Yes

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RIA

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I spotted our two sexy dates walking back towards us through the carnival. Shane smiled when he saw me, and my heart just melted. I felt tingly all over. Sorcerer, indeed. The idea of going home without him was too much to bear, even if it meant I'd have to skip out on ever seeing Connor naked.

"Let's do it," I breathed excitedly.

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SHANE

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"Okay, it's ten minutes to midnight," I said to the others. "How do you guys want to celebrate Christmas?"

Ria held up the goldfish I'd won her and jokingly answered, "Not that I want to sound ungrateful or anything, but we should probably release Pete here back into the wild at some point."

"There's a creek over by the Tunnel of Love," Connor pointed out.

"Ooh, the Tunnel of Love. That sounds fun," Tracy cooed, snuggling up to my side. I couldn't help but notice that she was looking at Connor as she said it, instead of me.

"Yeah, what do you all say?" Connor asked. "One more ride before we all head home for the evening?" He wrapped his great big arms around Ria's tiny frame, and I fought back the urge to tell him to back off. He clearly had his eyes laser-focused on Tracy's chest.

Ria looked at me, conflicted, and said, "Actually—" But she lost her nerve and refused to finish the sentence. "Shane, what do you wanna do?" she asked instead.

I could feel the soft presence of Tracy's enormous bosom squeezing against my arm. DAMN, that woman was hot. I wanted her so badly...

But as I looked around at my three companions—each of us gazing longingly at the wrong person—I realized just how silly we were all behaving.

"I think the Tunnel of Love sounds awesome," I said. "But if it's okay with you guys, I wanna ride with Ria."

The group went silent. No one said a word as Ria and Tracy switched places, nervously taking the hand of each other's date. It was an awkward moment, to be sure, but it was also clearly what everybody wanted. As soon as we had traded, all four of us started grinning like idiots.

"Also, I'd rather we kept the goldfish," I added.

Given the strong smell of chlorine as we approached the Tunnel of Love, I figured that it had probably been a good call not to dump poor Pete in the water there. The weather was cold and the hour was late, so the ride was totally empty of other people when we arrived. Ria and I bid the other couple "Merry Christmas" as they climbed inside one of the ride's fiberglass swan-boats and disappeared into the tunnel.

Then it was our turn.

"I can't believe they have an actual Tunnel of Love here!" I laughed, gently lowering Ria into the boat.

"Seriously, I thought these things went out of fashion in the twenties!"

But I wasn't complaining. The seats were a lot roomier and more comfortable than I'd been expecting, and the elevated "wings" of the swan we were riding in did such a good job of concealing us from the outside world that we barely even needed the darkness of the tunnel to maintain privacy.

Once inside, the only illumination came from thousands of softly twinkling Christmas lights, lining the walls like festively-colored stars. Corny winter love songs blared out over tinny speakers to mask the sounds of lovers' stolen kisses.

I draped an arm around my beautiful companion, holding her close. She lifted her lips to my ear and whispered:

"So, how come you wanted to ride with me? Instead of Tracy?"

"You want the honest answer? I gotta warn you, it's gonna sound crazy."

"Go for it."

A thousand Christmas lights were reflected in those dark eyes of hers.

"I think I'm falling for you."

And then, to the immortally awful tune of "I'll Be Missing You Come Christmas" by the New Kids on the Block, she kissed me.

Pyrotechnics went off in my brain. Her lips were searing hot, pressing against me like naked flames. The winter air sizzled around us and I held close. Ria moaned, finally pulling away for a moment to catch her breath.

"I fucking love this song," she panted. Then she climbed onto my lap and kissed me again.

Beneath the soft fabric of my slacks, I was hard as iron. I wrapped arms around her slender waist and, after dreaming about it all night long, I dropped my hands to her nice, tight ass and gave it a nice, firm squeeze. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back in pleasure—presenting me with the feminine curve of her neck. I teasingly ran my tongue across the skin of her throat, and she muttered something in Spanish.

Slowly, one of Ria's hands slipped down off my shoulder, trailed down my chest, and, tentatively, reached between my legs to press down against the shape of my cock. Our eyes met again in the darkness—our lips crashed back together—and her gentle rubbing through my slacks became fierce and firm.

