Gender: Male Age: 25 Location: Canada
|Introduction: On Christmas Eve, a broken man finds something interesting during a blizzard|
The holidays sure came around again quickly, Tom thought to himself as he drove through the snow covered streets of the town, noticing all the twinkling lights and Christmas tree's in all the shops that kept their doors open late for careless people picking up the last of their gifts hours before Christmas day was upon them. This time of the year was supposed to be all about family and friends, spending time with those who you love, but Tom was in no mood for it anymore. Two weeks after a brutal divorce that left him living in his summer cottage in a small town while his ex-wife and young daughter lived lavishly in the house he worked so hard to afford, he was not in the mood for anything anymore. Let alone a time like this.
He could remember spending Christmas with his ex and child, sitting in front of the warm fire place as the snow piled up outside the window, the infectious laughter only a child could make ringing in the joyous house. Now however, the only noise his little two room cottage was filled with was the sharp ring when his bottle of whiskey touched his glass as he refilled yet another time. He wouldn't even be out tonight, on Christmas eve, if he hadn't have run out of said whiskey. A twenty minute trip into the small town and another twenty back was almost not worth it. Almost.
He pulled back onto the highway, his tires spinning on the slick sheet of ice at the stop sign and making that horrid whining noise that grated on every nerve in his body. The night was sure cold and he could feel it in his old college car, the only thing his ex-wife did not want in the divorce. He probably should have rented a car or something, but he was just to lazy to. With a broken heater though, he was almost better off walking, at least the exercise would warm him up a little bit. As it was now, his hands were almost frozen to the steering wheel and his whole body shook.
Tom found it hard to peer through the falling snow that obscured the road before him. With the snow falling and the ice under his worn tires, one wrong move would leave him stranded in a ditch, or worse, pinned underneath a semi bleeding from every orifice. A few times he was tempted to pull on to the shoulder and wait until the storm passed, but the warm fire back home and the bottle of liquor burning a hole in the seat beside him was too tempting.
His glass of whiskey would have to wait another few minutes though. Out of the swirling clouds of snow Tom barely made out someone standing on the side of the road, bundled up in a fluffy jacket with their thumping sticking straight up in the air. Pulling closer he saw the coat was the only thing protecting the person, and it probably wasn't doing a good job of it. Standing on the side of the snowy roads was a young girl wearing a short skirt and small jacket that barely covered her navel. She must have been freezing standing there. He pulled up to her and rolled the passenger window down.
'Where ya headed?' he asked.
Looking both directions the highway travelled she shrugged her shoulders and said 'Anywhere but back into town'
She was a slight little thing, standing no taller then five foot three with short blonde hair with pink streaks and a red nose and face. She was very attractive and it was beyond Tom as to why she would be standing all alone out in the middle of no where looking for a ride on Christmas eve. She couldn't be more then sixteen years old.
'It's a bit rough tonight to be travelling any distances,' he replied, 'Do you have any friends in town you can stay with?'
'Not anymore it seems,' she sighed, shivering visibly in the cold wind that was kicking up even more, 'Where are you going?'
'I live in a small cottage just up the highway here.'
'Oh, I thought you might have been headed to the next town over,' she smiled sadly and then stepped back from his beat up car, sticking her thumb out again for the next car that was going to pass by, if one even did. Tom closed the window and pressed on the gas, checking in his mirror to make sure he could merge safely. All he could see in that mirror though was that poor girl standing there in the snow with only a coat to protect her. He realized now he couldn't just leave her standing there on a night like this, so he kicked it into reverse and pulled back up to her, opening the passenger door.
'I don't think you're going to find another ride tonight. If you want you can sleep on the couch at my place until the weather clears up.'
She gave him a look that was mixed between fear and kindness, 'Are you going to rape me on the side of the road?' she asked as a half joke. He was glad she had some good sense in her. Most people stuck in her situation would have jumped into the car without thinking about what might happen to them.
Pulling out a tire iron from beneath his seat he held it out towards her and said, with a small smile 'If I do anything at all, you have my permission to smash my skull in with this.'
