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Snow Day

By: theo_minor



The snow began to fall Thursday evening, and by Friday morning, there was already over a foot of it on the ground, resulting in all classes being cancelled at the university where I was studying. The snow continued to fall at a tremendous rate, and by mid-day, it was virtually impossible even to leave the dorm where I lived, with my roommate Brenda. Both of us mainly used our sudden windfall of free time to catch up on our studies, and when we tired of that, we just kicked back and chatted.

I had been planning to go home to my parents' house for the weekend, but all the roads were closed, and even in good conditions, it was a two-hour drive. So I resigned myself that I'd be staying on campus for the weekend, and called my parents to let them know.

Late Friday afternoon, Brenda and I were kicking back in our dorm room, when the door opened, and Brenda's boyfriend Josh sauntered in. When he saw me, a look of disappointment flickered across his face, but in less than a second, it was gone, and he greeted us both with a cheery smile. Instantly, I put two and two together -- I had told Brenda that I was going home for the weekend, and the two of them had been looking forward to the opportunity to have a sex-filled weekend while I was gone.

I looked at Brenda with an anguished look and said, "I'm sorry, Bren; I don't mean to be in your way. Maybe I could go hang out at the library for a couple hours."

"You're crazy," she replied. "It's over a mile to the library, through two feet of snow. You can't do that."

"Look, Amy," Josh chimed in, "We're not gonna kick you out of your own room. We'll be OK."

*****

Of course, I knew that Brenda and Josh were having sex, and it really didn't bother me. Honestly, I was happy for them, that they could make each other so happy. In the time we'd been roommates, Brenda and I had become good friends. Mostly, we just kept track of each other's schedules, and her sex life was rarely ever an issue. Once or twice, one of my labs had gotten done early, and I got back to my room to the sounds of moaning and heavy breathing on the other side of the door. In those instances, I usually just wandered down to the lounge and studied there until I figured they were finished. Frankly, just knowing that the two of them were doing it, and hearing them through the door, was always pretty exciting for me, and made my girl parts wet.

I'd never had a boyfriend of my own, yet. It wasn't that I didn't want one, or that I wasn't interested in sex. I was, as much as the next red-blooded college girl. Heck, even when I was a little girl, I'd discovered the sensual joys of my own clitoris; once, I'd gotten in trouble when my mother overheard me proposing to one of my little girlfriends that we 'go into the closet and play with our baginas'.

My parents had held me out of the school sex-ed classes, because they didn't think they 'gave me the right picture' of what sex was like, and what it was for. I knew they meant well, and they did the best they could to give me the information I needed, but somehow, I still had a lot of holes in my understanding. I guess, when it came right down to it, the only way for me to know what a penis felt like inside my vagina was to have a penis inside my vagina.

So yeah -- I was as curious about sex as anyone. I'd just kept busy with other things, like my studies, and the sex thing just hadn't happened yet. But it wasn't like I didn't want it to. . .

*****

I felt terrible, though, that I'd frustrated my friends' plans, weather or no weather. They seemed fine about it, and were just relaxed and relating normally, laughing and joking about regular daily-life stuff, and not even particularly talking about sex, even though all I could think of was how I was depriving them of each other. For a long while, I just sat there saying nothing, while Josh and Brenda happily bantered away. I'm sure they were wondering what was wrong with me.

Finally, there was a lull in the conversation. My mind was still churning, and I couldn't stop myself from asking what was on my mind (and, if I was honest, what had been on my mind ever since I'd known that Brenda and Josh were having sex together), even if it came out sounding awkward. "Brenda," I began, "can I ask you something? It's kinda personal, and you don't have to answer. . ."

"Sure, Amy; what?"

I glanced nervously at Josh. I wasn't sure I wanted him to hear my question, but I decided that I wanted to know the answer more than I wanted to avoid any potential embarrassment.

"What does it feel like to have sex, Brenda?"

For a split-second, both Josh and Brenda were taken aback, but they quickly recovered. Brenda smiled at me warmly, even compassionately, but without a hint of condescension.

"You really want to know?"

"I really do."

Both Brenda and Josh were chuckling; I couldn't tell if my question made her nervous, or if she just thought it was a silly question. For a few seconds, she stared thoughtfully at the ceiling. I was gratified that, even if it was a dumb question, she was at least trying to take me seriously. She turned to look directly at me.

"Amy, it feels incredible. Fantastic. Amazing. Transcendent -- does that sound too pretentious? It feels like I'm being filled up -- like a part of me that's supposed to be there is finally where it belongs. When Josh is inside me, my whole body tingles; every nerve ending is buzzing. Like I've never been more alive. And when I come -- when WE come -- it's just the most incredible release. Like all the tension in my body is just dissolving into space, and Josh and I are almost merging into a single being." 

I could feel my breathing getting heavier, just listening to her. Josh was shifting in his seat.

"Does that make any sense?" she asked.

I nodded. "Kinda. I mean, I've never experienced it, so I can't really know. I mean, heck -- I've never even seen a real penis."

Brenda flashed a glance in Josh's direction. "Really?" she asked, with a more earnest tone. "You've never seen a real penis? And you're what -- twenty?"

"Really; I never have. And I'm still a couple months shy of nineteen."

Brenda paused thoughtfully again, then finally spoke. "Well, that's easy enough to fix," she said. "Right, Josh?"

Slowly, Brenda's meaning made its way through to Josh's brain, and he was suddenly shifting in his seat again, looking back and forth between Brenda and me. Then he seemed to relax, and broke into a big grin. "Ummmmm. . . sure!" he said.

"Oh, Brenda," I sputtered, "I didn't mean that. . . you don't have to. . . I was just. . ."

"I know," she said. "But really, you should know what a real penis looks like, and how it works. And Josh, here, just happens to have one handy. And we haven't got anything better to do for the next few hours -- or days -- anyway."

"Oh, Brenda," I groaned. "Are you sure?"

"Hell yeah!" she confirmed. "Although, I suppose you should really be asking Josh."

I looked at Josh. He framed his hands around his groin. "Ready, willing and able!" he said. "Whenever you want."

Now it was my turn to look back and forth, between Brenda and Josh. I hadn't meant for things to go in this direction, but if they both really meant what they were saying, I didn't want to let the opportunity pass, either.

Finally, Brenda spoke. "It really doesn't need to be this complicated," she said, with just a tinge of exasperation. "C'mon, Josh, just show her what it looks like."

With that, Josh smiled and stood up off his chair, fumbling with the button of his jeans. Brenda moved over to help him, and soon his jeans were a blue puddle around his ankles, which he stepped out of, and kicked them aside. I could see the pouch in his briefs, and was already plenty fascinated by that.

"C'mon," Brenda chided impatiently. "Amy wants to see a penis!" Josh tucked his thumbs into the elastic waistband, and, with a glance in my direction, peeled his underwear down his legs. Then he moved closer to me, so I could get a good close look at his male organ.

"What do you think?" Brenda asked.

I didn't speak, at first. I was simply fascinated by what I was seeing. A fleshy hose hung down a few inches from his thatch of pubic hair; it almost looked like a miniature elephant's trunk, with a little knob at the end of it. A pair of fleshy sacks were tucked in behind it. I exhaled heavily. "It's amazing," I said, craning my head around to view it from every angle.

"It's OK to touch it, if you want," Brenda chuckled. "Isn't it, Josh?"

"Ummm. . . sure!" agreed Josh. "Go ahead."

I reached out with my hand and cradled Josh's hose in my open palm, like I was inspecting some interesting artifact. But as soon as I touched it, it jumped and twitched in response. Instinctively, I pulled my hand away, eliciting more laughter from Brenda and Josh.

"Look out!" Josh cried, "It's alive!"

I gave him a mock-disgusted, 'thanks a lot' look.

"Really," he continued, "You don't have to let go. Actually, it feels good -- really good -- when you touch it."

So I reached out again, cradling it in one hand and gently petting it with the other. It continued to respond to my touch; I noticed it seemed to be growing in my hand, getting bigger and stiffer. Before long, it was hard enough to stand straight out from Josh's body, without any help from me. I felt an eager tingling sensation in my girl-parts. Grinning, I turned to Brenda. "Did I make it do that?"

She grinned. "Yes, you did! Aren't you proud of yourself?"

"You don't have to be so careful," she continued. 'Just grab hold of it like you mean it." She reached out and grabbed Josh's shaft firmly, wrapping her fingers around it and squeezing it tightly, stroking up and down on its length. "Now you try it."

I did as Brenda had demonstrated.

"That's nice," Josh encouraged me. "Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"I think I'd remember if I had."

Josh's penis was more than twice the length it had been when he'd first shown it to me, and at least half-again as thick. A clear fluid was beginning to ooze from the little hole at the tip. I checked it with one of the fingers on my other hand, and found it was very slippery. So I ran the palm of my hand up his shaft and cupped it over the end, and back down, smearing the slippery stuff all along his length. It was like a lubricant, and my hand slid much more smoothly on his penis. The more I stroked him, the more the clear fluid oozed out, and I continued smearing it down the shaft. Every time I cupped my hand over the end, the whole penis seemed to expand and grow in response to my touch.

Josh's eyes were closed, and his head was rolling back. "Very nice," he breathed, as he began to gently rock his hips forward, driving his hard shaft through the tube I was forming with my hand.

I turned toward Brenda, grinning. "This is fun."

She smiled back at me. "You're only getting started, Ames. Are you ready for the next step?"

"Sure!"

"Taste it."

"Taste it?"

"Lick it. Suck on it. Put it in your mouth. Taste it."

Again I did as Brenda instructed me. At first, I just put my lips on the spongy head-knob, and lightly sucked on it. The clear fluid had a salty taste, and I began to use my tongue to lick along the sides of Josh's shaft.

"Oh yeah, Amy," Josh groaned. "That's very nice."

"Good," Brenda encouraged me. "Now use your mouth and hands together."

I wasn't sure exactly what she meant, but I gripped my hand around his shaft again, and stroked up and down while I continued to lick and suck on the tip. Then I began to move my head up and down, in time with my hand-movements.

"You're doing great, Amy!" Brenda encouraged. "Isn't she, Josh?"

"Ungh-hungh," Josh grunted. By now, he was breathing heavily, and rocking his hips in time with my movements. I began to notice a different taste from his penis, kind-of starchy-flavored. "It's. . . I'm getting. . ."

Brenda smiled, and leaned closer as she continued to coach me. "OK," she smiled, "he's getting ready to come. You probably want to take him out of your mouth, but keep stroking him with your hand, harder and faster."

"He's getting ready to. . .?" I said, questioningly, but before I could finish, Josh groaned, and his penis twitched and jerked violently. Streams of thick white fluid erupted from the tip, arcing through the air, and splashing randomly on Josh's belly and legs, and on my arms, face and hair. I flinched back in surprise.

"Congratulations!" Brenda cried out. "You just made a man come for the first time in your life!"

"He came?" I asked, confusedly.

"Uh-huh," Josh gasped. "I came." On unsteady legs, he flopped down onto Brenda's bed. I found myself wondering how many times the two of them had had sex on that very bed. My vagina was sopping wet and slippery, even though I hadn't touched it at all. 

"Does it always. . . squirt like that when you come?" I'd had climaxes of my own, but they were just like extended full-body spasms; no fluids shooting, or anything like that.

"Pretty much always."

"Well, that was fun. And exciting."

"Glad you liked it," Josh said, still breathing heavily. "I thought so, too."

After his climax, Josh's penis quickly returned to its previous limp state, a sheen of his sex-fluids mixed with my saliva glistening on its skin. It was utterly fascinating. "What happens now?" I asked Brenda.

"Well," she began, "it'll take Josh a while to recover before he can get hard again, if he wants to. What do you think, Josh? You wanna try again?"

"Ummm. . . sure!" Josh panted, as he slowly recovered his breath. "Just give me a few minutes."

"No problem," Brenda chuckled. "Take all the time you need."

Turning to me, Brenda asked, "So -- does this answer some of your questions?"

"Ohmigosh, Brenda, it was the most amazing thing! I mean, when I held it and stroked it, it just got big! And hard! And then it just shot that white stuff -- that's his semen, right? -- all over the place! So, when you guys have sex, he puts it in your. . . "

"He puts his big, hard cock in my pussy, and we fuck until he shoots his cum inside me."

"Ummm. . . yeah, right. That's what I meant." Her use of the 'naughty words' was jarring, at first, but I had to admit, it seemed more earthy and honest and just. . . REAL, than using 'technical words' like 'penis' and 'vagina' and 'intercourse'. I tried it out in my own mind, and decided I liked it. "Fuck!" I declared, trying it out, to see how it felt in my own mouth. "Fucking is good. I want to feel a cock in my pussy!"

Josh and Brenda were both laughing uproariously at the incongruity of 'naughty sex words' spewing forth from the 'innocent girl's' mouth.

"We can do that, if you want," Josh giggled. As he spoke, he peeled his shirt off over his head, so he was completely naked. "But right now I'm wondering why I'm the only here with no clothes on. I've shown you mine; now how about you ladies show me yours? Hmmmmm?"

Brenda smiled wickedly. "That's a great idea, Josh!" she enthused, as she peeled her sweatshirt off. She wore no bra, and her large breasts were in full view. She pushed her jeans down over her hips, so she was sitting there with only a red thong covering her. . . pussy. Then she climbed over and joined Josh on the bed. He cupped his hands over her breasts and fondled them appreciatively as they turned to watch me.

I felt my cheeks flushing deep red as I moved to shed my clothing. If I'd never seen a penis until half an hour ago, I had certainly never even been in my underwear in front of a guy, much less naked. I pulled my own sweatshirt off over my head, and stripped my jeans off, tossing them into the closet, so I was sitting there in just my bra and panties.

"No worries, Amy," Brenda said, taking note of my blushing self-consciousness. "You don't have to take off any more clothes than you're comfortable with. We're not trying to embarrass you."

"It's OK," I said. I reached behind my back and unfastened the clasp of my bra. The cups fell loosely from my breasts, and I shrugged the bra off myself. I still had my white cotton panties on, but if Brenda was going to be topless, I might as well be, too. "Today is a day for pushing back boundaries," I said, with a wink.

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of," Josh said, in a low, appreciative voice. "Your tits are very lovely. In fact, I think they're. . ." 

Brenda quickly stuck an elbow in his ribs. Josh instantly lost his train of thought. I blushed. Did Josh really like my. . . tits?

"So what do you want to do next?" Brenda asked me. She slid her hand around Josh's cock, which was already stiffening in recovery. "You want to watch Josh and me fuck?"

"Oh, I could never. . . isn't that just too private and personal?"

Brenda laughed again. "It's not like we're doing it for an audience of thousands, at halftime of the football game! It's just you, dear; and we've already done some pretty intimate things together, just now. You wanted to know what sex is like, and I just figured this is the next logical step. . . in your Sex Lessons!" She laughed her hearty, uninhibited laugh.

"Besides," she continued, motioning toward my crotch, "your wet panties tell me you kinda want us to!"

My pussy. . . my cunt?. . . was giving me away. The crotch of my panties was nearly soaked with the juices of my arousal.

"Ohmigod," I gasped. "I'm sorry. . . I. . ." I felt my face burning again. Then, catching myself, I realized how ridiculous my self-consciousness was, and let it go, laughing at my own nervousness. "OK, you caught me." It felt good to laugh at myself. "If the two of you don't mind, watching you fuck would be about the most exciting thing I could think of, right now."

"Oh good!" Brenda enthused. "I was hoping so!" Turning toward Josh, she said, "Come on, lover -- let's show her what it looks like."

Brenda laid down on the bed, pulling Josh down with her. The two of them began kissing passionately, while she stroked his cock. Soon Josh had his hand inside Brenda's thong, covering her pussy, stroking along her slit. In short order, he lost patience with even the skimpy underwear, and tugged it off her, while she raised her hips to accommodate him. Then I watched as he slid one finger, then two, inside her, and slowly slid them in and out of her, finger-fucking her as she ground her hips against his movements.

Quietly, not wanting to disturb the lovers, or draw attention to myself, I moved my chair closer to the bed, so I could get a closer look at what they were doing. Almost unconsciously, my hand slid into my panties. I was already breathing heavily, and my juices were flowing copiously as I diddled my own clit in my arousal at what I was seeing my friends doing together.

