JACK THE ROPER
My name is Jack, and I'm a roper. What is a roper? No one is entirely sure; the name is a term coined by the Association (we'll get to them in later parts). The practical side is that we ropers are able to detect women who are sexually submissive. How? Good question, again, no one is entirely sure. Lots of covert research has been done and funded by the Association, and no one has an answer. Basically, it is some sort of telepathy or empathy.
What is it like? It's hard to describe, especially at first when I didn't know what I was seeing. In a way, it is like seeing a color no one else can see. It's probably easiest to say it's kind of an aura thing. Certain women radiate on a certain frequency and we ropers are tuned to that frequency. This frequency happens to be submissives. (I suppose that other types radiate in other spectrums to which other sensitives are attuned, but if so the Association has never bothered to fund studying it.) The more submissive they are, the stronger we sense their aura. When they are aroused, especially being dominated, the aura is stronger and can even bring mild euphoria to the roper.
Imagine being able to go into a crowded party and being able to zero in instantly on the submissive women. That one over there in the corner? She's not a sub, but the girl trying to strike up a conversation with her is, big time.
Learning was kind of trial and error. I found that with some girls who had the aura, being a dominant pushy asshole worked well. For others, it was a quiet intensity that got the submissive juices flowing. With ones without the aura, nothing I tried worked. Naturally, I began to gravitate more towards the ones who were submissive.
I am a decent looking fellow. At least, as my cousin Jessie likes to tease, once I grew into my nose. I had a strong chin and prominent nose, a charming and expansive smile, was clean shaven and dark eyed. My nearly black hair was wavy, and parted on the right. I stood about 6'2", broad shouldered and long limbed. I had always been athletic and wrestled in high school, along with running the quarter mile and up in track. Tall, athletic and good looking, you'd think I'd be a smash with the ladies. Not always. As I said, I had to grow into my nose and I had, both literally and metaphorically.
I was awkward and shy until my senior year, when I started coming out of my shell. I still had trouble with women, the aura thing would come and go, sometimes at unexpected times. I learned to wear loose clothing that would hide my eight inches when the breeze changed directions and it came to attention. But by senior year, I'd caught up with myself, figured out how to use my body and brain and the girls started to notice. I wasn't looking for love, but I certainly liked being with girls. I dated and had a string of short term girlfriends, but no one I had any hesitation about leaving when I went off to the big state school.
By the time I went to college, I was doing well with women, I was tall and good looking and could be decently charming. I also had that thing for singling out subs and was quickly figuring out what worked on them. The problem was, while I was having decent quantities of sex, I was holding back. I was afraid to push things too far, but instead I think I usually left them (and me) wanting more. I was ready to push things further, but did not want to wind up in jail or hurting someone who didn't want to be hurt because I misread things. My freshman year finished satisfying, but I knew I could do more.
I realized I needed a test, to see how far I could read things. The opportunity came courtesy of a snowstorm, and my cousin Jessie.
Jessie was my only cousin on my mom's side. We'd been close as kids, but had not spoken as much after our families moved away from each other four years ago. For the last year, though, we had been actively messaging, talking, and catching up. She kept a pretty clean profile on social media: none of her pictures showed much leg or skin, but she had sent me pictures of her in shorts or "playing at the lake". I knew she had become quite beautiful and she wanted me to know that.
I'd be lying if I said didn't have a big crush on my cousin, and really always had. I was a year and a half older, so we tended to hit the same development phases at about the same time. My idea of what a good-looking female looked like was strongly based on Jessie. It was not something I ever expected to really act on, but should the opportunity arise? In a heartbeat. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't looking for that opportunity this time.
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It was a cloudy day when my aunt, uncle, and cousin arrived. I was home from my sophomore year on Christmas break at our house in the northern Indiana suburbs of Chicago. My Uncle Bob at the wheel, their rental car pulled into our driveway in the early afternoon. My uncle and aunt were just getting out of the car when I got hit by a major wave of submission coming off someone. My aunt? No, I would have noticed it before. I hugged them both then Jessie got out of the car. She looked like her mother, not like her father (my mother's brother). She had long, straight black hair, pale skin, piercing brown eyes. She was growing out nicely, decent curves on a short frame. She was filling out a pair of tight jeans most wonderfully. When I saw her aura, I was pleasantly surprised. Jessie had matured a lot in the past year, and with that, she had developed a full blown submissive aura.
In a way, I was not too surprised. When we would play games as kids, like "bank robbers", she always wanted to be the hostage. Not a robber, not a cop, but always a hostage. During one of those games, she became the first girl I ever tied up. Other games usually wound up with her being captured. Now that I thought of it, even when we played with other kids, somehow, I usually wound up having control of her. Things began to make a lot more sense now.
My hot, submissive cousin was a senior in high school, she'd turned 18 a few weeks before. When she saw me, and gave me a hug (full body at that) I could feel her aura flutter, it felt like it did on nights with other women when things went well. This visit just got more interesting. Now I just had to find a way to get some alone time with Jessie.
My father ordered takeout Chinese for everyone. Jessie and I had quickly tuned out the adults and spent our time together talking. The grownups seemed fine without us, too. Over the years, I had learned to recognize the "we want to ditch the kids and party" vibe that my parents gave off; and realized that if I didn't do anything to call attention to myself, they would all go away and get wasted.
Looking at my beautiful cousin with impure thoughts, I recalled the "crawl space" incident, where we had first crossed the line. It was the night before my family moved. Our home was packed up in boxes, ready for the moving van. My parents and hers were talking and probably getting sloshed. Jessie and I ran off together and wound up in a little proto-mancave I had made in the crawlspace off our basement.
Things had been getting intense between us at that point. I had a lot of feelings for Jessie that I knew were not terribly appropriate for a cousin. For her part, Jessie was just always around. She came to my wrestling matches and track meets and we spent a lot of weekends hanging out. We had always been friends, but I began to sense that she shared some of my inappropriate feelings.
We were in my cave and she started to cry, said she didn't want me to leave, not now. I gave her a hug. I'm not sure what happened next, who did what, but we were kissing. She wasn't my first kiss (that was Tammy Cousins from down the street, so I went from Cousins to cousin), but there was something different, better.
We had a nice little make-out session in the crawlspace before we heard Bob and Mary calling for Jessie so they could go. She gave me one last peck on the lips, then climbed out of the crawlspace. She didn't come by to say goodbye when we left the next day.
By mutual unspoken agreement (that was how I perceived things), we had not spoken of that since it happened. It was never far from my mind, though, and certainly fed into my expectations for this time. Only this time, we could do all the grownup things.