She tentatively grabbed the tire iron and slid into the passenger seat after Tom had moved the bottle of whiskey wrapped in a paper bag between the seats. She held the tire iron on her lap, never taking her eyes off him as he threw the car back into drive and took off down the highway. Five minutes later he pulled into the small road that was his driveway and turned off the car in front of the small, wooden cottage stuck in the snow covered forest. Getting out, he lead the way into the cottage where the fire was starting to die down, giving off very little light.
'Make yourself at home,' he said, throwing a few more logs into the fire. It roared as the dry wood was consumed by fire, splashing the small living room with a single window with an orange glow and heat.
'Thank you for taking me in tonight,' the girl said, taking off her coat to reveal a festive shirt on underneath, framing her ample breasts nicely. It was hard for Tom to look away at such a display, but with a lot of effort he averted his gaze and found his glass sitting on the kitchen table. He went into the small kitchen and grabbed another, dropping it before the girl who had sat down on the couch before the fire place to warm her body. He poured both of them a large amount of amber liquid.
'No problem. Drink that up, it'll help you get warm,' he said and she obliged, taking a small sip from the glass, the booze obviously burning her throat and causing her face to scrunch up, 'Wanna tell me your name?'
'Sara,' she said softly, taking another sip from her glass.
'Nice to meet you Sara, I'm Tom.'
He sat down in a wooden chair off to the side of the couch and drained his glass in one gulp, feeling the liquid numb his sorrow almost instantly. It was the only thing that could make him feel remotely better after that messy divorce that had dismantled his life.
'Where do your parents live?'
'Umm, Florida. I'm going to University up here.'
'So why were you standing on the side of the road then? The University is two towns over.'
She didn't answer his question immediately, taking another sip from her glass and releasing the tire iron she had brought in from the car. 'I was at a party with a few friends from school, and well, I caught my boyfriend making out with another girl.'
'Yeah I know how that feels,' he sighed, repressing the image that sprang into his mind, 'my wife though.'
'Hurts eh?' she asked, her tone softening.
'Even more so when you're older. Anyways, I should let you get some sleep. Blanket is on the back of the couch, and if you need anything else just ask.'
'No please, you don't have to go. I'm really not that tired. It's nice to have someone to talk to about all this,' she said, looking at him with such innocent eyes that he couldn't refuse. So he poured himself another drink and turned towards her.
'So you caught him cheating and you just decided to walk back to school?' he asked.
'I was mad. Probably should have gotten one of my friends to drive me back.'
'Probably,' he said with a small laugh, getting a little giggle back in return, 'At least you still have everything you own. I on the other hand, am the master of everything you see before you. Lucky guy aren't I?'
'She took everything?'
'Even our little girl,' he sighed, draining his glass once again. The alcohol was working, for the most part. Everything was fuzzy around the edges, it was hard to focus on anything he was thinking about, but the images of catching his wife with that asshole who considered himself his best friend were slowly starting to fade into nothingness. Until he was sober again anyways.
'What a bitch. I'm sorry to hear that.'
'No worries. At least you are a little more at ease around me. Realizing I won't rape you?' he joked, not sure if it was the best route to go. He was pretty sure he came off sounding a little creepy.
'Getting there,' she joked back and then picked up the deck of cards sitting on the table, 'Care for a game of poker?'
'What are we playing for?'
'How about truths? Might as well have a little fun since it is Christmas eve and all.'
He took the cards from her small hand and started to shuffle them, showing off a little skill in the process, 'I should warn you, I've play a lot of poker in my life.'
'I think I can handle myself,' she smiled and he dealt the cards.
Time passed quickly as they got into the game. The drinks were flowing and it wasn't very long until the bottle of whiskey he had just bought was empty and they both sat there with a stupid grin on their faces. Sara had apparently smuggled a couple of small flasks of hard liquor from the party in her hurry to get out of there so they cracked those open and dove in.
'Alright, you lose,' she said, throwing a full house onto the table with gusto, 'Have you ever punched someone?'
'Only once,' he laughed, feeling the rush of adrenaline flow through his veins as the memory came flooding back, 'My best friend Jeremy when I caught him giving it to my wife from behind!'
