This is an age-play fantasy intended for adults. If you are offended by such things, the simple solution is not to read it. This fantasy story is in no way advocating for any actual minors to be involved with actual adults. --- SNOWBLIND --- Present Day - Cara Everyone who lives in the northeast remembers the giant blizzard that raged through our area December five years back. It just about shut down my hometown for three days; although it was a week really before things were clear enough to be close to normal again. Everyone has a story from that blizzard. For most kids my age at the time, it was about how they got a week off school right before Christmas, extending the holiday break out into a glorious three weeks of sleeping in and playing with their new toys. About how they were able to build The Best snow forts, snowmen, tunnels; have The Best snowball fights and sledding and snow angels. My story of that blizzard always gets a laugh, a gasp, and is usually declared the weirdest story, the winner of the group. The problem is, I've never actually told the whole story to anyone because above all else, my story of that blizzard is a secret. Five Years Ago - Cara I felt like a grownup. I was at the mall, by myself (well, technically with my little brother Sam and his friend Kevin for another hour), doing Christmas shopping on my own for the first time. I had dressed up for the occasion in a wrap skirt and sparkly holiday sweater, shimmery tights, and my shiny mary janes. The first thing I'd done after my parents dropped us off was to use a quarter to rent out a locker for my bulky outerwear. Coat, scarf, gloves - all smashed into the locker so I wouldn't have to haul them around all day. I even nicely let Sam and Kevin shove their coats in with mine. The deal was they would go with me to a few stores, and then I'd supervise them for lunch in the food court and watch over them in the arcade till Kevin's mom picked them up. Sam was staying over at Kevin's. Then I'd have a few hours by myself to shop before my mom picked me up. We'd just finished lunch and were walking toward the arcade when we saw the mall Santa. The line wasn't that bad, and the boys had been surprisingly well behaved for me, so I decided on impulse to suggest they get a picture taken with Santa and they could give it to each set of parents, my treat. The boys seemed into it so we all got in line. After about five minutes it was our turn. The boys went up together to tell Santa their fondest wishes while I worked out buying pictures. The cheerful elf manning the register pointed out I could actually save money if I bought a pack that included me sitting on Santa's lap too. I was fourteen, and felt a bit old for that, but figured my mom would love it so I went for it. The boys finished up and I wandered up to Santa. Up close I could tell he was younger than the usual guy they got to play Santa. He had beautiful green eyes and I could tell that they had to use a lot of padding to make him look all jolly and fat like Santa is supposed to look. His brows furrowed when I stood in front of him, but after a second he managed a "ho ho ho" and reached out to help me onto this lap. He put an arm around my waist and I straightened my skirt out. We both looked up to the camera to find the photographer struggling with something. "It'll just be a minute," he hollered out. Santa took that opportunity to shift me on his lap a bit and now his gloved hand was just below my breasts. I suddenly felt warm and flushed. He leaned his head close to mine and softly spoke. "You're a little older than the normal kid I see. Were those your brothers?" I laughed nervously. "One is, the other is his friend. It was cheaper for me to get this package. Don't worry, I don't still believe in Santa." Now he was laughing, and trying to turn a snort into a jolly belly laugh and stay in character. "Well, you can still tell me what you want for Christmas little girl." The way he said "little girl" bounced in my brain in a way that made me really want to hear him say it again, and maybe shift his hand a little higher too. The timber of his voice, his hand so close to my breasts, the feel of his hard leg pressing against me - it was all making me almost dizzy. I leaned back against him which caused his hand to slide up so that he was cupping my left breast. He reacted instantly, pulling his hand down as if he'd touched an open flame. I felt my nipple harden and then sat up straighter as I heard the photographer announce they were ready. Thirty seconds later the picture was done and I was getting a receipt to bring back when I picked up the pictures later. I looked back at Santa as we walked to the arcade, but he was smiling for another picture, a baby boy in his lap, and didn't see me. Five Years Ago - Mark Mall Santa was not how I planned to spend my Saturday, but my uncle had food poisoning, or a 24 hour bug - at any rate something that was keeping him bent over a toilet in misery. My aunt had called around but hadn't had any luck finding a replacement for the day. My uncle looked the part of Santa and filled out the outfit without much help. I on the other hand, had five of my aunts decorative pillows stuffed under this suit. Hopefully my uncle would wake up tomorrow feeling great because sitting here with little children on my lap was not the best time I'd ever had. I'd filled in as an elf a time or two before though, so I knew the drill and did my best with the kids. Until, that is, she came up. I'd noticed her in line with the two little boys, but it was rare to get anyone over about 10 to come sit on Santa's lap, so I didn't really expect her to come up on the dais after the boys. But there she was, young, perfect, smiling shyly at me, causing my throat to go dry and my pants to feel tighter. Shit. I usually avoided people her age, or well, at least avoided personal, physical, contact. Ever since I first starting noticing girls, it was ones about her age, on the cusp of growing into their more adult bodies, that turned me on. At the time, those girls were in my peer group and it didn't seem abnormal to me or anyone else when I had a crush on a classmate. As I got older though, my tastes didn't. I still found girls about 13-15 the most attractive and desirable. No one had to tell me this wasn't ok, I knew. So, I pushed it away. I went on dates, usually in groups, with people my age. I never felt very romantic about anyone though. I became known as "a gentleman" for never pushing girls to have sex or even make out. Not that I didn't do some exploring with dates who wanted to. It felt good, but always like something was missing. In college I found a girlfriend who looked years younger than she was and I felt like maybe things would be ok. We lost our virginity to each other and became close friends as well. By the time college was over though, she had matured a bit and my attraction had waned somewhat. She had a job offer in California. We discussed moving there together, but neither of us really wanted me to say yes. We parted ways as friends and I moved back to my hometown to work in the IT department for the shipping/copying/self-storage locations my uncle operated around the state. I spent the next two years working hard, only dating when friends or family got too pushy and set me up on blind dates, and watching way too many shows on Disney and Nickelodeon, lusting after the girls on my screen. I resigned myself to a less than full life. I really hadn't expected to have the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in the flesh sit on my lap while I filled in for my uncle as Santa. She stared at me before sitting on my lap and the minute I had my arm around her I knew I wanted to keep her near me forever. The gods were smiling on me, I thought, when the camera had some issue that caused her to have to stay longer. I tried to just be polite, ask her about the boys. When she laughed I felt it bounce through me and I shifted her so that she wouldn't feel my erection. But then she leaned back against me and I smelled her. Strawberries and gum filled my head and my hand was suddenly on her breast. Fuck! I pulled away quickly; no one seemed to have seen and she didn't act like she'd noticed. The photographer was ready and just like that, click, and she was gone, walking way with the boys. A baby was placed in my lap and I looked at the camera, but not before seeing her glance back at me out of the corner of my eye. Present Day - Cara It wasn't like we didn't know it was going to be snowing that day, but that far