Josh broke his lip-lock with Brenda, and, while both of them continued their genital playing with each other, he moved his head down and took Brenda's breasts in his mouth, licking and sucking them and causing her to writhe and squirm at his attentions. I watched as he sucked one nipple, and then the other, into his mouth, pulling her soft tit-flesh into his mouth as he did. With one hand, I caught myself massaging my own tits, in time with Josh's movements on Brenda's.

The two of them played together like that for a while. I saw the telltale clear fluid leaking from Josh's cock again, and Brenda's pussy-lips were swollen and puffy. Her pink inner lips were beginning to protrude, and her pubic hair was matted with her own wetness.

Suddenly, Josh sat up. Sliding himself down the bed, he placed himself between Brenda's legs. Folding her legs above his own shoulders, he was face-to-face with her pussy. I gasped involuntarily as he leaned forward and licked along the length of her entrance.

"Oh, god, Josh," Brenda moaned, "that feels so good. Eat my pussy, Josh. Make me come."


Snow Day



I watched in fascination as Josh tended orally to Brenda's cunt. Even though I had sucked his cock less than an hour ago, it hadn't occurred to me that he could suck her off, too. And she evidently liked it -- she was twisting and squirming and groaning with pleasure as he licked her.

I watched as he covered her clit with his mouth, leaning in to see him pursing his lips and flicking his tongue across her little hot-button.

"Oh god!" she cried out. "Oh god, Josh. . . I'm coming. . . Stay right there. . . right there. . .Oh YEEAAAHHHH!!! Yeah, Josh! Oh, shit! I'm coming. . . don't stop. . . Oh, Babyyyy. . ."

I don't know how long she was coming, or whether she came once or a dozen times, but every time her climax seemed to be subsiding, Josh just kept at it, and she'd be twitching and writhing again.

I was grinding my hips against my own hand inside my panties, gasping for breath as I watched her. I had never seen anything so erotic in my life. My hand flew across my pussy in my excitement, and soon I was groaning with my own self-induced release. "Ooohhhh," I groaned, as orgasmic spasms wracked my body, and I slumped in my chair. When I came to, I stood up and quickly peeled my panties off myself, deciding that, by then, whatever modesty they were serving had long since outlived its usefulness.

Brenda, who had finally come to at least a temporary pause in her orgasms, turned toward me and laughed. "Was it good for you, too?"

"Oh, very," I gasped. "Don't stop. . ."

She laughed her open, hearty laugh again. "I wonder just who is the one being fucked here?" Then she turned back to Josh, saying, "Fuck me, Josh. Put your big, hard cock in me and let Amy see you fuck me!"

"As you wish," he replied. Then, sliding himself up along Brenda's body, he brought his cockhead against her opening. He paused for a few seconds, tantalizing me with the anticipation of his cock penetrating Brenda's pussy. He placed his cockhead against her cunt-lips, even probing it gently between them, in a sensual genital 'kiss', looking directly into my eyes, to be sure that I could see everything, as he prepared to join his body to hers.

"Come ON, Josh!" Brenda cried, with a tone of desperation. "Don't tease me! Just put your cock in me, and fuck me!"

"As you wish," he answered. Then slowly, inexorably, he drove himself into her.

Brenda groaned a blissful, "Yessssss!" as he penetrated her. I leaned forward to watch as, inch by inch, his erection disappeared inside my roommate. Involuntarily, I groaned sympathetically as I pressed two fingers into myself. When Josh was completely inside her, the two of them simply pressed their groins together, straining for the deepest connection they could possibly achieve. I moved around, to see his balls nestled against her ass as he pressed into her.

Slowly, Josh withdrew, and I watched his thick shaft coming out of her. Her cunt-lips clung to the sides of his cock as he withdrew from her, seeming to tug her pussy inside-out. Even just watching, I groaned in sympathetic frustration -- I didn't want him to pull out of her, I wanted to watch him going into her.

I could just make out his cockhead appearing between her labia, when he reversed himself and pressed back into her, while she groaned again. Soon, the two of them had settled into a slow, steady rhythm, Josh moving in and out of Brenda's pussy, and she raising her hips to welcome him into herself. As I watched them, I found that I was rolling my own hips in time with their fucking. I had another orgasm of my own, grinding my pussy against my hand, and when I recovered from it, Josh and Brenda were still grinding away in the ancient rhythm of sex.

Josh pulled out of her, and rolled her over. She got up on her hands and knees, and I watched as he got in position behind her. Taking hold of his own cock, he held the tip against her cunt-lips and drove back into her. At first, he hunched over her, his front against her back, fondling her tits from behind as he fucked her, rolling his hips as he drove himself into her.

After a while, Josh raised himself into an upright kneeling stance, and began slapping his thighs against Brenda's ass as he pounded her from behind. Brenda rocked herself backwards, meeting his thrusts with her own movements. I watched as his cock continually drove in and out of her swollen pussy-lips.

I wondered how long they could keep going like that, but finally, Brenda began groaning and gasping, and increased her tempo, throwing herself against Josh's thrusts at a faster and faster pace. Josh matched her tempo, and soon their bodies were slapping together at a furious pace.

"Oh god," she cried out, "I'm gonna come, Josh! Come with me, babe! Shoot your cum into me!

"I'm coming, Bree!" he grunted. "Hang on. . . I'm. . ." And with a loud, guttural grunt, he pressed himself tight against Brenda's ass. His body quivered and shook in great orgasmic spasms. He looked like he was losing all control of his bodily functions. 

"Oh, yeah, Josh!" Brenda cried happily. "You're coming in me! Yeah. . . that's what I want. . . Fill me up with your cum."

Josh collapsed onto Brenda's back, gasping for breath. I saw his limp penis slip wetly out of her, and Brenda dropped down onto her elbows, her ass still raised high in the air as she purred happily. Josh moved away from her and collapsed on his back on the bed. I saw white globs of his cum oozing from Brenda's pussy, dripping erotically onto the bed. Brenda reached up between her legs and collected a small glob of his cum on her fingertips, then brought it to her mouth and sucked them clean, humming happily. I nearly fainted from erotic intensity as I watched her savor his sperm in her mouth, rolling it on her tongue, and finally swallowing it with great relish.

Brenda and Josh laid on the bed, both dozing off in a blissful post-coital fog. I couldn't bear to be sitting apart from them, so I crawled up onto the bed with them. I wasn't ready for naked contact with Josh -- yet -- so I nestled in behind Brenda, making a mental note of the sensation of her naked skin sliding against mine.

While the two of them dozed, I thought about the things I had witnessed -- and participated in. Just an hour before, I had never seen a live penis. Now, I had not only seen one, but made it hard with my own hands, sucked on it, and made it come. I had watched that same penis bury itself inside my roommate's pussy, after its owner had licked that same pussy to multiple orgasms, and fucked said roommate in two positions, ending in stunning mutual orgasms. And now, here I was, still laying in bed with the two of them as they slept in post-orgasmic contentment. I smiled to myself as the incredible erotic images danced in my brain, while I lazily ran a finger along my slit. I might have dozed off, myself.

*****

Brenda was the first one of us to awaken. As she tried to climb out of bed without disturbing Josh or me, her movements roused me from my sleep. The two of us slipped out of bed as quietly as we could, leaving Josh sleeping peacefully by himself.

We crossed the room, and sat facing each other on chairs, talking quietly, so as not to disturb Josh.

"My god!" I gushed. "That was incredible! Is it always that intense?"

"This was one of the better ones. Maybe because you were here, and it ratcheted up our excitement. Or maybe we were just showing off. But, you know. . . it's always good."

"Ohmigod, if I could have, I'd have jumped right in with you! I so wanted to feel a cock inside me while the two of you were fucking!"

"Really? You want to know what a cock inside you feels like?"

"I do now."

"'Cuz I know Josh would love to fuck you, if he knew you wanted him to."

"Oh Brenda. . . please don't tell him I said that."

"Why not? You said you wanted to know what a cock inside you feels like."

"Well, I mean. . . you and Josh. . ."

"I'd be angry if I found out he was cheating on me. But if he's helping me to help my friend discover sex, I don't see the problem. . ."

"You don't? But. . . Really? You don't?"

She laughed. "No. I don't."

"Oh, but Brenda. . . It would be my first time. . . what if I'm no good at it?"

"The first time is awkward for everybody. Josh is a good guy. He'll make it as good for you as it can possibly be. Besides, the only way you'll ever have a second time, is if you have a first time first." She thought for a second about what she'd said. Laughing, she said, "Does that even make sense?" 

"Yeah," I replied. "It does."

*****

"So," Brenda said, "do you want me to be here, or not?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I watched you. Fair's fair."

"No, Amy. This is your first time. Do you want me to be here, or not?"

"I really do, Brenda. I think I'd be too afraid if you were gone. You and Josh are my sexual mentors," I chuckled.

"OK, then; I'll be here."

Josh was still sleeping, naked, across the room, on Brenda's bed. I looked over at his sleeping form -- his narrow manly hips (and small, tight manly butt); his broad, masculine shoulders that bespoke such strength; his hairy chest. And his penis. Ah, yes, his penis - the very first one (and so far, the only one) that I'd ever seen live-and-in-the-flesh, so to speak. And in action on my friend Brenda. In his sleepful state, it hung limply from his loins, looking once again like the fleshy hose that I'd imagined the first time I'd seen it, a couple hours ago. A thick, curly thatch of dark pubic hair tangled around the base of it. I chuckled silently to myself. Our bodies -- and our sex organs -- were so different, his and mine; and yet, both of us had pubic hair. I don't know why I thought that was funny, but I did. Farther from his groin, his body hair thinned out, blending seamlessly to the light fur on his belly and his chest, and on down his legs. He was. . . such. . . a MAN.

And therefore, I was coming to think, wonderful.

I smiled at Brenda. She offered a wink of encouragement. "I'll be right here for you," she whispered. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I looked down at Josh's sleeping form once more. It was late in the afternoon, and daylight was waning into a dim, gray, wintry dusk. I laid down on the bed and snuggled up against Josh, spooning my back against his chest. Reaching around myself, I grabbed his hand, dragging it across my body and cupping it against my breast.

For a long time -- at least, it seemed like hours -- nothing happened. His hand hung heavily, inertly against my breast. If I didn't consciously hold it there, it might have fallen off. I looked pleadingly across the room at Brenda.

"He's sleeping," she whispered to me. "Just relax and wait for him to wake up. And enjoy lying next to him. I always do."

I nodded and smiled back at her, pressing his hand more tightly against my breast, savoring the sensation. My pussy was tingling again, just lying there next to him.

At length, I felt him stir, ever-so-slightly. Then I heard him inhale sharply, through his nose. He stretched himself out, pressing his semi-erect cock against my butt-crack. But his hand never left my breast. I felt him nuzzling in my hair. "Mmmmmmm," he purred, "you smell nice." Slowly, lazily, he began to knead my breast, sending jolts of electricity directly to my pussy. I wasn't sure if he even knew it was me whose breast he was fondling, or if, in his drowsy state, he thought I was Brenda. As he kneaded my soft tit-flesh, he began to rock his hips, driving his cock, which was well on its way from 'semi-erect' to 'full raging hard-on', gently between my ass-cheeks.

My pussy was soaking wet, and I wanted nothing except to feel his big, stiff cock inside me. I rolled over to face him. His hard manhood probed between my thighs. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled.

"Hi Amy."

"Hi Josh."

"Is this the next lesson?"

"I think so. I mean, I hope so."

"Me too. What do you want to do first?"

"Could you just hold me for a while? So I can feel your body against mine?"

"Mmm-hmm. I can do that." Gently, he pulled me to himself. The sensation of his naked skin against mine was intoxicating. My nostrils were inundated with his strong, masculine scent. I began to slide my breasts sensually against his hairy chest, while he wrapped his arm around my back and shoulders, stroking my skin with his strong, masculine hands. Slowly, he moved his hand down my back, pausing in the hollow where my back met my butt, then moving down to fondle and caress my butt, tracing the length of my ass-cleft, gently probing between my cheeks, and tenderly cupping them in his palms. My pussy was feeling desperately empty, longing to be filled with his powerful cock.

"I want you," I breathed. "Put your cock in me. Fuck me, Josh."

"Ssssssshhhhhh," he admonished me. "Don't be in such a hurry. We just got here. It's your first time -- relax and enjoy it."

"But Josh. . ." I pleaded.

"Patience," he whispered. "All in good time."

I groaned in frustration mixed with desire.

Gently, Josh rolled me onto my back. Then he crawled between my legs, so his face was directly in front of my pussy. Suddenly, I was wonderfully excited, recalling what I'd seen him do to Brenda; and just a little frightened. He paused and inhaled deeply. I squirmed; I didn't want him to smell me. . . there. But he just smiled, and told me, "I love your scent; you smell wonderful." I thought he was either lying to me, or crazy, but I'd seen the effect his tongue had had on Brenda, and I was curious.

My pussy was tingling with electric anticipation when I felt his tongue slowly tracing along my cunt-lips. I jumped, at the intensity of the sensation. Gently, he probed inside my entrance with the tip of his tongue, gently caressing my inner lips. The sensation was simply incredible, and I was already writhing in delight at what he was doing to me. "Please, Josh," I begged. But he continued to plunder my pussy with his tongue, no matter how desperately I pleaded for his cock inside me. When I felt his tongue brush against my clit, my head nearly exploded. When he licked broadly across it, my whole body did explode. Instantly, I was lost in an uncontrollable, shuddering, twitching, moaning, writhing orgasm.

"Oh god!" I gasped. "Oh! OH! UNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!" I had never experienced anything like it in my life -- it was like my body was hooked up to a million volts. Lights flashed inside my eyes. It was simply surreal.

Josh just kept going, lapping eagerly at my clit, and exploding my universe around me. I thought once he saw me coming, he'd stop, and just let me come down, but he just kept happily licking and sucking on me, sending wave after titanic wave of orgasm washing over me, toying with my body as if I were some sort of rag-doll. Finally, the sensations were just too intense, and I reluctantly pushed him away. At first, he just grinned at me and dove back in, but I held him at bay.

"Please. . ." I panted. "Too much. . ."

"As you wish," he answered, with a sly grin.

"NOW can I have you inside me?"

"You may. I hope the wait was worth your while?"

"Oh god," I blubbered, barely coherently.

Josh sat up, piling some pillows against the wall for him to recline against, his legs sticking straight out in front of him. His cock pointed straight up at the ceiling, twitching and throbbing in readiness. He had me straddle across his lap, the shaft of his cock rubbing against my pussy-lips as I sat on his thighs.

He pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "The first time," he told me, "it's better if you can control the penetration." I nodded. The moment was at hand. I was going to feel a man's hard cock inside myself for the very first time in my life.

Josh raised me into a kneeling position, with my entrance just above the tip of his rigid cock. Then, guiding my hips, he lowered me until the tip of his cock was barely probing between my cunt-lips. The sensations of his cockhead against my pussy were incredible, and I eagerly drove myself down onto his mighty manhood. A small stab of pain hit me, and I stopped, with barely more than the head of him inside me.

I sat there stalled, with Josh's cock not even halfway inside myself. Mom had told me about the hymen, and I guessed that that's what this was. And I remembered what Josh said about me controlling the penetration. For a few seconds, I just squeezed my cunt-muscles on his cockhead, which was very pleasant, while I tried to figure out what to do next. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder. Brenda was whispering in my ear, "It's OK, Amy. You just have to go through it. The pain won't last long."

I nodded. Biting on my lower lip, I pressed downward again until I started to feel the pain again, and then I pressed past it. I felt a small stab, but then, all I felt was Josh's cock filling me. Fuller than I'd ever felt in my life. It felt incredible, this rigid pole of man-meat stuffing my feminine cavity. In seconds, he was completely inside me. I felt his pubic bone bump against mine, and my ass nestled against his balls. I savored the sensation of him being inside me, clenching my cunt-muscles around his shaft, which only made it feel like he was filling me even fuller than before. Josh seemed to like it, too -- he groaned every time I gave one of my 'pussy-hugs'.

I squirmed from side to side, enjoying every possible sensation of having him inside me, from every possible angle and direction.

"Oh god, Josh," I groaned. "You feel SO GOOD inside me!"

From across the room, I heard Brenda say under her breath, with a tone of wistfulness, "I know what you mean. . ."

