“No,” I said, turning over in bed.

“Mark,” Robin whined, leaning on me, “come on!”

“I mean it. I don't want to do that.”

“It would be fun!” I heard her shaking something behind me, and looked up to see the pair of handcuffs she had in her hand. “Look, it's easy. Just put one on my wrist, loop it through the headboard, and—”

“Robin,” I said, “I'm not into that kind of stuff. Can't we just do it normally? Like usual?”

She pouted. It was the kind of expression that was so exaggerated you couldn't take it seriously—but I'd been dating Robin for over a year now, and I could tell she was hurt and trying not to look like it. “Can we... talk about this?” she said at last.

I sat up in bed, exposing my bare chest. We were both naked. Theoretically the prelude to a night of fun, or at least a decent half hour before sleep, but....

“Mark, I know you're not into all this stuff. The roleplay and the bondage and the BDSM stuff and the hypnosis....” She sighed. “But I am. And... I feel like the sex has gotten pretty bad lately. I mean, for me specifically, but haven't you felt it too?”

I had to admit, Robin was right. For all the foreplay we did, and all the positions we tried, it felt like a spark was dying out. Over the last month or so, I'd gotten the vague sense that she'd been enjoying herself less... and my own enjoyment couldn't help but decline in response. But I didn't want to say all that, so I sighed in response.

She seemed to take it as assent anyway, and scooched closer on the bed. “I don't wanna push you too far out of your comfort zone,” she said, resting a hand on my shoulder, “but I think you'd really enjoy trying new things if you actually... tried them. So....” She smiled. “I've come up with an idea.”

“Mm?”

“Christmas is in a month. I know it's a little lame to tell someone what to get you for Christmas, but....” She took in a breath. “I'm gonna get you to try something new. And what I want for Christmas is for you to actually try it. Don't just say no outright, really give it a shot.”

“Hmmmnnn...” I groaned. “I... you think it'll be something I like?”

“I think it's going to be really fun for both of us. But you have to try it. Even if you end up not liking it and don't go all the way, you have to try some of it. And in return, I won't bug you about doing anything outside your comfort zone until then. Deal?”

She extended a hand. I didn't have to think for long before I reached out my own and shook on it. “Deal.” And then I leaned in for good measure to give her a kiss, which she happily returned.

“Thanks,” she said, once she'd pulled away. “Trust me, I think you're gonna love this.”

“Can you tell me what it is I just agreed to?”

“That would ruin the surprise.” She winked.

“Oh, so you get to know what my gift is, but not vice versa?”

With a giggle, she reached over to her bedside table and shut off the lamp, letting the cool November night envelop us. “Good night, Mark.”

With a little harrumph, not quite of frustration, I lay back in bed and slept.

–

The two huge gifts were the first things I saw when I came into the living room on Christmas morning. Together, one stacked atop the other, they were about the size of a refrigerator.

The next thing I saw was Robin sitting next to the gifts, wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts as she fidgeted eagerly with her hands. As soon as she saw me, she leaped up and grabbed me in a hug. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas,” I said back, and we shared a kiss. When I broke off, I motioned with my head at the giant boxes. “Um. Wow? What are those?”

“They're for you! Open them!”

“How much did you spend on wrapping paper alone?”

“Just open it,” she grunted.

With a little chuckle I got to work: untying the oversized bow at the top, the kind you'd see in one of those Christmas car commercials, then pulling down the ribbons. I found the folds in the wrapping paper for the top gift, and started ripping.

It didn't take long for my eyes to widen in confusion. “Is this... what is this?” I said, staring at the giant label.

“I dunno. What does it look like?”

It looked like a box with the words “Female Bodysuit – Large Model” on the side, next to an Erotech logo and a picture of a tall, buff woman in a bikini, lounging as if on a beach chair. And not regular tall, either. The box specified that she was seven feet, amidst her other features: at a glance, I saw 'voice changer integration', 'full tactile feedback', and 'realistic bodily functions'.

