12 comments/ 62929 views/ 51 favorites What a Mistletoe Can Do By: TheIncognito "Oh my gosh, Addy!" She screamed when I opened the door. There she stood, wearing a overly thick thermal coat, huge pants that looked like you could have your own heating unit kept in there, and some earmuffs that hung from her neck. "Gah, you still calling me Addy, Laila?" I chuckled and gave her a signal to come in as I picked up her bags. "Damn! You do know you're only going to be here for a week and not two months, right?" Those bags were so heavy compared to what I expected it to be. I always wondered about that with women. Every single trip or vacation meant bring the closet., then you look at men's bag and find a pair of jeans and two shirts and maybe three boxers. "Hush!" Laila busted out laughing and she closed the door. "Brrr! That was one hell of a walk up here. It is so cold out there! My teeth were chattering so hard, my vision blurred! Ya know, black people and cold don't go together? I must be one crazy girl doing this." That made me laugh so hard I couldn't carry her bags any further without tripping. "Haha, I'm just kidding!...But no, seriously...And Addy, don't I get a hug? It's been a few years." Smiling, I turned to her and gave her a friendly hug. She still seemed to wear the same perfume, Lucky. It smelled really feminine, something that I thought she would never be. It felt like it was forever since I had seen her, hell it was forever and we lived in the same city! Laila was such a relief to be around too with her comments, crazy sense of humor, and her acts of kindness; you don't find too many friends like that anymore. Even her slightly rasped voice was calming now; I hadn't seen her in about four years and she looked so much different by the few brief moments of her being at the cabin. She and my sister, Candace, had been best friends since pre-k. Now twenty years old and grown, she pretty much still acted the same way, obviously. Being the big brother, I usually took on the role of annoying the hell out of them both back then but Laila was a true friend and was there for Candace when no else could be, so I never really messed with her too much. Then again, I never knew anything about Laila as well. I was kind of nosy remembering the first time I asked Candace about Laila's life and Candace deserted me so fast to avoid the question. Pft. Girls and their secrets. Anyways, the last time I saw Laila, she wore huge grandma glasses and baggy clothes that never accentuated her body. She was okay looking but nothing else. "I'll go set your bags in your room. Kitchens 'round the left. Fix yourself some hot chocolate and get warmed up or something." I gathered my composure again and went up the stairs with her luggage to the bedroom two doors down from mine; I knew for a fact that Candace would want a room beside me and Laila. It took me a bit to tidy up her room, I wasn't expecting her to be here so early. In fact, she's was whole day early for the vacation. Before I started cleaning up, I went to the mirror in the room and made sure I looked decent. I thought for a guy who is twenty-five, I looked pretty damned good. I was white, about 6"3', dark brown hair that was cut short, green eyes, bushy eyebrows. The face is clear, luckily, so no problems with acne. I had braces when I was a kid to make my teeth awesome, so my smile usually is what gets attention. I loved working out, I was pretty buff, not body builder buff, but close enough. I liked being able to pick women up and get a little rowdy when we would have sex; it turned me on knowing that I could still have more control, strength wise at least. Tangled hair and tangled sheets were what I loved waking up to the next morning. Anyways, I ran my fingers through my hair a few times and headed to the door. Candace got tired of calling everyone all the time during college and life itself so she came up with a plan to get us all together, kind of like a reunion. It would be me, Laila, Candace, and Mark, Candace's boyfriend. My parents thought it was a great idea and rented out a cabin where your sweat pretty much froze before it left a pore. This would be the first Christmas away from home without Mom and Dad but they were probably ecstatic to have a Christmas alone and to themselves. I was just hoping it wasn't going to be awkward because I know that Laila used to have a huge crush on me back in high school. Yeah, I know it was a really long time ago, but we never settled the matter. I just wasn't attracted to her at the time and I was sex hungry those years. I didn't want to come in between Candace and Laila, and Laila was and still is too sweet to turn her into a sex nymph for my likings. It just never happened back then, but she seemed to have been over it so by all means, let's not mention it. After I had gotten her room looking okay about twenty minutes later, I walked back downstairs and into the kitchen where, unexpectedly, I didn't find her. "Um, Laila? Where are you?" I took off into the living room and saw Laila passed out on the couch. I could hear these faint little huffs of air leaving her lungs and I was tickled. "That tired, huh?" I asked to myself. I left and returned with one of the cabins thick blankets and fanned it over her. As I did this, I looked at her once more. She was on her side, giving a view of her profile. Laila's hands were both between her legs, in a fetal position, trying to keep her body warm. She didn't look the same at all. In fact...she was...beautiful. Weird. She had her short bob hairdo colored jet black that complimented her facial structure, eyes that were softly closed with eyelashes so naturally long, high cheekbones, small pinched nose, and nice, full lips filled in with a sparkly lip gloss. And all of this went in a beautiful contrast against her brown skin. I don't know how long I stared in awe, but apparently I guess I was there too long because eventually Laila opened up her eyes, directed at mine. She jumped up extremely quick, "Whoa, what? I fell asleep?" "Yeah," I replied awkwardly. I thought to myself, please don't say anything, please don't say anything. "Wow...I must've been---," while yawning, "really beat. I guess a nap wouldn't hurt but I shouldn't take one right now." She twisted her body forward and sat