New Year’s Names

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New Year’s NamesI’ve been seeing a lot of Chris — her name isn’t really Ms Claus, it isn’t even Kringle — anyway, I’ve been seeing a lot of her since Christmas Eve. She even managed to drag me out of the house to spend Christmas with her friends: Jo and Erin and Pam. We’ve had dinner three times and gone to the movies twice, but we hadn’t… well you know, since Christmas Eve. Actually, I was kind of relieved in a perverse sort of way. I mean I never, you know, on a first date. And Christmas Eve hadn’t even been a date. Well, actually what it was, was magic. But I was kinda hoping that now that we’ve had four dates, that she wouldn’t find it too forward if I asked her to spend New Years Eve night with me.I thought about the night we spent together. Of the fun of taking her Santa Claus costume off, and of my first sight of her fabulous breasts. Each one was the size of a melon: the softest ripest melon. I could lose myself in her breasts for hours, burying my face in their softness, tasting her nipples. Let’s see, what would I name them. Humm. Maybe the right one should be Vixen, and the left one Dancer–no, Cupid. I guess I’m kind of hung up on this Santa analogy. Castor and Pollox? She is a Gemini. But, no boy names. Kate and Alley? This requires some thought. I… OOPS, doorbell.”Hi!””Oh hi Chris. I was just thinking about you…” There I go turning Christmas red again.”Me too. I was thinking, here Ms Claus invaded your house Christmas Eve, and she didn’t even bring you a present.” “Aw, well you don’t… didn’t have to bring me one. I mean we didn’t even know each other, and, well we got to know each other but…”I was staring in fascination at the big package that seemed to be moving in her hands.”Here, why don’t you open it.””Well, thanks. I don’t… I didn’t buy anything for you. I’m sorry.””That’s OK. I’m the one who’s supposed to deliver gifts on Christmas Eve.”We moved over to the couch, and I gingerly put down the package that was now moving in my hands. Giant Mexican Jumping Beans? A wound up wind up toy? I pulled the bow apart, and the lid came fly off. And out popped a tiger striped kitten. “Merow” He announced to the whole world, and jumped out of the box. He promptly began his exploration of his new realm beginning with my lap and then taking off to check out the whole apartment. I watched him with a foolish grin on my face thinking how much I had missed sharing my apartment with a furry creature. “I remember your telling me how much you missed Amberdrake, so I thought of you when I was looking for a home for him. Do you like him?””Oh yes. He’s adorable. What’s his name?””Well the honor of naming him should go to his new Cat Mommy” “Hummm. I never had the honor of naming a cat before.” “Give it a couple of days till you get to know him. Once you get an idea of his personality, a name should be obvious.” “OK. How many kittens did you have?””There were three. I found them the day after Christmas. Someone had abandoned them in the snow in Central Park. There was a fourth, but it was already dead.””God I hate people who do that. Why couldn’t they just take them to a shelter? Why didn’t you tell me about them sooner?” “Well, I wasn’t sure they would survive. I called Jo’s brother. He’s a vet, and he gave me first aid instructions. And yesterday I took them over to get their shots. He said they’re a healthy bunch now. I didn’t want to get you upset if they died.” “What makes you think I would have gotten upset?” “OH Marty, after you told me how you cried over the mouse Amber killed?””Well, yeah, I guess I would have.””That’s why I’ve been in kind of a rush to get home every evening; I had to feed the babies.””Oh, I just thought you wanted to cool it a bit, you know. I mean it was kinda sudden.””Humm, yes it was sudden. But I don’t really want to cool it.” My answer was lost in the kiss. Chris fit so well in my arms; I loved stroking her softness. And she when she kisses you, your toes curl and you forget that anything else exists. CRASH. Well that sent us flying apart. I ran in the kitchen to see the hideous plate that Cleo’s mom had given us lying in pieces on the floor. That was the other custody battle Cleo and I had when we broke up–who had to keep the plate. She insisted that her mother had given it to me. I was willing to trade it for Amber, but she wasn’t having any of that. Well, now it was a moot point. The kitten sat on the top shelf of the hutch surveying the mess with great satisfaction. And I got out the broom and dustbin with equal satisfaction. Good, now I didn’t have to look at the thing.