“I don’t know. I really liked her. I was just thinking with my dick when I first saw her, but once we talked a little bit. She’s really nice—like, the kind of girl you want to take out on a date.” Andy sighed again and shook his head. “I wish I would have just talked to her instead of acting like a horny frat guy.”
“But we are horny frat guys—at least until the end of the school year.” I chuckled under my breath.
“You’d have to meet her to understand.” Andy sipped his beer and put it down on the table.
“There are plenty of pretty girls at the mall.” I sipped my beer and nodded. “I saw this one girl the other day that made me want to start naming our kids and I never even got her name.”
“Why not? I know you’re not shy.” Andy lifted his eyebrows inquisitively.
“No, I just spent so much time staring at her that I was almost late meeting you to swap the suit.” I shrugged and grimaced. “Then you weren’t even on time, so I just totally wasted my opportunity.”
“We definitely need to get laid.” Andy exhaled sharply and grabbed his beer. “Alright, well I’m tired as fuck and if I’m going to bed alone, I might as well go to bed early.”
“I’m going to stay up for a bit. See you tomorrow.” I stood and went to the kitchen to grab another beer.
Something was definitely different about the girl Andy met at the mall because he never wasted his time on a girl that had already turned him down. His philosophy for getting laid was to invite every girl at the party to spend the night because the odds were that one of them would take him up on that offer. Mine wasn’t much different, except I usually liked to know the girl’s name and make sure she wasn’t going to annoy me before I invited her into my bedroom. Andy and I had even shared a few girls over the years who thought it was hot to hook up with twins. I wasn’t ready to retire from playing sex roulette quite yet, but it was starting to take a toll on me. Nothing ever compared to being with a woman that I actually cared about, no matter how many beautiful girls spread their legs for me. Unfortunately, it had been a couple of years since I even had a girlfriend and my last relationship ended in an explosive mess.
Andy and I took a different approach when we first arrived at college. He immediately started going to parties and hooking up with every girl he met. I fell head over heels for a cute girl named Lana that sat beside me in one of my classes. He was scoring in the double digits before I ever took Lana to the bedroom. It was majestic when it finally happened and after that, we were inseparable. I thought I was going to marry her when we graduated and was already looking at rings when she broke things off. It felt like my heart had been torn out of my chest that day, and I tried everything to win her back until I found that the reason she dumped me was because she was hooking up with one of our professors—it had been going on for a while.
The only medicine for my broken heart was the carousel of very willing girls that I had been ignoring. It wasn’t complicated or confusing—it was just sex. That worked for a while, but one day I didn’t recognize the guy staring back at me in the mirror. It wasn’t a good feeling. I slowed down a little bit after that, but the temptations were too strong sometimes. I thought a change of scenery and a nice southern girl could reset my fucked up head or something—maybe I was just getting caught up in Andy’s fantasies. College would be over soon and I had to decide if I was going to law school or moving on with my life. I was leaning towards the latter. College had taught me a lot—and more about myself than I really cared to admit. I was ready to move to a big city, get a job, and have the kind of future I dreamed about before I got lost in my own lust.
And take off that fucking suit for good.
The next day
I took the first shift in the Santa Claus suit and sat alone in my chair as I waited for the mall to open. I wasn’t looking forward to listening to greedy kids all day, but that was the job. We even got a bonus if we met our quota for photographs. In the movies, when a kid went to the mall to meet Santa Claus, they always had meaningful lists that tugged at your heartstrings. Real life was a constant parade of kids that wanted the latest video game system or every game that had been released in the last year. Sometimes they asked for unreasonable stuff, like a pony, but even that wasn’t as cute as they made it seem in the movies because they were dead serious—to the point that I was slightly scared of what would happen when there wasn’t one standing in the living room on Christmas morning.
Okay, here comes the parade.
