8 comments/ 116248 views/ 9 favorites Elf Pleasure By: damppanties A big thank you to Uncle Meat for going through this story and editing out all my stupidities and putting in the good things. * * * * * * * * * * "Get. Set. Aaaand... GO!" People scurried off in different directions, looking for the gifts hidden around the house. Kelly leisurely downed the last of her drink, and only then did she stroll away. The host was beginning to give her polite, interested looks. Well, she could pretend to join the treasure hunt even if she couldn't cook up much enthusiasm for the childish game. She shouldn't have come to this party anyway. She had a deadline for a magazine article on Monday, and all this time she was wasting could be put into that article. The editor would gladly chew her head off if she was late this time. Amy, her roommate, had dragged her here under the assumption that she would enjoy a little fun and cheer on Christmas Eve, especially as she had been moping around the apartment since Alex dumped her. Kelly stumbled going up the stairs. God! These high heels were killing her. No idea why she allowed Amy to talk her into wearing them. She wasn't used to them. And the stupid red skirt. It was so short that it was almost indecent. Well okay, other people her age had been wearing the same thing, but she was not really comfortable in clothes that didn't do a good job of covering her. She promised herself that she would stay another half hour and then she could leave without causing offence. Up the stairs and she came to a little terrace that was barred by a door with fancy metal work. Unlike the rest of the house, it was not lighted like a bloody Christmas tree. She took the absence of lights and the barred door to mean that the guests weren't supposed to go there, so she promptly opened the door and entered. At least she would be alone. Closing the door quietly behind her, Kelly wandered onto the dark terrace. As her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, she saw a long settee in the far corner. She walked over to it and flopped down. Very comfortable. She massaged her aching back and kicked off the heels, lying down contentedly. A few minutes later she turned onto her side to get into her usual position of knees tucked up to her chin, when her eyes caught something glittering in the other corner. She stared for a minute at the place, wondering whether she had been mistaken. No. There it was again. Kelly debated whether to get up from the comfortable spot and prod into what was there or just let it be, but curiosity won. Slipping her feet into those blasted heels, she made her way over to it. Oh No! It was a present. The very thing she had tried to get out of. She fumed for a bit on her rotten luck and wondered whether to pretend she had never seen it. But, well, curiosity prompted, and she got down to opening the damn thing. It was quite large, almost up to her waist. It was wrapped in shiny paper; that was what had glinted at her. She picked at the cello tape with her nails, but got frustrated with the time it was taking and tore open the wrapping. A box inside with a vertical opening on the side facing her. Kelly laid the box down on its side and opened it. "About time, really. I swear I was going to suffocate in there." Kelly jumped back. A little chocolate-coloured arm poked out of the box and then a little... something... got out. Kelly thought about backing away a little more. If only her legs would obey her. The Thing looked around and spied Kelly. Then It gave her the sweetest smile ever. Without thinking too much, Kelly smiled back. This probably encouraged the little thing because it started to speak in a child-like voice. "Hi. I'm an elf. You know, those things that help Santa with the presents and everything? And it's such a tiresome job too." It looked a little sad. "That's why I decided to do this," It whispered, bowing Its head. "Do what?" Kelly asked. It looked at her. "Well, run away," It mumbled. "I wrapped myself up in this box – I should have used a bigger one now that I come to think of it - and how I got here is a long story better left untold." Kelly was quiet. She didn't know what to say. She tried to remember how much she had to drink. "I'm Fabian." It was looking up at her shyly and one little hand was offered to her. She took it and shook it. "Are dwarfs called Fabian? I mean, don't they have cuter names? Like Pookie and Cuddles and things like that?" It looked offended. "I'm not a dwarf," it shot out indignantly. "I'm an elf. Elves are different. Dwarfs are... well, dwarfs. And what's wrong with being called Fabian?" "Err... nothing. Nothing, of course. It's just that it's a kind of a grown up name." "Well, I'm grown up too." Fabian pulled himself up to his full height. Which was about half of Kelly's. "Yes. I can see that." Kelly was having a hard time believing this. But what the hell? She would play along. "So, umm... there's Santa Claus?" she asked. Fabian glanced to his left and right with horror. "Where?" he squeaked. "Oh no. Not here. I mean, does he exist?" She could see that she had offended him again. "Of course he does. Do you actually think the things you were told as a kid were untrue? I wonder why all you grown-ups have to deny his existence. I think it's got something to do with power and control. You don't like anything magical. You like to think you're the boss. The ones who can buy presents and give them to people and hog all the love and affection from them. Why can't somebody else do the same? What do you have against Claus anyway?" Fabian stood glaring at her. He seemed to be waiting for an answer. "Well, I don't know. I hadn't thought about it much. I guess he could exist but then everybody says..." she trailed off. The only response was a disparaging 'Humph'. "I hadn't believed in elves either but now I do," Kelly offered, and that seemed to mollify him a little. He gave her a half-smile. "I'm sorry if I sound surly. Being cooped up in a box for... I guess it's been three days... it does take its toll on you. And then I was so afraid that someone crazy would open this box and think I was evil or something and try to kill me. You have to worry about these things nowadays. I mean, mankind has gone wild. They can't stomach anything magical these days." Fabian stopped speaking and gave her a shy look from under his eyelashes. "And well, I had also been hoping I'd be opened by a pretty girl." Kelly