The Elf's Christmas Miracle

"Really?" said Markus, looking genuinely surprised. "Uh, that would really help me, Kaya! I could uh . . . see what I'm doing wrong. Or maybe you could give me pointers."

"I'd be happy to," said Kaya, though deep down, she really didn't know what pointers to give him. Nothing the elves had done had been particularly stimulating. Kaya turned on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her so she was kneeling, and she smiled for it made her feel taller, though she still had to look up at Markus. Suddenly, the heard the buzzing of her phone again.

"Santa's balls!" she exclaimed, suddenly putting her hand to her mouth in shock. "Oh, I'm . . . so sorry . . . we say that sometimes when he's not around . . . I mean . . . when no one's around!" The phone was still buzzing, and when she saw Markus looking at her strangely and opening his mouth to ask her something, she quickly leapt off the couch and dashed to her phone. "Umm, excuse me a moment," she said, rushing into the bathroom and closing the door.

"What now?" she hissed at a whisper into the phone.

"Kaya! The spell doesn't work when you're with the humans!" It was Erik, sounding agitated again.

"Spell? What are you talking about? Listen here, you jerk—" she whispered, trying to keep her voice down.

"Mrs. Claus puts a spell on all the elves in the workshop. That's why you don't feel anything when you kiss or touch each other!" blurted Erik, trying to get the words out before she hung up.

Kaya paused, staring at her phone like it was some sort of reptile. "What?" she said, finally.

"Your whole life at the workshop, all us elves are under a spell, so we don't . . . fool around and get into trouble! So . . . when you're there with the humans, the spell doesn't work. You're going to feel everything!"

Kaya's eyes went wide. No wonder kissing Markus had been so . . . sensual! Suddenly she was filled with anger. "That bitch! All these years, I missed out on all that kissing. Real kissing!"

"Kaya, your language!" whispered Erik. "You know he's always watching. She's always watching!"

Kaya made a dismissive sound. "Bitch, bitch, bitch!" she whispered, looking up at the bathroom ceiling.

"Kaya, focus!" said Erik. "It's Christmas Eve! If you don't figure out your task by Christmas morning . . . you'll be stuck there!"

"I like it here!" said Kaya. "It's exciting, and there's kissing!"

"Kaya!" said Erik. "Do you think Mrs. Claus will just let you join the humans and have the time of your life? No! She'll . . . put a spell on you or something! You'll end up living your life as a frog or in a human jail!"

Kaya laughed. "You have quite the imagination, Erik." But it dawned on her that she didn't exist here. She knew enough about human culture that she'd be in trouble, with no money, no official name. She didn't believe Mrs. Claus would do anything to her, but still it could be dangerous.

"Kaya, what makes you think this guy is your mission, anyway?" said Erik, his voice serious.

"I don't know, just a hunch?" said Kaya, suddenly uncertain. "He saved me from the subway train, that can't be coincidence, can it?"

"Usually the missions are to . . . help someone who's a good person but unhappy for some reason," mused Erik. "So I suppose it could be him. He did save your life, and he's unhappy about his girlfriend . . . but, I don't know, it just seems rather trivial for a Christmas miracle delivered by an elf."

"Not all miracles must be of the world-saving variety," scolded Kaya.

Erik paused. "You're right, of course. But sometimes the mission is not about the deed, but about the person. Let me do some digging, maybe I can find out who this guy is. Don't do anything stupid, I'll be offline for a bit, ok? Oh, and Kaya, the amnesia story is not very believable, just tell him you live out west of Tokyo, in Hachioji. Tell him you go to college out there, but don't tell him which one, it's common for Japanese girls to be vague, for their own safety."

"Alright, thanks Erik," said Kaya. She wondered if she'd misjudged him. Realizing she'd been in the bathroom too long, she flushed the toilet, ran the water for a moment, and then opened the door. She saw Markus sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. She quickly went to his side, and sat down, arranging her skirt and smiling at him, but saw that he still looked downtrodden. He looked at her with a quizzical expression.

"Who keeps calling you? It seemed like a long phone call this time," said Markus. He looked a bit skeptical.

"Oh," said Kaya, smiling. "That was my friend, when I talked to her, I started to remember things! I live in Hachioji, and I go to university out there!"

"Oh really?" said Markus, raising an eyebrow. "My cousin goes to school there? What year are you?"

"I'm a senior, majoring in English," she said, looking at him nervously. Hopefully his cousin wasn't a senior.

"A senior at university, and still a virgin, and a beautiful one at that," said Markus, moving closer to her on the couch. "How does that happen?"

