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A Very Cherry Christmas
By Jackson Williams
Copyright 2011 by Jackson Williams
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A Very Cherry Christmas
Chapter One
“Oh, God, Devon, that’s sooo good. Yeah, right there, uh, ummm, oh, God! Yes!” Gwen Simonton nearly screamed her last word, but that was because her boyfriend, Devon Edmonds had found her G-spot with his dick, which he almost never did, but this morning, after they had woken up together in Gwen’s bed and he had initiated a round of morning sex, which Gwen always enjoyed, regardless of whether he hit her G-spot or not, he had actually done the impossible and made her climb the walls in ecstasy.
Both her hands reached back and took hold of the metal bars on the framework of the bed they were on. The bed in the dorm where Gwen lived at the university she and Devon both attended hadn’t originally had a framework of this type, but she had gone out and bought one, just so she could hold onto it in exactly this manner during sex. While she gripped the bars, the knuckles on both hands turning white from the strain of gripping so tightly, Devon continued pounding Gwen’s ass – or to be more precise – her pussy, until she couldn’t hold it in any longer and actually did scream – at the top of her lungs.
The sound was so piercing that it almost took Devon’s head off, but he was too close to his own orgasm and put the shrill shriek out of his mind while his hips thrust, his lungs, pounded nearly as hard as he was pounding his girlfriend, and sweat poured from every pore in his body. His grunting came in short, quick gasps and then finally – Devon gritted his teeth, his chin tilted upward, his eyes slammed shut as tight as tight could possibly get and he began thrusting harder and ever harder. Several thrusts later a loud, “Uuggghhhh…” issued forth from deep in his throat and he pushed deeply into Gwen’s pussy and then slumped down onto her likewise sweaty flesh, his face buried between the deep valley made by the cleavage of her breasts.
Devon panted heavily for long minutes before finally lifting himself up and finding the face of his girlfriend looking back at him, love – or something awful damn close to it – held firmly in her deep green eyes. Gwen leaned forward and took hold of Devon’s face in her hands, then brought their lips together and pressed them tightly for more than a minute before Devon broke the embrace.
“Oh, man, Gwen – I hate to run out on you, but I got a class I gotta get to,” Devon was already lifting off the bed and off Gwen’s sweat-slick flesh as he reached for his clothes and began getting dressed – in far too quick of a rush as far as Gwen could tell.
“What class is that?” She asked, running through her memory and not finding any class she could recall that he had on Thursday mornings before ten o’clock.
“It’s um, it’s a special assignment. A group meeting, ah, in the library. We, ah, have to get, um, well, we need to meet together for a class, all right?” He had everything on, mostly, and was carrying the rest as he opened the door to the dorm room Gwen shared with another girl, July Hargrave, and was out in the hall with the door slamming shut almost on his foot.
“Shit!” Gwen slumped back in her bed, her eyes beginning to tear up over the hasty departure of her boyfriend. She knew it had been the wrong idea letting him get all the way around the bases on their first date and back to home. Now, less than two months into the first semester of the school year and he was tired of her. She’d been there before, in high school, and had lost two boyfriends that same way. She just had to learn not to be so goddamn easy with the boys she dated. Her mother had always tried telling her that boys didn’t respect girls they scored too easily with and it was finally beginning to sink in that she just might be right.
She wiped away the tears from her eyes and sat up in her bed, the sheets in total disarray from the night of wild sex she had gone through with Devon, and then more of the same when they’d woken up. When would she ever learn, she thought once more as she stood, still naked, and walked over the few feet to the desk where her laptop sat plugged in and turned on. She touched the mouse pad and the screen came to life. Still fluttering her eyelids to hold back the tears that wanted too much to pour out of her, she clicked on her email account and noticed a message from her father marked urgent.
Gwen sucked in a deep breath as she prepared to open the email and then finally clicked on it, hoping nothing had happened to either one of her parents, though both had divorced one another years back and remarried as well.
“Hey, Pip,” the email from her dad read, beginning with the cutsie name he’d always called her since she was a little girl. Pippy Longstocking had been one of her favorite story characters and so he had begun calling her “Pip”.
“I wanted to call you and tell you the bad news, but I’ve already had to cancel the cell phone account – well – actually the cell phone company canceled due to non-payment. I’m out of money, Pip. My accounts have been frozen by the IRS and the bank has stepped in to claim my house…”
“Oh, God, no!” Gwen sobbed, thinking about the home she was raised in no longer being there for her to visit, not that she ever did much visiting since she’d been away at college this past year and a quarter. Still, it was just comforting to know her childhood home was still there – and now it wasn’t any longer.
“The worst of it is that now that my accounts are frozen I won’t be able to pay your tuition any longer. Everything’s paid through the end of the semester, but after the first of the year you won’t be in college any longer.
“Sorry, Pip. I wish I could have done something different, but that’s the breaks, kiddo.
“I won’t be around at Christmas time. Margo and I and the kids will be vacationing at Disney World. We already had the reservations and trip all paid in advance and couldn’t get a refund, so we figured we may as well use it, since it’s already been paid for.
“Love you, Dad.”
Gwen stared dumbly at the computer screen for long minutes. By the time July entered the room and said “Hi” to her, the screensaver had already been active for several minutes.
“Hey, Gwen, you ok, girl? July asked, looking oddly at her roommate. Both girls had always been able to tell when something was wrong with the other. That was part of what had made them such close friends after meeting as freshmen the previous year.
