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Warning: this story contains much nudity and includes sexual relations 
between two women. If you find this offensive or if you are not of legal 
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All I Want for Xmas (f/f slight d/s)

The house was filled with the quiet darkness of night, with only a few 
lit candles providing illumination. The candlelight flickered over the 
walls as Bree sat next to the staircase, watching the ever changing 
shadows below her with a child's delight. Her eyes however, while 
fascinated with the reflections, were continually drawn back to the 
figure that now moved beside the Christmas tree--the red clad intruder 
which had also been the source of the noise that had awakened her 
earlier that evening.

Moving with an easy grace, the woman (the body's shape was unmistakable) 
finished her task and stood, making her way to the door. Bree's gaze 
followed her intently as she made her way across the room, stopping 
suddenly at the entrance to their home. Just before she reached for the 
doorhandle, she turned her head back and looked straight at Bree. 
Smiling eyes froze Bree in her hiding spot, and she found herself 
staring at an extremely beautiful face that laughed pleasantly back at 
her. Sadly, the vision ended as quickly as it had begun as the woman 
spun around again and left their house, closing the door behind her 
without a sound.

With the unquestioning acceptance of one so young, Bree's apprehension 
faded away as quickly as a snowflake on a warm day. Suddenly tired, she 
yawned quietly and made her way back to her bed, where she was soon 
sleeping happily once more.

***

Many years later, and now old enough to strike out on her own, Bree 
finally left home. Moving into her own place, she adapted relatively 
quickly to life by herself and the changes that it brought. But as her 
first Christmas alone approached, she found herself drawn back to the 
memory of that strange night when she was a child. Try as she might, she 
couldn't recall how old she had been when it had happened, and indeed, 
as time had separated her from it, she had begun to doubt that it had 
been anything more than a dream. Even though she had attempted, for 
years afterward, to catch a glimpse of anything on Christmas Eve. But 
she had always woken up the next morning disappointed in her quest.

By the time she was turning into a teenager she had stopped her 
vigilance each Christmas. The idea, though, had stayed with her long 
after she stopped believing in it. Being without any sisters, she had 
imagined a companion who would be there whenever she needed someone. The 
strange face from her childhood had been the perfect choice--someone 
that was her little secret, and whom she could talk to whenever she 
wanted.

This invisible friend hadn't lasted long though--only surviving until 
she had found close friends of her own in the real world. And as those 
high school years crept by she had grown slowly into a woman, willing 
now to confide of herself with very little reservation, and possessing a 
sense of self that was far beyond her years. Years later, she would 
always be amazed at the way, for her at least, the word 'confide' had 
grown slowly into the word 'confidence'.

One of the things she had discovered about herself was that she only 
became sexually aroused by persons of her own gender. It had mattered to 
her then as something by itself, but with the unasked for acceptance of 
those around her (and even some interest and fun experimentation), she 
had begun to see it not as something separate from herself, but as just 
a part of who she was--the same way her friends, straight or otherwise, 
unthinkingly accepted their own sexuality.

And now, spending her first Christmas by herself in unfamiliar 
surroundings, she had decided on the spur of the moment to have some fun 
and pretend once again that she was trying to catch a glimpse of one of 
these 'elves'. It was admittedly a strange thing to do, but she soon 
found herself enjoying it immensely. It had made this new, strange place 
of hers seem more like home, taking her back to a time when nothing more 
mattered than the simple concerns of a child.

Even more bizarre than her behaviour, though, was the discovery that 
she'd been right--that her supposed dream had been a real memory. For 
peeking into her living room right now she could see a female figure 
dressed mostly in red, crouching down beside the tree, with a large bag 
beside her that she was rummaging through. It was with a sense of 
somehow being outside of herself that Bree watched the girl's fluid 
movements.

It wasn't the same person that Bree remembered seeing when she was 
young--that much was readily apparent. This girl had bright red hair and 
seemed to be much younger, as evidenced by the smaller body and the 
seeming uncertainty she projected in doing her job. Studying her, Bree 
would see her often referring back to her list, rummaging through her 
bag looking for something, and then coming back up with a lovely little 
frown on her face.