'Very nice sir!' she laughed loudly and held up her glass of rye up and then taking a deep drink. Tom did the same with his vodka, feeling the burn in his throat like a warm hug.
Sara shuffled the cards and dealt them out, albeit in a very sloppy, semi drunken manner. Looking at his cards Tom realized his luck had changed and all the good cards he had been getting were gone. If they were playing for real money he probably would have gotten up from the table and called it quits. However they were not playing for money, and this is the first time in a few weeks since he had last had fun.
Losing yet another hand, John threw his cards down in mock disgust as his opponent beamed at him from across the the small table, a little glint in her blue eyes. 'Hmm starting to run out of questions I can ask,' she laughed and Tom could believe it. She had won a lot more hands then he had and pretty much asked him most of the questions one would ask someone they had just met.
'I am sure you will think of something,' he said softly, picking up the cards and getting ready to deal another hand. They were almost out of alcohol though and it was well past the hour the stores were open, so going out for more was out of the question.
'Guess I have to go with the unconventional ones. Ah here we go! Where was the wildest place you have ever had sex?'
The question caught him by surprise while he was shuffling and the cards spewed out of his hands in every which way. 'I'm not sure that's a question you should be asking me.'
'Hey now, you knew the rules of the game when you started to play. You have to answer!'
'It's a little weird. I mean you're like what? Seventeen?' he asked.
'Nineteen actually! It's just a question anyways! Answer it or you have to go outside and roll around in the snow for two minutes.'
Looking outside he could see the snow storm showed no signs of weakening and the temperature was well below freezing. So he took the lesser of the two evils and answered her ridiculous question, 'I suppose it would have to be the bathroom in the hospital.'
'Oh you naughty boy! How the hell did that happen?' she asked, her interest piqued.
'My ex's sister was giving birth. So she decided she wanted to start trying to get pregnant, right then and there.'
'I guess you didn't need to hear anymore then 'Let's fuck in the bathroom did you?' she laughed and Tom picked up the cards, his face burning a little. It was either from the question or the fact he had probably had too much to drink.
He dealt out the next hand and finally got some better luck. Staring back up at him was a pair of aces. Dealing out the flop, turn, and river he improved to trip aces, easily beating out Sara's high card Queen. She looked a little put out that her good luck had come to an end and pouted over the table at him.
'What's your major?' he asked, going back to PG questions.
'Weak question,' she giggled, 'It's Lit. I want to be a writer one day.'
'I guess it's better then philosophy. No real jobs out there for a degree in that.'
She laughed at his response and took a swig from her small flask, finding nothing in it. 'Damn I'm out!' she said with an angry face, holding the flask upside down.
'Let me go see if I can find anything in the kitchen,' he said and wandered off. He checked every cabinet, not finding a single thing, until he looked under the sink to find the only other thing he managed to take away from the marriage, a bottle of Grand Mariner they had bought for their daughter when she was going to get married, many years from now.
'Only thing left is this,' he said returning, holding the bottle up so Sara could see it and her face lit up, 'Was saving if for a special occasion some years down the road, but I guess it's better off being drank tonight.'
He poured two glasses and handed Sara hers, to which she drank from immediately. The strong alcohol instantly seared her throat and caused her to gasp in pain, tears rolling from the sides of her eyes. He couldn't help but chuckle at her for that.
'You need to sip it honey,' he said between laughs, 'Otherwise that happens.'
'Thanks,' she said ruefully, 'That tip would have been nice a minute ago.' The next sip she did as he had instructed and grimaced only a little. 'This shit is strong!'
'Yeah, a glass or two of this stuff will be more then enough for tonight. Anyways, I believe it's your deal now!'
Sara shuffled and dealt the cards, handing nothing but garbage to Tom. Instead of trying to see if he catches a low card and hoping it held out to be the winner, he tossed his cards back at the deck in disgust and gave up.
'Well that was easy!' the girl said, tossing the deck towards him, 'How many women have you slept with?'
Sighing a little at her topic of questions he answered slowly, 'Two.'
'Seriously?' she asked, trying without success to not laugh, 'How old are you?'
'Thirty-seven. And the first was my prom date, the second being my ex wife.'
