


I Believe

by slyc_willie



Category: Erotic Couplings
Published: 2006-11-11
Updated: 2006-11-11
Packaged: 2017-04-17 14:31:24
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/i-believe-2
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=748325&page=submissions
Summary: One of Santa's Elves makes dreams come true.
Erotica Tags: Blonde, Car Sex, Christmas, Elf, Petite, Playful, Public, Snow,
Trish, Wishes
Average Rating: 4.77






        I Believe


**_This is an official entry into the 2006 Literotica Winter Holiday contest. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I have had crafting it._**  
  
***  
  
I watched Jana as she bounced on her feet, trying to look past the other kids
and adults in line to the 'jolly fat man' seated on his throne. Her childish
excitement and frustration at having to wait her turn made me laugh.  
  
I looked to the mall Santa in his padded red suit and thick white beard. This
one did a better job than most at playing the role; his beard seemed real, as
did the roundness of his belly. He was flanked by a couple of cute teenagers
in their Peter Pan-like elf suits, surrounded by giant-sized candy canes and
all the gaudy decorations that seemed necessary for the scene.  
  
Jana caught my eye and frantically pointed toward Santa, grinning childishly.
I nodded, smiling back. _Yes, Jana, that's Santa Claus. You see him every
year._  
  
The nine-year-old jumped up and down exuberantly, her little body practically
vibrating with all the sugar she had consumed. I knew her mother would hate me
later, once Jana was home and going on and on about Santa and what he would
bring her. But for the moment, I was just happy for the little tyke. It had
been a rough year, what with the separation and all. She deserved to be just a
little girl for a while.  
  
I tried to remember what it was like when I was her age, when I sat on Santa's
lap and told him about the toys I wanted. I frowned as I realized my memory
was lacking. I couldn't remember ever having done so.  
  
_I know they had mall Santas in the eighties_, I thought. _Maybe mom and dad
just never took me. Hmm . . . ._  
  
I shook my head, looked back to Jana. She was getting closer in line now,
practicing her balance by hopping forward on one foot. I chuckled. Oh, to be
young again and with nothing to worry about but the moment.  
  
"And why aren't you in line?" asked a bubbly voice beside me.  
  
I was a somewhat startled. The cute little elf had appeared out of nowhere, it
seemed. She stood on her tip-toes beside me, hands behind her back, swiveling
back and forth. She was tiny, very tiny in fact, not even five feet tall. She
had a round, glittering face, long curly blonde hair through which her pointed
ears poked, and the biggest blue eyes I had ever seen.  
  
I chuckled, looking down at the cherub. "I'm a little too old to be sitting on
Santa's knee," I said.  
  
She gave me an exaggerated frown. "Bull pucky!" she exclaimed in her girlish
voice.  
  
I laughed. "'Bull pucky?'"  
  
She shrugged and smacked her gum. "Elves aren't allowed to use bad words," she
said, then pirouetted around before me. Damn. She may have been tiny, but she
did have a nicely-shaped little body. The tight green elf costume didn't leave
much to the imagination, especially with that short frilly skirt . . . .  
  
The girl suddenly grinned, showing dimples. "You checking me out, mister?" she
giggled.  
  
I blushed. _Christ, she can't be more than a kid_—  
  
"It's okay," she said casually, as if reading my thoughts. "I'm a lot older
than I look. We elves don't show our age, you know."  
  
I arched an interested eyebrow. _Is this girl flirting with me?_  
  
She bit her lip and rocked back and forth on her heels, pushing her little
breasts out toward me. "Darn tootin' I am."  
  
Now this was just getting too weird for words. This girl was acting like she
really _could_ read my mind. And so far, it seemed she was.  
  
Abruptly, the girl spun around and leaned against me, pressing her little body
against mine. She slapped her hands to my hips and wiggled playfully. "So, if
you're not here to sit on St. Nick's lap, then why?"  
  
I was surprised at the girl's bold move. To be honest, her forwardness was a
little intimidating. "Um . . . I'm here with my niece," I said, tentatively
putting my hands on her narrow shoulders. The top of her head was a few inches
below my chin. She smelled sweetly of peppermint.  
  
She pulled her hands from my hips then slapped them over my own, pulling them
away. "Okay, lemme guess," she said, then suddenly clapped my hands directly
onto her firm breasts. They were perfectly round, like softballs cut in half,
with stiff nipples that stabbed right into my palm. "The little one with the
brown hair? Red jacket?"  
  
My eyes bulged. I looked around, wondering if anyone noticed how I was groping
this girl. A few glances were cast my way, eyebrows arched in wonder. But,
quickly enough, the flirtatious little elf slid my hand from her breasts to
her waist.  
  
"Uh, yeah . . . ." I said, wondering if this girl was being serious, or if she
was just a curvy little teasing piece of jailbait.  
  
She suddenly tilted her head back, looking up at me with her upside-down face.
"I told you, I'm old enough. Don't worry about it."  
  
"Would you stop doing that? Reading my mind, I mean."  
  
The elf spun around against me, pleasantly rubbing her body against mine. My
swelling groin was pressed against her little stomach. "Sorry," she said.
"Habit."  
  
I gave her a funny look. My statement had been rhetorical; hers wasn't.  
  
"So," she said, taking my hands and leaning back, trusting me to support her
weight. It wasn't difficult; she wasn't even a hundred pounds. She eased back
until both our arms were extended. The ends of her honey-colored hair brushed
the floor. A young man and his girlfriend stumbled out of the way as she
blocked their path. They gave me a curious look.  
  
"So?" I asked her, starting to enjoy her playful attentions. Especially now
that, they way she was literally hanging off my arm, her little feet planted
against mine, I could practically see up her skirt. Her legs were nicely slim
yet muscular, with a golden tone to her skin that matched her face and arms.  
  
She jerked herself back up and bounced on her feet, grinning. Her little
breasts jiggled under her top, giving me ideas of what I would like to do with
them . . . and the rest of her.  
  
"So . . . If you _were_ standing in line to sit on jelly-belly's lap, what
would you ask for?" she inquired, gently squeezing my hands.  
  
I laughed. "Santa Claus is for the kids," I said.  
  
The girl frowned and pouted. "You telling me you don't believe in Santa?" she
asked.  
  
I shook my head with a smile. "Do you?"  
  
"Duh!" she exclaimed. "He's right there! Why are you such a fuddy-duddy?"  
  
I smirked. _'Fuddy-duddy.' Cute._ "I'm just . . . realistic."  
  
She gave me a contemplative look. "So . . . if you did have a Christmas wish,
and it came true, would that make you believe?"  
  
I chuckled. "Yeah, sure."  
  
"Goody!" the girl exclaimed, and slapped my hands onto her slender hips,
leaning into me again. There was just something so undeniably sexual about
her, despite her girlish demeanor. Her playful round eyes glowed up at me. "So
what's your wish?"  
  
I met her gaze. "You can read minds," I said. "What do you think?"  
  
The girl gave me a look of shocked innocence, clapping her hands to her
cheeks. Her beautiful blue eyes flashed, catching the light. "Oh, my!" she
exclaimed dramatically. "You're embarrassing me, Dave!"  
  
I frowned. "How'd you know my name?"  
  
She giggled. "You told me, silly!"  
  
My frown deepened. _I did?_  
  
She suddenly proffered her hand. "And I'm . . . Trish," she said, as if she
had to think to remember her name.  
  
I chuckled, took her hand, bent to kiss her fingers. Trish giggled again and
slinked closer.  
  
"Oo! A gentleman," she cooed. Her eyes glowed again as she moved closer. "I
like that. I like that a lot."  
  
"Are you always this forward?" I asked her as Trish gripped my hand with both
of hers.  
  
She rolled her shoulders. "Sorry. That's my nymph heritage." She rolled her
eyes. "And you know how _they_ are."  
  
