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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 46 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Started life as kinky Christmas-related short stories in 2022 and took on a life of its own shortly thereafter. 100 fiction, none of this is real, and I own nothing except for the character of Christine.

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Christine raised her head and she saw that she had returned to the bistro from before, albeit without any clothes on. She was still naked from the spring in the mountains, but she had kept a towel around her body.
She glanced around the little back room there, right down the hallway from the stage, from where Alex had stepped off from before.
As far as she knew, it was a dream inside of a dream. That she and Alex had found that room together followed by the spring in the mountains, was all a dream within her dream. And yet, it felt so real to her, so real within that current dream, even with the towel wrapped around her body.
A round of applause erupted beyond the slightly ajar door, and she could hear the trio stepping off the stage. She craned her neck for a look out the door and yet, she couldn’t see much of anything down that hallway there. She turned her head and she spotted a little black box on the small wooden table next to her.
Christine moved her hand out from under the towel and she picked the box off the table: the edge of the towel fell off her chest all the while, but it didn’t faze her in the least. There was a white piece of paper on the side of the box, which read:
“This should keep you busy. -L”
She raised an eyebrow at that. She knew no one with a name that started with “L” but the black box appeared to be for her, especially once she opened it and she revealed a blindfold, some rope, a silicone seafoam green dildo, and a plug of smoky glass and a black silicone handle.
As far as she knew, it would be some time before Alex made his way into there to meet up with her again. She took the dildo out from the velvet holster, and then she set the black box back down on the table next to her. She cradled the dildo in between her hands, and she caressed the ends with the pads of her thumbs.
It felt clean, clean enough to use it for herself.
Christine let the towel fall right off her body all the way, and she let it collect around her feet and ankles. She held it inside of one hand. She nibbled on her bottom lip: it had been some time since she had used a toy for her own pleasure.
She leaned her head back and she closed her eyes as she stuck the tip of the dildo in between the lips of her hood.
The smooth silicone caressed over that little nub of nerves and she let out a low whistle at the feeling. It tickled her and it sent a deep surge up her spine, right from the base and around her hips. Her nipples tightened up and the feeling pulsated up her back and all around her body.
She breathed harder and heavier from the feeling as it rose higher and higher inside of her, and all she was doing was moving the tip of the dildo around the inside of the hood. She opened her eyes and she glanced over to the black box once again.
There was that glass plug in there as well and she knew where that went.
Christine stood onto her feet and she slipped the dildo out from under her hood. She picked up the plug with her free hand. She pursed her lips together as she stooped over and she stuck the plug right in between her cheeks.
The glass felt so cold and yet so smooth, and yet it kept her ass opened up. The sides of the actual plug itself tickled her there and she giggled from the deep feeling within her.
“Chris?”
She opened her eyes and she raised her head for a look on at Alex there in the doorway before her. He rested his hands on either side of the door frame and his hair dangled down over his shoulders and onto his chest. The plume of gray remained firmly in place over his bangs, as if a single pearl of white sprouted up in his hair to contrast with his black hair, a little tuft about the size of his pinky finger. He wore a white button-up shirt with a black velvet vest on top, and a little black pendant around his neck.
“What fresh hell is this,” he muttered to himself: he glimpsed over his shoulder to the hallway, and then he padded into the room to be with her. He shut the door behind him and his eyes scanned over her nude body. “Oh, my god.”
“It looks exactly what you think it is,” she told him as she shoved the dildo into his hand. He swallowed, and he dropped his gaze to her chest and the fact that she was stooped over right before him. She ran her tongue over bottom lip as if she thirsted for him. She did: she had worked her clit with her own hand by the end of the dildo, and she had that craving for his flesh.
She knew there were some other things in that box, but she wanted to take one thing at a time, especially since that boy held it right before her face.
“I want you to use this on me,” she begged him, and Alex swallowed in response to that. “I want you to caress this right into my clit and I want you to be gentle with it.”
“Is there a reason why you’re bent over like this?” he asked her in a low voice.
“I’ll tell you later,” she promised him, and she gave her hair a toss back with a flick of her head.
Alex glanced over to the side of the room, and he gestured for her to follow him there. With the plug tucked up inside of her ass, she hobbled along the floor to the small love seat tucked on the side of the room.
She lay down flat on her back with her legs open for him.