Bree watched her with many similar emotions as from her first encounter, 
but this time there was another stronger sense that overshadowed the 
other feelings--that of desire. The girl's lithe figure, and the way her 
clothes fit over her body, especially her tight behind, left very little 
to the imagination. Bree didn't care--she was envisioning what that pert 
ass would look like in the flesh anyway. No visions of sugarplums for 
her on this night.

Bree stood up from her hiding spot and carefully walked out into the 
living room. The girl had her back turned as Bree approached, and Bree 
was quiet enough that the girl didn't seem to notice her, even as she 
came up to stand right behind her back.

"Hello," Bree said, and watched as the girl's body tensed for a moment, 
stopping in the middle of reaching into her bag. She stayed in that 
position for a moment, and then turned around slowly.

"Hi," she replied as she faced Bree, seeming a little embarrassed. Her 
features were almost angelic, Bree thought as she saw her up close for 
the first time. It was a perfect face, with a cute button nose and the 
smoothest skin Bree had ever seen.

"You look like you're new at this," Bree commented, shaking herself out 
of simply staring at the lovely vision in front of her.

"Yes. Usually you shouldn't see us at all, but I was having trouble 
finding your gift, and so I sort of..." the girl trailed off as she 
seemed to realize she'd been babbling a bit.

Bree jumped into the silence to save her from further embarrassment. 
"That's probably because I didn't know what I wanted until now."

"Well, Santa did say right here that he was uncertain about what to get 
you." She pulled out her list and got ready to write the request down on 
the page. "Go ahead."

"I want you."

The girl's face turned almost as red as her hair. "I'm not sure if I 
can...I've...I've got other presents to deliver." She smiled shyly back 
at Bree's interested stare, though, showing some curiosity toward the 
proposition.

"I know you've got a job to do. But doesn't that job also entail getting 
me what I want?" Bree suggested playfully.

"Yes, but-" She shook her head. "I'm not sure what to do--I'll have to 
call back to headquarters." She went to the phone and dialled a long 
number. After a little wait, she seemed to finally get a hold of someone 
and began to explain the problem. "...and so I don't know which job 
takes precedence.... Yes.... Oh...okay." As Bree watched her, she seemed 
to grow even more nervous as she stayed silent for a while. "Hello," she 
said in a voice a little too loud, making an unsuccessful attempt to 
hide her anxiousness. "I'm...yes. But how did you know?" Pause. 
"Oh...right. You're Santa. Of course." She brought her cute little hand 
up to her forehead and shook her head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry to 
bother you with it...yes...Merry Christmas to you too...okay, bye." She 
turned around and, unable to meet Bree's intense gaze, spoke with her 
eyes on the floor. "I guess I'm to be your Christmas present--they're 
sending-," a knock sounded at the door, "-someone over to finish for 
me," she trailed off as the door opened.

A man dressed in similar clothing to Bree's first visitor peeked around 
the door. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked as he caught 
sight of the two of them.

"No," Bree responded, "not yet anyway. Come on in."

He walked in and got busy gathering up her bag and things. His eyes 
scanned her list. "Good, there aren't that many left to do," he 
remarked. He turned and was on his way out when the girl spoke to his 
retreating back.

"Thanks for being so prompt," she said.

"You're welcome." He smiled. "Enjoy yourself." His smile grew even 
broader as he left.

Bree closed the door behind him and made sure it was shut tightly 
against the cool winter air. Finished, she sauntered slowly back over to 
where the girl stood, enjoying her nervous little mannerisms--the way 
she had trouble meeting Bree's gaze for more than a second, and the way 
she wrapped her arms around herself, her fists slowly clenching and 
unclenching.

"So what now?" she asked, breaking the heavy silence.

"Well, first, you might want to have some of the milk and cookies that I 
left out for you." Bree motioned over to the table, and the girl smiled 
at the offering.

"I always love it when people do that for me." She went over and got a 
glass and picked up a cookie from off the plate. Bree took the plate 
over toward the fireplace and set it on top of the mantle.

