I smiled back at him. “I will, sir.”
His eyes darkened. “And make sure you don’t hurt her.”
I nodded. “You have my word.”
Satisfied with my response, he tossed his shovel. “C’mon, let’s head back inside. I’m as hungry as a bear.”
Equally famished, I followed suit. Warmth radiated inside me. I’d scored points with Jennifer’s father. When I got back to LA, I was going to have a heart-to-heart with my dad too. Especially since Jen and I worked together, he needed to know.
Chapter 6
Jennifer
I helped my mom make breakfast in our charming knotty-pine kitchen. Despite the fact she was a gourmet cook, she’d never updated it. It still bore memories of my childhood. We were standing a shoulder’s width apart, working away at a Formica counter.
I took a break from the fruit I was dicing. “Mom, can I ask you a question?”
Beating eggs in a bowl, she smiled at me. “Of course, honey. Anything.”
“How did you know you loved Dad?”
Her smile morphed into a concerned frown. “Oh dear, you’re still in love with Bradley?” She’d clearly not picked up on my feelings toward Blake. Though so much of me wanted to share what was going on, it was all too new, and I was unsure how things would move forward once we were back at work. I responded with a sigh.
“Hardly. I’m totally over him. I’m just curious. That’s all.”
My mom quirked a relieved smile. “I fell in love with him the minute I saw him. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.”
My mom had been his student his first year as a young assistant professor of English at Boise State. There was only a year difference in age between them.
“And then what?”
“The feeling was mutual. He asked me out.”
“Weren’t you nervous about going out with your professor?” When I thought about it, a student-professor relationship was not that different from an employee-boss one.
“Yes. I was. But my heart ruled my brain. I was young.”
I was young too. But I knew what’d happened. Ultimately, that one date turned into a relationship. A love affair. A jealous female student made the university aware of their relationship. Fraternization was not allowed. My mother, an aspiring scholar, sacrificed her career, putting my father’s interests and needs before hers. She left the university, and three months later she and my father married. While I was crazy in love with my boss, there were so many doubts circling my head. Conquest Broadcasting didn’t forbid work relationships, but it wasn’t going to be easy. And it wouldn’t surprise me if one of his jealous blond bimbos like Kitty-Kat did me in. Both my career and my heart were at stake. I needed to know.
“Mom, do you have any regrets?”
She smiled wistfully. “Not one. Your father and I were meant to be. I couldn’t imagine life without him.” She paused and pecked my cheek. “And you, my darling, were meant to be ours.”
I hugged my mom, at once excited and anxious about what the future might bring. Perhaps, Blake and I could find some time to talk. There was a lot to talk about.
I helped my mom serve the beautiful platter of scrambled eggs she’d made along with the linked sausages and a large bowl of fruit salad. Buttered toast, fresh squeezed orange juice, and fresh coffee were also on the breakfast menu. I was never going to be as good a cook or hostess as my mom. Somehow, that Martha Stewart gene had skipped me.
Blake and Dad were already at the kitchen table. Both were rosy-cheeked from being outdoors. The color in Blake’s face made him even sexier to me. His eyes sparkled.
“That looks delicious, Mrs. McCoy,” Blake said as my mother handed him the platter.
My mother smiled at the compliment. “Thank you, dear. Help yourself and pass it around. And please call me Meg.”
Once the other courses were on the round table, my mother and I joined them. I helped myself to a generous portion of everything though it was hard to eat with my beautiful Blake in my face.
He ate heartily. Something I found so sexy about him. “There’s nothing like good old eggs and sausage for breakfast,” he commented between bites.
So far, he’d been very well behaved. I kept waiting for him to trigger the vibrating egg, but maybe he’d forgotten about it. Relaxing a little, I lifted a forkful of the perfectly cooked eggs to my mouth. As I did, the shoulder of the oversized sweater I was wearing drooped down.
My mother’s eyes widened. “Darling, what’s that red welt on your shoulder?”
