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All I Want For Xmas
by TCM (tcm_mct@hotmail.com)
***
She clung tightly to her lover, letting the elation take
her higher, riding the waves as she breathed deeply to
keep pace with her body's growing need. Immortal for the
moment, her orgasm didn't start its decline for a
wonderfully spacious time. As the intensity at last
decreased, she slowed her motions in pace with the
weakening sensations, until at last she was still. (FF,
d/s, rom)
***
The house was filled with the quiet darkness of night,
with only a few lit candles providing illumination. The
candlelight flickered over the walls as Bree sat next to
the staircase, watching the ever changing shadows below
her with a child's delight. Her eyes however, while
fascinated with the reflections, were continually drawn
back to the figure that now moved beside the Christmas
tree -- the red clad intruder which had also been the
source of the noise that had awakened her earlier that
evening.
Moving with an easy grace, the woman (the body's shape
was unmistakable) finished her task and stood, making
her way to the door. Bree's gaze followed her intently
as she made her way across the room, stopping suddenly
at the entrance to their home. Just before she reached
for the door handle, she turned her head back and looked
straight at Bree.
Smiling eyes froze Bree in her hiding spot, and she
found herself staring at an extremely beautiful face
that laughed pleasantly back at her. Sadly, the vision
ended as quickly as it had begun as the woman spun
around again and left their house, closing the door
behind her without a sound.
With the unquestioning acceptance of one so young,
Bree's apprehension faded away as quickly as a snowflake
on a warm day. Suddenly tired, she yawned quietly and
made her way back to her bed, where she was soon
sleeping happily once more.
***
Many years later, and now old enough to strike out on
her own, Bree finally left home. Moving into her own
place, she adapted relatively quickly to life by herself
and the changes that it brought. But as her first
Christmas alone approached, she found herself drawn back
to the memory of that strange night when she was a
child.
Try as she might, she couldn't recall how old she had
been when it had happened, and indeed, as time had
separated her from it, she had begun to doubt that it
had been anything more than a dream. Even though she had
attempted, for years afterward, to catch a glimpse of
anything on Christmas Eve. But she had always woken up
the next morning disappointed in her quest.
By the time she was turning into a teenager she had
stopped her vigilance each Christmas. The idea, though,
had stayed with her long after she stopped believing in
it. Being without any sisters, she had imagined a
companion who would be there whenever she needed
someone. The strange face from her childhood had been
the perfect choice--someone that was her little secret,
and whom she could talk to whenever she wanted.
This invisible friend hadn't lasted long though--only
surviving until she had found close friends of her own
in the real world. And as those high school years crept
by she had grown slowly into a woman, willing now to
confide of herself with very little reservation, and
possessing a sense of self that was far beyond her
years. Years later, she would always be amazed at the
way, for her at least, the word 'confide' had grown
slowly into the word 'confidence'.
One of the things she had discovered about herself was
that she only became sexually aroused by persons of her
own gender. It had mattered to her then as something by
itself, but with the unasked for acceptance of those
around her (and even some interest and fun
experimentation), she had begun to see it not as
something separate from herself, but as just a part of
who she was--the same way her friends, straight or
otherwise, unthinkingly accepted their own sexuality.
And now, spending her first Christmas by herself in
unfamiliar surroundings, she had decided on the spur of
the moment to have some fun and pretend once again that
she was trying to catch a glimpse of one of these
'elves'. It was admittedly a strange thing to do, but
she soon found herself enjoying it immensely. It had
made this new, strange place of hers seem more like
home, taking her back to a time when nothing more
mattered than the simple concerns of a child.
Even more bizarre than her behaviour, though, was the
discovery that she'd been right--that her supposed dream
had been a real memory. For peeking into her living room
right now she could see a female figure dressed mostly
in red, crouching down beside the tree, with a large bag
beside her that she was rummaging through. It was with a
sense of somehow being outside of herself that Bree
watched the girl's fluid movements.
It wasn't the same person that Bree remembered seeing
when she was young -- that much was readily apparent.