"Come over here and warm up while you eat." The girl mumbled a polite 
'thanks' and walked over to stand by the heat of the fire. "You must be 
very hungry and tired after that much work, hmm?" Bree had to force 
herself to make polite conversation and not follow her instincts, which 
were telling her right now to jump the girl and start ripping her 
clothes off. The girl nodded her head, oblivious to Bree's internal 
struggle, and reached for another cookie. "...and cold too, I'd think," 
Bree added when she gave no further response.

The girl looked down at her clothes. "Yeah," she agreed, taking in the 
shoes, socks, and bright red silk shorts that left most of her legs 
bare, and the matching shirt ending in a pair of thin red gloves. The 
outfit ended off with a tasselled touque that rested atop her head. "It 
doesn't look too warm, does it?"

"No, it's not really appropriate dress for this time of year," Bree 
concurred.

"Yeah, well we don't get cold on this night. A little gift to help us do 
our jobs better," the girl said, wiping a cookie crumb away from her 
mouth. "Mm, these are really good. Did you make them?"

"Yep, glad you like them."

"Delicious," the girl replied as she took another bite and had a drink 
of milk to go along with it. She turned to look out through the window 
as a strong gust of wind rattled the walls of the house. "Although I do 
feel a bit chilled when I hear the winds blow like that. At least we're 
lucky enough to be able to feel warmth when we come into people's homes. 
I always like finding houses like this with warm fireplaces to stand 
beside." She rubbed her legs where they'd been closest to the fire. "Now 
that's toasty." She smiled and looked at Bree.

Bree smiled back for a moment and then reached over with both her hands 
and took off the girl's touque and ran her hand through her short hair. 
"I was beginning to wonder if the damn thing was attached to your 
head--it was placed on too perfectly."

Setting her glass back down, the girl looked back at Bree and said, "I 
guess we should get started with...things."

"Now we don't have to get right to it like that," Bree replied. She was 
just beginning to realize that soon she would be seeing what this girl 
looked like lying naked on top of her bed sheets. It was an intoxicating 
feeling. "I could give you a little tour of the place first." It wasn't 
her preferred choice, but perhaps it might be best if she held herself 
back and let things build gradually.

"Okay." The girl nodded her head. "How about we start with the bedroom?" 
She gave a quirky little smile, and Bree pretended shock at her 
suggestion.

"Why you lecherous little thing, you," Bree said with comical gravity. 
"I might just have to teach you some manners young lady." Bree took hold 
of her wrist and pulled her along behind her as she made her way to her 
room. Once through the doorway, she drew the girl right up against her, 
and pressing their bodies close together she lowered her mouth down over 
the other's lips. Bree let her hand roam over the girl's back, blatantly 
grabbing her ass a number of times. Their bodies fit together perfectly, 
and Bree just loved the feel of her physique. It was so slim and 
straight, and so smooth to run her hand over. The skintight clothes 
turned her on even more. She slowed down on her kissing, and felt the 
girl take a little bit more of the lead in their lip movements. Finally, 
Bree had to pull away and come up for air. Her heart beat loudly as she 
moved back and let out a whoosh of air.

"Can we do that some more?" the girl asked as Bree no longer embraced 
her.

Bree chuckled softly, delighted at her eagerness. "As much as you want," 
Bree replied. "But there are other things we can do that will feel even 
better." Bree motioned her over to the bed. "I'm just going to go and 
get ready. You get in and relax and wait." The girl looked down at what 
she was wearing and then back up at Bree. "Don't worry," Bree said, 
anticipating her question, "you won't be needing any pajamas."

The girl looked a little apprehensive as Bree left the room, and Bree 
was glad she'd decided to let the girl first undress without someone 
there staring at her. Bree wandered into the bathroom, and began 
removing all her clothes, looking appreciatively at herself in the 
mirror when she finally stood naked in front of it. She slipped an extra 
long shirt over her head and enjoyed the comfortable protection it 
offered as it rested lightly against her skin, making sure to take her 
time and go slowly so that she wouldn't interrupt the girl upon her 
return.

