they were home. She and Simon had already developed a few little holiday traditions—and among them was serving dinner to the homeless on Christmas Eve, then coming home and exchanging their gifts to each other. “Okay,” she replied.
“I’ll…meet you in the living room in a few. With your present.”
She smiled, and he did, too, leaning in to kiss her forehead.
But that didn’t change how strange things had been between them lately. As she watched Simon disappear behind the bathroom door, her heart hurt remembering how unhappy he’d continued to seem these past couple of weeks. In fact, she had the distinct feeling that he was “sticking it out” with her until the holidays were over and then might very well be planning to break up.
Every time that thought hit her, it was like a physical blow. And now, with that horrible pressure weighing her down, she had to give him the gift she’d been planning—and hope it wasn’t too late to save what they had.
She’d followed Dawn’s advice to the letter—she’d practiced touching herself, once even doing it in front of the mirror, so she could see what Simon would see. She’d grown comfortable with the feel of her own breasts, and even her pussy. She could say 45
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that now, and lots of other naughty words, without flinching. Because she’d practiced that, too—dirty talk—also in front of the mirror.
She’d thought herself pretty resourceful when she’d bought Popsicles to simulate sucking Simon’s cock. Of course, they were much smaller than what she’d be putting in her mouth tonight, and cold, too—but it had at least allowed her to develop some techniques, and she figured it was better than nothing. And she’d actually reached a place where the idea of taking his shaft between her lips held some appeal for her, some true desire.
So she was as ready as she could be.
But she also knew that putting her plans and practice into action would be an entirely different and more complex endeavor. So even though she’d gone through the last two weeks with a smile on her face—at some points truly happy about her new self-discoveries and plans for Simon, at others stressed out and just trying to keep the peace with him until she could complete her “self-education”—her stomach churned and her hands trembled as she went to the bureau to pull out the naughty little outfit she’d bought for this evening.
The shower still ran behind a closed door when Emily once again found herself before a mirror, looking like a December centerfold. Or at least she hoped that’s how she looked.
She wore a red velvet shelf bra sporting white fur along the top edge, the naughty lingerie built to support her breasts but not to conceal them, so her nipples were fully on display and hard with excitement. Below that, a very short, flouncy, red velvet skirt with more white fur at the hem—and no panties underneath, which had the desired effect of making her feel positively wicked, in a good way. Black boots came to her knees and a Santa hat sat perched on her head. Mrs . Santa Gone Bad .
She quivered a bit at the sight of herself, with both nervousness and excitement, imagining Simon’s surprise at finding his gift already unwrapped and ready to be played with.
46
Unwrapped
* * * * *
Simon ran a towel through his mostly dry hair, then stepped into a pair of underwear and the flannel pants Emily had laid out on the bed for him. Of course, they were dotted with tiny reindeer, ornaments hanging from their antlers. She’d given them to him last Christmas. Why were reindeer becoming such a theme in his wardrobe? But for Emily, he would wear them.
As usual, she’d blown him away at the dinner, and he had, indeed, fallen for her even harder. Maybe it was a foregone conclusion in his life that he was destined to love a woman who hated sex. Starting toward the living room, he let out a sigh. Why me ?
When he walked through the doorway, Elvis’ bluesy,
“I’ll…meet you in the living room in a few. With your present.”
She smiled, and he did, too, leaning in to kiss her forehead.
But that didn’t change how strange things had been between them lately. As she watched Simon disappear behind the bathroom door, her heart hurt remembering how unhappy he’d continued to seem these past couple of weeks. In fact, she had the distinct feeling that he was “sticking it out” with her until the holidays were over and then might very well be planning to break up.
Every time that thought hit her, it was like a physical blow. And now, with that horrible pressure weighing her down, she had to give him the gift she’d been planning—and hope it wasn’t too late to save what they had.
She’d followed Dawn’s advice to the letter—she’d practiced touching herself, once even doing it in front of the mirror, so she could see what Simon would see. She’d grown comfortable with the feel of her own breasts, and even her pussy. She could say 45
Lacey Alexander
that now, and lots of other naughty words, without flinching. Because she’d practiced that, too—dirty talk—also in front of the mirror.
She’d thought herself pretty resourceful when she’d bought Popsicles to simulate sucking Simon’s cock. Of course, they were much smaller than what she’d be putting in her mouth tonight, and cold, too—but it had at least allowed her to develop some techniques, and she figured it was better than nothing. And she’d actually reached a place where the idea of taking his shaft between her lips held some appeal for her, some true desire.
So she was as ready as she could be.
But she also knew that putting her plans and practice into action would be an entirely different and more complex endeavor. So even though she’d gone through the last two weeks with a smile on her face—at some points truly happy about her new self-discoveries and plans for Simon, at others stressed out and just trying to keep the peace with him until she could complete her “self-education”—her stomach churned and her hands trembled as she went to the bureau to pull out the naughty little outfit she’d bought for this evening.
The shower still ran behind a closed door when Emily once again found herself before a mirror, looking like a December centerfold. Or at least she hoped that’s how she looked.
She wore a red velvet shelf bra sporting white fur along the top edge, the naughty lingerie built to support her breasts but not to conceal them, so her nipples were fully on display and hard with excitement. Below that, a very short, flouncy, red velvet skirt with more white fur at the hem—and no panties underneath, which had the desired effect of making her feel positively wicked, in a good way. Black boots came to her knees and a Santa hat sat perched on her head. Mrs . Santa Gone Bad .
She quivered a bit at the sight of herself, with both nervousness and excitement, imagining Simon’s surprise at finding his gift already unwrapped and ready to be played with.
46
Unwrapped
* * * * *
Simon ran a towel through his mostly dry hair, then stepped into a pair of underwear and the flannel pants Emily had laid out on the bed for him. Of course, they were dotted with tiny reindeer, ornaments hanging from their antlers. She’d given them to him last Christmas. Why were reindeer becoming such a theme in his wardrobe? But for Emily, he would wear them.
As usual, she’d blown him away at the dinner, and he had, indeed, fallen for her even harder. Maybe it was a foregone conclusion in his life that he was destined to love a woman who hated sex. Starting toward the living room, he let out a sigh. Why me ?
When he walked through the doorway, Elvis’ bluesy,
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