8 comments/ 73543 views/ 37 favorites A Special Christmas Vacation By: SamanthaJJ When I married my husband Glen 6 years ago, I was a young doctor working to eat and pay off my student loans. I drove a 10 year old car, lived in an apartment with a slob of a roommate, and was absolutely miserable. We met just as I was starting my second year in the Emergency Room. He was the on-call surgeon, and we hit it off right away. It was a whirlwind romance, and he hooked me with a big house, help with paying off my student loans, and I had a surgeon for a boyfriend. 6 months after we got married, he had my loans paid off, and I thought I couldn't be happier. That's when he got the offer to work for another hospital at nearly double the pay. He was a sweetheart and told them that they needed to find a place in their E.R. for his wife. They gladly obliged, and that's where we are today. He had a 12 year old daughter when we got married, but we rarely got to see her. Her mom was not the most pleasant person to deal with, and with us moving to another state, it only got harder. We saw her every other major holiday, and for 5 weeks in the summer. And it seemed that every second she was with us, she couldn't wait to get away. Her and I never really got along that well, and I was too busy to notice or care. It was a few years in to our relationship when I started getting hints of his other interests. We have twin Mac Books, and I accidentally grabbed his from the kitchen table. What I found were numerous videos and pictures of gay sex. I would like to say I was surprised, but I really wasn't. We very rarely had sex, and when we did, it had all the fire of a bucket of water. I have always been a very up front person, and didn't like to let things stew, so I confronted him about it. At first, he got pissed because I was in his computer, but after threatening to leave him and take his beautiful house if he didn't stop being a complete fuckhead, he came around. We came to the agreement that our marriage was more of convenience than anything else, and that we would explore other avenues of sexual fulfillment. We both loved each other, but the sex clearly wasn't working. Hospitals are a meat market for those who are looking. Nurses and Doctors come and go, and married or not, always seem to be looking for fun. I had my fair share of both in the first little while, but also came to the realization that I was also gay. I already had to be discreet because of my marriage, I may as well be discreet when it came to my sexuality. As of late, work has really gotten in the way of my life. 6 months ago, as a favor to a friend, I began moonlighting in a "Doc in a box" that was having trouble keeping decent doctors and PA's. The pay was decent, but I was working 90 hours a week. I was hardly ever home, and when I was, it was really to sleep a few hours, change clothes and shower. I think I went an entire month without opening my fridge for anything other than a Diet Coke. My step daughter Samantha had been in my house 2 days before I even noticed she was there. Glen swears that he told me she was coming and bringing a couple of friends, and that I even told him to make sure there were enough towels downstairs for them all, but I don't remember a bit of that. And if I hadn't caught them at the breakfast bar that morning, I think it may have been a few more days before I had noticed they were there. Samantha is an 18 year old Freshman in College. She got in to Oregon State on a full ride volleyball scholarship, and to my surprise, was actually keeping above a 3.5 average. "Well, hello Samantha! I didn't even know you were here." I was waiting for her usual teenage attitude in response. Instead, she stood up and gave me a hug. "I was wondering when I was going to see you, how are you?" Her cheeriness and willingness to actually hug me, threw me for a loop. "I'm very good Sam, just working way too much. It's so good to see you." She hugged me again, and then turned to her friends. "This is my friend Lacie.......Lacie, this is my step-mom Jennifer." A tall skinny blond with hair in a bedhead rats nest stood up to shake my hand. "It's nice to meet you Jennifer. Sammie has told us a lot about you. So, you're an Emergency Room Doctor?" "Yeah, as well as a doctor at a walk in clinic..............and I work way too many hours..Anyhow, Lacie, it's very nice to meet one of Sam's friends" I shook her hand, and from that handshake, she had to be an athlete. "And, this is my other friend, Bailey." Bailey was a very pretty redhead with breasts that didn't look like they belonged on her body. She pushed her glasses up on her face, and stood up to shake my hand. "It's nice to meet you Bailey. It's nice to meet both of you." I really had to go, my shift started in a half an hour, but I didn't want to be rude. "Girls, you are welcome to eat whatever you find, and you can totally make yourselves at home. Sam, I don't know if your dad told you or not, but we got the theatre room done. There are a couple thousand movies on the hard drive, and if you can figure out how to use it, you can watch whatever you want. I can barely use it, so I won't be much help. Oh yeah, and Sam, I know your dad has your car all filled with gas and everything...................you probably already know that..........but if you want, you can take my Jeep. It's out in the other garage. I don't know that there is all that much gas in it, but come by the ER and I will give you a gas card." Samantha gave me another hug and thanked me, we said our goodbyes, and I left them to their breakfast. To understand this story a little more, you kind of need to know the layout of my house. There are 7 levels to my house, the bottom level being the gaming area. There is a half court basketball court, 2 bathrooms, a full bar, pool table, dart board, 90" TV, foosball, pinball machines and a variety of leather recliners and couches. On the next level, we have an indoor swim spa that has a 12 person hot tub on one end, a theatre room with god knows how many thousands of dollars in electronics, another bathroom, 2 bedrooms, a living room with a fireplace and a covered porch with it's own sound