Santa's Elf

If you are looking for a story filled with details of sexual intimacy, please look elsewhere. While there is sexual tension, there is no overt sexual activity in this little tale.

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"What the fuck! Asshole!"

Her yelling drowned out the moans from the man who was under her on the city sidewalk. She flailed her arms and then pulled herself up and stood next to him.

"I should kick you for grabbing me like that. Why'd you do it, Asswipe?"

Reg just held his left elbow in obvious pain. "I'm sorry," he moaned. "You were about to be hit by a car coming around the corner."

"Oh, sure. Like you think I can't see? No need to grab me and pull me down like that!"

"Hey Lady," an old Asian man said, "He's right. I saw that car turning right and this guy here pulled you back just in time. He tripped and fell down, bringing you with him."

"So, do you believe me now?" Reg asked. "I do you a big favor and all you can do is yell at me. Shit, I think I broke my elbow."

"Well, it would serve you right for grabbing me like you did."

"Lady, didn't you hear me? I saw it all and he saved your ass, if you ask me."

There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence followed by a softer tone. "Oh, uh, I guess, uh, maybe I overreacted. I was just shocked. A girl can't be too sure when things like this happen."

"Look, I'm sorry that you were scared, but I did what I did to help. Maybe you could help me a bit. Could you please pull my phone from my right shirt pocket and call 9-1-1?"

"OK. Here, what's your password?"

"None needed," he groaned. "Just hit the emergency icon in the bottom right corner."

After she called in the emergency and reported no one was in major danger, she sat with him until the EMTs arrived. She introduced herself as Noelle, apologized for her yelling at him and made sure he was taken care of. After learning his name and once the EMTs arrived she slipped away and went across the same crosswalk that he had pulled her from.

Two hours later Reg sat in the ER waiting area and read for the tenth time the sign that emergencies took priority over nonlife-threatening injuries. He appreciated the splint that the EMTs had placed and eventually almost drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly someone sat down next to him. He kept his eyes closed and tried to ignore the person until he heard her speak up.

"Look, Reg, I feel really bad about yelling at you. It is just scary for a tiny woman like me to find herself pulled down on the ground."

His eyes popped open to see her clearly for the first time. Noelle was an attractive woman with beautiful blue eyes and a smooth, pale complexion.

"It's OK, Noelle. Really, I understand. Why did you come down here?"

"Once I had a chance to let the shock wear off, I felt bad about yelling at you and just wanted to see if I could help. It looks like they haven't even seen you yet."

"No. It seems this is not as serious as a cardiac arrest," he joked. "I'll be fine, you can go ahead and head on home."

"No, I can't leave you like this. Let me go up and see how long it's gonna take."

Once she stood up and walked to the reception desk Reg noted she was really quite petite. That was attractive to him as he was always considered himself to be too short. He always regretted that fact and how it limited the number of women he could feel comfortable with.

When she returned, she told him he was next and sure enough a few minutes later he was called back. The surly nurse would not let Noelle come back with him, so he told her to go home and thanked her again for coming by.

His time in the ER was fairly quick. The ER doc reported that the elbow was cracked and that surgery was not needed. He would need a splint and weekly visits to a community orthopedist. With a prescription for mild pain meds in his right hand and his left elbow bent ninety degrees in a splint, he wandered back to the waiting area with plans to call a Lyft home.

Noelle came running up to him and asked him the news. She smiled when he told her it wasn't all 'bad'. "Now we need to get you home. My car is just outside."

"Oh, Noelle, that really isn't necessary. I'll just grab a Lyft."

"No, I can't let you do that. I realized that you saved me from a major injury, this is the least that I can do. You come with me."

Reluctantly he walked with her to the pharmacy, picked up the pills and then went out to her car. She had a Honda CRV and when he asked her about it, she replied that it was really good for short people.

"Well, just how tall are you?"

"Why, Sir, if I stretch all the way, I top out at a full five feet, well, almost, thank you very much. And don't give me any shit about it either," she laughed.

"Trust me, I won't. I've always been unhappy with my five feet, five inches. Oh, and by the way, you sure have a potty mouth," he teased.