I smiled. _No, but I'd love to find out._  
  
Her eyes flashed. "Okay, so where are we going?" she asked suddenly.  
  
I blinked. "Huh?"  
  
Trish bit her lip. "Well, aren't we gonna go out on a date?" she asked
buoyantly. "I mean, you don't have a girlfriend, and no one likes to spend the
holidays alone."  
  
"What makes you think I don't have a girlfriend?"  
  
Trish leaned against me, pressing that warm, firm body against mine and
smiling up at me, her chin on my chest. "'Cause you wouldn't'a been groping my
boobies if you did," she said with an impish smile.  
  
I settled my hands on her tiny back. "You've got a point."  
  
Trish giggled. "I got two of them, can'tcha feel?" she said, and wiggled her
body, grinding her breasts against my stomach. I could, indeed, feel her
nipples through the thin layers of clothing between us.  
  
I took a breath to try to suppress my rising libido. I had never had a girl
come on to me like this before, so blatant and sexual, yet also playful. It
was as if someone had taken a girl scout, high school cheerleader, and porn
star and put them all together in one sexy little body.  
  
I reminded myself of where we were: in a crowded mall, six days before
Christmas, standing out in the middle of the galleria as my niece sat on a
mall Santa's lap. I smiled as I watched Jana recite her prepared list to the
jovial fat man.  
  
Trish pushed back and turned around, curling my right arm about her tiny
waist. "Oh, she's a sweetie," she said, looking upon Jana.  
  
"Yeah, she is," I agreed. "I love her to death."  
  
Trish chewed her lip as she wore a sympathetic smile. "She wants her mommy and
daddy to get back together. It's the first thing on her list."  
  
I gave Trish a curious look. _How does she know that?_  
  
My attention returned to Jana as she gave Santa a hug and a kiss on his cheek.
She jumped down and ran toward me, threading her way through the throng of
people, a big grin on her face. I laughed at her exuberance and let go of
Trish's hand, just in time to squat down and meet Jana's charge.  
  
"I saw Santa, Uncle Dave!" my niece screeched happily, wrapping her arms
around me. She squeezed me tight the way only a little girl could, pressing
her grinning cheek to mine.  
  
I gently pushed her back. "Did you tell him everything you wanted, sunshine?"
I asked, using my pet name for her.  
  
Jana bounced on her feet. "Yeah!" she said, and held up a little candy cane.
"And he gave me candy, too!"  
  
I chuckled. "Maybe you better hang on to that," I suggested. "Your mom's
already gonna be mad at me because of those chocolate-covered cherries."  
  
The nine-year-old rolled her eyes. "Okay, Uncle Dave," she said. She suddenly
noticed Trisch, standing beside us, and her eyes lit up. "Are you one of
Santa's elves?"  
  
Trish grinned and stooped slightly, hands on her knees. She wasn't that much
taller than my niece, I realized. "I sure am, sweetheart," she said. "You're
Jana, right? My name's Trish. I'm your Uncle Dave's new friend."  
  
Jana's excited eyes darted back and forth between Trish and I. "Wow! Really?
That's cool!"  
  
Trish's glittering face matched my niece's enthusiasm. She touched Jana's nose
casually, making her giggle. "Santa's a really nice guy, isn't he?"  
  
Jana nodded vehemently. "Uh-huh," she agreed. "He said I was a good girl this
year."  
  
"Well, I'll tell you what," Trish said. "Santa can't make _every_ little
girl's wish come true, but . . . I'll put in a good word for you, okay?"  
  
Jana's face glowed as she grinned. "Really?"  
  
Trish nodded. "Promise."  
  
Jana squealed happily, clapping her hands together. She looked to me. "I like
her, Uncle Dave," she declared.  
  
I chuckled, hugged my niece again, looking to Trish's angelic face. "Yeah, I
like her, too."  
  
Trish smiled.  
  
***  
  
Jana scrambled onto my back, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I headed
back through the mall, Trish walking beside me and holding my hand. I noticed
more than a few men looking Trish over in her sexy little elf costume. The
skirt really didn't do much to preserve her modesty. Trish seemed to be
enjoying the attention; her smile was constant.  
  
I wondered how it was that this sexy little thing had latched onto me so
quickly and eagerly. I had never thought I was the kind of man to attract much
attention from women; not that I was a social maladroit, and I was always
considered handsome. But girls had never thrown themselves at me the way Trish
had. I finally decided not to worry about it, and to enjoy Trish's attention.  
  
_I just hope she's not a psycho._  
  
We reached the entrance to the mall, with cold air and snowflakes blowing in
from outside. I shivered at the sudden contrast, and Jana hugged me tighter,
making a 'brrr' sound. Trish didn't seem the least bit affected.  
  
"Hey, gimme a sec, okay?" Trish asked, pulling away as she noticed a couple of
similarly-clad girls standing beside a candy stand. Like Trish, the girls were
very tiny, and also like Trish, very sexy and curvy. One was a brunette, the
other a redhead, with long, curly locks. They both looked so much like Trish
it was eerie.  
  
_Triplets, _I figured_. They gotta be triplets . . . they just dye their hair
differently, that's all._  
  
"So is she your girlfriend, Uncle Dave?" giggled Jana in my ear.  
  
_Good question_. "Um . . . maybe," I said awkwardly. A thought struck me.
"Hey, can I see your Christmas list?"  
  
"Sure!" agreed Jana, and I felt her wriggling against my back. "It's okay for
you to see it now, since Santa already has."  
  
I chuckled at her nine-year-old logic. Jana handed me the crumpled list,
written on a piece of pink stationery with a little cartoon kitten in one
corner. It was a short list, at the top of which . . . .  
  
"1. I want mommy and daddy to be happy again."  
  
A chill went through me. _How had Trish known?_  
  
"Is it a good list, Uncle Dave?" asked Jana's innocent voice.  
  
I smiled, pressing my cheek to hers. "It's the best list I've ever seen," I
told her. "You didn't show it to anybody before you saw Santa, did you?"  
  
"No way! That would jinx it! Only you and Santa have ever seen it!"  
  
_Thought so_. I handed the list back to my niece, looked back to Trish. She
left her nearly-identical fellow elves and skipped back toward me, blonde hair
bouncing around her girlishly-grinning face. Her tiny skirt flapped against
her upper thighs.  
  
"So!" she said as she took my hands again. "Where are we going?"  
  
I couldn't help but smile. "I gotta take my niece home first, but . . . are
you hungry?"  
  
Trish flashed her eyes. "I'm starving!" she declared. "Can we have pizza? I
haven't had pizza in so long!"  
  
"Sure. Anything you want," I agreed as we headed outside. Trish took my hand
again and walked beside me as I piggy-backed Jana through the parking lot. I
felt the chill instantly through my leather jacket and sweater, even with my
niece's body heat. It was close to freezing, and snow was falling all around
us in thick, heavy flakes.  
  
But in just her skimpy green outfit, legs bared and only her little curl-toed
shoes covering her feet, Trish didn't seem cold at all. She was as comfortable
in the frigid outside air as she had been in the mall.  
  
"Aren't you cold, Trish?"  
  
She made a 'pfft!' sound, brush snowflakes out of her hair. "This ain't
nothing compared to where I'm from," she proclaimed.  
  
"Yeah, she's from the North Pole, Uncle Dave!" said Jana, her nine-year-old
mind working its usual logic. "It's like a bazillion degrees below freezing
there!"  
  
I pursed my lips. "Oh, right," I said.  
  
Trish gave me a little smile and winked. Her hand was warm in mine.  
  
***  
  
Trish waited in the car as I dropped Jana off at the house. My sister greeted
her squealing, exuberant daughter with a hug at the door, and Janna
immediately fell into a mile-a-minute monologue about Santa, the mall, and
'Uncle Dave's new girlfriend.'  
  
