\u201cCan I talk to you a minute?\u201d<\/p>\n
Fresh off the school bus, Dana Harris had barely made it in the door when she heard those words. She saw her step-mother leaning against the archway leading into the kitchen. The woman had a glass of wine in her hand, looked like it might not be the first one she had had today.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Frowning, \u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cGo put up your backpack. I’ll be in the kitchen,\u201d she said, turning into the room.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Dana blinked after her, wondered what in the world she wanted to talk about. Shrugging, she went upstairs, dumped her backpack on her bed. She kicked out of her shoes, then headed for the bathroom. Business taken care of, she headed back down to see what her step-mother wanted.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Coming into the kitchen she saw the woman at the island, sipping her glass of wine. Dana came to a halt when she she saw the notebook with the fuzzy kitten cover sitting on the counter top, her stomach sinking around her knees. She couldn’t draw a breath passed the knot of fear in her throat and she felt hot with adrenaline.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cHave a seat before you fall down,\u201d her step-mother said, coming to her side. Dana let herself be led to the center island, sat on one of the stools.<\/p>\n
The damning notebook was right in front of her. She looked down at the fuzzy kitten, thought the end of her life shouldn’t look so cute.<\/p>\n
Her step-mother went to the cabinet, turned around with a second wine glass in her hand. She sat it in front of Dana, then poured about two inches of deep red wine. Dana looked at the glass, then at her step-mother. The woman only smiled, sat down across from her.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWhere do we begin,\u201d she said, sipping her wine, \u201cI guess we should start with the notebook.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Dana thought she was going to throw up.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cYou really needed a better hiding place than your desk drawer,\u201d the woman said, pulling the notebook in front of her. She opened it and started flipping pages.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Dana could see the paragraphs penned on the pages and her shoulders fell. They were just too heavy with guilt to hold up anymore.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cThen again,\u201d her step-mother said, still flipping pages, \u201cI wouldn’t have known to look for the notebook if not for the snooper program your father had me install on your computer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Gasping, Dana finally met her step-mother’s eyes. As damning as the notebook was, her browsing history was even worse. She could hear the executioner grinding his ax.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cLucky for you,\u201d the woman said, smiling at Dana, \u201cyour father is a bit of a dummy when it comes to computers. I was able to fudge the reports enough to cover your tracks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Dumbfounded, Dana said, \u201cMy tracks?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, you probably thought you were being clever when you deleted your browser history but that wouldn’t fool the program. Or even me, if I decided to snoop. What teenaged girl didn’t have a browser history a mile long on her computer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Her step-mother was still smiling, her tone friendly. It completely baffled Dana. Surely she had seen what she was browsing, must have read the things in the notebook. Why wasn’t she being yelled at? She should be in so much trouble right now.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWe’ll come back to that, though,\u201d she said, then pointed at the glass of wine, \u201cyou can drink that if you need to. You look about ready to jump out of your skin if I said ‘boo’.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cDrink it? It’s wine,\u201d Dana said, looking at the thick red liquid.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Her step-mother only smiled at her, went on, \u201cI was reading the report from your computer. I was a little surprised how many of the sites I recognized.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Blinking, Dana parroted, \u201cRecognized?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0She laughed and said, \u201cYou know, your father was convinced you were on drugs. You’ve been so secretive lately, caged off. He was certain you were getting high. I guess you were in a way, just on a drug of a different kind.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWhat are you talking about,\u201d Dana said, frowning. This whole conversation had a surreal feel to it, wasn’t going anything like she had expected.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Her step-mother must have found what she was looking for, because she stopped flipping pages. Turning the notebook, she pushed it in front of Dana. Finishing off her wine, she got up and poured more into her glass. Leaning against the sink, she said, \u201cOne site in particular grabbed my attention. Can you guess which one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0She shook her head. How could she possibly know which one of the websites she frequented her step-mother recognized? The fact that she knew any of them was a bit of a revelation. She wouldn’t have guessed the woman was the type.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cLesbian Lolita,\u201d her step-mother said, still leaning against the sink, \u201ca collection of lovely stories about under aged girls and their lesbian experiences.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0The phrase ‘lovely stories’ messed with her brain, spun around and around her head without finding purchase. Her step-mother thought stories about young girls having sex with other young girls or older women was ‘lovely’?<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cThere is this new author whose been posting stories, goes by the name Dfox,\u201d her step-mother said.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Dana gasped, her eyes growing wide. Did the woman know? Had she figured it out?<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cI’m quite fond of the stories Dfox writes. I’ve read every one she has posted,\u201d the woman said, sipping her wine, \u201cone story in particular always got to me. I must have read it a dozen times since she posted it. It is a sexy little tale called…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cThe Next Door Neighbor,\u201d Dana said, reading the title of the story in front of her.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cThe Next Door Neighbor,\u201d her step-mother confirmed.<\/p>\n