"I guess I do. I've had to stand up for myself so much that I use bad language to tell people I'm serious and not some little girl. And at five-five you tower over me, so that is tall enough in my book."

He gave her instructions to his place, which was a loft apartment above a small townhome near his work. He thanked her for the ride and she jumped out of the car saying, "Not so fast. I want to make sure you are ok."

They went up the steps and suddenly he knew he would not be able to get in by himself. The door was sticky and the handle needed to be pulled out with the left hand while the key was turned with the right. He was unable to do this simple task with his arm in a splint. Once he explained his problem Noelle was able to get the door open and lead him inside. He showed her the way up the stairs to the inner door, which was far easier to open with one hand.

"Here is my castle, be it ever so humble, yada, yada, yada."

Noelle strolled around the small common room, which was separated from the kitchen by a simple island. "You have a nice spot here," she said. "How are you going to manage with just the one arm?"

"Oh, I'll figure it out. Thanks for bringing me home, I really appreciate it."

Noelle walked over to the refrigerator and took a peek in. "I see you don't really have much in here to eat. You won't starve, will you?"

"No, I won't. I usually eat out, sometimes I get food delivered. I'll be fine."

"Silly, how will you get back in? Do you expect someone to just be there for you to handle the front door?"

"Noelle, I really appreciate all the help you have given today, particularly since we got off on the wrong foot. But there is no need for you to worry about me. I'll be fine, really."

"OK," she replied. "Show me how you plan on getting dinner tonight and I'll leave."

Reg had slipped his phone in his right back pocket where he could reach it and he pulled it out and showed how he could dial it.

"I see. Now how about paying? Can you do that?"

"Sure, I'll just get my wallet... "

"Uh-huh. And where is it? Stuffed in your left rear pocket, which you can't get to. Listen, Reg, this one example shows you need some help. You can't do this solo. That's what friends and family are for. Who you gonna call?"

"My family is in SoCal and my best buddy just moved to Austin for a new job. I really don't have anyone I can rely on, unfortunately."

"Sure you do, Dummy. You got me. I'll help until you can at least open the front door."

Reg protested but was eventually won over by her insistence. They then tried to figure out a suitable arrangement for her to come over and help with meals and chores, but it turned out that that would be very inconvenient due to her work. Finally, she suggested he move over to her place for the duration.

"Look, Noelle, I really appreciate your offer, but you don't know me. I could be some random ax murderer or something. Besides, how big is your place?"

"I doubt there is a five-foot five ax murderer on the planet, so that kills that argument. I have a fairly nice place with a huge pull-out couch in the living room, so you'll be fine. And if you come at me with an ax, I'll just slip out the fire escape by the bedroom window," she joked.

Eventually Reg agreed. He, with her help, packed up a duffle bag full of clothes and a ditty bag and they left for her place. By the time they got there they were both hungry and so she ordered in a pizza which they wolfed down, chased by a mug of milk each. Once they were done, he realized he was exhausted and started nodding off. Noelle quickly showed him the bathroom, cleared out a bit of room on the counter for him and, with a deep blushing of her cheeks, quickly removed some dried underwear from the shower rod. He certainly liked the see-through nature of the bra cups and the panties but made no mention of it.

While he was brushing his teeth Noelle pulled out the sofa bed and made it up with clean sheets and a blanket. Reg then wandered out and crashed onto the bed.

"I know tomorrow is Saturday, but do you have to work?" he asked.

"No, my job at the insurance agency is strictly Monday to Friday, at least for now. I'll be busy on Saturdays starting next weekend. What about you?"

"I'm good also. I actually can work from home if I need to. I'll call my boss Monday and see if I can get switched to telecommute status for a few weeks. But right now I just need sleep."

Reg did not even hear her response or her sweet wish for a "Good night."

As she was going to bed Noelle couldn't help but think that Reg seemed to be a very friendly man. "This may not be too bad having him in my place for a few weeks," she thought as she hit the sack.

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"Ouch, damn it! Oh shit, shit, shit!" Reg was awakened with the swearing followed by a body crashing into his bed. It was still dark and he was confused for a second or two until he remembered his situation. He reached over to his side and grabbed accidentally right onto a nice, very nice, soft swelling on the swearing Noelle. He jerked his hand back immediately and asked what had happened.

