Turning around again, Bree straddled the girl and moved down further 'til she was
just above her waist, putting them in the classic 69 position. Bree, though, kept
her hips up in the air and away from the face beneath her--not expecting the girl
to do anything like that for her yet. As soon as she started her oral assault,
however, her lover leaned up and began to return the favour, startling Bree. She
lowered herself so that the girl could lay back and not have to stretch so far.
After only a few licks by the girl, Bree was surprised when she felt herself
experiencing a small, restrained climax. Just the thought of the girl's face
pressed up against her pussy was enough to send a delightful shiver down Bree's
spine. The girl's tongue was quite inexperienced, but Bree still had difficulty
concentrating on her own oral work early on, as she experienced a few minor
earthquakes while her lover practised on her pussy-licking skills. She was soon
on track again, though, and was able to once more take control of the girl by
sending her tongue into places that left her lover almost completely
incapacitated. Bree took to moving her hips and creating her own friction as the
girl just held out her tongue, too lost in her own ecstasy to do anything more
for Bree. Sensing that the girl was about have another climax, Bree used the
image of her lover's face in between her legs, along with the sensation of the
wet tongue running along her slit, to push herself over the edge just as the girl
fell with a lovely gasp off the same high cliff. Bree's paroxysms made her clamp
down on the girl's head, smothering her innocent face with her love juices. Her
lover's joy was just as strong, though, as Bree could feel the body beneath her
tense and hear strange erotic 'moans' coming from the girl's covered mouth. They
came down from their separate heights slowly, relaxing against each other as the
pleasure faded away into a pleasant memory.

With both of their orgasms finally ended, Bree stared at the vagina in front of
her, regarding it with wonder. Totally dry, and without a single drop of moisture
that Bree could see, it looked totally unaffected by any of their lovemaking.
Neither red nor engorged with blood, the lips hadn't changed their shape or
colour once. Investigating all around it, the flesh looked to be without
blemishes--its appearance almost reminding Bree of latex. Using just the tip of
her finger, Bree poked around inside, causing the object of her study to make
interesting noises of protest. "Hmm," she reflected quietly. "It's very smooth
inside--just like on the outside. No moisture at all." Bree ran her hand over the
skin that surrounded the girl's private parts, marvelling at the softness.
Finishing her inspection, she turned around and looked at her lover's face, and
chuckled. "Whereas I just make a mess," Bree remarked, gazing lovingly at the
erotic sight of her juices glistening on the girl's chin and lips. "Sorry about
that."

"I don't mind," the girl replied and then surprised Bree by running her tongue
across her upper lip. "It's quite a lovely taste actually."

"Why you little minx." Bree moved up and kissed her hard, then lay down beside
her. Wrapping her arms around the lovely body next to her, Bree sighed
contentedly. "I'm going to wake up tomorrow with the best Christmas present
anyone could hope for."

Bree let her head fall back on the pillow, and her tired body immediately made
itself known to her. The lovely ache that spread through her just seemed to
scream satiation, and she bathed in the afterglow of it. A yawn sounded next to
her, and a head snuck its way into the crook of her shoulder. Bree loved the way
it fit so nicely against her neck, and pushed her own head down against her lover
in response.

After laying like that for a bit, a thought suddenly occurred to her. "You *will*
be here tomorrow morning, won't you?" Bree asked worriedly.

"Yes. Of course I will."

"Good. I was scared for a sec there." Pause. "So how long do I have you for
anyway?"

"Like any Christmas present--you have me until you get bored with me. It's only
when you start taking the gift for granted that it loses its meaning, and is no
longer a gift."

"Then you'll be here for an awfully long time I think." Bree smiled to herself.
*Maybe forever*, she thought with an exciting chill.

But something still seemed to nag at the tip of her brain. Suddenly, like a bolt
out of the blue, it dawned on her. "I just realized that I never even asked you
your name," she said, embarrassed as she looked over at the beautiful face next
to her.

Smiling back, the beautiful face told her.