Christmas Party
Just a story I wrote for Christmas last year, but it took too long to finish and this year barely finished the editing when I returned to it.
Akosua inhaled deeply as she sat at the kitchen table.
"Mmm, about time to get the cookies out of the oven." She looked down at her checklist. "Once the cookies are done that will be the last check mark." This would mean everything would be finished and ready for her Christmas party. This was her fifth one in a row. She grinned as she thought about the previous four.
The first year she had managed to shock them with her frank sex talk. The second year she showed porn in the living room on the large TV. They weren't conservatives, but when a woman in her forties is that open about sex to a group of twenty-somethings, it can be a bit overwhelming to the young people. The third year she gave them all naughty things to wear, lingerie for the women and minimal leather wear for the men. With some persuasion she got them to change, the women in the bedroom and the men taking turns in the bathroom. Finally the previous year she had cornered them one by one to give them oral. She was quite sure that each did not know that the other three had been recipients as well.
This year she was going to go all out. She felt a slight twinge as she considered where she would go with this in further years, but she quickly set these thoughts aside, confident that she would come up with something next year. The timer went off and she checked to find the cookies were indeed done. She had just arranged the last of the cookies when the doorbell rang. Grinning she practically ran to the door. When she opened the door it revealed a young woman in her mid-twenties and a dark complexion that revealed an Arabic ancestry. Akosua quickly pulled the young woman inside. She barely restrained herself from kissing her guest.
"Hi, Azar. You're the first. Feel free to sample my baked goods, while I get the tea." Akosua took the kettle from its base and placed it on a tray with mugs, sugar, milk and an assortment of tea bags. Walking to the table the doorbell rang again. Grinning wide she carefully placed the tray on the table by Azar. As Azar selected her tea Akosua once again returned to the door. She opened it to reveal a young woman of Indian descent and a young man from Thailand. She shrieked excitedly without the slightest sign of self-consciousness.
"Ritu, Sunan good now almost everyone is here." Ritu attempted to speak, but she was dragged through the door and into a very enthusiastic embrace from Akosua. Sunan followed, slight tension on his face as if he was resisting his own discomfort. However this didn't last long as Akosua drew him into an equally enthusiastic embrace. Finally she released him and led them to the table to join Azar. Seeing them situated she turned around to return to the door. Moments later the doorbell rang. She opened the door to reveal a nervous young man with short dark hair.
"Azat, wonderful, now everyone is here." He had barely entered when she pulled him close and pressed her lips to his. He almost immediately swooned and she heard catcalls and clapping behind her. She ignored them for a short time before breaking off the kiss to turn around. "What?" Azar nodded to Azat, who was looking dazed and blushing hard. She turned back to them. "What?" Ritu grinned, trying to avoid laughing until she had spoken.
"Did you use your tongue?" She barely finished speaking before she burst out laughing which soon had the other two joining in as well. Akosua quickly grabbed Azat and lead him to the table, where he sank slowly into a chair. Soon they were all enjoying the results of her baking. Azat gratefully accepted the tea and after a few sips seemed almost completely recovered. Ritu was the first to break the silence.
"So, what's your next surprise, Akosua?" Akosua tried to look innocent, but avoided Ritus's eyes.
"What do you mean?" This time it was Sunan's turn to laugh.
"Four years straight of outrageous behavior? I think we partly show up to see what you'll do next." Akosua's mouth dropped.
"I thought you all had fun." Azar patted Akosua's hand.
"He's teasing you, Akosua dear. We all love coming to your parties. That being said I'm curious too. What's the plan for this year?" Akosua shrugged.
"Wait and see. Although if you're ready, I'll start the music. Be prepared to sing." Sunan immediately spoke.
"Seriously a sing-a-long, Akosua?" Akosua grinned.
"Think about me and singing in the same sentence, let your imaginations go." The others didn't chime in as they considered what she had said. She stood and gestured towards the living room.
"Coming?" They nodded and grabbed their mugs and plates to follow her to the living room. Once they were seated around the living room, Sunan with Azar and Azat on the couch that they often joked was decadent, and Ritu took a chair opposite Akosua. Once they were situated she used a remote to activate her sophisticated sound system. The music started low and came up slowly, all wondering what she could possibly do with what sounded like typical Christmas music.
However when the singing started it wasn't until they had been singing along that something felt off. At first they weren't sure what. Suddenly it occurred to Ritu that the song they were singing didn't include lyrics noting someone's attributes, but she was now starting to think about the other guests and their hostess. Particularly she was starting to imagine what they might look like naked. This finally came to a head when the lyrics described rubbing against someone. Ritu was torn, she couldn't decide who she wanted to be writhing against. The last notes of the song were fading away and Ritu shook herself, but before she could say something to Akosua the next song began. The new song was a bit more explicit about undressing and touching the other person in a less than innocent way.
