Chapter 4: Christmas Day

Thomas woke to find his arm draped over a pillow. His hand was resting on Denise’s bare breast. He smiled as he remember Denise in her sexy elf outfit. He removed his hand and slid toward the foot of the bed. When he rolled over the crunchy remnants of the night before he smiled again with the memory of Denise out of her sexy elf outfit.

He pulled aside the sheet to expose Denise’s neatly trimmed bush. He kissed her labia and slowly licked upward to her clit. He heard her moan as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub. He knew she was awake when she spread her legs to give him better access.

Leaving a wet trail along her slit, then her stomach and breasts, Thomas moved back up the bed and slid his hardness into her as he lowered himself to her face for a good morning kiss.

“Merry Christmas,” he said with a froggy morning voice.

She laughed at his hoarse voice. “Merry Christmas,” she replied, then gasped as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. In seconds he pushed hard and held his hips tightly as he released his Christmas morning load. Denise let Thomas breathe for a second, then pushed him back and said, “That was a great wake-up call, but I have to get up!”

Thomas moved aside so Denise could make her way to the bathroom. While she was up, Thomas pulled the sheets off the bed and made a pile near the door. He heard Denise start the shower so he took the linens to the washer and started the laundry. He found the second set of sheets in the closet and returned to the bedroom to make the bed.

Denise entered the room with her wet hair turned in a bun on top of her head. A second towel was wrapped around her body.

“Oh, great, you got the sheets changed,” she said.

“I thought they may be good for one more night, but then figured it was Christmas so we would treat ourselves.”

Denise gave him a dirty look. She knew he knew there was no way she would sleep on the sheets after what they did the previous night. And again this morning.

“Go shower,” she commanded.

Twenty minutes later Thomas found Denise sitting in the living room. She had poured him a cup of coffee and it sat on the table near one end of the couch. In the middle of the couch were a handful of gifts.

“Present time!” she called with a girlish giggle.

Thomas settled into his side of the couch and indicated Denise should go first. They alternated opening the gifts they got for each other until there was nothing but a pile of torn wrapping paper on the floor.

“Great gifts,” said Thomas. “Thank you!” He was inspecting a box that contained a power buffer for waxing cars. “I can’t wait to try this out.”

“Thanks to you, too,” said Denise. “Very good taste, though I think some of these items are as much for you as they are for me.” She held up a dark purple teddy with a lot of straps and lace.

“Why don’t you go try it on?” suggested Thomas with a raised eyebrow.

“Tonight. Promise,” she replied. “We need to head over to my parents’ house in a little bit.”

As Thomas cleaned the discarded wrapping paper and made a pile of their gifts on the dining room table Denise took their coffee mugs to the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later they met at the back door.

“Ready?” asked Denise.

“Yep,” Thomas nodded his head and bent over to collect the over-sized bag of gifts that they were taking to her parents.

Lunch was scheduled to start at noon. When Denise and Thomas pulled into the Hoffman’s driveway they saw that Denise’s cousins had already arrived.

“Timmy and Tommy are here already,” said Thomas as he put the car in park.

“Remember, Tommy, Tom, wants to go by his middle name – Mark. And Timmy is just Tim. They think they are getting too old to be known as Timmy and Tommy.”

“Can’t say I blame them,” said Thomas.

Tim and Tom, now Mark, are Denise’s teenage twin cousins. Their parents work at the hospital and in order to get Thanksgiving Day off, they agreed to work Christmas Day. Denise’s mom insisted that the twins come to lunch with the family.

Inside, Denise’s dad was sitting on his reclining chair in the living room hollering instructions into the kitchen. When Thomas said hello to Darlene she gave him a hug and whispered into his ear.

“Will you do me a huge favor and go sit in the living room with Bernard?”

Thomas said, “Sure,” and made his way into the living room. When he sat on the couch Bernard immediately commented.

“She’s got you on baby sitting duty, huh?”

Thomas played dumb. “What do you mean? The ladies have the kitchen under control so they told me to come out here and relax until lunch is ready.”

Bernard gave Thomas a dubious look. “Then why are Timmy and Tommy still carrying things from the kitchen?”

When Thomas did not answer, Bernard chuckled. “Got you.”

They spent the next thirty minutes bull-shitting about the NFL and who would was most likely to win it all. Thomas was careful not to let his future-life knowledge creep into the conversation.

“OK, everyone, time for lunch,” called Darlene.

Lunch was fantastic. Thomas could not help but think he will need to up the number of days he went running each week, even when the weather turned colder.

Like the night before, the family migrated to the living room to open gifts in a more informal exchange than the Secret Santa and white elephant from Christmas Eve.

Bernard had a football game tuned in on the television, but at the request, demand, of Darlene the sound was muted. As the daylight faded it appeared like the party would break up, but then Mark suggested something a friend of his does on Christmas.