The next two weeks were fairly uneventful for Judy. She spent most of her time with her students or at her desk working out the plans for the pageant.
Tuesday afternoon, snow began to fall. There was always something magical about the first snowfall, Judy thought. It was like a promise, a gift. By mid-winter, snow would bring grumbling and complaints, but now, fresh and soft and white, it brought dreams.
It was during a break between classes, where her students were changing shoes for tap class, that Judy noticed that six inches or more of snow had accumulated. It was still falling thickly. Too risky, she decided.
"No tap class tonight," she announced, and made sure the students had a safe ride home.
When everyone else had gone, she turned to Sandie and Beth. "Thanks. That exodus would have taken twice the time if you hadn't helped." She looked at Beth. "Have you called L.D.?"
"Yes. I'd already made plans to stay at Sandie's tonight, but I checked in."
"Good." Judy sat down and pulled a pair of corduroy slacks over her tights and leg warmers. "I'm afraid this is going to turn into a solid blizzard in another hour or so. I want to be home with a cup of hot chocolate by then."
"I like the sound of that," Sandie said and led the way to the parking lot.
Sandie's car refused to start, and the three piled into Judy's. Snow swirled outside the windshield and danced in the stream of headlights. "Here we go," Judy shifted gears, keeping her eyes on the road. They drove in silence until Sandie said, "Look!". She pointed off to the right. "You can just see the lights of L.D.'s house through the snow."
When they pulled up in her driveway, Sandie heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness!" She let Beth out. "Stay here tonight, Judy. The roads are awful."
Judy shrugged off the concern. "They're not bad yet." The heater was humming nicely, and she felt confident. "I'll be home in fifteen minutes."
Judy backed slowly out of the driveway and headed up the road. Though her wipers were working at top speed, they afforded her little chance to see the road ahead before being covered with snow again. It took all her concentration and skill to keep the car from sliding. Just as she made the turn below L.D.'s house, a large black shape darted into the road. Her brain barely had enough time to register that the shape was a dog before she was shipping the wheel hard to the right to avoid a collision.
Once the skid had begun, she had no control. She lost all sense of direction as the car spun. There was only the blur of white snow. She panicked and slammed on the brakes. The car struck something solid and slammed to a halt. She felt a flash of pain, and then there was only silence and the dark…
Judy moaned and opened her eyes. Shapes floated, dimmed, then swam into focus. L.D. frowned down at her. She felt his fingers on the side of her head where the pain was concentrated. "What are you doing here?" she asked hazily.
He lifted her eyelids one at a time and studied her pupils carefully. "I had no idea you were a complete idiot." The words calmly spoken. In her dazed state Judy didn't detect the edge of anger.
She was, she discovered, on the sofa in his parlor. The same parlor where he'd fucked her for the first time. She could smell a hint of wood smoke from the fireplace.
"You ran into a tree, after going in circles for a while."
She reached gingerly to finger the lump at her temple. "Is that what I hit? It feels more I ran into the entire forest."
"Lie still," he ordered and strode from the room.
Cautiously, Judy persuaded her body into a sitting position. Her right temple throbbed fiercely.
"I thought I told you to lie still," L.D. growled. "I brought you some aspirin. Take them."
"What time is it?" she asked.
"It's barely nine." The hand on her shoulder was light. "Have you eaten?"
"No, I…"
"Let's get you out of those clothes and into a warm robe." He began undoing her buttons himself. As he slipped her coat from her shoulders, his eyes came back to hers. Gently, he touched a finger to the bruise on her temple. "Hurt?"
"Not much now." Judy's pulse rate had quickened. There was no use trying to blame it on the shock of the accident. Instead, she admitted to the feelings that were beginning to swim inside her and met his eyes directly. It was hard for her to believe how much she loved him – how complete and solid the love had already become.
And what do I do about it? she asked herself. Do I tell him? How embarrassing that would be for him, and how completely I would ruin what seems to be the beginning of a great relationship. Isn't love supposed to be unselfish and understanding? But is it supposed to hurt one minute and make you feel like-fucking his brains out the next?
"Where's your man, Dennis?" she asked.
"He away on business and won't return for a week or so," L.D. said, smiling at her as if he could read her mind.
She followed him to the kitchen and watched as he brought out a platter of roast beef, and a variety of cheeses. They ate companionably at the table and then returned to the parlor and the warm fire.
"It's wonderful, being here with you sitting by the fire." The words tumbled out without thought. The moment they had, Judy's cheeks went wild with color.
L.D. touched the back of his hand to her face.
"A blush is something I didn't expect to see on you."
Judy caught the hint of pleasure in his voice. She shifted away. "Maybe I'm feverish."
