Secret Santa 4U (2 page)

Great.
Now she
’
d pissed him off.
And all because of a stupid word choice.
“
Oh, Brody.
I didn
’
t mean that i
n a bad way.
I just meant you
’
re not like the typical guys out there.
You
’
re sweet.
You
’
re special.
You
’
re going to make someone a great boyfriend or husband one day.
”

“
You do realize this little speech isn
’
t helping one bit, right?
”

Sophie rolled her eyes.
“
I am so sorry.
I can be a real nitwit when it comes to people
’
s feelings.
What can I do to make it up to you?
You want me to make you dinner?
”

“
Nah,
”
he said, shaking his head as he walked toward the door.
“
I think I
’
ll just head out now.
Maybe ca
tch a
movie.
I
’
ll see ya later
.
”

“
Please don
’
t be mad at me, Brody.
I couldn
’
t stand that.
”

Stepping across the threshold, h
e turned and smiled at her.
“
I
’
m not mad.
I
’
ll try and stop by tomorrow if I get a chance.
Maybe we can have lunch or something.
”

She retu
rned his smile.
“
Okay.
”

As soon as the door shut behind him, Sophie let her head drop forward.
What had she done?
Why did she always say the wrong thing to men?
Young or old, she always screwed it up.

Wandering over to the forgotten computer, she sat down
and logged into the dating site.
Since it gave her three free usernames, she opted to branch off her Libra
r
yLass moniker and try something more daring.
What could it hurt?

Two minutes late
r HotLibrarian entered the
chat room named
“
30-something
.
”

“
I
’
ll giv
e it an hour,
”
she mumbled
and answered
the obligatory room hellos.

Soon, a
newcomer entered the room.
In the holiday spirit, he
’
d chosen the nickname,

SecretSanta4U.
Sophie had to smile as she sent him a greeting.

HotLibrarian:
Cute name, SecretSanta4U.

S
ecretSanta4U
: T
hanks
.
I gotta ask
—
how hot
are you
, HotLibrarian
?

Sophie shook her head.
Why did all the online chats have to go like this?
Brody
’
s words about her being too conservative came back to her.
She should take a chance.
She was safe in her own ho
me, after all.
It
’
s not like she was in some bar meeting a stranger.
Here, she could just log out if things got out of hand.
Right?

HotLibrarian
:
Too
hot
for you to
handle, Santa.

She hit the
E
nter key and sat back
,
feeling more than a little naughty.
It f
elt good to flirt like this.
No holds barred.
She
’
d never in a hundred years have the courage to do this sort of thing face to face.

SecretSanta4U
:
You
’
d be
surprised how much I can handle, babe.
;)

Suddenly, a private message popped up on Sophie
’
s screen.

SecretSanta4U
:
Wan
na
go private
?
I
gotta
see
how hot
you
really
are
.

Before she even had a chance to reply, an invitation box beeped in the middle of her screen:
SecretSanta4U has invited you to join the room Santa
’
s Workshop.
Would you like to accept?

Re
ining in her practical side, she clicked the YES button.

SecretSanta4U
:
Have
you
been a good girl or a bad girl this year?

HotLibrarian
:
What do you think, Santa?
Don
’
t
you
have a list?

SecretSanta4U
:
You
’
re definitely on the
naughty
list
.

HotLibrarian:
Oh
goodness, what
’
s a bad girl to do?

This was fun.
She was really getting into it now.

SecretSanta4U
:
It
’
s hot in here.
Maybe you should
take off
your
blouse
?

HotLibrarian:
Ooh, y
ou
’
re
smooth, Santa-baby.

Sophie stared at the computer for a full 15 seconds.
What was she supposed to do now?
She
’
d never in her life done something so
risqué
.
Ah hell, just take a chance, Soph!
s
he could almost hear Brody say.
Maybe a little wine would help loosen her
up. She headed to the kitchen.

She brought
a
bottle of Chardon
nay to the desk and took
a
sip from her glass before settling back into her chair.
SecretSanta4U hadn
’
t said anything since she left.
He was obviously leaving it up to her to make the next move.
She took the plunge.

HotLibrarian
:
I
’
m unbuttoning my blouse
now.
Oh yeah.
That feels much better.
The cool air washing across my skin. Mmm.

SecretSanta4U
:
What are you
wearing
be
neath your blouse?

Sophie took another pull of her wine and actually undid her buttons.
Might as well get into this.

HotLibrarian:
I
’
m wea
ring a black,
lac
y
bra
,
and in
case
you
’
re
wondering, it
’
s a size 36-C.
The
tops of my
light pink
nipples are barely visible through the delicat
e
lace.

There was a long silence on the other end.
Sophie drained the rest of her glass and poured another.
Fina
lly, SecretSanta4U began typing again.

SecretSanta4U
:
God that s
ounds hot.
Take it off?

HotLibrarian:
If you
want
…

SecretSanta4U:
Slowly…
and tell me what you
’
re doing.

Describing each movement as she went, she began by u
nhooking her bra
and letting
it fal
l to the ground beside her ch
air.
Her breasts free, the brisk
air played across her
nipples
,
and they
instantly
grew hard.
Sophie took another sip of wine.
She felt so
liberated.
Brazenly, she dipped her finger into her win
e and circled each aureole
.

HotLi
brarian:
I have a glass of wine here
,
and I just rubbed some on my perky
nipples.
Would you like to
taste me?

Another long pause.

SecretSanta4U:
Damn..
.

HotLibrarian:
What would you like, Santa?
Would you
like
to lick my nipples?
Mmm
.
They
’
re so sensitive
when I get excited.
I can imagine
your
tongue on me, licking
me.
Your lips, s
ucking me.
Ooh
,
and your teeth, nipping at me…

SecretSanta4U:
Oh, baby,
I would do more than suck
those sweet
tits.

HotLibrarian:
Like what?
What would you
do
to
me?

SecretSanta4U
:
Tell me what else you
’
re
wearing
.

Taking another long sip of wine, Sophie removed her boots and socks.

HotLibrarian:
Tight
faded
jeans.
They hug every curve of my hips and ass.

SecretSanta4U:
Take them off.

HotLibrarian
:
Oh,
I like a man who knows what h
e wants and goes for it.

SecretSanta4U:
I wish I was there
to
take them off
for you
.
Describe it for me?

Sophie drained the wine glass and smiled at the monitor.
She was relaxed and in charge of th
is little game.
And it felt
good.
It had been a long time s
ince she
’
d been in a situation with a man and felt this open.
She could get used to this.
This might well be her secret vice if she wasn
’
t careful.

HotLibrarian:
I
’
m unsnapping my jeans and dragging down the zipper.
I
’
m pulling them slowly past my hips, no
w my knees, my ankles.
I
’
m kicking them off.
Oh, the air is
blowing across my exposed skin
that
was so warm inside those jeans, and now the cold is
giving me chill bumps
.
I gotta admit, i
t
’
s turning me on.

SecretSanta4U:
Oh really?
And w
hat are
you
going
t
o
do about that?

HotLibrarian:
M
y hand is dipping inside
the lacy band of my black silk
panties.

SecretSanta4U:
I like that.
Tell me more as you slip off that black silk.

Sophie licked her lips and p
ulled off her undies.

HotLibrarian:
Mmmmmmm.
My pussy is
so wet.
My fingers
are
sliding in and out.
Oh, God that
’
s so good.