The tension with Jessie grew thicker as the night went on. I could feel her arousal of being around me like this and I was certainly getting more and more turned on. They rise and fall of her chest, her thighs beneath her jeans, my eyes wandered when they were not locked on her focused eyes. Her eyes, usually dancing and alert, sometimes focused on me and softened. Those were when I felt my knees weaken. Then they would light back up again, challenging me. Always seeking, always exploring.
I don't know how the adults had missed it so far, but what happened next was even more inexcusable.
"We have an announcement," my father said dramatically, "we think you guys are getting to be responsible. And, frankly, we're sick of you and want some time to ourselves." The grownups all laughed, Jessie and I gave each other the world-weary look of teenagers. "So, we are all going to the city. But, your mom, uncle and aunt and I are heading in Monday. Frankly, a couple of minors would just slow us down. You guys stay here and take the train on Tuesday and join us."
He looked stupidly happy, like he'd just conned us kids into letting them party for a night. They were leaving two horny, hormonally charged teenagers, who were making goo-goo eyes at each other all night, alone? Unsupervised? Were they really oblivious? Cousins or not, it was obvious that something was in the air.
"You guys can get pizza?" My mother helpfully chimed in. "Papa Roma?"
"Or maybe play that old 'bank robber' game you used to play," my aunt chimed in with a laugh. When she said that, I felt a wave of submission and arousal come off of Jessie.
"I'm going to fuck my cousin, you all do realize that, right?" I wanted to announce loudly. But instead said, "Just leave us cash and we'll figure it out."
The rest of the night was spent in a family game of Risk. Jessie and I quickly ganged up on our parents and got them out of the game. Then it was her and me. She put up some resistance, but my superior might overcame her defenses. In a few turns, it was all but over. Every time her defensive plan failed, I could feel a wave of submission. I blocked her in Australia with a strong force in Siam, then swept the rest of the board. Finally, I crushed her and conquered her.
We realized that by this point, the grownups were already in bed. I was tempted to take her right there, but we had tomorrow when we had all day and night. But still, how stupid were our parents? There was awkward silence as we cleaned up the board. We seemed to be always brush against each other, our hands touching as we put the armies back in their boxes. I wanted her.
We got ready for bed. She made a quick flash of leg as she darted from the guest room to the bathroom in her panties and t-shirt. She looked good, really good. I wanted my hands on those legs. She opened the door, darted out and gave me a quick hug and kiss.
"I'm sorry I didn't say good-bye when you moved," she said. A tear ran down her cheek. "After, after the crawlspace, I wasn't sure I could hold it together. I cried for a week after you moved."
I pulled her against me.
"I wasn't too happy about it, either," I could feel her tear soak through my shirt. "But I forgive you for pulling away. It was weird."
"Bad weird or good weird?" she quickly asked.
"Good," I caressed her back. "Very good."
The dark-eyed beauty pulled back a little, tilted her head back; her lips parted and sought mine. I eagerly leaned down, our lips meeting, tongues touching timidly, then more surely. Tom's of Maine mint toothpaste has held a special place in my heart specifically since this moment. A quick kiss turned longer, my cock grew hard and my knees weak. Her aura began to glow.
There was a fumbling on the door from Bob and Mary's room. We definitely did not want to be caught like this.
"Good night, cousin," she said. "We've got all day to play tomorrow."
She ducked back in the bathroom. I slipped into my room just before Bob came out and grumbled about the full bathroom.
I went to bed thinking of what it was going to feel like burying my cock in my cousin's tight body.
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By the time I woke up at the crack of nine am, the house was quiet and empty. I turned the heat up to 72 and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. I guess everyone had already gotten on the train. I checked my phone. "On The Train! See You tomorrow!" from my mom three hours ago. Really? They got on the train at 6am. That means they were up by 430? Wow. I'm glad I slept through that.
I started the coffee and realized that I was in my boxers with a huge erection to start the day. I should probably go put on my robe, or rub one out, and turned to go back to my room. And ran right into Jessie. She was coming down the hall to the kitchen from the guest room and stopped midstride as she saw the bulge in my cotton underwear.
"Good morning to you, too," she said with a grin. "Is that what you menfolk call 'morning wood'?"
My rock-hard cock took that moment to slip out of the opening and poke out its head as if it just heard its name.
"Yes, it is." I quickly, but without any shame, tucked it back in my boxers and went to throw some shorts on before he came out for an encore. I noticed that her eyes never left my cock. If she was going to show skin, I would, too. I pissed a gallon, put on some boxer briefs to hold the guy in place, and threw some cargo shorts on top of that. I added a white t-shirt and came back down.
She looked a little disappointed when I was properly clothed. She was still in her white t-shirt and white cotton panties. I had to try not to keep staring down at her lovely thighs. I did ogle her long and hard whenever she was walking away from me. I had to figure out how to best get her naked.
We poured coffee and ate bagels and cream cheese on what was already looking to be grey and ominous outside.
"That was certainly an interesting way to get the day started," she said with a little blush.
"Sorry about that. I was on my way to put on a robe." This was going to be easy, but I had to play it right and make the most of it.
"Oh, don't be. You've got a nice one," she said then suddenly blushed furiously. "God, did I really say that? Not that I've seen that many penises. But I've seen one. Or two. Umm... what else can we talk about?"
Her aura sprinkled in a few darker blue tones as her embarrassment turned to shame to arousal. I wasn't going to let her off the hook so easy yet.
"How about men in your life?"
"I think I'd rather talk about cocks than men." She said with a snort.
"Well?"
"I was kind of dating this one guy, Patrick. But I just wasn't that into him. We did it once, very disappointing. I really wasn't in love with him and didn't think I was going to be and he was bad in bed. There really wasn't any point of dragging it out and going on with it. He was starting to get attached and I wasn't. So, I dumped him."
"That seems like a pretty mature way to approach things," I complimented her.
"Mature? You're a year older than me, Jack."
"Year and a half," I corrected her.
"And everyone knows girls mature faster," she taunted, stuck out her tongue and wagged it at me. That tongue was going to be on my cock.
"How are Bob and Mary dealing with that?" I asked about her parents. "They always struck me as the 'I want grandkids before you're 25' type."
