I didn't like her from the very beginning, it was almost hate at first sight. The fact that I was old enough to be more mature about meeting the woman who would replace my mother after the divorce, made no difference. Yes she was nice, and yes she was pretty, I just didn't like her, plain and simple. At dinner that night, I sat starring across the restaurant, trying to avoid eye contact, and desperately wanting this entire night of introduction to be over.
"What's the matter?" my father asked. I glanced back and noticed that he and my soon to be step mother were holding hands on top of the table. I'm sure I blushed, then again I could have just rolled my eyes.
"Nothing." I replied. "Just a little tired." I was in my second year of college, 19 years old , and I had no time for nonsense. My boyfriend, whom I had actually considered to be down to earth at one time, was beginning to agitate me tremendously with his senseless fantasy crap. I had never had wanted to be with another woman nor would I ever. And as I gazed across the table at my father and this lady, whom not only did I know nothing about, but had no desire to, I watched them with their goo goo eyes, and thought to myself she has to be cheating on him. I was sure of it. I don't know how I knew, I just knew. And if it was the last thing I ever did, I would prove it.
Somehow I made it through that endless night. And my father and Chrissa began to see more of each other. He seemed happy, so I tried to get along with her as well as possible. Not long after, my father announced that he and Chrissa were engaged and would be moving in together. Yes, I was shocked, but being a loving daughter, I accepted this decision, never forgetting that I was set out to find a flaw in this woman.
On the night of the engagement party, I dressed formal. Since many of my fathers coworkers would be there, he asked that I dress the part of a business man's daughter, so I did. A light blue sequined gown, white heels, and plenty of diamonds, covered my ivory toned body. I, unlike my college friends who visited the tanning bed on a regular basis, valued my soft white skin, and it was blemish free. My biggest downfall was my breast, which was in my eyes VERY large, 36 DD. But my waist was tiny, and for that I was thankful.
Chrissa was dressing in the other room, when I passed her door and stopped for a moment. What I saw, shouldn't have gotten to me, but it did. She was still in her white slip, her garter belt fastened securely to her lace topped white stockings at mid thigh. Her hair was still damp, and I could smell her perfume from the door, a beautiful soft sent, that filled my nostrils with an incredible aroma . I notice that she too, had ivory skin, and if there were any blemishes, I didn't notice them. She sat in front of her mirror and applied her make up, and I found myself in complete awe over this woman that I hated. She stood and turned towards the door, and I was sure she had seen me, but evidently she did not. Her body was perfect, long legs and soft curves, and I could see why my father was so taken with her. She sat down on the bed and brushed her hair, which was much longer than mine, almost to her hips. The next few moments passed before I had realized it, because I was so completely taken with her. She laid back on the bed, and began to rub her own breast. My eyes widened, but I could not move. Her hands slipped down her thigh, and she touched herself. Her hips began to rock gently, and she released the smallest, softest moans. She loved her body, it was plain to see, and I do not remember when I began to touch myself, but I did. I stood in her doorway, and stroked my own clit, while I watched her bring herself to climax. And soon, (I don't know how I remained quiet) I began to climax as well. By the time she had reached her orgasm, I was cumming, and we released at the exact same time. I heard the hallway door open, and stood staring into the face of my father, with my cum covered hand inside my dress. I quickly tried to gathered my composure. What followed, is something I could not explain at the time, but he kissed me on the cheek and smiled a smile I had never seen from him before. He went into their bedroom without another word.