The Elf's Christmas Miracle

Then Kaya's mouth fell open, for when she moved the jet between her legs, there was a warm, pleasurable feeling as the little water jets struck her sensitive juncture. "Oh gosh," murmured Kaya, out loud, as she moved the jets around the area, widening her thighs a bit. The warm, wet pressure gave her an unrelenting pleasure, and she closed her eyes for a moment.

"Are you taking a shower, Kaya?" said the voice in her earpiece. Suddenly she jerked the water away, feeling embarrassed.

"Erik?" she blurted. The name sounded familiar. Then her eyes widened. When she was in her early teens, there was a boy elf by that name, who used to tease her incessantly. She'd hated him! He'd moved away when she was 15, and . . . now she remembered, she'd heard he'd moved to Japan. She'd been very relieved, and hadn't thought of him since, but then she remembered hearing he'd returned. Mira had said this Erik was an expert on Japan.

"Yes, Kaya, it's Erik. Erik Tandragen," said the male voice in her ear. That was the name! It was of course a deeper voice than she'd remembered of Erik, but he'd be older now of course. "Do you remember me?"

Kaya wished she could turn off the earpiece. "Yes," she sighed. "You used to tease me. You were a complete jerk."

"Of course, I had a crush on you. The only Japanese elf I'd ever seen, and you were a skinny little thing with big boobs, so adorable!" said the voice in her ear.

"What?" squeaked Kaya. "You hated me, you were so mean to me! You know what, go away, I'm busy!"

Kaya realized she was being rude, wasting Markus's water. She quickly shut off the water and peaked past the curtain, to see a thick, fluffy pink towel that Markus had left for her. Kaya gratefully toweled off, and looked about for the clothes Markus had promised her, but the bathroom was empty.

"I have your clothes out here, Kaya," said Markus through the door. She thought it odd that he wanted her to come out, rather than leave them inside the bathroom.

"Uhmm, could you pass them through the door?" said Kaya, hopefully. She wrapped the towel around herself and cracked the door open a bit.

"Just come out, so you can pick what you like," said Markus. His tone didn't leave much room for argument, and Kaya tended to avoid conflict, after a life of toiling in Santa's workshops under the command of rather domineering elf supervisors. With a shrug, Kaya opened the door and stepped into the living room. Markus was standing there in front of the couch, where he'd laid out several articles of clothing. He looked up to see the girl dressed only in a towel, and his eyes widened. Kaya felt his eyes looking at her bare legs, and naked shoulders, and she felt strange all of a sudden. Being in a towel around the elves would never have bothered her, but now, she felt an odd sensation, which brought heat to her cheeks, and a strange feeling in her belly. She suddenly worried that Markus might have known what she'd done in the shower, and how her body still felt oddly warm afterwards.

Markus was no longer looking at her, however, and was instead looking down at the clothes on the couch. "These are . . . uh . . . things I bought for Michiko, but she didn't want them. I'm afraid it's all I have . . ." he added, embarrassed.

"Ooh, it's a fashion show," said Erik in her ear. "Wait, what are you wearing now?" Kaya had hoped he'd remain silent, and she thought of turning off the ear piece, but instead decided to ignore the voice. Glad that Markus was no longer staring at her wet towel-covered body, Kaya moved closer to the couch. "Oh, it's fine, don't worry!" she exclaimed, looking down at what he was offering. Markus helpfully picked up the first one, and Kaya frowned. It was a pretty blue and green one-piece bathing suit, she knew that from magazines. But she could tell by looking at it that it was too long, and a bit small in the chest. She remembered that Michiko had been tall but very thin.

"A bathing suit? I, um . . . don't think that will will fit me," she said, apologetically.

"Oh, uh, I suppose not," said Markus, looking disappointed.

"A bathing suit, what a great choice for winter. Pick that one!" said Erik in her ear. Kaya frowned, then smiled when she saw Markus looking at her. Markus quickly put down the bathing suit, and picked up the second set of items. Kaya started at it for a moment, for it looked familiar. Then her eyes widened.

"That's a school uniform, no?" she said, confused. Michiko seemed too old to be a student.

"Umm, yes, it is," said Markus. Suddenly he was blushing slightly. "I . . . um . . . thought she might look cute in it, but of course she refused to wear it . . ."

"Well of course, silly, she's not a student," said Kaya, laughing and shaking her head. Men did the strangest things sometimes.

"Really, you think that's why he gave it to her, so she could go to school?" said Erik in her ear.

