I was staring at the clock. The last hour had seemed like it had lasted four. I now had ten minutes. Ten minutes until a two week break from school. Ten minutes until Christmas break. I could never remember being so excited about anything.
Football had ended three weeks earlier. Since there was no practice, my afternoons had been filled with studying and helping Mrs. Johnson decorate for Christmas. We had put up the tree, but was waiting until Samantha, the Johnson’s daughter, to come home from college before we placed the lights and ornaments on it. We had decorated around the house, inside and out. At night the house glowed with red, green and blue lights.
I had never had a real Christmas. Most of the homes,I was in, made the minimum effort to celebrate. A couple of Christmases I had been at the State Home. At the Home, many people would donate, second hand toys to be given out, but many times there were more kids than toys, so the older kids would be left out and the smaller kids would receive the gifts.
Mrs. Johnson had asked me several times what I wanted. I did not want to sound greedy so I would tell her clothes or something like that. WhatI really wanted was the letter jacket that I was eligible for, but it was expensive.
Players became eligible for a letter jacket after playing twenty quarters in the season. I had done that and much more as the starting middle linebacker and the second string quarterback. I had only received a few snaps at QB but played on most every down on defense. The playing time made the players eligible, and the school paid for half of the jacket, but the parents were responsible for the other half. I had heard that the parents half was over $150 and I wasn’t going to ask for something that expensive.
Five more minutes and I was getting antsy.I was excited to finally get to meet Samantha.I had answered the phone a couple times when she had called. She seemed nice. Each time she called, she would ask how I was adjusting. I had seen pictures of her around the house, they were everywhere. My favorite was a picture with her parents on Senior Night for the basketball team. She was in uniform and she had some great legs.
I had not had sex since that night with Dana. I had had chances, but I had not taken them. I had gone to the homecoming dance with one of the cheerleaders, her name was Kim. She was very pretty and we danced a lot. She smelled wonderful and on slow dances I am sure she felt my penis against her. As much as I wanted to, I never made a pass at her. We were friends and that is really all I wanted. I did not like the feeling of being used, and if I would have had sex with her, that would have been all I would have been doing.
The bell finally rang, and I was up and out of class with a flash. I was standing at the car when Mrs. Johnson finally walked out. We got in the car and went home.
It was later before Samantha arrived. I stayed in my room and let her see her parents and get caught up. Then I slowly walked into the family room where they were. I was left breathless.
Samantha was a younger version of her mom. She was lightskin, just a little darker than I was. She was dressed in a sweater, jeans and boots that went up just past her ankles. Even in the sweater, it was clear that she had nice breasts. The jeans fit snug against her hips and her round bottom looked even firmer than her mothers. Her eyes were a light brown, and they sparkled when she smiled, and she smiled a lot.
After her parents introduced us, Samantha went to put her things in the guest room, since I had taken hers. We had dinner and everyone settled in the family room to decorate the tree. Samantha had changed from her travel attire to a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top.
During the tree decorating, we had lots of fun. Mr. Johnson had found christmas songs on the computer and had them playing. He and his wife would pass the ornaments to me and Samantha and we would hang them on the limbs.
It did not take me long to realize that Samantha had also taken her bra off. Her firm breast barely budged when she moved. It wasn’t until she bent over to hang an ornament on one of the lower branches that I discovered it.
Her tank top didn’t reveal much, but her firm breast hung free long enough for me to get an eye full before she stood back up. Electricity shot through my body and came out my penis and it began to swell. I quickly moved to the other side of the tree to get her out of my sight.
It was no use, everytime I would move, she would follow. A couple times she reached across me to place and ornament and I could feel her nipple graze against my hand. I was in a mess. I turned and readjusted things so the bulge in my jeans was not so visible.
When it came time to hang the star on the top of the tree, Samantha smiled and handed it to me. She placed a ladder close to the tree and I climbed up and placed the star. When I started to come back down, I looked down and she was holding the ladder and her face was inches from my penis. I almost fell backwards fearing that she knew I was hard.
If she saw anything, she didn’t let on about it. As soon as the ladder was put back in its place and all the empty boxes put away, she stretched her arms over her head and yawned. He movement caused the tank top to ride up her firm stomach. Her belly button was pierced and a diamond hung over her sexy innie belly button. My penis almost erupted.
Samantha announced she was going to bed. When she left the room, I immediately headed for the shower. I had never undressed so fast. I turned the water on in the shower and grabbed the lotion. While the water ran, I sat on the toilet and went to work.
I closed my eyes and I could see Samantha’s breast in front of my eyes. I could see her sexy stomach, with the diamond in her belly button. I erupted in record time. The gunk shot out and landed on my leg, the toilet and the floor. I even got some in my hair. It was the most intense stroking session I had ever had.
The visions of Samantha’s gorgeous breasts would not leave my memory. I dreamed about them all night. I dreamed she was rubbing them all over my face. I dreamed that she used them to stroke me off. I was in a mess. I woke up with an aching hard on and had to stroke again.