Santa's Little Helper
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa,
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Santa "cums" but once a year. Unless - perhaps - he gets some help from his sexy elf assistant!
"I have to get dressed up in this again? It's so ugly!" Candace "call me Candy or I'll pout" Murphy groaned. She held up the ratty green and red monstrosity for me to see. Her elf costume, of course, even more tattered than last year. It was awful, there was no doubt about it, but of course at Christmas it's Santa Claus who gets the glamour, not the elves. There was nothing to do but commiserate with her.
"Sorry. That's horrible."
"I know." She slumped to a chair to take a closer look at the worn piece of clothing and groaned dramatically. "There are holes in it!" she wailed, poking her finger up through one of them as proof. "How am I supposed to wear this for the next three weeks?"
"Maybe it's not so noticeable once you're wearing it?"
"Bobby! I couldn't wear this. Not in public!" She looked at me in annoyance, almost accusing me with her angry stare. "At least you have a good costume."
She was right, of course. Like I said, the Santa suit always looked good, and I looked good wearing it, even though it took three layers of padding, in addition to a couple bulky sweaters, before I finally had Santa's build.
"What can I say?" I shrugged. "I suppose I could talk to Helen about it. Maybe she can figure something out." Candy looked at me hopefully for a moment before shaking her head.
"Doubtful," she sighed, glancing at the clock on the wall. "We go on in thirty minutes."
As if on cue, Helen Martin, head of Human Resources for Taylor's Department Store, poked her head around the door.
"Robert? Candace? Everybody decent in there?" she called out loudly, making sure we could see her eyes were scrunched tightly closed.
"Wait!" I yelled. "We're both completely naked!" Helen jumped, backing out of the doorway as quickly as possible. "I'm just kidding, Helen. All clear," I laughed. "Come on in."
Helen grinned nervously, shaking her head as she entered the room. Her smile faded as she saw Candy.
"Candace?" she queried. "Why aren't you dressed? You two go on in half an hour." She stopped suddenly, as if noticing Candy's expression for the first time. "What's wrong, honey?"
"This," Candy groused, holding up the costume.
"Oh my!" Helen frowned, reaching out to run her fingers over the threadbare material. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know. Mice must have gotten into the costume room during the summer. Is it... is it still wearable?"
"Maybe, but I kind of doubt it." Candace didn't look too optimistic. "I haven't tried yet, but there are little holes everywhere, and it's coming apart at the seams, literally."
Helen seemed almost apoplectic with grief as she saw the costume. "Do the best you can, okay? I'll see if we can't get a replacement rushed here by Monday, but..."
"Monday? That's three days away," Candy said in surprise, obviously less than thrilled about the possibility of being forced to wear the costume through the weekend.
"I know... I know. But I don't think I can do any better than that." Mrs. Martin looked truly upset at the sudden crisis, but was trying to make the best of it.
"Okay," Candy replied dejectedly.
"Very good." Helen clapped her hands. "That's the Christmas spirit. Come along, Robert," she called, gesturing for me to follow her out into the hallway. "Let's give Candace a bit of privacy, shall we?" I considered mentioning that Candy and I had changed into our costumes in the same tiny dressing room for the past three Christmas seasons, but didn't know if Mrs. Martin's heart would have been able to survive the scandal.
"Good luck," I said as the two of us left Candy behind to change. She didn't look hopeful.
My name is Robert Carlson, but I prefer to be called Bobby. As far as I'm concerned, Robert is my father. I've been playing Santa Claus at Taylor's Department Store for the last six years, ever since I graduated high school. While I was in college the job was little more than a way to earn a few extra bucks during my Christmas vacation, but over the last couple of years I found I really enjoyed it. It will never be a career, obviously, but there's just something special about having a little kid look up at me, all wide-eyed in wonder. It's the Santa suit, of course, but that look just gets me every time. I still remembered the first awe-struck child I greeted.
"Good afternoon, little girl," I said in my best, deepest Santa Claus voice, hoping the nerves didn't show. "What's your name?"
"Michelle," the girl answered in a tiny voice. I knew who she was, of course. My older brother Kyle and his wife Melissa were standing behind the ropes, watching their daughter tell her uncle what she wanted for Christmas. She had no idea it was me, thankfully.
"What would you like for Christmas, Michelle?" I asked as I helped her onto my lap.
"A reindeer," she answered, "or a pony." It took a concerted effort on my part to not burst into laughter at her request. I was fairly sure her parents wouldn't appreciate a pony running through their two-bedroom apartment. And a reindeer was definitely out of the question.
