On getting that clichèd Christmas Day "I hope you're doing well" text when you're not 100% over them yet.

 Lustery POV is stacking up on sexy christmas stories this month… Starting with a relatable tale about rekindling old flames, featuring a steamy session of phone sex

I Hope You’re Doing Well | Christmas Erotica Short Story

I Hope You're Doing Well

Gia sits down on the bordeaux couch with a cup of hot eggnog in hands. She used to 

eggnog. She admittedly still hates the name (possibly the most unappealing name for a beverage ever) but she’s grown fond of the taste.

In fact, she used to find most things holiday season cringey and lately she’s been all about the December spirit. It seems the years have made her sentimental. Or maybe she’s just been really fucking lonely lately.

The eggnog warms her up as she sinks inside her fluffy pyjamas. This is very cosy. She scans around the warm-toned living room of her parents, their 

 peacefully snoozing on her dad’s armchair. Outside, snow is falling daintily, a shy ray of sunlight casting its glow around the cul-de-sac.

Christmas was good. She almost feels a little guilty because out of her friend group, she’s one of the only ones who doesn’t dread spending time with the family during holidays. Her parents are not without their flaws, of course, but they are loving and understanding. Her brother is objectively hilarious and caring, and they get along great after years of heavy fighting in their pubescent years.

She sighs heavily, debating on whether she wants to brave through the barrage of Christmas posts on Instagram. As if on cue, the phone vibrates in her hand with a WhatsApp notification that makes her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach, jolt back up, and start beating full throttle.

Merry Christmas, I hope you’re doing well…

She can feel her breathing picking up speed. 

She stares at the three dots at the end of the message, wondering if she has enough willpower to not open it right away.

She clicks on it, and it seems like the app takes forever to open. She blinks at the message.

: Merry Christmas, I hope you’re doing well. I know it’s been a while, but I just wanted you to know I’ve been thinking about you and wishing you positive things. Hopefully you’re having a good Christmas?

Her whole body feels on high alert. She sees the little “online” sign light up under his name. 

Hey, thank you for the message. I hope you’re having a great Christmas too. Around here everything is good. Dumpling and Noodle say hello.

She eyes the two chubby cats snoozing peacefully. They hopefully wouldn’t mind her using them to get the conversation going.

Ha! I’m glad to hear. I miss those fuckers.

She quickly snaps a photo of them, Dumpling eyeing her moodily as the cell phone flash disturbs his slumber.

"Half an hour ago, she thought they were never speaking again. Now...she’s considering seducing him over the phone?"

She feels nostalgic, needy, and frankly, a bit horny. It’s been a while since she’s gotten laid, and it’s been even longer since she had gotten a 

If she’s being completely honest with herself, since him.

She bites her lip, wondering if she’ll take his bait. Then, she sends him a heart-eyes emoji.

She takes a while to respond, feeling her heart beating inside her throat.

Her phone starts vibrating in her hand and she almost throws it across the room as if it were on fire. Diego is calling her.

All the times she thought about this, wished for it, and there it is. On the other side of the line, waiting for her to pick up.

Frantically, she presses the green button, glueing her phone to her ear.

“H-hi.” She hopes she doesn’t sound as ridiculously distraught as she feels.

“Hey.” She can hear the smile in his voice. “It’s good to hear from you.”

“Yes.” She sighs. “It’s been a while.”

“I’m sorry to call out of the blue like this. I know we haven’t been talking. But to be honest I’ve tried to resist talking to you for months now… Today I accepted defeat.”

“It’s okay, it’s not like I’m busy right now.” She rolls her eyes at her own attempt at dismissiveness. “How have you been?”

“Gia.” His voice is lower now. “I think we made a mistake.”

“Diego, this is a lot right now. I’m with my family, and…”

“I know. I know! I’m sorry. It’s just… I keep thinking about this, it’s like this voice in my brain that won’t shut up. And if you tell me you don’t feel like that at all I promise I will delete your number and never talk to you again. I promise.”

“But if you wonder sometimes, too… Just tell me we can talk in person when we’re both back. That’s all I ask.”

“Okay. Okay, we can do that.” Her voice comes out as a whisper.

He breathes out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

Fuck. She has always loved the way he says her name. Something insight spikes, and she feels tingles all over. She misses him in more ways than one.

She wonders if she is going crazy. Half an hour ago, she thought they were never speaking again. Now not only the option of getting back together is on the table, but she’s considering seducing him over the phone?

“Wait. Let me go into my room.” She slowly tip-toes to her 

 bedroom, as the rest of the family is watching TV in the winter garden. She sits on the floor besides the twin bed, striped blue and white sheets that smell strongly of fabric softener.

“Why did you go into your room?” There’s a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Oh, you know. Just to have a bit more privacy.” She tries to sound nonchalant.

 are crazy. It wasn’t my idea to fuck in your childhood bedroom with your parents right next door.”

“Hey, I was drunk! Plus, I have no regrets.”

“If I was there now, I’d probably be the one to convince you this time.”

“I would like that.” Her voice is dead serious.

“Gia… Are we really doing this? Because if that’s not what you want that’s okay but then we need to hang up now.”

“Well…” His voice has a tinge of embarrassment. “You’re making me hard.” She is glad he can’t see her victorious smile. She knows she would be judged by all the 

 on her Instagram feed for having phone sex with her ex on Christmas day, but it doesn’t fucking matter. This is what she wants.

“Good. You’re making me wet.” He gasps.

“Who’s teasing? I’m literally telling you what you wanna hear. Don’t deny it.”

“I miss you being such a stubborn brat. I miss making you fix your attitude.” She gets up, sneakily locks the door and puts some background music on her laptop to muffle any sounds. Everything about this is so taboo and… 

“Maybe…” She bites her lips. “Are you gonna get me off?” 

Ugh, fuck. That commanding fucking voice. Of course sex was not the only thing she missed about him, not even the first, but she did ask Santa drunk the night before to not die before she could hear him talk to her like that again.

"Him saying her name like that sends her over the edge."

“Okay.” She kneels in front of her bed, her cotton thong sticky with wetness. She’s so damn turned on.

“Good.” His voice is low and raspy. “Fuck, just thinking about you there, on your knees for me… I’m so fucking hard.”

“First, you’re going to lower your pants for me. Your door is locked, right?”

“Great. Lower them for me. Now stick your ass out, like the little slut you are.” Gia whimpers. “How wet are you?

Diego hisses. “Close your eyes and run your fingers down the sides of your underwear… Now push the fabric up. Make it rough.” Gia can feel her breath picking up speed. “Now spread your lips for me. Does that feel good?”

“I know you like that. I think you deserve to touch your clit now.”

“Tap your middle finger against it. Slow, over the underwear. Fuck, I wish you could feel how hard I am right now. Just thinking about touching that beautiful pussy.”

“Fuck yes. I wish I could take you in my mouth.”

“Hmm, I bet you would. Don’t get me started on that… No one sucks my dick like you do, 

“Me too. I miss everything about you.”

“Then lower your underwear all the way down. Close your eyes, imagine that I’m rubbing the tip of my cock against your clit. Just grinding against it, then going all the way down, teasing

you, let the tip slip in just a bit… Then going back up and rubbing your clit again.” Gia’s fingers are squeezing the sheets of her twin bed. She doesn’t remember the last time she got this turned on. “Does that feel good? Answer me.”

“Keep rubbing your clit for me… Fuck, I wish you were on top of me.” Diego inhales sharply. She can tell by how out of breath he is he’e getting close.