The Gifts of Summer
Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Squirting, Water Sports, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism,

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This series picks up where "Summer" left off. Here the real story of Summer begins to take shape when three of her boyfriend Jake's lifelong friends come to visit over the Christmas holiday season. Summer is truly in her element playing host to a houseful of attractive, warmhearted men who share an unbreakable bond. When the true nature of her spellbinding beauty comes to the fore, all their lives are changed forever.

"If I were all yours, you would still want me to dress this way around other men ... even your friends?"

That was the million-dollar question, and it had always been the defining element of our relationship.

My very own Isla Fisher look-alike exhibitionist, Summer was pure crazy enthusiasm. Blessed with an insatiable lust for flirty adventures, she had wild auburn hair, a criminally sexy body, and an enchanting smile that could melt even the coldest heart. Always ready with a kind word, eager to share her joyous spirit, her fun-loving motor seemingly had no redline.

I was hopelessly addicted.

We met when I was renting a place with her former boyfriend, and from our very first moment together she loved to flirt with me. Right from the start we established a nice little teasing relationship, then we became lovers. Always, though, her main question centered on the issue of whether I would really still want her to dress so sexily and be so flirty around other men if she were mine?

Well, we were about to find out.

Having left her boyfriend to be with me, we were fortunate to find a semi-affordable three-bedroom rental house near the beach. The thing is, yes, we were together, but we didn't have any roommates for her to flirt with while bopping around in her skimpy clothes. That's really where she wanted to see if I was full of shit, since she no longer doubted that I loved the way she dressed for going out. Clubs, concerts, dinners? The beach, the museum, or the park? People we didn't know? No worries. We'd done plenty of that already as a couple, so she knew that at least where showing her off in public was concerned I'd been telling the truth. Her issue was she wanted to find out whether I'd also been telling the truth about how I would still want her to dress so sexily and be her normal flirty self around roommates, or even my friends.

We were deeply in love, and very happy together. Her innate playfulness meant she was always coming up with new ways for us to have fun, and a large part of our happiness had to do with the fact that I loved her teasing games. She could do 'serious' when the occasion called for it, but that really wasn't who she was. A child at heart, her greatest joy came from making people laugh and feel good. An inveterate flirt, she couldn't help but try to have a blast with everyone she met.

She was admittedly both intrigued and excited by my desire for her to enjoy being herself, including playing her sexy games. In her experience this was an entirely novel concept, and it quickly became the glue in our relationship. Her other boyfriends had always tried to control her, wanting to suppress her natural playfulness and flirty nature out of fear of losing her to some other man. That was the exact opposite of how I felt. I wanted her to be as free and crazy as possible. I loved when she was bouncing off the walls with happy, flirty energy, and the more she saw that attitude from me, the happier she became.

A definite win-win situation, I'd say.

Her basic question, however, was about to receive its answer. A confluence of events meant we were to be hosting three of my four best friends over the Christmas holiday season, which meant Summer and I would finally enter the 'test phase' of our relationship.

My other best friend, Sonny, was getting married. He and I had grown up together, having been friends since the age of seven. He was a Sikh, and his family had managed to rope him into an arranged marriage. Of course I was going to attend his wedding ceremony, as were Dave, John and Aaron. The five of us played baseball together in high school and had remained friends into our adult lives. There was no way we weren't going to be there when Sonny tied the knot.

Truth be known, we also wanted to watch the USC-Oklahoma national title football game. For once in our adult lives, we wanted to be in the same room together when USC played for the championship. Using Sonny's wedding as our excuse, it was decided that the guys would stay at my place during the week of Christmas and on through the New Year, all the way up to the big game on January 4th. That meant they'd finally get to meet Summer. Conversely, it meant Summer would play hostess to a houseful of my friends ... for nearly two weeks.

'This ought to be interesting, ' I thought, grinning to myself.

"Oh my god! Really? They're all going to stay here? Baby, that's awesome! I'm so happy for you!"

When I told her the news, of course Summer was never going to respond any other way. It was just impossible not to love her. Plenty of other women would've instantly fretted over the imposition, not to mention the possibility of being ignored during the holidays. Nope, not Summer. She was out of her mind with excitement, and it was so genuine. All she could talk about was how great it was that my friends and I were going to be able to spend an entire New Year's Day watching football together. She couldn't wait to see what sorts of "adorably juvenile" things we would do to each other, and she thought it'd be a blast to go to a Sikh wedding, especially as an honored guest.

At no point did either of us ever mention the prospect of Summer spending nearly two weeks alone in our house with me and my friends. What she might wear or do given such a golden opportunity to test me were subjects never broached. She was just thrilled to death over how much fun we were all going to have over the holidays, and she was dying to meet the guys.

"Dude, I fuggen hate you," John said, taking Summer's hands while looking over her shoulder at me. "What on earth is a gorgeous creature like this doing with a dork like you?"

It was December 24th, Christmas Eve, and Summer and I had gone to the airport in the early afternoon to pick him up. We were doing our introductions at the baggage claim at L.A.X.

"Be nice to him! He's the reason we're all here, you know. And it's great to meet you too," smiled Summer, giving John a big hug, but only after she stuck her tongue out at him for saying such a "mean thing" to me.

John gently returned her hug, his hands drifting to her lower back. Because we were enjoying an unseasonably warm late December, Summer wore only a short, light sundress and a pair of three-inch heels. Her smooth, tanned legs were bare, but in a concession to it being " ... that time of the month ... sorry, baby!" she also had on a tiny pair of white cotton thong panties.

When we arrived back at the house, Dave and Aaron were already there, having driven in from parts unknown. Finally, all five of us were together in our living room.

"C'mon you guys, group hug!" grinned Summer.

We all looked at each other for a moment. "Okay!" I said. Forming a tight circle around her before moving in closer to squeeze her between us, the four of us started bopping her around.

"Not me, you idiots! Hug each other!" she giggled, laughing as she was pinballed from one guy to the next.

"Aaron, grab her feet!" laughed John, and Aaron immediately understood the plan. Dave and I moved to either side of her, and before Summer knew what was happening Aaron and John had tossed her high in the air! She squealed in shock, then she laughed with glee when we all caught her in a basket of arms. "Again!" barked John, and we tossed her into the air a second time. Her dress flew up over her hips, exposing her sheer panties. When she landed in our arms, her large breasts bounced crazily, and a button popped open. She'd already left the top two unbuttoned anyway, revealing a nice bit of smooth cleavage, so when that next one came undone it left her dress open to the bottom of her braless breasts. Though nothing too serious was showing, she was a gloriously disheveled sight as she lay laughing, panting and squirming in our arms, her tiny panties shining like a beacon beneath her flipped-up skirt.

"Let me down, you big galoots!" she giggled, and we all set her down. She stood with her hands on her hips, grinning as she tried to catch her breath. "Okay, guys, first rule: Playing with your Summer is allowed and even encouraged, but just be careful with her. A Summer is a fragile toy, so please don't break her!"


"Perish the thought."

"We're always careful with our toys."

The obligatory assurances from the peanut gallery given, Summer just giggled at them. "I think I like your friends, Jake. They're all completely retarded!"

"Hey!" they said, almost simultaneously.

I was about to say, "Uh-oh, now you did it..." but before I could even get it out they'd pounced on her again, attacking like a pack of wild wolves!

"Aaaaeeeeiiiii!" she squealed, collapsing to the carpet in front of the couch when they all swooped down on her, tickling her everywhere. "I didn't mean it! Stop! Aaaaaeeeii! Ahahahahaha!! Stop!Stop!Stop! I'm sorryyyy!" she shouted, rapid-fire, and finally they let up on her.

"Jeez!" she said, shakily coming to her feet. Fully flushed, she was beaming gorgeously. "Guess I'm gonna have to watch what I say around you guys, huh?"

Panting while smoothing her dress, she was fucking ravishing. She glanced down, and if she noticed her top had come undone to well below her breasts, she didn't say anything. She didn't button it back up, though, either. All she did was give me a quick, furtive smile.

"Okay, she's a keeper! You done good," Dave said to me, and the others added their boisterous approval.

"Gee, thanks," grinned Summer. "All a girl has to do is get attacked by you barbarians, and you say Jake's found himself a winner. Nice. You guys are way too easy."

"Well," Aaron added, "it helps that you're also stupendously gorgeous, if you don't mind my saying so."

She gave him a fake southern-belle blush and a semi-sincere, "Thank you."

"Jake's also told us that you're the most fun woman he's ever met," John said, "which doesn't hurt your cause either. Fun is good. We like fun. We sort of look after each other, and we all have to agree on a girl or else the guy can't seriously date her. It's kind of our little rule."

He had an even smile, and she couldn't quite tell whether he was being serious.

"So, do I have the group's approval?" she asked, smiling uncertainly.

"Oh, I wouldn't go quite that far, not just yet," I chided. "One tickle-fest does not serious approval make."

"Let's just say you've definitely passed the preliminary rounds," chuckled Aaron.

Grinning, Summer folded her arms. "I swear, you guys are the weirdest group of knuckleheads I've ever seen. Okay, so how will I know when I've passed all your tests? Is there some kind of final exam? Will there be a cap and gown ceremony, with 'Pomp and Circumstance' playing in the background? Just so you know, if I do graduate, I'll want something a lot more fun than a silly sheepskin."

"Oh, I wouldn't sweat it too much," smiled John. "You've got a pretty good 'in' with the judges. I think they already like you."

