Mads told York the morning after Regina arrived that she was snowed in and he shouldn't expect her for at least a few more days. She did not tell him that Regina was there as well, however. York mentally prepared himself for breaking up with Heather, running the conversation through his mind several times. It never went well.
In the meantime, all he could do is what he was already doing; going to school and work. He would do his hours at the hospital, exercise, and then teach his class that weekend while Mads was still snowed in.
It was Christmas eve before any of them knew it, York not returning home this year but staying at the apartment alone. That was what he thought before he came home on the afternoon of Christmas eve to see bags on the floor and his bedroom door open. He heard scurried movement from his room and Heather pop her head out from the side of the door.
"Surprise!" Heather shouted, then came running out of the room and jumped toward him. York caught her easily, and she immediately began kissing him. "Fucking anywhere right now, I am so horny."
"Can we just take a minute?" York asked, trying to get his bearings and deescalate the situation. There really is no good time to break up with someone, but Christmas must be one of those exceptions.
"We'll talk after I suck the cum out of your cock," Heather said, very unlike herself. Two years of no facials or swallows, and suddenly she was asking for it. She began to motion to be let down, and she instantly began undoing his belt, and he did nothing to stop her.
Heather pulled his cock out of his pants and licked up the shaft and stroked it with her left hand. She was looking up at him, as if she was hoping he would notice something. Her eyes pointed up to him, then would shift to her hand holding his cock. When he looked at her hand, he understood why.
Heather had found and was now wearing the engagement ring. She saw in his expression he knew what she wanted him to see, then turned his body from the door and pushed him toward the couch. She pushed him onto it and pulled his pants the rest of the way down.
"Yes," she said, the swallowed his cock whole. There did not seem to be a way to get out of this in any expedient way, and certainly not when his dick would have been in jeopardy. All he could do was enjoy it.
Heather sucked his cock like she had never done before. The amount of time, the depth to the point of several attempted deep throats, and the licking up and down the shaft and around the head. Her eyes only drifted to his a few times; she was focused on the task.
After a solid ten minutes, Heather stood up, shimmied from her jeans and panties, straddled him, and lowered her pussy down. She was already slippery and wet, and slid on with ease. As she rode him, she threw her shirt off, then unhooked her bra and tossed it across the room as well. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts into York's face, hoping he would begin to suck on her nipples, but he did not.
"Play with me," Heather begged, and York placed his mouth on her nipple and swirled his tongue around it. When he let it go, it released a suction cup sound, then began to make her other nipple firm. Heather's moans filled the room, and they escalated until she released her orgasm and pulled him over and on top of her.
York held her open and placed his hands on the back of her thighs toward the back of her knees. He plowed her with hard and slow thrusts, until she asked for him to go faster. He obliged and her moans became screams until she orgasmed again, but he did not stop and held her in that state until she was delirious with pleasure.
With no complaint York flipped her to doggystyle and drilled her like a piston running at all cylinders. York wanted to see if he could get more of what he never got with her, so grabbed her hair and pulled it back like reigns. To his surprise her response was a guttural grunt of approval. He slapped her ass firmly and was only told to do it again. Heather came a third time, and York said he was close, even though he was not. Heather instinctually put him on his back and resumed aggressively sucking his dick.
Part of York felt guilty that this would later end with a breakup, but only a little part. The rest of him held her head to paced her while she fingered herself and rubbed her clit to cum again, which she began to show signs she was going to. Her body began to tremble, and she slowed to almost not sucking him, York pushed her to back and teased the outside of her pussy with his dick.
Heather, breathing deeply released a squeak every he taunted her pussy by shoving it in for one or two thrusts then back out again, rubbing it up and down, then shoving it back in again. Heather pushed his dick back down, and he went another round of pummeling her.
"You can cum wherever you want. Anywhere," Heather struggled to say. York knew exactly where he wanted to.
"I could have sworn you said something about sucking the cum out of my dick," York said, and she nodded.
"I will, you don't even have to warn me," Heather replied.
"Give me your mouth," York said, and pulled out grabbed the back of Heather's head. He pulled her his dick, and she welcomed it with a hot open mouth. Again, York was not close, and simply relished her effort.
Finally, York could feel it, and focused and holding it back for just a minute longer. True to her desire to not be warned, York subtlety pushed down onto her, and she went as deep as she could go, and at that moment he shot into her mouth with a hard grunt. Heather reflexively pulled away, but his hand held her there, and after the initial shock, she swallowed, then sucked hard while working his lower shaft to crank more into her throat.
Heather let his swollen cock go and crawled back on top of him, lowering herself back down. York squirmed heavily, spasming until the awkward feeling went away.
"Fuck me all day," Heather said, and York did as requested. It was hard to break up with a girl on Christmas.
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Mads felt weird on Christmas morning, having left her father's gift at the apartment. She had nothing to give him but received a few gifts from her father. A handful of gift cards, and a new laptop because her old one was five years old now. He was just happy to have her home.
Mads also had nothing for Regina who got snowed into town with them. Regina was not going to her own family, so she was not missing anything regardless. She did love her time with Mads and Maxwell, and got to understand Mads much better than she had before.
As much as Mads was enjoying the holiday season, she had a looming concern in the back of her mind the entire time. At the end of the week the concern was more significant. Mads was late. Giving it one shot because of a momentary fear for her father's longevity, turned out to be all the shots York needed. It would not even be detectable for another week or two, and her period could have simple been delayed from the stress of the entire ordeal.
The plows had finished their work and the roads were drivable, so Mads packed her bags two days after Christmas to head back to the apartment. Regina did not pack anything and had been borrowing Mads clothes the entire time. Regina was smaller than her, so the shirts were baggy, like many of the women she had seduced and would wear her shirt the next morning. Having Regina look like that the entire time was beyond tempting and she fell to that temptation nearly every night.
Regina drove them the five hours back to the apartment. Mads invited Regina inside, her accepting and walking to the door with Mads. The first sound they both heard was Heather laughing, the sound itself making Mads' stomach sink. Heather must have come home for Christmas. While she understood why York was reluctant to break up with a girl during the holidays, it still stung. Even though she did come back with Regina.
Mads entered the apartment loudly, banging her suitcase on the door and wall. Heather's head leaned up from behind the couch, as well as a huge smile. Heather quickly ran across the room and wrapped her in the hug, Mads retuning it and introducing her to Regina.
"Nice to meet you," Heather said, both giving the other polite introductions. Heather then used her left hand to move her hair back behind her ear, and when she did Mads saw the ring on her finger. That was a hard gut punch.
"Welcome back," York said from the couch walked half the distance. Mads eyes went to him, and he saw her eyes dart to Heather and back. He tried to reply with his eyes, but he didn't know what to say quite yet. The best he could muster was something that he hoped looked like 'we'll talk'.
They pretended to sit politely around the table and talk, even playing a board game, but the only two enjoying themselves were Regina and Heather. The conversation got onto wedding plans and Mads did her best to organically leave the conversation and fake a bathroom trip.
Mads closed the door and sat on the edge of the bathtub. She cradled her chin in her palms and tried to calm herself. Why was she so flustered? For all intents and purposes, she got Regina. Mads was committed to the idea of coming home and telling York it was not going to happen the way he hoped. All it took was Heather being there with a ring on her finger to throw that completely off balance.
'I already shouldn't care,' Mads said to herself.
But she did care. Coming home to Heather made her feel utterly and completely jealous. It was a horrifying new feeling for her to have. Mads was also angry at York for not doing what he said he was going to do. She would yield the timing is awful, but he still needed to nut up and do it. Instead she came home, and they were engaged.
