For Want of a Snow Blower

by PerfessorYessir

©Copyright 2020 by PerfessorYessir

Author's Notes: Many years ago, I read a letter in a men’s magazine about a guy who is out clearing his driveway during a snowstorm and is surprised by a young college student going door-to-door for her job. He invites her in to get warm, they share a drink, and one thing leads to another. Since then, I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of a young lady trapped outdoors in severe weather who has to throw herself on the mercy of a stranger or a neighbor.

Fast forward to a few years ago, when a freak early-season snowstorm buried my town a couple of weeks before Christmas. Schools were closed, which meant I didn’t have to go to work, but I spent most of my day clearing our driveway. That’s when my idea of the young lady trapped out in a storm morphed into the story you’re about to read.

All characters in this story are of legal age and participate in all activities described with full consent. This story takes quite a while to get to the sex because I believe that if you get to know and care about the characters first, you’ll be more turned on by the action.

Chapter 1

Neither my wife nor I had any experience with snow to speak of. Jackie was a SoCal girl, growing up within walking distance of Disneyland. Her father was a surgeon, and her family had a tradition of going to the beach to celebrate New Year’s Day.

I grew up in Tucson, where both my mom and dad worked for the University of Arizona Medical Center. Mom was a nurse and dad was in maintenance. They didn’t earn a ton of money, but they got remitted tuition benefits so it was always a forgone conclusion that I was going to stay in town to go to school. When the time came, I moved into the dorms and became an Arizona Wildcat. I met Jackie in my freshman literature seminar.

I can’t say that it was love at first sight, but she was hard to ignore. Unlike most of the other freshman, me included, she didn’t keep her head down and hope that she wasn’t noticed. Her hand was always in the air, and she had an opinion about everything. She had a self-assurance and confidence that you didn’t often see in eighteen-year-olds. She was used to being right, and she was so smart that she usually was.

Between her demeanor and her long brown hair….and, well, her incredibly firm, D-Cup breasts…I was hooked. I started paying much more attention in class, and doing all the readings. I wanted to get in on the class discussions without making a fool of myself. Frankly, she made me horny and made me a better student. It took me all semester to get her to say yes, but we had our first date just before finals.

College romances aren’t very stable, but we were the exception. By sophomore year we knew we were meant for each other. We were married after graduation, and we lived in a tiny off-campus apartment while she went after her PhD in American literature and I got my Masters degrees in education and library science.

Because we had to scrape by on the money we made as a substitute teacher (me) and a graduate assistant (her), we had to build our social life around things that we could do on the cheap. We hosted game nights and video nights with other grad students. We went to free art exhibits and poetry readings around town. We hiked. We read to each other. And we had sex. Oh, man, did we have sex.

Like many newlyweds, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. She loved sucking my cock. She’d wait until the most impossible, inopportune time and suddenly she’d have me unzipped and in her hot little mouth in the blink of an eye. On the highway…in the bathroom at a party…in the spare bedroom at her family’s house over the holidays… If I wasn’t in her mouth, I was in her pussy…or her ass. She might have been a virgin when she went off to college, but by the time we were married she was completely addicted to my cock. And, hey, I sure wasn’t complaining!

The only thing we ever disagreed on was where we eventually wanted to live. She couldn’t wait to get back to the beach, while I didn’t want to live anywhere but the desert or the mountains. Imagine our dismay when we ended up in Syracuse, New York! We’d heard so many terrible stories about the weather that it was the last place on earth either of us wanted to be, but we really didn’t have any choice.

The position at Syracuse University was far better than anything else Jackie was offered, and I did some long-distance interviewing and managed to get a job as a high school librarian in a little school district about a half hour south of the city. So, we packed up all of our meagre belongings from our little Tucson apartment on a hot day in June and drove cross-country in a rented U-Haul.

When we got to Central New York we were delighted to find that our combined income would allow us to buy a house, because we had had more than enough of renting to last us a lifetime. We looked around for a bit and finally found a great deal. It was the proverbial cheapest house in an expensive neighborhood. It was a quiet suburb where everybody kept to themselves and took care of their property. The local school district was one of the best in the state, which was important because we eventually wanted to start a family.

The house itself was about the smallest in the neighborhood, and the yard seemed smaller than everybody else’s, too, but we didn’t mind because it was so private. It sat up on a little hill at the base of a “T” intersection, overlooking both streets. There was a steep, winding driveway flanked by large shrubs and huge stones, and the back yard featured mature shade trees. We fell in love, moved right in, and set up housekeeping for the first time in our lives.

Well, we pretty quickly found out that it’s hard work keeping up with a house…and expensive. There were dozens of things for which we just hadn’t budgeted. The big one was a lawn mower - I mean, how could we have overlooked that? - but there were also rakes, clippers, garbage cans, and all sorts of tools and paint supplies that you need to make minor home repairs. Hell, we didn’t even have the money to furnish the place! All we had was the furniture from our old apartment, which meant that most of the rooms were empty.

