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Hey all! Long time lurker, first time poster here! I just had an idea and started writing. Please bear in mind that this is my first time writing an erotic story, so constructive tips are always welcome!

“OH FUCK YEAH!” The girl screamed as she came. The young stud she was riding yelled as he came as well. After they calmed down and she rolled off him, they laid in bed for few minutes.

“Jake, that was amazing,” The teen said, playing with the boy's hardened abs.

Standing at 5'8”, 17 year old Jake Booth had a body most men would kill for. With his sandy blonde hair and chiseled body, the swim team captain had almost every girl and some boy's at school after him.

“Yeah, it was great, wasn't it?” He said. “Now, get the hell out of my house!”

She stared at him in shock. “W-what?” she asked.

“I said, 'get out'” he said flatly. “We fucked. That's all I wanted. Now leave.”

“B-but you said-” She choked, holding back tears.

“I say a lot of things. Like right now, I'm saying you need to get the hell out of my house.”

“I can't believe you!” She yelled as she gathered up her things. She quickly got dressed and left the house, slamming the door on the way out.

It wasn't the first time Jake had thrown a girl out like that. He had lost track of how many he tossed out like a used condom. Jake never knew his father, and his mother was constantly out of town on business, meaning Jake had the house to himself most of the time. As usual, his mother wasn't even in the country on Christmas Eve, and Jake would be spending Christmas Day alone again. He didn't care too much. Wondering what he would do tomorrow, as most places aren't open on Christmas, Jake went to bed, alone in his big house.

Around midnight, Jake was woken up by a loud sound on the roof, as if something had landed on there. Thinking that some stupid burglar had decided to play Santa, he quickly put on a shirt over his boxers and grabbed a baseball bat. He heard noises coming from the living room. As he slowly approached, he could see that someone had lit a fire in the fireplace. He entered the room, surprised at what he saw.

Sitting in front of the fireplace sat a beautiful woman. She looked to be about 35, and was wearing a skimpy red dress and a Santa hat, her long auburn hair coming out the back. She sat, sucking on a long, thick candy cane. She looked him in the eye and winked. Jake almost dropped the bat in surprise.

“Why, hello Jacob,” she said in a sultry voice. Jake d