December 1
“Advent calendars aren’t supposed to be black,” Zack said.
“Everyone’s a critic,” Eliza returned, attaching the thick cardboard sheet to the inside door of his closet with two thumbtacks.
“Couldn’t you have gotten me the kind with chocolate inside?”
“You’ll like this better, I promise.”
“Why don’t you put it in the living room or something, so people can see it?”
She sighed dramatically. “Why don’t you wait a few days and see?”
December 2
Zack woke and went into the closet to get his clothes. While he worked his way up out of his groggy state, he studied the Advent calendar. It was an all-black sheet, broken up only by perforated squares labeled with thick red numbers, one for each day of December through Christmas Eve. They were scattered over the surface of the cardboard, in no particular order and no particular shape.
He didn’t have enough in the way of fingernails to do it easily, but he managed to open the windows for the 1st and 2nd. The first was a window to nothing identifiable–just a cream-colored square. The second, however, positioned close to the first, opened onto a view of a bright red fingernail. The fingernail slipped under a red satin bra strap, lifting it away from an otherwise bare shoulder.
Intrigued, Zack wrinkled his forehead. Day one must have shown a patch of bare skin. Where the hell did Eliza get this Advent calendar?
December 3
The heel of a red stiletto. The woman in the picture must be facing away from the camera.
December 4
The dimple at the base of the right side of a woman’s back.
December 5
A patch of red fishnet stockings, stretched over a well-muscled calf.
December 6
The back of a knee. Tracing the pattern of the numbered windows, Zack saw that the next several days would be devoted to teasing his way up the woman’s leg.
December 7
Stockinged inner thigh, revealed to suggest the space between the thighs. It made Zack think of the things he could put in that space–his hand, for example, or his cock.
December 8
The tops of the stockings, and the green garter belts holding them up.
December 9
Eliza had stayed over, and as they both got dressed for work, Zack ambled over to the Advent calendar. “Who is this woman, anyway? Bettie Page or something?”
“I don’t know if I should be hurt or flattered.”
Zack squinted at Eliza, his brain still feeling foggy. Then he opened the window for the day and recognized the tiny star tattooed over the curve of his girlfriend’s biceps.
“Jesus,” Zack said. “This is you?”
“Amazing conclusion, Sherlock.”
December 10
Eliza’s eyes cleared up all confusion about the model’s identity. She looked back over her right shoulder at the camera. Zack had revealed enough of the picture to see that she must be bent over. She wore thick black liner like a pinup girl.
December 11
The clasp of Eliza’s bra, framed by taut back muscles. Of course, Zack had always thought Eliza was hot, but before this Advent calendar, he hadn’t focused so much on the sexiness of each individual part of her. He’d found himself lingering over her lately in bed, kissing the spots he knew from the calendar, tracing her and imagining what she would show him next.
December 12
Her earlobe, framed by curled tendrils of red hair.
December 13
Her arched eyebrow, and more of that red hair tumbled over her smooth forehead.
December 14
The base of her neck, where it curved into her shoulder. Zack gave Eliza a hickey there before the day was out.
December 15
At the base of Eliza’s ribcage, her gorgeous small waist curved inward–a natural hourglass that made Zack want to wrap his hands around her sides.
December 16
The twist in Eliza’s body in the image meant that her right breast did peek out, half-hidden by her arm. He stared a long time at the soft flesh, which the window revealed up to the point where the red satin bra began to cover her.
December 17
Under the red satin bra, Eliza’s right nipple was hard. The photograph captured the telltale peak in sharp, perfect detail.
December 18
Eliza’s left elbow. He hadn’t seen any of her left arm before. The position showed that she was reaching behind her. After the last few days, Zack had expected something racier. He turned to where she lay in his bed.
“This thing is awesome–don’t get me wrong. But what’s the point? Why did you make this?”
Eliza smiled a secret, stunning smile. “Advent’s supposed to be the time where you’re anticipating Christmas, right?”
“You look gorgeous in the picture, babe, but I don’t see the connection.”
“You haven’t figured out that all this has something to do with your Christmas present?”
He had another week to ponder the idea.
December 19
Eliza’s forearm rested on her lower back. Her hand must be down at panty level–and, come to think of it, Zack hadn’t yet seen anything of her panties.
December 20
Eliza’s wrist, and the lacy green top of her panties.
December 21
The lacy elastic at the bottom of those same panties, showing the bottom of the curve of her left ass cheek, and the top of her left thigh.
December 22
Eliza’s mouth. Full, even redder than her hair. She half-smirked in the image, and Zack spent most of the day wondering about the private joke he read in her expression.
December 23
Eliza’s fingers. They obscured the view of her right ass cheek, which looked bare, as if her panties had been shoved to one side. She grasped a red plastic ring. Zack couldn’t see enough to figure out what exactly she was holding.
December 24
“Have you figured out your Christmas present yet?” Eliza bounced onto Zack’s bed. Her black T-shirt slipped off one shoulder, revealing a red satin bra strap beneath. “I’m going to give it to you tonight, unless you object.”
Zack drank in the sight of her and opened his closet door. “I’ve been teasing myself all day with the wait.”
“You shouldn’t tease yourself any longer.”
Zack grinned and opened the last window. He was rewarded with a full view of the space between her legs. Eliza’s green panties had indeed been shoved to the left. The green end of a dildo sprouted from her visibly wet cunt, but the red toy in her left hand upstaged even that arousing sight.
The ring she held connected to a string of thick beads, and her prettily shaved asshole stretched to hold the invisible end of the toy. Zack swallowed, his cock rock hard in his pants.
“What exactly is this Christmas present?” he asked carefully.
“Well, the beads are part of it,” Eliza said coyly. “But I thought that after you warm me up with them, you might want the ass, too.”
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Annabeth’s other sexy stories published here on Every Night Erotica can be found here.
Annabeth Leong’s erotica has been featured in Oysters and Chocolate and in Cleis Press’s Girl Crush, Passion, and Lesbian Cops anthologies. Other erotic adventures include technological erotica in Ravenous Romance’s Experimental anthology, an erotic retelling of The Six Swans forthcoming from Coming Together: Neat. You may find Annabeth here: http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/.
2 Comments
Imaginative, fun, above-average work for the genre. =)
Thanks for the kind words!