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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
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Copyright December 2000 by E. Z. Riter.

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

Please!        Give me your comments!

Dear Reader, A little Christmas story for your enjoyment.  My
thanks to Gail for editing and assistance.   May your holidays be
happy.  E.Z.


MIKE'S PRESENT

I first saw Emily Warren when I was a college senior working in
the Fall semester class registration line and she was a freshman
signing up for classes.  When our eyes met, hers softened into a
delicious, sensual twinkle.  There was a quiet, yet unmistakable,
explosion in my brain.  It was love at first sight.

Our first date and first kiss were that night.  We were together
every available moment for a week, spending the time learning
about each other and letting our love ripen.

"There's a fraternity party tonight.  Let's go," I said to her on
Friday afternoon.

"Which fraternity?"

"Phi Delt."

"I hear their parties are drunken orgies," she replied.

Her expression made me twitch.  She pressed against me and
wrapped her arms tightly around my waist.

"You don't have to get me drunk, Mike.  Lead me to your bed and
tell me what you want me to do," she said.

Within the hour, we made love for the first time.  She was a
virgin, which surprised me.  When I commented on her eager
surrender, she said, "I've never been in love before."

I proposed a week later.  She blessed the event with her tears
and happily accepted.  At Thanksgiving, I took her home to meet
my parents, who wholeheartedly approved of her.  When we returned
to school, she moved into my apartment.

"Oh, Mike," she whispered as she lay naked in my arms one night,
"I can hardly wait until Christmas.  I've told my parents
everything about you.  They're dying to meet you."

"I hope I'll pass inspection," I replied.

"You will, honey."

On December 21, we hopped into my Taurus for the three-hour drive
to her parents' house.  It took five hours.  We stopped at a
little, offbeat motel to fuck like rabbits, since the Christmas
Holidays might not give us time alone.

Her parents lived in a comfortable, tudor-style home on a quiet,
tree-lined street.  We pulled into their driveway about three in
the afternoon.  Emily jumped out of the car, hurriedly pulling me
after her.  The front door opened and my heart stopped.

"Mom, this is Mike Dillon.  Mike, this is my mom, Vicky Warren,"
Emily said.

Vicky had a soft, questioning expression as we exchanged polite
hellos.  The world swirled and I floated in unreality as we
unloaded the car.  Emily's younger sister, Gretchen, bubbled
happily around us, sharing in her sibling's joy.  Billy, her
younger brother, shook my hand like a man and struggled with the
bags.

"Are you all right, honey?" Emily asked solicitously when we had
a moment alone.

"Just fine.  Why?"

"You act like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm a little tired.  I guess it's the trip and finally meeting
your mom and all."

"Why don't you take a short nap?  Dad'll be home in another
hour."

"That sounds great."

She pushed me back on her bed and took off my shoes, gave me a
kiss, and quietly closed the door as she left.

Memories of Christmas seven years ago overwhelmed me.

******

Brian was the first and I was the last of our Dad's six children.
Dad divorced Brian's mom and married mine, so we weren't raised
together until his Mom died.  Brian and Elaine, his full sister,
came to live with us then.  He was sixteen and I was seven at the
time.  I adored him as only a little brother can adore a big
brother.  He was home for Thanksgiving.  Dinner was over and we
were visiting before the game started.

"What do you want for Christmas, Mike?" Brian said as he sprawled
on my bed, thumbing through my Playboy.

"To get laid," I answered.

"I'm glad I'm not fifteen again.  Still a virgin, huh?"

"Yes," I replied with a deep sigh.

"The first one's always the hardest.  Okay, I'll get you laid for
Christmas, but . . . "  His voice changed and his eyes got hard.
". . . if you ever tell anyone about it or about her, I'll cut
your nuts off."

"Oh, jeez, Brian, do you mean it?"

"About cutting your nuts off?"

"No, Brian. About getting me laid."

"Yeah, Mike.  I mean it."

Brian called me three days later.  "What are you doing this
Saturday, Mike?"

"Hanging out.  Why?"

"I want to give you your Christmas present.  Mike? Are you still
there?"

"Yes," I squeaked.

"Tell your mother we'll be spending Saturday together.  I'll call
her later to confirm it.  The story is we're going Christmas
shopping, and we'll actually do some before I take you home."

"Brian . . .  Brian, how can I ever thank you?"

He laughed and said, "You'll have a good time, Mike.  See you
Saturday.  Don't beat off between now and then."

He picked me up at seven thirty Saturday morning.  We went to
IHOP, had breakfast and talked about things, except we didn't
talk about what I wanted to talk about.  He waited until we got
back in the car for that.

"Here's what's going to happen, Mike.  We're going to the Holiday
Inn.  A lady friend of mine's going to spend the day there with
you.  She's not a hooker.  She's a housewife who's married and
has two kids.  She's never done anything like this before, so
she'll be nervous at first just like you are.  Just be cool."

