Thundersnow

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

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I looked out the window and stared at the seemingly impenetrable wall of snow that was falling outside. It was snowing so hard that while I could see the glow of the lights in the parking lot that stood between the hotel and the mall, I couldn't make out the mall itself. As I continued to stare out, a bright flash of light blinded me for a second. Only after the ensuing rumble did I realize that I had just been dazzled by lightning.

Thundersnow. Great. My grandfather used to tell me stories of the Great Thundersnow of 1973 and how it shut down part of the state for days it was so deep. How he and grandma had -

My iPhone rang and brought me back to the present. It was Mr. Netten, our speech and drama teacher. He had dropped our school's other qualifier for this year's state speech contest and me off at the hotel earlier this evening. Mr. Netten's brother lived in town, so instead of staying at the hotel, he was going to stay with his family. The plan was for him to pick us up early tomorrow morning and drive us to the event, but it was obvious from the moment we arrived that those plans were likely going to change.

The phone call was just a formality, though the fact that they had waited until nearly 10 p. m. to cancel had given me some small glimmer of hope that the show might go on. But as I'd learned the hard way over the years, hope wasn't always a good thing. As Morgan Freeman said in that old 90's prison movie, hope can drive a man insane.

"Hello Mr. Netten," I said as I answered the phone.

"Hey Cam. I'm sure you know why I'm calling," Mr. Netten said. He sounded depressed. He really did love these academic events and was pleased to have had a couple of students make State this year.

"They finally decided to call it off?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Unfortunately," Mr. Netten replied. "I don't know how they got the forecast so wrong. The important thing is you guys are safe. I'll call you after the storm is over and we'll figure out getting home. But from what I'm hearing, we might not make out of here until the day after tomorrow."

"Sounds good," I said. "Sorry they cancelled it."

"I am too," Mr. Netten said. "I really thought you especially had a chance to place this year. Oh, will you make sure Tyler knows? I left a voicemail, but would prefer being sure."

"Will do," I assured him.

As I hung up, I noted another flash of lightning out the window, followed shortly by a crack of thunder. Wrong forecast indeed. When we left for the four-hour trip this morning, light flurries with accumulations up to an inch had been predicted. Just another day that ends in "Y" here in our state. About an hour out from the hotel, "the model changed" as the weather service put it, and a significant snowfall event was being called for. But it was too late for us to turn back and not get caught in the storm.

By the time we got to the hotel, the visibility was terrible, and the roads were getting worse. It was obvious that while we hadn't heard any official word yet, the contest was going to be cancelled. Even though our hotel was just a mile or so away from the venue, a lot of schools that weren't as far away as ours were going to be coming in first thing in the morning. No way that was happening now.

When he dropped us off, Mr. Netten had offered to stay with us at the hotel. I told him he should still stay the night with his brother's family as previously planned. I had a large cooler full of sandwiches, snacks and beverages, and the hotel had free breakfast in the morning. Tyler and I would be just fine.

Shit. I told Mr. Netten I'd make sure Tyler got his message. Even though I was wearing just boxer shorts and a t-shirt, I didn't expect to run into any strangers in the hall. I walked towards the door and pulled it open to find a petite brunette with her fist paused in the air in mid-knock.

Standing five foot tall with a pixie cut and piercing ice blue eyes, she looked like a Disney fairy who'd broken bad and started an Only Fans account. She was wearing hot pink boy shorts which showed off her curves, and the tight black midriff-baring t-shirt she had on accentuated a pair of perky B cups. It was obvious from the way her nipples were standing at attention through the thin fabric that she was not wearing a bra. A Hello Kitty backpack was slung over one shoulder. She looked amazing. As always.

"Hello Tyler," I said, sighing with disapproval as she walked into the room uninvited.

"What up C?" Tyler said as she continued to stroll about my room as if she were a recently adopted cat checking out its new home. She knew I hated it when she called me "C", but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging the nickname she had bestowed on me in speech class.

I don't think Tyler and I had said a single word to each other in the last three and a half years of high school. Which, considering the size of our school and our respective stations within its hierarchy, wasn't all that surprising. It was also not that surprising that, despite having a class together for the first time ever, I still didn't register on her radar when the quarter first began. Until about two weeks ago that is. Then suddenly it was as if I was no longer an intangible being and was now instead an object for her amusement.

Not in a cruel way, mind you. But the whiplash of going from being invisible to her actually speaking to me was considerable. It was fairly harmless teasing for the most part, though she also had started saying hello to me when we passed each other in the halls. The teasing was one-sided of course, I never engaged. I knew she was playing some sort of game with me. I just hadn't figured out what it was yet, or why she was playing it.

Tyler tossed her backpack on my still made bed, then with a theatrical flourish flopped herself down right beside it.

