I shiftedmy bag of tree-trimming supplies on my shoulder as I stood outside of Matt’s door, my hand hovering over the doorbell. After that kiss earlier, there was no question Matt wanted me. But I didn’t want to show up in a tacky too-small sweater and be like, “I’m here!”
That seemed trashy. Maybe he wanted the illusion that we were going to have a fun evening. Or maybe he didn’t want to decorate his tree. Maybe he just bought one so I would come over, we’d spend fifteen minutes hooking up, and then he would want me to leave. Maybe bringing a duffle bag and two suitcases worth of tree-trimming supplies was not a good look. It probably screamed desperation. Also, I didn’t put on clean underwear. These were my favorite Christmas underwear covered in happy reindeer. They were a little faded, though, and had a hole in the crotch.
“Clearly all signs are pointing at the conclusion that you did not spend enough time planning this out,” I decided, pulling my hand back. “Go back to your shop, regroup, strategize, for fuck’s sake, change your clothes, and—”
The door swung open. Matt stood there in his dark gray slacks and his white shirt, no tie, the top button undone.
“The doorman said you had arrived,” he explained when saw me standing there awkwardly. “But then, you never rang the doorbell.” He noticed all my suitcases and tilted his head slightly.
“Are you moving in?” he asked slowly.
“Oh my god, no, of course not,” I said in a rush. “I came to help decorate your Christmas tree.” I hurried inside and set all my bags on the floor. Then I opened the closest one to show him it was not full of my clothes and worldly possessions and instead held Christmas ornaments.
“Here are the lights,” I said, “I didn’t use these on my tree, but I know you seem to hate the superior light option, so you can have the tiny white lights.” I shoved the bundle of lights wrapped around cardboard in his hands. Then I pulled out my sketchbook. “We’re going to do a winter wonderland theme on your tree. I have the ornaments that look like little icicles.”
I unzipped another suitcase and took out a bundle of little sprigs of silvery wispy branches. “We’ll intersperse them throughout the tree. And here,” I said, opening up the duffle bag, “is your Christmas ornament palette—mercury glass ornaments, a variety of snowflake sizes, and crystal ornaments that I am totally not giving away for free with a cookie because they are very expensive.”
“This is all very—”
“And,” I said, interrupting him, “I brought hot chocolate and cookies for a wholesome Christmas evening.”
“I had something the opposite of wholesome in mind.”
So, we were going to just do a quick hookup, and I really misinterpreted the situation. Got it. Way to go, Merrie.
Matt set the lights aside, and then he was on me, kissing me hard. I moaned as he pushed up my sweater to tease and play with my nipples. His tongue slipped in my mouth, reminding me that he wanted to lick my pussy.
I’m definitely on board with that, I decided. Matt’s hand slid between my legs to press against my soaking wet panties. I bucked against his fingers, craving a repeat of last night. But instead of tearing off my clothes and giving me his Christmas package early, Matt stepped back.
“But,” he said, “since you put all this effort into bringing your Christmas supplies over here, we should decorate the tree.”
“Wait, what?” I gasped.
Matt feigned innocence. “The tree’s not going to decorate itself, Merrie. Where’s your Christmas spirit?”
My Christmas spirit had stripped off all its clothes, ready to jump in a deep pool of sexual relief.
Matt began unwinding the lights around the tree.
“You have to start at the tip and work your way down,” I said hurrying over.
“Oh, really?” Matt smirked.
“Not like that,” I said hastily, trying not to think about sliding down his cock with my mouth or, better yet, my pussy.
Matt tucked the end of the light strand on the tree then slowly unwound the lights while I tucked the strands into the thick branches. Matt plugged it in, and the tree gave off a warm glow. Then we wound a garland of gold and white satin ribbon and big white poinsettia flowers around the tree.
“Next are the big ornaments,” I said, pulling out a tray from my suitcase. “Oversized snowflakes and the big balls. I mean,” I hastily amended as Matt snorted, “these glass globes.”
Actually, that sounded a little filthy too. Or maybe I just had getting laid on the brain.
I spaced out the large ornaments, giving Matt several to put on the higher branches, then stood back to inspect my work.
“Move that snowflake with the three prongs down and an inch up. Perfect!”
“We done?” he asked.
“Absolutely not,” I replied, taking out another tray of smaller ornaments. “These are the filler, and they go farther back in the branches.”
