Lady Writer – The Christmas Special

by Abby Rhodes

  

I've always loved Christmas and I love the smell of a real Christmas tree. It's the one thing that says to me – 'eat, drink, be merry and give presents'. Every Christmas, because of the 'eat, drink' part, I suddenly can't fit into several tight things I own until the weight comes off half as slowly as it went on. Strangely enough, it never stopped me doing it all over again the next year.

The first Christmas after I met Danielle was a memorable occasion. There was a festive air about the house and a nice fir tree had been sacrificed to stand in one corner of the living room. Over a couple of weeks we all took turns hanging decorations, tinsel, strings of lights, candy canes and other stuff all over it, so by Christmas Eve it was hard to find the greenery under the decorations.

My living room has a large fireplace and I always have a log burning through December. Fifi and I spent a lot of time sitting on the couch watching old movies on TV, and DVDs of such classic, well-loved Christmas movies as Terminator 2 and Die Hard. Fifi was heading for New York a few weeks after Christmas to (her words) get her vagina installed and I just gave up writing for a few weeks. It had been all work and not enough play for a long time. Dead Right, my new novel, was almost finished and it could wait until January for the addition of a few more adjectives and some minor plot details. Danielle was coming through from the city most weekends and I'd been to the city a few times to shop for presents for the girls, myself, my parents and Uncle Arthur.

I wanted to get something for Uncle Arthur because his presence in my mother's life as Louise had contributed hugely to her tolerance of my cross-dressing. In fact, I must start referring to him as Aunt Louise, or maybe just Louise. Anyway, I'd bought him a black silk satin nightgown and robe encrusted with black lace and I was sure he would love it. I know I did, and I bought the same outfit in white for Danielle. I'd invited Uncle .., sorry, Louise, up for Christmas but she elected to stay warm in Alabama.

The lingerie department at Saks had taken a real beating since December started. I'd been to stay at Danielle's apartment in the city several times and Fifi had gone into the city with me twice. She was having a ball because she finally had some sizable money and declared she wanted to spend some of it. On each trip she filled up the back of the car with boxes and I was hoping some of them were for me.

 

It was getting colder and the prospect of a white Christmas was getting stronger. Fifi and I were having a competition to see who could outdo the other in the glamorous nightwear department and each evening, just before we went to bed, we appeared in front of the fire in what we considered was the epitome of style. I'm not sure how the competition got started. My quest for glamour was still centred on the internet and especially ebay, but with the Christmas spirit in full cry, the New York shops had produced some wonderful nightwear just for the occasion. It meant that there was plenty for us lingerie hunter-gatherers to hunt and gather.

I described my ebay bridal set in an earlier story and it was and is still hard to beat for sheer knockout glamour. Fifi got me though, in several ways, one night. She turned up in the lounge in a nearly see-through babydoll that just failed to reach the top of her thighs, a pair of panties that matched, but no robe. There was a lot of cleavage and not much fabric. I didn't quite know what to say, but I immediately conceded defeat.

I wish I could say that when Fifi did this sort of thing, which wasn't often, I ignored her obvious charms, especially when she gave me a grin that said she knew she'd won the competition before she even stepped out her bedroom, but it wasn't possible. She's just too gorgeous to ignore, and the look in her eye that night gave me an erection I had some difficulty hiding. As she left the room with her trophy (mentally), I actually groaned. Don't do this to me, Fifi, I thought.

Fifi's new enterprise, the Village Gallery, had been a success right from day one. As soon as her inheritance turned up she had a team of carpenters, plumbers and electricians tearing out and completely rebuilding the inside of the old stables in the village. A guy named Ed had refurbished the stables as a rib joint a long time ago and it closed when Ed got divorced after a waitress was seen holding something that wasn't Ed's hand after they closed up one night. As a dedicated consumer of ribs I'd like to say, 'Come back, Ed, all is forgiven.'

