New Year's Names - Sex Stories

New Year's Names

... if I were a kitten. Chris picked her up, and we decided to bring her over to visit her b*****r. We picked up the supplies and headed back to my place. I was thinking that, when it got warmer, the k**s could visit back and forth on the fire escape. Recently, I have developed a fondness for that fire escape. "Have you named your baby yet?" "I'm trying to decide between Merry, short for Meridoc, or Pippin, short for Peregrine." "Weren't they boy Hobbits?" "Well yes, but I always thought of Hobbits as being transgender or maybe neuter. And since she will be neutered, well. I thought of Galadriel, but that's kind of regal for..." All of a sudden it hit me, Merry and Pippin were perfect names for her breasts; you know soft and round but with character. It was the Hobbits after all who destroyed the evil ring. Chris turned to look at me and caught me staring at her breasts. "Marty, I kind of like the way you blush, but sometimes it seems like such a non-sequitur; I mean Hobbits?" "Uh well, I... Uh..." "Come on, tell me." "Well, I was thinking about what I would name your breasts." I said it turning a deeper red--about cranberry color now. "Really? What did you come up with?" "Uh.. well I thought of Vixen and Cupid first, you know, cause you were dressed as Ms Claus. Or of Kate and Alley, but they just didn't seem right." "Oh. Well did you decide on anything?" "Well, you when you mentioned Merry and Pippin, I... well it just occurred to me that those would be great names for ...

... them." "How come?" "Well, the Hobbits were kinda soft and round, like your... well, but they have a lot underneath. A lot of strength." "Why thank you love." I felt such a warm glow when she called me "love". "Humm, what should I name yours. Open your shirt so I can have another look." "I..." "Come on, I've seen them before. Open up." I began unbuttoning my plaid shirt. "They're so tiny, they're really not worth naming," I mumbled. "They are works of art." Chris said as she ran her hands over them caressing the nipples until they were crisp hard nubs. She leaned forward and kissed first one and then the other. I closed my eyes and felt the electricity pass from my breasts all the way deep down into my groin. "I could name one Xena, but the other sure ain't Gabriella." "Even Xena has bigger ones than I do." "That's not the point love. It's that you have the body of a warrior. I think of your breasts, sort like the shield. Humm, the problem is that there aren't too many pairs of warrior ladies. I like Paks, and maybe Tarma. Now those would make a pair: a Paladin and a Sword Sworn. What do you think, would Mercedes Lackey and Elizabeth Moon mind if I borrowed their character's names"? "I guess if it's OK to borrow from Tolkien, it's OK to barrow from them." Soon we both lost interest in the conversation as Chris's mouth traveled along my shoulders and up my throat. At some point our mouths met and our tongues spent some time folk dancing. Meanwhile, our hands were busy elsewhere ...