The Santa Costume That Set Our Night on Fire

The holidays were coming at us fast, and we had already decided where we’d spend Christmas Eve: with Mariana, Valeria’s sister. When we confirmed it, Mariana almost cried. She sent me a message that very same afternoon thanking me, telling me she could see Val looking different, lighter, more herself. That message caught me off guard. I had to close my eyes for a moment before replying, because when someone from the outside notices something good and takes the trouble to tell you, it hits in a way that’s hard to explain.

Valeria had gone over to her sister’s place several times in those days, and one night she came back with something on her face I already knew well: she wanted to tell me something but didn’t know how to start. She took off her coat, set her keys on the counter, and stood there in the kitchen with that silence of hers that always announces something.

“Tomás says hi from a distance and takes off,” she said at last.

“And what does that have to do with me?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

“I guess he didn’t digest the fact that you’re with me. We thought the issue was going to be with Mariana, and it turns out the conflict is coming from somewhere else.”

Tomás was Mariana’s eldest son. Before I met Val, we had crossed paths twice. Nothing serious, nothing with a future, but not something that’s easily forgotten either. When Valeria appeared in my life and everything changed within weeks, he ended up in an awkward position. That didn’t surprise me. What surprised me was not having foreseen it sooner.

I stepped closer to Val, slid my arm around her neck, and kissed her slowly, calmly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him. If he understands, great; if not, we’ll see.”

“You don’t have to do that, Sofi. He chose not to say anything when he could have. The train passes only once, and if you stay on the platform, that was the possible outcome.”

“When did you get so philosophical?”

“Since I’ve been living with you,” she said, and smiled at me in that way that still throws me off a little.

***

A few days later we got started on the gifts. We made a list on the sofa, with mate and a blanket between the two of us, as if it were an important project.

“Are we getting each other something?” I asked.

“Sounds good to me.”

“I was thinking of an epilator. One of those that work for everything, even the intimate area. I’m exhausted with disposable razors.”

“Me too. Yeah, go for it.”

It was settled in less than two minutes. But I had another plan I didn’t tell her about. For a week I’d been looking online at a female version of a Santa Claus costume, red and tight, with white trim along the edges. That afternoon I bought it. I hid it at the back of the closet, behind a couple of boxes, with the same seriousness you’d use to hide something truly valuable.

***

December 23 arrived packed with things to do. The day before, I’d prepared a homemade matambre to eat cold at the pre-Christmas dinner, and Val nearly took offense when she found it in the fridge that morning.

“Son of a bitch,” she said, covering her mouth with both hands. “I was planning to buy it ready-made. When did you learn to make matambre?”

“I always knew how. I just never showed you.”

“You’re amazing,” she told me, and hugged me hard, her head resting on my shoulder. “With you I hit the lottery, I swear.”

“You’re making me blush,” I answered, and it was completely true.

“Another day I’ll teach you how to make it too. Now I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

I went into the bedroom, took the costume from the back of the closet, and changed right there. Red bodice with white trim that squeezed my tits until they spilled over the top, a matching miniskirt that didn’t cover much, a thong in the same color wedged between my ass cheeks, and long stockings that reached mid-thigh. I put on a little perfume, looked at myself in the mirror for two seconds—the nipples visible through the fabric, my cunt already wet before I’d even started—and stepped out before I could change my mind.

Val was standing with her back to me in the kitchen, stirring something in the pot.

“Oh, oh, oh... Merry Christmas!” I said.

She turned around. She froze completely. It took her several seconds to react.

“Crazy bitch,” she finally said, eyes wide and gaze fixed on my tits. “Christmas is still two days away. And with that outfit you’re going to kill me before we get there.”

“That’s exactly the plan,” I replied. “Tomorrow we’ll arrive late at Mariana’s. On the 25th we’ll be wrecked. When are we going to have time to fuck each other properly?”

“You’re right,” she said, and she wasn’t smiling anymore. “Don’t move from there.”

***

She disappeared into the bedroom and came back with a package wrapped in silver paper, which she held with both hands as if it weighed something.

“Open it,” she said.

I opened it slowly. It took me a second to understand what I was looking at: a suction-cup dildo, a considerably generous size, made of black silicone with a matte surface. Thick at the base, long, with veins marked like a real cock.

“My God,” I said, and felt my cunt tighten just from looking at it.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it. Wait, it’s your turn.”

I found the box for the epilator I had wrapped that morning and handed it to her. She opened it with more care than the situation required, and when she saw what it was she looked up with a huge smile.

“Will we use it together?”

“Obviously. But first the other thing.”

***

I took the dildo, ran my tongue along the whole shaft, from base to head, salivating it well, and stuck it to the bathroom wall at my waist height. I looked at it for a moment. I stroked it with the palm of my hand, slowly, feeling the weight and firmness.