Fifi had been to see quite a few above-average local painters, sculptors and craftspeople and offered to show their stuff and because she hadn't asked for an outlandish commission, most agreed to let her have a few items to see how they went. The first month saw a more or less total sell-out and now they were clamouring to give her more and better things. Fifi decided opening from Thursday to Sunday was enough until spring came. That gave her three days a week to do paperwork, source new works of art and do Christmas shopping. I'd offered to open the gallery up occasionally while she was away in New York after the New Year and she thought that was a good idea and would keep faith with the people supplying her.

The gallery opening, about three weeks ago, was brilliant. All the locals turned up, and all the artists showed up and even the famous local writer, Ryan King, who hadn't been seen in the village for months, was there. I hadn't worn a single male garment since I got back from my tour of the South, and it felt strange to put on a t-shirt and stuff all my hair up under a baseball cap again. I'd tried a beanie but it made me look like a criminal. Something to do with my face shape and the moustache. I kept waiting to be arrested.

The moustache idea had worked well on the tour and I got used to the bushy attachment under my nose. Sometimes I was sure I was going to get found out, but as far as I could tell, no-one in the South caught on. I was more worried about running into my hairdresser or someone else from the village who knew me well as Anna Ryan. (Sorry, I can't bring myself to call them the village people). The moustache was the easy part; it was harder to get my hair up and inside a cap but I was in love with my hair and no way was I going to change it.

I caught up with Beth and Suzanne at the opening and I tried to look inconspicuous but I was introduced to the Mayor and a whole raft of people Anna also knew. I tried to get away early but it seems I have a huge fan base in the village and everyone wanted to talk to me. It was one of those times that being a cross-dresser made life a bit uncomfortable because I was on my home ground. I'd spent a lot of my life being wary of being found out because I was really Ryan King in women's clothing, but here I was worrying about being recognised as Anna Ryan in men's clothing. Very strange.

I managed to avoid Judy, my hairdresser, but only by ducking away every time I saw her headed in my direction. For all I know, she may not have recognised me if she spoke to me, but there was no-one else in the village at that time who knew my facial features and hair colour as intimately as Judy.

Fifi was bubbling with excitement and, as the Mayor finished his speech welcoming a new addition to the town, the finger food arrived from the Candle in the Wind across the street. I was speaking with Suzanne when the food came in and I took a chicken drum to nibble on. I munched as I talked and when I looked down at the food I was horrified to see my moustache sitting on top of the chicken like a large hairy caterpillar. Suzanne was trying to tell me about it but she was shaking as she unsuccessfully tried to stop herself from having hysterics and could only point. I was lucky I was facing the wall and I passed Suzanne my plate, grabbed the fur and stuck it on my lip. It obviously wasn't going to stay there and I could feel it coming loose whenever I took my finger off it. I couldn't think of anything to hold it on, then I had some inspiration and asked Suzanne if she had any eyelash adhesive in her bag. She said no, but she thought Beth might.

She waved Beth over and very soon I was wearing a firmly fixed moustache. It took Suzanne a good five minutes to stop laughing and then there was the retelling to Beth and Fifi, which started her off again. Later, we established the girls would be staying at home for Christmas and I invited them to visit us on Christmas Eve and to stay over for Christmas dinner if they wanted to.

"Who's cooking?" asked Beth.

"Fifi."

"In that case we'd love to come, Anna."

I hate food critics.

"What's the dress code?" asked Suzanne.

"Casual and then slumber party," I said.

We left it at that and once the wine was gone and the food consumed we moved on to the bar in the Candle and got home late.

 

Me and Danielle were getting along just fine. As I said, she came up more often as we got closer to Christmas and she planned to spend the entire Christmas-New Year period at my place. That was fine by me and Fifi was planning on closing the gallery from Christmas Eve until the day after New Years Day. Danielle's parents live in Flagstaff, Arizona where they run a tourist operation. They couldn't get away this year but wanted us to go visit them next year.

 

By the time Christmas Eve arrived I was as excited as a kid, but that's normal. The Christmas tree was surrounded to knee height with presents and Fifi had the food well in hand. I was given the cleaning chores and assured I was helping by staying away from the kitchen.

