Page 24 of A Christmas Adventure

"I don't know if I should..."

Now it's Violeta who cuts her off.

"Do you have any plans?" she asks, staring at her intently.

Olga opens her mouth to answer, but her mind, blocked by Violeta's beauty, is unable to come up with an excuse in time.

"Then you're coming over and that's that."

"That's my girl," her mother applauds.

"Okay," Olga accepts, "but it will be at my house. I'll buy prepared food, no one is going to cook tomorrow."

Maite smiles at her and nods, then bids them goodnight and disappears down the hallway until the door to her room is heard closing.

When Olga and Violeta are alone, the tension returns between them and suddenly they fall silent.

"I think it's best that I leave," Olga concludes, standing up.

Violeta doesn't object, she knows Olga is right, that the attraction between them is so strong that if she stays, the risk of them ending up naked on her sofa is too high, and she doesn't want to imagine the look on her mother's face if she discovers them.

"I'll walk you to the door."

Violeta also stands up and the two look at each other for a moment. Olga swallows; she feels her heart pounding in her throat and an urge between her legs that's hard to ignore. She turns her back to Violeta to avoid temptation and walks to the door, hearing her neighbor's footsteps behind her. She hasn't even gotten her hand on the doorknob when she feels Violeta's hand on her waist, holding her firmly. A shiver runs through Olga as Violeta spins her around and looks at her intently.

"Are you going to leave without giving me two kisses?" Violeta asks, about to have her heart explode.

Olga smiles mischievously, unable to contain herself. She likes Violeta's audacity too much to ignore it.

"Do you want two or one somewhere else?" Olga provokes her.

This time it's Violeta who feels a tremendous weakness all over her body.

"I want many in many places."

Violeta claims her body, pulling her towards her and, just as their lips are about to touch, they hear the door to Maite's room and then her footsteps. Again, the two separate and the hostess appears in the living room with Olga's coat in her hand.

"It was in my room and... Are you leaving already?" she asks, surprised.

Olga looks at her, overwhelmed, Violeta's presence makes her blood so hot that she didn't even remember her coat.

"Yes, Violeta said that tomorrow morning she'll come over for a while to help me with the wallpaper in the bedroom while you're at the bakery," Olga blurts out the first thing that comes to mind to justify her escape, and only after she's said it does she realize that the excuse only puts her in a much more complicated situation.

"Yes," Violeta supports her with a smug smile at her mother's shocked face, "I'll lend her a hand, so it's best we go to bed now or no one will be able to get up tomorrow."

"Well done then," Maite says with delight as she hands the coat to Olga. "Days must be taken advantage of, you'll have time to tell each other things while ripping that horrible wallpaper off the walls."

Maite turns around and disappears again where she came from. The two remain there, still as statues until they hear the door close again. Then Violeta reacts and, before Olga can put on her coat, pushes her against the door and kisses her with such passion that Olga slips between her hands and can only cling to her neighbor's waist with thefirmness of one who needs to feel her close. The kiss lingers and their tongues unite when Olga feels Violeta's leg make its way between hers until their thighs exert pressure on their sexes, eliciting a couple of sighs that sound too loud.

"Violeta, you have to stop," Olga says with little conviction.

"I can't," she exhales into her mouth, and continues exerting pressure on Olga's sex that Olga returns by clinging to her ass to adapt to an exciting dance that, in much less time than expected, ends up provoking such an intense orgasm that Violeta bites Olga's neck to stifle her moans.

After the last throes of pleasure, Olga opens her eyes and observes with relief that they are still alone.

"Damn, Violeta..."

"Yeah, this can't happen here again," she replies with a raspy voice.