Part I
Well here it is, Christmas morning. All the festivities are over. All the family was here last night, opening gifts, a little wine, the kids going wild over all the presents. The house is a mess. I lay in bed knowing I didn't get the present I really wanted.
My family has no idea. They don't know what I really want..my desires.. my fantasies. They know the professional woman who is always there for everybody. The strong one in the family. The one everyone turns to when they need something. They are clueless when it comes to my needs. They don't really know me at all.
I get out of bed and walk to the living room. The tree is beautiful, but empty underneath.
I resolve to make the best of the day. I fix my coffee and start to clean up when I run across a small present that has not been opened. It is not addressed to anyone? I sit down and open the small box. It contains a piece of paper with what appears to be a phone number and the words "Let me make your Christmas a little merrier". Where did this come from?
I continue to clean the mess and then and jump in the shower. All the while wondering about the gift. I decide to call the number. When I do a female answers the phone and says; "Hello Renee', I have been waiting for you to call. I immediately hang up the phone. How did she know me and who was she? I sit there stunned. The phone rings.. I stare at it not knowing whether I should answer or not. My curiosity wins out and I pick up the phone. It is her. She explains that she lives close and has been wanting to meet. She knows my secrets. I sit there listening, wondering what she knows. She tells me how she has watched through my windows. She has seen me with you. The unbridled sex, the toys, and how hot she gets watching the things we do together.
I tell her that you are not here so her fantasies will have to go unfulfilled. She informs me that it is not you she wants, it's me. She tells me that although she has never been with another woman, she just couldn't help herself. I get excited at the thought of another woman in my bed. She describes herself, 22 years old, 100 lbs 5'2", long dark hair and dark eyes. Oh my God, I do know her. She lives only a couple of houses away. We have talked at the mailboxes while getting our mail. She has always seemed very shy and innocent..a petite little thing, fragile but alluring.
I explain that I have commitments during the day but she could come by this evening so we can talk.
I try to go about my day, the thought of what was going to happen never far from my mind. I try to be social while eating dinner with everyone, but its not turkey I want to eat. I watch the clock. A few more hours until I get my real present.
The time finally arrives. I hear her knock at my door. I look out from the side window taking her in with my eyes. She is wearing a short little skirt with a pink sweater that accentuates her small breasts. I notice her nipples alert through the sweater.
I open the door and invite her in. Her name is Takara.