Christmas Wish 2013

3 days before my college classes start, my cab drives away, I'm standing on the sidewalk with two cardboard boxes, a large suitcase, a backpack and a man-sized stuffed teddy bear.

I look at the long sidewalk to my dorm; I was in a dither, how am I gonna get all this to my dorm room? I can't possibly carry it all; I can't leave anything unattended.

I spot a guy about 30 feet away, sitting on the grass, it appears he's taking a video of me with his phone.

{'Do I ask a stranger for help?}

While getting up the nerve to ask, he, the picture taking fellow, is approaching, "Taylor?" He asks, with an elated smile.

"Huh?" I looked at him puzzled.

"Are you Taylor Swift?" He was still recording, he had a very anxious, impatient gaze, like he was awaiting to hear the final number to win the lottery.

"No, I'm Elize." I giggle, "If I was Taylor Swift, my entourage would have all this" waving my arm over my belongings. "No... no wait... I wouldn't even be here... do you think Taylor would be rooming on campus?"

"Elize, I'm Troy," He rolled his hand before him, as he bowed in a curtsy, mimicking a gesture done in the medieval royal courts.

"You sure look like Taylor; please allow me to be your entourage of one, to assist with all of this;" he waves his arm over my belongings. "I'll also be Elize's number 1 fan."

I'm not upset he's checking out my body, I'm not egotistical, but I know I'm sexy, it's why I wear t-shirts without a bra, and these flattering daisy duke cutoffs.

He's quite handsome, seems friendly, doesn't look like a serial killer. I sling the backpack over my shoulder, "Thank-you, that'd be great." Picking up 'Teddy' put him under my left arm and take the handle on the rolling suitcase; he picks up the 2 boxes. "Lead the way Elize."

I knew he was staring at my ass, so I walked slower than usual and added a bit more bum wiggle.

As we were walking, he asked, "Are you here for a good time, or a long time?"

I stop, turn slightly, give Troy my best smile, "I'm here for my degree, hopefully that doesn't take a long time, and I'm not objectionable to a good time." I tip my head slightly, giving him a seductive gaze.

Troy stepped quickly ahead, grabbed the door and swung it open for me, we exchanged smiles, it was a neat vibe we shared at that moment.

{'That impressed me, a gentleman, I've not met any of those.'}

Everything in my dorm room, boxes by the desk, suitcase and backpack by the closet, Snuggle Bear propped up against my pillows.

"Can you sing?" Troy quizzed, "only to 'snuggle bear', he doesn't judge my lack of talent."

Troy sat on the edge of my bed, rubbed the top of Teddy's head, "Snuggle bear, huh... that's a position I'd like to audition for." He had a devilish grin, and a glint in his eye. I understood his connotation, he was definitely flirting, and I was relishing it.

"So, would you give me the pleasure of your company for a coffee, maybe lunch? He stands, "Or do you need to get unpacked?"

"Unpacking ALL this," she made an exaggerated arm movement sweeping across the room; "Might take 20 minutes." She giggled. "Ok Troy, but you're buying."

"Of course." He held the door for me.

He treated me to a Latte and pastry. We laughed a lot, shared a bit of family history... discovered we live in the same small city, went to rival schools. We then took a leisurely stroll in the park... then a pizza and a couple beers.

Late evening, we were holding hands, sauntering back to my dorm, we made a date for the next day. At my dorm room door, he took both my hands, our eyes locked, I was sure he was about to kiss me; "If I could borrow a kiss, I promise I will return it with interest."

It was so sweet, it melted my heart; we briefly, tenderly, kissed. He let my hands go "G'nite Elize," and started to walk away.

"Troy," I paused as he turned, then I spoke softly. "Thank-you today was wonderful. Don't take too long to return that kiss, we didn't discuss any terms, my rates are astronomical." I giggle, "Interest is already accruing." He hurried back to me, my arms went around his neck, his around my waist.

"It could never be too much, I'm filthy rich with kisses." Our tongues met before our lips; I'd never been kissed so passionately. He lifted me, twirled my around. After several minutes, I know we both considered me inviting him to my bed, I reluctantly sent him on his way.

I flopped on my bed, grabbed 'Snuggle Bear' laid him on top of me, squeezed him tightly; "looks like you're gonna have to get used to sleeping on the floor." I kissed his black plastic nose. "Someone had a very favorable audition to take your place."

Our date turned into an all-day excursion, investigated the campus, and the entire neighborhood, a local restaurant and brewery.

Other than classes we were always together, Troy did get 'snuggle bear's" place, we started sleeping together (well that's what it's called) in my dorm in early October.