system. The main, ground floor level had the gourmet kitchen, the formal dining room, an informal dining room, a living room with a ground to ceiling fireplace and grand piano, a deck that overlooked the foothills, 2 bathrooms, and a guest room. The rest of the levels are all partial levels that have the rest of the 4 bathrooms and 4 bedrooms. My bedroom was on the top level, and the bathroom alone was bigger than my first apartment. The great part of all of this.................Glen has paid for nearly all of it. Because of the Holiday, my shift was only 10 hours, so I felt like I had won the lottery when I got home by 7. The walk in clinic was being staffed by the PA's for the next 5 days, and I had the next 3 days off from the hospital, so I had been making mental plans all day for what I was going to do. First thing was a super long, hot soak in my 84" tub. When we built the house, Glen had me meet the designer at a plumbing wholesaler to pick out all the fixtures and tubs. When I saw this tub, I just had to have it. It is 7' long, 4' wide, has about a kajillion jets, aromatherapy, led lights, and it was a combination air tub and whirlpool tub. In the last year, I have only used it maybe 5 times, and I was going to use it tonight. The stereo was on in the main floor living room, and it was turned up pretty loud. I was in a good mood, and although I wasn't all that fond of this shit music, I poured a huge glass of wine, and went upstairs. It wasn't until I actually got in to my bedroom that I heard the splashing and giggles coming from my ginormous bathroom. I had a feeling that the girls were in their bathing suits making a mess of my tub and having a grand old time, I didn't expect to see what I saw. I have a fireplace that goes through the master bedroom and in to the bathroom. That fireplace is directly in front of the tub. And as I looked through the glass, I saw three naked girls washing each other and giggling as they did it. My first reaction was to knock on the door and tell them to get out of my tub and that they probably shouldn't be doing what they were doing. I also thought of just throwing the door open to see their surprised faces and then tell them to leave................I sat in front of the fireplace thinking all these things while also never taking my eyes off of them. The doctor in me took over within a few minutes, and although pornos like to paint the picture of young girls frolicking in a tub to have it turn in to a carpet munching fiesta within a few minutes, I knew this was just three girls having fun in the biggest bathtub any of them had ever seen. I got up and knocked on the door. "Um, girls.................I know you are having a great time in there in that huge ass tub, but I have a bottle of wine out here and that tub is calling my name." I heard gasps as they realized they had been caught, and then some quiet whispers. "Ok Jen, well be out in just a second..............Dad isn't home is he?" "No, he won't be home until tomorrow morning, he is the on call surgeon tonight. Why?" "Because all we have are towels, we didn't want to walk all the way through the house with just towels on if dad was here." "Oh, ok. I will just be out here sitting on my bed, polishing off this bottle of wine. Please rinse out the tub when you're done, and then start me some water." It was a few minutes before Samantha came out, with only a towel on her head. I hadn't seen her naked since she was twelve, and she had definitely grown up. I had to keep myself from staring at her, and her bald crotch. She walked up to me, took the wine glass from my hand, took a swig, then handed it back. Her slightly more modest friends followed short thereafter with their towels around their midsections. "Did you rinse out the tub Sam?" "Yes, step-mother, we rinsed out the tub. Can I have some more of your wine?" "How about............no. Your dad would kill me if he knew I gave you wine." "What about if I call him and ask him? And he says yes?" "Then I really don't care, but if he does, and that is a really big if, you are not leaving the house. And as far as your friends, their parents would have to approve of them drinking, and I really doubt any of that is going to happen. And besides, you are going to have a hell of a time getting your father to answer his phone anyhow." "Well then, I am just going to have to try then, won't I?" She grabbed my Iphone from my dresser and called him. He must've picked up on the first ring. "Hi Daddy!" Her conversation didn't last long, but when it came right down to her asking the question, it just flew out of her mouth like it was nothing, and her father had no problem with it at all. And he told me so when Sam handed me the phone. The other two girls called their parents, and after talking to a "totally chill mom", and a "way laxed dad", Bailey and Lacey had their approval to have a few drinks. I still wasn't going to forgo my tub time and told them as much. I also told them that they were going to have to wait until I got out before they commenced to their little party. I didn't lay in the tub nearly as long as I wanted to. The guilt of knowing that I was holding up these girls fun got the better of me, so I got out. Once I got dressed, I headed downstairs to find them all sitting in their pajamas at the breakfast bar, patiently waiting like little kids looking for pancakes. I led them down to the bar, and they all bellied up like old pros. I had done some bartending in college, and although I was no bottle flipper like Tom Cruise in Cocktail, I could still mix a mean drink. And by mean drink, I mean I knew how to put just enough liquor in to a drink to make it still taste alcoholic, but not too much to have a person on their ass two drinks in. "Okay girls, what can I get ya?" "So, what, are we just gonna sit in front of this bar and get hammered? Or are we going to do something fun?" Samantha looked at the girls, testing the waters for a different answer. "Well, you guys are the ones that wanted a few drinks, you tell me what you wanna do." They exchanged a few blank glances, and I could tell that Bailey wanted to say something, but was too afraid to say it. "Bailey, what