On the morning after Christmas, David rattled around the kitchen in a sweater vest, bow tie, and dark slacks. He wore and oven mitt on one hand like a mateless glove and periodically checked the stove to make sure his fudge was baking the way it ought to. In the living room, white lights and silver garland twinkled on the massive fir tree standing in the cortner, and soft music drifted from the high-fi on the end table.
It's the holiday season
And Santa Claus is coming 'round
The Christmas snow is white on the ground
When old Santa gets into town
He'll be coming down the chimney, down
Red stockings trimmed with white hung from the stone mantle and a low fire crackled in the hearth, the occasional knot popping like old bones pushed beyond their means. Outside, a blanket of snow covered the world and late season crows darted and wheeled through the iron gray sky like revelers who had yet to realize the party had ended hours before. David was almost eighteen had this was the first year he could remember where it had actually snowed on Christmas Eve. It started around sundown and kept on late into the night. David sat by his window in a straight back chair and watched out his bedroom window, enchanted in a way he had never been by snow. He was not an adult as far as years went but when you factor in maturity, he was closing in on fifty and the world had lost its magic long ago. The novelty of snow on Christmas, however, raked the dying embers of his own sense of wonder, and for a little while at least, he was again.
Opening the oven again, David peeked in and examined the pan of fudge, doing a few quick mathematical equations in his head. Almost done, he thought. He closed the oven, pulled the mitt off his hand, and dropped it onto the kitchen table. Andy Williams gave way to Perry Cuomo. He went to his immaculately ordered bedroom, opened the top dresser drawer, and took out a tiny, rectangular box wrapped in red and gold paper. He stuck it into his pocket, returned to the living room, and peered out the front window. Banks of dirty snow flanked the street and brown slush covered the pavement. Kids in caps and thick coats played in front yards and picked their way along half-shoveled sidewalks. David scanned the street and then went back into the kitchen.
Yesterday afternoon, after presents and before dinner, Lola texted to say that she wanted to come over this morning. "I have a present for you," she said.
"Conindicental, I have a present for you as well," David had responded.
You would never know by his easy and confident tone, but David had spent a great deal of time and effort to find the perfect gift for Lola. For someone else, it might have been easy, but not for him. Until very recently, he had exactly zero meaningful interactions with the opposite sex. Because of that, females were a mystery to him, and everything he "knew" came from the media and from rough guesses. He could assume what a girl might like, but he didn't know from experience, and that bothered his OCD. For nearly a month he agonized over what to get her. The other day, he ventured to the mall and spent four hours fighting his way through crowds of last minute shoppers, piped Christmas muzak, and gaudy decorations to find something. He finally stumbled across what he was looking for in a shop across from Santa's Village and catty corner to the food court.
He was so pleased with himself that until last night, when he laid down to sleep, he didn't even think to wonder what Lola had gotten him. He had a vague idea, but that was likely wishful thinking on his part.
Lola said she would be over at nine and presently, it was closing in on 8:45. His parents had both left for work over an hour ago, and David had the house to himself. He had never imagined in his wildest dreams that he would one day have a girl over, and the very concept of it excited him in a crude and primal way.
Some time ago, Lola "convinced" him to hack the homecoming election and help her become Homecoming Queen. Doing so violated his ethics, but she and her friends could be very persuasive. He broke down and did what they wanted, and ever since, they had been repaying him by sitting on his face, grinding his bare penis, and letting him see and touch their naked bodies. Things had never progressed beyond that, unfortunately, though David couldn't complain. The closest he came to having full on sex with one of them was the time Lola let him hotdog her butt in the shower. He was scant inches from penetrating her and he would have done it had he been a little more brazen and a lot less respectful. She moaned, panted, and rubbed herself needily, but she never told him he could enter her, so he didn't.
He had done various things with the other cheerleaders but Lola was his favorite. He liked the others and found them aesthetically pleasing, but Lola was the only one he truly felt for. That is, she was the one he thought of, longed for, and dreamed of. All of them made his heart race, but only she could set loose the butterflies caged in his stomach. He didn't know whether it was love, a crush, or something else, as he had precious little insight into male-female interpersonal relationships, but he did know that it was something special. If Lola agreed to be his girlfriend, he would happily stop seeing the others. She was all he really needed.
And all he really wanted.
When the fudge was ready, David donned his oven mitt, opened the oven, and sat the pan on the stove to cool. He turned the oven off and went to the fridge, which he opened. There were many leftovers from Christmas dinner, everything from stuffing and ham to pumpkin pie and cranberry sauce. Should he warm some of it up for Lola? He pictured greeting her with a candlelit meal and elegant music, and he smiled at his own smoothness. In his mind, he was taller, darker, and handsome, clad in a tuxedo with his hair slicked back. His glasses were randomly gone and some was his acne. Was it just him, or did he resemble a manlier and more handsome James Bond?
