Christmas Magic

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Well, I missed the Holiday contest but that doesn’t mean I can’t wish my readers a joyous holiday season.

I hope you enjoy my little Christmas story and please let me know what you think in the comments.

What I had thought was my dream job sucked but I couldn’t quit for another six months or I’d have to repay the nice signing bonus they gave me and reimburse them for my moving expenses. On top of that, I was a thousand miles away from my boys and thanks to their mom’s Christmas Eve wedding, I didn’t get to see them for Christmas at all this year and that sucked royally so, I sat at The Bean Counter in the mall dressed as a woman and sipped my coffee, ok, it was half cream with a triple shot of chocolate, but hey, I called it a coffee. I watched the shoppers scurrying around trying to find that one perfect thing for someone they loved while I pecked away at my latest story on my laptop.

My gifts for Eric and Joseph had been dropped off at FedEx a week ago and should be safely under the tree waiting for them at their mom’s house. I could see it in my head, the huge tree in the great room of the house Joyce and I had bought together. If history held true, she was spoiling them rotten and their grandparents weren’t far behind, who knew what their new stepfather was adding to their loot. The smell of Christmas was heavy in the house, Joyce loved candles and they were always coordinated with the season. I could see it all…

I didn’t even have a tree this year. I was spending my favorite holiday alone, “Fuck!” I actually said it out loud as I half intentionally knocked my coffee onto the floor.

“Well, Merry Christmas to you, too,” the jovial old man with the full white beard dressed in the Santa suit chuckled at me, “sorry miss, it’s just odd to these old ears to hear a pretty young lady curse like that. Is everything ok?”

I could feel the tears creeping up behind my eyes, “No,” I whimpered and then I let it all out. He just stood there and listened as if the idea of a thirty-something year old guy dressed as a woman writing erotic fiction in a coffee shop in the mall didn’t seem odd to him at all.

“Look, sometimes life gets hard, but better days are coming, I promise,” he reached out and touched my shoulder, “Here, you take this, I’ll get me another one. It’s peppermint chocolate and I swear it has a little Christmas magic in it,” he set his large coffee cup on my table and smiled at me.

For some reason I did feel a little better, whether it was him letting me vent, or perhaps the delicious hot chocolate with a hint of peppermint did have some Christmas magic in it.

Suddenly, I laughed, the old man was right, things would get better and wallowing in self-pity wasn’t going to solve anything. I sipped the hot chocolate and went back to work on my story, finally deciding I was more hungry than I was inspired. I packed up my laptop and headed for my car, waving at Santa as I made my way past the massive line of children waiting to climb on his knee and whisper their secret wish in his ear, maybe some would even come true. He raised his finger to the side of his nose, nodded, and smiled at me as I went past.

Things were looking up, or I thought so until I got to my car and saw the pickup parked behind me, blocking me in my spot, the hood was up and a man I guessed was the owner was futzing around under the hood, his words were a little more colorful than my single ‘fuck,’ his string of curse words would have made a grizzled sailor take notice, he kicked the old truck as hard as he could, grimacing in pain and then bursting out in laughter as he turned around to see me standing behind him.

His face was immediately bright red, “let me guess, that’s your Jeep?” I nodded, “perfect, and I’m guessing you’re in a hurry?”

“Actually no, I was just going to put my computer in the trunk and head over to Olive Garden for breadsticks and some chicken alfredo.”

Mall security showed up and he arranged for his truck to stay where it was until the tow truck got there to haul it to a mechanic the guard recommended. I confirmed that I wasn’t in a hurry and that it wasn’t an issue for me.

“You hungry?” I smiled at him glancing over my shoulder at the Olive Garden across the parking lot.

“Actually, I am,” he smiled at me.

“Great, and you’re buying. “

“Deal,” he held out his arm, I took it and we walked across the parking lot together.

“I’m Kelly, by the way, I looked over at him, his strong jaw, broad shoulders, wavy brown hair, and that smile, a little crooked but so sexy, I didn’t understand the way he made me feel, I had never been attracted to guys before, but there was just something about him.

“Roger, Roger Benning, nice to meet you, If I’d only known that having my truck breakdown in the mall was the way to meet beautiful women, I’d have started buying old cars a long time ago,” there was that smile again.

