This is not an audio script, but a dirty story I wrote in 2005 it

Christmas Elf


I love Christmas. It’s the rest of the year that I hate.  I’m Ernest Dore State Employee number 43569873. I work in a stupid parking office in a stupid city in a stupid state, eight hours a day, five days a week. I’ve been doing it since I got out of college and it’s always the same. Day in and day out,  I listen to angry denials, lame excuses, and pathetic irresponsibility and take money from bitter, harassed people (but only if they’ve done the paperwork correctly and brought the right kind of currency).

 I’ve become, at 33, the completely average dull bureaucrat. I’m an average guy, of average build, of average size and below average luck with women. Drawing on my psych courses I took in college when I thought I wanted to be a social worker, I believe it’s because I’m an orphan who grew up in a series of rough and ready foster homes, so I lack in some social skills.  I don’t really have friends outside of work and eleven months out of the year, I don’t really like people much.
 
Then December comes and in a frenzy, like some kind of sociopath, I decorate. I hang lights, get a tree, and string any mail I get on fishing line across my living room. I buy myself little presents and have them wrapped so I can put them under my tree. I put candles in the windows and play Christmas music and I hum. I hum a lot.  I hum ‘Jingle Bells’ in the shower. I hum ‘Silent Night’ in line at the takeout, I hum ‘ Oh Come All ye Faithful’ in the laundry room downstairs.  I love everybody and everything, dogs don’t bite, food tastes better, and people actually smile when they see me. Everything I try works out, the office coffeemaker produces the best coffee and I even get laid sometimes.  For that month, I am on top of the world. My happiness and excitement builds all month, reaching its crescendo on Christmas Eve.  I stay up all night, finding the channel that keeps updating where NORAD says Santa is supposed to be, and overdose on holiday movies. I sleep most of Christmas Day and it’s the best sleep ever. The week until New Year’s is the most fantastic relaxation, even if I have to work some of it.  

Then New Years day comes, and I wake up with a backache, hating my job, hating music, hating my apartment, planet, and all who sail in her.  I take all the lights and decorations down, throw out the tree and go back to my stupid life.

I’ve been like that ever since I can remember. Growing up, no matter what kind of shithole I got sent to, for the month of December, it was a castle, filled with the best, most interesting people and bad things just didn’t happen. You’d think I’d just kill myself once January started up again, and don’t think I haven’t considered it. But the thought of missing a December always stops me.

But things got weird this year. This December was different in a lot of ways. I did my usual things, but I did them bigger.  I hung more lights, put out more candles, and got a tree so big the top curved against my ceiling.  I practically had to wear sunglasses in the living room, I had so many lights. A few times I caught myself wrapping my groceries and putting them under the tree instead of putting them away.  It was like Christmas was coming faster this year. Then I started having the dreams and things got weirder.

It’s always the same girl. She has soft blue eyes, pearly white skin, and gentle yielding lips. She has silky brown hair down to her thin waist. She’s foreign, and exotic and I don’t always understand what she says but she looks at me with such devotion that I know she loves me. We are rolling around in a big bed under Christmas lights. Her eyes dance with laughter as I kiss my way down her small body past her tiny breasts and down to her tiny hairless pussy…

I’ve had dreams before, good dreams. It’s not like I’ve never been with a woman before either.  Like I said there’ve even been some Decembers when I’ve managed to get laid, but I’ve never had a whole series of dreams about a stranger.   I’ve never been with someone like this or even been attracted to someone like this.. Someone so…young. The girl in my dreams is about 13 or 14 years old!

I started to wonder if maybe I wasn’t going nuts. Was this some kind of early mid-life crisis? Was I becoming some kind of pervert? At lunchtime I would wander the building trying to scope out women to gauge my reaction.  At first, I was responding to all the things I usually responded to but as December progressed and the dreams continued, the only girls that would even stir me were the really young prostitutes and shoplifters in the holding area at the cop station on the ground floor.  I still felt great and I even got a little nookie at our Christmas party but I couldn’t get this little girl out of my thoughts.  I tried to relax for the week after, but every time I closed my eyes or stopped focusing on something, she swum into my brain.  I figured it was an effect that would end when December did and I went to bed on New Years Eve, thinking this would be the last night I spent with her.  But when I woke up on New Years day, December didn’t seem to have ended. I was still smiling and happy and I still loved my Christmas tree. I kept catching myself humming. I had dreamed of her the previous night, but it hadn’t been erotic. It was just her face.  

