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“Well it suits you,” Chace noted. “You’re a little too shy at times so having that spark in you really lets me see the other side of you.”

“Uh-huh, the side that nearly broke you apart last time,” Julie said with a melancholic note. “I know I’ve said sorry a thousand times but I really need to say it again. Cheating is cheating no matter the reason and I find it a miracle that you’re here with me despite all I did.”

“It did hurt, it really did,” Chace explained. He stared out into the void, never really focusing on anything as if his gaze was affixed on a memory more than an object in the room. “I never felt so betrayed than I did then yet even when I was so mad and frustrated I couldn’t help but miss you and long for you. I still loved you and maybe that was why it hurt even more. But the truth was there and the truth was that I needed you. I wanted you. If I had to suck in the pain and do what I could to make it all work, I’d do it.”

“You pushed me away,” Julie said. “For the longest time you never answered my calls or messages.”

“Well, I guess it was just fate that the time we did start talking to each other was the right time because look at where we are now.”

Julie smiled and recalled their Christmas reunion dance. “You know, when you lifted me up during the dance you brushed your hand on my pussy?”

Chace grinned and Julie saw the naughty fire burning in his eyes. “I know. I was hoping I could squeeze that little move in somewhere. No one would notice anyway and if anyone did I could say it was just a slip-up during the heat of the moment. Dances can be complicated things.”

“Just like you.”

“Just like us.”

He then put his coffee down and moved over to sit by her side. She put the laptop on the floor and snuggled in to his embrace. Chace then gave her a kiss on her forehead. That kiss moved down, descending until their lips met and soon his hands were all over her. Julie tried to keep their moment wholesome but in the end she was the first one to slip out of her clothes and turn the heat up. She didn’t try to stop him from making love to her – she needed it. She wanted it. The Christmas season wasn’t over just yet and she would take all the lovely gifts she could get.

Together they were happy. The rest of the night passed in peace and quiet. For Julie, this was the way things were meant to be. For Chace, this was the achievement he so strived for but never quite reached. This time around, however, they could finally have the happy ending they always wanted. For them both, this was the best Christmas ever.

THE END

Breaking Daddy’s Little Virgin

Chapter One

“Fuck,” I said out loud. I looked over to the other end of the couch and saw Ysabel who was still sitting on her husband’s lap. She was hot, with beautiful blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes and a firm little body, while he was twice her age. Still he was a little handsome but not hot enough for her to consider fucking him.

“Get a room guys,” I told them and they only laughed back at me.

Ysabel kissed Matthew on the cheek and then faced me as she said, “We’re already in one, Olivia, you just happen to be in it too.”

“Bitch,” I said with a chuckle. I turned back to watch TV, hoping the music video playing would snag my attention before I would end up watching those two make out in my living room.

I didn’t really mind, however. Ysabel had been my friend since I was in middle school and that was more than a decade ago. We went to high school together, went to college together and for the past six years we’ve been in the same company together.

We both worked for a real estate company but where I was in the HR department, Ysabel was in the financing corner as an accountant.

“Hey, is he coming?” I asked when I remembered Ysabel was going to introduce a friend tonight. We planned on going bowling and having a casual dinner over the bowling alley and both she and Matthew thought it was a brilliant fucking idea to bring their friend over and pair him up with me. Yeah, as if that would ever work out.

Ysabel turned away from Matthew for a moment, “Actually, I don’t know.” She then turned over to her husband and asked, “Is he coming? Did he text you anything?”

Matthew shook his head, “Nope, not yet.”

Ysabel lightly punched her husband’s gut, “Well, what are you waiting for? Go ask. Text him or something.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” Matt said as he rolled his eyes and got off the couch. He lumbered his way up the stairs to the bedrooms.

“You know you guys don’t really have to set me up,” I told Ysabel. I meant it too; I’ve been single for over a year and I like to think that I’m doing just fine.

Neither Ysa nor Matt believed me though. They both figured I needed a man like Matt, someone much older. I always figured older men were not for me. Sure, they could be more mature than guys my age but they were also a little more fragile or sickly. I didn’t want to be some kind of young fuck doll for an elderly guy.

To be fair, Matt was into cycling so he was quite fit for someone in his fifties. Hopefully their friend is just as fit so he doesn’t end up dying from a heart attack while we’re having sex.

“I know we don’t have to, bitch,” Ysa responded and she scooted over to sit by my end of the couch. She wrapped her arm in with mine. “We just want to. I mean, seriously, you haven’t had a good fuck in months.”

“Shut up,” I tried to fight back but there was no arguing with her. Ysabel was a force of nature.

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