Mistletoe Kisses

s just an excuse to go farther. “That’s as far as it’s gone.”

Carla nods like that’s a relief. “Okay. Good. Well, oral sex is obviously still way over the line of appropriate behavior, but it could be worse. How long has this been going on?”

Sinking back and leaning against the wall, I murmur, “It’s new.”

“That’s good, too,” she says, gaining steam. “So, you just made a mistake, that’s all. I mean, it’s a really bad mistake and I can’t believe you did something this reckless, but there’s no sense dwelling on that. We need to get you out of this before someone finds out, though, Cal. You’ll lose everything you’ve ever worked for.”

I look up at my sister soberly. I can’t rationalize the certainty of my sentiment, so I don’t bother telling her that if I give up Noelle, I might be losing something worth much more.

Chapter Eight

Noelle

Tonight I’m going to lose my virginity.

Well, probably. I guess I can’t say for sure, but I’m going to try my damndest. After lying in my bed alone for three long nights, aching with arousal and twisting myself up in the sheets as I thought about Cal, I made my decision.

There’s no point wasting time not having sex with the insanely sexy Callan McLaren when I could instead spend that time totally having sex with him instead.

I want it. He wants it. We’re doing this. Nothing is getting in my way.

My brain tells me there are a lot of reasons to be more cautious than this, but my libido isn’t interested in any of them.

I got up extra early this morning so I could shave, file, exfoliate and slather lotion on every single part of my body until I felt my prettiest and sexiest. I applied a fresh coat of red nail polish, brushed and flossed my teeth, and spent extra time styling my hair and doing my makeup.

On one hand, I wish I didn’t have to wear my school uniform when I could wear something sexier, but on the other hand, Mr. McLaren clearly doesn’t mind my schoolgirl uniform since he started liking me when he only ever saw me in it. Maybe he even likes my uniform more than I know, so I should wear it for him.

Given my planned afterschool activities today, I pair a push-up bra with my sexiest button-down and make sure to leave the top couple buttons undone. I’ll wear a cardigan over it so I can tone it down during the school day, but as soon as the last student files out of Cal’s classroom, I’m going to peel it off and give him a little peek at what lies in store for him this evening.

I always thought I’d feel tense and nervous when I finally decided to lose my virginity, but I don’t feel any of that. I’m excited. It’s exciting.

He’s exciting.

I can’t think about him without my tummy fluttering, and I’m so smitten, I find myself smiling all day long. Reliving the pleasure he brought me when he pinned me to my car and buried his face between my thighs. Sex with him will be great, I just know it.

Before I go to Cal’s house, I stop in at the mall. Our paychecks came in a day early and I’d like to get mine in the bank so I can do some shopping tomorrow. While I’m waiting for my check, I see Marcie flirting with one of the male elves. He’s older than her, tall and buff. She’s dangling a sprig of mistletoe over her head teasingly as if trying to entice a kiss.

“All right, enough,” the manager says as he snatches the mistletoe out of her hand and rolls his eyes. “You two get back to work.”

He comes over with a stack of paychecks all in white envelopes, grabbing one off the top and handing it to me. “Here you go, Noelle.”

I look down at the envelope with my name and address on it. “Thanks, Joe.”

He nods before walking off, but my gaze catches on the sprig of mistletoe Marcie was playing with. It’s lying next to a few candy canes, and the sight of them reminds me of the day Cal first initiated this private lesson excuse to see me, when he teasingly told me to bring a candy cane.

I picture licking it when he wants me to be licking him, torturing him until he wants me so much, he won’t be able to restrain himself.

I flick a quick glance to make sure no one is watching, then I snatch a candy cane and flee Santa’s workshop.

It’s still daylight when I get to Cal’s house. The garage door is open this time, even though Cal’s car is parked in the driveway. I ease forward slowly, but just before I turn off my car, I see Cal on the porch, motioning toward the garage. It looks like he’s mouthing “Pull in” so I flash him a smile and a nod, then I ease forward until my car is parked inside.

As I’m gathering my purse, phone, and the bottled water I brought with me, Cal clicks the garage door opener on the wall and the door begins its noisy descent.

“Good call,” I tell him as I climb out of my car. “Just in case anyone drives by while I’m here. I’ll make sure to park in here every time I drive here from now on.”

He doesn’t say anything, just steps back inside to make room for me, then closes the door behind him.

This is a different entry into his house, so I find myself looking around. There’s a small bathroom and a laundry room off this short hall behind his kitchen. My attention catches and lingers on Cal himself, though. Something looks off; he almost looks a little sad.