Amorous Connection

This story was originally published for the Winter Holiday 2026 Story Contest.

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Amorous Connections

A fleeting meeting builds to more.

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The Roots of Rhythm Music Festival has been running over Labor Day weekend for more than thirty years. The festival brings thousands of people together every year to enjoy music, food, and fun. Virginia had been twice before, and was meeting up with friends for a Saturday fix of music, sun, and dancing. When she arrived, the line of cars moved slowly forward toward the day parking area. The guys directing vehicles kept everyone moving onto the grassy field. Lines of cars stretched to the woods in barely organized chaos. People parked and then trickled toward the gates to buy their entrance bands. Anyone camping for the weekend parked in a different field on the far side of the festival grounds.

Virginia enjoyed the gorgeous Oniphorston State Park, of course, but had only been there during the festival. She didn't live close enough to drive back and forth each day, so chose to attend only the Saturday events.

When Virginia entered the main performance area, the first band of the day had just started playing, and the crowd was filling in. Her friends had already arrived and texted a picture of their view of the main stage to make it easier to find them. When she responded, they stood up and waved her over. Virginia greeted them, added her gear to theirs, and sat down to enjoy the show.

On the far side of the state park, the campground was almost full to overflowing with people who came on Friday to stay for the entire weekend. One of those campers was Randall, who lived about an hour away. This was his first year attending, and he could have driven back and forth each day, but the last show ended near midnight each night, and he didn't want to travel that late. Camping alone among the crowd of other tents had been fine, except for the asshole a few sites over who serenaded the whole campground with his guitar and singing until almost 2 am.

While setting up for the day, Randall found a spot for his blanket near the right edge of the viewing area. The gentle slope ensured that every spot on the grass had a good view of the performance stage and the rest of the audience. The grounds were well laid out; there were even no-sitting aisles spray-painted onto the grass to allow people to move freely.

Listening to the bands and watching families wrangle their kids made Randall smile. To the right of the performance stage, though, a dance floor attracted his attention. It was elevated a few inches off the ground and surfaced in weathered plywood. A bunch of people were dancing, mostly in couples, but a few single women were moving to the music on their own.

Several women wore festival dresses that Randall had never seen before. The summer dresses looked like patchworks of screen-printed images. Some had wide shoulder straps, some with spaghetti straps, but none fell further than women's knees. Randall watched one older woman, probably in her forties, dancing alone with her skirt flowing around her legs. As she bounced to the music, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra as her breasts bobbled inside her dress. Trying not to be creepy, Randall looked away and saw another mature woman approaching the dance area.

Dropping her bag to the ground, the new arrival kicked off her sneakers and slipped on softer flat shoes. Without meaning to, Randall got a good look down her cleavage. She was not wearing a bra. Standing up, she let her eyes run up and down Randall's younger body, and with a sly grin she asked, "Are you going to join us?"

Knowing that he had been caught looking, Randall stammered, "Ahh, I don't know how to do this."

"No problem, I'll get you started."

The woman grabbed Randall's hand, dragged him onto the dance floor, and placed his hands on her body. As she bounced and moved with the music, she said, "Can you feel this beat?"

Distracted by the close contact and her faint musky scent, Randall mumbled, "Yes." The woman started moving them both around a little, grinning at Randall while doing so. Randall was horrible and kept stumbling, but she was encouraging and kept both of them moving.

As the song ended, she said, "You did fine, for the first time. Tell you what, they are teaching lessons up in the back. Try one or two of those and come back to find me. I would love to dance with you again!" Randall thought that she might be interested in more than dancing. No stranger to the pleasures of mature women, Randall had been alone for a couple of months since his older lover had broken up with him to allow someone her own age to pursue her.

Somewhat dazed from the close contact and dancing, but breathing hard and smiling like a fool, Randall followed the woman's instruction and wandered up the hill. The sides of the medium-sized tent were rolled up, allowing the gentle breeze to blow across the wedding-style portable dance floor. The musicians weren't a full band, just a couple of guys who were part of different bands and who agreed to play as necessary to keep the beat.

After a couple of hours chatting with her friends and listening to the music, Virginia said. "Does anyone want to go dance? It's killing me to just sit here and not move!" None of her friends wanted to dance, so Virginia wandered back to the lesson tent. The main dance floor was baking in direct sunlight because the sun had moved, so she decided against dancing there.

