Secret Santa 4U (3 page)

Leaning
back in the chair, she let her hands explore freely.
It was getting hard to type, but she couldn
’
t stop now.
It was the combination of the two that excited her.

HotLibrarian:
Rubbin
g my clit.
Oo
h.
Feels good.
So good.

SecretSanta4U
:
Yeah, baby, k
eep talking.
Tell me what you
’
re doing.
I wanna hear everything.

HotLibrarian:
I
’
m sitting in my chair, my legs are
spread.
My fingers are circling my clit and pinching it and OH …
hold on.
H
ard
to
type.
M
mmmmmmmmmm

She stroked her clit faster, moving it around and around, then putting pressure
just on the top.
It felt so good, she never wanted to stop.

HotLibrarian
:
Wish
you
were here to fuck me.

SecretSanta4U
:
Me too, babe.
Tell me w
hat else
you
’
d like me to do.

Sophie couldn
’
t think straight.
The wine and these eroti
c feelings had her in a blissful
state she
’
d never felt before.
She just said whatever came to mind.

HotLibrarian:
I want
your mouth on me.

SecretSanta4U:
W
here
?

HotLibrarian:
M
y
pussy.
Mmmmm.
Yeah.
Right there.

Her fingers dipped in and out of her wetness, imagining it was his tongue.

SecretSanta4U:
I
’
d lick your sweet
cunt
…
suck
your
clit
...
I
’
d make you
cum.
And then
I
’
d mak
e you scream for
more.

HotLibrarian:
Oh god!!

His words
on the screen
,
coupled with her fingers
inside her
, sent her over the edge.
She tried
to type, but couldn
’
t manage it.

HotLibrarian:
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

SecretSanta4U:
Yeah baby.
Cum
.
C
um
for
me
…

Like a dam bursting, waves of pleasure ca
scaded over her at once.
Euphoric spasms rocked her body
—
a welcome relief from the pent up anxiety and stress she
’
d managed to hold onto for so long.
It was freeing.
Tears stung
her eyes as her body arched in release.

After several moments, the world right
ed itself
,
and she glanced back at the monitor.
She was alone in the chat room.
Exhausted, but oh-so-content, she logged off the computer and headed for the hot bath she
’
d promised herself so long ago.

****

The incessant knocking roused Sophie from the dee
pest, most restful slumber she
’
d had in months.
Dragging a hand through her hair, she staggered to the door and looked through the tiny peephole.
Seeing Brody standing there, she unlatched the chain and turned the deadbolt.
“
What are you doing up so early?
”
she asked, standing back so he could come inside.

Brody yanked off his ski gloves and stuffed them into the pocket of his jacket.
“
Early?
Soph, it
’
s
past one
.
”

She blinked.
One o
’
clock?
In the afternoon?
No, no.
That couldn
’
t be right.
She had an interna
l alarm clock as her mother used to say.
Always up by seven
—
even on weekends.
“
Quit kidding around and tell me what time it really is, Brody.
”

He marched over to her fireplace, grabbed the mantel clock and brought it back to her.
“
The time is exactly one-o
h-nine p.m.
See?
”
He tapped the clock
’
s face.

“
This is so weird.
I never sleep the day away.
”
Her thoughts turned to her online romp last night.
Her face grew hot at the memories.
There had been countless times when she
’
d wondered what it was like to have
sex online
—
with a stranger.
S
he
’
d never seriously contemplated going through with it.
But there had been something magnetic about SecretSanta4U.
Something she couldn
’
t deny.
Something she didn
’
t want to deny
.

“
You must have really n
eeded the rest
.
”
Brody
r
eplaced the clock
.
“
Anyway, y
esterday, you promised to feed me
,
and I
’
m starving now.
You buying or cooking?
”

“
I have frozen TV dinners?
”
Sophie smothered a yawn.

“
Blah.
”

“
Fine.
Give me a minute to get dressed
,
and I
’
ll treat you to Hank
’
s.
”

“
Now you
’
re
ta
lking.
I think I
’
ll get a
burger with everything
piled on it
.
Maybe even chili.
”
He glanced down at her.
“
I haven
’
t decided yet.
”

She groaned and headed back to her bedroom.
“
You
’
re driving.
”

****

Sitting in Hank
’
s Diner, Sophie nursed her coffee while Bro
dy wolfed down his hamburger with the works.
He
’
d already eaten all the fries, but left the pickle for her.

“
Pickles and coffee.
Breakfast of champions.
”
Sophie
rolled
the dill wedge
between her fingers like a cigar.

“
Mmm mmm good.
But it
’
s not breakfast
—
i
t
’
s lunch,
”
he teased.

“
Do we have plans today or are you still mad at me?
”

He took a big swallow of cola.
“
Not mad.
I told you that yesterday.
”

She nodded.
“
Yeah, but I
’
m still iffy on how the male mind works.
If you say you
’
re not mad, you still might be
mad at me later, right?
”

He shook his head.
“
No.
That
’
s generally how the female mind works.
If a guy tells you he
’
s not mad
,
chances are high
he
’
s
really
not mad.
Pretty simple.
”

“
Okay then.
”
She frowned.
“
I think.
”

He wiped the paper napkin across his m
outh, wadded it up and threw it on his now
-
empty plate.
“
Deee-lish.
Now I
’
m ready to go Christmas shopping.
What are you buying me?
”

Sophie rolled her eyes.
“
You are a lot of trouble.
”

“
Yeah, yeah.
But you
’
d do me.
”
He grinned as he held the chair for her.

She laughed.
“
You leave the tip
,
and I
’
ll pay the check.
”

“
Deal.
”

They drove to the mall and separated at the entrance.
“
Let
’
s meet back here in two hours.
Is that enough time for you to get what you need?
”
she asked.

“
I can be done in fifteen minutes.
Bu
t I
’
ll let you have the extra hour and forty-five minutes
‘
cause I
’
m such
a nice kid
.
”

Looking at her like that,
with those steel blue eyes and sexy gri
n, he looked like anything but a kid.
She mentally shook herself.
What was she thinking?
Was she so desp
erate that she forgot how much older she was than he?
“
I said I was sorry
about that
,
quit rubbing
it in.
”

“
But it
’
s so fun to watch you squirm.
”
He winked.
“
Catch ya in a couple
of
hours.
”

Sophie wandered through various stores, picking up a few gifts her
e and there for friends and co-workers.
Since she had hardly anyone to buy for, she was done in less than an hour.
The realization depressed her.

Passing by an electronics store, she noticed a sale on laptop computers:
Buy one get another for half-price.
S
he went inside to check it out.
Twenty minutes later, she was the proud owner of two new laptops.
They were so cute and tiny, only twelve inches.
One for her and one for Brody.
Why not splurge on
something practical
like this?
Besides, she owed him for bui
lding her a
desktop
computer
.
And hell, i
t wasn
’
t like she had anyone else to spend her Christmas bonus on.

The purchase
was also a personal indulgence for her.
S
he couldn
’
t get the late-night scenario she
’
d been a willing participant of out her mind
.
She
wanted to get back to
the online dating site
as soon as possible
and setting up the
little laptop
on the bed would be a lot easier to maneuver during hot chats.
She swiveled her hips, loosening the muscles in her back which were still sore from masturbatin
g in that hardback chair.

She blushed at the thought.