A Gift Named Holly

"So, what were you planning to do today?" she asked as I finished up with the mushrooms.

"I don't really have a plan to be honest. I figured you would?"

"Actually, if you don't mind, I need you to go back into town with me."

I nodded, hoping I could steer this favorably in my direction. "I don't mind. What do you need to head out there for?"

"Well, remember when I said I got Melissa something for Christmas?" she asked, suddenly seeming anxious.

"Underwear, if I recall. I guess she gets to unwrap her gift, and then you get to unwrap her?"

Chloe smirked back at me. "Well that is the general idea, isn't it? Except now she's inviting me over to her house tomorrow night to meet her parents, and I'm worried she'll want to exchange gifts while they're watching. Might be a little awkward if she pulls out a scandalous pair of panties in front of them, no matter how open minded they are."

I set my knife aside and looked Chloe in the eyes. "You're having dinner with her parents tomorrow? Didn't you tell me just yesterday you weren't sure how serious this would be?"

She held up her hands in surrender. "It was her idea, not mine!"

I couldn't help but laugh as I returned to chopping. "What are you going to tell the parents?"

"Well I'm assuming she's already told them, since they're the ones that asked..."

"No, I mean what are you going to tell OUR parents?" I explained.

"Oh, right," she said with a blush. "I guess I'll tell them I'm seeing an old classmate. I don't think they'll mind, but it's probably best to wait until after the holidays, right?"

I shrugged. Despite the stereotypes of southern upbringing that I'd had to endure in California, my family was neither racist nor homophobic. Chloe really had nothing to fear, though I supposed most of her worries were of her own creation. I felt it best to change the subject to one in my favor.

"Actually, I'm glad you're going shopping today. I've been thinking, that doll probably isn't right for Zoe. I mean, she's almost seven now, and I've never seen her take much interest in dolls. Maybe I should find her something more appropriate?" It sounded convincing in my head. To my frustration, Chloe looked almost offended by the idea.

"Are you kidding me? That doll is gorgeous, and you already removed that stain!"

"Well, that wasn't really all that hard..."

"I think you're overthinking things a bit, Elliot. That doll is perfect, and you and I both know how right it felt when we pulled her from that shelf. You can't just return her now! Zoe is going to love her gift, trust me!"

I tried to think of an argument, but no spark of brilliance appeared in my moment of darkness. I should have given it more time, but I'd been eager to find a solution as soon as possible, and now time was running out. I'd only made things more difficult for myself.

"Cheer up big brother! Just think, with me out at Melissa's and the parents taking Liz and Zoe ice skating, you'll have the house all to yourself for a few hours! Plenty of time to watch all the porn you can handle!"

I held the knife in a threatening manner. "Don't act all innocent. I've seen your browser history."

"I'm just letting you know you'll have plenty of privacy!" she said as she held her hands in surrender.

The rest of our conversation was spent discussing breakfast and ideas for a more innocent gift for Chloe's unofficial girlfriend. My thoughts were on Holly the whole time, wondering how I was going to get out of this mess I'd created for myself. My lovely Christmas angel was counting on me to find a solution.

I continued to think during the short drive into town, but saying anything else about the doll would probably raise more suspicion than I was prepared to explain, even if I did manage to formulate a new plan. Chloe avoided the shopping mall this time and instead decided to check the smaller shops downtown, hoping to find something unique and special.

Most of our time was spent in jewelry shops. Chloe could tell I was distracted, but I was able to play it off as ignorance when it came to silver and gems. She asked for my opinion regardless, and I did my best to help, but truthfully I learned more from listening to her conversation with the salesman. It gave me ideas for later.

As we hopped from one shop to another I kept my eye open for a suitable gift to replace Holly, but Chloe wasn't looking for toy stores. It wasn't a very productive morning for either of us. Chloe was being extremely indecisive, and no matter how many potential gifts we looked through she was never quite satisfied.

"Fuck, this is frustrating!" said Chloe as we left the record store empty handed. It was already past noon.

"You said she's somewhat nerdy, like us. Does she do a lot of reading?"

"She does, but I wouldn't really know what book to get her."

"Do you know her favorite book?" I asked.