"Hmmm, so I've got that going for me. Good to know, good to know..." she smirked, absentmindedly caressing her hips and tummy where the guys had been tickling her.

The guys played paper-rock-scissors to see who would get the two extra bedrooms. Aaron lost, so he got the couch. Dave and John high-fived each other, then Summer high-fived them too. Noticing Aaron mock-pouting, she breezed over and took his hand. "Ohhh, poooor Aaron, stuck out here on the couch all by his lonesome! I'll tell you what, sweetie. To ease your loneliness, I'll come out each night and give you some hot cocoa before tucking you in for beddy-bye, okay?"

"Hey, fuck that! I'll take the couch!" Dave said, and we all laughed.

"Too late, loser!" chortled Aaron, and Summer hugged herself against his arm. Reaching around her shoulders to hold her close, Aaron grinned when she pressed her breast into his side. Glancing down her sundress, I noticed he could see past her full, bare breasts and smooth tummy, all the way to her white panties. Though her nipples weren't showing, they were definitely erect, making obvious points through the thin dress.

Summer was clearly turned on. Pressing herself more firmly into his side, she gave him a warm, sexy smile.

Aaron smirked at Dave, who flipped him off.

It was 5:00 p.m., and I reminded everybody that we needed to start getting dressed for Sonny's wedding. The women in his family wanted me to bring Summer over early so they could get her ready for the ceremony. They were going to do her make-up and clothes in traditional Sikh style, which apparently was going to require a good bit of time. In particular, Sonny's little sister couldn't wait to cover Summer's hands and forearms in henna tattoos.

After dropping Summer off at Sonny's house, the four of us went to a sports bar near the wedding hall. With a couple of hours to kill before we were expected back at Sonny's place, we watched some football and played a few games of pool while catching up with each other's lives.

Finally, inevitably, the talk turned to Summer.

"Seriously, Jake," Dave said, "how did you ever land a catch like that? She's insanely gorgeous, plus she's an absolute blast. I don't know that I've ever met a woman with a better attitude. She's a total doll."

Dave was the serious one of the group. He was our baseball team's catcher, with a dark, brooding look and a muscular, stocky build. He owned a construction company, and due to the amount of hours he put into his work he'd always said that he just didn't have time for any serious relationships.

Once again I told them how Summer and I had gotten together, leaving out some of the more salacious details. Still, they shook their heads and whistled over some of our antics. They especially seemed interested in hearing about Summer's clothing choices.

John asked, "So, whatever happened to Bill? You never heard from him again even though you sort of skipped out on him, and Summer just up and left him?"

John was a bit of a stunted adolescent. He bounced from job to job and girlfriend to girlfriend, most of whom were beach bunnies, strippers, or both. The very definition of happy-go-lucky, he was our team's shortstop and probably the best-looking guy of our group, being a totally ripped six-foot-two, blond beach-bum.

"Before Summer took off for good," I said, "she wrote Bill a quick 'I'm outta here!' letter, telling him that she doesn't stay with people who cheat on her. She didn't leave any room for discussion, so I guess he just let it go. Myself, hell, he and I were never friends anyway. We were only roommates, and hardly knew each other. I gave him enough money to cover a few months of extra rent, and the note I left him was pretty straightforward. It was one of those deals where I simply said, 'I'm moving to a new place, so here's some extra rent to cover you for the trouble.' I never heard from him again, so I guess he was fine with it."

Aaron wanted to know whether Summer and I were serious, as in possible marriage-material serious. He was the star pitcher on our team. Tall and thin, he was in an on again-off again relationship with a cute blonde at his computer software company. It was mostly just a 'friends with benefits' situation, and apparently they both knew nothing was ever going to come of it.

"So, what do you think? Is she the one?" he asked.

They all leaned in to hear my response.

"Yeah," I said, "we're pretty serious. We don't have any set plans yet to get married, but I don't see anything that would stop us. We're definitely on the same page."

"You always did like flirty women with tons of attitude, and she definitely fits the bill," said Dave.

"Like you'd complain if you had a woman who looked and acted like Summer," grinned John.

"Nope, I'm not saying I would. I'm just saying Jake always gets along best with fun, flirty women, and she's definitely a really fun flirt. Not all guys prefer that kind of woman. A lot of people couldn't handle being with a girl like Summer."

"That's true," I said. "One of the things that always ruins Summer's relationships is the guy gets possessive and controlling with her. She's a free-spirit who likes to have fun, and most guys want to put her in a cage once they think they've landed her. They love how she is when they first meet her, and especially when they're dating, but soon enough they always change, becoming jealous and boring, she says.

"She's waiting to see if I'll do that, too. She told me early on that she was worried I was only encouraging her to 'be herself' because she was with Bill, not me. Maybe all I wanted was to get some cheap thrills off of someone else's girlfriend? She's always been dying to find out whether I'd really still want her to be that way around my own friends if she were mine. Now that we're together, we still talk about it. That's her huge question in this relationship."

"What do you tell her?" asked Dave.

"He tells her, 'Fuck yeah, go on with your bad self, woman!'" said John. "That's definitely what I'd tell her if she were mine."

"Yeah, pretty much," I said. "I told her, no, it wasn't merely a case of shooting for 'cheap thrills' with someone else's girlfriend. I let her know that I almost insist on my woman dressing to be as sexy as possible, and not just when we're alone. I made it really clear that I want her to get off on it too, and I said I'd hate it if she only did it when we're by ourselves together.

"She says she loves that I feel that way, and she definitely gets off on looking sexy and flirting. She would want to do it anyway, but it's even better when she's with a man who encourages it."

"Sounds like you nailed it with this girl," grinned John.

"I gotta ask, though," Dave said, ever the sober, cautious one. "How far? That has to be the obvious question. How far will she go, and how far does she want to go? More importantly, how far do you want her to go?"

"Seriously," I said, "we really haven't gone into much detail about it. My attitude is that as long as she's honest with me, and there's no sneaking around behind my back, then I'm pretty much fine with anything she does. We're having fun together. I want it to stay this way, and a big part of it is Summer likes to flirt and be happy. She's with me, and that's not going to change just because of some harmless flirting and sexy clothes."

"Okay then," Aaron said, finally addressing the nine-hundred-pound gorilla in the room, "what about us? How will you feel about her flirting and being sexy and all that with us?"

"That's really the biggest question, isn't it?" I grinned. "That's the one situation Summer specifically wonders about: How would I feel if she wore her sexy things and flirted with my roommates or friends? Not just strangers, but friends."

"So," John asked, "what do you think? In fact, how do we even play this? I mean, fuck, she's hotter than hell, but it's still gotta be 'Bros before hoes' and all that, right? I don't want you punching my face in just because she flirted with me, or whatever. Also, damn, you know I'll be totally checking her out. As gorgeous as she is, I won't be able to help it. What happens then?"

"No worries," I said. "All of you, no worries. Because she is hotter than hell, particularly when she flirts, I love watching her be sexy with people, and that includes you guys. I told her to go ahead and enjoy it. The main thing, and it's the only thing I ask so I won't have to punch anyone's face in, is that you always respect her. Respect her wishes, and respect her as a person. Yeah, she's hot as fuck, of course I realize that, but she's also a truly great girl, and she's the woman I love. Yes, we'll probably end up getting married. Nothing will change then, either. I'll still want her to be herself, and I'm obviously never going to tell you that you can't check her out. That's what I'm saying. You don't need to worry about it. Where you guys are concerned, hey, whatever she says goes, and whatever she says doesn't go, that's it, you stop right there. If she becomes uncomfortable for any reason, it's time to slow your roll. Otherwise, I want everyone to have a blast together."

"So you're okay with her playing around with us, with her flirting and all that, as long as she's the one who initiates it, right? I just want to make sure we're all on the same page here," Aaron said.

"Yes and no. Yeah, whatever she initiates, I'm fine with it. C'mon, though, I know you, and I know her. It's not like she'll be the only one who ever starts things. There's no way you guys aren't going to flirt big time with her at some point, and that's cool. She'd probably be disappointed if it was all her. I'm sure she'd hope that you'll be as friendly and affectionate to her as she is to you, right?"

"She sure seemed fine with all of us tickling her and tossing her in the air," offered Dave, nodding thoughtfully.

"Yep," I said, "she definitely ate it up. Then again, honestly, what girl wouldn't enjoy being the center of attention of four studly douchebags like us?"

We all laughed, then John added, "Still, I can't believe you landed her. That is just total bullshit! Christ, does she at least have a fuggen sister?!"

The wedding reception was a riot. John and his over-the-top Rico Suave dance moves managed to amuse all the strait-laced Sikh women to no end, and everyone got a big kick out of seeing Summer made up to appear Indian. They'd decorated her in royal blue silk head to toe, including blue silk pumps and a blue sari atop blue silk pants. She wore a sheer wrap around her auburn hair, and they'd darkened her make-up to where she easily could've passed for a Sikh. The henna tattoos on her hands and wrists were a huge hit, and Sonny's grandmother had even insisted on Summer wearing a bindi dot on her forehead, signifying a married Sikh woman. When we all met up at the wedding hall, Sonny's grandmother - with prodding winks - went out of her way to point out Summer's bindi to me, telling me seventy-three times what it meant.

Subtle, those Sikh grandmothers.

