Christmas Eve!
     Molly had intentionally saved some of her shopping for
Christmas Eve.  She loved the excitement and the hustle-bustle of
that last frantic rush.
     Bobby slept late and went into couch-potato mode in front of
the TV.  There were a couple of small bowl games on and he could
always find a movie or two.
     Robert, Sr., relaxed in front of the fire and reviewed his
portfolio as Laurie finished wrapping the last of the presents.
     After a late lunch, all four of them worked together
preparing for an Anderson Christmas tradition.  They laid out a
buffet, and by eight o'clock, friends, neighbors and relatives
were stopping by to share the holiday spirit before everyone went
off to Midnight Mass.
*
*
Sunday, December 25.

     Christmas Day!
     Laurie awoke first.  She loved those first quiet moments on
Christmas morning.  Soon, the rest of the family would be awake
and opening presents and all the anticipation would be over.
Before they knew it, Christmas would be over.  But now, alone
with her coffee and the radio softly playing Christmas carols,
she sat and looked at the tree and the presents and savored the
moment and the mood.
     "Mom?"  It was Molly on the steps.
     "Merry Christmas, Dear!  Go wake your father and brother."
     Everyone agreed that Molly had given the most thoughtful
gifts.  She gave Bobby two boxed sets of CDs, Eric Clapton and
Pink Floyd, that he wanted but had never gotten around to buying.
Her father loved the meerschaum pipe she gave him.  And Laurie
cried when she opened her package saw the beautiful blue silk
blouse that Molly had picked out to match her mother's eyes.
They all wanted to know how she had managed to save enough money
to purchase such beautiful gifts.
     All too soon the storm of wrapping paper subsided.  The hugs
and kisses and thank-yous were done.  The Andersons were dressed
and headed out to Church, again.  Molly was singing at the 11
o'clock Mass and the rest of the family went to hear her.  After
church, they headed down to the soup kitchen to serve Christmas
dinner to the less fortunate and then clean up.  It was a busy
day.
*
*
     Not a creature was stirring...
     Everyone had gone to bed early.
     Molly lay in bed and thought back over her Christmas.  It
had been wonderful.  She loved all of her gifts and was thrilled
that everyone liked the gifts she had gotten them.
     She was tired, but still a little too keyed up to fall
asleep.  She got out of bed and put her robe on and went
downstairs.  The house was quiet, everyone else was asleep.  She
filled a tall glass with ice and then filled the glass with Irish
Cream.
     There was still a small fire glowing in the fireplace, and
the ashes were hot, so Molly threw another two logs on the fire
and curled up on the sofa.  Soon, the fire was warming her
outsides and her drink was warming her insides, and she began to
relax.
     She finished the Irish Cream and poured another half-glass.
She was enjoying the heat and the quiet and the tree lights and
the booze.  She liked the slight buzz she was feeling, too.
     She shifted a little on the sofa, and as she did, her
nightshirt was pulled across her nipple.
     [`Oooo, THAT felt good!' she thought and then giggled.]
     As she held the glass in her left hand, she opened her robe
and casually brushed the fingers of her right hand over her right
nipple.  She let out a tiny moan as she felt her nipple wrinkle
and harden.
     [`I can't believe I'm still horny,' she thought, `but this
sure feels good!']
     Molly swallowed the rest of her drink and then placed both
hands over her breasts.  They were firm and eager to be touched.
Her nipples were hard and were getting to that point that she
loved -- when she could be a little rough as she squeezed and
pinched them.
     She wanted to come,  There was no doubt about that, now.
She knew she should go to the privacy of her room, but she didn't
want to move.
     She strained her ears, listening, but the house was quiet
except for the flames popping and snapping.  It was sexy, and
definitely very naughty to be doing it in the family room with
everyone home.  In front of the fireplace was nice.  That warmth
would feel nice on her skin.
     With a quick movement, Molly stood up, lowered her panties
and sat back down on the sofa.  She pulled her nightshirt up
above her breasts and she was melting in pleasure from the heat
of the fireplace and her own hands.  It felt so sexy sitting
there with her boobs and pussy naked and exposed.
     She wanted to finger her clit, but she held back.  She
didn't want to come quickly.  She wanted to build up to it
slowly, thinking sexy thoughts and teasing her body with her
fingers.
     She thought about yesterday, Christmas Eve, at the mall...
*
     Molly had Bobby drive her to the mall and drop her off.  She
had told her mother that she was meeting friends there, but she
was lying.