up. She gently rubbed her left eye, I guess getting rid of the sand from her eyes. "I saw you down here and, uh, came back with the covers. Thought you might've been a bit chilly." "Oh, thanks!" She slid the covers off her legs, "But I was actually kind of burning up. I think that huge hill I had to walk up to get her finally took its toll after you went upstairs. It was that cold, hot feeling. You no what I mean?" "Um..." I just grinned and slowly shook my head. Laila just chuckled. "Gah, you never know what I mean, silly." She stood up and started walking towards the stairs to her room. "Which room is mine? I'm going to go change into something that's not soaked with melted snow." I showed her where her room was and she walked into the room and turned around only to say, "I'll be back down in a few! I'll take you up on that hot chocolate. I might get cold by the time I change.." "Sure thing. Then we can talk about what has been going on with each other." I must've been really out of it to think about how different she looks. Why am I noticing this now? Those were the first two sentences to appear in my head after I walked back. It annoyed me, made me wish she didn't get here early, because then maybe I wouldn't have noticed her. But I had an entire day to gawk at her. I took two mugs and filled it with some warm water and then put them in the microwave to make sure it was hot and not just lukewarm. As the microwave went off, I took out two packs of hot chocolate mix and set the on the table. I heard Laila's shoes hit the steps as she began to head towards the kitchen. My back was turned towards her, as I was getting the mugs out. When I turned around, I almost did a double take. Laila looked...good. Really good. She was messing with her phone, probably went through texts. Her eyes looked down at her screen, and I looked down her body. She was amazingly slim, fit. She wore a creamy off-white long sleeved sweater that went down as a V, exposing a sexy amount of cleavage. My eyes continued further down and saw her skinny black jeans that seemed like they hugged her ass tightly and a pair of black boots. Why was she standing out to me so much now? I looked at her face as she smiled from a text, I assumed. Her smile was near perfect. Amazing white straight teeth, her high cheekbones stretched upwards, making her entire face edible. I cleared my throat and she glanced up at me. "Oh, hey! So hot chocolate?" Hell yeah, I thought. "Yeah! Just have a seat at the table, I'll bring the cups and water." "Cool. Thanks again for making me some. It is a bit chilly now that I have all those layers of clothes off." She walked over to the table and took a seat. Her eyes looked up at me and twinkled. I thought I was starting to have a small crush on her and I hadn't even sat down with her to talk. I picked up the cups and headed towards the table and set them down with two spoons held between my fingers. I pulled out my chair and slid to her her water and let out a heavy sign as I begun mixing my drink to perfection. Laila reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a small container. "Sorry, I have to take my birth control monthly. I can forget easily so I'm doing it now. Sorry if that's weird for you." I shook my head and tried to change the subject. "So! What made you come a day early? Not that I have a problem with it, I'm just curious." "Well, Candace was supposed to be here tomorrow, I was going to get here early and fool her into thinking I wasn't going to be able to come. And then I could surprise her. And...I got the dates mixed up too, ha. But I knew you would probably be here a few days before, so no camping outside for me tonight, thankfully. But I don't know if I'll trick Candace, I know she would probably cry. So I just text her saying I was already here waiting for her slow ass to get here." "Ah, I see." "So, how have you been? Life? Relationships? Blah, blah, blah?" "Um, well not much. Still working. Still selling houses and giving tours. I make enough money to afford a condo, I live by myself of course. I've had a few relationships, one was serious, but she left me for another asshole who made a little bit more money than me." "No way! What a bitch..." She glanced up at me. "Oh, sorry. I guess I shouldn't judge her like that, I don't even know her." "No," I replied. "Oh...I didn't know---" "No. She was a bitch." We laughed a for a good few minutes talking about my life, but mostly what a terrible person my ex was. I didn't mention this, but she taught me so much with sex. What a woman liked, how she liked to be touched, when she liked being dominated or controlled. Unfortunately, I hadn't had anyone since her to sex up at all. "Well, what about you, Laila? What's your story?" "Hmm," she sat her hot chocolate down on the table and smiled back at me with those stunning eyes, "Hm. I have no story, Addy. Same ol' same ol'. Living with two people back in Texas, one of which is my ex. He cheated on me so I left him. He was alright as a boyfriend but an asshole after the ordeal and still continues to be. Still working towards my design major. Umm, That is pretty much it." "What of the other roommate?" "Oh! Sandy. She's super sweet in person and a freak when she parties, a bit much for me sometimes." "Haha, there is no way that is all that has been happening in your life!" I said. She laughed and retaliated. "Yes it is! Don't be mad you never talked to me before now." There was a pause. "Why...did I never talk to you before now? You seem really nice to talk to and stuff." "I don't know, Addy." She looked down at the table and her smile slowly started to fade. "What? What's wrong?" I asked, getting confused. "---Nothing." "Nothing is always something Laila. Tell me." It appeared that it took her forever to sum up was she was trying to say. "Well, Addy...I had a really big crush on you from the time you started high school til almost the first year of college for you." "What? No way!" I was so, so shocked, I couldn't know how to reply to that statement. I knew she had a crush on me, but for that long? "Well...wow...umm---" Laughing, "It's okay, it was a really long time ago and we're both adults now. I just never thought you were interested in me, that's all. I told Candace on accident and didn't want her to tell you so she said she wouldn't; Candace has a bug mouth sometimes." "Oh, that explains why she never answered." "Answered what?" "Oh, nothing." "Hm, well anyways Mr.