by Vida Zen
He felt the muscles in his groin tighten even more. Their eyes locked and he closed the door behind him. He began removing his jacket and tie as he closed the gap between them. he held her arms out to him, reaching for the buttons on his shirt as soon as he was within reach.
Jackie was impatient; she wanted to feel his skin against hers, none of this taking things slowly. She pulled the edges of his shirt out of his pants then ripped his shirt open, hearing the pinging sounds of the buttons scatter about the room.
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and pulled him closer to her in one fluid movement. He stood between her legs, her hard nipples poking into the material of her dress and digging into his bare chest. She devoured his lips in a heated, lustful kiss.
He ran his hands up her thighs, stopping when he found the hem of her dress. He hooked his hands beneath the hem and began bringing it up her body and over her head. He took a step back for a moment, admiring the beauty of her naked body. She pulled him closer again, found his belt and nearly cut of his circulation as she tried to undo it.
Dean helped her with his belt and pants, dropping them to his ankles before claiming her lips in another passionate kiss. His cock proudly tented his briefs. Jackie hooked her fingers under the waistband and pushed them down around his hips. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed his underwear to his knees then allowed them to fall to his ankles.
He stepped out of his pants and briefs, kicked them to the side then laid her back on her desk, their sweaty, naked bodies pressed together. His cock twitched in anticipation between them, tiny droplets of pre-cum oozing from the engorged head.
“Fuck me Dean,” she panted between kisses.
His lips found her neck and nibbled softly before he made his way down to her pert breasts. He laved a nipple with his tongue, watching it pucker even more before finding the other and tasting it. She reached between them and positioned his rock hard shaft at her slick opening. With her hips, she urged him to thrust into her and fuck her for everything he was worth.
There was nothing tender or passionate about what they were doing. It was primal and it was feral. It was fucking, pure and simple. She needed this. She wanted this. She wanted him.
Dean plunged inside her hot, wet pussy, groaning at the feel of it wrapped around his aching cock. He pulled himself almost all the way out, leaving only the head inside, then plunged back in. His movements were quick and heated; he couldn't help himself. He'd waited for this moment for over a year and there was no way their first time together would be gentle.
Jackie wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper, matching his movements with her own. Their lips met in another lust filled kiss as he continued to pound his throbbing member into her with a ferocity she'd never experienced before.
She felt her orgasm begin to work its way through her body and she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her whole body tensed as pleasure rocked through her. Dean continued to fuck her hard, deep and fast, desperately holding on to his own pending release until she reached hers.
Jackie pulled him closer, digging her nails into his back as her orgasm continued to rock through her. When she reached the height of her climax, she screamed his name, squeezing her legs tighter around him and urging him to find his own release.
Her body fell limp and she reached up and brushed her sweat soaked hair out of her face. His movements had slowed but she could feel he was still hard inside her. She opened her eyes to look at him and saw the need for his release in the features of his face.
She flexed her vaginal muscles around him and heard him groan. As if given permission, he increased his movements again. He reached between them and found the hard nub of her clit with his thumb. She gasped when he touched her there, another climax looming near the edge.
He pounded into her faster, feeling her body tense as another explosive orgasm rocked through her. He thrust into her three more times before his body became rigid. He threw his head back and screamed her name as his hot seed erupted deep within her convulsing pussy.
Dean's body fell limp and he found it difficult to bring himself upright. He was covered with sweat and his knees were weak. He plopped down into the chair behind him, leaning his head back and closing his eyes while he tried to bring his breathing under control.
Jackie laid on her desk, her body humming from not one, but two powerful orgasms. Sex was never this good, at least not that she'd remembered. She held her eyes closed when she felt the warmth of Dean's body leave hers and she wondered if he was still in the room. She took a few deep breaths and listened for any signs of life from Dean. She smiled softly when she heard his deep breathing.
Both of them were silent for several minutes. Dean's eyes were still closed when he heard the rustling of clothing beside him. He opened his eyes to see she was dressed and held his clothes in her arms.
“This was fun, but I've got to get back to my party.” She still sounded breathless. “Everyone will wonder where I've gone and sooner or later someone will come looking for me.”
“Jackie—” Dean started.
“Thank you, Dean. I needed that.” She placed his clothes on the corner of her desk.
Jackie turned and went into her bathroom then emerged a few minutes later, looking the same as when she first arrived. “Take your time.” She refused to look at him as she gathered up her shoes and clutch purse. “I'll see you downstairs.”
Dean just stared at her in shock. He couldn't believe he'd just fucked Jackie, but more so, he couldn't believe she'd just left him sitting there as if nothing had happened. His heart ached and he sighed heavily as he reached for his clothes and began to get dressed. He was certain he'd seen more in her eyes when he walked into her office tonight, but he wondered now if it'd been just an act.
He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up before he finished dressing. He pulled a comb out of his pocket and ran it through his hair then turned and headed out of her office.
* * * *
Two days later....
