Get In Step-Mommy's Bed

Freya Parker slips into Christie Stevens' bedroom like she's done it a thousand times. Christie's dead asleep, but Freya's not taking no for an answer. She pokes, prods, and pokes some more until her stepmom snaps awake with that look - the one that says 'what the fuck do you want now?' Christie lays it out flat: Freya's a grown woman who needs to sleep in her own damn bed. Freya whines about work stress keeping her up all night, says she can't function without this one last favor. Christie rolls her eyes, mutters something under her breath, then scoots over with a 'fine, just don't wake me up again.' Fat chance. Freya flops around like a fish on a dock, sheets rustling, mattress bouncing. Christie finally cracks. 'If you're gonna stay up, at least do something useful and get yourself off,' she snaps. The permission hits different in the dark. Freya's hand disappears under the covers. Her breathing gets ragged fast. Christie tries to ignore it, really does, but those little gasps are doing something to her. Her own fingers find their way between her legs before she can stop them. Now they're both stroking, panting, stealing glances. The heat builds until someone's fingers brush someone else's skin and suddenly hands are everywhere, mouths colliding, bodies grinding together like they've both been waiting for this excuse all along.