0 comments/ 13658 views/ 1 favorites A Christmas Romance Ch. 01 By: curvy_sweetie It was my first year of university, the year that is supposed to be full of parties, and most of all girls. Let's just say that this isn't the way that it went for the first three months. It wasn't until the Christmas bug hit, which occurred when I had a major paper due. (Figures, eh?) I had been invited to a party, actually two parties, neither of which I was looking forward to attending. I blew one of them off, and decided to fake sick in order to get out of the other one, but something made me change my mind at the last moment. I was studying in the library, surrounded by mountains of books, when a girl passed by. She was in my Stellar Astronomy class, and was absolutely brilliant. Not to mention that she looked amazing in every single color (though she looked most dazzling in blue), her extensive blonde curls, and the most radiant sapphire blue eyes ever born. I had never had much luck with the opposite sex, so I decided to stay clear of her path, and ache for her from a distance. Knowing that she would soon trace my gaze, which was situated intently on her voluptuous chest, I returned to my heap of physics homework. I had just gotten started with a series of tricky equations, when Ms. Sapphire blue joined me at my table. I wondered why she found it necessary to invite herself to get acquainted at my desk piled high with textbooks. But I didn't stick around to ask. It was a cowardly thing to do, but I figured I would end up living a real-life physics experiment, if I stayed sitting across the table from an elegant blonde. (If you get my drift...) So I packed up my stuff, and proceeded to return the borrowed books to their proper location. When I had returned, she was gone. Not that I was overly upset about this concept, but I didn't want her to think that I was giving the cold-shoulder. I picked up my books and continued out the front door. I didn't realize until it hit the ground, that there was a lavender coloured sticky-note hanging off of my Advanced Calculus book. Generally I would notice such things, but I guess I was preoccupied with other things, and overlooked it. I reached down and retrieved it from the slush-covered pavement. The slush had soaked through the thin paper, but the silver ink was still visible. Will I see you at the party, Saturday night? I certainly hope so, because it could certainly make the evening for more enjoyable.... For the both of us Room 648, Girls Dorm 8:00pm Thoughts rapidly rushed through my head. Could this beautiful girl actually be implying that the enjoyable evening, (what ever enjoyable may entail, I'll let my imagination run free later) could be spent in the company, of yours truly? I couldn't imagine anyone that great looking wanting to waste her evening with me, Mr. Physics. I've been labeled as a geek my entire life, and she didn't look like the kind of person to spend her time with a book-nerd. At that moment, I vowed to make it to that party - at all costs, even if it meant missing homework. Even if the note was a hoax, I'm sure that there would be someone to hang around with. (Besides, who can give up free food?) For the next week, I tried to keep my mind focused on my work. If you think it worked, you'd be wrong. If you've ever been a teenage male, you know the thoughts that are rushing through his mind, 90% of the time. I've never had to deal with these thoughts extensively, but for that week, it was pure torture. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd had those feelings for females before, but nothing quite that severe. I paid particular attention to my hair the night of the party, a good part of the time it was either extremely strewn every which way because I hadn't bothered to comb it in the morning, so I decided I would work at enhancing my appearance. Either way, it was going to be perfect tonight, because for once in my life, I impressed someone other then my mother. Just as long as I looked "tidy" and smelled good, because that's what all girls fantasize about (good smelling men). I had to learn the hard way that women wanted good smelling guys, we won't go into the details, but you can trust me that it wasn't a pleasant experience. I arrived a little after 9:00pm, so I wouldn't look too anxious. I was almost shaking my dock-martens, when I knocked on the door. From my limited experience with parties, generally you could hear the party before you saw it, but in this case, it was completely opposite. My palms were sweaty, as a gripped the door handle, and twisted it open. I figured it was normal for partygoers just to open up the door and walk right in. I was greeted by an unexpected surprise, when there was nobody else in the room. The immediate thought that ran through my head was that this really was a hoax, and I actually fell for it. I contemplated exiting the way I came in, but my thoughts were interrupted by a toweled figure shuffling into