Mistletoe Is Not Enough

Mistletoe Is Not Enough

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

No wonder why they say Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year... Merry Christmas!

Summary

No wonder why they say Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year... Merry Christmas!

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Submitted: December 26, 2016

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Submitted: December 26, 2016

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Christmas was the only time where I really got into the holiday spirit. I made cookies, binged on Christmas films, I didn’t know why but I really loved Christmas. “Cara!” My best friend Mollie ran over to me as soon as I opened the apartment’s door.
“What’s up, Mollie?” I was holding a bunch of bags from Christmas dinner shopping, and laid them on the kitchen counter. Mollie looked like the Cheshire Cat with all the smiling she was doing.
Mollie squealed and said, “Okay, Cara, I have a fucking amazing idea. It’s a way we can have the best fucking Christmas ever. So you know Blythe’s boyfriend Max? His friend is having a party at his penthouse tonight and we’re invited!”
I knew that Mollie was only bringing me there because Max’s friend who owned the penthouse, Matt, had been flirting with her for a week and she wanted to seal the deal with him. To be honest, I was a little offended but Mollie knew I was a party animal.
“Okay, fine, I know you just wanna fuck Matt but I can’t turn down a party. By the way, this also means that you’re making the Christmas dinner.” Mollie squealed again, and hugged me tightly.

Mollie told me the dress code for the party was ‘Sexy Christmas’. She stole my sexy Mrs Claus red playsuit with the Christmas hat but I was fine with it since I was wearing a sexier costume. I chose my elf green velvet neck halter dress, which had a tulle skirt that went to my mid thigh. There was a cute hat that came with it, and I positioned it to the side of my head, and brushed my straight ash blonde hair through. The dress made my dark green eyes pop, and I put red lipstick on my full lips. “Can I have that costume instead?” Mollie asked when she saw me.
“No, you really can’t, Mollie.”

The party was in full swing when me and Mollie walked in. Obviously four seconds after, Mollie left me to see Matt. So I was alone at a party with no one I knew, apart from my good old friend vodka. I went over to the bar and got a drink, then sat down on a stool randomly looking around. Then I saw a gorgeous girl scrolling on her phone in the corner of the penthouse. She had long wavy caramel brown hair, olive skin and sparkling green eyes. She was wearing an elf costume like me, but hers was a tight tube top with a mid-thigh bodycon skirt. Exactly my type, I thought to myself, downing the shot of vodka that I had in my hand and walking over to her. "Hi," I said confidently. I liked to think that confidence was the way to get girls into bed. "I'm Cara." She looked up at me and smiled warmly.
"Hey, I'm Nadine. Nice to meet you."
We awkwardly shook hands and then I asked, "So what's a beautiful girl like you doing alone here?"
Nadine's cheeks flushed as she replied, "I came with a few friends, but they're somewhere chatting up guys."
"Same," I said, frowning. "How about a one-time offer of fun mixed with vodka?" I added, a devilish smile tugging at my lips.
"You had me at vodka." Nadine said, making her way to the bar.

The next hour was a blur. Nadine and I took some shots - a lot of shots - and danced to the pulsing music that was playing. The next thing I remembered was Nadine leading me to a bedroom, and us kissing. Our tongues hungrily meshed together and I tasted the alcohol on our lips colliding. She trailed kisses down my neck and sucked on it, till I was completely certain there'd be a hickey.

I was expecting a little more foreplay, so when Nadine pushed me onto the bed facing away from her, I turned around in confusion and saw her with a look of lust on her face as she was putting on a strap on. This strap on was so massive that my jaw dropped by the length of it. Nadine smirked at me, before coming towards me and pushing my face away.

"Don't worry, I have lube." she said, answering my thoughts. She got some lube and rubbed it onto my flower. It felt cold and I shivered when she put a finger in my pussy before taking it out. She sucked onto it passionately, staring into my eyes the whole time and my pussy gushed its sweet cream. Nadine sunk the huge strap-on into my hole, and I wanted to scream but nothing came out. I had never been penetrated so deeply and Nadine began to stretch me to the limit. She thrust into me, and slid it back out again. I soon got used to this rhythm, and a small moan escaped my lips. Nadine turned my face and kissed you on the lips hungrily. Our tongues meshed together as I tasted my juices and the lube (which was passion-fruit flavor) on her lips. And then I broke off the kiss and screamed. Nadine was rubbing your clit ferociously while slamming the faux dick into your flower, making me wonder how she could do that. She was like a fucking sex goddess. I felt the familiar feeling where I was close to my orgasm and when Nadine grazed her teeth over your firm nipples, a prolonging moan was what led me to my climax. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head as I thrashed and spasmed on the bed. The waves of my orgasm crashed through my body violently, and my love juices began to squirt out of your flower. After a while, my orgasm slowly ebbed away, thankfully.
We lay on the bed in a blissful silence (well not exactly, I was panting from my climax), and Nadine said, "Damn, Cara. You come hard."
"And now it's your turn," I said smirking. No wonder why people said this was the most wonderful time of the year.


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