Lusting After You (GirlxIntersex)

Chapter 1

Season 1 episode 1

Kiana Lemar POV

"This is my car?" I inquired, drowning out the commotion that gathered around the fancy, black G wagon. The precise design was enough to make you think you were dreaming, and remaining here gazing in makes you pinch yourself.

"Are you sure this is mine?" I softly inquired. I wasn't your normal noisy 20-year-old girl. I just want to keep things calm, quiet, and mellow. My problem was that I couldn't quit crushing on my mom's wife, who is also my Stepmom. The stepmother who made certain I had everything, even this car.

The gleaming studs on my garment glistened with each step, and the lights around us touched it. My heels rested comfortably on the lush carpet grass as I carefully circled the automobile stand on its four black wheels.

My eyesight began to blur, and I realized I was on the edge of crying. I couldn't possible accept this present. I did nothing to deserve such a gift. Sure, I did well on my exam this year, and when she asked what I wanted as a gift, I joked that I wanted a G wagon. I wasn't serious; I wasn't thrilled with public transit, but I wasn't going to demand a vehicle either.

I felt myself being drawn into warm arms, and I burst into tears of ecstasy.

"I can't accept this gift. I don't...I don't deserve it." I said as my fingers tapped under my eyes, wiping away tears.

"Simply thank her. After all, you've earned it." My mother said as she pushed the key in my hand. When I realized this was true and that was truly my automobile, I broke out laughing and gently raised the key in the air.

"This is my car!" I shouted excitement finally struck me like a ton of bricks in my body. I leapt up, astonished that I hadn't strained my feet in the 10 inch heels.

With a wide smile on my face, I tilt my head to Stefano. She took a step back from the invited guests. Stefano was never one to blend in with the throng, preferring to find solace in a quiet spot. Mom would frequently feel terrible for her and send me over to keep her company. Which I like. I like her company a bit too much, and I frequently divert our discussion in unexpected directions.

She had a one-sided grin on her face. She lifted a champagne flute toward me, one hand swaying in her trousers suit pocket.

"It's all yours." She spoke while relocating slowly. I figured she was going to the gazebo outside. She made it three months ago for her alone time.

"Thanks." I returned her smile before she turned away. Her towering form moves further away, disappearing over the little slope. Over the hill, the roof of the gazebo, which resembled an upside down cone, could be seen.

"We no longer need to drop you off and pick you up from college." So I anticipate seeing you every holiday and every second weekend." My mother stated.

"Now that's a little too much."

"Come here, you know I'm joking." She stated this as she wrapped me in a tight hug. I draw her in closer because I honestly miss my mother.

With my academics and needing to maintain the college lifestyle, I couldn't even phone home. Some might assume it's all about studying, but if you end up in the wrong business or one that parties every night, you're in for a treat. In a 24 hour day, I had to manage partying, studying, and courses. Plus, I have a personal life outside of college, which includes checking in with families and old school acquaintances; the last thing I want is for them to think I'm neglecting them. They were there for me, and I owe them gratitude.

I take a step back from Mom, my hands softly massaging her arms. Her bright brown eyes twinkled with excitement.

"So college isn't seeing you for another 4 months, huh?" She said with a grin, flashing her Hollywood grin. She had veneers done two years before. Straightening the crowns of her teeth and bringing out her smile even more.