Christmas Cocks for Katie

by Freya Gersemi

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Another sexy Christmas story and another heartfelt dedication page.

AlexFourways has now been my online friend for two years and he has encouraged and supported me and has helped to make my erotic (and non-erotic) fiction writing life so much more fun and interesting than I ever could have imagined. Thank you!

And Figjamkiss (a.k.a. Figgy) has been an invaluable part of my writing for almost a year and a half. He corrects my mistakes, makes suggestions on how I could word things better, teaches me how to be a better writer, and basically just keeps me on my toes. His assistance is an integral part of everything that I write. My work would be so much less without him. Thanks, Fig!!

And Horse, of course! My publisher and cover art creator. And friend. He’s helped bring my dream of selling my writing to life and for that, I will be forever in his debt. Thank you!

Foreword

I have been writing erotic fiction for two years now. My life before starting this journey seems so far away. Almost like another life. But perhaps half a million words written in an imaginary world does that to a person?

Anyway, it’s been an interesting and wild ride so far!!

So, here we are with another sexy Christmas tale.

Like last year’s Christmas story, this one involves Cynthia and Katie and takes place in the “Alternate Freya-verse” where my usual Freya & Friends characters exist outside of their normal world. Like in television cartoons where a character blows up, and then is perfectly fine in the very next episode, none of the events in this story carry over to the main series. This story is just a diversion from the “real” Freya novels.

But a fun diversion!

Well, I hope that you enjoy this sweet and sexy Christmas story!!!

Chapter 1

“Ooof!” Cynthia almost ran Freya and Rio down in her haste to get through the doorway. “Sorry!”

Freya scooped up the frightened dog and then stepped backwards and out of the way. “What’s the rush?”

“Yesterday was Thanksgiving,” Cynthia stated. “Oh, and by the way, everything was delicious.”

“Don’t mind her,” Katie said, coming down the stairs to their shared front door. “She’s excited about Christmas. And the chestnut stuffing was amazing!” Katie scratched Rio under his fuzzy chin. “Did our little puppy do his morning business?” She asked.

“You can play with him later,” Cynthia said. “Right now, we have very important business.”

“Nothing’s more important than this little cutie!” Katie tried to take Rio from Freya, but Cynthia pushed Katie out the door. “The day after Thanksgiving is the official start of the Christmas season.”

“Ohhh, noooo!” Freya moaned in realization. “You’re not doing that mall Santa thing again, are you?”

“Yes!” Cynthia exclaimed. “But this year, it’s Katie’s turn!”

“I still haven’t agreed to that,” Katie reminded Cynthia.

“Oh, you will!” Cynthia stated, matter-of-factly. “Right now, we’re just going to the mall to see what the menu looks like.”

“You’re such a pig, Cynthia. Men aren’t objects.”

“Katie,” Cynthia held her fiancée firmly by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes, “their dicks are.”

Katie rolled her eyes at the bemused Freya.

“Come on!” Cynthia cried, pulling Katie out the door. “The Christmas meat market awaits. Let’s see which Santa might be a good start for you!”

“Remember, I’m still not a hundred percent sold on this idea,” Katie complained as she was bustled down the walkway and towards the car.

“And that’s why we’re going to do a little window shopping to see who might be a good candidate to kind of ease you into this.”

As Katie got into the car, she started, “But, you know that -”

Cynthia cut her off. “I know. I know. You’re such a flaming homo. Girls only. Blah, blah, blah.” She started the engine and shifted the car into reverse. “But you had no problems letting Frey’s hubby bang you.”

Katie got her seatbelt buckled while the car was already turning out of the driveway and onto the street. “First, that’s a gross way to put it. Second,” Katie crossed her arms in defiance, “Alex is different. He’s… one of us. The four of us.”

“Sure. Sure. And that’s why we need to be selective with your first ‘real’ guy.”

“Alex is a real guy. He’s very sweet.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s a real guy!” Cynthia was almost drooling. “A real guy with a huge cock.”

“Pig!”

“Cock! Dick! Hog! Pecker! One-eyed trouser snake!”

“Fine!” Katie shouted back. “Stop! I get it. You’re a pig.”

Cynthia smiled at her lover and softly said, “Willy.”

Katie glared back at her, then told her “Keep your disgusting eyes on the road.”

Cynthia lightly chuckled.