He decided against the food and closed the door. It was really early and she had probably already had breakfast. If not, he could always make it later.
While waiting for the fudge to cool, he went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth for the third time that morning, and then gargled with mouthwash. He put on even more deodorant and splashed himself with cologne. He checked his reflection in the mirror and pronounced himself ready.
Back in the kitchen, he took a knife from the butcher block beside the microwave and proceeded to cut the fudge into two dozen equally sized pieces. He was just finishing up when the doorbell rang. His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach and for a moment he froze up.
Was that her?
His mouth went suddenly dry and he swallowed thickly. He dropped the knife into the sink and hurried into the living room, stopping when he realized he was still wearing the mitt. The doorbell rang again, and he imagined Lola quickly growing impatient. She surely had better things to do with her time than to wait in the cold on his doorstep. He stripped the mitt off, ran it back into the kitchen, and tossed it onto the counter. He ran to the door, took a deep breath, and turned the handle.
On some level, David half expected that Lola would find a reason to beg off. Maybe he was insecure, maybe he had low self-esteem, but he took it as a matter of course that she wasn't as "into" him as he wanted to think. He was mildly surprised, and immensely ecstatic, when he opened the door and Lola was there, clad in a pink, fur lined parka, mittens, and stylish, knee high snow boots. Her cheeks were a rosy shade of pink and a little shiver went through her as she smiled. "Hey," she said.
David couldn't believe it.
She was here. She was actually here.
And they were alone.
"Can I come in?" she asked, bringing him back to earth, "it's really cold out here."
The clouds of steam puffing from her mouth as she spoke determined that to be the truth.
"Yeah," he said and stepped aside, "come in."
Lola came inside and hugged herself as David shut the door. She peeled her mittens off, shoved them into her jacket pocket, and took her cap off, letting her silky blonde hair fall free. "I am frozen," she said and unzipped her jacket. "I knew it was cold but wow."
David helped her out of the jacket and hung it up. Beneath, she wore a fuzzy pink sweater. She took off her boots and sat them aside. She had on thick wool socks. "You look cold," he said, not knowing what else to say.
"I am," Lola said. "Maybe you can warm me up."
A shit eating grin spread across David's face and he lowered his head to hide it from her. He shrugged one shoulder like a naughty little boy and said, "Maybe."
He assumed she was being dirty but he couldn't be sure, so he offered her hot cocoa instead of something more intimate. "That sounds wonderful," she said.
"I'll go get it," he said.
Lola sat on the couch and crossed her legs while David went into the kitchen and began to boil water. He checked the fudge, and it had cooled enough that it was firm and ready to eat. He forked ten pieces exactly onto a plate and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet. "Your tree's really pretty," Lola called from the living room.
"It was the prettiest thing in the house until you showed up," he said.
She laughed, sounding flattered. "I don't know what to say to that," she said.
David stirred their cocoa and brought it into the living room along with the plate of fudge. "You don't have to say anything," he said.
She smiled up at him but didn't say anything. He sat beside her, and she turned to face him. She gripped her mug in both hands and took a sip. "Did you get anything for Christmas?" she asked.
"A couple things," David said noncommittally. "You?"
Lola lifted and lowered one shoulder. "Eh. Not what I really wanted."
Now was the perfect moment, David decided. They don't come more obvious and gift wrapped than this. Reaching into his pocket, he took out the present and held it out to Lola. "What about this?" he asked.
Lola's face lit up and she carefully took the proffered box. "What is it?" she asked.
"Open it," David said.
She ripped off the wrapping paper to reveal an oblong black case. Her eyes sparkled with delight and she bit her lower lip as she opened it. Her breath caught and she looked at David. "It's beautiful,"
"Just like you," David said.
She reached inside and took out her present, a gold chair with a tiny pendant attached. LOLA was engraved across the front in raised letters. It caught the light from the tree and glinted like a disco ball. "Here," David said and took it, "I'll help you."
Lola dutifully turned around, reached behind her head, and moved her hair out of the way. It smelled sweet and fruity, and David's dick twitched, He put the chain around her neck and clasped it. She turned back around and looked down at it. "It's really nice," she said.
"I didn't really know what else to get you," David admitted.
"It's perfect," Lola assured him. "Now...my present to you."
Her eyes met his and her pink lips glistened in the light. For a moment, neither of them did anything, then she tilted her head to one side and moved in for the kill. Her lips touched his and his breath hitched slightly. Her tongue flicked into his mouth and he instantly began to massage it with his own, just like the many videos he'd watched on YouTube said. He cupped her cheek in his palm and deepened the kiss; she responded by flattening her hands on his chest and leaning into him; she was warm and soft, and David lovingly brushed her cheekbones with his thumbs.
The kiss broke and Lola smiled at him. His heart was crashing so hard that he could barely hear hus own voice when he spoke. "Wow," he breathed.