My sister Vickie gave me an interested look. "'Girlfriend?'" she asked as Jana
ran into the living room where mine and my sister's grandparents sat.  
  
I smiled sheepishly. "We, uh . . . just met," I said, glancing back to my car.
I could just make out Trish's blonde head in the front seat.  
  
Vickie craned her neck, looking. "Well, bring her in," she said, and gave me a
smirk.  
  
I scratched the back of my head. "Eh . . . we've got a date," I said. "She
wants pizza."  
  
My sister chuckled. "Well, good for you," she said, playfully punching my arm.
"It's about time you got over Donna."  
  
I screwed up my face. "Yeah, well, um," I said awkwardly, taking steps back
and gesturing behind me. "I gotta, well, um, you know—"  
  
Vickie rolled her eyes, still smiling. "You have your key, right?"  
  
I nodded. "Yeah," I said. "Uh . . . good night, sis."  
  
Vickie shook her head, laughing. "Good night, little brother," she said as she
closed the door. "Have fun!"  
  
I blushed and turned back to the car. Trish was grinning at me as I approached
and headed around to the driver-side door.  
  
"You're so cute when you're flustered!" she exclaimed as I got in.  
  
I stared at her, sitting with her legs curled beneath her on the seat. The
heater had warmed the car as it idled, yet I had the feeling that it could
have been ice-cold in the car and Trish wouldn't have cared.  
  
"I just wanna say something," I said, staring into her pixie-like blue eyes.  
  
Trish bit her lip and leaned closer. "What's that?"  
  
"You're the most incredibly beautiful woman I've ever met," I said honestly.  
  
Trish's eyes softened. She licked her soft lips. "I think we gotta get
something out of the way," she said.  
  
"What's that?" I asked, staring at her sexy mouth as Trish leaned even closer.  
  
"This," she whispered, and pressed her lips to mine, kissing softly, deeply.
She slid halfway across my body, pressing her hands to my chest. Trish moaned
and sighed softly, sucking ardently on my lips and searching for my tongue
with her own. I willingly responded, meeting her passionate kisses with my
own. I discovered that she didn't just smell like peppermint, she tasted like
it, too.  
  
Trish finally pulled back with a soft sigh, touching my lips and staring into
my eyes. My heart was pounding with desire for this girl. Never had a kiss
been so arousing.  
  
"There," she said, her voice soft and breathy. "That's better."  
  
I smiled. _Maybe for you_, I thought. _But now I've got a serious hard-on!_  
  
Trish glanced down to my lap and giggled upon seeing the bulge in my jeans.
She slid back into her seat, giving me a coy smile that seemed to say, _'Don't
worry, I'll take care of that soon.'_  
  
_God, I hope so._  
  
***  
  
The best place in town for pizza was Constantine's, located on the edge of a
large city park. The diner-style restaurant was fairly busy when Trish and I
headed inside. She was still in her little elf costume, of course, and just
about every guy in the place looked at her like she was the gift they wished
Santa would leave under their tree. The fact that Trish was hanging off my arm
did wonders for my ego.  
  
The restaurant had wooden tables draped with red-and-white checkered cloths
and simple, red-padded stools. Trish and I took one near the window, away from
the middle of the room. Our waitress commented on Trish's costume before
taking our drink order.  
  
"What are you drinking?" Trish asked me.  
  
"Um . . . Coke works fine for me."  
  
"Me, too," said Trish. She giggled as the waitress stepped away, then pushed
her menu aside and leaned across the table, pushing up with her knees upon the
stool. She gave me a soft, wet kiss, then leaned back while licking her lips.
"I'm gonna make it a personal rule to give you at least one kiss every fifteen
minutes, okay?"  
  
I chuckled. "I'm not gonna argue with you."  
  
"Better not," she said. Her eyes dipped to my open menu. "So what are we
having?"  
  
I shrugged. "What do you like?"  
  
"Everything," she said with a flash of her eyes. "Especially you."  
  
"Well, unfortunately, I don't come on a pizza," I said.  
  
Trish's eyes smoldered sexily. "I bet I could make you," she said
suggestively, pouting her lips just a little.  
  
And there it was, Mr. Erection once again. I stared at Trish, suddenly wanting
nothing more than to drag her across the table, rip her clothes off, and—  

Trish blushed deeply, looking around as her tight little body trembled
slightly. Her nipples poked aggressively through the painted-on material of
her top. "Now, now, bad boy," she said playfully, her lips curled.  
  
I took a breath. "Sorry," I said.  
  
"No, it's okay," she said coquettishly, pushing her breasts together with her
upper arms. "I'm turned on, too. But let's at least have dinner first."  
  
I arched an eyebrow at her statement. "'First?'"  
  
She nibbled her lip, her eyes never wavering from mine. "Well, we are gonna
make love, aren't we?"  
  
I took another breath, gritting my teeth as Mr. Erection tried to push up
through my jeans. "Wow . . . you are direct, aren't you?"  
  
Trish giggled. "I just know what you want," she said simply. "And it just
happens to be what I want. Besides . . . you like being teased, just a little,
right?"  
  
I nodded. "But you already knew that," I said.  
  
Trish nodded as well. "Yeah, I already knew that," she said softly.  
  
I huffed, forced myself to look down at the menu. "Okay, well . . . let's pick
out a pizza."  
  
***  
  
"So, who were those girls you were talking to, right before we left the mall?"
I asked Trish about half an hour – and a couple kisses – later, after our
pizza had arrived and we were on our second round of sodas.  
  
"They're my sisters," she said, nibbling on her slice of pizza.  
  
"I kind'a figured," I said. "They looked just like you."  
  
"Oh, we all look alike, 'cept for hair color," she said casually. Her brow
furrowed. "Not really sure why, exactly."  
  
I chuckled, glancing to her pointed ears. They looked pretty good for plastic.
"You're really into the whole elf thing, huh?"  
  
Trish gave me a strange smile, set down her half-eaten slice. "It's what I
am," she said simply.  
  
_Okay, she wants to play out the fantasy, _I thought._ No problems here. Never
had an elf fantasy before, but I sure have one now._  
  
"So . . . any male elves up north?" I asked, deciding to just go with it.
Sometimes it's fun to cater to a fantasy, even when it isn't entirely sexual.  
  
Trish shrugged. "Yeah, but they all got beards and those big mustaches and
pot-bellies. All that thick dark beer, I guess. And they're so short!"  
  
I chuckled. "Not your type, huh?"  
  
Trish smiled. "I prefer tall, handsome guys with dark hair and clean-shaven
faces," she said meaningfully. She picked up her soda and sucked on the straw.  
  
I watched her lips move, the way her little nose wrinkled a little as she
drank. "What else do you like?" I asked.  
  
Trish grinned and snatched up her slice. "I like pizza!" she declared, and
took a big bite. "Harmph!"  
  
I laughed, watching her. _So playful, so cute, so damn sexy . . . if she's the
same way in bed . . . oh, man . . . ._  
  
Trish gazed into my eyes, chewed, swallowed. There was a smear of tomato sauce
at the corner of her mouth. "What do you like?"  
  
"Hmm. Cute little blondes with pointed ears."  
  
Trish reached up and touched her ears. "You like them? Really? I hate them.
Get in the way when I wanna wear a cowboy hat."  
  
I reached across the table with my napkin and dabbed the corner of her mouth.
"Since when do elves wear cowboy hats?"  
  
"I was in Oklahoma last year," she said. "_Lots_ of cowboys down there."  
  
"That's true," I agreed. "So how'd you end up here?"  
  
"This is just where they sent me," she said with a shrug, then gave me a sweet
look. "But I'm really glad I'm here."  
  
"Trust me, so am I."  
  
***  
  
"Oh, I feel loads better!" declared Trish as we headed out of Constantine's.
Impulsively, she jumped onto the short, snow-covered railing beside the steps,
slid down to the ground. She giggled, slapped snow off her butt as she danced
across the slush-covered parking lot.  
  