Alex caressed the inside of her thighs and her knees with his free hand, and then he gave her a little line of kisses on the inside of her thighs. Christine opened her lips for him and she treated him to a soft moan. He brought a finger up to his lips to keep her quiet.
“All for you, baby,” she whispered to him.
With a little lap of his tongue around his mouth, he slipped the head of the dildo back into her hood. But she could tell that he had only used the very tip of the dildo, the smooth silicone tip upon the lips of her hood.
“Deeper,” she begged him. “Go deeper. Please.”
Alex nibbled on his bottom lip and he raised his eyebrows as he drove the end of the dildo underneath her hood. She stared hard into his face, all so he could take his attention off the space between her legs and onto her face. He locked eyes with her as he dug in deep.
With the head of the dildo onto that little nub, she was sure that there was no way that he could bring her higher and higher.
And then he tucked his fingers in between her lips.
“Make ya come twice,” he declared in a low voice.
She let out a low whistle. He lifted his hand out from her lips and onto her crotch. He kept the dildo away from her hood all so he could use those guitar player fingers. Christine lowered her gaze down to her nipples, as tight and pointed as they had ever been: they were even tighter than they were back at the mountain spring.
“Is there anything in there for me?” he asked her.
“I don’t know—I didn’t really look, to be frank, baby.”
He brought his head in between her knees and he pressed his lips onto her soft belly, right underneath her belly button, and she moved her head closer to him as if she was about to kiss him on the forehead. He moved back and brought the dildo back to her hood once again to tickle her again.
“Oh, you’re gonna punish me for kissing you?” she teased him.
“Maybe. I might just be doing this all to get all the more comfortable with this body of yours.” He showed her a smirk as he stuck that end of the dildo back in between that little opening and onto that little nub of nerves to send her into another rouse of orgasm. “Unless you want me to.”
“I would rather punish you for being a naughty boy,” she retorted back to him.
He kept the smirk on his face as he took out the dildo, and then he walked on over to the black box on the stand next to that chair.
“In here, you said?” he asked her as he popped off the lid.
“Right in there, baby,” she told him, and he nudged back something black and velvety in appearance, and he took out a little seafoam green ring, about the size of a nickel. Christine's face lit up at the sight of that.
“Oh, yeah, that’s a cock ring,” she told him as she sat upright and rested her hands on her knees: the plug in her ass had a firm grip on her and thus, she had no way of sitting up all the way, even on a comfortable love seat such as that one. “You put that on over your dick and it vibrates.” He raised his eyebrows at that, and he set the box down on the table next to him again, and he doubled back to her to show it to her.
“Yeah, there’s a little switch there on the side,” she pointed out. “There are three settings so—you—put it on and temper it the way that you like it.”
“Wouldn’t it be something if I put this on and went out there on stage again to jam and everyone wondered as to why I’m vibrating like an earthquake?” he suggested in a single breath and with a smirk on his face. She burst out laughing at that.
“You should!” she declared. “You should totally do that!”
He nibbled on his bottom lip and he kept his eyes on the ring in between his fingers. He then sighed through his nose.
“I do go back on in about five minutes,” he told her in a low voice.
Alex stood back up and he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand. Christine watched him peel off his underwear and show himself to her. She licked her lips at the sight of that dick and the soft-looking skin on his thighs and below his waist: such beautiful, soft skin, perfect for gentle touches and soft kisses in the best way possible.
“So, I just slip it on like this?” he asked her as he held the ring to his head. She paid more attention to his bare genitals right before her face than anything. “Chris!”
She shook her head and she gazed up at the bewildered but slightly amused look plastered on his face.
“I just slip it over my dick like this?” He slipped it over the head, albeit with a bit of struggle given it was slightly smaller in size.
“Just like that,” she promised him, and the ring rested upon the top of the head and against the side of his shaft. “How do you feel?”
“It actually feels quite nice,” he confessed. “And I just switch it on?”
“Just flip the little black switch there on the side—” He did, and his spine zipped back a bit, as if an electrical charge had been shot up his back. She giggled at him, but the knock on the door proved that the show had to go on. He slipped his underwear back on, followed by his pants.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” he vowed to her, and he flashed her a wink. She puckered her lips at him as if to beckon a kiss out of him, but he ducked back into the rest of the bistro right then.
She knew she would have to punish him for not kissing her.
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