\u00a0She’d never been drunk before, only knew the effects of alcohol from what she had seen on TV but she needed something now. Anything. She picked up the glass and took a healthy swallow, grimacing at the bitter taste.<\/p>\n
Laughing, her step-mother said, \u201cDon’t worry. The second one always tastes better.\u201d<\/p>\n
The second gulp was just a bitter as the first but the warmth it ignited in her belly was nice. She found the courage to look at her step-mother, tried to read her expression. She didn’t know what to make of the curious look the woman was favoring her with.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you really are Dfox?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cYeah,\u201d Dana said, waiting to see what happened next.<\/p>\n
\u00a0The woman ran her hand through her hair and laughed nervously, \u201cWow, this is so messed up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Dana raised her eyebrows questioningly.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Blushing, her step-mother said, \u201cDo me a favor and finish your glass?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cTrust me, you are going to need it,\u201d her step-mother said, finishing off her own.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Something told her to listen to the woman and she finished the glass in a few swallows. The fire in her belly was spreading and she was starting to feel fuzzy around the edges. She sat the empty glass on the table, frowned when her step-mother poured the last of the bottle into it.<\/p>\n
\u00a0She was only thirteen and thin, didn’t even weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet. One glass of wine was already going to her head. She didn’t think she’d need another.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cI wasn’t kidding when I said I like your writing,\u201d her step-mother said, sitting down, \u201cit reminds me a little of another writer on the site, Penny For Your Thoughts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Dana gasped in surprise, hearing the name of her favorite author said out loud. She loved the woman’s work, had read everything she had posted. Penny For Your Thoughts’s stories were the whole reasons she started writing in the first place.<\/p>\n
\u00a0She was flattered her step-mother compared to the woman, even if she didn’t see it.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cYour stories are like the flip side of hers, told through the eyes of the girl instead of the woman’s,\u201d her step-mother said, smiling at her, \u201cthe ying to her yang.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cYou really think so? I love her stories,\u201d Dana said, blushing when the woman gave her a look, \u201cshe is my favorite author.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Ann is actually my middle name,\u201d her step-mother asked, ringing her hands nervously.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Frowning, Dana said, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cI didn’t think so,\u201d she said, meeting her eyes, \u201cI never use my first name, think it is goofy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWhat is it,\u201d Dana asked, getting the feeling she might already know. She just couldn’t believe it was true.<\/p>\n
\u201cPenelope,\u201d she said, shaking her head, \u201cmy friends used to call me Penny, for short.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was a good thing she was sitting down because that little bit of information would have floored her. She stared at the woman, stunned by the turn of events.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cYou are Penny For Your Thoughts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Standing up, Penny said, \u201cCome on. I want to give you something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Dana got to her feet, giggling at how funny her legs felt. She followed the woman out of the kitchen and upstairs. She kept a death grip on the handrail, not completely trusting her balance at the moment. They went to the master bedroom and Penny opened the walk-in closet. Standing on tippy toes, she fished something off the top shelf. Dana saw it was satchel of some sort when she turned back around.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Penny held it out to her, said, \u201cBe sure to hide this better than you hid your notebook.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cMy old laptop,\u201d her step-mother said, smiling at her.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cYou are giving me your laptop?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWell, you can’t write on your own, can you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWrite,\u201d she parroted, more than a little surprised.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Laughing, her step-mother put a hand on her shoulder and slurred, \u201cI’m a horrible step-mother, I know, but I’m a huge fan of your writing. I’ve been burning through batteries like crazy reading your stories.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0That startled a laugh from Dana and she blushed at the mental image it conjured in her mind. The thought of her step-mother masturbating while reading one of her stories was a little weird. It made her smile though, hearing her writing was being appreciated. Really, really appreciated from the sound of it.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cSorry, that was inappropriate,\u201d she said and Dana got the feeling she wasn’t sorry, at all.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cIt’s okay. I’ll take it as a compliment,\u201d she said, laughing.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cGood,\u201d she said, nodding, \u201cGo put that up somewhere and come downstairs. We have much to talk about, you and I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0—————————————–<\/p>\n