Once Sonny and his young British bride completed their seven laps around the little ceremonial temple, they were officially married. Eager to get them started on their month-long honeymoon trip to Mombasa, Kenya, their parents hurried them outside and piled them into a waiting limo. They took a moment to wave final goodbyes to all their well-wishers before Sonny's goofball father sarcastically slammed the door closed, and off they went.

Even though the festivities were over, everybody was still in a partying mood when we arrived back at the house. The guys changed into variations on the t-shirt and sweats or shorts theme, then we all settled in by the lighted pool.

"Drinks, guys?" Summer asked, poking her head through the sliding-glass patio door.

"Beer!" they all shouted.

"I'll grab my own," I said, getting up to go into the kitchen and help her.

Once I was in the kitchen, I was met by the sight of Summer bending down into the fridge, her ass directly facing me. She was only wearing a tight white belly-shirt along with a tiny pair of red and white nylon running shorts. Smiling to myself, I noticed that she'd obviously ditched her bra and panties, which I gratuitously went ahead and confirmed by running my hand over her breasts before slipping it between her legs.

Looking over her shoulder, she gave me a big grin. "Mmmm, aren't you the lucky boy? My period ended today."

I continued to stroke her clearly visible slit from behind, enjoying the feel of her soft, moist warmth.

"Jake, you better stop that. You're going to make me even hornier than I already am."

"Yeah? So? And that would be bad, how?" I asked, smiling as the thin nylon moistened through to the point where I could rub my fingers together and feel her wetness.

"So, here..." she said, slipping aside the narrow strip of material that only barely covered her pussy. Arching her back and pressing against my hand, she guided my fingers into her steaming wet slit. "Mmmm, yes, fuck me," she moaned.

Spreading my fingers, I used the middle one to rub her clit while caressing her adorable asshole with my thumb. She jerked when I touched her swollen bud, then she hissed, "Hurry, before they come looking for us. Make me cum!"

When I pressed my thumb deep into her asshole as I squeezed her clit between my ring and middle fingers, her beautiful pussy went into sweet little spasms. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Unnnhhhhh..." she moaned, creaming my fingers while moving her ass in slow, languid circles.

"Mmmm, thank you, baby, that was just what I needed," she purred, smiling happily over her shoulder once she was finished cumming.

I slid her tiny covering back over her drenched pussy, then I helped her with the beers. Together we carried drinks and snacks out to the guys, who were all relaxing on our patio's lounge chairs.

"Man, Summer, you should've worn that to the wedding!" grinned John, his appreciative gaze shifting back and forth from her erect nipples showing through her semi-sheer top to her silky wet sex and the explicit camel toe it was making in her skintight shorts.

"This would not have been appropriate attire for a formal wedding ceremony, sir!" she giggled, then she placed a tortilla chip on his head and crushed it with her palm.

We all laughed as John tried to brush the crumbs out of his shaggy hair. Plucking a slice of lime from his beer, he threw it at Summer, obviously aiming for her exposed cleavage. He nailed it, and the lime wedge slid down her shirt.

"Ooh! That's cold!!" she squealed, shimmying her waist and shaking her tits as she tried to dance it down her shirt. "You're gonna pay for that one!" she growled playfully.

"I'm good for it," John smirked.

"Better watch it, babe," I said to Summer while nodding towards John. "I think you caught a live one there."

"It was the bait," he said. "What fish wouldn't be a sucker for her?"

Summer grinned and made a silly face, sucking her cheeks together. Leaning over until she was nose to nose with him, she pursed her lips into a vertical Cupid's bow and started opening and closing her mouth, imitating a goldfish. Laughing, he reached up and pinched her nose shut, causing her to splutter and giggle. While still giggling, she intentionally tipped her drink over, making him jump from the cold splash in his crotch.

"Now your debt is paid!" she crowed.

Later on we were all in the den watching a movie and commenting on our Christmas decorations when Summer got up to go to the bathroom. Upon her return, she ran into Dave in the hallway as he was heading towards our other bathroom.

"Uh-oh," Aaron said to them with a little laugh. "Check it out!"

"Check what out?" Dave replied.

"Look up," he said, and Summer and Dave looked to where he was pointing, which was to the hallway's arched entrance.

Turning to me, Summer laughed, "When did you put that up?"

"You mean 'those' up," I said, and everyone laughed as I pointed to the front door, the kitchen entrance, the patio door, the hearth, the Christmas tree, and the light fixture hanging over our living room set.

One evening while Summer was showering after we'd decorated the Christmas tree, I'd placed mistletoe all throughout the house. We'd set up our Christmas decorations on the first day of December, long before I knew we'd be having my buddies over for the holidays, and I'd completely forgotten that I'd hung mistletoe everywhere.

"You did this on purpose," Summer said with a wide grin.

"Of course I did. I just didn't know we'd be having all this company!"

"Suuuure..." she grinned, with her hand on her hip. Turning back to Dave, her accusing grin morphed into a coy smile. "Okay, you, c'mere..." Draping her arms around his neck, she gave him a nice, sexy kiss. It wasn't an overly long one, as it probably lasted only ten or fifteen seconds, but it was definitely on the lips, and she eagerly pressed her breasts against his chest while flexing her calves to tiptoe herself up to his mouth.

When they finished their kiss, Dave just stood there, clearly a bit dumbfounded yet obviously very pleased.

Grinning sweetly, she swatted him on the butt. "Now go take your pee!" she giggled, and we all laughed.

As soon as she settled in beside me on the couch, Aaron pointed to the mistletoe hanging directly above us from the light fixture. With a happy laugh, she pulled me into her arms to give me a comical slurping kiss. Then, messily licking all over my face, she trailed her tongue from my chin to my eyelids. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, totally hamming it up, so I pinched her in the ribs, making her jump.

"See? I give him a sweet Christmas kiss, and what does he do? He abuses me! Fine! I know when I'm not wanted!" she giggled, getting up to go to the kitchen.

As she strutted away, Aaron stared lasers at the exposed curves of her mouthwatering ass peeking out from beneath her wispy shorts, then he turned to me with a big grin and just shook his head.

"Anybody want anything while I'm up?" Summer asked, turning back to us before she'd reached the kitchen.

"I got this one!" John said excitedly, and Aaron laughed. John raced through the dining room and into the kitchen, ahead of Summer. He quickly grabbed a beer from the fridge, then he pretended to walk casually out of the kitchen, timing it so that he ran into Summer right at the entrance. "Hey, look at that!" he said with a dopey grin, making a big show of suddenly noticing the mistletoe hanging over the archway.

Summer busted up laughing. "God! You guys are impossible! What, have none of you ever gotten a kiss from a girl before? Jeez! Okay, big boy, c'mon! Lay one on me!"

She took his beer from him and set it on the kitchen counter, then she stepped into his arms. Crossing her wrists behind his neck, she smashed her firm breasts into his chest. She smashed his lips just as hard, giving him the loudest, sloppiest, lip-smackin'est wet kiss ever! Moving her mouth back and forth, she made a cute "MmmmphMmmpppphMmmmph!" sound the entire time.

John slid his hand beneath her thin top, and she nearly jumped through the roof. "Cold!" she exclaimed. Reaching back, she took his hand that was still cold from holding the chilled bottle of beer and placed it directly on her barely covered ass, which she sexily wiggled for him. "That's better," she smiled. Attacking him with a fiery hot tongue-kiss, she grinned when he brought his other hand down to join the first one in squeezing her dancing bottom.

Then, just as quickly as she'd begun her attack, she ended it, releasing her grip around his neck. Sliding by him into the kitchen, she leaned into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

Seeing her bent over that way, so perfectly vulnerable, John took his chilled beer bottle and pressed it against her exposed tummy. With a shriek she jumped, making a colossal clattering sound when she bopped her head against one of the metal shelves in the fridge.

John turned tail and ran out of the kitchen, and Summer lit out after him, literally diving over the love seat to tackle him! She still had a water bottle in her hand, so she pulled his waistband out and shoved the cold bottle down his shorts!

We were all rolling, just laughing our asses off as she wrestled that bottle into his shorts. What with Summer struggling to hold one of John's wrists with her free hand while he was trying to block her bottle-holding hand with his other arm, they looked like two Brazilian jiu-jitsu fighters battling to submit each other.

"Go, Summer, go! Go, Summer, go!" we chanted, cheering her on as they worked themselves into a sweaty pile beneath us on the living room rug. Summer's top was pulled all the way up her back, and her tiny shorts were sucked deep into her writhing crack, exposing nearly every bit of her gorgeous ass.

When she finally succeeded in dumping most of the water into his shorts, we about died laughing.

John suddenly gave up on trying to block her arms, opting instead to change tactics. Letting go of her hands, he spun around and jumped on her back. He pressed down, beginning to tickle her, and she started kicking and screaming to get away. Rather than let her go, he simply picked her up and flung her over his shoulder as if she were an incredibly sexy sack of potatoes, then he turned and hustled her outside.

She was laughing and beating on him with her fists, at least until they reached the pool, then she started screaming, "No! No!" With a shout of evil glee, he just tossed her right in! She landed in what was basically a belly flop before coming up spluttering and coughing. Her hair was splayed wildly all over her head, and she was laughing like a lunatic as she screamed, "You DICK!"

John was standing smugly over her at the side of the pool, beaming in triumph. "That'll teach her to—" he started to say, turning back to us, and the next thing he knew he was flying into the pool himself after we all rushed out and shoved him in.

Happily jumping up and down in the shallow end, Summer was clapping and laughing as she shouted, "Yeah, take that, you big jerk! My men stick up for me!"

