Mrs. Claus's Cookies

Soft moans from both of them could be heard as the caress of their mouths and tongues matched those of two sets of hands. Each searching for those sensitive spots on the other that brought the most pleasure.

Tongues darted back and forth as they explored the soft recesses of each other's mouth. Just as roving hands slipped beneath still clothed areas to explore hidden flesh. As the level of feverish excitement in their bodies continued to grow, so did their desire to bring the other the pleasure they craved.

"I want you so much right now," Phoebe heard herself say after an intensely passionate kiss that left them both gasping for air.

Emma looked deep into the eyes of the woman in her arms, to find that the words that she spoke were true. For this moment at least, all the pains of Phoebe's recent past were far from her mind. That, Emma decided as she brushed the side of her hand against Phoebe's cheek, was something she could easily live with.

Phoebe kissed Emma once more, first on her lips, then along her neck, finally moving down to the softness above her breasts. Her kisses were slow and deliberate, allowing her to savor every delicious inch along the way.

At the same time, her hands worked their way up from the other direction, cupping the underside of Emma's mounds. The weight and fullness of her flesh more than filled the palm of the younger woman as she rubbed her fingers against them.

"Mmmmm," Emma moaned quietly as she enjoyed the touch of Phoebe's mouth and hands on her chest.

Hands and mouth met in the center as Phoebe lifted one breast to her lips and reached out to tickle the dark circle with her tongue. At first, she drew slow, concentric circles around the edge of the areola, drawing closer with each repetition. Then a darting tip brushed against the underside of the rigid nipple, finally washing over its entirety before guiding it between her open lips.

Emma moaned even louder as Phoebe began to suck her breast in earnest, sending tiny eruptions of pain and pleasure through her body with a combination of soft grazes and not so soft bites. Even as the blonde's oral ministration continued, her hand massaged Emma's other mound with equal zeal, adding to her pleasures. Then, without missing a beat, hand and mouth switched places. A flawless maneuver to be repeated several more times as Phoebe moved back and forth between Emma's bounties.

Slender fingers ran through Phoebe's long hair, continuing downward as Emma stroked the soft skin of her back. With a touch sharpened by years of practice, the older woman expertly unhooked the clasp of Phoebe's bra, freeing the small rounded globes within. The positions of their bodies prevented her from bringing them into view, but the press of her fingers against them made up for some of that minor disappointment.

Locked in an erotic embrace, the shared heat of their bodies neared a point to rival that emanating from the fire in the hearth. The confines of the couch, expansive as they were, suddenly seemed too limited. The idea to move to the broader expanse of the bedroom came almost simultaneously to both women.

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The adjacent bedroom proved to be as tastefully decorated as the rest of the apartment. The centerpiece was a large queen sized four-posted bed. Emma took a moment to pull off the large quilt that covered the bed, leaving Phoebe that time to take in the rest of the room. What caught her eye immediately was a large portrait of C.C. on the nearby bureau.

It bothered her a little to think that this had been their room, that the two of them had made love in that bed. It was a concern that Phoebe quickly realized was foolish. Unlike her own love, C.C. had loved Emma to the very end and would no doubt have wanted her to be happy. A desire that, if only for tonight, Phoebe most wholeheartedly shared.

"I can move the picture if it bothers you", Emma said as she stepped up behind Phoebe and laid a hand on her bare shoulder.

"No, it's okay," Phoebe replied as she tilted her head back to give Emma a soft kiss. "She's a part of you and I wouldn't take that away."

"I really think C.C. would have liked you," Emma responded after the kiss as she brought her hands to rest over Phoebe's smaller breasts. She grasped Phoebe's nipples with her fingers, massaging them to full hardness. A touch that sent a surge of pleasure through the younger woman's chest.

"I think I would've liked her too," Phoebe said as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Emma's fingers playing with her nipples and the adjoining flesh.

With those few words, all thoughts of the past, or of the future, was banished from both their minds. Only the here and now remained.

Phoebe felt the belt of her pants give way as Emma first unbuttoned and then unzipped her pants, slipping her hand inside. A sigh spilled from her lips as Emma's hand slid beneath the waistband of her panties, the tips of her fingers brushing against the shaven and highly sensitive mound within.