"I think I ate too much," I grumbled, rubbing my stomach.  
  
Trish jogged up to me and gave me a sympathetic look, touching my abdomen.
"Aw, poor baby. Too much in the tummy?" she asked with a pout.  
  
"I'll be all right."  
  
Her eyes lit up. "Hey! It's been more than fifteen minutes!" She jumped up
into my arms, wrapping her little arms and legs around me. Softly,
affectionately, she kissed my lips, little sucking, pecking kisses amid gentle
murmurs that brought life back to my erection. I settled my hands on her wet
butt.  
  
"Mmm," she moaned gently, pulling her face back. She rubbed the tip of her
button nose against mine.  
  
"So what do you want to do now?" I asked her, testing the waters by gently
kneading her firm cheeks.  
  
Trish bit her lip and squeezed me with her thighs. "Hmm," she contemplated,
looking around. She noticed the meandering paths of the nearby park, with
snow-covered trees and bushes. "Let's go in there."  
  
Sounded like a plan to me. I headed away from the car, toward the park,
keeping Trish tight against me. She gave me no indication she wanted to be set
down.  
  
"Oh, this is romantic," sighed Trish, looking around. The thick layers of snow
upon the bushes and tree limbs gave our surroundings a soft, pale glow. The
air was still and crisp, but despite the cold, Trish's body heat was keeping
me comfortable. Or maybe I was just so turned on that I didn't notice the
chill.  
  
"Yes, it is," I agreed, stopping to give her a soft kiss. Trish grinned,
kissed me back. I headed along one of the winding trails, walking slowly, just
enjoying the feel of Trish's warm tiny body against mine and the soft kisses
she gave my lips, chin, and neck. I shivered with pleasure when her darting
tongue tickled my ear. That had always been a serious erogenous zone for me.
My penis bulged in my jeans, seeking the source of the heat between Trish's
legs.  
  
"So," she whispered, her peppermint breath warm on my face. "Ready for
desert?"  
  
My arousal swelled. "Here?"  
  
Trish's blue eyes flashed naughtily. She glanced around, noting the seclusion
afforded by the frosty vegetation. She nodded. "Right here. Don't worry. No
one'll catch us."  
  
My dick pulsed in my jeans. "Hmm . . . ."  
  
Trish giggled playfully, then smothered my lips with a serious kiss, moaning
into my mouth. My nervousness about public sex – always my most arousing
fantasy, but one never realized – was quickly assuaged by Trish's soft lips,
questing tongue, and gently-undulating body. I squeezed her ass more firmly,
and Trish squealed with excitement.  
  
She broke the kiss and leaned back in my arms, crossing her own to grip the
hem of her skirt. In a swift move, she drew her tight dress over her head,
tossing it casually aside. "You want me, baby?" she asked breathlessly.  
  
I stared at her body. Flawless, golden skin glittered in the refracted light
that bathed us. Trish's breasts were full and firm, standing high and proud on
her chest, capped with strawberry-colored nipples. Her abdomen was trim and
well-toned, her waist incredibly tiny. Sexy hips flared out as her legs
straddled me. Her pubic hair was almost the same color as her golden skin,
making it practically invisible. It didn't even register to me that her
panties had somehow disappeared.  
  
"Oh, Jesus, you are beautiful," I said, heart pounding.  
  
Trish's face glowed as she cupped her breasts. "Wanna taste?"  
  
I was feeling light-headed with desire. "God, yes," I replied and lowered my
head. Trish sighed as I cupped my mouth over one of her stiff, sweet nipples.
And it really was sweet! She tasted like cinnamon. Trish hissed as I sucked
first the one nipple, then the other. I frowned in pleasant surprise as I
tasted nutmeg.  
  
_Peppermint, cinnamon, nutmeg . . . this girl's a sexual candy store,_ I
thought as I laved her breasts with my lips and tongue.  
  
"Ohh, yes, baby, that's it," cooed Trish. She ran her hands through my hair,
then pulled herself up my body. I felt her warm breath in my ear as she nipped
at my earlobe. "Unzip your jeans."  
  
I didn't need to be told twice. Licking back and forth between her flavored
nipples, I took one hand from her ass and tugged on my zipper. I had to work
to get my erect penis out, grunting with the effort, which made Trish giggle.
Finally, my cock was freed, thrusting out into the cold air.  
  
"Mmm, there we go," sighed Trish, lowering her body back down. I groaned as I
felt the heat of her sex, ethereal wisps of pubic hair tickling the head of my
penis. Damn, this girl was turning out to be every fantasy I had. Petite,
eager, playful, gorgeous . . . and with a full bush, which I always preferred
on a natural blonde.  
  
But . . . .  
  
Trish gave me a little pout as I stopped her from impaling herself on me.
"What's wrong?" she asked heatedly, clearly as aroused as I, perhaps even more
eager to consummate than I was.  
  
"Um . . . I don't have a condom," I said sheepishly.  
  
Her brow crinkled just above her nose. "A what?"  
  
I chuckled. "You know, a condom? Rubber? Prophylactic?"  
  
She suddenly understood. "Oh, you mean one of those stretchy things you guys
have to put over your wieners?"  
  
"Yeah, one of those." How could she not know what a condom was?  
  
She smiled sweetly. "We don't need it," she said firmly. "I'm not old enough
to get pregnant."  
  
I gave her an alarmed look. "What!"  
  
Trish giggled. "For an elf, silly!" she exclaimed. "You gotta be ninety-nine
before you can have kids, and I'm a long way from that."  
  
I gave her a strange look. _Okay, there's only so far you can go with a
fantasy, _I thought._ Even if this girl is the hottest thing I've ever . . .
met . . . oh . . . damn . . . ._  
  
Trish had slipped her hand down between us and was lightly stroking my cock,
tilting it up and slipping the head back and forth between very wet and very
warm lips. I could feel the stiff button of her clitoris, which seemed larger
than normal against the head of my cock.  
  
She kissed and sucked my neck, panting in my ear. "Put it in, baby," she
whispered hotly. "I wanna feel it inside me. Please. _Pleeeaasseee_ . . . ."  
  
"Oh, God," I groaned, then thrust up inside her, feeling her slick tunnel
sucking me in. All concerns over sexually-transmitted disease vanished. _Fuck
it, _I thought._ Sometimes you just gotta take the risk._  
  
Trish gasped loudly, followed by a long sweet sigh of pleasure as my cock slid
all the way home. She was tight and sweet, with fluttering muscles that
rippled along my shaft like dozens of tiny hands. I groaned at the pleasure of
being inside her, of being joined with her. Trish's heat seared into my cock,
spreading through my body.  
  
"Oh, David!" she cried, squeezing me with her legs, wanting to get every last
inch inside her tight body. I swayed on my feet, trying to keep my balance.
Trish rolled her hips, sucked on my neck, moved to kissing my mouth. She
moaned and whimpered, squeezing my thrusting cock with her hot, incomparable
pussy.  
  
I squeezed her cheeks, slapping her down against my loins. Trish squeezed me
tight, her sexy, girlish sounds heightening my already astronomical libido.
She panted on my neck, fucked me back with as much energy and enthusiasm as I
gave her, threaded her fingers through the hair on the back of my neck. Again,
one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. Trish somehow knew just where to
touch.  
  
"Mmm, oh David! Oh, David!" she panted desperately, shaking against me. "Oh,
yes! Yes!"  
  
Trish vibrated against me, her body spasming as she came. Her tunnel sucked
hard on my cock, insanely tight and caressing, nearly triggering my own orgasm
as hers washed through her lithe, twitching body. But I managed to hold back,
feeling the hot bath of her orgasmic fluid soaking into my cock.  
  
