Chapter Thirteen
Kids look forward to a fat man in a suit that delivers presents down our chimney but these same kids still make fun of you if your fat. Do you see the irony?
—Tensanne’s to Ronnie
Tensanne
Christmas Day
I SLEEP AS late as my body will let me. This is the first Christmas I will spend by myself. I tried contacting my dad again to see if he was still going to work all day today, but he never responded back to me. I plan to spend my day watching the A Christmas Story marathon and eating myself stupid. I have worked very hard to lose weight but this day requires mass quantities of comfort food.
At noon, I drag myself out of bed. Using what little money I had, I stocked up on all things Hostess: Twinkies, ding dongs, ho-ho’s—plus a few bags of chips, hot chocolate k-cups, and popcorn.
Don’t judge me. The holidays always require gaining ten pounds.
After a shower, I put on Kohl’s t-shirt. It’s only me in the room so I run around in his shirt and my panties. At least I feel close to him wearing the shirt he gave me.
I set my laptop on my bed and load up my Direct TV account, going to the channel showing the movie all day. I go to the kitchenette and pop some hot chocolate in the Keurig and start digging through our cabinet for snacks. While I’m digging, I find Ronnie’s bottle of peppermint Schnapps. I’m not much of a drinker, I have had a few glasses of wine here in the room with Ronnie but I’m feeling lonely and some peppermint hot chocolate is sounding good right now.
When my cocoa is finished brewing, I add my daily two drops of the potion and a splash of Schnapps, grabbing some Twinkies I settle in on my bed and watch Ralphie shoot his eye out.
At five, my movie is interrupted by a video call from Ronnie.
“Merry Christmas, Ten,” she cheers, her smile lighting up my screen.
After four cups of peppermint-laced hot chocolate, my body is feeling tingles and warmth.
Her face is a little fuzzy on my screen.
“Merry Christmas, did you get anything good?” I slur.
“Why are you slurring your words, are you ok?” she asks moving closer to the screen.
“Yesh, I’m fiiiine, just having some Schnapps. Oh, that’s a fun word to say . . . Scccchhhhnaaaps,” I draw out.
“Are you drunk, Tensanne?”
“Yesh, I believe I am,” I lisp, slobbering down my chin.
“Do you want me to come back and sit with you?” she asks, concern filling her eyes.
“Nope,” I say popping the ‘p’, “I’m perfectly happy here wisch my good friend Schnaaaapps and Ralphie,” I say giving her what I think is a happy smile but my face is numb so I’m not sure.
“Promise me you will stay in the room. You’re underage and I don’t want to have to bail you out on Christmas,” she jokes but I know she’s serious.
“I promish, Imma not going anywhere,” I say giving her the okay sign with my fingers.
Oh look, fingers, I think, waving my hand slowly in front of my eyes, they’re so many of them.
“Tensanne,” she shouts, “Stop analyzing your fingers. Woo hoo, Ten? I’m here, on the screen,” she giggles, shaking her head.
Moving my head slowly back to the screen, she continues when she sees she has my attention.
“My dad got you a great gift,” she says excitedly, “And wait till you see what he got me,” she shrieks. “I will give it to you on New Years. Take care of yourself, Ten. Call me if you need anything and stay in the room,” she demands, emphasizing the last part shaking her finger at me.
“Otay,” I say making the ‘ok’ symbol with my fingers. Oh, fingers again.
“Merry Christmas, Ronnie.”
“Love you, Ten.”
“Loves yous too, Ron’s,” I babble disconnecting the call and clicking back to my movie.
By seven o’clock my hot chocolate is more alcohol than chocolate. In between movie showings, I go to make myself another drink. Dancing my way to the bottle, I frown when I notice that it’s almost empty.
“All I want for Christmas is some peppermint Schnapps.
Some peppermint Schnapps.
Some peppermint Schnapps, oh and Kohl.
All I want for Christmas is more Schnapps cause Schnapps is the funniest word to say.”
I sing, swaying my hips seductively.
Turning back to the bed, I jump when I see Kohl leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest, pushing his arm muscles out. One side of his mouth raised in a smirk.
Faded jeans rest low on his hips and a red t-shirt stretched tightly across his expansive chest with a sliver of tanned skin showing where it has ridden up from his crossed arms, I see a hint of his dark treasure trail leading into his jeans.
“Oh, holy peppermint hallucination of yummy,” I giggle. Setting my cup down, bouncing excitedly on my toes. Finally, my brain has created something useful and he seems so life like, I think with a little clap.
Schnapps is not only fun to say it provides great hallucinations.
“Why is your door unlocked, Ten?” he broods, his eyes raking over my body, my skin heating with every inch he scans.
“Merry Christmas to me,” I sing, dizzily “I get a Kohl mirage to fulfill my Christmas fantasy.”
Walking to him, sashaying my hips boldly, I trip falling into him. My hands crash into his solid pecks, the heat of his skin searing me through his shirt. Wow, he even feels real too, I think.
“You’re here alone? Are you drunk? Why is your door not locked?” he questions, bending to look me in the eye.
“No, no dreamy Kohl,” I argue shaking my head, slowly, back and forth. “That’s not what you’re supposed to say,” I state, pointing him in the chest.
