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Authors: Veronica Tower
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remembered that she, too, had agreed to go to church—or Mass as the Catholics called it—with Ron's family. As she really didn't want to follow through on that promise, she let the matter drop.
They got out of the car and went in the house. Ron got them a couple of beers while Kara surfed the cable channels before settling on A Christmas Carol: The Musical .
Ron sat beside her on the couch, stiff and unnatural with his arm across her shoulders but his body not actually snuggled against her.
When the movie ended, they got undressed and went to bed, settling for a chaste kiss on the lips and the hope of a Merry Christmas.
They didn't make love, which might have been what Kara had asked for but definitely wasn't what she wanted.
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Chapter Nine
December 25, Christmas Day
When Kara woke up Christmas morning, Ron was already out of bed. His desertion depressed her, even though it was part of his typical routine now that they lived together. Kara was not lazy, but Ron, with the energy of the young, liked to get up before six each day and work out—an aggressive series of pushups and sit ups followed by an early morning jog. She didn't know why, but she had expected him to forego the routine this morning like he used to when he'd come over before he moved in. Christmas wasn't just another day. It ought to be more special than this.
She lay in bed for several minutes wondering what had gone wrong between them. Was it really possible that she was as controlling as he suggested or was their problem rooted in their very different personalities and the significant gap in their ages? Ron was only twenty-six after all, and Kara had turned forty-one in November.
She smiled unconsciously as she thought back to her birthday celebration. After the mandatory appearance at her sister's house for dinner, cake and the birthday song, Ron had brought her back to the house for a far more personal celebration. He'd encouraged her to model his presents for him—jewelry, a nightgown and lingerie. She'd always been highly inhibited when it came to her body—preferring long skirts or dresses to tight fitting jeans and never ever exhibiting herself. But Ron had a gift for making her relax enough to enjoy herself and press her boundaries. He'd made her feel like a supermodel strutting up the runway—not a self-conscious forty-one year old past her prime. He was a handsome guy. He didn't have to be with her! Why was it bothering her so much lately that he always seemed to want her so badly?
It hadn't bothered her on her birthday!
Kara stretched languorously beneath the covers as she remembered Ron surprising her with a second cake. They'd stretched back on a comforter he'd spread on the floor like a picnic blanket and he'd fed her bites, which always seemed to crumble and spill over other parts of her body. He'd ruined the new nightgown but it had been worth it to feel him nibbling little crumbs of cake off her yearning flesh or licking sticky bits of icing off her body. He could get her wet with just a look or a sly knowing smile, but when he actually started to use his hands and lips on her...
She slipped her hands down her stomach to her groin and let her fingers tease her flesh around her pussy, coaxing her body to even greater arousal.
Maybe she was making too big a deal out of Ron's over-active sex drive. It wasn't like she didn't like sex. Ron hadn't gotten the problem with Bobby right. At least until that last visit, they'd had a decent amount of sex—nowhere near as much as she had with Ron but it had certainly been an active sex life. No, the problem with Bobby was that he was the very definition of a selfish lover—interested solely in his own ejaculation and tiring immediately afterwards.
Ron, her fingers reminded her, had always been interested in securing her pleasure before, during and after his own. He almost literally got off on making her come. And unlike Bobby, he was young
They got out of the car and went in the house. Ron got them a couple of beers while Kara surfed the cable channels before settling on A Christmas Carol: The Musical .
Ron sat beside her on the couch, stiff and unnatural with his arm across her shoulders but his body not actually snuggled against her.
When the movie ended, they got undressed and went to bed, settling for a chaste kiss on the lips and the hope of a Merry Christmas.
They didn't make love, which might have been what Kara had asked for but definitely wasn't what she wanted.
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Chapter Nine
December 25, Christmas Day
When Kara woke up Christmas morning, Ron was already out of bed. His desertion depressed her, even though it was part of his typical routine now that they lived together. Kara was not lazy, but Ron, with the energy of the young, liked to get up before six each day and work out—an aggressive series of pushups and sit ups followed by an early morning jog. She didn't know why, but she had expected him to forego the routine this morning like he used to when he'd come over before he moved in. Christmas wasn't just another day. It ought to be more special than this.
She lay in bed for several minutes wondering what had gone wrong between them. Was it really possible that she was as controlling as he suggested or was their problem rooted in their very different personalities and the significant gap in their ages? Ron was only twenty-six after all, and Kara had turned forty-one in November.
She smiled unconsciously as she thought back to her birthday celebration. After the mandatory appearance at her sister's house for dinner, cake and the birthday song, Ron had brought her back to the house for a far more personal celebration. He'd encouraged her to model his presents for him—jewelry, a nightgown and lingerie. She'd always been highly inhibited when it came to her body—preferring long skirts or dresses to tight fitting jeans and never ever exhibiting herself. But Ron had a gift for making her relax enough to enjoy herself and press her boundaries. He'd made her feel like a supermodel strutting up the runway—not a self-conscious forty-one year old past her prime. He was a handsome guy. He didn't have to be with her! Why was it bothering her so much lately that he always seemed to want her so badly?
It hadn't bothered her on her birthday!
Kara stretched languorously beneath the covers as she remembered Ron surprising her with a second cake. They'd stretched back on a comforter he'd spread on the floor like a picnic blanket and he'd fed her bites, which always seemed to crumble and spill over other parts of her body. He'd ruined the new nightgown but it had been worth it to feel him nibbling little crumbs of cake off her yearning flesh or licking sticky bits of icing off her body. He could get her wet with just a look or a sly knowing smile, but when he actually started to use his hands and lips on her...
She slipped her hands down her stomach to her groin and let her fingers tease her flesh around her pussy, coaxing her body to even greater arousal.
Maybe she was making too big a deal out of Ron's over-active sex drive. It wasn't like she didn't like sex. Ron hadn't gotten the problem with Bobby right. At least until that last visit, they'd had a decent amount of sex—nowhere near as much as she had with Ron but it had certainly been an active sex life. No, the problem with Bobby was that he was the very definition of a selfish lover—interested solely in his own ejaculation and tiring immediately afterwards.
Ron, her fingers reminded her, had always been interested in securing her pleasure before, during and after his own. He almost literally got off on making her come. And unlike Bobby, he was young
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