Two weeks before Thanksgiving, the weather began changing. While it had been unseasonably mild since Halloween, the temperature from the previous week dipped about two degrees a day. By the Friday before Thanksgiving, the winds picked up, and people pulled out their winter coats from storage.
Holly loved the new weather. She had been born in a snow storm and welcomed the first snow fall each year with open arms. However, this time it was different. Never before had she smelled the first flakes. And never before had she become aroused by it.
At 7:30 that morning, she woke up and opened her window blinds. Even though black clouds gathered in the west, she thought little of it and climbed back into bed. As she had most of the autumn, her wardrobe consisted of an oversized football jersey and a pair of panties. A nice fuzzy blanket provided her with all the warmth she needed.
Thinking she should work on the upcoming sleepover, Holly grabbed the still unopened envelope. She wasn't one who liked putting things off to the last moment. Then again, the girls weren't bothering her, a rarity on the weekends.
Pulling out her nail file, she sliced open the gummed flap. She wondered why they hadn't just fastened it with the clip. What could be so secret?
Holly wanted to pull the ragged opening apart. Instead, she stared intensely at the envelope. Something told her the time wasn't yet right. After much contemplation, she set the package aside again and closed her eyes. Five minutes of relaxation, and then she'd tackle it for real.
By 8:00 the first flakes made their way to earth, and Holly felt a faint twitch in her stomach. A minute later, the twitch transferred to her leg. "Now what?"
Holly took a deep breath. A hint of peppermint wafted by. No wait, it was wintergreen. Yeah, that was it. She hadn't smelled it so strongly since she was thirteen. And it seemed to emanate from the just opened envelope.
Holding the opening under her nose, she took another whiff. This time it was fainter, yet more powerful. That made no sense. Neither did her hand drifting to the front of her panties. A touch there and she jumped. That sent her heart racing, her blood coursing through her body. She could hear it passing into her brain before heading into her pussy. Her body temperature rose, making her kick the blanket aside. Still her midsection felt like a bad sunburn in summer.
Her mind heard a voice, one that talked to her years before. It was calm, commanding, sexy, and of all things, jolly. She had never touched herself before that day, a lesson learned when scolded by her mother in her bath. But her mother was no longer alive, and the man's voice promised so much. Whenever the first snow fell and smelled of wintergreen.
The voice faded, but the aroma persisted. She stripped off the jersey, looking for relief. But her hand headed south once more, this time tunneling under the fabric. The skin on skin felt so good. Her fingers located her treasure, warm and throbbing. She touched it, then gently stroked it, and finally rubbed it vigorously.
The underwear stifled her movement, the elastic confining her hand. They went unceremoniously flying across the room to remedy the situation.
While that freed her hand, another situation popped up. Electricity flowed on her nerves from clit to nipples and everywhere it could. Moaning joined the sensations as her brain felt the pleasure she had bottled up for so long.
Interrupted by a knock at the door, Holly froze. "What?" she practically yelled.
Dressed in her coat and stocking cap, Kelly opened the bedroom door and poked her head inside. "Are you all right? Then noticing Holly's hands, she asked, "Mother, what are you doing?"
"I'm okay," Holly croaked as the fresh air intensified the next whiff of the wintergreen. Her hands responded with a blurring reciprocating motion, building faster and faster toward the inevitable crescendo.
Then it came. Fluid squirted from her body. One, two, three, four. And then Holly collapsed.
Kelly dropped her keys and ran from the room.
"What have I done?" thought the spent Holly, too exhausted to even open her eyes.
"Here, Ma," said her older daughter's soft voice as the woman felt terrycloth touch her pussy. "I brought you a towel. And I have to say, that was amazing."
Holly strained to open her eyes that remained blurry. Through them, it wasn't Kelly she saw, but him. The stranger from her past. A quick shake of her head and her older daughter returned.
