Her Christmas Love: A Feel Good Christmas Romance

by Hayes, Emily

  “Katrina, Katrina, I’m going to cum. Oh god, I’m going to cum so hard for you!” Beads of sweat were forming across Mickey’s brow, and her skin became very warm. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” An explosion of pleasure burst within Mickey as she shouted out with bliss.

  By accident, Mickey squeezed Katrina’s body, causing the petite woman to squeal.

  “Ow, Mickey, you’re digging your hands into me!”

  Katrina yelped while laughing at the same time.

  “Oh, I am so sorry! Sorry, Katrina,” Mickey replied breathlessly. The blissful feeling spread across her body, down towards her limbs. Mickey was shaking with ecstasy as a relieved satisfaction washed over her. “God, that felt so

  good. Mmmm, I’m sorry for squeezing you so hard.” Mickey looked down at Katrina’s face and met her lips with a passionate kiss.

  “Seeing you cum was so hot, Mickey. I’m glad that you could make that happen. I love seeing a woman in rapture.”

  Katrina said as she rested her cheek back on Mickey’s chest.

  The pair lay together in silence, enjoying their post-orgasm glow. While Mickey felt amazing physically, she also felt a pang of guilt. She wanted Katrina to pleasure her, but she was finding it difficult to let go of control. It had happened so many times before and it was happening again. Hopefully, as their connection grew, she would feel more comfortable in the future.

  “Hey, Katrina. Listen, I want you to know that I think you are incredibly sexy and that you have an amazing touch. It just takes me a bit of time to feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable, you know?” Mickey said softly as she gently stroked Katrina’s hair.

  In a muffled voice, Katrina replied, “I understand, Mickey. It’s okay. There is lots of time for us to explore, and I am not going anywhere.” Katrina shifted her gaze to look up at Mickey’s face. “I really like you too. I think you’re pretty amazing.”

  Mickey’s heart swelled with joy and relief. “Whew, okay, Katrina. Thank you for understanding. All I need is time, and I am looking forward to having more of that with you.”

  The women held one another as the light from Mickey’s bedroom window began to fade. Within a few minutes, they drifted off into a peaceful slumber, melting into the warmth of their mutual body heat.

  16

  Katrina stirred cream into her coffee as her mind wandered back to the night before with Mickey.

  She has fallen asleep at her house for an hour and woke up with a start. Fearing another confrontation with Kristin, Katrina bolted out quickly, so that she could make it home in time. And while Katrina had enjoyed herself immensely, she felt slighted by the fact that she couldn’t make Mickey orgasm on her own.

  Before becoming a mother, Katrina had prided herself on her sexual prowess. Based on responses from past lovers. She knew that she possessed oral skills and experience to bring pleasure to the body, and she loved to see women enjoying themselves under her touch. And while Katrina was a femme, she was no pillow princess. In fact, she hated that stereotype that every queer femme was a bottom. Katrina had the ability to switch roles, and she felt that aspect made her a well-rounded romantic partner.

  Maybe Mickey is right; perhaps it’s just a matter of time and comfort. Even though Katrina felt slightly frustrated, she was also aware that this wasn’t about her. Katrina knew that she needed to exercise patience, and she was willing to put in the effort. She only hoped that Mickey would eventually come around.

  Katrina decided to focus her energy on her upcoming visit to Lix. She was elated that Mickey was cool with seeing her there, and she was particularly impressed by Mickey’s generous offer of guest list and a tour. Her excitement started to replace her frustration as she thought about what she was going to wear.

  Well, it’s a good thing that I have these sexy outfits for Minx. Katrina thought as she considered the options in her closet. She continued to slurp her coffee when Jackson teetered into the kitchen.

  “How is my sleepy boy this morning?” Katrina looked down lovingly at her son and tousled his soft hair, which was in disarray.

  “Good morning, Mommy. When is Christmas again, how long?” Jackson asked, rubbing his eyes.

  “Only two weeks left, my love. Do you know that means?” Katrina knelt down to wipe morning crust from her son’s eyes. Jackson shook his head back and forth.

  “It means that Christmas is in less than a month, and you need to be extra good for Santa, okay?” Katrina urged.

  “Did you have fun with Kristin yesterday?”

