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  Ginny shyly sat beside the hunk in the fake beard, blushing to match her crimson outfit. “Uh, that’s okay. So… tell me, ‘Santa’, do you often visit single females on Christmas Eve?”

  His “ho, ho, ho” shot a tingle of pleasure to her pussy. What was it about this laughing man that was such a turn-on for her? Bobby had been a joker—a prankster, even—but his laughter had never made her want to rip off both of their clothes.

  “No, Ginny, you are the first—and the last.”

  “The last?”

  He nodded and turned to face her. “Yes. I asked for a very special present this Christmas, too. Your letter landing in my lap told me that my wish had been granted.”

  Your wish? Ginny choked on her sip of wine and began to cough. He reached out and gently patted her on the back. “Surely, you don’t mean…”

  The glimmer in his discerning eyes gave his reply. “You’ll see. But first, I have a few more ‘goodies’ in my sack for one very good girl.”

  Who wants to do all sorts of naughty things to you in bed, Ginny thought, biting her lip in expectation. He reached into his bag and handed her a long box.

  “Thank you.” She untied the ribbon and opened the container. Her eyes flew open wide.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Like it?” she squeaked. “Ahem. Santa, I never knew the elves made these sort of toys up at the North Pole.”

  The life-sized, penis-shaped vibrator with several attachments and rechargeable batteries totally redefined the words ‘good girl’ in her vocabulary.

  He chuckled. “You could say the elves and I have been branching out in recent years. Let’s see what else we have in here for Ginny.”

  He reached deep into the sack and withdrew an extra large candy cane.

  “Sweets for the sweet,” he said, handing her the traditional snack of Christmas. “There’s some chocolate kisses in here, too.”

  “Yummy.”

  Ginny unwrapped the candy cane and began noisily sucking on the straight end. Santa’s eyes followed her every moment as she took more and more into her generous mouth, slowly moving the stick up and down in a rhythmic fashion. The smells of mint and sexual excitement hung heavy in the air between them.

  “Hmm…I can’t ever get enough,” she said breathlessly.

  He gasped. The bulge in Santa’s jeans rivaled the North Pole itself. Ginny smiled. So… there wasn’t ice water flowing through his veins.

  “Yes…I can see that you’re a very good girl. But there are just a few more things I want to give you before I’ll let you properly ‘thank’ Santa.”

  He quickly reached into the bag and brought out a furry mink mitten. “This gives great back massages. I bet you have lots of aches and pains at the end of a long day working as nurse.”

  “How true. I’d adore a back massage every now and then.”

  She put the candy cane aside and took the mitten from her guest. Slipping it over her hand, she began to lightly stroke his arm with it. “I bet this feels great rubbed along other parts of the body, too.”

  “No doubt.” He moaned. “Ah, you’d better stop. I don’t want to forget to give you this last gift.”

  “But, Santa,” she said, sticking out her bright red lips in a playful pout. “You’ve given me so much already. This sexy dress, these killer heels, the wonderful underwear… You’re spoiling me rotten.”

  He chuckled. “It’s my sincerest pleasure. Santa has spent most of his life spoiling himself. It’s time he thought about spoiling someone else—in a nice way, that is.”

  Ginny leaned closer, kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up under her body. Santa smelled of masculine musk and spicy aftershave. Gently, she laid her head upon his snowy beard-covered chest and purred.

  “Do you really mean to spoil me ‘nice’ or do you mean to spoil me ‘naughty’, Santa?”

  “Both. Now, do you want to see this last present?”

  She nodded. He pulled the sack up to his lap and reached inside.

  “Ta da.”

  Ginny sat up, staring at the two thin slips of paper. “Tickets?”

  “Front row seats to see The Phantom of the Opera in Dallas on New Year’s Eve. Santa pulled some strings with an old pal who’s a theatre manager in the Metroplex.”

  “I’ve always wanted to see that show!” she cried. “How did you know?”

  He touched the side of his nose and winked. “Santa has connections.”