I promptly reached up beneath her shirt, cupping my palms beneath the delicate lace bra that supported her firm, young breasts—

Then the damn ride ended. We blinked into the lights of the carnival, frustrated beyond belief.

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RIA

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"Aw man! Just when things were getting interesting!" I whined.

Shane laughed and kissed me one last time. We looked up to see our two friends waiting for us off to the side.

"I take it you guys had a good time," Tracy grinned, nodding between Shane's legs.

I still had my hand down there. Quickly, I hopped off of him and did my best to get my pulse rate back down to normal as Connor helped me back onto solid ground.

"That was fun," Connor said. "I've never been on one of those things before."

Shane embarrassedly straightened out the bulge in his slacks before he got to his feet. "Yeah, it's fun, but it's way too short. I wish they'd just let us keep riding the thing, it's not like there's anybody else waiting in line here."

I looked over at the exhausted Mexican guy operating the ride—bored out of his mind—and an idea popped into my head.

"Hang on guys, I'll be right back."

I strolled over to him, thrusting out my chest and batting my eyelashes as best I could. This sort of thing was typically beneath me (and Tracy's way better at it than I am, anyway) but my experience serving hot wings at Hooters hadn't been for naught. By the time I quit, I'd gotten pretty good at convincing men to do what I wanted.

"Excuse me," I said.

The guy didn't even bother looking up from the magazine he was reading. "No English," he answered reflexively.

I couldn't help but laugh. If he'd taken the effort just to glance in my direction, he'd have seen dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes—I'm as Latin as they come.

I switched over to Spanish and politely asked if he wouldn't mind letting my friends and I stay on the ride for a little longer next time. Like, maybe, thirty or forty minutes?

He looked me up and down, uncertain.

"She'll flash you," I said, pointing over to Tracy and her gigantic boobs.

"En serio?" he asked.

"Si."

Triumphant, I walked back over to my friends and told them that he'd agreed to let the boats stay in the tunnel for the next half hour or so. It would be a memorable Christmas, indeed.

"Wow, you go girl!" Tracy exclaimed. "How did you manage to convince him?"

"I'll tell you once the ride's over."

And I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when I did.

As our swan-boat drifted back into the twinkling lights of the tunnel, I wasted no time maneuvering myself back onto Shane's lap, anxious for more action.

"You know, you're pretty awesome," he said to me.

"You're pretty awesome yourself, cutie."

I leaned in to kiss him, but he held me back and looked at me with those stunning, one-in-a-million eyes of his.

"No, seriously. Christmas has been kind of a downer for me the past couple of years. This is a really nice change."

"I'm glad," I whispered.

Then his eyes turned playful, once again. "Good thing I asked your friend to go out with me. We might never have met."

"Yeah, good thing," I agreed. Then I grabbed him by the hair and shut him up with a kiss.

Shane was a REALLY good kisser. He wasn't afraid to be the man, but he knew when to back off and tease me a little. I could get used to kissing this guy. He lightly nipped at my lower lip, and I felt a shock of arousal zap through my body and down between my legs.

I leaned back and unzipped my coat, enjoying the way Shane's gaze dropped appreciatively to my breasts. My nipples were poking through my blouse, screaming for some attention—so he leaned forward and licked me through the fabric.

Oh yeah... I could get used to that, too.

Still holding onto his hair, I pulled Shane's head fiercely against my chest and rubbed my boobs back and forth across his face. He moaned loudly through the meat of my tit and then pushed me away, panting. Those beautiful eyes looked ravenously hungry.

"Take you fucking shirt off," he ordered.

I was only too happy to obey, getting an extra kick out of the way his pelvis lurched beneath me the moment he saw my sexy new bra. I'd spent the better part of a day trying to find the perfect one in preparation for my date with Connor, and I was more than happy with my purchase. It was peach-colored and totally sheer, with loads of cleavage spilling out the top. The dark buds of my nipples were plainly visible through it, even in the low light of the tunnel.

Shane couldn't keep his hands off me.