  “Yeah, I guess. I promise I will be good, Mommy. Can we watch the movies again on Christmas Eve, like we always do?” Jackson looked up with puppy dog eyes, a look that always melted Katrina’s heart.

  “Yes, of course, we will!” Katrina then thought about the conversation she had with Mickey about Christmas Eve traditions. Katrina then fantasized about what it may be like to have Mickey join them. She knew it wouldn’t be possible because of Mickey’s responsibilities at Lix, but it was fun for Katrina to imagine regardless.

  “I have a question for you, Jackson. What if someone special came over to join us for Christmas movies?” Katrina inquired.

  “What do you mean, Mom? Like a special friend?”

  Jackson looked confused.

  Katrina nodded gently. “Yup, exactly. Like a special friend of Mommy’s. Would you like that, or would you like it to be just you and me by ourselves?”

  Jackson butted his forehead against Katrina’s midsection and rubbed his face into her belly. As she tousled his hair, he looked up and said, “Mommy, I like having more friends with us on Christmas Eve. It’s a happy time, and everyone should be able to have fun with us.”

  Jackson’s response caught Katrina off guard as she heartily laughed. “Well, okay then, mister! I like your answer. No promises, but I agree, it’s good to have the people we care about around during the holidays.” She gently pried him away from her legs. “It’s time to get ready for school now, Jackson.” Katrina stood up, ready to start the day and to help prepare Jackson to leave the house.

  Today might be Friday, but my weekend starts on Sunday night at Lix. The fatigue that Katrina was feeling earlier in the morning was soon replaced with anticipation, as her excitement to visit the women’s-only nightclub grew.

  I am more eager to see Lix than Santa Clause, but given a chance, I would sit on Mickey’s knee anytime!

  AT 10:00 PM, a taxi pulled up in front of the main entrance of Lix. Katrina and the other women who were attending had decided to meet at Minx for a quick pre-drink. Five employees were going; Tyra, Candy, a newer dancer named Staci, Queenie, and herself. In particular, Katrina was grateful that Staci has decided to join them.

  For some reason, this odd-numbered group made Katrina feel more comfortable. If it had only been four women, Katrina was afraid that Queenie might have mistaken this outing as a double date. Katrina was fully aware that Queenie had her lecherous eyes on her, and she

  was hoping that Staci—a Caribbean stunner—would serve as a distraction for Queenie as well as a buffer between Katrina and Queenie.

  “Oh my goodness, this is it, everyone!” Tyra exclaimed, with her hand planted firmly on Candy’s knee. Katrina and three of the ladies were squished in the back seat while Queenie was sitting in the front beside the taxi driver. She turned her neck to face the group, “It sure is! Wow, look at all of those honeys in line.”

  The group turned to the right to glance at the line-up of women, waiting to get into Lix. The taxi pulled to the curb as the women spilled out; a smattering of high heels click-clacked onto the pavement.

  Katrina turned to the others. “So, Mickey, the manager, said that we don’t need to wait in line. We just head up to the front and ask for her.”

  “That is so exciting, Katrina. Thanks for hooking that up for us!” Candy squealed, giving Katrina a high-five. “Come on, ladies, let’s strut!”

  The women grabbed each other’s hands and walked in a horizo
ntal line up to the front entrance, choosing to ignore the dirty looks from some patrons who had been patiently waiting. Katrina felt both ten years younger and older at the same time. It had been around a decade since she had partied in a nightclub, and she was enjoying the superficial thrill of skipping the line.

  Katrina had waited until she was at Minx to let the other women know about the guest list. In part, she wanted it to be a fun surprise for the other women, but she also wanted to ration the amount of personal information she was sharing. Katrina did, however, decide to omit the part where she was actually sleeping with Mickey. The last thing Katrina wanted was to be the center of gossip and speculation, and she was also aware that Mickey valued her privacy when it came to private affairs.

  Katrina led the foursome and addressed the bouncer, who was managing the crowd. “Hi, my name is Katrina, and we’re under Mickey’s guest list.” The white, heavy-set, tattooed bouncer, whose name tag read Carol, checked her clipboard. She reminded Katrina of a biker momma, intimidating yet slightly nurturing.

