All Grown Up Ch. 02

That day was a big family affair and the girls enjoyed the time with their folks as they made their way through a festival market, art shows and an excellent meal that spanned seven courses. Amy had a bit of trouble with some of the rich food and decided to stay in. Brit promised to 'case the joint' and find the best spots for them to visit in the coming nights.

The next morning, Amy was sitting by the phone when it rang right on time at 8. She immediately began speaking as soon as the clicks and static of international calling cleared up.

"Hi Sweetie, before you say anything please let me apologize? I was such an idiot, things are so different here, the days all blend together but I have no excuses other than sheer stupidity. Did you get the almond bars?" Amy had blurted all of that out in hardly one breath, so when she finished she about passed out holding her breath for his reply.

Sean's voice wasn't harsh or cold, but his reply wasn't warmed by his usual upbeat cadence, "The bars were perfect, thank you lovely lady."

'That's it?' Wondered the teen, 'Well, at least he used my favorite nickname,' she continued to muse. If she thought she could out wait him she was wrong; she didn't have the patience to try. "So, what did you do for your birthday, besides get disappointed by your idiot of a girlfriend?"

"Not much really, Antony got me a model kit of that Jag XF that the Thompsons never drive."

Oh, and Mrs. Hudson, you know the one everyone tells rumors about? Well, she actually made me a cake. Cherry chocolate and everything. I swear, either she or her husband is a spy, it's the only explanation because she rarely says two words to me so I have no idea how she knew my favorite!" Sean finished with a laugh.

Jealously immediately flared in Amy's chest. The woman in question was easily the hottest trophy wife in their development. Her husband was never around and she was gone for days at a time. Other than that, there wasn't really much else for rumors to go on, but somehow she still seemed to be at the center of some of the most juicy gossip in their closed little community.

"Did she, um, eat some cake with you?" Amy asked, wincing as she heard the edge in her voice.

Sean's genuine laughter grated on her at first, until his next words caught up to her temper. "No, are you kidding? She handed me this Tupperware box, with my paycheck taped to the top and a generic 'happy birthday' card. In fact, the only thing she said was 'You're a senior next year, right?'"

He laughed again, then continued, "So I nodded and she asked if Antony would be able to pick up the job by the time I graduated, and I told her 'Yes ma'am.' She went inside and I took my cake home and shared it with the hordes. Mrs. Piiers made me the same cake for after supper, but nobody told her that Mrs. Hudson's was better," he finished with another mild laugh.

The young woman tried to hide her sigh of relief. She had no idea what brought that on, and felt more than a little guilty about how she carried on with Brit when her boyfriend was probably having to deal with hot housewives hitting on him.

The conversation suddenly turned when, after a few seconds of silence, Sean spoke again. "So, is Brittany still your best buddy?" He obviously didn't like the blonde, if his tone was any indication.

Confused at his attitude, the teen replied honestly, "Yes, she's actually acting like a big sister. She doesn't let anything bad happen when we go out and I'm having a lot of fun, just like you said you wanted me to." Her tone took on a slight accusation at the end, and she immediately regretted it.

"Riiiight. Well, you two just keep on having fun, getting drunk and clubbing. I'm sure grinding against men helps you keep from missing me too much."

Amy's harsh intake of breath came as her eyes began to tear up. His words had hit very close to home, but his tone of voice was so cold that she felt like he'd slapped her. She felt so guilty that she didn't have time to wonder where his question even came from. He was talking for a moment before her ears could process the words.

"... sure where that came from. Listen, I know you wouldn't do anything like that, it's just, the last time we spoke you told me how you were dancing in a club and getting drunk, and that's why you missed my birthday, right? Because you were out partying with your college friend in the Mediterranean with party boys."

His voice was tired, a mixture of apologetic and resigned, and Amy suddenly feared where this was leading.

"I mean, she doesn't like me much, and I know she doesn't approve of me, so can you blame me for worrying about where she's leading you?"

Once again, the young woman was so relieved at what he didn't say (her guilt had her convinced he was going to break up with her) that she didn't catch the meaning of his words till it was too late, her silence at his statement could be interpreted any number of ways - it's not like they had much experience with phone calls, they'd always just been together.

