Christmas at the shore part 5
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Introduction: Will Joe succeed? Matt and I looked at each other at the table, smirks of eagerness on our faces. It was just me and him in a room with four ladies tonight. Well, I had Lisa, who was great with me, but Matt was up to his head in pussy. As we sat eating our dinner, I asked, Should I do it?
Do what? he asked back.
You know, do her in front of the girls.
Well, they wont get mad. Theyll just get horny. Just disregard their presence, theyre attention whores.
Well, theyre just whores. Shoulda seen that. Shit. I wanna piss them off.
Theyre leaving tomorrow night. Just get em tomorrow morning.
Fine.
I thought fucking Lisa in front of the bitches would tick em off or something. I didnt know they were obsessed with cock. This sucks.
Joe! Joe! I looked behind, and saw my little sister at the bottom of the stairs. She looked funny.
Whats up? I asked.
I found this bottle under the bed in your room. Whats this brown juice?
She found the spitter I had to stash. Fuck.
Uugh, its just old Gatorade that sat there. It does that.
It smells like peach, I didnt know they had a peach flavor!
Yep, brand new. Just toss it quick.
And the damage was done. The second it was thrown into the trash, I felt the hands of the one and only Lisa grasp my shoulders.
Honestly? she whispered into my ears.
It was the same one you stopped me using. I promise.
I dont believe that.
I thought for a second as she stared at me straight in the eyes, without moving a muscle.
Do you trust me? I asked her.
She didnt respond, rather walking away back to the living room. FUCK.
And there goes my shot at revenge. I think theyre pissed though. Enjoy sex tonight. I said to Matt.
Will do sire. Enjoy sleeping alone.
Go fuck yourself.
Yep. Can I borrow your lighter tonight?
Sure bro. Just for you.
And after that, I went upstairs, grabbed my bag and pc, and headed into my living room. It was just Lisa and I sitting on opposite sides of the room, each on a makeshift bed the girls had set up. I was on one that was in a group of two, and Lisa was on a bed that was grouped with three others. I think you can understand why. I lay down, stared at the ceiling, walked over, and dumped out my bag on her bed. The rest of my tins fell with my spare clothes I had for tonight. She looked me in the eyes, half-smiled, and walked away. Bitch.
Bro, are you kidding? Thats the rest of the dip for this week! Where are we supposed to go now, the store down the street? Matt asked.
Go for it dude. I quit. I said. Lisas more important right now.
Pussy. He said back. I grabbed a tin, chucked it at him, and caught him straight in the upper lip. I think it hurt.
Are you kidding me? He proclaimed. I will enjoy this.
Dip causes mouth cancer, duh. I pointed out.
I had now argued and attempted to make up with everyone so far, but the girls. And, I didnt plan on it either. They dont deserve to be in my house. I hate them. Why did my sister invite them?
I sat there motionless, unsure of my damaged relationship with my best friend Lisa. Literally, I let my body breathe, and do what it needed, but I just lay there, doing nothing. I just didnt give a shit. Christmas was worthless if Lisa was mad, and she was key to pissing off the girls. I missed her already. I pulled out my phone, and it read nine oclock. Any day now, we can chill down here. I was anxious of what could happen, but flustered. It seems more and more now likely that this was all dip and my sisters fault. I hung there for about fifteen more minutes, then I went to look for everyone. Matt was showering in my parents floors shower, my sister was in my shower, and the girls were getting in their pajamas. Matt walked out as I headed down from the top floor. God damn Im horny. He said.
Theyre getting into pajamas, not looking good for you bro.
I dont think thats bad. Maybe theyre extra skimpy or something.
Go get dressed. Im heading back.
WOOO! He walked away and slapped my ass. He was a little too excited.
I laid back down on the same bed I was on before, ready to hang out finally with Lisa and the girls. Matt jumped on the bed next to mine, shirtless.
At least make an attempt to make this feel random. Put a damn shirt on.
Fine. What, is it your period?
You bet.
He ran back up, got a blank tee, and came back. We waited for a while. It was nearing ten oclock.
Bedtime! My mom yelled. Ok! We yelled back.
And finally, the girls arrived. Lisa had on my flannel pajama pants, and a school tee shirt. The rest of the girls wore bright colored sweatpants and college tee shirts. They jumped onto their beds, and laughed in a really cliche giggle.
Lights OUT! And dont you dare sneak out! My dad screamed.
Deal! I yelled. I went and turned out all of the surrounding rooms lights, the kitchen lights, and the porch lights, then walked back into the living room. One lamp was on, and when I went to get it, I saw all four girls sitting on Matts bed, with Matt. One was behind him, touching his back and shit, the other two acted real flirty, and Lisa took a seat on the corner of the cushion.
You guys smoke? Matt asked the girls.