-Nothing-is-Always-Something," shrugging her shoulders, "I was pretty fascinated with everything you did back then. You were the first guy I had ever wanted to kiss. I had always thought what it would feel like." She glanced at me and I felt like I was in a hold by her look she gave me. "But, I was in middle school. Cheesy, right?" I didn't break the hold that we had up but I pulled up a smile and simply replied to her, "No, not at all." Laila's eyes got bigger and she pulled her look away from me and cleared her throat. "Well. Thanks for the, um, tea, I mean, hot chocolate. It was really good, but I think my pillow is calling me name." "No problem, I enjoyed catching up, really. It's nice to finally know more about you personally." "Yeah, same here." I got up when she did and grabbed her cup, "One second, I'll walk you back to your room, I'm going to take a nap too." As I rinsed out the dishes, I looked over my shoulder to where she stood. Above her head was a mistletoe, and she was completely unaware of it being there. Being sneaky and coy, the dishes were put up and my body started going towards hers. We both stood under the doorway and she raised an eyebrow. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?" I cleared my throat and pointed a finger up at the mistletoe. "It seems we are under a mistletoe." Blushing, "Addy...no." She laughed and began to walk away. I touched her shoulder and she stopped in her tracks. Once I was in front of her again, I leaned down and placed a small kiss onto her cheek. Her eyelids remained towards the floor, her lashes elongated. "C'mon, I'll walk you to your room." The walk to her door had to have been the longest travel in my life. The tension built up. "Alright, um, thanks. I'm just going to sleep for two hours. It's only about 11:00A.M." "Right. Well I'll see you in two hours, I guess." I guided myself away from her and to my room. "But, Laila?" She stuck her head out her door and glanced down the hall to me. "Yeah?" "Just for the record, I really don't think it was cheesy." That was the last thing I said to her before shutting myself up in my room to sleep. Before I started to doze off, I kept thinking about that peck on the cheek. I wish I could know her better, start something new. Maybe I should've gave her a peck on the lips, but that wouldn't be friendly, right? Well, it is only the first day with her being here and everyone else should be here tomorrow. What was the worst that could've happened? _____________________ A loud rumble woke me up out of my sleep. I flew out the bed when my phone was buzzing. I picked it up, "Hello? Hello?" "Addison Lemack?" "Yeah?" "Lemack, this is Mr. Roy coming from the base of the cabin resort. This is an emergency. An avalanche is heading towards your cabin right now." "Shit! Well We can run down---" "---NO! You'd never make it to your car. It's too far. Stay inside the house. Go into a room with no windows. I know you have one more person there, get her and go now. I'll notify authorities, but this is one hell of an avalanche, the roads will be covered and that's the only what we can find you. We'll get to you before the week is over, when the snow storm ends. Wait it out and do not go near any doors leading outside. This is one of the worst storms we have had here in a long time." I'm not going to lie, but I panicked. This was some shit luck I was having. This was supposed to be a Christmas holiday break, not some tortuous prison. "Damn it, well Mr. Roy, contact my sister and let her know. I will call as soon as possible." I threw my phone on the bed and ran out to get to Laila. I busted through her door and screamed her name, "Laila, get the fuck out of bed, there's an avalanche that's headed our way!" She rose up, screamed when she saw me, and shouted, "What the fuck? Addison get out of my room, I'm half naked!" Of course she didn't hear what just said. I ran to her bed and pulled her arm, "Get up. There's an avalanche and we need to get to the bathroom right now." The lights flickered and went out. Great. I stormed to her bedside and grabbed her. "What?! Avalanche?!" She fell out the bed with the covers wrapped tightly around her body. Hastily, we went into her bathroom for the lack of windows. I shut the door and told her to get in the bathtub. I joined her and she started freaking out, unaware of what was happening. That was one hell of a way of waking up from a nap, I'll tell you that. The rumbling got louder and louder until we could hear the chunks of snow fall and hit the cabin. I could see the light from under the door turn into a shaded, dark area. Laila twisted in fear and held onto me. I held her in my arms, her head against my chest as the entire event occurred. About twenty minutes, we stayed in the same spot without moving. I didn't know when it was safe to get out, and I didn't know if I should. I never heard anything break, so hopefully none of the snow got inside, but it was becoming extremely chilly. I felt Laila start shivering underneath the sheets. I had forgotten she was naked. "Oh shit, you must be freezing. Here, put my shirt on." I unbuttoned and took off my long sleeved shirt and gave it to her. It was pitch black in the room and she fiddled around for me when I pulled away from her. "It's okay, Addison." "Addison? Wow, you must be really shook up to call me my full name. Here. Take the shirt and put it on. I'll even turn away. But please, keep yourself warm." My back was facing her and I heard her sigh and shuffle around as she put the shirt on. I convinced her to stay in the bathroom while I checked out the rest of the house to make sure it was safe, get the generators out, and light some candles. ______________________________________ It was about maybe 6:00P.M. I spent most of the time trying to calm Laila. None of the windows or doors were broken, but I did get some wood planks I found in the basement and nailed the main doors and windows that seemed to be weak. There was no signal, no one ever reached Mr. Roy again. I turned on the first generator. Each generator lasted about sixteen hours on about seven gallons of fuel. Balancing