Let It Snow

Preamble:

I quit writing stories for posting on the net four years ago after writing fifty stories [some were novella length—about a million words all totaled] because of reader apathy. Concluding that no one cared, I stopped putting out the effort. Recently I was contacted by a fellow who is incarcerated for nothing more than what many of the people who will read this submission are doing on an on-going basis. For reasons I won't go into the full weight of the thought police was brought crushingly down on this poor soul's head. Shy of ten years into a twelve year sentence he reached out to me having read [through another outside contact] some of my postings on this site. Moved by his unjust plight I resolved to write a story just for him transmitting material in the clandestine methods required by the secret police and the prison Gestapo. Our communications through a third party were uncovered and it seems punitive measures were taken depriving my friend from even this tiny bit of entertainment during his tribulation. I hope you find this someday D.T.

This is for you.

Jackie

FOR D.T. (Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow.)

A decade or so ago I was invited to a friend's ski chalet during the holidays. My husband was working between Christmas and New Year's so rather than hanging around the home alone I accepted the offer. Jeannie was a work acquaintance who became a casual friend. We were not intimately involved at all. In fact I had no reason to think that she was aware of my dual sexuality. Jeannie was recently divorced at that time and I got the impression that she was lonely. She'd been married for something like twenty years and most of her friends had been friends when she was still married so there was some discomfort in social situations after her and her husband split. I was from a separate social group. That's mostly irrelevant background to the anecdote I started out to relate.

I stupidly started out mid-morning on the 27th of December for the ski chalet without checking the local weather forecasts. It was bright and sunny when I departed but about an hour into what should be a two hour drive the snow started. Driving into higher elevations of ski country only exacerbated the problem. I am Canadian and not a winter driving wimp but the balance of the trip was stressful and took twice as long as it would have in ideal conditions. I arrived about three o'clock to find that my host hadn't arrived. Fortunately she'd prepared for the eventuality and I was able to get a key from her neighbor.

I'd been there a few times before so was quickly able to make myself at home, get a fire started in the woodstove and put my feet up with a brandy while I waited. Jeannie called before I could dose off after the tiring drive. She was frazzled, upset and apologetic. She had skidded off the road in a white-out forty odd miles away. A snow plow operator had shuttled her to the nearest town, so she was safe and warm, but with the weather it was going to be quite a while before she could get towed. At that point she wasn't sure if there was any damage to her car that would prevent her from continuing on once it was back on the road. That's when she told me that she was also expecting her niece to visit at the chalet and that she should be arriving at any time now. She apologized profusely but assured me that there were plenty of provisions in the lodge and that Jennifer and I could get acquainted while she worked her way out of the dilemma she found herself in. I consoled her and told her not to worry that I was sure we could manage just fine until she got there.

The wind was howling through the eaves and snow was drifting up. As the winter's evening light began to fade I switched on the satellite TV. I was engrossed in the long list of road closures and storm related problems on the weather channel when the vehicle headlights sliced through the gathering gloom. I went to the front window in time to see a solitary figure shrouded in a parka with a fur trimmed hood exit a sturdy looking 4x4 SUV. Bending into the wind my visitor trudged up the snow covered steps. I rushed to the door to let her in out of the blizzard.

"Thank God you made it safely!" I exclaimed as she shook off the snow that clung to her parka and stamped her boots.

"Wow it's really getting bad out there," she replied pushing back her hood to reveal a tumble of orangey gold silk curls surrounding a flushed porcelain face.

"Let me take your coat," I said reaching for the back of her parka which she was preparing to shrug off. "I'm Jackie, a friend of your aunt's."

"Yeah, she mentioned that you were coming when we spoke earlier today."

I hung the coat on the peg by the front door and turned to see her extended hand. "I'm Jenny... but I guess you already know that."

Her smiling face was angelic and the perfect smile no doubt cost her parents a fortune. She was wearing a bulky, warm looking sweater on top and what looked like tights on the bottom. The tight bottom hem of sweater synched in just below her hips. She was obviously petite, about my height, five foot two. I took her tiny frigid fingers proffered in greeting and gave them a welcoming squeeze.

