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  “So, Daniel and Phil tell me you taste good. Maybe I should find out for myself.” I felt his tongue slide up and down over my wet slit. His teasing strokes avoided my clit each time, despite my efforts to move him closer with my hips. He stayed one step ahead of me, making all my squirming worthless. Finally, he took pity on me and wrapped his lips around my clit. He sucked hard, drawing it into his mouth. Moaning into the darkness, I could again hear the Christmas carols filling the rooms below us. His fingers were back in my cunt, working in a steady rhythm with his tongue. I was practically weeping from the pleasure, my body unable to take much more. The noises from my throat were foreign even to my ears—the sounds of pure need.

  “Now, there is a sound I didn’t hear when Daniel and Phil were fucking you.”

  “James, please. I need you to fuck me. I need to come. I want you to fuck me. Please. I need you.”

  He moved up next to me again, letting my hands free from their bondage. I reached out for him, but he took my hands between his, rubbing them to warm them up. He moved over me, pressing my hands back to the mattress. I could feel his cock against my wet pussy. I tried to move him inside me, but again he evaded me.

  “Say it again. Tell me, Sarah.”

  “I need you to fuck me, James. I can’t take it longer. I need to feel your cock inside me. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

  His smile disappeared and his hands released mine. I don’t know where the condom came from, or how he got it on so quickly, but the next thing I felt was his cock teasing me open. Slowly, so damned slowly, he slid inside me. I couldn’t do anything but feel him; nothing else was getting through. All my senses were concentrated on his cock sliding into my cunt. Nothing I had imagined all these years could have prepared me for how it felt to finally have James inside of me.

  “Was it worth the wait, Sarah?”

  “Yes. Oh God, James. Yes.”

  I was babbling as he fucked me, my legs wrapped around his body. I moved with him, letting him take me, my body offering up no resistance. I knew I wouldn’t last very long with my body so overloaded with sensation. With every slow, deliberate thrust, I could feel my body rushing closer and closer to orgasm. James grunted in my ear, his own pleasure evident, his cool exterior crumbling under the strain. I felt full, stretched; my whole body felt like it was pushed to its limit. James swiveled his hips, grinding my clit against him before thrusting into me harder and deeper.

  “Come for me, Sarah. I want you to come.”

  Everything started to break apart, my mind falling to pieces as my body tightened under his weight. My pussy started to quake, pleasure bordering on pain shooting all through my body. I felt like I was being pulled apart by the joy of it all, his cock drawing every last ounce of feeling out of my body. I couldn’t think or breathe. All I could do was come and seemed like it would never stop, wave after wave coursing through me until I felt James drive into me harder, matching my climax with his own. It was so perfect, so sublime, I could hardly believe it was real.

  Reality was slow to return. The last strains of Silent Night brought both of us back to Earth. James rolled from my body and lay next to me, his strong arms refusing to let me go.

  “Oh, God. Sarah. Tell me I won’t have to wait another year for that.”

  “I think I’m done with Christmas Eve parties. Let’s leave it to the next group of pipers.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  He kissed me, just as The Twelve Days of Christmas began playing. Looking at the clock, I realized it was after midnight.

  “Merry Christmas, James.”

  “Merry Christmas, Sarah.”

  Twelve Drummers Drumming

  by C. Margery Kempe

  “A ticket?” Gabriele asked, peering up from the envelope in her hands and cocking an eyebrow.

  “Happy Christmas!” Nico grinned widely. When he noticed she only looked puzzled, he sighed. “For the concert today. My percussion ensemble!”

  “Ah.” Gabriele meant to say more, but she was stuck. “Thanks,” she finally managed. “I’m sure it will be great.”

  If she had to be honest, all the percussion ensemble had done in the two months they’d been going out was ensure that Nico was never free on Thursdays. It continued to be girls’ night out for her. However, when Gabriele stumbled home late, Nico was usually ready to help her finish the evening right. So she didn’t completely mind the rehearsal sessions, but she couldn’t really imagine a whole concert of nothing but drums.

