Kat was excited to come home from college for the winter holiday. Her first semester had been pretty rough - her roommate was a nightmare, her grades weren't so great, and her boyfriend had dumped her because he felt like that being tied down was hindering his college experience.
She was a bit of an emotional wreck, so all she wanted to do was to eat some home-cooked meals and stay in bed all day, avoiding the world around her and enjoying her time off from university. She pulled into the driveway of her suburban family home, sighing as she parked her car. She was relieved to be back. She took a deep breath of the fresh, crisp, New England winter air as she got of the car, smiling.
Kat stood by her car for a second, admiring all the Christmas decorations and how prettily the lights twinkled in the snow, before walking up the steps to her porch and opening the front door. Inside, it smelled like cinnamon, vanilla, and pine. "Kat?" she heard her mother call out.
"Hi Mom, I'm home!" she responded as she walked towards the kitchen, following the sound of her mom's voice, shedding her scarf and coat along the way.
"Sweetie, it's so good to see you!" her mother exclaimed, sweeping her up into a hug. Even though her mother was in her late 40s, her and Kat looked almost identical. Both had long, golden hair, piercing blue eyes, and chiseled features. "Was the drive ok? Oh, you remember Vanessa right? She's been helping me bake for your welcome home dinner tonight." Kat turned and swallowed deeply. Vanessa was their neighbor, a tall, raven-haired beauty with smoldering hazel eyes and voluptuous curves. She had always been intimidated by Vanessa, but also enraptured by her.
"Hi Kat," she said in her melodic voice, smiling at her from across the kitchen.
"Hi," Kat managed to get out. Her eyes lingered on Vanessa's chest, which was barely contained by the tight v-neck sweater that she was wearing. She admired Vanessa's breasts enviously, wishing that her cleavage could be as pronounced as hers. Kat's mother started to tell her about the details of the evening, but Kat barely paid attention. Her eyes were still trained on Vanessa, watching her every move, how her breasts bounced with each movement, how her hips swung from side to side as she walked around the kitchen, showing off her perfect ass that was accentuated by a tight black skirt.
"Sounds good, Kat?" her mother asked.
"Yeah, sure," Kat mumbled. She had felt a stirring in her body, a hot wave of desire for the curvaceous woman standing in her kitchen, intently bent over a bowl of homemade frosting. "I'm going to change really quickly, I'll be right down," she said, heading for the staircase that led to her old bedroom.
Once in her room, Kat fumbled around in the top drawer of her dresser, searching for her little bullet vibrator. Her nipples were hard, pressing through her lacy bralette, and she felt the wetness beginning to drip down her thighs. Upon finding it, Kat stripped off her clothes and laid on the bed, with one hand on her small, perky breast and the other gripping the vibrator.
The vibrator started with a small hum, and Kat let out a small sigh of relief as she worked it around her clit in small circles. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and imagined Vanessa, completely naked, resting on the kitchen counter, with the white frosting on her beautiful, large nipples that Kat was slowly licking off, cupping Vanessa's breasts with her hands...The fantasy was interrupted by a light knock on the door. Kat let out a frustrated groan and shut the vibrator off.
"Just a minute!" she called out, and ran to her closet to find her red silk Victoria's Secret robe. She pulled it on and opened the door, and was shocked to find Vanessa standing outside.
"Hi darling, sorry to interrupt, but your mom wanted to let you know that she went to go buy some decorations for the table tonight. She'll be back in about an hour or so."
"Oh, ok," Kat squeaked. Vanessa gave her a sly look.
"You ok? You look like I've just caught you doing something naughty." Kat flushed crimson with embarrassment.
"N-n-no," she stuttered. "Why would you say that?" Vanessa let out a small laugh at Kat's poorly constructed defense.
