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Wicked Web - Stepmom's A Bitch

Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: Taboo, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 44, Source: LushStories

“It’s okay.” I quickly cut her off. “That just how she is. And we sometimes don’t get on that well…” “I know.” “You know?” My eyebrow went up. “Clare told me a bit about you.” “Did she?” The venom that dribbled into my voice was stronger than I had anticipated and made me want to retract my outburst, but she just sighed. “Only that you and your stepmom often argue. But she also told me that you can be nice and funny.” I couldn’t help myself. “Oh, and what else did she tell you?” Rebecca’s voice grew a little quieter. “That you’re intelligent. And pretty.” There was something a little unsettling in the sound of those words and my new roommate’s actions, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Feeling silly standing in the middle of the room while she sat on the bed, I plopped down on the other half and stretched out. “Really?” “Really.” She was worried and bit her lower lip, which made her actually appear rather endearing. There was a minute of silence, but I could see that her worry even increased with each second ticking by. Finally, the air seemed ripe for cutting and I caved in. “Hey, Rebecca…” “Becky. It’s just your stepmom who insists on calling me by my full name, though I’ve no idea why.” “Okay, Becky.” There had been a little annoyance in her voice, which sparkled a feeling of companionship in me. Didn’t I know first-hand how aggravating Clare could be about names - or familial titles. “This is all just about me and her, and you shouldn’t have to worry about that. So ... let’s start fresh. Hi, I’m Miranda.” I held out my hand to her, and her smile lit up the room. “Hi, I’m Becky. Thank you so much for letting me crash with you. I really had no idea where to spend the week until your stepmom invited me. You’re a lifesaver!” Before I could say something, she had plopped over and caught me in a bone-crushing hug, lying halfway on top of me. “Really, thank you!” At first, I felt startled and a little uncomfortable, but when she didn’t let go, I put my own arms around her and squeezed back. “You’re welcome, Becky!” The next thing that happened took me completely by surprise. Suddenly, her lips pressed onto mine, just for a second, mind you, and then she jumped up, exclaiming, “I’ll go and carry up my things. Thank you, Miranda!” While her feet pattered down the stairs, I lay there dizzily and brushed a finger over the spot on my lips, wondering where that tingling feeling had come from. * * * * In the evening, after I had shown Becky around the house, garden and surrounding neighborhood, we were rather famished. Clare, in a generous mood, had ordered Chinese, and we were lazing on the couches in the living room and trying not to make a mess with the chopsticks. The atmosphere was more relaxed than it had ever been when Clare and I were in the same room, and I started to consider Becky’s arrival a good thing. We even watched a movie, all three of us perched next to each other on one couch, with Clare on the left, me on the right and Becky in between ...