Soccer Mom, Part Three

“Is Grandma coming to visit?”

Pausing with a load of laundry from the dryer still in her arms, Alison looked at her daughter and asked, “What?”

“You’ve done the dishes, washed like four loads of laundry, the living room is clean… That usually means Grandma is coming over,” Casey said.

Looking down at the laundry in her arms, Alison started laughing. She gave her daughter a dirty look, said, “I don’t just clean when your grandma comes over.”

“Yeah, but you usually clean at like a five, but when Grandma visits, you are at like an eleven,” Casey said, grinning.

“And it still isn’t good enough,” Alison said, dropping the dry clothes into a laundry basket. Handing it to her daughter, she said, “Help me fold these.”

Casey groaned, but she sat the basket down and started folding. Smiling, Alison thought she was lucky to have such easy kids. They only gave her the minimum of grief, usually helped around the house without her even having to ask, weren’t that picky when it came to what was for dinner. It made being a single mom and a businesswoman possible. Still difficult but possible.

“So Grandma isn’t coming over?” Casey asked.

“I have the house to myself for the weekend, and I don’t want to spend it cleaning it up,” Alison said, transferring the clothes in the washer to the dryer.

“You could have left it until we got back like usual,” Casey said, laughing when her mother shot her a look.

“I’m trying to be a better role model,” Alison said, setting the knobs on the washer, “you know how I’m always saying finish your homework before you go outside. Well, this is me doing my homework.”

“Got some big plans this weekend?” Her daughter asked.

“I- well…” Alison said, unable to come up with a lie quick enough.

“What’s their name?” Casey asked, smiling at her.

Alison noticed the gender-neutral pronoun. She has been open with her daughters about her sexuality. Casey and Abbey knew she liked to date women from time to time, as well as men. They were okay with it, although Abbey might be a little young to fully understand, yet.

“Um, Nunya,” Alison said. Since she couldn’t tell her daughter who was really coming over, she used an old reliable joke.

“Nunya Business,” Casey said, rolling her eyes, “got it.”

Changing the subject, Alison asked, “Are you all packed?”

“Yeah,” Casey said, then before Alison could even ask, “I made sure Abs is packed, too.”

Smiling warmly at her daughter, Alison said, “You are a lifesaver. You know that, Kiddo?”

“It’s true. I don’t know what you’d do without me,” Casey said.

“Trying to pitch a raise in your allowance, again?” Alison asked, amused.

“Figured it was worth a shot,” Casey said, pulling a pair of her school uniform pants out the basket and folding them.

“I tell you what,” Alison said, leaning against the dryer,” if that B in Math is an A on your next report card, I’ll bump it up ten bucks.”

“Deal,” Casey said, grinning, “I’ve aced every test this quarter. Easy money.”

Alison had to hold in a smile. The girl thought she was going to get one over on her, but Alison had intended to raise the girl’s allowance anyway. Casey really was a lifesaver around the house and had earned a little extra money. If she could get the girl to raise her math grade in the process, then all the better.

The doorbell rang, and Alison glanced at the clock, said, “That’s probably your dad. Go get your sister and your stuff.”

“Right,” Casey said, running upstairs.

Taking a deep breath, Alison went to the door, opening it to see her ex-husband on the stoop. He looked good in his jeans and leather jacket, his hair unkempt but somehow always perfect. His looks were never a problem for Alison. Even now, after a bitter divorce, she felt a stirring of desire for him. It was just a shame he was lazy, good for nothing sack of shit. If he was a functional adult, Alison might still be married to him.

“Bill,” she said evenly.

“Alison,” he said, smiling.

“The girls will be down in a minute,” Alison said, turning away. Leaving her ex-husband waiting at the door, Alison went in search of her kids. She found them in Abby’s room, her youngest just shrugging into her coat.

“Alright, hugs,” Alison said, opening her arms wide. Casey rolled her eyes but she gave her mother a hug. The three of them embraced for a long moment, then Alison said, “Be good for your dad, ladies.”

“We will,” Casey said.

“If you need me, call,” Alison said.

Laughing, Casey said, “I think we can survive with Dad for two days.”

