Home for the Holidays

It wasn't the kiss that shocked him, but the naked shamelessness of it outdoors under the myriad little lights strung throughout the Mesquite trees in the rock garden, not far from the house, where inside a large gathering of family and friends had begun. It wasn't a platonic, familial kiss he would have expected in such a public setting--but a penetrating, sloppy-wet, sexy kiss--the kind of kiss that starts a young man's heart pounding in his chest, makes his breath shudder. It was a kiss to start a rush of thick blood surging into his expectant manhood.

Marcus eagerly desired to snatch a kiss like that from Laverna in private, secluded places, not out in plain sight under the dazzling golden glow of decorative lights dangling from tree limbs overhead. Contemplating the consequences of being seen with her in such an intimate embrace made his heart race and his head throb. Regardless of the consequences, though, his overwhelming hunger for her wouldn't let him stop her doing whatever she pleased with him.

Wrapping her arms around him, Laverna pulled Marcus close, pressed her slender torso insulated in a fine wool coat against him, her dark, dreamy eyes gazing up intently at his flushed face. "So, tell me young man," she asked quietly, the tiny lights adorning the trees twinkling in her eyes, "what have you been doing with yourself?"

Marcus breathed tautly, groping for a witty reply while images of her naked body squirming under him on a dingy mattress in one of the huge house's dank basement rooms flickered like a hoary movie in his mind's eye. "Ah--ya know," he stammered breathlessly, "jus' school, an' work. Umm--workin' hard..." he said clumsily, realizing he sounded foolish, nervous and awkward.

"Hard at work! I'd expect nothing less from you," she smiled, her face glowed in the golden light. Then she slipped her frigid hand under the warm jacket and soft flannel shirt shielding him from the cold, dry desert air to caress his lean abdomen, descended to stroke the burgeoning bulge in the crotch of the blue jeans concealing his little-man, "oh yes--just what I'd expect!" she tittered.

"We should go!" Marcus seized her thin shoulders draped in warm, thick wool, held her back in surprised embarrassment, "It's cold--"

"Oh, no. Why would we want to do that?" Laverna resisted. "It's a beautiful evening--and you've been away at school for months with hardly a word to me--I've missed you," she whimpered twisting free from Marcus's icy grip, drawing herself close to him again. "Let's stay out here and catch up with each other..." she gazed up at him and caressed his stiffening erection straining against tough, confining denim, then taunted him by tracing his sensitive appendage's rigid length with the long, sharp nail of her middle finger, "we have so much catching-up to do after all!"

"I've missed you too," Marcus exhaled. "I've been thinking about you--dreaming really--since the day I left you here," he confessed gazing into Laverna's beaming face, remembering the first salacious encounter they'd had one hot evening the previous summer, at the swimming pool during another holiday gathering, when she'd glibly encouraged him to slip the tight bikini briefs off her slender butt and penetrate her from behind. Brazenly, Marcus accepted her invitation, and trembling uncontrollably, followed-through with the lascivious act, embarrassingly coming-off much too quick.

"Hmm... that's a start..." Laverna quipped of the debauched affair.

Now he imagined another raunchy tryst, in murky isolation deep in the bowels of the huge house, even as holiday revelers celebrated throughout the resplendent home above. "Let's go somewhere private..." he whispered, "where we can be alone... do what we like... and no one will know."

Embracing him under the glimmering trees, with the slim crescent moon and first stars to twinkle in the empyreal violet sky above, Laverna held Marcus in an alluring trance she undoubtedly knew he couldn't resist. Pressing her cool, wet lips against his again, she thrust her rough, stiff tongue into his mouth, and passionately yanked the button holding closed the slit in the heavy denim confining his swelling masculinity, tugged excitedly at the unyielding zipper containing his rising erection.

"Whoa!" Marcus convulsed, frantically taking hold of her icy hand by the wrist, "we can't be doing this out here--in the open under the lights like this--somebody's bound to catch us!"

"That makes it so much more exciting doesn't it!" Laverna's eyes flared wildly in the tinkling light from the trees. "Isn't it exhilarating knowing someone could catch us--might even be watching us right now!" she hissed excitedly.

Wrenching her hand from his grasp Laverna lunged at the opening in the denim confining Marcus's erect manhood, tugged at the unyielding zipper until it finally gave way, and the fly of the thick blue fabric folded open. Now, nearly free of his cramped and warm confinement, she thrust a frigid hand into his delicate cotton boxers, wrapped her frosty fingers around his firm shaft shooting an icy surge of exhilaration, like an electric shock, through him.

"Ahh--Gawad," Marcus groaned, his whole-body trembling with excitement and dread, his guts suddenly melting like warm gelatin. "Not out here!" he snapped, taking hold of Laverna's wrist again to stop her tugging at his swollen, stiff and aching reproductive appendage, his eyes intently scanning the dark, gritty desert around them, anxiously expecting to see someone staring back in astonishment.

"Oh, yes--here!" She hissed eagerly, then suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him, pressing the pale beige fabric of the slacks covering her slender knees into the cold, soft, red desert soil, yanked his throbbing hardon out of his warm, cotton boxers into the biting chill of the dry desert air.