I dealt with the usual requests, giving as many ho-ho-ho’s as I could muster behind the designer beard that cost more than the list some of the kids had. A few kids tried to tug on it, but it was secured fairly well. My elven assistants were quick to save me before it got ripped off my face. I was already looking forward to the end of my shift when a young girl walked up to the top of the stairs unaccompanied by an adult. That was unusual. There was normally a mother, father, nanny, or set of grandparents chasing the little tykes up the stairs and wrangling them towards my lap so they could get their annual picture. I never had that experience growing up, because Santa visited my house every year. It was a confusing time until I was old enough to understand the complexities of the man at the North Pole.
It was almost time for me to take a break and swap with Andy when I saw a woman approaching with what appeared to be a herd of kids. I looked at the clock, hoping that I could make a break for it, but I wasn’t going to be able to leave until my time was up. The manager also didn’t allow Santa to leave if he was in the middle of talking to a family or a group. If the first kid walked up those steps and sat on my knee to tell me what they wanted for Christmas, I was going to have to listen to them all. I didn’t have a choice. I thought I might get a reprieve when a couple of the kids started wandering off, but the woman accompanying them managed to get them back in line with a snap of her fingers. She then turned her attention me and started walking up the stairs.
“Ho-ho-ho.” I did my best to make my prosthetic stomach shake like a bowl of jelly. “What do we have here?”
I know all of those kids don’t belong to you—unless you’ve been spitting them out since you were their age.
“Hello, I’m Abigail Winters. These children are from the North Georgia Orphanage.” She motioned to the group.
Oh god—orphans? No!
“Great, I can’t wait to meet them.” I forced a smile and nodded my head.
I’d rather eat broken glass, but I guess I don’t have a choice.
I had gotten so used to spoiled brats rattling off their Christmas lists that I wasn’t prepared for kids that actually needed what they asked for. They asked for shoes, coats, and basic toys if they even had one on their lists. All of their lists were short, and I saw so much turmoil in their eyes. It seemed cruel to bring them to the mall and get their hopes up. I was pretty sure the orphanage wasn’t going to break the bank to fill their stockings on Christmas Day. I wondered how many times they had already asked for things that Santa wasn’t able to deliver. By the time the last orphan finished telling me what they wanted for Christmas, I was fighting back tears. I had to swallow several times just to maintain what masculinity I had left.
“Ms. Winters.” I motioned to the woman at the bottom of the stage. “You haven’t told Santa Claus what you want for Christmas this year.”
“No, I’m fine.” She dismissed me with a quick wave of her hand, but the kids quickly started urging her to go up the stairs. “Okay, okay!”
“Why did you bring all those kids with you.” I talked extremely low so the kids couldn’t hear me as she awkwardly hovered over my knee without fully sitting down.
“It’s an annual tradition.” Her eyes flashed discomfort, but she kept a smile plastered on her face and waved to the kids.
“They’re not going to get what they ask for though. You’re ruining their perception of the holiday.” I leaned forward to pose for a picture when my elf grabbed the camera.
“Sometimes a litt
le hope is better than none at all.” She stood and started walking down the stairs.
I got the elf to put up my sign as soon as the kids were gone. There was a line forming, but they would have to wait. I was extremely late already and I didn’t want Andy to just give up and go home. I rushed through to the back exit to find him waiting with a huge scowl on his face. I explained the situation with the orphans and he just grunted as he changed into the costume. Once he was headed into the mall to take my place, I walked to my car with my thoughts spinning. I hated that suit more than ever. It wasn’t fair to drag all those kids to the mall and let them get their hopes up. I didn’t give a fuck about what Ms. Winters said. It was nothing less than fucking cruelty. I tried to forget them as I started driving home, but I couldn’t get them out of my head. All of those sad eyes—all of those disappointed faces that would look under the Christmas tree and find out that Santa Claus forgot all their requests.
The world isn’t fair, but sometimes I wish it was. Fuck, I need a drink.
