MIKE'S PRESENT

By E. Z. Riter 

I saw Emily Warren for the first time on a hot August day when I was a college senior working in the Fall semester class registration line and she was a freshman signing up for classes. When our eyes met, hers softened and widened into a sensual twinkle. Love at first sight made my brain quietly explode.  

Her registration took longer than usual. My fingers had problems working the computer keys. When we finished, she said, "Can you take our names and phone numbers from the computer?"

"No, that's not allowed," I replied.

"Then you'll need this." She handed me a folded piece of paper.

I looked at my watch. "I get off in thirty-seven minutes. Why don't we get a soft drink and talk?"

"I'd like that. Is that chair taken?" She pointed to an empty chair behind the registration table beside me.

"No, it's not," I said. 

She came behind the table, sat beside me, and waited patiently until I was relieved. We spent the rest of the day together. That was our first date. That night when I took her to her dorm, we kissed for the first time. We spent every available moment together, learning about each other and letting our love ripen.

"My fraternity's having a party tonight," I said to her Friday at lunch. "Would you like to go?"

"I've heard about your fraternity's parties," she said as she wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up with big, teasing eyes. "You get a girl drunk and take advantage of her."

"That's the idea," I replied. 

"Why don't we short cut it?" Her expression made me twitch. 

"Meaning?"

"Take me back to your apartment and have your way with me."

"What way is that?"

"Why, every way, I hope." 

"Why wait until tonight?"

She was perfect for me. Just perfect in sights, sounds, smells, and the way she felt. She was a virgin, which surprised me. When I commented on her eager surrender, she said, "I've never been in love before." 

"I've never been in love before either," I said. I proposed a week later. She blessed the event with her tears and happily accepted. At Thanksgiving, I took her home to meet my parents, who wholeheartedly approved of her. We were going to spend Christmas with her family.           

"Oh, Mike," she whispered as she lay naked in my arms one night, "I can hardly wait until Christmas. I've told my parents everything about you. They're dying to meet you."

"I hope I'll pass inspection," I replied.

"You will, honey. And next Christmas will be my first as Mrs. Michael James Dillon. Oh, Mike, I love you."  

On December 20, we hopped into my Taurus for the four-hour drive to her parents' house, but it took five hours. We stopped at a motel to fuck like rabbits, because the Christmas Holidays might not give us time alone.  

Her parents lived in a comfortable Tudor-style home on a quiet tree-lined street. When we pulled into their driveway about three in the afternoon, Emily jumped out of the car, hurriedly pulling me after her. The front door opened and Emily's mother came out to greet us. 

My heart stopped. 
  
"Mom, this is Mike Dillon. Mike, this is my mom, Vicky Warren," Emily said.

Vicky had a soft, questioning expression as we exchanged polite hellos. My head spun as we unloaded the car. Emily's younger sister, Gretchen, bubbled happily around us, sharing her sibling's joy. Billy, her younger brother, shook my hand like a man and struggled with the bags.

"Are you all right, honey?" Emily asked solicitously when we had a moment alone.

"Just fine. Why?"

"You act like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm a little tired. That and the excitement, the trip and all."

"Why don't you take a short nap? Dad will be home in another hour."

"That sounds great."

She took me to her bedroom, took off my shoes, gave me a kiss, and quietly closed the door as she left.

Memories of Christmas seven years ago overwhelmed me.          

******

Brian was the first and I was the last of our parent's six children and he was ten when I was born. I adored him as only a little brother can adore a big brother. That year, he was out of college and working, but he was at our home for Thanksgiving dinner. After the meal, we went to my room to talk before the game started. 

"What do you want for Christmas, Mike?" Brian asked as he sprawled on my bed, thumbing through my Playboy. 

"To get laid," I replied.

"I'm glad I'm not fifteen again. Still a virgin, huh?"

"Yes," I replied with a deep sigh.  

"The first one's always the hardest. Okay, I'll get you laid for Christmas." His voice changed and his eyes got hard. "But if you ever tell anyone about it or about her, I'll cut your nuts off."

"Oh, jeez, Brian, do you mean it?"

"About cutting your nuts off?"

"No! About getting me laid!"

"Yeah, Mike. I mean it."