By the time, January 3rd rolled around I figured I was cured of both manic depression and sexual deviation.  I deliberately walked in through the Police Annex and went by the holding area. There was one there that day who didn’t look any older than 14, in a tight purple outfit that showed the outline of her little breasts clearly. She smiled at me and I got immediately erect and had to dive into a men’s room to adjust the tent pole I was suddenly carrying in my pants. I stalked back to my counter in a foul mood with a bulge tucked uncomfortably in my khakis. I figured I really must be going crazy. Here it was the beginning of January, after all and I hadn’t taken a single decoration down.

I bent down and did paperwork to take my mind off it, till Evelyn tapped me on the shoulder and told me it was my turn to take doing customers.

“And I think you have one right now.”  She told me.

I nodded and got up. A customer was just what I needed.

I was wrong and I was right.

I looked over at the counter and it was her I moved to the counter like I was pulled. Up close, it was her, sort of. I’d only ever seen her naked. Dressed, she was a punky looking thing, in a short green skirt, black tights and black boots. She had a tight silky red shirt under her red jacket. Her hair was shorter than I had been dreaming it, but it was her face. The skin was pale and so light as to seem translucent. Her eyes were dark blue-black and had a bit of a slant as if there was some Asia in her mix. Her face seemed pointed, angular. She was smiling at me with wide smile on that sexy mouth and she had to be about 15 years old.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

I tried to slow my breathing and keep my well-trained bureaucratic stone face.  Inside, my mind seemed to be arguing with itself. It’s her!  It’s just some weird kind of deja-vu. I ached to touch her. Touching a little girl would be bad.  I’d be so happy. I’d be a child molester.  I’d  lose my job, go to jail, get raped in jail, and get AID’s… No way. There was no clear winner and I mouthed the words I’d said a million times in indifference, actually meaning it.  

”Can I.help you?” I asked smiling.

She stood there for a moment, still as a statue and looked at me. Then she whispered something I couldn’t quite hear.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

“It’s…I’m Dora.” She said in a voice she seemed to be having some trouble controlling.

“I’m Ernie, um, What can I do to you?” I replied. Why was I smiling? Why did I tell her my name? Did I say ‘to’?

“Ernie.” She said considering it.  “I need to talk to you.” Then she said something in another language.

“So, talk.” I said “I mean…Please.” and caught myself smiling again.

She looked straight at me, and then looked down and up again, frowning. Something inside me didn’t’ want her frowning. I tried to subdue it.   

“You-you really don’t remember me?”  She said softly.

Something in my eyes must’ve given it away. She smiled again when she saw it and it felt like a little December, but then I got ashamed and angry.  Could she read my mind? She kept talking, half to herself.

“I suppose… I was just a girl then and you were….” Then she began speaking in some other language and it was strange because I could still sort of understand her. Something about a river flowing through me and a baby.  But whatever she was saying just made her sound crazy. Maybe if she was crazy, no one would believe the story if we went off and…I mean, if she wanted to…I shook my head. What was going on with me?  I couldn’t think straight and I had no control over my body.  Public buildings like ours attract all sorts of crazies.  Get rid of her!

People were lining up behind the yellow rope, which seemed like a good escape from danger.   

“Look, Dora, I’m working now and if you don’t have a parking ticket or something to pay then I should really help these other people.” I said it to get rid of her, and it made me really sad to do it.  

“I see.” She said. “Can I talk to you after work?” She smiled so cutely and I couldn’t believe that she wanted me.  I nearly gasped.  I tried hard not to check out the line of her legs. God, was she lovely! I knew exactly what those thighs looked like underneath those tights and I just wanted to get my hands on her.   I knew I could make her so happy.

 “Sure.” I said eagerly. “I’m done at 4:30!” What the fuck was wrong with me?

“I will be here at 4:30.” She smiled. “I won’t fail you.”  She backed away from the counter as if she couldn’t bear to turn away, then I watched her skirt bounce as she left and it was very depressing.

I took a breath and went back to work. I had no trouble being rude to anyone else.  I wanted them out and gone and the day to be over. Eventually the line died down and Evelyn asked me about her.

“What is up with you and that girl?” Evelyn poked me in the arm with one stout finger. “She your long-lost daughter or something.”

