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The Twelve Lays of Christmas Ch. 01

By: BrettJ



As he entered the door of the Pear Tree, he heard the tinkling of the door chimes. Thomas Wickham kicked the snow off of his boots and removed his stocking cap. He grimaced, he knew he already had "Hat Head". Patti used to tease him mercilessly about it.

Damn. Why did everything have to remind him of her? Especially at this time of year? It had been only a few weeks past a year that she'd been taken, stricken by the same kind of cancer that killed her mother and grandmother.

Thomas managed a weak smile as he thought of his Patti. He'd fallen in love with the beautiful blonde on their very first date, her sweet face matched her sweet nature. She managed to get him out on a toboggan, something no one had ever done. Thomas hated winter, but somehow, with her, the cold didn't matter. When the pair of them tumbled off the sled into the snow, she was on top of him. She leaned over and kissed him, hard.

That was the moment he fell in love with her. He kept that piece of information to himself for a few months, when he finally DID confess how he was feeling, she just gave him a look and said "I knew you were in love with me on our first date."

"How?"

She gave him that shrug that he was to see many times over the next few years. "I just did, that's all. Don't worry about it. Love doesn't punch a time clock. I love you too, dummy."

Their sex that night was wonderful, full of love and unrestrained passion. She had his heart and all the lusts that went with it.

They were together for 5 years before they got married, Patti wanted to finish her degree in English Literature and Thomas wanted to get his Chef's papers and get the restaurant in order. His parents paid for the pair of them to live in France for a year, so he could study at the Cordon Bleu school and a month before his graduation, he asked Patti to become his wife.

Giggling, she told him if he hadn't asked her soon, she was going to ask him.

Thomas and Patti had 5 wonderful years, Le Petite Chou was becoming very successful when Patti started getting sick. She kept it to herself at first, but he was so in tune with her by then, she couldn't hide it for long. He suffered through every agonizing minute with her, supported her and cried unashamedly when she passed away. To this day, he felt almost ill when he thought of her. Which, he knew, she would have hated. Patti believed in LIFE.

While she had a lot of her strength left, but knew what was coming, she jabbed his chest with a fingernail and said "You'd better find someone else mister, or I'm coming back to haunt you, got it?"

Thomas kissed her forehead and said "There will never be anyone as special to me as you, got it?"

Patti murmured something he couldn't quite make out and fell asleep. He cried then, long and hard, unashamedly. She was gone less than three months later.

Thomas' mind returned to the present. He had to get those truffles the newlyweds had requested, the one he used in his signature omelettes. The two lovebirds were having a reception brunch for their wedding.

He approached the owner, Mike Lords, whom Thomas had known for years. "Hiya Mike" he said, good-naturedly. "I can't seem to find those truffles I like. Didja move them on me?"

Mike gave him a warm smile. "Yeah, we've been doing some reorganizing, the new girl's been a wonder at helping us make the best use of our space. Hey, Cheryl, can you come here for a minute?"

Thomas heard the girl approaching as he was getting up from getting a few packages from one of the shelves. He wasn't prepared for what he saw when he got to his feet.

There was an honest-to-gosh vision standing in front of him. She had long, thick auburn hair that went down nearly to her butt. Her eyes were blue, but not the normal baby-blue, these were a deep, rich shining blue. Her smile was bright and beaming, she had high cheekbones on a truly lovely face. Her lips were full and the brightest shade of red he had ever seen.

Cheryl was tall, likely about 5'10" and everything seemed to be in the right place. She was wearing tanned slacks and a tight sweater, this was the most beautiful woman he had seen since he had lost Patti.

"Hi, can I help you?"

"Umm, yeah. I'm looking for truffles, I'm ... "

She smiled at him, even her teeth were perfect. "I know who you are, you're Thomas Wickham, you own the Petite Chou. Some of my friends have eaten there, they say you're food is wonderful!"

The compliment actually made him blush, Cheryl noticed and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Cheryl Partridge. But please, call me Cherie, everyone does."

"Lucky everyone" Thomas thought to himself.

Cherie offered to help him find the remaining items he needed for the Wedding Brunch tomorrow. The lovebirds wouldn't be disappointed, he might even manage to be ahead of schedule, thanks to her help. As Mike was ringing up his purchases, he saw Cherie walking towards the door with her coat on.

"Thanks a lot Cherie, you were a big help!" he called out to her. She came over to him and smiled.

"In that case, care to buy a girl a cup of coffee? It's freezing out there and my car broke down this morning."

Thomas nearly declined, he hadn't been too social since Patti's death, but something about Cherie made him reconsider. "Sure thing, coffee sounds great."

The two of them walked a few blocks to Witter's diner. He'd been going there for years, it wasn't fancy like his place, but the food was hearty and great. He ordered two cups of coffee and realized he was hungry, so he ordered a slice of Pecan Pie. "Would you like something to eat?" he offered Cherie.

"No thanks, I am on a diet" Cherie said, waving her hand and sipping her coffee.

"What the heck for? You look terrific!" Thomas realized what he'd said and blushed again.

Cherie laughed again. "You're blushing, I think that's so cute."

Thomas didn't feel it was too cute, he felt awkward around her, like he did when he was dating in High School, the new kid from another country. Cherie put him at ease soon enough, she chatted affably about this, that and the other thing and he felt good to be in her company. He listened to her chat about her family and barely heard her question him.

"I asked, what about your family, Thomas?"

"Sorry. No one here, I'm afraid. My Mum's back in England, with my sister. I have an Auntie and cousin as well, they all share a house there. Dad's been gone quite a while now." He felt sad as he thought of his Dad and Patti. Both were gone far too early.

"No Mrs. Wickham or anyone special?"

"No. Not anymore. I was married. Very happily. She died last year. Cancer."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. She died at the holidays? That must have been awful."

"It was."

Cherie reached out and took his hand, gave it a squeeze. "I am very sorry for you loss. I imagine she was special."

Thomas smiled at the thought of Patti. "Yes, she was. Very."

The pair of them talked some more, and then Cherie asked if he would mind walking her home. She didn't like to walk alone, she told him. 

They reached her apartment in short order, both of them freezing. "Come upstairs, have another coffee. Or Hot Chocolate. Or something stronger, if you'd prefer that?"

He shook his head, but Cherie was insistent. "I am enjoying your company, I don't have a lot of friends here. Please?"

Thomas smiled, then nodded. "Okay. Hot Chocolate does sound nice, but from scratch, okay?"

She grinned at him. "The only way I make it. With little marshmallows, too!"

He followed her up the stairs to an apartment that was nicer than he expected. "I have a roomie, she's a model" Cherie explained. "I pay what I can, but I bring her nice goodies from the store."

Thomas liked the place, it was beautifully decorated and everything was in it's place. He liked order, Patti thrived on chaos. They'd met somewhere in the middle. He felt Cherie's presence behind him, he could smell the warm cocoa. He accepted the steaming mug and close up, she was even more lovely. There was an urge to kiss her, but being a gentleman, he didn't follow through on it.

Cherie sat down on the leather couch beside him. She was so close, he could smell the subtle aroma of her perfume. He was intoxicated by her, overwhelmed in a way he hadn't felt in years. He made a lot of small talk, anything to take his mind off of the desirable creature beside him, perilously close.

God, she was desireable. He wanted to know her and listened intently, to all her stories of growing up, surrounded by loving family. Her desire to be an actress, being taken seriously, refusing to go the easy way, by modeling. Her roommate had done that, it was fine for her, but she wanted to be a stage actress, Cherie told him. He merely nodded and was lost in the beauty of her face.

Thomas looked at the clock, it was getting late in the day. He smiled at Cherie and went to leave.

"I've had a lovely afternoon, thanks for making me smile – and blush. I should get going."

Cherie looked at him, then asked him to wait for a second. She excused herself and left the living room. He sat there patiently, wondering what was going on. He really should get going, he thought, he would need a good night's sleep to prepare the brunch tomorrow.

Thomas felt slender fingers trace his collarbone and turned around. He was very surprised at what he saw.

Cherie was standing behind him, she looked lovely, incredible in fact. She was wearing a pale yellow silk teddy, trimmed with black lace. Her hair was wild and unfettered, she had on a pair of sexy black heels. There was no mistaking her intentions.

"Ch-Cherie ... " he stammered "I can't. We've only just met, it wouldn't be right."

Her gentle hands massaged his neck, as if to ease the tension from him. "For who, silly? You're not taking advantage of me, I'm a grown woman. I'm new in town, I'm lonely. You're lonely. Can't we give each other some wonderful memories, make this night special?"

Cherie was wearing down his resistance, not that Thomas had much. Cherie was an exceptionally beautiful woman, very sensual, very desireable. She had great hands too, he would love to feel them on his naked body.

Cherie's soft lips began kissing his neck. God, how did she know how much he loved being kissed there and behind his ears. He was practically melting into the couch.

"I want us to make love Thomas, to have a memorable night. Please?"

He sighed, he knew he wanted her as much as he had ever wanted any woman. "I shouldn't, but you're so beautiful, I'd be a fool to resist." Thomas stood up and took Cherie's hand, she led him into the bedroom. She kissed him softly and moved away from Thomas and towards the bed.

It was wonderfully decorated, there were a few candles strategically lit, the scent of jasmine wafted throughout the room. It was a warm and inviting room, it reflected its owner. He smiled when he looked over and saw her sitting on the bed. It was a brass bed, it suited her somehow.

"You're still dressed Thomas. Want me to take care of that for you?"

Thomas turned and smiled at her, she beamed back at him. He stood before her, she smiled up at him from her seated position on the bed. She began to unbutton his shirt, occasionally she'd let her hand roam all over his chest and stomach. Thomas was glad at this time that he'd kept himself in shape, some of his fellow chefs liked their own cooking a bit TOO much.

"You feel nice" Cherie said to him with a soft smile.

"It's been a while, I may be ... "

Cherie stood up and placed her lips firmly on top of his. "Thomas, we're going to have a wonderful time. I'm going to make sure of that, don't be nervous, silly man."

Thomas relaxed a bit and began kissing her back. Those beautiful, ruby-red lips of hers were so soft, so warm and inviting. Despite his reservations, Thomas felt his cock begin to stir.

Cherie teased him by letting one strap of the teddy slip down, exposing one breast. Like her, it was beautiful, round and firm, with a sweet, candy-pink nipple. Thomas sucked it into her mouth and heard a soft sigh escape her lips. "That feels so nice" she purred. "You have a nice touch Thomas."

Thomas was inspired to please her, so he slipped off the other strap, exposing her other breast. He kissed the breast softly, fondling its twin with his hand, her skin was near-perfect and silky to the touch.

"Oh darling, let me finish undressing you or we'll never get to the main course" Cherie said with a slight giggle.

Cherie fumbled with his belt buckle and unzipped his fly, his pants slid down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. He placed them on a nearby chair and Cherie giggled at him again.

"So British. Neat and tidy."

He joined Cherie on the bed and took her into his arms. She felt so good, soft and inviting. He ran his fingers through her thick, lustrous hair and caressed the side of her neck, he kissed her there and she trembled. She liked being kissed there almost as much as he did, Thomas noted.

Thomas took his time, he decided he was in for the long haul. He continued to kiss her, moving down to her soft shoulders, noticing the light dusting of freckles there and just above her breasts. He trailed his tongue gently across her skin and saw the goosebumps rise on her skin.

"You can keep doing that" Cherie said, sighing again.

Thomas kissed her breasts again, teasing each nipple into a hardening bud. She smiled at him and Thomas felt a sense of satisfaction at knowing he was bringing her such pleasure.

"Move up to the top of the bed" Cherie insisted. Thomas did as he was told, when he was there, she yanked his silk boxers off of him. His cock flopped out and he saw her eyes widen in delight. "Oh, you're a BIG boy!" she said teasingly. He felt himself redden again.

She moved away from Thomas briefly, and slid the teddy off of her body. Now both of them were naked and the increased heat in the room was palpable. Cherie moved back towards Thomas, her body stunning. She grinned and then slid her lips down and around his shaft.

Thomas groaned loudly at the first contact of Cherie's mouth on his shaft. The first few flicks of her tongue were teasing, tentative, but within a few minutes, the hot brunette really got into her cocksucking. She licked all the way up his shaft, from base to tip and when she reached the top, she sucked at it with ardor. It was like she lived for this, her talent for fellatio was immense. She licked Thomas, sucked and all he could think of was he didn't want her to stop.

But stop she did – long enough to swing her body around so that Thomas could feast on her pussy. He ate her with attentive skill, feasting on her, sliding his tongue all over her cunt, pulling at the lips, paying special attention to her clit. She was soaking wet within minutes, her juices flowed freely onto his licking tongue.

"Oh Goddd Thomas, you're so fucking good!" she squealed as he sucked her pussy. Hearing her lewd words made him work even harder to pleasure her. Not that it was much of a task, her pussy was so sweet and hot, he could have eaten her all night long.

She was wet, slick – ready to be made love to. Cherie whimpered slightly as he moved his face from between her thighs, Thomas yearned to be buried deep inside of her.

"What's your pleasure Cherie?" he asked her.

For a moment, she was overcome with the sensations she had been feeling and wasn't capable of thought. Then Cherie realized that Thomas was asking her how she wished for him to make love to her.

She moved on top of him, grinning that knowing smile again, and inserted the head of his prick inside her pussy. She ground her body sinuously against him as she took him in, inch by inch, torturing her new lover with her fingertips grazing his flesh. She inched her pussy down, slowly, using the muscles to squeeze tightly, then release, as she let his cock make its way inside her cunt.

Once he was inside of her, it was as if a different Cherie emerged. She began to move slowly at first, but that went out the window in scant seconds. She began to ride him hard, taking all of his cock inside of her pussy, her nails raked his chest as she began to fuck Thomas with heated passion.

"You like it, don't you baby?" she growled at him as she top-rode his thick shaft. "You like being inside my tight, wet pussy? You like the way little Cherie's taking your big, hard dick inside her? Feels good, to be fucking my hot, wet cunt, doesn't it lover?"

Thomas had to keep focused on pleasuring her, his hands caressed her breasts and stomach as he moved his cock within the confines of her pussy. He let her run the show, she was a confident, capable lover who seemed to have endless tricks in her arsenal. From time to time, she would run her fingertips across her own pussy and offer him a juice-soaked finger to suck. She was so stunningly beautiful, yet an uninhibited wanton in the bedroom. It aroused Thomas to no end.

Harder and harder she fucked him, taking all of his cock inside of her body, yearning for more. She rolled her hips and ground her ass down on his surging cock, the brass bed joined their cacophony of lust. "Fuckfuckfuck!" she chanted as Thomas' rod slammed deeper within her, he was a magnificent lover.

"Take it all Cherie, take my cock!" Thomas yelled, getting into the spirit of their free-for-all fucking. He pumped his cock deeper and deeper within her, his body was practically aching, but he dared not stop. He wanted to bring her joy, to let her body release before he took his own satisfaction.

He felt the tiny tremors coming over Cherie's form as he continued to fuck her, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, faster and faster. He wasn't being rough, not at all, but he sensed she liked his rapid-paced screwing of her slender form.

Cherie was having the time of her life. A few lovers had shared her, she'd been intimate with others in this bed, but none had awakened her senses the way Thomas had. She was determined to give him a fucking he'd remember for a lifetime – the way she knew she would!

Each of them felt the other tense up, they both knew their climax was imminent. Cherie was the first to cum, her body quaking in release. A few seconds later, Thomas was ready to let go, but Cherie hopped off of him, took his cock into her mouth once more. The kinkiness of it turned him on, he let all of his cum go flying at that moment. Cherie swallowed all of his cum, licking the sticky remains from his shaft when he finished.

