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A Christmas Present (ff, true)
an autobiographical story
by kathy_wandering, 1998 (kathywandering@hotmail.com)
***
My bath was just starting to cool down when I heard a car coming
down the drive to the house. It was my best friend, Alyssa, coming to
visit and right on time, as usual. I smiled to myself and got out of
the whirlpool, drying off as I heard her make her way inside and
upstairs towards my room.
"Kathy?" she asked as she came into the bedroom.
"In here, Lyssa," I replied as I moved over to the shower stall.
She walked through the open door as I got in the shower and reached
for my razor. "I'm still getting ready. I wasn't expecting you quite
so soon," I lied.
Lyssa sat down on the makeup chair and watched me through the open
glass door. I was sitting on the built-in shower seat soaping my legs
and shaving them. Looking up at her, I smiled and said "Sorry. I felt
like relaxing and took a bit long in the tub."
She gave me one of her lovely smiles. "That's alright, I can wait."
She pushed her long dark hair away from her face as she glanced down to
look in her purse. Lyssa's a lovely woman, slim, about my height, with
a girlish figure and a lightness of movement that always draws a second
look from men -- and quite a few women.
I've known Lyssa since we were roommates in college. We were instant
friends when we met and have stayed so ever since. Despite my wildness
in college and the trouble it inevitably caused her, Lyssa's always been
there for me through thick and thin. Even eight years later she was
still my best friend. It was only two days ago that she had finally
confessed her secret to me.
We'd been drinking and messing around online with a few friends when
I decided it was time to jump in the hot tub outside. Casual nudity in
front of her is nothing new for me, but when I started stripping down
and challenged her to a race to the tub she blushed and fumbled with her
clothes. I hadn't really thought about it, but I realized then it'd
always been me nude, not Lyssa; at least not often.
"Come on, silly!," I teased and ran out the french doors, across the
balcony and down the stairs to the patio and the hot tub. I was almost
in the tub when I heard her bare feet padding down the stairs and looked
back to see her coming quickly towards me. I hopped in the tub and
caught a quick glimpse of her nudity as she slid in too.
"You forgot these, Kathy," she said and proudly held up a bottle of
champagne and two glasses.
I laughed. "Oh, and I thought you were just being shy."
She turned away from me, popping open the champagne and I realized
my best friend was blushing.
After we finished the bottle I was getting weepy. My marriage was
in a rough spot, I was tired and drunk, and I just needed a shoulder to
cry on. I spilled out all my feelings, cried a bit, and leaned against
her. She was holding me and telling me things would work out.
Lyssa got me out of the tub, helped me dry off, and walked me back
to the bedroom. She was so kind, so gentle, and I just needed that so
badly that I started crying all over again.
She pulled back the bed covers and had me get in and I was still
weepy. I looked up into her deep brown eyes and asked her to hold me.
She hesitated and then broke down.
"Oh my God, Kathy, I don't know if I can," she said and sat down on
the bed, a flood of tears pouring down her face.
I was startled by her reaction. How could I have made her cry?
"What's wrong, darling?," I asked softly, sitting up to hold her. "Tell
me."
She just looked at me, tears falling, and asked, "You really don't
know, Kathy?"
Somehow, I did know, but I didn't ever let it surface. We'd been
friends so long, so close, but I now, well, I did know why her feelings
were tearing her apart.
I wiped a tear from her cheek. "I think I just really realized it
now, tonight. Talk to me, Lyssa."
"I love you," she said, and with those words opened up a world of
revelations for me. "I have for eight years." Her head dropped and the
tears flowed and I pulled her into bed. We talked and hugged and shared
our feelings for an hour before we both fell asleep. I knew she loved
me, she wanted me, and I knew I was scared of losing my dearest friend.
And I confessed to her, too, all of that and how I just didn't know
where to go with all of these emotions. She was so kind and gentle with
me and listened and held me and let me sleep a deep, long, resting
sleep. It didn't seem to matter that we were naked; it just made me
feel closer.
And now it was two nights later and I'd decided what to do.
"Lyssa?," I asked, and she looked up from her rummaging through her
purse. "What would you like for Christmas?"
She gave me a small smile, started to say something, and then
laughed. "Oh, I don't know. You know me, anything will do. I'm surprised
you haven't found something already."
I kept shaving my legs, almost finished with them now. I stood up and
rinsed off, feeling Lyssa's eyes roaming over me.
I'm such a tease.
"Oh, I've thought of a few things," I said casually, as I braced one
foot on the seat, slightly turned from her, and began to apply shaving
cream to the top of my pubic mound. I keep myself fully shaved.
"Uh, yeah?" Lyssa mumbled as I started shaving.
"Yes, I thought maybe I'd get you one thing, but then I thought of
something else. You know, sometimes it's just so hard to decide," I
rambled aimlessly on, and then sat down, spread my legs wide and applied
shaving cream down one side of my lips.
I could hear Lyssa breathing just a few feet away, but I didn't look
over at her.
Gently, I ran the razor along, taking off what almost non-existent
stubble there was. Then I rinsed off and put more cream along my other
side, turning now so I was almost facing Lyssa.
Our conversation had ground to a halt. I was so turned on I almost
didn't have to rinse off, but I did, slowly running my hands over
myself, being sure every fold was fully clean. I slowly ran my fingers
all the way front to back and forwards again, raising my eyes to look
at Lyssa. She was staring at my pussy, open-mouthed and breathing hard.
I coyly closed my legs, stood up and did a quick all-over rinse.
Stepping out of the shower, I toweled myself off not saying a word.
Finally, I turned and walked into the bedroom. I heard Lyssa get up
behind me and could feel her walking slowly into the room. I turned and
faced her. "Now, turn around."
She looked startled and confused and actually cleared her throat.
"Around?," she said.
I spun my finger around and said "Yes, dear, turn around. Look the
other way." I could see the disbelief in her face as she did what I
asked. I almost giggled. After all that, really, what was left to hide?
Preparing myself quickly with the items I'd had ready, I took a quick
look in my mirror to be sure everything was just right, and took a deep
breath.
"Okey dokey, Lyssa," I said.
She turned. I was standing within arm's reach of her wearing nothing
but a bright red wide ribbon tied with a bow around my waist.
"Merry Christmas to my best friend!," I said.
She didn't waste any time unwrapping her present.
Hours later, as I lay gasping with yet another oncoming orgasm, my
face buried in my pillow, my ass high up in the air and Lyssa's tongue
swirling me into ecstasy once again, I thought of you, and how a present
can be given to a friend more than once, if it's the right kind.
Merry Christmas!