"That's not all," she said.
Getting up, she took him by the hand and led him into his bedroom. She pushed the door closed behind him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him again, lifting up on her tippy toes to reach his lips. David circled his arms around her waist and held her body tight to his, the closeness of her body bringing him to full mast. They made their way over to their bed, their lips still locked and their tongues tied in knots, then dropped on. Lola mounted him and stared down at him with a smutty smile, her blonde hair hanging down like a veil. She guided his hands up her sweater and his lungs gasped for air. Her breasts were like silk in his hands, and when his thumbs scraped her nipples, she gave a little shudder.
"That feels good," she panted.
He did it again and she jerked. Biting her bottom lip, she pushed his shirt up, leaned over, and peppered his stomach with wet, hungry kisses. When she reached his belt, she looked up at him with a mischievous simper and undid it with a flourish. She scooted down, unzipped his pants, and batted her eyes at the tent in his underwear. "Hi, David," she said. "Merry Christmas."
David expected her to rub him through his briefs like before, but instead, she yanked them down, freeing his dick. Before he could register what was happening, she was going down on him. The sensation of her wet mouth was unexpected and David's breath caught. She reached the base of his dick and bobbed her head slowly up, working his shaft with her lips as she did. She licked his head and went down again, swirling him around and letting him touch the back of her throat. David threaded his fingers through her hair and grazed his nails over her scalp. She loved it when he did that, and pretty soon, she spat him out and laid limp with her cheek against his stomach, her eyelids fluttering and drooling a mix of slobber and precum. She let out a long, pleasured moan and David's dick twitched so hard that it slapped her in the face. She smiled at it and wrapped her lips around it from the side. She looked up at him and got to her knees. She took off her sweater and tossed it aside.
Underneath, she naked, her breasts small and perfectly formed.
She struggled out of her pants and then her panties. David watched in shock, rooted in place. His dick, however, sensed the presence of Lola's core, and jumped for joy. She swung one leg over him and slid onto his lap. His dick rested against her stomach, just a hop, skip, and a jump away from her opening. She ran her hands up and down his chest. "I've never done this before," she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. "Be gentle with me and I'll be gentle with you, okay?"
David nodded.
Grabbing his dick, Lola brought it to her center and slowly sank herself onto it. His shaft spread her lips apart and disappeared into her boiling loins. Her walls scraped against him and her muscles went rigid, making it hard. Lola winced and hissed in pain, pausing here and there to let her body adjust. David liked to think he was somewhat competent at describing real, tangible things, but the feeling of fucking Lola escaped him and if you asked him, he would be reduced to crude and chilish similies. Imagine sticking your dick into a a snug tube filled with hot, sticky honey. That would begin, at best, to describe it.
At least, that was the first thing that flashed across his mind as she was lowering herself onto him.
He bottomed out, and Lola bent at the waist, her body squeezing him. She pressed her hands to his chest and he took her face in his hands. She was so beautiful and in that moment, he was overcome with a powerful and all-consuming emotion not unlike love. "Now what?" he asked.
"Now we rock our hips," she said.
They began to move together in a slow and uncertain rhythm like two virgin dancers fumbling their way through a first dance. David ran his hands up her flanks and kneaded her breasts; Lola bucked and thirsted with clumsy abandon, her face as pink as the panties she no longer wore. She flattened herself against him and he hugged her tight as they kissed. He rolled her onto her back and thrusted. Her breathing was ragged in his ear and her teeth grazed his shoulder. "Slow," she breathed, "slow."
He went slowly, back and forth, his dick raking her walls and stoking the embers of her arousal. She kissed and bit his neck, and her nails ran up and down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. She lifted into his thrusts and with every stroke of their bodies rubbing together, he lost himself to passion a little more. Soon, he was slamming into her and she was moaning his name in desperate little whispers. He tried to think of something else, but he couldn't get his mind off of her, and soon, his balls tightened in warning. He gave one final thrust, pulled out, and ejaculated all over her stomach. Lola bit her bottom lip, ghosted her hands over her breasts, and gyrated her hips, taking every drop of him onto her skin and loving it completely.
For a long time afterwards, David held her and drifted on the edge of sleep. Who knew sex could make you so drowsy? "What about the others?" he asked.
"They'll be here to give you your presents later," Lola said. Her voice was slow and thick with sleep. "I reallly wanted to be your first so I told them we were coming over at five."
They both laughed.
"I like all of them," David said. "But I like you the best. And I really like that we got to be alone."
Lola hummed. "Me too."
They held each other close and dosed, then had sex again. It was easier this time, and longer. They ate leftovers, cuddled, kissed, and did it again. They spent the entire day in that bed, everyone, and everything else forgotten as they relished each other's company.
It truly was the most wonderful time of the year.
THE END