“We can ‘window shop’ as you so wonderfully phrased it,” Katie said, “if you can stop being a pig for the rest of the day.”

“Two hours,” Cynthia countered.

“Five.”

“Deal!”

Twenty minutes later, they were at the mall.

“So, we’re probably going to have to hit a few different places to really get a good handle on what we’ll be working with this year,” Cynthia explained as they walked through the front doors. “I would expect a lot of the same guys from last year, but you never know.”

The girls made a beeline for the back corner of the mall where a makeshift Santa’s Workshop had been constructed. “All of the decorations are very pretty,” Katie commented as they whizzed by the different stores.

“Yeah,” Cynthia mumbled, barely taking notice. “Hey, maybe Greek Alex will be the Santa. He’d be a good start for you.”

“Cynthia…” Katie warned.

“Take it easy. I don’t mean today. We’re just scoping things out,” Cynthia reassured Katie. “Just seeing what’s available.”

“I don’t know about him, though…”

“Yeah,” Cynthia agreed. “He was pretty manly. Probably too manly for you.”

“I can handle a manly guy.”

“Oh, so now the super lesbian is open for hetero business?”

“That is dangerously close to being piggish,” Katie warned.

“Hey. We’re just talking.”

“But I’m trying to get you to be a little more refined. Ladylike.”

Cynthia stopped and took Katie by the hand. “You knew what you were getting into when you asked me out. You love me just the way I am.” Cynthia wrapped her arms around Katie, squashing the little girl’s face against her massive breasts. “Besides, I am a lady.”

Katie curled her arms around Cynthia’s waist. She absolutely loved the feel of her girlfriend’s comforting embrace. “A lady hippo,” she teased.

“I’m Reubenesque,” Cynthia corrected her.

“I never should have taught you that word.”

“Nevertheless, it’s what I am,” Cynthia let Katie go. “Now, come on. We have a busy day.”

After visiting as many local malls as they could fit into the day, the exhausted pair finally arrived back home. Freya heard them coming in and popped out the side door into the small entrance foyer that they shared.

“So, how did it go?”

Cynthia shook her head sadly. “For a girl looking to get laid a ton by a bunch of random guys, she’s extremely picky.”

“You’re the one looking to get me laid by guys. I like girls,” Katie pointed out.

Freya nodded. “She likes girls, Cyn.”

“What’s wrong with men, though?” Cynthia asked.

“I don’t know…” Katie wrinkled her tiny freckled nose. “They’re… not like you.” Katie leaned towards Cynthia, snaking an arm around her. “You’re so -”

In a flash, Cynthia had Katie in a headlock. “You just need to let some guys fuck you, you scrawny bitch!”

“Fatass!” Katie shouted as she struggled to free herself.

Just then, they heard a man’s voice at the still slightly open door. “Knock, knock.” Figgy’s smiling face appeared. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“Nothing important. You know these two,” Freya replied, giving him a warm hug. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Great to see you, too, Freya.”

“So, you’re here for this year’s Christmas sex romp?”

“I am, indeed.”

“Okay. Well, good luck with them,” Freya said, indicating the still-wrestling duo. “I have to get back to dinner.”

“I’ll be down later to say hello to Alex.”

“He’d like that,” Freya told him as she closed the door.

“So, what’s with the argle-bargle?” Figgy asked Cynthia and Katie.

Cynthia froze in mid-noogie and stared at him. “What?”

“Why are you two fighting?”

“No. What did you say?”

“Ken oo led me go?” Katie said from under one of Cynthia’s armpits.

“Oh! Sorry.” Cynthia released her hold on poor Katie’s cranium. She looked back at Figgy and repeated, “What did you say?”

“Argle-bargle?”

“Yeah. What the hell is that gibberish?”

“A fun phrase that I stumbled across,” Figgy explained. “It means a brawl. You know? A donnybrook. An argy-bargy. Argle-bargle.”

Cynthia frowned. “You’re weird.”

Figgy just shrugged.

“Hey, sweetie,” Cynthia said, giving Katie’s little bottom a slap, “what’s for dinner?”

Angrily rubbing her sore head, Katie replied, “You make dinner for yourself, jerk.” She gave Figgy a hug.

“Figgy’s here for dinner,” Cynthia said as she started up the stairs to their apartment.

Katie smiled. She always liked seeing their friend Figgy. “Fine. I’ll make dinner.”

