What Daddy Doesn't Know

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Just before Kimber had left to spend nearly seven months studying abroad in Italy, her father had been dating a new girl, someone not that much older than Kimber herself. She hadn't really thought much about it. Her dad was always dating some beautiful young woman, and it rarely lasted. But then, four months into her stay with her host family in Florence, the teen had gotten a call from her dad. He was getting married.

Kimber was floored. She'd never expected her, father to marry again, let alone to some bimbo he barely knew. And to make things worse they were planning on getting married right away. Her dad didn't want her to miss the wedding, so he paid to fly her back to California for a week. That gave the blonde a couple of days before the wedding to get to know her soon to be stepmother. It was more than enough time for Kimber to decide that she hated the woman. It was also enough to time to see that her father was head over heels for her. Kimber couldn't bring herself to tell her dad that the love of his life was really just a gold digging slut, even if she was sure.

And so, they got married and Kimber went back to Italy, trying her best to forget about it. That had worked for a couple of months, there were lots of distractions in and around Florence, the art, the food, the handsome young men. But now her time in Italy was over. Now she was back in California at her father's estate. Now there was no more hiding from the fact that her father had married, or hiding from her new stepmother.

As a matter of fact, she was supposed to go to lunch with her. Throwing herself back onto the bed, Kimber growled to softly and stared up at the ceiling. She was dreading the lunch date, but she knew there was no getting out of it. She had promised her dad that she would spend some time with his new wife. After a few more minutes, the blonde rolled out of the bed and pulled some capri pants on over her cotton panties. A loose fitting plaid, short sleeve shirt over her white tank top and a pair of sandals completed her lunch outfit. That and a fake smile which she wore as she reached the bottom of the stairs and walked into the family room where her dad and her stepmom were waiting.
 
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Jade sat in the lap of her husband, snuggling, kissing, and exchanging sweet nothings while they waited for Kimber.

Nothings were exactly what they were to Jade. Jade was pretty sure Kimber had figured her for a gold-digger, and she was right. Jade found used her beauty and charm to worm her way into the heart of a man almost twice her 24 years. A wealthy man with a good stable career, a nice house and a penchant for pretty young things like herself. While he was no Hollywood star, he was decent looking and decent in bed…for a guy.

Jade was a lesbian. Always has been, always will be. No man could taste as sweet as a woman. No man could touch her the way a woman could. And no man could steal her lingerie and look so good in it she had to rip it off and ravish him again. She might fuck guys for their money, but it was girls who turned her on.

Like her hot blonde teenage stepdaughter.

Kimber was the one bad thing (besides fucking a guy often) about this marriage. Not her existence, not her dislike of Jade, no…it was the fact by the time she’d actually met the girl…it was far too late to call off the wedding. It was going to be hard living under the same roof as a girl that hot and not slipping into her room to make her scream and writhe under her hot wet tongue.

Unfortunately, Kimber was outright hateful towards her, which while eliminating the problem of restraining herself from slipping away from her husband in the middle of the night…it created a whole bunch of other problems and potential problems.

Minor things like trying to drive a wedge between her and her bank account. AKA, her ‘Hanky-poo’.

Speaking of the devil…

“Ah, there she is!” Jade exclaimed happily as she slid off her husband’s lap and stood up. She was glad to get off his lap, glad that shortly she’d have a respite from her nauseatingly cute couple act. Not that a bit of that showed in her expression as she waited for Hank to get up and greet his daughter.

Kimber and Jade couldn’t be more differently dressed. Kimber was casual, while Jade was in a very nice emerald skirt that went down to her knees, a pair of high heel sandals, and plenty of gold jewelry. Kimber looked like she had just got up, while Jade’s hair was perfect and her make up expertly applied.
 
As Kimber neared the bottom of the staircase, she was greeted by the sickening sight of her new stepmother sitting on her father's lap. Seeing him with a woman, his hands all over her, her lips on his cheeks and neck, wouldn't have been that big a deal to the teenager if it wasn't for the fact that it was Jade. There was just something about her that the blonde couldn't stand, something about the sugary sweet smiles and overly friendly comments.

