Her Christmas Wish
“Can she vote for herself?”
“Yeah, she can vote for whoever she wants.”
“And all women can vote?”
“Every last one of them,” he responds.
“Since when? Is it new?”
“No. The amendment was added to the Constitution in 1920, I believe.”
“That long ago? My mother would be so happy.”
“How’s that?”
“We marched for Women’s Suffrage. That law was built on the backs of women just like my mother. She didn’t deserve to die.” Though it’s technically been a hundred years, it was just yesterday that I saw her smiling at me. She helped me get ready for the party. We laughed and talked about the man I’d marry. I talked about Brett, but at the time, I still thought he was a figment of my imagination. My heart breaks for my parents, but this is my life now.
“My parents were in a car crash. It was snowing and another car lost control and careened into my parents. No one survived in either car. Sometimes people die too soon,” he says pulling me into a hug.
“A car?” I ask, sniffling. I was unable to stop my tears from falling.
“An automobile.”
“Many people can’t afford automobiles,” I tell him.
“Maybe not a hundred years ago, but just about everyone has them these days.”
“I can’t wait to see what they look like now.”
“You’ll certainly have your pick of them. I have three and Anika has one as well,” he tells me.
“Three? Why ever would you need three?”
“They have different functions. Granted, most people don’t have three, but I am wealthy so I can afford such luxuries.”
“I was wealthy once,” I say.
“And you will be again when we get married.”
“You want to marry me?” I ask.
“Only been dreaming about it for years, babe,” he says, grinning at me. My insides flutter and suddenly I remember one particularly filthy dream where he had me on my knees. I didn’t even know a woman was to put her mouth on her man’s cock, but now it’s all I can think about.
“What if I have to go back?”
“That won’t happen, Hannah.”
“How can you be sure?”
“The Universe would not give you to me, only to take you away.”
“Wouldn’t it?”
“Nope. I have faith.”
“I don’t want to think about that,” I tell him, dropping to my knees.
“What are you doing, Hannah?” he asks as I open the button on his pants. I have never seen the strange metal teeth before I pull the tab down and call it a success when it opens, and his cock is visible to me.
“So, I remember one particularly naughty dream of you I had,” I tell him.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes,” I say gripping his already hard cock and bringing it to my mouth. I wrap my lips around him and suck on just the tip before taking more of him into my mouth.
“Damn, girl.” I look up at him and continue sucking on him until he stops me. “You are too good at that, and one day I’ll lay back and enjoy the ride, but right now I need your pussy. Are you wet for me, Hannah?”
“I am always wet for you,” I tell him.
He pulls me up and lifts me on to his desk. He spreads my legs wide and feeling between my thighs, he grunts in frustration when he can’t access my pussy.
“Who the hell invented pantyhose?” he growls, and I giggle until he uses his fingertips to rip the pantyhose open at my crotch. He lines his cock up with my now bare opening and slams into me. The desk bangs against the wall on every thrust and it’s all I can do to hold on to him. The intensity with which he loves me is this time is different from the last time. It’s harder, faster, grittier. Every nerve in my body is on fire. I scream my release as he fills me with his life-giving seed.
Good thing he asked me to marry him since I am pretty sure I am going to be the mother of children very soon.
Epilogue
Brett
Christmas Day, 2021
As I hold my son, Gregory, I think about all the things that have gone right in my life since Hannah came to me.
Teaching Hannah all about modern life has been hard at times, but we are making do. She struggles with reality tv but loves sitcoms and Christmas movies. I am just thankful that Hannah and Anika get along so well. Anika comes home every break and the pair are inseparable. She told Anika the truth about her past and Anika took it all in stride.
We got married rather quickly because we weren’t sure if she’d go back again, but so far so good. I don’t want to get too comfortable. It’s the not knowing that has us on edge and living every moment like it’s the last.
The very first dream I had of her I knew. Every moment of my life, everything that happened, good or bad, brought me to this moment and made me into the only man who could fulfill her wish list, well four out five, though she was right, I am coming around on the Christmas thing.