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A dark desire!

Adira

Adira

Super-Earth
Joined
Jul 28, 2011
Location
Holland
It was the first day of summer vacation and Melissa had just returned home from college. Though she had wanted to stay a bit longer at her apartment, she had to come back home because he parents were hosts of the traditional neighborhood barbeque. And that actually meant she would be the one going around with drinks and making sure every guest got what they wanted while her mother would be busy gossiping with the other woman and her father probably would be boasting about his grill and his so called grilling skills. Since she was their only child, it was always her responsibility to make sure everything went perfectly behind the scenes. There was no point in arguing about it, she learned that from previous encounters. They always found a way to make her feel guilty enough to make sure she did a good job. If it wasn’t the fact that they were paying for her apartment, or the fact that there were rumors about her seeing girls instead of dating boys, they would find something other to use her for.

And that’s why she spend the entire afternoon dragging chairs around, helping with moving tables around, setting up torches for later that evening. After one chore was done, another presented it. As she made a pitcher of Margaritas, put the beers cold and wiped the floors inside, she finally had some time alone, to go and refresh herself a bit before she had to act as the perfect waitress. So she took off her clothes before dipping herself in the hot bath water, Melissa could feel her body relax after the hard work, hoping that the evening would go without any trouble.

Luckily it was a beautiful and hot day, so Melissa decided to tie her long black hair in a ponytail and only to wear a little mascara and lipstick to accentuate her hazelnut brown eyes. Deciding to wear a plaid skirt with a simple white top showing her slender body. She now was nineteen years old but her body still looked a few years younger since she only was 1m63 tall and only weigh 53 kg. Her breasts also weren’t too big but fitted her body perfectly. She might not be tall or have big boobs like some others of her age, but she knew how to use her body and how to dress to still make her look attractive. So after taking another look in the mirror, judging her looks were up to her standard, she went downstairs as the first neighbors were arriving. Greeting them, she asked about what they wanted to drink and soon enough she was running around handing people their drinks, filling empty wine glasses and so on. “Be right back…yeah I love my studies…it’s good to be home…what did you want to drink again?...thank you.” More than those few replies she couldn’t say because she was too busy swarming from group to group.

And more than once she had to make sure that the elder men kept their hands off her. It was clear they wanted to feel up her young body but she knew well enough how to move her hips and arms to avoid their touches.
“Melissa! New guests!” She heard her mother yell from somewhere. So with a bright smile on her face and little flushed cheeks from running around the entire time, she went to greet these new guests. They were a lady standing there. Since she had never seen her before, she knew she had to be one of the couple that moved in the house next to their parents somewhere this year. Shaking her hand, she introduced herself. “Welcome! I’m Melissa, the daughter of Jim and Marie. Make yourself at home, if you’re hungry you can always find food over at the grill, though I would make sure to check if it isn’t burned before taking any of it. And if you do eat something and feel thirsty, you can always ask me for a drink. Will your husband join us later euhm Mrs….”
 
Samantha always dreaded the barbeques. Born and raised on the country, she wasn't used to that kind of socializing, the furthest was inviting the neighbours over for dinner or being invited to their farm. But she has to fit in, so when the invitation had arrived, she had politely accepted. Her husband, John, and her, had just moved into the neighbourhood half a year earlier. They had to due to his job, being transferred to a bigger department of the large company, she never put herself into the details of his job. She never really put herself into any situation she couldn't handle, especially not when it came to meeting other people. She wasn't shy by nature, but being a mother did make it hard. She had been twenty when she finished college, and the same year she got engaged to John, she became pregnant with their son, Mark.

It had put their relationship to the test, but they had stuck it out together, and she figured it was time for her to be happy by now. She was 34 years old, married to a loving husband and a thirteen year old son. She had spent most of the afternoon picking out clothes, make up and everything for the event. Since it was the first of the summer, she had to make a good impression on the other people in the neighbourhood. She'd opted for a light tan button-up shirt and a black skirt, just slightly longer than her knees. Apart from that, her hair was long, falling in smooth waves down to the middle of her back and in a light brown color.

