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Yet another one day story. This was done and edited in 9 hours, 45 minutes, including bathroom/snack/phone/whatever breaks. 10,552 words is a pretty good job, in my opinion. Another in my 'Bang' series, so enjoy. This story contains futa/male/female (Although no futa penetrating male) and oral Bang in the Yulelog Somewhere people were wrapping gifts, putting the finishing touches on the tree, cooking Christmas dinner, and all of the other cliché Christmas activities. Paul hated it. He liked the holiday, liked the mood, but he hated how everything had become a chore. It was kind of surprising how it all came up on you all of a sudden, that it wasn't being nice, or friendly, or happy, but just another thing you had to deal with, like taxes. He had drained his savings of more than he could afford, to get gifts for his family and friends, and most importantly, his girl Jennifer. He sighed, leaning back in his recliner. 'Time to watch a game' he thought with a grin, flicking the television on. Notre Dame playing in another meaning bowl game, this time at least in Honolulu, which should be nicer than Indiana. Paul snorted 'I wish I could enjoy eighty degree weather.' The snow that had piled up outside during the last few storms had turned into a pile of wet slush, made all the worse by the freezing rain. He didn't want to go out, but loathed the traffic tomorrow when he would have to visit Jen's parents. He checked the clock, Jen was supposed to be here by now. He shrugged it off and grabbed a Guinness from the fridge, looking at the gift bags. This year he decided to be 'smart' and just put everything in a bag. It wasn't like he had kids, where for them half of the fun was opening the gifts. Even the nicest tape job in the world didn't matter, it was forgotten as soon as the wrap was opened, and the present revealed. And boy had he gotten a present this year. He went big time, and he couldn't hide his smirk. Not just big time, but all the way super mega gigantic time. An eighteen-karat gold ring with a huge diamond in the middle, surrounded by blue sapphires, Jen's birthstone. He knew that it was the time, he had been delaying it for far too long now. He slipped it back into his pocket. He knew that Jen had already pawed through his bags so far. She was the type to do that, always snooping around to find out whatever he was trying to hide. It hadn't mattered really. They were small gifts, clothes, and that kind everyday of thing. But she hadn't found this out, he knew that much. He had left it out at work, and hadn't told a soul, not even his best buddy Randy. On top of it all, he had waited to buy it until after the first of the month, so his bill wouldn't come in the mail for another week, even if she 'accidentally' went through that. 'Check, and mate' he grinned, finally opening that beer. He wished that he had the Chinese food to go along with it. Jen had volunteered to go out and get the food, once she called it in. Apparently the Chinese deliveryman's car was dead, and he couldn't deliver. Paul wondered to himself, knowing this all sounded like one of Jen's schemes. As soon as he heard, he suggested other Chinese restaurants, or even getting something else. They didn't have to go out, they could have just as easily cooked something in the oven. But she had insisted on going out. That's what had seemed so fishy. 'And now she's taking too long' he frowned suspiciously. There wasn't anything that he could do about it, he had to just go with it. 'Maybe she has a surprise for me too?' he wondered. He hadn't asked for too much, in retrospective. An X-Box, some new stuff for work, a few games, honestly he was happy with what he had. Sure he always loved his technical toys, but there wasn't a burning desire in his heart for some perfect gift out there. Just a few days off, and a night in with his girl was enough. Popping the question was going to be enough entertainment for him, and he was sure that it would buy him some fun time. He went back to the television. Notre Dame was losing already. He had grown up loving them since he saw Rudy, but they were always a disappointment to watch outside of a theater. Well nothing worked better to grow one's thirst than an abysmal performance by their team. He yawned and leaned back in the lazy boy, sighing contently. If he were smart he would have brought his cooler out, but he didn't want to get drunk, despite the case of beer he had bought himself as an early Christmas present. He didn't plan on drinking it all tonight, but he liked to have a beer or two with dinner, and the pro football games during the day. If he had wanted to get drunk, he wouldn't have wasted his money on good beer, he would have just chugged something lousy like Budweiser. Or cracked open one of Jen's wine bottles, for someone who professed to not like wine she certainly had a lot of it. He nearly jumped in his chair at the sound of a loud thud. He closed the recliner to see what it was, to find out what in the world had created such a sound. He looked out the window, and became concerned. Jen's car was parked, but she wasn't in their apartment. It was like a twenty second walk up the stairs. He grabbed his keys and his cell, crammed his feet into his shoes, and ran out the front door as quickly as he could. He nearly ran into Jen's best friend Amy as he barreled down the stairs. "Hi," he said, a bit sheepishly. "Well hello there," Amy said with a smile. "Since you're here, and it's your gift, do you mind helping us lug it up?" "Huh?" Paul asked, moving his head to the side to look at it. "I'm sure a big strong man like you can help us weak little womenfolk carry this thing," Amy said, her voice filled with the false weakness and femininity that women had always used to get men to do something that they don't want to, such as technical work, heavy lifting, or taking care of mice or bugs. "Oh, uh," Paul's eyes grew wide as he looked at it. It was a high definition TV! He grabbed it from Amy's hands, hearing Jen's laughter downstairs. He had been wrong, there was something that he could have gotten that would have made him feel like a kid again. He grinned from ear to ear as they carted it up to the top step, and angled it in the tight doorway. "Thanks for the hand, manly man," Amy said, leaning up on her toes to reach the taller Paul, kissing him on the cheek. He blushed a bit, sure that she had kissed him to make him feel bashful, considering their past. "So, I guess you can tell that I bought you a book for Christmas then, huh?" Jen grinned. "Just, how in the hell did you afford this?" Paul asked, looking at it. It wasn't just a high definition TV. It was a forty-two inch high definition plasma television with full 1080i. He could only have salivated more over this if Jen had given it to him naked. "My job has them, and I used my supervisor's discount on it, twenty percent off," Amy put in, taking her winter hat off her head and brushing back the blond locks. "Wow, thanks, I," Paul was already thinking about how to set everything up. "And of course, you can't