"Well, I guess that's all I had to say..." Sean trailed off. Amy had no idea what to say, but knew she had to do something to salvage the mess this conversation had spiraled into.

"Sean, she doesn't dislike you, she's just a bit snobbish. Her opinion is hardly an issue compared to my love for you, is it? You know I love you, I know you love me, I will be home in a few weeks and we'll have lots of time for just us, OK?"

"I love you too sweet lady, please be careful. Come back to me as you are, don't try to measure up to what she expects of you, alright?" And with that he hung up.

The call ended flat, and if Amy was truthful, laced with a dozen accusations that were right on the mark.

That night, Brit had to beg Amy to go out with her. She had found the "perfect, low key, easy-going jam hall" for them to relax and just unwind.

"I promise nobody will bother you. I know you're bummed about Sean, but we're here now, so lets enjoy France. We'll be back in boring old SoCal in a few short weeks and you don't want all your memories of your vacation to be of dragging around ruins and art museums do you?" Brit's playful shove at the end was perfectly timed with her big bright smile.

Amy still wasn't convinced. Sean's words had really stung, and she had spent most of the day considering just how far off - or rather how close - his guesses had been. But Amy hadn't badmouthed Sean in weeks. She had been supportive and never let the teen get overwhelmed when they went out. As if seeing the weakness in Amy's resolve, Brit resorted to her patented 'whine attack.'

"Please please pleeeeeeeeeaaase please pleeeeeeezzzzz? Pretty please with purple polka-dots? Please ppuh puh puhhh ppuhaeeeeeeeez?"

During this verbal onslaught, the blonde had gone all out physically, turning her face sideways, making puppy dog eyes, clasping her hands in supplication; finally she lay her blonde locks upon Amy's lap and looked up at the teen.

"Please? It's Saturday Night, if we don't go out we'll be like old spinsters," she practically whimpered, and the sheer pathetic tone matched with her ridiculous words was too much. Amy broke into a giggle fit and finally nodded once.

"YIPPEE!" Brittany leapt to her feet. "Thank you thank you thank you thannnnnnnkkkkkyooouuuuuu!" she finished with a huge hug, lifting the slender brunette from the bed and swinging her around.

"Lets get ready!"

That night, Amy dressed in her 'least sexy' outfit, or that's what Brit declared it anyways. The grey skirt was hemmed well past her knees and the dark blue top was loose, long sleeved and high collared. Her hair was done in a complicated ponytail wrap that was more functional that appealing. She was in flats, as usual, but even they were plain dark blue. Add her lack of jewelry and minimal makeup, and it was clear that Amy had done all she could to avoid standing out.

However, the teen was still a hit with the guys; she'd have to wear burlap - over her head - to conceal the fact that she was genuinely beautiful. So she sat out most of the songs, nursed Coke after Coke, and kept getting frowns from Brit at her lack of participation in the party on the dance floor.

It was hard for Amy to sulk as well. The music was good, and the place was spread out and much better lit than any club the young woman had ever seen. The other patrons also seemed higher class and the few times the teen had been drug onto the floor, she hadn't been accosted as she had grown used to from previous clubs. In fact, although she certainly had a number of guys around her, it was almost as if her vibe was keeping the wolves at bay instead of Brit (or the blonde's 'date') having to step in.

As the night wore on, Brit did loosen up; however, the first time a guy ground against her ass she all but slapped him. Knowing that the guy was just doing what club guys do, the teen decided she needed to find Brit and call it a night.

The blonde seemed to have become friendly with a rather large Spanish-looking man about an hour ago. Amy left the dance floor after finding her step-sister and giving their agreed upon signal that she was done for the night.

The next day, Brit would not get out of bed. She said she was "too sore," but her smile and lascivious wink even as she complained made no sense to the teen.

The wink bothered Amy all day, and she was somehow sure that she was actually keeping herself from catching on, as though she instinctively knew that she should leave it alone.

But she couldn't, for good or for ill, curiosity was one of Amy's strongest qualities. Catching the lounging blonde poolside before supper, Amy plopped down and tried the direct assault approach. "OK, spill it, what's with the goofy grin and yet whining about being sore? Did you have too much sex?" Amy was sure her second query would shock the truth from her step-sister. Instead, it was the truth that did the shocking.

