She was on her knees. His cock, long, thick and perfectly formed, was in her hand. It was rock hard and curved upward. Her other hand ran across the tight stretch of skin over the muscles of his lower abdomen. For some strange reason, she knew that was a sensitive spot. She lifted him so that she could lick the surface of his scrotum, loving the feel against her tongue. Then she started at the base of the underside of his cock and drew the flat of her tongue up the length of his shaft. That corded muscle felt amazing on her tongue. She sucked at the little inverted V, flicked it with her tongue and then took the head in her mouth. She could taste the distinct flavor of his pre-cum. It was so delicious. She let the tip of her tongue play with the slit that gifted her before circling his head with her tongue. His beautiful cock had her full attention.

She pumped just the head at first, still circling it with her tongue. Then she did what she loved the most. She took him into the cavern of her mouth and sucked him in—all the way in till he hit the back of her throat. And, he was long. Her mouth was stretched wide. Now he required her throat and she let her lips slide further. She wanted all of him. She constricted the muscles in her throat the best she could and let the tip of her tongue play with that spot she had only licked before. With the hand that continued to smooth over his abdomen, she could feel him reacting to her ministrations. She wanted to make love to his cock. She wanted to have him fuck her mouth.

His hand cupped the back of her and pressed her against him, driving it just a little further. Her full lips kissed the base of his cock. He held her there for a moment. She liked the feel of his hand, the subtle force. When the pressure lightened, she began to pull on his cock, sucking the firm length of it as she pulled away slowly. He clutched a hand full of her hair and pulled lightly. Just when she almost reached the tip, she swirled her tongue against the spongy surface. More pre-cum. Mmm… He pushed with his hips and she took him quickly.

He paused again, both of his hands in her hair—gripping it tight.

Then, she surrendered control. He began to pump himself between her lips and she sucked dutifully in perfect rhythm. Faster and faster he went. Now her hands were at his hips, feeling his tension and he fucked her with abandon, jamming himself in her throat and then pulling back over and over again. She felt him expand. Her lips, her mouth, her tongue could feel him about to explode. And when he did, hot, thick liquid gushed down her throat.

That’s when she heard him cry out. And, she thought to herself as she swallowed all that he had to offer, Gary. Gary said…

“Momma.”

As she did most nights, Simone had fallen asleep sitting up with her back against the wall, surrounded by a sea of open text books and study notes. She woke up with a start, causing the open book in her lap to slip and close shut.

“Shit,” she said. Liking that word too much, it had become a habit. It had taken forever to find the passage she needed and now she would have to start her search again. Immediately she regretted the slip of tongue when she saw her five year old son standing there in his flannel pajamas.

“You owe me a quarter,” he said as a matter-of-fact.

“I thought we changed it to dimes,” Simone grinned, trying to get across the surface of her bed, which actually was just one mattress on the floor, without destroying her complex system of order.

It beat sleeping on the second hand couch in the living room, which she had done for months.

“I never agreed to that.” He used one of her frequent phrases.

“Oh,” Simone laughed as she struggled to pick him up and then positioned him on her hip. He was little for his age. “You are not allowed to use my own words on me, little man.”

“Than whose words am I going to use?” he reasoned.

“You will have to find your own like everyone else.”

He thought about it for a moment.

“Why are you up?” Simone asked, letting the fingers of her other hand tousle his brownish blond curls as she carried him toward his bedroom.

“My head won’t go to sleep,” he returned, wrinkling his brow a bit.

“Your head isn’t hurting is it?” She automatically laid the back of her hand against his forehead and let out a long breath of relief. He did not have a fever.

With finals and one research paper still not written, having her son get sick would be disastrous.

“No, I just keep thinking about stuff,” he said.

Her son, Kenneth (whom she called KJ), was way too serious for a little kid. But then, he had been through a lot. Truth was, they both had been through too much. Most of it had been beyond her control. The rest of it had been an effort to gain control. Regardless, he was strong and seemed to be emerging from their ordeal well. His marks in school were good and he was starting to mix well with the other children. She had been so worried that he would continue to separate himself.

She pulled back his covers, placed her son in his small bed and laid beside him. “What kind of stuff?”

“Christmas stuff.”

The boy watched his mother carefully, trying to read her expression with only the help of a nearby night light.

“Uhm… well… What stuff about Christmas?”

“I wanna’ Christmas.”

“Do you,” Simone tried not to sound surprised.

He had never mentioned Christmas before. And, she, the daughter of devout Jehovah’s Witnesses, had never celebrated Christmas. As a matter of fact, other than looking forward to a break from school, Simone had not given it a second thought. But, she remembered being in school when she was just a little older than him and hating Christmas time. Not the holiday itself, but the way it seemed like she was missing out on so much. Then afterwards, everyone would have new bikes or just so many toys in general. Her mother and father rarely bought her new things and specifically did not around this time of year.

“Well,” she said, letting out a deep breath, “what exactly do you want?”

“I want a tree,” he began, “with lights. And, maybe some presents.”

“You know that there is no such thing and Santa Clause.”

He shook his head yes.

“Jesus wasn’t born during the winter time.”

He shook his head.

I give you presents all the time because I don’t need a special time to let you know I love you.”

He shook his head again.

