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Eve’s First Noel by Davee Jones

Eve’s First Noel

by Davee Jones

Secret Cravings Publishing

eBook ISBN: 978-1-61885-446-9

Decked out in her sexiest holiday finest, Eve strolled into Noel’s life more unsure of herself than ever, yet determined to find joy for Christmas. Noel was having trouble learning to live ardently again, but one look at Eve roused his dormant masculine desires.

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Chapter One

The red velveteen thong inched its way up the crack of Eve’s frozen ass, chafing a bit more with each stride she took. She wondered if all the effort was really worth it. A thought abruptly occurred to her, wow, maybe if she moved just so… she twisted her torso mid-stride, the string just might reach where it needed to. Was it possible… she could only hope? She quickly stopped hoping remembering it had been so long since she had an orgasm, she had forgotten just where “X” marked the spot for her clit.
Eve had to purchase these new sexy red panties for the occasion because she had tossed most of her former collection of knickers into the garbage one night in a fit of frustration. She had kept only the ones that did not show lines under her business suits, or were suitable for jogging. After that day she possessed the kind of underwear that covered most of her deliciousness and were anything but eye candy.
Nikolas failed to notice any kind of panties Eve wore. Of course, she had not seen him in weeks and before that, it was in a rather public forum. The type of formal setting with wooden chairs, attorneys, and a judge. They had signed away their vows in front of a state’s witnesses.
She was wearing a short red skirt with white tulle from the pettiskirt peeking from just below the hem. Her sinewy legs were soft, tanned and smooth from the recent visit to the salon. She had a matching bolero jacket with green accent around the neckline. She wore a white lace camisole and red demi bra, her breasts bulging suggestively over the top of the skimpy fabric. “I look like Santa’s hooker”, she muttered to her reflection in the floor length mirror of their bedroom. Nevertheless, she was determined to carry through with her mission to melt the iceberg stubbornly lodged between Nikolas and her. Eve knew Nikolas was either too stubborn or too complacent to resolve the mountain of frigidity now firmly resting between them.
Wincing, she recalled his indignance when he signed the divorce papers. “Eve, take it however you want, a life’s lesson, tough breaks, or whatever, but, I truly have no interest in rekindling anything. We made a mistake, I was looking for something, I don’t know, maybe safe and consistent, and you fit that perfectly.”
Eve finally smiled remembering how she met Nikolas. She saw his tall frame walk through a doorway. Ironically, the threshold was adorned obnoxiously with a large bunch of mistletoe tied together with silver ribbon. She did not see his face until after she coyly chased him down. She just knew there was something appealing about the way he carried his broad shoulders. “If he has blue eyes, I will talk to him”, she had already dared herself to stay the course and follow through with her personal challenge.
His eyes were indeed a chilling yet delicious blue, and goose bumps attacked her skin with a vengeance. She drew in a sharp breath with a telltale, “oh”, and had no clue what to say next. Nikolas saved her integrity by extending his hand to gently shake her own with a proper introduction. “Good evening, I’m Nikolas….and you would be?”
The sweat pooling in her palm and the quaking from her thighs breached her integrity. She had never felt this much carnal desire for a man, especially one she had just met! “Hi, I’m Eve.” Wow, that was everything but poised. He’s going to think I’m a ditz. Returning to the present, she faltered in her confidence in romance. Lust at first sight, hello, Eve, it did exist. “Correction -DOES exist!” she yelled back at her reflective self. “It just wasn’t love.” She grumbled, brushing away a lone tear.
Eve used this trip down memory lane to fuel her determination to see this through. She was troubled that she was not sure love ever replaced her lust for Nikolas, and she deeply craved love. They lost the lust so quickly, the gap where love should have been became glaringly apparent. Especially for two so physically minded human beings, when the desire disappeared, it was the beginning of the end. Lust was the missing integral piece for quite some time now because she doubted a fated love ever existed between them; essentially, they had nothing. The divorce papers proved not much existed for him anymore, at least where Eve mattered.