I mention all of this as the reason why we never even thought of buying a snow blower. They cost hundreds of dollars, and when you’re from the Southwest, you’ve never had personal experience with real snow, and you’re enjoying the mid-80’s Syracuse summer it’s easy to convince yourself that you can just buy a snow shovel and spend ten or fifteen minutes scraping off the driveway. More about that later.

Aside from all of the hard work and expense, I was also surprised at how lonely it got. My job didn’t start until September, but Jackie had to throw herself right into her job at the University. She had classes to teach for the summer session. There were lectures to prepare and papers to grade, along with faculty obligations, University orientation, and the research and writing that we hoped would eventually lead to a full professorship somewhere. She was gone all the time, and I didn’t know anybody within a thousand miles.

On a typical day I’d get up in the morning and take a long run, then spend a few hours on the house or the yard. At night I’d try to catch up on things with Jackie if she was around and not too busy, or I’d watch TV or just take a drive and try to get to know the area. Needless to say, our sex life suffered as well. It’s hard to fuck when you’re never together. This really wasn’t what I expected from our first house together.

When fall rolled around things didn’t get better - they got worse. Now I was busy all the time with my job, too. The air got cooler and crisper, the leaves changed the most amazing colors I’d ever seen in my life, and I was having serious second-thoughts about my marriage. We had been married for over five years and maybe we were just tired of each other? Maybe we weren’t the perfect couple after all? I mean, if we really were so in love with each other, wouldn’t we have found time to be together no matter how great our careers or how busy we were?

Our sex life went from once every week or two during the summer to never. I was reduced to jerking off; thinking about Jackie looking up at me as her hot, wet mouth closed around my throbbing cock. I dreamt about the way she’d look over her shoulder and moan as I worked myself into her tight pussy or ass from behind. I could hardly remember what it was like going down on her, or what her pretty face looked like when she came.

After a few brief flurries in November, winter arrived in earnest in mid-December. About two weeks before Christmas a huge storm blew up the coast. It moved inland and directly over the Syracuse area. It was all over the news so it wasn’t unexpected, but the reality was beyond anything we’d ever experienced. It started snowing lightly on Tuesday night. When I went to bed (Jackie was staying up working on an article for some journal or other) the ground was frosted with snow and ice and looked just like a picture post card.

I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and took a quick look out the window. I stopped and stared. It was like God had thrown a down quilt over the whole neighborhood. Everything was covered in drifts of snow. The trees and shrubs were bending over, coated with thick blankets of the stuff. Large branches of the pine tree out front drooped down to touch the ground. The wind was blowing pretty hard, and I couldn’t even see much past the halo cast by the street light at the foot of our driveway. The road leading away from the house disappeared in a haze of blowing snow.

About 5:30 AM my cell phone went off - it was a text message saying my school district was closed. I smiled, turned over, and burrowed even deeper under the blankets. When Jackie’s alarm went off at 6:00 she was surprised to find me still in bed. I sleepily explained that I was busy enjoying my first “snow day” from school, so she immediately reached for her cell phone. Nothing.

She dragged herself out of bed, looking stricken at how cold the hardwoods were against her bare feet, and went downstairs to check the TV news. All of the school districts in the area were closed, but apparently colleges didn’t shut down for bad weather up here. Maybe it was because the students were mostly on campus already and didn’t have to be bussed to class, but she still had to be at work on time for her 8:00 AM freshman seminar.

She showered and dressed and placed a quick call to Susan Fields, a department colleague who lived just a mile or two from us. Since I needed our car to get to and from school most days, Jackie had been riding with Susan. She confirmed that the university was open and classes were on time. Luckily, she owned a four-wheel drive SUV, probably because she had gone through this sort of thing before.

I kissed my wife good-bye at 7:15 and watched from the bedroom window as she struggled down the driveway through drifts past her knees. She slid several times, and almost fell twice. The snow was still coming down as she got into Susan’s car and the two of them drove off.

A couple hours later I was sitting in front of the television realizing that I might just be in trouble. The storm was originally supposed to blow over so that it would stop snowing around noon. Now they were saying that the storm had stalled…and it was probably going to keep snowing all day and into the night. If I waited until it stopped snowing to go out and start shoveling, I’d never get the driveway clear. We’d be snowed in until spring!

I put on my coat, my hiking boots, and my hat and gloves and went outside. I quickly found out that there is a big difference between the light, fluffy, fake snow you see in the movies and the wet, heavy stuff I was trying to shovel. This was like trying to shovel wet sand, and there was over a foot of it in places where it hadn’t drifted.

Chapter 2

An hour later my back and legs were aching, my ears and nose and fingers and toes were freezing, and I’d only managed to clear the first ten feet in front of the garage door. That might not sound like much, but the driveway is eighteen feet wide at the top. You do the math.