We attended a Halloween dance, as Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn; we won second place; Darth and Chewbacca won first.

We ordered in for Thanksgiving, because of covid. Christmas was coming up fast, but both our families were worried about us flying home, so we decorated my dorm room. A small tree, streamers, Troy bought me a cute little Santa that danced and played music. We were cuddling in bed, listening to it; Cuddle Bear watching from his new spot beside the desk.

"Conner invited us both to his parents for Christmas. They live about an hour away; they offered to pick us up."

"Why haven't I met Connor?" I queried.

He gives me a hug, kisses my cheek, "I was reluctant, wary as he's a profound 'Swifty' an unbelievable infatuation for Taylor Swift, and you look so much like her you could be her sibling or her twin even. I was selfishly keeping you away from him."

"Well, I'd like to meet him before I decide to travel off in a car with strangers." I kiss Troy intimately. "Like today... right now... Christmas is only a few days away."

We don our coats and walk to their dorm.

Connor is hot, 6'2" thick, wavy, black hair, hard body, I was told he works out in the gym a couple hours a day, 6 or 7 days a week. He's here on a scholarship, the University basketball star. I immediately think he must have great stamina; I'll admit I was attracted, admittedly enamored.

He had a deep, country singer type voice, "Troy said you were as alluring as Taylor, I thought he was exaggerating, I didn't think it could be possible." He extended his hand, "I'm in awe, you are stunning."

He had a very warm hand, and as he held mine firmly, his piercing blue eyes sparkled; I felt him undressing me with those puppy dog eyes; I was intrigued.

Connor was definitely ogling me, it felt a bit creepy, but at the same time, it felt good, exhilarating.

Connor has a Taylor Swift poster on the wall beside his bed turned sideways, so it appears she's lying next to him and one stapled to the ceiling. I agree with Troy, a bit of an infatuation.

"Wow," I looked around "You are a true Swifty"

Conner, slightly blushing, "She is stunning, as are you."

We decided to go to the local bar for drinks, we had many laughs and a few beers, played some pool; Connor was definitely flirting me the whole time. A bit tipsy we head back to their dorm and order pizza. I accepted the invitation to stay the night in Troy's bed. We cuddled but abstained, knowing our passion isn't very quiet.

I understand Troy's concern about introducing us earlier; I was impressed with Connor; I actually respected Troy's insight, furtive intuition. I too, now wondered if he had introduced us right away which one I'd have dated, I'm falling in love with Troy, but Connor has my attention, he excites me.

In the morning, we woke as Connor left to the gym... I immediately let Troy know, how horny I was, how tormenting it was sleeping together, feeling his body, but not copulating. We expeditiously rectified that.

I was riding Troy, his hands on my tits... leaning back for full contact on my g spot... my orgasm happening, moaning my normal loud ooo's, ooohh's and aaahhh's, the door opens... Connor... a deer in the headlights look... our stare begins... I see gym shorts, shirtless, sweaty... excellent athletic body... adding to the thrill of my climax... groaning... quivering... contorted face... I fall forward... still staring at Connor... Troy's hands went to my bum... his fingertip touched my puckered star... BOOOOM... another intense orgasm... a loud groan... Connor's gaze was lust filled... he was ogling me again... everything was electrifying. I considered asking him to join.

Troy ejaculated... his finger probed my anus... I shook again... my strongest orgasm ever... for some reason I imagined it was Connor I was riding, and Troy was behind me... preparing to sodomize me.

Connor backed out, closing the door silently. Troy and I basked in the afterglow. I doubt Troy even knew Connor was in the room; he never mentioned it, nor did I.

A short while later Connor returned, Troy and I were spooning, Connor obviously just showered, ruffled hair still wet, shirtless, his hot, ripped, body excited me; the large bulge in his shorts was exciting, extremely enticing. My mind racing, I fantasized... how large is his dick?... it appears much bigger than Troy's?... Does he have pubes to match the dark fur on his chest and arms, or clean shaven?

I fantasize myself sandwiched between them... I decide I won't initiate it, but I would definitely welcome it; it would have to be at Troy's request, or Connor's lack of control, that he joins us.

The three of us went for brunch, Connor had a game at 2, we attended; he played exceptionally well. After they won, we went with several of the team and a few cheerleaders, to the local bar to celebrate. It was near midnight returning to their dorm room.

Connor stepped into the hallway when we got ready for bed, when we were under the covers Troy called out to Connor. "Ok,"

He entered, flipped off the light. I felt libidinous all day, I knew I couldn't cuddle and survive tonight without Troy in me for at least one climax.