"She's mentioned a few of them. But why would I get her a book she probably already owns?"

I shook my head. "I'm not talking about getting her a book. You're an artist. What if you painted something for her, like a scene from one of those books? It has the personal touch you're looking for, and it'll also impress her parents when they see your skills."

Chloe frowned "Or they could think I'm mediocre."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Chloe, you've won competitions and scholarships and all kinds of things with your work! Something like this should be a piece of cake!"

She finally relented with a nod. "You know, that might actually be a good idea! And most of the supplies are already waiting at home. I just need a canvas and a few refills of paint! Elliot, you're a fucking genius!"

I brushed my shoulder off mockingly. "Tell me something I don't know. So, does this mean another trip to that art store in the mall?" I mentally crossed my fingers.

Chloe shook her head. "Nope. Michael's is much closer, and probably less crowded. I'll try there first."

I had silently hoped that she would choose the mall, giving me an extra opportunity to look for gifts, but once again I couldn't argue with her logic. Today wasn't going to bear any solutions for my problem, and I was starting to worry. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and probably my last chance to keep Holly in my life. All I could do was have a little faith.

From there it was a quick trip to the art store where Chloe did her shopping in record time, followed by a quick lunch. She was rather pleased with herself now, blabbering on and on about various scenes she could reference as we made our journey home. I tried to focus, but the knot growing in my stomach was quite distracting. I'd only had Holly for one night, yet the thought of losing her pained me.

It suddenly occurred to me that Chloe would probably go lock herself in her studio for the next few hours to paint, leaving me plenty of free time alone with my new companion.

When we arrived home I lingered in the kitchen for a moment, pretending to look for leftover fruitcake while I listened to Chloe move about. Sure enough, when she poked her head in to speak, it was to tell me she was going upstairs to start doing some research, and if I needed her I could find her in the attic. The parents had agreed to let her use the space as her personal art studio, provided she kept the music to a tolerable volume.

I followed Chloe upstairs, watching her disappear through the doorway hiding the attic stairs and counting to thirty before finally entering my own bedroom. I kicked my shoes off the moment I entered, calling for Holly to reappear because I knew she'd be hiding. Her gorgeous eyes peered out from the bathroom door where she had been lurking, smiling now that I was here to see her. It warmed my heart to see her again.

"Elliot! You're just in time! I thought you'd be out a while, so I went ahead and prepared a little surprise for you!"

If she had more words to speak, they were cut short as I pulled her in for an overdue kiss. This time it was my tongue that entered her mouth, searching for a partner to dance with, and she was happy to provide. We stood there in one another's arms, kissing for what felt like ages, before I finally released her lips and caught my breath. I didn't let go of her waist, however. I was scheming.

"What's my surprise?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Her smile was impossibly naughty. She took my hand, guiding it slowly down to her thigh and under her skirt. My fingers finally came to rest against her sex, and I immediately noticed she was soaking wet with arousal. Perhaps more delightfully, I found her skin was glassy smooth from her lips to her mound. Holly had shaved herself in my absence. I couldn't help but smile in approval.

"What made you want to do this?" I asked, rubbing my fingers against those silky petals.

"I saw it in those movies. Do you like it?" she asked, purring as I teased her down below.

I nodded. "I'm about to show you how much I love it. Come here!"

Before she could react I was pulling her against me, lifting her up in my arms so I could carry her to the wall. She let out a sexy little gasp as I took her off her feet, followed by a giggle as I placed her back against the cool surface. I lowered my hands to her ass, holding her against me as she wrapped her arms and legs around my body. Her fingers wound through my hair before pulling me in for another passionate kiss. I was happy to oblige as I pressed my body against her. Her arousal was warm against my crotch and my cock was reacting in kind.

My desire to fuck her was quickly becoming a need. As though reading my mind, Holly reached down with one hand and began to unfasten my belt. I held her steady, keeping her lips busy as she pushed my jeans and underwear down my thighs, allowing my cock to spring free at last.

I took great joy in teasing her, letting it sway just out of reach as she desperately stretched for her favorite toy. She began to whimper and pout until I inched closer, letting her rub the tip against her labia until it gleamed with her juices.

