SS Xmas25 Chapter 3

The video is a tutorial on how to tie a large bow onto a person as a sexy, romantic gesture. The idea is that the partner can untie the bow to unwrap them. Elsa stares with a glazed look as the two women on the screen explain it. One wears a modest one-piece swimsuit while the other ties the bow, explaining each step.

Ying wants to do this for Wendy, and she needs Elsa to do the tying.

The bow is incredibly complex. This will be a ton of work, while all Ying has to do is stand there. And then, presumably, she gets laid. What hurts even more is that Ying is doing this very sweet gesture because Wendy, of all people, apparently means that much to her. Meanwhile, Elsa only gets to feel the touch of a woman when CCL’s biggest nerd decides to fuck around with a Ouija board. She shudders at the memory.

“You OK?” Ying asks.

“Yup. OK. I mean, I guess I can try.”

Ying looks grateful. “Thank you.”

Elsa gets to her feet with a sigh that turns into a **** as Ying drops her robe. It’s not that nudity is so shocking, it’s just… Elsa shakes her head and takes a gulp from her mug, then puts it on Ying’s desk. She picks up the big roll of ribbon and consults the video, then gets to work.

It’s a deeply awkward process with some flaws that are immediately evident.

“OK. Babe, we need undies. Do you have any red ones?” Elsa asks.

Ying shakes her head, looking uncomfortable. Elsa must revise her evaluation of who has the worse end of this deal. It’s actually Ying. Elsa has 99 problems, but a ribbon wedgie isn’t one of them.

“We’re about the same size. Hang on. Just be cool. We’ll make it work,” Elsa assures her.

“Thank you,” Ying says.

It’s not the first time that Elsa has had to settle for merely being appreciated. She grabs her mug and waits until she’s in the hall before finishing it off and shuffling back to her room. She has to get on the floor to get the plastic tub from under her bed. At the bottom is some red lingerie with the tags still on it. It’s sort of cheeky and sheer and frilly with a diamond-shaped window in the back.

She had, in her hubris, assumed that Gurlberg’s #1 himbo would want to fuck her in this on Valentine’s Day. Or with her luck, he’d want her to peg him, which is fun, but not what she's looking for on Valentine's Day. They weren’t dating, but they’d been hooking up a lot earlier in the year, and it had seemed like a reasonable assumption at the time. The joke had been on her, and she was pretty sure that he had spent the night with some ponytail brunette on a tennis scholarship.

It will be good to be rid of this reminder of that profoundly pitiful and lonely night. The bra is too small for Ying, but the panties will work just fine. They might be a little tight on her, but Wendy won’t complain. Tight underwear beats the hell out of ribbon up there.

But first, another drink. As Elsa starts down the stairs, the doorbell rings.