My Christmas Eve
I was glad to see my parents for Christmas, but I knew certain things would have to change for a little while. I had to pretend I was the same innocent girl that left. Who know how my parents would act if they knew how much I enjoyed "vices" like sex, alcohol and partying!
For the first week, being good was easy. I stayed home a lot of the time. I only really went out in the day to hang out with girl friends, and I spent most of my time catching up on a lot of Netflix or on twitter.
Then, as Christmas started getting closer, the parties began.
On Christmas Eve, my friend Rebecca called me and asked if I wanted to go to a party at her friend's apartment in the city. I said sure, and began to think about how to dress cute enough to turn heads, but not quite cute enough to bring someone home with me. I settled on a red Christmas sweater, a black sports bra, black thong, red ankle socks, a pair of jeans and a pair of white Converse high tops. With my outfit settled, I showered and began to get ready.
Rebecca picked me up at about 8, and my dad made me promise to be home by 2. I agreed and hopped in Rebecca's car. We jammed to some Taylor Swift on the way and discussed how our Christmas vacations were going. She was excited to go to the party tonight because she hadn't seen any of our high school friends in a while.
The drive lasted about forty minutes, but we found our way through the city easily and parked in a parking structure near the apartment. When we opened the door to the apartment, we were immediately hit with loud music, flashing lights and the smell of weed. It seemed the "small" party had become pretty much an apartment Christmas rager.
I didn't want to be late because I knew my dad would be waiting up for me, and so I told myself that I wouldn't leave the apartment until it was time to go home. I walked around and started chatting with people. I knew most of them from high school, but not all of them. I made my way to the alcohol, saying hello to as many people as I recognized on the way. I grabbed a beer and found a girl I used to be good friends with in high school, Sarah. We hugged and caught up for awhile. She lit a joint and started smoking it as we talked, eventually offering it to me. We smoked and drank and talked about our conquests since high school. She then asked me if I liked getting really high and I told her that I rarely smoked, but that it was fun when I did. Sarah asked if I wanted to get really high, really fast. I grinned and agreed.
Sarah told me to grab a beer and meet her in the back bedroom. She had a dab rig set up and asked me if I'd ever taken one. I said no, but that I'd seen people hit them before. She explained how to hit it and put a long strand on the nail and demonstrated. Then, she put one on for me and held it for me. I smoked the whole thing and started coughing immediately. She grinned, "Want another one?"
I took two more dabs and was more high than I've ever been in my entire life. We sat in the bedroom and laughed for what felt like an hour, until I finished off my beer. Sarah asked if I was hungry, and I said yeah. We grabbed some food and more beer from the table and retreated back to the bedroom. After eating everything and downing another beer, I was high, full, drunk and happy. Sarah asked if I wanted a weed brownie, to which I firmly rejected. She coaxed me into it by saying it wouldn't kick in for an hour and that I would not be as high by then. We both ate a brownie and I looked at the time. 10:30. It was probably time to be social again. We stood up and headed into the living room, back to the party.
I was grabbing another beer when I felt someone standing close behind me. I turned around, and a tall, blonde man was standing right behind me. I gasped and he stepped back "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I saw you earlier and thought you were really beautiful and wanted to ask your name."
We started talking and migrated away from the alcohol. His name was Mason and I could tell he wanted to fuck me. It was 12:30, so I figured we didn't have time, but he was fun to talk to. 1:00 came around and it was time for me to head home, so I asked for his number and explained I had to get home. "You're drunk, let me drive you home, you don't need to be driving," he said.
"Thanks, but I have a designated driver, my friend Rebecca."
"You mean that Rebecca?" Mason asked, pointing towards Rebecca passed out on the couch.
"Oh," I said, "yeah i guess I could use a ride."
I hopped in his big pick up truck and he put my address in his phone GPS. he asked me to play some music, and so I went to choose some from my phone. He asked if there would be a second date, and I chuckled and replied "maybe." I chose a playlist and put my phone in the cup holder. My hand continued to move after I put it down. My hand landed on his cock and he gasped and swerved a little.
