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Snow Angel

By: anubiis



Imagine the two of us on a day hike into the winter hills. We pack light and travel fast, confident that our unquenchable energy and thirst for each other will sustain us as we explore the dark and mysterious wood.

We follow a secluded path along a winding and neglected trail. Crunching through the twisted, snow-capped brush, we trudge silently along. 

Energized by the excitement of the unknown, you lead the way, glancing amusedly over your shoulder to check if I am keeping pace. I use your beautifully curved hips, perfectly molded to your one-piece ski suit, as a guide as you disappear into the thicket.

I loose sight of you for anxious moments at a time. Blinded by the snow shaken from the branches of overhead trees, I grope my way along until I break upon a unexpected clearing in the wilderness; a hidden glen of in the middle of the forest covered in an undisturbed blanket of freshly fallen snow.

I find you standing silently alone in the middle of this patch of glistening earth. You are the vision of an angel in a billowy frozen cloud of white. This secluded place, in seems, was magically created for us and, without a word spoken, we know that it is here that we shall pay homage to nature and our natural desires. We drop our packs and run toward each other, our steps mired by the snow’s depth. After what seems angonizing hours to travel so short a distance, we crash together in a long and loving embrace, passionately grinding our pelvises together.

With thickly gloved hands I awkwardly paw at your puffy protective clothing. As if peeling you like a piece of fresh fruit, I salivate in the anticipation of feasting on the juicy sweetness within. Roughly unclasping the top half of your suit, I manage to wrestle the down-filled sleeves off your supple shoulders leaving only a wool sweater between you and the elements. I press my body close to you to share my body heat as well as the growing swell of flesh from within the crotch of my ski pants. For a luxurious moment, you are completely helpless and at the same time dependent as you struggle to remove your ski gloves. With one last yank, they fall noiselessly to the forest floor. 

Your raise your freed arms in mock submission. With one motion, I rip your sweater over your head. Your ski cap pops off and with it your silken hair shakes loose and then falls gently back about your cherubic face. The last article of clothing separating your alabaster skin from the cold is gone and your full and milky breasts burst free in the winter air.

Gasping and wide-eyed from the sting of the sudden cold, your nipples redden and protrude into two crimson cherries. You rasp deeply as your lungs become accustomed to the obviously burning, yet visibly erotic, sensation. The air expelled from your adrenaline charged body crystallizes and forms a languorous icy fog between us.

Delirious with desire and overcome by the sight of you exposed and bravely defying the harshness of your surroundings, I cover your chilled flesh with a flurry of warming kisses, each suckle leaving a bright mark that traces my mouthings from the curve of your neck, pausing greedingly on each succulent tit, and down the silky trail of hair upon your quivering tummy.

You stand me upright and, with the renewed vigor, begin you exposure of me. You effortlessly unzipped my down jacket and toss it aside into the snow. I continue to marvel at your seeming obliviousness to the cold -- you having stoked your inner flame with some mystical fire of feminine desire. You kneel in the foot deep snow before me. Easily unbuckling the fasteners of my ski pants, you triumphantly fold back the fly to claim your prize.

Without bothering to pull down my now straining underpants, you plunge your face into the warm, dark cavity. I am sent into heavenly bliss as you wrap your full, pouting lips completely around my bulge. Slowly you blow, toasting my cock and balls with your heated exhalation. I indicate my delirious pleasure with a series of long gutteral moans until, with a sudden a sudden and surprising jerk, you slip your hand over the waistband of my shorts and pull my engorged schlong free. You laugh, evilly, as I buck my hips in frantic reaction to my suddenly exposed manhood. 

"Oh, shit It IS cold!” I howl as you maintain a vice-like grip on my now freezing man meat, not letting go no matter how desperately I squirm.

With a sly grin, you allow me to suffer a few more excruciating seconds and then, tenderly, you begin flicking your soft and glossy tongue along the mishandled, swollen shaft. I twitch uncontrollably with every healing lick as each sends stimulating tingles through my ass and up my spine. 

"Hmmm", you smack between laps. "So, I guess it isn't true after all."

Perplexed, I ask, "What (oh) the heck (oh damn) are you talking about (oooh shiiiiit, babeee!)?"

"Your knooow," you coo as you end your flicking and begin to slather my now totally teased and tortured phallus in your saliva filled mouth, "The old warning about never sticking your tongue on a frozen pole." Amused at yourself, you clamp your teeth down on my pecker in a playful bite.

"Why you totally devilish...!" I snort in a mockingly mean tone, my retort echoing through the trees. 

Realizing that I been the butt of your (rather clever) joke, I decide to take my role as 'straight man' literally. Deceptively running my fingers through your hair, I suddenly clasp them behind your head for leverage. With one forceful thrust, I drive my hips forward for a more controlled entry into your more than accommodating mouth. Your muffled squeal of approval causes the helmet of my bloated sausage to swell as your luscious lips glide smoothly along its throbbing thickness. Your jaws slacken and your eyes roll and strain withing your lids as it embarks upon its journey past your cheeks and over your glossy tongue.

As always, I am amazed by your muscular control Your throat loosens and opens easily, instinctively. I can feel the head of my pulsing member come to rest against your tonsils.

You begin to piston you head back and forth. Slowly at first, and then faster as my hips match the rhythm of your exquisite, sword-swallowing technique. I toss back my head as my sensations are sent skyward. Totally enraptured by your fellatic skill, I unashamedly bellow in sheer delight.

"Yes my sweet baby, you suck me sooooo good!" I gasp. "Oh yeah, suck me baby! Jeeeez ooooh, your lips are as juicy as your pussy! ooooh gaawwwwd!"

Spurred on by my response, you continue your oral manipulation of my meat log in earnest. Your cheeks puff and collapse with each bob of your head. The rays of the mid-day winter's sun are captured in the highlights of your golden hair as it flies in all directions.

That familiar, sublimely aching feeling begins to swell deep within my swollen nut sacks which you've fondled vigorously throughout our round of al fresco cock sucking. But, much to my surprise and discouragement, you suddenly lean back on your heels. With an audible plop, my poor pecker is once again exposed and waving helpless and neglected in the frigid air.

Cupping your beautiful boobs within your hands, you thrust them at me forming a repository of smooth, ivory flesh in which to my deposit my soon to be arriving seed. With no further invitation needed, I grasp my rigid pump handle and take aim. With a masturbatory tug or two, I send a drenching spray of thick and rich man-milk arching onto your heaving breasts. The searing heat of my sperm against to the coldness of your skin makes your eyes roll in ecstasy as I proceed to bath your finely sculptured torso with my love lava. Your body arches and lurches in the throes of orgasmic abandon as you plunge your hand down the front of your ski pants in an attempt to shovel the quickly cooling spunk into your now gushing and pulsating quim.

As if arriving at the end of a wild, runaway sleigh ride, you slowly come to a complete stop. Swaying to some inner melody, you moan softly as you absently lick the intermingling of my come and your pussy juices from your fingers. Head tilted down, your eyes dreamily closed in oblivious genuflection in the snow. 

I gaze adoringly at the sight of my serene and delicate angel cradled in the stark white of frozen fluffiness and I smile, thinking to myself how this woman has not only conquered the harshness of the elements; she has also conquered my soul...

Snow Angel



Katy said, "I feel completely comfortable with you, Sam, like I've known you all of my life. Sam, I think you're my soul mate, I really do."

I kissed her lips and told her I felt the same way and for the first time in my life I felt complete. As we laid by the fire and our bodies were covered with sweat, I thought about what the little girl in the park had said to me. 'You'll find what you need to make you warm in Carsons, Sam.'

I looked at Katy and laughed and said, "She was right."

Katy looked puzzled and asked, "Who was right?"

I told her all about what had happened in the park. Katy giggled and said, "Maybe it was one of my snow angels."

I looked at her and replied, "What?"

Then she told me about her grandmother. Her grandmother had told her when she was a little girl that every time you make a snow angel in the snow, you put a little piece of your soul into it and when the snow angel would fade away or melt, it would become a real angel and go out into the world to find your soul mate. Once the angel found your soul mate and brought you together, the angel could go home to heaven.

Katy smiled at me and said, "Maybe it was one of my snow angels."

We both laughed and I said I was sure it was just a mentally challenged girl or some little girl fooling around.

All of a sudden we heard a crash come from the hall. Katy ran to the hall and came back with something in her hand. 

She said, "Shit, it broke!"

"What is it?" I asked.

She answered, "It's an old picture I had hanging in the hall."

She handed it to me and I let out a gasp.

Katy asked, "What is it?"

I looked at her in shock and said, "That's her! That's the little girl from the park!"

Katy laughed and said, "That can't be, Sam."

I replied, "I'm telling you that this is the girl from the park wearing the angel costume! I'd bet my life on it! Who is this girl sitting between the man and the woman?"

Katy said, "That's me. I was nine years old and those people are my parents."

My mouth dropped wide open. I looked back at the picture and noticed they were sitting on a bench and it looked like it was winter time. The trees were covered with snow and Katy and her parents were wearing winter coats.

I looked back at her and asked, "Where was this picture taken?"

She paused a second and said, "At a park about two blocks away from-"

Before she could finish I said, "Carsons?"

She nodded her head yes.

I asked, "Did you make any snow angels that day?"

She nodded yes again.

We stared at each other in disbelief. 

I got to my feet and sat the picture down. Katy had a big smile on her face and said, "You're really mine! You're my soul mate! Oh my God!"

She threw her arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms around her lower back and pulled her to me.

We squeezed each other tight and she began to cry. Being the strong masculine male, I did not cry. Okay, I cried too. I couldn't help it! I had never been so happy in my life and she was everything I had always dreamed about in a mate.

I could feel her heart beating hard against mine. 

"I love you, Katy," I whispered.

She breathed back, "I love you too, Sam."

Then we kissed.

Over the radio, the announcer said, "It's three fifteen in the a.m. Merry Christmas. I have a dedication here from Angel going to Katy and Sam. It's Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You."

We both cried out, "What?!"

Katy laughed and said, "Well, she definitely has good taste in music."

I caressed Katy's face and lost myself in her pretty blue eyes and replied, "No, she has good taste about everything."

I pulled Katy close to me and said, "Merry Christmas, Sweetie."

Katy stared lovingly back and whispered, "Merry Christmas, Sam."

- The End -

BMR

Hope everyone liked my story and don't forget to vote! Merry Christmas everyone! :) 



Snow Angel



I would love to walk with you around the side of the lake as the snowflakes fall soundlessly around us and one by one they settle on the fur around your face. I bought you a warm winter coat for the winter and it has a hood with soft fur surrounding your beautiful face. Wait, there is one big glistening flake on the tip of your nose and I reach in and kiss it away.

We free fall into the soft snow at the side of the path and roll over on our backs to make snow angels in winter's thick fluffy blanket. As you jump up - and I follow you - we have fun throwing snowballs at each other until I leap at you until we collapse together and roll around in the snow, kissing and trying in vain to reach inside each other's coats to feel the warmth of the body within.

We hurry home as the snow begins to fall more heavily and, once there, we throw off our boots and coats. You go into the kitchen to make us some warm cocoa while I stoke the fire until it is crackling and heating up the living room. Before you reenter the room, I throw a bunch of soft pillows before the hearth and settle in to wait for you, my love.

As you walk into the room, my breath catches in my throat as I gaze upon the woman I love so very much. You are clad in only your panties and the oversized white cable knit sweater with the turtle neck that we purchased together. 

"I didn't want to wear my wet ski pants so I hung them up in the laundry room. And by the way, aren't you overdressed?" You smile so sweetly as you pass me my warm cup.

As I proceed to shed my own wet pants - and you assist me in the process - I reach down for you and pull you into our first searing kiss of the night. I love you so very much and always will!

We lay panting from that first kiss, entangled in a web of intricately interwoven arms and legs. Our lips continue to search for one another as the heat contained in those kisses ignite the passion that only we two share. My hands have found the bottom of your sweater and, with a little help from you as your smoldering eyes bore into mine, I slowly lift it off over your head. As it escapes the pull of your breasts they sway almost hypnotically before my hungering lips. I quickly throw the heavy sweater aside and we kneel facing each other in front of the fire with the flickering of the flames playfully illuminating those delectable objects of my desire.

Without taking your eyes from mine, you reach down to grasp the bottom of my own cable knit sweater – we bought a matching set – and pull it quickly over my head. As you toss it aside, I reach out to take you by your slim waist and pull you against the straining cock held prisoner in my bikini briefs. Your soft hands steal down my back (now warmed by the crackling fire) and slip inside the waistband of my jockeys and squeeze my firm buttocks whilst pulling me into you. I can feel the radiant heat through your own brief panties and I groan with anticipatory pleasure. 

Now, each of us bare from the waist up, we kneel close together and the aroused hardness of your nipples are pressing into my chest. I can feel the heat emanating from them and my cock twitches in excitement. With my hands at the sides of your beautiful face, I draw you in for more tender kisses; first on those pouty lips and then over your closed eyelids and moving along each ear to the side of your neck where it reaches your shoulder.

We groan together to signal just how aroused we both are. Moving back to your lips, I again kiss you with all the love that I have for you and my tongue flicks out against your closed lips. You part your lips just enough to suck my tongue deep inside and to lave my tongue with yours. 

We are by now both exploring the tightness of each other's bums and thereby pulling our groins together as we grind my hardness against your hot pussy. I am of course leaking copious amounts of precum and this is lubing you to the point that we both feel the urge to come. To postpone this, I again lay you down across the warm pillows and, kneeling between your legs, bend down to run my tongue along the saturated sheer panties that cover your partially shaven cunt.

There is so much of your hot juice coming through the material that I can suck it lovingly into my mouth. You arch your back and spread your legs wide to force more and more of those visible folds into my mouth. All this time, I hear the sound of your muffled voice as you cry out "Oh yes! Please don't stop! That feels so good!"

I continue to drink my fill of your cum until your thighs tighten on my head and you thrust your crouch hard against my mouth as you roll through the first orgasm of the night. I continue feasting until you push me away – the sensations have become too much to bear.

As you fall back on the cushions in exhaustion, I slip my fingers into the waistband of the saturated panties and slide them off your hips. The crouch sticks slightly against your lips as I ease them down but then I can slip them off over your feet. I lift them to my face and, as I my eyes gaze into yours, I inhale the sensuous scent captured within them. 

You urge my legs forward until I get the signal and I turn around until I am lying on my side next to you with my legs at your head. You reach over and pull my briefs off and throw them to the side. This allows my throbbing cock free to bounce close to your face. Pulling one of my legs under you and resting your head on my thigh, you grasp my cock lightly in your hand and blow gently over the head. 

I place your leg under me and rest the other over my shoulder so that we are now in a classic 69 position. I gaze lovingly into the moistness of your pussy. I inhale deeply and salivate at the prospect of what is to come. The pearly white drops of your cum shine in the flickering fire light and, as I gently part the outer folds of your pussy, the dark pink inside is exposed.

I feel the warm breath of your mouth as you lower those warm lips around the tip of my cock. Your tongue pokes at my pee hole and I feel the flow of pre cum as it coats your tongue. I can wait no longer; I return the favour by running my tongue through the open slit of your pussy and plunge my pointed tongue deep inside you. With my tongue curled upwards, I can 'scoop' some of the tasty cum into my mouth and swallow it.

In the blink of the proverbial eye, you are taking most of my 7" cock into your throat and then out again. As you slide upwards, your soft hand encircles my shaft and strokes it repeatedly. My tongue in now laving the hard little clit at the entrance of your pussy and each pass over it sends your hips forward. Pulling away for a moment, I replace my tongue with two, then three, fingers and curl them forward. I move my tongue back to your clit and flick it in concert with the thrusts of my fingers.

As I am doing this, my curled fingers find that magical spot inside you and your orgasm is such that I must slide my hand around to your tight ass to hold you against my mouth. I am rewarded with a spray of cum as it floods my mouth and I savor every delightful drop.

This ignites your efforts and you draw my cock deep into your mouth and with swallowing motions, use your powerful throat muscles to milk every drop from me as I climax in your mouth. We are both in the throes of several spasms of ongoing orgasms until we fall back fully spent.

I turn around so we are lying together and, turning slightly, reach to the sofa to pull a warm afghan over us. We burrow together into the assorted pillows and snuggle together in the warmth of the still glowing fire. As we exchange kisses of love and whisper those eternal words to each other, we slide into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

Ah, my snow angel. I know I will dream of you this night.



Snow Angel



"Another nine minutes and then you have to get your lazy butt out of bed," I told myself, as I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock one last time. 

Nine minutes later the clock radio sprang to life once more. The familiar country music that normally greets me each morning had been replaced by the harsh reality of a winter storm warning being broadcast from the National Weather Service.

The monotone computerized voice of the broadcast made it sound even worse. 

"Snow starting by 10:00a.m. with six to eight inches of accumulation expected by 5:00p.m. Rush hour tonight will be extremely difficult with interstates and main highways expected to be snow covered and dangerous. Total accumulations are expected to reach twelve to eighteen inches by noon tomorrow."

I always get a little nervous when the weatherman uses phrases like, "The biggest snow storm we've seen in 25 years," and "Blizzard like conditions expected." Here in Cincinnati we get a fair amount of snow, but snowfall of more than twelve inches and "blizzard like conditions" are descriptions that are only used a few times each century in this part of the country.

As I stepped into the steaming shower, my thoughts shifted to my schedule of meetings for the day. Maybe my afternoon schedule would be a light one and I could reschedule some meetings and bail out early before the brunt of the storm hit. No such luck. As the steaming water poured over my face, I suddenly remembered the three o'clock meeting the CEO had insisted we have today. 

Anticipating that the evening rush hour was going to be a mess, I packed the trunk of my car with what I affectionately call, "My winter survival gear." The list of essentials included a pair of hiking boots, a parka, a hat, a scarf, and most importantly, a snow shovel. I wanted to have all the necessary equipment and personal protection I needed just in case my car decided it preferred the side ditch better than the road. 

The drive to work was an uneventful one. The wind was starting to pick up and a few snow flurries danced through the air, but nothing significant enough to impact the morning rush hour. 

Unfortunately, this was one of the few times the weatherman was actually right. By ten o'clock the snow was starting to arrive, exactly as predicted. By noon it was snowing so hard I could barely see the traffic on the highway just a hundred yards away from my office window. Schools were closing, businesses were shutting down early and by three o'clock the office was as vacant as a Sunday afternoon. 

I live about 20 miles north of the city and I knew that in another two hours the drive home would be a rough one. Most of the drive is interstate, but the last three miles would be country roads. With "blizzard like conditions," drifting would be a real problem. I had already decided that if things got too bad, I would just get a hotel room and spend the night in the city. My wife was in Atlanta for the week visiting her sister, so I really had no compelling reason to get home if things turned ugly.

The meeting with the CEO wrapped up about four thirty and we all decided it would be wise to call it a day and head home before things got any worse. 

The parking lot was a mess as I weaved my way from the office door to my car, trying to step in previously created footsteps and avoid the stinging cold of frozen snow trickling into my shoes. With six inches of snow piled both on top of my car and on the parking lot beneath my feet, I decided this might be a good time to change out of my work shoes and into the hiking boots I had packed earlier in the morning. No need to ruin a good pair of dress shoes and risk frostbite in the process of cleaning off the car.

In the ten minutes it took me to get the snow brushed off my car, my face and ears were already stinging from the frigid cold. I had not heard a weather report since the morning, but I'm sure the wind chill must have been well below zero. 

With the snow now removed, the windshield cleared, and the engine warmed up, I was ready to see just how well the all wheel drive in my Cadillac STS really worked. When I bought the car a few months earlier, I debated if the all wheel drive option was worth the extra money. Today I was certain it was.

The six inches of snow on the parking lot crunched beneath the tires as I headed toward the street, but seamed to offer no real challenge for the all wheel drive. 

"Pretty impressive," I thought to myself, as the Cadillac easily navigated the snow.

I had just turned out of the parking lot onto the street when I heard the traffic report coming on the radio: "Northbound I-75 is closed due to a jack-knifed semi, just north of the I-275 interchange." 

Damn; that was my primary route home. It wasn't the only choice, but in these conditions, it was certainly the preferred route. Option "B" would take me through some pretty rural areas. On a sunny summer day, this is a nice scenic route. In blizzard conditions, it would be a two hour, white knuckle drive. Option "C", the hotel room, was looking better all the time.

I headed in the direction of the back road path with the attitude, "What do I have to lose?" Worst case, if the roads were too bad I could simply turn around and head for a hotel. It was the middle of the week and there were no big events in town. There would be plenty of hotel rooms available if I needed one.

I was cruising along at a pretty good pace thinking, "Okay, this doesn't seem so bad. Maybe I can make it home after all."

That thought had barely passed from one side of my brain to the other before I saw the string of brake lights in front of me. Traffic quickly slowed to a complete stop. I sat there for about five minutes before the car in front of me started moving again. We moved about two car lengths and then stopped again for another five minutes. Another twenty feet and then we stopped again. 

Thirty minutes later we were still in this stop and go pattern. I had made my mind up that it was time to turn around and head for option "C". Unfortunately, I was sitting right in front of a curve in the road and I couldn't see if there was oncoming traffic. I would have to wait until I inched my way around the curve to safely turn around. 

Once I got around the curve, I could see the problem. There was a large hill in front of us and cars were having trouble making it up the slick roadway. It was a pretty steep rise and the incline was about an eighth of a mile long. One car would attempt to make the climb, and the car behind it would wait until the car in front successfully capped the hill before proceeding.

The four wheel drive SUV's made it up the hill with no problem. The front wheel drive cars did some slipping and sliding as they attempted the climb, but they eventually reached their goal. The rear wheel drive cars weren't so lucky. They would try to get a running start, but about half way up the hill their momentum would stop and they could go no further and had to back their way down the hill for another try.

After the first or second attempt, most gave up and turned around in the road and headed for another route. Although the hill was too steep and too slick to climb, there was enough traction for them to safely back down the hill. 

There was a black BMW about ten cars in front of me at the head of the line. Like the cars before it, the driver got as much of a running start as possible and headed up the hill. The car made it about half way up the hill before its momentum stopped and it began backing down the hill for another try. The second attempt was no more successful, nor was the third. 

By the forth attempt, the cars behind the BMW were starting to honk their horns, trying to get the driver to recognize that the only option was to turn around and go the other way. It was pretty obvious at this point that the black BMW had met its match. 

You could tell the driver was a little frustrated as the car came backing down the hill, considerably faster this time. As the BMW reached the bottom of the hill it was going too fast and had to swerve into the other lane to avoid hitting the next car in line. The BMW swerved a little too hard and got the left rear tire off the road.

One by one the ten cars in front of me made their attempts to climb the hill while the BMW sat on the side of the road spinning its tires trying to break free. This was pretty dangerous now since both lanes of the road were occupied. One lane was occupied by the line of cars trying to climb the hill. The other lane was blocked by the BMW stuck in the ditch.

If one of the cars climbing the hill needed room to come back down the hill, there would be no place for it to go except crashing into one of the other cars. Being a good Samaritan, I pulled out of line to see if I could help the driver of the BMW get the car out of the predicament it was in. The car was barely off the road, so it wouldn't be too hard. A little shoveling around the one tire that was spinning in the snow and it should come right out.

The driver was still frantically spinning the tires when I knocked on the passenger window of the car. As the window rolled down, the driver quickly wiped the tears away from her cheek.

"You might want to take your foot off the gas pedal," I said in a soft and calming voice.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm just a little flustered at the moment."

"Not a problem," I said, "I completely understand. I've got a snow shovel in my trunk. Let me shovel you out and we'll get you back on your way."

"I couldn't let you do that," she said. "It's freezing out there. If you'll let me borrow your shovel, I can dig my own way out."

I gave her one of those, "you have got to be kidding" looks as my eyes scanned from her white satin blouse to the short green skirt that crawled half way up her thigh. Although I couldn't see her feet from the window, I was pretty sure a pair of high heels would have been her choice of footwear for such an outfit. 

"Look," I said. "With all due respect Miss, I really don't think you're dressed to be shoveling snow in sub-zero wind chills." 

"It won't take me five minutes," I continued. "I promise."

True to my word, five minutes later I had the snow shoveled away from her rear tire and she was able to pull back onto the road. I once again tapped on the window and she lowered the glass one more time.

This time instead of my eyes focusing on the tears trickling down her cheek, they were immediately drawn to her shapely legs that were even more exposed than before. 

"Damn," I thought to myself, "Very sexy." 

Despite the cold wind blowing in my face, there was a subtle warmth tingling in my pants as my cock began swelling at the sight of this fine lady. I'm not sure if the warmth on my face was the potential embarrassment from the situation in my boxers, or if it was just a case of windburn. Whichever it was, I was feeling a little flushed.

"Listen," I told her. "I'll stop the traffic in the other lane long enough for you to get turned around in the road. There's no way you can make it up this hill so you're going to have to go back the other way."

I let the driver of the first car in the other lane know what we were doing and two minutes later, my damsel in distress was turned around and ready to head the other direction. By this point I had also decided to give up trying to get home, so I also turned around and headed the other direction.

The black BMW was in front of me as we both headed back toward safer ground. When we got to the corner she turned on her right turn signal to indicate she was turning into the parking lot of a small strip mall. She rolled her window down, stuck her arm out the window, and motioned for me to follow. 

As I pulled up beside her, she opened her car door and started to get out. I had a perfect view of her legs parting as she exited the car. Damn, that was one incredible pair of legs. The green skirt opened just enough to let me see her black panties hiding below. Once again, I felt something stirring in my pants.

Just as she reached my window, those high heeled shoes succumbed to the snow beneath them and her feet went flying out from under her. I jumped out to give her a hand and make sure she wasn't hurt.

It was quite a sight. She was trying to get up but her feet kept slipping. When I reached down to offer her a hand, her skirt was flipped completely up and there was nothing except a pair of lacy black panties between her tender skin and the freezing snow. I would have loved to have been able to just stand there and stare, but instead I helped her to her feet.

I quickly brushed the snow off her back side as gentlemanly as I could. I would have loved to have spent more time brushing her ass off, or better yet, reaching under her skirt to brush off her panties, but I managed to avoid the temptation and stick to my manners.

I put my arm around her waste and helped her back to her car. She grabbed hold of my own waist and held on for dear life. When we reached her car, she climbed in the driver's side and I walked around to the passenger side and climbed in.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. "That was quite a fall."

"I'm fine," she said, "Just a little embarrassed. Make that a lot embarrassed," she corrected.

"I really hate to bother you again," she said, "But do you happen to know another way to get to the Hilton from here? I have no idea how to get to the hotel except for the way I just tried." 

"It's not too far from here," I told her. "Got a pen?"

I grabbed a business card from my wallet and wrote the directions on the back. 

"You shouldn't have too much trouble," I told her, as I handed her the directions. 

"It's four lane most of the way and I'm pretty sure there are no big hills this direction. If you have any trouble finding it, give me a call on my cell phone. The number is on the front."

Two hours later I was checked into a hotel of my own and warming up under the flowing heat of the shower. My cell phone was ringing as I stepped out of the shower and reached for the bath robe on the back of the door. The number on the caller ID was not one I recognized as I picked up the phone to answer it.

"Hello, this is Brian," I answered.

"Hi Brian," countered the friendly female voice on the other end of the line. "This is Julie, the ditsy blonde you had to rescue twice today. I just wanted to say thanks one more time and make sure you made it home safely."

"Well, to be honest," I said, "I decided to just grab a hotel room in the city tonight instead of braving the elements any longer. So, yes, I'm safe and sound. Just not at home."

"Really," she said, her voice perking up a bit. "Seeing that we are both stranded here with an evening to kill, how about letting me buy you dinner to pay you back for all of your help today?"

My mind quickly flipped back to the sight of her lying in the snow with those long legs sprawled out and those black lacy panties displayed so perfectly. My growing cock peaked its head out of the terrycloth bathrobe as my mind wandered back to that erotic sight. How could I turn down an invitation from such a sexy lady?

"Sure," I said, "Sounds a whole lot better than spending a night in front of the TV. I'll meet you at the bar in the Hilton in about forty-five minutes."

Luckily I had packed an overnight bag just in case I got stranded in town for the night. I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get to the Hilton in this weather, so I quickly got ready and headed out.

The roads were continuing to get worse, but I still made it to the Hilton about fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. The bar was pretty empty so I pulled up a bar stool at the front of the bar where I could see Julie when she came in.

"Coors Light," I told the bartender, when she asked what she could get me.

About ten minutes later Julie came strolling into the bar. My jaw nearly hit the floor as she stepped into the bar with a big smile on her angelic face. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans with an off-white turtle neck. Both the jeans and the ribbed turtleneck were stretched tight enough to show her every curve, and this lady had some nice curves!

When I got up from my bar stool to greet her, she gave me a friendly hug like we had known each other all our lives. I was hoping she didn't notice the bulge in my pants when I got up.

"Wow," I chuckled. "You look pretty good when you're not lying in the snow."

"Oh my God," she countered, as she covered her face with both hands and shook her head sideways. "That was so embarrassing."

"Don't worry," I said. "It happens all the time. You're the third lovely lady I've rescued from a snow drift this week."

We both laughed and sat back down at the bar. 

Julie ordered a glass of wine and we continued to chat. The bartender placed a cocktail napkin on the bar and sat the glass of wine on top of the napkin. When Julie picked up the glass to take her first sip, the napkin fell to the floor. 

We both started to reach to the floor to retrieve the napkin and hit heads as we reached down. 

"Sorry," I said as we bounced back up.

"I can get it," Julie replied. "You've already done enough for me today."

As she stretched to reach the floor from the tall bar stool, the low cut jeans Julie was wearing slid just enough down her hips to give me a perfect view of the thin burgundy string of her thong panties.

I think my heart was still stopped when she leaned back up. My reflexes were not quick enough to avoid being caught staring at her perfect ass. Julie didn't say a word, but I could tell by the grin on her face, that she interpreted my stare to be an unspoken compliment. She was certainly right about that one.

"I'm hungry," Julie suddenly blurted out, "You up for dinner?"

I don't know if she was teasing me for staring, or if it was just a coincidental choice of words, but I was definitely up.

"I have a suggestion," I said. "The roads are really bad out there tonight. What would you think about just having dinner at the restaurant here in the hotel this evening? I've never eaten here but I've heard it's pretty good."

"Sounds perfect," Julie answered. "I've already lost two battles today with the snow. I would prefer not making it three."

I paid the tab and we headed for the other side of the lobby where the restaurant was. 

"Two for dinner," I said to the hostess as we approached the stand at the entrance to the restaurant, "Preferably a quiet booth in the corner."

I couldn't help but notice that the hostess looked like she couldn't have been more than sixteen. Sweet girl, but she didn't look old enough to be working at a hotel. Maybe they were desperate due to the weather, or maybe I'm just not a very good judge of age.

The corner booth was quiet and secluded, just like I had requested. Julie and I sat and talked while we waited on dinner. It seemed we had a lot in common. We were both in what we mutually agreed to call, "content marriages." Not really happy, but not unhappy enough to leave either.

For the next three hours we talked, laughed, ate, drank, and just had a good time. It was amazing how well we clicked. Several times during dinner we would catch each other in a moment of abnormally long eye contact. We must have both been uncertain if we wanted to cross that line because each time it happened, we would quickly break the eye contact and both glance away.

By eleven o'clock, we were the only two left in the restaurant and it was apparent that the staff was trying to subtly encourage us to leave so they could close up for the night. Taking the hint, I asked Julie if she cared to move to the bar to continue our conversation.

"Sure," she said. "I could use another drink, and the company isn't so bad either," she laughed.

When we got to the bar, the place was packed. Obviously everybody in the hotel had decided to stay in due to the nasty weather outside. We took a quick walk through the bar looking for a place to call our own. Not a seat in the place. Between the music playing overhead and the voices trying to talk above the music, the noise level was far too high for casual conversation. 




Snow Angel



"Too loud and too smoky in here for me," Julie stated, as we made our way back toward the door.

"I have a really nice suite upstairs," she added. "What do you say we grab a bottle of Merlot and go up to my suite where we can drink and talk in peace?"

I wasn't quite sure if the invitation to her suite was intended to be just some more friendly conversation, or if she had something else in mind. Either way, I was game. I was having a lot of fun just talking and flirting with Julie, so even if nothing else happened, I was still having a lot more fun than I would be in my own hotel room alone.

With a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a cork screw in hand, we headed for the elevator. Julie had to insert her key to get the elevator to go to the 14th floor where the suites are located. Julie opened the door to the suite and I followed her inside. 

"Wow," I said, as we walked through the door. "This sure beats my room."

"Not bad, is it?" Julie replied, as she looked back over her shoulder at me. "Take a look around while I pour us a glass of wine."

The suite was incredible. A huge bedroom with a king sized bed and a Jacuzzi big enough for four people. There was a separate sitting room with a sofa, a love seat, and a recliner; a kitchen; and a marble bathroom that looked like it belonged in a million dollar mansion.

"It's the honeymoon suite," Julie shouted at me from the other room. "They screwed up my reservation and this was all they had left. Not too bad, is it."

As I walked back into the living area, Julie was sitting on the love seat with two glasses of wine on the coffee table in front of it. It was obvious that she intended for me to get comfortable beside her on the narrow love seat.

"Cheers," I said, as I raised my glass of wine. "To snow drifts and frozen panties," I laughed.

"Very funny," Julie countered. "I still can't believe I did that."

"You know," she said, "This wine would taste a whole lot better if we were sipping it in that Jacuzzi."

My dick responded immediately at the thought of what Julie had just suggested. It was half way to full staff before I could respond to her proposition.

"Well," I told her. "That does sound good, but I didn't bring any swim trunks."

"Neither did I," Julie quickly responded, "But I'm game if you are."

"I'll go start the water," I said, "You top off the glasses of wine."

I must have looked like an anxious teenager when I jumped off the love seat and headed for the bedroom to fill the tub. The water quickly filled the tub as both the temperature of the water and my own temperature were now rising. The tub was about half filled when Julie came strolling into the bedroom with a glass of wine in each hand.

She looked incredible as she walked over and set the glasses on the tile deck of the tub. I continued filling the tub as Julie fetched a couple of towels and two bath robes from the bathroom. I thought maybe she was planning to undress in the bathroom, and come to the bedroom in one of the robes, but she had other ideas.

I was still sitting on the deck of the tub when Julie sat down on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes. I was less than three feet away from her as she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans. Two seconds later, she un-tucked her turtleneck, grabbed the tail of it and quickly lifted it over her head.

"Damn," I murmured, as she stood there in a lacy burgundy bra that framed her perfect tits.

I thought I murmured it softly enough she wouldn't hear, but the glance and wink she shot me told me otherwise.

I reached to turn off the water as the tub was now full. When I turned back around, Julie was bent over pulling her jeans away from her ankles. She now stood before me in just her bra and panties. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was amazingly beautiful. Her firm body was perfect in every proportion. 

"Could you give me a hand?" she asked, as she turned around, hinting that she wanted me to unfasten her bra.