There were other reasons why Christmas should not be celebrated, or at least that was what she had believed for most of her life. It hardly seemed of consequence now since she had not attended a religious meeting since she had left Kenny Sr. Her parents refused to speak to her. Pretty much, everyone she had once associated with had separated themselves from her, even people she had grown up with and had known all her life. She was not bitter about it. She understood why. She had stepped away from something they believed to be the main purpose of life. She was now on the other side of the fence. Simone accepted that fact. She had no intentions of every going back.

“Okay,” she decided. “We will get a tree, we will get some presents and you’ll have a Christmas.”

Just like that, she had gone against all she knew.

Simone held on to KJ as he fell off to sleep. She had no idea how she was going to afford new toys for him. He used to have a lot. Things had changed though. Now she was the soul bread winner, working a part time office job and going to school full time. Things had been tighter than just tight since she had left her husband. He had made it clear that if she did not want him, she would get nothing from him. He had stayed true to his word, as Simone knew he would. She had seen just how evil and spiteful he could get. That is why she had chosen to leave. He had no intentions of changing, regardless of his religion.

When she had finally decided that she could not take anymore, Simone was in a hospital bed. There were representatives from her faith in her room, telling her how they would handle the situation for her. Inside she had laughed. What was ironic was that they were supposed to have been looking out for her all along. She had believed their counsel and stayed. She had done everything they had advised. All they had seemed to do was support her husband and protect their organization’s reputation. She had started to get angry just thinking about it. She had wanted to scream. For the first time in her life, she wanted her voice to be heard more than anything. She had been the submissive, dutiful daughter and wife for far too long. A whole new set of words came to mind, words that seemed liberating. But, her jaw was fractured and she could not even open her mouth to say “kiss my ass”.

When she walked into the shelter for abused women, her jaw was still sore and her face swollen. So, speaking was a bit challenging. Her eye looked a whole lot better and she could actually see out of it, even though the part that should have been white was still bloody red. However, she felt blessed that the cast on her left arm was not on her right and her bruised rib did not ache every time her chest filled with air. Too, she had her son. That was something her husband did not protest. He felt that it would make things more challenging for her. He would not even hand over KJ’s or her clothes. She had nothing but the torn night gown she came to the hospital in. She barely remembered sneaking out of the house and practically passing out at her neighbor’s back door.

With a little help from social services, the shelter, the Salvation Army and a friend of one of the volunteers at the shelter, Simone had a job and a small two bedroom apartment. She started school soon after because she realized that she possessed no marketable skills. She was able to get a grant and she had applied for every income based scholarship that there was. The essays she submitted highlighted the desperateness of her situation. Scholarship money helped make up for what her job could not do. That’s why it was so necessary that she maintained an exemplary grade point average, which she did.

The craziest thing happened though. She discovered that she was capable, even a little smart. Also, she discovered that she loved school.

This is what Simone thought as she held her son. She thought of how she was going to work this out. In the back of her mind she thought of Gary, how her dream felt so real. Too, it seemed like the slight taste of cum was in her mouth.

***
“Unbelievable,” her work mate, Frances Anderson, exclaimed in total disbelief. “You have never celebrated Christmas?”

“Nope,” Simone replied, feeling just a little annoyed at Frances’ disbelief.

“Well, this is something else. It’s going to be your first Christmas and KJ’s first Christmas.”

“If I can figure out how to pull it off.”

“Oh, we’ve got to get you a tree.”

“We?”

Frances was considerably older than Simone. She had one child in college, a daughter. There were also two adult sons who lived in another state now. Her husband had left her for a younger blond some time ago. Frances’ response to that was: “One of us was going to have to go. I was tired of his old behind and he was tired of me. At least I got the house and a nice fat check. Fucker.”

The woman always had a smile ready and a quick sense of wit. Despite her age and a bit of weight, she was a nice looking lady and full of life. She loved to laugh and joke around. Everyone loved her in the office. Simone would not have survived if it was not for her. Frances had made it her personal project to guide her along and Simone was extremely grateful.

“Yes,” Frances said, wrapping her arm around Simone’s shoulders. “Everyone should experience Christmas. It is truly the best time of the year. This is going to be so much fun.”

Frances gave Simone an extra squeeze. Simone immediately regretted having shared her son’s request with the woman. She liked Frances dearly and probably talked to her more than anyone in her life right now. Having the woman actually involved in the details was another story though.

Frances liked Simone. Quite attached, she looked forward to their conversations over lunch. She had even had Simone over a couple of times during the weekend. There were things, however, that Simone was holding back and that was apparent to Frances. Frances was a perceptive woman. There were the obvious things that were easily deductible. The lovely young girl was struggling as a single mother, attempting to have a better life, trying to keep a decrepit car going and doing an excellent job of raising the sweetest little boy. That poor excuse for an automobile had broken down once. Frances insisted that Simone let her drive her home. Simone lived in a questionable area. Frances had never even been to that part of town before.

There was more to the situation though and Frances knew it.

Simone was more than just pretty. The brown skinned girl had a smile that could melt you, when she lightened up a bit. Her features were delicate. Simone obviously did not have a lot of clothes, but she obviously had a great sense of style, chose her limited wardrobe well and displayed an excellent sense of class. The clothes she wore always fit her curvy figure just so and was always well coordinated. They were never suggestive or too tight. Frances loved the way she kept her hair in a neat little cropped style, reminding Frances of Halle Berry. Her make-up was minimal and tasteful. She was the kind of girl Frances wished her sons would bring home.

