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Authors name: Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)
Story title : Secret Santa
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Secret Santa
by Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)
***
In the early 80's I worked as a police officer in a
small WV town. Every Christmas Eve I would load my
patrol car with gifts for the kids who I knew would be
lucky to get anything at all... let alone a toy. I paid
for the gifts myself, and I never told anyone about it.
The local paper picked up the story every year, but no
one knew who the real Santa was. (MF, rom)
***
Driving up I-77 on this cold December night, my thoughts
slowly turned to my old hometown of Sistersville. It has
been 15 years since my last "sleigh ride" on Christmas
Eve.
My "sleigh" was a Dodge Diplomat police cruiser, and my
"ride" was my annual delivery of presents to children
who were less fortunate than others on Christmas Eve.
My career had taken me away from that small town in WV.
The past 15 years seemed a blur....and through
circumstances of which I had little control, I now found
myself returning home. It was appropriate that I was
returning at this time of year. Christmas was, and is,
my favorite time.
I had lost my job in NC, a victim of cost cutting and
budget restraints. Loyalty in the South is not the same
as it is in the North. I gave 14 good years to my
company, but that worked against me. See, the South
frowns upon Unions. So I had no protection when they
decided to eliminate my position. I was simply a manager
who made $19.00 an hour, who could be replaced by an
entry-level employee making $11.00 an hour. Smart
business, right? If you think so, then you'll understand
why the North won that particular conflict. lol
I pull into my sister's driveway at midnight. The
streets are quiet, and there are no sounds as I pluck
the door key from under the frozen Welcome mat. The long
drive has me wired, so after I see that she has already
gone to bed, I place my suitcase in the spare bedroom
and head back out. Ahh, the police department's lights
are still on as I pull in behind the City Building.
Good. Time to catch up on old times with old comrades..
I push the buzzer and wait for the familiar voice of one
of my buddies to respond. The air here is frigid, much
colder than I remembered. Too many years in the warmer
climate of NC had softened me.
After what seemed like 10 minutes, a soft and very
feminine voice crackled across the intercom. "May I help
you?"
I hesitated. I did not know any female officers on the
force. Who was this? "Hello. This is former Sergeant
Winters. I'm looking for Rob or Bobby or Jim. Are any of
them working tonight?"
Without hesitation, the door buzzes open and I quickly
push inside to escape the cold.
I walk down the steps to the offices. The smell of
coffee meets me halfway down, and my mind is skipping
back in time once again. How many times had I walked
down these steps and enjoyed that scent? I walk into the
squad room, and immediately focus on my old desk. How
strange to not see my name plate there. It's been so
long.
But then I spot my picture on the wall, and the plaque
proclaiming me as "Officer of the Decade" for the 80's.
Memories swirl and nearly overcome me. Then I hear a
voice to my left. "Welcome home Sarge."
I turn my head and see the most beautiful woman I have
ever seen. Maybe 5'7" and 125 lbs, with long flowing
blonde hair that was parted in the middle and seemed to
end near her shoulders. Her body is athletic, and I
didn't even notice the uniform covering it. Her eyes are
a greyish/blue, and they were burning a hole into my
soul. She appeared to be in her 30's, but I knew that
she could look much younger with makeup and civilian
clothing.
After realizing that my mouth is open, I regain some of
my composure and try to speak. She walks over and
extends her hand. I take it and still no words come out
of my mouth.
"Don't you recognize me?" she asks.
"Uhmm, no, I'm sorry." is all I can manage.
"It's Beth. Beth Clayton." she says as her smile widens.
"You coached me in softball. Don't you remember?"
My memory opened and I did recall this beauty, although
then she was a gawky 12 year old with braces. My God.
Beth... She was so beautiful!
I ask her how she became a cop, and soon we are drinking
coffee and laughing over old times.
I go out on patrol with her, and after making her
rounds, we return to the City Hall. I am entranced by
this girl. Something about her is poking at my memory,
but the reality of her being here now pushes it aside.
I return to my sister's house and go to bed. It is now
December 22nd. I play with my niece and nephews, and
hook up with my old police buddies.
The phone rings around 6 p.m. and my sister hands it to
me. It is Beth. "Would you be interested in a Wal-Mart
toy run?" she asks. I accept and now we are in New
Martinsville shopping and laughing. Something is
happening between us, and I like it.
Before the evening ends, we are holding hands and
sipping hot chocolate in the parking lot. Beth leans
over to wipe a smidgen of marshmallow from my mouth, and
our lips suddenly meet. I return her kiss, and we remain
together that way for a few minutes before I break it
off.
Part of me still sees Beth as that little girl from
years past. I need to get her home and evaluate this
night. Beth had purchased an enormous amount of toys,
and it has taken several trips into her apartment to
deposit them all.
I kiss her on the cheek, and practically run to my truck
to leave.
I am confused. This girl likes me. I like her. So what
is the problem??
Today is the 23rd of December. It's cold as hell, and
I'm visiting my relatives who live nearby. My thoughts
are still on Beth, but I push them aside.
Now it is Christmas Eve, and my niece and nephews are
excited about tomorrow. We are enjoying a wonderful
dinner, and my sister consents to allowing the kids to
open one gift each. The evening is going great, and snow
begins to fall outside. The kids go to bed, and I sip on
a cold beer as quiet over takes the house.
Suddenly a spotlight interrupts my peace, and I walk out
on the porch to see what is going on.
It's Beth. She walks onto the porch and flashes that
incredible smile. "Hey sexy." she says
I ask her to turn off the spotlight from her police car,
lest she wake the kids. As I watch her walk to her car,
I notice she is in civilian clothes. I pull on my jacket
and meet her on the street. "What are you doing here
Beth?" I ask
Without a word, she kisses me. I now find myself in the
front seat of her cruiser, and she places her hand
between my legs. Once her hand wraps around my hardness,
there is little I can do to stop her. I am making love
to her. As I enter her, a thousand lights go off in my
mind. We are becoming one. Her scent, her touch, her
voice... over power me. I cum in her, just as she raises
her hips and screams out in lust.
I slowly lower my head onto her small breasts, and
suckle them. Her body responds again, and now I am
licking away at her mound... tasting my own semen. My
hardness returns, and now we are making love slowly. The
snow continues to fall, and after our third round of
love making, Beth suddenly bolts up.
"I have to go." she says. "Go where?" I ask.
Her face softens in the glow of the streetlight, and she
gives me that smile once more.
"When I was young, I had a difficult life. My parents
had no money, and Christmas was not a day I looked
forward to" she said.
"When I was 12, Dad was not working, and things were
really bad at home" she continued.
"But on Christmas morning, I awoke to find gifts on my
front porch. It was the best Christmas of my life."
I stared into her eyes, unable to speak.
"So now, every Christmas Eve, I take my squad car and
fill it up with presents for kids who might not have it
so good."
"That's why I have to go Steve." It's almost daybreak,
and I have a trunk full of gifts," she explained. I
helped Beth deliver those gifts. I am going home to pack
up to move to WV to be with her. Back on I-77, I drive
along... my thoughts drifting back.
Secret Santa lives on.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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