Judith and Ginny broke up. But then Christmas came. (The weekly Quickie Contest)
|Ginny called, despite the break-up. She surprised me, but I felt excited, butterflies in my stomach.
“What do we do about Christmas? Do you think we can be together without throwing things at each other? I hate it when we are like that.” She slurred in my ear.
“I don’t know; we fight all the time. Is there a chance we can work things out without any bickering? Otherwise, it’s no use. But I missed you too. It’s been three weeks.”
I couldn’t help myself. “Have you been drinking?”
“Yes, I had to find the courage to pick up the phone. Don’t be a bitch now. I called you, didn’t I? What do you think?”
She sighed. “Judith, I want us to be together during the holidays. Is there a chance of meeting each other half-way? Say, we spend Christmas together and fight over our differences later, in the New Year?”
“Sounds cool. It wouldn’t be the same without you, anyway.” I admitted.
The rest of the phonecall was lovey-dovey as usual. I was so pleased we were talking again. I really felt devastated after our break-up, lost, and out of place. After all, we were an item for the better part of one year.
So, I bought an ice-cooler with ice-cubs. I knew she loved to drink her tequila on the rocks. I was in anticipation of her and the I-make-it-up-to-you present she would come up with.
Hell, I just was glad to see her again.
And she looked stunning on Christmas Eve. A simple black dress that brought out her slim figure perfectly. Her hair in a bun, leaving her neck and shoulders free. I couldn’t help staring. My mouth was dry, and I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins.
She came with a box when she entered the room, put it down, and looked at me.
What blue eyes, I felt invigorated.
I lifted her and swung her around.
“You’re back!” I could not be in a better place right now.
“Put me down, you fool,” she muttered with a faint smile.
We talked, we cried, we danced and kissed. It was as if nothing had happened. And we decided to solve our issues in the New Year. Tonight would be our night.
“What’s with that box, anyway?” I asked.
“Oh, my God,” she yelled. “I forgot about that. I hope nothing happened. Oh, lord…” and she spurted to the hallway to fetch the box.
“This is for you,” she smiled the most loving smile. “Actually, it is for both of us—something to bicker about.”
I opened the box, and there was the most adorable puppy in the world. I instantly fell in love with the little creature.
“I love it, ” I kissed her. We can fight about who in which week to house him, later. But first, how do we name him?
“I thought, Eugene, ” she smiled. “With both our names phonetically spelled. Ju-dith and Gin-ny! What do you think?”
“You are so smart,” I glowed.
We played with the puppy for a while, and after that, Eugene fell asleep in the comfy chair. A lovely sight.
But even more adorable was Ginny.
Loose hair now, and red-cheeked after her fourth tequila. She beamed.
I slowly undressed her and laid her on the couch. That’s when I told her about my gift.
“An ice-cooler? How romantic.” She sniffled.
“But you don’t know what I am going to do with it.” I grinned.
“Surprise me,” she stretched her beautiful body.
I picked up an ice-cube and touched her mouth. Her lips parted, and she sucked in the cold.
Then without any haste, I traveled down to her breasts, tummy, and navel. With each stroke, the ice cubes melted, leaving a trace on her skin.
I followed with my tongue.
“Do you like it?” My voice sounded hoarse.
“I like,” she said.
I stretched out her legs and put an ice cube inside her pussy. She shivered. Before I went down, I took a quick sip of her tequila.
On the rocks, as she wanted.
It was the best Christmas in years.
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