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Happy Holidays

By: Veronika



I really wasn't sure about coming all this way for Thanksgiving, didn't want to interrupt your holidays with your family, but you sounded so sweet on the phone the other night that as soon as we hung up, I called and booked a ticket. I caught my breath when I first saw you at the airport, I'd forgotten how wet you make me with that simple, crooked smile. 

The ride back to your house and the ensuing night are all a blur - all I know is that the stolen kisses in the kitchen and the furtive groping coupled with all the wine I had with dinner have only served to heighten my desire for you, and I know that if I don't get you alone soon, feel you inside me again, that I'll explode.

We've waited through a movie and the news and just when I didn't ever think your dad was EVER going to go bed, he yawned and stretched, patted you on the head as he walked out of the room and said goodnight. 

We pretended nothing was happening and made a big show of going to our respective bedrooms and wishing each other goodnight loudly enough so that your parents could hear, and each closed our doors with a solid thud. What they couldn't hear, however, was when you whispered to me that you'd come get me in an hour.

My heart was racing when I heard your knock on the door, and I eased it open as quietly as I could. You reach for me, kiss me, slide your hands under the silk camisole I'm wearing and then push it up to expose my breasts to your eyes, lips and tongue. You bend your head forward and lick each of them, then let my top fall and take my hand.

It feels almost like we're in high school again, sneaking from one bedroom to another while your parents are asleep, knowing that the slightest misstep will give us away in this creaky old hallway. I'm trying to stifle giggles, but I've always been bad at that, and I can tell that you're getting a little frustrated with me. "Jesus, shut UP," you whisper, "you're going to get us caught!" I'm trying to, I really am, but it's hard, and the harder I try, the more difficult it is.

"You'd better control yourself," you say as we creep past your parents' bedroom door, "or I'm gonna have to gag you or something."

That helps a little, but not much, because for some reason, that turned me on a little. "Oh yeah?" I shoot back, "what're you gonna gag me with cowboy?" and I dissolve back into giggles.

"This," you say, as you push me against the wall and shove your tongue into my mouth again. "That enough?" 

"Nope," I say, "you're gonna have to do better than that."

"Fine." You push down on my shoulders until I slide down the wall to my knees and in the dark, I can barely make out your big cock an inch or two in front of my face. You push it towards my mouth, but I won't open for you. "Open your mouth and swallow my cock, bitch," you say, and when I open my mouth to protest, you move forward and push yourself between my lips.

I stay still, not moving my head at all and let you move your hips back and forth, fucking my mouth. Your hands are in my hair, tangled and pulling just a little because you know I like it.  I'm not one to kneel idly by while the action happens, so I grab your dick in one hand and pull my mouth off, pumping slowly with my hand while I circle the head with my tongue, focusing in on the sweet spot right underneath. You're my favorite kind of lollipop, and I lick you, suck on you and give your big, hard cock a thousand little tiny licks and kisses.  You're the one groaning now, and though we're right outside your parents' door, you don't stop, even though I try to shush you.

"Don't make me gag YOU," I tease, and you grab my head and shove your cock back into my mouth, in and out and in and out and I can feel you getting even bigger on my tongue. I take you all the way into my mouth and swallow you as you start to come, thick, hot spurts in the back of my throat.

You pull me to my feet and kiss me, and I feel your cock between my legs, still hard. You pick me up and as I wrap my legs around you, I feel you slip inside me, hot and hard.  You're holding me up against the wall, so you're controlling the pace, pumping harder when you want to, slowing down when it suits you. "Give me your tits," you whisper, and I lift them up to you so you can bite the nipples hard.  

You pull out, step back and sit me down on the high window seat in the hallway, pushing your cock into my mouth again and I taste myself on you. You let me suck your big shaft for a minute, then pull me into your room and lay down on your bed.  "C'mere," you say, and I do, climbing over you to slide down on your dick. "No. Come HERE," you insist and pull my hips toward your face.

You push your tongue deep inside me, licking my slit, sucking on my clit and my first orgasm hits hard. I lean back and close my eyes and I'm there, writhing and bucking my hips in my pleasure. I'm trying to be quiet, but it's not easy, I don't want to, I want to scream. 

"Fuck me, please fuck me," I whisper, and you push me off you, onto my knees and position yourself behind me and thrust in, all in one velvet stroke. You feel so fucking good, so fucking big inside me, and you've got me by the hips, thrusting hard into me, once, twice, ten times, and I know that you're gonna make me come again. And again.

You smack my ass once, and I know from how hard you're pumping that you're getting close again, too. You tell me that you love the way my cunt grabs your cock, that you love me, that you need to come, can't hold it any longer.  I start to come, I feel your dick twitch, feel you come too, and it feels like we've climbed the mountain together and leapt off the other side and we're falling, falling, but it's so fucking good I want to do this forever.

Neither of us speaks for a few minutes, we've just collapses onto the bed in a heap and there's no sound but our ragged breaths. We fall asleep together, tangled around each other, but before the sun comes up, you're shaking me softly and I stumble back to my own bed, sleepy and sore.

I can't wait for tonight.

Happy Holidays



"Damnit Kit, if you don't move your ass, we're gonna be late."

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Jeez, you're the one who's dragging me to this damn thing. I don't even work at this place. Why do I have to go to a stupid holiday party?" I screamed from the next room, where I was trying to remember where I put my other shoe.

"Well I just got this job and I want my boss to like me. He's such a hottie. He's bringing a friend of his and he said I should bring a friend, so I figured bringing the hottest friend I have is the perfect way to get in good with the boss."

"Thanks Jana, it's nice to know that you're using me so you can get into your boss's bed. I'm so glad I can sacrifice my body for the greater good. AHA!" I screamed as I finally spotted the shoe, trapped under the pile of clothes that Jana had thrown everywhere in her attempt to look her best. Just figures that she want us to be early and she's the reason we're late.

I grabbed my purse off the bed and as I ran to the door, did a quick check in front of the floor-length mirror I had by my door. In all my hurry, I'd actually managed to look decent. But then again, it's not hard when you got my sense of style. My body helps too. The blue halter cocktail dress hugged my curves in all the right ways and, although I wasn't as well- endowed in the breast department as Jana, I definitely knew how to flaunt what I had. I must admit that the dress was a bit scandalous. It dipped low in the front to reveal just the right amount of show-stopping cleavage and the slit up the side accentuated my best assets, my legs. I checked my hair in the mirror (not much could be done with the pixie cut I'd be sporting for the last few weeks) and headed out the door, to where Jana was officially having a cow.

When we walked into the party, I could tell that I was way out of my element. Here I was expecting a high class, coat and tie kind of event, and I ended up in a room full of people who were trying to look metropolitan. I could have come in my bathrobe and still been the best looking in the room.

Jana saw someone she knew and ran off, leaving me stranded in the Twilight Zone. I inched my way toward the buffet table and grabbed a drink. Then I headed outside onto the balcony. As usual, I'd let Jana use me for one of her crazy ideas.

I hadn't been standing out there long when I started to get a little cold. I turned to go back inside when I noticed a man watching me. I couldn't see his face because it was too dark where he was sitting but I knew he was looking at me. I decided not to go back inside because I'd have to walk by him to get there. I turned back around and stared out at the city lights.

"Hi, my name is Morris. You don't work with this office, do you?"

I knew it was the guy who had been watching me. I turned around to tell him to go away and stopped dead in my tracks. God, he was beautiful. I hesitated for a minute as I scanned him from head to toe. He definitely did not belong with this crowd. He must have been a friend of one of Jana's co-workers. He was tall, a lot taller than I am. I'm only 5'4," so he was atleast 6 feet. He had dark hair and dark eyes that seemed to look right through me. He was dressed in a black tuxedo and he was stunning. I think I drooled a bit. 

"Excuse me, are you ok?"

That's when I realized that I was staring. I shook myself out of my daze and answered him.

"Yea I'm fine. And no, I don't work here. I'm a friend of Jana Francis. My name is Katherine Daniels. Everyone just calls me Kit."

"Well Kit, you look a little cold. Would you like to come inside with me?"

I was freezing. Thats what I get for wearing next to nothing. I grabbed my drink off the ledge and let Morris lead me inside. Maybe this party wasn't going to be so bad after all...

Morris led me to a small room, off the main hallway that led to the party. It was decorated too so I assumed it was for people who wanted to get away from the mania of the party. No wonder it was deserted. Morris and I sat down on one of the couches and he got me another drink.

"So you work here," I asked him, when he came and sat down.

"Something like that," he said, smiling to himself. "You're very beautiful. I was surprised to see you here. I've never seen anyone as lovely as you. I guess that's why I was staring at you. That, and the fact that you're a bit overdressed."

I laughed and looked at him. "So are you. I didn't realize it wasn't this kind of party or I wouldn't have dressed up so much."

I was looking at him more and more intently during our conversation. The way his hands moved when he talked, the way his lips moved... I was going to have my fun tonight.

"You know, you were right. I do feel a bit overdressed. I'm gonna fix that." 

I got up and pulled my dress off, up over my head. I don't know what possessed me but I decided to wear my black lace garter set under my dress. I could tell Morris appreciated it. He didn't say anything but he got up and locked the door.

He came back over to me and we started kissing. God, his lips felt just as amazing as they looked. He let his hands wander all over me and I pressed by body against his. I wanted to feel more of him. I was frantic and I grabbed at his jacket, trying to get it off. He unbuttoned it and threw it on the floor. His shirt and tie followed shortly after. 

His body was amazing. Every muscle was defined and tone. I ran my tongue all over his chest, licking his nipples and in between every muscle. He was beautiful.

He obviously couldn't stand my being even partially clothed, because he threw me on the couch and started ripping at my underwear. The snaps on my garter belt would never work again and my panties were in shreds on the floor, right next to my bra. I liked that underwear and would have objected, but the words were gone from me when he buried his head between my legs.

I was in heaven. His tongue was long and thick and he pumped it in and out of me as he rubbed my swollen clit. I was so wet and he greedily lapped up all the juice that was flowing from my pussy. I needed something inside me and I guess he could see that because he forced two fingers deep inside me and I cried out in pain and pleasure. He fucked me fast with his finger and teased my clit with his tongue. 

I was so close and I could feel myself about to go over. I felt another finger push inside of me and I came instantly, bucking my pussy against his fingers and burying my face in the couch to muffle my screams. Morris finger me until my orgasm subsided and then his fingers slipped out of me. I opened my eyes and saw him standing in front of me, completely naked. If it was possible to be even more beautiful, he did it. 

I began to reach out to take hold of him, but he grabbed my hand and flipped me over. I felt the head of his cock against my pussy lips and I tried to push back onto him but he held my hips and wouldn't let me move. He just rubbed the head of his cock up and down my swollen lips, until I was begging him to fuck me. When I couldn't take it anymore, he slammed into me and buried himself deep inside me. I came instantly, my pussy contracting on his cock, and he started to fuck me as my orgasm continued.

He fucked me slowly at first, deep hard strokes, letting me feel the entire length of his cock moving inside me. I clenched my pussy muscles on his cock and he moaned my name over and over. Soon he was fucking me harder and faster, and I could feel his cock swelling inside me. I knew he was gonna cum and I begged him to fuck me harder.

He slammed into me over and over, and I could feel his strokes getting shorter and faster. Just as I expected, he whispered to me that he was gonna cum. I pushed him away and turned around, just in time to have him cum all over my tits. He just kept spurting over and over, and I could see his balls contracting as he milked every drop out of his cock. 

I licked the last drops of cum from the head of his cock and massaged his cum into my breasts, as he stood and caught his breath. Then I got up, pulled my dress over my head, pushed my destroyed underwear into my bag and left the room.

"Where have you been?!" Jana cried, as I walked back into the party. She was standing with a short man who I assumed was her boss. "I've been looking for you everywhere. I wanted you to meet my boss but it seems he ran off somewhere. This Rick. He works in the office next to mine."

I looked at Rick and we exchanged awkward hellos. So he wasn't the boss. I figured I'd better meet this guy and get it over with. Just as I was about to ask her a question, Jana squealed. "There he is!" she exclaimed. 

I turned around just in time to see Morris walk into the room with another, shorter version of Rick. Oh jeez. Jana bounded over to the doorway and chatted with them for a bit, leaving Rick and I to stand awkwardly in silence. 

"Kit, this is my boss friend Joe. And this is my boss, Morris Houser."

I chocked on the champagne I was drinking and turned around. Morris looked at me and winked. 

"Mr. Houser, this is my friend Katherine Daniels," Jana said. "Hello Kit," said Morris, smiling this time.

Jana looked puzzled. "How did you know her nickname was Kit?"

I looked back at Morris and grinned. "Let's just say we've met before."



Happy Holidays



Julia looked out from her balcony at the sprawling city of Roma. Traffic seemed to pulse and roar in the night as everyone made their way to their entertainments before the holiday season truly started tomorrow. Feeling the cold she closed the door and smiled at the preparations she had made for tonight. 

Glancing nervously she smiled as she saw the voluptuous vixen that looked back. She wore a robe of the thinnest silk that revealed more than it hid. She had pained the lips of her cunt and her nipples a bright red so that they would stand out even more through the thin fabric. Wearing this in public would have resulted with the Polizia arresting her not to mention Marc's career being destroyed as her not being worthy of the youngest Senator in the republic.

Still this was to be a private occasion with Marc and her two dear friends Dom and Claudia and it was the holidays and everything that meant. As tradition demanded the servants were released from their duties for the period and no doubt they were enjoying their own celebrations.

Looking again at the mirror she stroked her full, firm breasts seeing that the cold had made her nipples hard. She was completely smooth everywhere except her head. Some older women considered the fashion to be un-Roman but few took notice of them and it made for such lovely orgasms as she had told her friends in the baths as they gossiped of those in society.

She was considered very attractive by most that saw her. She knew the curls of her blonde hair framed her dark eyes, straight nose and full lips gave her the look of a living statue of Venus. It was said that those who could help his career had often asked Marc about her. 

Thinking about Marc made her shudder with suppressed pleasure. Only newly elected to the senate he still had the hard body of the young officer who had been acclaimed the hero of one of the numerous fire fights against the Eastern terrorists. She had been pleased when he had pressed his suit and he had been as good in bed as she had imagined him to be. It was whispered that he would go far in the course of honour and that meant power and riches in time. 

Then as she thought of him he appeared and she rushed into his arms. He pressed his lips to her and grasped her asscheeks in his hands. She again admired his manly jaw and nose that had been broken and reset in one of his fights. Then laughing he released her and looked at her from head to toe.

"That is positively indecent and if we did not have friends over I would rip it from your body this very minute," he said.

"You're late," Julia remarked.

"The traffic was terrible and old Gabby wanted to talk about me putting up some anti-terrorist legislation in the New Year," he said slowly.

Realising what he said and what that meant she squealed," That's great! Does that mean they will back you when the elections come up for the city managers?"

"It might but let's see what happens. We need to be firmer with those religious fanatics. I know no politics time for some fun," he laughed again as he waved the glance of disapproval from his face.

He started to take off his formal clothes as he made his way to the bedroom.

"Can you get me some wine while I change, I know Dom will be here soon he was giving in a report at the Capitol when I was talking to our esteemed speaker for the Senate," Marc said over his shoulder. 

After a quick peck to his cheek she poured a deep red wine into one of the newly bought glasses from Syria. She admired the blue and green colours that swirled through the clear glass. 

Carefully holding the glass she took it to the bedroom where Marc was rubbing his body with a damp cloth. Like her he was without hair except for some hair at his chest and on his head. She stared with admiration at his cock. Julia considered it to be beautiful and she loved to see the veins stand out when it was hard and ready for her. It was of a good size perhaps not as long as others were but it was thick and he knew how to make it give her pleasure.

"How is Dom? Claudia says he impressed his bosses up north," Julia asked as she casually stroked Marc's hard buttocks.

"He certainly did. He found a cell of fanatics and brought them to justice what they don't say is that he found a couple of high powered sympathisers who were removed from their posts and sent into exile," he remarked as he slipped into a silk robe that was as transparent as hers.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted the conversation and both of them rose and entered the atrium as the doorkeeper let the other couple in. The woman sported brazen locks that could only be a wig and hid her body in a thick mantle. The man also cloaked had the blackest hair and eyes that anybody could describe. The face itself could be described as made of flint since it seemed so hard.

However both sported big smiles as they saw their friends and the woman threw her body into Marc's arms while the man gave Julia a greeting kiss. As he did she felt his hands run along her body. Julia laughed and looking at Marc saw that Claudia had exposed his cock and was tweaking it as she tried to arouse him.

"Enough time for that you two," Julia laughed.

Then taking the wine she had already poured she allowed Marc to give the salutation," Happy Holidays."

After a quick gulp they all moved back into the room where they would be eating. The fire burnt slowly chasing the heat away from the room and the couches had been placed so they could eat from the low tables next to them.

Warm Claudia dropped her mantle exposing her slim body. Unlike Julia Claudia was not curvy but had slim hips and small breasts. Those who knew her also knew that she was a woman of intense passions and needs. When Julia saw what she was wearing she was amazed.

"And I thought I was dressed indecently," Julia said as she raised the woman's arms.

Claudia wore a garment that was made of chains of gold, silver and pearls that moved each time she did and covered nothing of her naked body underneath. Laughing the other woman kissed Julia's lips lustfully and tweaked the red nipples beneath the thin silk. 

"So you like what I'm wearing Lia. I had it made especially for tonight," Claudia purred into the other woman's ear as she licked the lobe.

"You wicked woman," Julia replied as she slipped her hand beneath the strands of the dress and touched the other woman's breasts.

Reluctantly she moved away from the other woman knowing that soon they would again be embracing. Turning she found that Dom had removed his cloak and wore only the briefest of loincloths which would when he moved expose his cock and ass-cheeks. Unlike the others he was covered in hair in the normal places. Julia realised that he would have stopped his Roman habits when he had been hunting the terrorists.

Still he looked so brutish and powerful and to Julia incredibly desirable. Without another word, Julia stood next to the man and took his cock in her hand and kissed him passionately. As she felt him stirring another person joined them reaching between her legs and stroking her cunt-lips feeling the wetness there and replacing her by kissing Dom as passionately. 

The breaking his kiss Marc turned to her and said," Let's eat and talk before we enjoy a more intimate discussion."

Slowly they agreed and taking position on the couches they began a slow supper of wine, light food and conversation. Avoiding those subjects such as religion and politics that were always set to make a party too sober they discussed gossip and the lighter things of life.

As the wine took hold the men grew bolder. Marc who lay beside Claudia slipped his hand beneath the chains and stroked her exposed body softly teasing her as she rubbed her ass cheeks against his cock which would be getting all the harder as she well knew. Julia smiled as they were teasing each other while she slipped her hand beneath the loincloth again and enjoyed the feeling of Dom's cock that grew hard and ready for her use. 

Taking her robe he pushed it aside and dripped wine on her breasts so he could lick it from her body. When he stopped a little she slipped the robe from her body and naked she pressed her body against his.

Near her she could hear the groan of pleasure that escaped Claudia's lips as she felt Marc's finger part her wet lips and plunge it into her cunt. This was at the same time that Marc his robe open was being jerked off by Claudia.

Smiling Julia pushed Dom onto his back and straddled his body. Expertly taking his cock into her hand she guided it between her red painted cuntlips and eased it into her ready orifice. She felt his long, slim cock push deep into her. Now she rode his cock as she rubbed her clit, feeling the first of many orgasms. His hands caressed, teased and tweaked her nipples and stroked her body. 

Gasping with delight she felt the delicious pleasure of her cuming as his cock went in and out of her cunt. The feel of hair against her lips was unusual and even excited her more. As always he responded to her and he ground his pubis against the clit that she continued to rub. He tried to control his fucking and keep from cuming too early and he watched the pure passion that flowed over Julia's face as she came. 

Beside them Claudia and Marc were reversed into a sixty-nine oblivious to the other couple. Her lips wrapped about his cock that pumped in and out of her mouth. He was licking her bare cunt running his tongue along her smooth soft lips and flicking every now and again at her exposed clit. As he felt her body tighten and relax he knew that she was cuming and he would lick he juice that escaped through her hot, swollen lips.

Then there was a deep satisfied moan as Dom hips shot forward and cum shot into Julia's cunt. Her muscles seemed to tighten about his cock as he thrust into her shooting cum deep into her. 

In reply to his cuming Claudia and Marc broke into frenzied action as she came again and his cock shot cum deep into Claudia's mouth. Unlike many women she swallowed the bitter liquid and slowly untangled her body from Marc's, as Marc's cock softened and slipped from her mouth. 