But anyway, seven feet tall.

“Um.” I gestured loosely. “Explain?”

“Remember the promise you made a month ago? This is the new thing I want you to try.” With a grunt of effort she pulled the bodysuit box off the gift below and lowered it to the floor; then she started opening up the box itself. “I'm pretty sure I've told you I'm bi, right?”

I nodded.

“Well, yeah. You are an amazing boyfriend, but... I've got urges. Urges involving big buff ladies.” She let out a little giggle and blushed at that. “So what I want to try is some, I guess we could call it, roleplay.” She finished opening the box, pulled out some bubble wrap from the inside, and then heaved out a giant mass of... flesh? It looked like skin, all folded up, but I assumed it had to be some sort of rubber.

Whatever it was, it was massive: she held it in her arms at about chest level, and the pile of fold rubber-or-whatever-it-was blocked her whole face except her eyes. Eyes that were fixed on me. “I want you to put this on, and then fuck me cross-eyed.”

I stared.

“What?” she said.

“This isn't gonna work.”

Her eyebrows bent down. “You promised you'd give it a—”

“I know, I know, I know! But....” I gestured at the box. “It says it's seven feet tall. I'm... what, five foot nine? Even without getting into how weird this is, how the hell is this supposed to work? Unless you want me to look like a kid trying to wear dad's clothes?”

Her eyebrows went up, and she laughed. “Oh! Good question. And I have the answer, right....” She motioned with her head to the other gift, even larger than the first. “There. Get unwrapping, Mark, while I put this away.”

She walked past me into our shared bedroom. I shrugged and started unwrapping the second gift, and by the time she was back, I had my answer. “Oh,” I said.

Personal Exoskeleton, said the box, next to another Erotech logo. The image was of a sleek dark-gray robot, covered from head to toe in what seemed to be a thick, flexible rubber. According to the box, this exoskeleton was seven feet tall like the bodysuit, and had a bunch of other features besides: I saw 'increased strength', 'remote stimulation options', 'audio playback', and a few more.

I also saw an absolutely massive pair of tits on the front of the exoskeleton, and a slit between the legs.

“Apparently they first made these things for military and construction stuff,” Robin said, slapping the top of the box. “And then some kinky people decided, hey, what if we used this bad girl for sex? It cost a bunch, but going by the reviews, it is so worth every penny.”

“You want me...” I took a breath. “To get inside... that?”

“Yeah. Is that gonna be a problem?” She looked up at me, questioningly.

“Well....” I took another breath. “I promised. I'll give it a shot.”

She squealed and grabbed me in a tight hug. “Thank you!” Releasing me, she made eye contact. “I know you've got cold feet but trust me, I think this is gonna be fun.”

Cold feet... actually weren't the problem. Sure, I was acting like I still didn't want to do anything other than vanilla sex, probably because I was being stubborn. But as I looked at that robot, and thought about the idea of being inside it... well, I was definitely getting some sort of temperature sensation in my body, but it wasn't cold, and it definitely wasn't in my feet.

Robin walked, nearly running in her excitement, to a closet. She pulled out a hand truck that we hadn't used since we moved into the apartment, then wheeled it over and jammed its little floor platform under the box. “Help me make sure it doesn't fall over,” she said, and carefully wheeled it into our bedroom, while I walked in front of the box and kept a hand on it.

When she let go of the hand truck, the box fell back to the ground with a wham that vibrated my teeth. “All right,” she said. One more quick jog to the kitchen area and back, and she handed me a pair of scissors. “I'm gonna wait out here, patiently, while you get it on. Lemme know when you're all the way done, okay? I wanna see you in the whole thing at once, to get the full effect.”

“What if I need help?” I asked.

But Robin was already backing toward the bedroom door. “I asked at the store, and you can get into it on your own. Don't keep me waiting too long! Bye!”

And she shut the door.

