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Baby It's Cold

By: batcrazyluvr



It was the second week of January and baby it was cold outside. I had just started my second semester of my first year of University and was living away from home for the first time. My two best friends and I were sharing an apartment in the city but we were from a small town and it was a huge adjustment. Both of my roommates went home for the weekend and left me by myself. A t first I thought it was a great idea, but now on a cold Saturday night I was lonely and homesick.

All of my homework was complete so I threw a frozen pizza in the oven and opened a cold beer as I flipped through the channels on T.V. hoping to find a movie. An old chick flick came on that kept me entertained throughout my pizza and second beer but I was soon bored again. I was an eighteen year old girl alone in a city where I knew no one.

My roommate had a stack of DVDs in her room that might provide some distraction. Flipping through the pile I came across one I had never seen there before. My eyes went huge! It was a porn video, which isn't unusual, but with all girls. I had no idea she liked these kinds of videos, did I really know everything about one of my best friends? Well what the heck, I might as well watch it.

Girl on girl stuff really isn't my thing but as I'm young and outgoing, I'd probably give it a try if the opportunity presented itself. The video was ok, all about college students in a dorm. Again, not my thing but, enough to get my pussy damp and tingly. I found myself with my hand in my pants rubbing myself through my skimpy panties. It was starting to feel really good and as I sipped another beer my hand went under the edge of my panties and rubbed lightly across my clit. 

Oh that felt so good...I rubbed a little harder and faster then moved a couple fingers inside my pussy. In and out fast as I could and then over my clit flicking it and pulling it...oh yes!! Almost there...Ring, ring, noooo, why is someone calling now??? I let it ring through to voice mail but my orgasm was ruined.

After I lay there for a few minutes on the couch drinking the rest of my beer I decided maybe I could try again but this time with the assistance of my toys. Taking the last sip, I headed upstairs to my bedroom where I turned on the lamp and stripped out of my clothes. I carefully took my vibrator out of the drawer and turned on some music so the neighbors couldn't hear me through the paper thin walls. On the bed I started again, determined to get the job done and get some sleep.

I slightly parted my legs and rubbed along my lips and across my clit with my fingers. My clit was already very sensitive from before and I didn't think it would take too long. Turning on my vibrator I slowly moved it in circles along my pussy and clit. Oh yeah, that felt great! Turning up the speed, I placed it against my clit harder and jumped!! Oh yes, this was going to be good! Parting my lips with one hand I gently inserted the vibrator in my pussy and...nothing!

It quit! Oh no, dead batteries! I knew we didn't have any in the house because we had just stolen the ones from the clock for the remote last week and those died a couple days ago!! Damn it!

Flipping off my music I lay there naked and frustrated with my legs slightly parted and a useless vibrator beside me! This weekend sucked! I could hear my neighbors shouting and yelling through the wall with the sound of gunshots and explosions coming from the T.V. next door.

My nerdy College neighbors were having a video game night again, but at least they weren't alone, lonely and frustrated. Wait a minute! I bet they have batteries! 

The two slightly geeky guys next door barely come out of their apartment and I have not gotten to know any of them except Sam who came by one evening to borrow coins for the laundry. They were both a little older than me by a year or two. The one I hadn't met is quite tall and dark haired with a slight build. Sam was average in height with reddish brown hair and kind green eyes. Not hot college guys but average and a bit shy I'd say. 

My feet hit the floor and I threw a robe on and ran down the stairs. Once out the door and standing in front of their apartment door ready to knock, I realized I still had the vibrator in my hands. Oh well, no wasting time. I shoved it in the robe's pocket and knocked on the door. No one came. Remembering they were upstairs playing a game I knocked really loud.

I heard feet clomping down the stairs and the door opened slightly. It wasn't Sam at the door but his roommate. He towered over me at 6 feet to my 5'2" and his brown eyes lit up when he saw me there in my robe. His dark hair was kind of sticking up on one side and suddenly conscious of a girl at his door he tried to smooth it out with his hands. "Hi I'm Lindy, your neighbor. I was wondering if I could possibly borrow a couple AA batteries. Sorry to bother you so late, but it's too cold to run to the store. I'll replace them tomorrow."

Holding the door open, he gestured for me to come in. "Sure, no prob, I'll just have to dig around for some. Come in while I look. I'm Mark by the way." He turned away but not before he looked up and down at me, obviously curious. As it turns out, my neighbor isn't really as geeky as I once thought, or perhaps it was the beer talking. Maybe it doesn't have to be a cold lonely night in January. We could probably make this a lot more exciting!

Getting the idea in my head, I loosened my robe a little and followed him around the corner into the kitchen. His back was to me as he rummaged through a drawer. "Did you find any?" I asked.

"No, my roommate might have some upstairs." He replied and turned around to face me. My robe fell across my shoulder and the top curve of my full breast was just visible. He stopped dead. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the vibrator and held it up for him to see.

"My vibrator died tonight and I'm just so horny I'll never get to sleep tonight without a good orgasm." His eyes went huge and his mouth dropped open slightly and he leaned back against the cupboard as if to put space between us

"I'll go find you some," he said and moved to go past me and up the stairs. Lightly grabbing his arm on the way by I stopped him.

"Unless you think you can help me?" I looked him in the eye and gave him the best come fuck me look I could manage at 18 years old.

His eyes turned dark and lustful, almost ravenous and he wasted no time. His reached around me with his arm and tugged on my hair so my face tipped up and he smashed his mouth against mine hungrily. Mark's body pushed against mine and backed me against the wall as he plundered my mouth. He was really good at this and my pussy was tingling inside and getting moist. 

Warm hands moved to my robe and pushed it off my shoulders and to the ground and then covered my breasts. He rolled my nipples while kissing me deeply and moving against me. My hands wandered down his back and to the bulge in his pants where I could feel a nice sized, rock hard dick straining against his jeans. Rubbing him through the denim, he let out a moan and said, "Oh my God, I must be dreaming. How is this happening to me?"

I replied, "Oh it's happening!" and reached up and pulled the hem of his shirt over his head and off. Mark reached down and rubbed my mound with one hand while still kissing me and kneading one breast so I took the opportunity to undo his jeans. The head of his cock was poking out his briefs and oozing precum which I dipped my finger in and spread around the tip. His breath hitched and he jerked a little. "Do you have condoms?" I asked. Marked nodded and pushed me towards the couch in the living room.

Just then Sam calls out, "Mark, what's taking so long?" 

Mark looks at me and yells back "Go ahead without me Sam. Something came up." Then to me he asks "can we go to your place?" I had almost forgotten Sam was even there but the thought of him close by while Mark and I were making out made me wetter and hotter.

"We could, or we can stay here..." I pulled his jeans and underwear down off his hips and as I slid them down his legs I followed them down to the ground and onto my knees in front of him. I grasped his hard cock and slowly licked from his tight balls all the way up the shaft and licked the precum off that big head. Mark grasped me on either side of my head and pulled me closer and forced his cock into my open mouth, not waiting for me to move at my own pace. He thrust a couple times deep into my throat and I took it all. 

Mark was so into the blowjob he didn't hear footsteps on the stairs...but I did. I grabbed the base of his cock and stopped his thrusts so I could set my own rhythm. I had given blow jobs before and thought I was pretty good at it. I licked all the way around the head before taking it in my mouth again.

Peeking around Mark, I could see Sam standing at the base of the stairs with his mouth hanging open. Giving him a show I worked Mark's cock in and out of my mouth while massaging his balls from underneath. Sam's dick was straining from his sweatpants.

Pulling Mark's cock from my mouth I looked up at him and whispered "is it ok if your friend joins us?" Mark whipped his head around to find Sam wide eyed, hard as a rock and rubbing himself through his pants. "Look what I found, Sam and she wants you too!" Sam looked at me with a pleading look and I nodded to him. 

Sam came forward and grabbing me by the elbows gently lifted me off my knees and pulled me to him. His mouth came to mine, hard, searching, and his tongue explored my hot mouth and tasted Mark's pre cum on my tongue. I moaned into Sam's mouth and ran my hands through his thick hair, pulling him closer. His body was hard against mine and I could feel the strain of his giant cock through his pants and he rubbed it against my hip bones.

His hands moved to my naked breasts and he rolled my nipples between his thumb and fingers and pulled gently. I could feel a tingle in my pussy and a trickle run out and down my thighs. Mark moved up behind me, kissing my neck and grabbing my as cheeks, kneading and pulling them apart. I could feel his body against me and realized he was now naked. 

Mark pulled me around to him away from Sam and kissed me hard. He gently pushed me down onto the couch behind me. "I'm going to taste you." He grabbed my legs under my knees and forced them up high over his shoulders, opening me up to him. He spread my lips open and rubbed my mound without touching me where I wanted him to.

Bringing his mouth down, he licked all around avoiding my clit the whole time. I lifted my hips and moaned. "Please?" I begged. He finally dove in and tantalized my clit with his tongue, flicking it and licking and nibbling all around. "Oh My God!" I yelled. It felt so good I was almost ready to cum right then.

Mark pulled back a bit and I looked over to see Sam standing near my head with his clothes off and his hard cock in his hands. It was HUGE! He moved in closer and I wrapped my hand around it and stroked up and down. Dipping my finger into the bead of pre cum on the tip, I spread it around the head of this monster. Sam hissed and jumped a bit. I sat up a bit and Sam stuffed the couch pillows behind me as I glided that huge head into my mouth. 

Mark resumed his assault on my pussy and clit and worked a couple of fingers deep into me while I licked the head of Sam's cock, moving my tongue all around the head and up and down the shaft. Sam held my head in his hands while I put the tip in and slowly moved further up and down the shaft, trying to work more of this generous cock into my mouth. Just as I managed to swallow most of Sam's cock down my throat I felt my pussy tighten and twitch and grip Mark's fingers as I came hard around them. 

Sam continued to gently move his cock in my mouth and my orgasm slowly ebbed. I felt Mark sit back and he removed his fingers and just gently massaged my clit slowly and carefully.

Feeling sated, I focused my attention on Sam's cock in my mouth. Grabbing it at the base, I sucked it and licked it, pulling it out and running my tongue all around the tip. His head thrown back and moaning, I could feel him swell more in my mouth. 

I could feel Mark move between my legs again and as I was deep throating his friend, he spread my lips wide with his fingers and rubbed his cock up and down my pussy and on my clit causing me to flinch. He pushed the tip in and then pulled out causing me to moan around Sam's dick in my mouth. Mark put the tip in again and just held still for a moment then rammed the whole thing in hard causing Sam's cock to ram hard to the back of my throat. 

Soon I was being pumped hard in my pussy and deep throating Sam as far as I could. They both quickened their pace to match each other and I could hardly stand it. It felt amazing. Sam stopped pumping in my mouth and held the shaft firm while his cum spurted out and down my throat. Mark rammed hard into me, my pussy trembling around his cock as his cock pulsed his cum deep inside me. I swallowed all of Sam's cum and licked his cock clean.

Sam stepped back and Mark pulled out of me as he reached for a Kleenex and wiped his cum dripping from my pussy. "Sorry about that, Lindy. I um, hope you are on something?"

"Yeah I am, Mark." I look over to see Sam sporting his huge erection again and stroking it slowly. He moves closer and takes my hand pulled me off the couch. He spins us around and seats himself on couch and holds his cock out. He turns me again so I am facing Mark and away from him guides me back to the couch.

"My turn," Says Sam. He guides me down to his waiting cock and spreading my lips, rubs the head against my lips. It's so big I don't think it will fit in my young pussy. He moves it to the opening and pulls me down a bit onto the head. It stretches my opening and it is so full of him. He doesn't move or pull me down any further, he waits while adjust to the fullness of him in me. My pussy starts to relax and I move my hips down a little further and then pull up again.

Repeating this I slowly move down, taking more and more of Sam into me. Wanting all of it I push down hard and feel him fill me fully. My ass is against his stomach and I can't believe it's all in me. I lean back against him and lift my legs off the floor onto his things. He puts his hands under my ass and lifts me up and down his cock as I move my hips in rhythm.

It feels so amazing to be filled. My head thrown back, I ride his cock moaning and screaming as he slams my ass down again and again on his hard cock. My eyes closed tightly and I rode him into ecstasy screaming as the orgasm tears through my pussy and body trembles all over. Sam continues to bury himself in me as my orgasm subsides.

I feel something warm down between my thighs and I open my eyes to see Mark kneeling in front of me with his face near my pussy. He moves my lips apart and rubs my clit with his finger as Sam is pounding his cock into me. He comes closer and puts his whole mouth over my clit and slowly sucks. The intensity of being filled and sucked is so incredible my eyes roll back as I cum hard around Sam's cock and he buries himself in me hard and his cock shoots load after load of cum into me. 

Mark sits back on the floor and I collapse onto Sam behind me totally spent and satisfied. For a long, time we don't move or say anything. I finally slowly pull myself up and off of Sam. Neither of them makes a move as I stand and stretch and reach for my robe. My pussy is drenched and sore as I wrap myself in my robe. 

Tying the belt I move to the couch first and lean down and take Sam's face between my hands and kiss him gently and then I move to where Mark in sitting on the floor and do the same to him. "Thanks guys, this is a night I will never forget." They both look like they are in shock of what happened and don't reply as I make my way to the door and out of their apartment. I let myself into my apartment and close the door leaning against it for support as my legs are shaking.

A grin spreads across my face as I realize what I have discovered about my nerdy neighbors. Now to decide if I let my roommates in on my new found knowledge or do I keep them for myself?

Baby, It's Cold Out There



"Baby, you know I'd give anything to be home right now ... you know that. I can't help that my plane is grounded. This snow is ridiculous." 

"I know, I know." Aidan sighed, running a hand over the front of his face, as if that would relieve his frustration. "It's just ... this is our first Christmas together. I was hoping to spend it all cuddled up in front of the fireplace or something." He could just imagine his wife's face at the moment: a mixture of frustration, exasperation, and guilt. He knew it wasn't her fault, but he could blame her job in a round-a-bout sort of way. "Layla, I'm sorry. I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied. "Let me go for now, I'm going to go check the weather reports and see if I can't get someone to tell me what my prospects are. ... maybe there's a bus or something?"