No matter which way I turned, the wind seemed to blow the snow right into my face and down under my collar. I stopped for a minute to rest, breathing hard and wondering how I could possibly be sweating so much when I was so damned cold. Looking down the length of the driveway, I groaned when I realized I still had at least 100 feet to go!

Ruefully I remembered curling up in my bed early this morning while the sounds of snow blowers echoed up and down the street. My neighbors’ driveways were filling up with snow again, but at least they hadn’t had to break their backs clearing them in the first place, and they had all gotten out to work on time!

As I started in shoveling again, I noticed heavy-duty pickup trucks with blades on the front driving around the neighborhood clearing driveways. Most of them had signs on the sides advertising lawn care and snow plowing companies. I hadn’t thought to call around and see how much it would cost to have my driveway plowed. I tried to wave down a couple of the trucks, but they either ignored me or grinned, waved back, and kept going. They had a schedule to keep, and I wasn’t on it.

I put my head down and started shoveling. In about thirty minutes I got to the part of the driveway that curved right and started to slope down to the road. Another couple of shovels full and my feet went out from under me and I landed on my ass. The jolt went right up my spine and into my head, which started to throb. The driveway was covered with a thin sheen of ice under the snow!

I got back to my feet, cursing a blue streak and swearing to high heaven that we were going to sell this place and move back south even if it meant we both had to sling burgers. My shoveling slowed to a crawl as I had to creep forward and brace myself each time I tried to scoop and throw. Another thirty minutes brought me almost no progress, as I spent more time and energy trying to keep my balance than actually moving snow.

It was during one of these pathetic attempts to heave another shovel full of concrete off into the landscaping at the side of the driveway and not fall on my ass again that I caught sight of what I at first thought must have been a snow mirage of some kind. Down at the bottom of my driveway was a tall, lean figure shoveling snow. It was dressed in a black parka with a deep, fur-lined hood, jeans, heavy black snow boots, and thick mittens. It was shoveling like a pro, too. Snow was flying, and when it noticed me staring it stopped for a moment to shout above the wind, “You’re doing it wrong!”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing…or hearing. It was unquestionably a girl’s voice, and I had no idea who she was. This was an older neighborhood. The realtor had told us that most of the families had been here for years and their kids had grown up and moved out. The neighborhood Christmas party just the week before had confirmed that impression. I was by far the youngest person there. Jackie couldn’t attend, and everybody else at the party had been in their fifties - at least. So, who the hell was this?

She broke into my train of thought by shouting again. “Look, we’re never going to get this done if you just stand there staring! And you’re going to kill yourself if you try to shovel from the top like that! You’ve got to start from the bottom!”

“What?” I shouted back to her, shaking myself and throwing my shovel full of lead aside. It was the best I could do under the circumstances.

I could almost feel her roll her eyes. “Come down here!” she shouted even louder, using a voice that would probably have silenced a room full of truckers. I took a couple of steps and almost fell on my ass again. “Walk on the edge, in the landscaping!” she yelled.

What could I do? I edged over to the side of the driveway, stepped into the landscaping, and found that I had traction. I made it down to the road in a few seconds and stood there actually looking up at her, which is something considering that I’m six feet tall. She must have gone at least 6’2”.

“You’re doing it wrong,” she repeated, in a slightly lower voice that still cut through the wind. “You’re doing all the lifting with your back. You’re going to really hurt yourself. You’re also trying to take too much with each shovel full. Scoop less snow, and lift with your legs, like this.” She demonstrated, bent at the knees, moderate amount of snow in the shovel, lift with the legs and throw in the same motion.

It looked a lot easier than what I had been doing, so I tried it. It still didn’t exactly feel good, but there was much less strain on my back. She obviously had a lot more experience at this than I.

“With this driveway you’ve got to clear the top, like you did, and then come at the rest from the bottom. Otherwise, you’ll fall. Come at the snow from the bottom and gravity is working for you, not against you. Besides,” she gestured to the huge mound of snow that the plows had plowed up at the bottom of the driveway, “you’ve got to get through this drift when you’re still fresh. If you’re already tired when you get down to it, you’ll never get through it.”

“Uh, thanks a lot, really. Don’t think I’m not appreciative…but who are you?” I asked.

“Oh, Delaney,” she responded. “I live three houses up.”

That didn’t scan. The O’Briens lived three houses up the road, and they had hosted the neighborhood Christmas party. There had been pictures of their kids, sure, but they seemed older and were all out of the house. Or so I had thought.

As if reading my mind, Delaney said, “Don’t worry, you didn’t miss me. I’m the youngest and I avoid those holiday parties like the plague. Makes me feel like I’m in a museum, right? Now this snow isn’t going to clear itself. Let’s get to it.”

I can’t say that it was easy, or quick, but once we both got shoveling it was a lot easier than it had been. I fell into a rhythm with her, and in two hours we had cleared the entire driveway and the walk. We both paused, breathing hard and looking out at our handiwork from the shelter of the garage.

