Laurel Hardison didn't mind the nearly 4-hour drive to her sister's home. It was a chance to be alone with her thoughts and she was also getting to enjoy the experience of driving Tom's Porsche. He didn't often allow her to use it, but as he was away on a week-long vacation with their daughter and his newest associate, he didn't have to know about it and could not possibly object. Even if he did, Laurel had her ways around his "objections". Tom talked tough, but he was a pussycat at heart and she knew just where to scratch to make him purr.
She had been the one to suggest that Candy join her father on the trip. Candy and her father were very close and she would be able to keep him from overdoing it. She didn't doubt that Candy would pile on the charm and try to get her father in bed. She hoped that Candy would finally be able to achieve that goal. Her daughter had been after that for years. Mother and daughter were very close and had almost no secrets. Whatever Candy was up to, Laurel knew about it and vice-versa.
She and her daughter had a very open and honest relationship. Laurel had known when Candy had lost her virginity and to who. Candy also knew a lot more about her mom's past then most young women did. Of course, Laurel sighed, that was due to a little overindulgence with alcohol on Candy's 21st birthday. Neither she nor her daughter had ever imbibed quite that much again. Both of them were cool with it and Laurel was glad that things had turned out the way that they did, but it could have gone horribly, tragically wrong had her daughter not reacted the way that she did.
Despite his belief to the contrary, Candy had not lost her virginity to her boyfriend, Elliot. It had been an older, mature man who was a close friend of her father's. Candy had set out to prove to herself that she had the goods to seduce a man of William's prestige and style and had succeeded. Laurel didn't doubt it, she and her daughter were like two peas in a pod. When the Hardison women wanted something, they didn't stop until they got it. Candy had always thought her husband's best friend was a smooth-talking charmer, so she wasn't surprised in the slightest to discover that Candy thought so as well. "How was he?" She giggled drunkenly as Candy related the story with color commentary.
"Fucking incredible, no pun intended, mom," an inebriated Candy had giggled hysterically until she almost fell down. Laurel didn't doubt that either. William was the kind of man younger girls liked and his wife was almost 20 years his junior. He had waited until he was almost 50 to marry and Laurel was convinced it was because he had finally found a girl who could keep up with
him
in the bedroom. Even her own husband, sex god that Tom was, could not likely have matched William in the bedroom. His reputation preceded him. Laurel had always wanted to find out if it was truth or merely legend, but Tom was not going to swing, although William's wife Stacey was more than willing. Laurel held out the faint hope that maybe her daughter could get her husband to loosen up enough for them to have some adventures.
Laurel needed adventure and excitement, she was wired that way. She had married a man on his way up and become a mom within a year of their marriage. Candy was a bright and inquisitive child who took up a lot of her mom's time. Laurel got out to visit friends and her husband's family were nearby, her own were not. She didn't have time for a career; all of her energies went to Candy. She was grateful that she and Tom were active socially and that he loved sex and was a stallion in the bedroom. Had that not been true, Laurel would have been a cheating slut within the second year of their marriage. She knew fidelity wasn't Tom's strong suit, but she was almost grateful for that. Had he not had so many little pieces on the side, she might never have gotten out of the bedroom. Instead of an active social life with one smart, beautiful daughter, Laurel might have ended up a fat wife with a brood of 5 or six kids. Tom was content with the one and Candy had always proved to be a remarkable child. It had all worked out in the end.
She was thrilled that she had heard from Marcia and her husband. Seeing her sister again would be a thrill. As she thought about all the good times, she got warm and fuzzy feelings. Candy had her "first" story and Marcia was part of Laurel's.
Candy almost sobered up when her mom confessed her own secret. As William had been Candy's first lover, her Aunt Marcia had been her mom's. Laurel's older sister had taken her to bed and shown her what sex was all about. The two of them had carried on a clandestine affair for about a year. Laurel believed with all her heart and soul that she and her sister were soul mates. Marcia practically told her as much. Sisters who had fought like cats and dogs when they were younger became inseparable. Laurel never raised her voice to her older sister and they never had a harsh word. Their parents were stunned by the change in their girls. They had no idea whatsoever what had caused the change.
