A Kinky Christmas

A Kinky Christmas

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

"You know when Christmas is coming, and you and your friends start getting all worked up because of all the gifts you ought to buy, you fuss and fuss because you have no idea what to get them, and you start hating Christmas and fancy retiring in a cloistered convent? Yeah? Me too. However, my friends and I have found a quite interesting solution to that. Let me tell you about it."

Summary

"You know when Christmas is coming, and you and your friends start getting all worked up because of all the gifts you ought to buy, you fuss and fuss because you have no idea what to get them, and you start hating Christmas and fancy retiring in a cloistered convent? Yeah? Me too.
However, my friends and I have found a quite interesting solution to that. Let me tell you about it."

Chapter1 (v.1) - A Kinky Christmas

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Submitted: December 19, 2016

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I wrote this because I wanted to try something new. It was supposed to be only a short story in a recollection of those that were centered on Christmas and love/sex,but ...it turned out quite different. It's a whole different thing from anything else I've ever written, possibly,only Rooming With the Gods comes close. I mean,this is actual erotica.

Now...I hope you'll enjoy my descent further into darkness (the kinky side of darkness,that is). Happy reading! And like always,let me know what you think :)

p.s. I'm not exactly well versed in this,it's just a wild attempt, so put up with me,please

 

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SARAH'S POV

You know when Christmas is coming, and you and your friends start getting all worked up because of all the gifts you ought to buy, you fuss and fuss because you have no idea what to get them, and you start hating Christmas and fancy retiring in a cloistered convent? Yeah? Me too.

However, my friends and I have found a quite interesting solution to that. Let me tell you about it.

15 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS

"Guys, really, what am I supposed to get you? I have no ideas! Give me a clue!" Natasha asked for the hundredth time, gaining only laughs in response. I smiled as well, while pouring popcorn into the bowl.

We were all lounging in my apartment, as we often do after a stressing day, although tonight was a little different, because we were to watch a crucial match for our team, I mean, it was the last one of the round, essential for us to get into the last sixteen, no less, the team has worked awfully hard for this, so you can imagine how we big fans were nervous, although it was mostly me and the guys, the girls are fans, yes, but not as fixated as we are.

I just love soccer, is that wrong? I’ve even played for a while, but then I had to quit, you know, too busy for sport, which kinda made me lazy instead, I mean, I still go jogging every night after work with Liam, but no more than that, yes, sometimes he manages to drag me out to play a little, but mostly the job kills us both.

Oh, Liam is one of my besties, of course, well, all the five people I share my life with are my besties, but Liam just stands a small notch higher, mostly because he was my teammate back to when I played, and you know, teammates tend to make awesome friends. Ah, I played in a mixed team, yes, because our school didn’t have enough funds for two teams. Well, I’ll have a not very modest moment and tell you I was the first girl allowed in what was once a merely male soccer team, but now is happily mixed. It was a harsh period, and Liam was my fiercest enemy in my battle to enter the team, but in the end we both won.

Anyways, I think I went off track, sorry, the point is … we were all lounging in my apartment, waiting for the match to begin, when Natasha came up with this thing. It’s always a drama for her, she’s one of those Christmas spirit all over the place types, so she’s very much into it, and every year she spends tons of money to get everyone something unforgettable. I’ll admit she’s great at buying gifts, always picks the right thing, but this year she says she’s out of ideas, because we’ve known each other since so long that we’ve spent half our lives’ Christmases together, so there’s not much new we can give to the other. I think she exaggerates, but she’s a wannabe actress, so yeah, quite overdramatic in her reactions.

We have known each other since no longer than six years, except me, Liam and his brother Ethan, who went to school together, so it’s not as tragic as Natasha makes it look like, we’ve only spent together five Christmases, not enough for them to be countless. I do agree on the I don’t know what to get them part, though. Opposite to her, I’m awful at buying gifts, I always wind up getting something they already have or do not particularly like …

I remember the first time, when we didn’t know each other enough for them to say it plainly to my face, like Liam did. With Liam is easier, though, I just get him a 20 dollar voucher for some shop, a different one every year, and he gets himself whatever he prefers, he does the same with me and books, the others say it’s unfair, we say it’s the second easiest way, the first one would be giving each other money, which I’m not beyond of, may I tell you.

"Guuuuuys!" Natasha whined, dragging on the letter in the word, trying to get their attention. Liam and Ethan made a show of not even hearing her, Caleb seemed more sympathetic, but that’s because he’s a sweet guy, and … he kinda has a small crush on her. Only I know that, shhh!