She walked the hallway back to her room with a wonderful sense of her 
nakedness beneath the baggy shirt. That and the knowledge that an 
extremely pretty girl was waiting for her in her bedroom. She paused for 
a moment to savour the feeling.

Bree turned through the doorway and saw her bed. The girl lay covered in 
it and her clothes were stacked neatly on the chair in the corner.

"It's really warm and cozy," the girl said as she wriggled her body 
beneath the covers.

"Mm-hmm." Bree watched the girl's movements under the sheets with 
interest. She walked forward, and instead of getting in the bed she went 
up on top of the covers and crawled over to where the girl lay, 
effectively trapping her beneath the blankets. Straddling her, Bree 
gently lowered herself down on top of her body, sitting on the girl's 
ass. The girl's eyes looked back up at Bree as her head lay on its side, 
slightly nervous. Bree reached up and started pulling back the sheets. 
To her it had all the youthful excitement of opening a Christmas present 
as she slowly, inch by inch, exposed ever more of the girl's skin. From 
the girl's back down to the curve of her behind Bree let the blankets 
glide smoothly over her body, patiently unwrapping the lovely present. 
After the girl's ass was visible in all its glory, Bree simply threw the 
rest of the covers off, exposing her long legs as well.

Admiring the shape beneath her, Bree pulled her shirt up over her head 
and let her own body experience the same state of nakedness. Laying down 
on her side beside the girl, Bree placed her hand on the girl and helped 
guide her up onto her side as well so that she could finally see in full 
what her 'present' looked like.

Excepting her head, the girl had absolutely no hair on her body. Even 
the area between her legs was as bare as a young girl's. Her breasts 
were small but still quite full and round, and she had the most 
exquisite pair of nipples adorning them, which were already sticking out 
beautifully. Bree let her gaze wander over the girl's entire body, 
enjoying the erotic sight it presented.

The girl, on the other hand, had eyes for only one part of Bree's body. 
Or perhaps it would be better to say two parts, since she stared 
unmoving at Bree's breasts.

"They're so big," the girl remarked in awe.

Bree was a little taken aback by the statement. She had never considered 
her breasts to be bigger than average size. They had seemed to her to be 
nicely in the middle of the various shapes and sizes that she'd seen in 
her life. Perhaps, though, it was different for this strange girl, who 
might not have had any other examples except those like herself. It was 
admittedly a quite flattering compliment, since Bree had always 
considered that part of herself to be very sexy. But it was still a 
little unexpected.

The girl's hand came out and her fingertips made little indents in the 
flesh of Bree's breasts as she felt the objects of her admiration. Her 
eyes finally returned to Bree's face and she asked a little uncertainly, 
"Can I?" while her hand was already caught in the proverbial cookie jar.

Bree smiled, laughing to herself. *This bodes well*, she thought as she 
placed her hand over top of the girl's, giving unspoken permission as 
she helped guide the innocent exploration. The girl got her other hand 
into the action too as she probed Bree's other breast. Starting with 
light, almost ticklish caresses, the girl was soon grabbing almost 
roughly as she felt the weight of each breast.

"They're wonderful," the girl remarked as she showed no signs of losing 
interest in her breast play. Bree didn't mind, except that the girl 
wasn't paying any special attention to her nipples. The full mammary 
massage was a wonderful feeling, but her nipples jealously wanted all 
the attention for themselves.

Bree reached out and, deciding to take matters into her own hands, 
captured both pairs of her lover's nipples between her fingers. After a 
few moments rubbing, Bree discovered that the two of them hadn't been 
fully erect like she'd initially thought. Instead, the lovely buds grew 
from their present half-erect state 'til they were both about three 
quarters of an inch long. This fascinated Bree, and she began an assault 
on them: pinching, tweaking, and twisting the lengthy protrusions until 
the girl was smothered in an avalanche of sensation. From the way she 
was reacting, it seemed that her nipples were even more sensitive than 
Bree's were. The pleasure was so distracting to the girl that her hands 
completely stopped their movement and simply clamped down on Bree's 
breasts, mimicking a baby's need to grasp something.