Though despite being a mother, she felt she kept herself rather well, her breasts were still somewhat perky, pushing out against the white bra beneath the shirt, decent in size too, almost a small D cup. She had added some plain shoes at the same, not wanting to put on heels or anything too fancy. And after all this, she quickly did her make up, using as little as possible as she knew John always favored the natural side of her. She put on a silver necklace with her engagement ring in, her wedding ring sat perfectly on her finger all the same. She had done it in remembrance of their son, and she was ready to leave. She didn't want to put ear rings on, since it was only a barbeque to her.

As she had knocked on the door, it didn't take long until she was welcomed inside, the call for their daughter went out and Samantha forced on a light smile, shaking hands with them before shaking hands with Melissa. "Thank you." She said, giving her some time to finish talking as she gave off a friendly nod. "Call me Samantha, please. And I'm afraid John got caught up with work so he won't make it home in time." She said, seeming a little disappointed when realising it had been the truth for the past week, she had been alone with their son at dinner time, at news time, and even when she went to bed. But she shrugged it off. "I think an appetizer would be nice to start off with." She smiled, looking around at their house, admiring almost all of it instantly.
 
Melissa couldn’t help but give Samantha a look over while shaking her hand. She had to admit that for someone who was over the thirty, Samantha was looking really good. Off course as being a college student, she had heard a lot of guys bragging about fucking a so called MILF. This she had always laughed away since she never believed the stories. In fact she had never seen someone she could even give that label. And she had been looking. The rumors about her seeing girls was true after all. She naturally denied it every time her parents brought it up, she didn’t want to go through an entire lecture about how they were disappointed in her and how now they wouldn’t get grandchildren. The baby version of that lecture she already had gotten once the rumors had hit her parents. But after reassuring them nothing of such kind was true and asking a friend to pretend to be her boyfriend for a short while, he owed her one because she did the same for him when his parents were bitching him that he might be gay, which he off course was.

She then shook her head lightly, that wasn’t what she should be thinking about, she was thinking that Melissa was someone she could give the label MILF. “Nice to meet you Melissa and too bad your husband couldn’t make it. But still I’m glad you could make it. So one appetizer coming your way. Follow me if you could please.” She said with a bright smile as she guided the other woman through the people, introducing her here and there to others until she reached the bar. There she took another look at Melissa. “Hmmmm. I think you would prefer this on.” She took a shaker and put in vodka, coconut rum, pineapple juice, orange juice and crushed ice. After shaking it for a bit, she poured it in a tall glass. “Here you go, an beach comber. I think it will suit you.” She handed over the glass and looked at Melissa curious what she would think of it. “So what brought you and your husband over to this lovely neighborhood?” She couldn’t help but sound sarcastic and role her eyes.
 
The small time that seemed to pass gave Samantha some time to look the place over again. She was quite stunned with how well it looked, the decorating and all. But when she heard Melissa speak, her attention was instantly back on the young girl. Giving a nod, she put on a light smile as she followed the girl through the people, shaking hands and letting her be introduced, she really did seem a bit too shy in this kind of company as she quickly withdrew to follow Melissa every single time. When they arrived at the bar, she found herself with her hands on the counter, just watching the younger girl, admiring how she was developing, and for some reason also being brought back to when she was younger. Something seemed very off about the memories as they somehow involved more with girls than boys.

As she got the drink, she shrugged out of her daydream. "Thank you." She said, accepting the glass and lifting it to her lips, taking a light drink from it. "This is really good." She was rather astonished by the drink, not expecting Melissa to be that good with mixing. Though as she heard the question, and especially the sarcastic part of it, she couldn't help but giggle a bit. "John was transferred to a larger department where he's in charge of a small group in the office. So we had to move." She said, taking another sip of the drink. She had eaten lunch that day so she would be able to hold herself when it came to alcohol, at least some. "And this was the best place we found." She added, giving a friendly smile. "And what about you and your parents?" Samantha had to ask, wanting to know a bit more about the family.
 