Every once in a while Frances caught a glimpse of a former life. The way Simone spoke and commented on things. Her vocabulary made Frances feel a little disadvantaged at times. She knew where to get extravagant goodies for meetings, and knew about fine cheeses, recommended restaurants for entertaining clients. Once, she had talked about a vacation spot and given bargain shopping pointers for stores Frances only treated herself too occasionally. It was not boastful at all, but more like a casual slip of the tongue based on conversations initiated by others and for their benefit.

Frances had gathered that Simone was raised in a two parent home. She even had a sister. They obviously did not help out with her son—definitely not financially. Everything was spoken about in past tense though. Frances had even asked one time if Simone’s parents were alive. Simone had simply said no. Frances saw a sadness wash over her and the girl hardly said a word for several days. The girl never ever mentioned her son’s father, even when Frances playfully encouraged a little husband bashing. There had been a secretary around Simone’s age that was planning a wedding. Simone mentioned something about her own wedding dress and things she had done to keep the expenses down. Once again, hinting at a former life that included some luxuries that seemed beyond her current pay status. Of course Frances had been eavesdropping, she had being nosey down to a fine art. The fact that she was not a gossip redeemed her.

The office consisted mostly of men, educated professionals. It was a perfect opportunity to find a companion. Many of the secretaries had managed to marry quite well. Men were obviously drawn to Simone. Simone worked on Saturday’s to make up for the hours she was not able to work during the week. She brought her son with her, it was fine because there never was anyone in her section. He played quietly at one end of her desk or on a blanket beside it. The child had the prettiest grey eyes and a full head of curls. He was almost as white as Frances was herself. So, Frances knew that Simone did not have an aversion to the Caucasian men that made attempts to take her to lunch or even dinner. She was no more than polite to the few black men that worked there as well. Most of them were already married. A girl in her mid-twenties had needs. Hell, Frances had to admit that working around such fine and interesting collection of men made her feel her own sense of need. But, Simone was pretty much oblivious. One time, one of the engineers had moved rather suddenly reaching across her while looking at some plans. Simone had flinched and moved away. The guy had not noticed. Frances had. Simone had realized this and looked ashamed.

To Frances, Simone was quite interesting and she had liked her immediately. She admired the girl’s drive and the fact that she was going after her education. She wanted to help and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

***
Picking out a tree was harder than Simone had thought. Of course they looked for an artificial one. Under the impression that only the wealthy bought real trees, she did not even bother to go looking for one. The expense was too much at the store they went to in the beginning. She ended up at a store that was more of a cluttered warehouse. They had often received advertisements for it in the mail. The tree KJ wanted at first was a little too big. The one Simone felt like they could afford looked comically sparse. It was easy to give in to KJ when he found something in the medium price range, but it still lacked the fullness of what it was supposed to be mimicking. KJ was easily pleased when it came to the decorations even though they seemed rather tacky. Simone was quite thankful.

How to manage things financially was still a bit of a mystery. This was an unexpected expense. Toys were going to be a challenge. She was scared to file for child support. Scared that her husband would retaliate. Or worse yet, he would attempt to take KJ just out of pure meanness. He had money. She made just enough to sustain them. Sometimes the bill juggling, as basic as they were, kept her up at night. She would simply try to take her mind off of it by just doing more studying. It represented hope.

When they finally made it home, she was exhausted. KJ was a ball of energy. He insisted that they put the tree together and decorate it. Having never done it before, Simone found the process a little bit irritating. However, when it came time to do the decorating, KJ’s excitement was contagious. The poor tree looked awful. She tried to spread the limbs out as much as possible. Besides that, KJ had insisted on loading it down with this silver stringy stuff. The stuff seemed to get scattered everywhere.

They had forgotten one thing. Lights. She explained to KJ that it would have to wait till next payday because they still needed some grocery. He was a little disappointed, but it did not last long once he started dancing around the tree. Realizing that she had not given it much thought in advance, the tree really should not have been erected in the center of the area considered to be a living room. She shook her head. That darn silver stuff was going to be a pain in the butt.

Finally settling down on the couch, they watched a Christmas movie that AJ found. Arnold Schwarzenegger was desperately trying to get his son some toy. It was hilarious. Simone made hot chocolate with marshmallows and watched her son glance at his creation every once in a while. It was nice to see him happy.

After he was tucked neatly in bed, Simone faced the hardest part of her day—the late evening. She was alone with her thoughts and worries. She listed things. There was almost two weeks till Christmas. She did not have any more actual classes. She would turn in her final paper on Monday. She had a paycheck coming in on Wednesday. AJ’s school would let out. There were all sorts of interesting things going on in the city for kids right now and she wished she could work some type of activity in for KJ. They did parks and occasional things. She wished she could do something special for him. He deserved so much more than she had to give him.

