My second year away from home was full of changes.

During high school, I had never had a serious boyfriend. I dated here and there and had a clumsy boy slip his hands down my panties on the night of my eighteenth birthday, but he came on himself as soon as he slid his jeans down his thighs and seemed to care less how horny he had gotten me, so I finished myself in the shower at home once he dropped me there.

My first year of college wasn't much different. Two or three shy boys tried to get in my pants, but I resisted. I am attractive, but not perfect. I stand about 5-foot-2-inches and carried 115 pounds on that frame. During my freshman year, I had shoulder-length auburn hair. My pale skin is like a planetarium of freckles. My left nipple is inverted and – as you might have guessed – I have a little bit of a belly. But, given my weight, I have slender, almost boyish hips.

Near the beginning of my second year away from home, my widower dad remarried and his new wife, Candace, who moved her 18-year-old son into our guest room.

I'm not sure if it was the change in my family dynamic or just growing into myself that inspired me to become involved in the punk scene in Olympia, Washington, where I was a student at Evergreen College. Involved isn't the right word. I became immersed. I cropped my hair to a buzz cut, pierced my belly button, and bought a bass guitar so I could form or join one of the local bands.

Candace and my dad had dated for a couple years, so it didn't come as a shock that they married. I liked her quite a bit, actually. She was very good to my dad and respectful of my independence.

I came back to Vancouver, Washington for Thanksgiving break on the Tuesday before the holiday. My dad was away on business until Wednesday night.

Candace had not seen my new look, yet. But, it seemed to me as though both she and her son, Justin, liked it. After a dinner of BLT's and cantaloupe, we all moved to the back patio and sipped on beers and started in on the usual small talk.

"How are the guys at Evergreen?" Candace asked.

Justin took the opportunity to slip back inside to make a phone call.

"Well," I began, swiveling towards my step-mom, "they're okay, but I haven't found anyone I'm interested in."

"I see," Candace smiled, "and, what about the girls there? Do most of you still swing both ways?"

I bit my lower lip and stroked the stubble behind my left temple. "I haven't tried that yet, but there are a few women who pique my curiosity."

"That's interesting," Candace offered. "Do you find me attractive?"

I took a quick visual inventory. Starting at Candace's painted toe-nails, up her toned tanned and long legs, to the cut-off Levis wrapping her ample hips, up to flat belly, her tiny tits, broad shoulders and wild, dish-water blond hair. She was nearly my polar opposite.

I nodded my approval.

Inside the house, Justin had finished his phone call and turned his attention to playing the stereo, which sound blared out the back door quite suddenly.

"Would you come here and kiss me, Amy?" Candace asked.

I hesitated, but rose from my chair and bent over the back of the Adirondack lounge to kiss her. My upper lip on her lower lip, my tits resting on her scalp.

Instinctively, it seemed, my hands went to Candace's shoulders and began to knead the muscle between her throat and arms as I moved my lips to her forehead as her hand flew to her cut-offs and ripped them open.

"This will be my gift to you," Candace whispered, plunging a hand inside her drawers. "I'm going to show you how good it is to be with another woman."

"Suck my tits!" Candace commanded, shoving her bikini top down her trunk.

Her nipples were chocolate brown and firm, so I fell to them as though they were the Hershey's kisses they resembled.

As I did, Candace pushed her undies down her thighs, over her knees and kicked out of them.

"Now, take your nipple and rub it against my clit."

Reluctantly, I let Candace's nipple loose from my mouth, straightened up and pivoted. As I pulled my t-shirt off, I glimpsed Justin enjoying the show from the tiny window above the kitchen sink. Before bowing to Candace's spread legs, I flipped him the bird. And, he blew me a kiss in reply.

Kneeling between Candace's legs, I used my right hand to urge my right breast and perky nipple up and down her slit and slid my left hand further south, with my middle finger circling her back door.

Everything became a blur. Candace bucked off the redwood slats and moaned. I slipped one and then two fingers inside her tight behind and my breast began to glisten from juices that did not so much squirt as ooze from within her.

Before I knew it, I was on my shoulders, with my back curved and hips in the air, Justin holding my ankles about 18-inches above my forehead and his tiny cock throbbing and waving above me as Candace straddled my hips and lowered her pussy to mine. Her right leg planted in front of my right leg and her left one behind mine. Rubbing the lower closure of her vagina against my clit as rapidly as she could manage.

Da-dip, Da-dip, Da-dip, Da-dip.

Until I grabbed Justin's cock with two fingers of each hand, like the horn of a saddle and thrashed about in the throes of the first orgasm I'd ever had.

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