The First One

"Mmm," she moaned.

"Fuck me," she whispered. Old religious Simone would not have dreamed of saying something like that to her husband. She did not have the words then to express her needs. They had both been virgins.

She slipped her other hand between her legs and swirled her middle finger around her precious nub. She applied just enough pressure. She was getting good at this. It would have been considered a sin before. Now she felt stupid having denied her own pleasure. The vibrator hummed softly, slipping in and out of her a little more urgently.

She felt it coming, that wave of pleasure, building up as her finger now pressed on her clit and worked its magic. When she came, she let out a deep breath of relief. It felt so good. Her clit pulsated as she held the vibrator still inside of her. It always felt amazing right at the peak, before she actually came. But, after she came the feeling only lasted for a brief while. Then she felt even lonelier. Her body ached to be touched, not just her pussy. She wanted to be held. Masturbating was never enough and the fantasy too short. What she needed was a man.

***

"It really does look pitiful, but he loved it," Simone was telling Frances.

"You have to let me see it," Francis laughed.

Simone pretended that she did not hear that and started talking about the rest of their evening, well at least a part of it. She described the movie they watched. Just then, as if on cue, Gary just happened to be passing by and supplied the name since Simone could not remember it.

The memory of the other night flooded her mind, causing her to feel suddenly warm. The feel of his beautiful cock between her lips, in her hand, spilling into her throat made her heart beat a little faster. She also remembered the taste. How could she remember the taste of something that was not real? But, she did remember everything quite too clearly. The memories alone made her body react, her nipples ache, pussy wet. Her lips parted and she ran her tongue along the inner rim of the upper one.

Gary did not miss a thing. He could see the extension of her nipples protruding through the bra and cover of the thin blouse she wore. He had never noticed that before. He wondered how they would feel in his mouth and thought of how damned sexy she was. The crazy part was that she did not even know it.

Gary was always looking for ways to start conversations with Simone, without looking or sounding too desperate. He was tall, dark haired with the kindest hazel eyes. A transfer from the main office, brought in to do some restructuring.

Frances had been his assistant for a short while, struggling between her regular boss and him. She had been so happy when he was finally given his own secretary. But she was glad he came by for little visits, Francis missed him.

Gary had insisted on taking the two women to lunch several times. On Secretarial Day, he bought them roses, even though they did not directly work for him. It raised a few eyes. He often bought them Lattes since Simone had mentioned a preference for them after a really bad cup of what the office had to offer. Although he included Frances, it was obvious that Simone was his focus. He had asked her out twice, but she had politely declined claiming plans with her son. She seemed to avoid him for a while. At first he was deterred, but not for long. Despite the attention from other women in pursuit, he wanted only one—Simone. He was not opposed to an occasional fuck, but even that did not seem worth the trouble. He tried to keep conversations with Simone casual, depressing his feelings, but always remained hopeful.

Frances smiled. Gary was all business when it called for it. He could even be a little intimidating. However, Francis had discovered that he was basically quite kind with a generous, calm nature. He was in his early thirties, had never been married before and had no kids. Francis knew that he liked kids. Gary had bought his little brother, from the Big Brothers and Sisters volunteer program, by the office once. As far as Francis was concerned, the two would make a handsome couple. Gary had actually made better progress than any of the others that had made a play for Simone's attention. Simone did not just smile politely at him and sometimes she would even laugh.

Frances went down her list: sexy as hell, unmarried, likes children and he has a J-O-B. To add to that, Frances had caught him getting hard just watching Simone walk away. From the look of it, he was obviously blessed. I'd fuck him, Frances thought as if that could ever be a reality. Gary and Simone were perfect for each other. Frances had to do something about that. A hard dick was not something she believed should to be wasted.

***

Frances proved to be quite the little busy body. On the Saturday before Christmas, she just decided to pop up at Simone's door with a large elaborately wrapped box in hand. Simone was not only surprised but a little taken aback.

"Frances," she stepped out and closed the door behind her, "you should have called."

"I was out this way," Frances laughed nervously, "and I wanted to bring a gift by for KJ."