"Marvelous," I said. "Although... I'm not sure I have any extra reindeer at the North Pole." Michelle's face fell at this. She appeared almost ready to cry and I hurried to continue. "I'm sure we have something wonderful for you in Santa's workshop though."
"Really?" she said, her face shining with excitement. "As good as a pony?"
"Certainly," I laughed. "My elves just love making presents for little boys and girls like you."
"Really?" she said again.
"Of course!" I laughed, giving my best "ho ho ho!" to her delight. "That's what elves do!"
To my surprise my niece looked less than sure about that as she leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"I don't think that elf likes little kids," she said, pointing with her finger to the line of waiting children, and I had to agree. My helper elf that day was a snot-nosed punk named Jeff who seemed more likely to punch one of the kids than to hand them their candy cane. I was keeping my eye on him. Unfortunately his last name was Taylor, as in Taylor Department Stores and I doubted there was anything I could do to get the boss' son fired. Not on the first day, at least.
"He doesn't make the toys," I grinned, winking conspiratorially to a suddenly curious Michelle.
"Really? What does he do?"
"He cleans up after Rudolph, and Dasher and Dancer and Prancer... " I said, breaking into an honest-to-goodness belly laugh. I knew by her expression the exact moment Michelle realized exactly what that job entailed. Her family kept two dogs, Sid and Nancy, and even though they were fairly well-trained, Michelle knew what "cleaning up" meant.
Looking out over the crowd I saw more than the normal scowl on Jeff's face. I realized I was taking an inordinately long amount of time with Michelle and lifted her off my lap and onto the ground.
"Thank you, Santa," she said as my brother strode up to take her home. Kyle mouthed "thank you" at me as well. I gave my biggest Santa Claus wave before turning to the line of children formed to my left.
"Who's next?" I asked.
"Are you ready yet?" Helen called out to Candy, who was still in the dressing room. The two of us had been waiting in the tiny hallway, me on a bench and the near-frantic Helen pacing back and forth, while Candy changed into her costume. I glanced at the wall clock, which was steadily ticking its way to the moment when Santa and his helpers (assuming the costume was okay), would make their grand entrance. We had ten minutes until "show time."
"Gimme a minute!" Candy sounded nervous, panicked and upset, even through the changing room door.
"Can I come in?" I asked, lightly rapping my knuckles against the door. There was no response, so I knocked again. "Candy? Can I come in?" There was the sound of movement from inside and at last the doorknob turned as Candy unlocked it.
"Robert?" Helen asked, clearly scandalized at the mere idea of me walking into the changing room before Candy was "decent."
"It's okay," I smiled. "Why don't you go check on the kids. I'm sure we'll be out in a minute or two."
Helen looked doubtful, but gulped as she nodded and spun on her heel and strode down the hall. I turned back to the dressing room, grinning as I entered.
"Ho ho ho!" I called out as I walked into the room. "How's my naked little elf doing this morning?"
"Shut up," Candy blushed, grinning in spite of herself. She wasn't naked, to my slight disappointment. The elf costume, as always, left little to the imagination, but seemed to be even more revealing this year. The green and red cloth appeared to have shrunk during the previous eleven months and was now stretched tightly over Candy's breasts and round little butt as she spun in a circle for me.
"Nice," I said truthfully, feeling my own Santa suit getting noticeably tighter somewhere immediately south of the shiny buckle on my big black leather Santa belt.
Candy, dressed up in her elf costume, had been one of my favorite sexual fantasies ever since we started working together during the Christmas season three years ago. At the time I was finishing my senior year of college and Candy, four years my junior, was in her senior year of high school. There had been a definite attraction between the two of us, I was certain of it, but with me going to school two states away and Candy's future uncertain - as well as being in high school at the time - neither of us acted on it.
As I watched Candy smoothing the costume over her firm backside, I felt any hesitancy I may have had beginning to crumble. I wasn't sure what her reasons had been for never making a move on me, but I resolved right then that this Christmas things would be different. I think Candy knew exactly what she was doing and what it did to me, for when I finally allowed my eyes to move up her body I found Candy staring directly at me, a tiny smile on her lips.
"It's okay?" she said, one eyebrow arched in amusement.
"Ah, yes," I mumbled, embarrassed at being caught looking. "It's very okay, even though it seems to have... shrunk a bit," I stammered. Dammit! I was never this tongue-tied around her. But of course I'd never been caught staring at her ass before.
"Thanks," Candy grinned. She spun to head out to the sales floor, giving an exaggerated sway to her hips that I found mesmerizing. "Coming?" she called over her shoulder, a knowing smirk on her face. Caught again!
I hurried to catch up.