Dom and Julia lay together sharing a glass as they waited for the other two to join them. Sighing with contentment Marc offered Claudia a glass of wine as she slipped off her clothing that had become a tangled mess. Now all of them were naked and cum covered.

"Well that's a good start to our night but we must give our gifts," Julia said as she flounced off to a cupboard and brought out two packages covered in green coloured silk. 

Claudia also moved getting two brightly wrapped objects from a pocket in her mantle. 

With both women holding their presents they presented them to those they had intended them for. Claudia held a slim box that she opened and laughed as she removed a cock carved in black marble. It was of medium length and thickness. Feeling it she was surprised that it seemed warm and she felt she recognised the cock itself and then she started to laugh.

"You wicked girl this is Marc's cock," she said giggling,

"Of course and it took me some effort to get the artist to see it at its peak without the master seeing," Julia replied smirking.

"Well thankyou my Dearest when Dom's away I will be able to have some fun with it," Claudia said.

Julia now opened her gift and was surprised to find two hollow egg shapes attached by a thin gold chain and four open gold rings. Shaking the eggs she could feel a liquid move inside. She looked quizzically at the other woman.

"They are pleasure eggs. You pop them into your cunt and go for a walk. It is though you have a cock inside you and it is so arousing. I sometimes have to stop and cum. I even cum as I have walked with someone I know," Claudia remarked smiling.

Taking one of the rings she continued," These go around a cock when it is erect so that it stops a man from cuming and that makes him last until you are ready to let him cum. Dom lasts forever and we just love it when I let him explode."

Julia's smile widened even further as she considered what fun she could have with the presents she had been given. The two men had books, Marc a book of erotic illustrations and Dom a book of erotic poetry.

Her eyes alight Claudia walked over to Julia and kissed her on the mouth. 

"Why don't we try out the presents?" she said.

Julia answered that question by kissing her again and then took a breast in her hand as she pulled it towards her mouth. Her nipple slipped between the lips and rested against her tongue. Her tongue that massaged the hard nub of flesh that was Claudia's nipple. Claudia's hands meanwhile slipped over Julia's hips and touched the still wet lips of her cunt. 

"Hmmm let's lie down on the couch," Julia said.

Quickly they lay down again on a couch the men watching the delights of womanly love and masturbation. Being old intimate friends they masturbated each other and watched as the women settled head to each other's cunt.

"Yesssss!" Julia hissed as she felt Claudia slipped one of the eggs into her cunt. 

It seemed so strange until she moved her hips and then it seemed to move inside her and it felt very nice. Then Claudia seeing her friend's hips rock back and forth slipped the second egg in. 

When Julia moved the eggs would move in different ways so that it seemed she was having the egg move into her and out of her at the same time. 

"Ohhhh that's so good," she groaned as she came.

Gathering her thoughts a little she took up the marble phallus and placed it between Claudia's wet lips. Then with a firm thrust she pushed it deeply into the other woman's cunt. Using her other hand she flicked the other woman's exposed clit and she felt the woman's body shudder with the pleasure. 

Then Julia came again as Claudia locked her lips over Julia's clit and attacked it lustfully. The feeling from her cunt made Julia even more active with the cock in her hand. Both women became locked into a cycle of orgasm and pleasure. Then unable to take anymore they stopped and watched as Dom and Marc their hands wrapped about each other's cock and jerked each other off.

"No we need your cocks in us," Julia cried and taking two of the new cock rings she moved next to the men. 

Though unused to them she placed them as the base of the men's cocks and closed the soft gold so that the rounded edges touched. The rings stopped the men from cuming and then she led them to Claudia and she made Dom lie on the couch. Claudia realising Julia's intentions straddled her husband and guided the hard cock to the entrance of her cunt and sat on it. 

Marc all the time stood behind Claudia as Julia oiled his cock and then dripped oil between the other woman's ass-cheeks. Tenderly she oiled the woman inserting her finger and rotating it until she was sure that the other woman was ready for Marc's cock. Then leading her husband's cock she encouraged him to thrust his cock into her ass.

Of course he needed little encouragement and thrust smoothly into the woman's bowels. Claudia took it easily since she had many times had a cock there. As she felt the men pump their hard flesh in both of her holes she gasped and groaned with her pleasure. Her cunt pulsed and squirted as she came and it also seemed that she came from ass and cunt equally. 

Watching the threesome Julia pumped Claudia's marble phallus in and out of her cunt. It was erotic watching both men fucking her friend. Their cocks pumped in at the same time and pulled out at the same time. She knew from experience the feel of the two cocks was almost overpowering and you could cum so many times. It would become too much to endure after a time. 

Julia gasped as she came but it seemed almost lazy compared to what she saw in front of her. Then Claudia croaked that she needed them to stop and Julia drew them away as the woman swooning gulped a glass of wine. Their cocks still stood rigidly at attention and now she knew it was her time. 

Taking again the oil she wiped each cock clean with the silk robe she had once worn and oiled the cocks with their angrily pulsing red heads. Then it was Marc who was straddled his cock rising and falling in her cunt as she sat above his hips. 

Behind her she could feel Dom's breath as she felt oil poured and applied to her ass and her hole penetrated by a finger that stretched her open. Then she felt the feel of his cock as it pushed into her. She gasped, though this had happened often the feel of a cock in the ass was still something that gave her such a thrill. 

The cocks began to pump into her and she came and came. They filled her and then left her wanting them again. The pleasure washed over her and she knew that she would have to stop soon.

"Cum for meeeeee!" she groaned.

As she did Claudia pulled open the rings and as they opened the dam burst. Cum shot through cocks and they pulled them from her body so that they could wash her with it. Spurt after spurt sprayed her until they could give no more. 

Finished they could barely move. They felt so satisfied and it was Claudia who cleaning the cum from Julia's body suggested a hot bath to refresh them. The men merely nodded as they drank letting their wives prepare the baths for them. 

"I hear the congratulations are in order," Dom said quietly after the women had left.

"From Caesar himself no less. They need a good man as Procurator in that nest of vipers," he continued.

"It's more to do with the family I think but it will give me some thing to lay before the plebs when the elections come up in two years," Marc said.

"I need a good Prefect and you did well in Germania. Cleaned out that ring of Christos fanatics," Marc asked his unspoken question. 

"The women won't like it being left alone it being a hardship post but that's the cursus honorum for you. I'm your man Marcus Antonius. Perhaps we can visit where your ancestor and his Queen defeated Octavian creating this Romano-Egyptian Empire," Dom replied. 

The sound of Julia's voice summoned them to the baths. Rising Marc took Dom's forearm and said," Then let their God save the Christos fanatics and terrorists Titus Flavius Domitian."

Kissing the man again on the lips he then said," Ave Saturnalia" 

"Ave Saturnalia Marc. Hmmm Prefect of Jerusalem and Samaria to the Procurator of the Palestine well it will be good for some boasting," he said laughing as they staggered to the baths.



Happy Holidays Ch. 01



In-Flight Entertainment

Ali whimpered into the wall ahead of her, trying to be quiet as I pushed my cock deep inside her willing pussy. Her naked back quivered and shimmied as I ran my nails down her back in time to my thrusts. To our right, the bathroom mirror dripped with steam and heat. I could feel her soft hole tightening around my prick as her moans increased, the musk of her sweat and arousal thick in the enclosed space. Her hips bucked against mine, her fingers caressing my balls as she tried to get as much of me inside her as she possibly could. I was doing something I had never imagined even in my wildest dreams: I was making love to Ali Jensen in an airplane bathroom . . .

It all started when I was arguing with the ticket checker at the departure desk.

"Sir, guitars and similar baggage are supposed to go into Checked Baggage!" the overweight ticket agent snapped. I could hear an anemic version of "Jingle Bells" playing over the airport speakers. The departure lounge was less than half-full; I was lucky that very few people wanted to fly home today.

"If you do that, pal, you may as well take a hammer right now and smash this guitar," I said, pointing to my Ibanez electric guitar in its black gig bag. I was working really hard at being reasonable. "Isn't there a closet or something where you can stash it for the flight?"

I could see his nostrils flare, his overgrown nose hairs fluttering as he inhaled. Oh yes, the 737 had a closet for situations like this, but the attendants wanted to save that space for executives with $3,000 Armani suits, not some bohemian university student who couldn't even afford a hard-shell case for his guitar.

The ticket agent, his chubby face set in obstinate lines, opened his mouth for another tirade. I tried not to wince; he had bad breath.

"C'mon, buddy, cut the kid a break," someone behind me groused. "It's Christmas and you're holding up the line."

The ticket agent visibly deflated. He looked over to his female partner, who gave him a barely-perceptible nod.

"All right, pal," he said with bad grace, "you can give the fucking guitar to Debbie over here; she'll make sure it gets on board. But you better . . ."

His threats subsided into incoherent mumbles as I pushed past, slinging the gig bag over my right shoulder. "Thanks," I said to the other agent, giving her my best smile. I could see her lips twitch as she handed back my ticket and ID.

"Try to have that guitar in a hard-shell case next time, all right, sugar?" Debbie said as she took the gig bag and placed it next to her desk. She wore cheap, flashing Christmas tree earrings that clashed with her dark blue suit jacket.

"I'll do what I can," I promised her, pushing the ticket and driver's license into the breast pocket of my black fleece jacket.

She was trying hard not to smile as she shook her head. "Get on the goddamn plane." She jerked her thumb towards the tunnel leading to the aircraft. She knew I was bullshitting her. I hate checking their guitar; I'd heard enough horror stories about what airlines do to musical instruments and had no desire to see my semi-hollow Ibanez turned into a tire chock for a 747.

As I walked towards the tunnel, somebody called out from the line behind me.

"Rick?" the familiar voice called out. "Is that you?"

I stopped, stunned.

"Oh my God, baby!" Ali Jensen squealed as she leaped into my arms, nearly belting me across the back of my skull with her book bag. "You're on this flight too? That's so amazing!"

My arms tightened around her without even thinking about it. Ali's hugs are never to be missed: she presses her entire gorgeous body against the lucky recipient. I had only gotten two hugs from Ali in the four months I had known her, but each one was burned into my memory. I could feel Ali's pelvis pushing against mine; I was firmly telling my penis to stay down.

Ali and I knew each other in passing, but we weren't close enough for her to be acting like this towards me. What the hell was going on?

"Pretend to be my boyfriend," she hissed in my ear. Her gold nose stud rubbed my cheek. "Please!"

I didn't need to be told twice! My left hand slid down to the small of her back, pressing her hips against mine. "You naughty girl," I told her, swinging her slightly as I leaned away from her. "Why didn't you tell me you were on this plane as well?" Pushing my luck, I kissed her noisily on the lips.

"Surprise, sweetie," she giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her long, slightly curly blonde hair brushed my cheek.

"Hey, lady," the ticket agent snapped. "You just jumped the entire line--"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir." Ali blushed as she turned to him. She gave him her best penitent look as she handed him her ticket and passport. "Here you go."

I could see the guy visibly turning into goo as she turned the full force of that charm on him. I didn't blame the guy; Ali has that effect on guys.

"Well, mmm, well, I suppose . . ." Without being aware of it, the ticket agent was already feeding the boarding card into the slot. "I'll let it go this time. Merry Christmas."

"Why thank you, sir." She smiled as she allowed her long fingers to brush his as she took back her travel documents. "And a Merry Christmas to you too."

"My, uh, pleasure . . ." The guy's hand combed the long strands covering his bald spot. I could almost see the steam rising from him as he turned to the next passenger.

"You want to tell me what that was all about?" I breathed in Ali's ear as she pulled me down the tunnel towards the aircraft. Did I mention she also smelled great? Healthy, young body mixed with some perfume that I couldn't identify.

Ali shuddered. "Rick, I totally need you to run interference for me. This suit was hitting on me in the departure lounge, and he happens to have the seat right next to me on the plane. He's not taking no for an answer and I don't know how else to get rid of him. Can you pretend to be my boyfriend during the flight?"

Pretend to be Ali's boyfriend for five-and-a-half hours? My brain just melted.

How best to describe Ali? My buddies and I had a four-point rating system for hottie girls at our school: the first level was Carnage, then Extreme Carnage, followed up by Maximum Carnage. The top level was Medieval, otherwise known as the "they give Maxim girls jealousy fits" level. Ali was one of three girls on campus who had achieved that exalted status. She was about 5'9", nicely curved, and firm in all the right places. Nobody was surprised to learn that she was in Theatre; the big shock came when they discovered she was in the Directing Stream. Despite her looks, she apparently had no interest in being onstage.

"Can you do that for me? Please?" She turned those melting brown eyes on me. "I'll totally make it up to you."

Now, if I was one of those Slick-Dick types, I could have said something really smooth, something like "I know how you can make it up to me, baby," and this whole scenario would have ended with her mouth wrapped around my cock. Unfortunately, I can't do smooth. Hell, even the prospect of pretending to be Ali's boyfriend on this flight was making my throat close up. It took me until Grade 12 to lose my stammer, and it was only after I had been playing guitar for six years that any girls started to notice me.

"Sure," was my best reply. What can I say? I'm a stupid noble bastard.

"Thanks so much." She smiled and squeezed my arm. "You're the best."

"No problem," I said, while cursing my ineptitude. Couldn't I come up with anything better than this?

I'm a little over six feet in height. I'm in good shape, a little underweight (living on a student's budget will do that to you). I even grew my brown hair long to save money on haircuts. I have no visible scars and girls often tell me I have a nice smile. I've had one or two one-night stands, and even a girlfriend or three, but I'm no Lothario. On better days, I like to think that I'm good-looking but Ali was so far out of my league it wasn't even funny.

Hello," said the bottle-blonde flight attendant at the end of the tunnel. "May I see your boarding passes, please?"

"Um, is there any way we could sit next to each other?" Ali asked. She put her head on my shoulder as we passed over our boarding cards. "I didn't know Ricky here was going to be on the same flight as me, and," she giggled, "we'd really like to be together." She snuggled close as sweat beaded my forehead. Down, boy, down, I mentally told my cock.

"I'm sorry, but you're in completely different rows," the attendant replied as she checked our boarding cards. "This flight is half-full but airline regulations state that everyone needs to stay in their assigned seats."

"Listen." Ali leaned towards the attendant, losing her airhead act. "There's this really obnoxious guy who has the seat next to me. My friend Rick promised he'd pretend to be my boyfriend for the flight, but--"

Ali broke off as someone else walked towards the aircraft door. This guy was taller than I was, and the expensive tailoring on his dark suit wasn't quite enough to hide his developing gut. He had average looks, and an above-average ego. I could also see the indentation on the third finger of his left hand, where a wedding ring had recently been. Way to be inconspicuous, asshole.

"Why, hello there," he said to the flight attendant as he reached into his pants pocket. What little hair he had on the top of his head was heavily greased. "It's a good thing I kept this warm for you."

"You're in Row 36B, sir." The flight attendant's professional smile froze up as she took his boarding pass. She pointed towards the back of the plane. "You're on the left side of the aircraft, aisle seat."

"36B?" He smirked, looking down at her breasts. "Yeah, I'd say that's about right."

The suit winked at the flight attendant as he turned away from her. She waited until his back was turned before rolling her blue eyes. He gave Ali the once-over before looking at me. His eyes narrowed as he saw Ali's hand on my arm. I grinned up at him as I patted Ali's wrist; letting him know she was off-limits. His fleshy face hardened as he stalked down the aisle towards his seat.

"Is that the guy?" the flight attendant asked when he was gone.

Ali nodded.

"You weren't exaggerating." She shuddered. "Don't worry about a thing, honey. I'll take care of it."

* * *

We settled into our seats. I gave Ali the window, so I could have the aisle seat. I pulled off several layers of clothing, leaving only my Pearl Jam t-shirt and jeans. For some reason, the airlines always overheat their planes in winter.

I tried stretching out, shoving my stocking feet into the aisle so my knees wouldn't cramp up. My hiking boots were under the seat in front of me. Flying economy is agony when most of your height is in your legs. I had taken out my copy of the Hedwig and the Angry Inch score and was looking through it. The school was putting on the musical in February, and I was in the backing band.

Ali had also kicked off her shoes. "I didn't know you lived out West," she said to me.

Ali had also stripped down in the overly warm plane. She wore a long skirt, and what I refuse to call a 'wifebeater' shirt. I tried hard not to look at her tits; I could see she was wearing a lace bra under the tight top. She was leaning against the seat, looking at me. Her blonde hair framed her face, making her look like an angel. Ali wore no make-up, but then she didn't have to.

"Yeah, in Vancouver," I said. "You?"

"My folks are in Merritt, but I got a job waiting for me in Penticton." She had a copy of Fast Food Nation open in her lap. "I'm in the snow patrol at the ski hill near there, doing Search and Rescue."

"Sounds pretty sweet," I replied. "Do you make good money?"

She nodded. "I've been working SAR for the past three years. The company told me that I can come back there any time I like."

"Nice." I could feel myself getting tongue-tied. It's always hard for me to talk to a girl I like, and I had been seriously desiring Ali ever since I had met her. I couldn't think of anything else to say, and any time that happened to me, I said nothing. I stared down at my score, making notes in the margin.

"Hey, Rick." Ali put her hand on my arm. I tried not to jump in my seat at her touch; her fingers were incredibly soft on my wrist. "Thanks for pretending to be my boyfriend like this. I really appreciate it."

"Hey, no problem."

"No really, I wanted to thank you for helping me back there," she said, squeezing my wrist. Her rounded face was serious, with no hint of artifice in her expression. "Most guys would have taken this as permission to stick their tongue down my throat, and you've been really cool. I'm not going to forget this."

"Hey." I tried to smile at her. "Anything for a friend." I tried not to wince as I said that.

"Thanks," she smiled. "You're awesome." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and went back to reading her book. I turned back to the Hedwig score, trying not smash my head against the upright meal tray. Anything for a friend! Nice one, dumbass! Right now my thoughts about Ali were anything but platonic. I was imagining how her tits would look, freed from her bra, and whether or not she was a natural blonde. My cock was rock-hard, twitching at my jeans. I laid the sheets of paper across my lap, hoping she wouldn't notice how hard I was. It wasn't easy; hiding a 7" inch erection is no picnic.

I tried to concentrate on the score, listening to that little voice cursing me for my stupidity.

* * *

"Do you have any gum?" Ali asked, a few minutes after we were airborne. "My breath stinks."

"Sure." I didn't think so, but I pulled out my black fleece anyway. I knew I had some breath mints in the inside pocket. "Let me check."

I rummaged in the pocket, trying not to blush as my fingers found a few things that definitely weren't breath mints. I pushed the plastic packets aside and found the little metal box.

Just then, the plane jumped from some turbulence. My hand slipped out of the pocket, sending the contents all over Ali's skirt.

"Whoa, what do we have here?" She grinned as she picked up one of the condom packets in her lap. "Were you hoping to get lucky?"

I could feel my face heating up. "Uh, no." Oh shit, my stutter was coming back. Nice timing. "My...roommate must have...put them in my jacket...as a...practical joke. He always jokes about...you know, the Mile-High Club?"

"Oh really?" She opened the box of wintergreen Altoids and popped one in her mouth. Her lips were twitching. "And were you looking to find someone to join you?"

"Well . . ." My face felt like a blast furnace. I was usually pretty relaxed around women, but Ali's presence was making me act like a 13-year-old with his first erection. "I wouldn't say no . . . but--" My throat closed up.

"Are you okay?" she asked, all teasing forgotten. "You look like you're about to have a heart attack."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "Just a...stutter."

"You stutter?" she asked. "I didn't know that. Oh my God, I'm so sorry. You hide it really well."

"It took me a long time, and I haven't totally gotten rid of it," I said, forcing myself to calm down. "Sometimes it jumps out at me...like right now."

"I'm sorry." She put her hand on my wrist again. "Is that why you rarely talk?"

"Yeah."

"Jeez, I always thought you were arrogant."

"What?"

"Well . . ." She seemed at a loss for words. I was surprised; I never thought Ali would be like this. "You rarely talk to anyone, and you play guitar so well. My friends and I all thought you were too cool for the room, you know? And you're always with Esther Green, I figured you were . . . you know."

I frowned. "I'm not seeing Esther."

Her mouth dropped open. "What? But I thought...I mean, you guys are always together--"

"Oh yeah, she's my busking partner but we're not dating," I said. Esther Green and I made really good money busking together on-campus and in the subway stations. She had an incredible voice, and a figure to match. She was on many guys' (and many girls') lust list but I had no interest in her.