north, winter snow was nothing to stop life over. The projections that it would be that bad were small, so people just went on with their routines. Life is like that, you just go about things like everything is normal, and it is, until suddenly it's not. Five Years Ago - Cara I'd seen Sam and Kevin off with Kevin's mom, who commented on the increasing snow, but didn't seem that concerned, and then went back to shopping. I'd already gotten most of the things I wanted to give as gifts and had money left, so I decided to treat myself to a few new outfits. I couldn't help but think of Santa (I wished I knew his name) and if he would like the way things looked on me as I preened in the dressing room. I was walking back by the Santa area on my way back across the mall when I passed a lingerie store. I had never owned anything but plain cotton panties and, just recently, some bras. I had never even thought about wanting more than that, but an outfit in the window caught my eye. It wasn't that racy, it just looked like a short fancy nightgown to me, but I really wanted it all of the sudden, so I went inside. I found the outfit, which it turned out had matching panties, in what I thought would be my size and asked to try it on. The sales lady frowned at me and made a comment about me being a little young for this stuff, but opened a dressing room door. The minute I had it on I felt all grown up. Sexy maybe. The red silk bodice hugged my breasts, which weren't that big yet, and then draped and flowed around me to my upper thighs. It was trimmed with red velvet ribbon and had a tiny white silk bow where it dipped in between my breasts. The panties were also red and silky with velvet trim and two little white bows at the hips. It covered more than bathing suits I'd worn, but made me feel more exposed than anything I'd ever put on. I closed my eyes and imagined sitting on Santa's lap wearing this, feeling his arm around the soft silk. I was blushing while I paid for it, and had no real plans for what do actually do with this outfit, but I was thrilled to own it. I shoved the bag from the store under clothes in another bag, knowing my mom would have questions I couldn't answer if she saw this. When I came out of the store I saw that the mall was noticeably less crowded and checking the time saw I only had about half an hour before my mom was to pick me up. I got an orange Julius and remembered I still had to pick up the pictures so I went back over to Santa's workshop. They were packing up and there was no Santa in sight. I got the pictures from the elf cashier and sat down on a nearby bench to look at them and see if Santa came back. I wanted one more look at him before I had to go. The pictures with my brother were cute and the ones with me made me tingle to remember the feeling of sitting on his lap. My phone rang and started me out of my hazy thoughts; it was mom. "Sweetie, I'm on my way but the snow is coming down crazy fast and there's been an accident on the bridge. I'm going to be delayed and I'm not sure how long." "Mom, this place closes in about 15 minutes!" "I know honey, just stay inside as long as they will let you and I'll be there as soon as I can." "Ok, hurry. Bye. Be safe." I was feeling a little panicked and the mall-wide announcement that they were indeed closing in 15 minutes didn't help. I sat on the bench and chewed my lip and just prayed mom would be able to get here before I had to try to convince mall security to let me stay until she did. I was so lost in my thoughts about this that I didn't notice the guy who sat down next to me until he asked if I was ok. I looked over at a very handsome older man, and then started when I recognized his eyes. Santa! "Hey, are you ok? You look worried," he said calmly. "Um, yeah, I'm ok... just my mom is stuck behind an accident and the snow is getting bad and..," I trailed off feeling lame. "Oh, well, that sucks. Hey, I'm Mark by the way, aka Santa, but shhhh don't tell anyone," he offered his hand and laughed. His sincerity and goofiness made me smile and I shook his hand. "Cara - um, that's me that is." Damn I was not making any sense when all I could look at was how handsome this guy was. "Well, Cara, pleased to meet you. Would you like me to wait with you till your mom gets here? I know most of the people here and I'm sure I can convince them not to kick us out for a while." Relief washed though me. "Yes! Thank you. I really don't want to have to wait outside for her, it's really coming down and looks freezing out." "Hey, my pleasure. How can I resist helping a damsel in distress," he said with another goofy grin. Five Years Ago - Mark I'd kept an eye out for the enchanting girl all the rest of the day and spotted her once going into a lingerie store across from where I was stuck. I couldn't tell if she bought anything but was intrigued, way more than I should have been, about the idea of her wearing anything in that store. After the last squirming little kid asked me for a video game, I went to change out of the Santa suit and get ready to go home. My apartment was just beside the mall, I hadn't even driven here, I would just walk home. When I came back wearing normal clothes again I saw her on a bench, looking off into space and seeming worried. Well, shit. I wasn't sure it was the best idea but I went over to talk to her. Just being near her again was intoxicating. Hearing her mom was delayed and she was worried she'd be put outside to freeze made me want to pull her back into my lap, but instead I just offered to sit with her. We made small talk about the music and television she liked, the book she was reading, the joy of having a younger sibling (I had a younger brother too), what gifts she bought - she showed me each one. The fifteen minutes till the mall closed flew by and I encouraged her to call her mom again, see what the status was. While she was doing that I saw Alex, one of the security guards, heading in our general direction so I went over to ask him if we could stay for a while longer. He agreed he could let us hang out until he was done making rounds, but after that we'd have to leave. When I came back over she was talking in a panicked voice to her mom on the phone. I let her know we had about an hour before they kicked us out and she told her mom that, then handed me the phone. "She wants to talk to you." I took the phone had a brief conversation with Sandra, Cara's mom. She seemed like a nice, if sort of ditzy, lady. She was well and truly stuck behind the accident, and the way the snow was coming down, police were sending everyone back the way they came and closing the bridge. She was panicking herself a bit about how to get to Cara. I assured her I wouldn't leave her kid alone or let her freeze to death outside. She seemed wary of a strange older man being the one watching her kid, which wasn't an unreasonable thing, and so I did my best to reassure her. I felt like a total fraud because, in fact, her daughter was pretty much the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and I was delighted at getting to spend time with her, but kept up the caring older brother type act. I mean, I did care too, I wouldn't let a child be stranded outside if I could help, but being near this particular one... I can't say I didn't have more of an interest than if it had been a five year old boy or something. After a few minutes of conversation and giving Sandra my phone number and my aunt's phone number (turns out she had used their self-storage business in the past and had actually met my uncle, which I could tell made her trust me much more, even though I didn't really understand why), I made the offer that changed my life forever. "Well, if it would help, I mean, my apartment is just across the way from the mall. I was going to walk home. Cara can come with me and stay at my place until the roads clear up and you can get here. I mean, if you want...?" Present Day - Cara Choices create ripples. I know this more now that I'm seen those ripples spread out over the years. My mom agreeing to let me go with Mark, back to his apartment, created a ripple I'm sure she never imagined would last. I'm sure she thought it was a very temporary measure, one she wouldn't have agreed to except for the emergency of me being stranded at the mall. What choice did she have really, besides trying to convince the police to come get me? They seemed pretty busy with accidents anyway. But still, she chose by saying yes, and he chose by offering, and I chose by not objecting. Even a choice that you can't really