buy a toy without the accessories," Jen said, holding out a bag with a wall mount and full of HDMI cables and every other manner of cables she didn't understand, and everything else that they should have to make it work perfectly. "So on top of it you get to play around with your toolset that your dad bought you." "Wow," he said, blinking. "I think he likes it," Amy said, loving his reaction. Unlike Paul she was one of the cherry and happy Christmas people, and she loved seeing people be happy and merry at this time of the year. "Just, help me move this," Paul said, going to the living room. Between the three of them they were able to move the old television and the stand, along with the couch and recliner to the side of the room, just to the side of the plastic tree. "Here ya go, hope you don't mind," Amy said, handing Paul a beer while she drank one of his. "No, no, help yourself," he said, drinking it with glee. Everything seemed so perfectly awesome, like a true Christmas tale. All he needed was Santa, Frosty, Rudolph, and some annoying holiday music. Thankfully, or unthankfully, Amy was willing to supply it. She changed his stereo to Christmas music, and Paul was subjected to 'Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer', 'Santa Clause is Comin to Town', 'Rocking Around the Christmas Tree', 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas', and that god awful 'Little Drummer Boy' with David Bowie and Bing Crosby. Jen smiled at his sour puss and turned the radio on a little louder. He just rolled his eyes and continued looking at the instructions. It was all easy enough, and with the toolset and power drill, wasn't going to be any kind of problem. He went to his closet and grabbed the tools, and returned to the room. Before he could even lay down a plan, Jen was there with another beer. He thanked her kindly as he read the instructions, and everything was pretty simple. The commercials always made it look damned near impossible, so that you would have to pay their 'experts' extra money to take care of installing it for you. 'Then again, half of the guys out there don't know how to find a stud.' He grinned to himself. "Here ya go," Amy said, handing him another beer. Paul finished the last third of his drink quickly, and took the new, cold brew in his hand. They had even been cycling the next beer in the freezer for him, just like he would do if he were…getting…drunk… "If I didn't know any better, I would think that you two girls are trying to get me drunk," Paul said, taking another swig. "Who said you knew any better?" Amy asked, kicking her long leg, concealed by her skintight pants. For such a short girl, she had legs that went on forever. Paul of all people would know. Less than a year ago, Jen had an affair with Amy. He had heard secondhand, that the two of them had gotten drunk, and when Amy got a little sloppy celebrating the New Years countdown, Jen had become covered in wine. Apparently, during the changing, Jen's unique nature had been revealed. How that had resulted in sex, he didn't know. At the time, Paul had been stuck with his friend Randy in a storm after they had gone skiing. He had suspected that something had gone on for the longest time, but didn't want to throw off the relationship by asking. A good part of it was that he didn't want to know. He cared for Jen, a lot, he even loved her. He didn't want to imagine her with someone else, imagine someone else taking the person whom he loved. That possibility was always underlying in their relationship. He had stolen her from a woman, and that woman had cared for Jen greatly. Jen was an admitted bisexual, and while Paul did his very best to satisfy her every need, he knew that he was simply one person, and that he would never be able to satisfy her lust for other women. When he had found out, it hurt. It hurt a lot. Last Fourth of July, he had managed to get Amy to expose it, once daiquiris and all other manner of liquor had plied her lips. He was devastated at the time, if not completely surprised. What happened next, had surprised him more than he could have explained. Their argument, not truly an argument, but a discussion really, had led to the three of them having a three-way. That was unplanned, to say the least. He loved Jen, but he knew that there was one inherent thing that he lacked, and would always lack. Jen was not a 'normal' girl. She was born intersexxed, a hermaphrodite of sorts. Unlike some herms, she had a fully functioning set of female reproductive organs. She was healthy as well, in fact she never seemed to get sick, unlike most herms. A lot of hermaphrodites became ill easily, as their body was in flux, both male and female hormones fighting each other, even sometimes after surgery. There were testes pumping testosterone where there should be ovaries, and vice versa. Either through internal testicles or external ovaries, or a combination of both, many herms became ill easily. Jen however, wasn't that kind of herm. She was a modern medical marvel; the only part of her body that was discernibly different from any given woman was her clitoris. It wasn't just a long piece of skin that could get erect. It operated just like a fully functioning penis, growing when aroused or otherwise stimulated, and even capable of ejaculating female fluids. She couldn't create semen, lacking testicles, but she could shoot a healthy dose of some fluid out. Paul didn't know what it was, but it was sweet to the tongue. That was what he lacked, and always would lack, a vagina. He was different than some guys. He was willing to make the kinds of amends that many would not. He was willing to be taken anally, he wasn't afraid of it being considered gay. He was willing to suck on her elongated clit-dick, again not concerned about what others considered. It wasn't like a shemale to him, Jen was a girl, and it was a clit. She had a pussy just under the clit, and he knew it inside and out. But letting her on top, he knew that he would never be able to really provide that kind of vaginal intercourse that a woman could. Of course, that's why he had always been so wary of Amy. Not just that she was a woman, but she was a woman that Jen had already cheated on him with. He had talked to her, and Jen had promised to not make love to her, or any woman, without his permission. She hadn't given him that option with any men or women, he hated noted, but didn't care. He was a one-girl kind of guy, even if Amy was cute. And had a hot body. And was hitting on him. And his girlfriend would probably go for it. And his girlfriend would probably encourage him, and join in. He shook his head and found the stud in the wall, and etched a quick outline on the wall with a pencil. He examined the mount and knew there would be plenty of room. Before he could even put the stud in the wall, Jen came by with yet another beer. "Damn woman, three hundred and sixty four you don't want me having too many, now you're practically pouring it down my throat," Paul said, taking it in hand. "Sounds like you should stop complaining for that one day, doesn't it?" Jen smiled