"Yep," was the college girl's blase response, she didn't even turn to look at the younger woman.

Blinking, Amy tried to figure out another avenue of inquiry. She had that knot in her stomach that told her she was in dangerous territory, but the thought of party girl Brit getting "too wild" put the teen's imagination into overdrive.

However, it was pointless asking anything further; all Brittany would give for a response was that ludicrous smile, her eyes hidden behind large sunglasses.

Brit convinced Amy to go out again; the offer to go to the same place as the previous night was the deciding factor. First, they'd never gone to the same club twice - in the four times they had been in a city more than one night they'd always hit a different club the second night. Second, Amy really felt at ease in the trendy, laid back club.

This time her sis convinced her to 'loosen up a little with the granny look,' and Amy wore her chocolate wrap dress again. While tight, it still had a longer hem and higher collar so the teen felt a bit more covered.

The night went much the same, except that the big Spaniard seemed to be waiting for Brit and - in a move that shocked the teen - her step-sister seemed to be exclusively dancing with this one guy. Amy danced a lot more that night, if only to keep an eye on the couple, for that's what the appeared to be. The brunette would never have believed it had she not witnessed the way Brit stared into the man's eyes even as they ground against one another like animals. It honestly made Amy a little hot to watch them!

Eleven thirty came and her watch vibrated to let her know it was time to go. She almost felt bad for interrupting the two, but Brit's bright smile assured her that she was happy to see Amy - or perhaps it was that she was happy to see her go? The itch of curiosity began as she made her way off of the dance floor.

As she moved through the dancers, Amy was kind of impressed with how much of a crowd had gathered. It seemed like these places really seemed to get going around midnight, and the teen wondered how long they partied till. Once she reached the tables, she turned and headed along the outer edge of the crowd.

Except she didn't leave the club right away. Her curiosity piqued, so she sat off to the side in the dark and nursed a Coke while she caught glimpses the blonde and the massive Latino practically having sex on the dance floor.

The crowd appreciated their antics, and soon a few of the local women had decided to try to put on their own show to upstage the pale featured foreigner. Soon the floor was too crowded for Amy to make out Brittany, and when it cleared two songs later, the teen was shocked to find that she could not see the blonde anywhere. For that matter she couldn't see the man either, and he was big enough to have stood out even in the dim club.

After searching for her for about ten minutes, she had covered the whole club and had to conclude that her sis had left with the guy. A little embarrassed at her naivety, Amy got a cab back to the hotel and went through her routine of sending the clothes to laundry after getting a thorough shower.

Amy had often wondered what the vivacious blonde was doing when she was alone till late morning. Now it seemed that she was going off with men... the memory of Brit having sex flashed into Amy's mind, but the image was fleeting and left the teen more confused than ever.

The college girl rarely woke Amy when she returned, but the few times the teen had met her sis in those pre-dawn hours, she was a different woman. Instead of her usual bubbly energy, she seemed calm and sedate; yet the older girl was obviously contented in a way that Amy envied even if she couldn't understand it.

That next morning was one of the times Amy had awoken, and finally the teen succumbed to her curiosity.

The teen was waiting for her as Brit ambled out of their shared bathroom. "Brit, could I ask you a question?"

Groggily, the college girl frowned and kept moving slowly towards her own bed. She did allow a "Sure, but make it quick," as she passed with a bit of a wobbling gait.

Amy was direct, it was past five in the morning after all. "What do you do after I go back to the room?"

Brittany stopped, turned and looked right into Amy's eyes and said, "No."

That was it; the blonde was already crawling into her bed by the time the teen could make sense of the encounter. Amy headed back to her own bed, worrying at the knot of curiosity in her mind till she drifted off to odd dreams of loud bass, blonde hair rippling in the lights and the throaty sounds of moaning.

Waking with her alarm, the teen rolled over, grabbed the phone and picked it up as it hit it's first ring.

After the clicks and static cleared, Amy gave a "Mmmmm mornin my love." It wasn't intentional, however it was the way that Sean most dearly loved to wake up with his girlfriend - on those rare occasions they had managed to sleep (and only sleep) together.