Slowly, I raised myself up, letting Josh's meat slide out of me, until I couldn't stand it anymore, and I had to have him back inside me, so I jammed myself back down onto his pole. Again and again, I rode up and down on Josh's stiff cock, savoring the delightful sensations of him rubbing tightly against my pussy-walls. Then I sat down on him all the way, and ground my pussy back and forth against him. Then I paused, and simply clenched my cunt-muscles again, and Josh showed me how he could make his cock swell inside me, which was a whole different wonderful sensation.

I don't know how long we went at it like that. I just wanted to savor every possible feeling and sensation of what it meant to have a penis in my vagina. And Josh seemed in no hurry, either.

At last, I could feel my climax growing deep inside me. It just kept growing and coming on until finally, I couldn't hold it off any longer. "Oh, Josh," I cried, "I'm coming! I'm coming on your cock! Oh god, it feels so good, Josh! So fucking good! Oh, I'm. . . Oooohhhh! OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!" My body trembled and shook, wracked by spasm after orgasmic spasm. I savored every climactic tremor, until the last wave of my orgasm had washed over me. When I finally 'came to', I still felt Josh, big and hard and stiff, stuffing my pussy. Josh just looked at me with a smirk.

"Come again?" he grinned.

Before I could respond, or even process what he was saying, he resumed driving his rigid manhood back up into me, hard and fast this time. I didn't even notice any residual pain from my first time -- there was just the wonderful sensation of him driving into me, fucking me, filling me to the utter fullest. It wasn't long before I was back at my orgasmic peak, and Josh was grunting with every thrust of his cock into my warm, eager cunt. I began to cry as the sensations of my newest orgasm simply overwhelmed me. Josh kept thrusting, pounding into me, sending wave after crashing orgasmic wave through my body, until finally, with a loud animalistic grunt, he thrust his cock up into me and held it there, twitching and spasming in his own orgasm. Inside myself, I felt a warm, liquid sensation, like a bubble bursting and flowing inside my pussy.

"Oh!" I cried. "Oh, Josh -- I can feel it! I can feel you coming inside me! Oh, it's wonderful; you're coming inside me. . ."




Snow Day



I fell against Josh's body, hugging him tightly to myself, still rocking my hips gently on his slowly softening cock. "Thank you, Josh," I purred. "My first time was wonderful. I can't imagine it could possibly be any better."

"And to think," Brenda chuckled from across the room, "you wanted to hang out in the library. . ."

*****

Josh stayed in our room that night, and the entire weekend. Brenda and I traded him back and forth all weekend, fucking one of us and then the other, until he simply couldn't get an erection anymore, and we all just collapsed in utter erotic exhaustion. After that, we'd have regular weekly threesomes -- no bothersome roommate issues, after all. And Josh seemed to enjoy them. But I always knew that Josh was Brenda's boyfriend, and I was the 'extra'.

Eventually, I got a boyfriend of my own, named George, and when we finally got around to starting a sexual relationship of our own, I think my experience with Josh made George a very happy man. I could go on and on about the differences and similarities of George's body and Josh's, and their respective cocks, and how they feel inside me, and what it's like to fuck each of them. Some other time, maybe. . .

Next year, we'll all be seniors, and after that -- who knows? I don't know if George and I have a future together or not -- or if Josh and Brenda do. But we're sure enjoying the time we've got.

Thank goodness for that snow day. . .



Snow Day



Essie shivered, the wind biting her bare cheeks as she scraped ice off the windshield. She hated Midwest winters. The cold was bad enough, but the snow and ice just made it worse. Especially when all three were together.

She never felt more depressed than during this season, too. It was difficult all year long, having no one to come home to after a long day of work. But in the winter, there was no one waiting for her to snuggle up with in front of a fire, to warm her up from the inside out. She had always longed for just that, but she'd convinced herself that it was just something she'd have to experience in her mind.

Today had started bad, and she was sure it would just continue to get worse. Days like these always did. Her boss had called her to come in despite previously agreeing to let her take the day off, and it had snowed six inches last night with more in the forecast. She was supposed to be sleeping in, buried under the warm covers of her bed, imagining she wasn't alone anymore. Not clearing the car before fresh snow covered it again.

"But no, I'm freezing my butt off for the biggest jerk this side of the—"

The wind whipped around her as she slid into the driver's seat, blowing a pile of snow off the roof and down the back of her coat. She screamed and slammed the door shut behind her, jerking the gearshift into drive. The car fishtailed once she reached the highway and barely missed the neighbor's mailbox.

"If I make it through this day, I swear I'm going to quit! It'll be my Christmas present for being good all year. Surely I deserve that."

She had no sooner pulled into the lot at work and was climbing out when her cell phone buzzed. With her mittens on, it was difficult to flip open the phone and punch the green 'answer' button. She managed to drop it in the snow before succeeding.

"Hello?" she said, out of breath.

A gruff, male voice snapped back at her. "Ms. Smith, are you almost here?"

She tried not to cuss at her boss. Despite threatening to walk out on a daily basis, she needed to keep this job. At least for now. She forced a smile and managed not to raise her voice. "I'm walking in from the parking lot right now, Mr. Thomas. I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier—"

"Get us some coffee. Not that cheap stuff, either. It had better be hot," he said, and then the line went dead.

She screamed into her scarf and jammed the key back into the ignition. "Us" could only mean his two buddies were visiting, and they were no better than her boss. For a brief moment, she wished she were back in grade school and could have the gift of a snow day. Anything to not be right here, right now.

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The muscles in her back complained when Essie sat back in her chair. She couldn't help the deep groan when she kicked off her required black heels, flexing her toes. No matter what season it was, she also had to wear black nylons and a black pencil-skirt. At least she could wear whatever blouse she wanted. Today, it was a fitted, navy button-up that made her gray eyes stand out...as well as her 36C-cup breasts. And her brunette hair had managed to stay neatly braided in its bun.

Yet, despite how well she presented herself, she didn't feel attractive. Then again, maybe that was because of whom she worked for. If you didn't have a dick, he made you feel like the lowest possible organism on the totem pole. And he had no problem reminding you of it.

She didn't know how she had survived the day. Running for coffee three times, dictating letters and case notes, filing all of last month's paperwork again, all while answering the phone on the second ring...with a smile.

Being Mr. Thomas's legal assistant had very few rewards. The paycheck was the only thing that kept her waking up at six in the morning, driving half an hour one way, working nine-plus hours a day, driving another thirty minutes, and then crawling into bed at night, sometimes without dinner she was so exhausted. A vacation would help, but that would mean Mr. Thomas would be without his left and right hands for more than one day, and he wouldn't hear of it.

She still couldn't believe he had told her she could have today off. Then again, he had retracted his agreement by calling her just after dawn. Some political big-wig in the city had been caught with his pants down on the wrong side of the tracks; the story had been plastered on the front page of this morning's paper. The only reason Mr. Thomas hadn't called her earlier, he'd said, was because he'd been consoling his client. She should consider herself so lucky.

Every now and then, two of his lawyer friends dropped by, like today. They holed up in his office, their raucous laughter sporadically exploding like gunfire, disrupting the blessed silence and any attempt to concentrate on her work. She knew full well that nothing serious—at least legal-wise—was accomplished behind that closed door during their visits.

It didn't help that she'd found them corralled around her desk when she'd finally walked in with their first coffee. As usual, Mr. Thomas bragged to his friends that no one could please him like she did. They'd snickered, given her a once-over with a wink, and grabbed a cup before parading back to the "man cave."

The whole thing disgusted her. She still expected her boss to come to her some day and proposition her...and then blackmail her to keep her job even if she rejected him.

A soft snort slipped out at that thought. Her mind always did imagine her being in undesirable situations with the worst outcome. Either that, or blissfully erotic ones where some handsome man rescued her from this nightmare and pleasured her endlessly... 

Essie shook her head. The chance of either of those situations were less than slim, and with her luck, she'd find herself in the nightmare instead of the dream.

Loud footsteps made her sit up and pretend to be working on the computer. Mr. Thomas led the group of three men. None of them acknowledged her as they laughed over a dirty joke. The grating sound stopped abruptly as the front door closed.

She held her breath for a full minute, and then relaxed in her chair. After another five minutes, she pulled on her knee-high boots and buttoned her wool coat, stuffing the ends of her scarf inside the collar.

At least she wasn't required to be back here until Tuesday due to Christmas Day being on Monday. Three whole days to just stay under the covers at home without a care in the world. To pretend her life was different and she wasn't lonely anymore.

The wind had picked up, and the snow seemed to be falling harder as she hurried outside. More than an inch of the white stuff coated her car. By the time she had dug through to the handle and pried the door open, her hands were frozen, and the sleeves of her coat were soaked.

The engine died the first two times. With a groan, she slammed her hand against the steering wheel, accidentally hitting the horn, and screamed. When the engine turned over on the next try, cold air shot out the air vents and sent goosebumps prickling up her arms and shivers down her back. She wanted to cry, but she was afraid her tears would freeze right on her cheeks.

She let the windshield defrost and the thermostat warm up before she maneuvered the car out of the snow-packed lot. Remembering her deceased father's advice, she tapped her brakes as she came to the stop sign before turning out onto the highway. The car skidded for a moment—the anti-lock brakes taking hold—before it came to a stop.

With the blowing snow, she wouldn't be able to see far, but there shouldn't be too much traffic. Everyone else was sane and was probably tucked away safely in their cozy little houses with their families or significant others. It would take twice as long to get home, if not more. But what waited for her would be just as cold and dark as the night around her. She took a deep breath and started out again, at least looking forward to a little peace and quiet.

###

The dashboard clock showed she'd been on the road for fifteen minutes. It was half the time it usually took her to get home, but passing by the old Anderson silo showed that she had only driven three miles. The windshield was icing up on the inside as well as the outside faster than the defrost and wipers could clear it. She cursed, gripping the wheel with one hand while she rubbed her mitten across the glass.

When the car swerved, she tried to correct it, but then the wheels spun out, sending the car sliding sideways off the road. The car slammed to a stop, and her head hit the steering wheel, cutting off her scream. Sharp pain pressed behind her eyes, there was a tinny taste in her mouth, and she was suddenly freezing cold. Her fingers automatically reached for the buttons on the door, but nothing happened.

"Got to close the window..."

Her hand fell back to her lap, and then she blacked out.

###

A dull throbbing in her head and the smell of clean sheets with a cedar undertone told her that she probably wasn't dead. There was a faint memory of men ogling her at work; traipsing through snow to get overpriced coffee; taking notes while a heavy man with an equally bulbous nose swore to bankrupt the city's journalism industry; driving home from work. And crashing.

Or maybe she had dreamt all of that and had never gotten up this morning. Maybe Mr. Thomas hadn't called her. Maybe she had just imagined, once again, that the worst...

There was a loud exhale, then a deep, masculine voice said, "Good, you're awake."

Essie sucked in her breath and tried to open her eyes. Pain shot down the back of her head and she choked back a scream.

"Breathe!"

Large, warm hands rolled her onto her side and held her still, rubbing her back. Her bare back.

She gulped down air, unable to see anything as she strained to return to full consciousness. Who was this man? Where was she? She tried to sit up, finding herself weighted down by...blankets. She kicked at the layers while holding them to her upper body at the same time, remembering her nakedness.

"Damn it, woman, relax!" The hands pushed her back, pulling the covers over her again. When she stopped fighting, he released her.

Through the pounding of blood in her ears, she could hear his heavy breathing. "W-where am I?"

"I found you in my field. Well, your car that is. You were in your car. Now, just stay put, okay?"

She nodded, and the weight on the bed shifted.

"Your head is a little banged up," he continued, his voice farther away. There was the sound of a faucet running, cupboard doors opening and closing. "Your car is totaled. So is the deer."

"Deer?" She tried to sit up again and felt the blankets fall away. There was a loud gasp followed by a thump and a soft curse. She gathered the blankets to her and laid back down.

"Yes, the four-legged animals that run wild out here in the country. He probably stopped your car from flipping over." His voice was closer again. He moaned, as if in pain, and then the bed shifted once more as he sat down. A dull light clicked on beside the bed, but his face remained above its reach. "Lie still, I'm just going to change your bandage."

She wished she could see him. But then again, she figured he was probably just some creepy farmer who sounded all sexy when he was the farthest thing from it. Still... Her hand instinctively reached out as he leaned toward her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." But he winced when her fingertips grazed over a slight bump on the top of his head.

"Sorry." She bit her lower lip and tucked her hand under the covers again, trying to breathe slower.

His hand smelled of soap when he reached toward her head, and his touch made her skin tingle. As soon as the bandage was gone, so was his hand. Part of her longed for it to return. He granted her wish, but she cringed as he pressed a warm cloth to her forehead.

"You'll have a scar. Nothing that needs stitches."

Water trickled down to her ear, wetting her hair. He was gentle, dabbing at her wound and then at her right eye. The whole while, he never bent low enough for her to catch a glimpse of anything besides his hands. And those had a leathered texture, evidence of someone who worked outdoors.

"I was afraid to put an icepack on that shiner. You were so cold when I found you, I didn't want to make it worse. But I did have to remove your clothes. Snow had blown in through the broken windshield and put a nice layer on you by the time I found you. Good thing I was coming home when I did."

"Thanks." She swallowed and nodded, her cheeks burning from knowing that he had undressed her. She wasn't sure if she was completely embarrassed. Something deep inside sparked to life, and she wondered if he had liked what he'd seen, or if he hadn't paid any attention at all.

He's an ugly, lonely man. Of course he paid attention. Any naked lady would turn him on. The sooner you can get out of here...

"You've stopped bleeding." He dabbed a fingertip of some ointment onto the wound, covered it with a clean bandage, and then turned away from her. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really," she said. A loud growl rose from her stomach.

He chuckled and leaned toward her as he stood up. "Liar."

She gulped down air, feeling that different, silent hunger stirring. His eyes were dark, flashing with his laughter. His hard jawline was darkened with stubble. His shoulders were wide, and as he straightened, she realized he would top her five-foot-six stature by several inches. What enticed her the most, though, was the thick blond hair softening the sharp contours of his face. Her fingers twitched under the blanket, wanting to touch it again. To pull him to her.

Okay, so he's handsome. That doesn't mean he's not a pervert.

"I made some soup," he said, and then he was gone.

She closed her eyes and tried to breathe. When she felt her heartbeat slow down, she rolled onto her side in the direction of his footsteps. A light snapped on, and she caught the first glimpses of her surroundings. Through the doorway, her rescuer stood in a kitchen, ladling soup into a bowl. A larger room lay beyond him, hidden mostly in shadows, but the visible walls and ceiling indicated that they were in a log cabin.

Her eyes returned to the stranger, imagining the muscles of his back and arms as they moved under his flannel shirt. The tightness of his jeans emphasized his ass when he dropped a towel and bent down to pick it up. She gulped again and looked away.

The rest of the bedroom was sparse besides the bed, a nightstand with the sole lamp, a dresser, and a chair in the corner. She could hear the wind howling outside the window and shivered, glad to be inside.

"Can you sit up?"

She gasped, jerking her head around at the sound of his voice. He stood over her, the light from the kitchen making his hair glow. The corner of his mouth twitched as he waited for her response. She nodded and pulled the blankets tighter around her, scooting up so her back was resting against the pillows and headboard.

"Don't want to spill the soup." He sat down beside her, his weight cinching the blankets a tad lower. His eyes darted down and then up to meet hers, a smile tugging at his lips again.

She reached for the spoon and bowl before realizing that she needed at least one hand to keep herself covered.

"Allow me." The words were said casually, but they sounded sexy to her. Surely it was her imagination at work again. He was only trying to help.

She blinked to clear her head. He leaned toward her and held the bowl under her chin, dipped the spoon into the bowl, and then brought it to her lips. Her eyes stayed on him as he slipped the spoon inside her mouth, tipped it back to empty the contents, and then returned it to the bowl. She found the simple gesture quite arousing, and the heat of the chicken soup quickly traveled all the way down to stoke the fire between her legs as she swallowed.

They were both silent as he repeated the procedure, their gaze never wandering. When the spoon scraped the bottom of the empty bowl, he set the utensils on the nightstand.

"Do you feel better?" His voice was definitely husky now, and his eyes looked glossy. Maybe her mind wasn't playing tricks on her.

She licked her lips and nodded. Her heartbeat picked up, and her grip on the blankets tightened as she stared at this strange, gorgeous man sitting only inches away from her.

For just a moment, she glanced at his mouth. Noticing again how a five-o'clock-shadow highlighted his chin and jaw. How full his lips were. How they parted, allowing his sweet breath to brush her face. His long, thick fingers gently brushed over her bandage, grazing her temple and then her cheek as he lowered his hand.