John finally righted himself, standing and laughing while pulling his shirt off. "Traitors!" he yelled at us. "Whatever happened to 'Bros before hoes, ' you assholes!"

"She's no ho!" Aaron said, laughing right back at him.

"You only wish I was a ho!" she said, laughing as she jumped on John's head to dunk him. Trying to hold him down as they thrashed around together, she literally climbed on his head!

He eventually came up spluttering and laughing again, with a crazy bombshell of a redhead draped all over him like some hot-as-fuck giant squid. "Fine, you're not a ho!" he shouted, still laughing while trying to extricate himself from the clutch of her lissome limbs.

"Say you're sorry!" giggled Summer, clinging determinedly to his head.

"Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he grinned, raising his hands in surrender.

"That's better," she cooed, finally slipping down his body. Once she gained solid footing, she leaned into him and pressed her face against his chest, panting as she tried to catch her breath. After a moment's pause, she reached up and pulled her wet, wild hair out of her face, sexily smoothing it back while thrusting her gorgeous tits out.

He just stared at her. We all just stared at her.

"See what you did, you brat. I may as well be topless now," she said, smiling softly.

"Yes, I do, and yes, you may as well be, and for that I'm not sorry at all," he grinned, his unflinching gaze never straying from her incredible breasts.

"You sure do take it to extremes when you want to make a girl wet," she said, returning his grin. "Couldn't you just try kissing me and squeezing my ass some more?"

As Summer stood with her back to us in waist-high water, it was obvious that her thin white top had become completely transparent in the bright pool lights. I could only imagine how amazing she must've looked to John.

He wasn't saying a word, though. He was still just staring.

"You know they say it's not polite to stare, but I guess you probably can't help it right now. Serves you right..." she smiled, turning to leave the pool. Holding her hair up and squeezing out the excess water as she climbed the steps, lord but did she ever look absolutely spectacular. Her back was arched, her stomach was taut, and her toned thighs and delicious ass were glistening with every smooth stride. When her breasts came shining into view, she proudly held her head high. Knowing they were virtually naked, she gave us a wry, sexy grin. Her long, thick nipples were fully erect. Such gorgeous areolas too, each a perfect light brown silver-dollar.

"Can someone grab me a towel, please?" she asked, standing before us with her arms at her sides, again smiling sweetly as we all gawped at her breasts.

She was a goddess.

While Aaron went into the house to fetch her a towel, she continued to wring her hair and smile as we stared at her.

When he returned with a plush bath towel, she said, "Thank you, sweetie. Just set it on the table, please." Turning her back to us, she pulled her top off and laid it atop a chair. Taking the towel, she vigorously dried her hair, making her breasts wobble enticingly. Her legs and ass looked positively heroic as she arched her bare back, her hip cocked to the side. It was simply amazing.

Once she was done, she wrapped the towel around her chest. With her hair again a wild, gorgeous mess, she took a peek back to check her coverage. Apparently satisfied, she reached beneath the towel and peeled down her tiny shorts before tossing them at Dave's feet.

"I'm going to go take a long, hot shower. If anyone needs me, just come get me," she said, turning to head into the house. Aaron was standing at the patio door, and when he stepped aside to let her by, they noticed the mistletoe hanging above them. "Be careful ... I'm very wet," she smiled, cupping his face and kissing him. Aaron hesitantly hovered his arms around her waist, uncertain as to where to lay his hands as Summer continued to kiss him. Slowly, sensually, with none of the comic effect of her previous mistletoe kisses, she made out with him for quite a long time, slipping her tongue into his mouth while pressing her entire body against him. Letting her warm breath linger on his lips before reluctantly ending the kiss, she quickly took off through the living room.


More silence.

"She's got my vote," Dave finally said, the awe plainly evident in his voice, and we all chuckled nervously.

"Holy ... wow..." added Aaron, unconsciously reaching up to touch his lips where she'd kissed him so hotly.

"Dude..." said John, staring blankly at us.

"Baby, it's midnight, so it's officially Christmas now. Let's light a fire, then we can open the presents."

Having finished her shower, Summer had rejoined us. John had also showered, and we were all watching TV in the den.

"I only need to open one present," I smiled, taking her hand.

"Oh? And which one might that be? You don't even know what I got you for Christmas," she grinned.

"I think I know which one..." Aaron said with a laugh.

Summer gave me a warm, loving smile. "Okay, baby. Light the fire, then you can open your present."

I started piling some kindling together, then Dave added a couple of larger pieces, and soon we had a nice crackling fire going. The room was lit by the combination of the blinking Christmas tree lights, a dozen Christmas candles placed all around the den, and the growing glow from the fireplace.

Summer stood barefoot before the fire, warming her hands. We were all gathered around her, watching the rising flames together. Along with a Santa hat, she was wearing a red cotton robe trimmed in white, with a green and white belt. The belt was tied into big loops, making it look like a large bow.

"Okay, grab a spot," she said to the guys, pointing to a bunch of blankets and throw pillows she'd spread around the base of the Christmas tree. Grinning, they took their places on the floor.

"You stay right here," she said to me. She wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled her face into my neck, then she purred, "Mmmm, our first Christmas together. Merry Christmas, baby. Would you like to open your present now?"

Nodding, I slowly tugged on her belt loop. She nuzzled deeper into my neck, purring with more passion. I tugged the belt until it popped, the two ends going slack. Kissing her soft hair, I reached down and separated the lapels of the robe. Sliding my hands up her sides until I reached her shoulders, I slipped the robe away. She shrugged against me, and her robe fell to the floor.

We all gasped.

Her arms at her sides, Summer stood before us in sexy Santa's Helper lingerie. Except for a white garter set high on her left thigh, her long, supple legs were bare. Her flawless ass and immaculate pussy were beautifully complemented by the tiniest of red satin bikini panties trimmed in white lace, with delicate bow ties on either hip. They were very loose panties, only loosely tied. Her belly button was also bare, as was her entire back. Her matching halter top was an enticing drape of red satin featuring straps that were nothing more than crimson strings. It hung extremely low over her chest, and there was no side coverage. Amazingly, her gorgeous breasts were almost completely out in the open, and if she leaned forward at all her plunging drape would fall away to expose her nipples too.

Posing demurely for us in her stunning lingerie, she may have looked even sexier than if she'd been totally nude.

She gave me the softest, prettiest smile. "I bought this to wear for our first Christmas together. I wanted tonight to be special."

"It's ... incredible," I said, awestruck.

"I hope you don't mind that I still wore it," she whispered, stepping back into my arms.

"God, no, I don't mind at all. I love that you wore it for us. Baby, you are truly beautiful, in every single way. Thank you for making this a perfect Christmas."

Reaching up behind me, she pulled down a sprig of mistletoe from over the hearth. Smiling invitingly, she held it above her head. "So you like your present?"

When I again wrapped my arms around her waist, she leaned in to give me a long, deep kiss. "Mmmm, this is the nicest mistletoe kiss so far. Touch me, baby," she whispered, finally breaking our kiss. Feeling my hardness pressing against her, she drove her hips forward, and I slipped my hands inside her dangerously loose panties. Coaxing the satin more than halfway down, I caressed her bare ass, and she moaned appreciatively into my mouth as her perfect bottom danced in my hands.

Upon sliding my fingertips back up to her waist I could tell that I'd left her ass exposed, and still she just kept moving her hips against me in those same maddeningly sexy circles.

"Merry Christmas, guys," John said.

I turned Summer to face them. "Merry Christmas!" we said together.

"It's just awesome that you're all here, sharing your Christmas with us. Thank you so much for making this the nicest Christmas ever," Summer said. Kneeling and leaning in to hug them one by one, she warmly kissed them on the lips. Bent at the waist that way, her ass was simply devastating, and her loosely hanging top offered a delectable view of her naked breasts.

"This top really doesn't keep me covered. I hope you don't mind," she smiled to John as he gawped yet again at her exposed breasts. When he just kept grinning, she gave him another kiss on the lips before cutely crawling on her hands and knees across the floor and back into my arms.

"Are you happy, baby?" she asked, leaning up to kiss me.

"I've never been so happy. I love you, Summer."

"Do I need to cover up?" She knew her ass was facing the guys, following the gift of her bare breasts she'd already given them with her hugs and kisses.

Returning her kiss, I said again, "I love you, Summer. Please don't cover up my beautiful Christmas present."

Beaming, she began to cry as she whispered, "Oh, god, Jake, I love you so much. Thank you, baby."

Holding each other close, we swayed back and forth in front of the fire. Finally I took her by the hand and turned her to face the guys again. Still beaming brightly, she giggled, "Okay, let's see what Santa brought everybody! It's time to open our presents!"

"Who goes first?" I asked, sitting us down together on some pillows beside the tree, with Summer perched sidesaddle in my lap.

"Since I'm the only one here who's certified by Santa himself to pass out presents," answered Summer, fluffing the official 'Santa's Helper' script on her Santa hat as proof, "I think you boys should let me do it!"

When she scooted off my lap to begin passing out the presents, we all just looked at each other.

"Holy fucking god," Dave whispered to me.

Let it be known far and wide that nobody passes out presents like our incredible little North Pole elf, Summer!

Our playfully sexy girl, she didn't simply climb down from my lap and sit at the foot of the tree, which would have easily enabled her to pluck the presents out and hand them to us from one stationary spot.

Nope. That's what any normal person might do.

