Ch. 3: Suddenly Sober
Later that evening we all sat around telling stories and laughing to our heart's content, intoxicated, we all made it back to the living room after dinner to sit and watch our traditional Christmas Day movie, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. I got into the corner seat on the couch, Amy right next to me on my left. Somehow we squeezed 5 people on a 3 person couch. I got up and gave everyone more space and decided it would be better if I stood, anyway. If I sat for too long after drinking that much, I would have been passed out and drooling all over Amy's shoulder.
As everyone watched the movie, I headed to the kitchen to top off my scotch. I stood in there for a while, picking at the desserts and leftovers from dinner in the refrigerator. I didn't see Amy walk in and was startled when she touched my hand from behind the door. I had been thinking about her more and more all night, to where it was difficult to hide my throbbing cock in my pants. When I turned around, she immediately pressed herself against me. My hand gripped the door to steady myself.
"Oh, my god! I'm sorry! I did not know you were in here," I said.
"I know. I came in here because I knew we would be alone for a minute. Everyone else is pretty drunk out there and the children are about to go to bed. It's just you and I in here now, and we are the only ones who aren't drunk yet," she said in a semi hushed, seductive tone.
Her eyes blazed with lust as she stared into mine. I stuttered as I tried to wiggle my way out of that spot. She knew I was nervous. She intimidated me a little, but that made me want her even more. I walked around to the opposite side of the butcher block to hide my erection.
"Sorry. I, uh, I can be a little claustrophobic sometimes," I said, letting out a nervous chuckle.
"Don't be sorry, Jeff. And don't be nervous. I wouldn't want you to do anything uncomfortable," she said in a surely tone this time.
She knew what she was doing, though. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to do anything to get it.
"So, uh, I hope my family hasn't traumatized you too much, haha! We, uh, we like our alcohol," I laughed and tried not to sound skittish.
"Oh, don't worry, Jeff. They haven't. Trust me," she said, "There's one thing I've been thinking about since I started at the firm last month. Do you know what that is," she asked.
It sounded like a rhetorical question, but I answered anyway.
"Uh, getting that corner office," I blurted out.
"No, not that," she said, "It's something I was hoping to get for Christmas but haven't yet. It's not something anyone else would know about or can give me. Only you, Jeff. Only you could give this one particular gift to me," she said, now slowly walking toward me, sliding her fingers across the butcher block and looking at me the same as yesterday.
What the hell is happening?
