Message-ID: <17741eli$9812011742@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Miss Behavin`" Subject: [Miss Behavin] "Spirit of the Season" {NEW M/F Rom Cons} Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <001901be1d70$4c316200$0100a8c0@wild-bunny> Special thanks for Fred Fan crossing my t's and dotting my i's. Comments appreciated to MissBehavin@sprint.ca -- story not for review in the CR but an independant review would be wonderful. Happy and safe holidays to everyone, Miss B ----------------------------- Spirit of the Season ----------------------------- "Goodnight, Virginia. Merry Christmas!" She looked up from her report and forced a smile. "Merry Christmas to you too, Lori; have a wonderful holiday." "Don't stay too late; it is Christmas Eve, after all." "I won't -- promise." Her secretary shifted the packages in her hands, smiled, and then quickly made her way down the hall to catch the elevator. Virginia picked up her report and spun her chair around to look out the window. It was only 6:00 p.m. and it was already dark outside. Huge, fluffy snowflakes were lazily dropping out of the sky and settling on the ground as if to snuggle with all of their friends. The city was a circus of lights and people, with no ringmaster to control the spectators. Last minute shoppers were scurrying about below, hoping to find the perfect gift, or at least one that didn't have to be glued back together. Virginia sighed and returned to the report sitting on her lap, reading the same paragraph over twice. She looked out the window again, running the end of her pen over her bottom lip. She wondered what it would be like to get excited about the holiday season, to spend Christmas Eve with family, friends, and excited children, to be with the ones you love. The last time she had felt that way was when she was seventeen -- thirteen years ago. The memories were faded and the feelings too faint to stir any kind of emotion in her -- or so she pretended, unable to fool even herself. "Virginia, you're still here." She spun around in her chair and smiled. "Very observant of you, Mack. It's no wonder you're a Vice President here." He smiled back, although his eyes showed his concern for her as they did every year. There was no reason why she should be alone for Christmas, although she would argue the fact. "Why don't you put on your coat and come home with me? Sarah and the kids would love to see you, and there's always enough food to feed an army." "That's because you and Sarah created an army," Virginia said, speaking of their seven children. Mack laughed and leaned against the doorframe, his voice taking a soft tone. "I'm serious, Virginia. For the past eight years I've left here on Christmas Eve to find you staring out the window. I wish you would at least talk to me about it, or talk to Sarah. She's a wonderful listener." Virginia dropped the report on her desk, stood up and walked slowly over to Mack. "I appreciate the offer, Mack, as I do every year, but once again I'm going to have to decline. Wish Sarah and those munchkins happy holidays for me, and please don't worry -- I'm fine." She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. Mack was the closest thing to a father that she had, although he was only ten years older. He held her close and sighed. One of these years she would say yes and he'd probably have a heart attack and miss it. She released him and smiled. "Did you remember my bag of presents for the kids?" He nodded to the bag sitting in the hall and smiled. "All present and accounted for, Ma'am." Virginia rolled her eyes at his bad pun. "Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Mack," she whispered. "You too, Darling," he said, touching her cheek, and then turning to leave. He picked up her bag of gifts and turned back to her. "The offer stands, if you change your mind -- you know that." She nodded and smiled, afraid to speak as the tears welled up in her eyes. He smiled back and headed down the hall. She watched him get onto the elevator and went back to her chair. She didn't bother picking up her report again, since she wouldn't be able to concentrate on it anyway. The snow was falling heavier now, reflecting off the lights as the wind carried it off and spun it around. Maybe she should have taken a vacation and gone someplace else. It didn't really matter, though; the feelings would follow her no matter where she was. You can run, but you can't hide. She left her chair and sat on the window ledge, kicking off her heels and spinning around. Leaning back, she stretched out her legs and leaned her forehead against the cool glass as a single tear ran down her cheek and froze against the glass. A tear, frozen in time in remembrance of what could have been but never would be. ~~~ Greg turned from the window and looked at the mess on his desk, chairs, and floor. It looked as if a tornado had gone through his office, sweeping up all of his papers and sending them flying. Could he leave it looking like this in good conscience? He shrugged and decided that he didn't really care; after all, it was his company. In the worst case he would just get a secretary really pissed off as she felt the need to straighten it all up. He hated the end of the year. The budget reports were starting to suffocate him, and if he heard one more Christmas carol he was going to scream. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Grinch," he thought to himself as he picked up his overcoat and headed to the door. As an afterthought, he went back to his desk and picked up the Christmas present that sat there. It was still wrapped, but the colorful paper couldn't hide the fact that it was a bottle of his favorite scotch -- a present from his employees. It had become his Christmas tradition in the past two years to celebrate the season with his present in the hopes that he'd get so drunk that he'd wake up and it would all be over. He tucked the bottle under his arm and headed for the elevator. "Hey, Mr. McInnis, Merry Christmas." Greg smiled. "And a Merry Christmas to you too, Tina. Are you almost finished? You shouldn't be here on Christmas Eve." "Just one more office to clean, and then I'm outta here," she said, smiling. "It could have waited, you know." "I know, but I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that the offices at McInnis Enterprises still had to be cleaned." She smiled sincerely at him and he smiled back, knowing that she meant what she said. "Plus, you gave me that incredible bonus again, and I wanted to see you and thank you." He smiled, "Only a small token of how much you're appreciated, Tina. Well, I guess I'll head home, since everyone else left me." "Almost everyone, you mean." Greg looked at her, a confused expression on his face. "Almost?" "Yes, Miss Wilder is still here." "Oh, I see," he said slowly. "Merry Christmas, Tina, and I don't want to see you back here until after New Years, do you understand? The office will be closed." She laughed and he smiled. "Yes, Sir!" she said saluting him. "Merry Christmas to you too, Mr. McInnis." He headed to the elevator as she pushed her cleaning cart into an office, humming to herself. The doors opened and he stepped in and pressed the button for the underground parking. As the elevator started down, he reached out and, on impulse, hit the button for the sixth floor. Stepping out as the doors opened, he looked down the hall both ways and headed to the right, where he could see a light coming out from one of the offices. She didn't hear him as he