Randall was already in his second hour of lessons when Virginia arrived. He was still horrible, but like everyone else, was having a good time learning to move.

Virginia was already somewhat experienced, so she slotted herself into the rotation. The instructors would demonstrate something, have everyone practice, and then the musicians would play enough so that they could practice with music. Then everyone would trade partners. It was like speed dating, but with better music, and touching.

Out of the corner of his eye, Randall noticed Virginia before she got to him. Her shoulder-length black hair was loose and flowed around her face as she moved. The multicolored geometric pattern on her clothes contrasted with her tan skin and dark hair. The top looked like a sports bra that supported and accentuated her curves while leaving her stomach bare to show off her athletic body. The matching shorts were tight, but not so tight that she couldn't move.

"Hi, I'm Virginia!" Virginia smiled at Randall as she introduced herself. Randall wasn't displaying nearly as much skin since he was wearing one of the red-orange festival shirts and tan shorts, but Virginia had noticed him, too. He was very tan from a summer spent in the sun, but it was his bright smile that she noticed first.

"Hi! I'm Randall. I'm really new at this, sorry." Randall was focused on learning how to move and wanted to set her expectations low.

"Oh, so am I. Don't worry!" Virginia lied, but it was a kind, supportive lie.

Over the next thirty minutes, Virginia and Randall danced together several times, greeting each other happily each time. They happened to be together when the lesson ended. Randall grinned at Virginia and said, "That was so much fun!"

"It sure was! Are you coming back later? There is another lesson later this afternoon!"

"Really? I didn't know that. Absolutely! I'll be here." Randall started walking toward the main stage with Virginia.

Virginia's stomach rumbled, and she giggled, embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm super hungry!"

"Yeah, me too. I'm going back to my campsite to eat. I'll see you later, ok?" People with day passes weren't allowed into the overnight camping space, so Virginia returned to her friends.

"Sure!" Virginia replied. With his back to her, Randall didn't see that she watched him walk away with a happy smile. It had been a while for her, too.

After lunch, Randall returned to the main stage area, but this time went straight to the dance floor. He sat down to watch the dancers for a moment and saw the flirty older dancer. She was dancing with an even older guy who really knew what he was doing. The two moved around like they were one connected person.

As the song ended, Randall stood up and moved onto the dance floor next to the woman. She glanced at him and then smiled. "You came back!"

"Yes, ma'am. I've been practicing. I'm still bad."

She leaned in and gave Randall a quick hug. "I'll be the judge of that!"

They danced together, and when Randall messed up, the woman just laughed and smiled. "Don't worry! Just try again!"

By the end of the song, Randall was smiling so much that his face hurt. The woman's joyous abandon was infectious, and they both were laughing. Randall said, "That was great, thanks!"

The woman, who still hadn't given Randall her name, said, "Keep practicing, and you will get even better!" She then turned to someone else, and they spun away onto the dance floor.

Randall watched for a moment before turning to step off the dance floor. Virginia stood just off the side and gave him a cute little wave. "Do you want to dance?" she asked.

Randall offered his hand and pulled her to him. "Of course!" Virginia pretended to ignore the gentle brush of his chest against her breasts as they moved together. The older woman watched them dance and flashed Virginia a thumbs-up sign of approval.

The two spent most of the afternoon together, although they danced with many others during that time. As they left the afternoon dance lesson, they were chatting about the festival, and Randall asked if Virginia lived nearby. "No, I live near Bush. Just over an hour away."

Disappointed, Randall replied, "That is too bad; I live in West Lemon, about an hour the other way." They each knew that two hours was too far apart for a relationship, but they were enjoying one another and hung out for the rest of the day. When Virginia's other friends left, she joined Randall on his blanket, and they chatted about inconsequential things, like where they worked and where else they had lived. They didn't exchange last names or phone numbers, each wanting to enjoy the day, with no strings attached.

As the last band started up for the until-midnight-or-later final set, Randall walked Virginia to her car. It was warm, and there was enough moonlight to see. The two held hands as they walked, enjoying the physical connection. They both wanted more, but the distance between their homes was too much. They both knew there was no point in trying to build something.