It was Christmas Eve and Jackie sat in her living room alone. Her parents had called her a few days before the auction and told her they were taking a Caribbean cruise with her aunt and uncle for the holidays. Since Jackie was an only child, she had no other family to spend Christmas with.
She called Patty and learned she and Tom decided to take a romantic holiday at Soaring Eagle resort in Mt. Pleasant . Jackie felt lost. For the first time in her life, she found herself alone.
Dean had tried to call her a few times, but she refused to answer the phone. She knew they still had to go on a date for the auction, but she didn't want to face him after what she'd done. It never dawned on her to ask how he got her number; she'd figured Patty had given it to him.
Jackie sat on her couch in an old pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, nibbling on popcorn from the bowl beside her while she watched It's A Wonderful Life.
“What's so damned wonderful about it?” she said aloud to the emptiness of her living room. “Okay, stop feeling sorry for yourself, Jacks. The way you treat people, you knew sooner or later things would end up like this.”
She took the bowl of popcorn and placed it on the table in front of her then laid back on her couch, pulled the afghan around herself and closed her eyes. She fell asleep almost immediately and was awakened about an hour later by her doorbell ringing.
Slowly, she rose to her feet and glanced at the clock over her computer. She wondered who it could be at almost midnight on Christmas Eve. She flipped on her porch light and didn't bother to look in the peephole before she opened the door. A huge grin spread across her face at the sight before her.
Dean was covered from his neck to his feet in Christmas wrap. A big red bow was tied around him and a pole was protruding from the wrapping behind him. On the end of the pole, directly over his head was a sprig of mistletoe. There was an envelope taped to the front of him above the bow. He smiled at her as she opened her storm door then reached for the envelope.
/> She pulled the card from the envelope and chuckled quietly at the image of Santa standing in front of his reindeer on a roof, the tip of his hat on fire. She opened the card and read the message inside.
I couldn't fit this under your tree. Merry Christmas! Love, Patty. She set the card on the table just inside the door.
Jackie took the few steps to close the gap between them and stood on her tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his lips. As she stepped back, she saw he was still smiling.
“So are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna open your present?” he asked.
Jackie loosened enough of the wrapping paper so that Dean could walk around freely. She grabbed the bow tied around him and pulled him inside.
“I don't open my presents until Christmas morning,” she teased as she closed the door and led him to her bedroom.
One Hot Christmas by Milena Gomez
Hot, Naughty and Nice
Chapter One
California , November 2008
One month before Christmas, my girlfriends started talking about sex while I quietly snuck into the other room to check the voice messages my husband Frank had left me for the day. He'd always had something mundane planned for me to do with his money and I was eager to find out if this time it'd be different. I hadn't had the chance to check my voice mail earlier, since my friends showed up very early in the morning ready to have fun. Now, late in the afternoon when I could finally catch my breath, it was the perfect time to find out.
“I’m going to be home late sweetheart, and you know why, so don’t wait for me. I have a load of work to do. Go out with your girlfriends and party all night like single gals, but don’t stay up for me. I've left money in the stand and I hope it'll be enough for the four of you! Bye.”
“Damn!” I whispered to myself.
“Gaby, this is our reunion, keep away from that phone.”
Vanessa snatched the phone from my hand since she was closest. I had no choice, it was either surrender it to her or toss it away. I wasn't ready to give it up completely. I reached for it after Vanessa took it from me, but she did a good job of playing ‘keep away' with it.
They were talking about sex; something that hadn't existed in my marriage for quite some time. Allow me to make myself more understood. A conversation like this was rare these days. Some of my friends had become mothers, but I never noticed how I'd managed to talk myself into a corner. After all, even the single ones had become hot mammas and still had more sex than me! As a married woman of three years, with no babies to take care of, I should have had a lot to add to the conversations. If only I wasn’t always the quiet one.
Yet I was the hostess of our annual reunion party since each one of us lived in a different state now and I didn’t like that a bit.
I barely said anything as they talked about positions just like the experts they were. They looked through a book titled Sex Divas; a book I'd never heard of.
“Ooh! I've done that!” An exaggerated moan escaped Cynthia's lips then she broke into fits of hysterical laughter, joined by Liz and Vanessa.
Now she's masturbating in front of us? How shameful!
“What happened to doggie style?” Liz asked.
“Now it has a twist! Oh god it makes me so hot to think about my new sex life!” The three continued their hysterical laughter while I secretly cringed.
Since we hadn't talked about sex in awhile, the subject seemed taboo. On top of that, with Frank working all the time, my sex life had faded to the background while the others obviously had adventurous sex lives. I shuddered at the thought of how lame my sex life had become. It was at that moment, the unthinkable happened.
In my head the words played over and over. Am I the only one who hasn't had stupid romps and wet, slick and sizzling animal sex?
“I’m sexually deprived! I'm starving for my husband's cock! How can I get him to notice me, Cynthia?” The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them.
The three women gaped at me in shock at my outburst. Although I thought they'd be clueless or shocked at my revelation, something in their eyes made me feel like they had been up to no good.
