My Christmas Wish: Part One

The holiday lights blink against the windows while Jenna Reid knots ribbon around another present, but her fingers still when she catches RayVeness hissing into the phone. Her stepmother’s voice cracks with anger, then softens into pleading, but her father is already gone, work swallowing every hour of Christmas Eve. RayVeness drops the phone, presses both palms to her face, and sinks onto the couch. Jenna sits beside her. No tears come, just a shared breath of disappointment. Jenna slides closer, brushing RayVeness’s dark hair behind her ear, and whispers that maybe this is their chance. RayVeness looks at her once, then again, and the air thickens. She tilts forward and claims Jenna’s mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss that neither woman pulls away from. Fingers tug open Jenna’s shorts. RayVeness slips two fingers between slick folds, strokes the tight entrance, then circles the swollen clit. Her free hand cups Jenna’s small, firm breast, thumb and forefinger pinching the stiff nipple until Jenna gasps into the kiss. “I’ve wanted this,” RayVeness murmurs against her lips, voice low and certain. She dips inside, shallow, then deeper, every stroke deliberate, every twist of her wrist calculated to make Jenna’s hips roll. Jenna’s larger breasts rise with each ragged breath, nipples flushed and tight from the cool air and RayVeness’s relentless touch. RayVeness smiles against Jenna’s throat, tasting the faint salt of her skin, and slows the rhythm just enough to make Jenna beg. Christmas Eve settles around them, heavy with quiet, while the two women rewrite the night in secret.