sweetly, kissing him on the lips. "MMM, what's that for beautiful," he asked, hugging her closely. "Mistletoe," she said. Paul looked upward, expecting to see some green piece sitting up there. "I don't see any," he said, not really concerned. Jen looked upward to where she had put it, wondering where it went. "I think I have it," Amy said, picking it up off of her leather boot, with the furry trim. She picked it up and held it over her head. "Any takers?" "Oh what the hell," Jen said, carrying Paul over. She stood on one side of him, waiting impatiently for Paul to stand on the other side. They both leaned down and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Not too bad," Amy laughed, handing the green shrub to Jen. "Now get back to work, I want to see me some HD!" "Yeah, you should have set it up by now," Jen chimed in. "Oh yeah, we have to get the high def box from the cable company, or else it won't…mean…anything," Paul said, watching his girlfriend jump on a chair and grab a box on the top shelf. "You mean this?" she asked slyly, handing him a UPS box. "Yeah," he looked at the box, with a bright yellow sticker pronouncing 'Enjoy your new high definition service package!' "So let's get going," Jen said, shooing him into the living room with her hands. "Hey I'd have it done if you two weren't getting me drunk," Paul protested weakly. "If you were drinking it faster you wouldn't have to worry. I thought you'd want to keep up," Jen said, waving towards a twelve-pack box of wine coolers, filled with ten empty bottles. "I'm guessing that we're going to have another sleep over then," Paul said, rolling his tongue along his teeth. "Nah, I'll just call a cab," Amy said, much to Paul's relief. "I drove her here anyway, that was the plan from the get go. But since she saved me like four hundred bucks on this TV, she deserves to actually get to see it. Now go!" Jen said, smacking him on the ass with both hands. "All right already, sheesh, just gimme a minute," Paul grinned, barely protesting. It wasn't too hard to finish the job really, four screws into the wall, and the mount was up. Connect the bracket to the television, and just attach the little plastic thing, and it was done. Paul sighed contently; the thing was gorgeous up there. It looked beautiful, but this wasn't just an ornament. He tore through the box that the cable company had sent them, and took out the box. HD receiver with HD DVR, god it was perfect. He tapped the ring in his pocket, knowing that he had still outdone her. But he was still going to be enjoying his gift to the fullest. Three more beers and thirty minutes later, and he had set up the cable and high def receiver. He sighed again, knowing that he was close. But he had that surround sound, or as he put it, the round sound, to set up. It wasn't long to change that, and with the subwoofer and the high definition, he was practically drooling at the chance to put something on. "Are you done yet?" Amy asked, impatiently, holding out another icy cold Guinness, as though it would somehow help. "Yes, actually," Paul said, reaching for the beer. "Alright! Just in time for White Christmas!" she jumped in glee. "Ohhhhh," Paul groaned. "Oh take it easy big boy," Jen smiled, tapping him in the chest. "You'll get a chance to play with your toy all by yourself." "I, I just," he said, a little frustrated as he watched Amy return with the DVD. "Hey, it's not even Christmas, don't forget. You'll get to play with your toy, be nice," she said softly, kissing him. "Besides, I promised that she could watch it." "Aww, but it's not even in high definition. It'd be the same watching it on the TV," Paul said, motioning out towards the old TV. The old box had been one of his best friends since forever, but now the old soldier was laid down to rest, as useless as his VCR or cassette player. "Don't be a sourpuss. Besides you have to set up your PS3, that'll take a while. Grab another beer and before you know it it'll be done with," She said with a wink. "Ok, ok," he said, kissing her once again. "Sorry, but…" "Don't worry about it. I used to sneak down early every Christmas morning when my parents had brought everything downstairs, and try to tear back the wrap on each of the boxes, to find out what I had, then try to fold it back or turn it around, so it didn't too obvious. That stopped one Christmas when my old dog walked in and brushed up against my leg, I screamed loud enough to wake my parents, who were wondering just what I was doing under the tree to begin with…" Jen said, rolling her eyes. "Oh, lord," Amy said, giggling as she handed the DVD to Paul. Paul went over to the DVD player and put it in, watching his beloved new HD TV load up a fifty-six-year-old musical. "Well at least help me move everything," Paul said, clicking play on the menu. "Seems fair," Jen said. Before the first musical number they moved everything back into place, with the exception of the TV that sat in the corner for now. "Shh, I love the part where Bing Crosby saves Danny Kaye," Amy said, watching like a kid. Paul just shook his head and walked to the kitchen to grab another round of drinks. 'When in Rome' he thought, knowing that he was forgetting something. He put a bag of popcorn in the microwave to nuke while he thought it out. Two and a half minutes hadn't granted him any more insight, and he poured the hot buttery movie snack into a bowl and put it on the sofa between the two girls as they watched their movie. He snuck back into the kitchen and looked over the ring again. He hadn't planned on Amy being here, and he honestly didn't feel comfortable around her. Amy had made it clear that she had enjoyed their threesome, and that she still had some kinds of lingering feelings for the two of them. They hadn't had another ménage a trois since. But nevertheless, she kept being clingy. Small things, touches, kisses, hugs, things that she didn't need to do but still did nevertheless. He liked Amy, he did. She was a nice girl, and hadn't given him a real reason to be uncomfortable. It was more his own insecurities, and he knew that. But he couldn't change how he felt either, no more than he could change Amy's attraction or Jen's sexual indiscriminant sexual preference. Most guys wish that they were in his position, but he wasn't most guys. It wasn't that he didn't like the threesome, quite the opposite. He had loved it, really. He had never experienced something like that, and it was, in a word, exhilarating. It was the stuff of men's shower rooms, Penthouse Forum, or at least some bad smut story, the kind of which you'd find online. But he was happy with Jen, he truly was. She was the only girl that he was going to need, the only person that he was going to want to be with. It wasn't just the sex, although their sex was fulfilling, both literally and figuratively. But it was the small things, the way that she was willing to get up and make breakfast for him, the cute way that looked at him when she wanted something, the way that her nostrils flared when she didn't get her way, everything about her seemed to be perfect to him. Which lead