"That's it, enough!" blurted Kaya suddenly pulling the ear piece from her ear. Markus looked at her in alarm. He hadn't seen her remove the tiny earpiece, but he thought she was talking to him.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Kaya, here, maybe this will be better, please!" said Markus, looking at her apologetically. He quickly put down the uniform and held up the last item. It was a white top, a beige colored bra, a short red and black pleated skirt, white panties and a pair of black socks that looked much too long for her.

"Oh, I didn't mean you!" said Kaya suddenly, waving her hand in front of her. "Umm, sure, that looks perfect," she added quickly, fearful of offending the young man. She reached out for the clothing and took it from Markus's outstretched hands, then she retreated to the bathroom. Kaya couldn't deny her excitement to be trying on an outfit meant for Markus's glamorous girlfriend. She'd been wearing the stodgy elf uniforms for as long as she could remember, and Santa didn't allow the elves to dress as anything but . . . elves. Even things like panties and a bra, she'd only seen in magazines, and as she slipped on the panties, she marveled at the delightful feel of the soft cotton on her legs and hips. She stepped into the red skirt, pulled it over her hips and zipped it ups, looking at herself in the mirror. It was remarkable how the short skirt emphasized her toned legs, and even made her look tall, which was an unfamiliar but very gratifying image for Kaya.

She then reached for the bra, looking at it for a moment before she figured out how to put it on. Yet when she tried to fasten the straps behind her back, she found herself straining. She sucked in her chest, and tried to mash her breasts into the bra, even pressing against the bathroom door, and still she couldn't fasten the strap. It simply was too small for her -- Markus's girlfriend was both thinner and less busty, she realized with a look of annoyance. Putting down the bra, Kaya picked up the white cotton top and slipped into it, pulling it down with some difficulty over her chest. It was also tight, and seemed short, for it left her belly exposed from just above her navel. It must have been really short on Michiko, she mused. She looked in the mirror, and her eyes grew as big as saucers. The tight tank top barely contained her breasts, the thin white straps stretched tight over her shoulders, and the material outlining every curve of her full, upright lobes. Even her nipples were evident as two small bumps in the center of her breasts. Kaya briefly thought of trying to put on the bra again, but she knew that was hopeless. She thought of standing before Markus dressed like this, and she felt an unfamiliar thrill move up her spine. The outfit seemed designed to put her body on display, and Kaya had never experienced such a thing, and wasn't sure how she felt about it.

Ignoring the strange feelings her outfit was inspiring in her belly, Kaya picked up the socks and pulled them onto her legs. The socks were so long, they came up to her skirt, only they wouldn't go that high for they got too tight. She remembered that Michiko had very thin legs, like a stork, and her socks wouldn't fit over Kaya's own thighs. She tried rolling the socks lower toward her knees, but it didn't look good, and she decided to remove them.

"Are you ok in there?" said Markus through the door. "Come on out and let me see how you look," he added, in his commanding tone.

Kaya quickly made adjustments to her tank top and skirt, and fixed a few wet strands of hair, before hustling through the door. Something inside her said she shouldn't keep the young man waiting. But when she walked into the living room and saw the expression on Markus's face, Kaya suddenly wanted to retreat back to the safety of the bathroom.

"Wow," said Markus, unable or unwilling to stop staring. "It fits you . . . perfectly!"

"No, the top is too small!" said Kaya. "And the socks are too long, and the bra . . ." She felt the strange urge to cover herself with her arms, but she didn't want Markus to know she was embarrassed. Elves weren't modest creatures, they were very open about their bodies, so Kaya felt some confusion at her own reaction. She wondered if she should speak to Erik about it, and immediately thought against it. She needed her friend Miranar back.

"I'm afraid it's all I have," said Markus. Then he suddenly moved to sit down on the couch. "Michiko refuses everything I give her, that's the only reason I even have any girl clothes."

Kaya immediately forgot about her embarrassment, as she saw Markus putting his head in his hands. She quickly went and sat down on the couch next to him. Markus looked up suddenly. "I'm such a bad host, you must be cold, I'll make you some tea," he said, moving across the room to his small kitchen. He returned with two cups of tea, handing one to Kaya. He sat down across from her, but was only looking down at the cup in his hand. Her heart went out to him.

"Is Michiko your girlfriend?" said Kaya, taking a sip and setting it down on the coffee table. "She's very beautiful."

Markus nodded. "She is, I guess, but . . . she is thinking about breaking up with me before Christmas. She says she wants to have a perfect Christmas, and she can't have that with me."

"Why not?" said Kaya, curious.

