3 comments/ 108875 views/ 6 favorites The Ice Storm By: K.K. It was 5:30 Sunday morning and I had already been awake for at least a half hour. I had tried to get back to sleep but I was just too keyed up. Nancy, her long blonde hair obscuring the lovely features of her face in the predawn light, lay next to me sleeping peacefully. I slipped carefully out of bed so that I would not wake her and went downstairs to the kitchen. I started a pot of coffee then sat starring out the window toward the brightening sky in the east while in my mind I kept asking myself 'How did I let this happen? How could I put my marriage in jeopardy this way?' I had to admit that I enjoyed myself the night before but I don't think it was worth the price I'll have to pay this morning. This whole thing started last Saturday night when my friend John suggested that we get together for dinner and a movie, which meant that we would all contribute something to the dinner and we would rent a movie. When we got to John's house he and I went out to the garage to see the 69 Firebird he was restoring. We were talking cars and drinking a beer when Jill came out and said that she and Nancy would cook the dinner and clean up afterward if they got to choose the movie for the evening. John and I agreed to their terms and opened another beer. For dinner we had T-bone steaks, baked potatoes and tossed salad and along with that we polished off two bottles of an excellent red wine. After dinner John and I sat in the living room and watched a baseball game while the girls cleaned the kitchen. When they were finished in the kitchen the girls ran down to the video store for a movie. When Nancy and Jill came back with the movie John made pitcher of whiskey sours in his blender and then we sat down for the movie. The girls had rented 'The Ice Storm'. I guess they thought it would be a chic flick but I am not sure what I would call it. It was a quirky movie with some strange subplots. The most important thing about this movie was a scene about a wife swapping party. The time period of the movie was the seventies and it was the stereotypical swappers party where the men all put their car keys in a bowl and the women drew keys to see who they were going to have sex with. This scene in the movie only became important later in the evening. After the movie we sat around drinking whiskey sours and discussing the many strange characters in the movie and how it ended. By then I had plenty to drink and was feeling no pain and I think everyone else was pretty well smashed too. It was at this point that John said, "What'd you think of that wife swapping party? You think anyone does that anymore?" I said, "I doubt it. Not in this day and age." Nancy said, "You really think not?" I said, "It's too dangerous. You might find some couples that would swap if they all knew each other well enough to feel safe doing it?" Then John asked me, "If you had the chance to go to a party like that and knew that it was safe, no AIDS, no herpes or anything like that would you do it?" I looked at my wife to see her reaction but before I could see anything in her expression John interrupted me, "Don't look at her. I didn't ask what she would want to do. What would you want to do?" Being that I had way too much to drink, I didn't really think about my answer. I just blurted out, "Well it's always been kind of a fantasy of mine to do something like that, but I really don't think I would ever go through with it." Both women were looking at me like I just shit on the floor and John was laughing his fool head off. Next John turned to the women and asked "Have either of you thought about swapping?" I could tell John was ripped. He would never have asked a question like that otherwise. Jill said, "I have fantasized about that a couple of times after reading a story about it or seeing it portrayed in a movie like tonight. But it is only a fantasy, I would never really do it." Then Nancy said, "I've thought about it but don't think I would go through it either." I was just drunk enough to say perhaps the stupidest thing I have every said even if I did only meant it as a joke. "Well we're all friends, maybe we should try it together." I laughed after I said it but I noticed that my wife didn't even smile but John was laughing with me. John said, "Well I am all for it, but I know you're full of shit. You would never have the nerve to do it." I should have known that John was bating me by presenting me with a challenge. But in my less than lucid condition I challenged him right back. "Don't under estimate me." This time I didn't look at either of the women. I saw this as a point of honor. John said , "All right, let's do it right now." I said, "I don't think that would be a good idea. I think we have all had way to much to drink. It will have to be another time." "Chickening out already?" John asked. I was actually trying to back out of the hole I had dug for myself but I wasn't going to be called a chicken. "No, I am not backing out. Let's do this next week." Then an idea came to me that I thought would give me some chance to get out of this. I said, "Let's make a game of this. We will come over here next Saturday evening at seven o'clock. When we get here you and I will put slips of paper with our names on them an envelope. The girls will each draw a slip from the envelope and the one who draws my name will leave with me. That sound okay to you?" John agreed then said, "What guaranty can you give that you will go through with this?" I said, "The same guaranty you can give. We will each put up $1000. If one of us doesn't go through with this he forfeits his money." John thought for a minute then said, "Done!" I noticed that Nancy and Jill hadn't said a word the whole time that John and I were discussing the terms of our wife swapping arrangement. When they were still silent afterward I decided that it was probably time to go home. I knew I was going to be in trouble but I was still drunk enough to think that this wasn't that big a deal. Boy was I wrong. As soon as we got into the car it started. "How could you? Do you think I am some kind of whore you can just pass around? This is not going to happen so you better call John tomorrow and resolve this matter." The rest of the ride home was more of the same and it continued for an additional hour after we got home. Finally she let me go to sleep. When I got up in the morning I was terribly hung over. My head hurt so bad I couldn't sit up and my stomach was so upset that I couldn't keep anything down. And all the while I was being nagged to call John. It wasn't till nearly three o'clock in the afternoon that I felt well enough to make the phone call. After we exchange greetings I said, "That was some little party we had last night. We were pretty drunk." John agreed and said, "My head still hurts a little." I asked, "How did it go after I left? You get any flack about the party we planed for next weekend?" As John spoke I felt as if I was being punched in the stomach. "No flack here. We are both looking forward to Saturday. How about you, did you have any problems?" I don't know why, but I lied, "No problems at this end." John said "Good, because I would hate to have to take your 1000 dollars." I said, "Don't worry, we'll be there." Then I hung up the phone. When I turned around she was standing there with a stare that could kill a large animal and I was the animal she wanted dead. "I didn't hear you tell him that you were not going to go through with this. What I heard you say was that we would be there Saturday. Why?" I told her it was the money. I said, "I am sorry I got us into this but I don't know how to get out of it without losing the $1000 yet. I need time to figure something out. If I can't come up with anything we will have to sacrifice the money." I looked down at my feet for a moment and when I looked up again she was gone. For the rest of the week it was very quiet in our house. She wouldn't speak to me and I knew better than to try to start a conversation. I just wished that I knew what she was thinking. I was worried about losing the money but I was more worried about losing her so I was going to leave it up to her to do whatever she felt she had to do. I was hoping that she would at least let me know what she was thinking. All day Saturday, still no conversation. Then finally at 5:30 that evening I found a note, addressed to me, on the kitchen counter. The note just said, "We can't afford to lose $1000. I'll be ready on time." There was no signature. My wife is an attractive and sexy woman and I always enjoy watching as she gets dressed to go out but this night the bedroom door was locked. I had to shower in the guest bath. By the time I finished my shower the bedroom was open and I was able to go in and get dressed. After I dressed I sat down on the bed for a moment to think about what was happening. All week long and up until I got the note the only thing I could think about was how could I get out of this and not lose my money. But now that my wife said she would participate I realized that I didn't care about the money. Now I couldn't get the idea of her having sex with John out of my mind and I didn't like what I was thinking. The idea of leaving her with John for a night of sex was tying my stomach in a knot. I was still thinking about this and suffering mental and physical distress when I heard a voice say, "It's time." For a moment I though it was in my head then I realized it came from my wife who was waiting downstairs for me. When I got downstairs she was getting her trench coat out of the closet. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a white blouse with black stockings and black high heeled shoes and as I picked up my keys she put the trench coat on and went out to the car. On the drive over to John's house we didn't speak. When we pulled up in from of the house I said, "I don't want you to have to do this. Let me just pay him the money and we can forget the whole thing. I love you and I will make this up to you somehow." For a second I didn't think she was going to speak but she finally did, "I am going to go through with to teach you a lesson. Next time you think of making any kind of a commitment that includes me you had better be sure I am in agreement. Also, when this is over, you give me the $1000 because I will have earned it. John is going to have an exceptionally good time tonight." I felt like she had just torn my heart out and before I could recover she was out of the car and headed for the door. John greeted us at the door and led us into the living room and then offered us a drink. I declined. I wasn't sure I could hold one down. For a moment we all stood there feeling awkward. Jill and Nancy were standing next to each other. Both women were beautiful in different ways. Jill is tall, with short brunette hair and a very sexy body. Nancy is a little shorter than Jill with blonde hair that comes just past the shoulder and she also has a sexy body. As I looked at the two of them I began to have mixed feelings. If we do end up swapping I might be able to salvage a good time after all and if not maybe I can start fixing the damage I had done to our marriage. John broke the awkward silence. "Well, shall we do it?" With that he handed me pencil and a piece of paper. As I wrote my name on my paper John did the same on another piece of paper. We each folded our slip of paper and put it in an envelope. John held out the envelope to Nancy and said, "You draw first but don't look at the name yet. "Nancy's hand was shaking as she slipped her fingers inside the envelope and drew out one of the slips of paper and held it in her hand. John held the envelope out to Jill and said, "Your turn". Jill removed the remaining slip of paper and waited to be told what to do next. John shifted his weigh back and forth then cleared his throat, which told me that he was probably as nervous as I was but I wondered if it was for the same reason. "Now, when I tell you to, open your slip of paper but don't say anything. Just come and stand beside your date for the night. Okay, you can look now." Jill and Nancy opened there slips of paper and looked at each other, then Jill came over to me and gave me an open mouth kiss but I was a little to nervous to fully appreciate it. When she broke off the kiss Jill said good night and went and stood next to John. Then Nancy kissed John and said good night and came and took me by the hand and we headed for the door. As soon as we were in the car Nancy said, "Boy am I glad that's over." Then she kissed me then asked "Are you all right?" I said I will be and I kissed her deeply. We sat there in the car necking like teenagers for about twenty minutes. Finally I said, "We better leave" and started the car and headed for home. When we got back to the house I fixed us both a drink and as Nancy sat on the sofa I turned on some romantic music then joined her on the sofa. I kissed her gently on the cheek and said, "I am really sorry I started this whole thing. You know I was only joking about swapping when I said the four of us should do it but before I knew what was happening John had me backed into a corner I was too drunk to get myself out of. I guess all's well that ends well." Nancy kissed me and said, "I forgive you and I'm sure Jill forgives you but I am not sure if things turned out the way John wanted." I was feeling a lot better now. I got up and pulled Nancy to her feet and we started dancing to a Sinatra song. As we danced we kissed and ran our hands all over each other. I put both of my hands of Nancy's beautiful ass and pulled her against me. She responded by pressing against my crotch. It wasn't long after that till we started pulling each other's clothes off. When I had Nancy striped to her panties I sat her down on the sofa and I kneeled on the floor between her knees. I reached up and took one breast in each hand and began to kiss her nipples, which gradually changed to sucking the nipples into my mouth and working them with my tongue. Nancy sat back on the sofa and pushed her hips toward me and started moving her legs in and out. I kissed my way down over her stomach to her the top of her panties then I bent down and put my mouth against the crotch of her panties right over her mound. I began suck her right through her panties. I had them soaking wet in less than a minute. When Nancy started humping her pussy against my mouth I pulled her panties off and went back down on her. The taste of her juices was making me so hard I thought I was going to lose my load. I stood up and took Nancy by the hand and we went up to the bedroom. When we got into the bed Nancy told me to lie on my back and then she when down on my cock. Her mouth felt so good and I was so horny that I only lasted a minute. I yelled "I'm cumin" but Nancy just kept sucking and when I started to ejaculate some of it ran down my shaft and some she swallowed. I knew it would take me a little while to recover so I went downstairs and made us another drink and brought it up to the bedroom. We sat and talked while we drank. When our glasses were empty, Nancy crawled on top of me and started kissing my chest and sucking my nipples. She continued moving down over my stomach and down to my cock. I was still limp but when Nancy started working on my cock with her lips and tongue she soon had me stiff. When she had me completely erect she moved up so she could sit on my upper thighs and get my cock inside her pussy. Nancy bounced up and down on me until she had an orgasm then I pulled her around into a 69 position and when gave each other oral pleasure for quite awhile. After Nancy had another orgasm, I got between her legs and slipped my cock in her hot pussy and began slowly stroking us both to one more orgasm. After I came we held each other until we both fell asleep. So here I am sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee at six o'clock Sunday morning. I had just started my second cup when I heard a thump on the front door that meant the newspaper had been delivered. So I got the paper and sat reading until I heard Nancy in the shower. I thought about going up to join her in the shower but decided against it. I just wasn't feeling good about myself yet. Nancy came downstairs with a towel wrapped around her body and retrieved her clothes from the living room and disappeared upstairs again. When she came back down she was dressed. I fix breakfast for us then we just sat quietly reading the newspaper. After awhile Nancy asked me if I was all right? "I guess I'm still not comfortable about all this." Nancy said "Well get over it or it will drive you nuts." It was ten o'clock when I heard the sound of a car in the driveway. When I went to the door Jill and John were walking up the driveway together. Even thought it was warm that morning Jill