“I dunno.” I said, wishing for an antacid. “She says she was my babysitter.”

“Baby sister, you mean.” She corrected me. “Was she in the system with you?”

“Yeah, maybe.” I shrugged. Actually Dora HAD said baby-sitter. But maybe I was getting the language wrong. What Evelyn had said made sense. Maybe I’d seen her or some relative, an older sister or something in one of my houses back in the day. The idea of there maybe being someone a little older who looked like her was comforting.  


I found myself getting anxious as quitting time approached. Wondering if I had dreamed it all, but she was there waiting, looking just as cute. Seeing her did something to me and I practically ran to greet her.  My impression of her was so confused I really wasn’t sure how old she was. She was so much in my thoughts for someone so small.  We said hello in a thick atmosphere of unspoken emotion, and decided on a walk together.

We left the building and out into the cold January air.  She was good to walk with, not a faller behind or a bumper into. We took the long way through the park because it looked so much better than it had this morning.  I figured we’d find a place to sit down and have some coffee or something.  Apparently neither one of us really knew what to say. I waited her out. I wanted more of a clue as to what she wanted with me. I was on the fence about whether touching her would be a good idea, but it felt good just to walk with her, so I waited. Her first question surprised me.

“How did you get your name?” She asked.

“My smile.” I told her   Earline Forte had been my social worker forever and mine was one of the stories she always told.  I could reel it off really smoothly by now.  “Christmas day 1971, she was on call and she left her family opening presents to come out to the hospital.  The cops had found a toddler, me, on the roof of some building and it was a miracle because I’d been sitting in the snow for who knew how long and I wasn’t injured at all. Neighbors heard me crying and called them. I guess my parents were from somewhere else because they said I only knew one word of English that I kept saying over and over.”

“I don’t understand.” She said a bit absently. “What does this have to do with your smile?”

“Oh, she said it was the most sincere smile she’d ever seen on an infant and since I was healthy and nothing else was open she signed me out and took me to her place. She said it was my smile that convinced her. Her Mother said it was an earnest smile, so she called me named me Ernest Dore. She says I was the most well-behaved two year old they’d ever seen.”

“Why Dore” She said softly.

“That was the only English word I knew. Door. I kept pointing to them and saying it. It was either that or Doe. They just added an ‘R’.

She was very quiet for awhile as we walked and I heard her sniffle a bit. I got concerned.

“Dora?” I said, touching her arm. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, it’s just…I haven’t slept or had anything to eat for a while.”

We stopped and I faced her. “Dora, are you homeless or something?”

She looked up at me shyly with tears in her eyes. “No, I’m just a long way from home.”

I looked around.  There was a diner up ahead. I took her arm and pulled her along.

“Come on.”

“No Ef-Ernest, I can’t go just anywhere!’

I kept on going, pulling her along. “This is a good place.” I said.  “They do Kosher, vegetarian, whatever you need.”  

We got to the door and stopped. I looked back and her expression stunned me.  She was terrified. She was looking frantically in the windows for something and pulling back with nearly all her weight. I suddenly felt stupid.

“Dora.” I said carefully. “What is it?”  Was she some kind of phobic?  “Come on! Food, warmth….” I opened the door and let the scent of food spill out.

She said something very fast in the language I half-understood and I let her go.

“What!” I said. “I can’t understand you.”  

“I can’t go anywhere there aren’t Christmas lights!” She yelled, and then looked embarrassed. “It’s not December anymore.” She said more quietly.

I let the door close and moved closer to her. She was trembling.  I put my arm around her and heard her teeth chattering. I had to get her inside somewhere!  

“I’ve got lights up at my place.” I said. “It’s just around the corner.”   

“Your place should be fine.” She said gratefully and we moved off.  She stumbled more now, and I hugged her close to me and half-carried her to my apartment building. I did carry her inside and lay her on my couch. She had passed out.  I lit a small fire in my fireplace even thought the apartment was too hot, as usual and went to the kitchen to boil some water and heat up some soup. I got that all going and went back to the living room to open a window and check on her.

She was curled on the couch and she looked so peaceful and beautiful. Her mouth was open just a little bit as she slept and her shirt had ridden up, exposing her belly which was flat, cute and un-pierced. I sat back in my chair and just watched her. She shifted a bit and stretched out those incredibly fit and sexy legs in her tights.  I was just about to reach over and run my hands over them when the pot on the stove started to whistle. I came to my senses, made some tea and laid a blanket over her.

