A Gift Named Holly

I had a new determination burning inside me, so I dried myself quickly but thoroughly before wrapping the towel around my waist. I wasn't keen to go back into that room without covering myself this time. I opened the door, half expecting to find the room empty as the steam cleared.

She was still there, waiting for me on my bed. To my surprise I actually felt relieved to see her again, which also meant that I would have felt disappointed to find her gone. She had apparently understood my meaning earlier when I'd mentioned how distracting she was. The t-shirt she now wore was one of my favorites, and I had to admit it looked better on her than it ever would on me. It was a bit large for her, of course, coming down just below her hips but not quite far enough to cover the tops of her thigh-high stockings. I suspected she was wearing nothing else but didn't bother to ask.

"I was worried you would never come out of there," she said as I approached. She was still fidgeting, but the smile was back. Her lips were the same bright red as before, a perfect match to the doll. I wondered if it was lipstick or if perhaps her lips were naturally that color?

"No need to worry, I'm back now," I replied. "I had a feeling you'd still be here as well."

"Are you upset?" she asked. "If you want me to leave, I can make that happen." The sadness in her voice was anything but subtle.

"No, I'm not upset. I promise. I see you found one of my shirts. It looks good on you," I said with a smile of my own. She returned it.

"Really? I hope you don't mind, I just didn't want to distract you too much. And I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have done that, but I just hoped that maybe if I were naked you would be happier to see me?"

"It was quite a surprise for sure, but I definitely can't complain. So, what do I call you? Do you have a name?"

She shook her head. "I'm not the kind of doll that comes with a name. You have to give me one."

So, she was still sticking with the story that she was the doll come to life. Very well. "Okay then, you need a name. Why don't you help me pick something you like, something pretty?"

Her smile widened. "Really? I'd love that, very much!" She turned her eyes over to the window where a wreath hung. There were holly leaves along the bottom, their points and red berries unmistakable from where I stood. "I've always loved the name Holly," she said. "And it seems rather fitting, given the time of year."

"Alright, Holly it is. Pleased to meet you, Holly." I held out my hand, which she took gently, unsure of what to do. I felt her fingers against my skin, still warm from the shower. Her flesh was tangible, which meant this was definitely not my imagination.

"Pleased to meet you too," she replied before letting go.

"Holly, let me get straight to the point here. You're claiming to me that you are, in fact, the living version of a toy that I purchased yesterday. As irrational as that sounds, I can't help but feel you're telling me the truth. However, I'm going to need more than just your word if I'm to believe you, do you understand?"

She nodded. "I understand. You need proof, yes?"

"I do."

I wondered if my statement would offend her, but to my relief she smiled up at me. "What would you like me to do?"

"Well, for starters, you seem to be able to shift back and forth from doll to living person at will, correct? I'd like to see how that's done, with my own eyes this time."

"Sure, but only if you promise not to be upset? I don't want you to fall again."

"I promise. Just do this for me, and then I'll know that you are what you say you are, and not a serial killer living under my bed."

I kept my eyes on her, wondering if perhaps she really was a killer and I was simply an idiot having a bad week. I waited, until finally she delivered the proof I'd asked for. With one final smile Holly laid flat on her back atop my bed. The shirt pulled up slightly at her hip, and I noted that there were no panties underneath.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the girl in front of me was replaced with a porcelain doll. The transformation had been instantaneous, rather than the slow process of shrinking and morphing that I had imagined. It was definitely the same doll as well, with black hair and unmistakable eyes, and she was even wearing a miniature version of the t-shirt she had borrowed. I leaned forward to get a closer look, but was startled backward when she suddenly reappeared as a girl as quickly as she had disappeared. It was simply magical.

She was quick to react as I stumbled back on my heels, reaching out and taking my hand to steady me before I could fall. The towel slipped on my waist and fell to the floor, leaving me naked once again with Holly holding tight to my hand. As I recovered, I noticed that she couldn't help but look at my body. Then her eyes met mine and her cheeks blushed with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I can't help myself," she explained.

