Let it snow... let it snow... let it snow! |
| As often as it rains in Seattle, it snows
here. So by now you'd think that the snow had lost its romantic quality, that everyone was used to it and wasn't special. You may be surprised. I remember having a tough time seeing where it was I was going. The snow was coming down in heavy, soft sheets of precipitation. My windshield wipers were having trouble keeping up with the flakes, and this began trying my patience. |
Moments later I had reached my destination and my frustration
alleviated. I just needed to pick up a pair of skiing gloves that I had
loaned to a friend of mine; now no longer a virgin when it came to
skiing. Upon starting my truck, I remembered that only a block or so
away lived a friend of mine from my college days. She and I had had a
secret fling years back and never really got back on comfortable terms
after it dicipated. I felt that maybe time had healed those scars and I
could feel safe going to pay her a visit.
When I pulled up, I spotted her maroon Cutlass. That vehicle brought
back many memories of steamy evenings after seeing a movie in the
closest town with a theater. I noticed as I walked past it that her
things from the office she worked at were scatter along the back seat.
"Not much use lately," I thought.
I rapped upon her door only twice before she greeted my with a puzzled
look, followed by a smile.
"Dave, sweetheart. Come out of the snow."
"Hey, babe, I was just in the neighborhood and I remembered that you
lived over here. Damn, it's great to see you again. Been about three
years right?"
We embraced. I felt her chest rub up against mine and my mind shot back
to the first time I ever saw her naked. My heart surged a little to know
that it was so close to such a fond vision.
She offered me a seat on her couch and took the opposing side. I hadn't
really noticed what it was she was wearing until now. She was in her
pajamas which consisted of a long, light blue night-shirt, eyeglasses
(from after removing her contacts) and fuzzy bear slippers. She looked
cute in her outfit. I noticed it now because her night-shirt was showing
off her snowy soft legs.
I wasn't really paying much attention, but I did notice when she
shifted her legs onto the couch that she wasn't wearing panties. And
seeing as she was ready for bed it wasn't like I expected her to have
panties on, but it certainly caught me off guard. I had trouble forming
my next sentence of mindless chit-chat. I think she sensed this.
"Julie," I began with reckless abandon, "it was Nursing you finally
ended up graduating with wasn't it?" My mind flipped. Nursing was her
first major, she had switched several times after we had been involved.
"No, actually Pre-law. I'm just working as a secretary in a law firm
now until I can afford Law school."
"Of course. You know how my memory is!"
We both laughed a polite laugh. She patted my leg and then rubbed it
gently for a split moment. Her slight advance lead me on to what she was
thinking. And while I didn't have that intention when coming to her
place, it wasn't out of the question.
| I don't remember what she said that I
actually thought was genuinely funny, but she advanced her hand in the same manner as before; only higher up my leg and a little bit longer rub. I took advantage of this and took her hand in my mine. She took this to mean that I was beckoning her towards me. She adjusted out of her laying position and brought her body to rest on top of mine. |
Our eyes locked and we half-gazed, half-stared into each others
eyes. We
mutually leaned in to kiss each other. Our tongues found the other's and
began to lock and probe.
I moved my hand down to her thigh which was tensing and relaxing with
muscular tone. She took a free hand and guided my wondering hand up her
leg. Soon I could feel that she was moist and probably had been for some
time. I began to play with her with my fingers, feeling around for a
sensitive spot. She moaned her approval into our still kissing mouths.
Julie's kiss grew stronger with each passing stroke and now I had became
rather physically stimulated.
Julie could feel me rub against her stomach and poke and prod her rather
unintentionally. She took her once guiding hand and undid the cumbersome
belt I was wearing with complete ease. She soon made her way down my
boxer shorts and began to pleasure me.
I took both of my hands and slipped her night-shirt over her head and
arms. This only delayed our activities for a moment. Her gorgeous naked
body in front of me helped me realize what it was that I had missed out
on all these years.
Julie started to unbutton my shirt and slip her hand in and played with
my nipples. I moved my lips down from her lips to her neck then to her
chest where I started to gently kiss her breasts. She responded by
undoing the rest of my shirt. Soon it was on the floor with her
night-shirt, glasses and fuzzy bear slippers.
She was finally able to remove my Dockers with a little help from
myself. We rolled to the floor completely naked and began to pulse in
love making. Julie, who had already come once, kissed my neck that sent
an endless shiver up my spine.
I felt warm and yet anticipatory and mechanical at the same time. I
began to move faster until I was sure that I could set no quicker pace.
Sweat dripped off of my forehead onto Julie's chest as she moved her
body in perfect synch with mine.
My nerves began to quiver and I could feel the end drawing near. We
both tightened our hold on each other. With an unbelievable burst of
energy, I quickened our pace to slide even faster than I had before.
Julie was starting to moan loudly (as was I). Suddenly, I felt my nerves
relax and my body shut down just as she was letting out a passionate
scream in pure ecstasy for what had just happened.
We laid there on the floor for what must have been several hours just
holding each other. I stroked her hair out of her face and whispered and
blew in her ear. She would smile from time to time and kiss my cheek
lovingly.
Then as we began to get things somewhat back in order, she looked at me
and kissed my mouth. "Dave, look at the snow. I can't think of anything
more romantic."