Almost.

Amber was frozen. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to think. Here she was, being held by Christie's mother, staring deep into eyes holding an emotion that finally clicked: lust. She felt fingers running through her hair, just grazing her scalp... it felt so nice... she felt a hand slowly creeping from her hip around to her ass. Did she want this to happen?

Amber gazed through heavily lidded eyes at Mrs. Garcia. They both seemed to be under some kind of spell, entranced by each other. Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room as they stared deep into each other's eyes -- each seemingly daring the other to stop what was about to happen.

Amber's eyes flicked frantically up and down. There was no denying it -- Mrs. Garcia was a very beautiful woman. Despite being older and having kids, her body was still so... tight. supremely curvy hips, a juicy ass, and a generous bust made her a walking stereotype of the "sexy mexican". Amber felt something stirring inside of her that she hadn't known before. What... what if...?

The hands continued to move, ever so slightly. Tugging gently through her hair, beginning to round her backside. If Amber wanted to stop this, she had to do something now.

Still, what if? The thought pounded in her head relentlessly. What if she did nothing? What if she let this happen? Just to try it? Everything she had done up to this point had been fantasy. This was her chance. To see what it would be like. She didn't have to do anything. Just wait... and be taken.

She felt Mrs. Garcia's hand, officially on her ass. This was it. The turning point. This wasn't an innocent interaction with her friend's mother. This was charged. This was intentional. This was sexual. Amber felt trapped by Mrs. Garcia's eyes -- as though she were a predator and Amber her prey. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but give in.

In that instant, Amber made her choice. Mrs. Garcia was going to take her, and Amber was going to let it happen.

"Mom, we're gonna be la--" Christie mumbled, stopping instantly as her eyes took in the scene before her, stuck at the sight of her mother's hand combing through Amber's hair.

Everyone in the room froze. Neither Amber nor Mrs. Garcia had heard Christie open the door. After a brief moment, Christie's mom reacted, jerking her hands from Amber's body as though she had burned herself.

"No es lo que parece Christie, go back to the car! I was just telling your friend here she has very nice hair. Maybe you could borrow her shampoo, finally clear up that dandruff." Mrs. Garcia became full of ice once again as she looked on her daughter. Whether genuinely feeling critical or just irritated at the interruption, it didn't matter. She rushed towards Christie and spun her around, pushing her to the car and into the garage.

It wasn't until she heard the car door slam that Amber awoke from her stunned trance. She had just... almost... her and Christie's mom...

Amber took a deep, shuddering breath. What had she nearly done? What had gotten into her? She touched a finger to her shorts and found them damp, her thong soaked through. Holy shit, she was so turned on! Why... did she... did she want that? Was she into girls after all?

Amber shook her head, desperately trying to clear the image of Mrs. Garcia out of her mind. No, she wasn't. Admittedly, she'd been a little... wild lately, but it was still just fantasy. It wasn't like she actually had wanted anything to happen... Amber steeled herself, readjusting her hair before stepping into the garage. As she walked towards the car, she saw Mrs. Garcia sitting at the wheel, staring dead ahead -- seemingly ignoring her daughter. Christie sat directly behind her, staring at the floor of the car, not moving. As Amber approached the back seat, Mrs. Garcia immediately became affectionate and attentive, waving her to the front passenger seat.

Amber slid into the front seat, glancing awkwardly back at Christie behind her. Christie didn't even move until her eyes snapped to Amber's leg, taking in her mother's hand giving a light squeeze to Amber's thigh.

"No no, siéntate conmigo. Come sit in the front!"

Amber's eyes flicked from Christie back to Mrs. Garcia. This was fine, she was fine, it's just a car ride! Amber slowly buckled herself in, trying not to imagine what the touch of Christie's mother might mean.

"Thanks, Mrs. Garcia."

"Please, please, call me Maria!"

"Uh... okay... thanks, Maria." Amber felt strange. She had never called an adult by their first name, especially after such an... intimate interaction. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling Christie's angry stare burning into the back of her neck as they began to drive to the church. Amber began to feel annoyed. If Christie wanted to be mad for no reason, fuck her! I don't have to put up with her shit, she's the one who hurt me!

Feeling vindictive, Amber turned her head to make eye contact with Christie while lowering her hand to rest on top of Maria's, still lying on her thigh. Immediately, she felt Maria stiffen, eyes frozen on the road as she drove. Christie on the other hand, stared slack-jawed in shock before mouthing at Amber "What the damn do you think you're doing??"

"What ever I feel like, fuck you!" Amber mouthed back.

"Fuck me? Fuck YOU! That's my MOM." Christie mouthed. "Get your shitting hands off of her!"

"Why should I? Maybe she likes it?" Amber stuck her tongue out and used her free hand to flip Christie off. She felt so angry. The two of them had never fought like this. In fact, she didn't recall a fight they had had before. And here she was, in the middle of the most venomous encounter she had ever experienced, using her best friend's mom to cruelly mock her daughter. It was so twisted! She didn't know how she got here, and she didn't think about it. She just felt angry. Angry at Christie for what she had done, angry at the world for having made her feel so inadequate all these years, and angry at herself for how she was handling everything. Amber entangled her fingers with Mrs. Garcia's, eliciting a surprised gasp from her, and an outraged squeak from Christie.

By the time they reached the church, Christie and Amber were both shaking with rage. As they parked the car, Maria glanced down at Amber's hand, tightly clutching her own. As she took in the sight of the church before her, some sort of reality of the situation seemed to hit her. Fear and guilt took over, and she flung Amber's hand, shaking her head.

"I've... I've got to go. I'll save us a pew." She said, rushing off into the church and leaving Christie and Amber alone.