Page 6 of A Christmas Adventure

"Damn," she mutters, surprised at herself.

Violet finishes the last bite of her hamburger and, driven by impulse, takes a coin from her purse and approaches the table where the woman is playing. Both she and her opponent look at her when she shows the coin.

"Can I join?" she asks, in case it's a closed game between friends who don't want to be disturbed.

"Of course," the woman answers as the man nods with a smile.

With a grateful expression, Violet leaves the coin on the wood and steps back.

"Don't go too far," the man tells her.

Violet notices the remaining balls and understands that the woman is crushing him and that she's next in line for a beating. She heads to the bar, pays for what she's consumed, and returns with her purse and what's left of her soda.

Minutes later, the man disappears, and the game between the two women begins.

"Are you from around here?" the woman asks, leaning over the table, concentrated as she aims.

They haven't even introduced themselves. Violet hasn't asked her name or given her own. Something between them indicates it's not necessary. Since they started playing, moving and crossing paths around the table, theatmosphere has charged with electricity that both clearly understand can only be discharged in one way.

Violet feels as if they've made an unspoken pact, something that will happen as soon as this game ends, and her groin burns just thinking about it.

"No, I'm just passing through," Violet responds without further explanation.

She doesn't consider it necessary. After all, one-night stands are like that. A good time together and then back to their lives as if nothing happened. Besides, she hasn't lied. Her stop in Huesca is just due to bad weather. If it hadn't started snowing, she'd be at her mother's house now, and for a moment, she's glad those inconvenient snowflakes have changed the course of her night.

"And you?"

The woman hits the white ball firmly and pockets a solid ball. She straightens up, focused, and walks to the opposite side of the table without taking her eyes off the ball. Violet can't take her eyes off her.

"Neither," she responds and leans over the table again.

Another perfectly executed shot pockets the next ball. Violet smiles, and the woman straightens up and fixes her with a penetrating gaze that leaves her mouth dry.

"I can give you a bit of slack, or I can sink them all and we can go to my hostel right away."

Violet didn't expect her to be so direct, and when she opens her mouth to answer, she notices the words won't come out. The woman looks at her without changing herexpression, and Violet wonders when it became so clear that they both want the same thing.

"How about you skip the exhibition and we leave right now?" Violet answers.

The woman smiles with satisfaction and leaves the cue on the table. Violet imitates her, and they both put on their coats, grab their purses, and head out to the street.

"Where's your hostel?" Violet asks.

The woman pulls on her coat's hood and gestures for her to follow. Violet doesn't hesitate and falls in step beside her, hands buried in her pockets and her heart racing.

Chapter 4

Violet opens her eyes, her heart racing. She knows it's seven in the morning because she set an alarm on her phone when she arrived at the hostel to avoid oversleeping. She reaches out and turns it off without noticing any movement beside her. She stays still for a few more seconds, listening for breathing, until she realizes that the rapid breathing she hears belongs only to her. Finally, she decides to stretch her arm to the left side of the bed. It's empty and cold; her companion left a while ago, maybe hours, she has no idea.

She remains motionless, and a wave of pleasure courses through her body, taking her breath away. Violet remembers every moment since they left the bar where they met. By chance, they were both registered at the same hostel, and when they arrived, Violet told her, surprised, that she also had her room there.

"Do you prefer to go to yours?" the woman asked, turning to her.

Violet shrugged, and they both began to climb the wooden stairs with the urgency of teenagers. She's notquite sure when they entered or when they lost all their clothes, but she does remember the moment they fell onto the bed amid eager kisses. Violet had never behaved that way before, uninhibited, giving herself with unknown abandon. Now she thinks about everything she did and everything she let be done to her, and a shy smile escapes her, making her entire body burn. Perhaps her behavior was due to knowing they wouldn't see each other again, that whatever happened in that room would be something she wouldn't have to face the next day, at most a farewell glance and little else.

"Oh my God," she smiles, overflowing with excitement between the sheets.

Violet remembers the moment she positioned herself between the unknown woman's legs, the sweet aroma of her sex becoming a kind of narcotic she couldn't get rid of. Never had a smell excited her so much or provoked such a need to drink. Violet buried her mouth in her sex, which was dripping, soaking her face, the woman's own thighs, and the sheets, driving Violet crazy, who couldn't stop licking and drinking from her. And the woman must have loved how she did it, because she chained up to three orgasms in a row.