The lithe brunette chipped to the counter with that year’s Christmas present to herself – which she saved for first because everyone else could wait. It was love at first sight, days before her store visit, when she discovered the naughty undergarment online.

The model’s ass wasn’t as nice as hers, of course.

“Ooh, these are popular,” said the blonde clerk, whose nose stud gleamed in the store’s bright lights.

“I can’t imagine why?” Lexi said while brushing her index finger across her bottom lip. They shared a giggle, and the clerk packed the panties into a red, glittery holiday bag and handed it to Lexi after receiving her payment.

“I don’t know you, but this purchase is kinda making me wish I did.”

“Egads, are you calling me a…” Lexi gasped and covered her mouth. “… ho?”

The clerk leaned forward and bit her bottom lip. “Depends.” Her voice dropped a few octaves. “Would you like me to?”

“You’re way more fun than the old clerk.” Lexi giggled.

“That’s why they’re the old clerk.” The blonde straightened. “Hey, tell whoever’s gonna see those, they’re a lucky son of a bitch… or bitch.”

“Trust me, they’ll know.”  Lexi blew a kiss to the blonde, spun on her heels and exited the store.

Later that night, she sat on her couch wearing her white crop sweater and red purchased panties while drinking a cup of hot chocolate and watching Die Hard for the millionth time. It wasn’t a Christmas film, but she loved trolling people every year, saying that it was for the hell of it. The looks on their faces and how heated they got proved priceless.

At five minutes past eleven, the movie stream finished and given the time, she would soon have company. Home decorations weren’t a preference of her upcoming guest’s – she wouldn’t have negotiated on them anyhow – but no compromise could be bought against having a Christmas tree. That’s why she’d always put up her tall, artificial one in early December and decorate that at least.  It made for a cool photo-op, so she selected her phone’s camera app, set the timer for five seconds – forgot she had a cup of hot chocolate, so she placed it next to the tree, then restarted the timer – and posed while poking out her toned, little booty.

“Santa’s Favorite Ho?” A deep voice pierced the void behind her.

“Do you like them?” she asked without turning. “I got them for you.” She smoothed the captioned panties over her bottom.

“You shouldn’t have.” She turned to face the intruder, smiled, ran and jumped onto his tall, powerlifter frame, lapping her legs around his waist – with his assistance as he was quite tall and his waist thick.

“You know I’m a very naughty girl, and I would have, even if I was told not to.” She kissed her bearded companion all over his face while grabbing his red wool cap. He held her head steady and kissed her on the lips, which she replied to by boring her tongue into his mouth and wrestling with his until he spoke.

“I love them.” He patted her rear, and she unwrapped her legs and stood in mid-air until he lowered her by the waist.

“Did you get to finish all of your deliveries?”

“You’ve asked me that every year for the last decade, Lexi.”

“Right, and you answer the same way.” She rolled her eyes and said, “I’m doing them right now.”

“I know you get bored with me explaining how time isn’t linear for me and bla-bla-bla.”

“What can I say; I’m a hardhead.”

“A hardhead that gives great head.”

“You’re so corny.” Lexi snickered, turned, walked and bent over for her cup of hot chocolate, then glanced back. “That’s how the print looks stretched over my ass, by the way.”

Nick chortled and grinned, but then his expression turned grim. Lexi straightened, sipped her hot chocolate and sauntered over to him. The top of her frame reached his Solar Plexus, and she tilted her neck to look at the white-bearded, holiday giant who gave Thor Björnsson a run for his money.

“What’s wrong, Nick?”

“We… have to talk.”

Lexi took another sip and said, “We see each other once a year, bang our brains out – well mine’s more than yours; I mean, look at the frigging size of you – and you’re going to give me a ‘we have to talk’?”

Nick’s face seemed to weather more in that instant, and his eyes flicked to the side.

“Okay.” Lexi sighed, walked to her sofa and sat. “What do we have to talk about?”

“The Missus and I are getting back together.”

Lexi reclined and then straight-pulled her beverage before resting it on the floor. “Oh, I… I wasn’t expecting that.” She tucked her hair behind one ear and asked, “You’ve been separated for what; ten years, now?”

“Ten of your years, but ten months for me. But, yes, it has been that amount of time.”

“So what does this mean for us?” Lexi leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs and laying her chin onto her clasped hands. Nick’s gaze remained transfixed on her smooth, toned legs for a moment, and she purposefully spread them to show her vulva printout.

“It means I can’t see you after this year, Lexi.”

Lexi slammed her back into the seat and folded her arms in a huff.

“Look,” Nick said, “I’ve been saying for a while now that you should look for real love, not this placeholder thing we’ve had going on.”

“Placeholder thing?” Lexi scoffed and shook her head.

“It’s true.” He stepped to her, dropped to a knee and held the side of her face, prompting her to look at him directly with watery eyes. “You know I care for you deeply, but you have to admit that you’ve been using me to run from romance in the real world. A man you only have to commit to once a year is infinitely easier than putting your all into something day in and day out.”

“You fucking know why!” She wrinkled her nose.

