From the darkness of sweet oblivion she awakened to gnawing pain. It took her some time to realize she was lying on the floor in the living room. She tried to sit up, but a lancing pain her side nearly caused her to scream. When she did manage to sit up she had to hold her arm tightly to her side, there was no doubt in her mind that ribs were broken. Her left eye was swollen shut and she could taste the unmistakable metallic taste of blood in her mouth.
It was only when she realized she was naked from the waist down that her dazed mind began to function and when it did the memories crashed in on her like a violent surf.
She and Damon, her husband of almost two years had been arguing. This time it had been about money. He had been unemployed for six months and the small amount she made at the local community college wasn’t enough to make rent, much less utilities and food. She remembered screaming at him for spending the money she had set aside for rent on an evening at the bar with his buddies. The holidays were coming and she hadn’t even managed to sock enough away for presents for her family. His squandering of the rent money had set her off. Normally she was very shy and submissive, but that had been the last straw. She hadn’t realized he was still drunk or she might have held her tongue even then.
This time his angry words had ended in violence; she had not even seen the backhanded slap that sent her crashing into the glass top coffee table. Lori began to cry as she remembered him hitting her again and again until the blows seemed like they would never stop. He was cursing and screaming at her as he methodically beat her and even after she curled up into a ball to protect herself the blows kept coming. She barely remembered him ripping her jeans and panties off. Thankfully he had been too drunk to get an erection after he quit beating her and she passed out as he stumbled off towards the bedroom.
She remembered the predictions of her mother, that he would kill her one of these days as she painfully rose to her feet. Lori had not listened. Damon had been everything she had wanted. He was wild, handsome and exciting. She had never been turned on by “nice guys” and had always gravitated to the bad boys. Now she knew her mother had been right and she had to get away. Damon had hit her before, but had always seemed contrite and promised to change his ways. Lori had always stayed and forgiven him. This time had been different, he hadn’t stopped after one, and the blows had just kept coming. Lori was a small girl to begin with and months on short rations had left her even more frail than normal. Damon was a large man and in his rage the blows he landed had seriously hurt her.
She staggered to the cramped bathroom, kicking piles of empty pizza boxes and empty beer cans out of her way. The face that greeted her in the mirror shocked her. Her nose was obviously broken, both eyes were black and the left one was swollen shut. Her lips were covered in a crust of blood, her dark hair was matted where the blood from her nose had run down into it and one cheek was deeply cut and still oozing blood. Each breath was a new adventure in pain and she knew a tooth was either broken or missing.
She considered briefly just lying down on the cold tile floor and giving up, but something inside told her that to give up now was to die and so she stumbled into the bedroom. Damon was passed out on the bed with stained boxers and an empty fifth of cheap whiskey still clutched in his hand. Those hands were bloody and the knuckles were swollen.
Lori quietly removed the small bag she usually kept her books in and went to her dresser. She grabbed what was there, a pair of old bras, an unopened package of cotton panties, two clean t-shirts and one pair of jeans. The rest of her meager wardrobe was dirty. Damon considered washing to be “woman’s work” and with her working full time the laundry hadn’t been done in a week or two. From the overflowing hamper she grabbed her only other pair of jeans and a pair of socks. She took her shoes from the closet, a pair of sneakers and one pair of heels. She dressed quickly and glanced around the room for anything else that was hers. The photo of her and her father and her one Cd were all she could find and she stuffed them into her bag. She looked for her jacket but, it was nowhere to be found and when Damon stirred she decided she could live without it.
As she made her way back to the front door she paused and glanced around the room. The place was a wreck and it was obvious that Damon had demolished more than her body in his rage. Strangely, the sickly Christmas tree in the corner had not been damaged; the gaily winking lights added a surreal quality to the scene. As did the two beautifully wrapped gifts under the tree, both from her to him.
Where am I going? she thought as she closed the door and began walking. She had cut off everyone to be with Damon, her family, her friends, everyone. She was far from home and had practically no money. Several times such thoughts had stopped her from walking out, but now she knew he would kill her one of these nights if she stayed. She hated to admit her marriage was a failure and that everyone had been right all along, but she had to now. That hurt even more than the ribs or her face. She was alone in a strange state and had no one she could call on for help.