I stared at the box. Trying to ignore the erection swelling in my boxers, I got to work with the scissors, cutting down each corner to let the box fall open. Once I had, my breath quickened.

She was sitting with her knees tucked to her chest. Her head was completely bald, and had depressions for eyes but no visible eyeballs, although there was a mouth and nose. There were, however, no ears.

I pressed my hand into the 'flesh', which was to say the rubber, that coated her body. (Its body, I reminded myself.) The rubber had a little give, but not too much, and I felt the rigid mechanical parts below if I pushed too hard. It felt durable, and given the strenuous activity this thing was designed for, that made good sense.

My hands were shivering, I noticed, as I traced the exoskeleton's body down its neck to its chest, and the two plump breasts I found there. They were reasonably sized on this body, but would be comically enormous on anyone of average height, and they were much plumper than the other skin.

The arms had faux muscles on them, and were much firmer to the touch than either the breasts or head had been. They were also noticeably longer than my own arms, but I didn't focus on that detail too much. There was too much else to focus on....

Like the suit's molded abs, firm as I pushed my arm in between its legs to feel them. Like the rear, padded like the breasts but not as plushly, that I cupped to feel in my hand. Like the artificial vagina, soft and tight and deeper than Robin's.

Oh man. I was at full mast now.

My attentions had drawn me to the floor of the box, and I noticed a smaller box within: I opened it up and found exactly what I needed, next to a charging cable and some sort of remote. An instruction manual. I quickly opened it up and found some key instructions under a 'Getting Started' header: 'When entering the suit, press the Entry button on the remote.' I did so, and then jumped back—

Because the suit was standing. In a smooth, robotic motion, she abandoned her huddled pose and stood to her full, seven foot height. “Oh shit,” I whispered, looking up at the giant woman towering over me. Then I heard a little kachunk noise from her back.

Unfortunately, her back was basically against the wall, so I hugged her around her waist—getting a face full of abs in the process, and I wasn't complaining—and walked her rigid legs around with many a grunt of effort until she was more in the middle of the room. Once I was done, I panted for a few seconds, then walked behind her.

A large section of her back had hinged open on both sides, as well as sections just above the legs, leaving more than enough room for someone to climb in. No, not 'someone': me.

Oh yeah, I was breathing hard. I was pretty sure this had just awakened something in me.

'Fully disrobe before entering,' said the instructions, so I pulled down my boxers and kicked them across the room. Then, since it occurred to me I probably wouldn't be able to keep reading after putting on the exoskeleton, I read several lines ahead until I was confident I had all the instructions I needed.

Then I stood on the edge of my bed, planted my hands on her shoulders for support, and stuck my leg in.

'Keep your feet pointed as they enter the exoskeleton's legs', the instructions had said, and as my leg slid inside it was clear why. My foot eventually came to rest in a crevice where only a pointed foot would fit. Judging by the length of my leg, it seemed that my toe-tips were at about the exoskeleton's ankle, and there were little holes for each like a glove for the foot. I had no clue how I was supposed to control the suit's foot from here—maybe I hadn't read far enough in the instructions—but oh well, this was no time to back out. With a little contortion on my part, I got the other foot in.

'If male: place the (erect) penis in the exoskeleton's gaffe.' There had been another option for what females were supposed to do, but I hadn't really paid attention to it. The gaffe was quite enough of a thing to demand my full attention. As I guided my penis into it, it enveloped my flesh totally, but not too tightly. Was this what a fleshlight felt like?

'From there, it should be easy to insert your arms.' And it was, although my hands ran into the same issue as my feet had: they were forced to slide fully flattened into a sort of glove just before the suit's wrist. From there, all that remained was the head.

'First time users may find it difficult to accept the suit's nasal and oral interfaces into their own mouths, but Erotech has done its utmost to make the experience as comfortable as possible.'