She bit her lip and looked deep into my eyes. "You want me to beg again? You know I will. You know I'll do anything, anything at all, just to feel you inside me one more time."

I wasn't going to make her beg. At this point I was only teasing myself if I kept this going, and I saw no reason to keep either of us waiting. With her hand still serving as guide, I slowly entered her, savoring the bite of her nails in my shoulder as I drove deeper. She gasped and moaned as I gave her every inch, her juices trickling down my balls as they came to rest against her.

With Chloe preoccupied upstairs we were less concerned with being quiet, but I thought it best to keep up the habit. For this reason, before I began pounding into her, Holly leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

"Elliot, this body is all yours for the taking. Don't make me beg, please! Fuck me!"

I took her lips in mine, kissing hard as I pulled my hips backward. I wasn't going gently this time, and I immediately slammed every inch back into her, clutching her ass firmly as I held her in place. She was right about one thing, this wasn't making love. I was going to fuck her hard against this wall, and nothing would stop me until I drained my balls deep within her body. My thrusting was hard and fast, and Holly was quite vocal in her approval.

Holly continued to moan in my ear as I started to nibble my way down her pretty neckline. She caught on as I continued leaving a trail of soft marks along her skin, using her free hand to push away the straps of her dress. Slowly, she pulled the dress lower to expose her milky breasts, bouncing gently as I continued to pound into her. Her nipples were far too tempting to ignore, my lips continuing their journey south to take one in my mouth.

Suddenly, Holly's own teeth were on my shoulder, biting down to muffle the scream of pleasure. Her orgasm had come quickly, leaving her creamy cum on my shaft as it continued to slide in and out of her pussy. I never slowed my thrusting, determined to drive that orgasm for as long as possible. Eventually she let go of my shoulder, leaving tell-tale impressions in my pale skin. I certainly didn't mind, continuing to fuck her with renewed vigor as the familiar shivering ran through her arms.

She was panting in my ear by the time she regained control of her senses, the orgasm finally beginning to subside. I felt satisfied I'd done my part in pleasing her, and now it was time to finish what I'd started. I knew I wouldn't last much longer regardless, staring deep into Holly's eyes as I continued pounding her against that wall, her legs dangling around my waist.

I felt my balls tighten as my cock swelled against her walls, having finally arrived at the point of no return. I came inside her for the first time, her face a perfect image of carnal desire as I held her tight against me. My cock remained firmly planted deep inside her as the throbbing continued, pumping my warmth into her body. The sting of her nails on my back was easy to ignore as I finished giving her all I had to offer. We lost track of time as we stood there, eyes closed and panting as the bliss washed over our joined bodies. When I finally opened my eyes I found hers staring back at me with wonderment. I leaned in to kiss those gorgeous lips, stifling her gasp as I slowly eased myself out.

We retreated to the bed to recover, but Holly made it clear she wasn't finished with me. I took my break, but didn't keep her waiting long. Over the next two hours, Holly and I fucked like winter bunnies trying to keep warm. Now that I'd had my first orgasm stamina wasn't going to be an issue, and it wasn't long before Holly lost count of her own.

Eventually, fatigue began to settle in, and I reluctantly informed my beautiful lover that I'd have to throw in the towel soon. Not accepting this as an answer, Holly pushed me down on the bed and told me to relax. I didn't argue, and just when I thought I'd have to give up, she took me in her mouth once more. I watched in amazement as my cock disappeared between her lips, and within minutes I was pumping another load down her tiny throat. She hungrily swallowed every drop.

I collapsed on my pillow with a smile as my heart raced inside my chest. "You really are amazing, Holly. I've never felt this level of passion with anyone. Thank you, for everything."

"No problem! What should we do next? I thought maybe we could try putting whipped cream on my nipples for you to lick off, then more sex?"

I shook my head in surrender. "I'm completely drained, and I don't mean just my energy."

Holly pouted next to me. "Oh no! Definitely get some rest if you need it! I don't mind waiting, especially if it means you get to fill me up all over again!" She bit her lip flirtatiously. How could I have gotten so lucky?

"You'll want to be careful," I teased. "Naughty girls get coal for Christmas."

