Merry & Tight

As often happens, one day in October I looked up and remembered that I hadn’t written a holiday check-in in a while. I love a good relationship peek post-book and I love a good holiday story and couldn’t believe that I haven’t done either in a year or so. (I honestly don’t remember.) This time I gave my newsletter subscribers the opportunity to choose who they wanted me to write and honestly… I loved what won and maybe I’ll talk about why another day.

But right now, here’s your first holiday story. A little visit to a Christmas Tree farm with Precious, Cali, and Mike from Room for Three?

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Cali

“It’s too big.”

“That’s what she said,” Precious replied and then immediately dissolved in a fit of soft giggles.

“It’s soaking wet!”

Mike chuckled. “That’s what he said.”

Cali sighed while Mike and Precious leaned into one another, their bodies wracked with laughter. Some days, she found herself looking at them in complete wonder that she’d managed to find two people she loved so much. And some days she found herself wondering how the hell she managed to find two people she loved so much and both of them were huge nerds.

Clearly, she’d done something petty, altruistic, but definitely illegal in a former life, and the loves of her life were both her reward and her penance.

That tracked.

“Are you two done being corny or do you need a few more minutes?” she asked.

Precious had the unmitigated gall to hold up three fingers, asking for three minutes more of foolishness.

Cali would’ve been annoyed if it weren’t so considerate.

When the three minutes were over, Precious was leaning against Mike’s side, her arms around his waist and their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breaths.

Cali had seen them like this more times than she could count, and she was never above giddy appreciation for how beautiful they were together.

Even with clothes on!

“This is our first Christmas tree in our new house. We need to choose correctly,” Cali said, trying not to sound like the perfectionist they all knew her to be.

Mike bent forward to wrap one arm around Precious’s waist. He extended his other arm to Cali. She was just out of his reach, but not Precious’s. Not that any of them were keeping count anymore, but if they had been, they would have marked this as one more thing that made them better together than apart.

Cali squealed as they pulled her into their embrace.

Precious’s mouth skimmed her jaw while Mike’s tongue slipped between her lips.

“It doesn’t feel like Christmas,” Precious whispered into her ear. “It’s too warm.”

To be fair, Precious was right. From the moment their U-Haul truck arrived in New Mexico, at least a quarter of their text messages had been devoted to how different the weather was compared to New York. It had been almost six months since they relocated to the Southwest, which wasn’t nearly enough time for the awe to have worn off.

But she wasn’t talking about the weather anyway.

Precious’s hands were as adept at multitasking as Mike’s. One hand snaked between her chest and Mike’s to lightly pinch Cali’s nipple while the other pushed the hem of her dress up so she could caress her thigh.

Cali moaned into Mike’s mouth.

“It’s not going to be our last tree,” Precious whispered against the shell of Cali’s ear.

“Not by a long shot,” Mike said between their kisses.

“I know that,” Cali whined. “I’m just saying.”

Precious kissed her way down Cali’s jaw. “Saying what?”

As soon as Precious’s mouth was close enough to kiss, Cali did. Hungrily.

For the most part, the move to Santa Fe had been smooth, but of the three of them, Cali had struggled the most with the adjustment. Precious had her new job, Mike had his personal training clients, and Cali had sporadic modeling gigs that seemed to hold less and less appeal now that she had to fly to New York just to work. It wasn’t just that Cali hated traveling period, but she especially hated traveling alone; it was the time away from home. With every trip, she became more adept with scheduling her shoots and flights to minimize her time away from Santa Fe, but to make those trips worthwhile, she usually had to be away for at least a week.

Cali was starting to wonder if it was worth it. If maybe she should explore a new career, but what? That question had been plaguing her for weeks, sitting at the back of her mind like an uninvited guest. But when Precious managed to shove her hand between Cali’s legs, her seemingly inevitable career change fell by the wayside.

“So warm,” Precious moaned into Cali’s mouth as she slipped her fingers into the side of Cali’s panties.

“Oh. Fuck,” Cali groaned.

Precious’s touch was always so gentle and playful. Her fingertips brushed the hood of Cali’s clit, down her lips, and then back again. She stroked Cali lazily, as if they were at home, pressed against one another in the kitchen while they waited for their takeout to arrive. As if they hadn’t just ducked into a row of Christmas trees and could be discovered any minute. Or maybe she didn’t care. Of the three, Precious was the most likely not to give a shit what other people thought of them.

She pressed the length of one finger between Cali’s lips, the tip of her finger just touching her entrance. If given the chance, Cali would have contorted her body to give Precious all the access she needed, but with Mike holding her against him, she could hardly get the angle she wanted to kiss Precious, so she damn well couldn’t figure out how to spread her legs as wide as she wanted.