the living room, and turning on some music. I cleared my throat, which made her stifle a scream, and jump a mile into the air. I turn around and face the wall, because I don't think it's appropriate to stare at the half-naked female standing in front of me. She blushed with embarrassment, and then rushed out of the room. I thought it would have been smart to leave, but I figured it would be more polite to apologize for barging in, and then excuse myself. At this point in time, I was feeling very stupid. I should never of followed the lavender sticky-note, and I most definitely shouldn't have thought that she had an interest in me. I was in the middle of my thoughts when she emerged from the hallway, leading to I assume her bedroom, fully clothed. (I'd never admit it to anyone else, but I was truly disappointed she didn't come back clothed in the towel). "I didn't expect you to come, I always thought of you as a prompt kind of guy. And when you didn't show at 8:30, I figured you missed my note." I was stunned at her voice, it suited her figure perfectly, innocent but mysterious in the same sense. I was still confused though, why had she invited me here if she hadn't intended to have a party? "I'm sure you're confused why I invited you here", she said, as though she read my mind. "But I figured it would be the only way I'd be able to get you alone, without you thinking strange things. "See, I've noticed you like watching me." "Hey, before you think I'm some sort of stalker," I stumbled out before thinking about what I was going to say. "That's not what I was thinking at all. Actually, (a brief pause) I realized that you noticed me, around the same time that I started thinking about you." There was an awkward silence, the kind that only 10 year-olds must endure, and then she continued. "Hey, if you don't feel the same it's totally alright. I mean, I went out on a limb inviting you here. That, and I think I was in some sort of trance the night that I wrote that note. I actually wrote it, before I went to the library, hoping that I'd run into you. By the time that I had actually spotted you, I had forgotten what the note had said. And I apologize for anything that may have been deemed inappropriate, but I was just really hoping to meet you, in a way that you might actually consider. I figure you're the kind of guy, that likes to sit home and read during these big social gatherings, (actually, so do I!) and even if I did manage to get the note to you, I figured that you wouldn't want to go... but maybe you'd consider it because I had invited you. Then I chickened out, because I really did have a party planned for tonight, but it was at the other dorm room, and then.. " "Okay!!" I cut her off, but I couldn't register everything at once. "I get it, you wanted to meet me but didn't know how. Just hold on a second; you're talking a mile-a-minute!" Her face fell at my harsh comments. "Don't get me wrong!" I added quickly. "I have been watching you, there's no hiding that. And I know you're probably nervous, even thinking about my reaction, but I want you to know, it's alright." I half-smiled, and she smiled back. I thought for a moment and carefully planned out my words. I couldn't believe that this girl actually liked me. It truly was amazing. Her hair was pinned up with some sort of fang-dangled clip, and my lust got the best of me. For some reason or another, I found it necessary to reach over to her and pull the clip out, causing her hair to spiral down onto her shoulders. There were no words for what I was feeling at that moment. If there was a heaven, that was it. I felt nervousness float out through the top of my head, for gazing into her eyes gave me strength to move on, (It's rather cheesy, but it's how I felt). I just wanted to scoop her up into my arms and have my way her, right there on the kitchen table. But, I knew it wasn't the proper thing to do, so I controlled my desire. Before I spoke again, she was rising to her feet. Her eyes never left mine, and it was as if she floated across the linoleum floor, to right in front of the spot where I stood. I was significantly taller then she was, and it was a stretch for her to reach her arms around my neck. "Maybe, we should go sit on the sofa", she wondered aloud. By the sound of her voice, I think she knew that I was going to go crazy standing in the threshold of her apartment. Or, it's possible that she pressed against the forming protuberance in my pants. I couldn't believe myself; just her being close was arousing me. I can't imagine what might happen if we were to go and sit on the chesterfield. I think about fleeing, but the yearning in my heart has taken over, and any logical thoughts had been manually deleted by the possibilities of getting lucky. I couldn't believe I was actually thinking like this. Before I knew it the most beautiful girl that I know was leading me over to the sofa. I wasn't sure of the proper terminology, but I think this