Christmas ...Between Us....

It’s 10:30pm on a cold Christmas Eve. Melvin is watching The Boondock’s on DVD and wrapping gifts in his one bed room apartment. On his computer desk sits a foot and a half neatly decorated tree. On the floor lays various brightly colored wrapping paper remnants of shabbily wrapped gifts. He’s wearing his old sweat pants that are clean but are no longer fit for display beyond picking up his morning paper or maybe a walk to the mailbox on the corner. He’s also wearing a old Magic Johnson NBA jersey his uncle gave him. The purple looks almost blue now..but Melvin is comfortable.
The door bell rings.
Brina waits in the cold thinking about why she and Melvin are just friends. He’s nice enough. Looks well enough. There’s a not damn she would need to apologize for him if she introduced him to family and he’s never really done anything that she’s had to forgive him for.
That’s her problem. Other men have snatched her heart away one little piece at a time. Melvin has always found spare parts and shared them with her. To her credit she’s done the same for Mel so....it’s even...if she doesn’t feel it’s fair.
Mel opens the door and looks down at the shorter lighter skinned cutie. Brina’s cheeks are a little flushed from the cold. Her lips look as plump and soft as they ever did ..and then to further set Melvin off she licks them as she steps in the apartment.
“I didn’t finish wrapping your gift Bree” Mel says in his naturally bas voice that makes Brina feel like Melvin only ever speaks to her. “You never have my gift wrapped.” Brina says as she takes off her coat. Her navy blue blouse seems hug ever spot that makes her fine. Her breast seem to just hang in a way that bothers Melvin even more. Brina walks by Melvin and pulls up his jersey “and when are you going to get Magic a new jersey?” Brina says playing with her friend.
The two sit for almost twenty minutes discussing poetry, the fact that they still don’t believe Michael Jackson is dead. They trade tips on the sofa on “how to survive Christmas with your family and not commit an un-justifiable murder.” The two trade gifts.
“I know throw back are kinda played out but I thought Magic needed some company” Brina says while Melvin pulls out his new Kareem Abdul Jabbar jersey.
Brina squeals and puts Melvin in a half hug/half head lock when she sees the blender she thought no one would get her this year Melvin half stunned hugs back saying “it’s just a blender.”
As Melvin helps Brina back on with her coat, he remarks “uh oh.”
Brina responds “uh oh what?”

Melvin points up and answers “mistel toe”
Brina giggles a bit “mistle toe...what is this Happy Days? So now I guess we just...”
Melvin grabs Brina in mid sentence and pulls her close by the waiste before she can react. She is so thankful and it feels so good to grabbed by a man like this. There was something about late hours and cold nights. Before she knew it Brina was touching Mel’s dark chocolate face and feeling each sexy bristle of his beard. She ran her tongue along his lips and so wanted to just push his face down in her chest. Mel pushed Brina up against the wall right by the door and pulled on Brina’s ear with his teeth and blew warm candy kane smelling breath into her ear. Then he passionately worked his mouth down her neck and Brina tried in vain not to moan, not to say yes.
She faded in and out and when she faded in the buttons to her blouse were being taken apart wildly, she’d fade out and feel water ever where, she’d fade in and feel Mels tongue licking the inside of her belly button, she’d fade out her legs would tremble, she’d fade in and see her bra fall to the floor and she refused to fade out as Melvin’s big hands held her arms up over her head and his kingly warm and stimulating lips and tongue slip over and over again over nipples that wanted to work their way further into his mouth. Brina had to eventually cradle Melvin’s head with both her small hands and try and push his mouth down on her nipples and breast. She could tell how long they had engaged before she just held her left breast in one hand and the back of Mel’s head in the other.
The Clock struck 12 and somewhere between beep number 4 and 8...Brina came back to reality. With eyes wide open she now watched Mel, devour her body with her pants still on. She began to find that invisible wall that she imposed between herself and Mel that “kept them at safe distance.” She selfishly continued to enjoy the way his tongue hits all kind of switches on her body. Brina was glad that she knew exactly where her toy was and that she had enough batteries to finish this at home.
She’d soon have her bra fastened back and the buttons buttoned up on her bra. Not a lot of words were needed to tell Mel...this wasn’t the time or even if it was...it wasn’t gonna be this time.
She grabbed her blender and kissed Mel again. “We’ll keep this between us ...okay?” She so hoped he would snatch her up again. True to Mel’s form he respected more of what Brina was about than just another cutie with a fat ass. So he kissed her on the cheek.
That night she orgasmed several times with batteries and several toys that she tried over and over again to feel Mel pressing her against his apartment wall.
Then she staired a picture of them together she kept in her mind and whispered once again...”Merry Christmas Mel.”