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“You and Me” are second person, present tense smutty stories I write between an unnamed fictional me and a fictional you. This is one of those stories. For the purposes of this story, we'll be women who are coworkers and both known to the other as people who date women. Relative to its length, this qualifies as a slow burn. In case erotic and smut weren't enough of an indication, this story is for adults.

You come over after work. Sometimes we go to your place. Sometimes we go to my place. I was less embarrassed by the state of my place than you were by yours and also my roommate was planning to be out. Though I'm not sure you and me had anything in mind that might be easier done with her out of the picture.

We've been circling each other for months. I'm not sure if we're going to be together. In these moments, it doesn't really matter. It's company and a chance to be around someone who doesn't roll their eyes when I talk about our 'guilty pleasures' from a media perspective.

The office has been talking about the snowstorm. It's the only reason I know why the shelves are bereft of bread and eggs.

It's starting tonight. If you leave early enough, then you'll be back to your place before you get snowed in. You hate it when I remind you of things you already know but I do worry.

I don't worry that you'll be here overnight. I worry that you'll be upset about it.

“If you leave now, you can probably get home before the snow starts,” I say.

You give me a look.

“I don't feel like being alone right now.”

“I could walk with you,” I suggest. It's kind of a silly suggestion.

“Then you might get snowed in at my place,” you smile. “Which is a complete disaster.”

The sun is almost down and the way the light plays in your hair as you sit on my couch makes you so beautiful I want to pull out my phone and take a picture. Instead, I content myself with trying to capture the image fixed in a media as impermanent and changeable as my memory.

The memory will bend and shape with time, updating itself as you and I change in time. The moment will change with us instead of standing as a perfect monument to an imperfect moment in time.

“Would you like some tea or coffee?”

“Coffee sounds good,” you nod.

There are two lines I can think of from favorite shows but I don't say either of them. I get up from the couch and make a pot of coffee.

I come back to the couch.

“It must get cold in here when it snows,” you say, looking at the large sliding glass door leading to the so-called 'balcony.'

I don't think you can see it now but the seal between the layers is busted so it's got grime between the panes. What we can both see is is the layer of condensation that has almost totally blocked the view of the parking lot below.

“Mmm,” I nod. “Hence the wide variety of hoodies scattered strategically.”

“So there's a method in your madness?”

I can tell from the smile on your face that you're teasing me and also not just quoting the bard.

“That or a witch is using my hoodies for an elaborate, bird-friendly form of divination.”

That earns a chuckle.

“You don't wear hoodies to bed,” you ask.

“Not typically, no,” I roll my eyes but with a wry smile on my face. I can never tell what reaction others will have to the same expressions I see them use.

“What do you do?”

The coffeepot beeps and I get up.

“Why don't you guess?”

You give this a ponder while I pour mugs and pull out spoons and creamer.

I set one mug in front of you with a spoon and with the creamer before taking my own seat.

“I think you have a different mistress every night. On cold nights, they keep your bed warm while waiting for you to come and have your way with them. And then in the middle of the night when they make you too hot, you push them out of your bed and make them go back to their own apartments. Their boyfriends wonder where they've been but don't smell the scent of another man on them so they say nothing.”

I can't help but giggle at the thought.

“So, no to Seven Mistresses for You.” You tip the creamer into the coffee and stir it.

“Call me boring but, so far, it's been a strict regimen of serial monogamy for me.”

“And you and Roommate aren't together?” You have both hands around the coffee mug and you're holding it to your nose, as if you're trying to suck each bit of heat out of the air and into your face.

“No,” I shake my head. “I've been flying solo for a while.”

“Maybe you have a human-sized heat lamp like the kind they get for lizards.”

“And I bask naked on top of my bed in the warmth like a cold-blooded alien.” I grin.

There's a twinkle in your eye when I say the word 'naked.'

“I'm afraid that's not it either.”

“What would I have gotten if I'd picked the right answer?”

I consider this for a moment before settling on a good answer.

“A chance to take my place in that scenario.”

You grinned.

“You don't sleep cold?”

“Not in winter,” I shook my head.

“What do you do?”

“I turn on my electric blanket about a half hour before bedtime. It gets my bed nice and toasty.”

“Is your bed big enough for two?”

“Technically. For more than an occasional overnight guest, you'd want a bigger bed.”

I'm starting to worry that all this talk of having a warm bed might be more about how cold you are than about the possibility of sharing a bed with me. It's not a problem if you're not trying to get in my bed but I don't always read the room right.

“Would you like to borrow a hoodie? I have a fresh one in the clothes basket.”

You give me a look and then pick up one of my hoodies that's in arm's reach. It's a neon green thing with a busy indie cartoon illustration on it. It's one of my favorites but it's not available anymore. The print is starting to wear on this one. You look incredibly cute in anything but this one makes me ache.

You smell the sleeve near the wrist.

“Mmm, smells like girlfriend.”

I laugh. It's something of a meme but you could mean more by it.

We figure out dinner and then watch cheesy 80s action TV starring resourceful and good characters defeating villains-of-the-week while we wait for the oven to finish its magic.

I notice flakes of snow starting to accumulate on the window. The light warmth of the inside makes an inefficient snow melting machine out of the sliding glass door. Despite the translucence of the window, I can still see a little of the accumulation.

It's not too late for you to go home. I've seen you watching the window, though.

The timer buzzes and I go to check on the food. Things are ready enough but need to wait a few minutes to cool. We eventually eat while watching the next episode of the show.

It turns out to be a clipisode. When I come back from putting the plates, forks, and spoons into the sink, you've made space for me on the couch.

My heart is filled with terror but also joy. I sit beside you.

You scoot over so your body is pressed against mine. You grab my hands and hold them to your face.

“Ouch, cold,” you say. You pull my left hand to your tummy and my right hand to your back before pulling your shirt and the hoodie you borrowed from my couch over my 'chilly' fingers. Your back and stomach turn me on.

