Treating Her to a Hot Night (Fey Holidays 1)

Chapter 3

Thanksgiving, November 26

Vivian was sick of faking smiles and pretending life was normal when she felt like she was missing half herself. She’d never understood until now how women in movies could let themselves get so moody and morose over a guy.

The ache of longing was a physical thing that had turned all her food bland and her interactions into going through the motions. Finding Cala would change that, which was the point of her current plan.

Before she did anything else, she made sure the door was locked and her phone on airplane mode. No more interruptions. Not like last time. If this worked, she wanted to make sure Cala heard her name loud and clear. She also planned to tell him her phone number and address if they had time.

But first she had to call him. s*x was the key. She’d seen the connection happen after he m*********d. Though she had tried on several occasions to recreate the situation on her end, the magic hadn’t worked for her. She hoped it was because her timing was off and refused to entertain any other possibility.

It was Thanksgiving night. She was alone in her dorm room. Bethany, along with the rest of the dorm, had gone home for the holiday. This time, it would work.

Vivian made sure she had a clear view of the mirror across from her bed. She wanted to see Cala the moment he appeared so she didn’t miss a second. And he would appear this time.

He might already be there, but she couldn’t see him, just like he couldn’t see her until the very end last time. She liked that idea. It heated her skin and made her p***y wet to think he might be on the other side of the mirror, watching her open her thighs until her lower lips spread and revealed her winking entrance. She wanted to show him how much she missed him, longed for him. No other man got her this wet.

Liquid lust trailed from her channel to be soaked up by the towel beneath her. She dipped two fingers into the slick moisture and moved them in small circles. She teased herself and, she hoped, Cala. The sensation was much more intense if she imagined him pressing close to the mirror, wanting to get close to her and take over.

Would he replace her fingers with his tongue, licking at her slit until she orgasmed? Or would he stuff his impressive erection into her to the base, giving them both simultaneous release? There was only one way to find out. She stared at herself in the mirror. “You have to come get me to join in the fun.”

She pressed her fingers into her channel, and a soft moan of pleasure left her. Something felt different this time. Her body was hotter, her p***y wetter. She found herself moving her hips so she rode her fingers. It wasn’t enough. She tweaked one n****e, which got her panting, but still she wanted more. More hands. Cala’s hands.

He wasn’t there, not yet, so she had to do for herself. She left her n****e to rub her c**t instead. The tiny nub twitched beneath her fingers as her body shook. Soon being upright became too much of an annoyance. She let herself fall back with her legs open as wide as she could open them.

Moving her hips in tight circles, she continued stroking her p***y and rubbing her c**t. Her satisfied moans echoed around the room. If she hadn’t been alone in the building, her dorm mates would have surely interrupted by now. There would be no interruptions this time. It was just her and Cala.

She spread her fingers apart, stretching her channel in an invitation for Cala to fill her with his c**k instead. It didn’t happen. She pressed her eyes closed, blocking out the possibility of failure as she resumed pumping her fingers inside her p***y. She rubbed her c**t faster, which made her moan louder.

A tingling sensation in her n*****s tightened the twin buds until they were taut. The memory of Cala’s tongue flicking her n*****s one at a time sent her over the edge. She let out a pleasured shout as she pressed her hips up off the bed, squeezing out her orgasm.

Heat shooting up her spine made Vivian open her eyes.

“Cala,” she said in a breathy voice.

He was in the mirror. Faint and transparent, but there. He appeared happily surprised to see her. Her plan was a success. She wouldn’t waste the opportunity.

She crawled to the mirror and noticed Cala got closer as well. He was speaking, but she couldn’t hear him like she could last time. Last time she’d been asleep. Did that make a difference?

He frowned at her as he spoke.

She shook her head and pointed at her ears. “I can’t hear you.”

His frown worsened, and it seemed as though he cursed.

Vivian hadn’t thought about the possibility of them not being able to hear each other. She held up one finger for him to wait and jumped off the bed, headed for her backpack. She hated to leave the mirror. The connection might close. But them shouting and not being heard wouldn’t get them anywhere.

She returned with paper and pen, wrote out her name, and then showed it to him.

Cala smiled widely and his lips moved as he pronounced it.

Heat once again thrilled up her spine and Cala’s image became clearer. But he remained transparent.

He frowned and seemed to say her name again and then again and again until it appeared he was shouting. Vivian didn’t know what was wrong. She placed her hand on the glass, wanting to soothe him.

Cala matched his fingers with hers and said words she couldn’t understand. After this, she was signing up for a lip-reading course.

He pointed to his lips and mouthed something slowly. His name? It must be. He must not have paper nearby to write it.

Vivian watched his lips, ignoring the desire to kiss them, so she could repeat their movement. The Cala part she got. Was the rest his middle and last name? She tried repeating it aloud, “Cala Lala Viles.” That wasn’t it. It didn’t feel right. But some intuition said she was close.

Being close didn’t stop Cala’s image from fading. Vivian grasped at the mirror, trying to hold him there. He appeared to be trying to hold her hand as he yelled at the mirror.

It didn’t matter. Nothing did. Their longing to be together wasn’t enough to keep the magical connection open. Cala was fading before her eyes. Every second she could see less of him.

Vivian looked away only long enough to write one word. She showed it to him and hoped he understood, hoped he saw it.

“Please.”

And then he was gone and the heat along with him. Vivian didn’t move from the mirror, couldn’t move. Tears tracked down her cheeks. This hurt worse than waking up from the dream. She wanted to say at least she’d seen him and that was good, but she almost wished she hadn’t.

The pain of this failed meeting would haunt her for the rest of the year and into the next. She stared down at the paper.

Halloween.

It was all she could think to write. They had met on Halloween. They could meet again. Vivian just had to hold it together until then.