Stepmom

Chapter Two

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  "What about this one?" I ask emerging from my walk-in wearing a little black bikini. Crystal and I decided to have a pool day, and since there was 'fresh meat' I had to look good. Well, according to Crystal.

  "That's the one!" She grinned giving me two thumbs up. Crystal's bathing suit was two little pieces of fabric covering her areas. We made our way out to the pool and hot tub while grabbing a bottle of champagne on the way.

  "Ugh, I so needed this. I've been so stressed." Crystal groans as we lean back in the hot tub.

  "Why?" I ask wondering could make Crystal stressed out. Not finding a pair of shoes that perfectly matched a $3,000 dress? Or maybe not being able to spend money fast enough.  

  "I think Harold wants to have a baby." She shrugs her tanned shoulders. I wondered if David and I would ever have kids. I know I eventually want to, but I don't know about David. He already has two grown children of his own and I don't know if he'd want to go through raising anymore children. I laughed mentally picturing 24 year old Chanler with a baby sibling. How could you explain that to a kid? Your brother's older than your mommy.

  "Mom!" Chanler shouted bouncing out of the house with his sidekick, Devin. The boys have turned my sweet house into a frat house. At any point of time there's guys here leaving their empty beer cans wherever. I even found a pair of panties in the bathroom when I was cleaning. And they weren't mine. I shuttered just thinking about it. Maybe having kids isn't such a good idea.

"Mom?" Crystal laughs, instantly perking up at the sight of men. Eye roll. Typical Crystal.

"Stepmom." I corrected as Chanler smirks at me. I'm pretty sure he calls me mom because he knows it irritates me so much. I'm not even old enough to be anyone's mother. Besides his real mother is like fifty, which I'm not even close to.

"What are you two fine ladies doing out here by yourselves?" Devin asked practically eye-raping Crystal. Like she'd even mind.

"Waiting on you two to come out." Crystal winks at Devin which pretty much sets him over the edge and he jumps into the hot tub, sitting next to Crystal.

"We were thinking about having a party here tonight, is that okay?" Chanler asks me as Devin and Crystal continue to flirt almost making me puke.

"Oh, I don't know. You're dad doesn't really like when I have a lot of people over." I blush. David was antisocial the only people he has over is his work partners and turns me into a waitress.

"While the old man is away, the younger will play." Devin joked. Man, he should be a rapper with his mad skills.

"Come on! I wanna get drunk." Crystal pouts drinking out of the champagne bottle and scooting closer to Devin.

"If David found out he'd be pissed." I say shrugging my shoulders. Besides I knew no one would help me clean the house and I didn't want to clean the whole house after a party. I don't even like cleaning after a couple people. And I don't know how I would like strangers doing whatever in my house.

"Now you're acting like he's your father. Look it's your house too. Not just his." Chanler grinned. He was right, I was acting like a old party pooper. I'm nineteen I shouldn't be acting 40. I should be out partying. This is my house too. I shouldn't be afraid of my husband getting upset.

  "Fine. But not too many people." I say sternly as they all cheered around.

A few hours later it was unclear whether Chanler was deaf or just stupid, there were people streaming into the house like ants.

"Are you ready yet?" Crystal asks from the bedroom as I sat on the toilet trying to get ahold of David, but these days I feel like I haven't heard from him at all. I was honestly trying to waste time seeing how I didn't want to face the hundreds of people outside my bedroom. I've made Crystal do my makeup and then redo it, I had to straighten my hair, and pick out a outfit. Truthfully I just didn't want to party. I wasn't in the mood.

"Hey babe. It's Tiffany. I just wanted," I started into David's voicemail as Crystal barged into the bathroom and came straight for my phone trying to pull it away from me. "I just wanted to check in. Um I gotta go so call me back." I yell into the phone as Crystal forces the phone out of my hand and hangs up the phone call.

"We are going out there, right now." Crystal glared at me, her manicured hands on her hips. I nodded and followed her out of the bedroom fearing she'd kill me if I tried to stall again. I almost went deaf as we stepping out of the room. My door blocks out sound pretty good because the walls were literally shaking to the music. The party looked like one straight out of a movie. You had to push people out of your way to get through the hallway and down the steps. In the kitchen there was millions of liquor bottles and in the living room throngs of people were grinding on each other to the music. It was amazingly crazy.

"Here. Drink." Crystal demanded placing a red plastic cup into my hand with a drink that looked like vomit.

"What is this?" I gag. The drink smelt as bad as it looked. Was she trying to poison me?

"It's called Sweetie Pie. One cup of that and you'll be set." She winked as I tipped back the drink. And she was right. A little while later I had no idea what was going on. One minute I was dancing and the next minute I was smoking a joint with some guy I'd never met before and he was mind fucking me talking about the government and space. He almost came in his pants when I showed in the little alien tattoo I had on my wrist. Luckily Crystal pulled me into the dance floor before he got back to talking about Obama.

  "This is soooo fun!" Crystal yelled over the music as I danced on her and she danced on some guy. It was like the grinding centipede. It don't remember the last time I had this much fun.

  "We should do this every night!" I giggle turning around to face her.

  "You're drunk!" She yelled as we continued to dance to some rap song. Who listens to rap anymore?

  "You're pretty!" I yelled back biting my lip. Maybe I was drunk, but Crystal is gorgeous. She should be on magazine covers, not married to an old man. I wonder if that's what people thought about me.

  "Kiss! Kiss!" The guy Crystal was dancing on shouted, obviously hearing my compliment. Crystal grabbed my face and kissed me, noticing the people cheering us on. Attention whore. Not that I minded.