6 comments/ 17796 views/ 1 favorites Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown By: True North When your parents stick you with a name like Charlie Brown, the Christmas season can be somewhat... challenging. Even if it was a family name from long before Charles Schultz thought up his cartoon characters. For that reason, Charlie Brown, the guy, not the cartoon character, decided that this year there would be no lame trees, bad Christmas carols, shitty office party, Snoopy jokes, crappy Christmas pageants... For that matter, no gift giving, no shopping; hell, he wasn't even going to keep in touch over the holidays. With anybody. What he was going to, he'd decided, was get out of town, away from friends who couldn't resist Christmas TV special jokes and then visit friends and family in the New Year, after the "What do you want for Christmas, Charlie Brown" season was over. For 30 years, he'd put up with the jokes. But not this year. This year, he was headed for the mountains, where he'd booked a nice little chalet with a fireplace, a lot of quiet, and some quality cross-country ski trails virtually outside the door. He didn't even tell anybody at the office. He'd said, sure, he'd be at the office party, but then left the morning of that party. The highway out to the mountains had been clear and bare, the weather wasn't too frigid and the sun was shining. What could be better? Three hours later, he pulled in at the Coyote Mountain Chalets. He stepped out of his truck, looked around at the mountain towering above, at the few small log chalets with their steep pitched roofs, the steam rising off nearby Coyote Creek and at a couple of feet of good snow that seemed to cover pretty much everything in site. Charlie breathed in the fresh air, much fresher than in the city and suddenly noticed that something was missing. Then he realized what it was... noise. Just a few kilometres from the main road, Coyote Mountain seemed to absorb all sound around the accommodation operation. There were some cars in the parking lot, smoke was rising from several chalet chimneys and he heard a couple of ravens arguing about something, but it was quiet. Nice, he thought. This was nice. He walked over to the office, feet crunching in the snow, and stepped inside. "Hi," said a cute blonde with a big smile from behind the front desk. "Welcome to Coyote Mountain." "Thanks," said Charlie. "I've booked one of your chalets for a couple of weeks and I'd like to check in." "Certainly, sir, what's the name?" "Brown, Charles Brown," he offered. "Oh, sure, just a second please." The blonde quickly stepped into a back room and Charlie suspected she was barely stifling a giggle as she walked away. From the back room, he now did hear a giggle, some whispers and a not too quiet "Shhh". Then an attractive brunette stepped out of the room and walked to the desk. "Hello," she said, "Patty had some work to do in the back, but I can help you. I'm the manager here, my name's Lucy". She smiled at him. Shit, thought Charlie, here we freakin' go. "Right, got it. I'm Charlie and you're Lucy. Man, I've never heard that one at this of year before. Where's Snoopy, he must be around here somewhere?" The smile vanished. "I'm sorry..?" "You're sorry? I can't imagine why. I'm Charlie Brown, you're Lucy; I'm so tired of hearing these jokes at this time of year. Seriously, where's Snoopy?" The smile was replaced by a very frosty look and a blue-eyed glare. "Well, if you must know..." She whistled and a beagle came bounding out of the back room, barking. She bent and picked it up. "This," she said as the dog squirmed in her arms and licked her face, "is Snoopy." She stared at him. Charlie suddenly had a bad feeling. "Seriously?" "My name is Lucy. I'm the manager here. This is my dog, Snoopy." She turned and took a key from a hook on the wall. "You're in Chalet 6. Here's your key. Dial 9 to call out on the phone, there's wood stacked by Chalet 2 for your fireplace, the thermostat is behind the door when you walk in and there will be a complimentary bottle of wine on the table." She looked at him. "Please, enjoy your stay." Charlie watched as she carried the dog into the back room. "Ah." He decided there was nothing to be gained by trying to explain himself at that point, so he picked up the key, walked out to his truck and unloaded a bag and his ski gear into his chalet. The chalet was nicely laid out. Tiny and warm. A small kitchen, a queen-size bed with a colourful quilt on it, a couple of easy chairs, a TV in the corner, a wood burning stove with a fire laid in it, tile floors, bright red curtains and some painting of what appeared to be the surrounding mountains. As Lucy, which was no bullshit he now realized, had said, there was a bottle of red wine on the small dining table near the stove. Even better, it was a favourite B.C. wine. Charlie drove the five kilometres into town and picked up some groceries at a small store, filled up his truck with gas, bought some more wine at a boutique shop and headed back. It was getting late in the day, and darkening already, so he thought he'd split some wood for later, or in the morning. He changed into some jeans and a fleece jacket and walked down to chalet 2 and saw the wood piled in a shed, with an axe hanging from a hook on the wall. From the office, Lucy looked out through