At that moment, KJ opened the door looking for his mother.

"KJ," Frances was so relieved, "I have this big old gift to put under your tree."

"For me!" KJ eyes stretched wide.

"It's from Santa," Frances announced.

That comment brought KJ back to reality quick. "There is no Santa."

"You know you're right," Frances laughed, embarrassed. "It's from me."

"For under the tree?"

"Yep." Frances looked up at Simone with a pleading look in her eyes.

After a moment that seemed like a forever, Simone stepped aside to let her in. They had decided to leave the tree in the center of the floor, in front of the couch.

"Oh KJ," she placed the package on the bare floor next to four other smaller wrapped packages, "you did a wonderful job."

"Mommy and I did it."

"It's beautiful."

Simone rolled her eyes and the two women laughed. She was a little embarrassed by the bareness of her apartment. They never had any company. KJ's room was the only one fully furnished and decorated. That had been important to Simone for KJ's sake. She knew how it must appear in Frances' eyes. Frances had a beautiful home that was quite picturesque.

Frances did not seem to notice, continuing to talk with KJ as she sat on the couch. When she looked up at Simone, she simply smiled. Simone felt uncomfortable and did not know quite what to do. It took a moment for her general manners to kick in.

"Coffee," she blurted out. "Would you like some coffee Frances?"

"Yes, I would like that." Once again, Frances was relieved.

Simone fumbled in the kitchen, but finally managed to get the coffee brewing. She knew how Frances liked it, lots of cream and lots of sugar. She had some biscotti in a Ziploc bag that she saved for those special moments when she needed a treat. So, she tried to arrange one on a makeshift saucer neatly and brought the coffee out to Frances with a napkin.

To Simone's dismay, Frances had already told KJ that she wanted to take him to the ice skating rink. KJ was already excited in expectation when he told his mother. Simone glared at Frances. How dare she? All Simone could think about is how they did not have money for that.

"Please?" Frances said, knowing she had overstepped her place but also knowing that hooking KJ was the surest path to getting her way. "It's my treat. My kids used to love going there. I love it and I'll look a little strange out there all by myself."

Simone sighed.

When they arrived, Frances was on a roll. She made it impossible for Simone to say no to a Santa visit set up beside the rink. KJ was incapable of standing still as they waited in line. There were teenage girls dressed as elves giving out candy canes. KJ quickly made friends with a little girl in front of him, which surprised Simone. Frances had a word with Santa before KJ climbed in his lap. Santa gave KJ a little souvenir and asked him what he wanted for Christmas. At first, KJ just said something about a super hero figure. Santa asked him what else he wanted. KJ was hesitant. Then he was thoughtful. He named something else. Santa was not satisfied. He asked him for some more ideas. KJ's requests became more and more creative. Simone felt a tinge of guilt. Only one item that he mentioned was actually under the tree. It was a simple train. When KJ finally climbed down, he ran to his mother with his Santa picture in hand, almost knocking her down with enthusiasm. He gave her the biggest hug.

He reached over and hugged Frances. "Group hug," he announced.

The skating rink was crowded and it was cold. The sky was a little grey but music and laughter was in the air. Frances took a guess at Simone's shoe size and rented her skates as well. It had been forever since Simone had skated. KJ had been really little the last time they had come and she had just skated with him in her arms. KJ was extremely uncoordinated. He seemed to have as much fun on his bottom as he did on the skates.

When Simone saw Gary with his little brother, she just looked at Frances, who was sticking closely to the rail, and simply shook her head. Images flooded her mind again, causing her clit to tingle. Sex was something she was starting to miss more and more. Gary had become her fantasy, who she thought of as her toy vibrated, pumping in and out of her. He's who she always thought of when she touched herself, when she palmed her full breasts. She was doing that more and more lately. And, here he was all smiles in a knitted cap, a jacket and jeans. He looked younger in everyday clothes. He almost toppled Simone over, unable to stop himself completely when he approached.

"I'm not very good at this," he exclaimed.