I fumbled with the clasp but finally got it free. Julie slid the straps over her shoulders and dropped her bra on the bed before turning back around. She wasn't the least bit intimidated or embarrassed as she slipped out of her thong panties and stepped into the tub.

"Ah," she sighed, as she slid down into the water. "That feels wonderful."

I quickly stripped to my boxers in anticipation of joining Julie in the tub. My excitement was clearly visible through the thin satin fabric of my shorts. Just as I watched her undress, Julie's eyes were glued to me as I removed my own clothes.

"Those too," she pointed, implying that I was not allowed in the tub with my boxers on.

As I slid the boxers over my rigid dick, the waste band caught on my stiff rod and my cock sprang back and slapped against my stomach. 

"My, my," Julie teased, as I stepped into the tub with my full blown erection pointing almost straight up. "It looks to me like somebody enjoyed the show."

I stepped into the tub opposite of Julie and slid down into the warm water facing her. I spread my legs and let her closed legs rest between mine. We both reached for our glasses of wine and took a sip. 

"Definitely tastes better in here," Julie said with a grin.

We sat in the Jacuzzi talking and drinking for about twenty minutes. The warm water had quickly deflated my erection and I was feeling pretty relaxed. I was massaging the bottom of Julie's right foot as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back in total relaxation.

Julie raised her left foot and stretched to reach for my groin. I could feel her wiggling toes searching blindly for my shriveled dick. Her eyes were still closed when her toes found their prey, but I could tell from the smile on her face she was proud of her accomplishment.

As Julie's foot gently massaged my dick, it took less than a minute for my flaccid member to become fully erect once again.

"Mmmm," Julie moaned, "That is so much better."

Julie continued to slowly massage and stroke my cock with her soft foot. After about five minutes, I was beginning to feel that tingling sensation in my balls that signaled the building of an eminent orgasm. The water in the tub concealed the pre-cum that was no doubt forming at the tip of my cock. 

I sat up and grabbed Julie by the shoulders and turned her around so that she was facing the same direction I was with her back was against my chest. I repositioned my still hard cock so that it nestled between the two of us and then pulled her back against my body, sandwiching my skyward pointing cock between my stomach and her tailbone.

As she eased back against my chest I dropped my right arm over her shoulder so I could tease and torment her beautiful breasts. My hand alternated between soft caresses and squeezes of her entire breast to gently rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumb. I'm not sure if the moisture on her breast was from the steam of the Jacuzzi, or the steam of her building passion.

With my right hand continuing its relentless teasing of her perfect breasts, I shifted my body slightly so I could nibble on Julie's tender neck. 

"Oh my God," she whispered, in a soft almost inaudible moan, as my kisses tickled her neck and my hand continued its pleasure.

With my fingers, lips, and tongue tormenting her with slow, soft pleasure, Julie was melting beneath my touch. My left hand now reached beneath her knees and lifted her legs until her knees were sticking out of the water with her feet flat on the bottom of the tub. Without missing a beat with my tongue or right hand, my left hand spread Julie's legs in preparation for pleasuring her further.

My hard cock was still pressed against Julie's back as her moans became louder. With her legs now spread, my left hand walked its way down her leg, across her thigh, and stopped at the entrance of her shaven pussy.

I squeezed her nipples harder and my kisses to her neck became hotter and more passionate as my other hand now rubbed her swollen clit. I could feel her hard bud rolling beneath my strong fingers as she squirmed in pleasure. I could also feel the jets from the Jacuzzi pulsing just beyond my fingers.

Sensing that Julie was nearing orgasm, I repositioned one of the jets so it was shooting right onto her clit and then returned to my relentless fingering and nibbling.

"Oh fuck, Brian," Julie panted. "Ok fuck that feels so damn wonderful. Please don't stop baby, please don't stop."

My pace picked up as her breathing accelerated. I could feel her start to tremble and stiffen as her pending orgasm built to volcanic proportions. Julie straightened her legs and pushed against the tub, forcing her body harder against my own. 

"Oh fuck, I'm coming," she moaned. "Oh my God," she squealed, as her body trembled uncontrollably. 

I continued kissing her neck and squeezing her nipple for a good sixty seconds before she finally relaxed as the last wave of orgasm melted away. Her head flopped back onto my shoulder and her arms dropped into the warm water in total bliss.

We sat there for another five minutes before we decided we had better get out of the Jacuzzi before we both passed out. The five minutes of relaxation in the tub was enough to allow my dick to shrink to its "pre-excited" condition.

Julie toweled me off as I climbed out of the tub and I returned the favor for her. She paid particular attention to making sure my dick and balls were dry. My dick was already starting to grow again when she grabbed me by the cock and pulled me toward the bed.

With the sheets pulled down and our naked bodies sprawled across the bed, Julie turned her attention to my manhood. Her right hand began stroking my nearly erect cock while her other hand massaged my balls. In no time at all, my cock was hard as a rock and begging for relief.

"Don't you dare cum in my hand," Julie scolded as my breathing began to signal I was nearing the edge.

Without letting go of her expert grip, Julie lowered her lips to my cock and began licking around the head. Slow, swirling licks followed by the warmth of her mouth engulfing my hardness. Back and forth she went; first with her lips, then her tongue, then her entire mouth, all the while stroking the base of my cock and balls with her hand.

"Time to reposition unless you want me to fill your mouth with cum," I groaned, as the orgasm in my balls began to build.

Without missing a lick, Julie raised her eyes to mine and gave me a seductive wink. Her sucking and stroking quickened as her focus returned to my cock. 

"Oh God, Julie, I'm going to cum," I moaned, as I felt my balls tighten and prepare to explode.

Julie took me deep into her mouth and squeezed my balls as I lifted my hips off the bed. My balls pulsed and I felt the incredible sensation of orgasm rip through my body as my cock erupted in Julie's mouth. 

After three pulses Julie came up for air, squeezing my cock right below the head just long enough to swallow and go back down. As she released her grip from my cock, another two shots unloaded into her waiting mouth.

When the final burst subsided, Julie licked the head of my cock clean and snuggled up against me on the bed.

"Mmmm," Julie hummed as I lay beside her. "That was wonderful."

Lucky for us, the snow had everything shut down the next day and we could sleep in. Well, actually, we didn't get much sleep. We spent most of the night fucking in every imaginable position. 

After our first round in the hot tub, we retired to the king sized bed for a more traditional round of missionary sex. Her body looked incredible beneath me as I humped and pounded my thrusting cock deep inside of her until we came together in an intense mutual orgasm.

For round three Julie was bent over the loveseat looking out the window as I took her from behind. Her knees were literally trembling with passion as my cock probed her depths and reached places neither my fingers nor my cock had previously reached. By the time I exploded in her again, she had cum at least twice more and her pussy was dripping with her own nectar.

If memory serves me right, round four was back on the bed with Julie on top riding me like a horse. Damn she looked gorgeous as her hard body rode me and I watched my cock disappear and reappear into her glistening love box over and over again. Or was that round five? I lost track somewhere during the night. 

By the time I left Julie the next evening to head home, we had made love in every room of that suite and on every piece of furniture, including the kitchen table and the bathroom vanity.

That encounter happened two months ago. Julie called me yesterday and let me know she would be back in town next month and asked if I wanted to get together again. Needless to say, my answer was a definite yes.



Snow Angel



 Thank you for taking time for reading my story! This story has the same characters as An Angel and an Owl 

The story Dragon Wings and Faery Dust also has the same characters and overlaps the events of this story by telling the events from another point of view. I hope you will find both stories entertaining for the holiday season. 

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Friday November 20, 2015

"Wait!" A command and a slant of his black gaze flicked to her way. Through the steely set of jaw and tightness around his eyes, Ursa saw the corner of his mouth soften. "Please," he amended before refocusing his attention on the street across from them.

"If I must." She regarded the man, Leo Wolf, who never used that particular tone and looked around to see what caught his attention and stalled them in the middle of the sidewalk. It was early, the sun just coming up on a November morning. The cracked pavement thrummed with the commuter traffic sitting in the parking lot, make that freeway 880, crawling into San Francisco. The ugly apartment buildings slumped over this narrow street hid the view but not the noise.

The tension spooled around him, tightening from his neck and shoulders down his arms until reaching his hands where his grip squeezed her fingers, hard enough to hurt.

"You need to tell me what's going on." She used the edge of her voice with care, but enough to make him break contact with whatever put his back up. "Leo." His name got through and he startled, this time turning his head. He angled his body to put his larger frame between her and the disturbance.

"Leo." She said again when instead of responding his jaw flexed with the force of the tension. Thankfully he eased his grip on her hand. He stood over a foot taller than her and even though she was not a skinny woman, he made two of her at least, and moments like this, when he was primed for a fight, he seemed impossibly huge.

"This area is dangerous." He said through his teeth. 

"This 'area'," she used the same disparaging tone he had, "is my neighborhood." She didn't need to remind him; he carried her bags down from her dingy studio. True, she lived in an unsavory part of Oakland, but on a book keeper's wages it was all she could manage. Not the accounting sort of book keeper: a book store clerk. It was a great job that paid crap. The perks were spectacular though. Things money couldn't buy. Like meeting her best friend and her lover because of the shop. 

He rolled one shoulder to ease the muscles from their tightened knot and nodded, "I should get you a guard dog. A Cane Corso. A big one. With guns. "

"Very inner city of you." She said and stood up on tip toes to reach to touch his jaw and finally—Finally— he relaxed his neck enough to bow his head forward and nuzzled into her fingers. His skin looked so dark, gleaming like polished hardwood in the overcast morning light. She found the contrast of her pale fingers exotic. "They don't allow dogs in the apartment." She added and kissed the corner of his mouth. 

"Hhhmm..." He murmured, not in pleasure, his eyes were open, fixed across the street, still guarded.

"What exactly did you see? Do we need to call the police?"

He rolled her eyes back to her, amused now and almost laughed, "I don't think so. No. Just thought someone was getting hurt but I think it's just a drug deal. Lucky us." With that, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles, rubbing over the spot he'd squeezed too hard and continued to his car. 

Since their first actual date after returning to reality, they agreed to meet at the bookstore. They had not spent a whole night together in the real world. Not because she didn't want to be with him, but because she dreaded the reality of him coming to his senses. As her lover opened the door of the elegant, black car, she saw his thoughtful expression, the wary regard he cast around them. It caused a nervous flutter to sprawl around in her stomach and chest. 

It was only a matter of time before he realized his mistake.

She offered him a smile as cool as she could, but knew the stammers were about to come flapping out like awkward geese. She curled herself into the supple red leather of the Bentley's seat. Yes, she'd recovered from the shock of his car. She no longer felt nauseous sitting in it, but only because she'd created several fantastic, orgasmic messes in it.

Smoothing hands along the quilted diamond pattern on the seat, she remembered their first date. Her high of excitement snuffed out when she saw the Bentley. 

"It's only a car."  He assured her as his big hand caressed over the small of her back, guiding her towards it. "I swear it won't bite you."

He swept the door open for her with a flourish and a brilliant smile while he waited for her to enter. The scent of leather and coffee swirled out of the tinted interior and she turned a pleading look at him as she smiled. "I-I don't..."

"Princess, don't worry. It's a short drive to the restaurant. " His black eyes gleamed with joy as he inclined his head and brushed a kiss to her lips but broke it before she could deepen it with the hunger expanding from her heart to her sex. She was starving for something and it wasn't food.

"Where are you taking me for dinner?" She motioned to her normal clothes, comfortable jeans and shirt suited for nothing fancier than burgers.

"It's down in the Square. Are you worried I'm going to do something to you?" He paused, his face serious and then a naughty smile slanted over his full lips, "Or are you hoping I'll do something to you?"

"N-no. I mean—" Her stomach tightened with the longing spreading through her. Despite the panic she found herself returning his devastating smile. His unmasked face was breathtakingly handsome, his expression open as he searched her eyes, his desire as exposed on his chocolate dark features as her own felt. He opened his arms and crooked a finger in invitation.

Her heart sped and whirled as she took one step closer and another and soon she was in his arms and he enfolded her in the warmth of his embrace, nuzzling his face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo while kissing down to her ear, "I promise, your every last deviant desire will be met." His fingers squeezed against her hips and slid over her ass.

When she pushed him against the car, he didn't stop her, he simply fell back against it with a soft grunt of startled by her forcefulness. "I don't want dinner." She admitted into his neck, licking along the pulse point thundering under her tongue. The whole weekend they were together, she never allowed herself a taste of him. Now, with him pinned against the car at her mercy, she enjoyed the warmth and salty flavor of the flawless skin.

His head fell back and he hissed through his teeth as though the sensation shocked him. "Oh!" It was a pleased, breathless sound and his fingers squeezed her ass harder. "I don't think this is the right place Princess. People will see."

"Since when has that bothered you?"

He moaned and arched towards her, letting her feel how hard he was in his tailored wool slacks. "I'm guarding your privacy rather than mine. Your co-worker...."

"Back of the car?" She whispered between kissing his throat.

"You actually want to get in the car now?" He teased but playfully eased her back, grinding himself against her with his back to the car and opened the back door.

"If I get what I need."

"Anything Princess." He promised and stroked fingers down her cheek and across the bridge of her nose as though tracing the sprinkle of her freckles. "I'm yours to command."

She eyed the back seat with its luxurious red leather and then sucked in a breath and sat, slowly sliding back into the warm interior. His hands slid over her body, reluctant to release her as she glided back. For a moment he stood outside the car watching her with hooded eyes. Then he shrugged out of his grey jacket and tossed it into the passenger side seat. One elegant eyebrow arched up in question.

"Tie." She shivered and clutched the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up to her stomach and felt a hitch of shyness. He'd seen her curves displayed completely but somehow without the mask it felt terrifying. Watching his skilled fingers loosening the tie distracted her from her self-reflection and her mouth dropped open on the pant for breath. She needed him desperately. This slow stripping was killing her. 

The tie fluttered into the seat as well and again he paused with a cocky, little smile.

"Belt." She growled and pulled her shirt off, over her head, showing off the plain lace bra embracing her breasts. Her nipples felt ready to pierce through the fabric. 

He unfastened the belt, leather slithering through the loops as he pulled it free and tossed it to the front. Holding her gaze, he circled his wrists and gracefully unfastened the buttons of his cuffs. Then his fingers worked along the collar, opening the first few buttons with seductive slowness. With his chest showing almost to his navel, he shut the front door and climbed into the back to join her. 

The door whispered closed with a final click and the tinted windows shut them away from the real world. He bowed his head forward and kissed the soft swell of her stomach as she arched towards him. "Princess?" He asked between the soft, almost tentative kisses.

"Yes Cupid?" She asked, running fingers through his curly hair, messing it from the neat arrangement so she could pull his face upward, towards her breasts. 

He kissed upward as he was drawn, a soft growl bubbling up from his throat as he nosed the underside of her breasts through the simple lace. "I still want to use condoms—for a little while. " His dark eyes lifted to hers and his head tipped in question. "I need small steps with this. Alright?" He let out his breath and kissed between her breasts, breathing in her scent there with a pleased murmur.

She nodded in answer to him and released the handfuls of curls she was gripping and felt her heart sinking, "No more kisses then?" She asked.

His hands cupped her cheeks and he leaned over her and his mouth settled firmly against hers. His kiss consumed her, tongue darting between her lips with his answer. She moaned against his tongue, feeling it curl towards hers, tangling and caressing and luring her into him so he could suck along it. The taste of him filled her with minty chocolate and sunshine. She arched into his chest, feeling his hard abs against her stomach.

He caressed along her cheek and then swept up into her hair to pull her even closer, the scrape of his fingers against her scalp fractured any residual control she might have and she melted against him. She felt her lust and need dampen her panties, threating to soak through her jeans. His body covered hers, pressing her back into the seat with a soft sigh of leather and her whimpers of pleasure. 

They kissed without hesitation, hands tangled in hair, mouth to mouth like they never enjoyed before. At last as his grip loosened on her but it took a few moments longer before he broke the kiss. The lingering caress of his tongue licked over her lower lip and he gazed down at her, admiring her expression through heavy lashes.

"All the kisses your devilish little heart desires Princess." He whispered into her lips and kissed his way down her throat, suckling under her jaw before stopping to check the mark he'd left. With a growl of approval he moved his kisses lower. nipping and licking her skin as though he'd never tasted anything like her. He grew more eager as he reached her breasts, "I have wanted to do this for days." He admitted, unhooking her bra to bare her to his ravenous eyes. As she squirmed, he flicked his tongue out, lapping across her nipple.

The pink bud tightened under his attention, the hot stab of pleasure spreading from the contact of his tongue down to her pussy. Against her, he mmmmed low, the vibration of the sound shivering along her skin before he moved to the other nipple, curling his tongue around it while his dark eyes met hers. It was impossibly sexy watching him and she arched her back, longing for more.

His lower lip brushed her nipple, "Beautiful." He whispered and sucked the taut nipple into his mouth. His big hands cupped her breasts and squeezed in time with his sucking, dark fingers stark against her creamy skin. She cried out as he flicked a thumb over one nipple and grasped the other between his teeth. 

Pain mingled with the pleasure and she shuddered under him. For several frantic heartbeats she struggled not to cum in her panties.

"God! Please! Cupid! Leo! Please!" Her legs wrapped around his hips, squeezing him, pulling him down towards her, grinding herself into his cock through the fine slacks in desperation.

He moaned into the nipple he teased, giving one last roll of his tongue over her before releasing it with a slurping pop. "You're so fucking hot." His hand slid down her body to the front of her jeans and he cupped her sex through the jeans, hissing through his teeth, "You're soaked through!" Delighted surprise warmed his voice.

Drawing back, he slipped his hand from her sex and breathed in the scent of her from his fingers, hesitating a moment as though he were considering putting them to his mouth. Time stretched and slowed for that instant and while her heart raced, she longed to watch his eyes while he tasted her. Instead he dropped his hands to the front of his pants, gracefully working the fastening open. 

She ran her hands down her breasts, savoring the slick trail his mouth left on her skin. She lingering over her nipples, pulling at them until his eyes burned through the shadowy interior of the car. And as he pulled his pants down, so did she, a dance of bodies within the cramped interior of the leather seats. 

He held up a hand to stop her from reaching for him and wriggled up, grinding into her through his boxers and her underwear while he reached back and removed his wallet, sliding the foil wrapped condom from inside. 

She took it from him before he could unwrap it "Ribbed for her pleasure? Mmm, you are such a good boy."

He grinned wolfishly down at her and she crooked her finger at him to pull his boxers down, wriggling away from his temping grinding. As his boxers came down off his sculpted hips, she admired again the length of his body reared over her. She didn't think she'd ever see or feel him again. Never thought she'd taste him. Her mouth still burned like sunshine in the aftermath of their kisses.

His cock strained forward, arching fee of the top of his boxers with a bobbing movement, slapping up against his hard stomach, leaving a slick mark against the skin. The crown of his proud dick shinned with pre-cum. She longed to lean in and press her mouth to his cock and lick the pearl beading at the head. Would it taste like he smelled, chocolatey and heated, or like his kisses, burning cold-hot mint? She controlled her urges and looked up the length of his body, head dizzy with the magnificence of him.

She teased him with a slow rock of her hips back and forth, pulling the thong from her rounded hips to slide the soaked fabric down her thigh. Her legs spread, jeans hanging from one leg, one shoe on, the other off. His tailored slacks were pushed down to his ankles, his shirt open, one shoulder bare, white cotton contrasting his dark flesh. She felt her stomach tighten and her pussy ached. Her slick honey was definitely leaving a wet mark in the perfect leather. She cupped his balls in her palm with one hand and raked her hand up his stomach and chest, memorizing the hard plains of him while he pulled the shirt off. 

He watched her stripping with hungry eyes and very slowly shrugged off the shirt, letting it slide off his arms and shoulders. She didn't think she could get any wetter, but as the fabric whispered to the floorboard, the small, strong feathers flexed out and stretched from their hidden spot hugging his spine. 

Wings.

They were not costume, nor imaginary! 

He held her gaze, searching hers and stopped breathing for a small moment his heart pounding fast under her fingertips. 

"They are beautiful." She whispered to him, "Like the rest of you." She burned with a fierce desire to wipe the doubt from his features. Her fingers squeezed against his balls, "And they, like you, are mine!" With a smile, she opened the foil wrapper for the condom with her teeth and pressed the ring of latex to his cockhead, rolling it down over the length of him.

He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes rolling back at the sensation of the sudden cool against his hard, pre-cum slick crown. Her slow rolling of the latex down the solid length of him made his hips surge forward into the circle of her fingers as she squeezed the base of him.

The hand against his chest slid up his shoulder to his back where her fingers trailed the tawny feathers barred with gold and cream. "Just a little something extra to hold onto." She purred, wrapping the fingers around the wing spar close to his shoulder to demonstrate holding on. 

He smiled with a dazzling joy as relief filled his dark gaze, "Yes Mistress." He bowed forward, nuzzling into her neck, kissing up to her jaw. 

Rolling her hips towards him, she stroked his condom-wrapped cock with her other hand. The head felt swollen against her clit as she rubbed him against her. Their shared moan of pleasure and need filled the space inside the car. He flexed his hips forward, rubbing himself against her while she guided him up and down between the swollen lips. 

"I need you so bad!" She growled into his chest and his arms circled around her, sliding one down to her ass to lift her towards him.

"You sure?" He purred into her ear, licking her earlobe with a slow curl of his tongue. It set her on fire. Her pussy clutched so hard she thought she might pass out if she didn't have him. She could hear his own need braced and restrained. 

"Yes!" She heard her voice break in quavering need. She didn't care, she would die if he teased her more. "Fuck me so hard!"

His hand squeezed her ass as he snarled in answer and drew his hips back so she could help guide him to her opening. For a heartbeat, their eyes met and then his mouth found hers and as his cock slid into her, his tongue parted her lips. He took her. Slow and steady, the steel of his fat dick slid into her, spreading her, filling her creamy depths making the ache spread until her toes curled and she cried into his mouth. She came against his cock before his balls were even pressed against her ass.

The sound of his satisfaction growled into her mouth and down her throat and he pressed her into the seat while or orgasm thundered through her. Then he fucked her. 

He fucked her hard into the plush leather seats of that obscenely luxurious car. It was different than at the party. Ihis was real! She felt the fierce joy in him as he tightened his arms around her and claimed her. He was so deep inside her, the strokes hard and fast but when he drove all the way in and their cries of pleasure mingled in the kiss, she could feel a deeper, sweeter connection to him.

Unlike the party, he was much less controlled. He growled his lust into their union of writhing tongues and panting breaths. With another deep stroke, his body shuddered, muscles tightening with the delightful spasm through her pussy. The swelling of his cock shoved balls deep into her, the force of the orgasm throbbing through him, pulsing like his heartbeat and her own. 

As he came, she devoured his cries of pleasure, her climax joining his as his cock jerked and throbbed deep inside her! Releasing the base of his wing, she raked fingers down his back. She stroked the glorious feathers and tight muscles of his shoulders. She felt powerful and unstoppable as he melted into her. 




Snow Angel



The kiss broke and she nuzzled herself into his throat, feeling his heart slamming into his chest in tandem with hers. In time with her! A tangle of limbs, sweaty bodies still one in the cramped space of the back seat, she held as tightly to him as she could, never wanting the moment to end.

"Now, you've marked the car." He whispered into her hair, "Feel better?" The dazzling smile he fixed on her melted her heart. She made an awful mess of the backseat even before the toe curling orgasm. He looked down at her, brushing hair from her cheek as their eyes met and she could see he felt it too.

Somehow knowing all that cum could be cleaned up made her feel better. Or maybe the faint scent of sex lingering in the interior soothed her. Either way, it was the first hurdle crossed. 

The race had only begun and it was an obstacle course for endurance and required a fearless heart. 

In the present, the memory provided a distant reassurance, but her confidence quavered. She waited as he stowed the bag into the trunk and eased into the driver seat. Silence. She didn't break into it, just stretched her short legs towards the warm air that blew out when he turned the car on.

"Princess." He began while the car edged through traffic. His onyx eyes stayed on the road ahead, curls styled respectable like the rest of him, down to the last expensive thread of his suit. He waited with the timeless patience of a stone and city traffic on a Friday.

"Yes my Prince?" She asked, not looking at him, she kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead of her.

"Have you thought about my suggestion?" 

Her heart did a nose-dive and splashed into her stomach while she squirmed deeper into her seat. "N-no." She stammered into the lie and balled hands into fists, willing the confidence back into her voice. Since he'd tossed the offer to the table almost a week ago she thought of little else.

"I know it's a lot to process in a short time. But it feels—right. Doesn't it?" 

She felt the 'D' rattle around behind her teeth d-d-d-d-does it? Closing her eyes she drew in a breath and reached for calm and strength. It really did feel right. So right. Terrifyingly right! A sunrise over castles right! Hot air balloons filled with rainbows, kittens and unicorns right!  Which meant it most certainly had to be wrong. "We have only b-been seeing each other a month." She said, pleased to only stumbled a few times on her tongue.

19 days, her eager inner voice argued, as though this were somehow better.

"As I said, a short time." He flashed her a coy look, as though he'd also done the math of days, hours, and heartbeats. Precious, each of them. "It is very difficult for me. Knowing you are in that—" he paused at the last moment, "part of town." It came out practiced eyes locked on the traffic.

"You could perch on my rooftop and guard me." 

He didn't respond and she felt an odd tickling in the back of her throat at the sense he might very well have. He'd tell her if she asked, but she wouldn't. The silence answered loud enough.

"If I have to sit in traffic anyway, I would rather have lovely company." He told her, reaching for her hand. Reflexively she threaded her fingers through his. 

"I d-do enjoy the ride to work." She allowed and her mouth felt dry and her pulse unsteady. The last time she'd tried to explain and ended up stuttering so baldy she reduced herself to tears of frustration, furious at her inability to explain what she wanted. It shouldn't be this hard.

"So, does that mean you will accept my offer? Put me out of my misery so I can have a full night sleep soon?" He smiled warmly at her from the side of his eye.

"It's not that I-I don't want to be with you." She said as careful as she could, breathing between the words. God, she wanted to be with him every moment. "I am a—book store clerk."

"And a very fine one Princess. What does that matter?"

You live in the Oakland hills! Her inner voice wailed and she opened her mouth to say it and ended up hissing out through her teeth instead. "I don't need your ch-ch-charity." She stuttered through her teeth and this time ducked her head. She didn't mean that. She knew he wasn't being charitable, but she needed to stop her heart from hammering holes in her belly.

In typical Leo fashion, he brushed off her would-be insult with a hand wave over the steering wheel. "I have a house with extra rooms. I want to spend more time with you and it's not like you wouldn't have your own space. Pay rent to me if it will make you feel more comfortable."

She'd refused every offer to come to his house, fearing she would fall for it as she had for him. What if she fucked this up? Better to make sure she wasn't going to bungle things with her inexperience first. The very last thing she wanted was for him or anyone to think she was with him for some financial gain. The thought made her stomach twist as she sat silently in her seat. 

He didn't say anything more until they arrived at the book store. "I know I'm pressing about this, but you don't have to—" 

She held up her hand to stop him, turning in her seat. "I don't need to be saved." The words came out with a quaver rather than stutter. "Do I need my safe word here? Stop. You refuse to answer any of my questions about your—"

"I'm not going to have that discussion here." The sharpening of his tone was an unexpected slap.

"But you are fine applying force to me? Because you know what's best for me? You won't even answer my questions. I-I—"

He cut into her stammer, "Ursa." His voice stayed firm and he looked from her to the clock and back to her with a pained expression. "We don't have time for this right now."

"Right, but you have plenty of time to corner me into an answer. You know, I don't even know what you do or where you work." She gave a shake of her head and pulled her hand away from his warm grip and drew her hand back. 

When he opened his mouth to speak, she pointed a finger at him, "Obviously, we both have to get to work." She opened the door feeling the angry tears sting her eyes.

"I'm sorry. " He leaned over into her vacated passenger seat, head cocked at her, dark eyes filled with worry. "I'll see you tonight. Be ready for the drive?"

His expression made her chest feel too tight and with a brush at her eyes, she nodded and leaned in to kiss his lips. "Drive tonight." She growled against his mouth. "I'm going to pay you back /so/ hard for pressuring me."

And with all the dignity her 5 foot-nothing-in-heels provided, offered him a view of her apple bottom in her new tight jeans before shoving the door closed with one round hip. That would give him something to chew over. She let her fingers caress the silver, flying B mascot on the car's hood with a last look over her shoulder before focusing forward and entered the store.

She didn't want to leave him after their first dust-up, but he was right, they both had to work. She thought her day started out bad, but little did she know it would only go downhill from here.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Vans was already in, regarding her with the amused smirk that seemed fastened to her lips whenever she looked at Ursa these days. "You think you look trendy, in your Bentley? Gunna be a snob and never act friendly?" She sing-songed.

"You are way too young to be that old school." Ursa said, trying to sound amused. Her mood after the argument with Leo left her feeling nauseous. 

"I'm not that young, we're both 21! Speaking of old; how is Daddy Warbucks? How old is he anyway?" There was something venomous about the way Vans phrased the question.

"Could we please not do this right now? Please?" The truth was, she didn't know the answer. Or his birthday. It matched all the other unknowns. This was her fault for not pressing, but he had a mysterious way of turning the conversation around when they were together. They always ended up talking about her. Ursa's life, dreams, inspirations and aspirations which somehow always led to mind-blowing sex in the back of the car. She wasn't sure if it was the sound of her voice, or her answers or just the timing. 

She wanted his conversation reversal skill to use on Vans right now. The woman was hunting and would not stop. "He is way too old for you. Thirty maybe? He's been picking you up from work and dropping you off. What's in it for him? You're not—you know, doing one of those Craigslist things are you?"

The question poked the hot spot leftover from Leo's persistence and kindled her anger, making her eyes sting. "Craigslist thing? What do you mean by that?"

"Prostitution Ursa. That's what I mean."

"N-No!" She felt punched in the gut and put a hand over her already turbulent stomach. "Why would you even ask such a thing? You know me. We've been friends for years Vans."

Vans eye swept down her nose at Ursa, "I don't know you right now. This person in new clothes, high heels and even a new God-Damn hairdo and makeup is not you. No! Ursa, that man is WAY out of your league in everything! Style, education, social circles, and financially." The way her eyes narrowed and lips slanted, silently said: 'Race'. Vans spoke with the firm dedication like she knew all the facts and her judgment was the only, absolute and unquestionable authority.

The hits just kept coming as Vans continued, edged tone slicing through Ursa, "Listen. I am your friend. Haven't I been trying to connect you with a good guy for a year or so now?"

Oh yes, Vans certainly had, it was always the same type of guy, as interesting and deep as a thimble of flat cola. They were the friends of the guy Vans dated and they resented being wingman for the fat chick.

"I only want to help you so some predator like him doesn't take advantage of you. It's not worth your dignity and pride to be someone's play thing for some pretty clothes." She sniffed indelicately. "This isn't you Ursa."

Why had Vans decided to bring out the nukes today? If this happened the day before, when she still felt the buzz of the crop in her hand, she would have a completely different response. This morning her splintered confidence floundered. She felt the stutter on the words, gritting her teeth. 

The silence gave Vans more running room for her mouth, "How did you even manage to hook up with him anyway? Did that rich, ice-queen bitch who's always in here set you two up?" The clerk's voice shook with passion.

"Marcie is not a bitch Vans and he is no predator." Her fury bullied over the stutter as tears burned her eyes. Why couldn't her rage be dry, rather than the flood?

"You sure she's not just pimping you out to him? Some rich woman like that takes a shine to you and you don't even question it?" Vans rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry Ursa. I know this has to hurt." Vans continued, mistaking the tears for sorrow rather than wrath. Sympathy twisted Vans lovely features finally; satisfied her words were getting through. "It'll be alright Ursa. You'll find someone who really appreciates you for who you are, instead of making you into something you're not. And certainly not someone who wants you to be a whore."

The one-two punch.

Ursa shrank back from Vans with both her hands over her stomach. She shouldered past the other woman, running for the restroom. In part to prevent herself from slapping the other woman, but she also knew she would be sick.

Vans didn't know how many times she refused the shopping trips Leo begged to take her on. He inspired her improved wardrobe, but she purchased all her own clothing. Her hairstyle wasn't new, the gold and amber highlights were all natural and she felt guilty for flaunting the exposed luster. As for the makeup, now she actually wore some. It made her brown eyes warm and open, rather than small and timid. For the first time in nineteen days, she felt meek again.

She didn't deserve him.

She knew this and had no illusions that it was only a matter of time before he came to his senses.

Vans only pointed out the painfully obvious. Leo would realize the mistake he was making soon. If Vans, her friend, assumed she sold herself out for product, everyone else would believe it if she moved in with him. 

She remained kneeling on the tile floor, curled against the door after being sick. Sadness replaced the fury, acid and adrenaline sloshing in her empty belly. They planned to go out of town for the monthly play party in Tahoe, but for the first time since she agreed to go, she felt the cold of uncertainty crawl around her queasy stomach. 

Pulling herself to her feet, she fixed the tear messed makeup and forced herself to get to work. She threw herself into her tasks, letting the morning routine block out her troubled thoughts. She did her best to avoid Vans into the afternoon. It was easy; she did the many menial tasks Vans avoided. Eventually she regained her composure, if not her confidence, until Marcie arrived around noon.

Vans didn't say anything; her sharpened gaze on Marcie was enough. The clerk didn't conceal her disapproval as Ursa met the woman at their usual spot near Human Sexuality. Marcie was dressed as impeccable as ever, like she stepped out of a fashion shoot for Burberry, or maybe Versace? Ursa was only fashion aware enough to know the clothing looked deliciously stylish and several tax brackets above her own. There was something classic about the heavy golden jewelry and navy skirt suit, Marcie looked both feminine and powerful.

Marcie's expression was thoughtful as she in turn watched Vans. "She is an interesting one. Do you think she might enjoy the party?" Marcie asked idly, "Now that I look at her, she does put off a serious subby vibe." She said it with a laugh, sliding her sunglasses down her nose to fix bottomless indigo eyes on Ursa. She startled, "my goodness, is everything alright darling?"

"Fine I guess. Vans subby? I honestly don't know. She's not been acting herself lately. Before I would have said she'd be up for any fun party but—" Ursa felt the tension of the morning still curled inside her. Vans at a party? Would that be a good idea? "Why do you ask?"

"A little birdie told me he had an interest. " Marcie smiled warmly at her.

"Someone you sent to the store?" 

Marcie gave a small tip of her head to indicate yes without saying it. For a moment Ursa considered telling Marcie about her nasty comments but the other woman changed subjects to the next bombshell of the day.

"I'm afraid I'm not here for our usual lunch, I'm leaving to get a head start on traffic and get things jumping for you wild animals to arrive." As Marcie spoke, she reached out and placed her long fingers on Ursa's shoulder, concern darkening her eyes. "I hate to offer additional trying news when you are having a challenging day already but—I need to give you a heads up. I sent out these invitations so long ago you understand, when Leo wasn't even interested in my parties, but now it appears The Ex is going to be at the Tahoe house for the weekend. She reached out to me this morning to say she was going to be there. I know you won't have any problems but I didn't want you to have some unfortunate run-in."