Stretched out on her bed, Dana hoped the room would stop spinning. Her one glass of wine had became four, which was probably two more than she should have had. Still, she had to smile. She had just had the coolest, weirdest and most inappropriate conversation she’d ever had with an adult. She had gotten drunk for the first time. And she had met her favorite author. Not too shabby for a Thursday afternoon.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cCrazy,\u201d she said out loud, giggling at how slurred her voice sounded.<\/p>\n
\u00a0She and her step-mother- no, Penny, as she wanted to be called when her father wasn’t around- had talked about stories they liked, about ideas they had. It had been kind of awkward at first, talking about such dirty things with her step-mother but the wine loosened her up and she got surprisingly comfortable with the woman. She talked about her writing, how she found Lesbian Lolita, how Penny’s stories had inspired her to write.<\/p>\n
\u00a0It was a real bonding moment.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Giggling, she sat up and looked at the laptop on the bed beside her. She kind of wanted to write but she didn’t think she had the motor skills for it right now. That thought made her giggle some more.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cI’m drunk,\u201d she slurred, shaking her head. She never expected her first time being inebriated would be with her step-mother.<\/p>\n
\u00a0She pulled the laptop onto her thighs, opened it. Nothing happened when she tried to turn it on, the battery dead from being put up for so long. She set the computer aside, located the power cord and got some juice flowing into the old beast. It powered on this time when she hit the On button.<\/p>\n
\u00a0As she waited for it to go through its warm up process, she touched the keys, wondered if Penny had ever written some of her sexy stories on this laptop. It was possible; Penny For Your Thoughts had been writing for Lesbian Lolita for a long time, had a list of stories a mile long. It made her smile, thinking she would be writing on the same computer her favorite author had.<\/p>\n
\u00a0The computer was finally ready and she accessed the wifi network set up in the house. A few minutes later, she was on the internet, heading for Lesbian Lolita. When the familiar pink background loaded, she felt her pulse quicken, as it always did when she was here. Checking out the new story section, she saw her latest submission had posted.<\/p>\n
\u00a0A naughty shiver worked through her as she saw her handle- Kfox- on the screen. Her kinky little story was out there in the world for everyone to see and that was thrilling. She wondered what her readers would think if they knew she was a thirteen year old girl.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Giggling, she opened her email account in another tab, not her personal one but the one she gave to Lesbian Lolita. Something had told her to be careful, hence the second email. The story had only been up hours but already she had three emails from readers. She smiled when she recognized all three, regular readers she loved to death.<\/p>\n
\u00a0The name at the top of the list made her heart skip a beat and her face flushed with excitement. The woman had started emailing her shortly after she started posting and they had become friends. Lately, the emails had become more than just friendly. They had been getting increasingly flirty, sexy. Dana was usually blushing by the time she finished reading them, her heart racing.<\/p>\n
\u00a0She wondered if the woman felt the same, reading the messages she had written. Was she turned on as Dana when she read the things Dana wrote?<\/p>\n
\u00a0She wanted to open that email first, but she made herself open the other two first. She had to smile and giggle excitedly as she read the praise being heaped on her by her fans. It was this kind of response that kept her returning to her keyboard even when the story had become mired down. These people were the reason she kept pushing until the story started rolling, again. She loved everyone of them.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Sending them a short thank you, she felt as light as feather. With that done, she moved onto her bed, put her back against the headboard. Looking at the last email on the list, she felt a shiver work up her spine. Taking a deep breath, she opened the email:<\/p>\n
Hey kiddo. It’s your step-mom. Surprise…<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cOh, shit,\u201d she said, her hand going to her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she stared at those three tiny sentences. She sobered up in a hurry as she re-read them, again, and just what they meant sank in.<\/p>\n \u00a0The woman she had been flirting with, been sending increasingly sexual messages to, the woman she fantasized about in the dark… Was her step-mother. Her face colored as she thought about the things Penny had said to her, wanted to do to her. Then it turned even deeper red as she remembered all the thing she had written back.<\/p>\n \u00a0There was more to the message, so she kept reading:<\/p>\n \u00a0You are probably freaking out like I did when I realized what we’d done. I had no idea it was you. Not until I found your notebook. I don’t know what to say right now. I should probably say I’m sorry but that seems like it would make it worse, some how…<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0Dana ran her hand through her hair, nervously. She didn’t know what to think, her thoughts a jumbled mess. Should her step-mother be sorry? She had thought she was talking to another adult. If anyone should be sorry, it was her. She had lied to the woman, after all.<\/p>\n \u00a0It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to pretend to be woman and not just a girl. She wasn’t sure she would have been able to post her stories if she wasn’t an adult. When the emails started rolling in, she just let the readers assume she was an adult. She was a little shocked and amused by what people would say to her when they didn’t know she was a kid. Up until then, she hadn’t been aware of the filter adults used when talking to children.