Simone laughed, embarrassed. He was close—too close. One of his legs was between hers and she could feel his strong thigh against her lower region. She could smell his scent and feel the warmth of his breath. It made her not want him to let her go. Her lips parted once again and she felt like she suddenly was having problems inhaling enough air.

Gary looked at her as if he could read her mind. The two of them just hung on to each other for moment.

"I hope you don't mind, but Frances told me about your plans today and invited me along," he finally explained.

"Uh-huh," was all she could manage. Embarrassment flooded Simone's face.

"She made it quite hard to resist." He said. "As if I could resist you."

Simone didn't know what to say. Gary, however, knew that something was happening here. It was something good, something that could change his life. But, he needed to take his time. He took her hand and placed his other on her waist; his body encouraged her to skate with him.

He smiled as they glided away. She had not refused him. She had not broken away from his touch or flinched.

Although Gary's little brother was a little older than KJ, the two kids hit it off immediately. Neither one of them was any good on the ice and refused help. As the day progressed, they did not get any better. It started to get colder, so it was a mutual decision to call it quits. Even the hot chocolate was little relief. Gary insisted that they let him treat everyone to dinner. He used the same exact tactic that Frances used. The children made it impossible to say no. Frances waited till after Simone agreed and they were about to enter the eatery, to suddenly announce that she had to leave. She had plans with a relative and if she did not show up there would be hell to pay. Once again, Simone could not do anything but shake her head. Gary happily agreed to make sure Simone and KJ were delivered home safely.

"You're not slick," Simone whispered to Frances.

"Oh honey," Frances said with a wave of her hand, "you have no idea."

Later, while the boys were animatedly entertaining one another, Gary reached over and took her hand again. There was something about him that made Simone feel...comfortable.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this moment." He said. Then he looked over at the boys and laughed. "It's not exactly how I planned."

Simone just smiled. Her cheeks were starting to hurt; she had smiled so much today. She could not remember feeling so relaxed.

When they left the warmth of the little bistro it was getting dark. The Christmas lights were spectacular. In the square there were arches of lights and displays that moved. The boys gravitated to it. The couple followed along. Gary warned them not to stray too far.

"I'd like to see you again," he whispered in her ear, standing behind her as they watched the boys. Gary had bought them sparklers from one of the street venders. "And, again and again. Just the two of us, adult style."

"I..." She hesitated. Simone was not sure if she was ready to date. Her experience with her husband had just been so devastating. She had given the best she had to that man and she was not enough. He treated her like she had no value. Was there anything left? Could she ever take that chance again?

"Please don't say no. I don't know what your story is, but I care. We can take it real slow, you and I. I'm a patient man. I want you to get to know me and I get to know you, earn your trust. I want to get to know KJ and earn his too. That's all I'm asking for."

She felt butterflies in her stomach and strange all over. KJ turned and waved at her. He was so happy. Then suddenly, the snow they had been expecting all day started to fall. She looked up at the sky and all the lights around her. Her eyes started water just a little. It made the lights start to dance. She laughed when she noticed the song that was being sung by a group of carolers nearby.

"The first noel..."

This was way too surreal.

As they entered her part of town, Simone tried not to fret about what Gary must be thinking. He glanced over at her a few times and smiled. He held her hand. She missed it when he had to let go. When they pulled up in front of her apartment. He looked around. Both of the boys were sleep. The couple just looked at one another for a while. Gary kissed the back of her hand.

Outside of the SUV, Gary gathered the passed out KJ from the back seat.

"He's heavy," he laughed.

He could not just leave his little brother in the car and Simone definitely did not want him to.

So, she reached out for her son.

"Can you manage?"

"Of course."

"Damn, she was pretty," he thought.

Simone flashed him that smile and turned to go. She liked the way he looked at her.

He liked the way her ass looked below that jacket as she walked away.

"First Christmas," Gary called after her as she made her way to her apartment.

Simone turned and laughed.

"Yep."

"Hey," he laughed, "and it's a white one. It snowed just for you."

Simone looked around her and laughed again, sore cheeks and all. The complex looked kind of nice, everything was starting to disappear under a blanket of white.

