We got back to the office and played off the events of lunch like nothing happened. I attempted to work while she constantly chatted with me through messenger. She would occasionally stalk through the office after leaving me a message requiring a lengthy answer; with Heather flashing her nylon-clad pussy as she passed me, not uttering a word.
The workday came to an end in a brisk and I held off making an appearance with Heather in the break room this time. I managed to look up as she walked out, looking at me across the office, disappointed. She got back to her desk and flashed me her address and the time, then logged off. Moments later she was exiting through the back door, only to look in my direction as she left for home.
I stayed another hour to burn some time and be productive, then headed home to my dogs. I stayed to the ritual and walked them on the warming evening before the bitter cold snuck up again. Played catch for about an hour then headed back to the loft, checking the clock. I took off my clothes and switched into something more casual. Jeans, t-shirt, boots, then headed out the door to make the drive to her place. She was living in an apartment not far from work, so the drive wasn't too bad.
I stopped in her lot, parking near her car. I looked around and wondered where all of this could lead. I thought about how I was falling for this girl. She was perfect, even though I wasn't a big fan of being with a chick that had kids, I thought my attraction and her obvious attraction for me could maybe overcome the differences and flaws between us. I shrugged it off and got out of the car and headed to the address she gave me. I knocked on the door, Kayla answered.
I had never seen Kayla, picture or otherwise. Heather really kept her family life out of our sex lives, or relationships. I was stunned. Here stood this teenager, taller than Heather without heels. Brunette, like her mother, but with longer hair, slight curls; bangs long, just enough to be a nuisance to the eyes. She greeted me with a smile like her mother's, wiping her bangs from her face revealing her brown eyes. I tried to not be obvious as I checked her out briefly.
Her breast was easily fuller than what Heather enjoyed, D's maybe, full and perky even in her grey sweatshirt, the sleeves were pulled up to her elbows.
I smiled at her, 'Hi, I'm Brad,' I offered my hand.
She looked down at it and torqued her lips like her mother often did.
'Yeah, and?' I pulled my extended hand back in my pocket.
'And.. your mom, invited me over.'
Wow, this girl knew nothing of me apparently.
'Mom?' She yelled looking back into the apartment, I scoped out her lower body to see a short pleated, yellow and white cheerleaders skirt, sheer suntan pantyhose, and white tennis shoes. My cock grew in my jeans.
I heard someone run through the apartment out of sight and approach Kayla from behind. It was Heather, minus her heels but wearing the same outfit as before. She smiled and introduced me to her daughter, and vice versa.
'Kay, this is Brad, a very good friend from work. I thought it would be nice to invite him to have dinner with us tonight.'
'Oh,' Kayla said, turning to look me over.
'Sorry I didn't dress up or anything, I just thought we were going to hang out.' I shrugged my shoulders in ignorance. I was giving up on guessing what this woman had on her mind or planned, for that matter.
'Oh, don't worry about it babe, get your butt in here.' Heather chirped guiding her hands inward.
I walked into the apartment and Kayla closed the door behind me. She circled around me while Heather and Kayla both entered the kitchen. I followed briefly and sat on one of the high bar stools and watched them.
Heather was prepping some food, it looked like a beef stew, while Kayla opened the refrigerator, right across from me, and browsed through it. Her head angled down at the bottom shelf and she bent at the waist, something she learned from her mother, and her skirt raised with it. I was in shock. She was wearing sheer to waist suntan pantyhose with a no gusset, no panties; her pussy was fat and voluminous, looking like small hotdog buns, while her gussetless pantyhose and joining seam split her labia perfectly. My cock went to full attention as she continued to probe at something in the fridge. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help noticing a brown bush behind the hose, and fine hairs on her outer labia.
'What are you looking in there for? This will be ready in about twenty minutes.' Heather said to Kayla.
'Oh, I don't know, I'm just starving right now mom.' She stood up, her short skirt returning to gravity pull.
'So Heather, You've never really told me anything about your beautiful daughter.' Kayla turned around quickly and blushed, Her skirt turning up with the action. Heather caught this and cleared her throat.
'Ah hum. Kay, come here please.' Heather said putting down her wooden spoons and walked around the corner of the kitchen, leaving Kayla with her back to me. I heard Heather whisper sternly to Kayla, just barely enough for me to hear, but to make a point to her daughter.
'What have I told you about shaving??' She said lifting the front of her daughter's skirt.
'What! Mom, I trim it all the time.' She said hushed to her mom.
'Not enough apparently. As long as you're in my house, my rules. Now go fix that right now!' She said to her daughter dropping the front of her skirt and walking past her to get back to her cooking. Kayla pouted and walked down the hall and entered the restroom, closing the door behind her.
Wow I thought, that was interesting.
'Sorry,' Heather smiled at me. 'I just noticed something that is completely unacceptable and had to fix it. She has been very deviant lately. I'm thinking she has been having sex with her loser boyfriend too. Ugh.' She chopped at the veggies in front of her.
'So to answer your question, sorry, I should have told you something. You're right, we are so close and you don't know anything about my kid. Well, she's almost nineteen, next week in fact. Fully into that rebellion phase. In the Senior cheerleading squad at Washington High, and well. Your average teen really. Boy bands, Twilight is all the rage.'
She smiled as she watched me lean against the bar top. 'So whatcha cookin beautiful? Oh, I can call you that here right?' I smiled jokingly.
'You can call me your girl if you want to.' She raised her hand and showed me the white skin where a wedding ring used to be. 'But the other q, roast beef stew. I'm a good cook, you'll see. She smiled and tasked back to cooking.
Twenty minutes passed as we idle chatted about something other than sex, which was amazing as the last few days were filled with nothing but erotic talk. Kayla exited the restroom and entered the kitchen wearing the same outfit as earlier but in a white t-shirt, minus the bulky sweatshirt. A major improvement, the t-shirt confirmed my assumptions on breast size, and, well, perkiness. She wasn't wearing a bra either. I started to speculate if pantyhose were the only undergarment this girl wore.
Heather spoke as Kayla neared me, 'K, it's ready.'
She poured the stew into three bowls and put them on a tray. Kayla walked behind me to the make-shift dining room and sat at one of the sides of the square glass table. I offered to help Heather with the tray but she denied it, telling me to sit at the table. I got off the barstool and sat opposite Kayla, giving her an awkward smile then turned to look where Heather was; she was just turning the corner around the bar and heading toward us with the tray.
