An Overdue Gift

Sabrina stood apprehensively as she looked at the bag from the lingerie store that sat on her bed. Joe, her deadbeat boyfriend who she desperately wanted to please, had made a request this year for a Christmas gift; he wanted her in a skimpy Santa outfit on his doorstep at midnight on Christmas Eve.

Shit. This is not my thing, she thought as she took the outfit, if that's what you called it, from the bag; ruby red velvet skirt, white fur lining, see-through silk that hid absolutely nothing, push up built in bra... From there it just got more horrific. Garter belt that attached to sheer red panty hose, 4 inch black leather pumps... Oh. And here's the best part, the underwear -- they were not part of the ensemble.

Sabrina was so embarrassed once she had the entire outfit on, but looked in the mirror and thought it was not so bad. Luckily, all the workouts she was actually able to fit into her busy work schedule paid off for she was not too flabby in her skimpy little outfit. She also paid a pretty penny to have a Brazilian wax job that had her pussy shaped into a sleek design above her clit but left the rest of her hair free, just like Joe liked. The part that cost a pretty penny was finding someone on Christmas Eve to do it since he loved a fresh wax job.

Joe better like this though. In all honestly, she was not sure why she even stayed with him since he treated her like crap all the time. But she was lonely and had a horrible track record with men, not to mention every time she tried to leave him, he would end up giving her a mind blowing orgasm that left her senseless and bitable. She was 100% controlled by him and they both knew it.

Again and again her friends made arguments that were unsuccessful as they tried to convince her to leave him, however she ignored their pleas and claimed his horrendous treatment was his way of showing her he loved her. Although, she was not that stupid. She recognized full well what he did but chose to ignore her friends...with the exception of one person who held a certain level of credibility in her eyes, since he was Joe's closest friend and roommate. No matter what happened or what time of day, Tim always seemed to be there for her when Joe broke her spirit; the one who pieced it all back together. Each time she did get the courage to leave Joe, it was at the urging of Tim's advice.

Joe pulled at her strings though; sweet talked her, gave her great orgasms and wooed her with gifts so it was only a matter of time before she was his again. He had her so conditioned that when he said jump, she jumped. Hence this horrific Santa outfit on Christmas Eve.

11:40pm.

Sabrina shuddered inside as she grabbed the ankle length trench coat; took a deep breath then headed for the door with her keys and purse in hand.

The drive across town took approximately 15 minutes which left her 5 to pull it together once she arrived to apply fresh ruby red lipstick, teased her curly hair a bit more to fluff it out farther and applied more glitter and shimmery powder on her chest. One last piece to this embarrassing get up was a sexy little Santa hat that sat on her head with the pom-pom falling off the right side of her face.

Outside the snow had started to fall fairly heavy and silently fell against the windshield of her shiny red BMW but she saw none of it for she was distracted by the digital clock on the dash.

11:57pm blinked in a neon green light in contrast to the dark dashboard.

With a groan that vibrated deep within her gut, Sabrina cinched the trench tight and strutted across the parking lot to his condo with the echo of her stilettos clicking the entire way across the cement of the complex driveway.

Lately Joe had complained about how she was too busy, too focused on her career, too focused on her that she completely missed all the signs that he was unhappy. Caught off guard by his wicked accusations and threats as he prepared her to agree to the one thing she hated most. Sabrina laughed at herself as she tramped towards his door, because this was the lowest she had slunk since being with him and realized she would do just about anything for him and he abused it. This was part of it for he had never asked her to role play, never asked for dress up...until tonight.

At his door, she checked the time on her watch as saw it was 12:00am on the dot and knocked. And waited...and waited.

Inside she could hear footsteps as they approached so she opened the trench to fully expose her body marveling how fast her nipples responded to the freezing cold air as she leaned both arms high on the door frame that pushed her chest outward.

She expected Joe to open the door and be pleasantly surprised but instead she was met with his roommate Tim whom she had obviously woken from a deep sleep for his hair was tousled and his eyes were heavy. He took in her attire and met her shocked and embarrassed face with one of pleased confusion.

