V CARD FOR CHRISTMAS

  A FILTHY DIRTY CHRISTMAS

  HOPE FORD

  CONTENTS

  1. Lincoln

  2. Avery

  3. Lincoln

  4. Avery

  5. Lincoln

  6. Avery

  7. Lincoln

  8. Avery

  9. Lincoln

  Epilogue

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  V Card For Christmas © 2021 by Hope Ford

  Editor: Kasi Alexander

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  1

  LINCOLN

  I twist the cap on my beer and take a big swig. It’s been one of those days. You know, where nothing seems to go right. I walk across the living room and fall onto the couch, ready to watch some SportsCenter or the History Channel or anything that will get my mind off today.

  Before I can even push the button on the remote, my doorbell rings. For a split second, I debate not answering it. Bull, my pitbull, just looks up at me, tilting his head to the side. He’s not concerned in the least about who might be at our door. No, he’s probably wondering where his dinner is. I pet him between the ears. “Sorry, Bull. I’ll get rid of whoever’s at the door and then I’ll get you some food.”

  He barks then, and I resist rolling my eyes. Some guard dog. He doesn’t bark at someone at the front door, but he sure does at the idea of food. I step over him and walk to the front door, not even trying to hide my frustration when I sling open the door.

  “Uh, hi. I’m your new neighbor.” She giggles and shrugs her shoulders. “I just moved into the apartment above Mr. and Mrs. Jamison’s garage.”

  She’s staring at me, smiling, holding a pink box in her hands. Fuck, I’m pretty sure I’ve had dreams that started like this. She’s curvy, and she may have on a sweater over her dress, but it does nothing to hide the deep V of her cleavage. The woman is tongue-wagging delicious. My heart is racing in my chest. “When?” I ask her.

  She squints up at me, and I try to soften my voice and unflex my arms. I’m ready to pounce. She’s smaller than me, and the once easy soft smile is now guarded. If she tries to run, I don’t think I can just let her go. I clear my throat. “I mean, when did you move in?” What I want to say is how long have you been next door and me not know about it? How much time have I wasted? There’s no way she’s lived in Whiskey Run long; I would have known before now.

  Her smile returns, and her big green eyes widen. “Two weeks.”

  It’s like a punch in the gut. Two weeks this goddess has been next door and I hadn’t noticed? I definitely work too fuckin’ much.

  I hold out my hand. “I’m Lincoln.”

  She juggles the box before putting in one arm and holding it against her side. When she holds her other hand out to me, I grab on to it. Her skin is so soft, I can’t resist stroking my finger along the inside of her wrist. “I’m Avery,” she says with a catch in her breath.

  That sound. It makes me wonder what sound she’d make while I was driving into her, hands on her hips, guiding her up and down my cock. I pull my hand back and stuff them both in the front pockets of my dress pants, stretching out the soft material. If I didn’t, she’d know exactly what I was thinking in five seconds flat. “It’s nice to meet you, Avery.”

  She blushes, and I watch as she trembles. The snow is falling behind her, and I step aside. “Come in. It’s too cold to be out here.”

  She hesitates for just a minute until she walks in, and I follow behind her. I slam into the back of her when she stops suddenly. The force of my body against hers has her grabbing the pink box before it hits the floor and me grabbing her before she does.

  My arms are around her waist and my hands flattened to her stomach as I pull her up flush against the front of my body. The erection I was trying to hide from her only moments ago has completely come to life now as she giggles again. I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell because I hold her to me firmly, committing to memory the feel of her against me before I set her on her two feet and force myself to put distance between us. I look over her shoulder and spot what has her stopping. “Bull, move so we can come in.”

  Bull opens his mouth wide in a big yawn and stares up at us without moving. I step around Avery, but before I can get to Bull, Avery’s dropping to her knees, setting the box on the ground next to her. “You surprised me, didn’t you, buddy? Well, I didn’t forget you.” She pulls a bone-shaped cookie from the pocket of her dress and holds it up to me. “It’s an all-natural doggie treat. Can Bull have it?”

  I nod, not wanting to disappoint her. My dog is not going to eat anything all natural. He’s pretty picky when it comes to his food. I watch as she holds the treat out to Bull. He sniffs it and jerks it from Avery’s hand, devouring it in one bite. He chews it up, and before I can stop him, he’s bounding on top of Avery, licking her cheek and knocking her backwards onto the floor.

  “Bull, no!” I say, reaching for the dog.

  Avery’s laughing, rolling on the floor as Bull stands over her, licking her face, and the more Avery squirms, the more Bull thinks it’s a game. I’m about to grab my dog when I notice in all of the twisting and turning, Avery’s dress has ridden up her thighs and I have a perfect view of her pink panties fitted to her cunt. Fuck me, this has to be a test.

  I avert my eyes and grab the dog, walking with him into the kitchen. I need a breather and to put a little space between me and the new neighbor. “I’m going to give him his food. I’ll be right back.”

  I set the dog down in the kitchen and fill his bowl up with food. Instead of devouring it like normal, he sticks his nose up in the air and turns to walk back toward the other room. “Oh no you don’t, Bull. You’re staying in here.” I set him down at his bowl again. “Now, stay. I’ll be back.”