A single named leaped to her mind, Margaret. She and Maggie had been best friends since grade school. Damon had been insanely jealous of their close friendship and had forbidden her to speak to Maggie ever again. Lori had complied, even though it hurt and Maggie’s sorrowful expression still haunted her when she remembered that last night out together. She wondered if that was a bridge burned or if they were still best friends despite over a year of not communicating. Maggie lived in Manhattan and was the closest person she knew. She could call her mom back in Tennessee, but there would be little her folks could do for her immediately. She stopped at the convenience store on the corner and went into the phone booth. After a few tries she fished some quarters out of her bag and deposited them. She heard the hum and metallic clicking sounds as she dialed zero.
“Thank you for using Verizon, how may I help you?” the somewhat haggard voice said.
“I’d like to place a collect call,” Lori managed. Her tongue seemed to stick to the roof of her mouth and she knew she was slurring. With an effort she swallowed and cleared her head. It was cold and the rising wind seemed to cut through her thin shirt and jeans. December was still a week away, but you couldn’t tell from the steadily falling temperature. At least the cold was helping to clear her head.
“All right, just dial your number and at the tone say your name. Once your party picks up you will be put on hold while they accept,”
Lori suddenly realized she couldn’t remember the number. She didn’t have it written down anywhere either. When they were still close she had dialed the number at least twice a week, she closed her eyes and just let her fingers hit the buttons. She hoped they had better recall than her foggy brain. There were several rings then a sleepy “hello?” the line went dead.
“Please state your name,” came over the line followed by a tone.
“Lori..Lori Cartwright,” she managed. She was put on hold and it seemed an eternity before she was reconnected.
“Thank you for using Verizon,” the operator said and then there was quiet.
“Maggie?” Lori asked after a long pause.
“Lori? What’s wrong?” The voice was soft, concerned and without a trace of distance or anger. She broke down then, telling Maggie everything through her sobs. When she finished there was silence at the end of the line for a few moments.
“All right honey, stop crying. Where are you?”
“At the quick stop in Fort Montgomery,”
“That’s on nine-W, right?”
“Yes, just past the Bear Mountain Bridge,”
“Are you in any danger where you are now?”
“No, I don’t think so. There is nothing moving here. I’m just afraid he will wake up and come looking for me and I’m cold,”
“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon,” she said and the line went dead.
The next forty-five minutes seemed like an eternity to Lori. She was torn between hiding and trying to see if it was Maggie each time a pair of headlights topped the hill. When Margaret’s sleek black jaguar pulled into the parking lot and rolled to a halt Lori simply collapsed into a heap inside the phone booth. Relief flooded her body and with it the adrenaline that had been keeping her upright seemed to give out. The door opened and Margaret hurried to her.
“My God!” she said. Lori was shivering frightfully and could only dimly see her friend’s features in the weak light from the phone booth. Margaret was a tall woman with aquiline features and black hair that was beginning to show a little gray. Somehow she managed to get Lori into the car. The interior was warm and the small woman faded out once her shivering stopped.
When she came to again she was lying in a hospital bed. A nurse smiled encouragingly at her and then shook Margaret awake. The tall woman had been dozing in a chair next to her bed.
“Thank you,” Lori said after the nurse departed. The words were so soft she wasn’t sure Maggie had heard them, but the tall woman nodded and rose. She moved to the side of the bed and gently squeezed Lori’s hand.
“Don’t try to talk, save your strength, I’ll tell you what’s going on. You’re at Columbia Pres, in the ER. Your ribs aren’t broken, just cracked. Your nose has been reset and should be fine and you have some stitches. A police officer is waiting outside to take your statement,”
“I couldn’t do that to Damon,” Lori said.
“You can and you will. I’ve stood back and watched this long enough and I’ve had it,” she said. Lori tried to speak, but Margaret placed a finger over her lips.
“I love you Lori, I have for a long time. I sat back and let this happen, hoping you would see, but it took him nearly killing you to open your eyes. I won’t let you go back to him so he can finish the job and I mean that. If you don’t press charges I will pick up the phone and call your brothers,” she said with a determined expression.
Lori shuddered at the thought. Her two brothers both worked at a rock quarry and either of them dwarfed Damon. They loved her dearly and had hated him from day one. If they found out he had laid a hand on her they would both be up here on the next flight. Knowing their tempers and intelligence the odds were good no one would ever find the body. She felt that she should have resented Margaret for taking such a highhanded approach, but she didn’t. She had never been very assertive and it actually felt kind of nice to have someone else making the decisions for her. Being the one making all the calls for the last six months had left her nerves frayed and she was mentally and emotionally fatigued.
