The tree stood prominently in the living room of Eve's small one bedroom apartment, the scent of pine permeating the house. She'd spent the better part of the evening after work decorating it with some new bows she'd bought and some of her older ornaments from when her mother was alive.

The poignant memories set the stage for some heavy reminiscing for her, in more than one quarter. Since moving to New York, she'd spent every Christmas at home alone. Granted, she could spend the holidays with some friends, but it didn't seem right somehow. She had a nice place, but it was just empty at times.

She sat down in the recliner facing the TV and took a breather. The lights flashing on and off on the tree held her eye, giving her some unsaid promise of something wonderful, that maybe this year things would be different. Eve shook her head at the unusual sense of optimism and shoved it away to the back of her mind. It didn't happen last year and that certainly didn't make this year any different.

The doorbell rang, as craggy-sounding as ever. Eve wasn't expecting any visitors for the evening, so she had no idea who it could be.

"Who is it?" she asked loudly, approaching the door. Whoever it was didn't quite hear what Eve said, so she repeated her question.

"It's Chris," said a nervous-sounding male voice.

She peeped through the hole and saw he was carrying flowers in one hand and a rather heavy looking bag in the other. What was Christopher doing here? Reluctantly, she unlocked the door and held it open a crack, just enough for them to see each other.

"Hi."

Chris smiled, hoping to ease Eve's present apprehension. "Hi, Eve. I was hoping you were home. I tried to call you, but…"

Eve turned her head to look at the cordless just behind her only to note that the base cord was disconnected from the jack.

"Sorry about that. I think I tripped over the cord when I came in," she explained. "But that doesn't explain why you're here."

He laughed nervously, the grip on the bouquet tightening unconsciously. "Yes, you're right about that. I figured that there was no better time than the present to approach you."

"Approach?" Eve gave him a pained look at his choice of words. "That sounds doesn't sound too good."

Looking from left to right in the hallway, he smiled wryly. "Mind if I come in? This conversation might be better had inside."

Eve hadn't been expecting any company, so she was sporting her lounge wear in the form of sweats and a t-shirt. The house wasn't exactly pristine either, but it should pass. "Alright, come on in."

Slipping through the door, he put down the white bag he was carrying in her hallway as she closed the door securely behind her. She watched him carefully beneath hooded eyes, wondering what exactly his motive was. Christopher worked in the same building as she did, only with different companies. He was always a gentleman and quite often they did the lunch date thing. Never in her wildest dreams did Eve think he'd show up on her doorstep with what appeared to be gifts. If she had to choose someone for such an adventure, Chris would be it. Not even she could deny the man was gorgeous.

"Alright, Chris. Time for some confessing here," Eve joked, leaning against the door.

He handed her the bouquet of white roses, which Eve in all her femininity couldn't help but take a sniff. "You didn't mention having any plans tonight, so I was hoping I could spend it with you."

Bold. The man was bold by far to even think that she was attracted to him enough to spend the eve with him. But she was, wasn't she? Even now, she could feel her temperature rising and her heart beginning to race.

"And what makes you think that I want to spend Christmas Eve with you, Chris?" Eve asked, boldly challenging him.

His smile turned wickedly erotic as he rid himself of his leather jacket. It got tossed onto a chair as he took a step closer to where Eve stood.

"I got you something." He reached down into the bag and pulled out a rectangular box that was decorated elaborately with red & silver bows and ribbon. "And I thought we might have some fun with it tonight."

That got her attention. What evil thing did he get? Curiosity got the better of her and she held her hand out for the box. Before depositing it in her hand, he reached out to cup her cheek with his manly hands.

"I want to know first…" No explanations came, but both of them knew what was about to happen. He leaned in close to take in her delectable scent, pressing his lips against her slightly parted ones. They were a little dry and he made short work of moistening them with his tongue. She rustled as unseen sparks flew between them, their lips growing more intense against each other. Chris released her without warning, stepping back and depositing the box into her open, slack hand. "Here you go. Merry Christmas."

Only managing to open her eyes just then, Eve took a deep breath before looking down at the box. It wasn't overly heavy, but it certainly wasn't a piece of jewelry by the looks of it. She stepped around him to put the flowers down on the center table, then proceeded to unwrap and open the box. Chris stood there patiently, watching her reaction.

