Secret Admirer Christmas, Part Three

“Are you two awake?”

It was Bethany’s mother, calling from the top of the stairs. They were awake but not really ready to get up. Since there wasn’t any school until after New Year’s, they didn’t have any obligations that would take them out of each other’s arms.

Bethany met Addison’s eyes, raised her eyebrows questioningly. Addison shrugged, so Bethany gave her one more kiss, then yelled, “Yeah.”

“The roads are clear. We are going to your Grandma’s,” her mother said, not coming downstairs, “can Addison come?”

“Um, let me call my parents,” Addison said, rolling over and reaching for her phone.

“She has to call home,” Bethany called.

“Alright. Be ready to leave in an hour,” her mother said.

“Okay.”

The door at the top of the stairs closed, and Bethany moved against Addison’s back as the girl called home. She kissed Addison’s neck, her hand slipping around to cup her breast. Addison sighed, her nipple stiffening under Bethany’s attention.

When the other end of the line picked up, Addison said, “Hey, Mom. Can I go to Bethany’s Grandma’s?”

Bethany smiled, hearing the girl’s excitement in her voice. She wondered if Addison’s mother could hear it, too. She should probably let the girl finish the call before she did this, but Bethany wanted Addison ready to go when she hung up.

“Her mom said the roads are clear,” Addison said, then covered the microphone as a moan escaped her. Rolling to face Bethany, she gave her a kiss, then mouthed, “Stop that.”

Laughing, Bethany rolled out of bed. She stripped out of her sleep shirt and panties, then walked into the bathroom. Addison’s eyes were hot on her naked body as they followed her. Smiling, Bethany thought she had the girl’s attention.

She started the shower going, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. She was getting a couple of towels out of the linen closet when Addison came into the bathroom. Placing the towels on the closed toilet lid, she moved into the girl’s arms and kissed her deeply.

“Coming?” Bethany asked, then grinned, “to Grandma’s, I mean.”

“Yeah,” Addison said, her eyes flashing, “although, after little stunt while I was on the phone, I thought you meant the other way.”

“Did I get you all excited?” Bethany said, kissing her again.

“Well yeah,” Addison laughed, her hands slipping down Bethany’s back to grab her buttocks, “wasn’t that your plan, so I’d follow you in here?”

“Kind of,” Bethany said.

“Then there was that little striptease,” Addison said.

“I wasn’t sure you’d notice,” Bethany said, even though she was well aware that Addison had been watching her.

“I noticed,” Addison said, kissing her deeply, “we need to hurry.”

“We have an hour,” Bethany said.

“We aren’t very good with deadlines,” Addison said, smiling at her, “time always gets away from us.”

“We’ll hurry,” Bethany said, slipping out of her arms and taking her hand.

They stepped under the spray from the showerhead, sighing in unison. Even though they had to hurry, for a moment they just stood in each arms, enjoying the hot water cascading over their young bodies. Eventually, Bethany reached for the bottle of Addison’s body wash. She had to smile that they spent enough time in the shower that her girlfriend had her own body wash on the ledge.

Popping the cap, Bethany inhaled the lovely scent. She loved Addison’s body wash, even if she didn’t use it herself. Addison could have just used some of Bethany’s soap, but Bethany was glad the girl had brought some of her own to keep in the shower. She like Addison to smell like… Well, Addison.

She poured a puddle of soap in her palm, then capped the bottle and set it aside. Working it into a lather, she put her hands on Addison’s shoulders and ran them down her arms. As it tended to do, good hygiene gave way to foreplay as Bethany’s slippery hands roamed over Addison’s body. Her touch turned them both on, Bethany thrilling to the feel of Addison’s warm skin under her fingertips.

Bethany wished she had more time to explore her girlfriend’s lovely body, but the clock was ticking. She let her hand slip down Addison’s taut stomach and between her thighs. The swirling pressure of her fingers on the girl’s bud drew a thick moan from her slack mouth, loud enough that the gurgle of water from the shower couldn’t completely swallow it up. Addison’s hips pushed against Bethany’s hand, hungry for more.