Mercifully, as the tramp caught sight of Kimber, she slipped off her husband's lap. Judging by the look on her dad's face though, Kimber was pretty sure if she'd come down much later she would have seen a lot more than just some kissing and snuggling. Jesus, Dad, you're such a fucking horn dog! Of course, if she were being completely objective, Kimber couldn't exactly blame her dad. Jade was beautiful. More than just pretty, she was exquisite, like a delicate piece of porcelain. She seemed to ooze sex appeal like a model or an actress.

"Or a whore," the blonde teen muttered to herself as she walked across the great room toward the happy couple.

"Sorry I took so long to get ready," Kimber said, realizing how ridiculous it sounded considering how she must have looked compared to the perfectly put together look that her stepmother had managed to produce.

"So where are you two gorgeous girls going for lunch," Hank asked as he stood up and placed a hand on the small of Jade's back.
 
Took so long to get ready…riiiight. Too bad I’m not the reason for her bedraggled appearance. Or, if I am, it’s not because we were having such a great time the night before that there wasn’t time for proper morning beauty maintenance.

Pity.

Snuggling closer to him as he put his hand on her back, “We are going to that wonderful pizza place you showed me last week. You know, the one with an hour long wait if we don’t get there when they open in the next…” glancing at her golden watch (a gift from Hank), “…45 minutes. So…” she kissed him on the cheek, “…we need to get going.”

Extracting herself from her husband, she gave Kimber a lovely smile, “Let’s go before your dear father delays us for his own selfish personal reasons.”

As they left, her hips had that sensual sway to them which most men (ladies of certain persuasions) could help but stare at. She knew Hank sure would be staring.
 
Kimber watched in disgust at the way her new stepmother swayed her hips side to side as she walked away from her father. God, she is such a slut, the blonde thought to herself. She wouldn't admit it, but there was a part of her that wished she knew how to walk like that. It certainly could come in handy sometime. Kimber had always felt like a tomboy, even if she didn't look like one, and she was more than a little awkward around guys. Maybe, she thought, I could learn a few things from Jade, even if I can't stand her.

"So, how did you and my dad meet?" the teen asked as the two women climbed into the expensive convertible that her father had apparently bought for his new bride.
 
“How did we meet?” she repeated as she backed the beautiful dark blue convertible out. She waited until they were headed down the long circular driveway to answer her stepdaughter’s question.


“Well…it was kinda cheesy actually,” she admitted frankly. “You know how in half the movies that don’t involve damsels in distress, the guy and the girl aren’t paying attention to where they are going and bump into each other? Drop what they are carrying, and then ‘notice’ each other when they are both picking up their belongings? Yeah…he was on his phone, I was on my phone…and yeah…drop phones, see each other, apologize to each other, and your father asks me out to dinner. Kinda cheesy, but I’m glad it happened!” she had her ‘gushing with love’ blush going.

Actually, she’d noticed Hank in his business suit & tie, with his fancy briefcase leaving the bank he worked at, and get a call on his cell, just before he turned her direction. It wasn’t hard for her to ‘accidentally’ bump into him, and roll with it. She’d always been a natural actress…model too. She had done a bit of both, more of the modeling. But why go through all that grueling (and often cutthroat) work to try and establish a career, when you could simply latch onto an wealthy man and either stick with him, or divorce him after a few years, and come out a decade or more a head of the game?

She’d much rather find a wealthy beautiful woman to fall for…but it was sooo much harder to find a wealthy woman who was interested in other women, compared to a wealthy man interested in women. Now if she ever found such a lady…well…

“Do you have any idea what you plan on going to college for? Or do you plan to just take gen-ed courses for the first semester or two?” she asked.
 
