Twas the Night Before Christmas_New January 23

[Trundle]

Yeah I like the idea of Suzie knowing more than she's letting on and being in control of the situation without poor Scott even realising it. She's inviting him to put his hand up her shirt he thinks but does she have a plan in mind? Is there more to it than that?

Really enjoying the story so far. Nice simple setup.

[TeenFan]

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 7. Naughty, Not Nice


I've been invited to place my hand up her shirt, invited to continue playing doctor as the patient lying before me complains of pains due to
a pulled ribcage muscle.

Placing the palm of my hand on Suzie's stomach, I can feel the smooth skin. I can see the outlines of the lower ribcage. Sliding the hand into
the opening under the shirt, the first thing I notice is the warmth. I rub the area I can see with the flashlight. It's all hard and bony, the body of
a fit tennis player. The enticing roundness is further up in there. I inch the hand forward until the very tips of my fingers detects the softer
cushy rise of flesh over bone, the edge of Suzie's breast. Just keep inching forward and I'll be cupping that small mound, feeling a special,
private part on a girl for the first time ever. It' tantalizingly close.

Suzie didn't say anything about the breast area. She didn't complain of a suspicious lumpy mass. No mention of chest pains either. Suzie said
she had a painfully pulled ribcage muscle, and that is to the side, isn't it? My hand slides toward her back, the opposite direction I really want
to go.

"What muscle is that one, the one right where your hand is?"

Oooh, that's a harder one to remember than pectoral. I remember hearing the name of it. It had something to do with dolphins. That is
what I could recall, some fancy long word. All I can remember is what the coach called it. "Lats...that is what this muscle is." I was hoping
I was right as if it mattered if I could correctly name the muscle groups on the upper body. I'm not a gymnast. I only lately got into doing
pushups to look stronger. If I had access to a gym membership, I guess I'd know more about this stuff...or if I paid more attention in class.

My hand moves down to her side, reaching toward her back feeling each individual rib as the hand slides downward. The warmth increased as
the fingers inched upward toward the armpit. I'm bypassing the mound of breast to the left of my hand. I know where it is, and my hand feels pulled to go that direction, but I continue a back and forth movement along the side of Suzie's body. I assume this is where ribcage muscles are
to be found.

The body below me shifts slightly. I can see she's resisting squirming. Maybe this is somewhat ticklish. Suzie seems to like the touch of my hand. She's still smiling. My emboldened hand swerves to the left, the thumb crossing up and over the rise I can only see from the outside of her
shirt. My hand cups over the soft curve, the ultimate destination, the final resting spot on a girl's body above the waist anyways.

The shirt came down as her hand clamped onto the top of my arm. The move is so sudden, so unexpected, I nearly screamed. The tips of my
fingers dug into the soft flesh of Suzie's breast.

"What the - -" I try to yank my arm back, but it is caught, locked down with my hand pressed against Suzie's chest.

"Did I say you could touch me there?" my patient shouted out.

Suzie has both of her hands over my wrist now. Her fingers dig in firm and hard in their embrace. The feel is just like when mom snatched
my grasping hand as I reached out to grab a candy bar at the checkout at the grocery store, but that was when I was a little kid. Like a little
kid my eyes got wide, and my heart skipped a beat knowing I was in deep doo doo.

Suzie continues to scold me, her voice indignant and almost mom-like, "Got your hand caught in the cookie jar. I thought you were nice, Scotty...but you're really naughty. Grabbing my boob like that. I'm shocked. Santa Clause doesn't bring presents to naughty boys who grab
girl's that way."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I mean I thought you wanted me to." I realized my hand is still cupping her breast. Why won't she let me pull
my hand out?

"I should call your mom. Scream for her right now, tell her you touched me, tried to - -"

"NO! Please don't shout. Please, I beg of you. I was wrong and I'm sorry. What do you want from me?"