Standing next to Virginia's car in the near darkness, dragging out their goodbye, Randall stepped close to kiss her. Virginia slipped her hands around his waist as they kissed and, while leaning back against her car, pulled him close. Randall let his hands roam up and down the bare skin on her sides. The contact wasn't much more than what they had done on the dance floor, but it was different now. There was more need.

Randall pressed himself against Virginia before he realized what she would feel. His dick was hard, and she felt it press against her thigh as her breasts pressed against his chest. "Mmmph!" Virginia mumbled through their kiss.

Randall stepped back. "Sorry!"

Virginia let her hand trace over his erection. "Don't be sorry about that. I'm just sorry that I have to leave now." She kissed him one more time before pulling open her car door and slipping inside.

She rolled down her window, and as she started to drive away, she waved and said, "Goodbye, Randall!"

Randall waved back. "Goodbye, Virginia."

He watched her drive away and started walking out of the parking lot. Just before he left the area, the magnitude of the mistake he had just made hit him, and he turned and ran back to find her. It was too late; Virginia was long gone, lost in the stream of vehicles leaving the festival.

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Three weeks later, on a quiet Monday morning, Randall was walking to his office and a coworker, Laura, stepped in front of him with a smile. "So, I hear you met someone at that music festival."

Randall was shocked. Yes, he had mentioned going to the festival to several other co-workers, but he hadn't told anyone about having met Virginia. Besides, he hadn't even mentioned the festival directly to Laura at all; they weren't really that close.

Then it hit him. Laura must know Virginia! Breaking several HR rules, Randall grabbed Laura's arm and dragged her into an open cubicle. Burning with excitement, he asked, "You know Virginia?"

Laura laughed out loud and a broad smile spread across her face. "Virginia who?"

The look of loss on Randall's face made Laura laugh again. She took pity on him and said, "Yes. She is a friend of my sister-in-law, Eliza. We were at their house for a party on Saturday, and Virginia was talking about some great guy she met at the Festival. She said you hadn't even given each other last names, or phone numbers, or anything."

"That's true." Randall realized that he was standing much too close to Laura and stepped back. "How did you put it together?"

Still grinning, Laura said, "She mentioned that the guy worked here. It's a big company, but there isn't anyone else named Randall." She waited for Randall to say something, and his obvious excitement made her grin even more.

Randall started shaking a little. "What is her last name? Her phone number? Anything!"

Laura raised her hands and shook her head. "Sorry. Girl code. I can't give you that."

"What? Then why did you say you knew her!" Randall realized he was getting too loud for the workplace and quieted himself.

"I can't give you her information, but if you give me yours, I will pass it along to her."

Within five minutes, Randall was at Laura's desk with his name, address, phone number, and two different email addresses on a small slip of paper. Laura folded it up and slipped it into her bag to take home. "Oh, thanks! I'll probably be seeing Eliza in a couple of weeks. I'll give this to her then."

Randall's eyes got big. "But..."

"I've got to get to work, Randall. Don't you have something you need to be doing?"

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Laura was teasing; she called Eliza right after work, and Eliza called Virginia right after that. Randall got a call from an unknown number just before 8.

"Hello? This is Randall."

"Hi Randall, it's Virginia. Do you remember me?"

"Oh, thank god! Of course I remember you!"

They talked for over an hour that first time, and Randall made sure to get Virginia's last name, Walsh, and her phone number.

They dated for the next several months, but it was an odd way to date. In addition to phone calls and text messages, they met on the first Saturday of each month at a dance event halfway between their two homes. It was a slow way to date, but it was obvious they each wanted to build something.

After the first dance, Virginia held Randall's hand as they walked to her car. "I've got something I want to give you, if that is ok?"

Randall shrugged in discomfort since he hadn't brought her a gift, but said, "Sure."

Virginia had parked away from the dance hall, facing toward the warehouse that shared the parking lot. There was a little privacy since she had parked in the darkest spot between the overhead lights, but it was still lit well enough that they could see one another. She opened her passenger-side door to let Randall in and ran around to her own door to slide behind the wheel.

Virginia said, "That was fun, right?"