I think an hour went by, maybe two. I kept thinking about things to do, but none of them seemed more interesting or important than just sitting her with her. It was the December feeling but at a different intensity. Something she had said on the street came back to me. It was like my brain was slow-decoding her language.  She had called me Efram and she had called herself Elofelish. I had words but I wasn’t sure what they meant or what “The river of being” was.  

I saw her stirring and got a bowl of soup ready. She woke up curious but smiling and thanked me softly. I gave her the soup and watched her finish two bowls.  I took the dishes to the kitchen while she went into the bathroom and when I came back she was neatly folding the blanket.  I sat down in my chair as she arranged herself prettily on the couch with her tea. I felt a little heartsick because part of me thought she was an escaped mental patient.

“I like the home you have made here.” She said. “I feel peace here.”

“Yeah, I do this every December.” I said and explained about that. She took it strangely; as if it confirmed something.

“It’s perfect meld of the inside and the outside.” She pronounced, indicating the fire and the lights. “The ancient and the new.”

I had entertained the same thought before, but not in those words. Was she a Wiccan or…?

“You have good lights here.” She said. It was like she was making small talk while she decided something.

“Dora, what’s…does Elofelish mean Elf? I asked doubtfully.

 “We don’t really call ourselves that. It’s mildly offending. To us we’re just us.”

Wacko. “And you need Christmas lights to be comfortable, except in December.”

She nodded and sipped, looking at me over the rim of her cup.

“We need the lights, or the open air in order to use the well of being, which is the source of all magic.” She finally said. “We don’t have these restrictions in December for the obvious reasons, but we don’t come down here any other time, usually.  I didn’t go home in December because I thought I was close to ending my quest. Closer than I ever had been.”

“Where is home?”  I asked, humoring her.

She put her cup down on the coffee table and wiped her hands. “I live with my people, with Santa Claus. Home isn’t a location like a city built of metal and stone. It’s a place built of feeling.”

Somehow, even though she was talking total crap, I found myself believing her a little bit, or at least really wanting to?  Did that make me crazy too, or was it my dick thinking for me?

So, what was it you were looking for?” I asked.

She looked down and frowned. “Something I lost. Someone I was responsible for.”

“But you found it?” I asked doubtfully.

“I think so. When I was a young girl, I was pledged to the service and protection of a human child. It is a custom of my people. We serve for life. The relationship is constant but its aspect is ever-changing. It is the single most important bond an Elofelish can have.”  

“What happened?’

“On Christmas Eve it is very busy as you can imagine. Lots of busyness, lots of excitement, so little ones are best kept out of the way. On this Christmas, my…Efram was at a sing. That was the year of the bad hollyberry mead and I was ill as many were. When it ended, I was in the bathroom and he was alone. It was only a few moments but he was a very active baby. He made his way onto the sleigh and into the presents.”  She was teary again and I wondered if it was acting. “I have spent the last thirty-two Decembers searching the world. For you.”

“For me.” I said deadpan.  I felt like crying. I wanted to believe her but it was lamer than any explanation I had ever come up with to explain where I came from. I felt so conflicted. The inner orphan was angry at her for the basest sort of deception, the inner bureaucrat disbelieved her and the sap in me was totally in love with her. The confusion was overcoming the spell she was putting me under.

“Orphans create a lot of fantasies about their parents.” I said. “Usually they’re a little more realistic.”   I ticked off points on my fingers. “Santa Claus, Elves, mysterious worlds, and life-altering quests, are all things we try to stay away from.”

She flushed. “I failed you that Christmas, but I have never lied to you.”

“But you’re younger than I am.” I protested.

She stood up. “We don’t age as Humans do! I have been alive ten years longer than you and this is as grown as I get.”

“How does that work? How does any of that work?  Magic?!” I derided.

“Let me show you some magic.” She said, shedding her jacket and coming toward me.

She held my eyes as she came closer and they were not the eyes of a teenager. I stood up to meet her, not sure of what she was up to but willing to go along with it. She moved up close till we were breathing the same air.  Her scent was sweet and flavored with pine. She looked at me and there was heat in her expression.  I bent down and found her lips with mine.  She responded immediately and I felt my dick spring up. I put my trembling hands on her waist and felt the heat of her through the silk shirt. My other hand traced the line of her neck. She was making quiet noises of appreciation as our tongues wrestled in each other mouths. I pulled her down into my lap as I sat down and we continued to make out.

