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It was only a few short days until Chrismukah, Seth's favorite uber holiday. Ryan usually didn't show much excitement over it, but always tried to help and get involved. Kirsten assumed his previous memories of this season were not the best. He rarely spoke about it, but the little things that he had mentioned broke her heart into pieces.
She always went into overdrive this time of year. She wanted to show her support to Seth, embrace that holiday spirit that she and Sandy always enjoyed together, regardless of being confined by religious boundaries and strive for the very best for Ryan's sake.
It was a chilly morning, when he found her surrounded by Christmas and Hanukah decorations. Her melancholy state slowed down her overdriven decorating activities. As she sifted through numerous boxes on the living room floor, she couldn't help but have sad thoughts cross her mind.
Her sad thoughts were interrupted by Sandy coming in from what she assumed was surfing. How could he be in that cold water?
"Hey, I tell you the air is crisp." He walked through the front door, pointing back to the outside world. "It must be seventy degrees out there." He looked around at the mess Kirsten was sitting in the middle of. "The kids are not back yet with the tree?"
"Oh not yet. Seth said they'll be a while. I'm just pulling out stockings, menorahs and yarmuclaus." She stated smiling at the good memories of Chrismukah pasts.
"All the Chrismukah trimmings." Sandy said softly, knowing something was bothering her. Normally she would never be wasting time looking at each and every decoration.
Kirsten had Ryan's stocking in her hands, looking at it fondly. "Remember when Seth made him this?"
"That feels like forever ago!"
"What feels like forever ago is when my mom and I made this." Her hands were now holding an angel. "My dad claimed it was his favorite, always demanded that he got to hang it."
Now Sandy understood what was bothering her. He crouched down beside her, wanting to offer some comfort. "It's your first holiday without him."
"And the last one with the boys in the house." She smiled sadly, expressing that a multitude of things were bothering her. "Merry Chrismukah huh?"
"Well luckily Chrismukah has twice the resistance of an ordinary holiday!" Sandy decided to make a joke of Seth's to cheer her up.
"It's just that this year it just feels like its flying by so fast. I just feel adrift." She couldn't explain the reasons behind those feelings, but at least she was able to communicate them. In the past, she would have bottled them up, but once again, Suriak helped her.
"Well you've got your business with Julie. And if you want to feel better about your own life, hanging out with Julie Cooper is a great way to begin." He decided to joke from a different angle. His humor was always something that she embraced and made her feel better.
Kirsten became distracted. "I should check in on her. See how she's doing."
"You mark my words. This will be the best Chrismukah ever." He believed it. Besides, it couldn't be worse than the previous year. He leaned in and decided to give her a kiss for reassurance.
"You're beginning to sound like Seth." She joked, when he pulled back
"Well, it just means you'll miss him less when he's gone."
He leaned in again, the last kiss too short for his liking. Kirsten dropped the angel that she was holding to wrap her arms around Sandy's neck. She missed all these impromptu kisses they used to always share. She felt Sandy slowly pushing her backwards, wanting her to lay flat on the floor. As much as she wanted him, she wasn't extremely comfortable with the fact that the boys would be back any second with the Christmas tree.
When he felt her resist, he pulled back, but still hovered over her body. "No?" He asked innocently.
She could help but smile at him. "Why start something we are not going to be able to finish right at this very moment?"
He knew she was right. "Why do you always have to be so sensible?"
"Why do you always get in the mood at times like these?"
"I'm always in the mood." He declared. "You know, there used to be a time when I could convince you to do that at any time in any place."
She could tell he was disappointed, but she wasn't ready to hear an inevitable lecture. "That time was well before Seth was aware to what we were doing. Do you really want to hear him if our naked bodies touched his beloved Chrismukah decorations and he witnessed it?"
He thought about it and once again knew she was right. He slowly started to stand and held his hand out to her. Once she was standing upright, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again. "This doesn't mean we can't continue this later."
With her mind miles away from Sandy and his advances, she kept focusing back to how depressing this holiday would really be. She missed her father terribly and next year would be even lonelier with the boys not living there.
She found herself making her way to a shady part of town where Julie's trailer was located. She couldn't believe that she was actually living there. She knocked and instead of Julie coming to the door and answering it, Kirsten heard her start to yell.