Brian called me three days later. "What are you doing this Saturday, Mike?"

"Hanging out. Why?"

"I want to give you your Christmas present. Mike? Are you still there?"

"Yes," I squeaked. 

"Tell Mom we'll be spending Saturday together. I'll call her to confirm it. The story is we're going Christmas shopping, and we'll actually do some before I take you home."

"Brian, how can I ever thank you?"   

He laughed and said, "You'll have a good time, Mike. See you Saturday. Don't beat off between now and then."

He picked me up at seven thirty Saturday morning. We went to IHOP, had breakfast, and talked about things, except we didn't talk about what I wanted to talk about. He waited until we got back in the car for that.

"Here's what's going to happen, Mike. We're going to the Holiday Inn. A lady friend of mine's going to spend the day with you. She's not a hooker. She's a housewife who's married and has two kids. She's never done anything like this before, so she'll be nervous at first just like you are. Just be cool."

"She's someone else's wife?"

"Yes. We're having an affair."

"Why's she doing this?"

"She likes the idea of being a young man's first woman. I'll introduce you to her and then leave. Treat her right, Mike. She's a very good woman."

"What's her name?"

"Vicky. You don't need to know anything else about her, so don't ask. She'll need to leave at three. You just wait in the room. I'll be back to pick you up."

I thought I'd never stop shaking as Brian pulled into the motel and stopped in front of room 123. When he knocked on the door, a feeling of euphoria, warm and tingling, flooded through me. She cracked the door, saw it was Brian and let us in. 

"Hi, Vicky," Brian said as he gave her a quick kiss. "This is Mike, my little brother. Mike, this is Vicky. You two have fun." Brian stepped back, closed the door behind him, and was gone.       

The silence was deafening as we stood there, two quaking strangers. When her eyes cut up to me, she blushed brightly and looked away again. 

I couldn't take my eyes off her. About five six with light brown hair that touched her shoulders, she wore a long sleeved white blouse and ankle length denim skirt. Her face was pretty, her eyes big and brown, her lips medium fullness. She had a nice body, too. When she backed away and sat on the edge of the bed, she glanced at me apprehensively. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. For the first time, she looked directly at me. Her eyes were soft and warm with a hint of a twinkle.

"I hear I'm your Christmas present," she said. I nodded. "And I'm your first, Mike?" Her voice was warm with a gentle shyness.

"Yes," I croaked.

"You're my first, too, in a way. I've never been a first before. Or a Christmas present." 

"Oh," I said.

"Have you kissed a girl?"

"Sort of."

"Why don't we start there?"

"Okay."

When I didn't move, she grinned and patted the bed beside her. "It'd be easier to kiss if we were next to each other. Why don't you sit beside me?"  

Moving without conscious direction, I sat by her. She moved those few inches to rest her thigh against mine. It was hot and soft through our clothes. When she wrapped her left hand around my right, her fingers seemed alive with electricity. Her palm was moist. The fingers of her right hand were on my cheek, and gently she turned my head toward hers. Her lips were on mine. 

"Relax, Mike," she whispered. As we kissed, a tear slipped down my cheek. I wanted to scream with joy and throw her on her back. I wanted to do so much, but I couldn't move, like a car with a burned-out clutch. My hands lay limply in my lap. 

Like a burning fire, her fingers slid from my cheek down my body to rest on my cock. He was sound asleep. She sighed and pulled away, sitting with her hands folded in her lap.

"Don't you like me?" she whispered.

"I like you very much. I think you're beautiful and sexy and sweet, and I want this so much, and. . . and"

She silenced me by kissing me again. As she kissed me, she began unbuttoning my shirt. She nibbled my neck as she undid my belt. She pushed me back, yanked my jeans down, and took my cock in her hand. She squeezed him as she slipped to the floor. 

"Watch me," she demanded. "Watch me as I suck your cock." 

I felt her lips and her teeth. My cock rose like a balloon. It kept rising until it hurt. It had never hurt like that. Then it exploded like a Roman candle. God, it hurt so good. Vicky gagged and coughed as I lay panting. In a moment, she lay beside me. She kissed me again and the kiss tasted differently. 

"Saving up for me, I see," she teased. 