Troy's back to the wall, we were spooning, Troy was nibbling my neck and ear, his fingers on my breast. There was a dim illumination from a night light, by the computer desk, at the foot of the beds. I watched Connor strip down to leopard print bikini briefs; they were much tighter than the gym shorts I saw earlier; the outline of his package convinced me he's bigger than Troy. He hooked his thumbs on the sides and deftly slides them down... his tight white buns reflecting the dim light, as he swiftly got under the covers.

['Damn, I didn't see his package, but I was intrigued.']

As Connor lay on his back, I could see the blanket move, his hand was manipulating his manhood. I reached back, my fingers wrapped around Troy's already fairly stiff shaft, to my delight it instantly became hard. My thumb rubbed over his tip, smearing the slippery precome across his glans. My eyes focused on Connor, across the room... a rather large tent... blanket wiggling... I form a vivid image in my mind, as if he wasn't under the blanket... and it was my fingers doing the deed.

I pulled my left foot up to my right knee, positioned Troy's rigid rod to my sphincter, a deep sigh as I rub his precome to lubricate my puckered star. I'm fantasizing a DP... I push my bum back; the sensation was titillating... I wanted desperately for him to penetrate my anus... Troy's hand overpowers mine and he slips effortlessly into my wet pussy. I gasp... surely Connor heard me... Connor rolls toward the wall. Gawd I'm close... my fingers tease my clit... my mind fantasizing Connor's big dick... Troy's barely moving, I'm doing the humping... the entire scenario has me soaring to a climax...

['Can I cum without being verbal;]

I grab his butt with my left hand, I push back, we wiggle as silently as possible, I cum... body shuddering, struggling to stifle my moans, burying my face in the pillow.

It was Connor, not me, who broke the silence, his muffled grunts marginally preceding Troy's. I was ecstatic, giggling to myself, as I felt I was in a three-way, with all of us having simultaneous orgasms.

The next morning, we went for Lattes and bagels before Connor's parents picked us up for Christmas at their house.

We had a pleasant morning drive with his parents. They have a modest house, exquisitely decorated for the season. I was in awe gazing at their beautiful, decorated tree, nearly touching the ceiling. It hadn't felt like Christmas, until that moment, right then, I got the spirit.

I always believed 'tis better to give than receive; but this Christmas... There is something I want to receive. Connor and Troy, a DP, right here, watching these lights twinkle.

After lunch Connor's parents went shopping, Connor convinced us to do some gingerbread baking. He really knew his way around the kitchen, this guy keeps on surprising me, it was a lot of fun too. Connor was undeniably flirting, teasing with me; I was really liking the attention, and was wondering how I could seduce them to agree to my threesome fantasy.

I sensed Troy's jealousy... I put my arms around his neck, whispered seductively "Don't let it bother you..." I had never spoken the words before this; but I felt the timing was perfect. "I love you Troy, only you." I kiss him intimately.

When we were decorating the gingerbread men, I made a pair of tits on one, two mounds of icing with a tiny red dot on top. Holding it to Troy, "a ginger woman." He licked it clean. "Too, sweet, you taste way better." We hugged tightly.

Connor decorated one with long, hard, red penis, little streaks of white icing from the end, "For you." He held it to my face, I flicked it with my tongue, in a humorous response. "I prefer salty over sweet." Giving Troy's crotch a rub and another intimate kiss. I guess I don't care for colored men."

"Oh, you've tried?" Connor taunted. "The size or color bother you?"

I continued the salacious banter, "never tried, I doubt the color would be a concern, and I'm sure I'd welcome the size." Knowing Troy standing behind, can't see me, I wink.

I set it on the counter, added, "Quite sure I might even enjoy 2." Hoping the hint causes a reaction.

We're interrupted. His mom comes in carrying 2 bags, "Mmmm smells good in here." You all go find a game to play with Dad while I clean up and get supper ready... gawawn git," she flicks a towel at us.

After supper we help with dishes, then all had festive cocktails while playing 'UNO' until almost midnight. Connors mom spoke, "Well we better get to bed, or Santa won't come."

I softly whisper in Troy's ear, so nobody could hear me, "Santa may not; but you certainly will."

There was no discussion, it was previously decided, Connor would take the couch; we were to sleep in his former room.

We were shown to Connor's childhood room. The walls were nearly covered with posters of Kobe Bryant, Shaquille O'Neil and Lebron James, Steph Curry and other basketball players I didn't recognize. There were 2 shelves lined with trophies, and more on his dresser, draped with medals and ribbons. I was intrigued, I touched his basketball pictures, lifted a couple trophies, handled several medals and at that moment I felt a connection, even closer to Connor.