"Oww, I forgot just how far out into the room the bed reaches and I jammed my toe into the metal leg. Shit, that hurts."

Reg started laughing. "I'm sorry, I know it must hurt, but think about it. Between us we will have just three hands and three feet working."

"You keep laughing, Buddy. Here I am in pain and all you can do is cop a feel and laugh at me," she giggled.

"Look, I couldn't see anything, the feel was purely by accident. Here, let me get the light... Uh, my arm won't reach the lamp, do you wanna get it?"

"OK, sure."

Then in the dark he felt her crawl over him and reach for the lamp. Once she turned it on, he realized she was wearing a thin sleep shirt and she was stretched out over him. In no time his morning wood was rising rapidly and he was afraid she would feel it. "Uh, Noelle, maybe you should get off of me, you think?"

"Why? I kinda like waking up with a warm body like this, though the sore toe I could do without. And I have you at a disadvantage, you being one-armed and all." With that she gave him a quick hug before getting up and heading to the kitchen. "Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, please." With that he slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom dragging his jeans and with his hardon poking out in front. Fortunately, she was behind him and couldn't see his condition. Once in the bathroom he waited for his erection to ease off so that he could piss. Once that was successful, he rinsed out his mouth and looked at himself in the mirror. "Don't be stupid," he thought. "She is a nice girl but that little hug meant nothing." But it still made him nervous, as he was never one to touch or hug casual acquaintances. To him hugs between a man and a woman were usually more of a sexual thing. He pulled up his jeans using his good arm and wandered back to the living room where he found the bed already folded up.

While he was gone Noelle had worked on the coffee and the bed. As she hobbled around the room, she thought about him accidentally touching her on her breast. She liked it, even if it wasn't on purpose. She also was sure he had an erection when she leaned over him to turn on the light. "Maybe he could be interested in me," she thought, "Or maybe it was nothing more than a man's morning erection."

"I see you didn't waste any time getting rid of the bed," he said when he returned.

"No, but look at my foot! It's already turning purple. I really jammed it."

"Here, have a seat and let me take a look." She sat down on a chair as he kneeled on the floor, then she raised her foot up to him. Blood started pounding in his ears as her foot rose and he could see well up her leg to the faint blue of her underwear and his hard on started coming back again. "You need to ice this," he said as he stood up. "Do you have any ice packs or frozen peas?"

"Yeah, I got an ice pack in the back of the freezer on the right."

He went over, pulled it out, wrapped it in a towel and had her sit down with her foot elevated for a bit. "I'll need the ice pack myself before long," he thought to himself as he felt himself getting stiffer. He turned away from her, asked about the coffee situation and before long he brought her a mug with a bit of cream and no sugar, just like he liked it himself.

"We need to think about breakfast. I usually don't eat much myself, what about you?" she asked.

"A piece of toast is good enough for me, but I'll need to get a decent lunch, though. Let me get you a slice. Butter, jam or both?"

"Just butter for me, thanks."

Within a few minutes he had navigated his way around the toaster and plates with his one useful arm to bring them both toast on small plate. Noelle balanced her plate on her very shapely legs, drawing his attention to them and her mid-thigh hemline every time she reached down for a bite. He remained over at the kitchen table partly to hide his hard on. After a half hour she reported that her foot was quite cold and he noted that her nipples were sticking out through her t-shirt. He took the ice pack, replaced it in the freezer and she hobbled back to her bedroom.

Reg took this time to put his shirt on his back and his right arm while draping it across his left arm and waited for her to return. While she was gone her thoughts kept going back to him. He seemed like a really nice guy; certainly, he was no ax murderer. Even though he appeared to be shy and reserved about the hug, she smiled remembering how he tried to hide his erection. She was glad her excitement wasn't so visible. The hard nipples she could blame on the cold ice pack, or could she? She had to admit to herself that she felt a bit of moisture below just from having a guy in her apartment. "I must be horny," she thought. Once she was dressed in a simple blouse and jeans she returned to the living room.

"So what are we going to do today?" she asked.

"I don't know, it's your place, so you're in charge."