a frosty window at Charlie. She watched as he swung the axe, splitting the wood with some ease. As she gazed at him, she saw he was in jeans, which seemed to suit him, the jerk, and, when he took off the fleece jacket because chopping had apparently warmed him up, she could see he looked quite fit for a 30-ish guy from the city. For a couple of days, Charlie's routine was about the same. Breakfast, then out for a ski on a nearby trail. Lunch, with some wine on the chalet's tiny porch, and another ski loop. Chop some more wood before dinner, then maybe a hockey game on the tube in the evening. His cellphone was off, he'd left his laptop at home and nobody knew where he was. Seclusion. And, the place being so quiet, he found that, along with the exercise from skiing and chopping wood, he was sleeping like a baby. A guy could almost get used to this, he thought. While sitting in the mid-afternoon sun on his tiny porch, he'd noticed Lucy going about her business, Snoopy bounding along behind her. Apparently, she ran the place with only Patty and another blonde helping her. He'd also noticed her skiing back just as he was about to head out a couple of times. She looked very competent as a skier and in her tight-fitting ski gear, which would have done an Olympian proud, Charlie couldn't help but notice she looked damn fine. The next morning, as he was heading out to ski a loop, she was heading back in on the same trail. He stopped and she pulled up in front of him, panting from skiing hard. Charlie noted how her chest heaved and fell from her exertions and that up close, wearing black fitted ski clothing, she did indeed look fine. "Mr. Brown," she said, panting, the cold air making her breath swirl around her like smoke. A little steam rose from her body as she stood there. She must have really been going hard, thought Charlie. "I hope you're enjoying your stay with us." She started to ski past him. "Um, Lucy," he began. She stopped and looked at him through orange mirrored Oakleys. "I really have to apologize about the other day, the day I checked in? I thought you were putting me on when you found out my name was Charlie Brown and that you made up the Lucy bit. "When you get to be 30, you've heard all the Charlie Brown jokes and one-liners that everybody thinks are hilarious at Christmas time. I've just gotten really tired of all that. Again, my apologies." He stepped out of the track she was in and she moved past him. Looking back at him, she said, "Actually, Patty did think your name was a little funny at this time of year. I'll apologize for her, and then I guess we're even." She smiled. "Personally, I've always liked the Peanuts gang and that's why I named my beagle Snoopy. It's not original, but what better name could there be for him?" Charlie looked at her. The morning sun was now behind her, outlining her and highlighting the steam coming off her body. Hmm, he thought. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her smile was very bright when she smiled. "Good point. Anyway, he went to turn up the trail, I really thought I should apologize. It's not your fault I'm tired of the", he made quote marks with his gloved fingers, "Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown thing." Lucy looked at him and smiled. "I guess I can forgive you. Everything good with your chalet?" "Oh, it's perfect," he said. "I'm really enjoying it here. Um, you're out on the trail pretty early, I've noticed." "Have you?" She smiled at him again, noting his dark hair and that he was about six feet tall. "Well, it's a busy place most of the time and early is when nobody else is out and I can get in a few kilometres in before I start working. Have a good day, Mr. Brown." Charlie laughed. "Actually, you can feel free to call me Charlie, I think staying here has me over the whole TV cartoon thing." She laughed. "Well, as you know, you can call me Lucy. Oh, and by the way, if you like, there's a staff hot tub down by Chalet 12. We're short handed right now, because of the holiday, and nobody's really using it." "Thanks," he said, "I'll keep that in mind. Have a good day." "You too." They skied off in their different directions. It had snowed heavily overnight and Charlie woke early. He skipped breakfast, thinking he'd be the first one out on the trail. Carrying his skis to the start of the loop he'd been skiing, he saw that wasn't the case. Skis had already made tracks through the new snow. Likely Lucy, he thought. A few hundred metres in on the trail, he began an uphill section. He was sweating with the effort and it was snowing heavily again. He'd stopped, panting to catch his breath, when he saw a red blur coming at him down the slope. As she whizzed past, Lucy called out, "Morning, Charlie." He turned as she went past, bent at the waist, ski poles under her arms, the red of her Lycra pants tight across her ass. "Wow," he whispered. She was gone through the snow in an instant. "I could watch her ski away all day," he said to the trees. That night, Charlie watched the Oilers squeak out a win over the Kings; a rare win this year. Thinking the victory deserved a toast, he uncorked a Shiraz and poured a glass. He stretched in one of the easy chairs, then remembered what Lucy had said about the hot tub. After a few days of unaccustomed skiing, he was a little stiff and sore. A hot