I Hate XMas - Pt. 02 - Second XMas

Authors Notes: None of the events portrayed in this story are true. Nothing should be read into the plot or themes. Just a fun idea that was played with to come up with an erotic story.

Shelley and Nick's adventures continue, with unexpected consequences

Introduction

'She always told this part as a cautionary tale when one of us was head over heels for some new love interest.' He said looking to see Nick's reaction.

'Rightfully so.' Nick says without giving away any insight.

Part 2: Shelley's second Christmas

It had been over six months since I last corresponded with Nick, a bit longer since we spoke on the phone. It was neither of our faults, just busy lives. Nick's business was going through a growth phase, he seemed to be hiring new executives every month in the first half of the year. And at the start of Summer, I was accepted into an accelerated PhD program. A busy life means six months go by without realizing it.

We last physically occupied each other's space at the end of the first quarter of the year. One of Nick's famous surprise visits. I received a message on a Sunday from Nick to tell me he was heading into town for a few days to do interviews for one of his new executive positions. He was staying downtown at a boutique hotel, executive style. We arranged to catch up for dinner Wednesday night after his first interview at a nice restaurant along the river.

I raced home from work on Wednesday afternoon with much excitement. I wanted to see Nick so badly. I missed him despite it only being two months since we had last seen each other. A quick shower to wash off the smell of the Hospital I had become accustomed to. I do not know if it is in my head or real. Never sure if anyone else could smell it on me, but if I had a date after work I would always spend longer than necessary scrubbing my body.

Dinner with Nick meant LDB. My favorite short black dress that hugs my body. It always gives me confidence on a night out. Something about my red hair offsetting the sheen of the black fabric. Red lace bra that presents my breasts in their best light, not that they need much help. Black thigh-high stockings with a red line down the back to catch the eye of the discerning leg man. Black patent leather retro Mary Janes' with pumped heels.

I know my eyes take most of the focus from guys, especially Nick, so try to give them something else to look at as well. Not always successful, which often makes me wonder why I make the effort some days. I always get back to the fact it also makes me feel good.

Straight to the hotel to meet Nick. As I had hoped he was waiting for me in the quiet reception. As soon as he set eyes on me his face turned to that stunned geek look. I love how he can so clearly be stunned when he looks at me, yet we carry on for hours talking about each other.

'It is a nice night. I thought we could walk done to dinner. The reception said it was only a few blocks.' Nick says as he gives me a peck on the lips and a hug to greet me. My heart melts and I know I will be his for the night.

I felt like there was something I was missing, but could not put a finger on it. That is until we start to walk. It was a nice night, but there was a slight chill in the air. And with my legs swishing around my excited pussy I felt the cool air. That is when I remembered. Underwear. I was in such a fluster to get ready that I forgot underwear. And my LBD was short enough to have ridden up when I sat in the back seat of the rideshare that took me downtown. No wonder the driver told me to have a great night.

The closer we walked towards the river, the cooler the early evening air started to get. I was starting to feel the effects, wrapping my arms around one of Nick's to steady myself while maintaining the false theory it would warm me up. Nick asked if I was alright. I promised him I would tell him soon. He looked worried.

The waiter greeted us as we entered the warmth of the restaurant taking us straight to our table. All the tables are in clusters or booths surrounded by sheer curtains to give the impression of privacy and exclusivity. Nick ordered us drinks as we were seated in our private booth while I slid beside him to give him another kiss that said, "I missed you". He smiles looking into my eyes.

Confession time. I told Nick the reason for my reaction as we walked. I explained that in a rush to get to see him, I forgot to put underwear on. Unlike most other men, whose natural instinct would be to look down at my short skirt that was once again riding up to expose me. Nick kept eye contact as he slowly took the napkin from the setting in front of him and placed it over my lap before the waiter returned to do the same. I think my pussy skipped a heartbeat at that moment. He then leaned in to give me a sensual kiss that lasted for what felt like an hour.

As Nick broke the kiss he whispered. 'This is all right. I will buy you a new pair of underwear tomorrow.'

Whatever was left of me to melt, did so in that moment. Firstly at his kind gesture. And secondly at the thought of spending the night with him to allow him to go shopping for me the next day.