Alison wanted to debate that point, but she didn’t want to bring up that sore subject. Instead, she nodded and said, “I love you two. So much.”

“We are pretty crazy about you too,” Casey said, putting her arm around her little sister’s shoulders, “aren’t we Abs?”

“Yeah,” Abby said, grinning, “love you, Mom.”

She gave them one more hug, then said, “Alright. Get out of here. Your dad is waiting downstairs.”

“Bye, Mom,” Casey said as she left the room. Abby just gave a little wave.

Then she was alone, and the house seemed empty, deflated like a balloon with all of the air let out of it. It always felt like this when her kids weren’t around. She missed them already.

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OMW

Just three little letters, but they had Alison’s heart racing as she went down the hall to check her hair and makeup one more time. Sydney was on her way over to stay the night with ‘Casey’. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Alison knew she should be ashamed of herself, but she wasn’t. Mostly, she was just horny.

She has been looking forward to today ever since they made it back from the regional finals, and the girl had called to say she was allowed to stay over. Her imagination has been going wild, showing her mental pictures of all the things she and Sydney could try. Some of them even included the things she kept in the back of her underwear drawer if the girl was ready for that. Her mind was torturing her with such tantalizing images. It had been a long week, the anticipation building and building. By the time this morning came, all she could think about was Sydney.

At least she wasn’t the only one wishing the clock would run faster. Listed as Cid in the contact on her phone- Alison was too paranoid about putting the girl’s real name- Sydney had been blowing up her phone. All week, Sydney had been texting her, some of the conversations they had bordered on pornographic. The girl had a pretty vivid imagination of her own.

Alison lifted the hem of the dress she wore, saw the lacy tops of the nylons she wore. The girl had asked her to wear something sexy for her, and under the dress she wore the sheerest, most shameful thing from her unmentionables drawer. It was all the more scandalous, given that she was wearing it for a twelve-year-old girl.

The dress completely hid the lingerie- well, except for her legs- so it would be a surprise for Sydney. Alison wondered what the girl’s reaction would be when she ran the zipper down on the dress and helped Alison out of it. She hoped the girl got that look in her eye, the one that robbed Alison of her self-control.

While it had been embarrassing to ask, Sydney was wearing something for Alison, too. Not slutty lingerie but something much less assuming. Sydney had been curious about her choice, and Alison had admitted her fetish. The girl had cut right to the heart of it when she said soccer practice must be torture for her. She wasn’t wrong.

The doorbell rang, and Alison hurried to the door. Opening it, she saw Sydney standing there, smiling at her. Alison was a little disappointed to see the girl wearing jeans and a sweater. Sydney saw her reaction, and her smile widened. Stepping inside, she slipped into Alison’s arms and gave her a kiss, said, “I have them on under my jeans.”

“Good,” Alison said, smiling at her.

Realizing they were standing like that with the front door wide open, Alison pushed it closed, then kissed the girl deeply. Then Sydney was grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the stairs.

“Where are we going?” Alison asked, following her.

“Your bedroom,” Sydney said, then laughed when Alison raised her eyebrows, “I’ve been waiting all week… I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Alison had no arguments, so she followed the girl upstairs. Outside her bedroom, Sydney gave her another toe-curling kiss, then said, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Where are you going?” Alison asked, pulling the girl close.

“I need to change,” Sydney said, her eyes flashing, “I’ll just be a minute.”

“Change?” Alison asked.

“You’ll see,” Sydney said, slipping out of Alison’s arms.

Alison watched as Sydney walked further down the hall to the bathroom, thinking they shouldn’t make jeans that fit that good for girls if you weren’t supposed to look at them. The designers of the pants must have had Sydney in mind because they fit her perfectly. Alison couldn’t help but stare.

Shaking her head, Alison stepped into her bedroom. She left the overhead lights off in favor of the bedside lamp. It was a softer light, much more intimate. Going to her dresser, she pulled out her underwear drawer. In the back was her little collection of toys. She glanced at the door, then scooped them up and took them to the bed. She stuffed them under her pillow, hidden but convenient if she thought they would need them.

