[POV: Iris]
We pulled into Joy's driveway and I have to say... fuck, they are loaded. Her family's property is huge! There's a fucking hangar on their property! That's where her dad keeps his car collection. It's been so long since I've been here that I forgot just how much they have. It's almost suffocating.
My single mother and I have lived in the lower middle class all our lives. I didn't know or notice the impact of our difference in wealth, but just seeing all this just rears the ugly truth right into my view. I don't have any envy for their wealth though, because they deserve it for all the good them and their company has done.
"Man, Joy, I forgot just how big this place is."
"Yeah, it has been a while since you've been here, hasn't it?"
"You don't park all the way over there do you?" I say while pointing to the hangar.
"Oh, dear God, no. I may work out, but I'm not that much of a masochist."
"So you're a masochist, huh? I can work with that."
"IRIS! That is gross! Don't you dare say something like that!"
Maybe she's an S and I'm an M because I can feel a delightful shiver running up and down my spine when she scolds me like that, or maybe it's because it's her doing it.
"Sorry, sorry. Bad joke. I guess you don't like dirty jokes?"
"Please, keep them to yourself." She sighs and shakes her head as she parks the car and turns off the engine. "I know I'm kind of contradicting myself because of some of the things I joked about with you today, but that takes it too far. Come on. Let's go, you pervert."
I get out of the car and follow her in. "Lips are sealed. No dirty jokes. Got it."
"MOM! I'M HOME!" Joy says as she walks through the door.
Everything is almost the same as I remembered it. Except for new furniture and a slight change in decorations, everything is the same. I'm hit with a wide range of nostalgia. I break into a smile and rush towards her mother, who walks into the living room from the kitchen.
"MAMA MO!" I slam into her and give her a big hug.
"Well hello to you too, Iris," she chuckles out while patting my back and looking me up and down, "You've gotten big, haven't you?"
"Her boobs maybe." Oh, Joy did not just make a height joke on me.
"Excuse me, at least mine are big and voluptuous! Thank you very much."
"At least I can reach the top shelf." She sticks her tongue out at me and runs away giggling. I chase after her, but she obviously has the upper hand.
Her mom holds back her laughter and pitifully attempts to scold us, "Now girls, behave. Once you set down your things, wash your hands and come to the dining room. Dinner is almost ready."
"Alright mom! Come on Iris, let's go upstairs to my room and set our stuff in there."
You know... I thought her room would be pink and bright like a princess, but there's more muted colors than I thought there would be. The only vibrancy I can consistently see is a splash of different shades of color here and there. Mostly everything has a mix of whites, grays, and blacks. The only color aside from the yellows scattered around the room is a poster of a famous gay model, known for her outreach to youth struggling with acceptance. It's kind of an open secret she's a huge slut though.
"Alright, just set your bag anywhere and relax. I'm going to go change out of this dress and get something comfier on." She walks into what I assume to be her walk-in closet and shuts the door. I wish I could see what's happening inside.
She walks out a few minutes later wearing some velour lounge wear. Some bright yellow hot shorts and a short sleeve hoodie with a matching color. It's partially zipped down revealing a white camisole underneath.
"I don't have much that would probably fit you but, I do have a couple large shirts that I use as sleep dresses every now and again that might do. I'll give 'em to you before we bathe tonight before bed."
"Thanks. It'll work."
She motions for me to follow her into the attached bathroom. "This is the bathroom. Let's wash our hands and go eat. I'm starving!"
When we get downstairs, there's a spread of two dishes of lasagna. "Why'd you make so much food Mama Mo?"
"This one is vegan," pointing at the dish close to where Joy and I are sitting before pointing at the one closer to them, "and this one is pollotarian."
That raises a few questions so, I have to ask. "What's pollotarian?"
"We're vegetarian, but we make an exception for chicken and eggs. Actually, all the chicken we eat is raised by us. It's the only time we'll eat meat."
"Can I try a little of both? I'm actually interested to know what vegan cheese tastes like."
Joy interjects, "I actually make the cheese myself every week."
"Mmm, Joy's white and cre - OW! What was that for?!" She stomped my foot!
I turn to look at Joy and I swear I can see a stand behind her of a frightening ogre and a comical vein popping on her forehead straight from an anime. Whoops, I may have gone too far, but it was wholly subconscious. I'm innocent I tell ya!
"Another comment like that," she whispers out after, "especially around my parents," before going back to a normal voice, "and I'll make you sleep with the chickens. Am I clear?"
"Yes, ma'am." I bow my head in feigned shame, because I'll admit it. That made me wet. I'm normally a top, but I may be a switch and just haven't found the right person. Mistress Joy has a nice ring to it like it'd be music to my ears. I shake my thoughts to clear my head because my thirst is getting real.
"That's more like it." Joy turns to her mom. "Is Daddy almost home, Mom?"
"He should be." Just as she finishes speaking, we hear the front door opening and closing followed by his voice.
"I'm home everyone!" He walks into the dining room while loosening his tie. "Hey Iris. Long time, no see!"
"Hey Papa Mike!"
He walks over to his wife, Monique, and kisses her on the cheek while she says, "Go wash your hands, honey, so we can eat before it starts to get cold."
He acknowledges her, goes to the kitchen, washes his hands, and sits down. We dig in and I gotta say, everything is delicious. I eat a whole serving of each while catching up with her family. I missed this.