"I want to screw you," I said.

"The word is fuck and I want that, too, but you're going to undress me first, and you're going to take your time. That's sex lesson number one. Always take your time."

I can remember everything about Vicky. I can close my eyes and see her, feel the softness of her skin and its warmth. The texture of her breasts. The feel of the valleys below her rib cage. The soft tingling of my fingertips as I ran it through her pubic hair. 

"Taste me, now, Mike. All of me. Caress me with your mouth. Oooh, like that. You've got a good touch."

She talked me through it, so to speak, telling me what she liked and didn't like. 

"Yes, Mike. Lower now. Lick my pussy. See this. It's my clit. See how hard it is. You did that to me. I want you to lick me, Mike."

I knew damn little about sex before that day and most of what I knew was wrong. The strength of her orgasm and the way she cried, "No, no," surprised me. 

"Come here. Quickly," she whispered. She grabbed my cock and guided it toward her. "Listen to me," she hissed. "Sex rule number two is the woman comes first. Got that?" I nodded. "Rule number three is don't come unless it's impossible to hold back. Wrap your fingers around my wrists and hold me down. Fuck me hard. I won't break. Come on."

She lay her hands over her head. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and slowly pushed.

"Harder. Come on. Oooh. God, you feel good in me." 

We were in that room for six hours. Brian had the foresight to leave a supply of sodas and sandwiches. Except for eating, we spent the entire time in bed as she taught me about sex and women and love. When I crashed into exhausted slumber, she dressed to leave. I awakened when she kissed me goodbye.

"I enjoyed it, Mike. You're going to make some lucky woman a wonderful husband."

"Thanks for everything, Vicky."

"You're welcome. And Merry Christmas."

She kissed me one last time and was gone. Brian woke me up again about five thirty. 

"How did you like her?" he asked. 

"Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic."

"How many times did you get off?"

"Six and one was in her mouth."

"She's one hell of a woman, isn't she?" he said.

"Boy, she sure is."

"She called me and said you were one hell of a man," he said. 

For the first time, I felt like a man. A man ten feet tall.

****

I wasn't asleep when the door softly opened. She smiled as she sat down on the bed and covered my hand with hers.

"Hi, Mike."

"Hi, Vicky."

"We need to talk. I sent Bill and the girls to the store. Billy's outside playing. We've got some time."

I didn't know what to say. Apparently neither did she. She blushed and looked away before she finally spoke.

"Do you love her, Mike?"

"With all my heart."

"That's the way it should be, not just now but always."

"I wonder if one reason I fell for Emily immediately was because she looks like the first woman in my life."

"We need to talk about that." 

"Not unless you want to."

"I do. You see there's something you need to know."

She stood and walked away. I watched her pace until she sat down on the bed by me again.

"Mike, Bill was unfaithful to me. And I, oh, God, I decided to get even. I went to a pickup bar and met Brian." She laughed self-consciously. "Brian's a good lover. I did enjoy him, but I enjoyed you more. You're what made me go back to Bill. Your sweetness, the newness, reminded me of our early years."

"I'll never say a word to anyone, Vicky, and don't worry about Brian. He's moved to London. I haven't seen him in three years."

"It's not that. Bill knows I cheated on him like I know he cheated on me. Our marriage will never be the same, but it's still a damn good marriage and, in some ways, it's stronger. We're together for the long haul. Let our mistake be a lesson to you, Mike. Don't ever cheat on Emily."

"I won't."

"But if she cheats on you, forgive her. Forgive and forget. I'll tell her the same thing."

"You'll tell her everything?"

"No. Just the forgive and forget part. I don't want her to know her mother was her husband's first."

There was something in her eyes that made me wonder. 

"You haven't told me everything, have you?" I asked. 

"No, I haven't. Bill knows this, too. He knew from the moment he saw Billy."

"What are you saying?" I asked as the hair stood up on the back of my neck. 

"What did you look like when you were six, Mike?" she asked.

"Mom! Where are you, Mom?" Billy called from downstairs. 

Vicky stood gracefully and smoothed down her skirt.

"So you see, I was your Christmas present that day, but you gave me a present, too. I've got to go. My present is calling me." 

The End
 

     

 