A policewoman entered the little room with a pad and took her statement. Lori was surprised to find it took a lot out of her just to answer the questions. A couple of times she almost faltered, but Margaret’s hand was on her shoulder and always gave a reassuring squeeze. As the officer left and the nurse slid a hypodermic needle into the IV bag, Lori realized she had burned another bridge. For better of worse, she could never go back to Damon now.
— Lori was released from the hospital on the 21st. Maggie was waiting in the lobby with a half dozen long stem roses. She wore a white top and black leather pants that accentuated her hips and a long over coat that fell to just below her knees. The white top showed off her large full breasts and Lori realized just how beautiful Margaret could be when she wanted. The tall woman smiled and thrust the flowers into Lori’s hand while taking her small bag. The flowers were beautiful and smelled wonderful; she couldn’t remember ever getting flowers before and she realized now why girls loved to get them. They weren’t only beautiful; they just made you feel special.
“What are these for?” Lori asked as she followed Maggie to the big glass revolving doors.
“Do I need a reason? They’re just beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman, but if you need a reason then consider them congratulations on your divorce,” Maggie said dryly.
“It isn’t finalized yet,” Lori observed. It was snowing outside and very over cast. She could see the plow going past and Maggie’s Jag parked under the canopy.
“Might as well be. Gloria put the screws to Damon, he isn’t contesting it and gave you all you wanted. It was that or serious jail time,” Maggie said. Lori just nodded, she hadn’t been able to afford a lawyer, but Maggie had a lot of friends in the city including Gloria Sovic. She was one of the top divorce lawyers in the state and took Lori’s case for free. Damon was forced by the agreement to give her half their assets, get a job and pay her six hundred a month for the next year while she got back on her feet and was bared from coming within one thousand feet of her. Maggie stopped at the door and turned to Lori.
“Just let me get the door open for you, then hurry, it’s really frigid out today,” she said. Lori watched as Margaret glided out to the car and opened the passenger door. Lori noticed for the first time how graceful Margaret was and how elegant she looked. Margaret tossed the small bag into the back seat and then motioned to Lori. It was cold out, the wind seemed to slice through her clothing and she was shivering when she made it to the car and she sank into the deep leather seat. Maggie closed the door and walked around the car. She got in and smoothly accelerated out onto the dirty road, easily negotiating the heavy traffic. The interior of the car was deliciously warm and the soft strains of Beethoven’s Fur Else filled the cabin. Outside it was all dingy and gray, but Lori felt curiously buoyant and happy.
“So now what?” she asked. Maggie eyes never left the road.
“Well, that’s up to you really. I was hoping you would stay at my place for a while, but your folks have offered to wire the money for a plane ticket home if you would rather,”
Lori considered that. While she would love to see her folks again, there was really nothing for her back home. If she went she probably wouldn’t come back as it seemed there was nothing for her in New York either. Or maybe there was. Reconnecting with Maggie had awakened something inside her. She wasn’t sure what it was yet, but it was comfortable, pleasant, mildly exciting and worth investigating further.
“I don’t feel like flying,” she said carefully. Margaret smiled and nodded.
“Great, I didn’t feel like spending Christmas alone,”
Maggie lived in a neat little brownstone. Lori found she loved the small apartment with its cozy atmosphere and soft furnishings. She slept the first night in the small guest room. It had a double bed, dresser, vanity and a comfortable overstuffed chair. Lori usually didn’t sleep well away from home, but she felt comfortable here and fell asleep in no time.
The following day Margaret dragged her out of bed early and took her shopping. At first Lori wasn’t happy, but the bright lights, happy people and extravagant decorations soon had her smiling and enjoying herself. Christmas music was everywhere and there seemed to be a Santa on every corner. Margaret seemed to be in the spirit and even had them both stand in line for an hour to get a picture taken with Santa. It was childish, but Lori realized that for a long time now her life had been devoid of simple pleasures. The whole day turned out to be grand.
They bought a fake Christmas tree, boxes of decorations, strings of lights, an angel for the top of the tree, Christmas Cds, DVD’s of their favorite Christmas shows from when they were children and a fruitcake. On the way home Margaret stopped and picked up eggnog at the deli and rum at the package store. Lori felt kind of guilty, letting Maggie buy everything, but Margaret would hear none of it and after a few mild protests Lori forgot about it.