"How'd it go?" my father wanted to know when I trudged in the house later that night. I didn't actually live with my parents, but was spending some time with them over the Thanksgiving weekend. My family, which consists of my mother and father, along with my younger siblings Caleb and Mary, had traditionally gone out Christmas shopping the Friday following Thanksgiving. Ever since I started playing Santa, however, that had changed. Now instead of spending my hours shopping I spent them sitting in a chair listening to children prattle on and on about what they wanted "me" to bring them for Christmas. I still enjoyed my family though, and sometimes regretted not being able to spend time together like we used to.
"It was okay." I paused at the kitchen table and grabbed a few cookies from a plate my mother had left out. "Busy. Thanks for letting me spend a couple nights. I wasn't looking forward to the drive back to my place." My father nodded in understanding. My apartment wasn't that far out of the way, but the drive was twenty minutes longer than I'd just made, so it felt a lot shorter.
"How were the kids?" my father asked.
"The greedy little bastards, you mean?" My father looked surprised at my question before I laughed to let him know I was joking. "Okay, I guess. I'm a little tired though. Can we talk in the morning?"
"Long day?" my father asked. I nodded. "See you in the morning then," he said.
I yawned as I turned to head up the stairs to "my" room. I slept in the guest room whenever I stayed over. When I was still living at home the room had actually been my bedroom, but my mother had converted it into her sewing room when I left for college. Except for a few pieces of furniture the room was completely different, and although my bed was still there, I still felt I was intruding.
I slipped under the covers, allowing my hand stray down to the lump in my shorts as I thought back on my day as Santa. It may have been my imagination, but it almost seemed that Candy was teasing me each time she bent down to give the children their "present" (in reality nothing more than a candy cane with a Taylor's Department Store ribbon wrapped around it and tied into a bow). If I wasn't seeing things, she was making sure I got a good look up her short elf skirt, and I certainly took advantage of the opportunity.
As I remembered the way the firm cheeks of her ass moved as she walked, I felt my cock beginning to stiffen in my shorts, helped along by my hand as I stroked up and down my length through my cotton briefs. Glancing at the door to make sure I'd closed and locked it, I reached down, pushing my shorts below my knees and freeing my erection.
Spitting into my hand, I grasped myself and slowly began stroking up and down my hard pole. My thoughts were of Candy and me, of course, in various positions and states of undress. In all of them, however, I found that I was wearing my Santa hat. Somehow I thought she would enjoy that.
In my fantasy, I was sitting in my Santa chair, exhausted from a day of promising presents to children and smiling for photographs. Candy and I were the last two people on the premises.
"Hey Santa," Candy said seductively as she sauntered to where I was sitting. In my mind Candy's elf costume had shrunk considerably, accenting her pert breasts and the cleft between her labia. I was drooling as she walked up beside me, her eyes on the obvious bulge in my pants, somehow visible even through the heavy red felt and extra padding. With a look of excitement in her eyes she reached down to stroke my cock. "Nice," she said.
"Are you ready to unwrap your present?" I asked as I thrust my hips up into her hand, putting more pressure on my erection. In real life my hand was a blur as I brought myself closer to orgasm, imagining Candy laughing as she tugged my Santa pants down over my hips. My erection slapped against the side of her face, but Candy didn't seem to mind.
"I want to suck it," she said, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and stroking me a few times before dipping her head down. Her pink lips opened and her tongue snaked out, bathing me with moisture as she licked around the crown of my cock. I let out a strangled cry as her lips opened wider and Candy engulfed my prick.
"Mmm..." she mumbled as she took almost my entire length into her mouth. I could feel her throat muscles loosening and the head of my prick slipped even further in until my pubic hair pressed against Candy's face.
"Holy shit," I gasped as I felt her throat ripple around my cock. Candy grinned up at me as best she was able before she backed away, slowly revealing my shaft, shiny with her saliva, until only the head of my prick was still in her mouth. He tongue lashed against the spongy tip for a moment, drawing another groan of appreciation from me, until she once again took my entire length into her mouth.
As Candy bobbed up and down my prick, I took the opportunity to reach down and cup her breasts in my hands. They were firm under my fingers, the rock-hard nipples poking out from under the green cloth and digging into my palms. I began to squeeze them, teasing at the turgid flesh, stroking her tits in time to Candy's sucking.
As I felt my real life orgasm quickly approaching, I fast-forwarded my fantasy to keep up the pace. Candy was now topless, her firm breasts swaying ever so slightly on her chest as she stroked my erection in her hands. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked up at me.