Reflexively Marcus pushed away from her and instantly met the solid trunk of a Mesquite tree. Then, nearly falling, he took a step backward and his calf was viciously pierced by long, sharp barbs from a large and wicked cluster of Prickly Pear cacti sheltered like a rattlesnake at the base of the tree. Clenching his teeth to keep from yelping at the painful snake-like bite from the plant's stabbing barbs, he reached up and took hold of a branch to steady himself, pulled his pierced leg free of the painful pricks.

His back now braced against the tree's trunk, his hands grasping a thick branch overhead to steady himself and keep his legs spread to avoid the cruel cacti, Marcus sucked in a deep breath as Laverna clenched his long and thick erection in her cold hands, slithered closer to him through the dusty red soil, and began gently stroking his the stiff appendage's length, sloshing warm and nervous waves of excited anticipation over him. Then, suddenly something weird caught his attention: It seemed like an unusually bright star hovering just above the dark outline of the horizon, and its unexpected appearance made his heart flutter, his breathing shudder, froze him in startled alarm.

Mindful as ever of the fearful consequences they faced if caught in such a lascivious performance, Marcus's heart pounded painfully in his chest, a throbbing rush of blood sounded in his ears. His whole body ached with an intense desire to leap away and disappear into the dark, cold desert. But even as he frantically wished to bolt out into the darkness, a much stronger force held him silent and still, staring intently at the seemingly distant, beaming light hanging in the dying violet sky.

Seemingly oblivious to any hint of his distress, Laverna parted her lips and dropped her jaw just enough to press her ravenous mouth onto Marcus's excited erection, gently sliding past her sharp teeth and over her rough tongue until its swollen head pressed against the back of her unyielding throat. Then slowly she withdrew, to let his sloppy wet, near orgasmic erection shiver in the icy air. But even as she teased sucking an orgasm from his exuberant manhood, Marcus couldn't stop staring at the strange light hanging in the fading twilight, an unnerving floating sensation welling-up around him, as if the earth were sinking away to leave him adrift in an icy ocean.

The shimmering light on the horizon subtly shrank, becoming quite small and hovering, unmoving, just a few feet in front of him. Gripped now by numbing weightlessness the relentless pounding in his chest softened, the rush of blood sounding in his ears faded, the frigid air nibbling at his face and hands subsided, the distant rocky horizon under a slender crescent moon and twinkling stars in the velvet twilight waned. All of Marcus's sensations gradually melted into oblivion except the curiously shrinking point of light, now appearing to hover a very short distance away, and a constant, titillatingly raw current from an electrified appendage feeling not wholly attached to his body.

Time stopped for Marcus when a panful shock and blinding flash erupted from an immeasurably small and impossibly close point of intense white light. A crushing weight instantly smashed him to solid earth, and like a motion picture running backward, he became aware again of the twinkling stars in the twilight and the slender crescent moon, the dark rocky horizon and the golden glow of the lights in the trees, the relentless pounding of his heart and the rushing sound of blood in his ears, the frigid air nibbling at his face and hands.

Laverna groaned out loud as Marcus felt strong spasms forcing thick streams of his sticky semen rushing into her waiting, warm and wet mouth, his hands clenching her head, his fingers entangled in bushy strands of her dark hair. She bit down gently, her tongue squeezing his throbbing erection, and she swallowed his choking ejaculate, withdrew slightly, and she swallowed again.

"Ahh--Gawad," Marcus moaned, slumped over her as she slowly withdrew, sucking his raw and tender penis into her mouth as she backed away, leaving his glistening, slimy masculinity to slump in the biting atmosphere.

"Welcome home, Marcus," Laverna said calmly, her dark, dreamy eyes fixed on his soft blue eyes. Then awkwardly she lifted herself up from the sandy red dirt, grasped the collar of his jacket, pulled him close and pressed her mouth to his, slipping her acrid, pasty tongue into his mouth before turning and walking away, leaving him exposed and alone in the golden glow dangling from the tree limbs above.

A sharp, stinging pain in his leg snatched Marcus back from orgasmic euphoria to tortured reality. Nervously he stuffed his listless and drooling manhood back into the warm safety of his boxer shorts, zipped and buttoned the fly of his blue jeans, then leapt hastily into the relative safety of the dark desert, a sharp pain in his leg accompanying his every step.

Groping clumsily over grit and stones to a dark corner at the back of the enormous house, Marcus was able to slip quietly through a basement door into a dark hallway, and then tumble into a little bathroom, apparently unnoticed by any partygoers. Trembling, he gingerly pulled the pant-leg covering the stinging wound in his calf up until two big purple and bloody punctures appeared in flushed and swollen flesh.