"Oh My God come in and get warmed up!" I encouraged "Your fingers feel like they're about to fall off."

"That's just me," she replied following me toward the living room area of the open concept high ceiling chalet. "I'm always cold even in the summer. Mom says it's because I don't have any meat on my bones." The last with a girlish giggle.

"I was enjoying a brandy before you arrived but I can put on some coffee or a pot of tea if you like."

"No brandy sounds great. I know alcohol doesn't really warm you up but it sure feels like it does," she replied.

Grabbing another glass from the bar as well as the all but full bottle of Remy Martin I joined my young companion on the couch facing the wall mounted flat screen. The voice over the images of blowing snow and stuck cars was explaining how they had originally only expected 15 centimeters of the white stuff but were now recalculating and that it would probably be close to double that before it let up.

"A foot of snow," I mused splashing the amber nectar into the snifter bowls, "With all that wind the drifts are going to be huge."

"Since we've no place to go..." Jennifer sang as she raised her glass to her pink coral glossed lips.

"Oh but I haven't gotten around to mentioning that your aunt has run into a spot of bother." Her head turned toward me and for the first time her seemingly permanent smile diminished slightly. A look of concern washed over her delicate features. I was looking directly into her jade green eyes as I explained why Jeannie wasn't there yet.

"Well it sounds like she's safe enough," the little red head said as she downed the remainder of her brandy. "Aunt Jeannie is a resourceful lady so I'm sure she'll be fine. Not happy, but fine." She refilled her snifter with what I would have called a double. "This is delicious and it's really starting to build a nice little fire."

She raised her refilled glass again punctuating the remark by making circular motions around her tummy and tucking her feet up under her butt. Before we'd emptied our second drinks it was full dark outside making the howling wind and snow pinging off the floor to ceiling window sound that much more ominous.

I learned that Jenny was Jeannie's brother's daughter. She was in the middle of her senior year at a school of graphic design and was focusing all her energies on her studies and steering mostly clear of the college social (mostly drunken) culture.

"So you're not planning on getting married anytime soon," I confirmed as the phone began to ring.

Jeannie apologized again, telling me that there was no way that they were going to pull her car out in the dark with even more snow blowing around. She was lucky enough to get one of the few available motel rooms for the night and would resume her journey as soon as she could in the morning. I wished her a restful night and assured her that Jenny and I were fine, better than fine actually as the brandy was beginning to create a very pleasant buzz.

I relayed the news to my companion and suggested that we raid her aunt's fridge. We found a lovely creamy potato ham casserole and some French stick, washing it down with a tart Pinot Noir. We were just washing up the dishes the first time the light flickered. It didn't take long to find Jeannie's stock of candles and as a bonus she had four large oil lamps so we were well prepared when the power went off altogether.

"We're going to be glad of this woodstove if the power stays off," I remarked as we settled back on the couch with the remainder of the Pinot.

"Ooo you're right. We'll both have to sleep down here," Jennifer concluded realizing that the mezzanine level bedrooms would get dreadfully cold without the forced air heating system functioning.

I had a glow from the alcohol already but the prospect of sharing a bed with this twenty-something sent a flush into my head that somehow settled in my belly. As soon as the sensation hit I chastised myself for even having the thought, which of course wasn't actually a thought at all.

"No worries," my co-ed partner assured, "the sectional pulls out into a queen size. This is actually where I usually sleep when I visit. We might as well make it up now. I've had a pretty long day and won't mind turning in a little early."

Jenny went to get the sheets while I rearranged the furniture to accommodate the pullout. During the process of making up the bed Jennifer lost her balance a couple of times and had to grab the backrest or the end table to avoid falling. I had noticed toward the end of our meal that her speech had slowed down and the odd word slurred slightly. Fifteen minutes later she was sitting on the end of the bed while I stoked the woodstove six feet away. The glow and warmth of the fire was augmented by the soft flickering of the candles. I couldn't help but think what a romantic setting this was.