"Come here, baby," she said holding her shaky arms out. Instead of hugging her mother, Kelly unzipped her coat and let it drop to the ground. She then pulled her sweatshirt off, followed by the tee underneath. The topless girl dove into her mother's exposed pussy. "Is this better, Ma?"
Holly couldn't speak as she headed into another climactic state. She did hold her daughter's face in her quivering quim. Kelly's tongue brought her to another, drier orgasm.
She pulled her older girl to her naked body. "Hold me for a moment."
"I love you, Mom."
"What brought that on, dear?" asked Holly while her older daughter cuddled.
"I don't know. I guess I'm horny all the time. Ever since I visited the Santa eXperience, I have this urge to have sex with people, to make them cum and feel wonderful. It's like a voice in my head. I have a need to please others. Thanks for letting me do that with you."
"Anytime." After a few more kisses and the warmth of the younger body, Holly whispered in Kelly's ear, "Don't tell Riley what we did."
"I won't, but how…"
"I'll tell you another time." She smelled the air which had mercifully returned to normal air-flavor. "Why did you come in, dear?"
"I wanted to tell you I was headed over for my training and that it started snowing."
"Thank you, dear. Can you hold me for just a minute longer before you go?"
"Of course. I could hold onto you forever."
Holly closed her eyes once more. The smell might have faded, but his presence lingered in her mind. The Santa eXperience had more ramifications than just a sleepover. She knew she had to be alert.
Kelly rang the bell at the Bishop house. A few seconds later, the door swung open with Robin Bishop standing there, smiling at the teen.
"Hi, Mr. Bishop. Is Ashleigh ready? Or did she decide to back out?"
"She's picking out an outfit," he said. "I'll call up to her."
"I told her it doesn't matter what she wears."
"Ash! Get your butt down here. Topless or not." Turning to Kelly, he said, "That should get her moving. By the way, what are the roads like?"
Kelly shrugged. "A little snowy. I think…Mr. Bishop, thanks for volunteering to drive us over to the eXperience." She flashed her famous doe-eyed expression at him.
"My pleasure. Give me a few minutes. I know Alyssa's been just gushing over it ever since Sunday when she got your sister's invitation, and I wanted to see it for myself."
Kelly smiled a Cheshire Cat grin. She had a plan, and phase one just fell into her lap. Getting him inside the door was what she fretted over the most.
Ashleigh bounced down the stairs, dressed in a blue hoodie and tight jeans. "Will this work?"
"I told you it doesn't matter. The first thing you'll do is get fitted for a uniform. Nobody cares what you wear when you're outside."
"I just want to make a great impression."
"You will."
Ashleigh tugged the zipper on the hoodie down to her navel. "Will this be good?" Taking the unzipped seam, she spread the material, exposing her breasts. They were still small enough to avoid a bra. Kelly knew the fiery fate of her friend's previous training bras.
Before Kelly could comment, Mr. Bishop returned. "Oh, good, you decided on topless."
"Daddy!" Ashleigh rezipped the hoodie. "Why are you here?"
"Duh. He's going to drive us." Kelly winked at her BFF. "Remember?"
"Oh, yeah," she said slowly, not yet aware of the motivation, but trusting the other girl.
"Let's head before we get snowed in," said Mr. Bishop.
Fifteen minutes later they parked at 25 St. Nicholas Road. The trio headed for the revolving door. The teens squeezed into one section while Mr. Bishop followed in the next. As fate would have it, his section stopped after letting the girls out. He motioned for help, but nothing happened until his body calmed down. Then the door magically spun on its own.
"Never did trust those doors," he said. "So where can I find you when your done?"
"Digby in room 214," said Kelly. "This way."
The trio tramped across the deserted lobby and grabbed the escalator to the second floor. Kelly knew the layout of the building from her training. She also knew the schedule for training, but wouldn't let on.
They entered the empty room 214 and went right to the desk. In a clear voice, Kelly asked, "Santa, when can Mr. Bishop pick up his daughter from training?"