"You not far off," she said and rolled her eyes. "My parents are worried because I don't seem that interested in guys," she confessed. "The problem isn't that I don't like guys, I just don't like the guys at my school. None of them are really what I'm looking for and I don't want to be dating just to be dating. Not with any of those losers. My mom has had me on the pill since I was sixteen, 'just in case'. She seems disappointed I'm not putting out, maybe trying to vicariously relive her life through me." She pointed at herself. "This is a nice body, I'm not just letting some gropey loser get his hands on me just because my mom's getting old. I want someone who knows what he's doing."
"There's a bigger world out there," I said with all the world-weary knowledge of three semesters of college and a string of semi-satisfied sexual conquests completed. "Remember what Uncle Alan always said: travel light and travel free." Our footloose adventurer Uncle Alan was a major influence on both of us. When we were eight he took us rock climbing for the first time and made sure we had some outdoor adventures.
"Which means no excess baggage of a boyfriend."
"If not your mother's idea of dating, what are you looking for?"
She looked at me and blushed. "Someone who takes charge, but knows what's he's doing, too. I can get blindly groped by half the boys at my school. Probably a lot of the girls, too. Someone who knows what he wants and takes me along for the experience."
"That sounds a little deeper than prom date worries."
"I know," she said with amazement. "It's like I'm skipping all the 100 level classes and going right to relationship graduate school. I'm impatient and I don't like my options."
Silence and tension hung in the air. Her eyes kept flickering over me, scanning my shoulders, hands, trying to see through the table to my crotch. I knew we were both thinking of the kiss last night and what that meant for today. I also knew that I had to be the one driving things today. She told me what she wanted and I had to deliver.
"Why don't we play a game of Risk?" I suggested.
"What happens if you win?" She seemed relieved that I had taken the initiative.
"The loser," I paused for dramatic effect, "has to be the slave of the winner." When I said "slave" her aura spiked. She was radiating full blown, I could have bent her over the table and fucked her right there, but wanted to wait, to play with her.
"Isn't that a little naughty for cousins," she said flirtatiously.
"You might find what you're looking for," I said.
"What if I win?"
"Same thing."
"What if I just want you to fold laundry and clean the bathroom?"
"That's your prerogative."
She paused for a second.
"Okay, let's do it!"
I got my phone out.
"Let's get it on record exactly what we are agreeing to," I said and got the camera ready. I put my arm around her shoulder (the contact sent shivers down my shine and crackles through her aura) and held the phone selfie style.
"Ready?" She asked.
I pressed record.
"The loser of this game of Risk has to be the slave of the winner until," I trailed off, I was thinking of making it last until morning as a way to get things started.
"Until we get on the train to the city," Jessie finished, probably with visions of me carrying her bags to the station.
"Agreed," I said.
"Agreed," she said. We had used this system for many games and arguments over the years, but never anything like this.
I stopped recording and, reluctantly, took my arm off from around her shoulder.
I damn well better win this game.
We set the board up. I looked outside, the snow was beginning to fall. It quickly gave the grass the frosted miniwheats look and was only getting started.
I had to focus, I had no doubt that Jessie was going to give it her all and I would hate myself for losing this opportunity. I had to focus on getting her to be my slave, by kicking her pretty little ass at Risk.
We played with a neutral and dealt cards for territories. It became quickly evident by her force deployment that she was going for a Eurasian strategy. I built up in the Americas and Australia and shared Africa with the neutrals. I reinforced enough in Europe and Asia that she got bogged down had to fight big battles up there ("never get involved in a land war in Asia") This kept her from her continent bonuses. While she was distracted by that, I gobbled up Australia and North America in three turns. She finally conquered all of Europe, but before she could hold it a turn, I smashed in through her back door and dropped ten armies in Iceland. In other news, I finished South America and my Middle East was holding up.
My pretty cousin cashed in a set and, at great cost, drove me out of Iceland. I cashed in another set and, buoyed by nine armies for continent bonuses, retook Iceland and finished off the neutrals when I conquered South Africa. Another three for the continent.
Her turn saw her take the Middle East and Iceland. It would be her last offensive. I was already exactly where I needed to be to win the game. I began a very deliberate rollback of her frontiers. On three fronts, I advanced one territory a turn. Each turn, I offered her the chance to surrender and end it there.
"Never!" she shouted defiantly. "The rolls will turn, I'll stop you!"
But she was radiating submission and arousal and I could even see the wet spot on her panties. I just had to not screw things up. The next turn, she stopped one of my attacks, but the other two advanced. Finally, all she had left was Great Britain. I had bypassed it earlier when I advanced through Europe and now it was her last bastion. She got her three armies. I cashed in a set of cards and added 41 to the board, all on Iceland.
"Last chance to surrender and avoid the unnecessary bloodshed. Surrender yourself and save your people!"
"Never!"
"In that case, I shall conquer your last territory and claim my spoils of war!" I dramatically thrust a pile of armies into Great Britain. She put up a valiant fight, taking more of mine than I of hers, but I had so many more armies and was not about to give up. Finally, the inevitable happened, and her last army was taken out. I had conquered the world.
We both took a breath and looked up from the board. The clock said 1:00pm.
"Okay, what exactly did we agree to?" she asked, looking more than a little nervous.
I played back the video I had made: "'The loser has to be the slave of the winner until', 'we get on the train to the city.'"
"Okay," she said, realized her wet spot was showing, and tried to cross her legs. "This is going to make family gatherings awfully awkward," she said as I reached out to caress her leg.
"Maybe," I said, reaching up to touch the soft skin of her inner thigh. "But it will be good for us, we'll get what we need." I touched the wet spot on her panties. "You need to be a slave," I worked my finger around the damp fabric and into her wetness, "to have someone appreciate and use this body the way it needs to be used." She pushed down on my invading finger.
"I've wanted you for so long." she said and turned to kiss me. "God, I need you to fuck me!"
I gave her a long kiss while my hands explored her eager body. I'd wanted this for a long time, too, and the fact that we couldn't tell anybody made it that much more decadent and forbidden. I pulled her panties down and grabbed her perfect ass with both hands.
She fumbled for my belt and, with a little help from me, got it off. She was about to drop it on the ground when I took it from her. I quickly stripped her t-shirt off then tied her wrists together in front of her with my belt. I finished undressing, then lifted her up and set her down on her back on the living room sofa.
I had been planning on putting her through her paces, making her earn this fucking, but it was too perfect to wait. And I really wanted to be inside her. She was naked and wet and eager and bound and beautiful. I pushed her legs apart and climbed between them. I guided my wet tip to her wet slit and slowly pushed in.
I moaned her name as I slid into her tight, hot wetness. She gasped and shifted to accommodate me better.