  Nico, however, was unable to hide his excitement. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up to twirl her in a circle. Once again, Gabriele marveled at the strength in his arms. Guess all that stick work was good for the biceps. “You’re going to love it!”

  Gabriele wasn’t too sure, but when they headed over to the performance hall still giddy from their hasty lovemaking among the ribbons and wrapping paper of her tiny living room, she was more than willing to take it on faith. Nico’s enthusiasm about everything was contagious. He saw her to her seat, gave her a big kiss, then hopped up on stage and disappeared. Gabriele pulled out her mobile to do a little surreptitious texting while waiting, replying to her mother’s queries about when they were going to get there for dinner and her best gal Zena’s asking about Nico’s gift.

  The lights came down and the somewhat sparse crowd quieted. Gabriele watched as the curtains parted to reveal a stage lit with red and green, a tiny Charlie Brown-like Christmas tree at its center. A small boy stepped out from behind it, playing a simple tattoo on a toy drum. The audience applauded, including a few audible “awwws!” Gabriele smiled, too. The boy looked up expectantly. All at once, a thunderous assault began.

  The drummers had arrived.

  They entered the stage in two lines, one from each side. Gabriele saw Nico at the end of the line on the right. His face looked uncharacteristically serious, which made her smile. The two lines crossed and split, forming a rectangle as they continued to play. The thumping rhythm filled the air and even rattled the chair Gabriele sat in with its vibrations.

  It was not an unpleasant feeling. Gabriele felt herself loosening up as she listened. The assault was not the violent cacophony she had anticipated, but more like a vigorous massage. As soon as the thought struck her, she smiled. This was much better than she’d expected. The drummers completed the opening song with a quick sequence of final beats and the crowd burst into enthusiastic applause, which Gabriele joined.

  The second song began with a slow cadence echoing between two of the drummers, one of which was Nico, the other his friend, Jonathan, the guy with the massive shoulders whom she’d met once or twice before. Gabriele found herself fascinated with the exchange. Gradually additional beats and drummers were added until the hall rang with the pummeling of the drums. Her whole body thrummed in rhythm. She closed her eyes to better soak in the sensation. The seat buzzed underneath her, and her thighs pulsated along with each drumbeat. It was actually a bit delicious, Gabriele thought. She wiggled in her chair. “My my,” she murmured as she quietly cleared her throat.

  Gabriele looked around. There was no one sitting nearby. It was kind of dark in the audience, too. Feeling like a teenager, she moved her coat from the seat next to her onto her lap and slipped one hand beneath it. Her fingers strummed her thigh, feeling the beat concuss across the skin. Gabriele let her index finger slide down the seam of her jeans at her crotch and felt an electric thrill jump up from below.

  She couldn’t help letting her eyes swivel left and right and back again before letting her hand slip up once more to unbutton her trousers and slide the zipper down. She allowed her hand to wander down toward the massive heat rising from her groin. The hairs of her mound were itching with excitement. She tapped her clit, which sent a shiver up her belly.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this, Gabriele thought, letting her gaze sweep from side to side again, then closing her eyes as she gave in to the lure of the pounding rhythms. Her finger probed lower, finding honey flow
ing. She couldn’t help a sigh as it slipped between her lips. The pounding of the drums echoed as vibrations in her skin and Gabriele enjoyed the sensation, keeping her finger still as the flesh vibrated around it. The beginnings of an orgasm were already gathering. She could feel the familiar tickle in her thighs.

  Suddenly the pounding reached a crescendo and stopped abruptly. Gabriele’s eyes popped open with disappointment. She did not join in the applause, instead waiting impatiently for the music to begin again. On stage, the musicians had rolled out a large timpani. Gabriele grinned. Around the mammoth drum, four drummers waited, poised for the first beat. Behind it stood a redhaired woman, mallets in her hands. Without warning she deftly brought them down with a deep, loud boom that seemed to shake the room to its foundation. It was quickly followed with a rumbling roll across the broad surface of the giant kettle. Gabriele wiggled her finger and felt the drum roll repeat in the vibrations of her wet lips. It wasn’t going to take much to make her come now, she thought as the four drummers added their pulse to the mix.

