by M. C. Decker
“Thanks, but that’s OK. My place is far too much of a mess right now to have my mother over,” she joked, as a piece of greasy pepperoni fell off the pizza she’d been holding.
“Crap! That’s going to leave a stain,” she huffed. “I just bought this shirt too. This is why I can’t have nice things.”
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” I said, reassuringly.
“Oh yeah. You know the secret to getting grease stains out of laundry?”
“Nope, you got me. I actually have no idea. I still throw my whites and colors all in together,” I admitted with a chuckle.
“Right,” she laughed. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get changed into something else that doesn’t make me look like a messy toddler. Can I get you another beer while I’m up?”
“Sure, but I can grab it. Can I get you one?”
“Yeah, sure. You wouldn’t have happened to pick up any dessert to go with this delicious meal, did you?” she asked, walking back to the bedroom.
“Do you think I would dare step into your house without a sugary dessert?” I yelled down the hall.
“You’re a quick study, Dr. Foster. I think I’m going to like having you around,” she said, peeking her head around the door.
“Yeah? I think I’m going to like being around, too,” I responded, taking two more bottles of beer from the fridge. “I shouldn’t actually be getting all the credit for the dessert though. You should really be thanking Franny and Joe. I guess they thought we both needed a fresh piece of rhubarb pie,” I said, picking up the rest of the trash from the table.
“Strawberry rhubarb?” she yelled from the bedroom. “That’s my absolute favorite! Not too sweet and not too sour–the perfect blend,” she added.
“I think you’ve said that about every kind of dessert,” I laughed.
“I can’t help it!”
Walking back into the kitchen, she’d changed into a pair of Rudolph pajama bottoms and a matching T-shirt. I couldn’t help but laugh at her wardrobe selection.
“What?” she giggled. “If we’re going to decorate this place like it should be done, then I needed to commit one hundred percent. I have a Grinch T-shirt in the bedroom that would probably fit you, if you’d like it.”
“Nah, I’m good. I think I’m feeling festive enough without needing a costume,” I said, drawing her in tightly against my chest. Feeling her heartbeat quicken with my touch, I knew she wanted to kiss me again as much as I wanted a second taste of her. I’d been imagining the taste of her lips on mine ever since her vanilla lip balm lingered on my lips for hours after we’d first kissed.
Ashlynn stood on her tiptoes as I clutched the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss, this one more aggressive than the last. As our lips crashed together, my hands became entangled in her hair, only deepening our kiss. As much as I knew she wasn’t ready to rush into anything, I craved her–every last piece of her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I moved away from Ashlynn, knowing I had to get control of the situation. The electricity between us seemed inescapable.
“Are you trying to distract me, so I forget about the Christmas decorating?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.
Maybe? Did it work?” I questioned.
“Almost,” she quipped. “Now let’s get to work.
Ashlynn
“I think that’s all of them,” I yelled down the stairs as Carson carried up the last of the boxes.
“That was a lot more than twenty,” he huffed, setting the box in the living room. “I won’t have to go to the gym for a week now.”
“Shut up! It wasn’t that bad!” I said, swatting him on the arm.
“How does one person even have this much Christmas stuff? I really think you could decorate the North and South poles and still not run out of ornaments!”
“I’ve been collecting it since I was a kid. Every year for Christmas, I would ask for more ornaments and decorations to add to my hope chest. Once I moved out on my own, it really snowballed–no pun intended,” I giggled.
“Where do you even start?” he asked, scratching his chin.
“That’s a silly question, Harvard grad! You always start with the Christmas tree!”
“Wait! The apparent queen of Christmas doesn’t get a real tree?” he quizzed.
“No, I just put up the same artificial one each year. I never wanted to go alone to pick out a real one,” I explained with sadness in my voice
“I think we should go get one then,” he suggested.
“Nah, the fake one is fine. We don’t have to go out. The tree farm is probably closed by now anyway,” I rebutted.
“I think it’s open for another forty-five minutes or so,” he said, glancing at his watch. “Come on, I’ll even splurge and buy you a hot chocolate.”
“With extra marshmallows?” I asked, my voracious appetite suddenly aroused. This boy really did know how to play dirty. He knew chocolate–or any sugary confection for that matter–was my weakness. I’d just told him so.
“Well that’s a given,” he agreed. “Now what do you say?”
“Fine, you win, but I need to go change my clothes again!” I laughed. Clearly, I couldn’t be caught in public wearing Rudolf across my heinie.
“Why? I think you’re adorable just the way you are. Besides, it’s the right time to be festive!” he encouraged.
“If you say so,” I chuckled. “I’ll just grab a hoodie then. I don’t want to freeze out there!”
Ashlynn
I OPENED THE front door for Carson as he dragged the fresh pine into the house. Steve Urkel immediately jumped off his cat tower to come over and investigate.
“Get back, Urkel. I don’t think you’ll want to get a pine tree needle stuck in your nose,” I laughed as the cat sniffed the tree.
“Are there any more bags in the car?” I asked Carson as he closed the front door behind him.
“No, I think we got all fifteen of them,” he laughed. “I’m still not sure how a trip to the tree farm turned into a two-hour trip to the department store.”