Mike smiled against the column of Cali’s neck and licked her throat.

Precious was pressing two fingers between her slit now. Her thumb had coaxed the bundle of nerve endings into peeking out from its hiding place for more attention, and now the unseasonable warmth between Cali’s legs was humid as well.

Cali and Precious’s mouths were moving together in a rhythmic dance, pressing and retreating, licking and sucking. And moaning. The more Precious stroked her and Mike used his lips and teeth on her throat, the less able she felt to control her body. To stop her hips from circling in hungry, searching rotations just begging for more — more of Precious’s touch, Mike’s mouth, his dick, Precious’s tongue. All of the above.

Always all of the above.

“Six feet is too damn big, Sharon.”

They froze at the sound of the man’s angry voice. It was close, maybe just on the other side of the tree blocking them from the main walking path just behind Mike. Their eyes went wide with fear and anticipation as they waited to be caught or for the man to speak again.

“I already told you it’s not,” said the equally-as-angry voice of someone Cali could only guess was the Sharon in question. It was even closer than the first voice.

Cali, Precious, and Mike disentangled themselves from one another as fast as they could. They turned away from the voices and walked deeper into the tree farm, straightening their clothes as they left.

**

Precious

Cali was holding one of her hands while she used the other to pull Mike along behind her. It was cliché, but between them was still her favorite place to be. Her first semester at the state college of New Mexico at Santa Fe had been… a lot. Her advisor had told her that the adjustment from doctoral student to assistant professor could be jarring and she was right. She knew she deserved to be there. Hell, when she really thought about it, she realized that, actually, she deserved more and would probably be back on the job market in a couple of years. But knowing she was overqualified for her job was one thing; behaving accordingly during her first semester on the tenure track was damn near impossible. Maybe it was the fact that her department didn’t believe in mentoring her as a new colleague, or the students who refused to call her “Doctor” even though that was her title. Or maybe it was the fact that the Associate Dean she’d brought this up to in passing tried to convince her it was because she looked so young and not, for instance, because Precious was Black.

Sometime around the third week, she’d started compiling a list of things she hated about her job; by now the list was half a mile long and growing. Still, there was so much she loved about their move, especially moments like this.

“Down here,” Cali whispered as she pulled them into another row of trees that looked like every other row of Christmas trees they’d been racing through while trying to find a little bit of privacy in a very public place.

It had been Cali’s plan to buy a real Christmas tree even though Precious thought the fake one they’d used in New York was just fine. Every time they’d put it up in their last apartment had been an event; boozy eggnog Cali made from scratch, rearranging their entire living room to make space for the big ass tree, and stripping off an article of clothing for every ornament they hung on its branches. Sex in their dark living room, the flashing Christmas lights illuminating small patches of skin that Precious would kiss. And lick. And suck. She loved that tradition, but she guessed they could do the same kind of decorating with a real tree as easily as a fake one.

In the middle of the row, Cali turned around and pulled Precious against her. They smiled as their mouths moved closer together. Precious licked her lips, and Cali mirrored the movement, but just before they were about to kiss, Cali grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around to Mike.

He was standing back, watching them, his hand resting on his dick. Precious licked her lips again as Cali pulled her back, slipped her fingers under Precious’s t-shirt, and slowly lifted it for Mike’s gaze.

With every patch of her skin Cali exposed, Precious’s heartbeat raced that much faster, and Mike’s hand started to move over the rapidly growing bulge in his pants.

“Is this what you wanted?” Cali whispered to Precious. “Do you want to get caught?”

Precious shivered from head to toe. “Maybe,” she whispered.

Cali kissed along the shell of her ear. “Definitely,” she whispered as her hands moved over Precious’s breasts. Cali’s touch wasn’t nearly as soft as Precious’s had been because she knew Precious wanted more. She pinched Precious’s nipples until they were rock hard and relentless mini orgasms started to ripple through her body.

“If we’re going to get caught,” Precious huffed, “then shouldn’t it be for something more than a few innocent kisses?”

She loved the way Cali smiled against her skin while licking at her pulse. And when Precious started pulling her short skirt over her hips, she loved the way Mike’s hand froze over his dick as if he hadn’t seen her pussy before.

“Innocent,” Mike groaned.

“I agree,” Cali whispered against the corner of Precious’s mouth. She twisted Precious’s left nipple until she gasped in delight before her hand started to move down her body. Her index finger circled her belly button. Precious wasn’t normally ticklish, but whenever Cali gave her light, teasing touches here, she couldn’t help but laugh through every needy clench of her sex. The move to New Mexico could have been rough, and if she had to leave for another job soon, she would survive. Every city their work might take them would be a breeze as long as they were together.

