Mistletoe Mistress Ch 02

David wanted to see me again. His wife and daughter were going to be gone for

days

. How long before he would reach out? I felt butterflies lifting from my belly when I finally woke up around eight am. The neighborhood was heading back to their normal routines after the holiday was past. Kids outside right now, building snowmen and starting snowball fights.

The neighbors would speak of it, no doubt, should I be seen heading over to their house while the woman of the house was gone. Unless it was planned carefully as to when I arrived and left, neighbors could be problematic. I had to be careful. Naturally, I may need to go home occasionally to keep up the appearance that nothing was going on. The weight of our affair was lifted when I realized we could see each other whenever we wanted to. It was just a matter of arranging it carefully. I felt like if we were going to spend time together, I should prepare for it.

I got into my car near the opening time of the mall, and found my way to Victoria's Secret. It was the day after Christmas, so naturally, there were lines at the department stores for returns. I was navigating my way through the crowds after visiting Starbucks. Entering Victoria's Secret, I immediately went to the lip gloss bins, since I loved their Beauty Rush flavors. I picked out strawberry fizz and cherry bomb, then carried on shopping.

What kind of wardrobe should I wear? I had the entire store to consider and I didn't even know David's favorite color. Would that matter? I doubt it. Perhaps going with my own favorite color would be better than his. With the approach of Valentine's day being over a month away, many of the styles were variant pinks and reds, but there were some bright blue winter lingerie sets that were now on sale.

I picked up a cream colored robe made from satin, a matching bra and underwear set in winter navy blue, and just for the hell of it, I also saw a beautiful dark rose baby doll and panties set that was outlined with gold trim. I couldn't contain my excitement and bought them. The clerk told me if I got another set, they would be half off the price. Following that, I indulged myself with another baby doll set in emerald green this time.

Swinging by their new line of strawberries and champagne bath set, I felt like I was going overboard, but I didn't care. I wanted my experiences with David to be nothing short of perfect. Granted, he liked me for me, but I felt the urge to groom myself to the best of my abilities.

The other visitation I did that day was to schedule a waxing session. I had been relying on a razor since I wasn't cheering for the next two weeks, but this was worth it.

After enduring discomfort from my more private areas being plucked clean, my skin was used to the after effects. The woman applied a cooling gel pack to my private area. The comfort was immediate. Then, an aloe vera based gel was applied to my skin. She noticed that the irritation and puffiness was simmering down, and I already had my after-care at the house.

I got into my car and made my way home. While I was there, two messages were on the answering machine. Playing them both, one of them was from my mother.

"Bonsoir, sweetheart! Hey, we're having an amazing time in Paris. I hope you enjoyed your time with the Richards family, and your Christmas gift! Use it well! Use it for college prep, haha! Anyway, I'll keep this short. We'll be home on Monday, and you'll probably be at school. We'll see you then, ma cherie! Love you!"

My brows raised and I wasn't surprised to hear that my parents were enjoying life. I was enjoying my life, too and couldn't wait to spend it with David. The second message played.

"Hey, Madison. Call my cellular phone when you get back home. 847-555-6060."

It was brief, but I knew who it was. I quickly seized the cordless phone from its charging base and my thumbs were a whirlwind in dialing the ten digit number, waiting for David to answer. It took two rings before he answered.

"Hey, Maddie."

He said, a hint of affection in his tone.

"Hi, David. What's up?" I took a seat on the couch, wondering if he was calling for the reason I thought he was calling.

"I'm on a lunch break right now, and had the thought that you'd swing by the house around ten tonight?"

Wow, so late. It was a little after one in the afternoon and I leaned back against the couch.

"Sure. What door should I use?" I asked.

"Patio door in the back. I'll see you then."

He answered.

"See you then." I couldn't contain my excitement. I bit my lower lip and hung up the phone first. I squealed aloud into the living room and quickly ran upstairs to get everything ready for tonight. I could hardly wait and wanted time to move quicker than it was. What would I do for 9 hours?

Well, there was plenty to do. I took some Advil, since it helped me with the skin swelling, even though it wasn't all that bad. After thirty minutes of a cold rinse between my legs, any irritation I had from my waxing was barely there.

