Strolling through town to see the Christmas lights

SHANE

Tracy looked absolutely adorable as we strolled through town together. Bright, happy, glowing with excitement-clinging to my arm like she needed it to stay upright.

Dinner had been a bust. The only place in town we could find that was still open on Christmas Eve was an extremely shady-looking Chinese restaurant that practically screamed "food-poisoning." We didn't want to risk it.

Instead, we hit up a gas station for some Funyons, a bag of beef jerky, and two cups of "hot cocoa" that honestly tasted more like chalk than chocolate.

But, while our Christmas Eve feast wasn't exactly what we'd been hoping for, Tracy and I still had a pretty awesome time just enjoying one another's company. We'd been close friends for all these years, yet we rarely spent time outside of work together, just the two of us.

We turned down one of the bigger residential streets, grinning at the preposterous amount of effort each home had dedicated to their holiday decorations:

Gigantic, hand-painted reindeer polluted the rooftops. Byzantine tracks for miniature locomotives wound around enormous winter landscapes in someone's yard. Man-sized robot nutcrackers marched in circles around a small gazebo. And the LIGHTS! Let's just say their electric bills for the month of December must have reached into the quadruple digits.

"How much time do you think it takes to set all this stuff up every year?" Tracy laughed.

"Weeks, at least. Neighborhoods like this, I bet you it's like an arms race between all the men. Less about the embracing the holiday spirit and more about having the baddest motherfucking yard in town."

"Yeah, Freud would have a field day with these people." Tracy opened her eyes wide, pretending to be aroused by what she saw: "Oh, Jimmy! Your Christmas decorations are so... BIG!"

When she turned to face me, Tracy's bright blonde hair caught the colors of the blinking lights: green, red, gold...

"You are so beautiful," I sighed.

Tracy placed her cute wool mittens on either side of my head-holding me steady as she brought her lips to mine.

"But, there's no mistletoe," I joked.

"We don't need it."

Our kiss was a slow burn, going from warm and pleasant to hot and heavy-and when we finally broke apart there was a whimper in Tracy's voice.

"Do you think we'd still be together?" she asked.

"You and Connor?"

"No, I mean me and you. If things had plays out differently on that very first double date, way back when. Earlier today, you said you sometimes imagine a whole complicated fantasy version of your life, where you wound up with me instead of Ria. That whole 'What If' fantasy."

"Yeah," I blushed.

"What's it like?"

"My fantasy?"

"Yeah, the 'What If' fantasy. I want to know what you think a relationship with me would have been like. Are we madly in love? Are we married? Do we fuck like five times a day?"

I chuckled, "Oh, at LEAST that much."

She took my hand, a playful smile on her face. "I'm serious though. I want to know."

I took a deep breath, suddenly self-conscious about the whole situation. Not two hours earlier, I'd been grinding my cock against Tracy's sexy naked body in the shower-and now here I was, feeling inexplicably shy.

"Come on," she pushed. "We've been 'revealing' things to each other all day, haven't we?"

"Okay," I sighed. I took her mittened hand in my own and we strolled side-by-side through the neighborhood. Some off-key carolers crooned in the distance. Snow crunched beneath our boots. And Tracy listened intently as I regaled her with the entire story of what might have been.

My 'what if' fantasy:

"Go back in time. Three years ago, tonight. I pick you up around this same time-around eight-and we head to the carnival to meet your friend Ria and some guy named Connor. You're dressed in those exact same clothes, with that exact same lipstick."

"You remember the lipstick I was wearing?" Tracy asked.

I smiled, "I remember everything about that night. I remember being so nervous on the drive over to pick you up, that my hands were sweating. I remember being terrified that you'd notice that I'd screwed up shaving and one of my sideburns was a millimeter or so longer than the other. I remember the moment you sat down in the car beside me-happy as could be-and I thought, 'Man, I hit the jackpot. This girl IS Christmas. Bright green eyes and deep red lips. Cozy and jolly and sweet as dessert. Festive sweater, fuzzy mittens. A nice girl who definitely belongs on Santa's naughty list."

Tracy smirked at that last bit.

"Point is, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world that night."

"But you still chose to go home with Ria."

I shrugged. "In real life? Yeah. You and me-we weren't right for each other, Trace. That much was obvious from the moment I handed you a bouquet of flowers, and you reacted like I had just bought an engagement ring."

Tracy shrunk down a bit, embarrassed. "I just get nervous when boys do things like that. I didn't mean to be ungrateful."

"You didn't do anything wrong. Me and Ria had a connection. You and Connor had a connection. The rest is history. BUT-"

I gave her another quick kiss on the lips.

"But we're not talking about real life, here, are we?"

"Right."

"In my 'what if' fantasy, Ria and Connor don't even show up that first night. It's just you and me, having a blast, enjoying the carnival. Getting all snuggly as the night gets colder."

To illustrate my point, I wrapped an arm around Tracy's shoulders and pulled her in closer.

"And as we get closer to midnight; closer to Christmas, I'm already falling head-over-heels for you. Not the way I fell for Ria-both of us perfectly compatible and instantly connected and all that-no, when I fall for you it's the complete opposite. It's wild, like jumping off a cliff because I can't stand the thought of standing on solid ground anymore."

She blushed.

"And then midnight finally rolls around and we decide to take a ride on the tunnel of love."

I lowered my voice, so that the passing carolers couldn't hear as I whispered:

"And as soon as that stupid swan boat starts moving, we've got our hands all over each other. You hop up on my lap and we start kissing, I start copping a feel beneath that sweater you've got on..."

I trailed off, pausing to take an appreciative glance at the way Tracy's luscious chest was straining against her Christmas sweater.

"Do we have sex in the tunnel?"

"No way," I laughed. "Way too cold and uncomfortable for a fantasy. No, we go straight back my car and we fuck in the parking lot."

"With the heater on full blast," she giggled.

"Of course, can't have us catching a hypothetical cold. Anyway, you hop up on my lap, and somehow we manage to struggle out of all our clothes-"

"And then I rub my wet panties all over your face."

I blinked, caught off-guard by her comment.

"Just trying to contribute," Tracy grinned wickedly.

"Oh, don't stop on my account."

"No, this is your story. I just wanted to throw that in there."

"Hey, by all means. You can throw your panties around any time you please, I won't complain."

"Anyway-"

"Anyway, back to the story: We're both buck naked, rubbing up against each other and fogging up the windows. I recline the driver's seat and lay down, and then I roll you over so those gorgeous big tits of yours are pointing up at the ceiling for me to fondle and play with."

Tracy pointedly stuck out her chest towards me. "You mean these tits?"

I started talking faster:

"My cock is sticking straight up between your legs, pressing against the length of your slit."

"Ooh, I like where this is going.'"

"You're so fucking hot and so fucking wet-and your body is just drooling honey all over me. Before long, you've lubed up my cock so much that your body literally can't keep me out anymore-and every inch I've got to offer slips slowly up inside of you."

Tracy shivered, enjoying the mental image. I circled around behind her-my arms still tightly hugging the girl's curvy body.

"Then what happens?" she whispered.

"Then we fuck as hard as we can, as fast as we can, and you come like fifty times before I pull out and blow my load all over your stomach."

As I spoke, I gave her both of her breasts a good firm squeeze.

"I think I'm gonna like this story," she panted. "Tell me more."

I playfully nipped at her ear. "Maybe I should tell you in the car."