Chapter 5

NISHA

When I asked Elise what we would do with our free time, she gave me a knowing grin. I was ecstatic. No rushing out of bed, racing to work or school and trying to remain focused after a night of fun and games. I called my dad and let him know about the volunteer thing, that I was safe and sound and would come home once the roads were clear.

Elise made a wonderful pot of coffee and nuked some frozen cinnamon rolls which we consumed while sitting in her bed and giggling like a couple of teenagers who were skipping school. Once we had eaten, Elise turned to me and repeated what I had asked earlier, "What will we do all day with our free time?"

I laughed, told her I was sure we'd think of something and leaned over for a wonderful and loving kiss.

It was a day of uninhibited exploration. Elise went down on me (and wow, was that nice!) before we did a little mutual fingering. Later that morning, we decided to learn a little more about how women can make love. We logged onto her computer and with a search engine, found a lot of sites with some interesting ideas. Several were pretty obvious, but there were some surprises as well.

After lunch, we decided to try tribadism where you rub your girl parts on the other person, usually her leg. It was OK, I guess, but not nearly as fun as oral sex. We even tried scissoring, but ended up looking at each other and laughing hysterically. We didn't even try sixty-nine since I'm so much taller than she is. But when Elise brought out her toy box to share, now that was a home run. We ended up teasing and treating each other with several vibrators until we collapsed from exhaustion and overstimulation.

After dinner, I talked to my dad again. The roads were better and I assumed Santa and his elves would be on duty in the morning. I desperately didn't want to go home, preferring to stay with Elise, but it would have been a major hassle in the morning to drive home, get my elf costume and then to the hospital. It was so painful to leave that I ended up crying a little once I got into the car. At home, I went straight up to my room, claiming fatigue and crashed, I'm sure with a big smile on my face.

Carter immediately picked up on the change in us. We weren't lovey-dovey, but it must have shown in our eyes.

"What's going on with you two? Rotten day of snow and now you look like you're on top of the world."

Elise spoke first, "Oh, nothing, Carter. Just glad to be back."

"Ahh, it's not nice to lie to Santa, Elise. And look, you're blushing!"

Yes, she was indeed blushing and if my skin were any lighter, I'm sure I would have been caught blushing as well. Then he turned to me.

"Nisha, you have the dreamy, happy look of someone in love. Did you meet someone special?"

"I, uh, well, maybe. We'll have to see."

"Well, good luck. Hope it works out for you. And tell your friend there to stop lying to Santa."

And then I saw it. The light bulb had gone off. He had figured it out! He had figured us out.

"Oh, I think I got it, ladies. You two…" he pointed to both of us, "You two are, uh, together, right?"

I sheepishly nodded while Elise turned an even darker shade of red.

"Well, that's neat. I'm happy for you. All I ask is that you get rid of your goo-goo eyes while we're with the kids, OK?"

"Yes, Santa," we said in unison.

The day was uneventful. Most of the kids were excited and the parents appreciative. And fortunately, there were no more little Taylors to deal with.

After we finished, the reality of our situation hit home. Dad and Maa were fairly liberal in their outlook, but one never knows what might happen if a couple's child comes out to them. I think Dad's parents would be OK, but I wasn't so sure about Maa's parents. They were in the old country and I knew they had a more conservative outlook on social issues and if I was going to announce that I was Elise's girlfriend, it might not go over too well. Before I discussed this with anybody, Elise and I needed to talk.

When we were walking to our cars, I suggested we make sure our stories were accurate and matched. I knew Maa and Dad were out for the evening, so I invited her over. Once we got in the door, we flew at each other, devouring one another with kisses. I had to firmly put a stop to things or we would have otherwise ended up in my bedroom.

"Elise, Hon, we do need to talk."

"Mmm, don't want to," Elise said as she went for another kiss.

"I know, but it's important. Save that kiss and if we get everything set up, we can have some more fun."

Elise broke away with a fake pout before we sat on the sofa holding hands. It was a long and emotional conversation. She visited her parents occasionally but wasn't real close to them. Apparently, they had wanted her to go to college and were disappointed in her career choice, even though she was making good money and had no student loan debt. Since they lived a few hours away, we agreed we'd deal with my family first and then hers.

"Before we talk about them," said Elise, "What about us? You're going to college at Paffington and that's at least two hours away on dry roads. Are we, are we going to see each other during the year?"

"Yes. Definitely yes. We'll have to figure out a way to meet either here, there or somewhere in between."

"Are you in a dorm?"

"No, upper-level students have to live in the community. I share a two-bedroom apartment with another student."