"Ooooooo," Phoebe moaned as an index finger traced the length of her already wet pussy.

A moan began that grew in volume and frequency as Emma applied just a little more pressure and pushed past the outer walls of Phoebe's sex. Her body shivered with delight as two fingers found her clitoris, pushing back the hood and freeing the excited nub beneath. That pleasing shudder was but a portent of the delights to come. A third finger joined the first two, adding to the pressure and speed of her touch.

With one hand still massaging her breasts, moving back and forth between them, and the other inside Phoebe's panties, Emma took control of the younger woman's body. An experienced touch caused an immediate reaction, as previously tiny ripples began to cascade into forceful waves. The delightful sensations washed over Phoebe, starting between her legs and continuing outward until they reached her very soul.

Manipulating first two and then three fingers into Phoebe's core, Emma teased the excited, wet flesh until she could feel the woman in her arms quaking with anticipation. Quickening her pace, Emma kept time with the matching erotic symphony she played across Phoebe's breasts. Squeezing the small mounds, she worked the bright pink centers as the sparks spreading from them merged with those from between Phoebe's legs.

Phoebe cried out in ecstasy, only to be muffled by the press of Emma's mouth on hers once more. The press of flesh around Emma's fingers tightened, signaling the nearness of a climax. With their bodies pressed tightly together, the heat of Phoebe's form helped stoke the fires also burning in the older woman.

Phoebe had never felt so under the control of another person before, not even on her best nights with Barbara. It was as if her body was a musical instrument and it was now in the hands of a skilled artisan rather than a talented amateur.

Her legs felt weak beneath her and Phoebe had to partially lean against the dresser for support. The forces building within her were familiar and she knew, just as Emma had, that an orgasm wasn't far away. Concentrating on that, she was caught totally off guard when Emma abruptly withdrew both her hands and spun her around.

In a further quick move, Emma pulled Phoebe's jeans and panties all the way down to her ankles. Just as rapidly, her attention returned to the smooth mound between her legs, this time probing its depths with her tongue rather than her fingers.

Emma could feel the shivering excitement that filled Phoebe, the desire to feel her body explode. She pressed deep with her agile tongue, swirling it in a clockwise motion, pleasingly dancing up and down the length of Phoebe's pussy, brushing against her throbbing clitoris with each pass. The taste and smell were intoxicating.

"Aaaaaa!" Phoebe cried as she felt the wetness strike her clit with a force that nearly sent her over the edge right there and then.

As it was, she teetered on the brink for what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality only a minute. Sixty short seconds during which Emma carried her across fields of ecstasy she had only glimpsed before. Incoherent moans replaced words, and the only encouragement she could give was to hold tight against the back of Emma's head to urge her on.

An urging that was all but redundant as Emma pressed deep within her one last time, a match dropping into a pool of gasoline that ignited an inferno. A conflagration that caused Phoebe to shudder and quake with an uncontrolled intensity. The orgasm crashing through her brought, if only for a brief, almost elusive moment, pure rapture.

"Oh God...," Phoebe stuttered as the tremors that had shattered her self-control subsided, "that was ... was ..., I don't know how to describe it."

"Good?" Emma suggested with a smile as, rising back to her full height, she reached out and brushed a sweat soaked stand of hair away from Phoebe's face.

"Good," Phoebe repeated, even thought she knew that simple description was far from adequate.

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A long minute passed, during which Phoebe's racing heart finally returned to normal. Or at last as normal as it was going to be right now. To her surprise, rather than drained, she felt energized. Full of an overpowering desire to bring to Emma the pure joy she had just brought to her.

"My turn," she simply said as she softly kissed Emma before leading her to the edge of the turned down bed.

In a slow, leisurely pace, they finished undressing each other, taking the time to explore those parts of their bodies that had, until now, been hidden. Finally, they stood there with only that with which they had come into the world. Neither could resist taking a moment to appreciate the body of the other.