"I think I'm going to get into bed," she announced, standing up wavering noticeably.

"Have you got some comfy PJs to get into?"

"Yeah but I can't be bothered going through my bag tonight," she replied as she worked her bulky sweater up her torso and eventually over her head. This left her wearing a pink camisole and her skin tight black yoga pants. It was quite evident that she not only wore no bra but that she also had little need of one, not because of the size of her breasts but because of their remarkable firmness. The twin grapefruit sized orbs wobbled freely under her silky sheer top as she tossed her sweater onto the part of the sectional not pulled out into a bed. She lost her balance in the process so that she had to reach down onto the pullout to steady herself. Leaning down like that caused the cami to gape at the top giving me a brief but altogether thrilling view of her swaying boobies in the flesh.

The cramp hit me in the midsection causing me to lose my balance and sit down on the opposite side of the bed. It felt as though my uterus had done a backflip. The clenching didn't last long and was almost immediately replaced by the old familiar radiating warmth that forewarns the early stages of arousal. My nipples were tingling and trying to bore their way through the cups of my much needed bra.

I didn't have time to brace after the initial spectacle so I was glad to be already sitting down when my soon to be bedmate hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist of her stretch pants and started to pull them down. Suddenly it was very hard to breathe. I tried to summon the willpower to look away but my eyes were riveted to the descending garment as it quickly exposed the teeny pink bikini panties that matched the top. It might surprise you to hear that I was actually relieved when she turned her back to me and sat on the bed to complete the removal. Having her charms momentarily out of view allowed me to regain a measure of my composure. My mouth was completely dry and my pussy was threatening to spill into my own undies. I grabbed the half glass of wine I had left and downed it in a swallow. Drinking too quickly while still panting from the strip tease sent me into a coughing fit.Jenny rushed to my side nearly falling on the way and started patting my back.

"Oh my God are you okay?" she squealed in a worried tone.

"I'll be fine," I managed to croak. "I just need some water," and I stumbled my way to the powder room suddenly celebrating the foresight that had me put one of the oil lamps in there.

I stood there holding on to the sink for support gasping and clearing my throat. `Get a grip you reprobate dyke' I thought. My mind floundered through the alcohol cursing my degenerate thoughts. I hadn't had that much to drink, relatively speaking. Not enough to account for my disintegrating composure. I consoled myself by remembering that this situation had sprung up out of nowhere and escalated to an intoxicatingly erotic level in not much more than an hour. I'd left home less than twelve hours ago planning to spend a pleasant and plutonic couple of days with a friend and now found myself confronting the proverbial serpent tantalizing with an apple (or maybe it was grapefruit). I splashed some water on my face and resolved to be mature, responsible and keep my prurient thoughts (and more importantly actions) on a tight leash.

"Are you okay Jackie," my temptress called at the bathroom door.

I opened the door intending to say that I was but she was standing there in that shear chemise and the tiniest panties possible, red curls surrounding that innocently gorgeous face. I just stood there with my mouth open looking like a fool. I mumbled something incoherent and made my way back into the living room which was now our bed chamber.

The spirit was willing but the body was weak. Against all commonsense I poured myself another glass of wine. I turned to see her standing beside the bed. It was almost too warm as the woodstove performed magnificently and the candles and oil lamps filled the space with the warm flickering illumination.

"Are you going to turn in too?"

I hadn't actually gotten that far in my thinking. So I took a long swallow of wine to buy thinking time. By the time the fermented grapes reached my stomach I knew I was a goner. "Yeah, I think I'd better do that."

"Where are your pajamas?" my tipsy friend asked.

"I usually sleep in the buff," I confided watching her eyes get slightly bigger. "But if that's going to bother you I can find something to put on."

"Uh... no, uh... make yourself comfortable," she rasped.