This girl had bright red hair and seemed to be much
younger, as evidenced by the smaller body and the
seeming uncertainty she projected in doing her job.
Studying her, Bree would see her often referring back to
her list, rummaging through her bag looking for
something, and then coming back up with a lovely little
frown on her face.
Bree watched her with many similar emotions as from her
first encounter, but this time there was another
stronger sense that overshadowed the other feelings--
that of desire. The girl's lithe figure, and the way her
clothes fit over her body, especially her tight behind,
left very little to the imagination. Bree didn't care --
she was envisioning what that pert ass would look like
in the flesh anyway. No visions of sugarplums for her on
this night.
Bree stood up from her hiding spot and carefully walked
out into the living room. The girl had her back turned
as Bree approached, and Bree was quiet enough that the
girl didn't seem to notice her, even as she came up to
stand right behind her back.
"Hello," Bree said, and watched as the girl's body
tensed for a moment, stopping in the middle of reaching
into her bag. She stayed in that position for a moment,
and then turned around slowly.
"Hi," she replied as she faced Bree, seeming a little
embarrassed. Her features were almost angelic, Bree
thought as she saw her up close for the first time. It
was a perfect face, with a cute button nose and the
smoothest skin Bree had ever seen.
"You look like you're new at this," Bree commented,
shaking herself out of simply staring at the lovely
vision in front of her.
"Yes. Usually you shouldn't see us at all, but I was
having trouble finding your gift, and so I sort of..."
the girl trailed off as she seemed to realize she'd been
babbling a bit.
Bree jumped into the silence to save her from further
embarrassment.
"That's probably because I didn't know what I wanted
until now."
"Well, Santa did say right here that he was uncertain
about what to get you." She pulled out her list and got
ready to write the request down on the page. "Go ahead."
"I want you."
The girl's face turned almost as red as her hair. "I'm
not sure if I can... I've... I've got other presents to
deliver." She smiled shyly back at Bree's interested
stare, though, showing some curiosity toward the
proposition.
"I know you've got a job to do. But doesn't that job
also entail getting me what I want?" Bree suggested
playfully.
"Yes, but-" She shook her head. "I'm not sure what to do
-- I'll have to call back to headquarters." She went to
the phone and dialled a long number. After a little
wait, she seemed to finally get a hold of someone and
began to explain the problem. "...and so I don't know
which job takes precedence.... Yes.... Oh...okay."
As Bree watched her, she seemed to grow even more
nervous as she stayed silent for a while. "Hello," she
said in a voice a little too loud, making an
unsuccessful attempt to hide her anxiousness.
"I'm...yes. But how did you know?" Pause. "Oh... right.
You're Santa. Of course." She brought her cute little
hand up to her forehead and shook her head in
embarrassment. "I'm sorry to bother you with it...
yes... Merry Christmas to you too... okay, bye."
She turned around and, unable to meet Bree's intense
gaze, spoke with her eyes on the floor. "I guess I'm to
be your Christmas present -- they're sending-," a knock
sounded at the door, "-someone over to finish for me,"
she trailed off as the door opened.
A man dressed in similar clothing to Bree's first
visitor peeked around the door. "I'm not interrupting
anything, am I?" he asked as he caught sight of the two
of them.
"No," Bree responded, "not yet anyway. Come on in."
He walked in and got busy gathering up her bag and
things. His eyes scanned her list. "Good, there aren't
that many left to do," he remarked. He turned and was on
his way out when the girl spoke to his retreating back.
"Thanks for being so prompt," she said.
"You're welcome." He smiled. "Enjoy yourself." His smile
grew even broader as he left.
Bree closed the door behind him and made sure it was
shut tightly against the cool winter air. Finished, she
sauntered slowly back over to where the girl stood,
enjoying her nervous little mannerisms--the way she had
trouble meeting Bree's gaze for more than a second, and
the way she wrapped her arms around herself, her fists
slowly clenching and unclenching.
"So what now?" she asked, breaking the heavy silence.