[no comment!]”OOPS. Bad kitty.””Oh don’t scold him. I hated this thing.””Then why did you keep it?””Well, it was a gift.””From someone ankara escort you cared about?””Well, no. From Cleo’s mother.””Yes, you would keep it,” she said laughing. “I should go and get the rest of your present.””The rest?””Yes. I picked up a litter box and dishes and a week’s supply of cat food.””Oh, you didn’t have to do that.””Well, he dose like to have his own things. Sibling rivalry can be very difficult to deal with. Would you like to meet his sister?””Sure. What happened to the third kitten?””Jo took her. Now we can all have family reunions together.”The thought of having a family, made me smile. I hadn’t had one since my “coming out” in college. I don’t think that my folks were really homophobic, it just gave them an excuse not to talk to me. It took me about five years to figure out that that was probably the best thing they ever did for me. Cleo’s parents accepted that she was a lesbian (never a dyke), but they barely tolerated me. But to do them justice, they wouldn’t have tolerated me any better if I were a man. They just didn’t like there daughter being involved with someone outside of there religion. You know, Money.My new baby’s sister was a little calico. Humm, some mixed parentage here. She ran over to Chris as soon as she came in and tried to climb up her legs. Well, I would too if I were a kitten. Chris picked her up, and we decided to bring her over to visit her brother. We picked up the supplies and headed back to my place. I was thinking that, when it got warmer, the k**s could visit back and forth on the fire escape. Recently, I have developed a fondness for that fire escape.”Have you named your baby yet?””I’m trying to decide between Merry, short for Meridoc, or Pippin, short for Peregrine.””Weren’t they boy Hobbits?””Well yes, but I always thought of Hobbits as being transgender or maybe neuter. And since she will be neutered, well. I thought of Galadriel, but that’s kind of regal for…” All of a sudden it hit me, Merry and Pippin were perfect names for her breasts; you know soft and round but with character. It was the Hobbits after all who destroyed the evil ring. Chris turned to look at me and caught me staring at her breasts. “Marty, I kind of like the way you blush, but sometimes it seems like such a non-sequitur; I mean Hobbits?””Uh well, I… Uh…””Come on, tell me.””Well, I was thinking about what I would name your breasts.” I said it turning a deeper red–about cranberry color now. “Really? What did you come up with?””Uh.. well I thought of Vixen and Cupid first, you know, cause you were dressed as Ms Claus. Or of Kate and Alley, but they just didn’t seem right.””Oh. Well did you decide on anything?””Well, you when you mentioned Merry and Pippin, I… well it just occurred to me that those would be great names for them.” “How come?””Well, the Hobbits were kinda soft and round, like your… well, but they have a lot underneath. A lot of strength.””Why thank you love.” I felt such a warm glow when she called me “love”.”Humm, what should I name yours. Open your shirt so I can have another look.””I…””Come on, I’ve seen them before. Open up.”I began unbuttoning my plaid shirt. “They’re so tiny, they’re really not worth naming,” I mumbled.”They are works of art.” Chris said as she ran her hands over them caressing the nipples until they were crisp hard nubs. She leaned forward and kissed first one and then the other. I closed my eyes and felt the electricity pass from my breasts all the way deep down into my groin. “I could name one Xena, but the other sure ain’t Gabriella.””Even Xena has bigger ones than I do.””That’s not the point love. It’s that you have the body of a warrior. I think of your breasts, sort like the shield. Humm, the problem is that there aren’t too many pairs of warrior ladies. I like Paks, and maybe Tarma. Now those would make a pair: a Paladin and a Sword Sworn. What do you think, would Mercedes Lackey and Elizabeth Moon mind if I borrowed their character’s names”?”I guess if it’s OK to borrow from Tolkien, it’s OK to barrow from them.”Soon we both lost interest in the conversation as Chris’s mouth traveled along my shoulders and up my throat. At some point our mouths met and our tongues spent some time folk dancing. Meanwhile, our hands were busy elsewhere loosening cloths, caressing and squeezing. She had a kind of unfair head start, but I managed to free Merry and Pippin from bondage (aka bra) and my hands were having a lovely time exploring under her sweater. She got around to unzipping my jeans and her hand was making it’s way…CRASH! CRASH! BANG! Oh oh.We reluctantly got up to investigate. Well one crash bang was the teakettle. Unbreakable, but both kittens looked at ankara escort bayan us with such affront as they licked the water off their coats. We couldn’t help