After a few minutes of being groped, I decided that my lover had WAY too many clothes on. I pulled his sweater and his shirt off of his body in one fell swoop, then started exploring his bare chest with my hands. He was in much better shape than I'd expected—a swimmer's build, if I had to guess—and I gave myself a few minutes to enjoy caressing the lean, defined musculature of his abs while he fondled my tits.

The firmness of Shane's erection dug into my crotch, and our hips slowly rocked together, dry-humping in the darkness. I felt Shane's hands on my back, searching desperately for the clasp of my bra—which unfortunately for him was in the front. I spared him the trouble and just undid the thing myself, letting it snap off to either side as my unrestrained boobs bounced into his field of vision.

"Fuck yes," he breathed, stuffing my tit in his mouth.

Jesus that felt good.

Just as had been promised, our boat came to a stop in the middle of the tunnel. The lights continued to twinkle romantically around us, but shutting down the motorized track had the unexpected side-effect of killing all the cheesy music, as well—

Meaning the only sounds in the tunnel were coming from the four of us.

Noisy kisses and ecstatic moans echoed off the walls. I recognized the sound of Connor's ****, shuddering breaths, and realized with a hint of jealousy that our friends in the next swan over were getting to the good stuff a bit faster than we were.

"Aw yeah, suck it!" Connor cried out.

He was so shamelessly loud, it was hilarious, but I couldn't deny the fact that hearing the two of them go at it was getting me more aroused than ever. I pulled Shane's eager lips off my erect nipple and playfully whispered, "Sounds like a good idea to me."

My lover moaned as I kissed my way down his chest, outlining the definition in his abs with my tongue.

As I lowered my body between his legs, I felt my naked breasts glide along the shape of his erection. Shane reflexively bucked his hips up into my chest, so I decided to prolong the moment a bit more, slowly sliding the weight of my tits back and forth across his lap.

"Aah!" he moaned.

Shane couldn't wait any longer. With shaking hands, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, liberating his impressive cock into the night air. I delicately closed my hand around the shaft, briefly testing its firmness, then

I planted a big, wet kiss at the base. He throbbed with desire as I trailed my mouth up his rigid length, pressing the flat of my tongue against him as I went. When I finally reached the top, I relaxed my lips—hungry for him—and slipped the warm, smooth head of his cock into my mouth.

"Oh god..." he sighed.

For fun, I twisted my head to the side, feeling the shape of his cock as it stretched out the inside of my cheek.

After a few more licks, I pulled my mouth off of him and sat back—teasing his slick erection back and forth across my cleavage. The exquisite, almost pained look on Shane's face told me how close he was getting, and I couldn't bear the thought of extending his agony any longer.

"You can come, if you want," I whispered, flicking my tongue across his tip.

"Not—oh Jesus—Not yet."

Then he lifted me up—away from his pulsing erection—and stood me up on the bench beside him. My pants dropped to my ankles a second later, leaving Shane face-to-face with the soaked, sheer lace panties I had bought to match my new bra.

He yanked them down with his teeth.

Thinking quickly, Shane bundled up his discarded sweater and set it on the top of our swan as a makeshift pillow for me. When I sat on it, my legs hung down on either side of his face. Shane gripped my naked ass and playfully licked his way up the firm muscle of my inner thigh.

I definitely liked where this was going.

From my elevated vantage point, I could actually see down into the swan-boat in front of us, where Tracy and Connor were already fucking each other. My eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness of the tunnel that I had a clear view of Connor's broad, muscular back and the tops of Tracy's pale, bouncing breasts. She rode him hard, smothering his face with her enormous bosom.

Damn, those two looked hot. The sight of their frantic love-making was one of the sexiest things I'd ever witnessed—

But I forgot all about them the second Shane's talented tongue made contact with my criminally neglected pussy. The way he played with me—tugging at me with his lips, teasing and probing me with his tongue, perfectly satisfying my body's every unspoken urge—he was an artist. My insides melted like butter.

I leaned back, bracing my hands on the back of the swan—and let out a yelp as the freezing fiberglass made contact with my palms. Shane immediately backed away, worried he had somehow hurt me.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I laughed and explained, "Yeah, I just accidentally touched the boat. It's really cold."