blushed. "Th... thank you. I really don't know if I could be called pretty." "You are," Fabian insisted. "And thank you for opening me. If there's anything I can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask." "You're welcome. I don't think there's anything..." "Ummm... there's something you could ask for. I don't know how to tell you really." Fabian seemed embarrassed. Kelly's curiosity was piqued. "What? You can tell me. It's okay." "Well... it's just that I know about you." "What do you mean you know about me?" Kelly was puzzled. "Don't take this the wrong way Kelly. I kind of know that you've split up with your boyfriend and well, you're lonely... and that you... errr... you know, do things when you're alone." Kelly felt the heat creep all over her, and she was sure she would be a nice shade of crimson by now. She was thankful that the terrace was dark. She decided to play dumb and hoped, oh how she hoped, that this part of the conversation would just go away. "What do you mean things?" she whispered. She prayed that he wasn't talking about that. "You... errr... pleasure yourself. When you're alone. It's nothing to be ashamed of really. I know you are not a person who would sleep around casually and then what else can you do when Alex leaves you? There has to be a release. It's quite okay to do it." Kelly was shocked. A minute passed, during which she opened and closed her mouth like a stunned goldfish. "Well," she said and stopped. "Well," she tried again. "You... you know it? I know it's not bad but you don't really expect somebody to know something that personal about you. How did you know anyway?" "Oh Kelly! I'm an elf, remember? A magical creature. I know all sorts of things. For instance, the host down there was lusting after you and was imagining all sorts of kinky adventures featuring you and him." "Ewww... okay. Fine. But can you please not tell me?" Kelly was thoroughly disgusted. "He's married!" she added as an afterthought. "As if that would stop him," murmured Fabian, half under his breath. "Well anyway. I know about your, ahem... self pleasure, and what I was saying was that maybe if I could help you out there, I would really like that." Kelly looked at him suspiciously. "Is this for real?" she asked nobody in particular. "What do you mean - help me out there?" she asked. "Well, you know, I could give you some loving which would really take you into ecstasy, and beyond; if you'd like that, that is," he said casually. Kelly was speechless. This elf was offering to...? No. It couldn't be. "You have understood me perfectly Kelly," he said. And when she stared at him, "I can read your thoughts." Suddenly Kelly felt vulnerable. Someone who knew so much about her and could read her thoughts too would have a lot of ammunition with which to hurt her. And Kelly had learnt that people did use those things to hurt you when you expected it the least. She closed her eyes and was about to refuse when Fabian spoke up again. "You don't need to fear me Kelly. I just want to help you. Heck, I'm in the business of making people happy. I like doing it. You can consider this a one time thing – unless you want more; but we'll talk about that when we come to it. Right now, I promise I'll only do what you want me to do. And I'll know when, and if, you want me to stop. I will stop. Promise." Another thought crossed Kelly's mind. She couldn't have sex with an elf, for God's sake! He was... well, he was a totally different species! She looked at the child-like chocolate coloured thing standing in front of her and almost made up her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted again. "Ummm... excuse me. We will not be having sex as such. I mean, I will just see to it that you are sated. There are other ways Kelly." Her befuddled brain was past thinking about other ways right then, so he clarified. "Oral sex." By now Kelly was in a daze, and she was beginning to have severe doubts about whether this was for real. Fabian seemed to be waiting for a decision, but she had almost convinced herself that she was dreaming or hallucinating and that it would be really silly of her to reply to a proposition from a figment of her imagination. She turned to go. He caught her wrist from behind. "You know you want it, Kelly," he whispered. And then she felt herself being propelled to the couch, where she was gently made to sit down. Fabian kneeled in front of her and reverently parted her legs. The heels had elevated her legs a little, so her knees spread wider than if she hadn't been wearing them. With a glance at her, Fabian folded Kelly's red mini-skirt up to her waist and started licking the inside of her knees. Short, wet wipes with his smooth tongue, and Kelly started to enjoy it. If this was a dream, it was going on too nicely and she wasn't in a real hurry to come out of it. She leaned back onto her elbows on the wide couch and closed her eyes. Fabian swept his hands up and down the back of her legs, from her ankle to the back of her knees. The touch was light. His hands were perfectly smooth. Nothing like a man's rough palms. The gliding hands and licking tongue on her legs excited Kelly and she could feel herself getting wet down there. She thrust herself down imperceptibly. He understood and started moving up ever so slowly with his tongue. The hands moved up to where his tongue had been a moment ago and Kelly was overcome with the anticipation of what was to come. Get on with it, she wanted to shout, but this sweet torture was something else altogether. When he got to the panties covering her pussy, he tickled her with a pointed tongue and a current shot through Kelly. She shivered convulsively. Her elbows gave away and she fell down backwards onto the settee. Her hands went to her nipples which had begun to poke out through the top she was wearing. She played with them almost impatiently, rubbing and pinching them with her fingers. Fabian had thoroughly soaked her panties with his saliva, and now he traced her pussy lips with his finger, all the while blowing warmly onto the sodden cloth covering it. The effect was incredible. Kelly raised her hips off the couch and pushed herself toward his finger. "Ohhh God! Yessss." "You like that, Kelly?" "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." She repeated that word like a mantra as Fabian's finger became harder and more insistent. Kelly's hands worked feverishly on her breasts. Kneading, pulling, squeezing. Her