Be careful what you wish for.
Carol hates Christmas. She’s even more crabby than usual because she can’t watch her favourite porn DVDs because the discs are faulty so when a gay couple she knows rings to ask a favour she’s in no mood to accommodate their request. Unless, of course, in exchange they allow her to watch them making love. No one is more surprised than Carol when they agree to the bargain.
Series: Oh! Carol
Ebook ID: 5115_1086
lyd Category: Exotica
Length: 66 pdf Pages / 10604 words
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She screamed in frustration, wondering whether it could get any worse. It did. The phone rang.
She had no idea who would be ringing this early on Christmas Day.
“What?” she practically yelled down the connection.
“Carol?” a voice asked.
“Travis. We met last night over a turkey. Is everything all right?”
“No, it’s fucking not,” she growled.
“You want I should come over? You know, to chat.”
She was being an asshole. Travis was a nice man. “What do you want, Travis?”
“Maybe this is not a good time.”
“There ain’t gonna be a better time over this whole lousy holiday, Travis, so spit it out now.”
“Well, I was just wondering if you’d given any more thought to what I asked yesterday.”
No, she hadn’t. She’d given him her definite, final, not-gonna-change answer. How many times did she have to tell him? She regretted giving him her number now. She had nightmare visions of him ringing every couple of hours to see if she’d reconsidered. She had to put a stop to that. It would ruin her peace. He’d think she was a bitch but what the hell.
“Travis, there’s only one way I’ll consent to what you want.”
“Name it. We’ll do anything.”
She giggled in her head and upped the ante. “Okay. Here’s the deal. I’ll come over and play the perfect girlfriend. In exchange, you let me watch you and Nico doing the dirty tonight after his parents leave.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “Just so there’s no misunderstanding, you want to watch me and Nico fucking?”
“You don’t want to join in?”
She wished she’d made that a condition, knowing that would be the killer. But it would also make her seem desperate.
“No, Just watch. Ring me when you and Nico agree, otherwise get off my phone.”
God, she was a bitch. Now all she had to endure was her sister. Then she’d have the whole holiday to herself.
If she hadn’t left her laptop at work to stop herself from working unpaid during the break, she could have at least downloaded some porn. She was screwed. And not in the good sense. At least on Boxing Day she could get a new toy (*batteries included) and new DVDs. She’d panicked too easily. Sure, everything would be fine; it just meant she’d need to find something to occupy her until tomorrow. One of those tasks she kept putting off, like sorting her hundreds of porn DVDs according to cock size, gender preference and foreskin over-hang. She almost fell asleep just thinking about it.
Fortunately, the phone rang again. Carol snatched the instrument, a growl of frustration ready in her voice.
“I spoke to Nico and he agreed. As long as there’s no touching.”
It took Carol’s brain a few seconds to work out who the fuck was speaking and what he was talking about. “Look Travis…” She was about to tell him it was all a joke then she remembered she had nothing better to do. Plus, Travis and Nico were hot. It would be better than any porn movie she’d ever watched. She was wet just thinking about it.
“No touching. Except myself.”
She heard the hesitation in his voice. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“You won’t chicken out?”
“I can’t say I’m not nervous. I’ve never done it in front of a woman. Nico’s an exhibitionist; I don’t dare ask what sort of audiences he’s done it for.”
She laughed, mainly to relax him but also because she felt something positive had come out of her lousy morning.
Jazmin loves sex. It’s a serotonin booster and it’s cheaper than a loaf of bread, and nowhere near as fattening unless you’re doing it with chocolate sauce or whipped cream. The only thing better than the real thing is writing about it. She loves sex in all its myriad forms. Sometimes she even mixes a little romance with the sex although she thinks vanilla is only for ice cream.