see another good option to is still a choice. Five Years Ago - Cara I was going home with Mark. I. Was. Going. Home. With. Mark. I couldn't believe it. I felt so relieved I had a place to go, but then nervous too, but in a kind of butterfly in my tummy way. "... boots? Cara? Hello?," I looked up at his hand waving in my face and focused on what he was asking. "Do you have boots with you?" "Ah, no. I didn't think I'd need them. Just these," I said holding up a mary-jane clad foot. "Ok, well, we have to walk to my place and you can't wear those." He chewed on his lower lip for a second and then said to hold on, he'd be right back. He went into the workshop that was part of the Santa set up and came back with Santa's boots and some of the fluffy white fake snow. "Here, I know these are huge but we'll stuff this around your feet, hell, you can keep your shoes on too, and that should help." He knelt down in front of me and proceeded to help me get my feet into the boots, which were enormous on me. With some creative packing of "snow" and him lacing them as tight as he could, they were solid enough on my feet, although it made each step a little awkward. He went to get my coat for me and helped bundle me up and led me through the employee exit. It felt like being in on a secret, walking down the empty hallway that shoppers never got to see. We stepped out into white. It was snowing so hard I could barely see the apartment complex he pointed to, just across the lot. "That's as far as we have to go, not bad at all. I'll carry the bags and you hold onto my jacket, ok?" I nodded and reached up to hold onto his jacket, and we started across the lot. The snow was deep and hard to walk though, but he kept up a stream of conversation about what he did for work, how long he'd lived at this apartment, his cat, and it helped things go faster. I stumbled a time or two but he always steadied me and then we kept going. It took us maybe twenty minutes to get across the lot, through his complex, and to his place. I'm sure on a normal day we could have done it in five, but the snow was that bad. By the time we were at his apartment, I was freezing. My nose was like an ice cube and my legs felt like jello from the walk. He opened the door to welcome warmth and a mewling orange cat that twined through his legs and looked warily at the snow before retreating. "Say hi and bye to Liam," he said nodding at the cat. Inside, he helped me out of my coat and knelt again to help take off the boots. "I'm going to make us some hot chocolate. Why don't you call your mom to let her know we made it and you're safe, ok? And just make yourself at home. The living room is right there and the bathroom is down the hall to your left." He went into the kitchen and I plopped on the sofa and dialed mom. She was just getting back home herself and was super thankful to hear I was safe. I got the address off a piece of mail sitting on the end table and gave it to her. She wasn't sure when the roads would be clear enough and asked if I was comfortable enough to stay over if I had to. "Yes, but I don't know if that's ok with him," I said. Mark came in then, handed me a hot chocolate and raised in eyebrow in question. "Here, you talk to her," I said, handing him the phone. They had another brief conversation and he assured my mom that I'd be fine, that I was welcome, and that he could make up the couch for me. After talking to my mom again for a minute, I hung up and twisted so I was sitting cross-legged on the couch facing Mark. "Thank you so much for saving me," I said, sipping the hot chocolate. "Hey, you're welcome. Really. You'd do the same for someone I'm sure," he grinned at me with a hot chocolate mustache decorating his face. I giggled then and leaned forward to wipe it off his lip, not really thinking about it. He grabbed my wrist before I could touch him, and the warmth of his hand on me made my brain short circuit. All I could think of to say was, "your lip..." and then he released me and wiped his face. Smiling, he changed subjects. "I put a pizza in the oven, sorry, there's not much variety here on food." I said that was fine and he turned on Netflix. After finding out I'd never seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer, we proceeded to have a marathon viewing session of the first four episodes of season one, eating pizza, then having more hot chocolate. We'd just finished episode four and were debating on whether to stay up really late for episode five, when the power flickered, then went off. Now, I know that fourteen is a bit old to be scared of the dark, but the suddenness of it, and being in a new place, had me screaming and launching myself into his lap. He made an ooof noise and then, after a few seconds that felt like eternity, put his arms around me and held me close to him. "Hey there, it's ok. It's just the power," he said as he patted my back and cradled me. I leaned my head back and tried to look at him in the dark. "I'm sorry, I know. I didn't mean to act like a little kid." I started to scoot off but was shivering a bit as I did. His arms pulled me closer instead of letting me go. Five Years Ago - Mark I'd been enjoying just relaxing with Cara all night, introducing her to Buffy, and now I suddenly had a lapful of her, trembling, clinging to me. She was almost instantly embarrassed about her reaction to the power going off but I couldn't let her go, not yet. Oh god, I thought, just give me a few minutes of this. It was bliss having that girl in my arms, on my lap, smelling her strawberry hair again. I couldn't see her well as my eyes hadn't adjusted yet, but I could feel and hear how scared she was. There was no way I was letting her go. I held her to me, her head tucked under my chin, her warm breath little puffs on my neck, and rubbed her back. We just sat like that until she stopped shaking. I broke the silence, "Feel better?" "Yeah, sorry," she said, squirming in my lap. I didn't want to let her go but I let her slide to sit beside me instead and was rewarded with the fact that she was close enough our thighs were touching. "It's absolutely fine. Let me see if I can get an eta on this being fixed from the power company." I found their number in my contacts and navigated the infuriating menu till I got the recorded message, which told me nothing useful. There wasn't an estimate, the outage was widespread. "Ok, Cara, I hate to tell you this, but the power might be off a while. It might get cold but we can light some candles and find some blankets and keep you warm on the couch, ok?" I could see her a little better now and saw her nod. "Can I come with you to get those?" "Sure sweetie." I took her hand and used the light from my cell phone to lead her to the kitchen where I found a flashlight and some candles. I set those out and handed her the flashlight. "You can be my torch bearer." That got a smile out of her. Letting her light the way I went into my bedroom and rummaged through the trunk there for extra blankets. I noticed the light wobble and looked back at Cara. "What's wrong hon?" In a very small voice, she replied, "I really don't want you to leave me out there by myself." "Oh, um, well, I'm not sure where else to put you. I mean, you can have the bed and I can take the couch, would that be better?" "Can't we just share the bed? It looks big," she said. I wasn't sure how to respond. My body obviously loved the thought because I felt myself getting hard. I sat down on the edge of my bed. I loved the idea of having her warm little body next to me all night. But I also knew it would not go over well with anyone else if they found out. Fate had put Cara here, with me, in these circumstances, and I was fumbling to figure out how to handle this. I let out a deep breath. "Cara, I don't want to do anything that would make you scared, like leave you alone, but I, well, I mean, sharing the bed, that's maybe not a great idea. I just, well, your mom would probably not approve, don't you think?" She looked up at me, big eyes, and said, "Well, I won't tell her if you won't." Present Day - Cara By fourteen, I knew what sex was and how it worked, at least in theory. I'd had my period for two years. I went to the optional sex education program at my Unitarian church and probably knew more than some of my friends. I knew how to put a condom on produce, if not an actual penis. I knew about "bad touch" and that I could tell my parents or teachers or people at church if someone tried to hurt me or touched me against my will. I even knew about masturbation (our sex ed was