 I stroked her legs through her tights and felt the muscle beneath.  She gave no protest as I began to unbutton her shirt. Her skin was as silky and warm as I’d imagined and I felt her warmth as I slid my hand up her torso to her tiny breasts. She wore no bra, and her nipples were hard buttons and I pinched them lightly, which made her moan a little. I kissed down her neck and each spot on her body that I kissed, made me want to kiss the rest. I wanted to see the rest too.  “I want to see you.” I said. “All of you.”

“Yes.” Was all she said and she shed the shirt with a wriggle. Then she smiled at me and stood up. She rolled her tights down her legs and exposed a perfectly smooth and moist cunt and the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. She unbuckled her skirt and tossed it aside and stood prettily, breathing heavily and looking at me with an expression I’d only seen women in porn have.  She was perfect. Her shoulders were good, there were perfect red nipples on the slightest bit of breast, and her belly just begged to be kissed. There was enough of a curve to her hip to make her womanly, but not enough breast to be full grown, despite what she’d said. . There didn’t seem to be a blemish or imperfection or old tattoo or anything on her.  It was like she came straight out of my dream with perfect curves and that silky smooth skin I had to put my hands and my mouth on all of.

“This is magic.” I breathed.

She smiled and said something in that language that I didn’t get. I nodded automatically though, and she began undoing my clothes. Feeling her little hands undoing my buttons was heaven and her eyes had lust, and something else in them. I slid forward as she pulled my pants down. She seemed amused by my underwear and pulled it off too. She knelt down between my legs and pulled my socks off so we were both naked in the incredibly warm room. Crazy or not, I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

She said something else in her language and, looking up at me adoringly, took my rock hard cock into her little mouth. It felt like silk and she began a motion that took my breath away. The little pre-teen moved up and down and made cute little noises as my cock invaded her.  One hand gently stroked my leg and the other was working in and out of her little pussy.  I reached down and stroked her breasts and face. I thought she was too little to take it deep, but she arched and buried her face in my pubic hair without gagging.

She was making all sort of good noises in a kind of ragged rhythm. She was enjoying it as much as I was!. My brain was spinning. Elves, Santa Claus, Christmas lights.

My little Christmas Elf took it really deep one last time and looked up at me so sexy. That was it, and I exploded, pumping her full of my spunk. She sucked greedily as she cried out and I could see that she was coming too, but she didn’t spill a drop.  

She finished me off, tenderly mouthing my cock as it shrank and receded. Then she laid her head on my thigh and looked up at me prettily. “Do I please you?”

“Very Much.” I smiled back. I felt great. I felt better than I had in forever. It was like December multiplied.

I excused myself to use the bathroom, shaking my head. Magic, huh? I thought.

The first thing I noticed was that I didn’t need to look over my belly to see my dick.  I chalked it up to skipping lunch, but immediately dismissed it because, if that was so, my tricky stomach would be all acid and it wasn’t. I stepped to the sink to wash my hands and did a double-take. The face in the mirror was different.  

It was me, but it was a younger me. I backed up and looked at my naked chest. I was younger and in better shape. I turned to the full-length mirror on the door and stared.  It was amazing!  I was not buff or anything, but there was no fat on me and I looked good.  Looking closer I saw that my skin had cleared up and all my scars had disappeared, even the ones from when I lost all that weight after college. My back wasn’t sore, my neck didn’t have cricks and my ears weren’t ringing. This had to be magic!   

I burst out of the bathroom to find Dora passed out on the floor by the chair. I picked her up and carried her to my bed. She was light as a feather as I tucked her in under my Christmas tree quilt. I kissed her forehead and she stirred and murmured a bit. I had to talk to her!

“Dora, I believe you. “ I told her. I did. It felt right and it felt true and it wasn’t just because she gave me the most fantastic blowjob ever and turned my life clock back ten years.  I wasn’t a logy as I usually am after sex either, my brain was fully engaged. It was like I saw every connection in the world now. It explained me being found on the roof of a building on Christmas Eve, and my Decembers, when she was searching for me. It explained everything.  Believing in Santa, in her, was just right.

“You did magic.”  I said softly. Her eyes opened a bit and then they got wider and she reached up to touch my cheek.

