Authors: Z. Elizabeth
Kelsie told me earlier in the day that she wanted to make the Christmas present speech so giving her full rein over it, I catch her eye as if to tell her to begin and she gives me a nod before clapping her hands. Everyone stops their conversations and looks to her. A mischievous smile spreads over her face and I can tell she is freaking excited to see what everyone has. “Before we all end up making excuses for leaving because I sure as hell want a bit of Christmas loving from the BOF here, I think it's time for us to exchange presents and see who has gotten what from our Secret Santa.”
We all chuckle at her confession, but she seems unfazed by her slight obsession with telling us at every opportunity that she wants to shag her boyfriend. Rob smirks and shrugs a shoulder, agreeing with her comment before smacking a kiss on her lips. Before the love fest can get any deeper, Tom throws some sweets at the pair who break apart and wink at us. Leaning back, Kelsie grabs the first present, reading the name out as Joe, and throws it over to him. I glance around to see if anyone is smirking, but they must have the same idea as me with the poker face. We all watch intently as Joe slowly peels the paper off and before you know it we are all in stitches looking at him holding some red anal beads. I'm pretty sure they will be added to the collection of sex toys he has and whoever bought them for him had the right idea. Joe is smirking and he runs a finger down the beads suggestively making the guys groan and the girls giggle. He then proceeds to guess who bought them with Matt being the obvious choice. But Matt shakes his head.
“Oh, dude, I wish it was me but I didn't have you. Nor will I ever have you. Enjoy the beads though, I’m sure you have a victim willing to have those shoved up his ass.” Matt sniggers, chugging the rest of his beer while the vision of Joe pulling anal beads from someone arse clouds my sight. I'm pretty sure we are all having similar vision as I watch Tom and Rob shiver and turn their noses up. Joe dismisses his guesses for playing with his anal beads but we get it out that Kelsie bought them for him. I'm actually not so surprised, the kinky mare has probably bought some for herself.
The next to receive a present is Rob who opens up his to see a gag ball. I can't help the mighty laugh that escapes me and just looking at his face is priceless. He has no idea what to do and Kelsie looks at it in excitement. I definitely know what she is planning to do with it tonight, whether she or Rob uses it. She takes it from him and whispers something in his ear making him blush and shake his head at her dirtiness. The theme of Secret Santa is definitely getting sexual and Rob guesses that Tammy bought it for him, but she shakes her head and chuckles over why he thought it was her. After giving up, Jamie put his hand up and admits it was him.
“It's to gag your woman. I know she's a chatterbox and it will do her some good to have something constantly in her mouth other than your dick.” Jamie smirks and Kelsie picks up the forgotten sweets, aiming them at his face to which he laughs and dodges.
“I'll fucking gag you, dickweed.” She replies and Jamie mutters that 'she would love that' earning more sweets in the face and bellows of laughter from the rest of us.
Fuck, where has this group been the whole of my life?
Nic
Apart from Tom's present, which was hair dye and of course my husband thought it was hilarious to buy it for him, the rest of the presents were sexual. Our group really do have dirty, fucking minds when it comes to presents and courtesy of Tom, I received five different flavoured lube and courtesy of Matt, Craig got given a USB stick. Matt wouldn't tell us what was on it but he insinuated that we should 'look at it together' and with a wink we knew it would be porn or graphic photographs – this was payback for the JLS condoms I gave him. He had scowled something fierce when he unwrapped the paper and glared at every single one of us until my poker face slipped and he pointed an accusing finger my way. I had to surrender and admit it was me who bought them for him. Told him he could wrap Marvin on his dick and have the singer pleasure him just the way he wants it. And as everyone else had, sweets were thrown in my face and laughter rang the room.
With the group slowly disintegrating and heading home, Matt, Soph, Tom and Danny are the only ones left as the two couples and Joe quite obviously wanted to escape as soon as the presents had been opened and use their toys in the privacy of their own house. And I don't blame them because right now, with the amount of wine cursing through my veins, I want to look at the USB stick and then pour strawberry lube over Craig's cock and lick it all up. I have to get up and walk into the kitchen, get away from the guys and take a deep breath. The ache between my legs is killing me and I need release. Craig has been giving me looks all day and with all the sexual presents flying around, my mind has been on how I could use the handcuffs Jamie got given, or the whip Kelsie received, even the anal beads Joe had. Fuck, I need everyone to piss off and let me have my husband. I grip the edge of the island where plates are piled up and close my eyes. I just need to calm myself and I'll be okay. I'll be able to get through the minutes until everyone goes home. I jump when I feel arms go around me and then relax.
“What's up, sugar tits?” And then I realize that Craig's arms aren't around me but Matt's. I shake my head and spin around, wrapping my arms around his waist to hug him. I must have surprised him because he freezes for a few seconds before hugging me back. Although I have known Matt throughout school – he used to try and get in my knickers – he's actually a really nice guy when he's not shooting sex jokes and making sexual innuendos. I know deep down he just wants what us couples have; someone to love, someone to treat and call his own even if he doesn't admit it. Matt's parents aren't exactly role models and I think their messed-up relationship has had an unconscious effect on Matt and he just doesn't want what they have so he whores himself around, thinking it's much more fun to sleep around than find The One.
“You know that I love you, don't you, Matty?” I look up at him and smile. He seems taken back and I feel so sad for him. It's like no one has ever said that to him. But then I see the cloud roll from his eyes and I know he doesn't want to climb further into his mind so his defence comes on. He pulls me further into his body and smirks down at me.
“I'd rather hear that when you have you legs wrapped around my back and I’m balls deep inside you.” He says, rubbing a thumb over my hipbone. “Actually scrap that, just scream it when I make your body shake with the most intense orgasm you'll ever have.”
