Her Father’s Girlfriend

Erica sat on the couch next to Sarah, her father’s young girlfriend, as the two women watched TV. Erica’s father had gone out to do a few errands and had left the two at the house. “What’d you do for your eighteenth?” Sarah asked, taking her eyes off the set and looking to see her boyfriend’s daughter splitting her dark black ends.

“Huh?!” Erica questioned as her head turned to Sarah, a few strands stuck underneath her nose as a faux moustache. Sarah’s brown eyes lit with mirth at the sight and repeated the question. “Oh, nothing. Just sat around and threw a baby shower for Jennifer,” Erica sighed, giving her attention once more to her tresses.

“What?!” called out Sarah with bewilderment. “That’s silly. If I was turning 18 in Vegas, I would not be going to a baby shower of all things,” she scoffed, her eyes rolling with disgust at Erica’s wasted youth. Erica did nothing but shrug at the twenty-five-year-old’s statement. “No boyfriend, still?”

The young woman turned her gaze back to Sarah and opened her mouth, but still did not speak. Sarah asked her again, “You don’t have a boyfriend, yet, do you?”

Erica dropped her pale hands into her lap as her hazel eyes looked down. “I’m never going to have a boyfriend—”

“Oh sure you are kid!” Sarah interjected with vigor, her plump hand resting on Erica’s slumped shoulder. “It just takes a little ti—”

“No, Sarah,” cut-in Erica with exasperation. “I mean that I will never have a boyfriend because I’m not into guys.” Erica paused before adding, “I’m a lesbian.”

Sarah froze at the young girl’s words, her hand still placed upon Erica’s shoulder. As the two sat in silence, Erica looked at the pink curve of Sarah’s natural pout and softness of her skin. Erica’s fingers twitched at the thought of reaching out and caressing the smooth flesh of Sarah’s neck. As she thought this, her father’s girlfriend thought of the past year: the time the two had shared a bed during a camping trip, how she thought Erica might be as a kisser, all of Erica’s “close” friends spending the night in Erica’s bed. The thought of Erica sharing a bed with another girl—being intimate with another female—made Sarah’s sleeve tighten and tingle as a surge of cream dripped into her panties.

“A-a lesbian?” Sarah stuttered, her lids blinking as she strained to keep her hand from traveling down the front of her boyfriend’s daughter. Erica nodded at Sarah’s question and squirmed, quite aware that Sarah was not taking the news lightly; she did not know that Sarah’s cunt was oozing heat at the thought of her eating another young girl’s snatch.

There was another pregnant pause as Sarah studied Erica, her heart beating fast as her fantasies battled to be freed into reality. Erica sighed, “Look, I know this is weird and sudden and everything, but—”

Erica’s apology was cut off as the older woman leaned in and brushed her lips against the younger. Their lips meshed together as Sarah’s pink tongue slithered into Erica’s mouth, her other hand sliding up the 18-year-old’s thigh. Sarah’s hand teased the apex of Erica’s legs, as her other hand slid from the teen’s shoulder to her large breasts. Nimble fingers played through the thin material of Erica’s shirt as her nipples awoke to an erect state, the nubs scraping against the confines of her cotton bra.

A moan bubbled from Erica’s mouth into Sarah’s as the teen felt her own pussy juice with excitement, Sarah’s hand rested at the top of her thigh. Sarah pulled at Erica’s hard nipple and Erica gasped with pleasurable pain. “Do it again, please,” she whispered to her father’s girlfriend. “Please,” she whimpered once more when Sarah hesitated to please the young woman’s beg.

The tips of Sarah’s fingers grabbed and pulled at Erica’s sensitive nubs, both hands now making futile attempts to hold a full breast. “Fuck,” Erica whispered as both of her tits were teased and tweaked.

Sarah slid her hands down to pull the hem of Erica’s shirt up, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her convex stomach, the young female’s tits barely contained in the bra. “What size are they?” whispered Sarah as she unfastened the front hook of the bra.

“D’s,” gulped Erica as her breasts were freed, her nipples becoming harder as the cold air surrounded them. Sarah leaned down to the red tips and extended her tongue tenderly, eager to taste erect nub. The teen gasped and moaned as her hand went to hold Sarah close to her chest, her fingers tangling into Sarah’s luscious mane. The twenty-four-year-old rested her knee at Erica’s crotch and pressed into the damp material of her jeans. “Oh my God,” choked Erica with a cry of euphoria, pushing her vulva against Sarah’s knee. “Pull my hair, Sarah. Please, please, pull my hair,” Erica panted as Sarah continued to grind her knee into the teen’s tight cunt.

Obliging the request, Sarah’s free hand grabbed a handful of Erica’s hair and pulled. As Sarah was busy feasting on Erica’s taut nipple, her other hand cupped the creamy globe of Erica’s other tit, her nails teasing Erica’s dark-red nipple. A finger flicked at Erica’s bud and circled the raised areola, scratching the skin with want.

With a gentle nip of her teeth, Sarah let Erica’s nipple fall from her mouth before going to nurse Erica’s other breast.