Free Advent Calendar (An Erotic / Erotica Paranormal Tale) by Selena Kitt Page B

rubbing the moist and slightly sticky skin with my
thumb. God, she’s intoxicating.
    "Everything isn't about sex, you know?" I
tried to sound serious, although my fingers betrayed me and slid
through her slit as my cock began to throb against my thigh.
    She laughed—god, I loved her laugh—it
tinkled, like ice crystals forming in midair. Rolling off the bed,
she grabbed for the remote and started to flip channels. "Do you
have CNN? I have to see if they're broadcasting any other signs of
the apocalypse."
    "Ha." I said. "Ha." She grinned up at me,
sprawled naked on my floor, her hair like dark chocolate streams
covering the generous swell of her breasts. "Well, if you're not
gonna tell me what it's all about, I'm not opening any more of
those stupid doors." I grabbed a new pair of briefs out of my top
drawer, shoving the advent calendar aside to do it. It toppled
toward the wall and balanced there, its first five black doors
hanging askew showing five decidedly blank white spaces.
    Every morning I felt like a fool, opening a
new door in the hopes that this time, something would appear. I had
noticed a different odor each day—first the oranges and cloves,
then cinnamon, then something I couldn't identify at all, then
something that smelled faintly like pumpkin pie. I joked with her
on the phone that she had invented the world's first "Scratch 'N
Sniff" advent calendar. She just laughed. There was a different
smell today, like those red and white pinwheel peppermint candies
my grandmother used to keep in her pocket to keep us quiet in
church, but it didn't linger long. I was getting really tired of
whatever game Betsy was playing.
    "Nice ass," she commented softly. I didn't
reply, tugging my jeans on. God, she pissed me off sometimes.
    "Is that all I am to you?"
I tossed her jeans off my bed and into her lap. Her eyes were
bright, dancing, as she looked up at me, incredulous. I stopped, my
jaw as slack as hers. "What the fuck?" I said softly, out loud,
rubbing my chin thoughtfully. What the
hell am I saying? What the hell do I care?
    "I'm gonna go home." She started to get
dressed. I couldn't see her face as she bent to slide her panties
on. I felt bad all of a sudden and then I was pissed that I felt
bad. This wasn't good at all. I watched her slide her jeans on, her
back to me, her panties caught slightly in the crack of her ass. My
cock jerked reactively, just seeing her bent over and sliding denim
up her shapely thighs. I sat on my bed, uncertain.
    "You don't have to keep opening them if you
don't want to." She kissed my cheek and smiled softly before
opening my bedroom door. She must have been chewing gum because she
smelled like peppermint.
    "There's no point!" I
called after her. "It's not funny!" I heard her laugh and gritted
my teeth. This wasn't gonna fly. I was done. I don't care how much she gets my dick hard, no girl is worth
this kind of hassle and game-playing.
     
     

CHAPTER THREE: Day 8
    My head came up fast, and
I woke up to find Jay Leno and his butt-chin wagging on the screen.
I looked at him, dazed, as if to ask, "Did
you see that, man?" Betsy had been going
down on me right under the table at a McDonalds, in an impossible
dream-squat, topless in a short leather skirt pushed up to her
waist, her legs spread wide and her ass so low her pussy was almost
kissing the greasy, dirty floor. I knew it was greasy because when
my Nikes dug in for purchase they simply slid out from under me
like they were on rails. She was mewling, sucking me like a baby,
and I'd looked across the room to see a little kid with ketchup in
his hair sitting in a high chair, banging fries on his tray and
laughing. It was surreal. I didn't know if I was aroused or
disturbed, but apparently my dick had made up his mind and was
throbbing against the mattress.
    "Dude, you gotta quit!" I tried to reason
with him, putting my head back down on the pillow. It was wet from
my drool, and I flipped it over.
    Call her. Feh! Call her, yeah,