“That was not the magic I was trying to do, Efram.” She said, “There is not a spell for that.”  She was very serious now and it was startling.
“I was trying to make my clothes disappear as I walked towards you.  It’s a child’s spell, but it was all the magic I thought I had left and I couldn’t even do that.”  

Both Man and Elofelish are tied to the river, but in different ways. When we coupled we shared each other’s magic and each others path to the river. I expected to gain a little more power after that, but this was so very different.” She said, growing weaker. “Ephram, I am drawing from the river but I am drawing from your path and you are drawing from mine. “ She paused and blinked. “There is so much to say, but I must rest.


“When it is a true bond, it is even better.”  She smiled and pulled one of my hands to her lips. “I am drawing from the river, but I must rest, my love. Then I will show you what you have done for me.”  She said and closed her eyes.  I tucked her in nicely and turned on the ceramic Christmas tree on the bureau by the bed.  Then I found some clothes I could still wear, got some food, and settled on the couch to watch ‘Miracle on 34th Street’ until I fell asleep.






When I awoke, it was morning, and she was sitting cross-legged on the coffee table, smiling at me, nervously. She wore a sheer nightgown of iridescent silver and positively glowed.

“Where did you find that?” I asked. She laughed and explained that it was a space the size of my bedroom and there was a spell that kept it hidden until she needed it.  Then she stood up and did a series of quick changes till she settled on a red velvet mini-dress that I admired. She told me that when it came time to leave, she could pack my apartment up the same way. It was all part of the same kind of thing that let Santa’s bag hold so much.

“Leave?”  I said, sitting up.  

“Home.” She explained. “Your name is Efram. I have been your bonded companion since the day of your birth and I have been searching for you every December, since you were here.”

“And every December, when you are down here looking for me, I am having the best time of my life.” I said, following her logic. “So, in a way, I’ve been looking for you.”  I turned the name ‘Efram’ over in my head. It sure as hell beat Ernest.

“You were calling for me from the moment you got here.” She smiled.
 
“Dora, not door.” I said, wonderingly. “You know, I’ve been dreaming of you every night since this past December started.”  

“This is the first time I have been in this city.” She nodded.  “Do you believe me, now, Efram?”  She said seriously.

“I do.” I told her. “All of it.”

“So,” She looked kind of shy. “Don’t you want to go home?”

“Are my parents still alive?”

She shook her head, sadly. “They passed together five years ago. They were old when they had you.”

“And I’m not Santa’s son or anything?”

“No, a nephew only, by marriage.” She leaned forward on her elbows. ‘Truthfully, you could always come back if you don’t like it, but I think you’ll like it.” She told me that there was a house there that was mine that she had been taking care of and the clincher argument. It was always December there. I was mostly convinced,  but something seemed to be bugging her

“I should explain about our…position…status….felwol.”  She haltingly.  “I have been bound to you and your house, however, you are not bound to me.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

She looked up and then to the left. “You don’t have to be with an Elofelish if you would rather have a Human. I will still be yours if you pick another First.”

“Why would I want another for my First.” I said, trying to be reassuring.

She chose to respond as if it had been a question. “Well, if you want children it requires some special spells that make many Men uncomfortable, and some Men prefer…larger partners…” She delivered the entire speech looking at the floor.

“Is this a true bond?” I interrupted her.

“What’s happened to us is proof that ours can be a true bond,” She said, looking up. “The dreams, the Decembers and now this change in you confirms half of it. I have my magic back and my strength is growing even though it is getting far past December which signals to me that we are both receptive. But there is more to it, than that. ”

“Like what?”
 
She paused and bit her lip, looking at me so achingly cutely.  “Do you feel it?”  She said. ‘Do believe you could love me?”
 
“Yes.” I said as I bent to kiss her again. She responded stronger than before. I pulled back after a decent interval.

“I don’t think I can go back to that job. For one thing, I don’t think they’d recognize me and for the second I don’t really want to do it anymore.” I finished slowly. It was true. “Let’s go home.”

“First, we must sanctify our prospective bond.” She said breathily, and stood up, beckoning me.

“What, at a church?” I said, following her into the bedroom.  Not that I wouldn’t marry her…

“The bed will be fine.” She replied with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She climbed onto it with feline grace and spread herself out in the place where I had dreamed of her so often, ready for me. I stood at the end of my bed and looked down at her, my cock sticking straight out in front of me and savored the idea that this magical beauty was mine. I started to get on the bed and she put a hand up.

