Chapter 12
Sam made sure the house was clean enough to pass more than a casual examination by another, older, woman. She didn't want to embarrass her father by having Melissa think his daughter didn't take good care of him and his house.
She answered the door and gave Melissa a bright smile and let her eyes flick quickly up and down the brunette's body. She was all curves and bumps, as one of the guys Sam knew liked to say about women. Her breasts weren't nearly as large as Sam's, but they looked to be well-shaped and firm, she had a lovely ass that looked like it would be a delight to caress and there was an aura about her that made Sam understand why Tyler called her a fireball.
"Hello, Melissa," Sam said. "It's about time we got together." She kissed Melissa on the cheek, then took her hand and led her into the living room. "What can I get you a drink?"
"Bourbon, on the rocks, if you have it," Melissa said.
"Daddy keeps Black Jack and Wild Turkey."
"Black Jack will be fine. Wild Turkey is good, but it's a little stronger, and it doesn't take much of it to make my head swim."
Sam went to the bar and came back with a highball for Melissa and a glass of white wine for herself and sat down across from Melissa. "You're very pretty," she said.
"Thank you," Melissa said. "Why do I have the feeling that you're leading up to something?"
"Maybe because of the vibes I'm giving off," Sam laughed. "Did you enjoy yourself with Daddy the other night?"
"I can interpret that several ways," Melissa said. "If you're worried that I'm trying to get my hooks in him, don't. He's a handsome, suave man, and I enjoy being with him, but I'm not the market for a husband."
"If you want to get your hooks in him, that's fine with me," Sam said. "I could do a lot worse for a stepmother, a hell of a lot worse."
"Well, that's a nice compliment," Melissa said, "but it doesn't change my mind about marriage."
"Was Daddy good enough that you'll date him again?"
"Sam, you're naughty," Melissa laughed.
"Daddy thinks so, too," Sam said. "Would you like to go for a swim?"
"I thought we were going to have tea and talk," Melissa said.
"Tea and crumpets are for old ladies and society dames," Sam laughed. "I'm not that kind of woman."
"What kind of woman are you?"
Sam narrowed her eyes slightly and looked steadily at Melissa. "Earthy," she said softly. "We don't have to wear anything to swim. The back yard is fenced, so no one can see us. We'll be just a couple of carefree babes cavorting in the nude."
"Well, all right," Melissa said.
Without fanfare, Sam stood and kicked off her sandals and pulled her dress over her head, and Melissa sucked her breath in sharply.
Sam tossed her dress across a chair and said, "Is something wrong?"
"Good lord, no," Melissa said softly. "Guess I was just surprised to see that you aren't wearing underwear."
"I don't when I'm at home. I like the freedom. I even go naked a lot of the time. Didn't know how you would react if I greeted you in the buff, so I took the time to put on a dress. Don't you ever do that?"
"Yes, sometimes," Melissa replied, her eyes traveling up and down Sam's body. "You are, as Tyler would say, one stacked woman."
'Tyler is very observant," Sam said.
"He'd have to be blind not to see how well-built you are."
"That would be a kick wouldn't it, dating a blind guy so the only he could tell what you look like is to feel you all over?"
"You've got a kinky sense of humor," Melissa laughed.
"Maybe I'm just a little kinky, period," Sam said. "Are you going to sit there and ogle me, or are you going to undress? Maybe I'd like to ogle your naked body the way you're ogling mine."
Melissa blushed faintly and smiled weakly, then stood and undressed.
"You've got a lot to ogle," Sam said, "and it is all very nice. Come on, let's go swimming."
They swam and played, and Sam managed to 'accidentally' touch Melissa several times, without any visible response from the brunette. She got out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water and her legs open just enough for her pussy to be seen, if Melissa was interested.
Melissa tread water right in front of Sam and said, "You're just dying to ask me again if I went to bed with your father, aren't you?"
'The bed, the couch, the floor, the dining table, wherever," Sam said.
"We went to bed," Melissa said. "I'm not as young as you, and the floor is hard on my knees."
"Tyler made the same complaint, and when I asked him about my ass, he said that it had a lot more padding than his knees. What do you think of Daddy's cock?"
"What do you know about your daddy's cock?"
Sam grinned impishly. "I know that it stretches my pussy more than Tyler's does, and so do you."
"So, that's the way it is," Melissa said softly. She swam to the side of the pool and got out and sat by Sam. "How long have you known about Tyler and me?"
"Since last Saturday night," Sam said. "I licked his cock while it was still wet from my pussy, and he said that you do the same thing and it really turns him on. He didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out. I got his cherry, you know, so we feel like we've got a special relationship."
"No, I didn't know, but I wondered who started him off. The first time I had him, he was very good, and I guess I have you to thank for it."
"He's a lot better now," Sam said, "and that's because of you, I'm sure."
"Does Vince know about Tyler and me?"
"If he does, he didn't hear it from me," Sam said.
Melissa combed her hair back through the fingers of both hands. "Why did you invite me here?"
Sam put her hand on Melissa's knee. She wanted to taste the brunette's pussy so badly it made her own pussy tingle, and she hoped she hadn't blown it by coming on to her too soon, or too strong. "Haven't you figured it out yet?"