"Let me see." L.D. turned her back to face him. The mouth that lowered to her brow was gentle as a whisper. "You don't seem to be."
"L.D…" She let his name trail off into silence. She stared into the fire. If it were only simple, Judy thought. If only I didn't love him. Again her thoughts drifted. Before she knew it, she was snuggling against him and sighing with relief.
Conflicting emotions were warring in her breast. She moved closer to L.D., deeper into his arms. Tonight they would share the joyous fulfillment that their intimacy would bring. She would not be denied, would not allow this moment of happiness to be lost. The memory of their passion would be safe within her forever.
Slowly, her fingers began working the sweater up and over her head. Moments later the bulky garment slipped from her body and slid to the floor. From behind, L.D. placed his hands on her, fumbling at the clasp of her bra, pushing the thin straps off her shoulders until at last she was rid of it. Then tenderly he pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. A shudder of delight tingled up her spine. Judy did not resist when L.D. suddenly whirled her about and took her in his arms.
It seemed as though he kissed her forever, savagely, his mouth moving on hers until she was weak and breathless with desire and laughing too, for his mustache tickled her. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her temples, the strands of her blonde hair. Then his mouth claimed hers once more. But this time his lips were gentle, tantalizing. Expertly they played upon Judy's senses, setting her blood ablaze, inflaming her until she was a fire burning wildly, longing to be quenched by the man who held her in his strong embrace. Her panties were soaked with her juices.
His tongue traced the outline of her mouth, parted it as he forced his way inside to savor the nectar within. Judy quivered at the intimate contact, for his tongue was rough and yet somehow as smooth as silk as it teased her, taunted her, demanded that she yield to him. It explored every crevice within her lips, entwined about her own tongue, imprisoning it, as he had imprisoned her, with love. Her breath mingled with his, coming in quick little gasps, as though she could not get enough air – and yet she did not care. Nothing mattered except L.D. and the things he was doing to her.
Her head was spinning, and she was sure she would have fallen, had he not held her so tightly. Moments later he lifted her, so she was cradled in his arms, and carried her upstairs to his bedroom.
He laid her down, then drew back to gaze at her as she raised her hips to remove her pants, tights and leg warmers, all at one smooth motion. He looked as though he could scarcely dare to believe that she was there, for real. His eyes dwelled upon her face, small and white against the disheveled tresses billowing out like blonde clouds upon the dark satin pillow case.
He stared lingeringly into the fathomless depths of her emerald-green eyes, noting the dark, half-moon shadows her thin lashes made against her pink cheeks when she closed her lids. He followed with pleasure the outline of her finely chiseled nose, its nostrils flared with arousal. He longed once more to taste her sweetly vulnerable mouth, now bruised and swollen from his kisses.
A small pulse beat rapidly at the hollow of Judy's throat. L.D. felt his cock grow hard and throb with desire at the sight. He wanted her – and he would have her. Now. Tonight. He would make this a night to remember.
He lay down beside her, covering her body, covering her body with his own. She could feel his white shirt and, where the front was open, the mat of dark hair across his chest, both damp against her skin where he pressed against her, molding himself to her, compelling her to give way to him.
He nipped her earlobe and whispered in her ear, words of love and passion she heard only dimly as tingles from his warm breath chased down her spine, making her shudder with excitement. Her arms wrapped around his broad back. Her fingers dug into his flesh, kneading the sinuous muscles that bunched and rippled beneath her palms, reminding her of a cat as it crouches, ready to spring upon its prey.
With a low cry of surrender, Judy flung back her head, exposing the length of her bare throat to her beloved's lips. They traveled down the slender column, and his teeth grazed her skin lightly before sinking into that soft place upon her shoulder where it joined her nape. Flashes of electric anticipation shot through her body as she moaned and instinctively arched against him, writhed beneath him, her loins taut and aching. Her pussy was gushing a steady stream of her hot juices.
L.D. laughed huskily, wrapping her cascading mane about his hands, his fingers tightening in the locks as he muttered something against her throat.
What had he said? Judy didn't know. The words escaped her, were swept away by the sheer, overpowering tide of desire he was wakening in her. Her earlier timidity vanished. She wanted him, whatever the price.
His hands roamed over her exposed naked flesh. Judy trembled a little, for it had been so long since she'd felt a man's touch like this. No man had made her feel so completely dominated. She tried to cross her arms to hide her bare breasts – but to no avail. L.D. pushed away her defense and cupped her small globes, ripe and full, that thrust eagerly against his fingers. Sharp circles of delight radiated from her nipples as his palms slid caressingly over the pink buds that soon grew hard and stiff with excitement.