Markus hesitated, looking embarrassed.

"You can tell me, Markus," said Kaya. "I . . . back home, everyone comes to me with their problems."

He looked at her for a moment, then spoke. "She wants to have sex, on Christmas Eve. That's what most single Japanese girls want."

Kaya stiffened. That didn't sound very Christmas-y. Was that really true? "Uhh, well . . . do you . . . not want to have sex with her?"

Markus looked at her strangely. "Are you crazy? Of course I do!" Then he sighed. "I just . . . I'm afraid of screwing it up."

"He must be a virgin," came Erik's voice in her ear. Kaya sat up straight as if something sharp had stuck her in the back.

Markus was looking at her strangely, and she remembered their discussion.

"Why . . . are you afraid of messing up, Markus," she asked, sweetly. "Are you a virgin?"

Markus shook his head. "No, I've had two girlfriends, but . . . I can't tell you this, it's too embarrassing."

"He probably came in his pants," said Erik in her ear.

"Shut up!" hissed Kaya. Then her eyes went wide. "Oh . . . not you, Markus! I . . . I was talking to myself, I . . ."

"Were you about to say something? Please, tell me!" said Markus, looking worried.

"Oh no, it's nothing!" said Kaya, blushing at her mistake.

"You have to tell me, now I'm going to think you're laughing at me," said Markus, looking dejected.

"Oh dear, well," stammered Kaya. "I . . . was going to say . . . you have to tell me what happened, or I can't help you!"

Markus looked at her, her round face and big brown eyes looking up at him expectantly. "Alright. they broke up with me, and I'm so worried Michiko will do the same."

"Well, why did they break up with you?" said Kaya, curious.

Markus looked embarrassed. "Kaya, are you a virgin? Have you had sex?"

Kaya shook her head. It didn't shame her to talk about such things, all the elves were open about it. "I'm a virgin, of course." All the elves at the workshop were virgins, since sex was forbidden. But she left that detail out.

"Really? Have you . . . you know . . . kissed anyone? Fooled around?" said Markus, looking at her in a new light.

"Oh sure," said Kaya. There were no rules about kissing or touching, the elves did that, when not working of course. "It's not a big deal," she added.

"Oh," said Markus, clearly surprised, and he looked a bit confused by her answer. "Umm, we'll anyway, we had sex, and umm, well, they both complained that they didn't . . . you know . . ."

"Didn't like it?" said Kaya, helpfully.

"Well, that they didn't . . . you know . . . they didn't have an orgasm."

"Or . . . gasm?" said Kaya. She wasn't familiar with the word.

"Oh sorry, maybe you don't know that word in Japanese. They didn't cum," explained Markus.

"Come where?" said Kaya, still not following him.

"Really?" said Erik in her ear. "You've never had an orgasm?"

"What's an orgasm?" said Kaya, blushing when she realized she'd again answered Erik out loud.

"I guess it makes sense," said Erik, his voice sounding odd in her ear. "You spent your whole life at the workshop, and you've never had sex so how would you know?"

Exasperated, Kaya pulled out her phone and typed a message to Erik. "Shut up!"

Markus was looking embarrassed. "An orgasm is when . . . uh . . . well, for a guy, it's when you . . . uh . . . your semen shoots out, you know?"

"It shoots out?" said Kaya, her eyes as big as saucers. Her hand unknowingly went to her abdomen at the thought of a male's seed shooting up inside her. And she felt a strange warmth, like a tingling, which she couldn't remember ever feeling before.

"Well, not really," said Markus, seemingly amused by her complete lack of knowledge about sex. "It just--"

"What about the woman? Does it . . . shoot out of her?" Kaya found the idea horrifying . . . and strangely thrilling.

"Oh no, at least, not normally. The woman just . . . umm . . . screams a lot . . . you know."

"Does it hurt that much?" said Kaya, her hand going to her chest. No wonder the workshop forbid it.

"No! It doesn't hurt, they are screams of . . . pleasure," said Markus. "You've never tried to give yourself an orgasm? Do you even masturbate? I thought all Japanese girls masturbate?"

"Touch myself?" said Kaya. "Why would I do that?"

Markus laughed. "Cause it feels good."

"No it doesn't," said Kaya. "I don't feel anything," she added, shrugging.

"Umm, Kayako," said Erik in her ear.

"Shh! Sorry," said Kaya, wanting to change the subject. "Did you try to have sex with Michiko?" She couldn't imagine a guy giving her a bathing suit . . . or panties. Markus seemed very forward. Then again, she'd never even had a boyfriend, so maybe this was normal behavior?