are you thinking to do? I can see the wheels spinning." "Um, well, maybe we could play quarters or something...............or maybe like....that one game with a deck of cards." "Uh, what game with a deck of cards? You're gonna have to be slightly more specific. Like poker or something? Go fish?" "No, it's like truth or dare, but with a deck of cards........The truth cards are ace thru 7, and you have to also take a drink with ace, two or three.........Then the dare cards are 8 through king, and you have to take a drink on any face cards." "And what's a game like that called, and where did you learn it? Sounds kind of complicated." The other girls looked at me like I was a window licking moron. "I don't know what it's called, but we used to play it at summer camp, except we wouldn't use alcohol, because obviously we didn't have any. But one of the girls I shared a cabin with taught it to us." I didn't really care what they did, I would make them a few drinks, leave a bottle of wine with them, and curl up in front of the fireplace next to the bar and watch them do their thing. They however, had different ideas. I had a pretty good idea about how this night was going to end, and the thought of cleaning of puke turned my stomach. I made them agree that I could cut them off of the alcohol at any time if I thought it was getting out of hand. My first round of drinks was a pitcher of strawberry margaritas. They went down all too fast, and after partaking in one myself, immediately made another one, a bit stronger, and told them to take their time. I found them a deck of cards, and went off to the couch to watch them. I wasn't so lucky. They all insisted that I come over and play with them. I was never big in to truth or dare, or drinking games, even in college. And I wasn't all that keen on playing it with a few girls that were barely old enough to vote. As I suspected, the first half an hour or so were the typical truth questions, with a few idiotic dares thrown in. How many guys have you slept with, have you ever ------, have you ever done it -----, when was your first time that you ------? Now of course I was sworn to absolute secrecy, being made to pinky swear with all of them. And the dares were just as boring and typical as you might imagine. My enthusiasm for this game was wearing thin really quick, and I didn't have all that much of it to begin with. I had all but made up my mind to call it a night and curl up on the couch as per my previous plan, but decided I could make up one more pitcher of margaritas. I thought it also might be a good time to teach these girls how to shoot tequila. I brought the bottle, 4 shot glasses, a salt shaker, and a squeeze bottle of lime juice. I know your supposed to use actual limes, but I didn't have any of those. "Okay girlies, it's time to do a tequila shot. Have any of you ever done one before?" Still bashful Lacey raised her hand like she was in school and in a less than confident voice said "Um, isn't that where you drink the tequila out of someone's belly button and then lick the salt and the lime?" I just laughed. "No honey, that is a body shot, and that's something for another time. A regular tequila shot it from a shot glass. You wet the area behind your thumb like this.................sprinkle on some salt.............now normally you would have a wedge of lime to hold between your fingers, but since I don't, you just hold on to the lime squeezy thing. Take the shot in your other hand, lick the salt, breathe out, shoot the tequila, then squeeze the lime in your mouth. Or in this instance, just squeeze some in your mouth. Watch me." I did it just like I instructed, then told them to do the same, one at a time. Not a one of them seemed to like it all that much, but all three asked for another. I tentatively poured them each another shot, and we did them together. Bailey said some lame ass toast that I had never heard, and we downed our shots. I didn't realize it was my turn again until after we all put down our shot glasses, and they all stared at me. "Okay step-mother, it's your turn again, take a card." I drew the Ace of spades, and had to take a drink of my margarita before answering a truth question from Samantha. It was this question that set the hole night on it's ear. "Okay, here is a good truth question for you. Have you ever had sex with another woman." I felt my cheeks go flush, and immediately thought of lying. I guess blame it on the tequila, but I heard my mouth say "Yes!" before my brain told it to. "Really? I just thought you were just some prudey doctor. I would have never guessed that. Like, did you do it in college or what?" It was too late to talk my way out of it now, so I just spilled the beans. "Yeah, I did in College. Also, in High School, and quite a few times since then. Your father and me have an understanding that I won't go in to here, but.........................." I stopped. This is the part that I had to make them pinky swear that anything they here wouldn't leave the room. "Girls, you have to pinky promise me, just like I did you, that anything you hear me say stays right here." They all agreed, and we exchanged pinkies. "Okay, you're dad and I have an agreement. A few years ago, I caught him having an affair. At first I was mad, but we came to the agreement that although we love each other very much, our marriage is very much one of convenience. We haven't slept together in years, and through much soul searching, I came to the realization that sex with men wasn't my thing." In unison, they all blurted out "You're a lesbian?" "Yes girls, I am a lesbian. A lesbian in a male/female marriage. He does his thing, I do mine. But I can tell you this right now, neither one of us has all that much time for our things." They all kept looking at me, almost to the point that I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I was just about to ask them why they had gotten all quiet, and could actually feeling my blood starting to boil at the realization that I just told them my darkest secret when Samantha grabbed my hand. "Jen, I think it's great. I really do. So many woman are scared of what they are, I'm glad that you trusted us