stood in the doorframe, studying her closely. They didn't run into each other every day, as both of them were out of the office more often than not. Sometimes they traveled together; he attended meetings and visited affiliates while she took care of promotions. He had admired her ability since he had first met her about seven years ago, after she had already been working for them for just over a year. He smiled as he remembered the first time he had seen her. He had been totally disgusted with a promotional package, and the scene he had made upon entering the Marketing Department wasn't pretty. "What the fuck do you call this?" he had yelled to no one in particular as he waved the layout around. The room had become very quiet as eight pairs of blank eyes had stared at him. The manager had spoken up. "It's the new..." "It's a piece of shit! What the hell is with all this pink?" "We thought it would be eye catching and..." "Eye catching? It looks like Barbie's dream home after a bulldozer ran over it." He was furious, and when he looked over he could see Virginia trying to stifle a laugh. He looked at her, "You -- I want you to come up with something that doesn't make me want to throw up." She looked momentarily confused, her eyes moving from him to her immediate boss and then back at him again. He figured that she would back down -- claim it wasn't her job or some equally weak excuse. "How much time do I have?" she asked, surprising him. "I'll give you forty-eight hours," he had said, tossing the layout on the floor before storming back out. He was surprised when, about thirty-nine hours later, he was presented with two different ideas, neither of which made him want to toss his lunch. Both ideas were well thought through and very professional. They also showed promise and the persistence of someone who wasn't wearing blinders -- someone who could think outside of the circle, and he admired that greatly. He smiled again, remembering when he asked her what she wanted to do in the future -- where she saw herself going. She had immediately responded, "I want to keep coloring outside of the lines." It had taken him a second to figure out what she was saying, and when he did, he realized how much alike they were -- unconventional at best. As he watched her now, he thought about how far she had come and how quickly she had gotten there. People who didn't know her, that didn't know her work, probably thought that it had to with the way she looked. His eyes fell from her neatly pinned up blonde hair down her long neck. Her round breasts rose and fell softly beneath her silky white blouse. Her waist was small, leading down to little but curvy hips. The red skirt that she was wearing had moved up her thighs, leaving her long legs exposed. She was one of those women that you were immediately attracted to because of her looks. She wasn't sexy in the form of a beautiful flashy actress. Instead she had a very wholesome look that made you think of the girl next door. Actually, had she been the girl next door, there would be a lot of very happy men out there. It was hard to describe how someone could be sexy and wholesome at the same time, but if words could describe it, then that would be Virginia. "Before you fall out the window, can you let me check to see if I'm insured for that?" Her head bolted up and she looked over to the man standing in her door. "Greg." "How goes it?" he asked as he moved into her office and tossed his overcoat on the couch. "Going, going, gone," she said, smiling weakly at him. "Shouldn't you be off doing whatever it is that one does on Christmas Eve?" He already knew the answer, although he didn't know the reason. "Shouldn't you?" she shot back, side-swiping his question, although she too knew the answer. "I was just about to break into my new traditional holiday mode," he said, holding up the wrapped bottle. "Don't let me stop you," she said as she watched him sit on the edge of her desk. "I wasn't," he said, looking around her office. "Actually I was looking for someone to join me, maybe start another new tradition. Where do you keep your glasses?" "In the portable bar," she said. "You have a portable bar?" he asked, a little shocked. "No," she said smiling. He shook his head and smiled back. "Stay there and I'll be right back." He jumped off the desk and headed out her door. Virginia's eyes followed him until he disappeared. She wondered what he wanted and then shook her head, leaning it back against the window frame. Greg was pretty much the ideal boss, if there was such a thing. He allowed you explore new ground without fear that you'd stumble and bring the business crashing down. He was opinionated and certainly let you know when you'd disappointed him, which she did from time to time; but he never held it against you, and it was stressed that it wasn't something that you should take personally. Everything she did she took personally, so when he did show disapproval in the way a venture was turning out, it depressed her, but she kept it to herself. She had become a master at hiding her emotions after so many years of practice. She admired him completely. He had what it took to keep this company going and was always right on the cutting edge of everything. Sometimes he took risks that seemed almost suicidal, but nine times out of ten they were successful and people stopped questioning his sanity. He walked back in, holding up two mugs. "Do you want the teddy bear or the one that says Are We Having Fun Yet?" "Tough choice -- I'll take the bear," she said. He sat back up on her desk and started unwrapping the bottle, carefully pulling off the shiny red bow with the mistletoe hanging from it. As he peeled off the paper, he watched her as she continued to stare out the window. He broke the seal and poured a generous amount into each mug before returning the cap to the bottle and setting it aside. Picking up both mugs, he slid off the desk and moved over to her. Looking up, she took the mug from him and smiled, thanking him. "I couldn't find any ice," he apologized, staring down into her blue sad eyes. "After a few, I probably won't notice nor care," she said softly. Greg sat down on the ledge beside her feet. She pulled her legs up and he leaned back against the window. Looking over at her, he held up his mug in a toast. "To your health," he said, thinking of how stupid that was. She smiled and clicked her mug against his, "And to yours." She took a sip of the scotch and felt it burn as it slid down her throat. She couldn't remember the last time she had had a drink, and if she made it to the bottom of this mug she'd probably be on the floor. "I've been reading over the final report on the Tyson merger, and I think I'll have some ideas for you about how we should approach the..." "I don't want to talk about business, Virginia," he said, rubbing his thumb against his mug. "No?" "No." "Okay." They stared at each other, neither saying a word. She wondered what he wanted; he wondered if she had ever thought about him the way he had allowed himself to think about her a couple of times. "Way back when -- you know, when I was a kid, ninety years ago," he watched as she laughed and then continued. "I remember how exciting it was on Christmas Eve; the smells of baking, the excitement of the unknown, wanting to explore the presents under the tree without getting caught. I also have a confession to make. I pretended to believe in Santa Claus until I was ten just so I could get the extra gifts." Virginia looked shocked, "You