"Oh my God . . ." She seemed at a loss for words. "Everybody I've talked to thinks . . . you guys are so close--"

"We're close friends but I have no interest in screwing her," I said. "You know the old saying: Don't dip your wick in company ink?"

She nodded.

"Well, that's what I think about Ellen," I said. "We have a good thing going musically and I don't want to fuck it up."

"I'm so impressed," she said. "I mean; everybody in Fine Arts wants to nail her."

"Including you?" I couldn't resist.

She blushed. "Yeah, I've . . . thought about it."

"Oh really?"

She laughed nervously. "Well, I'm strictly dickly but I admit, I'd go gay if the right girl asked me."

"Esther is bi, you know." I knew a lot about Esther's sexual habits; despite (or maybe because of) the fact that she knew I would never sleep with her, she told me all about her sexual escapades. It was a mixed blessing; there were one or two guys I couldn't see on campus without snickering. Unfortunately, they were also guys who could easily clean my clock if they found out that I knew.

She punched my shoulder. "Shut up!" she said, laughing. "Here I was, being nice to you earlier, and now you're teasing me!"

"Serves you right for bugging me for the condoms." I grinned.

"That's not--" She broke off, and leaned closer to me. "Don't look now," she whispered, "but that asshole suit is staring back at us."

"What do you mean?"

"Hang on." Without moving, she reached for her blue book bag. She slipped out a hand-sized mirror and angled it so I could see the guy for myself.

Wow, if looks could kill I would have been the main attraction at a funeral. It didn't take a lot to figure out what was going on in his head. About twenty years ago, he had probably nailed girls like Ali several times a week but time had finally caught up with him. Now he was some over aged Lothario trying to make moves on somebody young enough to be his daughter. Sad.

"He does look pissed," I said instead. Ali put her hand over her mouth to muffle her giggles.

I didn't mention that the way Ali was holding that mirror allowed me the perfect opportunity to check out her breasts. They were a great shape in that bra. Her cleavage poked up from her top; it had that healthy-girl glow that cosmetics just can't fake. I could tell that she didn't need much padding in her bra for those breasts to press together like that. I shifted my right leg, so she couldn't see my erection tenting my jeans.

"Doesn't he though," Ali looked down at the mirror again and grinned at me. "You wanna make him even more pissed?"

"How?" I asked, not sure where this was going.

"Kiss me."

"Are you sure?"

"Why, are you scared?"

I didn't bother to reply to that one.

Her lips were unbelievably soft against mine. I could feel her fingers stroking down my cheek as I pushed closer to her. Her breasts were pressed against my chest; my hand touched her hair and slid down her neck, feeling her back warm against my fingertips. She sighed into my mouth as we kissed.

Her kiss was incredible but I could feel something was missing. Her mouth was open against mine but her tongue wasn't involved. Daring, my tongue slid into her mouth and touched hers.

That did it. She started giving me a full upper-body press as our tongues slid against each other. Okay, God, you can take me now. Even if this was only meant to piss off the suit, I didn't care. I was kissing the most beautiful girl I had ever met. Her lips were incredible: so soft and tender and she knew what to do with them. At one point, she pulled back slightly and ran her tongue around my lips before sucking my tongue as if it were my cock. My hand slid down her back, pulling at her top, stroking the hard flesh at the small of her back. She moaned into my mouth as her tongue danced with mine. The only problem was that the armrest was getting in our way, pressing into my stomach as I tried to get even closer to her.




Happy Holidays Ch. 01



A pen smacked the back of my head. I broke off with a yelp.

"When you kids have finished playing tonsil hockey with each other, would you like something to drink?" The blonde flight attendant stood with one hand on her hip, waggling her ballpoint pen threateningly. She stood next to the drinks cart blocking the aisle. "The other passengers don't need to see the two of you sucking face, okay?"

I sat back in my seat, rubbing the back of my head. Damn, that woman hit hard!

Ali's cheeks were flushed as she grinned up at the flight attendant. "Maybe they could learn a thing or two."

The blonde's dark eyebrows went up. Her plastic tag said her name was Darlene. "Honey, hand me your boy for about five minutes and I'll show you a few things that'll curl your hair. Trust me, there's nothing you two can do that I haven't seen before."

From my seat, I could see the suit who had hit on Ali in the departure lounge. He was facing forward, his back stiff with jealousy.

"Jeez, why don't you two get a room?" snorted the male attendant on the other side of the cart.

"Now, Wade, don't give them any ideas," Darlene said warningly. "Remember where the private rooms are on this plane, and who gets to clean up afterwards. Now," she said, turning back to us, "you two kids forget what we said just now. Juice and soft drinks are free, but booze is $5 a pop, plus we'll need to check for ID. What would you like?"

I had no money to waste so I got an iced tea. Ali ordered a Coke.

"Now remember to behave, kids," she said as she passed over the plastic cups. "There's more than just the two of you on this plane. Enjoy your drinks."

Ali sucked back half her Coke in one swallow. "Gee, is it hot in here or is it just you?" she asked, fanning herself for effect.

"I know what you mean," I said. "You really had me going there."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're a really good actress."

I immediately knew that was the wrong thing to say. Ali immediately tensed up. "You thought I was faking it?"

Uh-oh. "Hey, I thought you just wanted to irritate the guy in the 36th row."

"What, don't you fucking get it?"

"No, I don't 'fucking get it,'" I retorted. "All I know is that you wanted me to pretend I was your boyfriend so some guy would stop hitting on you. Now you're pissed off at me because I said you were a really good actress. What's changed?"

"You know what?" she said scornfully. "Talk to me when you have a clue." She turned away, facing the window.

I stared at her back for a moment. What was this bitch's problem? I helped get her out of a jam and now she was giving me the silent treatment? Part of me wanted to let it go. If she was going to blow hot and cold like this, I wanted no part of her. Yeah, she was beautiful and smart and everything I ever wanted in a woman but why waste my time if she was only going to play mind games with me?

No. I didn't want things to end like this. Better to have it all out in the open. I inhaled sharply and put my hand on her shoulder. "No, Ali, that's not good enough," I said. "You told me to pretend to be your boyfriend. Everything I've done has been part of that belief. Now you're pissed at me, because I've helped you out. What's going on?"

She stared at the seat in front of her, before turning towards me. "Didn't you feel it?"

Something broke inside of me. "Ali, I've wanted you ever since I met you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met and I know I've got a snowball's chance in Hell of ever dating somebody like you. I'm just trying not to make an idiot of myself here by presuming too much, understand?"

She was silent for several seconds, just staring at me. "You . . . like me?" she finally asked.

"Yeah," I said softly. "I do. And if that's a problem, I can switch seats right now."

"No!" She put her hand on my wrist. "Please," she said, trying to smile. "Don't go. Just . . ." She shook herself. "Oh Hell!" she said, reaching for me again.

This kiss was more forceful as she pressed her lips against mine, her tongue sliding between my teeth. I pulled her against me with the force of desire and pent-up frustration. She moaned into my open mouth.

Ali pulled her lips away from mine. Her hand pressed against the back of my head as my lips and teeth ran down her neck.

"I always wanted to make a move on you," she whispered in my ear. She hissed as I lightly bit the hollow under her ear. "But I thought you were with Esther so I didn't say anything. I--" She broke off in a hiss as I licked the hollow of her throat. My hands brushed down her neck, touched her shoulder. Then, she gripped my right hand, drawing it down. It slid down to her breast, and then her grip closed around my fingers, squeezing her breast.

"Is there any chance you can come up to Penticton during the holidays?" she whispered. Her eyes were smoky with lust.

I shook my head. "I can't," I whispered to her.

"You sure I can't convince you?" she whispered back, sliding her hand over the crotch of my jeans.

"No cash," I said regretfully. I could feel her nipple hardening under my palm. I slid my hand down so her nipple was between my index and middle finger. I pinched it lightly, making her bite her lip.

"Oh God," she groaned, then, "I guess I'll have to give you something to remember me by."

"What do you mean?" I could feel my cock getting harder than ever before. Oh, how I wanted this woman!

Ali grabbed my fleece jacket and put it on. I remembered that I had the condoms in the breast pocket.

"I'm going to the bathroom now," she whispered in my ear. "Watch which one I go into. Wait for five minutes, knock on the door three times, then twice. Got it?"

I nodded. She pulled me towards her and kissed me hard. "See you then."

She unfastened her seat belt. I slid out of my seat so she could get out of our row. She smiled and squeezed my hand as she passed me. I watched her walk up the aisle in her stockinged feet, then she went into the first washroom on the right. She gave me a look full of promise just before she closed the door.

That was probably the longest five minutes of my life. I put my watch next to my Hedwig score but I may have been trying to read Latin for all I could concentrate. I finished off my iced tea, and I sucked back the ice cubes. I tried not to look around; did anyone hear what Ali and I planned? Would we get caught? What would happen if we got busted? Would we get arrested? What was the penalty?

I looked at my watch. Shit! I was over a minute late! Trying to act casual, I slipped out of my seat and walked up the aisle. I stopped by the lavatory doors, trying to be as calm and collected as possible. I saw the sign on the door on the right had the 'Occupied' symbol lit up. I looked around: there was nobody around.

Leaning against the wall, I softly knocked three times, waited a second, then knocked twice.

The lock clicked. The light changed to the green 'Vacant' sign. I quietly opened the door and slid inside, locking the door behind me.

Ali stood with her back to the sink, staring at me. Her hands were white-knuckled as they grasped the countertop. She was breathing heavily. The air in the bathroom was warm with her scent

"Are you scared?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said, when I could find my voice. She was so beautiful, it almost hurt to look at her.

"I'm scared shitless," she said. Then she was in my arms, her face turned up towards me.

This kiss was hard, urgent. She made little mewling sounds as I licked at her neck, gently biting the soft flesh beneath her ear. She pressed herself against me, her hips grinding against mine. My cock was pressed against her flat stomach, straining to be loosed from my jeans.

"Can you be quiet?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yeah," I whispered back, just before I popped the fastenings on her bra. She stiffened for a moment, before pulling back. Staring at me the whole time, she pulled off both her top and her bra. Taking my hands, she placed them on her ribcage, just below her breasts. I pushed my hands up, so that they cupped her tits. They were pale and beautifully shaped, the aureoles and nipples erect and dark. Her tits were slightly larger than a handful, and I have long fingers.

"Usually, I like to scream when I'm being fucked," she said, groaning as my fingers brushed her nipples. "But that might not be such a good idea right now." She stuffed her top into her mouth just before she arched her back, bringing her tits fully into my hands. I could hear her moan through her top as I caressed her breasts, rolling the nipples with my thumb. She fell against the counter, her knees quivering

Reaching down, I lifted her onto the counter. She spread her legs and grabbed my ass, bringing me back in her embrace.

"I want you to fuck me good and hard," she whispered, spitting out her top. "And do it right now!"

Something made me grin and shake my head. "Hell no, sweetie," I said. My hands slid up her inner thighs towards her hips, hiking up her skirt. "If this is the only time I get to be with you for the next two weeks, I want to make it as memorable as possible."

I could feel her clit straining against the cotton of her bikini briefs. She lifted her hips so I could pull off her panties. They were soaked through. I slowly slid her white cotton panties down her thighs. I could feel her shaking with need.

"Oh God, you're going to drive me insane, aren't you?" She shuddered as my left thumb brushed against her lips. Her pussy was shaved, leaving only a landing strip right above her swollen clit. And yes, her carpeting matched the drapes.

"You got that right."

"You bastard," she said fondly as she ran her hands through my long, brown hair. I licked her inner thighs in response, making her gasp.

"Don't drop my panties on the floor," she said softly. I put them in my right pocket.

Ali swiveled her pelvis forward, offering me her moist hole. Her pussy was already soaking with her juices and she twitched when I lightly touched one of her swollen lips.

"Whatever you're going to do, do it quickly, you fucking tease!" she groaned. My tongue touched her clit and she jumped. Ali hurriedly rammed her top back between her teeth.

Her taste was incredible: salty with just a hint of sweetness. I licked her slit from stem to stern, touching her clit with my tongue on every second lick. I knew she was close to coming. Her thighs squeezed against my ears, blocking out all sound as her hips bucked against my mouth. Knowing what she wanted, I sucked her clit into my mouth.

That did it. Her thighs nearly broke my neck as her ass achieved lift-off from the counter. Even with the top in her mouth and her thighs clamped around my ears, I could still hear her scream as she climaxed. Then she went limp, falling back against the wall.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much," she whispered after spitting out her top. "I needed that."

"I can tell." I pulled off my t-shirt; I was sweating in the enclosed washroom. The mirror was steamed up.

"That was so amazing." She nuzzled my chest, licking at my left nipple. "I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for a week."

I covered her mouth with my own. Our tongues dueled for several moments.

"And that was only the beginning," I whispered in her ear when I was finished. I slid down my pants and boxers for emphasis.

"Then you had better call 9-1-1 right now then," she said, laughing breathily. "Your jacket's behind you on the hook."

I pulled down the jacket and found a condom. I nearly dropped it when I felt soft fingers sliding up and down my seven-inch shaft.

"Oh wow," Ali whispered as she looked up at me. She looked so beautiful with her blonde hair waving around her sweaty face, her chest still heaving.

"That's what . . . every guy likes to hear," I said, trying to keep my cool as she stroked my swollen cock.

"It's well-deserved. Give me that," she said, taking the condom from my hand. She tore open the packet and slowly unrolled it onto my prick.

"Usually I'd give such a beautiful cock a good licking," she said when she was finished, "but I think there's somewhere else you'd like to put this."

I took a deep breath. "Turn around."

She stood up, taking my fleece in her hand. "Yes, sir." She grinned, sliding off the counter. She lowered the cover before leaning over the toilet, lifting up her skirt. "Something like this?" she grinned, looking back at me.

"That works," as I lifted her skirt, exposing her heart-shaped ass. I ran my fingers over the soft skin, touching the twin bruises developing on each cheek. It was plump but firm; I ran my thumb around a tiny mole. It was the tiniest imperfection that made an incredibly sexy ass so much more gorgeous.

"That feels so good," she whispered as I caressed her butt cheeks. Daring, I slid my thumbs in her crack, exposing her puckered anus to my sight.

"Please don't," she said, pulling my fingers away from her asshole. "I'm not ready for that."

"Okay." My fingers slid down to her moist folds. She gasped as I brushed her lips, teasing them open. My cock twitched, wanting the touch of that gorgeous pussy but I held back. I wanted to draw out the moment,

"Put it in slow," she moaned. "I want to feel every inch."

I couldn't resist that plea. I placed my latex-covered prick at her entrance and slid the head inside. She gasped, shoving my fleece into her mouth to muffle her groans. Her pussy was tight around my cock, caressing it like nothing else on earth. This was even better than my wildest fantasies.

I started a rocking motion, pushing in slightly then withdrawing until my head was almost completely out of her pussy. Her hips pushed back, trying to get more of me in her. I slid in a little more; I could hear her muffled gasps through my fleece pressed against her face.

I slid my nails down her back in time with my thrusts. Her back quivered when I did that, her moans increased. Her hips bucked against mine, her fingers caressing my balls as she tried to get as much of me inside her as she possibly could.

I pushed in a little more, trying to keep control. My prick was rock hard; I knew I couldn't last too much longer. I started thrusting even more, going deeper with every push. Ironically, the condom was keeping me from coming too soon: it was hurting so much I was scared the latex was going to split.

I could hear Ali whimpering more and more as I quickened my pace. My hips were slapping her ass, my fingers gripping her shoulders. She pushed against me, keeping that rhythm going. My balls were tightening into my body as every muscle tightened. I was just about ready to come. Suddenly, the painful pressure around my cock released; the sensation was incredible.

"Shit!" I said, pulling out.

"What's wrong?" she groaned, spitting out the fleece.

"I broke the condom," I said. It was all I could do to stop myself from ramming it right back into her pussy.

"Oh, baby," she said, turning around, "let me take care of it." She peeled off the ripped latex and slid my cock between her lips. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced. My dick gave a warning lurch.

"Ohhhh," I groaned, "I'm commmmiinggg . . ."

Ali's only response was to slide it deeper into her mouth. I gritted my teeth to stop from screaming as waves of pleasure rippled from my penis. I could feel my cum pumping into her mouth, her tongue sliding around my cock, making it convulse even more. I could see her throat working, swallowing my cream.

My spasms slowed. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I stared down at her, still milking my prick for all it was worth. Her hands slid up and down my stomach, running around the edge of my pelvic bone. I leaned against the sink, trying to keep from falling over.

"I thought it was the least I could do after all you did for me." She looked up at me, smiling as she released my softening cock from her mouth. She gave it one last lick, making it quiver.

"Did you come just now?" I asked her, trying to stay upright.

Ali shook her head. "It's okay," she quickly said as I reached for her. "You've done more than enough. Just sit back and relax. You deserve it, lover mine."

I leaned against the wall, trying to will my breathing back to normal. Just hearing her say 'lover mine' was almost as good as having sex with her. Almost.

She lifted her skirt, showing me her sopping pussy.

"Enjoy the show," she grinned, running one finger around her clitoris. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she began fingering herself. Her breath caught, her shoulders stiffened. Her nipples stood out in stiff peaks, the aureoles even darker than before. I could tell she was close.

I couldn't help myself; I leaned forward and licked her left nipple. She arched her back, gasping as her hips bucked wildly. Her other hand clasped my face to her tit, keeping my mouth working on her.

"Oh wow," she said when she was finished. "We so have to do this again sometime." She leaned against the wall, still sitting on the toilet.

"How about when we get back to school in January?"

She pouted, her eyes twinkling. "But that's too whole weeks!" she said. "What am I supposed to do in all that time?"

"I'm sure you'll figure something out." I said dryly.

"I guess." She got to her feet and picked up her top and bra. "God, I look a mess," she said, checking herself out after she had wiped the mirror with some towels.

"You look beautiful."

She smiled. "Flattery will get you everywhere, lover." She kissed me soundly before putting on her bra and top. "It'll even get you laid. But not right now." She ruefully looked down at the teeth marks that punctured the front.

"I'm going to head out now," she said when she was ready. "Come with?"

"Not yet," I said. "I'll see you in five."

"Makes sense." She gave me one last kiss. "See you then."

She slipped out the door. I locked it behind her before taking a leak. I had to sit down; my legs were still rubbery. I cleaned myself up as best I could before going back to my seat.

Ali and I exchanged phone numbers and chatted while we waited for the plane to land. Once the seatbelt lights were off, we stepped off the plane, not acknowledging the suspicious stares from the crew.

"No need to ask if you had a good flight," Darlene said as she handed me my guitar.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I gave Darlene my best innocent look as I picked up the gig bag.

The bottle-blonde flight attendant snorted. "Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, honey. Although if you ever want to learn a thing or two . . ." One eyelid went down in a wink.

I couldn't think of anything to say.

* * *

Once in the lounge, Ali pulled me close. "Merry Christmas, lover." Her eyes were suspiciously bright.

"Merry Christmas to you too," I said, kissing her. The kiss turned passionate, her hand snaking around to grip my ass.

"I gotta go; I have another flight to catch," she said after a few minutes. She was still less-than-steady on her feet. "You take care of yourself, okay? I have plans for you."

"Oh good." I grinned. "Because I have plans for you too."

She touched my cheek. "Looking forward to them." She gave me one last kiss and turned to go.

I watched her walk out of sight before turning towards the baggage claim sign. Just then I felt a lump in my jeans pocket. Frowning, I put my right hand in my pocket.

I touched Ali's panties, still wet. 



Happy Holidays Ch. 02



I knew going on this ski trip was a bad idea when the bus refused to start. My parents had bought me the holiday package as part of their Christmas present, but it was showing every sign of turning into the Ski Trip From Hell. Here I was, stuck in an old Greyhound on the top of the Coquihalla Highway with a busload full of drunks. Night was falling, it was snowing, and the outside temperature was already --45 degrees Centigrade and dropping like a rock. Oh yeah, and the guy in the row behind us wanted to kill my best friend.

If Billy Riggs hadn't been such a good guy, I might've hated his guts, too. Billy was a tall, red-head with a charming "Aw shucks" attitude, and the fact that he had a distinctive Aussie accent only made him that much more popular with the girls. Just opening his mouth made him score faster than Wayne Gretzky playing one-on-one against a brick. But to give him credit, he was a stand-up guy and a reliable friend. I just knew that no girl would look at me twice with Billy around. 