They rested in bed for a while, then Thomas got up and got ready to leave.

"Don't" was all she said.

"Cherie dear, I don't think I can ... "

Cherie giggled and hugged him close to her again. "I couldn't either darling, but I'd love to have a warm body to snuggle with. Stay, you can go in the morning. Okay?"

Thomas thought that sounded nice, so he cuddled up close to her and settled in.

"By the way ... " Cherie said with a tender smile "You're cooking breakfast."

The Twelve Lays of Christmas Ch. 02



Day Two

While his beautiful playmate lay sleeping, Thomas ran out and got supplies for a lovely breakfast. By the time Cherie woke, he'd prepared Belgian waffles with all the trimmings. He was pleased to see that Cherie had a hearty appetite, he hated women who just nibbled at their food. She relished a hearty meal as much as he did, it was one of the fun things about her. 

They talked a bit over their food and coffee, neither of them was much of a morning person. Thomas kissed Cherie on the cheek, bade her goodbye and made his way to his restaurant to prepare the brunch for the lovebirds. He was dragging his ass a little, but it was the price he'd been willing to pay for such a wonderful evening.

When he got to Le Petite Chou, he wasn't surprised to find that his new assistant, Brandi, had everything well in hand. She extremely competent, capable and always a joy to be around. He'd hired a few friends of hers as part-time workers, Caroline and Marcus. Although the trio always seemed to be laughing and joking, their work always got done, with efficiency and speed. 

Brandi was serious about getting her Chef's papers and Thomas was only too happy to be of assistance. She worked hard and diligently, she never slacked off. Brandi smiled when she saw him come in and he returned her greeting.

"I see you have everything well under control."

"You betcha, bossman! I followed your instructions to a 'T`, there isn't much of the prep work left to do. All you have to do is get in there and work your magic!"

Thomas went into his office and changed into his gear. Within minutes, he was sauteeing here, steaming there, stirring there. Thoughts of lovely Cherie flitted through his head, but while he was working, he was all business. Cherie was certainly a pleasant enough distraction, but if he let his mind roam, he'd never get this meal prepared.

The Wedding Brunch was an unqualified success. The Bride and Groom smiled happily, clinked their glasses of Krystal and toasted each other. The kissed and cooed like two Turtledoves, smiling for the cameras that kept going Pop!Pop!Pop and the videographer even asked Thomas to make a comment or two, which he did gladly.

Everyone complimented Thomas' cuisine, the "Turtledoves" told him they couldn't have been happier. Thomas knew his bank account would certainly thank him, the young couple had been more than willing to pay big bucks for the near-Christmas / very last-minute meal.

It was nearly 3 PM when the last of the guests exited, Brandi told Thomas that she and her friends would clean up. Thomas thanked her profusely, he had exhausted himself over the last few days.

Thomas decided he'd like to go to the Pear Tree, see if Cherie wanted to get a late lunch, a cup of coffee. He thoroughly enjoyed the time he'd spent with her yesterday, he wanted to get to know the sexy brunette better. He even found himself whistling a little as he headed towards the store.

Thomas arrived at the Pear Tree, greeted Mike and was about to inquire after Cherie when he saw her smiling face approaching them. She had a picnic basket in her hands and was also toting a few bottles of wine.

"Hello Cherie, I was just coming to invite you for lunch – or coffee. What are you up to?"

She flashed that dazzling smile at him again. "Sorry darling, no can do. I'm going away later tonight, a friend of mine offered me her cabin. Thought I'd do some Cross-Country skiing and go tobogganing. Hey, wanna come with?"

Thomas grimaced a bit. Despite Patti getting him out in the snow, he still didn't care much for winter. It was cold, it was wet. He did want to spend time with Cherie though, she was one of the most intriguing women he'd ever known.

Thomas smiled at her and a thought occurred to him. "Tell you what, let me take you to dinner tonight and I'll come with you tomorrow morning. I'll even bring the wine."

Cherie nodded and placed a small peck on his cheek. He blushed again as he heard that rich laugh of hers. She put the domestic bottles of wine back on the shelf of the store and Thomas grinned at Cherie again, despite himself. It had been a great couple of days.

Thomas took her to a nice Italian place he knew, it wasn't fancy, but he loved Pasta. Despite the sparks between them, there was no repeat of the previous evening. He took Cherie home, he gave her a gentle kiss goodnight and then Thomas went home and slept the best night of sleep he'd had in over a year.

Day Three

Thomas wanted to get an early start the next day, so he prepared a light lunch they could eat in the car. He wanted to get a few nice bottles of wine to bring with them, he had the knowledge and the funds, why not splurge a little?

He entered the Le Claire Wine Shoppe and saw Mrs. Le Claire and her two elder sisters there. He'd met their father when he'd studied in France and Mr. Le Claire had asked him to keep an eye on "ma pauvre bebes". The "babies" were now in their 60's, Thomas thought with a laugh.

"Bonjour mesdames" he said to the trio, bowing in a mock curtsy. "And what are my three French hens cackling about now?" The sisters scowled at him for a moment, then broke out in laughter.

"We were just saying the Bordeaux this year is not as fine as Papa's last year" Antoinette demurred. Her sisters nodded in agreement. The trio were all very proud of their father's winery, which was well over a century old.

"I tell you what Antoinette, let me have a bottle of each and a nice Chardonnay, and I will give you my opinion when next I return." Marie, Constance and Antoinette thought this a fine idea, but wouldn't take a penny for the wine. "Joyeux Noel" all three of them told Thomas as he left the store. One could not put a price on friendship, Thomas thought.

He drove the short distance from the store to Cherie's apartment and was about to ring her door, when she appeared, already prepared. She carried the Picnic basket from the day before, her eyes were bright and sparkling, her hair was a bit tousled. That still-sensational smile was on her lips. "You brought the wine, oh good, both Red and White. Holiday colors!"

The trip was short, or so it seemed, in her delightful company. Thomas found that Cherie had a remarkably facile mind, with curiosity about nearly everything. She told him that she'd always wanted to try his restaurant, but it was a bit out of her price range.

He whispered in her ear "Come in for a meal sometime, you'll get a discount. I know the owner." This close, he could smell her perfume, a hint of lilac. It suited her. 

Upon reaching the cabin, they unpacked quickly. It was spacious inside, with a full kitchen and a huge fireplace and wood-burning stove. They built a fire to get the place heated and returned outside, walking around a bit in the snow, inspecting the area.

"It's lovely scenery, your friend must like nature."

"She does. Want to go skiing or on the sled?"

As Thomas had never been on skis, he opted for the toboggan. They spent hours on the nearby hills, going down fast, then the arduous task of climbing the hills. Despite the cold and the walking, Thomas didn't mind. Especially when he and Cherie were so close on the sled. It didn't bother him in the least.

But when she tossed a few snowballs at him, Thomas thought Cherie needed to learn a lesson. He'd been a cricketer and quite the athlete before he began his culinary studies. He made up some snowballs and bombarded her, not missing a single shot.

"Okay, I surrender!" she said, nearly doubled over in laughter. "You win, what kind of prize would you like?" Cherie asked coyly. 

Thomas walked over and lifted her up from the snow. "How about a kiss? A really good one?"

Cherie smiled at him. "The only kind I give, darling. Come on over here."

Thomas felt her arms go around him and she pulled her close. Their lips fused together, this kiss nearly took his breath away. Cherie put her all into the kiss, Thomas stumbled back, his brain was whirling.

"I think we should go indoors" he managed to croak out.

Cherie nodded and followed him inside. Thomas walked over to the fridge and was getting the Chardonnay out, but he was totally unprepared for what happened next.

When he turned around, Cherie stood there in front of the blazing fire, totally naked!

"You've been such good fun today, I thought you should have a special kind of prize. Want to come over here and claim your reward?"

He walked towards her, she was backlit by the fire and was stunning. He set the glasses of wine down on a nearby table and took her in his arms. Cherie and he kissed passionately, every time he kissed her, she took his breath away. Her kissing was spectacular, she slid her tongue across his lips and her fingertips grazed his cheek. Cherie's full, soft, red lips felt so good on his own, he didn't want this to end.

Cherie pulled him down to the floor and he was on top of her, pressed against her breasts, still kissing. She pulled away for a moment and said "You don't need that much clothing, darling. We're in front of a nice, warm fire."

Her beautifully manicured nails grazed his face, his chin. "I like your face Thomas" Cherie said to him with a warm smile. "You have a nice, strong face."

There was something magical about being with Cherie, Thomas knew. She made him feel alive. As she undressed him, she let her hands gently roam his skin, grazing his flesh. He literally tingled at every touch, responded to each soft caress.

From time to time, she would lean in and kiss parts of his body. Thomas felt Cherie's warm lips touch his neck, his ears, down his back and shoulder blades, she used her nails to trace his skin. He felt his entire body respond to her gentle caresses, he ached to make his lover feel as good as she made him.

"Lay back" he said, in a gentle, but commanding, tone. Cherie did as he requested and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was lovely, with it's beautiful pink color and the dark patch of fur above it. He moved his face into her pussy and began to taste her, kissing up and down her thighs as well. He was rewarded with soft, gentle purrs from her lips.

"Godddd, you do that well!" she sighed joyfully. "Please, let me taste your cock. I want you to swing your body around and I'll give you a blowjob you'll not soon forget!"

Thomas was glad he was pleasing her, that brought him immense satisfaction. At the same time, hearing Cherie speak in such a lewd manner also made his cock jump, just a little. He swung his frame around until his cock was dangling over her mouth. Greedily, she pulled it into her lips and began sucking on it.

For the briefest of moments, Thomas couldn't concentrate on her pleasure, her talented lips were almost made for cocksucking. She made quite an exhibition of it, slurping and smacking her lips and really devouring his cock. Thomas regained his composure swiftly though, and returned to the task at hand, eating the sweet pussy beneath his tongue.

He licked up and down her pussy lips, which were now engorged with blood and dark as red wine, He trailed his hands all over her, he stroked at her hard clit nubbin and heard her moan in delight. He could feel Cherie's warm mouth taking him all in, from the tip to the base, laving his cock and balls with her talented tongue. He was sure he was going to die from pleasure, or cum in her mouth, which he didn't want to happen. He wanted to be hard, fully ready and prepared to give her a fucking equal to the delight she was providing him.

Cherie slid her mouth of his cock and moved away from him. Her eyes were wild, glazed with lust, there was a fire in her that no woman had ever matched. "It's time, darling lover!" she growled, her voice a throaty purr. "Get over here and give Cherie a good, hard fucking – fuck me like a slut!"

Thomas was only to eager to give her what she was asking for. He moved in behind her, sensing she wanted to be fucked doggy-style. She turned around and looked him in the eyes, her eyes still blazing. Her blue eyes met his brown eyes and she growled again "What are you waiting for, stud? Come on baby, fuck your hot slut!"

With an intense savagery, Thomas moved forward and drove his prick into her waiting cunt. The time for gentle was past, she wanted it hard and raw, she was going to get it. He pounded her pussy mightily, each thrust of his driving cock made her scream. 

"Oh yesss, goddammit, fuck me, fuck me Thomas! That's it, fuck me like I'm a slut, fuck me like I'm YOUR slut, you hard-cocked bastard! Harder, deeper, fuck the holy hell out of me!"

Thomas screwed her, hard, slapping her ass a few times as he pounded her, over and over. He gripped Cherie's slender hips as he drilled his prick deeper and deeper into her eager, panting body. He wasn't tired in the slightest, fucking Cherie seemed to renew his energy.

Cherie moved back against her lover, she was pleasantly surprised to find how wild he was letting her be. Few men appreciated Cherie's nasty side, but it seemed to be fueling their wild coupling. "God, harder Thomas, fuck your Cherie harder, I'm your slut, your whore, whatever you want me to be fucker!" she screamed as she felt Thomas' pulsating cock deep within the recesses of her cunt.

Thomas was glad they were in a cabin, he'd have been slightly embarrassed about the loud yelling his partner was making, Still, he found her unbridled approach to their rigorous lovemaking very refreshing. He continued to stroke his steel-hard cock in and out of Cherie's pussy as she yelled for more.

He loved watching her body move as he plowed deeper and deeper within her, loved the way the fire accented her auburn hair. She looked wild, uncontrollable and Thomas knew he'd never known a woman like Cherie. Like his Patti before her, Cherie was completely unique.

From time to time, Cherie would look around and see the determined look on Thomas' face as he fucked her wet, eager pussy. She loved the way he seemed to fit her perfectly, she loved the way he seemed just as intent on pleasing her as he was on getting his own rocks off. 

Thomas' handsome face was a contorted mask of lust as he pumped his rod deeper and harder within Cherie's wet nook. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his cock and he cried out "FUCK, that's good!" - the first time she'd ever heard him use the F-word since they'd begun having sex. It made her tremble a little and she felt her nipples stiffen.

His hands caressed Cherie's delicate breasts as he continued to thrust, in and out, in and out, of her horny pussy. She didn't seem to be tiring, the beautiful auburn-haired vixen was the most insatiable lover he'd ever known. She was taking all of the cock he had to give her and she was demanding even more.

Thomas wasn't a man given to impulse, but he was glad he'd let Cherie into his world. She had a positive effect on him, while he was with her, having sex or just enjoying the moment, he didn't feel sad or melancholy.

"Goddammit, you're a great fuck!" she screeched as Thomas kept dicking her. "My hot little pussy hasn't been fucked this well in years, you wonderful bastard!"

"I'm glad you like it!" Thomas said, with a self-satisfied grin. "You're the wildest, fucking hottest slut I've ever fucked, do you know that?" He added extra emphasis to his last thrust into her to make his point.

"I like – no, I LOVE – being a slut for you, Thomas!" Cherie grinned as she hunched her pussy and ass back at him. "Are you nearly ready to cum, Thomas darling? Do you want to cum for your Cherie? Where, baby? On my slutty ass? Or my back? Or in my cocksucking mouth? Anywhere you want, darling lover, I'm gonna be your cumslut, okay?"

Those were the words that propelled Thomas over the edge. The young Brit pulled out of her pussy and let his load loose on her gorgeous ass. When he felt the last twitches of his cock, he looked over at Cherie. She crawled over on her hands and knees and licked the remaining drops of jizz from his softening dick. Her uninhibited nature continued to delight him.

"That was – interesting!" Thomas said as Cherie snuggled in close and took a drink of wine.

"It was fucking WONDERFUL and you know it, darling" Cherie said as she ran her hands over his chest. "After dinner, we'll have to try some other naughty things. Have you ever fucked a girl up the ass?"



The Twelve Lays of Christmas Ch. 03



Day Four

Snuggled against him, Thomas thought if felt right, her being there. They'd spent the night having the best sex of his entire life, Thomas was drained by the time they drifted off to sleep around 4 AM. Cherie snuggled into him and he didn't mind that a bit, it was comforting having her close.

He was awakened from a peaceful slumber by the slamming of the cabin door and a slough of profanities. Cherie awakened a few seconds later, when she heard all the commotion, she said "Uh-Oh".

Thomas and Cherie walked out of the bedroom, robes wrapped around them and saw an attractive blonde, dressed in a fur coat and woolly cap. From the hysterics they'd heard, it wasn't hard to tell she was extremely upset. 

"Who?" Thomas wanted to know.

"Irina" Cherie replied. "My roommate and the owner of the cabin" She grinned a kind of lop-sided grin at Thomas.

"Something's pissed her off."

"Yep."

Irina turned, looked at her girlfriend and ran into her arms, sobbing wildly. She carried on, Cherie's arms wrapped around her tight. Thomas just watched, confused.