Holly
Earlier that day
I woke up and my mind started to replay what happened the night before. I was proud of myself for not going through with something that would have been a mistake, but I regretted leading Andy on—even if he was only after one thing. I showered and ate breakfast before walking upstairs to get dressed for the day. The vibrator was extremely tempting, and I was seriously considering another round with it when my phone buzzed. It was Andy. He wasn’t done with me, even after I rejected him. We sent a few messages back and forth until it was time for him to go to work at the mall. He still wanted to talk to me, which was sweet in a way, but I was still suspicious. It was clear when he talked to me at the mall that he was eager to talk me out of my panties. He almost did too, before the vibrator gave me a moment of clarity.
Well, my phone won’t be buzzing for a while, maybe I should go upstairs and make something else buzz for a little bit.
I just couldn’t resist the vibrating miracle, especially after the way it made me feel the night before. I chased my fantasies again as soon as it started vibrating on my clit. Initially, I didn’t plan on letting my fantasy carry me to the beautiful tattooed man who had been blowing up my phone, but my thoughts just wouldn’t let me focus on anything else. I still had the craving—that desire which burned me up to the point that I thought I would burst into flames before I reached my climax. Getting him out of my head was impossible, and while the vibrator worked like a drug that wiped away my desires the night before, it didn’t provide the same relief the second time around. My moment of bliss was amazing, but as soon as it was over, I found myself longing for a strong pair of arms to hold me until the afterglow wore off.
This is new. Normally, I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep after I masturbate.
I managed to quell those desires until the afterglow wore off, and then I spent the rest of the afternoon watching television downstairs. I caught up on a few shows, to the point that I was finally seeing the Christmas episodes, and every time there was a Santa Claus on the screen, I thought about the one who had been texting me. He certainly didn’t look like any of the Kris Kringle’s on television, that was for sure. I was just about to go searching for dinner when my phone lit up with a phone call from Andy. I thought about just ignoring it and talking to him via text message, but I did want to talk to him. If nothing else, a conversation was sure to reignite my doubts because he was definitely going to start propositioning me again.
“Hello?” I lifted the phone to my ear.
“Ah, you answered.” I heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone. “I was afraid you wouldn’t.”
“I thought about ignoring you, but I guess I owe you a conversation after yesterday.” I leaned back against the couch.
“It’s okay. I’m not upset. I know I came on too strong and that’s my fault. Why don’t we just talk for a while?” His voice reflected hopefulness, and I didn’t see any danger in having a talk with him.
We started talking and instead of the horny guy obsessed with getting into my panties, I got a version of Andy that was extremely charming. He told me about his grandfather, who was a rather famous version of Santa Claus, his father and the surgery that forced him to put on the red suit. He was open about his lack of enthusiasm and even admitted that he had a twin brother named Zach who swapped out with him midway through the shift at the mall. I was amazed by his willingness to help his father, especially since he wasn’t that enthused to play Santa Claus. It was a sweet gesture for sure. I told him about my family, our holiday spirit that resembled the Grinch more than Kris Kringle, and how I was spending the holidays alone. It was late into the evening before I realized that we had been talking for hours. He really was easy to talk to.
“So, you’re spending Christmas alone?” Andy’s voice sounded like he was contemplating something. “It doesn’t seem fair that you’re going to miss Christmas dinner.”
“It’s okay. I might go visit one of my friends—if I can convince myself to endure her family long enough to sit down for a meal.” I chuckled under my breath as I thought about the chaos I would witness if I went to Beth’s house.
“My brother and I are going to be leaving on Christmas Eve to go see our family in Minnesota, but why don’t you come to dinner with me tomorrow night?” He voice hesitated. “I don’t know if I have time to cook a turkey, but I’m sure I could handle everything else.”
“Hmm.” It did sound nice, his charm was starting to win me over, and it didn’t feel like a visit to his house would be nothing short of a booty call that stripped away my innocence.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.” His voice was a little more hopeful. “I want to see you again.”
“Okay—sure, why not.” I smiled, even though he couldn’t see me. “What time should I be there?”