Case in point: the cute little brunette who was supposed to be our trip coordinator. That is, before she started her sixth beer. Her drunken come-ons towards Billy were getting more blatant as the trip wore on. Right now, she was staring at Billy with bedroom eyes, running her tongue around the rim of her empty beer bottle. 

That also explained the animosity coming from the row behind us.

"Aussie fag," the guy with the bowl-shaped haircut slurred from where he sat, kicking Billy's seat for good measure. Billy, Steve and I ignored him, as usual. Bowl-Cut was dumb, ugly, drunk and clearly looking for a fight. And we weren't about to give him one. He looked like a gorilla and his two buddies were almost as big.

The diesel engine finally coughed to life, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Another three-plus hours of driving and we would be in Penticton. That is, if the driver could negotiate the twists and turns of the icy mountain highway without sending us over a cliff, and if Bowl-Cut didn't decide to assault my best friend. Fun, fun, fun.

I saw the bus driver bite off a curse as he tried to release the brake. He looked around before sliding out of his seat.

"Hey, buddy," I said to the driver. "What's going on?" Everybody else was too busy getting drunk to notice the drama at the front of the bus.

"Nothing," he said, smiling to hide the worried look in his brown eyes. "Just a minor inconvenience. Nothing to worry about." 

He opened the door, wincing at a blast of cold air from outside. He jumped down the steps and into the snowdrift that already accumulated outside the bus.

Steve leaned over to me. "What's happening, Rick?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, but it doesn't look good."

"Fuck."

Ten minutes later, the driver pulled himself back into the bus. Ice crystals had already formed in his brown moustache. He did not look happy. He sat down in his seat and turned on the CB radio. I edged forward to hear what he had to say.

"No, we're not going anywhere," he was saying. "The brake lines are frozen, there's no methyl hydrate in the emergency kit . . . yeah, I know I'm responsible for making sure everything was okay, but this bus was a last-minute replacement when the first one broke down and we were already running late . . . No, there's no way I can get it moving again, the lines are stuck but good . . ." He waited for several seconds. "You get on the horn, see if you can get some SAR people from the ski hill. I'll try and control this fucking zoo until they arrive . . . thanks, Phil. Over and out." 

I scooted back to my seat before the driver noticed me and raised my hand, forestalling Steve and Billy's questions.

The bus driver stood. "Listen up, people!" he boomed through the din. "We have a minor problem here: the brake lines are frozen and there's no way we can get them moving. We have a couple of Search and Rescue people coming from Big White who are going to help out, and the guys in Penticton are sending up another bus if we can't get this one to start. So just sit tight and relax, all right?"

Just then my heart leaped. Ali Jenson worked for the Big White SAR team! I might get a chance to see her! I still had her panties with me, a souvenir of our first encounter in an airplane bathroom. I prayed to God, Allah, Cthulhu, anybody I could think of, hoping that Ali would be one of the people they sent to pick us up. 

"Hey, Buck," Bowl-Cut said between sips of beer. "Whaddya call a dead Aussie?"

"I dunno," one of his friends slurred back. "What?"

"A good start. Haw, haw, haw!"

Billy, Steve and I exchanged worried glances. Everybody else was oblivious.

The next ten minutes were a strain. Bowl-Cut was getting more and more aggressive, thumping the back of Billy's seat on a regular basis. Little brunette cutie was also getting more and more aggressive with Billy. She was finding more and more excuses to talk with him, leaning over the seat in front to show off her cleavage. Nice tits, but she was dumb as a post. Of course, that only got Bowl-Cut angrier. I think he had his eye on her, and the fact that she obviously preferred Billy didn't sit well with him. I could've cheered when I saw a set of headlights pull up in front of the bus.

The bus door hissed open and two women stepped inside. They both wore black ski pants and red SAR parkas. The first one pulled off her black toque; a wealth of curly, blonde hair fell to her shoulders.

"Hello, Nurse," Billy murmured, one red eyebrow climbing up. "What have we here?"

Steve elbowed me in the ribs. "Fifty bucks says Billy gets in the blonde's pants by this time tomorrow."

I grinned. "You're on." I watched as Ali surveyed the bus. Even in ski pants and a heavy parka, she was still painfully beautiful. Her pale cheeks were flushed from the cold and her full lips were dark. I could feel my cock growing, just looking at her.

"All right, people!" she barked out. "I'll need you to sit tight for just a little longer while we see what we can do with this bus. You got that?"

The brunette tour guide wasn't happy. She knew Ali outclassed her and she was jealous.

I tried to inconspicuously catch Ali's eye as she looked around. She stared straight at me for almost a second, then one eyelid slipped down in a wink. She looked away.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Billy's hand went up. His Australian accent was thicker than ever, the slick bastard. "Do you need our help in any way?"

"'Do you need our help,' you faggot," Bowl-Cut mimicked from where he was sitting. "You offering to stick your tongue up her ass?"

"Do you have a problem?" Billy turned around, his temper finally fraying. He ducked as a beer bottle rebounded off the window next to his head. Glass shattered.

Bowl-Cut and his two buddies all lunged for us. Steve went down, grappling with the one in the middle. I got in a lucky punch on the one going for me, my fist connected with the soft tissue just below his ear. He dropped like a rock, cold-cocked.

I heard something snap. Billy screamed. Through a red haze, I saw his face connect with Bowl-Cut's elbow. Billy's head flew back as his nose exploded; his right arm was dangling at an impossible angle. I went for Bowl-Cut's throat.

The other SAR woman was there. I heard a sizzling sound and Bowl-Cut bounced off his seat and collapsed to the floor, twitching. She then leaned over Steve and the other guy. I heard another zap and a groan.

"Back off." She spun around, glaring at me. The blue flash of a Tazer sparked in front of my eyes. "No problem." I raised my hands, showing peaceable intent. I could smell urine. Bowl-Cut had pissed his pants.

"Good," she said, her green eyes flat. "Make sure it stays that way."

Ali was holding Billy's broken arm, helping him back into his seat. He was holding the bridge of his nose to stop the bleeding. Billy's face was red from his upper lip down.

"Shit," Ali said. "Sue, this is a bad break. We're gonna have to take him to the Med Center ASAP."

"Okay. I'll take over here, while you get the kit and some splints," Sue said, pocketing her Tazer.

"Sure thing," Ali replied. "I'm gonna need some help though." She looked around the bus for a couple of seconds. Her eyes settled on me. 

"You!" she snarled. "You're a part of this mess, you can help me clean it up."

I nodded. I wasn't sure what Ali was up to but I played along. She stood up and walked towards the front of the bus. The other passengers were silent, stunned at the sudden violence. I zipped up my ski jacket as the door hissed open and followed Ali outside.

I tried not to stare but I couldn't keep from watching Ali's heart-shaped ass swaying in front of me. The sun was gone and snowflakes were falling harder now, whipped by the icy wind. We picked our way through the mounting snowdrifts. The only illumination was from the bright headlights of the red pickup truck, and the yellow bulbs of the old bus.

Ali opened the left rear door of the extended cab, leaning in to grab some flat steel rods. "Is anyone watching?" she asked.

I looked over at the bus. "No."

"Good." She pulled me to her, her left hand cupping my ass as her lips met mine. We kissed for several seconds, her tongue flicking against mine, her breath hot against my cheek. I could feel snowflakes melting as they landed on my face. I was amazed they weren't sizzling.

"God, you could have knocked me over with a feather when I saw you on that bus," she panted when we finally disengaged. I could see the gold stud in her nose gleaming in the night. "Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now?"

My hands cupped her buttocks, pulling her hips closer to mine. "Almost as much as I want to fuck you?" 

"Mmm, I can tell." She rubbed her pelvis against my cock, getting me even harder. "Play it cool, follow my lead and you'll get your chance. Understood?"

"Understood." I squeezed her ass for extra emphasis. 

Her breath hissed through her teeth and her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. "Let's go before I fuck you right here and now."

"Sigh." 

"Good things come to those who wait." Ali grinned as she handed me the big red backpack with the white cross in the middle. She held onto the splints as we walked back to the bus. Ali stumbled on her way up the steps. I caught her before she fell. I'm sure that her hand brushing my cock was accidental. I think.

Sue worked quickly on Billy, splinting his arm and giving him a sedative for the pain. Steve was starting to regain consciousness: he was starting one hell of a black eye and he was testing if any teeth were loose. Ali gave him a quick reflex test; I could see her lips thinning as she nodded back at Sue. Steve had a minor concussion. Bowl-Cut and his pals were still out cold.

"Listen up, everybody," Sue said, standing up. "Thanks to these fucknuts over here--" She indicated Bowl-Cut and his friends. "We'll have to head to the Med Center right now. There's a bus coming in twenty minutes to pick you up, so sit tight and don't get into any more stupidity."

"You friends of his?" Ali asked Steve and I, motioning towards Billy. I nodded. "Okay, you're gonna have to ride with us. Separate the combatants and all that." 

Sue snorted. "It'll be tight but there's enough space in the truck. Get your things."

Steve and I grabbed our daypacks, hauled them out of the bus and deposited them in the bed of the red 4x4. 

"You think Billy will be okay?" Steve asked me, his voice slurred. 

"I think so," I said. "Those girls seem to know what they're doing."

"I hope you're right," he said. "Hey, what were you doing with the blonde? You were out here for a while."

I winked. Steve's mouth dropped open.

"You slick fucker," he finally said. "You know her?"

"Uh-huh." And, because I couldn't resist, "I hope you have that fifty bucks ready."

"Shit."

"Okay, you're gonna have to sit in front and support your friend," Ali told Steve once she and Sue had maneuvered Billy down the steps and through the drifts. The snow was falling even harder, if that was at all possible. "You think you can handle that?" 

"Sure, I can do that," Steve replied. His eyes were a little unfocused.

"Good," Ali said. "Rick and I will ride in the back." 

I could see Sue stare at her co-worker, a suspicious glint in her eyes.

We bundled Steve and Billy onto the front bench seat of the GMC next to Sue, who was driving. Ali and I slid the driver's seat forward, crawling into the rear of the king cab. I tried not to sigh with relief when the pickup was moving and the bus headlights disappeared into the blowing snow. I was sitting behind Sue, with Ali to my right.

"Did I mention how much I missed you?" Ali breathed into my ear.

"No, I don't think you did," I whispered back. She shuddered as my warm breath touched her ear in turn. My cock was straining at my jeans.

"Do you know the saying: Actions speak louder than words?" Her fingers glided over my pelvis; I just about jumped in my seat.

"Sssshh," she said softly, licking my earlobe for emphasis. Her fingers slid between my opened fly, grasping my pole. "Be very, very quiet and I'll show you exactly how much I've missed you."

Her head sank down. I looked around the cab. Sue was busy driving, the diesel purring as she negotiated the hairpin turns, the windshield wipers slapping as snow blew on the glass. The heater was on its highest speed, clearing ice and steam from the windows. Next to Sue, Billy was dead to the world, his head lolling sideways. Steve was staring ahead, supporting Billy.

Ali's tongue touched my cock. I looked down at her, smiling up at me. Her brown eyes still gazing into mine, she rubbed my stiff cock all around her cheek, her tongue flicking the flap of skin just below the head. I stiffened, trying not to make any noise. Still watching me, she bathed my helmet in her saliva before sliding her lips over it. I gathered her hair in my right hand, keeping it out of the way. She smiled in thanks. Her head sank down, my rod sliding deeper into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. I shuddered with the sensation, trying not to say or do anything that would direct anyone else's attention to what was happening in the back seat of the GMC.

Ali's fist wrapped around my shaft, stroking up and down as her head rose, staring at me. "I love watching your reactions as I suck you off," she whispered in my ear. "It turns me on so much." Her head sank down, her lips enfolding my cock again. I was fighting to keep my breathing regular as her mouth slid up and down my penis, her left hand stroking the shaft as her right hand caressed my balls. I could feel the familiar tightness growing, the waves of pleasure swelling up my body. Sweat broke out on my forehead. Ali's head was pumping up and down on my cock, her right hand squeezing my shaft. My hips were rocking back and forth as I began fucking her mouth. I could feel hot saliva dripping, running in rivulets down my penis, pooling between her fingers as she brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

The pressure in my balls was building; I was close. I gritted my teeth, gently pulling on Ali's hair to let her know I was about to come. Just then, Ali took my entire seven inches into her mouth, the back of her throat opening to accommodate my length. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back as my cock started pumping. I could feel Ali swallowing my semen, taking it all down her throat. 

When I could, I opened my eyes and tried to will my breathing back to normal. Ali was rolling my cock around her mouth as it spasmed for the last few times. She then silently tucked it back in my pants before zipping up my fly. She laid her head in my lap, smiling up at me, licking her lips.

I tore my eyes away from Ali and looked into the rear view mirror. Sue was staring back at me, her eyes wide with shock and her mouth making an 'O.' I looked over at Steve and Billy. They hadn't noticed a thing.

Ali pulled herself upright, pretending nothing had happened. "Was it good for you?" she whispered to me.

"You have to ask?" I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Your friend saw us."

"Really?" Ali was serene as she sat next to me in the back of the truck. "I hope she was taking notes."

***

After a couple of minutes, we pulled up to a set of darkened buildings. "All right, kids," Sue said, killing the engine. "Here's where we get off." We all opened the doors, jumping out of the truck. "Unless you already have," she muttered darkly, glaring at Ali and myself. Ali looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. 

A couple more Search and Rescue types were waiting for us. They quickly took Billy and Steve away with them into the low building. Billy could barely walk, and even Steve had problems with his coordination.

"This marks the end of my shift," Sue said when she had rejoined us. "Are you still going up to the Hut tonight?"

"I have no choice," Ali said. "Tony told me to go up there, even though Christine, Tanya and Derek are all off sick."

"That means nobody is going to relieve you until 7 am at the earliest. It'll be even later if that system comes in." Sue was looking flushed. "Why are you putting up with this? You know there's going to be nobody on the slopes tomorrow with that big storm coming in. Why are you letting Tony do this to you?"

"I have no choice." Ali shrugged. "Regs say there has to be somebody in the Hut at all times. Besides," she grinned, "I can think of a few ways to spend the time."

"Are you taking your boy here up with you?" Sue asked archly. "You know there'll be hell to pay if Tony finds out about it."

"Tony can't do a thing," Ali replied. "If he gives me any hassle, I just let management know how he's been working the schedule so that he can get in Lisa Ciccarelli's pants while they're both on duty. Besides, he's in deep trouble if anyone finds out that someone was alone up at the Hut."

"What's this Hut you're talking about?" I asked. "There's a hut for SAR just above the treeline," Ali answered. "Ski hill regs say there has to be at least two people up there at all times, even though we don't do any good up there. Anyway, three of us are down with the flu and we can't find anyone else, so I guess you're deputized as Search and Rescue. Think you can handle it?"

"I got my Bronze Cross when I was in high school," I said. "Will that do?"

"Like I don't know exactly what you'll be doing," Sue said dryly. "All right. If you two are crazy enough to go up there tonight, I'm crazy enough to drive you. Give me a few moments to get the keys to the Cat."

"Thanks, Sue," Ali said. "I appreciate it."

The shorter woman snorted. "Hell, you owe me one and you know I'll collect."

"I look forward to it."

***

The Cat was a red flatbed truck mounted on a pair of tank treads. With Sue behind the wheel, we got up the hill in record time. The snow was falling even faster and it was harder to see. The windshield wipers were smacking back and forth and the fan was going full-blast to compensate for the ice forming on the windows. With the two of us sitting with Sue on the front bench seat, we couldn't get up to much but occasionally Ali's right hand would drift over my thigh.

We pulled up to a small A-framed house just below the tree line. Sue kept the engine running just in case. I could see snowflakes whipping past the beam of the front headlights. The wind was whistling through the trees as we hopped out of the Cat; the door nearly smacked me in the face as the wind caught it.

"Be sure to stay inside, Ali," Sue was saying. "It's getting really bad out there. I doubt anyone will be on the mountain in this weather so you just stay put, understand?"

"No problem," Ali replied. "Are you sure you can drive in this? The clouds look like they're coming lower."

Sue shook her head. "I'll be fine as long as I get to one of the major ski runs. But pull your stuff out so I can get out of here quickly."




Happy Holidays Ch. 02



Sue turned and shook my hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Rick," she said. "I'd wish you a good night but I have a feeling that's a foregone conclusion." She hugged Ali. "Take care of yourself, kiddo."

"You too," Ali replied. "Say hi to Josh when you see him."

"What makes you think I'll be seeing Josh?" she smirked, pulling out her cell phone. "See ya."

"Here, take this," Ali said, tossing me my backpack and a spare sleeping bag. 

We turned and headed for the hut. Behind me, I could hear Sue talking on her cell phone. "I don't fucking care if you're tired, I want your ass over at my place in one hour," she was saying. "And bring condoms. Lots of them."

Ali snickered as she pulled out a set of keys to unlock the front door. Over the howling wind, I could hear the roar of the Cat's engine as Sue turned the truck around, taking it downhill.

"Welcome to the Hut," Ali said after she had slammed the door behind us. The sound of the wind blowing was a lot quieter than before; I guess it was because of all the snow piled on the roof and drifting against the windows.

"Cute sign." I pointed at the crudely painted graphic on the inside of the front door. Over a group of intertwined stick figures, someone had written, "What happens in the Hut STAYS in the Hut."

"Yeah, there were some pretty wild parties up here once upon a time," Ali said. "I got my first kiss and handjob up here, and we once tried to have a four-way 69."

I kicked off my boots and hung my parka on a hook by the door. "How did that work out?"

Ali winced. "Not as good as we had hoped."

"This place is a lot nicer than I was expecting," I said, looking around. There were some wooden bunk beds against the walls and I could see a tiny kitchen with a fridge and a Coleman stove. There were cans and packets of freeze-dried food on the shelves. 

"Yeah, they remodeled it two years ago," she replied as she lit some lanterns and put them on brackets on the walls. "They even put in a toilet to replace the outhouse that used to be in back."

"Wow." I tried to look out the window. It was covered in ice and snow. "I would've hated to use an outhouse in this weather."

"No kidding," she said. "A couple of people nearly got lost going between the Hut and the outhouse one year so that's why they replaced it. Even still, nobody likes being up here at night." She walked in her stockinged feet over to the CB radio sitting on a desk in the corner. "You have to be quiet now: I have to call in to let them know I made it up safely. Remember, no one knows you're here."

"My lips are sealed." 

"Only for a minute or two." She grinned as she turned on the CB.

"Hut to Base, Hut to Base," she spoke into the microphone. "Can you read me? Over."

"Hut, this is Base," a male voice crackled over the speaker. "Did you make it up okay, Ali? Over."

"Yeah, I'm here," Ali replied. "Sue dropped me off five minutes ago; she's heading back right now. Over."

"Shit." A silence, then, "Are you all alone up there, Ali? Over."

"Yes, I am. Over."

There was some more swearing over the speaker. "Christ, Tony wasn't supposed to send anyone up there tonight! Don't you know there's a huge storm coming?"

"Base, we're already seeing it. Over."

"I'm not talking about that one, Ali," the male voice replied. "I just checked with the Weather Center: there's an even bigger system coming in right behind the current one. It's so bad that I doubt we'll be opening the ski hill tomorrow. Over."

"So what are we going to do?" Ali asked. "I didn't know about this latest system: and Tony told me to get up here or else. I can barely see outside right now, and we can't ask Sue to turn around and get me. I don't even know if she can make it down the hill as it is. Over."

There was silence from the other end. "You're right. Okay, here's what you're going to do. You stay in the Hut, you do not leave for any reason, do you understand? There should be plenty of food, and there's a backup generator if the power goes. But do not go outside until we say it's okay. Do you copy? Over."

"Copy that, Base," Ali replied. "I stay in the Hut. I do not go out for any reason until you tell me it's okay. Over."

"You got it. And keep in touch in regular intervals. Over."

"Understood. If it's going to be that dead up here, I'm going to try and catch some sleep. Hut out."

"Copy that, Ali. Take care. Base out."

Ali turned off the set. "So, there's a huge storm coming in right behind this one and we can't go anywhere." She grinned. "Whatever shall we do?"

I grinned back. "I'm sure you'll think of something. In the meantime, I need to use the bathroom."

"Right behind that door. There's also a sink if you need it."

"Thanks." I took my toiletries bag out of the backpack and took it with me into the bathroom.

