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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