Ella loves the holidays. All the activity and excitement, the changing of the seasons, and, of course, the time spent with family. With her relatives there was always some scandal and lots of gossip. She stays out of the drama, preferring to watch and listen and taking delight in the secrets that get spread around. Last year, Grandma announced that she had taken a lover (Grandfather has been dead for quite some time) and was planning on moving to Italy with him.
Two years before that, the story was that Aunt Fae had gotten drunk at an office party and gave the boss a blow-job in the supply closest which resulted in the big promotion she had been boasting about. That same year Ella did have a bit of the limelight, actually. She had come out as a lesbian to her immediate family and so they were all surreptitiously informing the extended family. Thankfully, Aunt Fae's conduct was far more interesting, though she did get a few strange looks from across the dinner table. Ella smiled to herself, remembering this and also the time Uncle Jim let it slip that he had found "some sort of plastic penis" in his daughter's drawer and didn't know what it was for.
Her cab slowed down, arriving at her parent's home. The house was large, much bigger that the apartment she now lived in. She remembered how glad she was growing up that the large amount of space muffled the sounds she made playing with herself, and when she was playing with others. She paid the cab driver and picked up her bags and walked in her childhood home.
She yelled that she was home when she arrived and her mother quickly appeared and embraced her: asking the usual questions about how her life was going, how the job was working out, if she was eating enough, and why on heavens has she not gotten a haircut. She answered grudgingly then said she wanted to unpack. She would have to share a room with one of her cousins and her sister and her roommate, her mother told her, because her bedroom was taken by Aunt Millie and Uncle George. This should be interesting, she thought, as she dragged her bag up the stairs. Her younger sister had just started college at the nearby university and, apparently, she had brought her roommate with her for the holidays.
There was no one in the room when she got there to put her stuff away, but she noticed some clothes and makeup around, probably her sister's doing. Ella remembered how old and mature she felt when she was 18 and starting college, now, at 23, she couldn't help thinking how young and naive these college girls were. Alter unpacking and sending a few texts to friends back home, Ella changed into a soft white tee and tight jeans with her warm winter socks. She slipped on some clean white cotton panties as well to freshen up.
As she headed back down the stairs she heard giggling; her sister and another girl were sitting in the living room looking at a large book in her sister's lap. Ella went in and greeted her sister warmly, embracing her small, lithe body, and asked her how school was going. Her sister replied that it was going well and then turned and introduced the girl next to her as her roommate. Her name was Madeline; she had long reddish-brown hair, a warm complexion, and wore a blue cardigan over a lacy white tank top with a white skirt that ended at her mid-thigh, exposing luscious smooth legs and white ankle-socks. When she looked up from the book to shake Ella's hand, (apparently, they had been giggling over old family photos) Ella was struck by the intense soft blue eyes with a sweetness, innocence, and beauty she had never seen before. Ella shook her hand, and told Madeline it was nice to meet her. Madeline just smiled at Ella. A look from those eyes and a glimpse of the upper thigh of those legs, and Ella could feel herself getting warm and a little wet between her legs. She hastily left the room and went into the kitchen. Her mother was cooking and it smelled delicious. She complimented the cook and then took a candy cane from a bowl, hoping its sweetness would distract her from the lust she was feeling for her sister's roommate. Various other relatives lounged around in the kitchen; she gave them the obligatory greetings and then slipped away to be alone in her room, grabbing a few more candy canes on the way out.
Sitting in the room she shared today, Ella started wondering if should be even be able to sleep tonight. She supposed that she could always go down to the couch in the living room, though she would have to come up with an excuse why she felt the need to change rooms. Or, perhaps, she could wait until everyone was asleep and then pleasure herself in the bathroom. That might help. Or it might make the longing worse. She could not get Madeline out of her mind. Sucking on a second candy cane she imagined what kind of panties Madeline was wearing, how her breasts looked and moved when she was naked, and if she had ever had sex with anyone before. She got the feeling maybe not. Absent-mindedly, she licked the sweet minty candy stick.
