Jealous Mother

Kayla Paige never expected that conversation. One afternoon her stepdaughter Kate Kennedy pulled her aside, nervous at first, then finally said it out loud: she liked girls. Kayla listened, smiling, proud that Kate trusted her enough to share it. Kate’s eyes lit up when she talked about Noemie, the girl at school she couldn’t stop thinking about. Kayla felt a warm rush of affection for her, but something else, too, as they hugged at the end. A tight little twist of jealousy she tried to ignore. It got harder every day. Kate was glowing, glued to her phone, staying out late. Whenever Kayla caught the two girls together, laughing and touching, the twist pulled tighter. She kept her smile in place until the afternoon she walked in and found them on the couch, mouths locked. Kayla’s voice cut through the room: she needed to speak with Kate alone. Kate followed her, worried she’d upset her. Kayla shook her head. “It’s not that,” she said, hands flexing at her sides. “I’m jealous. I want to touch you the way she does. I want it to be me.” Kate’s cheeks flushed, but the truth spilled fast. She’d wanted Kayla for months, too scared to say anything. Now the air felt thick with permission. Kayla leaned in first. Their mouths met slowly, then harder. Kayla trailed kisses down Kate’s neck, over the swell of those perky natural breasts. She circled each nipple with her tongue, then lower, tasting the heat between Kate’s thighs. Kate’s fingers twisted in Kayla’s blonde hair as Kayla licked and sucked, slow and greedy, every stroke deeper than the last.