Snowbound Christmas Cheer

by Veronica Tower

  He lowered both their windows several inches, immediately letting in the cold, wind and snow. An exciting chill enveloped Jo and turned her nipples rock hard beneath her bra.

  She shivered.

  “Come here,” A.J. beckoned. He slid closer to her on the seat and slipped his arm back around her shoulders.

  Jo happily scooted next to him and leaned in against his hot body. “Mmmmm,” she murmured just as he said, “This is nice.”

  He dipped his head and before she knew what was happening they were kissing again.

  Cold wasn’t a problem when her lips were pressed against this man. The drink in her hand kept her from caressing his chest, but perhaps that was a good thing. It kept her from upping the ante and allowed her to concentrate on the tongue moving sensuously in and out of her mouth while her heart revved up to racing speed again.

  A.J. didn’t have a drink in his free hand.

  His fingers found her side just above the hip and began to ease upward with excruciating slowness. Did guys really think that women didn’t know what they were doing when they played this game? She knew he wanted to touch her breast. Did he know how much she wanted his fingers there teasing her curves and flirting with her nipple?

  But it was still too early for that, wasn’t it?

  She broke away again, amazed at how labored her breathing had become in such a short time. “Didn’t…didn’t you say…you had a scholarship?”

  A.J. wanted to keep kissing her. His lips moved to her cheek and then down to the nape of her neck, making her whole body tingle deliciously. “That’s right.”

  Jo was having a great deal of difficulty forming her words. “What was it…for?”

  A.J.’s tongue flicked out and made her squirm. “Wide receiver. I play football.”

  As if Jo wouldn’t know what a wide receiver was.

  She realized her eyes had closed again and forced them open. The fog on the windshield had cleared a little but a thin covering of snow kept her from seeing directly in front of them. Visibility was better to the side with the glass partially down. Next to them, a woman was brushing the snow off her windows and Jo wondered if she’d noticed what A.J. and she were doing.

  The woman finished clearing the snow, brushed off her coat and got into her own car, giving Jo back at least the illusion of genuine privacy on her side of the vehicle. She looked past A.J. and saw that there was no one in sight over on his side either.

  She tried to squelch the thoughts popping into her head, but it wasn’t easy. In her mind’s eye she could picture A.J. pushing up her shirt and bra and licking her nipple just as a cold snowflake landed upon its surface.

  She shivered again, but this time it had nothing to do with the cold.

  She tried to distract herself but couldn’t form more than a semi-comprehensible jumble of words. “Are you…you’re not…the pros.”

  “No,” A.J. murmured as his lips found hers again.

  A moment later his fingers touched her breast through her shirt and a little pre-orgasmic shudder worked its way up her body. She closed her eyes hoping he’d do that to her again.

  A.J. kept kissing her. His technique was not quite as good as it had been earlier, but perhaps that was because a significant portion of his mind was focused on the fingers cautiously exploring Jo’s softest flesh through her bra.

  That was okay with her, most of her brain was focused on those fingers too.

  He skimmed around the circumference of her breast with the lightest of touches, using just the balls of his fingers. Taking his time, he slowly spiraled higher until he found the rougher flesh of her aureole spread out beneath her swollen nipple.

  At least she thought they’d been swollen. They had felt thick and full as they pressed against her bra, but when A.J. touched them Jo learned that what she thought were her fully engorged tits could still get a lot thicker and harder.

  She moaned from a combination of pain and excitement, pushing her breast more fully into A.J.’s hand.

  Her own hand bumped the car seat and the sound of sloshing liquid somehow penetrated her consciousness. She couldn’t figure out what it was and the fingers gently rolling the tip of her nipple back and forth between them made it hard for her to concentrate on anything else.

  A.J. stopped kissing her lips, his mouth jumping south, but rather than slurp her down he showed he had a lot more control than Jo was feeling at this moment.

  Very gently, very sweetly, he licked the protruding tip of her nipple through her t-shirt and bra. The cotton shirt couldn’t taste that good. It certainly kept Jo from fully enjoying what A.J. was trying to do.