<\/p>\n \u00a0Some of the things her readers said, she had to look up on the internet. She had learned a lot, maybe too much.<\/p>\n \u00a0Biting her lower lip, she kept reading:<\/p>\n \u00a0I need a little bit of time to figure out how I feel about all of this. I’m sure you do, too. We’ll sit down sometime and talk about what to do. Unfortunately, life doesn’t have a rewind button so we can’t go back to the world before I found your notebook, so we’ll just have figure out how to go forward from here.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0PS: Love the new story. Hope to see more of the new girl.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0That last bit made her smile. Even after all this, her step-mother had taken the time to read her new story.<\/p>\n \u00a0————————————————–<\/p>\n \u00a0Sighing, Dana decided the Sandman wasn’t coming anytime soon. She had turned out the lights an hour ago and she was no closer to getting to sleep now than she had been then. Her mind wouldn’t switch off. Not surprising really. She had a lot to process after a day like today.<\/p>\n \u00a0She rolled onto her back, stared up at the ceiling. The breeze outside stirred the oak tree by her window. She watched its shadow sway on the ceiling, the tree back lit by the street lamp across the street.<\/p>\n \u00a0Right now, her thoughts were a tangled mess and she knew she wouldn’t be able to get to sleep until she untangled them. Sighing, she picked one thought and started tugging, hoping the knots would slip.<\/p>\n \u00a0My step-mother knows I write lesbian erotica<\/em>, she thought, figuring it was as good a place to start as any. She had known it was a possibility, someone finding out. It kind of gave a naughty thrill to the writing. More than once, she had wondered what it would be like, getting caught.<\/p>\n \u00a0It hadn’t gone anything like she had expected. No angry lectures. No groundings.<\/p>\n \u00a0She had lucked out; her step-mother is as kinky as she was. What were the odds that the woman being Penny For Your Thoughts? Astronomical, Dana was sure. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her favorite author was sleeping down the hall from her.<\/p>\n \u00a0Or lying awake like me<\/em>, she thought, figuring that was probably the case. After all, Penny had just as much to think about as she did.<\/p>\n \u00a0Like dominoes falling, her thoughts tumbled to her email tryst. Not for the first time, she blushed as thought about all the dirty things she had said to her step-mother. Would it be hard to look the woman in the eyes in the morning? She had avoided her after reading the email but she couldn’t avoid her forever.<\/p>\n \u00a0Something she hadn’t thought of before dawned on her and she felt a twinge of loss. There would be no more sexy emails. It had been fun and exciting, the exchange of naughty messages. More than once, she had masturbating while reading them. Now, that was over.<\/p>\n \u00a0Bummed out, she sighed.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’ll just have to find someone else to send dirty emails to,\u201d she said, out loud. She snorted, shook her head. She didn’t have the first clue how to start up that sort thing with another person. It just sort of happened with her step-mother.<\/p>\n \u00a0Sighing, she gave up on sleeping. Her mind wasn’t going to let her. Reaching under her bed, she found her step-mother’s old laptop, pulled it out. She glanced at the door to her room, hesitated with the screen still closed. Finally, she gave in and opened it, figuring everyone else was probably asleep by now. The bright screen stung her eyes and she had to look away until they adjusted to the glare.<\/p>\n \u00a0When she could finally look at the screen, she opened her email account. No new emails. Sighing, she started to close out the window, then clicked on the last email from her step-mother. She read it again, clicked on ‘Reply’.<\/p>\n \u00a0What do I want to say<\/em>, she wondered, staring at the blank text box. The flashing cursor had her mesmerized. Putting her fingers on the proper keys, she typed the first thing that came to mind:<\/p>\n \u00a0Is it wrong that I’m going to miss our email sessions?<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0She stared at that single sentence, not sure if she really wanted to send it. It was the truth, of course. She wondered how her step-mother would take it, if she sent her this message. Would she think Dana wanted to do something in real life?<\/p>\n \u00a0Would I do something in real life<\/em>, she thought, frowning. She’d never thought about her step-mother that way before. She’d been in her life for seven years now and, while she’d never be her real mother, she was family. She loved her.<\/p>\n \u00a0Closing her eyes, now, she pictured her step-mother. There was no denying Penny was an attractive woman. She was a brunette, her hair worn long and straight, with beautiful blue eyes that seemed to shine in her dark complexion. Slender and leggy, she looked good in jeans or a skirt. Or just about anything, really.<\/p>\n \u00a0If she wasn’t married to Dana’s father, it would be an easy question.<\/p>\n \u00a0She looked at the Enter button on the keyboard, biting her lower lip. She lightly caressed it with her index finger, wondered if she dared to press it. Her heart raced as she put a little pressure on the key, but not quite enough to make the contact that would trigger the email to send.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThis is stupid,\u201d she said, pulling her hand away. The right thing to do was to just let the email thing she had had with her step-mother die, to mourn its passing and move on. She knew that.<\/p>\n \u00a0Sighing, she went to close her email and noticed she had a new message before she finger clicked the mouse. She didn’t save her draft, just opened the new email. It was from her step-mother, or, more accurately, her email handle, and it simply read:<\/p>\n \u00a0Is it wrong that I’m going to miss our email sessions?<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0She gasped, her eyes wide. It was word for word what she wanted to ask her step-mother. She felt a flush of excitement color her cheeks and she smiled. She wasn’t the only one lying awake, missing what they had had.