Friendsgiving 1

The day I met Jora she was wearing nothing but an apron. I was so startled by her appearance I almost dropped the plastic case of cookies I was holding.

She was by far the most stunning woman I had ever seen. Given the fact that I'm from a town just large enough to legally call itself one deep in a holler somewhere you've never heard of, that's probably not saying very much. Still, Jora Hernandez was a special lady. She was somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties with curves that put the road into town to shame. Her tiny red apron covered only her nipples and privates while matching her flaming red dyed hair.

"Can I help you?"

Her husky, sensual voice pulled me from my stunned stupor. She didn't seem angry or even annoyed. She sounded like she hadn't answered the door like this or always answered the door like this.

"Y...yeah, I'm... I'm Hunter."

Her face lit up with recognition and excitement.

"Right! Mike told me you'd be joining us for Friendsgiving this year."

She pulled me into a big hug.

"It's not till tonight though."

"Crap. I was sure he said it was going to be noon."

"It was but I had to change it at the last minute. Work emergency. He was supposed to tell you."

"Probably forgot about me."

"How could anyone forget about a cutie like you?"

I blushed at her compliment.

"I'll come back in a little bit."

"Don't be ridiculous."

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me inside.

"I could use the company. Not to mention an extra hand in the kitchen."

"Are you sure your... boyfriend? won't mind?"

"Boyfriend?"

"It's just... uh... it looks like you were... entertaining someone. Not that I'm judging!"

"Silly boy, no, no I'm single. I'm also a nudist. When I'm at home at least."

"Oh."

"How about you?"

"I tend to keep my clothes on at home. Awkard with a dorm mate you know."

She laughed.

"I meant are you single?"

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, I am. I've only been in town a couple of months and school hasn't left me with much time to date. Not with a part time job with your father anyway."

"What do you do for the old man, anyway?"

"Receptionist."

"Sounds boring."

"It is but the pay helps with student debts a little so that's good. What do you do?"

"Catering."

"Oh, wow, that doesn't sound boring at all."

"No, but it can be pretty frustrating at times."

"I'm sure."

"Good thing I love to cook as much as I love to fuck."

I nearly dropped the cookies again.

"Sorry. I was born without a filter Mike always says. My brother's treating you well isn't he?"

"Oh yes, he's been great. He's the one that invited me. This is my first Thanksgiving away from home."

"Well then, I'm going to make you feel very welcome this weekend."

With that she leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I was left speechless as she turned and headed for the open-air kitchen. Not as speechless as I was when I got a good look at the massive snake tattoo covering her right butt cheek. Who was this woman? There was no way she and buttoned up Mike were related.

"You just gonna stand there or are you going to help me out?"

With ever growing trepidation, I followed. I sat the cookies down on a counter out of the way.

"S...so, what are we working on first?"

"Turkey's roasting so let's get mixing on those rolls. Take your clothes off."

"What?!"

"Can't have the flour getting on those nice clothes of yours now, can we?"

"But..."

"Go on."

I studied her face, looking for any sign that this was some kind of joke on her part. Her eyes told me she was serious with just a hint of anticipation.

"The others won't be here anytime soon, right?"

"Right. It's just you and me for hours, baby."

Gulping, I stepped out of the kitchen and pulled off my clothes, laying them on the couch. I chose to keep my underwear on. Upon my return Jora took in my briefs.

"So, you're a tightie whities man."

I blushed.

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any cuter. I just wanna cuddle and kiss you like the crazy bitch I am deep inside."

If I blushed any harder, I'd get a burn on my cheeks.

"Let's save that for tonight. Right now, we got rolls to make."

She was right, the mixing was a very messy process indeed. By the time we were done both of us were covered in flour and little flecks of dough. Those came from a little food fight she had instigated once the rolls were finished.

"Would you look at that," she said. "You managed to land a piece right in my cleavage."

"Sorry."

"Then clean it up."

I looked around for a paper towel.

"Eat it."

"What?"

"Eat it where it landed. Golf rules."

"Are you serious?"

"Eat. It."

With a powerful mixture of nerves and arousal I leaned in and placed my mouth on her tits and cleaned up the offending drop.

"Your face fits perfectly. It's like you were made for me."

I blushed again.

"Are you always this... flirty with all your guests?"

She stepped right up to me, until we were eye level. I was afraid I might have offended her. Then I felt her grope my ass.

"Only you."

The kiss that came this time was no quick peck. It was long and it was deep. This time I kissed back, grabbing her far larger ass in response.

"We've got food to finish. Then we'll finish this."

Needless to say, we didn't waste any time getting the rest of the meal prepped. Once finished she cleared off the kitchen island. She grabbed an oversized decorative apron and draped it across. She untied the apron and let it fall to floor.

"Undies off."

I guess I was too slow for her liking as she grabbed them and yanked them down before pointing to the isle.

"Up. On your back."

I didn't need to be told twice. As soon as I was up on top of the island, she was up on top of me. She slid my dick inside her with an eagerness I had never encountered before. There was to be no gentle riding to get things going this day. No, she dove right into pounding me senseless. I was stunned for a moment but quickly started thrusting too, holding onto her massive ass for dear life.

"Oh God! Yes! Yes!" she shouted.

I couldn't say or scream anything. My mouth had found her breasts again and was worshipping away. We stayed up there for what felt like hours. All other thoughts left my head. My whole world was fucking Jora now and I loved every second of it. A timer went off on her phone, which she had been charging on the counter next to my cookies. She climbed off me, panting and smiling.

"Guests will be here soon. We need to get dressed."

She took the apron to the laundry room as I changed back into my nice clothes. She headed upstairs and put on the nice and very form fitting black pants and white top she would be wearing for the evening. The doorbell rang and our private little pageant began. As far as anyone knew I had just arrived. We were both worried if asked too many questions about how we spent our day Mike would find out I banged his sister. That would not go over well in the office.

We did our best to repress our overwhelming need to sneak off and finish our little romp. Jora played the role of dutiful hostess and I that of grateful guest. Dinner was wonderful. I had been afraid I would be the odd man out at the dinner, being the new guy and all. Clearly, I hadn't needed to worry. Everyone was very welcoming and the conversations very comfortable. I found it surprisingly easy to join in.

Everyone slept over at these things I had been informed beforehand. Not being a particularly big house, I ended up on the couch. Didn't bother me at all. I made sure to keep the cover over me in case anyone came down. My mind kept wandering back to Jora's beautiful bare body and the hardon that resulted was hard to hide. Sometime in the middle of the night I got up to use the bathroom.

Stepping back out once finished I found Jora poking her head out of her bedroom door. It was clear she was sleeping in the nude. Of course she was. She gave me a naughty little smile and gestured to me with a crooked finger. Smiling like an idiot, I almost ran into her room. This time we were uninterrupted. I had to keep my mouth on hers to keep her from screaming again.

The next morning everyone said their goodbyes and headed off. Having arrived first I had been blocked in by the others and had to wait for everyone else to leave. Not that I minded. Jora slipped out of her clothes.

"You don't have classes till Monday, right?"

"Yeah, I mean no, I mean that's right."

"I think you should stay until then."

By the time I made it back to work Monday afternoon I knew Mike and Mr. Martinez were going to have to get used to the idea of Jora and I sleeping together sooner than later. She had made it clear this was going to be a lot more than just a one weekend thing.