Unexpected Christmas Gift Adult
My name is Bob.
Yes, like the furniture guy. Please get your laughs out of the way now.
What you are about read happened. However, not exactly as you are going to read it. Names were changed to protect the innocent. Well, not really. Our behavior was not at all innocent. It's just none of us are particularly eager to be... well to be honest I do not know what. This is the internet, however. Knowing our luck, it would be embarrassing.
So why put this out there? To be honest, it's because she told me to. She caught me in a moment of weakness and got me to give my word. I should be able to resist her by now. Or at least her bribery attempts. I haven't been able to yet.
To wind this up, this is my first attempt so please be kind in your reviews. She does not need more ammunition after all. It will have something of a slow build as those involved did not just rip each other's clothes off. Tags: I may come back to these as I never did this before.
Blasted sneaky girlfriend.
Anyway, let's begin.
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Chapter One: My Sister's Christmas Gift
It was a dark a stormy night. Such as Snoopy would have taken one look at and stayed in the doghouse. Bob was at the church setting up for the candlelight service.
Oh yes. It was Christmas Eve. Kinda of made the rain even more disappointing.
"How's it going?"
I looked around. "Just about done cleaning up from the Children's Service. It looks like they really enjoyed themselves this year."
"Weren't you an Usher? Wouldn't you have seen them?"
"Not this year, Pastor. This year I am only ushering the Candlelight Service. I came early to help get things ready."
"Thanks. So many of our usual crowd are sick or vacationing this year. The help is appreciated."
The rain sounded harder on the roof. As well as being driven into the windows by the wind.
The Pastor shook his head. "I expect we can count on the dedicated traditionists tonight. Anybody else will probably take one look at that storm and find something on you tube. If we're lucky it might even be churchy."
"These days a Christmas show would almost have to be Broadway level in production for that."
"That's sad."
I shook my head. "Maybe not. Remember, the Christmas story really isn't going to change. The songs have been around for years, some of the traditional carols even longer. It's like reruns of reruns several times over." I looked out over the pews. "I have to wonder how many attend these services out of inertia and have long stopped expecting to get anything from it. If a bit of showmanship brings their attention back to what the Church wants them to think important, is it really that bad?"
"That was deep. I want to say yes. After thirty years in the ministry, I'm not sure I can deny it."
My cell phone rang. I gave it a quick peek. "It's Dad. I better take it."
"Go ahead. I'll see you later." He walked off.
I showed enough respect to the concept of God's House not to take it in the sanctuary. Hey it was how I was raised. When I reached the narthex, I hit the answer icon and the speakerphone Icon. I had too. I could barely hear him over the storm. "Yes dad?"
"I need to borrow the Range Rover. They need me to come in."
"My Range Rover? What happened to your pickup trick?"
"The transmission died."
"Do you have to go in? The rainstorm out there sounds like something Noah might have recognized."
"They declared a State of Emergency. The whole sheriff's department must come in."
"Right. It's parked in my garage. You know where I keep my keys. Should I make my excuses and come home?"
"No. Our group of cabins are on the high end of town. We should be safe. You are at the church? I am pretty sure that area is safe too. Stay there until you are done. Your mom is already at the hospital doing her nursing stuff. Your sister Kimmy said she is coming in from the east. She should be dry as she still has that Hummer we gave her for her eighteenth. I better go."
"Good luck. I'd say stay safe, but with that storm, I should probably say stay safe as you can."
"I will. He hung up."
Putting the phone away I went back to work. It took another ninety minutes, but I finished cleaning up the mess. Next I set up all the candles in the pew holders and made sure the baskets with candles were right by the doors. Also, I placed pocket fire extinguishers near the chairs where various staff and volunteers would be sitting. These I made sure to be out of easy viewing. I also checked the tags on the regular fire extinguishers. Lit candles were nice and helped set the atmosphere for a few of the songs. The building lit on fire would do none of those things.
Finally, I was done. I smiled at the result and decided to sit in the library.
It would be quiet and comfortable. Things I liked about a room. Once there, I took off my suit jacket and unbuttoned my vest. Nobody was supposed to need the room for another couple hours
It was a safe place to set the alarm on my phone and take a nap.
The rain seeming to get harder helped me fall asleep.
My sleep was excellent until my phone sounded. A quick look at the clock told me it was only 930p. It was my sister texting me.
Kimmy: You there, Bob?
Bob: Yes. Something wrong? you make it home safely?
Kimmy: Barely. Felt like my car was swimming by the end there.
