"Laurel, will you please keep up! Every time you pull back, it throws me off my step." I groused at my stepdaughter. We were holding opposite ends of a small beer cooler trying to walk across the soft beach sand. It wasn't very heavy, but filled with ice and a six pack of beer and a few bottles of water it weighed more than either wanted to carry. We each had bag containing our personal items like sunscreen and towels.
"Gee, Ellen, what do you expect from an airhead slut?" Laurel answered back, hotly.
"That is not what I said and you fucking know it!" I retorted just as angrily, about to explode.
We trudged on and crossed a small sand dune. We'd found this semi-private spot a couple days before and the whole family had enjoyed hours of sunbathing and playing in the surf together. Those hours had been a short oasis of respite in the desert of our recent relationship.
Laurel was my eighteen year old stepdaughter. We'd been pretty close the past nine years of our relationship. I bonded with the little girl even before I'd married her father two years after his divorce from a cheating wife.
The Slut, as Dave referred to her had run off and left him with an eight year old to raise. She wanted to be free of responsibilities and her lover was going to give her the lifestyle Dave could not.
I'd worked for Dave and liked the man. I'd offered to help him with his daughter and eventually we fell in love and got married. Twelve years years older than the girl, I'd assumed the mother role, helping her navigate puberty and adolescence. We were close or so I had assumed. But it seemed lately we butted heads all too often about petty issues.
Like any kid, she'd gone through a metamorphosis as she went from childhood to adulthood. It was turbulent but we'd survived.
Our latest conflict was over something so stupid as to be ridiculous. Pubic hair.
With her mother absent, I'd been the sole female presence to walk her through life as she grew up into the fine young woman she was today.
When she asked why I shaved my labia, I told her it made me feel 'cleaner'. She understood about periods and the slight discharges a woman has between. While she knew the academics of sex, I was not ready to tell her that her Daddy preferred to not get hair in his mouth when he licked my pussy.
This was a family getaway at a beautiful resort on the coast sponsored by Dave's company. It just happened to coincide with Spring break so everybody could bring their kids along. Our younger kids, a five year old girl and six year old twin boys were with the kids group today spending time with children their own age. Dave was playing golf.
I'd planned to spend a little girls time with Laurel before she graduated high school and left for college. I'd bought us each little swim suits that would be great for sunbathing and just looking 'hot' but would certainly not be suitable for active water play. We'd joked about going off the diving board at the pool and finding ourselves leaving our suits behind. Our goodies were covered, but the rest of the suit was simple string ties.
Dave had rolled his eyes when I'd modeled mine for him before leaving home. He wasn't particularly happy with his daughter looking so hot but accepted my assurances it would be fine. We certainly did look hot when Laurel and I left our room wearing only thin, barely there, coverups over our tiny bikinis. Today, being a 'girls day' was our first time wearing them out.
Being of that age where appearances is everything Laurel insisted on putting on makeup even for the beach. She'd bought smudge and waterproof makeup just for the trip.
I'd been ready and packed waiting for her and decided to go see why the delay. I found Laurel emerging from her bathroom still stark naked. I was about to tell her to get a move on and get dressed when I noticed her pubes. She had trimmed them to a tiny landing strip of brown hair above hairless labia.
I opened my mouth before I put my brain in gear. "What the fuck did you do to your bush?!!" I almost shouted.
"I trimmed it and I always shave underneath like you do," she said, shrugging.
"That is not just a trim job!" I said. "That is an advertisement! You might as well draw an arrow to your pussy. That is called a landing strip for a reason!"
Her look of shock and embarrassment should have told me to back off but of course I was on a roll. "You look like you are getting ready for a job as a stripper or get laid, not for a little sunbathing! You know what kind of women wear their pubes like that."
"Are you calling me a SLUT?!" she shouted back. "You are, aren't you! Just like my Mom. That's what you are saying."
Dave's name for his cheating ex when he referred to her at all had been 'the slut'. He rarely said it in front of Laurel though and only by accident. She had not had any contact with her estranged mother, but was sensitive about the events behind her mother leaving.
Slut was NOT a word she took lightly.
I finally got her calmed down enough to go to the beach but she was far from being over her anger. As we walked past the pool area and onto the beach itself, she seemed to add a little extra sway to her hips.
"What's with the walk?" I whispered, trying to keep from being overheard.
"Oh, just being a slut." she snapped. "Nobody can see my slutty pussy hair so I thought I'd just let them all know what I was. I don't have big cow titties like you to shake."
I sucked in my breath and barely kept from slapping her right there. My breasts were almost two full cup sizes larger than hers but were still firm despite nursing three babies.
We barely spoke another word until we were almost to the spot where we planned to spend the rest of the morning soaking up the rays and sipping a few beers. Now she was eighteen I thought that was something we would share.
We spread our beach towels and arranged the cooler and our bags. I pulled out some bronzer and offered to apply some to her back.
"Nope that spray tan we got was good enough for me. I just wanted to eliminate tan lines when I wore my other suits." Laurel said. But she did accept a beer when I offered.