that between the candles, we should have been fine. I sat on the couch in the living room while Laila paced back and forth. She was still wearing my shirt, but had just put some black sweat pants on. Despite her worry, she looked really good in my shirt. After while I spoke up. "Sit down," I told her in the most serious voice I could summon. She sat.. "Look, we will be alright. The snow storm will pass in a few days. I know we're trapped here, but we have to keep this off our minds right now, right? She looked away from me. "No, but I know you want me to," she said back, I saw the fear almost burst from her. I hated that this had to happen to us, but her mostly. I wanted to make sure she would be safe and I would comfort her when she felt scared. She was so delicate at this moment that she could have had a mental breakdown if I wasn't there to keep her calm. What a Mistletoe Can Do "Really?" There was a pause. "Look at me, Laila." "I can't. What if we don't make it out?" Her eyes were tearing up and she continued to look down. I pulled her close to me and raised my hand to her face. My hand softly grabbed her cheek and I brought her eyes to mine. "How long have you known me? Your entire life almost. I know we never talked much back then, but you know who I am regardless. I won't let anything happen to us." For that exact moment, I wanted to kiss her. She was so vulnerable and weak and I was so strong and she needed me. She was in my embrace and I was so close to her glossy lips. I smelled Lucky and it made my insides twist from its intoxication. "Sorry, Addy. I'm just...scared. This was unexpected, and there is nothing that could take my mind off of this; we don't even have a phone signal to call our friends and family," she said. I think she had realized how close we were and she started to move away, which made me extremely disappointed. But then my mind flipped and a light bulb came on. "Well, I know something that could take your mind off of things." Chuckling in disbelief, "Oh, yeah? Like what?" "Remember earlier today? You told me you always wanted to know what it would've been like to kiss me. I would be lying if I told you that I didn't think about what it would've been like to kiss you too. When I gave you that peck on the cheek from the mistletoe, I began to wonder about you." "Oh." Her smile faded and I could tell her face was beginning to flush out. "It's okay! It's not a serious kiss or anything, but just for old times sake and it is a distraction. It wouldn't mean anything." There was another long pause. I knew Laila wanted to, she just had to tell me yes. I just needed her to relax. Think of something else. This kiss thing might be good for me too because then maybe I can get over this small form of a crush I had on her from the beginning of the day. "I don't know." It was the most quiet sentence I had ever heard her say. I wanted to place my hand over her chest and feel her heart beating every which way, but I knew she must've been getting nervous. "There's nothing to worry about," I said quietly. My hands grabbed both side of her face, so smooth and warm. I slowly began pulling her face towards mine. "It's just a kiss." She looked up at me, nervous and curious, and probably wondering what the hell she was doing. What the hell was I doing? Her hands shook as I moved closer. I purposely extended her anxiety to just make her only concentrate on what was about to happen. I looked at her lips and they were mere inches away from mine. "Don't," she looked at me tenderly and a tear rushed down her cheek. "Hush, it will be okay. Trust me." I whispered to her. I ran a thumb down the streak where her tear left her eye and smiled at her. I wanted to run my thumb against her lips and have her tongue stick out and suckle it, but I kept my mind straight. She would never do that. I knew she wanted me to kiss her when she started breathing sporadically and her eyes closed tight, waiting for me. "Look...at me...Laila," I told her, almost in a commanding voice. She opened her eyes, those amazing dark brown eyes. My hands moved to her sides, my fingers gripped her hips as she moved them, edging closer to my mouth with hers. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck. Jolts of excitement surged through my body from her touch. I had no clue anyone's touch could do that. My ex's sure as hell didn't and she was a sex machine. So why did this happen with Laila? Maybe it was getting cold? I could tell she wasn't thinking about the snow storm anymore, but now her nervousness was towards us now. My hands squeezed and let go of her hips and I looked at her eyes again, but this time I didn't break contact. We inched closer and closer together, breathing a little be harder with each inch. Damn, what was the original reason for doing this? "Do it," she whispered even softer. Our noses touched and I grazed my lips over hers once, twice, three times. I licked my lips and tasted the strawberry lip gloss that made her lips look so unforgivable. Unnoticed by me until after I did it, I grunted in a low voice and my heart jumped. I pressed my lips against hers hard. Her mouth tasted like candy, sweet and flavorful. There was no tongue action, just lips. It was as innocent as her, but it still felt nice. I pulled away when I felt her tense up and her eyelashes fluttered against my face. Dead silence that took over the room. I looked at her and began to say something, but I wanted more. That kiss didn't shake the weird feeling she gave me when she first got here, it made me want to kiss her again; to my surprise, she pulled my head back down to hers and said, "That's not a kiss." And then all I could think was, fuck yes. I kissed her once more, but this time I pressed my tongue through. Her tongue gently twirled with mine and her legs shifted. I heard her sigh into my mouth as our tongues mated and I could feel the cool air hit my lips where her mouth was previously. I groaned back when I finally understood why she sighed. It changed the kiss. It changed it good. So, so good. At first, we gave each other that wimpy kiss, but that second attempt at kissing, our mouths became aggressive. I didn't even know how, but it did. I controlled the kiss, but she started groaning as the we went on. I couldn't pull away anymore because