Holly Down Under

Angie - a few days from Christmas

Angie could've walked out of her bedroom at her most comfortable, but there were enough reflective surfaces around the flat that she liked to primp and preen a little before she left the confines. She had the advantage of the primary suite, where she had her own loo. Sophie and Natasha had to share a bathroom.

Why am I doing my makeup?

It would be hours until Natasha would be home, and it wasn't like she didn't see Angie without her makeup frequently.

I want to feel sexy.

Angie grinned at her image in the mirror. Her mocha-colored skin was already getting extra toasty in her short exposure to her favorite beach early in the season. December had already hit the mid-thirties several times.

With Sophie gone, visits to the beach would likely be more infrequent. The bubbly redhead was the catalyst for all kinds of crazy adventures. It wasn't that Natasha wasn't fun to hang out with. Quite the opposite. Natasha wasn't the one to suggest the crazy plan, just the one to support it. It didn't help that her and Tasha's schedule rarely intersected in the right way.

Angie took a minute to tease out her hair. The explosive riot of frizzy black, brown, and gold undertones was controlled chaos in a manner that had taken her years to perfect. Although Melbourne was diverse by Australian standards, Angie still didn't know a lot of black or half-black girls like herself. She had to find sources online for hair care tips. Her father wasn't a font of knowledge with his bald pate. Her mother tried but didn't have the same frame of reference.

Throwing a towel over her shoulder, Angie thought about taking a toy with her to the front room. She rarely got alone time with two flatmates sharing the space, but that would wait until she'd gotten her baking done for the day. Slipping her feet into a pair of trainers, Angie walked out into the shared space of the house. It was a nice place for their section of Melbourne, but it took the combined income of three successful young women to afford the mortgage.

A bough of garland was curiously bouncing up and down from above the end of the hallway. The girls' three bedrooms and pair of bathrooms were down separate from the primarily open floorplan of the rest of the house. It was far more luxurious than the two-bedroom they'd shared in college. Back then, Sophie and Natasha had shared a bedroom. Angie won the coin flip to get her own bedroom then. In this house, she was paying a higher percentage of the mortgage, so she got the primary.

Aircon must be on.

Angie thought as she stepped down the hallway.

Did Sophie put up Christmas decorations before she left?

She'd flown to America late last night.

She does get nervous before she flies.

The furthest her flatmate had wandered previously was an excursion to New Zealand with her family a year ago, but that was nothing compared to the almost entire day she was spending traveling.

The bough of garland fell on Angie like some trap as soon as she stepped out of the hallway. The long green plastic and lights wrapped around her legs and nearly tripped her.

"Oops!" Natasha's laugh boomed out. "Caught a ripper of a nudey!"

"Tasha! What are you doing home?" Angie asked as she started to untangle the Christmas decorations.

"I was trying to put up the garland since Sophie's not here." Natasha hopped off the ladder to help unravel Angie. "Oh! Look at that. You must have gotten waxed with Sophie last week!" Natasha swept the green plastic and lights away from Angie's bare womanhood.

"It is almost beach season!"

"Could be like me. Don't have to get ready that way." Natasha grinned and shimmied her hips. The woman was eternally waxed, though she wasn't naked now like Angie was.

"How come you're not showing that off?"

"Been running back and forth putting lights up outside, too. Don't think the neighbors would appreciate the comfy outfit."

"Their loss." Angie shrugged. "Never answered my question, what are you doing home?"

"Traded shifts with Becks. She's got a sick kid, and this way, I have tomorrow night free for a date with Dr. Evans." Natasha waggled her eyebrows. "Haven't had one of those in ages."

Angie felt her heart fall. She'd been pining for Natasha for a while, but she knew that her flatmate didn't want a real relationship with her. They hooked up on occasion, but dating was an impossibility with Natasha's conservative family. It didn't stop Angie from longing for her.

Natasha, like Angie, didn't conform to the area's typical diversity. There was a high population of Chinese, Iraqi, and Iranian immigrants, but not Japanese and Russian. It was likely how the odd pairing came together at university nearly three decades ago. It was also why Natasha didn't usually celebrate Christmas. Her father didn't celebrate, at least not in the same way as the rest of Australia, and her mother didn't celebrate until January 7

th

, when the Eastern Orthodox church recognized the holiday.

