Pushing up on my tip toes my lips whispering over his, displaying confidence only copious amounts of alcohol and an imaginary man can provide, “You’re every fantasy I have and the only gift I could ever want,” I whisper, flicking my tongue out to lick his succulent cupids bow, before crushing my lips to his.
All my inhibitions are gone. This is not a real Kohl, it’s a drunken fun ride and I will enjoy every second.
His arms drop from being crossed when I collide with him, his hands sliding around my hips to grip my ass, pulling me into his hard body drawing a moan from my lips. Those large hands that can palm a basketball can also cover the span of my cheeks.
If drinking brings these kinds of illusions, I need to do it more often.
His tongue runs the seam of my lips demanding access, his hands pull my ass, rubbing me into his hardening erection. Cinnamon explodes on my taste buds, taking over the peppermint from the alcohol, his tongue tangling with mine. My knees melt from under me, the only thing keeping me upright is his hands holding me. Lights explode behind my eyes. The blood soaring in my veins, singing his praise. His dick rubbing my panty clad clit with each grinding motion. Pretend Kohl is very responsive and very large.
I thank my imagination for being so generous with his dick size.
Grabbing his arms, without losing the connection to his lips, I swing us around to land on Ronnie’s bed. Taking advantage of everything the Schnapps has offered me; I move quickly, in fear he may disappear. Gasping as his weight hits me and his jean clad erection slams between my legs.
“Oh, God, yes. This is so amazing,” I breathe. Fighting nausea our fall created in my stomach. Closing my eyes to keep the room from spinning.
Pulling up off me, his breathing labored, he pushes my hair off my face, “Stop, we have to stop. I don’t want you like this, not when you don’t think it’s me.”
“Shh, imaginary Kohl. No talking. Don’t stop rubbing. Don’t stop kissing. Keep that grinding thing you’re doing. This is my fantasy and you’re not being a good erotic mirage,” I yawn, my eyes heavy and hard to keep open. I don’t want to sleep. I want to stay in this moment. I want to stay with my fake Kohl.
As my eyes closed, he whispers, “Merry Christmas. Sleep, my Tennie Girl. Sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake.” Smiling, I snuggle into his warm chest and the world goes dark.
* * *
Kohl
I couldn’t leave her alone on Christmas Day. I spent time with my family, opening presents and having dinner but my thoughts were consumed with the wonderful girl still on campus. Once everything is cleaned up, I explain to my parents how I have a good friend who is still on campus with no family to spend the holiday with and I would really like to return so she’s not alone.
My mom pats my back with a large knowing smile, “This friend is a girl?”
“Yes, but we’re only good friends. She’s smart and funny but she doesn’t have anyone and though I love being here with you, I need to see her.”
My dad asks, eyes twinkling like he knows my secret, “Why didn’t you invite her home with you, son? You know we would have loved to meet a new friend.” He knows me too well; he knows I could never be only friends with a girl.
“She’s too stubborn and didn’t want to burden anyone. Please, I have to see her,” I plead.
With a hug, my mom says, “You’re such a good boy. Go. Take my car and go see your friend.”
They don’t have to tell me twice. I grab her keys and bolt to the door, it’s a two-hour drive back to campus and I want to get back before Ten goes to bed.
Back on campus, I rush to my room first, grabbing her present before I go to her dorm. I want to surprise her. I’m glad her door is unlocked but angry she left it open when she is the only person left in the dorm. When I enter her room, she is singing some sort of Christmas song but has changed the words, some of her words are slurred and the room reeks of peppermint.
If I were a lesser man I would have taken advantage of the situation. Her inhibitions are down; she so tanked she won’t remember what happened but I care for her too much to take her this way. But that doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying watching her juicy ass shake in those little white panties.
One taste won’t hurt, I think when she flicks my top lip with the tip of her tongue. That’s it. I’m done. I’m going in and I don’t care if I ever come back out.
Peppermint and chocolate explode in my mouth, my tongue tangling with hers. My hands glide over the supple curve of her hips, gripping her ass, I groan when she grinds against my dick.
Her warmth spreads along every inch of my skin. Time stops my blood pounds in my ears and courses with violence through my veins, ending at my dick. She’s the beginning and the end—of what, I’m unsure; I have this feeling it will never be like this with anyone else.
I stay awake for hours after she drifts off, watching her sleep. Her face so youthful and full of peace. A smile crests her lips occasionally. Is she dreaming of me? The woman that I held in my arms tonight was so secure and forward. She knew what she wanted, had no fear of taking it. Her insecurities were gone, her guards down, she was open and brave, she was amazing. I wish she could be that way without the influence of alcohol. I wish she could see herself the way I see her.
Holding her tight to
