Chapter 18: Christmas

Christmas morning I awoke with Josh spooned in behind me. I opened my eyes to the early light and through the window could see part of a mountain hazy in the distance with a million light fluffy snowflakes in between. The scene was surrealistic and so beautiful, aided by the love I felt from Josh.

He kissed my ear and said, “Good morning. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up just to tell you how much I love you.”

I turned and kissed him then pulled away, “I love you too, but I think I have morning breath that would shock a camel.” I worried about turning my boyfriend away with a blast of breath that smelled like dung.

“You’re fine,” he told me as he kissed me again.

Note to self: always keep some breath mints beside the bed. At least I can cover up the camel dung with the odor of peppermint.

I felt Josh’s morning wood harden even further as I turned into him.

“Oh, I love you so. You are the most adored man in civilization!” I rolled my naked body atop Josh’s, rose and reached for his hardening penis. With just a few strokes of my hand he was ready and I held him erect as I slid down his shaft onto him.

We made love. After our orgasms I thought about how lovely way it was to wake up this way – the beautiful mountains, a snowy scene and love – emotional and physical. I hugged Josh with my whole body.

We showered together, carefully washing each other’s body parts. The shower in our suite had been designed as a walk in – no curtain; and the controls were out where you could adjust them without getting wet from that first blast of cold water. All the baths had circulating hot water too, so the warm water was only a second or two away. Further, the shower could easily accommodate four people comfortable as we’d proven in September when we’d clean up with Carl and Katelyn.

We prepared breakfast and sat at the kitchen counter eating, looking out across the valley at the gray sky, the light snow and the winter scene. After breakfast we cleaned up the kitchen a bit and then Josh said, “Bring you coffee and let’s see what Santa brought us.”

In the living room the ten-foot Christmas tree looked spectacular and just completed the warm feeling of Christmas love that I felt. We went different directions in the house to get our presents for each other.

Two minutes later, I arrived back at the tree with the things I’d packed and brought in the jet. Josh arrived a moment later with a large box. We both spread the presents under the tree then sat, Indian style, next to each other.

I picked up a present and handed it to him; “The label says ‘To Josh from Santa’ – how wonderful he knew you were here and not in Boston.”

Josh tore the red and green wrapping paper from the package. “Ah, a book,” he said, ”’Men are From Mars and Women Are from Venus.’ Are you trying to tell me something?” He laughed.

“No, Darling, I’m merely educating you. I have to train my new boyfriend, you know. As a husband you’ll be expected to understand my every mood and desire. This will help you do that and also to realize that we do not always think alike. Remember the motto: happy wife, happy life.”

Josh reached and picked up a package for me; he read the label, “To Megan, with all the love in the world, Me!” I shuffled over next to him and kissed him tenderly as I took the package.

“What’s this?” I asked rhetorically and pulled the paper off the palm-sized box. I could tell this was jewelry. Inside the box was a small velvet pouch and inside the pouch a silver encrusted ruby and diamond brooch about three inches long. The artwork on the piece was intricate and showed great care and love in the design of the piece. “Oh, Josh, it’s gorgeous!” I exclaimed. “This ... you didn’t just buy this ... it’s antique. Is this from your family?” I had tears in my eyes over the piece and what I was sure I was about to hear.

“Think of this as not just from me, but from five generations of Bannocks. I think my great-great-grandfather had it made for my great-great-grandmother in the late 1800s. Mom told me the silver came from one of his mines and that he’d traded some silver for the gems and then for a silversmith to design and make the piece.”

I put the brooch on my sweater and went to the hallway to look at myself wearing the beautiful piece. I could barely see through my tears.

Josh came and we hugged as we stood there. I told him, “Forget about reading that book I gave you. You know all you need to know! Jewelry!” I laughed through my sniffles.

Josh pulled me back to the tree, “There’s more but don’t expect anything else that lavish.”

We sat again and I presented Josh with another present.

“Oh, cool,” he said as he opened it. “I’ve wanted the new iPhone since they came out. This is great. You realize you’ve lost me for a few hours as I play with the thing today!”

“Later,” I told him with a playful punch. “Give me a present.”

Josh handed me a larger box. I unwrapped a very sexy thigh-length light blue negligee with a virtually shear robe. The ensemble reeked of sex appeal and made a clear statement of intent by both giver and receiver to many happy moments of seduction.

I passed a large package to Josh. Inside the box, he found a photo album – pictures of me. Actually they were fifty erotic pictures of me in a variety of poses. Moreover, I wasn’t always alone.

Josh turned to the first photograph. I’d duplicated, as best I could, the famous nude pose of Marilyn Monroe stretched out against a red drapery that graced so many calendars years earlier. The shot had been taken from above just as hers had been.

Josh emitted a low, “Wow! Hot!” He turned the page.

The second photograph showed me sitting nude but backwards as I straddled a rustic wooden kitchen chair facing the camera. The background was blurred. My breasts could be seen through the slats of the chair and were full with erect nipples; my legs were spread wide and my trimmed pussy agape to the camera as I leaned forward against the back of the chair.

“Who took these?” He asked with arched eyebrows.

“Oh, a friend,” I teased for a second. “A female friend named Alex that I’ll introduce you to someday soon. She’s married to a wonderful guy named Jeremy; they live in London and she comes to the States several times a year. She’s a dear friend, was my college roommate for two years, and has learned a lot of photographic skills from her husband – he’s a professional photo journalist and artist. These were done just for you. You can see her in some of the pictures around page 27 in the book.

Josh turned to the page I’d suggested. In the enlarged black and white photograph on that page a nude Alex lay beside me with her face by my pussy. Both my pussy and her face were wet with my juices. Our skin had a glowing sheen to it from some well-placed lights. The light amplified the curves and angles of our bodies. I had a satisfied and seductive look on my face – an afterglow to a well-administered orgasm. This was one hot photograph.

Josh gasped, “Fuck – you two are so hot. Who is she?”

Josh turned to me and said, “I love this. You are so ... so ... fucking great; I can’t think of other words. How’d I ever find a ’temporary girlfriend’ like you? I must have done something right because God, in his pleasure, has brought you into my life.”

I smiled and kissed Josh. “Sometime, if I’m ever away or unable to take care of you sexually, you can pull this book out and masturbate to it. I’d expect nothing less than lots of cum each time you look at it. We can also look at it together too. I know it sounds narcissistic, but I find it really erotic to look at too, especially the second half that also has Alex in many of the shots.”

Josh turned the pages and I could see an erection rising in his pants.

I added, “Sometime soon, maybe around our wedding when Alex is back in the States, I want us to pose together for some erotic shots. I want a second album that’s ‘us’ and not just me. I also predict that Alex won’t mind joining the two of us in that endeavor.”

Josh looked up from the album, “This is positively pornographic! It’s wonderful. This is the most imaginative Christmas present ever!”

“And just what I’ll want for Volume 2,” I replied; “personalized pornography.”

He turned to a close-up photograph of my pussy with Alex’s tongue just gracing my clit. Her cheek showed the smear of my nectar.

“Wow!” Josh exclaimed. “I know I keep saying that but every page evokes that remark.”

“Look at the last page,” I told him.

He turned to the last page and there I lay on my back, propped up on my elbows facing the camera with one leg slightly raised and my pussy fully exposed. What made the shot unique was that my pussy showed a smear of cum around it and displayed a large discharge of cum that gravity carried towards the bed sheet.