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Underneath the Tree
🕑 Added 2023-12-23 12:33:04 +0000 UTCA little Christmas gift to everybody visiting my page. If there is any interest I might continue the story of Ian, Michelle and Mike, but for now this is a standalone.
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I opened the front door to some kind of mellow piano cover of Christmas songs. It didn’t help with my mood, a single piano doesn’t make All I Want for Christmas any more interesting. Especially if it is the twentieth time that you heard the song that day. I dropped my bag in the hallway, took off my shoes and gathered some energy to walk into the living room. I’d had a long day. Where most companies give Christmas Eve off, mine had just expected us all to come in to work. Not that we were able to do much work. All our suppliers were closed for the holidays, and so were customers. It was just a team of ten people that was expected to stay in the office, sitting around. Even if it doesn’t sound particularly tiring, I always got more energy from busy days than from days lazing around. Getting your umpteenth cup of coffee, listen to all the holiday plans my colleagues had and having to explain that no, I wouldn’t be visiting my family, and no, no plans for New Year's Eve either. Some colleagues had looked at me with pity. But actually, I didn’t really mind. I quite looked forward to having the apartment all to myself. The days when I had the place to myself had become sparse. Not that I minded living with a roommate, most of the time having some company was quite nice. And having someone pay half the rent also didn’t hurt. Still, I had looked forward to getting home, opening up a few beers and some whisky and drunkenly fall asleep. Then Christmas morning I could just wake up in my boxers and spend the day gaming in the living room. But hearing Christmas music meant that Mike was home. And if Mike was here, so was Michelle.
Michelle was the first to notice me as I opened up the door to the living room. She came over to me to give me a hug. She’d always been very touchy. Not that I minded. Michelle was beautiful. Athletic, blonde, great ass. And to make it worse, she also was nice and funny. The only bad thing about Michelle was that she had a relationship with my roommate. She pulled me closer and I hugged her back, one hand between her shoulder blades, one on her lower back. I smelled the coconutty smell of her shampoo.
“Hey Ian, guess what? You don’t have to be alone for Christmas,” she said as she broke the hug, “Mike and I will be staying here instead.”
I was a little perplexed. “I thought you had plans.”
“Yeah, we did. But my family cancelled.” I heard Mike say. I could just see his brown hair peek over the couch. “Michelle’s family isn’t home tomorrow, we’ll be going there for Boxing Day”
“So now we’re keeping you company this Christmas, isn’t that nice,” Michelle added.
I didn’t know if it was nice, I had rather looked forward to having the house to myself. I guess my face gave something away, because Michelle started saying, “Or did you have plans? I thought you said your family was away for the holidays. We can go away or something. Maybe hide in Mike’s room?”
“No, no, no, no plans,” I hurried to reassure her, “I’m happy the two of you are here.”
She smiled at me, and for a moment it was like the room lit up. Okay, that was a little exaggerated. Her happy smile did cause some flutters in my stomach though. It might not have been a full kaleidoscope of butterflies, but it surely felt like a few stragglers. Ever since Mike had brought the blonde home, I had a crush on her. We always were easy around each other. Happy to just talk, even when Mike wasn’t around. We had the same kind of humour, liked the same films. She wasn’t into gaming, but on the sporadic occasion that I was able to play something on the big screen in the living room, she happily kept me company. I’d never make a move, Mike was a friend. And who am I kidding? If Michelle had been single, I would have been way too much of a pussy to approach such a beautiful woman.
“Come join us, we ordered pizza.” The voice from the couch sounded. Mike lay sprawled on the couch, but to his credit, he made an attempt to sit upright when I joined him. The screen was showing a YouTube clip of a fireplace. It seemed like the piano covers accompanied the fake fire. Together with the plastic Christmas tree that we had set up in the corner of the living room, it actually gave off a nice Christmas vibe.
“Honey? Can you grab us some beers?” Mike called out, just as I was about to sit down. I moved to stand up, but I saw that Michelle was heading towards the kitchen. She shrugged and gave me a smile, thankful that I at least had tried to be courteous. Michelle came back, holding two beers and a cider. She draped herself next to Mike’s a little less sprawled form. He put a hand around her and she nestled in.