I can feel your body moving each time you breathe.

I let my head rest on your shoulder. It's an awkward position but it's the most physical contact we've ever had.

I'd left the lights off as we ate and watched TV so the only thing lighting the room at this point was the TV. Outside, it looked like the snow had stopped accumulating.

“Why don't you turn the electric blanket on while we're waiting for the next episode?”

I got up from the couch and ran quickly to my room. I cut the light on and found the control covered in some pajamas. I turned it on and pulled the blankets straight before going back to the living room.

I find you stretched out on the couch with your head resting on your left arm.

You spot me and rub the space in front of you with your right hand.

I back onto the couch, putting my head a little lower so you'll be able to see.

“I've seen this episode bunch of times. You're not going to be comfortable with your feet sticking off the end of the couch.” You snicker.

I slide up the couch so my head is in front of yours.

You slip your hand under my shirt. Your fingers are soft and you have a slight edge to each nail.

I can only tell because of the way your fingers are playing over my tummy. They're short enough that you can still use them on and in pussy without hurting anything but long enough that you can still scratch if you want.

You sniff my hair and press your face against my shoulder.

It feels wonderful to have my back pressed against you. I'm not expecting much more just yet. The show has a while to go.

It's a complete surprise when you slip your right hand to the band of my pants. I'm still wearing the slacks I had on at work today.

You unhook the belt, undo the button, and zip the pants open.

I can barely squeeze in and out of the pants with the zip undone but it would be presumptuous to pull my own pants down without you telling me to.

You slip your fingers inside my panties. Not far but far enough.

“Growing your coat for winter?” you giggle in my ear.

It's not totally out of control. I trim it short about once a week. It may have been a little longer this time.It's irritating when too short and then irritating again once it's too long.

I laugh and reach my right had behind you. I give your butt a little squeeze.

“You could put your hand inside my pants, you know.”

I laugh and try to find the waistline of your pants. My fingers finally find their way and slip inside your pants and panties. I've wondered what your ass looks like without clothes on. I still don't know but now I do know how it feels. Plump, pliant, and warm. I love the way it feels in my hand.

My options for escalation are minimal from this angle.

You seem content with that, running your fingers through the top side of my bush almost like the bush was your very own stim toy. I can't even tell if you've noticed you can't get much further down because I still have my slacks on.

I'm not as comfortable as you seem to be. It's hard not to fidget while my fur is being played with.

You raise your head and kiss my ear.

“We don't have to finish this episode,” you suggest.

I squeeze your ass and nod my head.

You pull your hand out of my panties and follow me to the bedroom.

I set my phone on the left side of the bed and pull my pants and shirt off. I wait to see how far you're going.

You pull your pants, my hoodie, your top and bra off and then slip under the covers, still wearing your panties.

I only got the barest glance at your chest but it's enough for the moment. I had gone without a bra so the only thing left was my top and then I'd be wearing as much as you. I pulled it off and slipped under the covers quickly.

The bed was warm. Almost hot. It's a temperature that it can't get all by itself. There's an almost electric quality to the heat itself. It's bitter and sharp, softened only by an extra blanked between the top sheet and the bigger blankets above.

It's not the kind of thing I'd want to feel normally but it's wonderful on a chilly night like this when the alternative is cold toes and fingers.

You scooch so close our foreheads occasionally bash together when we're not paying attention.

The only things of you that I can see are your eyes and part of your face.

You slip your hand to my neck and press your lips to my mouth.

If I'd ever imagined kissing you, it wasn't like this. We'd kiss at some dramatic moment and it would be just right, setting us on the path to being lifelong lovers and, eventually, finding our own, particular version of happily ever after.

This wasn't that perfect moment but it was the one we'd been building to. Your lips are soft and gentle. Your breath smells like the same dinner I'd just eaten with overtones of coffee and creamer.

I don't know what the kiss means — if anything — but I know how it feels. It feels like something we've been hinting around for weeks. It feels like a promise. Not a promise of forever but a promise of right now. Right now, we're here together and what happens after we'll figure out together.

I return your kiss and let my right hand traverse the gap between us, underneath the covers, until it finds your side.

You pull back, look me in the eyes, and then smile. You grab my hand and pull it to your chest.

Your nipple is hard under the palm of my hand. Your breasts are warm. I don't know if your nipples usually are this hard but this for sure isn't about the cold.

I squeeze your nipple.

Your lips part and a little gasp escapes your mouth.

I lick my lips and press them to yours.

You put your hand on my face and return the kiss.

It's cold in my apartment but it's as hot as hell under the covers. We're hardly even touching yet.

Other than our lips and hands. I feel every breath. Your chest is like an ocean, rising and falling in smooth but unpredictable waves.

You come up for air and move your hand from my face to my shoulders.

I know where I hope you're going with this but I don't dare anticipate you.

Your hand caresses my right breast. How many times I've imagined this. It's everything I would have hoped for if I had known it could be true. Your fingers are so soft. Your thumb flicks around my areola, not exploring but setting my skin on fire.

My heart pounds in my chest. I squeeze your breast, gently, fascinated by how different it feels in my hand.

You plant the smallest kiss on my cheek and then put your hand inside my panties.

I lift my leg to give you more options, not to beg you to put your fingers where I need them.

“I think we're overdressed,” you say.

My eyes are saucers. I peel my hand away from your chest and slip my panties off. I'll find them in the bottom of my sheets some other time but I don't want to break the magic of the moment by pulling them out to toss onto the floor.

You laugh and push your own panties off. You pull them out and drop them behind your shoulder.

“Those are going to be so cold when you put them back on,” I can't help but saying.

“I don't plan to put them back on,” you giggle. “I brought a clean pair and a toothbrush.”

I swallow, finally realizing how long ago you would have had to have planned this. I wonder if you've brought a change of underthings before and this is just the first time we've actually made it to bed.