hips moved on their own accord, seeking, moving toward more of Fabian's touch. It wasn't enough. She was crazed by her escalating senses and needed more. "Fabian, please," she panted. "More?" he asked. "Yesssss," she hissed out between clenched teeth. "Glad to oblige," he quipped as he proceeded to move the thin, soaked material of her panty to one side and expose her to the cool night air. She squirmed as the coolness hit her but Fabian's fingers were there instantly there. Rubbing her and providing the warmth. He bent down to her smooth, shaved pussy and licked it all over once before settling his mouth down on her clit. Taking the tiny thing into his mouth, he started to lick and suck it alternatively. Simultaneously, two of his fingers entered her dripping pussy and Kelly's hips started moving immediately to the in out rhythm he established. It wasn't long before the easy rhythm changed into frenzied thrusts and Kelly felt a tightening in her lower stomach, a sign of impending orgasm. She screwed her eyes shut tightly and concentrated on the different emotions bombarding her. The feel of the hard fingers going in and out of her. The delicious suction and subsequent lapping at her clit. Her hands working furiously at her breasts. The tightening in her stomach turned into a feeling like she was being sucked inwards. A mighty vacuum built up inside her, and Kelly's whole body tensed for a second before she felt as if she were blown apart from inside. Energy raced through her veins, reaching throughout her entire body. Every pore seemed alive, and her pussy convulsed around Fabian's fingers repeatedly with the effect of the powerful orgasm. The feeling died slowly and the energy crept out of her limbs, replaced by a sweet lassitude. Kelly didn't know how long she lay there like that. She was brought back to her senses when a faint breeze made her realise that she was lying there uncovered, and she hastily got up and adjusted her clothing. Fabian was sitting some distance away, watching her. She felt almost naked with the way he was scrutinising her. They had just had something very personal, and she was not used to the rituals afterwards. Alex, her ex, had always moved away or gone to sleep. She wrapped her arms around herself and stared at the ground. "You are beautiful, Kelly." It was in the most sincere voice she had ever heard. "Thank you," she whispered. "I..." Fabian paused, probably unsure of how to put it. "I hope you liked it." "Yes." She paused. "Yes, I did. Thank you." "I should be thanking you for letting me," he said. "Elves just get off on giving others happiness," he said with a trace of humour in his voice. "And that was the best display of pure bliss that I have ever seen," he added more sincerely. "Thank you." Kelly looked up at him. "I don't know what to say, Fabian. This is just so... so..." she seemed at a loss for words. She shrugged and shook her head from side to side with her inability to verbalise the incredible situation. "I know. I know it's hard to believe. You don't even have to believe it if you don't want to. Just think of it as a good dream tomorrow." Kelly sat there with her arms wrapped around her and mulled it over. "What if..." she started. "...I want to... errr... meet you again?" The elf smiled. "You just have to call me. Speak out my name and I'll know. Elves have this ability, you know. Just like I can read your mind, I'll hear you when you call me, wherever I am. And I'll come. I promise." With that, Fabian took one long look at her, turned and skipped away into the darkness. Kelly shivered in the cool night air, and then slowly walked back into the noise and normality of the party. * * * * * * * * * * Hi, Hope you liked the story. Votes and feedback are always appreciated. Every feedback with a return email address will receive a reply. I like talking to readers. Please do write. :) -DP. Elf Pleasure: Amy "Is there any more chocolate-chip?" Kelly watched as Amy searched through the freezer. She looked unkempt, straight out of bed, her hair sticking out in all directions. "Have you brushed your teeth?" "No." Amy continued searching for the ice cream. Okay. She'd have to be cruel to be kind, Kelly decided. "I think you've gained a few this past week. Have you been on the scales lately?" Amy's hand stilled for a moment, but then started rummaging again, hesitantly. "I don't care really," she muttered. Suddenly, she banged the freezer shut and sank down on a kitchen chair. "Oh my God! I do! I do care! How can I not care? I have to care!" she wailed, before burying her face in her hands. Kelly hurried to envelop her in a hug. She didn't know what to do to ease her friend's distress. With Christmas around the corner, all the shit that Amy was going through was making her even more depressed. She didn't like looking at Amy destroying herself like this, which is why she'd hidden the half-finished carton of chocolate chip last night. Amy was gaining weight - and it showed. This was good in a way because Kelly had always thought Amy was too skinny, but it could mean cancelled contracts for her as a runway model. Amy didn't need that right now. She had to have all the confidence she could get. Comfort food was good, but so much? Bad. "What am I going to do Kelly?" Amy's muffled voice found its way out from between her hands. "How about a nice green salad?" Kelly strove for some humour. "Or... how about pigging out on yoghurt and grapefruit?" She rubbed her hands across Amy's back soothingly. Amy sniffled. "You're a good friend Kelly." She sighed. "I don't know what I'd do without you." "Yes, well, you don't have to think about that really. I'm here and I'm running your life for the next few days until you're better, ok?" Amy chuckled. "Do I have any say in what happens to me?" Kelly smiled. "Some." "I'd like to eat but not put on weight." Kelly rolled her eyes. "I said I'm running your life, which means you do what I tell you to. It doesn't mean I can turn nature around to keep you skinny even though you stuff your face. Try again. Concentrate on it being something doable this time." "Hmmm... how about finding a couple of hot men who'd give me mind-blowing orgasms?" Kelly's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" Amy laughed. "Of course not, silly. This whole mess I'm in, it's because of a guy. If that swine hadn't left me to run off after that skank...." She took a deep breath. "Right now I want all of them dead. Wiped off the