Those Left Forgotten at Christmas

Hey there this a submission for "WINTER HOLIDAY 2025". First time writing a 'group sex' story. Hopefully it's a fun read and suitably Christmassy, enjoy!

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Catherine was poking at her lacklustre looking Christmas dinner, joined by three of her students. They were the only ones left at the all-boys boarding school for the holidays, as everyone else had left to join their families. She and the boys had nowhere else to go. None of them had families to celebrate with - they were either distantly abroad or not really welcome. In 1925 it was not a casual thing to travel long distances. For the boys, young men really at eighteen-years-old, it would be too much of an endeavour to travel to India to spend Christmas with their families. For Catherine, the idea of spending Christmas with her family was a more tragic prospect than being here, playing chaperone.

The physics teacher was also supposed to be joining her as a fellow chaperone. Unfortunately, the old man had keeled over the previous day, requiring a trip to hospital. Leaving her alone to supervise the boys was not the worst thing in the world. At least she wasn't having her ear talked off about Nobel prize winner Einstein and his theory of relativity.

Between the four of them, they had managed to improvise a kind of roast dinner. None of them were particularly competent in the kitchen, hence the rather unimpressive outcome from their efforts. To compensate for the disappointment, Catherine had filched a few bottles of brandy from the pantry. Also, the thought of spending Christmas entirely sober was depressing, in itself. Her students were more than old enough to enjoy some too. They would have no doubt indulged with their families as well. After a few glasses each, the mood was at least getting relaxed and easier. It was snowing heavily outside, a true winter wonderland, but also probably meant that they would be snowed in for several days until it cleared. They ate in relative silence until one of the students broke it.

"Miss Catherine," Archie spoke in a more playful, jovial voice than the other two, "why did you get stuck here 'supervising' us? Aren't you annoyed that you weren't allowed to go see your family for Christmas?"

He was fair, with light blonde hair and blue eyes that had a playful hint to them. Overall, he was slighter and on the shorter side, very elfin looking, with delicate facial features. He was often the jokester in class, getting through life with a sense of humour.

Catherine sighed, "This is vastly preferable to spending Christmas with my family. You could all sit there and say nothing and still be superior company," she tittered.

Catherine was twenty-six, with rich dark curls, skin like snow, and emerald eyes. She had a delicate heart shaped face that gave the illusion that she was younger than her years. Especially when combined with her petite frame, even with its plump lower half. She had always bemoaned that she did not possess a large set of breasts to balance her out, or for her large behind and thighs to be smaller. At the very least, she had been blessed with a small waist and a flat stomach.

"I understand that, even if spending time with my family this Christmas were possible, I'd opt not to. My father just dotes on his new wife and baby, he effectively just ignores me and my sister now. Both of us shipped off to boarding schools and just forgotten about," lamented Enzo.

A young man of Italian descent, with ebony wavy hair, deep brown eyes and golden skin, an average height, with thick brows and full pouty lips. As a shameless flirt, he was going to be a heartbreaker when he left school no doubt. The women around Cambridge University would not know what hit them.

"Miss Catherine, why don't you get on with your family?" asked Lynton.

Lynton was tall and well-spoken. As Captain of the rugby team, dense musculature covered his tall frame. With golden brown hair, silver eyes and his skin a light sandy hue, he was the most manly looking of the three. He was a touch on the stiff and 'proper' side, trying to affect the pretence of an 'English gentleman' to conceal his shyness.

Catherine let out a deep breath, "It's a long story."

Archie shrugged. "We have nothing but time to kill today, Miss Catherine. You might as well regale us with the details."

Catherine huffed, "We had a rather significant falling out several years ago. They seemed to think I should have gotten married once my degree finished, not continue my education and become a teacher."

Enzo raised an eyebrow. "I assume they had someone in particular in mind rather than have you hunt somebody out?"

"Yes," Catherine subtly grimaced, "A son of one of my father's friends. He was neither intelligent nor pleasant company. He wasn't even good looking; he was significantly overweight and greasy. It was made clear to me in no uncertain terms, that I wasn't allowed to be more educated than him, or pursue a career. I would have to give up all my ambitions and start popping out his children. All of that, in combination with spending the rest of my life with that face huffing on top of me at night." She visibly shuddered. "Suffice to say, I wasn't really sold on the idea."