"She's someone else's wife?"

"Yes.  We've been having an affair."

"Why's she doing this?"

"She likes the idea of being a young man's first woman.  I'll
introduce you to her and then leave.  Treat her right, Mike.
She's a very good woman."

"What's her name?"

"Vicky.  You don't need to know anything else about her.  She'll
need to leave at three.  You just wait in the room.  I'll be back
to pick you up."

I thought I'd never stop shaking as Brian pulled into the motel
and stopped in front of room 123.  When he knocked on the door,
the shaking stopped and a feeling of euphoria, warm and tingling,
flooded through me.  She cracked the door, saw it was Brian and
let us in.

"Hi, Vicky," Brian said, as he gave her a quick kiss.  "This is
Mike, my little brother.  Mike, this is Vicky.  You two have
fun."  Brian stepped back, closed the door behind him and was
gone.

The silence was deafening as we stood there, two quaking
strangers.  When her eyes cut up to me, she blushed brightly and
looked away again.  I couldn't take my eyes off her.

About five six with light brown hair that touched her shoulders,
she wore a long sleeved white blouse and ankle length denim
skirt.  Her face was pretty, her eyes big and brown, her lips
medium fullness.  When she backed away and sat on the edge of the
bed, she glanced at me apprehensively.  She took a very deep
breath and slowly exhaled.  Then she looked directly at me.  Her
eyes were soft and warm with a hint of a twinkle.

"I hear I'm your Christmas present," she said.  I nodded.  "And
I'm your first, Mike?" she asked.  Her voice was warm with a
gentle shyness.

"Yes," I croaked.

"You're my first, too, in a way.  I've never been a first
before."

"Oh," I said.

The conversation died and watched each other.  When she smiled,
she was even prettier.

"Have you kissed a girl?"

"Sort of."

"Why don't we start there?"

"Okay."

When I didn't move, she grinned.  "It'd be easier to kiss if we
were next to each other.  Why don't you sit here?"

She patted the bed by her.  Moving without conscious direction, I
sat by her. She moved those few inches to rest her thigh against
mine.  It was hot and soft through our clothes.

When she wrapped her left hand around my right, her fingers
seemed alive with electricity and the sparkle of the wedding band
on her ring finger blinded me.  Her palm was moist.  The fingers
of her right hand were on my cheek, and gently she turned my head
toward hers.  Her lips were on mine.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" she said when my response to her
kiss was catatonic.

A tear slipped down my cheek, but I didn't speak.  I couldn't.  I
wanted to scream with joy and throw her on her back.  I wanted to
do so much.  It was like my brain was the engine and my body the
transmission, but the clutch was out.  Like a burning fire, her
fingers slid from my cheek down my body to rest on my cock.  He
was sound asleep.  She sighed and pulled away, sitting with her
hands folded in her lap.

"Don't you like me?" she whispered.

"I like you very much.  I think you're beautiful," I replied, but
I still made no move toward her.

She walked to the chair facing the bed and sat down.

"Have you ever seen a woman undress?"

I shook my head.

"Watch me," she said.

She wore loafers with low heels.  Legs crossed, she extended the
toes of her right foot and slipped her shoe off.  I watched
another shoe slip to the floor.  She began unbuttoning her
blouse.  I realize now, years later, she was being provocative to
stimulate me to action.  When it was happening, I still didn't
move.  When she pulled off her pantyhose and dropped them on the
floor, she was left in a bra and panties, standing, watching me.
She looked exasperated.

"Let's try this," she said as she took my hand and pulled me to
my feet.

She started undressing me.  She did it in a tantalizing way,
letting her fingers and her mouth caress me.  Every nerve was
alive when she finished, but my cock lay fallow even though my
brain was a whirling dervish.

She pushed me back on the bed and knelt on the floor between my
legs.  When she kissed my ankle just below the bone, tingles shot
up my leg and I quivered all over.  She nibbled above the ankle,
then worked her way up my leg.  Her fingers were caressing me as
she went.  Each nibble, each touch, was a wake up call. By the
time she reached my crotch, my cock was a roman candle ready to
explode.

"You have a beautiful cock," she whispered as she wrapped her
fingers around the shaft.  Her eyes held mine as she lowered her
lips to the tip.  Her tongue flicked the opening as her lips
wrapped around the head.

The roman candle exploded and I saw fireworks.  Her eyes rounded
and her cheeks hollowed as she choked and swallowed.  A drop
oozed out of the corner of her mouth; her tongue captured it and
pulled it back.

"That was a surprise.  Do you feel better?"

"Wow.  Do I ever," I replied.

"We've got a lot of time.  What do you want to do?" she said.

