by Jen Luerssen
“The true spirit of Christmas is being able to survive machine gun toting German terrorists in your bare feet,” Peyton answers.
“They are always German because the language is harsh sounding and probably Nazis,” I say and Sig bristles. “It’s not any more stereotypic than making the villain from the middle east, or black. Somebody’s got to be the asshole villain and German’s are easy targets.”
Sig shoots me a look and I laugh. “Papa, no one thinks you’re a scary terrorist. I’m pretty sure everyone knows you for the teddy bear you are.”
“Well, it’s either that or they avoid me for my grumpiness. According to Peyton.”
Peyton hugs him and pats his cheek. “My little schnitzel pie is intimidating.”
“Vikings were the original terrorists if you think about it,” Sebastian says and we all laugh.
We finish up the movie and my dads go to bed, leaving us alone. “Was it a good Christmas, Salty?”
He stands, picks me up from my corner of the couch, then sits down with me in his lap. “It was truly the best, Chaton,” he says sincerely. I lean down and kiss him lightly on the lips. Although we’ve been on a few dates we’ve been cautious and haven’t gone much past kissing but tonight I’m warm, safe, a little tipsy, and happier than I’ve been in a long time so I lean in and kiss him again. This time I press into him and make sure he knows I’m serious about this kiss.
“Kit,“ he whispers as he pulls back a little, “are you trying to get in my pants?”
“Is it working?” I ask tugging on the fly of his jeans. “Why don’t you show me your room?” I ask. The dads put him in one of the three guest rooms on the other side of the house from ours.
“It’s lonely on my wing of the house, I’d love company.” He jumps up, dumping me off him and I laugh. He holds his hand out and I get up and follow him, grabbing the gift I haven’t given him yet. He and I exchanged some items but I have something special for him.
When we reach his room, he leads me in then closes the door behind us. “I have something for you,” he says and hands me a small square box.
I pull my own gift out and hand it to him. “Me too,”
We smile like goofballs at each other and unwrap our gifts. Mine is in a pretty white velvet box and when I lift the lid it’s a delicate bracelet with tiny charms. There are a few. The first one I notice is a peacock. It’s blue and green and intricately done.
“The charms are about us,” he says and I swoon for like the 50th time today. “Here, let me put it on.”
He does and then shows me each one. “This one is self-explanatory,” he says, fondling a little wine bottle. The next one is a monkey, then a cat, a Vegas sign, a salt shaker, a bumblebee, and a little pair of antlers. “It’s not much but I wanted to give you something that reminds you of all the good things we have together.”
I grab his face and kiss him. “It’s lovely and perfect.” I almost tell him I love him, but I want this day to be the perfect thing that it is. I couldn’t handle it if I said it and he didn’t feel the same. “Open mine.”
His is mostly open but he looks down at it and lifts the top of the box. There are two things inside. He takes the folded piece of paper out opens it and smooths it out. He looks at me, eyes wide then filling with tears.
“You did this?” he asks, his voice husky and emotional.
I nod as he leans in to kiss my neck. “Is it okay?” I ask feeling a tad bit unsure.
He holds the paper in a tight grip. It’s a new copy of Bea’s birth certificate with him listed as her father. “This is more than okay, Kit, it’s everything. Thank you.”
“Open the other one,” I say gesturing to the other object wrapped in tissue.
After he wipes his eyes, he carefully unwraps the other item. Once it’s open, he carefully picks it up and holds it. It’s a small dual picture frame with a baby picture of him and Bea side by side. “Wow, we really do look alike,” he says. “Did my mom give you this?”
I nod as he cradles the frame in his hand like it’s a precious gem. He places the frame back in the box with the birth certificate then wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. Then he picks up the box and the box my bracelet came in and puts them carefully on the dresser.
“Salty, are you okay?” I ask as he walks to me.
