Christmas Special 2024

Once upon a time, an insecure college soccer player named Riley Jameson went away to a slightly odd soccer camp, hoping to mingle with athletic, international honeys. A lot happened, and against all odds, she met and married the girl of her dreams. That surreal, unforgettable summer is now firmly in the rearview mirror. The realities of adulthood and married life are here, and they aren’t going anywhere…

A CHRISTMAS FUTA

Much like her teenage self, fully adulting Riley rarely wakes up in a dignified fashion. There’s drool on the old FUTA tee that she sleeps in, her hair is a mess, and an aching erection protrudes from her rather skimpy blue panties as she comes to in the rumpled sheets. The sexy undies are because she had hoped to fool around last night, but that hadn’t happened. Ingrid had already been set up in bed with her glasses, book, and reading light when Riley got there.

Well, Riley is supposed to be taking it easy. Doctor’s orders. Ingrid takes that stuff seriously.

Blearily, Riley rubs her face. It’s Christmas Eve and the sun’s out, blinding her. She turns to check on her wife, who is not as set up as she was last night. Ingrid already has the angelic look locked in with her wheat-colored hair, rosy cheeks, and milky skin. Riley also assumes that angels are soft and busty.

Riley raises an eyebrow at what she sees. Ingrid isn’t doing her usual angelic sleeping. She’s on her belly with one knee out. Her panties and undershirt are askew. Too askew. Ingrid did not sleep peacefully. This is a hot look for her, but everything she does is hot to Riley. At the moment, Riley isn’t turned on. She’s just groggy and worried. As much as she enjoys the view of her wife, Ingrid should at least be covered. Riley reaches for the sheets only for Ingrid’s eyes to pop open. Riley narrowly avoids an accidental headbutt as Ingrid sits up and looks around in confusion. They’ve been at this rental for two days, but it’s still unfamiliar. It’s nice, but it isn’t home.

Ingrid’s trance breaks faster than usual. Riley smiles, all set to lean in, kiss her, tell her good morning… and she’s gone. The bathroom door snaps shut. Riley frowns.

“Merry Christmas,” she mutters.

She sits and waits until she hears the shower. The temptation to follow Ingrid in there is strong, but she does the right thing and climbs out of bed to stretch. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror doesn’t help her mood. She looks ridiculous. She’s quite pokey under the tee and her hard-on’s just standing out there, bobbing each time she moves. It’s the most magical time of the year. Yawning, she drags herself downstairs to the other bathroom.

She can actually see her Mom’s house from the bathroom window. Normally, they’d be in Sweden with Ingrid’s family by now, but not this year. Riley still doesn’t fully understand the problem. Swedes like their Christmas, but even after a couple of years of being married to one, she’s still not super confident in her ability to communicate with them. Ingrid’s probably feeling down about not being able to see them; that’s why she’s been so odd these past couple of days.

Riley wishes there was something she could do to make this easier for Ingrid.

[ This is an additional epilogue for the IR Route! Continued tomorrow! ]