EroticReverie

Ginger Noelle Snow

It's only nine at night when everyone in my house decides that they're eight five years old and go to bed early. I'm sitting on the couch, the family room smelling like a cinnamon pine cone came to life and farted it's cinnamon scent all throughout the house, while also smelling like a dozen different cookies from the baking my mother had me help her with today. I never, ever, want to see a bag of flour ever again for the rest of my life. 

I'm just sitting in the dark , watching the snow outside through the window as it falls, when a figure cloaked in black starts to move out of the corner of my eye, outside in the yard. My heart immediately rearranges it's panic into a calm as I see Kristoffer Cole Frost, all bundled up in his black jacket that serves more for fashion that it does for warmth, with black leather gloves and a beanie on. Ooof. My tongue might as well be wagging out of my mouth, because I don't know what it was about a beanie that did it for me, but Kristoffer Fucking Cole Fucking Frost in a beanie was doing it for me REAL fucking good. 

I smile as I stay still, watching him, shovel a path through the snow between our yards. I watch his warm breath billow like smoke and I smile to myself as I remember me and my sister Merry, his brother Jack always holding small sticks from bushes or trees in our fingers and pretending we were smoking cigarettes, blowing into the cold air and watching out breath come out in little billows. I giggle softly as I remember the angry little child scowl on Kristoffer's  face when he told us we weren't cool, and smoking wasn't cool. I remember the way he used to snatch the stick out of my fingers and throw it on the ground as if it was an actual cigarette. 

He doesn't even notice me sitting here watching him, so I keep watching and then when he finally reaches our driveway. I watch him shovel that too. I smile, propping myself up and onto my knees , wiggling my but like a puppy as I watch his tall form heave shovel fulls off snow to the side. I bet his muscles are flexing in those arms under his jacket. My brain and vagina get a little selfish when they wish he would shovel without all those clothes on. Because yes, my vagina was willing to risk the hot grinch next door getting frost bite, just so I could get a good look at him. Maybe just shirtless, I reason with my vagina as she begs for the vision of him butt naked in nothing but boots.....and maybe the beanie too, yes definitely the beanie. 

As I watch, I think about today. I think about his softness towards me, when I'd learned of Manny Bernard passing away. Thinking about it, guts me. I wish I could have seen him one last time, I wish I could have told him how much I loved him, and how they were both such a big part of my younger years growing up, and how much I appreciated their kindness and loving the kids in this neighborhood like we were all their grandchildren.  I think about how Kristoffer hugged me, how he kissed the top of my head through my knit hat, as if it was nothing, as if it were natural for two "Enemies" to be hugging and sharing head kisses. How he'd comforted me without a second thought.  Then I think about our mini argument, where he'd almost said something about the nasty rumor that girls made up about me in highschool. Because I had the biggest boobs in the school, that apparently meant, I was a whore. So they made sure that everyone thought I was a slut. I was surprisingly resilient for a teenage girl, and their little stupid rumors never bothered me too much. Yet, for some reason, Kristoffer saying that, or almost saying it, struck a nerve. I wasnt ready to admit it was because I cared what he thought of me. Because , of course I did. I always had. 

I smile when he drops the shovel and puts his hands on his hips, staring at my car, covered in half a foot of snow. I see the slight shake of his head and laugh softly to myself, just imagining the way he's scolding me as he snatches the snow brush off the hood of my car , right where I left it early. He shakes it out, and then..he brushes off my car. Oh boy. I let out a little moan. Because fuck, I think I liked sweet, thoughtful, caring Kristoffer Cole Frost, just a bit too much. But he'd always been caring, and sweet, while also grumpy and a bit of an ass, hadnt he? I think to myself , smiling as he tests my car handle and I watch him shake his head again at the fact I left it unlocked. He puts the snow brush inside and closes the door then grabs his shovel. 

As he walks back across my yard, and towards his, he must sense me watching, his eyes come to the window. He stops a moment, his brows furrow right beneath the rim of his beanie hat and I wink at him. A huff of breath steams out of his nostrils like a dragon. I pucker my lips at him and close my eyes and when I open them , he's giving me the finger again as he keeps walking. As if he's pissed I caught him doing another nice thing for me. I laugh, and then tilt my head, watching him till I can't see him anymore. 

I jump up off the couch and creep to the side of the house and peek out a side window, to watch as the lights in his house turns on downstairs, then off, then the hallway lights up, and I know hes going upstairs. I spin and grab my phone, and all but run through the house and upstairs.

I smile when I get to my room, and see through the darkness off my room, and out my window that his light is on. I walk over to the window. His jacket is off, the beanie too. He's wearing a long sleeved dark green henley and jeans. I flick on my light, and his head turns. I walk over to my window, I lift it up and then gesture for him to do the same. 

I'm wearing nothing but a white long sleeved and the cold fucking air hits my tits and hardens my nipples , and he walks over to the window and lifts it.

"Close your fucking window Ginger. It's nineteen fucking degrees." His deep voice carries over the small space between our houses.  Maybe it the cold air that tightens my nipples even more, or maybe it's that fucking voice of his. 

"I'm bored!" I whisper yell across the yard, snow falling into my hair as I hang out my window. 

"Use your candy cane." He says. My brow quirks as I try to figure out what the hell he means.