"Maybe you should come back down here with me, where it's warm."

"Mmm, sounds good."

I hopped off the back of the swan and happily straddled Shane's lap once again—both of us completely naked, this time—luxuriating in the feel of his warm chest pressing against mine. We kissed again—hot and heavy—and I felt his hands slide down my back and over the firm globes of my ass. Apparently, he really liked my ass.

"Mmm..."

Shane moaned into my mouth as he squeezed, then he firmly pulled me forward, rubbing the rigid shaft of his penis against the soft fuzz of my pubic hair.

On shaky legs, I managed to raise myself up—lifting my body inch by inch—until I could feel the very tip of his cock pressing up into my cunt. I was so goddamn wet, it honestly took more effort to keep him from slipping in—but I wanted to prolong this moment for as long as I could...

"As long as I could" wound up being about four seconds. When I'd moved to position myself above him, I'd also inadvertently managed to shove my tits right back into Shane's face. His mouth enveloped my puffy, sensitive nipples, and I gave in. The muscles in my legs turned to jelly as I dropped down on him, all at once—taking him to the hilt—filling myself with that beautiful cock.

The twinkling Christmas lights in the tunnel became a blur. I tried looking into my lover's incredible eyes, but I was so light-headed with pleasure that everything was out of focus. The orgasmic screams of Tracy and Connor echoed all around us as Shane lifted me up the full length of his erection and then slammed me back down again.

"Oh Jesus..." my breath was weak. My words staggered and incoherent. Shane picked me up and slammed me down again. And again. Harder and harder, bouncing me on his lap.

God, this felt good. Finally, some satisfaction!

But wait, was that... music?

The voice of Bing Crosby crooned to life over the speakers. Beneath us, the ride started moving again.

"Aw, you gotta be kidding me!" Shane cried out. But I was not going to be denied.

"We still have time, we can finish," I panted. I didn't even care if it was true or not. I needed to come, and woe unto anyone who tried to stop me.

After a moment's consideration, Shane just said, "Screw it," and he went right back to fucking me. My whole world threatened to explode, and I braced my hands atop his shoulders, using my arms to help speed up our love-making as the swan-boat made its inexorable journey through the tunnel, towards the light at the end.

Moaning and groaning, we locked eyes and went into the home stretch. Shane's body tensed beneath me, his hands powerfully gripping my ass. My naked breasts slapped against his chest with every blissful thrust. The ribbon of pleasure twisting in my body became absolutely unbearable—

Shane bit down on my earlobe and exploded inside of me, his cock spasming with every powerful spurt. I came loudly, screaming, not caring if everyone in the carnival heard me.

We finally fell limp against each other, kissing tenderly in the afterglow.

"Oh shit," Shane whispered, and I spun to see that we were only seconds away from the tunnel's exit. Seconds away from everyone getting a look at our sweaty, naked bodies. Shane and I fumbled frantically around our little swan-boat, grabbing for clothing—wrangling whatever we could manage.

I didn't have time to get my blouse back on, so instead I just grabbed my leather jacket and pulled it around my bare chest to cover up.

When we emerged back into the open air, the carnival lights were blinding and the December air was freezing. By some miracle, Shane and I had gotten dressed—or at least we'd managed to cover up enough skin that we wouldn't be arrested for indecent exposure.

Tracy and Connor climbed out of the boat ahead of us, their clothes and hair in hilarious disarray. They both seemed pretty pleased with themselves.

"Oh my god!" Tracy squealed, running over to hug me excitedly. "Did we really just do that? That was totally insane! We could totally hear the two of you!"

Shane lovingly wrapped his arms around me and said, "So, time to call it a night and head back home?"

"Actually," I grinned, "first Tracy has to properly thank our wonderful ride operator for letting us stay in there so long."

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SHANE

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After that Christmas Eve, everything changed for the four of us. Connor, Tracy, Ria and I became inseparable; "The Double Date That Didn't End," we liked to joke. Each of us still had our own friends and our own lives outside of one another, of course, but in that never-ending double date, we found something that we'd all been missing out on for a long time—a family.

Connor became like a brother to me, Tracy became like a sister to me, and Ria...