Summer? She merely slid down off my lap and turned to face the tree. On her knees, her legs spread wide, she leaned way forward to grab each present from beneath the tree. Holding herself up on her elbows, her ass high in the air, her white garter tempting us to devour her, she remained locked in that position while reading the tags. Her panties didn't cover very much of her ass to begin with, and they'd become so loose that they were noticeably gapping. As she lay spread before us, I had a beautiful view of her flowering pussy flashing vivid scarlet, and I'm sure the others did too. I know we all could see her bare breasts swaying outside her top, and when she'd lift a bit to read a tag we could see her erect nipples. Once she would read the tag, she'd twist her body towards the recipient, giving those behind her the opportunity to drool over the sight of her bare back and exquisite ass. The recipient? He'd be treated to her naked breasts.

Back and forth she went, left and right, handing out presents - the sexiest Santa's Helper ever.

Of course the guys had brought the usual Guy Gifts. Dave gave each of us tickets to Laker games. Aaron gave us all software gifts and snazzy new phones, and he also gave Summer a certificate to a luxurious spa. John bought everyone rounds of golf. Summer and I had gone in together on a big LCD TV as our main Christmas gift to each other, plus I surprised her with some jewelry. We got the guys gift certificates to their favorite restaurants.

Summer gave them a sly wink as she handed out those certificates. They didn't understand the wink, and Summer said she'd explain later, then she jumped up and ran into the hallway. While we all watched her beautiful ass and bare back, she leaned into the hallway closet and began digging through a pile of miscellaneous crap before emerging with a ribbon-bedecked package shaped like a guitar case.

"No way," I said, totally stunned. "You didn't."

"Merry Christmas, baby! Open it!"

I pulled off the wrapping, and there it was, the signature tweed Fender case. I knew what I'd see once I opened it, and Summer was sitting upright on her knees, beaming a million-watt smile. Her ass was simply a crime, on such amazing display like that. Her thighs were miraculous, and her breasts were just so perfect, it was painful to behold. Still, as she sat before us anxiously waiting, it was her dazzling smile that thoroughly shattered me.

"Open it, baby," she said again, noticing that my stare was fixed on her beautiful face.

Even though I was bursting with anticipation, I forced myself to drag it out as long as possible. Closing my eyes, I clicked the locks and slowly raised the lid. Truly savoring the moment, I opened my eyes ... and I about died.

There lay a brand new Jeff Beck Stratocaster, gleaming brilliant white in the firelight.

I couldn't believe it. I was like the kid who discovered the golden ticket in his Willy Wonka chocolate bar. What an amazing gift, and she'd managed it without giving away the surprise. She'd never let on that she was thinking of getting it. She had never even hinted at it. No, she'd simply paid quiet attention whenever she saw me surfing online for guitars.

I stared at Summer, my heart breaking. I was speechless. My mouth was moving, yet no words were coming out.

Still on her knees, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. "I love you," she said, her eyes filled to overflowing.

"Dude!!" shouted John. "Enough, already! That settles it! All that..." he said, just sort of waving his hands towards Summer, " ... and all this..." he continued, gesturing around our living room to Summer's beautiful decorations, " ... and now she hits you with a new Jeff Beck Strat too? Look, asshole, either you marry this angel or I will!"

"Hear, hear!" Aaron said.

"Don't ever lose her," added Dave, and he was dead serious.

Summer just sat there, beaming; beaming at me, beaming at the guys, beaming at the ceiling to some faraway place. Caressing the guitar, she held it lovingly between her breasts.

Pulling her to me, I hugged the stuffing out of her. When I leaned down to kiss her, she was crying again. Her beautiful face was glowing, her eyes sparkling through her tears. Her gorgeous tears always ripped through me like lightning bolts anyway, but this time they completely destroyed me.

"Baby, I've never been this happy," she whispered, kissing me over and over.

"Jake, she is truly beautiful," Dave said, watching as I cradled her in my arms. He nodded, and I nodded back.

Turning to the guys, Summer said, "Wait, we're not done yet! There's still a little something else, sort of like those gift certificates, specifically for each of you. Here..." Literally crawling under the tree, she slithered on her stomach like the world's sexiest python.

Unable to resist, I leaned down and bit her luscious ass. Letting out a cute yelp, she giggled while blindly swatting at her attacker. She didn't even turn back to see who it was.

Now that was adorable.

Once she found what she was looking for, she slowly slid back out from beneath the tree, providing us with what may have been the most remarkable view of the entire evening. On her stomach, legs spread, hips high, it was like she was offering us her perfect thighs, her amazing ass, her divine pussy ... the whole universe.

"Oops," she giggled. "I guess I hid them back there further than I thought!" We were about to say something when, in explanation, she offered up three little gift-wrapped boxes.

She turned her attention first to Dave. "Having never met any of you before, I tried to tailor each gift based on the things Jake has told me about all of you. Believe me, I pried and pried for as much info as he could give me! David, this one's for you..." Smiling, she handed him a small green box.

Dave opened it, and inside there was a bed of baby's breath cradling a tiny scroll wrapped in gold ribbon.

"Summer, how on earth do you come up with this stuff?" I asked in admiration.

"Shhh..." she giggled.

Unrolling the tiny scroll, Dave traced a single fingertip over the elegant raised calligraphy before reading it aloud...


To our tireless constructor of dreams, my gift to you is an invitation to build your vision of the perfect Christmas holiday evening. You could choose a group activity, or maybe you'd prefer something more intimate involving just the two of us, leaving the others to sit around sucking eggs as they imagine all the fun we're having! Whatever you want to do, wherever you would like to go, simply lay the blueprint, and your wish will be my command.


Santa's Helper

She looked over at me, and I opened my arms to her. She held up her finger, as if to say, "Wait a second." Turning back to Dave, she gave him a warm smile. "Is this gift acceptable to you, Mister Construction Man?"

"Whatever I want? As in ... anything?" he asked in wonder.

"Yes ... anything and everything. Whatever you desire, we're going to do it, whether it's the whole group together or just the two of us on our own. It will be your night to do exactly as you please."

"That's an incredible gift, baby," I said.

Studying her for a few moments, Dave just smiled and shook his head. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"I'm happy, that's what I am! Okay, good, so you're happy too!" She clapped her hands excitedly, and while still on her knees she leaned over and hugged him, giving him another kiss on the lips.

There was that ass of hers again, with her panties barely maintaining any purchase. Driving me crazy, they were just sliding right on down.


"Mmmm ... very nice," she said, releasing him following a final long, wet kiss.

Smiling happily, she turned and handed a yellow box to Aaron. "Here's yours, sweetie."

He opened it, and inside there was the same baby's breath cosseting another scroll wrapped in gold ribbon. Similar to Dave's reaction, Aaron just stared at Summer before turning to me, shaking his head in wonder.

"I know," I said. "Believe me, I know. Sometimes I can't believe it either."

Turning back to gaze into her eyes, he said, "I never dreamed there could be a girl like her. She's just..." He leaned forward to touch her chin and kiss her on the cheek, then he read the scroll...


To our clever designer of software, my gift to you is an invitation to design something clever and soft for me to wear. We will be attending a formal New Year's soiree at the luxurious Loews Hotel in Santa Monica, and you shall dress me for the evening's festivities, decorating me as you please. Offering you my unadorned body, I will be your willing muse ... and your eager model. Let your imagination run wild, and I promise to follow.


Santa's Helper

Aaron looked up, his eyes narrow slits, then he smiled knowingly.

"Same rules apply?"

"Absolutely," she answered, returning his smile with a seductive grin.

"Anything and everything again? No questions asked? Nothing is off-limits?"

"Anything and everything ... whatever you want. No questions asked, and nothing is off-limits," she replied, flashing an even sexier grin.

"Nothing painful or illegal, though. That goes for you too, Dave," I added.

"Of course," they both agreed.

"Summer, what's this about a formal New Year's party in Santa Monica?" I asked.

That little imp, she actually laughed! "Oh, didn't I tell you? Why, it must've slipped my mind! Yes, baby, we're all going. We have a reservation for five for New Year's Eve, including dinner and dancing. Surprise!"

"You sneaky little devil," I grinned, again shaking my head in admiration.

"I think I like my gift," smiled Aaron, giving Summer a happy yet sinister look.

"I'm glad," she said, simply glowing. "I want you to love this Christmas. I want us all to love it."

Aaron held out his hand to her, and she leaned over to hug him, only to have him teasingly pull away. Grinning, he pointed above their heads.

"You sat here on purpose, didn't you?" she smiled, slipping into his lap to give him a kiss beneath the mistletoe hanging from the tree. "I'm glad you did..." she added, affectionately nuzzling his lips.

When Aaron took her in his arms, her body went completely soft and pliant. Stretching out across his lap, she lay back invitingly, and he kissed her again. Moaning just above a whisper, she cupped his face with both hands and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Cradling her with one arm, his free hand captured her hip, and she instantly arched her back. As their kiss grew in intensity, he tentatively caressed her bare stomach before sliding his hand over her hip and onto her smooth thigh, and her legs opened in response. Going beneath the garter, he began stroking long, sensual patterns up and down her silky skin, gently grazing her pussy at the apex of each pass.

Finally, he lifted from their kiss.

"Mmmm ... that was very nice too. Thank you for such a wonderful Christmas kiss," she said breathily, her eyes shining with desire. Subtly rolling her hips to increase the pressure of his fingertips against her satin-covered pussy, she gave him another kiss before saying again, "Mmmm-hmmm, very nice. Thank you for this."