Flushing, I gulped down the eggs. I’d totally forgotten about Blake’s bite. “Um, uh, I think it’s a bug bite.”
Mom’s face grew alarmed. “Oh dear Lord, I hope we don’t have bedbugs.” She gazed at my Dad who wore a bemused expression. “Darling, we’d better call an exterminator right after the holidays.”
“I don’t think we’ll have to.”
My father winked at me. My stomach muscles tightened. What did he and Blake talk about outside? Did he know?
I shot Blake a glance, but he kept a straight poker face.
My still concerned mother asked if he’d gotten any bites. “Not a one,” he replied and went back to heartily eating his breakfast. I hastily pulled my sweater up over my shoulder. I’d lost my appetite.
My mom noticed I wasn’t eating. “Jen, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating more?”
At that minute, Blake became Mr. Bad Boy. With the remote likely in his left hand under the table, he turned the vibrating egg on full speed. It pulsed inside my pussy. Holy shit! I couldn’t sit still. My eyes locked on his. He grinned at me fiendishly.
“Jen, you really should have more of your mother’s eggs. They’re so delicious.”
Yes, they were. Except there was another egg I was finding more delicious. The one buried inside me. The pulsing was driving me crazy. Taking me over the edge. I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t shriek. Then I began to hum, fearful my parents would hear my crotch buzzing.
“Jennifer, are sure you’re okay?” Worry laced my mother’s voice.
“Yes, Mom. I’m just really full.” Oh was I! I was going to explode.
My orgasm began its takeover. I jumped up from my chair “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
On my way out of the kitchen, I shot Blake a dirty look. He’d promised to behave. I should have never trusted him. He grinned that devastating diabolic grin. I raced to the guest bathroom and let myself come with waves of pleasure.
“Beautiful bastard,” I sighed as I pulled out the egg. He’d made me hunger for him all over again. I craved and loved him so much.
Chapter 7
Jennifer
By the time we finished breakfast and I helped my mom clear the table, it was close to noon. My parents lingered over coffee, telling Blake childhood stories about me. While I was grateful Blake wasn’t forced to tell work-related stories, mortification raced through me. Blake, however, seemed to enjoy each and every one and frequently laughed out loud. God, he was sexy when he let out that deep laugh, his two little dimples lighting up his face. Even I had to laugh when my parents shared the time my father had told me I needed a little elbow grease to finish building my dollhouse. Silly me ran to my mother’s pantry, yanked out the shortening, and smeared it all over my arms. What a doofgirl!
Shortly after breakfast, my father shrugged on his heavy alpaca coat. “We’re going to visit the Joneses.” It was a tradition. Every Christmas day for as long as I could remember, my parents stopped by their best friends’ house for an exchange of presents and a little grog. Dad looked my way. I was seated on the living room couch next to Blake, cuddling my snow tiger. I longed to be cuddling him.
“Why don’t you two kids relax and romp in the snow,” he said, buttoning up his coat.
“Are you sure, Dad?” I asked as my mother joined him. She looked positively stunning in the cherry red wool coat she wore only on Christmas. The heavy snow boots on her feet only accentuated
everything lovely above them.
“Of course, darling,” chimed in my mother.
With a wink targeted at Blake, my dad told us to have fun.
It was the perfect first snow of the winter. Three feet deep and powdery. Our house—in fact, the entire street, looked like a Hallmark Christmas card—with the trees and rooftops dusted with a thick layer of the pearl white powder. The temperature was cold, but not unbearable, and the sun was shining brightly, creating a glare from the snow.
Bundled up in waterproof winter gear, Blake and I wasted no time frolicking in my backyard. I beat him to it and threw a snowball at him. I got him good in the chest.
“You’re going to pay for that, McCoy,” he growled. Wasting no time, he retaliated and got me hard in the ass as I tried to escape.
“That hurt,” I giggled.
“Not as much as this one,” he shouted back at me, throwing yet another ready-made one straight at me. Hah! This time I ducked behind a tree, and he missed.