“Now, where was I?” You have a devious grin on your face.

I reach for your hand under the cover and pull it down until your fingers are touching the top of my bush.

“That's right,” you smile.

I sneak my hand past yours and feel between your legs. You've shaved or waxed. Definitely shaved. I rub my fingertips over your flesh. Your legs are still closed and I'm not going to spread them just yet. There's a lot of teasing and tantalizing I can do before we come to that.

You seem to have other ideas. You push your left leg forward.

My hand is pressed against your delicate lips with my wrist pinned down by your leg. I slip a finger between your labia. You're hot and wet and sticky.

Your forehead radiates heat at me while you let your fingers go on their own little search for treasure.

Or maybe you're not ready for that. Rather than going for my clit, you slip a finger inside my pussy.

I hold my breath.

You giggle and move your finger in and out of me.

“Who knew you were so desperate,” you say.

I inhale.

“You know you could have asked to go faster,” you laugh.

I shake my head. It was true but it didn't feel true. How could I express a need like that? How many times had I been told I was too much?

You rub your sopping finger around my hood, pushing it back just enough to reach my bare clit.

I kiss your cheek and let my own fingers start to rub along your labia. Your leg squeezes against my arm.

“Tease,” you breathe.

I laugh and move my fingers to your clit. Just above it, really. I put them side by side and rub three little circles side by side. None of the circles touch your clit directly. I can tell by your breathing that you can feel it.

I've imagined this moment before but each time was different. This is the real thing and I don't want to rush.

You're panting in my ear.

For a moment, I thought you had forgotten what you were doing but you start again, moving your fingers over my clit instead of just holding them there.

It's immediately almost as much as I can handle. I manage to keep stroking above your clit but I lose my focus a few times.

I decide I can't keep the teasing up this way any more. I let my fingers move down just a little. Now my middle finger is directly over your clit and my pointer and ring fingers are beside. I can't rub as hard here yet. I love the feeling of your tender flesh beneath my fingers.

I love the feeling of every other point of contact between us, all adding to the heat beneath the covers. Every part of you is perfect and I want it all. I whisper your name over and over again like a prayer to a goddess I know well but a goddess still filled with mystery and awe.

You drive me over the edge. I plunge headlong into the bliss that your fingers are bringing me.

I only barely manage to keep using my fingers on you. When quaking in my body stops, I pull the cover up and slip between your legs.

Even if I had my eyes open under the covers, I wouldn't see anything but you. I slip a finger inside your pussy and use the tip of my tongue to warble and flit over your clit.

Your breath is ragged now. You shake in a steady time that doesn't quite match up with the legato motion of my tongue.

I feel the pressure of your legs squeezing on me. Not hard but a little out of your control.

I lick and lick and lick, slow and smooth in circles and swoops of different sizes and directions. I revel in your taste.

You lose all patience and start to ride my tongue and my nose.

I move my finger inside you, putting pressure on your inner wall.

You groan my name and fall back onto my bed.

I kiss the inside of your leg tenderly while your muscles move in turmoil underneath your skin.

When you're still, I climb out from the covers and curl up beside you. I don't know whether you'd want to cuddle or not. I do but I'm concerned. The same concerns as always. Am I too much?

It doesn't matter in that moment.

You pull in close to me and we doze in the dim light of my bedroom for a little while.

The night isn't quite young but it's not time for bed yet either.

I watch a show on my phone while you take a shower. I take my shower after and we fall asleep together.

In the morning, I wake to find I'm alone in bed. It's completely silent and still. The air outside the bed is bitter cold while the covers are keeping what's left of our heat.

The electricity is out. The light in the room is from the opened door letting the light from the living room into my room. I pull on one of my hoodies and a pair of pajama pants and slip out of my room.

You're by the sliding glass door with your phone placed against the side of your head.

“Hey, it's me. I'm snowed in here. I'll try to come in later.” You pull the phone away from your head and hit the big red button to hang up.

I laughed and go back to my room to find my phone. The snow wasn't really keeping us in but it was more than enough excuse.

~The End~

You and Me need to work on our communication. 😘

#Erotica #EroticStory #EroticStories #MidgeHollerin #YouAndMe

Midge Hollerin stories are for adults.

Tammi is accidentally vacationing without her best friend when she runs into an older woman ... on the clothing-optional beach. Sparks fly but could there be something more between them? Find out in Meeting Megan a sapphic erotic romance novelette, available in many ebook stores today!

#Erotica #SapphicErotica #MidgeHollerin

Last time I updated, I talked about these two stories as pending stories. Despite a little hiccup with Boyfriend's Power-Up Makes Him HUGE!, both are now available for purchase across a wide range of eBook stores.

Upcoming

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	When Tammi's best friend bails on their annual vacation, she doesn't know what to expect. Surprising even herself, Tammi finds herself at a clothing-optional beach. An older woman named Megan helps her get comfortable ... but could there be more between them? Find out in Meeting Megan! FF erotica, age gap This is in progress. Probably about 80% written. I expect to have it available some time next week.
	It's snowy outside. It might not be safe to leave. We've been acquaintances for a while but I've seen the way you look at me. FF erotica Not yet written, I plan to make this my next free erotic short. Stay tuned!
(Stay Tuned)	Carla loved it when I became huge. Now, it's my turn to see how magical a giant girlfriend could be! FM erotica, size I started writing on this before I ran into trouble publishing book one. I don't have a title or a cover yet. Probably about 20% written.

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🔞 Ash Hollerin stories are for adults 🔞

When I got my boyfriend a prototype of the latest, immersive game system for his birthday, I never could have expected what would happen. He accidentally brought a power-up back with him after his last game. It's the kind that makes characters huge. I can't wait for us to use it together!

