Samantha Pt 2. A Christmas to remember...
Read Pt 1 before moving on to this story.
Since our first sexual night together I have thought a lot about Jennifer. We have talked and texted back and forth, but with the last few days of school, followed by the upcoming holidays, we haven't been able to plan any time together. I actually feel bad, I don't want her to think this was a one-night thing or that I used her for sex. Although I am really not sure what this is? Or was? Or where this is going. I had fun, I experienced something new, but I don't know if I want a girlfriend or a female fuck buddy. But yet, I am fascinated by her and want to have sex with her again. My mind goes back and forth.
Due to family commitments for the holiday, I will not be able to see her this week. You see my family is very religious and we have a big Christmas Eve dinner, followed by midnight mass, then home for breakfast and off to bed. Christmas morning is a late brunch and presents. Followed by a big Christmas family dinner. Then over the next day or two another family dinner with the other side of the family, so holidays are hard for me to get away.
Jennifer asked me several times to meet over the week, but with this ridiculous schedule I have around the holidays, it's hard for me to get away. Fortunately, Christmas falls later in the week, so hopefully I will be done by the weekend. I ask Jennifer to hold off until later Saturday or Sunday so we can actually spend some time together. Jennifer says she understands, but I am sure she's disappointed.
Late evening Christmas Eve, I am at my parent's house waiting to go to church when I hear my phone go off. I get up to see I have a picture message from Jennifer. It is her lying in bed, wearing a Baby Doll Mini Bodysuit and a Santa's hat asking me if she can CUM down my chimney? I was so excited and so shocked. As I stared at the picture enjoying the view, I realized I'm at my parent's house, with family around. I went into panic mode. I quickly exited the message screen, turned my phone off and rammed it deep down in my purse. My mom asked me if I was alright, because I guess the look on my face was of absolute horror. I hadn't told them about Jennifer, never was planning on it, and now to get this picture while I'm at my old house with family around, at this precise moment, was something rather scandalous to me.
I told my mom, "I was fine; it was a stupid message from a drunk friend" and played it off like it was nothing.
As we sat in church I started to think of Jennifer, the picture she sent and our first night together. I drifted off into deep thought of her kiss, our cab ride home from the bar, when her hand was rubbing up and down my leg. How horny I was, how my pussy was throbbing to be played with. How erotic that night was! As my mind wandered deeper, my body started aching for more. Right there in church I started to get wet thinking about pussy. I was so entranced in thought that I missed the whole congregation standing up for hymns. My mom literally smacked my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. Even as I was singing, I was thinking of Jennifer fingering me, licking my pussy and bringing me to orgasm. After church we went back to my parents' house, it was late and I wasn't going to drive back to my place, so I ended up sleeping in my old room. It was weird lying in my old bedroom after months of being out on my own. How small and inconsequential this room seemed. How I laid in this bed throughout my childhood day dreaming of a million things. I dreamed about boys, about friends, school, my wedding day, my perfect house with the perfect family and yet just a bit ago I was in church thinking about Jennifer.
I remembered I had that picture she sent earlier. I reached into my purse, retrieved my phone and went back to her picture message. She was so cute lying there in her red teddy and Santa's hat. I starred at that image for quite a while. I finally replied to her, "Sorry for the late response I was in church. I loved the picture and wish you could be CUMMING down my chimney."
It was very late so I didn't expect a reply. As I closed my eyes, I kept thinking about what I would do to her if I walked into my room and found her lying on my bed that way. My stomach started getting those butterflies again, I felt the desires I had for her just more than a week back. I slid my hand up and under my T-shirt and started rubbing my stomach. My mind drifted off to kissing her lips, hearing her voice in my ear, sucking on her beautiful tits, feeling her wet pussy in my hand. Seeing her face between my legs licking my pussy. I slid my hand upwards and started rubbing my breasts, stopping at my nipples to pull, twist and tease them. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and slid my hand down into my panties. I was rubbing my clit in a deep slow circular motion, as my mouth opened with pleasure. I had to be quiet, but I needed to cum. It didn't take me long thinking of her and I brought myself to orgasm. I wanted to go longer, I wanted to cum more, I wanted to start fingering myself. I wished I was at my place alone, so I could get my dildo out and slide it in and out of my wet pussy. And then deep in my ass. Oh, my ass!! It's been so long since I have had cock, I want to fuck her again, but I need to get fucked.
Saturday night brought dad's side of the family to my parent's house. A host of aunts, uncles and cousins all gathered for the big family feast. You know us good Catholic's dressed in their Sunday best all enjoying the holiday spirit. When the night was over, I couldn't wait to go home, get out of these clothes, fall into bed and just get the Christmas week behind me. After arriving home, I changed into something comfortable, fell into bed and I slept very deep and very long into Sunday morning.
After waking up, I got up and took a long hot shower and just soaked my sore achy body, trying to revitalize my spirit. Afterwards, I just put on a pair of soft silky thong panties and my robe and wandered to my kitchen. Coffee!!! I need coffee. I wasn't in my kitchen 5 minutes when I heard a knock at my door. I just knew it was my mom or dad, who were going to make me go to family breakfast. I tied my robe and walked to my door, looked out my peep hole and saw Jennifer outside my apartment. My heart leapt. I whipped open the door in shock that she was there.
"What are you doing here?" I exclaimed!
Jennifer said, "I was on my way to the gym and decided I wasn't in the mood to work out."
Jennifer stated, "I know you've had a few long days, so I thought I'd swing by with some coffee and bagels to surprise you'"
Jennifer held up her hands which were carrying a bag and two large coffee's. Well she was right; it was a great surprise.
I was so amazed and heart touched and of course, I invited her in. We had a brief hug at my door and we walked to my kitchen. Jennifer was dressed down, she had on a large longer white T-shirt on, with dark blue yoga pants and flat white gym shoes. She didn't have much make-up on but still looked absolutely beautiful. It was so good to see her. As we ate, we talked about my family gatherings and what she had done over the last few days with her holidays. She was so sweet for me bringing me breakfast and wanting to take care of me. I was nervous she was there, because this is the first time she has been at my place, but I was relieved I finally got to see her. I wasn't sure anything was going to happen, or even if I wanted it to, but I was happy she stopped by to bring me a much-needed pick me up. Either way I was so glad she had thought enough about me to surprise me.