Our group is awesomely united, but don’t you think we don’t have our issues, too, because sure as heck we do. Within six years we’ve had our ups and downs, like … when Ethan and I tried dating, and Liam didn’t take it too well, convinced that would have destroyed our group, and him, because, in case we broke up, he’d have had to choose between me and his brother, and he didn’t want that.

Ethan and I lasted five months, then, simply, it didn’t work out, but Liam’s catastrophic prophecies didn’t become truth, his brother and I separated on accord, therefore we were easily able to remain friends, we’re still so friends that sometimes we’re each other’s wingman, mind you. There weren’t hard feelings from either part, so it was easy. Between Caleb and Melissa it was way more complicated, trust me. We had months of group splitting because of that, while after me and Ethan, nothing. I smell trouble if and when will Caleb act upon his crush on Natasha.

"Sarah!" Natasha called out for my help, but I only chuckled, bringing the bowl with popcorn and some beers into the living room.

"Guys, please, answer." I pleaded with them as I lay everything onto the coffee table, purposely standing in front of the TV, to obstruct their view, which obviously had both brothers groan, while Caleb rolled his eyes. Melissa was late, as usual, but it figures, opposite to us, she hates soccer, therefore matches bore the heck out of her, she only comes to hang out with us.

Because the guys didn’t answer, I stood in front of the TV, arms crossed. Caleb sighed, mentioning that to him, anything related to his job was fine, and Natasha was glad about it. I fixed my gaze on Liam and Ethan, knowing they can’t resist for long when I stare like that, in fact Ethan budged quite soon: "Whatever is fine, Nat, don’t bother." Quite vague, but at least it was an answer.

"Liam?" I pressured. He only snorted. "Please, be a good guy for once, and answer your friend, will you?"

He rolled his eyes. He’s always like that, takes everything as a challenge, you can bet your head, if you tell him to do something, he’ll do the opposite just out of spite, at least he does that with me, I hope he doesn’t at work with his boss.

"Come on, little bro, just mention whatever." Ethan nudged his brother, I bet to get to the ultimate goal that was finally seeing the soccer match. I’m no fool, I knew the match would start in 10 minutes, so I wasn’t blocking anything, except for boring statistics. It wasn’t a big deal, Liam is just a bull that has to make a point every time … you can’t imagine the stubbornness wars we wage.

In the end, right when Melissa was entering the living room, saying hi to everyone, Liam pretended to be pondering, even rubbing his chin in thought, and finally started: "All I want for Christmas …"

Natasha was edging on her seat, grinning, happy to finally have an answer, while I kept the stare contest with that stubborn bull that is my friend, knowing he was onto something, the half grin on his handsome face told me that much. You’ll never be able to count the women that fall for that grin, believe me. Natasha went close to it when they met, then she returned to her senses … with my help, I’ll admit.

"… is to watch the damn match without your ass in sight." I rolled my eyes at his comeback, quite childish. Liam does that, he knows it annoys me. "Along with the new Hugo Boss fragrance. Yeah, that sounds fine, Nat, thank you very much." Idiot. But I still care for him. You know how it is, right?

"Now get that ass out of my face, Lancaster, the match is starting." Liam gestured for me to shoo away from the TV. I’d have stayed just to make a point, but the players were entering the field, I could hear them, and I was more interested in seeing them than bantering with my friend for the umpteenth time.

However, I did sway a little on my way to the couch, passing right in front of Liam, smirking as i countered only for his ears:"Don’t act like you wouldn’t want a piece of this, Carter." Nah, he doesn’t, but he knows I know he checks me out way too often.

Trust me in this, girls, he might be the best, best of your male friends, but he’ll still check out your ass when you walk away. Fine with me, I do check out his as well. Hey, Liam Carter might be a bit of a jerk most of the time, but he’s got a fine ass.

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"I was wondering …" Melissa started by mid-match break, when we were all inebriated by the three goals our team had already scored, virtually securing its place in the last sixteen, and we all turned to her, kind of lazily. I was sprawled on my big sofa, half leaning against Ethan, head on his shoulder, lazily eating popcorn, half annoying Liam with my feet, content with our team’s work, while Caleb, Melissa and Natasha sat comfortably on the other sofa. You can bet I have two large sofas mostly because of my friends, considering we almost always hang out here when we’re not in the mood to go out.

"Do we really need to buy Christmas gifts this year?"