A cold front carrying snow was heading our way and by two it was close to snowing. By three the first flakes were floating down and we went outside to watch them and catch them. They started getting thicker just as Danielle rang the bell at the gate. I let her in and greeted her at the door with a mutual exchange of lipstick and caresses. By the time I got her inside, Beth and Suzanne rang the bell. They said it was a case of coming over early or there was a strong possibility they'd be snowed in and miss out on the party.

A White Christmas, Danielle, Fifi and the girls. Talk about idyllic. I opened champagne and that set the tone for the day. I had six dozen bottles in the kitchen cupboard I laughingly called a cellar and there was no chance of running out. It was really dumping outside and I proposed a toast to Christmas. Danielle sent me out in the snow to put her BMW in the garage and clear the packages off the back seat and Suzanne took the opportunity to collect parcels from the trunk of their car. By the time we all got inside and the parcels were distributed around the tree, the pile of gifts was unbelievably high and deep.

At the gallery opening, once we established the girls were coming over for Christmas, Fifi and I had seen to it there would be gifts for them as well, but it never occurred to me they would bring things for us. It made me quite emotional, but Christmas always does that. Sometimes, just hearing 'O Come All Ye Faithful' playing in a shop or mall can move me.

So I proposed another toast to Christmas and Danielle said to me, "Er.. Anna, we have to confess we've been in conspiracy mode this last week. Once you told me the girls were coming over, Fifi and I decided to boost the Christmas spirit with a little surprise and the girls thought it was a great idea. Show him, girls."

I hadn't really thought about the fact he girls still had their coats on. They stood up and took their coats off in a fairly theatrical manner to reveal a Christmas costume that would land Santa in hot water if he got caught in it. From the floor up they wore black high-heeled ankle boots, sheer black stockings with plain tops held up by red garter straps, a red miniskirt with a white marabou trim, a red satin corset under a short red bolero style jacket, again with white marabou trim, and they put on white trimmed red Santa hats with a flourish. Fifi appeared, I didn't realise she'd left the room, in the same outfit.

Danielle passed me a package and said, "This is yours, lover. Let's go o the bedroom and I'll get mine from my bag and I'll help you change."

I knew what 'help me change' meant. Danielle helping me change can add fifteen minutes to the process, but the reverse also applies.

We took the opportunity to do some serious groping and kissing. Then Danielle took off the sweater, white shirt and creamy pleated skirt I had on and I helped with the many layers she wore for the trip up. Finally there were just various pieces of silk and satin left to separate us and everyone knows that silk and satin have never been much of a barrier to caressing and kissing. My panties were coping quite well with their contents but I wanted to take Danielle on the bed there and then. We couldn't decide what the protocol was for having sex when you had visitors in the living room.

Danielle rubbed the front of my panties. "Meet me in the hallway closet when I give the signal," she said. "We can have secret sex while our guests wonder where we've gone. I'll get that giant cock up inside me and neither of us should scream when we come. Okay?"

"Great idea," I said. "Now let me get this open." I undid the wrapping on the gift box and found the Christmas costume in my size. Danielle had hers out of her bag and was putting the corset on. The corsets were proper ones with lacing up the back and you can't get them on without help with the lacing. I had the red satin panties on in no time and we laced each other up. God I love short red skirts. Santa's Little Helper? Miss Christmas? Mistress Christmas? More Mistress than Miss I felt. Whatever, I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw.

We went back to the living room and I had a third shot at proposing a Christmas toast. This time no-one interrupted and the bubbles tickled my nose like they're supposed to. By this time it was a little after five and dark. I shut all the curtains and we settled in for the night. I just loved the Santa's Mistress costumes. It was no surprise that Fifi suited hers best. Since she started proper hormone treatment she'd become more curvy and more feminine, if that was possible. Her long legs and the tiny skirt (surely hers was shorter than ours?) made a serious statement, and the statement was 'I am incredibly sexy, and I'm not even trying'. Well, that's the statement I heard.

Then again, Suzanne, Beth and Danielle looked good as well. I suppose I was in girl heaven.

We'd decided that present exchange would wait until after we'd eaten. My inner child was screaming 'NOW! NOW!' but I managed to keep quiet. We talked, watched television and played charades for a while until Beth had points deducted for lewd conduct and the whole contest collapsed into a shambles.. Fifi and Beth finally got up and sashayed out to get food and Suzanne had a peek at the presents just as Gene Kelly got his umbrella up.