"I told you Gus. I'm not going to your Christmas party, even if you are deep frying a ham."
Kirsten decided she didn't want to hear anymore and let herself in. The image in front of her was not something she expected. It didn't take much for Julie to slip back into her old Trailer Park ways. She quickly sat up at the sight of Kirsten and spit Skoal into a tin can. Kirsten ignored it and decided to speak. "Well, deep fried ham sounds delicious."
"Kirsten, um..." She quickly turned off the TV. She didn't need Kirsten knowing she was watching NASCAR. It was bad enough she saw the Skoal. "I thought we weren't doing any business until after the New Year."
"I didn't come here for business."
"Oh, just happen to be in the neighborhood, huh?" Julie said almost annoyed that Kirsten came over unannounced and seeing her at her worst.
"I came to see how you were."
Now Julie felt bed. There was no need to snap at Kirsten. "I'm great. Some of the neighbors are having cockfights in an hour, using stray dogs. It's a holiday tradition. My money's on the feisty Weimaraner."
Kirsten stopped listening at the word cockfights. "Good, because I'm awful." She wasn't there to hide her feelings. She wasn't there to act superior to Julie. She just wanted to spend some time with her friend, no matter where the venue.
Julie finally understood that Kirsten had no malicious intent. "I'm spitting Skoal into a can, drinking wine from a bottle I unscrewed, and living in a home that if I wanted to, I could put in reverse. I'm beyond awful."
"Well misery loves company." Kirsten simply stated, not caring what Julie thought as she sat down on a very uncomfortable couch.
Julie watched Kirsten settle in and decided not to fight it. She turned the television back on and even dared to offer Kirsten some Skoal. When in Rome...
After a few seconds of silence, Julie couldn't help but break it. "I bet you've never been on the inside of one of these things before, huh?"
"That's a bold assumption."
"Is it?"
"I think you would be quite surprised to know that Sandy and I used to live in the back of a mail truck for a few months."
"You?" Julie asked appalled. "Kirsten Cohen?"
Kirsten laughed out loud. "Why do you always think that I think I am above certain things? That couldn't be further from the truth."
"Fair enough. Care to intrigue me with your tales from your past. Anything will make me feel better at this point."
"I'm not so sure I want to share." Kirsten said, quite embarrassed about the way she used to live, which is ironic because those days were some of the best of her life.
"Do I need to remind you of the luxury accommodations I am living in right now?" She said pointing around to their surroundings.
"Well, what do you want to know?" Kirsten figured she would amuse her friend.
"For one thing, how did Sandy convince you to live in a mail truck?"
Kirsten laughed, trying to understand where Julie was coming from. "I was a different person back then. I was young and in love. I would have lived in a cardboard box if Sandy asked me too."
"Really?"
She nodded her head, another smile spreading across her face. "Don't get me wrong. There was a whole adjusting period that took some time, but it was fun and spontaneous and it completely pissed my father off."
"Oh God, I didn't even think of Caleb."
"As you could imagine, it wasn't pretty. He hated Sandy even more after that summer, but it wasn't because of the mail truck. It was because I was so happy with Sandy. He was so hell bent on making sure my life started and ended with Jimmy that I could have dated anyone and it wouldn't have mattered." Kirsten realized she said too much. Maybe mentioning Jimmy was not the best of ideas. She decided to quickly change the subject. "It didn't help that Sandy was the exact opposite of my father and stood against everything he believed in."
"Well he was blind if he couldn't see how happy you were. It used to kill Jimmy to see you like that."
"I'm sorry Julie." Kirsten didn't know what else to say. She knew that must have really hurt back then.
"You don't have to apologize Kirsten. We have been through this before. Jimmy and I had a great life together and I would do everything the exact same way even if I knew the outcome would end me here."
"I feel terrible for what my father did to you."
"Again, not your fault. I think I blamed you for so many things in my life and it wasn't until a few years ago when I realized that couldn't have been further from the truth."
Kirsten just smiled, not having anything more to say. She was content where this conversation ended.
Of course, Julie wanted more. "So I bet you and Sandy had a lot of sex in that mail truck, huh?"
"Julie! I'm not having this conversation with you."
