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Christmas Pearls



A festive adult short story

by

Lindsay Debout



Copyright 2018 Lindsay Debout

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This story and the characters within it are pure fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

Elizabeth held her head against the pounding as she coughed. Her hair still hurt, let alone the rest of her body. What was the point of ‘flu? There had to be some evolutionary advantage otherwise it would have died out ages ago, surely?

Her mother knocked on the door and bustled into the room. “Michael will be here soon. Are you sure you’re feeling well enough to see him?”

“I’m not going to stop him coming over on Christmas Day,” croaked Elizabeth. “We had so much planned.”

“It’s not your fault you caught ‘flu.” Her mother helped her to sit up, plumped up the pillows behind her and fluffed her hair. “That’s the best I can do I’m afraid. You still look like Death warmed up, though.”

“Gee, thanks,” muttered Elizabeth. “I feel like it as well.”

The sound of the front door bell sent her mother out of the room. Elizabeth leaned back gingerly and closed her eyes against the glare of the room. Should fingernails ache?

Two sets of footsteps came up the stairs, then the door opened again. Elizabeth’s eyes also opened, onto the vision of her boyfriend Michael standing in the doorway and looking anxious. She couldn’t help smiling even though it made her cheeks hurt. “Come on in.”

When he moved forward, her mother poked her head around the door. “Your Dad and I are off to pick up Grandma. We’ll be back in a couple of hours.” She winked and closed the door. Michael didn’t notice: he was too busy worrying over Elizabeth’s flushed face and weary expression. “How do you feel?” he asked, sitting in the chair alongside the bed.

“Better than I did,” she said, “although still like crap. You didn’t have to come over.”

He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Of course I did.”

They gazed at each other in warm, comfortable silence for a while. His physical presence sent tingles through Elizabeth that dulled the aches and pains a little. If she’d been feeling better she would have pulled him into bed with her, but right now that was out of the question.

“That’s a nice bed jacket,” he said eventually. “Have I seen it before?”

Elizabeth dragged her imagination back to the here and now. “No, it’s a Christmas present from Mum and Dad. The rest are over there on the dressing table.”

Her boyfriend glanced at the pile and then did a double-take. “Is that really a box of condoms?”

Elizabeth chuckled, then winced as her head throbbed. “Ow. Yes, they always give me at least one joke present, and that’s today’s.”

He hesitated. “Yes, but… I mean… why condoms?”

“They know we’re going to have sex sooner or later, so it’s a good opportunity to make sure I’m prepared.”

She chuckled again at Michael’s goldfish impression, and had to hold her head against the ache. “Sure won’t be needing them today. I’m really not feeling like it.”

He tore his gaze away from the little box. “I didn’t know you were even thinking about it!”

“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. In fact, I’d already made up my mind. You know we were going round to my old school friend Sue’s place after lunch?”

Michael looked at her quizzically. “Yes?”

“She wasn’t going to be there. I’d arranged to borrow her spare bedroom. Your Christmas present was going to be me.”

His eyes went round. “Are you sure? I mean, that would have been wonderful, but I wasn’t expecting it.”

Another round of coughing scraped at Elizabeth’s sore throat. “Yeah, well, best laid plans. I got Mum to phone Sue and rearrange our visit for New Year’s Day.”

Now his jaw dropped. “Your Mum knows what you’ve got planned?”

“Of course not. Well, she might have a suspicion but she won’t interfere. She trusts me, and she definitely approves of you.”

Her boyfriend went pink at the compliment. “That’s nice to hear.” He took her hand. “I love you so much,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” replied Elizabeth, equally softly – not that she had much choice. Her eyes closed but she could still feel his nearness. The tingles still insulated her from the worst of the ‘flu’s side-effects. If only she’d caught it two weeks earlier or later!

Another miserable side-effect was lack of sleep. Elizabeth must have dozed for a while because she felt herself drift back to wakefulness. When she opened her eyes, Michael was staring at the swell of her breasts under the knitted woollen bed jacket. He blushed and looked away when he realised he’d been caught, but she simply smiled. “You’d have been doing a lot more than look at them this afternoon if it wasn’t for this bloody ‘flu.”

She watched as he hesitantly glanced back at her breasts, probably expecting her to tell him off. Suddenly he shook himself. “I haven’t given you your present!” Reaching into his jacket pocket, he produced a small, oblong package. “Merry Christmas!”

Elizabeth took the gift but ran out of energy when she tried to open it. “You do it for me.” Her lover-in-waiting took it back and carefully unwrapped it to reveal a slim case. Inside was a pearl necklace, which she’d once admired in a jeweller’s window.

“That’s so lovely!” she gasped. “Thank you so much!” Michael eased her forward so he could fasten it around her neck. Under the pile of presents on the dressing table was a hand mirror, which he handed to Elizabeth. “They are beautiful!” she sighed at her reflection.

Yet another coughing fit shook her. After it was over, she sank back against the pillows. “Sorry,” she said. “And sorry I don’t have a present for you.” As she waited for the thumping in her head to ease, a wave of heat washed through her just to add that little extra dose of discomfort. She tried to kick down the sheet half-covering her but it was tangled up. “Can you get this sheet off me, please?” she asked Michael.

