Erotic One Shot: A Christmas Stocking to Stuff
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V. J. Villamayor
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"It's Christmas Eve, Carter. I'm single, drunk, snowed in, and I am getting dressed up for the occasion!"
Brokenhearted and newly single, Nova drags her best friend to a snowy mountain getaway. Will the line between best friends grow blurry when they mix too much whisky with thigh high stockings?
A Christmas Cabin
It was Christmas Eve, and Nova was alone in a picture-perfect snowy mountain cabin. This was supposed to be a romantic getaway for her and Paulâher boyfriend.
Well, ex-boyfriend now.
Tears slid down her cheeks as she took another heavy swig of whiskey, letting the burn warm her up from the inside out. The fire crackled, making the whole place feel cozy, but it didnât do much for her heart.
Two days ago, Paul dumped her.
She still wasnât sure if sheâd been âdumpedâ or just straight-up âkicked to the curb.â After three years together, heâd waited until the day before their trip to break up with herâover text.
Sorry babe, itâs just not working out. We donât have anything in common. Itâs over. Nova could recite the message by heart now.
It hurt so much.
She didnât have a ton of relationships to compare this one to, but sheâd really thought Paul couldâve been the one. Nova sniffed and wiped away another round of tears, deciding to numb her heart with more whiskey.
âAsshole!â she cried, pouring herself another glass, the amber liquid sloshing everywhere.
After the breakup finally sank in, Nova did what any grown woman would doâshe ran straight to her best friend. Carter had been her person since high school, and honestly, he was the standard she measured all her boyfriends against.
When your best friend is smart, kind, caring, and good-looking, itâs hard not to expect the same from everyone else. Carter was always protective of her, always the first to put her boyfriends in their place.
So, it didnât take much convincing to get Carter to come along instead of Paul.
Carter had been sweet about her crying fits on the drive up, but once they got a quick tour of the snowy mountainside, he decided she needed some âalone timeâ and practically skipped off to the slopes with his snowboard.
Nova couldnât blame him.
They both fell in love with snowboarding at the same time, and if her heart wasnât shattered into a million pieces, sheâd be out there racing him down the mountain.
The snow was coming down hard, and as the sun started to dip behind the mountains, Nova thought she felt a little rumble. How much have I had to drink? she wondered.
Sheâd been keeping herself in a steady state of tipsy, but it was Christmas Eve, so maybe sheâd gone a little overboard. Sheâd come prepared, with a box full of whiskey, rum, and vodka.
She poured herself another whiskey, wondering why she didnât just drink straight from the bottle. Keeping it classy. She snorted.
Then she felt another rumble, and when she looked down, she saw her whiskey rippling in the glass. Was the ground shaking, or was it just her?
Suddenly, someone started pounding on the front door, and Nova nearly jumped out of her skin. The rumbling got louder, shaking the whole cabin, but her brain was too fuzzy to figure out what was happening.
The door handle rattled, and the pounding got more frantic. âNova! Open the door! Please! Open the door!â
Carterâs voice was wild with panic, and Nova stumbled off the couch, fumbling with the lock. Carter practically fell inside as soon as she got the door open.
Before she could even shut the door, Novaâs eyes went wide at the sight of a wall of snow barreling toward them. The rumbling was deafening, and thatâs when it hit herâan avalanche.
***
âWell⊠Here I was thinking my Christmas just couldnât get any worseâŠ,â Nova mumbled into her whiskey.
The avalanche had buried them in, snow piled halfway up the windows, and there was no way out. Someone would probably come looking for them once it was safe, but who knew when that would be.
Nova had picked the most secluded cabin on purpose, so theyâd probably be the last ones found.
âWell, Iâm here,â Carter said, shrugging and throwing his arm around her shoulders, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her sweater. âThat counts for something. At least youâre not alone out here.â
Nova shot him a look, gently pushing his arm away before stumbling toward her room. She didnât need the furniture for support as much as she had an hour ago, before they were snowed in.
âWhere are you going?â Carter called after her.
âItâs fucking Christmas Eve, Carter. Iâm single, drunk, snowed in, and I am getting dressed up for the occasion!â
Carter, whoâd been catching up to her in the whiskey department after almost getting buried by an avalanche, just laughed and headed to his own room. Their original plan was to get dressed up and go into town, but that was obviously not happening now.