She giggled before tracing a finger down her breast. "Do you want me to stop being naughty for you, Elliot?"

I pulled her in for another kiss, her naked body collapsing on top of me as my arm wrapped around her waist. She was so incredibly warm. "Never," I replied, giving her ass a good squeeze before reaching for the remote.

She was all smiles. "Just don't keep me waiting too long, okay?"

"Don't worry sweetie, there's always more where that came from. For now, though, I think we should watch some TV before I have to get ready for dinner. You can tell me what you did while I was away."

Holly did indeed tell me about the day's activities, though mostly those consisted of light reading, heavy porn watching, and a fair amount of time spent learning how to shave her own vagina. She asked if I'd thought of a new plan for keeping her, but I was too exhausted to think, and the subject was dropped. The worry in her voice didn't go unnoticed by me, but there was little I could do for now.

The rest of my family returned just after six, and Chloe descended from her makeshift studio around the same time. No longer allowed to be antisocial, I gave Holly a final kiss and left her to finish the movie while I joined my family.

Nobody felt quite up to the task of preparing a meal, so dinner consisted of takeout and pizza tonight. I certainly didn't complain, and neither did Chloe, who was super excited to tell me about the work she had accomplished in the hours since we arrived home. She seemed to be completely oblivious as to what was going on just below while she painted.

Dinner was followed by more family time in the living room. Zoe was trying to be sneaky and shake the gifts when nobody was looking, but Liz was fairly vigilant when it came to her daughter. Mom couldn't help but notice that there was a gift missing, and when she asked if I'd gotten something for Zoe it was my sister who answered.

"Don't worry mom, we took care of that. He got her this porcelain doll that's absolutely gorgeous! I figure he'll be asking me to help him wrap it later tonight," she finished with a curious glance in my direction.

The happiness was quickly fading as I pondered how I would get through this predicament. Chloe needed an answer, however, so I told her I would take care of the wrapping myself, giving her more time to prepare her own gifts for tomorrow night. She had already told our parents about having dinner with one of her "friends."

I couldn't concentrate on the movie that followed. I knew that if I were to be distracted by anything it should be on what else to give Zoe. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and my last chance to fix this mess, but my attention was completely held by the lovely doll waiting for me upstairs. I couldn't wait for that moment where I could excuse myself and return to her arms. I missed her, and I had an idea of how I might repay her for everything she'd done for me that afternoon.

Chloe disappeared around nine to go back to her studio, and I was close behind. I desperately needed a shower after working up a sweat earlier, and I intended to take my Christmas present with me. Soon after I locked my bedroom door, Holly and I were lathering our bodies in soap under the warm water.

I waited patiently until the last of the suds were rinsed from her body before giving her the reward she deserved. I sat on the tile of the shower with my legs straight in front of me, grabbing her ass with both hands and pulling her to me. My lips were perfectly in line with hers, at least the ones I was interested in at that moment. The water flowed quickly over her body and across my tongue as I ate her for the first time, an experience she was enjoying very much.

Everything about Holly was sweet, including the taste of those soft petals against my tongue. I never continued the same motion for long, using her body language to guide my tongue as I licked every part of her. I tasted deep within her opening, then focused on flicking and sucking wherever her moans lead me. I gave her clit plenty of attention as her fingers slid through my hair, pulling me closer than I thought possible. I traced slippery circles around the folds of her labia, and when I needed a break I kissed and nibbled the soft flesh of her upper thigh.

The shower concealed most of her moans, but occasionally I had to caution her to lower her volume. I kept my hands busy while my tongue explored, fingers wandering over every curve they could reach. One hand found her breast and I couldn't help but squeeze softly before teasing her nipple. My other hand played with her ass, holding her close so she couldn't get away. My mouth was giving her plenty of reasons to stay.

To keep her figuratively (and literally) on her toes, I slide a finger into her pussy, finding her g-spot and giving her a lesson in variety. Then, feeling more brazen and my finger slippery with her juices, I moved further back to slide it into her ass. For a moment I worried she might object, but those fears were quickly dismissed as Holly squealed in delight. The combined sensations were too much for her body to handle, and the orgasm that followed was one of her most intense.