  I adjust myself, take a few calming breaths and then walk back out to where I left Avery. She’s standing now, her pretty pink panties hidden, and she’s holding her little pink box, innocently smiling at me with her big, green eyes. As if she didn’t just sucker punch me in the gut. “Sorry about that. He loved the treat you gave him.”

  “Oh good. And these are for you,” she says, holding out the box to me.

  I take it and open it up. The smell of sugar and sweetness hits my nose in an instant, and I reach into the box. There’s an assortment of cupcakes, all perfectly decorated. I pick up the snowman and take a bite. The sweet taste melts on my tongue, and before I realize it I’ve inhaled the whole cupcake. “Uh, wow, that is good. Did you make it?”

  Her face brightens at the compliment, and I pick up a Santa cupcake and eat a bite of it, determined to take it slower this time. “Wow, these are really good. Do you want to have a seat? I don’t know where my manners are. Obviously, Bull and I don’t get a lot of guests over.”

  “I’ll have to bring my Muff over.”

  My eyes widen, and I start to choke on the piece of cupcake that I couldn’t resist. “Your muff?” I ask, between coughs.

  She nods innocently. My mind is in the complete gutter, and she tilts her head. “Yeah, my kitty’s name is Muff. Bull will love her.”

  I don’t want to disappoint her because Bull doesn’t get along well with other dogs, and he’s definitely not going to play nice with a cat. I’m working it out in my head, trying to figure out how to get her back over here. I may have to threaten the dog, but if getting her to bring Muff over here is going to be my excuse, I’ll make it happen.

  “Uh, are you okay? Do you need water or something?”

  I need something all right. Her... on my lap and her lips on mine. I’m shaking my head, though. “No, I’m fine. Thank you for these. I’ll probably eat them all tonight.”

  She rocks back and forth on her feet. “That’s all right. I bake all the time. I’m happy to share.”

  My smile freezes on my face. Share. I definitely won’t be sharing her. As a matter of fact, I’ll probably pluck the eyes out of any asshole that looks at her.

  She’s moving, and I must have gotten lost in thought because she’s walking to the door. “Where are you going?” I ask her.

  She looks at me over her shoulder with a laugh on her lips. “Home. I know you just got home from work, and you have to be tired. I just wanted to say hi and bring you and your doggie some treats.”

  I set the box down on the entry table. “I’ll walk you home.”

  She steps onto the porch and pulls her sweater closer around her. “You don’t have to.”

  With my hand on her back, I guide her down the steps and across the driveway. “I want to.” And right then, I knew that I’m going to be seeing a lot more of Avery.

  2

  AVERY

  I walk into my apartment, and the first thing I do is pull off my sweater. It’s forty degrees outside, but I’m burning up. Have mercy. I’ve watched Lincoln come and go since I moved in two weeks ago, but far away Lincoln is nothing compared to up close Lincoln.

  It took me that long to work up the nerve to go and say hi to him. Finally, I convinced myself that I really should introduce myself to the neighbors. And that’s how I ended up making six dozen Christmas cupcakes and a whole batch of doggie treats... all so I could meet Lincoln.

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  Muff jumps from her perch in the window and threads her furry body along my ankles. I pick her up. “Look, Muff, I know you don’t have a lot of experience with dogs, but I checked Bull out, and you’re just going to have to be nice to him.”

  She meows, and I rub my chin along the soft fur between her ears. “I know he’s big, but he’s a sweetie.”

  She purrs in my arms, and I walk with her through the apartment to the bedroom. Settling down on the bed, she curls into a ball, and I go to the bathroom to strip off my clothes and take a shower. I have more cupcakes to deliver tomorrow with it being Christmas Eve and all.

  I shower quickly, and the whole time my thoughts remain on Lincoln. I wrap my body in a towel and walk back into my bedroom, drying off on the way and tossing the towel into the hamper. I’m about to grab a nightshirt from the dresser when I spot myself in the full-length mirror and stop.

  I hate seeing myself like this. I stare at myself in the mirror, taking in the curves and all the imperfections. My hands go to my hips, and I can pinch more than an inch there. I stroke along my belly, looking at the soft lines I have there from the yo-yo dieting I did when I was younger. And then my hands come up to my breasts. I cup each of them, feeling the weight in my hands. Men supposably like large breasts, but I’m sure mine should be perkier than they are. I turn to the side, looking at the roundness of my waist.

  There’s no way Lincoln would be into me. I’m not sure what I was thinking, taking cupcakes over to him. What did I think? He was going to take one look at me, eat one of my cupcakes and be smitten? Right!

  I sigh and finally my eyes find my face in the mirror. I’m about to look away when a sudden movement in it has me spinning around.

  I look out the window, across the lawn to Lincoln’s house next door. He’s standing in the window across from me, drapes open wide. The whole two weeks I’ve been here, those curtains have never been opened, and then tonight, of all nights, he’s standing there watching me. I gasp, frozen.

  I should scream. I should cover myself, turn off the light, or do something, but I can’t. I’m frozen to the spot... and that’s when I see it.