"W-what?" Ursa asked, the floor beneath her went unstable, her knees wobbly.

"Oh, it isn't so bad. Chances are you won't even see her. I already told Leo so he isn't blind-sided. You two are darling together, I don't want any obstacles."

Ursa put a hand over her tumbling stomach. She felt a vibration in her ears before it became a buzzing. 

"Honey." Marcie's voice sounded too soft as she gave her arm a squeeze. "That boat sailed a year ago."

"Maybe I shouldn't go." Ursa suggested, gulping a few times over the words.

"Why would you do that?" Marcie sounded startled and leaned back, "Did something happen?"

"Aside from finding out that his ex-lover is going to be there in a mask so I won't know to avoid her? Ah, and you're hinting my co-worker might be at the party too. No, I guess nothing happened. God. What do I do if she—" Ursa kept her voice low but her her emotions were unsteady.

"She can't offer him anything he would accept. The same rules apply to the Tahoe House as the Halloween party. You will have your key and tokens and he will be able to refuse anyone he doesn't want. I assume you'll have your pretty owl talons into him before he walks up the stairs, so she won't have a chance to pester him. He and I were intimate once as well but you're not threatened by me!"

"No. Of course not." She regarded her friend who gave her arm another squeeze.

"Good. Then smile. It's going to be a fantastic weekend."

"Marcie? How well do you know him?"

"I know him very well. It took some time though and some things he still keeps to himself. He likes his privacy. I don't think he ever talked about his scars. "

Scars? Ursa frowned as she tried to remember seeing scars on him but could only picture his dark, flawless skin. 

At her blank look, Marcie supplied more quietly, "On his back." 

She pictured his back, the broad, muscular arch of shoulders with his beautiful wings. There were no scars on the sexy landscape she explored with tongue and fingers more than once. 

"Oh dear, now I have you worried about him. I think he is just wary of over-sharing with people. He is quite the pain slut, there's no reason to think the scars were caused by something non-consensual. If you want to know, ask him. He's one of the most honest people I know. "

"Did you ever ask him about them?" Ursa asked and rubbed her hands over her stomach.

"I don't honestly remember. I must have, but --hhmm—" She lifted her shoulders carelessly and smiled. "Scarification is an interesting ritual. Like tattoos, the artwork is for a lifetime. I would rather not leave lasting marks." She teased in a low whisper. "At least not without full ownership." 

Marcie brushed the topic off. Ursa had no doubt she had not seen his wings. Was it true then? No one could see them but her.

"Anyway, I need to get on the road my sweet, I look forward to hearing what he says when you give him your little surprise." 

Ah yes! The news. Ursa nearly forgot in the tailspin. She felt a hot flush warm her face. "I'm so nervous." She said and admitted, feeling a smile curve her lips despite herself.

"Don't be. And don't worry about the weekend, you will be pampered! His Ex won't dare cause trouble or she won't be invited to my parties again."

"Marcie? Did you set Leo and I up -- for any particular reason?"

Marcie set her sunglasses on the end of her nose and smiled kittenishly down at her, "Yes my dear. Because I love playing match maker and I sensed two of my favorite people might be the perfect fit." She sounded and looked smug at the results of her meddling as she pushed the glasses into place. "Try not to distract that boy too much on the drive."

Ursa felt more heat rise to her cheeks and she smiled in relief, "No promises. We'll be safe though."

She couldn't wait for her shift to end and get out of the store and on her way out of that town to start her weekend with Leo! Miles away from her normal, boring life where she could pretend to be someone she wasn't. Someone worthy of her Cupid.

As her day progressed, she noticed Vans talking with a man and something prickled at her memory. The man with the cowboy hat and dirty appearance wasn't easily forgotten and not the type of person she imagined Vans wasting her time on. He'd been in several times over the past couple weeks though Ursa had been too distracted with Leo-inspired-bliss to pay attention until now. Maybe a party would do Vans some good. The woman needed a diversion! 

It wasn't until she clocked out that Vans cornered her again. The woman wore a particularly pleased smile on her face again, rain dampening her hair and jacket from her latest trip to dump trash, otherwise known as the nightly waste of time. "So, what are you going to do?"




Snow Angel



"Do?" Ursa asked, frowning up from her thoughts of the drive and focused on her friend.

"With daddy Warbucks. You really have got to break it off with him. Do it before you get hurt Ursa." Under the usual authoritative command she heard the plea. Ursa wanted to believe Vans had her best interest at heart. She watched out for Ursa. Right? 

"Stop calling him that. I'm g-going away with him for the weekend Vans." She admitted, and disbelief twisted her friend's features. "It's none of your b-business Vans." Before the woman could respond, she slammed her card into the clock and hurried out.

Rain fell in a steady patter and she pulled the hoodie of her sweatshirt up and padded out through the puddles, longing to throw herself into the warm arms waiting for her. Aside from a few employee cars, the parking lot stood empty. Unlike the past 19 days, Leo wasn't there with door open and arms crossed over chest. The grand exit she planned backfired. She wanted the comfort of his heartbeat in her ear and to kiss him until she was sure he wasn't just a dream.

Vans came out and walked to her car, throwing a cocky smirk over her shoulder as she slipped into her battered Ford Escort. Heart in her teeth, Ursa checked her cell phone. There were no messages, no texts; nothing. 

Rain soaked through Ursa's outer layers as time ticked by. Vans didn't drive off and Leo didn't pull in. Her cell phone remained silent. Through the windshield of her car, Vans watched and waited. Waiting for what? A sick feeling spread through the pit of her stomach.

When she moved into the shelter of the overhang to get out of the downpour she saw it. Her heart plunged into her shoes. A broken vase lay shattered against the wall beside the trash. The armload of roses were strewn around the bin, pink blooms beheaded. They had nothing to do with her, she told herself. Headlights gleamed off the shattered glass and crushed flowers and she moved a step forward, scanning the area for a note.

There it was, torn in two, limp from the rain. She bent to pick it up, hearing Vans' voice behind her, "Ursa, get in the car, I'll take you home. Ursa!"

She pieced the two halves of the small golden card together. Water smeared the ink making it difficult, but not impossible, to read; 'Princess ~ I am at your mercy. ~ L ~

"Ursa! Get out of the rain. Come on. Let's talk."

He tossed the flowers? The violence of the shattered glass wasn't like him. She turned to see Vans leaning out the car window, she'd driven close, her face looked pale in the yellow lamp light and rain. 

Staring at her 'friend', she dialed her phone, praying that it got through to Leo. 

"This is for your own good Ursa." 

"What did you do?" She asked when the call rolled direct to voice-mail. "What the fuck did you do?" Whirling on her co-worker, thrusting the tattered card at her. 

Vans eyes were hard, "Get in the car and I'll tell you."

"You tell me first. You fucking tell me what you did!"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me right? What did /I/ do? You are ridiculous! You think you are so much better than me? A couple weeks back when you were so busy playing the perfect employee and kissing the bosses ass, I came out here while Mister Money-bags was waiting for you. I gave him the fucking hummer of his life in the back of his car."

"What?" Ursa breathed out, blinking at Vans and the fury on her face. Suddenly she understood the emotion choking her friend: jealousy. "He wouldn't do that."

"No? Why not? You think you're the only one? You are not better than me!" 

Ursa gave a shake of her head to displace the information. Her heart refused to believe, but her mind played back the possible day it happened. He didn't want anything sexual that afternoon. He said he just wanted to talk. During dinner he acted even more tender and sweet than usual. That night, in the back of his car, he pleasuring her without cumming himself. Denying himself his orgasm completely. It was the first time he asked her to come home with him.

"That's right. I'm fucking him too Ursa. You know those nights you refuse to spend with him because you're 'afraid' of him seeing your dump of an apartment? I'm fucking him. He's fucking me. We're fucking. You can't expect a man like that to go without because of your pride. So, now the cats out of the bag, we can finally talk about this. You have a right to know how he and his pimp are using you."

Ursa's fingers curled against the card, eyes wide with shock. Why would he pressure her so much to be with him if he were—

"That's right Ursa. Every night after he dumps you, I'm the one getting a throat load of his jizz. I'm—"

"What?" She frowned, pushing the reeling emotions aside to focus on this fumble of words and her brows drew together.

"That's right Ursa! I swallow it all too. Do you? All this time you've been sucking him in the back of his car, can you taste my pussy on him?" Her lips curved into a nasty smile as she thought she twisted in the knife. "I'm so sorry Ursa. I just think you should know what sort of --"

But Ursa stopped listening. She might question Leo's fidelity but not his hard line for condom use. If he wanted to enjoy a blow-job from anyone, he'd tell her and it would be hot teasing. Not like this terrible possessiveness. This wasn't Leo. She looked at Vans who continued talking and stepped away, distancing herself from the woman.

"Get in the car Ursa. I will take you home. You know it couldn't end any other way. Better with a friend than to find out he's cheating on someone else behind your back." 

"What did you say to him?" Ursa asked, staring at the woman she thought was her friend. "Why would you do this to me?" 

Vans smirked, "I told him the truth. That he can do so much better. I'm doing this because we're friends and you are out of your mind right now. Now get in the fucking car."

"I'm not going anywhere with you." Tears mixed with the rain, they wouldn't stop. "You have no right to do this. We have something Vans. It's not just fucking."

"Right, that's why he drove off so fast when I told him you don't want to see him? Real deep Ursa. You need a relationship with someone you have something in common with. Trust me. I know what you need. I've known since we were in school."

This is what she traded her happiness for? The good opinion of this woman who wanted to hurt her. For years she accepted Vans advice. She put up with her teasing about her stutter, her shyness, her height, her weight and all her many flaws. She even subjected herself to some of the worst dates and relationships of her life at this woman's guidance.

"Ursa!" Vans disbelief pitched her voice sharper as Ursa moved through the rain towards the bus stop.

She felt chilled by the soaking rain and numb from the realization as she shouldered the wind and moved down the sidewalk, hoping Vans wouldn't jump the curb and run her down. The damage was already done. Leo did not even wait to talk to her and hear her side of the story. He actually believed Vans? 

Maybe the suggestion that The Ex would be there this weekend made his choice easier. She thought about her meager belongings in the truck of his car, the gear she'd purchased that she'd never use. Would she even see him again? Should she call Marcie to let her know? She was just digging out the cell phone when a horn honk behind her startled her. Vans.

But no, the car pulling along the sidewalk was the sleek Bentley and the window whispered down as Leo leaned out into the rain towards her. "Princess? Where are you going? It's raining you know." He sounded amused and playful and then apologetic, "I'm so sorry I'm late but I have good—my God. Ursa. What's happened? Are you alright?"

His features hardening with concern as he parked alongside her and swept out of the car. He grunted at the impact when she flung herself into his arms. "You're soaking wet. Ursa!"His arms wrapped around her, warm and solid and he cupped the back of her head as she pressed her face into his chest. "Let me help you into the car? You're going to catch cold!"

"Y-y-you....c-c-c..." She couldn't get the words out, teeth chattering, only half aware when he swept her off her feet and carried her around the car to tuck her into the passenger seat, wrapping the soft cashmere overcoat around her. It smelled so wonderfully like him, coffee and chocolate and the musky Leo scent. She curled into it, shivering. His careful hands checked her, touching her ribs and arms, checking for wounds but the tightness and worry didn't ease even after he assured himself she had not been physically hurt.

He closed her door and returned to the driver's seat, turning to her to cup her wet face in his hands. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I should have called or messaged. What in the world happened? Why are you walking in the rain? I'm not so late you expected I wouldn't show am I?" He turned on the heat and the seat warmer. When his hands wrapped around hers, she felt some of the numbness start to fade.

"You c-c-came back." She whispered.

"I wasn't ever here Princess. Traffic. What's going on?"

She struggled but explained what happened with Vans and the more she explained, the more horrified he became. When she got to the part about him fucking her, she couldn't even meet his eyes. 

His finger touch her lips, silencing her words on a particularly bad stutter and her eyes lifted to his. Tears gleamed in his eyes, "This is a friend? This Vans creature is a friend?" He asked, horrified. "Oh Ursa. My sweet Ursa." He leaned in and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her closer. His voice rumbled softly against her ear. "No one should have an enemy who treats them so rotten. Do you want to know something Princess?"

When she nodded he drew back, wiping at his eyes. "The day in question, when that creature thought she made me a grand offer for a blow-job, I was not kind in my refusal. A friend does not proposition their friend's boyfriend or girlfriend. I don't take kindly to anyone insulting my Lady that way. I was so stunned by her tactlessness, all I wanted to do was show you how much I adore you. Which, by the way, I do. I adore you. "

Ursa chewed at her lower lip and curled herself across the armrest so she could get closer to him. "I adore you too. I'm so sorry about the flowers." She whispered.

"There is nothing for you to apologize about Princess. I'm the one who should be groveling at your feet. I thought you didn't like them because you never mentioned the flowers. I kept getting more extravagant just to get a rise out of you so you'd say something. I will correct this oversight." His sounded so fierce, she shivered. "Has this creature made you question me?" He asked, searching her face.

She squeezed her eyes closed and gave a small nod of her head. "I don't understand why you would refuse her, but I believe you did."

"Why would I refuse her?" He looked stricken, a shudder running through him, "First of all, because she is repugnant! Second, because you and I are together. If I wanted to sample anyone else, I would talk with you before acting on my desires. Third, I don't want anyone else."

Ursa let out a small, nervous laugh, "Why wouldn't you?"

"I see today has taken a toll on your confidence. I have never felt this way about anyone Ursa." He lifted a hand and cupped her cheek. "You do not believe it yet so I plan to use all my skills to convince you." He caressed his thumb over her lower lip and whispered, "I feel so strongly it terrifies me. Particularly when your 'friend', and I use this term loosely, would rather throw herself at me than see you happy." He watched her, "You are happy with me, aren't you?"

She felt warmth in her cheeks and tears brimming in her eyes, "Yes." She answered, squirming against the warmed leather, lost in his dark eyes. The cold clung to her rain soaked clothes but her teeth had stopped chattering.

"Do you still want to go away for the weekend? Would you rather stay home?" He asked softly, brushing away her tears with his thumb. "You know the Ex will be there. I don't want you confused about my intent with her."

"I want to go." She murmured. 

His expression was troubled, "You promise not to take anything she says or does to heart? I don't want to go if it will make you doubt me and us."

It took a moment for her to consider his words and she nodded to him. "If we are going to be together, I can't and won't avoid her. I want to continue this lifestyle and I want to do it at your side." She shivered as he smoothed hands through her wet hair.

"You'd best get changed into some dry clothes then." He moistened his lips as he drew back into his own seat, watching her attentively.

"Why do I get the feeling you just want me out of these clothes."

"Because you know how much I enjoy having you naked!" He answered easily. "You can be naked under my coat."

She squirmed at the direct look he gave her but felt her smile returning. "You're impossible." She whispered. 

He nodded in agreement, completely unapologetic. "Shall I get you a change of clothes then? Or..."

But she was already wriggling out of her soaked shirt and dropped it to the lambswool rugs on the floorboards. The diamond pattern of the red leather against her spine felt quite nice, contrasting with the warmth from the heater and the plush texture of cashmere. "Going to make a mess of your fancy car." She teased, dropping the bra and then wriggled out of her snug jeans. The rain made the task challenging, the fabric felt shrunk to her body, clinging to her.

"It's only rain. Can't be as bad as other things we've put on these seats my sweet." He paused a moment longer, watching her and then leaned in and kissed her softly. "I look forward to making up for pressuring you all weekend Princess."

His peppermint breath tickled over her mouth as she kissed him back, shivering when his hand slipped under the coat to cup her bare breast. The pad of his thumb caressed over the perked bud of flesh. "You're still cold, perhaps we should just go to my house and I can warm you up properly."

She gasped at the slow circling of her nipple, arching towards him. He pinned the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and pulling it until she whimpered and cried out in delight. "We should g-go to the...mmmm....fuck, Leo!"

"Yes. Fuck Leo. That sounds delicious." He teased her nipple again, kissing her neck.

"Oh, you're already in trouble! No fucking for you." She covered his hand with hers to still his caress. "I can't believe you're real. Tonight—I thought...."

"I'm not going anywhere Princess, unless you release me." He looked past her, into the rainy night and his brows furrowed. 

She followed his gaze, twisting around, and saw Vans parked across the street, staring back with jaw set and eyes hard.

"Maybe she just wants to watch us fucking." He suggested bowing his head forward, black curls falling loose to tickle against her neck while he planted warm kisses to her skin. 

"I don't think that's a look of desire. It's more like blood lust." Ursa said quietly and cupped his face, drawing his attention up with the steady coaxing of her palms. "We should go. Can we just go? I don't want to provoke her." She curled into his side, feeling a prickle along her spine. Images of the vase of roses shattered violently. "She wants you very badly." She pushed the prospect of Vans going to the party out of her mind. 

He turned his head, kissing her palm, "I'm taken." He answered, reinforcing his words with a slow caress along her nipple, squeezing the breast before letting his hand slip away. "Of course we can go Princess."

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Traffic was horrible. Not shocking for a Friday at rush hour, but with them both pent up from the day, each mile felt like hours. Ursa curled against his side and pressed her cheek to his shoulder, letting the tension uncurl from her as they sat in traffic. 

"We should have taken today off and gone up earlier." He murmured, turning down the music to speak to her. She lifted her head with a small laugh. 

"I don't think I could have skipped a day."

He made a small sound in the back of his throat and then asked, softly, "would you have allowed me to support you for the day?" 

She wanted to say 'no' instantly but as she watched his serious profile, felt herself smiling. "If you start supporting me, you'll discover you have to continue indefinitely."

"That is a completely acceptable risk for me."

"Why would you want to do that?"

He smiled and glanced at her and then slid his hand over to cover her knee through the coat. "I have a particular kink that includes lavishing my Mistress with all the comforts she desires and many she's never dreamed of. So, it's for selfish reasons."

"Did you ever do this with The Ex?"

Leo's smile slipped away and he shook his head. "Our partnership was different Ursa. We were strictly together during events when she desired my company. It was fine for a time but I needed more. "

She slid her hand to his chest, covering his heart and she could feel the warm murmur of pleasure vibrate through him and cuddled herself in closer. 

"As I said—I've never felt this way about anyone Ursa."

"Not even this?" She asked, fingers drifting down his stomach to cover his belt buckle and then lower to cup his cock in her palm, gasping at how hard he was already in the slacks. "Oh!"

"Certainly not /this/." He growled and smiled impishly at the road ahead of him.

"It's a long trip." Her fingers deftly unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, watching his face in the shifting lights of the cars and trucks on the highway.

"Oh Mistress." He growled with a pang of need. "I've wanted you so desperately all day. Since you swaggered out of the car shaking that fine ass. You sexy minx." 

"I might even pleasure you. Or, I might just tease you to teach you about the risks of pressuring me." She smiled as his body tensed, enjoying the way his hips shifted, thighs tightening and she longed to coax him out and see him bare for her.

"Whatever you desire." He murmured, voice low and respectful.

"I want to know what you do for a job." She murmured, "Since you are clever and able to twist the conversation around on me, maybe this will keep you focused on answering me." She traced his cock through the silk boxers, the red fabric matched the leather seats of the car.

His throat worked and he shifted under her fingers, his cock swelling thicker, bobbing against the fabric towards her faint touches. "I am Chief Financial Officer at a large corporation." 

"Ah, so that's why you are so bossy." She teased and rewarded his answer by pulling the boxers and pants down with some careful adjusting of cloth and his hips. Bowing forward, she brushed a kiss to his exposed hip, her damp hair tickling over his stomach, making him suck in a sharp breath.

"Yes Mistress. And why I enjoy you taking control of me."

"What company do you work for?"

He hesitated and she paused in her stroking.

"Do you not trust me with the information? Think I might tell someone what you do in private?"

He made a small, pained sound and squirmed a little more. "No. Of course not."

"Would you take me to a company event? Or would you be ashamed?" She asked, frowning up at him.

"Mistress! I'm never, ever, ashamed of you. Of course you'd come with me to events if you—" he blinked and glanced at her, curious and eager suddenly, "Are you suggesting you would want to go?"

That question she didn't expect and of course he'd turn the questions on her. She playfully squeezed his balls and he whimpered in that sweet mix of pain and pleasure. "We're talking about you right now boy. I'm glad you wouldn't be ashamed to introduce me to your vanilla work mates. How would you introduce me?"




Snow Angel



"That depends on if you're living with me and if....ughn...Mistress. I--I'd introduce you as my girlfriend." Oh he was adorable with the hesitations and squirming and she released her grip on him and bowed forward again and he whimpered as she blew a soft breath over the head of his cock. 

"Not Mistress?" She asked, "Are you sure? Maybe I'd write 'slut' on your chest under that fancy shirt before we go."

He shivered and groaned softly, trying to bite back the sound. They were still crawling through the traffic and she worried she might distract him too much. She relented a little, sitting up but wrapped her fingers around the base of the beautiful cock, squeezing and stroking. 

"I would find out where you work if we go to this party. Why try to hide it from me if you're not worried?"

"Because I've never shared that before."

"Marcie must know."

"Well, yes....but that was so long ago. Before we both got serious in the lifestyle. You're right though, it doesn't make sense now that we're dating. I work at Adler Enterprises. " He waited but when she didn't say anything, added, "They are a large environmental corporation. There are a number of subsidiaries as well that focus on various aspects. It's—a large company."

"I've heard of them." Ursa was pleased her voice didn't flounder. "They're—huge."

He mmmm'd at her and nodded his head in agreement, amused by her understatement.

She felt awestruck. CFO at Adler. She stared at him and realized why he did not want to tell her. She felt instantly intimidated by him—except she was the one with his cock squeezed under her greedy fingers. She was the one who controlled him right now. "What would happen if your bosses found out?"

"Found out about you?" He grinned at her, "I'm not keeping you a secret Mistress."

"No, I mean about the lifestyle."

"I keep myself very well masked and one of my co-workers is a member of the play parties as well. I watch his back, he watches mine. I keep my personal life away from work. Well—until this beautiful Owl swept in and ruined me."

"Oh? Ruined are you?" She asked with a laugh and stroked up his length and back down to his balls. "Poor, sweet boy. So ruined!" She purred as he moaned and his hips bucked towards her hand in a primitive, needy movement. "You might just cum all over that steering wheel. I wonder how hard I can make you cum."

"Mistress please! I can't—" 

"Oh, but I think you can." She purred against his neck while stroking against him. It felt so nice, pressed into his side with her bare breasts and stomach and the overcoat shielding her chilly body while she stroked his massive cock and the car traveled the congested freeway.

He gritted his teeth around the moan of pleasure and she smoothed her thumb over the slippery slit at the crown, smearing his pre-cum into his skin. His whole body tensed, heart hammering wildly. "The drivers in those cars might see you." She whispered between her kisses up to his ear. "When you cum, they'll be so jealous of me, because I'm the one who has you and I'm the one who owns these orgasms. Isn't that right?"

"Yes Mistress. Oh fuck yes." His steely resolve fractured as her fist few up and down his dark cock, her fingers pale around him. The pre-cum drooled more freely now, making the shaft slippery like lube for her as she moved faster over him.

"Cum for me." She whispered and bit against his ear lobe, caressing with her tongue as she stroked, pumping her fingers around him, palm tight against the achingly hard prick until he let out a broken roar of pleasure. Under her grip, he swelled, pulse thundering along his length and he bucked in her hand as cum gushed from him.

It was one of the most beautiful images of her life. The pearly fountain shot from the swollen head, the force of his broken restraint giving enough pressure to gush his seed all along the steering wheel and the console. Cum trickled over her fingers and wrist as she continued to stroke him, milking out every last drop of his spunk. 

They'd always used condoms before. His orgasms were controlled and captured before she could see the wonderful creamy mess of it. She moaned, squirming in her seat, feeling her sex pulse and tighten in needy echoes of his climax. 

He panted roughly in the driver's seat, shuddering and shaken at the skin on skin contact during the hand job and even now, he shivered and quaked as she held him, his cock remained rock hard despite his glorious climax. "Fuck." He whispered and glanced at her, expression dreamy.

"Eyes on the road." She teased him and leaned down to get her shirt and used it to clean up what she could. The cold rain-damp shirt against his hot manhood made him gasp in surprise. She even managed to tidy up most of the other mess, grinning to herself.

He stayed silent, eyes on the road, brows drawn together in a thoughtful, heavy-lidded gaze. She dropped the shirt onto her pants, wrapping the stains on the inside. Then she leaned into his side, cheek on shoulder and listened to the traffic and the background music she'd forgotten about. 

"Mistress?" He asked after a very long time.

"Yes Cupid?"

"We didn't use a condom."

"Mmm, we didn't." She looks up at him and saw the tight lines around his mouth and drew her head back. 

He glanced at her and his expression softened, "I'm glad. I didn't think you would want to—touch it. I'd heard...."

"Cupid—" She cuddled back into his side. "I really, really liked it."

His breath came out as a small whimper of pleasure and his arm looped around her, pulling her in closer. She must have drifted to sleep in the curve of his arm and chest. Somewhere beyond the steady thrum and dreams she felt the warm caress of hands over her breast and lower on her stomach.

Sleep drifted away as she woke to the sensation of his big hand cupping her sex, his thumb playfully circling her clit. Her eyes flew open and lights of the highway flickered overhead faster than the steady flare of headlights in the traffic jam. They were driving at a good speed down a straight length of freeway.

She murmured in pleasure and let her legs fall open wider as a thick finger slowly pressed into her pussy. "Hello my sweet." Leo growled huskily as the finger claimed her. He curled it upward to her G-spot, knowing just where to caress to make her body respond with a buck and arch for more. "So greedy! Is this how you always are when you wake up? Mmmmm!"

"Leo." She gasped and reached down to clutch his wrist.

"ssshhhh! Let me feel you sweetheart. Please Mistress. You are so hot and wet. I want to pleasure you."

She cried out as his fingers shifted inside her, drawing out and then a second joined the first, and anther thrust and a third joined the pair and she felt impossibly stuffed with her Leo. 

Her Leo. 

She moaned out his name and gripped his wrist, not to stop him though, just to feel the strength in him.

"Oh God you're slick and ready. You need this don't you?" He whispered just above the growl of the engine and road noises around them in the car.

"Yes!" She cried out and his fingers curled, relaxed and plunged in deeper before drawing out to thrust all the way in and flex, pressing into the heat of her until she screamed in pleasure. "Don't stop." She begged him, writhing and fucking against the trio of fingers smearing her wider.

"Never!" He snarled and fucked her with his fingers faster and harder. It was her imagine maybe, but the car seemed to go faster. Faster! FASTER! And she was cumming, screaming out his name as her climax overwhelmed her. Her body bowed against the plush leather seats and the overcoat slipped down and away from her thrashing body but all she cared about was the long, dark fingers pleasuring her.

It was just a beginning though, he fingered her through the climax, drawing it out with skillful ripples of fingers and then plunged in again, fucking her with them again to build her up. He crooned at her, watching her out of the corner of his eye while his focus remained on the road. Even with his attention splintered on his driving, he could send her right over the edge again, screaming and begging for more.

"Tahoe and our room cannot be here fast enough." He said brokenly. 

On impulse, before he could think to coax her into another of those mind-blowing orgasms, she pulled at his hand, drawing him from her and lifted his fingers to her mouth. 

"What are you—oh /fuck/!" He groaned and shuddered as she wrapped her lips around his fingers and suckled the sticky girl-cum from his fingers. Her watched him grip the steering wheel hard with his free hand as she deep throated two of his fingers. "Mistress!" His eyes burned darkly into hers and for a moment, she wasn't sure if he wasn't going to park on the side of the freeway and have his way with her. 

She sucked his fingers clean and then slurped her lips wetly off his fingertips making him jerk his hips wantonly in the driver's seat. "Mmmm! A shame you've never had a taste of that before." She crooned at him as she nuzzled her cheek into his palm.

He made a low, primal snarling sound and reached over to her, pulling her up against him as much as he could while keeping his attention on the road. "You are so fucking sexy."

She went with his pull; ending up sprawled over the arm rest as she cuddled in against his side. He thought she was sexy! The smile couldn't get any wider as she curled herself in against his side and smoothed her hand across his chest, playfully teasing his tie around her fingers. He threaded his fingers through her hair and coaxed her head to his shoulder where she settled in, her other arm sliding around him.

They stayed that way for most of the drive. When she looked up at him, his wide, dreamy smile still touched his lips. He glanced down at her and winked, squeezing her with the arm he had around her. It felt natural and relaxed and perfect. She pushed the memory of her day aside along with the fears for the future. She should go after what she wanted and craved, not worry about what other people thought or wanted. I wasn't until they made their stop to change into their costumes did the nervous flutter in her stomach begin. 

He'd arranged a room at Granlibakken resort for the weekend where his car would be kept while they stayed at the Tahoe house. It was part of the usual arrangement; guests and patrons keep their identity protected which included the cars of those parties invited. This was the usual place he stayed and a limo would come get him first while another came for her. Part of the game and ritual were for guests and patrons to arrive separately. 

The room was beautiful and it seemed a waste they wouldn't get to enjoy it. There was a balcony and fireplace and a spa tub. It was far too nice to only hold their normal clothes. A bottle of wine chilled on the marble counter along with a pair of glasses and a small try of finger foods and flowers. 

Flowers.

She received flowers a couple times in her life, the grocery store bouquets in plastic. Once for a birthday and once from a blind date. Neither of those were roses. There were long stemmed, champagne pink roses spilling over the vase with ivy and hydrangeas cascading from table to the floor. It was the sort of arrangement she would expect at a wedding. 

He admired her gawking at the arrangement and poured her a glass of wine, kissing her cheek. None of this seemed unusual for him, like this was all simply part of his nature. Was it?

"I realize I should only get you flowers so I can watch you. You're lovely when you blush this way." His fingers brushed along her knuckles as he offered her the wine glass. "All the way to the roots of your hair."

"This is all too..."

"Get dressed Princess." His husky whisper teased her skin before he drew back, drifted into the adjoining room to change. She dressed trying not to think of him doing the same in the only a few feet away. Maybe they could stay there for the weekend instead. 

All the doubts came crashing in as she affixed the owl mask to her face and arranged her hair. She'd repaired the costume, replacing feathers and fabric that came loose or torn. It felt a bit like going back in time as she regarded her reflection in the mirror. From the overnight bag she drew out the heavy envelop and fanned her face lightly with it. The News  for Leo.

The News happened to be her test results from when she'd gone in to get on the pill. Negative for every STD under the sun; from crabs to HIV. Because she and Leo started the steps towards being fluid bound, that is-- intimate together without using a condom. She hoped this would be a good starting point for them. 

Yes, they'd kissed but otherwise the restrictions and limitations had not changed. She understood he didn't want to rush into anything but assumed his hesitation was not feeling completely confident of her health. 

Strangely, either because she was naive or trusting, she didn't question his health. There was no doubt in her mind he would be healthy since he always used a condom with her. Somehow, until she got her tests come back, she questioned herself. She used a condom just as faithfully, but she always felt his shadow of concern —as though he feared she would rub something bad on him somehow. 

Hopefully this would be the last straw to tip the balance. Between her health green light and the pill, he could let go of more of his regulations. Safe was fine, but she wanted to feel him skin on skin. Wanted him to taste her. Wanted to taste him. Wanted to be one completely with him without anything in the way.

She'd never had sex without protection but how much different could it really be? She gave another fan of the card and tucked it under her arm. She'd leave this with him when he departed for the house so he could read it on the way. Then he wouldn't feel pressured and she wouldn't feel embarrassed. It was bad enough that Marcie took her to the clinic for her tests.

Would she feel more open to the possibility of moving in with him once all the barriers were removed? Her heart beat faster when she thought of such a move. It seemed quick, and yet after the drive, she knew quickies in the back of his car wouldn't satisfy her much longer.

He wanted to take care of her, and she felt a flush of pleasure and excitement quickly snuffed by guilt. She wasn't used to anyone taking care of her. Wasn't that too old fashioned? Maybe she could go to school and get her degree. Maybe she could go for a career suited to her rather than something to make ends meet. 

Shame for considering using him for any sort of self advancement burned her cheeks. What was she thinking?

Returning to the main room she found Leo—now Cupid—adjusting the quiver of pink arrows over his broad shoulder. Most of his body was exposed to her, the coco brown of his skin gleaming with the luster of the oils he used, the chocolate scent teased her. Muscles tightened along his back and biceps and for a moment she stood at a distance admiring him. She'd not seen him bare like this since the last party. Their play times had been stolen moments in the backseat of his car. As exciting and titillating as it was, it hardly allowed her this delicious view. 

His outfit was the same he wore for Halloween, the mask crafted with creamy feathers, the costume a mere Romanesque leather arming skirt, with sandals on his feet. More than just his handsome body, his wings were displayed for her. The strap caught between the longer primary feathers of one wing and he worked to correct the snag. "Wait—let me help you."

He looked up at her voice, smile softening, and stopped wrestling with the gear. She moved behind him and separated feathers from strap so the quiver settled against his spine. When she'd first seen him, the wings really seemed fake. A few short weeks of her smoothing them whenever he allowed her, gave them a metallic luster. 

She opened her mouth to ask the question always poised on her lips: 'Why do you have wings?' The question got lost somewhere between her brain, throat and mouth. 

He spoke into the silence her hesitation provided.

"What's that?" He nodded his chin towards the envelope in her hand and flicked his feathers fee of her careful hold. Stronger than they looked, the small wings folded in close to his spine. Hiding. He threw the fur cloak over his shoulders, concealing the lovely wings and his magnificent body from view.

"A little gift for you." She murmured, hesitating to hand over the envelope. She didn't want to be there when he opened it. 

The smile he gave her was dazzling, as though he could read her mind or maybe the disappointment showed despite the mask. He held out his hand towards her and the gift she withheld for the moment.

"You have to wait to open it until you're in the limo." She said, and met his gaze.

"Alright. Sounds very mysterious."

She hesitated but when the knock came to the door, she passed the card with its surprise to him and reached up to cup his cheek. "I'll see you up at the house." Her words sounded choked. Why did her heart try to wrestle free of her ribs? For a moment the desire to beg him to stay and not do this weekend nearly overwhelmed her.

He regarded her with calm, honest delight. "I can't wait Mistress." He towered over her, bowing forward so he could nuzzle affectionately into her hand. 

Then he drew away to answer the door, gave the big man in the domino mask his code word and response phrase and stepped out into the chilly night.

It wasn't until she pulled on her own silvery cloak that she realized she didn't give him her token. She would correct that first thing when she found him at the house. 

She checked her satchel with trepidation. Inside she'd packed the gear for the pony play and races. Most of it he received from The Ex. He assured her there was nothing sentimental behind it. But even before finding out The Ex would be there, she didn't feel right using these things. 