We ate and talked, sharing a bottle of wine and even desert, I told him a less dramatic version fikirtepe escort of my story that I had shared with Santa, avoiding overtly telling him I was actually a guy in a dress. He told me how he had come here for the 72 Chevy step side he had found online; the bad alternator had been unexpected. He had been at the mall to grab a last-minute wedding gift for his brother. His phone rang and the tow truck driver confirmed that the mechanic had his truck. The mechanic came on the phone and told him it would take a day or two to get the part, but it should be done in plenty of time for him to make the wedding on Christmas Eve.

Benning, Christmas Eve wedding, Roger was Joyce’s fiancé’s brother, could my life get any more messed up? At least he hadn’t connected the dots and besides, I was probably never going to see him again after today anyway, right?

It wasn’t like we had anything in common, except for loving old cars, and hiking and camping, and the beach, old movies, and classic eighties rock, it wasn’t like we had been talking so long in the restaurant that our waiter had asked him to pay the check so he could go home, it wasn’t like I felt like I had known him forever even though we had just met, so yeah, I was never going to see him again after today.

When we got to the shop where his truck was and he got his stuff, I couldn’t help myself,” I’ve got an old Corvette in my garage, you want to come take a look?”

I popped the hood on the ’65 and showed him what I had done, the engine was original and rebuilt, I was working on the wiring and the interior and she needed a new paint job, I figured the convertible would be ready for the road this spring, Roger was impressed

“I’ve got a spare room, unless you’re just dying for a cheap motel somewhere,” I smiled at Roger.

“Are you sure, you don’t know me at all?”

“I know you’re a nice guy and that you seem to respect other people, I saw how you reacted when you got frustrated with your truck, the way you laughed at yourself when you kicked it and it bit back. I watched and listened as you talked to the security guard and the mechanic, I think I can trust you.”

I showed him to my guest room and went to change into something a little more comfortable, we sat and watched an old movie together and laughed at how outdated it was, the subtle tension when we got up to go to bed was interesting, Roger turning left and me to the right as we got to the hallway to the bedrooms.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and bacon wafting through the house, quickly putting my makeup back on, I got dressed and went out to find Roger in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Hope you don’t mind, I figured it was the least I could do to repay you for your hospitality, how do you like your coffee?” there was that damned smile again.

“About half milk with at least two spoons of sugar,” I grinned, “I’m a coffee wimp, I know.”

The bacon was nice and crispy, just like I liked it and whatever he did with his pancakes was amazing, we sat and ate and chatted , mostly about my car and what I needed to do to get it running, he agreed to spend the day helping me finish running the new wiring harness. We worked together wonderfully, often seeming to read each other’s minds without a word. Roger knew a few tricks I didn’t and before we knew it, we were done, I turned the key and she roared to life, all I needed was the seats to come back from the upholsterer and to get her painted.

We had worked through lunch without stopping, I ordered pizza and Roger took my Jeep and ran to the corner store for beer, collapsing into the sofa tired and elated, I hugged him hard, thanking him for his help, when he kissed me, I panicked.

“I’m sorry, Kelly, I just… I’ll get a hotel,” he looked away.

“It’s ok, it was nice, I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all,” I put my hand on his arm, “you can stay, I’m just not ready to go there, ok?”

The pizza showed up and we watched another movie, this time it was from the Marvel Avengers stuff, I found myself looking at Roger, thinking about that kiss, my mind so lost in a swirl of conflicting thoughts I barely watched the movie.

Sleep was hard to find that night as I tried to find some sense of reason in what was happening, I had never in my life been attracted to men, but Roger and that damned kiss just wouldn’t let me go, I tossed and turned, images of the two of us together doing things I would never have imagined I could ever think of much less want, it was disgusting, no it was exciting, it was scary as hell, that’s what it was.

Once again, the smell of coffee greeted me when I woke up and as I had yesterday, I hurriedly put my makeup on an got dressed before I went to join Roger in the kitchen. My coffee was waiting for me and it was perfect, just the right amount of milk and sugar and just enough coffee to still qualify. Today he made omelets, light and fluffy with a perfect blend of bacon, cheese, and veggies, I found gebze escort myself thinking I could get used to this.