"You'd take a bus from Michigan to New York?"

"If I have to, yes." Aidan heard her sigh. "Don't sound so surprised, I'm not that high maintenance."

Aidan chuckled. "If you insist, my love."

"I'm sticking my tongue out at you," Layla said.

"I'll return the favor. But I'll let you go. Call me when you hear something, okay?"

"Okay," she replied, voice sobering to a more somber tone. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

"Okay, 'bye."

"'Bye."

Aidan stared at the black cordless phone in his hand for a moment before hitting the 'off' button. He took a look around their decorated living room and sighed, sliding easily onto the couch in a haphazard sort of lying position. The Christmas tree was still a bold, emerald green, with its colorful lights glancing off of the shiny silver bulbs his mother had bought them. Aidan had spent an hour trying to light a fire in the fireplace, having gone through at least a newspaper and a half. The coffee table was laden with small place settings and he mentally ticked off the items chilling in the fridge: spaghetti and sauce (the first meal he'd ever cooked for her) waiting to be reheated, as well as a bottle of Layla's favorite wine, and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries that he wanted to share with her later. All of this he had set up, prepared, and worked so hard to keep a secret for when his wife returned home from her business trip. Instead, it looked as though he were going to be facing his first married Christmas Eve alone — well, possibly with some chocolate covered strawberries.

Aidan hated her boss for this; there had always been some tension there, as Layla's boss was a man's man who loved having control over his employees — especially his females. While they were dating, Aidan had witnessed him making out with several of the company's secretaries in various nooks and crannies of the party hall where their company often hosted events. Layla did not disbelieve him when he'd mentioned these stories, concerned for her well-being at the office, but she assured him that he knew better than to harass her and that Aidan had nothing to worry about. Now he was sure her boss had planned this last minute business trip, so close to Christmas, with spite and revenge in mind for Aidan's ill feelings, which he had never bothered to hide.

"If that's what I get for loving my wife ..." he said absently, to the empty room at large.

Before his mind could go any further, the phone in his hand began to ring. Aidan checked the Caller ID before hitting the 'talk' button. "Hey, man, what's up?" he asked, recognizing the number of his brother and best friend, Josh.

"Nothing much," he replied quickly, "listen, Ma was wondering if you two had reconsidered coming over to spend Christmas Eve here. She's being a bit ... persistent, actually."

"I'll bet," Aidan replied, wry grin forming on his face. "What's she having?"

"The usual," Josh replied, "baked ziti and a bunch of appetizers. You'll never hear the end of it if you don't come for at least an hour. I mean, I know you had other plans ..."

"Yeah, well, my other plans have been snowed in," Aidan said. "Layla hasn't even left Michigan yet because there's too much snow on the ground."

"Damn, Aidan, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well ..." Aidan paused for a moment, considering. "I guess I could come over for a little while. It's better than sitting around here the whole night by myself."

"Great, I'm sure she'll be glad to hear it ... gives her someone else to pick on besides me."

Aidan laughed. "Great." He swung his legs over the side of the couch, preparing to stand up. "All right, see you in a bit."

"'Bye, man. Oh — and be careful, it's freezing outside. Some of the roads are questionable from this afternoon's rain."

"Thanks. 'Bye."

Aidan took one last look around his empty and wifeless living room. As he put on a coat and looked around for his keys, Aidan reflected on the past week and a half without Layla. The house had been empty when he'd returned home from work, the lights off the way that he left them. There was no warmth, no hot meals when he'd walk through the door, no kiss and a "Try this," from his wife followed by a hot spoonful of whatever delicious concoction she'd thought of making that night. Layla was a magnificent cook, and loved trying new combinations of things. Her creativity was not restricted to the kitchen, though, and Aidan's body physically ached at the fact that he hadn't shared his bed with Layla in too long a time.

He tried to push thoughts of her smooth, warm skin from his mind, or the way that she gasped for breath when his tongue found that special spot on the inside curve of her hip or the way she rode him, with a twist and roll of her body that sent her breasts bouncing and his cock and mind reeling. His pants began to feel tight.

Aidan pushed himself out the front door quickly, inhaling the deep, cold air of the early evening and watched the neighbor's children working on the last lingering remains of a fort from the other day's snow as he walked to his car. Setting off towards his mother's house, he couldn't help but think, "This is going to be a long night."

Layla's mother always had a way of complimenting you in a way that made what she said seem like an insult. Mrs. Moriatto was an older Italian woman that, while gifted in the kitchen, was not necessarily gifted in interpersonal relations. Josh was there to greet him as he pulled up, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Mrs. Moriatto hated smoking — her husband had died a couple of years ago from lung cancer — and refused to stand for it in her home.

"Finally," Josh said as Aidan walked up to the door. "Someone else to pick on. Layla just got off the phone with her and now she's pissed that her baby girl isn't going to be home for the holidays." Taking one last, long drag of his dying cigarette, Josh let it fall from his fingers to the ground, stamping it out with the toe of his shoe. He opened the door, letting Aidan walk in first.

"Aidan!" Mrs. Moriatto called in her old Italian-woman voice. "I'm glad you are here — take your shoes off you're dragging mud on the carpet."

"Hi, Ma," Aidan said, indulging her as she went on tip-toe to kiss his cheek. He slid off his shoes and looked around to meet the other bemused faces gathered in the dining room off to the side of the living room.

"Just in time to eat," she said starting to walk back to the kitchen. "Always just in time to eat."

"That's me," he muttered, walking toward the dining room and taking a seat next to Layla's older sister, Gina. She made a face.

"Sorry to hear about Layla," she said. "I'd invite you to spend the night at our place, but unless you want to be woken up at 4:30 in the morning ..."

"That's all right," Aidan replied, laughing at Gina and her husband, Joe. Joe winked at him.

"Joey'll be up probably before that," he said to his wife.

"Okay, okay," came Mrs. Moriatto's voice. She entered the dining room carrying a huge casserole dish of bubbling cheese, sauce, and pasta. "Eat up, everyone. Mangia, mangia!" She placed the spatula in the casserole and let those closest to her start serving. "Giuseppe get your elbows off the table, eh?" Joe immediately complied, smirking as Gina leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"He'll learn eventually, Ma," she said.

*

It was definitely a long night. Aidan looked at the glowing green clock of his car as he began to pull away. He'd only been at the Moriatto's house for two hours, but it had felt like an eternity. All he was looking forward to now was a hot shower and possibly some senseless TV. He checked his cell phone again for about the twenty-fifth time since he left his home only to note that there were no missed calls. Layla was clearly taking her time trying to find someone to tell her what the likelihood of ever leaving Michigan was.

Aidan fiddled with the temperamental door handle of their house and pushed his way inside. The first thing he noticed was the warmth — the fireplace was still going. He had thought that it would have died by the time he returned home. The next thing he noticed was the beautiful gift waiting for him beneath the Christmas tree.

"Brrr — come in, baby, it's cold out there."

Aidan quickly shut the door, half-stunned. His wife was lying just in front of the Christmas tree in the most delicious looking lingerie. It was Christmas red and lacy, tied in the front of her chest with green ribbon. He watched as she slowly stood up, and noticed the lacy red G-string that went along with it, all the way down to the stockings that disappeared into mid-calve red boots, outfitted in white fir at the top. As if that weren't enough, she had a fluffy red Santa hat on her head. She pushed the ball out from her face as she leaned in to kiss him.

"Mm," she murmured. "Here, baby, try this."

Before he could respond, Aidan found one of the chocolate covered strawberries being pushed gently against his lips. His eyes never left her soft, tanned face or doe-like brown eyes as his mouth parted and he took a bite; the tartness of the juice woke his mouth up and was soothed away quickly by the creamy milk chocolate. He watched as she nibbled the rest of the chocolate and fruit away before walking back over to place it on the coffee table. She watched him slowly as one solitary finger brushed away a lingering piece of chocolate from the corner of her mouth.

"Well," Layla began, "are you going to just stand there or do you want to unwrap your present?"

The keys he didn't even realize he was still holding dropped to the floor with a clatter of metal-on-metal-on-carpet. Aidan quickly unbuttoned his coat and let it fall to the floor behind him as he crossed the living room in three strides. His hands found the lace covering her hips and he gently pulled her forward, feeling the warmth of her body through the cold of his clothing. She shivered.

Aidan's mouth immediately went to hers. He kissed her fiercely, with the pent up frustration of twelve days without kisses. Her mouth opened to him almost immediately and her arms went to his waist and slowly up the back of his shirt. Layla pulled herself closer to him, body on fire, in spite of the chill to his skin, wanting nothing more than to melt into him.

Aidan broke for breath and let his lips dance down her neck, flickering his tongue at the corner of muscle and bone. She gasped.

"Oh, God, Aidan ... I missed you."

"I missed you, too, sweetheart." Aidan kissed her hair, inhaling the light floral scent that was so familiar it sent a sensual pang right to his core. "I just had to endure two hours at your mother's house listening to her talk about how awful airports were these days."

"Aww ... poor baby," she cooed, finding the sensitive spot on his neck and suckling it 'til he gasped with pleasure. Aidan cast his eyes downward, enjoying the feel of her lips and tongue and her body's general proximity. His eyes caught sight of the plate of strawberries on the coffee table.

"I do recall having more strawberries before I left, though," he murmured into her ear, nipping gently at the lobe before pulling slightly away. Layla had the graces to look sheepish; she blushed down to the tops of her breasts and smiled slightly looking up at him through her thick, dark eyelashes.

"I may have eaten a few while waiting for you."

Aidan laughed and bent to kiss her again, searing her lips with his down fiery kiss. He no longer had intentions for pleasantries — well, of the verbal kind anyway.

Layla's hands continued to caress his bare back beneath his grey sweater. Quickly, she pulled it up and broke their kiss to tug it over his head. It fell with no sound to the floor. Layla's hands found his chest, warm now, and her fingers twirled and stroked the sparse amount of coarse hair between his nipples.

Aidan reveled in the feel of her heat being pressed against him through the lace; he pulled her closely to him again. He could feel her nipples hardening and caressing him through the cloth. He could also feel the strain of his hardening cock pressing almost painfully against his jeans. As if she'd read his mind, Layla ground her hips up against his hard bulge and he gasped sharply, sucking air through his teeth at the exquisite feel of it. Layla moved her lips to his neck and chest as she slowly undid his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans. Once loose, her hands pulled them down, fingers caressing the his bare thighs before working their way up to his ass. His cock stood at attention before her and Layla licked her lips eagerly.

"That's a sight for sore eyes," she said quietly, crouching down to pull his pants and boxers down all the way. Aidan moaned as he slipped off his shoes and stepped out of his clothes, feeling her warm breath near his hardness. The tip of his cock head was gleaming with droplets of pre-cum. Layla's lush, warm tongue flitted out of her mouth to lap it up. Aidan sucked a breath quickly through his teeth. Then her lips found his cock head and she slowly sucked in his thickening seven inches. Her tongue twirled along the sensitive underside of his head. Aidan's knees buckled. He brushed his fingers through her soft hair, knocking the hat back to the floor. Layla "mm"-ed as his fingers stroked her hair, anchoring himself to her as though he'd fall over. The sweet vibrations of her mouth were pushing him to the edge.

"Oh, God, baby." Her head was bobbing up and down now, the heat of her mouth stroking his entire length. She sucked him with expert movements, teasing him at first then bobbing more quickly. "Yesss, baby ... oh, fuck. You're gonna' make me cum ..."

Aidan could barely breathe as one of her hands slid slowly up his leg to cup and caress his balls. Layla tugged gently and was rewarded by a gasping groan. "Layla," Aidan whispered desperately, pleading, as his fingers gripped her hair, helping to guide her head forward and back as his hips slowly bucked into her mouth. Layla's mouth continued to engulf his hard cock and she soon brought her other hand up. It wrapped around the base of his shaft in a fist and as her mouth traveled back to the head her fist began to pump his hardness.

"Ohhh, fuck, Layla ... that's it ... oh, God, I'm gonna' cum!"

Layla increased her speed and squeezed and twisted her hand around his shaft. She felt his cock harden suddenly and was rewarded by a hot spurt of salty cum. Aidan's knees weakened and he struggled to remain standing as Layla continued to pump him dry, delicious mouth sucking down the next spurt then the next. She swallowed all of it and slowed down as his shaft softened in her hand and mouth.

When she was finished, Layla looked up at him from her knees, licking her lips, an innocent smile in her eyes. Aidan fell to his knees and kissed her hard, tasting his lingering essence on her tongue. His mouth found her neck, then her ear as he whispered, "That was amazing."

"Good," she murmured, the hint of a giggle in her voice. He pulled away to kiss her on the mouth again, then simply looked at her, flush-face and swollen lips. His fingers found the green ribbon that held her lacy baby doll shut and gave it a quick tug. Aidan pushed the material off her tan and toned shoulders and off her body onto the plush, carpeted floor. His fingers trailed, feather-light, along the lush curves of her hips and he brought them slowly up to her breasts. Layla shivered.

Aidan took one lovely, taut nipple into his mouth, closing his green eyes as he relished in the feel of the warm flesh between his lips. Aidan gently squeezed her supple body to him as he suckled gently on each breast in turn.

"Oh, Aidan," Layla whimpered.

"Lay down," he whispered, green eyes ablaze with lust, love, and firelight. Layla lay down on her back as Aidan fumbled with the panties and stockings. Slowly, teasingly, he slipped them off over her toned legs, throwing them atop her boots. Aidan's hands trailed along her inner thighs, pausing as he kissed a spot here and there. Layla lay there before him, nearly under the Christmas tree, quivering and breathless. One of her hands trailed up her stomach to toy with her nipple.

"Oh, Aidan," she sighed, "please."

He parted her lips looking at her moist pussy, pink lips swollen with desire. His tongue darted out to taste the juices on her clit. Layla bucked. Aidan smiled, using the hard point of his tongue to trace her dripping folds.