'Wow, I never would have guessed. You have those classic good looks. You know, handsome and rugged at the same time. Thought you would have been hitting the pussy every other night!'
'I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that sort of language,' he said, a moment of clarity through a drunken haze that clouded his brain.
'Oh just shut up and deal!'
The game rolled on into the wee hours of the morning, where they had eventually finished off the bottle of Grand Mariner. While Tom's questions stayed harmless, Sara's ventured further into the gutter with ones like 'You ever have a threesome?', 'How often do you jack off?', and even 'Your wife ever let you stick it in her ass?'. As questions became both harder to think of, and harder to answer, the buzz of the alcohol started to wear off and Tom realized they should both probably get some sleep. He had already decided to drive her back to her school in the morning. She was a nice enough girl who got caught in a bad situation. Least he could do was make it better.
'We should probably call it a night,' he said looking at the clock. It was half past three in the morning already.
'Awe come on! A few more hands!'
'Sorry Sara, it's getting pretty late,' he answered, pointing to the clock over the fireplace where the fire dwindled into ashes.
'Damn it!' she cursed, 'I can't believe it's already Christmas day.'
Tom realized this was probably the last place she wanted to be today, in the middle of the woods waiting out a storm with a man she had just met, 'Sorry about this. I'll take you back to school first thing in the morning and it will be like tonight never even happened.'
'Oh no! I didn't mean it like that,' she said quickly, touching his arm with her warm, soft little hand, 'I had a lot of fun tonight and I am glad I met you. That's one thing I can thank that asshole for,' she said referencing her now ex-boyfriend.
'It's alright Sara. We both know this is the last place you want to be,' he said with a nervous laugh, but her eyes never left his face and her hand remained on his arm.
'Seriously. I mean it okay. I really appreciate you for taking me in tonight.'
'Well I couldn't just leave you on the side of the road in the cold.'
She smiled at him and rubbed his arm, looking deep into his eyes, 'A dozen cars passed me by tonight before you stopped, so that makes you special to me!' She leaned forward over the table and before he could stop her, their lips met in a sweet kiss. He could smell her flowery perfume and feel the heat in her face as her lips danced over his for a brief moment, and then pulled an inch or two away, her eyes still locked on his.
'I'm not sure that should have happened,' he said, the alcohol still in his system taking a back seat as his common sense took over.
'Don't ruin it Tom,' she said softly, the smell of liquor on her sweet breath.
'You're drunk Sara. That's all.'
'True, but I needed to thank you some how. Consider it a gift for helping a damsel in distress,' she answered quickly and then moved back in, her lips meeting his for the second time. In the blink of an eye a small war was fought inside the older mans brain. One half urged him to kiss her back, to give in and enjoy it, while the other screamed at him to stop. She was too young and drunk! That they both would regret it in the morning. The first side won out and he kissed her back, grabbing the back of her head with his hand and holding her into the kiss as their lips moved in unison.
He felt her tongue probing at his closed lips and he opened them to let it in, his own tongue meeting hers half way. He hadn't been kissed like this since he started dating his now ex wife and the effect was almost instant. He could feel his heart start to race and his stomach not up in excitement, the bulge in his jeans starting to get larger with each passing second. It was at that moment he realized they needed to stop and he pulled away from her, both parties panting with the effort of the kiss. He relished the flushed look on her cute face, her eyes half closed and her mouth still slightly open. She looked like a little angle sitting before him.
'I'll let you get some sleep,' he said with great effort and then stood up, moving towards the bedroom. He didn't get very far though. A small hand wrapped around his arm and stopped him cold, turning to see a sly look on his guests face.
'I'm done with you yet,' she said softly, taking his hand and placing it on her large breast, over her soft shirt. The small amount of will power he left melted away and he was putty in this small nineteen year old girls hands.
She pulled him back to the couch and pushed him into the seating position. She climbed on top of his lap, her legs on either side of his and looked him straight in the eyes with a sexy little smile snaking it's way across her beautiful face. She grabbed the hem of her shirt on both sides, her arms crossed over her chest, and lifted it up and off, revealing milky white skin and two large breasts covered by a cute pink lace bra that was obviously one size too small for her. Tom didn't need any more hints and pulled her body into him, his lips kissing over her neck and shoulders as his hands came up to her breasts and grabbed them, kneading each one through the lacy material. Both her hands wrapped around his head and held him in place, kissing along her collar bone and throat. Each kiss received a soft moan and her fingers to tangle themselves in his shaggy hair.