She was rewarded by the clearly happier tone in his voice, and the lower pitch that carried his own arousal right from the start. "Mmmm do you have any idea how I've missed those words, said that way... I can picture you, spread out on your bed, your eyes still sleepy, your hair tousled, oh my God you are the sexiest creature ever created."

Amy's eyes were wide open by the end of Sean's declaration. She gave a breathless "Wow," as a bright smile crossed her face. "That was, by far, the best I've woken up since I left. I can't wait to stare into your eyes when you do that again... you made me wet just hearing it!" The teen hadn't a clue how they had gotten started like this, but she was even more pleased as he continued their sensual banter.

"Oh sweet lady, I want to hear you moan my name so bad. I'm going to feast upon your hot body from your toes to your nose-"

Amy's giggled at name of their "favorite body part" didn't stop Sean from continuing "-when you get back." But she immediately gave the appropriate counter question, "Any place in particular you'd like to sample, good sir?"

"My mouth is watering at the thought of tasting your... left hip-" Again, he ignored her giggle, "-and your... right thumb-" more giggles "-and that fantastic behind the knee part, what do they call that?"

Giggling like a little girl, Amy had to breathe for a few moments to get control before she replied in her most sultry tone, "Oh baby, you're going to lick my knee pit?" she managed to finish before losing her composure and the two shared a good few minutes of laughter.

"Missed you," she said, hoping that her fond smile carried along with her voice across the miles.

"Mis-" the line crackled, then buzzed, then, with a loud snap, went silent. A few moments later, the unfamiliar beep-beep of the French busy tone sounded in her ear.

Frowning, Amy hung up and fell back into bed. She felt cheated that the first positive call they'd had in weeks should be cut off, but at the same time she tried to keep her positive attitude. 'It was a really good call,' she thought as she drifted back to sleep.

When Amy next awoke, it was past eleven and she was amazed to see that Brit had not only gotten up, but if the wet floor mat was any indication, had already showered and left the room!

Luxuriating in the shower, Amy was startled at how quickly her mind turned to the scenes of nearly-sex she had seen the night before. It occurred to her that she had been so busy with the trip that she hadn't even masturbated since the less-than-spectacular video chat with Sean.

Giving in to the sudden urge, Amy found that her nipples were already hard - she might not have been thinking about it but her body was ready! Thinking of Sean's hard body always got her going, and thoughts of how his lips made her skin feel on fire were also sure to please, but as the teen pulsed the shower head across her inflamed labia it was the image of the massive Latin man mauling Brittany's breast that flashed in her mind.

Her eyes flew open, but the next image blinded anything she saw inside that shower - the suddenly clear memory of Brit on all fours, her face buried in the crotch of some random man while another plowed into her round ass cheeks from behind.

The brunette gasped as the water strummed over her clit and the imagery brought her closer and closer to a thunderous climax when suddenly the door banged open! Amy dropped the shower head and turned to find Brittany standing in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers as she looked upon Amy through the clear glass.

"Uhm, sorry," began the blonde, but then she whipped down her shorts and sat quickly upon the toilet. A moment later Brit continued, "I reealllly had to go. So, carry on." With that, she scurried from the large bathroom and closed the door.

Amy was too mortified by the shock of being caught masturbating to continue, especially given what (and who) she had been thinking of. Worse yet, she was now glaringly aware of just how horny she had gotten over the last few weeks. She practically growled as she went about getting ready for lunch with the 'rents.

As the afternoon wore on, the teen turned her attention back to the issue that she had confronted Brit with early that morning.

They stayed in Marseille that day, and Brit refused to speak on the matter the two times Amy brought up the subject. That night, the teen was surprised when her step-sister sat her down and told her she didn't want company that night. Actually she was surprised by the reason.

"I met a guy, he's a lot of fun and I want to spend all night with him, and I can't do that if you come with. Would you please stay here tonight, I'll make it up to you?"

Amy's reply was immediate, "Will you tell me what you do after I leave?"

"Talk to me tomorrow. If you still are that hot for answers... well, we'll see."