Dinner was great. We drank more champagne and stuffed ourselves. All of us declined dessert until later and settled for coffee. As soon as I could I moved back towards the pile of presents. Beth, Suzanne and Fifi were still cleaning up after dinner when Danielle winked at me and nodded towards the hallway. I followed her out and sneaked into the closet in the hallway where we usually keep coats and boots. A hand reached for me in the dark and quickly slid up my skirt.

My panties were removed as I got a grip on Danielle's and ripped them down. It was pitch black in there and I felt my panties heading towards my ankles and the erection I'd been nursing most of the evening sprang up and pointed at Danielle, or at least where I presumed Danielle was. I freed my panties from around my ankles and helped Danielle get hers off.

The closet was narrow enough for me to lift Danielle up and she braced her feet on the wall behind me and I slid into a very wet pussy. The sex was hot and, helped by the excitement of the strange location, we both came in a short time. I hadn't had enough so I knelt down and gave Danielle a thorough licking out and this time she cried out far too loudly for secrecy. The sensation of getting oral sex in the dark closet where I could feel and hear but see nothing was sensationally erotic.

When we'd both calmed down there was some kissing but it was time to get back to the guests. We put my panties back on in the dark and I wasn't at all sure I had everything on the right way round but I'd check when I got back out into the hallway. Unfortunately, a small crowd of three had gathered outside the closet, a crowd who suggested that we could start opening presents when we were ready.

Danielle was holding her panties in her hand so we excused ourselves, had a quick rearrangement of garments and a make-up upgrade, and went back to the lounge to see what Santa had brought for good little girls.

 

To detail the individual presents would take a long time. There was a staggering amount of lingerie. All five of us bought mountains of silk and lace for each other in all the colours of the rainbow. The labels said that many pairs of panties, slips and chemises had originated in France and Italy, along with a selection of nightwear.

Beth and Suzanne gave books to all of us, but not just any books. These were books that were hard to find and some were first editions of some of my favourite authors. Some were just out in print that week and not quite available for sale to the masses. For Fifi they'd found a large book of early lithographs that a friend in the book trade had brought back from Paris particularly for Fifi. Fifi was awe-struck and didn't say a word for ten minutes while she carefully inspected the book. When she did speak she expressed wonder at the quality of it.

Danielle had scoured New York for suitable gifts and had come up with a genuinely old Japanese stone lantern for the girls and for Fifi a sparkling Yves St Laurent dress from one of his early collections. It shimmered in the firelight and I couldn't wait to see it on her. For me she had a book that was bound in heavy black leather and had the word Tres engraved on the front. It was about eighteen inches by fourteen inches and the cover gave no indication about what was inside.

I opened it up and looked at an exquisite engraving of a man dressed for the court of someone like Louis the Fourteenth or one of the other French kings. He was lifting up the voluminous skirts of a very pretty woman and examining her private parts. His own member was erect and ready for action. I turned the page and a girl dressed as a shepherdess was lifting up her dress to expose her backside to a man dressed in the costume of a footman.

The book was a collection of erotic engravings by various French artists and apparently they had all been gathered into one volume and printed in a limited edition in the late 1800s. it was truly a fabulous present and it was examined page by page in fine detail by everyone over the next few days after we found ourselves snowed in.

Fifi had excelled as usual and Beth and Suzanne were the pleased recipients of a painting done by Roger Finnish, a painter who worked in Boston in the mid-eighteenth century. The view was a garden scene that looked very like their own garden. It was a large painting and it was beautifully framed. For Danielle she had a gold chain with a gold D studded with what looked like real diamonds. For me she had a ring. It was a group of five emeralds surrounded by diamonds and quite beautiful. She passed it over to me in a small box wrapped in gold foil and tied up with gold string and when I opened it I couldn't believe how wonderful it was. But there was more. She gave me a card with it that said thank you for your help and support and she hoped she would one day be able to return the favour.

