I hate Christmas. I love the smell of pines, the cozyness, the presents and the love! But I just can't stand spending it with my family. They're always bussy working, so I mostly spent it with my grandma, or on the rare occasion they showed up, the cellphone glimmered face of my parents. But this year was gonna be different, I'd worked so hard everyday to be perfect in every single way, I behaved my best (wich was rare) to accumulate enough "Good Kid Points" to request authorization for a party at home with friends. You see, I was no fool, I knew they were gonna be upstate for an important business trip... so the house was all mine. I invited some very, very naughty friends over, but I wasn't expecting what happened that night.

Last time I saw Gale, she was heading towards Europe onboard of god-knows-who's private jet, high off her mind... the sweat from that night's party hadn't dried on her fur yet before she set on ANOTHER endless party. She was always fun to hang around, even when you didn't want to stumble into fun, fun would knock down your door and parade through your living room in loose underwear and uhhhh.... I kinda got lost.

Anyways.

We were having fun hanging around my parent's cabin (the one I worked so hard all year to be allowed to have a party in, because if I scratched one single piece of furniture GOD SO HELP ME) since they were upstate for a business trip. We were playing silly games and drinking egg-nog (because of course, it's Christmass you silly goose!) when she arrived with one of her friends from abroad, and very loudly and proudly anounced she had stolen somebody's expensive vodka and broken down a car (dunno who it was), wich was fine and all but I never drank too much of it (Oh god I hope this doesn't upset my stomach or makes me dance like a fool)...

We started drinking and dancing around, when somebody suggested we play truth or dare (or, as Gale called it, dare and SPICY dare, because honestly, who picks truth?). We were all a few drinks too many in when the shyness started to wear off, and we started to dare each other to increasingly riskier stuff, like licking someone's neck clean, or to run around in our underwear. I didn't realize we were having so much fun, I almost forgot that this was Christmas! So it was about time to open presents, that I stumbled into Gale in the kitchen, all bent over the counter, and I jokingly said "is that my present? because it needs some wrapping!"... imagine my surprise as she turned around and smirked at me and said "you can tie the bow then".
We started to smoosh our faces together until they were just a sloppy mess of drool, I slid my finger under her panties to find it quite wet and steamy, ready for a licking. I was so turned on I almost forgot our friends were right in the other room, but as I turned my head, I saw e v e r y o n e was doing the same thing. The smell in the air was so intoxicating, we were all just a big hot mess, rolling around the house and getting all kinds of fluids on the furniture. I bent Gale over the counter and started to gobble like it was my last meal, and as I kept going at it, I could hear her screams muffled by a kitchen towel she was biting into, so I tied it around her mouth before I started to probe with my finger around her holes, spreading all the sticky and yummy stuff around. She started to thrust into my hand more and more, so I started to press with more finger, until almost my full hand was shoved inside and she kept rocking back and forward. She came so hard in my hand it splashed all over my arm and chest, so I just kept going at it, after all... it was my present, wasn't it?

Needless to say... I love Christmas now.