Once they got all the boxes into the apartment they cleared a space and Lori began to set up the tree while Margaret made eggnog. The laughed, drank, listened to Christmas songs and managed to get tangled up in the lights. It took hours to get the tree decorated and once done they curled up on the floor and watched Christmas movies, reminiscing about doing the exact same thing when they were kids. Lori was relaxed and a little buzzed; she had not had this much fun in forever it seemed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had shared honest laughter with someone or felt so happy.
Margaret had gotten quiet and as the movie ended she turned and without warning leaned over and kissed Lori. The small girl was surprised, but her lips parted of their own accord. Margaret’s hands came to her cheeks and Lori’s went to her friend’s shoulders as what started as a peck turned into a deep soul kiss. When it broke Lori was breathless and aroused, but Maggie just smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Lori snuggled up close and the rest of the evening passed watching movies. When the last one was over Margaret killed the television and lead Lori to her room.
The tall woman disappeared into her bathroom and returned in a nightshirt. She handed Lori a very daring nightie, which the small woman put on in the bathroom. When she was done brushing her teeth she returned to a darkened bedroom to find Margaret in bed already with the covers turned back. Lori hesitated only a moment before joining her in the big bed. The tall woman wrapped her up in her arms and Lori waited expectantly, but nothing happened and soon she could tell from the even breathing that Margaret was asleep.
The next day Margaret dragged her out again, although this time she was far less reluctant. Today her friend seemed to be on a mission and that mission was to get Lori an entire new wardrobe. Shoes, dresses, tops, skirts, jeans, lingerie, makeup and even some racy bedroom things. By the time they got home Lori was exhausted, but it was a happy kind of exhausted. The evening was spent in much the same way, watching old movies and just getting used to each other again, but there was a new note in it. An under current that Lori recognized as the way two people felt each other out before making a move. She had never considered lesbianism before, but she realized that she found Margaret attractive and by the end of the evening was actually hoping her friend would try something with her. For the second night in a row they slept in the same bed and for the second night Lori’s private hopes were frustrated by Margaret being a perfect gentlewoman.
The 24th dawned and Maggie again pulled her from her warm bed. This time it was a trip to the spa where she got a manicure, pedicure, massage, leg waxing, and finally a makeover and new hair do. When they got in Maggie made eggnog and spiked it with rum.
They both sat and watched Christmas shows until it started to get dark out. Maggie excused herself and left Lori alone with her thoughts. These last few days had been the happiest she had ever spent and for the first time since she learned there was no Santa Claus she was in a festive holiday mood. She had forgotten how much fun she had when she was around Margaret and how wonderful life could be. She felt giddy and giggly and realized she was acting like a schoolgirl. Not just that, she was acting like a schoolgirl falling in love.
The thought should have been sobering, but it wasn’t. Lori didn’t care, she knew in her heart she was falling for her best friend. Admitting it to herself had been the hard part, but now that she had she wondered how to act on it. She felt certain Margaret felt the same way, but she just had no idea where to go from here. She would have to think about it later, right now she was just too mellow and content to let anything worry her. Maybe tonight, once the lights were off and she was snuggled up she would find the courage to try another kiss with Margaret.
Lori sat on the sofa and stared at the tree. The merrily winking lights were mesmerizing as they were reflected off ornaments and tinsel and played off each other. One string seemed to chase another, while another seemed to be winking. White Christmas was playing in the background and her half empty glass of eggnog sat on the side table. There were a large number of gifts under the tree, all wrapped in shiny paper that caught the warmth of the twinkling lights. Those hadn’t been there the night before; it was funny that Lori had just noticed them. Maggie had dimmed the overhead lighting before she left and Lori was wondering what her friend was up to.
“Merry Christmas,” the tall woman said as she entered the living room. Lori looked up and gasped. Margaret wore black boots that came up to her knees with a fringe of white fur. Her red stockings had Christmas trees embroidered into them and were held up by a red garterbelt. Over the garters she wore a green thong with a sprig of mistletoe embroidered on the top of the front panel. Over her shoulders she wore a red satin jacket with fur at the cuffs. It was open and revealed most of her full breasts. A red stocking cap with a white fur ball at the point sat on her head. She held a red bag over her shoulder and had on black satin mittens. To top it all off she wore a fake beard and clenched a corncob pipe in her teeth.