Kaya blushed slightly. "I'm hardly beautiful. I . . ." she tried to think of an explanation. She couldn't very well tell him it was forbidden. "I just wasn't very interested, I suppose," she mustered.

"Not interested in boys?" said Markus, raising an eyebrow. "So you . . . uh . . . prefer girls?"

Kaya blinked at him, then her eyes went wide. "Oh no! I meant . . . I mean I prefer boys, I just wasn't interested in sex."

"But now you are?" said Markus. It might have been her imagination, but he seemed to be leaning in closer to her.

Kaya felt her cheeks redden. "Uh . . . I think just kissing is enough for me."

"Oh, me too," said Markus. Suddenly his hand came up to her hair, and he leaned in, pressing his warm lips to hers. As his hand grasped the back of her neck, and his other hand slid up her bare back and pressed her torso inward toward his chest, Kaya closed her eyes and felt like she was floating. She felt a rush of sensations, Markus's fingers on her bare and sensitive back, her chest pressed against his by the pressure of his hand in her back, and most of all, the warm, pressure of his lips. Kaya felt his kiss as a tingle in her belly, both alarming and exciting. A soft sound of pleasure escaped her throat. Then she remembered what all elves often said, that he was watching at all times! She gently broke off the kiss by using her hands to push off against his broad chest.

"Markus," she breathed, "That was a nice kiss, but-ummph!" Kaya's words were absorbed by Markus's mouth, which devoured her in another kiss. His hand slid up her neck to entangle itself in her silky black hair, and he leaned forward, holding her against him as he kissed her deeply, chuckling at the soft cry he extracted from her throat.

"I think, Kaya, that you've been denied a proper kiss by the boys in your life. Let me show you how it's done." Then Kaya yelped in surprise when Markus lifted her off the couch, and placed her in his lap, facing him, so that her knees went to either side of his waist. Her skirt rode up so that she had only her cotton panties between her most sensitive juncture and his pants, and her mouth fell open at the riveting sensation. The young man took that as an invitation, and pressed in with lips and tongue to explore her softly protesting lips. His right hand came again to the hair at the back of her neck, and his left hand slipped around her bare waist, making her shiver at the ticklish sensation. At her back, his hand splayed out, his fingers exploring her flesh, which Kaya realized was very ticklish, and she couldn't help squirming as he continued to kiss her. Kaya wasn't sure where to place her own hands, but she thought maybe she was supposed to embrace him as he did her. She placed her arms around his neck and shoulders, which served to press her chest into his. It was a pleasurable feeling, and she hugged him tighter.

The kiss went on for several minutes, Kaya always wondering how long it was meant to last, yet deep down she didn't want it to end. The gentle suction of his lips was delightful, and when his tongue entered her mouth and touched her own tongue, she felt a shocking quiver inside that she'd never imagined possible from a simple kiss. After more minutes passed, Kaya realized she felt warm, and somehow, needy, as if the kiss was insufficient. Just then, Markus stopped kissing her, and leaned back, looking down at the panting girl in his lap.

"How was that?" said Markus, a slight grin on his handsome face.

Kaya felt warm and flushed as she looked up at the young man, and her breathing was a little ragged. "That was . . . wonderful!" She saw Markus smiling broadly at her answer. "Did . . . did you kiss Michiko like that?" she asked.

"Well, not exactly," said Markus, frowning. "She's taller, and . . . I guess I was nervous. You are so small I . . . I guess it just felt right to put you in my lap."

Kaya frowned at him. "I'm not small! I'm 156 cm! Am I just a child, that you want to put me in your lap?" Annoyed, Kaya started to get off his lap, but Markus's strong hands came to her slender upper arms, and placed her back in his lap.

"I did not mean that, Kaya," he said, sincerely. "You are a beautiful girl . . woman . . . how old are you, anyway?"

Kaya stiffened. Elves lived longer than humans, but matured later as well. She tried to convert her 18 elf years in her head to human years. "I'm 25," she replied, doing the math, "I bet I'm older than you."

"Not quite," said Markus, "I'm 30. And you're telling me you're a 25 year old virgin, who's a senior in college?"

Kaya paled, for she'd forgotten her cover story. "I . . . I was brought up very strict! My parents wouldn't let me go to college until I was 21. And I guess . . . I'm just not very interested in sex . . ." Kaya looked down at her hands, unable to meet him in the eyes. She realized she was terrible at lying for she'd grown up always telling the truth.