"Mm," he murmured, "you taste so sweet." His tongue rolled over her clit as one finger slowly caressed and parted her folds of her pussy 'til it found her sweet hole. Aidan slid it slowly inside of her, feeling the lingering tightness of a week's worth of pent up frustration.

Layla moaned. "Oh, Aidan, please ..."

He slipped in a second finger and started up an easy rhythm, fucking her with his fingers and massaging her clit with his tongue. "Oh, yes, baby ... oh yeah ... oh yeah ..." Layla whimpered. Her hips bucked with each thrust of his fingers causing him to brush her g-spot which slowly began building her climax.

Layla mewed and moaned, loving the feel of Aidan's mouth and fingers on her. But she had missed him terribly and wanted more. Layla spread her legs wide and brought one foot up to caress his thigh. She found his cock and was pleasantly surprised to find it hard again.

"Aidan, please fuck me ... please. I've missed you so much ... oh God, fuck me!" Aidan's fingers were driving her wild, however she adjusted when he removed them. Aidan didn't need to be told twice, watching the juices drip from his wife's pussy he couldn't wait to get himself inside of her. Aidan pulled her by her legs closer to him, her plush, round ass landing at his knees. He threw her legs up quickly, teasing her with his tongue across her clit before letting them fall down around him. Aidan positioned his throbbing cock, dripping over again with pearls of pre-cum, at Layla's waiting entrance. He pushed forward slowly, feeling the walls of Layla's pussy tighten and adjust around his head. Aidan groaned as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. Layla gave a shout of pleasure as he brushed up against her spot, finally in. Aidan pumped himself in and out a couple of times, watching his thick cock being slowly engulfed by Layla's tight, hot pussy.

Aidan then fell forward over her, kissing her fervently on the lips. She "mm"-ed into his mouth as he slowly began to fuck her, sliding his cock in and out of her. Layla's hands raked themselves up his back and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. Layla's mouth and teeth found his neck as he pushed harder, faster.

"Oh, yesss ... baby, you feel so good," Layla whimpered. She raised her hips to meet his thrusts, feeling his thickness stretch her out and massage every inch of her pussy walls.

"I love you, baby," Aidan whispered into her neck, breathless, trying to push himself deeper inside of her.




Baby, It's Cold Out There



"I love you, too," she said. "Oh, God, yes, baby. Ooh, baby, fuck me harder. Oh, Aidan, please ..."

Aidan could feel his orgasm coming, building slowly. He looked down at Layla's face and saw that she was nearing climax as well. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed, her breasts bouncing up against his chest as they both tried to fuck harder, to pull him deeper. Layla's mouth parted slightly as she moaned, nipping and kissing at his neck. "Oh, yes, baby ... I'm gonna' cum ... oh yes, Aidain ... fuck me ... Aidan!"

Layla met his next few thrusts hard, feeling him brush her g-spot over and over. Layla threw her head back as she came with a cry. Her back arched into him as her muscles turned to jelly and she momentarily lost her ability to do anything but feel the waves of absolute pleasure tingling and traveling all over her body from her pussy. It was like she had exploded. Her walls clenched tightly around Aidan's cock, teasing him forward toward completion. Layla's tightness and cries sent him over the edge and Aidan, too, cried out as he pumped Layla's pussy full of another load of cum, spurt after spurt after hot, creamy spurt.

Layla moaned every time his softening cocked brushed the insides of her pussy. Aidan all but collapsed on top of his wife, leaning to kiss her with mind, heart, body, and soul. Layla's hands stroked their way through his hair, now damp with sweat, as his head came to lay on her chest.

"I love you," Layla murmured, "Merry Christmas, baby."

"Merry Christmas," he replied softly, drifting off slowly into a sated doze with the best Christmas present he'd ever received, in front of the still-glowing fireplace. 



Baby It's Cold Outside



Victoria was starting to regret her choice of being a professional wrestler.

She has just gotten the big call up to join to main roster, and has had the unfortunate luck of being caught in the middle of a heavy ice storm. Being from the West Coast, Victoria didn't know the first thing about driving in any sort of winter weather, but she has upgraded her rental vehicle to a trunk with four-wheel drive. As she comes out the hotel to make her way to the arena, she sees the weather has gotten worst. She quickly carries her luggage to her rental truck, and then heads back inside of the hotel to adjust her coat to better protect herself against the cold and to check out of her room. As she's at the counter, William Regal and Hunter Hearst- Helmsley step off an elevator, carrying their own luggage.

"Hey rookie... you all right?" Hunter asks as he pulls on his gloves.

Victoria turns and nods, "Yeah... I'm fine... just... getting ready to head out there..."

"Do you need a ride to the arena?" Regal asks as Hunter turns in the room key.

Victoria shakes her head, "No, I'll be all right... its just a little bad weather."

Hunter smiles, "All right rookie... we'll see you at the arena... be careful out there..."

"Thanks guys..." Victoria smiles. Regal and Hunter leave the hotel and step out into the storm. Victoria sighs and adjusts her coat. She walks out of the hotel and the freezing air hits her hard. Her eyes begin to water when the wind hits her face. As she walks to the parking lot, she sees Molly Holly pacing back and forth. "Hey Molly... something wrong?" Victoria asks as her teeth chatters a bit

Molly sighs and looks at her, "Yeah... my rental car broke down... piece of junk had no anti-freeze and... well let's just say they are refunding me... and now I'm waiting for a cab..."

"Oh that sucks... hey... I got... a truck... do you want to ride with me?" Victoria asks.

Molly looks at her with a raised eyebrow, "A truck? Honey do you even know had to drive one?"

Victoria laughs a bit, "No... not really... it's got four-wheel drive... and... I thought it would be the best thing to use in this weather..."

"Well, that's kinda smart thinking... good thing I'm from where this weather is just flurries..." Molly smiles as she bends down to pick up her suitcase and over-the-shoulder bag. "I'll handle the driving..."

"Okay," Victoria smiles and the two divas head to her truck.

* * *

The drive to the arena takes them much longer than it would normally, and because they arrived late, they had to put on their make up and change into their ring gear in the back of the truck. Molly and Victoria ran into the arena, signed in and then sprinted to the ring to have their match. Luckily for both of them, there were able to put on a solid match due to their comfort level with being in a match with each other Once their match was over, Victoria and Molly were told to leave as soon as possible because of the storm, and both divas took that advice.

Once they were back outside, both saw that the storm showed no sign of stopping. The two of them run carefully in their ring gear to the truck and then head out onto the highway. As they travel along, they see the effect the storm is having as power lines snap and trees fall over. Victoria is in awe of what for her is a surreal event. Molly notices, but doesn't say anything for she's more focus on keeping her eyes on the road. After getting detoured by local police, Victoria and Molly come across a cheap roadside motel and a shopping center. Assuming the power is out at the hotel, they head to the shopping center to grab food, candles and other necessary replies, then head over to the hotel to get their selves a room.

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A short time after getting settled into the dark hotel room, Molly and Victoria lit candles and set up a battery-powered lamp. Both women are in bathroom washing off the make-up from their faces. Molly dries her face with a towel and laughs a bit.

"Boy are you lucky..."

Victoria laughs, "Yes I know... I hate to take a line from Matt Hardy... but it was a lucky twist of fate..." Molly hands her the towel and Victoria dries her face with it.

"Yeah, some luck... did you see the looks those creeps were giving us..." Molly laughs as she steps out of the bathroom to remove her ring gear.

"Well we both weren't wearing much of anything... I'm sure as hell ain't..." Victoria replies, making reference to her pink top and bottoms that doesn't leave much to the imagination.

Molly laughs as she takes off her sports bra, "We got to talk to JR about your ring gear... I'd hate to see you running around like that in a foot of snow..."

Victoria removes her top, freeing her own breasts. "At least the heater is working here... I wish the electricity did though..."

"Why?" Molly asks as she takes off her wrestling tights.

Victoria lowers her wrestling bottoms, "Well... there's' not much to do... we could watch some TV..."

Molly laughs, "Well I got one of those mini-DVD players that run on batteries... we could watch a movie."

"Oh cool..." Victoria smiles, "What movies do you got?"

"Oh the usual sappy stuff mixed with some exciting stuff..." Molly laughs, "They are in my over-shoulder bag... pick out one you like..."

"Okay..." Victoria smiles and goes to Molly's bag to go through Molly's DVDs. She sees the usual expected collection of romance and comedy films. But then something catches Victoria's eyes. She looks at Molly as she picks out one DVD, "Ummm Molly... what's this?"

"What's what?" Molly asks as she looks over to see the DVD in Victoria's hand. Molly's face turns several shades of red. "Oh that's.... ummm... a porno..." Molly laughs a bit.

"I can see that..." Victoria laughs, "What's it doing in your bag?"

"Well it does get lonely on the road... and I kinda need a little visual boost to... take care of business..."

"Ohhhhh...." Victoria nods her head with a 'yeah sure' smile on her face.

Molly laughs a bit to ease her embarrassment, "You want to watch it?"

Victoria gets an humiliated look on her face but soon smiles, "Yeah... sure why not..."

Molly goes into her bag and gets her portable DVD/TV combo and sets it up on the only bed in the room and positions it between the pillows. Molly then lays on the bed completely naked. She looks at Victoria and smiles, "Sorry... but I can't watch this with clothes on..."

"Right... well I guess I'll go commando too..." Victoria smiles as she lays on the other half of the bed, completely in the buff. Molly smiles and starts the movie. The two divas watch intently for the entire two-hour length of the DVD, watching girls fuck girls, 4 guys fuck one girl, two couples swapping, a lesbian gangbang and other erotic footage. Both women have fought the urge to touch themselves in front of the other, but when the film is over, both Molly and Victoria are looking at each other.

"That was hot... wasn't it..." Molly says as she licks her lips.

"Yeah... very..." Victoria smiles, "I liked... the lesbian scene..."

"Me too... that always gets me hot..." Molly rolls onto her side so Victoria can see her large breasts. Victoria moves closer and touches Molly's tits and smiles.

"They are so soft..." Victoria squeezes Molly's breast softly as Molly reaches to feel her own.

"And you're are so firm..." Molly smiles.

The two women move closer together and kiss each other. Their tongues link together as they slide them into each other's mouth. Molly finds out Victoria has a very long tongue and she happily sucks on it as Victoria moves her hand down to between Molly's legs to rub her pussy. Molly closes her eyes and moans softly as she rolls onto her back. Victoria gently moves her fingers against the entrance of Molly's cunt as she leans over to suck on Molly's right breast. Like a child, Victoria sucks hungrily on it trying to receive milk, but Molly has none to give. Victoria then moves downward as Molly spreads her legs open, inviting her to her pussy. Victoria spreads Molly's pussy lips open and slowly begins to lick her warm juicy cunt.

"Mmmmm ohhh fuck... Victoria... that's it... oooooo ahhhh yea baby..." Molly moans get louder as Victoria probes her twat in search of the spot that'll make Molly squirm. Victoria soon finds it, and Molly arches her hips and lower back in response. Molly wraps her legs around Victoria's head as she begins move her hips to grind her pussy against Victoria's face. Victoria wraps her arms around Molly's thighs to keep her still as she darts her long tongue in and out of her pussy.

"Ohhhh ahhhh godddddddddddd Victoria... I'mmmm cummmmmmmmming!" Molly squeals as Victoria sends her over the brink of erotic bliss. Victoria laps up Molly's climatic honey with her tongue, as Molly slowly comes down from her orgasm. Victoria lifts her head from between Molly's legs, and even with the dim lights, Molly can see Victoria's face is completely covered in her cum. Molly sits up and licks Victoria's face clean, tasting and devouring her own juices in the process. Molly then pushes Victoria down on the bed. "My turn..."

"I hope so..." Victoria smiles as Molly moves down between her legs. Victoria arches her legs so her feet are flat on the bed. Molly pushes in two fingers into her pussy and begins to move them in and out slowly. Victoria whimpers and moans as Molly adds two more fingers. Molly is amazed at how quickly Victoria begins to push herself against her hand. Molly smirks and decides to push her whole hand into Victoria and begins fist fucking her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh ohhhh fuck yesss!" Victoria screams. Molly has to use a bit of effort to extract her hand from Victoria's cunt, but when she does she lowers her head and starts eating her out. Victoria reaches down and grabs Molly's brown hair as she quickly finds the sweet spot. Molly attacks that spot repeatedly with her tongue. Victoria arches her back sharply as Molly brings her to an orgasm.

"Ohhhhh sweet mother mercy!" Victoria cries out. Molly slurps up her cum with expert care, not letting a drop of Victoria's sweet honey drip onto the bed. Once Victoria has relaxed, Molly moves up and lays next to her. She moves a hand through Victoria's hair and smiles.

"We really should get to sleep... just in case the roads are terrible tomorrow..." Molly laughs a bit, "We got to tell most of what happened to the boys...".

"Yeah... but what will the boys think?" Victoria asks with a laugh.

"Oh let them think... boys will be boys..." Molly kisses Victoria as they snuggle close to each other and drift off to sleep.

-END-



Baby It's Cold Outside



Baby it's cold outside

"Elizabeth... I baked a pie for the nice man who helped me with the car the other day. Would you mind dropping it off for me? He doesn't live that far." Lorraine Reynolds asked her daughter who was currently curled up on the floor in front of the fire place. 

"Mom! It's terrible out there and chances are it's going to storm... Can't the pie wait till the snow lets up?" 

At this given moment, going out into the festering snow storm was not on Elizabeth's to-do list. Especially since she had been psyching herself up into getting some hot chocolate. Well... It does take a lot of work moving from point a to point b when you're rather comfy.

"Please Elizabeth... It's just right up the road... Take the jeep and you will be fine. Now get dressed and take the pie to the nice man." 

Lorraine appeared in the doorway wiping her hands off on her apron as she prepared to annoy her daughter into doing as she told her. "Fine... Fine..." Elizabeth sighed, standing up slowly. 

"You'll owe me for this..."She huffed and puffed as she headed up the stairs, not noticing the cheeky smile her mother had on her face. 

"Oh I don't think I will..." Lorraine chuckled, heading back into the kitchen to put the pie in a container.