***

I did my business and came back out into the main room. Ali had pulled two mattresses off the bunks and laid them out on the floor, kneeling on them with her back to me. She had also unrolled the first sleeping bag and was laying it out on the mattresses as a bottom sheet. She was unzipping the second one to lay it on the first. She was wearing a rust-coloured long sleeve t-shirt and white bikini panties. Her curly blonde hair was tied into a ponytail.

"Like the bed?" She grinned over her shoulder at me.

"I like who's on it even more." I knelt behind her, running my hands over her back.

"Mmm, that feels good," she murmured as my long fingers traveled down to her hips.

"No, stay where you are," I said softly as she tried to turn around. She leaned forward instead, resting on her hands and knees. I started massaging her back and shoulders, getting used to the feel of her. She sighed as my fingers dug into some knots just inside of her shoulder blades.

"You know, this would work a lot better if it was skin on skin," I told her.

"I thought you would never ask," she said pulling off the cotton shirt. I undid the hooks on her bra, sliding it down her arms. Ali lowered herself to the improvised bed, pulling her blonde hair away from her slender neck.

I quickly slid out of my clothes before massaging her back. I leaned forward, my long brown hair tickling her skin, kissing the back of her neck. She arched her neck in response, purring. My fingers slid down her spine, rubbing and pressing. Her skin was golden under the lantern light and I could already smell her arousal. I pulled down her panties, Ali lifting her hips to make it easier for me. I then slid my hands up her legs, taking my time, caressing the soft flesh over hard muscle. She mmm'ed and aahh'ed in response to my touch; quivering when I lightly scratched the backs of her thighs.

I kneaded her ass cheeks together for a few seconds, making her gasp, before kissing the base of her spine. I then slid my mouth up her back, licking as I went. Her skin was baby soft and slightly salty. I finished my kiss with a slow lick to her ear, taking the lobe in my mouth.

"Did I mention that I like to be loud during sex?" she murmured when my tongue was licking her jawline. "Is that a problem for you?"

"Not at all," I whispered back. "Are you saying you want to have sex with me?" I pressed my thumbs against her back, my fingers circling her rib cage.

"What part of 'throw me down and fuck me senseless' do you not understand?" 

I slid my hands around her rib cage, cupping her breasts. She arched her back so I could get underneath. I lightly pinched her nipples; her tits were hot against my hands. "I'm not sure. I think I'll have to try a few things and find out."

"You do that. . . aaahhh!" She gasped as I pulled her up against me, my fingers squeezing her breasts. Ali was on her knees, her back pressed against my chest, her ass against my pelvis. My erect cock was squeezed in the cleft of her back. I pinched her nipples, making her arch her back. She rested her head on my shoulder, her mouth open in a silent 'O.' My lips met hers, and her tongue slid against mine. Her long fingers found my cock and started pumping.

My left hand slid down her taut stomach, lightly brushing against the triangle of her pubic mound. She moaned into my open mouth, jumping when my middle finger found her clit.

"Don't torment me, baby," she said as I parted her lower lips, running my fingers all over her pussy. "I'm so ready for you, you have no idea how much I want your cock in me -- ooohhh!" 

My middle finger, coated with her juices slid up into her waiting pussy. It was like entering a sauna. Ali groaned, shaking in my arms. I slid my finger up the underside of her distended clit. She screamed, convulsing in my arms, a sudden orgasm rippling through her beautiful body. Ali fell forward, curling up in the fetal position on the bed.

"Oh wow," she said when she could speak. "That one took me by surprise."

"I didn't think you were that close," I said, spooning with her.

"Neither did I," she said, cupping my left hand between her breasts. She kissed the tips of my fingers, licking her juices from my hand. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." I grinned as I slid my hand down her side and between her legs. "But I'm not done with you yet."

"Please!" she said, pulling away. "Sorry, but I need some time to recuperate. I'm a little too sensitive right now."

"That's okay," I said. "Can I touch you in other places?"

She relaxed against me. "Your hands, my body? How can I refuse?"

"Works for me." I started rubbing my fingers all over her toned flesh. She moved under my hands, cooing appreciatively. 

Ali rolled over on her back, keeping her legs together. I kept stroking her, sliding my palms over her arms to her shoulders, and down.

"Have I mentioned I really love your breasts?" I kissed a nipple.

"Mmm, that's nice." She lifted her head. "Can you explain something to me, though?"

My fingers kept roaming over her body. "What's that?"

"Why is it nearly every guy I've ever been with has grabbed my tits, shoved them together and just stared at them?" She demonstrated, pushing her breasts together. They made quite a nice cleavage.

I blinked. "You're kidding me, right?"

"No. Every boy I've ever dated has done that to me and I don't understand it."

"Well," I said. I could feel my penis getting harder at what I was contemplating. "I can't speak for other guys but I know what I'd do."

"What's that?"

"Do you have any body lotion?"

Ali stared at me quizzically. "In my backpack, front pouch. Why?"

"You'll see." I reached for the black backpack, found the large silver bottle. I opened it, and squirted some on my hands. I then rubbed the lotion all over my cock.

She caught my wrist. "I'm not taking it up the ass if that's what you're thinking."

"Don't worry." I straddled her stomach, the tip of my penis just below her sternum. "Just put your breasts together like you showed me."

She did as I asked. Her tits made a perfect sheath, just big enough to all me to slide my cock in between. It made a squelching sound as I pushed it inside.

"That feels . . . interesting," she commented. I started finding a rhythm.

"Do you like it?" I could feel my breath coming shorter.

"I could get used to it." She watched as my cock head slid in and out. "Actually, watching you fuck my tits is more of a turn-on."

"Good, because fucking your tits is a really huge turn-on."

She laughed. 

We were quiet for several minutes: the only sound was my breathing and my penis pushing in and out of her cleavage. Her skin was incredibly soft around my cock and I felt the ripples of pleasure welling from my hips every time I thrust. Remembering how sensitive she was, I tweaked her nipples, making her sigh.

Ali chose her moment. As my cock head squeezed out between her boobs, she lifted her head and licked the tip. I shuddered and just about lost my rhythm.

"Did you like that?" she asked slyly. "You need to ask?" I panted.

She chuckled, licking my prick again. As much as I wanted this to last forever, I could feel the tension rising, the stiffness that told me I was about to come. My hips moved faster and faster, pumping in and out of her tits. My fingers hung onto her ribs, anchoring me to her.

I felt that sudden rush as my cock spasmed, thick ropes of semen spurting on Ali's face, neck and shoulders.

"That's it, baby, let it happen," she cooed. For a brief moment, her lips circled my cock, licking come from my penis. My legs shuddered from the force of that orgasm. I climbed off her, collapsing on the bed.

"Oh my God," I said when I was able to speak. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." She brushed my long brown hair from my face. "I love seeing you in ecstasy."

"Likewise."

"We'll have to explore that." She grabbed her towel from her backpack, wiping my come off her face, neck and upper body.

"I think I'm up for that."

She grinned. "I noticed."

"I noticed you noticing."

"I noticed you noticing my-- no, I'm not going there."

I kissed her forehead. "I think you just did."

She laughed. "Eat me!"

I cocked an eyebrow. "Is that a request?"

"Is that an offer?"

"Hell yeah."

"I think we're gonna get along just fine." She smiled. "Shall I sit on you?"

I shook my head. "No. I'll stay awake longer if I'm on top."

"Okay." 

I reached around her long legs, lifting under the back of her knees. I moved so that I was below her, pushing her legs up to her chest. I kissed her kneecaps before slowly spreading her thighs. Ali stared up at me, her brown eyes heavy-lidded with arousal.

"Hold your legs apart for me," I whispered to her.

"Like this?" she asked, grasping the back of her knees.

"Yeah." I leaned forward, nuzzling her breasts and stomach. She sighed, running her fingers through my long, brown hair. 

I licked my way down her pelvis kissing the hollow of where he thighs met her hips. I could hear her hiss.

"Now, where was I supposed to go again?" I asked, kissing along her thigh, towards her left knee.

"Mmm," she said. "Are you going to make me beg?"

"Just moan," I replied, touching the back of her knee with my tongue.

"Ohhh," she groaned. "Don't torment me, lover."

I lightly blew on her opened pussy lips, making her shudder. At the same time, I gently squeezed her upper thighs, massaging the inner muscles. I could see her writhing under me, trying to get her clit near my mouth. I kissed on either side of her wet pussy, teasing her.

Just as her hand was about to grab the back of my head, I plunged, sucking her clit into my mouth. Ali screamed, her thighs squeezing my head. I could see her shaking, her other hand clutching her right breast. My right hand crept up, pulling on her nipple as I used my tongue on her clit. I slid two fingers of my left hand inside her sopping pussy, curling around her G-spot. I stroked her, my fingers working in a come-hither motion.

Ali was screaming non-stop now, sweat running down her taut body, pooling in her heaving navel. She climaxed, her pelvis just about knocking my mouth off her clit. She blasted out one last shriek, rolling over to lie on her side, shaking with the strength of her orgasm.

I slid in behind Ali, wrapping myself around her as her shudders slowed. She was mewling between gasps, her hands gripping mine as she pulled my arms around her body.

"Oh wow," she said when she could finally speak. "Sorry about your eardrums."

"Was that good for you?" I asked slyly.

"I'm not sure," she panted. "You'll have to try it again so I can compare. But not right now."

"Yeah," I said. The effect of a very long and strenuous day was catching up with me. I pulled the other sleeping bag over the two of us. 

"Thanks," she mumbled, burrowing into it. 

"Should I blow out the--" Just then the candle in the lantern winked out, plunging the Hut into darkness. "Never mind."

My only answer was soft breathing. Ali was dead to the world. I slumped back onto the improvised bed, making sure there was plenty of sleeping bag for the two of us. I placed a kiss on Ali's spine. She didn't even react. Within seconds, I was asleep as well.

(To Be Continued . . .)



Happy Holidays Ch. 03



I woke to feel something warm encasing my cock. The Hut was still warm, but I could hear the storm whistling outside. Snow obscured the windows. A few candles lit the room, which still smelled of sex from last night. I lay on my sleeping bag for several seconds, enjoying the sensation, before lifting my head. 

"Morning, lover." Ali Jensen grinned up at me. Her saliva coated my erect prick. "Do you like my wake-up call?" She licked my penis for emphasis. 

"Best alarm clock ever," I sighed. I shuddered as she returned to her work. Her long fingers were caressing my testicles, a counterpoint to her lips and tongue. I could feel myself growing larger, thanks to her ministrations. Her eyes smiled at me whenever I looked at her.

"Hey," I said after a couple of seconds, "why don't you move your hips up here so I can return the favour?"

She shook her head. Her curly blonde hair swiped my hips. "I won't be able to concentrate on you."

"Why?" I lifted an eyebrow. "Are you feeling a little . . . aroused?"

She bit her lip. "Maybe." She pulled back, kneeling on the mattresses that made up our bed. She was wearing a Vancouver Canucks t-shirt and white panties. Her nipples were rock-hard through the fabric of the shirt.

I leaned forward. Unlike her, I was completely naked. I'm not the most muscular guy on the planet, but I'm fairly lean and I have what they call 'guitar player arms' - ridged and corded. 

"Are you wondering how good my cock would feel in your pussy right now?" 

Ali smiled. "Maybe." She leaned backwards, but not out of reach. I could smell her arousal. Her tousled hair framed her face, a strand lying along her kissable nose. Even without makeup, I couldn't believe a woman could look that beautiful.

I slid my hands up Ali's arms, making her shiver. "Then why don't you come a little closer?" 

"I–" A squeal stopped the rest of her response as I grabbed her. I twisted her around, bringing her down on our improvised bed. I kissed her chin and neck, my leg sliding between hers, opening her up.

"Wait, wait." She placed two fingers on my lips, stopping me. "There's just one thing . . . have you had yourself checked out recently?"

"Yeah," I said. "As soon as I got back home. I'm clean: I can show you the results if you want."

"I'd like that."

I turned to my backpack, rummaging through the front pocket for my test results. Behind me, I could hear her going through her bags as well. I brought out the single sheet of paper, battered and crinkled from traveling.

"Here you go." I passed her the paper and she handed me one just like it. It only took a few seconds to confirm the information: Ali had a full medical examination last week and tested negative for every possible STD.

"Thanks, Rick," she finally said once she had read the results. "This means a lot to me."

"My pleasure. And thanks for this." I waved her paper. "Now . . . what were we doing?"

"Hold on." She put her hand on my bare chest. "I just wanted to say . . . I'm really sensitive . . . down there and latex condoms really bother me, so . . ."

"You want to go Commando from now on?"

"Yeah. I'm on birth control so we don't have to worry."

"I think that pretty much covers everything, I think," I said. Then I grinned. "So what were we doing again?"

"Getting ready to shag me senseless," she said leaning back on the bed.

"That's right, I remember now," I teased. "Wait," as she started pulling off her t-shirt. "I'll do that."

She lay back, lifting her arms over her head. Her blonde hair spread out over my improvised pillow (actually a couple of t-shirts stuffed into the sleeping bag carrier). She arched her back, allowing me to lift up the shirt. My lips traversed her hips and stomach, right below the hem. She hissed and moaned as my tongue invaded her navel, coating her taut belly with my saliva. At first I tried to gauge where to go by Ali's reactions, the way she groaned and clutched at me, but I soon gave up on that. As Martha Stewart would say, "It's all good."

The white cotton slid over her breasts. My lips were right behind them. Her breasts were large and soft, sliding to the side as real tits always do. Her hands came down, fingers entwining in my long, brown hair. I licked at her left breast, my left hand caressing her right. She moaned, arching her back to give me easier access. Her arms were over her head, gripping the pillow.

"Have you ever been tied up?" I whispered in her mouth, my thumbs rubbing her nipples.

"No," she gasped, her tongue licking my lower lip.

"Would you like to be?"

"We'll talk. Later."

Taking the hint, I licked back down her throat, kissing the hollow at the bass of her neck. Sliding my mouth down her chest, I pulled down her sopping panties. She lifted her legs, helping me get them off. I squeezed her legs, feeling the play of muscle underneath her soft skin.

"Oh jeez," she groaned as I licked up her inner thigh. "Stop tormenting me like this!" Her hands were already cupping my head, so I dove right in.

That did it. I could tell she was on the cusp, so I quickly found her clit with my tongue. Her moans quickly turned to shrieks as her hips bucked against my mouth. 

"Oooh, ooh, right there, right . . . there!" Ali went into her final climb, her legs wrapped around my neck. I could barely hear her screams through her thighs pressed against my ears. Her pussy convulsed beneath me, spraying cum on my face and neck. 


She was still shuddering when I moved over her. Tendrils of hair were stuck to her sweaty cheeks. She reached up, capturing my mouth with hers. We kissed for what seemed forever, her tongue dancing with mine.

"So, my darling," I said when I finally pulled free. "Do you prefer to suck or fuck?"

She laughed breathlessly. "Can I at least recover first?"

"I don't know." I pretended to give it some thought. "What's in it for me?"

She punched my shoulder. "Give me a couple of minutes, and I'll *definitely* make it worth the wait."

"Well," I grinned. "If you insist."

"You won't regret it," she said, rolling on her side, her back towards me. I found her shoulders and began squeezing and rubbing.

"Ooooh, that's nice," she murmured, moving against me. Her left hand lightly stroked my cock, then moved away again.

"Roll on your stomach," I whispered, straddling her as I did so. Ali rested her head on her arms, her nose stud glinting in the candlelight. I worked on her shoulders, going slowly down her ribcage towards the small of her back. I kissed her there, and she sighed contentedly. I shifted back up, my hips on her ass and my erect cock lying on her spine. I gave her a full massage, taking my time working out all the knots and kinks in her back. I only slid my hands across her breasts once. Maybe twice. Okay, three times, but no more than that.

"Let me up," she finally said. "I'm starting to feel guilty here."

I lifted myself so she could roll over. "That was wonderful," she said, her brown eyes sparkling. "By the way, you only gave me two options."

"Are there any others?"

"Of course," she said, taking my hardening cock in her hand. She slid down underneath me. "You forgot Option #3: All of the above." She licked my penis for emphasis.

"Ooh, I like that option," I groaned, feeling her mouth pumping up and down on my cock.

"I thought you might." 

Sweat popped out of every pore on my body. Ali worked my prick like a champ, rubbing it against her cheek, licking the head, and taking it to the back of her throat. I could feel myself getting harder and harder, my muscles were tensing up under the sensation.

"Are you ready to plunge this into my pussy?" she asked.

"I'm not going to last long," I warned her.

"That's all right," she said, sliding under me. "Go for it."

"Not going to last long" was an understatement. It seemed like no time at all before my balls started boiling and I felt that glow just underneath the head of my cock that signaled I was about to come. Her vaginal walls were like a furnace, liquid flowing around my shaft, teasing me with every movement. Every muscle in my body tightened until I could barely move. Ali was underneath me, her pussy muscles coaxing my cock towards climax. I started shuddering.

Every muscle relaxed at once, my prick jerking inside of her pussy. I collapsed on top of Ali, shaking uncontrollably. She kissed the side of my neck and cheek, stroking my hair away from her face.

"Are you okay?" she asked, rolling me over onto my back. "You looked like you were having a heart attack."

"I-I . . ." I couldn't even speak, only gasp for air.

"It's okay, baby." Her eyes were soft and warm as she stroked her fingers up and down my face. "Don't say anything, just relax." Her voice sounded like it was coming from far away. Ali slid the sleeping bag over my chest and I knew nothing more.

***

The sound of Ali's voice woke me up. I lifted my head from my pillow to hear her talking on the CB radio. She was sitting on a rickety wooden chair by the desk, talking into the mic. She was wearing her sweater and a pair of military surplus wool pants. I could hear the male voice coming through the speaker. Outside, the storm was still blowing. I couldn't see anything out the windows, but I could tell it was a bad one. The clock said 8:45. 

"What the fuck do you mean he's up there with you!" the voice said. "Do you know how crazy it is down here? Tony's in deep shit right now because Lawrence found out he sent a lone employee up to the Hut! Now you tell me you took a civilian up there as well?"

"I had no choice, Paul," Ali replied. "You know that Tony's been handing me the shit jobs ever since I told him that there was no way he was getting into my pants. So last night, he tells me to work the Hut shift solo or he'd find an excuse to fire me. Rick Lanier had nowhere else to go and I knew he had some lifesaving experience. What else was I going to do? Over."

I slipped out of bed, and put on some clothes. I spotted the freeze-dried food next to the Coleman stove: I poured some water in the kettle and set the stove on high.

"Shit," Paul said, the storm making his voice crackle. "You know Tony's going to try and pin this one on you; he'll tell everyone that you went up to the Hut against his expressed orders and took some guy up there with you just so you could fuck his brains out. Over."

Ali grinned. "Fat chance. Did you see last night's schedule? I have the original, in Tony's handwriting. After he gave me that ultimatum last night, I photocopied the schedule and put it up in its place. If Tony's dumb enough to try to blame me, I just wave the original in Lawrence's face and Tony's screwed. Over."

There was a silence. "You cunning little bitch," Paul said admiringly. "You really covered yourself well, didn't you?"

"With a boss like Tony, you think I have a choice?" Ali snorted. "Regs state that we can recruit any civilian who has some kind of life-saving certification. Rick has his Bronze Medallion, which makes him eligible. Technically, I saved Tony's ass: you might want to remind him of that if he starts spreading any bullshit around. I found someone who was willing to help, end of story. Over."

Paul sighed. "All right, Ali, if that's the way you want to play it, as far as I'm concerned that's what you did. The less I know about this shit, the better off we all are. Just remember that I can't stick out my neck for you; I got my wife and kids to consider. If you go down for this, you're going alone. Understood? Over."

Ali's voice softened. "Understood. Over."

"So . . ." he paused. "How was he?"

Ali grinned. "I have no idea what you're talking about. He's just another employee. Over."

Paul chuckled. "Smart girl. Sue will pick you up around 1600 hours. That should give you enough time to get your story together. Over."

"Understood. I'll see you when I get back. Over."

"No you won't," Paul replied. "I'll be off shift. We'll go for a beer when we get the chance. That is, if you still have a job then. Over and out."

"Sounds good," Ali said. "First round's on you. Over and out."

"Nice try, kid. Over and out."

Ali clicked the radio off. She noticed what I was doing just as the kettle started whistling. I dumped the freeze-dried chicken fettucine alfredo into a saucepot and poured the boiling water on top of it. I stirred the resulting mush with a steel spoon.

"Oh my God," she said, feigning shock and horror. "You can cook?"

"Well, I can read," I replied, showing her the back of the packet, where the directions were printed.

