Darcy was sitting at the bar, nursing her Daiquiri. She had already refused four offers to buy her another drink while she waited for her date to arrive. Truth be told, Darcy wasn't really much of a drinker. She had only been old enough to drink for about a year now, not that it would have mattered. With her gorgeous face and body, Darcy had yet to ever be carded.
She looked around and finally spotted her date. Waving, she saw the auburn-haired beauty approaching with a big smile on her face. When Roxanne came up to her, she hugged the woman in a fierce embrace, not caring if anyone was watching them. That was Darcy; she lived her life by her own rules. "I like your new hair color," she said to Roxanne. Then, she whispered "Does collar match cuffs or ...?"
Roxanne laughed a bit nervously. "I'm shaved and you're a little bitch for asking." She motioned to the bartender and ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri for herself. "Have you been here long?" She asked Darcy.
"Not too long, no," Darcy answered. "What kept you? I called you over an hour ago; you don't live that far from here."
"My sister Melanie had sent my niece, Ginger, over to stay with me for the night," Roxanne answered. "She had plans although she wouldn't tell me what they were -- probably involving that handsome new husband of hers. Ginger had been there for a few hours when I got your call."
"What excuse did you give her?" Darcy asked.
"I told her that I'd gotten a call from work and gave her cab fare to go home," Roxy told her girlfriend. She placed her hand on the girl's stocking-clad knee. "What was I supposed to tell her, I got a booty call from my hot teenage girlfriend and I'm going out for the night to lick pussy?"
Darcy giggled. "You should have invited her along. I've seen that niece of yours -- she's hot, I wouldn't mind going down on that."
Roxanne sighed. "You're incorrigible. Yes, Ginger is hot but I don't know how much sexual experience she's had, if any. She also happens to be my niece and aunts don't go around sleeping with their nieces," she told the pretty brunette.
"Mine did -- several times."
Seeing that no one was looking, Roxy chanced a fleeting kiss. "That's because you're irresistible or your aunt is a lezzie tramp -- or both. Now, didn't you say your parents were away for the entire evening?"
Darcy smiled. "They're at my aunt's until sometime tomorrow afternoon."
"The same aunt?"
"In an odd coincidence, yes," Darcy laughed. "Mom and her sister have always been close but since Aunt Annette moved away, my mother's missed her like crazy. Daddy does whatever makes mom happy, so they went for a visit. Let's finish our drinks -- I'm dying to get my face between your big tits and lick your nipples and have you go down on my pussy," the petite brunette sighed with apparent lust.
"I want that too," Roxanne breathed. "I dolled myself up just for you, Ginger wondered why I was getting so dressed up just to go to work. I told her I was meeting with a special client," she explained. In a short dress, patterned stockings and black high heels, Roxanne looked every inch the vamp. She motioned for the bartender, paid for their drinks and took Darcy's hand. "Let's get you out of here and into a large, warm bed."
"Slut," Darcy said under her breath but loud enough for Roxanne to hear. Her older lover smiled as they made their way to her sporty MG. Darcy lived a bit further away than Roxanne so while they were driving, she kept running her hand up and down Roxy's stocking-clad leg. It was driving the woman insane and she almost went off the road, but they finally made it to Darcy's home. They rushed in the door as quickly as possible and in her excitement, the teen girl decided to tease her mature, beautiful lover. She dropped her jacket on the couch and let her skirt follow suit. What Roxanne had thought was a pretty Cami and matching stockings was actually a one-piece lace body stocking. It clung to Darcy's tanned skin and hid little of her charms. Roxanne was almost salivating over the girl, as much as she had a year earlier when they had met.
Darcy's mother had been a client of Roxanne's, hiring her to redecorate her entire home. A few times when Roxanne had been over taking measurements and discussing plans with Patricia Swan, Roxanne had noticed Darcy. The pretty girl was hard to miss, both Swanson women were very attractive and bi-sexual Roxy would have slept with either of them. She noticed that Darcy seemed to A) make it a habit to be around whenever she was over and B) dress in clothing that was not completely age appropriate, although her mom didn't seem to notice or mind.
One time during a consultation, while her mother was out of the room, Darcy was being overly flirty. Roxanne decided to warn the girl. "Careful little girl," she said to Darcy. "Behavior like that can get you into a lot of trouble."
"I'm petite, but I am NOT a little girl," Darcy said, shifting from one foot to another. That was obvious to anyone who looked at her cleavage and the way her shorts molded to her body. "Besides, maybe I WANT to get into a little bit of trouble. Life is too boring unless you take a risk sometimes." Before Roxy could even stop her, the girl was standing on tip-toe and kissing Roxanne. She stopped only a minute or so before her mother entered the room. As she walked away, she had an extra bounce in her step and she smiled back at a befuddled Roxanne.
A few days later, she got a text and it was from Darcy. She arranged to meet the girl and was going to put a stop to all of this. However, when she first set eyes on the girl in the café, she knew that wasn't what was going to happen at all. Darcy had changed her look entirely. Her hair was styled and her makeup was now sensual and alluring. She wore a skintight, short black dress and high heels. She didn't look like an eighteen-year old anymore; she looked like a young woman. A very desirable young woman and if she was intent on playing this game, then Roxy was going to see it through. She sat down across from the girl and ordered coffee. "How did you get the number?" She asked the captivating teenager.
