He let go of my head and I watched as a young redhead with small tits furiously plunged her tongue into the asshole of a beautiful blonde who was bent over the couch, her mouth full of the drummer’s meaty cock. At the same time a mid-forties woman rode his face like a mechanical bull.
The stranger quickly pulled out of me and flipped me effortlessly onto my back, allowing me to see his face for the first time. I realized with astonishment that I had watched him on the stage. He had been the singer of the opening act. His dark eyes glinted with amusement as he watched the look of recognition spread across my face.
“Surprised?”
Before I could answer he moved up my body, pinning my arms on either side of my head with his legs, and filled my gaping mouth with his throbbing dick. I enjoyed being trapped under him while he pushed his cock in and out of my face, fucking my mouth. I could taste his pre-cum, salty on my tongue as he mercilessly plowed his dick in and out of my mouth. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he blew his load and I couldn’t wait to taste his cum.
A soft, feminine tongue flickered between my legs and into my mound and I raised my hips up to meet her tongue. She licked small, tantalizing circles around my clit as the singer filled my throat with hot, sticky cum, which seeped out of the side of my mouth as I tried to swallow the overflowing mouthful of gushing seed.
He stood up, unpinning my arms, and I tangled my fingers through the curly brown hair of the woman whose face was buried in my pussy. I watched with excitement as one of the crewmen approached her naked ass swaying up in the air and could see him slowly rub the head of his dick into her asshole. She gasped in surprise but then continued to lick my cum filled folds as she pushed her ass back against his member. He plunged his rod into her ass, gripping her hips tightly as she jerked forward.
Watching him stuff his cock deep into her tight asshole was too much for me and I instantly came again, the white hot lightning running through my body from my trembling clit and pulsing outward through my body in shattering waves. I pushed her head away, now extremely sensitive, and watched the blond crewman thrust his hips, pushing his shaft all the way inside her ass as she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
He pumped her asshole wildly, tightly holding her by the hips as she hoarsely cried out for more. I leaned in and rubbed my fingers along her clit, and she quickly came, flailing spastically while the man fucked her in the ass hard. Suddenly he pulled and out shot his thick ropes over her backside, smearing the glistening jizz over her fat bottom as she breathed jagged, sharp breaths, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I found Laurel with cum dripping down her thigh, fumbling to put her dress back on. She was out of breath and seemed weak in the knees as I approached her and helped her get it over her head and shoulders, buttoning up the back.
The party was gearing down as many of the men were lying on the floor, exhausted, their cocks now flaccid. Some of the women were still grinding and fucking each other, but I got what I’d come for, so I found my dress and slipped it on.
As Laurel and I headed for the exit I glanced back into the room one last time to see if I could spot the man who had fucked me twice tonight. I couldn’t distinguish him from the growing group of tired, sweaty bodies now spent and lying on the couches and floor.
I smugly smiled to myself, knowing I was the only girl in the room who had managed to become a groupie before I even used my all-access backstage pass, and left arm in arm with Laurel.
THE END
12
Silver Bells
Chapter 1 - Adam
The streets are bustling with life as busy shoppers all search for perfect gifts. I breathe in the fresh mountain air and feel at home in the gentle chaos. After living abroad for years, it’s nice to finally be back in Vancouver. I missed the Canadian way people apologize when they brush against each other, or the way people smile as they open a door for you. It’s been a long time since I’ve made it back to my old stomping grounds. For so many years, work took over, well, everything. When you’re the CEO of a fortune five hundred, any time off, any vacations can be lost opportunities. Potential sales missed. Customers gone. I built that company from the ground. It was my baby. My wife. My life.
And then two things happened. I turned fifty and my brother died.
Those two things, they’re impossible to separate now. Bobby died in a car crash three days after the fiftieth birthday I was too busy to celebrate. I mean, I went out for sushi with coworkers. I had some sake, but it wasn’t a real milestone. There was no cake, no songs, no reminiscing about how far we’d all come. Instead, there were discussions about the fiscal year projections and polite conversations that any human resources manager would be proud to overhear.