"If she's so grateful, why can't she deliver it herself?" Elizabeth muttered as she stood in her closet, pulling out her clothes. She figured she was going to the house of a strange old man who would probably try and cop feels of her body through her winter gear. Winter break was supposed to be an escape for Elizabeth. Not from school, but from the people at her school. In her twentieth year of life, away at college, Elizabeth had thought she had fallen in love. The boy, although not perfect, was everything she had thought she wanted. And everything she didn't as well. He was a notorious cheater, but apparently everyone except Elizabeth knew this. Her heart was mildly damaged when she thought to surprise him with his Christmas present in advance only to find him pounding away into her roommate. She could remember it as if it were yesterday. 

~~Elizabeth walked into Cooper's apartment with great news that her mother was okay with him coming to spend the Christmas break with them. Liz had made the offer since Cooper had no immediate family and she didn't want him to be lonely. He had looked so elated when she suggested it, she knew it would make his day. Only she hadn't expected to find him hunched over her roommate, pounding her into oblivion. She should have seen this coming. What with the way he was getting impatient with her to be "ready" and her roommate's sudden niceties. Sure it hurt to be cheated on, but Elizabeth was stronger than that. "Wow... Guess the rumors were right after all." Elizabeth shook her head in disgust, steeling her heart from the devastated look that swept onto Cooper's face as he disconnected himself from her whore of a roommate. 

It was somehow incredibly comforting to watch her soon-to-be ex-roommate scramble for her clothes while Cooper rushed towards her attempting to hide his wilting erection. 

"Elizabeth... It's... It's not what you think."

If Elizabeth had been stupid she might have accepted Cooper's apologies, but she was 100% against cheaters. There was no explanation needed and no excuse that could take back what he had done. From the moment she witnessed it, she began closing her heart off from him. 

"I don't want to hear it Cooper. As far as I'm concerned we were done the second you even considered doing this..."

She waved her hands at the scenario that was still unfolding as her roommate continued to dress hastily and her ex boyfriend stammered for words. 

"Have a Merry Christmas." 

She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. As she hurried out of the apartment complex the weight of everything suddenly began to come over her. "Oh my god... Cooper cheated.. I'm such an idiot. And for that slut?!" Elizabeth needed to get out of there and now.~~

After that, Elizabeth rushed to her apartment, the one she was paying for by herself. Her stupid roommate lived there for free and was never of any help. She only let her stick around, because living alone in a strange place had scared her. Not anymore. She called the landlord and explained that due to a "family emergency" she was needed back home immediately and that she would like to end her lease. Of course there was a fee, but it was worth it. Now her bimbo ex-roommate had no place to stay. "Oh well she can stay with Cooper for all I care." She packed the things she needed as quick as she could, shoved it into her Jeep Wrangler, and drove straight for home.

It didn't feel like all of that had occurred two weeks ago, but it had. Now more than ever, Elizabeth wished her father had been alive. Surely, he would have kicked Cooper's hide from here to the moon and back. Unfortunately, he had died when she was twelve and had needed him the most. The pain never gone, just locked away deep inside of her. She was just a little girl at the time of her father's passing. A little girl who really needed a father to protect her from the pains of first real crushes and threaten every boy who glanced her way with a shot gun. She needed a man who loved her endlessly and would remind her daily that she was beautiful even through all of those awkward teen phases. Liz needed a man who would promise her that someday she would find her prince... She'd just have to go through a lot of frogs to find him. She needed her father. . . 

"At least then I wouldn't have to go out into a snowstorm to deliver a dang pie then..." Elizabeth laughed to herself as she tried to ease the ache of the pain due to missing her dad left.

All ready to go, Elizabeth returned downstairs to their kitchen which was her mother's most cherished domain. Her mother was a pastry chef so her kitchen was basically any chef's or baker's wet dream. It was stunning. Even Elizabeth could admit that; although, allowing her into the kitchen to prepare any sort of dish could lead to causalities. 

"I'm ready to go... Where's the pie?" Elizabeth asked, smiling at her mom who had various patches of flour covered skin and looked like she was in a baking frenzy. 

"It's right here, darling." Lorraine smiled as she handed the pie container to her daughter, being as delicate as she could manage. 

"Now drive careful, call me if anything comes up, and please... Be polite." Lorraine stressed the last word as if she was expecting her daughter to be a rude little angel to the oh so generous man who helped her earlier this week. 

"Yes, mom. I'll be polite. I promise not to pee in his garden or speak out of term." She sarcastically stated as her mother put a very silly looking hat onto her head. 

"Jeesh... Last time I checked I was twenty... Not five." Lorraine rolled her eyes at her daughter's antics. 

"I know. I know. Now get your cute twenty year old butt on the road. And remember! Be polite!" She reiterated the fact as she pushed her daughter out the door into the winter chilled air. She shivered as she all but sprinted in the snow to get to the jeep. Elizabeth sighed once she was protected from winter's cold wind by the walls of the jeep. She placed the pie in the passenger seat and smiled when she saw instructions to the man's house attached to top of the container by a sticky note. Only her mom. She pulled the sticky note off and then read it for a couple of moments. 

Placing the sticky note on the dashboard in front of her, Elizabeth began her trek to the mysterious man's house. "God please do not let this man be some psycho killer. Qu'est ce-que c'est? Fa fa fa fa fa..." She chuckled, remembering the random lyrics from the song Psycho Killer by the band Talking Heads. About a ten or so minute drive later, Elizabeth arrived at another beautiful cabin located on a ranch. One whose beauty was made even more captivating in the snow. 

"My god..." She muttered to herself. "No wonder I've never noticed it before." Instead of having built a fence like any other person, the owner of this estate had an unbelievable fortress of trees that lined the outskirts of the land and the driveway seemed forever long. 

After parking the vehicle and grabbing the pie, Elizabeth carefully got out of her lifted Jeep Wrangler. She looked at the distance from her to the door and her prayer began once more. "Lord... Please don't let me slip and break my neck and die... Amen." 

The snow fell around her and her usually cinnamon brown skin paled even more due to the bitter cold. By the time she got to the front door steps, Elizabeth was sure she'd caught the death of her and frost bite. Quickly raising her hand, she began to pound on the heavy oak door until she noticed the cleverly hidden doorbell that now mocked her. "Stupid..." She muttered before pressing the blasted button. 

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"Who in the world could that be? What idiot would drive out here in a freaking snow storm?" Mathieu Elias Storms asked as he tossed aside his inventory book. He had just settled in to go over the what nots and have nots of his business when the doorbell had rung. He had been otherwise oblivious to the pounding that had been taking place. It really wasn't easy running a business in the middle of the snow storm. He couldn't just go to his restaurant, located all the way in California, to see how things were fairing seeing as how the plane flights were all canceled due to the storm. What had he been thinking to come back here? To freaking Minnesota. He had left for a reason, hadn't he? Oh yeah. A freaking vacation. Somehow his best friend and business partner Ricardo had convinced him to take a break since he obviously needed one after Melissa. Damn woman ripped his heart out of his chest. Sure it was over a year ago, but he had immersed himself in work, and swore off women. Snapping out of his thoughts when the doorbell was rung once more, he swiftly stood. 

"Hold your horses!" He shouted as got to his feet and stomped his frustrated way towards the door. He swung the door open only to have the breath steal away from his lungs in that instant. Before him stood the most beautiful angel he had ever seen in his entire life. Marvelous golden skin, beautiful light brown eyes, seemingly dark hair that was covered by the most ridiculous looking hat he'd ever seen, and the rest of her bundled in winter gear. "Wow..." Was the only understandable word in his vocabulary at that very moment. 

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There Elizabeth stood, shivering in the doorway of a beautiful cabin, in front of the most gorgeous man she had ever met in her entire life. "He's a god." Was all she could think in those first few minutes as she shook like crazy due to the ever worsening weather. 

He stood easily a foot taller than her own, unimpressive, five foot three frame. He had dark brown hair that almost looked black, crystal green eyes, and a body that made her mouth water. He wore nothing but comfortable looking pajama bottoms and a wife beater. His muscles were begging to be touched and had she not been in her right mind, she might have just dropped the damn pie that got her into this mess, and jumped his delicious looking bones. Shaking her head another gust of wind and snow beat at her back, Elizabeth came to remember why she was standing in this man's doorway. 

"Umm.. Hi... I'm Elizabeth Reynolds... I think you may be the man that helped my mother, Lorraine with the car the other day..." Her teeth clicked tremulously against each other as she stood there waiting for the man to say something... Anything... But he stood there as if he wasn't even listening to her. He just stood there, staring.

"Or not..." She continued, nervous in the presence of this extremely handsome creature that could not be human. The man finally seemed to hear her and he chuckled so low she almost didn't hear it. 

"Oh... Oh yes.. Sorry about that. I'm just trying to figure out why you're at my door in this kind of weather... Is everything okay with your mother?" He inquired, worriedly. The woman, Lorraine, he had helped had been quite wonderful. She was a breath of fresh air. Reminded him of his mother when she had been alive. It was actually kind of comforting since he really didn't have much of a connection to Minnesota anymore other than this very cabin in which he had grown up in as a boy. He hadn't known many people and Lorraine seemed friendly enough. Now her daughter on the other hand was going to do some seriously bad damage to his heart. He hadn't had a steady heartbeat since he opened the door. She was stunning. Just... Beautiful. 

"My mother is perfectly fine, but thank you for asking. She's baking up a feast as we speak, but this is for you." She said as she held forth the pie that her mother had baked for him. 

"Oh wow... That's very nice of your mother to think of me." He said taking the pie and looking at her, or more like gawking at her. 

"It's a thank you for the h-h-help..." She stuttered, her body shaking violently. She couldn't put up with this cold much longer

. "Darn!" He gasped, realizing he had kept this poor woman in the cold. "Come inside, Elizabeth..." He quickly ushered her inside, feeling like a complete jack ass at that moment. 

"Thank you..." She trailed off, realizing she didn't know his name. She stood in the foyer of the beautiful cabin, quickly stripping free her wet outer clothing. Thank goodness for layers and many of them. 

"Mathieu... Storms..." He said slowly, mesmerized by the way she took off her outer layer of clothing. He was pretty sure he was salivating as he watched her. 

"And no need for thanks... The pleasure was all mine. Here, let's get you warm." In my bed... He thought lustfully. Shoot, Matt... Don't think like that. This girl is out of your league and too young for you. He tried to convince himself, but his nether region thought otherwise. Damn appendage had it's own mind and Mathieu willed it to go down before he embarrassed himself in front of this angel. 

Elizabeth graciously accepted the offer to come further inside his home to get warmed up and smiled when she found herself standing in a beautiful living room with the focal point of the room being a massive fire place. 

"Ooh!" She squealed delightedly as she practically dive bombed in front of and took a seat. Her long legs folded Indian style and quickly drawing Matt's attention before he caught himself and diverted his attention. Elizabeth had always loved fireplaces and often in the winter season slept in front of them. She had done so ever since she was a small child. Laughing at her adorable reaction, Mathieu followed her, sitting beside her in front of the fireplace. 

"So... This pie..." He chuckled as he ducked his head down as if to motion to it in his hands. 

"Oh! I'm silly... We should probably put that in the fridge unless you would like to eat some now, of course..." Elizabeth offered, figuring Matt might want to eat now. 

"How about we share some of this pie and I'll make us some hot chocolate?" He suggested, reluctantly standing back up on his feet.

"Hot chocolate?! I would love some! Let me help!" The two of them happily went into the kitchen to make the warm drink. 

"Where are the mugs?" Elizabeth asked as Matt got the stuff out to make it the old fashioned way. 

"Over in that top left cabinet." He pointed to the one furthest from the refrigerator. Elizabeth sauntered over to it and stretched onto her tip toes to reach it. 

Mathieu had gotten distracted from his simple task that easily as he watched her. It amazed him how natural it felt to have her around. There was no awkwardness or unwelcome tension. He felt at ease with her and his heart fluttered as he watched the beautiful little angel in his kitchen struggle to get down mugs. He walked over to her and from behind, leaned in, reaching an arm up to grab two mugs from the already open cabinet. He felt Elizabeth stiffen and realized how firmly her backside was pressed against his front. He inhaled deeply as if to will his erection to remain calm, but instead got an intoxicating whiff of her hair and the shampoo she used. Once again, Matt felt as if he was going to start to salivate. He set the mugs down on the counter in front of her, holding her pinned against him and the counter. 

"Elizabeth..." He murmured her name, finding her simply irresistible. Nervously, Elizabeth spun in his arms, looking up at him anxiously. "You are so beautiful..." Her breath caught in her lungs as Mathieu had ever so smoothly leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. The sensations began in his heart somewhere deep inside and began to spread throughout his body, consuming him in that instant. It was the most powerful sensation that he'd ever felt affecting his body, soul, and mind. At that very moment, Elizabeth felt it to. For this complete stranger, she felt what she could only describe as love. That kind of love that scares the wits out of people and makes them do goofy things. 

When he broke the kiss, Elizabeth helplessly stood there. Her body felt as loose as a noodle and she wondered if she would make a successful step or just sink to the floor. The latter option seemed a lot more realistic at that moment.

"Mathieu... I..." That nervousness flooded her soul again. She couldn't be in a cabin of some strange man, wanting to have him ravage her in his bed. This couldn't be happening. She had just gotten out of a relationship. A tumultuous one at that, but still a relationship. And why the hell was she thinking of starting a relationship with Mathieu. A man she barely knew. 

"I should go..." She finally finished, trying to evade his beautiful green eyes. Matt stood there stunned for a moment as the little angel ducked from beneath his arms and rushed towards the foyer. 

I don't think so! He told himself as he quickly followed her. He was not about to let the most amazing woman who had just shared the most mind numbing kiss with him walk out that door. Not if he had his way. 

"But Elizabeth... It's cold outside..." Matt said as he made his way to block the door, watching her shuffle into her outer layer again. "Gosh, she's so cute." He couldn't help but smile as he watched her. 

"I really can't stay, Matt..." Elizabeth was trying to convince him and herself that. 

"Yes you can... Why not?" He asked, wanting a good excuse as to why she wanted to leave him. He knew that kiss had scared her. Heck... It had scared him, but he wanted to know if every kiss with her would be like that... If making love to her would be as explosive.