“Ooh, Ian, we haven’t told you our Christmas Eve plan yet!” Michelle seemed to be excited.
“There’s plans?” I asked. Half to tease her, half because I was actually curious.
“Of course there’s a plan. After dinner, we all will get dressed in our pyjama’s and we will watch Christmas movies.”
“And get drunk on mulled wine.” Mike added.
“You’re gonna join us, right?” Michelle looked at me, her big eyes looked way too innocent. I was planning to leave them to their devices after dinner and spend the evening in my room, but how could I say no to those big blue eyes?
“Sure!” I said with more enthusiasm than I felt.
“Then you can pick the first movie!”
Now I also had to pick a movie. I didn’t really know that many Christmas movies. The first movie that came to mind was Die Hard. But even though it took place during Christmas, I couldn’t defend it as a real Christmas movie. “How long do I have to pick a movie?”
“Until the pizza’s arrive.” Mike answered.
Quickly I checked IMDB on my phone, there had to be a list of Christmas movies, right? I selected The Nightmare before Christmas. Still not really a sappy Christmas movie, but fun and quirky enough to hold my attention.
“I was sure you were gonna pick Die Hard.” Mike remarked.
“Happy to surprise you. I’ll pick that for the next one.”
“Nope!” Michelle called, “Next pick is Mike’s, and then it’s my turn. And after that, it’s time for your stupid Bruce Willis movie.”
“You take that back, Bruce Willis isn’t stupid.” I said with fake anger.
“You sure? He almost loses his wife to the office sleazebag.”
“But he gets her back.”
“Barely. It’s not even a real Christmas movie. The backdrop is Christmas, it could just as well have been an action flick set in summer.”
“True. Still, it’s one of the best action films ever.”
“Not a Christmas movie.”
“We’ll see.”
Mike watched our bickering with an amused smile. He was used to it. I didn’t know about Michelle, but I enjoyed our bickering. Neither of us were serious, and for some reason, it almost always ended up with Michelle being right. But maybe that was just me being a pushover. Just before we could devolve into very intelligent “Juhuh” and “Nuhuh” arguments, the doorbell rang. Interrupting our fake argument.
One of the few rules that we make no exception to in our apartment was that we don’t eat greasy food on the couch. The couch had been quite expensive, and we wanted to keep it at least a little presentable. So, almost like real adults, we ate our pizza’s at the dining room table. Mike and I finished our beers. Mike immediately grabbed another one. I declined. I had one more idea to get out of this evening of watching Mike and Michelle cuddle on the couch to a background of Christmas movies. After dinner, Michelle enthusiastically jumped up. “Time for Pyjamas!”
“Ehm, small problem,” I said, “I don’t have a Pyjama.”
“So what do you normally wear to bed?” Michelle asked innocently. Did I see a naughty glimmer in her eye?
“Boxers, a shirt if I’m cold.”
“Oh, so wear that!” She replied half jokingly.
“Yeah, and just put on some sweatpants or something.” Mike added.
Whelp, there went my plan. The three of us headed to our rooms. I could hear Michelle giggle as Mike picked her up and carried her to his room. I picked out a shirt, put a hoodie over it, put on a pair of sweatpants. To me this outfit looked more like I was about to rob a convenience store, but whatever.
I was the first one back in the living room. Mike and Michelle understandingly taking their time. I was about to sit down on the couch when I saw the bottle of mulled wine on the counter. While the two lovebirds were busy, I could at least make myself useful. I put the pan on the stove, and took out my phone to scroll through social media. Even on my phone there was no escaping Christmas, it seemed.
“I still think you should just wear your boxers and a shirt.” Michelle’s voice sounded behind me.
A blush started to creep up my face. Whenever I least expected it, Michelle came out with flirty remarks. Always when Mike couldn’t hear it. And as was par for the course, I was caught without a response. I turned around to look at Michelle. I almost audibly swallowed. I knew Michelle was hot, but sometimes she still surprised me. This was one of those times. She had her blonde hair up in a ponytail. Her pyjama’s consisted of a pair of shorts that just covered her ass and a singlet that left her arms naked. To cover it up she wore a wispy vest kind of thing.
She caught me staring. “Well Ian, as you can see, you’re way overdressed.”
