Holly knocked on the door. This was her sister Mary's house. It might have been hers if she had held onto Cole. Instead her sister had married her boyfriend and now lived in this lovely house in the suburbs. The house had been trimmed for the holidays - lights twinkled from the edge of the roof, reindeer frolicked in the dark yard, and a short Santa stood guard at the side of the door.
All this Christmas cheer was enough to make her want to escape to a dark bar somewhere with even darker music playing. Somewhere she didn't have to make nice. She stiffened her spine, running away was not an option. She was not sure how sick their mom really was, but she had been too frail to cook up a storm at Thanksgiving like she did every year. So Holly had agreed to make nice with her sister, just to comfort mom.
Not that it would comfort mom to know her daughter had just spent an incredible afternoon making love to a woman. What an experience, what a contrast! Cole was so impatient, a few pumps and he got off. Holly was left sweaty, sticky, and unsatisfied.
Not so with Candy. Holly had made the first move. Knowing what to do was easy, she just touched Candy in all the ways she had ever dreamed of being touched. She knew how to bring herself pleasure, it was the only sex she had enjoyed before today. Exploring Candy's body was a pleasure, it was like hers but different. Her breasts were fuller, her hips softer, her pussy tasted of peppermint. She was starting to get wet just thinking about it.
The door finally swung open. Her sister blinked at them. Holly decided tonight was worth the satisfaction of seeing the look of confusion and then shock on her face. The confusion because at first she had not recognized Holly. The shock when she did.
Holly and Candy were shining with body glitter. Holly's red dress flowed around her body, softening the angular lines of her lean figure and adding the excitement of appearing ready to fall off at any moment. In contrast, the white dress Candy wore clung tightly to every curve, promising a roller coast ride.
"You finally made it," said Mary.
Holly felt surprisingly calm, great sex could do that. "I was busy."
Candy giggled.
Holly's sister stood frozen in the door for a moment. "I guess I'll have to set a second place."
They followed her into the house. The dinner party had already started. The food smelled good and the wine was flowing. Everyone turned to stare when they entered the room. The only person Holly knew was Cole.
She was saved from the awkward entrance by Candy. Candy leaned in closely, her body pressing against Holly's side, and whispered, "mistletoe."
She was right. They were standing under a sprig of mistletoe hung over the entrance to the dining room. All her revenge fantasies against Cole had not included this scenario. She slid her body around so she was facing Candy. She ran her fingers through her long, soft hair. She slid her hands around Candy's face, paused for a moment to look her in the eyes and then leaned in for a long, leisurely kiss.
Candy's lips also tasted like peppermint. She was so sweet, Holly wanted to devour her again.
"I don't have another seat," announced Mary. Her voice sounded loud and harsh, but maybe it was just in contrast to the utter silence that had fallen on the room when the two woman kissed.
All the men quickly volunteered their seats, but Holly firmly declined. She slid into Cole's lap and Candy took the seat next to them.
Cole did not object, he did not protest the insult to his wife. Underneath her, she could feel his hard erection. She wiggled deliberately and he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I can't believe this," objected her sister. "Why don't you just dance naked on the table?"
Holly considered this. She picked up the wine bottle sitting on the table and took a long shallow directly from it. The oak table look solid.
Holly stood up, braced on either side by Cole's legs. "Is that why you invited me? Was pictionary too boring? You needed some real entertainment."
"I did this for mom."
Holly laughed. She handed the bottle of wine to Candy. She pushed Cole's table setting aside, sending the plate, flatware, and remaining food crashing to the floor. Slowly she climbed onto the table so that she was kneeling on it. Her feet stuck off the edge and pressed against Cole's chest. Her ass was nearly in his face. She had felt how aroused he was, she hoped it hurt him not to touch her, not to slide his hands around her ass right now.
Still crouched like an animal, she turned to look at Candy. Candy smiled back. No one at the table move or spoke, the entire dinner party stared. Holly rose to her feet and stood on the white tablecloth in her red high heels. Without music, it was hard to dance but she did it anyway. She slowly pulled the dress off one shoulder, exposing her breast. She was not wearing a bra. Her nipple was hard and perky, anyone could see she was enjoying this.
Her sister was not. "Cole!" she yelled. "Stop this!"