After putting KJ to bed, without turning on the overhead lights or the TV, she turned on the strand of lights they had bought for the tree. It made the tree look a little better, a little. She sat on the warn couch and hummed the song from the square as she played with herself and thought how she would have loved to have kissed Gary.

***

On Christmas Eve, Frances did call first. "I hope you have yourself together because Gary and I are coming over," she declared and quickly hung up.

KJ clapped when she told him why she was quickly changing out of the sweats she had on.

When they finally knocked at the door, Simone was unprepared for what stood in front of her. Gary had a huge live tree that he seemed to be struggling with. Frances had her hands full as well.

"Look," she began to explain. "My daughter is spending Christmas with her father and his heifer. Gary's family lives all the way in Wisconsin. We need you."

Gary laughed.

Simone released her pride and relieved Frances of some of the bags. Gary tried to get the tree in without knocking over the one already there.

"I have two trees," KJ cried out.

"And lots of presents too," Frances told him.

It took several trips to Gary's SUV before he finally had everything in the apartment. KJ was a little disappointed that Gary had not brought his little brother, but it was easily forgotten. Frances and he made a gingerbread house out of a kit she had brought. Frances had thought of everything, even her edited version of eggnog.

"This is for later," she teased, holding it up.

Gary and Simone set up the new tree and took out the decorations, laughing and flirting playfully. Simone's visitors had bought everything from the star that went on top to the beautiful skirt that went at the bottom. The decorations were beautiful. The tree was full and lush, filling the corner section of the room. Simone loved the smell of it. They moved the other tree to the other corner. KJ was not offended at all. He loved them both. There were presents from Gary and presents from Frances. Simone had a funny feeling that they contained everything AJ had asked Santa for. They spilled out from under the tree and left KJ starry eyed.

Frances took plenty of pictures as she told everyone to pose for KJ's first Christmas. She insisted that

Simone open her gift. It was a lush house coat with matching bunny slippers. It had Simone's name embroidered on it. Simone felt so bad that she had not bought Frances anything. Frances assured her that it did not matter at all, being with Simone and KJ had made her holiday special. She made a toast before she left.

"To new beginnings and future Christmas' that will just get better and better every year."

Simone could not imagine it being any better.

After KJ finally fell asleep, Gary carried him to the bed. Simone tucked him in.

"There might be a Santa Claus," KJ mumbled half asleep.

The couple laughed. They were standing beside his bed looking in to each other's eyes. When Gary moved closer, Simone did not move away. When his lips paused before brushing against hers, she closed her eyes. When she wrapped her arms around Gary's neck, he kissed her fully. They both were smiling from ear to ear as they held hands and made their way to the living room.

The light from both of the trees was a bit much, so they chose to keep the larger one on. It truly was lovely. The light casted shadows on the walls perfectly. Gary had a small wrapped gift for her to open.

"Gary," she sighed.

"Actually," he teased. "I wanted to give you your first Christmas present, but Frances refused to leave until you opened hers."

Simone opened it slowly.

It was a rather expensive charm bracelet with four charms. One was a Christmas present, the second one said best mom and the third said girlfriends."

"Frances helped me pick that one out, as you probably guessed," he supplied as she fingered the third one.

The last one was an intricately designed gold heart.

"That's mine," he said with unusual shyness.

Simone looked at it, let her fingers feel the design. Then without even thinking, she brought her hand up to his face to touch him lightly. She had never initiated a kiss in her life, but she kissed him.

"Thank you," she whispered into his lips before kissing him again. If she had to explain what came over her, she would not have been able to. All she knew was that she did not want to spend another night masturbating on the couch, wishing she had someone to touch her body.

Gary did not need much convincing. He cupped the back of her head pulling her into the kiss more, letting his tongue explore what access she was surrendering. It felt so good, as he guided her to lie back on the couch. He had wanted it so badly, to be pressed against her like this. His body fit perfectly between her opened legs. He kissed her lips, the sides of her lips, her chin and her neck. She threw her head back to give him easier access.