I was immensely touched by the gift and the card. She said the emerald was an excellent match for my red hair and produced another box with a corset and panties that were the same shade of green as the emerald. The presents took me by surprise. The extravagance of the ring, which must have cost an awful lot of money, was an eye-opener, but the corset and panties, as I had a look at them, had a Made in Italy tag and were absolutely exquisite. The green silk was as smooth as silk gets and was embroidered with fine black decorative stitching done by hand. There was black beadwork on the cups of the corset and fine black lace trimmed it here and there. The front panel of the panties and corset was a mist of fine black net re-embroidered with a pattern of climbing roses.

I made those 'oooh' type noises for a long time and everyone else had a touch, a look and a feel of them. I caught Danielle's eye as I ooohed and thought I saw a little hint of something. It turned out when we talked later that she was a little miffed by the amount of ooohing Fifi's present got, i.e., more than hers. I pointed out that her present had given me an enormous erection but I hadn't felt it was appropriate to wave it around the room to demonstrate how impressed I was. That got her laughing and she apologised for getting upset.

 

At midnight we toasted Christmas Day and found we were snowed in, with the chance of being trapped by blizzard conditions for up to two days. I announced the start of the slumber party and we all went off to change into something suitable. I was going to wear the wedding night special but I had no idea what Danielle had planned.

She opened her bag and took out a froth of coffee and cream and held it up for my inspection. It was a classic nylon chiffon gown and peignoir but it was a pale coffee colour and it was literally dripping with off-white lace. I watched her with mounting excitement as she shimmied out of her Santa's Mistress costume. I loosened the corset lacing and she stripped right down to her bare skin. She had the nightgown on in a flash and the fabric was almost transparent. I could see her breasts, her nipples pointing straight at me, and her pubic bush. She put on the peignoir and it only helped a little.

"Are you sure that's fit for a slumber party?" I asked. "You may not be safe."

"I'm sure, lover. I want to keep you in a state of excitement for the whole party. Have you any idea what the competition is like in that room? There's Fifi, absolutely beautiful, and Suzanne and Beth, absolutely divine. I'm distracting you for my own selfish purposes and later on I expect to be thoroughly ravished. Now let me help you get that corset off."

She loosened the ties and said "Put your arms up". Normally I'd lower a corset over my hips and step out of it and I didn't catch on to what Danielle was up to until I found myself trapped with my arms above my head and unable to move them. I felt the strings being pulled and I was stuck fast and unable to see.

I felt my panties being pulled down and Danielle took my cock into her mouth and proceeded to give me a magnificent blow job. It was a turn-on not being able to exert any control or participate in the event, so I just enjoyed it.

As soon as I exploded, Danielle loosened the laces and took the corset off. She had a huge grin on her face and said. "That was nearly as effective as putting handcuffs on. You know, I could get used to this."

So could I!

 

I put the wedding night special on with a pair of white silk panties and we went back to the living room. I almost wished we hadn't. Fifi wasn't there, but the other two girls were, and wearing matching teddies, Beth in red and Suzanne in black, with sheer chiffon robes to match. The teddies had a wide lace trim that pretended to give some sense of modesty, but it's hard to imagine anything sexier than those two girls.

Until Fifi turned up, that is. Once again she won first prize with a little white wisp of fabric, or, more accurately, two little white wisps of fabric. They sort of sat on her and clung to her and had the form of nightwear but the effect of something an artist in the Renaissance period may have used to drape a shy nymph. That is, it covered everything but left very little to think about. I could see a very small white thong as well, but that didn't detract from the outfit. I'd seen something very like this in a dream once.

I felt Danielle elbow me in the ribs and I assumed my mouth was open, although I don't think I was actually drooling. Fifi was unaffected by the response, because, make no mistake, Beth and Suzanne had their mouths open at least as wide as me. Fifi said she had eggnog on the way and would be back in a minute.

I looked at Danielle and she was frowning. I couldn't figure out why for a moment, but it occurred to me later that it was to do with the competition thing again. In the meantime, Beth and Suzanne were kissing across the room and that was yet another turn-on. Despite myself I could feel an excitement growing in my panties.