Her own breath shuddered as a wish flashed through her mind, and then he was making it come true without her speaking a word.

His mouth was warm and soft and controlled against hers. He moved with a purpose, gently plying her lips until they parted with a sigh. Then his tongue darted into her mouth, tasting her, luring her tongue into his mouth to taste him.

She moaned as he pushed her head back into the pillows. His fingers caressed her cheek again and then slid into her hair. It occurred to her that her bun and braid had long been released, that her locks hung around her bare shoulders, grazing the tops of her breasts.

The blankets pooled in her lap. Cool air brushed over her chest, hardening her nipples. And then she was falling sideways, twisting until she was on her back.

He lay on top of her, his arms framing her head. He continued the assault on her mouth, gently tugging her lower lip in between his teeth, licking at the spots he had nibbled. His fingers and then his mouth descended to her neck, teasing the sensitive skin behind her ear; around to the nape of her neck just below her hairline; down to the dip where shoulder and neck gracefully joined.

She shivered in delight, her hands rising to massage his arms through his shirt. Her fingers took on a mind of their own, sliding over the roughness of his cheeks and up into his hair. His luxuriously soft hair that felt like silk and curled around her fingers, as if holding onto her as she held onto him. After several minutes, she forced them to abandon their play and moved down to the buttons at the flannel barrier between them.

He gasped, stealing her breath when her fingers brushed the sides of the shirt open and touched his warm skin. His muscles rippled beneath her touch. Despite their firmness, they were still malleable under her fingertips. A muffled groan passed between them, his mouth moving harder against hers, his tongue diving in deeper as he pressed his pelvis against her.

She returned the favor, arching up to him, moaning her assent. He rewarded her by lowering his mouth to her chest, taking one supple breast in his work-roughened hand and enclosing his lips around her erect nipple. Her breath came out in short gasps, her eyes staring at the ceiling but seeing nothing.

He took his time, plying her breast as he had her mouth, moaning when her hands buried in his hair again. All thoughts slipped away. Her own hands had always aroused her when she needed release, but having someone else touch her breasts...and with reverence...

While he suckled one breast, he massaged the other, cupping it, squeezing it, and sending wonderful sensations straight down to her toes. He ran the flat of his tongue over her right nipple before kissing down the inside of her breast and moving across the valley to repeat the whole procedure on the other side.

She felt the warmth and wetness growing between her legs, and the desire heightened as his free hand grasped her side, slowly stroking up and down, his fingers massaging her back, her waist, the outside of her breast. Her body fluttered, rising and falling in waves at his touch. The sounds coming from her mouth were a mixture of moans and gasps and unintelligible words.




Snow Day



Any misgivings she'd had about their situation were wiped away when his hand settled over her bellybutton, his fingers grazing the top of her auburn curls below. Her body rose up in a guttural moan. She may have been lonely and single, but she was no novice when it came to knowing what it took to bring herself release...and when she needed it.

She whimpered, and he raised his eyes to hers. Without a word, he slid down her body, his fingers trailing along her skin as he went. She shivered, sucking on her bottom lip. Her legs fell open in invitation.

When he finally reached her hips, he blew against her skin, making her jump. He glanced up at her one last time before he slid his shoulders up under her knees and rested her legs over his back.

Essie had just inhaled when his mouth latched onto her pussy, his tongue flicking against her clit, making her scream and arch up to him. He spread her legs wider, giving himself more access to play. Her fingers clenched the sheets as she tried to remember to breathe.

His tongue played havoc on her. Short licks around her clit; long laps up and down her pussy; deep penetrations inside her. She shivered and squirmed below him. All the while, his fingers traced the sensitive skin along the line where her legs joined her body, over her hip, and in the curve of her waist. All the places that normally might be ticklish, but with the right touch, they made her body tingle in prolonged pleasure.

All she could do was moan and writhe beneath his torturous ministrations, his hair brushing the insides of her thighs. When he propped her pelvis up with one hand under her lower back and slid one thick finger in and out of her rapidly, she froze mid-air, releasing a choked scream.

The world was a dark ocean for a few minutes as she floated and came back down, coherent of his finger still stroking her—slower now—his other hand rubbing her stomach in circular motions. She whimpered when he finally slid out of her and lowered her legs to the bed.

"I'll be right back."

Her body shivered at his absence, and she bit back a sudden desire to call to him. What would she say? She didn't even know his name.

He returned in a moment with an ice pack, the sudden chill against her eye eliciting a sharp cry.

"Shh. Go to sleep." He brushed his lips against hers and then against her forehead before he pulled the blankets over her and tucked her in. And then he laid next to her on top of the covers.

She moaned and rolled onto her side, her sated body pressing against his warm presence behind her. Wondering if it had all been a dream.

###

Essie stretched and yawned. The layers of blankets shifted over her. When she opened her eyes, she froze, forgetting where she was...why she was naked. And then her memory returned and she sighed, snuggling the covers up under her chin. Pale gray light spilled from the window beside the bed, confirming her suspicions that it was morning.

Without looking, she knew that her rescuer was gone. There was an emptiness behind her, an absence of his pressure against her like it had been throughout the night. She remembered how he'd laid his arm across her waist, holding her to him while she drifted off. It had been an odd but wonderful feeling.

She rolled over and stared through the doorway to the kitchen, now dark and empty. The previous night slowly replayed in her head, and she squeezed her legs together to repress the desire slowly building inside.

A light flickered on. She propped herself up on her elbow. He was out there.

She was certain now that she hadn't been dreaming. Her thoughts waffled between feeling an intense desire to repeat their little late-night episode and the guilt that she had let a stranger do that to her. Not to mention that she had probably ruined his holiday weekend. He had said her car was wrecked. How was she going to get home?

The sudden sight of him made her suck in her breath. He stood with his back to her. Although a sweater hid his upper body, she could imagine every line and muscle if she closed her eyes. He had shoved the hands that had memorized her body into the front pockets of his tight jeans. He started to turn toward her, stopped, ran one hand back through his hair, and paced out of her line of vision. He returned several seconds later and repeated the process.

After watching him for several minutes, she couldn't stand it any longer. When he disappeared again, she slid out from under the warm blankets, biting back a squeal as her bare feet touched the cold floor. Her clothes didn't appear to be in the room, but his flannel shirt was lying neatly folded across the arm of the chair. It smelled woodsy when she pulled it on, the cuffs fell past her fingertips, and the hem grazed her knees.

The air was warmer on the other side of the kitchen. A living room—with a massive stone fireplace at its center and a sparkling Christmas tree decked out with red and green balls and tinsel at the far end—filled this end of the house. She sighed when her feet sunk into a thick bearskin rug, and she tried not to laugh at the thought that, of course, there would be a rug of that nature in a place like this.

He didn't seem to see or hear her as he continued his circuit, stopping at a window to look out at the snow, hanging his head as he shook it. He even seemed to look right through her when he turned. But then he jumped back and yelled.

"Damn it, woman!" He doubled over, leaning against the back of the couch. "Don't sneak up on a person like that!"

Essie bit her lip, but she couldn't keep herself from smiling. He just looked so good. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

When he raised his head, his jaw hardened and something flashed in his eyes.

Her stomach felt heavy at the look. He must be angry. Her accident had interrupted his plans, and now she was stealing the shirt off his back. She pulled the latter tighter around her. "If you would kindly point me to my clothes and a phone, I'll call for a ride out of here and leave you alone. I don't want to trouble you, especially on Christmas. Thank you for your...um...hospitality." Her eyes dipped to his mouth on the last comment, but she pushed the subsequent thoughts—and memories—away.

He rolled his eyes. "Your clothes are still wet, and the phone is out. No telling when someone will get out here to fix it."

"Out here?" She shifted her weight and crossed her arms, leaning against the other end of the couch. "I believe I crashed on Devlin Road, just about three miles from Benton."

His eyes darted down, lingered for a moment, and then returned to hers. She could see his jaw relax, the frustrated look on his face dissipating. "Honey, just because you crashed on the highway doesn't mean I live there."

"But you said—"

"I said it was lucky I was coming home when I did."

"But your field—"

He smirked. "I have lots of them."

She threw back her head, groaning. "Where am I?"

"Heaven, at least you were as of last night." He didn't even try to hide his laugh.

Her cheeks burned, and she had to stop herself from stomping her foot. "I'm serious!"

"You're about twenty minutes from Devlin Road...and the nearest house."

The beams of the ceiling stretched high above her, glowing from the burning fire and the artificial lights on the tree. It wasn't a large house, but it was more than enough for one person. And it wasn't the worst possible situation. He could have left her in the car...or not have seen her at all. "So I'm...stranded? With you?"

"Trust me, I had other plans for the weekend." But his tone belied that he wasn't completely disappointed at her misfortune.

She closed her eyes, frustrated with herself now. His voice alone made butterflies dance in her stomach. Why didn't she resist him last night? Just because they were attracted...

The back of his fingers stroked her revealed neck, and her eyes flew open. Icy blue orbs stared back, but they were anything but cold. It was suddenly hard to swallow. She staggered back and lost her balance. His arm slipped around her waist, hugging her against him.

He didn't move for at least ten seconds. When she put her hand to his chest to free herself, his mouth descended on hers. His arms tightened around her, one on her waist, the other around her neck, his fingers buried in her bed-head hair.

She could only moan, feeling his body pressing against hers, the heat of him instantly warming her but also making her shiver. Her eyes closed again as she fell into the sensation, gasping against his mouth when he pulled her around the side of the couch and they landed on the cushions, him on top.

He broke the kiss to move to her neck, and she managed to find her voice. "I don't even know your name." She shuddered as he spoke against her skin, his hot breath and the vibrations of his voice mixing into a wonderful sensation. "I'm sorry..."

He pulled away and murmured, "Jake."

"Essie." She tangled her fingers into his hair and guided his mouth back to her neck.

He mumbled something else against her skin. She moaned, not caring what he'd said, and tilted her head to the side to give him more area to torture. At some point, she realized his hand had gone south, opened his shirt that she had pulled on, and was cupping her bare breast, sending delightful sensations down between her legs. Part of her wanted his mouth to join his hands, just like before, but she was thoroughly enjoying what his lips, teeth, and tongue were doing to her ears, neck, and shoulders.

She let her own hands wander, although his sweater was a hindrance to reaching what she really wanted. He seemed to sense her frustration and broke his onslaught long enough to remove the barrier. Free to roam, her fingers clawed at the thick muscles in his arms, his chest, and his back.

"Shh, Essie." He withdrew again and stilled her hands. "Don't rush it."

He was one to talk. She looked up at him, feeling tears in her eyes. Damn her self-restraint. Her body pulsed with desire, every nerve ending on fire, wanting his hands everywhere all at once. Wanting him.

He brushed her hair back from her forehead and leaned down to kiss her temple beside the bandage. "Don't move."

She shuddered when he stood up, his muscles straining and flexing deliciously as he hurried around the room. He gathered and laid a pile of blankets on the rug in front of the fire. Several pillows joined them.

She had pushed herself up on her elbows to watch. Now, his eyes settled on her naked body, framed in his shirt. He groaned and then chuckled.

"Dammit, woman. You look like a present delivered on my doorstep, and I just peeled back the wrapping paper. I must have been a good boy this year."

This couldn't be real. Snowed in with a gorgeous stranger, and nothing to do but make out by the fire? Not in her lifetime. She slowly licked her lips, thrusting her breasts out to tease him.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing. But right now, I'm feeling very naughty."

"Oh, thank God."

Jake was back at her side and scooped her up into his arms. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as he settled her on the rug and then crawled between her legs, tilting her head back to kiss her.

Their tongues teased back and forth, tasting and exploring the heat of each other's mouth, grazing over the sharpness of teeth. Her hands stroked his biceps, feeling the taut muscles as he supported himself over her. Warm air slipped inside the open shirt and caressed her aching nipples. A soft moan was all the hint he needed, his weight shifting as he slid one hand down her side, cupped her hip, and then slid back up to massage her breast. Her sighs of approval only encouraged him to continue his play.

She didn't know how long they were lying there half-naked before a fire and a Christmas tree, trapped by snow in a cabin, but she didn't care. She was happy to stay there forever if the atmosphere remained the same.

He lifted himself up suddenly and slid a hand between them. Essie sucked in her breath, waiting for his fingers to touch her, but he didn't. Instead, she realized he was undoing his jeans, and her heart raced at the thought. She looked away, struggling to draw air into her lungs.

"Are you okay?" His breath tickled her ear, making her shiver.

She nodded, biting her lower lip. It would be lying to say she hadn't secretly hoped for what was coming next. The thought of giving herself to him didn't faze her, but that thought did worry her a little. She must have hit her head harder than she suspected. Where were her sensibilities?

Despite her insistence to see this through, she was still scared. Scared that he might hurt her. Scared that she wouldn't measure up to his expectations. Scared that this really was just a dream, that she was probably still crashed in her car on the side of the road, unconscious...

His palm cupped her cheek, turning her eyes to his again. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "Do you want me to stop?"

She blinked slowly and whispered with a shaky breath, "No."

"I'll be gentle." Jake pressed his mouth more firmly to hers, still holding her head with one hand. His other one slid down her body, taking time to heighten all of her sensations by teasing her breast, her nipple, her side, her waist, her hip. And then his hand moved between them, lightly flicking her clit and making her jump.

He chuckled into her mouth, licking at her tongue. His finger mirrored the action down below, delving into her wetness.

Essie moaned, arching her pelvis up to him, but he pressed her flat against the floor again. She closed her eyes and had to remind herself to keep breathing when she felt his fingers searching deeper than last night, realizing how tight she was—and why. But he said nothing, just continued kissing her, continued stroking her, continued stretching her open.

His fingers retracted for only a moment, his weight shifted on her, and then she felt his erection pressing against her. He grasped her leg, pulling it up so she had her knee bent and her foot was buried in the softness of the blankets. A little pressure against her inner thigh to make her legs spread wider, and then he gently pushed into her.

Her heart seemed to catch in her throat, her body automatically responding as she arched up to him, drawing the head of his erection into her. She whimpered and gripped at his arms, thankful that he had stopped, but also wishing he'd just get it over with.

Jake broke the kiss and stroked her temple again, carefully tracing her black eye. "Shh, Essie. It's okay. I know." His other hand slid under her lower back, cupping her ass. His eyes met hers and held her gaze. And then he shifted once more, pushing hard until he had fully penetrated her.

It hurt. A lot. She arched her head back and cried out, clenching her eyes closed, her fingers digging into his skin.

He was bigger than she had imagined. Then again, she hadn't actually seen his cock before he decided to put it in her. He groaned when he twitched inside her and her body responded by squeezing around him. But he didn't try to pull out. Pleasure slowly replaced the receding pain. Blissful pleasure she had never thought possible.

"Essie, look at me." He waited for her to open her eyes. "Are you okay? I won't move until you're comfortable."

She blinked, exhaled, and released her grasp on him. A sigh escaped when he slid his hand out from under her and caressed her body again, encouraging her to relax. His soft kisses helped, distracting her from the pressure of him filling her.

It took a few minutes, but her body took on a life of its own. Her hips pushed up to him, her other leg now sliding up to a bent position, providing a better angle for him, her knees hugging his hips.

Jake slowly pulled back, drawing a sweet moan from her lips. He pushed in again, and then pulled back a little more. He repeated the process until he was slowly stroking all of the way out until just the head of his cock was inside and then sliding all of the way back in, pressing against her inner walls and earning a groan of delight from her.

Essie couldn't believe all of the sensations running through her body. Never had she felt so alive. Everything he touched seemed to shoot sparks straight to where they were joined. Her breasts ached, smashed between their bodies. In no time, he was stroking faster, her heartbeat thumping in her head as she panted to keep up with him.

He mumbled encouragement, his face buried in her hair, his tongue and teeth torturing her neck as his hands held her head tilted to the side. His breathing matched hers, his body covered in a layer of sweat, sliding against hers.

She wasn't sure how it would end. Usually, she could feel the rise, the peak, and then she'd shake a little as she went over, writhing on the bed. Afterward, she'd curl up on her side as she came down from the high, sometimes falling asleep, content. But that was when she was by herself.