  Evidently, Jo’s new boyfriend figured that out. He bit her nipple between his two lips and pulled on it through the shirt. She gasped when it popped free of his mouth but he wasn’t finished with her yet.

  As her heart raced inside her chest, A.J. clenched her nipple between his teeth—not biting her precisely, but trying to catch her tit in a hold she couldn’t easily escape from.

  He pulled her taut again, stretching the nipple outward away from her breast. Then he rubbed the narrow end of his tongue against the very tip of Jo’s tit. That didn’t do much for Jo with the thickness of her bra and t-shirt obstructing him, but then he turned up the pressure, thwacking her ultra-sensitive nipple hard with his tongue, and her whole body began to tremble.

  It had been a long time since a man had gotten this close to her and she moaned in pleasure as his mouth really got to work. She ran the fingers of her free hand through A.J.’s blonde hair and pulled him down more firmly against her breast, wishing the damn shirt wasn’t in the way but not yet ready to pull it up and expose herself. .

  A.J. took more of her nipple into his mouth, sucking rhythmically upon it. At the same time, his hand drifted down from her breast onto her leg where she could feel his fingers stroking her inner thigh, even through the thickness of her jeans.

  The trembling in Jo’s body intensified. A.J. wasn’t anywhere near her pussy yet, but she still felt so turned on she believed she might climax anyway. She wanted him to stop teasing her and move that hand up between her legs, yet she was also afraid to spoil the moment by showing him what she needed.

  His tongue began to swirl faster around on the tip of her nipple while his fingers too-patiently stroked their way upward.

  Jo dropped whatever was in her hand and clutched the car seat to ground herself against the tremors overwhelming her body. All her concentration was focused on the tip of A.J.’s tongue and the deliriously slow progress of his fingers on her thighs. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth. “Please…don’t…stop!”

  A.J. brushed against Jo’s pussy for the very first time and tipped her over the precipice.

  Her body jackknifed together and she wrapped her arms around A.J.’s head, pulling him even more tightly against her bosom. He adjusted to this new position immediately, pulling as much of her still-covered breast into his mouth as was humanly possible and sucking for all he was worth. His fingers pressed harder between her legs, rubbing her jeans against her panties so that the silk garment rode into the slit between her labia, releasing torrent of juices from her sopping wet pussy.

  Jo screamed with pleasure and just kept coming.

  It wasn’t like she could help herself. A.J. totally had her number. Why the hell hadn’t he done this to her Halloween night? And why did she care about that so long as he kept doing it to her now?

  A.J. seemed determined to keep doing just that! His mouth kept sucking on her breast—not nursing—he had far more than her tit stuffed inside him. His fingers dug into her pussy, pushing hard so she could feel him through her blue jeans.

  It was more than enough to keep orgasms wrenching through her body. It was more than enough to keep Jo happy even as his actions pushed her panties uncomfortably up inside her where her pussy kept soaking them. All that mattered now was the climaxes strung one on top of the other as her body made absolutely certain she knew how much it liked this ma
n.

  Chapter Four

  When Jo began to recover her senses, she found herself leaning into the crook of A.J.’s arm with his free hand quietly cupping her over-stimulated breast. It was a very comfortable feeling and she nestled in closer against him, enjoying the strength of his arms and the firmness of his chest enough to overcome the discomfort of sitting across the front seats like this.

  A.J. released her breast and slid his hand down onto her hip, encouraging her to move as close to him as the front seats would allow. When he finally spoke, his voice sounded sleepy and content. “You’re a perfect fit—in my arms, I mean. Seems like you’re meant to be here.”

  That was a sentiment Jo could totally agree with. Part of her thought she should feel a bit embarrassed to have just let A.J. make her come on what was probably at best their first date. But it had been a damn long time since a man had wanted to make her feel this way and the simple truth was that she’d been imagining going to bed with him ever since Halloween night. The only thing that had truly held her back then was that Brad had vomited on her before they could go back to his apartment. So it really wasn’t so surprising that she’d let him get intimate with her now.