mean there isn't really a Santa Claus?" "Damn, me and my big mouth!" She laughed and pushed herself up, pulling her knees up under her chin as she took another sip of her scotch. It was starting to slide down a little easier now. She found herself relaxing, getting caught up in the Christmas memories. "I remember my two younger sisters used to elect me to go out and scan under the tree while they distracted Mom and Dad. They would create a diversion and I'd move in and take inventory." She laughed softly at the memory as it grabbed a hold of her heart and squeezed. He watched her face, knowing that somewhere very close to the surface was the reason why she wasn't with her family tonight. No one knew the answer -- just that she never was. She never talked about them and would usually clam up if asked. He didn't say a word, just chuckled softly at the mental image of that. "One year my older brother got up at 3:00 a.m. and opened everyone's presents," he said, remembering the look on his parents’ faces when they stepped into the living room. Virginia laughed and he continued. "He's forty-five now and probably still does it. His wife probably has to lock him in their bedroom on Christmas Eve. More?" he said, holding up his mug. She nodded and handed him her mug, watching as he pulled off his gray suit jacket and loosening his tie before pouring their second drink. She watched the muscles in his back flex as he moved. If his older brother was only forty-five, then that probably put him around forty-two, she guessed. He was tall, a little over six feet, and in good physical shape. She knew that he spent a lot of time in the company gym. Mack had once said that he had to tire out his body in order to make himself think clearer. Each to his own, she thought. "So, what's the company gossip on my much hidden divorce, now that the word is out?" he said, repositioning himself on window ledge and looking at her. "Married to the company, ignoring the Mrs. -- the usual," she said, honestly. She never minced words and had no use for head games. "Not very scandalous, huh?" he said, laughing as he took a large gulp of his drink. "If they only knew." Virginia shrugged, not wanting to pry since it was none of her business. She swallowed more scotch and wondered when it stopped burning on the way down. "You know, Virginia, you spend your life doing what you think is right, trying to provide for those you're responsible for, and upon doing that you end up losing either one or the other." She raised an eyebrow, showing her confusion. "I've worked like a demon for twenty years getting to where I am now, and I have nothing to show for it besides this place, this company." "No small feat," she said honestly. "Oh, I'm not complaining about that, and I know I dug my own grave; but it doesn't seem fair somehow." "Life sucks and then you die," she said, staring into his blue eyes. "A fine festive Christmas toast," he said, laughing and raising his mug to her. "I guess I always figured that I had the bull by the horns, but apparently I was only holding his tail." "Do you miss her?" she asked, immediately regretting asking. "Yes and no," he replied slowly. "I miss the idea of there being an 'us', you know? But I don't blame her for finally giving up on me. I wasn't much of a husband, I'll be the first to admit that; but in my mind I was doing what had to be done. She knew what she was getting into, and I guess she figured that eventually I would become the man she wanted me to be." "What man is that?" "One that comes home every night on time, mows the grass, cleans the pool, and plays bridge with the neighbors." He looked over at her and added, "That just ain't gonna happen in this lifetime." A church bell bonged outside, and she looked at her watch. It was only 8:00, and her heart sank. If there ever was a never-ending day, it had to be this one. "So are you still seeing what's-his-name?" She laughed. "His name was David, and, no, not for about 6 months now. He decided that I spent way too much time away from home to be worth the bother." "Do you miss him?" She thought about that, "No, but I miss the sex." Greg choked on his drink, her comment taking him by total surprise. He looked at her grin as she obviously enjoyed his reaction. "Just the sex?" he croaked. "Yup - oh, and the way he used to pick up my dry cleaning on his way over to my house to have sex." "It is hard to find those qualities in a man, isn't it?" he said, laughing and finishing off his scotch. "My father was that kind of a man. It didn't matter how busy he was or how many things he had going -- he always took the time to make sure Mom and us kids were happy. That actually bothered her sometimes, because she was pretty damned independent." She stopped and wondered why she was telling him this. Greg listened to her, picking up on the past tense in her words and feeling the sadness in her voice. "Tell me more about them," he said. "Nothing to tell, really," she said claming up as always. "Let's play a game," he said, turning his body to face her, his leg brushing against her feet. "It's kind of like ‘show me yours and I'll show you mine’, only you tell me what that big hurt is that you've been holding onto forever, and I'll, in turn, tell you mine." She slugged back the rest of her scotch, feeling it spinning her head and fogging her judgement; and yet, it didn't matter. She felt like a dam ready to burst. "You first," she said, figuring that if his wasn't really good then she'd just make something up to satisfy him. "Okay. Two Christmas's ago I was in Phoenix and wondered what the hell I was doing there when everyone else was off enjoying the holidays. I jumped on the next plane back and decided to surprise my wife and I did. I really did surprise her -- her and Jeff Wilson, that is." Virginia's jaw dropped open. "Jeff Wilson? The Director of Finance?" "Ex-Director, and one in the same." "Your wife was sleeping with him?" "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it sleeping. It was more like walking into the kitchen and finding him fucking her over the table." She tried to pick up on any emotion in his voice but received little. She remembered when Wilson had suddenly resigned his position from the company -- two years ago, now that she thought about it. "I'm not sure which one of them I miss the most," he said. "He was a damned good accountant." He smiled at his attempt at a joke, but the smile wasn't returned. "What did you do?" "After the initial shock wore off, I thought about just turning around and walking out, since neither of them knew I was standing there. I just about did that, but then the shocked and hurt feelings were overtaken by the rage I felt. So I cleared my throat loud enough for them both to hear. The look on their faces was just about enough to satisfy me -- just about." He got up, took her mug that was swinging from her hand and moved back to her desk. "The rest is history, I guess. She didn't need me, I didn't need her, and although I did need Jeff, I had seen him seen him naked and could no longer look at him across the boardroom table. So I told him that he could either resign or find himself in the big scandal of being fired." "Could you have exposed that?" she asked. He stopped pouring and thought about his answer before speaking. "I doubt it. My goal, selfish as it may be, is to keep this company above reproach, or seemingly so. It didn't matter; he left quietly, and she's now living in France, which is almost far enough away." He handed her the teddy