'I want you Tom,' she said softly and she sat back a little. She reached to the back of her bra and a second later she unhooked it, sliding it down her arms and wrapping it around his neck. There before him was the most gorgeous set of tits he had ever seen in his life. They were even more milky white then the rest of her body and crowned by two, soft pink aureola’s that almost sparkled in the low light. They were larger then he would have guessed her small frame could handle, but he could tell they were all natural. They sagged the slightest amount, barely noticeable, and weren't perfectly rounded like a surgeon went for. They had their minor flaws that made them look even better.
Unable to control himself he dove in, taking a breast in his hand and sucking her nipple into his mouth. He used his teeth to lightly nibble on it and she melted into him, her back arching at his efforts. Tom smiled internally to himself. His ex's nipples had been far from sensitive and only twisting them roughly made her feel anything. She hated it when he did that, so he usually refrained from it. To find someone who, with enough play, could probably cum from just having her nipples sucked on was a real surprise.
His cock was fully erect now, jammed roughly between him, the couch, and her crotch. It hurt, but in a good way because he knew he would probably get it free pretty quick. Sara had noticed the large package jabbing into her too and she pulled herself off him, kneeling before him. Her small fingers fumbled with his belt and got it undone after a few excruciating seconds. She undid his jeans and, with him lifting his ass off the couch, slid them down with his plaid boxers, his amazingly hard nine inch cock standing straight up in the cool air.
'Holy shit,' Sara hissed, her eyes growing large at the sight before her, 'How the hell could your wife cheat on you when she had a monster like this waiting back at home for her!'
Usually the mere mention of his wife would have sent him spiralling into depression, the dark clouds gathering over his head threatening to engulf him. This time however, he smiled at this young girls response to his large cock and knew she was just a little jealous that someone else had rode it before her. Funny how a young persons mind works like that.
She lowered her head, her eyes still wide, and stuck out her tongue. It was at that moment that that he placed his hands on her shoulders and stopped her from plunging the thing into her throat. He had seen this look before, and even though his heart sank a little he didn't mind it.
'It's okay sweety,' he said softly, smiling at her.
'What's wrong?' she asked innocently, looking up at him.
'I realize you're a small girl, and trying to suck on me would be a little difficult for you. To be honest I have only ever gotten head once, and it was not fun for the girl who did it back at prom. So you don't have to worry about it. I don't want you to choke yourself.'
'No, you don't understand baby, I really want to. For you and me. I like the challenge,' she countered, gripping the base of his cock in her very hot hand. The mere touch sent a shiver running up his spine and a moan escaped his lips, 'When was the last time you've had sex?' she asked when, squeezing a little tighter.
'About eight months ago,' he said a little ashamed, 'the last year of my marriage was pretty much sexless.'
'You're in good hands. Just sit back and enjoy it okay?'
He did as she asked and sat back in the couch, looking between his legs as the tiny girl held onto his large cock. She wrapped her lips around the head and licked around it, making his legs twitch a little. She wasn't kidding, he really was in good hands. Of course when it came to getting oral, he was limited in experience. Whatever she was doing though, it sent him to the moon and back. He could feel her tongue probing each and every centimetre of his flesh, and her exceedingly hot mouth sucked him deeper into her throat. Opening his eyes he looked down at her again, finding that she had take just over half of him into her mouth, her eyes wide with effort. She really was a trooper.
She wasn't done there though. Getting up higher on her knee's she gave him a little wink and then impaled her throat on his steel rod. He could feel it opening up around him until finally he bottomed out, garnering a painful squeal from her as a little bit of spit dribbled out of her mouth and matted in his pubic hair. Not able to hold that position long she slid her mouth off his throbbing cock and coughed a little as she gasped for air, a small smile on her lips.
'I did it,' she said triumphantly, beaming at him while she stroked his cock from tip to bottom.