I arched an eyebrow at Melissa, confused, not because it wouldn’t be typical of her to try to get out of having to spend money – she’s so stingy that, compared, Ebenezer Scrooge is a magnanimous philanthropist –, but because I didn’t understand what was she trying to say, especially because she kept beating around the bush, talking about how we’ve been friends for long, have shared so much, that there’s virtually no secret among us, we’re always open to everything, we’re young …

"Cut to the chase, Mel. What is it? Another one of your tricks not to spill money?" Liam asked harshly, rolling his eyes. I hit his stomach with my foot for the rudeness, and he sent me a dirty look, gaining my angelic one. We always do this, he’s annoying as heck when he really wants to, but I’m no less … and I’m persistent, much more than him, how do you think I got to not only enter the male soccer team, but also become vice-captain, practically the second best player after Liam himself? Especially with him and his pals trying to stop me? I’ve been ostracized not little back then ... you know how it is, all guys, a girl in a male team … they didn’t take it well.

Melissa bit her lips, evidently flustered, which had me frown. Normally she’s quite outspoken, why would she be embarrassed now? In front of us, her best friends, even?

"What did you have in mind, Mel?" I asked, better leaning against Ethan, who lazily wrapped an arm around me, rubbing my stomach, which is a habit he took when we dated and hasn’t been able to give it up. I don’t mind, it’s kinda relaxing. In truth, Ethan and I are better off being friends, as a couple we didn’t really work out, yet that doesn’t mean that we don’t have residual habits of that period … how can I say it … well, my ex and I kinda hook up now and then.

Nothing big, and our friends don’t exactly know this, Ethan and I just … help each other out in the moment of need. A specific need. Some might say it’s not exactly sane for a habit, because we’ve been in a relationship, we’re friends even, and we’re always hanging out … I’ll tell you it’s perfectly fine like this, we’re much better off now being only friends with benefits than when we actually dated. Don’t take me wrong, it’s not like we’re secluded in our sort of thing, no, we just … hook up whenever, but also go to dates when the chance presents itself, and it’s obvious that we’ve ceased sleeping together every time we were seeing someone.

Last time for me was in summer, it was only a fling with a tourist, it could have become more, but none of us was really serious about it, in the end I think the guy just wanted to try something new, have a summer adventure, that sort of thing. Fine with me, I was bored that period, and Ethan was outside town for a while. I think I dragged it on even too much with that guy, I mean, we weren’t really two of a kind, but he was quite good in bed, I’ll give you that.

Ethan is awesome, though. Man ... he’s amazing in the sheets. That might be one reason why I’m not that beyond sleeping with him even if we broke up long ago. I’ve had a few of sex partners, to be honest, enough for my bigot neighbors to turn up their noses every time they see me, but not enough for me to be deemed too libertine, yet none of them ever got to Ethan’s level.

See why I still hook up with my ex? He gives me what a girl needs, but no other guy has ever given me. Not that the others weren’t good, it’s just that Ethan is … beyond every level, as far as my experience goes, that is. Although I won’t deny I’ve sometimes wondered how would the other guys in our group be like, heck, I won’t deny I’ve wondered how would even Melissa and Natasha be like in bed. I like fantasizing, can’t deny it, though I don’t think I’d ever have the guts to make any of my fantasies real.

"Well …" Melissa restarted, fidgeting. I eyed the TV, where players were already coming back from their break.

"Just say it, damnit."  Liam nearly barked, an eye on the screen as well, Ethan was just full on focused on that, the distracted way with which he rubbed my stomach told me that much, because I wound up feeling his hand slip beneath my sweater: when we’re with our friends, in this position, usually he does that when he’s spacing out, he says picturing what we’ll do next when we’re on our own, I say he’s only a belly fetishist … needless to say how that usually ends. The guy somehow always finds a reason to, one, have his hands on me, two, take me to bed. Can’t say I mind … like I said, Ethan is awesome at what he does.

Melissa took a deep breath as we all watched her, puzzled, well, Liam was more irked, his eyes kept switching from her to the TV and vice versa. "It’s just that I’ve … read somewhere that … some groups, after years of friendship, start splitting because of the sexual tension amongst the members and … well, I don’t want that to happen to us."

I frowned, marveled. Where does that come from? I looked up at Ethan for a moment, and found he was already gazing at me, the same doubt as mine in his eyes. I bit my lip, wondering if Melissa was talking about us … would now be the time to tell them Ethan and I are still hooking up? "Well, um … actually …" I started, ignoring Ethan’s questioning gaze, but I was interrupted by the referee’s whistle mixed with Liam’s groan:

"Later!" Was all he uttered.