I wasn't disappointed that she turned away as I pulled my sweater up over my head and tossed it on the nearby chair. My jeans and socks followed promptly. Unhooking my sweater bra brought my rigidly erect nipples back to mind. Removing the bra set them vibrating with a deliciously sensual tingle that washed down my belly and settled in my crotch. They were distended now to their full one inch projections, the usual ruddy brown glowing redder as they clenched. I resisted the temptation to give my boobs a rub to release the creases caused by their confinement and began removing my lacy flesh tone boy-shorts panties. I was acutely aware of the tendrils of juice that stretched across the gap between my pussy and the descending crotch gusset of my underpants. The flickering candle and oil lamp illumination glinted off the gossamer filaments before they snapped. My hairless sex however continued to gleam damply. I dropped the panties on the floor not wanting to get my secretions on the rest of my clothes.

It was then that I raised my head looking for the edge of the duvet that covered the pull out and saw the look of wonder on my young companion's face. I'm not sure if wonder is the right word exactly. Her eyes were wide and her jaw hung low. Clearly she found something amazing.

"Is there anything wrong?" I asked glancing down at myself before looking back at Jenny.

"You... uh, you... have no hair," she gasped

"And you've never seen that before?" I queried.

"Uh, no I uh, well I've heard of it but I've never actually... uh you know, I mean seen anyone who..." she stammered and eventually trailed off to silence her eyes still riveted on my sex.

"Frankly it's been so long since I had any hair down there that I can't even imagine having it anymore," I responded giving my mons a light rub feeling just slightly self-conscious that my fingers came back gooey. I was reasonably sure she wouldn't be able to see the wetness from across the bed in the subdued light. I resisted the impulse to lick my fingers.

"Why did you, I mean what made you want to... uh, you know..."

My pussy had started to cool, being damp and now exposed to the air but Jennifer's steady gaze was like applying a heat lamp. The heat was flowing upward into my belly.

"When I was in college a girlfriend and I decided to help each other do a trim and see if we could get a nice pattern. Long story short, too much wine and too little skill so we made a mess of it. After that I just decided to take it all off, thinking that I'd let it grow and perhaps try again sometime. It became quite annoying when it started to grow in and after about a week of itching and scratching I shaved it again just for relief. By that time a couple of my partners had glowingly praised the new bald Betty so I stayed with it. You have to remember that this was in the seventies and very few women outside the porn business were doing much more than bikini trims so I was really out there on the cutting edge," I finished with a chuckle at my own pun.

Relating the experience to my companion caused the memory of that evening with Carolyn to zip through my mind on fast forward. Even on fast forward there was still time for all the remembered sights, smells and sensations to tingle through my already aroused body. As if standing naked being scrutinized by this twenty-something red-headed living doll who had just tantalized me with a partial strip tease, yeah the one I was about to get in bed with—to sleep—wasn't enough!

"Of course we've come a long way since the shaving days," I continued gaging my bedmate's reaction. "We got through the several painful options all the way to the hi-tech. Laser is the ultimate answer now." She seemed to be shivering slightly and her amazed expression hadn't dimmed. There was certainly no reason to be cold. The room temperature, thanks to the woodstove, must have been near eighty. I was starting to feel sort of self-conscious so I put my knee on the bed and glided over next to her. My effusive wetness deposited a smear on my calf as my leading leg tucked under me. No longer having my crotch to focus on she seemed unsure where to look.

"It sort of abrogates the term carpet munchers I suppose," I jested trying to lighten the mood. Her head jerked and I was treated to a close-up of those magnificent jade green eyes looking startled—I might even say shocked. "I'm sorry that was crass of me," I quickly apologized, "but it really does enhance the oral sex experience... not just the giving but the receiving too."

Again the eyes got bigger just before she cast them down toward her lap. I noticed that she was now sort of wringing her hands as she whispered, "I... I've never had that done."

The revelation caused me to collapse against the backrest of the pullout. I was as stunned as if someone had just struck a huge gong.

"You mean no one has ever... uh..." A dozen ways to finish that question swirled in my mind but none of them made it out of my mouth and I suppose finishing the question was as unnecessary as asking it. The look on her face was all the confirmation I needed. "But you have had, uh..."