"My pleasure," Aaron said, helping her back to an upright position.

Summer reached for the last box, which was red. Grinning, she handed it to John. "I'm pretty sure now that you'll especially enjoy your gift."

John opened it as Summer sat before him on her knees, her hands on her thighs, her ass resting atop her heels. She looked like an anxious puppy eagerly awaiting a command from its master; that is, if a puppy could ever be stick-a-fork-in-your-forehead gorgeous and sexy. Because she was arching her back while wearing panties that were barely hanging on, fully half of her deep divide was showing, and her hips were completely bare.

Again unable to resist, I leaned over and treated her exposed split to a playful lick and a kiss. She giggled, but didn't move, nor did she move when Aaron added a few kisses of his own to her naked bottom. She just glanced down and affectionately stroked his hair. "You boys are so silly," she said, smiling happily while watching his lips travel all along her inviting crevice. She caressed his face as he trailed his tongue through her sweet cleft, until finally he sat back up and gave her a lopsided grin.

"What's it say?" he laughed to John while still grinning at her.

John began reading...


To our rapacious lover of mirth, merriment and all things mischievous, my gift to you is an invitation to pick a game for us to play - any game your scandalous heart desires. In whatever you create we must all partake, yourself included, and I will do anything you say ... so no monkey business! Oh, okay, since it's Christmas, perhaps a little monkey business will be encouraged!


Santa's Helper

Summer wore a beautiful smile as she looked expectantly at John, who just grinned at Aaron while motioning with his hand. "Okay, throw it here."

When Aaron tossed him the mistletoe from the tree, Summer fell laughing to the floor. Lying on a pile of blankets, she giggled, "John, you big goof, it doesn't work unless it's hanging somewhere and we just happen to find ourselves beneath it! Besides, you don't need any mistletoe to kiss me. You were already entitled to a nice Christmas kiss."

She climbed up into his lap, straddling him while wrapping her arms around his neck. When she leaned in to kiss him, his hands went straight to her naked hips. Pulling back for a moment, she gazed into his eyes. "Merry Christmas, brat!" she grinned, then she leaned back in and bit his lip!

"Oww! Hey! That didn't feel very merry, or even the slightest bit Christmas-y!" he laughed.

"That's what you get for manhandling me and throwing me in the pool, you big jerk!" she giggled, then she leaned close and whispered, "That's also what you get for staring at my breasts in the pool. You knew they would show right through that skimpy white top, and you threw me in anyway. God, if only I'd been wearing some sexy white panties, too..." Wiggling her ass on his crotch, she grinned, "Ooooh, it feels like someone likes that idea!"

Kissing him again, she started sucking softly on his tongue while pressing her tits against his shirtless chest. One breast had escaped her top, and she made no move to cover herself. Her back was to Aaron and Dave, so they couldn't tell that she was drawing her bare nipple across his chest.

By that point her panties were about ready to fall off, and John was squeezing her naked bottom with both hands, so I doubt the two guys would've noticed her nipples anyway. They were far too busy staring at her incredible ass, which Summer was happily grinding on John's apparent erection.

Finally she broke the kiss, and John asked, "Any game I want? And you have to do it too, no matter what?"

"Yep. Whatever your fiendish imagination comes up with, I'll have to do it, and so will the others," she said, giving him one last nip on the nose.

Grinning, she climbed off of him and scooted back into my lap, pulling my arms around her waist as she turned to face the guys. Playfully grinding her ass again, she giggled, "Hey! Something's poking me!"

"Can't imagine why," Aaron deadpanned, and Dave clubbed him in the head with a pillow.

"What?" laughed Aaron, then John clubbed him too.

While they were busy clubbing each other like drunken stooges, Summer took that opportunity to lean back and press her lips to my ear. "I want you to make love to me, right here. That would be the perfect ending to the perfect Christmas Eve," she whispered.

Shifting in my lap, she waited until she had the guys' attention again, then she smiled at John. "Sweetie, it's just like I promised in your scrolls. Your gift, Aaron's gift, and David's too ... you'll see. Any game you come up with, I'll play it for you, all the way. Anything Aaron wants me to wear, I'll proudly wear it for him. Whatever David desires, I'm going to give it to him. This is my gift to you. I want you all to be as happy as I am, and I will do everything I can to make this a truly wonderful Christmas holiday for each of you."

Holding her close as she continued talking, I reached down and pulled my cock out through the leg of my shorts. When she felt it touch her ass, she lifted a bit, ostensibly to make us more comfortable. From the back, I nudged her tiny panties aside. She arched her hips, and I slid deep into her welcoming pussy.

"Mmmm, the best Christmas ever..." she purred, gasping softly as her silken warmth enveloped me. Leaning back to press her tongue into my mouth, she brought my arms around her waist again while slowly grinding her hips in my lap. We were just sort of gently rocking back and forth, quietly fucking, when she whispered, "It's Christmas Eve, we're making love, and your friends are right here with us. This is so beautiful ... such a perfect moment. Thank you, baby."

If the guys noticed what we were doing, they kept it to themselves. John lay staring off into space in front of the fire. Dave was reading his scroll, seemingly studying it for hidden clues. Aaron was looking at us, but his eyes didn't appear to be focused on anything.

I continued rocking us back and forth, back and forth, luxuriating in the heavenly sensations of fucking my beautiful Summer, so gorgeous in her wonderful little Christmas set.

"Cum with me," she whispered, her breathy voice covered by the sounds of the crackling fire. I felt her clench her ass and thighs to hold herself steady, her pussy melting as she came. Moaning into my mouth, she drenched my balls in her sweet cream.

Knowing I wasn't quite there yet, she panted, "Aaron's watching us fuck, baby. Do you think he realizes I'm cumming all over your beautiful cock? Is he wishing I was in his lap right now, my panties pulled to the side, his hard cock buried deep in my hot pussy?"

Oh yeah, that certainly did the trick. Just as she was finishing her orgasm, I flooded her pussy with my own, and she moaned her satisfaction into my mouth.

"Merry Christmas, Summer..." was about all I could manage in response, though I did kiss a new tear from her cheek.

While holding her in my lap, I grabbed her Santa's Helper robe and draped it around her shoulders. After tucking myself away and helping her from the floor, I said to the guys, "I think we're going to head off to bed now."

Giving me a quick kiss, Summer said, "I still need to get the sofa bed ready for Aaron, and I want to make sure David and John are all set up too. Go on ahead, I'll be there in a little bit."

"Okay then. Later, guys, I'll see you at breakfast. Merry Christmas!" I said, and off to bed I went.

Having ditched his shorts and t-shirt, Dave was only wearing his boxers when Summer knocked twice before coming in.

"Oh, sorry, I could've saved you the trip," he said, standing awkwardly by the foot of the bed. "I'm already all set up with a pillow, fresh sheets, and everything."

He was naturally shy anyway, and he felt a bit self-conscious in his boxers with Summer there, especially since he was still semi-hard from watching her all night.

"No biggie. I wanted to give you an extra blanket, just in case. Here..." she said, spreading it across the bed. Leaning and stretching, she tugged the blanket into place. She'd never closed her robe, so Dave couldn't help but see her bare breasts swaying outside her top every time she leaned over.

His cock was hardening again, and there was no easy way to hide it. 'Fuck it, ' he thought. 'You're a grown man. Quit cowering!' Taking the plunge, he gathered up a corner of the blanket and pulled it into place.

Summer noticed him staring at her naked breasts, and she also noticed his erection. She smiled to herself, but didn't say anything. Once they were finished putting the bed together, she knee-walked across it to give him a long hug. "Thank you for being here," she said softly into his chest.

"You're very welcome. You truly are a wonderful hostess," he replied, marveling at how magically perfect Summer felt in his arms, and at the power he knew she already held over him.

"Thank you, and it really is my pleasure. I love having you," she said, taking his hands and kissing him tenderly on the lips. "Sweet dreams, David," she smiled, squeezing his fingers, then she climbed off the bed and gently closed the door behind her.

Once Dave was sure she wasn't coming back, he slid beneath the covers and pulled out his rock-hard cock. Jerking himself to an immediate and very satisfying climax, he lay thinking of Summer before drifting off blissfully to sleep.

John was sitting up in bed when he heard a soft knock on the door. "It's open," he said, and Summer came in with her arms full of blankets. Laying the top one in his lap, she set the rest of the pile on the dresser.

"I thought you might like an extra," she said, picking up the blanket from his lap. Unfolding it, she flapped it loose, billowing it out and floating it over him.

She noticed he was simply staring at her breasts again. Grinning to herself as she spread his blanket, she realized he'd done the same thing when they were playing in the pool, and also when they were opening presents beneath the Christmas tree. Deciding that she absolutely adored his boyish honesty and utter lack of guile, she gave him a warm smile.

"That's a gorgeous outfit you chose for this evening," he grinned, finally saying something. "I gotta admit, I was surprised you wore it for us. I was also totally honored. I'm sure Dave and Aaron were too."

"It really is a cute outfit, isn't it?" she smiled, posing playfully for him. "I'm so happy that you like it."

"Summer, you're even more beautiful than Jake described. With the way he talked about you, my god, that would've been difficult to imagine, yet here you are. Seeing you in those sexy Christmas panties and that amazing top, there's nothing anyone could say that would ever begin to do you justice."