  Running her eyes down the list, she located Katrina’s party. “Yep, here you are! Welcome to Lix, ladies.” Carol spoke into her headset as the speakers crackled with a muffled sound. “You can all wait inside at the front corridor.

  Mickey will be right over to greet you. Have fun!”

  The group of women gingerly stepped into the nightclub and positioned themselves off to the side. Staci looked around, taking in the atmosphere. “Wow, this place looks huge so far. I can already hear the music, and we aren’t even completely inside yet!”

  Ever the preening peacock, Queenie assumed a dominant posture, eyeing the other guests as they entered.

  With her hands planted firmly on her hips, she looked as though she was ready to flirt and feast on the pleasures of female flesh. “There are so many hot women here; Black, white, Hispanic…” Queenie shook her head with delighted disbelief. “I think I want to taste every color of the rainbow, if you know what I am saying!” Queenie elbowed Tyra as the two of them snickered.

  Within a few moments Mickey appeared, and Katrina felt her knees go weak. She couldn’t help but smile and swoon over how professional and handsome Mickey looked in her Lix uniform.

  “Hey, everyone! I’m Mickey, the General Manager of Lix.

  I am here to show you around the club. Is this everyone’s first time?” Mickey asked, sneaking in a quick smile and wink in Katrina’s direction.

  The women collectively nodded while Queenie spoke up.

  “I have heard so much about this place. Is it true you can fuck in here?”

  Tyra chimed in, beside Queenie. “Is there an actual dungeon here too?” Candy squeezed Tyra’s hand and rested her head on Tyra’s shoulder.

  Mickey grinned and bobbed her head in affirmation.

  “Yes, and yes. There is an outdoor pool as well! But let’s walk and I will show you everything.”

  The group followed closely behind Mickey, and Katrina felt particularly proud to be given a personal tour. She wanted so badly to hold Mickey's hand, but she knew that now was not the time. She tried to respect Mickey's position and authority, but part of her ached to touch Mickey's arm. Hmmm, maybe I will get a chance later in the night to sneak in a kiss!

  Mickey stopped the group in the center of the main bar and lounge area. “This is our dance floor with a comfy seating area to the left.” Mickey pointed to the DJ booth, which was currently void. “We don't always book a DJ for Sunday nights unless it is a special occasion. We have a Spotify playlist for tonight, but you can usually catch DJ

  Colette spinning live if you come back on a Friday or Saturday.”

  “Oh, that's awesome!” Staci piped up. “She is one of my favorites for sure.” Turning to the rest of the Minx employees, she exclaimed, “Okay, who wants to come back this Friday?”

  The women giggled together as Mickey continued her tour. She led the gang past the lounge area to the door, which appeared to lead down a hallway. Mickey then turned her attention to Queenie and Tyra. “Since you both asked, this is where our playrooms are located, including the dungeon.”

  The women followed closely behind as Mickey pointed out the rooms on either side of the hallway. “Here is the dungeon. It's called The Crossroad after the giant St.

  Angela Cross against the wall.”

  The group peeked their heads inside from the doorframe. Katrina noticed a few women starting to congregate around the various pieces of dungeon furniture.

  She pointed and asked, “What is that? A giant swing?”

  Mickey looked down at her with a twinkle in her eye.

  “It's a sex swing. It's perfect for positioning someone at hip level and bringing them closer to you with the chains.”

  Katrina felt her heart flutter in her chest. “Oh, wow, that looks pretty fun!” Mickey maintained her eye contact with Katrina, giving her a slight nod and a sly smile. “It is.”

  Katrina's tummy soared with butterflies. God! How I wish I could slip into that swing and have Mickey give me a push!

  Mickey addressed the group in a serious tone. “Nudity, sexual activity, and BDSM play are all permitted within these rooms and outside by the pool. However, active consent must be practiced at all times.” Katrina felt herself grow wet with Mickey's sternness. “We have a zero-tolerance policy on sexual harassment. If you don't hear a yes, then it's a no. Is that clear to everyone?” Katrina, along with the other women, nodded in unison.

  Mickey then moved a couple of steps ahead and brought the tour to the hallway's right side. “This is the Grand Ballroom. It's basically a playroom with a giant bed and mirrors. It's wonderful for group sex and orgies.” The group squealed with delight.