Randall laughed, "Absolutely! I wish I had started dancing earlier. Maybe we would have met sooner."

"Maybe."

There was a brief quiet before Randall asked, "You said you wanted to give me something?"

"Oh, yes." Virginia leaned across the space between them and closed her eyes as she moved in to kiss him. She slipped her hand into his hair and held on tight as he returned her kiss.

After a couple of breathless minutes, they broke apart, and Randall said, "That was a very nice surprise, but I didn't get anything for you!"

"No? Nothing at all?" Virginia turned and slipped onto Randall's lap and said, "You can't think of anything you might like to give me?" She could feel his hardness beneath her ass and wiggled around a little to make it obvious that she knew.

"Well, if you put it that way, I can think of a couple of things I would like to give you. Like this, for example..." Randall kissed Virginia again, but this time he let his tongue run across her lips. After feeling the invitation of her tongue, he followed hers inside.

The car was small, and with two people in the passenger seat it felt crowded. Neither of them minded the closeness. There were other people in the parking lot, though, so they didn't go any further. After enjoying one another for a while, Virginia slid back into her seat. Randall let out a contented sigh and said, "So, same time in November?"

"I look forward to it!"

After each dancing date, they both returned home alone. But only after making out in one of their cars, first.

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Virginia called one evening after their December date and asked if Randall had plans for the Saturday before Christmas. "No. Why? Is there another dance then?"

"Ahh, no. Eliza is having a Christmas party and wants to meet you."

"Oh, I would like that. I owe her for getting us together!"

"And if you want, you can spend the night here."

Randall paused. Neither of them had been to the other's home yet. "Are you sure?"

"I've already checked with my roommate. Rachel says it will be fine."

"Will she be there?"

"Probably. Does that matter?"

Randall didn't have to think about his answer. "No, not at all."

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Virginia and Rachel's house was lit with Christmas lights around most of the windows, and Randall saw a small tree through a window. The whole place looked wonderful with snow piled all around. Just before Randall knocked, the door swung open, but he immediately knew that something was wrong. Virginia's hair was shorter, and she didn't lean in to kiss him as she did at the dances. Her smile wasn't quite right either; it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Hello, Randall. Please come in."

Randall hesitated at the door and then offered his hand. "Hello. I'm Randall Hill. It's nice to meet you."

The woman's face brightened as she smiled, and this time her grin did extend to her eyes. It still wasn't quite right, though. She took his hand briefly as she pulled him into the house. "Rachel Coleman. It's nice to meet you, as well. Most people can't tell us apart."

She turned and yelled into the house, "Virginia! Your boyfriend is here!" She said 'boyfriend' with a teasing singsong lilt.

Rachel gave Randall a sly smile when he reacted to being called 'boyfriend', and they both turned to watch Virginia hurry into the room. She was dressed up for a house party with a red skirt and a shiny white blouse that almost looked silver. Crashing into Randall, she hugged him tight. After a quick kiss, Virginia motioned to Rachel. "I see you've met my roommate, Rachel!"

Randall chuckled and said, "You didn't tell me that your twin sister was your roommate!" The two women looked almost identical, except that Rachel's hair was cut a little shorter.

The two women laughed, and Virginia said, "Oh, we aren't related! A friend introduced us in college because we look so much alike. We've been friends since then!"

Rachel touched Virginia's arm and leaned close. "He knew I wasn't you right away. He's a keeper!"

Virginia squeezed Randall's hand and smiled at her friend. "I think so, too."

"Come on, I'll show you my room." Virginia pulled Randall's hand, and he followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. Even late in the day, the room was well lit with broad windows, but was dominated by a queen-size bed set low to the floor. After dropping his bag on the end of the bed, t

hey embraced.

After kissing for a moment, Virginia pushed herself away. "I've got to finish getting my makeup on. You can wait here."

Virginia rushed out of the bedroom, and Randall heard her enter the bathroom next door. The sounds of small items being moved around the sink carried back to him. He slipped off the shirt he had worn for the drive and put on a gray dress shirt. In dim light, it looked almost silver. It wasn't quite the same color as Virginia's, but it was pretty close. His tie was patterned like the boughs of a Christmas tree with a grinning Santa Claus at the bottom.

"You clean up nice!" Virginia said from the doorway.