face of this earth. Incinerated." Amy cocked her hands in a gun shape and made bzzt bzzt noises while pointing them as if men were nothing but flies who could be eradicated as easily as flies that had found themselves in intimate contact with one of those electrical current fly traps. "God, this could be so satisfying!" she whooped. Kelly was relieved. Amy was sounding a little like her old self. "Yeah. Death to all men! Who needs them anyway? But you know..." she continued slowly, "...they're kind of good for orgasms." Amy made a face. "Nah. I could do that without them too." And with that she tromped off to the bathroom. All this talk about mind-blowing orgasms had given Kelly the niggling of an idea. She didn't know if she should do it, hell, she didn't know if she could, but she would try. She remembered the last time she'd had a break-up. It was two years ago this Christmas, and she remembered how broken-hearted she had been. Fabian had come into her life then, and had made her feel loved and wanted. She now wondered if he could help Amy in the same way. Kelly tiptoed to the door and closed it. She cleared her throat, and then a thought occurred to her. He said he'd come when she called him, but was there a time limit to it? It had been two years. Would he still come? Well, it was worth a try. Kelly opened her mouth... and closed it again. Maybe she should ask Amy about this? Maybe she should check that Amy was occupied before going ahead? Maybe she should stop making excuses and just do it? Yes? Okay, so she took another deep breath, and called out to him. "Fabian, please come. I need you." There, that should do it. She looked around, and yes, there was that familiar little chocolate brown figure coming through in the window. Kelly stared. The window? Why the window? "Hi Kelly. You had the door closed," he explained. "Oh." Kelly was at a loss for words, but she battled on, "That was for Amy. You know Amy, right?" "Ah, yes. That delightful young woman. Of course I remember her." Something twitched in the region where Kelly thought her heart was. Delightful? Well, Amy was delightful, but... she frowned and caught herself. Was she actually jealous of her own friend? "Kelly? What's wrong?" Fabian was peering at her with narrowed eyes. Kelly sat down in a chair and sighed. "Why do you ask?" she asked him. "You can read my mind, can't you? Elves can." She looked him over. He was exactly how she remembered him - small, chocolate-coloured, with kind eyes. Her very own elf. Fabian watched her with his head cocked to one side. "Oh, dammit. Listen, I need your help. Well, you know, like when I had broken up with Alex and was sad, you helped me through it? I want you to... well, I don't know... Amy and I were talking this morning and she just happened to mention, well, ummm... mind-blowing orgasms, and I thought... the best I had ever had were... oh my god, this is really tough!" Fabian grinned. He actually grinned, and sent Kelly into an incoherent sort of rage. He was enjoying this. How dare he! "Why are you doing this to me?" she hissed. "What am I doing?" he asked, amused. "You can read my mind!" she grumbled. "You know what I'm trying to tell you. Why are you making me do it?" "Ah, well." Fabian fingered his chin. "Sorry. Was just having some fun. So you want me to help your friend, but you're too possessive about me to let me give her mind-blowing orgasms." Kelly's eyes widened. He could read her mind all right - every little thought, even those drenched in self-denial and hidden in the depths of her mind. Yes, he could read it. She just didn't want him to be this accurate about it. A girl needed some places of hers left uninvaded. "Well, that's why I wanted you to tell me what you wanted," Fabian mumbled. "I just want her happy," Kelly said earnestly. "I do care for her." "Of course you do." Fabian smiled. "And I think I have a solution for you." Kelly tensed. "No, it's not what you think," he continued. "I'm not about to go down on her. There's someone else actually. I met him a few days ago, and I think..." Fabian chuckled before going on, "...I think he would be perfect for her." "What are you going to do? You're not going to set her up with some man, are you? Don't do that. She hates men right now. She's not in the right frame of mind for that, she just needs some fun and loving..." Kelly stopped babbling and realised she was sounding too much like a mother hen. Fabian smiled kindly at her. "No, it's not a man. In fact...." He went to the door and threw it wide open, mumbling, "He probably isn't fit enough for the window." And Kelly saw another Fabian walk in. He was a perfect copy of the little elf standing right in front of her, but something was different -- something imperceptible. Kelly scrunched up her brow in concentration. Okay, he looked... somehow older, though how, she had no idea, because he had the same lean built, same arms, same face and the same... oh, there it was. He wasn't smiling. In fact, he was frowning. "Hi Harold!" Fabian greeted him like an old friend. Harold looked at Fabian and nodded at him, then turned to Kelly and gave her a sweeping look from her head to her toes. "This is Kelly," Fabian introduced her. "And Kelly, this is Harold, a dear friend." "Hi," Kelly offered tentatively. Harold nodded at her. Fabian coughed uncomfortably. "Kelly here needs our help," he said. "You know what she needs," he added. Just then, there was a flurry at the door and Amy walked in, still in her bathrobe, but much more awake with a freshly scrubbed face. She stopped short when she saw the two little men. "Amy! You remember Fabian?" Kelly asked her. "Yes, but..." Amy looked very confused. "There are two of him?" Kelly managed to disguise her sudden laugh into a cough and Fabian grinned. Harold's frown deepened. Fabian cleared his throat and explained. "Amy, I'm Fabian. This," he gestured, "is Harold." "You're called Harold? Why, that is so absur..." She stopped, obviously realising that she shouldn't be so outspoken about someone's name. "What exactly is so absurd about Harold?" Harold asked. "It's a perfectly respectable name." His voice was deeper than Fabian's. "Well, nothing I suppose, unless you're an elf. I just haven't met an elf called Harold ever." "And just how many elves have you met before?" Harold asked her patiently. "Oh. Well. You know what I mean. Harold is not a very... elf-like... name. I mean, it's so grown-up!" Harold looked at her for a beat before replying dryly. "Well, I'm grown-up. I'm 118." Amy's eyes bulged. "Years?" she squeaked. "Of course, years," Harold replied calmly. "Oh. My. God." Amy looked completely shocked. Kelly was much too surprised herself. "One hundred and eighteen?" Fabian cleared his throat again. "Stop playing with the ladies, Harold. 