Cherie took the sobbing girl and sat her down on the couch. Thomas went and got a box of tissues and handed them to the girls and sat quietly while Irina cried. In between near-hysterical sobs, Thomas found out that Irina's girlfriend, Nikki, had just dumped her. He felt sorry for her, what rotten luck to be alone just before the holidays.

Cherie looked over at him and asked if he could leave them alone for a while. As luck would have it, he heard his Cell Phone ringing and went to answer it. He'd forwarded his calls from his home phone to his Cell for the weekend.

In the bedroom, he picked up the phone and answered it. "Hullo?"

"Hullo, luv." He heard the cheery voice of his Mum, then his Aunt Marge, his cousin Rose and his sister Kate. 

"Hi there, my four luvs. How are all you silly birds?" he joked and heard them all laugh.

"We've been trying to get through for a while, but we finally managed!" his Mum, Nancy, said in her typically-English fashion. "How are you, luv, keeping warm and busy?"

"Well, it's chilly where I am Mum, but I am keeping busy."

"Have you met anyone yet?" his sister wanted to know. "Well, have you?" his cousin Rose chimed in.

"Maybe."

He heard all four birds squeal and his mother's voice come over the phone again. "Oooh, Tom, that's lovely. Is she nice? Is she pretty? Would I like her?"

He laughed at her warm voice and answered "Yes, yes and yes. Her name is Cherie. It isn't serious yet, but I do like her company .... "

"You're too young and single ... "

" ... and cute!" his cousin Rose chimed in.

" ... and cute ... " his mother agreed " ... to be alone. If this girl is a keeper Tommy [ he cringed, he hated being called Tommy, only his Mum could get away with that ] you hold on to her!"

He bade them all goodbye, hearing the four women blow him kisses over the phone. Thomas thought it wise to check on Cherie and Irina, perhaps cooking them both a nice breakfast would help Irina feel a bit better.

He walked towards the living room area of the cabin and stopped dead in his tracks.

Thomas saw immediately that Cherie's robe was on the floor, Irina's clothes were tossed casually nearby. On top of his lover was the beautiful blonde Irina, kissing her passionately. Both girls were now entirely naked.

Thomas wanted to make a noise, wanted to let them know he was nearby, but he couldn't seem to make a sound. He had no idea that his playmate was bi-sexual, he knew that she was a wild woman. But the evidence was right before his eyes. He had no idea of Irina's sexual preferences – if she was strictly lesbian or bi-sexual – but for the moment, he stayed put.

It was very sexy to watch the two women together. In the last few days, he'd come to know Cherie intimately, but Irina was a new revelation. She was beautiful, with shoulder-length blonde hair, beautifully styled, as befitted a fashion model. Irina had even longer legs than Cherie, the girl must have been at least 5'11". Her hands were slim, well-manicured and were roaming all over Cherie's soft breasts, caressing them gently, teasing the nipples.

Irina possessed a full, soft mouth that was planting baby-kisses all over his lover's body. She seemed to know where to kiss Cherie, which led Thomas to conclude this was not the first time his ladyfriend and Irina had been intimate.

He had strong feelings for Cherie, but he had to admit, Irina was a spectacular beauty. The woman was a temptress and Thomas thought that the Russian girl looked very sensual as she caressed and kissed Cherie, moving all over her body with gentle, knowing strokes.

"You still respond to my touch, darling!" Irina said to Cherie, in a voice that was low and husky, with just the faintest trace of an accent.

"I likely always will" Cherie sighed as Irina's face moved towards her soft pussy. "You still have the gentlest, sweetest touch I've ever known. Nikki must be out of her mind!"

Thomas saw Irina tense up momentarily at the mention of her ex-lover, then it released as she snuggled in against Cherie. "I think perhaps, I was the crazy one. I thought her so beautiful, her long hair, her ebony skin – I fell under her spell Cherie, you know how beautiful she was!" Cherie nodded and kissed Irina softly, the girls mingled tongues and continued to caress each other.

"In bed, she would scratch and bite – the sex was amazing, you know that, you heard us!" Cherie giggled at that, Thomas wondered if Cherie had ever participated. "But she wasn't loyal – I found her with Hiromi, another model, from Japan. She told me that we were through, that Hiromi was much better in bed. Bitch!" Irina spat. She was furious, but there were still tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby" Cherie said to her friend / lover, pulling her close for comforting kisses. She ran her hands all over Irina's back and up and down her legs. "But you DO have the worst taste in girlfriends."

Irina wiggled against Cherie, rubbing her blonde mound against Cherie's. "Not completely, darling. I picked you for a roommate, didn't I?" she said, sighing.

The two girls stopped speaking after that and the kissing began to get more passionate with every passing second. Now the girls were into it, tongues kissing exposed flesh. He saw Cherie's body wriggle in the way he was now familiar with, a sure sign of her arousal. She was moaning quietly as Irina's adept tongue licked all over her flesh.

It was mere moments later when the girls moved into the classic `69' position. Thomas continued to watch, fascinated. He had never seen two women make love before, especially not one that had shared a bed with him the prior evening.

While Cherie began to eat Irina's cunt ardently, he saw the blonde model do the same to his lover, with a few refinements. He saw Irina insert one slender, manicured digit into Cherie's pussy and begin to fingerfuck her.

"Oh, you fucking hot bitch, you know I love that!" he heard Cherie scream. His earlier suspicion was confirmed, they had indeed been intimate before. Thomas paid rapt attention to Irina's finger sliding in and out, rapidly, of Cherie's sensual, wet pussy. He heard the groans and the squelching of the leather couch as the girls fucked each other passionately.

Thomas didn't think he had seen anything so sexy in all his life. Patti was a wild woman, but she was strictly a guy's-girl. It seemed that Cherie had no limits, she was a truly uninhibited woman, he found that very arousing.

Cherie's hands had the cheeks of Irina's ass pulled wide apart, she was really plunging her tongue into Irina's aroused quim. She was sucking and eating with an erotic fervor, there was no doubt that the intent was no longer to comfort, but to bring to an explosive climax.

Her tongue went back and forth, up and down, Irina's neatly-trimmed bush, the yelps from Irina informed Thomas that his playmate was equally skilled at pleasing a lover of the same sex. The blonde model's body was slightly glistening from the perspiration caused by their erotic exertions, Cherie was slurping and licking at her warm flesh.

Moans of pleasure filled the cabin, then the girls shook. Thomas thought perhaps the girls had experienced a mini-climax of sorts, they pulled away from each other. They moved into an upright position on the couch and kissed each other.

"Did you bring him?" Cherie asked her roommate, Irina nodded. From her purse nearby, she extracted a clear, acrylic dildo. "I should name him one of these days!" she giggled to Cherie.

"How about Thomas?" Cherie said with a hearty laugh. Thomas felt himself blush at that.

Cherie moved, face down and faced the end of the couch. She wiggled her ass high into the air and Thomas watched as Irina strapped the dildo on to her slender body. She moved behind Cherie and slammed the toy, none-too-gently, into her lover's cunt. Cherie's body shook with pleasure as the blonde lesbian fucked her with the sextoy. "GODDAMMIT, I'd forgotten how good you were with that thing!" she screamed out, Irina fucking her hard. Thomas wondered if his lover was at all concerned with him overhearing their loveplay, but put that thought out of his head and watched them fuck.

Cherie was practically impaled on the large sex toy, her body shaking with pleasure as Irina fucked her savagely. As he continued watching them, he felt himself becoming more and more aroused. He ached to join them, wanted to ravage both lovely women, yet he stood his ground. This time was for them.

Once Cherie had reached her climax, Irina removed the tool and handed it to her roommate / lover. Cherie donned the dildo and began readying herself to make love to Irina.

Irina practically purred as Cherie made love to her. Cherie's method of making love to her roommate was the polar opposite of Irina's. She moved slowly, with style and precision, stroking the blonde's tanned flesh, cooing gentle words of love and sweetness, telling Irina how sensual she was, how lovely she was, how seductive she looked. Irina's trills of pleasure reached Thomas' ears as he continued to watch the erotic tableau unfolding in front of his eyes.

Irina's orgasm was different than Cherie's as well, she was almost silent when she came, but her body arched upwards and he could see the tremors running through her. She snuggled against Cherie afterwards and Thomas thought how sensual it had all been. 

He snuck away and made quite a bit of noise when he came back. It had given the girls the opportunity to tidy up and get dressed again, which had been his plan. He cooked them an exquisite breakfast of Eggs Benedict, both of them having hearty appetites – no wonder!

Thomas called the restaurant to let them know he'd be arriving later on, he found out that he'd received a nice note from "the Turtledoves" and their check had cleared. The Le Claire sisters had also called about a new shipment of wine. Cherie used his cell to call the Pear Tree and tell them she'd be in town tomorrow. As she was on the phone, she leaned in to Thomas and nibbled his ear, whispering "I owe you one darling. Thanks for the privacy, Irina needed that."

Thomas was sure he was blushing down to his toes. 



The Twelve Lays of Christmas Ch. 04



Day Five

Irina couldn't get her car started the following morning, so Thomas drove both the women home. Cherie and Irina had fallen asleep in the back seat of the car, which Thomas was kind-of glad about. He didn't know if he'd know exactly what to say in the first place.

Cherie had turned his world upside-down in such a very short time, but he decided to throw his typical British stuffiness out the window and go with the flow. She made him smile and over the Holiday season, he needed to smile, very much so. It hurt so much less when he smiled.

He dropped Cherie and Irina off at the Pear Tree and Mike told him he'd just missed the "Turtledoves", still raving about the wonderful job he'd done. That also made Mike smile, he remembered well how it felt to be young and in love. He got back in his car, glad he'd left it running -- there was a definite bite in the air this morning.

His next stop was to the Le Claire's winery, to wish the sisters a Happy Holiday. As always, the three French women were glad to see him, clucking and fussing over him. He was part of their extended family, he knew, and it warmed him even more. He promised to visit them after Christmas and share a traditional French meal, they threatened him with angry-but-loving words if he didn't.

When he got to the restaurant, he wasn't surprised to find everything was just as he'd left it, in complete order. Le Petite Chou mattered almost as much to Brandi as it did to him, she took great pride in her work. He mulled over asking her to stay on after she got her papers, she could help co-manage the place. Perhaps Caroline and Marcus would be willing to work more hours as well?

Brandi greeted him with a hug, nosily wanting to know about his trip. He remained tight-lipped, which Thomas knew would drive her buggy. She'd started preparations for lunch, so he went to his office and she brought him homemade Cream of Asparagus soup, his favorite, while he went over some paperwork. Things were in perfect order, as he had expected and they were making some nice money.

As he ate his soup and munched a Croissant, his Cell Phone rang. It was his Mum, Aunt, sister and cousin.

"Well?" his mother asked.

"Well, what?" 

"Oooh Tommy, you'll drive me to the drink, you git!" his mother chided him.

"Yeah Tommy, don't be such a wanker!" his sister Kate scolded. He gritted his teeth, Kate always could push his buttons.

"It's far too early to say anything,!" he responded, knowing all four were listening.

"Tommy, you're a stuffy ponce, just like your Dad!" his Mum continued. "I had to be the romantic one in the family, left up to him, I'd have been an old maid and you and Kate wouldn't be here. You like this girl, you go after here, you hear me?"

"I hear you, Mum!" he responded. The four women spoke to him briefly and hung up, it was nearly suppertime in England. Thomas got up to take his dishes to the kitchen when the Cell rang again. He wondered what the four of them had forgotten.

"Hullo?"

"Hello yourself, sexy!" Cherie's lively voice came over the phone, warming him immediately. "Can I still take you up on that invitation to have a meal in your restaurant?"

"Certainly, but aren't you working today?"

"Mmm-hmm, but I thought I could come for the last seating -- around 9 or 10?"

"That'd be fine. All right Cherie, I'll look forward to seeing you then."

"Me too, darling." It always made him warm when Cherie called him darling. Only Patti had ever had that effect on him.

In that instant, Thomas knew he had to make a special meal for Cherie. He was going to make his specialty, Boeuf Bourguignon. Oh -- for dessert -- one of his favorites.

"Brandi, do we have any fresh Pineapple?"

"Sure do bossman, what's up?"

"I'm going to make my Pineapple Upside-Down cake!"

"The one with 5 Rings of Fresh Pineapple that is so rich and delicious and ... "

"That's the one."

"Oooh, someone's trying to impress someone!"

"Someone's going to be on dish duty if she doesn't behave!"

Duly chastised, Brandi worked on dinner preparations, leaving Thomas to prepare everything else himself. When Thomas was in the "zone" in this manner, preparing a meal for a special customer, Brandi knew what to do. She made sure the staff was neat and tidy, all the other customers were taken care of, vegetables and salads were chopped and at the ready. Customers cane and went, but Thomas barely noticed. Thomas let Brandi handle things, he wanted everything to be "just so". 

The restaurant was busy, almost packed, but for Thomas, it seemed like an eternity until 9:30 came. He'd instructed Brandi not to seat anyone after 8, so when Cherie entered the Petite Chou, the last customer was paying their bill and leaving. Cherie went to Thomas and gave him a warm hug while Brandi grinned from the sidelines.

"Are you going to introduce me?" Brandi smiled.

"Do I HAVE to?" Thomas sighed. "Brandi, Cherie -- Cherie, Brandi -- who is DONE for the evening." Brandi took the none-too-subtle hint, got her coat and left, leaving only Thomas and Cherie in the place, the rest of the staff having left an hour earlier.

"She seems nice" Cherie intoned.

Thomas smiled. "She's a treasure -- MOST of the time -- and I couldn't run things without her. Wow, you look great."

Cherie looked spectacular really, Thomas knew. Tonight, she was wearing her hair up and long, dangly silver earrings hung from her ears. She had on the subtlest makeup and her lips were red, full and inviting. She bore a faint scent of a perfume that made Thomas weak-kneed and dizzy. He looked at her, clad in a full-length calfskin coat that must have been very expensive, but it hugged her like a second skin. She was in black heels and it looked like black stockings as well. He was almost impatient to see the dress she was wearing underneath the coat, he imagined it would look wonderful on her body. Practically everything she'd worn so far did.

"May I take your coat, Cherie?" he offered.

Startled for a second, Cherie moved away. "Umm, no thank you Thomas, I find it a mite -- chilly in here, so I will keep it on for now, if that's okay. Mmm, everything smells heavenly -- are you going to spoil me for any other restaurants?"

"I may just do that. Please, be seated, I'll bring you some rolls and paté." He knew she'd enjoy that, she had mentioned liking it once before and he had made it fresh, using wine from the Le Claire's wine shop for extra "oomph". She beamed at him when he brought out the warm rolls and patted the seat next to her.

"Sit down, Thomas and eat a bite with me. I hate to eat alone."

Thomas rarely ate with customers, he always got too nervous, but he appreciated her feelings. Neither he nor Patti had liked to eat alone, she always waited for him to get home before she ate dinner, even if they ate at one in the morning. Thomas watched as Cherie took a dollop of paté and put it on the freshly-baked rolls. She arched an eyebrow at him and said, teasingly, "What, no croissants?"

Thomas grinned and tossed a piece of roll at her. "We didn't make enough today -- it was a very busy night. Besides Cherie, why be predictable?"

Cherie took some more pate and smiled. "No, I must admit, you're less predictable than I had originally thought you'd be. Ohhhh my, this is good, but it's going straight to my thighs."

"Lucky it -- I like your thighs." 

Cherie giggled. He was lightening up, she was glad she had that effect on him. Thomas had a lot of potential, she could see that in him. He had talent, he was warm and loving -- great in the sack -- now if she could just "unstuffy" him a bit, who knew?