<\/p>\n \u00a0Clicking in the reply box, she typed : Probably, <\/em>\ud83d\ude42. But I will, too.<\/em><\/p>\n Jittery with nervous energy, she hit ENTER and the message was sent.<\/p>\n \u00a0Oh, God,<\/em> she thought, shaking her head, I’m flirting with my step-mother!<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0————————————–<\/p>\n \u00a0Her alarm went off way too early and she drug herself mumbling out of bed. A hot shower woke her up, but she still felt wrung out. She had no idea when she finally fell asleep last night, only that it was late.<\/p>\n \u00a0Getting out of the shower, she dried off, then wrapped the towel around her still damp body. She tossed her dirty clothes in the hamper, then left the bathroom.<\/p>\n \u00a0In her room, she pulled the laptop from under the bed, opened her email account. Her pulse quickened as she saw she had a new message. She clicked on her inbox, sure it was from her step-mother. Her shoulders fell when she saw it was just an email from one of her fans. She’d never been disappointed by an email from a reader before, which told her how much she had wanted it to be from Penny.<\/p>\n \u00a0She sighed, closed the laptop without reading the message, slid it under the bed. Straightening up, she made a mental note to find a better hiding place for it. She’d learned her lesson after her step-mother found her notebook.<\/p>\n \u00a0Dropping the towel, she went to her dresser for underwear and a bra. She hesitated, turned to the mirror on the back of her closet door. Looking at her naked reflection, she saw she was looking more and more like her mother everyday. Her mother had had an athletic build from running track in college and Dana was taking after her. Her legs were long and finally filling in, her hips more feminine and full, her belly flat and taut, her breasts small and high.<\/p>\n \u00a0Seeing more of her mother in her reflection made tears sting her eyes. It had been almost nine years since the car crash took her away from Dana but she still missed her. She had been so young, the last time she saw the woman, but how she’d loved her. It made her heart ache to see her eyes in the mirror, Dana’s the same shade of gray as hers. And her smile. Dana had the same effervescent smile as her mother.<\/p>\n \u00a0Shaking her head, she looked away. She didn’t like looking in the mirror, wasn’t sure why she had just now.<\/p>\n \u00a0She got dressed, messed around with her hair until she was satisfied, then headed downstairs for a quick bite of breakfast.<\/p>\n \u00a0Her step-mother was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee. She glanced up when Dana came into the kitchen and smiled. She looked as tired as Dana felt.<\/p>\n \u201cMorning,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n \u201cMorning,\u201d Dana said, going to the cabinet for some cereal.<\/p>\n \u201cDon’t bother with that,\u201d Penny said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cBother with what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWe are going out for breakfast.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWe are,\u201d Dana asked, the box of cereal still in her hand.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cUm, yeah,\u201d her step-mother said, running her hand through her hair nervously, \u201cI called the school, let them know you were sick and not coming in today.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI think we need to figure some things out,\u201d she said, blushing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cLike the email last night,\u201d Dana said, putting the cereal away.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah, that,\u201d she said, with a nervous laugh, \u201camong other things.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Dana sat down across from her, said, \u201cWhat do you want to talk about?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, Penny said, \u201cThere is so much we need to discuss that I don’t even know where t0 begin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Nodding, Dana said, \u201cI’m sorry I lied to you. About the email and who I was.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah, me too,\u201d her step-mother said, then grinned at her, \u201cit was fun, though.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah,\u201d Dana said, smiling back at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou said some pretty dirty things, young lady.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Blushing, she looked away. Penny laughed and patted her hand. Looking back, she saw her step-mother was teasing. Her cheeks still red, she managed a sheepish grin.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThen again,\u201d Penny went on, laughing, \u201cso did I. We got carried away sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cMaybe a little,\u201d Dana said, thinking, maybe a lot.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0Penny’s laughter suddenly dried up and she frowned. Looking away from Dana, she asked, \u201cDo you think I’m a horrible person?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Surprised by the question, she said, \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’m married to a lovely man,\u201d she said, shaking her head, \u201cand I’m sending sexy emails to a woman behind his back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh,\u201d Dana said, cringing. It was a betrayal of sorts, of mind if not body. She could see the guilt was eating at Penny.<\/p>\n \u00a0Oh God, I’m the other woman<\/em>, she thought, feeling a twinge of guilt of her own.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhy did you? Send the emails,\u201d Dana asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI don’t know. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to tell you I liked your stories. Then we started talking and one thing lead to another… Kind of a clich\u00e9, I know. True in this case, though.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cSo, you’ve never done this kind of thing before,\u201d Dana asked, meeting her eyes.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cGod, no,\u201d Penny laughed, shaking her head. Dana could see the truth of the statement in her eyes.