Latke leaned over and nuzzled Menorah's covered breasts through her dress. She tickled both nipples, knowing the fabric would add its own element to the sensation. Then she moved her hands down to Menorah's thighs, where she caressed her thoroughly with all ten fingers.
Menorah spread her legs. “Touch me.” It wasn't an order, nor was it begging. It was just beautiful.
Remembering her mistake from earlier, Latke made sure her finger was feather-light as she swept it around Menorah's vulva and then slipped between the folds. “Like this?”
Menorah nodded laconically, sighing. “Dreidl....”
The other little fairy knelt between Menorah's legs and positioned the candle, narrow end forward, so it nudged her entrance. Latke continued the dance of her finger as Dreidl pushed inside.
Menorah groaned so mightily that if Latke didn't know that humans were always oblivious, she would have worried the cry would awaken them. The groan became two and three and more, Menorah crying out with every thrust. She bucked her hips into Latke's hand, and Latke sped up her finger strokes, still careful not to press harder.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Menorah's back arched as she came with her arms outstretched. At her moment of peaking, she glowed like fire, her eyes yellow, light shining from her mouth.
Latke felt good about it. The human Abigail would have further luck with her jewelry site.
Dreidl held on to the candle as she pulled out, then cast it aside as she bent down to catch the last quakes of Menorah's orgasm against her face. Then she slithered up Menorah's body to embrace her, wrapping her thighs around one of Menorah's. Latke smiled as she noticed how Dreidl's face shone with the juice of fairy sex.
“If I don't come soon I'll burst into tears,” Dreidl pouted in the most gossamer of voices.
“I've got you,” said Menorah, wrapping one arm around her protectively.
Dreidl ground herself against Menorah's thigh, whimpering slightly. Menorah worked her hand in between them and Latke guessed from the sudden joy in Dreidl's face that Menorah's fingers had found home.
Latke reached out to the top of Dreidl's corset and caressed the tops of her breasts, edging the corset down slightly so that two tea-rose nipples peeked out. She rolled them both between her fingers as Dreidl gave herself to Menorah's hand.
Finally, with an explosive “Yes!” Dreidl came, propelled into the air. Faster and faster she spun in circles until Latke couldn't look without getting dizzy, and rested her face against Menorah's shoulder instead. When Latke picked up her head again, Dreidl lay satiated on the leather jacket, and glitter in every shade of the rainbow surrounded the three of them.
“That was great,” Dreidl gasped.
“How's our miracle?” asked Latke.
Menorah was silent, reaching out with her mind. “I think it took.”
“Terrific!” Dreidl exclaimed.
But Latke was looking over to the far side of the room, where Eitan's guitar stood on its stand. “Hey, we still have time before the humans wake up, right?”
“Yes,” said Menorah. “Why?”
“I want to do something for Eitan,” Latke explained. “He's been desperately wishing for a better chord for his song, but the only miracle he wished for tonight was for Abigail. I'd say that deserves a miracle of his own, right?”
“You're so generous!” Dreidl grinned and threw her arms around Latke, resting her head on the other fairy's shoulder.
“Oh, sure, I'm so generous, such a hardship to go and touch myself,” Latke joked. “Anyway, you two put on such a good show that I've still got plenty of oil in me.”
She flew to the guitar as Menorah and Dreidl returned the leather jacket to the folding chair. Once landed on its curved, wooden shoulder, she sat down and opened her legs.
Her vulva was still pretty wet from before, and she was sensitive and engorged from all the wonderful, intimate parts she'd been touching during Menorah and Dreidl's turns. With her right hand on her left breast and her left hand between her thighs, she quickly brought herself to another orgasm. This time, when she finished, she heard the strings of the guitar vibrating softly in sympathy. That's it, she thought. That's Eitan's chord.
She licked her fingers idly as she recovered from the happy delirium. Another miracle from the Chanukah fairies.
***
Clashing alarms—Abigail's was from an old-school video game, and Eitan's was, cruelly, “Never Gonna Give You Up”—sent the couple careening out of each other's arms and flailing for their phones. “Uggghhh.... do I really have to go back to retail hell?”
“Maybe today will be better,” said Eitan. “I bet yesterday was the official shopping day for Cranky Entitled Assholes, and they all got it out of the way already.”
Abigail grinned sleepily. “Keep on making me laugh and maybe I'll have the energy to brush my teeth.” She scrolled around on her phone. “Destiny's dog is missing.”
“Oh, man, that sucks. I'll keep my eye out. Tell her I can put up a notice at the co-op if she sends me a picture,” Eitan called from the toilet.
Just then, Abigail came running into the bathroom holding her phone and practically jumping up and down. “Ohmygodohmygod!!!”
“Hm?”
“They sold! My necklaces sold! And some of the earrings, too! Oh, my god... five... six... eight sales! Eitan, I sold eight things last night! Oh my god!” Abigail abandoned her phone on the countertop and flung her arms around Eitan's neck.
“Abbie, I'm literally on the toilet.” But Eitan was laughing, his mouth almost hurting from smiling so hard. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her so happy.
“Whoohoo!” Abigail bounced off with her phone, presumably to package up her wares.
Yup, Eitan thought to himself, it was going to be a good morning. And if he ate breakfast quickly, he'd have a few minutes to spend with his guitar before leaving for work....
THE END
ABOUT SHIRA GLASSMAN
Shira Glassman is a bi, Jewish violinist who has ALSO had very poor luck selling beaded jewelry! But her spouse does not play guitar. Other than that, this story is a bit transparently autobiographical but if there are fairies shtupping on our furniture we've never seen 'em.
Ms. Glassman can be found online at:
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For more queer Jewish fantasy by Shira Glassman:
The Second Mango
Climbing the Date Palm
A Harvest of Ripe Figs
short story: Wet Nails
For erotica in a fantasy setting that includes trans/nonbinary characters, mermaids, and goddesses, check out the thirteen short stories at the end of Tof Eklund's Autumn Harvest: Maiden
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