“Ooooh,” Precious sighed when Cali’s fingers brushed her mound and slowly circled her clit. Precious let her skirt drop and reached back to grasp Cali by the back of her head. Cali smiled against her for a moment before she started sucking at Precious’s skin. She’d leave a bruise that thankfully Precious’s skin tone would mostly hide. But it never mattered if someone else could see the marks Cali and Mike left on her; all that mattered was that she could feel them. That in the middle of a tedious but stressful day at work, she could feel the warm, reverberating ache left by his bite on her inner thigh or her fingers in the sensitive skin at her waist.

Or her bite over her pulse.

She slipped her fingers into Cali’s hair, and soon after, Cali slipped a finger into Precious’s pussy.

“Shit,” Precious sighed while she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. “This is good,” she whispered to herself. “We can get caught like this.”

Cali licked her way up the side of Precious’s face, and she turned her head. They smiled, lip to lip, and then Precious groaned against Cali’s tongue when a warm, wet mouth enveloped her left nipple.

“We can do better than good,” Mike moaned against her breast.

Their mouths crashed together around the sound of Precious’s soft moans and Cali’s bright laughter.

**

Mike

Together they were reckless.

When it had just been him and Cali, there had been a kind of seriousness to their relationship that Mike had always wanted. From the moment they met, he’d taken her so seriously, sure from the first time he laid eyes on her that she was his future.

He felt no less serious about Precious, but from the moment they met her, Precious had been nothing but lightness. When Precious was around, she softened all of his and Cali’s sharp edges. She found her way inside every shadowed part of their souls. Precious was the final part of them, and he was still in awe whenever all their pieces slotted into place.

It took a little maneuvering not to have to take his mouth off Precious’s breast and still manage to unzip his pants and get his dick out through the fly, but everything is possible through lust. It wasn’t comfortable, but he didn’t care. He just needed to get inside her now.

The head of his dick bumped the back of Cali’s hand, and when her fingers stroked his shaft, they were wet from Precious’s sex.

His mouth was full with as much of Precious’s small breast as he could suck, and he hollowed his cheeks around it.

Precious’s groan rumbled in her chest but was muffled by Cali’s tongue and mouth.

He wrapped his hands around Precious’s waist and easily lifted her in his arms.

Cali’s hold on his dick was stronger now, and she lovingly helped aim him toward Precious’s opening. None of them could see what they were doing, so they made it work by feel, his blunt head rubbing her clit, between her lips, and her opening, but at the wrong angle.

He wanted to be inside her, but he loved every accidental touch and the way her sex wet his dick and Cali’s fingers.

Finally, Precious put them out of their misery and reached between her and Mike’s hips. Her delicate fingers covered Cali’s hand on his shaft and led him to her opening.

Mike wrapped his arms around her waist, steadying her lower half at the right angle, while Cali moved her hands back to Precious’s breasts. Precious was suspended between them, her legs wrapped around his waist while her top half pressed against Cali’s chest for leverage. It was a precarious position, but they’d been here before — many times, actually — and Precious trusted them not to let her fall. He looked up to find both women staring at him with wide, hooded eyes and full lips slightly wet from their kiss.

He locked eyes with Cali and groaned. “She’s tight,” he said as he started to push inside her.

If there was anyone who loved when he slipped his dick inside Precious more than him, it was definitely Cali. The number of times she’d laid her head on Precious’s stomach so she could watch him fuck their girlfriend slow and steady, hard and fast, deeper and deeper, finger fucking herself until she left a puddle of satisfied tears on Precious’s skin and her own come on their sheets were too many to count. And the number of times she’d inched closer with loose limbs and pupils blown from her own release, sucking on Precious’s clit until Mike was ready to finish inside her mouth, were somehow even more numerous.

“Go slow,” Cali whispered brazenly, and he just as brazenly agreed.

They all knew someone could come around the corner any moment, and see something they shouldn’t — they just didn’t care.

Mike’s eyelids drooped for a second once he got inside Precious as far as his clothing would allow.

Precious moaned softly, and Cali quickly covered her mouth. Mike pulled out, reluctantly swallowing his own moan. He managed to remain quiet through an extraordinary amount of work that Cali undid in an instant as she stepped forward to push Precious’s body down his length.

Cali rolled Precious’s nipples, and her pussy contracted on Mike’s dick as they moved together. And apart. And together.

Somewhere in the distance, they heard people laughing and arguing. They paid it no mind.

Mike, Precious, and Cali fucked one another deep in a maze of Christmas trees, the scent of fresh pine filling their nostrils and a sheen of sweat covering their bodies.

They were busy making new holiday traditions fit for three.

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