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.

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SNOWBLIND
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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.