"Well, that puts you head-and-shoulders above most males," she said, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the lips. "I had to explain to my last boyfriend, using small words, just how he managed to screw up Kraft Dinner."

"Wow. How did he manage to pull that off?"

She grinned. "He put in the mix in the water without letting it boil first. I won't even talk about how much salt he put in there either." She walked towards the bathroom, waving at me as she closed the door.

I winced. Kraft mac-n'-cheese is plenty salty already. I checked on our breakfast: it was doing well.

I heard the toilet flush, then the sound of Ali brushing her teeth. I watched the fettucine mix come to a boil, stirring it occasionally. It had maybe a few more minutes before it was ready.

Ali wrapped her arms around my waist, her head resting between my shoulder blades. "When do we eat?"

"Right after breakfast."

She laughed, smacking me on my back. I feigned being in pain from the hit. "That's it," I said. "No more spanking for you."

"Aww," she pouted. "You're no fun anymore. I'm going home now."

"Not in this weather."

She shuddered. "No kidding. I've been working on this mountain for three years and I've never seen a storm like this."

"Are we gonna be okay?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied. "The Hut was built to take this kind of abuse. We'll be fine as long as the food holds out."

"Glad to hear it. You mind keeping an eye on this while I brush my teeth?"

"Sure." She took the spoon from my hand and stood over the stove.

I took five minutes to achieve enlightenment, and another seven to brush my teeth, shave and make myself look vaguely presentable. When I returned, Ali had taken the pot off the stove and spooned two portions into a pair of battered plastic bowls. She set them on the table with two tumblers of water.

"Here you go," she said, placing two ancient steel spoons next to the bowls. "It ain't the Ritz but the food's hot."

"That's okay," I said, pulling out a folding chair that was nearly as old as I was. "The Ritz doesn't have anyone as gorgeous as you."

She dimpled. "Flattery will get you in my pants," she said, "but not right now. I'm hungry!"

Conversation stopped for several minutes as we devoured our breakfast. Like most freeze-dried meals, the fettucine alfredo wasn't the greatest but, for someone who hadn't eaten in over 12 hours, it was perfect.

"God, I needed that," Ali sighed, pushing her empty bowl away. She took one last swig of water and placed the empty glass in the bowl. "So, first we do dishes, then I have to check you out–"

"I thought you already did that last night," I said innocently. She threw her paper napkin at me.

"Not that way, you horny fucker! No, I have to make sure you know all the safety procedures. We have to at least pretend that we haven't spent this time together fucking each other's brains out, and that means giving you a crash course in safety certification. Understood?"

I sighed mournfully. "I suppose. If I must, I must."

"Don't worry; there'll be plenty of time to play," she said. "But first we'd better do these dishes before the food dries."

"No kidding." We heated up more water and began scrubbing the bowls and saucepan clean. Thanks to Ali's and my surveillance, the fettucine alfredo hadn't had a chance to stick to the bottom of the pot, so it was fairly easy.

While I rinsed the tumblers, Ali wiped down the table. It just so happened I was finished with the dishes before she was done with her chore. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Besides, the sight of that heart-shaped ass leaning over the table was too much for me to resist.

"Hey!" she squealed, feeling me pressing against her. "Down, boy!"

"I don't know," I whispered in her left ear. "I kind of like you like this." I sucked on her earlobe for emphasis. 

I could feel her shudder against me. "This is a really bad idea," she said, but her voice lacked conviction. She tried to push me away, but she wasn't using anything close to her full strength. Her ass wiggled against my hips. Before she knew it, her pants and underwear were around her ankles.

"Hey!" when she realized what I had done. "Stop that!"

"Are you sure?" My left hand slid down, touching her inner thighs. "How are you down there?"

"Still a little sensitive from our session this morning," she panted.

"Don't worry," I assured her, kneeling. "I'll be gentle."

Her pussy lips were still red and puffy, but she was lubricating fast. I took my time, sliding my tongue and lips around her labia, occasionally brushing her extended clit. I kept my touch as soft as I could, and her moans and gasps were my reward.

I finally stood up, pulling down my jeans and boxer briefs. "Shall we move on?" I whispered in her ear. She flinched when she felt my cock against her.

"Not here," she said huskily. "I don't think the table can take it."

"All right." Ali turned and I gathered her into my arms. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I carried her over to our bed, her lips busy against my neck. For a few seconds, I stood there, holding her, my hands busy where her legs met her hips. She quivered in my arms, nuzzling my neck, sighing when I did something she liked.

"Please don't," she murmured when my fingers strayed too close to her other hole. 

"Don't like it?"

"I'm . . . not sure," she said. "I've never let anyone touch me there. It's kind of . . . you're not into anal sex, are you?"

"No, but I've talked with some girls who really liked it and I thought–"

"Esther Green, huh?"

"Yeah." Let's just say I knew more about my singer's sexual history than I was really comfortable with. I think the sly bitch was tormenting me because she knew I didn't want to sleep with her. It wasn't that I found Esther unattractive; I just had a policy of never, ever fucking bandmates. It made things easier kept our relationship strictly professional.

"I'm not ruling it out, but let's stay away from there for now," Ali said. "Okay?"

"Okay." I grinned. "I have other plans for you, anyway."

"I'm not going to be able to walk straight for a week," she groaned. I slowly put her down on the covers.

"If it really bothers you, I could stop," I said.

"Don't worry about it." She lifted her sweater and t-shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. "It serves me right for falling in love with a sex maniac."

"Lo–" Her lips on mine shut me up. I quickly pulled off the last of my own clothes and lay down beside her, lifting her left leg so I could position myself underneath it. 

She hissed as I rubbed my erect cock against her sensitive pussy, but her hand slid down to help me position myself. I slowly pushed my seven inches inside her. Ali's mouth opened and she arched her neck in response. Her eyes fluttered closed. When I was buried in her pussy, I gripped her thigh with my left hand, giving me some leverage. 

I started slowly poling in and out of her, her pussy gripping my cock as if it didn't want to let me go. My right hand reached around and touched her clit, lightly rubbing around her soaked nub.

"Aaah." She bit her lip, her hips rising to meet mine. Her eyelids were squeezed shut, her face scrunched into a mix of pleasure and agony. She squeezed her breast with her right hand, pinching the nipple between index finger and thumb. I kept my pace slow, mindful of her already-abused pussy, but it was possibly the hardest thing I had ever done. Her vaginal walls seemed to find all the right places on my cock, making it swell even bigger inside her. I really wanted to pound her pussy like there was no tomorrow, but there would be a tomorrow, and Mama didn't raise no fool. I took my time, trying to think of anything other than the heavenly place my cock was in.




Happy Holidays Ch. 03



Aaah . . . Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!" Ali's moans erupted into full-fledged screams. Her head thrashed about on the pillow, blonde hair flying in all directions. Her hips convulsed several times, her ass leaving the bed as she orgasmed. I fought to stay inside her.

"Take it out!" she screamed. "Oh God – I want you to come on my tits! Please, come on my tits!"

I pulled my cock from her pussy, making her groan again. I straddled her hips, my cock aimed at the valley between her beautiful breasts. I stroked my cock, looking down at her. It didn't feel as good as her pussy, but it would have to do.

Ali arched her back, rubbing her tits against my penis. Once again, tendrils of hair stuck to her sweaty face. 

She smiled up at me encouragingly. "You want to spurt all over my boobs, don't you?" She panted, her torso still shaking from her orgasm. "You want to give me a pearl necklace?" 

I was too busy to reply, my left hand was a blur along my shaft. I was sweating now, the tightness in my muscles telling me that my own climax was near.

Still staring up at me, Ali slowly extended her tongue, brushing it against the tip. That pushed me over the edge: I spurted all over her face and neck. She closed her eyes to protect them from flying semen. I groaned, feeling my cock jerk in my hand.

When my spurts started to slow down, I rolled over, lying on my back, breathing heavily. We were quiet for a while, recovering from what we had just done to each other.

"Jeez, I've never seen a guy shoot like that before," Ali said, stripping globs of come from a lock of her hair. She licked her fingertips. "Not bad. Want a taste?" she said, extending another fingerful towards me.

"I much prefer tasting you, thanks," I said, still gasping.

"Fair enough," she said. "I prefer it when it's hot and flying anyway." She slowly raised herself to a sitting position. "I needed to wash my hair in any case. You just relax for a few minutes and then we'll get to work."

The next four hours were devoted to life-saving training. Thanks to my Bronze Medallion, I had some idea what I was doing but there was still a lot to take in. However, it wasn't all hard work.

"If you ever do Artificial Respiration on another girl like you just did to me, I'm cutting off your balls with a spoon," Ali sighed. She was lying on her back, and having problems controlling her breathing. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I grinned down at her. "Is there anything else?"

She looked up at the digital clock. It read 3:45. "Just cleaning up this place," she said. "Sue's gonna be here in 15 minutes and what she doesn't know won't hurt her."

"Understood." We worked like demons, packing our things and making the Hut look like we hadn't stayed there. There wasn't much we could do about the smell of sex, but Ali sprayed the room with half a can of air freshener just in case.

Finally, we could hear the roar of the Cat coming up the mountain. The storm had subsided and we could see the surrounding trees, black against the blankets of snow.

"How do I look?" Ali smiled at me, just after she jammed her black toque on her head. She was already wearing her boots and red Snow Patrol parka. We were all packed, and the Hut looked immaculate.

"Beautiful as ever," I replied. "By the way, when you said . . . while we were having . . . you know . . ." Damn, my stutter was coming back.

Her brown eyes softened. "When I said I was falling in love with you? Is that what you're talking about?"

My throat closed up. I nodded.

She kissed me lightly on the lips. "Uh-huh. You're a pretty awesome guy."

"Damn," I whispered. "And I haven't even given you my Christmas present yet."

"Dumbass," she said, lightly punching me on the shoulder. "You already did. You're here."

She opened the door, letting in a blast of freezing air. "So," she said, turning back to me, "what did you get me for Christmas?"

I winced. "I made you a mix CD. I really don't have a lot of money these days. I wouldn't even be up here if my parents hadn't helped out."

She gave me a quick hug. "That's okay. I understand. I look forward to listening to it. But now we gotta go; Sue's waiting for us."

The Cat was indeed idling in front of the Hut, its diesel engine rumbling. But it wasn't Sue standing beside it. It was an older guy, with a black walrus mustache, flecked with gray. Icicles were already forming on the ends. He didn't look happy.

"Oh shit," Ali whispered to me. She was pale. "It's Lawrence."

"Bad?"

"Very bad." She gulped. "Keep quiet and let me do the talking." 

She walked forward into the drifts of snow. I could see she was walking funny, but I resisted any temptation to smile. I fell into step behind her, just after I closed up the Hut.

"Hi, Lawrence," Ali smiled nervously as she approached the taller man. "Thanks for picking us up like this. I really appreciate it."

"Hello, Ali," Lawrence said evenly. His face was hard. "You have a lot of explaining to do."



Happy Holidays, Damn It!



Jenna smoothed the skirt of her school uniform and looked at the other girls anxiously. "Are you sure this will work?" the 'new girl' in the coven asked. "I mean, shouldn't we be wearing ceremonial robes or something instead of, you know, plaid?"

October, the sleek, raven-haired beauty who served as the leader of this group, looked up at the wide-eyed, relatively innocent (but not too innocent, as any of these girls could testify) blond. "It'll work just fine," she said. "It's a sex demon... trust me, it likes school uniforms."

Raina, a curvy redhead, nodded her assent. "Only way it'll like us better is if we take our uniforms off," she said with a mischievous wink.

Tessa, the group's other blond, smiled and slipped off first her blazer, then her blouse. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra, and her perfect 36D breasts pointed out at Raina and Jenna invitingly.

Raina wasted no time latching on to one of Tessa's puffy nipples with her mouth. The busty blond moaned as Ariel joined Raina at her breasts, sucking the other nipple into a state of hard arousal, long brown hair cascading down her back.

October started masturbating while she watched the show, fingering herself under her dress. Jenna straddled her thigh and started making out with her and groping her breasts through her blouse. The 34Cs weren't as big as Tessa's, but they were still bigger than Jenna's own 36Bs.

October's other hand fondled Jenna's ass for a moment, then slid around to the front and found her pussy. Soon, she was fingering both herself and another girl while Jenna took her blouse and bra off and started sucking her nipples like the other girls were doing to Tessa.

They were there because of Mary, another girl at their school. She had always been a cunt, but this year she was even worse than usual.

Mary was one of those Bible-thumping evangelical Christians, and didn't care for anyone worshiping any differently from her. She especially seemed to dislike witches, even the ones who were usually good (although at this particular point in time, even these witches would admit they were being unusually naughty).

The first straw had, in fact, been when Mary started calling them things like 'witch' and, in October's case, 'vampire'. The last straw had been around Thanksgiving. Mary had started telling everyone "Merry Christmas" -- which was nothing new for her -- but unlike the previous three winters (all six characters in this story are legal, which is being stated specifically just so it doesn't get rejected again), she refused to stop saying it to people who didn't want to hear it. In fact, if you told her to say "Happy Holidays" instead -- or to say nothing at all -- she would make it a point to tell you "Merry Christmas" more often. This had culminated in October screaming at her, "Happy Holidays, damn it!" right outside a classroom that had been in use at that time.

October had called a meeting with the other four girls right after detention. Jenna still remembered the way she had winced when she had sat down... she must have been spanked pretty hard for cursing in the corridors.

"We need to teach that bitch to respect other people's beliefs," she had said.

"But how?" Jenna had asked. It was always Jenna who asked the questions... it was her job, as the new girl.

"With this," October had said, pulling a large black book out of her bag and flipping it open to a page with an incantation in an unfamiliar language and a picture of a bizarre tentacled creature. "It's not the kind of spell we're used to doing, but I think we can pull it off as long as nobody has any moral qualms regarding black magic."

"If we do black magic, aren't we proving her right about us?" Jenna had pointed out, but eventually the consensus was reached that punishing Mary was worth it. Besides, it wasn't like the demon would be offended by the suggestion that it attack her... her looks didn't match her personality in any way. Beautiful face, long golden hair, high, firm breasts, a tight, spankable ass, and nice long legs combined to make her one of the prettiest girls in the school.

Once they had decided, the girls had gone about getting everything they would need from the various stores in town. Then they gathered all those supplies together and held this meeting... which had now degenerated into a lesbian orgy, as October's and Tessa's orgasmic cries would confirm to anyone who might be listening in.

October started going down on Jenna after recovering from her orgasm, and Tessa did the same for Raina. Ariel straddled Raina's face, and the redhead ate her shaved pussy. Once all five girls had cum, they got back to the business at hand and started the summoning, adding the pussy juice they had secreted to the offering to entice the demon to come forth into our world.

Eventually, a hole appeared in the floor in front of the girls, and tentacles slithered upward from it. They moved over the girls' soft young flesh, examining them curiously, caressing their thighs before moving up their skirts to rub pleasurably at the front of their panties. Tessa, who had forgone panties as well as a bra, moaned as the tentacle up her skirt penetrated her, fucking her gently.

The powerful tentacles grabbed the other girls' panties and tore them off, then the creature started fucking them too. Other tentacles removed the rest of their clothing, and explored the rest of their bodies. Soon, each girl had her arms and legs being restrained while other tentacles were fucking her in the pussy, ass and mouth and still others were fondling her thighs and ass or rubbing themselves on her face and hair.

Precum was leaking steadily from each tentacle, and the girls were a slimy mess. Tessa was bucking and moaning her way through another orgasm when the demon actually came, flooding all of her holes to overflowing while the tentacles rubbing her face, legs and tits shot cum all over the outside of her body. Then Raina got hosed down too, then it happened to October, Ariel and Jenna as well.

Each girl had a powerful orgasm either immediately before or sometime during the cum shower... by the time they had recovered, the tentacles were gone.

"Well, so much for summoning a demon to fuck Mary," Jenna said. "Looks like it wanted to fuck us instead."

Tessa's clitoris stiffened, then swelled to an impossible length. It looked like...

"Holy shit Tessa, you've got a cock!" Ariel exclaimed.

Tessa's nipples joined her clit, also forming into dicks. October's equipment had done the same thing, and Raina's was starting to as well.

Eventually, all five girls had three hard, throbbing dicks. And a further secret... they knew that, if they had to in a pinch, they could bring forth the demon's tentacles from their own bodies.

"This is even better," October moaned as she stroked her nipple-dicks. "We get to feel the pleasure of fucking Mary ourselves, rather than using the demon as a surrogate."

Tessa was stroking the larger cock between her legs, and groaned her approval of this scenario while cum shot from the tip of it and splattered all over Ariel's ass. Ariel turned to face the blond, aiming her cock upward, and sprayed cum all over the front of her body, covering her flat stomach and perfect tits.

Raina moaned as she stroked her cock to this erotic sight, then covered Tessa from the other end as her cock spurted cum onto the busty blond's ass and lower back. Jenna and October rubbed their cocks together, orgasming simultaneously in an explosion of hot, sticky jism that covered both of their torsos in cock cream.

Each girl's nipple-dicks seemed to be linked to the cocks between their legs... whenever their big cocks came, their little ones did too.

Tessa had tackled Ariel to the floor and pushed her cock into the little brunette's tight, shaved pussy. Ariel moaned as the massive tool thrust in and out of her, bucking her hips to get more of Tessa inside her sexy body.

Raina stroked her cock over Ariel's face, and Jenna and October soon joined her. Cum rained down on Ariel, splattering off her face and hitting the legs and feet of the other girls standing around her. Tessa screamed loudly as she buried her cock to the hilt in Ariel's pussy and pumped her own load into the girl's womb.

"Wait," Jenna said. "Aren't we supposed to be fucking Mary?"

The other four girls all agreed that that sounded like a wonderful idea, and the group of dickgirls set off in the direction of the dorms.

Mary's door was locked, but that was only a minor obstacle for the demon. A thin, strangely ridged tentacle extended from the tip of October's left index finger, and she used it to pick the dorm room's lock. Then she kept thrusting with it until, with a barely audible moan, she came.

The door creaked open, and the five girls entered and shut it behind them. Tentacles sprouted from October's body. Some of them were hooked on the ends, and tore Mary's bedclothes from her body to reveal her naked form to the dickgirls. Others were rope-like, and entangled the girl's limbs, forcing her legs apart. Another was thick and cock-headed, and thrust itself into Mary's mouth to silence her so she wouldn't scream as she woke up.

It had been agreed that since Ariel had taken so much punishment from the other four girls, she should be the one to deflower Mary. She fucked her hard and rough, not letting her enjoy it, thrusting deep into her ass with a tentacle while she tore Mary's hymen with the cock between her legs.

Both dicks came simultaneously, then Jenna climbed onto Mary and continued the mercilessly brutal fucking. While the athletic blond was banging her, Mary felt her mouth being flooded with cum by October... Ariel sprouted a tentacle and took over occupying her mouth, while Jenna filled her lower holes up with cum and gave way to Raina.

Raina's cumshot triggered Mary's first involuntary orgasm. She writhed in pleasure, moaning around the tentacle in her mouth, and Ariel rewarded her by pumping a load of spunk down her throat.

Jenna took over keeping Mary's mouth occupied while Tessa took her turn on top of the girl. Jenna had to hastily insert a second tentacle into Tessa's mouth when she started screaming loudly as she poured her cum into Mary's holes. Tessa sucked enthusiastically, forcing an orgasm out of Jenna, and hungrily drank her load.

While Raina fucked Mary's mouth, October climbed on top of her and continued the orgy. By this time a steady stream of cum, every once in a while containing streaks of pussy juice or virginal blood, was leaking from the blond girl's pussy. Mary had, quite against her will, started to enjoy the ordeal, and was thrusting her hips up to get more of October inside her while she sucked Raina off with a level of enthusiasm nearly matching Tessa's.

Both dickgirls pumped their cum into Mary pretty much simultaneously, and she gladly took it all. She gave October a disappointed whimper as the dicks were pulled out of her pussy and ass, and Raina a pleading look as if she wanted her cock back in her mouth too.

"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet," October said, flipping Mary over onto her stomach. Lying facedown on the bed with her ass in the air, Mary awaited the next round of fucking eagerly... but instead, October's hand struck her ass hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. She started to cry out, but Tessa started fucking her mouth again. And October kept on spanking her, hitting her harder with each blow, leaving angry red welts on both ass cheeks.

"This is what they did to me in detention, you bitch!" October snapped, punctuating each word with another hard slap. "This is what you get for forcing your religion down everyone's throat!"