Seconds later, Digby burst in from the side door, circled the desk, and took his seat. "Good morning, Kelly Kelly Kane. Who is this Mr. Bishop you mentioned? Oh, you must be our new Elf Ashleigh's father. I can see where she gets her good looks. I'm sorry you got dragged down here today, with the snow and all. I think what we're doing today is flipping the two sessions. The second is a bit shorter than the first. Maybe an hour." The short man looked at Mr. Bishop. "Since it would be a pain to leave and then come back right away, you could just stay. Like I said, it's only an hour or so. You know, we don't usually let anyone watch training, but since it is your daughter, we could let you peek. If Ashleigh doesn't mind, that is."
"It's fine with her," said Kelly, nodding to her friend.
"Oh, yeah. It's fine." However, her words did not match the puzzled glance she gave her BFF.
"Good," said Digby. "Let me take Mr. … what was your name again?"
"Bishop. Robin Bishop."
"That's right. I'll take Bishop Robin Bishop to room 232. Kelly Kelly Kane, take Elf Ashleigh down to wardrobe."
As the men walked out the door, Digby asked, "So, do you like children? I mean working with them."
When they got out of earshot, Ashleigh asked, "Kelly Kane, what do you have on your devious mind?"
"I've got this plan. Yes, it is devious. But phases one and two just went off as expected. Just play along. I promise you that you will like it."
"All right. But can I ask you one question?"
"Shoot."
"Does your hair smelling like dried pussy juice have anything to do with it?"
Digby opened Room 232 with his access card. "So if you need any extra money next holiday season, just contact us. We start taking names for Santas in September."
"Okay. I'll think about it."
"So, Bishop Robin Bishop, this is our break room. Non-smoking as is the whole building. Santa gave up his pipe about fifteen years ago. He's on a health kick now. But there's steaming hot water for making hot chocolate. Add some wintergreen for a real kick. Cookies of course. Make yourself at home. The monitor here watches the closed circuit security feeds so you should be seeing Ashleigh's progress. Sorry it doesn't have sound. It should be about an hour. I'm not sure if anyone else is training with her today. Just yell if you need me. Okay?"
"Sure."
With that, Digby vanished through the door.
Mr. Bishop went over to the counter and poured himself a mug of hot water. He added the cocoa mix and stirred it up. He took a sip and decided to try the mint. Adding a squirt, he stirred the concoction together.
Mr. Bishop took a sip and then another. "This is the best hot chocolate I ever had," he said aloud. After the first sip, he felt less inhibited. After the second, those thoughts that kept his daughter and her friends safe from his lust disappeared.
Then he took a seat by the monitor. He flipped between cameras until he caught sight of the girls. Not just any ones. Two fifteen-year-olds caught unaware on a closed-circuit camera.
He sipped and watched. What more could a father ask for?
Kelly led Ashleigh into the wardrobe room, also known as room 234. The room contained lockers for the costumed employees, Santas and Elves mostly, where they could leave there outside garb while on duty.
"Think he's watching?" asked Ashleigh.
"Oh, yeah. The red light was on the camera. Don't look directly at it and certainly don't wave and blow kisses to it. Just ignore it."
"Okay. What do I do first?"
"Unlock one of the lockers with a key in it. You'll take the key and when you unlock it again, you can change back. Easy peasy."
"Okay. Which one is yours?"
"616. That's where my Elf costume is now. Once we get you all naked, we'll pick yours out. But first pick your locker."
"614. Next to yours."
"Good girl. Now slip off your boots and socks." Ashleigh did so quickly. "Okay. Now unzip that hoodie and point those titties toward the camera, but don't look."
"Okay, boss." Ashleigh unzipped the jacket as she had at her house. This time she went all the way down. Then she wiggled it off her shoulders.
"It's not a strip show," said Kelly. "Don't forget to fold it nicely."
Seconds later both girls stood there topless. "Now compare boob sizes," said Kelly.
"Why?"
"To get a bit of arousal going."
"Kelly, are you seducing my daddy?"