Natasha was tall, lean, and breathtaking. Her gleaming smile made Angie want to cause the expression to grace the woman's face as often as possible. Angie had met her in an intro class at university but hadn't made a proper introduction until they ran into each other on a nude beach between semesters, a few days after Christmas more than half a decade ago. Sophie was a year more recent addition to the trio that had met on a nude beach half a decade ago.

This morning, Natasha was attired in an off-white sports bra with a thin black border between the ivory and her toasted-tan skin. A pair of pink bum shorts made her round butt look spectacular, but Angie doubted there was any apparel that could have a negative effect on the woman.

At least nothing that I've ever seen her in.

Natasha had no doubt already been out for a run. Her tight tummy and toned legs declared her dedication to fitness.

"Putting up the decos without Sophie being here?" Angie shook out of her impolite staring and changed subjects. She didn't want to discuss Natasha's love life if it didn't involve her.

"Don't feel much like Christmas if we don't, does it?" Natasha shrugged as she hopped back on the ladder with the untangled garland in hand.

"No. It doesn't. Had anything for brekkie?" Angie asked as she turned to watch Natasha's pert bum as she worked.

"Not yet, I was waiting for you. Wanna pop over to the coffee shop?"

"I could use a cuppa and croissant."

"Means you gotta get dressed, though."

"I suppose spending my day off in the nuddy wasn't realistic anyway." Angie sighed.

"What were you planning to get done?" Natasha looked over her shoulder, almost catching Angie staring at her bum.

"I was gonna make Christmas biscuits, get in some yoga, and maybe some vibe time." Angie giggled as the last one made Natasha turn a little pink. "Get in a little relief since I don't have a bloke to keep me company." She winked.

"Pretty sure Doc Evans wouldn't mind you joining in." Natasha returned the wink. She physically blushed too quickly, but she could give as well as she got.

Angie flashed back to the pair of threesomes she'd experienced with Natasha being involved. The first was after Sophie admitted she was curious but had never had sex with a woman. Natasha and Angie remedied that in Angie's bed. That had led to several encounters with Natasha without Sophie being present. Natasha had to end things as she didn't think her parents would accept the relationship.

A year ago, Angie and Natasha ended up in bed with Angie's boyfriend. Angie thought it was an excuse for Natasha to indulge again without having to give into the feelings that were blaring like a foghorn. They'd only had a single dalliance since. Angie wanted more, but Natasha couldn't get over her hangups.

"Don't think that would be good for a new relationship." Angie shook her head as she started to inventory her kitchen supplies.

"Probably not, but it'd be a ripper of a time." Natasha giggled. "Besides, Doc Evans is just for stress relief. Been told that he's got a good donger, but not much going between his ears if it doesn't involve medicine."

"Have fun, Tasha."

Natasha - That same time

"I plan on it!" Natasha laughed. She still felt the pull of her flatmate, but that was a life she couldn't have. "What happened with you and Sabastian?" She focused on Angie to change subjects. Sabastian was a tradie who would pop into her shop on occasion. The two flirted often.

"Dating my assistant manager." Angie shrugged from the kitchen. The mocha goddess was never far from Natasha's thoughts, but she couldn't be, not if Natasha wanted to keep in contact with her family. They wouldn't accept Natasha following her heart.

Angie was more than fifteen centimeters shorter than Natasha. A corona of frizzy hair in tones of black, brown, and blonde highlights was the perfect amount of tamed and feral. It had the colors and undertones of a lion's mane which looked appropriate on the petite, fierce woman.

Of the three nudist flatmates, Sophie was the instigator, the one that brought them on adventures large and small. Angie was the competitor, the one that found a way to push things to the next level. If the three girls dared each other to do something frightening, Angie would stand back and go last, not out of fear, but to see where the line was set and press further.

Nowhere was that daring and playful attitude more evident on her beautiful, ebony flatmate than the piercing at the top of her womanhood. Today, there was a glint of silver reflecting from the sun through the skylight on her triangle piercing. The daring woman decided to push further when the three ladies went to get pierced.

