Lesbian Stepmother (16 page)

That summer I turned sixteen and got my first job. I
was getting to the point where I wanted more spending money, and the
months off school left me with nothing to concentrate on, so a job
was the perfect solution. I put in lots of applications and ended up
taking the first job I was offered, which was at Six Flags Great
Adventure, a massive amusement park about twenty miles from my
father’s house.

Luckily, my father had a second, older car which he
kept as a backup, and I had just gotten my drivers permit, so I was
able to use the car to get myself to and from work. Technically, I
was supposed to have a licensed driver in the car with me at all
times, but lots of kids ignored that little detail.

Great Adventure was huge, and it was a very popular
place for kids from miles around to get summer jobs. The only
question was what type of job I would secure, which I wouldn’t
find out until my orientation. I spent a few days daydreaming about
operating one of the big roller coasters, or maybe the runaway train,
and watching as people got on looking happy and excited, and got off
looking dizzy and sick. It would be an interesting way to spend the
summer.

As it turned out, they put me on second shift in food
service, one of the crappiest positions available. I almost quit
before I even started, thinking I’d have to stand at a cash
register and thank people all night for buying fries and burgers. I
got a little bit lucky, though, and ended up at a funnel cake stand
making the actual funnel cakes.

It was hot work, standing over a giant vat of
near-boiling grease and cooking hundreds of funnel cakes each day for
the endless line of customers. I had to wear a uniform, too, with an
apron and a baseball cap, and between the heat of the summer and the
heat rising from the grease, I was almost always sweating. I had big
five-gallon buckets of batter lined up on the floor beside me, and I
used a ladle to fill up my dispenser and stood there swirling it into
the grease in front of all those hungry people. When the funnel
cakes were halfway done I’d flip them over, and when they were
a nice golden brown I’d lift them out with tongs and set them
on paper plates. I’d put the plates on the counter beside the
cooking vat, and they were then the responsibility of Dianne, one of
my coworkers.

Dianne was the girl who bridged the gap between me and
Sara, the girl who worked the register. It was Dianne’s job to
take the naked funnel cakes and confer with the customers as to what
kind of topping they wanted, if any. Some people liked them plain,
and others liked them with powdered sugar. Still others liked fruit
toppings, of which we had a wide variety. The fruit was all in big
cans, and heavy on the syrup. We had strawberry, peach, apple,
blueberry and raspberry. We also had chocolate sauce and a variety
of sprinkles. So Dianne stayed plenty busy, dressing up the cakes to
order and passing them on to Sara, who rang up the sales and made
change.

Dianna was two years older than me, and very pretty.
She was a blond with bright blue eyes, and I found it very enjoyable
to look at her. She had just graduated from high school in Jackson,
two towns over from where I lived. We had a lot of time to talk, and
joke around together, especially when the line of customers grew
thin. She was very fun to work with, and I liked her a lot.

Neither of us cared much for Sara, and ignored her most
of the time.

As the summer wore on, Dianne and I grew more and more
fond of each other. We always took our breaks together, and even
lingered after work in the parking lot, laughing about our daily
adventures. Since we worked the late shift, sometimes we came to
work a couple hours early and met up at the gate to go on the rides
together. We especially liked the Ferris wheel, riding it high up
into the sky and looking down at our little funnel cake stand.

Dianne was the first real friend I ever had, and I
admired her tremendously.

* * *

One night after working together for about a month,
Dianne and I were in the back room, standing at the big sink and
washing out the empty buckets. It was something we did every night,
before mixing fresh batter and refilling them for the morning shift.
Anyway, we were standing there after a long day, and both of us were
dirty and grimy with funnel cake batter. She was washing my funnel
cake dispenser, and at one point she yanked it out of the water,
splashing me and getting the whole front of my apron soaked. I
couldn’t tell if she did it on purpose or not, but it certainly
seemed like she must have. She really splashed me good! She
apologized, looking absolutely adorable with her cute little smile
and her long, blonde hair spilling out from under her baseball cap.

I smiled back, and, kind of joking around, plunged both
my hands into the sink of water and then splashed her pretty good
with a sarcastic “Oops!” I didn’t get her as good
as she’d gotten me, but I definitely got her attention. She
dropped the dispenser into the sink and spread her arms wide, looking
down at herself.

“Hey!” she said. “You did that on
purpose!”

I tried to wipe the smile off my face, but I was unable
to do so. “What makes you say that?”

She flashed me a devilish grin and quickly pulled a
bucket from the sink, which was at least a quarter of the way filled
with dirty water. She hoisted it, as if threatening to splash me
with the contents.

I held up my hands, taking a step back. “You
wouldn’t!”

“Oh no?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

I knew she was going to splash me, and it got me very
excited. “Please don’t!” I pleaded. The smile on
my face undoubtedly betrayed my plea, because she flung the water at
me with gusto. If I was soaked before, now I was drenched.

“Whoops!” Dianne said, dropping the empty
bucket to the floor. “Sorry about that!”

My mouth was open in shock. The water was very cold,
and I was soaked to the skin, dripping all over. I looked at her
standing there, still grinning, her hat cocked off to one side. She
had a little smear of funnel cake batter on her chin and she appeared
so sweet and beautiful that it was almost heartbreaking. I think it
was at that very moment that I realized I was in love with her.

I had to fight to tear my eyes away. I began looking
around for something with which to perpetuate our little game;
allowing it to end now seemed out of the question. There was a full
bucket of batter sitting just off to my left, near a storage shelf,
and I lunged toward it and began prying the lid off.

Dianne watched me, still grinning. “Amy! Don’t
you dare!”