to his question, as he took out and looked at the diamond ring. Did she feel the same way? Did she care about him the same unwavering way? Or was she just sated for now, in a good enough of a relationship. Was he enough, would anyone ever be enough for Jen? He sighed, resting his head back. No matter when he popped the question, he knew that there was always the chance that he would get the answer he didn't want. The heart stopping, gut wrenching, soul crushing, ego stomping 'no'. How could he even go on after that? Can you be in a relationship with someone who doesn't want to be with you forever? What would be the point? Or would this just be the next transition, and Jen gets to go out to the next girl, or guy? "Hey Paul what're you…oh…my…god," Amy said, her mouth dropping wide. She walked up to Paul, who hurriedly tried to hide it, but it was too late. She whispered to him "Is that a fucking engagement ring?" "Shhh," Paul said defensively. "Yeah, where is Jen?" he asked, looking for her. "She went to the bathroom," Amy said, try to get a better look at the ring, obscured by his hand. "Don't tell her a goddamned word," he said, ruder than he meant to. He stuffed the ring back in his pocket. "I promise won't say a thing," Amy shook her head, like she was swearing on her own life. "Are you gonna…pop the question? Tonight I mean?" "No, I," he looked over her shoulder, hushing his voice. "I was going to give it to her tomorrow night, sort of a 'Oh hey did you get everything you want?' kind of thing, then BAM!" "Oh, wow," she said, glancing towards the living room. "Look, you didn't see this, you don't' know about this, you never even thought this. Go back and watch Bing Crosby sing and dance and whatever, and drink some more, and I swear if you ruin this for me I'll…I don't know what I'll do, but it won't be nice," he threatened emptily. He really didn't have anything. "I wouldn't dream of that," she whispered. She wouldn't do it, not because it would upset Paul, but because Jennifer would never forgive her if she ruined her marriage proposal. "Here," Paul said, grabbing a couple of drinks. "Just, go relax and enjoy yourself. Don't go back looking like you saw a ghost. It's Christmas, right?" "Yeah," Amy said, taking a drink. "You're a sweetie, you know? You'll make a great husband." "Thanks," Paul said, smiling. "Sure you don't want to get in the holiday mood?" Amy asked sweetly. "So what are you two up to out here?" Jen questioned, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. "Nothing," Amy said, grinning from ear to ear. "We were waiting for you to get out of the can. Should have known it'd take forever. Is your movie almost done?" he asked, quickly trying to avoid the issue. "Yeah, they just have to do the show and call up all the army guys and do the musical number and the snow stuff," Jen narrowed her eyes, knowing that they were hiding something. "Then go watch it, I wanna play with my gift," Paul moaned like a child. "Alright, alright," Amy said, rolling her eyes. "Let the baby have his bottle, come on. I still can't understand why he doesn't like Christmas." "He likes Christmas, just not the baggage," Jen replied, leading Amy back to the couch. They resumed the movie, although neither girl was paying it much attention. Paul walked into the living room, his hands in the air. He had figured out what was missing. "Where's the food?" he asked. "Oh shit, I totally forgot," Jen smacked her own face. "Fuck," Paul mumbled. "Just call the place up," Amy said nonchalantly. "It's not that easy. They stop delivering after eight, and it's already quarter of nine." Jen pointed at the clock. "So what are we gonna do?" Amy said, looking at her bottle. She neglected to say that she needed to eat something now she had quite a few drinks in her. Paul sighed. "I guess I can go get some food, the Italian place around the corner is open for another hour and a quarter." "No, you don't have to do that. They don't deliver and it's shitty outside, and already dark. We can just cook what we have," Jen said, knowing that their fridge wasn't well stocked. Their plan had been to order out. "Ah, don't worry, I feel like something real, and it's like a five minute walk there and back. Call in the order, it'll be done by the time I get there," Paul said, finishing his drink. "Ok, you want the usual?" she asked, knowing her boyfriend's usual order. Cheeseburger grinder with bacon, tomato, and lettuce, and light mayo, lightly toasted. "Yeah," Paul nodded. "You want to split a pizza?" Jen asked. "Oooooh, how about a large Grecian pizza?" Amy's eyes lit up at that. "Sure, sounds good," Jen said, taking her cell phone and dialing up the pizza place. It only took her a minute to make the order, and five minutes later Paul emerged, wearing his full winter gear, coat and boots, no gloves or scarf because he's 'not a woman'. "Here," Amy said, reaching into her purse to grab her wallet. "Don't worry about it," Paul shook his hand. "Sure you want to go it alone?" Jen asked. "Yeah, you just finish your movie, because then it's time for me to have fun," he nodded, leaning over to kiss her. "Alright," Jen shrugged, squeezing his hand. She watched him leave the apartment, and heard his footsteps traveling down the stairs. "So, what were you two really talking about?" Jen asked, making sure that Paul wasn't in earshot. "Huh? Oh, nothing," Amy said, taking another drink. "Come on, don't lie to me," Jen looked at her friend unappreciatively. "Oh, ok, fine. We just, y'know, talked about your gift, that's it," Amy said. "What did he get me?!?" Jennifer leaned over and looked right into Amy's eyes. "Whoa no, I'm not telling you, he'd kill me," she shook her head. "Oh come on, he'll never find out," Jen said, trying to get her friend into it. "Nope, nuh uh, not gonna do it," Amy finished her drink and grabbed another. "Oh fine, be that way," Jen said, trying to come up with a scheme in her head to weasel the info from her blond friend. "You know I was kinda thinking you two, were, well you know, getting cozy." She winked. "I, I don't know Jen, I don't get that vibe from," Amy said. She wasn't ignorant, she knew that there was a reason she hadn't been with the two of them since. "Yeah I know what you mean. He's kind of strange about that, most guys would be begging to be in threesomes from here til kingdom come," Jen nodded. "I don't know, maybe he's just not into me?" Amy shrugged, cracking open another bottle. "No, that's not it. He's threatened by you, we talked about this before. He's worried that you might interfere with our relationship. It's not like I want you to move in, or come over every weekend. But every once and a while, well, it'd be nice to change things up a bit," Jen smiled, touching Amy's thigh for a moment. "Sometime like Christmas?" Amy chuckled, looking her friend over. Part of her wondered if her pants were just like that, or if there was a bulge in there. "Sometime like that, yeah. I mean I just wish he could loosen up a little bit. It's not like we have kids, or we're married or something. Just let me indulge every now and again, you