Lynton enquired, "So they don't want to speak to you, or is it the other way round?"

Catherine continued, "There was a major bust up between us. With my family trying to increasingly put on pressure to force a union. Even getting to the point where they just actively spat poison at me while I listed my quite reasonable objections to their choice of groom. I was told that since I'm not the most attractive, I shouldn't be so picky. Especially since men don't like intelligence or education in women. That continuing on my path would leave me a barren old maid, and that I wouldn't get any better offers...if any at all." She scoffed. "As if hanging on the arm of a man I neither respect nor like would lead to a happier life," she said, rolling her eyes.

For Catherine, the whole dispute at that time had shown her something irrefutable -her family had never understood her. Emmeline Pankhurst was her hero, and she thoroughly respected that she continued the fight for women's rights. Her family thought that the whole thing was was ludicrous. The idea of any woman, let alone herself, wanting some agency and self-determination was a foreign concept. If they would not let her decide her own life, she would not include them in it.

She would never marry, if a man would not have her as she was. There was no part of her that would submit to be tied down as a housekeeping broodmare - it sounded profoundly boring. None of the men she had slept with thus far would even remotely inspire her to make such a sacrifice. They had hardly been adventurous, or even slightly daring. She wanted a man who could surprise her and keep it interesting.

Enzo spoke bluntly. "With respect miss, that's a load of horseshit."

"Excuse me?" Catherine pulled a bewildered expression.

Lynton interjected, "I think what Enzo is trying to articulate, Miss Catherine, is that those statements by your family do not hold merit."

Archie nodded in agreement, "Yes Miss Catherine, many of the other lads really like your dry sarcasm when explaining historical events in class. Your intelligence and sense of humour is appreciated."

While refilling his glass with brandy, Enzo commented, "Even more lads like watching you bend over to pick stuff up. The consensus is you're very attractive."

Catherine looked wide eyed at the three of them. Enzo looked nonchalant, whilst Archie and Lynton seemed to be slightly embarrassed and squirming. She herself was mildly disquieted, as this was startling information.

"Enzo, you should not say things like that. I am your teacher!" She pressed her lips together, seeming unsure for a moment. Despite her reticence, curiosity nagged at her, and the brandy gave her the confidence to express it. "Is that really true?" She asked them.

Lynton cleared his throat, seeming sheepish. "I wouldn't have been as indelicate as Enzo about it...but yes, you are a source of admiration and desire for the bulk of the students."

Catherine awkwardly chuckled. "While that is flattering, I'm sure that's just because they are young men deprived of any better distractions."

Archie chuckled, "You undersell yourself Miss Catherine. They've seen the village girls when they're allowed out on the weekends. Even the grocer's pretty daughter doesn't have as many admirers as you."

Catherine was still trying to process this. "But...why? Surely girls closer to their own age are more appealing?"

Enzo had already swilled back half his glass of brandy. He started postulating, "I've read the women's magazines my stepmother would buy, they constantly spoke of how important it was to stay thin for a man, 'exaggerate your bust!' or words to that effect. Not once did it say something that was truthful about what actually attracts a man..." he grinned.

Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and what's that?" She tittered.

Enzo answered, "Wide hips, generous thighs and an arse so big that you can't help your eyes being drawn to it and your hand wanting to slap it."

He beamed, then Lynton slapped him around the head.

"Don't be so crude! There's a lady at the table!" Lynton scolded him.

Catherine sniggered, "Do you disagree with that assessment, Lynton?"

Lynton seemed to grow awkward, a slight pink flush forming on his cheeks. "Ahhh, it's got some truth to it."

Archie scoffed, "There's more than a little truth to it. Have you ever seen any of those Greek or Roman style statues? All of the female nudes have very sizable behinds? Almost any kind of fertility iconography..."

Enzo interjected, "...massive arses!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at Archie before taking another sip, whilst Archie nodded emphatically and Lynton cradled his forehead in his hands.

Catherine laughed, "I am starting to understand why my students are so attentive in my class when history is considered such a boring subject."

"That is also because you're a good teacher, Miss Catherine." Lynton said, trying to divert the conversation away from its bawdy subject matter.

Catherine smiled at him. "Why thank you, Lynton. It's nice to know someone is focusing on the subject I teach instead of my rear end."