She hadn’t brought up trying out the sex toys with Sydney, yet. They might be too adventurous for a girl Sydney’s age. Then again, if she and Tara had had them when they were twelve, they probably would have used them. She smiled, thinking about the electric toothbrush incident.

Incidents, Alison amended, remembering all the times they used Alison’s electric toothbrush as a makeshift vibrator. Her parents hadn’t understood how she could have burned the motor out so fast. She had wanted to say, “When you are twelve and want to try everything you saw in a porn DVD, you have to get creative with everyday items. It’s the same reason that big, fat marker you bought me to make signs for our fundraiser smells like Tara’s pussy.”

She had to smile, remembering all the different things she and Tara had used as a ‘dildo’. Some of them had even worked. To this day, she wanted to write the makers of the feather duster Tara’s mother had had and tell them how its perfectly smooth, rubberized round-tipped handle had brought them both so much enjoyment.

“What do you think?” Sydney asked from the open bedroom door.

Turning, Alison gasped in surprise. Her eyes impossibly wide, she gaped at the girl. Sydney laughed at her reaction, then did a slow turn so Alison could take it all in. Well, what little there was to take in. Somewhere, somehow Sydney had gotten a hold of an adult costume version of a soccer uniform. It had sheer tiny shorts that left a fair bit of buttock bare, a matching sheer crop top that didn’t quite cover the bottoms of her small breasts, black knee socks with a white stripe, and a pair of platform heels high enough to cause nosebleeds. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and she had eye black under her eyes.

“Our uniforms for next session?” Sydney asked.

“I-wow,” Alison said, still trying to process what she was seeing, “I don’t think the other parents will go for it.”

“What do you think?” Sydney asked.

“I have enough trouble with the knee socks… This would be too much for me to handle,” Alison said.

The costume probably wasn’t everyone’s fantasy- hell, she hadn’t even realized it was hers- but it was working for Alison. Even the eye black smeared under Sydney’s eyes. Sydney looked like a slutty soccer player, even if she’d break an ankle trying to play in those heels.

“Where on earth did you get this?” Alison asked, laughing.

“The internet,” Sydney said, grinning.

“Of course you did,” Alison said, shaking her head, “but how did you find it in your size?”

“The manufacturer is in China,” Sydney said.

“Ah,” Alison said, nodding, “and Asian sizes always run smaller than the U.S.”

Looking down at herself, Sydney said, “I think it fits.”

“You look…”

Grinning, Sydney said, “All the adjectives?”

“Just the good ones,” Alison said, walking over to the girl. When she pressed against Sydney, she swayed a little unsteadily.

“Careful,” Sydney said, holding onto Alison, “I’m still getting used to the shoes.”

“I got you,” Alison said, kissing her, “thank you for this.”

“I know you said the socks, but I thought you might like this,” Sydney said, smiling at her. With the shoes, she could meet Alison’s eyes without looking up.

“I do,” Alison said, kissing her again, “but you shouldn’t have bought it. What if you got caught?”

“It was worth it to see the look in your eye,” Sydney said, then went on when Alison just looked at her, “I always get the mail when I get home from school. There wasn’t much chance of getting caught.”

“Just be careful. Don’t get in trouble for me,” Alison said, kissing her deeply.

Pulling back, Sydney asked, “Do you have something to wear for me?”

Alison lifted her arm, showing Sydney the zipper on her dress. She smiled at the girl when Sydney met her eyes.

“You are wearing it now?” Sydney asked. When Alison nodded, Sydney grinned and said, “This is like opening a present. Happy birthday to me.”

Laughing, Alison said, “Do you want me to sing for you?”

“Would you?” Sydney said jokingly.

“Just undress me,” Alison said, laughing.

“You mean, unwrap you?”

“Fine,” Alison said, kissing her, “unwrap me.”

Sydney ran the little zipper down on the side, then sipped the dress from Alison’s shoulders. Her eyes widened more and more the further she pulled the garment down. Then the dress was pooled around Alison’s ankles, and Sydney’s eyes were hot as they roamed over her.

She wore a sheer black bustier that pushed up her breasts and tucked in her waist, giving her even more of an hourglass figure. Her long legs were sheathed in lace topped nylons held in place with garters. A barely-there see-thru thong finished off the outfit. It was by far the sexiest thing she owned, worn only once- her wedding night. She was just glad it still looked good on her after more than a decade and two kids.

