## Archive-name: Merry.Christmas

From: jfriday@westmark.Stanford.EDU (The Crazy Archivist)

Subject: ARCHIVE: Merry Christmas

Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories

Merry Xmas

This is a true Christmas story, and like most such, it hap- pened some years ago. We were fifteen and boy crazy. My friend Louise was a real tease, always skirting on the edge of trouble. She was a very well built blonde, a cheerleader, and a devil. I was a skinny red-head, not as devilish as she, at least not outwardly, but usually she was able to talk me into going along with whatever trouble she was going to make.
One day shortly before Christmas, we were in one of the large stores, doing our shopping and boy-watching. Louise was wearing a mini and sweater, and I squeezed myself into the tightest pants I had, and a print blouse. We really thought we were hot stuff.
The store had a Santa Claus, who listened to the little kids sitting on his knee. We passed the display and Louise looked for a minute and said, "Santa looks bored, doesn't he?" She got that devilish look in her eye and said, "What do you say we liven things up a little for him? Look, there's nobody in line, now."
"What do you have in mind?" I asked suspiciously.
"Aw, come on," she said, grabbed my hand and led me into the booth. As usual, I went along. Louise sat on Santa's left knee, and I sat on his right.
"Hi Santa, honey," Louise began, curling his fake beard around a finger.
"Hey, aren't you two a little old to be sitting on Santa's lap?" he asked, in a younger sounding voice than I expected.
"I don't think so," Louise said, tickling his ear. I was warming to the idea by now, so I put an arm around his neck and nuzzled his other ear. He was wearing a nice cologne. I lifted a corner of the fake beard, and saw he was a good-looking and thirty-ish. He put his arms around our waists a little self- consciously, and asked, with a twinkle in his eye, "Have you been good girls this year?"
Louise giggled and I answered, "Oh, yes, Santa. Very good."
She was pressing her ample bosom against Santa and wiggling on his knee very suggestively. I noticed Santa's hand had slid slowly down from my waist, and was now parked somewhere between my hip and my rump. Louise was whispering in his ear, I couldn't hear exactly what, something about his sliding down her chimney Christmas eve. Santa was beginning to sweat under the beard, and I felt something new pressing on my leg.
"Louise," I whispered, "Guess what Santa has!" Catching the wicked mood, I rubbed my leg back and forth on the object in question, and wiggled my rump.
"Um, what do you girls want for Christmas?" he asked, a little huskily. We giggled. "Something long and thick," Louise said wickedly.
I began to get a little scared. "We better go, Louise," I said.
"Um. Yeah, OK. Bye, Santa!"
Santa chuckled. A real chuckle, not the fake "Ho, ho," for the kids. "Wait. I'm going on my lunch break soon. You girls come back in about an hour. Santa will have a present for you both."
"OK," Louise called, as we walked out of the booth.
"You're not really going back," I said.
"Sure, why not? There's hundreds of people in the store. What can he do?"
We walked around, and an hour later we were back at the booth. I was scared, but Louise talked me into going. The gate was shut, but Santa was inside fussing with the props, getting ready for the afternoon crowd.
"Hi girls," he said. "I was afraid you might not come back. You made my day, maybe my whole week! So I bought you each a present."
He looked up and down the aisle quickly, then handed two packages across the gate. They were neatly wrapped with a little pink bow. He whispered, "I wouldn't put them under the tree, however! Now, please, get lost before I get in trouble, OK?"
We thanked him and hurried off. "What do suppose it is?" I asked Louise. "Gee, I don't know. Let's go to the soda fountain and open 'em."
We found a booth, ordered cokes, and furtively unwrapped the packages. He had gotten us each a big pink vibrator!

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