"Oh shit." Sabrina said as she covered up. "Is Joe here?" Tim was Joe's best friend and roommate, and the loudest voice in Sabrina's head that Joe was a piece of crap. She liked him a lot and even found him attractive, but had never explored those feelings for she was so tied up with Joe.

"Uh," Tim stammered as his eyes continued to roam over her now covered body. "Uh, em..." Tim could not concentrate for the image of Sabrina naked in a skimpy Santa outfit on a doorstep in 4 inch heels caused his dick to throb into an ever harder erection than he already sported from the dream he was just woken from. Considering he was wearing thin sweats and boxers, this was a very embarrassing situation.

"Tim, where's Joe?" Sabrina was suddenly pissed. He asked for her do this, she spent a shit load of money to pull it off and now this? He's not even here?

"Yeah, about that. I think you should come in Sabrina." Tim held the door open for her to enter the condo but once she was over the threshold, she realized how dark and quiet the interior was and felt guilty.

"Oh crap. Tim, I think I should leave. You're sleeping and it's late. I'll just go." Sabrina spun around to leave but he stopped her by shutting the door just as he leaned against it. She crashed into his warm body and had to place her hand on his firm chest to stop her from falling completely into him while his arms circled her tiny waist and automatically pulled her tight.

"I thought Joe was with you?" Tim said sheepishly as he looked into her gorgeous face that was currently pinched in shock. The Santa hat dangled next to her face and her light brown curls bounced around her sweetheart face which framed her lips in a seductive scene before him.

"I thought you were out of town?" she said as she looked up into his sleepy face.

"I was planning on being gone for the holiday weekend, but decided that driving on a Christmas was too pathetic." Then under his breath, glad I stayed.

Heat suddenly infused her blood as his hands roamed over her narrow waist but paused when he came in contact then toyed with the outline of the garter she wore under the trench. This caused a fire within her insides to flare again as she heard a quiet, almost inaudible groan from his throat. "Ah, Tim?"

"Hmm?" he enjoyed this stolen moment of sin. He'd been in love with this woman for years and dreamt of this exact moment. To be exact, she had woken him from a dream where she was most definitely dressed in such an outfit sprawled out on his bed when she had knocked on the door...this was straight out of his Christmas wish. Maybe Santa did exist after all?

For the past three years he had lusted after this tall, beauty who honestly felt she was not worth the dirt under her feet. He saw so much more, loved so much more...To him, Sabrina was an angel, and tonight his Christmas gift.

"Tim, I think you should let me go and tell me where Joe is." Sabrina attempted again to push off his chest to find he held her waist firm. "Please?" This was so naughty in her opinion, because she was aroused by another man and enjoyed the feel of his rock hard dick smashed against her crotch. This alone made her body leak the hot fluid that now flooded her pussy as she unconsciously responded to the seductive feeling of his hands as he caressed her. Due to the lack of underwear and the fresh waxing, her moisture began to seep down onto her thighs and filled the room with the scent of her arousal.

Once his brain registered the scent, he simultaneously ground his dick into her abdomen and moaned under his breath. Eventually and very reluctantly, he relented and allowed his heart's desire to push off to leave his very erect dick as it bulged with no barrier to hold it back. She eyed his erection with a tilted head and raised eye brow as she walked away from him with a snicker. "What? You show up here dressed like that and you think I won't respond? Are you mad?" he shot back with a nervous cackle. Crap he sounded like a school boy on his first date he thought!

In a nervous habit, he ran his hands through his hair and tried to wake. This had to be a dream, didn't it? "Would you like some coffee or something while you wait? I have a feeling it's going to be awhile." He paused in the doorway of the kitchen and the living room, "I swear he was with you tonight." when she did not respond, "Coffee, yes/no?"

"Yes" Sabrina said as she entered the living room after him but she held the trench tightly closed. She had never seen Tim this relaxed before, or this casual. Even when she came over, he was always impeccably dressed with his shaggy blonde hair perfectly placed. Tonight he looked...raw.

"Tim, you still have not answered my question...where's Joe?" She assumed the bar stool on the other side of the counter and watched Tim as he measured the grounds, filled the water and took down two mugs from the cabinet.