  He’s stroking himself. His cock is long and hard. His pants are around his thighs as he grips himself and is moving his hand from the root of his manhood all the way to the tip and then back again.

  I’m watching him while he’s watching me. I can feel my whole body heat and between my thighs get slick. This shouldn’t be turning me on, right? I shouldn’t be enjoying this.

  His face scrunches, and in one quick movement, he lets go, pulls his shirt off, drops it to the floor, and then goes back to jerking himself.

  His lean chest and firm abs are all flexed and hard looking.

  I’m still standing here, completely naked, my hands down at my sides. I should close the blinds... but I don’t.

  His movements quicken, and his hips start to move. I can’t look away. I just can’t.

  His hips are bucking, his forearms flexing with every movement, and his jaw is pulled tight in concentration. But the whole time, his eyes are on mine. Even from here, I can feel the hot path of his gaze on my body. The insecurity and feelings from before are long gone because there’s no doubt right now that Lincoln is attracted to me. He’s hard, and he’s jacking himself off to watching me.

  I wait for him to finish, ready to see the cum spurt from his tip. In anticipation, I slide my hands up my hips, across my stomach and then knead my breasts. I roll the hard tips of my nipples between my fingers. It feels so good. I moan and almost close my eyes in ecstasy before I pop them open, not wanting to miss his grand finale.

  He’s eating it up. He’s moved closer to the window, not caring who’s watching at this point. Anyone walking on the lower sidewalk could probably see him, but he’s not thinking about that because right now, all he’s thinking about is me.

  He puts one hand on the glass as he strokes himself with the other. He’s close. Damn, he’s so close. His hips jerk uncontrollably, and before I know it, there’s streams of cum shooting from him, falling to the floor. The orgasm hits him hard, and his eyes clench closed. I watch as his dick twitches in his hand, wishing I was across the lawn in his bedroom with him.

  Before he opens his eyes, I have the lights turned off and the curtains drawn. My cheeks, hell my whole body is flushed, thinking about what I just let him do. Every part of me is tingling, and there’s a low tug in my belly. My breath is coming in pants, and I’m looking around the dark room in a panic. I don’t grab a nightshirt or panties.

  I climb into the bed, moving Muff to the side before I slide under the covers. I lie there, still not believing that what just happened really happened. My hand trails down my belly and between my thighs. I’m soaked, and my clit is swollen. I’m aroused just watching Lincoln get off. I can just imagine how good it would feel with his hands on me, pleasing me. I may have never done that before, but I know with Lincoln, it would be good. I lie as still as I possibly can in the bed. I don’t know what I’m waiting for, but a part of me is hoping that Lincoln is going to be knocking on my door soon.

  3

  LINCOLN

  After I cleaned up last night, I found myself standing in the driveway, debating with myself what to do. I wanted to go see her. I wanted to finish what I started, but a part of me was waiting for her to scream or for the sirens of the police to come and cart me off.

  So instead, I went back into the house and thought of her all night long. Before the sun even came up, I was out of bed, pacing back and forth in the bedroom, watching for any movement next door.

  Around midmorning, I’m on my porch talking on the phone to one of my buddies, and my eyes keep darting to the stairs of the garage next door. “Did you talk Emery into going with you tonight?”

  “No,” I answer just as Avery opens her door. She’s carrying a bag of trash down the steps, and I meet her at the bottom. She’s watching me, and I don’t know if it’s the cold air or if she’s embarrassed is why her face is red.

  Barry keeps talking, and I hold my free hand out to Avery. “Here, I’ll take it.”

  She shakes her head. “I can get it.”

  Not as long as I’m here you won’t. I don’t move, and she can’t get around me. “Here,” I say again.

  She huffs and hands the bag over. “Look, Barry, I’ve got to go. I’ll figure out tonight one way or another. Merry Christmas, man.”

  I listen to Barry say goodbye before I pocket the phone and walk the trash to the can around the side of the house. I look back, and Avery’s following me. “You okay?” she asks.

  I shrug. I’m not okay, really. But I’m better now that she’s where I can see her. I put the trash in the can and turn back to her. “I’m okay.”

  She crosses her arms over her chest. “You seem upset.”

  “You really wanna know?”

  She nods.

  “Okay, well, I have to go to a client’s house for dinner tonight.”

  “You have to work on Christmas Eve?”

  I shrug. I’ve never minded working on Christmas Eve, but I do tonight. I can think of something else I’d much prefer doing right now. “I’m a real estate developer, and he’s a big client, and when he found out I didn’t have plans for tonight, he invited me for his family dinner party.”

  She smiles, and I swear it about takes my breath away. “Well, that’s nice of him.”

  I nod. “Yeah, well, he’s a great guy. But his wife, well, she’s a little handsy, if you know what I mean. Let’s just say I let her think I was married to ward her off.”

  Avery’s stance shifts, and she averts her eyes. “Did it work?”

  I put my hand on her back and guide her toward my porch. “No, not like I’d hoped. I think now it’s like a challenge for her.”

  “Just tell her no.” Her voice is heated, and she’s shaking her head in disgust.

 

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