"Gah Jeri, how much longer will this take?"
"Keep it together, Jeri, just a bit longer," she thought as she narrowed her eyes, trying to give her sister the best "don't fuck with me" look she could muster.
"We've been here for two fucking hours…and I will not go into that bathroom so if he isn't here soon I'm going to cop a squat in the corner."
"Go ahead, Zoey, maybe they will put you in jail."
"Well, least in jail I might get a little," the older girl quipped.
The girls looked at each other and the tension instantly flew away. Zoey scanned the arrival board while she looked around at the sea of humanity that moved through the terminal.
"Ooh Jeri, look at her," she whispered as a tall, buxom blond in a short business suit walked by pulling her suitcase. "That Jacquard dress and those heels cost her at least two thousand," Zoey whispered, "Oh my god, she's fucking gorgeous."
"For someone who dresses as though she slept in the donation bin you certainly know a lot about high-end clothing, sis," Jeri smirked.
Keeping her eyes trained on the approaching beauty, hoping to catch a glance, Zoey murmured out the side of her mouth, "Zoey knows what Zoey likes." Then as if on cue the blue-eyed stunner cut her eyes at Zoey, gave a dazzling smile and kept walking. "Oh, my fucking god," she hissed to Jeri, "I just got so wet."
Zoey had only recently come out to her parents. She was not fearful of telling them as such, but the older of the two sisters was always reserved at home. Only Jeri knew of her orientation. And she would have kept it that way longer except for that visit home ten weeks ago when all of the family secrets were revealed.
Just a couple of days after Shawn left for the military, Zoey came home for the weekend. Her classes were going great and she wanted to see her sister and her friends. When she got there Jeri regaled her with the entire account of just how close she and Shawn had come. She recounted how she was in the throes of a mind-numbing orgasm when the parents came home.
"So, Shawn sucked your cock huh, nice."
"No, I came from him rubbing it through my pj's."
"Loser."
The playful banter continued all day as the sisters caught up on their lives. Zoey had become something of a slut while away at school; she was dating three different girls, only one of which knew about the others. Steve and Laura loved having the girls together but on this day they had to break some news. They had decided that it was time they told the girls that their mother died in childbirth and that Laura, the woman they called mother their entire lives was not only their stepmother but a transsexual as well.
"Girls, come in here," Laura called after the dishes were done.
The girls ambled into the family room. "Coming, Mother," they cried in unison. When they saw the looks on their parents' faces, though, they knew something was up. Steve, somber-faced and red-eyed stood there with a picture in his hands while Laura sat on the end of the sofa, arms crossed, looking out of the window.
"You girls know we love you both very much."
Zoey cried, "Oh my god, you're getting a divorce!"
At that, Steve began to shake. He showed the picture to the pair. Jeri and Zoey studied the beautiful blonde-haired woman.
"Who is this, Dad?" they asked almost in unison.
Steve told them the whole tale. He and Jane married right out of college. She was already pregnant with Zoey. He worked for his father as he built his own company, and they were very much in love. She got pregnant again just fourteen months after Zoey's birth and died giving life to Jeri. She suffered from a sudden onset of gestational hypertension. The girls were dumbstruck.
"Mom," Jeri implored, "you're not our mom?"
Laura, a woman who was trained to handle situations like this with cool passive professionalism ran to the girls and hugged them as tightly as she did when they were small and frightened of a storm or ghosts or the mean kids in the neighborhood.
"Do you think I'm your mom, sweetie?" she asked, tears flowing down her face.
The look on the girls' faces told Laura all she needed to know. The three sat hugging and crying for several minutes as Steve answered their questions as best he could, trying to keep up with their fast-paced conversation. After a bit, the three went out to sit on the patio swing for some fresh air and girl talk. Emotionally spent, Steve collapsed into his overstuffed T.V. chair and recalled his time with his Laura…he remembered how she saved him from a life of misery. The death of Jane had been the worst time of his life. Conversely, finding Laura turned out to be the best thing in his life, save his daughters…
He met Laura in the grocery store when Jeri was only six months old. She had just gotten out of a long-term relationship with a college professor and was down on men altogether. But the sight of this sweet man shopping with his two kids just melted her heart. They were shopping in opposite directions and kept meeting each other in the aisles.
She helped him pick the best noodles for spaghetti… he told her about Jane's death. He'd rarely spoken of it but there was something about this woman that made her so easy to talk to. She was so moved by his story that she invited them to her apartment for dinner. She was so taken by this man and his children that she invited them back. The dinners continued for a while and Steve was becoming quite stricken with this dark-haired beauty. When his parents came to visit one weekend and begged him to go out and do something for himself while they babysat, he could think of only one person to call.
She was so excited about his visit and in a bit of a panic as well. She couldn't imagine that he could be homophobic, but she had no point of reference; they had never discussed anything remotely related to sex. She could not be sure exactly how he would react but she did know one thing: she wanted this sweet man badly. He arrived with a bottle of wine and flowers.