Sex. Glorious, incredible, sensual, naughty, lingerie-wearing, heel-loving lesbian sex. In all its naughtiest and most incredible variations.
Laurel had never been happier and she was almost glowing. Her mom couldn't get over the change in her daughter. An awkward, tomboyish teen was now wearing dresses, makeup, heels and she was almost -- giddy. Gloria had no idea her oldest daughter had affected the transformation by showing her brunette, model-perfect sister how beautiful she was when done up and in lingerie. As far as Laurel was concerned, Marcia hung the moon and the stars. If her sister thought she was sexy, she would be sexy. And so, she was.
Laurel lived each day of her late teens in happiness and contentment, thinking it was too good to last. She saw the sign for the exit to her sister's home and took it. An hour to go, an hour more and she would be with Marcia again and could touch and see her sister's face and body. She remembered every subtle nuance of Marcia's body and the way it smelled, the way she moved in bed. Their affair had been the most wonderful introduction to sex that a young girl could ever have asked for.
Of course, it was too good to last.
A few weeks after Laurel turned 20, her sister seemed to be distant and aloof. They were no longer having sex a few times a night, despite their having had an incredible night on Laurel's birthday. Laurel sensed something was wrong and as much as she worshiped the ground on which Marcia walked, she was not going to be put off. She demanded to know what was going on.
It could all have gone awfully, terribly wrong for the two sisters who loved each other. To this day, Laurel thanked the stars it had gone as it did.
At university, Marcia had met and fallen in love with a man. Not just any man, one of her professors. She had kept it to herself for the past few months, not wanting to say anything until she was sure it was love and not just infatuation. Marcia didn't want her father or Gloria knowing she was having an affair with her English Literature professor. Now he was saying words of love to her. "He's fucking incredible in bed," Marcia told Laurel, unaware that her sister was seething with jealousy. She went on about her new man until she saw the look of pure rage on the face of her beloved baby sister. It was then that Marcia realized just how much Laurel was hurting. She could not go on with this relationship if it caused Laurel this much pain. The young collegian had no idea how she could make it all better. Or did she? One of Marcia's great charms was that she was wily. IF she could pull it off, everyone's problems would be solved.
Marcia had made one great mistake in her relationship with Laurel and that was to be selfish in that relationship. She hadn't actively told her sister not to go out with other girls or young men, but she had made Laurel dependent on her for sex. So much so that Laurel wasn't as sociable as she should have been. Laurel truly believed that she was a lesbian. Marcia knew her sister better than Laurel knew herself. They were still soul mates and she knew that her sister could enjoy sex with a man if he was the right man. Her wonderful Edward was such a man. Marcia never would have believed it herself. Edward Hollingsworth was the kind of man that a girl could wait a lifetime for and never meet. She told Laurel that several times over the next number of years. Initially, Laurel would never have believed her big sister.
Yet, it was true. Edward waited for nearly two months before bedding his lovely, much younger partner. He knew that Marcia was a treasure and he treated the flame-haired, curvaceous vixen as such. He had lots of willing coeds on a string and could have snapped his fingers and had any one of them in bed. Marcia knew that for a fact because a few of her friends had bedded Edward and told her how remarkable a lover he was. When she walked into his classroom for the very first time, she saw it for herself. One thing that Marcia and her younger sister had in common was determination. If they saw something that they wanted, they were not afraid to go after it.
Marcia saw and wanted Edward Hollingsworth. She set about getting him the very next afternoon. She stopped wearing tight jeans and started wearing dresses. With heels. She sensed that he would be the kind of man who would appreciate that. He was. When she noticed him looking at her long legs, although trying not to be obvious, she clued in. The next day, she added stockings to her ensemble. None of her classmates noticed, but Edward did. She was a solid student, but in Edward's class, she decided she would shine and become a formidable force to be reckoned with. She did all of her assignments, finishing many ahead of time, did the reading, did extra reading if she could and she came to class prepared. She also changed the way she spoke ever so slightly, improving her diction and speaking in a softer, almost dulcet tone. After a month of this, there was not one class where Edward did not call on her or in which she did not ask an intelligent, well thought out question.
After another month of verbal sparring, he asked her out for coffee. On that first date, she let him know her intentions.