I don't listen to him though, because my heart is hurting for him. Jesus, sad to horny in 0.1 seconds. That's got to be a record. I pull myself from his arms, tilt my head to the side and rub his arm. I understand why he needs to say sexual things in uncomfortable situations, but I’m going to make it my mission to make him see that he deserves love like the rest of us. His parents may have fucked his head up but his friends love him to death and even if he doesn't believe in himself, we do.
“I can't be another notch on your bedpost, Matt, it's all or nothing I'm afraid.” I wink, deciding to just play along with him. I never do but I think now, now I get why, or at least think I do, it's best to do this until he's worthy of himself and of being loved.
“I can make the exception for you, Mrs Thomas. Just pack a bag and we can live like Bonnie and Clyde, only hotter. We can be gone before Craig notices.”
“Before Craig notices what?” I smirk at the amusement I hear in Craig's voice and I can't help but giggle when I turn to look at his face. He looks adorable and I want to rile him because he knows what Matt is like around me so I put my arm around Matt's waist and nuzzle my body into his. Matt lets out a quiet snort and follows my lead with an arm around my shoulders. Craig is standing with his arms across him chest, eyes flicking between the two of us.
“I'm going to steal Nic. We are going to run away and be together, just like how it should have been in school.” Matt shrugs and begins to lead us both out of the kitchen. Craig lets us pass but when we have our backs to him, he pulls me from Matt's embrace and throws my over his shoulder, making me squeal and grab his tee-shirt to stop myself falling over his shoulder. I get a hard slap on my arse cheek and a round of cheers from the twins and Soph. Craig walks us to the bedroom and I hold my hands out for Matt to save me but he shakes his head and tells me that he'll see me soon before heading out of the front door.
I sigh in defeat, over being manhandled by my husband but also over how Matt is feeling. I just want to cuddle him and find a nice girl that can love him for life and make him see not every relationship ends up like his parents – but would that make me hypercritical seeing as this isn't a proper marriage? Before I can think any more, the bedroom door is slammed shut and I am thrown down upon the bed. I faintly hear the three say goodbye and the door shut before Craig pounces on me and pins me down on the bed. We stare at each other for a few seconds, our breaths mingling before the tension takes over and we slam our lips together in a hot and heavy session. Tongues are battling, teeth are biting and nibbling and moans are being passed from each others lips. Craig puts his hands through my hair and grips onto it tightly, pulling it every once in a while. I wrap my legs around his waist and grab hold of his hair, tugging it every time he does it to me. The growl he elects when I tug charges me up and goes straight through my nipples and clit so much that I grind myself onto his erection, needing to relieve some of the aching I am feeling. I continue dry humping on his jeans, our kissing becoming more intense, more domineering and possessive as I give us both the pleasure we have been awaiting since this mornings activity on the sofa.
Craig is the first one to pull away and he begins to pepper kisses down my jaw, his hands unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time before his mouth follows suit. I curl my hands into his hair and loosen my legs so he can move swiftly down my body. When all the buttons are undone, a quick kiss on my stomach and Craig pulls me up and pushes the blouse from my body before throwing it across the room.
His eyes, just the intensity of the blue have me drowning and before he can do anything else, I pounce upon him, taking him by surprise. Maybe it wasn't my best idea as he grabs onto me and we tumble off the bed. With a thud and an 'urgh' from us both (more so from Craig due to my heavy arse landing on top of him), we look at each other and laughter spills from our mouths. This could only happen to us. I rest my head on his chest for a brief moment, his hands rubbing up and down my back then proceed to get off him, helping him up once I am on my feet. It's kind of ruined the moment, only I could do that. I know Craig is thinking the same as he hands over a tee-shirt of his from the floor and I gracelessly put it on.
“You okay?” He asks, placing his hands on my cheeks. I smile up at him and nod. My heart swells that it's him asking when it should be the other way around.
“I'm fine, you took the brunt of the tumble. My heavy arse falling on top of you. Why aren't you more winded?” I lean forward to peck his lips and run a finger over his scruff. He narrows his eyes at me at me and I know I am in trouble for what I have just said. In a swift moment, I am in his arms and being taken into the living room. Craig drops me onto the sofa and jumps next to me, pulling me closer to hold me in his arms.
“You weigh nothing, Nic, so don't you dare say anything about how heavy you are again.” He tells me. I can only nod at being scolded by him. I make a mental note to criticise my body in private next time. “You are the sexiest and most beautiful woman alive.” And just that one sentence shoots pain through my chest and straight into my heart. Fuck, shit, fuck. I take a shallow breath and I know a blush is overtaking my face and chest. I don't think he has ever said that to me without being drunk, apart from our wedding day and hearing it sober is completely different. I duck my head to hide the small smile and spy the USB stick on the table. It's staring at me, begging me to pick it up and see what is on it; I know we are both going to have a heart attack at whatever the hell Matt has downloaded onto it but the curiosity outweighs the tentativeness so I reach forward and grasp it.
“Go and grab the laptop, Craig, I am dying to know what the hell Matty boy has put on this stick for you.” I smile up at Craig. He shakes his head and laughs before unravelling himself from me and getting the laptop. A few moments later, laptop booted up, we sit patiently waiting for the system to recognise the stick. I pull a face at Craig who mimics it and the finally, the file opens.
What we see was not what we had in mind. No, not at all.
I look to Craig, who has a similar shocked expression gracing his features and I can't help but shake my head in disbelief at what Matt has done. For someone who is an utter whorebag, who unconsciously doesn't believe in love, what he has done comes from love. He doesn't have a clue that his marriage is fake yet he has put photo after photo in this file.
Photos from our wedding
Photos from nights out down the local
Photos from nights out
Old photographs from both our group of friends – school and university
And the school photos of us all which were in the year book.