“So, what are you doing to yourself, Eve? Hoping for a charitable quickie to get through this first Christmas as a divorcee, that’s what.” She shook her head, trying to wave away the loneliness, and wished the month would fast forward and she could begin a new year, a new life. Eve put the finishing touches on her sultry tousled up-do and applied long wearing lipstick in “fuck-me” red. The metallic green shadow was smoky against her brown eyes. She felt like she belonged in an issue of Naughty Elf magazine. She could not help her imagination from running away with her picturing herself in a pair of pointed ears. The imagery of having elf ears made her laugh aloud. Eve enjoyed making fun of herself- she was very good at it.
“How many shots of that peppermint schnapps have I taken?” Counting in her head, she concluded she had taken enough to make her brave, yet still maintained safety to drive. She needed an abundance of both bravery and safety right then.
Eve decided it was a good thing not to go full-on elf and left the concept of ears on the drawing board table. The ears would totally remove the sexuality of the moment. “Sexual? Well, yes, I am.” She turned slowly to evaluate her choice of clothing, hair and make-up. She lifted her skirt to see how the thong looked in place. She bent over forward, and with the angled mirror in place, could see her most intimate reflection almost glossy from all the primping. Her feminine lips presented glistening and ready for his masculine touch. The wax job left her bright pink- like bubble gum. Ok, now I’m ready.
It was cold outside, with lightly falling snow. The backdrop- a velvety dark and still skyfooled onlookers by mysteriously releasing big white flakes. She looked out the window, went through a swift checklist in her mind, and decided it was time to go. Earlier Eve had purchased a black cloak with silver threaded accents to wear over her impish frock. She gently shrouded herself in the warm black wool and walked out to her car.
She did not warm the car up before she left because she needed the chill to knock off the dwindling effect of the schnapps and sharpen her senses. It was only then she allowed negative thoughts to enter into the evening. She was afraid he would not be there. It scared her to death and made her blood run cold. Eve did not handle rejection well. She never had.
Driving the fifteen miles to the hotel, she debated calling Nikolas, just to check in. She felt more like the “other woman”, than his ex-wife, hoping he would make time to see her. The feeling made her feel small and sad. She is the one he committed to once upon a time. If you were an observer, you would imagine these two had been married the correct amount of time for the proverbial seven year itch—the time when couples tend to re-evaluate their commitment to one another and begin to lust after the greener pastures of another’s red and pulsing private parts. The treacherous time where hugs and kisses are replaced by chilly nods of acknowledgement when passing the TV remote.
Nikolas and Eve had been married four years, five months, and twenty-three days. She knew because she started counting somewhere around two years, ten months. She checked off each day, sadly wondering how they drifted so far apart. It began when they stopped purposely touching and let life icily take over their intimacies. It had been almost twenty weeks since last they made love. She really did not feel the “love” part of that union and it was more like primal intercourse to advance the species. She remembered how they did not kiss; it was a morning hard-on to prompt the occasion. She was barely awake and it was over before she fully opened her eyes.
She tried talking with Nikolas about it a couple of times. Neither conversation resulted in positive changes. They became heated and frustrated with each other and hastily retreated to their fight corners, allowing the glacier of hate to overshadow their love. Nikolas told Eve he wanted out, he wanted a divorce. He filed the papers on Halloween. What a trick. He got his wish just a scant few weeks later. With no children and no squabbling over assets, he gave her whatever she wanted-which was not much-and just like that, it was over. Not wanting to spend this first Christmas alone, she threw her pride to the winds and poignantly asked him to meet her, one last time. He reluctantly agreed. She wanted this opportunity, away from home, work, and all the pressures of reality. She needed to know from looking into his eyes it was over.
Eve believed the Christmas season was the perfect time to rekindle the fires of their loins and remember why they melded so perfectly together. Okay, maybe not so perfectly, but she did not quit anything. Eve allowed the magic of the holidays to consume her emotions and take her back to a time when life was loving, simple, and happy. The start would be Eve’s gift to Nikolas in the form of red velveteen ribbon-tied pussy. She was delighted to feel the icicle melting beneath the velveteen string. “Mind over matter, Eve, and apparently, it does matter”, she giggled to herself. Her plan was working at least as far as her vested interests were concerned.

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