mug, then pulled up her high-back leather chair and dropped himself into it. Virginia stretched out her legs, crossing them at her ankles. She looked down at her red skirt and smiled; she had hoped that the color would put her into the spirit of the season -- what a dork she was. "Your turn," he said, putting his feet up on the windowsill and leaning back in the chair. "I'll tell you this, but I never want to discuss it again; do you understand?" He nodded in response. She drained her mug and took a deep breath, trying not to think about what she was doing. "We always visited my grandparents in Florida before Christmas; always, without fail. But when I was eighteen I had a job clerking at a department store, so I bowed out of the trip; I wanted to be a responsible adult and do the job I had committed myself to. They were proud of me and left with my sisters, promising to return on Christmas Eve as always. I worked until 5:00 on Christmas Eve and then rushed home to turn on the Christmas lights and get out the treats before they got home. Christmas was always a big deal around our house. I turned tree lights on, cranked up the Christmas tunes, lit the fire and waited. Time moved slowly as I waited and then started to worry. By 11:00 I became overcome with anxiety, feeling caged. I wanted to call Gramma and ask what time they had left, but I didn't want to worry her, so I paced around the house, my mood growing darker with each passing second." She looked at him, tears silently sliding down her cheeks; it was all he could do to sit there instead of rushing over and holding her. She started talking again, her voice barely a whisper as her eyes became a darker shade of blue, swimming in tears. "I waited all night for them to come home; I'm still waiting." If there was such a thing as being able to feel your own heart break, Greg had just felt it. He put his mug on her desk and rolled himself over to her in the chair. He didn't touch her -- he just looked at her. He was afraid that if he said anything he'd choke up. Before him now sat the one person who he'd never thought he'd see the inside of. She was always friendly -- approachable, but never, ever personal. "Virginia..." he managed to whisper. "I didn't tell you that for your sympathy, Greg; I was just fulfilling my end of the game." He nodded and, without thinking, his hand moved to her cheek and his thumb brushed away the new tears. She looked like a fragile doll and his arms ached to hold her. Virginia pondered his thumb rubbing against her skin. She missed the touch of a man; maybe if he weren't who he was she might have pursued it, just for the sake of the bodily contact that she ached for. She was lost in her thoughts as he moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled her lips to his, kissing her softly. Her mind raced, but her body reacted as her lips moved against his. His other hand moved around her waist, pulling her closer to him as her tongue traced his bottom lip. His hands were warm against her skin and she began sinking against him, moving to the edge of the window ledge as their kiss became urgent. Suddenly her mind clicked back to reality and she pulled back from him, her breathing slightly ragged. "I told you that I don't want your sympathy," she whispered. He laughed and she frowned. "You think that I want to make love to you for sympathy's sake? If that's the case, Virginia, then you're not as smart as I thought you were." She pushed herself back against the window, trying to regain her composure. She had always been attracted to him, but she had admitted that openly only to herself. She had always found him that way, but that wasn't exactly the point. "You know, Virginia, inside of you is a person who is begging to get out. A little girl who never had the chance to grow up without dragging around a lot of hurt and pain. If you'd let her out -- show the world that inner you -- you'd probably feel better." "Thank you, Dr. Joyce Brothers," she said sarcastically. She knew he was right. Her pain brought on fear, the fear of giving herself to someone else. She couldn't open herself up and love someone without thinking that they, too, would just leave her. He laughed and sat back in his chair. He probably shouldn't have kissed her, but he could still taste her on his lips and didn't really care. "I don't feel sorry for you -- not in the way that you think." "Then how?" "Well, I see a woman who has everything going for her, and I know that she is going to go far, whether it be here or somewhere else. I've also just seen that she's actually human, and locked up inside of her are feelings that she needs to deal with." He watched her watching him intently, not saying a word. "If we are being totally honest here, then I'll admit that I've always been attracted to you, from the first moment I saw you trying not to laugh at my Barbie comment." She smiled in remembrance and leaned her head back against the window, staring at the ceiling. She wished that she knew exactly what it was that he wanted from her. She'd worked with him for seven years now and knew how he operated. He wasn't the kind to force himself on anyone, whether it was business oriented or not. If she had sex with him, what would it change? It would make their business trips together really stressed or very pleasurable -- it could go either way. She wasn't looking for a partner, and certainly not one like Greg -- someone that she was pretty sure that she could fall for. "Virginia?" Her blue eyes met his. "Yes?" "If you want me to go, I'll understand. I'll even leave you the rest of my Christmas present. It changes nothing really, except that I know a little more about you and visa versa." He smiled. "Plus I know what a good kisser you are, although I'd always suspected that." In a split second she made up her mind and didn't give herself a chance to second-guess her decision. She quickly put her thoughts into a short lecture. "Okay, here's the deal. You want to make love to me and I want to have sex with you. It's Christmas Eve, the worst fucking day of the year, and I'm depressed, and I don't think it's one of your favorite holidays either. So together we are two lonely people who have consumed half a bottle of scotch and find each other attractive, so I propose this: we throw caution to the wind, fuck like bunnies, and afterwards we go our separate ways and we never discuss this again." He listened to her with great amusement. "That's quite a proposal, Virginia. How come one of those have never come across my desk before? I would have accepted it readily... before." She looked at him, cocking her head to one side. "Before? Before what?" "Before I found out that you were real," he said. "Oh, give it up, Greg! I've always been real. A real woman, doing real work, living a real life, just like everyone else in this place." He leaned forward in his chair. "I disagree. You've always been real up to a point, but every time someone gets remotely close you back away, securing yourself back behind your glass walls. You allow others to see you, but in no case are they allowed to get any closer than those walls allow." "How do you know this? How could you possibly know so much about me?" Her eyes challenged him as she could feel herself getting mad. There was only one person who even remotely knew anything about her and that was Mack, and apparently he had a big mouth. "Let me explain something to you, Virginia. There are certain people in this company who, for business reasons, I've always kept