He ditched his loungewear and pulled on his pressed gray slacks, struggling with the buttons on his white dress shirt before giving up halfwayâleaving his chest on full display.
âI feel like you wouldâve been too cold if we went out with you dressed like that,â Nova laughed from his doorway.
Carter spun around and swore.
Nova was wearing a deep-red velvet dress. The long sleeves hugged her arms, and the neckline dipped low, showing off her breastsâteardrop-shaped and perky enough that it was obvious she wasnât wearing a bra.
The dress ended mid-thigh, but her legs were covered in black nylon stockings.
Carterâs breath left him in a rush. âYouâre one to talk. Fuck me, you look damn delicious.â
Heat sizzled under Carterâs skin, and he wasnât sure if it was the whiskey or just her. Nova smirked, never believing him when he complimented her, and nodded toward the living room.
âShut up. I need another drink. Come on.â
Carter followed, his eyes glued to her legs as she curled up on the couch. âChrist, Nova, were you planning on finding yourself a one-night stand tonight?â he blurted out.
He had a thing for women in stockingsâespecially thigh highs. Sexy and easy access.
Heâd been out with Nova a million times over the years, but whether it was the alcohol, the seclusion, the whole vibeâor just herâhe couldnât keep his eyes in the friendzone anymore.
âNot unless my one-night stand was with one of my sex toys,â Nova slurred, reaching for another drink.
âTheyâre the only things I can count on, apparently.â She couldnât stop the words from tumbling out.
Usually, she kept things buttoned up around Carter, but tonightâtonight, she just didnât care.
When sheâd booked this getaway for her and Paul, sheâd pictured romance, grand gestures, laughter, smiles, and a whole lot of steamy sex.
She was still getting the laughter, but it was with Carter, and the rest of it felt so far away it made her eyes sting.
âPlease donât torture me with that information unless you want me to do something about it,â Carter said, his voice rough and a little strangled.
Novaâs eyes met his over the rim of her glass just as he tipped his head back and poured himself another drink.
âI only have so much self-control before I end up locking myself in my room to take care of things alone.â
Nova let out a weak laugh.
The whiskey was definitely making her feel warmâthatâs what she kept telling herself, even though the heat was pooling much lower than her stomach.
âI doubt youâd even want to âact on itâ with me, Carter. Donât be ridiculous⊠Youâre my best friend. Youâre just saying that to make me feel better.â
âYou doubt me? When you look like that?â He waved a hand at her, from her messy hair all the way down to her toes in stockings.
âAll Iâd need is a âyesâ and Iâd be telling you to grab all your toys so I could make you feel better.â
Nova swallowed hard.
Carter was her best friend.
But right now, he was all man, and his eyes were nothing but heat.
âSoâŠif I said yes?â
Her voice was quiet, but Carter heard her.
He tilted his head, studying her. âIs it a yes?â
Novaâs breathing sounded so loud in the silence.
Her heart was racing, her brain caught between say yes! and this is insane!.
She nodded, her eyes dropping to Carterâs bare chest as she nervously bit her bottom lip.
âYes.â
Carterâs gaze locked onto hers, and she felt like he was seeing straight through her.
The way he looked at her made her toes curl and her cheeks burn.
Part of her didnât believe heâd actually make a move.
But in the back of her fuzzy mind, she remembered all those lingering stares and hugs that lasted just a little too long.
Carter stood up slowly and leaned over her, his free hand gripping the sofa right by her shoulder.
Her back pressed into the seat as he swirled his whiskey, then held the glass to her lips, gently urging her to drink.
Nova tipped her head back, letting him pour the amber liquid into her mouth.
A little spilled, dripping down her chin, but before she could swallow, Carter set the glass aside and grabbed the back of her hair.
He held her just firmly enough to keep her still, then licked the trail of whiskey from her chin to the corner of her mouth.
His tongue swept across her lips, dipping inside to taste her and the whiskey.
His hand kept her in place as they kissed, and Novaâs brain felt like it was floating.
She didnât want to think, didnât want to worry about what it meant to kiss her best friend.
She just wanted to feel, and she kissed him back, hungry for more, tasting the whiskey on his tongue.
An embarrassing moan slipped out when Carter finally pulled her head back.
âYouâre not going to regret this in the morning,â he rasped against her neck, his breath hot.