"Good God, you're insane…" she whispered, staring at the arousingcontents. There were two plastic rods inside; one in the definite shape of a man's penis, veins and all, while the other was much smoother and shorter and was a shiny black color. "What in the world…"

"Like I said," Chris smiled at her surprise, "I thought we could have a little fun with it."

"You're serious, aren't you?" Eve said soberly. He really was serious about this wanton thing he was proposing.

His hands landed squarely on her shoulders, rubbing away the tension that was squarely in that area. Her body softened a bit, but tension returned as she pulled away from his coaxing hands.

"I'm very serious, Eve."

"I'm not easy, you know!" Eve blurted out, turning to face him. "What do you think this is? Just because I'm not with a guy doesn't mean I'm easy!"

Chris sighed at her strange reluctance. "Eve, listen. I'm not trying to force you to do anything. We're two adults here. I thought since we're both unattached and alone right now that we might as well make the best of it and spend it together." He paused, taking in the fact that she hadn't thrown the sex toys across the room in disgust right away. "Apparently I was wrong. I'll leave."

Eve's eyes grew wide as he picked up his leather jacket, donning it to leave her in her house. Alone. Again. Was this insanity? How could she be contemplating having a one night stand with her lunch buddy?

"Chris, wait."

"What?" he muttered, reaching for the doorknob to leave.

A pregnant pause was followed by her words, "Don't go."

At that, he turned with glimmering eyes hopeful for more. "What are you saying, Eve?"

"Stay, Chris," Eve whispered, putting down the box on her chair. "This all seems so strange to me, but I hate the loneliness this holiday brings. It'd be nice to spend it with someone I actually like."

His wariness gave way to a bright smile. Once again, he removed his jacket but this time he also shed the sexy black pullover that molded to his muscles.

"Does this mean," he said softly, "that we're gonna do a little more than just 'spend time together', Eve?"

Chris approached with a healthy male swagger, his broad chest muscles jumping with anticipation. His eyes were fixed on Eve, waiting for her response. She stood speechless, just staring at his well-endowed form.

"I…" her breath caught as she struggled to continue, "I suppose we could see where the night takes us…"

"Just what I wanted to hear…" said Chris, confident that the healthy sexuality that he'd come to enjoy in playful banter with Eve would come out full force. He would fulfill the one desire they'd jokingly spoken of during their lunch sessions. Every minute of it.

"Come here," he muttered, holding out his hand to her. Amazingly, she went to him without prelude and looked up in incredulity; he was a head taller than her and it felt so sexy to her.

His arms wrapped around her athletic frame, encasing her in his warmth. Chris didn't lean in to kiss her like she thought he would; instead he put his lips to her ear and whispered wickedly sexual things he planned to do to her. Eve's cheeks began to get warm, as well as some other places on her body, and the blush that started on her neck spread like wildfire across her entire body. All the while, his fingertips brushed mercilessly against her nipple, coming to life in the most prominent way. Eve cried out softly at the delicious sensations racing through her, burying her head in his shoulder.

"Why do you hide from what you want, Eve?" he whispered, rising to look into her eyes. They were bright with desire and all of it was directed at Chris. "I know it's been a long time since you've been with a man. You've told me yourself. Why not take what I am freely offering?"

Eve shook her head at her foolish reluctance. She always had this romantic notion that she couldn't have sex with someone that she wasn't in a serious relationship with. Eve never did casual sex. Never.

So what was she doing here with Chris?

"I'm afraid," she admitted.

"Of what? Me?" Chris questioned, curiosity eating away at him. He had to know this before they continued any kind of intimacy. The last thing he wanted was for her to regret their night together. "You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. In fact, I want to do my best to pleasure you."

Unable to help herself, she giggled at his candor. It was refreshing to see something like that from a man. He certainly was confident about his abilities. Maybe he could put those sexual demons of hers to rest…

Eve's mind was made up. She could do this. Absolutely! Her arms lifted around his neck, drawing him down for a kiss. Not in her wildest imagination could she envision the feeling of Chris' full kiss raining down on her. He waited for her tongue to reach his and then it was all over. Chris held her head steady while his tongue penetrated her mouth, playing an erotic game of cat and mouse to which Eve lost gladly. They released each other to get a moment of breath, but just as quickly they returned, this time Chris making short work of ridding her of clothes. To his surprise, she wore no underwear.

