As the six of us sat around our rental house's living room, gulping down the beer that Nelson had scored us with his fake ID, River wrapped his arm around me.

"Slow down," He said, grabbing the beer from my hand. "You don't want to be hungover tomorrow. It's Christmas."

"It's just like any other day. We aren't giving presents. We don't have a tree. And we'll probably just get Canes for dinner."

"True," Victor said, raising his beer.

"It's the spirit that counts," Nadia added.

"We could at least try to make it feel more Christmas-y," River said.

"Since when did you become some kind of Christmas advocate?" Nelson asked.

"I just don't want you to feel like you're missing out," River said to me.

"What makes you think that I think that?"

"You have siblings and parents who are around a lot. It seems like you would have amazing Christmas mornings."

"And you didn't?"

"My parents usually worked on Christmas, and I don't have any siblings," River shrugged.

"That's kind of sad," I said.

"Not really."

"Let's change that," I said, getting up and setting down my beer.

"What do you mean?" Jess asked.

"Let's try to have an awesome Christmas, even though it's different from what we are used to."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" River asked.

"Well, first, we need to get matching Christmas jammies, then we'll make Christmas cookies, and lastly, we'll play board games."

"I'm not wearing Christmas jammies," River said as the boys agreed.

"Oh, come on. Why not?"

"We'll look stupid."

"Is your masculinity really that fragile?" Nadia asked.

"No!" They said.

"Then wear the damn Christmas jammies."

"Fine," River grumbled.

"Jess, you can drive since you haven't been drinking," Nadia said as we all piled into the car and headed to Target. Once there, we searched the rows for something that would work. In the end, we found candy-cane-striped jammies and lots of stuff to decorate cookies.

When we got back to the house, we immediately changed into them.

"We look like idiots," River said, looking down and scowling at himself.

"We look fashionable and festive," Nadia said, twirling around in her new clothes.

I spread out the bare cookies and the cookie decorating supplies after setting down the tablecloth we had gotten.

"Should we make it a competition?" Victor asked.

"Why does everything need to be a competition with you?" I asked.

"It's more intense."

"Not everything needs to be intense," I said, rolling my eyes.

"It's more fun that way."

"Fine," I said as we started decorating. Each of us came up with our own designs, which consisted of red, white, and green, except for Nadia, who used every color imaginable.

When we were done, we laid them out and analyzed them. There was no obvious winner, as they all looked terrible and amateurish, but ultimately, we decided that Nadia's had to win since it was the most unique.

"Ready for some board games?" I asked when we finished cleaning up.

"I have a better idea," Nelson said with a smirk.

"Uh oh."

"We're not twelve years old anymore. We shouldn't be playing board games. Let's take a purity test instead."

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a test that asks you a set of questions. You start with 100 points, and for each question that you answer 'yes' with, your score lowers by one point. It's simple," River explained.

"What are the questions?" I asked.

"Mostly about sexual stuff. It determines how pure you are."

"I don't know," I said hesitantly, knowing that I wouldn't be answering 'yes' to a lot of the questions.

"It'll be fun," Nelson whined.

"Okay," I said, figuring it wouldn't be too bad. Boy, was I wrong. After finding a modern-day test online, I started to read some of the questions.

"Sex with an animal and sibling are on here?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, hopefully, nobody will answer yes to that."

I continued completing my test, worried the entire time because I hadn't done many of the things on it. When we finished, we started going around the room and saying our scores. Everybodys was in between 40 and 60, and then there was me, with a score of 88.

"I think it's time to go to bed," River yawned, grabbing my hand and pulling me upstairs.

"Good night, everybody," I murmured, following River up the stairs. When we got to his room, I flopped onto the bed.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"My score."

"What about it?"

"It's too high."

"Alani, none of us care that your score is somewhat high."

"But I do."

"Why?"

"Because I'm trying to try new things!"

"Yeah, fun things, not sexual things or smoking and weed. You don't need to do any of that crap."

"Not the smoking or weed. I want to try more sexual things," I said as River's eyes lit up like the plastic Christmas tree we had at my house every year.

"Like what?" He asked.

"I don't know," I trailed off.

"Alani, don't feel pressured to try anything on the list that you don't want to try."

"I want to try something new. Something that most college students have done."

"Like what?"

"Like....a new sex position."

"What kind of new sex position?" River asked, walking toward me.

"Like sitting on your face. We haven't done that before," I said as I saw River's eyes darken and his dick harden under his pants. Seconds after I finished talking, River tackled me onto the bed and started pulling my clothes off.

"Someone's eager," I said, smiling.

"Did you glue these things to your legs?" River asked, trying to get my leggings off. We both laughed as I helped him get the clothing off of me.

"So, how do we do this?" I asked.

"Like this," He said, gripping my hips and pulling me toward him so that I was straddling his waist. "Now, just move up a little."

I did as he said until my pussy was lined up with his mouth, and god, it felt good as I began riding his face.

"We need to try more new things," I moaned as River gripped my ass.

"Whatever you want," He said.