  Katrina moved closer to the entrance for a better look.

  She glanced around the walls, admiring the ornate mirrors and tasteful furniture. “Wow, that bed is huge! How many women can fit at the same time?”

  Mickey thought for a moment. “I think the most amount of people I have seen on it was about ten women. Even though the room is empty right now, it will soon get a lot of action. Women come and go from here throughout the night.”

  The foursome murmured together as Tyra and Candy began to embrace, caressing the other's skin and teasing

  one another with soft kisses. Katrina could feel Queenie's eyes on her, and to break the tension, she turned to Mickey to ask, “Hey, didn't you say that there was an outdoor pool?

  Could we see that, please?”

  Staci piped up, “Oh my goodness! A pool? Yes, let's see it!” Mickey grinned. “Absolutely! I was saving the best part of the tour for last.”

  Katrina, Staci, and Queenie followed Mickey down to the hallway's end, while Tyra and Candy lagged. “We’ll catch up with you later!” Candy exclaimed, giggling as Tyra nibbled her neck.

  Queenie sucked in her teeth. “Damn, those two. I'll bet you that we won't see them for the rest of the night!”

  Katrina felt as though she detected some jealousy in Queenie's tone. She put her arm on Queenie's back and joked lightly, “Maybe you’re right, but that's not a bad thing. It just means that you are going to have to find some trouble of your own, right?”

  Queenie lit up like a Cheshire cat. “That's right! Oh, don't worry, I plan to have my fun too.” Queenie licked her lips with anticipation while Mickey guided the women to the patio entrance.

  “Behold our outdoor pool and garden area.” Mickey held open the door as the threesome breezed into the patio.

  Katrina gasped. “Oh, it is so beautiful out here! The water looks like it is glowing under the night sky!”

  Mickey remarked, “Yup, it sure is! It's my favorite part of Lix. It's a bit chilly to go swimming at this time of year, but it's nice to sit outside, under the stars. Kind of romantic, don't you think?” Mickey glanced in Katrina's direction, and Katrina was sure that Mickey was secretly flirting with her.

  Her insides melted with joy. Oh, how I wish she would just lean down to kiss me!


  Mickey then turned to face the trio. “Okay, ladies. This is the end of the tour. Feel free to explore further and look

  around. I should get back to my duties, but I hope you all have an amazing time!” Mickey flashed a charming smile at Katrina before adding, “Don't forget to say goodbye when you leave.”

  Katrina replied, “Thank you so much, Mickey. What a fabulous place! We really appreciate you showing us around.” Staci and Queenie bobbed their heads in agreement and chimed in unison, “Thanks, Mickey! It was nice to meet you.”

  Katrina watched as Mickey's large frame moved down the hallway, back towards Lix's main bar. Staci turned to Katrina and Queenie. “Wow, this is incredible! Let's head towards the bar and grab some drinks.”

  Katrina exclaimed, “Yes, girl! Lead the way.” In a friendly gesture, Katrina grabbed Staci's hand as the twosome headed in the bar's direction. Katrina turned to find Queenie, noticing that she was strolling behind her and Staci. Queenie was looking at her phone; a sour expression came over her face.

  “Is everything alright, Queenie?” Katrina asked. Staci also looked back in Queenie's direction. “What's up, girl?

  Why the long face?”

  Queenie wordlessly shook her head and kept her face glued to her phone. Katrina patted Staci's arm and said quietly, “Let me see what's going on with her.” Katrina assessed her surroundings and noticed they were near the doorframe of The Crossroad. “Do you want to meet us back here, just outside the dungeon?”

  Staci nodded. “Yeah, okay, sure. Do you want anything to drink?” Katrina thought for a moment. “Sure, could you grab us two rum and cokes? I'll get the next round.”

  Staci smiled. “Cool, no problem. But wait right there for me, so I don't lose you both.”

  Katrina replied gratefully, “Thanks, Staci. No problem, we will be right here. I just want to make sure that Queenie is okay.”

  Katrina felt a bit strange tending to Queenie, but between her and Staci, Katrina knew that she was the best person to check up on the strong-willed diva. Staci was a new dancer at Minx and was still unfamiliar with the group.