was wearing the trench coat she had on last night when I left her with John and she had a small plastic bag under her arm. We exchanged greetings and after a few awkward moments Nancy and John left. When the John's car was out of the driveway I asked Jill if she was all right. Instead of answering me she tossed the plastic bag on the sofa and then let the trench coat slip off her shoulders and drop to the floor. It took me a few minutes to take in what I was seeing. Jill was standing in front of me wearing a black satin bra and matching panties, a black garter belt and black stockings and black high heel shoes and nothing else. The first impact on me was that she looked really sexy but she had dressed this way for John, not me. The second impact on me came when I looked closer at Jill. Her neck was covered with red spots. Her breasts were sitting in her bra like she had put the bra on in a hurry and didn't care how it looked. There were more red spots on her belly and the thing that brought it all home for me. The crotch of her panties appeared to be wet but there were also spots on them that looked like dried cum. The tops of her stockings also appeared to have dried cum on them. Jill gave me a strange smile, held her arms out to her side palms up and Asked, "Do you like what you see?" Before I could respond Jill turned to go upstairs. As she started up the stairs I noticed that the back of her panties were also wet. When she was half way up the stairs Jill turned to me and asked, "Are you coming?" I quickly followed her upstairs. Once in the bedroom Jill looked at the unmade bed then at me. I didn't know what to expect next. Jill walked over to me and put her hands behind my head and pulled me to her and gave me a deep tongue kiss. When she broke off the kiss she pulled away and asked, "Did you like that?" I nodded yes. Then Jill said "Good. On the way home in the car I was sucking on John's cock. I didn't take it out of my mouth till we pulled in the driveway." I could see she wanted to hurt me but for some reason it was making me horny. Jill kissed me again and while she did she took my hand and guided it inside her panties. Her pussy was a mess. The hair was all sticky and I could feel cum leaking out of her slit. Jill said, "Feel good? John fucked me this morning just before we headed over here. That's why I don't have my clothes on. He also had his cock in my ass and he came inside there too. What do you think of your whore wife now?" I picked Jill up and carried her to the bed and dropped her on it. Then I pulled her panties off and quickly got out of my clothes. As I prepared to pushed my hard cock inside Jill's pussy she stopped me. She said, "Before you put your cock inside me I want you to clean John's cream from my pussy." I wasn't sure what she meant at first but when she started pushing my head down I understood. I tried not to think about what I was doing as she guided my face to her messy cream filled pussy. The smell was strong but once I pressed my tongue inside her and Jill began to respond to the stimulation my tongue was giving her, I was able to put the fact that the sloppy mess I was licking out of Jill's pussy was a combination of her juices and John's semen. I just concentrated on bring Jill to orgasm. The Ice Storm It was a cold February that year. However, the events of that one weekend were very hot. It was the weekend of the big ice storm. No one knew it was coming until it was too late. If we had of known, the wonderful events of that weekend wouldn’t have happened, and I wouldn’t have had the best time of my life. It was a simple plan we had. We would go to a nice cabin in the woods and spend a weekend partying. Far enough away from everyone else that we could do anything we wanted out there. Sleeping in and drinking all night while listening to loud music. The five of us would get back together for the first time since high school. However, we would learn that the best laid plans would not turn out like we planed. We were three males and two females, a group of friends from a small town high school. We had been apart since I went to college a year ago. Marian and Allan were the oldest. They graduated first but choose to stay in town after high school. John and myself graduated a year after Marian and Allan. John stayed in town but I went off to college. A year later Alex graduated and we decided to get back together. I arrived back in town that Thursday the 12th. The plan was to meet up with everyone at Allan’s house. From there we took his van to the cabin his uncle lent us for the weekend. Allan was driving with Marian ridding shotgun. They held hands and laughed with each other. Marian brought Allen’s hand to her lips for a flirtatious kiss. He shot her a pleased glance with a sparkle in his eyes that only those in love have. Further back bottles clinked and clanked as John examined our supply of liqueur. Next to me in the back seat Alex sat looking out the window. Her sweet scented, auburn hair was hit by the suns rays just right to make it simmer. Her hair fell over her shoulders and brushed the light skin of her breast. Freckles stood out on her cleavage that was exposed by her low cut shirt. My eyes followed the lines of her body down to the curves that were her belly. The outline from the form-fitting shirt showed the softness of her cute pug. Then following that down and back I saw the cushion of her round ass. Soft enough to squeeze but not too big. My mouth watered at the thought of it on pressed on my lap. My eyes moved to her thighs that were parted just a bit. They called to the perfect path to the treasure in between them. Further down my gaze went until I came to her bare feet. So kind she was to take her shoes off for the trip. Of course, it wasn’t for me that she did it. She wanted to be as comfortable as possible. Still, I enjoyed the display all the same. The soft, pale skin of her feet called out for me lick it. Her long toes danced as she flexed them. I could have died happy if only I had the chance to suck them first. My secret thoughts of lust and desire were then interrupted by the radio. A weather report came on and said that freezing rain was heading for our area. The north central part of Indiana, which we were in, was under a winter storm advisory. I looked around the van but no one really seemed concerned about the weather. I wasn’t concerned ether. All of our lives we have lived in this part of Indiana and were used to this kind of weather. It seemed to me that the weather forecasters always made a big deal over nothing. More than once I have heard advisories about storms and such with nothing resulting but a few inches of snow. The cabin had a fireplace so if the power did go out there we could use the fireplace to keep warm and cook our food. I was ready to turn my attention back to Alex’s wonderful body but decided not to because Allan was pulling in front of the cabin. We all hoped out of the van and carried our supplies into the cabin. Once inside, I looked around the main room. This place had a 52-inch TV, DVD player, VCR, surround sound system, CD/cassette/AM/FM stereo, and computer center with Internet access all hooked together. There were two recliners, a couch, and love seat for seating in front of it. Toward the other side of the room I saw a large card table for playing the games of all kinds that were stack on the selves behind it. The room was well lit with over head lighting and many lamps, but there were also oil lamps all around the room in case the power went out. In one corner there was a huge fireplace with lots of wood stored ready for use. “Well this is it my friends. Our prefect party pad for the weekend. What do you think?” Allan said as he swept his hands in a dramatic gesture. “It’s so big! Wow I love it about as much as I love you.” Marian replied as she threw her arms around Allen and gave him a big kiss. “Yea it’s great. I just want to know one thing though. Where do I set up the bar?” John said as he coveted the liqueur. I said a few words of approval as I noticed Alex jump on the couch and kick off her shoes again. This sight caused a stir in my pants so I decided to sit down in case it proved to turn into something harder that I needed to conceal. While I was away at college I had forgotten how attracted I was to Alex. She was smart, beautiful, funny, caring, sexy, and an all around perfect woman. We had a great friendship