"I want you to come all over my tits," she said breathlessly, her hand a slippery blur on my shaft. I grunted in agreement as my own hand mirrored her actions. In my fantasy I erupted all over her breasts, coating them with my sticky semen, as I simultaneously exploded into a tissue I held close to the tip of my cock.
Tossing the sticky tissue into the trash can beside the bed, I pulled my shorts back up. My breathing slowly returned to normal as I huddled under the heavy blankets. Outside it was snowing and the howling wind kept me awake, my mind filled with thoughts of Candy and how I would behave around her the next time we worked together. Eventually I fell asleep.
"Bobby, wake up!" There was a pounding on my door and I jerked awake with a start. The knocking continued and my mother called through the door once more. "Bobby, are you up yet?"
"I'm up," I groaned, seeing by the clock on the sewing table that it was just after seven in the morning. "What the heck? Why so early?"
"Can I come in?" my mother asked.
"Guess so," I called back before I realized I was nearly naked beneath the bedclothes. "Hang on a second," I said as I jumped out of bed. I grabbed my slacks from the chair where I had deposited them the night before, but wasn't able to get completely dressed before the door opened.
"Oops! Sorry," my mother stammered. I shook my head and turned away as I finished zipping up the jeans.
"It's okay," I said, pulling a clean t-shirt over my head. Fully dressed, or at least now presentable, I turned to face her. "What's up?"
"The twins and I were going to hit the mall," she answered. "We were wondering if you wanted to join us."
"This early? I thought all the good sales were yesterday," I teased.
"Not all of them," my mom answered. "Carlson's is having a sale on sporting equipment and I know Caleb wanted a new baseball bat and glove, and Mary had mentioned hoping to see if the music store had the new CD by... what's that singer's name?"
"I know who you mean," I said. My sister Mary, for some reason, had taking a strong liking to whichever teen idol was on top of the charts that week. Disgusting, bubble-gum crap, if you asked me, but at least she kept her stereo low enough that I didn't have to listen to it. And besides, no one ever asked me, anyway.
"So, what do you say?" my mother asked. "We could always catch a movie when we're done shopping."
I thought about it for a moment. I really didn't have anything to do. I worked on Sunday, but for some reason the Santa rotation (there were three of us), had me off all day Saturday, which was fantastic. The day after Thanksgiving is traditionally the busiest shopping day of the year, but the weekend is always busy, and I was thankful I didn't work two long shifts in a row.
"Sure," I answered. "Why not?" I figured I might as well. It had been quite a while since I'd been able to hang out with my mom or the twins and I really didn't have anything else going on. "What's Dad doing today?" I asked.
"Oh, he's still working on getting the new offices ready." My mom shook her head in mock disgust, but her smile gave away her true feelings; it was obvious she was proud of my dad. He had been, at one time, the youngest full partner in one of the city's most prestigious law firms, and with the recent passing of the founder of the firm my father found himself taking over a large share of the old man's duties.
I certainly envied him his lawyer's salary, which dwarfed the paychecks I received working as a teacher's aide, but I didn't begrudge him the hours, that was for sure.
"Well, his loss," I shrugged. "Now, if you'll get out of here, I'll take a shower and get dressed for real."
"I'm going, I'm going," my mother laughed. "Breakfast in twenty minutes?"
I looked at myself in the mirror, checking out the state of my stubble and the tangles in my hair, along with the acrid taste in my mouth.
"Better make it thirty."
It took me forty minutes to get ready, as it turned out, although no one seemed to mind too much. My brother and sister, Caleb and Mary (the twins), were still seated at the table, reading the comics to each other and laughing hysterically.
"Morning," I said as I sat down to my grapefruit and cereal.
"Morning," the twins answered in unison, not looking up from their reading.
It never ceased to amaze me how in sync the two of them appeared, and I wondered what would happen in a couple years if they decided to attend different colleges. Somehow I doubted that would ever happen, but it was a possibility. Mary was hoping to become a nurse and Caleb had talked about going into one of the sciences - botany or biology or something - and I wasn't sure if any of the colleges in this part of the state would be able to accommodate them both.
"Not so much sugar," my mother scolded as I heaped a third spoonful over my grapefruit half.
"Too sour this early in the morning. You know that," I replied. I didn't need the sugar. I knew that. But it was somewhat of a tradition the two of us had. My mother chastised me for the heaping piles of sugar I ingested with my grapefruit, and I ignored her. It seemed to work out well enough.
"Well, hurry up then." She shook her head, sitting down to her cup of coffee and toast, smothered in all-natural preserves. No sugar for her, I thought. At least none that isn't already in the fruit to start with. I wondered how my teaspoons of sugar compared to her crushed and pressed strawberries, but decided the effort wasn't worth it.