Once again I had a multitude of words for what I was asking but making a choice eluded me. I had a hard time conceiving of a twenty plus year old virgin twenty-first century Canada.

"I'm sorry that's way to personal a question and obviously none of my business," I retreated.

"No, it's okay, I don't mind," she slurred. My moral dilemma deepened and I was losing the battle. "I've had a couple of boyfriends... and we uh, you know... did it... but it was uh... I don't know pretty disappointing I guess you'd say."

"That's pretty typical of men, especially young ones. It's a good thing us girls can always look after ourselves." As soon as the words were out of my mouth I realized how ambiguous the statement was. I had intended to imply masturbation but sapphic activity would have been quite a reasonable inference as well.

"I've never been able to get that to work either," Jenny said quite matter of factly. "I guess I never really got the technique down ya know." After a pregnant pause "I've heard that some women just can't cum." She concluded.

It was not the first time I'd encountered a woman who had not experienced an orgasm. I'd met more than a few; some twice or more my companion's age.

"You're partially right. Some women... a lot of women, don't come but it's not accurate to say they can't," I challenged.

Now she looked up from fiddling with her own hands in her lap. I met the gaze from those beautiful green eyes and saw what I interpreted as hope. The sounds of the storm raging outside filled the hush.

"Have you ever tried to get help," I asked supportively.

My right hand went to the back of her head and I found myself gently stroking her curls. The hair that looked so fine felt so full and silky running between my fingers. Her eyes held mine for a second longer but when she murmured "No," her eyes dropped to her worrying hands again.

"Would you like help?"

The question hung between us like a cloud. I continued to stroke her hair and massage her scalp hoping a positive vibe could flow through my finger tips and communicate what I couldn't find the words to say.

"How could you help," she raised her head and was looking me directly in the eye again. No pressure here.

"Well I... uh, let's just say you wouldn't be the first," the understatement of a lifetime rolled off my tongue.

"You've been with girls, uh, I mean women before." It wasn't a question, more like a realization that came out of her mouth.

"A few."

My hand slid down her neck and began a massage of her shoulder that was more a caress of the satiny pale freckled warmth there. My fingers toyed with the spaghetti strap of the camisole. With my arm pretty much around her shoulders now my breast was touching her left arm. I pulled her a little closer, but still not really a hug. My boob squished a bit, I assumed that she would feel it if she chose to allow her thoughts to acknowledge the contact. My mouth was now within an inch of her tiny delicate ear. My breath stirred the orangey stands of her loose curls. She would be feeling the heat of my brandy and wine flavored breath on her neck as she deliberated. Time seemed to stand still; the only evidence of its passage was the continuing howl of the storm outside. Perhaps a different sort of storm was raging inside the college senior's head.

"What would you do?" she asked in a voice so low that it was barely audible.

"What would you like me to do?" my lips actually grazed the edge of her ear and I finished by allowing my tongue to trace the delicate swirls. A sound came from her but it didn't seem to come from her mouth. It was almost as though a vibration had risen up from her belly that vibrated the air enough to produce a sound like a moan.

"Would you, uh... uh... use your mouth... I mean..." her voice trailed off unable to verbalize what she wanted. Once again the words were superfluous.

The thrill that went through me wasn't even moderated by my conscience. I didn't seduce the gorgeous little red head she had just asked me to eat her. I took my arm from around her and turned to straddle her. Then I put my hands on her shoulders. I had to reach down and lift her chin as she was looking down at her hands again. Gazing deeply into those deep jade green pools, against my own carnal urges, I asked, "Are you sure?"

She replied by nodding. Her eyes beseeching for what I could only guess.

My hands went back to her shoulders and slid the spaghetti straps off. She took a deep breath as I peeled the pink camisole over her magnificently firm round orbs. The weightless garment collected on her midriff and I sighed at the sight. Sitting as she was they weren't perfectly round. Gravity tugged them into a sort of teardrop shape but they valiantly resisted the pull and turned their main roundness upward to point the pale dusty rose areolas straight forward. At the center of each perfect two inch circle a slightly darker pink bump rose above the soft nest. My hands trembled as I gently cupped and lifted, marveling at the weight and how their spongy pliability allowed my fingers to depress into their warmth. My fingers slid over the satin surface thinking how I would never tire of the feel of boobies no matter how many I fondled.