pretty comprehensive) and had touched myself plenty of times. I'd kissed one boy at a school dance and found it less than exciting, kind of sloppy and messy. A lot of my friends were starting to do more, touching and kissing and making taking off some clothes. I'm sure some of them were going to have sex soon. I just couldn't get that excited about boys my age though. They seemed so awkward and stupid. I thought about sex, and I felt attracted to some of the older guys I saw, like some of my teachers, but I knew I couldn't date them. I figured I'd just have to wait till the boys I knew grew up some more, and till then, I knew how to make myself feel good. Five Years Ago - Cara I waited for Mark to say something, hardly believing I'd just said what I had to him. I really didn't want to be alone though. I wasn't clueless about how it would look to my parents if I slept next to him. I knew they'd freak out. But I honestly just wanted to not sleep alone in a new place. It had been an unexpected day with lots of emotional highs and lows, I just wanted to rest and he'd been really comforting so far. He was cute, and I definitely felt attracted to him, but I really didn't think I had any chance of him wanting me back. I was just a kid to him, I was sure. He sat quietly in the dark for a minute before finally looking at me. "Cara, are you sure, do you promise, that if I say yes, you won't tell anyone. Not just your parents but anyone at all. You can't tell anyone about me letting you sleep in this bed with me. I'd be in so much trouble. If I say yes, I'm trusting you to keep this a secret. Can you?" "Yeah, of course. I know you're putting yourself out by having me here at all. Thank you so much for taking care of me today by the way. I promise I would never tell anyone if you let me sleep here. I know my parents would be upset with me too." He nodded and sat for another minute. "Ok, fine. I'll just put these blankets on my bed. It'll get pretty cold with the power out. Um, Liam might jump on the bed at some point. So don't freak out if you wake up and there's an orange furry face in yours. I'll see what I have you can wear to bed." Mark found an old sweatshirt from his college that was big enough to hang down to my knees, and pointed me to the bathroom. He said there might be an extra toothbrush in one of the drawers in there and that I should help myself. Alone in the bathroom, the flashlight bounced off the mirror and made it pretty bright considering. I changed, used the bathroom, and searched for the toothbrush. I finally found it, but before that I found something puzzling but potentially hopeful - a rather well used copy of Seventeen magazine, folded to a fashion spread of girls about my age. I put it back where I found it, brushed my teeth, and went back to the bedroom. The room was full of flickering lights when I got there. He'd lit some of the candles and it felt cozy and romantic. I pushed the romantic thought down. Despite what I'd seen in the bathroom, he hadn't done anything other than be nice and comfort me. My heart might keep fluttering around him and my stomach might have butterflies, but I really couldn't imagine he felt anything similar about being near me. Still, the idea that I was going to get into a bed, with a man, in candlelight... it was like something out of a movie. "It looks pretty in here," I said, as he turned around from lighting the last candle. He'd changed into flannel pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy but I suddenly felt damp between my legs like I did when I touched myself. "Thanks, um, I just wanted more light for us. I'm going to go brush my teeth. Feel free to get in bed. I usually sleep on the left side." He hurried out of the room. I went around to the right of the bed, the nightstand on that side was pretty much empty except for a lamp, and climbed under the covers. I had been chilly but the weight of the blankets was comforting and started to warm me. Five Years Ago - Mark I stood in the bathroom with my forehead pressed against the door, resisting the urge to bang it. How was I supposed to go back in that room, get in bed beside that girl with her sexy legs poking out of my college sweatshirt, and manage to not touch her and not let her find out I was aroused. It was a queen sized bed, and neither of us was that big, but it wouldn't take much tossing and turning to bring us together on it either. I took several deep breaths, counted to ten, and then brushed my teeth, peed, and forced myself to go back to the bedroom. She was sitting in bed, covers pulled up, her auburn hair loose around her shoulders, and looked up at me when I came back in. "Comfy?" I asked. "Yeah, great," she replied. I nodded at her and blew out the candles on the dresser. It was dimmer now, the one on my nightstand providing some flickering light and casting shadows over her delicate features. I got in my side of the bed and pulled the covers up. I felt her scoot down under the covers and I leaned over and blew out the last candle. "Sleep well then," I said. "You too." Yeah, that was not going to be easy. I just stared at the ceiling in the dark, not moving. I listened to her move around and felt the gentle shift of blankets as she got comfortable. I wanted to look at her, but I didn't dare until I heard her breathing change. A glance showed she was on her side, facing away from me. I shifted to my side as well and stared at the back of her head. Her hair shined against the pillow now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark. I reached out one hand and gently touched her hair, just the ends, just barely stroking it, till I fell asleep. Some time later, hard to tell with the power out, I blinked my eyes open to see what was making me so warm. Lo and behold, there was a body pressed against mine, burrowed against my chest. It took me a second to remember Cara being here. She seemed fast asleep, just cuddled into me with her legs tucked up under the sweatshirt, her face pressed against my chest. I could feel her breath. I wasn't entirely thinking clearly, still half asleep, so I wrapped an arm around her and fell back asleep. Five Years Ago - Cara I woke up from the best sleep I'd ever had, and realized I was in Mark's arms. I didn't remember how I got there, but I did tend to change positons in my sleep so I probably had just rolled into him. He must have gone with it, and I smiled into his chest. He smelled so good. I adjusted just a bit to snuggle closer, hoping he wouldn't wake up, or that if he did he wouldn't push me away. I felt something hard pushing on my thigh and suddenly realized it was his penis. I took a breath - remembered learning boys just woke up that way sometimes. But still, it felt good. I pressed my thigh into it a little more and felt him stir; I froze. He didn't move more so I did it again and he made a soft noise. Again I stopped and then did it again. Another noise. This time he seemed to wake up and the next thing I knew he was sitting up and I was no longer in his arms. He looked over at me warily. "Um, morning, sorry, I'm not sure how we ended up so close." He got up and went down the hall to the bathroom. I just sat in bed and waited for him to come back. I wasn't sure exactly how we'd gotten all snuggled up either, but I loved it. I wanted more. It seemed like it was really early, and I kind of wanted to go back to sleep with him for a bit. He seemed to linger in the bathroom but eventually came back and sat on the edge of the bed. "I looked outside and it's still snowing. Nothing looks plowed. It's only 7am though." "Can we sleep for a little while longer?" I asked. "I was really cozy and warm until you got up." I gave him the smile I used when I wanted my dad to say yes to a request. He hesitated a bit but finally just said "sure" and got back under the covers. I immediately scooted back over to his side and curled up against him. "Thanks, this feels so comfortable." "Cara, I, um, I'm glad you're comfortable, but this isn't really..." "Why not," I cut him off before he could finish. "Why can't we snuggle here? The power is still off, it's cold. I'm cozy and warm this way. Aren't you?" "Yes, yeah, I'm cozy, it's nice. It's too nice." He blew out a breath and closed his eyes. "Cara, with you pressed against me I feel things I probably shouldn't. I don't want to scare or hurt you. I, fuck, I don't know what to do here." Now he was trembling and I didn't think it was from the cold. Five Years Ago - Mark Shit balls. I can't believe I just said that to her. What would she think? Did