The two of us ate in silence, relatively speaking, our morning meal interrupted only by the peals of laugher from the twins on the other side of the table. Eventually however, my mother picked up her plate and drained the last of her orange juice.
"Everyone ready?" she asked. I stood also as the twins folded the paper and placed it in the middle the table. The four of us headed out into the cold. I was happy for the tall collar on my jacket and zipped it all the way up, partially obscuring my face from the bitter wind.
"Such a baby," my sister Mary laughed. She was the hot body of the family, by which I mean no matter how cold it was, she always complained of being too warm. Today for instance, my mother and I (and even Caleb, who usually sided with Mary on almost everything), were bundled up against the abnormally cold, late-November air. Mary, on the other hand, was dressed in nothing more than a fairly flimsy skirt and shirt. It was a long-sleeved shirt, but it appeared to have roughly the same thickness as a t-shirt. I wasn't sure how she could stand it.
We piled into the car, my mother sharing the front seat with me while the twins took the back. I turned heat up as high as it would go, immediately drawing a complaint from Mary, but I simply turned and stuck out my tongue.
"Open a window," I laughed. To my surprise she did, but that lasted for all of ten seconds before Mom made us compromise. The window was rolled back up and the heat was turned down a bit. I zipped my coat back up for the remainder of the ride to the mall.
"Well, we're certainly not first," Caleb remarked from the back seat as we pulled into the large and crowded parking lot. We eventually found a parking place somewhere in one of the outer rings of parking and trudged into the mall.
To say our shopping experience was less than ideal would be an understatement. The crowds at the mall were twice as big, if not more, than what I'd seen the day before at Taylor's Department Store. As we ate dinner at one of the food court tables, I happened to glance over to the holiday display, and immediately a wide grin split my face, judging by the reactions from Caleb and Mary.
"What?" Mary said at last, turning to look at what was making me smile.
"Nothing," I said. "Just looking at the long line to sit on Santa's lap, and glad I'm not in costume today."
"Whatever," Mary shrugged. "It's not that funny."
It wasn't, she was right, but that wasn't really what had made me laugh. I had seen the mall's Santa almost buried under a tangle of arms and legs as a large group of teens, far too old to believe in Santa Claus, piled on top of him, which reminded me of a day a few years ago when I was on the job.
"How much longer do we have to stand up here?" Jeff asked me, his already nasal voice turning dangerously close to a whine. If it wasn't for the fact that he was related to the owners of the store, I knew he would have been out on his ass long before now. He was the worst elf I'd ever seen, and I was thankful that the shift was almost over.
"Another hour," I said under my breath while the little boy sitting on my knee described in painstaking detail the exact make and model of the fifteen or twenty toy cars he wanted me to bring him for Christmas. I'm sure my eyes glazed over a bit as the boy went over the color and number of doors, but I had developed the skill of nodding and interjecting a "ho ho ho" into any silence I heard, and when the child left he seemed satisfied, so I was happy.
I'll admit I wasn't paying attention to who was next in line, so it was a big surprise when I felt myself suddenly being attacked from all sides.
"Smile, Santa!" I heard and there was a flash of light from a camera behind the velvet ropes as I was smothered. I looked around me, seeing nothing but long tan legs jutting out from short skirts and breasts almost bursting out of tiny shirts. What was going on? I focused a bit more and realized that a group of six or seven high school girls had skipped the line and were now pestering me from all sides, telling me in their high-pitched, chatty voices exactly what they wanted for Christmas.
"I want a new cell phone..."
"I want a new stereo..."
"I want a new car..."
"I want Brad Pitt..."
I just rolled my eyes as the girls traded off sitting in my lap, squirming a bit more than necessary and leaning in to whisper their gift "requests" in my ear. As the girls pressed pair after pair of soft tits into my chest I felt myself blushing as I realized my cock - damn traitor! - was beginning to come to life. Then to my horror, and that of many of the parents in the line, I saw Jeff, weasel that he is, begin to mock me with crude arm motions, as if her was jacking an imaginary, enormous prick jutting out between his legs.
"Sorry ladies," I said, attempting to stand, much to the girls' dismay. "Santa has to talk to some younger children."
"Okay," one of the girls pouted, her lower lip sticking out to prove her displeasure. "Just as long as you come visit me this Christmas."
"Yeah, yeah," I said, somewhat distracted by a father who seemed to be ready to rip my elf a new asshole. "I'm sure I'll come on Christmas Eve."
It wasn't until the girls broke out in another round of laughter that I realized what I had said, and I felt myself blush anew as the girls left, laughing hysterically. Hoping to smooth over any emotions that might be boiling over because of the actions of my elf, I stood and moved as quickly as I could to the front of the line.