Danielle moved even closer to me and had her hand on my thigh under the chiffon. I was feeling overdressed compared with everyone else and I told Danielle I was going to change. I went to my wardrobe and after a short hunt I found a short green silk satin robe and gown I'd had for a while and would be just right for this particular slumber party. I changed my panties for a suitable green pair at the same time.

By the time I got back, Fifi had returned with a large container of eggnog and was encouraging everyone to get stuck in. The white wisps hadn't grown any longer or more opaque, but at least I didn't feel overdressed any more. The eggnog was delicious and everyone drank more than was good for them. I licked eggnog off Danielle's nose and she dipped her finger in her cup and rubbed eggnog across her lips. I can take a hint.

It was around an hour into Christmas day when the telephone rang. Suzanne picked it up because she was sitting next to it. She spoke briefly and then waved the handpiece at me and said, "Uncle Arthur?"

I went and sat next to Suzanne and found a cheerfully intoxicated Uncle Arthur thanking me for his Christmas present.

"You're very welcome, Uncle Arthur, but I need to know if I should call you Aunt Louise now."

"Just Louise, and after talking to your mother I'll call you Anna all the time. She's a remarkable woman, your mother."

"I agree, Louise. She seems to regret making you eat unsuitable things as a child, but has no regrets about turning you into her baby sister."

"I think she did me a real favour, Anna. I've certainly never regretted it and it seems to run in the family. I hear you're not only a gorgeous redhead but you're going out with another gorgeous redhead."

"Very true, Louise. Hang on and you can say hello to her."

I indicated to Danielle that she needed to talk and I passed the receiver across as she sat on my lap. "Louise wants to say hi," I said.

"Merry Christmas, Louise," she said. "I'm Danielle. Why, thank you Louise.. Yes.. Yes.. No.. Green satin.. Really?. Oh, I got the same in white. Isn't it just beautiful? Anna has such beautiful taste.. Yes, she is lovely. I worry that she's prettier than I am."

She was starting to move her pretty backside across my lap as she spoke to Louise and I was starting to put the green panties seriously out of shape. I surreptitiously slid my right hand under her backside until my hand was covering her pussy and she stopped moving as I applied pressure to her sensitive places. Then she was moving against my hand, until she noticed the girls were all watching what she was doing and grinning at her. She blushed and stopped.

"Louise, Anna is sexually assaulting me and I have to go and deal with her. Can we come down and stay with you sometime? Yes, we'd love to. Goodbye, Louise. Merry Christmas again."

She hung up, stood up, and took me by the hand. "Excuse us, ladies," she said. "We're going to go and exchange body fluids. We'll be right back, so don't stop the party."

He led me to the bedroom, laid back on the bed with her gown pulled up and said, "For Christ's sake, fuck me, Anna. Hard. Quickly."

I had the green panties off and was inside her in moments. The sex was fast and furious and we came together in about three minutes and went back out again. Fifi was still there with eggnog in her hand but the girls were missing.

"You two are an inspiration," she said. "Suzanne dragged Beth off as soon as you left the room. They'll return shortly with their appetites satisfied, I'm sure."

"This calls for more champagne," I said and went to get it. When I got back Fifi and Danielle were whispering to each other and I couldn't catch what they were saying. Because there had been a number of conspiracies already I was starting to get nervous when I didn't know what they were talking about.

The girls returned looking pinkly pleased with themselves and we drank more champagne, had more eggnog, and I fell asleep on the couch at around two in the morning. I woke up some time later and felt decidedly groggy from a lot of champagne and eggnog. I felt Danielle's warm body next to me and put my arm around her, pulled her towards me and snuggled her head on to my shoulder and went back to sleep, all without opening my eyes.

I came to again hours later (in fact it was seven in the morning) and Danielle was still asleep next to me. I opened my eyes and tried to get my mouth to produce moisture. It didn't work. I opened my eyes a little more and grinned at Danielle sitting on the couch on the other side of the room and smiling at me.