Addison put her arms around Bethany’s neck, resting her head on Bethany’s shoulder as Bethany continued to make those lazy circles with her fingers. Her mouth so close to Bethany’s ear, she could almost feel the little sounds of excitement Addison was making, each moan and sigh reverberating through her.

Her hand slipping lower, Bethany eased her fingers inside of Addison hot, slick core. Addison’s fingers dug into Bethany’s shoulders as Bethany found that sensitive spot, the one that never failed to drive Addison’s body crazy. When they were in a hurry, this was the surest way to get her girlfriend to come.

She didn’t have to be able to see the girl’s face to know it was pinched in enjoyment. Smiling, Bethany pictured the face Addison always made when she was feeling good- her beautiful eyes squeezed shut, her brow furrowed as she focused on the lovely sensations washing through her young body, her mouth slack as the sounds of pleasure dripped from her. Then there was that moment right before she came, where Bethany didn’t know if she was in ecstasy or agony.

It was a face she loved to make Addison make.

Addison’s hips were pushing against her fingers eagerly, and Bethany could feel the build-up of tension in her body in the fingers digging into her shoulders. It was like Addison was holding on for dear life as the pleasure rolling through her waves threatened to wash her away.

“Oh God, you are going to make me come,” Addison breathed, burying her face against Bethany’s neck. Even muffled, her cry of euphoria filled the shower as her body shook with the climax she warned Bethany about.

With her free hand, Bethany held her girlfriend as she lost herself in the afterglow. Addison’s hips jerked, and the girl gasped as Bethany eased her fingers out of her. Addison lifted her head from Bethany’s shoulder, gave her a dazed smile before kissing her deeply.

I’ll take that as a thank you, Bethany thought, with an inward grin.

Finally breaking the kiss, Addison turned into the water to let the soap sluice from her body. Even before the last of the suds swirled down the drain, she was reaching for Bethany’s body wash. Again, Bethany thought about the clock they were on, that they didn’t have time for a leisurely shower. Most times, they wouldn’t get out until the water started to get cold.

Still, seeing the bottle of soap in Addison’s hand, her heart started beating a little faster. Kind of like Pavlov’s dog with its dinner bell, her body seemed to know what the body wash meant. It sparked mental images of Addison running her soapy hands all over her body, which made her heart beat even faster.

With the familiar scent on the steamy air of the shower, Bethany shivered as the cool soap found her warm skin. It didn’t take long for her to stop noticing its chill as Addison started washing her. Addison’s slippery caresses stirred Bethany’s excitement to a fever pitch. She was a horny mess long before Addison ran out of skin to soap.

When Addison suddenly sank to her knees in front of her and splashed some water to clear the soap from her girlhood, Bethany bit her lip. Looking down at her girlfriend, she held her breath in anticipation of what the girl was going to do to her. Even when Addison’s lips pressed against the hood of her clit and her tongue flicked across the tender bud, she couldn’t get that stale breath out of her lungs. It was finally forced out of her by a moan, and she was able to breathe again, even if all she could draw were shallow, quick, excited breaths.

“Jesus,” she said, putting her hand on the shower stall for support. She cringed, thinking she shouldn’t blaspheme this soon after Christmas, but what Addison was doing to her felt so good it just slipped out.

Need to button that before we go see Grandma, Bethany thought, with an inward groan. Her conservative Christian grandmother wouldn’t appreciate her taking the Lord’s name in vain. Sorry, Grandma, she thought, then put her out of her mind.

The hot, wet caress of Addison’s tongue sent shivers of pleasure through her young body. As her eyes closed and little sounds of enjoyment slipped past her slack mouth, Bethany wondered if she was making a version of The Face. Maybe everyone did. After all, it was hard to look cool and collected with someone doing this to you.

Bethany definitely wasn’t ‘cool and collected’. Her hair was in her face, and she was breathing heavily, swaying a little on unsteady legs. Addison had her a writhing mess of happy nerve endings, her hips pushing her girlhood against Addison’s mouth eagerly.

Addison wasn’t letting up, kept ratcheting up the pleasure until Bethany didn’t think she could take much more. As tension started gathering in her body, she knew she had reached her limit. Then Addison took her past it, and Bethany cried out as she climaxed. She leaned heavily against the shower stall as the feel-good juices began to flow.