“Great. Make it something good. Figgy’s here to help us plan,” Cynthia spread her hands in the air to accentuate the importance of what she would say next, “Katie’s Heterosexual Mall Santa Christmas Sex Romp.”

“You named it?” Katie asked.

“Yup. It’s a bit of an awkward name, but it’s the best I could come up with,” Cynthia responded as she opened the door at the top of the stairs. “Come on in and Katie will make dinner for us.”

Katie frowned at Figgy and Figgy just shrugged.

While Cynthia and Figgy chatted and caught up with each other’s lives, Katie threw together a Cobb salad - much to Cynthia’s chagrin - and over dinner, they discussed easing Katie into the mall Santa sex game.

“The way you guys are talking, this sounds like some sort of elaborate and diabolical initiative,” Katie commented.

“Well, I know that when it comes to cocks, you can be such a damn pussy,” Cynthia replied. “And before you say anything, it’s been well past five hours. I can be a disgusting pig again.”

“Whatever,” Katie huffed as she stood up and started to clear the table.

“So,” Cynthia looked across the table to Figgy and started, “I’m figuring if we begin with a mall Santa that’s kind of younger and maybe a little on the non-threatening side of masculine, then that might be our best bet. You know, just so that we don’t spook her.”

“I’m right here in the room with you,” Katie called out from the kitchen sink. “I can hear you.”

“Fine. I’ll rephrase it. So we don’t spook the cock puss over there doing the dishes.”

Katie shook her head. She was already planning out how to use her gargantuan strap-on dildo to punish Cynthia later that night. Just the image of Cynthia impaled on the giant phallus and begging for mercy made Katie smile. She could be just as diabolical as Cynthia.

“We saw a Santa over at the Tri-city Mall that I think would be perfect,” Cynthia told Figgy. She leaned back in her chair. “Katie! Remember that little guy over at Tri-city? What do you think about him for your first Santa?”

Katie had finished putting everything away from dinner and came back to the table with a small plate of cookies. “So now, I actually have some say in this whole thing?”

“No. Not really. I’m just being polite,” Cynthia told her with a smile. “Finally, something good to eat.”

“You can have two, fatty,” Katie said, holding the plate just out of Cynthia’s reach.

“Fuck you.”

Katie smiled back, but there was a hint of evil lurking in her sweet grin. “Later tonight, sweetie,” she promised, handing Cynthia two cookies. “And, yes, I remember that Santa. He seemed nice.”

“Then it’s a go!” Cynthia crowed excitedly. “Tri-city Santa is lucky number one in Katie’s Heterosexual Mall Santa Christmas Sex Romp!”

“Terrible name,” Katie mumbled, and then knowing that Cynthia was watching the plate of cookies like a hawk, Katie took three of them for herself.

“Should we book the same motel as last year?” Figgy asked.

“Well, since we’re starting so early this year, and we’re dealing with Little Miss I’m Scared Of Men, maybe we should just take it day-by-day,” Cynthia suggested. She then added, “Or night-by-night. We don’t know exactly when we’ll need a room and when we won’t.”

“You just let me know what you need me to do and I’ll take care of it.”

“Figgy, you’re the best!”

“I’m just thrilled to be included in the fun.”

Cynthia stood up to give him a hug. “You’re an essential part of the fun, Fig!” Katie slid the plate with the remaining cookies on it out of Cynthia’s reach and Cynthia shot her a nasty look over Figgy’s shoulder. Katie picked up a fourth cookie and made a big production out of taking a bite.

“I’m gonna get out of y’all’s hair,” Figgy said. “I want to pop down and say howdy to Freya and Alex.”

“So, tomorrow, we’ll hit the first mall and get this show rolling?” Cynthia asked. “Come by about 10:00. I’ll have Katie make omelets for us.”

“Oh, I can bring breakfast. You girls fed me dinner.”

“Don’t be silly. Katie loves cooking for everyone.”

Katie gave Figgy a weak smile, but they all knew the truth. Katie did love cooking for her friends and would happily do absolutely anything for Cynthia.

Katie walked Figgy to the door, gave him a hug goodbye, and carefully closed the door as he descended the stairs to Freya’s. Katie turned and set her dark eyes on Cynthia. “Take a shower - wash everything - and meet me in bed in fifteen minutes,” Katie’s voice was as cold as her stare. Cynthia watched her walk down the hall. Katie turned back and growled, “And do not make me wait,” and with that, she slammed the bedroom door closed.