Thomas excused himself and went to get the main dish. Her stomach was fluttering with anticipation, she'd taken a great risk tonight, but Cherie hoped dearly it would pay off. She wasn't going to eat too much though, however decadent the meal -- ohhh, she could smell it already -- was.

Thomas brought out the meal and made a show, a real presentation, out of ladling out the food to her. Boeuf Bourguignon, dark and inviting, baby carrots braised in honey and Dijon mustard, Green Beans Almondine -- every mouthful was unbelievable, the flavors seemed to dance on her tongue. Her delight must have showed in her face, Cherie could see Thomas smiling at her as they shared their meal.

"What?"

"I love watching you eat. You enjoy food. Watching a woman with a healthy appetite is very sensual."

"Really? You can take me to McDonald's tomorrow if you like, you'll have yourself an orgasm."

Thomas laughed at her. "Nothing wrong with a bit of junk once in a while -- a good hamburger or KFC is fine -- but a meal enjoyed with friends and family is something special."

Cherie kissed him on the cheek. "I would agree with that, most definitely. Thank You very much for cooking this meal for me, I can tell you went to a lot of trouble."

Cherie had cleaned her plate, despite her resolution not to over-eat. The food was just-that good. Thomas was truly an artist with food, the beef had been tender, each piece was delectable.

"Now Cherie luv, the piecé-de-resistancé -- dessert!"

"Thomas sweets, no -- not now. I'm stuffed, I don't want to spoil this lovely meal by eating too much. Why don't we wait a bit, have coffee and eat it later?"

Thomas smiled. Why not, indeed? Tomorrow was a light day, he had nowhere to be. He loved Cherie's company and they were in no rush. He put on a pot of coffee - perked, to complement the rest of the meal -- and once made, he poured a cup for himself, a cup for her. Unlike many Brits, Thomas made a good cup of coffee, he enjoyed a rich, aromatic blend.

"That smells wonderful Thomas. Nothing adds to a good meal like a good cup of coffee."

Thomas handed her a steaming mug and took one for himself. "Yes, I found out you North Americans really love your coffee. It took me a while to get used to that, I was a tea drinker."

"How veddy proper!" Cherie teased him as she added sugar and cream to her coffee.

"Quite."

"Oh Thomas, this coffee is superb! The whole meal was unbelievable, whatever the bill is, it was well worth it."

"What bill?"

"The bill for the meal, silly."

"There's no bill. You were my guest tonight, I don't charge guests."

"Thomas, this was a superb meal, you must have spent hours, I can't ..."

Thomas put a finger to those full, soft lips and silenced her. "I enjoyed every second of preparing this meal for you, and you showed me a lovely time at the cabin. This was my way of saying thanks. I've enjoyed spending time with you."

Cherie was practically beaming again, he loved that smile. Both of them put down their now-empty coffee mugs. Taking her hand, Thomas proceeded to give Cherie the grand tour, showing her the wine cellar, the kitchen, talking animatedly. It was easy for Cherie to see the passion he had for this place, that it meant something to him. THIS was the Thomas she wanted to see more of, a man of charm, full of life and wit. She was determined she was going to bring that out in him.

Thomas watched her walk about, taking everything in. She certainly was bright and inquisitive, Cherie seemed genuinely interested in learning new things. He found that a very attractive quality in the sensual young woman, and he certainly didn't mind watching her walk. She had a smooth, erotic grace to her walk and more than once, he found himself watching her move.

"Thomas?"

"Hmm?"

"You zoned out there for a moment. Checking me out again?"

"What? No, I'm not ... " he turned beet-red, knowing she'd caught him in the act.

"It's okay, darling. YOU'RE allowed to check me out."

Thomas gritted his teeth. The woman was infuriating. Madly, crazily, sexually infuriating and he loved it, despite his reserve.

"You've created a lovely atmosphere here Thomas, truly. It's both warm and inviting, yet at the same time, stylish and elegant. Like the owner, I suppose."

Again, Thomas felt himself reddening, but he truly relished the compliment. He bowed in a silly manner and said "Thank you, dear lady. Would you like an aperitif?"

Cherie nodded, so Thomas poured them both a small bit of Cointreau, a fine blend he'd been saving for just such an occasion. Both of them sipped, then, without missing a beat, Cherie asked him "Have you ever made love in the restaurant?"

It took all of his self-control not to choke on his drink. Regaining his composure, he looked at the giggling Cherie and said "Excuse me, what was that?"

"It's a lovely, warm place and there's lots of room. Have you ever had sex in here?"

Thomas wondered if he was ever going to stop blushing this evening. Patti had suggested it, but it had never happened. Then, when it could have, it was already far too late.

He looked over at Cherie, who had this dopey grin on her face. Was there nothing this uninhibited creature wouldn't say or do?

"Well, have you?"

Straightening himself out, he said back to her "No, I haven't."

Cherie purred "Well darling, I think we need to change that." Saying that, she removed her coat and when Thomas saw what was underneath, he couldn't suppress a gasp.

The outfit she was wearing was mesmerizing. Eye catching, Unique, Thomas knew at once it was one-of-a-kind. It seemed to combine silk and lace.

It was like a negligee, with black silk from the collar down. It plunged deep between the breasts, which were covered with a rose-patterned black lace. The sides were also made out of lace, revealing Cherie's exquisite body and legs. Her buttocks were covered with black silk, but aside from the collar that held the outfit in place, the back of the garment was also sexy black lace and plunged to just above Cherie's round buttocks, showing just the barest hint of ass-cleavage. From the buttocks down, it was black silk again, clinging to Cherie's every sensual curve. She was wearing black stiletto heels and Thomas could now see she wore black silk stockings, complete with garter belt. Cherie was one of the most alluring visions he had ever seen. She looked like a vision out of a Victoria's Secret catalogue.

"Like it?" Cherie winked at him, already knowing the answer.

"Lord woman, that is one of the sexiest outfits I have ever seen!" Thomas exclaimed. "Where on earth did you buy that?"

"BUY it?" Cherie snorted. "Darling, I MADE it."

Thomas looked at the woman with some incredulity, so she went on. "I am a woman of many, many talents darling -- some you're aware of, and some you're not. I'm so glad you approve of my ensemble, does it arouse you?"

Thomas nodded his head rapidly. "Woman, that outfit would arouse Nathan Lane!"

Cherie laughed. "Well, it wasn't intended for Nathan Lane, it was intended for you. So why are you still standing over there, silly man?"

Thomas found he really didn't have a good answer to that question, so he moved over to his lover and took her in his arms. The silk & lace-clad woman moved against him easily, their lips crushed together, the kiss taking their breath away. They worked so well in tandem, it was as if each knew what aroused the other. His hands slid down the sides of her body, taking all of her in, the warmth of her felt good to his touch. She purred softly as he caressed her body.

"Thomas, you have the most wonderful, gentle touch. I come alive when you touch me. Truly. Keep that up darling, it feels so, so good."

Thomas ran his hands over her silk-clad buttocks, cupping them playfully. Cherie had the perfect ass, almost as if it had been sculpted. Her eyes were closed as he caressed her, she had a look of pure bliss on her beautiful face.

Cherie stood there, rapt with pleasure, swaying ever-so-gently against Thomas. She could have been content just to stay where she was, but she was anxious to feel his body moving against hers once again, to fuck and share a wild night.

"Thomas, I think one of us has far, far too many clothes on."

Thomas grinned at her and she took his hand and led him to the largest table in the place. She sat atop it, legs crossed and watched him remove his tie and shirt. She was impatient to feel his naked skin against her own, but she took in the view. He turned her on, there was just something about him she found arousing, each and every time. He was ever-so-slightly shy, it was endearing. Lots of things about Thomas were endearing, it was as if she was allowing him to see things for the first time.

Cherie grabbed his arms and pulled him close, kissing him again. Her tongue slid into his mouth, deep and teasing. He took her breath away, every time she kissed him was like the first time, he made her feel alive and hornier than hell. Did he know he had that effect on her.

She wrapped her long legs around his now-naked back as they kissed, wanting to feel the heat of him near, never wanting to let him go. His lips were fused to her own as she raked her long nails against his back. Thomas let out a loud groan.

"I love nails on my back" he hissed.

"I know."

Cherie did know -- she discovered knew things about Thomas with every encounter. Last time out, she'd noticed how he'd move when she would rake his back with her long nails, he would drive his cock deeper and harder within her -- so she decided not to cut them, simply to have them manicured. As he kissed her harder, she knew she'd made a smart decision.

Thomas moved away from Cherie, unbuckling his pants and throwing them to the side. Cherie clapped her hands.

"My goodness, you're not being neat. Am I having that much of an effect on you?"

"I think now YOU have on too many clothes, pretty lady."

Cherie stood up from the table and moved towards him, running her fingers across his chest. "I plan to change that momentarily!" she purred, kissing him lightly this time. Thomas watched her every deliberate move, watching her take off the sexy garment was making him mad with desire. She took it off slowly, partly as a tease, partly as not to damage the very-delicate material. She left on the stockings and heels, knowing by now that Thomas loved her in that manner of dress.

Thomas felt as if he were on fire. He hadn't felt this way about a woman in ages, there was just something about Cherie that got to him, each and every time. Mentally, he found her alert and charming. Sexually, she had merely to touch him or look at him in a certain way and he wanted to rip her clothes off, throw her down and fuck the holy hell out of her.

Once again, perched on the table, Cherie held out her arms for her lover. He came into her waiting arm and she wrapped herself around him, no clothing impeding their movement. He smelled good, masculine and she could feel his heartbeat against her naked flesh, her hands raking over his skin and down his back. He shook with lust as she traced her nails over his body, making both of them crazy with desire.

Had she only known him for 5 days? The way they moved together, the way she felt when Thomas was touching her, it was as if she had known him all her life. Cherie purred with delight as she felt Thomas' warm lips kissing up and down her thighs as his fingers strummed gently over her cunt.

"We've both supped tonight, but I think I can eat a bit more!" Thomas teased as he continued to pleasure the sensual brunette. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as he stroked her clit between two gentle fingers.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Cherie -- the customer is always right!" Thomas told her as he licked her pussy slowly, sweetly, tenderly. She was sighing and wiggling on top of the table as his tongue flicked back and forth over her pussylips. Little tremors of pleasure cascaded throughout her entire body, Thomas seemed to know just where to touch, lick and stroke to make her wet and horny.

He moved all over her body, his hands cupping the fullness of her breasts, stroking the soft, flat plane of her stomach. Cherie was tingling with delight, she was glad she was able to get him this passionate about making love to her after only a short period of time.




The Twelve Lays of Christmas Ch. 04



"Oh God, you wonderful fucker!" she hissed through clenched teeth as he continued licking her hot, juicy pussy. She was almost afraid of falling off the table, but it was good, too good to stop.

Cherie was experiencing miniature climaxes from Thomas' talented tongue and fingers. She had to have him in her mouth, she had to give him the reward of a great blowjob for being such an attentive lover.

"My turn, studly" Cherie purred as she slid off the table and moved in front of him. On her knees, the sensual brunette looked up at him with those alluring blue eyes of hers. She reached out and took his shaft in her hands, stroking, caressing it lovingly.

"You have the loveliest cock Thomas, have I told you that? Mmm, so yummy, so thick, just the nicest cock for me to suck. I'm going to suck your dick Thomas, I'm going to take it in my mouth and say hello to it." Cherie cooed.

Cherie explored his shaft with her fingers first, cupping his balls in her hand, sliding her nails over the veins, the head of the shaft. When she finally took his prick in her mouth, Thomas felt as if his knees were going to buckle. Cherie took him deeply in her mouth, loving the manly feeling of his pulsating rod in her cocksucking lips. She hummed a little bit as she sucked, she was not a quiet lover, but seeing his eyes closed as he enjoyed the intense feelings running throughout his body, she didn't think he had any objections.

Thomas looked down at the beautiful woman who was so magnificently making love to his cock. Even doing such nasty, slutty things, she looked stunning, a vision of sensual beauty. This woman was an unabashed cock-fiend, but even that made her more special to the horny man.

"Up" was all Thomas said. Cherie knew exactly what he was talking about and hopped back up on the table, spreading her legs wide apart, eagerly ready for him to fuck her with that marvelous cock of his.

He inserted his cock deep within his sensual lover, she moved to accommodate him. She hunched her body forward as he lunged deep within her, already they were so comfortable together, so in-tune and familiar with each other's wants and needs. Cherie liked him to drive deep within her, she liked the build-up slow, but the fucking raw and passionate. 

Cherie was gasping and hunching, wanting more, wanting this gifted fucker to screw her harder, deeper, faster. She told him in a loud voice "Fuck me like a whore Thomas, like YOUR whore, baby. Give it to me hard lover, I won't break!"

Thomas knew that, she was supple and agile in every way. As he continued the pile-driver motions deep within Cherie's wet pussy, she moved her body against him, her eager cunt taking all he could give it. The slapping sounds their bodies made as they fucked were almost like a soundtrack to their passion.

"Oh God, oh fuck, that's sooo good!!" Cherie moaned as the table wobbled beneath her. Her legs were around Thomas' neck as he continued pounding, pounding, pounding her the way she loved to be fucked.

"Darling, take me from behind. You know I love you fucking me like that Thomas, you can really drill me deep. Do it baby, fuck me like that!" Cherie begged.

Wanting to accommodate her every sexual whim, Thomas let Cherie swing her body around until she was on her hands and knees on the large table. With some careful movement, he was soon buried balls-deep in her horny, auburn-furred pussy, screwing her harder than ever. She was soaking wet, he loved that she seemed to always be lubricated and ready for him to fuck her. It felt like she was his to do with whatever he wanted, he continued to plough into the recesses of her sopping quim.

Cherie gave as good as she got, clenching her pussy muscles hard around his invading prick, milking him, letting him know with her body how good he felt deep inside of her. Her hips joined his in thrusting and pulling away, prolonging the wonderful fucking they were sharing. She could feel Thomas throb within the walls of her pussy, she knew it wouldn't be much longer. She had already had wonderful, tiny climaxes, she wanted him to cum soon.

"In my mouth baby, let l'il Cherie suck the cum from those balls of yours!" she purred as he moved within her. Those words put Thomas over the edge, he pulled out and she moved quickly to slurp up the wads of cum that spewed from his orgasming cock. A few stray drops landed on her mouth, but she licked them away greedily. Panting, exhausted, but momentarily sated, Thomas collapsed into a nearby booth. She joined him there seconds later, nuzzling into his chest. It felt right for her to be there, Thomas just let himself be in the moment.

"Thomas?"

"Mmm?"

"I've worked up an appetite. Can we still have that dessert?"

Thomas grinned at his beautiful playmate and kissed her, then headed off to the kitchen to prepare the dessert and some more coffee. He sincerely doubted that Pineapple Upside-Down cake would match what he'd just enjoyed, but both of them could likely use the sugar-and-caffeine-buzz. Thomas pondered whether or not he should call Brandi and ask her if she would open the restaurant tomorrow, he doubted he would have the energy to do so.



The Twelve Lays of Christmas Ch. 05



 Hi readers -- Happy Holidays! If you'd like some background on Brandi, check out "There Is Baking and There Is Cooking!" 

 Day Six 

Cherie left the Pear Tree with Thomas' latest order and made her way to La Petite Chou to deliver it. She wondered if he'd have time for a long "lunch"? She was feeling the need to be with him again, he had a wonderful effect on her. After their previous evening, she'd gone home and practically attacked Irina, they girl-fucked until the wee small hours of the morning.