so I kept my feelings for her a secret. I never missed a chance to admire her and dream about her though. I was careful so she wouldn’t catch on. Still, there had been times when I was sure she caught me looking at her, but she had never said anything to me about it. “God Damnit,” John glared hard at Allen with his mouth twisted in an ugly snarl. “Allen you stupid bastard. I told you to take it easy on that dirt road. Now look at this shit. These bottles are busted all to hell.” “Huh,” Allen ran over to look at the bag John held in his hand. “Shit! My smokes were in that bag. It looks like I am going to have to go to back to that town we passed on the way here.” “I’ll go too. I saw a liqueur store there and I need to replace this.” “I am coming also.” Marian said. “All right, Hale, Alex you two stay here. We should only be gone an hour or so.” “Not a problem Allen. I am sure me and Hale can find some way to survive that long with out you.” “Like work on your grammar. It would be ‘Hale and myself’ hon.” I said and gave her a big smile. “Work on this bastard.” She said as she lobed a pillow at me and laughed. “Hey, knock that off. What are you guys, two-year-olds. I expect my uncle’s cabin to be in one piece when we get back.” “Nope, I’m five and a half.” She said and stuck out her tongue. “Oh, I’m a much more mature seven year old.” I said and rolled my eyes. Allan just shook his head and sighed as they left. I looked out the window and saw that snow and rain were starting to come down hard. I hoped that they would be ok going to town in this weather. I hadn’t worried about it before but I hadn’t planed on anyone leaving the cabin then ether. I thought it best not to worry about it. I knew that Allan was a good driver and could handle himself in this weather. “Hale, can I ask you something?” “Sure Alex. What’s on your mind?” “Do you think they will be all right driving in this weather?” I gave a little chuckle to reassure her and said, “I am sure they will be fine. Allan knows how to drive in this stuff. Really it is us that I am worried about.” “Why is that?” “Well, were all alone in this house with nothing to do. We may die of boredom before they get back.” She smiled at that and said, “Come over here next to me we’ve got a lot to catch up on.” I walked over and sat on the couch next her. We talked for a while and told each other what we had been doing since we last saw each other. All this time the weather was getting worse outside. I could hear trees creak as ice weighed on their limbs. Then I heard one break and all the lights went out. I felt Alex grab my arm and dig her fingers into it. I took her other hand in mine and gently caressed it. “Are you all right?” “Yea, I am fine. That just gave me a scare.” She said as I felt her trembling. “Don’t worry. It was just a branch that fell on the power line. We’ll be all right.” “It’s just that these storms scare me.” “It’s all right my dear. You’re here with me and I won’t let anything happen you.” She smiled at me in the glow of the fire and laid her head on my shoulder. “You always could make me feel better no matter what was bothering me.” I smiled and stroked her hair as her warm breath tickled my neck. My phone ringing quickly shattered the serenity of the scene though. Alex jumped and I put my hand on her shoulder to calm her. My first thought was that it must be Allan calling. I looked at my watch and saw that two hours had passed since they left. I answered the phone and heard Allan’s voice on the other end. There was a lot of static on the line so he wasn’t very clear. “Hey, Hale is that you?” “Yes it’s me. Where are you guys?” “We are at a rest stop. Listen, we’re stuck here. The roads are too bad to make it back tonight. Are you guys going to be all right there?” “We’ll be fine here. Are you going to be all right there?” “Yea, it’s a nice heated one. There are other people stuck here too. It won’t be comfortable but we’ll make it.” “All right, thanks for letting us know. We were getting worried. You guys take it easy.” “You too. We’ll be back as soon as the roads clear.” “All right see you then.” “See you then.” I hung up the phone and looked at Alex. “What’s wrong?” She asked as her eyes started to tear up and her lower lip trembled. I put my arm around her and squeezed her shoulder and said, “That was Allan. They are stuck at a rest stop. They’re ok but the roads are too bad for them to drive back here. They are going to stay there until the roads clear some. So it looks like it is just me and you tonight.” “I was afraid that would happen. Can you do me a favor tonight?” “Sure, anything you want.” “Will you sleep with me? I mean like I said I am really scared in weather like this. I just need someone to sleep next to me. I wouldn’t ask you to do it but I don’t have anyone else. You really don’t have to if you don’t…” I put my finger to her lips to cut her off and said, “I would be honored to sleep with you. We can camp out here by the fire so to speak.” She gave a little smile and said, “That sounds great to me.” We got blankets and such to make a bed by the fire and roasted some hot dogs for diner. We talked about this and that while we ate. After dinner we had a few drinks. I wasn’t drunk but was feeling buzzed. Alex looked to me as if she was feeling the same. “You know what, Hale. You are very cute, I bet you get a lot of college girls.” “You would be surprised my dear. I haven’t gotten any since I been to college.” “No way, I can’t believe that. Why haven’t you.” “Oh it is true all right. I guess I am just very shy. I have met a few. I just haven’t ever had the courage to talk to them. I wouldn’t really say I was afraid of rejection. It more like I expect to be rejected so I figure why bother.” I said as I absentmindedly twirled my finger in her hair. “That feels very good. I love to have my hair played with,” she said as she smiled and laid her head on my lap. “You sound like you have no self confidence. That’s a shame too. You are such a wonderful guy that any girl would be lucky to have.” “You’re very kind to me with your words my dear. Perhaps you are right about me not having self-confidence. Maybe if I found a girl that felt strong enough about then maybe I could get past that problem. However that would cause a whole new set of problems.” “How so?” “Well, the only way I would feel that strongly about someone would be if I knew them. I would have to be very close to them. If I were that close then I would fear that telling them how I felt would cause me to lose them forever. That is too great of a risk.” “I know just how you feel. You keep admiring them from a far but never taking the risk of letting them know. Seeing how wonderful he is and wishing that he would make a move on you.” “Indeed, knowing that you would do anything for her.” “Yes, only wanting to say, ‘Hale I love you’ but fearing too.” I stop playing with her hair then as I looked at her with shock at what she said. Alex looked up dreamy eyed and saw my face. Then her face turned to horror, as she must have just realized what she had just said. She quickly turned away from me and buried her face in her hands. I could hear muffled sobs coming from her. I knew that I had just hurt her there. I didn’t intend to but still it broke my heart. I gently tugged on her shoulders and said, “Don’t cry honey.” She raised up and looked at me with her teary face and said, “You must think I am a stupid little girl with a crush. I am sorry; I said it without thinking. Please don’t be mad at me. I couldn’t stand to lose you. Please…” I cut her off with a kiss and said, “I love you too.” “You… you do.” “Yes I have for a long time. I have admired you from afar so long. Always stealing glances when I thought you weren’t looking. Afraid to tell you about it because I thought if I did tell you, I would lose you.” She threw her arms around me and held me tight. “I am so happy you feel that way. You were what I always wanted, but I never thought that you could ever want me. You could have any girl you wanted so why would you want someone as plain as me.” “You are all I have ever wanted. You are beautiful. You are my goddess whom I wish to worship.” I said and kissed her again. My tongue darted into her mouth. Our tongues dance with and caressed each other. My hands slid down her back and into her shorts. I could feel her silk panties as my fingers danced across her great ass. I cupped her checks with my hands