The Fantasy Basket

By JenEsme

Inspired by Stephenie Meyers' Twilight series. No infringement intended.

Chapter 7—Esme: Christmas

Posted 5/30/12

Please note: There will be one element in this chapter-a movie reference-that strays from the timeline. The subject matter was too perfect for this part of The Fantasy Basket not to use, even though the actual movie was not released until much later than 1990. Please forgive me this bit of artistic license. Thanks.

December 1990

"He is so hard to shop for, you know? He buys everything he wants for himself."

"I know what you mean. Eleazar came home a couple of weeks ago with a 100 disc CD player. I said, 'it's a month before Christmas! Why didn't you just put that on your list?'"

"These guys are impossible. I hate just buying him clothes. What am I, HIS mother, too?"

Carmen laughed. We were fighting the holiday crowds at the mall two weeks before Christmas with all five of our kids in tow. School was out for winter break (it sounds so weird to call Christmas Vacation 'Winter Break'—that darn Political Correctness movement!), and we had Santa pictures to take and a few last gifts to buy—Carlisle's being the most difficult.

"Mama, look! It's just like what Buddy got for his dad!" Edward looked so cute all dressed up for Santa in his red plaid shirt and argyle vest. I noticed what he was pointing to and gulped. Why did the people at Robinson's have to put the lingerie section directly across from the Christmas ornaments? My six year old was pointing out a sheer, red, babydoll negligee, complete with white marabou trim along the top and a black velvet belt with a rhinestone buckle under the red velvet cups. It was, indeed, just like the lingerie that Will Farrell's childlike character bought "for someone special," his grouchy father played by James Cahn, in the movie Elf. That movie had been full of stupid, childish humor—most of it was pretty tame, but of course Edward remembered the one questionable scene. Time to mom up…

"It is, Edward, good observation. Do you think that was a good present for him to buy his dad?"

It got worse. "No, he probably should have given it to the girl elf instead."

Carmen snorted as she fought to keep her laughter in. Thank goodness the other kids hadn't noticed the exchange.

"Maybe so, Eddie Bear. They are GIRLS pajamas, huh? Let's go pick out your ornament for this year, ok?" Deflect! Deflect!

While his attention was successfully diverted, mine was piqued. As the boys scoured the Christmas section for an ornament, the wheels in my mind were turning. The creativity was flowing. I was formulating the perfect gift for my husband.

"What are you smirking at, Es?" Carmen's eyes followed mine across the aisle to the naughty Santa nightie and her eyebrows raised up. "Figure out something for Carlisle, Mrs. Claus?"

"Maybe so," I giggled.

"Why don't I take the boys to pick out a gift for you while you stay here and do a little shopping? Can we meet up in about forty five minutes? Gianna's due to wake up then and I'll need to feed her."

"That would be great, Carmen. They've got a really nice mother's lounge here upstairs by the kids clothing section. I'll meet you there and take the other kids for a shift so you can nurse her in peace." I'd used that room many times when the boys were babies. I'd breastfed each of them for a year and a half, and had never supplemented with formula. My girls may be small, but they did the job they were intended for! An added benefit was that ever since, my breasts had been a lot less ticklish, but a lot more sensitive and responsive to Carlisle's touch.

"Thanks, Es."

"Hey, Cullen Boys—I need to talk to you!"

"Mom, look what I picked out!" Emmett proudly held up the biggest, gaudiest ornament I think I'd ever seen.

"Wow, that's really colorful! Are you sure that one's your favorite?" He nodded enthusiastically.

"Ok. Miss Carmen is going to take you guys to pick out a present for me and I'm going to shop on my own for a bit. She's in charge while I'm gone and remember that if you can't see her, she can't see you. Be good. Have fun."

"Ok. Hey mom, I know what I'm gonna pick out for you! Do you like…"

"Stop—don't tell me, Edward! Not even a hint! I like to be surprised on Christmas morning." He had a tendency to spill the beans, not realizing that his "hints" were way too obvious.

"Thanks Carmen, I'll see you upstairs." She nodded and herded the kids toward the elevator.

