Snowbound Summer

by Veronica Tower

  “Think what,” Ron teased. His voice sounded all the more sexy in her ears because he was whispering. “You think you have a Charlie horse? Is that why you sat up so suddenly?”

  He wrapped his free arm around Kara's shoulders and pulled her back flat on the mattress.

  “Let me help you with that spasm,” he said. “I'll get you all loosened up again.”

  His fingers slid up her wet labia, transferring her moisture to the swollen nub of her clitoris.

  “Oh,” she groaned, louder than she knew she should have. “Ron, don't—”

  She hadn't completed the instruction before his fingers pressed down and Kara's hips bucked up toward the ceiling. Her mouth opened to scream and she grabbed the pillow off the bed and bit into it— hard. Ron's fingers dug furiously into her clit, rubbing faster and faster, even as his other hand—arm wrapped around her back so he could grip her shoulder—kept her effectively pinned flat upon the mattress.

  Kara's knees lifted so high they would have struck her chin if not for the pillow she hugged against her face to stifle her orgasmic screams. Apparently this position offered Ron additional inspiration, for suddenly his fingers left her pussy while his alternate hand slid out from behind her back. He rolled to his knees in front of her and his hands caught Kara's legs just below the kneecaps, pushing her thighs flat across her stomach and breasts, completely exposing the long crevice of her pussy. Then his head dipped down, a shadow disappearing in the darkness of the room, and his long flat tongue lapped the length of Kara's labia.

  She really couldn't help herself!

  She screamed her pleasure into the pillow, heart racing with pre-orgasmic pleasure and plain old-fashioned fear of discovery.

  Ron licked her again, slow and delicious, coaxing spasms of ecstasy out of her moist lips and the treasure they secured.

  Her spine arched, struggling to push herself harder against Ron's tongue, but his fingers tightened their grip behind her knees and pressed her legs harder against her breasts and stomach.

  Kara squeezed the pillow tighter in her embrace, forcing it against her mouth to stifle the noise she knew she must be making. Her lungs fought for air—at war with both the pillow and the surging pulse within her that made it difficult for her to remember to keep her chest heaving. If Ron didn't grant her some release soon, the pillow wasn't going to be enough to contain her.

  His tongue worked its way slowly up her pussy again, this time trying to slice between the moist outer lips to taste the nectar building up within her.

  Kara's whole body began to shake on the precipice of a monumental orgasm. Spasms wracked her thighs and the arms securing the pillow against her screams quivered with pent up energy. Drum solos were quieter than the pounding in her chest as the tip of Ron's tongue reached the upper most limits of her labia and then delicately circled the painfully swollen flesh of her clitoris. If he would just...

  Ron's lips circled Kara's clit and gently sucked it into the welcoming warmth of his mouth.

  Kara bucked so hard, her ass left the bed and she almost knocked Ron off of her. Her legs broke free of his grip and circled around his head. Ron had already recovered his balance. He grasped her inner thighs in his merciless hands forcing them very wide apart as he muscled her back down onto the bed. Then his mouth locked onto her clitoris again and there was nothing gentle or teasing in the way he sucked her into climax.

  One very tiny flicker in the back of Kara's mind remembered there were ears to hear them. She gripped the pillow ever more tightly against her face, biting it as she screamed anew in pleasure. Her pussy had taken on a life of its own—writhing, squirming and thrusting in excitement until she thought she couldn't possibly come anymore.

  She was wrong, of course.

  Ron clambered up her exhausted body and rubbed the thick viper's head of his beautiful cock between her sopping lips. The mini-climaxes that accompanied his actions were further fueled by the memories of the long stiff prick about to enter her passage. Her body knew her man and her thighs were already spreading themselves, eager to accommodate him.

  Ron penetrated her in one long smooth stroke—stretching Kara's pussy with the thickness of his erection, immediately triggering another wave of orgasms.