and lifted her onto my lap. Alex wrapped her legs around me and slid my shirt up over my head and threw it behind her. My rock hard dick was straining against my shorts and poking her. She raised up onto her knees and I removed her shirt and bra. I licked her belly and played with her soft breasts as she ran her fingers trough my hair. She pushed me down so I lay on my back and then remove my shorts leaving me naked. My erect penis was standing strait up and she gently traced its shaft with her finger. Her hand grabbed a hold of it and began to stroke it up and down. Slow at first then gaining speed. Alex held my dick at the base and licked the head. She kissed the head sending electricity throughout my body. Her sweet mouth was on the head sucking it like a bottle. Her tongue wildly danced around my shaft as her mouth went up and down on it sucking. Her hands played with my balls as I could feel them aching for release. I grabbed her hair and bucked my hips as I shot my cum down her throat. She took great care to lick my semi-hard dick clean. I rolled Alex over onto her back. I kissed, licked, and nibbled on her from her lips all the way down to her feet. Every inch of her tasted of sweat and passion. I have always loved her feet. I started with the soles. Licking every inch of them. Being driven wild by her struggle as my rough tongue tickled her soles. I let my tongue roam to her toes. I sucked on them much like she had just done my cock. I didn’t stop until I had kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled on every part of her wonderful feet. I moved my mouth up her legs until I reached her thighs. I used my mouth on every part of them moving in circles up around her sweet belly. My circles grew smaller and smaller as I closed in on her juicy lips. As I moved closer I could smell the sweet juices dripping from her pussy. They made my mouth water as I worked on the area between her vagina and asshole. I moved in on her vagina first sticking my nose to it to take deeply of the sent then to blow that air out over her clit. I ran my tongue along the out side of her lips and then the inside. Then I came down, my tongue diving into her, and drank her juices. I did this until she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to her clit. I sucked it and used my tongue on it just as I had her toes. She grabbed my head and forced it down as she bucked her hips and came wildly. Her screams echoed trough the cabin as I drank her orgasm. My dick had found life anew and was standing at attention. I whispered sweet words of love into her ear as I rolled her on to her hands and knees. My dick slowly slid into her welcoming pussy as I lay soft kisses on her neck. Her breasts more than filled my hands as I cupped them and rolled the nipples in my hands. Her soft moans told me that she was ready. I thrust into her as I lifted her upright. I completely buried myself in her as she cried out in pleasure. I slowly gained a rhythm as I worked in and out of her wet pussy. Her hands played with her clit as she moaned and cried out her pleasure. I kneaded her breasts and spoke softly into her ear of how I loved her and how overjoyed I was to be making love to her. She told me she was close climaxing and I said I was about to cum as well. I quickened pace as her moaning got louder. Then one final time I sunk into her as far as I could. Her pussy contracted griping my throbbing shaft like a vice. She squealed in delight as orgasm racked her body. This was all too much for me to bear and my seamen exploded forth from me the first waves her orgasm shot trough her body. My heart was racing and my breathing was heavy. My body was drained of energy and I let myself fall backward pulling her down on top of me. She turned over and laid her head on my chest letting her breath tickle my nipple. I kissed the top of her head and stroked her soft hair. “I love you Alex. That was the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced.” “I love you too. For so long I have wanted for you to make love to me like that. Now you’ve made all my dreams come true.” “You are all I’ve ever wanted. Stay in my arms and I’ll be complete and have all that I could ever desire.” “Good, because I never want to leave them.” I held her in my arms and she embraced me with hers. Our bodies became as one moving in unison as we drifted into our first peaceful slumber together. THE END… FOR NOW The Ice Storm A few years back a severe ice storm knocked out power in the entire area. The local Embassy Suites hotel in Tysons Corner had an emergency generator, so my hubby and I decided to opt for creature comforts over defending the homestead; we checked in at about noon. By 3:00 the place was packed. It seemed like the entire neighborhood had moved in. Our weather misfortune had turned into a bit of an adventure. Little did I know just how much of an adventure it would become. As I unpacked our things Carl headed off to find the ice machine. He returned about 5 minutes later looking a little flushed. "Honey what took you so long?" I asked. "Shhhh," Carl whispered with his finger up to his mouth. "Em you have got to listen to this." He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall. We stopped in front of a room a couple of doors down from ours. I was about to say something when Carl signaled me to be quite and just listen. That's when I heard a distinctly male groan coming from inside the room. "Uh, uh, that's it baby. That's it." My first reaction was to pull back and return to our room but Carl tugged on my hand and gave me this excited little boy look that he gets sometimes. Then we heard the man behind the door again. "That's it baby. Suck that cock. Ooh, suck it. Damn. Shit. Ffff-uh-uck! That feels so fuckin' good. Oh, God. Yeah. Yeah. Ooh." You have to picture this. The hotel has a big open lobby; all the guest rooms open onto hallways that ring the lobby. The entire neighborhood was milling around just four floors down, and Carl and I were standing outside the doorway of someone else's room listening to this blowjob. Anyone could see us if they looked our way. Half of me wanted to get the hell of out of there. The other half wanted to hear what would happen next. Then I heard a woman's voice coming from the room. "Stroke it for me honey. Show me how you stroke that big cock." Her voice was low but audible and sounded like that of a young woman. It sounded like they must be doing it right behind the friggin door. Lord knows why they weren't back in the room by the bed. The guy's groans and moans became more insistent. He was obviously not going to last much longer. My tummy started to get that fluttery feeling it gets right before my pussy starts demanding attention. "Suck it some more honey. Please," he said. "OK I'll suck it, but you promised to cum in my face remember?" she said. The door to the room shook and it scared the crap out of Carl and me. We realized then that the couple must be right by the door and one of them must have bumped up against it. My guess is that it was the guy; the girl must be sucking him again. The door shook again. My pussy juice was soaking my panties from the excitement. It was then that the girl got her wish. "Oh yes sweetie. Stroke that thing. Give me your load. Give me your fuckin' load. I want your nut all over my face. I want to walk down to the ice machine with your cum all over my fuckin' face. Would you like that honey? Would you like me walking around the hotel with your cum all over me? Give it to me now sweetheart. I can't wait." Then there was a long minute or two where Carl and I could hear almost nothing. The door was shaking a little bit. I was imagining the guy pumping his cock right at her face. Then, she spoke again. "Ooh God damn. Look at that cock. I can tell this is going to be a big one." The guy started to grunt with a rhythm that could mean only one thing. He was cumming. Cumming right onto the mystery woman's face that was not four feet from where we were standing. I swear I could almost smell the spunk. "Jesus. Oh wow. Oh my god." The girl said in a voice that was barely audible. "Yes baby. Give me your cum. Give me all of it." It became very quiet behind the door. I could faintly make out a little whispering and giggling. Carl woke me out of my trance when he took my hand. We started back to the room like two bunnies in heat. Just then I had an inspiration. What if the girl meant it