     Her first stop was the CD store.  It was packed and the
Christmas music was blaring over the speakers.  Douglas spotted
her as she approached the counter.
     "Miss, those CDs you ordered came in.  Please wait a
moment."  He called one of the other clerks over to take his
place and walked out from behind the counter.  He was twenty-six
years old and the assistant manager of the store.  He was tall, a
bit over 6'3" and on the skinny side.  He tried to be cool, but
he tried even harder to impress his bosses, so he always wore
suits and a tie.
     As he approached Molly, he pointed to the backroom door.
"Hi, Molly.  I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show
up, today."  He liked young girls and used his ability to pass
out CDs and cassettes to get on their friendly side every chance
he could.
     "I told you I'd be in, Douglas.  The CDs are a present."
     "Sure.  Well, come on in the back."
     They stepped into the storeroom and Douglas shut the door
behind them.  There was a table set up with cold cuts and rolls
and cookies.  On the shelves were bottles of scotch and bourbon
and vodka.
     "Having a little party, back here, Douglas?"
     "Sure.  The boss treated to drinks and food.  I can't be
away from the front for long, so let's get right to it, Molly."
     Molly grinned at Douglas, "Did anyone ever tell you how
romantic you are?"
     "Cut the crap.  Let's do it."  He opened his pants and
lowered his zipper.  He was already hard.
     Molly stepped close and curled her fingers around his shaft.
"Kiss me, Douglas.  I want to be kissed."
     Douglas had fucked a lot of teenage girls, but none of them
had been as beautiful or as accomplished as Molly Anderson.
Since August, he had been giving her CDs and his hard cock on a
weekly basis, and she had been giving him the best sex he ever
had.
     They kissed and Douglas's hands found their way to Molly's
breasts.  She was wearing a vest over a soft turtleneck top.
Under the top was only her tits.  Her hard nipples were easy to
find and Douglas began pulling at them.
     "C'mon, Molly.  It's got to be quick, today!"
     They separated and Douglas sat down on a small desk chair.
Molly lifted her denim miniskirt and lowered her tiny panties and
straddled Douglas on the chair.  Within seconds, Douglas's dick
was buried to the hilt up Molly's tight little pussy.
     "C'mon, now, and fuck me, Molly.  Give it to me good!"  He
smiled as he looked at the girl.  She was bouncing up and down on
his cock.  Her eyes were closed tightly and she was breathing
hard through her mouth -- moaning and groaning.  The bitch truly
loved fucking!
     As much as he was enjoying it, Douglas felt himself boiling
up to blast-off point.  And then he was over the top, pulling
Molly down hard on his lap and lifting her by her waist, pumping
his cum deep inside her.
     He was just about finished coming when...
     "What the fuck is going on, here?!"
     It was the store owner.
     Pete Abruzzi was thirty-eight, married with four kids, and
ran three stores.  He was short and bulky, like an old time
runningback.  He was a tough businessman and a bastard to work
for.
     Douglas pushed Molly off his lap and she fell to the floor.
She landed there with her skirt up to her waist and her pretty
legs spread wide open, flashing an open, wet beaver at the
intruder.  She quickly stood up as Douglas was zipping up.
     "Ah... Mr. Abruzzi... Ah... I can explain!"
     "No you can't, Douglas."  He hooked his thumb at the door.
"Get back out on the floor.  Now!"
     When he was gone, Abruzzi looked at the gorgeous teenager
standing in front of him.  She had paled considerably in the last
minute or so and was obviously scared.
     "So, tell me.  What was he givin' you for lettin' him bone
you?"
     Molly was going to lie and say `nothing' but she quickly
decided that the truth didn't matter.  "A boxed set of Eric
Clapton CDs."
     "A boxed set, eh?  You that good?"
     "He says I am."
     "S'at so?  Well, how about this, little girlie?  I get to
see for myself how good you are?"
     Molly didn't say anything, but shook her head.
     "No?  Well, how about I make this clear?  You walk with me
through that door and we go to Mall Security and call the county
cops, or you walk over here and unzip me."
     Molly walked over to the owner and knelt.  She reached up
and pulled his zipper down.  She reached inside the opening and
found his cock, feeling it growing hard in her hand.
     "Taste it, bitch."
     Molly leaned forward and took his hardness into her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the smooth, pink tip and it no
longer mattered whose cock it was.  She loved the way penises
felt.  She loved the smoothness and the firmness and how warm
they were.