Bob: Great. How can I help?
Kimmy: Remember my friend Betsy?
Bob: Hot redhead that you hang out with a lot. In a bunch of your classes and you said dating somebody really rich iirc?
Kimmy: Yes to the classes. I'm glad you think she's really hot. And no to dating that rich guy anymore. She told me she caught the guy cheating on her with three other girls. At once.
Bob: Oh really? He did this and thought he was keeping Betsy's love?
Kimmy: Get this. He thought she needed to accept this. That it was his right to fuck as many girls as he wanted and they were property too be used. If Betsy wanted to become his wife, she was going to accept this. Even join in.
Bob: I know you keep telling me I need learn emojis. I am certain there is no emoji strong enough to show how shocked I am.
Kimmy: Nor to show how angry Betsy was. She broke up with him by kicking him in his cock and storming out.
Bob: Understandable. I do not understand how you think I can help you.
Kimmy: She doesn't have a place for the holidays and holiday break. Her parents are on a cruise, her brother is serving overseas and she certainly isn't going to grovel to here ex for a place to spend the time. I brought her home with me.
Bob: Makes sense so far. I still do not know my role.
Kimmy: Remember I am hosting the children this year so all the adults can plot their holiday gifts. My cabin will be full of children and people helping keep an eye on them. More family members are expected this year.
Bob: And there is no room in the inn. I understand now. Since I am doing the dinner setting this year, I still have my guest room free.
Kimmy: Exactly. Can Betsy stay with you for a few days?
Bob: Sure. I have no issues if she wants to.
Kimmy: Great. I told her enough about you so this will work.
Bob: And she did not run?
Kimmy: You are not that bad.
Bob: Yet I am still single. I better get ready for the service. See you tomorrow.
Kimmy: Thanks again.
The service was as badly attended as we feared.
We were not a megachurch. We were never going to have thousands attending.
Our Pastor would quite literally dance for joy if we had enough to use the word hundreds.
Tonight with this storm we topped out at dozens. Portable heaters were set up to dry people off and every towel in the building bigger than a tea towel was pressed into service to try to dry people off as much as we could.
For all that the service was touching and inspirational.
And for the first time in some people's minds, it was over too soon.
It wasn't that the sermon was that good or that the music was better than normal.
It was that the weather was that bad. As I discovered after quickly finishing the post service cleaning I was responsible for. It was not that it was cold. 35 degrees was actually warm for a late December night. It was not that it was raining. I could take that by itself.
It was the fact it was a 35 degree night with a drenching, soaking icy wind. I think I once read an English writer describe it as 'lazy wind'. The kind of wind that could not be bothered to blow around you so it blew through you instead. I had spent money on the kind of waterproof trench coat sailors used. It lasted twenty minutes.
My walk home took thirty five.
I was soaked to the skin by the time I made it to my cabin door.
No sooner did I close the door behind me than I dropped all my clothes. I grabbed a robe I had left by the door because the forecast sounded so bad earlier and moved to the sofa in the living room. The cold exhausted me and I was asleep within ten seconds.
I thought I heard a 'Hello, is that you Bob?' before I faded out completely.
Betsy was not used to men falling asleep in front of her. Certainly not with her in a robe and holding a walking stick she found in the hallway stand. The way she had a grip on it, most men would have dived behind the sofa and started gibbering some kind of pleading for mercy mixed with apologies for whatever they did that ticked her off.
Betsy poked him with the stick. She felt the shivers on the other end. Curious, she stretched out a finger and felt his neck.
He was freezing.
Betsy realized a couple of things. One, he was likely to catch pneumonia if something wasn't done. Two, this could well be Bob. She quickly took the blankets from her bed in the guest room and piled on top of him. Then she called Kimmy and asked where he kept the hot chocolate. As the hot chocolate was being made, she had a long talk with her friend.
The microwave beeped. Three minutes. Hot, but not so hot that he could not start drinking immediately. Some stirring and pouring into a large mug later, she came back into the living room. "Drink this."
He did. Slowly. His eyes slowly opened. "Girl." They closed again.
She held the mug for him and helped Bob to finish the mug.
His eyes opened again. "Sexy girl." They closed. And snapped back open. "A sexy girl feeding me hot chocolate? Guess that weather killed me."
"No, but you are shivering. I'm Betsy. Kimmy told you I was coming. Remember?"
"Betsy... Betsy... Betsy.... Sexy redhead. College friend... Kimmy... Betsy!"
