When Jennifer sauntered into the spacious living room, the floor to ceiling French doors opening onto the tiled balcony which offered an incredible view of the City that Never Sleeps, Xavier had a quizzical look on his face. She handed him the Waterford crystal wine goblet filled with one of his favorites and remarked that the lights of the city sparkled just like the glass. Jennifer asked her step father about his trip to Madrid, Spain and made general small talk. Abruptly, Brandon put down the cheese knife, took a sip of wine and smiled. The jig was up.
“Okay, Jenny, what’s going on? I may not be the smartest man on Earth, but I know you well enough to see that you’re up to something. Spill it, woman.”
Jennifer did her best to look innocent. She flashed her baby blues, opening them wide in a ‘who me?’ expression, tossed her long, blond hair over her shoulders, and tried to avoid the penetrating, probing brown eyes that appraised her. It was no good. She had to come clean. Jennifer launched into her sales pitch, which took longer than in rehearsal because of the “ums” and “ers”, but she did not falter. Her father sat and sipped at his drink for a minute before answering, but she knew it was a “yes” by the sly grin working its way onto his sexy lips.
“I guess the place needs a facelift. It’s been years since I did anything new with it. Hell, I’m hardly ever here. So yes, let’s do it. I figure you have someone in mind to refurbish our décor? You’re smile tells me you already have a certain individual in mind. Raquel? I thought so. That’s a definite bonus. Maybe I’ll ask her to move in while she does the j-o-b. That way, I can see her more and she won’t have to travel halfway across the city every day. And when I’m away on business, she’ll be here to keep you company. I know you two have been getting closer recently, and that’s good too.
“How long have you been cooking this scheme of yours’ up? I thought you’d be busy getting everything ready for Juilliard. The semester starts in a few weeks, doesn’t it? You’re a busy little bee. Now, I’m going to bed. The jet lag is killing me and the wine and brie are making me sleepy. I’ll call Raquel tomorrow and see what her schedule is like so we can know when she’ll start.”
“I already did, Daddy! Raquel will start a week from this Monday.”
“Of course you did,” he said with a tired smile and then bade Jennifer goodnight.
Everything was going according to Jennifer’s plan, but even the best laid plans run into unforeseen snags. Raquel moved into the penthouse during the middle of the next week and Jennifer did not think she could be happier with school starting soon as well. What she didn’t count on was that she could hear her step dad and Raquel as they moaned and groaned, cried out and screamed, and encouraged each other as they fucked, sucked, and did whatever else they did. It wasn’t that the situation was awkward for Jennifer. Her dad was a single, red blooded man with wants and needs that his lover was obviously more than willing to satisfy, and Raquel was smoking hot. The carnality made her aroused and extremely jealous! She imagined Brandon doing all those things to her as he took Raquel over and over.
She still got all hot and bothered when she thought about the time she came home and covertly watched them through the cracked bedroom door before she feared she might be seen or explode with her own orgasm. Raquel was lying across Daddy’s lap as he spanked her bare ass. At one point, he told her she had to be punished and shoved his middle finger up Raquel’s bum and finger banged it. Then he made her get on her knees and suck his huge cock. Jennifer had never seen anything that large and wished that it was her lips wrapped around the massive member. She backed slowly away from the scene and went to her room where she got her vibrator out and pleasured herself for an hour straight. She wanted her step father’s hands all over her, wanted his cock filling her, and wanted his tongue to lick and delve into all those secret places. Even with the hum of the sex toy, Jennifer could hear Raquel screaming for Brandon to fuck her, fuck her hard, fuck her deep, cum on her tits, and as she came for the umpteenth time soaking her sheets, she felt a surge of hatred and jealousy. Another plan began to form in the 19 year old woman’s mind as she lay in her own sweat and cum exhausted and somehow unfulfilled.