It seemed quite a while but I think it was actually less than a minute before I was able to tear my eyes off her breathtaking chest and look into her eyes again. I was thrilled to see that they were open and focused on my pendulous D cups.

"Touch them if you want," I permitted but was disappointed when she didn't immediately move. "Please touch them" I pleaded only seconds later.

I marveled again at how small and delicate looking her hands were as she tentatively reached for my boobies. The electric jolt as her little fingers grasped my erect nipples was like attaching battery cables. The buzzing tingle turned into a warm glow expanding in my chest but then became a lightning bolt as she began to squeeze—hard!

"Oh God they're so big and hard," she sighed pulling my teats mercilessly.

The lightning bolt exploded in my pelvis and seemed to rebound into my abdomen like waves crashing on a beach. At that moment the sensations were familiar, I might say normal, but they didn't subside to the erotic glow as expected. Jenny continued her manipulation of my nipples squeezing and pulling and twisting with the abandon of a child with a new toy. The waves in my midsection were growing in amplitude and getting hotter by the second. Helplessly I recognized my impending orgasm. It wasn't the first time I'd climaxed from stimulation of my breasts alone but it had been quite a long time since it had last occurred. Long enough that I had almost forgotten it was possible.

I tried as I usually do to hold it back. A climax delayed is a climax intensified—usually. There was no restraining this rocket. The securing straps on the gantry broke away and my head fell back. Involuntarily I began to twitch and shudder. Instinctively my hips pumped on duvet that separated my pussy from Jenny's. I felt the gush down there and knew I had soaked it. Distantly I heard the loud groans but was vaguely aware that they were coming from me. My entire body was now enveloped in extreme heat like being plunged unexpectedly into a hot tub. The tingling radiated out from my belly to the very tips of my fingers and toes and up to the top of my head. The psychedelic burst behind my closed eyelids mellowed to muted shades of pink and orange, and the intense heat faded to that indescribable feeling of pleasure and peace that follows an orgasm. My extremities numb and my body still twitching slightly from the explosion in my limbic system my eyes fluttered open to see the reaction of the gorgeous redhead between my legs.

Shock, wonder, awe any and all could describe the expression on her innocent face. "Did you just cum?" she whispered incredulously.

Her hands were still clinging to my nipples and wrapped my arms around myself entrapping her hands on my tits. My erogenous zones were momentarily numb and I needed to apply a little pressure to them. Right then I could only nod in response.

"Just from me touching your boobs?" Another nod was all I could manage "That's amazing!" she sighed in obvious adulation.

My senses mental as well as physical were beginning to return. Unfolding my arms, my hands gravitated back to the redhead's delectable orbs. Squeezing them and running my thumbnail over her puckered areolae, scrapping the sensitive button at their center I reestablished eye contact.

"I'm very lucky that way," I said, my voice husky and soft. "I climax very easily... does what I'm doing to you excite you?" I asked as gripped the buttons I had raised and twisted them gently.

"Yesss," she sighted and I saw her eyelids flutter as if to confirm her response.

"That's good," I whispered shifting my hips backward toward her feet, kicking the duvet down as I leaned forward. "Do you touch your breasts when you play with yourself?"

I took the moan as affirmation applying my tongue and teeth to her left nipple while continuing to worry the right one with my fingers. Sucking the small button into my mouth and gently gripping behind it with my teeth while flicking the trapped dug with my tongue. Releasing the tooth pressure then applying suction while gently rolling the rubbery protrusion around. Making sure to leave behind lots of saliva for lubrication I reversed position; my tonguing action now on her right nipple while pinching and rolling her slippery left with my fingers. I was rewarded by her gasps and moans. I could feel her hips twisting under me since I had backed down the bed to the point where I was straddling her just above her knees. My own elongated dugs maddeningly dragged on her velvet soft tummy. Lowering my shoulders I was able to continue my oral worship of her tits while rubbing mine more firmly on her lower torso.