“Merry Christmas,” Lori managed. Maggie made an incredibly sexy Santa and Lori felt stirrings in her tummy that were familiar, but not familiar.
Maggie laughed and put her bag down. She went to the tree and dug out several boxes, which she placed on the sofa and then she sat down and opened her arms wide.
“Come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want,” She said with a mischievous smile. Lori giggled and sat in her lap, feeling the electric contact when her bare thighs touched Maggie’s.
“So what do you want for Christmas little girl?”
“I don’t know,” Lori replied.
“Well, lets start with this,” Santa said and handed her a small flat box wrapped in silver paper and tied up with pink ribbons. Despite her age Lori tore into it with an almost girlish delight. Inside the box she found sheer white stockings. She cocked her head and looked quizzically at “Santa”, but Mags only smiled and handed her a second box.
Lori opened this one to find a white thong, much like Maggie’s with the mistletoe design at the top. More boxes followed in quick succession; white high heels with ankle straps, a white corset with merry X-mas worked into the lace trim at the bottom, white choker with a Christmas tree hanging down from it, white opera gloves and the last box held a white hat that seemed to be a duplicate of Maggie’s except the little fluff ball was red.
“What are you up to?” Lori asked, but Maggie only smiled.
“Go try them on,” she said in a breathy whisper. Lori gathered up her gifts and went to the bedroom. After a few tries she realized she needed help with the corset. She pulled on some warm-ups and went back out to the living room. Maggie was just setting fresh glasses of eggnog on the table.
“I need some help,” Lori said. Maggie nodded and soon Lori found herself securely laced into the corset. As she walked back to her room she noticed how it made her stand straighter and how it nipped her waist and thrust her breasts out. Getting her stockings on was difficult because she couldn’t bend at the waist, but she managed. Once she got the garter clasps done she tried the heels. She was learning how to bend and stretch in the corset and they were less of a problem than she had feared. She pulled the thong up and felt a little thrill at the way it cupped her pussy and tickled her anus. She had never worn one before and was unused to it. She donned the gloves, choker and finally the cap and then returned to the living room.
Margaret sat on the sofa watching the snow fall, she looked up and smiled when Lori entered the room and then patted the sofa next to her. Lori felt an air of excitement in the room, one that sent a thrill through her body. She gingerly sat on the sofa and curled up next to Margaret. For a long time they just sat there watching the snow fall.
“You look delightful,” Margaret said at last.
“Thank you, so do you,” Lori replied. The silence returned as they just enjoyed the warmth of each other’s body and the beauty of the snow as it blanketed the small park outside the window.
Lori felt safe, secure and protected. She had never felt so comfortable before and yet, there was more to it. There are times in everyone’s life when the truth hits them like a ton of bricks and this was just such a time for Lori. She realized she felt more for Margaret than just friendship, more than even lust, she realized she was in love. She had no idea how to pursue it, but she was determined to try. She started to say something several times, but the right words just wouldn’t come. She remembered the question “Santa” had asked earlier and suddenly an idea of how to broach the subject came to her.
“Santa, I think I know what I want,” she said quietly.
“What’s that?” Margaret said, turning those soft brown eyes on her.
“You,” Lori said quietly. Margaret turned back to the window and said nothing. Lori was beginning to think she had made a mistake when Margaret began to speak.
“You don’t know how I have longed to hear you say those words. I’ve been in love with you since Jr. high. It nearly killed me when you married Damon, but I held out hope. Then you cut me out of your life and I spent a year trying to reconcile that with my feelings. Now you’re here, saying you want me and I want you too, but I can’t help but fear you’ll cut me loose again as soon as another jerk comes into your life. I’ve built a successful life here in New York and there’s room for you in it, but if you leave me again I just don’t think I could handle that,”
“Did you ever consider I might not want to leave if you had just told me how you felt?” Lori asked as she gently touched Margaret on the arm. Margaret turned to her and looked deeply into her eyes.
“I love you Lori. I want to make love to you right here and I want to have you with me forever,” she said. Lori considered it carefully before responding. Perhaps it was the Christmas spirit or the good cheer of the holidays, but whatever the reason she found in her heart that the answer was self-evident.
