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You First
Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: , Source: xHamster
that, Jen and I were mostly just tired, and we spent practically that whole first day catching up on sl**p. When we were awake, we stared blankly at the TV as it played a constant stream of Christmas movies. ("You'll shoot your eye out!" Classic.)At one point I jokingly asked Jen what she was getting me for Christmas. She smiled for the first time that day, and just said that I would have to wait. I, on the other hand, had conspired with Mom and Dad on her present this year. She missed out on a photography class in the fall semester, but she had pounced on it the moment registration opened up for the spring. I didn't want her to have to get into a class like that only using her cell phone camera, or the simple point-and-shoot she made do with most of the time, so we all pitched in and got her a decent, if not top-of-the-line, digital SLR. I couldn't wait to give it to her. For Mom and Dad, Jen and I sc****d up almost all of our savings and spent an entire evening on the phone and on our laptops in order to secure them two passes to some kind of restaurant and day spa thing that promised to "cleanse them inside and out," or whatever. Mom loved this kind of stuff, and while mud masks and cucumber slices over his eyes wasn't exactly Dad's thing, he did like being pampered and trying new food (his own in-home kitchen experiments varied widely between wonderful, and standing on chairs to wave frantically at the smoke alarms). Anyway. Christmas was awesome, as it ... always is. Like Thanksgiving, we spent the holiday at Grandma's house with Uncle Charlie. He got us some gift cards and cash, and Grandma knitted us some wool hats (mine was blue, Jens' purple). Jen almost cried when she opened her new camera, and when Mom said it had been my idea she hugged me so tight I thought she was going to break a shoulder bone. My gift from her was the new handheld game system that had come out earlier that year. I'd been trying to convince myself I didn't need it, but Jen was good at picking up on stuff like that. Later, though, amidst the cleanup chaos, when Jen and I were trying to stuff armloads of wrapping paper into Grandma's ridiculously tiny trash can, she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "That's not all I got you," she said. I started to ask about it, but Uncle Charlie came in with a bigger trash bag and she clammed up. Oh, I thought. That kind of present. She was gonna do something sexy for me! That had to be what she meant. I tried not to let my excitement show, but Jen kept looking at me in a way that told me she knew exactly what I was thinking. Trouble was, I was thinking an awful lot. What could she be planning? What could she do for me that she hadn't already? And since she'd said she wasn't ready yet, actual sex was probably out of the question. I wondered if it was sexy underwear, and man, would that be awesome. Just imagining it was getting me going downstairs. So you can imagine how much torture spending that night at ...