I heaved a big sigh as we stood there and watched the driveway fill up again, but Delaney said, “Don’t worry about it. My dad has one of those deluxe snow blowers. I’ve never used it before, but I’ll ask him to come down here when this thing winds down tonight and blow out your driveway for you.”

“Geez, he doesn’t have to do that,” I said.

“It isn’t a big deal,” she responded. “Besides, he and Mom both liked you. They talked about you a lot after the party.”

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be grateful to him…and to you,” I said. Then something occurred to me. “By the way, if your dad has this big snow blower and he’s willing to help me out with the driveway, why did you come over to help me shovel? Wouldn’t it have just been easier to wait until he gets home?”

“Sure,” she said, still looking out at the blowing snow, “but practice is canceled tonight and I need to stay in shape.”

She turned to me, and for the first time I got a good look at her deep blue eyes. “I’m the captain of the women’s crew at school. We have a pretty good shot at winning states this year and going on to nationals, so we’re very serious about our off-season workout program. I can’t afford to take even a day off,” she said, rolling her shoulders.

“Besides,” she continued, her voice taking on a far-away and slightly lost tone as she looked back out into the snow, “I have plenty of experience working on this driveway.”

After another moment she absent-mindedly told me that she had to be getting home. Had she been one of the neighborhood dads I would have insisted that she come in for a cup of coffee or something, but I didn’t think it was a good idea for me to have a teenaged girl in the house. I thanked her again and watched as she marched out into the snow, set her feet, and slid all the way down the driveway just like a snowboarder. Then she trudged up the road toward home, disappearing into the swirling snow.

I hit the switch that closed the garage door so that no more snow would blow in and went inside. I left my boots on the rug in the mud room, stripped off my soaking clothes down in the laundry room in the basement, and hit the shower. I soaped up and just let the hot water cascade all over me until I was warmed through and my muscles were slightly less sore. I set the shower head to “massage” and directed it on the back of my neck. Soon, my headache was gone, too.

As soon as I stepped out of the shower and cut the water, I heard the doorbell. I had no idea how long it had been ringing, but somebody was laying on it like it was some sort of emergency. I quickly wrapped a big, fluffy towel around my waist and tried not to slip on the hardwoods as I rushed down the stairs. I opened the door and there stood Delaney, still in her soaking coat and jeans, looking disheveled and miserable. I was dumbfounded.

“Sorry to bother you,” she said hurriedly, and then she caught sight of me. I stood there on the mat dripping wet, the cold air raising goose bumps all over. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” she went on, sounding more embarrassed than miserable now. “I’m locked out of my house! For some reason the garage door opener isn’t working and I didn’t bring my keys with me. Is there any way I can come in and just get warm?”

“Uhhhh, s-sure,” I stammered, “Sorry. Uhhh, go around to the garage and come in that way. I’ll have the door open in a sec.” She turned and went back down the porch steps and up the walk. I couldn’t believe that I had just invited a teenager into the house while I stood around basically naked, but what else could I do? She had really helped me out, so I couldn’t just leave her out in the cold.

Chapter 3

I leaned out and peered up and down the street, but nobody was out and about and the snow was still coming down so hard that I doubted anybody could see us from their windows. I closed and latched the front door and ran through the house to hit the garage door opener. It glided silently up in its tracks, and a moment later Delaney was standing in the mud room shivering and dripping onto the thick rug.

“Here, take off your boots and jacket while I run upstairs and put something on,” I blurted, already turning to go. I trotted up the stairs, toweled off furiously, and slipped into sweat pants and an old UA sweatshirt.

When I got back downstairs Delaney was still standing on the mud room rug, surrounded by both pairs of our boots, and holding her jacket, mittens, and hat in her arms. Her hair auburn was short, wet, and plastered to her head. She was dressed in jeans and a crew team sweatshirt. She was still shivering. Both the jeans and sweatshirt were soaked through. I took her things and hung them up downstairs by the furnace, then invited her into the kitchen and offered to make her some coffee. She asked for tea instead.

When we were both sitting down at the kitchen table with cups of hot tea, I asked her if there was anybody she could call to help her into the house. She shook her head.

“Both Mom and Dad are out of town for the day. I called a couple of the girls on the team, but they either don’t have a car or don’t want to go out in this type of storm.” She frowned, glancing out the glass door that leads to the deck. “Not that I blame them. I even tried a couple of the neighbors, but they’re all at work.

“I know this doesn’t look good for you,” she continued, glancing sideways at me, “but it was this or jogging up and down the road for the next few hours to stay warm until Dad gets home.”

I stared at her for a moment and then asked, “Could you even do that?”

“If I had to,” she grinned at me.

“Geez, I couldn’t,” I said.

“Believe me, I know. I saw you running this summer,” she said, mischievously. We both laughed then, and relaxed.