“You look…” Sydney said, then ran out of words. Alison had to smile, the girl’s reaction all she had hoped it would be

It was Alison’s turn to smile and ask, “All of the adjectives?”

“Yeah,” Sydney said, laughing.

The look in the girl’s eyes made her feel incredibly sexy and warm all over. Alison drank it in, still craving the girl’s attention even if her sex life has perked up lately. There was just something about the way Sydney looked at her, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

They were lustful eyes, full of carnal intentions. Again, that look in a twelve-year-old’s eyes nearly floored Alison. Swallowing hard, Alison kissed Sydney and felt the excitement thrumming through the girl. The lingerie had done its trick, turning the girl on.

Then again, it might just be the hormones flowing through Sydney’s young body. Alison remembered it not taking much to make her horny when she was Sydney’s age. She recalled being horny all the time and for no good reason. She had abused poor Tara and her toothbrush constantly. The toothbrush eventually gave up, but Tara never seemed to mind. The girl had had the same problem Alison had and was more than willing to help her scratch the itch again and again.

Alison couldn’t blame her own randiness on hormones now, though. She could only blame Sydney for buying that costume. It excited her more than it probably should. Sure, it was sheer and tight, but it wasn’t the typical outfit to inspire erotic thoughts. Alison thought she would still have been turned on if Sydney had bought something more generally accepted as sexy, but the thought that had gone into picking the slutty soccer costume was like throwing gasoline on an already raging fire.

The kiss got away from them, and it took them a while to realize they were still standing in the middle of the floor. It was Alison who came to her senses first, and she scooped the girl into her arms. Giggling, Sydney held on as Alison carried her to the bed. With one more kiss, Alison tossed her on the bed, making her squeal in surprise.

“Hey,” Sydney protested.

Smiling, Alison crawled onto the bed and kissed her. The girl forgot to be upset, kissing Alison back heatedly. She moaned as Alison’s hand slid up her flank to cup her breast through the sheer crop top. With her knee, Alison nudged the girl’s legs open, rubbing her thigh against Sydney’s girlhood. When the girl broke the kiss to see what Alison was doing to her, Alison wondered if she had figured this out yet. Did the girl know how to trib?

Alison moved up some, straddling one of Sydney’s hips. The girl’s eyes were bright with interest as Alison lowered her body weight onto her. Those eyes widened some as their bodies nested together, only a pair of hot shorts and a tiny thong separating them.

Smiling, Alison leaned forward and kissed her, asked, “Haven’t tried tribbing, yet?”

“I don’t think so,” Sydney said, running her hands over Alison’s nylon sheathed thighs, “what do I do?”

“You’ll figure it out,” Alison said, kissing her again. Without breaking it, she pushed her hips forward, grinding her body against Sydney’s. She laughed when the girl gasped. Pulling back, she watched the girl’s reaction when she rolled her hips back and did it, again. Sydney’s eyes widened as the move forced a moan from her.

Alison slowly started to rock her hips back and forth, the lovely friction of their bodies sending shivers of pleasure through her. Just like she thought the girl would, Sydney instinctively started pushing her hips up into Alison. With a little practice, they found a rhythm, one that drove both of them wild. Once they had the timing down, their pace started to pick up with the build-up of excitement.

Running her hands up the girl’s stomach, Alison pushed the sheer top up, exposing her jiggling breasts. She kneaded them as she continued to grind against the girl. Sydney’s back arched off the bed, pushing her breasts against Alison’s hands. As sexy as the crop top was just in the way, so Alison took a second to take it off completely. Then her hands were roaming over Sydney’s soft, warm body, again.

Seeing the girl looking at the discarded top, Alison laughed, said, “Lingerie tends not to last long during sex. It’s more of a starter than a finisher.”

Sydney met her eyes, said, “Just don’t take yours off.”

Alison leaned in and kissed her. She was smiling when she pulled back to say, “You are the one who’ll have to take it off, then.”