#Erotica #AshHollerin #NSFW #Smut

Midge Hollerin stories are for adults

When Isabela catches her husband cheating, she runs to the arms of Cheryl, her best friend since their college days. When Isabela wonders if she's not attractive enough anymore, Cheryl proposes to prove Isabela still has it ... by sending her on a date. With her own girlfriend, the incredibly attractive Bobbie!

#Erotica #SapphicErotica #MidgeHollerin

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	When Isabela catches her husband cheating, she runs to the arms of her best friend since their college days, Cheryl. She wonders if she's not attractive enough anymore. Cheryl proposes to prove Isabela still has it by sending her on a date with her girlfriend, the incredibly attractive Bobbie. FF erotic romance. This novelette is complete and will likely be published next week!
	It's snowy outside. It might not be safe to leave. We've been acquaintances for a while but I've seen the way you look at me. FF erotica Not yet written, I plan to make this my next free erotic short. Stay tuned!
	Full immersion video games are the latest rage. You're literally in the game. When my boyfriend, Nick, leaves the remix of a classic platformer, he accidentally brings a power up with him. The idea of letting him take it right before we go to bed is too much to pass up. I knew it would make him big but not this big! FM erotica Not yet written. This idea started as a shitpost and got all out of control very quickly. There are now four stories planned. I'm excited to begin writing on it. The series will eventually feature multiple video game bosses taking on Carla with Nick.

#HollerinUpdate #AshHollerin #MidgeHollerin #Erotica #EroticRomance

The End of Year sale at Smashwords is a great opportunity to find authors you might not have run into before. I did my shopping yesterday and one of the items that landed in my cart was a lesbian vampire erotic romance short called Once She Was Bitten by Magen Cubed.

The story is a short. It's a touch under 3,000 words. It's about a woman trying to get back with her vampire ex. In those few words, Cubed builds a world, character backstories, and heat. The feeling I had that getting back with her ex may not be a good idea made the story hotter. Likely due to Amazon limitations, the specific instances of vampirism are between the lines. That doesn't harm what Cubed is doing here but it may be a little frustrating for readers who want the vampire experience.

If a sapphic erotic romance between a vampire and a human is something you'd be up for, this is a tasty treat.

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For me, the distinction isn't necessarily the planning.

Why should you listen to me?

I'm not the most successful writer in my field. By most measures, I'm still getting started.

If you're making a living writing fiction, you're ahead of me in so many ways. I'm not sure it makes sense to change your process for mine.

On the other hand, if you've been trying resolutions and never quite getting to the goal, my method may be what gets you to hit the Publish button (or its equivalent for your own personal goals). Or maybe it will just provide some inspiration you can use to build your own thing.

What I mean by plan

Image by Kirill from Pixabay

With plans, I'm not necessarily talking about something that's fundamentally more elaborate as a starting place. My plan for 2026 on these pens is “write and publish shorts.” The individual shorts themselves will get more actual planning than the 2026 plan did.

The rigidity of resolutions

A resolution is often something like “go to the gym every day” or “don't eat junk food,” etc. I think the planning isn't so much the issue. There's often a lot of planning like:

• This is the gym I want
• This is when I'll go each day
• This is what I need to buy, etc.

Image by Kirill from Pixabay

The moment the gym streak breaks, the resolution is ruined because we don't have time machines. We can tell ourselves that we'll renegotiate the parameters but it generally doesn't work because of human nature. The thing that kept us going when we really didn't want to was the streak. When the streak is gone, we lose the motivation.

With my plans, the motivation is completing the individual effort. I want to tell that story or record that song or release the project. If I skip a day, it's no big deal because working on it daily was never part of the thing. If I end up doing 50% of the project in one day (as I can with a short!), it's great because it gets me closer to working on the next thing.

Start now, not later

I also find that starting anything on a set day in the future tends to really do one in. When I was working on ... the project I ended up completing in November probably, I was talking about it as if it was October's project but I started it in September. Basically, as soon as I had enough of a plan to work on it, I used the planning momentum and excitement to get going.

Applying that to what I'm doing right now ... I started doing the work on that as soon as I realized I wanted to do it. I started writing on Short 1 two days ago. It's unlikely that story will have the Publish button pushed in 2025 but I'm sure as heck not waiting until the new year to work on it. 😹

The finitude of this kind of plan

One of the upsides to this kind of “planning” is that a specific effort finishes whenever its done. There is an endpoint for each story (get it published) and, when that goal is finished, the main effort is finished too. Of course, we live in a capitalist hellscape so that's not quite true. I gotta keep promoting the thing but I can roll that promotional effort into what I'm already doing promotion wise.

And I can work on the next story or work on the next plan. It's always fresh. It's not going to the gym each day until I either die or break my streak. The next thing doesn't have to be prose fiction either. It can be write a song or do an AV project.

How does it work out?

Is this kind of planning more successful than resolutions? I don't know. I'm not sure they're doing the same thing. This type of planning is the only way I've ever successfully changed my life but I'm not using the concept to get swole or whatever. I'm not sure it would even work for that because the equivalent would be “I plan to lift weights sometimes” or whatever.

On the other hand, I can (and do) start one any time I want to change something.

As far as that goes, it's working out pretty well. It might help you too!

#Writing #Resolutions #Plans

Santa doesn't bring the elves anything, so there's nothing to stop them being naughty in this week's #EroticMusingsQ

#EroticMusings 30. The elves are busy – post elf smut! (anything related to elves – christmas, fantasy, space, or fae)

This is a sexy story involving toys, FF sex, FFM sex, an age gap, and a certain familiar old elf.

It was the night before the big night and Old Nick was nowhere to be seen. His big night was coming but, for Greta, it had nearly passed. She and her coworkers were only hanging around the workshop in case there were last minute orders to fulfill.

Her coworkers were being a little naughty since the old man wasn't around. It had nearly been a year since she had been hired at Nick's shop. She was the newest employee and wasn't willing to risk anything too big. She had some ideas about how to pass the time while waiting to see if she would be needed.