'That was amazing baby,' he replied and pulled her into a long, sloppy kiss. He pulled her tiny body into his arms and lifted her up, carrying her into the dark bedroom before gently laying her on the bed. 'Your turn.'
'Yay me,' she giggled and laid back. John delved his thumbs into the waist of her skirt and in one fluid motion slid them off her legs revealing a cute little black thong covering her best bits. He could already smell how aroused she was and was looking forward to tasting a young pussy. It had been ages since he had gone down on anyone. Using her legs he pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and spread them, her covered pussy inches from his watering mouth.
He pulled the thong to one side and drank in the gorgeous pussy in front of him. It was small, obviously tight, and just he way he liked it, folded in on it's self without the lips hanging out. Spotting her tiny little button of a clit and stuck out his tongue and gave it a slow, powerful lick. Sara's little body shook underneath him and she moaned softly, one of her hands finding the back of his head and rubbing his hair. Spurred on he licked her again and used to fingers to open up her little flower, showing the wet, pink flesh hidden beneath the folds. His tongue slowly found it's way to the hot interior and he lapped up her juices. It was like honey to him and he delved in deeper, her velvety folds being slowly pried open by his probing tongue.
Her hands grabbed his hair now and pushed him deeper into her, her intoxicating smell grabbing hold of him and refusing to let go. Her legs started to tense up and her moans became more throaty as she quickly reached her climax, his tongue probing deeper and deeper into her sizzling pussy and one of his thumbs making quick circles over her protected clit.
'I'M CUMMING,' she screamed out loudly. Her legs clamped over his head, trapping him with his tongue still stuck inside her. She held him tightly, threatening to suffocate him as she thrashed on the blankets and screamed out incoherent praises. He could feel her pussy pulsating around his tongue and after what seemed like an eternity they became slower and her legs fell from his head and her hand let go of his head.
He pulled himself from between her legs and looked up at her, her juices slick on his chin and a wide grin on his face. She smiled softly back at him, her eyes half closed and her whole body heaving with heavy breathes. He climbed into bed beside her and pulled a pillow down, putting it under both their heads.
'How about some sleep?' he asked, but she shook her head and sat up. Putting both hands on his still clothed chest she climbed over him and sat on his waist, his still rock hard cock being pressed between her slightly swollen pussy lips.
'Fuck that nonsense,' she breathed, her voice rough and sexy, 'I have to have you in me! Now! Biggest cock I have ever fucked was barely half the size of you!'
With that she got up on her knees and grabbed his throbbing cock in a shaky hand, pointing at her soaking wet opening. Slowly, with great effort, she started to slide him into her. He knew she was going to be tight, be he had no idea how tight. It felt like someone was squeezing his cock in a very hot and soft vice grip. It hurt, but far from being a bad pain. The look on the determined girls face was priceless. It was half way between ecstasy and pain. She squinted through the pain, her forehead all wrinkled, making her look even more sexy then she already was.
'Take is slow babe,' he offered.
'We're past slow don't you think?' she asked with a pained smile, and in one fluid motion she shoved his entire length into herself. He could see the pain etched all over her face as she let out a small scream. He almost felt bad for her, but he too was in a little bit of pain and could relate.
She sat there, motionless, on top of him, her breast heaving in and out. He could feel her vaginal walls opening up around him and within a few minutes she started to lift herself up and throw herself back down on him. Her look of pain quickly turned to pleasure and she sat bolt upright, her hands fondling her own breasts as she moaned loudly with each thrust. At this very moment he considered himself the luckiest man alive. How could that asshole of her boyfriend cheat on such a gorgeous creature? His loss was Toms gain.
'Holy shit, you are literally hi...hitting everything i...i..in me!' she growled, struggling to get enough oxygen to talk. Each time she lifted herself off him and sat back down the air was pushed out of her lungs, escaping over those pretty pink lips covered in saliva. Many times he fought off the urge to grab her by the hips, hold her up so just the tip of his cock was in her tight little hole and thrust in and out of her with all his might. Seeing as how she was so small and tight, he would end up hurting her more then anything else. So she was free to fuck herself on his large cock to her leisure.