"My candy-...oh.." I laugh" Ohhhhh Kristoffer Cole Frost! You DO watch my videos!" I whisper yell, not wanting to wake my parents or my sister. 

"Go to bed Ginger." He huffs and goes to tuck his own head back inside, but I give him a snap of my fingers.

"Hey! Psst!" I hiss and he audibly huffs loud enough for me to hear and sticks his head back out the window.

"What?" His deep voice carries.

"With our without the nipple clamps?" I whisper yell, and smirk when his eyes widen. 

"With, right?" I whisper yell and wink. "DEfinitely with! Thanks for the help!" I wave and blow him a kiss and tuck myself back inside and he snaps his fingers and I laugh. I shut the window. He scowls at me. I grab my curtains and shut them, still facing the window. I know he's still standing there, watch my shadow through the curtains. So I do what anyone would do, and I cross my arms, grab the hem of my shirt, and lift it up and pull it off, smiling to myself. I turn to the side and let my curves be seen, as I grab the waist of my pajama pants and then bend over slowly as I pull them down. 

And because I HAVE to know that he's still watching I step the side and peek only my head through the curtains. Kristoffer Cole Frost, is still hanging out his window. His jaw clenched and his eyes burning as he looks at me. Fuck, I've never seen that look before, and I like it. 

"Pervert" I mouth. Then take my head out of the curtains and hear, the faint slam of his window being shut. I hop right onto my bed, grab the candy cane shaped and colored vibrator and do exactly as Kristoffer Cole Frost says, and cure my boredom, with visions of his grumpy face and wicked blue eyes and I imagine them all over my naked body as I make myself cum.

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Three silent orgasms later, I put away my candy cane and grab my phone as I lay there , as satifisfied as I'm going to get. 

I check my Instagram first, and don't usually check my DM's, because I save that for working hours, but I tap them, noticing a handful of messages waiting. One that appears to be a brand, a few random men, and then one, with no picture. The user name KCFrost and I smile and tap it immediately. 

"Not only are you a fucking brat. Add cock tease to the fucking list too." 

I bite my lip and my toes wiggle and suddenly Im not at all satisfied.

I reply back. 

"Says the pervert." I type. 

I smile when his photo appears with an online , green dot beside it. 

"How was your candy cane?" he types. I lick my lips. Was I going to do this? Banter, and flirt and dirty talk with him through text? 

"Decent. I think I improved the flavor of it." I say and send my reply and squeak, wondering if that was too dirty.

"Yeah? Did you taste it after?" he types back and I look to my window, my closed curtain and I squirm in my fucking bed. God, would I regret this in the morning? Probably. Maybe. Who knows, I was too horny to care right now.

"I already know how good I taste." I reply. 

"What does a brats cunt taste like?" he types and I whimper, my legs rubbing together. I imagine his deep voice saying every fucking word. 

"Wouldnt you like to know?" I type. 

"I'm asking aren't I?" he types back and I swallow. 

"It tastes like pussy Kristoffer Cole." I type. 

"Really, good, fucking, pussy." I add. 

"Prove it." he replies.

"Are you saying you want a taste?" I reply.

"Yes." His reply is simple, yet has me fucking panting and my heart racing. 

"You don't want to taste me. You've never even liked me." I reply, and I feel myself chickening out because I didn't expect it to go this far , this fast. I'd expected little smart as remarks and innuendos. 

"I don't have to like you to want my fucking mouth on your cunt." he says and I let out a shaky whoosh of breath as I squirm in my fucking bed, getting all god damned worked up.

"So, instead of a hate fuck...it's a hate..taste?" I ask. 

"Call it whatever you want Ginger. Just bring it to me. Now." he replies.

"Is that how you ask?" I type, trying to redirect back to a less intense conversation and something less...hot. 

"I'm not fucking asking, brat. I'm telling you. " he types. 

"say please" I reply. 

"Its YOU who should be saying please, Ginger." he replies.

"How do you figure that?" i ask. 

"Because Ginger." He types. I wait. 

"I wont take just a taste of you. I'll drink every last drop and have you begging for more than just my fucking mouth when I'm done with you." 

I suck in a breath. 

"Say something." He says, when I just stare at his words. 

"Jesus Ginger, say something." he types again as I just stare at my phone. 

"I'll never be the one to beg Kristoffer Cole. That's going to be you. If you want to taste it, I want you on your knees, begging for it." I type. 

I smirk at my phone, knowing he won't agree. That I've put an end to this crazy beyond flirting exchange between us. 

"Fine. You want me to beg for it Ginger? Invite me over, and I'll gladly get on my fucking knees just for a taste of it." he types and I hold my breath. 

"fine Kristoffer Cole. Come and get it." I say, calling his bluff. But as soon as I'm out of my bed and going to my window. I see his light flick off and curse. Turning, I go to my closet, grabbing a robe, its a plain white satin robe, I pull it on then check my face in the mirror, and finger comb my hair and sneak out of my room quietly and get to the front door right as my phone in my hand pings and I look down.

"Im outside. Ready to beg Ginger." his message says and I cant believe the way my knees are shaking and my heart is fucking pounding. 

I unlock the door and open it, my eyes lifting to Kristoffer Cole Frost, and the lookon his face is like one I've never seen, on any man, especially not him. He looks like he's about to throw me to the wall and screw my fucking brains out. 

And, well, I just might let him.