My Christmas Wish: Part One

Jenna Reid ties red ribbon around a box under the warm kitchen light, thinking of Christmas morning. Upstairs, her step-mom RayVeness paces, arguing with her absent husband. The call ends. Silence. RayVeness finds Jenna on the couch and delivers the news: Daddy won’t make it home. Disappointment settles between them until Jenna smiles and says they should make the most of the night alone. RayVeness nods, then leans in and kisses her step-daughter’s mouth. Their tongues slide together, wet and slow. RayVeness reaches down, unbuttons Jenna’s shorts, and slips two fingers beneath the cotton. Jenna’s slit is slick. RayVeness circles the swollen clit, then presses deeper, feeling tight heat grip her knuckles. She pinches a stiff nipple through Jenna’s shirt and sighs. “I’ve wanted to taste this for so long,” she whispers, “even with him in the next room.” RayVeness teases the entrance, sliding her fingers in, pulling back, dragging moisture over the twitching clit. Jenna’s hips lift, chasing each touch. RayVeness sinks to her knees. She hooks Jenna’s shorts lower, spreads her thighs, and kisses the glistening lips she has longed to suck. Tongue replaces fingers, tasting salt-sweet need. Outside, snow begins to fall. Inside, Christmas lights flicker while RayVeness shows her step-daughter how quiet the house can feel when only two women know what they are doing.