118 is about middle-aged in an elf's life. We live to be about 250 on an average." "Wow." Amy seemed awe-struck. "I've never seen someone who's 118 before." Harold raised an eyebrow at her, spread his hands and shrugged as if to say, 'well, here I am'. Amy shook her head from side to side like she still couldn't believe it, and stood there, staring at Harold. "Um... Amy? Breakfast?" Kelly wanted to distract Amy and get her out of the kitchen soon without being too obvious about it. She didn't really know what was going on, and if Fabian thought that he could pair off Amy with Harold... well, that wasn't going to happen. This was a stupid, stupid plan. "Breakfast? Yes. Sure." Amy was still half occupied by the two small men in the middle of their kitchen. "Coffee?" Kelly asked. "Yes." Amy wandered over to the table and sat down on one of the chairs. "Eggs?" "Yes." She was still giving Harold little, unobtrusive looks. Kelly wondered if Amy was even listening to her. "Ice cream?" she asked next. "Yes." "The rest of the carton?" "Yes." "With the two chocolate bars I have in my bag?" "Yes." "Amy!" She whipped around her head at that to look at Kelly. "Are you even listening to me?" Kelly demanded. "Of course. You were asking me about... breakfast?" Kelly sighed and served her coffee. "You can make whatever else you want yourself," she huffed. "Ugh! I'm sorry. I guess I'm just not in a sociable mood. And you should entertain your guests. I'm... I will just... I think I'll take my coffee into my room and be back in a bit, ok?" Amy shuffled off. Kelly watched her go and soon as she was out of earshot, she whipped her head around to face Fabian. "No," she said quite clearly. "But why not? Harold isn't as grumpy and forbidding as he looks." There was a sputter from Harold at this. "Excuse me?! I'm right here." "Yes, yes Harold, you are. It's just that... listen, don't take this personally." Fabian tried to soothe the other elf. "Not personally? How else then? Humph!" Harold's frown deepened. "Kelly, he's not as crotchety always. Maybe his back's acting up?" Harold advanced on him. Fabian took a step back. "No, Harold. I don't mean you're crotchety really. It's just that you're a teeny bit grumpy today, aren't you?" Fabian turned to look at Kelly. "I wouldn't do anything that would hurt your friend, would I? Harold is a marshmallow really, under all that gruffness, he's a puppy. Believe me." "I can't believe this," Harold muttered. "Neither can I, actually," Kelly chimed in. Fabian threw up his hands. "Ok, I admit defeat. We won't do it if you don't think it's a good idea. I thought it would work, but... well... okay." He turned, walked into a corner and sat down. Harold cleared his throat. "Do I have any say in this?" Kelly looked at the little frowning creature. "Yes, tell me." She felt sorry for the poor thing. Harold sighed. "You do not have to feel sorry for me." Kelly caught herself and tried to clear her head of all thought. Damn these little beings who could invade minds like this! Harold continued. "Well, I'm an elf. And elves always strive to make people happy. I'm no different. I might look like someone's idea of a cantankerous old fuddy-duddy, but I cannot be mean or hurt anyone. It's the way I'm made and maybe because of the way I look, people don't really give me a chance to do anything for them." He stopped, gathering his thoughts. "Well, all I can say is -- my job is to make people happy. And I think I can make your friend contented, if only for a few moments." Fabian nodded from his corner. "That's what I've been trying to say." Kelly was undecided. She wanted Amy well on the way to healing, and she knew how the little elf had made her feel two years ago -- loved and special, but she didn't want Amy hurt. Was what she was orchestrating right? Who called elves to mend broken hearts? Was she, maybe, losing it? Maybe all this was better stopped now than regretted later? But then, she couldn't think of anything else to help her friend. "Kelly, you're thinking too much." That came from Fabian in the corner. "This should be about what Amy wants." "I'll leave if the lady tells me to, okay?" That was Harold. Howard's offer clinched it for Kelly. "But if you upset that girl, I swear I'll hurt you," she told Harold. Harold turned away and walked out of the room, grumbling about helping people and getting threats in return. * * * * * Amy was sitting by the windowpane on the ledge, looking out and sipping from her coffee mug when Harold entered. She looked around at him. "Oh, hey," she greeted him with a smile. "Hi." Harold settled down cross-legged on the carpet and cleared his throat. He didn't know how to do this. "Do you need..." he stopped. He couldn't just barge in like that, could he? "Yes? Do I need what?" Amy looked at him with an expectant look on her face. "Well, do you need... anything?" Harold asked. "No, thank you. Coffee's enough for now." "No. Yes. No. I didn't mean..." Harold swallowed. This was harder than he thought it would be. "Well, Fabian called me here to..." he stopped and sighed. He looked up at her. "Amy. You're a delightful girl," he said sincerely. She smiled. "Thank you," she said softly. "And you're hurting," Harold continued. "I want to help you somehow. Would you let me?" Amy looked at him. "I'm not sure how you'll do that." "Ah. Well. It involves... you know... um... you were talking about mind-blowing orgasms earlier this morning?" Amy stared at him. Then her gaze softened. "Harold, are you blushing?" He shook his head vigorously. "Of course not! I don't blush," he said gruffly. Amy laughed delightedly. "You're such a darling." Harold got up and walked to Amy. He took her hand in his and waited until she got to her feet, then led her to the stuffed chair in the corner. "Your coffee's done?" he asked her, and when she nodded, took the empty cup from her and put it on the floor under the chair. "Harold? What are you doing?" She sounded anxious. "Giving you a relaxing massage," he replied. She looked at him suspiciously, but put her head back and relaxed. "Don't worry," Harold soothed. "You're in good hands." He felt her