she even understand what I was saying? I felt paralyzed. Incapable of pushing her away, terrified to pull her closer. She resolved my paralysis by scooting even closer. "Just hold me and sleep, that's all." She said it so matter of fact. "I like how you feel. Don't you like how I feel?" She had no idea what she was asking me, she couldn't. Did she? Her warm body against me was too much. I turned to face her, putting my hand against her check, and gently stroked it. "Yes, yes I like how this feels. I like it more than you can know. I'd lay here with you all day if you wanted me to." I gulped, but the smile that spread on her face could have lit up the entire city. Then she kissed me. Just a press of lips against mine, for a second, before she pulled back and blushed. "I'm sorry, I, I just....," she trailed off. I hugged her close, let her bury her head against my chest again. "It's ok, it's all fine. I, um, I get the impulse. To want to kiss someone I mean. It happens. I'm not making much sense am I?" "Did you like it?" she murmured against my chest. I could feel the heat from her bright red cheeks. "Yeah, I loved it. You have to understand though; I'm like ten years older than you. I shouldn't be kissing you." She pulled back to look at me. "You didn't. I kissed you. Shouldn't I be able to kiss people I want to kiss if they like it? I'm not a baby." She seemed indigent now, angry almost. "Hey, calm down. Yes, you should be able to kiss people if you want to. I think you're old enough to know if you want to kiss someone. But usually that someone is your age." "Well, I've tried that, and I didn't like it. I liked kissing you." I looked her in the eyes, trying to decide what would happen next. Trying to figure out if I had a right to make any decisions at all. She was still blushing a bit, but she looked fierce, determined. I leaned forward and repeated what she had done to me, just a press of lips. God damn, just that shot sparks direct to my dick. I held still and then she moved her lips against me, tentatively. "I'm not really sure what to do. Can you show me?" she asked. I smiled at her and answered by kissing her again, moving my lips against hers, then gently swiping my tongue across her lips. I gently kissed her, cradling her face in my hands. Incrementally adding some pressure, occasionally using my tongue to part her mouth just a little. I stayed extremely alert to her and any tiny signal that she wasn't enjoying this would have made me stop. I was probably going to hell for this no matter what, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. Her reactions to it all made me think hurt was the last thing she was though. She followed my lead and quickly became an enthusiastic participant. We lost time, kissing, now open mouthed, tongues pressing against each other. My hands drifted from her face to her sides and hers burrowed into my hair, driving me crazy. My erection was pressing into her and my leg worked its way between hers. I pulled away just long enough to gasp out "Are you still ok?" and when she pulled my face back to hers with a nod I felt like the most blessed person on earth at that moment. Five Years Ago - Cara All the things I thought I knew about sex, intimacy, and doing things with another person flew out the window after kissing Mark and having him kiss me back. The longer we kissed and the deeper it got, the more I felt myself light up. My nipples were hard, I was wet between my legs, sizzles of electricity felt like they were zinging along my entire body. His hands were on my hips, but I wanted him to touch me everywhere, all at once if possible. I had no idea how to properly communicate this so I touched him instead. My hands had been grasping his soft thick hair, but I slid them down, running my fingers over his neck, then lower to his sides, mirroring his hands on me. He groaned into our kisses as I did this and his hips jerked forward, pressing his erection into me again. I pushed back and wiggled, trying to get him to move more. I thought it might not work but then his hands tentatively slid up, just under my breasts, and I remembered how he'd fleetingly touched me there at the mall. I moaned and pushed my chest into his hands. This time he didn't pull away and I felt his fingers moving over me, tracing circles where my nipples were pushing against the shirt. Then his hands moved down again and I made a noise of complaint, but stopped when I realized they were edging under the shirt and moving back up. The second his thumbs brushed over my nipples, flesh to flesh, I threw my head back and made a noise I'd never made before. It was all instinct, it just felt right. He pressed a bit harder, rubbing them. Then his hands moved again, to push my shirt up and over my head. I froze. No one had seen me naked before. Well, not since I was very little. He stopped when he saw me go rigid. "Cara, are you ok?" "Yes, I just never, I mean, no one has..." "If you don't want me to, I won't. I just want to see you, see how beautiful you are. See what I'm touching." I took a deep breath, nodded, and lifted my arms to let him get the shirt off, which his did with a smooth motion. The cool air hit my body and then his warm hands were back on me, followed by his mouth, latching onto my nipple and sucking at it with more pressure than I expected. It felt amazing but all at once I also felt like I was in way over my head. I was in bed with a grown man, alone, effectively trapped by snow. I had no idea whether to encourage him or run away. Five Years Ago - Mark I wanted to take my time just observing her, but my mouth was on her soft breast before I knew what was happening. The glance I got at her whole body before my whole world narrowed to her hard nipple in my mouth showed me someone soft and luscious, trim but curvy. The magical balance of a girl on the verge of womanhood: small pert breasts, just the start of a bit of hair between her long legs, wide eyes. She moved underneath me, reacting to my touch in a way that told me without a doubt she was experiencing this for the first time. I was determined to make this good for her. After switching back and forth between breasts a few times, I finally pulled my head back and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, cheeks and neck flushed pink. "Cara, look at me babe," I whispered to her. She blinked open her eyes but didn't say a word. I skimmed my hand down her chest, over her belly, and rested it on the softness between her legs. She still didn't say anything, just looked at me, so I slid a finger down, parting her. She was wet and while I wouldn't have thought it possible, my cock got even harder feeling that. I pushed my finger further down and felt the entrance to her vagina. I didn't push my finger in, just circled it around, spreading and increasing the moisture there. "Do you ever touch yourself here Cara?" Hesitation, then a nod. Her eyes were shining, almost as if tears were building. "Do you ever put your fingers, or anything, inside you here?" I pushed just a little against her, but didn't enter her. She shuddered and gasped and then shook her head. "Not even a tampon?" Her face turned bright red and her eyes went wide as she looked away, then shook her head no. "Do you just touch here?" I asked moving my fingers up to circle her clit. Another nod. I rewarded her with a pinch of her clit and she jerked back but there was nowhere to really go. She was under me and I had a firm grip on her hip with my free hand. I felt out of my mind with lust now. Her body was so ready for me. I wasn't sure if her mind was, but she'd been responding to my touch and wasn't stopping me. I circled against her opening again and then pulled back and pushed my pants down, kicking them off once they were near my ankles and quickly moving back on top of her. I thought about preparing her more, putting a finger in her, easing her open for me. I really did consider her comfort and satisfaction, I'm not a monster. But the idea that my cock would be the very first thing ever to penetrate her, it brought out a primal side to me that just took over. I pushed her legs apart with my hands and then further with my thighs between hers. Her labia spread open for me, glistening, dark pink. I could see all of her. Her opening was lightly fluttering and her breathing had gotten rapid. I leaned forward, covering her entire body with mine, and bit her neck and growled in her ear, "I'm going to put myself inside you Cara. It's going to hurt. You can cry and scream and hurt me back if you want. I promise