“I’m more than okay, Chaton,” he whispers and bends to hug me. I hold him tightly and I feel such warmth and comfort. Then his hand slips down my back into the pajama pants I’m wearing with no panties and I’m feeling even warmer.
His hand caresses my bare butt, skating the tops of the back of my thighs and then slowly up the crack of my ass. My whole body shivers and goosebumps instantly rise on my skin.
My head is buried in his chest as he continues to stroke me in the most erotic way until I’m suddenly lifted and pressed against the wall. His hand is still at my ass but is now dipping into my very wet pussy. His other arm is banded around my waist and he is sucking on my neck. I’m surrounded by delicious, hot, turned on man and it’s the best gift yet.
Salty Night
Sebastian
I can’t go another minute without having my hands, mouth, and body all over Kit. Something about this day has made me so happy that I can’t keep going slow, our souls need to connect and so do our bodies. Holding Kit in my arms is the best part of any day. Holding her, kissing her, delving into her body is better than any Christmas present I could receive, although my name on that paper comes close.
I spend a lot of time kissing Kit’s neck as I hold her up with one hand and finger her heat with my other. She is ready for me and the things she’s whispering in my ear to do to her are welcome. My tongue trails down her neck to the collar of her tee shirt which I pull on so I can pepper her clavicle with kisses.
“Salty, off,” she pants, pulling on my shirt and hers. Reluctantly I release her and pull her shirt off, then mine. We both stand topless wearing only fuzzy Christmas PJ pants and it’s the hottest thing ever.
“Chaton, off,” I say pulling her pants down over her hips and kneeling before her bare and ready pussy. I push her back against the wall and pull her clit into my mouth and give a gentle suck. She inhales sharply and throws a leg over my shoulder. I chuckle and then dive in.
I love to give women pleasure, and more specifically, I love to give it to Kit. I kiss around her mound and then nibble on her clit. When I latch on and start pulsing my tongue, her back arches and her hands are in my hair, pulling me to her. She hums when she gets really turned on and she is like a little hummingbird right now.
She pulls on my hair when I pull back a little, “Don’t stop, Salé,” she whimpers.
I smile at her and stand. She looks down and laughs. My dick is rock hard and because of placement one of the Christmas trees in the pattern looks realistic.
“Now that’s some holiday wood,” she says as she presses her hand against my inappropriate Christmas tidings.
We both laugh while I walk us to the bed, her feet on mine. Gently, I lean her back so she’s spread out on my bed, naked and every Christmas wish I could ever muster. My erection springs free pointing directly at its object of desire as I get rid of my pants. Slowly, I crawl over her, kissing along the way. When I get to her beautiful face, I hold her chin in my hand.
“You and your family are the best gifts I could imagine. I love you, and I love Bea with an intensity I didn’t believe existed,” I say and her eyes soften.
“That’s all I’ve wanted,” she says holding back tears. “I love you too, and so does Bea.”
I take her mouth, kissing her with every ounce of love and passion in my body. Her legs wrap around my waist and my dick nudges at her center. Her hand winds between us and she guides my erection to her opening and I slowly push in until I’m fully connected to her, no space between us. I kiss her again and stay fully seated inside her.
“Salty, move,” she demands with a stern whisper.
I smile at her. “I will when I’m re
ady,” I tease rotating my hips ever so slightly.
Her feet dig into my ass as I lift out a little and move down to kiss her under her ear. She is pinned for the most part and can only do so much. I can tell she is mildly inconvenienced because she’s impatient and likes control. My hips move slowly and shallowly back and forth, forcing her to feel me and take it all in.
Her breathing is faster as she writhes below me. I drag my dick almost all the way out then almost painfully slowly I push back in. The feeling is amazing, Kit is warm, tight and welcoming. I repeat the slow move a few times and am rewarded with a firm slap to my ass cheek. My chuckle is muffled in her hair but I get her message and double my speed which isn’t fast by any means. She hums and I nibble her earlobe.