I squinted at the dentures and nose-tubes I saw in front of me, illuminated by a little light that came through where the suit's eyes would be. With a bit of trepidation, like I was preparing for a flu shot at a doctor's office, I leaned in and speared my nostrils on the exoskeleton's, and bit around the dentures. My tongue slid naturally into a fleshy pocket which, I realized, had to be the suit's tongue.

It was a little hard to breathe right now, like I was wearing a tight mask over my nose, and I had to pant. Besides that, the small amount of light coming in around the eyes wasn't enough to see more than vague shapes of the room around me. But I was in—except for the back panels. There was one more step I had to do to resolve that issue. So, enunciating as best as I could with my mouth rigged up like it was, I said: “Erotech Override: Activate suit.”

And then I let out a little cry.

The back panels closed, yes, but that was the least of what I noticed. All around me, the suit tightened: over my stomach, my chest, my arms, my legs, and my poor erect member. The gaffe had been loose before, but now it was as if I was getting a really firm handjob. The nose tubes elongated, probing deeper into my nostrils, and I couldn't squirm to get them away.

Oh, and a spike shoved its way into my asshole. I yelped. They did not mention this in the handbook!

After a few seconds, it was done, and then—all at once—the exoskeleton wasn't rigid and stable anymore. It was falling, stumbling—which was to say, I was stumbling and falling. I instinctively pinwheeled my arms, but it wasn't enough to stop me from landing on my back with a slamming sound.

“Ow,” I said, out of reflex more than anything: the suit had cushioned the blow. And then I froze, and said it again. “Ow?” Before, my voice had been muffled. Now it came out as a robotic, vaguely feminine, and completely clear synthesized voice.

Moreover, I could see. Whatever process had sealed up the suit, it must have activated the eyes or something: my vision was very nearly as good as it would be with the naked eye. Maybe I had a little less peripheral vision, but the difference was hardly noticeable. I almost didn't notice, but with the nose tubes fully inserted, breathing was coming easily as well.

In awe, I lifted the exoskeleton's hand—my hand—in front of my face, turning this way and that. I noticed its fingers twitching, and tried to flex my hand—and was astonished when the fingers of the exoskeleton reacted accordingly, splaying out wider than a dinner plate. “Whoa,” I said in my new voice. Clearly my own hand, hidden in the exoskeleton's lower arm muscles, wasn't moving: there had to be some sort of system inside the suit that sensed my attempts at motion and translated them to the outside. Looking down at my feet, I gave an experimental toe-wiggle and was delighted to see it copied by the exoskeleton.

Not that I could see my feet all that well: the suit's boobs were in the way, and they were giant. They looked even bigger from the inside! Giggling a little, I dropped my hand to my chest and groped one, and then moaned. The groping sensation was translated to a corresponding pressure on my chest. It felt... very good, firm and grasping on my pectorals, and if I weren't already erect I think I would have become so.

I couldn't stay lying down here forever, though. I reached up to my dresser with my giant arm, grabbed it, and tried to pull myself up—but ended up nearly pulling the dresser down on top of me. “Whoa!” I yelled, pushing it back to vertical.

Right. I was way heavier in this body. I settled for planting my hands on the floor and pushing myself up.

Now I was on my feet again, and while I wasn't exactly stable, it wasn't nearly as hard staying up as I might have thought. Even though I was essentially en pointe, the pressure of standing was distributed throughout my feet and legs, so it didn't hurt to be like that. And even though I was over a foot taller than my usual self, walking felt nearly natural. Even the nose, mouth, and anal probes were easy not to think about.

I walked forward a few steps, then back, just to test things out. Then I walked to the closet, where Robin and I had a full-length mirror that we'd never thrown away, but also never found a place to put in our apartment. I wanted to see myself, so I clumsily grabbed a closet door handle and pulled. And then the handle ripped off in my hand like I was detaching a lego.