Once they were out of sight, I crossed the walkway and found my size in the Santa nightie. I hadn't bought much lingerie before, other than my plain old underwear and bras and a couple of nightgowns I rarely wore—I usually slept in sweats and a t-shirt. On our honeymoon, I'd worn a sexy little teddy that I got as a wedding shower gift, but it was really uncomfortable—scratchy lace and boning—and it was hard to get out of, which kind of defeated the purpose, so I just figured that lingerie wasn't our thing. I wish I hadn't waited 15 years to try again. The ones I looked at here were fancy and frilly without being scratchy. They were sexy and fun, and I was really excited about the gift I was going to give Carlisle. I actually took a whole armload of colors and styles into the dressing room, and ended up with four sets, including the Santa one.

Taking a cue from the dirty movie we had watched, I decided I needed some sexy shoes to go with my new underwear. I usually chase the kids around in flats or sneakers, but the movie girls wore super high heels and left them on when everything else came off. I checked the sale rack and found a pair of black patent leather strappy shoes with 4 inch heels that had little rhinestone buckles that matched the Santa negligee—perfect! I also found a pair of heels in zebra print and another that had metal studs on them and looked kind of tough. I couldn't believe I was actually doing something like this. I hope Carlisle doesn't think I'm crazy. On my way upstairs to get the kids, I saw a leather choker with some flat metal studs to match the shoes. Had to get that, too, for when we tried out our bondage set. Maybe it would give Carlisle a laugh after his studded collar comment. Ha!

Later, at Carmen's house, her baby and toddler were down for naps and the three older kids were playing upstairs. She set a cup of coffee down in front of me and said, "Do tell, girlfriend. What are you up to with your lingerie shopping? Those bags are a lot bigger than you need for your tiny little Mrs. Claus nightie!"

We were both pretty private people, and never really talked about our sex lives or anything like that, but she did know about the steps I'd been taking to improve my relationship with Carlisle. I took a deep breath. "Well, you know what we've been doing to try to help our marriage—the date nights, the talking, trying to be more affectionate, and all that?" She nodded. "Well, we don't have much of a physical aspect at all. Maybe once a month, if that."

Carmen nodded in understanding. "I hear ya! It's hard with the kids, huh?"

"Yeah. So, anyway, now they're a little older and I'm not getting up all hours of the night with them anymore…"

"I'm so jealous!"

I laughed apologetically. "Anyway, with all this stuff I've been reading, I realize that we really need to work on our physical relationship, too. But we're both kind of shy and neither of us had any experience before each other, so I tried to spice things up by buying some toys and things…" The story of my porn shop adventure brought us both a great fit of laughter. "But even though we have the stuff, we're not using it. We're either too tired, or one of us isn't in the mood, or somebody's sick, or I have my period, or whatever." I snorted. "Maybe he's just being anal retentive with his stupid calendar. If I'm not in his book, it's not going to happen, you know? I told you about the time he turned me down to go get a haircut, right?" She nodded and laughed at the ridiculousness of that situation. "Boy, did I give him a piece of my mind after that! He's been better, but it just still isn't happening as naturally as it should. So I thought maybe I'd try to schedule one night a week where we have an appointment to play… in bed. Does that sound too regimented and weird?"

"You know, I've never seen Carlisle without his planner and his beeper. I think scheduling time for sex may be just what you guys need. Do you think he'll go for it?"

"Well, that's what popped into my head at the store today. If I make it his Christmas present to draw an experience or a fantasy out of a hat one day a week for the whole new year, maybe he won't see it as me demanding more time in his planner. It's a gift, right, not an obligation?"

"I love it!" She clapped her hands. "You are so clever. I never knew you were such a dirty girl, Esme!"

I blushed and covered my eyes with my hands. "I can't believe I'm doing this." We spent the rest of the afternoon thinking up different fantasies and writing the naughty little notes I'd use to introduce them. It was kind of fun to see this new side of my best friend.