Greta was taking a 'I didn't see anything' approach to what her coworkers were getting up to.

Albert, her supervisor, had a festive hat on with big headphones over it. He was not nearly so jolly nor so plump an old elf as was Nick. His beard was short and only had a few hints of grey. His cheeks weren't quite so rosy yet. He sipped a steaming mug of something as he spun his chair at his little work desk that was nearer to Nick & Holly's kitchen than that.

Carla and Hedy flitted by, casting glitter spells at each other and giggling. They were two fairies. Carla was a sugar plum fairy. She was skinny and had long hair and skin not quite so white as snow. Hedy was a fairy but declined to say whether she was a sugar plum one or not. She had rich, brown skin, and curves that made Greta melt. Carla and Hedy were usually how the toys got glitter in them but, today, they were just a riot of trouble.

Holly walked onto the shop floor. She was the oldest and wisest of the elves and quite a looker too. She had brown skin and, unlike her husband, her neat mop of hair was still dark with, perhaps, a few flecks of sugar in it. Today, she wore a red dress that showed off her ample curves. She had a smile on her face as she made her way to Albert's desk.

He stopped spinning his chair and put his headphones down. He looked up at the older woman and a smile grew on his face as she spoke to him. He nodded and put his phone down on the desk top. He followed behind Holly as she led him into her room.

It might have been her imagination, but Greta thought she saw something growing in the crotch of Albert's pants. Greta had heard Holly and Nick had some kind of open arrangement going on. The idea that Albert might be slipping his candy into Holly's stocking soon filled Greta with something a little warmer than holiday cheer.

Perhaps Leifur had been waiting for Albert to get called away. He stood up and made his way to Emil's desk. Leifur was a tallish elf for his age, He had hair that went down to his shoulders. When the shop was in full operation, he left it in a net to keep it safe but he had let it down with the downtime. His beard was as unruly as his hair but, with his hair down, he looked like something from the cover of a smutty book. He was a gorgeous elf but seemed mostly to be interested in a he elf like Emil.

Emil smiled when he noticed Leifur heading his way. His blonde hair was cut short except the bangs. Emil had been the 'new elf' up until Greta arrived. He was still a little serious but the others say he had calmed down since Greta had settled into her role.

Leifur and Emil danced something like a waltz but with far more body contact than Greta had seen in a waltz before.

She couldn't help but imagine their erections pressing against each other but their bodies blocked the view. She pulled her eyes away, realizing she had been staring.

Ylfa snuck away from her workstation. She had heels on and wore a aubergine colored skirt that circled her midriff but was well above her knees. Her billowy, white shirt showed off her shoulders and she had a blue cap with a white brim and ball on the end.

It was definitely not Elf Safety and Health Administration approved but it made Greta tingle.

Greta was surprised to find that Ylfa had come to her workstation.

Ylfa grabbed a string of festive beads from the top of Greta's workstation and wrapped it around herself like she was a holiday tree. She smiled at Greta, showing off her top front teeth. Her pointy ears poked out from her hair. Her always-present glasses completed the look.

“I'm sure you're still a little too nervous to do anything really naughty,” she smiled. “I was thinking you and I could do some toy testing.” She swung her hips in a way that made her short skirt twirl but didn't raise high enough to really show anything off properly.

Greta had always hoped she would get to try out some of the toys they'd been working on all year but an opportunity had never yet come up. She looked around the shop. Everyone had found something to occupy themselves.

Birgir, the muscular, dark-skinned he elf with a shaved head, had begun to flirt with Carla. Georg, an older elf, and Edgar, the yeti who had supposedly modeled some of their toy designs, were both flirting with Hedy. They seemed unbothered by her disinterest in choosing just one of them to entertain.

Greta giggled and nodded at Ylfa.

Ylfa smiled and grabbed Greta by the hand. She pulled Greta along with her.

Greta thought they were going to one of the stock rooms but Ylfa passed those by.

Ylfa slipped a hand in her shirt and pulled out a large, brass key on a thin leather cord. She held the key up for Greta to see.

The key gleamed as if lit from a spotlight. The world around them seemed to grow dark. The key was reflected in the lenses of Ylfa's glasses.

Greta should have felt nervous but instead she felt incredibly horny.

“What are we waiting for?” she said.

Ylfa grinned. She turned to the door. She bent down, showing off the curve of her ass in her skirt. She pushed the key into the keyhole quietly and slowly. She turned the key.

The door silently swung open.

Greta didn't feel her feet moving as they found themselves inside the door.

It shut behind them.

Ylfa put the cord from the key onto the door handle.

The whole room seemed to glow with a magical light. There were long, metal tables along the walls and one running down the middle of the room. Every wall also had shelves. Each of the shelves had one toy displayed on it.

In addition to the rolling stools posted at intervals throughout the lab, there were two upholstered benches of some kind. The closer one had a red top. The one on the other side of the middle table looked like it had a green top.

Ylfa moved past her, brushing her hand along the small of Greta's back.

Greta shivered with delight at her touch. She only wished she hadn't been wearing a thick sweater. Maybe she could ...

She didn't have time to complete the thought.

Ylfa picked a toy off of one of the shelves. She turned and held it up for Greta to see.

It was long and green and had knobbly bits along its shaft. Apart from the smooth shape, it didn't look much like a penis. Light reflected off it, making it look wet and enticing.

Ylfa was practically drooling over it. She set it on the table.

“I'll find a strap on!” she said. She started rifling through drawers in the table.

Greta considered objecting. A strap on implied one of them would be fucking the other. She had managed not to get into any situations with her coworkers. Since taking the job, she'd only gone to bed with people in the nearby village.

It had been a few weeks. Their team had been working nights and weekends in preparation for the big day. The last person she'd taken to bed had been a cute older elf with skin a few shades darker than her own light beige.