"Ooo, oh, baby," she moaned, coming back down from her high. She kissed me
deeply, passionately, licking my lips and finding my tongue to suck on. She
kept rolling her hips, massaging my cock with her vaginal muscles as she slid
back and forth.  
  
I didn't last much longer.  
  
"Oh, God, Trish!" I grunted as my orgasm began. My prick throbbed inside her.  
  
Trish jerked her head back, staring into my face, her own a mask of pure
passion. "Now, baby?" she asked.  
  
I shook, squeezing her ass. I was _right there_ . . . "Now!" I cried.  
  
Swiftly, smoothly, Trish drooped to the ground, landing in a squat before me
as my cock slipped, shiny and wet, from her pussy. Immediately, just before my
eruption began, she sucked it into her mouth, wrapping her soft pink lips
tightly around my shaft, just beneath the head. Her hands gripped my hips and
she sucked hard, staring up into my eyes.  
  
_Holy shit! _I thought in erotic amazement._ She wants me to cum in her mouth!
How did she know that's what I wanted . . . ._  
  
"Oh, fuck!" I cried, ejaculating with the most intense orgasm I had ever
known, gushing my load into Trish's insistent mouth. She moaned and whimpered
around my cock as she tasted me, her eyes glazing over in an expression that
seemed genuinely grateful. The always pleasurable sensation of cumming was
magnified as Trish sucked out a literal river of my cum.  
  
I held onto Trish's head for support, watching as her cheeks bulged slightly.
Thick trickles of snow-white cream oozed from the corners of her mouth,
dribbling down her chin. I groaned at the kinky sight. And then she sucked in
her cheeks and swallowed, devouring my gift. I trembled and almost fell over.  
  
If I had felt light-headed before, now I felt drunk. Trish kept sliding her
slick lips back and forth along my cock, taking most of my length as it
softened. She murmured in appreciation, gliding her tongue around my very
satisfied penis. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, petting Trish's soft
blonde hair, feeling the tips of her pointed ears, listening to the tender wet
kissing and licking sounds she made, her affectionate murmurs.  
  
"Oh, Jesus," I sighed at last, blinking my eyes open.  
  
"Nope. Just me," said Trish with a giggle, popping back up. She had her elf
dress on again, and she had evidently wiped her chin. Not a single trace of my
orgasm remained.  
  
I gave her a dazed look as Trish lifted up and kissed me. The peppermint
flavor of her mouth was mixed with a slight, lingering trace of my cum. As we
kissed, Trish deftly tucked my spent penis away and zipped me up.  
  
Trish took my hand and gave me a sweet, little-girl smile. "Come on, baby,"
she whispered. "I gotta get back."  
  
I tried not to show my disappointment. "Oh."  
  
Trish touched my face. "I know you want me to stay with you," she said. "But I
can't. We'll be together tomorrow, okay?"  
  
I smiled at her implied promise, and squeezed her hand. "Okay."  
  
"Let's go, David," she said, tugging on my hand. I stumbled beside her.  
  
She giggled again. "You okay, baby? You gonna be able to make it to the car?"  
  
I sighed. I had never felt so satisfied in my life, so pleasurably drained.
"Barely . . . ."  
  
***  
  
I pulled the car along the side the curb before the closed-down mall, near the
same door through which we had exited earlier. The parking lot was a ghost
town except for the patrolling security trucks with their flashing amber
lights.  
  
I looked around. "Where's your ride?" I asked.  
  
Trish smiled, snuggling against me. "They'll be here in a minute," she said.  
  
I returned the smile, looking down into her beautiful blue eyes. "I'll wait
with you," I said.  
  
She lifted up, kissed me. "That's okay, sexy," she said. "You go home, get
some sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow, I swear."  
  
I frowned, started to speak, but Trish shushed me before I could get the words
out by settling a slender finger to my lips. She smiled.  
  
"Let a girl be mysterious," she whispered, then gave me one last, deep,
soulful kiss. She pulled away with a musing sound, dragging her hands along my
chest and over my lap, and opened the door.  
  
"Um . . . what's your phone number?" I asked. "Or, do you just want to met me
here?"  
  
Trish bit her lip and winked. "I'll find you," she said. "Promise."  
  
I frowned, confused, but I had the sense that I could trust her. I nodded.
"Okay."  
  
"Good night, lover," she said, then slipped out of my car. I watched her walk
along the sidewalk that wrapped around the mall.  
  
I was startled by a tap at my window. I looked to see a hefty black woman
giving me a look.  
  
"Move along," she said through the window. "Mall's closed."  
  
"I was just making sure my girlfriend's okay," I said.  
  
"Your who?" she asked.  
  
I frowned, looked back to where I had seen Trish. She was gone. _She couldn't
have gotten around the corner that fast!_  
  
"Come on, get going," said the security officer impatiently.  
  
Confused, I nevertheless started the car and pulled away from the curb. I
looked back one last time, but saw no trace of Trish.  
  
***  
  
The lights were still on when I got back to my sister's house. Our
grandparents were gone, back to their home on the other side of town. Our
mother's car was in the driveway; I assumed she had come over to help my
sister plan Christmas dinner.  
  
I really didn't want to talk to my sister or mother. I loved them both, but
after the incredible experience I'd had, I just wanted to take a shower, go to
bed, and make tomorrow come that much quicker. I couldn't wait to see Trish
again.  
  
Alas, I didn't even make it through the door before I heard Vickie's voice.  
  
"Hey, Dave!"  
  
I groaned inwardly. The tenor of her salutation told me she wanted to hear
about my date. _Don't wanna be rude,_ I thought.  
  
I smiled at my sister and mother, sitting in the living room. They had some
late-night Christmas movie on the TV and were sipping rum cocktails. Jana, of
course, was asleep in her room. It was too late for her to be up.  
  
"So?" prodded Vickie.  
  
I shrugged, playing it cool. "So . . . what?"  
  
My sister rolled her eyes. "Dave, come on."  
  
I chuckled, headed into the living room, gave my mother a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi, Mom."  
  
She smiled knowingly. "So?" she asked, mimicking my sister.  
  
I sighed. "She told you, obviously."  
  
My mother laughed. "Of course she told me," she said. "And it's about damn
time, too!"  
  
"Why does everybody say that?" I asked rhetorically as I headed to Vickie's
dry bar. I poured some rum into a glass, dropped in a cherry as an
afterthought.  
  
"Maybe because it's been over a year since you and Donna broke up."  
  
I shrugged, sat down on the couch. "Just haven't met anyone," I said simply.
My face soured a little. The pain of Donna's leaving still stung after
fourteen months, especially considering that she had moved with my best friend
Joe to the West Coast, just like that, throwing away four years of our lives
together.  
  
"Until now," said Vickie.  
  
I blushed and smiled. Trish's aroma and her varied sweet flavors remained
soaked into my senses. "Hope so," I said.  
  
"Jana told me she's one of Santa's helpers," my mother said.  
  
I chuckled. "Yeah, she's one of those holiday elves," I confirmed. "We just .
. . hit it off. Actually, I was surprised; she came on to me."  
  
"That's because my baby is a handsome boy," my mother said in her typical,
motherly way.  
  
I rolled my eyes. "Please, Mom. I'm twenty-seven. I think you can stop calling
me your 'baby.'"  
  
Mom laughed. "You're always gonna be my baby," she said. "Even when you're
fifty-five and coming to see me in the old folks' home."  
  
I laughed, sipped my drink.  
  
"You gonna see her again, stud?" my sister asked chidingly.  
  
I nodded. "Tomorrow," I said, then immediately thought, _I hope_.  
  
"Ah, holiday romance," my mother said wistfully. She gave me a little smile.
"Are you going to bring her over for Christmas dinner?"  
  
I chuckled. "Mom, we just met," I said. "Let me get to know her before you
guys scare her off."  
  
My mother feigned an insulted look. "What a terrible thing to say!" she
exclaimed, then smiled disarmingly. "I'll be nice, I promise."  
  
