A Thanksgiving Feast

I focus on stirring the mashed potatoes, trying hard not to keep looking at the clock. The house is filled with the comforting smells of roasting turkey, fresh rolls, and the earthy scent of pumpkin pie baking in the oven. Thanksgiving has always been her favorite holiday, but this year is different. 

This year, Alex, my childhood best friend and next door neighbor, was back visiting his parents after five years of traveling. I had been so confused to see his name pop up on my phone after years of no contact, but once I realized what was happening, my heart started to race in a way I never expected. Something about the way he smiled when I greeted him at the door, with a glint of nostalgia in his eyes, made my stomach flip in a way it never had before.

“Need any help?” Alex asks, leaning against the kitchen doorway, his voice warm and familiar.

I wipe my hands on my apron. “I think I’ve got it covered. I think I’ve finally mastered mom’s stuffing,” I say with a playful grin. 

Alex chuckles, stepping into the kitchen. He takes a seat at the island and watches me work, his presence surprisingly comforting. I catch him staring at me out of the corner of my eye, as if trying to read my thoughts. Suddenly I feel self conscious, as if the person sitting in front of me is not someone I’ve known my whole life, but a complete stranger. 

We had always been friends growing up, but after high school, Alex had left to travel abroad full-time and I went the traditional college route. We tried to keep in touch, but we naturally drifted apart as our lives got busier and the distance grew larger. Soon we had nothing in common to talk about.

Seeing him was both familiar and shocking—I knew he was Alex, the boy whom I had grown up next door to, the one I had known for eighteen years. Yet he didn’t quite look or sound like him anymore. He had grown up. His voice was deeper, his arms muscular, and his face chiseled. Years of traveling the world gave him a unique laid back sophistication that had replaced the youthful naivety he had when he left. His smile was softer now, as if he was hiding a secret from everyone. The stubble on his chin only made him seem much more mysterious.

“Help me get the turkey out of the oven,” I say a half hour later. 

He does as I instructed, his biceps stretching the fabric of his rolled up sleeves as he holds the hot roasting pan. “Where do you want this?” he asks.

“Put the turkey on the serving plate, please.” 

We barely exchange any words and although there is no awkwardness, things are not the same. Alex is hot. He had always been a good-looking guy, but I had never been curious to know what his lips felt like, or what he looked like without clothes on. Right now, that is all I can think about.

 

“What’s wrong?” Alex asks, putting his hand on the small of my back. 

A shiver runs down my spine. What is wrong with me? This is Alex. Goofy, slightly-awkward Alex from next door. “Nothing,” I reply quickly. “I’m just trying to finish dinner before everyone arrives in thirty minutes.”

“Who’s everyone? Your parents, my parents, and your brother?” he asks, still not removing his hand from my back. His face is so close to mine I can feel the warmth of his breath against my cheek.

My face starts to feel hot. “Yes.”

He studies my face, his gaze lingering on my lips longer than it should. I’m tempted to close the distance between us, to brush my lips against his and have him hold me in his arms. Being so close to him is making me weak in the knees, and I am clearly losing my mind. 

Alex scoffs. “You’re a terrible liar.” 

“Just help me set the table,” I add, desperately trying to change the subject. 

Alex does as I instructed and helps set the table without another word. Meanwhile, all I can think about is whether or not he has a girlfriend he has yet to mention.

Dinner is lively, as it always is, with everyone talking over each other and laughing until their stomachs ache. Alex’s parents, of course, are thrilled to have him home. My parents are just as enthusiastic to see him, and soon enough, the table is crowded with plates of turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing and, of course, pumpkin pie with lots of whipped cream.

But through all the chatter, I can’t stop sneaking glances at Alex. He’s seated across from me, looking devilishly handsome and carefree. I’d rather be having him than Thanksgiving dinner, and that thought terrifies me.

“What finally brought you home this year?” my brother suddenly asks.

“Jake!” my mother snaps. “Don’t ask questions like that.”

“It’s fine, mom. It’s just Alex,” Jake adds. 

My brother is right. It’s just Alex. And yet the thought of just Alex is making me horny at a time when I should be giving thanks for all my blessings. Instead, I’m imagining what it would be like to have him rip my clothes off.

Snap out of it! I tell myself. 

“I realized I wanted what I left behind,” Alex replies, looking at me from across the table. Something flickers in his eyes—something deep and primal that was never there before. 

After dinner, as the table is cleared and dessert is brought out, Alex’s mom stands and motions toward her house. “Should we all go for a round of Monopoly for old time’s sake?” she asks.

Everyone agrees, but I decide to stay behind. I don’t need to spend another hour agonizing over Alex. I’m mortified when he decides to stay behind as well. 

Once we are alone and we hear the door to Alex’s parents house open and close, he immediately turns to face me. “Will you finally tell me why you’re being so weird?” he asks, grabbing me by the shoulders.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, feigning innocence.

Alex rolls his eyes. “Fine. I’ll just tell you what I think is going on.” He clears his throat. “I’m different. You’re… different,” he continues, his voice hesitant. “In a good way.”

