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Twinkle Story - Simon - 11-20-2025
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I huffed and screamed in rage as I threw the string of lights across the room to where they puttered like hail against the wall. “Why did I decide to do this?”
I drew a deep breath, balling my fists against my hips as I glanced around the room at the decorations, knowing full well why I decided to do it. It was a big middle finger to my ex, Damian, who’d never let me decorate the place with more than a couple of ever-so-slightly festive ornaments along the mantelpiece in the six years we were together. According to Damian, Christmas was for kids. Well, if I wanted to be a kid I would, and he no longer had any way of stopping me. Let Sandra from accounts deal with his bullshit Christmas aversion this year.
Puffing out my breath felt good. “Just forget the lights,” I told myself out loud. “The rest looks good.”
It was a lie. I mean, the rest did look good, but without the lights it was missing something. It was missing that magic, the thing that made you think as a kid that anything was possible at this time of year.
But try as I might, the lights just wouldn’t seem to go on the tree in any sort of balanced way. I either ended up with too many left over, or with too much empty space. It shouldn’t have frustrated me the way it did, to be honest, but it was what it meant. It was what it represented.
With a sigh, I wandered over to where they had landed and stared down at my handiwork. My tantrum had resulted in at least two broken bulbs that I could see, and that wasn’t going to help anything.
The knock at the door made me jump, but I wasn’t upset at the interruption. I wandered out into the hall and knew who it was by the shape of her silhouette before I even pulled the door open.
“Alex-”
She cut me off with a kiss on my lips, grabbing my shoulders and turning me as she twirled by. “You’ll never guess who I’ve just seen in town.” She paused to look down. “Hey, Sarge, how are you today?” She made kissy noises at my cat, Sargent Pepper, and I chuckled, shaking my head. He nuzzled his face into her hand and started to purr.
“Well?”
“Well, what?” She turned and held out a paper bag. “Lipstick, nail polish and brand new lingerie. A gift from me to you. I thought about getting you a dildo too, to help with some female masturbation” she giggled “but then I decided instead we’re going out tonight and you’re going to get laid.”
I shook my head. “Who did you see in town, Alexis?”
“Oh!” She grinned. “That bitch, Sandra. Don’t worry, I slipped a used tampon into her handbag.”
“You didn’t!”
“No, I didn’t, because I didn’t have one. But I thought about it.” She opened the door to the living room and then paused. “You do know it’s only the beginning of November, right?”
“It’s the tenth!”
She turned back to face me, raising her eyebrows. “Right, like I said, the beginning of November. You bring a guy back here, sweetie, and he’s going to run a mile. That’s just me being honest. Unless you have a kinky little elf costume to throw on?” She paused. “Didn’t think so. Take them down, Em.”
“No.”
“Do it!”
“I said no and I meant it.” I set my jaw as I stared her down and she narrowed her eyes.
“OK, your house, your rules I guess.” She shrugged and huffed, wandering into the living room and looking around her pointedly as I followed behind. “But now you’re going to tell me what this is about. And then I’m going to get you to put these on.” She held up the bag for effect.
“Don’t be mean to Sandra. She didn’t cheat on me, Damian did.”
“Well, that’s a very grown-up attitude.” Alexis rolled her eyes as she dropped into the armchair. “But you’re not getting out of this. Spill.”
I put a fist on my hip, but it was clear this was only going to go one way.
“Damian hates Christmas.”
Alexis laughed at first, then her face fell. “Oh, come on, nobody hates Christmas.”
“He does. I’m not joking. He never let me decorate the place. It’s not that he’s religious, or anti-religious or anything like that. He just hates it.”
“So all this is…?”
I nodded. “A big ‘fuck you’ to the man who broke my heart.” I caught my breath. That was the first time I’d admitted it, even to myself. He’d broken my heart. As much as I hated him, I couldn’t get away from that pain.