Standing up, Addison wiped her mouth and grinned at her. Not trusting her legs without the wall, Bethany pulled her close to give her an appreciative kiss.

“Babe,” Bethany said, smiling at her.

“Your welcome,” Addison said, with a playful smile of her own, “rinse off, so we can get out of here.”

“Right,” Bethany said, giving Addison one more kiss before letting her go.

The rest of their shower took less than a minute, then they were shutting off the water and reaching for towels. There wasn’t a clock in the bathroom, but Bethany thought they were still under their time limit. Still, they hurriedly dried off.

Back in the bedroom, Addison stepped back into her panties then fastened her bra into place. She went to Bethany’s closet, started poking through her clothes.

Watching her girlfriend riffle through her closet, Bethany asked, “What are you looking for?”

“Something to wear to your Grandma’s,” Addison said.

“Just grab anything,” Bethany said, going to her dresser for some clean undies.

“I feel like I should wear something… I don’t know,” Addison said, still moving the clothes around.

Seeing Addison struggling, Bethany left the underwear on the bed and stepped up next to her. Pulling a long-sleeved dress off the rack, she said, “Try this. I have some tights you can borrow.”

“Is this too short?” Addison asked, holding it in front of her. It was far from immodest, falling to mid-thigh.

“You’ll look cute in it,” Bethany said, meaning it. Addison had great legs, and the dress would show them off.

“You don’t think your Grandma will think it’s too short?”

Bethany looked at her for a second, then guessed, “Nervous about going to Grandma’s?”

“A little,” Addison said, looking down at the dress, “I want her to like me.”

Laughing, Bethany said, “Babe, she loves you. Always has.”

“Yeah, but that was when I was your friend,” Addison said, pointedly.

Meeting her eyes, Bethany said, “You got an ugly sweater, remember? You are in, Babe.”

“I’m in?” Addison said, amused.

“Like Flynn,” Bethany said, kissing her.

Bethany left Addison to slip into the dress, looking for something to wear herself. For all of her reassurances to Addison, she was a little nervous about officially introducing her girlfriend to her grandma. Her grandma already knew Addison and Bethany had come out to her over the phone, but this would be live and in person. She wasn’t expecting drama, but there was always a chance.

She must have taken a little too long to pick something, because Addison asked, “Nervous about going to your Grandma’s, too?”

“Maybe a little,” Bethany admitted, meeting her girlfriend’s eyes, “never had to introduce a girlfriend to my grandparents before.”

“Now you know how I felt,” Addison said, smiling sympathetically at her.

Bethany nodded, remembering meeting Addison’s grandparents as her girlfriend for the first time. Addison’s was the first set of grandparents to see them as a couple because they lived fifteen minutes away versus the five-hour drive to Bethany’s. Addison had squeezed her hand so hard as they stood in front of them and, in a shaky voice, introduced Bethany. It had been a formality- both extended families already knew about them- but still a little nerve-wracking. Bethany had been holding her breath as Addison delivered the news. It wasn’t until Addison’s grandmother gave her a warm smile, then a big hug that Bethany could breathe again.

She wasn’t sure which would be harder- being introduced or being the one doing the introducing. One thing she did know, the five-hour drive was going to do a number on her nerves. That was a lot of time to think, to imagine the ways things could go bad. She really didn’t think it would, but those two little words- what if– are a son of a bitch. She could worry herself to death, thinking about all of the ‘what if’s’.

Bethany pulled a dress off the hanger and took it to the bed. She slipped into panties and bra she had grabbed earlier, then the dress. From her dresser, she found a couple of pairs of tights, tossing one of them to Addison. Sitting on her bed, she rolled the opaque nylon onto her legs.

Glancing at the alarm clock on her nightstand, Bethany saw they had finished with only minutes to spare. Smiling at Addison, she said, “We made it.”

“Just barely,” Addison said, smoothing her dress back into place after pulling on the tights, “how do I look?”

“Beautiful,” Bethany said, going to her. Slipping her arms around Addison’s neck, she kissed her deeply, said, “I love your legs in tights.”

“Is that why you wanted me to wear them?” Addison asked.

“I suggested it because it’s cold outside, but now that I’ve seen you in them…” Bethany said, smiling at her.