"Thank you, sweetie. I had to do it. I'd planned everything specifically for tonight, hoping to give Jake a nice surprise. I actually bought this a few months ago, long before I found out you were coming. At first I wasn't too sure about wearing this in front of everyone."

Having finished spreading the blanket, she flopped down on top of him. She held her head up with her hands, her face inches from his, her body pressing against him. Feeling his warm breath, she kissed him again. With their noses touching, she smiled, "I wasn't sure what to do, at least not until you nearly stripped me on the living room floor. When that wasn't enough, you managed to get me naked in the pool."

Grinning, she affectionately rubbed their noses together.

He laughed, "I did no such thing! You attacked me in the living room, and I didn't remove a stitch of your clothing in the pool. You were completely covered."

"Riiiight! Sweetie, you pulled my tiny shorts up into a total wedgie on the living room floor, baring my ass to everyone, and I was as good as topless in the pool, thanks to you. I figured, okay, since you all have already seen me practically naked, what would be the harm in wearing some pretty Christmas lingerie? When else was I going to wear it? I bought it just for tonight."

"Well, I think I can safely speak for Dave and Aaron when I say it was still a very big deal that you chose to wear your Christmas lingerie for us. We never could've hoped for such a beautiful sight, so thank you again."

"It was my pleasure. Thank you for my Christmas kisses too," she smiled, leaning in and kissing him again.

"You sure don't need to thank me for that. I like kissing you," he said, grinning as he kissed the tip of her nose.

"Then kiss me again," she said, breathing it into his mouth. "Kiss me as much as you want, as often as you want. I like kissing you, too," she continued, nipping at his tongue.

They kissed and kissed, sucking each other's tongue while making out for a solid few minutes. Wanting to take a moment just to look at him, she pulled back, and he quickly glanced at her bare breasts pressing against his chest. She lifted a bit higher, smiling as together they stared at her erect nipples. "My breasts must also think you're a great kisser," she grinned. "They're going to want us to kiss a lot more, you know, so let's make sure we're always beneath some mistletoe." Moaning into his mouth, she began tracing her aroused tips back and forth across his bare chest while hotly kissing him, until finally she forced herself to stop. Panting, she touched noses with him again. "God, baby, I could do this all night with you, but I still need to set up the sofa for Aaron, and Jake is waiting for me to come to bed."

He gave her another deep, wet kiss, making her moan on his tongue, then he looked into her eyes. "Before you go, could you leave your robe here with me? I want to keep it tonight, just to have a little bit of you with me while I sleep."

Touching his face, she stared in wonder. "For someone I just met today..." she said, again kissing him hotly, " ... that is one of the sweetest..." she purred, kissing him even more hotly, " ... loveliest..." she continued, " ... most beautiful things anyone has ever said to me." Throwing herself into passionately making out with him, she simply devoured his kisses, moaning as she pressed her breasts against his chest.

When they eventually slowed to a sensual caressing of lips, she breathed into his mouth, "Of course you can keep it tonight. That was a wonderful thing for you to ask." Sitting up, she slipped off her robe and held it out in offering to him. Sighing, he brought it to his face and deeply inhaled her sweet scent. Her warm smile turned into something sexier, and he pulled her back down, kissing her lips ... her neck ... her throat...

"May I?" he asked, kissing between her collarbones before pausing just above her breasts.

"You may," she said, grinning over his formal manner.

He trailed kisses down into her cleavage, until her bare breasts were touching either side of his face. Cupping them with both hands, he turned his head one way then the other, kissing the soft, smooth, perfect skin. Again and again he kissed her sensitive mounds, and she let out a delicious little moan, making them both smile.

He slowly drew his lips back up to hers, where he paused for a moment to gaze into her eyes before giving her one last sweet, lingering kiss. Holding her radiant face in his hands, he found himself at a loss for words. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, of that he had no doubt. It wasn't just her stunning looks, though. No, there was something else, something much deeper ... something overwhelming.

Hers was a purity of beauty he could feel in his very bones.

Staring into her shining eyes, he finally said, "Thank you for an absolutely amazing evening. Goodnight, Summer."

She pulled him close for a big hug, then she gathered his hands together. Bringing them to her lips, she gave them each a soft kiss. "Believe me, John, you are very welcome. Goodnight, sweetie."

When Summer turned to go retrieve the stack of bedding she'd set on the dresser, John reached out and gently touched the exposed cleft of her ass.

Looking over her shoulder, she gave him another warm, sexy smile. "Mmmm, I think you want to do more than just kiss me."

"You're so beautiful, Summer."

"You are too, John. You really are. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Sweet dreams, baby."

As she stood to leave, he let his fingertip linger in her tempting split, hooking her panties down nearly all the way. Giggling, she again looked back at him. "See! You're always trying to make me naked!"

Her arms were full, and she made no move to pull her panties up. She just giggled even more brightly as she scampered out of the room, her disheveled satin panties only covering the very bottom of her wonderful ass.

Aaron was watching TV when Summer came bopping cheerfully into the living room. "Hey, you," she smiled, dropping the bedding on the love seat adjacent to the sofa. She began pulling off the couch cushions, and again Aaron marveled at the sight of her.

Summer had taken off her robe, and there she was, with her panties again barely maintaining any purchase on her lush, sexy bottom. If that wasn't enough, she may as well have been topless every time she leaned over to grab and toss another couch cushion.

For her part, Summer noticed that Aaron was still wearing his sweatpants. "Are you going to wear these bulky things to bed? Don't you have anything more comfortable to sleep in?" she asked, playfully tugging on them.

Like Dave, Aaron was also a bit shy. He too didn't want Summer to see his hard-on, so he tried to keep his back somewhat turned to her.

"Do you need to borrow some shorts or something?" she asked.

As he pulled out the sofa bed, the corner of the metal frame caught the string tie of Summer's bikini panties. He continued lifting, and her beautiful panties were quickly undone. Aaron was too busy worrying about his huge erection to notice, though, and Summer didn't notice it until her panties were already fluttering down her thighs.

She giggle-shrieked, and Aaron looked over to see her clutching the strings on one side of her panties. Along with her bare hip being exposed, her smooth, delectable pussy was completely uncovered.

"Now everyone's trying to get me naked!" she laughed, pulling her panties back up.

"What ... what happened?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"It was an accident, sweetie. When you lifted the bed from the sofa, the frame caught my panty strings and pulled them undone. It's a good thing you didn't turn around just a little sooner! They fell all the way to my knees before I realized what was going on. God, everywhere I turn tonight, someone's accidentally pulling my panties off!"

"Well, I must say, I'm sorry I missed it. That sure would've been an amazing sight."

"As if you haven't already gotten enough peeks of me tonight," she said, giving him a knowing smile. She sighed softly to herself when she felt Jake's cum begin to drip down her leg from their earlier fucking. She simply adored the feeling of warm cum on her body, and was sorely tempted to scoop it up and bring it to her mouth.

Willing herself to ignore it, she continued on with Aaron. "Besides," she added, her coy smile turning to laughter, "we were talking about your underwear, not mine. I'm already down to my panties, so it's about time somebody in this house returns the favor!"

With the sofa bed pulled out, she unfurled a sheet and swung it over the mattress. Grabbing a corner, Aaron helped Summer shape it to the bed.

"Hold on..." she said, climbing onto the bed, then she knee-walked across the mattress to the corner opposite Aaron. Facing away from him, she bent low to pull the sheet down tight over the end. "Gotta tuck in the sheets," she said, and he could hear the sexy smile in her voice.

Aaron drank in the amazing view of her bent at the waist, legs spread, her ass again raised high. He noticed something glistening on her inner thighs, but she spun around and knee-walked over to his corner before he could process the thought. Bending directly in front of him, she leaned down to tuck in his side of the sheet, which had pulled up when she'd tucked in the other corner.

He was once again treated to the glorious sight of her bare breasts swaying outside her satin top, and his cock was rampant.

Of course Summer couldn't help but notice his erection. She knew he had some sort of underwear on beneath his sweats, and still he was making quite an impressive tent. Suddenly realizing that he'd caught her staring, she flashed him a guilty smile. Sitting up and taking a deep breath, she was about to reach for his lengthy bulge when he flopped down on the bed beside her.

After letting him settle in, she turned to lean over his body. Knowing that his hungry eyes were locked on her breasts, she pulled the drawstring on his sweats. "Lift..." she said, sliding her hands under his ass, prompting him to raise his hips. She tugged his sweats down and off, revealing to her happy gaze his fully erect cock standing tall inside a pair of gray boxer briefs.

"See? Don't you feel better now without those bulky sweats?" she grinned.

"Ummm, yeah," he said nervously. "Much better."

Aaron was fairly freaking out, at least until it dawned on him that she wasn't saying a word about his obvious erection. She was acting as if she hadn't even noticed it. Maybe he was freaking out over nothing, he decided, though with little conviction.

Summer got up from the bed to grab the big pillow she'd brought. She tossed it to him, then she spread out the wool blanket she'd also brought for him.

"All set, sweetie?" she asked, plopping herself back beside him. His legs were under the covers, but the rest of him was exposed.

"All set, thanks."

Dropping her head onto his chest, she looked up at him. "Thank you for coming. This is just so wonderful."

"Thank you for having me. You've made a beautiful home here, Summer. I know it's all you, too. No way Jake makes a place look this nice by himself," he said, and they both laughed.