All of these thoughts did not hide the fact that she was also lonely and extremely horny. Gary popped up in her head. She dug her hand into the back of the couch, past the pillows and close to the frame. What she pulled out was phallus shaped, with a bulbous head. She had cleaned it the last time that it was used. She slipped it between her lips to get it as moist and slick as possible. Then she turned it on, opened her legs, and pulled her panties to the side. She had not needed to worry about it being wet. She was already slick with her own juices. With her husband she had always been so dry. She dipped the toy in her spot and then drew it over her clit. It was too much. Thoughts of Gary, one of the nicer more handsome hotshots at work, already had it unhooded and sensitive. She dipped it in her opening again, this time slowly letting it go further. She pumped it for a while loving the vibration. She thought of Gary and how his cock must look. She wondered if it was as delicious as she imagined. It was his cock going in and out of her, vibrating and playing with her nerve endings.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. Old religious Simone would not have dreamed of saying something like that to her husband. She did not have the words then to express her needs. They had both been virgins.

She slipped her other hand between her legs and swirled her middle finger around her precious nub. She applied just enough pressure. She was getting good at this. It would have been considered a sin before. Now she felt stupid having denied her own pleasure. The vibrator hummed softly, slipping in and out of her a little more urgently.

She felt it coming, that wave of pleasure, building up as her finger now pressed on her clit and worked its magic. When she came, she let out a deep breath of relief. It felt so good. Her clit pulsated as she held the vibrator still inside of her. It always felt amazing right at the peak, before she actually came. But, after she came the feeling only lasted for a brief while. Then she felt even lonelier. Her body ached to be touched, not just her pussy. She wanted to be held. Masturbating was never enough and the fantasy too short. What she needed was a man.

***
“It really does look pitiful, but he loved it,” Simone was telling Frances.

“You have to let me see it,” Francis laughed.

Simone pretended that she did not hear that and started talking about the rest of their evening, well at least a part of it. She described the movie they watched. Just then, as if on cue, Gary just happened to be passing by and supplied the name since Simone could not remember it.

The memory of the other night flooded her mind, causing her to feel suddenly warm. The feel of his beautiful cock between her lips, in her hand, spilling into her throat made her heart beat a little faster. She also remembered the taste. How could she remember the taste of something that was not real? But, she did remember everything quite too clearly. The memories alone made her body react, her nipples ache, pussy wet. Her lips parted and she ran her tongue along the inner rim of the upper one.

Gary did not miss a thing. He could see the extension of her nipples protruding through the bra and cover of the thin blouse she wore. He had never noticed that before. He wondered how they would feel in his mouth and thought of how damned sexy she was. The crazy part was that she did not even know it.

Gary was always looking for ways to start conversations with Simone, without looking or sounding too desperate. He was tall, dark haired with the kindest hazel eyes. A transfer from the main office, brought in to do some restructuring.

Frances had been his assistant for a short while, struggling between her regular boss and him. She had been so happy when he was finally given his own secretary. But she was glad he came by for little visits, Francis missed him.

Gary had insisted on taking the two women to lunch several times. On Secretarial Day, he bought them roses, even though they did not directly work for him. It raised a few eyes. He often bought them Lattes since Simone had mentioned a preference for them after a really bad cup of what the office had to offer. Although he included Frances, it was obvious that Simone was his focus. He had asked her out twice, but she had politely declined claiming plans with her son. She seemed to avoid him for a while. At first he was deterred, but not for long. Despite the attention from other women in pursuit, he wanted only one—Simone. He was not opposed to an occasional fuck, but even that did not seem worth the trouble. He tried to keep conversations with Simone casual, depressing his feelings, but always remained hopeful.

Frances smiled. Gary was all business when it called for it. He could even be a little intimidating. However, Francis had discovered that he was basically quite kind with a generous, calm nature. He was in his early thirties, had never been married before and had no kids. Francis knew that he liked kids. Gary had bought his little brother, from the Big Brothers and Sisters volunteer program, by the office once. As far as Francis was concerned, the two would make a handsome couple. Gary had actually made better progress than any of the others that had made a play for Simone’s attention. Simone did not just smile politely at him and sometimes she would even laugh.

Frances went down her list: sexy as hell, unmarried, likes children and he has a J-O-B. To add to that, Frances had caught him getting hard just watching Simone walk away. From the look of it, he was obviously blessed. I’d fuck him, Frances thought as if that could ever be a reality. Gary and Simone were perfect for each other. Frances had to do something about that. A hard dick was not something she believed should to be wasted.

***
Frances proved to be quite the little busy body. On the Saturday before Christmas, she just decided to pop up at Simone’s door with a large elaborately wrapped box in hand. Simone was not only surprised but a little taken aback.

“Frances,” she stepped out and closed the door behind her, “you should have called.”

“I was out this way,” Frances laughed nervously, “and I wanted to bring a gift by for KJ.”

At that moment, KJ opened the door looking for his mother.

“KJ,” Frances was so relieved, “I have this big old gift to put under your tree.”

“For me!” KJ eyes stretched wide.

“It’s from Santa,” Frances announced.

That comment brought KJ back to reality quick.

“There is no Santa.”

“You know you’re right,” Frances laughed, embarrassed. “It’s from me.”

“For under the tree?”

“Yep.” Frances looked up at Simone with a pleading look in her eyes.

After a moment that seemed like a forever, Simone stepped aside to let her in. They had decided to leave the tree in the center of the floor, in front of the couch.

