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Let it Snow

By: Let it Snow



"Oh!" she said softly.

"Sorry," I apologized, standing up.

"Oh no, don't apologize.." She said, her hips slowly rotating. "That felt... good." her voice got softer. "You can pull it tighter, if you want."

Unconsciously, I pulled her costume again, not even realizing what I was doing. In response, Kate moved back towards me, thrusting her slender round bottom into my crotch.

She leaned back against my chest, and looked up at me. Her arms still held her outfit 

"Well?" She whispered, her eyes glittering dangerously. "What're you going to do now?"

I inhaled sharply, took a step back, held her outfit in one hand, and pulled down on the zipper. Instead of tearing the outfit, as I feared, the zipper dropped down to the bottom, right above her ass. I relaxed my grip on her uniform, and reached down to pulled the zipper back up, when Kate pulled away from me, and turned around to face me.

"So.." she said slyly. "Is this 'trampy' enough for you?" She dropped her arms, and let the uniform fall down past her waist.

I felt myself breathing heavily as I stared at Kate's naked chest. Her breasts were moving up and down, as she inhaled and exhaled, her nipples growing hard after being exposed to the chilly locker-room air.

She walked towards me, her tits bouncing with each step. She reached up with her right hand and traced her fingers down my neck. I felt my face start to burn as I realized what was going on.

"Uhm," I stuttered. "I don't.. I think I should prob-.."

"Shhh.." She whispered, pressing her body up against mine. She looked up at me. "You have no idea how cute you are when you blush like that. Every time you blush, I just want to eat you all up."

She grinned at me. "That actually sounds like fun, doesn't it, Irish?"

"Uh, well, you're married and I don't think that we should be and-"

She cut me off again, her left hand now working down the left side of my body, while her right hand starting playing lightly with my ears. I closed my eyes as I felt of surge of emotion; any sort of contact with my ears usually drives me crazy. I took a deep breath, and tried to get myself together.

"Yes, I'm married, but my husband and I have an...arrangement, shall we say."

"An arr..an arr.." I stuttered, as Kate reached up and gently licked my earlobe.

"Mm hmm. He can be with whomever he wants, and I can jump whomever I want." She moved from my earlobe to my neck, her hands now both at my waist, slowly and easily unbuckling my belt.

"Oh boy." I whispered.

"Mmm..." She laughed throatily. She pulled my belt off and threw it to the floor; She unbuttoned my Santa coat, and started on the belt on my pants.

"All these belts.." She complained. 

"Yeah, well, the costume and... y'know." I intoned. Her hands easily undid my belt and pants, which she immediately pushed down. She looked at my crotch and grinned at me.

"Somebody forget to wear boxers today?" She laughed.

"The outfit... gets too uh...hot." I mumbled, as her right hand started to fondle my penis. I closed my eyes, and leaned back against the lockers, enjoying the sensations her groping was causing.

She was quiet for a minute, and then she leaned back in against me, pressing me up against the locker. Her left hand reached up and pulled my head down, where she started licking my ears again.

I took a deep breath and shuddered.

"Everything...okay?" she whispered, in-between devouring my ear with her tongue.

"I... my ear... if you keep doing that..." I said weakly.

"Oh, you mean this?" She said, promptly reaching up and sucking on my earlobe, her hand still working over my penis.

I felt my mind shut down when her mouth and tongue started working my ear. Any doubts about what was happening were gone when I took a deep breath, opened my eyes and pulled her hand off my penis.

She looked at me in surprise. Holding her right hand with my left, I grabbed her left hand with my right and stared right at her. I quickly lifted both of her hands above her head, and grabbed them both by the wrist with my left hand. 

Kate looked confused as I roughly pulled her by her arms against the locker. She hesitantly moved her feet until I used my free hand to push her straight back. I pressed up to her, my penis throbbing, and grabbed her head with my free hand, lifting her chin. I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue licking against her lips.

She let out a little groan, as her hip started to pulse against me. I felt her arms start to strain against my control, but there was no way I was letting her go. She pushed harder against me, but I wouldn't let of her wrists.

I broke away from the kiss and started nibbling on her neck. She was breathing heavily, her face lowered, as I licked and kissed my way up her neck to her ears. She let out an audible "Ohhh" when my tongue started working on her ears.

I pulled away from her abruptly. Her eyes widened in frustration, as I stood there and looked at her with wanton lust.

"What am I to do with you?" I said calmly.

"Please..." She panted. "I was wet before you even showed up here. Please... please don't stop."

"I see." I smirked, my voice still calm, but my cock twitching at her words. I glanced down at her outfit, which was still attached at the waist. With one hand, I reached down, and stuck my fingers underneath the costume.

"Mm!" She bit her lip. I pushed my fingers down, and grabbed the outfit with one hand and tugged hard. Kate swayed her hips from side-to-side, as I successfully pulled the elf uniform off, and let it drop onto the floor. She lifted her feet and stepped out of the costume

Her breasts still heaving, I put my feet between hers, and slowly started pushing her legs out, until I felt they couldn't go any farther without Kate losing her balance. With one hand, I started rubbing her slit. I felt her legs and arms tense up, and her chest pushed off the lockers, but she had nowhere to go.

My fingers still rubbing her between the legs, Kate started audibly moaning.

"Oh, Scott.. Please... don't stop.. please.." I let go of Kate's hands, and her body relaxed then tensed up; I grabbed each one of her wrists with one of my hands and pressed them hard against the lockers. She was now standing up and spread-eagle. I Reached down and kissed her passionately. Her tongue shot up into my mouth, as her hips pressed up against me. I obliged her by pressing my cock against her pelvis. She groaned into my mouth as she started rocking her hips, trying to force my cock into her.

I was too tall, however, to do it in the position we were in. I released her hands and took a step back, thereby freeing her from the position I had put her in. She looked down at her costume on the floor, then looked up at me. She grabbed me by the coat, and pulled me towards her. Her mouth grabbed mine and started sucking my lower lip. She pushed the coat off of me, leaving me standing there in only a t-shirt, while she was naked. She slowly started moving me backwards, our lips and tongues still meshing together. I didn't know where she was going, until I almost tripped into a chair about 5 feet away from the locker. She pushed me down into the chair, broke away from the kiss, and grabbed my dick. 

She lifted her legs over my hips, and centered her pussy over my penis. Bending her knees, she lowered herself over me, and pushed the tip into her vagina. She bit her lip, smiling as she sank down onto me.

She sat there for a second, her hands on my chest, her legs wrapped around the chair. Her hips started rotating in small circles as she adjusted to the feel of me inside her. Slowly, she pushed herself a couple inches up, and then back down. Slowly going up and down, her hips kept moving in circles.

My head rolled back as Kate fucked me. I put my hands on her hips and started pushing them down, harder each time. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, her face buried in my neck. Her fingernails slowly scratched the back of neck.

"Oh.. Oh.. Oh..Oh..Oh..Oh.Oh.Oh." she panted, thrusting her hips up and down harder. My hands rubbed her back, which turned into my fingernails digging in, as her fucking intensified. Kate was now moving her cunt up and down the full length of my penis, and I could start to feel an orgasm building.

She leaned away from me, her, hands braced on my legs. Her tits were juggling up and down, so I leaned forward and grabbed her nipples with my hand.

"Oh god yes." She moaned, as my fingers grazed her areole, and started tweaking her nipples. I licked my fingers, and started pulling and twisting her nipples. I moved my right hand lower, towards her pussy, while my left hand alternated between her breasts.

My right hand moved over her shaven pubic area, and found her clit. I started rubbing her nubbin' and her thrusting took on a frenzied pace. Rubbing harder, I felt her vagina start to clench against my cock. Pushing my penis up to meet her, I caught her clit between my fingers and start rubbing it between them.

Like that, her body lifted off my cock and slammed down hard, her cunt pulsing against me, just as I felt my balls tighten and blow their load straight into her pussy. She rose up and down several more times as she came against me, and I came into her. She leaned forward, her hips still twitching and wrapped her arms around me as we came together, our bodies moving involuntarily.

A few minutes later, I sat there panting, my cum running down my leg, as Kate stood up and disengaged herself from me.

I looked at her and smiled.

"Thanks. I think." I said.

"You think?" She growled weakly at me, trying to feign anger.

I stood up and pointed at my penis.

"I'm still hard. I'd be good, if I were you."

She looked down at me in surprise. She raised her head and arched an eyebrow as in, "Wanna go another round."

I moved towards her. "I'm ready when you are."

A fist pounded on the door to the locker room. "Anyone in there? We need a Santa."

"Shit." I said. 

"Maybe later, Irish." she turned her back to me. I stared at her ass, and saw the scratch marks I had left in her back. I walked up behind her and rubbed my crotch against her ass. She pushed back.

"Ohh.." She purred. "We could stay in here all day, but... "

"I know," I said. "But.." I reached around and started rubbing her pussy, my fingers searching for her clit.

"Oh jesus." She moaned. "Go. Gogogogogogogo. Or I'll cum all over you."

She pulled away and turned to face me, her arms folded across her chest. She pointed to the other side of the room.

"Go. Change. X-Mas joy, remember?"

I sighed. "Bah. Humbug."

I grabbed my clothes and walked to the other side of the room, putting my Santa outfit for the 2nd time in 30 minutes.

A few minutes later, we were both dressed. We quickly walked down the back hallway towards the entrance to the Santa display. We stood at the door and checked each over, making sure not to fondle the other person too much.

She stood in front of me and asked, "Ready?"

"Yup. Oh, by the way, the answer's yes."

She adjusted her breasts and patted her hair. "Yes, what?"

I smacked her ass hard, and whispered in her ear. "Yes, that was trampy enough for me." I pushed the door open, and breezed past her, a smirk hidden by the beard.

"Ho. Ho. Ho." I laughed to myself.

--

To my surprise, there were kids already waiting, and there was a constant line for the next several hours. I sat there, through babies crying, little girls whining, and little boys begging. I couldn't care less, the euphoria of sex still running through me.

I got many a wink of an eye from Kate. She managed to remain professional, but still find time to graze her hand against my crotch.

I felt so good that I stayed 3 hours instead of two. By 4pm, the line had slowed down, so I decided to take off. I walked up to Kate and asked if she was planning on staying or going.

"I've got another hour, and then I'm meeting the husband for dinner." She must've seen my face fell, because she reached up and patted my cheek.

"Don't worry, Irish." she murmured. "I'm not done with you yet."

I laughed, and walked back to the dressing room to change. 

--

I decided to do a little shopping around the mall. I walked out of the back hallways, and headed towards the food court for some food. I was standing in line for a slice of pizza when a voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey there."

I turned and saw the blonde who had show up last night. My eyes narrowed.

"...Hi." I said, trying not to act too interested.

She walked up next to me, then paused. I saw her nose twitch as if she was sniffing something. I felt my face start to burn when I wondered if she could actually smell the sex juices I had yet to wash off me.

No way, I thought.

The smirk that showed on her face made me wonder though.

"What're you smilin' at?" I asked.

"Nothing," she smiled innocently. "You getting some food?"

"No, I'm here for the atmosphere," I replied with a straight face.

She looked up at the menu. 

"Grab me a slice?" 

I stared at her for a second, then looked up at the menu.

"Sure. What do you want?"

"One pepperoni."

"Gotcha."

I walked up to the counter and ordered two pepperoni slices.

"Anything to drink?" I asked. I got no response, and looked over to where she had just been.

She was gone.

"...dammit.." I muttered. The overweight Spanish guy behind the counter raised an eyebrow as if to say, "who are you talking to?" I paid my bill, and walked over to a table. I looked all over the place, but the mystery girl had disappeared.

Again.

I plunked the tray down, and stared at the pizza. I realized I wasn't in the mood for food. 

--

I threw my jacket over the bar stool, and sat down, my head swimming after the day's events. I paused for a second then dropped my head to the bar top. 

"Rough day?" 

"Yeah," I replied automatically. I stiffened for a moment, not realizing who had asked me.

I raised my head, and opened my eyes, to see a man in a black leather jacket next to me., smoking a cigar, with a glass of beer in his hand. He had brown hair, and a salt-n-pepper goatee. He looked to be in his late 30's/early 40's. 

I looked at his cigar, and my eyes narrowed.

"I don't suppose you've got an..?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I've got one to spare. You want?"

"That would hit the spot." I admitted.

"Not a problem." He chuckled, reaching into his jacket. He pulled out a long cigar. 

I took it from his hand, and looked at him oddly. "I didn't catch your name."

He smiled, and shook my hand. "Name's Chuck."

"Scott. Thanks for the cigar... Hey, is this a..?"

"You better believe it. Only the best right?"

Cuban cigars. My favorite.

"I think I owe you a drink."

He waved me off. "Bah. The wife says I always smell like nicotine, after a couple of these. She catches the liquor on my breath, too, there'll be hell to pay. It's better this way. You keep me company for a bit, and we'll call it even."

He raised his arm to the bartender, and gestured to his now-empty glass. 

"Two more?" The bartender nodded and started filling two glasses.

"You here alone?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I took the girls shopping today. She's still out spending money." He sighed. "Women."

"I'll drink to that," I said caustically, nodding my head in agreement.

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Having women trouble?" He asked.

I stared down at the bar for a second, going over the day's events in my mind, then glanced at Chuck.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, I think." My voice spit out sarcastically.

"Try me," he chuckled in a familiar tone.

I shook my head.

"Nah. Probably best just to move on, and not think about it." I said.

"Y'know, that's a good philosophy," He remarked. "Especially around the holidays. Can't let stuff get you down."

He took a puff off his cigar. "It helps when you've good friends and people who care about you. Helps get you through the hard times."

"Yeah." I agreed.

"Oh, crap." Chuck said, looking outside the bar. "I see my girl, and it looks like she bought out half the mall."

He put out his stogie and threw a $20 down to pay for the drinks. I offered to help pay, but he brushed me off.

"Don't worry about it, man. Happy holidays."

