The stall owner nodded sagely. “An ugly sweater party, I bet. And you want to win.”
“Not necessarily. I just need a sweater.”
“This is the one for you,” she declared, draping a sweater over the counter with a flourish. Wool knit featuring a big gray cat wearing a red Santa hat festooned with white pom-poms, the sweater was hideous.
“Or,” the stall owner said, “we have some other options.” She started rummaging in the boxes of sweaters behind her. “Let me pull them out.”
A crowd of tourists was approaching quickly. I needed to get out.
I’ll just cut off the pompoms.
“I’ll take this one,” I said, interrupting the woman’s explanations of the various sweaters she had and how she knit them.
She ran my card. “Merry Christmas! I hope you win!”
All I wanted to win was Merrie.
I stuffed the sweater in my briefcase.
My phone beeped with another message from her. I swiped up, still wondering how I would respond.
Then I stopped in the middle of the street. A man wearing reindeer antlers almost crashed into me.
“And a Merry Christmas to you too!” he shouted.
But all I could focus on was the picture.
Of Merrie.
Specifically, Merrie’s tits.
Merrie:I want your frosting all over my Christmas cookies!
And this was why I was going to her mom’s Christmas party. Because anything was worth having her again.
“You cannot be serious.”
Merrie was appalled when I showed her the sweater.
“I thought you liked Christmas.” I smirked at her.
“You don’t!” she screeched.
“I’m cutting the pom-poms off,” I explained.
“Oh, oh no,” Merrie said, eyes widening. “This is a custom sweater from Blanche. If people find out you cut up one of her sweaters, you’ll be run out of town.”
I frowned at the sweater. “Well, that changes the calculus.”
“I cannot believe my mother,” she groaned.
I set my hands on her waist and brought them around to caress her ass, one hand slipping between the curve of her thighs.
She moaned softly as I leaned in to kiss her.
“You really don’t have to go,” she said when I released her.
But I…actually wanted to go. Or more accurately, I wanted to be there with her.