"Of course. You know I've wanted to fuck him for years. But don't worry. I have someone in mind for you. And not Digby either. You'll love the guy."
"Okay. You have slightly bigger tits. Now what?"
"Pretend that your jeans are too tight. Struggle with them for a moment, then I'll help you get them off."
Ashleigh followed the directions. "You might have to do it for real."
Kelly's cords fell to the floor easily. She stepped out of them before kneeling in front of her friend. "They really are too tight. Did you butter yourself into these? Hold still for a second." Kelly tugged and got them around her hips and thighs enough to pull them down. "Lift your left leg. No, your other left leg, the one on my right."
"You know I never remember the difference." With Ashleigh balancing on one leg, Kelly got the pants leg past her foot. Then they repeated for the other.
"Hold still for a second. Actually, open your thighs up just a little."
"Okay, but why?"
She didn't get an answer. Kelly instead stuck her nose into her friend's pussy. Then she grabbed the waist elastic with her teeth and slid it down. "That looks easier in the movies," she said, continuing the process with her hands. With the panties at her ankles, Kelly extended her tongue and licked up her friend's slit.
"Whoa," said Ashleigh as her legs shook.
"Now step out of your panties, and then do the same to me. But forget the teeth. That didn't work out well."
"Yes, boss." Moments later both girls stood totally naked in the room.
"Kelly, what happens if some guy, say a Santa, walked in right now?"
"Offer him a blow job. I'm sure he'd take it." They both giggled. "What size panties do you wear?"
Ashleigh handed hers over.
"We need to get you an outfit. Leggings, shorts, blouse, vest, socks, booties, and hat. We have periwinkle blue, passion pink or Kelly green?"
Ashleigh never hesitated. "Definitely Kelly green. Too bad it wasn't combined with the passion."
For the next few minutes, they combed through the boxes along the outside wall, getting the correct sized pieces. Ashleigh noticed Kelly trying to get the ones as low as possible on the shelf. She also noticed her friend never bent her legs, instead bending at the hips. It wasn't until looking for booties that she noticed what was pointing at the camera.
"Think your daddy has his hand on his cock?" Kelly asked.
"Yeah. I'd do you right now. Are you about done teasing?"
"Not even close." Kelly opened her locker. "Let's get dressed."
The pair made a show of getting dressed, probably taking twice the normal time to put on the pieces. "Are these leggings supposed to be ripped here?" asked Kelly.
"Yep. That's why they're called crotchless, but don't worry, you get a pair of shorts for wearing over them."
When they finished dressing and put their street clothes away, Kelly led her newly costumed friend out and down the hall. Now training really began.
When the door to room 232 opened, Mr. Bishop almost jumped out of his skin. Mostly it was because his pants were around his ankles and his cock was out, aimed at the monitor.
"Sorry," said the new arrival. "I wasn't expecting anyone around today."
"I was just waiting for my daughter."
"Bold choice of activities for waiting. I'm Nick."
"Robin."
"Robin? You must be with … Ashleigh, right?"
"Yeah, but how did you…?"
"I've got a great memory. So were you spying on them?"
"Well, sort of. That little guy suggested watching them from the monitor to see how long they'd be. But after they left the changing room, I lost them."
"Well, let's see what I can do."
Nick started to flip through the cameras while Mr. Bishop pulled up his pants. "No need to do that on my account. I've seen one of them before. Oh I think I found them up in a suite. Must be doing second day drills."
"Oh, you know about the training, do you?"
"Yeah. Went through it myself back in the day. I think they're going over the room layout now. Mind if I join you? I mean spying on your daughter."
"No. I'd be happy for the company." Mr. Bishop gulped. "I can't imagine why I said that. To think, inviting a total stranger to spy on my own daughter and her best friend. Never before today, at least. I'm usually overprotective with her. And now I'm rambling. Forgive me."
Nick waved his hand to say everything was forgotten. "Everything you do is fine. The girls want you to spy on them. It makes them feel alive."
"Oh, by the way, Digby offered me some hot chocolate and cookies."
