Carola smiled at the cheerful rendition of Deck the Halls sung by the group of five carolers at her doorstep.
Though bundled in scarves and gloves and wrapped in layers to keep them warm amidst the cold winter air, they treated her to their refreshingly heartwarming version of the song.
When they'd finished she thanked them with her vigorous applause, then her smile grew wider as mischief danced behind her eyes and she leaned forward in a conspiratorial whisper.
"That was wonderful guys. And I know just the man who would love to hear a song from you all."
Carola pointed upstairs indicating the apartment above her. "The guy in Apartment 225, he's a big fan of Christmas carols. And I know he'd love to hear your beautiful voices."
The choir nodded enthusiastically, wished her a Merry Christmas and started toward the staircase.
Carola chuckled to herself, clapping her hands together with mischievous glee. She couldn't miss this.
She quickly threw on a coat, locked her apartment door behind her and crept slowly behind the carolers. Keeping a safe distance away and out of view, she waited until she heard them knock on Felix's door before she moved in closer. The door opened and without a moment's hesitation, the choir began its song.
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn king…
Giggling quietly, Carol peeked around the corner until she had the perfect view of Felix's face. He wore a look of shock mixed with mild disgust.
Carola couldn't help doubling over as she laughed even harder at the scene. Felix, though one of her best friends for years, was a true Grinch. He avoided all Christmas festivities and cheer like the plague. He thought it was cheesy and contrived and he refused to have anything whatsoever to do with it.
Carola viewed the scene, surprised that he'd allowed them to complete the entire song without slamming the door in their faces.
When they'd finished, he didn't crack a smile to thank them but instead gave a small grunt and closed the door. A slight feeling of guilt tugged at Carola as she watched the carolers exchange confused looks. But they soon shrugged it off and moved on to another home on the other side of the apartment complex.
Carola rushed up to Felix's door and knocked.
"Look, I don't want anymore carols," he said as he yanked the door open.
But Felix's annoyed expression softened when he saw that it was Carola now on his doorstep. He stepped back, allowing her to enter. "You just missed it. I was ambushed by a group of Christmas carolers."
Carola wrinkled her nose up at him. "Ambushed? I think that's pretty dramatic language there, dude."
Felix's frown deepened. "Wait, how would you know?"
Carola couldn't stop the laughing fit she'd been holding in and let it loose. Her eyes watered and she had to use the wall to hold herself up to prevent falling on the floor from laughing so hard.
Felix cocked his head and shot an accusatory glare at her. "You asked them to come here, didn't you?"
Carola forced herself to quiet and tried to straighten her face. "Maybe."
"Did you or didn't you?"
"I did," Carola admitted, a hint of a smile remaining on her face.
Felix narrowed his eyes at her. "And why would you want to do that?"
Carola moved to his pantry to pull out a bag of chips. She popped a couple of the crisps into her mouth and said with a shrug, "Why not?"
He followed her and reached around to take the bag from her to get a few himself. "Because you know how much I hate that stuff," he said, mumbling around a mouthful of chips. "I can't take how the same people who are nasty all year long act like angels when Christmas rolls around."
"Aww, you need to lighten up, Felix. I know you think it's corny but you should learn to get into the spirit of the holidays. Grumbling around and muttering under your breath like Scrooge isn't really doing anything for you is it?"
"Yeah it is," he lied with a smirk. "Maybe I like having something to not like. Let me have that."
Carola shook her head but stopped when he reached out to touch the corner of her lip, wiping a crumb from her face.
Felix was a good friend of hers who she'd known for five years, but it never failed that when he brushed past her, touched her hand, or placed his palm on the small of her back when they walked together, her mind emptied of all previous thoughts and she could only focus on their point of contact.
They'd seen each other at some of their best and worst moments and she knew more about him than she did any other man she'd ever dated before. But he was like a brother to her, she always told herself. So why was she feeling tingly inside when he innocently brushed the crumbs from her face?
"You know," she said, pushing the bag of chips away and hopping up onto the counter. "Carols aren't all that awful. Some can be pretty nice."
