Author's note: a longer installment with a surprise (sort of) at the end. Happy holidays folks!
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Laying beneath my Christmas tree and swathed in an enormous red fleece blanket, Peaches had appeared almost magically in my den in the wee morning hours of the Saturday before Christmas. She had been lying in wait to surprise me. It worked. I was reduced to a heap of pre-adolescent glee.
"Get in here and warm me up would you?!" She giggled as I skidded across the slippery hardwood floor in my socks. "I don't think you guys actually heat your downstairs at night."
I wriggled beneath the blanket and came up next to her. "We turn down the heat. Timer. Sorry." I explained, as I pressed against her under the fleece then paused while I ran my hands over the parts of her body that were accessible. "It doesn't help that you're naked dummy." Now we were lying on our sides facing each other.
Heather grinned impishly. "I'm giving up clothes as much as possible over break. OK with you if I hang around here mostly nude for the next couple of weeks?" she asked, her sky blue eyes twinkling. She already knew the answer to that question.
She kissed me with the little pink mouth I'd missed. Her closeness brought a whiff of sweet peach. She'd used her fruity namesake shampoo for the first time in awhile. Her tongue darted out to lick my upper lip and she slid my hand up to cup one of her enormous D-cup breasts. Together we gently squeezed the firm flesh of her amazing mammary. I felt her nipple grow hard beneath my palm. My groin was doing the same thing but on a larger scale.
"I've missed you," she whispered between kisses, as I brushed a lock of golden hair from her eyes. She slid a hand through the button fly of my pajama bottoms to take hold of me. "And there's something I've definitely been missing the past few months."
"No suitable college boys?" I teased.
"Not much time for love. Lots of studying. My few hookups were so-so. You guys have spoiled me. Freshman sex was kind of like nibbling on a pack of saltines to tie me over until I could get home for a thick juicy steak." She squeezed my erection at the last three words. "I hope you took your vitamins this morning fella, 'cause I came home extra horny."
With no further preamble, she drew my cock through the fly of my pajamas to rub it up and down her smooth slit. She lifted her leg a little and hunched her hips forward. The head of my cock just barely managed to wedge its way into her little opening. Peaches wasn't kidding about her shortage of sex. She was near virgin-tight from her long dry spell.
We ground our way together. It was a slow, friction-intense process because neither of us had let our bodies catch up to our libidos. Finally, we were pressed into each other from thigh to chest and I was all the way inside her. I withdrew slowly and by the second stroke inside her we were already slickened. I began sliding in and out of her lazily. She pursed her lips and squinted her eyes like I was scratching a long overdue itch. In a way, I guess I was.
It was oddly sensual making love to Peaches while we were both covered from the neck down by the blanket. Usually, sex with her was a visual thing based on her ability to seduce you with her impossibly hot adolescent body. Joining like this was different, more intimate somehow. I focused now on her pretty face. The way her golden hair bounced. The way her large, bright blue eyes shined happily. The delicate curve of her perfect jaw line.
My reverie was interrupted by Samantha's voice ringing from the door of the den. She was standing there, swaying sleepily, wearing her black satin robe. "Hey, what happened to...." she stopped when she registered that Peaches was home. "Yay!" Sam burst out and in a few seconds she was wriggling under the blanket to join us.
Heather and I resumed our slow humping as Sam made her way up from the bottom of the blanket. The Sam-sized lump stopped only about halfway up though. I felt her chin brush my balls. That would put her mouth right about...
I watched Heather's eyes flutter with pleasure. Yep, right about Heather's tush. I held Heather still and reached around to palm one of her round little ass cheeks. I spread it gently to make way for what I suspected Sam was doing. Sure enough, Heather cooed happily as Sam's tongue worked more vigorously into her little butt. Heather and I didn't move. We just let Sam do her thing.
Eventually, Sam's hand snaked around to cup one of my butt cheeks and pull me forward into Heather. She did it again more insistently. Sam was signaling me to resume fucking. I did, but gently, trying not to dislodge Sam's face from between Heather's buns.
Sam and I had never done this for Peaches before but we probably should have thought of it earlier. It was a combination of two of her favorites: the analingual 'treats' Heather adored, together with my cock stuffed into her smooth, tight little pussy. It was working too. Heather's breathing soon devolved into ragged, irregular panting and her eyes were screwed tightly shut with pleasure.
I wasn't going to be able to get going enough to join Peaches in her approaching orgasm, but that was OK. There would be plenty of time for that. Right now, Sam and I made it about Heather.
Heather began to hump forward and back spastically as she got closer. She hungrily used Sam's tongue in her ass and my cock in her cunt. Finally she came, hissing one long "Yeeeessssss!!" and burying her forehead into my shoulder as she rocked more roughly forward and back, riding out her orgasm.
When she'd recovered, Peaches looked back up at me. "Now that," she sighed, "was exactly the kind of thing I've been missing." She slid herself off me as Sam appeared finally, flushed from being beneath the warm blanket and the lack of fresh air.
The girls started talking quickly in the near-universal female attempt to instantly communicate every intervening event to a reunited girlfriend. I was temporarily hosed. There'd be no more fun sex stuff until this was over. It was a momentary setback.
I slipped away, leaving the girls beneath the blanket, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. When I came back with three mugs and distributed them I also tossed logs in the fireplace and started up a good fire.
The frequency and pitch of the girls' banter had by now reduced enough that I could participate: "So I thought you weren't due back until Monday?"
"I smoked all three of my chemistry exams this semester," Heather said proudly. "My grade was high enough that my professor let met opt out of the final. It was my last one so I could come home early. Thought it would make a nice surprise."
"You're not only home, you're home early and you had a good first semester! We definitely need to celebrate." Sam disappeared back towards the kitchen in a streak of black satin. She returned a couple of minutes later just as Heather had just reached into my pajama bottoms again to start another round of fun.
"Look what I've got!" Sam was proudly holding an icy bottle of prosecco aloft in one hand.
Heather's response was less than enthusiastic. "Awwww, I kick butt my first semester, drive three hours in the dark, and sleep in the cold under your tree to surprise you both and you give me crummy Italian champagne?!" Heather whined. Clearly her semester away had not diminished her booze snobbery.
Sam was dumbstruck and started looking hurt. I came to her rescue. "Peaches, look at her other hand..." Sam held a screw-top container filled with a yellowish-pink slurry. "She was going to make bellinis to celebrate."
"Bellinis? "Prosecco plus..." then the blood drained from her face, "...plus peach puree. Peaches for me?" Sam nodded silently and Heather sprang from the cover of her red blanket to bound naked into Sam and hug her tightly. "Like mimosas but better," Heather sobbed and blabbered a long stream of uninterrupted "thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
The scene was sweet and silly and sexy at the same time. Heather was genuinely apologetic. She was also bucknaked and pressing herself against Samantha. I got my first clear look at her juicy little teenage bubble butt in months. Lordy, I'd missed that tush too.
Sam recovered and hugged Peaches back. "That's not all. Here is a small pre-Christmas present too." Sam handed her a tissue paper-covered gift bag. "Frankly, it's kind of a gift for us also. Roll with it."