     Abruzzi was enjoying the blow-job, but he wanted a piece of
this young pussy.  "Stand up.  Walk over to the chair and bend
over."
     Molly did as she was told and pulled her skirt up to her
waist without being told.
     Abruzzi stepped behind the teenager and began pushing his
cock between her pink pussylips.  She was tight and the owner was
afraid he was going to cum even before he got it all the way in
her!
     He didn't last much longer than his first deep thrust.  The
kid matched his rhythm and before he could blink, he was spewing
his goo into the little slut's pussy.
     "Whew!  What a fuck!  Douglas is right, you are good."
     Molly was blushing wildly as she stepped and wiggled into
her panties and lowered her skirt.  "Can I keep the CDs, mister?"
     "Huh?  Oh, sure.  Sure.  Here," he said as he reached to a
shelf, "take another one, too.  You like Pink Floyd?"
     "Yeah, sure.  Thank you."
     Pete Abruzzi was sitting in the chair, still catching his
breath and fixing a drink as Molly placed the new set into her
bag and reached for the doorknob.
     "Well, thanks again.  And... and Merry Christmas."
     Abruzzi looked up and stared as the beautiful teenager waved
and walked out of the store room.
*
     In front of the fireplace, Molly let her finger trail down
over her smooth stomach and through her pussy hair.  Slowly, oh
so slowly, she pressed her index finger between her pussylips and
grazed it across her hard little clit.
     "OH!"
     Sensitive.  Very sensitive.  She decided not to touch her
clit again for a while if she wanted to last a little longer.  Go
slow.  She was looking forward to a great come.  She was relaxed
and warm and buzzed.  Her body was very sensitive, and she had
sexy thoughts to think...
*
     Molly found Snake and Spider at the fountain in the center
of the mall.  She giggled to herself at their silly nicknames.
Snake was really Brandon and Spider was Jason, but they insisted
on their friends using their nicknames.  Especially when they
were decked out in their skateboard "uniforms" the way they were
whenever they weren't in school -- baggy jeans, old converses,
long t-shirts and earrings and fake (at least Molly thought they
were fake) tatoos.
     "Hey" Spider said.  Snake nodded.
     "Hey."  Molly had run into the two guys at parties.  They
were both freshmen in high school and were inseparable.
     "What's up?"
     "Just shopping.  I saw a pipe I'd like for my father, but I
can't afford it."
     "Tough."
     "Yeah.  I was wondering..."
     "Yeah?"
     Molly had a feeling they knew what she was going to ask
them, but they weren't volunteering anything.  "Yeah.  I was
wondering, like, if we could work out some kind of trade.  I
really want that pipe."
     "What ya got to trade?" It was the first thing Snake had
said, so Molly knew he was interested.
     Molly looked down at her feet, acting coy.  "You know."
     "When?  Where?" Spider asked.
     Molly looked up at him, "Now?  Here?"
     "Deal!"  That was Snake.
     In the tobacco store, everything went smoothly.  The clerk
was weighing tobacco for Molly and had his back to the store.
Snake came rolling in and went right to the cigar humidor room
and opened the door.  The owner stepped quickly after him,
telling him to shut the door.  Spider popped into the store,
Molly pointed at the pipe in its nice little box and everything
disappeared under Spider's shirt before he popped out of the
store, again.
     They met in the utility access hall, outside the restrooms.
     Spider gave Molly her package and Snake checked the men's
room and signaled with his head for them to follow.
     The three teenagers went to the last stall and closed the
door after them.
     It was crowded and clumsy, and they all got the giggles
every time they heard someone come in and use the facilities, but
it was fun and didn't take all that long to complete their
business.
     The real joke occurred when they were done.  They opened the
stall door and there was an older man standing at the mirror,
combing his hair.  They walked across the room, staring straight
ahead at the door.  They knew the man was watching them in the
mirror.  They finally reached the door and ran down the hall,
laughing hysterically.
*
     Molly was now on the floor with her back against the sofa.
She was closer to the fire and it was almost too hot on her skin,
but it still felt so good.  Her skin was dry and warm, a lot like
when she sunbathes.  A lot like when she was sunbathing last
summer at the Miller's pool...
*
     Marian Miller was away again.  She worked for a publisher
and this summer she was travelling with some authors on a long
sales trip.