  Even as the thought rose up, Gabriele could feel the mouth of her cunt pulsate with the same beat and she was coming, rocking to each thumping of the drum heads, her breath catching in the din of the auditorium, grateful that no one could hear, assuming that no one would see—or that they would mistake the source of her ecstasy. Gradually the reverberations inside her subsided. Surreptitiously, Gabriele rebuttoned her jeans, but she could not resist putting her finger to her other lips and tasting her wetness, sweet and tangy.

  It was good, but it wasn’t enough. As the thudding blows filled the air, Gabriele began to imagine another possibility for this Christmas afternoon. All kinds of presents, yes, that’s what they needed. A private concert would be just the thing.

  When the last of the applause for the last number faded away—it had been a wild ride of percussion and marimba as well as the drums—Gabriele got up and found her way backstage. Still feeling full of bliss and weak in the knees, she knew she had a silly grin plastered across her face, but it was the holidays. People were supposed to be in good moods.

  She ran into the redhead who had played the timpani. “I’m looking for Nico. Have you seen him? By the way, I loved your performance. That was amazing.”

  The woman smiled. “Thanks so much. It’s always a thrill to play that. My skin always vibrates for hours afterwards.”

  “Not a bad thing,” said Gabriele, thinking of her own pleasure in the performance.

  The redhead grinned. She seemed to share some of that pleasure in the pulsating beat. “No, not at all. One of the reasons I love to play.”

  “I’m beginning to understand that,” Gabriele said, then followed the directions the woman offered to the green room, where Nico and Jonathan were stowing the last of the drums. Gabriele watched the play of muscles in his arms and back as Nico lifted a case back onto a high shelf. The tingle of her orgasm lingered, as if carried on the beats no longer audible in the hall.

  “Hey, Gabriele,” Nico called out when he finally saw her standing there admiring him. “We’ll be done in no time at all. Just got to get these last few put away. This is Jonathan, by the way,” he added, nodding to his companion.

  ”Yes, Jonathan, we’ve met before,” Gabriele said, although she only had eyes for Nico. “Hey, before you put that last one away, can you show me how you play it? I mean—” Oh boy, did that sound stupid. How do you play? Hit drum with stick!

  But Nico sensed she meant more. “You want to feel what it’s like to play one? Sure! C’mere.” Nico held the drum before him and looped a sort of strap around her shoulders. The big drum rested against her hips. Gabriele ran her hands around the edges, feeling the tautness of the head.

  “Ready?” Nico asked as he picked up a pair of sticks. When she nodded, he brought them down striking a glancing blow upon the drumhead in a quick repeating triplet pattern. Gabriele could feel the strikes echo through the drum and pulsate through her body. She closed her eyes to revel in the sensation. When Nico stopped after a long drum roll, she was disappointed, but she could tell that her skin was rosy with suppressed excitement.

  It felt so good!

  “Hey, I gotta get going,” Jonathan offered after an awkward moment of silence as Nico’s gaze took in the pink flush of her skin. She was afraid Jonathan saw it too, as he looked a little embarrassed as well, hiding a quick grin with a cough. He grabbed his big black bag and swung it over his shoulder.

  “That’s all right,” Nico said quickly. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

  Jonathan waved as he left the room, but neither of them noticed. “Shall I play a little more?” Nico asked her with a wicked grin.

  “Yes, please,” Gabriele answered, her voice an octave lower than usual, already wet between her legs and conscious of the weight of the drum, the pull of the harness over her shoulder and its pressure on her tender nipple.

  Nico looked right into her eyes as he began to play the drum. At first the rhythm was simple and slow. In her head it sounded like “one potato, two potato,” but the thump of the drum at her hips vibrated through her whole body. Nico’s drumming picked up speed and each blow pounded her flesh as it beat the head of the drum. Without realizing it, Gabriele began to rock to the beat, enjoying the thrumming repeated by each nerve in her body.

  “I didn’t know you dug the rhythm so much, honey,” Nico said, his eyes bright with excitement.

  “Neither did I,” Gabriele admitted. “Show me more.”