  Snow continued to blow in the car through the cracks in the window. The sky visible through those openings was truly dark now. Part of her realized that making out in a car in a snowy parking lot was not going to make the list of ten brightest things she’d ever done in her life, but that didn’t seem to be important right now.

  “So what do you do when you’re not working?” A.J. asked. “Do you like movies? You’re in pretty good shape. Do you run or swim or, I don’t know, Tae Bo or something?”

  Jo smiled against A.J.’s chest, enjoying the complements. “No, I don’t really work out or anything. I guess I just got lucky and have good genes.”

  “Anyone as beautiful as you had to get lucky in the gene department,” A.J. agreed. “But seriously, you’re in really good shape. You must do something! Do you walk to work? Ride a bike? Play tennis?”

  “No really,” Jo insisted. “I’m not that athletic.”

  “You’re kidding me, right?” A.J. asked. His hand slipped beneath her shirt so his fingers could caress her stomach. “You get this body completely naturally?”

  Jo pushed at his hand. “I’m not really in that good of shape.”

  A.J. playfully pulled at Jo’s shirt revealing about six inches of her belly. “For the record, this is really good shape.” He let his fingers glide across her very sensitive flesh, tickling her.

  She giggled and pushed his hand away for the second time. “Stop that.”

  “I’m just saying that it looks to me like you’re doing more than sitting around watching television all night.” His hand returned to the smooth flesh of her stomach.

  A.J.’s persistence was starting to make Jo feel uncomfortable. “I do diet,” she admitted.

  “And?” he prompted her.

  Jo searched for something that would satisfy him. “Well, I play those Wii dance games for an hour or two several nights a week. My roommate is obsessed with them. I don’t know if that counts as working out.”

  Her answer clearly satisfied A.J. “Of course they count! I’ve played those games. They can be as bad as football practice if you play them long enough. No wonder your stomach is so tight.”

  “Keisha is a lot better at them then I am,” Jo confessed. “She’ll go on for hours after I’ve given up.”

  “Well good for Keisha,” A.J. said. “We’ll just make sure she’s out when you and I play.” He kissed her very tenderly on the top of her head. “Three’s a crowd anyway. I much prefer one on one.”

  Jo began to tremble again and wondered if A.J. would notice.

  If he did, he didn’t say anything, but his hand did choose that moment to slide up under her shirt and cup her breast through her bra.

  Her trembles evolved into one long delicious shiver.

  “Kiss me,” A.J. whispered.

  Jo lifted her face and met his lips with her own. His tongue darted out, gentle after their recent burst of passion, and began a different kind of dance than she practiced in the video games.

  His hand remained very interested in her breast—the same breast he’d enjoyed exploring before.

  She wondered if perhaps she should engage in a little discovery of her own.

  Tentatively she let her hand drift down to his thigh. A.J. was wearing blue jeans and the rough fabric set her fingertips on fire when she gently caressed his leg. Evidently her actions did something similar for A.J. because he suddenly squirmed in his seat, trying to achieve a more comfortable position.

  She stopped caressing and cupped his thigh, squeezing gently through the tough fabric.

  A.J.’s tongue hesitated in her mouth for a moment and his hand froze on her breast. Then he began kissing her again while his thumb rode up onto her nipple and began to toy with it through the fabric.

  Jo felt incredibly, deliciously, naughty.

  They were in a car in the Kroger parking lot. Sure the snow and the fogged windows made it nearly impossible that anyone could ever see what they were doing, but she and A.J. were still making out in a public place. She was touching a man’s thigh and he was holding her breast, playing with her nipple beneath her shirt. The slight element of added risk made the whole encounter even more exciting. She wondered if she had the courage to let her hand climb a little higher.