“I’ll have to do a shift at the mall and then start cooking, so how about eight? I know that’s late…” His voice trailed off.
“No, that’s perfect.” I sat up on the couch and grinned. “I’ll see you then.”
“It’s a date.” He hung up the phone before I had a chance to respond.
Now he’s become the perfect combination of naughty and nice. I might not keep my panties on long enough to sit down at the table if I see the desire in his gorgeous eyes again.
Andy
“She agreed to come over.” I walked into the living room and sat down across from Zach. “It looks like I have a date after all.”
“Tonight?” He sat up and groaned. “I was just contemplating sleep, but I’ll leave if you’ve got a girl coming over.”
“No, she’ll be here tomorrow night.” I shook my head back and forth. “But you don’t have to leave. I’m making Christmas dinner and you should definitely join us.”
“Christmas dinner? It’s a little early for that.” Zach raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Yeah, but I don’t know man. This girl is special and she’s spending Christmas by herself so I just want to do something nice for her.” I leaned back against the chair and sighed. “Maybe that suit is wearing off on me.”
“You and me both.” Zach exhaled sharply.
“What do you mean?” I titled my head inquisitively.
Zach told me about the orphans at the mall and the conversations he had with them. I was surprised to see how much of an impact they had had on him. I knew he was late meeting with me to trade places, but he didn’t have time to explain everything while we were trying to change clothes. It was strange to see my brother displaying so many emotions. He was always a little more emotional than I was, but I saw tears trying to form in his eyes before he finished talking about the kids who were going to spend Christmas day in disappointment. It touched me too, which seemed to be another indication that the Santa suit was warming me up to a holiday I normally didn’t care for. He went to grab another beer and my thoughts started spinning. We had the financial means to help, and our father definitely wouldn’t mind if
we spent some of our inheritance—especially if it went to a good cause.
“Hey, what would you think about helping those kids have a good Christmas?” I took the beer he offered and twisted off the top.
“I thought about it, but it’s a lot of money.” He shook his head and sipped his beer.
“Which we have—just sitting in the bank.” I guzzled my beer and shrugged.
“We’re not supposed to touch our inheritance until we graduate from college.” He raised an eyebrow. “Dad was really specific about that.”
“I know, but come on—he said that because he didn’t want us to waste it on a Ferrari.” I nodded slowly. “I bet he would be okay with us spending it for something like this.”
“Maybe…” Zach words trailed off and he sipped his beer. “I’ll call him tomorrow.”
“Listen to us—trying to become Santa Claus and we can’t even wear the suit for a full shift at the mall.” I chuckled under my breath.
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Actually, if you’re going to be busy cooking tomorrow, I could probably handle the entire day.”
“Are you sure?” I blinked in surprise. “I really don’t mind. I can work half the day and then put something together.”
“No, I think I’ll be okay. Besides, if you’re going to cook Christmas dinner, I want a damn good one.” Zach’s lips spread into a grin.
“Well fuck, I guess I better stop drinking and head to the store to see if they have any turkeys that aren’t frozen.” I sighed and sat down my beer.
“Get some pies too. I don’t care if they’re from the grocery store bakery.” His eyes lit up.
“Okay, yeah—pies too.” I nodded quickly.
The plan was in motion before I really had time to think it through. Zach would handle the suit and I would make one hell of a Christmas dinner. We were definitely getting into the holiday spirit, cooking dinner for someone who wasn’t going to have one on Christmas day and planning to ask our father if we could spend some our inheritance to help orphans have a good holiday season. So much for getting laid. I was treating it like a date instead of a booty call, which was all I really wanted when I laid eyes on the gorgeous brunette. Something changed though. I still had a strong desire to feel her lips again mine, to hold those curves as tight as possible, and watch her panties fall to the floor—but that wasn’t all. I wanted to spend time with her. I wanted to hear the laugh I heard on the phone, see her beautiful smile light up the room, and know that I was the one making her happy.
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