It was hard to object when you were as worked up as Greta was and you'd had a crush on the person suggesting it almost since the day you'd met her.

“Found one!” Ylfa called out. She had her ass turned to Greta and lifted her skirt, showing off two plump buns. A white g-string separated them. A little hint of hair poked out, leaving Greta completely enamored.

Sooner than Greta would have liked, another pair of underwear covered those. Ylfa spun around and grabbed the big, green dildo. She lifted her skirt and connected the dildo to the strap on. She turned around and smiled at Greta.

Greta gulped. This was getting real!

Ylfa dashed around the center table and came close to Greta. The dildo raised her skirt in a different way than a cock would have. She looked in Greta's eyes and but her lower lips.

“You look a little scared,” she said.

“Am not,” Greta said. “Maybe nervous. I've never fucked a colleague.”

“Aww!” Ylfa laughed. “We're not fucking. We're testing toys. If some toys require two to operate, well, that's just a bonus.”

Greta nodded. This was absurd but she was desperately into Ylfa and if that was what both of them required to finally cross the line, she was going to let it happen.

She pushed her shoes off and unbuckled her belt. She pulled her pants and panties off and climbed onto the bench. Maybe it would have been better to put her pants under her in case she made a mess on the upholstery but she might lose her nerve if she tried now.

Ylfa had been watching her the whole time. She pulled off her shirt and her skirt so they only thing she was wearing below the waist was the strap on and her festive socks.

Her small breasts were pale and the contrast of her areola drew Greta's eyes to them. They were almost the color of Ylfa's lips.

Greta's mouth watered.

Ylfa laughed.

Music filled the air whenever she laughed. Maybe it was just in Greta's head, though.

Ylfa got to her knees and spread Greta's legs.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Greta said.

“Just checking if she's ready yet. We want to give the toy a fair shake, right?” Ylfa was looking at Greta's pussy, not Greta's face.

Greta wasn't used to having someone look at her pussy that way. It was intimidating but the look on Ylfa's face erased most of her worries.

Ylfa opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She ran the tip of her tongue along Greta's slender labia. She looked up.

“Not quite ready yet. It's a very big toy.”

Greta nodded.

Ylfa pressed the tip of her finger inside Greta. She smile up at Greta and resumed licking. Her tongue teased and tempted but avoided Greta's pink little gumdrop.

Greta steadied herself with her hands against the cushioned surface behind her. It was almost too good to be true.

The only thing that would have made it better was if both her and Ylfa were naked. Ylfa could keep her hat and her glasses but the rest needed to go. Greta slipped her sweater, undershirt, and bra off.

Ylfa giggled. She slipped her finger as far inside Greta's pussy until her knuckles were pressing against Greta. She wiggled her finger inside and then pulled it out. She licked it like a candy cane.

“Mm, my favorite flavor.” She stood up. “I think she's ready. What do you think?”

Greta nodded. She moved her ass to the edge of the bench.

Ylfa pressed the dildo against her entrance.

Greta held her breath and waited for Ylfa.

Her coworker caught her eyes and then smiled. She put her hands on Greta's hips and pulled herself close, pressing the dildo in pretty far.

Ylfa had been right.

It was big. Not just long but thick. Even if they had just been testing, Greta appreciated that Ylfa had gotten her ready with her tongue and her finger.

Ylfa blushed as if she had seen something she hadn't expected. She gripped tight on Greta's hips and rode the dildo in her pussy.

Despite the chill in the room, Greta started to sweat. She felt lucky there were upholstered benches in the lab. She might have slid right off a cold, metal table with how slick her skin was getting and how enthusiastically Ylfa was fucking her.

Greta put her hands on Ylfa's breasts. Her small breasts barely filled her hands. Her nipples pressed hard against Greta's palms.

Ylfa chewed her lower lip.

“What?”

“Boys always make this look so easy.”

Greta giggled. She pulled her hair back from her shoulders.

“We don't have to do this on the edge, you know.”

Ylfa laughed and pulled back.

Having the dildo slip out of her pussy was a disappointment but she knew it wouldn't last long. Greta stretched out on the bench and spread her legs.

The pale elf climbed up after her. For an absurd moment, it looked like she was being pulled along by the cock that was attached to her harness.

Ylfa licked her lips and leaned down so her body was just above Greta's. She kissed Greta's cheek.

“No,” Greta laughed. “That's not ok. Your fingers and your dildo have been inside me. Kiss me right.”

“If it's to be a proper test ...” Ylfa said. Cherry blossoms appeared on her cheeks. She brushed the side of Greta's face with her slender, chilly fingers and slipped her tongue past Greta's lips.

Ylfa's lips tasted like candy but her tongue tasted like pussy.

Greta giggled and her cheeks warmed. The head of the dildo rubbed against her clit and her lips. She reached for it and stroked it, for a moment forgetting that it wasn't a part of Ylfa. The woman wouldn't feel her fingers move across its shaft.

For a moment, she thought about how hot and uncomfortable Ylfa's pussy must be, locked away in the harness while the rest of Ylfa got to have all the fun.

Greta pushed the dildo down a little so its tip was pressed inside her.

Ylfa hummed and slid it inside Greta. She put her hands on Greta's breasts and squeezed gently as she moved the dildo in slow, deliberate motions.

Greta gasped. The dildo or some part of the harness was rubbing against her clit now. Her body shuddered.

“I'm gonna make someone hear bells jingling,” Ylfa teased. She fucked Greta faster. She slipped her right thumb to Greta's clit, pushing aside whatever had been rubbing against her before.

Now it was Ylfa's soft but firm thumb working her clit.

Greta's face went from warm and sweaty to hot in the space of a minute. She couldn't last much longer.

“I want to do you from behind,” Ylfa said.

“You'll push me right off the top!”

“Maybe next time,” Ylfa laughed. Her eyes lowered to Greta's breasts. She kept moving her thumb against her clit.

“See something you like?”