  And all she could do was pull the pillow tighter against her face and hope that no one outside the bedroom could hear her screams of excitement.

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  Kara woke to the sounds of kids fighting over the bathroom. She was extraordinarily sore and tired and felt...well funky might not be a trendy word but it certainly accurately described how badly she needed a shower. From the sounds of things outside her bedroom, that might take a while.

  She remembered several of the things Ron had done to her last night and shuddered—partly from remembered pleasure but mostly from a fear that the rest of the family had been listening in. Ron and Kara had the bedroom between Anne and Kitten's, which gave her hope that at least Ron's parents hadn't overheard their love making but in retrospect, it seemed much too much to hope that his sisters hadn't heard anything.

  She buried her head back under the pillows and wished she could take back the last six or seven hours. Sleep would have had her feeling so much more rested and there wouldn't be anything to be feeling embarrassed over now.

  The door opened and Ron's voice filled the room. “Rise and shine, Kara. It's almost time to go to breakfast.”

  Kara groaned.

  She heard the door shut again, but evidently Ron had stayed inside the bedroom because the sheet was suddenly pulled back from her body leaving her half naked and exposed to anyone else who might open the door.

  Kara shot straight up into a sitting position and snatched the sheet back up over her groin. “I can't believe I let you—”

  Ron tried to silence her with a kiss—his lips moving sweetly against hers—his tongue lightly tasting her teeth.

  She picked up her complaint exactly where she'd broken off as soon as his mouth left hers. “—do that to me with your family all around us.”

  “You're welcome,” Ron said. “Now unless you want to have all my nieces and nephews piling in here with us to see what's taking you so long, I suggest that you wake up and get ready for another wonderful day in this snowy August paradise.”

  Kara looked askance at him. “They wouldn't do that.”

  Ron grinned. “Do you really want to take that chance?”

  Kara admitted defeat. “Hand me my robe and get out of here. I've got to find my clothes and my makeup bag.”

  Ron did as she asked and left her in peace.

  With her muscles protesting every movement, Kara set about getting ready for the new day.

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  Chapter Six

  “So what are you all going to do today?” Hanna asked as breakfast ground to a close.

  “Ski!” half the grandchildren shouted.

  The other half probably intended to ski also, but they didn't bother to take their noses out of their video games to answer their grandmother.

  “We'll probably go skiing, too,” Ron announced.

  His mother, of course, didn't look all that happy about that. What had she really expected everyone to do at a ski resort for the weekend?

  “Are you sure you're up to it, Kara?” Kitten whispered to her. “Ron really did have you keeping up all night, you know.”

  Kara dropped her head in her hands in embarrassment. “I can't believe you just said that.”

  Kitten laughed. “And I can't believe you have that much stamina,” she told Kara. “I'm impressed!”

  “Impressed about what,” Hanna asked, making Kara cringe at the prospect of Kitten delightedly explaining their conversation to her.

  Fortunately, Kitten didn't do that. “Lost so much weight, Mom,” Kitten lied. “Doesn't she look great? How much have you lost since we first met you?” Kitten asked.

  Kara took her h
ead out of her hands, grateful to Kitten for covering for her. “It's only one dress size,” she said, “eleven pounds.”

  “You didn't need to lose any weight,” Ron told her. “You've always looked great! Still do, of course.”

  “She probably felt she had to,” Hanna said, “since she's dating a younger man and all.”

  Kara had to fight the urge to glower at her. “I watch what I eat, of course, but I wasn't really trying to lose any weight.”

  Hanna's expression suggested she didn't believe that, “Oh, I think every woman is always trying to lose a little weight.”

  Before Kara could comment, Kitten saw an opportunity to tease Kara and come to her defense at the same time. “She didn't have to try, Mom,” she said. “She's so much more active with Ron, I'll bet the pounds just melted away.”

  Both of Kitten's twins snickered, while the other adults except Hanna and Howard smiled.

