Not being sure who would show up the following morning, I was thrilled to see Jennifer, thought I did try my best not to reveal my excitement.
"Good morning, Mrs. Baker, morning Danni," she said, acting perfectly normal. "I hope you don't mind, but I stopped on the way here this morning and picked up some absolutely delicious Danish."
"I'm afraid I don't have time this morning, but thank you," Mom said. "Danni, don't forget your speech exercises this morning, and the van will be here a little after ten to take you to therapy. Dr. Winstead might drop in to see how your therapy is going."
"No problem, Mom," I said, "Jennifer can get me out to the van and work with me on my speech exercises. Will you be late tonight?"
"No dear, I turned down overtime for a while. It's just too much right now."
"Mrs. Baker, is there anything I can start for dinner?" Jennifer asked.
"No dear," she said, "but you're welcome to stay if you wish. I've already ordered a family rib dinner from DeGracio's. It's one of Danni's favorites, and we always have extra."
"Please stay, Jennifer," I said. "Their ribs are to die for and their side dishes are made fresh right there at the restaurant."
I could tell that Jennifer wasn't sure whether she should stay or not, but she finally agreed just before Mom left for work.
"What do you suppose brought that on?" Jennifer asked.
"Probably nothing at all," I replied. "She doesn't act as though she suspects anything."
"I hope not," Jennifer said.
I wheeled over to her, intending to get her interested in some hot sex, but she turned me away.
"No you don't," she said. "You're going to do your speech exercises first. Did you have your shower yet?"
"No," I lied. "I need help for that."
"Nice try Danni, but I was watching your eyes. You lied to me, girl."
I shrugged and smiled up at her. "You can't blame a girl for trying."
"Come on, let's get this over with before the van gets here."
We had just finished up the exercises and Jennifer was brushing my hair when Mom came walking in the door.
"I have to have some reports I left on my nightstand," she said. "I can take you to therapy and the van will bring you home."
"Awesome," I said, grateful that Jennifer had been the stronger one.
"Can I help get her in the car?" Jennifer asked.
"Sure," Mom said. "I'd appreciate that."
When she was putting me in the car, she whispered to me, "That's one point for us," she said, grabbing my breast.
As we were driving to the therapy center, Mom asked me about Jennifer. "Do you like Jennifer better than Mrs. Thompson?"
"I wouldn't say that, Mom. I think it's just that Jenni is closer to my age. She challenges me more too. She doesn't do anything for me that she thinks I can do for myself."
"That's important," she said. "Did you do your speech exercises?"
"Are you kidding? She had me doing them just a few minutes after you left. She even threw in some extra stuff too and I liked that. We just finished a few minutes before you got there and she was getting me ready to leave when you came in"
"She seems to like to brush your hair for you," Mom said.
"I love it when she does that. Remember when you used to do that? It's such a great feeling."
"I remember," she said. "I guess it's been a while though."
"That's okay," I said. "You're doing everything by yourself. I guess I can do my own hair if I have too."
"I'm worried that you'll become too attached to her, Danni. We won't need her more than a week or two longer."
"I had those same thoughts, Mom, but I have a feeling we're going to still be tight after she leaves. She's getting to be kind of like a big sister to me. What would you say about me going on vacation with her this summer?"
"That's a bit premature to talk about, Danni. Is she trying to talk you into that?"
"She doesn't even know I'm thinking about it. I saw a vacation brochure she was reading for Colorado and I started thinking about how much fun it would be. I'd still go on vacation with you, of course, but it's obvious that I won't be able to work through the summer this year so why not give you some time to yourself? I've never been out west."
"I'd have to give a lot of thought to that, Danni. I don't have a right to stop you any more now that you're over eighteen, but I just wonder i that's such a good idea."
"Just take some time to think about it, Mom. Like I said, I haven't mentioned it to her and I'm not even sure that's where she's going."
"Just be careful not to make any promises or commitments until you're a hundred percent sure it's what you want for yourself."
"Before I do anything, I'll talk it over with you," I promised.
When I got home, Jenni came out to meet the van. She wheeled me into the house and right into the bedroom.
"We don't have a lot of time," she said. "It took longer at therapy than usual."
She helped me to stand and we ripped our clothes off as fast as possible. There wasn't time for foreplay this time and I didn't need any. I'd been thinking about her all the way home. To save time, we quickly moved into a sixty-nine, attacking each other's pussies like mad women. It must have sounded like a full fledged cat fight to anyone that could have heard, what with all the moans and mewling, the cries when one bit the other, and coarse language. That house had never heard the word fuck before and we were using it a lot to describe our emotions. The orgasms were quick, hard, and loud and morable. We drove into each other with tongues, fingers and teeth. It was the first time I'd ever done a 69 with a woman, and I loved it, but strangely enough, I felt that I was left wnting for some reason. Fast sex is all right, I guess, but no where near as satisfying as slow, passionate build up to a mind blowing orgasm.
We showered, dressed, stripped the bed and made it, straightened the room, sprayed with room fresh and were reading in the family room when Mom came home. Little did she know that my pussy was still quivering even as we talked.
That night, I'd been in bed about an hour, writing in my journal, when I heard a light tap on my door. I knew it had to be Mom, so of course, I told her to come in.
She was wearing some lightweight summer pajama shorts, a tee shirt without a bra, and the fuzzy slippers I'd given her for Christmas. To my surprise, she came over, and slid into bed next to me.
"Mom, I'm naked under here."
"I've seen it all before," she said.
"Yeah, but not since I got breasts," I reminded her.