Enzo rolled his eyes, "He's probably the worst one, whenever you turn around his eyes are glued on your posterior!"

Lynton stiffened and his eyes went wide, as he sheepishly blurted, "Shut up! No, I don't, you foul mouthed wop!".

Enzo laughed, "Stop pretending you aren't a degenerate animal like the rest of us, you pommy ponce! We all look, it's natural and normal. Miss Catherine, you are a great teacher...but your hindquarters are a work of art."

Catherine's eyebrows shot up.

Archie was shaking with how much he was struggling not to laugh. "I'm sorry Miss Catherine, it seems all it takes is a few brandies for the thin veneer of gentlemanly civility to wear off. Apologies if we have offended you."

Catherine smirked, "It's fine, I'm not easily offended. Besides, you're all very entertaining. Since I stole those bottles of brandy we might as well finish them...let's just promise that whatever is said just stays between us, eh? I'll try to forget by the time term starts up again, that you're all fixated with my lower half." She flashed a wink at them and proceeded to take a large sip from her glass.

The four of them shared a laugh and kept drinking into the evening. They eventually cleared the table, then retired to the lounge, starting up a fire and sitting on the floor around it with blankets and cushions. They topped up their glasses and continued to drink. The mood was decidedly giddy and playful, no doubt fuelled by the numerous glasses of brandy consumed by this point. Catherine found her inhibitions lowering and more inclined to relax on certain rules.

Catherine giggled, "As I'm supposed to be the responsible adult here, perhaps I should be cutting you three off instead of letting you continue to get more drunk."

"Boo!" Archie said jokingly.

Lynton pouted. "But it's Christmas. I can't think of a more appropriate occasion to drink too much brandy."

Enzo nodded with a smirk saying, "I agree, it's supposed to be an English tradition to get so drunk you start seeing double. Would you deny me my chance to experience the local culture?"

"Hear, hear!" Archie agreed, and all three of them clinked their glasses together with smiles.

Catherine chuckled, "Fine, but I don't want to hear any complaints from any of you tomorrow about being hungover."

"Not a word, we will suffer in silence," Lynton grinned.

Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Fair enough then, but you gents throw up anywhere, you'll be cleaning that up tomorrow, hangover or not."

Enzo placed his hand on his chest and vowed, "I solemnly swear to give you my vomit-free-guarantee...failing that, I'll get it out the window."

Catherine chuckled, "See that you do. Now I think the usual after-Christmas -dinner activity is supposed to be some kind of game...any ideas chaps?"

"...charades?" Archie suggested idly.

"...gin-rummie?" Lynton proposed with little enthusiasm.

"Strip poker!" Enzo gleefully suggested with a lascivious smirk.

The other two gave him playful smacks.

"Play that with your family, do you?" Catherine asked with sarcasm.

"Nope, never played it before, have you?" He jiggled his eyebrows at her.

"No, can't say I have played any games that required taking my clothes off," she answered, raising an eyebrow. "Is strip poker really the game you all want to play?"

Enzo and Archie nodded enthusiastically, while Lynton blushed but offered no protest to the desire of the other two.

Catherine wore a mischievous smirk. "Alright then, if someone wishes to locate a deck of cards..."

Archie leapt up and almost ran to a bookshelf, quickly locating a deck of cards and returning. The excess of brandy swimming through her brain had left Catherine feeling daring, but if these three thought they were going to get her naked, then they were in for a surprise. She took the deck from Archie and began to shuffle the cards and deal them out. It was not until the fifth hand that she had to take something off. She opted for her shoes as all the others had, apart from Lynton who had lost his socks as well.

The young men were all topless before she even had to take off another item. They watched her intently as she slid her stockings down her legs. Once the three chaps were all down to their drawers, they were clearly growing frustrated at how this game was going. While they were briefly pooling their efforts into a loose alliance, it broke apart when there was no success and each of them was only a hand away from losing their dignity. Catherine was holding in her intense amusement at the way the game was progressing.

With this current hand, Lynton was almost sweating due to nerves. Catherine assumed his cards were awful, he was about to lose his drawers and he knew it.

Catherine smiled softly, "Time to show, everyone!"

Archie threw his cards down. "Two pairs!" He said with a grin.

"Straight!" Enzo said with an even bigger grin.