Well, you gold digging bitch, I should probably be pre-med, because if I have to listen to anymore stories like that one I have a feeling I'll be sick to my stomach all the time, Kimber thought to herself as she glanced to her right, watching the scenery fly past. "I don't know, I'll probably focus on my general education classes first, but I'm leaning toward either art history or women's studies," the teenager finally answered as she struggled to pull her hair into a pony tail as the wind whipped it back.

"So what do you do, or what did you do before you met my dad?" she asked, the contempt she felt slipping into the tone of her voice just a bit. Not enough that the roar of the freeway and the wind shouldn't cover it, she hoped.
 
Art…that was always nice, but it was another one of those fields that was hard to make a living exclusively on. Women’s studies…that always seemed more like supplemental degree to her.

Well it was a spur of the moment thing, she thought irately at the teen after detecting the contempt in her voice. And you dad happens to like cheesy in case you hadn’t noticed. Besides, it got this gorgeous shiny little ring on my finger, and all the perks that come with it…like this car.

“Before I met your father, I’d tried acting. Got into a few local plays, none that took off. Movies, I got a few minor parts. Girl at the jewelry story, the secretary that has two lines… that sort of thing. Knickknack rolls really,” she explained, keeping the irritation out of her voice.

She most certainly wasn’t going to tell her about the bad B-movie she’d stared in. No need to give the girl ammunition to poke fun of her with, but more importantly…not give her (or worse, her father) any inkling of her interest in carnal pleasures with women. The intimate scenes, especially the sex scene, were the only parts of that movie she had enjoyed…and her enjoyment had been pretty obvious.

She did not need them getting suspicious the “girls’-nights out” she has with her friends. Her friends with all sorts of delightful benefits…

“After that, I got into modeling. I had much more success there, though lately I’ve been reconsidering it. I love the actual modeling…but the competition!” she made a disgusted face, “Cutthroat describes a pleasant day!”

“Are you thinking more gallery and commissioned art, or working in advertising?” she inquired as they entered the city.
 
An actress and a model. That figures, Kimber thought, the perfect combination to trick my dad into marrying her so she could get half his money. Of course, she is beautiful enough to be a model, she admitted sparing a glance to her left at the slender, dark haired young woman who was now her stepmother. If it wasn't for the fact that she was sleeping with her father, Kimber would have found Jade attractive, one of those women that made her wish she had the guts to experiment with a girl, or at least one of those women who she admired.

"Actually I'm interested in Art History, not being an artist myself," the blonde explained, turning her attention back to the road. "I really kind of fell in love with the idea while I was in Italy. The culture and the history is such a huge part of the country and the people, it was hard not to fall in love with it really. It's probably silly, I should focus on something more substantial, something more likely to be a career. Unless of course I can find a rich, handsome man to marry."

Ha, take that! the teen thought with a grin.
 
It’s a pity she’s going that route, she thought. Because with that grin and her hair moving with the wind…Kimber was looking very kissable.

Alright…let’s roll with it and see how she reacts.

“If you’re lucky enough like I was to find the aforesaid rich and handsome man to marry, good for you. Of course though, that might actually require waking up before noon on a daily basis. I mean, after all, they do tend to want things like good morning kisses, fun time in the shower, breakfast together…they even want you to take a few minutes to pretty yourself up…unreasonable of them, but it comes with the territory.”

Right back at you girl, she though. Jade had yet to see or hear Kimber get up before 11 unless there was a specific reason, like a doctor's appointment. It wasn't uncommon for her to be in bed past noon. Jade could never sleep in that late unless she'd been having passionate lesbian sex all night. Normally, she was up by 9 at the latest, barring someone's grabby hands keeping her in bed for some fun times.
 
As her new stepmother started talking about good morning kisses and fun time in the shower, Kimber felt herself growing nauseous, imagining her father and Jade kissing or worse, showering together. Her nausea quickly turned to irritation though as she caught the intentional jab in the other woman's comment. It was true that the blonde liked to sleep in and rarely worried much about her appearance but the last person she wanted pointing something like that out was her high maintenance, gold digging stepmom with the perfect hair and perfect smile and perfect body...