     Rasheed and Yolanda were playing in the shallow end.  Molly
was on a chaise watching them when Ron opened the back door of
the house.
     "Daddy's home!"
     Both kids squealed and ran to him.  After hugging and
lifting the kids, Ron waved to Molly.
     "Hi, Mr. Miller.  I have dinner ready, if you feel like
pasta salad and grilled chicken."
     "Sounds great, Molly.  Will you join us?"
     "Yeah, stay, Molly!" yelled Rasheed.  He knew if she stayed,
he'd get a book or two read to him before bed.
     "Well, okay, if you don't mind."  This was becoming a habit.
Molly had been babysitting for the Millers for almost a year, but
with Marian's travelling, it was a fulltime job this summer.
Now, for the last week, Molly would have dinner ready for Ron and
the kids and he would invite her to stay.  They would do the
dishes together and together they would put the kids to bed, and
then Molly would walk home.  She felt herself becoming closer to
the three of them, like being a part of their family.  Marian was
some abstract being that lived somewhere out over the phone
lines.
     Ron, on the other hand, was very much there.  He was good-
looking and funny.  He was very sweet with his children, and was
always a gentleman around Molly.  At the same time, Molly got the
impression he found her attractive.  She often caught him staring
at her in her bathing suit or shorts.  She also found him
attractive.  His skin was smooth looking and the color of coffee
with cream in it.  He had a thin moustache that she liked.  In a
bathingsuit it was obvious he worked out.  But he didn't bulge
like a gym-rat.  He was bulked, but hard and smooth.  His torso
tapered from broad shoulders down to a flat stomach and trim
hips.
     That night, Ron opened a bottle of wine and kept Molly's
glass full during dinner.  After they got the kids in bed, he
invited her to stay for coffee, telling her he was tired of
sitting by himself until bedtime.  With the coffee, he served her
a Tia Marie mist, and she loved it.
     He refilled her coffee and drink and put a movie in the VCR.
They both sat on the sofa watching "Sleepless In Seattle."
Before the movie ended, they were in each other's arms, kissing
passionately.
     At that time, Molly was a virgin.  She had made-out with
boys when the lights went out at parties, but nothing more
serious than that.  But this...  This was Romance and she was
ready to be swept up in its embrace.
     Ron stood up and lifted Molly into his arms.  Oh, god, her
heart melted!  They kissed as he walked down the hall and into
his bedroom.  He laid her down on the big bed and began to
undress.  Molly was in a one-piece bathingsuit and beach wrap,
which she quickly shed.
     Ron moved beside her and caressed her budding breasts.  It
was the first time anyone besides herself had seen them naked and
touched them.  She tingled to his soft, gentle touch.  Her
breathing quickened.  He moved his face over one of her breasts
and gently sucked a nipple into his mouth.  His free hand glided
down her body to her pussy.  She felt his fingers spreading her
lips down there and touching her clitoris, she trembled with so
much pleasure, she thought she was going to scream and cry and
wet herself all at the same time.  She couldn't breathe.  She
couldn't stand his touch, anymore, but she knew she'd die if he
stopped.
     It was her first orgasm.
     When she was able to breathe again, she smiled at Ron and
hugged him, "Wow!  Thank you!"
     Ron smiled back and rolled onto his back.  His cock looked
huge to Molly, but even she had to admit that she wasn't an
expert at the time.
     He cradled her head on his shoulder and guided her hand down
to his erection.
     She was shocked when she touched him.  She didn't know what
to expect, but what it felt like was a surprise.  It was warm and
soft.  But firm and hard.  It was dry and the skin slid up and
down on the shaft.  The tip was so smooth and the flesh under the
round head was so soft.  His hair was tight and curly, and
covered the sac of balls.  She loved it!
     She felt his hand on the back of her head and she knew what
he wanted.  She and Tiffany and Heather had often talked about
sex and how to do it.  The three of them had agreed that they
would never put a cock in their mouths -- not the thing boys pee
with!  But here she was, eagerly and curiously moving her mouth
to do exactly that!
     She licked it.  She sucked it.  She kissed it.  She made it
wet with her saliva.  And Ron seemed to be enjoying everything
she was doing.
     Finally, Ron pulled her face away from his prick and she
knew what was next.  It was the next logical step and she wanted
it.  She knew at that moment that she loved this beautiful Black
man.
     Ron reached over to the night table and squeezed something
clear out of a tube and spread it over the head of his penis.