"Yeah, about that. Did he ask you to come here dressed in that?" Tim continued to talk in an effort to distract himself from the woman who leaned on the counter with a dangerous amount of cleavage that showed through the collar of her coat.

"Oh god" Sabrina groaned into her hands as she hide her face from his, "It's pretty bad, isn't it? Yeah, he asked. He was pretty specific." She unconsciously pulled the hat off, looked down at her outfit, then around the condo and asked again, "Where is he?"

"Out." Tim assumed a seat on the couch after he had turned the on button on the machine then ran his hand through his shaggy blonde hair again. "Sabrina, if he's not with you, then he's still at the bar or something. You and I both know he plays every year in a large cash poker game, so maybe he won." He shrugged when he said it but looked equally embarrassed.

Anger, fear and embarrassment ran through her in that one moment and caused her face to flush with humiliation. "No...that can't be...no, you have to be mistaken, why would he do that to me? Wouldn't he call?" but she knew. Joe was an asshole. In realization, Sabrina looked back in horror at Tim and read the 'leave him' written in his blue eyes as he watched as she once again accepted what a piece of crap her boyfriend was.

"Don't believe me? Let me call him." Tim rose and dug in his jacket for his cell phone and hit a few buttons then waited. "Hey Joe, how'd the game go for you?" a pause, "Oh, so you won? That's great. Hey, by chance, were you supposed to meet Sabrina tonight?" another long pause and then Tim winced at whatever Joe said. "Okay." Then he disconnected. "Looks like he won't be coming anytime soon, Sabrina. He's at some after party and sounds like he may be there awhile." He said coldly as he snapped his phone closed he turned to look at the beauty who sat in his living room, "Ready to leave him yet?"

"What did he just say?" her voice cracked because part of her did not want to hear the news.

"For you to go home. He'd call you in the morning." Tim wanted to throttle Joe at the moment for the look that Sabrina had in her eyes. Pain and humiliation. "Out of curiosity, when did he ask you do this?" he waved his hand in the air up and down her body that indicated her attire.

Tim watched as she turned around on one of the stools at the bar to face him again. He could feel his pulse as it pounded in his head and his breath caught in his throat as the jacket parted to show her legs encased in the sheer thigh highs.

She was completely unaware of the affect she caused and continued, "Two nights ago. I've been running all over town trying to pull this off." She was pissed now.

Back on the couch, he laid his head back and under his breath said, "Oh fuck."

"What?" Suspicious, she suddenly became very angry because this was beginning to sound like a game. She was so angry that she was on the verge of tears, but more from humiliation.

"Two nights ago we were playing poker with the boys and we all got to talking about what we would want for Christmas." He paused without making any eye contact with her, "I said if I had a girlfriend as hot as you, I would want you in a naughty Santa outfit, freshly waxed and with no underwear." When he saw her face, he quickly back peddled, "I mean, I was joking, 'cause we all know how hot you are, but I never thought Joe would go and ask you to do this... He's so goddamn jealous I never thought he would do this to you...probably to get back at me, 'cause he knows how I feel and knows I won't touch you." Tim ran hand through his shaggy hair again pushing the locks forward over his forehead in a nervous motion. Shit he was making a fool of himself.

Sabrina was stunned, "You think I'm hot?" that alone surprised her. Tim always dated clean cut, professional types. Joe had her dressed like a hoochie whenever they went out so she never thought Tim would find her attractive.

"Ah..." Her trench had slipped open farther that announced she indeed had no underwear and he could not formulate a coherent thought at the moment for she was exactly how he liked his women -- waxed in a Brazilian style with a little hair left on top. The red stockings were like beacon lights that enticed him to look at her smooth skin and envision what was tucked between her partially closed thighs. "Shit, Sabrina." He was dumbfounded and could not find the words to say because he had not been joking about what he said to Joe. He had wished for Sabrina in a naughty Santa outfit and here she was.

Damn Joe. No wait....he should actually thank Joe instead! That man had never appreciated what he had in her and now tonight he was going to break all his own rules and claim her. Fuck him for not being him. This was the last night he treated her like shit.

Sabrina took his silence to be something other than what he felt at the moment and swirled towards to the door before he could react. She was so frantic that she could not work the lock right so was unable to get the door open before she saw his hand reach around to stop hers.