“I don’t know what to do Mags or how two women make love, but if you want me, I’m yours. I’m tired of being hurt, tired of being scared and tired of working to make a go of a relationship where I do all the giving. You have always given to me and never asked for anything in return. You’ve never hurt me or scared me and you’re always there when I need you. If you’re willing to show me, I’m willing to learn,”
Margaret smiled so warmly that Lori felt her heart would melt. She snuggled into the taller woman’s embrace and looked up expectantly. Margaret hesitantly lowered her head and their lips met for the second time. She felt Margaret’s thin lips press against her own full ones and then the little thrill when the tip of Margaret’s tongue slipped along hers. Lori’s lips parted and Margaret’s tongue slipped between them and into her mouth.
Margaret’s arms felt good around her shoulders and Lori’s hands slipped inside the short jacket to caress the tall woman’s sides. As the kiss deepened her hands moved up and tentatively cupped Margaret’s full breasts. The skin was satiny soft and warm even through her mittens. Lori could feel the weight of Margaret’s breasts and gentle squeezing of the resilient flesh fascinated her. Margaret’s tongue was actively exploring her mouth and her heartbeat was rising.
Margaret broke the kiss and shrugged out of her jacket. Both of them removed their gloves and then Margaret held her breasts up and out like an offering of the magi and Lori bent to kiss them. The skin was warm and smooth on her lips, but the aureoles were puckered and rough. When her tongue found the stiff nipple she sucked it into her mouth. Margaret moaned softly and her hands tugged the cups of Lori’s corset down below her own breasts. For a timeless period they remained like that, Lori sucking, licking and tonguing Margaret’s nipples while the taller woman kneaded her breasts and rolled the sensitive nipples between her fingers. Lori raised her head again and they began kissing, this time it was hungry and both of them were kneading each other’s breasts.
Margaret broke the kiss, kissed along her neck, down the slope of her breast and when she took one of Lori’s nipples into her mouth the smaller girl moaned. Margaret’s tongue and mouth were every active and soon Lori could feel the mounting tension in her lower back and the slickness of her pussy. Suddenly curious she reached down and cupped Margaret’s pussy, feeling the slick satin sent a thrill through her. Margaret gasped and broke the kiss.
“You little minx, and here I thought you were shy and inexperienced,” she whispered.
“I am shy and inexperienced, but my body feels like it’s on fire,” Lori replied in a throaty whisper. Margaret nodded and gently pushed her onto her back. She then crawled up her body and straddled her head. Sitting up on her knees she smiled down and gently fingered the delicate embroidery on her thong.
“Know what this is?” she asked quietly. When Lori shook her head Margaret smiled devilishly.
“It’s mistletoe, and you know the tradition, don’t you?”
“What tradition?” Lori asked in confusion. Margaret pulled the damp satin to one side and said.
“You have to kiss me under the mistletoe,” she said with a smirk. Lori burst out laughing, but nodded. She had never seen another woman’s pussy up close before. She didn’t have much time to look as Margaret settled her pussy onto Lori’s lips. Looking up Margaret’s body, through her dark pubic curls, past her lovely breasts to see those deep brown eyes and the smile made Lori’s heart sing. She wasn’t sure what to do, but simply stuck her tongue out and began to lick. Margaret’s pussy was satiny under her tongue and the flavor was a curious combination of sweet, musky, tangy and salt. Lori found she loved it and began to lick with more force, seeking out pockets of the flavor and causing Margaret to shudder and moan.
Margaret pulled off her before she came, which aggravated Lori, she had been looking forward to bringing Margaret pleasure, but the taller woman simply stripped off her thong, and then pulled Lori’s off too. She reversed her body and settled back down. This time Lori was able to examine her lover’s pussy up close. Margaret’s mound was fat and her lips prominent. They gaped open to reveal the bright pink inner folds. These were covered with a shiny wetness that Lori knew was partially the women’s juices and partially her own saliva. She didn’t have time to be embarrassed though.
Lori literally jumped when she felt Margaret’s tongue on her pussy. Lori returned to delicately lapping at Margaret’s pussy, but her concentration was broken again and again by her lover’s tongue brushing her clit. The taller woman seemed to know exactly what she was doing and soon zeroed in on the outrageously sensitive little pebble. Lori cried out, losing contact with Margaret’s pussy as her body thrashed and she tossed her head from side to side. She was riding an ever increasing wave and when it broke she shuddered. No orgasm brought by her hands or her husband could even come close to the intensity of this one, it rocked her world, shattering her ideas of what bliss was. She felt herself carried away on a rising tide of pure pleasure and how long she remained in that wonderful place she would never know. When she came back down Margaret was holding her and stroking her cheek.