I stared for a few seconds, cursing myself internally. The suit was an exoskeleton; of course it would be stronger than I was. I reached slowly, daintily, for the other door's handle, like I was trying to pick up a baby mouse. Holding my breath, I eased the door slowly open, and reached in to carefully grab the mirror and lean it against a wall.

I stared at it, and an amazonian robot babe stared back.. or would, if the suit had visible eyes. “Wow,” I whispered in a slightly vocoded voice. I reached up an arm and lifted up a breast, and so did the robot in the mirror. I flexed an arm, and her bicep bulged. I let my jaw hang slightly: so did she.

I was her. She was me.

Looking in the mirror brought my attention to another one of the suit's features, one I hadn't paid much attention yet. Slowly, almost reverentially, I brought down my hand and eased it toward the slit between the suit's legs—

A voice came from outside the room. “Hurry up in there! Don't you dare hog all the fun!”

I grunted in annoyance. But then again, she was right. As good as I looked now, how much better would I look with the skin?

So I turned around and lumbered over to the other side of the bed, where Robin had laid the outer suit. I lifted it and placed it on the bed, then noticed a little booklet that had been on the floor beneath it. I picked that up too and read, and then squinted.

I grabbed between the outer suit's legs, exposing the vaginal opening. Apparently I was supposed to get in through that little slit? And the suit would stretch to accommodate me as I entered? Considering how strong I seemed to be now, that was hard to believe... but hell, it was what the booklet said.

And lo, as I grabbed either side of the slit with a hand and pulled, it stretched like taffy without snapping. Oh, it was definitely tight, and offered plenty of resistance, but I didn't feel worried about shredding it anymore. So, with a little grin, I pushed my arms and head into it like a diver entering the water.

For a few seconds, everything was dark as I got myself sorted out. Then my eyes lined up with the outer suit's eyeholes, about the same time as my hands ended up in the suit's hands—and I froze for a moment, realizing that I was already thinking of the exoskeleton's body as my own. Weird.

The outer suit's face had its own nose and mouth attachments, and these were easy to insert into my already gagged mouth and nose. I shook my head to make sure the fit was right, shaking the suit's hair—and she had a lot of hair. A huge, white-blond mane that reached past her waist. I ran a hand through it, and it was silky smooth to the touch.

But I didn't want to keep Robin waiting. I stretched out the suit's legs and pushed my own inside. Last, but not least, I pushed the anal and vaginal inserts into my own.

And it was done. I sauntered over to the mirror again, and my breath caught.

The robot suit had had its own charms, of course, but now... I was gorgeous. I was a wet dream come to life. My face was strong-jawed but still feminine, with piercing eyes and full lips. My hair cascaded behind me like a waterfall, and I felt it on my back, tickling at my rear. My biceps, my triceps, my pecs and abs and quads were all obvious even in a relaxed position, and when I flexed they came into stark relief. My skin was bronzed and tanned like I'd spent a summer sunbathing nude.

A wide, predatory grin spread over my face, and I laughed confidently—but not robotically. Now that the outer suit was on, the exoskeleton's voice changer had switched to a slightly gravelly, but very female, voice. “Hey there, sexy,” I said, sultrily, blushing—actually, visibly blushing—as I leaned in and gave the mirror an impulsive kiss.

My breasts, huge and pert, hung but didn't sag. My rear, which I looked at by twisting around and brushing my hair out of the way, was wide enough to give me a slight hourglass shape despite the thickness of my core. And my slit....

My... slit....

It was already wet. I didn't know how the suit was doing that, and I didn't care: before I knew it, I was backing up, sprawling over the now-too-small bed, sending my greedy fingers in and out of my folds with little schlicking noises. Two layers deeper, I felt every sensation on my trapped member, stroking it, teasing it, playing with it.

Drawing me closer and closer to release. I gasped, neck arched back, one hand grasping at a breast as the other shoved deeper and deeper into my vagina. Deeper, deeper....

The door slammed open. My head jerked forward to see Robin standing there, a petulant look on her face. “I told you not to hog all the fun,” she said.

