Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy about things that would be unforgivably immoral and very illegal in real life.
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James and Ellie opened their front door and stepped into the living room. The dim light of their Christmas tree gave the room a pleasant glow, while the sounds of their neighbors' party remained audible, despite the late hour. Ellie's hand was wrapped around James' waist, and she leaned against his shoulder.
"I hope you're not too tired," she said. "But if you are, you can open your presents in the morning."
"Shh," James said.
"What?" Ellie asked.
"The door wasn't locked," he replied. "I thought I locked it."
Ellie tensed. She reached for her key and realized it was missing from her pocket. James put a cautionary hand on her arm as he walked further into the room. "Wait here," he whispered, and moved silently down the hall.
Ellie waited, her hands rhythmically clenching into fists and then releasing. Surely no one would rob a house on Christmas eve, right? She shook her head. It wasn't conceivable. They'd just been to a lovely party, although the hosts were a bit conservative and frustrating. For Christmas, she'd gotten James the perfect present. And in January they were going to try for a baby. The universe would rue the day it tried to fuck with any of those plans.
A sound in the living room made Ellie jump. Her keys in her hand, she inched into the room, looking for anything out of place.
It took a moment for Ellie to notice the unusual addition to the room. The tree was still standing and there were no people lying on couches or hiding in corners. As she stepped in, however, she did see a shape beneath the Christmas tree, far too large to be a present.
Approaching cautiously, she caught sight of a familiar flower-print skirt, just like their neighbors' niece, Melissa, had been wearing. Sure enough, Melissa was lying facedown across the footstool, her arms folded beneath her head. A bottle lay on the floor, surrounded by torn scraps of wrapping paper, half of them soaked in spilled liquor. Ellie looked closely at the crimson and gold label and her anger flared.
"I think someone broke in," James whispered loudly from the hallway.
"She's in here," Ellie said.
James walked in, saw Melissa, and sighed. "Well, that's not as bad as I thought."
Ellie gritted her teeth. "I got you a bottle of Glenquidditch 50-year. It took me two months to find a place that sold it. And she-"
"It's alright," James said, reassuringly. He took her hand and squeezed it lovingly.
Ellie huffed, "It's not alright."
James put a hand around her shoulder. She allowed herself a moment of refuge in his arms, then leaned down to pick up the dregs of her gift. Only a swallow remained; Melissa had drunk or spilled the rest. She passed him the nearly empty bottle.
"Well," she said, gesturing down at the sleeping form. "Merry Christmas. I got you a drunk college girl."
He smiled ruefully and drank the lone sip of Scotch. "Just what I always wanted." He glanced down at Melissa's sleeping face. "She's definitely got a drinking problem. I guess we should decide whether to take her back or call the cops."
Ellie considered her options. If they took Melissa back, her aunt and uncle would certainly give them a dozen excuses and nothing else. They weren't unkind, but certainly had a high opinion of themselves. Their niece was an excellent student and such a wonderful person, they'd say. She may have made a tiny mistake but it's nothing worth worrying about. As rich and well-regarded as they were, she suspected they'd have the police in their pockets, too. There had to be some way to teach Melissa a lesson.
Ellie's gaze wandered down to Melissa's legs. She wasn't wearing stockings and she'd left her shoes somewhere, likely to soften the sound of her steps. Her pale, bare feet and legs glowed in the warm light of the Christmas tree. It was unseasonably warm, so she hadn't needed a jacket or sweater. It occurred to Ellie that Melissa was only wearing a dress and underwear. If she woke up wearing less than that, she'd panic, wondering what she'd done the night before. Particularly if her bra and panties were missing.
"I don't know," Ellie said, slowly. "I've got a better idea."
"What?" James asked.
"Well," Ellie replied, "She is your Christmas present, and it's after midnight. Why don't you unwrap her?
James looked at his wife in disbelief. "Honey, are you sure?"
Ellie nodded. "When she wakes, I want her to be missing some clothes. She'll spend the week worrying about who she let down her chimney. And, you get to see her naked. Win-win, right?"
"You are devious, honey," James smiled.
Ellie smiled back. "Let me help you."
She reached underneath Melissa's arms and began to hoist her up. Melissa slumped against her, breathing deeply. Ellie held her, letting Melissa's head rest on her shoulder. She caught James' eye, then glanced pointedly at the zipper on the back of Melissa's dress.
Grinning, James reached out and began to pull down the zipper. Slowly, Melissa's pale back was revealed. When the zipper reached the small of her back, James paused, then began to ease the dress off of her shoulders.
"I was one of those kids who always tried not to rip the wrapping paper," he said, drawing a laugh from Ellie.
"I couldn't do that," she said. "I was too excited to see if I got what I wanted."