an eye on. I believe that people will perform to their best -- and sometimes exceed that, if they are challenged -- and never get the chance to become bored or too comfortable in their jobs. You're one of those people, and you always have been. I've watched you for the past seven years go from a graphic designer lost in a crowd to where you are now. And never, for one moment, think that your promotions have had anything to do with how I think about you personally, or that I've had some kind of hidden desire to bring you up the corporate ladder just so I could pounce on you. I do have an interest in you, and that's because you're a key player here and I respect what you do and how you do it." He took a deep breath, making sure he still had her attention and then continued. "And now, after all of these years, I just kissed you, and I apologize if that somehow offended you; but it happened." "Are you finished?" she asked. He thought. "I think so, yes." "Good. Now was that a yes or a no to my proposal?" He blinked. He started wondering if she had multiple personalities, and then she grinned at him and he knew that he was forgiven. "It's a yes, except for one thing." "What?" "It's not something that I want to forget or not discuss, Virginia, unless I'm really bad or can't get it up or something." She laughed and then he did, knowing that getting it up wasn't going to be a problem, since he had been semi-erect since he had kissed her. "What if we both really enjoy it? Where does that leave us?" she asked quite honestly. "Having sex in the stationery closet and photocopying our butts after hours?" She laughed and looked at him. It actually felt good being with someone who understood why she was the way she was -- someone else who had always put business first, although for a different reason. "So how do you want to do this?" she asked. "Geeze, Virginia, you're taking all the romance out of this," he replied, smiling at her. He reached over and took her hands, pulling her off the window ledge and onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned over to kiss him and he pulled her close to him. Their bodies pressed together as they kissed, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. She pushed her fingers up through his hair as his one hand rubbed up and down her back. His lips moved from hers and started kissing down her neck. She leaned her head back, exposing her neck to him, feeling his tongue trailing down her skin until he reached the nape of her neck. He pulled her closer, leaning back in the chair, and then grabbed her firmly as the chair started falling backwards and tipped over. They spilled onto the floor, stunned for a moment, and then started laughing. "Think that was a sign?" he asked as he pushed the chair off of them. "Are you okay?" "Very fine," she said, looking down at him. "You're pretty soft to land on." "Don't use the word 'soft' when we're about to make love, Virginia. It's not good for a guy's ego, you know." She laughed, wondering why he kept referring to it as making love when it was really just sex. She sat up on his stomach and reached for his tie, pulling it out of the knot. Her fingers moved to his buttons and started releasing them one by one as he put his hands behind his head and watched her. "Lean down here for a second," he said. She leaned down and his hands moved to the clip that held her hair up and he undid it. Her hair dropped around her face and he smiled, telling her that was better. She smiled and sat back up, undoing the last of his buttons after pulling his shirttails out. Pushing his shirt back, she let her hands run over his strong chest, her fingers running though his sparse chest hair. Shifting down until she was straddling his thighs, she reached for his belt and unhooked it. He watched her, the look of determination on her face both amusing him and turning him on. He felt her push the button of his pants out of the hole and then slowly pull down his zipper and his body shook. His cock was pressed hard against his briefs as her fingers hooked under the waistband of his pants and underwear. She started tugging them down. "Lift your hips." He obeyed her order, feeling his cock spring free as she exposed it. She pulled them down, shifting herself until they were around his knees and then sitting back down on him. She traced an invisible line up his cock and ran the pad of her finger around the swollen head. "I never thought I'd be giving you a blow job," she said, taking his cock into her hand and moving it slowly up and down his shaft. "I never thought I'd ever get one," he said, moaning as her fingers tightened around his throbbing cock. "From me?" "No, in general," he said, arching his back slightly as she continued to stroke. Virginia considered his words. "You mean you've never had one before?" "Never," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "Your wife?" "She had a lot of very expensive dental work and didn't want to risk it -- or so she said." "And no one has ever done this for you? You've never had a secretary under your desk?" He laughed. "Well, if you'll think about it, my secretary is about fifty-nine years old and probably has dental concerns of her own." Virginia smiled and wondered if he was telling her the truth. He could tell her thoughts by the look on her face. "I'm serious, Virginia. I haven't been with many women, and the ones I have been with have never offered and I've never asked." She shuffled down his body, moving herself between his legs, thinking it would have been more comfortable to get rid of his pants. Her eyes locked onto his as she held his cock straight up and ran her tongue from base to tip. His body shook, and when her tongue moved around the head of his cock, his hips pushed up. Virginia pulled his cock down and pressed the head between her lips. She tightened them around it and flicked her tongue at his skin. Greg moaned at the sensation of her hot wet mouth around his cock. The feeling was incredible, and he closed his eyes momentarily before opening them again to watch as his cock disappeared between her lips, and then he moaned again. As she lowered her mouth on his cock, she moved one hand to his balls and started rubbing her fingers gently against them. The head of his cock slid over the roof of her mouth and she moaned before pulling her head back, tightening her lips and sucking in hard. Greg's hips started to rise and fall, fucking her mouth slowly. The way her lips tightened around his cock, the way her forehead kept banging against his stomach, made him want to slam into her. It was a feeling that he had never experienced before. He moved his hands down to the back of her head, guiding her head up and down, although she didn't need any assistance. Virginia gently squeezed his balls as she sucked on his cock harder, feeling it throbbing between her lips. Greg tugged gently at her hair, resisting the urge to drive his cock deeper into her mouth. He moaned as she pulled her head back, feeling her teeth graze his skin. The feeling combined with the visual became overwhelming and he locked his fingers into her hair and pulled her mouth off his cock. The cool air hit it and he shivered. "Two more seconds of that, Virginia, and..." She knew what he was about to say, and she wiggled out of his grasp and wrapped her lips back around his cock, taking it into her mouth deep and sucking on it hard. She took long, luxurious sucks, up and down before moving faster and tightening her lips firmly around his pounding hard