It was boring. Soulless. Empty.
I went home that night and, for the first time since I started my business, I realized how completely hollow I felt inside. I took a few days off work, something I’d never done. Ever. You’d probably think that I started planning a vacation. Or maybe I went out on the town and did something crazy. Something unexpected.
You’d be wrong.
The truth was, I had no idea what to do. So I did nothing. I hung around my penthouse condo in my pajamas for two days and, without a meeting to rush off to or a pile of paperwork to comb through, I had no idea what to do with myself. It was pathetic.
Then I got the phone call. Bobby was gone. A man who knew how to live each and every day like it was his last had finally lived his last day. I blink back tears at the memory. I don’t want to relive the pain. That day I packed up for Bobby’s funeral and came back home. I’ve never gone back, and I never will.
A couple of younger guys wearing snowboarding gear walk down the sidewalk toward me. I smile as they go past, remembering how my little brother and I used to practically live on the slopes around here when we were young. Back then we only worked for fun, saving money from our part-time jobs for skiing and partying. Cash never meant anything more than the potential to have a good time. We didn’t care if we ate fancy meals or wore tailored suits. As long as we were together and living each day, it was all we needed.
The colorful memory of my brother and I racing down a trail at Grouse Mountain fades and the world slides back into the muted hues of reality. I catch a glimpse of myself in the huge glass department store window and sigh. That young man is long gone. Now, with my silver hair and lines etched into my face, the only thing that remained the same as back then is my eyes. I blink past the reflection of my baby blues and take a sharp breath in as I gaze up inside the glass.
A woman is busy putting together a Christmas display on the other side of the glass. I might not look the same as I did back then, but I know in a second that it’s Amelia Harrington. Her brown hair is streaked with silver wisps now and she has laugh lines around her deep brown eyes, but my heart knows her at first glance. Her pink lips are still kissably full.
Not that I ever did kiss them.
I can’t help but watch her. I study the way her body has curved with age. Just like a fine, full-bodied wine, she’s grown sweeter as the years have passed. A yearning that I haven’t felt since I was a man half my age overwhelms me. I would’ve thought that after all these years my heart would forget her, but with every single heartbeat pounding in my ears, I know that was just a lie I told myself.
I should go inside. Talk to her. Sweep her up in my arms and give her the kiss I didn’t back then. I should ask her to skip out on work and go snowboarding with me and then make love to her passionately by a warm fire in a mountaintop chalet.
Maybe I should, but I don’t. A cold blast of wind hits my ears and I turn up my coat collar and walk up the street. Jamming my hands in my pockets, I try to forget about it. After all, there’s no use in living in the past, right? Each deliberate step I take makes my heart scream, “Go back!” But I force my feet forward and keep going. I’m not the man I used to be. I just need to accept that.
Chapter 2 - Amelia
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p; “All right, everyone, gather in! There are some blankets for anyone who needs to snuggle up. I can’t believe we actually got some snow this year. It’s so wonderful!” My cousin, Heather, clasps her hands together dramatically as she ushers everyone into the back of the horse-drawn sleigh.
As a theatre arts teacher at the high school, you could say drama is in her blood. There’s nothing she loves more than these huge holiday themed parties. For all her eye-roll worthy moments, I will say this, she knows how to put together an awesome celebration. This year she’s even gone through the trouble of renting this horse-drawn sleigh, complete with jingle bells, and later she keeps telling us we’ve got a “secret visitor dressed in red” coming.
I climb up into the back of the wooden, red sleigh with golden trim work and take a seat on the bench. This is the first year I’ve gotten back out to one of Heather’s parties. When I lost Tim a couple of years ago to cancer, I didn’t believe there was much worth celebrating in life anymore. He was my high school sweetheart and an amazing husband, and when he passed away it left a gaping hole in my life that no amount of eggnog or family parties could plaster over.