“Okay, maybe I can lose the vest,” I said as I shrugged off the offending piece of clothing.
“That’s better,” Emily said as she stepped up next to me, “How’s the wine doing?”
Oh shit, the wine. I had totally forgotten the wine to be honest. I saw the first bubbles forming, I stirred the pan once more while Michelle reached past me to shut off the gas. Suddenly I was very aware of how close to me she was standing. Her arm brushed my abdomen.
“I think it’s done. You want a mug?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
She stepped behind me, and before I knew it, she hugged me.
“What was that for?” I asked while I was still being grappled by my roommate’s girlfriend.
“Dunno, I just felt like it. To thank you for agreeing to watch stupid Christmas movies with me, I guess.”
“Don’t you mean with us?”
“Yeah, but Mike will probably fall asleep halfway through. You know how he is.”
I knew how he was. Mike was a great guy, but let him sit still for more than an hour and he dozed off. Movies, series, roadtrips, it didn’t matter, the guy could fall asleep everywhere. I became aware that Michelle was still hugging me. I felt her soft breasts in my back as she laid her head on my shoulder. Clumsily, I tried to remove her. If I was to pour the mulled wine, I needed some room to move.
“You know, you can still ditch the pants,” she breathed in my ear, her hands moving down to the edge of my trousers, hooking her thumbs beneath the elastic, pulling them down a little. Then she stepped back.
“Hey Mike, Ian was just about to pour the wine, you want some?”
“Sure,” my roommate said. Compared to Michelle he was wearing what I was expecting when you say pyjamas, soft pants, a shirt with sleeves reaching to his wrists. It even had a green with red Christmas pattern. The only thing missing was a sleeping cap.
I poured us three mugs of the warm alcoholic beverage and we nestled in to watch the first movie. As I was about to grab a chair from the dining room, Michelle patted next to her on the couch. “Sit down, there’s more than enough room over here.”
So, we settled in. Mike and me both on opposite sites of the couch, and Michelle in between us, nestled against her boyfriend. The Nightmare Before Christmas is a great movie, it has catchy songs, an interesting story and creepy Tim Burton visuals. After a while I actually started to enjoy the movie.
“Aren’t you getting cold?” Michelle asked me. Mike and her were sharing a blanket, while I was left in my own corner of the couch. “Here, we can share.”
The blonde spread out the blanket to cover me too. I actually was getting a little chilly in my sweatpants and shirt. So I was glad to have some warmth. As she spread out the blanket, she also adjusted the way she was sitting. She sat with her back to Mike, laying her head on his shoulder. She stretched her legs out until her feet rested in my lap. I looked at her. She shot me a look that said, ‘you don’t mind, do you?’ I guess I didn’t mind. For a while we just kept watching the movie. I tried to ignore Michelle’s dainty feet in my lap. But I guess whenever something presents itself, I automatically start petting. Whether it was one of my exes, curled up next to me like Michelle was next to mike, or it was a pet like a dog or a cat, my hands would almost subconsciously start petting. So without any real thought behind it, I started caressing Michelle’s feet. Massaging her soles and instep, caressing up to her calves, and down to her toes. My eyes still fixed on the adventures of Jack Skellington.
The movie ended, and Mike moved to get up, “Is there any more of that wine?”
“I think you’ll need to warm it up again, but there’s still some in the pan.”
“Sounds like a lot of trouble. You want a beer?” My roommate said as he walked to the fridge.
“Why did you stop?” Michelle asked me.
“Stop what?”
“Massaging my feet.”
“Oh, sorry, that wasn’t on purpose. I just need something to keep my hands busy.”
“I liked it. Please continue.”
“But what about…?” I nodded my head towards Mike in the kitchen.
“He never notices anything. And after all, it’s him who gets to take me to bed.”
