Holly stood in the corner of the bar with her amaretto sour, leaning next to the always unused dartboard. She was always somewhat of a wallflower. She only ever came to this bar to drink her fruity cocktails and not talk to anyone. She felt a tap on the shoulder and lazily motioned her head towards the approacher.
“Hello, may I use that dartboard?”
Okay, Holly’s “no conversation” policy was not as strict as she had liked to believe as the man who approached her was very attractive.He had a sort of Mario Lopez vibe going on.
“Um..sure.” She replied, already embarrassed at how stereotypically flustered she was.
He gave her a smirk. On an average looking guy this would’ve seemed condescending but attractive people can get away with a lot of stuff.
“You want to try your hand at darts?”
Holly gulped and nodded. When he handed her the dart, she realized this situation was spiraling out of her control.
“I have a dick, you know that right?”
Fuck. Why did she have to say it like that? I mean, it was true. She hated telling this to a stranger but she figured she had to shut this down quick lest she got accused of pulling some sort of fast one later. And if things turned sour here, the bartender was a friend and he could put a stop to any disturbance.
“I figured but there’s no good way to ask that question.”
Holly chuckled. Oh god, this was actually happening. She never got to do bar hookups like her cis friends. She had only thrown three darts (missed all of them) when she suddenly blurted out “My place or yours?”.
“Welp. Here it goes.” Holly thought to herself as she stood outside her apartment door.
She opened the door and turned on the lights to reveal her yearly project. Almost every inch of the apartment living room was covered with tiny Christmas decorations. Santas, snowmen, and the like.
“Wow. You really like Christmas.”
“Why do you think I chose the name Holly?”
“You never introduced yourself.”
“Oh.”
She held out her hand.
“Hi,I’m Holly.”
“David.”
After that semi-awkward handshake was done, Holly suddenly realized something.
“Watch this!”
If he wasn’t weirded out by anything he has learned so far, he must be okay with anything. She stripped down to her panties to reveal tacky red Christmas themed panties. On her ass was a picture of a snowman and on her bulge, a mistletoe.
“Well?” She asked, trying her best to sound sultry.
“No matching holiday bra?”
“David?”
“Yes?”
“Just fuck me already”
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