I had the week off for Christmas, so I took Roger downtown and we spent the day window shopping and admiring the decorations, we talked and laughed and had lunch at a small café just off the town square

Walking back to the car, Roger slipped his hand in mine,” Kelly, I’m sorry about that kiss, but I’m really attracted to you, being with you is so easy.”

I slipped my fingers into his,” I know, for me too, but it’s just complicated,” I leaned into his shoulder hugging his arm with my other hand, “I wish it were easier, I wish things were different,” I could have sworn I saw the mall Santa smiling at me across the square, but when I looked again, he was gone.

I had no sooner closed the door and hung up my coat than Roger pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard,” Kelly, I want you in my life, whatever you think is so complicated, we can deal with it, I promise. I know it’s only been a few days but tell me it hasn’t been magic.” I looked into his eyes; he believed every word he had said.

I kissed him sweetly, pulling myself from his arms,” follow me,” I led him to the small alcove where I did most of my writing. Starting up my laptop, I opened a folder with the stories I had published to the erotica website I used, “you read, I’ll start dinner,” I kissed him again and left him to discover my secrets.

His arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed my neck,” So you really like stories about transgender women and sex, is that what is so complicated?”

“Roger,” I turned in his arms,” I wrote those stories, and in a way, they’re about me.”

“Well, they’re damned hot and also very good, have you thought about publishing them, like Amazon or something?”

“Did you hear what I said?” I pulled away.

“Did you hear what I said?” he answered back, “I want you in my life, whatever it is that you think is so complicated, we’ll figure out.”

“Dammit Roger, I’m trans. I was born a man. I have a cock just like you. Fuck! Your brother is marrying my ex-wife and my sons don’t know about my secret! How the hell do we figure that out?” I could feel myself starting to cry. I ran to my room and threw myself onto my bed.

“I put dinner in the fridge,” Roger climbed onto my bed and spooned behind me. We lay there in silence for a long time, I sniffled and pulled his arm tight against my chest.

“I don’t even know how to be with a man,” I whispered.

“Me either, but you’re not really a man, are you? From where I sit, you are all woman, and a beautiful one at that.”

“You’re just saying that. You haven’t seen me without my makeup,” I tried to laugh.

“I have a secret, too, I heard you tossing and turning last night, I came in here to check on you, I have seen you without your makeup. I don’t know what you were dreaming about but I saw you get hard; I knew all about your secret then and decided it didn’t matter. I must have watched you for an hour, admiring how beautiful you were, all I needed was for you to tell me.”

“You knew?” he nodded, and I pulled him to me burying my lips in his. Clothes found the floor and we explored each other with a passion born of the gods, I kissed his neck and played with his chest, shit he was in great shape, his nipples found my lips and I kissed and caressed them while my hand got lost in the soft hair of his chest and stomach. Slowly and delicately, I left a trail of kisses down his abdomen, stopping at his navel to explore, eliciting a soft moan.

My hand found his manhood, soft to the touch, but firm, I gave it a gentle squeeze, “Kelly,” he moaned again.

“Roger, tell me what to do,” I looked up at him hungrily, and he did.

I kissed the tip of his cock and following his soft words slowly took him in my mouth running my tongue around his swollen head getting my first taste of his sweet juice as precum oozed from the small opening. Deeper until I could take no more and then slowly back out, running my lips and tongue down his shaft and sucking his balls into my mouth, I was losing myself in his pleasure I could feel my own hardness begin to rise.

His hand found me as I took him back in my mouth, working him as deep as I could and then trying to take hm further while he stroked my shaft, I swallowed and he slipped past my gag reflex, bottoming out deep in my throat. I held him there for as long as I could, he squeezed my cock in his hand and I relented, moving my lips up and down his throbbing member faster and faster.

“My god Kelly, this is so good, I don’t know if I can hold it,” he stroked me faster and faster as his other hand found the back of my head and pushed gently, I took him all the way inside me once more, his hips clenched and his body trembled, his seed pulsing down my throat into my stomach. I erupted onto the bed next to him, collapsing in a heap as he slid from my mouth.

“I guess we both learned something new,” he licked içerenköy escort my sticky residue from his fingers and smiled at me.

I laid my head on his shoulder,” I had no idea I could do anything like that.”

“I had no idea anyone could do something like that,” Roger laughed, “I’m not a small man.”