I feel my face get hot, a bit embarrassed by the compliment. “ What does that mean?”

Alex’s grin deepens and he shrugs. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Yes,” I say, feeling the mood of the conversation shifting.

“You’re beautiful, okay? You’re hot as hell and I’ve been trying not to ogle you since I walked through the door,” Alex says with a smirk as he runs a hand through his hair.

“You’re not so bad looking yourself,” I tease.

Alex takes one step toward me. “We’re alone,” he adds. 

“We are,” I reply. “What are you going to do about it?”

Alex immediately closes the distance between us, sweeping me into his arms and kissing me. His lips are soft and firm, and his tongue explores the inside of my mouth while his hands trace their way down my back. He presses his hips against mine, and I feel his erection growing underneath his jeans. 

My mind is telling me to take things slow with Alex, that I’m entering uncharted territory, but my body doesn’t care. My hand reaches for his erection and I start to rub it over his pants. 

Alex pulls back, his eyes ablaze, before disappearing into the kitchen. A few seconds later, he’s back with a can of whipped cream in his hand. He puts it in his back pocket before lifting me over his shoulder in one swift motion. I don’t have a chance to react before he’s carrying me expertly up the stairs, spanking me every few steps, until we reach my childhood bedroom. 

Alex throws me gently on my old bed and locks the door behind him. Then he climbs on top of me, kissing my neck and runs his hands underneath my shirt. He cups my breasts in each of his hands, massaging them lightly until finally unhooking my bra. Then he lifts my shirt over my head and removes my bra, throwing it across the room.

He runs his thumbs over my nipples, rubbing and kneading them until they are perky and hard. Then he takes the can of whipped cream and swirls a generous amount on my nipples. Alex puts one of them in his mouth, circling it with his tongue and eating away at his sweet treat while his hands are busy removing my pants, then his.

I desperately take his underwear off, and his huge, hard cock springs out as soon as I do. I give it a gentle squeeze before running my hand back and forth against his thick shaft. I take the whipped cream from his hands, spraying a thick layer along his shaft before circling the tip of his penis with my tongue and licking it all off. Alex’s eyes roll back, his back arching with pleasure. 

“You’re so naughty,” he whispers. 

His hands are suddenly on my hips and he pulls me closer to him. I feel his fingers starting to rub my clit and a moan escapes my lips. Then he spits on the palm of his hand and slides two fingers inside me, using his palm to continue massaging me in all the right places. Alex expertly curls his fingers, moving them side to side, leaving nothing untouched. 

“That feels…amazing,” I barely manage to say.

Alex slips his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty. I want them back inside. I want him inside. He spanks me playfully a few times, making me desperate for more. 

“Sit on my face,” he orders. “Now.”

My heart goes into overdrive. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I never imagined Alex would be the one I would do this with. Nevertheless, I do as I am told. I carefully straddle his face, positioning myself on my knees so that his mouth is directly underneath my clit.

Alex’s rugged hands grab my hips and he pulls me down onto his face. He starts to suck on my clit, letting his tongue roam around between my labia and my opening. The sensation is so incredible I cry out with pleasure and sit up instinctively. Still grabbing my hips, Alex pulls me back down onto his face and continues nibbling and sucking on my pussy. He forces me to stay firmly on his face. I grab onto his hair for support and start to rotate my hips, moving my pussy up and down his lips and chin. Eventually the tip of his chin is positioned at the entrance of my pussy, intensifying the sensation as he moves his jaw up and down to play with his tongue.

I’m so close my legs start to shake. I feel an orgasm building at the base of my core, and deep, primal moans escape my lips more and more often, but Alex doesn’t stop. He keeps flicking his tongue back and forth until I can’t control myself any more and I explode all over his face.

I climb off of him and fall onto my back as he licks my juices clean off his lips. 

Alex gets up and spreads my legs open. He runs his hand from my shoulders down to my thighs and a shiver runs down my spine, perking my nipples once again. He’s still grazing the inside of my thighs as he enters me, filling me up.

“You’re so tight,” he says with a moan. 

He leans over me, kissing my neck and shoulders. His cock is so thick it stretches me open, pulling me taught as he inserts himself to the hilt. I feel his hot breath against my ear as his hard cock pumps deeper and harder inside me each time. 

Alex slides his throbbing cock in and out of my slick-pussy. The pleasure intensifies when he leans forward, putting some of his weight on me. The combination of his hard thrusts now hitting my G-spot and the pressure of his body weight send me into overdrive.

“I’m so close,” I warn him, feeling my walls clamping around his shaft.

“Me too,” he whispers into my ear, before beginning to nibble it. 

I was on the verge of a full sensory overload, and I was enjoying every minute of it. I started rubbing and tugging on my clit, finally bringing me over the brim for the second time tonight. 

Alex’s back arched and I felt his cock convulse into an orgasm. He slid out of me and let his body fall on the bed next to me. 

“Fuck, that was amazing,” I finally say when I’ve recovered my ability to think.

“Can I come over and have seconds tomorrow?” he asks with a smirk.