Xmas 2022 - 6 of 12

Christmas at your house. Vanilla. Cinnamon. Mint, chocolate, and marshmallows. Those are the smells that you grew up with. Now there’s something else: delicate, French perfume.

Julieta is, without question, the best-dressed person you have ever met. This must be the French girl style that dominates your phone’s fashion recommendations all the time, which you’ve never totally understood. For meeting your family on Christmas Eve, she wears a bold, red, pleated skirt and a fuzzy turtleneck sweater with big cuffs. You’ve been together since summer, but you aren’t sure you’ve ever seen her wear the same outfit twice.

But it’s not her clothes that have your attention.

You gaze at her, smiling as she chatters at you rapidly in French. She finishes, gazing up at you adoringly as she cups her mug of cocoa in both hands. Steam wafts from the marshmallows in it.

“OK,” you say stupidly.

She glides away into the living room. You clear your throat and look up to see your mom and Kayla staring at you. They’ve been like this since you arrived with Julieta. Kayla is the first to give in.

“OK,” she says, making a face. “How does this work? When you obviously can’t understand anything that she says?”

“It works,” you reply defensively.

It does! You know that you and Julieta are the cutest couple when you’re on the couch, and Julieta gives no one a reason not to like her. She’s tiny but helpful. Her energy is pure positivity. Your mom approves of her… as much as she is likely to approve of any girl, but she doesn’t know how to play it with the language barrier.

Luckily, your mom and Kayla get a break.

“OK,” your mom calls out, appearing from the hallway with big shopping bags in her hands. “We’re going to go make the rounds. Don’t let those cookies burn, Riley.”

“We got it, Mom,” you reply, giving her a thumbs up.

Kayla reluctantly picks up her share of the gifts and goes with your mom. They have to go drop off gifts and cookies to all your mom’s friends. Normally, you would have to help, but you have to stay and babysit the cookies. And Julieta stays with you.

The door clicks shut and you watch your mom and Kayla head down to the car. As soon as they’re gone, you turn on Julieta. The fire crackles in the fireplace.

She looks up at you expectantly. You give her a stern look. She looks uncertain.

“They’re gone,” you say. She understands and her eyes light up. The lightest touch from your finger lifts her chin. She’s all but quivering with excitement as you kiss her soft, chocolatey lips. You’ve been a bit chaste and distant on purpose for this trip, just to spin her up this way. From the way she kisses you back, it worked.

You run your hands down her slim back to her hips, hiking up her skirt to squeeze her bottom hard enough to make her squirm in delight.

She breaks the kiss and indicates with her eyes, but you are not going upstairs.

“Right here,” you order, pointing at the rug in front of the fireplace. “Now.”

The fuel that drives Julieta’s kink engine is that she’s a good girl at heart. Real risk and naughtiness all but overheat her. Face burning, she reaches under her skirt and slides her panties down.