I hadn’t even thought about his size, taking him in my mouth, bringing him pleasure just seemed so natural. My dreams came back to me, visions of Roger buried deep inside me, me screaming in pleasure filled my head.

“I wonder where else you would fit,” I raised up on my elbow and smiled down at him.

“Like in your stories?”

“Like in my stories.”

“You’re sure, it sounds like it would hurt.”

“I’ve heard it does at first, but the women in my stories seem to enjoy it,” I giggled.

It took some time to figure out the logistics, we decided on olive oil as a lube, Google said it was safe and I had a large jar in my pantry. Roger was so gentle, taking his time massaging my back and my legs before he worked his way between my cheeks, sliding his fingers inside me to explore and loosen me for what was to come. His large hands felt so good on my body, I could feel our shared energy running through us as if in a big circle, him feeding me and me feeding him, it was so different than anything I had ever felt before.

“Are you sure about this?” he turned me over on my back and helped me pull my knees up to my shoulders, I just nodded, biting my lip as he moved the head of his cock to my entrance. He pressed, I moaned, he stopped, I nodded. He pressed again and his head slipped inside me, I cringed, and he stopped. I shook my head no when he started to pull out. Slowly he pushed into my desire, my sphincter grabbing his shaft as my virginity fell by the wayside. The pain faded as he went deeper, turning into a wonderful fullness and then a strange feeling of excitement as he rubbed past my prostate.

“Oh, my god, Roger, yes,” my moans got louder, and he continued to work his way inside me, moving back out a bit and then thrusting deeper and deeper with each push. He bottomed out, his balls resting against my butt, “Are you ok?” I nodded, biting my lip.

“More, please,” I begged in a whisper and he began working his cock in and out of my aching hole , massaging my spot with each thrust, I could feel myself getting harder and harder as he plowed into me.

“Kelly, you’re so tight, this is amazing,” his eyes fixed on mine. I reached up and pulled his lips to mine kissing him passionately, words wouldn’t come but the feelings building deep inside me were unquestionable, I loved him inside me, I loved him with me, he was my missing puzzle piece, he was my spirit animal, he was my soul mate, I loved him.

We erupted together, him deep inside me and me all over my stomach, chest and face, my orgasm had emanated somewhere deep inside me, spreading through my entire body, like nothing I had ever experienced before, it had shattered my world rebuilding it into one where Roger was my center, all I wanted was to be there for him, to make him happy.

Roger collapsed next to me, running his fingers through the mess on my stomach as I licked the sticky mess from my face, “I think somebody needs a shower,” he laughed.

“I think you’re right,” we made our way to the bathroom stepping into the hot spray spending as much time kissing and touching each other as we spent washing the residue of our tryst from our bodies. Roger was quickly hard again, I smiled and turned my back to him, arching my back pushing my butt out toward him. He understood and was quickly deep inside me once more making me moan and scream as pleasure ripped through my body.

We sat naked on the floor in the kitchen eating cold chicken and rice out of the Tupperware containers Roger had put it in, sharing a bottle of wine and smiling at each other, I couldn’t help but wonder how I got here, how we got here, a few days ago, we were complete strangers and then, through a random quirk of fate, I couldn’t imagine my life without him; I had given myself completely to another man and I just hoped he felt the same way about me.

We cleaned up and changed the sheets on the bed, I nestled in Roger’s arms, pulling him as close as I could relishing the feeling of his body next to mine, imagining what it was going to be like to wake up next to him for the first time, “please whatever god made this happen, don’t let it end,” I said a silent prayer. I could have sworn I heard a soft voice whisper in my ear, “Kelly, I love you,” but I drifted off to sleep, so it might have been a dream.

I dreamt of Christmas in the big house, that’s what Joyce and I had named it when we bought the old Victorian place, Joyce was there and her new husband Rick, Eric and Joseph were busy tearing into their presents and I was there with Roger, he held me in his lap, we were one big happy family, everything was perfect. Over the mantle was a huge picture of Santa with his finger touching the side of his nose, why did he look so familiar?

It took me a second to remember what had happened last night when I awoke to find Roger next to me, he was up on his elbow watching me sleep, his hand tracing random designs on my stomach as he smiled down on me.

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