"Why don't you head out a little early, Mr. Elf," I said to Jeff, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. "I think it's time for you to be heading back to the North Pole, don't you?"
"Whatever," Jeff shrugged, taking off his cap and stalking away.
I whispered an apology to the angry father, taking his daughter by the hand and carefully placing her on my knee as she started reciting her gift list in my ear. In truth, the crowd of people was larger than it had been all day, but after Jeff's behavior I felt it was safer to brave the last hour on my own, even if I would have to hand out the candy canes.
I was somewhat surprised then, a few children later, to find that every one of the kids coming up to me was already clutching one of the red and green striped candy canes in their hands. I glanced over to the rope line fearing Jeff had come back for some reason, but saw only a girl I didn't recognize. She wasn't in any kind of costume, but was efficiently controlling the crowd, a skill Jeff had never acquired during his time as an elf.
Finally the shift ended and I made my way to the girl, who was waving goodbye to the last child of the evening.
"Santa," I said, sticking out my hand in greeting. The girl smiled wearily before extending her own.
"Candy," she replied. "Don't laugh! It's not my real name, but it's way better than Candace."
"Candy it is then," I smiled. "You can call me Bobby; Santa is just my stage name, you know."
"Gotcha," Candy replied. "I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind... I saw what the elf did, and the crowd was getting kind of out of control, so I just jumped in," she said. She almost appeared worried, as if she might have broken some North Pole "code of conduct." If that was the case, I certainly wasn't aware of it, and wasn't going to complain if she had.
"No worries from me," I said. "And I should thank you for it. It helped me out a lot."
"Good" she said. "It was fun."
"Yeah?" I asked in amazement. "Jeff never really thought so."
"Is Jeff the elf? she asked. I nodded. "Jeff's an asshole," the girl said venomously. "Sorry," she blushed when she saw the look on my face.
"You two go way back, I take it?"
"No, but I saw what he did."
"Were you in line?" I asked.
"With my little sister," Candy replied.
"Which one was she?" I wanted to know.
"You'll remember her. She wanted the dump truck."
"Her?" I laughed. It had shocked me when this cute little girl, no more than three or four, had climbed onto my lap and requested a whole slew of demolition equipment.
"That's her," Candy smiled. "Our father builds houses."
"I understand." I nodded. "Well anyway, I'm all hot and sticky in this costume, but I just wanted to make sure I thanked you properly," I said, pulling off the red Santa hat as I spoke.
"It was no problem," she answered. "Like I said, I had fun."
"Yeah? How about you do it tomorrow too?" I asked. "Jeff was the only elf who worked nights this Christmas, and I doubt he'll be back after tonight. I know of at least two parents who were going to complain."
"More like ten," Candy giggled. "I had some interesting chats with the parents this evening."
"No shit?" I said, covering my mouth with my gloved hand as I heard myself swear. "Oops... sorry."
"No shit," Candy laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Well, you're my kind of girl," I said. "And seriously, you should talk to Helen. She does most of the hiring and I bet she'd be thrilled to have you." The conversation quickly tailed off and the two of us parted ways - Candy to her car and me to the changing room. The next evening when I went into work I had a quick conversation with Helen, who sadly informed me that Jeff would not be able to be my elf, but she had "fortunately" been able to hire a great new replacement.
I grinned in recognition as I walked out into the North Pole area of the department store, seeing Jeff's replacement standing at the head of a long line of excited children.
"Hey Santa," my new elf said as I sat down in my chair. "Long time no see." It was Candy of course.
That all happened three years ago. She had been "my" elf, and I think maybe I'd been falling in love with her, ever since.
This all flashed through my mind as my mother and siblings ate lunch. After the we had all finished eating, Caleb and Mary decided they'd had enough shopping for the day and, although it was only a bit after two o'clock in the afternoon, said they were going to head home.
"We're not going to see a movie?" I asked, a bit shocked at that notion. My younger siblings were notorious, at least in our household, for being voracious movie watchers, and the idea that they were going to pass up an opportunity to watch a free movie amazed me.
"Nah," Mary responded while Caleb shook his head.
"If you want to stay and watch something, I could come back and pick you up," my mom offered. I felt a bit foolish at the idea of having my mother shuttle me back and forth between the mall and home, almost as if I was in Junior High again, and gave up on the idea of a movie. I'd just have to be happy with a book and maybe some television.
"That's okay, I guess," I sighed, perhaps more melodramatically than I'd intended. "It's fine." My mother, sensing my discomfort, but also my desire to see a movie, immediately acted as if the twenty minute drive each way was no big deal.