voluptuous blonde, who actually wanted me the same way I wanted her, was seducing me. "Where have you been all of my life?" I stammered out. She giggled wickedly, pulled me close, and we fell into a heap onto the sofa. Continued in Part 2 A Christmas Romance Ch. 02 Her kisses were like tasting a sweet fruit for the first time, and her body was untouchable. At the time I decided that letting my urges get the best of me, it wouldn't be the best idea, causing my thoughts to be encased with wants for more. I was insistent that I keep my pants on, for once they were off I couldn't be held responsible for my actions, and things could have ended up a slight bit further then intended. Things were slowing down a bit, when there was a knock at the door. I thought it wise to button up my shirt, to prevent unwanted speeches of explanation. Reaching the doorway, she pulled her tee shirt over her head, and took a quick look through the peephole. "It's my roommate" she sighed. "Probably back early from the movie." I glance at my watch, and to my udder astonishment am shocked with the fact that it is quarter past ten. (I guess I hadn't realized that someone could have self-control for that long) "Did I interrupt anything?" the roommate asks. "I certainly hope not!" She does sound genuinely sincere, but it doesn't change the feeling of melancholy that had filled my system. Before I can think of anything to say, my blue-eyed lover chips in her own two-cents. "No, it's alright. We were about to go out anyway, you coming home just sped up the process." Wait a minute; I didn't remember talking about going somewhere. Strike that, I didn't remember talking about anything. She gave me the look, indicating that I should get my coat and shoes on, and rather then make things more uncomfortable then they already were, I went along with it. It wasn't until we were nestled onto the "number two" bus, leading onto Spring Garden Road, that I gained the nerve to establish some sort of conversation. "So, (I paused for a brief second) where are we going?" She didn't say anything for a minute, causing me to think that she hadn't heard me. Just as I was about to repeat myself, she replied. "Well, it's up to you. But my theory is that if we go back to your dorm, your roommate will eventually interrupt us. So I thought, considering neither of us have classes in the morning, and I did in fact promise you a party, we'd go somewhere where we could have a little bit of fun." And for the first time all evening I let my guard down, and said what I was thinking. "Personally, I thought we were having fun where we were. But if there is such a thing as having even more fun, I'm all ears." She laughed out loud, then looked me straight in the eye and said; "You have no idea what fun is, until you've been out with me." Then as quick as we got on the bus, the pull-cord was yanked, and we were jumping off of the bus. At the time, I didn't realize if she was implying sexual intentions, or quite literally going clubbing, but it didn't really matter to me. I was actually going out into public with someone who wanted to be with me, something that hadn't occurred in quite some time. Dressed in her black, double-breasted, wool coat, with a bright red and white striped scarf, decked out with casual jeans, and three-inch heels, the two of us (both finely dressed, might I add) strolled down Spring Garden Road, hand-in-hand. There was a light sprinkle of snow, adding to the snow that was already on the ground, but not enough to dim our spirits. She led me through the double doors of Park Lane, where we continued to stroll into an area of the mall where I was unfamiliar. "Where are we?" But my question was retorted by the neatly painted lettering plastered on the door we were about to enter. Underneath was a handwritten warning: TO ROOF Enter at your own Risk I remember thinking about how I might not have stumbled up these stairs on my own, if I hadn't of been pulled by a gorgeous woman. Anything with "Enter at your own Risk" is surely a possibility of danger lurking about. We trudged up about thirty or forty stairs, before coming to another door. She pushed it open, and I'll never forget the sight I saw. In comparison to the mental images I had while trekking the stairs, this rooftop was exquisite. The soft coo of Nat King Cole was playing from the streets below, and without even thinking I inched one hand around her waist, and the other into her hand, coaxing her into a spin, causing us to be dancing on the rooftop. (If you can picture an old fashioned movie with the couple waltzing, to The Christmas Song, with a light sprinkle of snow in the air that was us). Too bad I hadn't of thought of hot coffee, and then it would have been picturesque. Our eyes were locked for a good minute or two, when she leaned in for a gentle kiss. I didn't want to ruin the moment so I kissed her passionately, but not with too much fervor that it would change the mood. If somebody had of watched