What the Snow Witnessed

Summary

"Mr. Charlton… Please don't… I could get pregnant…"

On Christmas Eve, my best friend pulled me along to help cover for her and her boyfriend.

After several rounds of drinks, a burning hand slipped beneath the fabric of my tight dress.

It moved slowly over me, stroking and teasing, as a man's low voice murmured by my ear, "Relax… I'm only touching. I won't go any further."