flesh. Greg tried to hold himself back, but it was impossible. With his fingers locked in her hair, he raised his hips and his body tensed for a second before he came in her mouth, shuddering hard. He could feel her hot mouth sucking in as he held the back of her head. Seconds later, he dropped himself back to the floor and watched as she slowly pulled her lips off of his cock. "That was incredible," he whispered, panting hard as he said, "although a little unfair." "Unfair how?" she asked, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. "Well, I was really hoping to actually be able to make love to you," he confessed. Virginia laughed and crawled off of him, kneeling beside him and looking down. "That was foreplay. By the time we make it to the actual sex part, you'll be big and strong again, I promise." "I dunno, Darling. I'm old, you know." He grinned at her and sat up, pulling off his shoes and then his pants and briefs. After pulling off his socks and shirt, he looked over at her, smiling. He stood up and held his hands out to her. She took his hands and he pulled her up, immediately wrapping his arms around her and leaning down, kissing her softly. Her lips tasted like him, and she kissed him back hard, pressing her body against his, gently raking her nails down his bare back. He moved his mouth from her lips, kissing across her cheek to her ear before whispering, "My turn." Pulling back from her, he pretended to study her for a second. "Something's not right here," he muttered. She looked at him with curiosity but didn't say a word. He muttered to himself and looked around her office. "Ah ha!" he said, and walked over to her desk, retrieving the shiny red bow with the piece of mistletoe stuck to it. Grinning, he walked back to her and stuck the bow on the top of her head. "There! Now I can unwrap my present," he said. Virginia laughed, feeling a little goofy with a bow stuck to her head. Greg put his finger under her chin and lifted it, looking down into her eyes. Not a trace of the previous sadness could be found there; her eyes were dark blue and sparkling, just the way they should be. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "Yes, Gregory, there is a Santa Claus," he said, kissing her again. His lips trailed down her long neck, kissing here and nibbling there. Her skin tasted sweet as his tongue swirled against it. As his lips nudged her skin, his fingers worked on the buttons of her blouse, slowly popping each one out of its hole. The back of her blouse had already come out of her skirt and he pulled the front out and finished undoing the buttons. He stood up and slowly pulled her blouse back, exposing her silk and lace covered breasts. With his palms against her chest, he pushed them up and over her shoulders, causing her blouse to side gently down her arms and land silently on the floor. His fingers traced down the straps of her bra and over the lacey cups until they met between her breasts. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his fingers moving down between her breasts and unhooking the clasp. He let go of the material and the cups slid back, her bare breasts slowly coming out of hiding. He sucked in his breath as her puffy pink nipples appeared. They were hard and swollen, begging for attention. Picking up the straps, he pushed them backwards and her bra fell down her arms and landed on her blouse. Both hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them softly as he felt her nipples rub against his palms. Virginia closed her eyes and moaned softly, feeling the heat of his soft hands on her body. Leaning down, he raised one of her breasts to his mouth, allowing his tongue to lightly trail over her erect nipple. He felt her body shudder as he teased the tip with his tongue. After running his tongue around her nipple, wetting it fully, he blew on it lightly. Virginia's hands flew to the back of his head and pulled him to her. He opened his mouth and began nuzzling on her nipple, sucking it into his mouth while his tongue welcomed it in, playing with it. He pulled his head back, sucking in hard as he did and stretching her skin. "Oh, God," she whispered, her fingers tugging at his hair. Between his thumb and forefinger, Greg rolled her other nipple. When he squeezed in and pulled it out, Virginia moaned and pressed herself harder against him. His lips released her nipple, and he slowly kissed and licked his way over to her other nipple. Her fingers tugged harder on his hair as he paid her nipple the same attention that he had with the other one. After nuzzling, he released her nipple and kissed down her breast, his tongue licking with long strokes at the underside of her breast. He rubbed his nose against her firm skin, enjoying the weight of her breast against his face. His hands moved to her waist as he dropped to his knees. Sneaking a peek at her face he felt his cock lurch at the expression on her face. Her eyes were closed, lips half parted. His hands traced down her small waist and then moved back to fight with the button and zipper on her skirt. He smiled when he thought that the best Christmas presents were the ones that were hard to unwrap. Virginia opened her eyes and looked down at him, "Need some help down there?" she said, smiling. He managed to get the button undone and grinned at her. "Someone used too much tape." The zipper slid down easily, and he pressed his palm against the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin and the softness of her body. Very slowly his hands moved to the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down over her hips. He watched as her little white panties came into view. Like her bra, they were mostly lace and very small. The lace did little to hide what was behind the material. He could smell her, and he fought the urge to move faster. He wanted to unwrap Virginia very slowly. She felt his hands moving down her thighs, following her skirt as it fell. Looking down, she watched his face as he removed her skirt. The excitement was building inside her and she wanted to grab the back of his head and pull his face against her pussy, but she controlled herself. Instead, she played with his hair with one hand and tugged on one of her nipples with the other. Greg wrapped his hands around one of her tiny ankles and slid his hands up her stockings, over her knee and up her thigh to the top of it. At the top of her thigh-high stocking he rubbed gently, feeling the top of his one hand lightly brushing against her panties. He could feel the wetness against his skin and he smiled. With great patience he moved his hands down, slowly rolling the stocking down, exposing her beautiful leg. As he rolled the stocking down, he kissed her thigh and felt her fingers pulling at his hair. Virginia lifted her foot and he peeled off the stocking and moved to her other leg. Again he ran his hands up her leg, but this time, when he reached the top, he leaned against her and tugged on the band with his teeth. His hot breath against her skin made her moan and press against him. He was driving her insane, which she suspected was his goal. Greg tugged the stocking down to her ankle with his teeth, stopping now and then to plant a kiss on various parts of her leg. She lifted her foot and he pulled off the stocking and tossed it over his shoulder and it landed on her desk. He looked up at Virginia, who was watching him with great interest; she raised an eyebrow as her stocking hit her desk. "That's part of the fun of Christmas," he said in self-defense. "You