us during this moment, they would have assumed that we had been together for years, not the couple hours that they truly had been. That's the way that I wanted to keep it. We broke apart slowly, but in a gentle sort of way. Her eyes were glistening in the moonlight, and it wasn't until a livelier tune started up from the streets below that she said anything. "I bet you never guessed that you and I would be standing on the rooftop of a shopping mall, dancing to Christmas tunes. Now did ya?" "Well my dear, I've given up trying to guess what you'll do next." "Good! Because I'm very spontaneous when I want to be. (A quick pause) Anyway, I want you to know that I'm glad you found my message, and you decided to go out on a limb and travel to my place tonight." I clutched the lavender sticky note that lye crumpled in my pocket, envisioning the flow of the words, in metallic ink. I smiled at her, and leaned in for another quick kiss. The air was getting chilly, and the snow was turning into a constant fall, so I figured it would be beneficial if we headed somewhere that was sheltered. And I had the perfect idea. I led her back down the stairs into the mall, back down the hallway and onto the street. This is going to be great.... Continued in Part 3 A Christmas Romance Ch. 03 I had a favor that I would soon redeem, from one of my pals from high school. He owned a classy nightclub a few blocks away, and I was certain that even at this late hour, the place would still be open. I wasn't sure how it would look, the two of us arriving at his doorstep, around closing time. But this favor was a big one, and I figured it would be enough to make things happen the way I wanted them to. We trudged through the now 4-inch snow, which littered the ground. It seemed that the further we went, the harder it snowed, and I was just glad when we arrived at the neon glowing sign, of The Yellow Umbrella. A curious look appeared on her face, which caused me some discomfort. I wasn't sure if she was curious because she was wondering why we were there, or because she didn't want to be there. A billion thoughts were rushing through my head when she piped up. "Little late to be going to the umbrella, don't you think? I think they closed an hour ago..." "Hey, no worries," I said without a doubt. "I know the owner, and with the snow coming down like it is, there's a good chance that we won't have to worry about getting back to campus." Her hands were around my neck, and her body was crushing mine in no time. We were making out, our bodies pushed up against the brick of the building, bodies melding as one, when he came out of the front door. "Hey! What are you punks doing out here!? I'm running a business here, not a..." "Sorry pal, we sort of got caught up in the moment," she pleaded. It took him a moment to realize who I was, but when he did an intense smile of recognition came across his face. "Hey!! Sorry buddy, I didn't realize it was you. No offense intended, I thought you were a couple of teenage hooligans, trying to get into the club." I smiled. "It's okay. I was feeling like a teenage hooligan." Without skipping a beat, because I could tell I was holding him up, and driving in this weather wouldn't be very easy. "Question for you pal... Remember that favor you owe me?" This time it was he who had the wide grin across his face. "So, you're cashing in!" He laughed. "Say no more, what'll it be? VIP passes to the club? A night at the Sheraton? You name it, you've got it." "Actually, I was hoping we could go upstairs. It's getting kind of snowy, and it's too far to walk back to the campus, without catching pneumonia." Of course this was an overstatement, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to over exaggerate the situation. "Done!" With that he tossed me the keys, and went on his way to find his snow-covered car. He stopped about ten feet away and added as he glanced over his shoulder, "Play nice, I'll be in around two." I looked at the jangle of keys, deciphering from the massive amount which key opened the main door. I was worried about a possible security alarm, but discovered that this massive establishment didn't have one. Remembering that he had once told me that he thought that security systems were a waste of time and that he'd hire security guards, my concerns were hushed. "I think I should call my roommate, and tell her that I'm going to be out for the night," she whispered, as though invisible creatures would immerge from behind the desolate bar scene. Without warning she tucked her hand inside mine, and said in a husky voice, "Hurry upstairs, I think we're going be attacked by the bar monster." I could hear the lust in her voice, and shot up the stairs two at a time, arriving at the penthouse situated above the normally bustling club scene. My hands were clammy with the thoughts of what might occur in the next couple of hours, and it took me a couple of seconds for me to get the keys situated, which of course