Intermission by Ashley Pullo Page A

impalement is – just – enough – to – fucking oorah !
    “Oh shit, Nat, oh yes, ah, uh . . . uh,” I groan.
    “Tell me how you really feel, Lieutenant” she smirks.
    Holy shit, I know how I feel but I want her to taste it. I lower her legs to the floor and stroke her beautiful face. After a quick glance at my glistening cock, she smiles eagerly, acknowledging my silent request.
    “Kiss it.” I command as I push Nat down to her knees. Natalie goes all in, taking most of my shaft deep inside her mouth and doing that amazing tongue-flicking thing around the tip. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back. Even with my dick in her mouth, she’s smiling. I shake my head and smile back, my stupid crooked grin she loves so much. I get it – beneath the playful, hot sex, we’re best friends.
    “I like Santa,” I say in my creepiest-aviator-goggle-wearing-Tin Man-loving-scoffer voice.
    Natalie stops her taste test and yanks my hips, causing me to stumble to the floor. She pushes me onto my back and climbs on top. I laugh wildly as she straddles me, moving my arms above my head and taking control. She leans down to lick my mouth and whispers, “Yeah.”
    “I like The Wizard of Oz. I like the Tin Man,” I say in a nasally tone as she moves faster and faster. I place my hands on her hips and bury my dick inside her.
    Natalie’s head falls back with a sexy smile as she inhales and exhales frantically. “Leave me alone . . . I’m-I’m-I’m-think – oh, ah, oh yes,” she deadpans.
    So yeah, we just fucked over some quotes from an 80s Christmas movie – and it was awesome.

2002-12-16
0800 hours
    “Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, dormez-vous, dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines—” Natalie swats her arm at me, but I dodge her blind attempt.
    “Fuck off,” she groans. I slap her bare ass and lay next to her.
    “I’m going to get some bagels, seeing as how you have a lemon and a jar of tartar sauce in the refrigerator. When I get back, you better be showered and dressed or I will personally tell Santa to put you on the Very Naughty List! D’accord, ma femme?”
    Natalie moans and rolls onto her side, exposing her naked body and the bite marks I left on her hips. She flutters her eyelashes and pouts her lips. “Can we go to brunch at The Intermezzo? Belgian waffles and mimosas! Or we could just stay in bed all day and fuck?”
    “I wish – god I want nothing more than to give you that,” I tease, “but I need to visit Mom and since I only have like thir—” Natalie sits up quickly and slaps her palm across my lips.
    “Nope, nope, nope ! I don’t want to know. Promise?” She removes her hand and reaches for mine. Natalie kisses my wrist and then places my hand on her chest. Despite being so forward and incredibly strong-willed, Nat is my vulnerable little princess and I would do anything for her.
    “Promise.”
    Her body relaxes and she smiles. “What did you give me last night? I feel so much better!”
    I smile as I put on my coat and say, “Mmm, baby, you know what I gave you – a Zach Attack!”
    “Ha! My cough is completely gone.”
    “Oh that. It was basically roofies and orange soda – a pharmacy trick from the old country.”
    “Well it worked! Hey, can you have them scoop out my bagel?”
    “What? Absolutely not! Live, eat, be merry. And frankly, I like your big ass.”
    Natalie tosses her pillow at me but I duck. “Ha ha, very funny, ya jerk! And I love your teeny tiny pecker – it’s so cute.”
    “Poorly played, ma femme. We both know my dick is massive and you can barely handle it.” I blow her a kiss from the door and head out into the hall.
    My former neighbor, Angie, is exiting the elevator with her ugly little wiener dog. She’s a decent girl, a little nosy and completely in love with me, but she’s attractive and always sweet. I’ve known her for years and she’s a fantastic baker, a gossip columnist for some crappy paper and a sexed-up single woman that