He looked at me with a grin and I began to unbuckle his pants. I went to take his boxers down with my teeth, and his already rock hard cock slapped me in the top of the head! He laughed and I gasped - his cock was at least 10 inches long. I hungrily gobbled his cock down and deep throated him a few times to get his cock nice and wet. Then, I began to jerk him off and suck on his balls. I felt him squirm as I sucked each ball individually and then licked up his shaft to engulf him with another deep throat. I continued to suck his cock for at least 15 more minutes - his stamina impressed me.
All of a sudden, we came to a stop. We were in my neighborhood, parked in front of a big bush by my house. "I parked a couple houses down.. can you finish me please?" He begged.
"Not like that." I replied. I slipped my shoes and jeans off and moved his hand onto my crotch. My pussy was soaked - I hadn't touched it much since I'd been home. He slipped a finger into me and I gasped. It came out covered in my juices. I slid my panties off and he moved his seat back. I mounted him, and he reclined his seat the entire way. I lifted up and angled my pussy over his cock, "are you ready?" I asked.
"Oh yes, please!" I dropped my body down and his cock slid deep into my pussy. We both moaned deeply and I felt him throb inside of me. He fucked me for a few minutes, but the positions were too awkward to maintain for long, so I moved back to my seat.
"I haven't cum yet!" He protested.
"I know," I replied, moving my red socked feet onto his cock. I began giving him a sockjob and he looked at me, a bit confused. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"It's called a sockjob," I replied, "do you want me to stop?"
"No, please don't," he begged.
I rubbed his cock with my feet for about 5 more minutes when I heard him say "I'm gonna cum, baby." I kept jerking him off and he said "on your socks? Are you sure?"
"Yes, cover them!" I cried. He began shooting ropes of cum onto my socks.
"Fuck," he moaned as ropes two and three pasted my socks.
"Unload it all baby," I said as he shot two more ropes onto my socks. He sat back, spent, after pumping six ropes of cum onto my socks. I looked down to check the damage. The majority of my formerly dark red KB ankle socks were now coated in pearly white cum and soon to be stained. In addition, he shot powerful ropes of cum and some of it went past my socks. I had a quite a bit on the bottom cuffs of my jeans in addition to a few rogue drops all the way up to my knees. I tried to brush the stuff on my pants off, but it just left a dark, sticky stain. I looked at the clock - 2:07!! I was late!
I quickly pulled my converse on over my cum soaked socks and jeans and nudged Mason. "Pull in the driveway, I need to be home now."
I stuck my key in the lock, but as soon as I did, the door was pulled open. My dad was standing at the door, obviously upset that I was late. "It's 2:15 Emily, I said 2."
"I'm sorry dad, we just didn't leave early enough."
"Yeah, who is we? You left with Rebecca in a car and you got dropped off in a pick up truck - who was that?" My high and drunk brain scrambled for an answer.
"That was Lex, from high school. Remember him? I saw him at the party and he offered to give me a ride home because Rebecca was drunk." I immediately realized the mistake I had made
"Rebecca is drunk? I bet you are too, let me smell your breath" he said. I tried to move away but he grabbed my shoulders. "Breathe," he said. I exhaled what I can only imagine what a noxious mixture of alcohol, weed and cock. "You smell like alcohol!" He bellowed. "You're grounded!"
I pushed past him, knowing full and well that he wouldn't be able to enforce that. "Sorry daddy, it won't happen again."
He looked at me, obviously disappointed, and said "you know one day, if you keep drinking, you're gonna get too drunk and some guy is going to take advantage of you. I say this because I care about you. I don't want your virginity to be taken by anyone until you're married, that's a mistake you can't get back."
"I'm sorry dad, I'll go to sleep and it won't happen again" I replied.
"Good, I love you," he said, "good night."
He went to his room and I walked upstairs. I went and opened my bed room door, and my little sister was sitting eagerly on my bed. She grinned, "so why were you really late?"
