Welcome to our (pedantically correct) 12 days of Christmas, which is supposed to mark the days from Christmas to the Epiphany, not the 12 days leading up to Christmas (Advent is already a thing!))
For the next 12 days, we’ll be making sure to update the blog every day, and doing our best to tie them into some tacky puns, rhymes, etc.
On the first day of Christmas, we give to you… a story delayed story update!
Last week, Chelsea and Arnold started to talk through the aftermath of their first scene together. Let’s see how breakfast goes!
~Richard
Chelsea took his hand and stepped out of the car, giving it a squeeze. She didn’t say anything else on the way into the diner, smiling as the owner, Gus, waved to them over to their usual table.
“It’s not making me feel crappy,” she said, finally. “I just feel horny. It’s making that ‘protestant harlot’ or whoever feel humiliated, or degraded, or whatever. It’s not me, that’s why it’s called roleplaying.”
Arnold shrugged, “I guess, as long as you enjoy it.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Some of it. Some of it made me feel a little guilty. Some of it was just goofy.”
Chelsea laughed as the waitress came over and they ordered breakfast. “That’s how it is,” she said, reaching a hand across the table. “If we practice, more parts will be sexier, but goofy stuff happens sometimes. And if you feel guilty we can stop. And that’s why we snuggle, and have aftercare.”
Arnie took a sip of his coffee and glanced over the rim at her. “Aren’t we supposed to have safewords or something? I seem to recall you going on a very angry rant when they didn’t have one on CSI that one time.”
“Yeah, we should. I got a little caught up, and I didn’t think we were going to actually do anything particularly involved, so I didn’t think of it. What do you want our safeword to be?”
“Splenda?” Arnold said, looking around the table and picking up a packet of the faux-sugar.
“Sounds good to me. If we start playing more we might get more, but that should be good for now. Were there any parts you particularly liked?”
“The,” he glanced around and lowered his voice, “cockring was kind of fun.”
Chelsea nodded.
“And I liked the outfit. I don’t know how I feel about pretending to be a priest or whatever, but you looked hot.”
Chelsea smiled, “We don’t need to do roleplay to play dress up. I’ll have to see if I have any of my old stuff still. If not, maybe we can go for a little post Christmas shopping spree later.”
“That’d be fun. Any ideas for what else you could dress up as?”
“I bet there’s some sexy elf or Santa’s helper or something on clearance.”
“With some thigh high striped socks?”
“Oooh, there we go. Is that what you’re into? Should I rub you off with them?” she raised an eyebrow.
“I think I’m more look but don’t touch below the ankle.”
Chelsea laughed and their food came by. They didn’t talk too much while they worked through their eggs and pancakes. They finished eating, paid, and headed back home. Arnold stayed out to clean out the car while she went upstairs to clean up from last night and see what outfits she had. She grabbed her phone to snap a couple pictures, when a message popped up from Hannah.
Fuck. I can see now why you were obsessed with this guy.
Chelsea had almost forgotten about seeing one of her best friends with Mark, but she felt her cheeks heat up when she remembered them making out at the game yesterday.
Do not tell me you fucked him! she texted back. You just met him! He’s bad news!
I’m doing this for you, you know.
Bullshit! You’re doing this because you’re horny, and he’s got you dicknotized!
Oh my god, his dick! It curves just right. And he sure knows how to use it.
DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT HIS DICK! I COULD DRAW HIS DICK FROM MEMORY!
Should I talk to you about all the nasty things he says while he uses it?
No, I’m sure I could recite all of them also, thank you very much.
Then I guess you also don’t want to know why he’s back in town? Which is the reason I seduced him in the first place.
Mmmhmm. Go ahead and tell me. Might as well get something out of you before he completely breaks you.
His mom is retiring, and he’s helping her settle her business and move out.
Chelsea tried to think back to what Mark’s mom did. He tended to keep her too distracted for much conversation the few times he brought her home to visit. She made a note to buy new batteries for the vibrating buttplug at the bottom of the bag.
She’s a florist, right?
Nursery. I’ve actually had one of her plants on my window sill last summer. It’s looking pretty dead, but Mark thinks we might be able to save it.
Of course he does.
Aren’t you glad? Nothing to do with you. Just a nice guy helping out his mom. He’s not sure how long he’ll stick around. Good for you, bad for me. Maybe we’ll try long distance.
You will do no such thing! He’s a thousand times worse long distance. In person, he has to look you in the eye when he tells you to go wet yourself or whatever! Online he’s just barking orders all day long! And they’re ridiculous! And then he just stops.
You broke up like 10 years ago. He’s changed.
Don’t say I didn’t want you.
She tossed her phone on the bed, and then plopped down alongside it. It buzzed one more time, but she didn’t have the heart to look at it.
Aww, you’re not the fun kind of upset, kitten. His voice echoed in her head.
“Nope! Not today! No creepy semi-hallucinogenic BDSM fantasies today! I am going to go see my boyfrie–fiancé, who is very sexy, and had a lovely first scene last night.”
She marched downstairs and caught Arnold as he was coming in, holding an old granola bar that must’ve gotten stuck in the seats.
“Want half?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said, holding a hand out.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” she took a bite of the bar. “Hannah’s just being… stupid. Relationship stuff. Nothing you want to hear about.“
“You good? I can go late to the thing. Or you can come along.”
“No. I know you’ve been trying to get this going for months. You go and have fun murdering your friends dolls with your dolls.”
“They’re not dolls! We don’t make enough money to play the one that uses dolls!”
“Well, maybe someday. Go back to school, get a raise, I’ll win the lottery.”
Arnold leaned over and kissed her. “Well, call me if you need anything. I’ll be back late.”
“I’ll make sure the strippers are out by ten.”
“Don’t let them touch my cockring.”
Chelsea laughed and slapped him on the ass as he walked out the door.
J R Vincente 