Eww, cigarettes are groooooss. Jane said, flamboyant in protest. It took all I could to not break into laughter, but I did let out a snort, just to get them ticked, a bit. I covered my face, turned around, and sat on the ground, with my back to the girls beds. I looked at Lisa, who looked back, unsure of her feelings. She held her head in her hand, looking at the ground and me simultaneously. I pulled out my phone, and typed srry and sent it to Lisa. Ten seconds later, she got it, got up, and sat down next to me. We kinda just sat there watching the four of them do weird shit. We glanced back at each other a couple of times when one of the girls did something funny. She casually played at my right hand with her left as we watched. The girls were so fucking dumb and weird, it was so entertaining. I could tell though Lisa was getting kind of antsy while we sat there, so I flashed her my pipe. She looked down, bit her lip, and looked back at me, nodding. She led me to the back room, and pulled a window up. I gave her the pipe and my light.
Thank you. These girls are killing me. Lisa said, then took a hit.
Why did you invite them?
She exhaled, and said, Theyre my friends normally. Theyre just acting weird around you. They think youre cute and have no idea we fucked.
I inhaled, and exhaled, and said, I want to get them mad. You wanna help?
Gladly.
We each took a couple more hits till it was empty, and I emptied it out the window. We walked back in, and I put my stuff in my bag. They were taking turns making out with Matt as he lay down on the bed, rubbing against him furiously. His massive boner was hard to miss.
ATTA BOY! I whispered, trying to keep it down so my parents didnt hear.
I stood up by where Lisa lay, getting used to the weed she just smoked, unbeknownst to her three friends and Matt. I was high as shit, and I needed to close my eyes. I laid down next to her, and she curled into my shoulder. I lifted up my arm with minimal effort, allowing her to snuggle into me. I grabbed one of the blankets, moved the pillows closer, threw off my socks, and got ready to sleep. I wanted to take advantage of my incredible high, but I would get high in the morning from falling asleep now. Lisa felt the same way. Even though we didnt do anything too risque, we were going to do plenty to piss off the terrible trio. I reached over to the one lamp, turned it off, and quickly got to na na land, without being disturbed by the loud fornicating ten feet away.
I woke up at about seven, and found Lisa next to me, curled up. I looked over to the other guys, who were all dressed back in their pajamas, but all in uncomfortable, passed out positions. All of the sudden, Matt shot up out of sleep, and looked straight at me. Im sure I looked shocked out of my mind, because he grinned at me. Did you guys fuck? I asked, quietly.
We were, late too. But, like, someone was coming downstairs in the middle of it, so we all got dressed quick. I was down to keep going but they were too scared to keep going. Not even a bj under covers or something. What happened to you two?
Shes kinda annoyed with her friends, so we just chilled, smoked, and slept. We were gonna piss em off but I dont know if thats happening. Had to be done when theyre awake.
Get ready then.
What?
Right after I asked, he started to pull Janes sweatpants off. I got back on the bed, and woke Lisa up politely. Theyre waking up in a couple of minutes.
Just do something. I dont feel like moving.
Okay.
I pulled down Lisas pants, and pulled off mine, so I was just in a t-shirt and underwear. I pulled off her panties, took off my boxers, and started to lick her pussy. She moaned silently, and had her hands play with my hair. I lapped, mixing rhythms and where I licked, and could taste her getting ready. She was pulling my hair harder the wetter she got, and her moans got louder and louder. Shhhh. I said, after stopping. I was just as horny as she was, so I pulled up the cover, covering most of both us, so others couldnt see. I got in place to fuck her missionary, rubbed up and down her slit a little, and pushed in with ease. I straightened my back a bit to examine my work, and looked at Lisa, who had that look. You high again? I asked, and she bit her lip in a smirk. As I went faster, my heart pounded harder, making my body get higher, quicker. I slowed down after a minute to enjoy the high. Our plan had worked, and we could finally fuck when we were high. Instead of straightening back up, I got down to kind of hug Lisa, while fucking her. We made out there for a while, or it felt like a while. We both had no grasp of time, and we went at it for what seemed like forever. What felt like a long time into, I felt my head get out torn out of my liplock by Cassie, and I looked at her, dumbfounded and in pain, since she had a huge thing of hair tightly gripped in her hand. She slapped me as hard as she could, and I flew across the put-together beds, due to my weightlessness. Lisa yanked her covers back to her neck, and whispered, What the hell?
You know we all love Joe! Were stuck her getting our rocks off with this fucking stoner and youre doing Joe outta nowhere! She said back in a hushed voice.
We fucked before you guys even got here, and once while you were! It isnt random at all. Jesus, are you okay?
She put a warm hand over my slap mark, which stung tremendously. I looked at Cassie in an eat-shit, im-with-her look, and put my head on Lisas shoulder.