The slow pace is getting to me and I’m starting to sweat. My goal is to stretch out making love to her as long as I can until I can’t take it anymore and I’m getting close. Now on every down stroke, I’m adding a little grind so her clit gets some attention. Her panting picks up and her humming is getting louder. I place my hands above her head and change my angle so I’m putting more pressure on her most sensitive parts.
“Fuck, Sebastian, please fuck me,” she pleads digging her heels into my lower back and I love it.
“As you wish, Chaton,” I whisper and begin to move a little faster.
I think I surprise her when I sit back onto my knees pulling out because she shouts “Oh!” when I do. I place her legs to my shoulder and hold them together as I slide back in pressing a thumb to her clit with my free hand. Then I fuck her. The room is filled with humming, the slap of our skin coming together and my short breaths, then my moan as I feel her pulse around me. I let go of her legs and let them fall to the side, placing my one hand on her hip as the other holds her leg slightly open. Leaning down I continue to pound into her as she comes and kiss her.
Her humming continues as I reach my own orgasm. “I love you, Sebastian,” she says as I spill into her.
“I love you, Kit,” I say back as my pace slows.
Staying inside her, I slide behind her so we are flush, back to front. We lay there allowing ourselves to calm down. I stroke the side of her as our breathing slows and our hearts beat together.
We fall asleep that way and when she wakes a bit later to go the bathroom to clean up, I make sure to get her messy again. After the second time, we both go to the bathroom and shower together, leading to a third time.
“This night is very deja vu-y,” Kit says when we are back in the bed facing each other.
“Third time’s the charm?” I ask smiling.
“Holy shit, are you hoping to knock me up?” she asks incredulously.
“Since we didn’t use protection it occurred to me,” I say honestly. “I’m sorry I got carried away.”
She smiles a gorgeous toothy smile. “I love that you would be happy about that, but I think we are good. I got an IUD after I had Bea. If we ever go down that road again, I want it to be 100% planned.”
“How boring,” I say. “I would be happy about it.” I kiss her nose.
“Well, unless you have some sort of super sperm that can get past my metal protector there’s no chance of that anytime soon. We have plenty to keep us busy, between Bea, me starting my own wine label, and you keeping up with the work at the Monkey.”
“I really wish you’d come back, Kit. You have all the time in the world to start your own label down the road. Please help me. Mikey is way too over-stretched and a really grumpy pregnant lady. Devonté is great but he’s got a lot to learn and has to go back to school in a few weeks. You don’t have to move back and your hours could be flexible.” I know I’m begging but I am lost without her and the candidates we’ve been looking at are either too green or not the right fit.
“Wow, you that swamped without me?” she asks. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get a few years under my belt before going on my own. My dads are happy to fund me but it would be nice to get some financial support based on merit.”
“They wouldn’t give you money if they didn’t believe in you, Kit.”
“They’d fund literally anything I wanted to do, even if I was woefully unqualified. I could tell them tomorrow I wanted to be an astronaut and Sig would start looking at astrophysics programs.”
I laugh because she’s right. “You are a tiny bit spoiled.”
“A tiny bit? I don’t think I heard the word ‘no’ until I was ten.”
“They even made sure you got your man,” I say and pull her to me. “I can’t fault them for wanting your happiness. There’s nothing more beautiful than you, happy.”
“I tell Sig it was his fault I got knocked up because he made that dress for me in Vegas. Then he laughs and says it was all part of his plan. Sometimes I want to believe he’s joking but I’ve heard him tell Bea several times that he should get the credit for her birth, like she even understands what he’s saying.” Her smile is wide and I just want to kiss her again. So, I do.
“Do you feel like you’ll ever be able to repay them for helping with Bea?” I ask her knowing it’s a tough question.
She sighs. “That’s a tricky question. Short answer is no, but the longer is that I don’t need to repay them. Their love for me and Bea is unconditional and vast. They understood that I wasn’t completely ready to be a parent and they helped in the best way they could by taking over. Do I regret letting them take on so much? Yes, because I now know that it wasn’t their responsibility, it was mine. Was it ideal? No. I think it worked out the way it should have. If they hadn’t let me finish my degree, I might not have run into you again.”