Ursa purchased a new harness, but hers looked shabby compared to the blonde Italian leather, silver buckles and the chest piece with arrows piercing lewd looking roses. Each of the straps were lined with fur padding. Hers had no tooling, stitching or lining and the buckles were nickle with a single a d-ring in the center of the chest. The snow boots had a mixture of tooled leather and silver buttons ringed by bells that chimed with movement. The inside was lined and fringed with fur extending up to his knees. 

A deeper disquiet smothered her. He deserved better than she could provide.

The knock at the door came as she was arranging the boots, distracted from her thoughts. She opened the door to find a man in the same uniform of black tux and domino mask as the driver who'd taken Leo away. 

This man cracked a smile down at her before growling, "Miss Perez requests the honor of your company at the Winter Wonderland." His arms remained crossed over his chest while he waited for her response.

She felt more relaxed in her reply this time, it came easier and without hesitation. "It is my pleasure to accept the privilege of the House-Mistress's generous invitation."

"Your word lady?" "Tangerine."

He offered out a hand to take her satchel and traded it for the thick envelope. She double checked she had her card and the key proclaiming her a patroness and providing access to the private areas. Not quite at ease, she shoved away the sensation of dread and walked to the car.

The limo door opened and the women inside gave cheerful waves back to her. The group of gemstone colored women behind their masks. Ruby Otter, Sapphire Fox, Amethyst Badger, Emerald Bear, Topaz Lynx. Ruby drew her into a fierce hug when she'd settled into the seat and the group broke into cheerful laughter. "Oh Opal Owl! You are with us! How exciting!"




Snow Angel



They passed her a drink and she experienced a moment of dejavu as she settled into the seat. This trip to the house was more comfortable and shorter than the Halloween trip. It was like seeing old friends after too long away. "And are you going to meet that delicious Archer at the house? You two are so damn adorable."

She felt herself smile, warmth sneaking into the unsettled pit of her stomach. "Yes. I am. We have been looking forward to this." 

"You should put your mark on that boy." Topaz told her with a salute of her glass.

Ursa felt herself blush, glad for the dark and her mask to hide the expression. "That's moving a little quick." She admitted.

Ruby beamed at her and crossed long legs over one another, rubbing them together with a sensual friction. "When something is right, it's right. Don't let a good thing slip you by."

"How do I know it's a good thing?" Ursa asked, honestly not completely certain.

It was Sapphire who answered, "Follow your intuition. My darling has a pierced nipple and I got him a pretty token to hang from it. Your Archer might enjoy something a little harder." She lowered her voice, "Does he?"

Ursa squirmed slightly, "I think he does. We haven't had a chance to push any limits for me to find out. I just—it's fast is all." Perfect and wonderful but quick. Like the drive which ended too soon. She didn't have time to gather her thoughts before they were pulling up to the lodge and helped out into the cold, snowy night.

She promised to meet them for breakfast, received the satchel and hurried up the steps, thoughts on getting her token affixed to Cupid. Maybe more than just getting the token on him but seeing those dark nipples pierced for her pleasure. An eager, metallic need thrummed against her belly at the thought.

Snow fell earlier but the path was clear. She moved gingerly to avoid slipping on the ice. The sky above was a deep sapphire pierced with sparkling starlight. The moon at its half phase hung in the air above the enormous lodge. It made the hotel were they'd left the car seem modest in comparison. Two, three story wings fanned out on either side of the pillars forming the covered courtyard leading up to the main doors. The exterior was a mix of raw timber and slate, illuminated by torches to guide visitors inside.

"Well, hello there." A friendly voice murmured at her side as a tall, lean man fell in step with her. The mask looked like a bird of prey, a hawk she thought, not a mask she remembered. Beside him were three other men, each decorated in lively colors, like handsome flowers. She found herself staring between Rose, Poppy and Iris for a moment before Hawk cleared his throat.

"Oh. Hello." She lifted a hand to double check her mask stayed secure while her eyes raked over bare chests and tight abs. It didn't hurt to look. 

Right? 

No keys rested on those sleek muscles which meant they were guests rather than patrons. A warning raced through her. Why were they coming to her directly out here rather than waiting inside where it was warm? Their handsome faces were expectant as they looked over her cloaked body, hungry smiles all around.

"We were wondering if you were looking for company for your weekend." Hawk said as he stepped in close, making her change her step so he wouldn't brush against her. She could smell the warmth of liquor on his breath, something cinnamon, spicy and sweet.

"Are you new to the house?" She asked, feeling the pressure of their warmth. Several other guests moved towards the house giving them looks with open disapproval. Ursa wasn't sure if it was directed at her, or at the cluster of men.

"Yes, this is new for us. Exciting right?" Said the young man in the rose costume, his mask an elaborate collection of petals. They were attached to his naked shoulder, chest, and the loin cloth. She found herself staring at the trail leading down to his powerful hips and let out a soft breath.

"You were allowed to arrive early so you could get in and settle yourself inside for a patron to admire." She explained to them, motioning with her hand for them to go ahead.

"But why go inside when you are right here. Maybe we don't want anyone else." Hawk said, looking her over expectantly. 

"What?" Ursa took a step back, wanting to put space between herself and these eager men. Would the same rules of the house be enforced out on the path to the lodge? She'd not even checked in past the door.

"Come on, you won't get a better offer than this." Iris said behind the purple silk of his mask. Dressed only in an elaborate loin cloth matching the mask. The fire in his blood apparently kept him warm enough.

"You're mistaken. Thank you for the offer, but no thank you." She moved forward again but found Hawk blocking her way now with the man in the orange poppy costume right at her back.

They didn't expect getting turned down. The quad exchanged amused smiles, like they found her refusal a cute game. "That's not very nice of you. Or, do you like playing hard to get?" Iris asked, moving to block her other side.

"Actually, since I'm a patron, I have the selection of anyone I want." She forced her voice to remain steady. Moving forward, she prepared to shoulder past the big men so she could make it up the stairs and into the warmth and safety waiting inside. "Just go ahead inside and wait for someone to select you. That's how this game is—"

"Don't you dare turn away from us fatty." Hawk grabbed her arm and yanked her back to him, making her drop the bag of gear. His hands were hard against her bare arm and he tore back her cloak to expose her feather and silk dress, leering down at her.

"This isn't funny. Let me go." She said, feeling a chill of panic as she lost her balance with their jerking. She stumbled forward, arm yanked violently as he kept her from falling only because he wrenched her arm savagely.

"Like it rough don't you? Yeah, that's what I thought. All you kinky bitches hide behind your masks and think you can put men in their place?"

She never expected to need her safe word. When she thought about her limits of rough play, she couldn't imagine a time when she'd use it, particularly with her Cupid. She didn't think it would come in handy for something outside of sex. She never thought she would need it to avoid being physically assaulted in a very un-sexy way. "Tangerine. You mother fucker better let go. This is not what I want."

"We're not going to stay here and obey any of the rules. We're going back to our car and we'll see how far we can push you. We have our own rules."

For a second, she thought they might get away with it. They were moving her off the stairs; the crowd was mostly inside by now. Maybe people thought this was just some arranged fun. She screamed out her word again, digging her feet into the ice until the heel broke off. They drug her down another step, her knee banging on the cobbles. Her knee skid over stone, sending a spark of pain and fear through her while she struggled against them. The quad tried to keep her in their circle of bodies, preventing others from seeing. It reminded her of Stag and the Dove at the Halloween party. What horrors would they do if they got her to the car?

"What's going on here?" This voice sounded familiar, but her skewed mask prevented her from seeing through the eyeholes. A booze scented hand clamped over her mouth.

"She had too much to drink. We're taking her back to the car." Poppy said, his voice cheerful and amused as he pushed her forward, forcing ahead her despite her bracing against him. Her arm twisted back and she let out a muffled cry of pain.

"She's bleeding. Did she give you her token? Why don't you boys let me bring her into the—"

"She didn't give us shit. We're taking what we want! Now get the fuck out of our way." Hawk that time and she struggled harder against them, her voice muffled behind the hand clamped against her mouth.

"Ah." Understanding and disapproval in the single sigh of breath. "You should let me take her in now. It will be easier on you boys." 

The four men holding gripped her tighter, pulling her like taffy, grinding her joints in their effort. She heard the fast footsteps coming closer. More abductors? The old training she learned from her mother came back to her as she pulled against the grip of the men. Time felt strange with her adrenaline spiked and heart racing. It both took forever and speed too fast. They only managed to get her down down a couple steps but it felt like miles.

She twisted into the man beside her, hooking her leg through his, tripping him. When his hand shifted over her mouth she caught the flesh between her teeth and bit down as hard as she could. He released her arm and she struck out blind, but instinctively upward with the heel of her hand, hitting a jaw or maybe a nose. The impact sent a buzz of pain through her wrist and arm.

Suddenly she was free! Nearby she heard the jolting sound of an electric device charging and then the bark of pain when it made contact with flesh. She fell, elbows and knees slamming into the ice slick stones as skidded downward in a knot of limbs with the man she'd tangled in her leg and took down with her.

She tasted blood in her mouth and spit, calling out blindly, "Tangerine! Tangerine! Get the fuck off me!" Kicking her feet, she struck the man several times pleased at the grunts of pain. He finally managed to roll away, allowing her to get free and still she kicked and lashed out, wanting to hurt them. Furious!

"Easy Owl! Easy!" The man who'd distracted the group called out, but he didn't touch her. Her mask had come off during the scuffle. The cloak had been ripped away as well. Heat rushing to her face as people walking by peered curiously at her. She felt naked!

The man looming over her wore a green dragon mask, his azure eyes peered at her in concern from behind the emerald leather. His mouth formed a hard line as he bowed down lower. This was the man from the pony races who seemed disappointed by the women trying to distort the games into a competitive sport rather than enjoyable game. 

"Where's your mask?" He asked.

She lowered her gaze with a mute shake of her head. Her words were locked in a stutter behind her teeth.

Several men in suits were dealing with the attackers; there were two suits for each of them. One of the doormen came to kneel beside her next to Dragon, his frowning expression behind the domino mask matching the other man.

She must look like a wreck. Every joint ached from the tussle, slip and fall. Her body would be bruised all over. Her emotions spiraled from relief to fury then fear to horror. 

"Do you know those men? What happened?" Dragon asked her, still not reaching out to touch her but not moving away either. 

"N-N-no-"...she gritted her teeth and willed herself past her adrenaline hazed response. "They ambushed me. I t-t-turned them down they said they have a c-car here. I didn't think that was allowed."

"It's not Lady." The doorman said firmly. "Are you alright? Can you stand? We should get you inside and warm and see to your wounds. This is not how the house conducts or supports play. We will question them inside and would like a statement from you."

Was she alright? Unprotected, unshielded, shaken and sore but she felt 'okay'. She nodded reaching out to take the hand of Dragon who pulled her up. Only when she got to her feet did she remember the satchel and her packet. The bag and envelope where gone along with the cloak and mask. She frowned from Dragon to the doorman in the suit with a sinking feeling in her stomach. "My things are g-g-gone." She whispered.

All her tokens. Her card. Only her key rested safe between her breasts and she reached up to grasp it to assure herself it was still there. A bruised ache of fear replaced the relief at being safe.

"House-Mistress will be pissed." Dragon rumbled at her side, using his large body to block her from searching eyes. "Let the doormen take you inside. I'll let her know what's happening." He squeezed her arm, "Don't worry, they will take care of you." He looked past her to the doorman in question and inclined his head before drawing back and striding for the house, his expression grim.

"Lady." The doorman offered his arm and she took it, glad of aid as she limped along with him off stairs and onto another path leading around the house and away from the sound of people and music. The quad of young man in their masks went with them in silence. 

The door he unlocked opened into the kitchens and the group of baffled cooks looked up from their meal prep at the appearance of people through this door. The doorman led her through the kitchen and storage room and down a long, quiet hallway. 

He unlocked another door and held it open for her. "Please have a seat." 

A sofa with chairs circled the fireplace where bearskin stretched before the flames, jaws gaping and black fur gleaming. Fire crackled in the hearth, filling the room with a cheerful light. Nearly, a table offered a bottle of iced Taittinger and a tray of chocolate dipped strawberries. 

She slipped out of her broken heels and limped barefoot across the hardwood floors to ease into the leather couch, glad of the warmth. Her knees, shins and elbows burned, and blood trickled from several spots where the skin had been stripped away. Looking down at her hands, the palms were scraped open as well. She frowned to the man escorting her.

"We've never had a situation like this before." He said as though reading her thoughts, "At most our guests or patrons get a little overzealous because they don't want to use a safe word. No one wants to get removed from the list." He drew in a soft breath and then asked, "Do you have any idea why someone would want to take your tokens and mask?"

She thought of The Ex and of the women so driven to win the Pony-play races and felt her throat constrict. No one would care enough about her to go to this length to get at her. She rolled one shoulder up and let it fall, feeling foolish.

"You can talk to me. It's alright." He filled the glass with the champagne and offered it to her before kneeling on the floor beside her, offering out a tray of colorful domino masks for her to select from. "If we can get to the bottom of this, we can root out the problem. No one else needs to be harmed. If a guest of patron is going to this length, we need to know about it."

She accepted the drink and pulled a white mask from the selection and slipped it on. At least she didn't feel naked. 

"Your partner won the race at the October Masquerade. Right?" He asked, setting the tray of masks on the seat while he remained kneeling, watching her adjust the mask.

"Yes."

"Did you have any contact with those women or men between then and now? I hear there were some attempts to derail the event at the time. Dirty sportsmanship has been increasing a lot in the event."

"I wouldn't know without their masks. I had n-nothing to do with the race. Cupid ran and won." She answered.

"I see." He frowned, taking out a notepad before sitting in the chair beside her. In silence he made a note. "Would you be willing to look at your attackers without their masks to see if you know them? We respect your wishes if it's too difficult."

She wanted to look them eye to eye without their masks. Only fair since they saw her.. "D-Do you think they are working with the women? The pony-play women?"

"It is one suspicion right now."

She closed her eyes as it dawned on her. They could get to Cupid through her. Someone had her mask, cloak, card and tokens. Her Cupid had the green light to screw her without protection. Wearing her mask, someone could trick him into believing they were her. 

"What happens if someone uses my identification to trick people?" 

"That person will be removed from the house permanently. That has never happened Lady. Are you worried someone is trying to --" It clicked suddenly and he stood, striding to the door, where he spoke with someone on the other side. 

Her hands shook and she clutched them together. Should go and look for Cupid? Make sure he wasn't being seduced? Her stomach twisted into knots. Another doorman came in with a bowl of water, cloth and bandages and set to work cleaning her up. He was just finishing up the task when the House-Mistress herself came into the room, flanked by two more doormen.

The woman looked furious behind the bronze and gold mask. Seeing Ursa the expression only grew more stormy as she closed the distance. "What is going on? There was an assault in the driveway? Theft of property including what might be personal information of a patron? Why didn't someone act faster?"

"We acted fast House-Mistress, they weren't able to get to their destination with her."

"They never should have been able to lay a hand on her. Period!" She seethed. "People walking to the house saw this and did nothing?" She settled beside Ursa on the couch, frown deepening at each of the marks, scrapes and bruises. "We will get to the bottom of this. I'm on my way to talk with the boys involved. Would you like to come with me?"

"What about --Cupid? Is he alright?"

House-Mistress frowned past Ursa and looked at the gathering of doormen . "I have not heard. Anyone?"

"We have someone watching the door of her assigned suite. All other rooms with granted access are on the lookout for the use of her card. No one has seen the Owl mask or the man in question."

"Keep an eye out for them. Send someone to search the stairs and alcoves. Do it with discretion but if you find the Owl masked person, bring them down the library's back room." House-Mistress swept to her feet, a crease between her indigo eyes. "We will be in the next room."

Ursa felt slightly better knowing they would comb the house for him. He was not tucked away in a private suite or the play rooms under her name. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't just be in the foyer waiting for her. They would find him soon. The house couldn't be that large. 

Could it?

Outside the room, heading down the hall, House-Mistress looped an arm around Ursa, "Don't worry, we will get to the bottom of this. So help me God. No one gets hurt this way in my house."

Inside the room, the four men were sitting on a couch, looking stubborn and dejected with their fancy masks off. They couldn't be very old, maybe nineteen although the one man with rose petals attached to him looked like he might be eighteen. 

"Oh, so here comes the bitch." The young man in feathers sneered. "You can't keep us here."

"I'm not going to keep you here. The police are on their way." House-Mistress said. "You're trespassing on private property and you assaulted a guest with intent to kidnap and who knows what else."

"You bitches like that sort of thing." The youngest of the men said belligerently but glanced worriedly at the others. "You said she wouldn't turn us in. You said she'd be afraid of letting anyone know what happened here."

"Shut up idiot. The police aren't here yet. Are they? She's bluffing. Of course she doesn't want anyone to know what sort of sick sex games they have going on here."

"What would you know about the sort of sex games I have going on here?" House-Mistress asked, crossing arms over her chest. "You heard about what goes on here and you decided to drop in on the party because you think you're into some hard-core sex? You misunderstand that BDSM is consensual rather than your rape kink! The police will be delighted to educate you about the crime of rape."

"But we didn't..." The youngest of the men gaped past her at Ursa and his mouth fell open, "oh shit. Oh shit! She wouldn't. You fucking bitch, you wouldn't..."

"Oh, I'm going to." Ursa assured him, voice flat and dead with determination. "I'm going to go in for a rape kit too." She motioned to her knees and the bruises on her arm. "I'll press you to the extent of the law."




Snow Angel



"But we didn't..."

Ursa stared back at him and the young man shrank back, eyes rounding wide with understanding. Good. The little shits. She had no doubt of their intent. They thought she was an easy mark, with such low self-esteem she'd let them get away with it. "Tell me why you did it. Where are my things? Who took my mask?"

"It was Elane. She said to come out here and we could get laid real easy. She said there would be a lot of easy women out here and we could have a pick. Would be real easy to get them out to the car and no one would question things. Rough sex and all that. Right? You like it rough? "

"You fucking idiot!" The feathered ex-Hawk snarled and reached across to punch the younger man but one of the doormen got between them, pulling him down to the floor and set his knee into the small of his back, pinning his arms behind him.

"Let's not get rough now. Police will be here shortly and I don't want blood on my furniture if I can avoid it." House-Mistress said. "You are all idiots by the way. Elane you say? Alright, and you wanted something rough? You'll get a lot of that from what I hear. Do you know what they do to cute would-be rapists in prison? I think you'll get to see what it's like being on the bottom."

That sobered them. Another of the men grumbled. "We didn't think it would hurt anyone if you're all into kinky sex shit."

"Sadly, that's not how it works. You want something kinky? Does that mean you'll be alright with me using a strap-on on you? I bet I could make you cum while I do it." House-Mistress said, watching the young men with gleaming eyes. "It would be very rough."

"That's not the sort of rough sex we wanted."

"Really? But you think my guests deserve to be roughed up without ever asking you? Strange. Well, never mind. Tell us what happened to her things and why did Elane wanted this."

"She didn't say. She just said the owl would be up for an exciting romp. We didn't do anything with her shit! We've been in here the whole time."

House-Mistress glanced towards the doorman at her side and murmured quietly to him. "Go find her. Bring her down into the library's back room and let others know the room is closed. Don't let on that there's any trouble if possible. Tell her I want to talk with her about the race tomorrow hm? The police will be here shortly and afterward we'll join you."

The young men looked close to tears by the time the police arrived. Ursa wasn't relenting on her threat to press rape charges. Let them feel the same stress she did about Cupid. Who was Elane? The Ex? One of the women from the race in October? Where had her Cupid gone?

Ursa gave her statement in the privacy of the room with the bearskin rug. She let them take pictures of her injuries, taking off her mask while she spoke with them. If they judged her for her outfit of beaded organza, silk and feathers they didn't mention it. None of the young men were familiar to her. While she felt disappointed she couldn't offer the police information, she was thankful the jerks didn't know her either.

At last she stood alone, playing with her mask without putting it on. A knock tapped on the door and when she called to enter, House-Mistress stepped inside, her lips tight and eyes hard behind the mask. She noticed Ursa's lack of mask with a purse of her lips.. "Ah." She paused a long few breaths before asking, "Having second thoughts about this?"

Ursa looked down at the mask, "I guess it was more fun when I had the fancy mask. When I thought this was a game, not where I could get hurt in a non-sexual way." She admitted and after a hesitation affixed the small strip of leather against her face. "I'm not really an Owl now." 

Looking down at herself, she dusted at her blood spattered side and the dirt smudges. She didn't look pretty or graceful anymore. She felt sullied and wrecked.

House-Mistress smiled softly, "You're still an Owl. Come along night hunter, let's go save your boy from some evil clutches hhhmm?"

"Did you find him?" Sudden hope spiked in her chest, making her heart race as she hurried forward on bare feet.

"We found her. Still looking for him, but they are looking at the camera feeds. It won't be long now."

Disappointment crystallized in her pounding heart, threatening to shatter. She wanted to curl into his warmth. The ache twisted inside her stomach at the thought that something horrible might have happened to him.

They moved through the back halls and passed through a room with a bar where people were engaged in a loud drinking game that involved heavy looking metal rings and engorged cocks. The goal of the contest apparently to see who could support the most rings. A few hours ago, she might have spent time watching this sport, but the lively entertainment was lost on her. 

Past a living area strewn with decorations, lights and pillows they stepped to a set of closed double doors were a trio of guards were standing at attention. They looked grim-faced as they spotted the House-Mistress and asked to see her card and pass key.

Inside, the expansive Library stretched out before her. The vaulted ceiling featured a skylight dome at the center forming an elaborate compass-star radiating down all the points. Book cases lined the walls and elegant couches provided resting spots for guests to read or visit. 

House-Mistress led her through the space that smelled comforting of books, linen and beeswax and it was with an effort that she didn't stop to gawk at the selection of books. A featured display showed several books open to lewd artwork, undoubtedly set up for this event. 

She provided the two guards outside the door of the private reading room the code and entry before they unlocked the door. Inside they found the woman who implemented the chaos that evening. Without the mask, Ursa didn't recognize her. She was tall and thin, her features strained as she sat with Dragon behind her and a watchful doorman at her side.

She wasn't wearing the mask anymore. Laying on the table nearby was the ruin of the owl headdress and mask. The once beautiful enamel face was cracked and splintered, one side dirty and scuffed. White feathers were broken, split and fractured and a scattering of cracked opals dappled the wood like snowflakes. The cloak lay over the back of the chair with a rip down the side and mud spattered along the other. Ursa felt a stab between her ribs at the ill treatment of the most beautiful objects she ever owned. 

Even House-Mistress sucked in a sharp breath as she looked at it. She turned to frown at the woman Elane, but addressed Dragon, "Thank you for taking time out of your evening to address this crisis. I am embarrassed my fail-safes for the house have broken to this extent. You can be assured I will be making adjustments to avoid this happening in the future."

"Of course. I want to make sure friends are safe." Dragon inclined his savage head to Ursa, blue eyes gleaming fiercely behind his mask.

Friends? Ursa forced a smile and returned the nod with one of her own while her heart tangled in the pit of her stomach. Did she know this man? Why would he go out of his way to help her? What did she matter to any of them?

Elane spat out an angry oath and squirmed against the hold of the guards. The movement drew House-Mistress' attention back to her. "The police are here with your companions. You'll be escorted off the grounds."

"But I have an invitation." She snarled, furious. "I'm not trespassing."

"You stole from a guest of the house. You instigated abduction with intent to rape. You are not in your proscribed costume. You stole and wrecked the possessions of another patron. Your invitation is revoked. You are never welcome in this house or any of my others. I'll be talking with your known associates as well. Leopard,, Hound, Hare, Hummingbird, and any others you have poisoned in your drive to get a stupid ribbon."

The woman's face paled at the suggested crimes being pressed against her and struggled again before giving up against the iron hold on her thin arms. Her heavy breasts heaved with her panting breath. "It wasn't only me! You can't put this all on me! It was Bea. She set this whole thing up. We were...."

"I'm turning you over to the police to deal with your actions. You're off the list. In fact, I'm going to speak with a couple other members about their wisdom in including you and your ilk in their lists. This takes bad sportsmanship to an all new low. You have no concept of the real harm you caused. The house will deal with her and the others next. Trust me. Anyone else you care to tell me about while we're doing house cleaning?"

Elane glared from House-Mistress to Ursa fixing her with a look so full of loathing that Ursa would have fallen back a step except the door behind them opened with a slam of the heavy wood. The sound made her startle and whirl around.

Through the open doorway strode Cupid, every line of his body taut, dark features hard. His wings stretched out wide on either aside of him, making the air around the feathery tips shimmer as though putting off extreme heat. Behind the mask, his eyes were black and they swept back and forth across the room, brushing by everyone until he found the object of his search: 

Her!

Ursa felt her stomach tighten as their eyes met, heart stopping. The air in her lungs felt too hot to breathe. He looked over her, picking out her wounds with a visible twisting of the tightness in his powerful body. A razor wire curling around and around his anguish. He continued forward, eyes only for her and a strangled sound squeezed out from his clenched teeth before he finally broke into a run to reach her. His arms opened wide, enfolding he as he swept her off her feet.

The remaining breath and blood felt like fire trapped inside her when his arms slid around her and powerful wings mantled over her. He shuttered out the world with a glittering, warm caress of feathers and skin, flushed so hot it was almost painful. And yet, it felt so good to be so enfolded by him. Her bruised and torn knees wobbled precariously but he didn't let her fall, holding her in the protection of that safe place. Her safe place. Hers.

The scent of his chest was all wrong though. As she lay her cheek over his heart, hearing the thunderous song of its beat, her senses were not filled with the heady chocolate and his sweet sweat. He smelled like...

Sex.

The stink of pussy hung heavy on him in the hot alcove of his wings and arms. She stiffened and pulled her head back, searching his eyes behind his mask, but all she could see was darkness in his gaze, like a vast black night sky full of fury and self loathing. Stars died in his eyes, melting into tears that made his cheeks wet. 

Ursa felt the betrayal like a hot needle driven into her sternum. She started to push away from him, feeling her anger spread from the wounded heart up to her eyes, stinging and burning. All the times they had been together, he'd never put his face between her thighs. Never tasted her pussy. Never wore her smell on him like this. The mark of someone other woman was on him. 

He saw her emotions as plain as she saw his and the edged wire snapped, "No!" He gasped and sank to his knees before her, cupping his strong wings around her as he pressed his face to her breasts. "Mistress!"

His anguished tone stilled her attempt to wrestle free of him, or maybe it was his quiet tears he pressed against her. Arms wrapped around her hips as he sunk lower, dragging silken feathers along with him. Whatever happened, it wasn't something he did of his own free will. This was something done /to/ him. A completely new emotion nested in her chest. 

She thought she felt anger before, but this eclipsed everything. 

Part of her wanted to cripple the person who reduced her strong, confident lover to this desperate position at her feet. Her fingers caught in his hair and she drew his head back, the other arm slid around his shoulder. His black eyes searched her face and he quivered as she bowed over him, kissing his mouth. Hard.

The protective blaze in her heart overwhelming everything else. Her need to show she understood drove everything else from her mind for a moment as she applied the kiss to his blazing hot mouth. His lips tasted salty but between them, as her tongue darted forward, he tasted like mint, chocolate and sunshine. 

Familiar. Perfect. The way he kissed her back answered her and shattered any last doubt. He was hers! She trusted him, . His words whispered back to her—he did not want her to question him. He needed to know that she didn't question him.

"Well." House-Mistress' voice sounded strange, full of the same radiant wrath filling Ursa.

Dragon even made a low rumble of approval.

Cupid growled against her lips, squeezing her so tight she was certain he left bruises where his hands gripped her. She wanted them all. Ursa broke the kiss at last, giving a bite to his lower lip before drawing her head back, looking down at him. "You stink." She told him and made herself smile. "Haven't I told you not to let any fishy cunt touch you?"

He made a choked sound of relief and crushed his face against her stomach, "Yes Mistress."

Ursa stroked her fingers through Cupid's sweaty curls before sliding the arm around his tight shoulder, stroking through the soft feathers trailing down his spine with affection. The big man's tension uncoiled at her touches, a gust of hot breath whispering across her stomach where he pressed his face against her.

"You bitch!" This voice was new but could only be The Ex. 

Ursa at last shifted her attention from Cupid, looking up at the woman standing there with murder in her dark eyes. She wore a gold and bronze corset ringed with arching black stripes over her breasts, hips and lower back. A short skirt of golden taffeta barely held onto her hips, rumpled and looking as though it was on crooked. On her head a dainty crown poised in her black ringlet curls and a mask of ornate onyx filigree was a little askew. Her deep brown skin was lighter than Cupid's and while she towered over Ursa, she wasn't nearly as tall as him. 

This Queen Bee was easily the most beautiful and intimidating person Ursa had ever seen. 

In any other situation, Ursa would have lowered her eyes and cowered or stammered, doubting herself and her right to breathe the same air as the handsome man at her feet. Not now though. Now the sharp, protective edge of her wrath for what she'd dared to do to Cupid consumed her. 

Through the glamour, she saw how ugly and broken with desperation this creature was. The air wavered around Ursa, as those the exotic wings curved against her put off ethereal energies, tingling along her skin. She felt her shoulders relax, forcing herself to release the breath she'd been holding. This woman wasn't anything or anyone to fear. Bee hissed out sharply when Ursa smiled at her. 

House-Mistress intruded before the woman could gather breath to say anything. "I didn't realize you had such a disrespect for consent. This is repugnant for even the most green newbie to the lifestyle. You take a break from the house and return intent on being a bully?" She shook her head in sorrow rather than anger. "We were friends once. God, I never would have thought you would end our friendship this way. You're no longer welcome in my house."

By the deepening of the fury in Bee's eyes behind her mask, Ursa knew the woman held her responsible. Ursa was not making any friends tonight. How did she manage to draw all the negativity to herself just because a beautiful man desired her. 

Bee made an angry sound and as she did, Cupid stood, his strong body nuzzling up along Ursa, the wings drawing away. He put himself protectively in front of Ursa. 

"There isn't going to be any tussling over this." House-Mistress said firmly, shooting a warning look around her. "The police are here, you will go with them."

Those words drew Bee's attention and jealous wrath away and back to the woman in charge.

"That's right. Peacock here says, you were the one orchestrating this whole disaster, you ridiculous sow."

Ursa placed her hand on Cupid's arm and he shifted, looping it and a wing around her, all shimmery and tingly along her exposed skin. She wanted to get him to their room and scrub him clean and make sure he was safe. She didn't care about police or charges. The important thing was making sure things were fixed between her and this huge, gentle man who impossibly wanted her.

Dragon met Ursa's eyes and cleared his throat. "Maybe we can let the police take over from here then? I have a particular party favor waiting for me. Who knows that sort of horrors her imagination is cooking up for why I went chasing after the impostor. Owl, I wish you and your champion the very best." Despite the savage expression on the mask, the smile he offered her was kind.

"A fine idea. Enough of our holiday has been spoiled by this. Tomorrow I'll make announcements about what happened." House-Mistress turned to one of the doormen, speaking quiet instructions before the man strode out the room to fetch the police who'd been taking statements in another room.

Ursa urged Cupid to a chair when she felt him leaning into her. She wasn't sure what happened or if she wanted the details, he looked haunted. He eased into the seat, reluctantly sliding his arm from around her. Dragon waited until the police arrived and then made his departure, eager to get back to his companion.

The women were taken away, a mixture of shock, anger and frustration shared between them. All that wasted energy on the poison feeding on them. Or were they feeding on the poison of their greed and desires? Would they come back? Would their friends who remained seek to punish her or Cupid for what happened? Or, could she hope it would all blow over? Did she want to continue in this lifestyle if that's what she had to look forward to?

"Owl. Archer. I cannot even begin to apologize for my security failing so tremendously tonight. This has all been my fault." House-Mistress said quietly, sinking into a chair as well. The room was very still after the storm of emotions.

Ursa didn't sit, she stood beside Cupid, fingers resting over his forearm, watching her friend the House-Mistress in silence.

"Say something." House-Mistress pleaded quietly.

"I need some time to process everything that's happened here tonight." Ursa said at last and Cupid looked at the tone of her voice. She did not mean for it to come out so full of emotion but it bled out of her. 

"Do you want to stay, or would you rather leave the house?" House-Mistress' asked in concern.

Cupid's body leaned towards her and he watched her, his expression grim but she could read the emotion easy enough. It was up to her to decide. 

"I think we'll stay. I mean, there's snow to play in tomorrow. Right? I am not going to let this drive me away."

A small, weary smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned into her and slid his arm and wing back around her.

House-Mistress let out a low breath of relief before inclining her head. "Good!" She stood gracefully and walked to the door and spoke to the doorman there.

Alone for a moment, Cupid squeezed her hip and when she looked at him, his dark eyes searched hers. No longer so star-spangled dark. "Are you alright love?" He asked in a low, husky whisper. "Who hurt you? What happened?"

Ursa felt her stomach flip over several times as she lifted a hand and smoothed her thumb over his cheek. "I'm more than alright." Had he meant to use that particular endearment? Had the high of the emotions spoken before his mind could edit them? "I will tell you all about it."

She expected him to draw away, at least to slip his wing from touching her but the feathers continued to tickle her arm, the rippling tickle of sensation more than just a physical reminder of the contact but something deeper there as well. So much lay between them, it all felt too heavy. Her fingers stroked down his spine and the golden and cream barred feathers there. He pulled her closer and looked on the verge of saying something else but House Mistress came back to them.




Snow Angel



"Alright darlings. Put a damn token on him Owl." She sounded more frustrated than angry as she offered the envelope to Ursa. 

Cupid chuckled low in his throat as she did just that, tying the token's silvery blue ribbon to a D-ring on the leather strap crossing his broad chest. 

"I've half a mind to put a permanent token on him." She announced and on impulse pinched his nipple. He rewarded her teasing with a startled gasp and a completely different type of tightening of his body against her.

"Oh really?" House Mistress sounded amused and her eyes gleamed from behind her mask. "Something public perhaps?"

"Perhaps." She allowed as she looked at the room selection. Suite 1. Looking up she asked, "Why are you giving us suite 1? Isn't that yours?"

"Usually it is, but I think after all this bullshit, you deserve a little extra pampering. It also has a private entry. That should make you feel a little more secure until this is behind us. It will make me feel better anyway."

There was no arguing. Ursa tried to sputter out a refusal but House-Mistress would not be swayed and Cupid's firm squeeze against her finally stilled her protests. That was that. He stood and offered her his arm politely which she took, curling around the thick bicep . When his wings finally drew back they seeming reluctant, feathers lingering and tickling and caressing her bare skin before folding into their usual spot. 

They didn't speak as they walked the short distance to the room. She had no idea what time it was. It felt like a lifetime since she arrived and this whole disaster began to unfurl around her. Despite the entry being private and watched by a doorman, the door to the suite also had a watchful guard who required seeing her invitation.

The suite was even more decedent than she'd braced for, the decor leather, marble and crystal. As she gawked around the huge sitting room, Cupid closed and locked the door behind them. A fire crackled in the hearth and a thick fur lay before the flames, white and black tiger stripes gleaming in the golden light. 