"Well, first, you might want to have some of the milk
and cookies that I left out for you." Bree motioned over
to the table, and the girl smiled at the offering.
"I always love it when people do that for me." She went
over and got a glass and picked up a cookie from off the
plate. Bree took the plate over toward the fireplace and
set it on top of the mantle.
"Come over here and warm up while you eat." The girl
mumbled a polite 'thanks' and walked over to stand by
the heat of the fire. "You must be very hungry and tired
after that much work, hmm?" Bree had to force herself to
make polite conversation and not follow her instincts,
which were telling her right now to jump the girl and
start ripping her clothes off. The girl nodded her head,
oblivious to Bree's internal struggle, and reached for
another cookie. "...and cold too, I'd think," Bree added
when she gave no further response.
The girl looked down at her clothes. "Yeah," she agreed,
taking in the shoes, socks, and bright red silk shorts
that left most of her legs bare, and the matching shirt
ending in a pair of thin red gloves. The outfit ended
off with a tasselled touque that rested atop her head.
"It doesn't look too warm, does it?"
"No, it's not really appropriate dress for this time of
year," Bree concurred.
"Yeah, well we don't get cold on this night. A little
gift to help us do our jobs better," the girl said,
wiping a cookie crumb away from her mouth. "Mm, these
are really good. Did you make them?"
"Yep, glad you like them."
"Delicious," the girl replied as she took another bite
and had a drink of milk to go along with it. She turned
to look out through the window as a strong gust of wind
rattled the walls of the house. "Although I do feel a
bit chilled when I hear the winds blow like that. At
least we're lucky enough to be able to feel warmth when
we come into people's homes. I always like finding
houses like this with warm fireplaces to stand beside."
She rubbed her legs where they'd been closest to the
fire. "Now that's toasty." She smiled and looked at
Bree.
Bree smiled back for a moment and then reached over with
both her hands and took off the girl's touque and ran
her hand through her short hair. "I was beginning to
wonder if the damn thing was attached to your head--it
was placed on too perfectly."
Setting her glass back down, the girl looked back at
Bree and said, "I guess we should get started
with...things."
"Now we don't have to get right to it like that," Bree
replied. She was just beginning to realize that soon she
would be seeing what this girl looked like lying naked
on top of her bed sheets. It was an intoxicating
feeling. "I could give you a little tour of the place
first." It wasn't her preferred choice, but perhaps it
might be best if she held herself back and let things
build gradually.
"Okay." The girl nodded her head. "How about we start
with the bedroom?" She gave a quirky little smile, and
Bree pretended shock at her suggestion.
"Why you lecherous little thing, you," Bree said with
comical gravity. "I might just have to teach you some
manners young lady." Bree took hold of her wrist and
pulled her along behind her as she made her way to her
room.
Once through the doorway, she drew the girl right up
against her, and pressing their bodies close together
she lowered her mouth down over the other's lips. Bree
let her hand roam over the girl's back, blatantly
grabbing her ass a number of times.
Their bodies fit together perfectly, and Bree just loved
the feel of her physique. It was so slim and straight,
and so smooth to run her hand over. The skintight
clothes turned her on even more. She slowed down on her
kissing, and felt the girl take a little bit more of the
lead in their lip movements. Finally, Bree had to pull
away and come up for air. Her heart beat loudly as she
moved back and let out a whoosh of air.
"Can we do that some more?" the girl asked as Bree no
longer embraced her.
Bree chuckled softly, delighted at her eagerness. "As
much as you want," Bree replied. "But there are other
things we can do that will feel even better." Bree
motioned her over to the bed. "I'm just going to go and
get ready. You get in and relax and wait." The girl
looked down at what she was wearing and then back up at
Bree. "Don't worry," Bree said, anticipating her
question, "you won't be needing any pajamas."
The girl looked a little apprehensive as Bree left the
room, and Bree was glad she'd decided to let the girl
first undress without someone there staring at her. Bree
wandered into the bathroom, and began removing all her
clothes, looking appreciatively at herself in the mirror
when she finally stood naked in front of it. She slipped
an extra long shirt over her head and enjoyed the
comfortable protection it offered as it rested lightly
against her skin, making sure to take her time and go
slowly so that she wouldn't interrupt the girl upon her
return.