  Kitten professed her innocence. “What's so funny? They are more active! Ron's got Kara going skiing, hiking, swimming, biking...”

  As Kitten's voice trailed off, Kara stepped in to fill the void before someone could suggest something less innocent.

  “We do a lot outdoors,” she agreed. “My last boyfriend liked watching football, but now that preseason has started, Ron likes to run outside at halftime and pick up a game.”

  Kara had never really felt that athletic herself, but she'd toned her muscles since she started dating Ron and she had to admit that she liked the new look. She also appreciated that Ron never made her feel bad about being less physically fit than him.

  “You look great!” Anne told her. “I mean, not to push the age thing, but we're peers and I don't look half as good as you.”

  “Of course, you do,” Gene told her. “You look awesome, and Kara hasn't had three children.”

  “Yet,” one of the kids added in a stage whisper.

  Everyone thought that was absolutely hilarious.

  Everyone but Hanna, that is.

  “Do you want to have children, Kara?” she asked. “I don't want to be insensitive, but you are getting past normal child bearing age.”

  “Mom,” Ron said with exaggerated patience, “this isn't the dark ages anymore.” He didn't say it but that the implication was clear— back when you were having kids. “Women can safely have kids a lot later than they used to. If you're really afraid you're not going to get some grandkids out of Kara and me, then that's something you can stop worrying about.” He covered Kara's hand with his own. “If we do get married one day, you'll have some little Millers to carry on Dad's name.”

  “Oh, that is so sweet,” Kitten said in her best mocking tone. She might actually have thought it was sweet, but she never passed up an opportunity to tease someone.

  “Ron is very sweet,” Kara agreed. “He's everything a woman could ask for in a boyfriend.”

  Despite the public surroundings, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

  Ron actually blushed, which made Kitten and the others laugh some more. His fair coloring showed embarrassment much better than his family's darker looks.

  “I think we've done enough talking,” Ron said. “Why don't we all hit the slopes again? Are you coming, Dad? With a little effort, we'll have you skiing straight down the mountain instead of shoveling it with all of those snowplows.”

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  One of the few pleasant things about skiing in the company of Howard Miller was that he was a comically poor athlete. Absolutely everyone looked good in comparison to him, and Kara, who was better than competent, but nowhere near as accomplished as her younger sister, Liz, felt damn near professional by comparison.

  On the downside, he was so terrible a skier that he couldn't keep up with anyone, and Ron obviously felt bad about leaving his father alone on the slopes, so he hung back to coax and encourage his father to keep trying.

  Ron's concern for his father clearly aggravated his mother to no end. Kara felt that Hanna's unhappiness probably had its roots in the same jealousy that made her want to drive a wedge between Ron and her. But having clearly failed to win the current battle for Ron's attention, Hanna abruptly changed tactics and began to attach herself at the hip to Kara—as if they had magically become best friends.

  Not that Hanna was a substantially better athlete than her husband. She was much thinner than Howard, but only slightly less awkward on the slopes. She was good enough to stay in the general vicinity as Kara as long as she wasn't trying to speed down the mountain—which politeness now prevented Kara from doing.

  All of which explained how Kara found herself riding the ski lift with Hanna, when Ron was still halfway up the mountainside with his Dad. The clouds that had hovered on the far horizon were much closer today but they didn't feel as foreboding as the serious expression on Ron's mother's face.

  “I have been looking forward to a chance to talk alone with you for some time now, Kara,” Hanna told her as the lift started to carry them back up the mountain.

  Kara could think of nothing she would less rather do than get into a deep conversation with Hanna Miller. The woman had never been honestly warm or friendly to her and Kara truly couldn't imagine anything she wanted to talk to her about. However jumping off the ski lift at this point would have been physically dangerous and unforgivably rude, so she pretended that there was nothing she wanted more than a chance to talk with Ron's mother. “Me, too, Hanna!” she lied. “It's so nice that Ron gave us some time alone together.”