body relaxing as he took both her hands in his and rubbed her palms soothingly. He placed her hands beside her knees on the chair, and kneeled in front of her. She tensed a little as his hands found the back of her legs, but loosened up again when he only kneaded gently. "I won't hurt you, Amy," he whispered. She nodded and her lashes dampened imperceptibly. "You're being so good to me," she whispered, almost too softly for him to hear. "Thank you." "My pleasure," he murmured and took her foot in his hands, gently working it. "I'm not usually like this. I'm not weepy. Its just that... too much kindness... you all are being so good to me. It makes me feel incredibly grateful." She sighed and closed her eyes. "Yes, I know." "That feels good..." "It does?" Harold kissed the insides of her knees. She sighed. "Yes." Harold trailed his fingers up her thigh, under her robe. Amy's eyes remained closed, so he got bolder and spread her legs a little for better access. He kissed her thighs and moved up, feeling the edges of her panties. Amy shifted in her chair. "Relax," Harold whispered. "Let go of your inhibitions. Enjoy this." His finger trailed over her centre, feeling the warmth there. While his finger teased her, his tongue made little swipes over her thighs. Amy felt like she was in a dream. Her limbs hung loose, her breath was slow, and deep; it felt like she was breathing something thicker than air. Her body felt warm and tingly all over. She was completely relaxed and secure. Every touch and sensation seemed amplified, as if she was drugged. Harold felt her wetness seeping through and replaced his finger with his tongue. He lapped at her lightly until her panties were soaked, and then slipped them off so easily from under her that Amy didn't realise they were gone until she felt him touch her there. Her upper body arched reflexively, bringing her chest to Harold's attention. He placed his hands on her breasts and started kneading them. Amy moaned at the contact. His pointy tongue prodded her sex, eliciting another moan and causing her hips to squirm. She was pushing down towards him. "More?" Harold asked her. "Oh yes, please." Amy's speech was slow, slurred. Harold smiled and prepared to give her the thorough loving she deserved. A finger found its way inside her and he heard her sigh as he burrowed it deep inside her. Her stomach clenched as she felt him move inside her. He added another finger to the first and established a slow rhythm. It was not hurried, nothing earthshaking. Instead, the slow and honeyed assault had Amy's insides melting slowly and steadily, until her fingers curled with the slow building heat. She felt something in her start to uncurl as she registered Harold suckling on her clit. His fingers were going in and out of her, with her hips moving to meet them with every thrust. Amy abandoned herself to the feeling that gripped her, the ride that took her higher and higher until she could take it no longer and felt herself explode with the sheer pleasure of it all. As the waves washed over her, Amy let herself enjoy every heightened sensation that she could. When it was over, Amy opened her eyes to see Harold watching her intently. "That was good," Amy murmured, moving down next to him on the carpet. She sighed and continued, "You're not as grumpy as you look. You're a sweetie really." She threw an arm over him, cuddled up and settled down next to him for a relaxing morning. "It's going to be a lovely Christmas." * * * * * Author's note: I'd like to thank RogueLurker for her valuable suggestions on this story and deathlynx for being my guinea pig reader. To the readers: I hope you liked the story. Votes, comments and feedback are always appreciated. I like hearing from you so please do write. Every email with a return address will receive a reply. :) Elf Pleasure Ch. 02 Thanks, Uncle Meat, for editing this one too. * * * * * * * * * * "Are you actually telling me…?" Amy stopped, took a deep breath, continued, "Kelly, are you out of your mind?!" About week after Christmas, on New Year's Eve, Kelly finally told her roommate Amy what had happened on Christmas Eve after she decided she could no longer take the 'what happened to you's directed at her every few minutes. Of course, she had not expected total belief, but this? "Listen Amy, you don't have to believe me, ok? You've been badgering me for the past few days about why I have been so quiet and into myself, so I told you. I… I really don't know how much of it is true and… damn! You're right. I think I'm out of my mind." At that moment Kelly looked so miserable that Amy went over to her and gave her a hug. Amy was worried. This was not the friend she had known for such a long time. After Alex left her she had been devastated, but had pulled herself together somewhat. Now this? What was going on? "Do you need to talk about it?" she asked tentatively. "I already did! Just now. I told you the whole story." Amy was quiet for a few moments, debating on how to answer. "Kelly… do you… I mean, I am not disbelieving you or anything, but you have to agree it's kind of far-fetched. Do you think it actually happened?" "I don't know. I don't know whether it actually happened or not, Amy, but I'm telling you, it was as real as everything else in my life. As real as you and me now. As real as my sitting here and you standing there. I felt him. It was so… very… real." She lapsed into a silence, her eyes closed. "At least, it seemed to be." There was a heavy silence as Kelly became absorbed in her thoughts and Amy wondered what to do. She couldn't just leave Kelly like that. Perhaps she should broach the subject of a psychiatrist? Would that be right? Maybe… but, wait! "Kelly?" "Hmmm?" "Kelly, listen." Amy's enthusiastic voice caused Kelly to open her eyes. "What?" "This elf guy…" "Fabian." "…yes, Fabian. Is the name important? Well, anyway, he told you he would come when you call him?" Kelly blinked. "Yes. Yes, he did. So?" "So call him again. I mean, if he exists he will come, right?" Kelly stared at her. Her mind refused to acknowledge the idea. "Amy, no. No way. I'm going crazy just thinking about last time, whether it happened or not and you want me to actually…? No way!" Amy was pumped up with excitement. "Look, we can prove or disprove this, right? If he's there, he will come. If he doesn't exist, he will not. At least you'll not be in this suspense mode all through your life. Come on Kelly, it's the only sensible