Val and Courtney: The Christmas Party [F24][F25][hidden love][jealousy][real feelings][cunnilingus][part 2]

Part One

I arrive at the party just as everyone’s getting settled in. Christmas lights are aglow, twinkling around the entire house. I stop and say hi to Neil and Mary, Courtney’s parents. They each pull me in for a hug, all pearly white smiles and glassy eyes. It doesn’t surprise me they’re already tipsy.

“Valerie! How nice to see you! You look absolutely lovely tonight.” Mary spun me around while Neil’s lingering eyes admired every inch of my body. He always did give me the creeps. “Courtney’s around here somewhere.” Mary tells me, ushering me along so they can greet their other guests. Around the corner and down the hall I locate Courtney with her tongue shoved down Gus’ throat while she palmed him through his slacks.

I turn back around, my stomach bubbling as I grab a shot of tequila from the bar and throw it back. I can’t keep doing this, I tell myself, wondering if I’ll ever get used to the thought of Courtney being with someone else.

When we’re alone everything’s different. She’ll conjure up a dream for me, painting a picture of a life in which we somehow end up together. A life where she’s brave enough to admit who she really is. Where she’s willing to openly love me without any insecurities.

Ten minutes later Courtney finds me sulking in the den, sitting on the bench of their grand piano.

“There you are! My parents said you had arrived. Why didn’t you come find me?”

“I did.”

“Why didn’t you say hi?”

“You were preoccupied.” I say nonchalantly, tracing the piano keys with my fingertips lightly. I always wished I knew how to play.

“Gus is my boyfriend, Valerie. I can’t just ignore him.”

I feel heat rise in my chest while pinking my cheeks. My face giving me away like always. “I know. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, okay.” She groans sarcastically. She moves to sit down beside me so I make room for her.

I gaze into her eyes, the blue in her irises sparkling like the surface of the ocean. And her lips are so perfect and plump, with just a bit of lipstick smeared from the casualty that is Gus. I reach up and caress her face, running my thumb along her bottom lip like an unspoken prayer. “I’ll be okay.” I tell her earnestly, while lying through my teeth. I’ve never felt less okay in my life.

Courtney glances back at the open door to the den and back at me. Carefully, she gets up to close the door and turns the lock.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look yet tonight?” She asks me while crossing her arms and showing some cleavage. She’s beautiful in her scarlet halter dress that stops just above her knees.

“I could say the same.” I say, while glancing down at my suede green dress that hugged every curve of my body so tightly it felt like it was painted on. “You’re always so stunning, Courtney.”

A look passed over her face but it was unintelligible and only lasted a second. “I love you, Val.”

I nod. “I know. I love you, too.”

She falls back down on the bench beside me, almost into my lap. She’s everywhere, her lips brushing my jaw, my chin, my cheeks. I’m humming, waiting for her to reach my lips but she doesn’t. She kisses my nose, my forehead, my neck, everywhere but the one place I want her most.

“Kiss me.” I plea, but she shakes her head. I search her eyes for a reason why but come up empty.

“Gus just…” She starts but I don’t need her to finish. Seems like Gus already did.

“Oh.” I say, I guess thankful to the fact that I don’t want to taste her boyfriend’s cum on her tongue. “Did he at least give you what you need?” I ask her softly while tracing the hem of her dress with my fingertips.

“He didn’t so much as touch me.”

“So you’re still wet?”

“So fucking wet.” She moans as I slide my hand up her thigh beneath her dress. With my thumb I rub her slit through the lace of her thong, not stopping until it’s soaked in her arousal.

“Fuck, you know just how to touch me.” She whispers, spreading her legs while I slide off the bench and drop to my knees in front of her. She pulls up her dress, the fabric bunching up at her waist as I stare down at her pretty black thong, fully coated in her essence. My mouth waters for a taste.

I pull her thong to the side with my fingertips and admire her glistening creamy lips and swollen pink clit. Delicately I trace the outline of her clit with my thumb, tap, tap, tapping away at the little bud.

“Fuck.” Courtney whimpers while watching me with bated breath. Every time I tap her clit her thighs tremble. It’s almost like a game to me, teasing her the way I do. I know I don’t have much time, but I want to savor what I do have with her.

I lean forward and place a soft kiss to her clit before sticking out my tongue and licking her from her entrance all the way up. With long strokes of my tongue I lick her up and down, side to side, zig zagging my way between her folds. Her hips start to rock into my face, messing up my makeup but I couldn’t care less. All I care about is making her moan until my name falls from her lips like a promise that can’t be broken.

“Oh my god, yessss just like that, baby.” She’s wiggling her hips, desperate for more friction as I outline her entrance with the tip of my finger. “Fuckkkk. Give it to me.” She’s begging, purring, panting for more and all I want is to give her the world.

I sneak a finger inside her and pump. “M-More.” She says and I insert another, curling them at the knuckles while curving my tongue around her clit. Her breath begins to rattle.

“Ooooh, baby, yessss.” Her hand finds its way into my hair as she forces me deeper down. I spin my tongue around her like a pinwheel as I feel her creamy little cunt contract around my fingers.

“V-Val.” She whispers. “Val, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard.”

The muscles in her legs are tensing while her nails find purchase in my scalp. I whimper as she’s crying out my name, her whole body writhing in bursts of momentary pleasure. I thrust my fingers inside her a few more times and when I pull out she cums, dripping all over my lips and tongue. She tastes like I could eat her out forever and never tire of her.

I stay there for a minute, resting between her thighs as I gaze into her eyes longingly. She stares back with a silly smile playing on her beautiful lips. “I really do love you...” She whispers with her hands framing my face. My smile falters, waiting for the inevitable however to arrive. “…but we should probably get back to the party. I should—“

“Get back to Gus, I know.” I nod, wondering if having to let her go will ever stop hurting.

To be continued…