"It wouldn't be a bother," she said, which started another round of back-and-forth between us as we debated the merits of seeing a movie or not.
As we were discussing this I felt someone walk up behind me. I was turning to see who my brother and sister were looking at when the person started talking.
"Hey Santa," Candy said as I looked up at her. "How's it going? You here checking out the competition?"
My mother and siblings gave me a confused look and I was forced to explain my relationship with this strange girl.
"She's my elf," I grinned.
"Actually I prefer to think of myself as Santa's little helper," Candy said. "I don't really have elf ears, you know." Candy pulled up her stocking cap to show that she deed indeed have distinctly non-elvish ears.
For some reason this cracked up Caleb and Mary and soon the five us were all laughing, although I'm not sure any of the rest of us knew the real reason. After a bit, and at some unspoken signal both my brother and sister stopped their laughter, just as Candy turned to me.
"I should be going," she said as she stood. "I was supposed to meet a friend to see a movie, but she just called and can't make it."
"Heading home then?" I asked.
"No, I already bought tickets so at least I'm going to see the movie, even thought I don't think the theater will take back the other one. Oh well." I knew from our previous discussions that Candy lived only a couple miles from my parents' house and was beginning to formulate a plan to somehow take advantage of this when Caleb broke in.
"What are you seeing?" he asked. When Candy answered it was but a moment before Mary interrupted.
"Could you give Bobby a ride home?" she said.
"Oh, were you going to see a movie too?" Candy asked in surprise. I hemmed and hawed for a moment before admitting that I had been wanting to see something, although it hadn't looked like it was going to work out.
"If it's okay with you, I suppose I might as well buy your leftover ticket," I offered.
"I don't know," Candy smiled. "Why would I want to go with you?" she teased, much to my mother's amusement.
"Because I'll buy you popcorn and soda if you do," I said.
"And if I don't?" she teased.
"Then I'll buy my own ticket and I won't help you out of your seat when your feet get stuck to the floor," I laughed.
"I guess I better, then," she agreed.
"Well, that's settled," said Mary.
"Yeah, can we go home now?" Caleb wanted to know. We were all laughing at the sudden turn of events, the laughter from my mother and siblings growing even louder when Candy realized "our" movie was going to start in five minutes and grabbed my hand to pull me from the table.
"Come on," she pleaded. "We're going to miss out on the previews and you won't have any time to get me any snacks!"
"See you later," I called over my shoulder to my amused family as Candy dragged me away.
"Don't you work today?" I asked Candy. I was off the schedule since we had two other "actors" portraying Santa, but hadn't thought we were very well-staffed as far as elves, or "little helpers," if Candy preferred that designation.
"I was supposed to, but I traded with Larry," she replied.
"Why?" I asked. At my question Candy blushed slightly, remaining quiet. "What?" I asked again. "Why'd you trade? Something going on that I don't know about?"
"Never mind," Candy said, dismissing my question with a quick shake of her head. I was momentarily distracted by her long curly hair as it fanned out behind her. We were standing in front of the theater now, the floor-to-ceiling windows letting in the early afternoon sunlight, which glinted off her auburn hair.
"Oh. Um... okay," I answered. "Just checking if there was something I needed to know."
"It's cool," she grinned, catching my look. "Come on, let's get in line for snacks." She dragged me to the concession counter before stopping short. "Are you even hungry?" she asked. "I mean, you did just finish eating."
"Nah, it's fine," I said, enjoying the feel of her hand in mine. "What do you want?"
We continued holding hands while standing in line. and I felt we were both quite aware that our friendship, which had never before gone beyond quick hugs and friendly waves goodbye, had suddenly shifted to some other gear. Neither of us said anything, however, and we were forced to let go of the other's hand when our food arrived. Candy took the large tub of popcorn and I grabbed the soda and a couple boxes of candy.
"Where do you want to sit?" Candy whispered as we entered the darkened theater. Despite our best efforts, the two of us had arrived during the middle of the previews and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting.
"Doesn't matter. Why don't you pick?" Candy nodded and led the way to an empty row, only a few feet from the back of the theater. She sat down, folding back the arm rest between our seats and sliding next to me as I sat down.
"Easier for you to reach the popcorn," she said as she pressed herself against me. Once again I was distracted by her hair as it brushed against the side of my face. I laughed, spitting out a few strands I had inadvertently taken in along with a mouthful of popcorn.
"Sorry," she grinned, looking anything but apologetic as she handed me the popcorn in order to pull her hair back out of the way. When she leaned back against me the only thing I could feel was the smooth warm skin of her cheek pressed against my own.