She walked into the restaurant and was looking around for Thomas. She didn't see him, but auburn-haired Brandi walked over with a big smile on her face.

"Looking for the chief?" Cherie nodded.

"He said to say he's sorry. It's been a nutty morning. First, those newlyweds, the ones he calls the "  Turtledoves " called and booked us for New Year's. Then, the LeClaire sisters called and said they were short-shipped some of the wine he ordered, so he had to haul it over there. Just as he was about to leave, his Mom & family called -- they seem to cheer him up and he was smiling when he talked to them. About  you , I think?"

"Really?"

Brandi nodded. "I think he likes you a lot -- you make him smile and I'm happy to see that." Cherie noticed a bittersweet look cross Brandi's pretty features.

"Brandi, what's wrong?" Then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit Cherie. "You're in love with him, aren't you?"

Brandi sighed, determined not to cry. Caroline and Marcus had figured it out, consoling her with some amazing sex that went on for hours, but as hot as it was, Brandi wanted someone for  herself . She'd thought for a while that it might be Thomas, but it was painfully apparent that he was smitten with Cherie.

"He's a wonderful man Cherie and I'm glad to see him happy. I'll recover, never mind. Hey -- seeing as Thomas isn't here, why don't you and I have lunch?"

Cherie grinned. "That sounds lovely. How about some of Thomas' Goose-Liver pate, made from the special types of Goose, 6 different ones?" Brandi smiled, she'd helped Thomas prepare that, an honor, as it was one of his secrets.

"Sounds good, followed by some of the 5-Ring Pineapple Cake he made?" Brandi enthused. Cherie nodded, it all sounded too good to pass on. So, while Brandi prepared a table for them in the back, Cherie got her coat off and sat down. Brandi looked over at her, dressed in a ankle-length cream skirt and matching sweater, brown boots underneath, and Brandi smiled. "I can see why Thomas is so attracted to you, you're very lovely!" Cherie felt herself blushed, then wondered -- was Brandi into women, like herself and Irina? Hmm -- maybe she could bring a little Christmas joy into  two  people's lives this season.

Brandi came back with a carafe of coffee, warm croissants, sharp Cheddar, dill pickles and the Pate made from the geese of "Six Geese A Layin". Brandi sat down and the girls began their lunch. The two brunettes had a lovely time, finding they had a lot in common. From tiny bits of conversation, Cherie found out that Brandi was a lot more sexually daring then her demure exterior would let on -- although she was sexy enough if one looked past the chef's uniform. Brandi had beautiful eyes and one could tell there were some lovely curves under there.

Once they'd had a few Cognacs, Brandi's tongue loosened a fair bit, but Cherie only sipped hers. Brandi revealed that she'd become highly experimental sexually, once she'd taken off her weight. She'd had a threesome or three with Caroline and Marcus, and another friend, Bryan and his sister, Heather.  Naughteee , Cherie smiled inwardly.

"Oooh, look at the time!" Brandi exclaimed as she sobered up. "It's nearly 5 PM, we've been eating for nearly 4 hours. Don't you have to get back to work?"

Cherie shook her head. "I can come and go as I please, so I'm done for the day. I kept you all day, I shouldn't have."

Brandi waved her hand. "I had some time coming and Caroline was on top of everything, so no worries. Matter of fact, I think I'm going to call it a day. Can I give you a lift home?"

Cherie smiled. "You okay to drive?" Brandi nodded, she'd sobered up in the last half hour quite nicely. "That'd be lovely, I have to make a phone call -- then I'll be right back, all right?"

Brandi nodded and Cherie went to make her phone call. " Let this work, let this work, it could be  fun! " The phone rang on the other end. "Hi Irina baby, how are you? Oh, sorry hun -- but listen, when are you coming home from work? Oh? Well, I thought you and I could have a few drinks ... " Cherie lowered her voice and left no doubt as to what her intentions were. It was all set.

She went back out front, thanked Caroline for the lovely meal she'd helped Brandi prepare and off they went in Brandi's car. Cherie had walked today, so she was happy for the warm car and friendly company.

When they got to Cherie's apartment, Cherie put the wheels in motion. "Brandi, would you like to come in? Thomas is busy still and I'm lonely, come on in and let's have coffee."

Brandi smiled and said "That sounds lovely -- sure, I have nothing planned tonight. Thanks for the invitation."

Brandi was amazed at Cherie's spacious apartment, then she remembered Thomas telling her Cherie had a roommate, a model -- Irene, Irina -- that was it. She guessed the girl wasn't home.

"Regular or Decaf?" Cherie called out from the kitchen.

"Regular -- Decaf is useless flavored brown water!" Brandi smiled.

"Okay, give me a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable Brandi, I'll be right back." Cherie couldn't help but be nervous, but she was going ahead with her plan.

Brandi drank her coffee and was surprised when Cherie came out of the bedroom in a black, flowing negligee. She tried not to stare, but  Lord , this woman was spectacular. She envied Thomas for being able to sleep with this stunner, she knew they were bedding each other.

Cherie sat down beside Brandi and picked up her steaming mug of Coffee. "I hope you don't mind, but it's warm in here." She crossed her long legs and could feel Brandi's eyes on her ---  good !

Brandi tried to stay calm, but she was turned on. "N-No --- I don't mind, you're lovely, why should I mind?"

"Thanks for the compliment. But you're very lovely too, anyone can see that."

Brandi flushed -- she couldn't hold a  candle  to Cherie and she knew it. "Oh, I'm nowhere near as pretty as you Cherie, I ... "

Cherie leaned in and kissed the girl -  hard . Brandi was surprised at first, but just went with it. She loved being with other women, Cherie was lovely and feminine. She leaned in and kissed Cherie this time and Cherie's tongue met her own.

"Umm ... should we take this to your bedroom?" Brandi said breathlessly.

Cherie smiled. "No --- mine's a mess, but we can use Irina's, she won't be home until later and I can change the sheets. Come on darling, let's have some fun."

Brandi followed the auburn-haired stunner, eager to feast on Cherie's supple flesh. Cherie walked with a subtle sway of buttock, she sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here sweetie, lie on the bed and let me see how lovely  you  are!" Cherie said to her friend.

Brandi lay face-down on the bed and let Cherie's tender, knowing hands massage her neck and shoulders, her blouse came off first, revealing the lacy lilac bra. Her skin shone from good health and bursts of tanning, Cherie's fingers traced it sensually. Next, Brandi's skirt was pulled off, leaving the matching French-cut panties. She also wore garters with stockings, now that she had the body for them, she relished being a girl. Cherie did not remove her heels.

Cherie caressed Brandi's full, round buttocks and planted tiny kisses on each one as she pulled off the panties. A sweet, glistening pussy beckoned and she touched her lips to it -- just  barely , wanting to tantalize the pretty little thing. She manipulated Brandi's labia with her fingers until the girl's clit was throbbing against them. She entered Brandi's cunt with her fingers for the first time and Brandi arched upwards, howling in delight.

"Shit, that feels fucking  great !" Brandi groaned as Cherie slid her fingers in and out of her pussy. This obviously wasn't Cherie's first time with a woman -- lucky me, Brandi sighed -- she knew just where to move and press. Brandi wriggled her scrumptious ass and body against the invading digits and felt her pussy creaming.

Cherie loved women -- almost as much as men, she had few sexual inhibitions -- and she made the little bitch cum in mere minutes. She had seen few women respond so well to fingerfucking before -- only one other came to mind, she thought with a wry smile.

"My turn?" Brandi asked gently and Cherie smiled as she lay alongside the girl on the bed. Brandi parted the negligee and began to taste Cherie slowly, raising tiny goosebumps on the girl's skin. She was a creature of pure sensuality, Brandi knew, she could see in every motion that Cherie was comfortable in her own sexuality.

"Oh fuck, there aren't too many women who have gotten me as horny as you, baby!" Cherie groaned. "Lick me, taste my pussy -- I want you to suck me baby, eat pussy Brandi!'

Brandi had no problem with that request, she licked in deeply and found the woman responsive and wild. She licked around the slopes and valleys of Cherie's cunt, dabbing here, licking there. She loved this hot pussy, Brandi did, and she hoped that perhaps she and Cherie could get it on once in a while -- if Thomas wouldn't mind. Hmm -- could she tempt Cherie into sharing?

Brandi had fought off her desire for other women at times -- she loved a man's cock and when she was being fucked, she came gangbusters. But every time she tried to resist the urge, the siren call of supple flesh beckoned to her, whether it be dark, seductive Caroline or cute little Heather. She finally just gave in to her bisexuality, thinking she might even  prefer  women over men.

In the beautiful room, Brandi had a vibrant glow that Cherie found very sexy. As she rubbed all over Cherie's body, Cherie almost felt possessive -- she certainly had no complaints about the girl's skill in pleasuring her and wasn't sure she wanted to share. She pooh-poohed the idea and was glad she'd made the plans she had.

Cherie guided Brandi to her feet and both girls stripped naked. They were both brunette and sensual, both had a vitality the other one found sexy. They got back on the bed and moved into a side-by-side  sixty-nine . Cherie loved the soft scent that wafted from Brandi's cunt and went down into the sweet pussy she craved.

The next 30 minutes were glorious, sexy and passionate, noisy, sensual. The new lovers took their time and just let themselves be lost in a glorious, lesbian fuck-lust, neither worrying about rushing, content to just let things happen at their own pace. Cherie liked that -- it was so nice not to worry about an orgasm, she just felt waves of warmth suffuse her being while Brandi's tongue, lips and hands brought her pleasure. She returned the favor in tandem and made sure Brandi knew she had no intentions of being an idle participant.

The cuddly softness of Brandi's body was lots of fun to play with, just as Brandi enjoyed Cherie's lean, taut form. There was a similarity that excited and there was a contrast that was equally stimulating as they moved in syncopation.

"I want you!" Cherie growled, the sound stimulating Brandi. It sent a thrill through the young Chef, right to the core between her legs. She was wet and soaked, she wanted Cherie to feast on her until she was incoherent. Cherie's hands pressed flat against her pussy and rubbed, she went over the wall. Brandi was on fire with want for the slender brunette, it had been a long time -  far  too long -- since she'd been made to feel like this.  Joyeux Noel , baby!

The women moved around and kissed, then broke apart, both faces had the largest smiles. There wasn't any hesitation, They just moved together, hands gently caressing breasts and kissed slowly, just being in the moment.

Finally Brandi, like the horny slut she felt like, pulled Cherie back down on the bed and Cherie mounted her in an almost-masculine move and began pressing her mound against Brandi's. Brandi's pussy was invaded by Cherie's fingers like a cock and Cherie knew how to fuck with them, Brandi felt her brain go fuzzy for a moment. Brandi held Cherie close, she had her hands on Cherie's neck and back as her new lover rubbed and played with her body, wrenching feelings out of her she'd seldom known before.

She knew the moment Cherie stopped, she'd be all over the girl, sucking her cunt like a sex-starved slut -- which she was, she didn't care if it was obvious. She couldn't wait -- she flipped Cherie over and dove in, her tongue went mad with passion. Oral stimulation was one of Cherie's joys and Brandi was  fucking damned good  at it. Brandi was crazy for cunt -- Cherie knew it and she had an inward satisfaction as Brandi ate her with cunt-hungry precision.

Cherie was blubbering with joy, weeping at the sensations Brandi was wrenching from her inflamed body. She was calling out,  oh baby, oh Princess, you darling, lick me, like that, yes!  and that encouraged Brandi to go further.

It happened -- Cherie climaxed from Brandi's licking and Brandi, seeing the look in her face, orgasmed in turn. She lay against Cherie's flat tummy and rested, until their relaxation was disturbed.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hello to you, sugar."

Brandi wanted to dive under the bed. In the doorway stood a blonde who was, if possible, even more delicious than Cherie. She was tall, with wavy hair and a slender build. She wore spiky heels and skintight black leather pants, a shiny silver blouse that confirmed she was braless. She had on earrings that were very  obviously  real diamonds and she radiated elegance -- as well as an animal magnetism. Brandi figured it out quickly.

Irina. The roommate.

She walked over to the bed, eerily calm, and kissed Cherie on the cheek, gazing over momentarily at Brandi. "Care to explain, darling?" she said, her voice having the barest trace of an accent.

Cherie's feathers weren't even ruffled. "Early Christmas present?"

Brandi whirled around, she felt a momentary flash of anger, but Cherie just put her hand up. The cool blonde sat down on the edge of her bed.

"This is Brandi, she works for Thomas -- she's young and lovely and single. She's friendly and intelligent and warm, I thought -- she's perfect for you!" She kissed Irina's cheek. Cherie turned to the incredulous Brandi.

"Brandi, this is my friend, roommate and sometimes-lover, Irina. She's cool, sophisticated, kinky, passionate and single -- and I think you two would be wonderful together!"

Brandi looked over at Cherie and then Irina spoke.

"Don't we get a say in this?"

Cherie grinned. "Sure, but if either one of you pass on this, you're nuts. I've been with  both  of you and you're so hot, I bet the two of you together would be incendiary!"

Brandi giggled and felt a moment of boldness. She reached across and took Irina's hand in her own. "She thinks we'd be hot together -- should we find out?"

Irina cocked one eyebrow. "With her here?"

"Why not? She's seen us both naked -- why shouldn't we be kinky sluts tonight, if that's what we all want?"

Irina was a very passionate creature, up for anything -- so she shrugged and said "Why the hell not? Hmm -- I have too many clothes on, don't I?"

Brandi smiled and said " I'll  say!" 

Aware of her attributes, Irina decided to try and impress their new playmate. She tossed her head to the side and her wavy hair cascaded down in golden waves. She turned around and revealed her smooth, gorgeous ass, in the shimmering black leather and let them whoosh down long, tapered legs. Like Cherie, she favored stockings, hers were black with roses all over them -- oddly, a Christmas present from her friend last year. She wore a tiny thong, despising panty lines -- that too, was tossed casually aside, now the blouse followed and only stockings and heels remained.

"On or off?" she asked the captivated pair.

The girls looked at each other and said, in unison " ON !"

Irina joined them on the bed and felt their hands on her silky skin. Cherie whispered in her ear "You're so gorgeous baby and she's hot, you'll be beautiful together, we're going to have a lovely night."

Cherie thought she'd never forget the sight of Irina's long legs as the wrapped around Brandi's head. Happy in supplication, Brandi buried her face in Irina's pussy and began eating. If it were possible, Brandi thought, Irina was even sweeter to the taste then Cherie. Cherie watched for a little bit, but did nothing but caress her pussy slowly -- prolonging her own sensual agony as her lovers coupled beside her. They were clicking -- Irina was already making the telltale sounds of arousal and Brandi's sweet little rump was wriggling.

Cherie couldn't resist touching Irina's long legs and sucking a nipple now and then, then moving in behind Brandi and tasting her sweet cunt for a moment or two. She was even wetter than before and she tasted even more pungent and heated -- Cherie put the reins on, she didn't want any of this to be forced.

"Listen darlings, we should take our time -- no one has to be at work early, right?" Both girls nodded to Cherie. "Then Irina, why don't you eat Brandi now, I'll suck you and Brandi, you play with my tits and we'll just enjoy each other, okay?"

That was easily accomplished and slender, blonde Irina found that Brandi's pussy was like an aphrodisiac, the more she feasted on it, the hornier she became, the more she wanted. She moved about so she could see her best friend / lover playing with her new friend / lover and her own passions increased.

Cherie had never seen Irina sound or act so horny, so slutty. She planted delicate kisses on Irina's nipples and belly as she leaned down, then continued kissing and fondling Brandi. She could see Irina's clitoris throbbing and she suckled it and felt a spasm from the blonde that informed her Irina was increasingly aroused. She inserted two fingers into Irina's tight cunt, withdrew them and shared them with Brandi in a gesture that was both slutty and sensual. 

