Mari pressed her forehead to the window, straining to see the hardbody on the diving board below. "Tyffani, your stepdad is totally awesome! I'm so glad you moved in."
"Hey, I wanna look, too!" Jacqui shoved her aside. "Oooh! How does he keep those Speedos on when he dives?"
"They can't slide over that bulge," whispered Mari, tippy-toeing to see over Jacqui. "Tyfi, I'll trade stepdads as a housewarming gift."
"No way!" cried Tyffani, dumping shopping bags on her bed. "We're best buds."
Mari sighed. "Mine's such a dork. You totally don't wanna meet him. Bitches non-stop."
"Mine, too." Jacqui braced her hands on her shorts legs, her right forefinger slowly rubbing her crotch. "'Clean your room!' 'Be quiet!' 'Go away!' And he dresses like a dweeb."
Tyffani matched lacy bras and thongs into sets. "You guys don't know how to co-exist with stepfathers."
"Oooh, a two-dollar word!" Jacqui cooed.
"Totally! Tyfi, how come you two have a way cool relationship?"
Tyffani sat of the edge of the bed. "Come here."
Mari moved immediately. Jacqui first imagined him without Speedos, licked her lips, and gave her tingler a vigorous wiggle. They sat on either side of Tyffani and leaned in.
"After he proposed, Mom sent us on a 'date' to get acquainted and become best buds before the wedding. She gave us dinner reservations at Chez Maison, concert tickets for Mikrowave..."
"Oooh!" Jacqui squealed, drumming her feet. "I'd give my car for Mikrowave tickets!"
"... and late night dancing reservations at the Luxor afterward."
Mari's fingers splayed over her gaping mouth. "Really? And you and he totally became best buds after doing all that?"
Tyffani glanced at the door and whispered, "No. Instead of that we took a pizza to a Holiday Inn and fucked until I couldn't walk."
© Russell Hoisington 2007