"I want to look at you," I said.

"All right," she said with a gentle laugh.

"Can I finish undressing you?"

"Of course," she replied.  She stood and turned her back to me so
that I could unfasten her bra.  My hands were shaking so badly I
thought I'd never get that snap undone.

She slipped off her bra and turned to face me.  I tugged her
panties over her hips.  She wiggled, which slid them down her
legs, and stepped out of them.  She walked away, turned and posed
as I drank her in with my eyes.

She crawled on the bed and lay back on her side with her head
propped on one arm, in a typical Playboy pose.  That pose burned
into my brain, but it's her face I remember most, with her
twinkling eyes and the tiny, sexy half smile.

"Come lay down with me, Mike," she said lovingly, patting the
bed.

She extended a hand to me.  When I took it, she gently pulled me
until I lay beside her.  She kissed my palm and guided my hand to
her breast.

"Gently," she said.  "Women like it rough sometimes, but usually
you have to work up to it.  Like that.  You've got a nice touch,
Mike.  Go ahead.  Let your hands wander.  That feels good."

It felt more than good to me.

"Suck my nipples.  Ohhh.  Like that.  Watch my face, Mike, and my
body.  Watch for signs you're arousing me."

"Am I?"

"You sure are.  Am I arousing you?"  She laughed as her hand
wrapped around my cock.  "I can feel that I am.  Do you want to
try intercourse?"

"Huh?"

"Fucking.  Do you want to fuck me, Mike?"

"Yes," I gurgled.

"Let me show you.  Get between my legs.  Wait.  Lubricate it with
my juice.  Like this.  Yes, Mike.  Oh, Mike, you feel so good in
me.  That's it, Mike.  Harder.  Oh, God, yes."

We were in that room for six hours.  Brian had the foresight to
leave a supply of sodas and sandwiches.  Except for eating, we
spent the entire time in bed as she taught me about sex and women
and love.  When I crashed into exhausted slumber, she dressed to
leave.  I awakened when she kissed me goodbye.

"I enjoyed it, Mike.  You're going to make some lucky woman a
wonderful husband."

"Thanks, Vicky."

"You're welcome."

She kissed me one last time and was gone.

Brian woke me up again about five thirty.

"How did you like her?"

"Fantastic.  Absolutely fantastic," I replied.

"How many times did you get off?"

"Six and one was in her mouth."

"She's one hell of a woman, isn't she?" he said.

"Boy, is she ever."

"She called me and said you were one hell of a man," he said.

For the first time, I felt like a man.  A man ten feet tall.

****

I wasn't asleep when the door softly opened.  She smiled as she
sat down on the bed and covered my hand with hers.

"Hi, Mike."

"Hi, Vicky."

"We need to talk.  I sent Bill and the girls to the store.
Billy's outside playing.  We've got some time."

I didn't know what to say.  Apparently neither did she.  She
blushed and looked away before she finally spoke.

"Do you love her, Mike?"

"With all my heart."

"That's the way it should be, not just now but always."

"I wonder if one reason I fell for Emily immediately was because
she looked like the first woman in my life."

"We need to talk about that," she said, obviously embarrassed.

"Not unless you want to."

"I do.  You see, there's something you need to know."

She stood and walked away.  I watched her pace until she sat down
on the bed by me again.

"Mike, Bill was unfaithful to me.  And, I, oh, God, I decided to
get even.  I went to a pickup bar and met Brian."

She laughed self-consciously.

"Brian's a good lover.  I did enjoy him.  And I enjoyed you.
You're what made me go back to Bill.  Your sweetness, the
newness, reminded me of our early years."

"I'll never say a word to anyone, Vicky, and don't worry about
Brian.  He's moved to London.  I haven't seen him in three
years."

"It's not that.  Bill knows I cheated on him like I know he
cheated on me.  Our marriage will never be the same, but it's
still a damn good marriage and, in some ways, it's stronger.
We're together for the long haul.  Let our mistake be a lesson to
you, Mike.  Don't ever cheat on Emily."

"I won't."

"But if she cheats on you, forgive her.  Forgive and forget.
I'll tell her the same thing."

"You'll tell her everything?"

"No.  Just the forgive and forget part.  I don't want her to know
her mother was her husband's first."

There was something in her eyes that made me wonder.

"You haven't told me everything, have you?" I asked.

"No, I haven't.  Bill knows this, too.  He knew from the moment
he first saw Billy."

"What are you saying?" I asked as the hair stood up on the back
of my neck.

"What did you look like when you were six, Mike?" she asked.

"Mom!  Where are you, Mom?" Billy called from downstairs.

Vicky stood gracefully and smoothed down her skirt.

"So you see, I was your Christmas present that day, but you gave
me a present, too.  I've got to go.  My present's calling me."


The End

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