“Please be patient with me.” She looked sheepish.  “There are words I must say.” She said and asked me if I would please stand by the side of the bed and look at her. As if I would look away.

She began speaking and it went something like this: “Efram, to this day, our bond has been one of caretaker and cared for. From this day forward, it is different. That is why you see me now as you have not seen me before. Now you may decide my role in your house. We may be partners, or half-partners or non-aligned. (I was getting the lingo faster, but some things don’t really translate.) I will do whatever you ask and be anything you want me to be. As your First or you Least, I will dedicate myself to our pleasure, your health, and your happiness. You may take me for your pleasure as much and as often as you wish. You may do whatever it occurs to you to do with me. You cannot hurt me and you cannot give me a child.”  She spread her arms out. “Come to me, if you wish.”

I climbed into the bed and lay next to her slim pale form. She was breathing raggedly and I could feel her excitement and a little bit of fear. I kissed her softly and stroked her fine brown hair. “You haven’t done this before?” I asked softly.

She shook her head and smiled nervously. “I have not been with a male. Man or Elf, ever.”

“I’ve never been with an Elofelish and I’ve never been with a woman who I desired more.” I told her.

I wanted to tease her and kiss every inch of that skin and suck on that virgin pussy for a while, but I didn’t think she would relax till we fucked. So, I climbed on top of her and got myself oriented. I immediately knew it was the right decision. One look into her eyes showed that though she was still nervous, she was also aroused. I stroked that hairless pussy and found it slick with moisture. I heard her breath catch as I explored a little deeper. My cock was straining. I had never felt so turned on.

I pressed the head of my cock against my little angel’s pussy and looked into her eyes. Seeing nothing but encouragement, I pressed inward. She was so very nicely tight, but so well lubricated that I slid in easily. I stroked slow and kissed her hard nipples. Elf or no Elf, she was a woman and I could read her. She was responding; grinding her hips against me and running one hand through my hair. I decided to tease her a bit and kissed up her neck and shoulders and everywhere I could reach without breaking rhythm, but avoided her mouth until she got more frantic trying to find mine. This game finally produced the laugh I was looking for and I pushed deeper and then rolled over, pulling her on top of me.

She laughed again, and her eyes glowed with happiness at the surprise . She looked so wonderful sitting on me, and I touched her whole body. She looked so young, so pure and so full of my cock. She rode me, matching my rhythm with her own and her hair flew wildly as she thrashed up and down. I pinched her nipples and she ground herself into me. I gave her ass a couple of slaps and she kissed me, groaning. Then I heard her breathing change, coming shorter and faster and I knew she was coming. I tried to match her and quickened my deep strokes and in a few moments, she began speaking gibberish. I took her head in my hands and pulled our mouths together.  We came together, her quivering pussy setting me off and I pumped about a gallon into my little Elf.

She surprised me. After laying on top of me a while and singing softly she kissed me very tenderly on the mouth and then slid down my torso and began to clean my cock and balls, humming happily.  Even without the humming, I could feel the joy coming off of her like sunlight.  She explained that her main task now, was to make me happy if I wished to, I could help her

 
I called in all my sick time and some unused vacation time and we got to know each other. I got my affairs in order, visiting some people and getting all the books and things I would want in a new life in a foreign country. I put on about ten layers of clothes to go say goodbye to Evelyn and the gang.  Dora spent a lot of time watching my movie collection, and reading stuff.  She seemed to bloom in our little hothouse and told me that she was getting stronger every day.  We set our leaving date for the end of January and got back to research.

She was particularly interested in looking at my porn. As she explained, this phase of our relationship involved her becoming (among other things) my perfect sex partner. Apparently all the energy she had channeled into finding me was now directed towards this goal and I couldn’t really complain. She loved to make costumes and I never knew what she would come to me as. It could be a schoolgirl, a cheerleader, a 1940’s torch singer, or a bondage slave.    
She even began to enjoy underwear when it was used as part of a costume.  

She liked to watch porn with me so she could study my reaction to things closely. One DVD had a long lesbian sex scene that I particularly enjoyed and this seemed to make her very happy. When I asked why she asked for permission to keep a small surprise for me and told me that many Men were prudes.

The day finally arrived and I looked at my Christmas Elf and said. “Let’s go home.”