know?" Jen asked. "I don't know, we all are the way we are," Amy said, licking up the wine cooler that had escaped her lips. She realized how sensual of an action it must have seemed. "Yeah, I know, I know," Jen leaned back and tipped her own bottle. "But what would you do, y'know, if you two were married?" Amy asked, trying to sound as hypothetical as she could. "I don't think that Paul's the marrying type," Jen scoffed. "Really?" Amy asked, sincerely interested. "Yeah, I mean I love the lug, I do. From the way he tries to be macho to the way that he plays those goddamned video games like a twelve year old. But I just don't get the feeling that he's willing to settle down, not really. I think he has, I don't know, a fear of commitment or something," Jen said, a little hesitantly. "But what if you were married?" Amy insisted. "What do you mean?" Jen asked. "Well if you were married, could you, y'know, be with him?" Amy asked. "Geez, that's kinda personal," Jen said, in mock modesty. "Well, I didn't mean to make it sound like I was prying. But I was just interested, since you're bi," Amy was interested, but not because she was bi. "I think, honestly, if we were married, yeah, I could be with him for the rest of my life, and be happy with that. He's a good guy, he is. He doesn't go out chasing tail like most of my boyfriends, or girlfriends used to. He doesn't drink too much or yell that much, and he's willing to put up with me most of the time. I love the lug, but I bet that I'd have to be the one to get the ring and propose to him," Jen grinned. "Oh my god that would be perfect," Amy faked laughter. "Yeah…anyway, I was getting around to thinking, you know, if you wanted to get cozy," Jen said, slinking around in her chair. "Oh?" Amy asked slyly as she drank more. She wanted to loosen up more than a little bit, she knew that much from memory. "Yeah, I was thinking about something…" Jen said with a smile. * Paul was tired and out of breath. What should have been a short five-minute trip to the local pizza and sub shop took damned near forever, it seemed. It didn't help that he was working on a pint of whiskey on his way there, to keep him warm. The problem was the rain had left everything wet, and when it cooled down everything was covered in ice. His boots didn't do all that much to help him out with that, and nobody was salting the road on Christmas Eve. "Paul, pizza and a grinder," he said to the cashier. "Here you go, you're the last customer tonight," he said, hanging his apron up on the hook. "Oh, ok," Paul said, handing him a twenty. "Okay, it cost…eighteen sixty, so you're change is," the cashier fumbled through the register. "Don't worry about it. You know what," he said, reaching into his wallet for another five. "Merry Christmas." "Thank you sir. Did you walk in here?" he asked, looking for a car in the lot. "Yeah, had one to many and I'm not the type to dive behind a wheel," he nodded. "Oh, well hey, don't you live up the street?" the cashier had seen him, and his girlfriend more than a couple of times. In fact he kind of had a thing for her, but well girls like that never seem to be available to him… "Yeah," he said, grabbing the food. "Ah what the hell, it's Christmas Eve. I'll give you a ride. Just let me lock up first," he said. "Oh, wow, that'd be awesome, thanks," Paul said appreciatively. He managed to finish the rest of the whiskey before the man had closed everything up, not that it took long. The place was dead and in less than ten minutes they were out on the road. In a car the trip took next to no time, and he was almost at home in two more minutes. "Just having a good time tonight?" the cahier asked, smelling the alcohol on him. "Yeah, just a night with my girl, and her friend," Paul answered. "Just glad to get the whole thing done with. "Sounds nice. You should loosen up a bit, and enjoy the holiday. What's the point in something if you can't enjoy it, right?" he asked, driving up to the house number. "Yeah, maybe you're right," Paul nodded. "I don't know that any of us are right, but Carpe Diem, right? Seize the day, enjoy everything you can because we only have so much time spinning on this rock," he added in, suddenly sounding wise. "Yeah. Well thanks," Paul said, thinking about what he had said. He tried to offer the man more money, but he waved him off. "Merry Christmas man," he said with a smile. Paul waved to him, and then trod up the stairs, looking forward to another drink and some warmth. 'I should loosen up, it is a holiday.' "There you are, we were getting worried," Jen said, walking over to him. He leaned over to give her a kiss, but she simply grabbed the food and went back to the couch. 'Ouch' he thought. "Thanks SO much," Amy said, eyeing the pizza like a starving wolf. She didn't take too long to munch down on a slice, still warm. "Yeah, no problem," he said, taking his coat off and hanging it up. He stretched himself out, he was starting to feel a little beat. He was willing to wager that a Guinness or two would change that. "Not hungry?" Jen asked. "No, not really, I ate before you two showed up. Besides, it's a party, right?" he asked with a carefree smile. "Hells yeah!" Amy said, finishing her first slice and moving onto the next. "What the hell," Jen said, enjoying the smile on Paul's face. She hadn't seen him too happy whenever Amy was around, and wondered if that was a good thing, or a great thing. Just to be a pain, she put the radio back on, and 'Rockin Around the Christmas Tree' played again. Paul just shook his head and walked over to the TV, which kept playing the 'Insert DVD' animation over and over. He was happy to switch it to cable, the channel was still on the same it was before, when he had been watching Notre Dame. The channel, however, was complete static. "You gotta be kidding me!" he said dejectedly. "What?" Jen asked, moving in to the room. "The cable's out. I get a high def TV and the cable is out," he said, furiously flicking through whatever channel he could. He would have settled for the evening news or a repeat of the Simpsons now. "Oh no," Amy said, expecting him to be sad. To her surprise, he started bursting out in laughter. "I don't get it, what's so funny?" "It's just my luck, like not having the batteries for a toy," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Ok, well now what are we gonna do?" "Shots?" Amy suggested. "Ok," Paul said , counter instinctively. "You want to do shots? You hate shots!" Jen knew her boyfriend in and out, or so she thought. "What the hell, it's a party," he said, wrapping both of his hands around her well toned backside and kissing her on the lips. "You certainly got the holiday spirit in you," Jen said, kissing him back. "Let's get another fifth of the spirit inside you, and more importantly me, for good measure," Amy said, rummaging through the fridge. "Oh, get the SoCo in the bottom drawer!" Jen pointed. "Southern Comfort it is," Amy said, presenting the bottle as if it were a trophy. "Alright, the shoties are here," Paul said, leaving his girlfriends embrace and grabbing three of the double sized shot