"We'll see," I said.  
  
My sister grunted as she rolled forward in her chair. "I need a refill," she
said. "Anyone else?"  
  
My mother and I answered at the same time. "Sure."  
  
We watched the movie on TV for a while, one of those typical, feel-good
holiday specials staring TV actors. At one point, a scene showed the main
characters heading through the mall, shopping for presents. Seeing the mall
Santa reminded me of something.  

"Mom," I said. "How come you and Dad never took me to see Santa in the mall?"  
  
My sister perked up. "Yeah! What gives?" she asked. Obviously, Vickie had
never gone to see Santa, either.  
  
Our mother sighed. "Your father," she said sourly. She and Dad had been
divorced since a week after I graduated high school. She gave me a look. "You
know how he was. 'Mr. Practicality.' Didn't want you kids believing in things
like Santa Claus."  
  
I pursed my lips. "I was just wondering," I said. I smiled. "Man, you should'a
seen the look on Jana's face when she came running back."  
  
My sister grinned with vicarious pride in her daughter. "She always loves
seeing Santa. I swear, that girl is gonna believe in Santa Claus for the rest
of her life."  
  
I met my sister's eyes. "You know what she asked for?"  
  
Vickie's smile faded slightly. "I've got an idea," she said, considering her
drink.  
  
"What is it with you and John?" I asked, referring to my sister's estranged
husband. "I mean, nine years, and . . . pfft! That's it?"  
  
Vickie gave me a look. "It's not that easy, Dave," she said heavily.  
  
I sighed. "It's breaking Jana's heart."  
  
"Yeah, well it broke mine, too," Vickie said darkly.  
  
"Vic—"  
  
My sister ground her teeth. "I really don't wanna talk about it right now,
okay?"  
  
I nodded. "Sorry, sis."  
  
She didn't say anything as she sipped her cocktail. I caught the expression on
my mother's face, one of warning to me and understanding for the sympathy I
had for my niece. I just gave her a short nod, wordlessly saying, 'I won't
push it.'  
  
"Well, I'm gonna go to bed," I said, and drained my second drink. I pushed up
from the ouch, gave both my mother and sister a kiss good night. I held
Vickie's hand a moment, letting her know I was sorry for bringing up a painful
subject. She squeezed my fingers and let me go.  
  
I headed up the stairs to my room. It felt strange to have a room in a house
again; since I was nineteen, I had always had my own place. My own bathroom,
my own kitchen, my own living room. But after spending the previous year's
holidays alone, I did not want to go through that feeling of unbearable
loneliness again.  
  
So when Vickie's invitation came to let me stay with her through Christmas, I
jumped at it. I was between jobs as a bartender and had saved up more than
enough money to carry me through for at least a few months. Being around
family would do me good, I figured.  
  
And I had been right. Not just my sister, but my mother lived in the same
city, as well as my grandparents on my mother's side. I had been away for too
long, I figured. In the week since I had been back, I had begun thinking about
finding an apartment in the city.  
  
Starting over.  
  
Getting on with life.  
  
I paused beside the cracked-open door to Jana's bedroom, pushed it open just a
little to peer inside. My niece was tangled up in her sheets, laying on her
side, facing the door in her Spongebob Squarpants pajamas. I smiled. Donna and
I had talked about having kids when we were engaged; hell, we planned on it.
Two kids, we decided, a boy and a girl. We had even picked out names: Jeremy
David and Melissa Shane Cooper. We had shared dreams about our life together.  
  
Now, those dreams were gone. Dust. Just shattered glass and broken promises.  
  
My smile faded. I started to leave Jana's room.  
  
"Uncle Dave?"  
  
I looked back. Jana had lifted her sleepy head, brown hair sticking out. "Hey,
sunshine," I said.  
  
"I had a dream about Trish," she said, blinking slowly, stretching her eyes
open.  
  
I frowned, stepped into her room. I sat down on the bed beside my niece,
stroked her back. "Did you?" I asked.  
  
Jana smiled, murmuring, still sleepy. "Um-hmm," she said. "She told me my
Daddy's coming home."  
  
I felt a tugging on my heart. "Sounds like a nice dream," I said.  
  
"She also told me she thinks you're really cute!"  
  
I laughed. "I think she's really cute, too," I said. I leaned over and kissed
Jana's cheek. "Get some sleep, honey."  
  
Jana curled her arms up beneath her, her eyes closing once more. "Hmm . . .
okay . . . ."  
  
I stood and left my niece's room, softly closing the door. Then I headed down
to my room, stripped off my clothes, and fell into bed. I was asleep within
minutes.  
  
***  
  
I helped around the house the following morning, doing dishes and laundry,
being the good brother for Vickie. I made breakfast for Jana as my sister
slept off her hangover from the night before. As I would later discover, she
and our mother had stayed up until the wee hours, drinking half a bottle of
rum between them.  
  
"Uncle Dave?" asked Jana as I cleaned up after breakfast.  
  
"Yes, sunshine?" I asked, glancing to Jana as she worked on a Sudoku puzzle. I
couldn't understand her addiction to the Japanese concoction.  
  
"Is Trish a real elf?"  
  
I frowned, putting the pots and pans in the sink. "Do you think she is?"  
  
Jana screwed up her face in thought, tapping her pencil on the table. "I think
so," she said.  
  
I smiled. "Well, I trust you," I said. "If you think she's a real elf, then
that's good enough for me."  
  
Jana gave me a concerned look. "But if she's a real elf, then you can't get
married and have babies."  
  
I approached the table and sat down, poured some orange juice from the carafe
on the table. "Why do you say that?"  
  
Jana furrowed her brow. "'Cause she's an _elf_," Jana said, as if that was all
the explanation she needed to give.  
  
I pursed my lips. "Do your puzzle," I said.  
  
Jana shrugged, studied the puzzle for a moment, then looked back up at me with
a little smile on her face. "Although . . . if she really is an elf . . . ."  
  
"Yeah?"  
  
My niece grinned. "Then that means Santa really is real."  
  
***  
  
It was just before noon. I was out in the back yard, having a snowball fight
with Jana and Vickie, when I heard my mother call my name: "Da-vid!"  
  
"Yeah!" I called back, and turned around toward the patio deck. My heart
caught in my throat.  
  
Standing beside my mother, dressed in a tiny denim skirt, brown leather go-go
boots, and a tight yellow halter, was Trish. Her hair was in pig tails that
trailed down along the length of her arms. She gave me a sweet, sexy little
smile. My heart flip-flopped.  
  
_God, she's gorgeous_, I thought. _But how'd she know where to find me--_  
  
A snowball smacked right into the back of my head.  
  
I stumbled, wincing at the sting of the impact, reaching back to scoop snow
out of my hair. Jana and Vickie both howled with laughter. My sister ran up
beside me, grabbing my arm.  
  
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she said, over and over.  
  
"It's okay," I said, shaking compacted ice off my gloves. I looked toward
Trish again, saw the amused smile on her face.  
  
"Wow, that's her, huh?" my sister asked. She leaned close. "Dave . . . she is
old enough, isn't she?"  
  
I shot her a look. "Yes, she is," I said.  
  
"Trish!" screamed Jana excitedly, running, stumbling through the snow of the
back yard. My new girlfriend jumped down from the deck and met Jana with a
hug, grinning ear to ear.  
  
"Um . . . looks like Jana really likes her," my sister said, and slapped my
back. "You know what that means."  
  
"No. What?"  
  
Vickie chuckled. "Dum-dum-da-dum . . . ." she said, mimicking the first bars
of 'Here Comes The Bride.'  
  
I rolled my eyes after my sister as Vickie headed up to the house. Strangely
enough, I wasn't all that perturbed by her apparent precognition. Maybe I
didn't know Trish all that well, but I couldn't think of anything about her
that I didn't adore . . . or even love.  
  