"So do you!" Randall said as he checked out the light makeup she was wearing. He had never seen her with it before, but it was subtle and didn't change her looks very much. Tucking the blouse in had accentuated her curves.

"Come on downstairs, Rachel wants to take our picture before we leave!"

"Ok." Randall followed her down the stairs to find Rachel waiting in their living room near a small Christmas tree. The tree Randall had seen from outside was lit up, but there weren't very many ornaments on it. Randall grinned as he saw it.

Virginia shrugged and said, "We are both going to our parents for Christmas, but we had to have a tree!"

Randall laughed and said, "At least you got a tree! I just put lights on a wall in the shape of one since I'm going home, too."

Rachel posed the couple in front of the tree and took several photos. Randall was game to try any pose she suggested until his girlfriend's roommate said, "Now grab her boob and give it a squeeze!"

His hand started to move before he realized what she had said, and then Randall stopped himself. "What? No."

"Rachel! Stop it! That's not ok!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Just trying to hurry you two along!" Rachel grinned at them, but didn't look sorry at all.

Virginia rolled her eyes at her friend. "We've got to get going anyway."

Rachel watched the couple put coats on and said, "Don't worry about waking me up when you get home. I'll have my white noise turned up, and maybe I'll even have earplugs in!"

"Rachel!" Virginia picked up a glove from near the door and threw it at Rachel, who scampered away laughing. Embarrassed, Virginia said, "I'm so sorry for that!"

Randall laughed as he replied, "Sorry for what?"

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Virginia drove to Eliza's house. Parking was challenging because of the piles of snow and all the other guests who had arrived earlier in the evening. Music and light poured from every window, and Eliza's huge Christmas tree lit the front yard through a large bay window. Randall started grinning as soon as he stepped out of the car and heard the Christmas music and warm laughter from inside.

Walking toward the door, he took Virginia's hand and asked, "How many people are going to be here?"

Virginia shrugged. "With their family and friends? Probably over fifty."

"Counting us?"

"Sure."

"Oh, that's not so many, then."

Virginia laughed as she pushed open the door. There was no point in knocking; there was too much noise and activity inside for anyone to hear it. They had added their winter boots to the almost organized rows of snowy, wet footwear by the entrance when Eliza bustled over. "Virginia! You made it!"

The hostess hugged Virginia and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning toward Randall. "And you must be Randall!"

"Yes, ma'am." Randall replied, "Thank you for inviting me." He offered his hand, but the bubbly brunette pulled him in for a quick hug, too.

Eliza smiled as she looked him in the eye and said, "I am very glad to finally meet you! Virginia has told me so much about you!"

"Some of it good, I hope!"

"Of course! Let me introduce you around!" Eliza introduced Randall to several people in quick succession, and he lost track of Virginia as she stopped to talk with someone.

"Laura! Look who made it!" Eliza stopped next to Randall's coworker and the people she was chatting with.

"Randall! Yay!" She turned to the guy to her left. "Tom! This is my coworker, Randall!"

Tom stuck out his fist, and Randall bumped it in response. "Hey, nice to meet you, man! Laura told me how you met Virginia! Cool story, man!"

"It sure is!" Randall offered Laura a hug as he said, "We aren't at work, right?"

"No, we are not!" Laura stepped into his hug and squeezed him tight, too.

Randall kissed her on the cheek and said, "Thank you so much. I owe you."

With a knowing smile, Laura said, "Yes, you certainly do!"

Laura introduced Randall to the other person in the group, Tom and Eliza's mother, Isabel.

"Oh! You are the guy who caught Virginia's eye! I've heard all about you!" Isabel said while hugging Randall.

"You can't have heard all about me!" Randall said with a grin.

"Of course not, but we've been making stuff up, too!" Everyone laughed.

Randall was overwhelmed by the large group of people, most of whom knew one another very well. He did his best to remember names, but was not very successful. Most people congregated in the kitchen and dining room, with other groups spread throughout the house. There were even several children running around among the adults, although they mostly stayed upstairs.

A loud thump rang through the house, and it was loud enough to be heard over the music. Randall saw Eliza look at her husband, Will, who said, "I got it." He moved up the stairs.