She turned to see her Cupid drawing off his mask, revealing her handsome Leo beneath the feathers and leather. His expression looked even more devastating exposed. In turn she pulled off her mask, tossing it away as she moved towards him. She grasped the front of his leather strap, hauling him down to her with all the strength she could muster.

He moaned into her mouth as they kissed and his arms curled around her, fingers raking down her body from shoulders down her back to her ass. When his powerful hands cupped against her and squeezed, she answered his moan with her own and arched towards him. Her breasts nuzzled into his chest for a moment before the smell distracted her from her intentions. She broke the kiss and jerked back. 

For a blink he looked baffled, mouth wet from her kisses and eyes wide. Then she pulled at him, "On your knees." She whispered and he obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the floor before her. "Now— crawl. Crawl on your hands and knees to the bathroom like the filthy beast you are." She growled and he shuddered before responding with perfect obedience.

"You smell like a whore. Are you a whore?" She asked him and transfered her grip from his harness to his hair, using it to guide him deeper into the room. 

"I'm your whore Mistress. I'm your...ughn!" The twist of her fist in his hair made his moan replace his words.

"Then why don't you smell like /my/ pussy instead of some other woman?" She asked and continued towards the bathroom. It was more like a spa really. A jetted marble tub, a steam shower with so many spray nozzles she couldn't even begin to count them. 

His answer was a whimper behind his lips and she released him. Gooseflesh prickled his dark skin as he shot a look up through his thick lashes at her, his mouth opening in a soft pant after the quick crawl across the suite.

She met his eyes, hoping he saw all the naughty things she planned for him and ordered. "Stay." She pointed a finger at him and then curled it under his chin to draw his head up. "Just like this." Making sure he would be looking at her. "Do not lower your face from me. Understand?"

He didn't make a sound, only tipped his chin into her fingertip in a tiny 'yes' movement as his dark eyes burned into hers.

Confident he would stay poised, she turned away and addressed the tub. A basket held a variety of scrub brushes and sponges as well as selections of soaps, oils and lotions. She dumped mango scented bubble bath into the rushing water and bent over to test the temperature, assuring he got an eye-full of her upturned ass as she did. Behind her she heard the catch of his breath. Instead of looking over her shoulder, she pushed her skirts down her hips, lazily rolling her full hips as one side and then the other eased off her pale skin.

The gauze of the skirts whispered off her body, the dirty fabric swiftly kicked aside. She left her panties on and turned to face him, sitting on the edge of the tub. His hungry gaze devouring her took her breath away, he was impossibly handsome, the need in him a heavy ache mirrored between her thighs. Holding his gaze, she slipped out of her bodice, unclasping the delicate hooks to free her breasts. The soiled silken fabric landed with the tumble of skirts.

His hips rocked, squirming as he watched her hands play over her breasts and she delighted in his attention, squeezing her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. "I will just have to see to my own needs." She told him with a soft cluck of her tongue. 

The words made him whimper, eyelids heavy with the desire and sweet agony her teasing caused him. He opened his mouth to speak out his protest but she gave a small shake of her head.

"You don't like that?" She asked, spreading her thighs and letting him have a view of the simple white panties covering her pussy. The wet fabric nearly transparent against the cleft of her sex. His body jerked, shuddering as she pet lightly down from her mons to her ass, pressing the fabric against her cleft.

By now the tub had filled—enough. She crooked a finger at him, "Come." She ordered.

He crawled towards her with the sensual grace of a magnificent lion, his dark eyes gleaming as the haunted expression finally lost ground, replaced by a raw edged need. A need for her. His dark skin flexed and coiled with his movements, slow and confident, not hurrying this show she desired. Her sex clutched violently, from the spot between her thighs all the way along her spine to the back of her throat.

When he reached her, he paused, not touching her but his warm breath teased along her battered knees. The gaze held hers, not altering, silently questioning what she demanded of him. 

Without speaking she unclasped the buckles holding his strap and let them fall to the ground. "I don't know if we'll be able to get the stink out of the leather. I might have to burn it and start all the way over." She hissed at him, not touching his skin despite his attempts to arch towards her. "Oh no. No touches for you. Up." 

When he stood, her face was level with his groin, his cock straining the heavy leather of the skirting despite the weight. She took her time unclasping the fastenings at his hip, careful not to let her fingers touch his skin. Lazily she eased the leather down his hips and thighs, stopping every time he started to rock towards her, keeping his cock pinned downward as the leather drifted downward. 

At last his cock sprang free, the dark length of him bobbing in the air before her lips. The rest of the skirting slumped to the floor as she looked up his body. Meeting his eyes she inhaled the warmth radiating off of him. The sweet, chocolate scent of him curled her toes. There was no pungent smell of a woman, only the natural fragrance that was all him. Leo-sweat. She leaned forward slightly, allowing her hair to tickle his hip as she whispered, "Good boy." 

The delightful sob of pleasure made her rub her thighs together, savoring the slick wetness spreading through her, soaking the cloth fully now, making her skin shine with her excitement. It was almost too much temptation. She longed to drag her tongue over the cleft of his swollen cock head and lap against the slit and coat her tongue in the pre-cum leaking from the crown.

When she looked up at him, his eyes were hooded, his chest rising and falling with his restrained desire, cock bobbing with his heartbeat. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks, knowing her lust was naked in her eyes. He moaned when she leaned back and pointed him towards the tub. "In." She demanded, from her perch at the side.

Again there was no hesitation, he held her gaze as he stretched long legs and stepped into the foamy water. He watched her with a silent plea in his eyes as he stood waiting for instructions. She dipped one of the sea sponges into the water and began to wash up his legs to his knees and then higher up his dark thighs, tracing the long, powerful muscles. The touches sent quivers up his limbs and he bit back a sigh of pleasure while she washed up higher.

"Turn." She murmured just before she reached his cock and balls. As he turned, pre-cum drooled from he crown of his cock, his breath catching. 

The tight globes of his ass tensed when she spanked her palm against one and then the other, hips surging forward and back before she relented and washed him. First slowly lathering his cheeks and then slipping the soapy sponge between his legs, teasing his balls with the warm water and slipper soap until he was moaning.

"That's right." She crooned at him as he shuddered. "Such a good boy. My boy. I'm going to make you cum so much you have nothing left in these heavy balls." As she spoke, she wrapped her finger around the base of his shaft, palm nuzzling his balls and her other hand slipped between his ass cheeks, probing into his tight pucker with her middle finger.

He was so hot around her finger, the ring of muscles clenching tight in a greedy pulse to match the buck of his cock. "Mistress. I....I...." The big man struggled against his control and as he did, she drove into him deeper, pressing into his backside, pumping into him while she stroked him.

"Yes? What is it? Is something wrong?" She asked, voice shivering to betray her pleasure at pushing his limits. 

"I'm so close Mistress." He warned, wings flickering open for balance and in pleasure, arching wide behind him.

She loved watching him this way, fighting against his need and begging her for permission. She slowed her attentions on his snug pucker and squeezed his balls and he jerked his hips forward with a roar of pleasure, head thrown back.

"Not yet." She crooned and swirled her fingers around, finding the spot inside before adjusting to slip a second slippery finger into him. "You are so handsome. I want to watch you forever this way."

"Oh Mistress! I can't....please! Fuck! Fuck! Please....Oh!" He spoke in broken, needy cries, voice rising, muscles tensing as he held back. Soon it wasn't words but animal-like sounds of strangled need to be released.

As he begged, she stroked him up and down faster, swirling her hand up his length to the head, and in tandem worked his ass. "Cum you sexy beast! Cum for me!" She purred, watching the lines of his back and shoulders tighten. She wished she could see his face, the sweet torment twisting his features.

He cried out in pleasure, arching and bucking against her first and fingers. His balls dew up, tightening, poised on the edge until she pushed him over with a curl of her fingers inside his heat. His cock swelled, spasming and jerking as as he came in a fountain across the tub, spraying the wall with his seed. Around her fingers, his ass clutched against her, heartbeat thundering in time with his pleasure and the throbbing of his cock. The pearly white cream christened the wall, painting the side of the tub, his belly and chest when she aimed his release up at him.

As the climax ebbed, he bowed forward, using his hands to brace against the cum painted wall, a sob of raw pleasure breaking past his lips. The exquisite beauty of him stole away her breath and her heart pounded hard in her chest. She would never get tired of seeing him this way, breaking into pieces in pleasure. His wings stayed fanned open wide, shivering gold and bronze against the creamy feathers.

After a moment he looked over his shoulder, face beaded with sweat, shy smile flickered out at her. She smiled back, blowing him a kiss and gave a last squeeze of his cock and balls and then released him. Her fingers slipping out of the snug grasp of his pucker were the last to ease free.

"Sit down stud. I don't want you to fall after that." She rinsed off her hands and reached for a scrub brush.

He did, easing into the water with a splash as though he legs were not quite up to the challenge of holding him up longer. Adjusting himself, he turned to her, expectant, the flush of pleasure making his skin darker, a velvety chocolate. The glorious wings remained high for a moment before subjecting their glory to the suds and water.

Leaning in she smoothed her hands over his cheeks, fingertips softly brushing across his cheekbones, washing his skin clean. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch, chin tipped up towards her. Each slow caress bound her tighter to him. Once his face was washed and rinsed, she leaned in and kissed his lower lip very softly.

"Mistress..." he whispered against her mouth, a soft sigh of absolute pleasure. 

With care she adoringly cleaned him, starting at his neck and moving to his shoulders and down the broad chest. Traces of the other woman washed away, replaced by mango scented bubbles. "Yes my sweet?"

"I want to taste you." He said, opening his eyes and pinning her with a hungry look. "I crave you."

She thought her heart would stop. Her toes curled up at the thought of that handsome face between her legs, looking down at his tongue licking over her swollen clit. "Do you?"

"Yes." The single word came out as a growl, his dark eyes not hiding any of the hunger he felt for her. "I have been a selfish fool." He cupped her face with both hands, smoothing thumbs along her cheeks, "Let me take care of your needs Mistress. Let me serve you as you deserve to be served." His mouth feathered over her lips as he spoke, sharing the warmth of himself with her.

"Oh!" Her stomach and sex clenched hard against her spine, twisting with a delicious mixture of need and desire. 

"I live to serve you." He growled, rocking forward in the tub, water rippling off his body in foamy waves, sloshing around his hips.

"Show me." She said, voice breaking.

He opened the drain on the tub his dark eyes flashing as the water emptied. Leaning in, he pressed his clean, water slick body to hers, making her nipples tighten as his flesh slid over hers. "It is my honor." 

The kiss bruised her as his mouth covered hers. Strong arms encircled her body, squeezing her tight against his wet chest. One of his hands slid into her hair, strong fingers gripped a handful to secure her to his mouth. He claimed her lips with the deep plunge of his tongue, as though he wished to taste the absolute core of her. Against him, she moaned, loving the shift of power, surrendering her control.

Fresh water rushed into the tub as he playfully pinned her into the empty basin, hovering over her, not bothering removing her panties. "How dare anyone mar my Mistress' perfect flesh." He kissed the bruises on her arms. His mouth peppered small kisses over the aching joints that took the worst damage from the fall and his hands seemed to be everywhere, caressing her here, squeezing her there, never in an overtly sexual manner and yet it felt like the most erotic and sensual contact of he life.

As the water rushed hot and steamy into the tub, he lifted her foot up and kissed the arch, tongue coiling out to lick against the clean skin. He sucked one of her toes into his mouth and her body bowed up in a shock of pleasure at the sensation. How could she have that many nerves in only a single toe?

"Fuck!" She gasped, twisting and gripping at the sides of the tub as pleasure surged through her as he treated each toe to the same treatment. 

Strong hands trailed up her leg, his adoring touches a balm to her aching body. Higher his fingers slid until he cupped her pussy, squeezing her flesh through the thin layer of the fabric. In response her hips writhed higher and as she did, he hooked fingers around the thin layer of cloth and tore it away from her, snapping it and tossing the wet silk aside.

He licked up her leg, pink tongue lapping beads of water as he hooked her leg over his shoulder. Dark skin contrasting with her pale; velvet against silk. When his graceful fingers caressed along her clit, she cried out for more, desperate for him.

"So eager." He crooned in delight as he pet between her swollen lips, smearing the heavy cream around and down to her ass before drawing up again and shoving the long finger into her, twisting and coiling. The pad of his thumb pressed against the base of her clit and the free hand pulled her higher, supporting her ass. Feverish breath whispered over her inner thigh and his dark eyes lifted to her as he fingered her, watching her response to his touch.

His fingers drew out of her with an erotic wet sound and he regarded the glistening fingertip thoughtfully before running it across his lower lip. As she watched, his tongue flicked and sucked the finger into his mouth. The pleasure on his face at the first taste of her made her melt all over again. Dark eyes rolled back, lids heavy as they closed with desire. The moan vibrating through him like a huge purr. When he opened his eyes again, the expression of awe and affection swept through her heart.

"You taste like strawberries." He whispered, dropping his hand from his mouth to push two fingers deep into her. In response her body rocked towards him, a moan of pleasure cresting over her lips. "I didn't know....I never thought.....Oh Fuck. Princess." He pressed his face into her upper thigh and breathed her in before his kisses traveled up to where his fingers were plunging in and out of her.

She felt too close to her release. The prospect of having his tongue on her was almost too much to take. No one else had licked her before. Her toes curled the moment he ran his tongue along her clit, using a slow, careful lick up, down and then circled the tightening bud of flesh.

Her body rocketed upward, bucking and he drove his finger deeper into her, curving it up into her g-spot and his warm mouth hummed over her clit, sending her to a new hight of pleasure. Desperately, she grasped for him, clawing his shoulder and the other into his silken curls as she shattered to pieces against his fingers. The climax was so sharp, every muscle screamed with the release.

Her ears slipped under the surface of the water, the roaring rush of sound filled her. For a moment she felt like she was flying, soaring high, diving into a weightless cloud of pleasure. He licked and sucked, pushing another finger into her for several deep pumps as she came. 

Suddenly the fingers jerked out of her and as he lifted her with both hands his tongue replaced the digits, plunging deep into her quivering depths. His nose nuzzled against her over sensitive clit, breaths whispering hot and cold over her burning skin. She came again on his tongue as his basso rumble vibrating deep into the marrow of her bones.

His big hands gripped her hips, bruising with their force, dimpling her ass as he grasped to her, feeding on her pleasure and her orgasms without sign of stopping or slowing down. 

When she came a third time, mute to her own cries, he finally relented, loosening one hand from her to fumble for the water to turn it off. Blearily she opened her eyes and looked at him, floating in the steamy water with him supporting her. Over her, his wings spread wide, mantled protective over her. The sweet chocolaty scent of him mixed with the mango soap she'd scrubbed him with. 




Snow Angels



"It's about time you got here. I was starting to get worried." Jina shouted from the doorway of the cabin. "How are the roads?"

"Just a dusting of snow right now, but I heard this storm is going to come fast and hit hard," said Arden as she handed a bag off to Jina. She stopped for a quick kiss before dropping her suit case and turning back to go out the door.

"What's this?" Jina asked, peering into the bag. 

"I picked up a few extra things at the store in case we got stranded." Arden replied and winked before going back out.

"Hang on, I'll help you." Jina shouted back. "Let me put this down first." 

"No need, I just have a few small things left. I can manage." Arden said and suddenly remembered something. "Could you put the ice cream away?" 

"Only you would think of ice cream during a snowstorm." Jina laughed. She then set about unpacking the bag of goodies, surveying each item, and putting them away. A small gasp escaped her lips when she pulled out a package of her favorite imported chocolate biscuits. Jina bought them only as an indulgence or for the holidays. This year Jina's holidays were spent at the hospital where her grandmother lay terminally ill. All her free time was spent there this year, so the holidays were missed altogether. She had no tree at Christmas, nor did she exchange gifts with anyone except Arden. They spent New Year's Eve at the hospital making Jina's grandmother's last one special, just holding her hand and quietly wishing her a Happy New Year. Three days later she passed away leaving Jina depressed and withdrawn. 

Her grandmother had help raise her when her mom had to go to work and Jina spent many hours with her, learning of the family history, how to cook and just laughing together. She missed her with all her heart. Arden had felt that she needed to get Jina out of the house and decided a trip to her family's cabin would do her some good. Besides, they hadn't spent much time together and Arden was missing Jina terribly. The door to the cabin swung open and Arden walked in covered with snow. Jina went to meet her, taking her over night bag and purse before helping her off with her coat. "Here let me help you get that off,' she said. "You look like a snowman." 

Arden dropped her other bags and shrugged off her coat. "That's snow woman, love. It's starting to come down in huge flakes." She turned to face Jina and placed her icy fingers on her lover's warm neck. "Little cold, don't you think?" she laughed.

"Christ!" yelled Jina as she jumped back from the cold shock touching her warm skin. "I hope the old saying, 'Cold hands, warm heart', applies."

Arden put her arms around Jina's waist and pulled her in for a long, passionate kiss. "Does that solve the mystery, Love?" she whispered into Jina's mouth.

"Mmmm. You make Sherlock Holmes look like Urkel" chided Jina. She had a quirky habit of making a joke of any situation. Some were quite funny, while others bordered on annoying. 

"You're lucky I love you!" Arden laughed, pushing Jina away from her and reaching for her overnight bag. "Who else would put up with your pathetic sense of humor?"

Jina couldn't resist. "Let's see...um...Ellen Degeneres? Maybe Rosie O' Donnell?" she grabbed some of Arden's smaller bags and followed her up the staircase to the loft.

Arden stopped in the middle of the staircase and looked at Jina, a small smile on her face. "It's nice to have my Jina back. I've missed her." She stroked Jina's cheek and started back upstairs to the bedroom. 

Jina cast her eyes downward and thought to herself, 'Have I really been so selfish to neglect the one I love? I was so busy with my own life, I forgot about her needs and here she is giving me this chance to start over and I'm too stupid to realize it. Jina knew Arden was anything but neglected. She had her family who loved her dearly, but her lover was the one who should be there for her at all times and Jina felt like she had failed her. 

She entered the room to see Arden drop her bags and pull the ponytail holder out of her hair. Jina stared at the slender brunette as she shook her hair loose, running her fingers through her brown curls. A small electrical shock sent orgasmic pulses through her lower regions. This woman drove her crazy with desire, even with the smallest actions or words. 

"Yuck, I feel like a wet dog." Arden grumbled. 

"Well you don't look or smell like one so that's a plus." Jina teased. Jina crossed the room, taking Arden by the waist and pulling her close. "Why don't you get a nice, hot shower and change into something dry. The fire is going and I'll fix us something to eat." 

Arden put her arms around Jina's neck. A small smirk spread across her lustrous lips, and her green eye's narrowed mischievously. "Should I change into something more comfortable?" 

Jina touched her forehead to her lover's and looked back into those emerald eyes she loved so much. "Well, I had hoped that this weekend would be clothing optional for the most part, but I'm dying to see the new lingerie you bought to torture me with, so..." 

"Hey! How did you know I bought new lingerie? Were you peeking into my things?" her lover interrupted. 

"Because my love," Jina said while placing a small kiss on her nose, "you always buy new things for our getaways." 

Arden tipped her head down feigning disappointment, "Are you saying I've become predictable?" 

"No love, just secure enough with me to try and surprise me with little displays of love after all this time. I would be very disappointed if you stopped." 

"You won't be very disappointed then. I promise you that, lover." She gave Jina a quick kiss on the lips and headed slowly towards the bathroom. Arden started to strip off her clothes as she went, never turning to face her lover. She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it back to her private audience. "Hang that for me please?" She then kicked off her boots and shimmied out of her jeans and socks, tossing those back at Jina, who stood staring at her, mouth agape. Dressed only in her light blue bra and matching thong, Arden stopped and turned in the entrance to the bathroom. "Thanks love." She giggled. 

Jina was nailed to the spot by the impromptu strip tease. "So what do I get for being your lady in waiting?" 

Arden turned her eyes upward as if in deep thought. "Hmmm," she hummed while biting her lower lip. "This!" she exclaimed. With that, she stepped back and reached across her chest to slide her bra strap over her shoulder, then repeated the same gesture on the other side before reaching around to unhook her bra. Just before Jina was able to glimpse her ample breasts, she kicked the door shut with her foot and giggled loudly behind the door. 

"You teasing little bitch!" laughed Jina. 

"I heard that." Came Arden's voice from behind the door. 

"I said I'm having a sneezing fit." Jina then pretended to sneeze. 

"Nice try hon," came a laugh from behind the door. 

"Sorry Sweets, couldn't hear you" teased Jina "I think I'm coming down with pneumonia. I'm going back down to convalesce by the fire." 

Jina hung the clothes, as promised, and headed downstairs to make lunch. When everything was finished she walked over to the doors that led out to a large deck that overlooked a small private lake. The snow fell steadily now, leaving a blanket of frosty white along the shoreline. The trees were covered with dollops of nature's icing and the path leading to the dock was all but invisible. Jina was greeted by a gust of cold air as she slid open the patio door. She smiled easily as a few snow flakes gently kissed her face. All was quiet, save for the occasional whistle of the wind or the whoosh of snow sliding off of the heavily laden branches of a distant tree. She became lost in the solitude of the silently falling snow. Thinking back to the summer months when friends gathered for parties, Jina imagined hearing their laughter echo across the lake. It seemed so long ago and now she felt like she was in a giant snow globe that someone had shaken, causing the snow to whirl and fall over the scene before her. Mother Nature had closed up for the winter, covering the woodland retreat with sheets of snow. She'd wait to return in the spring and allow her treasures to bloom and change the landscape back to green. Jina wasn't sure how long she had been standing there basking in the wonderment of nature and its mysteries. She was startled to feel a pair of warm arms circle her waist. Arden's hot breath greeted her ear, "Hey, you're going to catch cold Baby." 

"Nah." Jina replied smugly, "I'm used to the cold unlike you warm weather girls." She turned her head to kiss her sweetie and wrapped her arms behind her to pull her lover closer. They stood there for a moment watching the snowflakes dance and twirl before them, falling in an ethereal ballet to the earth below, each one joining the countless others that fell before them creating a whole new world.

Arden broke the silence, "It's like being in a giant snow globe." Jina twisted in her arms to face her, a perplexed look on her face. 

"What's wrong J?" Arden asked.

Jina smiled slowly, looking into her eyes as if she had peered into her mind and saw something familiar there. "I was thinking the exact same thing a few minutes ago."

Arden felt her face grow warm. This was nothing new to her. Since they met there had been many times that they'd had the same thought or idea. Sometimes they would finish one another's sentences or just quietly acknowledge what the other was thinking just by a certain glance. The connection they had was so strong that sometimes is was frightening but nonetheless thrilling. Jina had often joked that they were lovers in a former life, moving in an eternal circle of joined spirituality.

"Well what do you say we move to the fireplace before someone comes along and shakes the globe?", Arden asked.

Jina turned and slid the door shut, taking one last glimpse at the kinetic portrait being painted outside before following her lover into the other room. Watching Arden's hips sway when she walked made Jina forget all about the world outside and turned her thoughts to warmer ones. The way the short green silk kimono hugged her waist, showing off her hourglass figure, filled Jina with desire. She immediately ran toward the unsuspecting brunette, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the ground.

Arden screamed with surprise at the sudden attack. "Hey put me down you crazy woman." She laughed as Jina growled against her neck. "What is this all about?"

"I was just filled with an overwhelming burst of lust and happiness. Do you know how incredibly sexy you are in that robe?"

"No why don't you tell me lover?"

Tugging at the belt on the silky robe, Jina unwrapped her lover and began to caress her breasts, leaving feathery touches across her hardening nipples. "You're the most beautiful creature put on the face of this earth and I love you so very much."

"Mmmm, Baby, You make me feel so wonderful." Arden felt herself tingle under the experienced touch of the fingers teasing her taut nipples. "I love you too."

Jina began to kiss her neck as she slid her hands down towards Arden's flat stomach, pausing at her navel to trace a circle around it, before letting her hands plunge toward the vee between her legs. Tickling her soft hair before running one finger down her slick pussy, she then slipped it between her moist lips, forcing a moan from her partner.

Throwing her head back against the taller woman, Arden whispered in her ear, "I crave your touches. Please don't tease me baby, I need you to fuck me. It's been too long"

"I thought you wanted to eat lunch?" Jina teased as her finger made it's way inside the other woman and then pulled back out just as quickly "Not hungry anymore?"

"I'm hungry for your mouth on my pussy." Arden pulled away from Jina and lay on the fireplace rug, her robe was cast aside, her legs spread open wide. "Eat me!"

The desperation in her voice sent a shock wave through Jina and she dove to the floor between her legs not even flinching a she knocked her knee, hard against the wooden floor. The scent of her lover's desire was intoxicating and she lowered her head to lick the glistening pussy in front of her.

"Yes Baby, that's it....ooh...God!" Arden began to writhe beneath Jina's attentions. She felt herself slipping into a state of uncontrolled ecstasy, her hips rising to meet the well placed lashings of a warm, wet tongue violating every inch of her aching pussy. Feeling strong arms wrap around legs, pulling her into a hungry mouth made her wild. Arden had been pinching and twisting her nipples mercilessly increasing the pleasure rising in her until she felt a tongue entering her dripping entrance. Her head flew back as she moaned loudly, her fingers twisted in Jina's black hair, wrapping tendrils of her hair between her fingers for a better grip as she pulled Jina's face further into her pussy.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck me with that fabulous tongue of yours." Arden raised her self up on her heels, her hips grinding into Jina's face. "I need you so badly."

The orgasm trapped inside her broke free with a fury as she shouted words she couldn't comprehend. Her body shook as the explosions overcame her in waves of near painful bliss.

Jina lay between the trembling legs of her lover, her head resting on her stomach as she reached to hold Arden's hand. It had been too long for both of them, she understood that now and promised herself she would never deny Arden anything again. Her heart felt as though it would explode with love when she heard her lover's breathing become steady and realized she had fallen asleep.

She untangled Arden's fingers from her hair and rose to get a blanket. Looking down on her lover lying there so content, spent from a simple act of love, made Jina smile to herself. She moved next to the sleeping woman on the floor, covering them both with the blanket and curling up next to her. Feeling warm and safe, she drifted off to the sounds of her lover's breathing and the crackle of the logs burning in the fireplace.

The snow fell softly, drifting aimlessly to the ground. Jina ran to the open field, the zweep, zweep, zweep, of her nylon snow pants was the only sound other than her giggles of joy. Turning around she landed backwards on the ground, her arms and legs sweeping against the untouched snow. Carefully lifting herself up off the ground she stood back to admire her creation. A perfect snow angel lay before her, ready to fly back up to the heavens. She laughed out loud as she stood looking out over the quiet field. Her voice seemed muffled beneath her earmuffs and woolen hat. Lifting her arms up to the sky, she opened her mouth to catch snowflakes on her tongue. Waiting for the cold flakes to stick to her long lashes, she was surprised instead to feel a warm wetness touching her skin. It spread across her face and on her lips making her skin tingle.

Jina opened her eyes to find Arden peppering her face lightly with kisses. She smiled up at her, realizing she had been dreaming of a time long ago when she was a girl back East.

"Hey lover. I didn't think you were ever going to wake up." Arden leaned in and kissed Jina's cheek. "You looked so cute I almost let you sleep longer."

"Well I'm glad you didn't, I don't want to waste any time not being able to look at you."

Jina pulled her in closer and kissed her deeply. A moan escaped from Jina's lips as she felt fingers opening the buttons on her blouse and reaching inside to cup her breast. Cool fingers slid underneath her bra searching out her already stiffening nipple. She could feel Arden's breath leaving her nostrils, blowing across her cheek as her tongue invaded her mouth, sending a tingle down her neck to her belly before landing in her pussy.

"How about you go and get out of these clothes, grab a shower and I'll fix dinner since we forgot all about lunch." Arden teased. "Then I can take you up to bed and repay you for that outrageous orgasm you gave me. You'll be dessert Baby."

Jina threw off the blanket and kissed Arden on the nose quickly. She rose up from the floor and started to run up the steps.

"I'll be back in fifteen minutes...Maybe ten even."

"Hey slow down you, don't forget there's a blizzard out there and I'm not going anywhere." Arden laughed.

She listened to the sounds of footsteps running along the ceiling followed by the slamming of a door. Running her fingers through her hair she thought about Jina in the shower. She could picture the water trickling down her ample breasts, her dark hair glossy from the wetness and her lithe body all soapy. Letting out a sigh, she got up and prepared to make a quick dinner for two.

The table was set, candles lit, and the mellow sounds of Sarah Vaughn 's smoky voice filled the cabin. Arden was just opening the wine when Jina appeared in the doorway.

"Mmm, something smells great." Jina smiled when she saw the table set up so beautifully and she walked up behind Arden, encircling her waist with her arms. She kissed her neck and gave her a hug.

"It's nothing fancy, I figured I would disguise my attempt at cooking by camouflaging the table and getting you drunk."

"Like you need to get me drunk for anything you do for me."

"Well how about you taking a seat and letting me wow you with my culinary skills. No one can open a can or microwave like me. I should have my own cooking show called, The Idiot's guide to Cooking for the Non-cook."

"I would eat cat food on a cracker if you made it and told me it was Albacore tuna flown in fresh."

Arden laughed out loud, "Well, you're close."

They ate together holding hands and chatting about silly things. It felt so comfortable and so valid. It had been so long since they were alone and intimate that the sexual tension between them was becoming uncontrollable. The touch of a wrist, the taste of food from another's fork, the look of desire in the eyes of the one sipping wine was almost a form of gastronomical foreplay.

Arden took her napkin to wipe an invisible spill from Jina's lips. She then took her hand and led her from the table into the room where the fire burned with the same intensity that burned between the legs of both women.

Moving closer to one another, they began to slowly dance to "Come Rain or Come Shine." Jina sang softly into Arden's ear, her one arm around her waist and the other stroking her hair. Arden rested her head on Jina's shoulder and placed her lips against her neck.

"I love when you sing to me J." she sighed." Promise me you'll never stop doing it?"

"Promise love. I'll sing to you whenever, where ever always and forever. "L`amo adesso e per sempre."

Arden picked up her head to kiss her love's neck, trailing her lips up to her earlobe, tugging at it with her teeth and then Whispering. "God, you know it drives me wild when you talk to me in Italian. I love you too, always and forever. I think it's time we went to bed, I'm ready for dessert."

She took her raven-haired lover by the hand and led her to the loft upstairs. When they stepped into the bedroom, she turned and kissed Jina ardently, her tongue snaking into her mouth. Her fingers worked at the buttons on her blouse, pulling her shirt tails out from beneath her jeans and tossing it to the floor. Sliding her hands along her back she deftly undid the hooks of her bra, setting her breasts free. Before the bra even had a chance to hit the ground, Arden had her hands around Jina's generous breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers and causing Jina to throw her head back and moan with pleasure. Arden flicked her tongue against her rigid nipple, delighting in the way it resisted her advances, unyielding to the pressure she added and making her own nipples stiffen with lust. Her mouth enveloped the areola sucking and licking hungrily while her hands reached down to open the fly on Jina's jeans. Jina's hands were woven through her hair, pressing her mouth further into her chest, savoring the warm wet mouth succulently devouring her and generating electric pulses that shot straight to her pussy.




Snow Angels



"Hmm-hmm," the old man cleared his throat and leaned toward the microphone that was sitting on the arm of his chair. "My name is Marcus Helgelund. I am ninety-two years old, and I was born in Vienna, Austria. I moved to England in 1933 to attend medical school in London. After I graduated, I moved here to Lowestoft to practice and I've lived here ever since.

"I like it here, I like being near the sea. Anyway, this local historian chap from the library is collecting stories from all the old fogies in the town, which these days includes me even if I was almost Olympic standard at skiing in my younger days. He says he wants to publish a book of our stories, to let the town see what life was like when we were young. Well, I don't know that my story will fit in such a book, but I only have the one story to tell and I've decided that now is the time to tell it.

"The one thing everyone in this town has always wanted to know about me is why I never married and that's the story I'll tell you. When I was nineteen I fell in love with an angel, and how could any woman match up to that?

"It was my last Christmas in Vienna before moving here to England. I was very excited about going, it was a great opportunity, and my parents were pleased that I would be leaving Austria. Since it was my last Christmas, I decided to go skiing on Christmas Eve. The weather was bad, but I was a good skier and I was determined to make the most of my last true winter." 

Marcus coughed slightly, and took a sip of water, he blushed as he remembered the story he was about to tell, "Ahh... forgive me in advance for some of my language, a doctor's clinical distance isn't going to work here and... well... I haven't had cause to talk like this since that Christmas Eve..."

Marcus leant back in his chair, a far-away look in his eyes. "While I was skiing the back mountain passes, the weather took a turn for the worse. I started to make my way back down off the mountain and onto the main trail, which would be well lit and easy to navigate. 

"Unfortunately, I lost my footing, my ski twisted sideways wrenching my ankle and I tumbled down the slope. The pine trees stopped my fall, but I was winded, when I got my breath back and tried to stand, I realised I had dislocated my right hip and broken my left arm. I could not stand, let alone climb back to the path. I was stranded.

"I tried calling for help, but I knew it would be futile - I hadn't seen anyone on this part of the mountain all day. It was one of the reasons I liked skiing there; I liked the solitude. I lay back in the snow, exhausted and depressed. This was not how I planned to start my Christmas. I could think of nothing that would help me out of my predicament.

When I heard the voices calling my name, I thought I must have been hearing things. I called back, 'here I am'. The voices came closer, they were women's voices, two I had never heard before so it wasn't anyone I knew, but they were music to my ears. As the voices got closer I took me a few seconds to process that they were coming from above me, from the sky. I looked up and saw the silhouettes of two large winged creatures hovering overhead. 

As they came in to land I heard one of the voices say in a friendly tone, "Marcus, Marcus, Marcus, what a mess you have got yourself into. It's a good thing we're here to look after you."

She knelt down beside me and I was finally able to see more than a silhouette. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. 

I looked her up and down from head to toe and I was in love. Black hair curled loosely down to her shoulders, her skin had an olive tint to it, her eyes were a dark brown and her mouth full and red. She was completely naked, my eyes traced past her smooth shoulders down to her large breasts with pert pink nipples that I just want to reach out and stroke. She had a little tummy that looked like it would be soft to rest my head on, and wide hips. I could feel my cock getting hard as I wondered what her arse was like. Her bush was black like her hair, I longed to be able to sit up and bury my head in it, and see whether her sex was as pink as her nipples. 

I heard her giggle, and realised that she could tell exactly what I was thinking. She rested her hand on my cheek, "All in good time Marcus, we need to get you warm first."

She stretched up, and it was only then that I processed that this gorgeous naked woman had two large wings on her back, shining with white feathers.

"An angel," I whispered.

"Yes Marcus, an angel," she smiled, "Your snow angel." 

She looked over to the other angel, so I looked too. More perfection, but just not exactly my taste of perfection. I had found my perfect woman in the angel with black hair; nothing else would ever be good enough. The second angel was taller, with red hair and pale skin, her breasts were a little smaller, and her bush was curly and red. She was beautiful, but I felt my eyes being drawn back to the angel with dark hair. She giggled.