then, the kiss began to control me. Hell, I couldn't even control myself! My dick started growing under my pants, throbbed to life. We needed to stop kissing, but I couldn't make myself quit. It felt so good. Then I realized how close we were. Our chests grinded against each others and one of her hands held the back of my head, stroking through my hair. I left my hands at her hips still, fearing what would had happened if I moved them anywhere else. Our tongues were deep now, working together. Her mouth worked mine aggressively, hard, fast, and so good. She tugged at my hair with her hands, pulled down, making my lips drop onto hers harder and harder. Somehow my hands hand moved to her skin and had lifted up her shirt a small amount that just exposed the sides of her body. Fuck, I had to stop...Any further up or down, things were going to get out of hand and my dick would call the shots. I wanted Laila to stop us, stop me, but she didn't. My brain was overpowered by our carnality, like it was sex through just kissing. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed. A few raises up and I could fondle her breasts, a few drops down, I could finger her pussy. This was bad. It was hard. I was hard. I raised my body up, took her with me and eased her down on her back onto couch. I didn't want to stop kissing her. I hovered over and on top of her, controlled her movements and where she went and what she could do. She started grunting as her hands left my neck and head and flowed to my chest where she slowly pushed me away. "Wait, wait, wait." She was gasping for air, I was so turned on and ready to do anything she wanted and everything I wanted. Then bringing me back to reality she quickly looked into my eyes and then down as she reminded me, "Just a kiss, remember? Just a kiss and that's all." __________________ That next morning, Laila stayed up in the room most of the day. I came and got her to eat some lunch, which was ham sandwiches. Eventually we spoke to each other, refrained from bringing up last night, even though it was definitely on my mind. There wasn't much to do but to talk to each other being trapped inside the cabin. We had some laughs, awkward mostly, but all it did was make me get a bigger crush on her. She kept her distance from me and I respected that, but she would not avoid it forever. I had been up all night thinking about what almost happened between Laila and myself. She took off like a bat out of hell when she stopped us, all the way upstairs and into her room. I figured I just should let her have some time to herself. I knew for sure I wasn't expecting the feeling I got when I kissed her, only supposed to be a friendly, cheap kiss and nothing more. Nothing is always something though, right? But when her lips touched mine, I felt something I had never felt before kissing a woman. My wandering mind trailed off into thinking about what could've happened and what would've happened if she didn't run out. I wanted to run up those stairs after her and push her to the bed and kiss her until our jaws fell off, and then strip her clothes off and fuck her senseless to get rid of that urge. I went from having a tedious crush on my sister's best friend, to fucking her in my mind. It sucked. It had to be the time where we were trapped in a cabin, high in the mountains, blocked in by snow, contained only a few generators, and left hanging by one short phone call telling us to wait it out for up to an entire week. I was literally stuck inside a house with a girl that I need to fuck to get the edge off and I knew it was a bad idea. Plus, I could still taste that strawberry lip gloss just teasing me. I thought about what Laila looked like naked. If she was built, or smooth, or curvy. She dominated my mind. As I kept her on my mind, I reached into my boxers and lifted out my dick., pinkish-red, and thick. God, I could just only imagine it sliding in and out of her, my entire eight inches filling her up, going in as far as I could, until my pelvis touched her pussy. Laila, calling my name over and over, asking me to stop as she dug her nails into my back.. My dick rose up and down as I continued my fantasy. I could see her, back arched into my stomach and me pumping into her, holding her to me. She would try to get away, becoming sensitive to each trust, but I hold her down in the position, picking up the pace and her mouth opens up to silently scream. Sweat, pouring off of our bodies, our scents becoming one, her sweet smell of sex indulging me into Nirvana. The faster I pumped into her, the faster I stroked my cock. I looked down at my hand going over the tip of the head, my stomach convulsing inwards as I gave out labored breaths. I needed to come so hard. I was about to too, but then I was interrupted. I heard a knock at my door. Agitated and ready to explode, I regained my composure and pulled my boxers back and over my manhood, being careful not to touch it again. It was so close to release..."Come...in." The door creaked open and there she was, in a satin robe that held a petite body underneath. "Hi." "Hey." She walked inside and held my shirt in her hands. "I just thought I should give you back your shirt before I keep it. It's super cute." She chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Just toss it over by my bags." She threw it over there and then looked unsure as she began to leave the room. "Laila." I stopped her. "What did you really come in here for? Your execution was kinda lame. I could tell. So, what?" "Nothing." I smiled. "Nothing is---" "---always something, I know." She faced me again. The dim lighting gave her a figure of being a siren. Her robe was gold and every step she took, a split on the robe showed off her entire leg, all the way up to her hip bone. It was so sexy. "...Well?" I asked. "Well..." She sighed. "It's extremely cold in my room and there aren't any extra sheets and I just...hate being cold." "Oh! Well then what are you asking me?" "I don't know." "Laila, yeah you do." "I was wondering...if...we...we...if..." "If we could keep each other warm?" "Yeah, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I understand. I just don't really have too much to put on that's comfortable. I didn't bring a 'thermal sleeping robe and jacket.'" I laughed, and turned to my side. I gripped the edge of the covers and pulled them back, "Yeah, c'mon. But I must warn you that I tend to just wear boxers." "Right. Well I have my robe on so it's okay." She glided over towards my bed and I felt like I was about to burst with sexual need. She sat down onto the bed and slid under the covers. Mines were much thicker than her bed sheets so she immediately noticed how warm it was. "It feels so good ." "Wait, what?" "The covers. It's really warm. I love it." "Oh...yeah." Damn. Everything she was starting to say to me was affecting my hard-on. 