Grandma Isabel said, "Nobody is crying, so I'm sure it's fine, but I'll go check, too." As Isabel turned and left Randall alone, he looked around at everyone laughing and eating and saw a young boy looking up at him.

Randall looked down and said, "Is this your house?"

"Yes." The boy looked at Randall like he was appraising a thief.

"Would you mind showing me your Christmas tree? It looked nice from outside, but I couldn't see it very well."

"Ok. Follow me." The boy turned and ran out of the room. Randall shook his head and followed at a normal pace.

The living room was set up with the ten-foot-tall tree as the focal point. It was lit with tiny white lights, a few blinking on and off. The decorations were a mixture of old bulbs, travel mementos, and handmade children's ornaments.

Randall smiled at the tree and told the boy, "This is my favorite kind of tree. The kind where the ornaments tell a story. Which one is your favorite?"

The boy walked to the tree and pointed to a picture frame shaped like a flattened bulb. The wooden frame was hand-decorated with markers. "I made this one for Mom last year in school! She put a picture of us from when I was a baby. See?"

Randall leaned close and examined the ornament. The picture was of a younger Eliza and a baby with a wide-eyed smile. Randall smiled and said, "I love this picture! I see why your mom picked it. Thanks for sharing it with me!"

Virginia entered the room, and they both turned to look at her. Virginia smiled and said, "There you are, Randall! I wondered where you wandered off to!"

The boy looked back and forth between the two adults and asked, "Is this your boyfriend, Aunt Ginny?"

Virginia took Randall's hand and kissed him on the cheek. "Yes, Billy, this is Randall."

"Gross! Kissing!" The boy turned and ran out of the room.

Virginia and Randall laughed. Randall stroked Virginia's cheek and kissed her gently. "That is not an opinion I share."

Virginia hugged him and replied, "I'm glad!"

The party lasted a couple of hours longer, and Randall got better at remembering names. As people started to leave, Virginia and Randall found Eliza and Will. Virginia said, "We need to get going. Thank you very much for inviting us!"

As Virginia and Eliza hugged, Will shook Randall's hand and said, "It was nice meeting you. Drive safe; I'm sure you've got a long drive to get back home tonight!" He knew very well that Randall would be spending the night with Virginia.

Virginia blushed at the knowledge that almost everyone at the party knew where Randall would be sleeping. Eliza tapped Will with the back of her hand. "Stop it!"

Eliza hugged Randall and said, "It was wonderful to meet you. I hope to see you again soon!"

Randall said, "I look forward to it! And thanks again for inviting us."

Laura appeared next to the couple just before they left. She hugged Virginia first and then Randall. "I'll see you Monday, Randall!" She grinned at Virginia as she waved goodbye to the couple. Virginia blushed again.

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As promised, Rachel had her white noise machine running when they arrived home, but Randall and Virginia heard her scamper up the stairs to shut her bedroom door behind her as they entered the house.

Rachel had left a surprise for the young couple. Pinned to the top of Virginia's bedroom doorway was a sprig of mistletoe. In the barely lit hallway, Virginia missed it, but Randall pulled her hand to stop her just as she passed beneath it.

"What? Are you ok?" Virginia looked concerned.

Randall pointed upward, and when Virginia realized what he was pointing at, she burst out laughing. She raised her face and pursed her lips toward Randall. Taking the invitation, he hugged her, and they kissed. The kiss was full of need, and hope, and desire.

Virginia pushed Randall's chest to move him away from her and said, "You use the bathroom first. I'll go after you since it will take me a few minutes to clean my face."

"Ok." Randall only took a couple of minutes before returning to Virginia's bedroom. He noticed that the mistletoe was no longer above the door, but instead had been pinned to the headboard. Virginia stood next to the bed, looking nervous, as Randall entered. They had never even seen each other naked and were about to sleep together for the first time. Randall said, "We don't have to do anything. No matter what all of your friends think is going to happen tonight."

Virginia laughed, "Yeah, they weren't very subtle, were they? I'll be back in a couple minutes."

Randall stripped off his outer clothes, but left his underwear on. He very much wanted, and hoped, to have sex with Virginia, but didn't want his nakedness to put any extra pressure on her. The mistletoe above his head seemed like a very good sign that their desires would be met. As he slipped between the covers, he smelled the scent of fresh laundry. Virginia had changed the sheets earlier that day. Grinning to himself, he realized that she wanted the first time he slept in her bed to be special.