Bree slowed her onslaught, and the girl seemed to finally get the idea 
as she too started to focus on the other's budding peaks. She was 
quickly and amply rewarded by deep moans coming from Bree as they both 
caressed one another; each trying, it seemed, to give the other more 
pleasure and win the little contest between them.

At last Bree, unable to take any more of the need between her legs, 
stopped what she'd been doing and moved over on top of her lover. The 
girl seemed to enjoy the view of the breasts and cleavage in front of 
her, and reached up to cup one as it hung down before her. Bree spread 
her legs wide and lowered her waist so that it came in contact with the 
girl below her. The rest of her body followed and her head came down, 
their lips coming together in a kiss, mirroring the other pair of lips 
between each of their legs. Squishing her breasts against the girl's 
chest, Bree began to hump the body underneath her, rubbing her clit 
against the smooth skin around her lover's beautiful pussy. Her wetness 
seeped out from between her lips while she finally got the satisfaction 
she'd been waiting for. Muffling any of the girl's protests with her 
mouth, Bree focused shamelessly on her own pleasure. Building up to a 
peak, she would then slow her movements a bit, letting the urgency of 
her need dissipate before starting to speed up again. This allowed her 
to let the wonderful sensations throughout her body last for a lot 
longer. Their lips were tightly clamped together, and their kiss was 
beginning to get almost rough. Bree's tongue was inside the girl's 
mouth, attacking every part of it and fighting with the other's tongue. 
Bree continued the speed up/slow down cycles for a while, teasingly, 
before finally letting herself slip over the edge. She shuddered and 
moaned deeply, her skin tingling all over her body, although no area 
more noticeable than her labia and clit. The pleasure in her groin grew 
until it was a constant source of bliss as her ass cheeks clenched 
tightly, grabbing at the air. She clung tightly to her lover, letting 
the elation take her higher, riding the waves as she breathed deeply to 
keep pace with her body's growing need. Immortal for the moment, her 
orgasm didn't start its decline for a wonderfully spacious time. As the 
intensity at last decreased, she slowed her motions in pace with the 
weakening sensations, until at last she was still.

"Oh my God," Bree whispered. She could feel the sweat and moisture 
between her body and her lover's, which were still pressed tightly 
together. Her legs were stuck to the bed sheets, and she peeled the 
cloth away as she looked straight into the girl's eyes below her. 
"Hopefully I didn't scrunch you there or anything. Sorry if I was a 
little too enthusiastic."

"Oh no," the girl answered. "I liked the feeling of being trapped under 
you like that."

"Really?" Bree let most of her full weight settle onto her lover's body.

Letting out an 'oomph', the girl, laughing, pushed up on Bree and 
finally wriggled her way out from beneath her. "That doesn't mean you 
have permission to crush me though," the girl gasped out when she'd 
escaped, smiling at the little game.

Bree rolled the rest of the way off her and onto her back. She looked 
over at the girl. "Come over here and sit down," Bree said, patting her 
stomach. The girl walked over on her knees and sat where she'd been 
told. She reached her hands down to the breasts that stood right in 
front of her crotch and began to play with them again, this time 
enjoying their different movements while Bree was lying on her back. 
Looking up at the girl towering above her, Bree revelled in the feeling 
she got as she lay submissively beneath her, all the while still 
experiencing the aftershocks from her incredible orgasm.

Bree reached forward with her hands and ran them up the pair of kneeling 
legs on either side of her. Her fingers met again at the girl's crotch, 
where she started running her thumb along the cute little labia there. 
She stayed purposefully away from the clit, that tiny kernel of need, 
and watched the building excitement in the girl. After a while Bree 
stopped her ministrations, and motioned the girl to come forward. She 
only moved up a little bit, however, not seeming to understand what was 
about to happen. So Bree slid herself down the rest of the way until her 
face was directly beneath the girl's privates. Putting her hands on the 
firm ass above her, Bree guided the girl's body down until she was 
within reaching distance of Bree's tongue. Staring lovingly at the 
beautiful sight a moment before starting, Bree finally stuck out her 
tongue and gave a long lick, going right from the bottom of her slit all 
the way to the top. Even before she finished, though, the girl had 
lifted herself away from Bree's reach, surprised by the sensation.