  Ginny felt tears welling up at the corner of her eyes. She dabbed at them with her fingers and sniffed. “I asked Bobby once to take me to see a Broadway touring company production in Lubbock and he just laughed it off.”

  “I’m not Bobby.”

  “No, you’re not.” She leaned closer again and looked him straight in the eye. “Who are you?”

  “Your friend… At least, I’d like to be your friend. We have a lot in common. Glenna says—”

  “Glenna? Oh, I see. You pumped my boss for info, huh?”

  “Well, yes. A little.” He slumped. “You’re not mad, are you?”

  “No, I’m not,” she said truthfully. “In fact, I’m flattered. I’m flattered that you would go out of your way to find out about my likes and dislikes—and my dress size—before you even met me.”

  She paused, narrowing her eyes. “Have we ever met before?”

  He shook his head. “No, not in person. But after I read your letter and talked to several of your friends and co-workers, I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”

  “It’s weird, but I feel the same way, too, ” Ginny whispered. “Is it magic? How can it be?”

  Santa put his sack on the coffee table and reached for the newspaper stacked on the edge. “I hear you’re quite the high school football fanatic.”

  “Yeah, I follow the conference action. I was disappointed in Permian’s performance this year. Lee really deserved to win.”

  “That was my take on the subject, too. Folks around here crucified me for it, but that is my honest, experienced opinion, and I won’t back down.”

  “Yeah, you, me and Brad Rudner of the Courier…”

  Ginny stopped. The pieces of the puzzle were coming together. How could she have been so blind?

  She turned and slowly lifted the fake beard and cap from her Santa’s face.

  “It is you.” She laughed, covering her gaping mouth with her hand. “I am so slow… I’ve been dreaming of you ever since I sent that letter off to the paper in a fit of pique one day, but I never thought…”

  “That somehow I’d get it and open it up and find you—even though you didn’t leave me a last name or a return address?”

  “Oh, sorry.” Ginny began giggling in earnest now. “I felt so embarrassed I’d written that letter after I sobered up some, but for some reason I felt like I had to mail it, since I’d already stamped it.”

  Brad pulled her into his arms and held her close. “I’m glad you did. It was a wake-up call to me to get out of my self-centered rut. I also was the perfect introduction to a perfect lady that I otherwise may never have had the opportunity to meet.”

  His lips gently brushed across hers. Sparks flew and passion percolated in Ginny’s veins. Heavens above, could the man ever kiss! She relaxed into his embrace and allowed the kiss to deepen. His tongue gently pried her lips apart, boldly exploring further. For endless time, he worshiped the sweetness of her. Their tongues met, danced and she sighed. Pressing herself against his strong chest, she returned his fervent devotion with equal enthusiasm.

  His hands slowly slid down the contours of the silky dress and cupped her buttocks. Strong, warm, powerful yet gentle, Ginny felt completely safe and protected in his grasp. It was crazy to make love to a man she barely knew… Yet, she couldn’t help herself.

  Greedily she explored his body with her hands—forget the mink mitten for another time! Today she hungered to feel her lover’s skin next to her own. And obviously he felt the same way. He tugged at the silky material of her dress, quick
ly pulling it up and over her head and tossing it aside, reveling in the luscious curves of her pert breasts.

  Ginny tossed her long hair back and moaned. It was pure ecstasy to feel his digits tease her nipples until they poked out hard from beneath the flimsy lace bra material. Her fingers slid under his T-shirt to peel it off. She gasped at the sight of his sculpted pectorals and his flat, washboard stomach. She trailed butterfly-light kisses from his chin to his beltline, lingering her tongue along his peaked nipples until he groaned with pleasure.

  “Santa, hmmm…you taste salty-sweet and sexy.”

  “Call me Brad. Santa’s gone back to the North Pole. It’s time for naughty Brad to come out and play with good girl Ginny.”

  “Play. I like the sound of that. You taste so good, and I’ve been so hungry for oh, so long…” She slipped a hand beneath his waistband and massaged his throbbing cock through his boxers. Ooo… He was built thick and long. She couldn’t wait to ride him.

