A Nephew's Mistletoe Magic

My emotions were all over the map the rest of the evening. I felt like I was a schoolgirl again, desperately waiting for her boyfriend to call her back. I tried to do some reading, but I just couldn't focus and found myself mindlessly scanning Netflix for something to watch. A few episodes of Seinfeld managed to distract me and then it was off to bed.

As soon as my alarm went off, I was reaching for my phone. There was his email.

"OMG, that was incredible, even better than I'd imagined. Can't wait to see you again."

With a sigh of relief, I flopped back on the bed, and savored my victory for a few minutes. Then it was time to get ready for work.

It was an uneventful day, and I left a bit early to pick up my daughter from the airport. She was planning to spend the rest of her Christmas break with me. We stopped for dinner on the way home and she told me all about her cruise. She'd had a wonderful time, despite her misgivings about the whole idea. The next few days were wonderful, even if Oliver couldn't drop by, as we caught up on what was going on in her life. She had plans for New Year's Eve with some of her friends from school, and I'd promised to attend my best friend's gathering. Oliver was similarly locked into a prior engagement, and we had to make do with flirty texts.

My daughter and I had an early dinner and went our separate ways.

I drove over to my friend Pam's house. Pam was my oldest and dearest friend. She was also recently divorced and when she decided to have a New Year's Party I couldn't not come. I helped her with a few last-minute preparations, and finally met Lisa, her roommate. Lisa was also a divorcee, although a solid decade younger than Pam and I. Her's was only finalized a few weeks ago, although she'd moved out several months prior. She was a co-worker of Pam's, and she had initially offered her a place to crash, but they got along so well they decided to become roomies.

Chatting with her as we prepared, I quickly understood why. She had an effervescent personality, and was smart and witty to boot. As beautiful as she was, I was dead certain her ex had made the biggest mistake of his life letting her get away.

Guests started arriving, and soon there were 20 people in the house. It was a mix of Pam and Lisa's friends, and despite the age differences everyone was getting along famously. I ended up spending most of the night talking to Lisa, her friend Mary and Mary's husband Phillip. As it turned out they were quite the music afficionados and we had a wide-ranging discussion on rock and roll ranging from Elvis to Taylor Swift.

After the ball dropped people started to head home, but the four of us remained engrossed in our conversation, with the occasional interruption as someone bid us a farewell. Finally, I looked around and realized everyone else was gone. Pam was in the kitchen and I excused myself to go offer to help clean up.

Pam chuckled at my offer, "I'm already done."

I looked around and realized that things were pretty tidy.

"You know it's almost 3 am, right?"

I glanced at the clock, and was more than a little surprised.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize in time to help, time flies?" I offered as a lame excuse.

"It's fine, Lisa seems to be having a great time, and she needs it. She's been up and down on things. You remember what that was like."

I nodded in agreement, remembering the turmoil of my own divorce.

"Well, we probably need to wrap it up anyway. Are you still good with me using the spare bedroom?"

The plan had been for me to stay over, that way I didn't have to worry about having a few drinks, or the drunks out on the road.

"Of course, fresh sheets and everything. I'm headed to bed, see you in the morning."

"Good night," I replied then returned to my little group.

"It's 3am," I announced as I arrived.

Philip instinctively looked at his watch.

"Wow, it is," he acknowledged, "we better get going dear."

We exchanged goodbyes and Lisa walked the married couple out, while I took a seat on the couch. Lisa returned with two fresh wine glasses.

"Oh, darling, you shouldn't have."

I'd completely lost track of how much I'd drunk. It was the first time in a long time I didn't have to worry about getting home, and had been enjoying myself this much.

"Just one more, don't make me drink alone," the younger woman pleaded.

I took the glass from her hand, and she sat next to me.

She looked at me for a long minute, took a sip of her wine, then said, "You know Pam always talks about how great you are."

"We've been friends a long time, I think she's contractually obligated to say nice things about me. I know where all the bodies are buried."

She giggled a bit, "Maybe, but I think it's just because you are kind of awesome. I've had a great time tonight."

"Me too," I acknowledged.

Lisa took a long drink, almost draining her glass.