"Oh my," Bree heard the girl say faintly, and then was staring at her 
face as she moved aside to look down at Bree for a moment. Without 
another word, though, she had placed herself back in the same position 
Bree had initially put her in. Bree had found it fun to watch her try to 
settle back down, for she had tried hard not to disturb Bree at all. 
Very mechanical and precise, the girl had returned to the spot where 
Bree had originally wanted her, doing everything possible to make sure 
that Bree would repeat the action. Smiling to herself, Bree grabbed the 
girl's ass again and stretched her tongue out, following the same path 
she had previously taken. Through her hands and the bed beneath her, 
Bree felt her lover tremble powerfully at the touch, and have to fight 
hard to keep herself from pulling away again. Bree kept lapping away, 
but always made sure to stop for a bit, laying kisses all over the 
sensitive lips, before beginning her assault again to even louder moans. 
Finally, deciding to bring it all to a climax, Bree opened her mouth 
wide and captured most of the fleshy area in her mouth, sucking it in. 
Her tongue snaked out and found the clit, flicking it back and forth as 
fast as she could. The girl shuddered and gasped, pushing down hard on 
Bree's jaw and forcing her head back against the mattress. Bree just 
kept right on working, trying to make the orgasm last as long as she 
could. Ignoring the pressure, Bree pushed back and made her sore muscles 
keep moving, giving her lover the contact she needed.

When the girl at last raised herself off of Bree, she moved very slowly 
over to Bree's side, and lay down there. Bree, too, got up and shuffled 
over top of the girl, lying down on her other side, where the sheets 
were still nicely dry and cool. Bree ran her fingers through her lover's 
smooth hair, relaxing as she stared lovingly at the beautiful figure 
next to her.

The girl looked back at Bree, with a huge smile painted on her face. "My 
legs feel wonderful," she said, speaking in a throaty languid voice. "Is 
that supposed to happen?"

"Yes it is. Although most people don't climax quite as strongly as you 
seemed to there."

"Oh. Did I do something wrong then?"

"No," Bree laughed. "There's nothing that could be more right in fact. 
You are so sexy..." Bree murmured as she moved herself down to stare 
between the girl's legs. "And you've got such a beautiful little vagina 
here. I'll have to remember to be careful when I put anything inside 
it."

"Can you do that now then? It sounds like fun."

Bree smiled. "Sorry, but not right now."

"Why not?"

"Well, this is the way I first learned about sex, you see. Just simple 
touching really. It's the best way to learn I think. And anyway, it'll 
be a lot more fun if we saved the other...uh, 'kinkier' stuff for other 
nights--okay?"

"Sure." The girl looked disappointed for a moment, but then, smiling 
once more, she reached out and pulled Bree's head back down to her 
crotch. "Only if you make it up to me, though."

Bree laughed and twisted her head out of the girl's grip, and went on to 
capture both of the girl's wrists in her right hand, barely fitting her 
fingers around them. "I thought I was supposed to be the one in charge 
here," Bree said as she moved her body up and lowered herself down on 
top of her lover.

"Sorry," the girl replied, looking anything but apologetic as she smiled 
back up at Bree. Bree felt the girl's body move beneath her as it 
sensuously rubbed itself up against the weight on top of it. Stretching 
her neck, Bree kissed the girl's forehead, and then, on a whim, she 
travelled lower to lick the thin red eyebrows that she had felt rubbing 
against her chin. It was almost like she was trying to groom them, she 
thought to herself as she ran her tongue across the cute features. 

"That tickles," a voice rose from underneath her, and Bree saw the 
girl's brow furrow as she wriggled to try and avoid the wetness. Bree 
released her lover's wrists so that she was able to bring her hands up 
and wipe the moisture away from the area, scratching lightly to get rid 
of the itch.

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