Jeremy parallel parked his car in the cozy Pennsylvania
neighborhood and stepped out into the snow. He should be home packing for his
trip to Monterey, California to visit his parents for Christmas. But he’d
received an urgent call from Monica, asking him to stop by because she had
something important to tell him. What could be so important that she needed to
tell him? He’d had feelings for her, but that was past tense – all in the past.
He hadn’t seen her in almost two weeks – since he’d found out she was
interested in someone else.
Why am I here? Why bother? Monica’s not worth my time.
What could she possibly have to tell me?
He climbed the steps of the big two-story brick home and
rang the doorbell.
Turn around! Get your ass back to your car and drive
away! You have a flight tomorrow afternoon, and you don’t need her to make your
night any worse!
Jeremy didn’t want to face her, but when Monica had called
him, she sounded so hurt and she insisted that she really wanted to tell him
something. He would decide for himself how important it was, based on what she
had to say. He wasn’t interested in being a shoulder for her to cry on; he had
better things to do than hear how she got her feelings hurt by the guy she had
her eyes on.
Two weeks ago, he was ready to tell her how he felt, but
that was quickly derailed when she brought up another man’s name. She was so
interested in this other guy, it completely shattered his ego and any hopes of
being with her. Since then he’d stopped contacting her.
The ball was in his court. She’d pleaded with him to stop
by. He stared impatiently at the door. When it opened, the dark brown hair,
piercing green eyes, and pale complexion shook him to the core. Her appearance
never failed to unnerve him. Monica was a few years older than him, but you’d
never know it. She had such a seductive appeal for him, except for the mascara
painting streaks down her face; she was in tears – why?
“Jeremy,” she immediately leaned towards him and threw her
arms around him. “I miss you,” she sniffed. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“What is it Monica?” he asked in a gruff monotone voice.
“What do you want?”
She was taken aback by his gruffness, but she plunged
forward. “I’m so stupid!” she sobbed into his chest. “I just need someone to
talk to.” She looked up into his face shivering. “Jeremy, please come inside;
He rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. Oh God, just tell
me what you have to tell me.
Against all of his better judgment, he
followed her inside and closed the door behind him.
He couldn’t help appreciating her beautiful shape as she
climbed up the steps in front of him. She walked across the elegant living room
and stopped in front of a dark walnut coffee table. She pushed the sleeves of her
dark-red sweater up and started to say something. In fact, she started three
times, but every time she opened her mouth, she hesitated.
Jeremy was at the end of his patience. He should have never
come over here. “What is it?” he asked. “Monica, what’s going?”
She folded her arms in front of her and finally blurted out,
“Well, I heard you were leaving!”
“I should’ve told you this a long time ago. I’m so sorry
“What are you sorry about?” He tried to still his nerves.
“Just say what’s on your mind.”
“Jeremy, I don’t like to admit it, but you’re the only
person I can really talk to. You’re the only one who understands me, and now
The familiar ache that he’d been avoiding for the past
fourteen days was pushing its way back to the surface. He felt he had taken her
rejection really well, when she told him how she was interested in some wealthy
guy, who would “shower her with gifts.” This was just what he needed for the
holidays – Monica crying to him about how much that man had hurt her. But it
now occurred to him to wonder why was she concerned about him leaving for
“Jeremy, I love you. Please don’t leave.” She wiped the
black streaks from her face with a tissue she’d retrieved from the side table.
“I’ve had a horrible time admitting it to myself and now I’m admitting to you
how I feel about you.”
Jeremy stood motionless – not answering – not allowing
himself to speak. All this time, he’d anticipated how she was going to tell him
about Mr. Parker – the older, wealthy gentleman who wanted to give her the
world. There was no way Jeremy could’ve competed with him. From what he’d seen,
the man appeared arrogant and cold. But Mr. Parker wasn’t what Jeremy was upset
over. That was all Monica. Jeremy had dropped lots of hints that he was
interested in her; he had even considered getting her a Christmas present –
something small, but sentimental. But when she announced she was going on that
date with Mr. Parker, his feelings had been locked carefully away where they
couldn’t hurt him.
“If that’s how you felt about me, why go on the date with
Parker?” he hit her with a scathing look.
“I didn’t go on the date. I never did,” she pleaded. “He
told me that he saw how much you cared for me and…” She sighed, “Look, I was stupid
and he was honorable enough to see where I belonged. I’m sorry. I should’ve
just told you how I felt from the start.”
He looked at the deep blue carpet as the pain painted his
face red and lanced through his heart. Rage followed close behind. Monica had
hurt him. Then cold reality took over. “But I wasn’t your first choice,” he
narrowed his eyes at her, shaking his head slowly. “You knew, but you pushed me
“I know. And I was so wrong doing that to you,” she
confessed sorrowfully. “I don’t want to be alone for the holidays. All I want
is you… just you.” Her eyes pleaded with him to hear her.
