In Megan’s bedroom, Vanessa had the birthday girl topless in moments and Megan was standing with her head tilted back, groaning at the sensations Vanessa’s mouth was pulling from her nipples.
Then the doorbell rang. Vanessa pulled away from Megan’s breasts.
“What the fuck!” Megan exclaimed. Then she remembered. “Oh, I bet it’s Amazon.”
With a smirk, Vanessa asked, “Bought yourself a little birthday present?”
“Always,” Megan answered.
“Well, seeing as your half-naked, I’ll go down and bring it in,” Vanessa offered. “You, in the meantime…” she waved her finger in front of Megan’s form. “Off with rest of these and don’t expect to be getting dressed again anytime soon.”
“Ooh!” Megan said, already starting to shed the offending clothes.
Chapter 31
Downstairs, Vanessa opened the front door not expecting to see anyone or anything except an Amazon package.
Instead, there was a cute young woman standing there. She barely looked old enough to drink. She had well-styled chestnut hair, was several inches shorter than Vanessa and was wearing a coral spaghetti-strap swing dress that was nice enough to be worn for a special occasion.
Frowning, Vanessa wondered if this was Cindy, the thought making her bristle inside. Her armor went up.
The woman seemed surprised and then confused at seeing Vanessa. She even took a look at the house number on the wall next to the door to be sure she had the right place.
Vanessa crossed her arms.
Yes, this is her house. And as you can see, she’s entertaining a guest.
“Um…” the woman began uncertainly, “is Megan in?”
Vanessa was about to respond with snark and defensiveness but at the last second something stopped her. Something about this woman’s appearance. Something about her eyes and the set of her jaw. They were familiar somehow. Vanessa was certain she had never met this person before, but she couldn’t shake the sense that in some way she knew her.
“Megan’s upstairs,” she said in her normal voice. “Who should I say is calling?”
The woman was obviously quite nervous, but even her manner of being nervous was tugging at something in Vanessa. It was like Vanessa knew her, but didn’t know her.
“I’m Molly,” the woman answered. “Megan’s sister.”
Holy crap!
“Oh my God,” Vanessa said, her earlier defensiveness now completely gone. “I’m so sorry! Um…come in, please!” She stood aside to let Molly pass.
“I’m Vanessa, by the way.”
“Hi, Vanessa; it’s nice to meet you,” Molly said with what appeared to be a genuine smile.
Vanessa hooked her thumb in the direction of the staircase.
“Like I said, she’s upstairs.”
Completely naked by now, no doubt.
“I’ll, um, go get her. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the couch?”
“Thank you, Vanessa; I really appreciate it.” Another genuine smile.
“Sure.”
Vanessa took the stairs two at a time.