Shit, someones coming! Matt whispered.
I stumbled, high out of my mind, to put my sweats back on. I handed Lisa hers under the covers, and stood there in the middle of the room. I did it. They were more pissed then I had anticipated.
“Do what?” he asked back. “You know, do her in front of the girls.” “Well, they won’t get mad. They’ll just get horny. Just disregard their presence; they’re attention whores.” “Well, they’re just whores. Shoulda seen that. Shit. I wanna piss them off.” “They’re leaving tomorrow night. Just get ‘em tomorrow morning.” “Fine.” I thought fucking Lisa in front of the bitches would tick em off or something. I didn’t know they were obsessed with cock. This sucks. “Joe! Joe!” I looked...
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Christmas On Duty Copyright Oggbashan December 2012Minor edit December 2013The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. *************************************************Our office party was set for Christmas Eve...
Step dad, mum and college lass: Everything under a Christmas tree should be opened with relish and delight....Some may say I’m lucky, others who share the same birthday as me, will take a different view. My birthday falls on Christmas Day. Yet here I was getting up excited and very early on Christmas morning just turned eighteen. I was prepared as usual for the ‘single double’ present that covered both birthday and Christmas. But at least it was under a tree. The tree I had helped decorate with...
Christmas On Duty Copyright Oggbashan December 2012Minor edit December 2013The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. *************************************************Our office party was set for...
Christmas at Thanatos Manor – Part One Dear Reader. Here's a cruel and depraved little confection to brighten yourholiday season. So put down the ribbons and wrapping paper and spend a fewminutes with the members of the Thanatos Society as they gather at the Manorto celebrate Christmas. Like most of my tales, this one is not for the faintof heart. If you would like to let me know what you think of this story, youmay contact me at [email protected] Cerberus A leather-clad chauffeur...
Jim and Jackie returned to find their pictures had been developed. She and Jim impatiently open the pictures in front of the store clerk. Jackie was shaking. The pictures were blurry and some of them were under-exposed. The other pictures showed some trees and the trail heading up from the river where the woman stood, but she did not appear on the film. Looking with despair and discouragement, Jackie and Jim went back to Statum Shores. Jackie and Jim sat down by the oak tree and wondered...
That was the awkward Christmas. I had come back from my sophomore year at college, visiting my parents for a few days — the first time I felt like a visitor in the house I grew up in. My younger brother, Randy, had accepted an invitation to go skiing with some cousins, a trip that my other obligations made impossible for me. His absence turned the time with my parents a bit more claustrophobic. Then, with only me and my parents in the house, they decided on a table-top Christmas tree instead of...
However, the coming Friday was Christmas. Instead of celebrating, she would spend the day sleeping late, enjoying a TV dinner, while watching one of her old taped movies, like “Gone with the Wind.” Or so she thought, the phone rang. When she answered it, it was her mother. She was calling to invite Melinda to come home for Christmas, after all she was only forty miles away. As usual, mom wouldn’t take no for an answer. “But Mom, I don’t feel like celebrating, it brings back too many...
Christmas Story Two Here Kitty Kitty I was away at college during the holidays. My mother was home all alone, since dad had died earlier in the year. I didn’t have the money or anyway to get home so mom would have to face this first Christmas all alone. I missed being home for Thanksgiving and my roommate knew it. He tried to comfort me, he tried to get me drunk, and he even tried to get me laid too. As it got closer to Christmas I told him that my mother had been born on...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2012 Minor edit December 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. ************************************************* Our office party was set for Christmas Eve starting...
I loathe Christmas. In fact I loathe any prescribed festivity which obliges one to feign good will towards people one is at best indifferent to at all other times. Christmas is especially vile since the people most likely to go into a huff over the gift you’ve bought them are those who have spent weeks telling you, “It’s the thought that counts.” And you can’t go shopping without being force fed trite sentiment masquerading as music, much as turkeys are twice-stuffed, alive and dead. I said as...
CheatingIntroduction: This is a romance between two young people thrown together by an unlikely set of circumstances, at Christmas time. If you are looking for a porn story, you will be disappointed. If you are looking for a lot of wild sex, you will be disappointed. But if you are looking for a tale of romance and generosity, a story about growth and selflessness, I hope you will read and enjoy. I would be remiss if I did not thank my muse, the amazing woman who keeps me sane and happy.*"Mr. Summers,...
It’s Christmas Eve and you’d think I’d be happy and excited for tomorrow, but to me, it’s just another day. My foster guardians, I’m certainly not going to call them parents, don’t give a shit about Christmas. Rick McCray and his rotten tooth wife Caroline, who are supposed to be my guardians will most likely spend their Christmas all strung out on crack. Rick deals but also uses and Caroline only uses. Crack’s not the only drug they ingest. They’ll take anything they can get. Crack’s just...