Nothing had prepared her for the explosion that culminated after the intense pressure inside. Jake was stroking steadily, his voice raspy against her ear as he told her how he loved the way her body molded to his. Suddenly, she felt him grow bigger, if that was possible. Her legs clamped around his waist and she screamed, pressing up against him at the same time he drove deeper into her and stilled.

Heat filled her. She shook, as expected, but she didn't stop. Waves rolled over her, numbing her senses. Her grip loosened on him, and all she could do was lay there.

She whimpered as he wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his side, pulling her with him. His cock slipped out of her and lay across her thigh as he pulled a blanket over them. She reached for him blindly, moaning.

"Shh, Essie. It's okay. You're safe with me."

His voice was so comforting, his body so warm and firm, and she was so exhausted despite having just woken up less than an hour ago. She nuzzled her head against his chest and breathed in the woodsy scent of him mixed with soap and sweat and sex. She drifted off to the sound of the fire crackling behind her while his fingers stroked the small of her back.

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When Essie woke again, the fire was out, casting the room into shadows with the tree providing the only light. She blinked, her eyes adjusting and slowly placing the shapes of furniture. She could hear the wind howling outside...and the steady breathing of another human. Her fingers brushed against a hard body as she rolled onto her back to sit up, and the desire to draw closer filled her.

She considered just snuggling back under the piles of blankets next to Jake—especially since she was naked and a chill brushed her shoulders when the blankets shifted—but nature called. Her nipples tightened to an aching point as she crawled to her feet, careful not to wake him. She found his flannel shirt again and pulled it on, wrapping her arms around herself as she hurried to the bathroom, her bare feet slapping against the cold, wood floor once she stepped off the rug.

Feeling guilty but hoping he'd forgive her, she rummaged through the bathroom drawers and cabinets until she found a comb to tame her hair. His fingers had tangled it all up, but she smiled, longing for the next time he'd do it again. Unfortunately, she couldn't brush her teeth, but that hadn't stopped him from kissing her earlier. Still, she made use of a bottle of mouthwash and felt a little better.

She was racing back to their makeshift bed when she skidded to a stop against the back of the couch. A fire was blazing in the hearth again, and a naked man sat on the floor in front of it, surrounded by the blankets and pillows. She had to bite her lip to squelch the moan of desire trying to escape.

"Did you sleep well?" Jake's hair hung in his eyes. When he brushed it back off his face, her knees weakened and her heart thumped louder. She managed a nod. His gaze dropped and slowly slid up to meet hers again. "You look good in that shirt."




Snow Day



Essie blushed, feeling her nipples harden for a different reason now. "Thank you."

"Are you hungry?"

"In what sense?" She slapped a hand over her mouth as soon as she'd spoken the words.

"My, aren't we a little horny?" He winked at her as he stood. She realized he had pulled his jeans back on, but she wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not. "I was thinking more along the lines of bacon and eggs. Scrambled okay with you?"

She nodded and followed him into the kitchen where he set to making breakfast. Just watching him move about with such fluidity made her think of how he'd made love to her at dawn.

"I really am sorry about ruining your weekend. I'm sure you had plans for Christmas Eve tomorrow."

He shrugged. "I live alone. I have no family close enough to visit. It's a lonely life sometimes."

"I still feel bad."

"Don't." He smiled at her over his shoulder. "I'm just glad I was there to rescue you."

She blushed, once again thinking of how it could have ended up if he hadn't spotted her car. "Yeah. Thanks. Anything I can do to help you with breakfast?"

"Your clothes are mostly dry, but not exactly the best attire for keeping warm or sitting around here. There are socks in the top drawer of the dresser. And you should find a pair of sweatpants in there, too." He gestured to the bedroom with the spatula. "Then you can help me by setting the table. Dishes and silverware are in the cupboard and drawer by the sink."

"Thanks." They both stared at each other for a moment, the sound of bacon sizzling in the background. Her lust reflected in his eyes, and she forced herself to swallow and look away. "I'll get those socks."

The sweatpants she found were obviously too big, but she wasn't going to complain. With the legs rolled up, she could still move around, and she wasn't freezing anymore. She wondered if Jake remembered that she didn't have her underwear. Not that the black lace panties she usually wore would have provided much protection from her arousal if he continued to seduce her like he had been.

A small shiver raced up her back at the thought. She shook it away and chose a pair of thick, wool socks. Back in the kitchen, she expressed her gratitude for the donated clothes while she found the dishes and set two places at the rustic log table.

Her stomach rumbled at the smell of the greasy food, but it settled as she devoured the pile of eggs on her plate and took two more pieces of bacon. Neither of them spoke while they ate, but their eyes flitted back and forth from their food, to each other, away, and back again. Although she was full when she set her fork down, her stomach still didn't feel completely settled.

Not when all she could think about was how last night had ended...how the morning had started...

"Hand me your plate, Essie." Jake's tone of voice indicated that it wasn't the first time he'd made the comment, but the twinkle in his eyes showed he wasn't irritated.

"Oh, sorry." She shook her head and gave him the dish with the silverware stacked on top. Their hands brushed each other. Static electricity sparked between them, and they both jerked away. Thankfully, he had a good grip and didn't drop anything, but she heard his own labored breathing and imagined that his wide-eyed look reflected her own face.

He cleared his throat and turned back to the sink. "So, tell me a little about yourself."

How much did she reveal to this stranger? This fantastically-good-in-bed stranger who made her temperature rise and heartbeat race just thinking about him? He'd pulled his sweater back on before breakfast, and now she frowned, preferring his bare skin. How the muscles rippled under her fingers as he was str—

"Essie?"

"I'm sorry. My mind wandered." She ignored his chuckle and his 'I wonder where' comment under his breath. "I live in Calvin, but I work in Benton as a secretary-slash-legal assistant at Thomas Law Firm."

Jake pushed up the sleeves of his sweater and scrubbed at the frying pan.

She resisted a moan at the sight of his thick, sun-darkened forearms. Arms that had wrapped around her, held her so tight. So strong. So safe. What she wouldn't give—

"Hello?"

"What?" Guilt stung inside. That he'd caught her not listening again. That she had allowed herself to feel for someone so quickly. That she didn't feel one iota of that same emotion for having slept with the guy.

"How long have you been there?"

"Sixteen years."

"Do you like it?"

Her gaze automatically dropped, feeling the guilt drive deeper. As if she were admitting how long she'd been an addict in some private meeting of peers. She pulled her legs up to her chest, rested her heels on the edge of the chair, and propped her chin on her knees. Her eyes rose, now meeting his face...and his scowl. "My boss is a sexist pig. It's gotten worse the past two years."

He just crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter. His dark gaze locked on hers.

"Just say it. I've seen that look before. You're wondering why I would subject myself to being practically treated like a slave."

"I wasn't thinking that, because you haven't really described your work environment. I wasn't going to assume anything. But since you brought it up... You, of all people, should know sexual harassment in a workplace is illegal."

She shrugged and stood up, shuffling her feet on the way to the couch. "I just wouldn't know where else to go. It's all I've known since I graduated college."

"There are a lot of other things to do, especially with a degree." He followed her and sat at the other end of the couch. "Give me your feet."

She stared at him for a moment and then complied. He rested her feet in his lap and massaged them through the thick socks. A soft moan slipped out as she bit her lower lip and sunk lower into the cushions. The guy was getting under her skin, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

"I think of leaving at least once a week, but reality always sends me a check: the job pays the bills. Besides, he usually stays in his office. He only really harasses me through the phone, which is tolerable. I have never seen the inside of a courtroom, despite my title. On the plus side, I've put a healthy nest egg aside. I just need a little more and then I can quit."

"That's what they all say." Jake snorted and slid the socks off, his cool hands making her shiver.

She bit back a cry at the sharp pain when he pressed his thumbs into her arches. "I was supposed to be off today. Or yesterday. I knew it was too good to be true when he'd agreed to it. For as big as his ego is, he's completely lost without me. But at least I can count on the hefty bonus at year-end that compensates for any actual vacation days I'm legally obligated to."

"Jerk."

"Not so hard!" she gasped, tugging her foot out of his grasp.

His eyes snapped up to hers and he stopped. "Sorry! I'm just a little...distracted."

When she laid her foot back down and he pressed it into his lap, she realized what he meant and gulped. "Um...anyway, I was finally heading home when I had the accident. I was looking forward to having the holiday off."

"So are you alone?"

She blinked, shook her head, and then nodded. "I mean, I haven't had a roommate since college. And with my unpredictable schedule, a pet can't depend on me being around to take care of it."

"I meant a boyfriend." The corner of his mouth twitched, and his eyes darted down to her naked hands in her lap and then back up to hers eyes. "Someone who might be concerned about you? Someone you were planning to spend Christmas with? Family?"

Heat rushed to her face, and she felt her heartbeat increase. "Uh, no. No one. Both of my parents are dead, and I'm an only child. No other family in the state. I guess I have the same lonely life as you."

"What a shame." His hair swished back and forth, glowing from the firelight as he shook his head.

She wanted so bad to bury her fingers in his locks, to have him hold her against him, to—

"Are you still hungry?"

"I think I'm good for now. The eggs were wonderful. Thank you."

One eyebrow went up, and he pressed her foot into his lap again. "Are you sure?"

She couldn't stop her body from shuddering. How stupid could she be? Seeing that his eyes had dropped again, and the way he was licking his lips... Apparently, whatever was wrong with her ability to think and act rationally, it was contagious.

"Come here." His voice was a whisper and a command as he stood and held her gaze.

She rose and drew closer on shaky legs, her breath catching at the thought of what might transpire. The idea flickered in her head that if she hadn't been rudely called to work yesterday morning, she wouldn't be here right now. Wouldn't be walking into the delicious trap of a gorgeous man, snowed in for Christmas and only God knew how long.

Jake's hand tightened around hers, and then he yanked her close, wrapping his arm around her back, forcing her own arm to bend and wrap with his. Although painless, the motion pinned her up against his body, and a gasp escaped between her lips. He actually growled at her, low and seductive, before his mouth locked onto hers.

Essie pressed her breasts harder against him, her eyes drifting close. The man was an addiction. She couldn't get enough of him, and she forced herself not to think about what would happen when the snow was cleared.

Stay in the here and now. Enjoy it while it lasts.

"We don't really have a choice," Jake said as he pulled away, "but I'd be happy to spend Christmas with you, Essie. I can thaw that turkey, and we can have ourselves our own little celebration."

"Uh huh. Sounds great." She shivered as his fingers slid over the shirttails, lightly grazing up her side to her breast. She wanted to collapse on the blankets and let him have his way with her again like the first time. To feel his mouth on her...his tongue...his fingers.

As if reading part of her thoughts, his mouth covered hers again. His hand traced the edge of her breast, down the curve of her waist, around to squeeze her ass, and then it slipped between them. She shifted her weight so she could spread her legs, giving him more access. His fingers pressed up, rubbing the material of the sweatpants against her raw flesh. Her muffled whimper changed to a moan when he pressed harder.

He broke the kiss again and stared at her, his whole body shaking as he gasped for breath. Her tongue swept over her lips, tasting him. He suddenly released his hold on her. 

"Jake?" She had to grab the back of couch for support.

There was no response, but he retrieved one of the ladder-back kitchen chairs, positioned it in front of the fire, and threw a blanket over it. When he stripped, her knees buckled on seeing the size of his erect cock, knowing that had been inside her...giving her so much pleasure.

"Take off your pants and socks. Leave the shirt on." When she hesitated, he repeated himself. He sat down on the chair and held out his hand. "Come here."

"What are you—"

She grunted when he tugged her towards him to straddle his legs. He guided his cock below her and pushed on her hips until she sank down. It was easier this time, but the fit was still tight. She whimpered when he moved her around on his lap, trying to balance her, stretching her wider and sliding deeper into her in the process. He silenced her, their mouths melding, tongues teasing while his hands slid first over and then under the shirt, fondling her sides, her breasts, her back.

His hands crept up to stroke her neck before fisting in her hair. She wasn't going to argue, the first stages of numbness relaxing her as his fingers massaged her scalp, brushed through her locks, tilted her head this way and that as he tried to kiss her from all angles.

He finally unbuttoned the shirt, pushing it open and down her shoulders. For a moment, her arms were pinned to her sides, and he used the shirt to hold her against him. When he tossed the shirt aside, the roughness of his hands slid over her, electrifying everything in their path, making her shudder. Their final resting place was on her hips, and he began raising and lowering her.

She moaned, breaking the kiss to arch away from him, supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders. When his mouth closed on one of her breasts, she gasped.

It was some time before he stilled, ending the continuous rocking motion that had her making her unladylike noises, and helped her stand.

"I have a little fantasy." He winked and motioned for her to turn around.

The light danced off his abs, his cock raised tall like a flagpole—shiny with her fluid—and she felt her pussy contract at the thought of it absent from her body. When he twirled his finger in the air again and patted his lap, she moaned. Their eyes met, and the look in his was glassy, lustful.

"Sit, please." He turned her away from him, placed a hand around her thigh, and then guided her until she had her back against his stomach.

She could feel his hand beneath her, and then he pulled her down onto him again. The different angle made her cry out, and she stopped mid-air.

"It's okay, Essie. I won't hurt you."

With a shuddered breath, she slowly impaled herself, her body swallowing him until she was sitting on his lap again. His hands wrapped around and held her tight.

"Put your legs on the outside of mine. Yes, that's right. Now, I've got you, so don't be scared."

But she couldn't help a choked cry as he opened his legs, forcing her own open at the same time...and driving him a little deeper into her as she settled further into his lap. It felt like he was pressing against her back from inside. While pleasurable, it was a new sensation, especially since nothing was touching her clit.

Her very sensitive clit at this point.

"I just want you to relax, okay? I'll do all the work. But it will be enjoyable for both of us."

She nodded and let out a deep breath, telling herself to let go. She felt his firm body against her back, his strong legs supporting her, his hands gripping her hips now, and his cock buried deep within her, throbbing, begging to be stroked by her hot, wet pussy.

"Lay your head back on my shoulder." He kissed her temple when she did, and then he whispered, "Close your eyes and just feel."

She stared straight ahead for a moment, watching the flames dance. That's when she noticed the mirror above the fireplace, tilted so it reflected what was below. She'd never imagined herself in such an erotic position, almost as if watching herself in a movie.

There wasn't much she wasn't willing to let him try with her, but being taped... Even if he wasn't, just that thought made her hyperventilate. Another "worst case scenario" that she'd completely fabricated and had now scared her silly.

"Take a deep breath. There you go. And another one. It's okay. You need to relax. I don't want to accidentally hurt you."

His voice did little to calm her. Whimpers built from within and escaped in short bursts. She gripped onto him, her body shaking.

Not a movie. Just a mirror. Not a movie. Just a mirror.

"Essie, close your eyes." He kissed her forehead again. When she continued to watch their reflection, he took her chin and forced her to look at him, pressing his lips to hers until she gave in and obeyed him. "Now just feel. And don't forget to breathe." 

At first, it felt awkward, trying to kiss him or nuzzle his neck as he rocked beneath her, his cock barely moving within her. But when he cupped and massaged her breast in one hand, his fingers playing with her nipple, and the other slid down and stroked her clit, she threw her head back and abandoned her post.

Instead, her mind focused on the here-and-now, the facts. He was behind her, and she could feel the heat of the fire on top of her, and yet he was creating all kinds of sensations within her. So much so that she rolled her head back and forth on his shoulder, moaning.

He changed tactics, lifting her hips up high, lowering her back down onto him, his hips briefly pressing up when they were fully joined again. Lather, rinse, and repeat. It was a deliciously slow process that left her gasping and begging for more. The creaking of the chair as their bodies rocked, the crackling of the fire, and the howling of the wind outside only added to the effect.

She lost track of time, unsure if the heat in her body was from the fire or from him, but it was wonderful. Especially when he would pay homage to her breasts, or nuzzle and nibble her neck, or just wrap his arms around her body, stroking her skin with this fingers.

Jake groaned into her hair, evident that he was enjoying it, too. She managed to grab onto his arms before she felt the pressure build. That special tingling that told her the explosion was just around the corner. He did not fail her, bringing her right to the edge and then letting her fall, although she could feel him still holding her.

Essie cried out his name, moaning and shaking in his embrace. Through the haze, she realized he had not come, too, but the thought escaped her as she floated through the abyss. At some point, she realized he had picked her up and laid her on the floor. He pressed his body up against hers and stroked her skin, whispering words of encouragement as she writhed in the blankets.

