Christmas Carol
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Ben stepped from his BMW into the cold December night. His ears were immediately assailed by an incessant ringing from the guy in the Santa suit suckering people for donations.
"Merry Christmas," Santa called as he passed, trying to draw his attention.
"Fuck off," Ben grumbled. "Get a real job."
As Ben entered the front door of the building, a group of carolers was waiting to be buzzed in. "Get back," he ordered, as he pushed past them, unlocking the door. "You stay here. I don't know you. I'm not letting you in. Back up." He kicked at them.
Ben squeezed through the door, then pulled it closed after him, so none of the little bastards could get through. If there were any thefts or vandalism in the building, it wasn't going to be because of him. He did his best to keep out the riffraff. He wished his neighbours would be as vigilant.
Ben had been president of the condo association for the past six years, and had strictly enforced all the rules and bylaws. A neat, orderly, well maintained building was in everyone's best interests. Once you let one person get away with breaking the rules, soon the entire building would be in disarray, and that would drive the value of the condos down. Let people do what they liked in their own homes, but Ben was responsible for the upkeep of the exterior. It was a responsibility he took seriously.
Case in point: Ben stepped out of the elevator on the sixth floor and was immediately confronted with a wreath hanging on the door of unit 612. The wreath was modest, to be sure; a simple dark cedar with two red bows. But it was a slippery slope, and a clear violation of the bylaws.
Ben walked to the door, and rapped loudly three times. A young woman answered. She was blonde, and lovely in a short cut red dress that was sexy without being slutty. In other circumstances, Ben might be attracted to her. But he had a job to do.
"Hello, Ms...?"
"Marley," the blonde concluded.
"Ms. Marley," Ben echoed. "You're new to the building aren't you?"
"I moved in a few months ago. Why?"
"It's just that we don't allow decorations outside the unit."
"Huh?"
"Your wreath," Ben explained. He reached around the door and pulled it off, so he could show it to her.
"It's just a wreath," Ms. Marley said, frowning. "I mean it's not tacky or offensive or anything."
"I understand," Ben said. He pitied himself. He didn't enjoy being the bad guy, but he was president. If he didn't enforce the rules, who would? "Really, it's not a big deal, but rules are rules. If I let you hang your wreath, then next door, they'll want to put up a crucifix. And if they have a crucifix, someone else will put up a singing fish. We can't have singing fish all over the place. You understand."
"But it's not a singing fish. It's a wreath," Ms. Marley protested. "It's Christmas!"
"Maybe you can bring it up at the next board meeting," Ben suggested. If she came to the meeting, then he could see her again. Maybe she'd even be impressed, watching him in action. Would she agree to go out with him, then? Maybe...
"Maybe you can go fuck yourself, you miserable old asshole," Ms. Marley said angrily. She slammed the door in his face, bringing his whole fantasy crashing down around him. Ben sighed, and walked down the hall to his own unit. Inside, he poured himself a tall scotch, and sat in his chair. The words kept echoing in his head: "Miserable old asshole."
Ben was forty five years old, divorced, and though he was successful by most measures - an accountant at an advertising firm, president of the condo owners board - he had to admit, he was lonely. Maybe he was an asshole, but only because he had to be. It wasn't his fault. If people would just do what they were supposed to...
With the level of the bottle of scotch significantly lower than when he started drinking, Ben fell asleep. He dreamed about his ex-wife, Andrea. They'd married in their early twenties just after graduating from college. He could see himself as he was then: young, strong, optimistic. Her: kind, beautiful, happy.
He'd bury his face in the comfortable angle between her neck and shoulder, planting soft kisses there. He could hear her moaning lightly in response. She held her body tight to his, her breasts pressed warmly against his chest. He reached around, and grabbed her buttocks through her jeans, squeezing them the way she liked.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear.
"I love you, too," she returned.
She stepped back, took his hand, and led him to their bed. He sat, and took in the full view of her body, slender and sexy in her jeans and the tight red sweater stretched over her ample breasts. She was gorgeous.
"Well, little boy. Why don't you tell me what you really want for Christmas?" she teased him. She ran her hands over her body, down to the front of her jeans, and popped the button. "Oh!" she said with coy surprise.
"I can't wait to unwrap my present," Ben said.
"Why don't you, then?" Andrea invited.
Ben stood, and walked to Andrea. He pulled her sweater over her head revealing a black lace bra that showed off her cleavage. He buried his face between her breasts, inhaling the scent of her. His hands ran over them, and gave a quick squeeze, before reaching around and unfastening the bra. Andrea allowed it to fall to the floor. Her nipples were already hard. Ben took one into his mouth, then the other.