Two Months Ago…
Brandon Harriston was enjoying a rare chance to spend more time at home in New York than he had for the last two years. Most of his trips were either in the city, Washington, D.C., or out west. His private Lear jet could whisk him home from anywhere in the Continental United States within a few hours. He was able to spend a lot of time with Raquel Morehead which he enjoyed immensely. The woman fucked like it was crime and she was on Death Row! Strangely though, he kept having disturbing thoughts about Jennifer. He flashed back to a time when Marian was still alive, her last day of life, and remembered thinking about what a nice rear his step daughter had. Between dancing and genetics, her ass was pure gold now, and he wanted to thrust his dick, balls deep, into that vertical smile. He craved it, but he knew it would be taboo to try to act on such an impulse. It was wrong to think about it. Even if it was not, he was sure that Jennifer did not see him that way. He tried to push the desires from his mind.
Jennifer was trying to play it cool. She wanted her stepfather so bad, but it was against all convention. Working hard with Patrick, her new dance instructor and bestie, helped to a degree, but her mind would still wander at times as she fantasized about pleasuring Brandon. She had been with a few men, always older, on and off since she was 17, the legal age of consent in New York. She mused that she had daddy issues, but that did not bother her. Older men knew how and what to do without all the fumbling around. Jennifer had even asked Professor Harmon at Columbia University fuck her up the ass so if she ever got the chance to act on her fantasy that she could try to accommodate her daddy who as she’d seen, was hung like a horse. To her surprise, she loved it and that only made her yearning all the more acute.
The young dancer was away from the penthouse often as she prepared for the upcoming solo dance interpretation recital, but she had developed a plan. She was going to seduce Raquel. Jennifer reasoned that Daddy would not forget about his step daughter if she was successful. He banged Raquel on a regular basis and it felt like she was being excluded from their fun. She had thought that with Brandon traveling less that she would get more attention and she could somehow tempt him into a private lesson, but he seemed to preoccupied to give her much notice. It was so frustrating! Jennifer longed to confide her secret to Patrick; however, the dark nature of her perversion would not allow sharing with the teacher. She decided on Raquel, but she had never been with a woman although she’d thought about experimenting on many occasions. Not wanting to come across as naïve, she wondered if going to a lesbian bar and getting picked up would work. This, too, might have pitfalls. What if the lady was a psycho or super butch? Fortunately, the answer presented itself the second week of classes at Julliard.
Julliard is first and foremost, a music institution. The dance and drama departments are much smaller, but all three interact on a regular basis. More often than not, dancers use live musicians and drama needs background. Watch almost any television show and a person can hear music in the background to punctuate what is happening on the screen.
Patrick had handpicked a jazz-fusion quartet to provide the music for Jennifer’s dance routine. ‘Stars for his star,’ he explained. He was right. His dancer and quartet synced almost immediately and they would often hang out after a practice. The bassist, a tall, statuesque redhead, was eyeing Jennifer from the first time they met. She approached the petite blond dancer after the third joint session. The ginger could do things with the electric bass guitar or classical version that would make Geddy Lee of Rush wish he’d chosen a different instrument. They talked, became acquainted, and agreed to have pizza at Jennifer’s penthouse the following evening. Jessica, she went by Jess, was from Omaha, Nebraska. She said her childhood was a “bitch” because gays and lesbians were tormented by the ignorant populace. Basically, if a person wasn’t a WASP (White Anglo Saxon Prot
estant), then they were shunned or worse, beaten up. She was a prodigy, however, and that saved her from much of the abuse. Neither one mentioned sex, but the tension was there.
Jess arrived at the same time as the pizza delivery guy who eyed the six foot, two inch redhead lasciviously without trying to hide his amorous intentions. Jess simply looked at him and told him he was the wrong gender. The comments made his grin wider, and then he joked about being able to change her orientation. He did not receive a tip, which made his grin disappear. With the pie in hand and a bottle of red wine decanted, the two women tucked into their repast with gusto. Jennifer’s step father and Raquel were out for the evening at one of the many fund raisers he could not decline to attend, and would not be home until late. Between bites, Jess complimented Jennifer on the opulence and size of the penthouse and the small talk eventually died down. The women stared into each other’s eyes for 30 seconds that felt like eons to Jennifer, and then Jess reached out stroke her hair.
Jess said, “Don’t get me wrong, you are beautiful and I’m a sucker for blonds, but I’m not looking for a long term relationship right now. My music comes first and there’s too much drama to stay focused. Is that gonna’ work for you?”