She and I fell for one another faster than I'd ever thought possible. At midnight the following Christmas—exactly one year after we'd first made love in that silly swan-shaped boat—I got down on my knee and proposed.

Ria responded by asking why I'd waited so long.

Because we'd first had sex on Christmas, and because I had proposed to her on Christmas, it only seemed right that Ria and I would get married on Christmas, as well. After years of dreading the holiday that reminded us of the parents we'd lost, Ria and I wanted to reclaim the date for ourselves. From this year forward, Christmas would be our anniversary; "our" holiday.

We had exactly one year to get everything sorted out.

Thing is, deciding you want to get married on the biggest holiday of the year is easy. Actually pulling it off is not. Finding a venue was a nightmare, all the vendors wanted to charge triple their usual fee, and it was a massive inconvenience for our guests—most of whom had Christmas plans of their own.

It took its toll. With less than a week to go before our wedding day, Ria and I crawled exhausted into bed and realized that we hadn't had sex even once during the entire month of December.

"Geez, it's like we're already married," Ria joked.

She curled up on her side and closed her eyes, not realizing how absurdly beautiful she looked at that moment—all cozy in her baggy flannel pajamas, the faint glow of our newly-purchased Christmas lights illuminating her through our bedroom window. I really was a lucky bastard, no question about it.

"We'll just have to make up for it on the honeymoon," I whispered, kissing my beautiful fiancé goodnight.

"Mmm, sounds good," she purred. A second later, we were ****.

Everything was going great for me. I was getting ready to marry the love of my life, I had awesome friends, good health, and gainful employment. There was only one, small problem. An unconsummated urge that nagged at me every single day:

Tracy.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't harbor any romantic feelings for the girl. Like I said, we were more like siblings than anything. But she was just so ridiculously sexy. Those eyes, that smile, that BODY...

Every day, when I went into work and sat down at the cubicle beside hers, I couldn't help but fantasize about stripping off Tracy's clothes and fucking her in the broom closet until we both passed out from exhaustion. And the fact that Ria and I hadn't slept together in a month just made matters worse.

I tried to justify to myself that it was perfectly natural for me to be attracted to a woman like Tracy—after all, she was busty and friendly and undeniably gorgeous. But it still felt wrong. Tracy wasn't just some "hot chick at the office," she was my fiancé's best friend in the world. AND she was dating Connor. The girl was 100% off-limits.

Which is why I hated the fact that I couldn't stop daydreaming about blowing my load all over her big, beautiful breasts.

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RIA

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The changing rooms at our local Frederick's of Hollywood were not designed to accommodate two people, but Tracy refused to leave my side. The girl took her role as Maid of Honor very seriously.

"I am not wearing this," I laughed, blushing at the way I looked in the ridiculous wedding-night lingerie my friend had chosen for me.

"But you totally pull it off! What are you so shy about?"

For the record, I am not shy about my body, and Tracy knew it. I used to work with her at Hooters, for Christ's sake. But I have my limits, and the outfit my friend had picked out went way past them.

The bottoms weren't too bad—some skimpy lace panties with a faux bridal-veil perched atop my butt. They were actually kind of cute. But the top? I don't even know where to start. There was no "bra" to speak of—just two tiny sheets of diaphanous white lace that tied together above my cleavage and draped down over my breasts. A good sneeze, and I'd be completely topless.

I rolled my eyes at Tracy, "It's like you stole the curtains from Mickey Mouse's hotel room."

"Pshh! You just don't realize how lucky you are that you even have the option of wearing sexy underwear like this. Most places don't even MAKE bras in my size, and when they do, they're always these stupid boring beige things."

"That's because girls with boobs like yours don't need any extra help getting a boy's attention. Putting a sexy bra on you would be like murdering a fly with a bazooka." I stole a quick glance at her chest. "Actually, make that two bazookas."

"Come on, this is for your wedding night! You said you want Shane to be the horniest he's ever been."

"Yeah, but this isn't sexy, it's a costume! I don't want Shane to laugh at me when he sees it."

Tracy's smile turned naughty. "You know what I think? I think there's only one way to settle this..."