I reached down and untied my Converse and pulled them off. The smell of fresh cum filled my room and my sister leaned forward to admire the stains on my red socks. "I guess it was a merry Christmas Eve, huh Emily?"
For the first week, being good was easy. I stayed home a lot of the time. I only really went out in the day to hang out with girl friends, and I spent most of my time catching up on a lot of Netflix or on twitter.
Then, as Christmas started getting closer, the parties began.
On Christmas Eve, my friend Rebecca called me and asked if I wanted to go to a party at her friend's apartment in the city. I said sure, and began to think about how to dress cute enough to turn heads, but not quite cute enough to bring someone home with me. I settled on a red Christmas sweater, a black sports bra, black thong, red ankle socks, a pair of jeans and a pair of white Converse high tops. With my outfit settled, I showered and began to get ready.
Rebecca picked me up at about 8, and my dad made me promise to be home by 2. I agreed and hopped in Rebecca's car. We jammed to some Taylor Swift on the way and discussed how our Christmas vacations were going. She was excited to go to the party tonight because she hadn't seen any of our high school friends in a while.
The drive lasted about forty minutes, but we found our way through the city easily and parked in a parking structure near the apartment. When we opened the door to the apartment, we were immediately hit with loud music, flashing lights and the smell of weed. It seemed the "small" party had become pretty much an apartment Christmas rager.
I didn't want to be late because I knew my dad would be waiting up for me, and so I told myself that I wouldn't leave the apartment until it was time to go home. I walked around and started chatting with people. I knew most of them from high school, but not all of them. I made my way to the alcohol, saying hello to as many people as I recognized on the way. I grabbed a beer and found a girl I used to be good friends with in high school, Sarah. We hugged and caught up for awhile. She lit a joint and started smoking it as we talked, eventually offering it to me. We smoked and drank and talked about our conquests since high school. She then asked me if I liked getting really high and I told her that I rarely smoked, but that it was fun when I did. Sarah asked if I wanted to get really high, really fast. I grinned and agreed.
Sarah told me to grab a beer and meet her in the back bedroom. She had a dab rig set up and asked me if I'd ever taken one. I said no, but that I'd seen people hit them before. She explained how to hit it and put a long strand on the nail and demonstrated. Then, she put one on for me and held it for me. I smoked the whole thing and started coughing immediately. She grinned, "Want another one?"
I took two more dabs and was more high than I've ever been in my entire life. We sat in the bedroom and laughed for what felt like an hour, until I finished off my beer. Sarah asked if I was hungry, and I said yeah. We grabbed some food and more beer from the table and retreated back to the bedroom. After eating everything and downing another beer, I was high, full, drunk and happy. Sarah asked if I wanted a weed brownie, to which I firmly rejected. She coaxed me into it by saying it wouldn't kick in for an hour and that I would not be as high by then. We both ate a brownie and I looked at the time. 10:30. It was probably time to be social again. We stood up and headed into the living room, back to the party.
I was grabbing another beer when I felt someone standing close behind me. I turned around, and a tall, blonde man was standing right behind me. I gasped and he stepped back "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I saw you earlier and thought you were really beautiful and wanted to ask your name."
We started talking and migrated away from the alcohol. His name was Mason and I could tell he wanted to fuck me. It was 12:30, so I figured we didn't have time, but he was fun to talk to. 1:00 came around and it was time for me to head home, so I asked for his number and explained I had to get home. "You're drunk, let me drive you home, you don't need to be driving," he said.
"Thanks, but I have a designated driver, my friend Rebecca."
"You mean that Rebecca?" Mason asked, pointing towards Rebecca passed out on the couch.
"Oh," I said, "yeah i guess I could use a ride."
I hopped in his big pick up truck and he put my address in his phone GPS. he asked me to play some music, and so I went to choose some from my phone. He asked if there would be a second date, and I chuckled and replied "maybe." I chose a playlist and put my phone in the cup holder. My hand continued to move after I put it down. My hand landed on his cock and he gasped and swerved a little.