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhy did you this time,\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0Penny looked away, blushing. She rubbed the back of her neck nervously, said, \u201cThat… How do I say this… We were talking, really hit it off… I guess I started having… Feelings.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh,\u201d Dana said, her heart racing. She understood, completely; it was how she had felt, too.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’m so ashamed, Dana,\u201d she said, looking down at her coffee mug, \u201cI love your father. So much, but I let myself be tempted.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI was tempted, too,\u201d Dana said, really without meaning to. She looked away when her step-mother looked at her, her face on fire. She couldn’t meet her eyes, as she said, \u201cI think I was falling in love with you. The email you.\u201d<\/p>\n She heard her step-mother give a weary sigh, \u201cI know. That made it all the harder when I found your notebook and recognized your stories. I had… romantic feelings toward my step-daughter. \u201d<\/p>\n Dana couldn’t help but meet her eyes, saw the truth in them along with a confusion of emotions. Penny looked about ready to cry, which brought tears to her own eyes.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’ve mucked things up horribly, haven’t I,\u201d she said, taking a deep breath to get herself under control.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cA little bit,\u201d Dana said, startling a laugh from her, \u201cwith some help from me. I’m the trollop that tempted you away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing harder, Penny said, \u201cTrollop?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cStrumpet?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cLet’s say mistress,\u201d she said, shaking her head.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNever been a mistress before,\u201d Dana said, grinning, \u201cI dig it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Penny gave her a funny look, then shook her head, \u201cMaybe because I know now, but I think I should have known it was you all along. Some of the things you always say… They found their way into our emails and I remember thinking ‘Huh, Dana says that all the time’. I just never made that leap, thinking it could be you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cLike you said,\u201d Dana laughed, throwing her arms out, \u201cSurprise!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cSorry about dropping that on you in an email,\u201d her step-mother said, grinning sheepishly, \u201cI just couldn’t do it face to face.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah, I avoided you all evening after reading it,\u201d Dana admitted, with her own sheepish grin.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWell,\u201d Penny said, sitting up straighter, \u201cwe can’t avoid each other forever. We live in the same house, after all. I guess things are going to be a little different now. Can’t see how we can go back to the way it was before.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cGuess not,\u201d Dana said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cSo,\u201d Penny said, standing up and pacing, \u201cwe need to figure out how we are going to go forward.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOkay,\u201d she said, watching the woman pace.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI guess first thing,\u201d she said, laughing, \u201cis I’m not going to tell your father about your writing or your secret identity. Maybe I’m selfish but I enjoy reading your stories too much to do the right thing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Dana had to grin at that, \u201cWow.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIn return, don’t tell him about my writing. He doesn’t know about Lesbian Lolita, probably wouldn’t approve.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOkay,\u201d she said, thinking Penny was probably right.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cGood,\u201d her step-mother said, sighing with relief.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat about the other thing? The emails,\u201d Dana asked, shyly.<\/p>\n \u00a0Her step-mother stopped passing, sat down next to her. Glancing sideways at her, she said, \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cCan’t pretend it didn’t happen,\u201d Dana said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWouldn’t dream of it. I had a blast emailing with you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI liked it, too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Her step-mother nodded, was silent for a moment. Finally, she said, \u201cAfter I got done freaking out about realizing I’d been sending… well, you know what I sent… I was sitting at the table, drinking and staring at your notebook. For the briefest of seconds I wonder what if…\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat if we didn’t stop,\u201d Dana asked, her heart racing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah, that,\u201d she said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt wouldn’t be the same,\u201d Dana said, looking at her, \u201cit isn’t anonymous anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNo, I guess it isn’t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cDo you think…\u201d she said, then her words dried up. She started to ask if Penny would still want to email, now that she knew who was on the other end. She changed her mind, not sure if she could take it if her step-mother said no. It hadn’t been a lie, when she said she was falling in love with the her email-er. A hedge, maybe, but not a lie. There was no falling, anymore. She was in love with her step-mother’s alter ego.<\/p>\n \u00a0Maybe Penny read the question in her eyes or was just on the same wave length, because she said, \u201cYou are very beautiful, Dana. I wish I could say I’ve never noticed before.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0That last line made her grin, \u201cChecking out your step-daughter. Shame, shame.