I laid out all three of my lingerie sets and had to decide what color I would wear tonight. With my complexion, any of these colors would do, and now I wished I had asked him what his favorite color was while I had him on the phone. I was trapped in the dilemma for myself. Rose, navy, or emerald? Should I wear make-up? Should I shower when I'm there or shower right before I get there? So many questions! So much time to spend preparing!

I could barely stomach the idea of eating, but I didn't want to pass out. Something for lunch would be more than enough to keep me going, and I had plenty of leftover ham. A sandwich with a can of soda scarfed down, I was soon washing the dishes while stressing over every last detail. Ultimately, I decided to go with the rose and gold baby doll set. I liked how it looked on me, it would work with either lip gloss, and if I showered before I got there, the smell of strawberries and champagne would be on my skin.

Video games came to the rescue in killing time. I played Wolfenstein 3D without any computer issues. I was so drawn into the game that by the time I was making my way into the final levels, I noticed that I had about two hours left. Saving my game file, I closed it and shut down my computer. I walked toward the shower with my Victoria's Secret bath set in tow, a towel and neutral clothing I'd wear on my way to David's house.

The sensation of warm water and soap moving down between my legs felt ticklish after the waxing. I rubbed my hand over my smooth labia and felt how slick I was from the entire day of thoughts leading up to this. By the time I left the bathroom, I was washed, brushed, and my teeth were polished clean. I styled my hair into two French braids, each one resting on my shoulders in front. I decided to apply a light shimmer of make-up, some mascara, and eyeliner. I would apply the lip gloss when I got there.

Sitting in the living room with a book bag of clothes and particulars, I watched television mindlessly for half an hour, thinking about everything we were about to do. When it was about 9:55, I headed out. I went out the back door, at first looking around me to see that the houses behind ours had most of the lights out. I closed the door behind me, locked the deadbolt, and walked across the shoveled stone path.

Reaching the fence door, I stepped out into the alleyway between the houses and walked down the unlit concrete drive toward Allison's house. When I approached the house, all the lights were out, save for the bedroom light. The butterflies in my stomach wouldn't stop as I opened the white picket gate and closed it behind me. Carefully, I stepped into Allison's footprints in the snow, aiming to keep my own tracks covered to not raise suspicion.

Approaching the patio door, I stomped the snow from my boots, then opened the door into the small mudroom that separated the basement steps from the kitchen. I closed and latched the door behind me, removing my boots.

"Hey," the sound of David's voice was at the bottom of the basement steps, and when I turned to face the black hallway leading downstairs, he opened the door to his den. It luminated the way down just enough for me to see he was waiting on me. He was wearing a white muscle shirt and his gray workout pants.

"Hey," I smiled and walked down the steps, following behind him into the den I had never seen in all the years I was friends with Allison. The main room had short fiber shag carpet in variant colors of burnt sienna to cream coloring in no specific pattern. The walls were painted dark gray and the lighting above were circular inset lights that were dimmed to half brightness. The central piece was an old furniture set that I remembered from when Allison and I were first friends. I thought they got rid of it. There was an old Zenith television that was about half the size of the one they had upstairs, and on the opposite side of the living room set was a pool table that was set up for a game.

The sound of a jazz saxophone was playing quietly in the background upstairs when he closed the door behind us and locked it. The basement was the size of the house, with separating walls of three other rooms apart from the main room. David led me toward the room down to the right, which was walled off and beneath the kitchen. When he opened the door, the light switch clicked and he dimmed four lights in the ceiling until setting a candlelight mood. The room was painted white, with a laminate-covered concrete floor and a black shag rug spread out beneath a four-post queen-sized bed on the back wall.

A bedroom set including a vanity desk and a dresser matched the bed frame. The dresser sat across from the bed on the wall next to the door with a TV sitting on top of it next to a VHS player. At the end of the wall opposite of the room's entrance was a door leading to a small bathroom.

