Kristie’s Christmas Angel

By Gina Marie Wylie

Kristie Davenport stared at her breasts in the bathroom mirror, having wiped away the late evening fog from her shower.

I started getting breasts when I was ten. They grew slowly, until they stopped back in 7th grade. From then to right after Halloween, nothing. Just barely a B-cup, not enough for cleavage, but looked really weird with any augmentation bras as my lame mother calls them. Falsies. And now?

Kristie shook her head again, staring at the two imposing melons on her chest. They’re huge. Me, who never sagged, who didn’t need support... now I sag. Not much, but I do. My nipples, just quarter-sized at Halloween, are now bigger than silver dollars. When I rub myself, my nipples get nearly as big as my whole breast used to be.

And rubbing myself... I thought Halloween was cool, doing it in front of everyone, laughing at them, so lame and clueless. Then Cousin Glennie had shown me a thing or two about rubbing breasts, particularly nipples and now when I rub these, the sensations are ten times what they were before. My nipples stay erect all day, just from my bra! I couldn’t do my ghost costume again, because it would take everyone standing up screaming and shouting to drown out the noise I make.

Kristie brought up both hands to knuckle her eyes, carefully avoiding her breasts. Rub them and Mom will be on my case again about too long in the bathroom. She yawned, slipped on her robe and went back to her bedroom, putting on her Hillary Duff CD to fall asleep to.

Wouldn’t it be nice to be a rock star? she mused, picturing it in her head. People cheering and waving, bright lights and big cars; beautiful dresses, handsome people all around her, awaiting her beck and call. Ann Marie Kruger would have nothing on Kristie Davenport then!

She sneered, thinking about Ann Marie.

Stupid lame school! Stupid lame teachers! Stupid lame class play! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

We need angels, Ms. Cox said.

Who needs dumb, stupid ass angels?

Oh, let’s let Ann Marie and Kristie be angels!

Kristie tried to calm herself, but years of rat treatment by the rat bitch rose up and caused a raw feeling in the back of her throat.

Can’t let her get the best of me! It’s happened too many times!

Kristie shook her head. Ann Marie wins. Always. Just get it over with, that’s all Kristie wanted. Two rehearsals, two performances; I can do this... I can.

And what really pissed Kristie off? After thinking about Ann Marie she didn’t feel like rubbing herself! Stupid! Stupid lame bitch! Ruins everything she gets near!

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Kristie came out of the dressing rooms, walked quietly to the rear of the stage area, stayed partly in shadow, watching quietly. Ms. Cox, the drama teacher, was busy on the stage proper, talking to the kids who played Mary and Joseph. Kristie giggled, remembering what Principal Snyder had said to Ms. Cox’s idea to have a real donkey on stage.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kristie saw Ann Marie standing with fists on her hips, looking like she owned the place. Ann Marie seemed to be watching the same thing Kristie was, and was no more eager to move forward, either. What, Kristie thought, don’t tell me you miss Angela and Andrea? If Andrea did any worse in school, it’s not gonna be the Dean’s list she’ll be on... she’ll be the list of those coming back again next year.

Kristie saw Ann Marie’s eyes roam, then fix on Kristie. Sure enough, Ann Marie started marching right at Kristie.

Kristie contemplated a quick trip to the bathroom, then decided that it would be a big waste just to avoid the aggravation. Ann Marie would still be right here when she got back. Better to just get it over with.

Ann Marie stopped a foot away and gestured imperiously at Kristie’s angel wings. “Your wings sag.”

For a moment Kristie’s world flashed red; you stupid bitch, I had to put this lame costume on by myself! You’re supposed to have someone help with the wings, to get all that shit inside them straight! But no... you were too busy sucking up to Ms. Cox! No, everyone else was too busy with just about anything else, instead of giving me a hand!

Kristie’s eyes blazed, and for the first time in Kristie’s life she saw something in Ann Marie’s face that wasn’t smug, supercilious contempt. Kristie wasn’t sure what Ann Marie was feeling, but it wasn’t her usual rat bitch attitude.

Kristie took a step closer to Ann Marie, her eyes blazing. “Maybe if I’d had someone to help, they’d be ok.” Kristie’s voice was low and brittle. She took another step closer to Ann Marie, who took a quick step back, only to bump into the wall of the stage.

“Maybe if you were a human being instead of a turd,” Kristie was really going now! “You’d have come over here and said ‘Hey, let me help you with those.’” Kristie moved another bit closer, this time her breasts bumping Ann Marie’s.

“But no, not Ann Marie Kruger! No! That’s not who Ann Marie is!”

For a second the two of them stood eye-to-eye, toe-to-toe. Then it happened: Ann Marie blinked.