tub soak might be just the thing, he thought. Charlie pulled a swimsuit out of his bag that he'd brought with the idea of driving to a hot springs. That was a good hour's drive or more there and back, he thought, which made the hot tub sound even better. He stripped down, pulled on the swimsuit, tied a large towel around his waist, pulled on his coat and slipped into his hiking boots. Very stylish, he thought. Stepping out of his chalet, he was surprised how bright it was for 9 p.m. Looking up, though, he saw the moon was almost full and cast a cold, blue light over the snow. Over by the office, he noticed, someone had put a few hundred lights on couple of spruce trees. Festive. The multi-coloured display lit up the snow all around the office. For a moment, Charlie wondered if Lucy was in the office. He stepped back inside, picked up the Shiraz and his glass, then headed for where he thought Chalet 12 was. He found Chalet 12 and walked around it, discovering a hot tub in the rear. It was partially enclosed by a wooden fence and was an above ground model, which, he noticed as he walked to it, appeared to be wood-heated. That was cool. He could smell wood smoke and something else. As he approached, though, he noticed somebody was already in the tub and he detected a faint aroma of marijuana. "Hi there," came a voice from the tub. "Just hang your things from the pegs there on the fence." It was the blonde, Patty. He could barely see her head above the water. "Come on in, the water's fine," she giggled. As Patty watched, Charlie took off and hung up his coat and the towel, stepped onto a little boardwalk and kicked off his boots beside the small-ish four-person tub. "You don't mind?" "Nah, plenty of room," said Patty, looking him over. "Come in, Mr. Brown. I think I can fit you in." He placed his wine bottle and glass on a shelf built into the fence near the tub and as Charlie swung a leg over the side, Patty sat up to give him some room. As he moved to get in the tub, he found himself glancing down at Patty's black bikini top, which appeared to barely contain her breasts. He eased in, then sat down, slouching down so the water came up to his chin. "Ahhh." "Great isn't it," said Patty, watching him. With Charlie in the tub, Patty was now sitting on one of the seats in the tub, with her arms spread wide on the rim of the tub. "Sure is," he said, looking her over in the bright moonlight. Patty's hair was wet and steam was rising from it, while the water now covered about half of her bikini top. Nice, he thought; her breasts were buoyant in the water. "Just taking a quick dip," she said, smiling. "I'm working nights tonight." "Really? There's enough business for that?" "Oh, the boss insists somebody be on hand," she said. "Mostly, I watch TV and drink tea, but at least somebody is in the office." "Good point," he said, reaching for his wine. "Would you like some? I only have the one glass, though." "No, thanks. I've already had a relaxer." Ah, he thought, she must have been having a toke when he walked up. As Charlie sipped his wine, Patty sank under the water again and their legs touched. She didn't pull her leg away, he noticed. Neither did he. All was quiet and bright for maybe 15 minutes as they soaked. About the only sound he could hear was the fire in the tub's heater. Charlie found himself almost nodding off from the heat, the wine and the exercise earlier in the day. "Well, it's about time I got to the office," said Patty, suddenly. "I'll put some more wood on before I go, though, to keep the heat up for you." She hauled herself partly out of the tub and leaned well over the edge to pick up a piece of split wood near the heater. As Charlie watched, she bent to open the furnace door and push the wood in. Bent over the edge as she was, Charlie couldn't help but notice her ass was barely clad by her bikini bottom, which stretched tightly across her cheeks when she moved to add the wood to the furnace. Nice ass, he thought, very nice. As he sipped more wine, Patty stood up and the water barely reached her crotch. She looked down at him and smiled and he quickly gazed at her body, which was dripping water as it steamed from the cold air. Charlie felt a tent starting in his swimsuit. "See ya, Mr. Brown." The bikini bottom stretched again and her breasts almost fell out of her top as Patty got out of the tub and pulled on a terry robe. "Have a nice soak. Is that wood okay?" "Thanks, Patty. It's fine. Have a quiet night at work." He sunk in to his chin again, soaking up the heat of the tub, now hotter thanks to the wood Patty had put in the heater. As Patty headed for the office, she saw Lucy walking toward the tub with a robe pulled around her, a beer in hand. "Hi boss," she giggled and winked. "Your Mr. Brown is in the tub right now." Lucy looked at her. "He's not my Mr. Brown, what do you mean?" "Oh, I've seen you checking him out at the woodpile," said Patty. "And watching when he comes back from skiing." She stepped closer to Lucy. "And I'll tell you, he's no Pigpen," she whispered, then walked away. Lucy continued to the hot tub. "Good evening, Mr. Brown. I didn't know anybody was here. I could come back later..." "Hi Lucy. I preferred it when you called me Charlie earlier. I can make room." He watched as she took off her robe and hung it on a peg. Her long dark hair was again pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing what appeared to be black men's boxers and a white shorty T-shirt which barely covered her breasts. Damn, he thought sneaking more looks, what a body. Lucy put her beer on another shelf on the fence, sat on the edge of the tub and swung long, well-muscled legs into the water. She sunk in to her chin as well, basking in the sudden heat. She sighed and looked over at him. Charlie was sitting on the seat chest-deep and she could see he had well-muscled arms and shoulders and not too much hair on his chest. She watched as he took a sip of wine. His dark hair was plastered to his head from sweat from the tub. He smiled her way. "Long day?" "Usually. But tomorrow's a day off, so it's all good." "What do you do on days off? Ski? I see you're very good at it. Very" Lucy blushed a little. "Thanks. Yes, I ski pretty much every day once the snow starts. A few years ago, I was on the national cross-country ski team, the training kinda sticks with you." "You're not racing now?" he asked, interested. No wonder she was so damn fast and had such a good body. She's a real athlete. "No. About three years ago I injured my knee and I couldn't rehab it to the point where I used to be. That's why I'm working here now. My parents own the place, so it's a permanent job, and I can ski pretty much whenever I want." "They own it, but don't run it?" he asked. "Where are they?" "You've been in town for groceries?" she asked. "Yes." "Then you've been shopping in their grocery store. They own several small businesses around here." She reached for her beer and drank. A comfortable silence settled in, broken only by the popping of wood from the wood heater and occasional howling by coyotes. The bright moon was now overhead, casting a blue glow over everything. Charlie sipped his wine and watched as Lucy put her head back on the edge of the tub, eyes closed, and stretched across it so her toes gripped the other side. She now floated just under the surface. Charlie noticed her eyes were closed, so he was able to look more obviously at her. Her breasts pushed out of the water a bit, and her now wet T-shirt was pulled tightly across them, displaying her nipples in the moonlight. The tent was back in his swimsuit. Lucy eased open an eyelid slightly and saw him looking at her. She smiled to herself. Close by, Charlie noticed her shapely legs stretched across the tub and saw some scars on her right knee. The one she injured, he figured. "So Charlie," she said as she sank under, then sat up across from him, "what do you do for a living?" Their legs touched under the water. Neither of them moved their leg away. He looked at her, steam now rising from her as she sipped her beer again. With the moon so bright, he not only saw her nipples, but with the T-shirt soaked, had a good view of the outline of her breasts. He gulped. "Well," he said. "I'm a photographer. Freelance. Pretty much anything that you can take a picture of, I take pictures of." Man, he thought, I'd love to take a picture of you, right here and right now. "Sounds interesting. Sounds like you enjoy it." "Other than time in the office, yeah, I do really enjoy it." "I haven't seen you taking any pictures around here," she said. "I'm on a holiday. If I pulled out my camera, it'd be like work." He slid in deeper and their legs interlocked a bit in the close confines of the tub. She didn't pull away. "I understand. Most people, when they come here, actually get away from their daily life for a short time," she said. "We have a lot of return business." Charlie couldn't help but gaze at her body again. "I'm sure you do." "Well," she said, standing up. "I should get out now, I'm up early tomorrow for a ski." Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown Charlie watched as the water cascaded off her. "I should leave too," he lied. "I've been in here long enough, I think." He couldn't get up, though, or she'd see the tent in his swimsuit, which wasn't diminishing any with her standing there in the tub, body steaming. She swung her long legs over the edge, stepped into some flipflops and took her robe off the hook. "See ya then." She didn't put the robe on, just carried it with her and Charlie was compelled to slide across the tub and watch her walk away. "Wow," he found himself whispering again as he watched her dripping form disappear into the moonlight. Over the next couple of days, as Christmas approached, Lucy had taken groups from the chalets out on guided ski tours. Nothing too strenuous, they were for anybody staying at the operation. Charlie went along on a couple of them, more to watch Lucy as she skied than anything. He'd have preferred to ski by himself, but the scenery wasn't nearly as good, he'd decided, as when Lucy took a group out. On the day of Christmas Eve, Lucy again led a group of three skiers, Charlie among them, along a ridge above Coyote Creek. Charlie had managed to line himself up behind Lucy and he was able to follow her the whole time. As he'd thought several days earlier, he could watch her ski from behind all day long. Actually, he'd decided he could watch her behind all day long. As he worked hard and sweated to keep up with her, to keep her red Lycra-clad ass in sight, she'd called back, "Enjoying the view, Charlie?" He looked up at her and saw she wasn't