“That was incredible,” the small woman said between shuddering gasps.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Margaret said with a Cheshire cat smile.
“I want to make you feel that good,” Lori said as she struggled to get control of her twitching limbs.
“You already have, just by saying you wanted to be with me,” Margaret whispered.
“No, I want to make you feel that good, besides I still owe you a Christmas present and it’s getting close to Christmas,”
“Well, you could let me fuck you silly,”
“Is that what you really want for Christmas?”
“More than anything,”
“Then you shall have it,” Lori said with a determined expression that caused Margaret to laugh. She kissed Lori’s nose and then handed her a glass of eggnog. Taking her own she held her glass up.
“Too us, and a merry Christmas,” she said.
“Too us, and many more I hope,” Lori responded. After they drained their glasses Lori sat up. Margaret stood and lifted her up. The tall woman carried her to the bedroom, snagging her Santa bag on the way. She playfully tossed Lori on the bed and then sat next to her.
“So, are you ready to give Santa her present?” Margaret asked.
“Anytime, but unless Santa plans on growing a dick I don’t see how I can,” Lori said.
“Santa has her ways,” Margaret said as she opened the bag and pulled out three more beautifully gift wrapped boxes. Lori eyes them with interest, but made no move to open one.
“Go ahead, open them,” Margaret said softly. The first one Lori selected was flat and square. She tore off the festive wrapping and carefully peeled back the tissue paper. Inside was a carefully folded mass of leather straps. She looked up questioningly, but Santa only smiled and handed her the larger package. With a shrug Lori set the first box aside and opened the second. When she got the top off she blushed scarlet and Maggie laughed. The box contained several different sizes of dildos and two vibrators. Maggie took the first box and removed the straps, shaking them out as she watched Lori’s face.
Maggie stepped into the harness and quickly cinched it tightly around her waist. From the second box she selected a medium sized dildo and pressed it tightly to the stud at the front of the harness. With an audible clicking sound it seated and when she removed her hand it hung there from her pelvis.
“As you can see, the magic of Christmas is upon us and Santa is ready,” Margaret said, laughing as Lori blushed even deeper. She looked so strange with her breasts bare and the strapon around her hips over the garterbelt and stockings. Lori felt a thrill pass through her and realized she was ready for this, wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything or anyone. Margaret sat in the big wingback chair and opened her arms.
“Come sit on Santa’s lap,” she said. Her voice had become a seductive whisper. Lori stood and quickly moved to stand before her. Margaret held her legs in tight and Lori put first one knee, then the other on the cushion on either side of her new lover’s hips. She rose carefully, with her hands on the back of the chair and looked down as Margaret grasped the dildo and pushed it between Lori’s legs.
Lori felt the head slide down her still slick slit and seat at her entrance. She lowered herself onto it slowly, feeling the shaft flex before it entered her passage. It felt different from Damon’s cock, not better or worse, just slightly different. When she settled into Maggie’s lap she sighed contentedly.
“Like it?” Maggie asked.
“Good,” Maggie said as she spread her legs and slid down in the chair until she could place both feet firmly on the floor. She cupped Lori’s breasts and then slid her hands down the small woman’s sides until her hands rested firmly on Lori’s hips. Her first thrust came without warning and pushed Lori up. As Maggie’s hips fell back to the seat of the chair the thick dildo was dragged from her passage. Lori started to fall back onto it when Maggie thrust up again, driving it into Lori’s pussy with power. Lori groaned as Maggie’s falling hips pulled it out and grunted when it was driven back in. She held onto the back of the chair and tried to synchronize her hips and her lover’s, but Maggie kept the rhythm uneven.
As it drove in and withdrew the shaft soon became coated in her juices and the rhythm evened out. Lori was getting into it now and soon she was bucking her hips in Maggie’s lap. The taller woman thrust up only occasionally, preferring to let Lori fuck herself silly. The small brunette’s hips undulated and her legs strained as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Maggie slid her hands back and began to gently knead Lori’s tits, adding stimulation to her already overloaded system.
