Chapter 16: Holidays Start

I lay on my back squinting up at the star atop ‘our’ Christmas tree. I was naked, sweaty and gasping for air; Josh, my fiancé lay beside me in a similar state of exhaustion. He was also naked.

I momentarily suffered from a phenomenon known in our family sexual circles as ‘severe afterglow’. Josh had brought me to two high-intensity, glorious orgasms through the creative application of tongue and touch, together spreading pleasure from my tiniest toe to the ends of the hair on my head, but mostly the pleasure focused right around my vagina and clitoris.

After those two minor crescendos we’d merged our bodies together and worked to bring mind-blowing ecstasy to our partner. We succeeded. My body had a sheen to it from the exertion I’d contributed to that final union and the resulting mutual climax – my third of the evening. I’d also had one that morning before we went to work.

I was a mover. There were women that I knew who barely moved during sex. They lay back, spread their legs, accepted penetration, and let it happen – hoping for an orgasm. I was at the other extreme. I moved; I fucked back. If my partner stopped moving, I’d still be fucking them. I liked all sorts of different positions and wasn’t wed to any particular one.

As Josh regained some composure he said, “Megan, asking you to be my ’temporary girlfriend’ is clearly the best decision ever made in the world.”

I laughed and said, “No. My agreeing to take on that onerous task was the best decision. I was scared but still said I’d do it.” I flipped over on my stomach and showered his neck and face with hundreds of little butterfly kisses. I stroked his manly chest, one of my full breasts pushing erotically against his side.

I added, “I now think the title of ’temporary girlfriend’ is one of the most honorable and noble titles a woman can assume in the western world. I shall carry the title forever with grace and dignity.” I thought for a moment and added, “Well, perhaps not dignity. After all, a girl’s gotta have some fun once in a while.”

Josh tickled me until I rolled out of reach, screaming with delight at his attention. He languished where he’d ended after our intercourse; I clutched my knees and alternately looked from the beautiful fire to the eight-foot-high tree we’d decorated a week earlier. I felt so warm and loved. This really was heaven.

We were lying on a thick, luxurious Flokati rug in front of ‘our’ condominium fireplace in Charlestown – a stone’s throw from downtown Boston where we both worked: Josh as director of a family philanthropic foundation and me as one of the account managers and directors for a rapidly growing marketing and advertising agency.

I’d increasingly started to use the word ‘our’ and ‘us’. They seemed strange even now seven months after we’d become engaged but comfort came in small steps. Josh encouraged the use of togetherness words and plural possessives.

Josh and I got to know each other ‘seven months and a week’ earlier because we frequented the same Starbucks coffee emporium on Boylston Street in Boston. After seeing each other in the coffee shop on an almost daily basis for a couple of months, we started talking one day. I normally wouldn’t talk to a stranger but Josh was so good-looking and mild mannered that I made an exception. Best decision of my life up to that point.

At the time we met I wondered what he saw in me. I thought I’d had an invisibility cloak around me; I’d been mourning a break-up from about nine months earlier. Further, I’d been twenty pounds overweight – a fact I rapidly remedied after we started living together. Funny, as I lost weight, I swear my breasts went up a size – well, maybe from a C to a C+. Josh rapidly pulled me out of my shell and soon thereafter out of my clothes. He also had been weaned too early, because every day he wanted to suck on my breasts and stimulate them.

The day after we met and talked for the first time Josh asked me to be his ’temporary girlfriend’ and attend his sister’s wedding with him in Aspen, Colorado. I’d accepted and six days later, after the wedding and an erotic weekend with some of his relatives, he asked me to marry him and I’d accepted. I started moving in with him starting that same day. There hadn’t been much of a ‘get to know you’ phase.

Thus, seven months later, I felt comfortable talking about ‘our’ condominium. In fact, the condo had belonged to Josh for four years before I came along: a gorgeous, renovated and modern top floor in an old brownstone that faced the Bunker Hill Monument and had views of the Boston skyline, the harbor, and even part of Logan Airport. The view was even better from the roof where we could go with a glass of wine at sunset and see pretty things.

Christmas would arrive in Boston and the rest of the world in a week. The city had been a marvel of lights and festivities since before Thanksgiving, even with the downturn in economy.

Thus, we found ourselves very much in love, sexually sated, and in each other’s arms beside our Christmas tree and gas fireplace. I cuddled into Josh, draping one of my legs over his to bring us even closer.

“I’m excited about going out to Aspen for Christmas,” I told Josh. “It’ll be so much fun with some of your family there. I love all of them so much.”

“You won’t miss your family?” he asked.

“No. We spent Thanksgiving with them, plus we’ve been pretty good about popping up to New Hampshire every few weeks for a drop in visit. We’ll see them tomorrow and that’ll be fine with them ... and me. Since my sister moved to Europe for a while they haven’t celebrated the holidays too much. I’ve always wanted to pump some energy into their Christmas. Someday, perhaps, but not this season.”

Josh said, “Well, we know that Carl and Katelyn will be in Aspen. I don’t know if they’ll have their kids with them or whether they’re bringing their friends, Doug and Beth.”

I kissed him. “We’ll have fun either way ... or anyway. Do you want me to call Katelyn and see what her plans are?”

Josh smiled and said, “Yes. Speed dial number four.” He stretched out to the sofa side table and pulled a cordless phone off its cradle and handed it to me.

I held the “4” button down until I heard the phone make the right tones to indicate it was dialing. The phone rang and a female voice picked up the phone.

“Katelyn?” I asked. “Megan and Josh calling.”

A squeal of delight came through the phone. “Megan, how grand you’ve called. We miss you guys and are so looking forward to romantic times in Aspen with you two.”

“We feel the same way. We were just talking about you and wondered what your plans were. Christmas is Thursday and we’re arriving the Sunday before. We want to get some skiing in.”

Katelyn said, “I wish we could get up there early, however, we’re family bound in the Denver area through Christmas. We’ll get up there Friday afternoon – Boxing Day the British call it, but the good news is that we’ll be without the kids so it’ll be a real ‘adult week’. Carl’s parents are taking them and have great plans for some fun.”

“Oh, goody,” I cheered into the receiver.

“More than that,” Katelyn said, “Doug and Beth are coming with us. Remember I told you that Doug is a very sensitive lover with some very unique ways of making you feel special. Beth too. We’ve talked about how to make your times in bed with them memorable.” She laughed.

Josh had been listening with his ear close to the handset as we talked. He turned and gave me a big smile.

“Katelyn, that’s great,” I told her. “We’ll have such fun.”

Josh spoke into the handset as I held it, “Hi, Doll.”

“Josh, Lover. Hi!” Katelyn said.

“Any change in Fiona’s plans?” he asked.

“No. She’s headed to Minneapolis to spend some important time with Ray’s parents. It’s really the first time they’ll spend any time with them since they started going together. Oh, do you know what’s important about this trip that’s never happened before?”

“No, what?” Josh and I both said simultaneously.

“Stacy’s going with them!” Katelyn blurted out. “Ray’s parents don’t know about their ménage-á-trois, but they will next Tuesday when they all arrive.”

“You mean even since the wedding, and even before that, Ray has never told his parents he’s actually married to two women rather than just one?”

“Nope. Ray told me he just never figured out a way to say anything while they were all around during the wedding and then he couldn’t bring himself to do it over the telephone.”

I said with a laugh, “Well that’ll be an interesting encounter at the airport. Are they counting on a muted response by telling his parents in front of a thousand other people in the arrivals hall?”

Katelyn responded, “Well, we kept telling him he had to break the news sooner rather than later. Now, he figures he can’t wait any longer because there’s another surprise.”