you, it'll feel good after a while." With that I pulled back again and grabbed my erection, rubbing against her. She took a shuddering breath and then seemed to hold it. I took a moment that felt like forever to stare into her eyes. They were searching mine back. I pushed forward, firm, swift, tearing past the tightness and resistance, staring into her eyes the whole time, watching in what felt like slow motion as I shoved every inch of myself into her. They went wide and tears spilled out. She finally made noise again, screaming but throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me closer. Present Day - Cara I remember wanting Mark, and also fearing what was about to happen. Warring emotions heightened further by him touching me where no one else had, asking such intimate questions. I was aroused, but embarrassed, which I see now further aroused me in a vicious cycle. I couldn't find my voice. I barely felt like any of it was really happening. I heard him when he said he was going to enter me; I understood what that meant. And yet, all these years later, I still don't know how much of what happened from that moment on would have been different if he hadn't. Five Years Ago - Cara The scream that I heard reverberating around the room startled me and I honestly didn't process it was me screaming for a few seconds. I'd heard it would probably hurt the first time but this hurt a lot. Not the worst pain I could imagine, but intense by way of not being prepared for it, much like any pain incurred unexpectedly is worse than pain you know is about to happen. My face was wet and my body felt invaded. His eyes were glued to mine and were full of a fire I hadn't seen in him before. I took a shuddering breath in the comparative silence after my scream and then he moved. The feeling of him dragging in and out of me, fairly rapidly, caused me to panic. It felt raw and sometimes sharp. I pushed at his chest and tried to tell him to stop. It took a few attempts before I could get the words out loud enough. "Mark, stop. Please - oh god it hurts. Please..." He pulled my hands away and over my head, then held them in place with his right hand while his left came up to cover my mouth. I felt the pressure of his hand on my wrists grinding down as he levered himself into me. He wasn't trying to suffocate me, I could breathe, he just was keeping me quiet. "You've got to take it Cara. It's already happening. Just let me and it'll feel better. I'll make it better. I know you can do this," each word coming out with force. His face was pulled tight, almost as if he was growling. Being pinned down by him made it better somehow. I couldn't fight him now so I didn't; it freed me to just feel what was happening. Once I stopped fighting, he released my mouth and used his left hand to move between us and rub my clit again. Not long after that I was panting instead of begging him to stop and starting to feel his movements as something other than pain. It still hurt, but it also felt increasingly good. His mouth came down to kiss me and the shift of position had me bringing my legs up to wrap around his back. Between him rubbing me, kissing me, holding my hands still, and stroking in and out, I started to get a sense that this could feel very good. I was feeling the building pressure that I felt when I gave myself an orgasm, and I guess he could feel it too, because he started groaning and pushing harder. This hurt again more but I didn't stop him when he let go of my hands and clit and pulled me against him harshly by the hips. His pace increased even more and then I came. No noise escaped me again, just trembles and twitches as my body shook for him. He grunted and groaned some more and then thrust and held. It felt like he got even bigger inside me and like there was more wetness, maybe. Then he collapsed against me, pulled out, which hurt again, and rolled over, panting. We both just lay there for a minute. I wasn't sure what to do. As comprehensive as my education had been, I suddenly realized I was clueless about what happens after sex. I felt sore and messy. I wanted to cry and smile and be left alone but also maybe be held and talk to my best friend and sleep and maybe eat - such a jumble of emotions and desires. Even though I'd been naked for a while now, I suddenly felt naked and was starting to feel the chill in the air. Mark got up without a word and went down the hall. I heard water running and he came back quickly with a damp washcloth. "Sorry Cara - the water is cold since the power is still out. But that might feel good right now." He bent over and spread my legs and started wiping at me. It was cold but I just turned my head to the side and stared at the lonely lamp on the nightstand he didn't use. I counted five abstract shapes that I could see decorating the lamp shade from my angle; seven scalloped edges on the base; there was a small bit of dust in the grooves. This is what I focused on while he opened me up and cleaned me. I didn't want to watch him touch me this way, it felt more intimate than what we'd just done. Maybe it was what normally happened and I just had to get used to being cleaned like a baby after sex. When he was done he placed a pair of sweatpants, socks, and the shirt I'd been wearing beside me. "I'll go see if there's anything we can eat. Come on out when you're ready." I pulled on the clothes, feeling warmer and bundled in the oversized clothes. I was sore between my legs and when I reached down to touch myself there, I found that even though he'd just wiped me, there was something leaking from me still. I looked at it on my fingers, rubbing them together. My mind was moving slower than normal and after a moment it came to me this was his semen. He'd come inside of me and it was now leaking out. All the neurons in my brain finally fired and my eyes went wide. He'd come in me. He'd put his semen inside my body. I ran down the hall and stumbled into the kitchen, almost hyperventilating. He turned around with a box of cereal in his hand as I stood there, my hand extended, his cum on my fingers. "Mark..." I collapsed. Five Years Ago - Mark Holy shit. The feeling of taking her virginity was beyond compare. I didn't even feel like myself taking her; I felt like the primal animal version of myself. She was mine and I took her, claimed her, made my mark and left myself in her. She would always be mine and only mine in that way and it was a heady feeling. Once it was done though, reality crashed in and I wasn't sure what the hell to do next. I had spent so much of my adult life with the certain knowledge that what had just happened would never happen, could never happen. I had never been that intense during sex, never felt the impulse to own and dominate a partner the way I had her. I didn't know what to say to her about what had happened so I just decided the best course of action was to clean her up as best as possible and then feed us both while I figured things out. When she tore into the kitchen with her hand extended at me, something wet on her fingers, and looking panicked, I was doubly unsure of what to do. Her fainting shocked me into action though. I dropped the cereal - Apple Jacks rolled across the floor - and ran over to her, dropping to my knees and cradling her head in my lap. Thank god, she quickly opened her eyes and seemed to be ok. "Cara, my god, what's wrong babe?" I was freaking out. Again, she just held up her hand at me and being closer I could see it looked like a mix of our fluids. I scrunched up my eyebrows and looked back at her. "Cara, that's just from what we just did. It's normal for some to leak out after. It's ok." "But Mark! What if, you know...," she went pale and looked away. I felt like a moron as I finally realized her concern. "Oh shit, Cara, don't worry. I promise it's fine. I can't get you pregnant. I should have said. I'm sterile, or close enough. I had a really bad injury playing soccer as a kid and after I healed, they tested me every year, and I have about a one in a billion chance of ever getting anyone pregnant. Everything happened so fast and I didn't think about that, I'm just so used to it. Oh, and um, I'm not going to get you sick or anything either. I swear." I think we were both on overload at this point. The bizarre bordering on unbelievable way we'd come to be here together. The attraction exploding into sex. The scare she'd just had. Neither of us really knew what to do with all of this, but it was on me to figure it out. I knew that. I was the adult here. She was a kid... fuck... that clanged