I Could Get Used to This

It had seemed like such an innocent and minor request that of course Kathy had said yes to letting Diana’s daughter Leah stay with her for a few weeks while she found a place near her new job. Kathy didn’t know Diana that well, but since they worked together, it just seemed rude and awkward to refuse.

Leah seemed pleasant enough at first, if a little entitled. But as the days past, that entitlement started to annoy Kathy. Leah just assumed that Kathy would prepare meals for her. Dishes piled up in the sink, unwashed until Kathy got to them. Dirty laundry strewn across her room. Her tendency to wander around the house in just her underwear.

She was a pretty girl and Kathy didn’t blame her at all if she was proud of that, but this wasn’t her place and she wasn’t just dashing from her room to the shower and back. She’d come out and browse the fridge for snacks or sit down to breakfast in just her panties and bra. Which was how Kathy discovered that Leah didn’t even shave.

Once she noticed, Kathy found it hard not to stare, and to wonder. If she didn’t shave her armpits, did that mean? Kathy had always shaved, it just never occurred to her to do anything else. And so her eyes wandered from quick glances at Leah’s curly pit hair, down to the cute, skimpy, panties that she kept wandering around in. She knew she shouldn’t. She knew it was inappropriate and yet, she kept looking. Leah certainly wasn’t shy or hiding anything from her.

Things came to a head three weeks in.

“I’m out of clean clothes.” Leah announced. “Didn’t you do laundry this week, Kathy?”

“Did you bring it out?” Kathy’s voice was tight with irritation.

“No, but I just thought…” Leah gave her a sulky look, clearly aware she was in the wrong, but refusing to back down anyway. “I mean, how hard is it to just get them from my room?”

“Why would I go into your room?” Kathy snapped, exasperated and ready to put this spoiled brat in her place once and for all.

“You probably go in there all the time, don’t you, Kathy, so you can sniff my dirty panties?” Leah’s voice was like silk as she went on the offensive. Kathy’s eyes widened, not prepared for this. “I’ve seen you looking. Mom says you’re into women. Is that why you let me stay, Kathy? Do you like looking at younger women?”

Kathy felt her face flush. It wasn’t true, she’d never taken Leah’s underwear or any of her clothes. But she had looked, and Leah knew that. Her pause was all the weakness that Leah needed.

“You want a fresh pair, is that it?” The girl was openly mocking now. “If I give you my panties, will you wash some clothes for me?”

As she spoke, she walked over to the chair and sat down. Kathy’s eyes widened as the girl started to pull her pale, blue, panties down, revealing a neatly trimmed bush.

“Oh… you like that, don’t you? Is this why you’ve been staring, Kathy? Is this what you’ve wanted to see?” She stopped, leaving the panties around her thighs. “Well, go on, then. Take them off!”

Kathy stood and stared, unable to look away, her throat tight, her heart pounding in her chest It was what she’d wanted to see, and she wanted to see more, but to admit that…

“Hurry up Kathy.” The edge to Leah’s voice was noticeable. “Take off my panties, then go wash my dirty clothes.”

Kathy knew she shouldn’t, knew that this would only be the first of many surrenders, and yet… she knelt. Hands trembling as she reached out and pulled those panties down Leah’s thighs. Eyes glued to the curly hair of her bush and the pussy beneath it.

Leah leaned back, legs splayed, no sign of embarrassment. Kathy’s face burned with shame and yet, to her horror, she could feel the wetness between her legs as she knelt here before this girl half her age.

“I could get used to this.” Leah’s voice was thick with satisfaction and, maybe something else. Kathy stared at the girl’s pussy, was that…

“The laundry can wait a few minutes Kathy. Why don’t we discuss a more permanent living arrangement. You know what to do.”

Heart pounding, face still burning, Kathy leaned forward, tongue coming out.