“Robin?” I gasped.

Her expression softened immediately. “See what happens when you try new things? You look fucking amazing.” She strode toward me and leaned over my body, and gave me the deepest, most passionate kiss she had in months. I gave my most passionate kiss right back, embracing her with my free hand, still twitching with delight.

Then she pulled back, and gripped the wrist of the hand that was idling in my folds. “But if you think I'd let anyone except me take that body's virginity, then you couldn't be more wrong, big girl.”

“Please,” I whimpered, letting her pull my hand away. I was so hot, so flustered, and if I couldn't take care of myself then I needed someone else to take care of me.

So she did. “Get your legs over there,” she ordered, pulling her T-shirt over her head. I rotated my body so I was lengthwise on the bed, lying in the middle, with my legs hanging over the end. I heard it creak a bit beneath me, but I wasn't paying attention to anything except my own need, and I moaned as Robin clambered on top of me, facing my legs, now dressed in nothing but black lacy lingerie.

And when she leaned down to start licking, I nearly howled. My body shook, my hips bucked, as her tongue scooped down between my labia, and I felt it two layers deeper on my member—but I wasn't even thinking about that. I was just thinking about being this woman, receiving cunnilingus from Robin, and feeling her smooth body on mine, and smelling her sweat and sweet perfume, and that tongue, oh, that tongue—

I spasmed and cried out, cumming furiously. My hands gripped Robin's back, pressing her body close to mine, forcing her head to stay at my crotch as I squirted out onto the bed and onto the floor, and onto her face. For a few seconds I couldn't even think, and it was like the time just disappeared.

When I regained my senses, Robin was saying, “Ow, ow, ow,” and I realized I was holding her tightly. I let go. “Jesus, you're strong,” she said, wincing a bit as she flexed her back. “Did you like that?”

“Mm-hm.” I was still a bit too dazed for words.

“I'm glad you liked it. But I didn't say I was gonna fuck you cross-eyed.” She clambered around so that we were facing each other. “I told you to fuck me.” She smiled hungrily.

“I, um....” I gulped. All of a sudden I was painfully aware that I was not, in fact, a seven foot busty amazon. I just felt like Mark on stilts. “Robin, um....”

“What? Pin me down and fuck me.”

“I... might hurt you by mistake. Like, really hurt you.” To emphasize the point, I slipped a hand under her belly and lifted Robin in the air, one handed. She let out a little yelp. “This suit is really strong and I don't have the hang of it yet,” I continued, bringing her back down.

“Oh. So... no pinning me down.”

“Yeah. Also....” I squirmed a little. “I'm... not really sure how to fuck you like a girl would. I don't have my usual equipment.”

She pouted.

“I could finger you, I guess? But these fingers are really big, and....”

“Ssh.” Robin lifted a finger to the suit's lips. “I have an idea. Be right back.”

She pushed herself off me and popped off to the living room. I smiled, just lying on the bed. After all, I'd really enjoyed the last idea—was still enjoying it, in fact. And my smile only widened when she came back with yet another wrapped gift, this one small enough for her to hold in her hands. “Go on,” she said, “open it.”

I grabbed it in my huge hands and shredded it open with minimal exertion. My eyes widened.

“It's extra large so you can wear it,” Robin said, as I tore open the box containing the giant strapon. It had a large black belt to go around my waist, and a big shiny-black shaft that looked almost a foot long—as well as a somewhat smaller insert on the other side. “You look excited,” she said.

I nodded. “Could you help me put this on?” I asked, standing up. The strapon's belts were heavy duty, but they still required some fastening and tightening around the back, and I wasn't sure my coordination was up to that yet. Robin smiled and got to work.

I lifted one foot, then the other, to step into the strapon. Then Robin raised it around my legs, up to my crotch. I groaned in pleasure as she pushed the insert into my vagina, and gyrated my crotch a little—but she smacked me on the rear and said, “Stop that. I need to finish this.”