"You are nice," she said as I slowly filled her. "Big," she complimented and gasped as I inched deeper. Finally, I was buried to the hilt inside her tight young body.
Let us pause for a second. If you like the female sex, is there anything anywhere better than a wet vagina? That is the height to which our civilization strives. I was there with my cock in unspoilt virginal (if not virgin) pussy. Hot, young and eager.
I held her there and kissed her, feeling her warmth enveloping me. Then, I began to slide back, her soft flesh clinging to me as I moved. I took my time, slow, deep strokes that made maximum contact with her clit for stimulation. She thrust her hips down and milked my cock, moaning and breathing harder until with something that was a half cry and a half laugh, she orgasmed.
I slowed, let her move against me as she rode her climax. My hands roamed, caressing her chest and legs in long strokes. She bucked against me, then relaxed, her body calming.
"That was a first," she said dreamily.
I shifted, and put her silky thighs against my chest, then rammed deep and hard into her wet pussy. Over and over I thrust in, conquering her, claiming her as mine. The harder I fucked her, the more her aura glowed. I rammed in again and she whimpered out as a second climax wracked her perfect body. That was too much for me, and I crossed the finish line. My body was electric as I came. Every nerve was alive and focused on pleasure. I fired round after round of my cum into her depths.
It might have been the single best orgasm of my life and, many years and many orgasms later, I still say that.
We looked at each other, kissed softly. Then I remembered we were fucking on my mom's sofa. I grabbed her t-shirt off the floor and used that to catch my cum as it oozed out of her. There wasn't much to be done about the sweat.
"First time?" I asked her.
She raised two fingers, "second. A whole lot better than the first. First time I came. Second time, too. Toss me my clothes."
"No."
"No?"
"No. You are my slave and I say you don't get clothes. I want to be able to see," I grabbed her butt, "and touch, this exquisite piece of female flesh whenever I like."
"Very well," she said. I did untie her hands. "Any other rules?"
"I'm sure I'll think of some."
"'Exquisite piece of female flesh'?" she said and kissed me. "I like the sound of that."
The snow was falling very heavily now. I realized our window for pizza was closing quickly. I ordered a few from the local pizza place. While I was on the phone, I went back to my room. When I had started on my journey of fucking submissive women, I realized I needed some tools of the trade. I had acquired a decent set of bondage gear. I had staged a few items in my night stand and brought them out for use on my slave.
I finished the pizza order, and walked into the guest room that was hers. I called her in.
"I'm going for pizza. I need to make sure you don't get in any trouble while I'm gone," I reached into my bag and pulled out the four cuffs for her ankles and wrists.
"I don't know about that," she said.
"'Slave until we get on the train to the city,'" I intoned.
With a hint of pout, she offered me her wrists. I locked each one then moved down to her ankles. With each cuff, her aura grew a little more intense. When those were secure I pointed to the bed. She gave the cuffs a tug.
"This is professional grade stuff," she complimented as she climbed onto the bed. "Not the Amazon basic bondage kit. You take this stuff everywhere you go?"
I hooked her right ankle to her right wrist. "Not everywhere. I haven't figured out a way to fly with it yet without checking bags. TSA doesn't seem to mind it, as long as I don't put it in carry-on." I secured her left ankle and wrist and arranged her face down with her open ass pointed at the door.
"So, you've done this before?"
"A couple times, yes."
She let out a relieved breath. "I hope you know what you're doing."
I gave her butt a quick smack then stood up. Standing behind her, my hand slid up her inner thigh and briefly explored her wet pussy. She moved against my hand, but I was not letting her have anything easy. I enjoyed the feeling of her against me for a moment more, then turned to leave. She moaned in disappointment.
"Trust me. I'm going for pizza, I'll be back soon."
My parents had taken a taxi to the train, so I had my pick of my crappy 15-year-old car, or one of the good ones. I wound up picking my mom's Subaru just because the weather was getting to be super shitty. And I knew where she hid her pot in this car. I reached down and, sure enough, her smoking kit was there. I'd bring it in after I got back, getting baked before driving into a raging storm was a bad idea. Even as a nineteen-year-old male, I realized that.
The car slid a little in the deepening snow, but I did okay. Traffic was slow, not too heavy and the people out seemed to know what they were doing. Anyone else was already inside. I'd been eating at the local pizza joint since we first moved up here and they happily took my mom's cash for four pizzas, some salads and wings. Some people hit the grocery to stock up before a blizzard; I hit Papa Roma's.
In place of the sports they usually had on the TV, they had the Weather Channel. Our storm was national news.
"Looks like it's just hitting the city," Papa Roma said from behind the counter. "They'll try to bring all the commuters home today and see if they can get the tracks open for tomorrow." A lot of his business came off the train in the evening rush hour, so he kept up to date on track conditions. If he was baking a lot at 230pm, and he was, he expected people to come back early.
As I was waiting, a sudden surge of snow-dusted commuters came in off the latest train. I began to worry that the family might show up and find Jessie in her bound and spread state. Just as I was about to get more concerned, my mother texted me. It was a picture of the four of them playing in the snow downtown. "WE're Having A Blast! Stay Warm And Stay Inside, WE'll See About YOu Guys Making It In Tomorrow. We Hope You Get SNOwed In!-JK!! Be Nice To Your Cousin!! Love You, -MOM."
There went that worry.
"Yup," Papa Roma said as he checked his phone. "They announced the trains will be shut down tomorrow. If you're coming home, you better do it tonight. And your order's ready, Jack."
I loaded a couple of days' worth of food into my mom's Subaru and, carefully, drove home. I stopped for a few minutes to help push an elderly couple in their car out of a snow bank. Two other cars stopped, too, and we soon had them on their way. I wondered if anyone else here had a hot 18-year-old tied up and ready to be fucked at home? I would have to say probably not, but you could never tell, could you?
I played a little when I got to the lower traffic residential streets. No one could park on the streets during snow around here, so I was able to get into and out of a few skids in the Suby. My dad believed in good tires and breaking traction was not as easy as I hoped. Maybe I should have taken my dad's Lincoln, but that was bigger and heavier and I wasn't sure how easily I could pull it out of a skid if I got into one.
There was already six inches of snow on my old car in the driveway when I pulled into home. Mom's car got the garage, so I emerged dry. I looked out at the snow, then pushed the button to close the garage. I was in for the night. Pizza, salad and wings in hand, raging boner in my snow pants, I entered my domain.
I could feel her radiating before I was out of the garage, she was definitely wound up.