thing to do." She looked at Kelly's set face and tried a different route, "And I'll be right here with you. It's not like he'll molest you again." "He didn't molest me!" "Yes, well, what I'm trying to say is that he will not do anything you do not want. Two young, healthy ladies can take on a measly elf any time. How tall did you say he was?" "About waist-high," Kelly answered automatically. Her mind was elsewhere. "Yes, so he can't harm us. And he can't forcibly have sex with you if you don't want him to." Amy peered closely at Kelly's face. "Or… do you actually want him to?!" Kelly blushed. "It's not like that… really. It's just that…," she paused, shrugged her shoulders, "he was really good," she finished with a smile. "Oh my God!" Amy rolled her eyes in disbelief. "That's all you need, falling for a mythical creature. I can't believe this." "I'm not falling for him exactly… don't be stupid, Amy. Well, okay. Let's call him." "Now I'm afraid. I really don't know if it's a good idea. You're getting to like the dwarf." "He's not a dwarf!" burst out Kelly. "He's an elf. Dwarves are different." Amy went into open-mouth incredulity for a few seconds. "Now you're even defending the thing that has been threatening your sanity for the past few days? God, Kelly! What's going on here?" Amy flounced around nervously. "Okay, I really am getting second thoughts about this crazy idea." "It's not crazy. I am not falling for him. I'm all right. I am not going mad. This is just going to be a final test and if he doesn't appear, he was a figment of my imagination, but oh God, what an imagination!" This was the happiest Amy had seen Kelly in the past few months. She looked like the fun-loving and carefree friend she had known before her boyfriend had dumped her without warning. There wasn't anything to lose. It wasn’t like an elf was going to appear. That scenario was as likely as… as… as the existence of Santa Claus. Amy smiled. "Okay, fine. You get to call him. He doesn't appear, you forget about him. Okay?" "Of course." "Right. Now, what's the procedure? Are you supposed to close your eyes and picture him? Is there a rhyme or something? Like Rapunzel? Fab-i-an, fab-i-an, get down to Kelly here," she sang out. "Oh come on, Amy. Stop making fun of him. He told me to call when I want him and he'll come." "Yah, right." Amy obviously didn't believe in it. "Well, go on, call him." "I can't with you staring at me like that," Kelly burst out defensively. "I'm going to feel pretty foolish. Just go somewhere and I'll… I'll call you in a while." Amy muttered something under her breath and walked away, shaking her head. Kelly folded her legs under her on the couch and put her arms around her, hugging herself. She wondered if she should call him. What if he was really there? What if he came? Would she be happy or sad or confused… or what? She didn't know. The only way to find out was to do it. She closed her eyes and furrowed her brows in concentration. Was she just supposed to call his name? Or say something else too? Oh well. "Fabian." Was that enough? "Fabian, I… ummm… I want you to come." She felt really stupid. That should be enough. He had said he would sense it or hear it or something. She had been quite clear. Kelly opened her eyes and looked around, half fearfully. No Fabian. Oh, well. She told herself that she was not really expecting him to appear. But… it just would have been nice. That's all. Well, glad that's over. Now she would just concentrate on living life and forget about this weird piece of fantasy. She would be happy and Amy will not have to ask her what the problem is ever again. Yes, she would… He walked in the door. Fabian. Just as she remembered him. Little, chocolate-coloured and wearing a smile on his face. She stared. "Hi Kelly. Been well?" She continued staring, her mouth open partly. He came nearer and peered at her. "Kelly? Are you okay?" Finally finding her voice, she stammered a reply, "Yes… yes, I'm fine. I just…" "Yes, you thought I was a product of your imagination." He shrugged. "I'm not. You could have thought I was and forgotten about me, but when you called, I had to come. You knew that, didn't you?" "Well, yes. You told me you'd come, but I don't know if I knew exactly…" "Do you want me to stay? Or go?" Before Kelly could answer, Amy walked in. At first she didn't see Fabian. Then her eyes wandered over to him, and she stopped in mid-stride. Stared. Her mouth opened to a wide 'O' and her eyes widened, threatening to pop out. She froze for some time, then shook her head, muttered, "Oh my God! I think I'm going to faint," and promptly collapsed on the carpeted floor, landing hard on her bottom. Kelly rushed toward her and so did Fabian. Amy looked at Fabian coming at her, cringed and moved back. Fabian stopped and retreated a step. Kelly reached her and knelt down at her side. "Amy! Are you okay?" she asked. Amy tore her eyes away from Fabian and looked at her friend. "Yes, I think. I… I don't know. That… He… How?" "Amy, relax. That's Fabian." Kelly tried to sound as normal as possible. "Fabian?" "Yes, Fabian, the elf I met at Christmas." Amy was still staring at him. "Is he… errr… real?" Kelly tried very hard to control her laughter. Fabian answered. "Yes ma'am. I'm real. Though I guess Kelly, and you too, apparently would have preferred otherwise. I had not expected anyone else to be here when Kelly called me, otherwise I would have been more, well, discreet. Although I must say, it's a pleasure to meet someone as pretty as you." He smiled that charming smile. Amy had started a bit when he started talking, but by the time he finished, she seemed okay. She looked him up and down. Screwing up her eyes, she peered at him with a frown. "Can I touch you and see?" Fabian erupted in delighted laughter, and Amy looked offended. "Of course you can, you sweet little thing." "Little?" Amy rolled her eyes. "Ohh, well. Little, age-wise." He stepped closer to Amy. She reached out and ran the tip of a finger over his arm. Then she used the tips of all of her fingers, and then her palm. "You're smooth," she pronounced. Fabian laughed again. "Yes. I am." "Uhuh." Amy looked as if she didn't know what to say. She pulled back her hand and started to get up. "Amy, perhaps you should go and lie down for a while or something," Kelly suggested. "You're a little pale still," she added, laughter in her voice. "Yes. I think I need to. See ya when I'm normal." With that Amy was out