She walked the hallway back to her room with a wonderful
sense of her nakedness beneath the baggy shirt. That and
the knowledge that an extremely pretty girl was waiting
for her in her bedroom. She paused for a moment to
savour the feeling.
Bree turned through the doorway and saw her bed. The
girl lay covered in it and her clothes were stacked
neatly on the chair in the corner.
"It's really warm and cozy," the girl said as she
wriggled her body beneath the covers.
"Mm-hmm." Bree watched the girl's movements under the
sheets with interest. She walked forward, and instead of
getting in the bed she went up on top of the covers and
crawled over to where the girl lay, effectively trapping
her beneath the blankets. Straddling her, Bree gently
lowered herself down on top of her body, sitting on the
girl's ass.
The girl looked back up at Bree as her head lay to one
side, slightly nervous. Bree reached up and started
pulling back the sheets. To her it had all the youthful
excitement of opening a Christmas present as she slowly,
inch by inch, exposed ever more of the girl's skin. From
the girl's back down to the curve of her behind Bree let
the blankets glide smoothly over her body, patiently
unwrapping the lovely present. After the girl's ass was
visible in all its glory, Bree simply threw the rest of
the covers off, exposing her long legs as well.
Admiring the shape beneath her, Bree pulled her shirt up
over her head and let her own body experience the same
state of nakedness. Laying down on her side beside the
girl, Bree placed her hand on the girl and helped guide
her up onto her side as well so that she could finally
see in full what her 'present' looked like.
Excepting her head, the girl had absolutely no hair on
her body. Even the area between her legs was as bare as
a young girl's. Her breasts were small but still quite
full and round, and she had the most exquisite pair of
nipples adorning them, which were already sticking out
beautifully. Bree let her gaze wander over the girl's
entire body, enjoying the erotic sight it presented.
The girl, on the other hand, had eyes for only one part
of Bree's body. Or perhaps it would be better to say two
parts, since she stared unmoving at Bree's breasts.
"They're so big," the girl remarked in awe.
Bree was a little taken aback by the statement. She had
never considered her breasts to be bigger than average
size. They had seemed to her to be nicely in the middle
of the various shapes and sizes that she'd seen in her
life. Perhaps, though, it was different for this strange
girl, who might not have had any other examples except
those like herself. It was admittedly a quite flattering
compliment, since Bree had always considered that part
of herself to be very sexy. But it was still a little
unexpected.
The girl's hand came out and her fingertips made little
indents in the flesh of Bree's breasts as she felt the
objects of her admiration. Her eyes finally returned to
Bree's face and she asked a little uncertainly, "Can I?"
while her hand was already caught in the proverbial
cookie jar.
Bree smiled, laughing to herself. *This bodes well*, she
thought as she placed her hand over top of the girl's,
giving unspoken permission as she helped guide the
innocent exploration. The girl got her other hand into
the action too as she probed Bree's other breast.
Starting with light, almost ticklish caresses, the girl
was soon grabbing almost roughly as she felt the weight
of each breast.
"They're wonderful," the girl remarked as she showed no
signs of losing interest in her breast play. Bree didn't
mind, except that the girl wasn't paying any special
attention to her nipples. The full mammary massage was a
wonderful feeling, but her nipples jealously wanted all
the attention for themselves.
Bree reached out and, deciding to take matters into her
own hands, captured both pairs of her lover's nipples
between her fingers. After a few moments rubbing, Bree
discovered that the two of them hadn't been fully erect
like she'd initially thought. Instead, the lovely buds
grew from their present half-erect state 'til they were
both about three quarters of an inch long.
This fascinated Bree, and she began an assault on them:
pinching, tweaking, and twisting the lengthy protrusions
until the girl was smothered in an avalanche of
sensation. From the way she was reacting, it seemed that
her nipples were even more sensitive than Bree's were.