I kicked off my boots, hung up my snow gear, and since I was naked under that, I was already to go. I dropped the food off in the kitchen, then bounded up the stairs to the bedrooms. I pushed the door open, and followed my erection into the room. There was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen: a gorgeous woman, tied face down and open for me. Her pussy flush and red offset against her dark neatly trimmed hair. Her brown hole above, waiting for its turn.
Without any hello's or how are you, I walked up behind her, grabbed her hips and thrust into her waiting depths.
"Oh god, thank you," Jessie moaned into the covers as I fucked her deeply. She began to sigh and relax as I gave her what she needed.
"Guess what?"
"Ummm, what?"
"The trains and closed for tomorrow."
She tensed up for a moment. "They're not coming home today, are they?"
"No way, they're having way too much fun. I'm not sure who's happier about this, me or them."
"Me," Jessie sighed happily and concentrated on getting her sexual release after an hour tied up.
She bit the sheets and drooled happily as an orgasm washed over her. I thrust in harder and faster, taking my pleasure from her. I came inside her, then rubbed her clit until she came again before withdrawing. Watching her, making her, climax was an amazing and beautiful sight.
I uncuffed her and helped her sit up. I rubbed her hands as the feeling returned to her extremities.
"What does all this mean for us?" she asked and gave me quick kiss.
"At least tonight and tomorrow night of you being my slave girl."
"I like the sound of that. Now, where's the pizza?"
I stood and helped her to her feet. She did have an amazing body and I looked forward to getting to know it well. We walked hand in hand, naked, down to my family dining set to eat pizza. It was 330pm.
She got plates out while I raided my dad's beer stash for a couple. I looked out the front window. My tracks into the driveway were already buried.
"No point in clearing it yet," I mumbled and turned back to my date.
She was devouring a slice with a single focused intensity I had never seen in her before.
"Fucking burns calories," she explained and grabbed another slice.
"Good point," and I grabbed another, too.
"What is your plan for me, 'master'?"
"Well," I said and looked at the clock. All three clocks in the kitchen said different times, but I realized if I averaged them together, I could get a pretty good idea of the time. "The game should be starting by the time you finish cleaning up in here. Then you can come in and watch with me. Of course, part of the time, you'll be giving me head. After that, we shower and go to bed and don't sleep."
"I'm cleaning up?"
"Yes, slave girl, you are." She flushed again as I reminded her of her place. "In fact, I think some punishment is in order for questioning me."
"Sorry, Master."
I smiled, mentally counting up her punishment. "Ten for questioning me and ten more for sarcasm. Oh, sorry, was that out loud?"
"Um, yes it was. Twenty whats?"
"Well," I said charmingly as I reached over and cuffed her wrists together, "that is what we need to determine. I'd prefer a nice open-handed spanking, but you can always take your chances with what's in my bag of toys."
"I'll take the spanking," She answered. I waited. "Master." I stared evenly at her. "Please?"
"That's better," I said with a smile and led her by her bound hands into the living room. I sat down on my dad's easy chair and motioned for her to lay across my legs. She gave a little snort, but wormed her way onto my lap.
I caressed her perfect firm buttcheeks, my hands running over the soft skin.
"Spectacular," I complimented her.
"Thank you, Master," she joked, "but can we just get on with this?"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than I brought my hand down sharply on her shapely bottom.
"Count!" I said and spanked her again. This was a good solid blow, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the living room. There was a nice imprint of my hand on her ass in red.
"What?"
I spanked her again.
"They don't count unless you do!" I gave her two more quick ones.
"One!" she managed to finally blurt out. "Two." I delivered another.
Once she started counting, she did not miss another. With each stinging blow upon her fair skin, her aura glowed a little more. I could see from my angle that she was wet, eager for more. But I wasn't going to give her release; I wanted her nice and wound up for later.
I finished with twenty. Her round bottom was a uniform shade of red. I felt quite pleased with my handiwork. My lovely pet lay on my lap, waiting for me to do something. She was hoping for a nice dicking, or maybe some finger action. But I had other plans.
"No cookie for you after your spanking," I said and helped her up off my lap. "I have other plans for you later. Now, go clean the kitchen. When you're done, you can start sucking my cock."
"Yes, Master," she said, somewhat petulantly, but without the sarcasm this time.
I watched as her glowing red bottom made its way into the kitchen, then angled my chair so I could watch her at work. I loved looking at beautiful women, and there was one naked in the kitchen with my hand prints on her ass.
My cousin caught me checking her out a few times (not that I was making any pretense of not looking, I was ogling openly), and smiled. She could easily see how much I desired her, how her beauty brought me pleasure.
Jessie finished the quick cleanup and sauntered into the living room for the next part of our night. The Game in this case was any decent game I could find on the numerous channels which had sports. It was a weekday, so no football. Lots of basketball, so I decided on an ACC game. It had the advantage of being on.
I turned my chair back towards the TV and motioned for her to come over. She obeyed nicely, and I cuffed her hands behind her back. I took a moment to run my hands up and down her body, to savor the feel of her flesh. She flinched as I gave her sensitive nipples a pinch, but sighed for the rest.
"You've got a nice touch, Master," she complimented me. "I like your hands on me."
"You will get plenty of that. But for now, get on your knees and show me what you can do with your mouth."
She leaned forward and kissed me, offering me the chance to fondle her perky young breasts as they hung down, then dropped to her knees in front of me. She started licking from the base to the tip, long strokes with the flat of her tongue. A few minutes of that was okay, but when she did not seem to be in any hurry to move things along, I simply grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her so I could stick my cock in her mouth.
"It's not a lollipop," I admonished her. "No teeth."
I quickly realized that while she had enthusiasm, she did not have much in the way of practice or technique. I had to correct her a few times before finally just taking the lead. My hands in her hair guided her as I wished. I began deeper and deeper thrusts, before finally penetrating the back of her mouth and into her throat.
She thrashed a bit as she deepthroated for the first time. But my hands in her hair became calming, I stroked her cheek while I pushed all the way into her. I could feel her pulse racing, could sense waves of submission, but she managed to still herself. I pulled back slowly, back into her mouth and she gasped in deep breaths through her nose.
I waited for her to catch her breath, then pushed back in. Soon, we were able to move together, thrusting and breathing. She was glowing now, taking this facefucking, accepting her use at my hands. I was rougher and faster now, nearing my climax.
I roared as I came, wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me and out of me. She swallowed most of it, but some sprayed on her face. She panted and caught her breath, taking a deep gulp to get the cum from her mouth. Little drops of semen fell from her lip that curled into a smile.