looking back at him. No way she could have seen him watching her ass, he decided. "It's fantastic," he called ahead. "Really nice, it's a good view all along here." Ahead, Lucy smiled to herself. At one point a kilometre later, Lucy called back to say there was a nice viewpoint up ahead. She blasted away from the little group like the other three were standing still. She double poled away from them as effortlessly as if she was on top of the snow and not sinking in at all. Charlie dug in, doggedly skiing along, trying to keep her in sight while leaving behind the other older couple who were out with them. There was no chance, though, Lucy was just too powerful a skier. A couple of minutes later, though, as Charlie made it up a short slope to where the trees opened out above the creek, he saw her waiting for them. Unlike Charlie, Lucy wasn't even breathing hard. In fact, today she wore a short bomber jacket, he guessed because she wasn't staying as warm as usual by skiing with lesser types like himself. He'd taken off his jacket and stuffed it in a pack a while back, as he was overheating. As Charlie approached her, Lucy had already done a 180 in preparation for a ski back along the creek on a different trail. Head down, panting and sweating, Charlie was poling toward her, trying to keep his skis in the set grooves, when the two collided. The impact caught Charlie by surprise and he almost toppled backward. Lucy's arms were around him suddenly, to steady him. She'd skied back toward him and managed to place her skis between his as he moved toward her. At the moment, they were a tangle of skis, poles and arms. "Damn," he breathed. "Sorry, didn't know I was so close already." She was only slightly shorter than he was and their faces were close together. Lucy smiled at him. "No problem, Charlie Brown," she said with a grin. "I'm just glad you're enjoying the view out here so much." Charlie blushed and was glad his face already felt flushed from the exertion. "It is a beautiful area." "Oh, I know," she said. "There are always good views out here." She freed one of her hands and tipped up her mirrored Oakleys, gazing at him with vividly blue eyes. Then she reached and tipped Charlie's sunglasses up on his forehead. Warm hazel colour, she noted, nice. Putting her arms around him again, she kissed him, her lips warm and her nose cold against his. Surprised, Charlie kissed her back enthusiastically. She pulled her mouth from his. "I've gotten kind of used to you being around, Charlie Brown. And your skiing has improved a lot. Although it's been a little hard to tell because you always seem to be behind me." She smiled at him, then kissed him again. Charlie now struggled to put his arms around Lucy, finally tossing off his ski poles to free his arms and pull her close. He knew now she knew he'd been checking her out the whole time. He kissed her lightly, then pulled back. "What can I say, I really like the view from where I've been skiing." She laughed and bent to kiss again, this time their tongues touched. In the midst of another long kiss, they heard the other couple approaching. Lucy broke off the kiss and backed away from Charlie. "We'll give them a few minutes to catch their breath, then we'll head back," she said, flashing a bright smile again. "Sounds good. Actually, I think I need a little more time to catch my breath myself." He smiled back at her and they both tipped their sunglasses back down. The ski back to the chalets was uneventful and, at the trailhead in site of the buildings, everybody removed their ski equipment before heading in different directions. Charlie watched as Lucy bent to take off her skis. Knowing he was watching her, she looked back at him and smiled. She gave a little red wiggle, stood up, picked up her skis and walked off to the office. Charlie carried his equipment to his chalet and stood his skis and poles outside the door. Now that, he thought, thinking of Lucy's lips on his, was a superior day. Out of supplies, Charlie jumped in his truck and headed for the village for groceries and some more wine. After helping keep Lucy's family in business to the tune of $150 in food and wine, he drove back to his chalet as darkness fell. Driving into the parking area, he noted more trees had been emblazoned with lights. The place now looked like a Christmas card, he thought. Suitable for Christmas Eve. After putting together a spicy chicken quesadilla, Charlie drank some wine with it and turned on a hockey game on the TV. He kicked back in an easy chair and, with the game droning in the background, nodded off. A short time later, he woke up and noticed the fire had burned down to coals in the fireplace. He also noticed he hadn't brought in any wood for an evening's fire. Crap, he thought, I need more wood. Either that or just turn up the thermostat. No, he decided, he was in the mountains, he had a fireplace and there was a wood supply a short distance away. Setting his glass down, he grabbed a flashlight from a table near the front door and made his way to the woodpile. It was too dark to be able to split wood, but he searched around with the flashlight until he found an armload of bits that had been split by others. As he walked back to his chalet, he noticed a steamy presence he immediately recognized as Lucy, walking past the chalets from the hot tub. She