“That was a lifetime ago, Lexi. You have to let it go.”

“The bitch that made my life hell in high school rode my supposed high school sweetheart’s face on Christmas Eve. In the same bed he took my virginity. My boyfriend of four fucking years, who knew what I went through, fucked my enemy. Hell, I would have felt better if I caught him dicking her down, but she was dominating him. Fuck letting it go.”

Nick sighed and swiped a tear away from her cheek with his thumb, but she knocked his hand away, stood and walked toward the tree.

“My mom and aunts always talked about how love was bullshit, and it didn’t really exist,” she said with her back to him. “I thought they were just old and bitter when I was younger, but after he did what he did, I understood where they were coming from.”

“You can’t let their experiences influence your life like that.”

“But isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? Listen to your elders and learn from their mistakes?”

“Yes, but sometimes you have to still take chances and find out for yourself, or you’ll never truly live.”

Lexi walked up to Nick and poked him several times in his chest – which hovered above her – and said, “By the way: you’ve got some nerve saying I used you to run away from my problems when you’ve been doing the same thing for the last ten years.”

“Ten months.”

“Whatever.”

 Musical lights would have been welcomed over the painful silence that followed. Although, cheerful yuletide music ran the risk of pissing her off more than she already was.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” She beat his chest until her forehead fell onto his abdominal wall. When her arms grew tired, she wrapped them around his waist, but her fingers wouldn’t touch. “Don’t be fooled; I’m still frigging pissed at you.”

“I know.” Nick released a deep sigh and said, “Lexi, you’re a beautiful person inside and out. All you need to do is give someone a chance to see that and give yourself a chance to see that in a special someone.”

“I’m good with one-night-stands when my toys start to bore me,” she murmured into his breastbone.

“Life is more than just sex. It’s about finding someone to share your hopes, dreams and even nightmares with.”

“Oh, please.” She detached her forehead from his torso and looked up at him. “You’re gonna tell me now that’s how you felt about me?”

“Nah, I just loved fucking you senseless,” he said dryly.

“Fucker.” Lexi snickered before slapping his pec and making him chuckle. “Well, since we’re not gonna be seeing each other after tonight, or at least until you and the Missus call it splitsville again – and by then, I may be seventy, and you’ll look the same – I wanna bone one last time.”

“Bone?”

“Sometimes I get bored saying ‘fuck’ so sue me.”

“I wouldn’t win anyway. They’d throw me into one of your mental asylums for claiming to be your Santa Claus.”

“You’re a fucking tank, Nick; I don’t think much throwing’s gonna be going down.”

“Okay, well, they’d try.”

Lexi giggled, but then became stoic and looked down. Nick lifted her chin, and she smiled weakly and tip-toed until they pecked each other a few times. Those gentle pecks then transformed into full-blown kisses. He reached down and grabbed her behind with a lift, rubbing his middle and ring fingers against her labia which glided against the panty’s fabric with her wetness. Her moaning carried into his mouth, and he continued rubbing the soaked garment against her puffy lips, rendering its coverage useless.

“Eat my pussy, Nick,” she said after separating her lips from his.

“So fucking vulgar.” As Lexi attempted to pull her panties down, Nick placed his hands over hers, shook his head and then hoisted her into the air by her waist so that she could straddle his face. Her legs wrapped around his neck, and she pulled the sticky gusset aside so that Nick complied with her earlier request. His thick tongue burrowed into her labial folds and journeyed from her perineum up and over her clitoral hood. He repeated this action several times, focusing on her clitoris with concentrated circles and then sucking on it like a piece of candy. Lexi tossed his wool cap so she could tug at his shaggy, white hair underneath. She writhed against his heated tongue until she bucked into an orgasmic frenzy, pinching her eyes shut and nearly unhinging her jaw.

Nick pulled away from her cunt and asked, “You alright?”

She panted for a while before she replied, “Kinda, but I don’t wanna be. Tire me out some more.”

Nick grinned and set her down on her wobbly feet. Again, she went to remove her panties, but Nick swayed his index finger in a “Nuh-uh” motion. He then pointed to the couch and told her to lie on her back. She did so and lay spread-eagled. When he approached, he moved the gusset aside, entered two fingers and curled upward, thus frigging her cunt vigorously until it sopped, and she screamed obscenities.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck!” Her face contorted, and her squirt splattered onto the floor, leaving her panting. Nick removed his boots and pants, allowing his cock to spring loose to her delirious delight. He lowered, cock-slapped her mound, and slid inside, making her hum.

He held onto the back of the couch and ground her insides until she begged him to ram her, so he pulled her legs together and put them over his shoulder. The pounding he gave lasted less than a minute as she grunted upon another climax.

“Get on all fours.” Nick’s voice was deeper than before, which Lexi knew from their vast experience of boning meant he wanted to empty his balls either in or all over her. She bent over, flared her elbows out on the back of the couch and rested her cheek on her knuckles.

“You want to stare at the print on my ass while you’re pounding me, don’t you?” She placed her index finger in her mouth.