"You want to get into the hot tub?" she finally asked.

I hesitated, taking a sip of my wine, before responding, "I didn't bring a swimsuit or anything. Wasn't really planning on that."

"I could loan you something," she offered.

"Oh, dear, I don't think any of your clothes will fit me, let alone a swimsuit."

She finished the wine in her glass, "Well, we could go skinny dipping, no one can see into the backyard. Have you ever done that?"

"Yeah, once, a long time ago." My mind drifted back to a hot spring in Idaho many years ago.

Lisa looked glum, "I've never done that, never really gotten to..."

Her voice trailed off and there was a melancholy tone to her voice as she slumped on the couch.

What the hell I thought, it wouldn't be the first time.

"Sure, let's do it."

She immediately perked up.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"I need to get my stuff out of my car first," I said as I got to my feet.

"I've got a spare robe you can use," Lisa offered, "I'll bring it to your room."

I retrieved my overnight bag and had just made it to the guest room when Lisa arrived. She'd put her long black hair up in a pony tail and was wearing a robe, with another robe hanging over her arm. She stood watching me intently and I realized she wasn't planning to drop off the robe and leave. Well, I was going to be naked sooner or later, might as well get it over with. I started to undress and Lisa broke the awkward silence.

"I always sort of wanted to go skinny dipping," she began with a loquaciousness helped along by all the wine she had drunk I was sure.

"Just never really got the chance, once I was on vacation with my husband, and we were at this lake, and I asked him, but he..." her voice trailed off and I felt the sadness creep into her voice at the memory.

I took the robe and put it on, then placed a hand on her shoulder, "Well, that's all in the past, let's go cross something off your bucket list."

The sparkle returned to her eyes, and she grinned at me.

"Yeah, let's cross some things off the bucket list."

I followed her out of the bedroom and to the backyard. She stopped off briefly in the kitchen, retrieving a pair of glasses and a fresh bottle of wine.

The chill in the air went right through the robe, and I could see the steam coming off the water in the hot tub. Lisa filled the glasses with wine before setting them down on the edge of the hot tub. That accomplished she draped the robe over a chair and stepped down into the hot bubbling water.

"You're going to freeze if you just stand there," she said as she settled back into the water.

In for a dime, in for a dollar I thought as I set my robe on the chair next to hers and stepped down into welcoming warmth. It was blissful after the cold of the winter night, and I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring it, with just my head out of the water.

I opened them to find Lisa sitting across from me, wine glass in hand.

"You have..." she hesitated, taking another drink, "you have really nice breasts."

"Thanks," I said feeling self-conscious, glancing down.

"I'm sorry," she stammered, "I didn't mean for that to sound so weird."

"It's fine, who doesn't want a compliment. You have lovely breasts too," I offered.

"You really like them?" she asked, raising up so they were out of the water.

"Of course," I said, trying to sound natural.

Her free hand moved to her breast, cupping it in her hand, a faraway look in her eyes as she began, "It's just that my husband, ex-husband I guess I should say now was always sort of complaining about them."

She paused, taking another drink, then lowering herself back into the water, hand still on her breast.

"He'd tell me I couldn't wear certain things, because I didn't have the breasts for it, wanted me to get a boob job. Sometimes he'd leave brochures from plastic surgeons laying around. Saying it would make me more of a woman."

There were tears in the younger woman's eyes, as she finished her wine. I was torn between comforting her and letting her continue, she seemed to want to keep talking, let it all out but I wasn't sure.

"I'm so sorry," she finally said, "I didn't mean to bring you down, you don't want to hear all this."

"No need to apologize," I said with the biggest smile I could manage. "I've been there too, my ex and I were together 20 years, different problems, but the same pain. Having friends who would listen helped me a lot. And any guy who doesn't appreciate how beautiful you are is a fool."

She set the empty glass down, smiled weakly, and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"You know the craziest part about it?"

"What's that?"

"I was actually thinking about doing it."

She moved across the hot tub to where the wine bottle was resting on the edge.

"Need some more?" she asked as she picked it up.

"No, I think this is all I need for tonight."

