Adrian was perplexed, and a little angry. Her mother never asked her about her activities! Why would she ask Jenni?
"Pretty good, I guess. I like oil painting the best, I think."
Lisa engaged Adrian in small talk for some time; at first Adrian only allowed it because she had to keep the deception going as long as possible while she looked for an escape. When Jenni and Sylvia didn't immediately return, she was sure the gig was about to be up in the most awkward way possible. After a bit, however, she found she enjoyed talking to her mother, that she craved the normalcy of conversation and light affection from this normally cold and distant woman. She found herself smiling at Lisa's light touches on her hand and arm, and giggling at her jokes. She wondered why she hadn't thought of this an hour ago; the only person she could safely talk to her was the one person who couldn't hear her voice.
Lisa pulled Adrian from her wandering thoughts with a flurry of hand motions; 'How's your sign language coming?' she asked in ASL.
Adrian smiled, and signed back: 'Very well, thank you. I'm enjoying learning it!'
Lisa's mouth pursed into an O of pleased surprise. 'You have very nimble fingers!' She followed it with another wink, this one more open. 'Would you like to dance?'
Was her mother trying to hit on Jenniane? Adrian followed the conversation back in her mind, and realized that she'd missed several oblique flirtations. Rage built in the pit of her stomach; everyone had heard the rumors about Adrian's mom checking out the girls from school, and there were more scandalous rumors attached to those, but Adrian had dismissed them entirely. Lisa couldn't bother to be interested in her own daughter, much less anyone else! To find that there was truth in the gossip, that Adrian had been neglected in favor of... who? Every other girl in her class? It was indescribably insulting.
At the same time, another thought pushed its way into her mind. If this was the way to get approval and affection from her mother... well, God knew she'd made lots of unhealthy choices and taken lots of risks for just that kind of attention from mother-figures. What was one more? This ruse would be over any minute, as soon as Sylvia came back... maybe she should play along, enjoy every gentle touch and kind word that she possibly could from this unique interaction.
Something on her face, or in the length of her hesitation, however, caused Lisa to become concerned. "I'm sorry," she said, "I've offended you. I overstepped myself." She turned to leave, but Adrian stopped her with a touch on her arm.
'Not at all,' she signed. 'I'd love to dance with you.' Her smile was tender, and Lisa returned it with one of her own. The high school senior and her mother stepped, arm in arm, onto the dance floor.
The smooth bassline of the Red Hot Chili Peppers "Dark Necessities" rolled out of the speakers. Lisa and Adrian moved to the beat, at first separate dancers who just happened to be in the same place, then, slowly, the distance between them began to shrink. Lisa's hand brushed Adrian's hip once, twice, then came to rest in the hollow of the younger woman's waist. Adrian followed suit, and soon both women were swaying together, their bodies just inches apart, their eyes locked on each other.
Adrian felt light-headed, the surrealism of the situation crossing wires with a growing desire to be touched by this woman, whom Adrian had known all her life but was just now meeting for the first time. She gave herself over to this strange game she was playing, forgetting who Lisa was to her while at the same time revelling in the power than came with the knowledge she had of their true relationship.
Adrian reached up and undid the scarf at her neck, allowing it to fall open and frame, rather than conceal, the smooth skin of her cleavage. "Now that Mom's not here, I guess I don't need this," she said quietly, letting her lips fully pronounce each word.
"I agree, you don't." Lisa's eyes bluntly trailed over the young woman's flesh, her gaze as solid as a fingertip caress, and Adrian shivered. A part of her wondered what she was doing, what she was getting herself into, how wrong and twisted it all was, but another, growing part of her wanted more. Wanted Lisa to respond, to escalate.
Lisa, as if reading the girl's mind, finished off the last vestige of distance between them. Their bodies pressed together, and Adrian felt heat blossoming inside of her at the feel of her mother's softness.
Adrian knew they couldn't stay like this for long without attracting too much attention from the other dancers, or, god forbid, a chaperone. Still, she pressed tighter against the taller woman, her mind whirling and her skin covered in goosebumps, unwilling to trade this sensation for the safety of both their reputations.