had a robe over a shoulder and a bottle of wine and a glass in one hand. She was wearing the shorty T-shirt and black boxers again, Charlie noticed. Nice. They met in front of Charlie's Chalet 6. "Hi Charlie. Nice evening," she said, looking around at the surroundings, brightly lit by a now full moon. "Ran short of firewood, did you?" Her still damp T-shirt was again stretched tightly across her breasts and Charlie noticed she had goosebumps all over as she stood in the cool night air. She steamed. "Hi Lucy. It is nice. I see you've been in the hot tub." She leaned a little closer and Charlie faintly smelled the wine on her breath. "Mm hmm. Hot tub and wine and a full moon." She stood looking at him and shivered. "You look cold," he said. "Maybe you should put your robe on; either that or go back to the tub to warm up. Or," he shifted the wood in his arms, "you could open my door so I can dump this firewood. I could maybe even join you." "Maybe," she said, and walked to his door to hold it open for him. He pushed past her, brushing a wet T-shirt covered breast with his arm as he did. He dropped the wood by the fireplace, then turned back to the door, where Lucy was backlit by the moonlight. Her body was sharply outlined by the light, which cast her face in shadow. "Or, I could get this fire going again and you could join me for a glass of wine here." He couldn't see her face, only the steam from her hair in the moonlight. "Maybe, but I'd have to get out of these wet clothes." "No problem. You can change into your robe, or, if it's wet, you can put mine on." "Well, I am pretty wet," she said, and giggled. "And I did finish off this wine." She held up the bottle and glass. Making up her mind, she stepped inside and closed the door. She crossed the room close to him en route to the bathroom. She handed him the bottle and her empty glass and closed the bathroom door. Charlie stared at the door for a moment, then knelt in front of the fireplace to throw more wood on the coals. As the wood caught and flared to life, he walked to the table and filled Lucy's glass with red wine. He took their glasses, placed them on a table near the couch and flopped onto it. His mind wandered to the bathroom, where he couldn't help but imagine Lucy getting out of the clingy wet clothes and into the fleecy bathrobe. He stared into the fire and sipped his wine. Moments later, Lucy stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in his bigger bathrobe and with a towel wrapped around her hair. She looked at the now blazing fire, which offered the only light in the room, and walked past him to also sit on the couch. She picked up her glass and sipped. "Good idea Charlie. I was getting all pruney in the hot tub anyway. Can't have the skin get too dried out." Charlie looked over at her. Her robe had fallen open slightly and he was treated to a dim glimpse of bare breast. "Should I turn on a light?" he asked. "Or is this okay?" "Mmm," she purred. "This is perfect. Good wine and a nice fire," she turned to look at him, "and nice company. What could be better?" "Very true," he said, and bent to pour more wine. He held up the bottle. "More?" "Mmm, yes please." She held out her glass and moved closer to him; her robe opened a little further. Charlie filled her glass and gazed down at a nearly uncovered breast. He swallowed. "Something wrong, Charlie Brown?" Funny, he thought, he wasn't minding the way Lucy went on with the Charlie Brown thing. She looked down at where he was looking, then looked back at him and smiled. He smiled back at her and sipped his wine. As he looked at her, she looked him in the eyes and slipped a hand inside her robe to cup her breast. Charlie froze with his glass at his lips. His eyes were glued to Lucy's hand and he watched as she opened the robe even more and fondled herself. She moaned quietly and reached up to take the towel from her hair and toss it on the floor. My God, he thought. Her breast was full and firm; firm like the rest of her body, from what he'd seen. As he watched, she closed her eyes and squeezed and kneaded herself. Charlie reached to set his glass on the table. Lucy stopped fondling and also reached to set her glass on the table. She looked at him, gathered her legs under her and turned to face him on the couch. Looking into his eyes, she opened her robe further to bare her breasts. In the dim light, he stared at the full, firm orbs before him. He looked into her eyes and then bent to take a nipple between his lips. Lucy shivered as he tasted her nipple. He sucked it between his lips and touched it with his tongue. As he teased her nipple, he moved a hand to her other breast and fondled her. Her breast more than filled his hand and he felt her nipple firm against his palm. He let go of her breast with his mouth and looked up her. Lucy's eyes were closed and she took his head in her hands and pulled him back to her. He slowly mouthed each nipple, back and forth, wetting them with his tongue, then pulling his mouth back to blow cool air over them. Lucy moaned and played with his hair. Charlie got onto his knees and looked at her face. Placing a hand on each breast, he kissed her as she opened her mouth to him and put her arms around his neck. He slipped his hands inside her robe and put his arms around her, pulling her close. He hardened in his