I finished my beer and turned around to thank him, but he was already out the door. I grabbed my jacket and walked outside to my car. It was still snowing.

I stared up into the sky, watching the snow fall. I closed my eyes, and fought the urge to repeat last night's activities of catching snowflakes on my tongue. I opened my eyes a few minutes later, and shivered.

"I'm too old for this." I said quietly, and shook my head. I got into my car and drove off.

--

When my cell phone went off at 3:30 am, I opened my eyes and stared at it. It stopped ringing for a minute, then started up again. I pulled it off my bed stand, and checked the caller id.

Mike from work. Someone forgot how to use a keyboard, no doubt. I raised my arm, as if to throw the phone against the wall, but hesitated.

I sighed, and hit the on button.

"Speak." I croaked out.

"Sorry, man." Mike apologized.

"I know, I know.." I said quietly, getting out of bed, and walking to my closet. "Where am I going?"

"Jamestown." He said. 

I stopped digging through my closet.

"Jamestown?" I yelled. "That's two fucking hours away!!!!" I looked out the window. "And it's still snowing, goddamnit!!"

"Sorry, man. All the power came back on, and we're getting calls from all over the place. The power outage really did a number on some of our clients, even the ones we normally don't service."

I said nothing for a moment, standing there in the nude.

"You still there?" he asked.

"Yeah. Where in Jamestown?"

"I've just e-mailed the location to your cell phone. You've been there before, I think."

"Great. Thanks."

"Sorry, man. Careful driving. It's icy out there."

I looked out the window again, the light from the orange streetlamps bouncing off the falling snow.

"Wonderful." I said, and hung up the phone.

I stood there, entranced by the falling snow.

"Just wonderful."

--

12 hours later, I keyed into my apartment and collapsed on the couch. I sat there, oozing stress, wondering how much longer I could keep working this job. 

And then there came a knock on the door. I wearily walked to the door, and peered through the peephole; I saw what looked like a bouquet of flowers.

"Uhm, hello?" I called out.

"Delivery for Scott." A girl's voice called out.

I hunched my brow. "You sure?" I asked.

I heard a giggle.

" Yes, I'm sure. Now open the door so I can give them to you."

"Alright, Alright" I grumbled. I unlatched the door and saw a huge bouquet of flowers, but I couldn't see the person holding them 

"These are for me, huh?" I said, taking the flowers from the other person's hand.

"Yeah. They're an apology."

I blinked in surprise, staring at the bouquet.

"An apology? For what?"

"For running out on you last night." 

I looked at the person in front of me, and it must've been a good 15 seconds before I realized it was the blonde from the mall. 

"What who ho-?" I stuttered. She pushed the flowers into my hands, and rushed past me, walking into my apartment.

"Nice place." She said, looking around. "Clean, too I like that." She sat down on my couch, and took her jacket off. She was wearing a white-button down shirt, and a pair of black slacks with grey pinstripes.

I stared at her, then the flowers, then back at her. 

"Look. Who are you, and how did you find me, and what is this?" I spat out.

She looked at me, concern in her eyes.

"You look tired."

Her words sapped what little strength I had right out of me.

"Well, you could say that." I sighed, warily sitting down in the chair.


Let it Snow



"You look like you need a drink. Where's the booze?"

"Above the refrigerator." I muttered, my eyes straining to close. I sat up and shook my head.

"While you wander around in my apartment, mind if I get your name...?" I asked sarcastically.

"Oh, sorry." She laughed. She stuck her head out from the kitchen. "I'm Elizabeth. Everyone calls me Liza."

"I'm Scott." I returned. "Oh wait you-"

"Already knew that, yeah." She laughed again. She walked down the hall, two drinks in hand.

"And you knew that becaussssse..." I queried.

"My sister told me." She said matter-of-factly. I stared at her for a moment, trying to comprehend her statement.

"You're losing me." I said, utterly confused.

"Imagine me with red hair, and d-cup breasts, instead of dd-cup." she smirked, holding her breasts up with her hands, staring at me.

"Uhm..." I felt the blood rush to my face. Then it clicked.

"You're Kate's sister." I said numbly, remembering my pre-Santa "activity" from the day before

"Took you long enough." She grinned.

"Yeah, well, it's been a long day." I sighed. "So, why are you here?"

"I work for the Williams School, across the river. You heard of it?"

"Yeah. Private school, right?"

She nodded her head. "I work as an administrative assistant in the personnel office, and Kate recommended you as a viable candidate."

"A candidate?" I asked. "For what, exactly?"

"Our curriculum at the school includes a number of topics; One of the mandatory classes the students have to take is an introductory course to technology. We've added a few courses, and need another instructor. None of the applicants we've had so far have really impressed us, and Kate seems to think you'd be perfect for the job."

Liza leaned forward, her blond hair cascading her face. 

"As a matter of fact," Liza leaned forward, her blond hair falling to her face "She thinks very VERY highly of you."

The way Liza was staring at me made me a little uncomfortable. I had a feeling that she knew what her sister and I had done yesterday.

"So, you're offering me a job?" I asked, ringing the conversation back to safer ground.

"Yes. You'll teach 3 introductory courses in the spring, and if things work out, we'll let you come on full-time in the fall, and you can add some upper-division electives, if you so wish."

"Huh." I said, sitting there pondering the offer that had fallen into my lap.

She sat there, watching me put everything together.

"So I would teach 3 classes."

"Yes."

"Do I have to live at the school?"

"Not if you don't want. We offer facilities for the faculty, if they wish, but most live off-campus."

"What kind of interview process do I need to go through for this?"

She waved her hand. "Already done."

I blinked. "You mean this is.."

"No, Mr. Williams has already approved you; all you have to do is say yes, and the job is yours. I assume you'll want to come over to the school and see everything first, of course."

"Mr. Williams?"

"Hm mmm. Charles Williams, the headmaster of the school. I think you know him as Chuck."

I smacked my head in amazement.

"Unbelievable." I muttered.

She chuckled out loud. "Yeah, we kinda checked you out a little bit. You seem like such a grumpy guy at first, but once Kate convinced us that you were much nicer in person, we decided to give you a second glance."

"Sonuvabitch." I said, my head swirling.

"As for salary," she started to say; I cut her off.

"Whatever." I said. "I could care less." I got up and walked over to the window by the couch. A teaching job... it almost sounded too good to be true.

"Don't I need a degree in education?" I asked.

"That depends on the individual. In your case, your experience in the field of technology, plus the fact that you're obviously good with kids, being Santa and all, allows us to overlook your lack of a degree."

"Hmm." I said. 

"So, explain something to me." I said after a moment. "Kate met me, liked what she saw, and Chuck 'interviewed' me... if you can call it that.. and you brought me the offer, right?"

"Yes."

"So, why did you come up to me at the Santa display then?"

She squirmed in the couch. "Well, I just wanted to meet you, that's all."

"You're an administrative assistant." I countered. "You do paperwork, not 'meet people'. And you bumped into me at the food court, too."

She said nothing. I walked in front of her.

"Honesty would be helpful here." I said, looking at her.

She sighed. "Kate's always looking out for me. She thought you and I would.... you know..."

"Hit it off?" I chuckled softly.

She bit her lip, and nodded her head. 

"Uh huh." I said. I sat next to her on the couch.

"So, are we ... hitting it off?" I asked, looking at her sincerely. She turned to me, her green eyes staring right at me.

"I don't know..." she whispered, leaning into me. My arm wrapped around her head as our lips met. I felt her hands touch my face as our mouths opened, letting tongues meet, swirling and touching. As our tongues twirled, I pulled back, and started sucking on her lower lip. I felt my insides melt as I realized that she had a very sweet taste to her.

Liza pulled away from our kiss, and looked at me.

"We probably shouldn't be doing this." She said.

"Probably not." I said.

We stared at each other for a moment, and then I grabbed her head, and pulled her back in, kissing passionately. My hands started fumbling with the buttons on her shirt, and few minutes later, her shirt was open.

My hands reached to her tits, slowly rubbing them through the bra. My fingers traced design over her double-d melons, working their way toward her back. I reached underneath her shirt, found the bra clasp, and swiftly unhooked it.

Her tits relaxed a little, the pressure of the bra no longer pushing them to her chest. I pulled her shirt off of her, and threw it on the ground. I pushed her onto the couch, lying on her back, as she pulled her bra off, and tossed it to the floor.

I spread her legs and placed my hands on her tits. Her body gave a slight shudder, as my fingertips made contact with her nipples.

"Carefulll.." She whispered, grabbing my arms. "They're very...ohh.... sensitive.."

"Sensitive?" I asked. "So, does that mean I shouldn't do this?" I leaned over and caught her left nipple between my teeth and gingerly squeezed on it.

"Ahh!" she shrieked. Her legs pushed in against me and her hips rose up against my chest. Her hands grasped my face, then my head, running through my hair, pushing me against her breasts.

I switched to her other nipple, my finger moving over her breasts, and down to her stomach.

"Ohhh... Mmmm.." she moaned, her legs moving up and down against my sides.

I sucked hard on her nipple, and pulled my mouth away, dragging her breast with me. Liza's head pushed back against the couch, as her back arched off the couch.

"Oohhhhhhhhhh...." she panted. I let her nipple go, and started kissing my way down to her waist. Her body squirmed underneath me.

I pushed my fingers between her legs, feeling her underwear through the cotton slacks. Her hips pushed against my fingers as she let out a gasp.

I moved myself up to her, and started kissing her neck, while my fingers pushed against her pussy through her clothes.

Her hand lazily reached up to the side of my head and patted it, as if to say "don't stop". I pushed my fingers even harder, aiming for her clit sight unseen.

"Keep doing that.." She gasped. I unzipped and unbuttoned her pants, and pushed my fingers down to her pussy.

She turned her head into me, and started kissing my neck, as I rubbed my fingers against her pussy lips. She turned her body sideways, moving her hips closer to me. Her hands grabbed my arms again, as I plunged two fingers into her wet pussy.

"UH." she grunted, as my fingers slid in. I pulled them out, then pushed back in, straight to the knuckle.

With my other hand, I pulled her pants and black lace underwear off, and threw them onto the ground.

"Why... is it.." she panted, as my fingers thrusted in and out of her, "that I'm... oh," her rolled to the side, her hands reaching down to my pants, unbuckling them, "that I'm.... oh that feels so good..... that I'm NAKED," she spat out, "and you're still wearing your clothes?"

Liza undid my pants and pulled them off me, then rolled on top of me, my fingers still embedded in her pussy. She closed her eyes, and started humping my hand, her hips moving up and down.

I lay back, letting her do some of the work. With my free hand, I reached up and touched her clit.

Her body spasmed, and she arched her back, as my finger started rubbing her clit, while my other hand kept finger-fucking her pussy. She straddled me, her head bowed forward, breathing hard. 

"Stop..." she whispered. "Stop." She pulled my fingers out, and moved my hands to my sides. She moved her pussy over my cock, and slowly brought herself down on it.

"Oh...Oh......OHHhhh.." she groaned, her head thrown back, one hand on my stomach, the other behind her for balance.

She sank her dripping cunt all the way down on my dick, and leaned forward, her arms now leaning against my shoulders.

"You....you fill me up," she gasped, moving her hips up and down a little. She sat up and raised her pussy off my cock, and brought it back down, sending her body into a series of small convulsions, as she slowly fucked me.

I started rubbing her clit again, and her pace increased. I reached up with my other hand, and grabbed her sweaty nipples, pinching and twisting.

"Yeah.. yeah.. "she whispered, grasping my hand on her nipple.

She started riding me hard, as my hands played and touched her nipples and clit. Her tits bounced up and down, as her face was shrouded in blond hair.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me, holding her still. She looked at me in surprise.

"What.. What's wr-?" 

"Hold still." I said calmly.

I sat up, and pulled her legs around my waist. I turned my body, so that I was sitting on the edge of the couch, and she was still on me, face-to-face.

"Hold on," I grinned, reached up, kissed her, leaned back in the couch and leaned forward for momentum, and stood up.

"Holy sh-!" she screamed, and bit into my shoulder, as her pussy sunk down hard on my cock. Her arms clasped tightly across my back, as I walked over to the bare wall by the hallway, and pushed her against it.

"Oh...Oh.. oh... oh.." She moaned, as her legs started to fall from around my waist.

"Hold on tight." I said harshly, pushed her against the wall, reached down to get a good hold on her ass, and making sure her legs were around me.

"Hmmm..." she whimpered into my neck, her lips kissing and biting me.

I pulled my cock halfway out, and then slammed it back in, using the wall as reinforcement. Liza grabbed hold of me tighter.

"Again..." she intoned.

I pulled out and slammed back in, as her hips pushed against me. In and out, my cock slid, and our bodies bumped against each other. Her hands and mouth bit and scratched their way all over my neck, until she just used me to hold on for dear life.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." She groaned. She leaned into me. "You feel so good in me.. Don't stop.."

Her words were turning me on more and more, and I started fucking her as hard as I could, my hands grabbing her ass so hard that there would probably be marks where my fingers were.

"Harder." she grunted. "HARDER!"

I slammed my cock into her with reckless abandon; What little control I had, would soon be gone. My balls were starting to clench, and I knew that meant I had little time left.

I moved my left hand to the middle of her ass, and put my right hand in between our sweaty bodies. I didn't have much strength left, holding her up with one hand, so I reached down and stroked her clit. The effect was automatic.

Liza inhaled deeply at my touch, and pressed back against the wall. I felt her pussy slam down on my cock, and squeeze my cock so hard I thought I would explode. She wrapped her arms and legs around me so tight, it was almost difficult to breathe.

"I'm cumming.." she moaned. "...cumming...cumming..." her hips jerked against me several times, and her head flew back.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. OH OH OH OH OHOHOHOHOH!" She screamed, and she reached down to kiss me, her tongue slamming into my mouth. We kissed passionately as her cunt repeatedly pulsed against me. I felt my penis explode into her, as our juices and cum dripped down our legs.

Our bodies pushed and pulled against each other, while still in a tight embrace. Liza's nails dug into my back, and I started to see stars, my cock still pumping into her.

