A Patriotic Christmas

The clock on my car radio read, “12:17,” as I parked in front of my humble abode; I glanced over at my rear view mirror, the digital thermometer read, “27” degrees,” as Burl Ives was singing, “I don’t know if they’ll be snow, but have a cup of cheer.”

I put my head back and closed my eyes, I took a deep calming breath and opened my eyes; I was beat. The mission with Santa was a successful one and one that went without incident, but I was dead tired. I was baffled that Dr. Doom didn’t try anything this year; I kept looking too see if my bird was painted with a bull’s eye. I’m even more baffled on how Santa can manipulate the space time continuum and make this trip in only two hours, but my sore aching body was telling me I was in the cockpit for nearly a day.

I took my car keys out and popped open my door; I was quickly greeted by a refreshing blast of cold air. I smiled; I got my second wind back, I closed my Crossfire’s little blue door and walked up to my place, I was looking forward to a few hours rest and then spending Christmas with my girls.

I took one more deep breath of the refreshing cold air and entered my place. I shut the door behind me and was quickly greeted by the familiar sweet aroma of sandalwood.

I started to look around my warm dark living room as I curiously asked, “Blue-chan?”

My Christmas tree came to life; I looked over and saw my blue haired angel being bathed in multicolor lights. She wore a very naughty Christmas outfit that I bought her; I was very happy to see her, if you catch my drift, as she neared, my delight turned into despair.

I recognized what she was wearing; I had bought her the same skimpy naughty Christmas outfit as Victoria Secret’s on Christmas Eve’s Eve. If I had known she had it, I would’ve bought the outfit I bought for Lady White, my white kunoichi angel.

Lady Blue slowly strutted up to me, churning her naughty exposed hips all the way. That outfit was magical, I had no idea it could be stretched like that and keep her in, just barely, but it managed, somehow to keep her in. I licked my now parched lips as the smell of sandalwood grew stronger.

Blue-chan lustfully smiled as she stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her soft gifted arms around my neck; she could see the frightful delight on my face. She tilted her head and softly asked, “Ryan-kun, what’s wrong? This is supposed to be a happy occasion.”

“It is, Blue-chan,” I replied and then stammered away, “It’s just that, that, that, I bought, you that for Christmas. I, I, I, didn’t know you already had it.”

My blue haired angel closed her eyes and sweetly smiled, “Ryan-kun.” She opened them up as her smile beamed away, “I just opened it up a few minutes ago, thank you! It’s very cute!”

I smiled a relieved smile and slowly moved in for a little smooch. We shared a slow passionate kiss; I slowly broke away from her delicious lips and kissed a trail to her kryptonite, her neck. She licked her luscious glossy red lips and took a deep breath of anticipation as she felt my hot breath on her erogenous zone.

I was a sandalwood silky blue hair’s width away from igniting Blue’s passion when I heard another soft voice purr, “Ryan-sama!”

I reluctantly turned away and Blue-chan’s more than capable assistance, Lady White, my white haired angel wearing the exact same sinful little outfit I had bought her for Christmas, “White-sama!”

“Thank you for this cute gift,” she said with her happy eyes full closed. She opened them and looked as innocent as a sweet angel as she stood there in her skimpy Christmas attire; don’t let her sweet innocent looks fool you, she’s as devious heart. One minute she’s accidentally bumping into and the next, well, use your imagination.

“You’re welcome,” I replied in a stunned voice. Blue reached around me and unzipped my flight suit; her soft hands began to explore my hard chest as White bounced all the way over to me.
We shared a passionate kiss as Blue expertly stripped me of my flight suit and boots, the only thing I had on were my USN issued t-shirt and boxers.

We broke away; my breath was gone as my head was spinning. I looked down and gazed upon the glory of Lady White’s incredible soft massive breasts that were smushed against my lower chest.

White’s placed her soft index finger on my chin, lifted my head up to her sparkling blue eyes, and giggled, “Like what you see, Ryan-sama?”

“Merry Christmas, Ryan-kun,” Blue moaned in my ear as her naughty hands went exploring.
I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip as White joined in; I might have a snowball’s chance with one of them, but both of them? No, I was doomed.

“Blue!” I protested, closed my eyes and moaned, “White!” I used what little will power I had and pushed White-sama off of me; surprisingly she didn’t muster up a fight, neither did Blue for that matter as I backed away.

I had no idea why they gave up the carnal fight so easily or why they were evilly smiling as I backed away until I bumped into a warm body. Soft warm arms wrapped around me as a voice purred in my ear, “Merry Christmas, luv!”

My already startled eyes exploded, it was the Naughty French Maid; I turned around my friend’s very inviting arms and smiled at my smexy friend, “Merry Christmas luv!”

“Ryan, luv,” she smirked, “Is that a candy cane in your boxers or are you just happy to see me?”

I hadn’t seen in quite sometime, I was too busy bringing back Lady Blue; rescuing Lady Blue from the evil clutches of Dr. Doom; dating Dana Tan, Lady Blue’s best friend; helping Ms. Marvel defeat a mutant three headed monstrous beast out at White Sands, New Mexico; and playing doctor to Artemis, Wonder Woman’s blonde bombshell sister.

“I’m so sorry luv,” I commented as I breathlessly gazed upon the oh-so sinful outfit I bought for her for Christmas. Ya, she too opened it up a tad early.

Red sported a cat-ate-the-canary type smile as I felt two soft hands being placed on my both of my shoulders. “Merry Christmas Ryan,” I heard in full dolby surround sound.

Red’s intoxicating lips touched mine at the same time Lady White and Lady Blue kissed my cheeks. My mind raced back to that sinful weekend in Las Vegas with Elizabeth O’ Conner and Lady Blue; I barely survived that, I immediately deduced I wouldn’t be having visions of sugar plums dancing in my head. No, I would be dreaming of dancing ice packs.

Somewhere as I was being drugged to my bed I could hear Jolly Old Saint Nick laughing his Christmas greeting, “Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas to all and to all, a good night!”