Advent Calendar (An Erotic / Erotica Paranormal Tale) Read Free

prepared to rebuff her, but she hadn't approached me.
Which was fine with me. I hadn't called her and didn't intend to.
If I could avoid a scene, it was even better.
    Watching the blonde and Betsy on the dance
floor was something, though. My second bullseye had missed by
inches because of the sight of their tits pressed close, their arms
in the air as they writhed together and—holy fuck, were they
kissing?! That's when I lost it. I had to stop just looking
peripherally and turn my head a little more to be sure, and my
premature release of the dart caught up with me. No bullseye—and
another couple moved into my line of vision on the dance floor and
I couldn't see them anymore either, damnit. The blonde came over
after that and kept trying to drag me or Tyler out with her, but I
was soundly kicking his ass at electronic darts, in spite of my
misses, and I wasn't going anywhere until this game was over.
    "You're up," I said to Tyler, grabbing my
Heineken just before the blonde put it to her lips. "Hey, hey!
Cooties." I grinned at her, and she stuck her tongue out. Oh, what
a sight—a pink, pointed tease.
    "Hey, if I remember right,
you guys live around the corner, don't you?" Yeah, that’s subtle, sweetheart. Was
it really going to be this easy? Not that it was ever really hard.
All you had to do was lower your standards, which I'd carelessly
done with this chick one very drunk night near the beginning of the
term. The memory of my puking in our sink afterward overwhelmed
whatever vague recollection I had of fucking her, but she hadn't
let me alone since. Well, if she was in for seconds, why not? I
just nodded, draining the rest of my beer. It was my turn. Ten more
points and I had this game wrapped up. The trick was, it had to be
ten.
    Exactly ten.
    I aimed carefully. The
blonde watched me from a bar stool, swinging a black heel off her
toe. The truth was she'd been after me for months, but since Betsy
I hadn't had much interest in other girls. Now things were
different. Damn, but her tits were incredible—a mountain of full,
fleshy spillage over a too-tight black laced-up thing. I decided
that if I made this shot, I was going to take her back to our
apartment and fuck her until Mr. Waters upstairs had a coronary or
called the police, whichever came first. It was the perfect way to
celebrate watching that dumb ass calendar swallowed up by the
garbage truck this morning. No more Betsy,
no more games, back to business as usual.
    I let the dart go, and the
board lit up in celebration. Ten. I
win. I collected my prize, and wished the
whole walk home that I'd listened to Tyler and taken the car, since
I didn't even get the benefit of looking at her hard nipples in the
cold with her jacket all zipped up and her arms crossed in front of
her chest like that. They sprang free in the apartment, though—no
pretenses or cold drinks, guess we'd had enough of those. She
dropped her coat near the door and pressed herself against me right
there. Her lips were as cold as mine, but inside her mouth was warm
and her tiny tongue probed against my teeth. She squealed when my
cold hands abandoned the laces on her top and just pushed it down,
bra and all, spilling her breasts into them.
    God, she smells
incredible! Whatever the hell perfume she
was wearing was intoxicating, and I dipped my nose into the swell
of her cleavage where it was stronger. "You smell great," I
murmured against her neck. She giggled, and I winced. Note to self—don't make her giggle!
    "Pheromones…" The feel of her breath in my
ear made my cock jump.
    "What?" I tilted my head to look at her.
    "Never heard of pheromones? Just chemicals
we give off…love scents. It's like an aphrodisiac. Careful, you
could fall in love with me," she teased.
    "You've got a love scent, alright," I
agreed, kissing her, harder, digging for that tiny tongue again and
finding it.
    She moaned against my mouth, responding to
my thumbs rubbing over her hard nipples. They were pale pink