glasses. "Let's get comfortable in the living room, how about a movie?" "Your pick," Amy said quickly, knowing that anything she suggested would probably be shot down. And it was his new TV. "How about the Simpsons movie?" Jen suggested. "Oh yeah!" Amy answered enthusiastically. She shared Paul's love for anything Simpsons. "Sure, let's do it," he said, bringing the shot glasses to the living room. He put the DVD on and turned his head to find a double shot of SoCo waiting for him. After the whiskey he had been drinking earlier, the Southern Comfort went down like candy. The three of them were barreling through the liquor like nobody's business, taking shot after shot, straight, no chaser, except for Amy, who drank a little wine cooler after each gulp. The movie went by quickly, with the exception of a few choice scenes, nobody was paying all that much attention. They simply began to chatter amongst themselves as drunken people who are watching movies do. Before anyone knew it, the day's time had dried up like a bottle, and it was approaching midnight, or more importantly, Christmas Day. "Whoo, I gotta take a, I mean go to the can," Paul said, his voice slurred. He had some difficulty getting up, trying to stabilize himself as he lurched towards the bathroom. He could hear the girls say something about 'being perfect' as he relieved himself. He had wondered what the two of them were up to, he could swear that he heard giggling and wrapping paper. When he emerged Jen and Amy were both nowhere to be seen. "Girls?" he asked, craning his neck around the room, as though they would be in some corner. "Oh, Paul, come in here," Jen giggled, which was unlike her. "Hey, what is it?" he asked, turning towards their king sized bed, which had a gift lying on it. Not just a gift, but a rather large one. A rather large, human shaped gift, that continued to giggle. "Can I open my present?" Jen asked, slowly ripping the wrapping paper. "How'd I know this was gonna happen?" he asked, chuckling. He did need to loosen up. 'What the fuck, one last hurrah before I make her an honest woman!' he thought lustfully. "I dunno, every time I get drunk I can't keep my dick in my pants," Jen smirked. "What do you think will happen if I say no and we leave her there all night?" Paul laughed out loud. When he heard Amy whimper inside, he laughed even harder. "Oh come on, pretty please? I let you get your gift early," she said, pointing in the general direction of the living room. "Well I thought this was a gift for both of us," Paul said, leaning down into the bed. "Yep says here, 'To Paul and Jen, From Amy.'" he pointed, making up a fictitious label. "Well only seems fair," Jen said, falling on the bed. Paul started from the top and Jen started from the bottom, and like a four year old trying to get his toy they had shredded the wrapping paper and freed Amy from her gift-wrap prison. "Next, time," Amy said, breathing deeply, "Air, holes." "Oh my god," Paul said, laughing. It was pretty funny, especially when he thought about how she whimpered after he suggested leaving her there all night. "S'not, funny," she said. "Oh shaddap and kiss me," Jen said, not in the mood to play around. She pounced at Amy, still lying down, and let her tongue do all the work. Even out of breath as she was, Amy couldn't help but kiss back, and hard. It wasn't half a minute and she had already forgotten about it all. But Jen hadn't forgotten about her boyfriend, and her hands crept slowly up his thighs, massaging the crotch of his jeans. She didn't want him to be left out, and with one eye on Amy and the other on Paul, she managed to undo her bra and his zipper. She had a talent for getting into people's pants. Paul was flying pretty high by now, and his cock was aching inside his pants. He gave his girlfriend hand, popping his achingly hard cock out of the boxers, as he tried to slink his pants off. It was funny to watch the most common and easiest of jobs under normal circumstances become damned near impossible while drunk, especially this drunk. He stood back, nearly stumbling over himself as he managed to finally kick off his boxers and pants in one motion. The shirt followed quickly. Since he was already standing, he decided to be a dear and help his girlfriend out of her pants and underpants, because he was a gentleman of course. And since he was there, why not help his guest out? Jennifer had already managed to unzip her pants for him, she was just as kind of a hostess. He managed to tug the pants off of her, although nearly dragging her halfway off the bed with it. He didn't even ask, he just dove into his girlfriend's snatch from behind. She was already soaking, but the biggest indicator was her clit dick, hard and throbbing. From behind he couldn't even get his lips on it, but he grabbed onto the strong clit and stroked it, squeezing the blood flow of the engorged member. His tongue danced along the base of her clit, which he knew to be just as sensitive as any other woman's. He licked along the perfectly formed lips of her pussy, filling his mouth with sweet juices after every tongue- lashing. Paul took two fingers and buried them to the knuckle inside of Jen, soaking his hand in her overflowing liquid. He wasn't just going for foreplay, he was trying to get her off as quickly and powerfully as he could. The two of them weren't young or inexperienced lovers, they had been together for over a year, and knew what they liked. So when he stuck his finger inside, to make sure it was nice and wet, he was doing exactly what she loved. Two in her pussy, one in the tight puckered entrance to her anus. Jen wasn't the only one who was interested in eating someone out. She managed to drag the panties down off of Amy, bringing about the strong odor of sex. Amy did want this, and her body couldn't lie. Jen inhaled deeply, reveling in the smell of pussy. She didn't get the chance everyday, and she did love girls just as much as she loved men. Or to be blunt, she loved pussy just as much as she loved cock. She dove in, burying herself in her best friend's pink snatch. She had thankfully trimmed the public hair down to a small patch above her pubic mound, and Jen was happy that all she had to taste was sweet pussy, and no sweat. She focused on the girl's clit, her tongue flicking against it, mirroring her boyfriend's action behind her. Unlike him however, she was able to focus her whole oral attention to the clit. Sucking on it like some would a nipple, taking the whole organ into her mouth, along with some of the folds of her soaking love hole, she brought Amy to unbelievable pleasures. Amy spread her legs as far as her panties would allow. She could hear them begin to rip, but she couldn't care less if they were torn right off. If it gave Jen better access to her then she was happy. It wasn't that she was being eaten out, it was how. Jennifer knew what to do, not just from the experience of a man trying to please a woman, but as a woman who knows what drives another woman crazy, on top of wanting to get her off. She was as drunk with passion as she was with liquor. Every