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I tried to keep quiet when I saw them in the kitchen, Avery splayed out on the island, Zane’s face near her pussy, but my clumsy ass dropped the damn first aid kit, my hands trembling with how turned on the sight of him about to go down on her made me.
Though he didn’t get the chance to and I know Avery’s been in a mood because of it. I mean I know I’d be snappy if I was about to have my pussy licked by Zane and was interrupted.
It’s finally Christmas Eve, my second favorite day of the year, and Avery and I have the night planned to a T.
Tonight we’re getting fucked no matter what we have to do to get it.
We’ve started off by making sure the main dining room is fully set up and ready for tonight’s main course. Zane is going to be cooking the perfect Christmas feast, a honey baked ham, maple bacon brussels sprouts, and delicious garlic mashed potatoes. For dessert, officially, I’m baking Zane’s favorite, a pineapple upside down cake. Unofficially, Avery and I are hoping we’ll be the dessert, or at least somewhere on tonight’s menu.
The table is turning out perfectly, decorated with a large wreath in the center while candles line the middle, and a string of lights is twirled around the garland. The tablecloth is festive with red poinsettias and a gold trim to match the dinnerware. Strings of lights cascade down the curtains draped along the floor to ceiling windows lighting up the otherwise dimly lit room. It’s still early out, but the sun is covered by gloomy clouds making the outside appear fairly dark.
I head back into the kitchen to start on dessert and find Avery mixing something in a large, red punch bowl. “What on earth are you doing Avery?” I ask, bewildered by her position. She looks like a witch brewing some kind of potion in a cauldron as she sits on her knees on the stool, leaning over the bowl.
“Christmas punch,” she says as if that answers anything. “I’m making my mother’s famous Christmas punch. Who would have thought I actually had a Christmas tradition of my own. Well, mom never made it for Christmas, but it has all the right colors and flavors, might as well.”
I walk toward her and immediately get a whiff of something deliciously sweet. “Yum, what is in this?”
“Pomegranate juice, orange juice, cranberry juice, sparkling wine, red wine, and fruit to garnish. I add in a few cinnamon sticks to give it an extra kick. It’s so fucking good. Want a taste?” she asks, bringing the ladle to my lips. I reach up on my tippy toes to reach the ladle, slurping up the clear red drink.
A clash of flavors hit my tongue, and I can’t believe how good it is. “Oh my God Avery, this is so good.” She slurps the excess from the ladle herself.
“Mmm,” she moans. “Perfection.”
“Ahem.” We hear a throat clear and turn to find Zane standing in the archway. “Drinking this early, ladies?’ he asks, his brows raised in disapproval. He looks sexy without trying hard, wearing jeans and a long sleeve navy flannel.
“Just tasting it to make sure it’s perfect for tonight,” Avery says, jumping to her feet. She scoops up another ladle of punch and walks over to Zane, bringing it to his lips.
“Want a taste?” she asks, and although her back is turned to me, I can picture the flirtatious look on her face as she awaits his response. Avery’s standing with her hips pushed outward, flaunting the tight corduroy skirt barely covering her ass.
Zane says nothing, he simply lowers his mouth allowing Avery to bring the ladle to his lips. He slurps loudly, licking his lips as he focuses his attention on her lips, managing to not ogle her in that sexy outfit. “It’s perfect,” he utters, watching her with an ardent gaze. His eyes travel behind her, meeting mine. “Absolutely mouthwatering.”
* * *
“Ugh,I don’t know which one to wear!” I shout as I stare at the two outfits laid out on my bed. Avery walks into my bedroom, clearly thinking my loud shouting meant something graver. She walks over to the bed, dressed in a black silk robe and red fuck me heels, her hair combed into gorgeous dark red waves cascading down her back. Her makeup of course, is on point - bold red lips, a shimmering nude eyeshadow, and a dark green liner outlining her eyes extending out into a small wing on the outer corner of her lid. I’m taken aback by how stunning she looks.
“Wow Avery, you look so hot,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
“Why thank you baby, you look beautiful and sexy as always.” I blush, surely increasing the already pink tint of the blush on my cheeks. I went for a more glam look than I’m used to - dark shadow that makes my blue eyes pop, and a light pink shade on my lips.
We came upstairs a couple hours ago, both needing showers and enough time to make ourselves look, well fuckable. Avery’s words not mine.
After setting up the table and baking the dessert, Avery and I watched The Nightmare Before Christmas, Avery’s choice, while Zane went into town for some last-minute grocery shopping. This gave me a chance to wrap Zane and Avery’s presents. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they open them tonight.
Another Christmas tradition of ours, Christmas presents are opened at midnight on Christmas Eve. Technically, it’s already Christmas morning.
“Let’s have a look,” Avery says, picking up the dark green velvet dress with a plunging cowl neckline, and thin straps. It’s the most provocative dress I’ve ever bought, and I’m not sure it even fits right seeing as I bought it online months ago and have yet to try it on again. It’s that one, or a black satin one with an off the shoulder neckline. They’re both about the same length, just above my knees, but the green one is more fitted and emphasizes the slight curve of my ass.
Avery turns to me, her smile widening as she stares. “This one,” she says. “No questions asked. You are going to look so fucking edible in this dress Chloe.”
“That’s the plan. What about you? What are you wearing?” I ask, hoping she’ll give me a glimpse of what’s underneath her robe. I know she’s probably not dressed yet, but here’s to hoping.
“Red, of course. Red silk. It's a simple one, plunging neckline, V-shaped back ending just above my ass.” She lowers her robe, revealing the blood red dress that was made for her. It’s perfectly fitted, tightly wrapping over every one of her curves, ending just under her ass. It is simple like she said, but on Avery everything looks like it was made for her.
I instantly notice she’s not wearing anything under it, there’s just no way.
She advances toward me, “What do you think?” she asks, twirling around for me. I clench my thighs together, feeling my arousal pooling in my panties, while my breathing turns heavy as she locks eyes with me. Fuck she looks so damn sexy.
“Avery,” I murmur, and I know she can hear the arousal in my voice.