"Much better." I twisted my head and impulsively gave her a tiny kiss on the cheek.
"Bobby," she exclaimed quietly, her eyebrow arched in surprise. "Getting kind of fresh, aren't we?" She was obviously teasing, but I still felt the heat rising in my cheeks.
"Well, I did buy the snacks," I said jokingly. Candy appeared to think it over for a bit, biting down on her lower lip as she pretended to ponder what I'd said. To my surprise she grabbed my right arm and carefully - so as not to spill any of the soda - pulled it up and over her, finally bringing it to rest on her shoulder.
"Much better," she grinned, leaning more fully against me.
"Oh, easier for you to get a drink of soda now?" I teased, holding the straw up to her lips. She smiled and took a long sip, my cock giving a lurch in my jeans as her lips did things to the straw I didn't think were legal in public.
"Or something," she winked.
My heart was beating madly in my chest and I was surprised the thumping wasn't audible in the quiet theater as the no smoking, no cell phones, no talking slide announced the beginning of the movie.
As the opening credits rolled I realized the film was one I'd already seen. I tuned out what was happening on the screen and concentrated on taking in everything I could about Candy. Her scent, her touch, everything. I couldn't be certain what she was feeling, but everything about this "date" just felt right. I didn't want to assume anything, but didn't want to rule out anything either.
It seemed as though Candy might be as preoccupied as I was, as her hand, once the two of us finished off the popcorn, dropped immediately to my leg. As events took their course on the screen in front of us, Candy would accentuate bits of dialogue or funny moments with little taps of her fingers. It almost seemed as if she was deliberately, but cautiously, making her way up my leg to my already erect cock. I glanced down slowly, not wanting to draw undue attention, and was mortified to see the rather visible lump in my jeans. If Candy would have been looking, the length of my cock was clearly outlined beneath the blue denim.
If it was her intent to drive me crazy, Candy did it with absolute perfection. Her fingers, inching ever closer to my erection, had my heart beating a mile a minute and the side of her breast, with each breath she took, seemed to press more insistently against my hand. I was flexing my fingers, preparing to turn my wrist and find out if all this was intentional, when the theater lights went up, the movie finished, much to my surprise.
We had been sitting so close together that our cheeks seemed almost glued together as Candy and I pried ourselves apart. I took a quick look down in my lap, noticing Candy's fingers were only tenths of an inch from latching onto my hard pole. I breathed a sigh of relief as Candy stood, turning to grab her coat. I was presented with a tremendous view of her ass, the round cheeks almost pressing against my face. I took the opportunity to stand, surreptitiously adjusting my cock to a position somewhat less painful.
My stealth was all for naught, however, as Candy took a step backwards, bumping firmly against my crotch, the pole of my erection wedging neatly between the firm cheeks of her ass.
"Sorry," I mumbled, immediately pulling my hips back in order to put some breathing room between us. Candy just grinned at me over her shoulder and I wondered if the entire thing had been planned.
To my surprise and relief, the mood from the movie didn't seem to have been broken, as my hand seemed to almost gravitate toward Candy's and the two of us held hands as we walked in the late afternoon chill to her car.
"Thanks for the movie," I said as Candy unlocked her car. I grabbed the scraper to clear off the windshield while she started the vehicle. "I had a really good time."
"Me too," Candy said. She navigated out of the parking lot and onto the road, heading for my parents' home. "It was fun. We should do it again sometime."
"Sounds like fun."
Eventually we arrived in front of my parents' house, and Candy and I exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. We chatted for a moment before I saw the porch light turn on. Sunset came so early during the winter that it was almost dark now.
"I should probably head in," I sighed. "Thanks again."
"Any time," Candy grinned, sliding across the front seat and planting a kiss firmly on my cheek. "Give me a call."
"I will. See you at work." I climbed out of the car and watched as Candy drove away, her tire tracks leaving a clean imprint in the fresh snow. She waved as she turned the corner and drove out of sight.
"Hey Bobby. Kind of steaming the windows up a little bit, weren't you bro?" Mary asked when I walked in the house. She and Caleb were sitting on the couch, watching some old black and white TV show. I sat down next to my sister, giving her a look of pure innocence.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," I huffed. "All we did was talk."
"Uh huh," she smirked, clearly not believing me. She grinned slyly and performed the move all children grow to hate, licking her finger just like our mother and wiping my cheek.
"What?" I asked, brushing her hand away as I stood. She held her hand up, showing me the lipstick smeared on her index finger.
"Talking, huh?" she grinned. "I think you missed a little lipstick, dear brother." She and Caleb cracked up at this, giggling after me as I went up to the guest room.