Mike came back, put a beer in front of me and started the movie he had picked out, Home Alone. Michelle once again nestled in with her back to Mike and her feet in my lap. I tried to ignore them. Not willing to risk anything, even though Michelle had liked it. It seemed like Michelle wasn’t okay with that. After a while of me not giving her the attention she wanted, she started to shift her feet. Slowly stroking my upper legs with her feet, inching upwards towards my crotch. I put my hand under the blanket to push her feet away. But as soon as I stopped pushing, she was back. The second time she actually was even more bold, her feet reaching my crotch, softly touching my sack. I can’t say she didn’t have any influence, I felt my dick getting hard. I looked over at her, She looked at me with a wicked grin on her face. Her hand made a massaging motion. I just shook my head and tried to focus on the movie. Once again her feet returned. Up to my balls, actually stroking along my rapidly hardening cock. I glanced at Michelle. She looked at me with a look of pleasant surprise. Her mouth opened in a surprised O. She kept stroking my cock with her foot. I looked over at Mike, but it seemed like he was actually engrossed in the movie, not paying attention to his girlfriend playing footsie on the other side of the couch. Part of me wanted to stop Michelle. This wasn’t proper, I couldn’t do this to Mike. Another part wanted her to continue, to see how far she would take it. I chose the safe option, and moved my hands below the blanket to once again massage Michelle’s feet.
As Home Alone came to an end, Mike let out a huge yawn. “That’s it for me. I’m going to bed.”
“But my movie…” Michelle sputtered.
“Sorry honey, I’m knackered. We can watch your movie tomorrow. Or you can watch it with Ian.”
Michelle looked over at me, her big blue eyes open, her lips in a small pout, “Do you want to watch the movie with me?”
How could I resist? “Of course,” I said.
“Woohoo,” she actually jumped up like a happy kid.
“Oh, before I forget,” Mike said, “let’s put our gifts in front of the tree. It’s what we would have done if I was home.”
They both left for Mike’s room, leaving me empty-handed. I hadn’t planned on doing anything for Christmas, so I hadn’t bought any presents. Michelle saw that I saw still sitting on the couch when both of them came back with arms full of gifts.
“You don’t have any gifts?”
“I didn’t plan on celebrating Christmas.”
“Awww, you can have one of mine.”
“And get what? A bottle of perfume?” I teased her.
“I’ll have you know that you will never have smelled so nice.” She shot back.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll survive.”
“Goodnight both,” Mike waved.
“Where’s my kiss?” Michelle asked. With fake reluctance, Mike came back to kiss his girlfriend.
“And mine, where’s mine?” I asked jokingly.
“You wish.” He said as he left the room.
I settled back in my spot on the couch. I had expected Michelle to grab the other corner, but she came over to me. “Move your arm,” she said as she plopped down, lifting my arm up and nestling underneath it, not knowing what to do with my hand, I settled my arm on the back of the couch. I smelled her shampoo, felt her warm body against mine. She reached for the remote to start The Santa Clause, and nestled back. I did my best to act casual, but I had no delusion that Michelle couldn’t feel how tense I was. Still, she didn’t say anything and actually watched the movie for a while. I felt her move a little, some kind of dissatisfied movement. Then she reached over to my arm that was still on the back of the couch and pulled it over her.
“That’s better,” She said.
My hand was resting on her naked arm, just above her elbow. After a while I subconsciously started to caress her arm again. In response, she laid her hand on my leg, caressing me back. We just sat like that for a while. Our eyes trained on a reluctant Santa on screen, not acknowledging the moves our hands were making. Michelle started to move. Laid her head from my shoulder to my lap. Once again she took my hands, left my left hand on her head and the right one on her side.
“Continue,” she said.
“What’s the magic word?”
“Continue now?”
“Nope.” I made a spectacle out of taking my hands off her.
“Please, dear Ian, continue petting me,” she said, her sultry voice filled with fake sincerity.
“Okay, but only because it’s you.”
“You wouldn’t have been able to withstand me anyway,” the cocky blonde said. Once again I removed my hands.
“Nooooo,” she wailed, “I’ll do anything you want.” She should know the thoughts that sprang to mind immediately after she said that. Not that I would act on them, of course. I put my hands back in their spots and continued petting Emily. She actually let out a satisfied purr, her hands wandering my legs. I might have imagined it, but I thought I felt her move her head upwards, all the way until she was just about to touch my crotch. My hands wandered her body, massaging her scalp, stroking her sides. Surreptitiously, I felt if she was wearing anything underneath her singlet. I couldn’t feel any telltale signs of a bra. I kept my caresses on the safe side, petting her over her clothes. Even though I wanted to, I never wandered to her tits or her ass, making sure only to touch her in relatively appropriate, clothed, places.