enough to tell us. " "Thank you Sammie, that means a lot................but are we going to sit here and grill me about liking chicks, or are we going to move on with the game?" They all laughed, when Sam asked me if I had any cigarettes. I certainly wasn't going to go in to my doctor speech about smoking when I actually did have a couple of packs in the bar for occasions such as these. So I went behind the bar, and Sam and I stepped out on the patio. "So, can I ask you another question, like, off the record?" "Off the record? You watch too many TV shows. But yeah, of course, ask me anything." "You can't tell them I told you or anything, you promise?" "Yes of course." "Well, last weekend, Lacey, Bailey and I got a hotel room and had a threesome." "Um, okay. What's the question? Do you feel bad about it?" "No, not at all. We had all been talking about it for a while, and Lacey had already tried it with a girl once in high school, and Bailey was fingered by a girl at the movies once. I had only ever kissed a girl once on a dare, but I really wanted to do more. So, like we did it and stuff, and it was all fun like, but it was something different for me." "Something different how?" A Special Christmas Vacation Ch. 02 Chapter 2. Girl Bonding Time. As part of my normal routine, I woke up promptly at 5am. It was a very rare occurrence that I ever slept longer than that. Even when I was younger, I was just much more of a morning person. If I didn't wake up tired, I would get up even earlier than that. I love my mornings, and always have. Nothing gets my day going faster than a few cups of strong coffee, a rigorous workout and going through my emails. That next morning was quite different. When I woke up, I had a beautiful 18 year old in my bed, still nude from the night before. Panic swept over me like a crashing wave. What if Glen came home early? What if Samantha told him what we did to get back at me somehow? What if the other girls opened their fucking traps and spilled the beans? I quickly scanned the room for any sign that Glen had been there, and then closed my eyes so my ears could hear better...........quiet as a church. I looked outside at the fresh snow, and there were no new tracks in the snow leading up to his parking spot in the garage. Okay, I was safe, for now. That feeling of dread and panic didn't go away, and I felt unbelievably guilty. I was a fucking doctor for Christ's sake.............what am I doing having a wild orgy with three 18 year olds? But the other part of me, I have since named her Candy, yelled out in my head that I was being a complete cunt for questioning one of the sweetest moments of my life. Just for clarity, I don't actually think there is another woman living inside of me, but after talking to a colleague of mine since this happened, I came to understand that many people like to have two sides of their own personalities, the Angel and Devil on your shoulders if you will. Anyhow, Candy was now the loudest voice in my head, and Candy told me to keep with my morning routine, and that I would feel better after I cycled myself in to a dripping sweat. Samantha looked as sweet as could be laying on her belly in my bed. Her hair lay across her shoulders and back in a wave and glistened from the light of the bathroom. I knew if she was a typical teenager, she would probably sleep till noon if the room stayed dark. I intended to let her sleep. I wasn't sure how I was going to face her anyhow. It's strange how alcohol can change how you interact with a person, and even stranger that it lowers your inhibitions down to the cellar. The home gym was just down the hallway from my bedroom, and I didn't even bother to go make some coffee. I grabbed a Gatorade from the mini-fridge, guzzled better than half of it, and climbed up on my cycle to ride away stress from the night before. I usually turn the stereo up quite loud when I am working out, and today was no different. What was different was the fact that I had three girls sleeping in the house, with one just 15 feet down the hallway. That realization came roaring back to me when I looked up to see Samantha standing in the doorway with just an oversize Tshirt on. I grabbed the remote for the stereo, and hit mute. "God Samantha, I am so sorry. I just get in the habit of cranking the stereo when I am in here, I really didn't mean to wake you." "Don't worry about it, I was mostly awake anyhow. So, uh, about last night.........." I literally thought that this was the point that she was going to let me off the hook for what happened. I had the full conversation in my head before she ever even spoke again. She would apologize, say she had too much to drink, don't tell my dad.............I would also apologize, I won't tell anyone, I will forget it even happened, have a great morning, talk to ya later. "Yeah, about that, you know I .........................." She cut me off. "Wait, before you say anything else.........."She slowly walked over to me, and lay her hand on my sweaty arm. "Jen, what happened last night was, well, uh....................I don't know how to say this. I guess what I am trying to say is.........." In my own mind I figured if I said it was all one big alcohol fueld mistake first, that would somehow make me the winner. I would be the bigger person, and I wouldn't be "dumped" by an 18 year old. "Listen Sam, you don't have to say anything, I ........................" I was gonna say that I understood that it was a mistake, and we were going to act like it didn't happen. But she cut me off again. "Jen, please let me finish. Last night......................" She paused for a brief second, almost like she was trying to catch her breath. "Last night was the most amazing night of my life.............." Whoa, stop the fucking presses. Most amazing night of her life? What the fuck was I supposed to do with that? It was a fling, a drunken mistake, a foolish thing for an accomplished professional woman to do. Most amazing night ever? Oh my god. "Something inside me last night changed. I realized that not only am I a lesbian, but I am happy being a lesbian. You changed me Jennifer..............changed me in ways that I can only begin