“Okay,” Sydney said, propping up on one elbow and kissing Alison. Her free hand roamed over Alison’s body, exploring all the places the sheer bustier hid.

Maybe it’s not just hormones, then, Alison thought, feeling the girl’s excitement in her touch.

Leaning forward, she put her weight on her arms so she could really focus on grinding against Sydney. She was breathing heavily, and she was starting to sweat under the sheer lingerie, but she kept her hips moving. Sydney was meeting her thrust for counter-thrust, and the friction of their bodies rubbing together was delicious. That lovely pressure had them rocking their way toward a climax. Alison met Sydney’s eyes, saw the girl was close, too. When she started to lose control of her body, Alison forced her hips to keep moving. Somehow, she kept it together long enough to feel Sydney stiffen beneath her. The girl’s cry of ecstasy set off Alison’s orgasm, and they shook together.

Still holding herself above the girl, Alison was careful not to move. Any little movement was torture on their still sensitive bodies. After a moment, Alison leaned in and kissed her deeply before carefully extricating herself from Sydney. She sat down next to the girl.

“I guess that works,” Sydney laughed, sitting up and looking down at herself, “my shorts are all wet.”

“Sorry,” Alison said, seeing the wet spot on the girl’s crotch. The thong was plastered to her pussy, too.

“I don’t know if it was you or me,” Sydney said, grinning at her, “you had me pretty excited.”

Laughing, Alison said, “Wow.”

Sydney hooked her thumbs in the shorts and pulled them down and off, tossed them aside. Sitting up, she undid the straps on the shoes, taking them off, too. She glanced at Alison, then left the socks on. She sat on Alison’s lap, facing her. Smiling, Sydney kissed Alison deeply.

The orgasm she had just had still had her nerve endings singing, but Alison felt her passion start to build as they kissed. She could feel Sydney’s desire behind her kiss and knew she wasn’t done, either. Without breaking the kiss, Alison put her hands on the girl’s backside and lifted her up so she could fold her legs Indian style beneath her. She let Sydney down into the hollow of her legs but didn’t remove her hands. Her fingers digging into Sydney’s buttocks, she pulled the girl forward. Sydney gasped into their kiss, pulling back to look wide-eyed at her. Alison just smiled at her. Dropping her eyes, Sydney saw their bodies nested together, again. She was smiling when she looked back up. The girl didn’t need any further encouragement, the roll of her hips making them both moan.

Like before, they fell into an easy rhythm. Alison was a little surprised at how well they moved together. Usually, tribbing took some practice with a new partner, but she and Sydney took to it without preamble. It didn’t hurt that the girl was so lithe and graceful, the roll of her hips smooth and sensual. The girl didn’t dance, but Alison thought she could if she wanted to. It definitely seemed like the girl was dancing in her lap.

Alison liked this position, especially on the bottom. Her hands were free to explore Sydney’s lovely body, and the girl’s mouth was right there, ready to be kissed. Looking into Sydney’s eyes as they made love was very erotic, incredibly sexy. The connection only heightened her excitement. She could see the girl’s pleasure even as her own coursed through her body.

So soon after having an orgasm, this new coupling was doomed not to last long. The flex of Sydney’s body had them both in danger of coming again. Since that was the end they both desired, Alison’s hand slid down the girl’s sweaty back to grab her buttocks again. She helped the girl really grind their bodies together, pulling her forward even as she rocked her own hips. Already on the edge, this added pressure was going to do them in. Their eyes met, and they didn’t look away as their orgasms came up to grab them, only breaking eye contact as they shook them. They were left trembling in each other’s arms.

“God, I can’t feel my toes,” Alison laughed, still trying to catch her breath.

“What did you call that again?” Sydney asked, breathing a little heavy but not gasping for air like Alison. She carefully got off of Alison’s lap.

Alison looked at the girl barely breathing heavily, and she shook her head. She liked to think she was in good shape for her age, maybe even better than a lot of women younger than her, but she couldn’t keep up with Sydney. Still, she managed to say, “Tribbing.”

“Tribbing is awesome,” Sydney said, smiling at her.

Tribbing was awesome, even if she never heard anyone call it that before. The girl’s enthusiasm made her laugh. The excitement of youth burned so much brighter before it was toned down by the expectations of society and the bounds of adulthood.