Meanwhile, Andrea was working at the front of his slacks. She managed to open them. She reached inside, and found his erection. She began to stroke it enthusiastically. She knew just where and how to touch him. His own hand slipped down the front of her jeans, over the skin she kept waxed smooth, to the warm wet spot between her thighs. Andrea gasped as his fingers rubbed over her clit in tiny quick circles. They both began to breathe heavier. Ben leaned forward, and kissed Andrea passionately on the mouth.
She stepped back from him. He kicked off his pants. She peeled hers from her legs, showing a sexy thong that matched her black lace bra.
"Just wait," Andrea said, eyeing him seductively. His cock throbbed in his hand. He stroked it casually as his wife turned, bent at the waist, and slipped her panties over her beautiful ass, to the floor. "I've got something I think you're really going to like," she said. She walked away to fetch her surprise.
"Wait!" Ben called after her, but it was too late. That had been more than twenty years ago. She was gone to California and remarried. The bedroom darkened, leaving Ben alone with his cock hard in his hand.
Just as Ben was despairing, young Ms. Marley glided in on a sofa, and soon her whole living room joined her. She sat in her red dress, the wreath tossed carelessly on the other side of the sofa. Ben looked her over, admiring her bare thighs, parted slightly, a suggestive darkness between them. She seemed not to notice him, as she chewed on a slender finger distractedly. His invisibility was probably fortunate since he was still naked and sporting a prominent erection.
Her hand came away from her mouth, and slowly traveled down her neck to her breasts. He could see her rubbing over the fabric of her dress, and knew the sensitive spot beneath must be enjoying the attention. Her breath sucked through her teeth. Her knees began to sway apart and together. She closed her eyes and moaned.
Ben resumed stroking his cock as he watched Ms. Marley's hands plunge into her lap, pulling the fabric of her dress between her thighs. Her body began to stretch and squirm as she touched herself. Finally, she stood, and in a quick movement, she pulled her dress over her head. She tossed it across the couch, where it landed over the wreath. Beneath she was wearing neither bra nor panties.
She sat on the couch again, spreading her legs. Ben moved closer. He was drawn by her naked body. He could see a slight glistening on her labia. Her pussy was smooth, and flushed a hot pink with arousal. Ben's hand worked faster on his cock, but still Ms. Marley didn't notice him. How he wished she would notice him! That she would take his cock into her beautiful mouth and-
Ben reached out to touch her face, but just as he contacted her skin, the whole scene disintegrated into smoke. When it cleared, he was in a hospital room, in bed, and unable to move or speak. The door to his room opened and a young couple entered, kissing and giggling.
"Shh," said the guy. He was about the same age as Ben had been when he met Andrea. He was White with short hair and an athletic build.
"Why?" asked the girl. She was petite, Black, pretty, and dressed in nurses' scrubs.
"What if we get caught?"
"Who's going to catch us? Huh?"
"But what about that guy?" The boy pointed to Ben.
"Shoot. Don't worry 'bout him, okay? Dude's been there since I started working here, and he hasn't moved an inch. He don't know what's going on. Shit, even if he did, he ain't gonna complain. Probably enjoy the show, anyhow."
She reached for the boy's belt, deftly unfastened it, and yanked it free.
"But what if he tells someone, Liza?" the boy asked.
"Come on, Keith," the girl responded, clearly impatient. "Who he gonna tell? Ain't nobody ever visit this sad old bastard . He ain't got no family, no friends, nothin'. Just a miserable old asshole. Now come here and fuck me, 'fore I have to fuck his brain-dead cock instead."
The two quickly stripped out of their clothes while Ben lay there unable to communicate or do anything but watch. Liza, dropped to her knees and took Keith's sizable cock down her throat. Then Keith returned the favour, enthusiastically eating out Liza's dark pussy. Then they climbed into the empty bed beside him, Keith on the bottom, Liza on top, her perky breasts bouncing in rhythm with her wildly grinding hips, riding him to orgasm. Then they both lay together quietly for a few minutes.
"Miserable old asshole..." the words resonated cavernously in Ben's mind as the scene slipped away. He awoke with the sun streaming in through the window, and a raging hard-on pressing against his pants. He freed it, and took care of himself, squirting a huge load of sticky white cum into his fist. The orgasm did a lot to clear his mind from the night's dream-visions, but there was one thing he couldn't escape: He didn't want to be a miserable old asshole anymore.
That afternoon, he bought a dozen wreaths. He hung one on each of the doors in his hallway. He finished at unit 612. He rapped three times on the door. Ms. Marley answered, now dressed in a flattering green sweater and a dark red skirt.
"My gift to you, Ms. Marley," Ben said, gesturing down the hall to the rows of wreaths.
"But the rules?"
"We'll discuss those at the next board meeting. I hope you'll be in attendance?"
"Sure. Thank you, um..."
"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself properly last night. My name is Ben." He extended his hand.
"Carol," she responded shaking it. "I'm sorry for calling you a miserable old asshole last night."
"I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot. Merry Christmas, Carol."
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