Alexis watched me, and I think it was the first time I really saw her. There she was, a beautiful girl in her mid-twenties, and I was lucky to have her in my life. I mean, sure, I’d had my thirtieth birthday this year. I’d been in a relationship for six years, married for four. I had no real skills, no real prospects. But I had Alexis. She was clearly sticking by me. She was going to help.
I felt the tears start to run down my cheeks, and quickly raised a hand to wipe them away.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry.” Alexis jumped up from the chair and rushed over to me, but I put my arm out to stop her.
“It’s OK, I’m being stupid.”
“No, you’re not. I am. I shouldn’t have pushed. I’m sorry. Hey, if you want Christmas decorations in fucking July you should just go for it, Em. I’ll even come round here and help.”
I choked on a laugh and put an arm around her, pulling her in close, and that was when she kissed me.
At first I hardly even realised what was happening. Her lips were pressed against mine so gently it didn’t feel real, her understated perfume drifting to my nose as I inhaled, closing my eyes at the warmth and comfort she was offering. I felt her tense and rise to my height, the contours of her body settling against my own as I heard the gentle moan that dropped from her throat.
Perhaps if her hand hadn’t drifted down to the small of my back, settling above my ass and making me quiver, I wouldn’t have pulled away like I did. I stepped back more to settle my own mind, to work out what had happened, but Alexis immediately started to panic. I saw it cross her face, her eyes going wide, the blush rising from her throat to her cheeks as she stammered her words.
“I…Em, I don’t…sorry…sorry…I have to…”
I’d never seen my friend so upset and I didn’t know what to do. I shook my head, wanting to tell her it was all right, that I was just startled, but she took it as something else. Tears brimmed in her eyes and when I took a step forward she darted around me, heading for the door.
“Alexis, wait!” I called after her, but she was gone.
***
After Alexis had gone, I found the bag she’d left for me. Pale red lipstick and sparkly nail polish weren’t off-brand for me. I was surprised she hadn’t gone for something more outrageous, something that I would balk at before reluctantly agreeing to just to please her. And I would, because pleasing Alexis meant everything to me.
That realisation shocked me. Alexis had been living next door to me for three years, and despite all our differences we’d quickly become close, but until now I hadn’t fully realised just how close. I mean, what did I have to offer someone like her? She was younger, less settled, more adventurous. Her last holiday had been white water rafting in Canada and I knew that she’d spent time as a volunteer overseas, giving medical treatment to families displaced by war. There hadn’t been a permanent boyfriend the whole time I’d known her, and she never spoke about any before that. I knew she went clubbing, I’d seen men leaving her house in the morning with that dishevelled, just had sex look about them.
Me, on the other hand… I was a sensible housewife.
Was.
What even was I now? I didn’t have a job, I didn’t have any kids, I didn’t have a life of my own to tell the truth. What did I have? A living room filled with decorations and a best friend who just ran out on me in tears because I couldn’t find the words to tell her everything was OK.
Reaching my hand back into the paper bag, I found the lingerie she’d mentioned. And when I pulled them out my mouth went dry.
She’d bought the blue bra and panties with me in mind. Had she pictured me wearing them?
The thought came suddenly and I shivered involuntarily at the idea. I traced a finger along the raised pattern on the soft cups and the front panel of the thong, imagining Alexis doing the same when she picked them out. Exactly my size. She’d paid that much attention. I thought about all the times we’d been alone together, too many to even count, and started picking apart what had been said, looking for clues that she felt this way, fingering the lingerie she’d bought with my heart pounding. It was stunning. Beautiful.
Did she see me as beautiful?
I realised that I was squeezing my thighs together while I thought about her. As my mind wandered over ideas of us being more than we were, more than just friends, I was starting to tingle, starting to tense. My nipples were firm, pressing out against the thin fabric of my top, and when I reached down, beneath my skirt, my fingers came away damp with my own fluids.
Alexis was undoubtedly more sexually experienced than me, but had she ever been with a woman?
