The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 8 - Sex Stories

The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 8

... jealousy rise up when Shane took her hand in his. ******** SHANE ******** Tracy looked absolutely adorable as we strolled through town together. Bright, happy, glowing with excitement--clinging to my arm like she needed it to stay upright. Dinner had been a bust. The only place in town we could find that was still open on Christmas Eve was an extremely shady-looking Chinese restaurant that practically screamed "food-poisoning." We didn't want to risk it. Instead, we hit up a gas station for some Funyons, a bag of beef jerky, and two cups of "hot cocoa" that honestly tasted more like chalk than chocolate. But, while our Christmas Eve feast wasn't exactly what we'd been hoping for, Tracy and I still had a pretty awesome time just enjoying one another's company. We'd been close friends for all these years, yet we rarely spent time outside of work together, just the two of us. We turned down one of the bigger residential streets, grinning at the preposterous amount of effort each home had dedicated to their holiday decorations: Gigantic, hand-painted reindeer polluted the rooftops. Byzantine tracks for miniature locomotives wound around enormous winter landscapes in someone's yard. Man-sized robot nutcrackers marched in circles around a small gazebo. And the l ights ! Let's just say their electric bills for the month of December must have reached into the quadruple digits. "How much time do you think it takes to set all this stuff up every year?" Tracy laughed. "Weeks, at ...

... least. Neighborhoods like this, I bet you it's like an arms race between all the men. Less about the embracing the holiday spirit and more about having the baddest motherfucking yard in town." "Yeah, Freud would have a field day with these people." Tracy opened her eyes wide, pretending to be aroused by what she saw: "Oh, Jimmy! Your Christmas decorations are so... big !" When she turned to face me, Tracy's bright blonde hair caught the colors of the blinking lights: green, red, gold... "You are so beautiful," I sighed. Tracy placed her cute wool mittens on either side of my head--holding me steady as she brought her lips to mine. "But, there's no mistletoe," I joked. "We don't need it." Our kiss was a slow burn, going from warm and pleasant to hot and heavy--and when we finally broke apart there was a whimper in Tracy's voice. "Do you think we'd still be together?" she asked. "You and Connor?" "No, I mean me and you . If things had plays out differently on that very first double date, way back when. Earlier today, you said you sometimes imagine a whole complicated fantasy version of your life, where you wound up with me instead of Ria. That whole 'What If' fantasy." "Yeah," I blushed. "What's it like?" "My fantasy?" "Yeah, the 'What If' fantasy. I want to know what you think a relationship with me would have been like. Are we madly in love? Are we married? Do we fuck like five times a day?" I chuckled, "Oh, at least that much." She took my hand, a playful smile on her face. "I'm ...