Dinner was wonderful. Nick ordered food to share and a very nice bottle of wine. We did start with our usual beers, from the bottle. That was the one node to our, or maybe my, regular life.

After dinner, we retired, as they call it, to an outside deck overlooking the river with a gas heater. Nick wrapped me in a blanket from the restaurant as we finished the bottle of wine with some dessert. My heart was completely melted ice cream by the time Nick was finished with me. As we left he asked the waiter if they minded him taking the blanket for the return walk to our hotel, he would arrange for it to be returned the next day. To my surprise, they agreed. We slowly walked back to the hotel. Nick never asked if I wanted to come up to his room. We both just knew we would.

Once in Nick's room, I sat him on the edge of the king-sized bed. I wanted to feel his eyes caressing all of my body, not just my eyes. Slowly I undressed in front of him. I used my eyes to guide him to whatever part of my body I wanted to feel his gaze on. It was slow and painful, he kept returning to my eyes. But I persisted until I stood in front of him, naked.

As he watched I removed his shirt, pants and underwear. Despite my thoughts that he was not focused on my body, he was hard. I climbed onto his lap to lower myself onto him. As he wrapped his arms around me I slid down. He filled me as I sat on him.

We made slow love that first night. Over and over again. Feeling and touching each other in erotic sensual togetherness.

I spent the next three days mostly naked on Nick's bed or in the large bath in the suite's bathroom, which was not so much a room but an extension of the bedroom.

The hotel room was not a typical business traveler establishment. The suite Nick was in was bigger than the essential workers' apartment I had that was jammed between the Hospital and the University. A large living space has several functions. Overlooking the full-height windows is a large Oak desk with leather writing pad insert like you would see in a lawyers office. Nick fucked me on the desk. There is a dining table for four, that we sat at to eat the room serves meals Nick ordered three times a day. And a lounge area with plush leather couches around a theatre-sized screen. Nick fucked me multiple times on the couches. And as I said a separate bedroom with a king plus bed and open bathroom. A large elliptical two-person bathtub, open shower and vanity. Nick fucked me at each location.

On the first day, Nick left with the "Do Not Disturb" sign out to attend one of the interviews. When he returned he had an oversized brown paper shopping bag. I sat on the bed giddy with excitement to see what he purchased for me. It could only have been for me. He dove his hand into the bag to pull out the first item. I held my clenched fists to my mouth as he slowly pulled out a large skin-colored pair of Grandma underwear. I looked at him with shame before bursting into laughter. He did say he would buy me some underwear.

I was not going to let him prolong the unveiling of the presents any longer so jumped off the bed and pulled the bag from his grasp as I distracted him with a passionate kiss. As he retreated, I pulled out my new clothes one by one. Everything was my size. He took in every detail to get it right. A calf-length pleated A-line skirt. White leather Stan's. And a green blouse that matched my eyes when I was feeling naughty. I would not wear the outfit until we left the hotel three days later, but the act of purchasing them for me drew me even deeper into Nick's soul.

Later that day Nick was on a video call with his executive team as I was running a bath. Someone on the call noted they could hear water running in the background. Nick did not want to alert them to my presence so told them it was him, asking them to hold while he went to turn it off. As he stepped away from his laptop he spun it sideways so his team could not see the fancy room. Unfortunately, he missed the large mirror on the wall that reflected a perfect image of me lying naked in his king-sized bed.

Fortunately, as the boss stepped away most of the team turned away from their computers. All except Nick's business partner Rob. Lucky for me, Rob controls everything IT in the business and is very, very, quick on his feet. He managed to mute Nick's camera before anyone saw me. When Nick returned he could not work out how the camera turned itself off. Rob told him he would call him after the meeting to troubleshoot the issue.

Without a bath full of warm soapy water I had to lay on the bed and watch Nick at work. He was very good at what he did. His authority turned me on even more. He was focused. As each of his executives reported on the financial status of their respective departments, Nick kept bringing it back to the people. He asked about the welfare of individuals he should have no place knowing in a big organization. But he did. And it was sexy.

After the meeting, I continued to lay there watching Nick as he took the follow-up call from Rob.

'Man, what is going on? Do I have a virus?'