Her body still clinging to mine, I stumbled over to the couch, where we collapsed on the couch, breathing heavily. I felt my eyes start to close, and I couldn't disagree. 

We were asleep in 2 minutes, my cock still in her pussy.

--

My cell phone rang at 3:30am. I sat up abruptly, breathing hard. I looked around. I was in my bedroom.

Alone. 

A dream. It must've been a dream.

Dammit.

"This is what I get for watching porn," I snarled out loud. I hit the on button on the phone.

"What." I bitched.

"Uhm... Hey." It was Mike.

I sighed. "Yeah." I got out of bed and walked towards my closet.

"Sorry to call so l-" 

I cut him off.

"Yeah, yeah. I know the spiel. Where'm I going?" I snapped.

"Ja-" 

"Hey." a voice called out, to my left.

I turned towards the door to the bedroom. Liza was standing there, wearing one of my dress shirts.

And nothing else.

I blinked. My eyes narrowed for a second, and then I heard Mike talking to me on my phone.

"...and I e-mailed the directions to your ce-"

I cut him off.

"Mike." I said. "I went to Jamestown yesterday, right?"

"Uhhh... Yeahhh." He said hesitantly. Liza nodded her head, a questioning look in her eyes.

"So, the last day hasn't been a dream then." I said. A smile broke on Liza's face and she nodded her head, "No." She started unbuttoning my shirt, and walked over to me, her hips swaying from side-to-side.

"Uhm, no. You alright, man?" Mike asked.

"Oh, I think I'm fine." I said, grinning from ear-to-ear, reaching out to Liza as my shirt hit the floor; Her hands reached up to my chest, and she started licking my ear. I closed my eyes and groaned.

"Kate told me about your ears," Liza whispered slyly.

"What was that?" Mike asked

"Oh, man.." I whispered.

"Uh, Scott? You there?" Mike's worried voice called out.

"Uhm, yeah, I'm here. Y'know, I think you're going to have to tell Ron to find someone else to drive to... oh..." I moaned as Liza worked her tongue up and down my ear.

"..to wherever... I quit.." I said quietly, feeling a stirring in my loins, as her tongue worked it's way down my neck.

"You quit." Mike repeated.

"Yeah. Call me later in the week. We'll do drinks..or... uh...something.." Liza's hand reached up to grab the phone from my grasp.

I heard Mike laughing. "Ron's gonna be pissed. Good for you, man."

I chuckled. "Yeah, look, I gotta get..."

"Sleep?" Mike laughed.

"Actually, back to bed." I smirked, and Liza took the phone out of my hand, turned it off, and tossed it over my shoulder.

We embraced, our mouths attached, and tongues working furiously. I grabbed her by the waist, wrapped her legs around me, and carried her over to the bed.

I dropped her unceremoniously on the bed and she shrieked. I jumped on the bed and started kissing her neck.

"Mm..." She purred, pushing her naked body against me. "I presume this means you'll be joining us at the Williams School, in the spring?"

I laughed out loud.

"I've got plenty of free time. Should I expect to teach the sex ed. class, too?"

She smacked me with a pillow, and collapsed in my arms. She reached up to kiss me, cuddling against me.

"Good." She whispered. "We'll be able to do this more often."

I smiled at her, patting her hair. A few minutes later, she was breathing deeply, asleep.

I looked out the window, feeling sleep come over to me. My eyes widened at what I saw outside.

It finally stopped snowing.



Let It Snow



Turning quickly back into the room she pulled the curtain shut behind her. "It's really snowing out there," she said, "looks worse than predicted. Do you think they'll still make it?" 

"I'm not sure," he said, clearing his throat nervously. "The roads were bad when I was on my way and that was two hours ago."

"What do we do if they aren't able to get here? It's not like we can leave either." 

"Well," he said, cautiously, "we can start by eating whatever it is you made that smells so wonderful and then, I don't know, play cards?"

This couple's weekend they had planned at the cabin looked as though it would be a flop. She had driven up in the afternoon before the storm, her husband was to come later, when his big meeting at work was over. He had driven up as the storm had started, his wife was to come later when she had finished her presentation. Both had pleaded with their spouses to come earlier, especially when news of the storm developed, but both spouses poo-poo'd their attempts and promised to join, no matter the weather. Now it was just him and it was just her and they were alone in a cabin, in the woods, in a blizzard.

It wouldn't be that bad, they were very good friends. This particular pair were closer than any other duo in their two couples. But this is also where the problems lie, for secretly, over the course of all the time they'd spent together as couples, something more than friendship had developed. Something more than attraction. Something more than sexual chemistry. This couple had secretly fallen in love. They both knew it, though neither would admit it to the other. Both felt they'd thrown in their lot with their spouses and that was how life would proceed, so they ignored their feelings, tried not to see each other very often and when they did, put in as much effort as possible to hide how they truly felt.

But here they were. Completely unable to avoid each other. "I'll start a fire," he said, trying not to make eye contact with her. "I saw some firewood just outside the door." 

"The wind is something nasty, do be careful." She said softly. Their eyes met for just a moment, the electricity was palpable, but he turned away and left out the door. She set the table for two, knowing neither spouse would make it in this storm. He built the fire, a nice, warm and cozy fire that crackled merrily as they ate their steak and potatoes. 

"Wine?" She asked, bottle in hand.

"Probably we shouldn't..." his voice trailed off.

After dinner they sat by the fire, across the room from one another, each making little glances when the other wasn't looking. It was silent, except for the crackle of the fire. "This," she said, "this isn't our fault." She meant being alone in the woods, but perhaps she meant falling in love as well. It seems silly to fall in love with someone that you've never discussed being in a relationship with, it seems silly to accidentally fall in love, but she knew it was possible, she knew it as well as she knew her own name. "I know," he answered quietly. She looked longingly across the room at him, he allowed his eyes to meet hers. He held her gaze, her stomach flipped. "I..." she mumbled.

What seemed to her all at once, and to him an infinity, he rose from his seat across the room, walked to her armchair, knelt down in front of her and softly, questioningly, poetically kissed her lips. She kissed him back, her mouth hungrily exploring his. He took her gently by the hand and whispered in her ear "I love you."

"I know," she responded, looking deep in his eyes "I love you, too." Together they walked to the bedroom. Once this ice had been broken, no wild horses could tear this couple apart. He ran his hands from her shoulders down her back to her butt. It was firm but soft. She moaned softly as he squeezed her. He kissed her neck, outlining her collarbone, pausing to suck lightly on her neck. Another small moan escaped her lips. He ran his fingers along the collar of her shirt, his head buried in her hair, inhaling her scent, her essence. 

She started undoing the buttons on his shirt, one at a time, very slowly as though time had stopped and there was only this couple. She slid it off his muscular physique. Only last week she'd heard his wife nag at him for having love handles but to her, he was perfect, she wasn't even sure where those love handles might be, his body was like that of a god, one she was ready to worship.

She softly pushed on him, indicating he should sit on the bed. He tried to stifle a gasp as she unzipped his pants, slipping his erect cock out of his boxers and directly into her warm, waiting mouth. Hungrily, she sucked and licked and ran her tongue up and down his member. She took him into her mouth until he could feel the back of her throat, and out again, and in again, until he felt he could take no more. 

Softly, he kissed the top of her head. "You're turn, my love," he said as he slid his hand up her flowing skirt. He found her panties quite wet already as he guided them off her smooth legs. He took them in his hand, brought them to his nose and inhaled. The smell of her made him crazy, he needed her in his mouth. His head found its way under her skirt, as she lie on the bed, and his tongue carefully explored her delicious sweetness. He was delicate with her lips as he kissed them with his, pushing his tongue inside, pressing softly on her clit. She moaned a delicious moan and he knew she had enough as well.

He stood and removed his pants the rest of the way, then helped her out of her clothes. Her body was stunning, not the kind you see in a catalogue but so much more beautiful to him. "Are you ready?" he whispered, laying himself on top of her.

"More than I have words to tell you." She whispered back. Looking deep into each other's eyes he penetrated her, a slight gasp as she took him in fully. Together they rocked to the rhythm of love, holding eye contact in a way that created a deep sense of togetherness, more so than the usual bonding of lovemaking. 

She could see in his eyes it wasn't going to be much longer, "wait," she murmured, "I'm off the pill, we've been trying to have a baby but it hasn't happened yet."

Looking deep in her eyes he said the words she'd longed to hear "I want you to have my baby." 

"I want to have your baby." She replied.

He brought his lips to hers and they kissed, deeply and passionately as they both came together, feeling the earth move around them.

They spent the night curled in each other's arms, listening to the wind howl outside. It wasn't what they'd planned but it was what they'd both wanted.



Let It Snow



David used to hate these trips. Not so much anymore. After he and his wife divorced and his daughter started college there wasn't much reason for him to stay at home. Besides, it was nice to get out and meet new people and travel to places he otherwise would never see. And the fact that it was all on the company's dime made it that much better. Need somebody to go to Pawtucket? David is your man. Des Moines? Rochester? Cleveland? Yep - he'd been there and done all of those. And more. A lot more. David was racking up the frequent flyer miles and before long would be able to treat himself to a nice vacation.

So when the boss needed somebody to go to Chicago of course David volunteered. But he wasn't really looking forward to this trip. It was January. The last time he'd been in Chicago was in the fall two years ago. And even in the fall it was cold. He knew the weather would be brutal. Little did he know it was going to be worse than he expected. Much worse.

There was heavy snow in the forecast but as David's plane landed at O'Hare he looked out the window and saw nothing but sunshine in the late afternoon sky. Maybe I can catch a break this time he thought to himself.

He took the EL into downtown. When he got off at his stop the Chicago winter hit him in the face like a back-handed slap. Damn it was cold. At least his hotel was only a couple of blocks away so he wouldn't be outside for very long. As he approached the hotel he saw a truck from The Weather Channel parked nearby. He thought it a little odd, but didn't pay it much attention as his only concern at the moment was getting out of the cold.

He checked into the hotel and went upstairs to his room. He glanced out the window to see what kind of view he had. Not much - just a parking deck across the street. But he noticed the later afternoon sun had given way to a cold gray sky. It would be dark soon. David quickly made a game plan. Dinner soon he thought to himself. Then I'll come back to the room and get prepared for meetings the next two days. Won't take very long. Then early to bed so I can rise early in the morning and be at my best in front of the clients.

David didn't fancy going back out into the cold for dinner so he decided to eat in the hotel's restaurant. He was seated at a table next to the window which had a nice view onto Michigan Ave. As he ordered a cocktail he noticed that the Weather Channel truck had set-up nearby and he could see people walking around it as if they were going to do a remote broadcast. Great - he thought to himself. They must think we're really going to get some snow if they're doing a remote.

As David ate his dinner he noticed the snow starting to fall from the sky. The streetlights were on now and they cast a strange orange glow onto the snowflakes. David finished his dinner and headed back upstairs to his room.

His preparations for the meetings didn't take long. He had done this a million times it seemed. A quick check of his e-mails and his work was done for the day. He got a mini-bottle of Jack Daniels from the mini-bar, mixed it with some Diet Coke and flipped on the TV. One drink, a little TV and then I'm off to bed he thought. As he flipped through the channels he came across the Weather Channel and sure enough they were talking about the snowstorm expected to impact Chicago. Could be quite heavy they said, and in a moment they cut to the live remote going on right there at this hotel.

David nearly dropped his drink when he saw her. Right there on his screen was Cathy Kelly. And even though she didn't exactly look glamorous in her scarf, parka, and hood pulled over her head she was still beautiful. David had lusted over her for years. She had always been his favorite on the Weather Channel. He had been disappointed when her appearances seemed to be fewer and fewer and when she was on at all it seemed to be late at night or on the weekends. He assumed her career was beginning to suffer as it seemed the powers that be kept putting younger and perkier women on the screen and since Cathy was now a MILF instead of a twenty-something babe her role had diminished.

She still looked like a hottie to David though. In fact he found her much more attractive than the little pixies that were now getting her airtime. Guess they've relegated her to doing remotes in shitty weather now he thought to himself. Still he was excited to know that the hottie MILF he had lusted after all these years was nearby.

David watched for another half hour or so but the next time they cut to the remote some guy had taken Cathy's place. He thought they must work in shifts. Can't really expect anybody to work around the clock. At least Cathy got the day shift instead of the night shift. Seniority he guessed. Oh well - gotta get some sleep he thought. He looked out the window one final time and noticed the snow had covered everything but it didn't look too deep. He drifted off to sleep imagining what Cathy Kelly would look like underneath all that winter gear.

The sun had yet to come up when David awoke the next morning. As he pulled back the curtain his jaw dropped. It was still snowing like hell. But not only that. What had been a light snow when he went to bed had now covered everything in sight. From his window he couldn't tell how deep it was but it was obviously significant.

No sense in worrying about it he told himself as he showered. Life goes on in Chicago no matter what the weather. He was awfully glad though that his appointment at the Markson Company was only about a block away from his hotel. He could trudge through almost anything if he only had one block to go. He went downstairs and ate a quick breakfast. As he exited the hotel he stepped out onto the sidewalk now covered by at least a foot of snow. The street hadn't been plowed and he didn't see a taxi anywhere. Hell - he thought. It's only a block. Not really worth a taxi anyway. And off he went.

The morning meetings were uneventful. Someone had ordered lunch for the group from the deli downstairs. Everyone ate in the conference room and somebody decided to turn on the TV. The local news channel was covering the storm which had only gotten worse. The forecast was even gloomier. There could be as much as three more feet of snow in the next 24 hours. Even for Chicago this storm was turning out to be a major event. Even though the TV people were urging everyone against travel the group decided to press on with their meeting.

Around 4:00 pm a secretary interrupted the meeting with an announcement. The mayor had declared a state of emergency. Markson was closing for the day and everyone should get home before the storm got any worse. Tom, David's contact at Markson, apologized but said that everyone's safety must come first. They would try to reschedule the meetings at some later time.