Kimber sat in a quiet huff the rest of the way to the restaurant, not trusting herself to talk without saying things that she couldn't take back. As they zipped down the tree-lined roads, the teen found herself wondering if maybe she was wrong about Jade. What if she truly was in love with Kimber's dad? It was possible. He was handsome for a man his age, and charming. Lots of girls were into older guys, maybe Jade was one of them. But no matter how much she tried to talk herself into it, the blonde just couldn't bring herself to trust the other woman. Not yet.

As they pulled up to a stop light, the sun beating down on them, Kimber reached down and lifted up the bottom of her shirt, fanning it up and down to cool her stomach and chest off, "It's going to be hot today. I think I'll go for a swim when we get back from lunch."
 
The teen didn’t seem to care much for her reply and decided to remain silent. That was fine with Jade, silence was better than trading veiled insults. Not as good as companionable conversation or (ideally) flirting, but better than insults. There would be plenty of time for more conversation anyway.

As they neared their destination, while waiting at a stop light, Jade couldn’t help but notice Kimber lift her shirt as an improvised fan. She had beautiful tummy that Jade would have loved to shower with soft kisses. The thought of the teen wet and in a swimsuit (hopefully a skimpy bikini) did wonders to make the asian woman a bit damp in a certain region.

“I can always raise the top and turn the air up if you want,” she politely offered, “A swim later does sound lovely I must admit.”

Traffic started moving again, and her eyes returned to the road. It would only be a few more minutes before they arrived at their destination.
 
"You don't have to do that on my account," Kimber said in response to Jade's offer to put the top up and turn the air on. "I don't mind a little sweat. Speaking of which, I need to find a gym now that I'm home. I feel like I haven't worked out in forever."

"Maybe if I drop about ten pounds I'll be able to get a man," the blonde joked as she once again fanned her shirt to cool herself off.
 
And I wouldn’t mind seeing you all sweaty either, she thought to herself as she took another glance at the sexy teen next to her. In fact, I would love to ‘help’ you get your exercise and make sweat drip from that tight little body…

“Drop ten pounds to catch a man?” she chuckled, “Girl, if you’re having trouble catching men, you must be finding all the blind ones. You shouldn’t have much trouble finding one if you want one. Heck, give me some time, and I could make them vie for your attention,” she offered with a smile.

And wouldn’t it be delightful to have an excuse to get that close to her and play dress up? she asked herself, her mind briefly dwelling on the possibilities...pity it wasn't likely to happen.

There was the street…and there is a parking spot opening up. Once that person left, she slid her car right into the spot, raising the top before she turned the car off.

“Well, they open in about 5 minutes, and it’s about a five minute walk, so lets be about it.”

Once they were out of the car, she locked it. Striding up along side her stepdaughter, they made their way toward the restaurant. All the way Jade’s heels clicked on the concrete, and her hips had a subconscious sway to them.

Upon arriving, there was indeed a line already formed, but fortunately it was beginning to make its way inside.
 
Hearing her new stepmother's offer to help her find a man, Kimber rolled her eyes and looked away, but despite her outward reaction, the blonde couldn't help but be intrigued. Whatever she might think about Jade's intentions with her father and his money, the teen couldn't deny the fact that the other woman was beautiful. Her body was perfect, her hair was always perfect, her clothes were, well, perfect. The sad fact was, Kimber had never been particularly good at packaging what she had, and if she was going to try, why not learn from a pro, right?

That train of thought was temporarily put on hold by their arrival at the restaurant. Exiting the car, Kimber fell in beside Jade, suddenly even more aware of the other woman's gracefulness, her confidence, her fucking perfect skin. Even when she's just walking to lunch her hips sway back and forth like she's trying to get every guy within five miles to watch her ass.

Kimber found herself watching her stepmom's ass appreciatively, but quickly looked away a moment later when she realized what she was doing.