I glanced over to where the discarded lights lay broken and forgotten by the door, and all I could think about was my friend. Did she think I’d abandoned her too?
***
I stood at the door to her house, wrapped in an overcoat, glancing around me to check that nobody was looking. I’d already knocked twice, but I knew she was inside and I wasn’t about to leave. If I left things as they were I might never see her again, and above anything else, I couldn’t imagine a future that didn’t include my best friend in the world.
“Please leave me alone.” Her voice was faint, as if it was coming through two doors. Was she that afraid of me? “Em, I don’t know what came over me.”
“Are you saying you didn’t mean it?”
“Yes… No… I don’t know.”
“It’s really difficult to talk to you like this.” I fumbled with the belt on the coat, checking it was tight. “Alexis, please. Everything is going to be fine. I…” I took a deep breath and lowered my voice. “I liked it.”
There was no answer, and I wondered if she might think I was lying, that I was trying to placate her. Then I heard movement and a moment later her silhouette appeared through the glass.
“Say that again.”
“I said I liked it, Alexis. It just took me by surprise. But I liked it. I like you.”
There was a click as the key turned in the other side of the door, and then she pulled it open. I held out the broken string of lights.
“I’ve got more. You said you’d help.”
Her eyes were red and teary, but she laughed and nodded. “I did.”
“Also,” I whispered. “There’s this.”
Untying my coat was scary. Any of our neighbours could have been looking out of an upstairs window and seen what was underneath. Nothing but the blue lingerie she’d bought me. The bra cupped my breasts perfectly, holding them out like an offering to her, the panties shaping my hips and pelvis, pointing the way down between my thighs.
Alexis’ jaw actually dropped open, like those cartoon characters, and I felt a shiver course through my spine. I half expected her tongue to loll out, but what I got instead was much better. She reached out a tentative hand and traced a fingertip down my body, starting just under the curve of my breasts and continuing around my belly, down to the waistband of the panties.
“How are you so perfect?” Her eyes darted back up to meet mine, and I slowly pulled the coat back around me, tying it at the waist. “Are you sure about this?”
I shrugged. “I need your help with the lights.”
Alexis laughed and I grinned as I took her hand, pulling her out onto the step. She reached out behind her and closed her door, and we made our way back to my house.
***
I discarded my coat as soon as we entered, casting it aside and forgetting it was ever there. As we ascended the stairs, I stripped her eagerly. Alexis was gorgeous, her smooth skin prickling with nervous gooseflesh as I divested her of her loose dress, sliding it up over her head as we stumbled up the steps. We were laughing and struggling to keep our hands off each other as she kicked off her shoes. Her hips were wide and shapely, her waist narrow, which seemed to accentuate the roundness of her breasts. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached a hand around her waist and pulled her close, tentatively brushing my lips against hers, our tongues darting out for the briefest touch as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” I admitted.
Alexis shook her head, glancing down as her fingers danced over my nipples, pressing out through the soft bra. “You could never disappoint me. I want you.”
I took her wrist in my hand, pressing it harder against my breast as I leaned forward and placed a firmer kiss on her lips. She opened her mouth to me, snatching heavy breaths as our tongues tangled with each other in the warmth between our mouths. Her moans of pleasure dampened my panties, making me squirm as we scrambled the last few steps and fell together into the bedroom.
Her eyes lit up when she saw what I’d done. Fairy lights were scattered everywhere. I hadn’t even realised how many I’d collected over the years, forbidden from actually putting them up, until I started decorating the room for her. For us. They covered the floor, the dressing table and the bed. We had to pick our way through, she kept her eyes on mine, our hands moving over each other’s bodies as we made our way to lay on the bed among strings of lights.
Alexis was unstoppable. No sooner had we lain down together than her fingers were tracing the pattern along the top edge of my bra, fingertips sliding underneath and inching the fabric down, exposing my soft flesh, her eyes wide, lips glistening. She smiled as she pulled the bra cup down over my nipple, immediately grasping it between her fingers and making me mewl and squirm as she rolled the hard peak.