The following weekend was the annual Christmas party for Carlisle's medical group. It was nice to get to know the people that my husband spent so much of his time with, and to compare notes with the other "hospital widows," most of them, anyway. Some doctors and their wives were so full of themselves—completely materialistic and all for show, talking about their fancy cars and summer houses and plastic surgery. There were many high-flying egos among this group, that's for sure. But there were several kind, compassionate people, too. I mostly hung around with my friend Kate. She and her husband Garrett are such good people. They've got kids a little older than ours and are very level headed. Garrett has his pilot's license and he volunteers his time and his Cessna for Doctors Without Borders, traveling to underdeveloped countries to provide free medical care to people in need. He was telling us about his latest trip to South America. In college, Carlisle had done a research project on indigenous medical practices of the Amazon, he was very interested to hear what things were like there now.

While we were talking, Carlisle was paged. Everyone heard the beep, and the room grew silent. When people saw that it was Carlisle checking the offending little black box clipped to his belt, there was a collective sigh of relief among the spouses. Several of them shot me sympathetic looks. The other doctors were happy that it wasn't them who had to go in to work, and many of them razzed Carlisle for his bad luck. "Glad it's you, not me, Sucker!"

"Sorry, Love," he declared, returning from the phone. "It's an emergency with a patient I operated on yesterday."

"Oh, Carlisle, they're just about to start the gift exchange."

"Why don't you stay, Esme? We'll drive you home," Kate offered.

"That sounds great, Ezzy, then you won't have to miss it. Just pick out the best present for me, ok? Thanks Garrett. Kate. Merry Christmas everyone, it was great to see you." He waved goodbye to the group as I walked him to the door.

"I'll miss you. Hurry home to me."

"I will, Baby. I'm sorry, but it can't be helped. This guy's been touch and go ever since we opened him up. I'd hate for his family to lose him at Christmas."

What a difference from his attitude toward me just a few months ago! "You're so compassionate, Sweetheart. I love that about you, even if it means I have to share." I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Well, you get most of me! I'm kind of glad to get out of here, anyway. You met the new guy, right? Dr. Hunter? Well, his wife Victoria keeps hitting on me, for crying out loud. Right in front of James and everyone."

"The redhead who's been boasting about her boob job all night? Yeah, I noticed that. I'll keep them here and make sure she doesn't track you down."

"Mmmm…My protector…" He kissed me longingly a few times. "Gotta go, Baby."

"Love you…"

I drew two numbers from the dish that was going around. Each person, in order of their number, could choose an unopened gift or steal one that had already been opened from someone else. Once a gift was stolen three times, it was frozen and couldn't be stolen again. Everyone had been instructed to bring a holiday themed gift. That was pretty broad, and I wondered what we'd see. I had brought a beautiful embroidered holiday throw blanket and a set of scented candles in glass angel-themed holders. Technically, Carlisle brought one of those, but I picked them both out. There were a lot of really nice gifts, and some silly gag gifts, like the reindeer boxer shorts with the light-up nose. One of the guys obviously bought those. Since I was playing for two and kept getting stolen from, I opened a lot of presents. Toward the end of the game, I was stolen from yet again.

"Ok, this is Carlisle's turn." There was only one unopened gift left—the candleholders I had brought myself—so that was out. And most of the opened gifts I was interested in were frozen by this point.

"Take the jock strap!" The guys were teasing me to take the most risqué gift of the night home to Carlisle. It was a bottle of tequila with a tiny pair of men's Santa underwear. I secretly wanted it, since it matched the Mrs. Claus lingerie I had bought, but I was far too embarrassed to choose it in front of Carlisle's colleagues.

"Come on, Esme, Cullen needs the jock strap!"

"I'll give you five bucks to take the Santa jock strap!"

"I'll give you ten! But we need a photo to prove he's worn it!"

My face was so hot. I could barely contain my laughter. I thought I'd play along. "Well, I don't know if I should get it for him, guys," I said, picking it up and examining the pouch that would hold the owner's manly parts. "It might not be big enough." Howls and hoots of applause erupted throughout the room. "Tell you what, if somebody can add another five dollars and make it an even twenty, I'll take it!"

"Sold! Don't forget—photo proof on the fridge in the doctor's lounge by Monday!"

