EPILOGUE: Every day is Christmas******** SHANE ******** Luckily, my boss's insurance covered the tree that fell through the cabin wall. A part of me was worried that he'd somehow blame me for the damage, but the opposite turned out to be true: "Can you im...
The Season of Sharing ******** RIA ******** Shane and Tracy moaned through the paper-thin walls of the cabin, their urgent thrusts building to a fever pitch in the other room: "I'm so close!" Tracy wailed. "Me too!" my husband roared. "Sheesh, listen to t...
RIA ******** “What do you think they’re talking about in there?” I asked. Shane didn’t even hear me. He was sitting on the bed, staring off into space. Still naked from his recent shower with Tracy. I paced around the bedroom like an anxious kitten, unco...
******** SHANE ******** “You like what you see, Tracy?” Ria teased, giving my exposed cock an extra little squeeze for emphasis. Caught, Tracy blushed and glanced awkwardly over at Connor, but he just smiled. “Hey, go ahead and look. I know I’m enjoying t...
******** RIA ******** When I was a teenager, I spent practically every other night sleeping over at my friend Lois’s house. We’d stay up as late as we could, usually just gossiping about boys and rocking out to terrible pop songs. But sometimes? Sometimes...
********SHANE********I could swear I heard kissing coming from the other bedroom—but it must have been my imagination, right? I rolled over and tried to sleep, willing my stubborn erection to go away so I could get some rest. Maybe if I just rubbed one ou...
******** SHANE ******** “Say my name,” she cooed, teasingly lowering her fingers to spread apart the slick, wet lips of her cunt. No man could resist an invitation like that. With my painfully erect cock leading the way, I crawled across the bed, mounted...
RIA I was having a hard time concentrating on the festivities. Right about now, Tracy was no doubt shaking her great big boobs at my future husband. Or maybe straddling his lap and grinding the life out of him to some trashy song. I could only imagine how...
******** SHANE ******** After that Christmas Eve, everything changed for the four of us. Connor, Tracy, Ria and I became inseparable; “The Double Date That Didn’t End,” we liked to joke. Each of us still had our own friends and our own lives outside of on...
******** SHANE ******** Most of my coworkers spent the day grumbling about the fact that they all had to come into the office on Christmas Eve. Everyone was so distracted by thoughts of hearty family dinners, mysterious pretty boxes, and little pine trees...
Nobody bothered to get dressed as we all sat down around the coffee table to finally get a taste of that long-promised dessert. The cake wasn’t anything fancy—lemon sponge cake with buttercream frosting—but Claire was an excellent baker and whatever secre...
For the record, I am not a morning person. Never have been. For me, the challenge of overcoming the inertia of my groggy sleep state conjurs mental images of Houdini, breaking free of a straight jacket and fifty iron chains while under twenty feet of wate...
When the sun came up, Claire shook me awake and curtly informed me that it was time I got the hell out of their apartment. I stumbled around my new apartment complex—still in my underwear—until I finally tracked down the building manager and got him to op...
If you didn’t know her, your first impression of Sonya would be that she’d descended from a long and particularly prestigious line of varsity cheerleaders. Tanned, blonde, and sporty—she struck that perfect balance between fit and curvy. But she didn’t ge...
I turned twenty nine on the same day as my ten year high school reunion. Fit, confident, and still pretty good at math; financially successful and madly in love with my beautiful wife. With the big three-oh looming on the horizon, we were even finally sta...
