I let him in and he laughed at me standing there surrounded by recently washed clothes left to dry, whilst I wore just a pair of shorts. He was going Christmas shopping, oh joy. I told him there was no way I was going to go shopping until at least the 23rd and he left promising himself that he wouldn't just buy stuff for himself this time.

Called my ex, but to no avail and then noticed my flatmate's car was missing from outside (I live with a multitude of different people so bare with me when I talk about flatmates!). The paranoia came back from the short vacation it had taken and instilled itself in my head. They were off on a romantic day together! They had gone out for lunch! They were tying each other to the bed and fucking to death! It was just as I convinced myself that they were close friend but nothing more, when my ex rang. She too was going Christmas shopping and told me she would be back by five. With just an element of sarcasm in my voice I asked: "So, is Tom going with you?" She told me that he had been around an hour ago but had gone to work now. She agreed to bring me something back for dinner and we said goodbye. As she hung up I swear I heard another voice…. And the paranoia in my head did a merry little dance around the table…

So I went out doing what usually worked best, pretending that I simply just didn't care if they were together or not, even though I still hoped and thought that they weren't. The University campus was barren, lonely and very, very dead at this time of year and it was good to get off it. Huge empty car parks were everywhere and decorations could be inside some flats, flats that were now completely lifeless. The last of the parties had been thrown and now there were just a few unfortunates left who couldn't get home for Christmas and people like me who would be out of here in the next day or two. With the grayish pink winter sky looming malevolently overhead, I drove of the campus quickly and headed off site. I felt if I looked in my mirror I would see the menacing looking sky fall down on the University, and swallow it whole.

Retail therapy is a great thing and for once, I actually felt comforted by the artificial light of the supermarket. I had barely got out of the fruit and vegatable aisle, when it happened. She rounded the corner and the trolleys collided, a scientist would have been very impressed with the impact if he had a Richter scale handy, as we were both thrown violently to the floor. I got up first and hurried to help her, and then froze; something in me melted. Looking at her made quivering jelly out of all my limbs and I knew I had just felt what I thought was impossible. It was love at first sight. She was a brunette about five foot seven, with the most amazing dark eyes. She wore black figure hugging clothing, the sort that has become so fashionable in wintertime nowadays, and it complemented her amazingly. She had a naughty look about her, but it was balanced with a vulnerability that just made we want to hold her. If this girl was angry with me I thought I would simply die on the spot.

"I'm so sorry, here let me…" "No, my fault I had stuff on my min…" "Don't be silly…" "No really, I wasn't looking…"

This short exchange followed as I helped her to her feet. There was a brief moment where are gazes met and some sort of understanding passed between us and then we both turned away to walk off. As I pushed my trolley away with the smallest steps I could muster I went through all the things I could say to her… my mind in a panic. As it turns out I didn't have to, as a voice behind me quickly said, "Hey, erm.." do you want to go a Christmas party…?

We agreed to meet at her place at nine o'clock. I was glad; I didn't want her to see my place. They say students live in squalor; around Christmas this was very, very true… Yet she kept apologizing for the state her place was in and said we couldn't stop long. When I returned to the graveyard that the Campus had become, Tom was arriving home. Working, my arse! He said he was working off and on all day but how could I believe anything this guy said? He had kissed my ex within five days of us breaking up; I was entitled to a little bit of distrust. I spent the rest of the day moping about the flat, non-stop anticipation running through me. I began getting ready around eight and tried not to overdo it on the after-shave. It was nice to be clean-shaven again after three days of self-pity and minimal effort!

I picked her up and we really didn't stay at her house for very long. She hurried me into the small but cozy lounge and seemed to have closed all the other doors. Not that I was really that concerned with her house. Especially after she had opened the front door and that feeling rushed over me again. She was wearing a dark red velvet dress and make-up that somehow made her face look even more incredible. She had a choker and stockings on that matched the color of the dress. At first I was taken aback, before I realized this was part of that 'thing' that people do at Christmas parties, where they feel obliged to go in semi-fancy dress. I had a shirt on that was quite loud anyway, purple and metallic, so I didn't feel that she would quite outshine me! In the car she explained that she didn't know anyone at this party that well and didn't want to go alone, but this didn't disguise how awkward she felt…, as did I.