"Will do!" I took my bottle of tequila, my Santa Speedo, and my twenty bucks, thankyouverymuch, and took a seat. This set off a chain reaction of stealing, as the previous owner of the Santa pants stole something else, and so on. Eventually, Victoria was empty handed, and eyeing my prize.

"Let me be your Santa, Baby, get me those trunks!" James called from across the room. She passed him a sly smile and a quirked eyebrow.

"I'll give you another twenty bucks if we get a picture of Hunter in the jock strap!"

"Forty bucks? You got it!" Victoria took his twenty and stuck it in her bra, then leaned over to pick up the bottle, money, and underwear from me, whispering, "I'd gladly strip Carlisle of his underwear, any day." She winked at me and slithered across the room to James, twirling the briefs on her index finger, singing, "Santa Baby, hurry down the chimney tonight…"

Kate and Garrett were the only other people to hear Victoria's comment. We looked at each other, astonished. That woman was unbelievable! I'd had enough. I just took the last unopened gift—the one I had brought myself—to end the game. Meanwhile, James was slipping the underwear on over his slacks. Someone handed him a wad of tissue paper from one of the gift bags.

"Here, bro, you don't quite fill it up like Carlisle would." James stuffed the paper in front, resulting in a ridiculously large bulge, and made all sorts of lewd gestures, grabbing his crotch, thrusting his pelvis, and pretending to hump his wife while his coworkers snapped photos and cheered him on.

"I think it's time to go." I turned to Kate and Garrett. He was already off gathering our coats.

Christmas morning was a flurry of activity. After playing the dutiful family and spending most of Christmas Eve at my in-laws' church services, then staying up late to help Santa unload his gifts for the boys, stuff the stockings, nibble the cookies, and prep the breakfast casserole, we dropped into bed, exhausted. We had a rule that the boys couldn't wake us up to go open presents until at least 7:00 am, but our sleep was interrupted by Edward knocking on our door at six and again at six thirty, asking if it was time yet. Argh!

"We'll come and get you when it's time, Buddy! Stay in bed until then, ok?" The time finally came, and it was wonderful to see how joyful the boys were as they dumped out their stockings, tore through gift wrap, shouted with delight when they opened something they'd really wanted, and stuffed themselves with chocolates and candy canes. They settled in to playing with their new toys, happy to stay in their pajamas all day. Carlisle wanted a shower, so I followed him upstairs, closing the door behind us. He looked at me, curiously.

I wrapped my arms around him and breathed into his ear, "I've got something else for you."

"What is it?" He removed his plaid flannel pajama top as I retrieved his gift from my closet.

"Something I didn't want to give you in front of the kids." I handed him a small gift with a note attached to the front. He opened a pair of forest green silk boxer shorts and read:

12/25/90

Dear Sweetheart,

Merry Christmas! I know you've been a busy and stressed out Santa lately, so I've arranged for Mrs. Claus to join you tonight to help relieve some of your tension. She'll have a gift that you'll enjoy all year long, starting tonight. Meet upstairs at 10:00 pm. I know it will be hard to wait until then. In the meantime, you can wear these Sexy Santa shorts today and every time you feel the silky softness rubbing up against you, you can think about how good it will feel to kiss Mrs. Claus tonight, to taste her milk and cookies, and to unload your big Christmas package. Merry Christmas!

Jeez, Carmen and I had put every innuendo imaginable into that note. I hope we didn't overdo it!

He looked quite shocked and a little perplexed. "So, what's tonight at 10:00? What does it mean, 'all year long'?"

I shrugged. "Meet me here at 10:00 and you'll find out." I rubbed the silk shorts up and down his chest. "I promise it's something good, Santa." I kissed him and retreated to my sink to wash my face and brush my teeth and hair while he finished undressing and climbed in the shower. I'm so glad I selected the clear glass doors. I admired him from my mirror as the water and soap ran down his succulent body, and I couldn't wait for 10:00 pm!

