“How do I look?” Jen leaned in and my heart skipped. Even bloodshot, her green eyes made my knees tremble. She brought her cigarette to her mouth and sucked in the flame of my match. The tobacco burned and the paper turned black as her bobbed, raven hair.

I shivered as a wintry gust extinguished the match. “Good,” I responded before thinking. It was the truth though, I had been infatuated with her since she became best friends with my big sister.

“Ha! Liar. My mascaras run, I’ve been crying for an hour, my hair’s a tangled mess.” She sniffed. Her pale cheeks and the tip of her nose were turning bright red in the subzero temperatures. “I look trashy as shit.”

Trashy always looked good on her. She drank. She cut class. She shoplifted. She fucked. I loved how wild she was. “Jen, you’re sexy as hell.”

“Apparently not sexier than your sister,” she eluded to whatever drama had caused the mutual animosity they brought back from the party.

“That’s bullshit. I’m freezing my ass off but I happily followed you into a tundra because watching you smoke is hot.” I was hoping to cheer her up but revealed the fetish she incidentally cultivated instead.

“Ha! Fucking perv!” She giggled. Then with a purposefully slow drag, she opened her smudged red lips and let the smoke slowly escape. “C’mere.”

Jen pulled me in close and wrapped my long coat around herself. The scent of her hair made me rock hard. Cheap beer, bad tobacco, the familiar saccharine fruity perfume mixed with hairspray. Her skinny ass bounced against my erection too many times to be an accident. She sucked down her coffin nail in sensual silence with a covetous gaze normally reserved for something she intended to steal.

“Answer me honestly.” Jen stepped away and flicked away the spent butt. “Do you think of me when you beat off?”

“Yes.” I had answered with such immediate confidence it startled us both.

She laughed and looked around. “Bad boy! Don’t you have a girlfriend now?”

I swallowed, “I do.”

“If I offered to fuck you here, you would do it anyway?”

My desperate eyes provided her answer.

She seemed pleased. “Well, obviously I’m not that drunk.” Unzipping her jacket, she revealed her slutty white midriff. “But I’m feeling generous. Call it your Christmas gift… I’ll let you cum in front of me.”

The winds had died down and the world seemed perfectly still, except for the cycling colors of the neighbors Christmas lights illuminating Jen’s playful smile as she lit her next cigarette.

“Here, let me help,” she muttered through the smoke that poured from her lips. Then she lifted her shirt, showing me her small, perky tits. “Fuck me! Cold! You have till I’m done smoking this thing.” I stared at her in disbelief as she blew a gray cloud in my direction. “Well, get going.”

Staring at the goosebumps rising on her small little handfuls, it felt unreal. My hands shook, both from the cold and the excitement and it took an embarrassing effort to release my cock. Not even the arctic winds could make my erection subside.

“Nice. Has your girlfriend seen that thing yet?” She shivered and her dark nipples grew small and hard.

I shook my head as I stroked my cock, the leaking cum providing all the lubrication I needed. “No, she said we should…”

“Don’t fuckin’ care what she said.” She squeezed her tits with her free hand, and I fought the urge to cum immediately. She watched me handle my cock. “Why don’t you go faster?”

“It’ll be over,” I said truthfully. She wasn’t even halfway done with her cigarette.

“Oh, I make you that horny?” Jen savored the flavor of the cheap tobacco and my lustful obsession. “Do you fantasize about me sucking it?”

I moaned, gripping my cock and holding still. I was desperate to go a little longer.

“Ha! Never mind, that’s obvious.” She huddled against the wall to hide from the winds. “So when you think of fucking me, what are we doing?”

I slowly began to run my hand down my shaft again. “Lots of stuff, but mostly cowgirl.”

“Oooo! Good choice.” She stood back up and took a step toward me. Then she hopped, her perky breasts jiggled. “I love bouncing on a cock.”

I could feel myself losing control. My hand barely moved and the frigid winds did nothing to stop the inevitable.

“Go ahead, cum.” She bounced twice more, finishing me with her sultry low moan.

“Fuck!” My cock swelled and burst in my hand, steamy hot ropes of cum spewed out onto the wall behind her, then to my humiliation onto the thigh of her jeans, and finally pumping out into a puddle under my feet.

“Heh, what a messy boy you are.”

I was shaking, “I’m so sorry about your jeans. I…” I started to tuck away my shaking cock.

“Hey, you aren’t done until I finished my smoke.” She took her time, beaming proudly as I leaked out into the snow. Both of us shivering.

Then she got close and knelt on one knee. She looked up and brought the cigarette to her lips. I grew nervous as she leaned sadistically close, the tip of my cock almost touching the glowing ember dangling from her sinful mouth.

“Merry Christmas.” She took one last long drag, her emerald eyes almost seemed to glow. She held it in her lungs and extinguished her cigarette in my cum puddle with a brief hiss. Then she opened her mouth and blew the smoke out onto my dick.

Her hot breath.

Those eyes.

I couldn’t help it. My dick spasmed one last time and to my horror, a strand of cum shot into her hair. “Oh god!”

She howled in laughter. Getting back to her feet, she pulled her shirt back down over her tits. “Honestly, that was my fault. Let’s head back. I need a shower.”