What else do you have planned for tonight, Master?" There was no petulance or sarcasm this time.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see, slave girl."
I unhooked her wrists and helped her to her feet.
"Shower and we'll head to bed," I told her and gave her butt a grab.
"It's only seven o'clock," she said.
"I didn't say anything about sleeping," I said and gave her a push to the shower.
I had already figured out that while showering together sounded great, in practice it was cold and inconvenient. I much preferred to get the showering done, then get to the fun stuff. My cock was already getting hard again thinking of the beautiful woman I had at my use.
My phone buzzed. I walked over to the table and checked my messages. There was one from my mom that she sent to Jessie, too: a picture of the four of them holding drinks in one hand and flipping us the bird with the other. The text read "GLAd YOUR NOt HEre!"
Stay classy, Mom. I just had to content myself with Jessie and her hot and willing flesh.
Over a foot on the ground now and the snow was still coming down fast. We were not going anywhere tonight and probably not tomorrow, either. Oh, woe is me.
I went into my shower and took a long hot one. I shaved my face and neck, trimmed up my pubes, cut my nails (and filed, too, just as a common courtesy), and made myself pretty for my cousin sex slave.
I decided we were going to have anal sex, tonight. Not "we" decided, I did, and it would be up to her to stop me if she didn't like it. I had yet to have anal, and thought this was the best time to end that streak. Plus, she had a really cute butt and I wanted to have sex with it. Unless I missed my read on her, and that was possible, she would be into it. If not, well, it would be a learning experience. Only one way to find out.
But, I would get to that. I had other things I wanted to do to her first.
Jessie was waiting for me, lying naked on the bed in the guest room. I stopped at the doorway to admire the sight, soaking in her beauty. Her pale flesh, warm and flushed with desire. The curve of her short but lovely thighs, the heave of her breasts. She had put the cuffs back on, but had not secured them. She smiled up at me with desire and mischief in her eyes.
"Do you like what you see, Master?" She asked and stretched languidly.
"Jessica Anne," I said to her, "you are a beautiful woman."
"I like it when you call me by my full name," she purred, "and I really like it when you call me beautiful."
I sat down on the bed beside her, reaching down to caress the line of her back, across her smooth bottom and down her thigh.
"Okay, beautiful woman," I said.
"What does my Master desire now?" she asked and kissed my side.
"First," I leaned into her, "I desire a kiss."
She deliciously arched her back and neck up to me, her mouth seeking and finding mine. She kissed hungrily, her desire getting more intense.
"Second," I said between kisses, "I desire to bind you."
"Mmmm..." she cooed and sat up. "How?"
"Ankle to wrist," I said.
She obediently got into position and I secured her right ankle to her right wrist and the same with her left side. This left her helpless and very open to anything wanted to do to her. Her aura was flaring brightly submissive now. I rolled her on her back and spread her legs. I caressed her silky thighs, ignoring the treasure in between for the moment.
"Third," I said, "I desire to make you cum." I kissed her and let my hand find her moistness. She moaned into my mouth as I penetrated her, then began a slow caress of her bud with my moistened fingers. She bit sharply at my mouth and I moved up slightly and put a little more pressure on her engorged flesh. I had barely touched her and she was already on the cusp of an orgasm. She had been kept pretty wound up and her young flesh eagerly responded.
I let her have an easy one. I switched to kissing her neck to save my gums some damage when she came. I gave her pleasure bud a rough squeeze, not too hard, but enough to get her attention. As I thought, that bit of pain and pressure was enough. She moaned and clenched as an orgasm wracked her bound body. I dipped my two middle fingers into her sopping pussy while moving her clit around in a slow circle. She rode my hand, her thighs clenching on my strong hand, her breath ragged and deep. Her aura tinged wonderfully with her pleasure.
I let her down gently from her climax. She stared up at me with adoring eyes.
"This is so so so different from Patrick," she said with wonder.
"We've got plenty more to go," I said and continued to slowly finger her quivering womanhood.
"What is next, Master?" She asked.
"I should probably go ahead and gag you now," I said and withdrew my hand from her. I presented her my wet fingers, she stared for a second then got the hint and licked them clean. I leaned over to my bondage bag and pulled out a nice silk scarf to use as a gag.
She stared up at me with those wonderful eyes, but offered no resistance as I tied the silk scarf around her mouth and head as a gag. She was wonderfully glowing right now. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the lovely glow of her aura, so beautifully eager and submissive, but also experiencing so much pleasure and joy.
I began my exploration of her body with my mouth once she was securely gagged. As I expected, she began to buck and squirm as soon as I started below her right ear. I kissed my way down the long curve of her neck to the shoulder, then tracing her collarbone with my tongue, I devoured her throat with kisses and moved up the other side. My hands roamed her flanks, caressing and cupping her bottom.
She yelped into the gag when I gave her right nipple a playful bite. I toyed with the erect bud for a moment, brushing my lips against it, before opening my mouth and attacking it. My tongue circled it, exploring the sensitive flesh, feeling the reaction as it sent shock waves through her bound body. I moved from one to the other, kissing, licking, biting, savoring.
How could anyone not take their time with a woman like this? How could you want to rush having it over when there was still more of her exquisite body to know and explore?
I opened my mouth and let her nipple trail out, touching it with my check then hair as my head moved lower on her. She was panting heavily when my tongue snaked into her belly button. I stroked her thighs then kissed each one. I stopped just above her heaving mound, took one look at the delicious glistening and dove in.
I started with a long lick from the bottom up to get the flavor of her. Musky, tart, just like a pussy tastes. It was unique and I loved it. I continued with her labia, enjoying each moan and gasp as she felt something new. Once she was on the verge of another orgasm, I shifted my attack up to her clit.
Her thighs locked around my head and she cried out into the gag. She really had some pent up sexual tension. I managed to use my hands to spread her legs far enough part that I could think again and continued my lapping of her clit. I liked to dip down and give her pussy a good tasting, too, no matter where I was, she responded. It was wonderful to see her react, to see the pleasure she was experiencing.
When my jaw began to ache, I gave her pussy a good-bye kiss and stood up. She just lay there, panting and shaking.
Damn, I didn't know I could make a woman feel like that. My life was certainly taking a turn tonight. It was about to take another turn. My rock hard cock reminded me that it would like a little attention, too. And there was the matter of my planned anal sex.
I rolled her over, put her face down on the bed and lifted her ass up in the air. She offered no resistance, just meek acceptance of whatever I wanted to do to her.