***  
  
My mother loved her. My sister was impressed with her. And Jana simply thought
that Trish was the 'coolest thing in the world.'  
  
The four of us sat in the living room, with Trish cuddled up beside me on the
couch. Even though she was out of 'uniform,' my petite, cherubic little lover
had her pointed ears on. The long, slender protrusions were made even more
prominent by her pig tails. I had to admit that the things looked convincing;
I could tell where her real ears ended and the fake ones began.  
  
"So, are you in school?" my mother asked Trish as we all shared a casual lunch
of toasted ham and cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.  
  
"Sort of," Trish said. "Guess you could say I'm into anthropology. I'm a big
time people-watcher."  
  
"Grandma," said Jana, plunking her sandwich down in her lap for a moment.
"She's an _elf_. Elves don't go to school."  
  
We all smiled at Jana's childish comment.  
  
"Well, that's not true," said Trish, leaning forward and the couch and
tousling my niece's shoulder-length hair. "Elves go to school, too. We have to
know how to act around you humans."  
  
Jana nodded slowly. "Oh . . . well, that makes sense."  
  
I looked to my mother; she was giving me a strange smile.  
  
"Trish?" Jana asked.  
  
"Yes, sunshine?" responded Trish, casually using my niece's pet name. I
frowned. _I didn't tell her about that, did I?_  
  
Jana gave Trish a serious look. "Is my daddy really coming home?"  
  
Trish's smile didn't waver. "Didn't I tell you he is?"  
  
Jana grinned, excited. "Yay!" she exclaimed. "Daddy's coming home! Daddy's
coming home!"  
  
My sister looked visibly disturbed, shooting Trish a look that my elfin
girlfriend seemed to ignore. "Um . . . J-Jana, why don't you get your colors?
I bet Trish would love to see your pictures."  
  
Jana grinned and jumped up. "Yeah! Stay here, Aunt Trish, I'll be right back!"
My niece ran up the stairs.  
  
_Aunt Trish?_ I thought.  
  
"Trish," my sister said, giving my girlfriend a look. "I know you mean well,
but Jana's father and I . . . it's complicated. He's not coming back."  
  
Trish's didn't skip a beat. "You sure of that?"  
  
Vickie laughed ruefully. "You really don't know us that well, okay? So don't
go giving my daughter false hopes."  
  
Trish's expression was dead serious. "I don't give false hopes," she said.  
  
My sister stared at her, with a look that told me she was about to explode
into one of her patented inflamed diatribes. I decided to head it off.  
  
"Hey," I said, forcing myself to sound upbeat. I looked to Trish. "I almost
forgot! We were gonna see that new movie today! You know, that comedy! The new
one!"  
  
Trish held my eyes a moment, then smiled. "Yeah, that's right," she said.
"Wow. Where has the time gone?"  
  
"Well, we'd better get going now, or we're gonna miss it," I said, standing
and taking Trish's hand. Trish stood up with me, setting her plate on the
coffee table. She looked to my sister and mother.  
  
"It was nice meeting you," she said.  
  
"Likewise, dear," my mother said.  
  
"Yeah. Likewise," said Vickie acidly.  
  
***  
  
"Why did you do that?" I asked Trish as we headed down to my car.  
  
Trish darted ahead of me, stopping my march to the car. She stared up at me.
"What makes you think I'm wrong?"  
  
I forced myself to stay calm. "Look. Jana's very vulnerable right now. She
doesn't need someone telling her that her father's coming home, when he
isn't."  
  
Trish's confident look remained. "Oh? And you know that for a fact?"  
  
"More than you know that he's coming back."  
  
Trish's lips curled. "Well," she said. "We'll just see, won't we?"  
  
***  
  
I held onto a handful of Trish's long, silky hair, my other hand on her naked
hip as I shoved into her from behind. She gasped and panted, clawing the back
of the passenger seat, all but screaming as her orgasm roared through her tiny
body.  
  
"Cum on me, baby!" she cried passionately. "Come on, do it! Shoot it all over
me!"  
  
I grunted as I felt my balls tighten. I slipped out of her snug pussy,
admiring the way her fine blonde hairs surrounded the puffy lips of her sex. I
marveled at her perfect ass and bright pink anus. Trish whipped around, onto
her back, spreading her legs wide and cupping her breasts in her hands. She
stared up at me with a feral, passionate expression, her mouth hanging open as
she panted.  
  
"Yeah, baby, stroke it," she whimpered, her eyes darting down to my cock as I
masturbated over her. "Jack it, baby, go on! Go on! Do it all over me!"  
  
I shuddered with release, spurting thick streams of cum that splashed onto
Trish's breasts, stomach, and pubic mound. A few ambitious globs of fluid
landed in her mouth, upon her soft pink tongue. Trish grinned and cooed,
watching me erupt. As my spurts became dribbles, she rolled up and slipped her
mouth around my cock, sucking out the last little bit and swallowing with a
sigh.  
  
I collapsed in the driver's seat, panting as I regained my breath. Trish
cuddled close, running her hands up and down my body and affectionately
fondling my spent cock. She ducked down to kiss and lick my penis, then
snuggled her head on my chest. She murmured contentedly, scratching lightly
along my abdomen.  
  
"Mmm, baby," she moaned softly.  
  
"Jesus," I huffed. "Now I know why people wanna smoke after sex." I looked
around at the steamed-over windows. The air inside my car was steamy and warm
from our frenzied lovemaking.  
  
Trish giggled against me. "I think we were 'smokin'' enough," she said.  
  
I laughed. "Damn, Trish . . . I can't believe how good you make me feel. And
not just like this."  
  
She lifted her head, brushing back a strand of hair. A thick dollop of sperm
was conspicuous on her chin. "I'm glad I make you feel this way, baby," she
said. "It really makes me happy."  
  
I smiled, kissed her forehead. "Do I make you happy?" I asked her.  
  
She gave me a dreamy look. "David, do you even have to ask?"  
  
***  
  
The following few days were a passionate, hedonistic blur. Trish and I would
make love two, three times a day, always in my car or in some secluded little
grove in the park. While our sex life was the stuff that great porn is made
of, it never felt like _just fucking_. Trish and I _made love_, albeit in the
most incredible, intense ways imaginable.  
  
But never at the house, or wherever she lived (questions about which she
always managed to deflect). Whenever I picked her up, it was always outside
the mall, and when I dropped her off, late at night, it was always at the same
spot. A couple times, I met her inside the mall, near 'Santa's Wonderland.'  
  
She was always excited to see me and seemed nearly impatient to be alone with
me. Sometimes, we spent time at Vickie's house, and Trish and Jana were almost
inseparable when she was there. Jana always referred to my girlfriend as 'Aunt
Trish,' a title that perturbed me less and less.  
  
But more than make love with all the passion and desperation one would expect
from virgins on their wedding night, Trish and I talked. I told her about my
life back in Florida, and with her urging, about Donna and the pain I felt.
Trish listened sympathetically, never once sounding offended for hearing about
my ex-fiance.  
  
By Christmas Eve, I was seriously considering using the remainder of my
savings to buy an engagement ring. The idea was ludicrous, to be sure, but . .
. Trish was everything I had ever desired in a woman, and then some.
Physically, emotionally, Trish seemed to have been molded directly from my
fantasies. Sexually, she was more than any woman had ever been, more than I
had ever realistically hoped for. No matter what I wanted, Trish was always
instantly and eagerly willing to comply.  
  
While my sister tried to keep her distance whenever Trish came over, even she
could not resist Trish's overwhelming charm and charisma. With some
reluctance, Vickie warmed up to my lover, apparently forgiving her for her
remarks to Jana. As Christmas loomed closer, Trish was introduced to my
grandparents and other members of my family. She always seemed to almost
instantly endear herself to everyone she met. No one ever had anything bad to
say about Trish, although a few comments were made here and there about her
tiny stature and pointed ears. Jana conveniently explained that 'that's just
how elves are.'  
  