I felt like I had no choice. The bucket was too big
and heavy for me to lift, so after getting the lid off I simply
shoved my hands deep into the gooey batter and flung some of it at
her.

She screamed in delight, dancing around in a little
circle as the goop peppered her uniform. Then she dashed over and
plunged her own hands into the bucket, her entire face alight with
glee. I thought of running away before she could get me, but the
truth is, I didn’t want to. I
wanted
her to get me. She brought her cupped hands up out of the bucket in
a flash, splattering my entire chest and stomach in the wet, gluey
funnel cake batter.

I screamed and twisted around, and she laughed,
splattering more of the goop all over my back.

“Oh, you stinker!” I yelled. I turned
around again and dug my hands back into the bucket, flinging batter
up all over her breasts and even getting some on her pretty face.

Dianne screamed again, but she was loving it as much as
I was. We were lucky Sara couldn’t hear us. She was up front
with the night manager, counting her money and filling out the
paperwork.

We both stood looking at each other for a moment and
then Dianne leaned over and gripped the lip of the bucket with both
hands. We were both really glopped up pretty good already, and it
sent a thrill through me to think she was going to dump the entire
bucket just to get me again.

“You’d better not,” I told her. I
still couldn’t get the smile off my face. I smiled a lot when
I was with her, and I’d never had so much fun.

She was smiling, too. “Who’s going to stop
me?” She lifted the bucket up off the floor and I immediately
grabbed it, too, trying to prevent her from dumping it on me.

We both laughed, struggling to tip the bucket away from
ourselves as it somehow got lifted higher and higher. Soon it was up
above our waists, and it was very heavy. We got a little reckless,
both of us clearly wanting something exciting to happen. There was
something there, between us, besides the bucket, and we both felt it.
I wasn’t sure what it was at the time, but I do now: it was
desire.

The bucket went a little higher, and both of us were
still grinning like mad and giggling. Dianne let go with one of her
hands and then quickly repositioned it beneath the bucket. I pressed
the top edge further toward her, so excited I could hardly breathe.
It began to tip, but then she lifted it even higher from the bottom
and suddenly the balance shifted. I felt a light quivering deep in
the pit of my stomach as I realized we’d lost control of it,
and then the entire thing was spilling over, dumping gooey wet funnel
cake batter down the entire front of my uniform. It even ran down my
legs and coated my sneakers, sparing no part of me. It coated me
completely, turning my entire body into the dull, tan color of funnel
cakes.

The bucket, not quite empty but close to it, hit the
floor and bounced away with a clatter. Dianne stared at me, her
smile wider than ever. I thought she was going to laugh, but she
didn’t. She looked me up and down, as if appraising me, and
then did something that I didn’t expect: she took a step closer
to me. Looking me right in the eyes, the hint of mischief gone from
her expression, she moved even closer until her body was pressed up
against mine and the mess of batter was all over her, too.

There was a big industrial-sized refrigerator directly
behind me, and when she pressed into me it caused me to back up
against it. So there I was, pinned between the refrigerator and
Dianne, completely covered in funnel cake batter.

I smiled at her. Or, I should say, I was
still
smiling at her. “Hi,” I said quietly. My heart was
racing.

“Hi,” she answered. Then she gently slid
her arms around my waist. Her body was pressed so firmly against
mine that it seemed to mold itself to my every curve. It was amazing
how well we fit together like that, and it sent shivers of arousal
through me, almost to the point of making my head spin. I could feel
her warm breath on my lips, and the look in her eyes was one of pure
need. I thought she was going to say something then, but I was
wrong. What she did is move her head forward and press her lips to
mine. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to break
through my ribcage. Her lips were as soft as velvet, despite being
speckled with funnel cake batter, and before I knew it we were
really, truly kissing.

Dianne pressed against me even harder, and at the same
time encircled me further with her arms, drawing me as close as
possible in a heated embrace. I lifted my own arms then, feeling as
if I were in some wonderful dream, and wrapped them around her. I
literally felt the world fall away around me as Dianne became
everything there was. It was just me and her and the heat from her
body and feel of her silky lips on mine. As her tongue slipped into
my mouth I gasped, feeling something like liquid fire shoot through
my most sensitive area.

This was a kiss! Those boys knew nothing, and neither
had I. Kissing Dianne was by far the best thing that had ever
happened to me. I held her tighter, loving the feel of her in my
arms. She was so soft and so gentle, and so sweet. She was
everything I ever wanted, and so much more.

She was perfect.

We kissed for a long time, standing there in the little
back room while Sara and Michelle played around with the money. It’s
impossible for me to know how much time went by. It was the direct
opposite of my experience in the backseat of Brad’s car; there,
I’d lost track of time because I was blocking it out; here, I
lost track of time because I was living for the moment and loving
every second of it. Holding her in my arms and kissing her made up
for all the pain I’d ever felt and filled me with an almost
palpable feeling of love and hope.

When she finally pulled her mouth from mine, we were
both gasping for breath. Our smiles were finally gone, replaced by
expressions of admiration and wonder. Then she leaned forward again
and kissed the tip of my nose, which somehow seemed even more erotic
to me than the deep, passionate kisses we had just shared.

She smiled again, very tenderly. “Thank you for
that, Amy. I’ve been wanting to do that for a really long
time.”

Her words made me almost melt. I was completely
transfixed by her, my whole body thrumming with love and happiness.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I’m so glad...
you did.”

When she heard that, she was beaming. “Really?”

I nodded. “Of course.” I pulled her
closer and hugged her, not able to help myself. I never wanted to
let her go. The wet, sticky batter squished between us and oozed to
our feet.