inch of her body was warm not just with inebriation, but with a tingling lust that heated through her body in waves, all centered around Jennifer's nibbling, sucking, tasting, tonguing, flicking mouth, and watching her redhead friend go down on her was oh so incredibly sexual. Amy groaned, leaning up against the headboard. She heard her panties lose it with one loud rip, and her knees rested comfortably, as far from each other as she could spread them. She tried, and could barely get her top off of her head. It was stuck around her blond hair, and she couldn't think well enough to pull it off. Jennifer wanted to giggle at the sight of Amy with her head stuck in her shirt, but Paul's oral assault wouldn't allow it. With Amy's legs opening she repositioned herself, spreading her own legs wider. This only made Paul's job even easier, he was able to suck her womanly liquids with a renewed vigor. Jennifer matched his speed, and the air was filled with their slurping and sucking sounds, and Amy's amazing groans of agony. "Fuck!" Jen shouted, losing herself as she felt her orgasm overtake her. Her body was trembling, so weak that she lost her footing and collapsed with her knees up in the air, and her face into Amy's snatch. She knew that her pussy was gushing juice onto Paul's face, and she just wished that she could see it. She could feel her cock shooting out blasts of cum, streaking down, and warming up her legs. With the final hurrah of her orgasm, she collapsed down on the bed, huffing and puffing. "Hey!" said Amy, who had managed to get the shirt off of her head. She was on the verge of her own orgasm. She was content to watch while she played with her breasts, grasping onto the achingly hard nipples, but she didn't want to be forgotten. "I'm there," Paul said, diving for another adventure in pussy eating. He could tell before looking that Amy was close and already warmed up. Amy's hips were grinding against the air, trying to meet his tongue. He was more than willing to oblige, taking more than just a taste of her pussy. It tasted good, but different from Jen's. He didn't know how to explain it really, how does one explain what the flavor of girl is to begin with? It didn't matter, he was quickly in action, his tongue engaged in another round of hump-Olympics. "Oh god," Amy said, constantly grinding her pussy up against Tom's face. He was different, Jen had been straight and to the point, but Tom was trying to work everything at the same time, and doing a good job of it. Just when she thought her clit was satisfied, she could feel his tongue slide against her puffy lips. With his fingers helping, her every need was being fulfilled. "Oh shit!" she cried aloud, and Paul took his second load of pussy juice along his face. Amy came like freight train, rattling her body down to the core. Her body hopped up involuntarily, humping against Paul's tongue to get as much bang for her buck as she could. She was in heaven, and had never cum like this before. Her entire body radiated pleasure, emanating from her honey pot, on fire with desire. "Oh fuck, that was good," Amy said with a laugh, smiling radiantly. "That was good, but we can't forget about Paul here," Jen said, leaning over to her boyfriend, and his achingly hard cock that had been otherwise ignored so far. "Oh, yes," Amy said, licking her lips. Paul lied down sideways along the bed, and grabbed a pillow. He was hoping for a show. He wasn't disappointed either. Jennifer and Amy went to the tip of his cock, both of them looking at it longingly. Amy stuck her tongue out, gliding along the hard meat of the cock, tasting the flavor, and smelling the musky odor of his manhood. Jennifer stuck her tongue out as well, and Paul was being driven mad by two tongues, dancing, darting, and driving along his cock. It was maddening, and if possible made him even harder. Even more erotic, the two of them looked right in his eyes the entire time, which was even more of a turn on. Jennifer was the first to change her position, climbing higher up the bed before putting the head of his manhood right on the tips of her lips. She wanted him to enjoy this. She slowly lowered her lips, taking a quarter of an inch at a time while she suckled the tip like a baby nursing. But as soon as she could get her tongue in on the case, she was running it wild, encircling and playing with the sensitive tip. His whole cock was crawling with pleasure. Not to be outdone, Amy lowered herself on the bed. She looked at his balls, cupping them with one hand. She didn't hesitate for a moment, putting her lips to the balls, licking and kissing his shaved scrotum. She opened her mouth and took the two testes in her mouth, her tongue rolling along the heavy, semen factories. She could hear Paul groaning from it as she continued to suck and slurp on his sack, her tongue running out of her mouth and between his balls and to the taint, massaging the entire length of his cock below the shaft. Jennifer knew that she had to step up her own job, and in one fell swoop swallowed him to the hilt, her lips pressing against Amy's. While she had been slow and deliberate initially, that was all different now. She was forceful and powerful as she began to deep throat his cock with a purpose. Just as he had been direct earlier, so now was she, downing him quickly, noisily, and pornographically. Paul couldn't take it for long, he was reeling with pleasure. His entire cock was being wet and soaked with hot mouths, both working double time. "Oh shit I'm gonna cum," he announced, more a warning than anything else. Jen didn't care, not tonight, and kept deep throating him. When she felt the first pulsating blast of cum rise from the base of his cock and up his shaft she pulled her face up and coaxed every drop that she could into her mouth with her hand. Paul's body shook and trembled with his orgasm, he felt like he was in cloud nine. He was in so much pleasure that his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Thick and ropey strands of cum blasted forward into Jen's mouth. Each blast of cum shook him to the core. The twin oral assault from both girls was almost too much for him to bear. He threw his head back, his final blast of cum shooting forward into Jen's mouth. With that he collapsed down on the bed, drained for the moment. His deflated cock popped out of their mouths, sated. He watched with perverse delight as Jennifer opened her mouth, displaying the salty white load on her tongue. She looked over at Amy, who simply nodded, and the two of them shared a deep and long kiss, swapping his semen in their mouths. He lied back and drooled, feeling like he was ready for round two already. "MMM, that was good," Jen smiled, knowing how much Paul loved cum play. "If memory serves, she tastes even better," Paul said to Amy. "I think I remember that too. Well I'll have to be sure," she said, looking at Jennifer's still hard clit dick. "It sounds like a plan, but I don't think she's planning on a blowjob," Paul said, lifting both of his eyebrows lecherously. "He's right," Jen said, moving her hands onto Amy's thighs. "Oh is he?" Amy