“You’re looking at it like it’s yours,” Val said from the doorway, arms crossed.

“It’s ours,” I corrected her.

I stepped closer, knelt down, and took it into my mouth. I sucked it like it was a real cock, all the way down, until I felt the head hitting the back of my throat and had to pull back coughing, a thread of saliva hanging from my chin. I heard her let out a slow breath. I went back to sucking it, this time more slowly, looking her in the eyes, letting the black cock slide in and out of my lips with a wet sound that filled the bathroom.

“Whore,” Val murmured. “Look at how you suck it.”

“I’m learning for you,” I told her, my voice rough.

I stood up and turned around. Her hands found the miniskirt from behind, lifted it carefully, and yanked the thong down to my ankles in one pull. I leaned farther forward, braced my palms against the cold wall, arched my back, and pushed my hips back, offering her everything. I heard her ragged breathing behind me.

“You’re soaked,” she said, running two fingers through the slit of my cunt. “It’s dripping down your thighs.”

“Eat me.”

She knelt behind me. Her fingers spread my cunt lips and I felt her tongue go in at once, hard, searching for my clit from underneath. She started sucking it with her whole mouth, moving her head, while two fingers slid into my cunt and stretched me open. I tore a gasp out of her when I pushed my hips farther back, rubbing my face against hers. Then she moved up, and her tongue planted itself on my asshole. There she licked me with a concentration that made me bend my elbows and lower my head. She worked it up with saliva, probed it with the tip of her tongue, opened me, pushed her tongue inside me. I clenched my teeth so I wouldn’t scream.

“Put it in me already,” I begged her. “It’s ready.”

When I straightened up and turned around, she was already standing in front of me, eyes dark and lips shining. We kissed without haste, and I tasted myself in her mouth. I guided her hand until she placed the black head of the dildo at the entrance to my asshole. I pushed back myself, breathing slowly, letting myself be opened little by little. The ring gave way with a hot burn that shot up my back like an electric shock, and then the whole shaft started sliding into me, thick, deep, filling me up to a place I hadn’t known existed.

“Jesus,” Val murmured. “You’re taking all of it. It’s swallowing you whole, Sofi.”

“Little by little,” I said through clenched teeth, without stopping. “I want all of it in me.”

I felt the base touch my ass cheeks. There I stayed, with twenty-three centimeters of silicone in my ass, breathing through my nose, feeling my body adjust to the size.

“There,” I said. “I’ve got it.”

She brought me a chair. I braced my hands on the backrest and started moving, back and forth, finding the rhythm on my own. Each thrust tore another, deeper moan out of me. The black cock went in and out of my asshole with an obscene sound, and I felt my cunt dripping onto the inner sides of my thighs. Val stood behind me, spread my ass cheeks with both hands, and watched.

“You have no idea how good your ass looks swallowing this,” she said, and a sharp slap on my left cheek tore a short cry from me.

“More,” I begged her. “Hit me more.”

She hit me again. And again. My ass was red and I kept fucking myself against the wall, pushing harder and harder, feeling the head hit something deep inside me that made everything go white. Val had already taken off her clothes without my noticing and positioned herself in front of me, leaning against the tiles, legs open. Her cunt was pink, swollen, shining with wetness. I dropped to my knees without thinking—dildo still buried in my ass—and buried my face in her.

I licked her whole. I sucked each lip one by one, pushed my tongue into her hole, sucked her clit until she arched against the tiles. My hips kept moving backward, finding the dildo every time, and each thrust made me moan against her cunt. She grabbed my hair with both hands and started moving her pelvis against my mouth, fucking my face.

“Suck it like that, like that, don’t stop,” she panted. “Don’t stop, Sofi, don’t stop.”

I shoved two fingers into her cunt while I sucked her clit. I could feel everything tightening up inside her. I was close too. The black cock in my ass, my cunt dripping, my mouth full of Val’s taste, all of it together was taking me to the edge.

We came almost at the same time. Me first, with a gasp I couldn’t hold back, shaking against the dildo, feeling my asshole clamp around the silicone in waves that climbed up to my nape. Her a moment later, her hand gripping my hair hard, pushing my face against her cunt as she came in my mouth with a long cry that sounded inside my skull.

I stayed kneeling there, face pressed to her thighs, breathing. She let go of my hair slowly.

We looked at each other. Neither of us said anything for a few seconds.

“Son of a bitch,” Val said at last.

“Son of a bitch,” I repeated, and we both laughed at the same time.

I stood up slowly, feeling the dildo slip out of my ass with a wet tug that left me empty and throbbing.

***

“My turn,” Val said, once the laughter faded.

“Where are you going to use it?” I asked, though I suspected the answer.

“From behind. Like you.”