“Because I’ve never had a fresh tree before. I needed a new stand, new skirt, bigger lights, and a different topper,” I explained.
“OK, fine. But, how do you explain the ten new ornaments?”
“It’s obviously a bigger tree, Carson,” I yelled as he stood the tree up in its stand.
“Oh OK. Something tells me you would’ve had enough in your forty boxes already stacked around your living room.”
“You hush!” I laughed. “Besides, this was all your idea. I was perfectly content on putting up my old, artificial tree. In fact, I think I’ll still put that one up, too–maybe in the dining room by the sliding door.”
“Let’s just concentrate on this one first,” he suggested, pointing to Steve Urkel who was busily climbing up the trunk of the tree. Good thing I bought that squirt bottle while we were at the store.
“Steve Urkel, you get down from there,” I shouted as the cat momentarily paused to stare at me before climbing higher up the tree.
“I can tell this isn’t going to go over so well,” I said, sighing in defeat.
“He’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t chew on the cords like that poor cat in ‘National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation,’” he snickered.
“I love that movie–or the part where the giant icicle goes through the neighbor’s window,” I giggled. “We can watch it if you want? I mean if you want to stay. I know it’s getting late, and we have to work in the morning,” I sidetracked.
“I’d love to,” he answered with hesitation. “Why don’t you start the movie and I’ll go wash this sap off my hands,” he chuckled, sticking his fingers together.
“I don’t think we actually need to watch the movie. It appears we’re already living it,” I joked.
With the movie playing in the background, I threw a ball of wadded lights at Carson to get untangled. “What am I supposed to do with these?” he asked in mock horror.
“You graduated from medical school which means you had a surgical rotation. Now get busy and untangle those lights,” I demanded.
“I probably should’ve paid more attention in that rotation,” he muttered under his breath.
“What was that, Doc?” I asked with a laugh.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” he huffed. “Can I ask why we bought all new lights if I have to untangle the old ones anyway?
“Because I need both the big lights and little lights on the tree. Go big or go home, right?”
“Right now, I’m thinking home seems like the best option,” he snickered.
“You don’t mean that,” I refuted.
“You’re right, I don’t. But this is still pretty awful,” he admitted.
After we’d strung the lights and garland on the tree, I picked up the first ornament from the box. “Before you hang that one, I have an early Christmas present for you,” he said, picking up a medium-sized, wrapped box next to the arm of the chair. “Where have you been hiding that all this time,” I asked, shocked that I hadn’t noticed it before.
“What can I say? I’m just that good,” he laughed, handing me the package.
“But, Christmas is still weeks away and I don’t have anything yet for you. Are you sure you don’t want to wait?” I asked.
“Don’t argue with me, Ashlynn. Just open it,” he instructed, kissing me on the tip of the nose.
“Fine,” I said, ripping off the paper and opening the gift box. “Oh my god, I love it,” I said, pulling out a beautiful, heart-shaped glass ornament. Taking a better look at it, I saw the inscription: Carson & Ashlynn—First Christmas Together.
“I don’t know what to say,” I said, a stray tear falling down my cheek.
“Say you’ll be my girlfriend–say you’ll be mine,” he whispered, wiping a tear away with his thumb.
“I will,” I whispered. “This is the sweetest, most caring thing that anyone has ever done for me. I don’t deserve you, Carson Foster.”
“I want to make traditions with you, Ashlynn Sommers. Good memories that will far outweigh the bad,” he said, opening my heart wider to him. “I want to pick out the perfect Christmas tree with you every year on the first of November. I want to give you a different ornament each year that you’ll hang on the tree first. And, last but certainly not least, I want to make love to you under the twinkling lights until dawn brings us a new day.”
“I think I want that too,” I said, his lips meeting mine, our tongues entwining together.
Placing lingering kisses on my lips, Carson slowly pulled away. “You think, or you want, Ashlynn? Those words have two entirely different meanings. I need you to be sure.”
“I want you, Carson.”
Hearing my words, Carson wrapped his arms around my waist, and slowly pulled my shirt up by its hem, unveiling my red and black satin bra.
“Well aren’t you just the most delectably wrapped package,” he growled. “You lied when you said you didn’t have a present for me.”
“I have a secret,” I whispered, kissing him just below the ear. “The bottom matches the top.”
“Fuck me. This I have to see,” he groaned. Standing, I began teasing him by slowly untying my pajama bottoms letting them fall to my feet. Carson’s jaw dropped as I stood there in only my bra and panties. Leaning back on his palms, I watched as his gray eyes took me in completely. Observing him as he watched me might have been the sexiest sight I’d ever witnessed.
“Come here,” he said, tugging me into his lap. Stradling his legs, he peppered kisses across my chest and neck before capturing my lips with his. Pulling back, he looked me right in the eyes, his intensity catching me by surprise. “Are you sure this is what you want? I can wait for you as long as you need me to.”
“Carson, I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so badly in my entire life. I want you. Please take me there,” I nearly begged, my chest pressing against his. Trying to calm my nerves, my mind began to unravel as Carson reached behind me, unclasping my bra.
