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Archive name: xmas21.txt (xmas, MF, college, wife, 1st)
Authors name: E.Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)
Story title : Mike's Present

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Mike's Present (Xmas, MF, college, wife, 1st) 
by E.Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)

***

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


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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