The familiar feeling of his cum bubbling in his balls hit him and he clenched his ass muscles in an attempt to slow his impending orgasm. More then anything else he wanted to feel her cum on top of him, her pussy walls pulsing around him. He could tell she was starting to get close already. Her pace had quickened and her eyes were slammed shut, her fingers pinching her own nipples as he held her tightly around the hips.
'Fuck this feels amazing!' she cooed, her breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust, 'Make me cum! Fuck me hard, please!' she begged.
Tom gave in and gave her what they both wanted. He held her up, finding it easy to support her meager waist, and drove himself in and out of her at a blistering pace. Both their bodies were covered in sweat now and made cute little squelching sounds every time his hips met hers. Her pussy tightened around his cock and her hands slammed down into his chest as she climaxed for the second time. Fresh juice flooded from her grasping pussy and coated the base of his cock, dripping down between his ass cheeks onto the already wet with sweat sheets. The feeling of her amazing pussy gripping his cock was more then he could take. With every bit of strength he had left he held off just long enough for her to finish off her own powerful orgasm, and then tossed her gently off, stroking his cock to get him off. Sara proved how dedicated she truly was by grabbing his cock in her mouth right as hot, white cum started to shoot out, and sucking up every last drop. With each stringy gob he shot out his body convulsed and the feel of her tongue on the head of his cock, licking over the hole, made him cum for what seemed like an hour, until finally, his balls emptied completely, he moaned one last time.
Sara sucked the last little bit up, and took his now deflating cock out of her mouth. With a wicked glint on her eye she swallowed one last time and then licked every inch of his twitching cock, cleaning off both their liquids. Finished, she slid up next to him, pulling the cover over both their bodies, and cuddled into his side.
'Wow,' was all he could say.
She kissed him on the cheek and then nuzzled into his neck, 'Wow is right,' she sighed happily.
It didn't take long for both of them to fall into peaceful sleep, their bodies keeping each other warm in the cold night. Tom's last thought was how happy he was at this very moment and how sad he would be tomorrow when he took her back to school.
Tom's main fear was waking up and finding that everything had been a drunken mistake, followed by a long drive punctuated only with awkward silence. To his utter surprise though, when his eyes opened, he found that Sara had left the bed some time earlier and was no where in the room. He got up, threw on a robe, and walked out into the living room where he had expected to find a dead fire and an empty house. Instead he found a roaring fire and a gorgeous blonde, with pink streaks, haired girl standing in the kitchen over a hot stove with frying pan in hand.
'Morning sleepy head,' she smiled happily at him, 'I didn't want to wake you when I got up, so I came out here and made sure it was warm for when you woke.'
Tom moved into the kitchen, eyeing the girl curiously. She was standing there buck naked, the soft morning light glinting off her pale skin. Raising an eyebrow he asked a silent question.
'Oh this?' she laughed, looking down at herself, 'I've always wanted to try cooking naked after a night full of hot sex.'
'And how is that going for you?' he asked, taking a step closer. Before answering Sara put the pan in the sink and grabbed a mug off the small counter, handing it to him. He took it from her gratefully and took a long sip of scalding black coffee. One of the best remedies for a bad hangover, which he had.
'I love it. I'll have to remember to do this more often. I feel so empowered. Now sit down in the living room and I will bring you your breakfast.'
Tom did as he was asked and sat down in front of the fire, feeling it's heat wash over his sore body. A few moments later Sara walked into the living room, dressed in one of his robes, with two steaming plates in her hands. She handed him one and then sat down next to him, their legs touching. Tom looked gratefully at his plate and found a delicious looking meal of scrambled eggs, hash-browns and bacon. If left to his own devices Tom probably would have had a spiked coffee for breakfast, and lunch, and most likely dinner.
'This looks amazing,' he said, debating on whether or not to give her a kiss on the cheek. He still didn't know where last night stood with her though, so he thought better of it, 'You didn't need to do all this. I was going to take you where you needed to go regardless.'
'Oh baby,' she giggled, 'this isn't for the ride. It's for last night. I had a great time and I just wanted to thank you.'
'I had a great time too. It was easily the best I have had in a very long time.'