The last thing I needed was to see mom rushing into the bedroom, flipping the overhead light on to see me groping our guest, my hand still
stuck up Suzie's shirt. Forget Santa placing me on the naughty list. I'll be grounded for life.

[NudeBaG]

Time for Suzie to turn the tables

[TeenFan]

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 8. Twas a Tale of Christmas Past


How had I been suckered into this? Is that all it takes for me to fall for a pretty girl who I never really liked in the first place? All she has to do is
offer to let me touch a part of her body and I take the bait like a greedy rat. Now I'm caught in the trap. I can't pull away because Suzie has
a grip on my arm, the one attached to the hand that is attached to Suzie's tit. She can holler and scream and my mom will come running to
see what is the matter. I must avoid that at all costs.

"Okay, you got me, Suzie. Will you let me go now?"

"You promise to talk to me. You are always so quiet...never say nothing about yourself. Sit up with me for a while, tell me things I want to
know."

"We're supposed to go to sleep," I tried to plead with her, to show the logic of going to bed. "Morning is only a few hours away." I look over
at the clock, and it reads 1:15. Wow...just over an hour has passed. Morning is a long way off.

"You always do what you are told. You're no fun."

"You'd be scared if you had my mom." I try to hold my ground in this debate, but Suzie isn't granting any space for negotiations. This position
is so awkward with my hand still up her shirt. I'm no good at battling things out with anybody, and I guess I really meant girls. I give in and
give up. "Okay, okay. I'll do whatever you want. You want to talk, I'll talk."

Suzie removes the grip from my arm. Slowly I pull my hand out from underneath the top of her sleeveless t-shirt. That handhold on
her breast turned out to be for quite a long time, but I didn't have the chance to enjoy it.

I sit up in bed. Grabbing the pillows, I prop them up behind my back. Since we ain't going to sleep any time soon, I wanted to sit up for
a bit. For a few minutes neither of us says anything. I begin to wonder what is really going on, what is she thinking? Then Suzie starts
talking.

"Remember at the lake a couple years ago, you wouldn't go skinnydipping. Not for anything would you take anything off. That was so weird.
You're not fat or ugly. I thought you were cute, but you wouldn't even take off your shirt."

This was serious stuff, but I had promised I'd talk to her. "Mom thinks the less clothes guys have on the more they are showing off. She hates
a showoff. She calls is narcicism and bragging. Vanity and pride cometh before the fall. Girls who show lots of skin are acting like tramps
or trailer trash."

"All that from wearing regular swimsuits? Boys are supposed to take their shirts off."

"Not according to my mom. She showed me pictures of what guys used to wear way back in the early 1900s. The boys on the beach have on
these ridiculous swimsuits that look like striped prison uniforms. They looked like pajamas. The women wore swimsuits that looked like
dresses, even had skirts on them."

"Is that all there is to it?" Suzie seems puzzled. "Your mom doesn't like skimpy swimsuits."

"It's worse than that. My mom totally messed up Christmas."

There is a silence that is deafening, a chill that hangs in the air. I'd just accused my mom of messing up what is supposed to be the best
time of the year. I sort of want to continue, but I've already said too much.

Suzie slides over closer to me, her hand picking up my hand closest to her. "Tell me what happened."

* * * * *

"My grandparents on mom's side came over to visit us last Christmas. Actually, it was for several days before the 25th. Grandma did some
shopping at a local mall. She had grandpa bring in a load of packages for everyone, placed them under the tree. But they couldn't stay until
Christmas Day. They had to fly back on the 24th to see other relatives.

Grandma wanted to give out some of the presents early. There were two that she had me pull out from under the tree, two fairly lightweight
packages. It was five of us gathered in the living room, and I was keeping busy keeping the fireplace going good and hot. Well, after dad and
mom got to open one early gift, it was my turn to open a package from the grandparents.

"I did the shopping. Your grandpa is useless at knowing what to get a young lad like Scott."