to tell you. And, I know you are not going to wanna hear this, because I imagine that to you, last night was just a big drunken mistake......................." Huh? Where did she get that idea? I never said that. I mean, yeah, I was thinking it, but I was only thinking it as part of the conversation I was going to have with her to keep myself from being dumped by an 18 year old. I liked it too. Yeah, I did. So what now? Do we still act like nothing happened? Oh Gawdamm, I am so fucking confused. ".............but to me it was more than that. I have never felt more like a woman than I did last night. When I did that other stuff with my friends, I still felt like a girl doing the stuff that I saw grownups do in pornos. But last night, I felt like an actual woman...............a woman who could fall in love with another woman." She grew silent as she looked down at the floor. Candy spoke up for me, without even having to think. "Samantha honey, look up at me. " I placed my hand under her chin, and moved her head so she was looking in my eyes. "Don't you ever look down at the floor when you are in the presence of another person. You only look at the floor so you can see where you are going. Looking down is a sign of submission, and you are a grown woman, and you should never have to submit to anyone..................Honey, what happened last night was absolutely amazing. I was going through all these conversations in my mind before I glanced up and saw you, and imagined this going a completely different way." "What do you mean? Like you thought I would come in here and say it was a big mistake, and that we should never talk about it again?" I had to laugh at that one. "Yeah baby, something like that. I thought you would look at what happened last night as some weird, twisted taboo encounter with your step-mom, and any more thought of it would make your skin crawl." She jumped back and let go of my arm. "Oh my gawd............never. That was so incredible last night, and how I feel about what happened has nothing to do with you being my step-mom. You just happen to be married to my dad. Beyond that, you are just another beautiful woman who gave me the most memorable night of life." I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I typically wasn't all that emotional of a person. I could probably count on one hand the amount of times I have cried in the last 15 years. Once for my best friend Melody when she was killed by the drunk driver, once when my dad passed, once when an infant was brought in by ambulance after being thrown against the wall by his dad.........................yeah, that's just about it. But something about what she said to me, and the way she said it brought tears to my eyes. I held out my hand to her, and pulled her in closer to me. "Sweetie.......that is probably the nicest and most sincere thing anybody has ever said to me before. I am so glad that you don't find it weird." "Since we are being honest and sincere here.....................do you not find it a bit weird that you slept with your step-daughter last night?" Yeah, I kind of did. But Candy is one strong bitch, and she was taking over more and more of my feelings as of late. Yes, it was hugely taboo that I had sex with my step-daughter last night, but there was also something insanely erotic about it, and flattering too. Come on, male or female, who wouldn't want to know that they are still desirable to a college kid? Hell, I was a lesbian cougar! Fuck yeah, that was awesome. "Weird, no. Honestly, it is way against society to be engaged with your step-daughter in such a carnal way, but I don't care if you don't." "I don't care, not even a little. Tell you what, you finish doing what you're doing down here, and I am gonna go wake Bailey and Lacey and see how their night went. Is there any chance of us spending a little time together today?" "I would like to hope so, but we will have to see. Your dad is supposed to off for twelve hours at noon today, and I know he wanted to spend some time with you, but it's hard to say. Let's just play things by ear. Tell ya what though, if you are back down here in a half an hour or so, you can help me wash up in the shower" A big smile crept across my face at the thought of that. "You got yourself a deal, Step-Mother." "Watch your tone with me little missy, or I will have to take you over my knee and give you a lickin." "Do ya promise?" She said, and winked at me. I nodded my head, and started the bike back up. I would be lying when I thought the worse when she hadn't come back down after the half an hour. I knew it was the insecurity in me talking, and I knew that it didn't make a difference one way or the other. In 8 days, her and her friends would be back at school, and I would be back working 90 hours a week. Instead of showering in my private bath downstairs, where I would have had Samantha join me, I took my sweaty ass upstairs to my regular bathroom. The shower was pure heaven with 12 shower heads, a steamer unit and waterproof speakers. I cranked up Pandora, turned on every shower head in there, and jumped in. It wasn't as if I felt like I had to wash off the night before, or even that I had to wash off the sweat from my workout. The hot steamy water invigorated me, and brought me a kind of clarity that I hadn't felt in a long fucking time. It was a really good damn thing that I had 2 ginormous water heaters in the basement, or I would have drained them in the first few seconds I was in there. I was singing and dancing and just generally acting the fool, and was oblivious to the fact that all three girls stood in my bathroom watching the show. When I did notice them, I damn near jumped out of my skin. "What in the hell are you doing scaring me like that? Aint you ever seen a woman sing in the shower before?" It was Bailey that spoke up first. "Well, sure we have, we have just never seen a shower with so many showerheads....................." Samantha, who was obviously the smartest of them followed. "How in the hell do you not run out of hot water? That has got to be 20 gallons a minute coming out at you. " I laughed, and did a Price is Right show with my hands as I pointed to each and every shower head. "Yeah, about 20 gallons a minute................ But your dad has it all figured out. I could take a shower in here as long as I want, and never run out of hot water. Money was no object..................Now can I have some privacy, I am not done with my concert yet?" Meek and mild little Lacey finally spoke up. "No, we were actually hoping that we could get in there with you, seems like there is more than enough room for us all. " In unison, Samantha and Bailey chimed in. "Yeah, we wanna get in too!" I didn't hesitate when I opened the door as an invitation, then watched each of them strip down to their ripe little nakedness, and join me in the shower. Lacey complained that it was too hot, but the other two seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. I was playing out scenarios in my head, and all of them led to a pile of girls on the floor of the shower, with me having my choice of all them. It didn't quite play out like that, but It got pretty close. Bailey asked Lacey if she could wash her hair, and Samantha asked if she could wash mine. As I watched Bailey wash more of Lacey then just her hair, I felt my pussy twitch as Samantha gently washed my hair. I could feel the soap drip down across my breasts, and down my back where the suds seemed to slow down just as they got to my ass. It was a sight to see, and a sight to feel. Samantha washed every bit of my body, from my toes, my calved, my knees, my thighs, my pussy.......................my ass......................all the way up and back down to my hands. My whole body was on high alert and I became increasingly aware at how much hotter that shower stall seemed to be getting. I turned around to rinse off, and Samantha was right there in my face. I couldn't help but kiss her. That kiss, right there, was the most mind blowing kiss I had ever had in my life. I can't say that I had all that many great kisses to compare it to, but the whole experience, mixed with how our mouths just seemed to work in perfect unison was amazing. And when I say whole experience, let me just say that seeing this beautiful girl in front of me, dripping wet from the hot shower...................water running down her face pooling just above her pouty lips, her erect nipples catching droplets of hot water, her bare pussy glistening under the harsh lights of the bathroom...................I was in shower heaven. It was the noticeable beeps of a missed call that brought me back to reality. I will usually always take a phone call in my line of work because you just never know. I had to get out and see who called, even though every fiber of my being was telling me not to. I grabbed Samantha's face with both hands, planted a big kiss on those succulent lips of hers, and excused myself to go check my phone. I missed a call from Glen. He left me a voice message. "Hey babe! You are probably working out and didn't hear the phone............anyhow, when you get this, why don't you see if you can wake the girls and meet me for breakfast. I have about three hours before I have to be in surgery. There was a huge car accident out on the interstate this morning, and I have to do an emergency surgery on a teenager at.......................11:30 ish. Call me back. Love ya." I yelled at the girls to get out and stepped in to my bedroom to call him back. It rang twice before he picked up. "Hey babe, sorry I missed your call. So, what is going on?" "There was an accident over by Jackson just a bit ago. I thought it was on the interstate, but it doesn't matter. I figure I have a few hours before they get here and get the kid stable before I have to start surgery. You guys wanna come down for breakfast?" "Well, yeah, that sounds great. I don't know how long it will take those girls to get ready, but I will do what I can to light a fire under their asses............I have to come down anyway at some point to do some more Christmas shopping. Have you thought any more about what you want to get Samantha?" "No, still thinking about that...................You know I am not that good with that....And besides, my brain is completely fried. We'll talk about it when you get in to town. Where do you wanna go for breakfast? "I don't know...........do you wanna just meet at the diner by the mall?" "Sure............give me a call when you are on your way down the hill, and I will go over and get us a table. Love ya babes." "Love you too. " And with a barely audible beep, he was gone. I still found it weird that we really did love each other. I guess that love comes in many forms, and sex doesn't necessarily have to be involved in love. I know many of my friends that have gotten divorced have all told me that the sex was one of the big reasons they hung it up. Too much sex, not enough sex, sex that wasn't good enough, not compatible sexually...............it's amazing what people will tell you when you don't have a vested interest either way. But with Glen and I, sex has just never been the thing that kept us together. And to be perfectly honest, neither one of us had all that much time to make it about that. We both loved what we did, and worked our fingers to the bone. I can tell you this, any mother fucker who thinks that doctors just rake in the cash by cutting a few people open or by putting band aid's on children don't know the half of it. You work 90-100 hours a week and see if you don't get paid. I told the girls what the plan was as they came out of my bathroom single file. Both Lacey and Bailey had that glazed over look in their eyes, and couldn't keep either their hands or their eyes off of one another. Samantha on the other hand had a quirky little smile plastered on her face like she was seeing the love of her life from across a crowded room. It made my heart melt. We drove in to town in my Jeep and had an uneventful breakfast with Glen. We spent most of the meal talking about our night, and the girls foray in to adult beverages. I think they all knew that it was best to let me talk and fill in the blanks as I saw fit. Better than to have 4 mouths all trying to tell the same made up story, and stumbling over every bit. Towards the end of the meal, I did