Jill left Amy and her brother Derek sleeping, as she made her way downstairs to the kitchen.
She found their mom finishing a bagel and drinking coffee.
"Good morning, Amy's mom!"
"You can call me Claire, if you like."
"I like," she answered coyly. "You're up early." It was part statement, part question.
"I have to go to New York." She was professionally dressed in a white skirt and light blue top. She had her overnight carry-on leaning against the island.
"Ah right, gotta secure the new job," Jill winked then gave the appropriate index-finger gesture of a gun and clicked with her tongue.
"Still have to play the game. Coffee?"
"Thanks," Jill was tired and sat at the island counter.
"How do you like it?" Jill had momentarily lost her thought and was a little surprised at her directness.
"Any way I can get it," she smirked, remember the night before.
Claire looked at her for a moment. "I meant your coffee dear." Jill looked up to find a coffee mug had been filled and placed in front of her. She was being offered milk or cream.
"Oh, creamer thanks." Jill took a sip. It was hot and she was clearly tired.
"Seems like you all had a late night," Claire asked.
"Yea, we had a fun time."
"I'll say," Claire responded.
"Tequila will do that," Jill played along.
"And hormones, I think." Again, part statement and part question.
"What?"
"I heard a certain young lady really enjoying herself last night," Claire said playfully, smiling at her knowingly at the same time putting stuff back in the fridge.
"I don't, um..." Jill stammered. Was it that obvious? Did she make a scene?
"Sorry, don't mean to embarrass you. I got up to use the restroom late at night, and the bedroom noises were, um, discernible. I didn't realize you and my son were that far along - are you dating?" She prodded for information. These were her kids in her house, and she had a vested interest.
"What makes you think he and I..." she left the question hanging there.
"You're wearing one of his t-shirts, dear."
She looked down and tugged at the shirt - it was his. "Oh, I just got this from the dryer. I mean, I wasn't planning on spending the night."
"Relax. This isn't the 1950's. I just asked if you are dating." Another statement and question.
"Well actually... we're, um, not exactly..." she didn't know what she wanted to say.
"Sorry to put you on the spot. It's OK," she looked over from the fridge. "What you two do in private is fine, you are consenting adults. And I was your age once. All I'm saying is keep the noise down."
"The thing is," she felt compelled to set the record straight. "That wasn't me..."
"I know a woman's voice when I hear one."
Jill sat there, quietly sipping her coffee.
"And the only other girl in the house was my daughter."
Jill quietly took another sip, her silence confirming something but not explicitly what.
"But that would mean," she had a look that went from shock to disbelief.
Jill decided it wasn't time to blindside her new playmates by outing them. And she was feeling just a little bit underestimated.
"What," she asked playfully. "You don't think I could get her to make those noises?"
With a strange sigh of relief, Claire looked at the young woman sitting opposite the island from her.
"I just, um - oh dear! Now it's my turn to be embarrassed," Claire said, trying to compose herself. "Well, this is certainly a new development. I mean, I didn't exactly realize she was into girls. Not that there's a problem with that mind you." Claire pointed and made sure she was heard.
"If it's any consolation," Jill replied sincerely. "I do think she prefers guys." That much was true, she thought to herself.
"From the sounds coming out of her bedroom last night, I don't know if I would agree."
"Well," Jill recalled the previous night's frivolities. "A good lover pays attention to their partner's needs. And I gave her my full attention." She smiled and put the empty mug in the sink.
"Lucky girl," Claire said staring off into nothing.
"Are you jealous Mrs. C?" She asked playfully, slowly walking around the island to her position.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"I noticed you were checking me out yesterday, by the pool." Jill played her hunch.
"You are a beautiful young lady," Claire replied. "I was going to say that it seemed like you were showing off for Derek."
"Would it surprise you to learn part of that was for you?"
Claire contemplated this for a moment, wondering if she was serious or not.
"And what about you and... my daughter?" She tried to change the subject.
"I gave it my shot. Sort of one sided. Left a bit frustrated, actually." All true, Jill thought to herself.
"Sorry to hear that," Claire said a little disappointed, but also intrigued.
"Are you?" Jill wondered. She walked up to her from behind, close enough to smell her. "Would you like to know how I did it?"
"Did what?" Claire asked from over her shoulder, not wanting to turn and face the young seductress.
Jill whispered in her ear. "Would you like me to touch you the way I touched her?" Jill put her hand on her waist. "Would you like to lose control, to feel an orgasm as strongly as she did?" Jill pressed her breasts into Claire's back.
"I, uh..." Claire wasn't sure how to respond. But she wasn't moving away from Jill either.
She tilted her head back as Jill reached around and massaged her breasts, gently kneading them.
"Oh, yea..." Claire liked her touch.
"D's?" Jill asked, still whispering in her ear from behind.
"Double," Claire replied.
"They're awesome. No wonder the guys like you so much," Jill added.
"And some girls apparently." Claire said playfully.
"Your daughter was curious, but in the end too shy." Jill was toying with her now. "But you, I bet you sleep with guys to get what you want. But secretly you prefer women - who know how to give you what you need." Her hands traced up and down her sides, feeling the contour of her body.
"But I haven't..." her voice trailed off.
"Lately? How long as it been since you've been with a woman...4, 5 years?" Jill nibbled on her ear. With her other hand she softly caressed Claire's ass through her skirt. Jill went in for the kill. She was going to seduce her, right there in the kitchen, with Amy and Derek asleep upstairs.
"Yes..." she tried to resist, but urges buried in her long ago were coming to the surface again. And this time she was the object of desire. "How did you know?" she asked helplessly.
"Oh, I can tell." Jill blew hot air in her ear, causing her legs to buckle. Memories of forbidden love and sexual adventure made Claire excited. Yes - how she missed the touch of a woman!
Claire pushed back into Jill, just enough to convey that she was interested and a willing participant now.
Jill grabbed her by the hips pulling them together. Her hand on Claire's ass snaked around to her front.