He carefully wriggled the sheet free and pulled it down to the end of the bed. Elizabeth was wearing very unsexy pyjama trousers, but that didn’t stop his gaze lingering on its way back up her body. Hmm. Right now she barely had the strength to move, but maybe she didn’t have to. “I’m boiling. Can you undo my top for me?”

Michael hesitated, looking doubtful, but sat on the edge of the bed and carefully undid the buttons on her bed jacket. They held each other’s gaze until Elizabeth realised he wasn’t going to take the hint, then she reached up and eased the jacket open herself.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Michael’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open as he saw her bare breasts for the first time. For a long moment he simply stared at them. “They’re so beautiful!” he gasped at last. “May I touch them?”

“So long as you don’t get me too wound up,” replied Elizabeth. “My head is already pounding.”

Her eyes closed as Michael’s fingers slid gently over the swell of her breasts, softly brushing and pinching her nipples. The tingles inside her body strengthened to a pulse. Knowing that Michael was studying her naked breasts, watching closely as her nipples grew and hardened under his fingers, was almost as exciting as his actual touch.

Arousal, however slight, did nothing to cool her down. “Take my trousers off as well,” she husked. “There’s no-one else in the house for another hour at least.”

He gulped. “Are you sure?”

“Trust me, you’d be doing me a favour. And it can be down payment on my present to you.”

Michael’s shaking hands had trouble with the knot in her belt, but finally it parted. Taking a deep breath and clenching her eyes against the thumping in her head, Elizabeth rocked from one side to the other so he could work her PJs down below her bum. From there he pulled them down her legs and off her feet. Finally unwrapped and stretched out naked in front of her boyfriend, she tucked one foot behind the other knee for maximum exposure and maximum cooling.

He didn’t look as if all his Christmases had come at once. He looked as if all his Christmases, birthdays and every other celebration in the calendar had arrived together. “You’re so beautiful!” he breathed, excitement overtaking originality. “So intricate!”

“And all yours,” said Elizabeth. “Just don’t expect me to do anything energetic.”

Michael shifted down the bed and leaned forward until his face was inches from her sex. She could feel his breath brushing her pubic hair. One hand came up and touched its fingertips to her secret lips. “Careful,” she warned. “I’ll be dry.”

His fingers moved gently over her sex, stroking lightly over the lips and tracing between the folds. It began to dawn on Elizabeth that she might be asking too much of his self-control. She didn’t want their first time together to be while she was feeling like crap, so better offer an alternative. “Don’t I get to see my present?” she rasped through a throat lined with blades.

Michael looked up at her, bewildered. “You did, remember? The pearl necklace?”

She smiled tiredly. “I meant you. You’ll have to unwrap that for me as well, though.”

He looked shocked, then sweetly shy. Standing up, he slowly undressed until he was also naked. Elizabeth’s gaze was drawn to Michael’s erection. To her unpractised eye it looked almost scarily large, twitching with his pulse. “That looks beautiful as well,” she whispered, with the female instinct for massaging the male ego. “Come closer so I can see better.”

He shuffled up to the edge of the bed, his erection pointing straight at Elizabeth’s face. “It really is lovely,” she said. An idea formed, but how to make it seem more than a poor substitute? “Could I ask you to do something for me?” she asked coyly. “I’ve been dreaming about it. Would you mind coming on my breasts?”

He gaped at her again. “Uh – okay.” Carefully he clambered onto the bed and knelt astride Elizabeth’s thighs. Seen from this angle his erection looked even larger, almost threatening.

“I really want to rub you off,” said Elizabeth, “but I don’t feel up to it. You do it for me this time, so I can watch.”

He blushed again, but took hold of his erection and began to stroke it. After a while Elizabeth turned her attention to his expression. Sometimes he glanced down at her groin, but mostly his attention was focussed on her breasts. If he looked up at her face, he flushed and quickly looked away again.

Before long Michael’s body began to undulate as pleasure rippled through him. He moaned softly, sending thrills through Elizabeth. Just looking at her body was turning him on!

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” gasped Michael.

“Oh, yes!” she murmured. Wide-eyed, she watched as he began to rub harder, then his head tipped back and he let out a cry as his orgasm struck. Doubling over, he shuddered and moaned as liquid spurted from his erection and splashed over Elizabeth’s breasts, making her coo with pleasure.

Finally spent, Michael eased himself off the bed and slumped into the chair. “That was so wonderful” he panted. “Thank you so much!”

“Thank you!” wheezed Elizabeth. “I loved it! I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”

Michael shook his head. “Don’t apologise. I want you to feel able to enjoy it when the time comes.” He wobbled over to the dressing table in search of tissues. After cleaning himself up he held the box out to her, then grinned. “Now you’ve got two pearl necklaces!”

Elizabeth looked down at herself. Below the curve of real pearls was a line of pearl-coloured droplets. She smiled and closed her jacket over Michael’s gifts to her. “I’m wearing both sets today,” she replied. “Merry Christmas!”



Ends

About the author



Lindsay lives in the English countryside with a loving spouse, two equally lovely children and assorted pets who have their moments – usually when they’re hungry. Writing is an occasional pastime, the genre of choice being adult-themed short stories from the female perspective. The goal is simply to entertain.



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Volume Three www.smashwords.com/books/view/611521



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This story, and the characters within it are pure fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older




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