when she said she was going to the ice machine? I grabbed the ice bucket from Carl and headed the other way toward the vending room. Carl stopped in his tracks. He was expecting us to head straight back to the room to have his own cock serviced. I was waving for him to follow me but he was waving back. No telling what the folks down in the lobby would think if they saw us waving at each other like that. Suddenly I heard the door knob to the room start to turn. I quickly walked away towards the vending area while Carl bolted the other way towards our room. As I walked away I heard the door open and close behind me. The footsteps behind me must be the girl. Could she still have cum on her face? I simply had to find out. Gathering my courage, I stopped and slowly turned around. Oh my God. Oh my God. It was Becky the daughter of friends of ours. We had been to her high school graduation party less than two years ago. Becky stopped in her tracks. The poor girl was probably mortified that she recognized me. There she stood in her bare feet wearing nothing more than a Darryl Green jersey and holding a stupid ice bucket. What's funny about Becky is that Carl and I had used her for some awesome fantasies a couple of years earlier. Carl thought that she looked like a 10-year younger version of me. I thought she was much prettier than me. She was certainly a lot smarter. I would have never made it into UVA. We concocted several smokin' hot fantasies featuring Becky. I pretended to be the young coed and Carl was the big man on campus or even her professor. We had a cute picture of Becky and me that we took at the graduation party. He took the picture with him on a couple of business trips. We had some blistering hot phone sex based on that photo. And now here was the real thing standing in front of me plastered in cum. "Hi Becky." "Uh uh hi Emily." I could see Becky starting to loose her courage and turn back towards her room. "Becky the ice machine is this way. Come on. I'll show it to you." "That's OK Emily. I forgot something. I'll be umm; I'll be right back." By this time I had walked right up to her. She tried to keep her head turned away, but I would have none of it. I gently touched her arm and said "It's so nice to see you again. Let me have a good look at you." She slowly turned her face towards me and raised her eyes towards mine. I gasped out loud. Her face was literally drenched in cum. Two ropes of cum were in her hair at the top of her head trailing down to her forehead. Her nose was covered on both sides. A humongous gob of thick white cum coated her left cheek. A wad of cum hung from her lower lip, and a string of cum hung down from her chin. Wow. It was the most sexual sight that I think I had ever seen: an All-American girl covered in 100% grade A, unpasteurized, thick, white, stinky baby batter. It doesn't get any better than this. I glanced away for a moment and looked down into the lobby below. I saw kids playing and adults milling around having coffee and talking. It didn't take long to spot several friends from the neighborhood. No one seemed to be looking up at us but you never know. My mind was racing. I was too turned on to just walk away from this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I had to go for it. "Oh my Becky," I said as I drew nearer to her. "You look incredible. Absolutely incredible. I knew you were a very pretty girl, but I didn't know just how beautiful you could be." Then I leaned in and gave her a peck on the right cheek, the one that was not covered in cum. Even though I could not taste it, I sure could smell it. Her entire face had that fucking nasty strong smell of freshly cut grass. It took my breath away. My knees almost buckled. As I pulled back from the kiss, I noticed Carl standing in the hallway looking at us. I could also see the form of the guy standing in the doorway to Becky's room. He was also looking at us, but I could not make out much because of the poor lighting. Becky tried her best to recover some composure. "Emily this is incredibly embarrassing. I think I should explain." I smiled back at her and decided to play along. "OK this will be a good one. Go ahead. I'm listening." "Well like I said it's very embarrassing." As Becky spoke the string of cum hanging from her chin slowly stretched downwards. My eyes could not help but follow it as it plopped down on her jersey. "George and I have this little game we play sometime. We like having sex in risky situations. Today we decided to try this. I never in a million years thought that I'd get caught like this with someone I know." Becky started to stammer and explain further. I decided to help her out a little bit. "Well Becky. Carl and I are getting a big thrill out of this. See Carl down there. Why don't you wave? Hey Carl." Becky turned a darker shade of red and gave Carl a quick wave. I continued. "I have never ever seen such a big load of cum in my life. Girl I never knew how nasty you were." Cum from her nose started to run down to the top of her mouth. I couldn't help myself any longer. "Here let me help clean you up girl." I put my hand on her cheek and used my thumb to herd some cum on her nose down towards her mouth. "Say ahhh," I instructed. Becky parted her lips as I fed her cum from my thumb. She licked it clean like a good girl. Her hot sucking mouth made me wish my thumb was a cock. I gathered some more cum from her forehead and fed that to her as well. Damn she was sexy. Then I decided to deal with the massive blob on her left cheek. "I only wish your Mom and Dad could see me do this," I said as I leaned toward her face. The smell of cum was intoxicating. I brought my lips up to the middle of the mess on her left cheek and slurped like it was an oyster on the half shell. The taste of the sperm from a man I had never seen was wicked. It had been at least five years since I had tasted any cum but Carl's. My eyes rolled and my body quivered. It was like a mini-orgasm. My mind was reeling. I opened my eyes and looked into Becky's. I saw nothing but pure unadulterated lust. Her little experiment had paid off in ways she could not have imagined. During that look we both knew that exciting things lay ahead for us and our men. "My God Emily. Oh my fuckin' God," she gasped. "I can't believe..." Then I kissed her: Right on her cumy mouth. With my cum-covered tongue from my cumy mouth. Right in front of Carl. Right in front of the mystery man. Right in front of practically the entire city of Vienna. As our kiss ended I thought to myself: I hope the ice outside never melts. The End Please let me know what you think of my story. Be gentle. I'm new at this. The Ice Storm Stories of the ice storm flooded the airwaves all day. However, no thanks to my determination to work with little interruption, I was oblivious to what was going on until the wind turned direction and the ice began pelting the lone window in my office. I pulled my head out of the report I'd been working on at the sound, more because the constant tap-tap-tap was giving me a headache than out of curiosity as to what was going on. I stepped to the window and groaned as I looked down onto the ice covered city. I moved to Atlanta to avoid things like this, and, yet, here I was, stuck downtown during an ice storm. It would take me hours to get home, if past experience was any indication. The last time we had a little snow here—it was less than an inch—traffic on the roadways slowed to a trickle. This was much worse than a little snow. "Now what?" I said aloud, not really expecting an answer from the empty office. "We could chance it, or we could stay here and wait for the road crews to catch up." My heart sank at the sound of the deep voice I knew almost as well as my own. Kevin Trower. "Working late?" I asked, though it was pretty obvious. "Just you and me," he said. I wasn't surprised. It was often just Kevin and I catching the elevator hours after everyone else had left. Kevin and I were hired about the same time, both constantly competing for the same assignments, the same accolades from the partners. Who ever said competition was not fierce at an accounting firm never worked at McDonough and Associates. I wondered what my chances would be if I headed out now. But I could see the cars on the I-285, sitting bumper to bumper as though it were a hot summer day outside the Georgia Dome. There was no way I was going to make it to my suburban house