Cougar town: 6> A Christmas tree for the cougar (fm:threesomes, 5789 words)
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|Having picked out her tree for Christmas, Hillary Fooks, a 26-year-young cougar, as she does every year, has Ted’s young lads deliver the six footer, only for the light snow flurry to have suddenly worsened as she awaited its arrival.|
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Authors note: Although, yes, this is a Christmas story, it is part of a themed set of 12 stories.
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Christmas, a time for celebrating and giving and receiving and it all starts for Hillary Fooks with a real Christmas tree.
Every year, without fail, after moving into her own one-bedroom apartment, the 26-year-young cougar has bought a Christmas tree from Ted, and this year was no different.
"Evening, Ms Fooks," he said, having noticed her all wrapped up against the winter seasonal cold, the snow making some small effort to settle.
"Your usual?" he intoned, with a warm smile, every so often scuffing his feet on the ground to keep the blood circulating through his body.
Although Ted had to stand out in the cold for 10 hours, his young sons, Michael and Robert, both in their early 20's, delivered the trees - especially the big ones - to the customer's homes.
"Yes, a nice big one," she said, adding a knowing smile.
"I don't know how you do it, Ted. Standing in the cold for hours at a time," Hillary sympathised as she handed over $45.
"A radiant smile helps to keep me warm," he rejoined. ‘Is Ted flirting with me,' Hillary wondered to herself, before agreeing a time for the tree to be delivered and saying thanks. She then gave Ted a warm smile and went to get some presents along with tree lights and baubles to replace the old ones.
By the time Hillary arrived home, the early evening snowfall was dense enough to settle on the ground, but not so that it made driving impossible. That said, Ted's sons had yet to arrive at the agreed time. ‘No doubt held up,' she thought to herself, and as she gazed out of her lounge window Hillary couldn't help but notice just how hard the snowfall had become as it tumbled out of the moonlit December sky.
Having unpacked her bags from shopping, the first thing Hillary did was to change out of her warm winter clothes into something feminine and resplendent of a cougar. She had removed her thick cable-knit jumper and put on an open neck electric blue blouse with large buttons. Gone were her jeans and pantyhose, which she replaced with a pair of black lace top hold ups and a navy blue, almost black skirt that fell to just above her knees.
"I hope they haven't broken down, especially in the cold,' she worried before pouring herself a drink, a warm whiskey over ice with just a dash of water. It warmed more than just her insides as usual.
With the glass half empty, Hillary jumped when she heard the front doorbell ring. Looking up at the clock as she rose from the black leather three seater sofa, she noticed the time and remarked how late Ted's sons were, if it was indeed them. She certainly wasn't expecting anyone else that evening.
Hillary hurried to the door and soon had it open. The chill from the evening air rushed in. It was sufficient enough to cause her skirt to flutter up and reveal a teasing glimpse of the bottom of the lace top hold up that adorned her right thigh, but not much else.
"Y-your t-tree, Ms F-fooks," Michael stuttered, clearly affected by the cold, enough that his breath hung in the air while his older brotherPlain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version for easy saving or printing
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