Sophia Lyceum, Switzerland

Christmas Eve

Collin

I was mentally prepared that I was going to spend the holidays at school. I was here on a scholarship and my parents just couldn’t afford to fly me back to our small Russian village, especially with the prices of the tickets at this time of the year.

 I was, however, pleasantly surprised to find out that Collin, one of the boys in our extended group of friends, was also staying. The son of a British diplomat and an American entrepreneur, he usually lingered in the periphery. Brooding and closed in himself, Collin rarely spoke. He was aware of me, though, of that I was sure. I had caught him staring a few times, snickering at a sarcastic reply I had to the teasing of the snobbish part of our classmates. I was almost sure he was the one, who treated me to a nice piece of cheesecake, the last time the group visited one of the luxurious cafes my friends leaned towards. I had a small allowance, but absolutely not enough to keep up with their lifestyle, so I joined them rarely and played my favorite game: “Find the cheapest thing on the menu and order it.” Sometimes it was an espresso, other times – a bottle of mineral water.  This particular time the winner was herbal tea. Collin was right behind me in line and not even five minutes after we sat down, one of the waiters came with the complimentary piece of cake, declaring it was their hundredth the months or something. It just wasn’t the type of establishment to give away food like that.

Party

All five of us, the castaways that were not going home for Christmas, were invited to the dean’s house for a Christmas Eve dinner. I had borrowed a red dress from one of my friends and was planning to use a pair of shoes I had inherited from my older sister. With the minimal make-up I used, all I had to do was curl my long blond hair and all in all Cinderella was ready to go to prom.

“Zip your coat up! It is freezing outside.” I heard Collin’s voice instructing me, while we were crossing the campus to reach the old building, housing the dean and his family.

I kept walking.

“Anya! Zip that coat, can’t you hear me?” He caught up with me.

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? You surely know how to zip a coat. I have heard you reciting Shakespeare at class, how hard could this be?” He grabbed me by the lapels and I froze at the proximity.

“I can’t zip it, OK? It is too small; it just doesn’t fit me anymore!”

To hell with those rich boys and their cashmere coats that fit.

“Here,” He took his scarf off and wrapped it around my neck, then slid his hands around my waist to cover me with it as much as possible. I almost jumped at the unexpected contact, but couldn’t resist leaning my head down and breathing his hair in, while he was busying equipping me for the ten-minute trip, like it was going to take hours. He smelled like mint, detergent and something that I could only identify as “boy.”

The party at the dean’s house was full of people we didn’t know. I soon found myself wandering from room to room, taking in the beautiful paintings and sculptures that decorated it. A woman was playing the violin from a neighboring room and the whole atmosphere was so surreal, that it looked like one of those fake celebrations you see in the movies.

“Is your father still doing business with those Canadians? You should tell him to call my James, he is sure to help him. You can come along, too. My granddaughter is very pretty, you know.” I almost laughed at the scene I found in the corner. A tiny, well-manicured lady was holding a very stoic Collin by the sleeve, while widely gesticulating with the other hand.

“Excuse me!” I interrupted the ode de granddaughter – “I am sorry to interrupt, but Collin here had promised me a dance and I am afraid I will have to borrow him for a while.”

“Can’t keep a lady waiting!” He was quick to jump at the chance to escape, hooked an arm around my waist and led me away.

“Thank you for this! I don’t think I could take any more matchmaking.”

“The girl is what you should be after, though. One day you will indeed inherit your parent’s money and she is one of your people.”

“That’s what I am afraid of…” He sighed and his eyes darkened.

Not wanting to ruin the evening, I rested my hands around his neck and offered: “Let’s pretend you are one of my people tonight, then.”

“What do your people do at parties?”

“The same – dance and have fun, just not on the same budget” I replied.

“Do they kiss?” Collin teased.

“Yes, but they never ask for permission in advance,” I fired back and pressed my lips to his in a quick peck.

“Like that?” He leaned back in to kiss me properly, when Mr. Brooks - our house keeper and chaperon – cleared his throat right behind us and noted that it is close to midnight, so we had to head back to the dormitories.

Collin’s scarf was tucked inside the sleeve of my coat and without commenting on it, I just wrapped it around myself and we left.

Christmas morning

I wasn’t expecting any gifts today, but some of our friends had left presents for Collin and I also had one of the Christmas cards I painted myself to give to Mr. Brooks. So after stopping by his room on the first floor and presenting him with my clumsy attempt at art – the picture showed him, standing in front of the Christmas tree we had in the common room, surrounded by kids, holding “Thank you for taking care of us!” signs – I headed to the last floor, where the rooms of the senior boys were. I found Collin still in his pajamas, frowning at an expensive looking sweater.

“Hey! Merry Christmas!” I greeted. “Did the sweater eat your breakfast or something?”

“It is from my mom. She gets her secretary to get me my presents, so I end up with a cashmere sweater every year. I am sure mom doesn’t even know what her own present was…”

“It is still a very nice sweater” I pointed out, taking it from his hands and spreading it over his chest. “It highlights the golden specks in your eyes.”

He placed his hands over mine and held my gaze. My fingers were cold and I tried to free myself, but he squeezed even tighter and murmured a discouragement. The sweater fell at our feet, when he leaned his head down and kissed my knuckles, but this time I didn’t try to move.

“You smell like roses, you know?” Collin said, while opening my fists over his palms. His nose glided over my palm and I gasped when he took my pinky in his mouth and lightly nibbled. His tongue glided over the same place immediately afterwards, soothing the sting.