"I was right," Melissa said softly, "you're naughty."
Sam got up and went to the outside shower, Melissa followed her, they rinsed off without speaking, then held hands as they went inside.
"Do you like champagne?"
"Yeah," Melissa said, "I like the way the bubbles tickle my nose. It doesn't take much of it to make me tipsy, though. Why?"
"I'll show you a different way to drink it," Sam said.
Sam went into the kitchen and got a bottle of champagne out of the refrigerator and brought it and two fluted glasses back to the living room.
Melissa looked at the label on the bottle and said, "That's a good brand."
"Daddy has good taste." She opened the bottle and poured two glasses. "Drink up, there's more if we finish this one."
"We'd better not finish it," Melissa giggled, "or I'll get tipsy."
"I like to have champagne poured over my pussy and then licked off," Sam said.
"Oh," Melissa said softly, "that sounds interesting."
"Have you ever done it that way?"
"No, but it sounds like fun."
"It is," Sam said. "Would you like for me to show you?" She almost held her breath while she waited for Melissa's response.
"I think that would be wonderful," Melissa said, her voice low and weak.
Sam's spirits soared, and she reached across and patted the brunette's hand. "Have you ever been with another woman?"
"Not really," Melissa said, her voice a little stronger. "A couple of months ago, I dropped in on one of my girlfriends unannounced, and this guy she dates now and then was there. They'd been making out, and he didn't want to stop. like you, she can be pretty naughty at times, and she let him feel her up with me sitting there watching. She wanted me to join them, but the guy didn't appeal to me, so I declined. I did get turned on watching them, though, and played with my pussy while they were screwing. When they finished, he wanted to watch her eat pussy, so I let her suck me off."
"Did you eat her?"
"Well, I was tempted," Melissa said, "but I was pretty sure that if I undressed and started getting it on with her, he'd jump in and try to fuck me, and I didn't want him to."
"Did you cum?"
"Yeah, real hard," Melissa chuckled.
"I know lots of ways to make you cum just as hard," Sam said.
"I thought you might," Melissa replied. She lifted her eyes and looked directly at Sam. "Just don't laugh at me, okay?"
"Oh, darling," Sam said, taking Melissa in her arms, "I'd never laugh at you!" She was just enough taller than Melissa that her naked tits were right under the brunette's chin.
Melissa rubbed her chin over the top slope of the big mounds, then looked up at Sam and grinned. "I like the way they feel."
"You like the way what feels?"
"I like the way your tits feel," Melissa whispered.
"That's better," Sam whispered in reply, "put your face between them."
Melissa put her face between Sam's tits and Sam pushed them up tight and sighed when Melissa's tongue flicked out and licked her. She worked her mounds up and down, rubbing them against the brunette's cheeks to show her approval, then released her tits and took Melissa's cheeks in her hands. "I'm so glad this happened," she whispered. "I like to do it with women, and you really turn me on."
Sam kissed Melissa, a deep, tongue-wiggling kiss that fully expressed the passion she felt. For a moment, Melissa seemed shocked and surprised, then responded by sucking gently on Sam's tongue. Sam coaxed Melissa's tongue into her mouth and sucked it tenderly, then broke the kiss.
"I've never kissed another woman that way," Melissa said softly. "What now? Do we got to bed or what?"
"Oh, we'll probably end up in bed after while, but we'll start here," Sam said. If I take you to the bedroom now, Daddy and Tyler will have to come looking for us. I want to be right here where they can see us when they come home.
"Okay," Melissa breathed.
Sam sat Melissa down on the couch and stood for a moment, looking at her, then said, "Oh, I forgot the champagne. Seems I promised to pour it over your pussy and lick it off, didn't I?"
"Yes," Melissa said faintly. "Sam, I.. . "
"Hush, darling, everything will be just fine, and so much fun."
Sam turned and went to the bar to get the bottle of champagne, and Melissa watched her ass wiggle seductively. Thinking about the licentious act she was going to commit made her breathing shallow and her pussy tingle. She put her feet on the edge of the footstool and bent her knees out and looked down at her crotch and patted her thick brown bush. Letting her girlfriend eat her pussy made her feel so audacious, so wanton, and she was looking forward to seeing if she felt just as wanton when she went down on another woman.
Sam turned around, saw what Melissa was doing, and stood silently, waiting to see how far the brunette would go on her own.
Melissa's middle finger skittered up and down the slick gash between the puffy lips of her pussy, then settled on her clit. The ticklish button would nearly double in size and get much more sensitive after she played with it for a few minutes, and she liked it when it got so big and so sensitive she could hardly stand to touch it. She slid her ass forward to the edge of the chair and spread her legs wider so she could massage her cunt with both hands. "Pretty pussy," she murmured. "Nice and wet, just the way it should always be."
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes and thought of the glistening head of a stout prick. She wished she had one in her mouth right then. Vince's cock felt so good in her mouth Saturday night, and Tyler's felt so good in her mouth that morning. God, she loved to suck cock!
Her fingers moved slowly up and down between her slick gash, and it gaped wide, revealing the wet, delicate pink interior. The two middle fingers of her left hand went into her hole, and her love stud tingled when she caught it between the index and second finger of her right hand.