“Oh KJ,” she placed the package on the bare floor next to four other smaller wrapped packages, “you did a wonderful job.”

“Mommy and I did it.”

“It’s beautiful.”

Simone rolled her eyes and the two women laughed. She was a little embarrassed by the bareness of her apartment. They never had any company. KJ’s room was the only one fully furnished and decorated. That had been important to Simone for KJ’s sake. She knew how it must appear in Frances’ eyes. Frances had a beautiful home that was quite picturesque.

Frances did not seem to notice, continuing to talk with KJ as she sat on the couch. When she looked up at Simone, she simply smiled. Simone felt uncomfortable and did not know quite what to do. It took a moment for her general manners to kick in.

“Coffee,” she blurted out. “Would you like some coffee Frances?”

“Yes, I would like that.” Once again, Frances was relieved.

Simone fumbled in the kitchen, but finally managed to get the coffee brewing. She knew how Frances liked it, lots of cream and lots of sugar. She had some biscotti in a Ziploc bag that she saved for those special moments when she needed a treat. So, she tried to arrange one on a makeshift saucer neatly and brought the coffee out to Frances with a napkin.

To Simone’s dismay, Frances had already told KJ that she wanted to take him to the ice skating rink. KJ was already excited in expectation when he told his mother. Simone glared at Frances. How dare she? All Simone could think about is how they did not have money for that.

“Please?” Frances said, knowing she had overstepped her place but also knowing that hooking KJ was the surest path to getting her way. “It’s my treat. My kids used to love going there. I love it and I’ll look a little strange out there all by myself.”

Simone sighed.

When they arrived, Frances was on a roll. She made it impossible for Simone to say no to a Santa visit set up beside the rink. KJ was incapable of standing still as they waited in line. There were teenage girls dressed as elves giving out candy canes. KJ quickly made friends with a little girl in front of him, which surprised Simone. Frances had a word with Santa before KJ climbed in his lap. Santa gave KJ a little souvenir and asked him what he wanted for Christmas. At first, KJ just said something about a super hero figure. Santa asked him what else he wanted. KJ was hesitant. Then he was thoughtful. He named something else. Santa was not satisfied. He asked him for some more ideas. KJ’s requests became more and more creative. Simone felt a tinge of guilt. Only one item that he mentioned was actually under the tree. It was a simple train. When KJ finally climbed down, he ran to his mother with his Santa picture in hand, almost knocking her down with enthusiasm. He gave her the biggest hug.

He reached over and hugged Frances. “Group hug,” he announced.

The skating rink was crowded and it was cold. The sky was a little grey but music and laughter was in the air. Frances took a guess at Simone’s shoe size and rented her skates as well. It had been forever since Simone had skated. KJ had been really little the last time they had come and she had just skated with him in her arms. KJ was extremely uncoordinated. He seemed to have as much fun on his bottom as he did on the skates.

When Simone saw Gary with his little brother, she just looked at Frances, who was sticking closely to the rail, and simply shook her head. Images flooded her mind again, causing her clit to tingle. Sex was something she was starting to miss more and more. Gary had become her fantasy, who she thought of as her toy vibrated, pumping in and out of her. He’s who she always thought of when she touched herself, when she palmed her full breasts. She was doing that more and more lately. And, here he was all smiles in a knitted cap, a jacket and jeans. He looked younger in everyday clothes. He almost toppled Simone over, unable to stop himself completely when he approached.

“I’m not very good at this,” he exclaimed.

Simone laughed, embarrassed. He was close—too close. One of his legs was between hers and she could feel his strong thigh against her lower region. She could smell his scent and feel the warmth of his breath. It made her not want him to let her go. Her lips parted once again and she felt like she suddenly was having problems inhaling enough air.

Gary looked at her as if he could read her mind. The two of them just hung on to each other for moment.

“I hope you don’t mind, but Frances told me about your plans today and invited me along,” he finally explained.

“Uh-huh,” was all she could manage. Embarrassment flooded Simone’s face.

“She made it quite hard to resist.” He said. “As if I could resist you.”

Simone didn’t know what to say. Gary, however, knew that something was happening here. It was something good, something that could change his life. But, he needed to take his time. He took her hand and placed his other on her waist; his body encouraged her to skate with him.

He smiled as they glided away. She had not refused him. She had not broken away from his touch or flinched.

Although Gary’s little brother was a little older than KJ, the two kids hit it off immediately. Neither one of them was any good on the ice and refused help. As the day progressed, they did not get any better. It started to get colder, so it was a mutual decision to call it quits. Even the hot chocolate was little relief. Gary insisted that they let him treat everyone to dinner. He used the same exact tactic that Frances used. The children made it impossible to say no. Frances waited till after Simone agreed and they were about to enter the eatery, to suddenly announce that she had to leave. She had plans with a relative and if she did not show up there would be hell to pay. Once again, Simone could not do anything but shake her head. Gary happily agreed to make sure Simone and KJ were delivered home safely.

“You’re not slick,” Simone whispered to Frances.

“Oh honey,” Frances said with a wave of her hand, “you have no idea.”