Angie typically looked cute with a line of dark pubic hair, but her current waxed look better highlighted her silver enhancement. Dark labia had one outlier for her pretty little pussy. One of the inner lips hung just outside her sister's. Natasha knew from experience that the difference got more pronounced when Angie was turned on. Something that she'd been lucky enough to cause it in her flatmate.

"Well, get a move on if we're going to get a cuppa!" Natasha snapped and pointed down the hallway. Though both her flatmates were fastidiously clean and absolutely prosperous in their professional lives, they occasionally needed a kick to be punctual in their personal lives.

"I will. I'm just trying to take stock and put some butter out to soften the biscuits." Angie playfully argued.

"I'd like to get some brekkie and get yoga in before I shuffle off to work."

"Wanna shout to work today? I need to do some shopping anyway." Angie hopped up from checking the flour and sugar supply. Her breasts bounced hypnotically, and Natasha couldn't help following her coal-black nipples as they bobbed like tiny ships on the sea. Her tits were small but had a jealousy-inducing shape and perkiness.

"That'd save me a half hour!" Natasha nodded. Not having a car or driver's license had been easier when she lived closer to work, but she liked the neighborhood, and the house was far larger than the girls could afford if they were closer to the hospital where she worked.

Angie's name was on the mortgage. She'd gone to school to get a business degree, which she earned, but when she kept advancing at the job she kept to pay for school, she decided to make a career of it. Though she was quite successful in her career, she still needed her two flatmates to chip in so she could afford the house. It was a win-win as neither Sophie nor Natasha could afford anything this nice early in their careers.

"Might put up the tree and help with biscuits!"

"Then, we need to get a move on." Natasha pointed down the hallway again. "I like your outfit, but I don't think the neighbors would approve." She giggled.

"Yeah, nah. I got everything for the biscuits. Sure you just want to wear bum shorts and a sports bra?"

"It's hot out there!" Natasha giggled.

"You're gonna make it hotter!" Angie chuckled as she went to her room.

Angie still has feelings for me.

Natasha knew for certain. It wasn't her flatmate who put a simmering romance on permanent hold. It was Natasha. She liked Angie a lot, far more than any guy that she ever dated. So much that it scared Natasha. She knew that her family wouldn't accept the relationship.

Time alone with Angie was simultaneously the best and worst thing. The temptation to reach out for Angie pounded like a drum in Natasha's heart. She had to guard her heart if she didn't want to lose her family.

Don't know if Angie's parents would be thrilled that there only child wouldn't provide them with the future family they want.

Natasha used intrusive doubts to push against her heart's desire for the incredible temptress.

While Angie changed, Natasha pulled the Christmas tree out of the storage room. Even the former-den-turned-storage-space was organized in the house. The three girls worked as flatmates as they were all orderly and structured.

"If you get to wear bum shorts, so do I!" Angie came back into the front room. This time, she was topless. A pair of gold shorts looked to be straining to contain Angie's breathtaking booty. They were complimented by a pair of black trainers with gold accents.

"Going to need a bra, lovely." Natasha giggled as she struggled to stay focused on the tree instead of staring at Angie. It was odd that half-undressed turned her on more than naked, but perhaps it was the novelty of seeing her flatmate topless. She was usually naked, only clothed on days of the month when nudity was untenable or when Sophie or Natasha had friends over.

"I can't just go like this?" Angie played dumb and threw her purse over her shoulder.

Angie's brown eyes danced in glee as she smiled. Some didn't see the tones and beauty in the spectrum of possible colors in brown eyes. Natasha could see jade accents in Angie's stellar pair. They were life-giving, like a direct connection to mother nature. Natasha's own were a warmer, almost fiery pair.

"I wouldn't complain, but you may cause a traffic accident or two."

"Might also catch the attention of the coppers. Suppose a public indecency complaint wouldn't look good on my record." Angie shrugged as she shuffled to the closet that hid the washer and dryer. Above the dryer was a rack for hang drying and a few sports bras. She selected a black top and threw it on.

"To the coffee shop! I need caffeine to untangle lights!"

Angie - That night, after Natasha left for work

Waves of pleasure radiated through Angie as she touched her vibe to the triangle piercing that went under her clit. Between it and the fingers in her quim, it was like lighting the fuse on dynamite. The end was inevitable, but she could still pack more explosives into the coming climax.

Angie watched herself in the reflection of the unpowered television. Her legs were spread wide as if inviting a phantom lover to couple with her. Her eReader was on the glass coffee table. The lesbian erotica she'd used to get started was no longer needed. Her imagination was on fire with memories and fantasies of Natasha running through her mind.

Lesbian erotica used to be an added spice to her erotica choices. Something to add on top of her main course of more heteronormative stories, living out her vivid dreams of exhibitionism. Sophie and Natasha said that being naked was hardly ever about sex or titillation, but for Angie, she was eternally turned on when out of her kit where society would frown on it. Angie's latest find that involved a pair of lesbian exhibitionists was engrossing.

Pushing the vibrator harder into her jewelry, Angie made her triangle piercing rattle as she concentrated on a potent fantasy. That of Natasha coming home unannounced and discovering her in the front room getting off. It wasn't realistic as Tasha had to wait for or call Angie for a ride if her shift ended early, but that didn't stop Angie from leaning into it.

Natasha would be overcome and devour Angie, using her tongue in ways that didn't seem possible. Angie would be pushed into a flurry of escalating orgasms before she stripped Natasha's clothes off her and fetched the strap-on that Angie'd been practicing with but had yet to employ with her flatmate.

I could fuck her better than any bloke.

Angie had a burst of confidence as endorphins surged through her body.

Angie met her eyes in the reflection of the television and kicked her body into climax. Her legs snapped shut as she shuddered in bliss. They'd open further and pull back like a spring winding as Angie approached ecstasy, and then all the built energy would erupt in an instant. She screamed into the empty house, joyfully taking advantage of the solitude. Her body shook to pulse the bliss through her body.

"Gaaaahhhh!" Angie screamed as she closed her eyes and rode out the climax. When she was this turned on, Angie could ride the wave of bliss from one orgasm into another until exhaustion racked her body. It helped when she was having sex or masturbating where she wasn't supposed to be. The increased sensitivity that came with her piercing had made that easier to achieve.

One peak brought Angie screaming to another as she imagined, alternately, Natasha watching or participating. The colors of dawn fired against her clenched eyes as she gasped and sputtered through a trifecta of potent orgasms. She would have pushed for more, but she needed oxygen before her climaxes caused her to pass out on the sofa.

Might have been fun for Natasha to discover me after her shift.

Angie thought as she gulped in air and recovered from intense bliss. Her better senses started to filter back in as ecstasy ensconced every nerve like a warm blanket in the Christmas movies that her flatmate loved to watch.

"Oops, made a mess." Angie giggled, happy that she'd put down a towel under her before she started. The cool, waterproof leather felt nice on a bare ass, but her pussy was dripping excited honey. "Need to go to bed anyway, early day tomorrow." It was rare for her to ever have consecutive days off.

Angie let one more shudder pulse through her like a shiver before she got up and threw the towel over her shoulder. She went to the sink to clean off her toy before she put it away. The flatmates were all fastidiously clean, and even if she had her own bathroom to clean her toy, she preferred washing it in the kitchen.

"Fucking shit!" yelled a squeaky voice from somewhere in the kitchen. "Wow, you're flexible, and you looked like you were having a shit load of fun! I never thought you were going to finish diddling yourself!"

"Ahh!" Angie's heart leapt up her throat as she screamed. She turned to bolt out of the kitchen, dropping her vibe in the sink. The garland that had almost tripped her earlier in the day curled down from the ceiling, wrapped around her, and arrested her retreat. Vines encircled her around her legs and arms.

"Hello! Christmas elf here! I have fucking magic. No running, okay!?" The high-pitched voice scolded as Angie was levitated by the vines and turned to face the granite countertop a few meters away.

Atop the dark surface stood a woman who had to be no taller than seventy-five centimeters. She wore a fuzzy green hat, slippers with curled toes, a red fringe, and a bell at the top. Her dark-colored skin had an unnatural purple hue to it, and she was covered in a green and red bikini. A furry white fringe bordered the whole set of bathers. It wasn't quite the outfit Angie thought of an elf wearing, but it was more like a warm weather variant.

"Who are you!? What are you doing in my house!?" Angie asked as she struggled to free herself from the vines. The ligatures tightened each time she tried to tear out of them. They were far more robust than the plastic and wire structure should be.