David understood and agreed. But he was still pissed. Great - he thought. Here I am stuck in Chicago with nothing to do in the middle of the worst snowstorm in a decade. The damned airport is closed and I can't leave. Oh well. If all these trips had taught him anything it was to be flexible and try to make the best no matter what the situation. David gathered his belongings and headed back to his hotel.

Once he got there he couldn't help but notice the place was unusually quiet. He went to the front desk and explained to the lady there that even though he wasn't supposed to check out until tomorrow he might need to stay one additional night depending on what the storm did and whether or not he'd be able to get a flight out of O'Hare.

"You can stay as long as you like sir," she explained. "Since the airport is closed no one can get into Chicago and most of the reservations we had for the next few days have already been canceled. Most everyone that was here checked out this morning to try to get out on the last flights before they closed the airport. It kind of worked out well for us since we only have a skeleton crew that's sleeping here in the hotel since nobody can get to work. We'll do the best we can to take care of you and our remaining guests."

David thanked her and headed off to his room. He sent an email to his boss letting him know he was stuck in Chicago until the weather got better. He called his daughter to check on her and let her know where he was and the situation he was in.

By now it was dark outside again. He took a quick shower and walked downstairs and went into the bar. The place was nearly empty and quiet. David took a seat at the bar in front of the television and ordered a drink. As he took his first sip he noticed a woman sitting at the other end of the bar from him. He could see she was staring down into her mobile phone and her hair was hanging down blocking her face from David's view. The hair color looked right to him. And it looked to be about the right length. Could it really be her? Could it really be Cathy Kelly sitting at the other end of the bar?

David tried not to stare as he sipped his drink. Every time it seemed that she looked up she was facing away from him. He caught a glimpse of her face once in a while, but he still didn't know if that was her or not. Finally he decided he had to know. He walked down to the end of the bar where she sat.

"Excuse me miss," David began. She turned to look at him and sure enough it WAS her. There was no doubt in David's mind. But something didn't look right. She seemed upset.

"Are you Cathy Kelly from The Weather Channel?"

"No," she stammered. "I get that all the time. I'm not her. Please leave me alone."

"I'm sorry," David said. "I didn't mean to upset you. Enjoy your drink."

And with that David retreated back to the seat where he started. As he sat there he wondered what was wrong with her. He KNEW it was her. He had seen that beautiful face many, many times before. There was no question in his mind he had just spoken to Cathy Kelly. But why did she deny it? 

He looked down the bar and noticed the bartender brought the woman another glass of wine. As he finished his drink the bartender approached him. "Would you like another sir? Compliments of the lady at the end of the bar."

"Sure," David replied.

As the bartender prepared David's drink he glanced back towards the woman. She turned and smiled at him this time. David nodded at her to thank her for the drink. As he did the woman picked up her wine glass and her cell phone and began to walk towards David.

"Mind if I sit down?" she asked.

"Of course not. Be my guest," David told her.

"Look," she started, "I'm sorry I was so rude earlier. That was uncalled for. Yes - I'm Cathy Kelly."

And with that she stuck out her hand. David reached out and shook her hand.

"David," he said. "David Perry. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you David."

"Is everything OK?" he asked. "You seemed upset earlier. I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Yeah. Everything's fine," Cathy replied. "It's just life in general sometimes gets you down." 

"I know the feeling," David told her.

"Here I am stuck in Chicago on yet another shit assignment. My husband Frank and I separated four months ago and the bastard just now texted me that he's filing for divorce so he can marry his 27 year old girlfriend," Cathy explained.

"Well I think that's a shitty way to go about it," David said.

"It's OK," she told him. "I don't care about him anyway. Haven't for a long time now I suppose. But I'm like you - I just thought that was a terrible way to break such news."

They continued to make small talk, mostly about the weather, and each of them ordered another drink.

David could feel the effects of the alcohol. He wasn't anywhere near drunk, but the light little buzz felt good to him. And it didn't hurt that feeling at all to have a beautiful woman he had lusted after for so long sitting right next him and talking to him and looking even more beautiful in person than she ever had on TV.

Cathy's mood had lightened as well. She felt more relaxed and more comfortable. She was smiling often and had gotten quite chatty. David noticed that the top button of Cathy's blouse had worked its way loose and she was now showing a little bit of sweet cleavage and a black lacy bra. He tried his best not to stare into it lest he get caught and ruin everything.

"I'm enjoying our talk," Cathy told him. "But I need to go to the rest room. Will you stay here until I get back?" she asked.

"Of course. I'm enjoying it too," David replied. And with that Cathy was off to the rest room. David looked around and saw the place was now empty except for the bartender who seemed to be preoccupied with something on his phone. David got the bartender's attention and ordered another round of drinks. The bartender brought the drinks and as he went back to his phone Cathy arrived back at the bar.

"Well thank you for the drink," Cathy told him as she noticed a new glass of wine waiting for her.

"But frankly this barstool's getting uncomfortable," she said. "I'd love it if you'd come up to my room and we can continue our conversation there."

David tried his best not to appear too overeager. He would like nothing more than to be in a hotel room alone with Cathy Kelly. He just didn't want to seem like a lovestruck schoolboy.

"Sure. That's a great idea," David told her.

"Charge all our drinks to my room," Cathy told the bartender as they got up to leave.

"Yes ma'am."

They picked up their drinks and walked towards the elevator. As they stood there waiting for the door to open David's heart raced in anticipation of what might happen next. As they stepped inside the elevator Cathy stood facing David.

"Thank you," Cathy told him.

"For what?" David asked.

"Just for being there in that bar and for being nice to me and listening to me...Oh - I'm blabbering."

In a moment the doors opened and they stepped out and David followed Cathy to her room. He held her wine glass while she unlocked the door. The first thing David noticed was that Cathy's room was much nice than his. Guess at least the Weather Channel pays for nice digs even if you get a lousy assignment.

Cathy motioned for David to come over to the couch. He sat their drinks on the little coffee table.

"David. I hope this doesn't seem rude. But I've been stuck in these clothes since 6 am this morning. Do you mind if I take a quick shower and change?" she asked.

"Go right ahead," he told her. "I'll be right here."

David sipped his drink as he heard the shower start. Hot damn he thought. Cathy Kelly is in the very next room. Naked. The very idea of such a thing made his cock start to swell. He fantasized what the view must look like in there. He imagined the water cascading off her breasts. He imagined her hand down on her pussy making sure she was nice and fresh down there.

He stood up and looked out the window. Damn. Still snowing. It might not ever end he thought. And it made him smile. Because if not for the snow Cathy wouldn't be in Chicago in the first place. And he wouldn't be in her hotel room.

In a moment she emerged from the bathroom. She was dressed only in the hotel bathrobe. David couldn't help but notice he could see her bare legs from about mid-thigh down.

"Hope you don't mind my casual appearance," Kelly said as she smiled at David.

"Not at all," he said. "It's an awfully sexy look."

"Really?" she asked. "Then how do you think this looks?" as she undid the sash holding the robe together and let it open.

"Even better," David replied.

Cathy guided David back to the couch and motioned for him to sit. As he did Cathy straddled him with her knees on either side of his legs. She leaned down and kissed him as David reached inside the robe and caressed the warm, moist skin on her back. Their tongues flew back and forth inside each others mouths. He pulled her ever closer. He slid his hands down and massaged her ass cheeks as they continued to kiss.

Cathy pulled back for a moment and looked at David and told him "You're way too overdressed for this." And with that she dismounted him and kneeled on the floor at his feet. She quickly worked to get his shoes and socks off and tossed them to the side.

Cathy stood up and grabbed David's hands and pulled him to a standing position. She damn near ripped his shirt off and then tugged at his belt. It was a bit awkward but neither of them cared as she opened the belt, unsnapped his pants and opened his zipper. Cathy got on her knees as she pulled down David's pants and underwear in one motion. Once off, she saw his enormous stiff cock for the first time. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life and she wanted him in her mouth.

David smiled at her as she looked up at him while devouring his cock. He was a bit surprised she could take him as deeply in her mouth as she did. Cathy reached up and lightly stroked his balls while maintaining a furious pace back and forth on his cock. It occurred to David that if she kept this up for much longer he was going to have a hard time not shooting his load already. He pulled back from her enough to take his cock out of her mouth as he reached down to stroke her cheek.

"Easy there sweetheart," David said to her. "Let's take our time."

David reached down and helped Cathy to her feet. He slid the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Damn she looked even more beautiful naked than he had imagined. He quickly put together a game plan. He took Cathy's wine glass from the table in one hand and led her towards the bed with the other hand. David sat the wineglass on the nightstand beside the bed and motioned for her to lie down. 

He quickly joined her and they lay side by side kissing one another deeply. Cathy threw her leg over David's and pulled his back towards her with her arm. David explored Cathy's back with his hand, reaching down occasionally to squeeze her ass. After a bit David gently pushed Cathy over onto her back. He slid his tongue down the side of her face and onto her neck. His hand rubbed her belly and slid down onto her thigh. He continued his quest downward and licked her chest between her tits. As he moved to take her nipple into his mouth his hand slid between her thighs and he lightly started to stroke her pussy.

Cathy let out an audible moan as David's fingers touched her clit. David moved his head over to her other nipple and as he did he slid a couple of fingers into Cathy's now soaking wet pussy.

"That's it baby. Rub my pussy," she moaned as she reached her arms around David's head almost holding him on her nipple.

David alternated between sucking her nipple and flicking his tongue back and forth over it as he kept working his fingers in and out of her pussy. Cathy's hips began to rise to meet his finger thrusts. Sensing that Cathy was nearing orgasm David withdrew his fingers from her pussy and lifted himself to his knees.

"Where are you going? Please don't stop baby," Cathy begged.

David reached behind him and grabbed the glass of wine. He took a quick sip and winked at Cathy. He brought the wine glass over Cathy and poured a small amount into her belly button. He quickly sat the glass back down and then buried his face in her belly button loudly slurping up the wine he had just left there. 

"That tickles," Cathy giggled.

Once David was sure he had slurped up all the wine he moved his tongue even further downward. Down to Cathy's little teeny landing strip. As he flicked his tongue back and forth he recognized the wonderful scent of the pussy he was about to lick. He positioned himself between Cathy's thighs and started to kiss her pussy. He started flicking his tongue back and forth across her pussy lips making sure to stay away from her clit for now. First one lip then the other. He would gently suck on them. Bite them ever so gently. Cathy's legs were trembling and she pushed her hips forward to meet David's face.




Let It Snow



David moved his tongue up to her clit.

"Yeah baby. That's the place. I thought you'd never get there," Cathy exclaimed as David's tongue circled her clit.

"God. Eat it. Eat my pussy," Cathy was nearly screaming at him.

Her hips were bucking wildly now. David tried his best to keep his tongue on her clit which was proving a bit difficult now that it had become a moving target. 

"I'm gonna cuuuuuuuum" Cathy shrieked as David furiously worked his tongue over her pussy.

"Yes. Yes. YES," she screamed as her entire body quivered.

Cathy slowly lowered her hips back onto the bed as David continued to plant light kisses on her now red, swollen pussy.

"Wow baby. You're awesome," Cathy told him. "That was incredible."

They laid beside each other again as David stroked Cathy's hair. Cathy reached down between David's legs and massaged his hard cock.

"I want you to fuck me," Cathy told him. "But I've got kind of a weird request."

"What's that?" David asked.

"I don't want you to come in my pussy. When you get ready to cum I want to take your load on my face. Is that OK?"

"Sure," David told her. He thought it was kind of an odd request but he was more than happy to oblige her.

Cathy took all of the pillows on the bed and placed them on top of each other. She leaned back on them so that she was facing forward. She reached down and placed a hand behind each of her knees and opened her legs wide in the air.

"Mount me now lover," Cathy requested.

David did as he was told and got between Cathy's legs. He placed her legs on his shoulders and eased his cock into her wet pussy.

"Oh David. Your cock is so HUGE," Cathy screamed in delight.

"Your pussy's so fucking tight," he replied.

"Fuck me baby," Cathy screamed. "Fuck me hard."

With that David increased the pace. He tried his best to slam his cock as deeply as it would go with each stroke.

"Yes baby, yes. Fuck me with that big dick. You're going to make me cum again. Fuck me baby!" Cathy yelled as once again her body tensed up and then exploded into orgasm.

Sensing his own orgasm was near David pulled out of Cathy's pussy. He climbed over her and straddled her chest. 

"You want it in your face?" David asked as he stroked his cock.

"Yes baby. Blow that hot, sticky load on my face. Cum for me baby"

David pointed his cock at her face the best he could as he jacked himself off.

"Here it comes. Close your eyes."

And with that the first gob of cum spewed from his dick and landed across Cathy's forehead and into her hair. Spurt after spurt after spurt kept flying out of David's dick and hitting their target.

As David began to recover from the most intense orgasm he'd had in years he looked down at sweet Cathy's face. If she wanted it in her face she had damn sure gotten what she wanted. There was cum everywhere. There were strings of cum across both of her eyes and her nose. There was cum in her hair. There was cum on her chin and on her neck. There was even cum on one of her ears.

Cathy opened her eyes and smiled at David. "One more favor?" she asked him.

"Sure. What?"

"Get my phone over there and take a picture of my face," Cathy said.

"You want me to take a picture of your face all covered in cum?" David asked.

"That's exactly what I want baby. Please..."

David did as he was told and snapped several pictures of Cathy's sexy face all bathed in his cum. It was about the most incredible sight he had ever seen.

Cathy got up and went to the bathroom and got cleaned up. When she came back she laid down next to David.

"Please spend the night here with me. We can make love all night if you want to," Cathy said.

"I'd love to," David told her.

"I just gotta do one thing first," Cathy said as she picked up her phone. She turned the phone so David could see what she was doing. She looked at the pictures David had taken of her cum-covered face and picked out the one she liked the best.

"That one will work nicely," she said.

"Huh?" David asked.

"Just watch sweetie," Cathy told him.

