At first, I was shocked because of me touching her boobs but soon it became unusual.The last way was kissing. After hugging came to a stop, she would ...kiss me on the cheek. This too continued for some time. Soon, I started doubting whether she was trying to seduce me. So one day, before leaving she came to my room.I acted as if I was asleep.She came near me and instead of kissing me on the cheek, she kissed me on my lips. She also grabbed my dick to see whether it was hard. It was somewhat hard.. The tree, decorations, festive recipes, cards, presents. And the lights. The endless fairy lights. I couldn’t help myself. They were so happy and colourful. Neither of us was working on Christmas Eve so we had a pretty lazy day, listening to Christmas tunes and making gingerbread cookies to take to my parent's house the following day, whilst teasing each other at every available opportunity. It was a game we liked to play sometimes. Set a time for action to start so that we were both majorly. “Fuck me, bitch. Fuck me like the whore you are. Christine is a prostitute. You are no girl-for-hire. You give your cunt away. She fucks for money. You fuck because you want to feel cum shoot into your cunt. You fuck men because you need to be pushed around, used. Yeah. He got it right. The tune in my head was not over. Instead, we swapped leads. Now I was in charge. I attacked him like I did Rex. I behaved like a whore who wanted to show her man how much she wanted a dick. I whispered in. Two more shots now, and I think we are on to something. The feel of other people, the familiar ring of their cell phones. The lights began to look spread out like water on a windshield. And still we were snakes. Bumping into each other and pulling apart like smoke. I had claws and you had claws. We were snatching at each other. Harder and harder now. I could almost feel these imaginary things on my body. This smoke, these scales, those nails. And I’m hinting about bed rooms and blankets..