"Ah, c'mon, he's not that bad. But you're right, he does let me add my 'girlie stuff, ' as he puts it."

"Well, you've done an amazing job with everything. The Christmas decorations are awesome."

At the mention of the decorations they looked around the room together, checking out all the pretty things. There was still a warm glow coming from the fire.

"Here, let me blow these out for you," she said, jumping up from the bed. Walking around the room, she blew out all the candles, then she moved over to the Christmas tree. "On, or off?" she asked, gesturing to the blinking lights.

"Off is fine. The fire is perfect, and that way nothing is competing with it."

"Okay," she said, clicking off all the lights before returning to his side. She lay her head on his chest again, and they quietly watched the fire together. After a little while, she rolled onto her back and lay sideways on the bed.

He couldn't believe his good fortune. She was lying on him with her knees bent, her spread legs pointed towards the fire. Letting his eyes travel down her body, he could see her sleek stomach tapering to her delicate hip bones. Her panties were so low and loose that he could see the firelight flickering on the smooth skin of her bare mound. If she hadn't been completely shaved, he would be staring at her pubic hair. He could also see her bare chest subtly rising and falling. Her nipples were covered, but that was it. Her beautiful breasts were otherwise naked.

'It just doesn't get much better than this, ' he thought.

The fire crackled and sparked, and she startled, opening her eyes.

That's when she noticed it. "Uh-oh. Don't look now, but I think you did it again!" she giggled.

"Huh?" he said, his reverie broken.

"Look..." She was peering straight up, and he followed her gaze to the light fixture hanging directly above them; to the mistletoe hanging from the light fixture directly above them.

"You sure are a sneaky one," she said, fixing him with an accusing stare. She couldn't hold it for long, though, and her stare dissolved into a sunny smile. She rolled over and pulled back the covers, slipping in beside him. "This Christmas just keeps getting better and better," she said, biting her lip. He took her face in his hands, and their slashing tongues came together in a white-hot embrace. Wanting to avoid any chance of hurting her, he tugged her upper body a little straighter, until she just slid on top of him beneath the covers.

"Merry Christmas, Aaron," she whispered into his mouth while writhing against him. His hands went straight to her ass; squeezing it, caressing it, he was savoring her bewitching bottom that had driven him up a wall all night, and she smiled, "Mmmm, you feel so good."

"Me?" Arching his hips, he thrust his granite cock against her pussy. "You mean this?"

"Mmmmmm, yes," she said, kissing him.

"Or do you mean this?" he asked, fiercely returning her kiss.

"Definitely that too," she whispered.

"Or maybe you meant this?" he added, firmly squeezing her ass.

"Oh, god, yes ... that! Mmmm, that feels so good, especially when you also do the first thing..." she moaned, pressing her ass into his hands and her pussy against his cock.

"You can't imagine how good you feel to me," he said, caressing her ass, "and you can't imagine how beautiful you looked tonight."


"First it was in the pool, and especially when you pulled off your top, then you slipped your shorts off beneath your towel."

Nuzzling his lips, she grinned. "I was wet. My top was useless, and I had to take off those shorts."

"You looked like a wet dream, but when Jake unwrapped you in front of the fire, holy god, Summer..."

"Did you like that better than the pool?"

"It was when you were doing the presents ... oh god..." he moaned, lurching up into her pussy.

"Mmmm, you feel amazing ... keep doing that..." she said, grinding her wet slit on his hard shaft. "What did you like so much about me giving out the presents? My bottom was covered, wasn't it?" She wiggled her ass in his hands as she whispered, "Sometimes it felt like my panties weren't even there."

"That was the most gorgeous sight ever, Summer. You, on your knees ... your incredible ass. Your panties were so loose, I just wanted them to move down that tiny bit more."

"You guys sure like my Santa outfit!" she giggled.

"Speaking of which, where's your red robe? You were wearing it when you went to Dave's room."

"John has it. He asked if he could sleep with it tonight."

"That sneaky bastard!" said Aaron, and they both laughed.

"Hey, you're not doing too badly yourself here, you know. I was never under the covers with him, and you pulled my panties down even more than he did."

"He pulled your panties down?" he groaned. "How?"

"Like this..." She placed his fingertips at the top of her panties, directly in her exposed split. "When I start to move, keep your hand right there. Hold it firm."

Grinning, she began slowly sliding her way up his body. Immediately his fingers were forced deeper into her sexy divide, and as her panties slipped further down her ass her tempting breasts inched ever closer to his face. Continuing to slither up his body, she didn't stop until her panties were pulled well below her ass.

With his cock throbbing as hard as he could ever remember, Aaron found himself cupping Summer's smooth, naked bottom, very near her pussy.

Satisfied that she'd successfully demonstrated her point, she laughed, "Just like that, only I was getting up from the bed and moving to walk away!"

"Since John already nabbed one piece of your Santa outfit for tonight, can I pick another?" he asked hopefully.

"You want this?" Grinning, she offered him her Santa hat.

"No, keep wearing it. You look absolutely adorable in that hat."

She took his hand and set it high on her thigh. "How about my garter? You seemed to love playing with it when we were opening the presents."

"Summer, if it were up to me, you would never take off that garter. With your amazing legs, that tiny halo of white lace is just the sexiest thing ever."

"God, you guys just love my Santa stuff, huh?" she giggled, giving him a happy kiss. "Thank you, though. I really am glad you like it. So, okay, do you want my top?" She pressed her breasts against him. "Or maybe my panties?" Moaning, she danced her ass in his hands while sliding her tongue into his mouth.

Eventually pulling back from her steamy kiss, he panted, "Can I have both?"

"Mmmm, you want both? That's a lot more than David or John got. You want me under the covers with you, completely naked. When we were doing the presents, god, the way you kept licking all through my bare bottom, I thought you were going to untie my panties and take me right there. Now you want me naked in your bed."

"You know that's exactly what I wanted to do. You were driving me insane," he said, slipping his hand between her legs.

She moaned when he touched her pussy. "Mmmm, but you didn't do it. You restrained yourself. That means you are a very good boy, so you deserve all the Christmas presents you desire..." Sitting up, she crossed her arms and pulled her satin top over her head before laying it on his pillow. "There's my top, sweetie. Now my breasts are bare for you," she purred, leaning down to press her nipples against him. "Mmmm-hmmm, you feel so good, your hard chest caressing my soft breasts," she said, slipping her tongue back into his mouth.

He felt her arm reach down and make jerking movements beneath the covers, then she lifted her hips. Her arm came back up, and she brought her damp panties to his face before placing them beside her top on his pillow. "Here are my panties. Now my ass and pussy are naked for you, too. Merry Christmas, baby."

She pulled his hands back to her bare ass, moaning at his touch. Lifting onto her elbows, she presented her breasts to his mouth, teasing her erect nipples across his lips until he sucked her tips inside. "God, John only kissed the insides of my breasts, and he never took my top off. I wasn't totally naked under his covers ... he didn't suck my nipples ... oooh, yes, do it..."

Sliding a hand down through Summer's ass, Aaron felt her wet heat. She moaned into his mouth when he sucked hard on her breast while brushing across her tiny puckered star with the tip of his ring finger.

"Mmmm-hmmm ... best Christmas ever..." she breathed, reaching down to stroke his erection through his underwear before rubbing it against her clit. "Maybe tomorrow night I won't be the only one who's naked in your bed, okay?"

Aaron's cock throbbed against her bare pussy.

"Mmmm, yes," she purred, grinding her gorgeous sex on his rock-hard shaft. "I love when you do that."

"Oh god, Summer," he groaned.

She leaned down and kissed him again, smiling eyes meeting a frantic gaze. Finishing their kiss, she whispered, "Thank you, Aaron."

Slipping from beneath the covers, she knee-walked across the bed, her sensual curves shimmering in the firelight. "See you tomorrow morning. Sweet dreams, baby," she said, blowing him a kiss.

His final vision of her was when she leaned down in front of the fireplace to warm her hands, presenting her heart-shaped bottom and glistening pussy to him. As she turned and walked out of the room, her perfect ass hypnotically flexed and released with every elegant stride of her strong, sleek thighs.

The last thing Summer saw before leaving the living room was Aaron sliding his hand into his underwear and pulling out his hard, shining wet cock.

She smiled to herself.

Climbing into bed, she pulled me on top of her and spread her legs. Grasping my cock, she guided me straight into her silken depths. "Do it, Jake. Fuck me again," she moaned.

"Merry Christmas, baby. You were so beautiful tonight," I said, kissing her.

"Thank you so much for this," she panted, filling our silent house with her happy sobs when I speared her pussy. Spreading her legs wide, she gripped my ass and clawed at me, making me ram my cock inside her until she cried out, "Ooooooh, yes, baby, fuck me!"

That's when we heard Aaron gasp and groan. We slowed for a moment, and I gave her an accusing grin. She smiled sweetly, and I laughed, "See! I knew that was why you picked this house!"

She grinned expectantly. "Why, baby? Why did I pick this house?"

"Why? It's obvious! Listen to that poor guy! You're doing it again!"

"Doing what again?" she giggled.

"It's the thin walls thing again, honey, just like you warned me when we were putting up the decorations. I told you my friends would love you, and they were definitely going to love hearing you. Now, here we are, and yet another guy is being tortured by your beautiful sounds."

"At least you're not the one being tortured this time, so fuck me until you make me scream..." she said, grinning as she pulled me back inside her delicious pussy, and she cried out with joy when I slammed home.

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