“Hmm,” Ylfa nodded. “Your boobs look like peanut butter cookies kissed with a chocolate chip.”

“That does sound tasty,” Greta giggled. “But I don't like to have my parts described with food.”

“Oh, sorry,” Ylfa said. “Well, they look ... very enticing anyway.”

“I'm going to cum soon,” Greta whispered.

“I sure hope so,” Ylfa snickered. She fucked Greta faster and pressed the fat of her palm against her chubby mound.

The sensations were too much to bear any longer. Her back arched and she squeezed her eyes shut. Ylfa had made her cum and it was heavenly.

It didn't stop. Her body shook. The groaning sound in her ears was coming from her own throat.

Ylfa slid the dildo out of Greta and petted her thigh.

Greta forced her eyes open and watched Ylfa watching her. She'd never realized that Greta liked her so much.

Ylfa kissed her pussy and then sat down with one knee raised and the other leg dangling off of the bench.

A deep, happy sigh of delight filled Greta's body. It hadn't been so long but she hadn't enjoyed it nearly this much the last time.

“Did you want me to use the same toy on you?” she said.

Ylfa got to her feet and grinned.

“I don't know! I picked that one. How about you pick the one you want to use on me?” She pulled the dildo out of the harness and pushed the harness to her ankles. Her panties didn't quite make it with the harness. They were low on her hips, showing off the elf's generous blonde bush.

Ylfa caught Greta's attention and then dropped her panties to the floor.

Greta squeezed her breasts and gave her a kiss on the lips.

When she pulled back, Ylfa looked started and pleased.

Greta ran to check out the other toys. There were vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, rabbits, and wands. Floggers, and handcuffs, and gags, and batons. Cock sleeves and cock rings and leather for all. But could she choose the most perfect sex toy of all?

Her eyes lighted on just the thing. She pulled it from its stand and carefully hid it between her arm and her body.

“What? What is it?” Ylfa said.

“You'll find out. It's going to be a surprise. Hop on the bench again.”

“Someone's going on the naughty list,” Ylfa chided. She looked a little nervous as she climbed back on the red bench top. She got on her back and looked up at the ceiling.

Greta grinned. She ran around the table and got on the bench beside Ylfa. She let the toy down behind her back in easy reach. She leaned over Ylfa and kissed her lips.

Ylfa returned the kiss and put her left hand on Greta's waist.

Greta kissed the elf's right ear. She licked and nibbled almost to the point.

“I thought,” her friend gasped. “You were going to pick a toy.”

“I have to get you ready,” she whispered in Ylfa's ear.

Ylfa whined but nodded. She closed her eyes and let her body flex as Greta teased and caressed it all the way down to the most precious treasure hidden in her golden bush.

Greta's fingers cleared a path. They danced a careful dance between her lilies and her fields. Greta found Ylfa's hood with her fingers and teased it gently.

There was a sharp inhalation like a branch cracking in the snow. The tiniest whimper escaped Ylfa's lips.

Greta smiled. She reached behind her back and grabbed the toy. She turned it on. It made a curious noise, almost like a vibrator but made a little echoing noise. She lined its hole up with Ylfa's clit.

The toy sucked and lifted her little pink clit and grew quiet.

Ylfa's top half raised in shock but she quickly fell back down again. She let Greta keep working.

The quiet was unnerving but Ylfa's body twitched and twisted as the toy worked its magic. Soon, the silence was filled with sounds of Ylfa panting and groaning.

Greta wished she had photographic memory so she could remember this moment forever. She had never seen anything so beautiful as her she elf friend writhing, naked, in pleasure.

“Stop!” Ylfa yelped.

Greta pulled the toy back. It resumed making noise. She cut it off.

Ylfa rolled back and forth with the muscles in her torso contracting and releasing under her skin. Her body quieted down and she sat up suddenly.

“That was ... amazing!” she breathed.

Greta smiled.

“Never surprise me like that again, though,” Ylfa said.

Greta nodded. It seemed like Ylfa was ready to make this a regular thing too. She put the toy beside her and rested her head on Ylfa's chest.

She might have fallen asleep like that if they hadn't been interrupted.

The door creaked open and closed again quickly. It was Old Nick. He had his arm over his eyes.

“Don't mean to pry. Who's in here?”

Greta squelched. She sat up and threw one arm across her breasts and put the other hand on her pussy. Was she about to be fired? Tossed out on her elfin ass just hours before the big day?

“It's just me and Gretty, Nick,” said Ylfa.

Nick gave his characteristic hearty chuckle.

“Would you ladies like a third?”

“We're not fired?” Greta blurted out.

“Of course not,” Nick boomed. “Maybe I'll give you a few minutes to calm down. Cocoa's the thing.”

Nick turned around and walked out the door.

“Whoa,” Greta said.

“What do you think?”

“About what?”

“Riding the old elf's hobby horse,” she giggled. “If you don't want it, I'll take it and you can ride his mouth. Or he can take me from behind while I show you how long my tongue is.” Her joy was palpable.

“Ylfa,” Greta gave her a look. “When was the last time you took your elf control?”

“Whoops,” Ylfa grew pink. “I could take the no-elf-after-all pill.”

“No,” Greta shook her head. “All the elf-pharmacies will be closed tomorrow. I'll ride the old guy's bell ringer and you let him play your harmonica.”

Ylfa nodded.

The old elf came in a few minutes later. He had three mugs of cocoa in his hands and already had his shirt off. His fluffy white beard wasn't quite long enough to hide his chest. He was nearly as old and almost as wise as Holly. That meant he was rather tall for an elf and rather large too.

Greta didn't know if that meant his dick was going to be huge or not but she was curious to know. She happily took the offered mug and sipped on the cocoa. There was a hint of peppermint in it.

“You didn't tip some licker in here, did you Nick?” Ylfa said.