The pleasure was so distracting to the girl that her
hands completely stopped their movement and simply
clamped down on Bree's breasts, mimicking a baby's need
to grasp something.
Bree slowed her onslaught, and the girl seemed to
finally get the idea as she too started to focus on the
other's budding peaks. She was quickly and amply
rewarded by deep moans coming from Bree as they both
caressed one another; each trying, it seemed, to give
the other more pleasure and win the little contest
between them.
At last Bree, unable to take any more of the need
between her legs, stopped what she'd been doing and
moved over on top of her lover. The girl seemed to enjoy
the view of the breasts and cleavage in front of her,
and reached up to cup one as it hung down before her.
Bree spread her legs wide and lowered her waist so that
it came in contact with the girl below her. The rest of
her body followed and her head came down, their lips
coming together in a kiss, mirroring the other pair of
lips between each of their legs.
Squishing her breasts against the girl's chest, Bree
began to hump the body underneath her, rubbing her clit
against the smooth skin around her lover's beautiful
pussy. Her wetness seeped out from between her lips
while she finally got the satisfaction she'd been
waiting for. Muffling any of the girl's protests with
her mouth, Bree focused shamelessly on her own pleasure.
Building up to a peak, she would then slow her movements
a bit, letting the urgency of her need dissipate before
starting to speed up again. This allowed her to let the
wonderful sensations throughout her body last for a lot
longer. Their lips were tightly clamped together, and
their kiss was beginning to get almost rough. Bree's
tongue was inside the girl's mouth, attacking every part
of it and fighting with the other's tongue.
Bree continued the speed up/slow down cycles for a
while, teasingly, before finally letting herself slip
over the edge. She shuddered and moaned deeply, her skin
tingling all over her body, although no area more
noticeable than her labia and clit. The pleasure in her
groin grew until it was a constant source of bliss as
her ass cheeks clenched tightly, grabbing at the air.
She clung tightly to her lover, letting the elation take
her higher, riding the waves as she breathed deeply to
keep pace with her body's growing need. Immortal for the
moment, her orgasm didn't start its decline for a
wonderfully spacious time. As the intensity at last
decreased, she slowed her motions in pace with the
weakening sensations, until at last she was still.
"Oh my God," Bree whispered. She could feel the sweat
and moisture between her body and her lover's, which
were still pressed tightly together. Her legs were stuck
to the bed sheets, and she peeled the cloth away as she
looked straight into the girl's eyes below her.
"Hopefully I didn't scrunch you there or anything. Sorry
if I was a little too enthusiastic."
"Oh no," the girl answered. "I liked the feeling of
being trapped under you like that."
"Really?" Bree let most of her full weight settle onto
her lover's body.
Letting out an 'oomph', the girl, laughing, pushed up on
Bree and finally wriggled her way out from beneath her.
"That doesn't mean you have permission to crush me
though," the girl gasped out when she'd escaped, smiling
at the little game.
Bree rolled the rest of the way off her and onto her
back. She looked over at the girl. "Come over here and
sit down," Bree said, patting her stomach. The girl
walked over on her knees and sat where she'd been told.
She reached her hands down to the breasts that stood
right in front of her crotch and began to play with them
again, this time enjoying their different movements
while Bree was lying on her back. Looking up at the girl
towering above her, Bree revelled in the feeling she got
as she lay submissively beneath her, all the while still
experiencing the aftershocks from her incredible orgasm.
Bree reached forward with her hands and ran them up the
pair of kneeling legs on either side of her. Her fingers
met again at the girl's crotch, where she started
running her thumb along the cute little labia there. She
stayed purposefully away from the clit, that tiny kernel
of need, and watched the building excitement in the
girl. After a while Bree stopped her ministrations, and
motioned the girl to come forward. She only moved up a
little bit, however, not seeming to understand what was
about to happen. So Bree slid herself down the rest of
the way until her face was directly beneath the girl's
privates.