"Oh my god, so stinking cute," she thought.
They ate her delicious garlic clam linguini and drank Steve's wine, which did not pair, by the way, but was so delicious. After dinner, Laura excused herself for a moment and returned wearing a black satin robe. Steve, a lifelong fan of all things lingerie, eyed the robe with sheer delight as he pondered what could possibly be underneath. They sat on her sofa, watching a movie, eating the scrumptious cheesecake she had purchased from a local bakery.
"This cheesecake is the bomb," Steve said.
"Why thank you. I picked it out with you in mind...Oh look, you have a little on your face."
She reached out with a napkin and dabbed the offending cream cheese off of his upper lip. He instinctively moved his face toward her hand. She dabbed all around his lips then on his lips over and over almost as if she were in a trance. He reached up to her hand and grasped it, pulled the napkin away with his other hand and started kissing her fingertips. She gasped. He threw his arms around her and they kissed, softly at first then more passionately with each return. As their tongues played he tasted the sweet cherry that had been atop their cake. He was beside himself with desire.
"Come to my bedroom, Steeeve," she was literally purring like a cat. He rose quickly with his arms still about her, spinning her form on the supple leather. As he bent with arm extended she, with her knees bent slightly, raised her legs in unison. He ran his arm under her knees and, while appreciating the tactile smoothness of her satin-touch thigh-highs, picked her up in one fluid motion. She whooped with delight. His cock stiffened.
"I'm going to carry you like this on our wedding night," he blurted out as they rubbed their open mouths together, "Which way, babe?"
Laura pointed to the bedroom then threw her head back and moaned loudly as Steve's teeth found the bump of one of her nipples and proceeded to bite it through the fabric. "Oh god, baby," she purred, " I'm going to fuck you dry."
He burst through the bedroom door, ran to the bed, set Laura gently upon it then took just a moment to relish his prize. She lay on her back still bent at the waist, her elbows propped under her. The perfectly aligned legs were still bent at the knees, toes pointing down. Her hair, which was jet black at the time flowed down like a waterfall from her forehead to the luxurious silver comforter that topped her bed. Her face was that of an angel. Steve could not believe his great fortune.
He climbed onto the bed on his knees trying to strategize a place to start when Laura rolled toward him and used her free hand to massage his bulging, straining cock. Steve pulled her silky robe open to discover that a pair of black panties and the silky thigh-highs were all she was sporting this night. He beheld her luscious heaving breasts. His hand squeezed each one in turn while his thumb flicked her sweet nipples. Their mouths fell together again.
Laura had managed to get his pants unbuckled by then and she pulled his throbbing cock free. It sprang out and pointed directly at her mouth. As Steve continued to massage her pretty breasts she kissed the tip of his cock. The saltiness of the precum tasted so good it made her hungry.
She forced her slutty mouth onto his cock a little at a time as Steve moaned, "Goddamn, girl, you are amazing."
She had begun an up and down motion, each thrust driving Steve's cock a little deeper into her willing mouth. Her thrusting mouth was met with and complemented by the thrust from Steve's hips. Deeper he went until his cock started hitting the back of her throat.
He looked down into her gorgeous eyes and said, "Damn, baby, that's as far as I can go."
Without taking her eyes off his eyes, or her mouth from his cock she reached up and grabbed his left hand and guided it down to the back of her head. She pushed his hand against the back of her skull hard. He'd rarely seen a woman this strong. She was forcing his cock down her throat.
"You want me to fuck your throat, baby?" he asked.
‘Mmmhhmm," she answered back.
He happily obliged, thrusting over and over while pulling her closer with the hand cupped behind her beautiful head. His free hand hungrily explored the beauty's body, inching ever closer to her crotch.
Laura suddenly realized that she had never done this before. Laura had always been open with potential lovers concerning her gender. She'd been planning to tell Steve tonight but they were both so very caught up in the passion that there was no stopping now. She considered that she could halt the proceedings temporarily and explain things, but then she realized that there was no denying it…She was not going to let Steve's cock out of her mouth until she tasted his cum. She decided for once to let the chips fall where they may.
Steve was on the edge. His cock was pulsating wildly as he ran his hand down, caressing her supple body. He reached her panties and ran his fingers over them. They were so soft and silky but her legs were still tightly closed together.
He said, "Oh god, Laura, I want your pussy so bad," as he pushed his hand into her silky panties.
She moaned and spread her legs. He smiled and pushed his hand down expecting soft folds and smoldering wetness, but--Laura often tells Steve that this was the moment she fell in love with him--he ran his hand down, hesitated momentarily with a puzzled look on his face, then turned to look at Laura.
"Stop," he said.
Laura let his cock slide from her mouth as he withdrew. Still holding her gaze he crawled down to get a closer look. He pulled her sizable tool from her satiny panties, leaned over and then grazed it with his lips.