“Sonia, if Rupert could stop groping you for a while, we’re meant to be planning our houseparty, which is only a week away!”

Lucy gave them a sassy eyebrow raise, throwing a pointed stare at Rupert’s hand on Sonia’s midriff.

“And you two!” She glared at Sonia’s hand, high on Tom’s thigh, on the other end of the same large sofa.

Sitting opposite them in her armchair, Lucy playfully called out her drunk, horny housemates. Two bottles of wine had finally broken through their last reserves of resistance. The chemistry between the five of them had clearly been bubbling away since they moved in almost two months ago. Weeks of flirting and playing were taking their toll.

“When did you turn into Mother Superior, Lucy? Not like you,” Rupert chimed in.

Lucy simply smiled a filthy grin.

“No, true! But this whole Christmas party idea is clearly turning you all into horny idiots. I’d like to get the theme decided before you’re all dry-humping and no use.”

“Okay, Luce.” They all sat forward on the edge of the massive sofa, starting fresh glasses of wine.

“More ideas please. Alliterated, sexy and fun. Go!” Lucy pretended to fire a starter’s pistol.

“Christmas Cock-Sucking.” Tom made his first suggestion, to eyerolls and a round of laughs.

“Winter one-night stands,” Rupert offered.

“Winter Wanking, more likely,” Lucy jibed, warmly.

“I bet you’d love a Yuletide Yank!” Clara teased, already back to stroking his thigh and heading north.

“We could dress up!” Sonia took the bait too. “I’ll be Christmas Eve. Lucy, you’re Mary Christmas. And Clara, you’re Christmas Carol. Or Holly. Holly Go-nightly!”

“Ooh, and everyone gives you your Christmas Cunnilingus.” Rupert’s hand was no longer in Sonia’s pyjama top, and now it crudely gripped her very upper thigh. Her legs willingly parted for him, very keen on his idea.

“Well, dressing up obviously. And those ideas are alliterated at least.” Lucy nodded.

“Um… Naughty Nativity?” Sonia’s idea got everyone’s attention.

“Like, a sexy play? Spot the drama student, Sonia.” Lucy was on the edge of her chair now, opposite the two couples. It was clear this was turning everyone on.

“Good luck finding a virgin round here though!” Tom chuckled.

“Or finding any wise men,” Clara quipped.

“Three wide-spread-women, then?” came the reply from Rupert, who with a hand on Clara’s and Sonia’s knee, parted their thighs further, to drunken whoops of laughter.

“Nice and simple then. Festive Fellatio,” Tom offered.

“Someone really wants his cock sucked!” Clara’s line got a big laugh, while all three girls dampened, considering giving him just what he wanted.

“What about a Tinsel Tits party?” Sonia yelled, bouncing, sticking her chest out.

Laughing hard, Lucy grabbed a few lengths of tinsel from the tree and threw them to the girls.  She came in close, kneeling in front of the sofa. “Come here then, Sonia.” Everyone quickly joined in as they wrapped tinsel around her, and playfully groped and squeezed her breasts as they tried to circle and frame them.

Impishly giggling, they all made room for Lucy, who settled onto Sonia’s lap, facing her as she made a performance of peeling the tinsel off her.

“You could be Santa’s Randy Reindeers,” Rupert said to the girls. “Stick a pair of antlers on you, people would ride you all night long.” Childish as it was, it was working. The whole group was melting, hot and hard, their hands roaming all over each other now.

“Holiday Handjobs then?” Tom tried again. Clara already had her hand in his pyjama bottoms, and she wiggled her eyebrows at Lucy as she gave it a few obvious pumps with her fist. Sonia gave Rupert’s cock a good stroke too.

With her four friends all in reach, Lucy couldn’t quite decide what to do with her hands.

“Christmas Cuckolding?” Rupert chimed in, stroking a teasing hand up Lucy’s arm, and deliberately stroking the side of her breast.

“What, where you sit out and watch everyone else fuck?” Sonia teased him, hooking one of her thighs over his. “Doubt you’ve thought that through,” she added, her eyes burning into his, before sliding his one hand over her pussy and his other over Lucy’s tit.

“God’s Birthday Gang-Bang?” Clara had a sexy lilt to her voice now.

“Christmas isn’t exactly God’s birthday. But I like your thinking,” Lucy purred as she cupped Clara’s face, and leaned in.

And then suddenly she leapt up. “Got it, seriously! Festive Flashing!” Lucy exclaimed.

“Eh? How?” They all looked at her, waiting for the explanation.

“Let me show you. Clara, stand up.” She looked reluctant. “Just a moment, you’ll love this.”

Clara stood in front of the sofa, and Lucy whispered in her ear. She smiled her enthusiastic approval.

Reaching the light switch, Lucy plunged the room into darkness.

“Five. Four. Three. Two. One.” Then she flashed the light again. It was a tiny burst, just long enough to register that Clara had pulled her top up and was flashing her tits. The darkness fell again almost instantly.

They all gasped, understanding the beauty of the idea right away.

“Clara, come here. Now, go again,” Lucy commanded. The lights were out again, and Lucy was deliberately giving her no thinking time. “Readyyy…”

The lights flashed again, just long enough to barely take in the scene, with Clara’s top raised again, and Lucy sucking on her breast, palming the other. Neither girl noticed Sonia’s hands clutching both guy’s cocks.

“See? Have all the fun you want, and occasionally get flashed!” Lucy was practically purring now, she was getting so aroused.

“Last one. My turn.” She plunged the room into darkness again. “Ready?”

When the lights flashed on again, Lucy was completely naked, legs parted and the fingers of one hand inside herself. The darkness returned, leaving everyone with that mental picture. When the lights came up again, Lucy was still naked.

“Time for some Festive Fucking!” she called as she leapt onto the sofa with them all.