“These were supposed to be to help you get laid,” she whispered, leaning in to take my nipple in her mouth, gently running her tongue around it.
“Seems like they worked,” I replied. “Do you like them?”
“Very much. I’ll like them more when they’re crumpled in a heap on the floor.”
She moved from one nipple to the other, and I arched my back with pleasure, reaching up to grip the headboard as twinkle lights dug into my bare flesh. Alexis’ hand moved down over my stomach and slid under the waistband of my panties, stretching them as her fingers teased the little patch of hair and continued down between my legs, brushing my pussy lips and my swollen clitoris.
I cried out, unable to hold back. “Alexis, please!” My hips rolled as I tried to move myself against her fingers, but she was in control. She grinned and stroked me slowly, gently, building the need within me as my juices steadily trickled.
“Please, what?”
I laughed, leaning my head forward as I panted, hoping for a kiss. “I don’t know.”
She smiled and licked her lips, then brought her fingers to her face. As I watched her taste me, I reached a hand between her legs and she eagerly opened them to give me access. My fingers found her pussy as she leaned forward and put her hand to my mouth. As I stroked her, I opened to let her put her fingers between my lips, tasting the sweet flavour of my own release.
It was her turn to lose control, closing her eyes as she gasped and panted, undulating against my movements. Her fingers trailed down my body, tickling my flesh and making me squirm until they found my warm opening once again and slid inside. We moved together, fingers sliding back and forth along each other’s lips, caressing, stimulating. I slipped two fingertips inside her and rubbed my palm against her hot nub, making her bleat and rock against me, her hand moving faster between my legs as she drew nearer to the edge.
I arched back and felt her lips at my throat, tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh, bringing me close to my own orgasm. My nipples were tight, aching; every time they touched Alexis it sent spasms of pleasure directly into my brain.
My climax hit first. I felt it slam into me like a storm wave crashing against rocks, obliterating my vision as I gasped and shrieked and trembled, arching back until my body simply wouldn’t flex any further. Alexis continued to work my pussy through it, even as my own arms flailed and I grasped handfuls of bedclothes and fairy lights. As soon as I started to calm, I reached out and wrapped a hand around her neck, drawing her in for a kiss.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“You think that’s it? You’re too used to men.”
She didn’t even waste a moment. While I sweated and tried to bring my breathing under control, Alexis moved down the bed, brushing lights aside as she gripped my knees and pulled my legs wider. I knew what was about to happen, and every inch of my body tingled with excitement. What would it feel like? How would I react?
I didn’t have to wait long. Her head dove between my legs and I felt her tongue on my tender lips, her hair settling against my lower abdomen. Her mouth moved against my labia, a fingertip dancing in my soaked hole as she lapped at my ruined clit, quickly bringing it back to a knife edge so that I had to fight the urge to collapse in another orgasm so soon after the first.
The sound of her moans, and the sticky wet noise of her movements joined with my own gasps and mewls as I tossed my head back and forth, struggling to keep control. It was as if Alexis had all the time in the world. Her movements stayed steady, gentle licks and caresses building the tension inside me to breaking point.
With a scream, I tumbled over into another orgasm, kicking out and squirming. I reached down over my body and gripped her head, tangling my fingers into her hair as she continued lapping at my slit. I felt the juice gush from my pussy, and the thought that she was taking it all only added to the crescendo of sensation.
I rocked and spasmed, shouting her name, and God’s name, and other wordless cries of need. My eyes squeezed shut and I tensed my stomach, squeezing more liquid from my body. As my senses returned, I heard Alexis’ giggles in my ear and felt her hand on my chest, swirling a fingertip around my nipple.
“You liked that, huh?”
I nodded and tried to answer, but no words would come.
“I’ll give you a moment,” she whispered. “Then how about we begin round two?”