EroticReverie

Kristoffer Cole Frost 

My phone pings as I sit in traffic on the mountain. The snowfall has everyone driving like they’ve never seen a snow flake in their entire life. At a stand still I pick up my cellphone and look down at a text from my brother Jack. 

“Your girl is in town.”  

I read the words. They take a second to register. My girl? Who the hell is my girl? Then it hits me. I grit my teeth. 

“You mean Satans mistress?” I type back. 

My brother replies. “I think you mean Santa’s mistress.” 

“Wasn’t a typo. I know what I said.” I reply. 

He replies with no less then a dozen laughing emojis along with Santa emojis. I roll my eyes. 

When I was five years old , we got new neighbors , that were just as obsessed with Christmas as my parents were. Oh the fucking joy they had over meeting a couple who had also decided to ruin their children’s lives by giving them Christmas themed names. 

Eighteen years ago, the Snow family moved in next door to us. Samuel and Corrine Snow and their two daughters. Their youngest Merry Joy Snow, who was my brothers current fiancé much to our parents delight. And then there was their oldest , Satans mistress and pain in my ass. Ginger Noelle Snow. While my brother Jack and Merry got along like two peas in a pod, me and Ginger. Did not. I can’t put ALL the blame on her of course. I teased her as relentlessly as she had teased me. But when we got older and girls no longer had cooties, I had become quite the fan of her. But I’d never admit it. Because she was also still a pain in my ass, and at times a pain in my balls. Ginger Noelle was A Christmas loving succubus that flirted with every guy but me. Of course I was jealous. Again, not that I’d ever tell her or anyone else that. My annoyance with her was also laced with a secret longing to taste that fucking mouth of hers. That. God. Damn. Mouth. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it ever since the day she left town for college. 

I stalked that mouth via Instagram and her socials. Ginger left to become an actress, and ended up being a social media influencer instead. I couldn’t even pin down one certain thing she was influencing. Her pages and media were pure chaos of different brands and shit she was advertising for. Her latest post was her in a red and white striped candy cane bikini and a Santa hat by her Christmas tree , holding a bottle of some kind of Gingerbread flavored coffee. Sex sells. And Gingers face   , legs , hips,  flat stomach and big gorgeous tits could probably up sewage flavored coffee sales by five hundred percent if she posted herself holding it.  She was that annoyingly fucking good looking. I grumble. 

And now she was home. After five years. And the last time I saw her I’d made such a fucking ass out of myself. I took my fucking shot. And missed the god damn net by a mile. It’s been five years and the rejection of that almost kiss still fucking stings. 

“Merry says her and her boyfriend ended things.” My brother texts. 

“Why would I care?” I reply. Traffic inches forward. 

“Because. You’ve got the hots for her still.” He replies. 

“I don’t have the hots for her. I never did. I’ve never had anything for her.” I lie. 

He just replies with a laughing emoji. Asshole. 

“She’s not just in town.” Jack says. 

“What the fuck does that even mean?” I reply. Wondering if he’s trying to make some joke or sexual innuendo. 

“It means she’s moving back. At least for a little while Merry said.” He says and I hold my fucking breath as my dick twitches. 

Ginger Noelle Snow, was here. Staying here. No. Don’t even fucking go there. You do NOT care. You’re over your fucking crush on Satans Mistress. 

But an hour later after I’ve made my way through the back up traffic to our little town that’s obsessed with Christmas and looks like a holiday hell with all the wreaths, lights, and bells on lampposts and mistletoe on every god damn doorway. I pull my car into the culdesac of my childhood home. But not before nearly taking out the mailbox when I see a flash of that bright, dyed fire engine red hair in the driveway next door. Pulling a box out of her car. Her hair is pulled up into a chaotic messy bun.  Not even the cute kind. But it’s Ginger. So of course it’s still fucking cute. She’s wearing a puffy red jacket and red leggings with big white snowflakes on them. And the jacket is short enough that the sight of her ass in those leggings has me jerking my car to a stop before I smash into the mailbox shaped like a chimney with Santa’s ass sticking out the top. All.  Year. Round. That’s our mailbox. 

I skid on the ice. Missing the mailbox. But now the god damn snowbank. And when the crunch of the snow being impaled sounds. I groan. Because when I look to the other driveway. Ginger Noelle is standing there, holding her box and her green eyes sparkle. Then She throws her head back and laughs. 

My jaw clenches as I growl as she drops the box. And bends over laughing. I growl and back up and then pull into the driveway. And would rather wait it out for her to stop laughing. But I know she’ll cackle herself to death before letting me escape without her teasing me for what she just witnessed. 

I turn off the car and get out with a grumble. Avoiding her eyes as I shut my door. 

“You been drinking too much eggnog there Kristoffer Cole?!” She yells across her yard to me and I clench my jaw and turn my head and give her a look of narrowing my blue eyes at her. 

“I’m okay. Incase you were wondering!” I yell back and she cackles even harder and wipes tears of laughter off her cheeks with her mittens. 

“You forget where the driveway was Kristoffer Cole?” She yells with a laugh. 

I’ve always hated the way she always used my full first AND middle name. Everyone else just calls me Kris. I hate the familiarity of it, the familiarity of her laugh and her teasing and we’re back to being teenagers and it’s like she and I both never left. 

“Hey ! Come back!” She laughs as I walk into the garage and hold up my hand and give her the finger which only makes her laugh louder as I pull open the door in the garage and go inside. 

Ginger Noelle Snow is back in town.