  “Somebody wants to come out and play…”

  Brad nodded. Ginny quickly unbuckled his belt and undid his jean zip. He caught her hands in his, stopping her before she went any farther.

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Santa will understand.”

  She grinned. “I thought Santa had gone home and Brad was here. And I want to—I really want to show Brad what my tongue can do to a candy cane like I showed Santa earlier.”

  He playfully wriggled his eyebrows. “Oh, well. Carry on, if you insist.”

  Ginny helped her guest out of his remaining clothing and laid him diagonally across the sofa. “It’s okay,” she soothed. “Relax, and let Ginny show you how good she really is.”

  Spreading his legs, she knelt between them and cupped his balls with one hand while slowly stroking his rigid rod with the other. Gently she eased his length into her mouth. He moaned and arched his hips closer to her lips. He’d been without a female’s attention possibly as long as she had been without a man’s, she realized as his penis immediately stiffened and pulsed.

  She smiled, her sense of femininity fulfilled. He found her desirable, captivating, capable. She no longer felt inferior to a leggy blonde. And she could tell that he was in for one hell of an explosion—and soon.

  Her tongue repeatedly lathed his salty staff in a corkscrew manner. His low moans turned to whimpering and then to outright cries.

  “Oh, God, you’ve got my whole cock in your mouth… That peppermint oil on your tongue burns so good… I can’t last much longer, you’d better stop.”

  Ginny responded by relaxing her throat muscles and taking his rod further in. Brad screamed for mercy.

  “No, you don’t have to…I can pull out before I… Please stop now before it’s too…” She squeezed his balls and thrust a finger up his ass. He bucked forward and lost all control.

  “Too late… Here comes Santa Claus!”

  And with that he shot his hot load down the back of her throat. Ginny swallowed and smiled.

  “Enjoy your trip to the North Pole and back?”

  Brad weakly shook his head. “I most certainly did.”

  He reached for her hand and pulled her into his lap. “But this is Christmas Eve, and Santa Claus is suppose to deliver the presents. You’ve been a naughty girl and disarmed Santa, and made him very, very dizzy.”

  She giggled and kissed him, nuzzling his cheeks. “Don’t worry, Santa. I’ll whip Brad back into shape so he can spank naughty Ginny good and hard.”

  “Is that a promise?”

  “It sure is.”

  The lips met again in a dance of tongues and sighs. Slowly he pushed her backward across the couch and fondled every inch of her skin. Her bra hook popped open, seemingly of its own accord. Ginny gasped as he took first one and then the other nipple in his mouth and suckled until she’d thought she go mad with pleasure. Her clit throbbed with anticipation. She bucked hard against the flat of his palm.

  “Stop, stop…” She twisted beneath him. “I’ll come soon if you don’t.”

  He grinned. “Isn’t that the idea?”

  “No, I want to feel you inside me…coming inside me over and over again. I want to use up that big box of red and green Christmas condoms in my bedroom.”

  “Great. I brought along a pack of condoms, too. Mine have ridges and dots. We’ll have to try them all out and see which works best.”

  “Yes, let’s.” She reached for his cock, finding it hard again. “Want to go into the bedroom?”

  “In a minute. Santa didn’t get to lick his peppermint candy like naughty girl Ginny did. Let him have a nibble.”

  Brad slid his hands down her form and removed her panties, but not her garter and stockings. She’d never felt more sexy or feminine in her life as she watched her lover trail kisses from her lips, down the curve of her chin and neck, between the V of her breast, across her smooth stomach to the edge of her pussy curls.

  Moaning, Ginny arched her back and gripped the sofa cushions. “You really don’t have to…Bobby didn’t like to go down on me. It’s okay.”

  He rose up and stared her straight in the eye. “Remember, I’m not Bobby. That jerk didn’t appreciate what a prize he’d found in you. But I do.”

  She laughed then moaned louder as he buried his face at the junction of her thighs. Oh, God… Yes, yes! It felt good, so good. She never knew what she’d been missing.