Nick pulled the gusset aside again, shoved his cock into her, making her gasp and said, “Yes.” He sunk his fingers into her hips, and she arched her spine more as he fucked fast and hard.

“Oh god, Nick. Fuck. Oh Jesus, you’re killing meee.” Lexi’s eyes crossed, and Nick grabbed her throat.

“Santa’s Favorite Ho, eh?” Grunts rumbled from his diaphragm with every thrust. “This is what you wanted? To be fucked like a whore?”

“Yesss.” Upon that reply, her eyes uncrossed, and she clenched her teeth and seethed, causing spitballs to fly from her mouth and minute saliva strings to dangle from her lips. “Fuck me like a fucking whore!”

Nick pounded the arch out of Lexi’s back, causing her knees to rise off the cushions, and he held her in the air. The side of her face pushed into the couch more until he yelled, filling her slippery cunt with an overflow of jizz.

“Goddammit!” He pressed into her buttocks and snarled, squeezing everything into her tight fuckhole as she dangled within his grip, pulling at her hair. He laid her on the seat, face down, ass up, with his cum bubbling out of her slit and stringing onto the cushion below. Lexi panted, and the area by her mouth darkened with saliva.

“I think the naughty text on my panties set you off,” she said with an exhausted yet naughty smile, and he nodded.

Several more sessions left her with enough cream-filling escaping from both ends to make up for previous seasons he pulled out. As they lay on the floor afterward with her sprawled on top of his large body and her head resting on his chest, he stroked her hair gently and they absorbed the quiet of the night.

“I don’t want to give you up.” Tears rolled onto his hairy chest, and she rubbed them in.

“I want you to do something for me.”

“What?” She rested her chin on his pectorals and looked at him.

“Go down to the Bayview Community Center in the morning and ask for ‘O’. Tell her Nick sent you, and she’ll fix you up.”

“Why? I’m not rich or anything, but I ain’t lacking either.”

“It’ll be good for you. Something special will be there.”

“Special? What is this secret agent BS mission you’re sending me on? Who is this ‘O’ anyway?”

“A good woman I met forty of your human years ago.”

“Was she your last mistress?” Lexi jumped her eyebrows suggestively, causing Nick to chuckle and bounce her body as he did so.

“Just do it. Trust me.”

Lexi exhaled sharply and rested her head until they fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

***

When Lexi woke up the next morning, she was laid comfortably in her bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Must’ve been a dream.

The soreness of her cunt betrayed her wish and her vision blurred with tears again, but she refused to give the universe the satisfaction of her sobs. Instead, she sniffled, wiped her eyes with her sweater sleeve and left the bedroom for the shower.

After she cleaned up, ate breakfast and left her abode, she went to the location Nick mentioned the previous night. Upon arrival, there was an impressive line of persons waiting outside the two-storey green building, and she walked past their malevolent stares.

Jeez, I’m not cutting in line. Take it easy.

A medium-height, broad-shouldered man by the door wearing a black wool cap put his hand out and calmly said, “Sorry, ma’am. Everyone has to get in line to be served. Wouldn’t be fair to those who’ve been waiting.”

Lexi put up her hands. “Oh, trust me; I understand. Someone sent me here and said to ask for O?”

The man ushered her inside, and there was a long serving table with smiling volunteers making friendly conversation with the less fortunate and serving them Christmas breakfast. The man went to the silver-haired woman at the very end of the table and whispered into her ear. She looked at Lexi, back at him and then nodded and beckoned her surprise guest.

“Hello there,” the woman said. “Everyone calls me ‘O’. Always glad to have more volunteers, but before you start, could you tell me who recommended you?”

“Nick sent me.”

O’s smile depreciated slightly but then resumed. “Oh, I see. Ever served food in this type of setting before?”

“I did it as a teenager one summer with my mom, but other than that, I’m out of practice.”

“Okay, well, let me fetch you an apron. You can relieve my son since he wasn’t supposed to be serving anyway. He was supposed to be bringing those who live too far out to walk.” She leaned into Lexi’s ear and whispered, “We gave the keys to another guy to handle, but between you and me, he drives like somebody’s grandma. By the time he collects everyone, we’ll be preparing dinner.”

Lexi covered her mouth and snickered, whereas O held her guest’s shoulder and giggled.

They walked over to one of the male servers, and O said, “Son, this young lady’ll be taking over for you. You can handle deliveries when slowpoke gets back.”

A tall, well-built young man whose facial features bore a striking resemblance to her most recently ended affair turned, smiled and said with a deep voice, “Hi.”

Lexi stared for almost longer than was appropriate and responded, “Hi.”

O stared back and forth between them, dipped her head, shook it and said, “I’ll leave you two to get more acquainted. Give her a quick do’s and don’ts before you go okay, son?”

The young man continued staring at Lexi and said, “I will.”

“I promise I’m a quick learner,” Lexi said with a lip bite that should have been concealed.

That Christmas day would not only be the first she enjoyed in over ten years, but it began a streak of Christmases to follow that she would forever cherish.