Chapter 2

“Before we go to the mall, I need to get a haircut,” Katie said as she served Cynthia and Figgy their omelets.

“Absolutely not,” Cynthia stated emphatically. “Your hair is growing back out and it looks great. We’re trying to attract men, Katie. You know, we want the mall Santas to actually believe that you’re female and not some feminine-looking guy.”

“Figgy, do I look like a guy to you?”

“Oh, no! You are definitely all woman,” he replied. Then added, “And cute as a bug’s ear.”

“Aww,” Katie crooned. “You’re so sweet!”

“Break it up, you two,” Cynthia said. “Yeah, you’re cute now, but if you go back to that butch hairstyle, you’ll look like a slightly effeminate gay guy. Dressed in extremely un-effeminate clothes.” She looked Katie up and down. “We need to get you some sexy clothes to wear.”

“I have sexy clothes to wear. We have my Drawer of Sexy Stuff that you keep so well-stocked,” Katie pointed out.

“‘Drawer of Sexy Stuff’?” Figgy asked, wide-eyed, his interest piqued.

“Settle down,” Cynthia told him. “It’s just the usual stuff. Thigh-high vinyl stilettos, crotchless panties, lots of pleather and lace. A few bondage-y items. But those are just for me to enjoy. We need some things for Katie to wear out in public.”

“I’m not wearing lingerie out in public!” Katie cried.

“Not at the supermarket buying eggs, you idiot. For when you’re trying to entice a mall Santa to dive into your cootchie.”

“You make it sound like I need to coerce someone to make love to me.”

“First, no one is making ‘love’ to you but me. They’re just gonna fuck you. Second… coerce, entice, trick, beg - whatever works.”

“I think any man would be honored to have intimate relations with Katie,” Figgy stated.

“I told you to calm yourself down. But that’s exactly my point. We need to make her look more sexy to a heterosexual male.” Cynthia looked at Katie and frowned. “A lot more sexy.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Katie pouted.

Cynthia stood up. “Yes! Use that pout! Guys like pouty chicks. Now, come on. You can clean up the dishes after we get back. We have to go get you some sexy clothes.”

Arriving back at the mall, Cynthia, Katie, and Figgy made a beeline to Amour Galore. “You know,” Cynthia commented, “if I had a lingerie store, I’d name it Tits and Ass Galore.”

“It would have to be a pretty big store to hold your tits and ass,” Katie mumbled.

Cynthia glared at Katie. “Envy isn’t a good look on you. Hurry up. Maybe that lady will be there. Abby or something?”

“Annie,” Katie told her. “She smelled amazing.”

“Oh! She totally did!” Cynthia agreed. “Figgy, you gotta smell this lady. Get right up to her and give her a good sniff.”

Figgy wasn’t exactly sure how to reply to that, so he just said, “Okay.”

“That’s her!” Cynthia whispered, seeing the saleswoman through one of the plate glass windows. “Katie, just smile and try to look cute. I’ll do all the talking.”

Katie gave Cynthia a mock salute. “Aye aye, captain. Anything to make you happy.”

“Thank you,” Cynthia answered as she walked into the store.

“Hi! Can I help you find anything?” Annie asked, greeting them at the door. All three of them could instantly smell the faint but utterly lovely scent of vanilla mixed with roses.

“Yes,” Cynthia started. “We were here a while back -”

“Katie?” Annie grabbed the small girl in a warm and welcoming hug. “So,” she whispered into Katie’s ear, “how did your girlfriend like everything?”

Katie smiled remembering the advice and encouragement that Annie had given her the first time they had come in looking for some sexy undergarments for Katie to wear. “She loved it all. Thank you.”

“That makes me so happy,” Annie whispered back, her voice a sweetly lilting song in Katie’s ear. Annie hugged Cynthia and then looked at Figgy. “And who is this handsome gentleman?”

“This is our friend, Figgy,” Cynthia answered, introducing them.

Figgy gave her a small polite bow, but Annie would have none of that and took him into her arms for a proper greeting. The fragrance of vanilla and rose enveloped Figgy and he had to consciously keep the hug shorter than he would have liked. Not for any sexual reasons - although Annie was a strikingly beautiful woman - but because everything about her was so warm and welcoming and loving that he wanted to remain in her arms.