'It feels so good,' threw me for a spin. I loved hearing her speak after yesterday. Her voice was sultry, calm, and a hit of rasp that kind of put me in a trance, getting distracted by how she said things. "So, do you always where that robe to bed?" "No," she said. "I normally wear nothing to bed." What...the...fuck? Seriously? I couldn't take much more of her. I don't know if she was teasing me on purpose or if she was just answering a simple question, either way, I needed to jerk off and soon or I would be having her pussy doing it for me. "Oh, okay." She laid on one side of my bed on her side, her back facing me, while I laid on my back, hands behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling. I finally nodded off after I started to hear those cute huffs coming from Laila. It wasn't too long before Laila's shaking woke me up, freezing to death. "Laila, are you okay?" "Oh," she said through chattering teeth, "Yeah, just a bit chilly." "Here, I promise I'm not trying to come onto you." Yet. I turned to her backside and placed my arm around her waist. The robe was slightly opened, so my hand was lucky enough to feel her silky skin against mine. She kind of reacted to what I did. "We're going to spoon, okay? It'll keep us both warm." "Okay." I loved how she was almost willing to do anything to just keep warm. I nudged against her back until I could smell her hair and hear her breaths. My other arm went under her neck while I rubbed her stomach and side with the other. Her chattered teeth calmed down and my cock rose up. I knew she could feel it between her ass cheeks. The robe was thin and soft, my dick thick and hard. I could've taken her like that if I wanted to. Just ease up that robe and slide in my rod. I heard the slapping sounds my thighs would make against her ass, me whispering dirty things into her ear as she squirmed and screamed for me to make her hot, make her come... I had to tell her. I had to ask her if we could just fuck. I craved it. Craved her. "Laila," I whispered. "Laila?" I lightly shook her but to no avail, she remained quiet, huffing. Of course she went to sleep...but, maybe it's best If I got mine too. Tomorrow would be another long day to spend plenty of time with each other. __________________________ I woke up to find Laila gone. I rubbed my eyes and looked at my watch. 8:00A.M. I looked at my phone, still no signal. "Damnit." I got out of the bed, just in my boxers and walked to Laila's room. Her door was wide open, but she wasn't there. Yawning, I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where she stood, wearing a very form fitting, long sleeved, black tunic paired with tight blue jeans with some black boots. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The shirt she was wearing had a V cut on the back, so I could see the lines and shapes her back made. "Morning." She snapped around, "Oh, you scared me. G'mornin'. I made some hot chocolate for us. And some hot soup." "Wow. Thanks." I walked into the kitchen where she fully faced me. "Um, aren't you going to put on some clothes? Like a shirt? Pants?" She asked. "I will, afterwards." "Oh, okay." She set the table as I asked her a few questions. "So, did you sleep well?' "Yeah. It was better than me freezing to death in my own bed, that's for sure! See...this is what happens when black people go out into the cold. Avalanches and coldness and cold." We both laughed, releasing some of the tension that had grown between us. "But?" "But what?" "Well you made it seem like there was going to be a 'but' at the end...No pun intended." She made a disgruntled sound. The table was set and we began eating, the soup tasted like canned soup but the hot chocolate felt so nice going down my throat. I wondered if I would get the same feeling if it was Laila's honey going down my throat. My boxers were starting to pitch a tent. "Tell me." I said. "Well...It was a little awkward for me when we started, um, spooning. I just wanted to clear it with you just in case we have to do it again tonight." "Why?" "Well...you were...you know..." "I had an erection?" "Addy! I don't need to hear that." She chuckled. "But yes. You did. But I was so cold and you made me feel so warm with your body heat that I didn't move away. Though I just figured, you were a guy, and guys have erections...So nothing to worry about." "Yeah. Nothing to worry about...except that the erection was for you." Laila almost spit her hot chocolate out. "Wh-what?" "My erection was for you, Laila. Look, I don't know what it was about that small peck on the cheek I gave you, but it drove me nuts. And then when we kissed for real last night, I can't get you out of my mind." Laila was already up and out of her seat, putting the dishes in the sink. "I don't want to make you angry or feel weird, but I am attracted to you. It's like I have to have you once. I promised myself I would tell you because you are making me nuts." Laila walked away and I got up and followed her. Up the stairs she went, to her room and she tried to shut the door. I forcefully pushed the door open and stomped in. "Damn it all to hell, stop running away from me." "Get out!" she yelled. "Wait, why? Why? I just told you that I---" "I know what you just said. But...damn it, Addy...Why, huh? Why now? Why not back then?" "You said you were over it." "I was never over it, Addy. I've always liked you. I wasn't heartbroken when I dumped my ex because every time we did anything together, I always thought about what it could've been like with you. You just never gave me any attention. You're just confusing me, that's all. I have always wanted to kiss you and be with you. But I just know that if anything ever happened between us...what would your parents