She moaned, rolling into his body, the last waves of the orgasm slipping away. Her head was fuzzy, and she felt flushed, but her body was sated.

"Wonderful, Essie. Absolutely wonderful." He cupped her cheek and caressed the soft skin with his thumb before he kissed her.

She shivered when his tongue outlined her lips. Shuddered when his hand slid down and took her breast. Whimpered when he rolled on top of her and parted her legs.

Her body welcomed him in like a long-lost friend despite feeling exhausted and sore. He fit perfectly now, filling her, caressing her from the inside out. His presence even soothed the tenderness a bit.

He stroked very slowly, mumbling as her body responded to his. Her legs wrapped around his waist; her hands gripped his arms; her body arched up to his. This position had to be her favorite. He could be in control. She felt safe and protected, covered by his strong, yet gentle body.

She was lost in their rhythm when he stopped and rocked back, pulling her with him so she landed on top of him with a grunt. She planted her hands on either side of his head, and leaned in to kiss him.

He brushed her hair from her eyes and then traced her mouth with his fingertip. She sucked it in with a grin, twirling her tongue around it. He moaned and arched his hips up into her, hard.

Essie gasped. When she didn't move, he held her hips and demonstrated what she should do, asking if she understood. She nodded, breathing hard, and rocked back and forth on his cock, feeling him slide in at yet another angle, creating a completely new set of sensations.

Jake couldn't seem decide if he wanted a handful of breast or ass as he guided her according to her moans, sighs, and whimpers. His large hands slid all over her sweaty skin: outlining her ribs; the curve of her hips; her breasts; her shoulders; the length of her neck.

When his hands settled on the small of her back, stroking her skin as his cock stroked her pussy, she felt the edge calling her again. Her knees framing his hips, she braced herself with her hands flat on his chest and arched her back. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, concentrating on stroking at the right speed and depth to draw the orgasm closer.

She was almost there when he pulled her head down to his to tangle their lips and tongues again. Her firm, aching breasts were smashed between their bodies as he wrapped his arms around her, rolled her onto her back again, and then drove in deep and hard. Her body shook under his onslaught, and she screamed through the orgasm.




Snow Day



He continued to thrust into her until he let out a loud cry, and she felt a burst of warmth inside her before he stilled. They panted in unison, their bodies intertwined, covered in sweat and the smell of sex. She could hear her blood pounding in her ears, felt the ripple of his muscles under her fingertips as she tried to hold onto him.

"Thank you, Jake." She cooed when he ran his finger up her side and then teased her nipple. "For everything."

"My pleasure, Essie." He brushed his lips against hers, his tongue darting out to lick hers. "And there's lots more to come. It's snowing again."

Essie let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes, cuddling up against him as he pulled out of her, making her body twitch. She felt him pull a blanket over them, his arm wrapped protectively around her, his fingers stroking her hair. "Thank heaven's for snow days."

###

Every inch of her body ached as she stretched and yawned. But it was a good ache, especially when she reflected on why. They'd made love several more times—her on top until she came this time; him down between her thighs like the very first time; in the chair again, both ways. Afterwards, they'd curled up on the makeshift bed, necking in each others arms until they fell asleep.

That must have been a couple of hours ago at least. Although still snowing, she could see it was brighter outside the window. She rolled onto her stomach, wrapped her arms around a pillow, and inhaled.

"What is that wonderful smell?"

Jake stepped into sight, dressed only in jeans and a smile. "Lunch. But it will be awhile."

She took another deep breath—partly to calm the shivers running across her skin at seeing his bare chest. A giggle escaped, and she pulled back the covers to reveal herself to him. "Come here then."

His grin widened. "How are you feeling?"

"Rested. And sore. But it's worth the price."

"I'm sorry about that. The only thing I know to do to help just might make it worse." He grunted as he joined her on the floor, cuddling up to her. His lips were soft and tasted of tomato sauce when he kissed her.

She giggled again, licking her lips when they parted. "Mmm. I could just eat you up."

"My, my, Essie. Watch what you say. You never know what may result."

She felt the heat rush from her feet right up to her head when he pressed against her leg, confirming her suspicions about his allusion. "I-I didn't mean..."

"I know." His mouth covered hers again, holding her head back so he could deepen the kiss.

It took her a few seconds to collect her thoughts after he pulled away. The taste of him lingered on her lips, and the smell of a man who'd just taken a shower assaulted her senses. She reached for him, but he batted her hand away and propped himself up on one elbow beside her.

For the next hour, she tried to follow his train of thought as she told him more about herself, and he in turn talked about his life, his land, the weather, anything. All the while, his fingers stroked her shoulderblade, her spine, down to her lower back, up her sides, grazing her breasts, up and down her arms. The warmth of the fire only increased the heat building in her body.

Her moaning and cooing blocked out his voice when he started massaging her muscles, and soon he ceased talking. His mouth joined his fingers, kissing all over her back. She closed her eyes, relaxing into the blankets. Every spot he touched seemed to feed the desire growing within her, but she didn't have the energy to roll over and pull him to her.

He continued plying her skin until she was sleepy again. Just when she was on the edge of drifting off, he slid one arm under her stomach, lifted up, and pushed two pillows under her.

"Jake!" She tried to get up as fear quickly replaced the need to have his body wrapped around her. Only one thought filled her head now: her ultimate taboo. Just when she was beginning to trust him...

"Shh, Essie. Relax." He gently pressed her back to the floor and stroked her hips, her ass, down the outside of her thighs. His lips brushed her temple, whispering words of comfort. "I'm sorry I scared you. I'm not into anal. I promise."

Her heart beat loudly in her ears, and she struggled to breathe against the pillow. When his hand slid down between her legs and stroked her clit and pussy, she gasped, arching back against him.

"Good girl." He pressed two fingers into her and echoed her moan, kissing her again. "Just relax. Trust me."

A myriad of sensations flooded her mind. He would stroke at a different angle, at a different speed, add a finger, inside then outside, pulling moan after moan from her parted lips. He alternated between pressing his lips against hers and kissing her shoulders and back, his other hand caressing the side of her breast with his fingertips.

Usually, she longed to reach the point of release. This time, she just wanted to stay in this constant feeling of gentle pleasure. Her body writhing beneath him, pressing against the pillows, the soft blankets brushing against her legs, her arms. She was so lost in the moment that she didn't realize he had moved until she felt him behind her, his hands gripping her hips.

Her body tensed, her fingers digging into the blankets as a cry of fear raced up her throat. Before it could escape, he pushed into her pussy from behind. A choked gasp finally broke free, and her body rocked back into him on impulse. He used his knees to spread her legs wider, and then he sunk in completely. His body went still except for his hands stroking her lower back.

"You feel so good, Essie." He moaned as he withdrew inch by inch, pulling a litany of Jake, Jake, Jake from her at the prolonged pleasure. When he'd slid in at the same pace, he pressed against her, laying across her back. His hands searched and found her breasts. He kissed her shoulders, brushing her hair to the side, nuzzling the back of her neck, all the while sending shivers up and down her spine.

"No," she moaned when he sat up, missing the feel of him against her. But she sighed when he repeated the process. After the fourth or fifth time, he began a steady rhythm, stroking in and out.

She gripped the blankets, the pillow, crying out each time he smacked his hips against her ass. It was impossible to think now. His hands were everywhere all at once. She whimpered when he didn't linger long enough in certain places. He returned, blindly trying to find that special spot again, making her writhe even more in the process.

He was the first to climax, swelling inside her, thrusting until his fingers pressed into her hips and held her against him with a loud groan. Yet, he did not abandon her and continued to rock at a slower pace, caressing her body.

She didn't want him to stop. Yet, she was so close. Her panting increased, and she had to turn her head on the pillow to breathe, her hair plastered to her sweaty face. "Harder...please...ohh...harder."

"Come on, honey." His strokes sped up, although they were not aimed with recklessness.

Eyes clenched, she focused on reaching that high point, unable to answer when he whispered for her to direct him further.

He slid his hands between her and the pillows to fondle her breast with one hand and stroke her clit with the other. After only a few moments, she cried out his name. He sunk all the way in and then pulled her up against him so they were both kneeling.

She went limp in his arms as pleasure took over her body. One arm tightened around her while he gently pushed her head back against his shoulder and brushed her hair away from her face so he could nuzzle her neck. He twitched, still buried inside her. A whimper escaped, and she dug her fingers into his skin as aftershocks rolled through her.

"It's okay, Essie. Come back to me when you're ready. Just enjoy it."

It must have only been a few minutes, but it felt much longer before her heart and lungs returned to functioning as normal. His lips brushed hers, and then he laid her down, spooning behind her. He covered both of them with a blanket again and caressed her back while her shaking subsided.

"Please, whatever you do, don't stop," she managed to get out, pausing to lick her dry lips. Nothing seemed real now. If it was just a dream, she didn't want to wake up. Not ever.

There was no sound except the crackling of the fireplace. After he shifted and slipped out of her, she felt his hard body pressed against hers, his hands cupping her breasts, his face buried in her hair and neck. The numb feeling of sated desire was starting to wear off, and she moaned, longing for its return.

He chuckled, his breath tickling her skin. "You're insatiable."

###

After lunch, Jake went outside to check for ice on the power lines since the lights had flickered during their meal. He pulled on layer after layer of clothes until Essie didn't recognize him, and then he disappeared into a bright wall of snow before the door closed.

She shivered from the blast of cold air, but a warm sense of comfort came over her as she washed their dishes. It was much different from when she'd cleaned up at home in her little apartment. She paused, her hands buried under the sudsy water, remembering the mess that still littered her sink and counter. It was such a lonely concept, not caring what your place looked like since you knew no one would visit.

A tremor passed through her, and she had to close her eyes and take a deep breath. It helped to think about him holding her this afternoon, his raw, masculine scent mixing with that from the stew simmering on the stove. How they'd silently watched each other as they'd dressed and moved around the kitchen, preparing the table again.

The meal had been satisfying, a mixture of vegetables and pasta and beef in a tomato broth, accompanied by thick chunks of warm bread. The man sure knew how to cook. Another thought that made her sigh with longing.

Their conversation had been minimal. At least the verbal part. He seemed to enjoy the game of staring into her eyes until she blushed and looked away, giggling.

Only once was he the one to blush when she had played footsie and then slid her sock-covered foot up onto his chair to gently rub against him. His jaw had twitched and his eyes darkened. For a brief moment, she thought he was going to sweep the dishes off the table and take her right there. Her only objection was that she hadn't finished her bowl, and she was starving.

With the kitchen straightened up, she set about to find the essentials to make coffee, trying not to think of the life waiting for her back home. She had just sat down on the couch with a steaming mug when Jake returned in a swirl of icy wind and wet snow.

"I hope you have enough for me, too." He peeled back each layer until it lay in a heap by the door.

Her eyes followed each removal with growing desire...and a little despair knowing that this couldn't possibly last. "I made a full pot."

"Good." He shook out his hair, disappeared into the kitchen behind her, and then joined her on the couch with his own mug of coffee. "Thanks for cleaning up."

She shrugged. "It was the least I could do."

For some reason, she felt nervous, much as she had last night when she'd discovered her surroundings. Something had changed since Jake had gone outside, but she couldn't put a finger on it. As they sat quietly, sipping their coffee, staring at anything but each other, she contemplated what could have happened while they were apart.

The only thing that made sense was precisely that: they had been apart. He'd had time to think about what they'd done. Just like this morning when she'd found him pacing. He didn't seem as agitated now, but still...

"We shouldn't have any more trouble with the power unless we get more ice in this storm."

"Oh? Good."

"Thanks for cleaning the dishes."

"You already said that, but you're welcome."

"Did I? Sorry."

"It's alright."

"I better put on some more wood."

She glanced at the blazing fireplace but said nothing. Something was definitely wrong; it just wasn't her place to get involved. She'd interrupted his schedule, whatever that might have been. Sure, they were forced to share Christmas together, but when the storm passed and it was safe to travel, she'd return to her own life and he would continue with his. And whatever was bothering him would be no more.

He grabbed a couple of small sticks, broke them in half, and then tossed them into the flames. He lingered, keeping his back to her. His expression was impossible to decipher as she watched him in the mirror. After several minutes, his shoulders relaxed under his sweater, and he exhaled loudly.

It's not my place...

Pushing away the thought, she went to him and hugged him from behind. His body was cooler than she'd imagined despite the layers he'd worn outside and the heat of fire before him. He fit well into her arms, and she sighed herself, laying her forehead between his shoulderblades.

Neither said a word, but he covered her hand with his. His touch was icy against the her own heat. Sparks snapped in the fireplace as the logs shifted, and an idea popped into her head. If anything, it would be a parting gesture of thanks for his hospitality. An early Christmas gift per se.

"Jake, lay down."

He chuckled and turned to face her, the shadow of deep contemplation fading. "Been too long, huh?"

She swallowed. "Just...just lay down."

He raised his eyebrows but complied.

She made sure he was comfortable and then said, "Put your hands behind your head. Yes, just like that. Now, no touching, no matter what."

"Essie?" He started to sit up, but she pushed him back down.

"No...no touching."

"You don't have to—"

"Shh. No talking, either."

He frowned for a moment, and then he put his hands back behind his head and stared up at her.

After a big breath, she knelt down beside him and lowered her face to his. His chin tipped up, and their mouths met. The tip of her tongue slowly traced his lips, and when they parted, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Her hand caressed his jaw, her fingertips sliding up to bury in his hair as she waited for her courage to build.

Their tongues danced together, and for a moment, she wished she hadn't given him the rule to not touch. She longed for his hands to hold her face, to bury in her hair as well, to control her. But this was her decision, and she was in charge this time.

She let the kiss linger a moment longer and then slowly pulled away. His tongue snaked out and brushed against her mouth before he licked his lips. She held his gaze as she scooted down to his waist and ran her hand over his stomach. The glimmer in his eyes told her he knew what she was going to do, and he was going to let her even if he knew she was still unsure.

When her fingers found the hem of his sweater and slipped underneath, she felt his heartbeat quicken. While it may have been cool only minutes before, his skin was quickly warming up. She smiled at the thought that it was partially due to her. At least she hoped.

She had to tear her eyes away from his just so she could concentrate. Her hand lowered and flattened across his abdomen, her fingers splayed out trying to touch all of him at once. He moaned when she sat up and flung her leg over him to straddled his legs so she could use both hands. She glanced up to see that he'd closed his eyes, his lips pressed tightly together. She tried not to laugh at his strained expression. She had only just begun.

Minutes passed while she stroked him beneath his sweater, outlining his ribs, massaging his sides. She pushed up his sweater and leaned down to lick his nipple. That made him gasp. She did it again but lingered, covering the small nub with her lips and sucking gently. This time he moaned. She tried to duplicate what he had done to her own nipples, licking, sucking, nibbling, and pinching.

His body shifted slightly beneath her, and she glanced up. His eyes were open now, reflecting the fire beside them and his desire inside. Sweat dotted his chest, and she helped him remove the sweater. When he lay back down, his muscles flexed under her fingertips, under her lips.

She scooted back, dragging her flannel-covered chest against his bare skin until she was laying between his legs, her head even with his belt. He held her gaze for only a moment before she forced herself to look away. Her courage was dwindling, evident of her shaky hands as they unbuckled and unzipped him.

They both inhaled sharply when her fingers brushed against his hardness. She did it again, but slower, biting her lower lip when he seemed to grow stiffer. His continued groans expressed his impatience as she stroked down, cupping him through his jeans. When he bucked under her touch again, she sat up and eased the pants down to his ankles.

Her hand returned to stroke the prize again through his checkered boxers, relishing the different texture beneath her palm. She could feel the contours of him; feel the throbbing now that he'd been released from his confines. She could wrap her hand around his cock encased in a thin layer of flannel. Her free hand went to her own flannel-covered breasts and mimicked her right hand as it squeezed and massaged the essence of his manhood. She didn't object when he rubbed his leg against her, encouraging her.

Lost in the moment, she closed her eyes and licked her lips. Her motions became more forceful as the desire built inside, chasing away her nerves. If he hadn't cried out, she might have continued forever...or at least until she achieved orgasm—his or hers or both, it didn't matter.

"Sorry!" Her hand relaxed on him and gently rubbed away any pain she had caused. He blinked slowly, signaling that he was okay, and then he let out his breath.