  Kara wasn't certain she had convinced Hanna, but at least the woman wouldn't be able to complain to Ron that Kara had been rude to her.

  “Ron seems very devoted to you,” Hanna observed, honing in directly on the subject Kara least wanted to discuss with her. “All of this talk about the two of you moving in together, it came as quite a surprise to me.”

  It had surprised Kara, too, something Hanna should be well aware of. “Ron's a very special man,” Kara told her. “We've been dating for just about eight months now and he's starting to think about our future together. That's a conversation we both need to have. It's unfortunate that it started here in public, but that sometimes happens with important issues. They bubble up at inopportune times because they're always on our minds.”

  “So you don't want Ron to move in with you?” Hanna asked. Her tone couldn't exactly be called hopeful, but there was an edge to it that elevated her query into something more than a simple question.

  Kara wondered if Hanna thought that there was some way in which she could use this conversation against her. “Oh, I didn't say that,” Kara told her. “I said that moving in together is an important step and Ron and I need to discuss it. Eight months is a pretty long time. I think we'll both agree that we're ready to take things to the next level.”

  “And your parents are okay with that?” Hanna asked. She didn't try and hide her own sense of disapproval.

  “Of course not!” Kara said. “My mother will be horrified, but then she's never approved of her son-in-law or any of my younger sister's boyfriends either. No one is ever going to be good enough for Mama's little girls.”

  Hanna's eyes flashed with anger. “What do you mean Ron's not good enough? Ron's—”

  “A very fine man!” Kara cut Hanna off. She should have found the transformation in Hanna's demeanor amusing, but the older woman's sense of outrage didn't equate to support for Ron and Kara's relationship. It only reinforced the notion that she found Kara unworthy of her son's affection.

  “Then why?”

  “For exactly the opposite reason that you don't approve of Ron and me,” Kara explained. “Ron is younger than I am.” She didn't add that her mother also had problems with the interracial nature of their relationship. That little tidbit embarrassed Kara too much to mention.

  She looked around at the ski slopes below them. They were about halfway back up to the top of the mountain and high above the skiers racing down. At this rate, they were never going to get to t
he top.

  “It is a big age difference,” Hanna agreed.

  Kara reached out and touched Hanna's gloved hand. “Yes, it is, Hanna, but it's not a generational age difference. Ron's not a child and while I am older, I'm not that much older than him.” Not old enough to be his mother, as you seem to think, she wanted to add. “Ron and I met at a good time, and we haven't rushed into anything. You don't have to worry about us running headlong into a mistake.”

  Again she restrained herself from tacking a barb onto the end of her sentence. Like you clearly did might be a true observation but it wouldn't be diplomatic to actually say it. Kara wondered if she could use the small opening this conversation had provided to really tackle the heart of Hanna's objection to Ron and her relationship.

  “You know, age isn't my principle concern about my long term relationship with Ron,” she said.

  “Really?” Hanna asked. From the expression on her face, Kara suspected that Hanna believed it should be her total concern regarding Ron and Kara dating.

  She would have to shatter that illusion. “It's not really your main concern either,” she said.

  “Yes, it—”

  “No, Hanna,” Kara interrupted. “It isn't! You're worried about whether I can really make Ron happy in the long term. Your concerns about our age difference really come down to wondering how compatible Ron and I will still be twenty or thirty years down the line.”

  Hanna didn't object so Kara continued. “I have a lot of personal concerns about long term relationships in general,” Kara explained. “When I was growing up, I listened to my parents fight all the time. I knew things weren't right between them but I didn't know why. Heck, if I'm being honest, I still don't really know how things went so wrong between them.”

  She knew what she was saying had to resonate with Hanna. The woman's marriage appeared to be a punishment worthy of one of Dante's circles of hell. But what Kara didn't know was if her allusion was going to make Hanna angry or help to bridge the gap between them. Unfortunately, Hanna's facial expression didn't help her figure out which way Ron's mother was leaning.