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” Lori moaned in time with the rolling motion of her hips. Sex had never felt so good. She had never felt so free or unfettered before. She felt the steady pressure building inside, the tenseness in her tummy and pussy, punctuated by jagged jolts from her nipples as Maggie tugged on them. It couldn’t last, but she fought her orgasm as long as she could, realizing that the longer she held back the better it would feel. When the dam finally burst she howled in pleasure. Wave after wave of concentrated bliss pulsed outward from her center as muscles she didn’t even know she had spasmed in delight.
She had felt this all before albeit with less intensity, but deep within herself something was stirring she had never felt. Without warning something deep inside seemed to tear loose and she felt a powerful contraction followed by pulses of pleasure that seemed to mingle with those of her fading orgasm, rebounding upon them and leaving her feeling like her nerve endings were frayed. She dropped her head and was panting when she noticed Maggie’s expression, it was awe struck. Lori followed Maggie’s eyes to the juncture of their bodies and saw Maggie’s lap and tummy were coated in wetness.
“I didn’t know you were a squirter,” Maggie said as she ran her fingers through the liquid and then brought them to her lips.
“Neither did I,” Lori said, still trying to catch her breath. She was still panting and her body was still shaking from the intensity of that last orgasm when Maggie placed her hands on the arms of the chair and abruptly thrust into Lori. The tall woman used the momentum and her arms to raise herself to a standing position. Lori’s arms instinctively caught Maggie’s shoulders and her legs wound around the tall woman’s hips. Once standing Maggie’s hands went to her bottom and held her up as she walked to the bed. The dildo was still lodged in her pussy and sent the most wonderful ripples of pleasure through her. Lori held on tightly and kissed Maggie’s shoulder.
The tall woman placed Lori gently on the bed and disengaged herself. She smiled and then handed Lori the long box while she removed the harness. Lori tore into the package to find a long, thick, red jelly double dildo. She looked up at Margaret who was removing the harness.
“How does this work?” Lori asked. She felt she should be dead tired after all the orgasms, but found she was hungry for more. It was as if the years of not having them had left her deficient and her body was trying to make up for all that time in one night.
“Lie back on the bed and I’ll show you,” Maggie said smiling. Lori quickly scooted to the middle of the bed and reclined while spreading her legs. Maggie crawled onto the bed and poured some oil on the big dong. She gently spread Lori’s lips and as the small woman watched Margaret pressed the head of the big dildo to her entrance. It slid in easily, but was much wider than the one on the harness and Lori marveled at how full it made her feel. Mags pushed more and more of the big toy into Lori until it bumped against something deep inside and would go no further.
Margaret then reversed herself, putting her head towards the foot of the bed and scooted closer to Lori. She took the dildo and pushed it against her own entrance and bit her lower lip as she fed more and more of it into her. When she stopped and let out a sigh only about three inches of the shaft was visible between their bodies. Margaret took her left leg and passed it under Lori’s right leg. She then pushed Lori’s leg up until her foot was flat on the bed. Margaret then put her right leg up in a similar manner.
She wrapped her arm around Lori’s led and then nodded for Lori to do the same. Once she did Margo began to rock her hips, using Lori’s leg for leverage to pull them back together then relaxing. Lori quickly got the idea and soon they were both rocking their hips. Lori was in heaven, the big cock sliding in and out felt heavenly and she had her eyes closed. They shot open when she felt Margaret’s free hand press between her slick lips and begin to massage her clit.
Lori moaned and ground her hips harder against Margaret’s hand. Despite the pleasure she managed to get her free hand to her lover’s wildly bucking pussy and started to stroke her in return. It was too hot to last for long. The visual stimulation was powerful. She could hear Margaret moaning and sighing and she could smell their mingled scents. In no time Margaret’s body stiffened and she barked sharply as she came. She was still shaking when Lori felt another orgasm rock her. This time there was no fighting it and she didn’t even try. The waves of pleasure took her away to a warm place where all was calm and beautiful.
Margaret was asleep on the big bed as Lori slipped out from under the covers and padded back to the living room. She stopped in front of the window and looked up into the night sky. The snow had passed, leaving the night sky clear. The soothing refrain of silent night came to her ear in hushed tones from the radio. As she watched a bright dot moved across the heavens then disappeared. When she had been a very small child she had seen the same thing. Back then she had been convinced it was Santa, but her mother had convinced her it was an angel. Tonight, she knew it was Santa, it simply had to be. Lori smiled, closed the curtains, turned off the radio and returned to the bedroom.
This time it had to be Santa and his sleigh, she could plainly see her angel was still in their bed.