We talked for a while, watching the snow fall and listening to the occasional sounds of a plow going down the road. I told her about Jackie and myself; where we grew up, how we met, and how we ended up in Syracuse. She told me about her family and the team and how much she loved rowing. She was just starting her college application process, and she had scholarship offers from over a dozen schools. She was trying to decide between Michigan and Berkeley.

We had been talking and drinking tea for some time when I noticed that Delaney was still shivering. In fact, she was trying hard to keep her teeth from chattering. I looked at her funny and wondered what was up, and then I realized how cold it was. I was starting to shiver, myself. What the hell?

I got up and went into the living room. The thermostat read 58! It was a programmable model, and we had it set to 55 during the day when Jackie and I were usually at work. I had forgotten to reset it upwards that morning, so the heat hadn’t been on all day. The house had good insulation and retained heat well, but by this time most of it had bled away. I turned the temperature up to 68, but it would be over an hour before the furnace could get the house back up to normal.

I went back into the kitchen and found Delaney huddled in her chair, arms wrapped around herself, shivering violently. I explained the situation to her and apologized. She told me she understood - her house had a programmable thermostat, too.

She tried to smile, but it came off as a grimace. I realized that her clothes were still soaked through with sweat and melted snow. The poor kid, she had to be absolutely freezing! At least I had had a hot shower and was in warm, dry clothes! That’s when I made up my mind. It seems crazy in retrospect, but I felt like I had to get her warm as quickly as possible.

“Okay, get up and go upstairs. You’re going to take a hot shower,” I said, in as paternal a tone as I could muster.

I half expected her to hit me - and believe me, that would have hurt - but instead she just looked up at me, shaking, and said, “Wha-wha-wha-t-t?” Her teeth were chattering so badly she could hardly get the word out.

“Don’t worry,” I exclaimed, holding my hands up in front of me, “you’re safe and I’m no pervert! The shower’s upstairs, first door on the right. Lay your clothes out on the floor in the hallway and lock the door. Then I’ll come up and get them clean and dry for you while you shower.

“When you’re done, go into the bathroom closet and you’ll find some plush towels as well as my wife’s bathrobe. It’s really nice - thick and soft and warm. Wrap yourself up and I’ll lay your clothes outside the door when they’re done. After you’re dressed, come back down and we’ll see about getting you back into your own house.”

She stared up at me for a minute, shivering violently, and then got up, rubbed her hands up and down her arms a bit, and hunched over toward the staircase. As she made her way up the stairs, I reminded her that the bathroom was the first door on the right.

“Don’t worry, I know,” came her mysterious reply.

The furnace was running and I was still sitting downstairs at the kitchen table, fidgeting, when I heard the shower come on. I gave it a few more minutes and then ventured slowly up the stairs. “Everything okay?” I called. Getting no answer, I peeked around the corner at the top of the stairs and looked down the hallway.

A pile of clothes lay on the floor outside the bathroom door. Her jeans and sweatshirt and socks were neatly folded in a pile, but on top I was shocked to find her bra and panties. The panties were thongs, purple with a little white bow in front and delicate lace trim. Her matching bra lay on top, staring up at me.

I hesitated for a moment, and then looked, of course. I mean, what was I supposed to do? I hadn’t gotten laid in six weeks! And for the record, it was 36B. Yep, Delaney was a big, athletic girl, and I was suddenly sporting a huge hard on.

I hadn’t expected to be handling her underwear, but I hustled downstairs and got them into the washing machine on a quick delicate cycle. When they were done I hung up the bra and put the rest on a long, low-heat cycle in the dryer so as not to shrink the jeans. Then I went back upstairs.

The house was definitely warmer, and the shower was no longer running. I went to the stairs to shout up to Delaney to tell her how long it would be before her clothes were ready. Just as I was opening my mouth, I heard the bathroom door open and the floorboards creak as she went across the hall and into the bedroom Jackie and I shared.

At first I was puzzled, wondering if she hadn’t understood my plan. Then I began to wonder what the hell she was doing in our room. Snooping? It occurred to me that I really didn’t know anything about her and my wallet and all of Jackie’s jewelry were just laying around up there. As quietly as I could I snuck upstairs, avoiding the creaky third and seventh steps, and made my way down the hallway.

She was standing at the foot of the bed with her back to me, wrapped up in Jackie’s warm, white robe which was almost a foot too short for her. Her feet and legs were bare from mid-calf down. She seemed to be just standing there, looking at the bed, and when she heard me move in the doorway she turned quickly, wiping at her face, and tried to apologize. I could see that she was crying.

“Delaney,” I asked, my suspicion disappearing, “what’s going on? Is everything okay? If it’s your clothes, don’t worry about them. They’re in the dryer and they’ll be ready shortly.”

She looked at me with those startling blue eyes still clouded by tears. “No, no, I don’t care about the clothes. I…It’s just that my best friend used to live here. This was her room.”