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, her step-mother said, \u201cYou have read my stories before, right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0She frowned, thinking about just what that meant. She blushed bright read when she noticed a pattern to a lot of Penny’s stories, said, \u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0A smile at Dana’s expense kept tugging at the corners of Penny’s mouth and she had to look away. Dana could see her trying not to laugh, which didn’t do anything for her embarrassment.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI never… Did you… Am I…\u201d Dana tried to find the words to ask if the girl’s in Penny’s stories, the ones who ended up sleeping with their step-mothers, were her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWere you the inspiration for my stories,\u201d Penny asked for her, her own cheeks coloring, \u201cNot at first. It was my own experience with my adopted mother that sparked the stories. Then you are growing up, becoming this beautiful young woman and… I never intended to do anything about my fantasies.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh,\u201d Dana said, her mind reeling. She never suspected her step-mother had feelings like that for her, any thought of her past a packaged deal with her father. She knew the woman loved her, maybe even as much as a real daughter but never like this.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhoa, my hands are shaking,\u201d Penny said, with a nervous laugh, \u201cI can’t believe I said that out loud.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Dana swallowed hard, wondered if she dared to admit she thought Penny was beautiful, too. She found her step-mother very appealing, especially now that she knew she was the woman behind the emails. Something was changing, her step-mother and the email-er slowly merging into one person and Dana was more than a little surprised how much she liked the person emerging.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI… I think you are beautiful, too,\u201d she said, quietly. She couldn’t meet her step-mother’s eyes, even when she felt the woman looking at her.<\/p>\n \u201cDana,\u201d Penny said, softly. Her voice beckoned and Dana had to look up, meet her eyes. The woman’s soul was laid bare in those eyes and Dana could see the longing, confusion, shame, and love in them. She had to look away, couldn’t. That look had her transfixed.<\/p>\n The woman finally looked away, breaking the spell. She shook her head, said, \u201cWe are way down the rabbit hole, now, aren’t we?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Alice in Wonderland was one of her favorite stories and Dana smiled at the reference, \u201cDoes that make me the white rabbit or you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt’s hard to say,\u201d Penny said, laughing, \u201cmaybe we are each others’ white rabbit.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Tucking her hair behind her ear, shyly, Dana said, \u201cAlice had some good times down the rabbit hole.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Her step-mother blinked at her, then slowly a curious smile spread on her face. She gave Dana a weighing look that made the girl blush. The smile became playful as she asked, \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWe are just talking about emails, right,\u201d Dana said, her heart pounding in her breast at the sight of that smile.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cProbably,\u201d her step-mother said, still smiling that smile.<\/p>\n \u00a0Her galloping heart missed a beat, stuttered, then was racing even faster than before. She didn’t know if her step-mother was just teasing or if she’d actually let something more happen than just emailing back and forth.<\/p>\n \u00a0Swallowing hard, Dana managed to say, \u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI need you to be sure, Dana,\u201d Penny said, smiling at her, \u201cif you don’t want to continue emailing, then we won’t. Or we can stop at any time, if you ever need to. It is up to you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Dana took a deep breath and nodded, \u201cI want to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0—————————————–<\/p>\n It was late and she should be asleep but Dana wasn’t. She sat on her bed, her back against the headboard and her new laptop on her thighs. The bright display lit up the dark room.<\/p>\n \u00a0She stared at the blank email box, her hands shaking with excitement. She was really going to do it, send her step-mother a sexy email. She had been trying to work up the nerve to do it all afternoon, ever since they had gotten back from their lunch. A few times, she had started to, then chickened out. One time she even started to write something, then had closed the email out, too embarrassed to finish it.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOkay,\u201d she said, out loud, putting her fingers on the keys.<\/p>\n \u00a0Hesitating, she didn’t know what type. The emails had gotten pretty hot and heavy between her and the email-er before she learned it was her step-mother, but diving right back in didn’t seem right. Their relationship was familiar yet different, the same but still new at the same time.<\/p>\n \u00a0Finally, her fingers began to move and words appeared in the box:<\/p>\n \u00a0You know that little black dress you wear out sometimes, the one with the spaghetti straps and hardly any back, at all. I love that dress and I hope some day I can wear something like it as well as you do. You always look amazing in it. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that before…<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0Re-reading what she had typed, she wondered where she was going with the thought. She had just been writing and it was what had appeared on the screen. Her fingers found the home keys again and she began to type:<\/p>\n \u00a0I always wondered what kind of panties you’d wear under such a sexy dress. Maybe some lacy boy shorts or a tiny thong. Or maybe nothing, at all. To feel the cool breeze on your bare skin would be nice don’t you think and the chance of someone seeing you thrilling. It would be exciting, walking around wondering if anyone knew your little secret…<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0Dana stopped typing, feeling the first tingle of excitement. Her words were turning her on, the mental image of her step-mother in the black dress making her breathing funny. She went on:<\/p>\n \u00a0I think I’d be so turned on by the time I made it home, so excited I’d just have to touch myself or explode. I wouldn’t even make it to my room, just close the front door and lean against it, pull the dress up around my hips and let my fingers have their fun. I’d rub my clit until I came so hard my knees gave out. I’d just sit there on the floor, my dress around my hips, stunned by how good it had felt.