I would have been just as focused on the match as he was, but … I was more concerned about Melissa’s statement. My eyes traveled back to Ethan, and I noticed he was staring at me as well, instead of the match, which is all saying, given what a fan he is too. Last time we slept together was … well, yesterday. We’ve been doing this since four years now, you know? Not a few months. We’ve been secretly hooking up since four years, how would our friends take it? And Liam? What would he say? He was the most relieved one when his brother and I broke up, I don’t think he’d be glad to know we’re playing such game. I’ve never considered that our entire friendship might be at stake, after all, Ethan and I are just fine, if we didn’t split after we broke up, why would we now only because of this thing?

I know what you’re thinking … either of us has feelings for the other. Wrong. I care about Ethan, deeply, but … well, it’ll sound cold, but honestly, I love sex with him, not the guy himself. Basically, we use each other. Normally it comes with a price, but it hasn’t happened to us so far, and if we’ve been able to survive for four years, I don’t think anything is gonna happen anytime soon. Ethan doesn’t feel anything for me other than attraction, sure, he cares just as much as I, but love? Nah.

The problem are not our feelings, but our friends’.

***

"Alright, what is it?" Liam grumbled, shooing away my feet to lay on the sofa, obviously gaining a dirty look from me, which was soon replaced by a giggle when Ethan solved the problem by pulling me better into him, practically onto his lap, daring more than he ever has in such circumstances, but hey, who cares, I was comfy like that. Luckily my sofa is big enough, well, in truth, it was a gift from my lovely friends when I moved in this apartment, I bought the smaller one where Caleb, Melissa and Natasha sat.

Now, Liam, content and happy because the team won and successfully got into the last sixteen, kinda hyped by beer, lay on the sofa, kinda taking it all to himself, while I was kinda cornered, well, Ethan and I were, because, like I said, I was practically sitting onto his lap, although it was quite comfy … enough for my feet to still annoy Liam, ha!

Playing innocent, I turned to Melissa, wondering what did she want to say, and she stood, in order to face all of us. Natasha was as much sprawled on the sofa actually, her head on Caleb’s lap, I bet causing him a few technical problems, if you know what I mean, given the way he feels towards her. Ignoring Liam as he tried to shoo away my feet that were at the sides of his face, I listened to Melissa: "Well, the thing is … you guys know I like psychology, right?"

We all murmured in acknowledgement. Sure as heck we know. Throughout college she kept trying to psychoanalyze us every time … never getting it right. In fact later on she switched major.

"Well, I like to read researches and such, and … I read somewhere that at some point, even the strongest group winds up falling apart because of the unsustainable sexual pull amongst members."

I frowned, while the others murmured amongst them, just as confused. Ethan cracked a small smirk as he pinched my thigh, nearing my ear, so that only I could hear him as he spoke, a bit … alluringly, I’ll admit: "She’s talking about us, isn't she?"

I smirked as well, shifting in my position, enough to better sit onto his lap, purposely. "You give yourself too much credit, Carter."

The sneaky jerk caught me off guard as he bit down on my earlobe, nearly making me moan out loud, as he reminded me: "You do that for me, baby, every time you scream my name out loud."

"You’re a jerk, you know that, right?"

He chuckled lightly, the sound filling my ears inevitably, given the closeness, and he tightened his grip on me, enough for it not to be that unnoticeable, but the others were too busy questioning Melissa. "Yet this jerk gives you the best sex of your life, and you love it."

He’s right. Oh, well. I smirked, shifting enough to rub my rear against his crotch, now kinda hyped. "Don’t you leave when the others do." I ordered.

Ethan smirked, once more biting my earlobe. "Your wish is my command, milady." Well, what can I say, I’m a sucker for great sex, and sure as heck Ethan gives me that. Who would refuse such unspoken deal in my place? I mean, I've got my ex ready to satisfy my every need at a snap of my fingers, but without strings attached, no dates, no complaints, not fighting, only me, Ethan, and some good old sex. The friendship is a great plus, especially because we're perfectly able to split the two things without issues.

However, back to Melissa and her rant … "So I thought, why not just … get rid of it?"

I frowned, confused. "Wait, what?"

Liam rolled his eyes, groaning. "Always so slow, Lancaster, huh? Like in the field."

"Shut up, Carter, or you’ll eat my foot." I moved my heel to his mouth, only to retrieve it when the jerk actually licked my bare foot … ewww! "You’re disgusting!"

"Hey, you started it."

"Yes, but-"

"If you taste as bad as your foot, I’ll skip your gift."

I furrowed my brows, taken off guard. "Uh … what?" What the heck was he talking about? How much did I miss of the talk? Damn Ethan and his sneaky ways.