“Yes,” Jennifer breathed with a sigh of relief. “I’m not gay. I guess I just want to experiment, and you’re pretty hot too, Jess.”
“Then it’s settled,” and Jess cupped Jennifer’s chin and kissed her, letting the wine she held in her mouth flow out to mix with their intertwining tongues. As they kissed, each began to undress the other, Jess unfastening the buttons of Jennifer’s blouse while she slid the front zipper of Jess’ sleeveless, suede dress down to the navel. Jess gently pushed her friend down onto the couch and lay atop so their breasts barely touched as she explored Jennifer with a free hand. Next, she anointed Jennifer’s erect, pink nipples with wine and slowly licked it off and sucked the perky tits. Jess’ deft hands unfastened the shorts worn by Jennifer and she raised her bottom so the redhead could slide them off. The tall woman stood and the dress slid to the floor before she resumed her dominant position where she began to stroke the insides of Jennifer’s thighs. It was driving the blond into frenzy, but Jess would not be rushed. Jess murmured that she liked the bare pussy and Jennifer reached between the other’s legs to cup the lightly haired pubis eliciting a moan. Jennifer pulled Jess down to administer her tongue to her brownish nipples while she sought and found the bassists clitoris.
“Are you sure that you’ve never been with a woman before?”
“Positive.”
“That’s it. Rub me right there,” crooned Jess. “Oh God, it’s been too long since I’ve been with someone.”
The mutual petting brought both women to orgasm and they lay together for a few minutes before Jess dipped her head between Jennifer’s legs and circled her clit. “Time to taste your tart, Blondie.”
Jess drank her lover in as she licked and sucked Jennifer’s dripping gash. Jenifer writhed in ecstasy until she came in a shuddering orgasm and clamped her thighs around Jess’ head not wanting to let go of the amazing sensations that radiated throughout her body. She told Jess, after she finally relaxed her thighs, that she couldn’t move. Jess told her she had a solution for that and straddled Jennifer’s head while lowering her own sex to just within reach of the outstretched tongue.
“You’re teasing me, Jess.”
“I’m teasing myself. This is Lesbo 101, honey. How do I taste?”
Jennifer opened her eyes and saw the thin band of red hair, some called it a landing strip, just above the otherwise naked pussy that stayed just out of easy reach. She tried to grab Jess’ buttocks to pull her snatch down but was rewarded with her arms being pinned by the long legs and an, “Uh, uh, uh, bad girl.”
Jess made Jenifer wait a full five minutes before she could not take it any more and lowered her wetness onto Jennifer’s waiting mouth. The submissive blond opened her mouth and plunged her tongue as far as it would go into Jess as cum ran over her cheeks. Jess ground her hips so that the labia opened and rubbed her sex along the pinned chin while Jennifer snaked her tongue out and over the swollen clitoris in a repetitive circle that caused Jess to start to buck wildly. Suddenly, Jess was cumming and her slickness drenched Jennifer even further. Satiated, she fell back. The two women lay on their backs, half on top of each other with their heads pointed at opposite ends of the couch. Presently, each started stroking the other’s sex and the heat of mutual gratification brought them to gasps of pleasure and a want to do more, but sadly, that is where the fun for the night ended.
Jennifer heard the tell tale snap of the door locks of the penthouse being disengaged and leapt up. Jess followed suit and they hastily dressed before Daddy and Raquel made their way into the living room. She hoped the smell of pizza would cover the acerbic scent of raw sex as she wiped her face clear of the Jess’ love juice. She had just fastened the last button of her satin blouse as Raquel rounded the wall that blocked the view from the entrance. Jess was smoothing her hair and patting her dress into place.
“Wow, is it that late already?” exclaimed Jennifer.
“It’s 2:00 AM,” replied Raquel as her father entered the room.
“Gee, we must have fallen asleep. Dad, Raquel, this is Jessica. She goes to Juilliard too, but is in the music program. She’s the bass player in the quartet that is doing the music for my recital next month. You should see her stuff. It’s fantastic!”