“Uh-huh,” Addison said, giving her one more kiss.

“Let’s go see Grandma,” Bethany said, taking her hand.

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The sun was out, and the temperature was above freezing, finishing the job the road crews had started. The roads were clear, and traffic was moving along at a healthy clip. There were a lot of cars on the highway as people got out of the house after being holed up inside for two days.

Looking out her window, Bethany wondered how many of them were doing the same thing her family was- making a late trip to a relative’s house. She thought quite a few.

They have been on the road a couple of hours now and, in spite of the extra traffic, they were making good time. Her dad was driving, his lead foot not annoying Bethany’s mother, yet.

About three hours into the trip, Bethany’s phone started ringing. Pulling it out of the little purse she had brought, she checked the caller ID.

“Who’s that?”

Bethany looked up from her phone screen, and smiled at Addison, said, “Tara.”

“See what she wants,” Addison said.

Accepting the call and hitting the speaker, Bethany said, “Hey, Tara. Got you on speaker.”

“Addison?” Tara guessed.

“Hey, Tara,” Addison said.

“This is perfect,” Tara said.

Bethany waited for the girl to go on, but it didn’t seem like she was going to. Shaking her head, she asked, “Mind sharing what’s perfect?”

“Saves me a call,” Tara said.

“Glad we could make your day easier,” Addison said.

“It is definitely appreciated.”

Laughing, Bethany asked, “What’s up?”

“Ethan and I wanted to see a movie tomorrow, wondering if you two could come,” Tara said.

“Still can’t go on a date by yourself?” Bethany asked, grinning. The only way Tara and Ethan can go out is in a group. This usually meant Bethany and Addison, the only other couple in their little circle of friends. One of their single friends would end up feeling like a third wheel.

“No,” Tara said, then added, “but that’s not why I’m asking, though. Ethan and I like going out with you.”

“We like it too,” Addison said, smiling.

“Want to come?” Tara asked.

Bethany glanced at Addison, raised her eyebrows. When Addison nodded, she said, “We’ll have to ask, but yeah.”

“Okay,” Tara said, sounding like she is smiling, “call me back.”

“We will. Love you, bye,” Bethany said.

“Love you, Bye,” Tara said, then she was gone.

Leaning forward between the front seats, Bethany asked her parents, “Can I go to the mall tomorrow to see a movie?”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” her mother said.

“Nice,” Bethany said, then sat back.

Glancing at Addison, she saw the girl with her phone out. When the line was picked up, Addison said, “Hey, Dad. Can I go to the mall tomorrow? See a movie… School isn’t back in until after New Years… Yeah, you are stuck with me until then… Oh, haha… When are we getting back? Probably late. It’s a five-hour drive… Okay. Tell Mom I said hi… Love you, bye.”

“Allowed?” Bethany asked as Addison ended the call.

“Yeah,” Addison said.

“Text Tara and tell her we can come,” Bethany said, then added, “and ask her what movie we are seeing… The time.”

“Got it,” Addison said, typing on her phone. A moment later, her phone chimed, and she read it out loud, “Woo-hoo. Date night!”

“I guess she’s excited,” Bethany said, laughing.

“She’s so mellow, except about Ethan,” Addison said, grinning.

Taking her hand, Bethany said, “Love will do that to you.”

“Yeah,” Addison said, squeezing it.

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“We are here.”

As her dad pulled the car into the driveway, Bethany took a deep breath. On the way here, she had been distracted playing road games- I-spy and the license plate game, among others- with Addison, but, looking through the windshield at her grandparents’ house, the nervousness returned. She took a deep breath, wiped her hands on her dress. Glancing to her left, she smiled when she saw Addison doing the same. Addison saw her looking and offered her a smile.

Outside the car, Addison offered Bethany her hand. Bethany appreciated it, felt better with her fingers interlocked with Addison’s. Whatever happened, at least they were in this together.

They followed Bethany’s parents up the walk, waited in the cold for the doorbell to be answered. The door opened, and there was her grandmother, smiling out at them. One by one, they filed inside, receiving a big hug as they passed. First, her mom, then her dad. Then it was her turn for a squeeze. No one gave a hug like her grandmother, and Bethany almost didn’t want to let her go. Finally, she did, smiling.