"I've... I've got to go away..." Elizabeth knew she had no excuse as to why she wanted to leave him, it was really rather pointless, but she was going to try. No kiss in all of her young life had ever felt like that. So... "What in the world..." worthy. 

"Liz... That's not much of a reason..." Before he could go on, she was cutting him off, and slipping her feet into her boots. 

"This evening has been... So very nice..." Nice wasn't the word to describe the start of their evening Matt thought to himself with a devilish smirk. He stepped towards her and stopped her from tying her boots by capturing her small hands in his. Elizabeth looked down at his hands, imagining all of the wonderful things he could do with them.

"Your hands... They're just like ice..." He muttered, realizing how thoroughly that weather outside had gotten to her. 

"My mother will start to worry..." Elizabeth suggested.

~~Meanwhile, her mother was looking at the clock, and smirking at how well her match making had played out. There was no way those two couldn't fall for each other. She had known the instant she met Mathieu that he was the one for her daughter. She could just feel it and on top of that, upon meeting him, she felt as if her husband had been in her presence... Telling her that this was the one for Elizabeth as well. It was so strange. Besides a mother knows this stuff, Lorraine had figured. ~~




Baby It's Cold Outside



"Beautiful what's your hurry?" Mathieu was getting exasperated, he just wanted Elizabeth all to himself. It was as if simply meeting her healed his once devastated heart, but in this entire time, he hadn't once thought about his promise to himself of swearing off women or about what Melissa had done to him. 

"Beautiful... Please don't hurry..." Matt heard himself beg as he locked eyes with Elizabeth. 

""Dang those chocolate brown eyes of her were going to destroy me,"thought Matt. 

"Gosh, those green eyes were perfect," thought Elizabeth. 

"Well..." Elizabeth hesitated momentarily. 

"Maybe just a half a drink more..." Feeling victorious, Matt happily helped Elizabeth remove her boots while she took off her heavy winter jacket and scarf.

"Come on, beautiful... Let's go finish making that hot chocolate. And scout's honor I'll be on my best behavior." Matt saluted as if to gesture a scout's honor promise. Elizabeth chuckled at his silliness, loving the way his dark brown hair looked kind of wild. 

"Were you a scout?" She asked him curiously. 

"Never in my life." He deviously winked before taking her hands again and pulling her to stand up with him.

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Fifteen minutes later, Elizabeth found herself snug in Mathieu's arms as they sipped hot cocoa. They had ended up sharing a mug and talking about their lives. There was no secrets between them as neither of them saw reasons as to why keep them. Sure some of the topics they talked about were difficult, but being with one another seemed to ease that.

Elizabeth felt heart practically give when Matt talked about his parent's tragic death in his senior year of high school. His father was an avid pilot in his free time and he was flying his wife out on a trip for their anniversary. 

"They were so excited to go to the Cayman Islands. My mother always wanted to go there. It was all she could talk about for weeks... Woman drove me crazy, but god I loved her." He sighed, he had always been very close with both his parents since he was an only child and had been home schooled.

"I didn't think anything of having not heard from them the next day. I figured that if they had landed, they were busy getting used to the time zone change and settling into their hotel... But then an officer knocked on my door. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that I should probably sit down. When I finally did, he told me that their plane was found in a wreckage, and their bodies had been found as well. There was nothing that could have been done for them... Jeeze... Never in my whole life have I felt like that. It nearly killed me." Matt had already been eighteen at the time and with no other family, everything his parent's had worked so hard for had become his. It didn't matter, because he had no one. 

"So I went to college... I wanted to be an entrepreneur and start my own business... A restaurant... Somewhere along those lines I meant Melissa... Worst mistake of my life..." He had given his heart to that spineless woman on a silver platter and boy did she eat that up. He told Elizabeth about how he had proposed to her a year later and they decided on a long engagement since Melissa wanted to get her career as a fashion magazine editor in line. Instead, it was just an excuse for her to convince her man on the side to marry her. Apparently that man had better prospects. So when he caught her cheating two years after that proposal that he broke it off with her.

The last year was a blur, he had been trying to get over her. That was pretty much it for his history, Matt decided as he pressed his lips to her neck, wondering what was going through that pretty little head of hers. He knew she was trying to absorb his past.

"Matt..." Elizabeth murmured softly, taking the mug out of his hands, and setting it on the brick border around the fireplace. 

"If I ever meet Melissa, I'm going to slap her... And then thank her." Matt's whole body began to shake with laughter at her statement and his hold on her tightened. He couldn't help but think how great she was in that moment when she began to join him in laughing. 

"No worries dear...The last I heard was that Melissa gave birth to that other man's twins and his so called prospects went straight down the drain. Funny how karma works. She went with the successful man and now I'm the hot shot with a booming business." Shaking her head, it was now Elizabeth's turn to share her history. 

"When your twelve... None of that stuff really makes sense... Sure I was very intelligent at that age, but my parents also hadn't been very straight forward with me about how bad my father's health was getting until it was too late... I just remember my mother telling me to hurry up and get dressed, we had to go to the hospital. It was night so by this point I was fast asleep. When I finally did as she told me that ambulance was already taking my dad away... It scared me so much... The ride to the hospital was forever and it was even longer before the doctor told us that my father had gone into cardiac arrest due to the medications and how hard his body had been fighting the cancer. He died en route to the hospital. The doctor said it so stone like that I screamed. I just screamed until the man left. And then I cried. I can't imagine how a person can just stand there so calm and tell a wife and a daughter that the most beloved man in their life just died! It made no sense... I was so devastated..." Elizabeth sighed, tears slowly making their way down her face as she remembered how painful that experience had been. 

She felt so comforted by the way Matt rubbed her back with one hand and gently tilted her face towards his with the other and wiped away her tears. She kissed his lips gently and pulled away to admire the smile that had formed on his face.

Elizabeth knew she had to go on about the things in her past that made her who she was now so she kept on. She ended her whole little monologue by telling Matt about Cooper and how she had ended back in Minnesota. "I haven't talked to him since that day, but he hasn't taken the hint. Still calls and leaves voicemails. Once a cheater, always a cheater." She finished, not caring about what Cooper had to say to her.

"Thank goodness for Cooper." Matt sighed softly, happy to have this woman in his arms. Well he was until she pepped right up again. 

"MATT! You have a Christmas tree and it's not decorated!?" She was in disbelief. Matt was quick to learn that the winter season was Elizabeth's second favorite next to summer and that Christmas was her all-time favorite holiday. She loved everything about it. She loved the spirit. The way people were so happy (for the most part) during the season. It just brought joy to her. 

"Oh yeah... The tree..." He knew there was no way getting out of this now. "Don't you have decorations?!" Elizabeth was already up and over by the tree, examining it. He smirked when he watched her lean in and take in a scent of the pine. 

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, little lady. Give me a sec..." Mathieu went up to the big closet in a nearby hallway that lead to the laundry room. His mother had always kept the decorations upstairs making it easiest to access them. He pulled out a box of Christmas lights and another box of ornaments and carefully dragged them back to the living room. Elizabeth all but tackled him for the lights. Together they began decorating and Matt would listen to the beautiful angel that had burst into his life singing Christmas carols. Once the lights were on the tree and the ornaments hung, Elizabeth found the star that went on the very top. 

"Oh Matt, can you lift me up?" Elizabeth asked, the look of happiness in her eyes made Matt's heart swell with pride. 

"Of course, Angel." He had taken to calling her that, because she was just that. His angel. He carefully lifted her up so that she could place the star on top of the tree. It kind of unnerved Elizabeth how easily he had just picked her up as if she was as light as a feather. "It's ready now!" She squeaked with joy before finally plugging the tree in. It lit up so beautiful that it took her breath away.

Matt admired Elizabeth as she admired the tree. This little woman was so beautiful that she took his breath away. There was something about the way that her eyes were lit up in this moment that made him want to do whatever it took to keep that look on her face. In that moment, Matt knew in his heart, that he would do just that. Do whatever it took to always keep that light glowing in Elizabeth's beautiful eyes. She threw her arms around Matt and began to fervently thank him. He laughed, but soon hushed her words of thanks with his lips. He just had to have this beautiful woman. This evening had been so perfect, but he craved to make love to her. 

The kiss quickly became more passionate and the two of them sank down on to the floor somewhere in between the glowing Christmas tree and the crackling fire place. There was no doubt in Elizabeth's mind that she wasn't ready. More now than ever had she wanted to lose her maidenhood. Mathieu Storms was the one for her. 

Matt's lips started to make their way down to her neck and he easily located his spot as if he had known her body in the most intimate ways his entire life. 

A gasp was elicited from her lips and her hands went to the bottom of his wife beater and slipped beneath the fabric to his hardened stomach. It was Matt's turn to gasp now. He pulled away from her and in record time had his shirt off before bringing his attention back to Elizabeth. Flushing a deep shade of red, knowing that her panties had to be soaked all the way through by now.

"You are wearing way too many clothes, Angel." Matt's husky voice whispered in her ear as the evidence of his arousal pressed against her thigh through her clothing. From what Elizabeth could tell, Matt was very well endowed. "Then help me take them off..." She responded daringly, not knowing what was coming over her. All she knew was that she had to have Mathieu right now.

Clothing article after clothing article were expelled from their bodies and soon their naked bodies pressed together. Elizabeth and Matthew were still locking lips and tangling tongues. He just couldn't get enough of the taste of her lips and she couldn't help but to imagine the amazing things his tongue could do to her. Just because she was a virgin didn't mean she was an uneducated virgin.

Mathieu's large hands took hold of her tiny wrists, pinning them to her sides before making his journey down low. Her eyes grew large when she realized what he was preparing to do and panic flashed through her and dissolved the moment his mouth latched onto a pebbled nipple. "Matt!" She cried, feverishly. Her nerve endings when wild as he began to feast on one nipple before switching to the other. Her moans were an orchestra, encouraging him to conduct a masterful symphony. 

When he felt that her breasts wore thoroughly explored and feasted upon, he dragged his lips lower, aching to taste more of her sweetness. He let go of her wrists and used a free hand to gently part her nether lips with his fingertips. 

"So wet, Elizabeth..." His eyes taking in how her liquid heat dripped from her. He let his tongue take one long lick down her slit, from her clit to her vaginal opening. His tongue swirled briefly around the opening and he gently sucked. At that moment they both moaned loudly. Elizabeth had never felt something so exquisite and Matt felt like a starved man at and endless buffet.

His first taste of her told him that he would never get enough of her and he began to lap up her juices like there was no tomorrow. Elizabeth's moans turned into quickened gasps for air as she writhed on the floor in front of the fireplace. 

Feeling that Elizabeth was getting closer to her climax, Mathieu let his lips lock around her enlarged clit, and began to make love to her throbbing bundle of nerves with his tongue along. He alternated between fast and slow strokes of his tongue and gentle nibbles. "Oh! Oh! OH! Matt!!" Elizabeth was squealing and screaming and Matt took that as his cue. Taking a finger, he eased it into her drenched opening, and slightly curved it to brush against a wall. 

A white light blinded Elizabeth's eye sight before she squeezed her eyes shut and began to thrash beneath her lover. Matt's loving aggressions didn't cease as Elizabeth rode at one...Two... Three continuous orgasms. Never in her entire life had she known a pleasure so weakening and so euphoric. 

Matt's eyes had been watching her and he was rather surprise to see the tears sliding down her face. Ending his exertions, he made his way back up to her. He placed a tender kiss upon her parted lips and gently wiped away her tears.

"My love.... You're crying..." He was a little worried, unworried if he had been so lost in what he had been doing that he hadn't heard her to tell him to stop. Elizabeth started to chuckled and soon was laughing hysterically. Now, Matt was extremely confused. Had he or hadn't he done something wrong. Only Elizabeth had known that he had done something almost too right for her to handle. She almost couldn't wrap her mind around the pleasure that had just engulfed her 'innocent' body. 

"Oh Matt that was... Oh god..." The only way for her to describe it was by letting out one more moan while the aftershocks of her orgasm took their course. Matt now understood and a proud smile lit up his handsome features. He was going to marry this woman. For the rest of his life he wanted to bring her so much pleasure that she would cry and then laugh. 

His hard-on that was so stiff that it was painful begged for attention now. "Angel... I'm going to make love to you know." A smirk spread across his lips when he felt Elizabeth widen her legs for him. He positioned himself at her entrance and could feel her tense ever so slightly when his member began to make its venture inside of her. As if feeling her body's instinctive reaction, Elizabeth relaxed almost immediately, and Matt found himself soon seated inside of her to the hilt. Only with a slight wince had she given signs of the pain that losing her virginity had caused her. While Elizabeth had long ago lost her hymen to horseback riding, the stretch of him was still rather uncomfortable.

Soon she adjusted to his size and pushed her hips forward. "More..." Elizabeth asked softly before feeling Matt start to slide in and out of her. He set a steady, slow, and almost torturous pace. "Faster!" She begged and he laughed. He had wanted to be as gentle as he could with her, but this little minx had other plans. Matt obeyed and was soon pounding in and out of her tight, wet pussy at a ferocious speed. Over and over again. Every time he felt her get close, he would slow his pace to an almost stop. Elizabeth was getting angry now at being denied release and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips to lock him inside of her. "Please Matt! Please!" She needed it and she wanted to feel him release at the same time of her. Matt grinned and leaned back slightly, putting his palms on either side of her head, before giving her his all. He made deep, long strokes inside of her tight canal. Each time he hit her spot and she delightedly moaned. 

The crescendo rose and they were soon both screaming. If Elizabeth thought her orgasm earlier was intense then there were no words to describe the one she had just experienced. Matt had shouted and growled when his load shot from him and into her. He had felt it stirring in his balls as they tightened to his body. The pressure inside of him had been almost scary before his release and he couldn't stop his orgasm once it began. What was maybe ten seconds seemed like an eternity to both of them before their simultaneous orgasms ended. Matt hardly caught himself from collapsing on top of her. He gently pulled out of her and pulled her into his arms. Their bodies were thoroughly soaked, hot and sweaty from their love making, and even more so from it taking place in front of the burning fire. 