After a few tugs she was done, and she returned to my front. With a wink, she leaned forward and took almost the entire length in her mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. She barely had to crouch at all to do it.

I laughed, half with pleasure and half with irony, as I thrust into her throat a few times. Here I was, feeling the pressure on a fake penis as it ground against a fake vagina, which sent stimulations to my real penis. It was like a Rube Goldberg sex machine... and I was loving it.

After a few seconds, she drew back and paused for air. But I didn't want to pause. I grabbed her, delighting in her little cry of surprise, and picked her up as easily as if she were a kitten. I walked to the front of the bed, then let myself fall back on it. And in the process, she fell onto me. I heard a little crack from behind me, but didn't really pay attention: what I was paying attention to was the little squeal as she pulled her lingerie to the side and speared herself upon my strapon.

She'd told me to fuck her cross-eyed. Who was I to disappoint?

Slowly at first, but faster and faster, I bucked my hips into her. The strapon was only halfway in at first, but buried itself a little deeper with each thrust, digging in gradually. Her yelps of delight were mirrored by my own pleasured grunts at the insert inside myself. I held her by the hips, trying to be as gentle as possible—which was hard when my hands nearly encircled her entire abdomen—and shoved her in opposition to the motion of my hips.

“Oh,” she groaned, “more, more, more—” Another cry left her mouth, and her lower lips reached the strapon's hilt. I grinned savagely, and went harder: bucking more fiercely, ramming her down harder onto my shaft. I was losing my control, and we were both close.

It was heaven, this buildup: her cries steadily increasing in volume, the smell of her sweat, the feeling of her grasping at my hair for support, her legs coming up alongside my body, the insert within me, and maybe most of all, that everpresent tightness—the tightness of the body all around me. It felt so good to be this new person.

With a final, feral cry, I pulled the strapon out, and then plunged it in as far as it could go, and we both cried out as we reached orgasm.

And as the bed cracked and broke beneath us. We fell about a foot, all at once. I gripped Robin tighter on instinct, but my hips were still bucking with aftershocks, releasing the last bits of pleasure into my lover. She gasped and panted, shaking with her own orgasm. It was even better than the last one had been.

A few seconds after we were spent, I eased Robin off my shaft, then laid her next to me on the collapsed bed. The foot of the mattress was sagging toward the floor, right under where my hips had been bucking. “That was amazing,” I said, turning to face her with a smile. “Sorry about the bed.”

“I don't even care,” she said, panting.

“Neither do I.”

We laughed together.

“Hey,” she said, resting a hand on my shoulder. “Are you glad you tried something new?”

I held her with my own hand. “Absolutely.”

“Great. So, do you wanna get out of that thing so we can have the rest of Christmas?”

“No.”

She frowned. “Really?” But I could see the eagerness in her eyes.

“That's right. I wanna be like this... all day!” Laughing, without warning, I sat up and grabbed her in a bridal carry, walking through the bedroom door and back into our living room.

“Woo! I'm so glad you said that!” She beamed, and played with my hair a little bit, twirling it in her fingers. “But... you need a name.”

“Huh?”

“Mark is a boy's name. I don't wanna call you Mark all day. So, what's your name?”

I frowned, and tilted my head a little. “How about....” A few seconds passed. “Jen. You can call me Jen.”

“Well, it's very nice to meet you, Jen! Merry Christmas,” She laughed. “Now come on, I've got some clothes for you to try on, and apparently you should be able to eat breakfast in that thing, so let's get to it.”

I beamed, and tousled her hair. She was so small in my arms, so easy to hold close to me, and I loved it.

“But before we do, one more thing....” Robin reached out an arm around my neck, and pulled herself up to whisper into my ear. “I love you, Mark.”

I smiled back. “I love you, Robin.”

Her breath was hot on my cheek. “And I love you, Jen.”