“Grandma,” Bethany said, putting her arm around Addison’s waist, “this is my girlfriend, Addison.”

“Girlfriend Addison, huh?” Her grandmother said, teasing, “you look a lot like Best Friend Addison. Well, except for the hair.”

Laughing, Addison said, “I’m still Best Friend Addison, too.”

“Good,” she said, opening her arms wide, “give me a hug.”

Addison moved forward and received a big hug of her own. There wasn’t anything forced or fake about the hug, and Bethany felt herself relaxing. The ugly sweater had been legit.

“Make yourselves at home,” her grandmother said, then to Bethany, “go say hi to your grandfather. He’s in the back.”

“Working on a new piece?” Bethany asked.

After retiring, her grandfather picked up woodworking as a hobby. The first set of end tables he made were lopsided, but he has kept at it. Now, he sells the furniture and knick-knacks at a local shop. There is always a demand for his latest pieces.

“He’s got a couple of projects going,” her grandmother said, shaking her head, “he isn’t good at being retired. Always needs to be busy.”

“Sounds like Dad,” Bethany’s mom said.

“Come on,” Bethany said, taking Addison’s hand, “Granddad’s workshop is so cool.”

“Dinner’s in thirty minutes. Tell him to get cleaned up,” her grandmother called after them.

They walked through the house and out the back door. There was a twelve foot by twelve foot shed taking up a big chunk of the backyard. Smoke curled out of a chimney on the roof, the shingles clear of snow.

Bethany knocked, then opened the door. As soon as she did, she heard the whine of power tools. Smiling, she looked at the egg crate foam on the walls. Her grandfather had put up enough soundproofing to put a recording studio to shame. He didn’t want his hobby to be an annoyance to the neighbors.

He had a table saw and router table, a planer and scroll saw, a drill press and a couple of machines Bethany couldn’t even identify. A pegboard on one wall held a myriad of woodworking tools, and a massive red toolbox was full of nails, screws, and all manner of fasteners. For a hobby, he had a lot of gear, but as a second income…

That’s how he justified all of this to Grandma, Bethany thought, with a grin, even though he usually just broke even on the pieces he made. I think Grandma just puts up with it because it gets him out of her hair.

“Granddad,” Bethany yelled as she and Addison stepped inside. She had to call his name a second time before he looked up from his work.

Seeing them, he cut off his router, pulled off his gloves, ear muffs, and dust apron, and came to Bethany for a hug. Bethany hugged him back, “Merry Christmas, Granddad.”

“Merry Christmas, Sweetie.”

Pulling back, Bethany said, “Um, Granddad… You remember Addison, right?”

“Of course,” he said, giving her a hug, too, “although I hear things are a bit different now.”

“Um, yeah,” Bethany said.

“I’m Girlfriend Addison, not just Best Friend Addison now,” Addison said.

Nodding, he said, “I made you two something.”

“What?” Bethany asked, interested.

He went to his workbench, picked up something wrapped in a blanket. Holding it out, he said, “Your mom sent us the pictures.”

“Pictures?” Bethany asked, taking the blanket from him. When he just nodded at the bundle in her hand, Bethany unwrapped it and saw it was a set of matching picture frames. The intricate frames were beautifully tooled, but it was the photographs that made the gift special. It was the picture from the Valentine’s Day dance, her and Addison posing like a ‘pretend’ but actually a very real couple.

“I made one for Barb,” he said, taking the towel from her, “she wanted one after she saw yours.”

“Grandma wanted a picture of us?” Bethany asked.

“Of course,” he said, smiling at her, “it’s up in the hallway.”

“We must have walked right by it,” she said, looking down at the picture frame. Finally, she gave him another hug, said, “I love it.”

She laughed when Addison hugged them both, said, “Me, too. Thank you.”

“You are welcome,” he said.

“Grandma said dinner’s in thirty minutes,” Bethany said, letting him go.

Looking down at himself, he said, “I better go clean up.”

“You are a little dusty,” Bethany said.

“A little,” he laughed.