Brandi was riding the crest of orgasm on Irina's licking tongue -- this was the best lesbian experience she'd ever known, if not  the  best sexual experience ever! She felt very at ease with the two women, it was like they were all one quivering mass of flesh, united in undying fuck-lust.

The movement on the bed was unannounced and now all three could touch and lick and play. Cherie saw that Irina's beautiful eyes were almost unfocused, she was in a world of her own as Brandi began fucking her harder and hunching against her, pussy to pussy. Intuitively, Brandi had figured out that Irina often liked her sex a bit rough, he was biting the blonde's nipples and raking her nails all over Irina's skin. Irina's stocking-clad legs were around Brandi's back, they were so raw and sensual, Cherie witnessed.

Brandi looked over at Cherie, and her eyes met Cherie's unique blue ones and she nodded a silent thanks. Irina and she were matched wonderfully, now Irina was laving her pussy again with a knowing tongue while Brandi moved close to Cherie. She nodded and felt Brandi's hands stroke her all over, while the blonde Russian supped on Brandi's pussy.

Irina's nostrils flared and she grunted loudly as she ate cunt. Even some of the models she had fucked with couldn't match Brandi for erotic appetites -- what a magnificent little  whore  this discovery of Cherie's was turning out to be. She wondered if Cherie had shared Brandi with her new paramour? She hoped not -- she wanted, somewhat selfishly, to be the  first  to have a threeway with Cherie and Brandi.




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"Suck it, lick it, oh, you hot  Russian blonde slut , eat my fucking  cunt! " Brandi groaned. "You like me, you like how I taste, don't you baby, taste good, huh?"

Irina gave a muffled response and Cherie's body was trembling. They'd lost all concept of time, they just seemed to shift about and give each other what they needed for the moment. Now Irina's familiar tongue and fingers were all over Cherie and Cherie was buried inside Brandi's pussy and she was slurpslurpslurping on Irina. It was all kinky, perverted and wonderful.

From time to time, one of the girls would be fingerfucking the other and then share the juices with one of the others. It was an arousing sight to all 3 women, they seemed inexhaustible, but they weren't. Cherie's face and tongue were deep between Irina's thighs when she felt the blonde girl loosen the floodgates and gush all over her licking tongue. That caused her to let go in tandem, so Brandi was rewarded with sweet, sweet pussy juice as she had now been eating Cherie. Ecstatic at having pleased the two beauties, Brandi let herself go and her body shook with pleasure.

Cherie looked over and saw Irina cradling Brandi's head against her own body. It was at once touching and erotic, she sensed the two women had found each other. She'd accomplished her goal, bringing two lonely -- and horny -- and kinky -- women together for the holidays. She hoped they'd each found a new love, a playmate, but only time would tell. She left them cuddled together and returned to the kitchen to get them all something to eat -- knowing Irina, she doubted anyone would be sleeping much tonight. 

Oh well, this kind of play was certainly worth a night with no sleep.



The Twelve Lays of Christmas Ch. 06



Day Seven 

Cherie Partridge wasn't the type of person to curse, but she was cursing today. She'd gone into the Le Petite Chou and Brandi must have hugged her twenty times for introducing her to Irina. Irina had thanked her in  her  own unique way. She was hoping to meet Thomas for lunch, but he had to meet with the "Turtledoves" for another event, then his French friends, the three LeClaire sisters, were taking him to lunch, an annual tradition. Brandi told him his "birds" from England had also missed him and were not too happy about it. 

Cherie was starving, so Brandi insisted she sit down and have coffee and cake with her, another slice of the heavenly Pineapple Upside Down cake with the five rings. She also had a bite or two of a croissant laden with the Goose-liver pate, and wasn't hungry by the end of her meal -- just lonely and a bit horny and  more  than a bit upset with herself.

For, despite her own best judgment and Irina's advice, despite what her head had kept telling her to do, she had fallen deeply, madly, head-over-heels in love with Thomas Wickham.

It wasn't logical, but love wasn't logical. Cherie wasn't a logical person when it came to sharing her love anyway. In High School, she'd fallen for the "bad boy" and she knew he would break her heart -- and he did. In college, she had met Julienne Charles and fallen for her, knowing the married teacher would likely never return her affections. Although they had a fantastic, tempestuous affair, it ended badly when she found Julienne in the arms of another attractive black woman. She had offered to share, but Cherie ran off in tears. Now she had Irina, but Irina could be mercurial and wasn't her soulmate. She was sure Thomas was, but they weren't in the same place. She was almost in tears and then she remembered the Swans ...

She had left college and puttered around for a few months before a friend had told her about a job opportunity with a family known as the Swans. The Swans were a prominent local couple, both highly successful, who were looking for a Nanny for their 5 children, ranging in age from 14 to 2. Cherie told her friend she was interested and an interview was arranged. Cherie was hired on the spot and she found she loved the children. The kids and their parents were water-rats and swam every day, Cherie got a nice tan that summer from being by the pool with them every day. She found herself becoming one of the family and her heart was mending.

One night, while making her way to her room, she happened to pass by the bedroom door and saw Kristina Swan on her hands and knees, sucking her husband's cock. Terry Swan had the biggest cock Cherie had ever  seen . She knew she shouldn't, but she was glued to the spot as she watched the 33-year old blonde sucking off her muscular husband.

Then Cherie got a huge shock. "Ohhh, Cherie!" Terry groaned. For a moment, Cherie was terrified she'd been discovered, then saw that his eyes were closed while his blonde wife was sucking him off. What was going on?

Kristina Swan pulled away from her husband's shaft and stood up, kissing him gently. "She really gets to you, doesn't she?" she said, rubbing her near-perfect form against Terry's.

"Cherie? Christ yeah, I mean babe, I love you, but that little bitch ... "

"Darling, it's cool. She gets to me too, you know that."

Cherie was rooted to the floor. The Swans were attracted to her. This was the first she'd ever heard of this. Wow.

Terry Swan was all muscle, from head to toe. Swimming every day, the ex-Hockey player turned sportscaster had salt & pepper hair and he was a sharp dresser. Even casual, his clothes reflected good taste and he had a rugged look that Cherie had to admit, she found very appealing.

Kristina Swan, once Kristina Jarvis, was 10 years her husband's junior. A former model, she was as beautiful as her husband was handsome. A natural blonde with a tanned & toned body, she had tits you would swear were a surgeon's handiwork -- but weren't. Her hair was shoulder length and she had dreamy, sexy brown eyes and a gorgeous tush and legs -- Cherie realized she had a little crush on the couple and had to stifle a giggle. She watched them go on with their sex, knowing she shouldn't, but she was horny and it had been a while since she'd been with anyone.

Kristina was wearing one of her husband's striped shirts, he slid that from her shoulders and bared her body, kissing her neck and behind her ears and massaging her perfect breasts. From the soft coos she was making, it was obvious to Cherie he knew his way around his wife's body. She had the loveliest smile on her face, Cherie loved it when Kristina smiled, it lit up a room. Her family and children were her life, but she was also very lusty and sexy at this moment, something Cherie hadn't seen previously.

He picked up the sexy blonde in his arms, kissed her and placed her on the large bed. Cherie had to crane her neck a bit to see what was going on, but it was worth the effort. Between his wife's long, tapered legs, Terry was sliding off her blue silk panties and then was ardently eating Kristina's pussy. Cherie wasn't surprised to see that the blonde had a Brazilian, they were people who prided themselves on good grooming. Christina's hands were digging into her husband's scalp as he licked and slurped her cunt, she was barely speaking above a whisper, but Cherie heard her loud and clear.

"Ohhh Cherie, you little slut, eat me, eat my pussy!" Kristina sighed.

All these years later, Cherie remembered every little nuance of that evening. It remained one of the happiest, sexiest memories of her life, only a few had matched it -- her earlier sexfests with Irina and Thomas came to mind.

Cherie's mind drifted back to that magical evening. Terry Swan was between his wife's legs, licking her pussy, but his hands were far from idle. They were moving all over her lean torso, fondling her breasts, stroking her sides, he seemingly knew what to do to please a woman. Cherie felt a pang of envy -- but didn't know if it was because she wanted to be doing those things to Kristina or she wanted Terry to pleasure her. Her reverie was broken by a cry from the youngest Swan child's room, when she came back, their door was closed and the opportunity gone.

Over the next few days, Cherie got more than one opportunity to watch the Swans at play. Their door was often left ajar or almost totally open and she would discreetly watch them making love or fuck, because they did both with equal passion. The couples was beautiful together, watching them have sex was like watching some erotic ballet. After the 3rd night, Cherie went to a local sex shop and bought herself a very nice vibe. The pretty Asian salesgirl flirted with her outrageously, but Cherie didn't give her much encouragement -- the objects of her desires were her employers, beautiful and sensual and without peer.

Every night, she would watch them couple, then when they seemed finished, she'd go back to her own room and use the vibe on herself until she exploded. Cherie wanted to be a part of their loving, just once and knew she had to or she'd simply die. Both of them wanted her -- so how was she going to make it happen?

They were all poolside a few days later, the Swans were practically nudists, so Kristina was laying out trying to get some rays. She teased Cherie a few times about sunning herself when everyone knew it wasn't good for you, but she laughed and said "I'll sacrifice a little piece of my health for a nice bronzing". Cherie was also getting some sun, although she had to be careful, given her complexion.

"I need a bit more Sunblock -- Cherie, would you be a dear and ...?" The sexy nanny nodded and squirted Sunblock on to her hands and began rubbing it all over Kristina's perfect body. She was finally touching that body and it was even softer and silkier to the touch than she had ever dreamed. Her buttocks and skin were unmarred, no blemishes, just perfection. Kristina turned over and smiled, no hint of mischief in her dark brown eyes as Cherie began rubbing Sunblock on her front. She started at Kristina's feet and worked up her thighs, wanting to be bold and daring, but not daring to risk it with Terry and the kids nearby. She slid Kristina's barely-there bikini down a bit to get a bit on her hips, but not off. Her hands traveled up the smooth, flat plane of the blonde's stomach and was nearing her tits, those yummy, lickable, round, perfect, bouncy tits ...  no Cherie, control yourself , she knew and although she covered them in Sunblock, nipples included, she didn't allow herself the luxury of play. She finished the job and if Kristina was disappointed she hadn't gone further, it didn't show in her eyes.

"I hate that suit you're wearing" Kristina said suddenly.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Too conservative, a one-piece on a girl with a body like yours?"

"I figured with the kids around ... "

"They've seen me in less, we're very open about our bodies. Do you have another one?" Cherie shook her head and Kristina took her by the hand and stood up.

"I think I have a couple in my room that will fit you. Come with me darling, let's go have a look." The two women went upstairs and Kristina fumbled around in her drawers and closets and found a few barely-there bikinis she knew would suit Cherie. "Let's try this one on you!" she said, grabbing a silver metallic suit. Cherie got out of her one-piece and slid the tiny thong bottom up, it didn't cover her ass, she was glad she was in good shape. But the top ...

"I can't get this to fit quite right" Cherie complained to Kristina, who came up behind her.

"Let me give you a hand" Kristina said and moved behind her. She placed her hands on the bikini top, but instead of adjusting it, she cupped Cherie's round breasts and fondled them. Within an instant, all pretense of trying on a swimsuit was gone. Cherie turned around and her lips met Kristina's in a sweet, loving kiss that felt so wonderful, she teared up a little. "I have been wanting this for such a long time" she said to Kristina, who simply said "Me too."

"I see you got her up here" came a voice from the doorway. There stood Terry, tanned and muscular, wearing only his swim trunks. "Cherie,  both  of us have wanted you in our bedroom for a long, long time. Since the day we hired you, in fact. Why do you think we've been leaving our door open?"

"You did that on  purpose ?" Cherie said, startled.

"Of course, silly baby" Kristina replied. "We wanted you to come in and join us, but you never did. So we decided to try one more thing and if you chose not to play, we'd have to live with that. Obviously, you find us sexy ..."

"You're the sexiest people I've ever known!" Cherie enthused. Terry laughed at her reaction.

"Yes, we are a sexy couple, aren't we?"

"Now, we'd very much like to make it a sexy  trio  by taking you as our lover, Cherie. But we have to be sure you want this." 

Cherie was getting a bit weepy again. "I do, I love you both, god, I ... " Terry cut her off.

"We don't just want you as a one-time thing, or a casual fling, Cherie. We want you to share our bed and be our live-in lover, do you want that too?" The auburn-haired vixen nodded.

"More than  anything !" she purred, her voice dropping an octave.

Kristina snuggled up behind Cherie and tugged the bikini bottom down. "I have a little confession of my own, Cherie darling." The Swans new playmate was melting against Kristina's gentle fingers.

"Mmm, what's that, darling?" Cherie said, drifting into an erotic haze.

"I've never been with another woman" Kristina whispered softly. 

Cherie broke out of her daze. "What? You're kidding!"

Even all these years later, Cherie remembered vividly the first touch of Kristina's fingers on her skin and that first, sweet kiss. She recalled in full detail the depth of the blonde's brown eyes and how beautiful her skin felt against Cherie's own. She said her goodbyes to Brandi, who told her to send Irina her love and made her way home. She had long ago worn out that original vibe, but had a few newer toys that would do the job Thomas was not there to do, put out the fire in her needy pussy as she thought about her past loves ....

Cherie had taken Kristina's hand and brought it to her lips and kissed it softly. She smiled and said "Kristina darling, I  have  been with other women before and it's beautiful. May I show you how beautiful it is, you are, with your husband watching?"

"Yes" Kristina responded softly. For the first time, she sounded nervous, but Cherie merely kissed her neck and behind her ears. "Don't be afraid -- I'm very good and I want you so very much and I will make sure you cum. I'll teach you all sorts of wonderful, naughty things if you'll just let me."

Kristina stretched out on the king-sized bed, her body propped up somewhat by a large grouping of pillows. Cherie joined her there and without hesitation, she parted Kristina's bare pussy lips and inserted her tongue and began to lick. Gently, at first -- she didn't want to rush and spoil things, but Kristina was sweeter than she'd been in Cherie's imagination. Her honey was thick and tasty, likely from their healthy diet and Cherie burrowed in her tongue, seeking more. Kristina threw her head back and moaned.

"Oh darling, oh Cherie, that feels -- it's indescribable. Keep it up, my love, oh Terry, she's eating me up and it's wonderful -- her tongue's hitting all the right places, oh my loves, this is so fucking wonderful!" she sighed.

Cherie was loving this, loving being so close and intimate with someone once again. Her body was giving pleasure to this woman she so adored, she could see from the delighted expression on Kristina's face that she had no regrets about her first girl-girl experience. She wanted to feel Kristina's lips and hands on her own body, but she could wait -- nothing mattered more then pleasing these people she so adored.

"How is she, Cherie darling?" Terry asked their nanny, loving every second of the sexy little pageant they were putting on for his benefit.

"She's special, a wonderful treat!" Cherie sighed as she trailed her tongue along the silky skin. No part of Kristina went untouched, even her toes were licked and her feet massaged. That brought another sigh to Kristina's lips, which was silenced by Cherie kissing her silent.

The pair of beauties snuggled together, content, Kristina running her slender fingers through Cherie's thick, auburn locks. "Thank You" she said quietly, her body still sparkling with pleasure.

"My pleasure, you're welcome" Cherie beamed, with her head laying on Kristina's tummy. At that point, she didn't want to move -- ever.

