The next day, Camilla went to her mother's house for the first time since she'd moved out. Though her mother was hoping for reconciliation with her, Camilla had other plans. They were to get together so Camilla would meet her mother's fiance; she would soon have a new father. No one, of course, could replace her biological father, whom she so deeply loved; but her stepfather-to-be would be of interest to her, in terms of a different kind of love...a love she could use to express her still seething hatred of her mother. The 18-year-old girl would get revenge on her mother for dominating her and keeping her a baby for so long; and she'd get even in a very special way...
Camilla waited in her old bedroom for her mother and her fiance to arrive; her mother had driven out to get him. She, on the second floor, watched out the window for her mother's car to come. After about ten minutes of waiting, it came. Curiously she looked down as the man got out of the car; she was hoping he'd be good-looking, and she wasn't disappointed. He, 42, had short, black hair, he was tall and thin, and he wore a navy blue suit. She liked what she saw.
When he and her mom came in the house, she heard her mom say she needed to use the bathroom. "Go on upstairs and introduce yourself to her; she's probably in her bedroom," her mother said.
Already getting excited and breathing heavier, Camilla took off her shorts. She was wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt that was left unbuttoned so lots of cleavage would show; she also wore yellow, orange, and white striped socks; her panties were pink- and white-striped, with a cute picture of a cartoon girl's face right where Camilla's arse was. Camilla looked like a blonde Felicity Fey. She left her bedroom door ajar to encourage him too look in. She was sitting on her old bed.
He knocked on the door. "Come in," she said. He walked in, shocked to see her in her underwear, but turned on all the same. Since she showed no sign of embarrassment or modesty, he was encouraged to keep looking, and his erection grew in his pants. She was on the bed with her back to him; she used her thumbs to pull her panties down a little at the hips so he could see a half-inch of buttock cleavage. She looked back at him with her eyes and mouth wide open, a facial expression with all the innocence and wonder of a little child. "So, you're gonna be my new daddy, right?" she asked.
"That's right," he said as he walked toward her to shake her hand. "You don't have to call me 'Dad' if you don't want to, though. You can call me Troy." She turned around to shake his hand, and she bent down to show off her cleavage, as well as most of her right breast; only her areola was covered. When they shook hands, his hand shook twice as fast as hers. She noticed his erection poking out in his pants.
He was fortunate in that her mother was shitting in the bathroom; this gave him more time with Camilla. "When are you marrying my mommy?" she asked as she got off the bed to stand in front of him; she left only about two inches of space between them.
"Oh,...uh, real soon," he said with a shaky voice. "Next month." He raised his right hand to scratch his nose, and Camilla deliberately moved forward; his hand touched her left breast. It bounced. "Oh, I'm sorry," he sheepishly said.
"That's OK," she said, as though he'd merely touched her elbow. They could hear her mother coming out of the bathroom.
"Quick: put your pants on," he whispered nervously as her mom's footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs.
Camilla casually walked over and picked up her shorts. He, ogling her in her panties, was torn between wanting her to stay in her underwear and wanting her to hurry up and get decent before her mom saw her. She bent over and put one leg in her shorts. "Do you know where
Luvlee's
is? I work there." she said, looking back at him with her behind, still only in panties, pointed out at him.