Later, while the boys were animatedly entertaining one another, Gary reached over and took her hand again. There was something about him that made Simone feel…comfortable.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment.” He said. Then he looked over at the boys and laughed. “It’s not exactly how I planned.”

Simone just smiled. Her cheeks were starting to hurt; she had smiled so much today. She could not remember feeling so relaxed.

When they left the warmth of the little bistro it was getting dark. The Christmas lights were spectacular. In the square there were arches of lights and displays that moved. The boys gravitated to it. The couple followed along. Gary warned them not to stray too far.

“I’d like to see you again,” he whispered in her ear, standing behind her as they watched the boys. Gary had bought them sparklers from one of the street venders. “And, again and again. Just the two of us, adult style.”

“I…” She hesitated. Simone was not sure if she was ready to date. Her experience with her husband had just been so devastating. She had given the best she had to that man and she was not enough. He treated her like she had no value. Was there anything left? Could she ever take that chance again?

“Please don’t say no. I don’t know what your story is, but I care. We can take it real slow, you and I. I’m a patient man. I want you to get to know me and I get to know you, earn your trust. I want to get to know KJ and earn his too. That’s all I’m asking for.”

She felt butterflies in her stomach and strange all over. KJ turned and waved at her. He was so happy. Then suddenly, the snow they had been expecting all day started to fall. She looked up at the sky and all the lights around her. Her eyes started water just a little. It made the lights start to dance. She laughed when she noticed the song that was being sung by a group of carolers nearby.

“The first noel…”

This was way too surreal.

As they entered her part of town, Simone tried not to fret about what Gary must be thinking. He glanced over at her a few times and smiled. He held her hand. She missed it when he had to let go. When they pulled up in front of her apartment. He looked around. Both of the boys were sleep. The couple just looked at one another for a while. Gary kissed the back of her hand.

Outside of the SUV, Gary gathered the passed out KJ from the back seat.

“He’s heavy,” he laughed.

He could not just leave his little brother in the car and Simone definitely did not want him to.

So, she reached out for her son.

“Can you manage?”

“Of course.”

“Damn, she was pretty,” he thought.

Simone flashed him that smile and turned to go. She liked the way he looked at her.

He liked the way her ass looked below that jacket as she walked away.

“First Christmas,” Gary called after her as she made her way to her apartment.

Simone turned and laughed.

“Yep.”

“Hey,” he laughed, “and it’s a white one. It snowed just for you.”

Simone looked around her and laughed again, sore cheeks and all. The complex looked kind of nice, everything was starting to disappear under a blanket of white.

After putting KJ to bed, without turning on the overhead lights or the TV, she turned on the strand of lights they had bought for the tree. It made the tree look a little better, a little. She sat on the warn couch and hummed the song from the square as she played with herself and thought how she would have loved to have kissed Gary.

***
On Christmas Eve, Frances did call first. “I hope you have yourself together because Gary and I are coming over,” she declared and quickly hung up.

KJ clapped when she told him why she was quickly changing out of the sweats she had on.

When they finally knocked at the door, Simone was unprepared for what stood in front of her. Gary had a huge live tree that he seemed to be struggling with. Frances had her hands full as well.

“Look,” she began to explain. “My daughter is spending Christmas with her father and his heifer. Gary’s family lives all the way in Wisconsin. We need you.”

Gary laughed.

Simone released her pride and relieved Frances of some of the bags. Gary tried to get the tree in without knocking over the one already there.

“I have two trees,” KJ cried out.

“And lots of presents too,” Frances told him.

It took several trips to Gary’s SUV before he finally had everything in the apartment. KJ was a little disappointed that Gary had not brought his little brother, but it was easily forgotten. Frances and he made a gingerbread house out of a kit she had brought. Frances had thought of everything, even her edited version of eggnog.

“This is for later,” she teased, holding it up.

Gary and Simone set up the new tree and took out the decorations, laughing and flirting playfully. Simone’s visitors had bought everything from the star that went on top to the beautiful skirt that went at the bottom. The decorations were beautiful. The tree was full and lush, filling the corner section of the room. Simone loved the smell of it. They moved the other tree to the other corner. KJ was not offended at all. He loved them both. There were presents from Gary and presents from Frances. Simone had a funny feeling that they contained everything AJ had asked Santa for. They spilled out from under the tree and left KJ starry eyed.

Frances took plenty of pictures as she told everyone to pose for KJ’s first Christmas. She insisted that

Simone open her gift. It was a lush house coat with matching bunny slippers. It had Simone’s name embroidered on it. Simone felt so bad that she had not bought Frances anything. Frances assured her that it did not matter at all, being with Simone and KJ had made her holiday special. She made a toast before she left.

“To new beginnings and future Christmas’ that will just get better and better every year.”

Simone could not imagine it being any better.

After KJ finally fell asleep, Gary carried him to the bed. Simone tucked him in.

“There might be a Santa Claus,” KJ mumbled half asleep.

The couple laughed. They were standing beside his bed looking in to each other’s eyes. When Gary moved closer, Simone did not move away. When his lips paused before brushing against hers, she closed her eyes. When she wrapped her arms around Gary’s neck, he kissed her fully. They both were smiling from ear to ear as they held hands and made their way to the living room.

The light from both of the trees was a bit much, so they chose to keep the larger one on. It truly was lovely. The light casted shadows on the walls perfectly. Gary had a small wrapped gift for her to open.