"Well, seeing as it is Thanksgiving on Thursday, I thought I might do a little shopping. I usually don't do much for the holiday, just a small turkey breast, yams and beans. That sound OK to you?"

"Yeah, great. Whatever you do is fine with me."

"I actually celebrate it on Wednesday evening, my boss gives me the afternoon off as the office is dead from noon on. Then on Thursday I volunteer at the local soup kitchen handing out turkey dinners to the poor. You won't be much help with your one arm but would you like to come with me?"

"Sure. Maybe I could hand out the utensils or drink glasses. One arm should be OK with that, you think?"

"Yup. Good. Let's hit the supermarket before the crowds get there."

Once they arranged for his arm sling and coat, she drove them to the local grocery store. There he pushed the cart with his good hand while she chose the food. At the checkout counter they had a friendly argument as to who would pay. He insisted that as long as he was staying at her place, the least he could do was pay for the food.

Back at her apartment she put the food away and they then spent time getting to know each other better, trading stories of their lives. He had just turned twenty-six and she was just a few months younger. And her name was in honor of her birthday, the twenty-fifth of December. She described hating her birthday while she was growing up, but now she liked it. Very few people have birthdays on the twenty-fifth and she loved the uniqueness of it all.

Right after a light lunch they agreed on watching the U play football against their rivals from downstate. Halfway through the second quarter Noelle realized Reg was sound asleep. She curled up against him using his thigh for a pillow and found herself drifting off to sleep as well.

When he woke up an hour or so later, he realized that her head was in his lap and she was curled up on the couch beside him. He took the chance to look at her and was struck by her good looks. Her hair was a light brown, some would call it dirty blonde, and she had the smoothest of complexions. Her breasts were full and she had a nice shape to her hips. Her ass, clad in tight jeans, was to die for. As he stared at her he realized he was getting hard again. Panic set in. He did not want to pop a boner with her sound asleep on his lap. He started thinking about work, doing a coding problem in his head, anything to take his mind off his current situation.

As she woke, she realized her head was in the middle of his lap. With her eyes closed she stayed still and enjoyed the closeness of being with him. She then realized there was movement in his jeans and chuckled to herself. He was getting hard again! Rather than embarrass him, she yawned, stretched out and rose up from his lap.

"Wow, once you dozed off, I realized I was sleepy too. Thanks for providing such a nice pillow."

"No problem," he responded. "I was exhausted and I don't think those pain pills are helping me stay awake."

"You know, I have never slept with a guy within twenty-four hours of meeting him. You're kinda lucky," she laughed.

"Well, most guys use 'lucky' to mean something else, you know. But I do consider myself very fortunate to have met you, even if I had to knock you down to the ground to get your attention," he joked.

She stretched again as she got up, thrusting her breasts tightly into her blouse. Reg tried to avoid staring but did take a peek when she turned away. That didn't help his half hard on so he got up to go to the bathroom.

"Man, she's cute. What nice tits. I'm going to need to rub one out if I stay here much longer," he thought as he closed the door. Once his erection subsided, he finished up in the bathroom and then went back to the living area.

When he got there Noelle said, "Reg, I know this is not your place and it is quite small. I think we need to be open about our situation and try to give each other some privacy and space. I usually do yoga and stretches three or four times a week right here, but I'm going to move things around in the bedroom and do my exercises there. OK?"

"Sure, Noelle, that's fine by me. Or I can also head out for a walk if you want me to."

"No, that would be cruel to send a maimed fellow into the streets just so I can do my exercises. You stay here and I'll be back in an hour or so."

She disappeared down the short hallway and he settled down with an e-book. By late afternoon the shadows were getting long and he was getting hungry. He stood up and went towards the bathroom only to be stopped by seeing her in a backward stretch position. She was face up and had her knees and elbows on the floor and her torso and pelvis were arched up. Her pussy was right in his line of sight and he could clearly see her camel toe. He ducked into the bathroom not believing what he had just seen.

"I have got to get out of here. If I don't, I'll go slowly mad," he thought. He made a bit of noise and flushed the toilet before he left. Behind him he heard her say, "I'm just about done. Interested in dinner?"