"Oh no, she refuses everything!" cried Markus, looking down at Kaya with a distraught expression. "When I kiss her, she says I'm not a good kisser. Maybe she's right, I don't know?"

Kaya cocked her head at the handsome young man. His mixed heritage made him almost exotic looking, and she couldn't imagine he was a bad kisser. Then again she wasn't sure if she'd even be able to tell. She kissed other elves of course, they did it all the time, and she couldn't tell which of the boy elves were good and which weren't, though some were crude and others seemed more . . . dexterous. But even if she couldn't tell if Markus was a good kisser, maybe she could elevate his spirits. "Kiss me, Markus," she said. "Then I can tell you . . . uh . . . if you're a good kisser?"

"Really?" said Markus, looking at her with raised eyebrows. He hesitated for a long moment. "Uh, ok, I guess that couldn't hurt." Delighted by his answer, Kaya sat upright on the couch, turning her torso to face the young man, and leaning forward slightly to present her lips. Suddenly she heard a buzzing sound, and she looked about for the source.

"It's your phone," sighed Markus, looking annoyed.

"Oh!" said Kaya, hesitating. She really didn't want to interrupt their impending kiss, but what if it was Mrs. Claus? Or Santa? "I'll just check, ok?" she said, smiling at Markus before she dashed over to the table to retrieve her phone. "Hello?" she said, unfolding it and placing it to her ear.

"It's a trap! He just wants to kiss you!" It was Erik, though he sounded agitated instead of his usual sarcastic tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Kaya. "Uhmm, excuse me, I think you have a wrong number. Don't call me again!"

"Kaya wait, there's something you need to know---" blurted Erik, but she ignored his warning and put down the phone, then she quickly moved back to the couch and sat, carefully arranging her short skirt.

"I'm sorry, wrong number," she said, using an expression she'd learned that humans used a lot. She smiled when Markus accepted her explanation without suspicion. "Now where were we?"

"I was going to kiss you," said Markus, moving closer on the couch so that his thigh was pressed against hers. Kaya smiled. Kissing wasn't very interesting in her experience, but she was thrilled that Markus wanted to kiss her, for she knew how important it seemed to be to humans. With wide eyes she watched as Markus slid one arm around to place a hand at the small of her back, and his other hand moved up to cup the back of her neck. He leaned in and moved his lips against hers. Almost immediately, Kaya felt something different. His lips felt electric on hers, warm, and tingly and wonderful. His hand at her back gently pulled her toward him, and his other hand tilted her head up slightly. His lips formed of delicious pressure against hers, and when the fingers of his left hand gently rubbed her bare back, she shivered, making a soft sound in her throat. Perhaps encouraged by the sound, Markus's mouth pressed harder into hers, and she felt his tongue slip in. The elf boys did this often, but unlike those times, Kaya felt a jolt of pleasure as Markus's tongue slipped past her lips and touched her own tongue. Markus's left hand pulled harder at her back, and now she suddenly felt her breasts pressing against his broad, strong chest, and the sensation sent a tingle up her spine. Markus's exploring fingers at the small of her bare back made her gasp slightly, and the young man responded by pressing in, his kiss growing deeper and stronger. It was unlike any kiss she'd experienced; it was as if all she'd read about kissing had suddenly become true, and she wondered if it was something one could only experience with humans?

Markus broke off the kiss finally, leaving Kaya gasping for breath, her heart beating rapidly and her body tingly and alive. She looked at Markus curiously; he didn't seem out of breath like she was, but he was looking at her with an intense stare, and when his eyes flicked downward, she blushed, feeling an odd exhilaration.

"So, how was it?" said Markus, now looking concerned, as if she held his life in her hands.

"Uh . . . it was . . . unlike any kiss I've experienced," breathed Kaya, still slightly out of breath. "That's a good thing!" she added, blushing when he smiled broadly. She smiled up at him. "You know, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Maybe Michiko is just . . . too embarrassed to say she enjoyed it?"

"I don't know," said Markus. "I guess I could try again. But I worry about what comes after the kiss."

Kaya looked in his eyes. Perhaps he meant touching? The boy elves had done that too, but just like the kissing, Kaya hadn't found that interesting or exciting either.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean we have to do that!" said Markus, seeing her frown.

"Oh!" said Kaya, shaking her head. "No, I was uh . . . it's quite alright, if you'd like to practice touching, that's what you meant, right?" She didn't see the harm, she'd done touching even with elves she didn't particularly like. Days were long and boring during the cold dark winters.