Kelly came up the drive from her morning run through the neighborhood to find a FedEx truck. The driver was about to ring the doorbell. "What ya got there?" she asked as she stopped running and preceded to do some cool down stretches.
"Uh, I have a package for a Miss Kelly Stone."
"That would be me," Kelly replied as she continued to stretch as she cooled down. Her baggy jogging suit was sweat stained in places and looked sloppy.
"I need your signature here and here," the guy said holding out a clipboard and pointing with a pen.
"Two signatures? Is this something special?"
"There is a receipt request pending on this delivery." The FedEx guy explained.
Kelly signed the sheet and then took the package. There was no return address on it. "Does it say who sent it?" she asked a second later.
The guy looked at a couple of different sheets on his clipboard and then shook his head. "Nope, just a tracking number."
Kelly sighed as she read a note below her address. "Do not open until Christmas or your birthday, whichever comes first."
"Someone has a sick sense of humor. My birthday is Christmas."
"Then happy birthday and Merry Christmas," the FedEx guy said with a grin as he headed for his truck.
"Merry Christmas to you also," Kelly replied as she turned the package over and over in her hand. It was small, narrow, and squishy. Some kind of clothe, maybe.
With a mental shrug, she opened the door and went inside the house.
*****
Dana, Kelly's mother was making a late breakfast as Kelly came into the kitchen. Kelly tossed the package on the counter and sat down at the breakfast bar.
"What's that?" Dana asked as she looked at the package.
"A Christmas, birthday present for me I guess. I hate having my birthday on Christmas."
"Hey, you were the best Christmas present I ever got," Dana said with a grin. "Anyway, it's saved me a lot of money over the last seventeen years."
Kelly sighed and shook her head. "Another week and I'll be eighteen. College in the spring seems so far away."
"It will fly by and then you will be on your own," her mother said with a smile as she sat a plate of eggs and sausage in front of her daughter. "I remember what it was like to finally get free from my parents."
Kelly sighed again. She took a bite of her eggs and then said, "I don't need to be free. You've always trusted me and let me do anything and everything I thought I was big enough to do."
Dana carried her plate over to the breakfast bar and sat down next to her daughter. "Yeah, you've been a pretty good kid but it's time for you to try your wings by yourself. No safety net."
Kelly leaned sideways and rested her head on her mom's shoulder. "But I love my safety net."
"Just remember that when the parties start and you're supposed to be studying."
Kelly laughed. "Yes, mommy dearest."
*****
Her mom was right, the week until Christmas flew by. Christmas eve, her mom threw a party and invited everyone they knew. Three of Kelly's closest friends showed up and another dozen friends of her moms were there also. After an hour or so, Kelly and her friends ended up in her room.
Billie Jean, better know to the group as BJ, sat cross-legged in the middle of Kelly's bed. Her short tight skirt was up around her hips, her lacy white panties showing bright against her dark skin. "Midnight is the time you catch up with us. The last one to make it to eighteen."
Lisa, the oldest of the four friends, was seated in the chair in the corner, her legs tucked up under her ass. She sighed and said, "Yeah, our baby is finally growing up."
"How would you like to go home and tell your mother that a baby spanked your ass?" Kelly said with a big grin.
Harold, the only guy in the group was sitting against the wall across from the bed, his eyes on the lacy panties BJ was showing off. "Can I get a ticket to watch this spanking take place?"
Lisa grinned and shook her head. "Why would you want a ticket to that? All you ever do is stare at BJ's panties."
"Girl, you should see the things that skinny white boys does when I ain't got them on," BJ said and then giggled.
"Slut!" Lisa said and then laughed.
"Being a slut is better than being a Ho," BJ shot back.
"Now we'll have a three way cat fight. This I've got to see," Harold said with a big grin.
BJ threw a pillow at him. "My panties are all you're going to see in a minute when I come over there and sit on your funny face." Harold and BJ had been an item since sixth grade and everyone knew it.
Harold stuck out his tongue and let it hang down below his chin. All three girls groaned softly and Harold laughed.
"Maybe you should let me do it," Lisa said to BJ. "I've always wanted to know what that damned thing would feel like."
BJ laughed and then shivered. "You couldn't handle it," she whispered softly.
"I've always wondered if the other end matches the tongue," Kelly said softly and then blushed as she realized she had said it aloud.
Harold laughed and reached for his zipper. "I could let you decide," he said with a big grin.
BJ threw another pillow at him. This one hit him right in the face. "I can't take you anywhere without you wanting to whip that damned thing out in public. Now behave."
Lisa and Kelly laughed and BJ grinned. A moment later, she said, "That thing would scare you more than his tongue. It even scares me sometimes but I love it so much." She paused and then amended her last sentence, "I mean, I love him so much."
She winked at Harold and asked, "Ain't that so, Baby."
"Long, hard, and deep," Harold said, winking back.
Kelly fanned her face with her hand and asked no one in general, "Is it getting very warm in here or is it just me?"
Lisa fanned her face and said, "Nope, it's not just you."
BJ laughed and then leaned over to get a Christmas package off the nightstand next to the bed. It was the same one that had been delivered the week before. She studied the label for a moment and read the message aloud. A moment later, she tossed the package to Kelly, saying, "Someone knows you well and has a very dry sense of humor."
Kelly almost fell out of the chair by her desk she was sitting in, as she had to reach to catch the package.
"You throw like a girl," Harold said to BJ with a laugh.
BJ sat up straighter and pushed out her ample chest. "I am a girl, dipstick," she said as she rolled her shoulders to make her bra free breasts roll around on her chest under her blouse.