Melissa was happy with the compliment she got from Samantha about the cocktail she had made. “That’s the upside of having your own place and being at college. You also learn things outside school.” She said with a soft wink as she filled the glasses of a few people who came to the bar. Normally she should be walking around, but the attention that Samantha gave her was intoxicating and she would find it cruel to leave the woman all to herself as it was clear that the she didn’t really know anyone here. And she herself thought it was way more fun to talk with someone interesting then being the household slave of her parents. If this meant she had to listen to one of their lectures once again then so be it.

As she felt really rebellious at the moment, she even poured herself a drink while she listened to Samantha explain why they moved. But when the question came about her and her parents, she doubted if she would tell the truth or rather tell a little lie to keep up the good image her parents were trying to create. But she didn’t want to lie to Samantha as she was like a new fresh breeze in this place. So she leaned a bit forward. “Me and my parents are well, let’s say we have this agreement. They pay the rent for my apartment and I can do there what I want as long as I make sure that whatever I do doesn’t reach the ears down here. You’ll find out as you’ll settle in, appearances are really important to the people around here. Heck if they knew half of everything I’ve done, they probably wouldn’t be drinking the drinks I did.” She couldn’t help but have a wide smile and devilish twinkle in her eyes as she told Samantha what she really thought of the neighborhood.
 
Listening to Melissa as she had leant in closer, Samantha didn't notice the girl had poured herself a drink as she listened with an almost childish giggle at the end. "That definitely sounds interesting." She smirked lightly, catching the wide smile and twinkle in the young girls eyes. "I haven't really learned anything since I graduated from college. John got me pregnant just as we got engaged, so I have only learned how to be a mother and take care of a home." She shrugged, leaning back and taking another sip, thinking things through for herself. She hadn't really done anything for more than ten years, except the usual time when she had been with her husband. And for some reason, it started to annoy her, she had hoped, made plans, everything to make sure she would get to do something with her life.

She snapped off it a moment later, smiling at Melissa. "It's always good that you seem to be handling yourself so well, but do hold on to your dreams and don't let anyone get in their way." She said, having lowered her voice so no one would hear her. "It would be sad if you ended up like me too quickly." She gave a somewhat dismissive smile and a giggle afterwards, knowing how pathetic it might seem that she was telling a young girl to pursue her dreams before ending up married and pregnant with someone else.
 
Melissa couldn’t help but frown a little at Samantha’s remarks. “It’s never too late to learn things, do things you wanted to do. I mean you are still young yourself and if I may so, you still have your looks with you. There is no reason for you to say that you can’t still get what you dream off. Yes you may be a mother and wife now, but your also still a woman. Who says you have to stop dreaming?” She looked at Samantha and tilted her head a little. “I mean if I just did what people told me to do, then I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere. I mean what is the point in telling someone who they have to love, what they have to eat, what they have to study or how to live. No offence meant, but did it stop your husband that he became a father or married you from dreaming? Didn’t you say you moved because of his job. Was it what you both wanted or did you just follow?” She asked, refilling Samantha’s glass.

Then she realized she might overstepped her boundaries. “It’s not that I want to judge you or your husband, and off course it isn’t my place to ask these things but I’m just trying to say, if you want to do something, do it. Don’t hold yourself back saying I’m a mother, I’m a wife or I’m too old. That is just hiding behind excuses because you are afraid. If you want something, just grab it. It works perfectly for me.” She smiled, thinking back a moment of how she seduced several girls past years. Then she got signaled by her mother that she had to come. “Excuse me for a moment. I have to go do something. Try to enjoy yourself a bit and if hungry, perhaps try the food. And I'm sure well see each other later." She said with a smile before running off to her mother, swaying her hips seductively.
 
Listening to Melissa, Samantha realised that she might've made mistakes so early in her life. She hadn't pursued her dreams because she had been convinced she could do without as long as she felt happy. Even if it was only a shallow feeling at the moment. She knew she should've pursued her dreams, even if it was almost a long time ago she had graduated. She hadn't used her education for anything but learn how to be a mother. "No it's okay, You're right." She admitted, nodding as she realised that maybe the young girl was right? Maybe she was living a hollow life on her husbands dreams? She had to shake it off, but the sight of her re-filled glass made her almost wish to drink it and the next couple that'd come along, not caring about the consequences.