"That's okay, it's not like you haven't already seen," I answered. Suddenly I remembered all the things I'd said to her as a doll earlier. For fucks sake, I had even masturbated right in front of her and then asked if she'd enjoyed the show. Perhaps I had seen her nod her head after all?

She let go of my hand and let me retrieve a pair of boxer briefs from my bag. Eventually I would get around to unpacking, but there were more pressing concerns at the moment. I slipped into my underwear and took a seat beside her on the bed. Now that I'd seen her transformation with my own eyes there was no doubt in my mind that she was exactly who she claimed to be.

"Okay Holly, I definitely believe you now, one-hundred percent. If this is still some sort of hallucination, then it's a damn good one and way beyond anything I'd be able to figure out anyway. So, that takes care of the 'who' and the 'what,' which leads me to ask, why?"

She tilted her head in confusion. Everything this girl did was either incredibly adorable or extremely sexy. "What do you mean?" she asked.

I thought for a moment before replying. "I suppose what I mean is, why are you able to transform like this? I'm guessing this isn't something that other dolls or toys can do?"

She smiled again. "No, they can't. I'm special, and that's the good news for you!" She slid closer across the comforter so that she could lower her voice. "I'm your Christmas wish come true!"

She had obviously expected this statement to somehow clarify everything for me. The idea that something as simple as a wish could bring a doll to life wasn't really so farfetched, given what I'd just seen. That said, I didn't recall making any such wish, though there was another possibility.

"Are you referring to what Chloe said last night about me finding a girl to ease my loneliness?" It was the only explanation I could think of, though looking back it didn't seem like much of a ceremony.

Holly shrugged. "I'm not sure exactly who made the wish, but I'm here now to make it happen! A special girl to make sure you never feel lonely again!"

I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over her once more. "With great boobs and ass, it seems."

She grinned. "And an insatiable sex drive, don't forget that part!"

That explained why she didn't seem to mind nudity, and why she had asked to join me in the shower. "So what you're saying is, because of some silly wish my sister made last night, you were given the ability to transform into a living person, solely for the purpose of keeping me company?"

The smile faded slightly on her lips. "I'm here to make you happy Elliot, in any way that I can! Do you want me to go away? I understand if you do, I won't bother you anymore..."

"No! I'm not saying that at all!" I said, worried that she had gotten the wrong impression. "I'm just trying to piece things together so we're on the same page. You have to remember, this isn't exactly something I'm used to. Magic and wishes are only supposed to exist in fairy tales."

Playfully, Holly leaned back and waved her hand over herself as if to showcase her body once again. "Can I be your fairy tale then, Elliot? I promise, all of this is real."

The shirt rose on her enough to give me a decent glimpse of her hips, and I couldn't help but smile. Her eyes wandered down to my underwear and I knew there was no hiding the growing erection she was giving me so easily.

"Do you want me to make you cum again?" she asked. "I bet that would make you feel better!"

I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "Again? You mean you've made me cum before?"

Holly bit her lip, and I knew she was about to confess to something naughty. "Last night, I couldn't help myself after watching you, so I waited until you were asleep. I took your toy over there," she pointed to the laptop sitting on the desk, "and I turned it on to see what you were looking at. I figured out how to make the people inside start moving again, and I watched them."

Another mystery solved, it was she who had moved my computer. She was nervous again, probably worried that I would be mad at her for using it without permission. I had bigger concerns at the moment, so I urged her to continue.

"I learned a lot from watching them, and it aroused me so much, I couldn't help myself! I began to touch myself, and I didn't stop until the people stopped moving. It felt amazing, but I wanted to do more, so I got into bed, careful not to wake you, and I slipped my fingers down so that I could touch you too. I'm sorry for making a mess, but I wanted to make you happy."

"That explains why my leg was sticky this morning," I answered. The thought of Holly's hand stroking me wasn't helping to ease my arousal. I had so many more questions for her, but my focus was elsewhere. "How did you feel afterwards?"