but laugh at the two soggy kitties.”I think were gonna have to teach them to stay off the stove.””I think they just taught themselves.”The other crash was the cannabis plant: an interesting mix of mud and pottery shards all over the kitchen floor. I got the broom and mop again while Chris picked up the pieces of flowerpot. “How come you have a pot plant? You told me you hadn’t smoked since college.””It was Cleo’s. She left it when she moved out, and I just kept watering it.””Oh. Maybe I better take my brat back to my apartment now.” “No. Why don’t you leave her here. That way after the party, you could just come over. I mean if you wanted to spend the night or anything.””I’d love to spend the night and lots of things. But are you sure your apartment can take the Terrible Duo here?” “Oh, they’re fine. So far they’ve only broken Cleo’s things, and it’s a good way for me to get rid of the reminders.” “OK. If you can stand the damage. I guess I’d better go change. I’ll see you in a couple of minutes.”I watched her go with regret. Merry and Pippin, freed from their bra, were bobbing so appealingly under her sweater. But then I remembered that Chris had agreed to spend the night, and I started humming under my breath. I finished washing the kitchen floor and then headed into the bedroom to change. Normally, my idea of dressing up consisted of putting on a pair of jeans that didn’t have holes and a solid colored flannel shirt. You know: an orange one for Halloween, a brown one for Thanksgiving, and a red one for Christmas. It was one of the things that drove Cleo crazy. Maybe showing up for Thanksgiving dinner in a flannel shirt and jeans for a black tie affair at her parents swanky Fifth Ave condo was a bit tacky, but the more she bugged me about dressing up, the more stuff she bought me, the more I dug in and wore my oldest, holiest jeans. At least I had bought brand new jeans for Thanksgiving, but she didn’t appreciate that. That was the argument that ended in her moving out. The one thing I did get rid of when she left was all of the clothes she bought me.Chris had never said anything about how I dressed except to say she liked the feel of flannel. Hummm, maybe I should wear my light gray flannel New Years Eve shirt after all. No, I had bought an outfit for the party, and I was gonna wear it. It was a heavy silk with a kind of rough weave in an off white. The shirt was high necked and came down to my knees. The pants were straight legged. It was very plain; the sales lady suggested a gold chain with it, but I don’t wear jewelry. Besides, I sorta like the sever look. Humm, I guess I couldn’t wear running shoes with silk. Do I have anything else? Ah loafers. Well, that’ll have to do. Chris had called me a warrior. I laughed at the idea, but looking in the mirror I could just see a resemblance. Maybe a code warrior, although I didn’t do much programming. I would like to though… OOPS, time to go.I stopped in the kitchen to feed and water the k**s, and I gave them a lecture on what they could and couldn’t break. Well, maybe I was being a little foolish leaving the two of them free reign of the place, but it was too late to get a baby sitter. I put away the two glass things I really didn’t want broken, and checked my computer covering the keyboard. I wonder what kind of havoc the two of them could wreck on the Internet? Well, the house was as kitten proof as I could make it in just a few minutes.I met Chris as she was leaving her apartment. She was carrying her coat so that I could appreciate her outfit. She had on a long flowing caftan shirt of black silk shot with gold threads. You could see hints of her beautiful body as she moved. Sort of like the moon playing hide and seek behind the clouds. I smiled my appreciation and bent over her hand. I wasn’t sure what had come over me, maybe it was the pantsuit. But I was rewarded with the sight of both her dimples.The party was fun; I usually don’t enjoy large crowds of people, but we both had friends there tonight. Besides, this was my first opportunity to dance with Chris. At midnight, we drank toasts to the New Year and kissed everyone in sight. And then I got to take Chris home.I opened the apartment door with some trepidation. The first thing we were greeted with was the sight of the two babies curled up together on the sofa. They looked exhausted. And they should be. A whole shelf of books was knocked out of the bookcase; two more of Cleo’s knickknacks were broken (good); and they had gotten hold of a cassette (also Cleo’s) and escort ankara warped the tape three times around the table and chair legs before depositing the bulk of the tape in a Gordian Knot in the middle of the rug. Gosh, I didn’t know a cassette held that much. Chris