Musing With Imari

A Christmas to Remember Excerpt

Okay, she was still beautiful, Sebastian thought as he drove back to his home after his session with Doctor Betty. So were eighty percent of the women in the world. So why did seeing Jacinda Murphy make him giddy as a teenager? Because it had always been that way, he mused.

He walked into his house and pressed the button on the answering machine. There were a couple of business calls, and one from his mother reminding him about the annual Christmas fund-raiser they always worked together. Each year they collected toys for underprivileged children. His mother had been diligently collecting them since the day after last Christmas, but there were still some donations to pick up. His mother assigned him a few things to do to help. He had seen to most of them, and just had a few minor details to work out, like get a date.

“And don’t forget we’re having dinner with the Murphys on Christmas Eve,” his mother added before hanging up.

As he headed up to his suite of rooms, he found himself wondering if Jacinda would be attending this year. Her mother always made up some excuse for her instead of just saying that Jacinda had a life.

Sebastian had kept tabs on Jacinda even though he’d not seen her in ten years. He had read a couple of her earlier books. They were a bit on the girly side, but very well written. When they were kids, he hadn’t imagined she would become a writer. He thought she would be a fashion model or an interior designer. Or maybe a pampered rich girl who lived off her husband’s money. Perhaps he had been wrong about her.

Sebastian reached his suite. He walked through the wooden door and into the sitting room. He flipped a switch on the wall to turn on the lights and reached over to his left and hung his car keys on the key rack. As he passed by a mahogany Queen Anne chair, he tossed his coat on the back of it and continued into the master bedroom, where he flipped on another light switch. This turned on the two lamps beside his king-sized bed and the over-head ceiling fan, which began to circulate the air. He put his hand on his hips and surveyed the room. It was still too dark for his tastes, so he walked over to the window and drew back the heavy burgundy and gold drapes. Satisfied, he turned away from the window and sat down on his bed. He removed his shoes and socks and then stood back up on the thick burgundy carpeting. His thoughts turned to Jacinda as he headed toward the bathroom.

He wondered why she was seeing Doctor Betty. Maybe she had a fear of men. That could be it, since her mother never talked about her dating any one. Sebastian turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. He stripped off his clothes and stepped beneath the shower spray. She was probably frigid. If that was the truth, it was a shame, he thought as images of her soft blonde hair danced before his eyes. She wore it a little shorter now, a little more fashionable than she had worn it as a teenager. Back then it was so long that it hung down to her deliciously rounded ass. Now it barely brushed her shoulders.

He would be lying if he said she hadn’t changed. She had grown from a nubile young teenager into a beautiful woman. She had the perfect face of an angel, eyes as blue as a robin’s egg, and very high cheekbones. And those lips... Where in the hell did she get those? They were so lush and full, and just the thought of them wrapped around his penis made him light-headed.

He ran his hand down his chest, rubbing the soap until it rinsed away. He rinsed lower, envisioning her pert breasts, her flat stomach and her rounded hips. He would bet his fortune that a golden nest of curls were laying between her legs, just waiting for a man to tangle his fingers in it. And her thighs were probably so creamy his fingers would sink inside when he parted them. He unconsciously put the soap in the dish and began stroking his swollen member. He looked down. He could barely get his fist around it and it nearly touched his knee. All the doctors he visited over the years tried to convince him that it was normal, but he didn’t think so. His penis grew thick in his hands as he moved it in and out of the cup he had fashioned with his fists. He thrust his hips forward, imagining he was inside of Jacinda. Her soft moans sweetly filled his ear…