"I see the gentleman was provided with a king bed for this evening," she said, affecting a southern accent. "While poor little old me got two queens. The scandal of it all." She began to dramatically fan herself with an imaginary hand fan in case I wasn't getting the picture she was attempting to convey.

"Luck of the draw," I said, trying not to be too obvious at how annoyed I was that she was laying on my bed. While I had fantasized about such a thing a time or twelve over the years, I knew she was just being Tyler and that the chances of anything happening between us in real life were less than zero. Still, a young man could dream, and my dreams tonight after she went back to her own room were probably going to be wet.

Perhaps it was because I knew I had no shot with her. Maybe it was because part of me was certain that she knew that I knew I had no shot with her. But for some reason, I was acting a bit colder to her than I needed to be. As I said earlier, hope can drive a man insane. And while it seemed like Tyler enjoyed teasing me, the reality was Tyler enjoyed teasing everyone. I just happened to be her most recent target for some reason.

Despite the stereotypical intimacy of our surroundings, I wasn't going to allow myself to entertain any hope of something happening between the two of us. Because not only was Tyler Henderson out of my league, we weren't even playing the same sport.

Self-described to those who knew her well as "Five Feet of Zero Fucks to Give" Tyler was an absolute force of nature at Forrest High. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and how she wanted. That's not to say she was a "mean girl." I'd never seen her be deliberately cruel to anyone, nor had I heard any stories of her being purposefully malicious. But with Tyler, there was always the possibility of collateral damage being left in her wake, and it seemed like when there was damage, she always got a pass. It was just "Tyler being Tyler."

Despite this she was considered the most popular girl in school. There were nicer girls, to be sure. There were hotter girls as well. Dawn Jensen, for example, was an absolute smoke show. But she was definitely a mean girl type with an insufferable personality. With her looks, personality and unabashed charisma, Tyler just had "it" -- whatever "it" was. "It" made all the girls want to be her, and all the boys - and even some of the girls - want to be with her.

"EARTH. TO. C!" Tyler said in her best mission control voice, interrupting my internal train of thought.

"What?" I snapped, as I struggled to put the train back on the tracks.

"You were staring at me," Tyler said. "I mean, I know why you were staring, because just look at me. I'm awesome. But you didn't answer my question."

"Which was what again?" I asked.

"What are we doing tonight for fuuuuun?" she asked, as she sat up on the bed.

"Fun? Tyler, what are you even doing here?" I asked with a hint of exasperation in my tone. I still didn't trust whatever it was she was up to. "And why are you wearing whatever that is?" I gestured towards her barely-there t-shirt and boy shorts.

She feigned a look of hurt feelings. "They're my pajamas."

"No one sleeps in that," I said, pointing once again to what few clothes she had on.

"You're right, C," Tyler said, hopping up off the bed and making her way towards my Yeti Cooler. "These are not my pajamas. These are not my pajamas because I don't wear pajamas. If you catch my meaning." She gave me an obviously over the top wink to emphasize her point.

I figuratively bit my tongue nearly bloody to avoid giving her the satisfaction of any kind of response.

Tyler pulled a Dr. Pepper, a bag of chips and a sandwich out of the cooler and made her way back to the bed and sat down on the edge. "I'm here because, like the Boy Scout you are, you have come prepared for survival. You have all the food and I, silly girl that I am, have been reduced to using my feminine wiles to charm you out of it."

"You could have just said please," I pointed out. "You didn't have to come over in your underwear just to talk me into giving you a sandwich."

Tyler looked down at herself and then up at me. "You don't like what I'm wearing?"

I bit my tongue. Literally this time.

"I will take that as a "Fuck yeah I like what you're wearing," Tyler said as she took a bite of her sandwich. "Ham and Provolone with a hint of mayo. My favorite. Lays Cheddar and Sour cream. Also, my favorite. Boy Scout has been doing his homework."

She was right. I had made a note of what kind of sandwich she typically ordered at the sandwich station at lunch and packed accordingly. But I wasn't going to admit that to her. I walked over to the cooler, grabbed some food and a beverage of my own and sat down on the other side of the bed. I turned on the TV to watch the news, which was completely focused on the storm. We mostly ate in silence as the News 7 team told us in over-the-top terms what we already knew. There was no way in hell we were getting home tomorrow.

Once the sandwiches were eaten and the news was over, I turned off the TV and stood up. "Time to call it a day," I said. "Which means it's time for you to head back to your room."

"Come on, C!" Tyler pleaded dramatically. "It's only 10:30!" She sprawled back down on the bed. "We don't have to get up tomorrow, which means we can stay up all night and watch dirty movies!"

"You are not renting porn!" I admonished. "These rooms are on the school's credit card."

"Technically, it's your name on the reservation, so YOU would be renting the porn," Tyler pointed out helpfully.

