Better than Birthday Sex SeXStoRY

It was Christmas day. My, at the time, girlfriend and I were visiting my side of the f****y. It was your average Christmas party, except for the fact that this side of my f****y is Irish and loves to drink. I'm not much of a drinker and prefer to live generally sober. So me and my girlfriend were hanging around waiting for all the festivities to be over so we could go about our lives. We had been going out for nearly two years at this point and were fairly used to our relationship. Meaning that sex and pretty everything about each other was common place and while it all was enjoyable and fun, it wasn't always as exciting as sex is when you first start dating. We weren't too much into kinky things and would rotate between the same few positions always in a bed. I guess sex had always been good and neither of us were bored so we never were too concerned with spicing it up. This night was one of those exceptions during our relationship, this night was the type of tribal sex you suspect to hear people whispering about at some watering hole somewhere. Our passion got stirred up when my completely d***ken uncle started talking about how pretty she was. He started ranting and raving about how gorgeous of a girlfriend I had, while the rest of my f****y stared in shock and mild horror. He kept rambling on about it while telling other people how wild we must be in bed. I just started laughing, half because it was pretty damn funny and half to shift attention off myself. My girlfriend was pretty reserved around my f****y as she was a short and feisty girl generally. I always figured she had to keep shy as to prevent any chance of letting that short temper show. Being generally shy she really couldn't do or say much other than keep in her general character. After a while he stumbled out of the room and everyone moved on quickly from the subject. We weren't so quick to move on. We both felt a mutual feeling of inadequacy. Like we were leading my f****y on by not explaining that we weren't actually all that wild in bed. I could have gone on to assure them that I get the job done and know my way pretty well around a pussy but that might have been in bad taste. So we just kind of sat around clinging onto each other. It was uncomfortable being around my f****y and having that thick lust lingering around us. We lightly would rub our bodies against each other, as if just leaning in for a drink from the coffee table but suddenly changing our minds, over and over again. This light contact should not have really been enough to invoke any physical pleasure but I felt like she was inches from my crotch every time she brushed shoulders with me. I guess being told what you seem to be is a pretty strong aphrodisiac as I'm sure everyone in the room could feel our desires. After the tension built to the point where escape was a necessity I wished everyone goodbye and we ran out to the car. We started ripping into, rubbing, and stroking each others faces and flesh with anything that we deemed worthy. It was a brief orgy, short a few members. Soon we realized we needed more than some front seat fooling around and we took off for my apartment. She was driving and I had my hand gently rubbing her crotch the entire ride. When she stopped at a light she would reciprocate. Something we threw caution to the wind and would start kissing at intersections or briefly at stop signs. I'm pretty sure I unbuckled my seat belt and started licking her ear at one point. When we almost got to my apartment I was struck by an extremely upsetting development. We were out of condoms. I skittishly told her and the car screeched to a halt. She pulled a U turn and said we were finding a gas station that was open on Christmas Fucking Day. She rarely took control like that and I really liked it. She would pull up to any gas station with a light on and I would run up and check to see if they were open. After about five attempts we finally found one that was open. I'll spare you anymore unnecessary dialogue or details and skip to the point when my apartment door was flung open and slammed shut as I rammed her into the nearest table and ripped both of our clothes off. I had a roommate but at that point I didn't even remember he existed. I snapped on the condom after a few seconds of lashing into her bare pussy with my tongue and lips. The next half an hour was the stuff I never really imagined being the two of us. Me racing through her with no concern for how long I would last, as she dug her nails through my shirt into my skin, clinging to my shoulders and body for dear life as I forgot that I was a mild mannered, sweat boy. We went through the four pack of condoms that night and my usual insomnia held no contest for the exhaustion that set in after. We had achieved the sex only inappropriately spoke of by d***ken uncles at f****y functions. All in all, it was a very merry Christmas. Going to edit tomorrow, too tired.