"This is unexpected!" he laughed, lifting her nude form into his arms and heading in a general direction for the bedroom.

"Wait, Chris…" she held him immobile with her words, "I thought we were going to have some fun with those presents of yours…"

"Ah, yes." He set her down on the bed and gave her taut breast a little tweak. "I'll be right back." Then he disappeared from the room to retrieve the erotic rods.

Eve couldn't help herself from looking in the mirror across from her bed. On her knees, she could see the flush across her skin, not to mention how aroused she was. It was so amazing to her that Chris brought all of this out in her.

He returned with the rods as well as the white bag he walked in the house with. Chris stared at her, watching herself in the mirror and felt his arousal buck in expectation. Her fingertips were testing her nipples, feeling just how diamond-hard they were. God, he thought, I hope I make it without coming like a teenager.

"Eve." His voice was deep, dark and unbelievably aroused.

"Chris…" she whispered. They watched each other for a moment, until Chris put down the bag and began to unbuckle his black pants.

Somehow she expected that he would be wearing boxer briefs; he seemed like the type. Once the pants slid to the floor however, she was shocked to see him wearing sheer black bikini underwear that seemed to have a difficult time of containing all his masculinity. His prideful smile was soon all he wore as he slipped off the underwear leaving Chris exposed for Eve's eyes to peruse. His erection was massive and somewhat imposing to her. Despite that, her hand unconsciously reached for it, wanting to touch it.

Wordlessly, he took her hand and guided it to him, showing Eve how to caress him. She caught onto his rhythm with ease, coaxing a groan from him. All the touching was taking a toll on Chris, so he pulled her hand away.

"You don't want me to erupt all over you right now, do you?" he said jokingly. "I want to last a little longer than that, Eve."

He climbed onto the bed, lying supine for Eve to explore him. "It's been so long," said Eve, unable to resist caressing his chest, playing with the sensitive spots on his sides. "I think I've forgotten what to do."

"You never forget, Eve," he whispered. "Come, let's begin."

"Begin?"

"To fulfill that fantasy of yours. Remember?" he reminded.

Coming up a blank, Eve shook her head. He smiled, knowing that she soon would. "I want you to get your gift and the box of condoms in my bag."

Compliant, she retrieved the items. His penis barely made its way inside the sheath as he donned it. "You know I'm on the Pill…"

"I still want to make sure you're protected," he grinned. "It makes me feel better."

She shrugged, but realized that she'd never had sex where the guy used a condom before. It will probably feel strange, she thought.

Chris picked up the dildo and handed it to Eve. "You're going to perform for me."

"What?"

His hands cupped her breasts delicately, kneading them while he spoke.

"You said to me once that you wanted to be sexy for a guy by playing with yourself while he watched. Here's your chance."

Eve couldn't believe he'd actually remembered that! Looking from the faux penis to Chris, she realized how much power she really held. Without even touching her, she could make him come. If she was confident enough.

"Alright. But you can't touch me while I'm doing it," she stated calmly. No objections came from Chris, releasing her breasts and holding up his hands in acquiescence.

She slid away from him to the other end of the bed while he propped up a pillow behind his head to watch the show. Eve rose to her knees and held the dildo directly in front of her face. She knew she was dripping wet already, so she closed her eyes and brought the dildo directly between her folds to moisten the handheld appendage. Her lips parted, her tongue passing over to wet them. It was as if Chris had disappeared and she was alone in her bed, touching herself intimately as she frequently did. Her hand cupped one breast lightly, flicking the tip until she cried out in pleasure. Her head dipped low to take the deliciously dark tip into her mouth, sucking deep and hard. The dildo moved more intensely between her legs, the vein-like ridges brushing against her clitoris with unerring precision. She began to shudder and moan, switching her attention to her other breast to give equal attention. The air was thick with sexual vibes and Eve was on the verge of exploding.

Chris sat speechless as she gave in to her desire and began to pleasure herself. It was unbelievably arousing and he truly was about to explode any minute if she continued. He knew she wouldn't stop until she reached her climax, he could see it in the intense features on her face. Removing his unused condom, he began to stroke himself in front of Eve, knowing she wasn't watching him and quite possibly forgot that he was even in bed with her. His thumb stroked the sensitive area just below the tip of his penis while the rest of his hand brushed lightly up and down the length of his shaft. A few minutes hadn't even passed before he felt the tightening begin in his balls.