Gwen finally looked up from her laptop; tears welled up behind her lower eyelids, swelling so hard all it took was one look of pity from July for the dam to burst. July pulled Gwen to her, their chins resting over one another’s shoulders as the heart-broken girl sobbed uncontrollably for nearly twenty minutes before she was able to explain to her roommate what had happened to push her over the edge.
“And to top it all off,” Gwen blew her nose in the tissue July handed her, then started to wipe her eyes with the same tissue, but July snatched it out of her hand and handed her a fresh tissue. “Devon broke up with me this morning.” Gwen began sobbing all over again after making that declaration and the two girls hugged closely once more.
“Didn’t he spend the night over here?” July asked when once Gwen was able to talk again.
“Uh-huh. We – woke up – just fine – I thought,” Gwen sobbed between words, making it that much more difficult to get her explanation out. “We – had – sex,” she sobbed. “Awesome sex. And then – he – lied – to me.”
“He lied to you?” July looked puzzled, cocking her head as she studied Gwen’s tear-stained face.
“Uh-huh. He said – he – had a – class and – hurried – off – without – even – a kiss – goodbye.”
“He said he…” the light dawned in July’s eyes as she recalled the schedule Devon had. It was easy for her to remember what his schedule was. He had been staying over on Wednesday nights since the new school year began. That was why July began spending the night with Tessa, another of their friends and the only girl both of them had been involved sexually with. Tessa had admitted to being bi-sexual when they all had first met and one-at-a-time she had seduced each of the roommates until both were ok enough with having sex with another girl that they finally admitted it to one another. That was when the girls had begun having occasional threesomes together. That was also why July, who didn’t have a steady boyfriend of her own at the moment, stayed over with July whenever Devon spent the night with Gwen in their room.
“And then he told you he didn’t want to go out with you anymore?” July asked as Gwen sniffled back more tears in an attempt to staunch her crying altogether.
“What!?” Gwen’s eyes were large and round as she stared back at her friend, as though she was shocked by the other girl’s words.
“Devon. You said he broke up with you, right? Was that when he did it, after lying about his class this morning?”
“No. He just – left.”
“So – he didn’t actually – break up with you yet?”
Gwen shook her head silently and then sobbed with fresh tears, “But he’s going to!”
July patted Gwen’s back as she held her friend for a third bout of non-stop sobbing. When finally it seemed that Gwen was all cried out the girls sat back on July’s bed, since it was all torn apart the way Gwen’s was, and talked about what to do so Gwen wouldn’t have to leave college at the end of the semester.
“I don’t have any money saved up,” Gwen was no longer sobbing, but her eyes were bloodshot and her nose still stuffed up from all the crying she had already gone through. She sounded just like someone who had a cold every time she spoke.
“Neither do I, girl,” July shook her head. “Well, only a little, but not nearly enough to get you through the school year. Hell, I couldn’t pay for you to stay one more week.” She sighed. Gwen sighed. Both girls looked at each other with that “What are we going to do?” look people always got when they were down to no more options available to them.
“You could get a job,” July shrugged with her half-hearted attempt at an answer.
“I don’t know how to do anything,” Gwen stared at the floor as she sat back against the wall behind the head of July’s bed, there not being a metal-framed headboard on this bed as there was on Gwen’s. “The only thing I know how to do any good at all is…” Her words dropped off to nothing as she shook her head. She was numb and didn’t know what else to do with herself.
“What?” July asked, looking up at her. “What do you know how to..?” she stopped, too, as she understood what Gwen was saying to her and why she had cut her sentence off before finishing it. “Oh, girl, no. Hell, no! Ain’t no way I’m letting you put your pussy out there for men to bang the fuck out of just so you can go to college.”
Once more Gwen shrugged, but this time it was more with resignation. “What else can I do?” she looked up at July and their eyes held, only Gwen’s seemed to be trembling.
“Well, I have to say, when you fuck you really know how to fuck with the best of them,” July tried to make light of the situation, though she knew it was far from a situation to make light of. “Every boy I’ve ever seen you fuck has come away feeling as though he’s had the best fucking of his pathetic little life.”
“Yeah and I screamed this morning,” Gwen confided sheepishly.
“Screamed? You mean from orgasm?” July’s lips broke into a grin at the thought of her roomie actually screaming during sex. She’d heard her making all kinds of other noises and she knew she’d come close to screaming a few times, but to actually break loose and give out with gusto…
“Damn girl, no wonder Susie and Jen next door scowled at me when I came down the hall this morning. You must’ve woken them up with your screaming sex.” Both girls smiled and then they began laughing at the thought of Gwen’s scream disturbing all the other girls on their floor.
Then they fell silent for a long time once more before Gwen said, “So whaddaya think?”
“What do I think about what?” July asked, confused.
“About my job options,” Gwen tried to smile, but wasn’t doing too well with it at the moment.
“You mean as a hooker? No fucking way…” July stopped her objection and her eyes seemed to look odd. “Y’know, it just might work,” she said quietly, then with more gusto she said, “Yeah. Fuck yeah! Let’s do it, Gwen. Let’s go full out hooker and make some money at it. No! Let’s make enough money to pay for your college tuition the rest of the year and then some!”
“Are you serious?” Gwen looked over at her friend, who had suddenly leaped from the bed as she shouted out her declaration as though it were an act of war they were declaring and she was the most patriotic soldier about to aim a rifle at the enemy.
“Fucking eh right I’m serious, girl. We both know how to fuck and we can fuck like it’s nobody’s business, which it ain’t, right?”
“Right!” Gwen shouted along with her roomie and leaped up from the bed, a new surge of energy sweeping through her as she made the decision of how to make the best of her situation.