December 2019
"Let's go-oooo..." Anya Taylor-Joy told me in a sing-song voice as she leaned her head to the side.
"What for?" I asked, only pausing long enough to say it. Then I went right back to kissing her along the neck.
"Because the party has already started," Anya said while looking up at the ceiling, desperately trying to resist the urge to get back in bed again. She patted me on the chest as she turned and began to walk away. "Later..."
I watched her cross the room, taking in every detail of her meticulously planned outfit. Anya was wearing an icy-blue dress. The material was silky, with a thin layer of lace over the top, slightly dimming the silk as it reflected the light. The dress was held at her shoulders by thin straps, but they were barely needed. The dress was tight against Anya's entire chest, pressing her cleavage into a nice tease, as well as pulling tightly against her flat stomach. Around the back, it hugged her hips, and framed her ass in a way that accentuated each of them nicely, but allowed her to move freely, as did the slit in the skirt that allowed one leg to peak out with every step she took. Add to that a pair of matching heels, and she had quite the look. But that wasn't even all. To match the theme, Anya had done her makeup with very cool tones, accentuating her eyes with a similarly icy blue. The big standout was the bright red lipstick she had on. Her blonde hair was down at her shoulders, but she accessorized it by putting tiny jeweled snowflakes in it. She shimmered as she walked, looking amazing to the point that I forgot to follow her for a moment.
"Ahem," she called as she turned to look back at me. "If you don't hurry you won't be able to watch me walk away anymore."
"Sorry," I said as I snapped back to reality and started to follow her. We got to the door, and she took my arm so we could walk together. We set off from my room to the first floor, where the party had just begun.
It was finally Christmas time at the Lodge. It wasn't officially Christmas, but this was the day everyone set aside for us to have this party. It was a two-day affair this year: Day 1 being a formal cocktail party throughout the house, and Day 2 was going to be a Christmas morning pajama party. I couldn't tell which one I was looking forward to more until I saw Anya in her dress, and knew there'd be an entire room full of girls dressed the same way waiting downstairs. The two of us walked down the stairs to the party, with Anya clinging to my arm the entire way. The music was heard in the hallway, but it was once we started down the stairs that the full breadth of the party started to hit us.
I had had the house decorated earlier in the week. A few hired hands with very tall ladders had scaled up the entirety of the foyer to string garlands, hang lights, all that stuff. The only detriment was that I hadn't lit them prior to tonight, wanting to withhold the surprise. Anya stared up in awe as we walked into the glow of the dim, white lights. It gave the entire place a wonderful glint, lighting the room enough to see normally, but giving everything a dusky, dream-like quality. That aesthetic continued throughout the house. The bar was decked out the same way, as well as the lounge with the addition of a very large Christmas tree in the corner of the room.
The party was arranged so it could spill out into any room of the house, but since it was early and we were still expecting arrivals, there was nobody in the foyer enjoying the lights. Nevertheless, the grand open space of the foyer made it almost like a ballroom, with the slick marble floor and the music reverberating throughout the house. As soon as Anya and I were at the bottom of the stairs I walked her to the center of the floor.
She took my hand as I twirled her around, we dipped back from each other, and then pulled ourselves back together in a fast dance. I ended up with a giggling Anya with one hand on the back of my head and the other in my own. My other hand was firmly on her ass. She leaned in, and ran her leg up my own as we started to kiss. Anya let out a quiet moan of desire as her tongue slid around mine, and my hand pulled her ass into me harder.
"Whoopsy, don't mind me..." came a voice accompanied by the clicking of high heels. Anya and I both turned and saw Lucy Hale crossing the room, going from the kitchen to the bar room. She was wearing a very nice red cocktail dress that was short enough to show most of her legs, which looked extra good from the red heels she had on.
"Oh no you don't," Anya called back to her, and then beckoned her over with one finger. Lucy giddily skipped over to us, and then Anya reached around her shoulders with one hand, pulling her in for a kiss as well. Anya and Lucy's full, bright red lips firmly pressed together, and they held it in place for several seconds. Then they kissed again with Anya's tongue leading toward a heavy makeout, and Lucy's flicking up against her's as they passionately kissed.
I reached my hand around Lucy's back and held her against Anya and I as we made a triangle. Lucy turned her head and began to kiss me next, her tongue slipping directly from Anya's onto mine. Then Anya kissed me, and we all looked at each other. I realized I had one hand on Anya's ass and the other on the back of Lucy's thigh. I got a nice feel of her tight ass before Anya yanked me by my tie again.
"Come on, we'll all be late."
I obeyed, following along as the two of them started to walk again. We hurried to the bar, where music was playing the loudest, and also the crowd noise was seemingly centralized. Lucy entered before Anya and I, and quickly found Sarah Hyland waiting for her. The two shared a hello kiss and then went further into the room. Sarah was wearing a flowy white dress that had a very deep neckline. She was also already carrying a glass of the punch that had been brought in bulk. It had just the right amount of kick, while maintaining the holiday spirit. I could tell from walking in that it was being enjoyed quite liberally. Anya and I entered the room arm in arm and were greeted by a sea of girls, most of whom already had a glass of it.
"Good evening everyone!" I called out as we walked into the room. A loud cheer went up from the girls, all of whom were now looking at me from every corner of the room. I did a quick spin around just to get a sense of who was here. The place was packed, even more so than it had been on Halloween.
Anya merged into the crowd, going over and standing next to Emilia Clarke, who was wearing a very nice dark blue dress that went down to her ankles, showing off the shimmery silver heels she was wearing. On the other side of Anya was Ana De Armas, who I had been thanking god for, for the last month. She was a recent addition to the Lodge, and she was every part the minx that she seemed to be. The stretches of passion with her lasted days even the first time she came here. She'd been back twice since then, most recently for one night while Anya was already staying over. She somehow wore out both me and Anya together before she even seemed to slow down. She was in a very tight, and very short pink dress that hugged her frame all the way down. It was strapless, and pushed up her cleavage, but it was her amazing legs going all the way down to her pink heels that had me staring.