and I were both stifling laughs as we picked up the broken glass. I got a pair of scissors and attacked the tape Alexander-like. But the books could wait until morning. All in all, I decided that it was better to close the bedroom door. And we resolved to ignore any more crashes that night.For a while we just stood looking at each other in the dim light coming from the street lamp. I reached out and gently stroked the outlines of Chris’s breasts. I smiled when I realized she hadn’t worn a bra. She ran her hands up and down the rough silk of my shirt. Her hands found the buttons and she undid them one by one knowing that we were both enjoying the anticipation. I let the shirt slide off my shoulders and shuddered when she began caressing my bare breasts. I reached for her waistband and undid the button, and she obligingly slipped out of her pants. Now she was bottomless covered to the knees in flowing filmy black fabric. I studied her for a while, and she stood and let me. Then I led her to the bed.Our love making that night was gentler then Christmas Eve. We spent hours exploring each other’s bodies finding the sensitive spots. Somewhere along the line, I lost my pants, but Chris wore her caftan all night. I enjoyed darting under it to find her breasts with my mouth. I learned that her most sensitive spots were the backs of her thighs just bellow her ass. And she found all of my ticklish spots along my ribs. I missed the first crash from the living room because I was too involved in my orgasm. The second crash was so loud and prolonged that we both started to jump out of bed, but then we remembered out resolution and returned to our explorations.I turned Chris on her stomach and started kissing the backs of her legs. She squirmed, but when I would have stopped, she breathlessly begged me not to. I licked lightly along the crease between her buttocks and legs and then took gentle bites from her cheeks. And then I couldn’t resist and gave her a big hickey on her left one. She laughingly protested, but when I reached between and under, she was soaking wet. I began rubbing her wetness along her clit and felt her shuddering under me. I lay half on top of her while I continued rubbing gently. I kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders flicking my tongue along her ear lobes. Her hips were rocking in time to my thrusts, but I sensed that she wasn’t ready, so I slowed again and reached around her with my other hand to play with her breast. I pulled gently on her nipple and felt her shuddering moan, so I pulled harder. When she asked me to go inside her, I found her wide open to me. As my fingers slid in past her muscles, her breath came out in a shuddering gasp. I began thrusting gently first, and then harder as her urgency built. I could feel her muscles clasping my fingers and pulling them in deeper, so I thrust harder using my body weight to push. The orgasm seemed to build from her toes in a crescendo up her body. She stiffened in sections as she spasmed against my fingers again and again. When at last she let out her breath in a long sigh, I covered her body like a blanket whispering in her ear how much I loved her.We dozed sometime after daybreak both of us feeling that we had ushered in the New Year in proper fashion. I felt her soft breath against my breasts as she nestled against me and felt an overwhelming tenderness for this incredible women. The New Year looked to be a very happy one indeed, and I fell asleep thinking of how we would celebrate our next holiday together: St Valentine’s Day.In the morning, we went out to observe the damage. All in all it wasn’t as bad as it had sounded. They had gotten into the kitchen cupboard and there were pots and pans all over the floor. They had broken the chafing dish that matched the hideous plate that had been the first to go. And there were diskettes all over my office floor. Hummm, that was something I would have to be more careful with in the future. Now they sat next to the food dish looking as innocent as little angle kittens. I laughed so hard, I cut myself cleaning up the pottery.”Well, I’ve decided what to name this little red haired devil of mine.””What?””From hence forth, he shall be known as Loki, the Norse God of Mischief.”Chris laughed. “Well yes, and I think that Both Merry and Pippin are a too tame for this little angel. Besides, you already used those names to good effect.” My blush was only pale pink that morning.”So what will you name her?””How about Pali, Goddess of the Volcano? That should be an explosive enough name for this little whirlwind of destruction.” “Yes, and it is only fitting that our two household gods should be named accordingly.”

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