She clicked on the button to send the picture to one of her contacts. She stopped as she got to Frank. David watched as Cathy typed.

"Remember how you used to beg to shoot your load in my face? Well, you were right. It isn't so bad after all."



Let it Snow Ch. 02



While not necessary to understand the story, it wouldn't hurt to read the first part of this story, Let it Snow. Part II takes place approximately two years later...

--

My truck started easily in the morning. I looked in the rearview mirror, noticing the bags under my eyes. Yet again, a full night's sleep had been denied. Too many dreams wandered through my head at night.

I pulled out of the parking lot, and headed to school. It was only a couple minutes away, but I was running a little late. The drizzling rain was going to be an issue, but I had heard it was supposed to taper off soon.

My tendency to show up late had not gone unnoticed by some of the other teachers. A few snide comments had been made, but I had let them go.

I didn't care, to be honest.

--

I pulled into the school, and cursed at the lack of plowing. No decent place to park. Yes, now I was officially screwed. I parked in the far lot, and jogged over the rain-drenched pavement to the main doors.

As I pulled the doors open, I pondered whether to stop in the office and check my mail, or just head directly to my classroom. I decided to sneak in and out of the office, in the hope that no one would say anything.

It was a valiant effort, foiled only by a student running headfirst into me. He hit the ground with a thud and a sheepish "sorry, Mr. O'Shea".

Wonderful. I made an attempt to laugh it off, but the look on the secretary's face was enough to let me know that my late entrance had gone unnoticed. She tapped her watch at me in that annoying kind-of way.

Yes, wonderful.

I grabbed the papers out of my mailbox, and headed off to homeroom. I took the long way around, making sure not to run into her.

That was the last thing I needed.

--

By the time lunch rolled around, I had pondered the question "Why did I get out of bed today?" about 20 times. I had left the tests to my upper division Comp Sci's class at the apartment; I had planned on spending the period going over their miserable grades with them, but instead had to come up with something on the spot.

The moment I had that realization, the department head showed up for an unscheduled observation. 

I knew that there were stories going around, about me. I was making a conscious effort not to be present for any... awkward questions or conversations. Although I had been on-campus for two years, I was still an outsider to most of the faculty. The conditions under which I'd been hired hadn't exactly endeared me to my "colleagues".

I leaned back in my chair, irritatingly tapping a pencil against my chair. I decided to go through the memos in my mailbox.

The top sheet was a small note, written in crisp penmanship. My heart skipped a beat.

Mr. O'Shea – The deadline for new teachers, regarding employment next year, is Friday, December 13th. Please let me know what you're going to do. Best, Mr. Williams

I sighed, and rubbed my temple. Great.

"Mr. Williams" and "Mr. O'Shea".

Not "Chuck" or "Scott". All of a sudden, he doesn't know me, let alone remember all the times I had eaten dinner with his wife and... her sister.

Which means she hadn't told him.

Yes, this day was complete and utter shit. I crumpled the note and tossed it away.

God, I needed a drink.

--

I flew out of school, blowing off the faculty meeting. I never did more than nod my head and smile, anyways. Besides, I had somewhere I needed to be.

I had made the odd choice, several years ago, to take a second job at the local mall. It was where my current employer had... ah... "found" me. I hadn't worked there the following winter, but this year, with everything going on, I decided I needed all the "Christmas Cheer" I could get.

So, I returned to the greatest job of all:

Santa Claus.

The irony wasn't lost, during self-reflection. I was bitter, unhappy and miserable. But I was attempting – with some measure of success, I must proudly admit – to bring happiness to others, while trying to cheer myself up.

Yes, there's some fucked-up circular reasoning there. But, I do what I have to do to get by.

Teaching was supposed to be my escape. Now it's become my prison.

I sat in the locker room, changing quietly into my garb. The cute little elf made a comment to me, but I wasn't in the mood. I had way too much fun with an "elf" in here, once. No, I wasn't going to make that mistake again.

I walked out with the elf, all dressed up as Saint Nick. I sat down in the chair, adjusted myself and took a deep breath.

"Ho, Ho, Ho!" I called out. "Who wants to see Santa?"

Blessedly, there was already a line of children to take my mind off matters.

--

6 hours, and one sore ass later, I wearily stepped into the shower, scrubbing my body down. The mall had added the showers to the locker room, a gesture of which I was readily grateful.

I had remembered to bring some clean clothes (but not those damn tests, my conscience reminded me), and I was still running late.

I was finally going to get that damned drink I'd been craving all day.

--

The scotch ran down my throat, smooth as ever. And it tasted fantastic.

"You look like shit." Mike said.

My shoulders slumped. "Please let me enjoy my drink."

"Well, you do look like shit."

"I really am trying to enjoy this drink. Do you even know how they make scotch?"

"I don't really care."

"I'm sure there's a good reason you're my friend. But right now, I'm having a difficult time remembering why." I commented wryly.

"Because when you're being an ass, I tell you?"

"Oh, this is fantastic. And how is it you don't let me do the same for you?" I snarled, not pleased at getting a lecture.

"Because I have Carly to keep me in line."

"Really, 'Mr. Morals'? And you cheated on her with Elaine, because...?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I had crossed the line. Mike stared at me, obviously pissed off.

"There's a reason you always end up alone. Even in college, you were like this. You always push people away." He stood up, and grabbed his jacket, tossing a five-dollar bill onto the bar.

"Look, I'm sorry, I just had a bad da-"

"You always have a bad day, you realize that? You want to be a miserable, selfish prick, fine. Be a dick. Just don't start your shit with me." He slipped his jacket on.

"Mike, really, I didn't me-"

"There's a reason no one else will come out with us. Everyone's sick of your crap." He stood right in my face. "It's not your fault, or mine, that she screwed you over. We all have problems with our girlfriends and wives, but we all face them. You just try to run away."

He gestured to my glass.

"Or try to drink it away."

He walked out the door, without another word.

--

I sat there, nursing my drink. Lost in my thoughts, I found myself both angry with Mike, and angry with myself. 

I knew he was right. That wasn't an easy pill to swallow, but he was right. I really did have my head up my own ass. Again. I knew that it wasn't as bad as he intimated, but I knew we'd patch this up. It would just take some time.

I still felt like an ass, though. I walked over to the pool table, and mindlessly put 4 quarters in. Mike and I were supposed to play a couple games, but that was obviously not going to happen.

I needed some practice anyways. I racked the balls, walked to the other end of the table, and shot the cue ball towards the other end of the table.

"Nice shot."

I blinked. Apparently, I had an audience. Standing off to my right was a girl, holding one of the pool cues.

"Hey, thanks." I replied awkwardly, trying to decide if I wanted to practice, or let her cut in and play.

"You playing with anyone?" She asked, gesturing to the table.

"No, not really." I said, taking another shot, and missing. I cursed out loud.

"Umm. Okay." She paused, chalking the cue.

"Wait. Sorry." I said. I stopped for a second, and took a deep breath. "You wanna play?" I managed a weak smile.

She chuckled, the light flashing off the hoop pierced through her lip. "Yeah, but I'm not really good."

"Well, it beats playing with myself." I said, trying to make a weak joke. Unfortunately, it came out the wrong way.

She smiled broadly. "How's that again?"

I winced, and smiled sincerely in spite of myself. "Okay. That wasn't what I meant. See, I meant-"

"It's okay. I get it."

"No, really, see, I was intentionally trying to make a bad joke..."

She waited, a sly grin on her face. "And...?" she gestured.

"Okay. Forget it. Let's just say foot in mouth, and move on?"

She laughed. "Deal, I'll rack." 

She tossed off her leather jacket, and my eyes almost popped out of my sockets.

"There is no way you walk around wearing that all day." I pronounced.

A tight silver tank top and shiny silver shorts matched her silver high-heels. She smiled. 

"Yeah, I just got off from work. Pool relaxes me." She said, shaking her jet-black hair.

"Dancer?" I asked.

"Yeah." She grinned again. "How'd you guess?" She shook her butt at me and we both laughed.

"I don't know if you meet the strict dress-code for this place," I joked dryly. "Technically, your cleavage is popping out too much for that... thing... to be considered a 'shirt'."

She laughed again. "Should I take it off?" She smirked.

"Hmm." I pretended to consider the idea. She hit me in the shoulders.

"Take your shot, you dirty man."

I moved the cue ball around for a moment, watching her out of the corner of my eyes. I refused to let this beautiful, scantily clad distract me. She leaned over, boobs almost popping out.

"Well?" She challenged.

I sneered jokingly. "I will not be baited by you, woman. And I will be victorious!"

Ten minutes later, I watched in disbelief as she sunk the eight ball. 

"Unbelievable," I gasped. "That was just..."

I pointed at her, mockingly. "You tricked me."

She swiped the $20 off the pool table that I had mistakenly thought would be mine. 

"I didn't really trick you." She said, trying not to smile.

I waited, staring at her.

"Okay, maybe a little." She confessed. "Buy you a shot?"

I squinted my eyes.

"Deal." I took the money out of her hand, and walked over to the bar.

"Gimme a couple of shots." I told the bartender. He nodded, and glanced over at the pool table.

"She's a knock-out," he chuckled, pouring some whiskey into two glasses.

I turned around, and saw that she was leaning over the table, still shooting. I noticed that she had managed to clear most of the table with only a few shots. "Not really good, my ass," I muttered. I noticed that her tank top was completely backless, a thought that was accompanied by several very inappropriate thoughts.

"She comes in here once or twice a week." He continued, sliding the shots my way. 

"Her has a name, you know." A voice whispered into my ear. A smell wafted under my nose, which twitched accordingly. 

Jasmine.

I turned and stared; Her dark eyes bore into mine.

"Oh. Shots? Good, I'm thirsty." She pushed my legs open, and slide in-between them, while I sat on the stool in shock. Her body was perpendicular to mine, enabling me to stare at her lithe body without feeling too conscious.

She grabbed both shots, opened her mouth, and poured them down, one right after the other. Her lips were... inviting, to say the least.

"You really shouldn't be...um..." I gestured at her body, pressed against my thigh.

She turned her head, one eye peering at me through her hair. "Problem?" She queried, challenging me...

In an instant, I was flooded with emotions. It had been over a month since I had been with anyone. I flinched, as memories overtook me, my body was pumped by adrenaline. I could feel my blood rising.

Okay, Two can play this game.

I inhaled and exhaled through my nose, meeting her gaze easily.

"No problem at all," I smirked, my hand trailing down her lower back.

"Mm." She purred. "Nice hands. You don't have to stop."

I turned her around, so that her back faced me, as I pressed my fingers into her shoulders.

"Oh!" she exclaimed quietly. "That feels... umm... ohm." She moaned.

I was trying very hard not to get aroused, but I was incredibly conscious of both her perfume and her body. The fact that she was rubbing slowly against my body wasn't helping much.

I released her neck and back, as she shifted and stretched her shoulders.

"That was fantastic." She cooed. "So, another game?" She turned to walk away, but something in me switched; my hand shot out and caught her elbow.

She jerked back, and opened her mouth to argue, but my thumb reached up to trace her lips. In my head, I heard a voice saying, just take her. You know she wants it.

Yeah, I know which head that thought was coming from.

She gazed up at me, her eyes full of lust. Her tongue snaked out, and licked my thumb.

"So." I said quietly, my voice quavering slightly.

"Yeah." She whispered.

"You, um...", my head gestured to the door.

She paused for a moment, and bit her lip. "I don't normally do this." She pondered for a moment, then took my hand, and headed for the door.

We walked outside, hands still clenched, as the snow continued to fall on our heads. We reached my truck, and I pushed her against the door, wrapped my arms around her, and pressed my lips to her mouth. I could feel her arms slide around the back of my neck, pulling me into her. I pressed her body against the vehicle, as our hips starting grinding.

Her mouth, like her skin, was soft. And the exotic smell wafting off her was turning me on even more.

We broke away from the kiss, and I turned her around, pushing her against the truck.

"What are y-" She started to ask.

"Shhh." I said calmly, blood pounding.

"See," I said "It's been a couple weeks for me." My hands trailed alongside her cheek. "And I've had a very bad day. So, I think I'm in a mood."

My hands reached under her jacket, found her ass and squeezed. I pressed my nails into her cheeks, as she gasped in surprise. My right hand slid lower, and pressed in-between her legs. My fingers easily traced the outline of her lips through the tight shorts.

Her head dropped and a small moan escaping her lips, as my fingers began stroking her. I pressed my mouth to her ear.

"So, I should give you a choice, because I'm probably going to ravage you tonight." My fingers pushed upwards, accenting my words. "However, I just don't feel like giving you a choice." I slid my hand out, opened he car door, and waited.

She turned around and stared at me, then smiled slightly.

She slid inside, grabbed the door, and closed it.

"Good girl," I muttered to myself.

I walked over to the driver's side, keyed the door, and slid in.

I looked over at her, a confused look in her eyes. I started the truck, reached over and grabbed her hand, and put it in my lap.

"You know what to do," I commanded.

She stared at me for a second, her tongue uneasily licking her lips. As I put the truck in reverse, and began to pull out, I felt the zipper of my pants go down, her fingers tenderly sliding into my pants.

I smirked.

I threw the truck into drive, and pulled forward, orange lights mixing with the falling snow. Jesus, would it ever stop snowing? Her hand didn't have a hard time finding me in my pants, but she decided to unbuckle my belt anyways, popping open the button on my pants.

I leaned back slightly, keeping my arms relaxed, as her fingers slid up and down my shaft. My eyes half-closed when she teased the tip, fingering the hole slowly. 

"Damn," I whispered, my head leaning back against the headrest. Her fingers gently curled around me, and slid up and down, pausing again to tease the tip.

I gripped the steering wheel tight, praying that the light turns green soon. I needed to get this girl back to my place. I looked over to my right and saw her face, half-covered in shadows and dark hair.

Her eyes were wide, tongue licking her lips, as her hand starting moving up and down faster. She used some of my pre-cum to lube her palm, making it easier to jerk me off. 