think? What would Candace think about her best friend and brother sleeping around? I just...thought I was over you, but clearly I'm not." That left me stunned and at a loss for words. After a short pause, "I'm sorry Laila. I am, but it's just that, underneath those glasses and baggy clothes was a gorgeous woman that I just realized existed. We've gotten to know each other better, is that such a bad thing?" "Whatever." She began walking to the bathroom and I grabbed her arm, yanked her back to me and pushed her against the wall. "What are you doing? Let me go." "You gave me a chance and I didn't even notice. You kissed me back that night and you liked it just as much as I did. There is no way we're going to end this conversation on a 'whatever.' You're only doubting yourself because you're unsure." "Well then what do you want to do about this, Addy?" She asked me firmly. "I have nothing to say to you anymore. We kissed. It was just a kiss. That's all it was." "Then why do you still have feelings for me? You just said you did." I twisted closer to her body, hot and turned on. "Don't you just want to, take the edge off? Just have some consensual sex for the sake of the matter?" "What the---? Are you saying that we should sleep together? I'm not some one act, Addy." "No. I'm just saying if we fuck each other...then maybe this weird tension built of between us of wanting to kiss, like, hug, and all that other shit will go away. We are stuck in the cabin for a few days, at least, so I suggest that we start getting to know one another more." My hands slid down to her hips, where I felt them last time. She licked her lips and stared directly into my eyes, not blinking once. "I take that as a yes?" "You can take that as no. Now please, get off of me so I can lie down." She began to raise up and I pushed her back, only then, I used my pelvis to keep her pinned to the wall just where I liked her. I felt like she was mine and no one else's. I could picture myself fucking her right then, squeezing her between the pounding of my cock and the wall behind her. I knew she could feel my erection. Before she could say another word, I covered her mouth with mine. It was no comparison that this kiss was better. I felt alive and just...horny. She moaned into my mouth and that's all it took for me. I switched our places so that I could be against the wall and her sinful body. I hugged her torso close to my and trailed kisses onto her neck and chest, blowing over the wet spots, sending a tingly sensation down between her legs. After minutes of what felt like tongue sex, she raised away, "I think I should go to a different room...away from this." What a Mistletoe Can Do I grazed her cheek and went back to her lips, "I think you should stay." We went at it again, moaning, grunting, heads going every which way. I don't think she ever became aware, but I unbuttoned her pants and eased them down the slightest bit to where my hand could go down them. I reached in from the side and fondled the side of her thigh. She realized the nerves in her thighs were connected directly to her pussy, my touch creating its own lubricate and her pussy to get soaked of its own honey in disregards to her wishes. She was getting excited. She was afraid, yet she couldn't get enough. This was it. I made up mind that I would fuck her and make her want it just as bad as I had. I felt the heat radiating from her panties, which felt like lace. Sexy. "Addy, I shouldn't do this," she said weakly, still allowing me to feel her up and kiss her anywhere. "Well, you're still here aren't you?" I took my hand out of her pants and under her shirt, feeling her abdomen, so soft and delicate. "So maybe you should." We kissed for the next half hour at least, I knew. By that time, I dragged her pants off, but she stopped me from doing anything further after that. Just when I thought we were about to fuck and fuck hard, she said, "I think you should go back to your room now, Addy." I laughed sarcastically. "What?" I was breathing so hard, throbbing so hard, my muscles flexing on their own. She dropped her head back, looked at the ceiling, "Just a kiss? It's amazing what one damn mistletoe will do to you. Listen...I'll think about it, but right now I need to have a clear mind to make this decision." "Fine." I said. "But you have given me one of the hugest hard-ons that I have ever had. You and your mixed signals. You need to hurry up because I can't be patient much longer." "Oh, and what do you plan on doing about that?" "Probably the same thing you're going to do not even ten minutes after I walk out of this room. I know your pussy is soaked, but it's how soaked and wet it is." I stood there, wandered my eyes over her body and then my long cock. She didn't say anything, but she knew I was right. I lifted from the wall and walked towards the door. I kept wondering how wet her pussy could be, making it so slick to just ease in and out with my prick, picturing my sun kissed cock enter her brown, creamy mocha pussy. Fuck, I wouldn't last ten minutes with myself. Curiosity got the best of me and I did a complete 180 and stormed towards her. Grabbing her face, "I just gotta know how much, then I'll leave." I ripped her lace underwear down to her knees and before she protested, my fingers found Nirvana. She gushed with her juices, and my fingers glided with such ease over her nub. Laila yelped and grabbed my wrist but didn't pull away. She liked it. Her mouth opened up and formed an "O" shape. "Ohmigod." She whispered. "Addison...please...stop...Ohmigod." "Damn it, Laila, I think you like this shit. Like me saying these things to you, being close to me, kissing you all over. You turning me down to build this up." I started to create a sloshing sound from the rhythm I set on petting her. She just let me as she stood in the open area, legs spread and head flung back. I had to stop. I felt her jerk and I knew she was on the urge of coming. She moaned with each exhale she made and I quickly took my hand away. She cooed in disappointment. "I'll leave to let you think, Laila." "No." "No?" "Don't...stop. This is bad. Real bad." I slapped her leg to open and launched in two fingers. Laila grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and with the other grabbed my pulsating dick through