Lisa, more aware of the clock ticking on their moment, gently pulled away, letting her hands linger on Adrian's hips. Adrian's lips pursed into a disappointed pout.
Lisa's hands moved hesitantly, signing out: 'I have the key to the teacher's lounge. Would you like to talk there for a bit?"
Adrian hesitated for a moment; fear rose in her gut to fight against her desire. How far would she really go? What was wrong with her?
Then she took Lisa's hand in her own, and nodded.
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Jenniane trudged into the admin office, tugging the dryad dress down on her thighs. Her heart was racing, but she tried to keep her hopes up; if she just stayed quiet, maybe her mother wouldn't discover her ruse. Maybe all hell wouldn't break loose. Maybe she wouldn't end up grounded until she left for college. Maybe her car keys wouldn't be confiscated. Maybe she wouldn't be locked into the cellar and fed only bread and water for the next year.
Ok, maybe she was a little panicked. But it would be fine, she told herself. It would be fine.
The office was dim; only one out of every four of the fluorescent lights was on, which gave the place a sort of creepy, abandoned feeling. The bright red exit sign glowed stoically above the back door to the teacher's parking lot, silently tempting Jenniane to make a run for it and not look back. This was awful. Adrian had been right. She should never have tried this.
Jenni leaned her elbows on the long counter at the front of the room, just inside the wall of glass looking out to the darkened hallway. She planted her feet about shoulder-width apart, and dropped her head onto her arms. Her mother frequently measured her skirts, so she was well acquainted with the appropriate position. Maybe if she assumed it before the older woman came in, it would be one less opportunity for conversation. She huffed, trying not to cry as her incriminatingly-black hair fell into her face.
She heard the door open and close behind her, and she tensed. She expected to feel the cold metal edge of a ruler against her skin, and hear the disapproving cluck of her mother passing judgment on the scantness of 'Adrian's' wardrobe choice.
"Well aren't you the cheeky one?"
Sylvia's voice was low, sultry, and held a smile on the corners. Jenniane felt warm fingertips touch her inner thigh just above her knee and slide softly upwards, leaving a line of fire behind them. She gasped, and turned around to look at her mother.
"Wha-"
Sylvia interrupted her with a kiss; forceful yet soft lips pressed tightly against her own, the tip of the older woman's tongue stealing into her open mouth and sliding atop the surprised teen's. Sylvia pulled away after a fraction of a second, and before Jenniane's mind could catch up, her mother transferred the oral affections to the nape of Jennian's neck.
"I'm sorry Adrian," she whispered between nibbles, "I know it's risky, I know we said we wouldn't tonight, but you look so hot in that costume and I couldn't keep my hands off you!"
What? Jenniane's head was spinning. Her mother's fingers slipped further up her thigh, under her dress, teasing the cleft where her leg met her torso, and those large, soft lips continued to attack her neck, sucking and nibbling. What the hell was going on?
"I can't wait to get home, I need you now. Just a taste, baby," Sylvia purred. She lifted her head and kissed Jenniane again, slipping her tongue across the teen's lips. Her free hand rested on Jenni's hip and those long, gentle fingers played with the fabric of her panties.
Jenni's mind was spinning. Her mother was sleeping with her best friend?? For how long?? How could they have kept this secret from her?? Since when was Adrian a lesbian?? Since when was her MOTHER a lesbian?? And how the fuck was she going to get out of this?? Jenni couldn't tell her mother that she was making a horrible mistake without revealing herself, and it didn't occur to the young woman that her mother couldn't possibly get her in trouble after engaging in this behavior. Her mind was stuck on 'do not be discovered at any cost!' and was slow to shift gears.
She did the only thing she could think of; she opened her mouth and let her mother's tongue meet her own.
Jenniane was no stranger to kissing, though she hadn't ever tried it with another girl before; she closed her eyes, trying to envision KJ on the other end of those lips as she returned Sylvia's enthusiastic kiss. But KJ's lips were hard, his tongue insistent, his technique... lacking. Sylvia was entirely different. Her lips were big and soft and stimulated Jenni's in ways that KJ couldn't dream of; her tongue was a spanish dancer in the girl's mouth, weaving and bobbing in a seductive, passionate rhythm that inspired her own to follow its lead.