The movie ended while Michelle still laid in my lap. She turned around, laying on her back, looking at me without saying anything. My left hand was still stroking her hair, my right hand had come to rest on her belly. A small smile appeared on her face as she took my right hand, moved it further up, until I had her tits in my hand. I couldn’t believe it. My roommates’ girlfriend’s soft tits. I spent a while massaging them. I felt her nipples get harder from the attention. That wasn’t the only thing getting harder. Next to Michelle’s head, my pants strained to contain my dick. We laid there, without saying anything, our eyes locked onto each other. After the two shortest minutes of my life, Michelle stood up.
“That was nice,” she said with a sad smile. She bowed over to me, her hand caressing my sweatpants as she planted a small kiss on my lips. Then she turned around and left the room to go find her boyfriend’s bed. I spent a little time cleaning up the bottles and mugs, mostly so my dick could shrink back to its normal size. If anything, at least Michelle had given me enough material to jerk off to for the next month. I walked past Mike’s room on my way to bed. I expected all kinds of sounds of lovemaking, but the only thing I could hear were Mike’s snores. I brushed my teeth, went to bed and opened my phone to scroll a bit before actually sleeping. As I was about to put my phone away for the night, a new message from Michelle popped up.
“Look under the tree, there might be a present for you.”
I had no idea what to make from this message. Had Michelle actually wrapped a present for me? Then why would she send me the message this late? For five minutes I tried to fall asleep, but then curiosity won. In my shirt and boxer I made my way to the living room. From the hallway I could see the lights in the tree were on. I was sure I had shut them off when I went to bed. What I saw beneath the tree made me pause. Michelle, my roommate’s blonde girlfriend, was laying on a blanket underneath the tree. Wearing nothing but a Santa hat and a bow around her breasts.
“Took you long enough. Close the door.”
“Who, what, huh?” I closed the door behind me.
“I’m your present tonight, if you’ll have me.” The last bit was said without Michelle’s usual cockiness. This beautiful girl was actually worried that I would deny her.
I walked up to the tree, my dick rapidly stiffening from the sight.
“Aren’t you going to unwrap me?” Michelle said teasingly, her little finger to her mouth.
After one last step I bowed over, removed her bow, marvelled at her beautiful tits. Not too big, not too small, a C-Cup if you’d ask me. I felt a hand behind my neck, pulling me towards Michelle. She planted a kiss on my mouth. A real one this time, not a chaste little peck. She opened her lips, our tongues found each other. I was hanging over Michelle, my hands each to a side of her head. I broke the kiss. Looked her up and down. I couldn’t believe my luck. Once again I bowed down to kiss the beautiful blonde. Kissing her lips, her chin, the line of her jaw. Down to her neck, her collar bones, sternum. I covered her with kisses as I moved down her body. I took my time with her breasts, kissing each nipple until I felt it harden, then kissing further down. Her ribs, her belly button, her hip bones. Down to the little landing strip of blonde hair.
I could hear Michelle start to breathe faster in anticipation as I made my way down. She spread her legs slightly. I caressed the soft flesh of her thighs, opening up her legs further to give me room. I kissed the inside of her thighs, moving back up centimetre by centimetre until I reached her core. I was rewarded with a stifled moan as my tongue found her lips. Slightly parting them, licking up to her clit. Then I started again from the bottom, all the way up. My tongue a little more forceful between her lips, parting them further. I felt my approach work. Michelle pressed her pussy into my face. I licked her a few more times, then I moved my attention to her clit. Circling it, licking up and down. I pushed one finger between her wet lips. They easily parted for me. Slowly, I entered her, feeling her tight pussy contract around me with every knuckle that entered her. She started breathing faster. Slowly I took my finger out, before entering her again. Each time I sped up a little more. I kept licking her clit. When I felt she was ready, I entered another finger. I started moving around in her, doing the ‘come hither’-trick to reach her G-spot. I immediately felt it work. She closed her legs around me as an orgasm overtook her. I kept up my ministrations as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Tiny silent yelps coming from her mouth.