"Why not? I love having this conversation!"
"As much as I would love to, I have to go. I promised Sandy I would be home to help him finish decorating." She started to get up, but was still concerned for her friend. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes. Thanks for checking though."
The next few days were hectic for parental Cohens. Seth pitched this crazy idea to have a Bar-Mitzvah for Ryan to help raise money for one of their friends. Sandy was less than thrilled with idea finding the whole idea offensive to his Jewish heritage. But there was Kirsten and her feelings to be considered. She seemed totally on board with the idea and he knew she liked getting involved in things for a good cause, plus it helped ease her way back into the community, which was not an easy thing in this town.
Sandy made sure it was honorary and set the ground rules. Kirsten spent the next few days at the hospital and the venue to set things ups. He couldn't help but notice how happy she was. He loved seeing her like this. She was driven and focused and it wasn't for work or her father. It was for herself. He was reminded of the Kirsten he fell in love with at Berkeley. She was always on some sort of mission to bring people together over the things she loved.
A few days before the event, Kirsten came home and noticed a VHS tape on the living room floor that was marked Seth's Bar-Mitzvah. Kirsten knew Seth must have been reminiscing of his own coming of age moment that ended up being such a disaster. She went over and picked it up, her fingers playing with the rectangle plastic contemplating whether to put it in or not.
Lost in her own thoughts, she jumped when she felt someone behind her. Once the familiar arms wrapped themselves around her waist, she relaxed. Sandy's eyes caught what she was holding and chuckled. "God, that was a crazy night." He said referring to the tape.
"That's one way to put it!" She joked back, leaning back enjoying the feeling of his hard chest against her back.
"I think I spent the majority of that party trying to keep my mother away from your father."
"'Yeah, and vice versa for me."
"Not that it worked. They managed to kill each other with words that night."
"What a disaster!" She held the tape up as she spoke. "I really don't want need to watch this now that I am thinking about it. Plus, let's not forget the guest of honor and how miserable he was."
"I know. We had to hear about how awful he felt for weeks that Summer didn't show up."
"He broke my heart that night." She thought back to Seth's misery and how she desperately wanted to fix it. Any mother would feel that way, but she couldn't do anything about it and that hurt her. "Did anything good come of that night?" She asked, throwing the tape onto the couch.
He removed his hand from her waist, moving her hair to one side. As his lips contacted her skin, he whispered. "If I remember correctly, I won a bet that night."
Kirsten immediately knew what he was talking about and had to set him straight. She spun around with a look of shock at she raised her voice a bit. "'You did not! I won that bet."
"I don't think so, but the rules really weren't spelled out. We didn't have time to set it in stone."
"I still won!" She said, knowing she was right. "I guess we really shouldn't complain about your mother's visit since she enabled us to make the bet in the first place."
"There was not one part of me that was thinking about my mother!" He said pulling her close. "Not then and not now!"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, loving to think back of memories such as this. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss onto his lips. It was soft and gentle, not wanting to rush how she felt at that moment. "Do you even remember how that whole bet started?"
"I remember literally coming up with it right before we left the party."
"I know. That was my first mistake. I don't think it would have been so close to call if we knew about this the entire evening."
"You're pretty sure of yourself huh?" He asked.
"You know I hate to lose." She joked back.
"Well, double or nothing?" He asked. "What do you say? Recreate that night? That bet?"
"You're on, but there is no way I am going to lose. We started that bet in the first place because our sex life was lacking because I was traveling for work so much. We hardly ever saw each other."
"I know. This makes it almost too easy. If I didn't explode then, I certainly won't explode now."
"Yes, but you're older now and I have my ways." She winked. "Besides you didn't cross the finish line to the house the last time and I only had the car ride to rile you up. Now I have the whole night! You're never going to make it."
"We were in the driveway and that is part of the house, so technically, I win!"
"Don't worry, this time it won't be that close." She said kissing him deeply, rubbing her groin against his wanting to get him going.
"We'll see. You are keeping me way too satisfied these days. You are your own worst enemy." Just then they heard the boys enter the kitchen and they broke apart, the bulge now evident in Sandy's pants.