She pulled her hand off suddenly, as I flew down the highway, minutes away from my apartment, and reached behind her head, tying her hair back. As I watched she undid both our seatbelts, scooted closer to me, leaned into my lap, pushed me back, and put her mouth on my cock.

"Ohhhh." I moaned loudly, my foot releasing the gas. In that moment, all I felt was wet lips sucking my dick, and it was fantastic. One hand slid down from the steering wheel, as I ran my fingers over her head.

I inhaled sharply, as I felt her mouth tighten, sucking slowly, as her lips moved upwards to the tip. Her tongue swirled under, then over the tip, flicking the eye.

I hit the turn signal, and carefully pulled into my apartment complex. Her head began moving up and down, cheeks tight as she sucked me off. I was breathing hard as I found a parking place, and turned the truck off. Her head was bobbing up and down, tongue running all over my shaft as her hands began playing with my balls.

I groaned louder, as the snow continued to pile down on the windshield. The wind blew against the truck as she tightened her mouth, and sucked my dick so hard I thought I was going to explode.

I yanked her head off my cock, reached down and zipped myself up.

"We're going inside," I rushed. "Now."

"Please," She begged. "I really want..."

For a moment, I almost gave in. The look in her eyes was almost too much, but I strengthened my resolve.

"No." I said.

I popped open the door, buckling my belt hastily. She opened hers, and joined me, as I grabbed her hand, half-walking, half-running. As we reached my door, I fumbled with my keys, as she licked my ear.

I growled, as her hand slid down my chest, rubbing my cock through my pants.

I found the right key, and slid it in, turning the lock and, thank God, opening my fucking door.

Pulling her inside, I helped her out of her leather jacket. Actually, I think I tore it off her, but I wasn't paying attention to anything except the rising lust running through my veins.

I pushed her onto the couch, as she undid my pants again. I reached in-between her legs, and rubbed hard. Slowly, my finger pulled and pushed against her pussy. Her body tensed, and then relaxed, fingers slowly playing with my cock.

I reached up to her waist, and peeled off the shorts, her hips holding still as I practically ripped them off her. My fingers quickly found her lips, and stroked them while her hands grabbed my arms tight.

I moved my body down off the sofa, and yanked her legs apart. I kissed the inside of her thigh, while one finger continued teasing her lips. My mouth by her pussy, as one hand began rubbing her thigh.

I licked my finger, and pushed it inside her pussy. She moaned as I pulled out, licked it again, and pushed it in harder. I twisted my finger, pulled it out then thrust it back in. 

"Don't need to lick my finger anymore, do I?" I growled. She shook her head, realizing she was soaked. My finger began thrusting in and out, each time delving deeper inside her. It only took a few minutes for my long digit to slide all the way in.

At which point, I added a second finger. Her body twisted sharply, as I slowly, but hungrily, probed her pussy with two fingers. My fingers were wet and sticky as I forced them inside her tight pussy. I could feel the inside of her pussy grinding against my hand.

I looked up and ordered her to take of her top. She grabbed her top and whipped it over her head. Her magnificent tanned breasts stood up, nipples hard.

I was going to have to fuck those tits later.

I continued probing her pussy with my hand. My arm began moving faster, pumping harder with each thrust. Her hand s returned to my arms, nails digging in, as her hips began thrusting against me.




Let it Snow Ch. 02



I pulled my head back, and concentrated on finger-fucking her faster. And faster. Her hips began bucking and twisting, pushing at my hands as I continued pounding away.

She released my arms, where I knew I'd have bruises tomorrow, grabbed her nipples, twisted and opened her mouth, as her body wrenched to the side. Her legs clamped down on my arm as she began cumming. I kept my hand pounding into her, as she twisted back and forth, her hands mauling her breasts.

I pulled my fingers out, and licked them hungrily. She lay there for a minute, panting hard. I rubbed my cock slowly, watching her naked body come down. She turned on her side, and looked at me.

She licked her lips, and looked at my dick.

I chuckled. "Sorry, not yet." 

She reached over, and grabbed my dick.

"I think I can change your mind." She grinned.

I smiled back, reached over to her hips, and turned her body so that the top half of her chest was lying on the sofa, and her knees were touching the ground. I removed her hand from my cock, and moved behind her.

I grabbed her hips with one hand, and guided my cock in-between her legs. 

"Mmm." She purred, as I found her hole and started sliding in. She gasped slightly, her pussy still a little sore from the finger-fucking I had just given her. Yes, well, she'd get over it.

I took a deep breath, remembered she was drenched, and rammed my cock in her. Her head shot straight up, and her pussy clenched down on my shaft at this intrusion.

I reached under her chest, and grabbed one breast, my nails digging in. My hips began pushing forward and back, driving my dick inside her. After a few strokes, her pussy began to relent, loosening up slightly. My cock arched inside her, rubbing against her flesh. 

She responded by pushing back against me, her chest pressed against me. My hand, a mind of it's own, lashed out at her cheeks several times, spanking her hard. She grunted with each smack, and pushed back against me harder.

She wanted more. Splendid.

I twisted her tit in my hand, and smacked her ass hard, as my cock began plunging inside her at a faster tempo. Her body began writhing again. I switched my hands, torturing one breast, and smacking her ass repeatedly.

Her ass began turning red under my not-so-gentle ministrations; it made me screw her harder. She loved it, the little stripper whore. I pulled my dick back, and slammed it in hard. I released her ravaged breasts, grabbed her hair, and began driving my hips harder into her pussy.

I leaned forward, slid one finger down between her cheeks, and began pressing against her other hole. She cursed out loud, as my finger tip forced it's way inside her. She began cursing repeatedly as her entire body lurched back against me. 

I pressed my cock inside her, and grabbed her hips with one hand. Holding it inside her, I began swiveling my hips, grinding my crotch into her. Leaning my chest back, my finger began thrusting in and out of her other hole. 

I could feel her body trying to fight me, desperately wanting to get fucked by my cock, but I didn't care. She was going to get screwed, but it would be my way. Nothing more.

I pulled my cock out of her, and began fucking her as fast as I could. She responded eagerly, spreading her legs, as I pounded away at her raw pussy. My hips rammed in quick and hard, and I could see her body spiraling upwards again.

I smacked her ass, and grabbed her hair, yanking her head backwards. 

"Cum, you fucking whore." I cursed at her.

"Cum. Now."

Her jaw dropped, her head pulled forward slightly, and I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my cock. I pushed inside her, and left my rigid cock entrenched between her lips. Her body convulsed once, then again, as her orgasm wracked her naked, lust-filled body.

I released her hair, and rubbed her back soothingly, as her breathing slowly came back down to almost normal. I lifted her onto the couch, and sat next to her, massaging her flesh.

"Jesus..." She whispered hoarsely. "I feel drained."

"Not me, " I remarked pointedly.

She turned her head and flashed a big smile. I leaned back, and her lips parted; her mouth voraciously sunk down on my cock, head thrusting up and down. I could hear her breathing thought her nose tiredly. Those orgasms had taken a bit out of her.

I didn't care.

"Hmm." I moaned, as her wet mouth sucked and licked and teased my shaft. Her head started bouncing up and down, face-fucking my cock. I groaned again, louder, which just seemed to spur her on.

Her lips tightened around my sensitive tip, which made my body arch. Her mouth sucked harder, one hand barely wrapped around the shaft, pumping hard. My head tossed backwards.

"Christ, you're good," I panted. I saw that she had put one hand between her legs, and started rubbing herself. She was masturbating her clit, while she sucked me off. 

She moaned into my cock, turning herself on, while she blew me. Her neck constricted as she used her mouth like vise, fucking and sucking on my cock like there was no tomorrow.

I felt my balls tighten as she continued her face-fuck.

"Fuck," I cursed. Her body tensed, as my cock exploded into her mouth. I felt her moan loudly as she sucked and swallowed every drip pouring out of my dick. Her continued bouncing, fingers stroking my shaft, as her body shuddered again. Her hips squeezed down around her hand as she came once more.

Her mouth tightened, cum still blowing upwards. Her body gyrated against me, as the waves crashed over her. She gulped once, then again, letting the orgasm run through her body, as she scrambled to suck all my cum down.

I collapsed backwards, her mouth still attached to my cock. Her moans were stimulating my shaft, which began tapering off, thankfully.

Now, I was drained.

I rested my head against the sofa, and grabbed the throw-blanket. I pulled her head up, and kissed her forehead.

"Hmm." She purred tiredly. She rested her against my chest. I pulled the blanket over both of us.

Seconds later, we both passed out.

--

I woke up abruptly, the alarm on my cell phone going off. Didn't I just fall asleep? Damn.

I saw a piece of paper sitting on the end table. I grabbed it, wiped my sleepy eyes, and read it.

"Had a great time. Call me later? –Adrienne."

Her number was scrawled on the bottom of the paper. Well, I think I'd be calling her later. What I'd say... well, I had all day to figure that out. I collapsed back into the sofa

I looked at my clock, and debated whether or not to call in. Or, I could show up early and confuse the hell out of everyone.

I really wanted to sleep, but I didn't think it would hurt to show up on time, for once. I walked towards the shower, tossing the blanket onto the floor.

--

Exhausted, but relaxed, I pulled into the school parking lot minutes later. I walked through the doors, and walked into the office, nodding at the secretary.

"Nice of you to ge-" She started.

"Shove it," I snapped. I grabbed my mail, and walked out of the office. Her jaw was open in shock, but I didn't care. I was early, and had work to do. 

I read through the daily memos and mindlessly walked to my classroom. As I turned the corner to my room, I saw a figure standing by the door. I looked up, and my heart stopped.

Her.

Dressed in a semi-professional suit, blonde hair pulled back, was my ex-girlfriend, Liza. 

I took a deep breath, and looked down.

"Hi." I said calmly, heart pounding.

"Hey," She said softly. "I looked for you yesterday at the faculty meeting, but you weren't there."

"Yeah, I didn't feel like going." I walked around her, and keyed open my door.

She followed me inside, as I dropped my briefcase on my desk. She was quiet for a moment.

"You really should've gone, there was a lot of information that's imp-"

I broke in.

"You mean, I should've gone because you wanted to talk to me, and because the other teachers aren't very happy with me?" I asked, blood starting to rise.

"Yes. No. I mean..."

"Is there something you want?" I snapped. "I mean, why are you here?"

Her head bowed.

"I just... hoped we could talk."

My eyebrows shot up, and the floodgates opened.

"Okay. Let's talk. The other teachers aren't exactly my fans right now, are they? And why is that, Elizabeth?" I asked angrily.

She stood there silently.

"That is because they think I'm the reason we broke up. Some of these teachers have known you since you were a little girl, so when they hear that I cheated on you, they automatically hate me."

I walked up to her.

"But we both know that's not the truth, though, right? Somehow, they haven't found out the truth. The truth being that you cheated on me. That you hooked up with those two guys. That you went on that trip, the trip I asked you not to go on, and you did the one thing... the one thing," my voice started to rise, "that I always told you not to do."

"You betrayed my trust," I yelled. "You cheated on me. And now... you want to talk?"

I stared at her, tears pouring down her cheek.

"Fuck off." I snarled. I opened the classroom door, and waited. Sobbing, she turned around and walked out. I slammed the door shut, my body on edge. I sat in the chair, rigid and pissed off.

I looked out the window, and cursed. The buses were here. I closed my eyes, and forced my mind and body to relax.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. Inside was a crumpled piece of paper that I had dredged out of the garbage yesterday. The "reminder note" that I had said until December 13th. Looking at the calendar, I realized I had around 4 weeks to decide. 

Why, wait? I swiveled over to the computer, and quickly wrote a short, polite letter, letting my supervisor know that I would teach up until X-mas. I didn't feel like sticking it out here until the end of the school year. Enough was enough.

As the students piled in for homeroom, my shoulders felt lighter; that "mythical" weight did exist, I mused.

-- 

3 hours later, and I was in a decent mood. I had dropped the letter off in the department head's mailbox, and classes had gone well. The students were a bit jumpy, it being Friday and all, but I felt more relaxed and happy than I had in weeks.

I liked teaching. I just didn't like teaching there. Part of it was because of her, and part was because the faculty had snubbed me for so long. I was fairly certain, even without an education degree, that I could get another part-time job teaching somewhere else.

Preferably, far away from here.

And that suited me just fine. I was distracted from my musings by the sound of my cell phone vibrating. I grabbed it out of my jacket, fortunate that it hadn't gone off during a prep period, and not an actual class. Considering how many times I've yelled at students about their phones going off, the hypocrisy would've done me in. 

"Hello?" I asked, not recognizing the number.

"Um, hey. It's me." A female voice said.

"Uhhh..." I said, jokingly.

"It's Adrienne."

"Oh, hey." I leaned forward. "You left without saying goodbye this morning." I said, half-joking, half-accusatory.

"I didn't want to wake you, plus..." her voice trailed off.

"Plus...?" I probed.

"There were pictures of you and some blonde all over the place." She said flatly.

"Ah." I said, my face turning red. "Sorry about that. She's my ex, it just happened recently."

"Oh, okay." She sounded relieved. "Well, I was calling to see what you were doing tonight."

"Nothing so far." I said, thinking.

"I'm working tonight at the club, you should come down, and buy me a lap dance."

I looked out the window, watching the freezing rain come down. This probably wasn't the best time to get involved with anyone, but...

"Yeah," I grinned. "Sounds like a good idea. What time do you start dancing?"

"Really? Great!" She exclaimed enthusiastically. "My shift ends around 9 or 10. Stop by any time after that."

"Got it. Catch you then."

"See you later," She said softly, and then hung up.

I kept looking out the window at the dreary sky. The timing was bad, but last night had been hot. 

I wanted more.

--

I went home and passed out for a couple hours. Due to last night's activities, and the lack of sleep, I was exhausted. I slept well, which was a plus. I rolled out of bed around 7:30pm, showered and made some dinner.

I popped into my truck and headed over to the strip joint. I had been to a few, but they had all been little bars, with not much more than a pole and a couple half-skanks dressed in slutty outfits.