Phoebe was an inch or two taller than Emma, with a small frame that matched her b-cup mounds. Emma, while not quite as stocky as the younger woman had taken her to be in the Mrs. Clause costume, was indeed a full figured woman. Unlike many women her age, however, she wore it well. In fact, the only thing that really reflected her age, at least in Phoebe's mind, was the bushy multi-colored mound of hair between Emma's legs. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, the mix of brown, white and gray seemed highly erotic to the twenty-two year old. An observation that had never occurred to her when she'd seen a similar combination on her mother.

"I'll say it again," Phoebe smiled, "you're beautiful."

"And I'll say you're lying again," Emma also smiled, "but I'm willing to give you another chance to prove me wrong."

Both women laughed as they collapsed on the bed, rolling back and forth until they wound up with Emma on the bottom and Phoebe spread out on top of her.

"Now you're mine," she laughed as she softly ran her hands across Emma's stomach, reaching up to cup her breasts, her fingers stroking the hard nipples.

"Oh baby," Emma purred softly as she felt Phoebe's fingers caress her nipples, "that feels nice."

Phoebe closed her lips around Emma's thick nipples, drawing as much of her into her mouth as she could. She wanted to please this woman like no other had done before. Her hands took hold of the undersides of Emma's mounds, massaging them, squeezing the soft flesh over and over.

Back and forth she moved between the two large mounds, covering them with her kisses, caressing them with her tongue. There wasn't an inch of skin left uncovered. All the while, she was spurred on by repeated and loud encouragement from Emma.

"That's it, baby," Emma called out as she ran her fingers though Phoebe's hair, "Use your tongue right there."

She played with them for a minute more, then shifted one hand down to between the shorter woman's legs. Just as gently, she worked her fingers past the heavy bush to stroke the wet and warm prize below.

A trail of kisses advanced down across Emma's stomach, continuing across her waistline to join the hand between her legs. Emma lifted her legs and spread them far apart, giving Phoebe all the room she needed.

Her eyes focused on the tangled mass of tri-color hair that she'd found so fascinating before. Taking a moment to savor the anticipation, Phoebe took a deep breath, taking in the aroma of the forty-five year old's arousal. It was an intoxicating scent, causing her to feel a little light-headed.

But not so light-headed as to cause more that a heartbeat's pause in her desire. Closing her eyes to concentrate on nothing else but the task at hand, or more specifically, at tongue, Phoebe reached out and tasted the exquisite fruit.

"Oh yes," Emma purred in satisfaction as she felt the wet softness move up and down the length of her pussy, surging deep into her inner reaches.

Phoebe moved her mouth closer as she sought out Emma's clit, flicking her tongue against it. A touch that felt electric to both women.

After playing a while, she pressed her index finger against the excited nub. Alternating between the two, Phoebe sent cascading waves of delight across the brunette's prone form. Waves that resounded upon themselves and increased in intensity with each stroke. The rhythm she quickly developed was as natural to her as the simple act of breathing.

"Oh God, yes," Emma yelled as she stretched out and enjoyed the erotic rush passing through her. "Lick my pussy, lick it deeper!"

In rapid succession, Phoebe guided her fingers in and out of Emma, alternating them with her tongue and producing even more sounds of delights. She might not have Emma's three decades of experience, but she almost made up for it in youthful exuberance. There was nothing she loved more than the taste of another woman.

Two months after her eighteenth birthday, while on an overnight trip with her high school's debate society, Phoebe had her first opportunity to taste another girl. Her name had been Marsha and she'd come to the National Championships in Atlantic City representing her school in Los Angeles. It had been the organizers idea to pair up students from all over the country when doling out hotel rooms. At first, Phoebe thought she'd had little in common with the perpetually perky girl other than they both had long blonde hair. After all, Phoebe was an only child, while her roommate was one of six, even if it was the result of her widowed mother having married a man with three sons.

Then, in the middle of the night, Marsha had caught Phoebe masturbating in an attempt to ease some of her nervousness about the next day's competition. The architect's daughter suggested a much better way to take off the edge. By the time the chaperones had come around knocking on the doors to wake everyone up for breakfast, Phoebe had decided that nothing on the menu was ever going to taste better than the fruit she'd been feasting on for the last three hours. It was a conviction that she still held to this day.