“You never went on the date with Mr. Parker?”
“No,” she shook her head. “It never happened.”
I can’t believe it. Parker rejected her? What could he
have possibly told her? Parker could’ve swept her off her feet so easily, but
the man was a gentleman? He’d rejected her. What had he said to her?
His face scrunched under the tangle of pain and fury. “Are
you saying Parker rejected you, and now you’re coming to me?”
Monica sniffed and nodded. “I’m so sorry. I miss you. Two
weeks. Too long. And now I’m going to lose you.”
Jeremy struggled to keep his voice steady, “Why didn’t you
call me then?”
“I was confused. I was in denial. But I realized that I
missed talking to you. I had no one to share my problems with. You were always
there to help me solve everything. And you were always so comforting. I didn’t
understand why you stopped talking to me; I thought you were just being
childish. But I get it now. Your friend Ray told me flat out that you had
feelings for me… and now you’re leaving.”
His friend Ray was a blabber-mouth. “Oh Ray,” he shook his
“I know you still have those feelings for me… don’t you?”
Jeremy’s stubborn pride would have given everything to walk
out the door on her. She knew… she knew!
She knew he had feelings for
her; and he’d been about to tell her how he felt, but that plan went straight
out the window with her revelation about Mr. Parker. He should tell her to go
to hell and walk out that door and never look back. But it was two days before
Christmas and Jeremy still cared for her. How often did a woman wake up and
realize that the person she belonged with was right in front her? And how often
when a woman made a mistake, did she actually admit she was wrong?
It was Jeremy’s choice now. She was on her knees – not
literally; but she stood there in grave silence and respect, trembling with
brutal anticipation. A tear suddenly escaped from his own eye. He hadn’t wanted
to show how vulnerable he felt, but it was too late. The waterworks had
Instead of answering, he asked, “So what now Monica?” He
shook his head, still studying the carpet at his feet, “What now?”
She took a few steps closer, wiping the tears from her eyes
again. She put her hand around his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. “We do
this… and start all over.”
When she pulled away, Jeremy nodded. What happened two weeks
ago was now all in the past. Jeremy was ready to put it behind them and take
the opportunity that was being presented to him – her!
Jeremy leaned to kiss her again. The kiss sparked
electricity between them. Their tongues met. Kissing her made his temperature
rise. It felt passionate… pure… sincere. The way she moved her tongue inside
his mouth quickly erased the pain that was bottled up inside his heart. Those
feelings for her were still there.
“Jeremy, I love you,” she smiled. “You are all I want. Can
you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
“I can,” he nodded. “But I do have some news for you.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“I’m not leaving for good. I’m only going to Monterey to
visit my folks for the holidays.”
Monica gave him a look of astonishment. “You’re… not
leaving… for good?”
He shook his head, “No. I told my folks that I was going to
come out for a visit. It’s been three years since I’ve seen them.”
She exhaled a horrible sigh of relief. “Oh my gosh!” She
held her hand over her chest. “I’m so glad you’re not leaving for good!”
“I’m not,” he shook his head. “But I am leaving for
California tomorrow afternoon.”
She tilted her head and looked up at him with an impish
grin. “Then, there’s only one question I have to ask you.”
“Would you spend the night and be my early Christmas
“My flight doesn’t leave until three in the afternoon,” he
smiled. The hell with packing.
Whatever he forgot, he’d happily buy when
he got there.
Monica led him back to her bedroom. It was small but cozy,
and it suited her perfectly. They had kissed all the way down the hallway and
it was clear they weren’t here for sleep. There was so much for him to explore
about her. Monica stepped back and pulled her sweater over her head and stepped
out of her sweats. Jeremy was amazed at her beautiful, shapely body. She was
slender but as she undressed, her curves became obvious and it amazed him to
see how beautiful her figure really was. He took in the sexy black underwear
she wore. Her kisses and her little strip tease left him growing hard under his
jeans. Of course, he had imagined being intimate with her; but this was the
first time for real.
Jeremy didn’t need any further encouragement to remove his
clothing. He wanted to jump out of them and be inside her now! He stared into
her inviting eyes and held her face while he kissed her. She sucked on his
bottom lip and he felt it all the way to his dick.
The kiss was forceful. Jeremy struggled to get out of his
jeans while she tortured him one button at a time removing his shirt. When he
was finally able to push his pants down, he grinned wickedly and shifted his
eyes towards her bed.
He watched Monica cross the short distance to the bed where
she knelt on the mattress, looking over her shoulder at him, while he stumbled
towards the bed, his pants still tangled around his ankles.
He felt her soft hand reach inside his boxers and gently
stroke along his length. Jeremy carefully watched her beautiful face. Her
expression spoke more than a thousand words as she stroked his cock. The warmth
of her breath, and the way she held him in her hand made his heart beat fiercer
and his dick pulsed right along with it.