He looked at me with a grin and I began to unbuckle his pants. I went to take his boxers down with my teeth, and his already rock hard cock slapped me in the top of the head! He laughed and I gasped - his cock was at least 10 inches long. I hungrily gobbled his cock down and deep throated him a few times to get his cock nice and wet. Then, I began to jerk him off and suck on his balls. I felt him squirm as I sucked each ball individually and then licked up his shaft to engulf him with another deep throat. I continued to suck his cock for at least 15 more minutes - his stamina impressed me.
All of a sudden, we came to a stop. We were in my neighborhood, parked in front of a big bush by my house. "I parked a couple houses down.. can you finish me please?" He begged.
"Not like that." I replied. I slipped my shoes and jeans off and moved his hand onto my crotch. My pussy was soaked - I hadn't touched it much since I'd been home. He slipped a finger into me and I gasped. It came out covered in my juices. I slid my panties off and he moved his seat back. I mounted him, and he reclined his seat the entire way. I lifted up and angled my pussy over his cock, "are you ready?" I asked.
"Oh yes, please!" I dropped my body down and his cock slid deep into my pussy. We both moaned deeply and I felt him throb inside of me. He fucked me for a few minutes, but the positions were too awkward to maintain for long, so I moved back to my seat.
"I haven't cum yet!" He protested.
"I know," I replied, moving my red socked feet onto his cock. I began giving him a sockjob and he looked at me, a bit confused. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"It's called a sockjob," I replied, "do you want me to stop?"
"No, please don't," he begged.
I rubbed his cock with my feet for about 5 more minutes when I heard him say "I'm gonna cum, baby." I kept jerking him off and he said "on your socks? Are you sure?"
"Yes, cover them!" I cried. He began shooting ropes of cum onto my socks.
"Fuck," he moaned as ropes two and three pasted my socks.
"Unload it all baby," I said as he shot two more ropes onto my socks. He sat back, spent, after pumping six ropes of cum onto my socks. I looked down to check the damage. The majority of my formerly dark red KB ankle socks were now coated in pearly white cum and soon to be stained. In addition, he shot powerful ropes of cum and some of it went past my socks. I had a quite a bit on the bottom cuffs of my jeans in addition to a few rogue drops all the way up to my knees. I tried to brush the stuff on my pants off, but it just left a dark, sticky stain. I looked at the clock - 2:07!! I was late!
I quickly pulled my converse on over my cum soaked socks and jeans and nudged Mason. "Pull in the driveway, I need to be home now."
I stuck my key in the lock, but as soon as I did, the door was pulled open. My dad was standing at the door, obviously upset that I was late. "It's 2:15 Emily, I said 2."
"I'm sorry dad, we just didn't leave early enough."
"Yeah, who is we? You left with Rebecca in a car and you got dropped off in a pick up truck - who was that?" My high and drunk brain scrambled for an answer.
"That was Lex, from high school. Remember him? I saw him at the party and he offered to give me a ride home because Rebecca was drunk." I immediately realized the mistake I had made
"Rebecca is drunk? I bet you are too, let me smell your breath" he said. I tried to move away but he grabbed my shoulders. "Breathe," he said. I exhaled what I can only imagine what a noxious mixture of alcohol, weed and cock. "You smell like alcohol!" He bellowed. "You're grounded!"
I pushed past him, knowing full and well that he wouldn't be able to enforce that. "Sorry daddy, it won't happen again."
He looked at me, obviously disappointed, and said "you know one day, if you keep drinking, you're gonna get too drunk and some guy is going to take advantage of you. I say this because I care about you. I don't want your virginity to be taken by anyone until you're married, that's a mistake you can't get back."
"I'm sorry dad, I'll go to sleep and it won't happen again" I replied.
"Good, I love you," he said, "good night."
He went to his room and I walked upstairs. I went and opened my bed room door, and my little sister was sitting eagerly on my bed. She grinned, "so why were you really late?"
I reached down and untied my Converse and pulled them off. The smell of fresh cum filled my room and my sister leaned forward to admire the stains on my red socks. "I guess it was a merry Christmas Eve, huh Emily?"
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