She sat back, now on the bench to my immediate right, our knees inches from each other, and took a pull from the wine bottle.

"It had gotten so in my head, I started to feel really self-conscious about it. I bought one of those stupid water bras, to see how I'd look. I wondered how it would feel to have big full breasts like yours."

Her free hand slowly moved through the water until it was resting on my breast, her eyes were fixed on it as she gently caressed it.

"I started maybe thinking, if I got the breasts he wanted, maybe he'd start doing the things I wanted."

She was silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on my breasts as her hand continued to caress me under the water. My own emotions were all over the map. She obviously had something she needed to get off her chest, I had to fight back the urge to smile at that thought, but wasn't entirely sure how I felt about her touching me like this. I'd never had a woman touch me like that, but I realized that wasn't what was bothering me. It was Oliver. Was this somehow cheating on him I wondered? Her fingertips found my nipple, brushing against it, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I bit my tongue a little.

"I really wanted to try things; you know? Like...I tried to...suck his cock once," she seemed to force the words out, as if even saying it was manifestly difficult.

"He told me that it was gross and demeaning, and that...that... you know, licking me down there was disgusting. He'd always say real people didn't do that stuff, it was all just fake porn stuff."

Her eyes rose from my breasts, meeting mine.

"Does your boyfriend let you?"

I had to suppress a giggle, "He'd practically beg me to."

"Really, and do you like it?"

"Yes I do, and yes he does."

I briefly wondered if I should tell her about my football game blowjob.

She edged closer, hand still on my breast.

"You know why I didn't go through with it? Why I divorced him?"

She didn't wait for an answer, "He was really drunk one night, made a comment about having a threesome. I made a comment like I was receptive and he kept going."

She took a long pull from the wine bottle, then sat silently.

"Did he want to find a girl with big breasts?" I finally asked as the silence became uncomfortable.

She laughed a sad laugh, "I wish, that might have been ok... no, he wanted to bring another guy into our bedroom. And not really a threesome... he just wanted to watch. To have me do all things he wouldn't do with me with some stranger while he watched. Stuff he said was demeaning. To make me demean myself with some strange guy for his entertainment."

The tears were flowing now, and she took another drink.

"I don't think he even remembers that night. But I do, I will never forget that. I talked to Pam about moving in the next day. As soon as she said yes, I left work, packed my stuff and found a lawyer."

She set the wine bottle down, blinked away the tears, and gave me a big smile. I smiled back, hoping that letting this all out would be good for her.

In a blur of motion she was on top of me, her lips pressing against mine. The hand that had been resting on my breast was now squeezing it, as her other hand found its way behind my head, holding me against her. I felt her lips parting, attempting to force mine open, then her tongue was in my mouth. Her hand left my breast and suddenly it was between my thighs. Without thinking I closed my legs, trapping her hand. She pulled away from me, a horrified expression on her face.

"I'm, I'm so sorry," she blurted out before bursting into tears.

Chocking back the sobs she continued, "I didn't mean to... I just thought you wanted to...I've ruined everything."

I hesitated, not knowing what to do or say, not sure how I felt about things myself. I don't think I'd ever thought about having a first time with another woman, let alone what it would be like, but I certainly would have expected something a bit more romantic and a bit less like getting felt up after a high school dance.

"It's OK," I finally managed to say. I wasn't sure how I felt exactly yet, but I knew I wasn't mad.

"Really?" Lisa asked, through tear filled eyes.

"Yes, really," I replied, wiping the tears from her cheek.

She smiled weakly, "I should have asked, I just thought..." her voice trailed off.

"Yeah, it's hard to know sometimes," I admitted, thinking about my experiences with Oliver before continuing, "I've never done anything like this before, never even really considered it up until recently to be honest."

"What...why recently, because of your divorce?"

I definitely wasn't ready to share that story with her.

"Not exactly, but it's not important. Why don't we go back inside?"

"Yeah, I guess we probably should."

We both climbed out of the tub, I wrapped the robe around me for what little good it did against the cold night air and hurried into the house with Lisa on my heels.

I went into the guest bedroom and Lisa stopped at the door.

"I just wanted to say I'm really sorry."