“Gary,” she sighed.

“Actually,” he teased. “I wanted to give you your first Christmas present, but Frances refused to leave until you opened hers.”

Simone opened it slowly.

It was a rather expensive charm bracelet with four charms. One was a Christmas present, the second one said best mom and the third said girlfriends.”

“Frances helped me pick that one out, as you probably guessed,” he supplied as she fingered the third one.

The last one was an intricately designed gold heart.

“That’s mine,” he said with unusual shyness.

Simone looked at it, let her fingers feel the design. Then without even thinking, she brought her hand up to his face to touch him lightly. She had never initiated a kiss in her life, but she kissed him.

“Thank you,” she whispered into his lips before kissing him again. If she had to explain what came over her, she would not have been able to. All she knew was that she did not want to spend another night masturbating on the couch, wishing she had someone to touch her body.

Gary did not need much convincing. He cupped the back of her head pulling her into the kiss more, letting his tongue explore what access she was surrendering. It felt so good, as he guided her to lie back on the couch. He had wanted it so badly, to be pressed against her like this. His body fit perfectly between her opened legs. He kissed her lips, the sides of her lips, her chin and her neck. She threw her head back to give him easier access.

“Gary,” she moaned as he sucked and bit at her skin.

“Gary,” she said again.

Gary raised up slightly to look her in the face. He didn’t want to take advantage, to go too far. If this was where she needed him to stop then he would. What was important to him was her and what she wanted.

Simone smiled sweetly and gathered her hands to the neck of her shirt. With her fingers she began to unbutton her shirt.

Gary raised up a little more watching each button reveal more and more of her skin. Her black bra was simple. Not all lacey and fancy, but the way it held her breasts made his mouth water and his dick jump in his pants. When she was finished, he let his hand run from her neck down the center of her body. She was simply beautiful to him, her skin so enticing.

What she did next surprised him. Simone pulled up the front of her bra revealing perfectly firm, round breasts. Her nipples begged for his lips. Gary answered by letting the tip of his tongue lick a dark swollen nub while his other hand cupped and massaged the fullness of the other. He took it in his mouth and sucked its sweetness, hungrily. He let her feel his teeth lightly as he sucked and flicked his tongue. Then, he did the same to the other. He could have suckled at her breasts forever. But, he didn’t want to leave her sore. He held both of them in his hands and familiarized himself with the weight and the curve as he kissed between them. Her perfume was light and intoxicating.

With his tongue, he left a damp trail down her torso. Having moved his body so that he was in the perfect position. He wanted to please her, let her know how much he wanted her. He wanted to taste her too. So, he looked up to search her face.

She said nothing, but smiled gently. Simone knew what he was asking without a word, even though she had never experienced it before. She reached down and began to undue her jeans. She lifted herself and slid both her jeans and underwear over her hips.

Gary had positioned himself so that he was raised up on his knees off the couch. He slid her jeans completely off. He removed the socks she had worn with her boots and laughed. They were neon orange. Her toes were so cute and painted a dark color. He shifted her so that she was almost sitting but pulled to the end as far as she could without falling off. His hands were on her thighs and spread her legs wide open. While between her legs he could see her manicured pussy, wet and sparkling in the light. He could fall in love with something so well formed. Her lips were just perfect and her clit looked divine. He pulled back her outer lips and marveled at the pink colored details just before he covered them with his lips and let his tongue dive as far as it could inside her. She tasted sweet and distinct. Yes, he could love this pussy like no other, he thought. He drew the flat of his tongue up to her clit and swirled it around its sensitive face—just enough. Then he dipped his head and sucked it into his mouth. His tongue moved side to side as he sucked her. She was so wet and he loved it. He used it to bathe her entire pussy before really attacking it and fucking her with two fingers.

Gary knew his way around a woman’s body and he had Simone squirming, moving her hips into his mouth and moaning with pleasure. It did not take long for him to feel her body shudder. One leg lifted up off the floor and trembled. He continued to suck at her clit, feeling it pulsate with the same rhythm of her constricting passage around his fingers.

When he raised his head, his lips and the tip of his nose glistened. Simone laughed. What had just happened was greater than anything she could have ever provided for herself. For the first time ever, she came with a man. That was something she had only been able to experience with the help of her own hand.

He licked her one more time, making her moan and try to draw in her legs. Gary sat up and looked at her. Her lids were heavy and her lips swollen from his previous kisses. Her skin glowed like spun gold in the light. This had pleased her and he was happy. That’s what he wanted, to make her happy. That was enough for him right now. He considered it a gift, a blessing that she had let him have her like that. He wanted to take his time with this. He wanted her trust along with her body. Possibly, maybe, he could have her love one day too.

“Fuck me,” she said it, but Gary was not quite sure of what he was hearing. It sent a shock wave through his body to his already hard tool.

When she said it again, her eyes squeezed shut like an afraid child, Gary stood up. He was fully dressed. He had not even removed his shoes.

“You don’t have to do this Simone,” he said. “No strings. I just wanted to share that with you. It made both of us feel good.”

She said nothing.

“Look at me,” he demanded softly.

She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“You don’t want me?” she whispered.