I don't know how long I paid homage to her magnificent bosom. I know that I would have been content to do it long past when it was arousing to her. They will get sore after a while. It wasn't really that thought that drew me lower but subtle fragrance wafting up from about a foot away. It emanated from the only thing in the world that is more exciting to suck. Rocking back on my knees I gripped the pink satin ribbon on the top of each or her hips. Swinging around until I was kneeling beside the panting beauty I began tugging the miniscule silk triangle away from her plump looking mons. She shifted her hips to assist and the weightless panties slipped down her silky slender legs and over her feet in one effortless motion. I could not resist bringing the fragile garment to my mouth and nose, inhaling her unique intoxicating scent. The dizzying sensation nearly caused me to topple over. I was pretty sure that she wasn't getting these back—ever.

Tasting and inhaling her tantalizing aroma the third of my senses engaged when my eyes fixed on her copper trimmed girlhood. The tiny pin curls that surrounded paradise were a shade darker than those on her head but if there had been any doubt about her true hair color it was now forever banished. I tossed her underwear in the direction of my clothes for later retrieval. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the weightless garment flutter and barely make it to the edge of the bed. Placing my hands on the insides of her knees, I applied a gentle but firm separating pressure. There was resistance a first. I looked up at the nymphs face and saw how she was applying her teeth to her lower lip. A myriad of emotions were reflected in her twinkling green eyes not the least of which appeared to be fear. Instead of prying her legs apart I began gently stroking the tops of her thighs.

"Are you okay," I whispered. Her head tentatively nodded in the affirmative but there was still doubt in those jade green windows to her soul. "If it's too much we can stop now... it's okay, it's up to you."

I continued to run my hands up and down her legs in a slow rhythmical caress. I noticed again that she was shivering just a little. I was pretty sure it wasn't from being cold because I could feel droplets of perspiration around my hairline. Jennifer chewed gently on her lower lip her eyes beseeching. The question was beseeching for what. I had already given her permission to call a halt. Seconds ticked by and the storm outside made its continued ferocity known in the interim. Ice crystals pinged off the windows and the howl of the wind gusts through the eaves and the surrounding trees was musical in a threatening sort of way. Gradually my caress rose to take in her hips at the highest point and descending slowing and languorously to her knees. Each time my fingers began the downward travel my fingers brushed through the tight copper curls around the demurely closed crease of her vulva. I sensed after a few circuits that her hips were rising to meet my exploring fingers as if seeking more intimate contact. Recognizing what might be a signal I made sure my fingers actually brushed her crease as they began their downward journey. As my finger tips stroked along her inner thighs I again began applying gentle outward pressure. The force I was exerting could barely have moved a feather. It was just a suggestion and evidently the naked co-ed had decided to comply. Slowly with each cycle of my hands Jenny's legs parted.

There was no overt movement. Little by little the separation grew. Soon enough I was able to see a line of deep pink down the middle of her vulva hinting at the treasures she was hiding there. My right hand ruffled through the silky rusty curls more firmly than before. I felt the plumpness of her mons yield and the gash open enough for me to glimpse the convergence of the inner lips and the hood that concealed her most erogenous part. I looked up quickly at her sharp intake of breath. She looked at me and then down at her own pussy and then back at me. Her breath was ragged and she still looked ready to run out of the room any second.

"Relax," I cooed soothingly. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm just stroking and touching here and there... it feels good—doesn't it?" She nodded in agreement and I was encouraged to see her shoulders, which had been up around her ears, drop to a more relaxed position. While I was speaking I had begun to apply more pressure with my thumb at the top of her slit. I was now pressing hard enough to feel the root of her clit trapped against her pelvic bone. Pressing on the base of her clitoris with a slightly circular motion I also put upward pressure on her vulva. Her plump engorged outer labia parted more until I could visualize all of her thin delicate pink inner lips. The slightest glisten in the flickering candle light revealed the moistness.