Pardon me? If that was Danielle there, who was this lying next to me? I moved my head slightly to the right and saw blonde hair and wisps of white gauze. Fifi!! I had a sense of impending doom. What had happened? Why was Fifi lying next to me when I thought she was Danielle? Was there going to be trouble? Of course there was.

 

I nudged Fifi with my elbow to try and wake her but she was well asleep. It took nearly a full minute to get her to open her eyes and when she did she seemed startled to find she was laying on me.

"Fifi," I said, "It's time to get to bed. Wake up."

"How did that happen?" she asked, as her head came up off my shoulder. "I don't remember lying down there. I wonder if I had too much to drink. Sorry, I know for a fact I did. Danielle, why didn't you wake me up?"

"I tried, Fifi, I tried," said Danielle. "You were so far asleep I couldn't wake you. You looked so comfortable lying there I didn't have the heart to physically drag you away."

"I'm sorry, Danielle, I didn't intend to fall asleep on Anna. Anna, didn't you even notice it was me and not Danielle?"

"Well, obviously not," I said. "I remember half waking up when you lay down, bur I didn't even open my eyes. I just assumed you were Danielle."

Danielle was looking unhappy as Fifi finally stood up and wandered off in the direction of the bathroom. "I'm sorry, honey. I honestly didn't look to see who it was and if I'd known you were actually Fifi I would have moved her on. Why didn't you wake me up if you couldn't wake Fifi?"

"Same answer. You looked comfortable with your arms wrapped around Fifi."

I saw a tear forming in her eye.

"It's like I said, Anna, I find it difficult to compete with Fifi. Add Suzanne and Beth into the equation and it gets worse. I know the girls aren't competition for me where you're concerned, but they set very high standards in personal appearance. Fifi, on the other hand, is going to be a complete woman in a few weeks. I just feel nervous." The tears were slowly trickling and I took her in my arms and tried to kiss the tears away.

"Danielle, please don't worry. I think we have a neat relationship and you shouldn't worry about Fifi. As I've said before, I have no interest in her as a sex partner. Hey, Danielle, you're a living doll and I'm crazy about you. Please relax and let's go to bed and forget anything that happened when we were so drunk we weren't opening our eyes to see who was lying next to us."

"Good idea, Anna. I'm really tired now. I just want to get to sleep. Fifi said last night that Christmas dinner would be more five that twelve so we've got plenty of time."

She hugged me and the see-through fabric did things to the front of my panties. I took her to the bedroom and we made love briefly before we fell asleep again.

When I woke up the clock seemed to say three and Danielle wasn't in bed with me. Remembering our conversation from the night before I thought I'd go and see where she was and make sure she was okay. I pulled on a robe and went down the hallway toward the living room. As I passed the bedroom Suzanne and Beth were using I heard giggling and looked into the room through he partly open doorway. I was astounded to see a naked Danielle lying on top of and kissing Beth while Suzanne, lying next to them caressed Danielle's shoulders. They were whispering and still giggling but there was no mistaking what they were doing. They were making out, big time, although making out was an understatement because Beth was starting to moan with pleasure and sounded like she was heading towards an orgasm quite rapidly.

I suppose I should have left the room, but it was watching Danielle that kept me there. If it had been just Beth and Suzanne I would have left immediately as quietly as I could, but Danielle and I had a relationship and here she was being led astray (I assumed) by the two best looking lesbian lovers in the world. Despite my puzzlement about Danielle being in bed with the girls, I had an erection made of solid rock putting my robe out of shape.

Beth came suddenly and muffled her cries with her hand while Danielle stopped moving and kissed her some more. At the same time, Suzanne saw me standing in the doorway and was startled. "Whoops," was all she said and nudged Danielle and pointed at me.

Danielle looked at me over her shoulder and said, "Oh shit. Anna." She turned over so she was lying between the girls and sat up and looked at me.

"Ah, you're probably wondering why I'm in bed with Beth and Suzanne, Anna. Ah, there really is a simple explanation. Let me come out and I'll tell you about it."