“I still can’t believe we hadn’t run into each other in town,” I say.
“Well, I wasn’t around very much and when I was, I didn’t go into town very often. When Bea was tiny, we would go on long drives and shop in grocery stores in Petaluma or Santa Rosa. My dads can be weird about local people recognizing Sig too. I’m sure we could have gone another ten years without ever crossing paths.”
“I’m just glad you walked into my winery. So, will you come back?” I ask, hopeful.
She nods. “Under one condition.”
“Anything,” I say.
“Will you do that thing with your tongue in my ass?” she asks with a straight face and I move quickly to flip her, spread her ass cheeks and first dip my tongue to her pussy, then her ass.
“Deal?” I ask dipping my head to swirl my tongue around her clit then work my way back.
“Yep,” she clips out and I get to work.
Salty Betrayal
Kit
A little more than a week later I return to the Thirsty Monkey as the head winemaker. After Christmas we took Bea back down to see Sebastian’s parents and for them to meet me. We had a great few days and all celebrated New Year’s Eve at his home. His mom and dad are great and they adore my Bea, which is the most important thing.
Back to work, I get my office organized after both Mikey and Devonté have ruined any system I had in place. I don’t blame them, I’m a little over the top when it comes to organization and it’s my own system which would be confusing to anyone else.
Most of our wine from this year’s harvest is in the fermentation process still but blending and stabilizing is around the corner. This week we are filtering some of our aged wine and preparing for bottling and release. This is my favorite part. I think any person who makes something will tell you the best part is when you have a finished product. I love many parts of making wine, but when it’s done, in a bottle, and ready for people to drink? That’s the best.
A good working winery will always have many things happening at once. You’re always growing grapes but they move to their own schedule. The rest needs to be constant. Constant fermenting, aging, and perfecting the wine you want to put out into the world. I guess you could compare it to raising a child. Their development physically and mentally is always growing, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. The way you help them traverse their life varies thou
gh. The people you let them know, the experiences you give them, guidance and love, making hard choices. Even the food you give them shapes their life experience. You work hard, nurture, and then send them out into the world to fend for themselves.
My thoughts drift to our future as a family more than once today and I catch myself a few times daydreaming about us all living together happily. Sebastian and I have avoided talking too much about things because of the holidays. I’m concerned about Sig and Peyton the most. They say they didn’t expect to have charge of Bea forever but it’s one thing to say it and another to be separated from the person you’ve raised as your own. When I had Sebastian added as birth father to Bea’s certificate, I saw the twinge of sadness in Peyton’s eyes. They were both happy for me, Sebastian, and of course, Bea. It’s a delicate thing though, and I think Sebastian knows this too.
As I’m rearranging my file cabinets, Colette knocks on my door holding a bundle of mail. “Hey, did I tell you how glad I am you’re back?”
“Pretty sure this is the fifteenth time,” I say and smile at her. I missed her and the rest of the Monkey crew.
“Well, just saying, I love Mikey, but she is a nightmare when pregnant,” she says looking behind her back like Mikey’s going to pop out at any minute.
“I’ve heard. She won’t be up until this weekend. She and Frank are coming together so we get to see him get tortured so that should be fun,” I say and I can’t wait to witness a pregnant Mikey give Frank a bunch of shit.
“Phew, I will gird my loins before Friday,” she says and drops the stack of mail on my desk. “See you later!” she calls and heads out of my office.
I finish up with the files and then sit at my desk. The piles are much smaller than when I came in earlier this week, but I still have some work to do. Starting with the stack of mail Colette just dropped. I sort through it putting junk mail in recycling and anything that looks remotely important in a separate pile. There’s an official-looking law letter addressed to Sebastian and I put it to the side to bring to him.