Christmas came early, I came 4 times [FM]

Many of you have asked, so here it is. Sorry it took so long.

I hooked up with Will around Thanksgiving. We spent much of the time over December texting and skyping. we made plans to split the cost of an air bnb around Christmas.

He was there when I arrived. I had on a light jacket, a tight sweater, a red skirt, black leggings. And a Santa hat.

“I thought you were Jewish,” he teased after we hugged.

“They didn’t card me when they sold me the hat.” I teased sliding off my coat and turning around to kiss him. “Now, you. Pants off. I don’t want to waste any time, we only have the place for the night.”

“Not until you ask nicely,” he teased back, grabbing my hips, and then my ass as we kissed again. I grabbed him where I was most interested, in the moment. “I’ll show you nice,” I said biting my lip. He pushed me back on the bed and I quickly took off my sweater. He walked toward me slowly, uncharacteristically cocky, undressing as he did.

He was in his briefs when he stood infront of me. “Did you miss my cock” I he teased.

Where there’s a Will, there’s a Way (more stories about the thick dick boy next door) [FM]

After giving Will his first successful blowjob, he and I hung out a bit that night, not bothering to put clothes on. He had a bit of weed so he opened his window and we lay there naked smoking a joint. We didn’t do much talking, mainly just vibing.

“I can’t believe that happened?” He said, basically giggling.

“The blow job?”

“Yeah. No. I mean.. I used to jack off to your facebook when I was a kid,” he blurted out.

“Ewww, why would you tell me that!” I said, laughing, pushing him. I stood up, teasing like I’d walk away. He must have appreciated the jiggle as I started to walk away, because I saw that something else was also starting to… get up.

“so, what did you think about, when you did that,” I asked, leaning in and lightly running a finger over his cock. I got on my knees in front of the bed. He admitted his fantasy had simply been putting his cock between my tits. I giggled at that. Literally all guys ask for that. “I don’t blame you,” I teased, rubbing my nipples. “The girls are pretty great.”

The boy next door [20 m] grew up and matched with me [23 F] on Tinder [FM]

Anyone who has been single and home for the holidays knows how depressing Home Town Tinder can be. So I was pleasantly surprised when I matched with a cute guy. It took me a minute to realize who it was. The last time I saw Will he was 15 and I was 18. He grew up well, from the pics. His hair was longish, shaggy and light brown. His eyes were intense. He was no longer skinny in that awkward early teenager way, and had grown a nice beard.

“You’re not 21, William —-” was my opening message. Because it was true. I remember him being 15 when I was 18, so he’d be no older than 20.

“Yeah, you caught me Rachel, for some reason this app bumped my age up a year. Don’t tell ;)”

We texted back and forth for a while. I found him oddly charming. I didn’t think anything was really going to come of it, but it was nice catching up with someone I hadn’t seen since high school.

“You know I had a huge crush on you back then.’