in my head. She was just a kid. What the fuck had I just really done? Everything I'd just said to her sunk in and she burst into tears and burrowed her head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, shifting to sit cross-legged and pulling her into my lap. I cradled her and rocked her, petting her hair and rubbing her back. I hummed softly and held her, letting her get it out. When she calmed down some I carried her into the living room and put her on the couch, wrapping a throw around her. "I'll be right back honey." Liam was batting Apple Jacks under the fridge when I walked back in the kitchen and gave me a triumphant look when I clapped my hands at him. I gave him some fresh food and water and quickly swept up what I could, making a mental note to get under the fridge later. Most of the cereal was still in the box though and the milk was still really cold, so I grabbed that, some bowls and spoons and took it all back to the living room. "I'm sorry there isn't much to eat since we can't cook," I apologized holding up the cereal. She shrugged and I sat down beside her and made us each a bowl. We ate in silence and when I tipped my bowl back to drink the cereal milk, she actually grinned at me and did the same, then licked her milk mustache off. I knew it wasn't meant to be erotic, but damn it made my dick hard all the same. I pushed that thought aside and swiveled to face her. "Cara, I think we should talk about what happened." Five Years Ago - Cara He wanted to talk. I didn't know how to talk to him about this. I'd felt so grown up and now I felt lost. I wasn't exactly unhappy it had happened; I'd wanted it to happen. But talking to him about this... no, I didn't want to. He started saying things about how he hoped I was ok and that he didn't hurt me and I sort of tuned him out. I felt him take my hand as he kept going on, but I really wasn't listening. My mind was on a constant replay of what had happened. How the pain had changed and how it had started to feel good. How much I liked him holding me down. How I was worried someone would find out and I'd be in trouble, or he would, or both. There was a pause in the air and then the surprisingly loud sound of electricity filled the room. It's amazing how much noise it generates that you don't notice till it's gone. Lights blinked on, then the heating thunked into rhythm. It got Mark to pause in his rambling, at least. "Hey, now that the power is on, I'll see about getting you a bath. I think that would feel good for you," he said. "Yeah, thanks, I.... I think that I'd like that." I was still sore and it would be nice to clean up anyway. I hadn't had a bath in years though. I'd switched to showers when I left behind rubber duckies and other childhood things. Mark gave my hand a gentle squeeze and went down the hall. I heard him run the tub and rustle around in some cabinets before he came back out. "Come on back Cara, let's let you soak a bit." The tub was filled with steaming water and bubbles. "I put some Epson salt in there too for you. That'll help," he said. He just stood there looking at me so I took off my clothes again, feeling extra naked, and stepped into the water. The water was extra hot and I could feel how it started to relax me immediately. The bubbles covered me and I relaxed, leaning back. I opened my legs a bit and hissed out a breath when I felt a sting there. "You ok?," he asked, pulling a short stool over so he could sit by me. "Yeah, just, uh, a little sore," I said, blushing, pointing vaguely to my lower half. He grinned at me. "Sorry about that." He didn't look sorry, more like extremely pleased with himself. "It's fine. I mean, it's supposed to hurt, I've heard...," I trailed off, running my hands through the bubbles. I still didn't know how to talk about this with him. "Yes, it does at first. I'd like to show you how good it feels though, after you're used to it." He reached out and tilted my head back, then picked up a cup and started pouring water over my hair. "For now I'm just going to help you get clean and relaxed." After my hair was wet, he started lathering it with shampoo that smelled like vanilla. His fingers felt fantastic in my hair and I did start to relax, just letting the hot water lap at my body, listening to his gentle humming and feeling him touch me. I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting him rinse my hair, condition it with more vanilla smelling stuff, rinse, then drape my hair across a towel on the back edge of the tub. Next I felt him start to wash my body, gently, with a washcloth. He picked up each limb, washed each single finger and toe, and I just lay there limply, letting him. I was half asleep. When I felt the washcloth across my breasts, I stirred a bit. My nipples hardened and with each swipe it felt like they were tighter and tighter. I wiggled a bit but tried to keep relaxed. The washcloth moved down my stomach, then lower, but stopped before reaching what he'd made so sore. He reached down and gently urged me over so I was on my hands and knees in the tub, my forehead pressed against the towel my hair had been on. He gathered it up and put a clip on it to keep it from dragging in the water, then started on my back. I was loving how he moved me around like a doll, not talking, just positioning me and taking care of me. When he reached my butt, he actually drug the cloth between my cheeks. I tensed up but he just pushed gently on my lower back and then spread my thighs so that my knees were touching either side of the tub, as far open as I could get. The cloth returned to my backside and he very slowly, very gently, kept washing me there. It felt very invasive but also kind of arousing. Eventually he stopped he must have set the cloth aside, because it wasn't there when he moved his fingers lower and started softly stroking me. The tub was very deep, so that part of me was still underwater, even in this position. At first, it felt a bit stingy, but he was only very carefully stroking each part of me, both washing me and stimulating me. He started circling his fingers around my clit and I moaned a little. Then I felt his finger at my entrance and he slowly, so slowly, pushed it inside of me. Five Years Ago - Mark Seeing Cara on her hands and knees in the water, her pussy open to me but obscured under the bubbles and her firm little ass in the air, just poking above the water, well, to say I was hard again would be an understatement. I'd been enjoying the uncontested access to her body, washing her, caring for her, pampering her. Now, as I finished up washing, I couldn't help myself from testing to see how sore she really was, and whether she'd respond to my touch this way. Her face flushed red when I started washing her ass and the crimson spread lower as I began stroking her clit. She was making the cutest and most erotic little mewling moans and when I slipped a finger back to her entrance, I found a slipperiness that was more than the water. I felt a huge grin break out on my face - she was enjoying this, she was aroused! Slowly, I started to insert my finger into her, making sure she was sufficiently lubricated, pulling back a little, then pushing forward again. I wanted this to be sensual and nothing but pleasure for her. I'd made my mark earlier, and while I still didn't entirely recognize myself in the man that turned into a beast and claimed her, I didn't regret it particularly either. Now though, I wanted to do nothing except make her feel good. Softly, gently, I worked my finger in her until it glided easily and I could pick up the pace a bit. I turned my hand so I could locate her gspot and stroke that. I knew the second I did because her back arched and her little moans became more rapid. Her eyes were scrunched shut as she rested her head on the towel, damp hair trembling with her motions. Neither of us spoke a word as I continued to stroke, faster now. I felt her vaginal walls squeezing me and her hips rocked, testing out the motion. A few minutes later I could feel her orgasm - the walls fluttering and squeezing rapidly, her body twitching, her moans suddenly stopping as she pressed her forehead down hard and her mouth hung open. I continued to stoke, very slowly, for a few moments more, until I felt her calm, and then eased my finger out. I pulled the plug and moved her to be sitting again. I poured warm water over her as the tub drained, washing all the soap off, then grabbed the biggest, fluffiest towel I owned and bundled her up. She curled into me and I carried her into the bedroom. She still