But, as much as I wanted to have a life with her, somehow, I knew it wasn't to
be.  
  
"She's a wonderful girl, Dave," my mother said to me the afternoon of
Christmas Eve, as we stood out on the patio of Vickie's house. Trish, Jana,
Vickie and a few of my cousins were all in the back yard, making a snow man.  
  
"Yeah, she is," I agreed, watching Trish. Now and then, she would look back to
me and smile, wave her hand.  
  
"You're in love with her, aren't you?"  
  
I sighed, frowning. "Yeah, I think so."  
  
My mother moved around and looked into my face. "So what's bothering you?"  
  
I sighed heavily. "There's something wrong," I said, then checked myself. "No,
it's not wrong, just . . . I have this feeling."  
  
"What feeling?"  
  
I looked to Trish forlornly. "Like . . . like this is the last night we're
gonna be together," I said.  
  
At that moment, time seemed to slow down, like a movie set on slow-motion.
Trish, slapping a handful of packed snow onto the snowman's face, turned her
head toward me, giving me a smile. It was a sad smile, an apologetic smile.  
  
_Don't leave me,_ I thought.  
  
Her smile changed a little, and seemed to say, _I have to._  
  
***  
  
I wasn't all that surprised when Trish told me she had to head back to the
mall that evening. She changed into her elf costume in the bathroom (pretty
quickly, too) and held my hand tightly as we headed down to the car.  
  
Trish was quiet on the drive, staring out the window with a blank expression
on her face. Once we stepped through the doors to the mall, she made a bee-
line for 'Santa's Wonderland,' pulling me along behind her.  
  
The galleria was crowded. Nine o'clock on Christmas Eve, and there was still a
line for Santa. I watched the kids fidgeting in line, anxious to see Santa
before the mall closed.  
  
I noticed Trish's 'triplet' sisters standing at the edge of the gated area,
watching us approach. They seemed to look at Trish as if thinking, _it's about
time you showed up._  
  
Trish stopped at the edge of the display and turned to me. She squeezed my
hands, looking up into my eyes. Her own were swollen and wet, ready to burst
with tears.  
  
"I have to say good-bye, David," she whispered, her words choked.  
  
I held back my emotions. "I know," I said, strangely accepting the moment.  
  
She shook. "I don't want to, I really don't," she said.  
  
I touched her face, her neck, threading my hands through her hair as I gently
cupped one of Trish's long, pointed ears. She closed her eyes a moment,
enjoying my touch, her soft lips parted as she breathed in and out. I hated to
admit it, but my suspicion was finally confirmed. Trish's long, pointed ears
weren't fake.  
  
Strangely enough, the confirmation of what Trish was didn't surprise me. I
realized I had always known. I just had to accept it.  
  
I stooped, tilting her face up, and kissed her dearly, lovingly. Trish
whimpered and pressed herself against my body, curling her arms around me and
squeezing tight.  
  
"I love you," I whispered.  
  
She breathed out, a hot, heavy sound. "I love you, too, David. I always will."  
  
I kissed her again, wanting to keep her with me, to just pick her up and run
like a mad man back to the car . . . but I understood somehow that I knew I
couldn't. Trish pulled away from me, stepping backwards, tears streaming down
her cheeks.  
  
"Good-bye, baby," she whispered.  
  
"Good-bye."  
  
And then she was gone, meeting her sisters, vanishing with them into the
crowd.  
  
I sighed heavily, straightening, swallowing my tears. The buzz of
conversations, the chime of advertisements, the melodies of Christmas carols
surrounded me. I wiped my eyes, almost feeling self-conscious about my display
in such a public place with so many people around. But ultimately, I really
didn't care what anyone saw or thought.  
  
***  
  
"Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, young man! Off you go!"  
  
I watched as the little boy – six or seven years old – jumped off Santa's knee
and ran toward his mother. Santa smiled as well, a genuine expression that
made his snow-white beard shift upon his broad chest. His small, grandfatherly
eyes drifted to me.  

"Oh-ho!" he exclaimed jovially. "Aren't you a little old to sit on Santa's
lap?"  
  
I smiled in self-admonishment. "Probably," I said, stepping up to him. Looking
more closely now, I could tell that the beard wasn't fake, nor were the rosy
cheeks or the big round belly. Nor the look of kindness, age, and wisdom in
his eyes.  
  
"Well, what can jolly old St. Nick do for you, young man?" he asked.  
  
I shook my head with a smile. "Not a thing," I said. "I just wanted to say
'thank you.'"  
  
His eyes smiled. He gave a short nod in understanding. "You're welcome,
David," he said. I wasn't surprised that he knew my name. "Love is a gift you
never lose. Remember that."  
  
I nodded. "I will."  
  
Santa held up his hand, holding a plastic-wrapped candy cane. "Merry
Christmas," he said. "And a very happy New Year."  
  
I laughed, even as I felt a tear trickling down my cheek. I took the candy,
clasped his hand. "Merry Christmas . . . Santa."  
  
***  
  
I was in a strange mood when I returned to Vickie's house. The tears had
dried, and I was left with a feeling of acceptance and inclusion into
something very few people ever enjoy.  
  
Cars filled the driveway and lined the streets. I had to park half a block
away and walk back to the house. I didn't mind. The air was still, crisp and
pleasant, carrying the aromas of peppermint, cinnamon, and nutmeg. I was
smiling by the time I reached the front door. Everything just seemed . . .
right.  
  
Vickie opened the door at my knock. I could have used the key, I knew, but it
somehow seemed more appropriate the rap my knuckles on the door beneath the
mistletoe wreath.  
  
"David," she said in a soft voice. Her face was red and her eyes were swollen.
She looked like she had been crying.  
  
"What's wrong?" I asked.  
  
My sister suddenly grinned, and crushed herself against me. "He came home,
baby brother," she said, sighing in my ear. "He came home."  
  
_He?_ I stepped into the house with my sister and looked to the living room.
There, sitting on the floor, was my brother-in-law John, playfully wrestling
with his daughter. I watched them for a moment, stunned. Then I slowly smiled.
_Of course_.  
  
Somewhere, ethereally, at the edge of hearing, came the sound of sleigh bells.  
  
Vickie squeezed my hand as she stood beside me. "He showed up about two hours
ago," she explained. "Right after you left. Didn't call or anything, he just .
. . showed up."  
  
I looked to my sister, saw the elation on her face through her happy tears. "I
guess Trish was right after all," I said.  
  
Vickie flashed her eyes to me, staring a moment, then laughed. "Yeah, she
was," she said, and sniffled again.  
  
"Uncle Dave! Uncle Dave!"  
  
Jana ran up to me, leaving her father for the moment, arms outstretched and
young face glowing. I automatically dropped down and hugged her close.  
  
"My daddy's home!" Jana cried in my ear. "My daddy's home!"  
  
I squeezed her tight. "Merry Christmas, sunshine," I said. I held up the candy
cane Santa Claus had given me. "I brought you something."  
  
Jana pulled back, grinning happily. She snatched the candy cane from my hand.
"Where's Aunt Trish?" she asked. "I wanna thank her for bringing my daddy
back."  
  
I touched Jana's nose, making my niece blink. "She had to go home," I said.  
  
Jana cocked her head, smiling sweetly. Her eyes seemed to suddenly contain the
wisdom of the ages. "Don't worry, Uncle Dave," she said. "Christmas comes
every year, you know."  
  
I chuckled, hugged her again. All the questions in the world could be answered
by a nine-year-old, I realized. Jana squeezed me with all the strength she
possessed, then drew back. "So . . . you believe in Santa Claus, now?"  
  
I nodded. "Yeah," I said. "I believe."  
  
_-finis-_  
  
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