"So, do you have any suggestions on a gym?" the blonde asked as they stood in line. "I'm looking for some place with a pool and a sauna, and maybe a masseuse. Any place around here that fits that description?"
 
Jade was well aware of the many men, and especially the few women who were appreciatively admiring her. Some were overt, others more subtle, but she loved it all. She loved the way eyes were drawn to her, the way they lingered. It was the reason she was drawn to acting and modeling, she loved being the center of attention.

And the center of attention she usually was.

While they had been walking, she noticed Kimber wasn’t walking right beside her anymore, she was back a few steps…if her peripheral vision was as good as she thought it was…she was staring at her stepmother’s swaying hips.

Hmm…perhaps Kimber might be attainable after all…she thought to herself as her eyes returned forward, a small smile slipping onto her face.

As they waited in line (thankfully it was short), Kimber asked her of good gyms in the area. Good gyms with places she’d love to be with the young blonde. Jade knew a few such gyms in the city. She’d have to avoid taking her to her usual gym, Goldie’s Gym, where her…sexual preferences were known by several staff and regulars. Instead of going to bars to pick up chicks, Jade preferred all female gyms. It was easier finding women who were at least bi-curious if you looked to see which girls were checking out the others. And many of the girls were nice and sweaty already…

Plus, she didn’t have to worry about men hitting on her there.

So…a good gym she knew well, but didn’t have many flings/lovers there…

Women’s Fitness. Only two flings and one short-term ex-lover, none of them staff, and she hadn’t been with any of them since before she started dating Hank. Should be safe enough, and she’d been there recently enough to know the gym’s quality.

As for the masseuse…she was most glad for Jenny, her college roommate, best friend, ex-lover, and current friend-with-benefits. Jenny was a masseuse, and had been more than willing to pass along some of the skills, especially as an aid in seduction.

“Women’s Fitness is a good one. I used to go there often, but with all that’s happened in the past few months, I haven’t been there much. They do have a pool and a sauna, but no masseuse. On the other hand, my college roommate was masseuse, and taught me a fair amount. I’d be happy to take you there. We could even go today if you want, once our stomachs settle of course. Afterwards I could give you a massage at home,” the asian offered.

The thought of Kimber wet in the pool, sweaty in the sauna, and then her soft flesh under Jade’s hands was definitely arousing her.

The line continued forward, and the two women entered the establishment. They were promptly seated, and a beautiful young redhead, probably half way between Jade and Kimber’s ages, came over.

“Hi, I’m Tiffany, and I’ll be your waitress today,” she handed out the menus, “Anything I get you ladies to drink?” she asked with a cheery smile.

“A 7Up for me please,” she asked with a smile. Had she not been with Kimber, the smile she gave would have been much more flirty.
 
The whole time they were being led to their table, looking at the menu and placing their drink orders, all Kimber was really thinking about was Jade's seemingly offhand comment about her former college roommate being a masseuse. The blonde's first thought was, why had Jade even bothered going to college if she was just going to sleep with the first rich man she found and marry him, but after that initial thought faded, Kimber found herself intrigued by the thought of Jade and her roommate massaging each other.

The teenager had heard her share of jokes and stories about girls who experimented with other girls in college, though she'd always suspected that at least half those stories were made up by horny guys. But there was something about Jade, an intense sexuality, that made it very easy to imagine her with another woman, their bodies covered in massaging oil as they rubbed against one another, their hands exploring one another's bodies...

It was an intense visual image and one that left Kimber flushed and more than a little relieved when the waitress returned with the lemonade that she'd ordered. Grabbing the glass almost before the waitress finished setting it down, the blonde sucked down two-thirds of the lemonade without coming up for a breath.

"That sounds good," Kimber finally said in response to Jade's offer to take her to the gym later in the day. A moment later the teenager realized that going to the gym hadn't been the only thing her stepmom had offered...she'd offered to give Kimber a massage as well. The thought brought another flush of pink to the teen's cheeks and sent her back to her glass of lemonade, which she quickly finished.