“What’s funny?” Sydney asked, giving her a look.

“Nothing, Love,” Alison said, kissing her, “tribbing is indeed awesome. I’ve just never heard someone say it out loud before.”

“Oh,” Sydney said sheepishly.

“But I loved that you did,” Alison said, smiling as she kissed her, again, “it’ll make it easier to get you in my lap, again.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Sydney said.

“Good,” Alison said, meeting the girl’s eyes, “I might have a few more things for us to try later.”

“Like what?” Sydney asked.

Alison reached under her pillow before realizing she was on the wrong side of the bed. Nodding at the pillow under Sydney’s head, she said, “They are under your pillow.”

“What’s under the pillow?” Sydney asked, propping up on her elbow and moving it aside. Her eyes got big when she saw the sex toys that were hidden there. Picking up the Hitachi wand, she asked, “What is this?”

“A vibrator,” Alison said, pushing the button, so it came to life in the girl’s hand.

“This is a vibrator?” Sydney asked, her eyes even wider as she looked at the bulbous head of the wand as it vibrated so fast that it was a blur of motion, “the one I stole from my stepmom is nothing like this. Hers look like a plastic… I don’t know… cigar?”

“I have one of those, too,” Alison said, turning it off, “this one is more powerful.”

“Looks like it,” Sydney said, laughing nervously.

“Feels amazing, though,” Alison said, meeting her eyes.

Nodding, Sydney set it aside and picked up something else. It took her a moment to untangle it, then she gasped. Her eyes went to Alison, and she asked, “Is this what I think it is?”

“Depends on what you think it is,” Alison said, playfully. She could tell by the look on the girl’s face that Sydney probably knew exactly what it was.

“A strap-on,” the girl said, her voice lower.

“Then, yes,” Alison said, smiling at her, “it’s exactly what you think it is.”

Her eyes on the smooth pale blue dildo, Sydney asked, “You want to use this?”

“That’s up to you. We can try some of it or none of it,” Alison said, getting Sydney to look away from the dildo for a second, “I got them out just in case.”

“Just in case,” Sydney repeated, nodding.

“But that’s for later,” Alison said, pulling the girl in for a kiss, “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

“I haven’t eaten dinner yet,” Sydney said.

“Perfect,” Alison said, reaching over the girl to grab her phone, “what should we order?”

“Chinese?” Sydney suggested.

Rolling off the bed, Alison said, “I think I have some take out menus in the kitchen.”

Alison grabbed her robe and slipped into it, then left her bedroom. Hearing footsteps behind her, Alison glanced over her shoulder and saw a very naked Sydney following her. Laughing, she said, “I have another robe. Bottom drawer in my dresser.”

Looking down at herself, Sydney said, “Right.”

While the girl retreated to the bedroom, Alison headed downstairs. In the kitchen, she dug through the junk drawer until she found a stack of take-out menus. She was laying them out on the table when Sydney came into the room, Alison’s robe knotted around her waist. It was a little big for her, but it served its purpose.

“Help me pick something,” Alison said, pointing at the menus.

They decided on a restaurant, called in their order, and were told it would be about twenty-five minutes before their order arrived. Hanging up the phone, Alison said, “It’ll about half an hour.”

“What do we do until then?” Sydney asked, looking around.

“I don’t know,” Alison said, amused. They had a whole night to themselves, but this thing they had was built around sex. They didn’t know how just to spend time together.

“Well, this is awkward,” Sydney said.

“Yeah,” Alison laughed, inclining her head toward the living room, “let’s find something to watch while we wait.”

They snuggled up on the couch and flipped through the channels until Sydney suddenly said stop. Alison saw what it was and started laughing. Giving the girl a look, she asked, “Zombieland?”

Grinning, Sydney said, “I quoted this movie to you that first night.”

“I know,” Alison said, shaking her head.

“I love this movie,” Sydney said, her eyes back on the screen.

She has seen it a half dozen times already, but Alison was still happy to waste some time with it again. Emma Stone was so beautiful in this movie, the dark eyeliner and the brown hair and bangs with her lovely green eyes giving her a different attitude than her usual red locks. Sydney’s eyes were blue and her complexion a little duskier, but she favored the actress a good bit.