  A.J.’s tongue in her mouth was becoming more forceful and less playful as he leaned into her, still massaging her breast with his hand. He was a big guy and there just wasn’t enough room in the car to let him do the kinds of things he clearly wanted to. He pushed her t-shirt further up her chest and got both hands on her breasts—squeezing deliciously before playing both nipples with his thumbs. His tongue stayed deep inside her mouth.

  Jo’s hand inched upward between his thighs and cupped his big heavy balls in her hand. She couldn’t quite believe she was really doing this, not that she could feel him as clearly as she wanted to through the denim. Evidently A.J. liked what she was doing because one of his hands slipped off her breast to cover hers between his legs and encourage her to squeeze tighter.

  She did as he wanted and he moaned into her mouth. The heat between her own thighs intensified. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her bra.

  Her phone rang—not the nice start of All Summer Long that she used to use, but an old fashioned jarring telephone ringer that for some insane reason she’d thought would be cool in a retro sort of way.

  A.J. stopped kissing her and pulled back into his seat. “Damn! I guess you’d better get that. With the snow coming down like this, people are probably worried about you.”

  Even though snowflakes continued to drift in through the window, for all practical purposes, Jo had forgotten about the storm. She pulled her shirt back down over her bra. “I guess this is pretty stupid of us, isn’t it. They’re predicting eight inches after all.”

  Her phone continued ringing so she reached down to the floor to get her purse and discovered that sometime while making out with A.J. she had spilled her eggnog. “Damn!” she said. “I got this all over everything!”

  A.J. didn’t seem concerned about it. “Hand me your purse, and I’ll clean it off while you answer your phone. The mess doesn’t look that bad.”

  Jo sighed and dug out her purse. The call had ended by then but caller ID showed her it was her roommate Keisha calling. She hit redial and handed her purse to A.J. He opened his door and scooped up a handful of snow. “Wow! It’s really coming down out here!”

  Jo looked past his shoulders. The lot was still pretty full of cars, but there was a lot more than two inches on the ground.

  “Jo!” Keisha said into her phone. “Thank God you called! When you didn’t answer I started to get worried about you. It’s really snowing hard out there!’

  Jo felt a twinge of guilty conscience over worrying her friend. Then she felt a stronger twinge of embarrassme
nt. She didn’t want to tell Keisha she’d been making out when she phoned.

  Keisha kept right on talking. “You aren’t driving, are you? I don’t want you talking on the phone if you’re driving in this storm!”

  “No, I’m not driving,” Jo told her. “I ran into someone at Kroger and we’ve been talking in his car.” Beside her, the guy in question was scrubbing the eggnog off her purse with snow.

  “Really?” Keisha asked her. Jo didn’t like the amount of astonishment she heard in her roommate’s voice. “Who’d you run into?”

  “Do you remember that guy A.J. I met at the Halloween Party?” Keisha had been supposed to come with Jo to that party but had weaseled out at the last minute.

  “The guy who threw up on you?” Keisha asked.

  “No! That was his roommate,” Jo reminded her.

  A.J. put her purse into the back seat, scooped up another handful of snow, reached past her and tried to scrub the eggnog off the floor at her feet. That didn’t seem to be working as well as it had when he cleaned the purse.

  “Oh, you mean the guy who wouldn’t call you afterwards,” Keisha said.

  “Would you want to see a guy again whose roommate just threw up all over you?” A.J. asked.

  “Can he hear me?” Keisha hissed.

  “Well obviously,” Jo laughed. “I’m still sitting in his car next to him.”

  Keisha sounded a little bit defensive to Jo as finding out she’d been overheard put an edge on her voice. “You should have warned me, Jo! And what’s a guy doing shopping at Kroger anyway?”

  A.J. gave up on the spill and sat up. “I have to eat too, don’t I?”

  “Maybe he was just scoping out the place to pick up girls,” Keisha suggested.

  Jo didn’t like the direction this conversation was turning. What was getting Keisha so upset?

  Before Jo could say anything, A.J. picked up the conversation again. “Speaking of food has reminded me it’s dinner time. Want to get something to eat?”