"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.
"Mom has it written down, I thought she must be driving you crazy with all her ideas and suggestions," Darcy said as she sipped her coffee. Her dark brown eyes did not waver as she looked into the green eyes of the then-redheaded Roxanne.
"She's footing the bill and she's actually quite charming company," Roxanne answered. She quite liked Patricia Swanson, she was funny and sexy. She wondered about the woman and if she made a pass, would Patricia have succumbed. Several of her "straight" clients had fallen into little quick flings with her. Some had been the seductresses and some had allowed themselves to be seduced. None of Roxanne's lovers had ever left her bed with anything less than a large smile on their faces.
"Are we going to play little games or are you going to tell me what it is you want?" Roxy asked the girl. She knew the answer and yet, she still needed to hear Darcy say it out loud.
"I want us to fuck," Darcy said to her, laying all of her cards on the table. "I've been with a few girls but never with a woman and never one as hot as you. I want us to go somewhere and get out of our clothes and roll around naked until we're both exhausted," she told Roxanne.
"You're a very naughty young lady," Roxanne smiled as Darcy placed her hand on top of hers. "Just what would you do if I happened to say no?"
"You won't say no," Darcy smiled, brushing her foot along Roxanne's leg and licking her lips sensually. "You're here, aren't you? You want me just as much as I want you. I may be young, but I know the way of the world. Now, are we going to sit around this café, lovely as it is, and drink coffee all day -- or are we going to find a nice place where we can share life's most intimate pleasures?" The younger girl offered.