jeans. They kissed for a time, exploring each other's mouth with their tongue. As Lucy moved to unbutton Charlie's shirt, he reached to undo the knot of her robe, so that it fell open completely. She pushed him away slightly, opened his shirt and pushed it back on his shoulders. He dropped his arms to allow the shirt to fall off. Lucy ran her hands over his chest, touching his nipples, running her fingers over his belly. She scrunched down and kissed a nipple, then licked it. Charlie moaned, her warm lips felt so good. Still on her knees on the couch, Lucy pushed Charlie back against the arm. Sprawled back, he watched as she looked down at him and opened her robe wide. The firelight played over her body; full breasts, flat belly, shaved pussy. She was completely bare and her long hair fell down in front of her. "Wow," he whispered as he ran his eyes over her body. She smiled down at him. "Thank you, Charlie Brown." With Charlie sprawled back against the arm of the couch, Lucy knelt between his legs and reached for the waist of his jeans. She undid his belt, then the button, then reached for his zipper. She licked her lips as she eased his zipper down over the fullness of his cock beneath. "Lift." He planted his foot on the floor and lifted his ass as she pulled his jeans down. Then she eased his boxers down, baring his cock which now stood at attention. Lucy sat back on her haunches and looked down at Charlie's cock, her hands on her thighs. The firelight made the veins stand out and she could see his foreskin pulled back to bare the head. He felt self conscious as she gazed at his hardness, her head tilted to the side. But she smiled, then reached to take him in hand. She wrapped her fingers around him and held him firmly. "Nice," she whispered, squeezing him a little. As Charlie watched, she began slowly stroking him, gazing at his cock as she did. She smiled and tilted her head to the other side as she slowly stroked. He felt about as hard as he'd ever been and the slow stroking was driving him crazy. As a drip of pre-cum oozed, Lucy looked him in the eye, smiled, then bent to touch the tip of her tongue to his head. She licked the pre-cum, then straightened. "Yum." She reached for her wine glass on the table, stood up and drank it down. He looked up at her standing there, well toned, long legs. She looked down at him and knelt on the floor beside the sofa. "Let's get these off." She pulled his pants and boxers down his legs and off over his feet. She tossed them on the floor as he stretched his legs out, then looked him over, naked on the couch. Firms calves, muscular thighs, cock rising out of dark pubic hair. Dark hair on his chest ran down his belly and drew a line toward his cock. She could tell he felt a little uncomfortable with her looking at him, but it had been a while since she had had a man, a while since she'd looked a naked body over. She ran her hands over his legs, circled his cock, then ran her fingertips over his belly and chest. He moaned as she looked down and ran her hands and fingers over him. Feeling more comfortable now, he put his hands behind his head and watched her. As the fire crackled, Lucy bent and licked into his belly button, her hair brushing his cock as she did. One hand was on Charlie's thigh, the other over a nipple. She kissed his belly and worked her way upward. She kissed him on the lips, barely brushing them, then kissed her way back down. She kissed him at the base of his cock and rubbed her cheek against him. She straightened and smiled at him, then bent and took the head of his cock between her lips. Charlie squirmed as he felt her warm lips wrapped around him. He felt like he could cum right then and moaned. Lifting his head with his hands, Charlie watched as Lucy took his cock deeper into her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she slowly she enveloped him, moving her lips down his shaft until her nose was in his pubic hair. Lucy held him like that, feeling him filling her mouth, his cock warm on her lips and against her tongue. "Mmmmm," she moaned into him. Charlie could feel her breathing through her nose into his pubic hair as she kept him fully in her mouth. "Damn, Lucy, that feels good," he whispered. "Mmm, hmmm." Keeping Charlie in her mouth, she pressed her tongue against him and kept him there until she almost gagged. Feeling the gag reflex approaching, she popped off him, then licked her spit from his head. She looked at him and smiled, then licked her lips. "Oh my." She looked at his cock again and licked her lips. It was tempting to stay at it, but she was wet... Instead, she stood up and looked down at him again, hands on her hips. "Are you okay, Charlie Brown?" Lying there, he looked up at her, statuesque, her hair falling over one shoulder now. Damn she was beautiful. "I'm more than okay." His eyes moved lower. Her legs were spread and her pussy was in a shadow from the firelight. But her skin there was completely, beautifully smooth. He reached to touch her. She put a foot up on the sofa on the other side of his body, spreading herself. Charlie touched her thigh, then ran his hand upward, feeling her shiver as he did so. Touching her lips, he felt the wetness there and slipped a fingertip between them. He ran his fingertip back and forth between her lips. She was wet and warm and his finger slid