said, widening her legs. Jen knew that she was far beyond foreplay. "Hold up, I have an idea," Paul said, leaning up in the bed. "Lie down." He pointed at the head of the bed. "Don't have to tell me twice," Amy said, lying on the head of the bed. "You want her?" Jen asked, trying to sound polite. "No, I don't think you wanted to bring her in to fuck me," he said with a knowing grin. He had loosened up, if only for tonight. "Thanks," she said, kissing him on the cheek. She didn't want to get any lingering drops of semen on his face. "Your welcome…whoa," Paul said, looking at Amy she had reached her legs behind her head, and looked like a contorted sexy pretzel of a woman. "Holy shit, that's hot," Jennifer said longingly, looking at the lingering drops of feminine succus, shining in the light. "You know on second thought…" Paul said. "Hey, no take backs," Jen said. She didn't give him much of a chance regardless. She quickly brought her body, and more importantly her achingly hard clit dick to the entrance of Amy's pussy, feeling the wet heat radiating off of her sex. She rubbed the tip of her cock head at opening, soaking it with the juices remaining on her pink lips. Paul wasn't taking the same slow precautions. He entered into Jen quickly, pushing his cock head and half of his thick and meaty cock into her sopping pussy. Subsequently he pushed Jen's body into Amy's. The sound of their voices filled the room with pure sexual fervor. This wasn't kind, exploratory, tender sex. The three of them wanted it, and wanted it good. Paul could feel his cock, straining against the tightness of Jen's pussy. No matter how many times that he had slept with her, her body never seemed to yield, never seemed to grow to accept his girth more easily. But with a bit of time and plenty of homemade lubrication, he was always able to ply his manhood. Amy on the other hand, took the girth easily. It was the length that seemed never ending to her. Jen's cock was hard and powerful, making strong thrusts into her, and Amy loved every second, every inch of it. She didn't know how long the cock was, and if it would ever end, but she didn't want it to. She had taken it twice before, but each time it seemed larger than life, able to penetrate her deep, all the way to her cervix. This was the reason that Jen was bisexual. She always wanted to be with two people, always wanted this exact thing. To have her cock buried in the wetness of a tight girl, while she had a big fat cock filling her up from behind. Or any other combination, so long as she was in someone, and had someone in her. She could feel the fat cock of her boyfriend working up against the tight walls of her love hole. She always clamped down on it, savoring the friction of huge organ. Amy's body continued to grind against Jen's, trying desperately to fit the entire length inside of her. She pawed desperately at her nipples, which hadn't been given nearly the amount of time that she usually preferred. She had always loved tit play, her breasts were so sensitive, and when she had sex the nipples became engorged, and rock hard. She wasn't tender with herself either, grabbing on and tweaking her own nipples roughly. Paul groaned, with every thrust his cock was working against Jen's own thrusting body, the two of them working feverishly to get off. Paul felt almost possessed, grunting, groaning, body glistening with sweat as he continued his pummeling pussy assault. He reached down to grab onto Jennifer's breasts, and found his hands between two pairs of breasts; both of them large and sporting erect nipples. He was having trouble keeping track, so he simply grabbed whichever breasts were the closest, and made do with that. Amy was being bounced up and down against the headboard like a rag doll. With her feet behind her head she at the mercy of Jen, and Jen was a girl who enjoyed herself during sex. She was compassionate, but she was rough, and hard, and loved to really pound it in as deeply and quickly as possible. It was the same way that she liked to be fucked, and Paul knew that as well. He stepped up his efforts, his body a blur as he continued to fill his girlfriend up to the brim. He wasn't taking it easy, or going slow, he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and exactly how hard he wanted to go. And he wanted to go as hard as he could. He smacked Jen's ass once for good measure, know that she liked that kind of thing sometimes. With his other hand he smacked Amy once too, although not nearly as hard. But it was hard enough for her, and she liked it. She cooed out loud, it was a different sensation. Sober she probably would have been more of a prude, but she was enjoying this rough spot here. Jen was getting close, she knew that she wasn't going to be able to hold on for much longer. She was in a sea of nonstop sexual fever, it had been so long since she had this kind of sexual release. She just needed a little…bit…more… Paul groaned out loud as he came with all of his might. He impaled his cock as deep as he could into Jen, filling her to the brim with his cock before he unloaded his baby batter all the way into her pussy. He huffed and puffed, thrusting into her with such powerful force, all the while Jen's body continued to work against him, clamping down on his cock and squeezing out every last drop of cum. His brain was barely cohesive now, it was just pleasure, cum, orgasm, wet, and hard, hot sex that never seemed to end. He nearly collapsed onto her, in his exhaustion. Amy was the next lucky member of their ménage a trois to cum. Her entire body writhed and convulsed as every facet of her being was overcome with orgasmic bliss. She rocked her head against her legs, the only think that kept her from hurting herself. Her pussy seemed to be on fire, every inch of it was filled, stretched, and yet she wanted more. Pleasure pulsated powerfully from her pussy, and rocked her to her very core. Her entire body felt like one long never ending orgasmic chain. Jennifer shrieked out loud as she came hard, both orifices exploding in orgasmic fury. Her cock finally unloaded a thick wad of clear fluid deep into Amy's snatch, the mixture filling with Amy's already profuse pussy juice. Her own snatch, filled with her boyfriend's semen, spasmed and convulsed, leaking more and more of her fluid everywhere. She could feel the mixture of his and her cum running down her leg already, but she didn't care. She couldn't care. She was too enthralled in an orgasm, every wave seemed to envelop her entire being. She finally stopped, her marathon orgasm coming to an end. The three of them huddled into a pile of fluid and naked flesh, exhausted beyond all means. Nobody bothered to say much of anything, what was there to say? Someone, although none of them recalled it, turned the light off, and brought a blanket, and the three huddled together, not for warmth, nor for comfort, but simply as an expression of their Christmas gift. To be continued…? (This file was created by SomeRandomBastard (at) yahoo (dot) com, so send all flames there. 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