He closed the door behind us and gently removed the backpack from my shoulder. Stepping in behind me, he wrapped his arms around my front and pressed himself to my backside. I leaned against him and held still as he unzipped my coat and slid it off of my shoulders. I was wearing a long sleeve turtleneck and flared bottom jeans. David's hands roamed down my front, bunching the hem of my turtleneck while he took in a deep breath of my scent.

"You smell good." He complimented. I smiled and rested my head against his shoulder.

"Thanks." I didn't want to give away that I bought all that I did just for him. Hell, he didn't ask. Not that I would be thinking about an answer, particularly when his hands unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. With my clothing loosened, he kissed the shell of my ear.

"Why don't you get a little more comfortable then come upstairs? Figured you could use this room to get ready." He suggested. I smiled and turned around in his arms, draping them around his shoulders.

"Okay, but you need to get comfortable, too." I insisted. He nodded and slipped his hands from around my clothed waist and took a step back. David seemed so confident, having set all of this up so we could have time together. I picked up my bag and walked into the bathroom. Turning on the light and closing the door, I looked into the mirror of the medicine cabinet. I was flushed and I smiled at my reflection, psyching myself up for this.

I couldn't wait, and heard the music changing tracks upstairs. Were we going to be in the living room again? I felt butterflies in my stomach thinking that maybe we would be in the master bedroom. I changed into my lacy, classy rose colored and gold trimmed baby doll set, then loosened my hair from their braids into long, relaxed curls that settled around my shoulders. Shaking them to style, I applied the strawberry fizz lip gloss to my pout, then opened the door and headed upstairs.

I could hear the music as I ascended the steps, and in each room, a candle or two was lit, leaving a warm glow in the center of every room. I smiled and felt like I was walking on air, floating up the steps when I noticed all the rooms on the second floor were closed except for the master bedroom. My pulse was rapid as I approached the door and further opened it. On every surface was a candle that was lit, and David was sitting on the four post king sized bed with the sheets turned down and the pillows centered.

He waited for me to arrive, and looked me over at least three times while I stood in the doorway, wearing lacy panties that matched the translucent lingerie top that squeezed my bust.

"Wow," David didn't move from the bed, and remained at the door as he was still taking in my view. I looked over the tight black silk boxers he was wearing. His body was like that of a Greek god, with his muscles flexed from neck to shins.

I walked the distance from the open doorway to the bed and approached him, where I was standing between his knees hanging off the edge of the mattress.

"Hi," I said with a smile, wondering what he was thinking about while he silently smoothed his hands up and down my waist, hardly a breath between each one.

"Hey," he said with a sheepish grin, "you really went all out tonight, hm?" David mused, continuing to smooth his hands in a pattern that he repeated over my chest and down to my waist, then sliding up my arms. I think he was trying to tell if I was real or not.

"Mm-hmm," I said with a hum, leaning into his touch, settling my manicured hands on his biceps. Repeating the same sweeping motions, I closed my hands around the back of his neck. I placed one knee on the bed just outside of his leg, then raised the other so that I was straddled upon his lap. His hands hugged around my waist and I was leaning in for a kiss.

When our lips touched, there seemed to be a moment of hesitation on his part, and so I pulled back.

"What's the matter?" I asked. He drew in a deep breath and let out a sigh, sliding back onto the bed and moving so that we were both sitting on the center of the mattress.

"Nothing," he looked over to me and then slid down to lay on what I think was his side of the bed, "just taking it in that you're here with me."

When he seemed to be getting comfortable and wanted to talk, I simmered my growing need within me. I turned so I was laying on my side facing him, tucking the pillow under my curly hair.

"You weren't expecting any of this, were you?" I asked him. He nodded and reached a hand out to smooth over my curved hip.

"Definitely not from my daughter's best friend." He admitted.

"Do you feel guilty about that?" I asked.

"Well, I don't want you to lose your best friend if there's a chance we get caught," he commented, "and if we get caught, then it's all over for the both of us."

"Mm," I realized then that he was considering the consequences, too, "well, if it makes you feel any better, I don't want to get caught either. We just have to be really careful if we continue this. I think I did alright hiding it during Christmas, yeah?"

"You did, but you were also a little toasty. I could tell from across the table." David pointed out and I smiled with a soft laugh.