ask Glen what his plan for the day was, and he told me that his surgery could last late in to the afternoon, and with him having to go back on call on midnight, he may just sleep at the hospital, but would call me to let me know. Glen was also supposed to get a few days off around the holiday, but Christmas eve was still 3 days away. It wouldn't surprise me at all to not see him for more than a few hours until the day before. The girls and I decided to head to the mall to go shopping. I was in quite the generous mood today, so I decided to let them have their own little shopping spree. Glen wouldn't have cared if I maxed our credit cards on them at the mall in one day, but with money I had in my own account, it wouldn't be necessary. I spent $752.00 at Aeropostale, $439 at Sunglass Hut, $362 at American Eagle, and when we finally got to Victoria's Secret is when we really had fun. All three girls, including myself were fitted for bras. I had never purchased a bra from them before, and to be perfectly honest, I had been completely fine with the $10 bras at WalMart. These bras were upwards of $65 a piece............but they definitely made quite the difference, in all of us. The girls each got three bras, I got four. But that wasn't the end of it..................underwear, shirts, sleepwear.........body sprays..............The girl that was helping us was literally falling over herself showing us more things to purchase. "Hey Jen.........come over here and look at this" Samantha was standing over by the lingerie. "Don't you think Dad would like something like this for you?" She had the twinkle in her eye that told me she wasn't talking about her dad. She was standing next to this cute little pink number that didn't look even remotely big enough, even though it was in my size. "You think he would huh?" I turned to the sales girl. "Is this something I can try on?" I followed her back to the changing room, spying another cute piece on my way by. She opened the door, and put a number on the door. She told me that if I wanted them, to bring them out with me, otherwise, just leave them hanging in the room. As she walked past, I went in, and Samantha followed right behind me. "You know I wasn't talking about dad back there, right?" "Of course.....................so, what you were really saying was, you think I would look good in this, and you would like to see me in it." A Special Christmas Vacation Ch. 02 She laughed. "That's exactly what I mean. Now go on, try it on." This was honestly the first piece of lingerie I had ever had on. It felt so luxurious against my body, and I immediately felt sexier. I looked at myself in the mirror, relishing how good I looked, even to myself. When I turned around to face Sam, she just stood there, staring at me like I was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. And when she said that exact thing, it brought another tear to my eye. I spent more than a grand in that store, and the sales associate was just beaming as she rang everything up. I don't know if they get commissions or not, but she was sure acting like she did. As she handed me my receipt, I handed her a $50, wished her a Merry Christmas, and thanked her for her great service. She fell over herself thanking me, and I could see the tears welling up in her eyes as we walked away. By the time we left the mall that day, I had spent really close to three grand. I felt like a million bucks, and the girls were glowing with happiness. Once we loaded all our bags in to the Jeep, we ran across the street where we each got a cappuccino for the ride home. The girls couldn't thank me enough, and each of them couldn't wait to get back home to try everything on. I couldn't wait either. I had gotten quite a few cute things myself, and was looking forward to the girls only fashion show. * Part 3, coming soon. Love, lust or mindless sex A Special Christmas Vacation "Well, I guess that's my question.............How do you know if you're a lesbian? I mean, well, it was different for me because it just felt right to me. I lost my virginity at my junior prom, and kept having sex with him for a month or two. I could just never get in to it. I felt kinda good, and I kinda got turned on, but it was like, I don't know, a chore. Then when we did that, it just felt, right......" "You will know the answer to that question when it is time for you to know. I pretty much always knew that I was gay, but kept up with the normal. Had boyfriends, got married................where I am now. But when you're dad started cheating on me, and we talked about it........ I just knew. He knew that sex with him did nothing for me, and he needed more. I just knew that I had only been fooling myself for all these years. Nobody knows that I am gay.................except for you girls, your dad, and the women that I invite to my bed. Nobody at work knows, and that's the way I wanna keep it. I am not one of those out and proud bull dykes that make sure everyone around them knows of their sexuality. Sex has always been a private thing with me, and I don't think it's anyone's fucking business." "So, I will just know then? Like, what if I think I already know?" "Samantha, your sexuality is yours, and yours alone. Who you are attracted to sexually is nobody's business but your own. What you and those girls in there did have been done by countless other girls your age, and nobody judges them for it. Quit judging yourself for it. IF you wanna be an out and proud woman, go for it. But that is your decision to make, and don't let what you think people will think of you change who you really are." She gave me a big hug and threw her cigarette over the retaining wall. "Thanks Jennifer, that means a lot to me." "You're welcome sweetheart. I am always here if you wanna talk. Now lets go back inside, I am fucking freezing." We sat back down, and the girls started the game up right away. It was Bailey's turn to draw, and it was a dare card. It was Lacey's turn to give her the dare. "Okay, let me think of a good one.................Wait, I got it. Bailey, I dare you to let Samantha pinch your nipples for 30 seconds." "No, no way. I mean, that's......................Lacey, you