Apple Picking

Shauna combed a hand through the thick tangle of her hair, pouting artfully at Gavin. "Well, shit."
"What?"
Shauna stood on the bottom rung of the ladder, looking up at the bare tip of the tree. "It's the most important part is what! How can you have a Christmas Tree and no topper?"
Gavin blinked. "Could always...get a new one?"
Shauna frowned. "It was my Grandmother's topper! I can't just replace it, no, if it's lost I'l need to find it." Gavin grunted non-commitally. "This is serious, you know!"
"Right. Of course, sorry. It's just...it's a little difficult to take it seriously when you're so..." he gestured at her pyjamas. "Festive."

Shauna gave a shrug. "Thought I'd go for something new this year. Nothing special, really. They're just pyjamas. Christmas pyjamas. Christmassy Pyjamas for a Christmassy time." She did a happy little jump on the spot for emphasis, but came down a tad too hard on the rung she'd been standing on and lost her footing. "Whoah!" Shauna windmilled her arms as she fell backwards, and without thinking Gavin put out his hands to catch her. He could feel what had happened before either of them had truly processed it—two soft cushions cupped neatly in each hand, apples fallen straight from the proverbial bushel. Even through her pyjamas, Gavin could feel Shauna's beautiful bum, the subtle warmth of those big brown buns, the plump, perfect curvature, and the slight buoyancy of them—a light bounciness that temporarily robbed him of his sense to the point that he gave them a slight, involuntary squeeze.

Shauna gasped at his touch, paralysed for a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, before getting back to her feet, leaving Gavin's hands disappointingly empty. He tried to ignore the diamond-hard rod in his jeans, and hoped against hope they'd be enough to contain it. He looked up just in time to see a noticeable russet tinge manifesting on her face—a blush. Shauna tried to cover it with a sweep of her hair back over her left shoulder and a clearing of her throat. She felt it, Gavin exhaled slowly. She knows, she knows I... That he what? That he saw her as more than a friend and always had? That he wanted nothing more than to grab as much of that gorgeous arse as he could hold and never let go? That in his dreams he saw her naked and on her knees in front of him, his cock still glistening with her saliva and that gloss she always wore on her lips while something pale and sticky ran lazily down the furrow between her golden brown breasts?

"Th-thanks for catching me," she said, finally giving him a shy smile, after the longest time. "I...that was clumsy of me, I shouldn't have..."

"No, no it's..." Gavin faltered, then pursed his lips and nodded. "Any time."

"Right, well. Back to business, then." Shauna stepped away and went back to the box, picking it up to rummage through it again. "So...any plans for the holidays?"

Gavin sat back down, leaning forward on the sofa and fidgeting with his hands while trying desperately not to look at it. "Uh, no. No, I don't think so. Family are all the way up in Chiswick and I...I dunno, Dad's still recovering from the treatment, Mum's trying to hold down the fort, Christie's already making travel plans for when Uni breaks up for Christmas. I'm just...here, I guess."

"Just here." Shauna echoed, clambering carefully back up the ladder to place the next decoration. "Seems like there's a lot of us who are 'just here', round here. For what it's worth I..." she stopped herself, glancing at him briefly before returning to the tree. "My door's always open. Us ex-Freshers have to stick together, right?"

Gavin nodded, smiling despite himself. "Right. And thanks—thank you. You're a..." he looked down at the floor guility. "You're a good friend. Great, even."

"I try." Shauna shrugged, making the toffee apple bob in the most alluring way. He looked. He couldn't help himself. When he closed his eyes to blot out the image, all he could see was her, still on her knees, lips gliding smoothly off the end of his prick. She was naked, the light was hitting her curves in all the right ways, and down between her legs he could see a hint of the most wondrous thing.

His eyes flicked open. Gavin felt his pulse quickening and took a few breaths—deep and slow—to settle it down. Dead-centre in his field of vision Shauna's toffee apple hung, all wrapped up tight like a Christmas Present. His better angels bleated lamely in his ears as he sat there, powerless to stop the caveman part of his brain from doing what it did best; he watched and watched, his baser instincts willing that little square flap to give him something. A glimpse. Just a glimpse, if that was all he could get. Shauna had an ornament shaped like a shepherd's crook in her hand and was hovering on the top step now. Despite the extra reach it gave her, the higher branches were still just out of her grasp, so she stood there on tiptoes, leaning and straining to slip the ornament onto a particularly sturdy-looking branch she'd spied sticking out from the top-most section of the tree. Gavin's eyes lingered around the drop-seat as before, but now he noticed something new: one of the buttons securing it in place had come undone. How? Could it have been...the fall? His stomach lurched, accompanied by a tingling in his loins. The drop-seat had only three buttons, each of them running along the top of it. With one of them flapping uselessly in the breeze, so to speak, he could see a small gap that revealed a tantalising glimpse of what lay underneath. A crumb of nubile curvy cheek; a patch of smooth, coffee-coloured skin. It was like he could feel his heart skip a beat.

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