hadn't spoken but I kissed her forehead and murmured to her as I held her. I told her how proud I was of her, how she was beautiful, my good girl, my precious gift. She fell asleep and I tucked her under the covers, her naked body clean and warm and inviting. It made me realize I needed to wash up as well so I popped back to the bathroom for a quick shower, then curled up in bed with her, pressing her back to my front, smelling my shampoo in her damp hair. I drifted off in a sea of warmth, softness, and beauty. Five Years Ago - Cara The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was orange fur swishing in front of my face. I almost panicked before I remembered where I was and felt Mark's warm body pressed against me. Liam had decided to join us for a nap it seemed, and as cats sometimes do, had decided putting his ass in front of my face was totally hospitable. I reached up and gently repositioned him, which he took well enough, making it look like he was about to move anyway. I settled back and took stock. I remembered the bath and the amazingly tender way Mark cared for me, followed by an equally tender but extremely amazing bit of attention with his fingers that had me orgasming like I'd never experienced. And now I was warm and safe in his arms. Was this was it was like, being with someone you loved? The thought flashed across my mind so fast and so unexpectedly. I couldn't love this man could I? I just met him? I was only fourteen. But I felt something... I felt connected and adored and happy. How did someone know what love was anyway? I yearned to ask someone but I couldn't think of anyone I could ask that I wouldn't have to explain this to. And I couldn't think of anyone who would be ok with what was happening here. I felt ok about it. It had hurt, yes, and he hadn't stopped when I said to, but I also had to admit I was glad he hadn't. I felt grown up, just a bit, and like I was doing something I wanted to do that had nothing to do with what my parents or friends thought. I'd have to figure out love later I supposed. Five Years Ago - Mark When I woke up she was already awake, still pressed to me, and petting Liam. She rolled to face me once she felt me stir, and we just stared at each other for a minute. Her hair was messy and she smelled like vanilla. I couldn't have done anything else rational but kiss her, so I did. I kissed her and touched her face and hair and body until we were both out of breath. I kissed her and felt her and let her explore me as well. It was still morning and the sun was streaming in through the window. I wanted to see her hair gleam in the sunlight so I spun, pulling her to sit on top of me. She giggled at the sudden movement and I felt her wetness against my erection as she sat there, smiling down at me. Hands on her hips, I lifted her and set her back down in a position where she could lower herself onto me. She looked like an angel, the sun filtering around her body, catching in her wild hair, making her glow. The look of power and surprise on her face as she started to slowly take me inside her was worth everything I had, a million times over. I could have looked at her all day, every day, and never be sick of it. The feeling of her stretching around me paired with the wide eyed look of rapture that was crossing her face had me ready to empty in her immediately. I shut my eyes and tried to focus, think of anything else. It proved fruitless and being robbed of the sight of her was too much, so I bit my cheek hard and resumed watching her slide down onto me. When she had me all the way in, she give a little wiggle and sigh. "Does it feel ok babe? Any pain?" I asked her. She blushed and looked at me through lowered lashes. "I doesn't hurt. I'm just adjusting to the feeling." "I want you to take this at your pace. Move however feels natural to you and however makes you feel good." I was rewarded for that patience when she tentatively raised herself and then came back down. She tried a few different motions and eventually found a rhythm she liked and started going faster, her attention riveted to the sight of my cock going inside her. I kept my hands on her hips, gently though, just helping her balance. Her breasts shook a little with her bouncing, but they were so small there wasn't much movement. I loved how they looked exactly like they were still developing - soft and yet a bit swollen looking, full of hormones and arousal. Eventually she seemed to almost seize up and then bend fully over onto me, kissing me fiercely. I felt her contract around me and let myself tip over, pumping into her. We lay like that, her splayed on top of me, still inside her, just breathing and holding each other. We'd have stayed that way for a long time I think, but the phone rang. Five Years Ago - Cara The sound of my cell, and specifically the ringtone that told me it was mom, made my face scrunch up. The bubble of sex and lust popped and I stumbled, naked and with Mark's cum dripping down my leg, down the hall to my phone. "Hey mom," I said, trying to sound however the fuck I'd sound if things were normal. Nothing was normal right now though. "Morning darling! Did you sleep well?" She seemed chipper. "Um, yeah, it was fine. His, uh, couch, was pretty comfortable." I heard a rumbling outside and parted the blinds on a window to see a plow going by. It was snowing again though. "The bridge might be closed another day. Can I speak to Mark?" "Sure, hold on mom," I said, wandering back down the hall to the bedroom. I tossed the phone at him and hopped on the bed. "She wants to talk to you." Mark picked up the phone and while I only heard his side of things, lots of "sure, no problem" and "no bother at all" and "yes ma'am", it was clear that mom was making sure it was ok if I stayed another night. He handed me back the phone. "So, sweetie, you're probably going to have to stay there again. I hate to put out that kind man but this storm is a mess. It's snowing hard here still." "It's fine mom, I'm ok and he's been very kind," I said, sticking my tongue out at him as I did. "I wish there was another option besides letting you stay with a stranger, but I just don't see how we can get to you in this weather." She suddenly hesitated and then said, in a whisper for some reason, "If things are not ok there, for any reason, just say, um, 'I miss Sam', and I'll... call the police." I rolled my eyes that the possibility that her only daughter shacking up with a grown man might lead to inappropriate behavior was finally really occurring to her. Despite the fact that she was more right than she'd ever know about the situation, I simply said, "Things are good. I happened to buy some outfits at the mall so I've got clothes and Mark is a perfect host. Maybe you can show me how to make grandma's coffee cake when I get home so we can give him a gift for his generosity? And Sam... it's nice to have a break from that little monster. Is he still at Kevin's?" She let out a breath and then laughed. "Yes, he's fine at Kevin's. They are snowed in too, so it's just been me and your dad here." "Love you mom. Enjoy the kid free zone and let me know when you hear the bridge is open." She sent her love back and then we hung up. I looked over at Mark, smiled, and then leaped on him, giggling. Present Day - Mark Cara and I ultimately had three days together before the storm ended and roads were cleared enough for her mother to pick her up. We were naked most of that time, making love, laughing, eating, watching TV, rinse, repeat. We were in our own world; a haven created by snow and fate. We both knew it wouldn't last forever, but while it did, it was the most blissful time of my life. Eventually, the morning of the day she left, we did talk about things, about how this had to stay secret. She wanted to talk more about how we'd see each other again and I honestly couldn't think of many ways to make that happen aside from meeting at the mall if she was there alone. Even that seemed risky to do very often. When her mom arrived, she came bearing a huge gift basket of treats. She warmly hugged me and thanked me profusely for being so kind to her daughter. If she only knew the extent of my kindness, she'd probably kill me. Cara didn't hug me goodbye in front of her mother, she just shook my hand. We'd said our real goodbyes after our talk that morning. It was a long goodbye that included me finally tasting her wet cunt (sweet and perfect) and an orgasm for each day we'd known each other. My angel walked out the door, glancing back once, the sunlight catching in her hair.