"Do you have any rules about visits?"

"Yeah, we agree that any overnight stays have to be on weekend nights and the visitor can't be walking around naked or anything."

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

"This week? Yeah, I think so. She goes through them pretty fast."

"What will she say if I'm your overnight guest?" asked Elise.

"She's a psych major and I'm sure she'd be fine with it once she finishes teasing me."

"Do you come home to visit your parents very often?"

"Spring break, yeah, but otherwise, no."

"And if you came home, what would they say if you spent the night with me?" Elise asked.

"That goes back to the big question which we need to discuss. When and how do I, do we tell them?"

We kicked a bunch of ideas around until we agreed we'd tell them together after Christmas, but before I left for college. In the meantime, we'd act like we were good friends who met on the elf volunteer force.

For the last few days of our work, we behaved ourselves per Santa's instructions. Once we were done, though, we made a beeline for her apartment, where we didn't behave. At all. And we both loved every second of it.

Elise went to visit her parents on Christmas Eve and planned on returning on the twenty-seventh, while I obviously stayed with my parents all the time once the elf duties were finished. We had a quiet holiday with a modest gift exchange and on the following day, my mother and I did some sale shopping.

It was that evening when things fell apart, or at least, when they found out about Elise and me. We had finished dinner and I was on the dishes when Maa came into the kitchen.

"What are you going to do until you return to P?"

"Oh, you know, hang out. Relax. I'll visit Elise, I'm sure."

"Your elf friend."

"Yeah. Good friend. I like her."

"An electrician? Do you have anything much in common?"

I admit I got a little testy with what the question implied. "Maa, she's a neat person who didn't do terribly well in school but is very intelligent. Maybe she has a little learning disability thing going on or something, but she's smart and could go toe to toe with anyone about current events, you name it."

"Ohh, you sound almost defensive about her."

"Maybe I am. I don't want you to think she's stupid, that's all."

"Are we going to meet her again someday? We hardly talked that evening she was here."

"Yeah, I'm sure you will."

There was a long pause, uncomfortably long, before she spoke up again. "You seem to be quite emphatic about her. Is there…is there something else about her that you've not told us?"

And there it was. If I denied it, I would be lying and they'd find out eventually. And the worst way for them to find out would be if someone saw us and told them. I knew I had to answer and though I wasn't ready for the 'talk' and we had wanted to be together when I told my parents, I decided to dive right in.

"Maa, could we talk about this with Dad?"

We went into the family room where Dad was watching some public TV special. He must have seen the look in our eyes as he quickly shut it off and turned to us.

"Yes?"

"Dad, we've been talking in the kitchen and, well, there's something I need to let you know."

"Are you OK, Nish?" he asked, using his little nickname for me.

"I, uh, I'm fine, but, well, here goes. You know Elise, the elf I brought over that one time before Christmas?"

"Yes."

"Uh, well, she's become a very good friend of mine. Very good. I, uh, she and I, uh, well, we're girlfriends."

"Oh, that's fine, what's so unusual about that?" he asked right as my mother jumped in.

"Are you saying you're lovers? That you're gay?"

"Maa, I don't know what I am. I like guys. I've been out with guys. And, I know you're probably won't be happy with this, but I've slept with a few. But there's something about Elise that is special, very special, and so I consider her my girlfriend. If it makes me gay, then I'm gay. But she's the only female I've ever been attracted to and I want to see where this goes."

I could see my mother slump with the news. I was her only child and I'm sure she wanted me to have a 'normal' life with a husband, a fenced yard in the suburbs with a dog and two point five kids. This news shot that all to pieces, but to give her credit, she didn't object or try to change my mind or say it was only a phase.

Dad was more stoic about it. He nodded slowly as the news sank in, cleared his throat and asked, "How long have you known her?"

"Almost three weeks."

"That's kinda fast, isn't it?"

"You're right, Dad, it is fast, but we're just starting out. It may not last. Odds are that it won't, I mean, most relationships don't last, when you look at the statistics. But you needed to know, both of you."

I looked over at my mother who had two fat tears sliding down her cheeks. "Maa , I'm still me. I'm still your daughter. You aren't losing me, not at all. I'll still be here on your birthdays, visit on holidays and," I joked, "bug you for money until I get a job."

"I know Meri Jaan, but this is still quite a shock. It will take some getting used to."

"Once you really get to know her, I'm sure you'll find it easier than you think."