I remembered the Naiks, the family that had sold us the house. They were Indian. According to our realtor they were selling the house because their only daughter had just graduated and they wanted to move closer to where she was going to college. Where had that been? Somewhere in New England, I think.

I had met the daughter only once, a small, slight girl with glasses who had seemed very sad and serious to me, but we only met in passing when Jackie and I were looking at the house. I didn’t even remember her name.

As if reading my mind again, Delaney said, “Her name was Vrinda.” This was all she seemed to be able to choke out.

“Were you friends for a long time?” I asked.

“Since we were little kids,” she said, looking around the room hopelessly.

“That’s why you know so much about the house and driveway,” I said.

“Yeah. Every time it snowed the two of us would try to have the driveway cleared before Mr. Naik got home. I spent half of my life here. Your bed is right were hers was, but hers was a big canopy bed.” She gestured toward the ceiling with her hands, smiling wistfully. “It hardly fit in the room. When I was a kid I thought it was like a castle. We spent so much time together in that bed…I thought it was never going to end. And then her mother caught us….” Her voice trailed off, and she began crying again.

It took me a moment, and then I realized what she meant. “She was your girlfriend? Your…”

She nodded, sobbing now. “I loved her. She…she was everything to me! But her parents…they…they were so angry. They were like a sec-second family to me, but they ki-kicked me out of the house, refused to let me see...see her again. They even t-took her out of school and hired a tutor for her f-finals. Then th-they moved away….”

It was heartbreaking. I didn’t know what else to do, so I stepped over to her and hesitantly put my arms around her. She stood stiffly for a moment, and then relaxed into me. She was tall enough that she had to bend over a bit to put her head on my shoulder. Her still-damp hair tousled against my jaw and I could smell the scent of Jackie’s shampoo and perfumed body wash.

At first I just tried to comfort her as she sobbed, muttering that I was sorry but things would get better. Then I realized that I could feel her breasts against my chest - two soft mounds pressing through her robe and my sweatshirt. They felt so good! I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else, but as I said I hadn’t been laid in six weeks! The inevitable happened. I started getting hard.

Chapter 4

I hoped that she wouldn’t feel it because of the way she was bent over. She wasn’t plastered up against me, and she was distracted. I tried not to move, willing it to go down, but all I could feel was her warm body and all I could smell was the scent I had so often smelled when Jackie walked out of the bathroom, as naked as the day she was born. My cock twitched and continued growing.

After a moment she stopped crying, sniffled one or twice, and hiccupped, then stepped back from me. I tried to turn - my cock was tenting out the front of my sweatpants - but she caught my hand and thanked me for being so nice and understanding. I was half-turned toward the door, and when I looked back at her I could see that she was staring at my crotch.

She stared for a long time, then looked up and caught my eye. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. I started to stammer out an apology, but she smiled a half-smile and stepped back. She took a deep breath, and undid the tie to her robe. It fell open, hanging freely, and I caught a glimpse of the inner slopes of her breasts, her taut abs, and the shadow between her legs. “It looks like we’re both…missing something right now,” she said, shyly.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. Cheating on Jackie had never even crossed my mind, but I was so desperate! I stepped over to her, put my hand behind her head and felt her wet curls. I drew her toward me and kissed her, tasting mint and herbal tea. Her lips were so warm and soft, and I pushed my tongue past them and into her warm mouth. She sucked on my tongue and then pushed back with her own. Our tongues jousted for a moment, and then she slipped hers past mine and probed my own mouth deeply.

I felt her nipples, hard and taut against my chest, and I brought my other hand up under her robe. I ran my fingers up along her side and then around her back, feeling her ribs and the muscles she had developed from rowing. I tried to flip the robe off, but she had her arms around me by that point, her hands cupping my shoulder blades, pulling me closer as hard as she could.

We were pressed against each other tightly, my cock pushing my sweatpants into her crotch. With my right hand still on the back of her head, pulling her lips against mine so hard that I wondered how we were able to keep breathing, I ran my left hand down her back and caressed her hard, muscular ass. As we took turns sucking on each other’s tongues, my fingertips traced down the crack of her ass and then underneath, toward her sweet pussy. I wasn’t able to quite reach the Promised Land, but I felt soft hair and the beginnings of a cleft.

She gasped and broke our kiss. For a moment I was afraid that I had gone too far, but she grabbed the hem of my shirt, stepped back, and pulled it over my head in one motion. Then she shrugged and dropped the robe.

I like to think that I’m in pretty good shape. I try to eat right, and like I said I spent all summer running every day. I’m used to wearing bathing suits and shorts and tee shirts and not being ashamed. But I had nothing on her. Delaney looked like a world-class athlete. I was in awe. As she came in for another kiss, I held up and my hand and moved back a half step. “Just a minute,” I murmured, “you’re so beautiful; just let me look for a minute.”

