Katy woke up the next morning a little ashamed of the vivid dream she had, not knowing how to handle such fantasies, not knowing she was capable of thinking such twisted thoughts as being transformed into a dog and fucked passionately by her roommate. Probably just the stress from exams making me weird, she thought, as she threw herself into the whirlwind of packing and making arrangements for the summer. She was going home for a few days to visit the folks, and then planned to meet up again with Clara to do some traveling. She shrugged it off and got her things ready to go.
The flight back to her hometown was a long one, the flight was delayed, and she was tired when her flight arrived late that night. Her mom and dad were there waiting for her. For the whole ride home they peppered her with questions about her life on campus, but she was so exhausted that she could only muster short, monosyllabic answers. As soon as the car pulled into her parents’ driveway, she picked up her bag and carried it through the front door, up the stairs, and to her bedroom. Without bothering to unpack she pulled off her clothes, leaving them on the floor, climbed into the soft, familiar bed and was asleep within seconds.
When Katy woke up the next morning, the sun was shining brightly through the windows. For a moment she was disoriented and had forgotten where she was, but as her head cleared she delighted in being back in the room she had grown up in. Katy stretched her naked body under the soft sheets and looked around. She laughed at how childish all the pony and boy band posters seemed, and how everything seemed like it belonged to someone else, someone much younger.
Katy got up, slipped a sheer silk robe over her body, and headed downstairs. The homey scent of bacon, eggs, and coffee wafted towards her as she entered the kitchen. Her mom, Karen, still a very attractive woman in her early fifties, stood at the sink rinsing dishes. Her dad, Jim, a tall slightly husky man, was just getting up from his seat as he continued to read the morning paper. He was approaching late middle age, but the strength and athleticism that had made him a star quarterback in high school was still apparent. Slouched in a chair eating sugary kid’s cereal and listening to in iPod was her little brother Cal. He was 19 and had also just come back from college, where he was majoring in… partying, pretty much. He had always been a slacker, and with a monthly check from his parents giving him enough money to live on mac’n’cheese and beer, he saw no reason to get a job.
“Hi sweetie,” her mom turned and smiled, “We knew you were tired, so we didn’t want to wake you for breakfast. If you like I can make you a nice plate.”
”No thanks, mom,” said Katy. “I’m not really hungry.”
“Well I better get going if I’m going to make my 9:00,” her dad said as he kissed her cheek, “We can catch up over dinner.” He walked to the sink, kissed his wife, and was out the door.
Cal pulled out his earphones. “Whaddup, sis? Getting’ any up there at Sugar Loaf?”
“Gimme a break, Cal,” she said and slapped his arm playfully. “I’m not home 10 minutes and you’re giving me shit.”
“Fine, I can stop,” he said, and put his earphones back in.
As Katy headed back towards the stairs, she heard the dog door flap open and a familiar klak-klak on the kitchen tile, and turned to see her family’s big black Labrador Buster come bounding toward her. She knelt down to give him a hug and was nearly knocked over as he slobbered at her nose. He was big and gentle despite his strength, and she loved playing with him when she came home.
“Hey, boy, how ya doin’?” she said as she tussled his ears, and he jumped up to lick her face. Without meaning to, she let her mouth open just slightly enough for Buster to slip his tongue inside, and the sensation of him lapping hotly at her mouth gave her a sudden tingle between her legs. She suddenly stood up, ashamed. Luckily, no one had noticed. Buster turned and padded toward the door.