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ELISE

It was the night after Christmas when I got a text from Nisha.

sry, they know, long story, fyi

I was surprised because we had planned to tell them together and I decided to hold off on telling my parents a little longer to see if the relationship was solid, though I deep down knew it was. I needed to know how she was, but didn't want to be overheard talking with her.

u ok? they ok?

y and y

good, sy tomorrow

can't wait xoxoxo

Those last six letters were what I really needed. Nisha had told them and she was still with me! She didn't run or hide or ghost me. It was the real thing, this thing between us, I was sure.

The roads were clear and I tried not to break every speed limit on my way back, but with only some success. An hour out of town I stopped to gas up and texted her my ETA. I didn't hear back from her, so I assumed she was busy or something.

Back at my apartment, I dragged my duffel bag up the stairs and dropped it to open the door. Once I did, I was struck by the sight of a trail of rose petals leading from the door to the hallway. 'WTF? What was going on?' I wondered. After hauling the bag into the room and closing the door, I followed the trail to the bedroom.

The lights were off, but the two candles were lit. And lying there in the middle of my bed was Nisha, wearing her little elf costume in the sexiest way possible. The top was undone down to her waist and there was no bra underneath to hide those adorable boobs of hers. The skirt was hiked up to nearly the top of her thighs and she had one hand between them with two fingers extended, like she had been petting her kitty.

Her wry, come-hither smile was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I wanted to jump her bones right away, but I decided to tease her just a little.

"Seems someone snuck in."

"Umm-hmm."

"And how did you do that?"

"Really, Elise, a key under the mat? How lame is that?"

"I normally don't do that, but I needed Mrs. Lachs to feed my goldfish."

"Oh. Uh, see anything you like?" asked Nisha as she began to rub little circles over her puss.

"Oh, yeah, but because you did a B and E, you should be punished. I will not be coming to bed with you until you apologize."

"No?"

"No!"

She gave me a sly smile and increased the rubbing over her pearl and before I knew it, Nisha was seriously working on getting herself off! And it was soooo sexy. Sure, we had done some light masturbation with my toys earlier, but this polishing her pearl was solely to excite me (well, mostly, I guess) and to lure me into bed.

It became a game of wills. Was I strong enough to resist running to her? Was she strong enough to keep teasing without coming until I gave in?

I have to admit, she won. After stripping my clothes off as quickly as I could, I rushed to her and gave her the sexiest kiss imaginable while holding her hand still.

Once we broke the kiss, Nisha whimpered, "I was so close!"

"I think you'll like the alternative."

I dropped down, spread her legs and looked at the sexiest sight imaginable: aroused, swollen lips and protruding clit, all covered with her honey. The aroma, exotic and enticing, drew me closer and within seconds, I was drawing my tongue across her.

Now, I had never gone down on a gal until I met her, but I had been on the receiving end of oral sex on more than a few occasions and had talked with other women, so I figured I had some knowledge about dining downtown and how it can take a little while to achieve success. But I have to say, Nisha exploded after only my third trip across her clit.

As I continued to lick her to prolong her O, something crossed my mind. 'This is what sex is supposed to be and not some game where you please your partner and hope he pleases you in return. This is all about giving and giving and giving.'

I knew she was at the end when she gently pushed my head away and collapsed back on the bed, gasping for air. After crawling up to her and peppering her cheeks and face with little kisses, I cuddled her in my arms, holding the one thing which had rapidly become the most important thing in my life.

After a few more minutes, Nisha stirred and asked, "What about you?"

"Maybe a little later, but I'm good for now. I want to hold that picture in my mind forever."

"What picture?"

"Oh, God, do you have any idea how sexy you were, how sexy that was? If I die right now, it will be with a smile on my face, a smile of absolute happiness and joy."

"That sounds almost philosophical," Nisha responded, "And all I was looking for was a little fun."

"Don't get me wrong. It was fun and so much more."

We lay there holding each other while swapping little kisses. It was peaceful. It was comforting. It was loving.

'Whoa! Where did that thought come from?' I wondered. And then my mind began to race. We had so much to do and so many barriers to overcome before we could even talk about 'love' and 'relationships' and the like.

"Um, tell me about your parents," I asked.

"It was a bit of a surprise, but Maa picked up on it and confronted me, so I ended up telling her and Dad."

Nisha went on to describe their conversation and I was happy to hear it went as well as it did. I was surprised, however, when she told me I was invited over the next night for dinner. It was too soon. I'd be super nervous. They'd be analyzing me and making sure I was good enough for their daughter. No, I couldn't do it.

"You can and you will. We're a couple now and they want to get to know you. They'll be nice and I promise they won't ask about our sex life."

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