Looking around the benches, almost everyone here is coupled up. I never thought I’d want that again for myself. I figured we all get one true love and I was lucky enough to spend thirty-two years with mine. It almost seemed greedy to even consider allowing myself to look for that again. But still, as I look at the smiling, silver-haired couples around me, I can’t help but miss that. The other day at the department store I even found myself checking out a sexy man’s butt as he walked away. I felt the embers of a fire down below that I thought had been extinguished forever.
“Hee-yaw!” the driver calls out and the sled lurches forward in the moonlit snow. It’s pretty rare that we get to enjoy the white stuff out here. Most Christmases are rainy around Vancouver, but this year we’ve got about two inches of loosely packed powder on the ground. It always makes it feel so much more like the holidays when there’s a bit of snow.
The droning buzz of the couples around me talking lets me fade into a distant memory. When was the last time I went out on a sleigh ride like this? It must have been when I was sixteen. Wow, that was a couple of lifetime’s ago, yet it feels like yesterday.
I remember it was Winter Fest and most of my grade eleven class was there. Everyone was nipping drinks from a flask that the man who would become my husband brought with him. We weren’t together then. Not yet. Instead, I sat with, what was his name?
Adam Balfour.
Wow, I haven’t thought of him in years. He was a handsome young man with piercing blue eyes and broad shoulders. That night we laughed and nestled up together on the back of the sled.
“You’re so beautiful, Amelia,” he murmured as the horses clopped to a stop to let us off.
“Thank you.” I blushed, but I didn’t want to look away. There was a spark between us that I didn’t want to miss.
Adam leaned into me, brushing my hair from my rosy cheek, and I felt fluttery inside. Nervous and giddy all at the same time. I just knew he was going to kiss me. I could practically detect the electricity popping between us.
But then, he didn’t. Instead, he stood up and held out his hand, lifting me to my feet. After the sleigh ride, he ended up introducing me to Tim. The rest was history.
I blink and snap back from the distant, foggy dream. The horses breathe puffs of mist into the cool night air as our sleigh circles back around to my cousin’s beautiful house.
“Okay, that was fun,” Heather announces. “Let’s get back inside and get warmed up. Brrr!” She pretends to shiver like she’s putting on a play.
The ride comes to a halt and the men lead the women down the sled and help them out onto the snow. I’m in no rush to get inside. I’m not cold. Memories from long ago have already sparked the heat inside me, leaving me glowing with a simple yearning. To be kissed once again.
Chapter 3 - Adam
It’s a bit too warm in here with this costume on. Who knew red velvet and fur trim could be so heavy? My black boots clomp along the aged wooden floors as the first rosy-cheeked guests come in from their sleigh ride.
“Ho, ho, ho!” I slip into character and cheerfully wave.
It’s funny, there are no children here. This party is just for adults. Most of them are around my age. However, when they walk in the door it’s clear that the magic of Christmas comes alive in their eyes just from seeing me. There’s something about this time of year that we just can’t give up on. Even after we become cynical or learn some of the hard lessons life teaches us, we still need that glimmering strand of hope that hangs like tinsel from a tree, shimmering all around us.
“Oh, it’s old Saint Nick.” One of the men draws his wife’s attention to me. Her eyes sparkle as she soaks in the expensive suit rental.
“He looks wonderful.” She sighs.
I don’t mind putting on a bit of a show. Heather and I were never close through the years. As a cousin that was married into my brother’s family, she was much more a stranger than family. Still, if there’s anything I learned when I lost him, it’s that life is too short to say no. I spent more than enough years locked away in my office, turning down everything that wasn’t a business opportunity, and where did it land me?
Lonely. Bitter. Heartbroken.
Not anymore.
“Merry Christmas,” I drawl out the words and give another, “Ho, ho, ho!” Just for good measure.