“Hell yeah,” he assured her quickly, lowering himself on his haunches. ‘I do want you so bad. But, we have time. I’m not going anywhere. I can wait on you. I can wait till you are ready. We don’t have to do it like this.”

“But I want you,” she said. “I need it. It’s been so long. I’m not asking you to make love to me, just…”

She sat up and put both hands on the sides of his face. She leaned in and kissed him. “Please Gary.”

Gary pulled her hands away from his face and stood up.

Simone bowed her head and looked down at her empty hands. She sounded like a whore, a slut. She knew that was what he was thinking.

Gary slipped off his sweater and undershirt. He slipped out of his shoes without undoing them. Bent down and pulled off his socks. She lifted her head and watched as he undid his belt, then his buttoned fly. He pulled his jeans completely off and stood in front of her in his boxer briefs expectantly.

He took her hand and raised her to her feet and began to remove the rest of her clothes. Her body was better than he had imagined. Curvaceous and toned in just the right spots. He removed his shorts and his cock flopped up, almost hitting his torso.

Simone’s heart skipped a beat. Maybe she was not ready for that. Oh my God, she thought. Maybe she was not ready for what she had been imagining. Dreaming about it and getting that inside her was two different things. This was reality.

Gary smiled.

Simone nervously smiled back.

He was not going to insist that they go to her bedroom, even though that’s what he would have preferred. The fact is, he wanted to make love to her—not just fuck. He sat on the couch and encouraged her to come to him. Simone straddled his lap with him thick and ready between them.

He kissed her and then whispered in her ear, “Are you sure?”

She wrapped her arms around him and shook her head yes.

That was all Gary needed and he began to kiss her hungrily with her breasts in his hands. Simone responded by grinding against him. Her pussy was so ready.

“Fuck me,” she whispered between kisses, while his lips wondered.

He pulled her head back with a hand full of her hair.

“Yes,” she gasped. Something about him doing that made her want it even more.

“Say it again,” he demanded, kissing at her neck.

“Gary, I want you to fuck me.” There was such a feeling of freedom in hearing herself say those words. “Fuck me now.”

Gary lifted her up and laid her lengthwise on the couch, never losing any contact. She pressed herself into him and rotated her hips. Pre-cum smeared on her stomach.

“Fuck me,” she said into his lips as she wrapped her legs around him.

He did not think he could hear her say that enough. It was so hot.

Gary had to reach down and position himself. She was so warm and wet. He could not believe how wet she was. He was so ready, he felt like he could already erupt. He had to force himself in, but he did it gently with care.

“How long has it been?” His voice was thick and full of emotion.

“Real long,”

He knew she was not a virgin, but she was tight enough to be one and he drove deep inside of her slowly, more than conscious of his size.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she lied and hung on to him tighter.

“Hold on to me,” he demanded. “Tighter.”

And, she did, burying her face into his neck as he fit himself all the way in.

Gary shook his head in disbelief. “This feeling…” he said. He could hang on to this feeling forever.

He started sliding in and out of her, taking it easy and slow. He felt her relax in his hands and was relieved. He continued to fuck her picking up speed and then slowing it down, moving his hips in a way to add to her pleasure.

Simone was responding and moving her hips as well. He made sounds that let her know that he approved. She would come close and that familiar feeling she had come to love made her tremble, her leg shake. He would bring her so close and then deny her, playing with her. Then he started pumping her faster and hitting something that created a sound from the back of her throat each time. She placed her hands on his butt and spread out her fingers to grasp him, feeling the force of his effort. She cried out and he quickly covered her mouth, continuing to fuck her hard as she came. Her body’s reaction made it impossible for him to hold back much longer. Damn, she was so tight. So perfect.

“Where do you want it,” he strained.

Simone was too far gone to respond and his words confused her.

Gary rose up and pulled himself out just as he exploded ropes of hot cum across her belly. His grunt was somewhat of a growl that continued until the gush turned into a light spurt and then just dripped small drops onto her.

Simone was looking down their bodies in amazement. Never before had she actually witnessed a man emitting cum. She could feel it hot on her. Awkwardly, she slid her hand between them, swiped some and slowly brought it up to her mouth. It tasted even better than her dream. It was a part of him. She thought of how it was something from inside of him that was special and made them more than just friends. It was a part of him becoming a part of her. She sucked her finger.

Gary watched her with his own since of amazement. Fuck, she was so sexy.

Simone did not know why but she wanted him close. So, she pulled him to her. Gary was tired and collapsed onto her, feeling the wet stickiness of his cum spread between them. She kissed him deeply and then hugged him tight to her.

“I’m too heavy on you,” Gary told her trying to pull up.

“I like the feel of you on top of me,” she returned.

Gary relaxed and hoped she could breathe. The thought made him kind of laugh. They laughed together.

Later, somewhat dressed, they stretched out on the old couch. Simone just felt too good settling in his arms. Now she knew why sinning was worth it. Although it was past midnight, he did not want to leave and she did not want him to. He was satisfied with just holding her. Gary had sincerely meant everything he had said to Simone earlier. He’d take it slow because he wanted this to work, to have her completely.

“It’s not very comfortable,” she apologized.

“It’s perfect,” Gary told her.

Simone shook her head in agreement.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered, more to herself than him.