Her fingers slipped into the slit of his boxers, finally touching him flesh-to-flesh. His skin was a mixture of velvet and leather, and it wrapped his cock like a sheath, moving with her hand. Wanting to draw out the torture, but as anxious as he probably was, she removed her hand and slid his boxers down over his hips.

Casting both jeans and boxers aside, she lay back between his legs. One hand circled him again while the other cupped his balls, and he groaned. His skin burned, and the hardness of him made her moan, remembering how he had stroked in and out of her so many times, bringing her so much pleasure.

While she had never done this to any man before, she'd read enough erotica to know what to do, or at least what was expected. Successfully carrying out those actions was a whole other story. But if she took it one step at a time...

She returned to stroking, changing speed and pressure—careful not to be too rough—but her arms grew tired of holding her up in the process. Shifting slightly, she found it more comfortable to lay her head on his hip, her hair falling across his thigh. Her mouth was in the perfect position to kiss the side of his cock. It jumped slightly as her lips grazed his skin, but she held it in place and tried again. It was definitely different than kissing his lips or his nipples.

Essie inhaled, smelling the muskiness of his groin, a mixture of sweat and pure manliness and desire. Her hand continued to stroke him as she kissed up the side of his cock and back down, nuzzling her nose in the juncture of his hip, nibbling gently. It was hard to distinguish just how he tasted, but it wasn't unpleasant. His moans proved that he liked what she was doing, so she was happy to oblige.

His body flexed under her, and she felt him watching her. When she stroked up again and raised her head slightly, she heard his sharp intake of breath. Slowly, she brought the tip of his cock to her lips and brushed it against her mouth. He hissed, and she did it again. The third time, she parted her lips and darted her tongue out to lick him, tasting a wet saltiness, again not unpleasant. She actually thought she heard him growl.




Snow Day



Grinning, she teased him, stroking the length of him as she kissed and licked at the head of his cock until she felt confident to take the next step. She shifted again, brushed her hair back over her shoulder—noticing how he shivered as her hair grazed his bare skin—and looked up at him just as she guided him into her mouth.

His eyes found and held hers. They darkened as she pulled back and then lowered again. The muscles in his arms strained as he resisted to touch her, but his hips arched up to her. She repeated the process, licking the tip of his cock as she pulled back. His body reacted, rising and falling with her oral ministrations.

Shivers ran up her back as she realized he did the same motions when he was making love to her. She couldn't help whimpering at the thought of him stroking in and out of her pussy just as he was doing to her mouth now. The longer she sucked, the more she relaxed, enjoying the process as well.

Their eyes met again. He made an O with his mouth and licked the perimeter, tilting his chin down to her. She paused, his cock half inside her mouth, feeling him wedged between her teeth and lips, her hand gripping the base. A position she'd never imagined herself to be in, and yet it was strangely arousing.

Jake repeated the gesture twice more before she realized he was trying to tell her something without words. She started to pull back, watching his face. He pressed his lips tight when only the head of his cock remained pressed against her tongue. She stopped, and he repeated the gesture once more. When she copied him, he gasped and his eyes rolled up as his back arched. She smiled and circled her tongue around him again.

A giggle rose up in the back of her throat as she experimented with other movements: licking the head like an ice cream cone, licking up and down his shaft, rolling his balls in one hand while she nuzzled her nose at the base of his cock. He seemed to like it best when she stroked the length of him with her mouth—or at least as much of him as she could fit inside—and sucking gently.

She most liked the position with her body nestled between his thighs, her left arm laying across his waist supporting her, her fingers brushing against his hip and side while she stroked his cock in her other hand.

Just watching the source of his manhood gripped in her feminine hand made her whimper. He looked so...strong. Her hand barely circled him, and once, when she used both hands to stroke, she measured that he was almost the length of three of her fists. A shudder ran through her as she envisioned him buried inside her again, pleasuring her as she never could have on her own. 

They had both remained silent except for their escalating sounds of desire. Essie prayed that she was doing everything right. She had just stroked down again on his cock with her mouth, squeezing the base gently, when he startled her.

"Essie, stop."

"Jake—"

"No. Please, stop."

"But I'm not—"

"It's okay, honey. It's okay."

He pulled his arms out from behind his head, shook them slightly, and then reached down and took her head between his hands. His fingers buried in her hair, and she sighed. Gently, he lifted her head and urged her to crawl up beside him.

"That was...wonderful." His eyes searched hers as he brushed his thumbs across her cheeks. He pressed his lips to hers and then held her away again. "Thank you."

She blinked and smiled. "You're welcome. I hope I did okay. I just wanted to repay— I've never—"

He chuckled, and she felt her cheeks flush. "Oh, I know. You did just fine."

"Well, then why did you stop me?"

His eyes grew dark again. Instead of answering, he turned her away onto her side and then pulled her up against him with a force that made her grunt. The arm underneath her held her in place, his hand cupping her breast through the shirt. His other hand brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her head so he could nuzzle her neck with his mouth and lips and teeth.

She gasped, arching back into him. His free hand slid over her shoulder and down her arm to where her hand rested at her hip. He covered her hand with his, intertwining their fingers, and then slid both of their hands beneath the waistband of her sweat pants. Guiding her hand, he pushed the pants down.

It was slow and a little awkward, but the process was erotic. Her breath caught, her heart raced, and the heat between her thighs magnified as both of their fingers brushed against her skin. With her pants removed, he brought her hand up to rest behind his head, the position thrusting her breasts out. Her fingers curled around his locks at the nape of his neck.

When his hand caressed her bare thigh and slid up to her hip, she moaned, pressing her face into the blankets beneath them. He continued the path upwards, stealing beneath the hem of her shirt, covering her side, her stomach, and not stopping until he cupped her left breast in his palm.

"I stopped you, Essie..." His breath was hot and raspy against her ear. He nipped at her neck as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. "Because I was ready to come, and I wanted to come inside you."

She gasped and jerked against him, pleased that she had been successful but glad to relinquish control. He was so much better at it.

The next few moments were a blur. A delightfully pleasant blur. His free hand was outside, unbuttoning her shirt, and then she was naked like he was. He replaced her hand behind his head. His fingers trailed down her bent arm, and his right hand secured her breast again while his mouth latched onto her neck. One second, his hard cock was pressed against her ass between their bodies. The next, his left hand had slid down to her knee and pulled her leg up and back over his thigh. Then he rolled her body back so that her legs spread open and she was staring up at the mirror above the fireplace.

"Jake—" The rest of her words were lost as she felt—and saw—his hand slip between them to move his cock so it lay against her pussy. He grasped her hip, shifted, and then his cock was inside her.

She couldn't tear her eyes away from the image above them, gasping as he moved. It was surreal, watching him slide in and out of her as she felt him behind her doing the same thing.

"You are so hot," he mumbled between licks and nips. His left hand stroked her hip, her stomach, and her breast. It slid down to her leg, massaging her thigh as he held her open and against him.

When he raised his eyes and met her reflection in the mirror, holding her gaze as they watched their bodies move together, her senses tripped into overload. Never had she felt so alive, so full, so cared for. Every little movement he made, none was rushed. As if he was making sure she got as much pleasure out of this as he was.

His cock filled her, stretched her. His body moved with hers in a steady rhythm. His breath caressed her burning skin. His gasps and moans echoed her own.

Just when she thought it couldn't get better, he moved his hand between her legs and pressed two fingers against her clit, rubbing in quick circular motions. She screamed and threw her head back against him. He held her tight, his strokes never ceasing as she shook.

The numbness came over her, and she surrendered.

Her mind was still hazy and her body tingling when he pulled out, rolled her onto her back, parted her knees, and plunged back into her pussy. Another orgasm rocketed through her, and she gripped at the blankets while he sped up his pace.

His mouth covered hers, silencing her cries, his fingers tilting her head back into the pillows and burying in her hair. He stroked a few more times and then stilled. His body shook, and he cried out as heat filled her.

She hooked her arms under his and around his back, holding him to her. He began stroking again, slower this time, and waves of pleasure slithered up her spine. The last thing she remembered was his mouth on her breast before exhaustion took over.

###

"Quit your job."

Essie slowly opened her eyes, staring into the flickering orange and blue flames. Jake was behind her, one arm around her waist, her head resting on his other arm. "What?"

"Quit your job." He pulled away just enough so he could roll her onto her back and look into her eyes. His fingers trailed over her skin, making her shiver. "You said you were saving money for a rainy day. So have I. Why wait for rain? Snow is good enough for me. We can do it if we pool our resources, plus I still have the farmland. This doesn't have to end for us this weekend."

"Do you know how ridiculous you sound?" She glanced away and sighed, not believing that she was actually considering his offer. Is that what he'd been contemplating since lunch? She was worried he was regretting the hiccup in his schedule when all the while he was purposefully rearranging it?

She gulped. It was too good to be true. A handsome man rescuing her only to make sweet love to her? Multiple times. And now he was asking her to change her life to be with him after less than a day in his care? These things just didn't happen. Especially to her. Any second now, she'd wake up. It just couldn't be real...

"Tell me, Essie." He brushed his fingers through her hair, a feeling she loved. Absolutely loved. He seemed real. Very real. "Tell me what's so ridiculous about two people who met by chance and find out they're perfect for each other?"

"We've know each other not even a whole twenty-four hours. And you know nothing more than how to make me scream and moan at your touch." Her breath shuddered when she tried to exhale. Why was she trying to talk herself out of this, as if her life was so great on her own?

"I know enough." He turned her chin back to him. "I'm not asking you to marry me. Just don't disappear from my life. But I'm afraid you will if you're back in Calvin and I'm here."

"Jake, I can't just up and change my life like that."

"People do it all the time when they win the lottery. And I feel that I have. Essie, I ache just to hold you, and that's when you're only a few inches or feet away. I've never had this feeling before, that pull from within that tells me I can't lose you." 

The longing in his eyes made her close her own so she could think. But images of the two of them filled her head: in his bed, on the couch, on the floor by the fire, in the chair...in the mirror. A labored sigh escaped. She squeezed his arm, and he drew her closer. Maybe fate was finally smiling down on her.

"I'll compromise. Don't quit your job, yet. Just stay here...with me. You have to drive everyday as it is. The distance will be the same. We'll be together. I still have the land to take care of to keep me busy during the day. And then the nights..."

"Jake—"

"Shh, Essie. Trust me. Please. You'd be giving me the best Christmas present ever."

His mouth on hers and his arms pulling her close again confirmed that he was right. She couldn't lie. She wanted it just as much as he did. It was the fear of admitting it that held her back, as if saying the words would puncture her dream balloon and she'd really wake up.

"What do you say?" His breath warmed her skin, igniting the sparks within her.

Her own breath caught in her throat when he slid his hand over her hip. With a sigh, she wiggled deeper into his embrace, rubbing against his renewed erection. "Yes, you can keep me."

His chuckle buried deep inside her, as did his fingers.

She gave in to the fact that she'd unwrapped the one gift she'd always wanted. That she would probably be spending a good part of her life like this. And what a blissful life it would it be. All because of a workaholic boss...and a snow storm.

~ H



Snow Day



I stood there and didn't know what to do. Here was Holly, one of my students from my public relations writing classes, standing on my doorstep as the snow fell outside. She had knocked on my door and I was a bit startled, but I was even more startled to see one of my students on the porch asking to come in.

Holly was one of my favorites, a sharp student who had that rare quality of being able to be respectful without abandoning her strong views in class discussions. Every once in a while I get a student that I get to spend some time with outside of classes, and Holly was one of those. We had a standing appointment to have coffee every two weeks to talk about the class material and whatever else she was thinking about at the time. Holly had a keen mind and thought really deeply about what she was absorbing in all her classes. I found discussions with her to be stimulating and challenging, which is exactly why people like me go into university teaching in the first place.

As luck (for me) would have it, Holly also was a beautiful girl, which gave me every incentive possible to keep our standing coffee appointments. Her green eyes had a distinct twinkle when she really got going on a topic she cared about. It was hard not to gaze at her while we talked, and I'll admit I was taken with her. She had a small frame but a great body, about 5-foot-3 with perky breasts and amazing legs to go with long brown hair. I had to consciously keep myself from gawking at her while we talked; it's not that I didn't enjoy our conversations, but her beauty was distracting and I didn't want to be the creepy professor who hung out with his students only to ogle them.

I often had groups of students over at my house for dinner as a way of getting to know them better, and Holly was a regular at my place. Thus that Holly knew where to find me wasn't a huge surprise because she knows where I live. The question was why she was here now, and why the tears? I knew from our meetups that she'd been going through some difficult times, but she was never direct about what it was. I always figured it was the typical stress that students got as they approached graduation.

"Are you okay? Come inside," I said.

Holly came in without a word and I took her jacket, then put on a kettle to make her some hot tea. The snow had just started but it was plenty cold out there already. I came in with a cup and sat down on the couch across from her.

"So do you want to tell me what's going on?" I asked after a few seconds of silence. I didn't want to push but she clearly was having trouble.

"It's Brett," Holly said. "He dumped me tonight."

Brett was her longtime boyfriend. I was furiously trying to remember how long they'd been together, but I knew it predated college. They were high school sweethearts and I had always expected they'd get married after graduating. Even without the tears, I knew this was crushing news for her.

"I'm so sorry, Holly," I said. "That's terrible news and totally unexpected. What happened?"

She steeled herself and then told the story. They had been having problems for a couple months and she knew something was wrong, but she figured it would work itself out. Apparently, though, he had decided that their lives were going in two different directions with graduation looming.

It was sort of true. Holly already had work lined up at a PR firm in New York City, whereas Brett had always wanted to return to their small hometown in Connecticut and apply his social work degree in his own community. They always seemed like a good personality match, but career-wise they were going in opposite directions and that was going to require some compromise.

"I knew this was coming," she said with a sigh. "He's right. We're just headed to different futures. I came to college to escape that small town and he loves it there. I think I'm just too ambitious for him."

"Well I suppose he could have a change of heart," I said, trying to find the silver lining. "I mean, you two wouldn't be the first couple to get back together. Sometimes people just freak out before graduation, you know?"

Holly shook her head.

"No it's worse than that," she said. "He also chose that time to tell me he'd been sleeping with Megan, one of my sorority sisters, for about a month. It was only after a month of screwing her that made him realize we weren't going to be together anymore. What an asshole."

I was stunned. I knew Brett a little from having him in my classes, but he didn't seem like that kind of kid. I found myself getting a little angry on her behalf, the parent part of my professor personality coming out. I think she caught a little bit of the anger written all over my face.

"Wow, you want to go kick his ass for me?" she asked with a chuckle.

We both started laughing at just the idea of it. Just the thought of a professor avenging one of his spurned students was pretty absurd.

"Yeah I'll just put on my superhero cape," I said sarcastically. "He teaches by day, fights boyfriend crime by night."

That got a smile out of her, one of the few times I'd seen it tonight. Holly's smile always lights up the room.

"Thanks," she said. "Thanks for listening and for making me laugh a little."

"It's not a problem," I said. "It's never a problem. Why Brett would be so crazy as to cheat on you and then dump you is beyond me. I wouldn't let you get away like that if I were him."

I paused for a second, realizing uncomfortably that I'd basically just subbed myself into Brett's place. I tried to change the subject.

"I'm curious why you came here, though," I said. "Were your friends not around?"

"Well my friends are in the sorority, and they're being careful not to take sides between Megan and I," she said. "Everyone's on eggshells there tonight, and you and I talk so freely that coming here seemed natural. I just had to get out of there and this was the only safe place I could think of where I could talk."

"Well I'm glad to help," I said. "Hopefully it won't be awkward for too long. You do have to live with these people for a few more months. Which, speaking of that, shouldn't you be getting back so that they don't worry about you?"

I just realized we'd spent about two hours talking, but it didn't seem that way.

"Yeah, I think so," she said.

With that I helped Holly get her jacket and I grabbed my keys so I could walk her down. And then after opening the door, we stopped. It was a winter wonderland outside, and in the few hours that Holly had been inside we'd gotten over a foot of snow on the ground.

"Ugh," I said. "Lake effect snow again. I didn't realize the snow was supposed to be this bad."

I called up the weather app on my smartphone and got more bad news.

"Already 14 inches and we're supposed to get another two feet overnight," I said. "I don't know if I'd want you driving in this. I suppose I can give you a ride back assuming the streets are plowed."

I walked to the end of the driveway and looked up and down the street. The plows had made one pass but hadn't done much. As I looked around, I realized visibility wasn't that great either. I wasn't feeling confident my tiny Honda could handle this.