I’m enjoying the smiles from the crowd, soaking in their attention and happiness when it all comes to a crashing halt. She walks in the door and I’m pretty sure time stands still. My eyes lock on hers and my heart thuds in my chest.
Amelia.
She looks stunning.
“Okay, everyone, there are some refreshments and some adult punch over on the table.” Heather comes bursting into the room like a whirlwind. The room comes back to life as she snaps my attention over to her. “Feel free to grab some desserts and mingle, mingle, mingle,” she practically sings her words.
I scan the crowd of strangers until I track down Amelia. I spot her with a cup of punch in her hand, standing back and watching the room from beside a massive Christmas tree. I make my way to her side.
“Ho, ho! Amelia, do you think you’ve been a good girl this year? Or do you think you made it onto Santa’s naughty list?”
She turns and her eyes widen as her cheeks flush crimson. “Excuse me? Do I know you?” Her tone is hushed.
“I know everyone, of course,” I carry on. “I know that you have a way of capturing the room and that you’ve had a way of capturing my heart since we were only kids.”
Amelia squints at me, trying to figure out who is hiding behind this fake, white beard and Santa hat. “Oh, is that so?” Her eyes twinkle.
“It is.”
“Well, Santa, I’ve always been a good girl. Even when I was younger, so you must have me mixed up with someone else. Although, I have always had a thing for older men,” she teases me.
“And I’ve always had a thing for you.” I tug down the beard and Amelia gasps.
“Adam?” Her face burns bright as she bites her bottom lip and looks over me again, this time scrutinizing every detail. “I can’t believe it’s you,” she whispers.
Chapter 4 - Amelia
I can’t believe after all these years, it’s really him. He steps in closer to me and I am transported to a different time with one whiff of his cologne. Like the decades that have passed since we went to Winterfest have dissolved. Not that he looks like it’s been decades anyway. His bright blue eyes sparkle mischievously at me.
That feeling overtakes me once again. That fluttery nervousness roils around inside me as I look up at his full lips and wonder if, after all this time, we’ll finally have that kiss.
“You know, I don’t know if you remember this”—his voice is thick and comforting—“but a long time ago, I almost kissed you.”
“Did you?” I try to sound su
rprised, but my voice just comes out breathy.
“It’s true. It was at a Christmas party, just like this one. And I’m not a superstitious man, but now that I’ve met you again at another Christmas party, I feel like I need to do what I should have done back then.”
“Not to mention there’s that.” I point over his head and he glances up at the mistletoe we’ve stepped under.
“That seals it.” His arms wrap around me and he leans into me. His lips tenderly cover mine in a sensual, warm kiss that heats me up. Especially the heat that pools between my legs.
I moan into Adam’s mouth, forgetting that we’re in a room full of people, letting myself melt into him. Letting our tongues collide and twist together as I breathe him into my lungs. I finally pull back and look around the room self-consciously, but luckily, if anyone saw us, they aren’t making a big thing about it.
“I wish you had done that years ago.” I peer up at Adam from under my lashes.
“So do I,” he agrees. Scanning the crowd, he nods toward the door. “Would you like to go for a walk? Maybe catch up a bit?
“I’d love that.”
Adam’s fingers wrap around mine and he leads me out into the winter’s night, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into him tight. The frosty air is no match for his radiating heat.
“Where have you been all this time?” I let myself lean into the safety of his arms.
“I wish I could say I’d been living an exciting life, but I can’t help but think of the life I missed out on by leaving this place.”
Our feet crunch on the snow as the moon above makes it glisten before us. “I’m sorry to hear that.” My heart squeezes.
“Don’t be. I’ve had a good life. I built a company up from the ground. I’ve had more success than many. But, I just realized I was missing out on something, you know? Like that company and the money didn’t fill a void that grew inside me. One that I might not have had if I didn’t leave Vancouver, and you, Amelia, behind.”
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