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Synthetic Snow and Mistletoe
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She likes this apparently because her hands drift lower and I gaze up at her with a sumptuous grin. Glancing around to make sure there are no lurkers in the yard I carefully motion us forward so that she’s against the blue siding of the house and my hands are precariously close to finding out if Shane’s wearing a bra or not. What? I was doing so well, and she’s just irresistible. As we’re going along, grinning, kissing, touching, whispering naughty words to one another a pertinent clearing of throat catches me in my action. Well, safe to say Shane is not wearing a bra.
I whip around like my hands were just in the cookie jar before dinner and all is revealed. It’s Bette. I’m relieved though stiflingly embarassed. Her hand is over her eyes though, shading from perhaps the sun or perhaps the fact that Shane and I were well on the way to third base. I mutter a ‘*****’ and fasten the button on my jeans before zippering my jacket once more. I look to Shane who is laughing hysterically, one hand moving to press against the small of my back.
“Shane, Carmen, hello, just the people I was hoping to see.” Bette far surpasses any woman I know by means of class. Despite what she just saw her smile is bright and her hands are slipped inside of her Dolce & Gabbana trousers just enough so that her thumbs peek out.
“Hey Bette,” Shane says and hops down the few steps down porch and onto the walkway. She embraces her neighbor and stands aside, motioning me down. I walk down the stairs as well and Bette grins brightly.
“So nice to see you again,” She says before looking to us both.
“You too!” I chirp, feeling still like an idiot and sure that my cheeks are ignited in rosy reminder.
She chuckles some and then gets straight to business, looking more like she was there from the IRS or something, with her pressed silk blouse, smattering of jewelry, and shiny Italian boots. I feel inferior in my jeans and track jacket. She inspires me to shower when I get home.
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That’s so sweet. Continue please.
I love how this story has Carmen in the first person narrative. It is so sweet to have Carmen’s viewpoint for once. I totally love it… GREAT JOB!
I agree with the privious posters, I really like that this story is being told by Carmen. I love Christmas and this story is perfect.You’re a really special fanfic writter. Thank you for these stories and please post soon:)
omg this story is so awsm!! plz continue with this its about time there was a sharmen fic that had a light mood…thanx for this n plz try to post more!!!
Enjoyed this, I’m glad Carmens family already know about her being gay, Shane should be able to enjoy Christmas w/o pretense. Post soon.
This story is so beautiful. It really fits the mood ( it’s snowing outside). Please update soon, this past week. I keep coming back to see if you updated. So please update.:)
sweet..I like it!continue soon!
first time i’ve read your stuff and i really like it. great description of bette which melted my heart !
I’m gonna throw in my two cents or whatever about this too: I love this! Very nice beginning. Exellent descriptions and thoughts and plot. And your Carmen is really sweet, thinking about people like Shane who don’t have any family and most likely spend Christmas alone, which is sad, and well aww :) I love how she persuaded Shane to come to her family’s party. I really love this, and I hope you update soon. :D