"I -- I'd like to try making love to you, I hope I can ... " Cherie kissed Christina silent one more time and placed one finger on her lover's pert nose. 

"Just kiss me everywhere you want to kiss -- don't rush, take your time. Nothing will feel bad, because you're touching me with love. Terry, you can move closer and watch your beautiful wife having her first lesbian experience, all right?"

Terry got closer and his cock ached to make love to this young woman both he and Kristina had been so smitten with. He watched with rapt attention as Kristina moved her body against Cherie's, her fingers stroking the auburn-haired girl's skin, then wherever her fingers would touch, her lips would follow. Cherie sighed and felt herself becoming wet and aroused, her nipples stiffened and she threw her head back and closed her eyes. She was aglow and truly in love for the first time, knowing it would only be more special once Terry was added to the mix. No rush -- her considerate employer wanted his wife to have this experience first, before he joined in their lovemaking.

"You're soaked, you little bitch!" Kristina hissed, getting into the spirit of things. She slid a finger into the first pussy she had ever touched, other than her own, and withdrew it, licking it clean. Kristina sighed and smiled sweetly, it was a flavor she intended to sample again.

"Slut" Cherie said and both women laughed. Kristina toppled over on top of Cherie and their arms wrapped around each other and the kisses became more passionate, more urgent. The intensity grew and the heat went up -- up -- UP -- and now they were girl-fucking, bodies rubbing together, tongues mingling, fingers deep inside each other's cunts and bucking and hunching, tit to tit, pussy to pussy.

"Sexy lady, I want us to  sixty-nine , I've dreamt of that" Kristina sighed as they parted. Cherie nodded. "We're about the same height, but I want us to have that intimate a joining Cherie, I want us to eat each other's pussies and I want Terry to watch us licking each other and fingering each other and ... " Kristina's voice trailed off as Cherie moved on top of her and lowered her steaming cunt on to her face. Kristina grabbed the cheeks of Cherie's ass and began eating her with relish, Cherie happily reciprocated.

Terry had merely stood there, he had no words for the happiness he was feeling. When he had first confessed to Kris how he was feeling about Cherie, he expected she'd freak -- but instead, she had confessed her own desire for the lovely girl. They had decided over time that should the opportunity present itself, they would welcome Cherie into their bed -- and now it had.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckkkkkk, I'm cumming!" Kristina howled, amazing her husband who'd never heard her be that loud before. She shook like she'd received an electric shock and climaxed, while undaunted, Cherie kept licking until she finally came herself.

"Ummm -- hi" Terry grinned sheepishly as the women parted and huddled together at the head of the bed.

"I think he's feeling left out" Cherie purred as Kristina licked one still-hard nipple and snuggled closer.

"No, he's not -- I know my man, he enjoyed every second of our little show, didn't you sweetie?" Terry nodded. "Okay darling, get your butt in here -- it's your turn to fuck our little playmate. How do you like it, Cherie love?"

It'd been a while since Cherie had been in a man's arms, but she loved to be on top. Even when Julienne fucked her with a dildo, she loved to top-ride. She pushed Terry on his back and straddled his face, letting him taste her muff for a few minutes while his wife sucked him to hardness. It didn't take long -- watching the spectacle of the two stunners had aroused him like never before and within minutes, he was sporting the boner of a lifetime. That was good enough for Cherie, she got on top and slid down on his thick pole, loving the feeling of her first cock in a long, long time. While this was going on, Kristina rode her husband's face, facing towards Cherie and kissing and playing and keeping the fires lit.

"I  never  want to fuck without you again" Kristina purred as she and her new lover continued making love to each other while their man pleased them both. A lesser man might have had difficulty, but Terry's skilled cock moved in and out of their girlfriend's cunt while his tongue speared in and out of his wife's pussy. The girls were so obviously nuts about each other, he'd heard Kristina's comment and it echoed his own sentiments. Both wanted this auburn beauty as a permanent part of their sex life and they knew she wanted it as well. 

Their lovemaking and their fucking continued for the entire afternoon, breaking only for dinner, then resuming in the evening. The kids spent most of the day swimming, the older ones looking after the younger children while their parents frolicked. Terry fucked Cherie from behind while she ate Kristina's pussy, then the two women sucked him off simultaneously, swallowing his cum when he came. Once he was out of action for the night, the women continued on well into the morning, making him feel a part of the action by kissing him from time to time and massaging him until he drifted off.




The Twelve Lays of Christmas Ch. 06



Kristina and Terry cleared room in the drawers and closet for Cherie to put some of her things in the room they now all intended to share. The younger children just though Cherie liked to cuddle up before she went to sleep, the older ones were starting to clue in and knew the score. They went out as a trio and her lovers bought her a diamond necklace, which matched Kristina's wedding ring. She had a little cry and promised she would never take it off. She told them she loved them both and hugged them both and before long, their passions aroused, they had rented a Hotel Room and were making love until no one could move.

Then, their happiness was shattered and Cherie's heart was broken to pieces.

Terry was offered a Sportscasters job with a Network affiliate in New York. Cherie prepared for a move, but that's when the shoe dropped.

"We can't have your -- relationship -- becoming public knowledge" one of the bigwigs said, pointing to Cherie. "Around here, it's common knowledge, but if word gets out to our more Conservative viewers ... " he said. Terry's jaw tightened and his face grimaced.

"You can take your offer and stuff it. We love Cherie, she's family and you don't fuck over family." Kristina had nodded in agreement, but Cherie piped up.

"Wait!" Both of them turned to her.

"I -- I love you both ..." she said teary-eyed " ... but this is the opportunity of a lifetime and you can build a future for the kids. I can't let you sacrifice all that for me, I love you both too much."

The Swans looked at her and then back at the TV Exec. The money was phenomenal and Cherie had a valid point, but to give her up for money? But Cherie would not be dissuaded. Heartbroken, she insisted Terry sign the contract, telling him she'd see them all again someday. When the kids were all asleep, she kissed them goodbye, packed her bags and left. She went far away from the home she loved, got her job at the Pear Tree and started to try again with her acting. She'd had flings and there were people she loved, but no one she was  in  love with. Until she met Thomas.

She couldn't let herself fall like this again. She just  couldn't  She twisted the diamond pendant in between her fingers and felt the tears come. 



The Twelve Lays of Christmas Ch. 07



 Conclusion

by BrettJ © 2008

 Day Eight 

Thomas entered the Pear Tree and waved at Mike, looking for Cherie as he filled his basket. The Turtledoves wanted some of his signature Quiches for their upcoming party and it required special cheeses. He'd already visited the LeClaire sisters to secure more wine; they quizzed him again about his new lady-friend. "You need  amour  in your life" they all told him. "Life is nothing without it." He gave them all a hug and called Brandi, who told him his family had called again. He'd forgotten to call them back the previous day, so all four of them read him the riot act, but with love and laughter still a part of it all. Brandi called him again and told him they'd sold the last of the Pineapple Upside down cake and were running low on the Goose Pate, so he assumed he'd have a full afternoon of work, but she was already on top of it. He promised to give her a raise in the New Year, Brandi was a gem. He still didn't see Cherie as he looked around the store.

In back, Cherie stared at the photo the Swans had given her to remember them by – if she could ever forget. She heard Thomas' voice, dried her tears and went out to the front.

"There's my girl" He said, kissing her on the cheek. Cherie needed more affection from him than that, so she kissed him back on the lips, in full view of the customers and a smiling Mike. She also gave him a big hug.

Thomas could see that she'd obviously been crying, but decided not to push it. He asked her "Cherie, have you got any of the Eight Maids Cheeses in stock? I need them for my Holiday Quiches."

Mike interjected "Shipment just came in, Thomas. Grab what you need. Hey Cherie, when he's done, it's quiet. Make it an early day, with pay, have fun."

"Want to have dinner?" Thomas asked her. Cherie wanted to yell "No, I want to spend the night making love to you and the morning and the rest of our lives !" but she swallowed and nodded yes.

Thomas got his supplies, made his way back to Le Petite Chou and found Brandi had everything under control. He found her having a meal with Cherie's roommate, Irina. It was obvious the two women were more than friends as they were holding hands.

"When did those two ...?" He asked Cherie.

"Long story" Cherie replied, her spirits lifting a bit. Seeing her two friends happy made it seem possible to her that that kind of happiness might be within her grasp. She allowed Thomas to take her to a local pub and found she quite enjoyed herself. They weren't able to go back to her place, as Brandi and Irina had a night planned, but Thomas brought her to his place. They made love sweetly and tenderly, but Thomas could tell there was something on her mind. Wisely, he decided not to press matters and let her fall asleep in his arms. He didn't feel her wake up and kiss his cheek, nor did he hear her whisper "I love you" before she fell back asleep.

 Day Nine 

Cherie woke to the sound of bagpipes on his alarm. "Sorry hun, my Mum's idea when I was a kid. I always grumbled when I got up so she had some piper friends record that for me. She figured no one could sleep through that racket."

"She was right" Cherie grumbled, reaching for a robe. Already, the aroma of waffles and fresh bacon and hot coffee reached her nostrils.

"Morning luv!" He said, kissing her lips as the pipers droned on.

"Oh please lord, let it  end !" Cherie moaned just before the music stopped. She sighed in relief and sat down to breakfast. "I don't have to work today Thomas, do you have anything major on the horizon?" 

Thomas smiled and said "Well, I promised Brandi I'd open up – something about being in no shape to face the morning ... " Cherie giggled, knowing full well what Irina was capable of " ... but the afternoon and evening are free. Oh wait, not quite – I have theatre tickets given to me by the Turtledoves, seems Mr. T is one of the producers of a revival of  Seven Brides for Seven Brothers . Would you like to go and have dinner after? Not only that, he says we can meet the director and the cast." Thomas had always enjoyed theatre, he knew at least 9 of the female dancers, they were regulars in the restaurant.

"That's one of my favorite shows, absolutely!" Cherie thrilled. "Drop me off at the Pear Tree, I have to pick up my paycheck. Oh, do you think the LeClaire sisters would sell me a few bottles of wine, I want to congratulate Brandi."

"I know they would, I'll call them myself." Thomas smiled.

"Good. Did you call your Mum back yesterday, by the way?"

"Yes. She and my Auntie and sisters say I'm an idiot for not whisking you away to some Tropical Paradise and having my way with you."

Cherie managed a smile, that sounded heavenly. "Well, at least the Pineapple for your cake would be fresh" She chuckled.

"Yes, but you'd miss my pate" He countered back. "Incidentally, what in heck were you mumbling about in your sleep last night? Something about swans?"

She covered. "Oh – I love swans, I was likely thinking of a visit to the park when I was a child."

"Oh, I see. Okay, let's get dressed, I'll grab a quick shower and then it's all yours and off we'll go."

Cherie sat there, sipping her coffee. She determined that if Thomas only saw her as a friend and lover, then she could live with that. At least he wasn't going anywhere. At least he was still in her life. At least ... at least ... 

 Day Ten 

Cherie was circling around her apartment, Irina and Brandi watching her fret and fuss. She was beside herself, her mind going a million miles a minute. Last night had been a life-changing moment and whichever choice she made, there would be consequences and heartbreak. What to do, what to  do ?

"You have to be at the Pear Tree in 90 minutes Cherie" Irina reminded her.

"I know, I know, but ... "

"Let the poor girl think, baby" Brandi said, snuggling close to Irina and kissing her.

"It's so nice to see people in love" Cherie sighed. "If only ... "

"If only my dummy boss would get his head out of the sand and realize you're perfect for him, you mean?" Brandi scowled. "He's been confused Cherie, but I think he'll come around, give him time. I know this function he's catering for the Turtledoves, as he calls them, is driving him nuts and ... "

Cherie countered. "I don't  have  time. If I do this, I have to make a decision. It's the opportunity of a lifetime, I'm a fool if I pass it up!"

"It" had happened last night. After seeing the show, Thomas and Cherie had gone backstage to meet the cast and director and compliment them on a magnificent show, which it had been. The director and Cherie spoke quite a bit about technical matters and acting and Cherie noted that Thomas seemed to be jealous until Cherie calmed him down a bit and explained they had been talking about her acting career. Cherie was secretly thrilled that he was showing a bit of the green-eyed monster. Then Miles, the director, made her the offer of a lifetime.

"The actress playing Milly just announced she's pregnant and will have to leave the show in 4 months. You seem perfect for the part, if you can sing and dance, you'd be perfect. How would you like to understudy the role and go on tour with us in 3 months?"

Cherie couldn't speak, she was simply agog. Thomas was – he didn't have any way to describe his feelings, he didn't understand them himself, but he knew he had to be supportive. Over dinner, they talked about her future.

"It's a wonderful opportunity and I know Mike would let me take a leave of absence. I'd miss you, of course, but I ... "

"Cherie, certainly you should take it. I wouldn't dream of holding you back, you're my dear friend and I want only the best for you."

Thomas took her home and she kissed him goodnight. By the time she got inside, she was practically sobbing.

His  friend . That was all she was to him. She knew he cared, but perhaps it was all in her head that they had a future together? She wanted this opportunity, she wanted to act, to give it a shot. She gave the other girls a kiss and headed off to the Pear Tree and work her shift, promising to speak with Mike a bit later on.

Thomas had stopped by and dropped off the wine from the LeClaire sisters, then he had rushed off to call his family in England. Mike was munching on a piece of cake, his waistline beginning to show his love for sweets. Cherie kissed him on the cheek and sat down and explained the job opportunity that had presented itself.

"Of course you have to take it, you can work here whenever you want – you're family! Can I give you a congratulatory hug?" Mike nearly knocked the wind out of her. She finished up her day, having a bit of pate on some Ritz Crackers on her break and then heading home. She knew she should feel happy, but she felt alone and miserable. Cherie knew what she had to do. She had to be home with her family for the holidays, to be surrounded by love and warmth. She missed having love, she remembered how much love the Swans had at the holidays and hoped one day to know that kind of joy for herself.

Cherie almost began crying again as she dialed her mother and invited herself home for the holidays. She covered it up by telling her parents how happy she would be to see them, she said she'd be on the train and arrive around midnight. She wasn't going to say goodbye to Thomas, she needed some time to think.

****

Thomas was on the phone with his mother, Aunt, cousin and sister. All of them were mad as hell at him.

"Mum, quit yelling. I  had  to let her accept the job, it's a chance of a lifetime."

"Tommy, as your sister says, you're a git. You  love  this girl, don't you?"

"I think so Mum, but it's only been 10 days and ..."

His sister interjected. "And every time you call us, it's Cherie this and Cherie that and you sound batty about her. Time isn't a factor Tommy and I bet she loves you too, if you would open your eyes enough to see it."

His cousin piped up. "You're very lovable, when you're not being a total ponce. Don't be daft, GO for it!"

He sighed. "You're right."

His Mum came back on the line. "You're going to ask her?"

"Yes."

"To marry you?"

Thomas felt his entire body and soul come alive when he answered again "Yes."

He hung up the phone and dialed Cherie's home. No answer. She wasn't answering her Cell. He went to her apartment, no one there. Panicked, not knowing where she could be, he went to the Pear Tree and got the news from Mike she had begun a leave of absence. His stomach churning, he went to the Pear Tree and found Irina there again, having a cozy lunch with Brandi.

"Irina, do you know where Cherie is? I've been trying to find her all day?"

"Yes Thomas, she's going home for the holidays, to spend time with her family. She said she had some thinking to do ... about you, I think" Irina said, not too happy with her girlfriend's employer.

"Thomas, if you don't do something, you're going to lose the best thing that's ever happened to you and ... "

"I know" Thomas stated plainly.