Yet he did not cease the sensuous movement. On and on he fondled the rigid little peaks, teasing them to even greater heights. With exquisite finesse his thumbs flicked the tiny buttons that strained against his hands, begging, aching, to be touched. Then L.D.'s lips closed over one flushed tip, sucking, tongue swirling about it deliciously in a manner that made Judy feel faint.
A surge of primitive, instinctive emotion whirled up to engulf her as, without her even realizing they did so, her fingers crept up to entwine themselves in the thick rich strands of his dark hair, to draw him even nearer.
Lightly his teeth caught her nipple, held it fast for the quick, darting movements of his tongue as it fluttered like a butterfly's wings over the crest he had claimed as his. Over and over L.D. tormented her until Judy thought she could stand no more, would go crazy with wanting. And just when she believed her sweet torture was at an end, his mouth scorched its way across her chest, seeking her other breast and taking possession of it as hungrily as he had its twin.
Then suddenly without warning, L.D. released her. Judy's eyes flew open, her lips parted with a small sharp cry of surprise and disappointment. On, how cruel L.D. was to have aroused her so when he'd had no intention of sating the terrible craving that had seized her in its grasp. Didn't he know that she had become a wild thing with the passion clawing its way through her veins? Didn't he know that deep within the secret place of her womanhood – of her cunt, pussy, snatch, whatever the hell he wanted to call it… desire was coiled like a tight spring, just waiting to be unwound?
"No, L.D., honey, please don't leave me," Judy pleaded, her arms outstretched to him with yearning.
He lifted one dark brow and smiled.
"Do you think I would leave without fucking your cunt off?" he queried. "I'm just removing my shirt."
Naked to the waist, he again lowered himself over her, pressing against her own so she could feel his heart pounding rapidly, even as her own was.
L.D.'s cock throbbed and his nuts ached. His blood raced with an excitement that he feared, for an instant, he would not be able to control. He took several slow deep breaths to still the furious thudding of his heart, the trembling anticipation of his limbs. He must take her gently, for this act of love-making was a precious thing. It was their first time together where they could spend the entire night and he wanted to remember it – he wanted her to remember it.
No matter what happened in the future the love they shared between them tonight would never die but would endure to span the eons of time. L.D. would see to that, somehow, some way.
He stripped away the rest of his clothing. Judy shivered. His dark eyes grew even darker with passion and desire as he caressed her. Once more his mouth closed over hers, hard, demanding, yet filled with a fierce, tenderness that wiped away the last vestiges of her doubts.
Her hips arched against him provocatively as his hand trailed down to part her thighs, to stroke rhythmically at her cuntlips, the tiny bud of her clitty that throbbed achingly for his touch. His fingers slipped inside the warm wet core of her cunt, brushing aside its furry covering, fluttering lightly along the length of her. Then, almost before she realized what was happening, Judy felt him centering his hard shaft, felt the mushroom sized head pushing at her cunt hole, finding the dark chasm of her inviting hole, and piercing it swift in one mighty thrust.
"Eeeeeiiiiiii!" Judy cried out at his stabbing invasion until he muffled her cries with his lips, kissing her softly and murmuring words that soothed the surprised lust, assured her she was in for a good fucking.
He began to move within her, a steady in and out motion causing deliciously growing waves that swelled within her before they crested and broke joyously across the sands of rapture.
Again and again L.D. drove his thick cock into her sopping cunt, spiraled down into the beckoning cavern of her hot pussy, taking her to the heights of ecstasy – and beyond.
Judy reached down and gripped his ballsac. Her small fist was full with one of the plums of his manhood. She squeezed gently and pulled at the pouch until it was stretched to its limit. Finally, with one last, convulsive shudder of delight, L.D. moaned and began to pump jet after jet of his hot jism deep inside her cunt.
When she felt the first blast of his scalding juices, her own floodgates opened and she gushed blast after blast of her own cunthoney out around his shaft. Their hot juices blended in her honeypot, just as their bodies seemed to melt into one.
In a while, L.D. collapsed upon her body and lay still. After a short breather, he withdrew his softening prick. When its mushroom-shaped head popped out of her cunt, it was followed by a virtual river of cum – man and woman cum mixed by the act of love, stirred in her honeypot by his swizzle stick.
They lay quietly side by side, neither one wanting to move, lest they cause the hands of time to shift and find themselves in bed alone.
"L.D., you're wonderful," she breathed sweetly in the darkness.
As she was drifting into deep sleep, she was vaguely aware of him rolling over and wrapping his arm around her, dragging her so close to his body, she felt his soft prick stretched out along her back. She felt his warm breath on her neck and she thought he kissed her lightly. Soon the air was filled with their soft snores.