“And you smell like a boy, but in a good way,” I teased and palmed his face, bringing it to mine. Prolonging the pleasure of tasting his kiss in a way I couldn’t last night, I placed a small peck on the left corner of his mouth, then on the right. Collin’s lips were just beginning to curve into a small smile, anticipating me to kiss him straight on the mouth, when I ran my tongue over his bottom lip and then sank my teeth in it.

We became all lips and moans afterwards. Exploring and teasing, grabbing and igniting. Undressing.
I was acutely aware what I had underneath the school sweatshirt, however. Underwear that was worn down and faded, embarrassing and most definitely not chosen by mom’s secretary.

“Don’t look down, look at me, please!” Collin urged and pulled the pajamas top over his head. “See this scar here? I got it, when my mom’s second husband decided to discipline me. We all have our uglies, Anya. What matters is that yours are not on the inside.”

“OK…” I whispered and stepped out of my jeans, then reached behind me to unclasp my bra. He had barely touched me and my nipples were already begging for his attention. I cradled my tits and offered myself to him. He got on his knees and leveling his head with me, took one nipple in his mouth, while circling the other with his finger oh so slowly. I was trying to reach as much of him as possible with my hands but this position prevented me from doing so.

“I want to touch you, too!” I complained and he rose back to trail kisses down my neck. Finally having more access, I dragged a finger over one nipple, then the other and when I heard his breath hiss in my ear I slid my hand inside his pajama bottoms and boxer briefs. He was warm and alive, somehow cotton smooth skin covered hard steel and when I cupped his head, I could already feel the pre-cum on the top.

Keeping one of my hands firmly on his cock, I moved the other one to his behind and squeezed. “I have always wanted to do that,” I smiled, while he grew bigger in my grip.

“Turn around and grab the chair for support,” he whispered in my ear and as a good girl, I did what I was told. I could hear him freeing himself from his pants and underwear and was sure he would enter me then and there. I was ready, more than ready for him and I knew he could tell that by the glistening between my legs. He didn’t, though. I could feel him lean over me, his lips tracing a trail down my spine, while his hand mimicked the movement between my breasts. The pace was slow, painfully so and made the hairs on my body stand. The feathery touch so much less than what I needed, yet driving me crazy with its slow descent. When his lips reached my lower back, I could feel him pulling my panties to the side and his tongue first gently nuzzled my ass, and then slightly dipped in.

I cried at out the unexpected pleasure.

“Shhhh, now. We don’t want old Mr. Brooks coming to check what's going on, don’t we?” he said and gently put his hand on my mouth. The other hand found my clit and rolled, while two fingers slid effortlessly inside. The roughness of his knuckles, combined with the gentle, yet relentless teasing of my clit made my back arch. It was so intense, that I bit the inside of the hand, covering my mouth.

“Fuck” he hissed. “I love the way you respond to me.” Both of his hands found my breasts, while he leaned down and flattened his tongue over my folds. I was sure I was leaking all over his face, but I was too far gone to care. I took one of my hands off the chair and put it between my legs, teasing my clit, while he was penetrating me with his tongue in shallow, quick thrusts. When his hands rolled my nipples, I just couldn’t hold it anymore. The wave of pleasure washed over me, taking me over the edge. My knees weakened and I wasn’t even seeing straight, but I could feel him support me with a hand under my belly and entering me, while I was still coming.

“You are so tight, God!” He was balls deep and I was still spasming, riding the last of my orgasm. I could feel his hands grabbing my waist for support as he began to really move – first, sinking all the way in, then almost retrieving to the tip. Nearly down from one high, I was already working towards another. Using the back of the chair for leverage, I started meeting his thrusts, increasing the friction. I could feel him swelling more and more inside of me, the slapping sounds and our stifled moans the only sounds in the room.

Feeling he was close, I lifted one of my legs up on the chair, allowing him to sink in even deeper. His balls were slamming against me and when I felt the tip of his finger slightly teasing my butthole, I thought I could actually come, for the first time in my life, without any stimulation of my clit.

It was not going to happen, though. I felt him pulling out completely and the emptiness was almost unbearable.

“What’s wrong?” I searched his eyes with mine; finding him pumping his cock, while reaching for my pussy with the other hand.

“No condom…”

Ok, then.

I turned around and kneeled in front of him, not losing eye contact for a second. Taking his hands off his penis, I ran my hand along the length, feeling exactly how wet I had been just a second ago.

“You don’t have to…Oh my god!” He couldn’t finish the sentence, throwing his head back in pleasure, when I took as much of him as I could in my mouth and sucked gently. My hand found his balls, squeezing lightly and he grew even thicker in my mouth. I knew he was close, so I increased the tempo, following the rhythm his fingers, buried in my hair, dictated.

“Anya!” Collin tried to push me away. “I am going to come and if you continue sucking me off like that, I will do it in your sweet little mouth.”

Yeah.

I took him in my mouth again and licked across the head. It didn’t take long until he was coming in long spurts, cursing and shaking. Swallowing the last of what he had, I licked across my lips, raised my eyes to him and said: “Merry fucking Christmas, Collin!”

“Let’s clean you up” he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He turned the water on but instead of jumping in, he kneeled in front of me and lifted one of my legs on the bathtub edge.

“No, Collin! I am all dirty, let me at least take a shower first!”

“There is absolutely nothing dirty about your tight little pussy. Nothing! I love it that you smell like me, like us.”

Then he leaned in and took my clit in his mouth. Buring my hands in his lavish black hair, I moaned and pushed him to me. Yeah. Merry fucking Christmas!