“Perfection,” he moaned, rubbing his smooth palms across my chest. “Can I taste them?” he asked, seeking my approval once more.
“You don’t have to ask each time you want to touch me. I’m fine. I promise I’ll tell you if I need to stop,” I reassured him.
Nodding in understanding, he gently sucked on both breasts before lightly biting down on my nipple. Not wanting to let the other go unnoticed, he used the pad of his thumb to gently flick the other sensitive bud.
Carson’s hands and mouth hadn’t moved south of my breasts, but I was convinced at that moment I could finally come with just that pleasure alone. Carson Foster was certainly good with his hands–just as I’d dreamed all those weeks earlier.
“Where are your vibrators,” he asked, surprising me.
“In my bedroom, top dresser drawer,” I panted. Before having a chance to ask any more questions, Carson was up and walking toward the bedroom. After just a few seconds, he returned with one of my vibrators.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked, my breathing unsteady.
“I’m going to show you just how to work this thing,” he said with a grin. “Now sit back and spread those beautiful legs for me.”
Doing just as Carson instructed, I sat back on the couch, spreading my legs wide open for him, the only barrier between us was just the thin piece of satin of my underwear.
“As pretty as these are, I think they need to go,” he said, rubbing his fingers across my covered pussy. Turning on the vibrator, he replaced his fingers with the toy, running it over my core.
“Please, Carson,” I begged, already feeling sensations that were quite new to me.
“Lift up,” he said, patting me on the side of the thigh. Lifting my hips as Carson instructed, he quickly peeled my underwear off my body, tossing them across the room with the rest of my clothing.
“Fuck, you’re so ready. You’re glistening,” he growled, running the vibrator from the slit of my ass up to my pussy where the vibration alone nearly rocked me over the edge.
Spreading my legs further apart, Carson took that as a sign and glided the vibrator into my pussy stopping right over my clit.
Working the vibrator with one hand, Carson used his free hand to pinch and caress my pert nipples.
“Oh god,” I moaned, causing him to pinch a bit harder.
“You like that?” he asked, sliding the vibrator even further into my pussy.
“Oh my god, Carson. I think I’m going to come,” I said, right as he turned off the vibrator.
“Why-Why did you do that?” I protested, trying to catch my breath. “I was just about to have an orgasm. Why did you stop me?
“I just wanted to show you that you could do it,” he said. “But there’s no way I’m actually going to let you come unless it’s around my cock.”
Without hesitation, he yanked off his shirt, throwing it aside with the others. It was now my turn to take in the man that stood before me. His chiseled six-pack was everything I’d imagined it to be. His perfectly sculpted abs led right down to a mouth-watering V on his hips. I imagined using my tongue to trace the light trail of hair from the bottom of his abdomen that led to just below his belt.
“If you’re done enjoying the previews, we can get ready for the show,” he said, unbuckling his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor.
My eyes roaming over the bulge in his shorts, I motioned for Carson to come closer. Placing my hand on the band of his boxer briefs, I slowly pulled them down, exposing his fully erect cock. Noticing the glint on the head, I instinctively bent down and licked the tip. Looking up at him, I began bobbing my head up and down. “Oh fuck, Ashlynn. As perfect and unexpected as this is, I don’t think I can hold out much longer,” he moaned. “I need to be inside you.”
Picking me up and carrying me back to the bedroom, he gently placed me on the center of the bed before crawling on top of me.
Looking at me with concern in his eyes,
I answered him without having to hear his words. “Top drawer of the nightstand,” I said.
Reaching over me, he opened the drawer, pulling out a foil-wrapped condom. Unwrapping it, he carefully sheathed his cock in its entirety before gently guiding himself into me. Exhaling sharply as he fully entered me, I moved slightly beneath him to fully open myself to his girth.
“Are you, all right?” he asked, sinking deeper into my pussy.
“So good,” I moaned. “In fact, I’ve never felt better,” I assured him.
Arching my back, Carson began sucking on my nipples. Rocking back and forth, the sound of his balls smacking against my ass had me on the precipice of my release. Digging my fingers into his back, he feverishly kissed me as he continued to fill me to the hilt with each thrust.
His breathing became ragged and I knew he was close to his release. I’d been in this same position more times than I cared to admit, and each time I faked it just so the men could get it over with and leave. Not this time–not with Carson. This time it felt different. This time I wanted everything he could give me.
“Come for me, Gorgeous,” he panted, pounding himself harder into my core. “I want to feel your pussy spasm around my cock. I want to feel you come for me.”
“Please, don’t stop! Oh god, I’m so close,” I screamed, curling my toes in anticipation.
“We’re going to do this together. You understand?” he asked.
Nodding my head, he reached down between us and began stroking my clit as he simultaneously slammed into my pussy once more, sending me over the edge. Rocking his hips back and forth once more, he came undone with his own orgasm. Resting my head against the pillow, I was overcome by emotion, tears streaming down my face.
“Are you OK? Did I hurt you?” Carson asked, rolling over onto his side.
“I’m fine,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. “That was just so incredible. I didn’t think I could ever feel that way. You made me feel that way. Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” he said with a grin, placing a kiss on my forehead. “You’re the one who’s incredible.”