Putting her hands on the firm ass above her, Bree guided
the girl's body down until she was within reaching
distance of Bree's tongue. Staring lovingly at the
beautiful sight a moment before starting, Bree finally
stuck out her tongue and gave a long lick, going right
from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. Even
before she finished, though, the girl had lifted herself
away from Bree's reach, surprised by the sensation.
"Oh my," Bree heard the girl say faintly, and then was
staring at her face as she moved aside to look down at
Bree for a moment. Without another word, though, she had
placed herself back in the same position Bree had
initially put her in. Bree had found it fun to watch her
try to settle back down, for she had tried hard not to
disturb Bree at all. Very mechanical and precise, the
girl had returned to the spot where Bree had originally
wanted her, doing everything possible to make sure that
Bree would repeat the action.
Smiling to herself, Bree grabbed the girl's ass again
and stretched her tongue out, following the same path
she had previously taken. Through her hands and the bed
beneath her, Bree felt her lover tremble powerfully at
the touch, and have to fight hard to keep herself from
pulling away again. Bree kept lapping away, but always
made sure to stop for a bit, laying kisses all over the
sensitive lips, before beginning her assault again to
even louder moans.
Finally, deciding to bring it all to a climax, Bree
opened her mouth wide and captured most of the fleshy
area in her mouth, sucking it in. Her tongue snaked out
and found the clit, flicking it back and forth as fast
as she could. The girl shuddered and gasped, pushing
down hard on Bree's jaw and forcing her head back
against the mattress. Bree just kept right on working,
trying to make the orgasm last as long as she could.
Ignoring the pressure, Bree pushed back and made her
sore muscles keep moving, giving her lover the contact
she needed.
When the girl at last raised herself off of Bree, she
moved very slowly over to Bree's side, and lay down
there. Bree, too, got up and shuffled over top of the
girl, lying down on her other side, where the sheets
were still nicely dry and cool. Bree ran her fingers
through her lover's smooth hair, relaxing as she stared
lovingly at the beautiful figure next to her.
The girl looked back at Bree, with a huge smile painted
on her face. "My legs feel wonderful," she said,
speaking in a throaty languid voice. "Is that supposed
to happen?"
"Yes it is. Although most people don't climax quite as
strongly as you seemed to there."
"Oh. Did I do something wrong then?"
"No," Bree laughed. "There's nothing that could be more
right in fact. You are so sexy..." Bree murmured as she
moved herself down to stare between the girl's legs.
"And you've got such a beautiful little vagina here.
I'll have to remember to be careful when I put anything
inside it."
"Can you do that now then? It sounds like fun."
Bree smiled. "Sorry, but not right now."
"Why not?"
"Well, this is the way I first learned about sex, you
see. Just simple touching really. It's the best way to
learn I think. And anyway, it'll be a lot more fun if we
saved the other...uh, 'kinkier' stuff for other nights--
okay?"
"Sure." The girl looked disappointed for a moment, but
then, smiling once more, she reached out and pulled
Bree's head back down to her crotch. "Only if you make
it up to me, though."
Bree laughed and twisted her head out of the girl's
grip, and went on to capture both of the girl's wrists
in her right hand, barely fitting her fingers around
them. "I thought I was supposed to be the one in charge
here," Bree said as she moved her body up and lowered
herself down on top of her lover.
"Sorry," the girl replied, looking anything but
apologetic as she smiled back up at Bree. Bree felt the
girl's body move beneath her as it sensuously rubbed
itself up against the weight on top of it. Stretching
her neck, Bree kissed the girl's forehead, and then, on
a whim, she travelled lower to lick the thin red
eyebrows that she had felt rubbing against her chin. It
was almost like she was trying to groom them, she
thought to herself as she ran her tongue across the cute
features.
"That tickles," a voice rose from underneath her, and
Bree saw the girl's brow furrow as she wriggled to try
and avoid the wetness. Bree released her lover's wrists
so that she was able to bring her hands up and wipe the
moisture away from the area, scratching lightly to get
rid of the itch.