But being brought back to the world, she saw Melissa getting up and leaving, listening to her advice. "Sure, I'll probably sit here again." Samantha said as she looked after the girl, unable to take her eyes off the rear swaying so seductively in front of her. She didn't know why but for some reason she felt that she might need something other than John to please her for once, something other than a man. She knew it was sinful and wrong, but for some reason, she felt turned on by the young girl. Shaking her head, she returned her attention to her drink, taking a decent swig of it before getting up to go and try some of the food, though quickly returning with a small plate of some different stuff to enjoy.
 
After she had left Samantha and gone to her mother to check out what was wrong, Melissa found out that her mother just called her because some of the guests had started to wonder why their drinks weren’t refilled just yet. So after hearing the small lecture and her mother telling her to go back to work instead of hanging around, she told her mother that she was just spending time with Melissa because the woman was new to the neighborhood and didn’t know anyone here. And as she then told her mother that Samantha’s husband just got promoted and that he was very important and had a lot of influence in the company he was working for, though she was lying and didn’t even know if it was true or not, her mother soon changed her opinion and told her that if she and Samantha stayed at the bar so that she could still make the drinks, she didn’t have to keep going around. Once again she had been able in using her mother’s vainness to her advantage.

So with a bright smile on her face, she went straight back towards the bar and was pleased to see that the other woman was sitting there. “So how’s the food?” She asked popping up beside Samantha, sitting down next to her for a moment. “Well I got some good news. My mom has given me the go ahead and now I’m yours for the entire evening to make sure you have a good time. And of course to get you as drunk as possible by being responsible for the drinks.” She gave wide smile as she really was happy to once again be in the presence of the beautiful woman.
 
Samantha didn't seem to move much as she sat there, slowly eating her way through some of the salad, a bit of meat and some bread. She was rather simple when it came to food, enjoying what was quick to make and still very delicious. She took a sip of her drink, for some reason thinking of Melissa when she tasted it, the girl returning to her mind over and over. Her words had struck her in her heart, making her doubt that she'd made the right choices, but also given her the curiosity for something new, to try and show herself that she wasn't stuck with John only. She noticed then that Melissa had returned, and gave her a smile back. "It's wonderful." She grinned lightly, eating a bit more of her food.

She heard the last words and blushed faintly, looking to Melissa. "Well if you get me drunk, you'll have to accept that I get very cuddly and I tend to hug people a lot." She admitted, blushing a bit deeper. "But it sounds good that you're going to make sure I enjoy myself tonight, since my husband isn't here to take care of it." She laughed softly, seeming to have accepted that her husband was busy, and it might give her some time on her own, their son was after all away for the summer at her parent's house.
 
With the same wide smile she refilled Samantha’s drink again. “So you cuddle and hug when your drunk. I think I can handle that since I got no problem getting cuddled and hugged by a beautiful looking woman. And you are beautiful so I have no problems.” While she said that, she gently stroked Samantha’s hand with her index finger for a short moment. Then she pulled her hand back and made herself something to drink, though she kept her look at Samantha the whole time.

“Well I’ll try my best to make sure you’re satisfied after this evening. Maybe it’s my luck that your husband isn’t here. Now I can enjoy myself too, I mean how often does one be able to spend an entire evening having the full attention of a gorgeous woman. So don’t worry about anything and enjoy yourself. I’ll be sure to take good care of you.” She took a quick sip and then slowly licked her lips, all this time she kept her eyes looking straight at Samantha. Perhaps she was overstepping her boundaries a bit, but she couldn’t help it. Samantha was a very attractive woman and it was clear that the elder woman was in conflict about what she wanted. So maybe she would have to show some alternatives. Thus she would take her time this evening and slowly open up another world for Samantha.
 
Blushing, Samantha listened to Melissa calling her beautiful. It had been a while since she had heard that one comment about her. She also felt the touch of the younger girls finger on her hand, the stroking making her relax and calm, at least more than she already was. For some reason it felt..... right? She couldn't decide as she watched the young girl get up to mix herself something to drink this time, taking another sip of her drink. She could feel the alcohol lightly in her body.