"I love you, Elizabeth... I don't care if it's been a few hours. I love you." Matt whispered, knowing without a doubt that this woman... This Angel... Was made for him.

"I love you too, Mathieu." Tears again were running down Elizabeth's face. She was scared of loving someone so strongly so soon and so young, afraid of the hurt she would feel if anything were to happen, and petrified of the thought of losing him. 

Wrapped amongst one another, the lovers fell asleep, just as a heavy snowfall brewed once more. When they awoke, sometime in the early hours of morning, they made love again. They memorized each other, committing everything to memory. 

The next morning, Matt woke Elizabeth with a fresh cup of hot cocoa and a sweet kiss. "Oh no! My mom is probably so worried!" She gasped when she saw that the clock mounted on the wall read eight a.m. "I should call... No... No... I have to go..." She was frantic. This was so unlike her normal behavior. Matt watched Elizabeth fumble for the phone hidden in her discarded jeans with an amused smile on his face. She wasn't going anywhere. They were snowed in.

When her mother answered, Lorraine told her daughter just that and assured her that she had no worries of her being in the wrong hands. "Go get him tiger." Lorraine laughed before hanging up the phone. Elizabeth's face was fire engine red, leaving Matt to wonder what her mother had said. He didn't wonder to long as he took in the sight of how beautiful her exposed body was to his.

"Now...How about some pie?" He chuckled, remembering the dessert that had started all of this, before moving on top of her to get it started all over again.



Baby It's Cold Outside



Author's Note: This story was inspired by "Baby, Its Cold Outside," a song with words and music by Frank Loesser. Enjoy! Comments, votes and feedback are always welcomed. 

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Have you ever felt like life has this weird way of working? Well that's what my life feels like time and time again. You think you have life figured out right and then BAM it slaps you in the face when things are too perfect. 

I'm 26 sitting outside the house of the girl I'm totally in love with, waiting for her and her girlfriend to finish "getting ready" so we can all go out. Third wheel, no not really we're going out with a friend of mine, Jenna. She's been with me since middle school and is currently sitting next to me in the car, nagging me about why I put myself through this and don't just get over her. 

It's easier said then done wouldn't we all agree. It's been 3 years from the day I met her, back at our college graduation. She was a Psychology major as was I, and yet we had never met. Surprising but I always took morning classes, working evenings, as she worked mornings and took night classes.

I walked onto the field where we were all supposed to wait. It was about 10 of us when I got there. See if your family wants decent seats and all together, you have to get there super early as did mine and they made sure I was there at the same time, her family had done the same to her. How early, an hour and a half early. 

"Mercedes, Psych and you are?" She put her hand out to shake. I'm left handed so it was a bit awkward. 

"MJ, Psych also."

"Like Michael Jackson, Michael Jordan, Mary Jane?" I couldn't help but laugh at how different all of them were. 

"Um, no, no and no, Marilyn Jean."

"Nice your mom or parents were a fan of Norma Jean, but just Marilyn Monroe or Norma Jean was too much so they went creative with it?" How could anyone know how impossibly crazy my parents could be about Marilyn?

"Yea actually that's exactly what it was, are you a Marilyn fan?"

"No but I did do some research on her for a paper. MJ it suits you, are you a spider-man fan, you know Mary Jane?"

"No actually Superman all the way." And that's how we started our first argument.

"Why doesn't he just kill Lex Luthor? He's just a mere human."

"If he killed him, he would be evil like the villains he fights to protect the world from." 

While we waited for our ceremony to start we talked about everything possible. Ultimately we exchanged numbers and sat next to each other laughing like old friends during the ceremony. Since that day I've been totally into this girl. 

First it was just friends you know, we would hang out sometimes, movies, dinner, clubs, but never anything more than friendship. Her smile made me smile, her voice brought joy because it meant she was near. Seeing a car similar to hers made me wonder what she was doing. She was amazing, perfect in every way possible.

Anything she needed, anything she wanted anything I could give was hers. What's worse is she never took advantage of it. You know when someone's a jerk to you you can try and get over them because they're jerks. But with her she was the perfect friend never a taker and always a giver. A great listener and always had time for me as I had for her. 

Why didn't I ever go for it? Simple, in my life great friends are hard to come by. Hell good friends are hard to come by period. I wasn't just attracted to her because of her looks, we were friends above all.

I had seen her go through shitty break ups with girls who didn't deserve her and all I could do was hold her and tell her it would get better. She loved with all her heart and when it broke it was hard on her. I was the one who held her hair when she threw up from drinking too much after a break up. My bed was the one she shared when she didn't want to be alone. Now here she was again with another girl who didn't deserve her and treated her like crap. 

I could tell you every detail about her and never miss a beat. From the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Long brown wavy hair, always done. When she's having a hard day she pulls it back into a ponytail. Her eyebrows arch into a sharp peak and her eyes are soft and brown in an almond shape, giving her an exotic appeal. She has a tiny scar on her nose that she hates but I love it. I have a similar one on my chest. Her lips are so fucking luscious, not that I would know right. But I mess with her all the time I tell her she's Jay-Z's cousin, because they're so big. Damn I would give anything to bite down on one of those. 

Her breast are so beautiful and perfect a handful each, definitely smaller than my own. She's envious of my large breasts that I say are each as big as my head. My only answer is she can have them any time she wants. She always laughs, but I'm so serious. She's perfect the way she is and I would never change anything about her. 

I finally saw her come down the stairs from her place and she smiled when she saw me. That smile makes my heart warm and I smile automatically. She was gorgeous in black skin tight jeans, and her Burberry Brit Shawl-Collar Belted Coat. I was with her when she bought it, and I had wondered what she would look like with only the coat on and nothing underneath. The outfit was completed with a pair of solid black Louboutin Heels. She was wearing almost a whole paychecks worth of work for me, her birthday present to herself. 

Laura, her girlfriend, looks pissed as usual. Mercedes, like most women I know, likes to look good when she goes out and takes forever to get ready. When I wait I play video games to pass the time. Over the last 3 years she has bought me a Wii and a PS3 to entertain myself when I wait for her. Laura on the other hand just goes around grumbling about how long she's taking. She's not allowed to touch my toys.

"Hey Jenna, hey Doll." Only person who calls me Doll. I don't think I've used her name since we first met actually. She's shorter than I standing at 5'3" and I'm 5'8", so her way of greeting me is not the usual kiss on the cheek. She wraps her hand around my neck and kisses it.

"Hey Sugar, Laura." 

"MJ. Jenna" No, she doesn't like us.

"Hello ladies, everyone ready." Mercedes jumped in the back seat and Laura walked away, wasn't she coming, not that I minded if she didn't. "Laura?"

"Nah."

We didn't really like her so Jenna, took off with nothing else said. Turns out Laura had a job that night, she was an on-call security guard and had to work a concert tonight. So we had fun without her and I later found out that Mercedes was done with her and her crap. It had become obvious to Mercedes that she would only be on-call to work when Mercedes wanted to spend time with her outside of the bedroom. So she was done with her. Fine by me. 

That night she stayed in my bed after we all came home from the movies and dinner. Jenna was my roommate and stayed in her own room. I had a guest bedroom but I knew she preferred to sleep with me. This part is torture on me but what can I say I'm a glutton for punishment. Every time it's always the same, she wakes up curled into me, with my arms around her and won't let me out of bed until we absolutely have to. 

"Sugar let me up, I have to go to the gym." She's practically on top of me with half of her body on my right side, her leg wrapped around my right and her right arm on my stomach, yup she was making it difficult not to feel aroused, horny, WET.

"No, you look fucking amazing Doll, toned, tanned and trim as perfect as can be." Now she was tracing the muscles on my stomach.

"If I stayed out of the gym every time you wouldn't let me out of this bed, I wouldn't look this good." She laughed and looked into my eyes, why can't she see how much I want her.

"I wouldn't love you any less." She kissed my neck.

"Sugar please." I tried to move but she's so quick to hold me down. "I really can't stay." I tried to roll away.

"But baby it's cold outside." Please don't call me that I can't take it. 

"I've got to go away, it's time for me to leave you know that." I was pleading, begging for her to understand what she was doing to me. Why was she so comfortable with me? 

"But baby it's cold outside." Snow will never keep me indoors and she knows that better than anyone. 

"It's nice enough for me to workout." Now I was caressing her back, I don't think this is getting me any closer to the door.

"I had been hoping that you'd stay. I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice." I'm cold blooded, Doctor's say I have poor circulation, however she is like an oven all the time nice and warm, makes my skin instantly feel better.

"I should really get going." I tried to roll her over, but she just rested more of herself on top of me.

"Beautiful, what's your hurry, listen to the heater roar. Doll, please...don't hurry." Why couldn't she see how much I wanted more, more than just words and hugs but her lips on my own. Her body in my arms for me to make her feel loved and protected but because I was more than just a friend. 

"How about some lattes?" She instantly sat up, she knew my weakness. She made the best lattes around and I had bought her an expresso machine, at her request, for her to have at my house. 

"Put some music on while I make your favorite." She had fallen asleep in my dress shirt from last night after I had taken it off and she had undressed into her undies. It barely covered her upper body and just enough of her lower area for me to see her panties. 

"Just a quick cup, I really have to go."

"Baby, it's bad out there." She leaned on the frame and gave me her best pout. Those lips were the death of me and those big puppy dog eyes, could force me to do anything. 

She went out and it took all of me to not want to just touch myself in this bed she had just vacated. I could smell her wonderful scent, lavender and vanilla, I have no idea how she does it but that's how she smells. My shirt will have her scent when she takes it off. I can still feel the warmth of her touch on my skin, and legs wrapped around mine. I could feel the moisture from her lips on my neck. I had my chance to leave and get ready and I didn't.

I didn't need to go to the gym but I had to get away from her. If I expected this friendship to stay in tact I needed to make a run for it. She had a key and could lock up when she left, hopefully before I got back. As I got up to shower and get dressed she came back mugs in hand. I didn't even manage to get off the bed, so I sat on the edge and turned on a playlist on my iphone whatever was on my playlist last. 

"Say, what's in this drink?" 

It was her favorite playlist, of course right, not to mention the best music for being romantic. 

"No way you're going anywhere. You know your eyes are like jade stones." 

I wish I knew how to break this spell. Why is she saying this and just watching me?

"You roll out of bed, your red hair looks amazing and perfect."

"What are you up to Sugar?"

"Mind if I move a little closer." 

At least I'm gonna say that I tried to keep this friendship safe, but she's just irresistible. 

"What's the sense in hurting my pride." 

I smiled and patted the bed next to me. 

"I really can't stay." 

"Baby don't hold out." She set both of our cups on the nightstand.

"I simply must go." I knew that I should leave, but I wasn't moving, on the contrary she was holding my hands in hers. 

"But, Baby, it's cold outside." She placed her right hand on my neck and kept my hands in her left. 

"You're so nice and warm."

"Look out the window at that storm." I was so occupied with leaving I hadn't noticed I really wasn't going anywhere. It was snowing....a lot. 

"Jenna will be suspicious." What am I saying.

"Man, your lips look so delicious," Tracing them with her thumb. "Strawberries with whipped cream waiting to be licked." I was just staring at her lips as if she was describing the thoughts in my mind about her own. "Gosh your lips look delicious."

"Maybe we should finish our drinks". I placed my hands on her thighs, the hem of her panties to be exact.

"Never such a blizzard before." She took her free hand to my neck, begging me to look at her but I wanted nothing more than to take of that shirt and kiss her entire body. 

"I've got to go." 

"Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there." But I'm burning up in here. "It's up to your knees out there."

"But don't you see."

"Your eyes are like emeralds, look at me, let me see." I looked up at her big brown eyes, pleading for her to see what she was doing, begging her to let go of me. Never had she been this insistent. Never had she been this intimate, this close. This couldn't be, she was lost for sure, she didn't know what she was doing to me.

"How can you do this thing to me?" She took my hands in hers and placed them on her waist, returning hers to wrap around my neck, pulling me to her as I placed my leg up on the bed. 

"My life has been a long sorrow, do you know why?" She was fine, calm and collected, while I was a bomb ready to blow. 

"I really can't stay."

"Get over that. It's cold out there." She was begging me for something I couldn't see, but the tear filled eyes rooted me to this bed. "Can't you stay a while longer baby?"

"Well... I really shouldn't." I looked away from her and she pulled my head right back. 

"I'll make it worth your while baby." She leaned in and my world was flipped upside down in that one instance. 

Her lips were everything I had wished, soft and delicate, hesitant but persistent. I wrapped my arms around her waist. She pushed herself onto me and I used one hand to set us down gently so as to never disturb our lips, once on the bed I rolled on top of her. 

Holding myself up on one hand and undoing her shirt with the other, she was mine for today if tomorrow she ran away, today she was mine. The first few buttons from the bottom led me to her soft stomach, sensitive as she felt my cold fingers on her warm body. A moan escaping her mouth into mine. Going straight to the consciousness of my mind, letting me know she wanted more. 

I worked the rest of the buttons and felt her silky soft skin, the tops of her bosom, extracting a moan from me at being so close to having the woman I had dreamed of for so many restless nights. Was this really about to happen, but I couldn't just let it happen. I didn't just want one time, if that's what it was, I had to stop. 

"Open your eyes Sugar." I was worried of the answer I might get, but I needed to know. I stroked her face with my free hand. 

"MJ, what's wrong?"

"What are we doing beautiful?"

"I thought it was obvious."

"We're friends, I don't want to lose you."

"Then don't screw me over and just screw me. I know it's taken us a while to get here but damn it I've wanted this from that day three years ago when you walked onto that field."

I needed nothing else, we were just too lost to find each other then but we're here now and she won't regret waiting. 

I thrusted my hips downward applying direct pressure to her mound as I kissed her with all the love and lust I had for her.

"Ahh, do that again..." Damn the way her eyes roll back and stretches her neck leaving one succulent piece of exposed neck. I just had to bite down as I worked my hips one more time and sucked hard.