The party was in some swing by the time we got there at nine-thirty. As is normal, complete strangers showed their interest in the fashionably late 'couple' and lots of awkward conversations followed. It was at this point she felt uncomfortable too and I felt her hand slowly clasp mine. That feeling ran through me again. This time a second feeling ran with it… I was getting horny. We sat down and welcomed the drinks that would calm our nerves. It was then I realized that I didn't even know her name! When I mentioned this she laughed, what a lovely sound it was, and said, "Oh my God… we don't know each others names do we? I'm Christine…" I told her my name was James and we said all the usual things like, "Oh that’s a nice name, I have a friend called that…” feeling really stupid at being so timid. Suddenly the conversation kicked in and we talked. And talked. And talked. Work, dreams, ambitions, likes, hates, loves everything else came pouring out of our mouths and I think we both understood how the other felt. Then something else happened, something I had never done before. I said I loved her, after knowing her a little over eight hours. She wasn't taken aback… she simply said, "I love you too." Then we kissed, long and deep and meaningful, and the stereo was turned up by someone who had had a little too much to drink. "I wish it could be Christmas everyday!" flooded the room but our attention was focused only on each other; we knew we had to leave. The taxi seemed to take an eternity to arrive and it was hard to abate our passion as we sat in the back seat; so we didn't! The ice on the roads outside would have been melted by what was going on in that cab. We kissed and fondled each other and almost went for the full thing, but we felt for the cabbie, so we didn't. As I paid him he said thank-you sheepishly, although I think he appreciated the tip.

We were on beautiful Christine's bed within minutes. The first bout of lovemaking was over quickly. We were so lusty that I just spread her legs and fucked her for all I was worth, kissing her and feeling her breasts with the same intensity. She moaned and writhed, still wearing her outfit, minus the knickers. As I exploded I thrust forward and held her in my arms and she gripped back, tighter. Then we just stared at each other and lay there panting. She crawled out of the bed, which was soaked through, and put Deuce Bungalow into the video player in her room. Not a great film but so funny in places. Not that it mattered we only watched it for ten minutes or so. Just as a ‘mongrel’ Koi carp was attacking Rob Schneider, she got up and opened her wardrobe. My eyes bulged… that was, and is, the kinkiest collection I have ever seen. "What takes your fancy?" She asked coolly. Within minutes she changed into a PVC outfit and tied me to the bed. She then spent half an hour teasing me with her mouth, pussy and the biggest whip you have ever seen. She blindfolded me and sat on my face, but I felt completely at ease with her. It was at this point that I was glad I had bothered with protection earlier…

After sending her to quivering orgasm, while she playfully slapped my balls, she slid down my chest leaving her wetness all down my front. She removed the blindfold and untied my hands but not my feet. I held on to the shiny legs that straddled me as I shook with excitement. Never would have thought she owned thigh-high boots like that when I met her in the supermarket…She leaned forward and whispered: "fuck me!" She raised herself up and came back down on my shaft. I realized this was unprotected and as I raised my hands she cuffed them. I half-heartedly protested and she told me she was on the pill and no, she didn't have anything. "Trust me baby…you'll enjoy it more." And I did. She gave me no choice but to cum in her; I couldn't resist anything about her. She was just so perfect. When I was empty and she sat there trembling I could have stayed there forever. Christine had other plans. She laid on my chest for a few minutes and her saucy little mouth said: "Role reversal…"

The next game had me 'in charge'. I got dressed and she went to change… into a school uniform. When she got back she could have passed for a sixteen year old, she no longer looked twenty-one. We knew how excited the other was getting as I pretended to introduce her to the forbidden pleasures, after being a 'bad girl.' As I fingered her pussy I rubbed myself as well. Suddenly the sight of her all tied up and writhing around was too much and I ejaculated two foot in front of me. I got cum all over her, her legs, her uniform, and her face. Just as I was about to apologize, she licked the cum near her mouth and said, "No sir don't stop…" So I carried on playing with her clitoris until that shudder ran through her body and she couldn't take any more. Then I collapsed on her and we both fell asleep as Deuce was doing battle with another 'man-whore' on the television.