Kirsten walked away from him as he settled himself down. Sandy entered the kitchen to hear that Ryan was no longer interested in helping Johnny out. Teenage drama reared it's ugly head and Sandy had to fix this immediately. Forget the bet they just made. Kirsten had been working hard on petitioning the hospital and the Newpsies to go along with this. He didn't want to disappoint her. He had to go talk to Ryan.
Sandy entered the pool house and saw Ryan sulking. "It's time for the big Sandy Cohen uplifting speech."
"Look Sandy, I've got my reasons." Ryan clearly didn't want to talk about it.
"I'm sure you do. Just like I had mine when I didn't want you to do this crazy thing." He had to throw that back in his face even though they both knew it was more of Seth's crazy idea.
"Sorry to let you down." He said with a twinge of anger in his voice.
"Well it's not just me. There's also Kirsten. She has her heart set on it." Sandy knew Ryan had a soft spot in his heart for Kirsten and the guilt would help change his mind. "And the hospital. They're all excited about it. And your friend Johnny who, whatever he's done, he could really use your help."
"He can still have the event, just do it without me."
"Oh that'd be missing the point." Sandy stands up to start his exit from this conversation, knowing he has got Ryan where he wants him. "The whole thing about a Bar-Mitzvah is, it's about becoming a man. Not that you aren't one already but, if there were ever a time for an adult moment, this is it. Whatever's going on set it aside until after tonight."
"I'd really be swallowing my pride."
"I'm not saying it tastes good, but..." He let his words linger so they would infiltrate Ryan's brain.
"You got to do the right thing. Yeah, feels like I do that a lot." He said bitterly.
Sandy decided it was time to lighten the conversation. "That's because, Ryan Atwood, you're a mensch." When Ryan looked at him, Sandy knew he had no idea what that meant.
"And after tonight, I'm going to tell you what that means."
The night had finally arrived and both Sandy and Kirsten were equally excited for multiple reasons. First and foremost, they were proud of their sons for wanting to work so hard to help out their friend. Secondly, Ryan was going to partake in a Jewish tradition that was very important to Sandy. Finally they both have been teasing each other relentlessly over the past few days about the bet that was going to take place tonight.
Kirsten was in the bathroom finishing getting ready for the gala as Sandy was in their closet tying his tie. Kirsten caught his attention immediately when she walked past him in her underwear and bra. He immediately grabbed her hand, almost missing her sprint to their bedroom to put on the rest of her clothing.
"You know, I can undress very easily and join you over there." He said, completely aware that the odds of this happening were not in his favor.
Kirsten could help but laugh to herself. This was going to be easier than she thought. Instead of pulling away like she normally did when they were getting ready, she decided to embrace the situation. She clenched his hand and moved her body close to his, letting him feel her bare skin that was revealed. She leaned in for a kiss and once their lips were locked she pushed him backwards against one of the bare walls. She deepened the kiss, moving her hands slowly downward to feel his hardening body.
"Do you know how bad I want you right now?" She teased.
Sandy was completely caught up in the moment and unaware of the game Kirsten was already starting to play. He moved his hands to the cup of her bra, pulling it down to reveal her breast. His lips immediately moved to her chest, making their way to her hardened point.
"Tell me." He whispered, his mind focused on her and not their silly bet.
She moved her hands through his hair and smiled like a Cheshire cat. She gently pulled his head up so she could make eye contact with those lustful baby blue eyes. "I would, but we are going to be late. But I am sure we will be able to steal a few moments to ourselves once we get there."
Sandy wasn't stupid and it took him all of about three seconds to figure out what she was doing. Before she could respond, she surprised him again. She created a small distance between them. Reaching her hand down to his semi- bulging crotch, loving that she could turn him on so easily, she spoke softly. "Easy! The night hasn't even started." And with that she waltzed away from him and into their bedroom.
Sandy was almost mad at himself for falling into her trap. He made a promise to himself that he would be more aware of her motives as the night progressed. He knew Kirsten and with a room full of people, her behavior would have to be somewhat tame.
When they arrived at the party, the Cohen family was trapped for the first ten minutes by the photographer. As the shooter called for certain poses, Kirsten decided since there was no one behind them, to make another move on Sandy. Her goal was to keep his mind occupied with sex for the entire evening, This way, when they did have the opportunity to become physical, he would not be able to hold out very long.