"Let's get you warm first," she said.

She and the redhead spread out their wings making a tent. Almost immediately I felt warmer. Even when they closed their wings again, I still felt the warmth. I began to feel better. 

"What are your names?" I whispered.

The black-haired angel smiled, "I'm Madeline, she's Amelia."

"Madeline and Amelia" I repeated. "Are you going to get me to safety?"

Madeline giggled, "In a manner of speaking. We're going to heal you so that you can get yourself to safety. But it will take a while, and we need to keep your blood flowing, and there's one sure way of doing that," her gaze drifted down towards the tent my cock was making in my ski-suit.

I could hardly breathe, "You want..." was all I could manage.

Madeline put a finger to my lips, "Hush, sweet Marcus." 

She leant down and started to unzip my ski suit. I was feeling no cold at all, even as she pulled off my suit and pulled up my t-shirt, carefully moving it over my broken arm. Amelia worked on me from the other end, removing my boots and the rest of my ski-suit. As she moved the leg with the dislocated hip, I felt a little pain but not much. She noticed my slight wince and smiled an apology. Then she reached up and pulled gently on my long johns. As my throbbing cock sprang out into the air, any thought of pain from my hip disappeared from my mind. Madeline grinned as she saw it, turned to face it and brought her mouth down to kiss it.

I gasped in surprise and pleasure as she slid her lips over the head of my cock and slowly took it all inside her mouth, flicking her tongue around the edge as she worked her way down. I moaned as her mouth sucked and moved rhythmically up and down.

I heard Amelia giggle and say, "Don't be greedy Maddy." Then I felt her tongue started to lick my balls, short flicks to tantalise me, and then Amelia put her mouth around one of my balls and sucked it into her mouth, the heat was amazing. I couldn't stop myself and I felt the sperm come shooting out of the top of my cock. I groaned as my cock pulsed, Madeline's sucking grew faster as I came; it felt like my head was going to explode. Amelia continued to lick my balls. My cock was pulsing so hard it was hurting. I reached my hand down to Madeline's shoulder.

"Stop," I gasped, "Ohh... you have to stop."

Madeline slowly slid her mouth of my cock and let it fall back down. She looked over at me with a grin and licked her lips.

"Not bad for a first go," she said. 

I smiled back. "Let me return the favour," I whispered.

Madeline grinned, "Ooh yes... you shouldn't move yet though."

I grinned widely, "Come sit on me then!"

Madeline laughed, "You don't have to ask me twice!" 

She moved up towards my shoulders and swung her leg over my head. Oh, the sight of her arse, so round and bouncy! It was everything I fantasized about in my perfect woman. I wriggled my good arm through her legs so that I could grab her arse-cheeks with it. Her skin was smooth and silky. Madeline giggled as she lowered herself to my mouth.

As soon as her clitoris was close enough, I reached out my tongue and gave it a flick; I was rewarded by a gasp and a groan of pleasure. Madeline leant down over my chest and brushed her nipples over my stomach. I could feel the blood begin rushing back to my cock. When Madeline saw life start to come back to it, she gave the head of my cock some gentle licks. I had to grab her thigh hard to be able to concentrate on what I was doing! But I was determined to give her a good time.

I lifted my chin to get my mouth closer to the lips of her sex; it was as prettily pink as her nipples, hiding shyly behind the thatch of black hair. Going as gently as I could, I stroked her lips with my tongue and then pushed inside her. I explored as deep as I could reach, getting faster as I got more excited. Madeline began to moan loudly with the sensations, and she spread her thighs to push herself closer to my mouth to allow me to get my tongue further into her delicious sex. I needed no further hints and pushed and probed as deeply as I good. I pressed my face right up against her bush, and I used my hand to pull her cheeks apart to give me even more room. Madeline started bucking against me. She had to stop licking my cock because she could no longer hold herself still. She wriggled and squirmed, but I held on tight and continued to lick and suck for all I was worth. Suddenly I felt a vibration run right through her; she sat up and arched her back, crying out. I continued to lick, and as she came I sucked out all her juices. Madeline was going wild on top of me, clamping my face with her thighs and pushing her arse down as far as it would go so that I could get my tongue in deeply. When she was finally sated, she gave a long sigh and lay back down on my stomach, giving me the most gorgeous view of her arse and her swollen wet lips, her sex now open for me to see, I felt my cock go completely hard as I imagined sliding it in to that welcoming entrance. 

For now, we both lay there, Madeline stretched out across my chest and stomach, arse in the air just above my face. Every few seconds she'd give a contented little sigh and nuzzle her face next to my cock. I felt her warmth suffuse through me and felt more content than I had in all my nineteen years. 

Amelia giggled and began to massage my dislocated thigh, the warmth from her hands taking away all the pain. After a few minutes working on my thigh, she moved round to the other side of my body to work on my broken arm. Her touch was magical and I felt all the pain disappear. Not only that, when she finished massaging my arm, I gave it a tentative shake and found that the bone was completely healed. To test it further, I pushed my arm up through Madeline's thighs, grasped both of her arse cheeks, pulled them apart as far as they would go and planted a kiss on her hole. Madeline laughed, wriggled off me and sat up.

"Well, it feels like you're all fixed!" she said, looking down at me. "Try sitting up."

I did this, and yes, both my arm and my hip were back to normal. 

Amelia smiled over at Madeline, "Well it looks like our work here is done, we should get going."

Madeline nodded and stood up. I scrambled up beside her, tongue-tied at the idea of losing my angel. "Don't... don't go" I managed.

Madeline smiled, "We have to, sweet Marcus, we cannot stay here."

I remembered the welcoming pinkness of her sex and my own hardness, "Ah... before you go... could we at least... you know, now that I'm healed, could we...?" 

How do you ask an angel to have sex? Luckily Madeline's thoughts were running along the same lines, she looked down at my cock, standing erect and proud, and smiled. 

She turned to Amelia, "I want to stay to say goodbye. You go on ahead, I promise to follow you."

Amelia laughed, "I should have known you wouldn't be able to resist! Okay, but don't be too long. You have to get that boy home before his parents start to worry."

With that, Amelia raised her wings and soared off into the air. I looked down at Madeline, "Is this okay, I mean, I don't want to get you into trouble..." I trailed off.

Madeline smiled broadly, "This is more than okay!" She stroked the palm of her hand over my chest. "I want you too, Marcus. I'd be upset if we didn't make love properly now that you're healed."

Not wanting to waste any time, and okay, I was also wanting to show off a little, I scooped Madeline up in my arms and laid her out on my ski-suit. Her wings spread out on either side of her. It was an jaw-dropping sight, a beautiful naked woman with white feathered wings, lying down on her back with her legs bent and spread, and her arms raised, inviting me in. I knelt over her, and bent down to kiss and suck her nipples, her breasts were soft and warm, and her nipples were hard points that I could flick with my tongue. When I nibbled them with my teeth, I felt Madeline's chest rise sharply with each gasp. 

She grabbed my hair and pulled me off, "No more playing, I want to feel you inside me," she whispered.

I grinned, "Your wish is my command." 

My cock was so hard, I was concerned that I might hurt her, but I needn't have worried, she was as excited as I was and her sex was soaking to the touch. I ran my fingers up and down the entrance a couple of times, to tickle her and then I slid in my cock. I had to hold back or it would have just slid straight in full bore, but I wanted to take my time. I rubbed it gently in and out, pushing in a little further each time. Madeline was so turned on that her lips were swollen and sensitive so I knew this would drive her wild. Sure enough, she started thrashing and moaning and begging me to thrust my cock all the way into her. I just laughed and continued my slow progress. I had to concentrate though because watching her breasts bouncing wildly as she bucked under me was enough to make me come there and then, but I held it in. I wanted this to last forever.

Madeline took matters into her own hands though, or rather her own feet. She hooked her legs around my arse and used her feet to push me forwards, forcing my cock deep inside her. She moaned deep and loud as she felt my full length. The excitement was too much for me, and I began to pump my cock hard inside her, pulling it out most of its length each time and thrusting it as hard as I could back inside her. This drove her even more wild and she was screaming and thumping the floor with her fists, shouting 'harder, harder' with each thrust I made. 

I knew that I wasn't going to be able to go hard or fast enough for her in this position, so I pulled out and told her to get on her knees. She moaned with pleasure and quickly flipped herself over, presenting me with her arse, and her dripping sex, gaping from where I had been thrusting in. I wasted no time and pushed my cock back into her glorious entrance. I held her hips and thrust her backward and forward in time to my thrusts, pushing my cock in harder and further than I had managed before. Madeline was growling like an animal and shaking her head, she was helping me push my cock in further by pushing back with each thrust I made.

"Ohh..." she gasped, "Grab my arse like you did before. Pull the cheeks apart, that will get you in deeper."

I did what she asked, taking a good handful of each cheek in either hand, I pulled them apart has far as I could. I thrust my cock in as fast and as hard as I could and she pushed back to meet me. Oh, the feeling was electric; I was able to push so deep inside her. 

Madeline was beyond words, and so was I. We were lost in the moment, concentrating on keeping the rhythm of our movements together. I felt the crescendo of orgasm roll over me, and could see it hit Madeline too. Her back arched, and she threw her head back and howled. I gripped her cheeks hard and thrust myself in as deep as I could for one last time, and held it there as I felt my cock pulse with the sperm coming out of it. I couldn't move for several moments, all my senses were with my cock inside her soft, wet, sex. 

As the sensations began to calm a little, I leant over her back and massaged her breasts and nipples with my hands.

"Thank you, oh thank you, my sweet Marcus," Madeline whispered, "that was the best I've ever had. I knew you were the one."

I gently let my cock slip out of her and knelt back, her lips were so wet and swollen, they were irresistible and I bent down and kissed them gently. Madeline moaned softly, but pulled away when I tried to go further.

"You really will drive me crazy," she laughed, "if you start that again!"

So I had to be content with what I had already had. Madeline stayed long enough to help me dress, she kissed me gently on the cheek and then she spread her wings and flew off into the sky. I watched her until she disappeared and then picked up my skis and walked down the mountain.

When I got home I tried to tell my parents and then my friends about what had happened (leaving out the more intimate details) but no-one believed me. They all said I must have knocked myself out and dreamt it all, so soon I stopped telling anyone. 

I never forgot though. Madeline has been in my dreams nearly every night since then. I don't know why they came to save me, maybe they figured the world needed as many doctors as it can get so they decided it would be foolish to lose one to a stupid accident.

But now that I'm an old man, with not long left in this life, I wonder if I'll meet Madeline again.

***

Notice to appear in the deaths listings of the Lowestoft Journal: Dr Marcus Helgelund died peacefully in his sleep last night, at his home, aged 92. He never married, but there is not a family in this town that did not consider him an honorary grandfather. In accordance with his own wishes we request that donations be made to Great Ormond Street Children's Hospital.

***

Marcus... Marcus... We have missed you... You are young again dear sweet Marcus and we have eternity to play...



Snow Angels



I should not have been on that bus. I would not have been had I graduated the year before like everyone else my age. But I got held back a year because of injuries suffered during a car wreck in 10th grade, and had to repeat. I'd never hated the fact more than I did that afternoon.

It was the middle of January. The temperature was arctic (even before the snow), and I'd already seen more snow than an Atlanta girl would see in a lifetime. The problem was, I was no longer in Georgia.

"Minnesota sucks," I grumbled.

The boy sitting beside me, Paul, my defacto boyfriend, laughed condescendingly. "Wus. You haven't lived until you do it on the side of a ten foot snow-drift."

I showed my disapproval by elbowing him in the ribs. "Asshole," I added, when he laughed again. The truth was, I was utterly miserable being cold.

The snow had begun as a gentle flurry around ten o'clock, and had grown into a howling monster by the time school let out early at two-thirty. I was totally miffed that they would even have school on a day where a foot or more of snow was predicted by three o'clock. Only in Minnesota, I thought.

"Actually," he said, gazing out the window at the brutal white out. "This is pretty radical, even for Minnesota."

A lake-effect storm gone psycho; they were now predicting up to four feet with snow-drifts eight feet high by midnight. Unbelievable.

Twenty minutes later, Paul got off the bus half a block from his house—reluctantly; he liked leaving me on the bus no more than I liked being left—waited in the whirlwind until the bus pulled away, waving at me unhappily, and then trudged toward home with his shoulders hunched and his hands jammed in the pockets of his parka. It bothered me seeing him so miserable; I was really getting to like Paul.

For the next hour and forty-five minutes, the bus crept forward a foot at a time, discharging students lucky enough not to live in Mesaba Estates, while I ran my battery down to a flashing rectangular outline relentlessly texting Paul and my other friends. I barely paid attention as the ridership of Bus 9899 dwindled to fewer than a handful of students. Scowling out the window into the now perfect darkness, I clamped my arms across my chest, pressed my lips into a straight line, balled my fists against my ribs and tried to keep my nostrils from flaring unattractively. Not that anyone would look at me and see. The driver was too wrapped up in driving to look anywhere but out the icy front windshield. Twenty minutes later, the only other passenger on the bus beside myself was Agnes Ahlberg, the one person on the route who lived farther away than I did. As she always did, Agnes sat alone by the window, five rows from the back, on the opposite side of the bus.

Agnes was peculiar. She wasn't pretty, but neither was she ugly. The truth was, Agnes could be cute if she wanted to be. However, she always wore her dark hair parted in the middle, chose drab, out of fashion clothes, and looked totally devoid of makeup, even when she had some on. She was a seriously blah girl that boys either ignored or ridiculed, and which girls made fun of. In the half-year I'd been at school, I'd talked to her maybe twice, three times at the most. We'd never had a conversation.

Looking at her reflection in the glass, I felt guiltily sorry for her. Like me, she had her arms crossed over her chest, and was staring out the window, unseeing, by the look of her reflected face. I watched her from the corner of my eye, afraid to be caught looking.

Two things happened at once. The driver, a string bean balding man in his late fifties yelled "Shit!" and then suddenly the bus was sliding sideways, the front end going right and the rear end going left, the tires on the locked wheels making a grinding sound as they plowed through the built-up snow and ice. The noise became twice as loud and frightening as the bus, going nearly perpendicular to the road now, extended both sets of wheels into the gravel shoulders. I grabbed the top of the seat ahead of me, sensed Agnes do the same thing behind me. I was too afraid to speak, too shocked to cry out. Looking back, I locked eyes with a terrified Agnes.

We hit something with a sickening jolt and suddenly the bus was no longer going sideways but backwards. Agnes and I screamed at the same time and so did the driver, though his scream was more an angry denial than an expression of fear. I watched as he twisted the wheel first one way and then the other, having no effect whatsoever on the attitude or direction of the bus. We slid off the road and headed down the embankment, which thankfully wasn't steep enough to pitch the bus over onto its side. It was steep enough, however, to pitch me off my seat into the isle and fling Agnes clear across the bus. I grimaced as I heard what could only be her head smacking the window pane. Being thrown around as I was, I was unable to look back and see if she was injured.

"No! No, goddammit!" The driver, still fighting the wheel as though it could make any possible difference, had finally found his voice. More profanities spewed from him as the bus took a particularly hard lurch crashing through a line of saplings planted on the hillside. The impact bounced him off the unforgiving wall, and halfway off his seat. He kept one hand on the wheel while planting the other on an outcrop of the dashboard. Nothing he did had the slightest effect on the bus's trajectory. And then suddenly it was over.

Oh, my God, I thought frantically. We've stopped. I looked out the windows to make sure this assumption was in fact, correct. It was. To my amazement the bus had come to rest on almost perfectly level ground. How in the name of God we had remained upright I didn't know.

The driver coughed explosively. Pushing back into his seat, he twisted around to look back at us. Still coughing, he choked out: "Are you girls okay?"

I looked back at Agnes, who looked on the verge of hyperventilating. She was fingering the left side of her head, wincing at whatever it was her fingertips probed into. She looked at me and nodded.

"We're all right," I confirmed. "What about you?"

"Okay," he answered. His coughing fit had subsided. I wondered if it had been a reaction to fear, because I felt like I should be coughing too. In fact, I think I was seriously close to throwing up. I looked back at Agnes.

"Are you okay?" I asked. I asked this not in the way of a curious bystander, but as a friend. Peculiar or not, Agnes had just gone through the same horrible experience that I had. I felt an instant bond with her, if not of friendship, then at least of camaraderie. We had survived.

Carefully, I got off my butt and brushed off the back of my jeans. My elbow hurt, and so did both of my butt cheeks. So did the outside of my left thigh, where I must have whacked it against the opposite seat going down. My back also felt stiff, as though I'd almost thrown it out of whack.

"Where are we?" Agnes asked. "Do you know?"

I had to admit that I had no idea. Turning to the driver—his back was giving him problems too, from the looks of it—I asked the same question of him that Agnes had asked of me. He looked dubious.

"Well, I think, we're off Broad Neck Road."

Anxiety shot through my chest at the question mark in his voice. "You think? You don't know?"

Rather painfully, the driver shrugged. "I know we turned off Route 3. The trouble is, it was snowing so hard when we turned that I couldn't make out the street sign. There were no landmarks that I could identify either. It was a complete whiteout for God's sake. I was counting off distance by the odometer, and when I saw a road where Broad Neck was supposed to be, I turned. I wasn't positive, but the turns in the road seemed right. We must have been coming up on Wentworth when we went off."

He hesitated, unsure.

"How far did you go up?" I asked. Right after we had moved in, I idly checked the distance on Dad's odometer from the school to home. The distance from Route 3 to Wentworth was a mile and a half. Though I hadn't been paying close attention, I was sure that we had gone a mile and a half down Broad Neck, maybe even two miles. Oh, God. Were we lost?

"Relax," he said, smiling tightly. "Even if we're on the wrong road, it's not like were on the backside of the moon. We didn't slide that far, and anyone passing will see the headlights. They're pointing right at the road." We all looked through the front windshield at the whirling, driving snow. I wondered if the lights could be seen from twenty feet away, much less up that long hill to the top of the embankment. Seemed to me anyone up there would be concentrating hard as could be on the snow-covered pavement right before him or her; not sightseeing.

"Besides—" He indicated the radiophone that he used to communicate with the dispatcher and school. "I'll call in and they'll send a wrecker out for the bus and a 4x4 to get you girls home. We can't be more than a hundred feet from the road. Nothing to worry about."

In my old school district in Atlanta, the buses had all been equipped with GPS tracker units on the roof. You couldn't get lost, even if you had tried. Here, you had to depend on the radiophone if something went wrong; or, on your cell phone. Remembering that mine was dead gave me a new, seasick feeling. I pulled it out and flipped back the lid to check. It was dead, completely. It had died in my pocket. I couldn't even call my folks to tell them what was going on.

"Fuck." I turned to Agnes. "Can I borrow your cell phone? Mine is dead."

She smiled in apology and shrugged. "Sorry, I don't have one."

I looked at her in astonishment. "You don't have one?"

She shook her head, blushing, lowering her eyes out of embarrassment. I didn't know anyone, not even here in Minnesota that didn't have a cell phone. I turned to the driver, whose name I now remembered was Mr. Sanford.

"Could I use your cell phone to call my mom? Mine's dead. " I held it out as proof.

Nodding absently, he dug in his coat pocket and came out with a battered old phone that looked nearly as old as he did. Flipping it open, he wrinkled his forehead. He held the phone up and away from him, turned in a quarter-circle, and then turned completely around. Then he walked down the isle toward us moving the cell phone to either side of the bus, scowling more and more deeply.

"The tower must be down. I usually get three bars out here, no matter where we are." He looked out the window in the general direction of Route 3, where the cell phone towers were. "Bad luck," he said, holding out the display so that I could verify that he was telling the truth. The phone was a Samsung; I was amazed it worked at all. Sure enough, there were no bars showing.

Suddenly, Mr. Sanford turned around to stare at the handset of the radiotelephone. He hurried back up the isle to the front, Agnes and I right behind him.

Please! I thought. Please, please let that phone be working!

Snatching up the handset, Mr. Sanford pushed the transmit lever on the side and spoke loudly and clearly: "Dispatch? 9899. Over."

Nothing but static answered the callout. "Dispatch? 9899 here, calling an emergency. We are off the road somewhere east of Wentworth on Broad Neck Road. Do you copy, dispatch?"

He released the lever and we listened to more static. I thought, maybe, that I heard a faint voice attempting to answer. If so, it sounded from the far side of the moon.

Bending over to check the dial, Mr. Sanford called out again. When there was still no answer, he rotated the switch to a second frequency and called out on that. The results were no better. Each time his call went unanswered, my stomach cramped a little harder, and my hands shook a little more, until I felt right on the edge of panic.

"Are we trapped out here?" I croaked. "Please tell me we aren't trapped out here." I cast a frantic look at Agnes and found her staring back at me with big, slowly blinking eyes.

"It's okay," she muttered. "Even if we are, it's not like we're going to freeze to death or anything. The engine's running, and we have plenty of gas." She and I and Mr. Sanford all looked at the dashboard at the same time. Seeing the needle on the gas gage resting at just over half a tank, I released a shuddering sigh and relaxed. If worst came to worse, we could run the engine for a while, get things warm and toasty, and then shut it off for a while. It would surely last until we were rescued. Surely.

After trying the third and final frequency with the same result, and then going through all three channels one more time, Mr. Sanford resolutely replaced the handset into the cradle and cursed mildly under his breath.

"Either the weather is doing this, we're too far out, which I don't believe is possible, or something happened to the antenna when we crashed. Whatever the cause—" He folded his arms deliberately across his chest. "—we're stranded here until the storm is over, or until they come looking for us."

Another thought occurred to me. "What about food? What about water?"

Looking surprised, and then thoughtful, Agnes returned to her seat and grabbed her backpack off the floor. She hunted through it for a moment and brought out an unopened bottle of Dasani. It was only 12 oz, but it was something to drink. Seeing it made me remember the half-full bottle of Diet-Coke in my own backpack.

"I have a pack of cookies in here somewhere too," she said. She located not one, but two packs of Oreo cookies in the smaller front pocket. She continued looking, but finally shrugged and admitted, "That's it, sorry."

We both looked at Mr. Sanford, who shook his head. "Worst comes to worst, we melt snow. It's not like we've any shortage of frozen water."

Snowballs for dinner, I thought. How yummy.

I told them about my half-bottle of Diet-Coke, not wanting anyone to think I was holding out. I only wished that I had two packages of cookies in my backpack also, instead of the half-ounce of pot I was holding for Paul. I guessed we could eat that if we had too. That idea made me grin, wryly.

While Mr. Sanford returned to the radiotelephone, and alternately his useless cell phone, Agnes and I sat down in a seat a few rows back and bundled our arms across our chests. Despite the heat blowing from the floor vents, it felt not much warmer than fifty degrees in the bus. I experimentally opened my mouth and blew out air. I was alarmed to see mist. It was colder than I had thought. Agnes leaned forward and looked down at the floor, then up at the frost-spangled windows. For the windows to be frozen over like that, the temperature outside must have really plummeted.

"This is scary," she whispered. "I've never seen snow blow this hard." She wiped the window with the heel of her hand; it did nothing whatsoever to clear the frost, if anything, worsened things.She rubbed the side of her hand against her pant leg and then put it back in her coat pocket. It occurred to me that Agnes was no more a Minnesota native than I was.

"Where are you from?" I asked.

She sighed wistfully. "Florida. I hate it here. What about you?"

"Atlanta," I said. "I wish I was there now"

"Me too. You moved here over the summer?"

Though she looked at me with quick, semi-embarrassed glances, she had beautiful, big brown eyes, the color and warmth of hot chocolate. Her skin, though peppered with tiny dots of acne across her forehead, was otherwise nice. Like many girls with very dark hair, she had a hint of a mustache; it wasn't unattractive; it was just there. The few times she had smiled, she had displaced a very nice set of teeth. I wondered how a girl as inherently attractive as Agnes could be so insecure, so timid, so off-putting.

"We could be on the beach right now," I said, thinking of bikinis and waxing, spaghetti-straps and shorts and sandals. I wondered if they even sold sandals in Minnesota. "What made your folks move up here?" I asked.

She shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. "My dad got his own congregation. That, and it was almost like moving home again. We're originally from Wisconsin. He hates hot weather almost as much as I love it. It's just not fair," she complained, thrusting out her lower lip. I had to laugh.

"Congregation? Like a church congregation?"

She nodded. "He's a rabbi. My mother teaches--"

"You're Jewish?" I broke in, startled.

She looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Ahlberg? I would think so." Her lips curled up at the corners, letting me know I was being teased. I loved how her eyes twinkled as she smiled.

Feeling my face redden, I answered quickly: "Sorry, I didn't mean--"

She laughed, only feeding my embarrassment. "I've never had a Jewish friend before," I muttered.

Her smile broadened. "You're sure it's allowed? I mean, after all, you are blond and beautiful. You wouldn't want to jeopardize your good standing, or your good seat at lunch."

Though said teasingly, her words had bite. I sat at a table jammed from one end to the other with all my friends. Most of the time, Agnes sat alone or with a small group of equally nerdy geeks.

I said: "There's room for one more at my table. Or we could always start our own table. Nerds on one side, all the cool kids on the other."

She couldn't help herself. With a startling radiance, a smile broke across her face. My right hand rose of its own accord, and with no instruction from me whatsoever swept the hair on her left side back behind her ear. My left hand came up and did the same to the hair on her other side. Startled, she blinked and jerked backwards, away from me. Thoroughly embarrassed and beginning to redden I shot a glance forward and was relieved to see Mr. Sanford hunched over, examining the settings on the radio. He had the microphone in his hand.

"Sorry," I said, looking away. "I shouldn't have done that." Agnes had self-consciously—or subconsciously—swept the rest of her hair back behind her ears, securing whatever I had missed. I felt my face go red hot. I looked down at my clamped-together hands, wishing I were anywhere but on that bus. Agnes sat back against the seat and looked out the window.

"I should move," I muttered, almost unintelligibly.

"Please don't." Her right hand moved and hovered just above my clasped hands. She moved it back, let it fall to her thigh.

"Can I show you something?" she asked.

I nodded stiffly.

Picking up her backpack, she unzipped the main compartment and removed a small, white laptop computer and sat it on her lap. I recognized the Apple logo. Her fingers fumbled at the catch, the lid raised to the upright position, displaying a sign-on screen. With visibly trembling fingers she typed in her password and hit the Return key. The desktop appeared. She paused, hand still trembling. Suddenly she shut the lid again.

"I can't do this," she mumbled.

"Can't do what?" I wondered. I didn't want to admit that I was as confused as I was embarrassed.

"What I was doing."

"What were you doing?"

"That's what I can't show you," she said cryptically.

I laughed, fighting to keep my hand in my lap where it belonged, not across the narrow space separating her from me. "You should show me, Agnes."

"I'm too embarrassed to," she complained. In fact, her face had gone beet red, redder even than my own a minute ago. She started to return the laptop to her backpack; I reached across and caught her right wrist.

"Show me. It's okay, I promise. We're supposed to be friends, remember?"

She laughed bitterly. "I don't think we're that good of friends, Ellen."

Unwisely, I made her return the laptop to her lap and fought with her to reopen the lid. She resisted me with something akin to mild panic.

"It's OK," I assured her. "Whatever it is, I'm not gonna think bad of you."




Snow Angels



"Yes, you are," she said decidedly. "You're never gonna talk to me again." Regardless, she released the lid and let me lever it into an open position.

"Type in the password," I coaxed.

"No."

"Please, Agnes? I want to see."

"No, you don't," she said unequivocally.

Pulling the computer off her lap onto my own lap, I typed combinations of letters close to what I had seen her enter. Frowning, her forehead creased and her eyebrows pulled into a straight line, she watched while I tried combination after combination. I was just about to give up when it hit me: I typed in my last name.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said.

Agnes looked away, groaning softly. I stared at her, blinking. When the desktop was back in place, I moved the cursor around using the touch-pad, trying to think what to do next. I looked over at Agnes again.

"Here," I said, "show me."

Wordlessly, she reached over and directed the cursor to the Mail icon in the toolbar at the bottom of the screen. She clicked it, and a moment later a window popped up. I skimmed down the unfamiliar list of addresses and headers, looking for anything of interest. I saw nothing. It was just typical correspondence from friends and acquaintances of hers, interspersed with junk mail.

"I don't understand," I said.

Again silently, she moved the cursor so that it rested above the Drafts folder on the left side of the screen. When she removed her hand and replaced it in her lap, I clicked the folder. Blinking, I gasped. Filling the Drafts folder were email after email addressed to me.

"Agnes," I said. "What is this?" I looked at her, and her lips were trembling, her eyes were filled with tears. Unbidden, my hand stole over to her lap and gripped her clasped hands. "Don't," I said very softly. I looked from her face, to the screen and back again.

The latest email in the queue, dated last night at 10:45 P.M., read:

Dear Ellen,

Another boring day. I'm sitting on my bed propped against the headboard and a stack of pillows. I'm in the pajamas you like so much (the white ones with the blue stripes?), watching a repeat of Grey's Anatomy. Lexie just kissed McSteamy and I am absolutely livid over it! I want to throw the remote at the screen! What is wrong with that girl?

Anyway, today at lunch you glanced over at me and I managed to get my eyes away from you just in time. You were talking to Sara, who had a really nasty look on her face, the kind she gets when she's teasing me or talking to someone when she knows I can overhear. I wanted to give her the finger, but oddly enough, I don't think it was me she was talking about.

One thing I have to give you: although you normally look at whoever she's sniping, you usually look as though whatever Sara's saying bores or irritates you. Also, you are never mean when talking to un-cool students like me. Not like Sara and your other friends. I like that about you. You're different. In many ways, more like my friends and me than you are like Sara and her friends. Not that I think you're drab. You are the most un-drab person I can imagine. It just hurts me to see you hang around those B's and know I'll never be a part of your group, never be good enough for you.

She went on to describe her evening, including an argument with her mom, a yelling match she'd gotten into with her brother—I couldn't imagine Agnes yelling at anyone, brother included—and difficulties with her homework. I also read about the ten times she had wanted to call me on the telephone and hadn't the nerve, the heartbreaking hopelessness she felt, knowing that I'd never in a million years call her. It made me want to cry, and at the same time, go sit at the back of the bus, as far away from her as I could get. Never once, had I ever suspected.

"I don't understand," I muttered honestly. "We don't even know each other. How could...?" The improbabilities made my head spin. There were so many emails.

Scrolling down the list I realized that a day hadn't passed in the last month that she hadn't written me something. Often, there were two or three, even four emails in one day. Turning my head, I looked at her, dumbfounded. Then I pushed the laptop away and stumbled out of the seat and made my way to the back of the bus.

* * *

I didn't understand. Worse, I didn't understand my reaction. No, that's a lie; I understood my reaction fully well: I had freaked. I was overwhelmed, floored by the unexpectedness of the discovery as well as by the significance of it. This girl was in love with me. In love, or hopelessly infatuated, which for a teenager amounts to the same thing. It was so totally not what I had expected.

Confounded, I sat with my arms clamped over my chest, my legs clamped together, staring at the window. Ahead of me, Agnes remained where I had left her in her seat. Although I paid no attention to her at all, I could tell without looking that she was really shaken, possibly even crying. Peripherally, I could see her hunched over, looking at the floor.

Why had she showed me the laptop? Why had she led me to the emails? Was she crazy? How could she possibly think that I was interested in her? I wanted to jump up and scream You lezzie reak! Dyke! Go get your pussy somewhere else!

Then what the hell made you touch her hair, I wondered?

The question, unbidden and coming out of nowhere, rocked me back in my seat.

What, I demanded, almost aloud.

You touched her hair, tucked it behind her ears. What the hell did you think would happen?

I didn't do that, I objected.

The hell you didn't! You led her on, and then freaked out when she responded to your advances.

I sat bolt upright. Indignantly I set that voice straight right away. Bullshit! No action of mine resulted in that girl filling her head and her computer with nonsense! Did you see that shit? She's been writing to me since the start of school. When did I ever so much as smile at her or say more than hi? Today was the first time we ever said more than two words to each other. The only time I even notice her is when she says or does something stupid. She's nothing to me.

Really, the voice commented.

I sat, fuming. Where the hell did this voice get off telling me I didn't know my own mind? Since when had I ever thought, or cared about Agnes Ahlberg? God damned little cunt-licker.

For another ten minutes I remained rigidly in denial. Then, slowly, as my anger drained away, I began to experience doubt. If I was truthful with myself, wasn't it clear that I was unusually aware of someone I claimed to have no interest in? Although we shared no classes, why did I always seem to notice what clothes she wore, the state of her hair, her lack of makeup and who, if anyone, she was conversing with. And why, I had to ask myself, was I sometimes bothered seeing her crack a smile or have her dullness otherwise lifted talking with another girl? (I had never, that I could remember, seen her talking to a guy.) And why did the face looking back at me from the frosted, though blurry and somewhat distorted window, look so miserable?

With a suddenness that made me jump, the engine died and the lights went out. Ten rows ahead of me, Agnes gasped and started out. Mr. Sanford muttered, "What the hell?" and looked around the interior of the bus, now illuminated only by emergency panels mounted front and rear on the ceiling. I stood up, uncertainly, and then sat back down again. Now what, I wondered?

Setting aside her backpack, Agnes slid off her seat and walked cautiously forward, stopping right behind the driver's seat. Mr. Sanford was trying to restart the engine, but it wasn't turning over even. I wrapped my arms tightly around my chest and looked down at the floor. With the engine stopped, heat no longer blew from the vents. I began to shiver.

"What's the matter?" Agnes asked, alarm in her voice. "Why won't it start?"

"I don't know why, honey," Mr. Sanford said, distractedly. "We have plenty of fuel." He tapped the gas gauge, and then examined all the other gauges on the dashboard, his finger following his eyes. "I'm afraid it could be electrical."

"Isn't the engine a diesel?" Agnes surprised me by asking.

Mr. Sanford grunted disagreement. "Propane. It needs electricity, just like a regular gasoline engine." He stared at the dashboard, muttering, thinking hard. "Only thing I can think of is the alternator went out when we hit that stranded car." That was what had spun us around, I guessed.

He half rose from his seat to look down at the hood. "We hit on the left side, where the alternator is. If it was damaged or the belt came loose..." He shrugged and sat back down. "The engine would run on the battery for a while, until it ran out of juice. I think that's what happened." He did not sound happy. It fact, he sounded very worried.

"How long will the emergency lights work?" Agnes wanted to know. She looked at the fixture above the windshield, then at the one above the rear door. Our eyes met for an instant; I looked away, half a second too late.

"Eight hours," Mr. Sanford said. "More or less. They work off a separate battery." He looked over his shoulder at Agnes. "Don't worry, missy. We'll be out of here way before then. I promise you that."

Agnes shook her head forcefully. "How can you promise that? We're stranded here. We're not even sure we're on the right road. You weren't able to raise anybody, and now we don't even have lights to show anybody where we are."