“What am I supposed to say?” he chortles his body quaking with suppressed laughter.
“You’re supposed to say how much you want me and you’re supposed to be wrapped in a red bow and naked, and you’re making my Christmas wish come true,” I slur, sticking out my lower lip in a pout.
“You wish for me to be naked with a red bow?” he purrs, all humor leaving his voice, his eyes darkening.
Pushing up on my tip toes my lips whispering over his, displaying confidence only copious amounts of alcohol and an imaginary man can provide, “You’re every fantasy I have and the only gift I could ever want,” I whisper, flicking my tongue out to lick his succulent cupids bow, before crushing my lips to his.
All my inhibitions are gone. This is not a real Kohl, it’s a drunken fun ride and I will enjoy every second.
His arms drop from being crossed when I collide with him, his hands sliding around my hips to grip my ass, pulling me into his hard body drawing a moan from my lips. Those large hands that can palm a basketball can also cover the span of my cheeks.
If drinking brings these kinds of illusions, I need to do it more often.
His tongue runs the seam of my lips demanding access, his hands pull my ass, rubbing me into his hardening erection. Cinnamon explodes on my taste buds, taking over the peppermint from the alcohol, his tongue tangling with mine. My knees melt from under me, the only thing keeping me upright is his hands holding me. Lights explode behind my eyes. The blood soaring in my veins, singing his praise. His dick rubbing my panty clad clit with each grinding motion. Pretend Kohl is very responsive and very large.
I thank my imagination for being so generous with his dick size.
Grabbing his arms, without losing the connection to his lips, I swing us around to land on Ronnie’s bed. Taking advantage of everything the Schnapps has offered me; I move quickly, in fear he may disappear. Gasping as his weight hits me and his jean clad erection slams between my legs.
“Oh, God, yes. This is so amazing,” I breathe. Fighting nausea our fall created in my stomach. Closing my eyes to keep the room from spinning.
Pulling up off me, his breathing labored, he pushes my hair off my face, “Stop, we have to stop. I don’t want you like this, not when you don’t think it’s me.”
“Shh, imaginary Kohl. No talking. Don’t stop rubbing. Don’t stop kissing. Keep that grinding thing you’re doing. This is my fantasy and you’re not being a good erotic mirage,” I yawn, my eyes heavy and hard to keep open. I don’t want to sleep. I want to stay in this moment. I want to stay with my fake Kohl.
As my eyes closed, he whispers, “Merry Christmas. Sleep, my Tennie Girl. Sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake.” Smiling, I snuggle into his warm chest and the world goes dark.
* * *
Kohl
I couldn’t leave her alone on Christmas Day. I spent time with my family, opening presents and having dinner but my thoughts were consumed with the wonderful girl still on campus. Once everything is cleaned up, I explain to my parents how I have a good friend who is still on campus with no family to spend the holiday with and I would really like to return so she’s not alone.
My mom pats my back with a large knowing smile, “This friend is a girl?”
“Yes, but we’re only good friends. She’s smart and funny but she doesn’t have anyone and though I love being here with you, I need to see her.”
My dad asks, eyes twinkling like he knows my secret, “Why didn’t you invite her home with you, son? You know we would have loved to meet a new friend.” He knows me too well; he knows I could never be only friends with a girl.
“She’s too stubborn and didn’t want to burden anyone. Please, I have to see her,” I plead.
With a hug, my mom says, “You’re such a good boy. Go. Take my car and go see your friend.”
They don’t have to tell me twice. I grab her keys and bolt to the door, it’s a two-hour drive back to campus and I want to get back before Ten goes to bed.
Back on campus, I rush to my room first, grabbing her present before I go to her dorm. I want to surprise her. I’m glad her door is unlocked but angry she left it open when she is the only person left in the dorm. When I enter her room, she is singing some sort of Christmas song but has changed the words, some of her words are slurred and the room reeks of peppermint.
If I were a lesser man I would have taken advantage of the situation. Her inhibitions are down; she so tanked she won’t remember what happened but I care for her too much to take her this way. But that doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying watching her juicy ass shake in those little white panties.
One taste won’t hurt, I think when she flicks my top lip with the tip of her tongue. That’s it. I’m done. I’m going in and I don’t care if I ever come back out.
Peppermint and chocolate explode in my mouth, my tongue tangling with hers. My hands glide over the supple curve of her hips, gripping her ass, I groan when she grinds against my dick.
Her warmth spreads along every inch of my skin. Time stops my blood pounds in my ears and courses with violence through my veins, ending at my dick. She’s the beginning and the end—of what, I’m unsure; I have this feeling it will never be like this with anyone else.
I stay awake for hours after she drifts off, watching her sleep. Her face so youthful and full of peace. A smile crests her lips occasionally. Is she dreaming of me? The woman that I held in my arms tonight was so secure and forward. She knew what she wanted, had no fear of taking it. Her insecurities were gone, her guards down, she was open and brave, she was amazing. I wish she could be that way without the influence of alcohol. I wish she could see herself the way I see her.
Holding her tight to my side, still tasting her on my lips, I drift off hoping this is a turning point for us. Maybe she’s ready for what I feel, maybe she’s ready for more.