As the flashes went off, Kirsten loving rubbed her husbands back since their arms were looped behind each other. She then decided to slowly move it downward, once again checking to make sure no one was behind them. Once her hands reached his buttocks, she gave a gentle squeeze. Sandy jumped a little bit, but regained his composure.
"What are you doing?" He whispered into her ear, slightly breathless.
She played innocent. "You should know by now that when I want something I always get it. Lucky for you, you are what I want." As if that wasn't enough to make his head spin, she continued. "I'm not going to be able to wait much longer either."
As much as Sandy wanted to play along with her flirty games, he held strong. "You know, you did this to me at Seth's Bar Mitzvah and it didn't work then and I doubt your naughty tactics are going to work now."
Once the photographer dismissed them of their duties and the kids walked out of ear shot, Kirsten pulled him close to her by his tie. "Yes, but my father and your mother are not here. With the kids' friends here, I doubt we will even be missed."
"Oh yeah?" He challenged. "What did you have in mind?" He knew Kirsten didn't expect him to call her out on this.
A little taken back that he was fighting her on the issue, she forged forward. She kissed him lightly and moaned so he could hear how much she enjoyed his lips on hers. "I was hoping that these lips…" She said touching her own mouth. "…were not the only ones you kissed tonight." She said seductively, referring to her most intimate of areas.
Sandy was shocked. Kirsten rarely spoke verbally about oral sex and he knew tonight was going to be a challenge, but he figured this only one way. No matter what happened, he was not going to lose tonight, even if the bet was a shot in the dark.
She briskly walked away from him, but turned to look at him over one of her shoulders. She could see the look of shock on his face, loving that a few simple words could send him into a tailspin.
The night took an interesting turn of events when Sandy found himself on stage trying to buy time with the crowd while they tried to locate Ryan. Even Kirsten's mind was now occupied with the fear that Ryan decided not to go through with this after all.
After several uncomfortable moments, Sandy took a seat next to Kirsten when Ryan finally did show up. As he spoke, Sandy and Kirsten's minds were fully focused on him. He spoke so eloquently and they were so proud of him.
Sandy could see that Kirsten was getting emotional over Ryan's words. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." She wanted to express why she had tears in her eyes. "Ryan said we were a miracle to him."
"I know." Sandy said proudly. "I think he finally understands how much we love him.
"A miracle though? All we did was give him a chance to be loved."
"Yes, but in Ryan's eyes, that is a miracle. Just like you were my miracle."
"Sandy, don't say that. I was the lucky one."
"I love you, you know that?"
Before she could respond, her boys were at their side, making jokes about some song that apparently meant something to Seth. Once they were left alone again, Kirsten was able to answer him. "I know that and I would like to show you if you'll let me."
Sandy's guard went up, thinking back to their little wager. "Oh no, you don't." He warned. "I am on to you, Mrs. Cohen."
She laughed. "I was just going to ask if you wanted to dance."
"Dancing I can do." Sandy responded, knowing it was safe.
Once she was in his arms, he spoke what was playing on both their minds. "You really think you can win this, huh? Make me lose all control before we get to our house?" He questioned. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news but the evening is coming to a close and I am holding strong."
Kirsten knew this was her opportunity to stimulate his mind and send orbs of sexual energy to his groin. She kept her voice low as she spoke. "It won't be that hard to get you where I want you."
"That's what you think." He said with a tone of pride in his voice.
Kirsten lowered her voice, not wanting the ears of Newport to know how dirty Kirsten Cohen could really be. "I have been thinking about where tonight is going to lead us and in my mind there is only one place." She moved her hands to the back of his neck, playing with the locks of hair that Sandy was so fortunate to have. "And if you don't want to take me there, then I think you know what will have to happen."
Sandy knew where she was going with this, but wanted to hear her say it. He could feel the stirrings in his pants, but didn't care. It wasn't often that Kirsten spoke this way. "Refresh my memory." He barely got out and he watched his wife move closer to his body.
"I am going to have to take matters into my own hands. You and I both know I have those capabilities to pleasure myself in a way you love to watch."
