Chapter 11: Wrapped in Christmas Lights
Although Ben's mom did not like me that much, she gifted me with a cosmetic set, which is something I have never been good at, or may not be ever good at it, at all.
Perhaps, being more attracted to girls has made me slightly boyish, even though I do enjoy going out looking pretty like other girls do. Just not the makeups.
I, on the other hand, brought no gifts to anyone because I didn't know them that well to guess what they might even like to have. As for Ben, I gifted him a set of kitchen knives, since he loves cooking.
Then as he playfully made a ribbon knot on my hair using a piece from the Christmas tree, he asked, "Do you like cosplay?"
I do like cosplay. I watch a lot of hentai and I read manga comics, so yes.
"But I'm more towards roleplaying," I said. "Well, you know, making sex more fun."
"Oh, like pretending you're someone else?"
"Yeah, like acting, for example, you as my school teacher, and I'm your student. And we have sex in the classroom."
By saying that, I didn't mean to make it sound too awkward or creepy, but Ben was willing to know more.
He told me he'd like to try, sometimes.
Maybe one weekend, I said. Roleplaying will take hours of the day.
Honestly to me, it's a good exercise if we both could manage, but it really depends on what kind of partner we have.
Some people still prefer the simple, classic sex life.
Then again, maybe it's just me who watches too much porn.
"How about now?" he asked.
"Not here, Ben," I refused. "Are we mad?"
"Aren't you mad enough yet?"
"Yeah but not in your parents' house, geez."
"Let's go out after lunch," he suggested. "We stop by somewhere and then we.."
"Oh my God, Ben," I said. "It's Christmas! Don't you wanna spend the day with your family?"
He listened to me about not leaving home, but that did not stop him from being frisky while we were having lunch.
I have corrupted this Catholic boy, I thought. Being around me has made him too addicted to sex.
His hand just wouldn't stop moving to touch me gently down there, underneath my skirt.
He knew it was hard to resist. He also knew my legs would shake and I would melt in front of everyone.
Stop making him horny, I told myself. Stop wearing skirts because he just can't resist seeing me in skirts.
The moment we finished our desserts, we excused ourselves by saying that we would like to visit some historical places around the area, and that we would return by dinner time.
Inside the car, I couldn't stop murmuring for him to quickly find us a place so we could fuck.
I wanted the sweet musk of his body rub off on me immediately.