"Not interested in sex?" said Markus, raising his eyebrows. Suddenly he had a wicked grin. "I'd like to see if that's true."

"I'm not sure what you mean," said Kaya, looking at him suspiciously.

"Let me touch you, and you can tell me if you like it," he said.

"Touch me where?" asked Kaya, now very suspicious. She'd let the boy elves touch her breasts, her back, even her legs. But when they'd touched her between her legs, she hadn't liked that, it felt very weird and intrusive.

"Wherever you will let me," laughed Markus, smiling down at her.

Kaya looked at him. She'd thought her mission was to help his relationship with Michiko. Was this furthering that goal? "What about Michiko? I'm not sure she'd like you touching another girl," said Kaya. She always tried to be a good elf, and to ask herself, what would Santa do? She was pretty sure he would try not to damage Markus's relationship with Michiko.

"You've already helped me with her!" answered Markus. "Let me return you the favor. And if you enjoy this, maybe Michiko will enjoy it when I do it with her. So you'd be helping me yet again."

Kaya still didn't think it was a good idea, but she was conflicted. Kissing Markus had felt so much better than kissing elves back at the Workshop, that she was overwhelmed with curiosity about touching. Finally, she modded. "Ok, I guess that would be ok, just . . . don't do anything that would make Michiko jealous."

"Oh, don't worry, she wouldn't be jealous of just a little playing around," said Markus, dismissively. "Now why don't you lie down here, and get comfortable," he added, patting the couch. Kaya stepped off of Markus's lap, and looked at the couch, feeling hesitant. "Here, you can rest your head on here," said Markus, putting a cushion on one end. Then he gently placed his hands on Kaya's hips, and guided her to sit down on the couch. Kaya felt a thrill to be moved about like that, and when Markus's hands came to her upper arms to lay her flat on the couch, she breathlessly complied, enjoying the unfamiliar but exciting feel of being at the will of an attractive man. Her skirt was quite short, and she carefully pushed it down on all sides, and kept her legs out straight to keep it from rising up her thighs. Markus arranged the pillow under her head, and Kaya looked up at him with fascination. Was this how humans courted? No elf had ever dared to be so forward, they always asked permission before doing anything with her. At the Workshop, she had always felt safe . . . and bored.

"Place your arms above your head, Kaya," said Markus, softly. Kaya felt a tickle go up her spine at his commanding tone. It didn't really sound like a request, and with an embarrassed smile, she raised her arms and placed her hands behind the pillow. Her whole life she'd bristled at being ordered around by the grizzled elf supervisors in the workshop, so it surprised her that she didn't mind Markus giving her commands. She smiled shyly. It didn't hurt that he was so handsome.

Markus got comfortable on the couch, sitting next to her hip, and his hands came to her bare sides, just above the hem of her skirt. "You have quite a voluptuous figure, not skin and bones like many Japanese women," said Markus, moving his hands down to gently squeeze Kaya's thighs above her knees. "Your legs have some muscle on them," he observed, squeezing and sliding his hands up her toned thighs to just below her skirt. "Many Japanese women, I could put my hands almost completely around their thighs, but certainly not you."

Kaya couldn't answer his question, for her mouth had fallen open at the sensation of his large, strong male hands on her smooth inner thighs. Her skin had never felt so alive and sensitive, and she was reminded of Erik's revelation about the spell she'd been under back up North. Markus was looking expectantly at her, and she swallowed heavily, giving him an embarrassed smile. "I . . . I play soccer back home," she said. It was the elves favorite game in summer, and in winter they continued to play in an underground gym that Santa had built for them. Many of the elves did cross country skiing or snowshoeing in the winter, but Kaya couldn't handle the cold. But she'd never been skinny like most of the female elves, and she suspected it was that bit of human blood in her veins.

"You have a flat tummy as well," observed Markus, his hands now moving to the skirt at her hips. His fingers curled inside the hem, and slid inward toward her navel, gently caressing the flesh of her lower abdomen. Kaya gasped, rising up off the pillow slightly. Her belly was even more sensitive than her thighs, she realized, and she was starting to understand why Santa and Mrs. Claus might not have wanted Workshop elves to experience such sensuality. Yet here she was, half a world away from the North Pole, and Kaya was eager to experience what had been denied her all these years.