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0She felt a flush of heat between her thighs as she became excited. She had two mental images battling for her attention, one of her step-mother leaning against the front door playing with herself, the black dress gathered around her full hips; and the other, an image of Dana in a little black dress, doing the same.<\/p>\n \u00a0Maybe I won’t wear panties to school tomorrow. How thrilling will that be? The boys always try to sneak a peek when you wear a skirt. I’d be so nervous that one of them might see me, see more than they bargained for. How exciting that chance might be. I’d surely be so horny by the time I made it home, I’d have to run up to my room and finally do something about the heat between my thighs. Mmmm… I think I might not wear panties tomorrow.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0Pausing, she tried to calm down. She’d worked herself into a state, had excited herself, trying to turn her step-mother on. She looked at the SEND button at the bottom of the email box, biting her lower lip. With a nervous giggle she clicked on the button, then wished she hadn’t. It had been a spontaneous action, one she wished she had thought out before doing it. She might have still sent it, but now she couldn’t take it back.<\/p>\n \u00a0She stared at the ‘Your message has been sent’ message, wondered what her step-mother would think when she read the email. A naughty shiver worked its way up her spine and she giggled, again. It was so wrong, sending that email. So wrong and so exciting.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThis was a bad idea,\u201d she said, thinking she couldn’t wait to do it, again.<\/p>\n \u00a0She was too excited to go to bed now, her thirteen year old body thrumming with nervous sexual energy. It was the same thrill she got from writing, from posting her stories on Lesbian Lolita. Thinking about the site, she had to smile.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhy not,\u201d she said, out loud.<\/p>\n \u00a0Closing her email, she opened the link to Lesbian Lolita, found Penny For Your Thoughts’s page. She clicked on her favorite story, one she’d read at least a dozen times. She glanced at the door, wished again it had a lock. Then again, she might not use it. It only added to the thrill, the chance of getting caught.<\/p>\n \u00a0Giggling, she stripped out of her panties, tossed them aside. With a shiver working through her, she removed her sleep shirt and threw it aside, as well. Naked, she leaned back against the headboard, gasping as the cool wood touched her bare skin. Putting the computer on the bed beside her, Dana spread her legs wide and let her right hand slip into the junction of her thighs. With her left hand, she used the down arrow to scroll through the story.<\/p>\n \u00a0The story started slow but built into an erotic frenzy, with a climax that always took Dana’s breath away. Her fingers made lazy circles, her finger tips teasing her bud as she read the opening segment. As the story began to gather steam, her caresses grew faster. Soft sighs dripped from her slack mouth and her hips began to roll against her hand as she became more and more excited. Those soft sighs became moans as the sexual tension between the main characters of the story slowly ratcheted up. By the time she reached the scene where the young girl finally succumbs to her step-mother’s advances, she was writhing in pure pleasure, had trouble focusing on pushing the down arrow to keep the story rolling.<\/p>\n \u00a0This reading was different than the others. The characters in her minds eyes had morphed into her step-mother and her. Penny For Your Thoughts lovely prose filled her imagination with sexy images of her step-mother doing wonderful things to her young body, things that had her rocketing toward release. Her body was gathering tension, ready to explode. She was gritting her teeth to keep quiet, not completely succeeding.<\/p>\n \u00a0She reached the brilliant climax of the story, felt her body stiffen even as the girl came in the story, pushed to the brink of ecstasy by her step-mother’s mouth and into bliss. Dana gasped as she orgasmed, too, shaking so hard her knee bumped the laptop, knocking it aside.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cShit,\u201d she gasped, laughing. She let her head lull back against the headboard as the feel good endorphins began to flow. Her thoughts a little fuzzy, she still finished the story. She loved how it ended, the step-mother and daughter in love. Like a fairy tale, she thought.<\/p>\n \u00a0She wondered if she was the inspiration for the girl in this story. Did Penny think about them living ‘happily ever after’?<\/p>\n \u00a0Shaking her head, she closed the computer, pushed it under the bed. Not bothering to get dressed, she crawled under the covers, mindful of the damp spot she’d left and closed her eyes. She didn’t expect sleep to take her, figured it would be a while before she got some rest. She was wrong.<\/p>\n \u00a0—————————————-<\/p>\n Her step-mother looked up at her when she came into the kitchen for breakfast. She gave Dana a curious smile, looked at the skirt she was wearing to school. Dana could almost see the wheels turning in her brain and had to smile. She had read the email.<\/p>\n \u00a0She got a bowl and a box of cereal from the cabinet, a spoon from the silverware drawer and the milk from the fridge and sat down across from her step-mother. The woman leaned in close and whispered, \u201cYou are wearing panties under that skirt, aren’t you, young lady?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Winking at her, she said, \u201cWhy don’t you ask the boys at school?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Continue To Part Two<\/a><\/p>\n \u201cCan I talk to you a minute?\u201d Fresh off the school bus, Dana Harris had barely made it in the door when she heard those words. She saw her step-mother leaning against the archway leading into the kitchen. The woman … Continue reading