  “How does it make you feel, Gabriele?” Nico asked, moving closer as if to gauge her reactions more carefully.

  “It makes me feel like I might come just from the throbbing of the beat,” she said without hesitation. “Is that how you feel playing?”

  Nico grinned again. “Sometimes, sometimes. Not as much as right now.” He reached up to stroke her neck with his drumstick, flipping her hair away from her shoulders. Then he reached down to run his thumb across her very erect nipple. They both leaned over the drum to kiss, Nico thrusting his tongue into her mouth eagerly, burrowing his hands into her hair, but not letting go of the drumsticks.

  “You wanna learn to play?” he asked when they finally came up for air.

  “Uh huh,” Gabriele said, not trusting her voice beyond those simple syllables. She reached up to caress her own breasts, feeling the nipples harden again. The throbbing in her clit was unbearably delicious, but she sensed Nico wanted to play a bit before he would satisfy her.

  Nico tapped a little tattoo, but then walked around behind her. “Let me show you how it’s done,” he whispered in her ear, his voice husky. He slipped his arms around hers and snuggled up against her backside. He pressed tightly against her so she could feel the hardness of his erection.

  This is turning him on as much as it is me, Gabriele thought and smiled to herself.

  Before he started to play, he cupped her breasts, tilting the sticks to rub against her straining nipples. Gabriele groaned. The suspense was terrible, but she hoped it would last a while yet. Finally, Nico decided to let go of her breasts to tap out a bouncing rhythm, accompanying it with the grinding of his pelvis into her back. Gabriele rested her hands on the sides of the drum and let the pulsating strikes jut through her. Nico thrust against her from behind and the drum thrummed against her thighs like a second lover enveloping her in his embrace. Her whole body sang with pleasure.

  Before long, Nico shifted both drumsticks to his left hand, continuing to play as he slipped his other hand down the front of her jeans, releasing the buttons as it headed south. A small squeak escaped from Gabriele’s mouth, perhaps meant as a protest, but she could think of nothing but the relief that hand would bring to her swollen lips and pulsating clit. A charge went through her as his finger circled round the little fleshy button. Her legs trembled as his finger plunged into her wet cunt and she cried out, coming at once, with the beat still echoing in her nerves. Nico’s hard dick pressed into her back. The drum thumped against his hand and her hi
ps. Gabriele shuddered with the last pulse of her orgasm and sighed happily.

  Nico pulled his hand out of her pants and reached to loosen his own zipper. “What if someone comes?” Gabriele whispered fiercely.

  “Oh, someone’s going to come all right,” Nico rumbled in her ear and she felt her body stiffen with excitement. She heard the sound of his pants slipping to the floor, then his hot hands were easing down her jeans even as she thought, we shouldn’t do this, not here. But her pants were down and he stepped forward to thrust his hot dick between her legs, sliding it back and forth just a little as if he were warming it up, although he was already on fire.

  Then he started playing again. Gabriele gave up trying to guess his next move and surrendered herself to the rhythm. They swayed together as he drummed, each beat reverberating through the hard cock between her thighs. She had never experienced anything quite like it: the pounding of the beat, the throbbing between her thighs, the hunger that made her lips try to grasp at his length. Gabriele longed to have him inside, thumping her and not the drum skin, but he was determined to make her wait. He had a plan in mind. So she let the drum rock against her hips and his dick torture her clit, closing her eyes to enjoy the experience.

  “I think I’m going to come anyway,” she warned Nico, although this was clearly not his intention. He paused in his playing and began to slip out from between her legs, stopping only for a second to thrust up into her dripping cunt, making Gabriele gasp with surprise and pleasure. But it wasn’t going to last. Nico withdrew just as suddenly and Gabriele staggered forward, led by the weight of the drum. Nico grabbed her around the waist to hold her up, his erection tucked into the crack of her ass.

  “Now what, lover?” Gabriele asked in a voice barely above a whisper. She turned around to see Nico’s grin. He stepped out of his pants and took her hand, pulling her to do the same, relieved her of the tenor drum, then led her over to the big kettle drum, which still sat in the middle of the room.