get to toss the wrapping all over the place, and the cleaning lady will pick it all up later." Virginia rolled her eyes and was about to say something when she felt his hands sliding up the backs of her thighs. Greg watched her, immensely enjoying the fact that his touch was turning her on so much. He thought for a moment, and then stood up on his knees. Holding her hips, he turned her around and got his first glimpse of her beautiful ass. He moaned and pressed his lips against one of her half-covered cheeks. Remembering his plan, he pushed her forward and followed on his knees until she reached the desk. He took one of her ankles and pulled it to the side, making her spread her feet apart. When he was happy with their placement, he rubbed his hand up over her ass to her back and gently pushed her until she was lying down on the top of her desk. "Don't even think about reading that report while you're up there," he quipped, trying to sound serious. "Okay," she said her breath slightly ragged, "but from this angle I can see a lot of dust on my computer screen." He laughed and lightly slapped her ass. Kneeling behind her, he grabbed her hips and pulled her out a little. Her ass waved in front of his face, her panties barely covering it. Running his hands over her hips, he picked up the tiny waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down over her ass, moaning as it came into view. He dropped the panties to the floor and began kissing her cheeks. Virginia moaned and pushed back against his face. He wiggled up on his knees until they were between her feet, and when he sat back, he caught his breath and felt his cock jump in response to what he saw. Just below her firm ass were her swollen pussy lips, hanging down between her thighs. Her lips were bare and shiny from her juices. Reaching up, he very lightly ran his finger against her swollen flesh. Her body shook as she pushed back, causing his finger to slip slightly between them. Her skin was soft, hot, and soaked. He pulled his finger back and brought it to his mouth, sucking on it and tasting what he knew he needed a lot more of. With his forehead against her ass, he pushed his tongue out and licked her pussy lips, feeling her cream sliding down his chin as he parted the lips with his tongue and ran it up and down. Virginia moaned and moved her feet farther apart as she started rocking against his face. She moved back and forth slowly, feeling his tongue poke inside of her; then it moved up and circled her swollen clit, and then slid back down. Greg tried to bend his neck back further, but it wasn't working. He moved back and heard her whimper. Quickly he reached over and pulled her chair over, grabbing her hips and turning her towards it. Virginia moved and bent down over the chair. "Perfect," he said. The lower position exposed her pussy to him completely. She moved her feet apart and he slipped back up behind her legs and drove his tongue into her. He could feel her tightening around his tongue as he wiggled it inside of her. With his hands on her ass cheeks he started pushing her forward, letting his tongue slide up between her lips until her clit was between his lips. He sucked it into his mouth, holding it tightly between his lips as his tongue flicked hard at it. Virginia moaned and pushed down, rubbing against his face, his nose rubbing against her opening and becoming covered with her cream. He released her clit and moved his head back, lapping at her juices as he pulled back. He licked her sweetness from his lips and admired his view once again. Her clit was now so swollen that it was poking out from between her lips. He looked down briefly at his cock and knew that she was right -- there wouldn't be a problem. Greg moved his finger up and slowly pressed the tip into her wet cunt. He circled her opening, teasing her. She moaned and pushed back, trying to drive his finger into her. He moved, not allowing her to do what she wanted, and that made her whimper. Her whimpers and moans were driving him insane. He'd never had a lover who was so vocal before, and he had to admit that it certainly added to the pleasure when you knew that you were definitely pleasing your partner. He pressed the tip of his finger in and felt her pussy automatically grab it. In one fast stroke he drove his finger into her cunt until it disappeared. Virginia groaned, her pussy holding his finger in so tight that he could barely pull it back out. Her pussy was incredibly wet and slick, and as he started pumping his finger in and out of her, he added another one and fucked her hard with the two of them. He moved his other hand around her thigh to her clit and rubbed it gently, smearing her cream all over it. She was moaning loud, slamming her ass back against him as he upped his tempo and drove his fingers in faster, her clit sliding between his other fingers. Seeing her ass waving in front of him was just too much to ignore. He kissed and licked her cheeks as he wiggled her fingers inside of her. "Oh, God!" she screamed -- probably loud enough to alert anyone in the city that she was about to have an orgasm. "Greg... Greg... I'm going to cum!" The words had barely left her lips when she moved her feet together, clamping her tights around his hand and squeezing. Her powerful thighs held his fingers deep inside of her cunt as she came. He could feel the tightness around his fingers, muscles contracting hard, pumping around his fingers before feeling a warm flood against them. He had never felt anything like it before and it was unbelievable. He nibbled at her cheeks until she finished, slowly releasing her grip on his fingers and moving her feet back apart. She was panting hard as she held onto her chair and tried to catch her breath. While she was doing that, he leaned in and lapped at her pussy, tasting what she had just offered him on his fingers. "My God," she whispered. Greg smiled and gave a long lick up her ass before standing up behind her. Virginia pushed herself up and leaned back against him, trying to steady her shaky legs. Greg wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down to kiss her neck. She moved her hands back to his hips and ground herself back against his cock. "I want to make love to you, Virginia," he whispered in her ear. Her reply was scratching her long nails across his hips and a little whimper as she pushed herself back, grinding his cock into the small of her back. He unwrapped his arms and slowly turned her around to look into her passion-fired eyes. "Say yes," he whispered. "Yes." He took her hands and led her to the couch, kicking his overcoat off it. She was about to lie down on it when he stopped her, scooting in front of her and lying on his back, his knees bent as his feet pressed against the arm of the couch. He smiled and offered her his hand. Taking it, Virginia moved over and was about to get up on the couch and straddle his body when his hand moved to her hip and turned her around. He pulled her backwards and then down until she was lying on top of him, her back against his chest. She moved her legs to either side of his and felt the head of his cock rubbing against her ass. He wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly slid his hands up over her ribs to her breasts. Gently he squeezed them, her nipples hard against his palms as she shimmied down a little, his cock sliding between her pussy lips. As he massaged her breasts, he sucked on her earlobe, listening to her quick breathing. Virginia raised her hips and