California Dreamin' Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

California Dreamin' Pt. 08

... imagined.

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I woke the next morning, Christmas Eve, again a bit torn. From one perspective, I was spending my first Christmas away from home, my old bed, my parents. Even after I'd turned eighteen, they continued to fill my stocking and buy me gifts that weren't just things I needed. Somehow they kept some semblance of magic alive. The other perspective, of course, was the here and now. I was laying in a king size bed next to two of the most amazing people I'd ever met, in a high-end ski cabin for a week.This is pretty magical too, I thought, grinning to myself.

I gave them a few more minutes before I bounded out of bed and started coffee and breakfast. Despite the protests, we were suited up and in line when the lift opened at eight. After we got into form, it wasn't a hard sell to be there. We had a blast, and ended up skiing until closing, which was amazingly... dusk.On Christmas eve!

We were all properly whooped when we got back to the cabin. It was fully dark by the time we'd hiked back up our access trail and gotten our skis off. Quinn volunteered to cook dinner, and I was happy to let her.

That evening I shared one of my parents' traditions. We turned off all the lights except those on the tree, and just sat on the floor, quietly basking in the twinkling lights and the company of people we loved. Even though we were all tired, we managed to start a new tradition of our own... each of us lying on our sides on the floor, orally pleasuring each other in ...

... a rough triangle. None of us spoke as our orgasms gently overwhelmed us, the two penis owners glad to have their loads gulped down. Sloane rocked her hips against my face while I gently tongued her sensitive button to climax.

We made our way to bed hand in hand, and collapsed together.

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"Guys," I said quietly, "are you awake? It's Christmas!" I was between them, Quinn in front of me, Sloane behind.

"What time is it?" Quinn groaned. "So early..."

"Today, it doesn't matter." I felt Sloane wrap her arm over my chest and squeeze me.

"You're adorable," she croaked out. "You two wait here for a minute, then come out to the living room?"

"Okay," I said. I watched her get out of bed and put the silky pajamas back on. "I hope I get to unwrapthat present later..."

"Horny boy..." she tutted. "Youknow you will."

I pulled Quinn against my chest. "Merry Christmas." She nuzzled back into me and sighed.

We made our way out after a few minutes and found Sloane just stepping away from a pair of large stockings, sitting on the floor in front of the tree.

"There wasn't a mantle to hang them from," she said, grinning and glancing at the floor. "I'll leave a horrible review, obviously."

"Sloane..." I mock scolded her. "I thought we said no presents?" I tried to hide a guilty smirk, knowing what I had hidden in my suitcase.

"I know, it's just some little treats," she grinned.

Quinn and I rushed over and picked up our stockings, and quickly dumped them ...