“So, what are you looking for today?” Annie asked.

“We want to dress Katie up in something very sexy and very Christmasy,” Cynthia told her. Then repeated, “Very sexy.”

Annie stepped back to take in the entirety of the awkwardly embarrassed Katie. “Stand tall,” Annie admonished her. “I told you last time. You are a beautiful woman. Be proud of who you are.” Katie tried to be proud, but only looked even more awkward.

“We can do this,” Annie told them. “You two go and get a snack or something. Leave us alone. Come back in forty-five minutes or so.”

“Come on.” Cynthia grabbed Figgy’s hand and pulled him back out into the mall. “I need to look for something.” As they left Katie in the capable hands of Annie, Cynthia started to talk. “You know that Freya the Sex Addict hooked us all into a crazy foursome of fornication, right?”

“Yes. I’ve heard about that.”

“And Katie has not only had sex with Alex, but blown him, too.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, it’s not like she’s that against sex with men. But we still have to kind of ease her into this. We have to make sure that she feels pretty and attractive and really turned on. Once she’s all revved up, there’s almost no stopping her. When she really gets going, she’d fuck a cold doorknob. So, I think some new lingerie - specifically for this, not just something for us - will make her feel sexy. You know? Pretty and special and all of that.”

“Well, she is pretty and special.”

Cynthia, who had still been absentmindedly holding his hand, stopped walking and pulled her hand back from him. “Will you calm the fuck down? Seriously!” She started off again, and Figgy hurried to catch up to her.

They walked in silence for a minute, then Figgy spoke. “Cynthia, you know that you are a beautiful woman and that you’re very special to everyone who knows you? You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” she replied listlessly.

“You’re very pretty. Don’t sell yourself short. You are an amazing person.”

“And fat.”

“I’ve heard that you prefer the term Rubenesque.”

Figgy watched a tiny smile touch her lips. “That depends on my mood,” she told him. “But thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

They continued to walk in silence again, but this time it was a comfortable silence.

Chapter 3

“I think this place will have what I’m looking for,” Cynthia said, pointing to a little jewelry and piercing kiosk at the end of one of the mall’s wings. “I don’t know if what I have in mind even exists.”

“Can I ask what you’re looking for?”

“Jingle bell nipple rings for Katie.”

“Oh…” Figgy’s eyes got a faraway look to them.

“Really, Fig?”

“Sorry. I’m a red-blooded man.”

Cynthia took his hand again. “Come on, you pervert. Let’s see what they have for holiday nipple jewelry.”

As they approached the kiosk, a young lady put her magazine down and stood up from her folding chair. “Can I help you guys find anything?”

“Uhh, yeah. Do you have… holiday nipple things? Rings or something?”

“Sure,” the woman replied. “Right on the other side.” As she led Cynthia and Figgy around the cart, she asked, “For you or for him?”

“Oh, no. No.” Cynthia let go of Figgy’s hand. “It’s something for my girlfriend - oh, sorry,” Cynthia laughed. “My fiancée. I always forget that.”

“I see.” The woman’s demeanor got decidedly cool. “Well, what we have is right here.” She vaguely waved her hand, then turned and went back to her chair and her magazine.

“I’m sorry,” Figgy mumbled to Cynthia.

“It’s fine. Fuck her if she can’t handle anything different than what’s in her little ‘perfect world’ bubble.” Cynthia smiled and Figgy could see that Cynthia really didn’t care what this woman thought of her. And he could see the true beauty that was inside her radiating outwards as she smiled. Cynthia had an easy charm that made her every bit as beautiful as Katie ever could be.

Figgy nodded. “Yup. Fuck her.” He turned his attention to the small holiday rack of body jewelry. “Here’s one with working jingle bells on it.”

Cynthia picked the display card up and looked at the surgical steel barbell with the tiny silver chain adorned with red, green, and gold bells. She gave it a little shake. “That is so cute. She’ll love these. And I don’t want you imagining them on her perfect little nipples, either. The bells jingling as her firm titties sway back and forth.”

“Katie’s right. You are mean!” He plucked them out of Cynthia’s hand. “Allow me. It’ll be my tiny contribution to this whole - what did you call it?”

“Katie’s Heterosexual Mall Santa Christmas Sex Romp.”