I turned, looking at her, not sure of what to say. Even less sure of what I wanted.

"Close the door," I finally managed.

She turned and started to step out.

"No, wait, I meant close the door behind you."

Her eyes widened, and she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

"I'm not really sure about any of this," I continued, "so let's go slow."

She crossed the room to me, and I wondered if I looked as nervous as I felt. We embraced and she leaned down to kiss me. Slowly, gently this time as our lips, then tongues met.

I gently pushed her back, breaking our embrace, I smiled to alleviate the concern on her face.

"I just think I need to lay down," and, I hesitated, then opened my robe and let it fall to the floor before climbing onto the bed.

Lisa's robe joined mine on the floor and she was quickly on the bed as well. Her hand went to my breast and she looked up at me. I nodded in consent and soon she caressing both of them. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. I felt a little selfish, but it was hours past my bedtime and I was exhausted. Her mouth found its way to my nipple and I let out a soft moan of approval. I ran my fingers through her hair, as she worked. She switched, moving back and forth between my breasts, always keeping a hand on one and her mouth on the other.

I lost track of time, the waves of pleasure the only thing that was keeping me awake. Then she was kissing my stomach, working her way down. She stopped just above my waist; I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look down at her.

"Is it ok if I..." she glanced down.

"If you want to."

"I do."

With that she moved down the rest of the way. I spread my legs for her, I could feel the warmth of her breath on my skin as she paused her face inches from me. Then my whole body quivered as the tip of her tongue found me. She began moving, her tongue sliding along my opening, tentatively, as if she was licking a lollipop with an unfamiliar flavor. She reached the end, hesitated a moment, then went began again, this time a little quicker, a little more pressure. Then again, and again, each pass was quicker, the pressure building.

I let out a soft moan, trying to encourage her as I realized not only had she never done this before, she'd never experienced it either. She was a virgin in every sense of the word.

As that thought crossed my mind I felt her tongue enter me, and I gasped. She made the connection and her tongue was working, pressing my clit. I raised my hips wanting more as I orgasmed. My whole body seemed to go limp. Lisa raised her head, looking up at me, and I smiled weakly, she smiled back, then I closed my eyes. The next thing that registered was her putting a blanket over me, then she was next to me, cuddling against my side. Then darkness.

I woke to find Lisa sprawled on the bed next to me, still naked. As quietly as I could I slipped out of the bed, pulled the blanket over her then found my robe and put it on. I tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom, and was feeling pretty proud of my stealthiness, in spite of the pounding headache. I emerged from the bathroom to find Pam standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall, coffee cup in hand.

"Good morning," she said quietly.

"Morning," I answered just as quietly.

She gestured towards the kitchen and I padded guiltily after her. She poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me before sitting down in the breakfast nook.

I took the seat opposite her and sipped at my coffee.

We sat in silence for several moments, then Pam took a deep breath.

"Look," she began, "you're a grown woman, maybe this is none of my business, and if you want to tell me to fuck off I'll understand. But you've also been my best friend for 30 years, so I'm going to say this. Do you know what you're doing?"

I stared down into my coffee, not sure what to say. Tell her that having sex with her roommate was probably the least crazy thing I'd done the last few weeks? I took a drink, then looked up, forcing myself to look her in the eyes.

"No, no I don't."

Pam nodded slowly, "She's just really...fragile right now. Our divorces were rough, but hers.... It's different. He really hurt her, and the fucked up part is I don't think he even meant to. I'm really not even sure how, but she just... lost who she is. If that makes any sense."

"It... it does," I said and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, "we were talking last night and... I understand a little but..."

"But it's between you two, I'm not going to pry. Just please be careful. She's a really sweet girl."

"I know, I wasn't trying to, I wasn't trying to do anything. I didn't expect any of it. I mean I could have stopped things but..." I took a deep breath and looked Pam in the eyes, "I realized I didn't want to."

My best friend stared back at me, then took a long drink from her coffee cup.

We sat in silence, drinking our coffee for several minutes as I pondered my feelings.

"Good morning," Pam said.

I turned to see Lisa standing in the door way. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, which made me wonder how long she'd been awake.