This place, though, had plush carpets, nice table, and women walking around in some expensive lingerie. I was impressed, more so by the huge bodyguards standing in one corner, presumably where there were VIP rooms.

All in all, the club was upscale, and had a nice selection of scotch, to boot. I managed to get a glass from a waitress, without paying $30 for a lap dance, which was tricky, as she sat down in my lap and wiggled her ass when she dropped off my drink. Sneaky, but I wasn't ready for that kind of fun yet.

A minute later, the music started up again. I had apparently come in during a break, which made no sense at all, but it wasn't my business. My jaw dropped when a busty, curvy redhead walked out in a small lace robe, high heels and several undergarments.

I leaned forward. Well, now they had my attention. As she danced, clothes were discarded (peeled off, really), until she was down to nothing but her panties. She jumped up onto the pole, her legs and thighs twisted around, and slid down to the floor, upside down.

Um, Yummy. I walked up to the stage, sat down, pulled out some cash, and waited. As she made her way to several of the men – and one woman... Go feministizas! – She pulled singles out of their hands, and did a little jiggle, a quick dance.

I may be a teacher, but I'm not cheap. As she approached me, I held out two fives in front of my face. She got in front of me and reached down for the money. Keeping it just out of her reach, I managed to get close enough where I could speak without shouting over the music.

"They gave you singles, here's two fives. Earn your money, and you've got an easy lap dance after you're done here." I said.

Her eyes brightened as she reached down in-between my knees, and ran her hand up my thigh. I expected her not to go near the crotch, but her hands settled on it, and squeezed several times, while she leaned over, and pressed her head down towards my waist. 

She unbuttoned my shirt, and ran two nails up my chest, as her tongue slid up my neck, then licked my ear. One hand snaked around my neck, grabbing the money, while the other tugged provocatively on my zipper.

Then she kissed me on the cheek, and moved on.

Heh. Tease. I was impressed.

I went back to the table, thankful that I had worn black pants. Yeah, I was in a strip club, but I did still appreciate certain modesties. 

I waited for her to get off stage, and decided I was going to need a lap dance. As she disappeared off-stage, presumably to change, I wondered when Adrienne would make an appearance. 

Like a light turning on, I had an idea. It was a very devilish idea, as a matter of fact.

The redhead came out, and worked the tables. Yeah, she was a pro. She came over to my seat, and promptly sat down on my lap, wiggling her ass. They must teach that to everyone here, I thought.

"So," She purred. "You were saying?"

"Actually, I have a better idea than buying a lap dance for me." I grinned.

She looked disappointed. "Oh, really?" She said, not interested. 

"Yeah," I whispered in her ear for a couple seconds, as her face brightened quickly.

"Yeah, I think that can work..." she thought for a second. "You're dirty." She said with a laugh. "I like it. It'll be about 10 or 20 minutes, okay?"

"You got it." I said, sitting back, as she went to a couple other tables, attempting to peddle her...um..."wares".

And so I waited.

--

I nursed my drink through 4 more girls, none of whom appealed to me in the slightest. Starting off with a hot girl, and going through several decent-but-nothing-special girls was not a good way to keep my attention. 

The lights changed, as Nine Inch Nails started pumping through the speakers. I leaned forward, much more interested now that real music was being used.

And there she was. Adrienne sauntered out on stage, wearing a black tank top, and little lace shorts. The look was different, but when she started twisting around the pole, pumping her hips to the music, I paid little mind.

She turned her back to the audience, and bent away from us, her ass wiggling as she leaned forward. She looked out at me from between her legs, and winked.

I had a nice moment of ego, as I realized the stage was getting crowded with horny guys; I leaned back, secure in the knowledge that I had screwed the hell out of her last night, and that I was probably going to see more of her tonight, for free.

Let them have their lap dances.

I looked around for the redhead. She was currently straddling some guy in a uniform. While dry-humping the hell out of him, I caught her eye, and gestured towards the stage. The look on her face told me that she was thoroughly enjoying the gentleman, especially when I caught her hand move between her legs, rubbing slowly. She nodded her head at me, and continued her dance.

I turned back to the stage, and watched the now-topless Adrienne press her boobs in some guy's face. I looked around, gestured to a slim brunette for another drink. She returned several minutes later, as Adrienne finished her set, and grabbed her clothes, and walked off-stage.

I took a sip of the scotch, and grinned. My head was starting to swim a little, which was good. A nice buzz was going to make this a lot more fun.

Several minutes later, Adrienne showed up, wearing a black bra, panties, and heels. The panties weren't really more than a piece of string and a bow on one side; the bra barely covered her nipples. 

She promptly straddled my lap, and leaned into my ear.

"Hey, stranger." She grinned.

"Hey, babe." I smiled back, inhaling deeply. There was that scent of Jasmine again. "Nice show."

"Oh, you liked?" She asked, reaching behind her neck, and untying her bra. Her hips shifted, moving closer to my crotch.

"Um, yeah." I replied, eagerly watching the bra fall off, freeing her scrumptious breasts.

"Mmm.... good." She purred, leaning back in, tits pressed against me.

"Wait." I said suddenly, regaining my self-control. I grabbed my wallet, and pulled out some money. I held it up to her.

"I want a lap dance." I smirked. She raised an eyebrow.

"Back there." I pointed, back to the VIP rooms. Her lips curled in a mischievous smile.

"It costs extra for those," She said, standing up.

"Not a problem." I said, hiding a smile. She grabbed my hand, and walked me back towards the private entrance. She walked up to one of the security guys, and talked to him for a second, gesturing at me. He looked me over once, said something to her, she nodded and grabbed my hand again.

"We're in room 2, let's go," She said eagerly.

We walked down past a couple rooms, until we came to one that had a bronze '2' on it. She opened it, and walked in.

In the room was a circular couch, colored purple. Thick black carpet, and dark walls gave the room a very gothic feel, but we were not the only ones there. 

Sitting on the couch, legs spread, was the redhead from earlier.

"Jennie?" Adrienne asked in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

The redhead, whose name I hadn't known, stood up and laughed.

"Your boy here bought you a lap dance, and I'm the one giving it to you." Jennie grabbed Adrienne by her shoulders, and pushed her down on the couch.

The little sex kitten was surprised, and tried to argue, but I sat down in a chair off to the side, and crossed my legs.




Let it Snow Ch. 02



The busty red-haired stripper reached down and began caressing Adrienne's breasts, to my immense satisfaction. Her hands rubbed and squeezed her tits, eliciting a moan from Adrienne.

Jennie leaned down and began sucking on her breasts, while her hands moved in-between Adrienne's legs, and started rubbing against that thong. Her hips lifted upwards as Jennie's fingers slid under the small triangle of lace, and rubbed her pussy.

It occurred to me that I was definitely getting more than my money's worth for this lap dance, but that thought vanished when Jennie's mouth slid up to Adrienne's, and they started kissing heavily. I could see their tongues entwined, as my hand reached in-between my legs, stroking myself.

The redhead's hands returned to Adrienne's breasts, but Adrienne had other things in mind. She grabbed Jennie's hand, and pressed it against her pussy, pushing one finger inside. Jennie's hand began playing and teasing Adrienne's lips as they continued making out. Adrienne growled audibly, pressing her legs together.

Jennie responded by pushing several fingers inside Adrienne at once. They broke away from their kiss, as Adrienne's head leaned back against the couch, breathing heavily. The redhead placed one knee on the couch, balancing herself, while her fingers slid in and out of Adrienne's twat with ease. Adrienne's hips began pumping back and forth, her body twisting on the couch.

She grabbed Jennie's other hand, and began sucking on them, while her own fingers reached down, slowly rubbing her clit. The entire scene was enough for me to unzip my pants and flagrantly stroke my own dick.

Adrienne started moaning, the fingers in her pussy, and clitoral masturbation sending her body into overdrive. Her moans got louder, until her hips lifted straight off the couch, Jennie's fingers pounding inside her. I watched, my hand moving up and down, while Adrienne came all over Jennie's hand. Jennie leaned down and kissed Adrienne again, fingers moving through each other's hair. 

Adrienne say there, her naked body covered in sweat, as Jennie sat next to her, face flushed. She whispered something to Adrienne, and they both laughed. Jennie stood up, stretched, and looked ready to go.

"Wait," I said, standing, my cock sticking out of my pants. Adrienne looked down at me, with a smirk on her face.

I pulled my wallet out again, and grabbed a handful of cash.

I smirked.

"Make her eat you out." I said quietly. Adrienne's eyes shot open, as a sinister smile crept onto her face.

"You are dirty," She pronounced. "I like it." She smiled.

She turned around, and slid out of her panties. She sat next to Adrienne, who was still breathing hard.

She ran her fingers over Adrienne's breasts, and then over her pussy. Adrienne groaned in response.

"Honey," the redhead cooed, "Time to return the favor."

"On your knees." She commanded.

Adrienne looked over at me, lust in her eyes, nodded her head, and sunk to the ground. Her ass was facing my direction, which gave my wrist something else to move up and down about.

I watched as Jennie leaned back, one hand guiding Adrienne's face in-between her legs, the other sliding under her bra, squeezing her breasts. I watched Jennie's hand practically maul her own tit, twisting and scratching it harshly. Jesus, the girl liked it rough. And boy, did that thought turn me on.

From my angle, I could see Adrienne's tongue licking Jennie's pussy, much to Jennie's delight. She leaned her head back, fingers running through Adrienne's hair. I watch her bra come off, tits and nipples pinched and squeezed.

I got up, and moved closer, standing off to the side, watching as Adrienne's tongue lashed out at Jennie's clit. The redhead squealed, as Adrienne's lips began sucking and playing with her pussy. 

Adrienne raised her head, and looked over at me, her face shiny with sweat and sex. She waved her ass at me, pleadingly.

I walked quickly behind her, and shed my pants to the floor.

I got on my knees, and slid my cock in-between her legs. I heard her moan into Jennie, as I slowly pumped in and out of her several times, pushing in deeper with each thrust.

Jennie's hands grabbed Adrienne's hips as she pressed her face into Adrienne's pussy. I saw her tongue licking up and down furiously, as Adrienne looked down in complete and utter lust. My cock pistoned in and out of Jennie, her tongue inside Adrienne's pussy.

The redhead's hands grabbed her nipples and twisted them quickly, as her pussy was invaded by Adrienne's tongue. I leaned over, and slid my hand in-between Adrienne's legs, and started rubbing her clit, while I fucked her.

She groaned louder, as I picked up the tempo, my cock driving deep inside her. I could see that Jennie was getting closer to an orgasm, so I grabbed Adrienne's head, and pressed it against Adrienne's pussy.

"Make her cum." I snapped. "Lick that pussy, whore."

They both moaned loudly, Adrienne again when I smacked her ass a couple times. The room echoed with sounds of my cock slamming inside her tight hole, as I felt her pussy clamp down. My finger, pressed against her clit, began pushing it into her hips.

Her body went still, and then exploded over both Jennie and me. I saw for the first time, two fingers inside Jennie's twat, as Adrienne licked her clit. As Adrienne came hard, Jennie's body lurched several times, and a small scream erupted from her, as her legs swung up around Adrienne's head, squeezing tight.

The two of them, locked in orgasm, was too much. I slammed my cock forward, and exploded inside Adrienne, cum blowing inside her hole. I kneeled there, my body being hit by waves, as all three of us came crashing down.

I pulled out, panting, and fell back on the floor. Adrienne sat back, and fell into my lap, while Jennie panted and pawed at herself.

"That," she said, breathing hard, "...was hot."

I nodded my head in agreement, cock aching. Jennie wearily grabbed her clothes, and started changing.

I looked at Adrienne. "You want to come back to my place?"

She nodded her head.

"What about you, red?" I called out.

Jennie laughed. "No, my shift has a couple hours to go. After that, I'm going home and jumping my boyfriend's bones. You two go play." She chuckled, discreetly picking up the money, and sauntered out.

"Meet me out by my truck in a couple minutes." I told her. She nodded and kissed me quickly, grabbed her clothes and walked out the door. I followed a minute or two later, buckling up.

I looked at the security guard as I walked past. He smirked at me, and nodded his head.

Damn, right.

--

The drive home was fast and furious. It was difficult to see, as she straddled my lap, grinding her hips into me. That was only a preview, because when we walked/groped our way into my apartment, she pushed me onto my bed, tore off her clothes, and unzipped my pants.

Seconds later, she was riding me. Her warm pussy slid up and down my shaft, as my hand reached around and grabbed her ass. She moaned, face flushed, as she sank down on my cock, hips squeezing and releasing.

She started gyrating her body, rocking her torso in circle. Her pussy sucked and released my shaft like a clamp. It was all I could do, not to push her off, slide behind her, and fuck her until she screamed.

She lifted her body off me, leaned back, hands on the other side of my legs and fucked me. She slammed up and down on my cock relentlessly, pursuing an orgasm for both of us.

She flipped forward over my chest, her ass and hips pounding downwards. As she bit my ear, my adrenaline rocketed, and I began raising my hips as she pushed down on me. In a matter of seconds, we were pounding into each other.

And a moment after that, we both convulsed loudly, explosions ravaging our bodies. Arms and fingers grabbed and twisted as we both wrenched our way though another orgasm.

My cock, stayed entrenched as we both passed out from exhaustion, moments later.

--

I opened my eyes, and rolled over to look at the clock. It was 10:30am. This time, Adrienne hadn't snuck out early. She had gotten up in the night, and thrown on one of my shirts. I had an odd sense of déjà vu, but worked through it.

I kissed her shoulder, gently rousing her from sleep.

"Hey," I murmured.

She groaned.

"Go' way." She grumbled.

I laughed.

"Nice try, this is my apartment." I said. "Now... get up!" I grabbed the blanket, and yanked it off her. I tossed the blanket onto the floor, laughing at her discomfort.

"You want breakfast?" I asked, throwing on some pants.

"Sure." She yawned.