only intensified the longing within the animal contained by my trousers. The room was perfect. It was very similar to that of a presidential suite, and I knew from parties of the past (that I had heard of) that my buddy had used this small apartment for some crazy gatherings. It was recently cleaned, and there was a brief scent of lavender in the air. "Hurry," she said sexily, breaking the silence. "I think they followed us". That was it, I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed her by waist, and pulled her into a deep kiss. I could tell by her soft moans that she wanted it as much as I did. Her hands were swift as she undid my overcoat, and began clawing at my shirt. I pulled it off, buttons flying every which way, as her fingers began tracing the lines in my abdomen. Her soft breasts were aching to be touched, and I'm sure the lust within her wasn't been fed while still wrapped up in her coat and scarf. I broke the kiss and painstakingly removed her scarf, while her twinkling eyes never left mine, as the lust inside of them was pure. I knew that she had never done anything like this before, and I knew that it was the going to be the last night that I held the title virgin. Her coat was on the floor behind her, her boots thrown carelessly aside, and she looked up at me with her glittering eyes, just begging to be touched in a way that only I could do. I took a step back, coaxing her to follow me, and then we sat on the bed, that was centered in the main room. I took a long and deep breath, and soaked in the heavenly fragrance of her perfume, shifting my gaze from her eyes, to her neck. My lips and tongue brought goose bumps to her skin, faster then I could have ever imagined. My hands slid across her body, and slowly pushed her shirt up over her lacey bra, exposing her hardened nipples beneath their constricting black brassiere. She helped me remove her top, and I began to caress each breast as though it was a treasure that needed to be protected. I enticed her to lie down on the bed, so I could have better access to her torso. But, before she did so, she removed her bra, revealing two masterfully sculpted breasts. My hot lips kissed her neck and chest, and slowly moved towards nipples, releasing a quiet moan of pleasure from her slightly parted lips. I felt her fingers running down my spine, as I drew circles around her hardened nipples. I drew them sensuously into my mouth, as her legs began to shake in anticipation. I continue to kiss my way down to her belly button, with my hands caressing her body, until I reach the soft folds of her thighs. She arched her back wanting me to continue, but not wanting things to end quickly, I turn her over onto her back for something different. I gently massaged her neck and shoulders, and with every stroke of my hands I left a kiss. Once I had covered all of her neck and shoulders, I covered her back completely, and then continued on to a very sensuous foot massage. She begged me to kiss her, as I worked out the tension in her slender calves and ankles. It was pure agony for me, touching such a beautiful girl and not tending to my own release, but I knew my turn would come soon enough. Suddenly she rolled over, and a look of longing was in her eyes. My hand brushed across her lacey panties, when I felt the wetness of them touch my fingers. Another moan escapes her lips, this one a little bit louder. I sensed that this was very good moment for me to tease her a bit more. I pressed my fingers into the wetness of her panties, casually pushing against her hardened little bud. As she wriggled out of her panties, I started to caress and kiss her inner thighs; my hot breath grew more rapid, as she pushed my head closer to her heat. I playfully pushed her hands away, and my tongue traced around the outside of her lips, my searing tongue driving her crazy. I flicked the little ball with my tongue, and felt her wretch beneath me. By that point the throbbing in my pants had become so intense that I saw stars. I lapped at her button until I felt her climax explode deep inside of her, and her body shake in rapture. I continued to lick, while her moans kept getting louder and louder, my tongue dancing on its surface. She cried out, like I never expected, then, like a deprived being, she pulled me onto the bed and started kissing me like she never had. She pushed me over onto my back, and ravaged at my belt buckle. I grabbed her hands suddenly, her gaze met mine. "Let's take it slow, I hear that the longer you hold it the better it feels", I laugh. She giggled, and then said; "If that's what you want. I've got my fix, but I'm always ready for more." I was at a complete high as I jumped off of the bed, and went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. I pulled out a small crate of strawberries, and an unopened can of whipped cream; I had the feeling that someone else had the same idea that I was concocting. This was going to be a night to remember...