Our snowball fight escalated until we were out of breath and doubled over with laughter. Blake wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled the little exposed area of my scarf-covered neck. “Come on. Let’s build a snowman.”
“Cool.” Crouching, I instantly formed a snowball and began packing it with snow. Blake squatted down and followed suit. Side by side, we rolled our snowballs across the dense white powder. In no time, we built three giant but different sized snowballs as well as built up a sweat beneath our heavy clothes. Blake stacked the three weighty balls, one on top of the other. I scouted the yard for anything we could use to make a face—coming up with a few chunks of coal and twigs for his arms. Blake topped him off with his silly reindeer hat, stretching it over Mr. Snowman’s head until it almost ripped. I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Too bad we don’t have a carrot for his nose,” I snorted through my tears of laughter.
“Too bad we don’t have a cucumber for his dick,” laughed my companion. I laughed harder, so hard my face hurt.
And then, without warning, Blake collapsed onto the snow-covered ground, flat on his back with his arms outstretched. His eyes were glued shut.
“Blake!” Panic gripped me. Maybe he’d had a heart attack or something. All that shoveling and those heavy snowballs. Ridden with guilt and despair, I fell to my knees beside him. My fingers raked his hair. “Blake, Blake, are you okay? Please be okay.”
There was no response. Oh, God. He was going to die in my backyard. If he died, a part of me died too. At that moment, I realized how much I really, really loved him.
“Blake,” I pleaded again, “please open your eyes. I love you so much.” A tear fell onto his lips. I pressed my lips against his and kissed it away. Oh, God. Was this going to be the last time his soft lips touched mine?
Then suddenly, magically, just like in Snow White, his eyes fluttered open. The power of a kiss! “Gotcha!” he laughed.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I was at once relieved and furious with him.
“That wasn’t funny,” I scoffed, tossing a handful of snow at him.
I still wasn’t over his little prank when he began to repeatedly open and close his arms and legs in tandem. It was if he was doing jumping jacks lying down in the snow.
“What are you doing, you crazy man?”
“Seriously? I’m making a snow angel. Don’t tell me you’ve never made one.”
“Are you kidding? My parents would never let me lie down in the snow.”
“Come. Let’s make one together. Get on top of me.”
Hesitantly, I did as bid, positioning my body so my arms and legs were directly on his outstretched ones. My chin rested on his chest, and even beneath his heavy down jacket, I could feel his heart beat for me.
“Perfect. Now just follow my movements.” He began to scissor his arms and legs again, and as he opened and closed them, I did the same with mine. Wow! This was fun.
As we got into a rhythm, it was more than just his heartbeat I felt. Beneath my torso, I could feel an erection pressing into me. His cock was hardening and swelling. Holy shit!
“Having you on me this way is giving me a fucking hard-on. Tiger, let’s show this dickless snowman what he’s really missing.”
My eyes grew as round as saucers. “You want to fuck in the snow?”
“Yep.”
“You’ll freeze your ass off.”
“No, I’ll fucking freeze my ass off. Now, pull down your pants.”
Raising myself a little, I managed to somehow to slide my snow pants—and my tights—down enough to give him entry. The cold air stung my buttocks.
His arms and legs continued to slice the snow. “Now, pull down my fly and put my cock inside you.”
With one hand, I reached into the tight space between us and did as he asked. Holy cow! He’d gone Commando. I could feel the heat of his cock through my gloves, and as I inserted it into me, its hotness contrasted sharply to the coldness of the air. I moaned into his chest.
“Oh, baby, you’re like a fucking oven,” he breathed as he filled me to the hilt.
I moved my arms back onto his, and we went back to making our snow angel, opening and closing our limbs, wider and faster, as he pounded into me, keeping pace. Harder and deeper. Faster and faster. The melody of “Jingle Bells” echoed in my head. Oh what fun, it is to ride your cock in the deep white snow and play.