Sydney is going to stunning when she grows up, Alison thought, looking at the girl in profile.

Catching her, Sydney gave her a curious look, asked, “What?”

“You are so beautiful,” Alison said.

“So you keep saying,” Sydney said, the corners of her lips turning up.

“It’s worth repeating,” Alison said, borrowing the girl’s saying.

“Mm…” Sydney said, kissing her.

They were interrupted when headlights suddenly turned into the driveway. Frowning, Alison glanced at the time and saw it was still too early for it to be the delivery guy. Sitting up straighter, she said, “Go hide in the bathroom down the hall.”

“What is it?” Sydney asked, getting to her feet.

“Someone is here, and it’s not the food,” Alison said, unfurling her legs and getting off the couch.

Sydney ran out of the room as a car door went thunk out in the driveway. Alison looked at the door waiting for the knock. It opened instead, and her oldest daughter stepped through it. Blinking in surprise, Alison wondered why she was here. Was something wrong? What had happened.

Seeing Alison standing in the living room, Casey said, “Forgot my contacts case.”

“Oh,” Alison said, relieved.

Casey noticed the stockings poking out the bottom of the robe, and her eyes widened. She put two and two together, guessing why her mother was wearing hosiery under a robe at this time of night. Laughing, she said, “I’ll just grab them and let you get back to your company.”

“Right,” Alison said, her cheeks hot.

As the girl ran upstairs, Alison sat awkwardly on the couch. If she hadn’t heard the car pull into the driveway, Casey might have walked right in on Alison and Sydney on the couch. She had been careless, assuming she wouldn’t see her girls until Sunday.

A minute later, Casey came back down the stairs. She came into the living room, frowning as she looked at Alison. She didn’t say anything right away, just looked at her mother. Finally, she asked, “Why is Sydney’s backpack in the bathroom?”

Her heart sinking, Alison couldn’t work up enough saliva to answer her. Maybe the guilty look on her face was answer enough because her daughter’s eyes got wide. Alison could see the pieces falling into place behind her eyes.

“Wow,” Casey said, laughing and shaking her head.

“Casey, I-” Alison said, but her daughter cut her off.

“It’s okay,” the girl said, still laughing, “she got you with that smile, too? Huh?”

“What?” Alison asked, blinking at her daughter’s response. Then she noticed the girl was blushing and it was her turn for her eyes to get wide. She stammered, “Y-you?”

Taking a deep breath, Casey said, “That smile and those eyes.”

Alison found herself nodding. That smile and those eyes, indeed. Sydney had broken down her self-control and common sense with those eyes and that smile of hers.

A couple of things clicked into place. Sydney had indeed had some practice at making love… with her daughter, Casey. Her twelve-year-old daughter was sexually active and at least bi-sexual, possibly gay.

Even though Alison started having sex at this age, she was still having trouble processing that her daughter was fooling around with Sydney. Casey was still her little girl, and the thought of her having sex was clashing with that perception.

She frowned when she noticed her daughter wasn’t having as much trouble processing that she had slept with Sydney. Casey didn’t seem all that surprised or upset.

“I’ve been looking for a time to tell you,” Casey said, shyly, “you know… to come out to you.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, Kiddo,” Alison said.

“Okay,” Casey said, then glanced at the front door, “Dad’s waiting on me. Can we do it when I get back?”

“Um, yeah,” Alison said, then felt she needed to explain, “about Sydney-“

Laughing, Casey said, “She’s irresistible. I get it. I’m not upset with you… or her. She’s always had a crush on you.”

“You knew about that?” Alison said.

“And I knew you liked her, too,” Casey said.

“You did?”

Rolling her eyes, Casey said, “You aren’t very subtle.”

Caught off guard, Alison laughed, “Jesus, Casey. You need to speak up when you notice things like that.”

Casey shrugged, said, “Why? Sydney didn’t mind you looking, so why should I make a big deal of it?”

“Because I’m an adult,” Alison said, incredulously.

“Like I said, she didn’t mind you looking,” Casey said, meeting her mother’s eyes, “if she didn’t like it, things would be different.”