She was absolutely sculpted, all taut muscle and smooth skin. Her short reddish hair was still wet, and it perfectly framed her cute face. She had a strong jaw line and no extra flesh under her chin or on her cheeks, making her face look longer and leaner than it really was. Her nose was thin and maybe a bit too large, but perfection is boring. Her eyes, as I’ve said, were big and blue. A half-smile played about her lips and she looked out at me from under her light brows.

She was shy and I could tell that she wasn’t comfortable being on display, but she loved the fact that I thought she was so pretty. Big, muscular girls don’t often get the chance to feel pretty in our society, and that’s a crying shame.

She had no makeup on, obviously, but her skin glowed with health and the remains of the summer’s tan. Her shoulders were solid, her arms muscular and long, and her hands ended in long, thin fingers. Faint tan lines of a bikini top perfectly offset her smallish breasts. Normally I wouldn’t call a B cup small, but on a girl her size they seemed tiny. They were set high on her chest, and her nipples were dark brown and huge, larger than pencil erasers and surrounded by tight, crinkled areolas.

Her abs were hard and defined, a six pack in a V leading straight down to her crotch. The muscles of her sides flowed down and around the points of her hips, setting them off as if they were islands. Her belly button was tiny and pierced, a rhinestone flashing out from its depths.

Her pussy lay in the deep valley of her muscular thighs, and though she didn’t shave her bush it was light and very sparse. Her pubic hair was redder than the hair on her head, and I could easily see her lips through it. They were swollen, glistening with her juices. Her calves were just as muscular as her thighs, and her toes were long and thin like her fingers.

I took her all in in a moment, and my cock visibly jumped in my pants. She grinned as I stepped up to her, placed my hands on her hips, my thumbs out across her abs and pointing to her pussy. She gasped and held her breath, and after a moment I said, “Look into my eyes.” She did, biting her lip.

I moved my hands slowly upward, feeling the contours of bone and muscle and smooth, warm skin. When I got to her chest, I moved my thumbs up and over her breasts and slowly began circling those incredible nipples. I was as gentle as I could be, barely touching them, around and around, and she stared into my eyes as she started to breathe quickly. Slowly I moved my hands so that they were cupping her breasts, the skin of my palms taught, teasing nipples that were so hard they must have ached.

She put her hands over mine, pressing them tightly to her chest, and then after a moment pushed them away and stepped into my embrace. She grabbed me, turned me to the bed, and pushed me backward so that the mattress hit the back of my knees and I fell onto my back. I wasn’t even done bouncing before she grabbed my sweatpants, fumbled a bit with the drawstring, and then skinned them off and threw them aside.

My cock jumped up and bobbed in midair. She knelt down on the floor and stared at it, saying, “Oh my God, it’s…I mean, you shaved it.” Both Jackie and I had always kept ourselves smooth, and despite the fact that our sex life had dried up I guess I just kept it up out of habit. Now I was glad that I had!

“Uhhh, yeah,” I said with a lame grin, “anything to look bigger.”

“God, don’t worry about that, it’s huge,” she said with some awe in her voice. It’s not, of course. I’m only a little bigger than average, maybe a little thicker, but it made me feel like a king anyway.

Grinning like a kid with a new toy, she licked her lips and touched my cock. It was insane how good just that touch felt. She slowly ran her finger tips up and down its length, around the head, and all the way down to the base. Then she wrapped her fingers around it and began slowly jerking me off. “It’s so fucking hard, and hot. God this feels good,” she said, never taking her eyes off my cock.

After a few moments of pumping, she reached out with her other hand and cupped my sack. She rolled my balls gently back and forth between her fingers, still pumping my shaft, all the while staring at my equipment in rapt attention.

If she thought it felt good, she should have been in my skin. Her hands were warm and soft, but strong. I don’t know how much experience she had with cocks, but she used just the right amount of pressure. I felt that warm soft touch moving up and down its length and occasionally up and over the head. I looked down across my chest and stomach. She was totally concentrating on the treat she had discovered, leaning in so close that I could feel her warm breath on the underside of my cock when her hand went up to the tip. Her other hand kept my balls warm and safe.

Her head was cocked to the side a bit, and the tip of her tongue stuck out of her mouth. Once or twice I thought she was going to lick me, but she kept jerking me off, faster and faster, paying special attention to just how my cock reacted to her every touch. Finally, she looked up and met my eyes. She grinned and opened her mouth and leaned in close, her tongue almost touching the tip. God, I was going crazy! I wanted my cock in her mouth more than anything in the world. I could almost feel her tongue lashing the underside, her warm wet mouth cradling my length.

Instead of taking my cock in her mouth, she sat back. “Scoot up,” she said, “all the way to the headboard. Make some room for me.” She may have been driving me crazy, but her voice was husky with need, too. I scooted and turned so that my head was on the pillows.