before dawn tomorrow. "I don't suppose you have a tank—or a snow plow?" Kevin smiled, his full lips making my heart skip a beat. Kevin had this delicious smile that had always had the ability to make me lose track of...everything. That's why I tried hard not to look at him during meetings. Or outside of meetings. "We could call someone, I suppose, but I get the impression from the news coverage that all rescue vehicles are pretty much occupied at the moment." I bit my lip as I tried to think of some other way to get out of here. Kevin, on the other hand, seemed to be making himself comfortable. He'd moved into the room and was lounging full length on the small loveseat stuck in the corner of my office. He looked like a model posing for the cover of GQ, the way he sat back with complete ease even while wearing a very well-tailored suit. There had always been something about Kevin. He was beautiful—beautiful being the only word appropriate to use with such an Adonis—with these amazing hazel eyes and smooth skin the color of hot chocolate. His arms were bulging with muscle, visible even under the expensive material of his suit. He had a broad chest, narrow waist, and hips that strained against his slacks, making you wonder what he might have hidden there. But it wasn't just his rugged good looks that made every woman he met cream their panties. It was the way he could stare at you across a crowded room and make you feel like you were the only one there. The way he could charm with just a smile and few well-chosen words. But I had also been on the other side of that charm, when he hung me out to dry a few weeks after we both came to work here, making it clear to the partners that he thought I had screwed up a project when, in reality, he was the one who had screwed up. He was a devil in a very tone, very sensual body. Somehow, I found myself unable to keep my eyes off of him. And he was watching me as I paced in front of the window, his eyes burning holes in my wrinkled blouse, my short skirt. I unconsciously ran my hands over my hips, smoothing the fabric of my clothing, as I tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing his look made me imagine more than his eyes roaming over my body. "You might as well sit down and relax, Casey," he said, gesturing to an empty spot between his splayed legs on the loveseat. "It's going to be a long night." "No, thank you," I said. He shrugged, as though saying: to each their own. I slid behind my desk and picked up the phone, but there was no dial tone. "Storm knocked the phones out over an hour ago." "Gee, thanks," I said. He shrugged again. "Cell service went out a few minutes ago, too." "So we're completely cut off?" "Afraid so." I bit my lip again. There had to be some way to— "You should stop doing that." I looked up. "Excuse me?" "Stop biting your lip," Kevin said as he leaned forward on the loveseat. "Why?" His slow smile made my stomach tighten, made me wish I was sitting so I could squeeze my thighs together. I was not a completely inexperienced nitwit; I knew what he was thinking. But that he was thinking it about me made the sudden dampness in my panties that much more voluminous. "We have a long night ahead of us..." I began to say, but I don't know exactly where I was heading with it. All thought flew from my head because he stood and was walking toward me. "Why do you always run the other direction when you see me coming?" "I don't," I said, though I knew I did. "Is there something about me you don't like?" "It's not about liking you." "Then what is it?" He was standing before me; the only thing separating us was my desk. I bit my lip, remembered what he said and quickly released it. "I don't know what you mean." "Sure you do, Casey." He walked to the side of the desk, making me backup just slightly. He was so tall that when he continued on and I found myself trapped against the wall, I had to roll my head back on my spine to look up at him. He ran a finger gently along the curve of my jaw. "Do you remember that night at Nico's right after we started working here?" he asked, sliding his thumb over my chin. "Do you remember how we danced? The way you rubbed your hips against me, the way I slide my hand down your back?" Did I remember it? It was a memory that often left me burning with need in the middle of the night. Even now, the memory made my skin burn with a fire I was sure could only be put out with his touch. But it didn't change anything. "I remember how you sold me out to the partnership the next day." "That was just business," he said, making a flippant gesture with his hand. "I couldn't lose this job and you were doing so well no one would even think twice about firing you." "Maybe. But it was still a cold move." "So let me make up for it." He slid his fingers into the spaces between the buttons on the front of my blouse and pulled me closer to him. His fingers rested against my breasts, sending shivers of pleasure through my belly. I stepped back, but the resistance only caused two of the buttons on my blouse to pop open. Suddenly the tops of my breasts were on display. He didn't miss a second of it. "So beautiful," he sighed, caressing the back of his index finger against the tender skin exposed above the lace of my bra. "Don't," I whispered. His eyes came up to mine and, for a moment, I thought I saw hurt there. It made my heart ache, made me want to touch him and tell him how badly I wanted him to touch me. And I did...I wanted to feel his hands all over my body, wanted to feel those long, beautiful fingers deep inside my cunt. I wanted to see his bare chest, his massive thighs, and his much gossiped about cock. But that was the problem, wasn't it? I wasn't the only one who had noticed Kevin from that first day in the office. There were secretaries and assistants, accountants and even a partner or two who would do just about anything to be locked alone with him in this office right now. And, rumor had it, he had fulfilled some of those fantasies, some more than once. Not the kind of man I imagined sharing my nights with. Tension came into Kevin's body. I could feel it in the slight movement of his finger against my breast, could see it in the straightening of his spine. But he didn't move away. Instead, he stepped closer, completing the trap I had begun for myself as his movement forced my back firmly against the wall. "There's no one else here," he said quietly. "No one to stop me from doing what I want to do." He dropped his hand to my hip and pulled me forward, forcing me up against his body. I lay my hand on his chest, more to catch myself than for any other reason. But the heat of his body instantly washed over me, making the throb—one I had been aware of since he walked into my office—intensify in my clit. "Kevin—" He swallowed my words, suddenly and viciously attacking my mouth with his. I opened to him, more out of self-preservation than anything else. His tongue invaded my mouth, thrusting deep, searching for any and all secrets to getting what he wanted. His hands moved from my hips to my ass, pulling me so tight against him that there was no longer any question as to whether or not he was excited by my closeness. A sound like a growl washed over me as he released my mouth and moved his lips over my chin. He bit my throat, a rough nibble, a delicious pain that sent shivers through my body. The heat of his breath danced over my throat, under the collar of my blouse. I pressed my hand against his chest, wanting to push him away, but finding my resolve quickly dissolving. He tugged at my blouse where it was still tucked into the back of my skirt. When it came free, his hands immediately pressed inside, moving across my spine and up until his fingers were caught under the restraint of my bra. He groaned as he tugged back, trying to release the clasp without properly working the hooks. "Touch me," he whispered into my ear, a heated sound that was almost a plea. "I want your hands on me." One of my hands was still pressed to his chest, the other loosely lying at my side. It seemed like my muscles had melted. I wasn't sure I could move. His tongue on my ear, his hands on the bare skin of my back, his cock, so hard and ready, pressed hard into my belly. It was surreal. It was something I had fantasized about dozens of times, but this was so real. I wanted him. I slid my hand over his hip, over the hollow at the corner of his ass, over the tight