"Oh, that sounds good. Want me to make you some too?"
"Thanks. You're a great guy. I mean for a total perv."
"I try to be."
Robin sat down at the monitor and watched the girls sitting around the suite. Without sound, he couldn't quite figure out what they were doing.
Nick sat down next to him. "Here you go. Don't burn yourself. Looks like Kelly is showing the Truth or Dare cards. Always fun for a sleepover."
"Really? Truth or Dare? I never played that until I was in college." Mr. Bishop took a sip of his drink. "Thanks for the hot chocolate. Better than the one I made."
"I added a little something. Now what are they up to?"
"It looks like Kelly is helping Ash out of her shirt. I never knew how sexy my girl was."
"She is that. Most girls that age are. That's a benefit for being a Santa. Meet a lot of kids. Most are younger and some not quite housebroken, but the others…Now what are they doing?"
"Strangest training I've ever seen. I'd almost think they're having sex."
"Why don't you finish off your drink, and then we can go surprise them?"
"Are you serious?"
The bearded man winked at him. "I know how to get in there. Come on. Drink up."
"Oh gawd, Ash. You give the best head. No need to train you."
Kelly was coming down off her third orgasm. She had been showing the proper techniques for cunnilingus to be used on sleepover clients, and the student taught the teacher.
"You're not half bad yourself. I wish we could do that all the time."
"Me, too, Ash."
"What's next?"
"The tough part. We need a Santa."
Just then the door to the suite opened. The girls turned to see two men standing there. "Daddy?"
"Surprise, Ash," said her father.
"Just in time," said Kelly. The still-naked girl grabbed the hands of the two men and led them into the first bedroom. "Ash, grab a couple of towels and meet us in here."
The other girl did that, tossing the terrycloth bath towels on the bed before kneeling before Nick.
"This is one of the most important jobs an Elf has. Sometimes Santa will start to lose his erection before his allotted time is up. If so, it's up to us Elves to get them ready again." She looked up at her friend's father. "Are you ready, Mr. Bishop?"
"What?"
Without warning, Kelly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. "Step out," she said after popping his shoes off. Once his pants were off, she pulled down his boxers. "Again." Robin stood there bottomless, his manhood hanging loose.
"Now your turn, Ash."
She did the same with Nick, his being a bit more cooperative.
"Now it's ice cream cone licking time."
The two girls raced for the first to full staff. While Robin might have been more flaccid at first, his blood flowed quickly. In only a few moments he was ready.
"Well done," said Nick as both girls took a breath.
Kelly reached over and grabbed Ashleigh's hand. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yes," answered Ashleigh as they stood together.
Kelly began to unbutton Robin's shirt. "What are you doing, dear?" he asked.
"Preparing you to make me a woman," she answered as his shirt fell away. Then she kissed him. Breaking the embrace, she whispered in his ear. "Lick my nipples. It will make you wild."
The girls stood together and gasped each other's hand. "We ask you, Santa, to make love with us. Make us no longer children, but women."
With that, the girls fell back together onto the bed. Ashleigh arranged the towel under her, but Kelly did not.
"Is this for real?" asked Robin, but he watched Nick lean forward to probe the pussy of his daughter.
"Fuck me," said Kelly. "Just like Nick is doing with Ash."
He needed no more encouragement. He leaned forward and felt the hand guide him to the sacred target. Slowly he moved, but found no barrier, just a tight canal offering resistance until he could move no farther in. He waited for the other pair, his daughter having cried to wait as her hymen ripped and then to continue as her desires kicked in.
The two men huffed and puffed, rallying their swimmers for the race of their lives. Robin came first, sending his into his neighbor. A few moments later, Nick sent his seed into the newest Elf.
The girls held their lovers inside as long as they could until both men rolled off of them. All four joined hands with the girls hoping for success. They knew this part of their training might have to be repeated until it came to fruition. But this time they hoped their partners had succeeded.
Only time would tell. Or maybe a bout of morning sickness.