That Time of Year

9 - Wow

NATASHA

I sipped my hot cocoa. I was tipsy but not completely blitzed. The gathering was at an all-time family and friend party. Even the elders were telling us 'youngins'' about themselves in their day. I felt the cushion beside me move as my body leaned with the motion. It was Raquelle. "Hey!" She geeked out for me. I gave her a light hug. She squealed and began the 20 basic questions. I never really liked Raquelle. She was drama and theatrics. I guess you could say Bianca was a cool girl in school. Of course, she's great. And Raquelle... I never felt like she was a girl's-girl anyhow. She seemed to be the common denominator when Bianca got into some type of trouble.

"Gosh, this is so fun! I missed home... As you know, I've been at Yale!" I gave her a small smile and "Wow!" Then sipped my eggnog, wishing it was alcohol. She blabbed for a minute or two, and I barely paid any mind to her. "Gosh, he's so hot." I felt my attention snap back to her! "Who?" I said, following her line of sight. It was Dawson and Alex standing, chatting and laughing in the entryway. "Alex Diaz. I would love to see what that is all about. I used to be friends with his ex before she keeled over." I whipped back to him and back to her, "What?!" "Hey, Alex!" Raquelle said suddenly, perking up. I turned back to where they were standing, to be eye-to-eye with Alex's belt buckle. "Hey, I," Alex began, but then my mom's voice pitched up in volume. "Come on, it's time to jig the ornament!" Everyone cheered in excitement at the name of the game. "Oh! Alex, you're my partner!" Raquelle nabbed Alex and tugged him to the dining area where the other guys were making space.

Jig the ornament was a Christmas game. It was a grown-up game. They took a perfect round and festive ornament of choice, and it started at your and your partner's belly button. You were both on either side, and you had to work it up to your mouth, without using your hands - just your body. Everyone got lined up, and I sat on the arm of the couch, near the end of the room.

I watched as each couple got into position and the time began. They all started winding and maneuvering their bodies, laughing and shouting at one another to "move this way" or "No, no - yes!" We all laughed and smiled as the timer counted down. Raquelle skillfully moved her young, tighter body very slowly and maneuvered ever so seductively. Alex smiled but seemed to try and play the game. They were winning. My stomach sank, and I gulped the wine I had gathered on the way to this room. The ornament was in the crook of her neck, and he leaned in to move it with his cheek against hers and to their mouth. And, viola, they won. They were mouth-to-mouth with a damn ornament in between them. Raquelle was just ogling him in closeness, she smiled, making the bulb ornament shift downward until it slipped. WOW! If I were a cartoon, I'd have steam billowing from my ears, whistling from boiling anger like a teapot on high on the stove. When the bulb fell, she leaned in the rest of the way, planting a firm kiss on Alex's mouth and wrapping her arms around his neck so he was stuck for the brief time she imprisoned him in her arms! He backed up, holding his hands up and wiping his mouth subtly. "Had to get my mistletoe kiss, hot stuff." She playfully flirted. I didn't care to watch the rest of the interaction.

ALEX

I watched, side-eyeing Raquelle a bit. "Had to get my mistletoe kiss, hot stuff." She said, looking at me like I liked it or something. "Raquelle, respectfully, you're nice, but I didn't want to kiss you." Her smile warped into an insulted and bewildered look. And she huffed and walked away, flipping me the bird. I held my hands up. But I said no - nicely - before.

I looked at where Nat was sitting, but she was gone. I looked over the group. Nowhere to be found. I grabbed my jacket and headed to the side door near the kitchen. I walked out, coat half on. f**k, it was freezing. I heard a crunch of snow when I saw Nat at the front door of her mini-house. "Nat." I jogged over, calling to her. When she turned briefly and saw me she rolled her eyes. It reminded me of when Dawson and I would taunt and bug her as boys. "What are you doing?" I asked as I reached her, "I wanted to talk to you." I shoved my hands in my pocket, missing my beanie. My hair is about 3 inches right now, in curls and slicked back. I could feel all the snowflakes that fell behind my neck. "I'm turning in. " What do you care about me leaving?" She was struggling to open her door. Her lock was jammed, it seemed. "Let me help you," I asked, and she swatted me away. "What's your issue?" She was acting like I was bothering her. "Why don't you go make out with the young girls? It seems to be fun." I was confused but quickly caught on. I felt a smile fall on my mouth and a laugh of surprise and relief. Little Mama was just jealous! She continued for a second and I watched her. All flustered and huffy. It was cute.