The rising panic in her voice was unmistakable. Shaking off my stupor, I slid off the seat and started up the isle. She had just begun to speak again in a high, cracking voice when I touched her shoulder. She jumped and cried out sharply.

"It's okay," I told her. "The bus is insulated, right, Mr. Sanford? It shouldn't get below freezing in here. We can easily hold out until someone finds us. We have your water, and my Diet-Coke, and like Mr. Sanford said, we can always eat snow if we really get thirsty." I squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "We'll be fine."

Her fear I could handle, but I wanted to flinch away from the look of pain and betrayal in her eyes. I smiled. It felt horribly forced and wooden.

"The trouble is--" We both looked at Mr. Sanford. "No matter how well the bus is insulated..." He paused to look at the already glazed-over windshield. "The temperature is going to continue to drop until it gets quite uncomfortable in here. I'm sure they'll find us before the drop in temperature becomes life threatening--" He held up his hands defensively. "But I don't think I can take that chance."

"What do you mean?" I asked dubiously. He didn't expect us to leave the bus, did he? That seemed suicidal.

"I have to go for help. I'll—"

"No!" Agnes and I cried together.

"You can't go out there!"

"You'll freeze to death!" Agnes cried.

"You won't even be able to find the road!"

"And what if no one comes along? There's hardly any houses along this stretch of road."

"Even if it's Broad Neck," I persisted. "And we're not sure it is."

Sanford stood up. "I have a responsibility to you kids. To make sure you're safe. You won't be safe as long as we're stranded in this bus without heat. I have boots, I have a heavy winter coat; my ski cap and woolen gloves will keep me plenty warm. I'll be fine," he assured us.

"Bullshit!" I shot back. "You'll kill yourself, and leave us here alone to freeze. You're shirking your responsibility, Mr. Sanford, not honoring it!"

Looking pained that I would use such language, Mr. Sanford shook his head and pulled his parka off the back of his seat. Agnes looked close to panic again, but also undecided, biting her lower lip. She looked from me to Mr. Sanford and back, plaintively. I shrugged. If Mr. Sanford wanted kill himself, what could I do about it?

"This is really stupid," I grumped anyway.

"Really stupid," Agnes echoed. I noticed the plume of steam come out her mouth and tried not to think about that.

Mr. Sanford said: "Inside that compartment are blankets." He pointed to a square door built into the panel below the dashboard. "Wrap yourselves up in them. There are flares in there as well. I'll mark my path up to the road so that I can find my way back. They burn for fifteen minutes each. I'll take half and leave half here with you. When the one closest to the bus go out, pitch out a fresh one. Even in the snow storm I'll be able to find my way back."

He squatted and flipped back the catches holding the door closed. Right in the front was a stack of plastic wrapped blankets. He grabbed one and tossed it to Agnes, another to me, and two more, one for each of us. Removing one for its plastic bag, I shook it out and wrapped it around my shoulders. The other I clutched under my right arm. Agnes held both blankets against her chest, looking very unhappy.

"This is really stupid, Mr. Sanford."

Mr. Sanford pulled out a red plastic box, flipped open the top and removed a package of flares. There were three in the package, protected by a plastic blister pack. Examining them for a long moment, he stuffed the package into his pocket, and then removed the others. There were four packs altogether, twelve flares in all. He pitched the empty box back into the compartment, resealed the hatch and stood up.

"Do you know how to light a flare?" He looked from one of us to the other.

"I've seen it done on television," Agnes admitted doubtfully. "You scratch the top of the cap across the top of the flare." She pantomimed the action, her movements no more certain than her voice.

"Exactly." He opened the package and held out one of the flares to Agnes, but she shied away. I took it instead.

"Show me," he said.

Clumsily, I peeled away the red fabric band holding the plastic top to the flare and dropped it on the floor. The cap slid off easily, revealing a red button that would ignite when struck by the rough surface on the cap. I would not want to ignite it on the bus.

"Okay. Let's give this a go." Mr. Sanford showed Agnes how to lever open the doors with the emergency handle, then had me step down into the well, where he joined me. "Go head Agnes," he said.

Looking very unhappy about it, Agnes struggled with the lever until the doors inched apart and let in a blast of frigid air and snow. Flakes abraded my face, making me blink. I held my hands up for protection, squinting my eyes, which teared almost immediately. My unprotected hands began to sting.

"Do it quickly, Ellen. Don't let more cold air in than you absolutely have to."

Taking a deep breath, still squinting, I held the flare outside the open doors and clumsily struck it with the top of the cap. Nothing happened. I tried it again with the same result. Mr. Sanford reached around and took each of my hands in his own and, after holding them steady a moment, deliberately and forcefully dragged the striker patch across the chemical bottom. With a whoosh, and a stink of sulfur, the flare ignited.

"Oh, my God!" I cried, looking away, blinded. I hadn't expected it to be so bright. Still holding my hand, Mr. Sanford pitched the flare fifteen feet out into the snow. It's own weight and the spewing fan of brilliantly burning gases made it sink immediately out of sight. I hadn't expected that either.

"Dammit! That's no good!"

"Just wait, sweetie."

A moment later, the snow began to glow red and suddenly there was an erupting volcano fifteen feet from the bus.

"The flare is made of sodium chlorate. It burns anywhere, even under water. Nothing can put it out." He had let go of my hands and backed up the stairs, where he took the lever from Agnes and closed the doors against the snow. "It'll burn for fifteen minutes. When it dies you strike another one and throw it out. You have six flares, which means I have an hour and a half to find help and get back here."

"What if you don't?" Agnes asked in a strangled voice. "You won't survive out there for an hour and a half. You won't make it fifteen minutes, Mr. Sanford. Please don't go!"

For a moment, I thought Mr. Sanford might cave under duress, but following a moment's indecision, he jammed his woolen ski cap down over his ears, zipped up his parka to the chin, fastened the Velcro straps, and then donned his gloves.

"You kids take care of yourselves. I'll be back before you know it. Close the door behind me and don't forget to light the next flare." And without further instruction, he banged open the doors, crouched down and leaped as far out as he could. Stupefied, I watched him struggle through the thigh deep snow up to and past the burning flare, watched him wave as merrily as if he was off on a skiing expedition, and finally disappear into the swirling, cascading darkness.

"Fuck!" I cried angrily. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Grabbing the handle, I banged the bi-fold doors closed with a vengeance.

* * *

It was half an hour later. Agnes and I sat side by side on the seat directly behind Mr. Sanford's driver's seat, wrapped in all four blankets, staring out the doors. Strangely, they hadn't iced over the way the windows had. I didn't understand it; I was just grateful.

"Do you think he's okay?" I asked. The words came out barely recognizable. Both Agnes and I had erupted in uncontrollable spasms of shaking. I had my hands jammed in my pockets, and my chin buried in the zipped up collar of my coat. My legs were freezing inside the thin lining of my Levi's; my toes were numb.

"Sure he is," Agnes replied unconvincingly. "He's probably reached a house, called the police, and is on his way back right now."

Outside, the second flare sputtered and died. Grumbling, I stood up, yanked open the doors and dropped down into the well. We were starting on our second half hour. How long could someone, even well bundled up as Mr. Sanford was, survive in this cold? On the good side, I could still see where he'd plowed through the snow, which I hadn't been able to fifteen minutes before. The wind blew just as hard, but there was less snow obscuring my vision. Unfortunately, the temperature hadn't improved at all.

"Mr. Sanford?" I hollered. I heard nothing but the howling wind. Digging the flare out of my pocket, I freed the lid and struck the top across the button. Even before it had begun to properly spew fire, I pitched it into the flare crater, scrambled back up the steps and wrenched closed the door.

"Jesus Christ it's cold outside!" I jammed my hands back in my pockets and sat down beside Agnes. She immediately flung the blankets around my shoulders and secured them in the front. For the hundredth time, I cursed my stupidity in not bringing my gloves. No, what I cursed was my laziness in not looking for them this morning.

"Thanks," I said through chattering teeth. I was intensely aware of our close proximity, and the discomfort it caused us both. Agnes had remained quiet throughout the ordeal, speaking only in reply to a comment or question from me. It was driving me crazy. What was also driving me crazy was the growing certainty that I liked being wrapped up in a blanket with her.

"What if he really doesn't come back," I asked. I forcibly pushed aside the scenarios running in my mind about Mr. Sanford wandering around in circles, stepping into a hole and breaking his ankle, collapsing exhausted and frozen into a snow bank.  

"Don't talk like that," Alice chattered back. "He'll be fine. We just have to believe that."

What I believed was just the opposite. But then I had always been a pessimist. I always saw the worst possible outcome.

"Are you and Paul, like the real thing?" she asked unexpectedly.

I blinked, and then shrugged under the blankets. "Don't know. Guess so, I guess. We like each other." The truth was, Paul was more steady company for me than a boyfriend, and I was more a body to feel up and attempt to stick fingers and a prick into, though so far I'd successfully resisted the latter, much to Paul's chagrin.




Snow Angels



"What about you?" I asked, not cruelly, but in an attempt to keep her talking. "Anybody special?"

She rolled her eyes. "Right. That's gonna happen here."

"What about before you got here?" I asked. She was only a year or so longer a resident of Minnesota than I was. If Agnes had stood a chance of scoring a boyfriend anywhere, it had to be Florida.

She shrugged. "It was better there than here. At least there, I had some friends. Here I'm the only Jewish girl in the whole damned school."

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "You really think that's the reason? I've never heard anyone mention your religion before at all. I didn't even know you were Jewish. Not that it matters. It's not like you're black or Hispanic or anything." I grinned. There were no blacks in our class, and only one or two Hispanics. In my old school in Atlanta, whites had been the minority.

"So what do they talk about then?" she asked wryly. "My big nose?"

"No. About you being a lesbo."

She was shocked wide-eyed, her mouth opening in protestation . . . until I laughed.

"Ellen! I can't believe you said that. It's not true, is it?"

Continuing to laugh, I shook my head. "Your secret is safe with me. Cross my heart and hope to die."

She was red to the roots of her hair. "I am not a lesbo. I've never been with a girl before. I don't like girls."

"You like me," I pointed out.

"That's different," she said, frowning. "I just thought you'd be a nice person to talk to."

"I'm not?" I wondered.

Her face redden even more. She mumbled, "I don't know. I've never talked to you before."

"We're talking now," I reminded her.

"Only because."

"Only because, is as good a reason as any. Why not take advantage of it?"

She hunched under the blanket and leaned away from me. I took my hands out of my pockets, grabbed the overlapped ends of the blanket and pulled them tighter together. It forced her back against me.

"Maybe I like talking to you," I said. "Have you considered that?"

She hunched her shoulders even more. "You didn't seem to earlier."

"I kinda got taken by surprise," I said. "I never for a minute suspected you had any interest in me."

Her face was now scarlet. I could actually—or imagined I could—feel the heat radiating off it. Slowly, I moved my left hand in search of her right, found it and forced my fingers between hers, entwining them.

"I think maybe I like you having an interest in me, Agnes."

Startled, she inched her head around. "What?"

I told her about my revelation of earlier, of discovering that I had suppressed my own interest, had experienced jealousy and insecurity, even about the battle of the voices.

She blinked at me slowly, guardedly.

"Do you think I'd lie about something like that? Under the present circumstances?" I scooted in tighter against her, found her other hand in the folds of blanket and gripped it also, though through a layer of blanket. I drew my legs up beneath me and sat on my feet; Agnes did likewise.

"These seats are really cold. Let's tuck the blankets under us." Though difficult, with only one hand each to accomplish the task, we somehow managed.

"Better," I muttered. I dreaded when the flare burned out again and I'd have to get up and replace it. It couldn't be more than twenty degrees in the bus. The cold was glacial. Breath billowed out whitely with each exhalation, looking almost crystalline. My teeth refused to stop chattering. Agnes was shaking like a tree in an earthquake.

"Maybe we should put our heads under the blanket," she suggested.

"Good idea," I agreed, shouldering the blankets up and over my ears. We hunkered over almost double, but the blankets were just large enough to enshroud us like a cocoon. Right away I could feel a difference in my cheeks and nose, which embarrassingly, wouldn't stop dripping. I sniffed loudly.

"God, I hope we don't get frostbite."

Agnes shook her head. "We should be okay as long as we have these blankets around us. The warmth of our breathing should bring the temperature up. I already feel warmer, don't you?"

I hadn't noticed any lessening of my shakes. It was like every muscle in my body had a needle stuck in it with an electric wire attached. I imagined this was what being electrocuted felt like. I found her hands again and gripped them tightly. "If we get out of this," I said. "From now on, you and I are eating lunch together every day."

She laughed. "That'll go over big with your friends."

"Fuck my friends. They're not trapped with me on this bus." I turned to look at her in the darkness. "I'd like you to send me those emails, Agnes. I want to read every one of them. I don't know if I'll reply to any of them--there were so many--but I'd like to know what you wrote."

Agnes groaned.

"What?"

"It's embarrassing."

"Why?"

"You have no idea what I wrote in some of those emails. I really poured out my heart to you. Even if we were best friends forever," she said anxiously, "there is no way I would have sent more than one in five of those emails. Mostly, they were my electronic diary."

"So?" I objected. "I'd let you read my diary."

"No, you wouldn't. Diaries are private. Too private."

I was quiet a moment. I wondered if I could even imagine the things she had written, or whether I wanted to. Maybe I was better off not knowing. On the other hand, I had never done anything worthwhile enough to start my own diary. An indicator of my shallowness?

"Can I tell you something?" I said.

"Sure."

"I've never had a real girlfriend before. Someone I could share secrets with. Most of the people I hang around with are more interested in their nails or the skirt they bought last weekend or their hairdos than they are in listening to a friend's problems...or even in being friends. The people I hang around with—including myself—are more plastic than Barbie. Barbie is Mother Teresa compared to some of us," I added, snorting.

It was Agnes's turn to be silent. I felt her obvious embarrassment, her unsureness of how to respond to a confession like that.

"Forget what I said. It's not important," I told her.

She was quiet a moment longer, and then asked in a hesitant voice: "Would you want to see the latest ones, or see them in order?"

I grinned in the darkness. "From the beginning, please. I'd like to see how your infatuation with me has progressed over the last five months." I laughed, to make sure she knew I was joking. She laughed back and squeezed my hands.

"Okay. That sounds cool."

I could hear the continued embarrassment in her voice, the uncertainty, but also a tinge of hope.

Responding to a command disguised as an impulse, I leaned sideways and attempted to find her mouth. The reality of what I was doing hit her and she jerked away, but then, very slowly, came back to me again. Clumsy in the darkness, our mouths finally found each other and joined. I closed my eyes and held my breath.

Her lips were so soft, their touch so timid. My shoulders reacted to a shiver and I drew her closer while I bent my head farther sideways and increased the pressure on her lips. I knew with certainty that she had never been kissed before, not like this, not by someone attracted to her. My heart pounded. I felt squirmy, as though my body might at any moment wrest control from my mind and attack the object of its desire. As many boys as I'd kissed, never had one lit a match to my insides like Agnes was doing right now. It felt like a flare had erupted.

"Oops," I said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. My lips screamed at me in protest. "I forgot about the flare. I need to check it."

I could feel Agnes' rapid breath on my cheek; practically hear her heart beat. She had begun to shake again, but in a different manner than she had previously. The way I was now shaking,

"Thank you," she whispered, and not about the flare.

I kissed her quickly and pulled the blanket down so that I could check outside. Sure enough, the flare had gone out. I was startled how frigid the air had become outside our little cocoon. Digging in my pocket, I extracted the third and final flare from the open package, shrugged out of the blanket, stumbled to me feet and dropped down into the well. Agnes grabbed the lever through the folds of blanket and worked the doors open even as I freed the plastic cap and struck it across the chemical button. It took two tries. This time, instead of pitching the flare out into the snow, I held it above my head and scanned the nightmarish landscape. Despite Mr. Sanford's assurances otherwise, it looked like the backside of the moon.

"Mr. Sanford!"

I heard nothing but the shriek of wind and the hissing, popping flare. The wind had not diminished since the last time I'd looked outside but, though I wasn't positive, it appeared that most of the snow in the air was being torn from the tops of snowdrifts and from the bare branches of trees. I gauged the visibility at twenty yards, roughly twice what it had been before. Encouraged, I yelled again, waved the flare back and forth over my head and, after listening carefully and squinting against the wind, pitched it forward into the crater. I was surprised when Agnes joined me in the well.

"Do you see him?" she asked.

"No," I had to admit, dully. "The snow is letting up, though."

"How deep is it, do you think?"

I liked having her standing there with me; the cramped floor space put us in contact. To my surprise—and pleasure—she wrapped the blanket around me and held it closed with her arms around my lower rib cage. Even through the thickness of her parka and mine, I could feel the pressure of her small breasts against my back. That, and a smile I couldn't restrain, made my face redden.

"Three feet, maybe," I mumbled. Reaching up, I located her hands in the folds of blanket and drew her to me. She nuzzled her cheek against mine, her chin on my shoulder and I shuddered. I shivered again, much harder this time, when she kissed the side of my neck just below the jaw.

"Stop that!" I protested. "Someone will see us."

She laughed at my embarrassment, spun me inside her arms and wrapped my arms around my waist. I looked directly into her chocolate-brown eyes. It hadn't occurred to me before that we were the same height. She leaned forward and kissed me again. I kissed her back.

"Mr. Sanford'd die if he came back to this," she said, mischievously.

"More like, he'd die to see this," I countered. "Men get off on girls kissing girls."

Purposefully or not, Agnes knew how to make me squirm. I wondered just where this would end up. As much as I'd like to believe myself a courageous person, I couldn't see us walking along the school corridors, hand in hand, smiling contentedly. She read my thoughts—or my expression.

"Were you serious about being friends? I don't expect you to suddenly declare yourself to the world as being in love with me." My face heated again. "I'll be happy just to be talked to," she went on, smiling shyly, "maybe invited to your table once in a while for lunch. I don't expect you to humiliate yourself. I've seen too many movies to expect everything to just fall in place. Considering, that you want things to fall in place."

Despite my embarrassment, I maintained a connection between brain and tongue. "I wouldn't be standing here with my arms around your waist unless I was genuinely attracted to you, Agnes. It took something like tonight to make me step back and take a hard look at myself. I've never been happy with guys. I've known that for a long time, but never allowed myself to see past the disgruntlement to figure out where it was coming from. I'm not even sure that's a word, but I can't think of one better to describe how I've been the last six years. Ever since I growed boobies. Ever since guys started pestering me. You know how girls talk about nothing but guys and sex?" I grinned at her dour expression. "Well, I've never been into guys like my girlfriends are. My enthusiasm was always a little bit made up. I just wouldn't let myself admit what I really was interested in."

I bit my lip. Had I just told a lie? The truth was, I seemed no more attracted to girls, than I was to guys. If I was being honest with myself, could I remember a single instance looking at a girl and being sexually attracted to her? I didn't think so. Except for Agnes.

"Maybe," I said haltingly. "Maybe what I am is not a lesbian, but someone who responds to only one certain person. That person could be a guy, or someone of my own sex. It wouldn't really matter, as long as the response is genuine. I've never responded to anyone until now. I think maybe you're my person, Agnes. I don't know how it feels to you."

I didn't know what her response would be, but it couldn't have been better than Agnes closing her eyes, leaning in and kissing me like I was a princess. The air evacuated my lungs without me breathing out, my knees turned to Jell-O and everything inside me melted, like chocolate. It honestly felt as though Agnes was holding me up. I was beyond pliable.

"Mmmmm," I moaned weakly. Agnes ran her left hand up my spine and cradled the back of my neck. I moaned again, trembling. On their own authority, my hands moved up her sides and located and took possession of her small, firm breasts. Now Agnes began to moan. The flare had reignited in my gut and I swear I had the horrible, maddening desire to be naked inside that blanket with her, for her to be naked with me. I fought my hands to keep them on the outside of her coat, rather than unzipping it as they wanted to do. Never before in my life had I wanted hands touching my bare breasts like I did now. When our mouths opened and allowed the joining of our tongues, it was the most wonderful moment I had ever experienced. I stopped breathing and I swear my heart stopped beating. How long we remained with own mouths locked and our tongues dancing, I don't know. The passage of time had no meaning to me. When finally we did break, we both stood panting, foreheads together, our breathing ragged and irregular. It was a long time before I opened my eyes.

"Don't you ever kiss anybody else like that," I rasped. "Don't you ever."

She laughed weakly. "I don't know how to kiss. At least, I didn't know I did. I've only kissed one boy before, and that was so he wouldn't have to embarrass me by shaking my hand. I didn't know anything could be like that," she said, laughing. "I think I had an orgasm."

I laughed, she joined me and we didn't stop laughing for a full minute. I glanced briefly over my shoulder, both to check the flare, and to make sure we didn't have an unexpected audience. The truth was, I was so wet that I might as well have had an orgasm. It was embarrassing. I'd be supremely embarrassed to have her know she'd done that to me. I told her anyway.

Blinking, she turned red. "Obviously, I never have," she muttered.

"Never have what?" I asked, momentarily confused.

"Had an orgasm," she admitted in embarrassment.

"Not even by yourself?" I asked.

Intimidated, she shook her head.

"Well, I haven't either. Obviously, I've been saving that for you."

Now she really did turn red.

The flare burned out during our next kiss. Reluctantly, I surrendered her breasts (she had yet to touch mine), dug in my pocket for the unopened package of flares, and struggled ineffectually to get it open. Finally, knowing I had no choice, I turned around, freed my hands of the blankets and wrestled the package open, at the expense of two nails.

"Motherfucker," I mumbled irritably. Then I gasped and started a bit as Agnes found my breasts, cupping them through the thickness of my coat. My face reddened at the unexpected pleasure of it. It felt so natural, having them held.

"I like that," I said haltingly.

She whispered in my ear. "I liked it when you held mine. I definitely got the better part of this exchange. Sorry about that."

"Stop it," I muttered. After the scalding it had taken in the last few hours, I was surprised I had any face left to burn.

With Agnes meticulously exploring my chest, I removed a flare from the pack, returned the others to my pocket, broke loose the plastic cap without bothering with the banding and struck the button. I made myself search the snowscape for any sign of Mr. Sanford, call his name twice into the emptiness, and listen for any response over the persistent wind. I was really becoming concerned, as was Agnes.

Where the hell was he? Why hadn't he come back? Should we go out looking for him? I voiced this last question to Agnes, who bit her lip.

"Do you think we should?"

"I think, we'd end up just like he did," I admitted, sorrowfully. I was back to blocking visions of him lost in the snow. I didn't know how anyone could last five minutes out there, much less forty-four minutes. I was beginning to loose whatever hope I'd had. Depressed, I pitched the flare into the ever-widening crater.

* * *

Back in our little cocoon, we passed the time kissing and making romantic small talk. I told her about my pathetic love life; she told me about her non-existent one.

"I don't understand something," she said in a troubled voice. "Why are you even on the bus? Paul has a car, doesn't he?"

It had to come up sometime, I thought resignedly. I told her about my accident three years ago, my inability to get behind the wheel without hyperventilating, and the aversion I had to anything small and confining. I felt her shiver in response to the admission that I had killed two of my best friends. "It's not something I talk about much."

"I can understand," she said compassionately, finding my hand and holding it. "How long were you in the coma?"

I squeezed her hand tightly. "Three months. In a way, I was lucky. My injuries were healed by the time I woke up, and I never suffered the pain I would have gone through the first couple of weeks. I had to learn how to walk again, of course—"

"I always wondered about your limp," she admitted.

"—and I don't see very well out my right eye, and there's always this..." I directed her fingertips to the jagged scars on my scalp and the slight depression marking the location of the plate. "I can never shave me head like Britney Spears. Not that I'd ever want to, you know?"

She was understandably troubled. "Did you...?"

"See anything when I died?" I laughed. "Nothing. No life-changing religious experiences for this girl. I'm still the same old messed up Ellen Olson."

She laughed uncomfortably. "That makes you what...19?"

"Almost." I counted the days mentally to my birthday. "In 21 days I will no longer be an 18-year-old. I'll be the same age as Bella Swan, forever 19." I frowned. "Do I have that right? Or did Bella not make it to her 19th birthday? Anyway, I'm your older and wiser girlfriend, so you will defer to me on all important decisions," I said grinning.

She grinned back at me, shaking her head.

"I know you're not older than me," I said.

"Guess again."

I blinked in surprise. "No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"You are not. Show me your license."

Still grinning, she retrieved her backpack from under the seat and dug through it for one of the biggest and ugliest wallets I'd ever seen. It had never occurred to me that I might be the younger partner in our duet, that I might not be the only overage senior at school. Much as I hated it, being the oldest student came with a certain perverse pride; now that was in jeopardy. And the truth was, I liked and wanted to be older. So, confronted with the birth date printed on her license, I grumbled: "No way. It's not fair. You can't be 19 already."

"I am." The smugness in her voice was unmistakable, and insufferable. "I'm almost 20. You're my junior, missy. You have to listen to me."

"That'll be the day," I muttered peevishly. "Explain yourself."




Snow Angels



"Do you know what a kibbutz is?"

I grudgingly heard her out. Four years ago she had taken a semester off to join her Israeli cousins on a farm on the occupied West Bank. The semester had turned into a year, and then two years, almost four full semesters. Upon her return, the school board refused to grant reciprocity for her home schooling due to lack of documentation. She and her parents had appealed right up to the state board of education, without success. Minnesota had significantly tighter regulations than did Florida, it seemed. But then a compromise was offered. Agnes would be given credit for one full year; she'd enter 11th grade in September of 2010, instead of 12th. Grudgingly, her parents had accepted.

"Then you should have graduated two years ago," I said uncertainly. Dates and times confuse me on good days, of which this certainly wasn't.

She nodded smugly.

"I can't tell you how disappointed I am. I never get to be the older person in a relationship. It's unfair."

"It's more unfair than you realize," she said, a teasing smile on her lips. I eyed her guardedly.

"In Judaism, the husband is always the governing partner. Since we're two girls, and I'm older than you, custom dictates that I be conferred the male role. If we get married, you'll be the bride and I'll be the groom."

"Bullshit!" I cried indignantly. "That's not true!"

Her grin was so big and so shit-eating. "At the altar, I'll be in the tux and you'll be wearing white, beautifully glowing and ravishing. We'll say our vows before the rabbi and I'll step on the ceremonial glass and break it. From that point on, you are mine to do with as I please."

"You are so full of it," I said, laughing.

"On our wedding night, I'll take you over my knee to remind you who is the husband and who is the wife in our marriage. Another old Judaic custom."

I glared at her fiercely. "You just try it girl."

"You'll lower your panties yourself, over my lap, pleading with me not to make it so you can't sit down in the morning. It's the first thing the parent's look for; has the bride been properly disciplined? They always look for and expect, a grimace."

All this talk of brides and grooms and weddings and spankings was making me wet. For an insane moment I saw myself walking down the aisle, shaking with terror and ready to pee my wedding dress. I giggled, and leaned in to kiss her.

"I don't know about the wedding night stuff, but I'd like to loose my virginity to you, Agnes."

I felt her stiffen, her breath stopping momentarily. "Really?" she whispered, her former confidence gone.

"If we were in bed, I'd be all over you. I'd give you a great big hickey right here," I said, unzipping her coat six inches and toughing the side of her neck with my fingertips. On impulse, I leaned in close and attached my mouth to the very spot. I waited for her reaction.

"My mom would kill me," she pleaded.

"I'd bet she'd celebrate," I countered laughing. I felt the tempo of her breathing quicken, grow deeper, her heartbeat accelerate. Consciously or not, her head tiled away, invitingly my mouth. I sucked lightly, letting my teeth touch her skin.

"I want you to do it," she said raggedly. "But I also know that tomorrow everybody in school is going to be talking about Bus 9899 and how Agnes Ahlberg and Ellen Olson were the only two students on it when it crashed. Everyone, your boyfriend included, will know where this came from. They won't think that Mr. Sanford gave it to me."

Fuck, I thought irritably. "Then I'll just have to put it somewhere no one will see it."

Releasing the blankets, I found the tab of her zipper and pulled it halfway down her chest. She gasped, and then gasped again when my fingers sought out the upper two buttons on her blouse and released them. Pushing aside the collar, baring her shoulder, I placed my mouth alongside her bra strap and began to suck, sinking in my teeth and drawing her flesh into my mouth. She moaned, and then moaned louder as my right hand stole inside her parka, freed another button on her shirt and slid inside. Her breast was even smaller than I'd thought; unable to cup it, I simply laid my hand over the hump and enjoyed the warm firmness of her flesh.

Releasing her grip on the blankets, Agnes placed both hands on my waist; the unsecured blankets fell away, exposing our heads. Without releasing her shoulder, I twisted to look momentarily out the door and then returned full attention to her shoulder and breast. My own right breast, found through the thickness of my coat, filled her hand. A moment later, her hand slid beneath the waist of my coat, under my sweater and up to my breast. I protested when the hand didn't stop there but released the front catch on my bra and released me.

"No!" I complained, removing my mouth. In the reflected glare I could make out an oval bruise, darkening nicely. I fought to get my hand under her bra but was an instant too late. She laughed as she claimed first prize.

"Bitch! I was first."

"You were slow," she taunted.

"I was preoccupied." She had my nipple between her fingertips and was rotating it gently back and forth. It hardened for her obediently. I curled my fingers and found her own little nub. It was nice and hard, but surprisingly small. I could tell from sense of feel that her aureole was tiny, the size of a dime, maybe, and delightfully rough. I tweaked her playfully; she tweaked mine. We both said "Ouch" together and laughed. To my chagrin, she reached up her back and popped the catch on her bra. It loosened over my hand and I fondled her nipple with complete freedom.

"If someone were to see us now, I'd be very embarrassed," she said.

"Me too," I agreed. Ignoring the cold, I unzipped her coat and pushed the left side over her shoulder. As she protested weakly, I finished unbuttoning her shirt, and opened it, forcing it over her left shoulder. I raised her bra, exposing her breast to both the cold, and my hungry gaze. The blankets had settled around our waists, leaving us completely exposed to view.

"You're not going to take off my shirt," she said with some alarm.

"You're right. I'm not going to."

Placing my left hand in the middle of her back, and my other hand against her left shoulder, I arched her left side forward. Bending, I placed my lips over her nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She groaned in response and wrapped her arms around my head. Were I a boy, I'd have had a raging hard-on. Instead, I had flutters in my belly and a sopping wetness between my legs. Never had I been so wet. Never had I known such wetness was possible. I was a wetness factory. I hoped desperately that Agnes suffered the same problem.

Releasing her nipple, I kissed it gently on the tip and ran the tip of my tongue around the border of her aureole. It was very dark, the exact size of a dime, and perfectly round. Tiny bumps gave it a moonscape look. Between the cold and my attention, it had shriveled and hardened in a way I knew must ache terribly. My own nipples ached terribly. Leaning back, I observed my handiwork.

"I can't even begin to tell you how aroused I am," I whispered huskily. Forcing her shirt back over her shoulders, I lifted her bra clear of her breasts. There were so small. Why that should excite me was a mystery.

"You're embarrassing me," she said, reddening as I ogled her. "Imagine if Mr. Sanford walked up to the door right now."

I continued admiring her breasts. "I'm sure he wouldn't complain."

"I'm sure he wouldn't," she said, wryly. "The flare just went out."

"Fuck." I looked over my shoulder, back at her breasts, over my shoulder again and then far off into the darkness where an hour before, Mr. Sanford had disappeared. I had two flares left. I needed to light one. Mr. Sanford might even now be trudging the final twenty yards back to the bus, blinded by my inactivity.

Releasing her shirt and bra, I grabbed the blankets and pulled them up around her shoulders. "Get the door?" I asked.

Rising, she grabbed the lever. My teeth were chattering, and the air stealing through the V of my unzipped coat had gooseflesh erupted all across my chest. My nipples were hard as diamonds. I wouldn't doubt they'd cut glass. Reaching inside, I reconnected my bra and zipped my coat all the way up to my chin. Once warm in our little cocoon again, Agnes could free me and do as she pleased. The thought excited me terribly.

Ignited, I held the flare high and waved it back and forth, yelling for Mr. Sanford at the top of my lungs. Agnes joined in, and I felt sure that if Mr. Sanford were somewhere out there stumbling around, we'd surely catch his attention. A futile five minutes later, I pitched the flare into the crater and backed up the steps into the bus. Agnes closed the doors again. We spent another silent minute watching without hope. We both knew the score. He had either frozen to death, gotten hopelessly lost, or was unable to find his way back through the raging storm. Unable to stand it anymore, I guided Agnes toward the bench and we sat down.

"We're alone, aren't we?" she said.

"Until they find us," I answered morosely.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. Putting my arms around her shoulders, I drew her to me; she laid her head on my shoulder and cried softly.

"I don't want to die, Ellen."

"We're not going to die, Agnes. Once we wrap ourselves up in the blankets, we'll be fine. Remember: it can't get any colder inside the bus than it is outside. When we cocoon ourselves, we might as well be camped around a toasty campfire. Believe me," I said, laughing. "If there were marshmallows here, we could roast them over each others red-hot coals."

She laughed, fractured by a sob.

I rubbed the side of her head. "The first time we're alone, I'm making you do a striptease for me, little girl. Right down to your skin. I'll dress you in this really sexy, slutty schoolgirl outfit first: white blouse, black mini skirt, black thigh-highs, really sexy bra and panties. Do you even own a pair of thigh-highs? A thong? How can you not own a thong?"

Without looking, I arose and undid my belt, lowered my zipper and ran my jeans down to mid-thigh. Although her eyes bugged out, and she blinked disbelievingly, she didn't try to make me stop. I looked down at my beige panties and said: "I mostly wear hip-huggers now. Or boy-shorts. Boy-shorts are so cool." I unzipped my parka and pulled up my sweater, revealing the matching bra I wore underneath. Her eyes grew bigger and her mouth formed a perfect O. I just had to laugh at her. "What are you wearing?"

She shook her head emphatically.

"I showed you mine," I goaded. Slowly, I wiggled back into my jeans and pulled up the zipper. My sweater had remained pushed up over my bra, and I purposely thrust out my chest before pulling it back down and smoothing it over my tummy. My heart was going a million miles an hour. I wanted so badly for Agnes to get up and mimic me. I was ready to beg.

Gulping loudly, still continuing to shake her head back and forth in denial, even as she got awkwardly to her feet, Agnes let the blankets slide off her shoulders to the seat cushions. Then, hesitantly she touched the buttons of her shirt. At some point over the past fifteen minutes, she had also refastened her bra, closed the buttons on her shirt and tucked in her tails. I could see her breathing with difficulty. I could see the thud of her heartbeat in a vein in her neck. I smiled, remembering the tattoo I'd left right beside her bra strap. Her eyes followed mine.

"You better hope no one sees that," she grumbled. "You went a little overboard, didn't you? It looks like a black hole. It's threatening to devour my entire shoulder."