Her touch brought an onslaught of new curiosity. What does
she taste like? Where would she like to be touched? What color were her pert
nipples beneath that black bra? He intended to find out about all of her
delicious tidbits. He could taste the alcohol on her tongue, and that combined
with the pheromones on her breath was like a drug, making him oblivious to
everything but wanting her right now.
Her hand brushed against his thigh and then found his hand
and guided it to her smooth, clean-shaven, warm, wet pussy. His fingers found
their way to her slit, instantly feeling the warm juices that slid against his
fingertips. She was ready for him; she bucked against his hand and moaned into
his mouth. Once again his cock was held firmly in her confident grip.
Everything about Monica was so good; his mouth watered to taste her.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered seductively.
But Jeremy slid down her body and out of her reach as he
pulled her panties off and inhaled deeply. Monica was beautiful and
intoxicating. Her pale beauty intrigued him. He bent to kiss her soft sweet
skin. Down her stomach and in between her silky thighs. She grabbed his head
and pulled him against her. He attacked her soft folds with determination.
Jeremy lapped at her sweet juices as his cock ached with jealousy to feel her
warm, soft center. When she grabbed his hair and pulled him upwards, the battle
was lost. She had sided with his impatient body and he succumbed to that will.
He pressed their bodies together imagining what it would feel like in moments
when he was inside her, when suddenly he felt her hand guiding his cock exactly
where it wanted to be.
Jeremy slid into her without any resistance. She was wet,
very wet. And tight, so very tight! Both of them were clean shaven, which made
everything much more intense for both of them.
Jeremy pushed into her slowly at first, but she was
impatient and the rhythm soon became much faster; however, his strokes were
still very deep. He pushed against the resistance deep inside her body, which
she clearly enjoyed.
Monica moaned and howled, while she held onto him. The room
was filled with the sounds of her gratification and the slap of his cock
against her soaking wet pussy.
Jeremy felt her constrict around him. At the same time, he
felt her body stiffen against him; her expression was complete enjoyment
despite the fine sheen of sweat across her face. She dug her fingers into his
sides as she came. And he stayed with her, following every wave of her orgasm
with another stroke.
As Monica relaxed a little, coming down from that powerful
release, Jeremy’s pace picked up. He pumped her hard and strong. The pressure
was building inside him. And Monica’s tight little body was helping it along.
The two watched together as his cock disappeared into her pussy. Monica gave
him her most naughty smile. “Oh, I just love watching your cock go in and out
of my pussy!” she purred, and then, “Fuck me harder! Don’t stop!”
She was enjoying the view of their bodies coming together,
and encouraging him to fuck her – like he needed any encouragement at that
point. His cock was on fire and the need to cum was excruciating. He needed to
slow down; otherwise he wouldn’t be able to stop. They hadn’t used a rubber and
they hadn’t even talked about her status. Being inside Monica was the most
intense feeling, but he worried what would happen if he didn’t pull out.
“Monica,” he panted, pummeling her pussy. “I’m gonna cum…
I’m gonna cum!”
“Oh cum inside me!” she cried in ecstasy, wrapping her legs
around him and forcing him further inside her. “Don’t pull out Jeremy; I’m on
Jeremy gave one last thrust as his cock twitched inside her.
His juices quickly shot inside her, one pulse after another. He watched her
body writhe once he was spent; it was like he had filled her with a whole new
wave of juicy, hot orgasm by cumming inside her. Monica suddenly dug her nails
into his back. It was a little painful, but Jeremy didn’t mind. He was pretty
distracted by how much she was enjoying it.
She looked into his eyes and kissed him. “Jeremy, I missed
you so much.”
“Spend the night with me,” her eyes begged every bit as much
as her voice. “Please?”
“Okay,” he rolled off of her and wrapped his arm around her,
snuggling her body up next to him and pulling the covers over them. “You know,
I’m glad we finally told each other how we felt.”
“I’m glad too… but I’m sad – I’m going to have to spend
Christmas alone – without you – because you’re going to be with your folks in
California,” she pouted.
“Well, not necessarily,” Jeremy said, trailing his fingers
slowly down the curve of her body. “How would you like to come with me? You
could meet my folks… I could show you around…”
She raised her head up and looked at him, “Really? You’d
take me with you?’
“Yeah,” he nodded. “If you want to come with me.”
“Do you think there’ll be a seat available for me on the
“I’m sure I can have that arranged,” he smiled back at her.
Monica cuddled against his chest. “Jeremy, I love you.
You’re all I want for Christmas.”
“I love you too Monica.” He pulled her closer to him,
kissing her gently, slipping his tongue inside her mouth.
Neither of them realized when they fell asleep. They both
were so comfortable and satisfied and relaxed, that sleep just happened. But
when Jeremy woke up the next morning, he realized he was starting a new day – a
new life – with Monica. Not as friends – but as lovers – real lovers! He pulled
her close to him in a good morning embrace and when her eyes opened, he
whispered, “Merry Christmas.”