It's been a while since I last posted. Appreciate the comments and feedback of the Babydoll series. Of course these are fictional accounts, any likenesses or similarities are purely coincidental. It takes a while to write these, because I want each to have meaning – I hope that they do. Please read the previous chapters, if you haven't. This is a taboo topic, so I know that it is offensive to many people. The material is erotic to me because it is forbidden in society. In no way do I condone such activity. This is purely fantasy. Hope you enjoy the fantasy. Any feedback will be kindly appreciated.
Chapter 05 – Christmas
It had been hard being away from home. I had been away at college on the other side of the state for 4½ months and had not been able to get home that entire time. I had never been away from home for that long. It was hard being away from my family and of course the one I missed the most was my sister Ashley.
In many ways the semester seemed to last forever, but I concentrated a lot on my studies and that helped pass the time. I really wanted to do well since my grandfather was giving me a full ride. There were plenty of distractions and many times it was hard not to cave in to some of the wild events going on around me.
I didn't live in a dorm. I lived in an apartment just off of campus. That helped a lot when it came to having peace and quiet. I was able study and get the rest that I needed to be successful. My roommate was pretty cool and never got too wild. I was able to make 4.0 that first semester and everything academically ran smooth.
There were really good-looking women everywhere at college, but none of them compared to Ashley. The way she had developed was amazing. She has all the curves in all the right places. The girl truly could be a Playboy Playmate.
She reminds me so much of Shannon Stewart. I can tell you that I have all of Shannon's pictures on my hard drive. There was no Ashley, but Shannon's pictures kept me plenty of company during that first semester. When I closed my eyes I could easily remember my days with Ashley. She was really the only woman I desired.
The day was December 23 and final exams were over, so I packed the car and got ready for the 300-mile trip across the state. I was on the road at noon and took my time getting home. It would be a 5 to 6 hour trip any way you cut it.
The entire trip my mind thought back to the past year and the closeness I had with Ashley. She was a part of my life that I truly needed. I had spoken with her several times over the fall. She always encouraged me about the fact that the time away wouldn't be that long. She reminded me that we would see each other soon and that she missed me as much as I did her.
I encouraged her to date other guys. I didn't broach the subject, but I hoped that she wouldn't go too far with any of them. I wanted her to be faithful to me sexually. I had a very hard time thinking about thoughts of her being with another guy. She deserved to have her freedom and I wanted her to mature healthfully.
I knew that our relationship was totally taboo, but one cannot help whom they love. Thinking back to the sexual connection with Ashley only brought back excitement to my 20 year-old mind. We had slowly progressed from the time earlier this year when I had taken advantage of Ash to a time when she had given herself freely to me.
Now I was going back home to some apprehensive fear of the unknown. Did Ash truly have the same feelings that we had shared this past summer? Would she want to continue where we had left off or had she turned a corner where she wanted to be with someone in a more normal relationship.
After my birthday weekend, I had discovered that the feelings sex gave us should be something special. The anticipation seemed, at the time, to be as important as the actual event. I really did not know if this was true, but I did know that when we were together that we created fireworks and I didn't want to spoil that.
I made no inappropriate advances towards Ash. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her. So we were tight, but not intimately close, until the time when I left town. I pretty much always wanted her since our first time together: but even the lonely, insatiable, lustful feelings I have for her could not cause me to overstep the inherent boundaries in our relationship.
As I drove further and further west, the sun descended slowly upon the horizon. I enjoyed the trip. The long shadows increased as the beautiful crisp winter sky released its amber hue. There is no feeling in the world like that of going home after you have been away for so long.
Taking my time, I stopped at a few stores in towns along the way to buy some Christmas gifts I even stopped at a lingerie store and bought some lingerie for Ash. It is so much easier buying intimate apparel outside of one's hometown. You aren't going to meet anyone you know and you don't have to feel weird or inhibited about it.
These were really presents for me. My imagination roamed as I imagined her in the silky baby blue babydoll and matching g-string. Then I couldn't pass on the sheer black panty and bra set. I had seen these on models, in some of the Playboys I had, and Ashley was certainly as beautiful as they were. I really hoped that I'd get to see her in these.
I had bought some really nice stuff for the others, but my mind was preoccupied with what Ashley really desired. I bought each of the women in the family jewelry. My Grandmother would receive new charms for her charm bracelet, my mother would get these beautiful amethyst earrings and necklace, Jan was going to get small sapphire earrings, and Ashley would get a beautiful long African Beaded Rope Necklace. Every item would match their distinct personalities.
After Dilly-Dallying at the stores along the way, I was ready to get home. I didn't know who would be there, but I figured that someone would be. As I pulled into town I was comforted by the fact that it appeared that nothing had changed. The landmarks were still intact and all the places I frequented seemed to be the same.
I felt a rush of excitement, as I got closer to home. Although I had talked to everyone frequently, I had not seen any of my family in well over 3 months. I think that they wanted me to get adjusted to school on my own. There had been a couple of homesick phone calls, but the family consoled me by telling me to stick it out and reminded me that I'd be back home before I knew it.
It was a few minutes before 6pm when I pulled into my neighborhood. As I drove around the block, I could see that my home was still in order. The grass had faded to its winter color and there were no leaves on the trees, but you could tell that everything had been given adequate attention.
The dusky hue of the winter evening gave home a welcome glow. It was completely decorated outside with lights, bows, and wreaths. Mom always was one to fulfill all of the traditions of Christmas. A sense of excitement came over me as I pulled into the driveway.
There were no cars in the driveway, so I really couldn't tell if anyone was at home. Parking my car, I left my belongings in it and headed for the door. As I went to unlock the door, my mother opened it and almost hysterically embraced me in a hug. When she pulled back she almost had tears in her eyes. "Oh Jimmy, I've missed you so much."
I kissed her on the cheek and uttered, "Mom, you don't know how good it feels to be back. I never knew how much I'd miss this place."
Mom was looking great. She was wearing a blue knit wrap-around dress and her make-up looked wonderful. Her hair was style with a shoulder length curly perm and the dark auburn tresses seemed to shimmer in the dazzling Christmas lights of the foyer.
Since seeing her one night last summer, I have had a bit of Oedipal feelings towards my beautiful mom, but mom has always been reserved around me and I had never thought about pushing those boundaries. I always enjoyed being close to her, whenever possible. I love her so much and I most assuredly know that she loves me.
As we left the foyer, I couldn't help ogle her hourglass figure as she sashayed to the kitchen. She looked nowhere near her 39 years. She looked even younger than she did when I left. I didn't know what she had been doing, but whatever it was, was definitely working.
As we walked toward the kitchen, she inquired, "I'm getting dinner ready, where's your stuff."