I grabbed a bottle from close by and squirted a little lube in her backdoor. She began to kick and struggle a little, but nothing I was going to stop for. She was fighting, but her aura was wonderfully glowing, she didn't want to win. I quickly spanked her a few times, and, when she settled down, I resumed preparing her virgin ass for my penetration. She was trembling, but not fighting anymore. Her aura was glowing, bubbling in anticipation.
I wasn't going to tell her at this point, but I'd never done anal, either. I rubbed in what I thought was enough lube (experience would show I was a little heavy, but it was my first), and gave my cock a good coating. I positioned myself, not sure who was more nervous, me or her. I pushed against her, it moved a little, but I was not in. I backed up, shifted, then slowly pushed against her again. This time, I didn't stop, when it didn't seem like she will yield, I broke in and slid into her virgin ass. Her aura was suddenly shot through with bolts of red in the center that diffused into pleasant clouds on the edge.
I slid in, even her tightness was no match for determination and too much lube. I reached bottom, then pulled back and began quickly fucking her. I was too eager and wound up to be gentle. I wanted to pillage her, I wanted to take her ass and tell her that she was mine. I could see her struggle against this impalement, the tension of the pain in her muscles and the sweat beading on her body. But she never tried to escape or stop me. She was taking what I was giving her, she was in agony, but controlling it. The pain was turning to pleasure, her struggling was against herself, not me. She let go, stopped fighting and yelled out into the gag as the pain and pleasure combined into an intoxicating stew. I fed off her submission and soon fired my first load up a woman's ass. I knew right then it would not be my last, this was something I would be seeking out.
I stopped, my softening cock still buried inside her. I'd fucked a girl in the ass, a first for both of us. It had been intense, amazing. I pulled out and flopped on my side next to her. With weak arms I reached over and removed her gag, then released her ankles from her wrists. She collapsed onto her stomach, spasms still passing through her abused body.
Jessie turned her head to me and opened her eyes. I could see weariness and something deeper in her dark eyes. I was scared for a minute that I might have gone too far or did some serious damage. She smiled, reached out with a tired hand and caressed my cheek.
"Thank you," she mouthed and closed her eyes. I covered her hand with mine.
Soon we were both asleep.
I woke up once during the night with the thought of "I just fucked my cousin in the ass" running through my head, this was followed by "when can I do it again?"
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I awoke to an empty bed and the smell of coffee and bacon. I briefly panicked thinking that my mother had somehow made it home. Then I remembered my mother never cooked bacon. Where did we get bacon? I thought as I went from the split level down to the kitchen.
"My mom bought bacon for me," a naked Jessie said. No, she wasn't completely naked, she was wearing an apron. "And for you, too. I thought, as a good slave, I should make you a hearty breakfast before you go and clear off the three feet of snow."
I poured a cup of coffee and sat where I could watch her cute little butt poke out of the apron. I had had sex with that cute little butt last night. I was going to have sex with that cute little butt today. After zoning out on her delightful derriere for a few minutes, I decided to look outside.
Three feet buried everything and the forecast was not calling for it to get above freezing for the next two weeks at least. This wasn't going anywhere. I grumbled a bit about clearing it, but that would have been one of my jobs no matter what.
Jessie was plating up my breakfast. "Now that you have claimed me in all three ways you could, what is your pleasure for today?"
"Good morning," I said, finally breaking out of my morning daze to interact. "My pleasure is that we sit and have breakfast. After that, I am going to go clear some snow. While I am doing that, I want you to clean up yourself and the house and spend the remainder of the time looking and feeling sexy. Because when I'm done out here, I'm going to be all over this."
"Yes, Master," she said and gave her butt a shake in my direction.
I smacked her bottom and left a nice red mark.
"You know, my cock was up this ass last night," I said and gave her cheeks a nice caress.
"Really?" Jessie said with mock incredulity. "Somehow I must have missed that." She set the plates of food down and sat down. "But I'm sure I'll get a refresher later."
I leaned forward and kissed her.
"Thanks for breakfast."
"Thanks for clearing the snow."
"I haven't done it yet. And we're not exactly going anywhere anyway."
"You need the exercise."
"I get enough exercise with you. You're just trying to tire me out."
She got a mischievous grin on her face.
We finished breakfast and I dressed for outside. Snow pants, parka, boots, gloves, hat, scarf and even goggles. While she cleaned up the kitchen, I went down and opened the garage. I started up the small snow blower (which my dad had conveniently bought as soon as I left for college) and made quick work of the sidewalks. I put that away, and opened the other garage and hopped on the bright green John Deere riding mower with snowblower attachment.
Cleaning our driveway didn't take long and I wanted to give Jessie some more time to herself, so I rode down the street and cleared off old Mrs. Glickman's driveway and the Tadeucci's (they were out of town for the Holidays) to boot. It was starting to snow again, so I'm not sure how much of my work was in vain, but it felt good to get it done.
I parked the tractor. Time to go experience Jessie.
I was out of my snow gear and naked again before the garage down finished shutting. I bounded up the stairs to where Jessie was waiting for me in my bed.
"You cheated," she accused.
"Dad bought them, I use them."
I pulled the covers back to get a look at her and to climb in. She already had her wrists cuffed together and her ankles, too.
"I thought I'd save you the trouble," she said and leaned in for a long kiss. "I like being tied up and waiting for you. Helpless, yours to do whatever you want to."
Wrists and ankles cuffed left a surprising range of motion I could use to my advantage. This was what I had been waiting for. The sex last night (and that would follow this) was mind blowing, but I like to touch beautiful women.
I lay beside her and began to caress her. Long strokes up her back and down her butt. Cupping her perfect firm breasts, gently rubbing sensitive nipples. I touched her front and back, leaving no bit of her unawakened by my hands. I traced the lovely lines of her back, caressed her thighs. Her aura glowed nicely, and I could tell by her breathing and wetness that she was enjoying this.
When I was ready, I laid her on her side and I lay behind her, my chest to her back. I slid my cock, aching for release, into her wet and waiting pussy.
"Oh yessss" she hissed as I buried myself to the hilt.
She was mine, at least for the next day or so, (come on more snow!), and I savored every second I was inside her. My lower hand held the back of her neck while my free hand roamed her thigh and butt, before settling in in front and finding her pleasure bud. She bucked into me and soon we found a rhythm together. She came first, but not by much and I had been trying to hold back, so when the signs of her orgasm hit me, I happily let go.
We disentangled and I went to look out the window. At least three inches had fallen since I cleared the driveway.