'No mate. It was me. I saved your arse.'

'What? How? Why?'

'I take it the gorgeous redhead laying on your bed is Shelley? Hi Shelley.' Rob called out. 'You doofus. You turned the laptop to face the big arse mirror beside you. Luckily everyone turned away from the meeting at the same time, so only I saw. And I must say mate, batting above your average there.'

By this time I realized what had happened. Putting on a silk robe I went to thank Rob for saving my modesty from their employees. I leaned over Nick's shoulder, giving him another look at my ample cleavage that was showing from the top of the robe. I had heard about Rob, but that was the first time we met.

We laughed and continued our few days of luxury in Nick's room.

Nick dropped me back at my apartment with a kiss as we parted again. That was the last time I saw him. It had been nine months. We have chatted and texted, but even that was six months ago. About four weeks before Christmas I had to travel for an intensive study as part of the PHD, and that is when I had this overwhelming need to be with Nick for Christmas.

I put in place an elaborate plan that I knew would see me stuck in Nick's hometown the day before Christmas. Once stranded I would make a surprise visit to his house and spend the holidays naked in his bed. The plan was simple. I was upstate for the intensive and had promised my mother I would fly down south to be with her and my stepfather. But being on a budget, I played travel agent for myself picking flights on opposing airlines that took me to Nick's town for a change over between two different airlines. The first is notorious for delays and cancellations, meaning I was almost guaranteed to miss my connection. By missing my connection the return flight south would be canceled, leaving me to wait for five days until my flight from Nick's town back to my home base, which was booked on a third carrier. And because I was arrogant enough to not book with the same airlines, they all would have zero sympathy for my plight. Christmas Eve flights will be all booked out. Holiday hotels are all booked out. What was a girl to do? But go with Plan N. Nick's place.

And that is how I found myself there, standing at the top of the steps that led from the street to Nick's house. I looked around one last time before pressing the doorbell. That little residential enclave in the inner city could be located in London. A ring of three-level terrace houses around a cul de sac that has a park filled with trees and playgrounds running up the middle of the road. The terrace houses are all very similar, with ground-floor garages and external stairs to the first-floor entrance portico that is shared between mirror pairs of terraces. Beside the entrance, each terrace has a large picture window looking into the world within. The top level has a pair of tall casement windows that look like lazy eyes under the rectangular gable-ended roof lines.

Deep breath Shelley. Check everything is in place. Suitcase to my left, oversized Tote bag on my right shoulder, jacket to protect me from the winder chills open enough to show an appetizingly large amount of cleavage, hair flowing, lips red, eyes turned on. Finger pushed the brass doorbell button to the sound of a pleasing chime inside. Put on this pouty stranded face.

The door handle clicked as it was opened from the inside. No need to check the security camera in that neighborhood. The door swung open and my heart jumped to see Nick standing inside. I have missed him so much.

'Fuck I hate Christmas.' Is all I said as a naughty grin slid over my face.

I quickly go from excited to a bit concerned when I look into Nick's eyes. He has a look of fear and excitement. He looked torn. Not knowing if he wanted to wrap his arms around me or slam the door closed.

'You're not going to invite a girl in?' I asked, hoping for some more response. Maybe verbal.

Nick just stood there looking at me, his mouth opening and closing without noise.

'Hey, Babe, who is at the door.' Is the next sound I hear. A fresh bright female voice coming into our realm.

Shit. The one factor I did not count on.

'Oh, hi. Um, I'm Kelly.' The tall statuesque Blonde says. 'Babe. Stop standing there like a doofus, it is cold out and Shelley looks like she needs to get warmed up.' If the Blonde was flustered by my presence she quickly recovered as she took my hand and led me into the reception of Nick's lovely ornate house. 'Babe, grab her bags and bring them inside.'

All I can think is, Fuck I Hate Christmas.

'Oh my, look at you. Everything I imagined.' Hitting Nick on the arm. 'Nick did not tell me you would be in town for the break.'

Nick stands there stunned. His world is thrown into chaos in the ring of his doorbell.

Shit, I should have checked.