Half an hour later, we were sitting in my kitchen, laughing and eating cereal. It was an odd feeling, having a normal conversation with a pretty girl. It didn't hurt that we had fucked each other's brains out last night, either.

I looked at the clock. "I need to get going, I've got this thing at the mall."

"The mall?"

"Yeah, I'm Santa Claus, if you'll believe."

"You're Santa? Awww..."

"Don't start."

"But that's so sweet." She started gushing.

She jumped on my lap.

"Really," she purred. "It's kinda hot too. Can I be your naughty elf?"

"Woman!" I cried out. "I need to go shower, and be there by 12."

She pouted for a moment.

"We should get together some time." She said hesitantly.

"Okay." I said.

"No, I mean... a date."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I don't normally... Even thought I work at the club, and things get crazy, I still try to have a normal life. I love working there, but I like to actually meet people, not have sex with them. This is different for me." She pushed her hair back, staring at me.

"Well, I just got out of this relationship, so..." I paused.

"Look," I said. "We take it slow, and see what happens. Deal?"

Her smile went from ear-to-ear. "Perfect." She leaned into my ear and whispered. "I like you."

I surprised myself by saying, "I like you, too."

A few minutes of heavy tongue action later, she went looking for her clothes and jacket. She had left her jacket at work, and wanted to borrow my leather jacket.

"Um, no." I said sternly.

She stood there, wearing it, half-naked underneath. I'm 6'4, and she's a foot shorter than me. She looked ridiculous.

"Please?" She laughed.

"No."

"I promise to-"

"No. Take it off. Now." I said.

Her eyes lit up. "I like that whole take-charge thing. It's hot."

"I've heard it before." I grinned.

I walked up to her, helping out of my jacket, leaned down and kissed her.

"Now go, or Santa's going to be very naughty, and no-show all the little bastards." I whispered.

"Bye, " she winked, walking out the door.

--

Ten minutes after she left, my cell phone rang again. I sighed, knowing I was going to be late. I looked at the name on almost didn't answer it.

I changed my mind.

"Hello, Liza." I said calmly.

"I'm sorry." She rushed out. 

I blinked in surprise.

"I should've said that to you last month. And I didn't. And I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. You were right, trusting people has always been hard for you, and I let you down."

I sat there, overwhelmed.

"Thank you," I said quietly. "That's appreciated, but it doesn't really chan-"

"I want to try again." She said pleadingly.

"I'm sorry?" I almost laughed.

"Look, I screwed up, and I know I can't fix things, but I want to start over. We don't have to go back to living together, we can just go out on a date. You make me laugh, and I make you smile."

"Please." She whispered. "Just one date. If you still hate me, I'll leave you alone, I promise. Just give me one more day. I can't... I've been so miserable without you lately. I just want another chance."

I sat there, pride conflicting with emotion.

"I'll call you later and let you know," I said numbly.

"Okay. I miss you." She whispered daringly.

I was quiet for a moment.

"I miss you, too." And then I hung up.

-- My mind was a whirlwind, as the kids came up and sat on my lap. Doing the "ho, ho, ho" thing was a little tricky today, considering everything going on.

They say there's a thin line between love and hate. As I sat there, trying to work through everything, I realized that as pissed off I had been, I still did care about her.

There was a part of me that didn't want to care. A part that wanted to let her go. But the last two years had been good. We had enjoyed each other, watched movies together, had great sex... done all the things that "happy couples" do.

I was tired of being angry, but that's because I had been happy. And switching back to bitter and miserable was such a strain. 

I would just have to swallow my pride.

And then there was Adrienne to worry about. Okay, one thing at a time.

-- Several hours later, I picked up the phone and called Liza.

"Tomorrow night, meet me at my place," I said quietly.

"Oh, thank you. " She sounded relieved. "I promise I won't bug you about school, or anything, it'll just be two of us, okay?"

"Yeah." I said sadly. "I'll see you around 7."

We said our goodbyes and hung up.

--

Now I had to deal with Adrienne. I couldn't lie to her, especially after she confessed she liked me. But she needed to know.

I called her and explained the situation.

She said nothing.

"So, you're getting back with her, after she cheated on you?" She asked, sounding angry.

"I don't know," I said honestly.

"That doesn't make sense," she said, "do you still care about her?"

I was silent for a moment.

"Yeah, I do. But I care about you, too." I said, meaning it.

"Well, that's just..." She sounded upset. "That's great. Look-"

"Adrienne," I started, but she cut me off.

"Look, call me after your date and let me know what you're going to do. I'm not going to sit around and wait, but you're going to have to make a choice, okay?"

My face turned red. She was right, this wasn't very fair to her.

"Yeah," I said. "I'll call you then."

"Bye," She said, sounding pissed.

"Bye" I said to a dial tone.

Wonderful.

--

The next day seemed to drag. In my head, I contrasted the two girls, trying to choose between the two. They were both beautiful, both great in bed, and both fun to be around. Adrienne was the younger of the two, and it showed. Liza was older and more mature, but less trusting. With Adrienne, I knew where I stood. She liked me, and I trusted her.

Trust with Liza was difficult. I couldn't honestly decide if I could ever trust her again. I could see her making an honest effort, only to have this situation repeat itself a couple years from now.

Adrienne's lifestyle was a little too wild for me. Dating a stripper brought on lots of difficulties. And if I worked days, and she works nights, how would...

The doorbell jarred me out of my inner reflections. I looked around, making sure I hadn't missed anything. She didn't need to learn about Adrienne. Not tonight, at least.

I opened the door, and felt my heart stop. She looked stunning in a low-cut black dress that hid more than it showed, but still fit her curves well. She smiled up at me nervously, and I remembered why I'd fallen in love with her in the first place.

"Can I..." she gestured.

"Yeah," I said. "Come on in."

She looked around in surprise. "You cleaned up?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said, grabbing my leather jacket out of the closet.

"You hate cleaning."

"Yeah, well-" I was cut off as she wrapped her arms around me suddenly.

"Thank you," She whispered. "I promise I won't screw this up again."

She sniffed, her eyes welling up with tears. She took a deep breath.

"I promise, I'm not going to-" She stopped suddenly, her eyes opening wide. She took a step back from me.

I stared at her. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

And then I smelled my jacket.

Jasmine.

In a heartbeat, my head started swimming. Oh no... not like this. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't seem to get the words out.

"That...that's not cologne." She whispered accusingly, eyes bright.

"It's not what you... look, I can..." I stuttered.

"I can smell... her." Liza's voice crackled with heartbreak. "Is this... is this why you brought me here?" She cried. "To make me feel like-"

"No." I said strongly, immediately softening my tone. "No, It's just... I just met her, and things happened, and..."

I stopped.

"Do you like her?" She asked, begging for an answer.

I looked at her, and didn't answer.

She turned away and sobbed.

"Do you want to be with her?" She asked quietly.

"I don't... I haven't made up my mind." I responded.

She walked to the door.

"I won't be..." she said, "I can't..." She turned to me. 

"Make a choice." She said softly, heartbroken. "And if you don't... then I'll just..."

She opened the door and walked out.

I stood there, in shock, blood rushing in my ears. I sat down on the sofa, confused and upset.

--

One hour, and two glasses of scotch later, I was still miserable. I knew I was going to have to make a choice, and make it now. My thumb kept bouncing back between Liza and Adrienne's numbers on my cell phone.

I really hated cell phones.

I took a deep breath, and finished my third glass. Time for some bad news.

Outside, the rain pounded louder. Days of this weather was driving me nuts.

My mind made up, my thumb stopped moving.

I hit "send", and the number started dialing.

--

To be concluded, Winter '05. 



Let It Snow, Let It Snow...



I just have to tell you what happened about two weeks ago. I was out shovelling my driveway after a big snow dump of about 15 cm. This girl came walking up the street; and I knew from the papers she was carrying that she was probably trying to sell something door-to-door. From a distance, she looked like she was around 19 years old.

When she got to my driveway and walked in about 15 steps, she said, 

"Good Morning, Sir. How are you today?" 

Her smile was absolutely captivating, and she was as pretty as any young girl I have met in a long time. Now, she looked about 22-23. I just answered her, 

"Fine thank you. Wow, aren't you just the prettiest girl in the neighborhood." and smiled back at her. 

To my ultimate surprise she stepped forward and gave me a hug. I hugged her back and kissed her on the cheek and she did likewise. Her body against me for this brief time felt good and she obviously had a pretty good rack under her coat.

She began her sales pitch which was selling ski days at a local ski hill. I listened to her intently because I just want to keep her near me. I wasn't interested because I gave up skiing a few years ago and gave all my equipment away. I gave her a few leads on the street and she leaned into me again, gave me another hug and kiss--still surprising me and making me wonder what she was really selling. I told her, 

"A beautiful girl like you should be able to sell the whole ski hill, not just day tickets." 

(Quite a come-on line, huh) Again, she leaned in to give me a kiss, and this time I moved my head so you kissed me on the lips. 

"H-m-m-m, good kisser." she said.

It was in the middle of the day, neighbors were all at work, my wife was away to work, so I felt safe in my next move. 

"Honey, it's really cold. Want to come in and have a coffee or a bad cup of hot chocolate?" I asked her thinking that she would never do it. 

"I'd love to. By the way, my name is Cheryl. And you are. . .?" she replied. I told her I was Bruce and we went inside.

When we got inside, I took off my jacket then said, 

"Let me take your coat." but instead of letting her take it off, I unbuttoned the top button while she took off her hat. I slowly undid the buttons on her coat as if I were giving myself a strip tease. Then, I slipped it off her shoulders and hung it up. When she turned to face me, I got to see how beautiful she really was, and her tits met every bit of my expectations. I put my arms around her to give her a hug again; and when I did, she put her arms around me and gave me a sensual, passionate kiss on the lips. Her tits felt absolutely fantastic pressing against me.

I knew I had something here, but I didn't want to scare her away so I said "Coffee or hot chocolate?" and she chose coffee. 

We walked into the kitchen where I put on a pot of coffee. While I was doing that, she walked over to the patio doors and looked out into our back yard. Since we had no one behind us except a wall of trees, we were very private. At one of our bird feeders was a beautiful red cardinal feeding. 

"Oh come and see this, Bruce." I turned the coffee pot on and walked over to stand behind her. 

I put my arms around her and clasped my hands together to hold her. She said, 

"That feels so good." and with that she took one of my hands and brought it up to her tits. I squeezed her tit gently and kissed the nape of her neck. She moved her ass to put pressure on my cock which already had a hard-on. 

"Fuck, this is so nice." she said. "I haven't felt anything like this for about five months." and she turned around. I slid my hands down and hold on to her ass. Man it was nice! She kissed me again, this time exploring me with her tongue.

We moved away from the window and I gently steered her toward the sofa. 

"Five months?? How come you've waited for five months? Does it take you that long to get horny?" I asked her and we both laughed. 

"No, my husband is with the Canadian Forces in Afghanistan and won't be back for 13 more months, although I might be able to meet up with him in Germany. If I do, you will probably feel the earth shake here."

"Cheryl, I think I have a solution to your problem; and I think you know what it is." I told her. 

She said, "You only have part of a solution. I'm having my period right now and maybe that's why I am so horny, so we can't fuck. Unless you want to ass-fuck me, that is." I told her I wasn't into ass-fucking but we could play otherwise.

Even though I knew I wasn't going to fuck her, I started to unzip her sweater so I could see these pretty tits up close.  She had on a red lace demi-cup bra which looked so good. She swung her body around and sat on my lap facing me. I played with her tits outside her bra and slipped my hand down inside and played with her nipples. I started to reach behind to get rid of the bra, but she made my job easier by reaching behind and unhooking her bra for me. She had the pretttiest puffy nipples I had ever seen. I leaned my head down and began to suck her nipples.

"Oh, Bruce, that is so fucking nice. Bite my nipples and I'll cum for you. They're really sensitive" 

I gently nipped on them, and she started moaning and lap-fucking me. Little did she know that she was going to make me cum first. I told her that we had to stop so I could regain control. She didn't say anything, but got down off my lap and dropped to her knees. Knowing what the answer was probably going to be, she started to unbuckle my pants as she asked me, "Can I suck you? Do you like blow jobs?" 

All I could say was, "Is the Pope Catholic?" and we both laughed. She started sucking me and holding my balls while I reached down and played with her nipples. 

She took her mouth off my cock and said only one word, "Harder." then went back to sucking me. I piched her nipples, scraped my nails across them and squeezed her tits as hard as I could. 

In about ten minutes, I told her I couldn't hold on any longer and that I was going to cum. She stopped sucking long enough to say "Me, too. Keep doing that. Cum in my mouth or on my face." I couldn't wait long enough to make a decision as to which I should do so I just shot my load in her mouth. Her hands went around to my ass and she pulled me as far into her as I could go. While she was sucking, she just kep moaning and moaning.

She had obviously cum because she stopped, leaned back and her eyes were rolled back in her head. "That was so fucking nice. My cunt is dripping wet right now and I don't know what the liquid is." With that, we both laughed and stood up. 

We kissed again and I told her how much I loved her cock-sucking technique. She said "Thanks. I just love sucking dick. It feels so good."

"I just thought of something," she said, "If we ever do this again, I want you to titty-fuck me and cum on my chest. But, here's the kicker: You have to lick the cum off." 

I told her, "No problem. At this point, I could probably be enticed to go down on you and clean your pussy for you right now." 

All she could say was, "Yuck. Now that's gross."

We got dressed and had our coffee on the sofa. As we were just shooting the breeze, she was playing with my cock and got me hard again. 

"I could stay here all afternoon sucking you off, but I have to meet my door-to-door quota--for calls, that is, not blow jobs." 

I walked her to the door and asked her when she was coming back this way. "Probably never because I don't even live in this province. I'm from Quebec and I was just doing this for yesterday and today. You are my absolute best cold call, although you are so fucking hot that I wouldn't call this a cold call."

We kissed each other and she left. All I can say is that I will never shoo a door-to-door caller away again.