"Hallelujah, he's seen the light!" Brandi said, almost in shock. "Now what do you intend to do about it?"

"First I have to find her, don't I?" He said, exasperated. 

Irina was seeing him in a new light. "She's taking the train Thomas – she leaves in about 35 minutes, you'd better move if you want to catch her."

Thomas ran out of the restaurant and tried to hail a cab, but had to run blocks to find one, as it had begun to snow. He finally flagged one down and made it to the Train Station with about 10 minutes to spare. He ran around like a maniac until he spotted her. "CHERIE !" He screamed at the top of his lungs. She turned around, startled to see him. He looked awful, upset and out of breath.

"Thomas – what are you doing here? I didn't tell you I was leaving, I ... " Cherie began weeping a bit.

"Don't go!" He panted.

"What?"

"Don't-fucking-GO!" He gasped out. "Don't go to your parents for Christmas, don't go on tour, don't take the job – not if it means you'll leave me. Don't go, please Cherie."

"Thomas, I ..."

"Don't go. Marry me."

Cherie practically fainted. They announced her train, but she didn't hear it. The blood was rushing to her ears, she was on a bench and Thomas was sitting beside her, holding her hand.

"Cherie? I can't lose you, I can't. I love you. I'm totally, mad, bonkers, head-over-heels in love with you and I know it's insane because we've only just met, but I love you and I want to marry you and be with you and have babies with you and ... " he babbled.

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

"Yes, Yes, YES!" She screamed, kissing him with such passion Thomas could barely breathe. He didn't care – he was happy again, she had brought him back to life, rejuvenated his soul, she was  his  Cherie, and he was going to be her husband.

"You're crying, Thomas."

"So I am. Don't care. You're crying, too."

"Yes, I am. Oh, I'll have to call my mother. She'll die of shock" Cherie laughed. "What about your family?"

"Mum told me if I didn't realize what a good thing I had, I was a git." He laughed. "Mum's going to have to visit for a Wedding."

She hugged her – fiancé – close and asked "When?"

"What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"What? Thomas, that's insane, we can't ... "

He looked at her with a warm, yet serious, expression. "I don't want to go another week without you as my wife. I want to start the New Year with you by my side. I can call England and have all 4 of them on a flight at midnight. Your family can be here by morning. The LeClaires and Mike and Brandi and Irina are here and if there's anyone else you want to invite ... "

She started weeping again. "The only person I want there is the person I'm kissing right now" She said as she embraced him passionately. They were making a scene in the Station, but neither gave a damn.

"Umm – Thomas – I think we're making a bit of a scene" Cherie giggled as they continued kissing and hugging.

"Bloody hell, let them look" Thomas said, acting totally out of character. "Oh, and I think you get to call me Tommy now."

She looked at him with a weird expression and he laughed. "Long story. I'd better call Mum and tell her to get moving if she wants to be here tomorrow afternoon. You'd better call your folks too." Cherie nodded as Thomas went to find a Pay Phone. Just where were they going to have the reception – hold it, he remembered – didn't the "Turtledoves" say something about owning an Inn? Dammit, why couldn't he ever remember their real last names, he'd have to call Brandi and have her check receipts, stay calm Thomas, stay calm ....

Cherie opened her purse and got out her Cell and dialed a number she'd had for a long time, but never used. Clutching her hands to her chest, she heard the phone ring and someone picked up.

"Hello. Yes, it's me. I wanted to call and ... well, I'm getting married. Thank You. Tomorrow. Can you be there, it would mean a lot to me. Yes, very much. You can make it? That's wonderful, I love you."

She hung up the phone just as Thomas came rushing back, face aglow with happiness. As he told her of his family's reaction, Cherie knew she'd never been happier in her entire life.

 Day Eleven 

Snuggling in her husband's arms, Cherie was overwhelmed with happiness. It had been a magical day, a special day, special and perfect. She was also happy she didn't have to wake up to Bagpipes again, she giggled. Eleven pipers on that darned thing,  that  alarm clock was going out the window.

"So, you're really my wife then?" Thomas said as he hugged her close.

"Yes, you're stuck with me." She sighed. "You're really my husband? This isn't some dream?"

"If it is, let's not wake up" Thomas said as she rolled on top of him and began kissing him all over.

Thomas knew that despite all the odds, he had found someone with whom he could share his life again, that he had a life-partner again. He was twice-blessed and as he looked back on the day, he knew neither would ever forget it.

Their first stop was the Pear Tree, where Cherie broke the news to Mike, who hugged them both and insisted on supplying all the food for their meals tomorrow. Oddly, the "Turtledoves" were both there, the newlyweds adding their own congratulations and offering them a venue in which to hold the small reception. It turned out the family owned a small Inn nearby and were more than happy to accommodate, refusing any financial recompense Thomas offered, merely expenses. Cherie insisted the visit the LeClaire sisters, who made such a fuss over her and Thomas, she knew they were going to be a part of  her  extended family as well. While sharing a drink with the three Frenchwomen, Thomas' phone rang and it was his family, who insisted on speaking with her. His four "Birds" all had a lot to say to Cherie, especially "Mum" [she insisted Cherie start calling her that and get used to it, she teased] who told her "You keep Tommy in line; he can be a bit too stuffy for his own good." Cherie laughed and said "I'm working on that" and said goodbye, as the Taxi was arriving to take the women to Heathrow for their flight.

Once they got to Le Petite Chou, all the fussing started all over again. Irina cried, Brandi cried, there was lots of hugging and  food  - in all the chaos, neither Brandi or Thomas had eaten in hours, so Pineapple Cake and Goose Pate were retrieved from the Pantry, with some more wine and croissants and by the end of it, Thomas and Cherie were happily buzzed. They were going to go back to Thomas' home and rest, but Brandi and Irina said "Uh-Uh – you don't see her before the wedding and that's tomorrow. We're giving her a Bachelorette Party."

Thomas looked at his bride as she was kissing his neck and said "You never  did  tell me what happened at the Bachelorette Party." She purred in his ear "Maybe for our 25th Anniversary" and resumed kissing him again.

The night seemed endless, Thomas wanted to see her, but the morning of, he went to the Pear Tree, was met by Mike and his family, who calmed him down with a few cups of strong coffee. He told Thomas all was set for the reception, everyone was waiting to see them, the LeClaires and others, his family had arrived and he'd seen to arranging for their transportation [Thomas had been a nervous wreck], the Cakes and Pate and wine had all made it safely,  now get your butt in gear before she smartens up and runs out on you , Mike had laughed.

Thomas knew there was no chance of that – it was destiny or fate or whatever you wanted to call it, but he and Cherie were meant to be together. As he walked down the small aisle to meet her, he saw her there in the pretty cream dress, hair falling loosely, eyes sparkling and that face – that face – he knew he was crying, but he knew she wouldn't mind and he barely remembered saying his vows or the people she introduced him to – the Swans? – and he ate the Quiche he'd made only days before with the Milk Maids Cheese, he heard his wife – his  wife ! – telling the story about his Piper Alarm and charming his Mum, sister, Auntie and cousin. Thomas knew the specter of her acting career was still there, but they'd work that out. He wanted her to have everything she dreamed of and as she sidled up beside him and took his arm, she looked in his face and asked what he was thinking about.

"You. Me. Us. Your acting career and how I want you to have everything you want in life and ... "

"I just  married  everything I want in life." Cherie beamed.

"You know what I mean."

Cherie smiled again. "Yes, and I want a career too, but  we  come first. I spoke with Miles a little while ago and explained how I felt. He told me they'd wait two weeks and hold the job for me. I can start rehearsals then and go on tour a bit later. I can work at the Pear Tree a few days a week, which will give me lots of time with my handsome new husband. Plenty of time to start  un-stuffying  you."




The Twelve Lays of Christmas Ch. 07



Thomas looked at her and Cherie said "Your Mum said it's my job."

"Oh, is that right? Okay, we can talk about that later. That family – the Swans, the one with the pretty wife ... "

"Oh, you noticed Kristina? Not even married a day and he's already checking out other women."

"Darling, a blind man would notice Kristina. You've never mentioned them."

Cherie smiled a smile that was a bit wistful, but it didn't stay long. "Tommy, I have an –  interesting  past – and some of it may shock you or ... "

Thomas kissed his wife sweetly and said "That's your past and you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'd love you no matter what. What matters now is your  interesting  future."

"OUR interesting future" Cherie said as she gave him a kiss full of all the passion and love she had felt since the day they'd met. Everyone was applauding, but neither of them heard a thing.

Cherie's lips were getting dangerously close to his cock as he drifted back to the moment. "Cherie, luv?"

"Yes, Tommy?"

He chuckled. When she called him Tommy, he kind-of liked it.

"I want to please you. I want to show you how happy I am to have a wife that brought sunshine back to my life. So if you will move up here a bit ... that's it ... just relax my darling, and I'm going to make you see stars."

Thomas began caressing his new wife, starting from the soles of her feet and up her long, sexy legs. He felt a slight tremor from her body as he did so, she shook as his tongue and gentle hands traced up, up, up her skin and then he was between her legs. He parted the lips of her pussy and began to lick her, with strokes that started light, then grew stronger and more ardent. His tongue seemed to be everywhere and Cherie was already feeling the tiny shocks traveling throughout her body. Her pussy was soaked and her nipples were rock-hard.

"Tommy, oh darling, keep doing that – my darling lover, that's wonderful, eat my cunt, you wonderful handsome bastard!" She groaned as his tongue delved deeper into the groove of her pussy. She wanted to suck his dick as well, but his tongue-lashing left her too weak to move at the moment.

Thomas was glad they had the place almost to themselves – The "Turtledoves" [whose last name was Lords, Cherie learned] had insisted on giving them the best suite in their Inn and the ten members of the family had moved here and there all day, leaping from place to place to make everything perfect. Cherie was being noisy, not that he cared, but the privacy was nice.

"Like it, my little wifey-bitch?" Thomas wanted to know as he came up from between her thighs, face gleaming with her spend. She kissed his lips and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer.

"If you don't let me suck your cock now, we're going to have our first fight!" Cherie hissed. Thomas moved closer and let his bride engulf his cock in her sucking, warm lips, her tongue whirling around and sliding up and down as she fellated him. Cherie's passion for her new husband showed in how ardently she was sucking him, Thomas couldn't hold it and let a load of cum go. Cherie swallowed it greedily and didn't miss a beat, she just kept sucking. He didn't think he could continue, but to his amazement, his wife had him hard again in under 15 minutes. She slithered on top of him, naked and perfumed and inviting, moving her tight pussy on top of his cock, she wriggled down until he was all inside her. Then she began to move her hips back and forth, wriggling a bit and giving Thomas a wild, raunchy fucking. Harder and harder she moved, Thomas just did what he could, his wife was quite obviously running the show as she fucked him.

Cherie was wild and unpredictable, he bet on their 25th Anniversary – when he'd get that story out of her, he chuckled silently – she'd still be astounding him. As her body pumped frantically against his own, her tits jiggling, he knew she'd be beautiful and fuck-crazed even then.  Good – every man needs a challenge , he laughed to himself. He hoped he could make her happy and help all her dreams come true, isn't that what a life-partner was supposed to do?

Thomas did his best to keep up with Cherie's frantic pace, but she was outdoing him at every turn, so he just hung on for dear life until his sexy new wife wrested an orgasm from him and one for herself. She collapsed on top of him, body shining from her exertions and nuzzled his neck, biting his ear. "I think the honeymoon is off to a good start!" Cherie chuckled as he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her.

 Day Twelve 

"Woman, you have got to be kidding?"

"No Thomas, get dressed. I want to see the Christmas Parade before we leave."

Thomas dragged his ass out of bed. They had made love and fucked until almost dawn, their love and passion undeniable, their need to confirm that love through physical intimacy had overwhelmed both of them. Cherie was a lot kinkier than he'd thought and Thomas suspected he'd have to keep on his toes, but knew his life would be richer for it. He knew snippets of her sexual history, like with Irina, but knew as they continued their lives together, she'd share more. He knew he'd have to take good care of himself, his insatiable bride had fucked him raw.

Mike called from the Pear Tree to say he'd sent a nice breakfast basket with muffins and fruits, Thomas ate like he hadn't had anything in a week. Cherie wasn't far behind, he liked that she had an appetite. The "Turtledoves" [ Lords, Cherie chided him] family sent over a carafe of wonderful coffee, it was too early in the day for some of the wine the LeClaire sisters had gifted them with. His family called from the apartment to say they would have it ready for them when they returned from their honeymoon, Thomas knew he'd have to consider a house or Condo when they got back, it would be a bit small for the couple. Cherie had gotten on the phone with his mother for a minute and asked her to somehow make that  horrible  alarm clock vanish. Her Mum laughed uproariously. Irina had already asked Brandi to move into Cherie's old apartment with her, Brandi had quite readily agreed. 

While he was dancing with Brandi at his wedding reception, she told him "Wait until you see what Irina and I have for your Wedding Gift, bossman." He coughed a bit as she grabbed his ass, but saw Cherie wink at him and nod. Thomas sensed he'd be sleeping a bit less in the future, but somehow also knew he wouldn't mind that very much.

Brandi had called a few minutes after they got up, telling him she had everything at the restaurant under control, all the Pineapple Cakes were readied, as was the Pate, many customers had dropped off tiny gifts or cards and wished him well. The Swans were lunching there, they insisted on talking with Cherie.

"Hello Kristina, good afternoon. Yes, I am –  very  happy. Yes, he is kind of handsome in that Hugh Grant kind-of way, I'd agree. What? Oh darling, you're naughty. Hmm – might be a bit soon for that, but he's continuing to surprise me. All right loves, safe trip home and I'll call you in a few weeks."

Thomas said "What was that all about?" Cherie kissed him on the cheek and said "Another one of those things I'll tell you about another time." She would, she knew – Thomas wouldn't judge her, for the first time, she felt at peace. Her relationship with him was the biggest joy of her life and she knew that others would be a part of their world, but they would always have each other. That was the way it was meant to be.

"Thomas, are you  still  eating?" Cherie asked as she saw him munching on some Milk Maids cheese and some expensive crackers. He blushed a bit as she caught him.

"You wore me out woman, don't blame me if I'm hungry!" He laughed, swatting her panty-covered bottom as she slithered into tight, brown leather pants. Casual or dressy, she was so beautiful, it made his heart ache. The phone rang again, it was Miles, congratulating them again and saying all the cast wished them well and to have a lovely honeymoon. Some of the women Thomas knew from the company insisted on speaking with him, Cherie put on a mock-jealous face as he teased and flirted. The Lords family came and cleaned up the dishes as they walked out of the Inn, and – oh lord, more Bagpipes? Cherie grimaced as her husband laughed, there was a Scottish piper band playing in the parade as they found their way. Lots of noise and gaiety, children smiling at the clowns and characters, including Underdog, one of Thomas' favorites from his youth. Cherie was holding his arm tight and taking it all in.

A large Drum & Bugle Corps came by, loud and raucous, with what must have been 12 drummers, pounding away with the sound of "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town". Thomas kissed his wife's reddening nose and said "Too bad we stop believing in Santa when we grow up. It's nice to have a Christmas wish and see it under the tree on Christmas morning." 

Cherie nibbled on Thomas' ear and whispered something naughty. He was red too, just not from the cold. She then said "Who says I stopped believing in Santa? I  got  my Christmas wish."

 Dear Readers – thank you  very  much for all the kind words of support for this story over the past few years, it's been much appreciated. I hope you enjoyed the conclusion, but if you would like to see Thomas and Cherie again, who knows – I am always willing to write a sequel or perhaps let you know next year what they're up to? Happy Holidays! – BrettJ