Phoebe's ran her tongue back and forth across the now matted hairs, cleaning them of the honeyed dewdrops that covered Emma's mound. Working her way between the soft barriers, Phoebe besieged the highly stimulated clit with a ferocity she hadn't felt since her last night with Barbara.

Emma closed her eyes, enjoying the rising tides Phoebe's efforts had begun to produce. Efforts that increased with each passing heartbeat. The brunette whispered soft words of encouragement as she lifted her legs, draping them over Phoebe's shoulders and brought her hands around the back of her lover's head to stroke her long hair.

It was obvious that Phoebe wasn't the most accomplished lover who had ever shared her bed, but Emma had no desire to complain. She had learned long ago that there was more to sex than just technical skill. What her little Elf lacked in technique, she more than made up for in other ways. Still, there was nothing wrong with giving her a little help.

"Why don't I get on top?" she suggested.

Phoebe had a good idea what Emma had in mind and to be honest, it sort of excited her. As good as sex between Barbara and her had been, she had always had to be the aggressor. It was nice to let someone else take the lead for a change.

Sure enough, Phoebe quickly found herself between Emma's thighs, her face only inches from her bushy mound. A distance that shrank to nothing as the heavier woman lowered herself and pressed her wet sex right against her mouth. Emma braced herself against the headboard and one of the bedposts, slowly gyrating her body back and forth, spreading her wetness across Phoebe's face. Her nectar served as an aphrodisiac, spurring the younger woman into action, her tongue penetrating up and inside Emma's mound. Quickly returning to where she left off, she went back to work with all the fervor she could manage.

Phoebe's tongue darted back and forth, following the path Emma had marked with her movements. Sweet honey filled her mouth, a reward for her efforts. As she had learned the second time she'd performed cunnilingus, each woman had her own particular taste, some sweet, some bitter. She was delighted to discover that Emma's was the former.

"Faster," Emma yelled as she felt herself getting closer to the pinnacle, "lick me harder! Fuck me with that wonderful tongue!"

After beginning slowly to better to savor her lover, Phoebe quickened her pace until she reached a rhythm that doubled the ripples surging throughout Emma's body. As they grew in intensity, both knew an orgasm was not far away.

An orgasm that Emma enjoyed immensely as the breakers that had been washing over her broke against her shores with an intensity she hadn't felt in months. The cascading waves blended into one soul-shattering climax.

"Ohhhhh yessssss!" Emma moaned, her body shaking and shuddering with abandon as her orgasm took hold, shutting out the world around her. All that existed was the soft, wet touch against her core. That and the pleasures it had unleashed.

A climax that flooded Phoebe's mouth with the sweetest of nectars. A bursting dam that made the younger woman think there was no end to it. Never had she made another woman climax quite like this. It was indeed a moment to forever remember.

When it was all finally done, and Emma's trembling body finally calmed, Phoebe lifted herself from between her legs and climbed up alongside Emma on the bed. Softly she kissed her, pleased to discover that the hundredth kiss was just as sweet as the first.

"Now that was good!" Phoebe grinned.

Emma smiled back at her and was about to make a remark when the chimes of the living room clock stuck the midnight hour. Putting aside the comeback she'd planned, she instead wished the young woman in her bed a Merry Christmas.

"Merry Christmas," Phoebe echoed, thinking that it was that indeed.

She closed her eyes and laid her head to rest against Emma's chest, enjoying the fading heat of their lovemaking as she snuggled up against her. Then, in a low, almost imperceptible voice she knew was neither hers or Emma's, she thought she heard a third holiday greeting.

"Do you hear that?" she asked Emma as she suddenly jerked her head upward.

"Hear what?" Emma asked as she reached out to guide Phoebe back to her bosom.

"Nothing I guess," Phoebe replied, thinking it had to have been her imagination.

A conclusion that would've been easier to accept if she hadn't heard the voice a second time. This time it had been much clearer, and had simply said:

"Thank you for making her happy."

Phoebe had never before believed in ghosts, but Christmas spirits? Well they were another matter entirely.

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