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ANGELA
People should be enjoying their Christmastime, but instead they are out cleaning up their yards from the debris from the storm. What a way to spend Christmas, huh? I’ve decided to put it off and hang out on the couch instead. I’ve got to go over to my sister’s soon, and honestly this sounds better, but I would never tell her that. This is her first official Christmas with Noah, and she is stoked to have somewhere that she can entertain guests. He has been nice enough to offer up his place. I still don’t know much about the guy. She didn’t even tell me until a couple months ago that they were even dating. Apparently, she thought I would tell her it was a bad idea, him being the professor and all, but I’m not one to judge. She knows that. As long as she’s happy, I could give a fuck less who it’s with. I wish Hendrix thought like that.
Stefan and I have always had a connection, but he has always stood in the way. I think we both knew early on, but besides the kiss, we never really acted on it. How could we with Hendrix breathing down our necks? Maybe I have just been keeping myself busy, not thinking about Stefan, and for good reason. I didn’t think he would ever return to Grapevine, but he did. We might not be able to turn this into anything serious, but I’m glad we both admitted how we felt, and it’s out of the way. I’m not crazy.
Things might be a little different between us, but I don’t’ regret it in the slightest. People have told me how big of an impact having sex with someone close to you has, but I’ve never experienced it firsthand. Stefan proved to me that because of that, orgasms can be even more intense.
Shit. How am I going to get over to my sister’s? UBER surely isn’t running today, and my car is still parked at my parent’s house. This could be my excuse to get out of it, but someone would just come pick me up anyway.
I pick up my phone and text her.
Me: So, I’ll need ride over to your house. Car is still not running.
She is overdramatic and I can see her freaking out all morning trying to make sure everything is ready for lunch, but I’m just scared the food won’t be edible. Maybe Noah can cook, and everything will taste great. Leslie isn’t the person I would ever choose to prepare a meal for a holiday, but maybe she will surprise us all.
Leslie: I’ll have about a twenty-minute window. So, get your ass ready. Be there in ten.
I should have waited to text her, because now I’m going to have to be over there well before anyone else shows up, and that invites her to ask me to help. And because she’s my sister, I will. My head flings back and hits the back of the couch. Ugh. I don’t want to go!
I stand up and make my way into the bathroom, turning on the shower, and then going to the closet to find an outfit until the water is nice and hot. Since I didn’t wear a dress yesterday, I will today. My hand wrestles with the long row of dresses until I find the perfect one. A. red mid-thigh cotton dress.
I take off my nightgown, and step into the shower, letting the water hit my breasts. The loofah is saturated with body wash, and I use it to lather myself up. Stefan pops into my mind, and suddenly, I find myself aroused. After washing all the body wash away, I arch one my legs up on the shower wall and start playing with myself.
I can’t go to my sisters horny, and there is no one else around to take care of me. I wish he was still here.
My two fingers rub in circles around my clit, and I throw my head back, imaging Stefan back in between my legs, sucking on me, and how fucking amazing it feels. When I start to get close, which doesn’t take much, I switch to his hard cock pounding into me, him pulling my hair and spanking my ass yelling at me that I’m a dirty girl. Things start to heat up, and I go faster, sending myself over the edge and moaning loudly. Thank God nobody else is here. I take a minute to compose myself before turning off the water, grabbing the towel, and wrapping it around my torso. That’s better.
“Are you seriously masturbating in the shower right now? We gotta get a move on, let’s go!” Leslie says, from outside the door.
Shit. I forgot to lock the front door when he left.
There was no time to wash my hair, so I throw it back up in a high bun and walk out to find my sister sitting on my bed.
“You know that’s breaking and entering, right? At the very least, trespassing.” I say, walking over to the bed.
“Not if you gave me a key, dumbass.”
Damnit, I did. Forgot about that. Maybe it’s time I take that away. What would we have done if she walked in on us yesterday or this morning?
I dry myself off, Leslie looking the other way, and telling me about how stressed out she is. Holiday dinners aren’t something I ever thought she would do, not with her anxiety. She wants everything to be perfect, but that’s never going to happen.
“Are you going to the club or something? Why are you glowing?”
Probably because I had the best orgasms. Not that I could ever tell her that.
“New moisturizer. You should try it.”
After getting the dress on and some nude wedges, I put some eyeliner on and throw on some green earrings and a gold necklace. She eyes me, wanting me to hurry up, but I’m going as fast as I can.
I look around the room, and then use my hands to smooth down the dress. “Alright, let’s go.”
She hightails it out of the bedroom, straight to the front door. “Looks like you had company.”
“Why do you say that?” I ask, while I grab my purse.
“There’s a bed made on the floor with two pillows.” She points.
I would have cleaned it up if I knew she would just walk into my house.
“Yeah, things got intense last night, or should I say until early this morning.” I wink.
Leslie has always made fun of me for my sexual proclivities, but secretly I think she wishes she had the confidence to do it. There is nothing wrong with getting what you want, especially in the bedroom. We are all sexual beings with needs. Why should we feel bad about that? I don’t.
She opens the front door and waves me out before she shuts it. “We gotta hurry. The oven will be going off any second.”
I get her wanting to impress Noah, but cooking isn’t the way. She has other skills. My poor sister just wants to be happy, and I applaud her, because her boyfriend is nice to look at, in a hot nerd type of way. If you like that sort of thing.
She gets in, and I follow suit, as she turns the ignition.
Please let this lunch go off without a hitch or I’m going to hear about it for weeks.