She smiled wide and blushed before looking down at the sheets. "I really enjoyed it! It made me happy, knowing that I could do that to you. It makes me happy now, knowing that I can arouse you still." She glanced again at my underwear.

I sighed. "How does this work exactly? Do you have to do whatever I ask?"

"As long as what you request is within the bounds of the wish, then yes, I will happily do whatever you ask of me."

"Is that your choice though? I don't think I would feel right otherwise, it would be like owning a slave." The idea of having full control over someone made me feel a bit uneasy.

"Would you like me to have a choice?" she asked. "I would always choose whatever makes you happy Elliot, no matter what, but you shouldn't worry! Wishes like this aren't granted for bad people, and I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

"How can you be so sure? I mean, I don't think I'm a bad person either, but I'm certainly no saint."

She shrugged. "I just know!" Then, unexpectedly, she leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her lips were warm on my skin and for some reason this gave me some reassurance. "Now," she continued, "why don't I show you what I can do for you?" Her hand slid slowly up my thigh as she said it, and as she bit her lip while looking into my eyes I realized there was no hope of resisting.

"Okay," I said, "but I have to do something first." I moved higher on the bed, ensuring that I could look her in the eye while I spoke. "Holly, I want you to promise me, that from this point forward you will only do something if it is something you truly want to do. Even if I ask you for something that was part of the original wish, I want you to have a choice in the matter. This is the first and only order I will ever give you, understood?"

She stared into my eyes as I spoke, and it was clear that she was surprised to hear my words. How many men would give up the ability to demand sex from someone as gorgeous as her? In a way it was cheating, because I knew that her desire to please me would mean that just about any request would be fulfilled, but at least I would know she could always say "no."

After a few seconds the surprise wore off, and she nodded up at me. "I promise. I won't do anything unless it is something that I want to do." She paused for a moment. "But I might need some help. There's still so much I have to learn about being alive that I'm not sure what else I could possibly want besides pleasing you, Elliot. Will you do that for me? Will you teach me what it's like to be human?"

I would love nothing more than to show this beautiful girl anything she wanted. "I will. I would love to."

More smiles. "Good! But that can wait till later! First, I have something I need to take care of as well," she said, her hand now sliding over my cock as it throbbed beneath the fabric of my boxer briefs. "And I promise, this is something I want to do for you!"

I didn't have the self control to argue, nor did I believe that she would listen anyway now that I had given her that freedom. I leaned back and put my head on the pillow, letting Holly play with me down below. She stopped stroking only so that she could grab the bottom of her shirt with both hands and slowly lift it over her head, showing me once again her incredible body. This time I felt encouraged to explore every inch with my eyes, and I took my time. Her breasts were perfect handfuls for me to play with and I was tempted to do so, just as I was tempted to touch her between those gorgeous thighs and test how horny my little doll could be.

"Do you really like how I look?" she asked, this time in a sweet, teasing voice devoid of any nervousness.

I nodded. "I love everything about you. You're perfect, and I have a feeling that goes beyond your physical aspects as well."

"Really?" She started playing with one of her dark curls.

"Really. You're sweet and naughty at the same time, and it's driving me crazy! I love seeing you smile, and you give me these looks like I'm the only person in the world."

"You are my world, Elliot," she said with a smile. "And even after you've shown me everything else that's out there, you would still be my world! Can I kiss you?"

I nodded. "You can do whatever you want."

She didn't waste any time. I closed my eyes as she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. Her body continued forward until she was laying on top of me, her nipples hard against my chest as her tongue slipped between my lips in search of mine. I put my hands on her back, exploring the curvature of her spine before traveling the soft, smooth road down to her perfectly round ass. She shifted her leg so that she was straddling my knee, and I could feel her wetness against my skin. Unable to resist, I lifted a hand and gave her ass a soft smack just to see her reaction.

She squealed softly and smiled before continuing to kiss me. She was going to be quite fun, I could tell. My hand then wandered down to her thigh, playing with the edge of her stocking and teasing the soft flesh above.

"Do you want me to take those off?" she asked as my hand slipped under the cotton.

"No, keep them on," I replied. "They look amazing on you."