"I'd get him a hunting rifle. That is what I got when I was his age," grandpa says.

Mom rolls her eyes, "Well this isn't the wild wild west anymore pops. We don't have to shoot wild hogs to make sausage anymore."

"Wild boar sausage is the best. I remember when - -"

Grandma cuts him off, "Hush up gramps. It's time for Scott to open a package."

I pull the wrapping off the present, and I hold up a package that contains five pairs of briefs underwear. It's five different fancy patterns
made by Jockey with cool stripes or bright colors of solid yellow or light green. I'm laughing as I rip the package open to hold up one
that is white with red and blue stripes.

"Wow...I can be patriotic while wearing underwear," is said.

I glance over at mom, and she has a strangely Non-happy expression. She obviously didn't approve of the choice of undergarment. Then I find
a separate wrapped item. This turns out to be a cherry red Speedo. I couldn't believe it. This was such a cool gift.

"Every boy needs to be stylin and profilin...even when they walk around in nothing but briefs," grandma proudly stated. "Now run along.
Get yourself into that swimsuit. Come back and show it to me."

I got up and ran to the bathroom. I pulled my jeans and stupid old style white briefs off. I put on the Speedo swimsuit. Then taking the shirt
off I stared at myself in the mirror. I had never seen myself this way before. I looked cool. I looked like a stud. I'd be the one the girls will
be staring at when I go to the lake. I could wear it because grandma gave it to me.

I ran back to the living room. In front of a happy granny I modeled the Speedo, letting her see me from every angle.

"He sure has grown, hasn't he gramps." Grandma was pleased how nice I looked in the Speedo. "Those teeny-boppers at the pool are gonna
get a kick out of you, Scott."

I could have, I would have even put on one of the Jockey briefs to let them see me. But mom cut the modeling session short, telling me
to put my clothes back on and fetch more wood for the fireplace. I put my jeans back on right over the swimsuit, yanked on my shirt and
marched off to bring in more wood.

A couple hours later the grandparents had departed for the airport, my dad dropping them off. Mom called me back into the living room, had
me stoke the fire back to burning nicely again. I thought we were going to begin fixing something for dinner, or go out to dinner. But mom
had something she had to do.

"Bring me that package with the underwear," mom told me. So I brought the package back from my bedroom.

"This is not what I consider to be an appropriate gift for a boy your age."

I didn't say anything. What could I say?

"Walking around the house in something like this is vulgar. It's sleazy and awful." Mom holds up one of the Jockey briefs. "It's disgusting."
Mom tosses the Jockey briefs into the fireplace. In shock, in surprise and near horror I watch as it shrivels and burns to a crisp.

"What the heck are you doing? That's a present from grandma and grandpa."

"They should know better. These are filthy. They make a person look down where no one should be looking."

One by one the five pairs of brand new and never worn Jockey briefs get tossed into the fireplace. I'm stunned. I can't speak.

Still staring at the fire, mom asks, "Where is that Speedo?'

"I still have it on."

"Take your clothes off. Take everything off right now young man. You are not going to a swimming pool wearing that thing."

I hear the tone in her voice. I see the madness in her eyes. I have to do what she says. I strip off my shirt first, then the jeans. Finally I am
left with only the Speedo on my body. Then I had to take that off too. The suit is pulled off, and I hold my hands over myself as mom handles
the swimsuit. She holds it up the same way I would hold a dirty, stinky diaper in my hand. The bright red Speedo is tossed into the fireplace.
I watch in agony as it smokes, and shrivels and melts. It's spandex and something and it drips golden balls of fire before totally bursting into
flame and black smoke.

Mom turns from the fireplace back to me. "Since we are giving out presents early...I have one I want you to open up."