And as stunning an upset as that was, it was almost as big a surprise when Ann Marie’s eyes flicked down and fixed on Kristie’s breasts.

For a moment, neither of them spoke; who knows what drives someone that last extra inch? Pushing to get that last little bit of satisfaction and victory? Kristie pushed a little harder, breast-to-breast with Ann Marie. Kristie’s mouth went dry, her nipples popped up, the familiar warmth came between Kristie’s legs.

Ann Marie visibly swallowed, her eyes locked on Kristie’s chest. “You seem... bigger.”

For the first time in her life facing Ann Marie, Kristie sneered at her arch nemesis. “I’m the same today as I was yesterday. As I’ve been for a while. You just never looked.”

Kristie felt Ann Marie shift; for a second, Kristie thought the other girl was going to turn tail and run. Instead, Ann Marie pressed against Kristie’s breasts a little more firmly. Good grief! Ann Marie had tittie hard ons too!

Kristie moved her upper body just a bit, felt her nipples rub across Ann Marie’s. Kristie had had a terrible time trying to get the damn costume on with her bra in the way. So she took it off. Bet Ann Marie had trouble too!

A small smile quirked Kristie’s lips as she saw Ann Marie was still staring with fascination at Kristie’s breasts. Yeah, it does feel pretty good, doesn’t it? Ann Marie moved more deliberately, increasing the nipple-to-nipple contact. You got just as hot an itch down there between your legs as I do, don’t you? Kristie thought.

Kristie looked around; not only was no one close, everyone was up on stage, listening to the discussion of how to get Mary to look like she was riding a burro. No one was paying Kristie or Ann Marie the least amount of attention, but Kristie knew that could change in an instant. Did she want to be standing here rubbing titties with Ann Marie when that happened? Did she want to be here, rubbing titties?

Nope. Rubbing titties though, that was a big Yessssss!

Kristie reached out, put her hand on Ann Marie’s hip for a second, and pressed harder against Ann Marie’s erect tips. Ann Marie now had a glazed look in her eyes that Kristie could recognize. Kristie’s smile broadened. That’s the look I have on my face when I’m standing in front of the mirror rubbing my clit as fast as I can, twisting my nipples as hard as I dare. That’s the look Cousin Glennie had on her face at Thanksgiving when I finger fucked her.

Kristie pulled back, moving a safe inch or two away. “Your wings are a mess, Ann Marie. Maybe we should go back in the dressing room and help each other?”

The feeling in Kristie’s stomach intensified, wondering what Ann Marie was going to say now that she would have a moment to think with something more than hormones.

“We should do that, yes,” Ann Marie’s voice was nearly a stammer, just above a whisper. All confidence and smugness gone, just raw horny lust left. That was okay with Kristie... she had a lot of that right now, herself.

They walked back to the dressing room. Once inside, Kristie lightly tugged on one of Ann Marie’s hands, and the two of them stepped behind one of the tall privacy screens. If Kristie had been surprised about Ann Marie on stage, here, she was just as amazed.

Ann Marie kept hold of Kristie’s hand, leaned close and started kissing Kristie really hard. She pulled Kristie close; their hands were squished between them, right between their legs. And Ann Marie’s fingers cupped Kristie’s sex through the robe, even as Ann Marie’s tongue invaded Kristie’s mouth.

For a millisecond Kristie smiled in wry amusement at Ann Marie’s sudden change of attitude, but that vanished into the welter of her own hormones as Ann Marie’s hand sought it’s way through the folds of Kristie’s angel robe, until her fingers plunged under Kristie’s panties.

Kristie sighed several seconds later as she climaxed. She opened her eyes and saw that Ann Marie was looking at her. “You like that too, don’t you?”

Kristie nodded, not sure of her voice. Ann Marie’s finger wiggled inside of Kristie. “I’ve never done anything like this,” Ann Marie murmured.

Kristie raised an eyebrow. “Angela? Andrea?”

“They’d freak,” Ann Marie said, shaking her head and looking sad. “We’ve been friends forever, but something like this...”

From out in the room, Ms. Cox’s voice spoke. “Ann Marie? Kristie? We need you on stage.”

Kristie spoke up, “We’ll be there as soon as we get our angel wings on.”

They heard Ms. Cox go out the door.

Kristie moved her own hand through Ann Marie’s robe, and found another surprise. Not only was Ann Marie not wearing a bra, she wasn’t wearing panties either. Kristie stroked her fingers through Ann Marie’s slit.

Ann Marie smothered a giggle. “We’re not angels.”

Kristie shook her head. “I don’t guess we are.”

Underneath angel robes, fingers flew in furious pursuit of release.

A few minutes later, wings high, smiling, they headed towards the stage.

As they walked, Kristie grinned at Ann Marie. “So, whatcha doing after rehearsal?”