She seemed to notice, "What, Alex!" I narrowed my face, looking down at her, "What are you jealous of?" I done did it now! Her eyes lit up like dangerous fireworks! "Jealous!" I nodded, slowly, moving to be face-to-face, and taking the stride and a half it took me to move her to lean on the door. Both arms were making a barricade on either side of her and both my hands were planted flat on the door on either side of her head. "You told me this was a one-off, you said you weren't feeling it? Why are you acting like this now if that is the case?" She looked down. I used my pointer finger to place it gently under her chin, "Look at me." She did. I didn't even have anything to say. Man, was I irritated with her, but she looked damned good enough to eat! Especially all mad and jealous about me. Because I would've f****d up any man that touched her at this party that wasn't me - let alone kiss her in a stupid game.

NATASHA

 My breathing was shallow. The minute he told me to look at him, I got lost in his eyes. I felt warm in the cold outside. My nerves, my rage... The passion. "I hate that I want you. I am lying to my brother and I feel like a damned old lady by you, Alex... But f**k, I want you so badly." I saw something ignite in his eyes. And, as if a gun had gone off, he went for it. He kissed me tenderly and roughly, his guarding arms now enveloped me in his embrace, pulling me close. It made my whole body sing, and I felt like I couldn't get closer to him. I wrapped both legs around him as the door magically gave in, and opened. He walked us in and continued gripping my ass and tonguing my mouth. I was on a cloud! I could feel his d**k thickening. I felt my body fall to the couch. He began to take off his clothes! I watched him. First, he removed his coat and kicked off his boots. "You're so beautiful, Natasha," he said to me. I sat there, mouth open, in awe of him as he unbuckled and pulled off his belt so smoothly. I could see his d**k fighting against the waistband of his underwear that was now exposed, thanks to his loose jeans. He reached over himself at the back of his neck and took off his shirt. f**k me, if a mountain of a man had a place in the dictionary, he'd be the example. He was so muscly and strong! His body wasn't even flexing. When he moved, each part of his arms, back, chest, and stomach all looked as if he were marble and were sculpted that morning! I began to remove my shirt. I felt his hands stop me. "Let me show you just how beautiful I think you are," Alex said, his voice so deep and lulling. I felt like I was being lured by an incubus and falling shamelessly into it all.

He came up before me, holding his hands out to me. I took his hand and rose. Alex slid his large hands up my hips, letting them glide into the sides of my bare stomach. Butterflies billowed in my stomach. My shirt slowly ended up over my eyes. I couldn’t see now. Suddenly, a warm and soft kiss was planted below my navel. Then another. Then a wet one on my navel and up and up until he was in between my breasts! He then moved to my waistline. Kissing and nipping at it and gently biting, making me squirm. “Don’t run, baby. I want you.” He groaned as he then glided his tongue ever so devilishly back up to my navel. I was breathless. High off of him. My tights were tugged down, and suddenly my sight was back. He sat me down and got to his knees, removing my pants.

“I want you to squirt and cream all on my tongue, yeah?” he asked, a smirk playing on his mouth. His hands glided up my legs and firmly gripped and massaged me. It made me feel so warm and excited. I cowered a little when he went to rub his hands on my pelvis and stomach. "Stop it." He snapped, "I want to see and touch every inch of you. Your body is so sexy." He practically moaned the last words as he set his mouth on my p***y, over my panties! I gasped! I felt his fingers brush my rosebud of nerves as he pulled my panties to the side. "Alex!" I moaned since his tongue was slipping and sliding inside me now. He moved up, encasing my c**t in his mouth, and flicked his tongue while he began to finger me into a stupor!

"Alex, I'm close," I moaned, my hands entangled in his hair. One of his free hands slid up my torso and chest, he was firmly gripping my throat, moving me closer, "Don't run. Give me my pussy." f**k, Alex could literally talk this explosion out of me! "Good girl." His touch was attentive, and he was able to touch me, make me feel safe, and also like a slut at once. It was intense. Intoxicating!

His magical tongue and fingers worked me into a frenzy, writhing and grinding on his fingers until i was oozing all the pleasure I hadn’t felt from someones touch for a long time and nothing ever like it out. “Yes, baby! Good girl, you’re so wet for me.” Alex’s husky voice praised me. And an additional mess of me imploded within and he smiled his handsome mischievous, sexy smile at me and my undoing. I lied there limp and amazed. “Wow.” I huffed, as he moved me again. I felt like rag doll in his grasps. I was face down, bum up. He gripped my ass as he eased his large d**k inside! I moaned into the cushion! He pumped slowly into me with every inch. I arched my back and turned to watch him. “Just like that baby. Let me see your pretty face.”