A few minutes later, Virginia entered the bedroom wearing a knee-length nightgown. She turned off the main light, but the room was still dimly lit by the reflected Christmas lights on the outside of the house, lighting up the yard. Sliding into the bed next to Randall, she crawled partway on top of him. While kissing, she let her hand run up and down his naked chest.

Feeling her breasts pressing against his body, Randall let out a sigh. "Mmm."

"Oh, you like that, do you? Well, let's see how you like this..."

Virginia straddled Randall's right thigh and ran her hands into his hair as she let her tongue run across his lips. Randall replied by running his hands up and down her sides while chasing her tongue back inside so that he could trace her lips. He kept his hands off of her breasts, but he let his forearms brush against their fullness.

They let their tongues intertwine for a while as their hands explored each other.

Virginia took the next step by squeezing Randall's dick and then sliding her hand inside his underwear. She started to jack him off with long, slow strokes.

Randall escalated in turn by running his hands onto her breasts and unbuttoning the top of her nightgown. Once her breasts were bare, he began licking and kissing them. Virginia got very excited and started to breathe heavier, which made her breasts heave. Randall loved that, and with Virginia's attention to his dick, he was starting to get close.

Virginia rolled over onto her back, pulling Randall halfway across her body while continuing to stroke him, but just a little faster. Randall moved back to kissing Virginia's face, and she started tracing his lips with her tongue. Randall worked his hand up Virginia's bare legs to find that she was not wearing underwear. He started to tease her naked vagina, but just on the outside.

Randall was very close to coming and whispered, "Please." He only meant to ask for Virginia to finish him off. But Virginia wanted more. While biting down on her own lower lip, she nodded her head and spread her thighs a little wider. It was a clear invitation that brought Randall back to thinking clearly. He did not want to come from a handjob when Virginia was offering him her whole body.

Randall stripped off his underwear and rolled between her thighs. He pushed her nightgown up over her hips, revealing a trim bush of black hair. Kneeling there, looking down at Virginia, he asked, "Are you sure?"

Virginia wrapped her ankles around Randall's knees and pulled him closer. "Yes! I've wanted this since we met! It's safe."

Randall ran the tip of his dick up and down the folds of her sex, spreading her wetness around. "Thank god! Me too!" He lowered himself while using his dickhead to spread her moistness around between her folds. After a few moments, he probed her opening and felt her welcome him inside. With short strokes, he embedded his full length inside her warm body.

Virginia squeezed him; her arms around his chest, her legs around his thighs, and her pussy around his dick. Then she started moving her hips in the rhythm she needed. Randall caught the rhythm quickly, and they started moving together.

"You are so hot, Virginia, I'm not going to last very long! Use your fingers on yourself so we can come together."

Randall held himself above Virginia so he could watch her movements. One hand went to her clit, and she started rubbing all around it; her other hand slipped into the loose top of her nightgown and started playing with her nipples.

Randall tried to last, but with this sexy woman beneath him it was a losing battle. Virginia caught up with him, though, and as his first rope of cum blasted deep inside her, she started to orgasm as well. Her whole body convulsed as an incoherent moan escaped her lips. Randall continued thrusting past the end of his own orgasm until he felt Virginia relax beneath him.

Still inside, Randall rolled over and pulled Virginia on top of him. After a moment, Virginia lifted her head up off his shoulder and smiled down at him. She gave him a gentle kiss and asked, "Why did we wait so long?"

"Distance. And it wasn't right before. This was perfect."

Virginia sat up on Randall and pulled her nightgown up over her head. "Perfect? It was a good start, but I want to keep going!" She rolled her hips and moved Randall around inside her body. "How long before you are ready again?" He had not gone soft, yet.

Randall reached up to massage Virginia's breasts. He felt himself twitch inside her wet love nest. "Oh, I don't think it will take long..." Randall flicked a nipple with his tongue as he started to move his hips in time with Virginia.

"There is no hurry. We have all night." Virginia looked down at her lover as she rocked her hips and felt him stiffen again.

The end, for now.

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