We spent Christmas day relaxing and having fun with the kids. We built Legos, played with new toys, and watched the Home Alone video that Emmett received. (All afternoon Edward kept putting his hands on his face and gasping, just like Macauley Culkin.) Carlisle played football with the boys while I looked through my new cookbook. I'm excited about my gift certificate to a cooking school. I've been trying to learn new recipes and improve my cooking skills, so cooking classes will be great. We also called close friends and started writing thank you notes.

"You can't play with it until you've thanked the person who gave it to you, Emmett." He groaned in protest. "Hey, if you're not thankful for it, we can just send it back to them."

"All right, all right…"

After a quick dinner, we played a board game and tucked the boys into bed. I spent an hour straightening the house back up, and it was finally time. I was really nervous about what Carlisle would think. As I changed into my Santa nightie and high heels, I worried. We had both always been so conservative. Would he think I was being too forward? Would he be horrified at the fantasies and at me for thinking of them? Would he like seeing me in the sexy Mrs. Claus outfit? There was only one way to find out. I emerged from my walk in closet with a basket full of small wrapped gifts and a velvet bag. Carlisle's eyes just about popped out of his head. OK, he likes the outfit!

I handed him the second note. "This is all for you, Santa."

12/25/90 - 10 pm

Merry Christmas! Did you ever get underwear for Christmas as a kid? Back then, it was pretty boring, but now I hope you've found it to be the most exciting gift ever. This is your Tuesday underwear and it comes with a Fantasy Basket. I know you hate Tuesdays, so the Fantasy Basket will give you something nice to think about all day every Tuesday. Each Tuesday morning, you can reach in and select a fantasy that will come true on Tuesday night. Maybe Tuesday will become your favorite day of the week!

(PS—It was hard to think of 52 fantasies, so I want you to add some of your own to the basket. I can't wait to help you make YOUR dreams come true.)

"Seriously?"

"Mmm hmm. Are Tuesdays good for you, because we could do it any day you like, as long as we do it."

"I think Tuesdays are great. What kind of stuff is in there?"

"Everything you could ever dream of."

"This is nice… Like your senior picture." He ran his fingers along the marabou trim, from one shoulder, down and across my chest, and up to the other shoulder. "Is strip poker in there? Maybe we could play sometime and you could take it off."

"Strip Poker's not in there now, but you can add it. I don't know how to play, though."

"Even better." He smirked. He leaned in to kiss my neck and dragged his thumbs along the black "belt" that ran just under my breasts. "I like the shoes. They match this" He touched the rhinestone buckle between my breasts and then moved up to cup me with his hands.

"Mmm… I saw the girls in the movie we watched wearing sexy shoes while they did it, and thought you may want to try."

"Oh yeah?" He was nuzzling and nipping at my neck and shoulders and I could tell that he liked the feel of my feathers on his cheeks. "Are you gonna keep your sexy shoes on tonight?"

"Anything you want. It's your present, you know, and I want it to be just what you've wished for. Did you like wearing your new shorts today?" I climbed over my husband to straddle him and leaned down, trying to show my little bit of cleavage. I rubbed my chest feathers on his face.

"It felt so good. I couldn't stop thinking about you, Baby, and wondering what you'd dreamed up for me tonight." His hands slid under the sheer portion of my top, to rub against the bare skin of my sides, my stomach, my back.

"Did you see my underwear?" I backed up a little to sit high on my knees, still straddling his thighs, and lifted my top to show the tiny g-string panties that were the same sheer red material as the top.

Carlisle sucked in a sharp breath and moved his hands to my hips. "Those are tiny, and so sexy." He ran his hands along the elastic bands that circled my hips, and down the one they met in the back. "Mmm… you've never worn butt floss before. Is it comfortable?" he laughed.

I scrunched my nose. "Not really, but I could get used to it. It feels kind of sexy, rubbing against all my tingly places." Back in front, his hands followed the edges of the tiny sheer triangle until he felt the point where the fabric ended and the elastic began, directly between my legs.