“Too much, too much,” softly she pulled me back up by my hair. Planted another kiss on my lips. “So, that’s how I taste,” she joked.
Her hands tugged at my shirt. I understood the hint and got rid of the offending piece of clothing. Her hands moved down, into my boxer. I felt her warm thin fingers on my hard cock. Caressing it, stroking it. She tried to close her hand around my dick, but I guess she got frustrated by my boxers, because she yanked them down. As I took my boxers off, Michelle had moved to kneel in front of me. Her hands followed my legs up to my cock. She looked up at me. I gazed into her blue eyes filled with excitement.
“Don’t cum. I want you inside me.” She said as she stroked my dick up and down. Then she bowed forward, her tongue joining her hands. She licked me from the base of my cock all the way up to the head, her tongue finding all the sensitive spots. If I died at that moment, I would have died a happy man. The beautiful blonde worshipping my dick, saying she wants to fuck me. I could feel my orgasm build. Her expert hands joined by her tongue were too much.
“If you keep this up I’m gonna cum.”
Immediately she took her hands off. Gave me a little kiss on the head of my cock, as if to say ‘good work’. Then she looked back up at me from her kneeling position. I picked her up, hugged her close. Once again our mouths found each other, and like a pair of teenagers we were kissing again. My hard dick squashed between our bodies. My orgasm started to subside.
“You want to claim your present?” Michelle asked. She laid back down on the blanket. She beckoned me towards her. I hovered over her, my arms next to her, my legs in between hers. I could almost feel the warmth of her pussy on my dick.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked. In reply her hand grabbed my dick, guided it towards her wet pussy. I pushed in her, felt her wet warmth envelop me.
Michelle let out a sigh, “You don’t know how long I’ve imagined this.”
That took me aback. Sure, I had fantasised about Michelle before, but I had no idea she actually fantasised about me too. She constricted her muscles, hugging me with her pussy. Slowly I started to move, almost all the way out, and then all the way back in. Michelle looked in my eyes. A small blush on her cheeks. Her red lips slightly parted in pleasure. I couldn’t help myself and kissed her once again as my dick plunged into her. For a while we just slowly made love. Kissing, enjoying the sensations of our entwined bodies. I felt Michelle breathe faster.
“Hmmm, there, keep that up.” She moaned softly. I did exactly as instructed, keeping the rhythm. I felt her tremble, her body flushed red from her breasts to her cheeks. Her hand grabbed my neck, pulled me over her. She let out a deep moan, muffled by my mouth on hers.
“So good…” she panted, “but you didn’t come?”
I shrugged. I always felt better making someone else cum than being in it for my own pleasure.
“Time to change that.” She pushed me off from her, rolled me to my back.
For a little while she hovered over me. Her pale body lighted by the Christmas tree.
“You’re beautiful.”
In response she grabbed my dick. Pointed it upward as she slowly lowered herself down on me. I felt every millimetre of her wet pussy envelop me. She let out a sigh as my dick filled her up. Then she started to move her body. Moving her hips, squeezing the muscles in her pussy. Milking my cock with her body. This girl knew what she was doing. I looked as her body moved in the low light. My own Christmas angel. I could feel my orgasm building. With each move of her hips I came closer.
“Where do you want me to cum?” I groaned.
“Wherever you want.” She answered in between moves.
“I’ve always fantasised about cumming in your mouth.”
“Ooh, you fantasised about me? Naughty boy,” she said, squeezing her pussy in punishment. That almost sent me over the edge.
I threw her off. Quickly she moved to kneel. Used her upper arms to squeeze her breasts together. She looked up at me, tongue stuck out. I jerked my cock, the image of her sitting there waiting for me burned into my brain. As I was about to burst, I laid the head on her tongue. She closed her pretty red lips around me. A small flick of her tongue was all that was needed to send me over the edge. Spurt after spurt ended up in her throat. Finished, I took my cock from her mouth. She looked up at me, opened her mouth to show the amount of sperm. Then closed it and swallowed.
“Was that what you fantasised about?”
“Even better.”
She came up to kiss me, her hand lightly caressing my dick. Then she looked around for her Santa hat and bow and made her way out of the living room.
“Merry Christmas.”