They followed him back inside, then left him to probably grab a quick shower and went to find Bethany’s grandmother. As soon as they stepped into the kitchen, Bethany’s mouth started watering. Whatever was for dinner smelled amazing. Knowing her grandmother, Bethany was sure it would taste even better.

Seeing them, her grandmother asked, “Do you like your picture frames?”

“We do,” Bethany said, then asked, “You have one like it up in the hallway?”

Her grandmother turned off the burner under the pot on the stove, then ushered them into the hallway to show them the picture hanging on the wall. There it was, nestled among the other pictures of her grandchildren and grown offspring.

“You both look so grown up in this picture,” her grandmother said, smiling at the photograph. Turning the smile on them, she asked, “Your mom didn’t know you were together when this picture was taken?”

“Um, no,” Bethany said, laughing, “it was a happy accident. They had us pose like that as a joke.”

“But the joke was on them,” Addison said, grinning.

“Well, accident or not,” she said, reaching out to touch the frame, “it is a lovely picture.”

“We both have this picture on our nightstands,” Addison said, then held up the framed photograph Bethany’s grandfather had given them, “but this frame is way better than the one I have. This one is going on the nightstand instead.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it, Sweetie,” Bethany’s grandmother said, smiling at her, “I want a couple of you two before you leave.”

“She means a couple of dozen,” Bethany’s mother said, coming up beside them.

“You shouldn’t have bought me that camera if you didn’t want me to take pictures,” her grandmother said, giving her daughter a look.

“If we had only known,” Bethany’s mother said, playfully.

“Smartass,” her grandmother said, but she was smiling.

“Runs in the family,” her mother said.

“You always did have your dad’s sense of humor,” her grandmother said.

“Sure, blame it on Dad.”

Laughing, her grandmother said, “Help me get dinner on the table.”

Between the four of them, it didn’t take long to set the table and load it up with the bounty of food. It was much more than six people could eat, even if it tasted as good as it smelled. Smiling, Bethany thought there would be some leftovers to take home with them. There usually was.

When Bethany’s grandfather was out of the shower, they sat down to eat. Grace was said, and plates loaded to their limits. In between bites of delicious grub, they managed to make small talk. Bethany’s grandparents had a bunch of questions about her and Addison. Their interest in the relationship was further proof of their acceptance, and Bethany thought she and Addison truly had the greatest families ever.

Spotting the necklace around Bethany’s neck, her grandfather asked Addison, “Is that a gift from you?”

“Um, yeah,” Addison said.

“Show them what’s on it,” Bethany’s mother said.

Bethany gave her mother a dirty look, and the woman smiled sweetly. She glanced at Addison, who nodded. Pulling the promise ring from inside her dress, Bethany showed it to her grandparents. When their eyes got wide, she had to smile. They had made the same wrong assumption she had the first time she saw it.

“Is that…” Her grandmother said.

“It’s a promise ring,” Bethany’s mother said.

“Oh.”

“Looks like an engagement ring,” her grandfather said, leaning closer to look at it.

“It does,” Bethany agreed, then had to add, “I guess it sort of is.”

“What exactly is a promise ring?” He asked.

“It’s a promise to always be hers,” Addison said.

Glancing at Addison, he asked, “Aren’t a little young to be making such a promise?”

“No,” Addison said, taking Bethany’s hand under the table.

He looked at her a moment longer, then smiled, “For the record, I think it is a promise you’ll keep.”

“Yeah, she’s stuck with me,” Addison said, making him laugh.

Bethany smiled at her girlfriend, gave her hand a squeeze. When Addison smiled back at her, Bethany hoped her grandfather was right about Addison keeping her promise. She never wanted the girl to stop smiling at her like that.

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Bethany got out of the car, gasping at the sudden slap of cold air across her exposed face. She met Addison on the base of her driveway, walked her up to her door. Under the porch light, they turned to face each other. Smiling, she said, “Thanks for coming today.”

“I love your grandma,” Addison said.

“She loves you, too, I think.”

“She really does give the best hugs,” Addison said.

Laughing, Bethany said, “Told you.”

“Call me tonight?” Addison asked.

“Yeah,” Bethany said.

“You better go, then.”

“Love you.”

Addison leaned forward and kissed her, said, “Love you, too.”

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