"Oh… I'll rub your tingly places, Mrs. Claus." He shoved the tiny bit of fabric to the side and circled my opening with his finger, gathering moisture that he moved up to my clit. His face was buried in the sheer, silky fabric covering my belly, and I grasped his shoulders to maintain my balance as my wide-spread thighs began to shake with the pleasure that coursed through me. He moved his other hand from my butt to slide a finger inside me. We could hear the slippery slurping sound as he pumped it in and out.

"Oh, Ez, you're so wet." He added a second finger and curled them up to tickle the spot inside me that was extra sensitive. It took no time at all for the quick, precise movement of his long fingers to bring me to climax. As the hot, white light overtook me, my knees finally gave out. I sat down on his lap and was startled by the silky softness of his boxers. I ran my still-throbbing center up and down his silk-covered erection, which brought me to orgasm again.

"Ooooooooohhh Carlisle," I groaned. "Yes…. yes… YES!" I rolled off of him to take off the g-string, and I think I might have clipped him in the shin with my heel. Oops!

"Can you take the shoes off, Baby? We can try that again another time." I kissed him and sat up so I could lean over and unfasten the buckles. It took way too long. I was impatient to get back to him, but my fingers fumbled over the tiny little buckles.

"Argh!" I finally kicked the shoes off and raced back to Carlisle, yanking his silk shorts down and straddling him again. He sat up to reach my mouth with his, our tongues battling for dominance while his hands grasped my velvet-covered breasts and I rubbed myself along his rock-hard shaft. I kissed along his jaw to his ear, and then down his neck, my hands kneading his toned chest… his abs… his hips.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned as he felt the soft marabou trim that covered my chest and shoulders inch down his body, trailed by my massaging hands and wet kisses. The soft feathers reached his cock, and he groaned at the sensation. "Ohhhh Esme, Oh god!" I stayed there for a few minutes, caressing his cock up and down with my feather-covered cleavage, smiling as I watched him pop up through the marabou with each pass I made. I'd never anticipated that that part of my costume would be such a turn on for both of us. Eventually, I returned my lips to his hard abs, and continued my kissing trail down his body. After following his happy trail, I licked his full length, then took the mushroom tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and teasing his slit. I sucked a couple of times, and then plunged my mouth down around him as far as I could go.

I didn't want to make him come, I just wanted to work him into a frenzy, so after a few more passes with my mouth, I crept up his body, feathery softness tickling him all the way up. After a few passionate kisses, I sat up, hands on his chest, and lined him up with my center. I plunged down onto him, riding him hard and fast. He slid my shoulder straps off, and pushed the velvet cups down to release my breasts so that he could tickle and tease my nipples and watch me bounce above him. I started to tire and slowed down, leaning back so that he hit me at a different angle inside, a heavenly angle. I stopped riding him up and down altogether and swiveled my hips in slow circles, round and round, enjoying the feeling of him filling me up and nudging my g-spot with each revolution. He took my hands, lacing our fingers together. I pressed my palms hard against his, happy for the leverage.

"Mmmmmm…" The intensity built. My breathing and heartbeat raced. And my entire body shook as I was overcome with bliss once again. As I moaned and panted through my recovery, I continued to swivel and gaze into Carlisle's eyes, sending him into ecstasy as well. His climax set me off for the fourth time tonight. This one was small, but—Oh my god, FOUR? I slowed my swiveling hips to a stop, but stayed connected with my husband, caressing his chest and face with my hands. He ran his hands along my abdomen, feeling me through the soft, sheer fabric of my Mrs. Claus outfit. It was drenched in sweat, and the marabou trim was matted, reminding me of a wet dog.

"Merry Christmas, Sweetheart." I leaned down to give him a quick kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Best. Present. Ever!"

We laughed and finally separated, heading for the bathroom to clean up and put on some dry pajamas. This fantasy basket thing may just work.

A/N

I know the movie Elf came out a lot later than 1990, but the department store scenario really happened when my son was 6, and it was too perfect not to use in the story. I hope you'll forgive a little artistic license. Esme appreciates it.

And now you know even more about the Fantasy Basket! What kinds of fantasies would you put in one?

Besotted... Thanks! (with a space).

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JEN

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TFB Chapter 7 12 Rev. 11/20/11