SS27:
"And The Truth Shall Set You Free"
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Here then'd be SS #27—the latter of "Step-Mommie Dearest"'s two-part sequel (i.e., "Step-Mommie Dearest" Chapter 3, trying not to confuse anyone)—the actual erotic portion. Chapter 2 of this story (SS #26), the non-erotic part, was of course "A Date With Fate." If you haven't read that yet, you may wish to do so before this, as it won't make a ton of sense otherwise!
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September 30th, 8:45 a.m.
The sun peeked up over the city's autumn, giving birth to another perfectly glorious Saturday. A gentle, soothing rain had fallen the night before, refreshing the atmosphere and sprinkling nature with a well-needed rinse. Weekend laborers headed to work, and all other travelers trolleyed about in pursuit of errands and personal leisure activities. One more unusually usual day.
All three members of the Townsend household were taking it easy. William had another physician covering for him at Mercy, Gretchen only worked part-time at her matchmaking office on weekdays, and Jessie of course was unemployed. This morning they were sitting around the dining room table in their robes and p.j.s, each with a cup of coffee and a section of the paper.
"So, Jess! Any plans for today, babe?" her Dad asked her.
Annabella, Annabella, Annabella, Annabella, Annabella, plans for today...
"Huh? Oh, plans?" she repeated, emerging from her romantic reverie. "Oh, gee, I dunno, I thought maybe I might take Annabella out, do something with her..."
"Aw, I so enjoyed meeting her the other night, Jessica," Gretchen said with a smile. "What a lovely person."
"Oh, the girl was an absolute treasure," William agreed. "So sweet, and polite, and demure, and considerate...she was just darling! Jess, you found yourself an angel on Earth. I'm so happy for you."
"Thanks, Dad...thanks, Gretch."
"Hey, y'know, the two of us were going to go do something today," continued William, gesturing to himself and Gretchen. "Maybe we could make it a double date?"
Didn't we kinda just do that Thursday?
"Hm, maybe," Jessie considered. "We'll see."
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September 30th, 11:53 a.m.
Jessie was still relaxing at home. William and Gretchen had prettied themselves up and were about to step out the door. Jessie would rather be alone with Annabella than have another date chaperoned by her parents, but as the three of them had been getting along so well together recently, she decided to keep that information to herself and just let them have fun on their own date.
Besides, there was something else she wanted to do today in addition to hanging out with her sweetie. In another tactful omission, she chose to not tell her Dad and Gretchen about this, as it would have made everything awkward.
Some things are better left unsaid
, she thought as she slipped into her bedroom, locked the door and undressed.
She would love to do this with Annabella on the phone (or in person (or via a video-chatting program)), as the sound of her beautiful, lively voice had become a major turn-on in the last month, but she didn't think Annabella was ready to do anything quite this intimate with her, which she respected. She was afraid if she tried to make things go too fast, she might scare her off, or worse. She almost kind of wished she wasn't so lit up by the girl, but at the same time, she was pretty sure this was going to be fun.
She laid a towel over her chair and sat at her computer naked. She could barely keep from fondling herself right away as she went online and brought up some images Annabella had E-mailed her of herself. She had sent them back in August, when they hadn't yet met in person and were only chatting on the Internet. She found several pictures she very much liked and opened them in separate windows. She toggled back and forth between them until she selected one with which to begin.
She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Imagining her fingertips were Annabella's, she touched them to her chin and stroked them down her neck to her torso. She exhaled as her lips curved into a smile. She let her eyes open back up and refocus on the picture of Annabella on her screen.
"Hi there," she seductively said to the computer.
"
Ciao, cara mia
," she imagined Annabella saying back to her. She blurred her vision in order to more effectively perform this pretense. Her smile grew.
Her right fingers and palm smoothed down between her breasts to her belly, as she removed her left hand from the keyboard and once again pretending it was Annabella's, began caressing her own face with it.
She closed her eyes again and gave a quivering breath. "Annabella...honey..." she adoringly gasped, "Tell me your fantasies."
"
Hm, that's an intriguing request
," she imagined Annabella responding. "
Sexual or non-sexual?
"
"All of them," she purred back to the computer. "I want to know everything."
Of course, she wasn't abreast of Annabella's fantasies, as their relationship had not yet progressed to this point, but she still wouldn't object to simply knowing. Whether she chose to act on this knowledge she'd figure out later. What she could do in the meantime was take her own fantasies, coupled with what she knew about Annabella thus far, and see what her mind could concoct.
However, what Jessie also didn't know at this immediate moment was that since she had met and started dating Annabella, her own fantasies had dramatically changed.
The August Jessie was set in dominatrix mode, focused on becoming a Mistress and making her girl(s) her slave(s), after having had her devilish way with her step-mother and discovering this craving within herself, this hunger for control and sexual power. At the time she didn't feel bad about having done what she did to Gretchen, as she felt Gretchen deserved it.
Gretchen, for her own part, had actually moved on from the incident. She wouldn't exactly say she had gotten over it, as she questioned the possibility of one ever being able to get over such an occurrence, per se, but she did have a lot of years behind her. She had seen and been through some major stuff in her life. And while none of it quite compared in intensity with being raped by her step-daughter, she saw no choices she had other than to get on with things. She wanted more than anything for this marriage with William to be successful. And what Jessie had done to her was in the past, she reasoned. She couldn't change it. And so she did her best to put it behind her. And she and William began having conversations to edify her about the ins and outs of homosexuality. She might never personally understand it, but she at least felt she had reached the point where she could accept and love Jessie and be comfortable with who she was. And not have to pray for God to "fix" her.
The best course of action for Gretchen regarding the rape was to rid her mind of the memory, if only temporarily. Easier said than done, but time healed everything. And she determined her other goal was to treat Jessie with love and respect, and not cheese her off again. But what neither Gretchen nor Jessie actually knew was, in as short a time as a single month and a half later, unbeknownst to either of them, the September Jessie had transformed into an almost entirely separate person from her August counterpart.
Annabella Fiorello came into Jessie's life and embraced her heart, shrouding her in an aura of wholesomeness, benevolence and childlike wonder. She was, as she claimed, essentially a big kid, a characteristic which the August Jessie would have used against her in a domme-like fantasy, to easily torment her and violate her like the naughty little girl she was, thereby making her squeal and cry for mercy. A month ago, capturing such a sweet, beatific creature and robbing her of her innocence would have tantalized Jessie like crazy and lit her libido on fire. This month, however, was a different story.
Once Annabella took Jessie under her angel wings and enchanted her with her charms just by being herself, Jessie's outlook on things began to alter. More accurately, to revert. At this point in her life, Jessie hadn't been met with a ton of disappointment or heartbreak, but the abandonment three years before did give her a bitter taste of life's angst. Constant disapproval from others of her early-discovered homosexuality didn't help either, and she'd also been met with her share of second-hand anguish on behalf of tough times her friends and loved ones went through. Despite the narrow-minded societal environment surrounding her, Jessie had a decent amount of friends and tended to make new ones easily, and one of her best techniques was sympathizing with their problems.
And so as a result of these first- and second-hand let-downs she'd encountered, she eventually tended, as most adults do, to turn somewhat jaded and jaundiced. She didn't mean to; it happened slowly over time, but suddenly as well. Ten years ago she was as optimistic and carefree and happy-go-lucky as Annabella. Upon entering her 20s she became a bit cynical, now with some evidence that no one's life, not even hers, was all roses and champagne. She hadn't become a total pessimist, but she wasn't exactly jumping with joy at the simplicity of each newly dawning day either. She took things as they came, and expected no miracles.