Mary moaned around the cock in her mouth, trying futilely to protest, but all that she accomplished was making Tessa cum from the vibrations of her attempts to speak. Ariel hastily inserted a dick of her own into the blond's mouth, keeping her quiet while October continued raining blows down on her ass.

"From now on, you're going to respect other people's beliefs!" October commanded. Mary bobbed her head, frantically moaning her assent around Ariel's dick.

Ariel let up fucking her throat just long enough so she could cry out, "Yes! I'll be nice to you from now on, I promise!"

"Say it!" October demanded, delivering her hardest slap yet.

Mary shrieked in pain, then asked, "Say what?"

"You know what."

Looking utterly defeated, with tears and cum streaking her face, her pussy and asshole leaking semen profusely and her ass cheeks bruised and swollen, Mary turned her head to look up at October submissively. "Happy holidays," she said.



Happy Holidays from the J Triplets



"Okay, the bathroom sink and the toilet are both in good working order again," Jonas Collins smiled at his sisters. "When Mom and Dad arrive on Christmas morning, everything should be in perfect working order." The girls, who were watching "A Charlie Brown Christmas" on television looked up and smiled up at him.

"It's really good to have a man around the house," auburn-haired Jayden smiled at her 2-minutes younger sister. "Don't you agree, baby sister?"

"He does come in handy, that's for sure," blonde Janet grinned. "Thanks, big brother," she got up and hugged her 5-minutes older sibling.

"You don't have to make such a fuss every time I fix something," Jonas laughed. "We've all been living here for the past year; it's as much my house as it is yours. This is how I contribute, being Mr. Fixit. You're also very well aware that if our mother found a single speck of dust or something that wasn't in good working order in this house, we'd never hear the end of it," he laughed.

His sisters both stood up and gave him a huge hug. Since childhood, the triplets had been there for each other. All had been supportive and continued to be unwavering in that support. In the events of the previous year, that support had been very necessary for all of them.

The first crisis was Jayden's. The middle child of the trio had been working at a local restaurant part-time while pursuing her chef's papers. She had always loved good food and cooking. Janet teased her sister that she should weigh 300 pounds with the way she ate. "I have my own ways of working it off," Jayden winked at her sister. Janet rolled her eyes. They had been roommates for about a year after leaving high school and Janet knew all-too well her sister's "ways". Quiet, she was not.

It looked as if all was going to go swimmingly for Jayden when a massive fire gutted the restaurant and took Jayden's dreams with it. The fire was discovered to be arson. As Jayden was dating the owner, she was implicated in the crime. To make matters worse, boyfriend-scumbag Warren didn't speak in her defense. Only her smart and successful lawyer-brother got Jayden off the hook. He got his investigators on the case and found damning evidence against Warren that also cleared Jayden. Still, for a while, she couldn't find work and wasn't able to complete her chef's apprenticeship. She settled for work as a line cook until something better came up. Worse yet, she had been saving for a down-payment on a nice home and now that would have to wait. Adding to her woes, the holidays were approaching and she wanted to be able to celebrate with the siblings she adored and buy them something nice. She didn't want to be gloomy at Christmas, but Jayden had lost her job, her boyfriend and her home all in one fell swoop. Her sister proved to be her salvation. Janet was happy to have her sister back as a roommate, even though the circumstances were less than ideal.

Janet had worked for the past 3 years with a successful interior design firm. She had been on the fast track to a partnership and that hope was dashed. She didn't understand why she had been passed over and the job had gone to Linda Johannsen until she caught the blonde giving their boss a blowjob under the mistletoe in the lady's room at the company Christmas party. Janet stormed out, resigning on the spot. She knew she was good at what she did. She was fully believed that she could build her own clientele, given time. It just meant she would have to delay some of her plans. To make matters worse, after Jayden moved back in with her, her apartment building announced they were going condo within a few months. Even pooling their resources, the girls didn't have quite enough money. The sisters were in their late 20's and tired of apartment living, tired of moving but there seemed to be few other options available to them. Even Jonas was unable to find a legal loophole to allow his sisters to stay more than a little while longer. It looked like it would be a bleak holiday for his two sisters and Jonas hoped their shared celebration would at least buoy their spirits.

It was right about then that the final crisis was experienced. Jonas was told by the firm he worked for to represent a client he found totally unethical. He knew the man was guilty of the crimes he was accused of, crimes that were utterly repugnant to the idealistic young attorney. He refused and was summarily dismissed. At first it seemed as if he was blacklisted, but that didn't last. He was just too good an attorney for someone not to hire him but it would take a while to make the kind of money he had been making before. Jonas decided that he would keep it a secret from the girls until after the holidays so not to spoil theirs with his own troubles. Sadly, someone else dashed that all to hell.

His fiancé was not going to sit around waiting for Jonas' good fortunes to return. She wanted out and unfortunately, Pepper owned the condominium in which they had been living. She was also quite vocal to all of their friends about what had happened to Jonas and what an idiot he had been to not obey the chain of command. His sisters called him and suggested they all go out, have a great meal and get a bit blitzed. Jonas let out a deep sigh and told them both it sounded like a great idea.

"I never liked that snotty little bitch," Jayden said as she had dinner with her twins. "You're too good for her. I always guessed she must have been a terrific fuck to keep you interested." Jonas' guffaw was so loud that people's heads turned.

"Just like you were too good for Warren," Jonas smiled back.

"Well, duhh," Jayden laughed along. It appeared as if Warren would be going to jail for a long, long time thanks to her brother's hard work, but the betrayal still stung.

"Our top priority should be new housing. We all need a new place to live," Jonas smiled and nodded at their waitress to bring him another drink. She was a pretty young thing about 19 with a nice figure. Had he not still be smarting over his recent breakup with Pepper, he would have asked for the girl's number. "Do the two of you have any leads?"

"Nothing we like and what we like, we can't afford," Janet sighed. She had noticed her brother eying the girl and agreed with him. The sunny little redhead was quite attractive.

"I have a solution, if you two are interested," Jonas smiled at his twins. The girls leaned forward and for the first time in days, pretty smiles crossed their faces. "I'm still making pretty good money and you two are slowly getting back on your feet. We won't have to dip into our savings to survive. Why don't we pool our resources and buy a house together? If we do that, I just bet that not only can we afford the down payment, we can actually afford a lot more than that."

Janet and Jayden looked at each other and then back at their brother. "That would hardly be fair to you," Jayden spoke for the pair. "You make a lot more money than we do."

"Like I give a damn about that," Jonas smiled. "I just want the three of us to be happy. We can find a nice place and the two of you can contribute whatever you can, plus you can cook and decorate the place -- two things at which I suck. I'm handy with tools and can handle all the legal work, so that will save us more money. With the two of you cooking and cleaning, it won't look like a bachelor pad and I'll eat decently. Come on girls, you know this is the best solution you're likely going to find."

The sisters both smiled and threw their arms around their brother. Handsome Jonas to the rescue again. It'd been like that since they were kids and probably always would be. He was their big brother and protector and he actually relished that role.

With Janet's resources and contacts from her interior design work, it didn't take them long to find a nice place. It was quite spacious, although it needed some work. They bought it on the spot because they were able to buy it for a very good price and pay off more than half of the mortgage. Janet and Jayden did a lot of the painting and interior work while Jonas, who was handy with tools and in gardening, tended to all of those details. In three months, the results became very noticeable. The triplets had a beautiful home in which they could quite easily live. Even their hard-to-please parents gave their grudging approval, which would have been raves from anyone else.

They had been living for about a month when things changed for the triplets. Jonas was in his bedroom reading when Janet knocked on his door. She entered and sat on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a robe to keep away the chilly night air. "I have a small problem," his sister said to Jonas as she reached out and touched his face gently. "With you living here, I keep remembering that night."

Jonas remembered "that night" all too well. Sometimes with regret and many times, with passion. His sister and he had done what many would have considered unthinkable. They had both been having horrible luck with the young women and young men they were dating. They talked and cried and before too long, it happened. Janet and her brother had slept together and been each other's first. It had been intimate and sweet and loving, there had been no coercion and both were totally sober at the time. It was something that had happened at the moment and a few times after before they ended it just as it had begun.

"I remember," he said softly. "It was an unforgettable time. You were the most special lover of all and remain so."

She nodded. "For me as well and I've never forgotten the way you felt and how special it was to be with you. How you held me and made me feel treasured. No other man has been that close to me, not ever." She shrugged and the robe fell away to reveal that she was wearing a beautiful black teddy. With her beautiful tanned skin and blonde hair, she was sexier than ever. "I want us to be close again, in that way. I want us to be lovers again. We've always been there for each other and I need you again. I can't be so close to you and not have you. Can we please make love again and share the passion we felt that night?"

"Not without me you don't."

The two of them turned to see Jayden standing in the doorway in lovely mauve lingerie and heels. "I've known about this for years -- how could I not? For months, you kept smiling at each other and you'd hold hands when you thought that no one was looking. I've always been a bit hurt you didn't include me that evening, haven't we always shared everything?" She walked towards the bed and touched both of their beautiful faces. "I don't know just what I would have done back then, but it would have been nice to have been asked." Her siblings both looked at her and then the two women looked at Jonas. This really was his decision and he was the one in control in many ways.

He looked at his sisters. "I love you both, but we have to be clear on this. Both of you know that this is very risky and illegal. No one could ever know we're doing this -- NO one!" The girls smiled at him and nodded. Jonas looked at both of his sisters who were both beautiful and unique in their own ways. He shifted over in the bed and made room for the both of them. 

Janet got in first as this had been her idea. She started kissing him with the passion she had felt all those years ago. To his surprise, Jayden did not approach her brother first, but instead, her hands began to gently touch Janet's body. "I've always been curious about other women," she said as if she had been reading Jonas' mind. "In this room, tonight -- who will know but the three of us? We can let our imaginations run wild and fulfill all of our fantasies."

Janet smiled and nodded at her sister. She had always kept parts of her world to herself, not sharing them with her siblings. One of the secrets she held close was that she had experienced many other women over the intervening years. She kissed Jayden back and moved closer to Jonas on one side while her sister neared him on the other. Jonas knew that they probably shouldn't be doing this. That many would say this was incest and wrong. He knew that was right be he also knew that he loved these two women more than anyone else on earth. They had shared everything all of their lives and been part of each other. This relationship would likely work for them. Jayden was kissing his chest while Janet was tugging off his PJ bottoms. As soon as they were gone, Janet had his cock in her mouth. She still knew what he liked and the years she had been with others had served her well. He let his sister suck on his cock while he got familiar with Jayden. She kissed a bit differently than their sister; she seemed to like it with a bit more intensity. Jonas dearly hoped that this wasn't just some wacked out dream from which he would wake up at any moment.

Jayden looked down at her gorgeous blonde sister and saw the size of the cock she was sucking. She had seen men bigger than her brother, although Jonas certainly was of an impressive girth. It had been too long since Jayden had enjoyed a good fuck. Jayden knew it was important for Janet to rekindle the fire she had once shared with their brother but she wasn't going to be left out. Not ever again. Jonas meant the world to her, they both did and being here with them tonight, it all felt right.

Jonas loved both of his sisters and he had always felt a bit of regret that they had never shared their intimate secret with Jayden. He was duly thankful that she didn't seem too upset and smiled as she started kissing her way down his body. When she joined Janet in sucking his cock, Jonas did all that he could to hold on. It didn't work, his cum surged forth and his siblings swallowed his load between them. The two of them kissed and their mouths mashed together while sticky with his cum.

"You're a wonderful kisser," Jonas heard Jayden sigh to their sister. Janet nodded and kissed her again.

"I think kissing and loving foreplay are my favorite parts of sex," Janet said to her sister. "It's one of the most intimate things two people can share. Jonas loves to kiss too -- the first time we kissed as lovers, we just kept doing it over and over again." For the first time, someone voiced what should have been said a long time ago. "We shouldn't have excluded you and for that, I'm sorry. It was just such an intimate and spontaneous thing to do and neither of us was sure afterwards how you would react. That first time was such an impulse on our part and the times after we just couldn't help ourselves. Then it was over and we moved on -- or so we thought."

Jayden stroked the small of her sister's back under the teddy. "You're forgiven, but I'm going to want compensation from the pair of you," she chuckled. "You're both going to eat me and fuck me and drive me crazy tonight. I'll probably beg you to stop but don't you dare! I want as many orgasms as I'm capable of having and I want to be exhausted by the time the sun comes up. Do either of you have a problem with that?"

Jonas' face wore a wide grin and his blonde sister shook her head. Sex was the menu for the day and if his sisters wanted to make him the main course, who was he to object? They were all single and living under one roof, this might well prove advantageous to all.

Jonas watched with great pleasure as his two sexy sisters undressed each other and began to put on a very sensual lesbian scenario for him. He was sure that Janet had been with women before, it just seemed like the kind of thing she would do. The differences in their bodies were highlighted as the taller, slightly darker Jayden rolled on top of the smaller, blonde Janet. The one thing Jonas did not see in either young woman was any self-consciousness on their part. They loved and kissed and touched and seemed to be continually aware the brother they both adored was present. They both looked back at him and flashed smiles as their bodies meshed together. Janet was leading their sister down the correct path, but only just. Jayden seemed to be learning the ropes in a very timely fashion.

Once their lust for each other had been sated, the two nympho sluts, as they happily thought of themselves, turned their attentions to their incredibly sexy brother. Jayden sampled the cock that Janet had so eagerly sucked and Janet got some more loving licks from Jonas' talented tongue. Both of his sisters wanted to be fucked, so Jonas thought of a clever solution. He let Janet go first and had Jayden time her -- no more than 5 minutes. Then it was Jayden's turn and she was accorded the same rights. Jonas felt as if his cock might burst and did his best to control his urges. He knew that too much was riding on this to let anything screw it up. Once Jayden had her turn, he suggested the girls get on all fours. He fucked them alternately and told them to kiss and play with each other while he did so. It took some of the pressure off of him and he was able to slow down a bit and avoid cumming too soon. It was working out rather nicely because the girls seemed almost as into each other as they were into him. Jonas loved fucking them both and hoped that neither of them would ever ask the question who was better. He did have an answer, but he wasn't ever going to be stupid enough to voice it aloud.

The trio of incestuous lovers were quite able to fuck until dawn, as Jayden had requested. Then, the exhausted triplets slept until noon. Jonas was the first to rise and he went downstairs to prepare a nice brunch for all of them. He thought he might well have fucked them both out because it was nearly 1 AM before they came down to join him. Both had smiles on their faces, although they were a bit bleary-eyed as well.

As they prepared for the arrival of their parents, smiles were on the faces of all the triplets. Nearly a year had passed and Jonas was pleasantly surprised that the passion and the novelty of fucking each other still had not worn off. He was happy at his work and his colleagues noticed, telling him that he was likely on the fast track to a partnership in his new firm. Jayden was happy at home and she had stopped looking so tired and weather-beaten. With the support of her family, she had also decided to return to culinary school part-time to achieve her diploma as a pastry chef. Janet was the happiest of them all and couldn't wait to share with her twins the happy little secret that would start the New Year off with a bang. 



Happy Holidays



“I swear, those white, small-dicked, Canadian boys don’t know how to treat a real Nubian woman like a princess.” Janice declared while straightening her bra straps. Her large, full breast barely remained contained under her light pink halter-top. “They sure can lick pussy though.”

“Janice!?!”

“She does have a point,” added Denise and with that, she and Janice laughed as they gave each other a high five.

“But seriously, it sounds like this guy is just going to take you out for a beer and a burger after a hockey game,” snorted Janice.

“Not even. He sounds classier than that.” Denise spoke in Mathew’s Defence.

“Girl, are you even serious about this guy?”

“It’s not like that,” Neesha tried to explain. “We’re just going out to diner,” but after having said those words she began to feel a pang of guilt like she had just run over someone’s cat and drove away. “I don’t even know if he intends for this to go anywhere. We’re just going out.”

“What did you say he gave you again Neesha?” asked Denise.

Neesha smiled at the memory. “He gave me a teddy bear.”

“With dreadlocks,” added Janice.

“Well I think he’s sweet,” grinned Denise, “And you said he’s cute. You should go for him.”

“You know what? Even if he is cheap, I think maybe you should hit that up. I swear, in the FIVE years that I’ve known you since we met at Sheridan, I have yet to see you hook up with ANYBODY. You need to get laid girl,” laughed Janice.

“She does have a point,” Denise cackled along with Janice. “All I’m saying is that you need to get out there and enjoy life, loosen up a little. If some one’s interested in you run with it. Hmmmm, maybe we shouldn’t have invited you-know-who after all.”

“Speaking of which, do I have the man to LOOSEN you up.”

“What are you talking about Janice,” Neesha coldly asked. No sooner after she said the words did the answer begging to walk towards their table.

“Well I need to get going, I have an early day tomorrow,” Denise smiled guiltily while standing up.

As she did, Janice’s boyfriend Shawn spoke. His beard was neatly trimmed and matched his short cut hair. “Before you leave, I want to introduce you to my bredren, Jason Derek. J.D. this is Denise, this is my queen; Janice, and THIS...” he said gesturing to the tall, slender woman in the middle who had one eyebrow raised incredulously, “this is Neesha.”

“Neesha?” he asked if he heard correctly as the music in the lounge became louder. He reaches his heavily muscled arm over the table to shake her hand. As he did you could see the chest muscles beneath his tight white T-shirt twitch with the movement. His shaved head shined in the coloured lights. When he smiled Neesha could see gold-capped teeth.

“Please, call me Natasha,” she spoke over the pounding base of Ludachris telling people to Stand-Up.

“What did you say?” hollered J.D. in a heavy Trinidad accent.

“NATASHA,” she hollered back.

***

Neesha was glad to be home showering off the filth and grim from the lounge. It felt good to wash off the feel of his rough hand and nicotine breath. She silently cursed to herself about being set up by her well intentioned but clueless friends. “Entrapment, that’s what it was.”

J.D. laughed at his own jokes. Neesha saw no humour in his anecdotes about beating up guys while he worked as a bouncer or the tall tales of Hip-Hop artist that invited him to wild parties after their shows. He was self-centred and rude and the more he talked the lonelier Neesha felt. “What do you mean you’ve never smoked weed?” J.D. spat at Neesha. “You’re from Jamdown, right?”

“Yes, I’m from Jamaica,” she sighed.

“And you lived there how many years?”

“I left when I was seventeen and a half. That was over five years ago,” she replied starring down at the hand stirring her Pinacolada.

“JEEZE!” was his reply. “ And you've never smoked? Not even second hand Marijuana inhalation?”

Sighing, she turned down her covers and slipped under her cool and soft cotton sheets. If it had been cold in her apartment a few days ago, she could no longer recall the physical memory. Now it was swelteringly hot in her apartment. Much to hot for her comforter as she tossed and turned under her sheets. Being both anxious and nervous about going out with Mathew tomorrow didn’t help. She felt a multitude of sensations. Her heart beat rapidly and her stomach had difficulties digesting the butterflies she somehow swallowed. Through it all she could feel something else; excitement. She felt a warmth of excitement all over that came from the inside out.

Soon Neesha felt too hot and ripped off her wool socks and dropped them to the floor. That wasn’t good enough. She restlessly shifted about unable to sleep. Her eyes shot open and she lay motionless as gears began to turn in her head. Finally she boldly released the clutch. Her body moved. She lifted the covers. She made a bridge with her back and slid off her light blue cotton panties. She lay motionless again but only for awhile before she triumphantly tossed her T-shirt on to the floor as well. Pulling back the covers, she sighed in satisfaction. Now, she felt good. The cool sheets felt airy as they gently lay against her skin.

The salt water felt good against her dark flesh. The sun was warm over head as it flickered through the palm-trees with the swaying morning breeze. His mouth felt hot on hers. His fingers felt soft as they tickled their way down to the string of her bikini-bottom to pull at the knot at her right hip. The fabric rested loosely on her skin. The warm soft hand began to brazenly slide across her smooth stomach and over the nub of her outie-belly-button. Now it slid lower to her sensitive, hairless crotch until those fingers slid effortlessly inside her moist wet slit. She breathlessly sighed into his neck and ran her fingers through his soft, damp wavy brown hair.

"Yes Mathew," was all she whispered. Mathew had reached around and undone the bow knot behind her back. Her pink bikini top rested lightly over her breast but now Mathew's lips were pushing away a triangle of fabric. "Yes," was all she could breath as he gently licked, sucked and nibbled on her thick black nipple. He was so gentle, just like how Neesha longed to be touched. Mathew continued his ministrations between her thighs as he flicked and swirled his tongue over her bud. His index finger delicately slid back and forth over her tingling clitoris that had pushed out from under its hood.