Felix shook his head and leaned back against the counter beside her. "Nah, I don't think so. Like which one?"
Carola was silent a moment as she grinned knowingly. Felix, curious about her long pause, turned so that his eyes could meet hers. Finally she answered, "Like this one."
"Huh?" Felix frowned but his expression quickly changed as he realized what she meant. He slowly pivoted and moved over until he stood in front of her. "You mean "Carolas" like you?"
Suddenly bashful, Carola could feel her cheeks growing hot. "Yeah, like me."
"Hmph. Maybe you're right." He eased her legs apart and stepped forward until he was standing between her thighs. His deep hazel eyes were fixed on her chestnut brown ones. It wasn't just her cheeks that were blazing hot anymore. The heat from her sex alone could have scorched them both.
Where had this come from? Carola had been certain her crush was only a one-way thing. But now she wondered if the innocent brush of her cheek wasn't quite so innocent after all.
"You want to let me hear what your particular carol sounds like?" he asked.
But he didn't let her finish, and she only managed a nod before he placed a finger under her chin to pull her mouth to his. The possessive urgency with which he enveloped her lips took her by surprise, eliminating any doubt about her being the only one with a crush.
He sucked at her lip hungrily and she returned his kiss with equal fervor. His hands roamed from her waist down to her ass and she let out a squeak when he gave it a squeeze and moved her body closer in to him so that she could feel his erection bulging and pressing into her.
He pulled away from her mouth only long enough to rip her shirt off and speedily unclasp and remove her bra. Felix's mouth found her breast and latched on, alternately sucking and flicking her nipples with his tongue until her pussy was throbbing with need.
Carola reached down between their bodies to find that the throbbing of his dick matched the pulsing of her own sex. She could hardly wait until they could finally join. She'd dreamt of it, fantasized about it, never believed it would happen. But there she was in his kitchen, with him between her thighs, fingering her wet pussy through her lace panties and sucking on her breasts.
Felix stepped back to yank off his pants and briefs. Carola wiggled out of her panties as he disappeared into his bedroom and returned, ready to go, a condom sheathing his erect penis.
He pulled her body to the edge of the counter and slid into her slippery wet entrance. He moved inside her slowly as if he wanted to draw the moment out. Had he fantasized about them too, Carola wondered, and now that it was real did he want to make it last as long as he possibly could?
The feeling was mutual and Carola wrapped her legs and arms around him, drawing him into her even more. She felt him deep within her as he slowly dipped into and withdrew from her canal.
Felix moaned against her ear, licking the outer rim and dragging his tongue down to her neck. She shivered at the feel of his lips suckling her, sending shocks of pleasure down her back. Carola cried out when he gripped her ass and began to pump her more forcefully.
Her legs tightened around his waist and she pulled his head over to her breast to allow him to feast on her as he fucked her.
"Oh God, Felix," she screamed as he directed their rhythm, picking up the pace until he drove her crazy with lusty passion. "Please don't stop, Felix."
Carola bit into the flesh of his shoulder as her fingers dug into his back. "Oh yes Felix, yes," she encouraged as he quickened his speed, his pelvis pistoning and driving his hard dick in and out of her.
The hot wet lick of his tongue on her neck sent chills down her back and made every hair of her body stand on end. She whimpered, delighting in the tantalizing sensation.
Felix grunted, emboldened by her enthusiastic appreciation of the pleasure he gave and held on tight to her hips to send her on the ride of her life. He lifted her ass from the counter, flung her legs securely around his waist and held her up as he pumped into her, driving them both to ecstacy. Their passion-soaked cries blended together as they shared in mutual orgasm.
Felix gave one final suck and then kiss of Carola's neck before he lowered her back onto the kitchen counter.
"I have to say, that carol wasn't bad at all."
Carola giggled into his shoulder and kissed the red hickey she'd left there in the heat of their passion. "Did I change Scrooge, after all?"
"I think you did," he said, punctuating his words with a playful squeeze of Carola's ass.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.