"Yeah, I know. I can't just keep getting sauced to hide what I'm feeling." His hand continued to rub along my body while we were talking, and I let him slide anywhere he wanted to go. Still, it was good to have a discussion about this.

"How do you feel?" He asked the hard question, the jazz music in the background still playing quietly.

"Oh, I want to keep going. I love this. It doesn't feel wrong, and I don't want to stop." I said with such an affirming tone. I reached my hand to take hold of his wrist and placed the palm of his hand on my left cheek. He caressed my face while I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.

"I want you, David. I want all of you." I confessed. His eyes were already observant, but now they softened when I laid my feelings out on the bed for him to see.

"I do, too." He whispered.

I turned my face toward his hand and kissed his palm. He smoothed his hand along my cheek and passed it through my curly locks while he slid his way over toward me on the bed. Leaning down over me, his lips touched my glossed pout and I turned onto my back and let him settle on top of me. I moaned at the intimacy that was solidifying, not just between his legs, but between the two of us. I'm certain that he was feeling the same way that I was, emotionally.

If he could deceive me with the way he kissed me, then the way he was being intimate was such a passionate lie. I didn't want to believe that it was. His hands smoothed up my arms and I laid them against the pillow while he was shifting his waist, pressing it against my sex while our tongues brushed against one another.

"Mmm." I was in bliss, laying in the bed that he shared with his wife, taking her place beneath him. David's hands were roaming down my body, not hers. His hands clutched my thick breasts, not hers. When he was so frustrated to a point that he removed his boxers, his erection was seeking relief from me, not her. I throbbed with heat and need when the feel of my new underwear was sliding down my smooth thighs.

In the low candle lit bedroom, David unclipped the gold clasps at the front of my baby doll and peeled it away. Both hands squeezed the weight of my breasts and his tongue danced in circles around my nipples when each one was sucked past his lips. I panted and hummed beneath him, feeling the ticklish sensation spread through my ribcage.

I had waited all day for this, and wasn't disappointed when David kissed down my scented navel and cupped his mouth over my hot sex. I didn't hold back, wanting to hear the sound of my pleasure reach the ceiling of the master bedroom. Fuck, it was so hot to be laying on the bed that David shared with his wife. I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me and wanted nothing more in my life than to replace her.

The obsession I carried over this man between my thighs was dangerous. The same could be said about the game he was playing with me. Our affair had to be quiet, kept in the dark, and I snuck over here like a felon just to have this intimate time with him.

"Mmmm," my hands grasped at Anna's pillow and I glanced down at her husband between my bowed legs. He watched me over the slopes of my teenage figure and feathered his tongue rapidly over my clit.

"Mmmmyes.." I sighed and closed my eyes, resting my head back on the pillow, letting the slow jazz music drown any guilty thoughts.

David was taking his sweet time building my arousal. We were quickly approaching the next hour and he was still French kissing my slit, making sure that I was good and soaked for the night ahead. By the time I was ready to erupt, David was huffing against my labia while using his head and jaw to mimic rhythmic motions against my flowering folds. My cries were louder, knowing I didn't have to hold back.

I was gasping for breath the closer I was to my edge. I could feel the tremble in my knees when David was pushing my body toward my orgasm. I couldn't halt the groans conjuring from my belly. I felt the tingles rising from my ankles that were spread eagle across the mattress while I shivered from breasts to thighs.

"Aaah! Oh David!" (gasp) "Ah, David!" (gasp) "Yes!" (gasp) "Yes!" (gasp) "Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!" (gasp) "Aaaauuuh!" (gasp) AaaaaaauuuooOHH GAWD!" (gasp) Aaaauuuh!" I was so resonant that my voice cracked. I was sure that the neighbors would hear me howling through the walls, but I didn't care. Let them hear. Let them envy. Allow them to ponder what was happening right now while Mrs. Richards was away.

David quickly climbed up my body while I was still quaking all over and raised my ankles up onto his shoulders. He gripped his cock and lanced all the way into me.

"Aaah!" I cried out and he looked down over my prone body laying where his wife would be.