Before she could reply I let my hand travel further up her thigh, tickling the soft skin until my fingers were no longer dry. I wanted to tease her, so I began to rub gently against her womanhood, pleased with the soft little moan that escaped her lips. She sighed gently in my ear as I discovered her weak spots, and just as she began to nibble my neckline I slowly eased one of my fingers inside. She shivered against me as she moaned, and her own hand slipped under her body so that she could return the favor.

"Do you like my pussy?" she asked, surprising me with her language. It made me grin.

"Such a naughty word from someone so innocent looking," I answered.

She nodded her head towards the laptop. "I learned it from your toy over there. Should I stop saying that word?"

"I love it when a girl talks like that." It was hard to respond as her fingers slipped under my waistband and began to play with me again. Her thumb found the bead of precum that my cock had so generously provided her, and she wasted no time using it to stroke soft circles on the underside of my shaft. I was going to explode if this kept on for much longer, and it was obvious to us both. She continued to tease me for another minute while I gently fingered her, but then she let go of my cock and rolled over on her back beside me. I took the hint and rolled on top of her as she spread her legs around me, her hands already working my underwear down my legs until I had to help remove them.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked, my cock hovering just inches above her labia. "Technically, you only just met me an hour ago."

She pulled me down into another kiss, and all of my worries disappeared as her lips danced with mine. When she finally released me she leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Elliot, please, I'm begging you! If you don't fuck me right now I'm going to tie you to the bed and do you anyway! What's wrong, don't you want to fuck me? Don't you want to feel what it's like to slide into my virgin pussy for the first time? Please, don't make me wait any longer!"

"Wish granted," I replied. I knew we had to be quiet, so I leaned in and kissed her just as the tip of my cock found her opening. I teased my head against her clit for a few seconds, using her own arousal to wet myself before pushing the tip slowly inside. Her hands gripped tight into my back and I could feel her body shiver beneath me. Her lips worked harder against mine as she struggled to control herself, but as I began to work the remaining inches of my shaft into her the moan finally escaped, louder than expected, but I knew she had little control of herself. I bit down gently on her lip and the moan turned into a sigh as her nails released my back.

I leaned back enough that I could look down into her eyes. They sparkled up at me with longing, and I knew then that no matter how much I enjoyed this, the next few minutes would be entirely devoted to satisfying her desires. I shifted my hips and slowly eased myself out again, keeping just the tip inside of her as she writhed and arched below.

"You feel so good inside of me," she whispered. "I suppose I don't have to remind you how big you are?"

I laughed. "A guy always appreciates the compliment." I certainly did at the moment, though I wasn't really worried about hurting her, even if she was a virgin. She was so wet with lust that I felt confident she felt no pain.

I still took my time, pushing slowly back inside of her as far as I could, then slowly pulling back out, using her moans and body language to tell me everything. I firmly pressed my pelvis against her with every thrust, ensuring that her little clit was getting just as much attention as her g-spot. It was slow and passionate, but her eyes encouraged me over time, until eventually I was thrusting into her in a steady rhythm much faster than in the beginning. I was suddenly thankful that the bed did not squeak or knock against the wall.

"Oh Elliot, that feels amazing!" she said as her legs wrapped tightly around me.

I could feel her wetness against my balls as I drove deeper into her pussy, pushing more of those moans and sighs through her lips with every thrust. Her breathing grew faster, and I knew she was close to orgasm. I began to thrust harder, challenging myself to make her cum harder than I'd ever made a girl cum before. I didn't have to wait long. She stared into my eyes as she came, her hand covering her mouth to control her volume as she groaned beneath me.

I felt her walls contract against my cock as she dug her nails deeper into my back, likely drawing blood. Her cum was creamy white along my shaft, coating me in the evidence of her orgasm. I refused to slow down, continuing to pound into her as I drove the orgasm for as long as I could. Her eyes never left mine while she came, silently begging for every second I remained inside of her. I kept thrusting, only relenting when she squeezed her thighs tight around me so that I could barely move.