They ate in silence, enjoying the others company over words. When finished they washed dishes together and then dressed. They didn't touch one another, but they did steal a lot of glances and throw a lot of nervous giggles back and forth. Tom lent the young girl a better jacket, seeing as how with her tiny little one she probably would have frozen to death in his cold car. Together they got into the vehicle and he pulled back out onto the now clear highway. Snowplows must have gone by during the night as the road had been clear of the build up of snow, making driving a little bit easier.
The trip took three hours to make, and the spent it talking and laughing, Sara's small hand on his leg the whole way there. They had stopped off at a small little diner on the side of the road and gotten some lunch quickly, the effects of the hangover long gone for both of them. Finally though, to great regret for Tom, he pulled into the city and made the short trip to the small University that was nestled on a large hill over looking the town. Sara instructed him towards the dorms and a few minutes after arriving he was pulling up in front of a large building that looked devoid of life. Most students would be at home with their parents this time of year.
'Well here you go my dear,' he said trying to sound not so depressed.
'Can you wait here a minute?' she asked, sliding her seat belt off her slender frame. Tom nodded and without any further words she got out of the car and rushed through the cold weather into the building, disappearing out of sight.
Tom drummed his fingers over the frozen steering wheel as he waited, wondering what she could be up to. Ten minutes later she came prancing out of the building dressed in warmer clothes and a bigger jacket and hopped back into the front seat next to him.
'What's up?' he asked as she smiled sweetly at him.
'I wanted to give you something,' she sung and held out her hand, her fingers clasped over something hidden.
'You already gave me something Sara. Last night.'
'Just open up your hand you fool!' she laughed and Tom did as asked, holding his open hand before her. She placed her hand over his and opened it, a small wooden finger dropping onto his palm. Tom held it closer to his face, finding that it was a carved statue in the shape of a half clothed woman with a crown of olive leaves on her head.
'Who is it?' he asked, marvelling at the intricate work that went into making it.
'Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love. I found it at a small shop back home when I was younger and had to buy it. She's sat on my nightstand since I was twelve and I think you should have it.'
'It's really gorgeous, but I can't accept this. It's yours.'
She smiled softly at him and gave him a soft punch on the arm, 'It's yours now silly. I refuse to take it back.'
'Well, thank you,' he replied, closing his fingers over it and looking back up to the pretty face in front of him, 'If you ever get stuck near me again, stop on by and I will give you a lift,' he offered and she smiled at his kindness. She leaned closer and kissed him, her cold lips melting into his. This kiss was more then the ones from the night before, it was soft and gentle instead of hard and passionate.
'How about you come pick me up tomorrow and I can make you a nice dinner,' she smiled after pulling from the kiss, her bright green eyes looking deep into him.
'I'm not sure that's a great idea,' he started but she cut him off with a finger over her lips.
'Either you come pick me up or I walk to your place. Either way it's going to happen so get over it. Look, I like you Tom, honestly. So like it or not I'm going to keep seeing you okay?' she said, a little force behind her words. Tom didn't know what to say, but he knew he couldn't just let he walk out in the cold. Besides, he wanted to see her again. She was very young, but he had felt a connection with her. He was happy when he was spending time with her.
'Fine I will drop by,' he said with a small smile. He realized now that with her looks and attitude, he would give her whatever she asked for.
'Good. Besides, I gotta work my way up to the ultimate test with you.'
'What's that?' he asked, figuring she could be talking about a million different things.
She leaned in again and turned his head so her lips were pressed right up against his ear and whispered, 'I've had you in two of my three holes. So what do you think I mean?' she giggled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling away again, 'Remember, tomorrow around one okay?'
Tom nodded and waved her off, too stunned to say anything. He watched her slink away, back into the building, her ass swinging back and forth seductively as she looked over her shoulder and blew him a kiss goodbye. Seeing that she was safely home he turned the car back on and pulled out of the University and found his way back to the highway, his beat up junker pointed back towards his much brighter home. The drive back was going to be no problem at all, he made it with a wide grin on his face and even managed to stop at a gas station and pick up a few things to get him through the next night. This time though, he avoided the alcohol.
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