The crazy scene turns weird. I have to grab a small package that mom pulls out from underneath the Christmas tree. I tear the packaging
open, and it isn't easy doing it with one hand. I try to keep myself covered up. I'm not supposed to be out anywhere when I'm not decent.
This definitely wasn't decent. I get the package unwrapped and it's a necktie. It's a silly, stupid necktie for when one dresses up nicely in
a suit.

"Go on. Put the tie on, dear. It's made of Italian silk. It's a wonderful pattern that will go perfectly with your pinstripe suit."

I could open the package while using only one hand, but to put on a necktie takes two hands. I'm not that good at putting a tie around my
neck, didn't do it too often and my hands clumsily messed it up. It took several attempts at getting a good knot to get the damn tie tied
around my neck. It felt heavy like a hangman's noose, and all the while mom sits there on the couch. Mom smugly glares at me as I'm
indecent in front of her. It's the first time anyone saw me naked since mom was in the examination room when I had to see a doctor.
I'm fourteen. I'm too old to have to undress in front of her.

After examining the tie, after fixing the knot once more, I was allowed to run off to my room."

* * * * *

Suzie snuggled up against me, took my hand and she pressed it up against her chest. "I still undress in front of my mom. I still get into the
tub and she sometimes washes my back. Being naked in front of moms isn't indecent."

"I guess that's the way it should be. But not the way my mother does it. I barely remember what else I got last year. All I see in my head is
grandma's presents burning in the fireplace."

Suzie is being so sympathetic. She's being sweet and friendly. It's nice. I actually felt some relief in the telling of that rotten story.

"Hey, I know what we can do. I got a gift for you. It's under the tree. Let's go to the living room and grab it. Why wait for tomorrow?"

Suzie slips out of the bed, and she walks toward the door. Sensing that I'm not following her, she turns around to look at me.

"Aren't you going to come with me?"

I shake my head, "Sorry. I can't do that right now."

"Why are you still sitting there? Let's grab some presents and open them up."

"Sorry. I can't leave this room." It's all I can tell her.

"But you can get out of bed, right?" Suzie steps back to stand at the foot of the bed. "Is something wrong? Why won't you get out of bed?"

[NudeBaG]

These little vignettes are a good way to build backstory (and tension).
The fact Scotty hasn’t been found out yet is a hard sell, but I love Suzie right now.
Can’t wait for the big reveal

[Freesub]

Honestly, Suziee wants to have fun with him, but she does seem to genuinely cares which makes it very charming.

P.S. I found it interesting that mom doesn't want him to wear a speedo, but is perfectly happy to make him display his nude penis to her at 14
Maybe mom just gets a kick out of embarassing him herself and believes it's okay as she's his mother

[TeenFan]

P.S. I found it interesting that mom doesn't want him to wear a speedo, but is perfectly happy to make him display his nude penis to her at 14

This is a scene much more common, when a father sees the small bikini that his fourteen year old daughter wants to wear at the city pool.
"You're not going out there looking like that," dad yells as he hands her a t-shirt.

[Freesub]

P.S. I found it interesting that mom doesn't want him to wear a speedo, but is perfectly happy to make him display his nude penis to her at 14

This is a scene much more common, when a father sees the small bikini that his fourteen year old daughter wants to wear at the city pool.
"You're not going out there looking like that," dad yells as he hands her a t-shirt.

Yes, but how often does the father strip her naked and look at her boobs and pussy as the clothes burn

[Trundle]

I love the idea of Scott having a domineering Mother who has a recent history of embarrassing him. It could give Suzie more ammo for getting Scott to do what she wants, because surely he doesn't want his Mom getting involved too?

[TeenFan]

Twas The Night Before Christmas
Chapter 9. The Battle of the Bed

Leaned back on some pillows, all I could do is look at Suzie. She stands at the foot of the bed as she wonders why I'm not going with her on
an excursion to the living room where the presents reside underneath the tree. She says she has a present to show me. If I got up, I'd be
showing her something.

"Is there something wrong? Why won't you get out of bed?"