"Fuck that," I said, grabbed a towel and climbed back into bed. I helped Jessie wipe up then we both shifted to the other side of the bed. I left her tied up and let me hands roam again over her body, waiting for something else to start up again.
"Not a bad way to spend a snowy day," she remarked happily.
"Damn straight," I replied and burrowed my face into her neck.
At some point I dozed off for a nice nap. I was awoken first by the chill of the covers being removed then warmth of a mouth on my cock. A nice afternoon wake up blowjob sounded nice, followed by some coffee and food. I rolled onto my back to make things easier for her.
Once she got me good and hard, her plans changed. She climbed on top of me and slid my cock into her tight, wet pussy.
I opened my eyes to see her looking down at me. She leaned in, her dark hair brushing me, and kissed me.
"You just lay there," she began circling her hips on me, "I'll take care of things."
I nodded, but I was not about to just lay there with a beautiful naked girl on top of me. My hands were active and sought thigh, butt, breasts and sides while she rode me. I could see the concentration in her eyes, feel the fluctuations in her aura as her physical pleasure increased. I gave both her nipples a hard pinch right as she was on the verge of orgasm, and watched delightedly as she stumbled pell-mell into her climax.
My hands on her hips brought her back in time with me, and soon I was getting ready to cum again, too. I thrust long and deep into her, feeling every bit of her clinging to every bit of me as I filled her. The climax hit me quickly and I fired my cum deep into her again.
Her phone and mine both rang at the same time. Without breaking position, we grabbed for our phones.
"It's my mother," we both said as we saw the IDs.
"What have we been doing?" she asked quickly.
"Netflix and Risk," I said.
We answered our phones.
"Hi, mom, what's up?" With my dick buried in my cousin, I carried on a conversation with my mother. The gist of it was the trains were going to be running tomorrow, BUT, they were going to stay another night so all the people who had been stuck in the city without a great hotel to stay in (and Jack, this place is great) can get out of town and since the city is such a mess with all the snow we couldn't get out so just get some more pizza. Was that okay?
"Yes, Mom, that's fine," I said and reached up to pinch Jessie's right nipple, she smacked my hand away.
"Well, you know boys," Jessie said to her mother. "This one can be a real pain in the ass sometimes."
"Bye, Mom, I love you," we both said and ended the calls.
I let out a big sigh.
"Food?"
"Definitely."
Quick work with a towel mitigated the mess and we were up.
"What do you think they're doing?" she asked.
"Drinking, smoking weed, and hitting any bar that's open where 50-year-olds can dance and be cool." My hand was on her pert bottom as we walked into the kitchen.
"Do you think they're doing, you know, what we're doing?"
"I'd not like to think about it. But no matter what they are doing, I hope they are having fun."
"We need more food. I guess I could cook something." She said and smiled at me. We were finishing the last of the pizza.
"I'll check and see what's open later." I reached over and caressed her breast while we ate. This time she gave me a quick kiss. "What would you have done if you'd won the game?"
"Oh," she said smiling, "I wouldn't've won."
"You think I'm that good?"
"At Risk? You're good, so I didn't have to throw the game. But if I'd started winning, I probably would have made a few questionable moves so the game would go your way."
I felt my pride as a Risk player slightly bruised.
"Hey, 'Master', don't get too worked up over it!" She chided me. "A: I didn't have to throw the game, though I would have made you pay a little more to keep Africa, you had a good strategy. B: if I had thrown the game, it would have been because I wanted to be your sex slave."
"Well, since you put it that way," I said, consoled.
We spent the rest of the day and night naked and together. We did anal in the basement, I fucked her on the hood of my dad's Lincoln in the garage. She blew me in the foyer and I went down on her everywhere I could. Even when we were not actively having sex, we touched. Arms around each other, legs crossed, butts together as we faced away from each other. Every second our naked could flesh could be touching, we took.
We wearily sat across from each other sipping our morning coffee. There had not been a lot of conversation. Two days of intense sex was tiring, even for ones as young as us. We were waiting to hear from our parents, to see what they had decided. Were Jessie and I going in tonight? Were they coming home? Could we be so lucky as to get another night to ourselves?
Her phone buzzed, it was another message from her mother.
"Uh oh," she said as she read it. "Well, that sucks. Apparently, they all got thrown out of their hotel. They were too drunk and wild and they were asked to leave. They are taking the 220 train, so they'll be here around 330."
I looked at the clock. 1130.
"Well, dear cousin slave, we can look at this one of two ways. One is that they are spoiling our fun and depriving us of another day of unbridled sexual pleasure. The other is that we have four hours in which to get as much fucking in as we possibly can."
"In between laundry and cleaning," she replied.
"Of course."
"There's probably cum on all our sheets," I said making a mental checklist of things we had to do. "And on some of the furniture here."
"We could check with a black light?"
I thought about it for a second. "No," I responded. "I don't want to know what all my parents have done here."
True to our word, we spent the afternoon fucking and cleaning. We would start a load of laundry, and I would do her from behind bent over the drier. Anal, then change the sheets; I go down on her while we hide the empty beer bottles from the basement. The house really wasn't that messy, all our time had been spent naked.
Three o'clock found us tired and resting. We lay naked on my bed, bodies intertwined one last time. I was too spent to even think about another round, so I just caressed her until it was time to get dressed before our parents got home.
Finally, and it was the hardest thing I did that week, I stood up. I took her hands, gave her one last deep kiss and went in my room to get dressed for the first time in days. By the time I emerged in jeans and a sweater, she was already in hose, skirt and sweater. She looked damn good in it, too.
"It was great," she said and worked an earring in. "I can't wait to do it again!" She blew me a kiss.
"You're only two hours away from Bloomington," I reminded her. "Or we can meet half way. I'll find a barn and tie you up in there."
"Promises, promises," She gave my hand a squeeze as their taxi pulled up outside. "I want to do that again. Let's find a way."
I smiled, as if there was any doubt.
"You know," I said, they were getting out of the cab and heading to the door, "we never did get on the train to the city."
The door opened and four hungover, middle aged men and women stumbled in from the cold.
"I call puking downstairs," my mother called out and dashed for the nearest bathroom. My uncle and aunt made their way upstairs, looking quite unsteady. They completely ignored their daughter.
My father seemed to be in the best shape of them all. He moved all the bags inside, gave Jessie and me a hug. He called us into the kitchen to drink some scotch with him.
"Amateurs," he scoffed at the retching noises coming from the bathrooms. "It's all about pacing." He raised his classes and we had a toast. "How did you two keep busy with all the snow?"
"Netflix and Risk" we both answered quickly.