"BMEEP! BMEEP! BMEEP! BMEEP! BMEEP! BMEEP! BMEEP! BMEEP!"

Neesha's eyes shot open with both shock and horror. Her alarm continued to whine as she became aware of her surroundings. She sweat lightly. Her beautiful nude body glistened in the growing morning light, her sheets long since kicked off. Her right hand was between her legs, her left on her breast. Her brow furrowed with confliction emotions. But she continued. Her eyes shut tightly and her brow wrinkled further. The hand between her burning thighs picked up where Mathew had left off in her dream. Her body began to thrust desperately towards her climax. "Yes... yes...please," Neesha begged but it was unclear whether she was calling out to her lover or pleading with herself. Her stomach began to contract rapidly and her hips bucked wildly. "Ahh....aaaahh. aaaaaahhhhhhhh," she proclaimed in ecstasy but her face was a contradiction of both immense joy and deep sorrow as her orgasm flooded her senses.

Finally her alarmed stopped buzzing as she brought a hand down on top of it. Neesha lay there silent in the now silent room as her eyes began to water.

***

The Friday of December the Nineteenth was cold but not unbearably so. On the eighth floor the advertising agency on Bloor Street West, life moved about quickly in front of Neesha. She was shocked to see the clock on her monitor confirmed what both the big clock on the wall and her watch told her. It was already a quarter to four. Every time she looked up from her work today, she was surprised to see that time had made another lunge forward. She felt nervous all day and worried her computer would break down. She still didn’t know what she would do come five o’clock and dreaded having to stare Mathew in the eye… those beautiful crystal blue eyes. She was just going to call it off; it was as simple as that, she decided. But, saying that to herself brought back the pang in the pit of her stomach the she couldn’t bear. What’s more is that she felt something else through all of the fear and anticipation. There was a longing. She wanted to hear his soft voice and desired to laugh with him again. She wanted to see his smiling face.

“That’s not fair!” she yelled at her wrist as she looked up from her work while it was saving. “4:35! It’s not possible,” she thought. She grabbed her coat and purse and prepared to leave her desk for the day. She wanted to at least freshen up a little bit in the ladies room before Mathew showed up. Just as she was wondering if cancelling was still an option, she slammed into someone.

“Ooof!” she breathed. I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking… Mathew!?”

“We really need to stop meeting like this,” he chuckled.

“You’re early,” she uttered nervously.

“Well we finished early upstairs and I thought I’d check if you were free too. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Hungry…” she began. She was too nervous to eat all day and now that the question was upon her she realised, “…I’m starving.”

“Great. Do you need anything from your desk?” Mathew said while helping her put on her coat while she stopped to think.

“No I don’t think so.”

“Don’t forget your hat again.” he cautioned handing it to her.

She smiled at the memory of how they first met and turning to face Mathew, she saw that he shared her smile. “You’re going to love where we’re going tonight,” he beamed.

She snapped back to life “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Oh no,” she intoned sceptically. “My friends took me out last night with that same promise. Where are we going?”

He held the elevator door open for her as he ushered her inside. “I told you it’s a surprise. So what happened last night with your friends? Sounds like you had a bad time.”

“Oh no, we did have a good time. I haven’t seen them in ages because we’ve been so busy and it was great for awhile”

“So you had a good time?”

“Well, yes and no. It’s not really important… hey wait a minute!” Neesha was perplexed to see that they were exiting the elevator and were headed out the lobby. After all of her inner turmoil about going out with Mathew tonight, they were already out the office door and headed to the subway. Just looking at her, Mathew had calmed her fears and whisked her away without any protest. “How did he do that,” she wondered. If she didn’t know any better she’d say that he knew Obeah, Jamaican witchcraft.

“I said wait up!” He stopped. “Where are we going?” she asked wide eyed with amazement.

“I told you it’s a surprise.”

“It’s not a hockey game is it?”

“Hockey?” he looked hurt and bewildered. “You’re joking right.” He held out his hand and she took it. “Anyway the Leafs are playing in Montreal tonight. So tell me all about what happened last night. Everything was fine until…”

“Ugghh… I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Let me guess,” he paid their fares and they stepped on to the platform. “They tried to set you up with someone.”

She laughed. “How did you know!” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Just last week my friends pulled the same stunt on me. My date just kept on talking and talking about herself…” he rolled his eyes and then they both laughed. “What was yours like?,” he asked while holding the subway door open as they stepped out.

“We should set up your date up with mine”

“You think they’d hit it off?”

“That or they would talk each other to death,” she joked. “I swear I don’t know what my friends were thinking. I’ve know them since I moved here five years ago and I don’t know why they think I’d be interested in that block head,” she disclosed in her rich melodic Jamaican accent.”

“What are your friends like? Oh, and by the way, we’re here.”

“Excuse me?” She was surprised to see that he did it again. It seemed like only seconds ago she was dreading having to be alone with him at a restaurant. Now there was no place she would rather be. “By the way, where’s here?”

He pointed up. The sign above Neesha read The Jamaican Jerk and it had a cartoon picture of someone with dreadlocks dancing about like a fool. “You jerk!” She squealed and playfully hit him in the arm.

“Come on, we have a reservation.”

Eventually Neesha did tell Mathew all about her friends over the best food she had in a long time. They even had ginger beer. Mathew needed three to wash down his jerk chicken. Neesha had escoviesh that was nearly as good as her step-father’s and the shared a bowl of cow-cod-soup. They even had Banana Cake for desert. The conversation flowed as freely as the ginger beer. Neesha told Mathew all about how her friends met in the bachelor of illustration program at Sheridan College. She explained how Denise helped her get the marketing job, even though she really wants to be in design. Mathew mentioned that all along Queen Street West after Bathurst, there were dozens of local galleries that showcase local talent and he’d love to see her work hanging there someday.

They were still laughing as they spilled out into the cool night air. To them, it didn’t feel so cold. It was a beautiful snow covered night and the temperature hovered just at zero degrees Celsius. The falling snow sparkled in the streetlights and the thick clouds that completely blocked out the night sky were a purple-pink colour.

Mathew hesitantly asked, “so are you going to tell me what cow cod soup is?”

“Did you like it?”

“Well I guess it was okay…”

“Well then stop asking!”

Again, Mathew seemingly lead them onward with the magic of his voice. They turned onto Yonge Street and carried on South. The stores were all closed now but they still delighted in looking into the shops. Neesha took her time starring into Curry’s art supplies and when they passed the lingerie store, Mathew asked if the blue teddy matched his eyes. Eventually the passed the bright lights as they crossed Dundas Street and saw the shivering people lined up outside the theatre to see the Nutcracker. When they reached Queen Street, Neesha finally asked, “where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Not again! We’re not walking to those galleries are we?”

“Oh, God no! They’re too far away to be walking to in this cold.”

“Oh,” Neesha sighed unable to hide her disappointment. “Then, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he smiled staring into her eyes. “Come on, its not that much further.”

At Nathan Philips Square he came to a stop. “Surprise,” he declared mildly as she starred with her eyes as wide as her mouth.

“...This is a nice surprise,” Neesha sighed at last. Every holiday season, Toronto City Hall will light up the square in front with dazzling lights, ice sculptures and a large Christmas tree. Where there was a fountain under the two arches, there now was a skating rink and people seemingly dancing about. “This is my first time coming here. I’ve heard about it and seen it on TV but I didn’t expect it to be so… Mathew? WHERE ARE YOU GOING NOW?”

“TO RENT SKATES,” he hollered back over his shoulder.

“Mathew, wait up! I can’t skate very well!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you.”

Sometimes he missed and sometimes she pulled him down with her. More than once he slipped, pulling her down on top of him. Though Neesha’s aunt and uncle tried to teach her first winter in Canada, it didn’t take. Mathew was a good enough teacher when he wasn’t on his behind. They laughed and twirled until their bottoms were soaked and their teeth began to chatter.

“I swear, I haven’t had so much fun in my life,” Gasped Neesha as the stumbled into Mathew’s apartment. “Oooo, and my butt has never been in such pain,” she groaned as she peeled of her shoes and her coat.

“Well the gas fire is already started. You can plop down here once you’ve changed out of those clothes. Come on, take them… I’ll get started on the hot chocolate.”

Mathew had some how done it again. No, that’s not true because she remembered agreeing to everything. She remember telling him that she was too sore to go all the way home now and she was the one who brought up that Mathew lived nearby at Osgood Station. She gladly accepted the offer of a warm fire and some hot chocolate. Now she was in his bedroom holding his clothes that she agreed to wear while her wet ones dried in front of the fire. She wanted to be here but couldn’t make sense of the different feelings she felt. She wanted to be here but she was feeling doubt.

She sat down in the armchair that was positioned in front of the gas fireplace wearing Mathews thick woollen socks and his large cotton sweater with her braids pulled back behind her head. “All finished in there?” he called from the kitchen.

“Yes,” she called back.

“The cocoa’s almost ready, so I’m going to go get changed myself. Did you leave your clothes in my room?”

“Um, yes I did… I left them on your floor.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be right out.”

“Soon,” she thought, “He’ll see that I left my bra on the floor. He’ll realize that I’m not wearing the T-shirt or the sweat pants that he left out for me. If only I had the guts to leave my underwear out there for him to see as well. His sweater smells of his cologne.”

I was Mathew’s turn to stammer. “I, uh… I would have brought our clothes to the laundry room in my building, but well, it closes at seven on Fridays…” Mathew spoke hesitantly joining Neesha in front of the fire. He was wearing the shirt and pants that she opted not to wear. Both of their clothes were placed on a drying rack that he put in front of the fire. Her bra was right on top. Mathew lingered there starring at Neehsa, her long legs curled underneath her as she wore his sweater like a very short dress. “I’ll, um… I’ll go get the hot chocolate.”

“I’m sorry that the marshmallows are a bit stale but once you put them in they come alive again…”

“Thanks,” was all she said as she starred into his eyes.

There was a silence as Mathew handed her a cup. She dunked a few marshmallows and stared into the swirling liquid while Mathew took a sip from his.

“Mathew?” Neesha sounded serious.

“….Yes,” Mathew replied slowly.

“…Tell me what Christmas was like for you when you were little?”

“Christmas?! Oh, well didn’t celebrate it.” Neesha’s eyes came alive as she stared intensely at him. “I didn’t mention that I’m Jewish, did I?” She silently shook her head. “So around Christmas time we celebrate Chanukah.”

“Tell me about it,” her eyes were pleading when she asked this.

He sighed, “it’s not even a big holiday.” He looked up and saw her smile as her beautiful brown eyes still pled to him. “Where do I start… well, first of all, there’s the Menorah; that’s the big candle holder with eight candles. The whole festival revolves around lighting another candle each day for eight days. It all goes back to the story of how there was just enough oil to last one day, but it lasted long enough for them to make more so they could rededicate the temple after the had liberated it… It’s this miracle that was a testament to their battle and their faith…it’s sort of a lame holiday…”

His words trailed off but when he looked he saw her hanging on every word. “But tell me what was the Holiday like for you growing up.” She pleaded him to continue.

He smiled back. “It’s really not that big of a Holiday; always forced to compete with Christmas… Well there are Chanukah Songs instead of Christmas Carols and some parents give presents everyday for eight days. I remember getting a silver dollar each day from my grandmother. It’s not as bad as getting socks.” Neesha laughed with recognition. “Sometimes I got books or dradles, my cousin got things like video games, man was he spoiled.”




Happy Holidays



Mathews own face began to lighten. “I remember every year my mom would make things like Latkes and Sufganiyot, they’re these sort of fried jelly donuts, and man were they good. My father would take my sister and I out skating and we built snowmen in our front yard until our hands were numb. And there was always hot chocolate inside waiting for us.” Mathew was now smiling as brightly as Neesha. “It’s not really the holiday that matters, you know what I mean? Passover is a bigger deal and more like Christmas in the sense that there’s a big dinner with the whole family and everybody dresses up in clothes they hate. But even then, it’s not the event, it’s what happens around that time, you know? Growing up in Montreal around Christmas time, or Chanukah time... I have some really fond memories.”

At that he looked up to see Neesha starring down solemnly at her hot chocolate again. “Did you decorate palm trees,” he asked out of the blue.

“What?”

“You know, palm trees instead of pine trees… since you don’t get snow and stuff.”

Neesha started to laugh in spite of herself and smiled back at Mathew. “No, we had a Christmas tree,” she laughed, “an artificial one that my sisters and I loved putting together. And we sang every Christmas Song even if we’ve never seen a snowflake. My mother would freak-out if she ever saw one; she hated the cold.” Here she paused for a bit. “My father died when I was little, it was an accident at work. I remember it being cold that Christmas, never cold enough for snow but my mother walked around in a shawl the whole time. I remember thinking that I’d never feel warmth in the house again at Christmas.”

She paused once more but Mathew didn’t speak. He knew that she had to continue; she had to say this. “And then she met my father; my step father I mean. I didn’t know what to expect that first Christmas. He woke up early and made the best escoveish and he sang the whole time. He sang and made my mother drop her shawl while they danced. I remember my sister learning to dance around the Christmas tree with him before she could even walk.” She recounted all of this with a smile on her face but tears began to well up in eyes. “I haven’t seen them in five years. This will be my first Christmas completely alone. When I was in college and had my auntie but their going to the States this year.” Her voice trailed off and it looked like she was going to cry in earnest.

“Show me how your father made you dance.”

“...You must be joking,” but by now she knew Mathew always meant what she said. “We don’t have the right music.”

“I’ll start us off… Rocking around the... Christmas Palm Tree… at the Christmas Ragae Hop!” He began to dance badly and pull her up out of her chair.

“Oh my Lord… yuh nuh stohp afore yuh brek ya-self. You need to start with a soka beat... You know, something like, boom cha-boom-boom, boom cha-boom-boom…”

Mathew thought of the Fine Young Cannibals, and started a beat. Neesha started to sing. If Mathew thought her voice was beautiful before, it sounded heavenly now.

“I’m… dreaming…of a white…Christmas…” It was gentle yet vibrant and effortless. The way she danced was difficult to explain. She moved with music that only she could hear but as Mathew stood there watching he could swear he could hear it too. Every part of her body was moving as if they were weightless and held up by the music itself.

“Oh, no! You don’t get off that easy. Come here. Com he-yah!” She grabbed his arms and the rhythm seemed to magically flow into him. “Joy to the world… the Lord has come…” Nisha tried to do a spin in the small living room and bumped into the foot stool that held Mathew’s hot chocolate. There was a scramble by the both of them to stop it. They only succeeded in bumping heads and tumbling to the floor along side the spilt milk in front of the fire. They laughed and rubbed their foreheads.

“I’m so sorry, about the carpet! Oooohh,” Nisha groaned.

“It’s okay,” he laughed trying to drag her legs out from under her.

“And thank you.”

“For what,” he paused.

“For everything. For making me laugh and feel better. You do that every time I see you…” they starred into each others eyes. Who moved first neither was really sure. They both moved closer and kissed for the first time. Mathew lay back as Neesha laid down atop of him. They stayed like that just pressing against each other. Their kiss grew in passion until the two were gasping for air, their eyes closed tight in the dime light of the fire.

“Neesha, I…” he began to ask but she answered with another kiss and she began to pull his t-shirt up. They gasped for air as Mathew pulled his shirt off but then she was back kissing him passionately and running her hands hungrily over his lean smooth body. Mathew’s hands reached under the loose sweater she wore and found her buds erect and longing to be touched. Neesha moaned into his mouth. This felt so good. She slid her hand into his jogging pants and whimpered when she felt his solid shaft. Now she paused, broke off the kiss and rose up in front of him. Mathew lay there puzzled but then saw that same pleading look in her eyes. She had to do this. She wanted to. Slowly she stepped out of her underwear. She brought her hands to the hem of her sweater and began to raise it slowly until it was over her head.

She knelt between Mathew’s legs placing her hands at his waistband. He put his hands on hers and helped Neesha pull them off. They held each other, slowly pressing and sliding their bodies against each other. Neesha loved the sight and feel of her soft dark skin against his smooth white skin. They slid their hands over each other until they knew each other by touch alone. They kissed and moaned and sighed until they could take it no longer. She caressed his firm length and held it at her entrance. The tip of his head became wet with her inner lips surrounding it. Her hand holding it began to shake. Her brow furrowed and her eyes began to water but then she looked down at Mathew and into her eyes. 

They both gasped and then sighed in unison. Like hand in glove he pushed into her. As they connected they both felt a tingle of pleasure start at the centre of their sex and begin to spread throughout their bodies. After a time Neesha couldn’t move her hips up and down on Mathew any more. Her vaginal walls were beyond her control and began to contract around his rod. Mathew felt it too. She closed her eyes closed tight as she pressed her chest against his. The contractions became waves up and down his shaft. They ground their genitals together as their orgasms built closer. Their every breath was a gasp. Neesha’s vagina began to squeeze faster and faster and she was determined to see this through to the end. She began to cry out but her arms held tightly onto him. Mathew’s groans became louder and he hugged her closer. Their bodies intertwined. They yelled in unison. Faster and faster and closer and closer until the two bodies began to spasm and thrust until they exploded. Then they were motionless.

The silence of their breathing lasted for a long time before it was interrupted by the sounds of Neesha weeping.

She began to cry uncontrollably on Mathew’s shoulder. He continued to hold her while gently rubbing her back and cooing “Shhh…shhhh…it’s alright….it’s okay” every now and then. The room was silent accept for her sniffles and sobs. After a time the crying stopped and she regained her composure.

“I have to go,” she said calmly.

“What?”

“I have to…”

“I know what you said... Why?” She didn’t answer his question. She didn’t look him in the eye. She stood up and Mathew finally slid out of her. She began to put on her clothes. Mathew slid on his sweat pants. “I just don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you or something?”

“No, it’s nothing like that, it’s just… just…”

“What?” Mathew asked again but more tears began to well up in her eyes as she headed to the door and put on her boots. He had to ask the question.“…Is it because I’m…”

“NO!” she exclaimed as the tears began to pour out. But silently to herself, she thought, “Yes, it is because of that…” She began to open the door.

“Wait,” he pleaded as he frantically jotted down his cell number and paced it in her shacking hand. “I’ll go down stairs and flag a cab with you.” Moments later he was shivering in his leather jacket, sweat pants and his boots that he didn’t have time to lace up. A cab pulled up and Mathew held the door as she slid in. He handed some twenties to the driver. When Neesha finally looked up, Mathew could see her faced was contorted in anguish.

***

The Saturday of December 20th was the first day of Chanukah. Morning came and went while Neesha still lay in bed. Sometime around noon she dragged herself out of bed and into the washroom. She didn’t even feel the water on her skin. Around two in the afternoon, she realised how hungry she was. While in the subway she changed her mind and lost her appetite for West Indian Food. She settled for some Tim Horton’s soup and coffee.

She walked around the streets after that for quite some time and it was dark before she realised where she was. Mathew was right when he said that the paintings in the galleries were beautiful. She passed window after window of incredibly works by local artist. Each one was unique and beautiful. There were paintings in one, sculptures in the next and photos in the one after that. Even the lighted trees along Queen Street west looked beautiful that night. She felt beautiful when she was around Mathew. 

She could remember in art class the feeling she had that her work would never be good compared to the beautiful artist in her class. She felt ugly compared to the perfect models that she drew. She became worried with each new painting that the perspective wouldn’t come out right and sure enough it didn’t. After failed interviews she settled for a job behind a computer.

She missed her family who encouraged her to make something out of her beautiful talents. They paid for her to attend a great art school. But she was the one who got in with those talents. Her first drawings were that of her beautiful family who inspired her. Her first paintings were of the rich landscapes where she felt she belonged. And now when she was with Mathew, she felt that she could paint the whole world. Everything was beautiful when she was with him. She felt beautiful around him because he thought she was beautiful. Even the depressed looking tall, wavy, brown-haired-man who starred at his feet while walking straight towards her, looked beautiful to Neesha…

“Oops! I’m sorry ma’am, I wasn’t looking…” But he was looking up now into two beautiful brown teary eyes that smiled at him. “I’m sorry,” said Mathew. “I just sometimes come up here to think.”

“It’s Okay,” smiled Neesha as she put her arm around his and pulled him along. “I came up here to think too. Do you want to think and look at some galleries together?”

“Sure,” he smiled.

“Mathew…” she whispered.

“…Yes Neesha,”

“What are your plans for the rest of Chanukah this year?”

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