"I'm tired. Can't we get some sleep?" It's the only thing I can think of. It makes logical sense to suggest we are supposed to be using the bed
for sleeping.

Suzie has a contemplative expression, like thoughts are running around her little brain like mice. Her lips are twisted up on one side, her head
cocked to the side as well.

"We can check out the presents after mom comes to wake us up." I try to coax Suzie back to bed. Wow...I've never done that before, tried to
get a girl to crawl into the bed with me, even though her being in bed is probably riskier to me than her being out of it. It's a terrible
dilemma.

The confusion on Suzie's face doesn't last long. Her smile returned and she has a gleam in her eyes that is troubling to me. 'Hmmm, that can't be good' I think to myself when Suzie suddenly reaches out with both hands. She leans down as her hands reach out to grab the blanket at the
bottom end on the bed. It happened so fast. That girl can really move when she has a mind to. Suzie grabs hold of the top cover and she
begins to pull.

I yank back on the covers, and it was just in the nick of time. One half second more of delay would have been disaster. I have the better
hand-hold on the end of the blanket. Suzie has a hold on it only a foot or so from the bottom of the spread. It's not as easy to get a firm grip there. I'm sitting up in the bed, my back on the pillows pushed up against the wall. I can only pull the covers up to my stomach, the upper
part of me uncovered. Suzie pulls again, but I am able to prevent her from gaining any ground.

Suzie lets go of the blanket, and I think this means I'm the winner, that I've saved myself once again from unwanted exposure. However, this
was only so the girl can change tactics. Suzie reached under the mattress. With a yank here and a tug there, the top cover and the sheet
is pulled up from underneath. I can see right away what the clever girl is up to, but there isn't anything I can do. She steps to her left and yanks
up another section of the covers. Step by step, yank by tug, the sheet and top cover is pulled out.

"What are you doing? Stop that!" I yelled at her.

She stops, but only long enough to point an accusing finger at me. "I bet you don't have any clothes on."

I don't respond to that. I cannot confirm nor deny the charges she made.

"Even if you were in just underwear, you wouldn't fight so hard to keep me from doing this." Suzie grabs the covers again, pulling now with
a better grip, pulling now using the extra leverage.

A new tug of war ensued, my upper body strength used to hold onto my end, Suzie's lower body strength, those tennis playing legs used to pull
on the other end. It isn't long till I see she has the superior pulling position. She can use her entire body while I'm using only half. I try digging
in with my feet, but they only slide out on the bottom sheet. I can't get locked in and I'm losing this battle.

"Stop tugging on my sheets, dang it".

I feel my body slide a foot toward the other end of the bed. Pillows flop over, the bed creaks and groans as it too slides several inches from the wall. Damn that girl is strong for a little kid, such determination, such willpower. Another foot of space lost as I can't stop the sliding. I hear
Suzie laughing. She is saying something, but I can't pay attention to that right now. I'm in the fight of my life...and it's not looking good.

My feet are now nearly scrunched up underneath me, half the length of the mattress behind me, running out of room in front. I feel myself
falling forward. I can't stop this momentum. I might be pulled over the end of the bed onto the floor. There nothing left to do but let go...

Letting go of the sheet and blanket I use the momentum to swing my upper body forward. I land face first with a kerplunk, the bed groaning
again as it slides another couple inches. Suzie staggers toward the other side of the room. She doesn't fall down, but the entire set of upper
sheet and blanket falls to the floor. My head is near the end of the bed. Looking down I can see the covers crumpled up only a foot away.
Maybe I can reach them. My right hand shoots out as I reach toward the floor. The fingertips touch the blanket, but before I can grab it,
another tug from Suzie sends the whole kit-n-kaboodle of covers flying across the rug in her direction.

I'm sprawled out on the bed with nothing to cover me! Fortunately, my frontside is facing down on the mattress.

"I knew it. I knew you were naked under there," Suzie triumphantly declares before going into a wicked laugh.