Seeing her coming back, she giggled at the words. "Thank you very much, though, for the compliments." She said, looking back at Melissa. For some reason she felt the young girl was more interesting than the entire barbeque, and wanted to get away. She leaned a bit forward in her seat, getting more comfortable as she bit her lower lip. "I'm glad I can still get the compliments I used to, not many seem willing to make others smile these days." She admitted, blushing almost deeply by now, though it was obvious that she had a lot of interest in Melissa.
 
Letting out a soft chuckle she sat herself down beside Samantha. “If compliments you want I can keep giving them to you the whole night. I mean just look at you. You wouldn’t even say that you got a kid. Heck if I get your age, I would be proud to look like that.” Then she looked down at her own body, noticing the huge difference in chest size. Though she wasn’t really flat and had little breasts, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when she compared her to those big ones Samantha had.

And then an idea struck her. “Please don’t take this in a bad way, but I think your clothes would change a whole deal. I bet that if you dress a little different, have some more trendy clothes, maybe show off your curves a little more then you are doing now, every man in town probably would be looking at you. Heck I even dare to bet that all of the woman would look at you too, and more than half would be jealous off you. So why don’t we go shopping together sometime, I’ll be glad to advise you on some new clothes.” She proposed the idea and hoped that Samantha would like it. “Heck if you want, I can show you some of my clothes and the general idea I have for you. It’s just up the stairs in my room if you like?”
 
Giggling at her words, Samantha watched Melissa sitting next to her, feeling the young girls gaze on her body. Something had been turned on inside her as she felt her body heat up some, the attention she was getting reminded her of her time in college, before John and all. It was almost amazing to think back to the rebellous days she had enjoyed.

Though the new subject of clothes was brought up, Samantha realised that it had been ages since she had changed anything in her wardrobe. "I think we could sometime. When you have some time probably, since I am not working, I have almost every day." She admitted, smiling as she took a slightly longer sip of her drink, the alcohol already working some inside her body. "I actually liked being a tease back in college, getting most of the attention." She blushed again, shaking her head. "But that was a long time ago, do you think I could really look like that once more?" She asked, keeping her voice down so they wouldn't attract the company of the other guests too easily.
 
When Samantha suggested that she should do it sometime, Melissa could feel her heart make a little jump of joy. Grabbing the opportunity with both hands, she thought for a few moments. “Well since it’s the summer holiday I don’t have anything special to do, so why don’t we go shopping the day after tomorrow? Tomorrow I have to spend most of my day here cleaning. But like I said the day after tomorrow I got nothing planned so why don’t we meet up in the city then?” She suggested, hoping Samantha would agree to it.

“And I promise you I’ll make you look like that again, make it so everyone turns their heads when you pass by. Heck I’ll even make a bet with you for it. If the clothes I put you in don’t make men turn their heads I’ll pay for them. But if I’m right, the rest of that day you’ll do everything I tell you to do, is that a deal?” She asked while at the same time she put her hand on Samantha’s leg.
 
Listening to the suggestion, Samantha smiled, nodding as she seemed to lose herself in thought. The day after tomorrow wouldn't be good, she had an appointment in the afternoon. But she didn't like to delay it too much either as she bit her lower lip. "Why not tomorrow? I'll come buy the day after and we'll do the cleaning together before noon." She suggested, hoping it would sound much better. Even if she knew the drinks would leave her with a soft hangover and headache, she didn't mind going out wit hthe other girl.

Listening to the extra stuff, Samantha felt her cheeks flush deeply as Melissa's hand was on her leg, her own placing itself softly on top, fingers grazing ever so slowly over the skin as she nodded. "Why don't we make it 24 hours?" Samantha had lowered her voice to a whisper, not wanting anyone to overhear them as she leaned in closer to Melissa. "If you win, I do everything you want and tell me to for a full day." She said, putting the stakes a bit up as she felt the alcohol letting her inner college girl shine a bit through.
 
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