Page 37 of Holidating
“I have an idea. Did you seeWhen Harry Met Sally?”
“Yeah, why?”
“The diner scene.”
I’m just processing this as Abbi wiggles a little. The bed responds with a creak. Then shemoans. "Ohhh. Oh,Weston."
Holy… All my nerves stand at attention. Did she justmoan my name?
She shifts again, and the bed begins to creak in a slow, rhythmic way. She must have braced a toe on the floor. "Mmmmm..." She sighs. Loudly.
And, wow, it's very convincing. I'm convinced. My dick is also convinced. Suddenly he's up and at 'em, wondering when the party starts.
"OhWeston," Abbi croons. Then she elbows me.
“What?" I hiss as the bed continues its erotic rhythm.
"A little help, here," she hisses back.
Oh I'd LOVE to help! my dick screams.
What is happening? My brain and my body are on opposite tracks. On the one hand, I’m mildly amused that Abbi is trying to fake out Stevie with sex noises. It’ll never work.
But on the other hand, my body is on board this train. As the bed rocks gently I have no trouble at all imaging myself as the conductor.
I swallow roughly. "You realize you have to keep this up for a really long time, right? This is only a believable scenario if I last half the night."
“Oh,yesbaby.” Abbi moans, before suddenly clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. She's amused. She finds this whole thing funny.
I'm just turned on. This istorture.
And then she moves a little closer to me, and my senses all go haywire. But it turns out she’s just trying to say something privately. “Jeez, Weston. Even you must be capable of a Christmas quickie. Just play along.” Then she increases the tempo of the bed's movements. “Yessss...." she cries out. "Faster."
Then she elbows me again.
Shit.
It’s risky to play this game. If I say anything, she'll be able to hear how turned on I really am. I clear my throat. And then I clench my teeth and think about hockey drills. "Okay, yes!" I say woodenly.
“Is that the best you can do?” She hisses. “Really? You sound like you’re watching a game on TV. I suddenly feel sorry for all those women at the Biscuit.”
Wait, what? Is she questioning myskills?"Ohhell," I grunt. "You did not just say that.”
“Yes,yes," she moans in answer. “Let me hear it, baby.”
And now it's me who's stifling a laugh. Abbi is fearless, as well as hot. She pushes all my buttons.
"Weston," she moans, and then covers her mouth. I can feel her shaking with laughter.
Time to step up, I guess. "What, baby?” I pant. “You need more? I got more.”
"Harder," she manages to yell, but she’s clearly laughing over there.
I roll over and brace a foot on the floor. "Ohyeah," I call, nudging the rocking bed into a gallop. “Like that?”
“Yes! Yes!” she moans. “Just. Like.That…”
Oh God. My dick is trapped against the mattress. There’s some friction from the motion of the bed, and Abbi’s breathy moans in my ear. I’m dying, here. “Hurry, baby,” I groan.