Images were flying through Sandy's mind and none of them were pure. As he felt her groin push into his harden state, he closed his eyes and let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
She loved where he was at the moment. "Of course I rather it be you who touched me and kissed me, but the thoughts of your hard cock inside me will be enough to get me to where I want."
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to his body. "Oh God, Kirsten." He whispered into his ear.
Her lips kissed his earlobe quickly, still conscious that their sons were present even though there wasn't a soul in earshot. "You know how much I like to have you in my mouth." She knew this would seal the deal. "I know it doesn't happen often, but I miss the taste of your explosion. Don't deny me that tonight. Best Chrismukah Ever."
When she pulled back slightly, she could see the glazed over look Sandy had in his eyes. She knew he was hard and it wouldn't take much to bring him over the edge now. "I'm so close." He said as he pulled her close to him again. He didn't want to explode in his pants in the middle of the party like a teenager.
"And I'm so wet." She whispered, feeling Sandy clenching on to her, not to lose control. "The boys took the other car. Let's get out of here."
"I can't even stop to say goodbye." His breaths were short as he was struggling to string his words together.
She arched an eyebrow at him and decided to give him an out. "Say I win and we will head directly to the car."
"You haven't won anything yet." He barely got out.
"I am going to make you come so hard in about five minutes from now. All you have to do is say I win."
Sandy wanted both. He wanted to release himself with her help, but he also wanted to win.
She decided he needed one final nudge. "I want to get out of here so you can hear me scream your name as you get me from behind." She knew the doggy-style position was his favorite.
"You win. You win. Can we go now?"
She grabbed his hand and led him out to the parking lot. They didn't say anything when they reached Sandy's Lexus. He just spun her around and kissed her passionately. "I wanted to do that all night." He said before pushing his groin into her.
Her body was resting against the door and her hands found their way to his pants. As she started to unbuckle, unbutton and unzip, he moved his hands underneath her dress, wanting to feel her moist core. Once his finger found the lacy material and dove underneath, he knew she wasn't lying before. "You're so wet."
"For you." She responded back. She removed her hands from inside his pants and placed them inside his pockets. She grabbed the car keys and pushed him away. "Let's move the car away from here."
As she opened the door to drive, Sandy hopped in the passenger seat. He was grateful that the top was down so they had more room once they reached wherever Kirsten was taking them. Hopefully it wasn't too far.
Kirsten looked over at her husband and saw his hand reach into his pants needing to feel himself. She decided to just pull the car around the back of the building out of everyone's sight. She wanted to go somewhere romantic, but Sandy was close and frankly so was she.
She threw the car in park and didn't even take a second to turn off the ignition. She just leaned over, grabbed the elastic of his boxers pulling them down harshly and desperately wanted to taste her husband.
"You are so big." She said, right before her lips circled him. She used one hand to pleasure the base as her tongue and mouth pleasured the rest of it. Her mouth wasn't going to cover the whole thing tonight.
Sandy's hand caressed her scalp and his clenched his eyes shut and tipped his head to the sky. He didn't want this to end so quickly, but he couldn't keep control.
"Remember how I used to do this to you in my father's car?" She said, spurring him on even further.
"Kirsten, please…" He begged, not wanting her to talk anymore, afraid he would explode in her mouth.
"Remember how you used to pull out during sex and come on my stomach because of the fear of getting pregnant?" She continued as her mouth still worked her magic.
"I'm going to come." He said, pulling her head away, knowing that swallowing what he had to offer was not something she did often.
She looked up at him and spoke when their eyes met. "Remember how much I used to love when you came in my mouth?" She smiled wickedly before her lips retuned to him.
Sandy couldn't believe this night. Kirsten always used to swallow, but it had been so long that he thought she was past it.
Apparently not!
It was only a few more bobs of the head and she felt his entire body stiffen, his buttocks tighten and his cock thrust forward to the depths of her throats. Little by little she felt the warm explosion in her mouth and swallowed. It wasn't something she enjoyed doing, but knew what a turn on it was for Sandy.
His hands softened in her hair as his groans subsided. "Oh God, Kirsten. That was …"
She started to lean back to a sitting position, wiping her lips and looking into his glazed over eyes. "Say I win!"
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"'Very."
"Happy Chrismukah, you win!" He finally said.
"Good, now let's go home. I am ready for my present!" She joked.
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