This is the continuing story of my erotic liberation and growth because of the love and devotion shown to me by my love, my best friend, my husband. Our first Christmas holiday time together.
Christmas of 2006 brought with it a two - week break from university and Rob and I were reluctant to head home to our respective families. Rob had changed his flight to Toronto to spend Christmas with his grandfather from the 18th to the 21st. As Rob explained, his grandfather still worked a sixty hour week, so there would be only a few hours at most to spend with him except Christmas Day and Boxing Day which are statutory holidays in Canada.
Without the pressure of school, we had the luxury of enjoying each other's company engaged in remarkably domestic pursuits - Christmas baking, shopping for presents for my family, going out for dinner or to a wine bar. Although we had only been dating for two months, I was beginning to hope that Rob just might be "the one" I wanted to try and spend my life with. However, there was this unspoken sadness between us - each of us now so deeply involved that we wanted to spend our first break from university alone. As a consequence, our love making before Rob left for Toronto was tender and slow. For a 24 year old Catholic girl feeling newly released from the ingrained sexual inhibitions of her upbringing, I found myself quite surprised to find that what I was actually longing for was a really hard and dirty fucking.
The morning of the 21st arrived and after a tearful goodbye (on my part) Rob left for the Edmonton airport. My sister Michelle had promised to come into the city to do some Christmas shopping and bring me home to our small town of 4,000 plus souls about an hour and half away. Michelle was the pretty one of the two of us - just two years younger. Her face and body had always drawn a lot of attention, and she flitted from boy to boy for as long as she had been dating. Although siblings, we were two very different peas considering we had come from the same pod.
Michelle had rejected early on our Catholic school girl values and to my mind had been quite promiscuous in most recent years. She made no secret that she liked to fuck and liked lots of variety in her sex life - meaning she had more of a good-looking male's point of view. She got bored quickly and seemed to take pleasure in each new "conquest" before she told him to leave. While I had no desire for anyone but Rob, I too was becoming increasingly self-confident about my newfound sexuality and attractiveness.
Although I had what could best be described as having a "pleasant face", I was beginning to accept Rob's insistence that I was still pretty hot. Going on the pill a month earlier had resulted in my breasts filling out a little more, requiring new C-cup bras that I wasn't complaining about having to buy. With as Rob put it, an "ass and legs to die for", I had blown my clothing budget for the rest of the school year and purchased a really tight pair of Calvin Klein jeans, a tight cashmere sweater that emphasized my now larger breasts and a couple of shorter skirts to wear with hose and calf high leather boots for the winter. Of course, Rob only encouraged this new attitude towards my femininity. I also made a decision to make further changes in my appearance aided by the makeup lessons I had undertaken at the MAC counter at the downtown Bay department store. Rob's inability to keep his hands off my ass and all of the extra hugs and kisses I received were a very positive result of these efforts.
On the drive home that afternoon, Michelle was curious about the change she sensed in me.
"So, what's going on with you?"
"I am not sure what you mean", I responded.
"Oh come one Jen! You were never about tits and ass, and yet here you are in that come fuck me ensemble instead of your usual med school - I am going to be a serious professional - clothes. So, what gives?"
I turned to face her profile as she drove through the prairie farm scenery and watched her expression of surprise when I said, "Well I have met someone. His name is Rob, he's in first year law, and we have been seeing a lot of each other over the last two months."
Typical to Michelle, her first question was of course, "How is he in the sack?'
"Fucking unbelievable", I rather uncharacteristically blurted out with a little too much enthusiasm, which caused her to start into a coughing fit and nearly drive into the snowbank lining the rural highway to our home.
"So when do I get to meet this stud?"
"I am going to ask mom and dad if he can come pick me up on the 28th and stay overnight. He's a city boy from Toronto who has no idea what our lives were like here out on the prairie and I thought I would show him a bit about my life. Two things - he responds well to his new nickname "Cowboy", and don't you dare try your fucking charms on him, OK?"
Even though Michelle assured me I had no worries, I knew my sister well. I couldn't help wonder just then if inviting my man to our house with my sister around was such a good idea.
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The morning of the 28th arrived and I was all anticipation before Rob's arrival. He had caught the first flight out of Toronto and would be arriving in Edmonton around 10:30 that morning. After picking up his car at the airport long term parking, he had assured me he could find our home shortly after noon our time. Trust me to be in the bathroom when he finally arrived to be greeted by my parents and sister. Hearing Rob introduce himself, I rushed down the stairs to our entrance foyer.
"Hello Jennifer".