She crawled up onto the bed, on all fours, and hovered over my cock. Once again I thought she was going to suck it, but instead she started playing with it with her beautiful little tits. She dragged her incredibly hard nipples over the head, one after the other, looking down under her to watch. Then she batted my cock back and forth with her tits until we were both panting. I was beginning to get the idea that her breasts were very, very sensitive. I filed that bit of intelligence away for future reference.

When she couldn’t take it any longer she began crawling up my body, dragging those hard little pebbles over my abdomen and then teasing my own nipples with them. She threw herself down on me, legs on either side of my legs, breasts crushed against my chest, my cock thrusting just past her pussy lips so that I could feel her bush and her wetness along the topside.

She kissed me deeply, and kept kissing me, alternately sucking on my tongue and thrusting her own tongue deep inside my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, hands massaging the hard muscles of her perfect ass. While we kissed, she worked her hips back and forth, teasing her pussy lips along my length, growing wetter and wetter.

After spending ten minutes or more like this, she pulled back a little and began kissing all along my jaw. Then she ran her tongue around my ear, very lightly, and began kissing and nibbling my neck. “No marks,” I groaned, and she giggled and kept at it. In desperation I turned my head to the side and caught her earlobe between my teeth. I bit down lightly, and she moaned out loud. Now it was my turn to work on her ear and neck, kissing and licking and nibbling while her panting came faster and faster and her hips kept bucking frantically up and down my length.

Finally, she drew back, brought her knees up alongside my hips, and caught my face in her hands. I looked up at her. She was flushed and her eyes were half closed in need. “Look,” she said, “you’re going to have to be patient. I haven’t fucked a guy since I was 15, and he wasn’t nearly as big as you. I’ve got to have your cock inside me, but it’s going to take a little while and you’re going to have to let me do this my way. Deal?”

Chapter 5

Now it was my turn to reach up and cup her beautiful face. “Take your time, baby,” I gasped. “I’m not going anywhere. Do whatever you need to do. I’m all yours.” She smiled wide when she heard that, then she sat back and I felt her pussy lips on the head of my cock.

With a small look of concentration - yep, the tip of her tongue stuck out again - she reached back and grabbed my cock. She pointed it at the center of her pussy, and circled it once or twice to get it nestled perfectly between her thick, wet outer lips. Then she began rubbing the head up and down her slit, her juices dripping down my length. Up and down, teasing her pussy, then her clit, back and forth. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she seemed like she was in another world. I put my hands up, cupped her tits, and gently massaged them. She opened her eyes briefly and smiled at me, then closed them again and went back to work.

The feeling of her thumb and fingertips on my shaft, combined with her wet pussy lips and hard nub of a clit slithering over my cockhead, felt so good I can hardly describe it. Every time my cockhead hit the entrance to her pussy I’d jump. It was all I could do to keep my hips from thrusting just on instinct. I had to fight it, though. She was in charge and I didn’t want to hurt her or scare her off. I also didn’t want to cum too soon, and it was getting to the point where I really had to try to ignore the waves of pleasure coming up my cock and through my whole body. I did not want this to end.

When she hit her clit, she’d also give a little jump. Then she’d circle my cockhead around her clit two or three times, teasing herself practically out of her own skin, before starting all over again. I kept up my massage of her sweet tits, hanging practically in my face. I wanted desperately to tongue them, but with one hand between us guiding my cock she was bracing her whole weight on the other arm. She was in great shape, but eventually she was going to get tired. I used my hands on her tits to help support her, and she really seemed to enjoy the pressure. She actually started leaning into me, causing me to mash her breasts flat against her chest.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was shaking her head side-to-side, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I don’t know how much of it was the pressure on her breasts or how much was the pressure she was putting on her clit and pussy lips with the head of my cock, but whatever it was the combination was definitely working for her.

Her face had turned red and she was now grinding her clit into the head of my cock. Her entire body was tensing up before I even realized what was happening. I started squeezing her breasts to give her a little added push, and she began to quickly nod her head up and down, so I squeezed even harder. That seemed to do it. Rubbing my cock head furiously across her clit, her whole body shuddered and she let out an animalistic sound that was halfway between a grunt and a yell. It went on and on, these guttural grunts turning gradually higher pitched as her body shook all over. Suddenly it was over, and she collapsed onto me, my hands on her tits holding her up.

I lowered her to my chest, where she nestled against me. My cock was still iron hard, trapped against my abdomen by her sopping pussy lips, the head pillowing her sensitive clit. Her pussy juice had soaked me, running down by cock and drenching my balls. I could hardly stand it, and I started experimentally twitching my hips. Her clit must have been too sensitive so soon after cumming, though, because she quickly moaned and backed her hips off. I looked up at her and found that she was looking at me, her breathe quickly returning to normal.

“You didn’t cum?” She asked.

“Not yet,” I said, trying to sound seductive. I grinned at her. She grinned back.

“Oh, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” she said with childlike glee. She got back on her hands and knees and I immediately realized the benefits of fucking a real athlete. Her breathing was almost back to normal and she was ready to go again.