Shaking her head, she said, “We really need to have that talk when you get back.”

“We will,” Casey said, then grinned, “tell Sydney I said hi.”

“I will,” Alison said, laughing.

Casey walked to the door. She was still grinning as she said, “Have fun.”

Alison’s cheeks were still hot even after her daughter left. For a moment, she just stood in the living room, unsure of what to do now. A lot had happened in the last couple of minutes- she had found out her daughter was having sex and was probably gay; her daughter had found out Alison was sleeping with her twelve-year-old friend and didn’t seem all that upset about it; and, to make this worse, she and Casey have slept with the same girl.

Ugh, this is starting to sound like a Jerry Springer episode, Alison thought, sourly.

She thought back to that first night with Sydney, and her mind did a horrible thing- made her wonder if she had gotten sloppy seconds. Had Sydney slept with both of them that night? She pushed that thought right out of her head, but the damage had been done. The thought was a mood killer.

Eventually, she remembered Sydney and walked on rubbery legs down the hall to the bathroom. Opening the door, she saw the girl sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. Standing up, Sydney looked at her expectantly.

“Casey says hi,” Alison said, without preamble.

Gasping, Sydney asked, “She knows I’m here?”

“She saw your backpack in the bathroom upstairs and put two and two together,” Alison said.

“What did she say?” Sydney asked.

Snorting, Alison laughed, “Have fun.”

Her eyes wide, Sydney said, “No, she didn’t.”

“She didn’t seem all that surprised or upset,” Alison said, shaking her head.

“She knows I have a crush on you,” Sydney said, slipping into Alison’s arms.

Holding the girl, Alison said, “Still. I need to have a talk with you girls about inappropriate adult behavior.”

“You mean like what we did earlier?” Sydney asked, her tone playful.

“That was definitely inappropriate,” Alison laughed.

“I kind of like inappropriate adult behavior,” Sydney said, kissing Alison, “trying to talk me out of liking it is probably a waste of time.”

“Probably,” Alison agreed, shaking her head. Meeting the girl’s eyes, she said, “There is something else we need to talk about.”

“What?”

“You sleeping with my daughter,” Alison said.

“Oh,” Sydney said, blushing, “she told you about that?”

“Yeah,” Alison said.

“It was before we started sleeping together. I haven’t slept with her since then,” Sydney said, holding her gaze.

Blinking in surprise, Alison realized the girl thought she was upset because she was cheating on her. Laughing, she said, “That’s not what I meant. I’m talking about you and my twelve-year-old daughter being sexually active.”

“Right,” Sydney said, squirming like she was expecting a lecture.

Just such a lecture was on the tip of Alison’s tongue, but she swallowed it back down instead. She’d be a hypocrite if she freaked out about her daughter having sex already. She was sexually active at Casey’s age, after all. Besides, the cat was already out of the bag and they couldn’t pretend like it hadn’t happened. She’d just have to figure out what to do about it now.

She simply said, “I’ll talk to her when she gets back.”

“Yeah?” Sydney asked, surprised to be off the hook.

Laughing, Alison said, “I can’t be too mad. She’s right about those eyes and that smile of yours. You are irresistible.”

“She said that?” Sydney asked.

“Yeah,” Alison said, smiling at her, “you are like Brady lady kryptonite.”

“Well, you ladies are my kryptonite, too,” Sydney said, kissing her.

There was some heat behind the kiss, and Alison realized her plans for the weekend hadn’t been canceled after all. As freaked out as she had been after finding out she and her daughter had slept with the same girl and possibly on the same night, Sydney’s warm body in her arms and the kiss re-lit the desire she had thought snuffed. Even after the traumatic event in the living room, Alison realized she still wanted to sleep with the girl.

They were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Alison’s eyes snapped in that direction guiltily, and, for one paranoid moment, she thought she was busted, again. Then she remembered they had ordered food and this was probably the delivery guy. Sheepishly, she met Sydney’s eyes, said, “Food’s here.”

Laughing, Sydney said, “Yeah.”

“We’ll pick this up after we eat,” Alison said, stealing one more kiss.

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