“It’s about time you confessed, Gaby. We know you've had an incredibly long dry spell," Vanessa interjected.
“What? No! Frank and I-“
“Love each other.” Liz nodded her head and rolled her eyes.
“We know.” Cynthia and Vanessa chimed in together and then scattered, looking for wood to knock on.
“How would you know?” I asked them at once. “We don’t even live in the same state anymore!” Was it that noticeable?
They stared at me with a dull face and I hated them for it.
“We just know when things are going bad, sweetie,” Vanessa chimed in.
I felt a rush of heat coming to my cheeks as I panicked even more. If they could tell just by looking at me or reading between the lines of miscommunication and nevertheless silence, they were really good then. We've only been apart for a little over a year since I moved to California with Frank. Not much, considering we always stayed in touch. I'd refused to tell them how hopeless I'd been feeling about my marriage in the last few months.
“Love was enough then… and it still is,” I said to them, trying to convince myself that nothing was wrong.
“That’s the problem, love was enough,” Liz interjected. “Gaby, we're talking about now.”
“What's that supposed to mean?” I was shouting now. I couldn't help it. "Love is what makes the sex good!”
“Yeah, but you need to spice it up once in a while. Make it your goal and your world. Just an extra boost, if you will, to keep it fresh. It's not all wham-bam thank-you-ma'am anymore. It does take courage to-“ Vanessa spoke, but never finished which made me wonder if she was up to something.
“What takes courage? Asking Frank directly to jump in the sack as soon as he gets home from a long day at work?"
“Oh no. You can’t do that!” Liz shouted this time.
“Call Kris Krangle first!” Cynthia blurted before Vanessa could say anything. Vanessa looked at her as if she revealed the information too early. The three of them were up to something, all right.
“Who the hell is that?” My puzzlement grew by the minute. Did my friends know the right people?
“Why silly, he's our present for the both of you.” Liz grinned wickedly. "He brings smiles to our New Year's, one Christmas at a time.”
This time it was Vanessa's turn to roll her eyes. “You haven’t got laid with your husband yet. Only Cynthia has!”
Turning to me, she explained everything. “Kris Krangle is an old friend of mine. He's Junior gone bad. Perhaps you've heard of Chris Cringle?“ Vanessa paused when I nodded. ”Sure you have! He's a conservative old guy, and everyone loves him. Anyway, Kris Krangle is Chris Cringle's son. He's considered a pervert though, but Kaye- that’s Kris' nickname by the way- is afraid his father hates him.”
“You know Santa’s son and…Santa?” I asked in my idiocy. I wanted to make sure I'd heard her correctly. A doubt lingered in my mind; I didn’t even believe any of those people existed.
“Uhh…I know he's so naughty and a jin-nn-gle in bed, and this big,“ Cynthia interrupted Vanessa's explanation. She tried to give an adequate description for the size of Kris Krangle's penis. In my eyes she'd failed. There was far too much space between her hands. She indicated his length to be the same as that of an average television remote control. ”But, he gets very sensitive if you call him Santa. He starts to cry like a sissy. Is he gay or something?”
She waved a hand at that. I sympathized with the guy, he loved his father and Cynthia’s mentality didn’t fit mine. I knew deep within my heart, crying never made the woman a real female, just as muscles never made the man a real male. Emotions drew me closer to Krangle, and he might save my marriage after all.
Vanessa waved off Cynthia and continued speaking. She must have known I was already coming to the decision on my own.
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�Gaby, please call him.” She handed me his card. “He can help you and Frank rekindle the flame and keep it alive. He's crazy and he does swing both ways, but he also has a good heart and means well. Help him too, Gaby. Please bring him closer to his father, he really deserves happiness.”
“He's a shrink?” I asked as I glanced at his card.
“Not exactly. He's a one of a kind, learn by experience sexologist.” Vanessa was uncertain of how to categorize him professionally.
“You mean he's a male hooker!” Liz exclaimed.
“Girls, let’s keep an open mind.” Vanessa rolled her eyes yet again, this time at Liz.
“ Okay,” I replied. “I understand.” I continued to glance from Krangle's card to my friends, then back to his card.
“Call me if you need us and we’ll be here in no time.” Vanessa reassured me, since we would not see each other again until further notice. “Come on now, group hug!”
We hugged each other in a circle of true friendship. It was more like family warmth since we had known each other since we were all single gals back when we were hoping to not settle down too soon, so we could party longer and have more fun. Ironically, this gift could either end my marriage or renew it.
"Naughty, naughty, sexy, sexy Christmas!” We all chanted at once the hug was over and then we spread about to knock on wood for the second time.
* * * *
Once alone in my own quiet house, after the hostess party was over and my girlfriends left to settle at a hotel for their last night in California , I wished that I'd asked them to stay with me. But I was immensely tired, both physically and emotionally, even after lighting scented candles and getting ready to soak in the tub. At that time my mind started to wander off into uncertain territory.
How would my friends know Frank and I were doing so badly in bed? Although badly in bed was an understatement, there was nothing going on between us anymore.