Catherine was aloof and revealed nothing, leaving the room in silence for a moment, aside from the crackling of the fire. She laid down a jack, showing three of a kind to Enzo and Archie who seemed jubilant for a moment, thinking that they had won. Then she laid down her final card, making a pair of sevens.

She smirked, "Full house!" and watched them with them gawping in disbelief.

"I only got a pair of twos," Lynton said weakly.

"Looks like you need to lose another item of clothing then, don't you?" Catherine said playfully.

Lynton reluctantly nodded, then began to shuffle his way out of his drawers. He tried to keep the last vestiges of his dignity covered with one hand as he fully stripped; his cheeks were burning pink.

"Can I put my clothes back on now?" He asked meekly.

Enzo snickered, "You can, but then it means you are fully out of the game, only those participating can keep watching."

Lynton seemed to genuinely weigh his options on that one.

"Lynton," Catherine said gently, "the only way you're going to miss out on anything is if by some miracle your classmates manage to win the next five hands in a row. How likely do you think that is?" She giggled.

Lynton tittered, "Highly unlikely, but miracles do happen."

Catherine chuckled, "Very well then, so long as you're sure."

Lynton nodded, and they kept playing. By some very fortunate luck on their part they did win the next two hands, meaning Catherine lost her sweater and the shirt beneath, leaving her in just her bra on top. To say all of them were deeply focused on the newly unveiled skin and her undergarment was an understatement. She did not mind them looking at her at all. If anything, through the brandy-induced haze, this was immensely fun. They played the next round and Archie lost, having to do the same awkward shuffle as Lynton had done. Sitting back down with his hand covering his genitals, he was decidedly far less embarrassed than Lynton was, casually sipping from his glass.

He spoke jovially, "Ah, well, I lost, not the worst thing in the world, if anything it's breezy. Now Enzo, you need to win the next three hands to make this all worth it. No pressure, old chum."

Enzo tittered, "Thank you, I'll do my best, but we severely underestimated Miss Catherine's poker skills."

Catherine laughed, "Yes you did. Sorry to tell you at this stage, but I was the head of the poker club at my university, so don't feel too bad about this. If it's any consolation, I have been enjoying the view."

The three men were all in shape, with flat stomachs and no excess fat, though Lynton had the most impressive body with his larger muscles. His nervous blush seemed to be diminishing with further sips of brandy, getting used to his state of undress.

Enzo smirked. "If I can just win one more hand, I'll still be satisfied. Seeing you without a skirt will be worth giving you a show."

Catherine smirked back, "May the best hand win."

They dealt out the next hand. Catherine looked at her cards and they were not great, just a pair of fours. Enzo was looking at her with boundless confidence, trying to hold back his grin. He was definitely going to win this one. Yet, a very bold part of herself was inclined to grant Enzo his wish to see her without a skirt.

"Fold," she said defeatedly, "no chance I'm going to win with this hand. I'll just accept it with good grace."

She then threw down her pair of fours, letting them see.

Enzo sniggered, while his cohorts threw their hands up in jubilation, forgetting that they were using them to cover themselves. In turn, they gave Catherine a very clear look at what hung between their legs. Archie's was a pretty pink colour, surrounded with blonde hair, looking proportionate to his size. Lynton's was a bit bigger, a darker shade than his sandy skin, with neatly trimmed golden-brown hair around it. Both of them were semi-erect at this stage. They quickly recovered themselves when they realised where her gaze was being drawn. She gave them an appreciative smile and they did not cover themselves up again, leaving themselves visible, clearly liking being on display.

Enzo lay down his cards. It was just a pair of twos. He laughed with a hint of victory. "I honestly did not think I would be able to bluff you. No hard feelings, Miss. Except maybe once I see you with no skirt," he said, giving her a flirty wink.

She let out a good-natured sigh and thought, 'Well played you cheeky bastard'.

Now though, it was time for her to divest herself of her skirt. She stood up, facing away from them and peeking backwards. Catherine unzipped it and began to slowly slide it down her hips, their eyes glued on her on her behind as it dropped down to her ankles and she kicked out of it. Standing before her students in just her underwear and nothing else. She was only wearing a white cotton bra and her bloomer shorts. They were surely disappointed that she was not wearing something more revealing, but unless they won another hand this was all they were going to see, for now.