then shifted down a little more before pushing down. The head of Greg's cock pressed into her, stretching her as she pressed down harder. Greg raised his hips and pressed his knees up, driving his cock into her hard and listening to her moan. Her pussy was wet and tight and he savored the feeling of it surrounding his throbbing cock. But Virginia didn't want to savor anything, and she lowered her hands to his hips, digging her nails into his flesh and banging down on him. Together they started moving faster, his hips banging against her ass as his cock moved in and out of her cunt. He loved the feeling of her on top of him, feeling her body hard against his as his fingers started working on pulling at her nipples. He pulled back, pushing his ass deep into the couch cushion before ramming his hips forward and driving his cock so deep into her pussy that he could feel her lips against the base of his cock. Virginia moaned and pressed down, holding his cock inside her tight, enjoying the throbbing feeling as it lurched inside of her. She could feel Greg's breath against her neck, his heart beating hard against her back as he fucked her. She moved a hand to her pussy, running a finger between her swollen lips and rubbing it against her engorged clit. She stroked her clit with her thumb and stretched her fingers down, rubbing them against his wet cock as it slid in and out, the sounds of her wetness filling the room. "You feel so good," he moaned into her neck, pumping his hips up harder. Virginia moved her hands over his and pulled them off of her breasts, pushing them down to his sides. Leaning up, she reached for his legs, putting her hands behind his bent knees and pulling herself forward. Her body pressed down hard, impaling herself on his cock. They each moaned, holding the position for a moment. Virginia held his legs and pulled hers back until she was sitting up on her knees and Greg moved his legs up until his knees were completely bent. With his hands on her hips and her on his knees, she started moving slowly up and down. Greg leaned his head up, watching as her pussy swallowed his cock. He moved his hands up to her waist, holding onto her tightly, and pushed her up and brought her down hard. Virginia bounced up and down, her pussy taking his cock in completely and then holding it as she pulled herself up. They moved faster, each downward motion becoming harder and more powerful. Greg raised his hips as she moved down, and instead of moving back up again, she pressed down on him, grinding against him from side to side. A low moan escaped her throat as she tossed her head back and closed her eyes. Her body tensed, feeling the waves wash over her. Greg pulled himself up and wrapped his arms around her waist as she started to cum. Her pussy started to contract around his cock and he knew he wasn't far behind her. With his forehead pressed against her back, he felt her nails dig into his knees as her whole body shook hard and she let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead. Her pussy was crushing his cock, pressing around it as she started sliding forward and back, whimpering continuously. His arms tightened around her waist as he attempted to thrust back into her while she rocked hard against him. "Virginia!" he groaned, his strong arms holding her tight as his forehead banged against her back. For a second he stopped breathing, feeling the tightness in his balls before he tensed and then shook, cumming deep inside of her as she kept rocking on him. His cock jerked inside of her and he moaned against her back. Her skin felt hot against his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. "Greg?" she whispered between pants. "Yes, Baby?" "Could you loosen your grip? You're gonna snap me in half." He immediately unlocked his arms from around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. "Sorry," he whispered. Virginia moved her legs out in front and leaned back against him, feeling his cock still inside of her. "Come back here," he said, pushing her forward until she slipped off his lap. She turned around and dropped herself into his outstretched arms. He pulled her down onto the couch and held her close. They lay there, looking at each other. Greg pushed her hair back from her face and smiled at her. "You're one hell of a woman, Virginia Wilder," he said, stroking her hair. There were so many things that he wanted to say, but he was afraid he'd scare her off. His fingers pushed back into the bow that was still stuck in her hair and he laughed. "That's gonna hurt when you pull it out," he whispered. "Then I guess it'll have to stay there until I shower, and I'll stand under the water until it falls out." She felt so relaxed, lying side by side, pressed firmly against him. Her hand rubbed his back as she gazed into his eyes. There were so many things she had never seen in them before, feelings that she didn't want to face; but she knew that she'd have to face them, and soon. There was no time to turn back, and the thought of that alone scared the hell out of her. For now she was just going to enjoy the afterglow of their lovemaking. She smiled; she had called it lovemaking and not sex, which meant she was in really big trouble. "What are you smiling for?" he asked. "I was just thinking that Francis Church was right." Greg reached down and pulled his overcoat up and over them. He snuggled against her. "When he said, 'Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus?' Is that what I've become to you, Virginia? A fat man without the red suit? A man who plays with elves and reindeer and only comes once a year and his wife isn't even around for it?" Virginia looked at him with mild amusement. "I can't wait until your blood heads back up to your brain." He grinned. "Tell me what Mr. Church said that made you smile." "When he said, 'He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus!' He was right, because tonight I once again feel like I have some kind of belief in the season. A faith of sorts, I guess." She looked at him and laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling; but it really does feel good to finally be able to tell someone about my pain, and to feel that they understand; maybe the awesome lovemaking didn't hurt either." Greg looked at her warmly. "He said something else that was equally true." "What's that?" "The next line: 'It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias.' I, for one, can not imagine my life with no Virginias in it." He pulled her close, pressing his lips against her forehead and feeling more than he had ever allowed himself to feel before. Maybe it was the scotch, or maybe it was the release of fantastic sex, but he didn't think it was either. "Virginia?" She looked up at him. "I know that in your proposal you stated that we were to... uhhh, what were those words? Oh, yah, 'fuck like bunnies and afterwards we go our separate ways.' But I'd like to renegotiate that point, please." "Tell you what," she said, stretching, "we can discuss it over breakfast." He smiled down at her as church bells outside rang the midnight hour. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead as they listened to each bell chime, holding each other tight. She sighed, her head resting on his shoulder as she listened to him recite what would become her favorite part from the famous 1897 editorial. "Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding." -END- Copyright 1998 MissBehavin@sprint.ca. 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