Christmas morning, David got up early and hurried downstairs. He lit the fire, prepared cocoa and cinnamon rolls and made sure that all the gifts from Santa were displayed. Then he went to wake his Rebecca. As he neared their bed, he paused, watching her sleep, amazed again at her sweetness and warmth. He almost couldn't remember the days, months and years he had spent all alone, with no one to love and no one who returned the love. He was so incredibly happy with Rebecca. She was a constant surprise and delight. He had laughed more, loved more and felt more in his months with her than he had his entire adult life.
Now, he climbed into bed behind her, moved her heavy brown hair and started kissing her warm neck, whispering words of love and good cheer. He DID mention a few times that Santa had come and there were all sorts of gifts there for good girls. Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled, turning in his arms and kissing him good morning. He jumped up and held out her warm, red fleece robe, wrapping it around her and kissing her neck one final time. Then he headed downstairs, into the warm family room, scented with pine, cocoa and cinnamon. Becca followed behind, smiling at his retreating back and saying a prayer to the Relationship God, thanking him for David.
Christmas music filled the air, the tree was aglow with bright lights and the presents seemed to have doubled since bedtime. They sat together, happily sharing their first Christmas, opening presents and oohing and aahing over the thoughtfulness and cleverness.
Becca liked, no, loved, all her gifts from David. They were carefully chosen with her in mind, that was obvious. He had selected items that seemed made for her, hand picked with love and care. David liked all of his stuff too. He had tried on the gloves, admired the shirts and even rubbed on a little of the "Obsession for Men". All that remained under the tree was the portfolio that Rebecca had made for David.
They sat on the floor, their backs against the couch, close to each other and near the lovely warm fire. Rebecca reached under the tree one more time and brought out the package. She handed it to David with a kiss and snuggled at his side, waiting for him to open it and look inside. She hadn't looked at it at all, Kat had given it to her wrapped and ribboned and asked her to wait to be surprised with David. Now, he carefully removed the paper, and held the burgundy leather portfolio in his lap, reading the cover aloud, "REBECCA, 2001".
Rebecca had a moment of panic, she had never told David about Kat and their relationship. She started to explain, but David didn't want to listen right now, he wanted to see his Rebecca.
When he opened the book, it covered nearly both their laps. Kat had matted each picture and added small headings. The first pictures were just normal daily activities. Pictures of Rebecca at the computer, drinking coffee, reading a book. She was wearing the red satin blouse and short black skirt in each, but the moods seemed totally different with each shot. David felt he could never tire of seeing his beautiful lover, and each picture delighted him more. Now he saw the poses with the buttons slightly open and yearned to see the lovely breasts he knew were still covered. Although he had seen Becca naked countless times, he now wished that he could unbutton the few remaining ones and peek at her.
There was even a picture of Rebecca bent over a desk, her skirt thrown up, offering her hot ass to him. He remembered that pose and responded again to it. His cock was hard and ready, the precome sliding down the stiff shaft. Slowly, he turned the pages. This picture was Becca, her nipples hard and damp, as if just sucked. The look on her face was magical, as if she was being transported to somewhere exquisite. David stared at her face, her half-closed eyes, remembering well seeing her that way. On the next page was Becca, standing in a room, clad only in a red garter belt and dark hose, seemingly amazed to have found her bra on the floor and her full breasts naked. David could see her curlies, nearly smell her vanilla womanly scent as she stood there, slightly dazed.
These pictures were wonderful. David was seeing his woman just as he loved to, in a nearly sexual haze, slightly confused and lost.
Now the pictures became even more sensual. Becca with her tiny fingers sliding through her curlies, separating them, combing them, letting them wrap around her fingertips and then releasing them. With each picture, there was a tiny change, almost slow motion. The curls became shiny and obedient, now he could see her swollen slit and noted her fingers were buried deep within that slit. Her beautiful dark brown nipples changed from picture to picture, sometimes soft and almost flat, at times hard, bumply and newly sucked. David was mesmerized by the portraits. They caught his love at her most sensual, her most erotic. He continued turning the pages and watched as his Becca slid several fingers deep into her pinkness, licked those fingers cleaned and returned to thrusting them in and out of that most delicious pussy.
Then, a series of shots were of Rebecca coming. Her face was tight with passion, her eyes glazed with excitement. He could almost hear her crying his name. He could see the flush on her chest, he could feel her pussy tightening on his cock. God, these pictures were marvelous!
The final portrait in the portfolio was Rebecca, drained. Her hand rested on her curly mound, her eyes were closed and her smile was the most tantalizing that David had ever seen. Her nipples were still semi-engorged, capping her full breasts. She was a woman at rest, fulfilled and happy.