Turning around again, Bree straddled the girl and moved
down further 'til she was just above her waist, putting
them in the classic 69 position. Bree, though, kept her
hips up in the air and away from the face beneath her --
not expecting the girl to do anything like that for her
yet. As soon as she started her oral assault, however,
her lover leaned up and began to return the favour,
startling Bree.
She lowered herself so that the girl could lay back and
not have to stretch so far. After only a few licks by
the girl, Bree was surprised when she felt herself
experiencing a small, restrained climax. Just the
thought of the girl's face pressed up against her pussy
was enough to send a delightful shiver down Bree's
spine. The girl's tongue was quite inexperienced, but
Bree still had difficulty concentrating on her own oral
work early on, as she experienced a few minor
earthquakes while her lover practised on her pussy-
licking skills.
She was soon on track again, though, and was able to
once more take control of the girl by sending her tongue
into places that left her lover almost completely
incapacitated. Bree took to moving her hips and creating
her own friction as the girl just held out her tongue,
too lost in her own ecstasy to do anything more for
Bree.
Sensing that the girl was about have another climax,
Bree used the image of her lover's face in between her
legs, along with the sensation of the wet tongue running
along her slit, to push herself over the edge just as
the girl fell with a lovely gasp off the same high
cliff.
Bree's paroxysms made her clamp down on the girl's head,
smothering her innocent face with her love juices. Her
lover's joy was just as strong, though, as Bree could
feel the body beneath her tense and hear strange erotic
'moans' coming from the girl's covered mouth. They came
down from their separate heights slowly, relaxing
against each other as the pleasure faded away into a
pleasant memory.
With both of their orgasms finally ended, Bree stared at
the vagina in front of her, regarding it with wonder.
Totally dry, and without a single drop of moisture that
Bree could see, it looked totally unaffected by any of
their lovemaking. Neither red nor engorged with blood,
the lips hadn't changed their shape or colour once.
Investigating all around it, the flesh looked to be
without blemishes -- its appearance almost reminding
Bree of latex. Using just the tip of her finger, Bree
poked around inside, causing the object of her study to
make interesting noises of protest.
"Hmm," she reflected quietly. "It's very smooth inside--
just like on the outside. No moisture at all." Bree ran
her hand over the skin that surrounded the girl's
private parts, marvelling at the softness. Finishing her
inspection, she turned around and looked at her lover's
face, and chuckled. "Whereas I just make a mess," Bree
remarked, gazing lovingly at the erotic sight of her
juices glistening on the girl's chin and lips. "Sorry
about that."
"I don't mind," the girl replied and then surprised Bree
by running her tongue across her upper lip. "It's quite
a lovely taste actually."
"Why you little minx." Bree moved up and kissed her
hard, then lay down beside her. Wrapping her arms around
the lovely body next to her, Bree sighed contentedly.
"I'm going to wake up tomorrow with the best Christmas
present anyone could hope for."
Bree let her head fall back on the pillow, and her tired
body immediately made itself known to her. The lovely
ache that spread through her just seemed to scream
satiation, and she bathed in the afterglow of it. A yawn
sounded next to her, and a head snuck its way into the
crook of her shoulder. Bree loved the way it fit so
nicely against her neck, and pushed her own head down
against her lover in response.
After laying like that for a bit, a thought suddenly
occurred to her.
"You *will* be here tomorrow morning, won't you?" Bree
asked worriedly.
"Yes. Of course I will."
"Good. I was scared for a sec there." Pause. "So how
long do I have you for anyway?"
"Like any Christmas present -- you have me until you get
bored with me. It's only when you start taking the gift
for granted that it loses its meaning, and is no longer
a gift."
"Then you'll be here for an awfully long time I think."
Bree smiled to herself. *Maybe forever*, she thought
with an exciting chill.
But something still seemed to nag at the tip of her
brain. Suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, it dawned
on her. "I just realized that I never even asked you
your name," she said, embarrassed as she looked over at
the beautiful face next to her.
Smiling back, the beautiful face told her.
TCM
Merry Christmas!
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