Then he knelt between Molly's wide-open legs.
     "Is this your first time?"
     Embarrassed, Molly nodded.
     "If it hurts, it will only hurt for a second and then it
will feel good.  Okay?  Do you trust me, Molly?"
     Again, she nodded.
     But it didn't hurt.  Maybe it was horseback riding, or her
gymnastics or the other sports she played, but there was
definitely no pain.
     Molly knew she was addicted to what they were doing from the
second that his penis head spread her pussylips and plunged into
her.  She had never felt anything like it!  The pleasure of
feeling so spread, so filled and all her nerves down there
sending pleasure messages to her brain.  She knew she never
wanted to stop fucking Ron Miller.
     And fuck him she did.  All summer.  The day after that first
time Molly went to the clinic and started on the pill.  Ron used
condoms until it was safe.
     As soon as the kids were in bed, so were they.  Marian would
come home for a day or two and they would stop, barely able to
keep their hands off each other.  Then she would leave and Ron
and Molly would get right back to it.  He showed her what he
liked and what positions he wanted.  He loved fucking doggie-
style and having his dick sucked, but he never went down on her.
She asked him once, late in the summer, and all he said was that
he didn't do that.  It didn't really matter all that much to her.
     When the end of the summer approached, Molly began to wonder
what was going to happen.  As unlikely as their situation looked
because of their ages, Molly had told Ron that she loved him and
she had shown him she could handle the house -- cooking and
cleaning and raising the children.  He had to know she wasn't
doing it for the lousy five dollars an hour they were paying her.
     But Marian returned, and Ron didn't say anything to Molly
other than "thanks for your help with the kids."
     Her heart was broken.
     But it didn't take long to find out that Ron was not the
only man in the world.  Weekend parties offered Molly her choice
of boys -- and she exercised that choice.
*
     Now, almost naked before the dying fire, Molly spread her
pussylips with her fingers and with her other hand inserted three
fingers into her pussy as she rubbed her clit with her thumb.
She was thinking of the date she had had with a boy named Philip.
Philip was only visiting for the weekend and he had begged --
actually begged! -- Molly to let him eat her.  It had been her
pleasure!
     Just like now!
     She was losing control.  She was about to come.  She knew
she was going to scream so she bit a mouthful of her robe and
nightshirt.
     She was coming!  Oh, GOD!  How she was coming!  Her whole
body, her whole mind was coming!  She was lost to the world.  She
was going to scream, to faint, to cry.
     OH, GOD, WHAT A COME!
     It went on and on and on.  It was the come she had wanted.
Long and intense and deep.  Oh, god!
     She laid there and spit the cloth from her mouth and
replaced it with a silly grin.  Oh, that was GOOD!
     It would be perfect if she could feel a big, fat, hard cock
sliding into her wet pussy, deeper and harder than her fingers
had been.  Oh, she'd love to be getting fucked right now!
     And she's laying there on the floor, with her nightshirt
rolled up to her neck, her legs spread wide.  The mantle clock
softly chimes midnight.  Christmas is over.
     Molly hears a quiet noise at the doorway.  She looks up.
She doesn't move.  She smiles.
     "Hello, big brother..."

               *+*+*+*+ THE END +*+*+*+*

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
     So, that was Christmas, 1994 for the Andersons.  What will
Christmas, 1995, be like?  Who can guess, after the randy year
they had!
     After what happened in the family room?  And after their
drunken New Year's Eve, when Bobby really DID kiss his mother at
midnight?  After that family ski trip?  After living so closely
together in that Winnabago for four weeks in the Summer?  After
that tearful farewell party for Bobby as he returned to college
in the Fall?
     Was Laurie swept up into office politics at corporate?  Was
she sexually harassed?  Did she find out what it would take to
get that next promotion?  Did the Agro brothers ever get another
double-header with her?
     How often did Molly go "shopping?"  Did she "babysit" for
the Millers, again?
     Did Robert, Sr. get the state contract?  Did he tire of
Shelly's tits?
     And what happened to our other new friends?  Did little
Heather confess ALL of her naughty sins to Father Sean?  How did
Molly's basketball team do -- and did Coach Shuler make-out okay?
Did the Coach ever get to go one-on-one with little Molly?  Did
Sherman ever recover from his Christmas blow-job?  Was Father
Sean able to contain his growing lusts, or did he give in to them
like so many other perverted priests?
     1995 -- What a year it was!
*