"I don't think you should drive in this," she said finally. "Is there a way I can just camp out here until the roads are better?'

I got a little dry in the throat. One of my beautiful young students staying at my house? That should give the neighborhood gossips something to talk about. But despite how they might talk, I found myself being tempted by just the fantasy of hosting one of my beautiful students at my house. My mind briefly went a bit wild as I acted out a fantasy, but I quickly swatted it away.

I should have said no, should have just shoveled the driveway and toughed it out.

"Yeah we can figure something out," I said, betraying my commonsense instincts. "I don't have a guest room but can set up something in the living room."

I went inside and first built a fire in the fireplace. If we were going to be there a while, I might as well give it some cheer. Within 10 minutes I had a roaring fire going, and while I'd been working Holly asked if I had anything to drink.

"Yeah try the cabinet next to the table," I said.

I then laid out a few blankets and a comforter for Holly. Between that and the fire, she'd sleep just fine. By the time I'd finished Holly was back on the couch, and had poured us both a glass of red wine. I watched orange glow of the flames dance in her flickering eyes as I walked over to the couch, then sat down next to her as I picked up the glass.

Holly sank into the couch and turned toward me.

"I don't know why I like talking to you so much, but I always feel better," she said. "Tell me again about how crazy Brett was to dump me."

I swallowed hard. Damn, I was hoping we had moved on from that and she hadn't noticed my lapse in judgment.

"Well, you know, I was just saying that you're too good of a catch to let go like that," I offered, hoping that would do. Keep it bland and uninteresting, sir.

"I think you meant more than that," Holly said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You don't just say it that way unless you have reasons. I want to hear them."

I took a deep breath. No getting out of this one.

"I mean, just look at you. You're beautiful in every way. Personality, intellect, looks. You have it all. If I'd had someone like you in college I wouldn't have let you get away. I just think he's nuts."

She smiled a bit and leaned in a bit close, head coming to rest on my shoulder.

"I think he is too," she said.

I did the thing I shouldn't do. I put my arm around her and drew her in to me. I was looking for the first sign that her body would stiffen against this probably inappropriate gesture, but she just melted into me. My motives weren't entirely impure, as I did have a soft spot for one of my favorite students and I wanted to console her, but the sudden bulge in my pants was serving a big counterpoint to my altruism. I hadn't been with a woman in a while, but just the touch and the smell of her hair were getting me aroused.

I desperately wanted to cover up but didn't want to suddenly draw attention to it. Unfortunately it was too late.

"Well at least someone still likes me," she said with a giggle as she turned her gaze on the throbbing tight spot in my jeans. She already had finished her wine, not drunk at all but definitely less inhibited. I had to stop this, even as much as I wanted it. 

"Yeah, sorry about that," I lied. "It's been a long time since I've been this close to a woman and I let my mind get away from me there."

I started to pull away but she grabbed on to my shirt. She swiveled around and in what seemed like an instant she had maneuvered her way onto my lap, straddling me as we faced each other. She leaned in and kissed me with a fury. I gave in momentarily, trying to meet her kiss with equal force. Within seconds our tongues were exploring one another's mouths and we were going at it like, well, two college kids. 

"No, we can't do this," I said as I pulled away. "Your one of my students. I mean, this is great and I'd love to, but it's really inappropriate."

Holly got a glimmer in her eyes.

"It's a snow day," she said. "No classes. I'm not your student. I'm just here and want to be with a man who really appreciates me. And I know you do. I know you well enough to know how much we respect and admire each other."

"I understand that," I countered, "but you'll regret doing something impulsive like this."

She smirked a bit.

"Don't you know what the girls say about you?" she asked.

Did I want to know?

"You're the hot professor all of us talk about," she said. "Tall, handsome, and brilliant too. I'm not the only girl who's fantasized about you during class. In fact there's been a lot of talk about exactly how much you're packing underneath that crotch. It's hard not to notice that you're bigger than most."

Suddenly I was getting warm. All my cock wanted was to escape my pants, but I was still trying to be reasonable here.

"If someone found out, I'd get fired," I said.

Holly stood up and walked over to the blanket I'd laid out for her in front of the fireplace. She took off her jeans first, sliding them down her petite legs and kicking them aside. She was wearing black lace panties and there was a noticeable wet spot between her legs.

"Nobody will find out," she said. "It's a snow day."

Holly removed her sweater and then her bra. I gasped at the sight of her breasts, all perfect in their peach-sized glory. I gazed at her as she took off her panties, bending over to bring them below her ankles and then off to the side. She was completely free, completely naked here in front of me.

I stared longingly at her. I didn't have a choice.

I stood up and walked over to Holly. I met her with a kiss again, caressing her body as we joined. She got to work on my shirt first, unbuttoning it and then taking it off my shoulders. From there it was the buckle on my jeans, and soon it was just me in my boxer shorts, with my cock jutting out noticeably.

I grabbed her breasts and teased her nipples as she felt the outer fabric of my boxers, trying to get a feel for what was underneath. She looked into my eyes and I tried not to return it with a plea that showed my desperation to be free. Finally she tugged at the elastic and unbound me, and she gasped with approval at the sight of my 8-inch cock.

"You're bigger than I thought you'd be," she said as she wrapped her hands around my prick and rubbed it up and down. "So thick. Are you like this all the time?"

"Only when I'm really pent up," I said. "Or when I really want something."

"You know all my girlfriends have talked about this. I can't believe I'm the one who got to find out."

We resumed our kiss and dropped to our knees on the blanket. Soon we were tangled up with one another a few feet from the fireplace, rubbing our bodies against one another with urgency as we kissed and rolled around. I left her mouth and moved downward to her nipples, kissing and biting each one as I glorified her breasts.

Her hand, meanwhile, hadn't left my erection and she was kneading it like she was trying to see how big she could get me. I could feel myself growing. Usually foreplay is good for more girth and another half-inch or so. I felt like I was going to explode. 

I kissed my way down her stomach and to the wet spot between her legs. It was perfect, with just a tiny strip of hair and otherwise clean shaven. She looked delicious. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it, rolling it around with my tongue. She writhed and moaned with approval, having forgotten my cock for a second as she gave in to her own pleasure. I spread her legs wide and teased her all over, alternating sucking and licking and then kissing down her legs as her trembling body begged for me to return to home base. I'd return, then leave, then return, then leave. If I was going to fuck a student, I might as well make it memorable and I wasn't going to do this without getting her worked up a little.

Finally I returned to Holly's musty pussy and gave it a kiss.

"Thank youuuuuu," she said with a breathy voice.

It was all the encouragement I needed. I dove into her slit, sticking my tongue inside an seeing how far I could go. Meanwhile I used my index finger to lightly massage her clit and I could feel her folds become engorged as I tried to maximize her pleasure. In inserted my right index finger hooked upward into her pussy, making sure to give her G-spot plenty of attention on the way in and out as I face-fucked her pussy.

Holly responded by slinging her legs over my shoulders as I lay on my stomach, sucking and licking her like there was no tomorrow. She wrapped her legs loosely around my neck and squeezed the sides of my heads between her thighs. Her breathing was ragged and she was moaning as I drank from her perfect teen pussy.

Within a few minutes she began to tense up and I knew she was close. She tightened her legs around my face like a vise grip and I began to lick and suck her clit furiously.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried out. "I'm going to cum! Make me cum hard, professor!"

I picked up the pace and gave her the best mix of fast and gentle that I could muster. I felt Holly's pussy well up with fluid and her legs started to shake violently as she grabbed onto my head and forced my mouth into her crotch.

"I'm cumming!" she yelped. "And it's amaaaaaaaazing. Ohhhhhhhhh!"

I drank in everything I can, enjoying the strange sensation of smelling her musky odor while having difficulty breathing due to the clamp around my head. She shook and squirmed as her orgasm coursed through her body, and then slowly she began to loosen up as the waves of pleasure receded.

I moved up to lie beside her, kissing up her body as I went. I was admiring her like a work of art the whole way. Her slender body and pert tits were exactly the kind of body that turned me on, and to be with such a smart young woman had me excited. As I lay next to her she grabbed my dick and began to knead absentmindedly.

"You're so huge," she said.

Next thing I knew, Holly was slinking down toward my crotch and rolling me onto my back. She dove onto my cock mouth-first, and I groaned loudly at the pleasure of being inside of her. She hungrily bobbed up and down on it, using her gums and tongue with expert touch as she slid up and down my throbbing shaft.

Then she pulled off and kept stroking me with her hand as she knelt between my legs and began licking the underside of my scrotum. I was over the edge with pleasure. Her hand was cocked at the exact right angle as it reached the head of my penis, and her light brushes of the tongue were driving me wild. I felt like lightning was shooting through my body with each lick.

"Oh God, Holly, that feels so good," I said, unable to edit myself while receiving such pleasure. "This is such a wicked fantasy. I love having a gorgeous, smart girl sucking on my cock. I want to lick and suck your nipples as I'm fucking your pussy from behind."

She moaned as she heard me get vocal but didn't stop what she was doing.

"I want to fuck you in my office at school, taking you on my couch," I said while panting."

Holly pulled off my dick and began to kneel over me, positioning her self for what we both wanted so badly.

"Oh God that would be amazing," she said. "It would be so naughty to do it in your office. Maybe I can bring one of my sorority sisters along."

Before I had time to explore that little turn of events, she plunged downward on me and I entered her juicy cavern. We both groaned as it happened, she at my girth as it filled her up and me as I realized I was having sex with my gorgeous young student.

She took a bit of time to move up and down on me at first, getting her insides used to my size, but soon she was bucking up and down on me with a steady rhythm, swaying her head side to side and moaning with pleasure.

I took it all in. She was there impaling herself on my cock and I could see her body in all its glory in front of me. Her soft, perky breasts bounced as she moved up and down and her long brown hair was wrapping around her face as she moved. I reached up for her, placing each of my palms on her tits as she moved up and down so she could lean into me. I massaged her tits and occasionally pinched her nipples as she moved, and her breathing began to accelerate at the sensation.

Soon she was laying on top of me, unable to keep the strength up as she succumbed to her pleasure. She was crouching on top of me now, legs spread down around my thighs as I thrust into her with abandon.

Holly's velvety walls were so soft and so slick, but because of her size her pussy clenched on me so tight that I had to temper myself so I wouldn't cum too early. But God it felt wonderful, my dick planted inside this gorgeous young coed and her loving every minute of it. How did I get here? I wasn't the type of professor to hit on his students and yet here I was screwing one of them on my living room floor after she threw herself at me.




Snow Day



I closed my eyes and grinned as I kept thrusting, mindful of my own dumb fortune.

I rolled Holly over onto her back and pointed her legs straight into the air. Then I mounted her with downward pressure, driving into her as I held her legs aloft. A difficult position for a professor pushing 40, but I was too caught up in my own pleasure to think about how sore this all was going to make me the next morning.

The position was great for both of us, with my dick brushing her G-spot on the way in and me feeling the full vise that was her pussy.

Within a few minutes we were both panting and starting to shake as we approached orgasm.

"You're so tight, Holly," I said. "You feel so fucking good. I can't believe I'm going to cum inside your beautiful body."

I picked up my intensity, thrusting into her in double time and groaning with pleasure as our bodies slapped together.

"Oh you are so big inside of me," Holly said. "I want to feel your hot cum in me."

We were so close. I let her legs down and began to fuck her missionary style. As I hovered over her I began to kiss her passionately as I fumbled for her tits, then I moved my mouth down to her nipples and began to suck them alternately as I continued thrusting.

It was too much for both of us. She began to scream as I thrust, letting me know she was reaching orgasm. That sent me over the edge, and as she was begging me with her body I felt the pressure building in me.

The release I had was unlike any I'd had before. The shock was so strong that I could feel it splash against the back of her love canal and within seconds I was filling her up with my seed. For her part, Holly was shaking violently from her own orgasm, panting and screaming as she started and then slowly moving toward a moaning sound as she wound down.

I collapsed on top of Holly, our bodies a tangled, sweaty mess. We were both exhausted from the exertion, and I grabbed a blanket and covered us up as we lay by the fire.

"Thank you," she said quietly, breaking a silence that had been lingering for about 10 minutes. "I think I needed to feel that today after what I've been going through, and I'm glad it was someone who actually cares about me."

"I do care about you, Holly," I said as I kissed gently down her back, feeling her goosebumps rise with every bit of contact. "I never thought I'd be with a student like that, but I can't imagine it being anyone other than you. You're so smart and sexy."

She sighed with satisfaction, and maybe a bit of relief that her professor didn't suddenly see her merely as a sex object now that he'd gotten off.

As we drifted off to sleep, I found myself wishing that the snow would keep falling. Surely we could make it interesting if we got a second snow day.



Snow Day



"Jess! Jess wake up! It's snowing outside!!" I exclaimed, shaking the girl beside me as I looked out the window. The (only slightly) older girl groaned and rolled over.

"So what?" she mumbled. I gasped.

"So what? SO WHAT?! Do you realize how often it DOESN'T"T snow in Alabama??" I practically screamed as I yanked on boots and a hat, not bothering changing out of my sleep shorts and camisole. I knew I would be cold, but the ground was blanketed in the white powder, and I was simply in awe. Jess just rolled over again and sighed. Having lived in Washington most of her life, my girlfriend was used to snow. I shook my head, threw open the door, and ran outside.

I giggled and danced around in the cold, throwing my arms out and spinning as the white fluffy floated from the sky. Closing my eyes, I stuck my tongue out, trying to catch snowflakes. I heard laughter behind me, and turned to see Jess standing in the door way. 

"Why are you laughing?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips. She walked towards me and placed her hands on my hips, smiling up at me.

"You are like a little girl at Disneyland," she said. I blushed.

Jess was so beautiful. At 5 foot 3 inches, she was a good 4 shorter than me. Her boy cut blonde hair was now covered in snow, and her bright blue eyes simply sparkled. Her super large sleep shirt came down to almost her knees, which was good because I knew she didn't sleep with anything on underneath. I hugged her tightly, loving the feel of her pleasantly plump body against mine.

I felt her lay her face in the crook of my neck, her hot breath against my cold skin. Then her lips, as she slowly kissed up and down my neck. Ugh, she KNEW my neck was one of my weaknesses! Jess pulled away to look at me slowly, noticing my hard nipples through my cami. She smirked.

"Cold, baby?" she asked. I smirked back and swatted her butt before starting to head back inside because, yes, I WAS cold.

Back in my room I took off my shoes and hat before burrowing under my covers, now shivering while trying to get warm. I heard Jess walk into the room and lock the door before throwing the covers off of me. I gasped.

"Hey!" I screamed, reaching for the blanket that she held at arms length. 

"You don't need this. I'm going to warm you up!" she exclaimed before straddling me without warning. I giggled. 

"How are you planning on doing that, angel?" I asked. 

An adorably evil grin spread across her face, and she leaned down and began kissing my neck, her right hand coming up to pinch at my left nipple, making me groan. I felt her lips smile against my neck, and she began working her way up my throat, nibbling and sucking, before finally reaching my lips.

The kiss was searing, passionate, and made me crave even more. I wound my arms around her neck and pulled her closer as she ran both of her hands under my camisole, trying to lift it off of my body. I let her take it off, reaching for the edge of her t-shirt as well. She giggled and scooted back, just barely out of my reach, and at the same time taking my sleep shorts with her. I was, very suddenly, naked in front of her. 

"Oh, sweetheart, you are so beautiful," she whispered, her hands running up my thighs and spreading my legs, and her head suddenly diving down.

Her tongue found my clit, flicking it hard and fast and making me writhe. I felt one hand move down, and one finger slip into my wet folds. Without warning two fingers followed as she began to roughly fuck my pussy. I moaned and whimpered, not used to having three fingers in my tight sex. My hands came down to grip her hair, my pelvis rubbing against her tongue. I could feel myself come closer to the brink of orgasm. 

"J-jess, baby, I'm s-so close!" I whispered, my body beginning to shake. She lifted her head just enough to whisper to me.

"Cum for me."

I screamed as she sucked my clit into her mouth, forcing me into the most mind-blowing orgasm. My back arched off of the bed, my legs hooked over her knees, and I yelled and whimpered and cried out as release flooded me.

After what felt like an eternity, I floated down from my high, my chest heaving as my breath came in pants. Jess came up and snuggled to my side, chuckling to herself.

"Told you I would warm you up."