Pushing back with my arms I moved my body down the bed until my feet were dangling over the end. My hands slipped easily under her thighs, curled up over and around until my fingers were dancing lightly through the copper curls surrounding the hot pink gash a foot from my face. I had to swallow repeatedly lest I drown in my own overly abundant saliva. While gulping down my spit I inhaled her delicate sweet fragrance and thought, not for the first time, that this was probably like the head spinning intoxication people got from snorting cocaine.

My fingers found purchase in the short curlys sufficient to part the plump outer labia. The thin inner folds opened slightly as well. The darkness of her inner depths winked and beckoned. I pulled her pussy wider until the wee man in the boat showed himself. Her love button was a shade or two lighter pink than the surrounding tissues. It poked out of its sanctuary looking like a little pink breath mint waiting to be devoured. The labia gleamed with her juices which were beginning to trickle toward the dark puckered ring a few inches lower. I briefly blew on her coochie cooling the saturated flesh before applying my whole mouth to the feast.

Jenny dug her heels into the mattress and tried to scramble up the bed while screaming. My arms tightened around her upper thighs and kept my mouth attached to her cunt in spite of her determined attempt to retreat. I was reminded of a trail ride I been on with a rent by the hour pony. She clopped along the well worn path with disinterest until we got within sight of the barn. Then little nag took off at a gallop. Just as the co-ed's hips and legs were galloping now. At first I thought she was trying to escape. For a half an instant I wondered if I should stop but her vocalizations expressed ecstasy. I managed to gulp a mouth full of her delicious nectar before backing off and surveying the delicate flower of her womanhood.

My arms were still firmly around her upper thighs so my hands and more importantly my fingers could come from above and open the pink fleshy petals. Tracing all the surfaces with a firm tongue rewarded me with another scoop of her syrupy sweet juice. It was helpful that her thrashing had reduced to twitches and bucks while her scream moderated to moans and groans of pleasure. My ear was tuned to her responses and my upper body sensed the physical reactions to my cunilingus techniques. Letting my tongue go soft I lapped gently over the whole length of her crease. Then flexing it firm I flicked her distended love button, first up and down then back and forth, finally in a circular motion gauging the magnitude of her reaction to each type of stimulation. I repeated the experiments several times until I determined the actions that drew the biggest response. I continued using my full repertoire including occasionally sucking her inner vulva into my mouth simultaneously flicking her stiff little clit but went back more and more often and for longer stretches to her favorite stimulations. I could literally feel the tension building in her pudendum. Her groans growing deeper and more urgent.

"Oh my god... oh fuck!" were the Jenny's last exclamations before her hips heaved and she screamed in a long crescendo of a wail.

I did not stimulate her during her orgasm. I held on firmly to her thighs and pressed my face against her pulsating quim as the violence of her contortions gradually decreased. When she was reduced to twitches that seemed appropriate to the soft mewing moans she was making, I stealthily slipped out from between her legs and slid up beside the luscious post orgasmic red-head. Folding her into my arms I held her shivering softness for so long that I began to doze.

Sometime later I felt her stir. She lifted her head off my breast and mouthed the words—thank-you—then snuggled back against me and we both slept.

We awoke the next morning as the early sun blazed through the large windows. Power was back on. We were washing up the breakfast dishes we heard the thumping in the entry hall that turned out to be Jeannie stamping the snow off her boots.

Our host sauntered into the kitchen in her stocking feet. Seeing me standing at the sink and Jenny wiping a plate with a dish towel she remarked, "Well don't you two look like an old married couple."

Jenny and I looked at each other and broke down into fits of laughter completely out of proportion to the simple quip.

The rest of the weekend was quite restful and entirely plutonic.

I never saw or heard from Jennifer again. As a matter of sad fact I even lost touch with Jeannie a few years ago. Still the memory of that pre-new year weekend in ski country brings a contented smile.

THE END

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