muscles that flexed under my hand. Under his jacket, over the moist heat of the day that had settled on the back of his shirt. I could feel his body shiver, could feel his need in the hitch of his breath. I couldn't help myself. My self-control burst as he ran his tongue from my ear to my shoulder, as he finally got my bra undone and slid his hands around to my breasts. The feel of my nipple in his palm drove me over the edge. My knees were weak, my hands shaking. I ran my hand over the back of his head, urged him to bring his lips to mine again. He was gentler this time, urging my lips apart with a tender thrust of his tongue. Again I opened to him, but this time because I was desperate for the feel of him inside of me. And I got exactly what I wanted. I got the meaty taste of his tongue, the gentle thrust, the soft caress of him against the most sensitive tissues of my mouth. He bent his knees and slid his hands under my ass. He lifted me against the wall, pressing me hard against it for a second, pressing his cock so tight against my throbbing clit that I cried out with the sudden pleasure that pressure gave me. Then he turned, pushing papers and pens and everything else off my desk as he laid me across it. The absence of his body on mine hit me like a cold wave. I grabbed his hand as he moved away, thinking for a moment that he was abandoning me in a state of near painful arousal. But, instead, he moved between my thighs and slid my panties, my skirt, from my hips, yanking them quickly from my body. Then he dropped to his knees and pressed his tongue against my clit. I reared off the desk, crying out at the exquisite shock that burst through my body. "Hmm, look at how ready you are," he mumbled against my thigh. "So wet." I sat up and watched as he buried his face against my cunt again, sinking his tongue deep inside of me. "Oh, my God," I moaned as I pressed my hand to the back of his head and pulled him tighter against me. He took my hand and held it tight in his own as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of my soaked cunt. I lay back down, clinging to his hand, my legs wrapped around his shoulders. He worked slowly, making me ache with need as he tasted me and then sucked gently at my clit, rubbing it softly against the back of one of his front teeth. As good as it felt, however, I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to taste his lips, to taste my own juices on his tongue. "Come here," I groaned, tugging at his hand. He immediately stood and bent over my prone body. He took hold of the ends of my blouse and pulled them apart, the sound of broken buttons rivaling the sound of ice hitting the window for a minute. He pressed both hands to my now naked belly, pushing them up and under my loosely hanging bra. I pressed my hands over his, pushing his palms harder against my breasts, my over-excited nipples. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him close to me and grinding my aching clit against the front of his slacks. I could feel his cock, could feel the rigidness responding to my movements. He stared down at me, his eyes touching my face, my throat, the scattering of freckles across my collarbones. His hands slid up to my neck as he leaned over me, the darkness of his skin a fascinating contrast to my ginger paleness. I rose up and pressed my lips to his, pressed my body to his until there was no longer any doubt what I wanted. A dark cloud of need burst across his face. He grabbed my hips and lifted me off the desk, turning me around as he bent me over. I heard the clink of his belt buckle as he struggled to undo it with one hand. I knew what was about to happen, felt the urgency in his movements. I didn't try to pull away, didn't try to turn around. I waited for the satisfaction I knew was coming. And it did, roughly, almost painfully. He kicked my feet apart, pressing his hand to the back of my neck to make me lay still. And then he plunged inside of me, thrusting the full length of his cock deep inside my cunt. I cried out even as I pressed my hips backward and met his thrust with one of my own. "Oh, Christ!" he cried out. He stood still for just a second, squeezing the back of my neck, my hip where his other hand lay. It was a long moment that allowed my body to adjust to the invasion of his. A long moment in which he struggled to gain control of his need. And then he began to move. There was nothing gentle about his thrusts, nothing patient or caring. It was primal. He thrust hard and fast inside of me, slamming my thighs against the desk with each movement. I held on, clutching the edges of the desk as I relaxed my cunt muscles, trying to take as much of him as I could with each thrust. He touched places inside of me that had never been touched before. He was massive, filling my cunt until it felt as though I would tear with each movement. But the way he moved, the slight curve to his cock that forced his cock head against the thin tissues between my cunt and anus, felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. I wiggled my ass, trying to keep as much of him inside of me as I possibly could with each thrust. "Stop," he groaned, releasing my neck and holding my hips still with both hands. "You're driving me wild!" Just the power of that thought drove me over the edge. I could feel it beginning in my toes, a funny tingle that made me want to flex them as far as I could. It moved up my legs, making my knees go weak. And then it rushed through my belly, ran up my spine, and prickled my scalp. Finally it settled deep in my cunt, sending off a shockwave of vibrations that made me scream with the sheer power of it. I pushed my ass back as far as I could. I felt him swell; felt him reaching his own climax in the sudden pounding of his body against mine, in the added pressure against my hips. He cried out, a deep, rumbling cry that filled the entire room. The strength washed from his body with the final spurts of his cum. He lay over my body, pushing me hard against the desk. The weight of him was reassuring, however, despite the awkward position. I could feel his heart slamming against his breastbone where his chest pressed against my back, could feel the quick puffs of his breath. It took a few minutes before the excitement quelled in his body. When it did, he lifted me and turned me around so that I was sitting on the edge of the desk in front of him. He stroked my face and stared into my eyes. "Why did you do that?" he asked quietly. "Why did you let me—" I reached up and kissed his bottom lip even as my hands reached for his cock. "I wanted to." "All this time, you've been avoiding me. I thought—" "I didn't want to be just another notch on your bedpost," I said, as I stroked his cock back to life. "But that doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about it." "You think about me?" "Constantly." Kevin groaned as he pressed his fingers into my hair and kissed me softly, gently. The urgency was gone now. The only thing left was the want. He picked me up and carried me to the loveseat. I slipped out of the remnants of my blouse, dropping it to the floor with my bra. We started to kiss as I settled on his lap, letting his quickly growing cock slide against my swollen cunt. He ran his hands over my bare back, keeping me close without inhibiting my movements. A thought occurred to him. He broke our kiss and looked up at me. "What do you mean, 'bedpost'?" I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. "All those women you sleep with. Everyone's always talking—" "You believe that crap?" My eyebrows went up. "Shouldn't I?" He laughed softly as he again ran his hands over my back. "Casey, I haven't been with a woman since my ex-girlfriend moved out two years ago." I cocked my head slightly, trying to decide if he was telling me the truth or not. "But what about all those rumors?" "Just rumors." His hands moved softly around my hips as he lifted me, pulling me up against the head of his cock. "You're the only one I want," he said as he thrust his hips and entered me again. I moaned, a long, slow sound that seemed to wrap around us and pull our bodies tighter together. I don't know what inspired the moan more: his words or the feel of his hard cock deep inside of me. Whichever, it didn't really matter. All I knew is that I wanted this, I wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted before. I would forever be thankful for the ice storm.