  He inserted a finger, stroking her G-spot as he licked her blood-engorged clit. She rocked her hips again and again against his talented tongue. She felt her climax building, building… She tried hard to resist it, to keep her brain online so she could attend to her partner’s needs, but he refused to budge his tongue from her quivering cunt.

  “Brad, you don’t have to…I mean, it’s all right, I don’t have to come… Oh, God!”

  Ginny cried out while a myriad of dizzying sensations and brilliant colors streaked across the corner of her consciousness. Wave after wave of orgasms washed over her. She bucked and twisted and screamed his name until she could scream no more.

  What seemed hours later, she collapsed into a puddle of Jell-O bones with a great sigh. Brad cuddled her close in his arms with her head on his chest. They lay motionless for several minutes before munching on cookies and watching the flames sputtering in the fireplace.

  “Want me to get some more firewood?” he asked.

  “Maybe. Unless you want to adjourn to the bedroom now.”

  “I’d like that. It will be nice to sleep beside a sexy woman.”

  Ginny furrowed her brow. “Sleep?”

  Brad yawned. “Yeah, sleep…It’s what people do when they’re tired. You worked all day at the hospital, didn’t you?” She nodded. “Then I know you could use your rest. And after a little nap, we can always enjoy more fun and games.”

  “But don’t you want to try out our various collections of condoms?”

  “Sure I do. But we can work up to it. There’s no need to rush. The first time we make love should be special.”

  Ginny blinked. She wanted to pinch herself. Was a guy actually putting her health and pleasure first before his own? She hated admitting it, but this was a new experience for her.

  “What’s wrong?” He reached out and tenderly caressed her cheek. “You’re not feeling rejected because Santa needs a brief break from the action? A long day of Christmas shopping and that wild trip to the North Pole your tongue took me on sort of wore me out.”

  “No, I don’t feel rejected. In fact, I can’t believe that my ‘Mr. Wonderful’ doll has come to life in the form of a stud-muffin who can talk football. I must have died and gone to heaven.”

  He laughed. “Consider it one of your Christmas presents. ‘Cause after we do make love, I may just not be able to keep my hands off you or my cock out of that gorgeous pussy of yours. I’ll want to fuck your brains out until you’re hanging and screaming from the ceiling—and then do it again.”

  “Is that a promise?” She grinned and stood. “All right then,
follow me to the boudoir. Which side of the bed do you want to sleep on, Mr. Wonderful?”

  “Either. I don’t care where I sleep, just as long as I sleep with you.”

  Ginny’s heart skipped a beat. His words truly were a gift. “Same here.”

  I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas…

  At four-thirty a.m., a howling, cold wind shrieked off the Rockies, rattling the windows and waking them from their long winter’s nap. Ginny cuddled closer to her hunk, reveling in the luxury of warmth and strength emanating from his sleeping form.

  “Hmm…” Brad stirred a moment later and drew her body close to his own. “It sounds like that cold front the weatherman was expecting is coming in. We’re supposed to get some snow, too.”

  “A white Christmas in West Texas... I don’t think I’ve seen one since I was grade school. We got a lot more snow up at Tech in the Panhandle, but still I can’t recall much snow this soon in the season.”

  “We hardly ever get any snow in Fort Worth. I thought when I took this job out in the desert that I could wear short sleeves and board shorts year ‘round. Imagine my surprise to learn that it gets both hotter and colder here than other parts of the state.”

  “Yep, that’s West Texas for you. My family comes from Monahans originally, you know.”

  “Really? Oh, I’m so sorry.”

  She raised her body up on an elbow and lightly swatted his backside. “Hey, our football team isn’t all that bad. At least we aren’t Big Spring.”

  “The Steers are going to make a comeback. They had some excellent sophomores coming up through the ranks. That’s my prediction for next year and I’m sticking to it.”

  “Men! They think they know everything.” Ginny stuck out her tongue good-naturedly.

  “Of course. Our Y chromosome just makes us that much smarter.” He chuckled and pulled her on top of him. “You want to put that tongue hanging out of your mouth to good use?”

  She slid a hand down to his groin and fondled his growing erection. “I could, but I don’t need to. You’re rarin’ to go, pardner.”