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A Very Merry Christmas - Part Four

Date: 5/9/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: PurdyKat, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

Sarah's mom still struggled and if not for a full scholarship she wouldn't even be in school. Sarah had taken a train up for the summer where she had returned part time at the restaurant she waitressed at to make money for the upcoming semester and to spend time with me and some other friends. But she had no money right now and her mother didn't have enough to bring her up here for Christmas which made me feel terrible, but there was nothing I could do. The phone rang and I answered, "Hey my friend, how are you?" "Great!" she exclaimed in her perpetually cheery voice. Sarah was one of those people that were so upbeat you sometimes wanted to smack them. "How about you?" "Okay, I guess." "What were you doing before? I thought you said you were home tonight?" "I worked today, but yeah I was home, just sleeping." "In bed at seven?" she laughed, "Hmm was she that good, she put you out?" "Well she is pretty good with her fingers." I sighed. "Really? You broke the ice?" She didn't sound as excited as I thought she would, but not that it mattered; there was nothing to tell. "I was talking about myself. I've gotten pretty good at Jilling off these days." "Oh, Amber!" She gave a dramatic sigh, "What are we going to do with you?" "What can I say, I'm shy." "No, you're scared and for no reason." "Right, so how are you, Sarah?" I stressed the 'you' to change the subject, which she beat to death every time we spoke these days. "I'm good, a little home sick." "I'm sorry you can't be here," ... I told her. For the last few years Sarah and I had spent the night before Christmas Eve together, taking turns sleeping over each other's house and exchanging presents. "Me too....so did you mail my present?" she asked. "I was going to, but my mom took it to mail for me. Hope you like it." And I hoped my mother didn't get nosy and unwrap it. Because Sarah kept busting me up all the time and talking about girls I'd bought her volume one of cougar's and Kittens and it had been a thrill getting it for her. It was an adult gift, an intimate one; a gift that said at twenty we were no longer little girls, we were women. I'd also felt turned on at the thought of her watching it which bothered me a little; Sarah was a beautiful girl and a sexy one, sexier now that I looked at girls differently, but my best friend, not someone I should think of in that way. "I'm sure I will," she answered, "Bet I get it tonight." "Night? When does your mail come?" "Oh...well that's true." She giggled. "You into the special eggnog already?" I laughed. "Not yet and it won't be the same without you to get all silly with." "I'm sure you have a girl to get silly with and probably a lot more than silly," I said enviously. "I'd rather be silly with you," she told me, "And you're pretty sexy so I can still say I partied with a hottie." "Please. I sent your gift, you can save the flattery." "Please yourself," she giggled again, "Oh, wait you did, but spare me you don't think you're cute. You're a sexy little ...