Fists clenched, hair disheveled, my stepmom barges into the balcony. Her elegant dress stands out against the somber plants and grey sky.
Stepmom Isabella, another cute woman, who couldn't care less about my dad. Two cigarette stubs roll over to her high heels, and thunder rumbles in the distance. She realizes she isn't alone.
"Hey, Ricky!" I get a glimpse of her beautiful cleavage above her blouse. Her suspiciously sweet smile oozes seductive power. "Are you excited for your Dad's party?"
Is she going to beguile me? I am the heir to the empire after all. She twirls her hair and comes closer to me. I back off till my spine touches the railing. Her perfume gets stronger, and her breasts hover a centimeter from me.
She playfully touches my arms and says, "I have some plans for the evening. Take care of your Dad till then."
I look at her go. She leaves me with a bulge in my pants. I have to follow her.
Now that she is part of the family, I should provide her with extra security. I wait for her to leave, dash to my car, and start tailing her.
She stops at a dim alley and walks in. What's she up to? Is it safe? Unsure, I take a coin out and toss it. Shit.
I follow her, avoiding empty soda cans and taking cover behind trash bins. Her beautiful legs and thick curvy hips dance between the narrow graffiti-covered walls of the alley, moving to the tune of distant club music. I eye her up and down, craving the subtlest glimpse of her ass, jiggling with each step. I feel another bulge in my pants. My predatory stalking and dark jacket would arise suspicion in anyone. I'm not sure if she noticed me. She disappears into the club. Should I follow her? I toss the coin again. Thank god.
"Did you follow me yesterday?" she asks. My dad's party is in full swing in the hotel. Sparkling chandeliers and elegant decorations scream sophistication. There's live music and champagne bottles to accompany it.
"I know it'll feel different without your mom around as your dad married a younger woman, but you could hang out with me anytime." Her flowy kimono-style robe contrasts with my sharp suit. I don't completely trust her, but I'd rather spend time with her than with my dad's acquaintances.
"Personally I'd like to have a much closer relationship with you. I didn't get a chance to know your mom, but your dad had some... strong opinions about her."
"Is that so?"
"He told she didn't let you hang out with girls. Is that true? I know what sex-freaks boys your age are. You would have had a string of girls dying to be with you."
She's younger and much more understanding than my mom, but my stepmom grossly overestimated my prowess with girls. "Is it too weird, us talking about this?"
"I don't mind it," I say, so she teases, "How many girls have you been with... sexually?" Yikes. With a busty body like hers, she would have no shortage of men wrapped around her fingers. "I never found the perfect girl," I chuckle, hoping to ditch this topic.
"I kind of had a clue. Making your name as a young man is hard. I know everyone has their pace and priorities. But remember, you need to get some experience before you find your perfect girl."
She looks around and smacks her lips. "Let's go to my hotel room and come back at lunch."
Right now she's the perfect girl I really want to be with.
Her room has a large bed covered with smooth silk sheets and plush pillows. Soft love music is playing in the background. I blush. She shuts the door and sultrily says, "Are you ready...?"
She looks at me embarrassed and undoes her belt, revealing the top beneath her outer robe. I freeze.
Then she bursts out laughing, asking, "What happened? Come here."
She sits on the bed and pats it. I feel my heart thumping. "Didn't you have any girlfriends?" I pause and she scooches a little closer. Her breasts touch me, and a jolt of electricity goes through me. Didn't she notice it? Her robe dangles tantalizingly on the edge of her shoulder. I ramble in panic, "I had one... There was this... I had a crush..." She puts her hands on my arm. I look at her and she smiles, and somehow it calms me down.
"It was the day of the General Proficiency Exam. I got a call that this girl met with an accident. We were the only responsible adults in our tuition who didn't party and studied hard, and we prepared for the exam closely. She had no emergency contacts and even her parents lived outside. They called me as I was on speed dial. The bell rang and I had to go for the exam. I quickly messaged my parents and entered. However, I couldn't focus on the exam and left midway."
"I reached the hospital to see her, and fortunately, my parents were there. My mom was really unhappy about me leaving the exam and took it upon herself to sabotage my relationship with this girl." Stepmom's phone buzzes with a text, '2 done.' "Yet, we repeated the year and got close."
Stepmom catches me looking at her cleavage through her top. Her first button is always undone. I quickly avert my gaze. She says nothing. She has a rosy perfume on. The music in the room changes. I look at her face, and her eyes softly peer into mine.
"Then one day, she texted she would be leaving the town. She wanted to meet for one last time, and we decided to meet a day before her flight. Then my mom ruined everything."
"What happened?" she gets closer.
"On the day of the meet, my mom went into a fit. I threatened to leave home if her hysteria continued which calmed her down. She returned with a shopping list, telling me I can go if I get all the items on it. I took the list with suspicion but agreed. As soon as I stepped out of the home, I got a message. It looked like a bikini, and the caption was, 'I am alone at home...' Images of her in that skimpy bikini flooded my mind, and I sprinted to the nearby mart."
"I began gathering all items as soon as I reached. This was one big list. I dashed from one end of the store to another. Then I got another message. It was a close-up of her face. Her eyes had a sharp black outline, and she was pouting with her plump red lips. The text said, 'Eagerly waiting...' I immediately put a pack of condoms in my pocket and dashed with all the items to the exit counter."
"I entered my home, handed everything to mom, and went to my room to get dressed up. I heard a tiny click, and all color faded from my face. My mom locked me inside! She argued I got a different flavor of toilet cleaner. Simultaneously, I got another message. It was her petite round bottom that she clicked from below her skirt. She wore the same bikini, and the text said, 'Can't wait to see you...'"
My stepmom's face looks so mature, and beautiful.
"You know, she wanted the Jasmine-scented KF Toilet Cleaner, which had a big poster outside my home. For 2 continuous months, it reminded me how my mom made me miss out on my last chance to see her. She left with her parents the next day."
"Do you have any images of her? Any normal ones?" She asks. I chuckle and flick through my gallery and show her. "Lysa, with a y... interesting name. And she's beautiful." I look at a strand of hair that casually dangles on stepmom's face.
Another message comes. '1 done, 3 pending'. I ask her what it means. She says, "It's a personal project." I don't read too much into it and continue, "That's why I decided not to make any girlfriends till I move out of that wretched controlling home."
In a dark room across the world, multiple monitors and tangled cables operate amidst a faint hum of machines. The hackers' fingers dance on the keyboard with concentrated precision. Donning a hoodie, they blend into their caffeinated environment. All they need is the answer to the final question.
"So, do you have a crush on someone?" she asks. She gets up and removes her robe, revealing her black skirt for the first time. Her sexy knee-highs pull tight around her calves. My eyes move from her heels to her toned legs and thick thighs. She continues, "I hope we can be intimate about our feelings with each other."