I took her hand and looked into her eyes before answering.

“Listen. I’ll help you, but we’re going slow. You’ve only tried it once. I don’t want it to hurt or for you to have a bad experience. If at any point you want to stop, we stop, no drama.”

“I’m not going to want to stop,” she said, with that expression of hers that has no name but means exactly what it looks like.

I looked for the cream we kept in the medicine cabinet. I went back to the bathroom, where the dildo was still stuck to the wall like a silent, somewhat solemnly ridiculous presence, still gleaming with my own saliva and something else.

“Bend over,” I asked her.

She bent over, bracing her hands on the edge of the toilet, legs open and ass up. I spread her ass cheeks with one hand and looked at her asshole up close: puckered, small, pink. I ran my tongue over it first, in circles, salivating it well before the cream. She let out a short moan and gripped the edge tighter.

“Sofi...”

“Shhh. Relax.”

I spread cream over her asshole slowly, carefully, and slid one finger in up to the knuckle. She let out a sound that was half complaint and half something completely different. I moved it around inside her, in circles, opening the ring. Then I slid in a second finger, and felt everything tense and then give. I took her hair with my other hand and turned her to kiss her, without taking my fingers out of her ass. Her eyes were a little wet, from concentration or something else, I wasn’t sure.

“Good?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Put it in. Put it in already.”

“You yourself. You put it in yourself.”

I positioned her in front of the dildo and guided her with my hands on her hips. She opened her legs on her own, found the angle with a determination that undid me, and pushed back. The black tip went in little by little, and I watched the ring stretch around the silicone. I let out an involuntary sound when I saw her take it in all the way in two movements, one after the other, no pause, until the base was pressed against her ass cheeks.

“Do you have it all?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“I’ve got it all,” she said, her voice slightly transformed, deeper.

“Move. Slowly. Like that.”

She started moving. Her hips went back and forth, and every time she drove it all the way in she let out a short moan. Her cunt opened between her legs and I could see from behind how her juices mixed with the cream, an obscene shine that made me swallow.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, on my back, and slid until my face was right beneath her cunt. I licked her from the clit down to where the shaft entered her ass, the whole route. Her hands found my head. Her hips found the rhythm on their own, with more confidence than I expected, fucking my mouth with her cunt while she fucked her ass with the dildo.

“Sofi, for fuck’s sake,” she panted. “Don’t stop. Suck it like that. I’m coming.”

I shoved my whole tongue into her cunt while I pressed her clit with my thumb. I felt her trembling all over, from her thighs to her shoulders. It took less time than I imagined. She came with a muffled cry, pushing her pelvis against my mouth, her legs giving way. I managed to hold her by the hips so she wouldn’t fall.

When she was done, she stayed leaning against the wall with her eyes closed and a smile that looked like it came from another dimension. The black cock was still coming out of her ass, gleaming all over.

“It’s beautiful,” she said after a moment. “There’s no going back from this.”

“There isn’t,” I confirmed. “Welcome.”

I stepped closer, grabbed her by the hip, and slowly pulled the dildo out of her ass, watching the asshole stay open for a second before closing again. I kissed her shoulder.

***

I washed the dildo with hot water and soap, with the same calm you’d use to wash any household utensil. Val got into the shower. When she came out, I made her bend over and checked her asshole more carefully than was probably necessary.

“How is it?”

“Fine, Mom,” she said, laughing.

“Dummy.”

I put on a little cream, kissed her ass cheek, and straightened up. I picked up the dildo wrapper that was left on the floor and looked for the measurements printed on the cardboard: twenty-three centimeters.

“Val,” I called.

“What?”

I showed her the number without saying anything else.

She looked at it. She shrugged with an indifference that felt completely fake to me, and that made me laugh for a good while.

***

Later, while we ate standing in the kitchen—the matambre, a little bread, two glasses of cold white wine—I told her I had sent Tomás a message that same day.

“And?”

“He read it. Didn’t reply.”

“Idiot,” she said, not giving it more importance than it deserved. “He’d better not think of making any scene tomorrow at Mariana’s dinner.”

“Nothing’s going to happen.”

“I know. But if it does, shit gets real.”

“Val.”

“I’m calm,” she said, and sounded completely calm. “We’re good, right? We’re together, we love each other, we just fucked like sluts and on top of that we have good food. We don’t need anything else.”

I stepped over and kissed her. She was right, as she almost always was.

That night we went to bed early. We were still in our underwear—the bodice from the costume had ended up tossed in some corner of the bathroom—and we fell asleep wrapped around each other, with the window cracked open and the city noise preparing for the holidays.

The next day would be the 24th. A long table awaited us, Val’s family, and Tomás with his awkward silence. But that was tomorrow.

That night it was just the two of us, and it had been perfect.