my boxers. "Fuck." I fingered her faster, faster, my hand started to slap against her clit. "You either want me to stop or you don't." She couldn't form any words, just moans and protests against how good it was making us both feel. "Laila, you might want to move your hand off of me. No telling what that would make me do right now. I am really trying to control myself." She let go and grabbed my wrist again. "This...shoul---fuck---should stop," she wept. Once, twice, three times and she screamed out my name, music to my ears. Her body became limp and her weight fell against me. I twirled her around so her back would be up against the wall and then I lifted up her leg around my waist and continued her torture. She panted, thrived for air. Hell it was my torture too. "You're right. I shouldn't be making you come like that. Right? Or do you like it? My fucking hand is dripping with you. Tells me something." Between breaths, "So? What---if---it---felt---felt good? What---are you---going---to---do? Stick your dick in me?" I swore and backed away. Laila fell to the floor, drained of energy. Before we both knew it, I had thrown her to the bed, her body left with a thud, stomach first. She slowly rose up onto knees and I saw that perfect rounded ass and leaking pussy for the first time. I didn't know what came over me, but I had to take her. Before she said one more word, I crawled up onto the bed, boxers pushed down to expose my full length. From behind, I thrust into hard. "Oh, God, Addison!" I worked into a cadence very quickly, made clapping sounds with my pounding. "You still want me to stop now, Laila? Huh?" I leaned over her back and brought her body back up, arched outwards, my arm going across her shoulders as she was held captive in place where I whispered into her ear, "You want me to stop fucking you? You want this white dick to stop going into that black pussy?" I flung her back down to her first position, moaning myself. "No. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Addy. It feels too good. God, we shouldn't be doing this. Aghhh, we shouldn't. Oh, fuck, yes!" "Lift up to me, lift up to me, now!" I said quickly. She did as I asked and brought her back up to my chest once more. I had my arms wrapped around her and I lowered one hand to her clit and rubbed it vigorously. I brought my mouth to her ear and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you until you come." She shuttered into me, "And then I want you to go home to your fucking ex, and I want you to tell him...that nobody can fuck you like I do." I felt her fluids drench my shaft, milking it. She came one last time and squeezed my cock so good with her muscles before I flipped her to her back, sweat dripping off my body and onto hers. "Yeah, that felt so good squeezing my cock. I want you to do it again." I entered her, wanting to see her face distort. I forced and fucked her as hard and as fast as I could, she was oblivious to everything but me. And as I watched her, arched back, nipples in the air, coming over and over, I looked down to see my cock enter her. That contrast between our skin, my cock being devoured by hers, the color of my manhood disappearing into that black pussy, I felt it inside me, my stomach churning, getting light-headed as I whispered all the bad things I was thinking to her, licking her nipples so high up, and sending her over the edge. "Come inside me, please. Fill up my pussy. Please. I want to feel warm inside too." She whimpered, begged. One, two, three, four, five, six pumps. I came. I came hard. I came inside Laila. My thrusts became spastic, unruly and random. I let out a note of pleasure each time I pulled back to push back into her as that cum left me. My heart raced and I collapsed against her, heaving and dizzy. She simply wrapped her legs around me and embraced it all. ___________________ Laila woke me up maybe about three hours later, sucking me off. My eyes rolled out of consciousness, feeling unreal and high. I moved my eyes to her roughed up hair bouncing up and down "Oh, shit, honey." My hands gently placed themselves onto her soft head, guiding her to keep going. I saw every muscle in my body flex, twitch, and jump when she took me as far as she could. The sexy sounds she made, her gagging on my length, coughing from her spit, the slurping sounds she created. I lifted up into her mouth when she picked up her speed, devouring and swirling her mouth around. Next thing I knew, my back arched, my muscles tightened, my head reached upwards, and a mind blowing orgasm shook over me. I was still sensitive from our earlier actions, but this topped it off. I begged her to stop, warned her when I was about to come, and she steadied herself and kept going. She wanted it and wanted it badly. I shuddered from that eruption and laughed happily from the pleasure. "You're amazing." I told her. "Fucking amazing." Not even a few minutes later, I fell back into a deep slumber. Apparently we slept a long time. We wore each other out. I believed twice more we had sex between the afternoon and late evening. We laid in the bed the entire day and gave each other hard fucks...All started by a damn mistletoe... The next day we continued to fondle each other, trying to work the other out of the system, but it didn't go as we expected. We each craved each other more and more, the opposite of our intentions. I found extra mistletoes in the basement and hung them over every door, every bed, every cabinet I found so I could kiss her and touch her as many times as I could have gotten. The next two days were probably the best of my entire life. We became so carnal; Laila was a freak when turned on and I loved it. Now I remembered why I loved feeling a woman squeeze my cock with her walls. All I knew then was that we were going to do each other for the rest of our stay and enjoy our Christmas break vacation. Screw checking for a phone signal, we would just fuck until help arrived and when the storm ended. Maybe we would take these vacations every Christmas. Maybe we would stay together to see what could happen. Maybe, just maybe, this vacation and that mistletoe would start the beginning of something new. It might not have been a typical Christmas break, but I don't think I would've asked for a better last minute wish.