His silky masculine voice was in her ear while he leaned close "Please don't go Sabrina. Stay. You caught me off guard, because as I said, Joe is very possessive of you and I was not prepared for this. I thought he was going to spend the night at your place. Please come back." His warm breath sent wonderful shivers down her spine and caused goose bumps to rise on her arms and neck. "Please."

"Why?" she whispered.

"That will take more time to explain." He answered.

"What else did he say, Tim? I saw your reaction a moment ago...There's more than me just going home and waiting for him, isn't there? When is this going to end? Oh god I feel like such a whore to him!" try as she might, the she could not hold the tears back. "I can't keep doing this."

Sabrina felt his face rest on her shoulder and felt his gentle lips kiss her shoulder has he collected his thoughts, when he spoke his words were heavy with emotion, "First and foremost, I will never think of you that way. I've been very clear on that topic from day 1. You have too much class for him and I've never understood why you've stayed with him. Second, I think you should end it this tonight, hear and now. Come back and let's talk." Sabrina felt the sudden absence of his body as he left and moved back toward the living room so she turned around and leaned on the door trying to make up her mind.

Tim walked slowly and she had to admire his backside for he wore his thin sweats that hid nothing. So... his ass was perfectly hugged by the cotton and he wore no shoes and a tight white shirt that conformed to his tight physique placing every muscle of his on display. For the first time, she noticed he had a tattoo around his bicep that was peeking out from under his t-shirt sleeve. This was by-far the most casual she has ever seen Tim, and frankly the sexiest.

Once he reached the living room, he cast a glance in her direction and his heart stopped. She stood at the door with the trench parted open to reveal the tantalizing outfit underneath, not to mention her incredible body that was screaming to be touched. One thigh was slightly cocked to the side so he had a clear shot of her perfectly trimmed pussy and could see the glistening of moisture on the inside thigh. "You coming?" he quietly asked, hoping against all hope she would say 'yes'.

A few more tears so of indecision slid down her cheeks while she held his eyes. Out of all Joe's friends, he was the kindest, the most put together. He frankly was the only one that has his shit together enough to own his own home, had money in the bank and actually had a solid plan to retire by the time he was 50. Out of the kindness of his own heart, he allowed Joe to live with him but he did not need the money to make the mortgage.

She always found she was slightly attracted to his shaggy hair, clean cut face and crisp professional attire because it was more in line with what she would have thought she would have ended up with. Instead, she had spent the past three years with a Wine Distributor who dressed for the job but after work was a biker boy who loved life on the bad side. He was successful yes, professional no.

"Sabrina?" Tim was starting to get nervous that she would actually leave. Frankly, he didn't blame her. This was some wake up call for her. At least he was here to once again put it all back together. Maybe this time she would have enough and say good-bye for good.

The door handle suddenly felt permanently fixed to her hand and she could not let go. "Oh my god, Tim. What does this mean?" The torment in her voice whipped him into motion and found him pressed up against her body which forced her back against the door beneath his 6 foot 1 frame. He cupped her face between his large, strong hands and looked deep into her troubled eyes.

"Sabrina, what do you think I'm going to say?" Tim's cool blue eyes radiated compassion, so she said the words she dreaded most.

"That's its over and that I need to leave him...tonight."

"Yes. But I could be a nice replacement though?" There he said it.

"You?" she tilted her chin up to look at him to see if he was joking however his body confirmed otherwise, so she knew the answer already.

"Yeah. I've been in love with you from the beginning and he knew it."

"You?" Sabrina definitely felt toyed with now even though she knew he probably was turned, on the statement he loved her was ridiculous.

"Yeah, me. Joe's been hanging onto you for years to torment me, Sabrina. When you walked into that bar 3 years ago, he and I argued and made a bet as to who was going to ask you out. He won. Since then, I've been trying to find 'your replacement' and have come up short every time but he kept you around and knew I wouldn't touch you unless you did one thing."

"What's that?" she was getting pissed again because she was not some toy to be played with.

"You had to leave him." He leaned close to her ear, "'Now's your chance. You're too good for him, Sabrina."