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."