"You're a ticklish little thing, aren't you?" observed Markus, the backs of his fingers making another trip inward toward her navel. Kaya sucked in her belly with a sharp intake of breath, but his fingers followed her twitching flesh, before moving outward toward her hips again. "How about up here?" added Markus, his hands now trailing slowly up her bare sides, before sliding over the white tanktop just below her ribcage. The feel of his fingers was greatly reduced when felt through her cotton top, until he reached her bare armpits, which caused Kana to giggle and drop her arms to protect herself. Markus gently took her wrists, and moved them over her head again, Kana watching him curiously. Then he used his index finger to gently caress the small wells of her armpits. "I thought maybe you shaved here, but I feel no stubble at all."

Kana stiffened nervously. Elves didn't have armpit hair like humans, or on their arms and legs. "I . . . I have a very good razor . . ." she said in explanation, hoping he would accept her lie. Markus looked at her oddly but said nothing. But his hands continued up her shoulders to gently explore the curves of her neck, making Kaya shiver slightly as they continued with fingertip caresses up her cheekbone to finally reach her ears. Kaya sucked in a sharp breath, holding it nervously as the man explored the contour of her ears with his fingers. She wasn't sure how Mrs. Claus' magic hid her elf ears, and that meant she wasn't sure the disguise would hold up to a direct examination. But Markus said nothing, and his right hand moved to her mouth, his thumb gently tracing the contour of her lips. Kaya's mouth opened slightly, and she had a panicked look in her eyes. Markus' touch on her lips was such an intrusive, sensual thing, that she wasn't sure how to react. Kaya felt like she should stop him, yet it felt nice, and was a completely new experience for her, so she said nothing, just lay back and reveled in the sensations.

"Your breasts seem unusually large for a Japanese girl," said Markus, suddenly, his hands leaving her lips as he looked down at her chest. Lying on the couch with her arms above her head, must have made her chest protrude, so Kaya quickly lowered her arms, placing them awkardly in front of her. "Now, now," said Markus, gently taking her wrists again to raise them over her head. "Don't make me have to tie you up."

Kaya's eyes went wide, and she searched his eyes to see if he was teasing her. Tieing her up would certainly not be in the spirit of a Christmas miracle, and she started to doubt her mission. Then he smiled. "I'm just joking, don't look so worried," said Markus, breaking into a smile. "I know you're much too innocent for such talk, I apologize."

"I'm not innocent!" said Kaya, frowning. "I may be a virgin, but I know people use . . . handcuffs . . . and uh . . . sex toys . . . and things." Kaya stopped, for if she continued she'd just reveal her lack of knowledge about such things. She'd heard dirty talk in some movies, if they slipped past the elf censors who determined what movies they could watch.

"It's hard to imagine a woman with such a voluptuous body could be a complete innocent," mused Markus. "What size bra do you wear, anyway?"

Kaya froze. She'd never worn a bra, she'd only worn her dowdy elf uniforms, and she didn't know what sizes they came in. She tried to remember the ads in her magazines, how did they size them, A, B etc? And a number, like 32, or 80 in Japan? Markus was looking at her, expecting an answer. "Umm, I wear a B bra in uh, eighty -- two," she said, looking away, then looking at him when she realized that would look suspicious.

Markus was looking at her skeptically. "Michiko is an A70, and the top fits you perfectly below your breasts at least. So you're probably more like a 70 than an 82. And a B cup?" he laughed, reaching down to cup her breasts through the white tank top.

"What are you doing?" exclaimed Kaya, her hands coming down to grasp his wrists. She was caught between not wanting to offend the young man, and embarrassment as the feel of his hands on her breasts, so her hands simply gripped him tightly, gently pushing, which wasn't enough to move his strong arms.

"I think you're lying to me, Kayako," he said, though he was grinning rather than glaring at her. Then his hands began to squeeze and cup her heavy lobes, making Kaya gasped in shock. Her grip on his wrists grew tighter as he fondled and played with her breasts, trying to feel their size and weight. When she felt a jolt of pleasure between her legs, she exclaimed,

"Please, Markus!" cried Kaya. "I'm not lying, I just . . . confused the American sizes with Japan! It's all my English classes, they confuse me . . ."

Markus removed his hands from her breasts, and when Kaya let go of his wrists, he placed her arms over her head again. "I'd say you're an E cup in Japan, I think that's a C or D in America," he said, looking at her with something unfamiliar and a bit intimidating in his eyes. "With such big breasts you really should wear a bra," he added. Kaya opened her mouth to protest, but stopped. She couldn't very well tell him she usually wore one, for that would be a lie. There was no need for one with the elf uniform, but she certainly couldn't tell him that either. "Without a bra, I can see your nipples, which seem to be getting stiff and poking your little top," he added.