of the room. Kelly went back to the couch and flopped down. "Phew! She's a little… excitable." "I like her." The matter-of-fact announcement troubled Kelly. She couldn't say why, but it did. She thought it best to change the subject. "So, how have you been?" "Well, not very good actually. I've had to hide during the day and forage for food in the night. The first day a guy saw me and ran off to get his shotgun. Since then I'm a little afraid… I don't know, I'm not sure I did the right thing by running away." Fabian looked so miserable that Kelly went over to him and gave him a hug. Kneeling down in front of him, she wrapped her arms around him tightly. He felt nice and warm. Fabian put his hands around her too and neither of them noticed when the hug turned from friendly comfort to sensual caress. Fabian began stroking his hands along her spine and Kelly tensed for a moment before relaxing into his arms. His fingers moved to the nape of her neck, where they tantalised with feathery touches. Kelly arched a little, pushing her breasts into his chest and sighed. It felt good. Very good. She closed her eyes and prayed that he would continue doing what he was doing… and more. Fabian chuckled. "I can read your mind, Kelly," he reminded her in a mischievous tone. Her eyes flew open and she caught herself. Of course he could! How could she forget that? "Well, you can have more, you know. It's not a problem," he said. Kelly didn't know how to answer. "Err… thank you," she got out in a whisper. "Come on. You don't need to be embarrassed or awkward. It's okay. Just lie down and let me love you." With that, he guided her down right there on the carpet – very gently, as if she was a fragile thing that would break at the slightest touch. When she was lying down on her back, he placed his hands on her stomach, spreading his fingers out and lightly pressing. "Close your eyes and relax." Kelly did as she was told. She felt the hand on her stomach start to move, caressing her in a light touch, moving up and down bit by bit, slowly increasing the area it covered until it was reaching into the valley between her breasts above and the top of her mound below. Kelly pushed up her breasts and pulled up a knee towards her to give him more room. Her movement indicated to Fabian that she wanted more. He slipped his hand into her loose top and moved up to her breasts. She was not wearing anything underneath. His hands came to her naked breasts and paused for a moment. They were so soft. He found her nipples partially aroused and rubbed them to their full hardness. Kelly was arching into his hands. They were pleasuring her too much. She felt a wetness seeping in between her legs and a fluttery feeling in her stomach. It intensified as she thought of what was to come. Fabian pushed her top out of the way and uncovered her breasts. Latching his mouth on to one perfect, pink nipple, he kneaded the other breast with his hand. Kelly clasped her hands around the back of his head and tried to push herself more into him, if it was possible. She was writhing with the feelings flooding her mind and body. His flicking tongue and sucking was driving her crazy. Moving away to look at her magnificent body, Fabian saw her part her legs in an invitation. She was wearing soft woollen tights. He slipped his hand into the elastic band at her waist and pushed them down her smooth legs. Moving down towards her legs, he got the tights off each ankle and then gently moved her legs further apart and settled between them. The last time, he had not been able to see her clearly because of the darkness but know she lay before him, naked but for the large t-shirt bunched up above her breasts. She was fabulous. He took a moment to run his eyes over her creamy skin, the nicely rounded breasts crowned with pink nipples, the almost flat stomach leading down to a smattering of hair disappearing between her legs. Fabian put his hand on her thigh, just below her pussy and moved it slowly, in a hypnotic motion. He did not want to stop looking at her. Kelly felt him pause and a tiny frown appeared on her brow. She moved her hips downwards slightly. It was enough. He broke out of the trance he was in and moved his fingers over to where she wanted them, right at her centre. She was already wet. Fabian circled her juices with one finger and then made his way over to her clit, rubbing it, his touch light. The effect was immediate. Kelly raised her hips off the ground, her lower body tensed; her hands bunched into fists at her side and her breath came in gasps through her open mouth. With his other hand, Fabian rubbed her now-flowing juices all over her pussy, inside the folds of her pussy lips. He inserted one finger and she immediately tightened herself around it. She was writhing and moaning as he slid his finger out and then in, leisurely. Fabian built up the thrusts, then added another finger to the one already moving in and out of her. Her hands were trying to grasp at something on either side of her, clenching into fists and then opening as her hips moved to the pumping of his fingers. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths; her face was coated in a slight film of perspiration, glowing. Eyes tightly closed, mouth open, she looked wild in this moment of extreme passion. Now. Now was the time. Fabian's third finger joined the other two in the frenzied thrusts inside her and his other hand worked feverishly on her clit. He felt her orgasm coming. She tensed up and her hands flattened on the carpet. She bucked on to his fingers, her hips balanced in air for a long moment. All motion stopped. Then, her pussy quivered around his fingers and the downward spiral started. Fabian moved his finger lightly over her clit and she let out a broken cry. He felt her clench and release his fingers, the frequency declining as she got back to earth. He pulled them out of her and moved up to embrace her as she lay there, her body splayed out in weary abandonment. Tenderly lifting her head up, he put his hand under it and lay down. She turned to him, throwing one arm over him. They lay there, like that, content, enjoying the togetherness as the light faded out of the room with the end of the day. The New Year was off to a great start. * * * * * * * * * * Hi, Hope you liked the story. Votes and feedback are always appreciated. Every feedback with a return email address will receive a reply. I like talking to readers. Please do write. :) -DP.