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Oh, how I wanted him with me… right now… right…
“Are you there? Are you… I’m deep inside your wet, tight pussy…”
His voice died then, and I could hear several soft grunts and low moans, as I moaned softly into his ear. I reached my own incredible climax, trying desperately not to yell out, but instead keeping it muffled in the pillow under my head. My body shook and jerked as I fantasized his thick, hard cock pounding against the slick walls inside my body, sending my thoughts racing in so many directions, I could no longer focus.
All I could do was breathe.
All he could do was breathe.
Hard, fast, and heavy. As if we’d both just run a mile or so.
Soon, our breathing slowed to a more normal pace, and I could still hear his uncle snoring. It made me giggle.
“Are you laughing?” he asked, his breathing and his voice normal once again.
“Yes. I can’t help it. Your uncle is still snoring.”
“I told you.”
“That eggnog is powerful stuff.” I could hear his soft laugh, and I loved hearing it.
“This was some date, Jonathan Torrez.”
“It sure was, Shannon Brennicki. Sorry I missed you at the bar, but this certainly made up for it.”
“It was possibly the best first date I’d ever had,” I told him, meaning every word.
“Me too,” he said. “Merry Christmas, Dani.”
My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know if I was ready to make this real. I hesitated for a few more seconds. He was silent, giving me time, giving me my space.
But I knew I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t commit to what he wanted of me. I had to stick to my resolution. I was going home. I was starting my own business, without him.
“Merry Christmas, Jonathan,” I said.
Then, after a few more seconds, we both disconnected.
Dani 8
“I forgot my panties!”
“Wow!” Sarah said, as I climbed into the front seat of her car and slammed the door behind me. It was a frosty morning, and I could see my breath as it billowed around my face. “Merry Christmas to you, too!”
“I’m sorry… Merry Christmas, but I forgot my damn panties in his bedroom.”
“That’s something I wasn’t expecting to hear on this snowy Christmas morning.”
I had somehow managed to wake up before the chaos began once again in the Capra house. I called Sarah and begged her to pick me up, pulled on my red dress and sweater, grabbed the creamy beige scarf his mom had given me during the mega present swap, tiptoed through the house, snatched all but one of the cookies off the Santa cookie plate in the living room, grabbed my coat, and quickly snuck out of the house just as a couple of kids came into the room, looking for their presents.
“Look,” I’d heard the little girl say. “Santa took some cookies.”
“That means he was here… he was really here!” the boy said, and they squealed loud enough to wake up the entire house.
As I shut the door behind me, slipped out of my heels, and felt as though my time in that house was done, on so many levels.
I carefully made my way across the snow-laden walkway to Sarah’s waiting, warm car, barefoot. I didn’t want to ruin my new shoes, and it didn’t take long for my feet to freeze in the deep snow. All I could think of while I sacrificed body parts for fashion was that I would be safe once I was settled inside her car, and we were on our way home. As I ran, I’d felt a draft going up my legs all the way to my butt. I’d thought about how much I hated wearing a dress in this kind of weather and stopped in my tracks to pull my coat in tighter.
That’s when I realized I’d left my panties on the windowsill in Gianni’s bedroom.