"Dammit," he muttered, unwilling to stop the motion even as Eve continued.

Taking a deep breath, he slowed his motion a bit, continuing all the while.
Eve couldn't take it anymore. She stretched her body across the width of the bed, bringing her knees high. Her moans were progressively louder, the dildo continuing its perilous path through her feminine mound. A sheen of sweat covered her body now, her moist hands beginning to cramp from clutching the dildo for so long. Giving in completely, she plunged the dildo deep inside her, her back arching severely in her orgasm.

Her raw cry of completion was too much for Chris to bear. He couldn't stop the eruption from happening; his seed spurt out violently from him, landing directly on Eve's chest and stomach. It was the sudden splash of moisture on her body that made her open her eyes. What she saw shocked her.

"Chris?" she asked languidly. She felt the dildo being squeezed out of her body onto the bed. When she looked down at her chest, she saw the streaks of creamy moisture that came from Chris. "I…"

He took a deep breath and shimmied over to her. He couldn't resist himself from massaging his juices into her soft, tanned skin. "I've never exploded like that in front of a woman before," he joked. "I knew this was in you."

Eve laughed heartily, but Chris grew serious once again. "What?" she asked.

"We're not done yet."

"Oh come on Chris, doing that tired me out," she pouted. "Can't we wait a little bit?"

"I like to open my presents on Christmas Eve..." he said softly. A renewed erection and a bit of deviousness made him look like the devil himself. He reached for the other rod, the shiny black one, and stood up before her.

"On your knees, Eve," he commanded, running a hand over her thigh.

Submissively, she turned over and followed his instructions. He took the black object and dipped into her moisture, swirling it around for good measure. "Good. Now arch your back and raise your ass for me."

"My…?" She couldn't continue her question. Something warm and wet was pressing against her anal sphincter, not uncomfortably. It felt different.

"What are you doing back there?"

Chris chuckled. The tapered end of the rod would stay deep inside Eve even while he was… The object met minute resistance as it made its way inside her, filling a hole that had never been penetrated in such a way before.

"How does it feel?" he asked, needing to know if it was hurting her or not.

"It doesn't hurt. It just feels… full."

"Good, that's how it's supposed to feel," he nodded. "I've watched you play with yourself, Eve." He held his arousal against her clitoris, teasing it. "That was too much, even for me." Without a word, he plunged deeply into her and let out a groan. She was so tight and wet…

Eve held on for dear life as his thrusts grew more intense, sometimes slow and deliberate and other times fast and fierce, all the while the black rod rocked back and forth inside her, teasing some spot deep inside she didn't know existed. His hands reached underneath to palm her breasts, but he soon realized the triple threat he could bring to her. One hand returned to her clit, two fingertips making a circular motion around it. She screamed for dear life, hands clutching her bedspread and breath growing ragged.

"Chris, please!"

He laughed at her desperation, unwilling to let her give up just yet. The determination in him kept Chris up and running, thrusting faster and harder into her. His position shifted more south and suddenly Eve was shouting her orgasm more passionately than her own self-pleasure. Chris gave in to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins and gave into his own climax with a piercing shout.

After Chris removed the black rod, they were both unable to move for many minutes, almost dozing off from their sexual exertion. Chris was sprawled across the width of the bed looking up at the ceiling, while Eve laid on her stomach. His eyes caught the clock on her nightstand across the room just as it flashed twelve midnight.

"Eve…"

She roused from her short rest and looked at him, eyes still glowing with arousal. "Yes?"

"Merry Christmas…"

She looked up to the clock as well, then shook her head with a laugh. "Merry Christmas to you too, Chris."

Eve glanced over at Chris' only to note his arousal was awake once again, ready for round three. "There's still a lot more Christmas to be had…"

Chris looked at her beneath hooded eyes at her intent. She slinked her way across his pelvis, boldly taking his hardness into her mouth. His mouth dropped open at the sudden pleasure of dipping into her warm mouth. Wanting to keep her there, he slipped his fingers into her luscious locks and gently held her steady. Her tongue tickled him, unrelenting in her fervor.

She was right, he decided. There sure was a lot more Christmas to be had…