“Yeah. That thing.”

“Figgy, I will never get tired of saying this, but, you’re the best!”

“I’m just happy to be a part of it all.”

“But just because you’re paying for them, that doesn’t mean you get to see them in action.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Well,” Cynthia gave him a wink, “you could dream of it. That would be okay.”

Figgy paid the woman, ignoring her barely concealed look of disgust, and they then decided to grab a drink. The two friends reminisced about last year’s mall Santa escapade and chatted about some of the details for this year’s fun as they sipped fresh-squeezed lemonade and watched the early holiday shoppers strolling past.

Eventually, it was time to go back and see what Annie had picked out for Katie, but when they got there, Katie was already waiting outside the store clutching a tightly-wrapped package.

“We don’t get to see it?” Cynthia asked.

Katie smiled that coquettish smile of hers. “Nope. It’s for the first lucky Santa.”

“So, you’re totally on board with this thing now?”

“Yes. Annie talked me into it.” Katie turned and waved at the saleswoman through the window. Cynthia also waved to Annie and mouthed ‘thank you’ as the three turned to leave.

“We got you a present, Katie-bear,” Cynthia teased as they walked through the mall. “But you have to model it for us both when we get home.”

“Cynthia,” Figgy interjected, “I don’t think that’s -”

“Shut up. If she wants her prize, then we get to see it.” Cynthia tapped the package in Katie’s arms. “And all that, too.”

“Well… that depends. What did you get for me?” Katie asked.

Cynthia stopped and held out the small cardboard box. Katie looked at it expectantly. Ceremoniously, Cynthia opened the box and Katie saw the two items nestled in the soft white cotton. Cynthia watched Katie’s eyes light up as she looked at the Christmas-themed jewelry.

“They jingle,” Cynthia said and gently shook the box. “And they would look soooo cute on you. I can’t wait to see you model the whole ensemble for us when we get home.”

Katie didn’t want Cynthia to think that she wasn’t committed to the plan. After all, Figgy seeing her in the very revealing outfit wasn’t so terrible. It was just partial - well, pretty much completely full nudity. And on top of that, as terrifying as a string of random male sexual encounters may sound, Katie knew that Cynthia would never ever let anything bad happen to her.

But there was something more.

Deep down inside, there was a part of Katie that kind of wanted to see what it might be like to be… “normal.” To be a young woman having straight sex with men.

She looked at Figgy, but he was staring intently down the mall corridor at nothing in particular. He’d been a great friend. And if she was going to be having sex with multiple strangers, what’s the big deal with a friend just seeing her in lingerie? Even if it was very revealing lingerie?

In a flash, Katie grabbed the box out of Cynthia’s fingers. “Deal. I’ll model all of it for both of you when we get home.” She looked at Figgy, who was now staring at Katie in awe. “And Annie picked out an underbust corset, so you’ll get to see a lot!”

“That means her little boobies will be hanging out,” Cynthia explained to Figgy. “In all of their itty bitty tittie glory.”

Figgy just nodded, barely able to blink.

“Katie, let’s get this guy back home before he has a stroke.”

Katie held the wrapped up bag in her hands. “He may actually have a stroke when he sees me in this sexy getup.”

“Katie! Aren’t you the flirty little imp!”

Katie smiled that heart-melting smile of hers. “I’m trying.”

Back home, Cynthia shuffled Katie into the bedroom to get all dolled up, then joined Figgy in the kitchen to wait.

“I’m finishing off the cookies before she comes out and yells at me to not eat them before dinner,” Cynthia announced, grabbing a glass of milk to go with the cookies. “Do you want anything, Fig?”

“You don’t have any sweet tea, do you?”

“No. But we have tea and you can throw a bunch of sugar in it.”

Being a self-respecting southern boy, he said, “I think I’ll just have a glass of water, thank you.”

Cynthia got him a glass of ice water, then sat down at the table. “I’ll bet that whatever Annie picked out for her, it’s going to be breathtaking.”

“I’m sure it will,” Figgy agreed, his mouth dry despite the cool water that he kept gulping.

“But then again, anything on her is breathtaking. She’s breathtaking. Those perfect little tits. Her tight little ass.” Cynthia sighed thinking about her lover’s body. “Hot shaved pussy that’s always so soft and wet.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Figgy mumbled. He was afraid to say any more.