"Are you sure that's how you want it?" I whispered into her ear, then nibbling on her lobe.

"No...damn I want you....I'm not sure of anything but that I love you." She loved me how many times has she said that and I had hoped to hear it in a different context. 

"Fuck, are you trying to make me fall in love with you, because let me tell you I've already fallen." She finally looked at me with a sincere look of happiness I hadn't seen in a while. 

"You better be good in bed, because I don't plan on ever being with anyone else."

I worked my hips in a circular motion with a downward thrust, making sure to hit the spot that would make her know she would not be let down.

"I'm not one to brag but you're gonna have to call in tomorrow and the day after. I've been dreaming of this for 3 years Sugar. Believe me I'll be better than good." 

I sat up and admired her gorgeous body, sexy with curves in all the perfect places, the exact opposite of me. I pulled my shirt over my head as she sat up and took of hers. I was going for my pants when she kissed first one then the other nipple. There was a look of awe in her big brown eyes. Holding my breasts in her hands tenderly massaging them both, gently squeezing, but never going back to my nipple. Finally after I thought she could not possibly have been any more delicate, she was hungry for more. 

She looked up and a big smile formed on her face, she was going for her prize. My nipples had been waiting patiently for their turn, well they were standing at attention to be exact. She took one into her mouth and bit while instantly pinching the other, I gave up on sitting up and fell forward, she never stopped lavishing attention to either breast. I was in a state of bliss, and every moan escaping my body was a testament to her skill. She closed her eyes and just had her way with me, I realized I would let her do anything to me as long as she was in my bed.

I finally pulled away, she began to pout and I stood to pull off my pants. Then I took off her panties. She was.... mine. Everything, her hips, her thighs, her lips she would be mine and I would be the one bringing her pleasure and adoring her body.

"I have never seen a tastier looking pussy in my life." She looked hungry and I was definitely on the menu.

"I have, it's between your thighs."

As I went to enjoy my breakfast, she stopped me just as I was about to taste.

"No, I know how I want it...our first time." The sincerity in her voice was special. "I want to see your face, I want to feel your body on top me, I want to feel as much of you as possible."

She pulled me up to her and I rested my body on top of hers, placing one leg between her thighs and working my right hand to her neck. I leaned down and bit her neck, I was claiming my prize, marking my territory. I let up and worked my hand down her body as my lips found hers. 

There was a need now, a hunger it wasn't tentative or new it was the want to have more. I found the small strip of hair leading me to the land of treasures. I moaned instantly feeling how wet she was. Inserting one finger into the slickness that were her juices, so lost in the sensations that when she lifted her knee into my pussy I moaned her name. 

"Fuck me. Say that again." I worked two fingers into her center feeling every inch of her that was available to me. "Please Doll, say it again for me." I was done, from this day forward I would never find anyone else who could make me do anything they wanted.

"Mercedes, make love to me." 

"I am so in love with you." The way her breath sounded next to my ear was music to my fingers. Starting a rhythm, forcing her body to dance with me. Her fingers found their way inside me and we became one. Dancing on this bed, making love playing the music from our hearts for our bodies to move too. 

Our bodies moving together, harder, faster reaching every inch of pleasure attainable. I could feel her body tensing and her fingers jerking forward inside me. She was going to push the button and make me cum all over her hand. As if she was listening to my thoughts the dam inside her burst.

"YES, YES, YES!" Sending me into a world of euphoria. 

"Oh God, MERCEDES!" Her fingers managed to keep moving inside me and I felt my body react to her. Grinding down on her hand working my hips downward applying pressure to my own hand inside her and hers inside me. 

She had a mischievous smile as I worked my body on top of her. 

"Fuck, what's with the smile sugar?"




Baby It's Cold Outside



"Uhh, I am never letting you out of this bed."

"Good there are so many things I wanna do to you."

"Uhhh, yes...yes.....yes......fuck yes. Harder baby me cum."

Reaching for her clit with my thumb, I worked three fingers inside her making her arch her back into my body bringing us even closer. This was the moment I knew I would never need anyone else. Just as I was cumming she bit down on my shoulder forcing pleasure and my attention elsewhere from where her fingers were reeking havoc on my body. Her free hand digging into the skin on my back. I never thought I would like it rough but damn me to hell I hope she leaves her mark somewhere. 

I rested on top of her body as she pulled her hand from my pussy, bringing it to her lips. She was one sexy woman sucking those fingers, cleaning my juices off. Curling my own fingers forward she placed those same fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them like it was her clit. She pulled them out and pulled my head forward, kissing me with force and a hunger I had yet to see. I thrust into her pussy and touched that wonderful spot. I stroked her insides and a few moments later my hand and knee were soaked. 

I held still within her waiting for her to calm down, every so slightly moving my fingers, feeling her body twitch with every movement. As I smiled at her, I was having a power trip making her body twitch with every touch, it was wrong oh so wrong but it felt so good at the same time. 

"Stop baby."

"I don't want to stop, I wanna make sure my first impression on your pussy is perfect. I'll see you soon." 

I forced myself out of her embrace and she turned her body sideways.

"Oh baby you obviously don't know me well enough do you?"

"Why do you say that?" She was laughing thinking she was hiding from me, hiding her pleasure zone. I got her to roll onto her stomach by tickling her sides, leaving that gorgeous ass exposed. 

"You must have never caught me staring at your ass, because or else you would have never left this perfect asssssssset exposed to me." I straddled her legs not letting her turn around.

"Fuck! What are you gonna do?" She was laughing but she knew she was in for it. 

I laid my body on top of hers, stretching her hands to the side. I kissed and nibbled on her ear, as she moaned and wiggled herself underneath me, allowing pressure to stimulate my already sensitized clit. 

"I...my love...." (bit her neck) "am gonna show you" (licked the spot I had bit) "how much I love you." (bit her other ear) "You.." (bit her neck, grinding down on her ass spreading my juices onto her body) "are going to be loved.." (kissed my way down her back) "all" (kissed each cheek) "day" (licked from the bottom of her slit to the top) "long."

Her moans of pleasure were my sign to continue.

I slid down her body and stood at the edge of the bed. I kissed my way up her legs from her ankles, up her calf, up her thigh, to the curve of her assets, into her crack up down and back across the other curve down her legs. As I worked my way across her body her legs slightly parted. Then I licked and bit a similar path over her legs and backside. Getting close to her pussy, her legs again parted a little more for me. 

This time I knelt between her thighs. 

"That's as far as you're gonna get Doll." She tried to use a serious tone. 

"Of course my love I understand." I feigned indifference.

I started at her neck this time kissing all of her back down to her delicious globes, gently kneading them with my hands and again her legs parted just a bit more as I spread my knees with them. I started tracing her back lightly with my fingertips alternating by using my nails, and I saw goosebumps start to form. I massaged and caressed her body and she started to squirm, unknowingly opening herself up to me. 

As I continued to caress, lick and kiss her body I willed her body to not only open up to me but for her to lift herself of the bed and onto her hands and knees. I tried to avoid removing any skin to skin contact, allowing her too much time to think about what I was doing. I slipped underneath her and dropped my legs to hang of the bed as I worked my upper body between her legs. I did one full sweep of her pussy lips with my tongue, holding her ass not allowing her to move. I was only able to sneak in because her eyes were closed. When she realized what was going on she had a beautiful smile across her face. 

"I better be careful with you. You have this way of sneaking up on me, first my heart then my pussy." 

"Sit up for me and go for a ride. I'm not sneaky you know, I told you I was gonna show you how much I loved you. It's not my fault you didn't believe me." 

She sat up and rested herself on my abdomen. She grabbed my hands and entangled our fingers. 

"As for your heart well I'd have to say you're pretty sneaky yourself because from the day we met you took little bits of it. I was lost when you weren't around me because you had my heart baby, you always have and always will."

She had tears in her eyes and I wondered if I had said something wrong or if they were tears of joy. She leaned down and kissed me, moaning when she tasted herself on my lips. She sat up again and pinched my nipples.

"Don't make me cry. You have a lot of making up to do for that." She was smiling."

"Don't bull shit baby just tell me 'I want you to eat my pussy'." She laughed and tweaked my nipples harder, I was smiling. I just wanted to lighten the mood. "I promise Sugar, with me, you'll never shed another tear of sadness or pain because of me. Now mount up and let me show you how your pussy deserves to be treated."

"With pleasure." She sat up and damn it felt good to taste her again. 

She was so wet, licking one lip then the other. I looked up and her eyes were closed as she bit her bottom lip. Fuck she was sexy. I cradled her breast in one hand and held her ass to me with the other. She tasted so good, she held herself up and opened her pussy completely to me. Licking her juices from her lips, I worked my tongue from her cute little ass to her clit, circling around her clit but staying away. 

She started working her hips to my rhythm, she wanted control but I knew she just wanted release. So she brought her clit down to my lips and I sucked her button into my mouth. She collapsed forward holding herself up by her hands. 

"Are you ok?" A muffled 'mmmhhhhmmmm' was all I could offer to reassure her that I was right where I loved to be. 

Bringing both hands to her ass I held her down onto me and sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue in circular, sideways and back and forth motions making her body jerk and spasm. She was close and I wanted everything she had to give. I thrust two fingers into her slippery tunnel, looked for her sweet spot and a loud 'FUCK' from her mouth was music to my ears. 

She gushed all over me and like a starving woman I drank up her juices. Her body jerked every time I took a long swipe, actually no matter what I did she jerked and twitched. I let go of her and she rolled onto her back. I got up and went to drink my cup of coffee noticing we had been together for the past two hours making sweet love on my bed, not to mention the juicy wet spots. I was so busy finishing my cold coffee, I almost spit it out when she reached over and licked my mound.

"My turn to eat, get on this bed. Now!"

"First we talk beautiful." I sat on the edge of the bed and she straddled my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered as she licked my earlobe.

"No, I want breakfast " She was pouting and kissing my neck.

"Please baby?" 

"Only if I can sit here while we talk."

"Deal. Were your serious when you said that you didn't plan on ever being with anyone else?" She blushed and hid her face in the crook of my neck.

"I'm sorry but I was."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Maybe I was being too forward?"

"Look at me beautiful." When those big brown eyes looked at me, she had tears in her eyes.

"For three years we hid our true feelings for each other and now that I know, I'm not holding back. I'm in love with you Sugar. I have been since day one. You complete me in a way no one ever has. You make everything better when you're around. I haven't had one successful relationship since we met, because none of the girls were you. In my eyes you're perfect just the way you are, you don't have to change for me and it would be an honor to have you by my side. I promise to treat you right baby each and every day."

"Promise me you won't change, that you'll continue to be my best friend. Promise me that you'll never take me for granted. That's all I want, for you to be the same person you are now, the person I fell in love with. The person who has always appreciated me. Please baby can you promise me that."

"I promise baby, I'll always be your best friend before anything. I'll be the person you fell in love with."

"Then I promise to love you forever and ever." As her lips touched mine, I couldn't help but moan as it sent an instant bolt of pleasure through out my body. I pulled her to me, holding that glorious ass that was now mine. I would never have to share her with anyone. Her tongue inside my mouth searching for something, anything, it could have everything it found. 

"We should probably go eat something before we go again, Love." I pulled away as we took a quick breath. 

"Say it Again." She held my face in her hands. 

"Love." I bit her lip.

"Mmmm, I love the sound of that baby."

"Come on get dressed baby, I'll take you to lunch." She pushed me back onto the bed, with a wicked grin. 

"But, Baby it's cold outside."



Baby, It's Cold Outside



1974 was Rick's first Christmas away from home, and he was feeling a bit down. He'd stayed home, in Baltimore, Maryland, for his first year in college, but his mother hadn't been able to hack the expenses of even a junior college, although she could afford to go gambling in Las Vegas for Christmas this year, and reality set in that he needed more money to get through college than he now had access to. Reality also was that he'd have to earn the money on his own. If he had a dad, although, of course, there'd been a sperm provider somewhere, his mother had never spoken of him. Rick was an "almost" for a soccer scholarship to the state university in College Park. What he'd managed in the year at junior college was to bring his grades up enough to get into the University of Maryland "sometime in the future."

What he needed now, the university coaches had said, was to toughen up more. More muscle mass. College soccer had become a very physical sport. There wouldn't be a spot on the team or a scholarship for him this year, but if he muscled up and trimmed down a little, maybe next year.

And the point remained that he had to get all of this done on his own—with only whatever assets and abilities he himself possessed.

He'd done a good start on the "muscled up and trimmed down" part, so things were looking up for him—if he could get ahead of the ball financially. And where he'd done the muscled-up part was here in Allentown. A buddy of his—a gay buddy; a gay buddy who had tagged Rick out as gay too and had convinced him he was gay, and a gay bottom—had a lead on a gym in Allentown, Pennsylvania, that, yes, catered to gay clients, but that also was looking for a towel boy, especially a good-looking, not too effeminate gay bottom. The job paid pretty well, if you took side work into account, and it provided free use of the gym whenever the towel boy could work it in.

The friend declared that Rick looked like a winner for the job, which flattered Rick. So, he applied for—and got—the job.

Because of his need to quick quick toughen up even more, Rick made the gym his entire life in Allentown. He had a room and bath in the basement of a middle-aged widow's house who gave him a cut rate in exchange for a fuck once a week. Other than the few hours he spent there, he was at the gym the entire time.

The work conditions were fine, and the clientele was friendly—increasingly friendly as he hardened up and trimmed down more—and learned from the other guys working in the gym how to dress right, cut his hair right, and how to shave his chest and legs and trim his pubes stylishly. Increasingly, the side work offers came, but he was pretty busy most of the time and they weren't coming from the men he was most attracted to. He needed the extra money, though, so there was a blow job here and a quick fuck in the shower or the private rooms they offered at the gym there, and he was able to put aside an extra $150 or so a week.

All very impersonal so far; something he could handle and not get emotionally involved in. Just using his assets to move along the plan.

What attracted him were the thirty-something, self-confident, handsome and cut businessmen who came in and Leon, a black farm team football player with a magnificent physique, who was always working to make his body even more perfect.