I laughed. "I'd be a lot more worried about the next one I intend to give you. It'll be a lot more visible than that tiny thing...and a whole lot more embarrassing," I added, laughing wickedly

I moved toward her, two very deliberate steps, raising my hands. She retreated, running up against the seat cushion. "Ellen," she warned, her voice cracking into the falsetto range. "Don't you dare!" She squat down to retrieve the blankets and wrapped them around herself protectively. "I'm warning you! Stay away from me!"

Grinning, I slowly drew the two sides of the blankets aside, and stepped into her personal space.

* * *

There were no flares left. The last one had gone into the snow fifteen minutes before. Wrapped in the blanket up to our necks, we awaited the inevitable. Both of us knew, though neither would say, that Mr. Sanford wouldn't be back. At least, not until after the storm. I had my arm around Agnes' waist, she mine. We were very sad. She laid her head on my shoulder.

"We'll be okay, right?"

"Of course, we will," I said. We'd only a minute before emerged from our cocoon. As I'd told Agnes earlier, the bus was no colder than the temperature outside, frigid, but bearable under the blankets. We could stay like this all night, if need be. That was fortunate, because it was looking like we would. Other than my worry about Mr. Sanford's fate, however, I wasn't particularly bothered. I tightened my grip around Agnes' waist.

"I'm kinda glad were on this bus," she said. "Except, for, you know..."

"I know." I turned my head and kissed her hair. Our recent adventure beneath the blankets had left my jaw sore and my tongue aching wonderfully. As kissing sessions went, it had been marathon. Our coats were open, and our bra's undone. If my right hand weren't presently holding the blankets closed, it would be caressing her breasts. I enjoyed what her left hand was doing to mine. It kept me pleasantly distracted.

"Can I ask a question?" she asked.

"Sure," I said happily.

"Tomorrow, when they come for us...?"

I raised my head from hers. "What? What?" I asked again when she refused to answer. Finally, she spoke.

"Don't let it go back to the way it was before."

I craned my head around to look at her face. "What are you talking about?"

"I've seen enough movies and TV shows to know that the cool chick always panics the next day. You'll be embarrassed by me, or terrified people will think you're a freak, or afraid your friends will dump you."

"Agnes—" I started to interrupt.

"Hear me out. I'm afraid you'll fall into a sexual-identity crisis and deny anything ever existed between us. Not just to your friends, but to yourself. And you're not the only one, El. I'm afraid it'll happen to me too. I know everyone thinks I'm a lezzie already—don't lie, you know it's true—but I'm really not. I'm just like you. For the most part, I've always been attracted to boys, but the instant I met you I lost interest in anyone, male or female. There is no one else but you."

I wrapped my arms around her and drew her to me as tightly as possible.

"I, Ellen Olson, do solemnly swear that I am now best friends for life with Agnes Ahlerg and that, short of converting to Judaism, I will do nothing to ostracize her from my life, for as long as she wants me, or that we can stand being around each other. First one to cheat on the other with a boy, though, and the deal is off," I prevaricated.

She laughed, and then kissed me. "I love you," she said.

"I love you too," I reciprocated. The words sounded completely truthful leaving my mouth. I wondered if I meant them. I had no doubt she meant hers.

Our moment of silence was interrupted visually. Outside in the snow, Mr. Sanford's final beacon of hope sputtered, flared and died into darkness. I winced, feeling Agnes wince beside me. I looked forlornly at the spot as the final wisps of smoke were whipped away by the wind. My sense of hopelessness deepened in the absence of light. I shivered convulsively. Agnes clutched me tightly.

"I'm glad I have you," she whispered.

"I'm glad I have you too. I can't think of anyone I'd rather be stranded with on a volcanic island."

"Lost, this isn't," she countered.

"It's not even Lost in Space," I said, laughing bitterly. "Where's a coconut, when you need one?"

Shifting, I let her know it was time to re-cocoon ourselves. Lifting the blankets over our heads, we worked, and then reworked the folds until they were acceptably tight, and then settled inward against each other. I let my right hand steal into her open shirt and claim a prize.

"I wish we could lay down," she said.

"So do I." I sighed wistfully. "Then I could take off your clothes and make mad, passionate love to you."

"I love you," she told me again.

"I love you too."

With no resistance, I slid Agnes' shirt back over her shoulders, pulled it down her arms and dropped it in her lap. She shrugged and removed her bra herself, holding it her hands. I knew without sight that her nipples were achingly hard and longing to be touched. I let her know that I wanted out of my sweater and between the two of us, we got it over my head. To save room, I pushed it out beneath my leg and let it drop to the floor, something I would regret later when I had to put it back on. Agnes pushed the straps of my bra back over my shoulders, slid them down my arms and handed it to me.

"God," she whispered. "Please don't let anyone find this bus."

I wondered if there was a way to turn off the emergency lights, felt guilty for even thinking something so selfish. "I really meant what I said earlier. About us laying down?"

She moaned as I placed my hands over her breasts. She took mine in her hands, fondling them lovingly, torturing my nipples as we kissed. I determined that we would, in fact, lay down. Two blankets went below us on the seat to insulate from the cold of the stiff vinyl; the other two covered us, though it took constant vigilance to keep from freezing to death. Our feet were unprotected, and there was no ignoring the cold air assaulting our calves, feet and toes, turning them into Popsicles. At some point Agnes suggested we remove our shoes and warm our feet against each other before they fell off from frostbite. This was not as easily accomplished as you might imagine; not with jeans down around our ankles.

"I'm not getting completely naked," I objected, even as I struggled to lever the heel of my shoe off my right foot.

Grunting, Agnes tried to unlace her boots. The idea of being completely naked with her between the blankets had me extraordinarily horny. I was a balloon, at the bursting point, ready to explode at the slightest increase of pressure, no matter from inside or from out. My heart thudded and blood pounded in my ears. I was breathless from so much kissing. My tongue and jaw muscles ached. I had located and played with her clitoris, and she with mine. It was our first time ever. I had tasted her. She had haltingly taste me. We had tasted ourselves, together. I liked her taste better than mine. I wanted to taste her from the source, but so far, that hadn't been possible.

"Wait!" I said, huffing.

"What's wrong?"

"I got a cramp. I think I got a cramp." I waited a long second, hoping the muscle spasm would go away; it didn't. "Shit," I said when it only grew worse. I never imagined being naked with someone could be so much trouble.

Agnes said. "Fold your legs up between us."

Doing as instructed, I turned completely on my side with my back against the seat, drew my knees up to my chest and let Agnes attack my calf with her fingertips.

"The other one, Agnes!"

She switched calves and attacked the bunched up muscles with painful intensity. I grit my teeth and sucked in air. "Don't stop!" I gasped. "That's helping!" Little by little, her strong fingers pushed the pain and tightness out of muscles until finally, with a grumbling acceptance, the cramp let go. I breathed out in grateful relief—and then gasped.

"Agnes!"

She had just run her fingertips into my butt crack and located my clenched asshole. "What are you doing?" Every muscle in my body locked.




Snow Angels



She began to rhythmically circle her fingertip on my small button. "I do this to myself," she whispered. "I've always liked it."

I liked it too, though I was too embarrassed to tell her that. "You are such a freak," I said to her.

"Do you like it?"

"No."

"Do you like it now?" Her finger entered me up to the second knuckle, and I shuddered.

"Unless you tell me to stop," she said. "I'm gonna keep going in." Her finger slid in another inch; she was not satisfied on invading me, but intent on exploring my insides. I felt the finger pressing against the wall of my rectum, forcing my vagina against my bladder and compressing it. It made me want to go pee.

"I amend what I said before: You are a total freak." I bent forward and kissed her. Her finger continued its inward journey until stopped by the rest of her fingers and her palm. She continued to lever the finger forward into my sexual organs. She had my uterus this time, and I felt the blush deepen in my face. What an experience, I thought.

"I can stop, if you don't like this," she whispered.

"Please don't."

I imagined her doing this to herself and moaned deeply. The finger inside me redoubled its efforts and I bent forward, lay my forehead against her shoulder. Jolts of electricity clenched my muscles, making me spasm, making me mumble pleading little noises. With no objections, Agnes removed my shoes and socks, worked me out of my jeans and panties, and then removed her own. She clutched me tight, still doubled up, using the fingers of her left hand to totally destroy my remaining control with an attack on my panic button. I fought—oh, God did I fight against the orgasm she relentlessly pushed me toward, my first at the hands of another person. Finally I couldn't hold it any longer.

"AhhhhhhhhgodddddddddddAgnesssssssss!"

Wave after wave piled up and crashed over me. I wound my arms around my knees and clamped them to my chest. I tried to gasp, but air refused to enter my lungs. The fingers between my legs stopped momentarily, and then the one on my clitoris went crazy while the one up my behind remained absolutely still. Impossibly, this made my orgasm even worse.

"Noooo!" I moaned. "Noooooooooo!" I had my mouth open and hitched in miniscule breaths, choking to get them out again. My eyes were riveted shut, my every muscle clenched. She absolutely refused to let me stop orgasming.

"Please! Please! Please!" I begged. "Agnes...Please!" I began to wail uncontrollably and suddenly her finger was away from my clit; she ripped the other out of my butt, wrapped her arms around me fiercely, laughed breathlessly as convulsions slowly drained from of my body. Five minutes later, quivering like a jellyfish, I wrenched my head off her shoulder and looked at her cross-eyed.

"You are such a damn bitch!" Exhausted, I collapsed against her and let her cuddle me like a baby while she laughed both herself, and me to sleep.

And this was how they found us, five hours later.

* * *

The whole school knew, of course. We took a lot of looks in the next week, and whispering behind cupped hands, but surprisingly, the student body seemed almost understanding. Our ordeal, plus the death of Mr. Sanford, helped moderate the mess.

No one acted surprised that Agnes became my new best friend; none of my friends objected to her presence at our lunch table. She was transformed by their attention, in fact. She flowered into a very beautiful young lady.

Though everyone knew, we chose not to come out to our parents until our Freshman year of college. We attend Minnesota State University at Mankato. Rather than chance being put into different dorms, with the help of our parents we took a two-bedroom, off-campus apartment. (Two bedrooms, to keep up appearances.) We are two months into our first semester of higher learning.

"Oh, you've made surprising headway," Agnes says. Looking up and over my shoulder, I let her kiss me. I let her run a hand down the front of my sweater and cup my breast. I moan with pleasure into her mouth.

"Did you miss me?" she asks.

"I always miss you," I say, returning to the computer. It's a Macbook, just like hers. We both have Apples.

"Wow, 28 pages. You are being long-winded, aren't you, sweetie."

"A lot happened that night," I remind her. I watch in the reflection of the glossy screen as she strips out of her top and reaches up behind her back. I grin as the bra falls away from her tiny breasts. My nipples harden automatically.

"A lot of private stuff. How much are you putting in there?"

"All of it. Everything that I can remember."

"And some you made up?"

"I can't think of anything I made up," I counter. "There wasn't a lot to make up about that night. We did just about everything."

"We did, didn't we?" she says, smiling in reflection.

I love it when she smiles. She has the prettiest smile. It's one of the things I love about her most. And no, I haven't agreed to convert to Judaism yet. Although I'm thinking about it.

I'm wondering how her parents would react to having a daughter.

THE END



Snow Angels, Sugar and Spice



It was the middle of December, the air crisp and clean, snow lightly falling to the ground where it sat, building into a nice layer on the ground . Ashley and I sat inside next to the fireplace, resting against a large pillow, our favorite books in our hands. Becca had gone home to visit family for the holidays, so it was just Ashley and I.

The problem with sitting at home not doing anything physical is that I get antsy. I need to get up and do something. I kept trying to read my book but I couldn't stay focused on it. I think in the three minutes I kept trying to read, I made it through a single paragraph.

Finally, I closed my book and looked out the window, trying to think of something to do that wouldn't drive Ashley absolutely insane, like I usually did when I got this way.

"Honey," she said, putting her hand on my arm. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, baby," I answered. "I'm just starting to get fidgety."

"I can tell." She smiled at me, a warm understanding smile that made my insides melt. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I don't know. You want to go for a walk in the snow?" She thought about it for a minute and said that she would and we got up to get warm clothes on.

A few minutes later, we were ready to go. Both of us in two or three layers of clothes, hats and gloves...the works. Ashley was wearing her snow pants; big bulky things that made funny sounds when she walked. She had on her thick winter jacket while I went with a nice heavy sweatshirt and my black drover coat, which my mum had brought back from Australia, along with some thermal pants, jeans and my waterproof hiking boots. Smiling at each other, we stepped out, the cold wind feeling good against my face.

We held hands as we walked, looking at the houses and their decorations. It felt good to be outside with the woman I loved. We walked along slowly, just enjoying being with each other. I put my arm around her shoulders and she held onto my waist, doing nothing but looking around and talking about unimportant things.

After an hour or so, we realized we had walked clear out of our neighborhood and into a small wooded area behind the development. It took Ashley stepping on a branch to break the spell we had woven, both of us suddenly stopping and looking around, not seeing the trees for the forest, as it were.

Ashley started laughing first, but I joined her quickly. It seemed ridiculous that we could walk what seemed like two or three miles, completely out of our neighborhood and not even notice. I leaned back against a nearby tree and doubled over from laughing so hard, my hands on my knees.

I was taken by surprise when a snowball hit me right in the chest, bits of snow spraying all over the place, hitting me in the face.

I looked up, spitting snow out of my mouth and saw Ashley, her red hair flying as she ran away from me, her infectious laugh echoing in the air. I grinned and ran after her, ducking under tree branches and around bushes. This was exactly what I needed. 

I kept up the chase for about a minute and realized she was heading for the stream that ran through the woods. I smiled and changed course, taking a route that would get me to the stream before Ashley's zig zagging path.

She came to a clearing and turned to look for me and realized I wasn't there.

"Will? Are you there? Where'd you go?"

I thought about letting this go on and letting her get scared but I wasn't that kind of guy. She'd be angrier than anything and probably end up kicking my ass. Instead, I ran out from my hiding place behind the small bushes and grabbed her around the waist and dragged her to the ground, laughing the entire time.

Ashley rolled with my tackle and ended up on top of me, falling to my side, laughing loudly, her breath clouding the air. I laughed along with her, holding her close to me, both of us lying on my coat in the snow. She leaned over and kissed me, her breath warm against my lips. I returned her kiss and then smiled, the two of us just resting there, looking up through the snow kissed trees into the cloud-whitened sky.

Ashley grinned at me and whispered in my ear. "I have an idea."

I turned my head and looked at her, raising my eyebrows.

She leaned in and licked my ear. "Snow angels!" She rolled off of my coat and laid in the snow, waving her arms and legs madly, indeed making a snow angel. All I could do was laugh.

"Come on, you stick in the mud! Make snow angels!"

I shook my head and shrugged out of my coat and lay down next to her and started making a snow angel. Ashley surprised me by suddenly getting up and diving over me onto my coat, leaving me there in the snow. I looked over at her and she laughed, unzipping her coat.

"Great," she said. "Now I'm getting warm." I simply grinned at her and she continued laughing. I crawled over to her and lay down next to her on my coat. I quickly pulled up her shirt and blew a raspberry on her belly, which I knew tickled her immensely, but it seemed like the perfect thing to do.

She tried to curl up in a ball, laughing all the while, and then laid back down as I stopped and smiled down at her. She looked up at me and bit her lip, which she knew I found sexy. She shivered from the cold. I hadn't pulled her shirt back down. I looked down at her flat tummy and saw that she had snowflakes on her skin. I looked Ashley in the eye and moved my mouth to her stomach.

I looked up at her from there and stuck out my tongue, licking away a single snowflake. She gasped and moved her hand to my head as I moved my tongue across her skin to another snowflake, gently licking it off of her. He chest rose sharply and her green eyes closed as my tongue touched her.

I scooped snowflakes off of her toned stomach, her body warming up a little more each time I touched her. I pushed my tongue into her navel, getting more snow, Ashley's hips coming up off of the ground slightly.

"Oh god," she whispered. "Your tongue is so warm and I'm so cold. Please."

She didn't have to say anything after that. I undid the button on her snow pants and pulled them down, along with her cold weather pants, smiling when I saw she was wearing no panties. She grinned, embarrassed, her face turning even redder than the cold had made it so far.

I pushed her pants down to her ankles and lifted her legs, moving my head underneath them. I took a second to look at her, her body perfect, the snowflakes falling gently onto her pale skin. I leaned my head down and gently licked the insides of her thighs, moving my hands to hold her hips.

As soon as I touched her, her hands went out and dug into my coat, balling it up in her fists and letting out a gasp. I touched her lips with the very tip of my tongue and I thought she was going to orgasm right there. She held back though and I smiled, knowing I was going to enjoy torturing her to orgasm.

I licked her slowly up and down, pushing her lips slightly apart with my tongue. I pushed my tongue into her slowly and moved it downward, then moved my left hand up to massage her clitoral hood to put indirect pressure on her clit, something that drove her crazy.

I pushed my nose against her clit gently as I continued to lick her, listening to her moan in the almost dead silence of the woods. She bucked slightly against my tongue, her body shivering from my tongue strokes as well as the temperature. Neither of us paid the weather any mind though, as our minds were too far removed to worry about it.

"Will, please. Don't tease me, not now." I grinned and attacked her clit with a vengeance, licking it, sucking it, moving it around with my nose. Ashley started pinching her cold-hardened nipples through her shirt, her moans getting louder.

I took her nub in my mouth, sucking on it and tugged my head backwards. Ashley cried out, her hips bucking completely off of the ground. I could feel her body tense, almost over the edge and I backed off, barely brushing her lips with my tongue, not touching her clit at all.

Ashley raised her head and looked down at me, her face bright red. Her chest was heaving and she had anger in her eyes. "Don't stop now. Christ." She dropped her head back to the coat and pushed her hips toward me, trying to force my tongue deeper into her. I chuckled and pulled away from her, keeping my tongue just out of reach.

She whimpered as I released the pressure, trying to keep contact. I kept pulling away, making her whine more. I stuck my hand under my chest and pulled my glove off and reached over and grabbed a handful of snow, chuckling, which made Ashley lean up. Her eyes got wide as I moved the snow over her clit and it started to melt, one single drop falling onto her clit.

Ashley shuddered as it hit her and then screamed as my warm tongue licked the melted water off. Another drop fell, followed quickly by my tongue. She groaned and arched her back, the sudden changes between warm and cold pushing her close to the edge again.

I moved my hand slightly and let the water drip further up, licking that away too. Ashley moaned from the loss of contact with the head of her bud, her legs trying to capture me as my tongue brushed her skin.

I let the rest of the snow melt and kept pace with my tongue then moved my frozen fingertips to her entrance, making her scream as cold fought with warmth. I pushed a finger into her and her body jerked at my touch, at once wanting it for pleasure and not wanting it for the cold.

"Oh, please, Will. I need it now. Please." Her begging set me off and I curled my finger, stroking her front wall as I latched onto her clit with my mouth, pulling, sucking and licking it, almost willing her to orgasm.

She humped my mouth in return, her legs clamping onto my head, squeezing almost hard enough to hurt. Suddenly, she froze and cried out, her chest heaving and her muscles contracting around my finger. She lifted her ass clear off of my coat as she released and then finally dropped back to the ground, panting wildly.

I gave her clit a soft kiss and removed my fingers from her, letting her lie there and collect herself. I ducked my head from between her legs and moved up next to her, my snow-wet pants clinging to my legs.

"Baby," I said quietly. "Are you okay?" She nodded and opened her eyes, smiling at me. Suddenly, she looked over my shoulder and her eyes went wide.

I turned my head and it took me a minute to realize what she was looking at: while we were out here playing, it had gotten dark. I laughed and helped her up. She pulled up her pants and shivered, which I also did as I reclaimed my coat. We smiled at each other and linked arms, heading back the way we came.

"Baby," Ashley said.

"Yeah?"

"When we get home, we need to get busy."

I grinned. "That was what I had in mind."

She laughed and thumped me in the chest. "No, I mean in the kitchen. We're supposed to make cinnamon rolls for tomorrow."

"Mmmmmm," I replied. "Cinnamon."

She laughed; she knew what he smell of cinnamon did to me. We walked back to the house quickly, the dropping temperature getting to me, since my clothes were wet.

On the way back, she told me she loved me and I told her I loved her too. She put her arm around my waist and I put mine around her shoulders. I leaned my head on her and she reached her other hand over and grabbed my crotch, squeezing it through my pants. I groaned and told her that that wasn't going to get us home any faster.

"Well, I'll quit if you want," she said, her face creased with a grin. She let go of me and ran ahead a few steps and started shaking her ass in those monstrous snow pants. I just had to laugh. I ran forward to catch up to her, but she dodged behind a tree and started playing cat and mouse with me.

I lunged around the tree and grabbed her sleeve, pulling her to me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining. I wrapped my arms around her, sliding my hand down the back of her pants. Ashley slid her hand into my pants and started groping me again, this time through only one layer. It was an odd sensation, the feeling of insulated fabric against my cock.

She stopped rubbing me and starting running off ahead of me, laughing her wonderful laugh. I grinned and chased after her, catching up to her by the first house of our development, which was still near the woods. I grabbed her arm and spun her around, kissing her, both of us smiling into the kiss.

She pushed me against the house, pressing her body into mine. I tried to say that we should head for home but she cut off any protests with her tongue, which slipped over and under mine.

Ashley broke the kiss and knelt in the snow, the lights in the house contrasting the darkness and the silence of the woods creating an almost unreal quality. She unzipped my jeans and continued stroking me through my long johns. I groaned and leaned my head back against the white siding of the house, putting one hand on her shoulder to steady myself.

From the constant pressure and our activities earlier, I was almost to the boiling point already. I mumbled that I was ready to cum and she pulled the waistband down, the cold air hitting me like a sledgehammer, making her warm mouth seem fiery hot by comparison as she sucked the head and stroked me through my long johns.

She grabbed a small handful of snow and grinned, popping it into her mouth, replacing it on my cock. I groaned and felt like my insides were going to come out through my penis. I grunted and orgasmed in her mouth, my eyes clamped shut and fireworks exploding behind my eyelids. The fabric kept moving up and down on my shaft as her tongue worked miracles on the head. I jerked slightly in her mouth, my hips moving forward.

Ashley grinned up at me and replaced the waistband of my pants, zipping me up and buttoning my pants for me. I helped her up off the ground and kissed her on the forehead. Then, we linked arms again and headed for home.

We got inside and I immediately started stripping off my pants since they were the wettest. I tossed them on the floor, where they landed with a splat. My sweatshirt followed but it wasn't as wet. I pulled off my cold weather pants and stood there in a long-sleeved t-shirt, super warm wool socks and a pair of boxer briefs.

Ashley started laughing, pointing at me. I looked down and had to start laughing too. I moved so she could work on getting out of her things. She shrugged out of her coat and hung it up and then started working on her snow pants. I had to help her out of her boots first, since her snow pants were so big and bulky.

She sat on the arm of the blue chair and undid the button and the zipper and I pulled on the cuffs. I tugged on them and they didn't move. I pulled hard and they started to move. Without warning, they came off, sending me falling backwards, tripping on the coffee table and landing on the couch. All I could do was laugh at myself, sitting there with Ashley's snow pants in my hand.

Ashley grinned at me and stood up, moving across the room. I started to stand up but she pushed me back down with a finger to the chest. She straddled my lap and leaned in to kiss me hard, her tongue flicking against my lips. She ground her crotch into me and I moaned into her mouth.

She pushed back off of me and grinned. "We have desserts to make, baby." She took my hand and led me to the kitchen, her beautiful ass swaying in front of me in her long johns. I would have followed her anywhere.

We walked into the kitchen, the scent of cinnamon wafting through the air. I took a deep whiff of it and my cock got rock hard. I tried to pull Ashley closer, but she just grinned at me and pulled away, moving to the oven to pull out the trays of cinnamon rolls that we still needed to glaze. She clicked the oven off of 'Warm' and set them on the island counter on a cooling rack.

She picked up a bowl of a cinnamon and sugar mix in melted butter that I had made that morning and looked at me over it, dipping her finger into the mixture then licking it clean. I started to move toward her but she moved away to the other side of the island. I grinned at her and she grinned back, knowing exactly what was going through my mind.

Ashley started brushing the rolls, a smirk on her face. I shook my head and went to the refrigerator and got out the icing I had made for the cinnamon rolls. I walked to the microwave, Ashley watching me the entire time, still grinning.

I hit the buttons and leaned back to make sure the icing didn't blow up. I pulled it out and walked back to the island, Ashley still keeping her distance. She slid me one tray and flinched back laughing as I tried to grab her arm. I flung a small spoonful of the icing at her and it landed right on the front of her shirt.

She looked down at her chest and back up at me, raising an eyebrow. I immediately started to apologize, but she cut me off. "Don't you think you should be over here cleaning that up?"

I stared at her for half a second and then raced around the island, taking her in my arms. She looked up at me and grinned, so I leaned down and licked the icing off of her shirt. She wrapped one arm around my neck and shoved her chest toward me so I took a swollen nipple into my teeth and bit it through the fabric. She moaned and leaned into me.

I was about to do the same for the other when she pushed me away and started pulling on my shirt. I helped her by raising my arms and then pulling off the shirt the last few inches that she couldn't reach. As I pulled the last of the shirt off, she grabbed the bowl she had been using and pulled out the brush, slathering my chest with cinnamon-sugar mix.

I inhaled and she latched onto one of my nipples with her teeth, grinding them back and forth, almost sending me over the edge into pain. Her teeth felt like small vise grips on my nipple. She blew across where she had bitten and then sucked on my nipple some more.

I put my hand on the back of her head and she suddenly switched nipples, again squeezing it between her teeth, my arms flying out as she drove me toward the edge again. She released it and looked up at me, licking cinnamon and sugar off of her lips.

I took two deep breaths and started pulling at her shirt but she backed away from me, grinning still. She turned her back, looking over her shoulder at me, her red hair flowing over her shoulders. She nodded her head toward the kitchen window and I smiled, walking over and turning on the small radio we have there. Some dance remix of a Christmas song came on, something I didn't recognize. Ashley began swaying her hips to the beat, her long johns tight against her athletic legs.

She turned back to me, her eyes alive with desire but she kept her distance, still dancing to the music. Her hands went to the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it up. She tossed it on the floor and her bra quickly followed. She turned back to me, one arm across her breasts, the other hand running through her crimson hair.

She turned her back on me again, her hands clasping behind her head, her behind still swaying to the beat. I could just make out the sides of her breasts as they moved back and forth to her dancing. She lowered her hands to the waistband of her pants, slowly pushing them down over her alluring hips.

Once they got past her hips, they fell to the ground easily, Ashley's firm, delicious behind swaying there, tempting me. She smiled at me over her shoulder then turned to face me, her awe inspiring body moving in slow motion as I looked her up and down. My gaze roaming from her long succulent neck to her full round breasts, over her taut belly, her shaved groin, down her firm legs and back up.

I got to her lovely face and smiled at her as she melted into my arms, leaning up to kiss me, our tongues touching. I reached out a hand and grabbed the same bowl she had used earlier and gently pushed her back against the island, facing me.




Snow Angels, Sugar and Spice



I pulled the brush out of the bowl and brushed the mixture across her breasts, softly touching them, making her moan loudly. I moved the brush from her breasts down to her belly, her stomach shifting slightly as the bristles tickled. I replaced the brush and began licking and sucking on her nipples, grinding them the same way she did to me, Ashley gripping my head as I bit her.

I buried my face between those luscious globes, the combination of scents; the cinnamon and Ashley's skin, intoxicating. My tongue was a blur as I moved from one breasts to the other, down her belly and back up, kissing her hard. My hands roamed her back and behind, up to her neck as I was slowly going crazy from all of the stimulation.

"Please, Ash," I said, panting like mad. "I need you."

She threw herself against me and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. Our mouths collided, lips crushed and our tongues fighting for supremacy as lust fueled our fires. I pushed her back against the island and she put a hand on my chest, grinning and turned her back to me and leaned over the island, standing on her tiptoes.

"Please, Will. Fuck me hard."

I pulled off my boxer briefs and tossed them to the side, taking my rock hard cock in my hand and aimed it at her wetness, pushing it into her quickly. She threw her head back and growled as I shoved into her, bracing herself with her hands. I started fucking her hard and fast, just like she wanted, just like I wanted. In and out, over and over. I was shaking her with each thrust, her breasts flattening against the island.

Time seemed to stand still and pass too quickly at the same time. I couldn't tell how long we stayed there, me thrusting into her, Ashley pushing back against me, both of us grunting and saying each other's names, but it wasn't long enough.

I called out her name and orgasmed, sending my cum deep into her, Ashley rocking back against me, matching me quiver for quiver as she plunged into ecstasy, her muscles spamsing around my shaft.

I pulled out of her and leaned against her back, our breaths instantly matching in depth and intensity. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly against me. I kissed her softly on the back and neck, murmuring words of love to her.

Too soon, we separated. Ashley turned to face me and we embraced and kissed, our chest sticking together slightly from the coating of cinnamon-sugar and saliva. We laughed as we pulled apart.

"Great," I said, trying to brush remaining crystals from my chest. "Now we need to clean up."

"Well," Ashley remarked, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "There's always the shower."



Snow Angels



Feeling her jeans being pulled from her waist, Jina wanted to help rid them from her body but she didn't want to stop the attention that was being given to her breasts. She helped by wiggling her hips until she felt the cool air hit her legs and chill the wetness that was soaking through her panties. Kicking them away from her feet she then felt Arden's lips release her nipple, teeth dragging across it as she then proceeded to lick and kiss her way down to her navel. She looked down to see Arden gazing back up at her, their eyes meeting as her tongue traced a circle around her belly button, stabbing inside before she continued down between her legs kissing her mound beneath her panties. Jina shuddered slightly when she felt a hot breath come from the brunette's beautiful mouth, anticipating what was to come.

Arden curled her fingers around the waistband of the black lace panties, feeling the heat rise up from between Jina's legs as she peeled the panties from her, she gently blew a stream of cool air across her shaved pussy. Giving one long lick with her tongue flattened against her smooth slit, she reached around and squeezed her firm ass cheeks bracing her lover in her arms she licked around her puffy lips, never touching her straining clit.

Quickly getting up off her knees she pulled Jina to the edge of the bed and pushed her roughly onto the mattress. She then climbed on top of her pressing herself fully onto her, their breasts squishing together, hard nipples stabbing at one another as they kissed deeply and savagely. The taste of wine mixed with Jina's juices was intoxicating and her tongue roamed freely inside her mouth. She ground her hips into Jina's as she felt nails being raked across her back and then sucked her lover's lower lip into her mouth.

"Oh God baby!" Jina panted, "I want you so badly."

'You want me so badly to what? Tell me what you want me to do so badly?"

"I want you to fuck me! I want sooo badly for you to fuck me, I may go insane if you don't."

"That's what I'm going to do Baby, but I'm going to do it right. Don't move, do you hear me? Don't move an inch or I'll stop."

Jina nodded weakly as Arden rolled off of her and grabbed a small bag from under the bed and headed into the bathroom. She wanted so badly to touch herself but was afraid that Arden may hold true to her word. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened and Arden emerged wearing a strap-on. The dildo attached was long, thick and black, obscenely moving about between her legs. She could feel the wetness grow even more between her legs, seeping down her pussy and soaking into the mattress.

"Are you ready to be fucked? Because I'm going to do to you what we've only talked about until now." 

Jina's eyes widened, "You don't mean what I'm thinking, do you?"

She moved between Jina's legs and spread them further apart. Opening her hand she pulled the nipple clamps out and let the length of chain drop onto her sopping pussy. She then instructed Jina to slide up on the bed. When her head was up on the pillows, she reached behind her and pulled out a pair of fur lined cuffs. Snapping one on her left wrist, before winding the other one around the post of the wrought iron bed and cuffing her other wrist leaving her helpless and whimpering. Jina let out a cry when she felt the first clamp bite down on her nipple, the pain was exquisite, only to be heightened by the other clamp snapping it's teeth onto her other nipple. The cold chain rested on her belly. Arden positioned herself between Jina's legs. Pushing her legs up to her chest, she slid the head of the phallus into the entrance of Jina's pussy. Jina was on the verge of screaming then and when she felt the hard dildo stabbing into her she let out a volley of expletives. It stretched and filled her completely , her clit felt exposed and hard. As if reading her mind, Arden stuck her finger in her mouth before she lightly circled Jina's clit, rubbing it, while she pulled back with the dildo, then plunged back inside again. Beads of sweat started to form on Jina's temple, her face felt hot and she bit her lower lip. Tears started to roll down her cheeks when Arden bent in to pick up the chain in her teeth and tug at it, pulling at the already straining nipples. The feeling of being unable to move her hands, compounded with the sensation of her pussy being serviced. Her nipples being tortured was too much to take and she pushed her hips up to meet Arden's vigorous strokes. She began to writhe, her lower body undulating to force the rubber cock into deeper recesses of her pussy. The hard phallus hit her g-spot again and again. The clamps on her nipples enhanced by the stimulation of Arden's fingers pinching and tugging on her swollen clit. 

"Oh Fffffucccccccckkkkkkkkkkk......." Was all she was able to get out as the intensity of the orgasm ripped into her pussy and set off a series of tremors that sent shock waves to every pore in her body. Her body thrashed about the bed as Arden continued to pump the dildo in and out of her drenched pussy bringing her to another hard climax before she screamed out and collapsed on the bed breathing hard. Seeing Jina come so hard made Arden climax as well and she threw back her head growling out loud as her own orgasm washed over her. Her own juices spilling down her legs.

Arden pulled the slippery cock out of Jina's swollen pussy and began rubbing her twitching legs. She then undid the strap-on and flung it to the floor before laying along side the drenched and spent body of her lover. Her own orgasm was fulfilling as she watched the intensity of the one that caused the dark haired woman to whip her dripping wet hair back and forth while crying out a stream of undecipherable phrases in Italian dotted with her name. She reached over and undid the clamps and cuffs, before pulling the comforter over them. Curling up next to the cold and sweaty body of her exhausted lover, she kissed her lovingly, wrapping her arms around her and finally drifting off to sleep.

The next morning Jina woke to find that she could hardly move. Recalling the events of the night before, she felt a twinge in her sore pussy. 'I must be dead.' She thought. Why else did she feel so heavy yet so wonderful.

She turned her head to meet Arden's sleeping face next to hers on the pillow. She blew into her face, causing her partner to wake up startled.

"Did you know that you go to Heaven when you get fucked to death?" 

Arden looked at her surprised, but then laughed when she saw a huge smile flash across her lover's face. She touched Jina's face tenderly as she kissed her lips sweetly, lovingly.

"Sorry if I hurt you baby." She said with a touch of concern in her voice. "I got a little caught up in the moment. You were so fucking wild, I couldn't stop if Satan tried to drag me to Hell."

"It's okay lover. It would be worth the trip there anytime if you make me come like that again. Besides when I'm able to get up and walk again, I'll take you outside and we'll make snow angels to see if we can redeem ourselves."

They held each other close and drifted back off into sleepy silence, dreaming of snow angels dancing across the fields.

Many thanks to Lucky for editing this story, as well as taking me under her wing, until I can fly on my own.