There was a provocative poster of Brittany Spears at the head of his bed; one of Miley Cyrus at the foot end. Even more provocatively attired (or barely attired at all) 2 more sexy posters along the side of the bed of Taylor Swift.

{I giggle silently, smirked, knowing these posters' purpose, reminiscing about him masturbating last night'}

Lying in bed we notice a life size poster of Taylor Swift on the ceiling, an on-stage pic, with a sexy black suit leaving very little to the imagination, her crotch gap not fully covered by the narrow fabric.

Giggling again, I whisper, "I hope he's looking at the blondes when he's whacking off." Troy bursts out in loud laughter. I hush him. But knowing how much I resemble Taylor I'm flattered; I'm certain Connor was thinking of me not Taylor when he masturbated in his dorm room.

Troy spoke softly "I bet Connor jerked off every night right here, he does most nights at college." Troy kisses me. "She does look a lot like you. Now you understand why I didn't risk introducing you sooner."

I mull that over for a moment... "Yes, I do, but Troy, I love you." We kiss.

{'Connor has an infatuation with me now, Taylor Swift is an unattainable celebrity; I'm in his house, he wants me.'}

I roll on top of Troy... "Do you think Connor's a virgin?"

Troy reaches to the nightstand, switched off the lamp. "I do, even at the bar when cheerleaders come on to him, he doesn't respond. He's only ever talked about Taylor."

"Do you think he's gay," I rub my bottom along Troy's thickening shaft, "maybe he has the Taylor posters as a decoy; and he actually looks at the basketball stars."

"I think you need to forget about Connor..." He flips me over, moves between my legs, missionary position... starts nibbling, sucking my nipples, "you're under me right now." He headed south, my fingers comb through his thick hair. I moan as his tongue flicks my clit; I lookup; giggled as I am actually under Taylor, which I stare at as Troy's tongue gets me off. He moves up, my legs and arms wrap around him, he fucks me slow, tender.

Being in Connor's childhood bed, recalling the intense orgasm, when Troy poked my rectum; fantasizing about Connor masturbating; me desiring a dp under the tree, I was climaxing again, my usual murmuring accolades, I clamp on tighter, our hips humping hurriedly in rhythm. My fingers grasp his ass, and I sink my nails in, holding him tight to me.

Ohhhhh, yeesss, oohhhh yyeeessssss Coonnnnneeeerrrr."

Troy rolled aside, I quickly fell asleep in Troy's embrace, thinking of Connor and a dp under the tree.

Troy got out of bed, leaving without waking Elize. He went to living room, sat across from the snoring Connor.

{'What do I do now? She sighed Connor's name as she climaxed. I can't ignore it... it hurt... am I losing her? Earlier when he was flirting... she said she loved me, only me. Is she playing me? What do I do?}

Mind racing, feeling sick to my stomach.

{'Do I set her free, as the adage says... to see if she comes back?}

Sitting for a long time pondering, eventually deciding

to not overreact, to talk to Elize about this.

I awoke, comfortable in Troy's arms. It was early, I turn to face him; a passionate, intimate kiss. Troy has very sad expression, "Last night as you climaxed you moaned Connor's name."

I touch his cheek. "Oh, Troy, I am falling in love with you, but undeniably, yes I have a lustful crush on Connor." I nuzzle his neck. "Troy, since I met Connor, I've fantasized about he and I fornicating, but that's it, simply a body gratifying fuck. Sex, purely for lecherous pleasure; nothing intimate. Actually, my Christmas wish is for a dp with you both under the Christmas tree; but I was uncertain how to ask."

I hold her ever so tight, "Oh Elize, I love you too, and I feared I was losing you."

"No Troy, it's simply an itch that needs scratching, I've tried to dismiss it; it isn't going away." I give him a sensuous French kiss.

Troy caresses my cheek. "Would it be an ongoing desire?"

"I'm sure it's a simple infatuation with his athletic body, and I surmise he's well endowed." I purse my lips, shrug my shoulders, bat my eyelashes.

"Ok, then let's rip off the band-aid and deal with this right away." Troy gets up. "You get ready, I'll send him in." Troy leaves.

I'm anxious, but extremely aroused; excited, anticipating the impending erotic encounter. I fondle my sensitive nipples; my finger glides along my labia, I'm soaking wet; when I touch my clit, I shudder, damn near climaxing.