Cal (A Little Christmas Season Three)

6. Cal

Chapter 6

Cal

When I got home, I couldn’t get my clothes off and my laptop out fast enough. Searching for lactation porn was enlightening, not to mention satisfying in every sense of the word. And when I found videos and interviews with Daddies and their Littles who had replaced bottles and pacifiers with real-life Daddy nipples, I didn’t think my dick would ever be limp again.

It was just so sexy, and I knew there was no way I could survive another day without getting a taste of Simon’s milk.

To make sure I was ready if the opportunity presented itself, I watched nursing tutorials to learn the perfect latch and then packed a bag with my most comfy jammies. The fact that I had a pair just like the red-and-white striped jams the boy in the diorama was wearing was just luck. The kind of luck I hoped would be on my side when I finally got some alone time with Simon.

Before I went to bed, I did some research on how to break the ice on a first date. I knew it wasn’t technically a real date, that was just the word he used in the moment. But since I had very specific goals for my time in Simon's home, I wanted to make every effort to be successful.

Most of the checklists I came across were silly and wouldn’t work for us at all. Questions like where are you from and what do you do for a living that we had already gotten out of the way during the few days we’d worked together. Just before I got frustrated and gave up, one question finally resonated. And as I thought about it more, a plan came together that I hoped would work. All it required was one quick stop at the convenience store before I got to the mall and a whole lot of hope that Simon wasn’t just teasing me with the flirting and innuendo.

If I got to his home and he had no interest in even a quickie, I might never be able to show my face as his elf again.

We were so busy on Saturday that the shift went by quickly, and before I knew it, we were closing up for the day. As soon as we were alone, Simon slipped me his business card. “Here’s my address. Come by anytime. I’m going straight home, and I plan to throw a few steaks on the grill later, so if you want to stay for dinner, you’re welcome to.” He shrugged. “No pressure. If you’ve got other plans?—”

“I don’t have other plans. And dinner sounds nice.” I cleared my throat and shoved my hands into my apron, toying with a candy cane just to keep my fingers occupied. “I’m ready now, if that’s okay with you?” I couldn’t wait another second and hoped he wasn’t about to ask me to.

“Yeah, of course. Feel free to follow me.” He pointed to the food court exit. “My truck is parked right out there.”

“Oh, I’m out there too. Let me just grab my jacket and we can go when you’re ready.”

Neither of us spoke as we walked to the parking lot and then got in our separate cars. Coincidentally, we were parked in the same aisle, so as soon as he was ready, Simon pulled his truck just past my car and waited for me to pull out behind him.

My pulse was racing once I pulled to a stop in front of the cute cottage that was tucked into the trees at the back of a cul-de-sac. My plan started to seem silly, and I wasn’t sure if I’d go through with it or not. But something was about to happen, whether it was just a tour of his workshop and dinner with a new friend or the best night of my life, I needed to just let things play out as they would.

With my bag tucked safely behind the seat so I didn’t come off as presumptuous, I gathered up my courage and followed Simon into his home.

Simon slipped off his boots in his entryway, so I followed his lead and kicked off my sneakers.

I could feel my cheeks warm up when my Santa socks were revealed, but I should’ve known better.

“Cute sockies.” Simon winked then gripped the back of my neck and gave me a little squeeze. “Can I get you something to eat or drink before we head down to the workshop?”

I briefly considered asking for some milk, but it wasn’t the right time, so I just shook my head. “Thank you, Simon. I’m good for now.” My tummy couldn’t handle anything anyway with all the dinosaurs stomping around in there.

He cocked his head and then turned into the kitchen and pulled two bottles of water out of his fridge. “I haven’t seen you drinking any water today, so…” He handed me a bottle. “Start with this and let me know if you’d like anything else.”

He kept dropping hints that it was okay for me to ask for more, but I also wondered if I was reading too much into his innocent comments. Projecting my own desires with his simple gestures of hospitality.

Simon reached for my hand and guided me through his kitchen to the basement workshop. When he turned on the lights, my breath caught. It truly was a magical workshop like I pictured a real Santa to have. There were toys lined up along one wall and another wall with paints in various-sized jars. And so many big and small tools that I didn’t know where to look first.

At least until I spotted a large rocking horse painted white but with green stripes around the legs like my elf stockings and candy canes painted along the body. “Ohemgee! Is that an elf rocker?”

Simon chuckled. “Kinda. I was painting it the other night and just got inspired.”

“By me?” I went to the side of it and placed my hand on the seat. “Can I ride it?”

“Of course.” He put one hand on my hip and steadied me as I climbed on. “Let me help you.”

I didn’t actually need help, but it was really nice to know that he was there if I needed him. Once I was seated on the elf horse, I rocked it back and forth, almost giggling at how fun it felt. “This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“This one was going up on my store, but if you like it, you’re welcome to keep it.”

“Really?” I loved it and wanted to accept the offer, but it was probably worth hundreds if not thousands of dollars to Simon, and I didn’t want to accept something so valuable. Exchanging cookies and small gifts was one thing. But this was too much. “Thank you, Simon. That’s super generous, but I can’t accept it. I would feel like I was taking advantage of your kindness.”

He narrowed his eyes but then sighed. “Okay, well, if you want to help with the nutcrackers, I’ve got everything set up over here.” Simon went to a large table in the middle of the room where all the pieces he brought home from Santa’s Village were lined up. “Do you like to paint?”

“Yeah, a lot.” I picked up a tiny bottle of black paint. “But I’m usually kinda messy.” Just looking at the paint made my Little side start to emerge. I wanted to finger paint or use watercolors, not have to paint careful lines on important things. “Maybe you should do that part.”