I quickly compose myself. 'I'm sorry to turn up unannounced. Travel issues. Nick was not expecting me. I was not expecting to be here.' I then go on to explain my well-orchestrated travel hiccups. Leaving out the parts where I orchestrated the failures. 'I'm so sorry, but I tried all the hotels, Plan A, B, C and D. I'm stuck.' I finish dropping my eyes to the floor in embarrassment for a plan so well executed but a result so bad. Not that they knew that, they just thought I was a wary traveler out of luck for Christmas.

'Well, it looks like Plan N it is then.' Kelly announces. How funny, we both thought of Nick as plan N. 'Babe, the spare room is still made up after Brad and Carroll visited over Thanksgiving. Go show Shelley to the room. Do not let her carry her own bags. While you get settled I will go fix us some drinks. You look like you could use one.' Kelly finishes with. I'm not sure if it was aimed at me or Nick. 'How much fun. A surprise guest for the Holidays.' She finishes as she turns to head back into the vast house.

This is the point it hit me. Fuck. As soon as she saw the voluptuous redhead on the doorstep of her boyfriend's house, Kelly knew I was Shelley. Fuck, fuck, fuck I Hate Christmas.

'Come on. We cannot fight her once she decides to do something.' Nick quietly says as he picks up my bag and starts to climb the stairs to the top floor.

As I climb the stairs, yes looking up at Nick's tight arse in his jeans. My mood has gone from excited, to shocked, to fear and lastly, I can feel anger coming on. Kelly, Kelly, Kelly. Oh shit, Kelly.

At the top of the stairs, Nick opens to door to the first room carrying my bag inside. I follow, determined to make a point. Taking hold of Nick, I push him against the wall of the room. With clenched teeth, I hiss at him.

'Kelly. Really? Kelly?'

Nick looks at me with shock.

'What the fuck are you thinking? It is Kelly.' I keep hissing.

Nick looks a bit lost. 'But my mother likes her.' He says with a little uncertainty.

My anger overflows for a moment, but not wanting Kelly to hear I keep hissing. 'Your mother could like me if you introduced us.'

'Sorry. We caught up and talked over what happened.' Nick says.

'Really. So she was sorry for what she did.'

'Yes, she explained it was a moment of weakness. Having grown up in a very conservative Mid-west family she never explored sexually. So once she was opened up to a world of sexual pleasure she knew no boundaries. Not like us. We explored early and learned the lessons. She had to find out the hard way.'

'By sleeping with your buddy.' I hiss as my nostrils flair. 'No wait, two of your buddies. At. The. Same. Time.' I say, emphasizing each word with a finger pushed into his chest. 'I bet your mother does not know that.'

Nick just opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out.

I dive in and lock lips with him. A passionate kiss of lust and anger. I taste him. He tastes like I remember and my mood is soothed.

Nick slowly pulls me off his lips. It feels like he does not want to, but knows he has to.

'Please, take a minute to compose yourself and come down. You ARE welcome to stay for Christmas. I think you and Kelly are very similar. You may even get along.'

'Yer, similar. Round redhead and stick figure blonde.' As soon as I said it I regretted it. He was being nice and Kelly had already invited me into their house. Knowing who I was. 'Sorry. That was wrong. I'm just a little overcome.'

'Far enough. Both of us are. But take a few moments and head on down.'

I smile at Nick as he turns to go. 'Hang on.' I say pulling him back towards me. I wipe my lipstick off his lips. 'I do not think Kelly will understand that well with lipstick on your lips...' I smile as I let him go.

As Nick suggested I do take a minute to compose myself. I splash some water on my face to calm down and slip on some underwear. Yep, I was that sure of myself. The top button of my blouse is done up. High heels kicked off for comfy shoes.

Heading back down the stairs I hear Nick and Kelly talking. I can not hear the details, but am thankful the tone sounds calm and welcoming. Tentatively I step off the bottom step as I turn the corner to walk the long central corridor through Nicks place. I have never been here, but he talked me through every painful detail when he was buying it earlier this year. Instinctively I feel like I know where I'm going.

The corridor passed the lounge and dining on the left and the powder room on the right that is hidden under the stairs. It then opens onto a large family space at the back. Open kitchen, informal dining and lounge spaces with Nicks's two bazillion-inch televisions. I stand in looking at the space as Kelly jumps out from behind the fridge door.