swore that.............." "Swore what? Who cares...............we're all girls here, and all of us have had sex with other girls, like who gives a shit? Do it, or suffer the consequences. " "And what are the consequences?" "Just fucking let her do it." That's when Sammie chimed in. "Hey, how do I get dragged in to her dare anyways?" "Right, like you wouldn't like pulling Bailey's nipples...........get over there and pull her nipples." I guess you could say that this was the point when things really took off. I started feeling guilty for getting aroused watching them fulfill the dare, but remembered that they were all of age, and I was half drunk. All feelings of guilt washed right out of me when I saw how much each of them were enjoying it. We only pretended to play the game for another round or two, before the game just became a big game of dares. And so far, they had kept me out of it. There was some kissing, some touching, a little rubbing, but for the most part, pretty R rated. That was until they realized that they had left me out of the game and made me draw a card. And of course, it was a dare. It was Bailey's turn to give me the dare. "Okay Jennifer...............I dare you to stick your finger in your step-daughter's pussy and lick it off." There was some hoots and hollers from both Bailey and Lacey at that one. I didn't know what to do. Here I was in a situation that was only in hardcore movies, and it happened to be in my own house. I am not a super adventurous slut who lives for occasions like this. I was a lesbian doctor from a small town. I had all but made up my mind to just get up and leave, and bid them goodnight when I looked over at Samantha, and she was slipping out of her underwear. There was a noticeable twinkle in her eye when she looked at me and said "It's fine Jen, I don't mind. Really." My mind was literally reeling at this point, and I literally think things went blurry for me for a second. And to this day, I blame it on the tequila, because I really don't think it's something I would have done otherwise. But, I did it. When I look back on it now, it's almost as if I let another person take over my body. Although the back of my mind was crying out that this was wrong on a million levels, the "other" me dove in to the situation head first. I got up out of my seat, and slowly moved over to her. It was the first time I noticed the smell of her clean hair mixed with the unmistakable smell of LoveSpell from Victoria's Secret. I let my nose fill with her scent as I moved closer to her neck. Unconsciously my hand moved between her thighs where I found a dripping wet, shaved pussy. I spent an extra few seconds rubbing between her glorious hole, and her swollen clit..........relishing the wetness that had covered every fold of her young little pussy. I kissed her neck before bringing my hand to my lips. I pulled back slightly, to where our mouths were only an inch apart, and stuck the two glistening fingers in my waiting mouth. The sweetness of her pussy overwhelmed me at first, and I felt my whole body shudder. I had gone from a step-mom who barely knew her husband's daughter, to a porno mom tasting her step-daughters sex juices in the course of a few hours. When I sat back down, Samantha still had her eyes closed, and both Lacey and Bailey stared blankly at us with their mouths agape. And I swear to you, it was someone else controlling me at that point, but I looked at one, then the other and said "What? Did you enjoy the show?" They both nodded in unison. "Then tell you what, let me and Samantha watch you girls do the same thing." It seriously took no more than that, and they were all over each other. Barely a minute later, they were both naked, and both fingering each other's young pussies. Samantha moved in closer to me. "Um, you wanna do what their doing?" She asked coyly. "Hold that thought honey, I will be right back." I got up from the couch and turned off the big light, so only the lights behind the bar were illuminating the room. On my way back to the couch, I slowly walked out of my clothes. I sat down next to her, and before she could say another word, grabbed her behind her head and shoved my tongue in her mouth. At that moment, I swear I could hear fireworks going off, and the thundering booms could be felt deep inside me. I helped her out of her clothes, then whispered in her ear " I want another taste of that little pussy of yours." The next hour was a blur. At one point, one of the other girls was licking my ass and pussy while I took my time on Samantha. I felt like I couldn't get enough of her, and with each swipe of my tongue came a new wave of build up inside me. I don't know who had their tongue inside me when I came, but I could literally feel the excess juices running down my thighs. I tasted each and every one of them that night, and they all tasted me. But it was Samantha's sweet little snatch that I kept going back to, and it was my own cunt that Samantha kept coming back to. I lost count after I came 8 times, and it could've easily been twice that many. We were a tangle of naked bodies, and never once did I question the fact that I was 14 years older than all of them. I don't know what time it was before I realized that Bailey and Lacey had left us. Samantha and I were in our own little world, and the minutes moved by at a snail's pace. When I did realize they were gone, I led Sam by the hand to my special bedroom. Glen and I each had our own bedroom's at the house. We had the bedroom where we shared a bed, but we also had room's that were away from the main part of the house that were for special guests. The room was decorated very nicely. I had a King Size sleigh bed with matching side tables, a few lamps, some nice paintings on the wall, and a private bathroom. It was these side tables that held the toys that I planned on introducing Samantha to. We climbed under the covers and returned to what we had been doing before. Our kisses started out with all the fever of the previous room, but those kisses got further and further apart as the lateness of the night and alcohol took over. We fell asleep in each other's arms. Stay tuned for Part 2.