She had pulled the boxes in from the porch. Gifts from her father, I suspected.
She hauled a few bags from the car and set them on the kitchen counter. Her phone remained on the couch. She didn’t seem concerned I hadn’t answered.
I read her text again.
Amari: Christmas Eve Dinner is at 6 PM. Christmas tree emoji.
It wasn’t an invitation per se. More of a command.
I chuckled.
Nice try, little princess.
I pocketed my phoneand returned to watch her.
She prepared dinner while downing half a bottle of wine.
Once dinner was in the oven, she pulled her sweater up over her head.
I glimpsed the side of her tits and the curve of her hips as it disappeared into her leggings.
Fuck, I wanted to touch her there. Slide my fingertips overher curves.
She disappeared into the bathroom.
My cock twitched thinking about her naked in the shower.
I flipped on another angle next to the bathroom. I squinted as if I could see her through the wall. See the shape of her ass, her full tits. I groaned, palmed my dick, and imagined the water cascading off her ass and down her shapely legs.
I closed my eyes and rested my hand on the wall as I continued to massage my dick through my slacks.
With Amari, my imagination was vivid and detailed. I had her a hundred different ways: missionary, doggy style, her on top, her writhing beneath me. Every fantasy session ended with her coming hard, and my hand milked my cock. It was a frustrated climax because no matter how vivid my dream was, it paled compared to having her for real.
It didn’t mean I would stop busting a nut thinking about her.
Years ago, I hopedone day we would end up together. I didn’t know when or where, but I figured it had to happen. It was fate.
Fate had other plans. I had no time for hope. It was better this way.
She cameout from her room thirty minutes later wrapped in a towel.
She did not understand what she did to me.
The towel covered her perfect ass.
She bent over and checked the food in the oven.
The towel rode up and exposed the bottom of her backside.
I imagined laying perfect little kisses along the valley where her ass and thighs met.
I bit my lip and fisted my cock over my pants, willing her to bend over more. If I got a glimpse of her little pussy, it would do mein.
She stood up and looked around the cabin.
I did a quick survey of the area to make sure it was secure. No motion in the surrounding fields.
She heard me. When she poured another glass of wine and disappeared into her room again, I shut off the monitors. If she kept drinking like that, she’d pass out before the second bottle and forget that for a moment she had forgiven me.
When she woke up tomorrow, hungover, she’d be pissed all over again.
All would be right with the world.
We’d both be miserable and alone on Christmas morning.
I grabbed the bottle of Jack off the counter I’d saved for the perfect occasion.
Tonight might be it.