Despite the frigid temperature, my body was heating up. I could feel sweat beading on my skin beneath my heavy clothes. My chin on his chest, I gazed up at him. The expression on his glowing face was one of pure ecstasy. My fingers clasped his wrists like manacles so I wouldn’t fall off, and my legs pressed firmly against his powerful muscular thighs. I was sure we were melting the snow.
“Oh, tiger,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking close to coming.”
“Me too,” I moaned. The pulsing in my core rose to a feverish pitch. I was like a volcano ready to erupt. I roared his name as I climaxed around him. Waves of white bliss, as blinding as the snow, spiraled through me. In a breath, I felt him jolt with his own volcanic eruption, his hot molten lava pouring into me.
I rested my head against his chest for a few long minutes until our breathing calmed down. My stinging, frozen ass brought awareness back to me.
“Blake, that was amazing.”
He blew out of puff of air. “Yeah, fucking amazing.” A boyish dimpled grin lit up his handsome face. “Come on, tiger, let’s see how our snow angel turned out. We may have fucked it up.”
Giggling at his double entendre, I got into a squatting position between his spread out, V’d legs. Definitely not my most graceful move. He sat up and then helped me stand up with him. As I pulled my snow pants and tights up over my butt, I watched as he tucked his spent dick into his pants and zipped up his fly. Snow pants were not the most flattering things to wear, but on him, they looked sinfully sexy because I knew what was beneath.
“Look!” A warm smile spread across his face as his vision took in our creation. “I’m going to take a picture.” He whipped out his ubiquitous iPhone from a jacket pocket while I stared at the snow angel we’d created together in awe.
“Oh my God!” I rasped. Where our arms had flapped madly, there were wings, and below, a bell-shaped gown was etched in the snow from the movement of our legs. To my utter amazement, around the imprint of our heads, the sun cast a halo. Our beautiful angel! Heaven on Earth! Magic! Pure magic! Tears spilled from my eyes.
“Don’t cry on me again,” whispered Blake, removing a glove to wipe them away.
“I can’t help it,” I sniffed. “An angel is watching us.”
“You are my angel.” And with that, he crashed down on my mouth with a hot, passionate kiss while Mr. Snowman looked on with envy.
Chapter 8
Blake
We warmed each other up by taking a hot bath together. Jennifer sat between my legs, her back toward me. Happy to see the necklace I’d given her around her neck, I intermi
ttently sponged her and covered her with kisses. But something was weighing on my mind.
“Jen, I didn’t use a condom outside.”
“I know.”
“It’s the first time I’ve never used one. I should have told you I’ve been tested and asked if you were on birth control.”
“I am.”
I inwardly sighed with relief and nuzzled her neck. She lifted her ponytail to give me better access.
“Blake, I’ve never had sex without a condom either.”
So, we had shared firsts. Sex with Jennifer was incredible. I didn’t think it could get better. Fucking her in the snow was the best sex I’d ever had. I could still feel her raw warmth against my own heated rawness. The feeling of spilling into her and feeling her pussy throb all around me had sent me flying to the moon. My cock swelled at the sweet memory. Pulling her tight against me, I wondered—had it been as good for her as it was for me?
One word from her mouth gave me my answer. “Again.”
After our mind-blowing tub sex, we dressed in jeans and sweaters and headed downstairs. Jen made us lunch—ham and cheese sandwiches—and we cuddled up together on the living room couch to watch some TV.
“Oh, Blake! The SpongeBob Christmas episode is on,” she squeed after channel surfing.
I remembered her mentioning at my parents’ Shabbat dinner that SpongeBob SquarePants was her favorite cartoon. It had become apparent to me she was obsessed with this animated dude. She’d even written her master’s thesis on him. On his sexual appeal of all things. As stupid as this may sound, I was jealous of some dumbass cartoon character. What does he have that I don’t? I needed to know.
“Why do you like SpongeBob so much? I mean, he’s a total spineless geek who looks like a wedge of Swiss cheese on legs. He probably doesn’t even have a dick.”
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