"So what's good here?" Kimber asked, trying to get her mind off of the mental images that suddenly seemed determined to take root in her mind...images of Kimber and Jade massaging one another, naked, covered in oil...
 
As they waited for their drinks, Jade noticed a dreamy expression come across Kimber’s face. The girl’s daydream seamed to be inspiring an emotion that Jade was most familiar with in other women…the beginnings of arousal.

And it was in response to her offer…

The girl who disliked her from Day One was now getting turned on by the idea of going swimming with her, sitting in a sauna with her, and then receiving a massage from her…curious…most curious…delightfully curious...

At the blonde’s breathy acceptance after draining most of her first glass, and following flushing of her cheeks; Jade took another swig of her drink to hide the smile that was threatening to break out despite her acting talent. Pink looked good on the girl’s cheeks…an image of Kimber’s head thrown back, cheeks flushed as she gasped for breath, naked body pressed against her own as an olive finger slipped in and out her tight teenage pussy…

Kimber’s quick attempt to hide whatever was running through her blonde head ended (for the moment) image running through Jade’s mind before she could become too lost in it. This time she did smile as she set her glass down.

“Well…it is a pizza place…a pizza place that always has a line out the door…so clearly it must be their tacos,” she said teasingly.

Though no tacos were served here, none the less, there was one taco here that her mouth was dying to taste.
 
"Oh, uhm, right...so pizza," Kimber recovered, her cheeks flushed as she realized how stupid her stepmother must think she was. I don't want her to think I'm some ditzy blonde, the teenager thought as she looked over the menu. Wait, what the fuck is happening here? Why should I care what Jade thinks of me? I hate her, right? Just because she's beautiful and sexy and smells perfect and has that smile...I still hate her. Which means there's no reason I can't take her up on her offer. Nothing could possibly happen between us. Ever.

The waitress returned a few moments later, bringing another glass of lemonade for Kimber and taking their orders. As she left the table, the blonde reached for her glass, "So how's dad doing? I feel like I've barely talked to him in months. Is her still a workaholic?"
 
Interesting, she thought to herself. Jade hadn’t had the time to study Hank’s habits before they met, and once they started seeing each other, he only worked as much as he had to so he could spoil her rotten the rest of the time. If he was normally a workaholic like Kimber indicated, she wouldn’t have to keep up this nauseating act as much, and she’d be free to spend time with ‘friends’…or seduce this petite little blonde that she’d been longing for the last few months.

She hoped he was returning to his workaholic nature, the quicker, the better. Not that she had any intention of letting Kimber in on that.

“So he was a workaholic? That would explain why he’s been steadily becoming more scarce. While we were dating, he only worked as much as he had to, not an hour longer, so we could be together. For a few months after the wedding, it was the same way. Yes, I figured he’d start working more once we got settled in. But I wasn’t expecting to miss so many suppers together once he started working more,” she gave a sigh, “I guess after a few months of consistency, part of me just assumed that things would stay the same.”

Taking a few sips of her drink, “Well, I guess that gives us more time to get to know each other,” she gave the blonde smile.

If only you knew how intimately I’d like to know you…she mentally licked her lips.
 
Oh, poor little baby, Kimber mused as she listened to Jade talk about her marriage, sounds like daddy is already getting bored. The thought brought a slight curl to the blonde's lip that she did her best to hide behind her napkin. Maybe my new stepmother isn't quite good enough in the sack to keep daddy's attention after all.

“Well, I guess that gives us more time to get to know each other,” Jade said with a smile that was friendly and bright, but also had a hint of something else, something coy and playful.

"Sure," Kimber responded casually as her gaze trailed down the other woman's long, slender neck. She really was gorgeous, the blonde thought, elegant and graceful and seemingly sophisticated. Jade was everything that Kimber would normally admire in another woman, strong, confident, beautiful, well educated, well traveled...unfortunately, she was also sleeping with the teenager's father. Worse, she had married him.

"So, many boyfriends before you met my dad?" the blonde asked.
 
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