Natasha grinned, however, sitting up straight to resume it for me: "Here’s the thing. Mel came up with a peculiar way for us to celebrate Christmas. We never know what to buy to each other, right? So why not … offer a service instead?"

"A service?"

She nodded, grinning quite enthusiastically, I’d add, which is bad news … whenever Natasha is so excited about something, it’s gonna be unbearable for me. Don’t take me wrong, I love the girl to bits, but we have completely opposite tastes in pretty much everything.

"To cut it short, Mel suggested that we do a Secret Santa." My frown only deepened. A Secret Santa? That’s all? I thought it would be something more scandalous, given their flabbergasted faces.

Much to my surprise, Liam smirked as he sat up, his green eyes beaming of a weird glint as he gaped at me. "A … Sexy Secret Santa."

"A what?"

He laughed lightly, shaking his head, while the others seemed busy taking in Melissa’s idea. I wasn’t the only late one, Ethan was just as confused as I was, but Liam was focused on me, and I don’t think I’m wrong when I say those green eyes pretty much did an X-Ray of my body, even while it was practically sprawled onto his brother. It’s nothing new, Liam does check me out, like he does to Melissa and Natasha too, but this time it seemed … weird, as if something was already crossing that perverted mind of his.

"A Sexy Secret Santa." He repeated, eyeing each of us one by one, receiving Melissa and Natasha’s accomplice grins, as if I were supposed to understand just by the phrase.

"Take it this way, Sarah, we all have fantasies." Melissa injected.

"Dirty fantasies." Liam précised, green eyes always fixed on me, an impish grin on his lips.

"The study I read, it says that, 8 times out of 10, those fantasies involve close friends." Melissa went on.

"What kind of studies do you read?" I questioned, disbelieving. Do scientist have all this time to waste?

"Doesn’t matter. Listen to me, Sarah." Melissa reclaimed my undivided attention, which I gave, despite still feeling Liam’s eyes on me. I shouldn’t be surprised, he’s always interested in the talk whenever soccer or sex are involved. To think he graduated first out of his Computer Analysis class … you wouldn’t give him credit for it, but Liam is a smart guy, just too lazy for his own good, and that’s one thing that kept him from becoming a professional soccer player, trust me.

"I was saying, we all have dirty fantasies, even the most chaste person fantasizes, and most of the times, it’s about a close friend. Now, most people grow old without ever being able to fulfill their most secret fantasies, so I thought … we’re all young, barely 25, it’s the right time, isn’t it?"

I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get early wrinkles for how much I was frowning, trying to put together what Melissa meant. We all have fantasies, she said. Well, I told you, I do have them, and they indeed involve my friends, but … I’ve never thought much of those.

"We ought to buy Christmas gifts for each of us, right?" Melissa continued, eyes on me, as well as everyone, including Ethan, I guess he already came to the right conclusion, which I might have to, but I wasn’t sure just yet …

"Well, I thought, why not give a different gift this year? Something each of us has long desired, something we would never ever, not even in our wildest moments, dare reveal to living soul." She smiled. "Take me, you and Nat, okay? We tell each other everything, don’t we? Things the guys can’t even fathom, right?"

Cue the awes from the boys, but I ignored them. Ah, the talks we girls have when they aren’t around … you think only men talk about their wild nights? Nonsense. Every time either of us has a hot encounter, you can bet your head, the next day we’re dissecting every detail of it, sometimes comparing. Of course, when I say detail I don’t mean word for word recount, I mean I say things like ‘he did that thing to my neck …’, not as specific as I’ve heard the guys be, just to be clear. I remember the first time I told them how was Ethan in bed … the girls couldn’t quit staring at him, it was hilarious to see his dumbfounded look.

I smiled as Melissa, nodding, and she smiled back, Natasha doing the same to both while the boys wondered what did that mean. Melissa ignored them, going on with her explanation: "We tell each other everything, but … not our deepest fantasies. Do we?"

I bit my lip. Nope, definitely we don’t.

"Well, what if there was the chance to fulfill those secret desires?"

"Sexy Secret Santa?" I repeated automatically, kinda seeing what was she getting at. She grinned, as well as the others, especially Liam – of course he would like this, he’s such a kinky freak. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do.

"Yes." Melissa was brief.

"You mean …" I trailed off, pointing at each of us. Her grin widened, and she came to sit onto the coffee table, in front of me, which might have sounded innocuous … what had me flinch was the fact that she slyly placed a hand on my thigh – way upper than normal –, eyeing both me and Ethan.

"Yes."

I smirked, my eyes on her hand. This is gonna be one hell of a kinky Christmas.


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