“No,” Nick chortled. “My workshop's a dry zone until New Years at least. A buzzed elf is an injured elf, I always say. The misses drops peppermints in them around this time of year.”

So Holly did know they were about to ride Old Nick.

“So, Mr. —” Greta started.

“No, no, no,” he waved his free hand. “You've been here almost a year. Call me Nick.”

“Ok, Nick. Me and Ylfa talked it over. We do want to ride you.”

“Greta!” Ylfa's eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Ha ha ha ha,” Old Nick laughed and set his mug on the metal table. “Don't you worry, Ylfa. I'm not offended. How shall we begin?” There was a twinkle in his eye.

Greta put her cocoa down beside his and unbuttoned Nick's pants. She pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them.

His cock was soft but a little long for all that. He had a pleasant white bush only a little darker than his beard that only showed off hints of his balls. He pulled off his red jacket and the shirt underneath that.

“On the bench, Nick,” Greta said after drooling over Nick's cock for perhaps a little too long.

Nick laughed and got on the bench. He propped his head up on his hands behind his head and watched.

Greta blushed as she remembered she was still naked. Were there any parts of her body that he favored? She climbed up on the bench between his legs and started stroking his cock.

“Nick, did you want to play with my tits?” Ylfa said.

Nick gave a hearty laugh and pulled one hand out from behind his head. He fondled Ylfa's left breast.

“It's looks like that's not quite where you want my fingers, dear,” he gave her a dirty look.

“Oh, no,” she waggled her finger at him. “We have a plan.”

“We can improvise,” Greta said.

Ylfa stepped close and presented Nick with her hairy pussy.

The older elf smiled and slipped a finger between Ylfa's legs.

She gave a little jump.

“Oh, I'm sorry, Ylfa. My fingers must be cold.”

“It's ok, Nick,” she blushed. “I'm sure they'll warm up soon.”

He gave a hearty chuckle.

Greta took the old elf's cock in her mouth. It was almost hard now but she had wanted to taste it at least once before she put it in her.

Nick looked back and forth between Ylfa and Greta with an almost innocent lust in his eyes. His big beard hid his face a little but his cheeks were almost as red as his cock had been before she started sucking on it.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and sucked it. It was too long to fit the whole thing in her mouth but she let it touch the back of her throat a little.

“Gretty,” Ylfa whispered. “Are you forgetting the plan?”

Greta shook her head. She sat up and walked her knees forward until his cock pressed against her. She smiled and lifted her butt.

Nick grabbed his cock and helped point it in the right direction.

She slowly lowered herself until it was as far in as it would go.

He still had a little extra to spare. It wasn't as big as the toy Ylfa had chosen to use on her but it was warm and alive and every bit of it was sending pleasing signals to Old Nick's brain.

Greta looked up at him and smiled.

“Can I touch you, dear?”

She nodded.

He reached for her tummy first. She had a very little one. He seemed to like it.

Greta steadied herself, placing her hands on his sides. She began to ride him.

He still rubbed Ylfa's pussy but Ylfa seemed distracted.

“Ylfa,” Greta said.

“Uh huh,” she whispered.

“Are you ready for your part?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Nick, Ylfa is going to ride your face now.”

He let out a hearty chuckle and nodded. He pulled his fingers away from her pussy and pulled her closer to him.

Ylfa climbed on top of the bench and then lifted her right leg over Nick's face. She adjusted her placement and plopped her hands on the end of the bench. That tilted her upper body forward and gave Greta a nice look at her ass.

In the warm light of the lab, it was hard to tell where Nick's beard ended and Ylfa's bush began. Every time Ylfa moved, Greta watched the muscles in her butt flex. It was a fascinating and arousing view.

Nick reached for Greta's breasts.

She leaned forward so he could get them. Then she started to ride in earnest. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been on top with a he elf.

His hand was soft but his grasp was firm. His dick felt like it had thickened inside her. Not hard but plump and filling.

Greta rested her hands on Ylfa's calves and let almost the full length of Nick move in and out of her. Arousal leaked out of her like juice.

In front of her, Ylfa's movements had reached an almost urgent pace.

Greta grinned at the thought of her friend's juices permeating the old elf's beard. She felt something inside her. She couldn't last much longer but she didn't want to give this up yet.

She tried to hold on.

Nick let her breast go and felt for her clit.

“Nick!” she gasped.

“I know, Greta. We're waiting on you!”

She nodded, knowing that neither Nick nor Ylfa would be able to see her.

Nick's jolly belly jiggled and his dick jerked inside her.

His finger made her cum.

Her pussy squeezed hard against him.

Ylfa squealed and raised her butt high. A sticky strand of her arousal left a trail down to the old elf's beard.

Greta gasped a sigh of relief as pleasure filled every inch of her.

Nick's cock still struggled inside her.

She giggled. It was like the old thing had a mind of its own and was very happy indeed. She rested her head on Nick's chest.

Ylfa turned around and set her butt down beside Nick and her head the other side of Nick's chest. She had a sinful grin on her face. She kissed Greta's nose.

“How's that for a holiday party?” Greta said with a smile.

“Party?” Nick's whole body shook with laughter. “The party's not for a few more hours yet!” He squeezed Greta's ass cheek.

Greta slipped Nick's cock out of her pussy and settled down beside him.

It wasn't quite hard any more and some of the cream filling was leaking out the end.

Ylfa laughed and bent down. She cleaned up Nick with her mouth.

“Careful, girl. Little Nick's not ready for round two.”

“Little Nick,” Ylfa snorted. “He's pretty big for the nickname little.”

“You might think so. You should ask Edgar to see his sometime,” Nick smiled. “Now, let's get you girls cleaned up so we can start the party properly!”

It would be unfair to tell you what was in the elf stockings the morning of the twenty-fifth but it can be said it was a very jolly holiday.

🧑🏻‍🎄✨The End✨❄️🧝🏿‍♀️🧝🏻‍♀️

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