She climbed out of the bedclothes by coming straight towards the end of the bed where I was standing. She caught the bedclothes with her knee and dragged them all down the end of the bed, and I caught a glimpse of some spectacular bodies as she did. She grabbed her see-through robe off the floor and put it on. She kissed me and led me out to the living room where she couldn't fail to notice my erection that was distorting the front of my robe. We sat down and she took my cock in her hand and said, "I'm sorry about that, darling, but I see it excited you. Here, let me give you some relief."

She got on her knees in front of me and gave me one of her usual top-quality blow-jobs. I didn't resist because I was still turned on even though I was puzzled. After I came she sat beside me again.

"You were sleeping soundly earlier on and I went to get a glass of water to fight the dry taste in my mouth. I found Beth and Suzanne in the kitchen and we got to talking. Anna, those two were still gorgeous even though you could have called them dishevelled. Somehow dishevelment just makes them look better. God, I wish that happened to me. Anyway, we got to talking about their lifestyle and I asked the question about how they pleasured each other and I got an invitation to a demonstration of how it worked.

"I must have looked strange because Beth told me it was okay, they'd love to show a good-looking girl like me how to do it. They were still wearing those teddies and robes and they looked so succulent I threw caution to the wind. In no time we were all naked and I was being taken to places I'd never been before. I suppose it's the result of a woman knowing what another woman likes, but those girls are magic. Their fingers hit my buttons perfectly and I found I just had to return the favour. I came three times in twenty minutes, Anna, and each orgasm was more ferocious than the previous one. It was a real eye-opener. Or a leg-opener to be more accurate."

It was my turn to feel threatened. Danielle's voice had an edge I hadn't heard before.

"So what does this mean, Danielle? Is this a reaction to Fifi falling asleep on me or should I take it to mean something else, like an experiment or something?"

"I'm still shaken up, Anna and I don't quite know what it means. I suppose so much has happened in such a short time. Get this though. I don't blame you for Fifi because I'm sure that was just a drunken moment. It's not like you were making love to her, you were just holding her and looking blissful. Although that pissed me off, I understand it wasn't something aimed at me by either of you. I'll have to do some more thinking. In the meantime, can we just go back to where we were yesterday evening? I still love you, Anna. Please don't think badly of me."

She had a little girl look in her wide-open eyes and there was moisture forming around the edges. I kissed her and we went back to the main bedroom where we made love again and finally showered and changed for Christmas dinner. We dressed casual except we wore some of the new lingerie from our Christmas presents.

Fifi was in the dining room with Beth and Suzanne when we went got there. They were drinking eggnog again and there was a large jug of it in the middle of the dining table. All three stood up together and started to apologise, the girls to me and Fifi to Danielle. They all blushed and it didn't detract from their looks in the slightest.

"It was the champagne, Anna," said Suzanne. "It went to our heads."

"Then straight on to our pussies," said Beth.

It broke the ice beautifully. We roared with laughter, poured eggnog and then more champagne and an hour later the turkey was reduced to small scraps of meat and bones.

We watched old movies on television again and we were advised that the snowstorm would blow itself out no later than the day after tomorrow. Possibly. Possibly not.

The whole evening was much better than it might have been after the previous night. There was a lot of good humour and I suppose a sense of bonding. Danielle sat very close all night and I'm sure it was to see that no-one else got too close to me, or possibly her. We played charades again (this time lewdness got extra points) and got to bed around one. We slept like bears in winter and life got back to normal.

 

The storm blew itself out after three days. By then the full champagne bottles hugely outnumbered the empty ones. The food supplies were holding out nicely but it was good to get out of the house and do some serious snowman building. The roads wouldn't be useable for another day or two so we took naps and ate even more and made bets on sporting events on television where we didn't know the rules. I read extracts from my new novel and parts of Silk Skins. Fifi gave me the clue I needed to solve a tricky situation in the novel and I raced off to my office to get it down before I forgot it.

The girls left five days after Christmas when the snowplough finally came by and I saw Beth talking to Danielle in the driveway in a low voice before they went. I couldn't hear what she was saying but Danielle was nodding and they both looked very serious. What was that all about? More apologies? Something else? I forgot to ask later on when we were alone again.

 

(Not quite finished yet. Love you all – Merry Christmas, Abby.)

  

  

  

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