"Oh, damn..." Marcus groaned, a hot wave of nauseating panic suddenly gripping him. He plopped down on the covered commode as if it were a chair, traced his fingers over the purple wounds eliciting a raw electric pain that caused his whole body to flinch. "Ah, fuc--" he winced as he studied the stinging punctures in the back of his leg, allowing a finger to tenderly trace the red and swollen flesh, stunned by the unnaturally perfect symmetry of the punctures. Fearing the worst, Marcus knew he needed medical attention fast, he also knew one of the guests would need to rush him to the nearest emergency medical service location nearly an hour away, and he suspected the injury would raise awkward and alarming questions among the guests. He thought momentarily, then decided a walk in the dark desert--where hazardous cacti are everywhere--was a plausible story for the injury: He'd simply say he stepped on one of the vicious plants, which was not far from the truth.

Marcus thought the house was eerily quiet as he limped down the dim hallway from the bathroom. He expected to hear a tumultuous commotion reverberating through the basement, but only the sound of soft music resonated down the narrow passage. The large stair leading up to the family room was illuminated by vibrant light, but there was no indication of a lively party; he heard no indistinguishable chatter, no ebullient laughter, no cheerful singing--nothing--except soft music. A queasy, uneasy feeling began to grip him as he carefully hobbled up the stairs.

An unimaginable and frightening sight greeted Marcus as he clumsily cleared the level of the floor and staggered to the stairs' landing. The huge room in front of him was lavishly decorated with a multitude of brilliantly colored lights. A giant pine tree covered with twinkling decorations stood in front of a huge open window overlooking the house's front porch. On the side of the room opposite the decorated tree a roaring fire burned fiercely in an enormous fireplace. He stood staring, astonished, at the magnificently decorated room--completely empty of people. Not one soul stood in the room or sat on any of the couches or chairs. The fireplace burned bright and hot, absent any guests warming themselves at its mouth.

Marcus limped once, then twice into the huge room, stopped when he reached a couch with the fine wool coat Laverna had been wearing draped over its arm. Then he noticed a pair of pale beige slacks on the floor, their knees soiled red like the soft desert sand outdoors. Marcus swooned as he surveyed the empty room, unable to comprehend its implications.

"There you are..." a loud voice resonated through the music. Marcus turned anxiously to see Laverna standing in the kitchen's wide-open arched entry next to the bar where a row of bar stools waited patiently for their guests. She was half naked in the brightly lit kitchen, holding what looked like a glass of red wine, an oversized button-up shirt draped over her shoulders covered her slim breast and torso, its sleeves rolled up to her elbows, its front tail open slightly revealing wisps of dark hair at the junction between her thin nude legs. "I was wondering... were in hades, is he?"

"Laverna!" Marcus snapped, "where is everyone?"

"What are you talking about?" she tilted her head questioningly.

"What happened to the party!" Marcus stared in stunned astonishment.

"The party? We are the party..." she glared intently, lifted the tail of the oversized shirt with her free hand, rotated a knee outward to expose a strip of wiry dark hair at the naked cleft between her slender thighs. "Would you like something to eat?" she grinned.

The agonizing pain in Marcus's leg had now become intolerable, a surge of nausea churned his guts. He stumbled, nearly falling, collapsed backward onto the couch.

"What's wrong... Marcus, what's wrong with you?" He could hear a distant voice in a void shouting. He opened his eyes to see Laverna standing anxiously over him. Trembling uncontrollably--ice cold shivers raced up-and-down the length of his body--cold sweat beaded on his forehead, wetted his scalp and the shirt under his wool jacket. Cautiously, he tugged at the denim pant-leg covering the tormenting injury, pulled it slowly up above his burning scarlet and swollen lower leg, then rolled over slightly to reveal the vicious, bloody, black and purple puncture wounds in his calf.

"Oh! Oh, no... NO!" Laverna screeched, "this is NOT how it's supposed to be!" she stared frantically into Marcus's ashen face. "We're fated to be together; I felt it the day you and I first met--before I married your father--I knew on that first day you and I were destined to be together!"

"You see it, don't you? It was all planned... I was fated to marry him, so we could be together," she continued frantically, "I had to marry him, or we would have been separated and none of this could have happened."

"You must understand the plan... you were fated to move from your father's house in the city to the family's home out here in this desolate place--to separate yourself from us--your father and I--otherwise nothing extraordinary could have happened," she raged, her eyes flashing wildly. "You do see it, don't you? He sent me here--your father was destined to send me here--to take care of you. I was destined to take position of this huge, isolated house, out here in this desolate desert, because we are fated to be together--forever."

"But there was the test..." she continued wryly, "I know you must understand the plan's perfection now for the test of your desire for me. When you left for college you could have stayed away--but you came back..." her speech slowed; her voice dropped; her expression turned grim. "You came back here, where it's private, 'where we can be alone... do what we like... and no one will know.' Isn't that what you said? Isn't that what you wanted, Marcus?"

Laverna staggered, scanned the grand, richly ornamented room, listening to the soft music echoing through the huge space. "You understand, don't you? We are fated to be alone here, in this big house out here in the desert--forever." She turned, gaped at Marcus laying near death on the plush couch. "An eternity together," she said sadly, then holding her arms out and looking skyward shouted: "BUT HE'S NO GOOD TO ME DEAD!"