"Weee!" Estelle hollered giddily as she whirled around while staring straight up at the mistletoe that was dangling just inches above her. Her red and green skirt had been lifted up by the air flow, revealing her black lace panties. With her black baby doll t-shirt tucked into her skirt, it appeared as though the panties and shirt were one article of clothing.
"Sweetheart, you've been there for, like, fifteen minutes," Amelia called over to her from the kitchen, "how long are you going to stand- er, spin there?"
"Until Sophia gets her cute little ass out herrreee!" with that, the whimsical brunette lost her balance and slumped to the floor clumsily. "Ow."
Just then Sophia emerged from the bedroom, carrying a candle with one hand while protecting the flame with her other. She was wearing an over-sized pastel blue sweater that barely covered her thighs. The site of her plainly visible panties, which were just a shade darker than her shirt, caused Estelle to stop in mid-recovery.
"What was that crash? Oh, Estelle!" Sophia made a move to assist Estelle, but stopped when she was waved back.
"You stay right there! I have something for you. Hold please."
Amelia watched with great amusement as Estelle tried to find her footing when clearly her world was still spinning. Estelle pushed herself off of the floor with both hands, only to fall back down again. She hung her head in defeat and let out a meek, "help." Her rescuers made no secret of the fact that they found great entertainment value in Estelle's silly behavior, for they could hardly find the strength to pull her up from laughing so hard.
"Thank you," Estelle said politely as she curtsied, then commanded to her dark-haired girlfriend, "You. Mistletoe. Now." Sophia did as she was told and walked back under the mistletoe, and turned around in time to meet Estelle's lips. As always, she was quite powerless against her lover's advances, and returned the gesture by wrapping her arms around Estelle's neck. She savored any opportunity to bask in Estelle's affection. A subtle moan escaped her mouth as Estelle placed her both hands under Sophia's sweater and squeezed her buttocks.
"Mmm... you taste like mint," Estelle observed, "And Amelia. Minty Amelia-Sophia goodness."
"Well, Amelia was waiting for me under the mistletoe earlier... apparently for, like, fifteen minutes." Sophia responded.
"Oh really?" Estelle said with conviction as she turned to look at her red-haired mistress, who simply smirked back.
"Did I mention that I love your new jacket?" Sophia said to Amelia as her eyes took in Amelia's burgundy snap front jacket, accompanied by tight black jeans.
"Why thank you. Now come, I have presents," Amelia announced. She took both of her girls by the hand and led them over to the Christmas tree, then motioned for them to sit with her. "Every year, Estelle and I like to open a single present on Christmas Eve. However, since you are new to the family, this year Estelle asked if we could do things a bit differently." With this explanation, she handed one present to each of the girls.
"Yay!" Estelle exclaimed as she ripped the wrapping off of her package to find a bottle of Chardonnay. Sophia took a bit longer to open hers, for she carefully pulled off each piece of tape. When all of the pieces were safely unfastened, she pulled out a black velvet blindfold. Estelle couldn't help but giggle at Sophia's puzzled expression.
"It's a game," Amelia stated matter-of-factly. "See, usually one of us blindfolds the other person, then the other takes her finger and draws on her tummy. The one with the blindfold has to guess the shape. Do you understand?" The patented 'Sophia-in-Wonderland' look on her face assured Amelia that she did not understand. "Don't worry, we'll show you. But since there are three of us, I've given Estelle permission to take the reins."
"Oh dear," said a concerned Sophia, "there are reins?"
"No silly," Estelle interjected, "I'm usually the one getting drawn on. This year, I get to be on top, too! Now then, this will have to come off," she continued as she tugged at Sophia's sweatshirt. Without waiting for an answer, Estelle grabbed the bottom of the knitted fabric and pulled upward. Sophia lifted her arms obediently, letting her breasts be exposed freely. Her nipples were instantly hard without the insulation of her shirt.
"Now put this on," Amelia continued as she handed Sophia the blindfold. Sophia stretched the elastic on the back of the mask and placed it over her head, resulting in her eyes seeing nothing but pitch black. Amelia placed her hands on Sophia's shoulders and gently pulled her back until she was lying on the floor.
Estelle grinned mischievously at her red-haired lover and opened the bottle of Chardonnay. Amelia reached behind the tree and pulled out two wine glasses, holding them up for Estelle to pour the drink into. They lightly clinked their glasses together, took their respective sips and set them on the table next to them.
"Ready?" Amelia asked a slightly nervous Sophia.
"Um, yeah. I think so."
"Don't worry, you'll do fine. I'll draw, you guess. If you guess correctly, Estelle will reward you."
With that, she dipped her index finger into her wine glass and allowed a drop to fall onto Sophia's body. The blindfolded girlfriend inhaled deeply as the cold liquid touched her skin, making her stomach muscles contract. Amelia smirked playfully before placing her finger on Sophia's tummy and drawing a shape.
After a moment, Sophia ventured a guess. "Is that a heart?"
"Mmm, correct," Amelia answered before nodding to Estelle. The eager brunette dropped her head onto Sophia's tummy and let her tongue follow the trail that had just been drawn by Amelia. This caused her dark-haired lover to whimper at the unexpected moisture. The heat of Estelle's breath on her skin made her quiver slightly.
Again Amelia traced her fingers along Sophia's stomach, pausing to put a little extra wine in her belly button. Sophia's hips shifted automatically at the sensation of her lover's finger moving closer to her sex. She felt her panties becoming moist with anticipation.
"Well? Care to venture a guess?" Amelia asked, for Sophia had been too caught up in her arousal to answer.
"I... I think it's a Christmas tree."
"Ooh! Very well done! Estelle, if you may," Amelia placed her palm out to Sophia's body invitingly.
Estelle was only too happy to oblige as she licked every spot that had wine on it. Her tongue stopped at Sophia's belly button, lapping repeatedly until all of the amber liquid had been absorbed. "Oh... oh God," Sophia whispered as she squirmed with delight.
Once more she felt the cold trail of wine on her stomach. "It's a mistletoe," Sophia proclaimed with confidence.
"I'm sorry, that's the wrong answer," Amelia announced while winking at Estelle. The brunette smirked and grabbed a candle from the table next to them. She held it over Sophia's chest, and tipped it so that the hot wax would drip between her breasts.
"Holy fuck!" Sophia cried out as the sizzling nectar-like substance touched her bare skin. It took her a moment to catch her breath, but she found that, once she got over the initial shock, the acute sultriness was actually quite stimulating
Before she could fully recover from that last round, she felt Amelia's finger press against her chest. It circled around her nipple teasingly before disappearing momentarily. It soon re-appeared, freshly dipped, on her other breast.
"Oh, that's a... um..." Sophia began, but lost her train of thought as she felt both Amelia's and Estelle's open mouths press against her soft breasts. "Oh... I can't think..."
Estelle made a small approving noise as she sucked at her lover's erect nipple. After every drop of wine had been consumed, Estelle lifted her head and said, "Game's over, dear. You won." After Amelia had finished with her side, Sophia made a gesture to get up, but felt a hand on her chest.
"Whoa, where do you think you're going, sexy? I didn't say we were finished with you yet." Estelle stated firmly as she pushed her back down. "And don't even think of removing your blindfold."
"You say 'Yes Mistress'," Estelle commanded.
"Hey! I never gave you permission to go that far." Amelia warned.
Estelle gave an apologetic look to Amelia, then lowered her head and said "I'm sorry, mistress."
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