Mistletoe Kisses

I don’t know why I wasted time trying to be noble, trying to play it safe. That’s not me. If the spark between us burns down both our fucking lives… well, then it does.

Peace washes over me. I want to do things right this time, and that means no lies. She figures me out most of the time anyway, but just to fully wipe the slate clean, I lightly grab Noelle’s bicep and urge her to roll back over.

She does, looking up at me curiously.

“I need to tell you a few things,” I say to my beautiful girl.

Since she has come to expect more bad surprises than good ones from me, she frowns at me like I’m about to ruin her day. “Okay…”

“I didn’t go on a date with anyone the other night. I tried to, but I ended up parking at the restaurant and not wanting to go inside, so I turned around and went back home.”

Noelle’s lips curve up, a twinkle of pleasure in her eyes. “Oh. Well, that’s much better than what I was expecting you to say.”

“I also slashed my own tire.”

Her eyebrows rise in surprise. “What?”

“I overheard you talking about going out with some idiot kid. I didn’t want you to. Knew you couldn’t go on the date if I didn’t take you home, so, I… made sure you couldn’t.”

Now her jaw drops completely open and she elbows me in the stomach, causing me to grunt. “Oh my God, Cal. Literally all you had to say was ‘I don’t want you to go on a date with anyone else tonight’. You didn’t have to damage your car!”

“I hadn’t committed to pulling my head out of my ass yet, I had to do things my own way.”

Noelle grins, rolling over to face me and snuggling up against my chest. “You’re crazy, but I’m crazy about you, so maybe I don’t have any room to talk.”

I offer her a little smile back, curling my arm around her waist and pulling her snugly against me. “I also want to say: I’m sorry for the way I treated you the other night.” At some point while I slept she must have put her robe back on, so I have to peel back the top and push it down her slim arms to get a look at those lovely breasts again.

Blinking in apparent surprise, she utters a soft “Oh.”

“I was awful to you, and you did nothing to deserve it,” I continue, bending to kiss the ball of her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she says softly. “I mean, not the stuff you said to me, that was all terrible,” she adds quickly. “But I was totally fine with the bedroom stuff.”

My mouth tugs up with dry humor. “Yes, I could tell.”

Narrowing her eyes at me, she shoves me in the shoulder.

“Anyway, you’re mine now, and I take care of what’s mine,” I assure her, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

There’s a dreamy smile on her face when I pull back. “You sure do.”

“Being with me won’t always be easy, especially for the next few months. Obviously, no one can know about us. I can’t get away with dating one of my students and keep my job, so we’ll have to hide our relationship.”

“I can do that,” she says a little too eagerly. I don’t think she understands how hard that will be once the blush of a new romance has worn off, after months have passed and I can’t do the things with her that other girls her age are able to do with their boyfriends.

It doesn’t matter, though. We’ll figure it out together. If the alternative is fighting this attraction we both feel and watching her date other people, I’ll take a little difficulty.

The simplest solution would’ve been to wait until she graduated, sure, but it’s too late now that I’ve felt her naked body pressed to mine, felt the heat from her needy pussy as she writhed against me and begged for my cock.

I’m thoroughly satisfied with that decision now, as I untie her belt and slide my hands inside her white fluffy robe. My fingers skim her soft skin, and I remember a couple of the questions I forgot to ask her last night, in the heat of the moment.

“Are you on the pill?”

Noelle nods her head. “Sure am.”

“That’s good. Pregnancy might have been hard to explain.”

“Hey, it’s Christmastime. We could go super traditional with our excuse—virgin birth. How dare anyone question my miracle?”