Holiday Girl - Chapters 1 & 2 - Sex Stories

Holiday Girl - Chapters 1 & 2

... hand on the small of her back – or possibly her ass, I can’t tell -- steadying her as she drunkenly sways in her ridiculous, red high heels. For most boys this would be the end-of-the line. This would be the point where an ordinary girlfriend would put her foot down. I, however, am better than that. I am a good, understanding girlfriend, so instead of jealously storming out of the club I let the tight, wet, firm, slutty, glistening, pretty girl stumble into the booth next to me – practically on top of me. I must admit that she smells good – like some aromatic mix of candy and sex and sweat – like Halloween just stuck a lollipop up her tight little asshole. I imagine what this might look like – her young butthole pinching the white paper stem as it sticks out between her two tan, firm buttcheeks. I smile thinking about it. I notice that she’s smiling back at me. It’s an impossibly cordial, pretty smile – maybe she doesn’t have anything up her ass after all. “I’m Mandy.” She says over the loud club music that is still blaring. That rhymes with candy, I think to myself. My smile grows. “I’m Kelli.” I say. “Your boyfriend is a great dancer.” She chatters, parts bouncing. Her breath smells like peppermint – like she just gave Christmas a blowjob – like peppermint elf cum. I try to imagine what this might look like. I imagine her stripped naked in the snow, wearing nothing except for a Santa hat, high heels, and slutty, red, thigh-high stockings as a dozen, well-hung elves gather ...

... around her. I imagine one of the elves working the lollipop in and out of her asshole like an anal bead while the other elves force-feed her their oversized dicks, dumping load after load of peppermint-flavored elf cum in her mouth. Jesus, I’m drunk, I think to myself. My head begins to spin as she bobbles and bounces and breathes. She breathes Christmas onto me – it smells amazing. I’m disoriented by her. “I love your dress.” She continues. She reaches up and gently feels one of the straps, either accidentally or purposefully letting her hand linger against my skin. Within 5 minutes I no longer dislike her. Within 10 minutes I know her last name – it’s Evans, even though I was hoping it was Kane. Soon we’re squeezing more people into the booth and she’s sitting on my lap and she has her arm draped around my neck. It’s casual, but flirty, and the boys are watching. She’s flirting with me, I think to myself. I try to keep her from being so damn friendly, but it’s infectious. It’s all infectious. She’s infectious. She keeps touching my bare skin and breathing peppermint on me while she talks to me. I imagine that one of the elves turns and notices me as he shoots sticky white ropes of white peppermint cum onto Mandy’s busty, tight, contrastingly tan body. I smile at her. I can feel her as she moves against me. I feel the need to touch her, so I do. It’s no longer casual. The boys have hardons now. At least, I imagine they do. They’re watching us like they’re watching two girls ...