I’ve never had someone I can call my friend. I’ve never been as close to anyone as I have been to Nick.
Nick is the best man I know. Kind and courageous and handsome. In the months that we’ve been roommates we’ve grown so close, and I can honestly say that I’ve never been happier than now.
He deserves a happy holiday, but his family expects him at their large and formal gathering with a beautiful woman on his arm and he doesn’t have anyone to fill that part.
I know who I am and I know what I look like. I know that despite being a man I’m still delicate and pretty and demure. I know that I can be that woman for him, if he’ll have me.
And when I’m on his arm I’ll start to feel things. To feel a connection that goes beyond friendship and into something deeper. A connection that draws and binds us together in every single way.
This holiday I’m his present, and I cannot wait for him to unwrap me.
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“What do you want Nick?” I asked, stepping into him so that we were so close I was almost touching him. He was so big in front of me, so strong and powerful.
“Don’t you know?” he asked, and I knew that I did.
When he leaned down to kiss me I inhaled sharply with the expectation of it. I felt his arms wrap around me and tug me close to him, I felt the strength of him melting into me and as his lips pressed against mine I swear I kicked my leg back out of instinct.
Oh god, it felt so good. The touch of his firm body against mine and the press of his lips on me. It felt amazing to have him so close to me at last, the final realization of everything that had been building over the last few months.
I slipped my arms up and around the back of his neck, wrapping around him to pull him down onto me. God, he felt amazing to me. He felt perfect and right.
Nothing had ever felt as right as kissing Nick. Nothing had ever made me feel as complete as this. Like the last piece of a puzzle fitting snugly into place, I had found myself and my comfort finally. I had found it in the one place I hadn’t thought to look.
We broke for air for just a moment and I giggled and pressed my forehead against him.
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered, “I’m your gift. All of me.”
I meant it, and I knew he would have fun unwrapping me as he pulled me over to the bed in the room and his hands tugged at my dress.
I pulled at his clothing too, discarding his jacket and tie, unbuttoning his shirt with a fervent need. I wondered for a moment whether I had ever touched him before, not just touched him like this but touched him in any way. I wondered whether my fingers had brushed his bare skin because surely if they had it wouldn’t be so exciting to feel this now. So thrilling.
So very right.
By the time he had my dress off, I was pulling his belt and zipper open. His firm and muscular chest was bare to me and I was working my way lower, his legs kicking as he helped me strip the last of his clothing from him.
He reached for my bra and I stopped him, my hand holding his in place.
“Wait,” I asked, blushing, “Let me be her for a moment longer. Just a bit. Let me pretend.”