easily along the smooth skin. Looking up at her as she looked down at him, he smiled widely and eased a finger into her. She gasped as he pushed in to his knuckle. Then, as she had with his cock in her mouth, he simply held his finger deep inside her, feeling the warmth and the wet. Nice, he thought. Damn, this was nice. Lucy began fondling her breasts as Charlie began fingering her as she stood over him. Slowly, so slowly, he worked his finger in and out of her pussy. He could feel her tighten around his finger as he worked it in and out. As he gazed over Lucy's body, he could see goosebumps. He held his finger still inside her. "Getting cold?" She looked down at him, breasts in her hands, and nodded. He looked over at the fire, which had almost burned back down to coals. "I need to put more wood on," he whispered. He slowly withdrew his finger and, as she watched, licked it. She smiled. As he stood up, she wrapped her arms around, then he around her. They stood there, his cock pressed against her bell her head on his chest, sharing their warmth. Though he hated to, Charlie stepped away and bent to the fire to gather some wood. He placed in on top of the coals, then leaned in to blow on it and spark it to new life. As the flames began to lick at the newly-placed wood, he stood up and turned to face Lucy. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled. They moved into each other's arms again and he bent to her ear. "Now what?" he whispered as the fire crackled in the hearth. She put her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes to place her mouth near his ear. "Now," she whispered back, "you fuck me." She pushed away from him then, and reached for a quilt that was folded on the back of the sofa. Kneeling, she spread it on the floor a few feet away from the fireplace as he watched. She then reached for a cushion off the sofa and tossed it on the floor. Then, looking at him, she lied down, head on the pillow, and spread her legs wide. Charlie looked down and could only shake his head as he gazed at her body now lit by the brightly burning fire, so ready for him. He took another pillow and knelt between her legs. "Lift," he whispered. Lucy lifted her bottom and he slid the pillow under her bum. Placing a hand on either side of her, he bent to kiss her and as he did, pressed the head of his cock against her lips. Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown "Ohhhh," she moaned into his mouth. Still kissing, he eased into her, feeling her lips part as he entered her. He pressed deeply into her as they kissed and she wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles. Breaking the kiss, he raised himself up on his arms and looked down at her. Her eyes were open and he began moving slowly in and out of her. They continued looking into each other's eyes as they eased into a comfortable rhythm. As he moved in and out of her, she pulled herself to him with her legs. Lucy put her hands on his arms and raised her head to look between their bodies as he fucked her. Charlie saw her looking between them and he dropped his head to look as well. In the light of the fire, he caught glimpses of his cock moving in and out of her body. She was so wet he was gliding easily and moving deeply enough inside her to touch her with his balls when he went in. Lucy moaned loudly and tightened her legs around him and squeezed his arms with her hands. He speeded up a little and they moved in rhythm together. He fucked her as she used her legs to pull him in deep and he watched as her breasts moved in circular motions as they fucked. Her nipples pointed at him and at times he dipped his head to give them a little lick. After long moments of blissful fucking, Lucy knew she was about ready to cum. Charlie could feel things building as well. She looked up at him. "Fuck me, Charlie. I need to cum now." He looked down and smiled. "Me too." He spread his knees wider and dug them into the quilt and began moving in and out of her body faster as Lucy clamped her legs around him even tighter. Her legs were very strong and she pulled him deep inside. They kept fucking and, with the fire burning brightly nearby, sweat broke out on Charlie's forehead and dripped onto Lucy. As she was about to cum, Lucy saw that his forehead was bathed in sweat. "Fuck me, Charlie, fuck me," she cried. "Mmmmm." His cock throbbing madly and his balls aching, Charlie plunged in and out of Lucy as fast and hard as he could, almost lifting her ass off the pillow when he went in. They were both panting from their exertions, moaning loudly and, after a few more strong thrusts, Charlie came as Lucy squeezed him with her pussy. As soon as he began cumming in her, Lucy came too, and he could feel her pussy pulsing as her thighs squeezed him tightly. As he came, he pushed deep inside and stayed there, emptying his cum into her as she squeezed him and bucked against him. As he throbbed inside her, his cock drained he looked down at Lucy as she smiled up at him. She could feel him throbbing inside and she squeezed him with her pussy. Staying inside her, Charlie eased down to lie on her, her breasts against his chest. Lucy wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. With his head against hers, Lucy squeezed him tighter still and whispered, "Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown."