AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is a submission for the Holiday story contest. After a major boo-boo it has been re-edited.
I hope you enjoy reading it, and please, please vote!
Merry Christmas!!
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Katie's POV:
I was numb, completely and utterly numb. I could no longer feel my body, my mind or my heart. The man I'd been seeing for almost three years broke up with me two days before Christmas. I thought he was 'the one.'
What was there to not like about him? He was sexy as all get out. He was tall and lean with muscles to make any woman cum just looking at his body. His hands were strong, yet gentle and loving; his lips were full and warm, meshing perfectly with my hot, yearning lips; even his grunts when he came were urgent, like that of an Angel playing a violin in my ear when we'd make love.
But after almost four years together and hearing "It's been a good run," it was hard to take. I wanted to explore my sexuality. I wanted to know what else was out there. He was my Dom and didn't want to share me. I was missing something, but he had his claws dug too deep into my back. When I told him what I wanted and needed, he broke it off.
"Good riddance, mother fucker!" I screamed to an empty room.
My eyes started to burn again, but I knew I didn't have any more tears left to fall from my red, swollen eyes. There would be more to come, no doubt, with every morning's sunlight trying to brighten my dreary world. My heart would never love again.
The effects of the alcohol in my third egg nog was beginning to take effect, and the painful numbness turned enjoyable. Oh, I still hurt inside, but I didn't care. I pushed myself off of the couch, turned off the lights in the living room and trudged into the foyer to lock the door. Locking the door -- locking Steve out. Final, it was all so final.
Sighing deeply, I pulled my favorite afghan that my Granny made around my shoulders and turned for the stairs when the doorbell rang. God, I sure didn't need or want to see anyone. But if it was Rose, I wouldn't have minded if she could stay with me, just for tonight, just to keep me company so I wouldn't feel so lost and alone.
I went to the door but just stood there, dreading it was Steve. I didn't want to open it. I didn't even peak through the peep hole to see if it was him. The doorbell rang again, shaking me from my heart broken, morbid thoughts.
When I finally gained the courage to open the door, all of my fears were pushed aside. It was Rose. She was my one friend that knew when I was hurting. She forced a smile as she looked over my red-splotched face and swollen eyes.
I started to laugh, though I don't know why. It was so loud I heard my echo bounce off the trees surrounding the house. What came back at me was the laughter of a mad woman, and I was expecting someone else to jump out from behind the woman and attack me. But it was only my hysterical self, trying to hold onto reality. That made me laugh even harder.
"Oh, honey," Rose whispered, her smile fading. "I heard what happened from Steve's sister. Are you okay?" I could only shake my head. "I've brought the makings for margaritas and my night clothes, if you'd like me to stay."
"I'd love for you to stay, but I'm already buzzing pretty good," I replied as I opened the door wider to let her in.
I went to the couch and threw myself down hard, clutching my knees close to my chest. A minute later Rose sat down beside me, and I immediately fell into her arms and burst into tears. She began to softly whisper words I couldn't understand as she ran her fingers through my hair.
She did that for I don't know how long before I understood her say, "Girl, what's that smell?" A second later she said, "Oh, it's you. Come on. You need a bath."
"No, no. I'll take a shower later," I protested.
"Would you just hush?" she said as she stood and grabbed my hand.
I let her pull my body up then toward to the bathroom, scuttling my feet as we went to the bathroom. She set me on the closed toilet seat lid, and I watched her as she turned the spigots on, occasionally checking the temperature by running her fingers under the stream of water.
When she seemed somewhat satisfied with the temperature she placed the stopper over the drain and turned to face me before getting on her knees in front of me. I stared back at her blankly. Without a word our eyes locked in an almost cat-like stare before she leaned forward, her hands on my knees, slowly running her hands up my jeans.
"Rose, what are you doing?" I mumbled.
"I hardly think you have the strength to undress yourself. Am I right?" she asked, her hands briefly stopping before they reached my hips.
Yeah, she was right. The tips of her fingers slid under my night shirt I'd had on from the night before. I felt myself tremble when her cold fingers brushed against my waist. Being surprisingly disappointed when she removed them, I soon realized she had begun to undo the very bottom button, and I couldn't even find the energy to stop her.
I looked over her face as she moved upward slowly. She kept her eyes on her fingers trying to glimpse a peak of my skin. As the shirt became free of its last button over my breasts, I found myself holding my breath. She pushed the material away from my body, up and over my shoulders.
She stood up, towering over me, as she gently grabbed me by my forearms and pulled me forward. I shivered as her fingers trailed my skin while she tugged the blouse down, releasing my arms before tossing it onto the floor. My forehead brushed against her soft cotton blouse, and the contact was comforting, so I rested my head against it.
She softly brushed her hand over my bare shoulder, and I closed my eyes. The tip of her fingernails trailed down to the small of my back then up to my shoulder blades. The sensation gave me goose bumps as she helped me stand. I looked up into her face and was surprised at the expression on her face as she looked over mine. I don't know if it was because I was in shock or there was something more to it.
I heard myself say, "I can get it from here."
"Okay," she said as she backed away and stood against the wall, watching every move I made.
Before I pulled down my sweats I wanted to make sure the water wasn't too hot so I could make a quick escape into the tub. Once I was reassured, I quickly pulled them down and carefully slid into the hot, soothing water. I had to admit that it felt good. I sighed and leaned down so the water was barely over my shoulders and leaned against the end of the tub. It was just what I needed.
I closed my eyes and thought Rose had left until I heard, "Make some room in there for me."