The use of words was not lost on Jess and she smiled wickedly at her new friend before shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries. Several minutes later, after declining the invitation to spend the night, she was out the door and waiting for a cab to take her back to her apartment. “That was a close one, eh lover?” Jess whispered when Jennifer saw her to the door. Brandon insisted on paying the taxi fare. He eyed his step daughter for awhile as they talked before turning in for the night, but could not fathom what had really been going on. It was definitely more than a pizza party.
Present Day…
The jealousy, or was it envy, that had been building for months had come to a head, and Jennifer was determined to go ahead with her plan. Daddy couldn’t shunt her to the side that easily. Raquel was making progress with her interior decorating plans and delighted in showing Jennifer everything she was doing. Wall colors and textures had been changed, art, whether it be paintings, photographs, or sculpture were added or subtracted, and furniture was moved in and out of the penthouse. Jennifer had started to “accidentally” brush up against or touch Raquel to gauge her chances at seduction and it was working. She had noticed Raquel’s nipples harden more than once when seemingly innocent contact was made, and Jennifer noted that Raquel was now initiating physicality more often when none was warranted. Daddy was scheduled to fly out of La Guardia on his Lear jet to go to Hong Kong during winter break and that is when Jennifer would make her move. He had told her he would be in town for her dance recital next week, and in fact said he would not miss it for the world.
Jennifer redoubled her efforts when Patrick reappeared 25 minutes after he left for their break and was happy with the results: so was Jennifer. Jealous bitch or not, she would get and have her way with the alluring brunette, Raquel. Patrick noted her change since the down time and told her to take the rest of the night off, thankfully without prying, when she showed him she was ready. She would practice with the quartet two more times before the real show which was fine with her. She and Jess had met one other time for a tryst at Jess’ apartment and Jennifer was confident that she could have Raquel eating out of her hand, or pussy, or whatever she wanted. Jess had introduced her to the finer points of a rim job and she found that she liked tonguing a bunghole as well as being licked in that sensitive area.
The night of the dance recital finally arrived with Jennifer’s solo being the last in the program of 11 performances. When the lights dimmed and Jess’ first bass notes thrummed out of the pit where the quartet stood in shadow, the young dancer knew she was r
ight where she was supposed to be. A blue spotlight sprang to life and fixed on the unfolding dancer, who rose languidly from the stage floor in a flesh colored unitard that made her look nude due to the various illuminants projecting from various angles and heights. Jennifer knew where her dad and Raquel sat in the front row and gazed at them as she moved from one sequence to another, caught in the raw sexuality of the number Patrick had designed and choreographed for her. Floating across the stage in perfect unison with the quartet, Jennifer saw the smiles and pride written in Daddy’s features, and possibly something else.
Brandon watched his step daughter become one with the music in her provocative routine and felt his cock grow heavy and then harden. It was a fact: he wanted Jennifer, yearned to penetrate her, and desired the feel of her supple yet well defined body. Raquel watched in fascination as her own juices began to flow. The dampness between her legs grew as she remembered a time in her junior year of college when she experimented with a female classmate for a semester. The senior had been petite like Jennifer although not nearly as graceful and svelte, but it had been very instructive and downright fun. Raquel reached over to hold Brandon’s hand and brushed his burgeoning tool. She realized with surprise that he was hard and immediately wanted to straddle him and take his full length as she slid up and down his turgid dick, but of course she could not…at least for the moment. The sensuality of the dance continued for four agonizing minutes and everyone in the theater with a heart beat was turned on whether they admitted it or not.
When Jennifer took her bow, or curtsey, the crowd rose as one in a standing ovation that echoed throughout the hall. Most of the men had to adjust themselves upon standing and self-consciously pulled their suit jackets closed. Her effect was that powerful! Shouts of ‘Bravo, bravo’, continued for another three minutes and the quartet joined her on stage to receive their own kudos. Brandon stepped forward to edge of the stage and presented Jennifer with a bouquet of 24 red roses. As she bent down to accept the flowers she saw the unmistakable outline of his manhood now softening as the flush of her dance receded in his mind, but she had turned him on! Her pride in her dual accomplishment, the dance itself and arousing her Daddy, made her beam down at him with gratitude and a modicum of wanton desire streaked through her loins.
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