The businessmen seemed to be out of Rick's league, though, and the arousal factor and massiveness of Leon scared Rick shitless, so he kept to the older businessmen who had money. Both Leon's musculature and dangerous look—not to mention how Rick saw the man hanging in the showers—provided a mix of arousal and fear. Feeding that were the whispers Rick overheard between the attendants. "Have you done the big black, Leon, yet? Ooolala, you haven't been fucked until you've been fucked by Leon."

The younger guys working out at the gym who were closer to Rick's age mostly didn't have money and wanted it for free. When Rick was really horny—like when he'd watched Leon work out—he'd sometimes give it to the young guys for free, but not often—and never twice, without a big tip. He didn't have the time or energy to get involved with anyone who wasn't going to pay for it.

It was getting around the gym that Rick would sometimes suck a man's cock or take his cock for a price. And one of the masseurs was teaching Rick to give sports massages—which, at this gym, could easily include a blow job, a quick ride, and a big tip. The longer Rick worked there, the better he looked to the clients—and the higher the price he could demand. It also meant the more he was drifting into being a rent boy. Athletic, trim, blond, young men were in high demand.

Rick had only recently turned twenty. He could have passed for eighteen.

* * * *

"Hi, Rick. It is Rick, isn't it?"

Rick looked up from where he was working at the gym's reception desk.

"Um, yes, I'm Rick. Hello, umm, Mr. . . .?"

It was one of the thirty-something businessmen types. One of the better-looking ones—by far. Dark haired, the hair cut so that a lock drooped fetchingly over his forehead in a studied effort at "ah shucks." There was nothing else ah shucks about him, though. He'd come off the exercise floor and was just in running shorts and sneakers. Those looked first class expensive, and the running shorts fit him like a glove, showing a distinct bulge. Great musculature and a deep tan. Almost swarthy looking. Italian, maybe. Fetching perpetual five-o'clock shadow on his cheeks and chin. Not an ounce of fat on him. Black curly hair swirling around huge aureoles, plump nipples that really stuck out, and the curly hair running down his sternum and flat belly and into his pubes, the top edge of which showed above the dipped waistline of his shorts.

Rick went hard just looking at him. He fancied the man was hard himself. Definitely out of Rick's league. But the guy knew his name.

"I'm Winston," the man said, flashing a million-dollar smile.

Of course you are, Rick thought. You probably even own the cigarette company. Definitely out of his league.

"Hi, Mr. Winston."

"No, Winston's my first name. I'm new here. Live over in Bethlehem."

Ah, the better part of the area, east of Allentown, the two cities having grown together. A bit far to come for a gym. But then this wasn't just any gym. This was a gay clientele gym. And a cruising gym at that. So Winston was probably gay. That didn't make Rick's cock go down any.

"I'm told you haven't been here for long either," Winston was saying. "Don't come from Allentown, then?"

"No, my family's in Baltimore." No reason to tell him that his mother was the only family he had and that she said she was going to Las Vegas to gamble for Christmas.

"So," as if Winston had been reading his thoughts, "you got anything going for Christmas Eve? It's just a couple of days away."

"No, other than coming here and working out."

"You look like you've worked out real well already."

Rick's T-shirt and short shorts, the uniform of the gym staff, let Winston know that he was in really good shape.

"The gym here did that for me. And you have to be in good shape to work here."

"I've noticed that," he answered. "It's good incentive for sluggards like me to get in shape."

"You look like you're in great shape to me, Mr. . . . ah . . . Winston." Rick wasn't buttering the man up. He looked like he could do an International Male layout with pride. Rick had seen hot models in this guy's age bracket in the International Male mail-order catalog. Clearing his throat, Rick continued. "I'm trying to get on a university soccer team. Coaches told me I had to toughen up more. That's why I took this job."

"Ah, soccer. Just now entering college?"

"No sir, I'm just twenty. Had a year of junior college and now trying to get into the university on a soccer scholarship."

"Ah, twenty. I would have guessed eighteen. And money's tight, I'll bet."

"You bet right. But glad to have met you." The attendants weren't paid to do a lot of chitchat with the clients, although Rick was reluctant to let this one go. Maybe he'd meet him in one of the private rooms someday. Maybe the guy would like to buy a sports massage. But, again, the man definitely was out of his league.

"Say, if you don't have anything better going for you, I'm having a small party for a few of the guys here at the gym at my house on Christmas Eve. You might drop in. We'll have a lot of fun."

"Thanks for the invite. Can't drop in much of anywhere, though—and not as far away as Bethlehem. No wheels." It wasn't uncommon that he didn't have a car. He'd rarely been in one. It was the mid seventies. His usual wheels were a city or a Greyhound bus.

"Well, of course you haven't. Leon—you know, the big black bruiser football player—is coming. I'm sure he'd be happy to give you a ride."

Yeah, Rick knew Leon all right. His dick gave another lurch at the very mention of Leon giving him a ride. But his scare meter went up a notch too. Rick's dick won out, though. "Yeah, well, if Leon can give me a ride, then maybe."

* * * *

"But, baby, it's cold outside." Winston was singing the line.

"Eh, what?" Rick asked.

He felt trapped in the corner of the long sofa, facing a frenetically flashing Christmas tree that was bigger than Rick's room that he paid for largely with a weekly fuck. Winston was sitting close to him, his arm on the back of the sofa behind Rick. Leon was sitting across from them, next to the Christmas tree, hunched down in a club chair, looking intense and a bit mean, but probably with no intent to.

Winston was shirtless and in some sort of loose lounging pants just for Christmas, all green and red and white in some abstract Christmas tree design. He'd met them at the door that way. Barefoot too. He had a gold medallion on a gold chain around his neck—something he didn't wear in the gym. His nipples were standing out hard, long, and thick in the center of his large aureoles and peeking out of the swirling black curls on his chest. The trim and pattern of the chest hair swirl was so perfect that Rick thought the guy must groom it. Again, Rick's thought went back to "International Male model."

From looking at the erect nipples, Rick knew the man must be hard elsewhere too. Rick hadn't really been fooled what this party was about, but he'd expected several more men, which he'd thought—probably foolishly—would be some sort of protection.

"You keep saying you should leave or you have to go. But Leon doesn't seem ready to go. And look outside. There's a blizzard out there. You really don't want to go out in that. You can stay for one more drink."

One more drink is going to dissolve a blizzard? Rick wondered. He didn't really have a choice, but he was going to find that one or more drinks could cover a multitude of sins.

It had been snowing when Leon picked him up at the gym in his truck. Rick had said that maybe it wasn't a good night to try to go to a party over in Bethlehem, but Leon had been insistent. Leon could be insistent with just a look in his eyes.

Rick had already felt he hadn't dressed warm enough. Just a leather jacket over tight jeans and a T, with sockless sandals. Not even any underwear. He'd known from the beginning what sort of party this was going to be. But it was Christmas Eve and he was lonely. And thinking of Leon and Winston and any number of other guys from the gym who would be at the party had made him horny. And scared. He was thinking gangbang, yes, but probably not of him. He was just a towel boy. Some guy would probably just do him against the wall in a hallway, while Leon and Winston were in on a gangbang of someone more desirable and experienced in the other room.

But when he got to Winston's house and three drinks later, it still was just Winston, Leon, and him.

Leon hadn't said much on the way over from Allentown. He'd established Rick's age, of course, and made the usual remark Rick had come to expect about looking younger than that. He had asked about relatives and about Rick's Christmas and New Years plans—and he'd made clear to Rick that he was gay, no surprise to Rick, and an exclusive top, no surprise to Rick either—but after a while the snow had required his full attention in navigating the increasingly slick streets. He'd done no more than grunted at Rick's several suggestions that they turn back.

As sort of a hint, Rick asked Leon if he lived alone, but Leon hadn't answered that. It certainly wouldn't do for Rick to bring anyone home with him in a snowstorm.

Rick's mind had wandered, though, to thoughts of them getting stuck in a snow bank and Leon doing him here in the truck cab, with the radio playing cheery Christmas carols. That thought had held over until they reached Winston's place, a large ground-floor apartment in an imposing old town house in the old part of Bethlehem, the area all lit up and decorated for Christmas as would be expected in a town named what it was and inhabited by rich, competitive people.

The thought of Leon doing him in the truck cab held until they arrived, so, of course, Rick was hard inside his tight jeans—and of course Winston had seen that right off and, no doubt, decided from the get go that Rick was going to let Winston lay him.

Everything Winston was doing was operating from that premise.

"You don't want to go yet," Winston said. "Not sure you and Leon can even go now until morning. Does that upset you?"

"Probably means the other guys won't make it here for the party either," Rick answered, evasively. "You said you were having some of the guys from the gym over for the party."

"I said a few. There are three of us. Leon, you, and me. That's a few of the guys from the gym."

He didn't actually say he hadn't invited anyone else, but Rick got the message that they weren't expecting anyone else. "Well, if Leon thinks we can still—"

"You know, you have a perfectly shaped mouth," he said, interrupting. He moved a finger to Rick's lips and rubbed across them. Instinctively, Rick let his lips open, and Winston pressed a thumb inside. They held there for a few seconds.

"Are you going to let me kiss you?"

"Yes," Rick answered in a low, trembly voice. Not in his best diction, though, with a man's plump thumb in his mouth. What could he say? Winston was a god compared to what Rick usually dealt in. And who was he kidding? He knew he'd come here to be fucked. He knew from the way Winston had been acting since they'd arrived that the man was going to do more than just kiss him. And there was Leon sitting over there in that club chair next to the blinking Christmas tree too. Unless he was just a watcher, Rick knew he was going to more than kiss him too. Rick had actually dreamed about it in the truck on the way over.

Coming out of the long, sensual kiss, Winston resumed tracing the curve of Rick's lips with the thumb that had already been inside. "Such beautiful lips. You know what else those beautiful lips would be great for?"

"What?"

Winston's free hand pulled a thick wallet out from somewhere in his loose lounge pants. He slapped it down on the coffee table in front of them. The snap almost made Rick waken from the lethargy the strong drinks had floated him into, but not quite.

The wallet was thick with bills. Winston obviously wanted Rick to see that it was. He opened it with his fingers and took two fifties out, laying them side by side on the coffee table.

"I'll bet those beautiful lips of yours give divine blow jobs. The guys at the gym tell me you give good blow jobs. First me and then Leon over there."

Winston's hands went to the back of Rick's head and guided him down as Rick turned in the sofa and sank to his knees between Winston's spread legs. Somehow the man's fly had gotten open already, and a long, long, long—not terribly thick—but really long and erect cock was curving up from a trimmed, curly haired black bush.

When Rick was done with Leon's cock too—with Leon sitting mostly impassive but grunting his pleasure—Rick moved his jaw around to make sure he still could do it. Leon was hung like a horse—or something larger, although Rick couldn't think what. Rick had known he was from the peeking he'd done in the shower room at the gym. He looked over to Winston who was busy laying out several lines of white powder on a sheet of paper on the coffee table.

When Winston looked up, he motioned Rick back to the corner of the sofa. "A jaw-breaking giant, isn't he?" he asked with a smile. He didn't wait for a reply, though. He was crowding Rick into the corner of the sofa again, pulling Rick's T-shirt over his head and, after a deep kiss on the mouth, moving his mouth down Rick's smooth chest, while he unsnapped and unzipped Rick's jeans and flared the fly open.

"Um, came for more than giving blow jobs, didn't we?" he murmured as he discovered that Rick wasn't wearing briefs. Rick threw he head back over the arm of the sofa, gasped for breath, and moaned, as Winston sucked hard on his bulb and then glided his lips down the shaft and started to suck Rick off. Rick drifted off into wonderland, moving his hips slowly against Winston's face. The blow job was maybe the most expert one he'd ever had. He was absorbing pointers left and right.

When Winston was done, he sat up on the sofa and looked over at Leon. "Want a snort?" he asked.

Leon demurred with a shake of his head, not changing expression at all. He was trouserless now, though, his huge dong arching out between his spread legs, drooping toward the floor from the heaviness of the bulb.

"You?" Winston asked Rick, turning to him. "It's Christmas. A snowy Christmas present for you?"

Rick, his head already in a muddle, sank to his knees at the table and took the paper straw Winston was handing him.

* * * *

Winston was leaning over Rick's torso in the corner of the sofa. Rick was naked now. Winston was still wearing his lounge pants, but his cock, throbbingly erect, was jutting out of them. Rick had only snorted one line, which was making it hard for him to concentrate. Thus far Winston had snorted two, with negligible effect. Rick hadn't done anything but pot before, and rarely that. It was out of his price range and had always been supplied by someone who was going to lay him.

That was exactly what was happening now. Winston was getting ready to lay Rick. He'd just pulled four hundred-dollar bills out of his fat wallet and stuffed the money in the pocket of Rick's jeans, now puddled on the floor between the front of the sofa and the coffee table. The money for the blow jobs had already been stuffed in a jeans pocket. Winston went out of his way to show that he was paying for this.

"Two hundred for me; the other two hundred for Leon when I'm done. Anything we want."

He started slow, lifting Rick's long, finely muscled right leg that had been trapped between Winston's side and the back of the sofa and kissing and licking up Rick's leg, whispering to him how nice and long the leg was. Rick watched him with a glazed smile on his face while Winston kissed and sucked his toes.

Rick thought they'd reached the main event when Winston turned him over sideways in the sofa, his knees pushing into the cushions under the sheet Winston had covered the end of the sofa with to keep the sofa clean. Rick's chest rested on the cool leather of the sofa arm. He let his head and arms hang down over the side. He was so mellowed out, despite what he anticipated was going to happen now, that he could have dozed off.

He might have dozed off, if Leon hadn't appeared at the side of the couch, lifting Rick's head by the hair, and presented his cock for sucking while Winston ran his hands over Rick's buttocks, spread the butt cheeks, and blew on Rick's hole.

Winston wasn't ready to mount him yet. His lips and tongue went to Rick's asshole and Winston started to open the young blond up. Rick moaned, a moan that segued into a deep groan, muffled by Leon's thick staff moving in and out of his open mouth, as Winston grabbed and squeezed, rolled, and distended Rick's balls while he rimmed his asshole.