For the second time that night, I literally bit my tongue. The fact I hadn't drawn actual blood yet was a miracle.

"Fine. No porn," Tyler said petulantly. "Can I stay and watch a movie though? You have such a big bed. We'll just crawl under the covers, and you won't even know I'm here."

"I sincerely doubt that," I retorted. "But fine, you can stay and watch a movie. Just one."

Tyler grabbed the remote and dove under the covers on what she had claimed as her side of the bed. "I get to pick though!"

Deciding it was not worth the effort to fight her over what we watched, I got under the covers on my side of the bed as Tyler started flipping through channels, finally stopping on one showing two topless women making out.

"I said not to rent porn!" I hissed at Tyler as I reached for the remote. Mr. Netten was going to kill me.

"I didn't!" Tyler said indignantly, as she held the remote away from reach. "This must be one of those softcore things on Max or something." She hit the channel guide and proved her point. Relief that it wasn't a pay channel flooded through me, and it was several minutes before I realized she wasn't going to change the channel.

"So, are you planning on watching this then?" I asked.

"I am actually, yeah, thanks for asking," Tyler replied with a devious smile.

I knew I was being manipulated. I just wasn't sure to what end though. I'd been trying to figure that out since she'd come over to my room. I decided to say nothing and see what her next move was.

For the next 10 minutes we watched the women on screen make out. It wasn't hardcore by any means. It had been tastefully edited so you didn't really see anything other than their tits. But the sensuality of the scene was starting to have an effect on me. Finally, Tyler spoke again, asking a question I was quite unprepared to deal with.

"So, are you hard right now?" she asked in a serious tone.

I was, in fact, quite hard. But with the covers, there was no way she could tell. I wasn't sure what kind of response she was expecting, especially since her question lacked her usual snark. I decided to try a different approach since ignoring her hadn't been working.

"I'm a 19-year-old boy. Alone in a hotel room watching soft core porn with the hottest girl in school," I stated matter-of-factly. "Of course I'm hard."

Tyler smiled, "You think I'm hot?"

"You're kidding, right?" I shot back.

"A lady likes to hear it from time to time," Tyler said, affecting her southern drawl once again.

For the first time in what had to be forever, Tyler seemed to express some genuine shyness as she asked her next question. "Soooo, can I see it?"

I was so taken aback by her request that a simple one-word response was the best I could do.

"Why?"

We were laying on our sides now, still under the covers, but with our faces mere inches apart. I noticed Tyler's face was a little flushed. Was it excitement or embarrassment? "I heard you were, well, rather big. And I'm curious to see for myself."

"And who exactly told you that I was big?" I asked. My high-school sex life had been essentially non-existent for the most part. That is with one recent exception.

"Jamie Holden," Tyler said quickly.

Jamie Holden was one half of the infamous Holden Twins. She and her sister Jessie were quite popular with the boys at Forrest High. To put it succinctly, it wasn't hard to score a "Holden One" with either of them. The real goal, realized by a lucky few, was to score a "Holden Two." Like most of the guys in school, fantasizing about a threesome with the twins was just that. A fantasy. Until two weeks ago, when Jaime and Jessie invited me over to party at their house. Considering how reserved I am, I was surprised to be invited to one of their parties. Imagine how surprised I was when, after working up the courage to attend, I found out I was the only invited guest.

The twins were cousins of my best friend Matt. He and I had PE together this year, which meant being in the locker room with a bunch of other guys. At some point Jamie and Jessie had asked him who had the biggest cock in school and he had told them how well-endowed I was. Jamie and Jessie had decided they wanted to see it for themselves and came up with the fake party idea.

While I was very inexperienced and shy around girls, I wasn't stupid. When the twins explained exactly why they had invited me over, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity their curiosity had provided me.

"And what exactly did Jamie say about me?" I asked Tyler.

"She said you were so big that neither she nor Jessie could take you," Tyler replied. "Coming from Jamie that's saying something. So, I decided this weekend would be the perfect opportunity to see for myself if she's full of shit or not."

Jamie had not been exaggerating. After trying several different positions, Jamie had given up on taking my virginity. After seeing her twin sister's abject failure, Jessie hadn't been willing to even try. Both made a half-hearted attempt at giving me a blowjob, but they deemed that an impossible task as well.

"My evening with the twins certainly didn't go as hoped," I admitted. "But I got a nice hand-job out it, so not a total loss."

"I heard it was a hands-job," Tyler said, putting an emphasis on the word hands. I didn't laugh. "So, what's a girl got to do to see this beast of myth and legend?"

It was then I was struck with a sudden realization. "Is this why you started talking to me in class?" I asked.

"Are you complaining?" she asked in return.

My cock, still somewhat restrained by my boxers, started to throb. THE Tyler Robinson was asking to see it, and it was as if it knew its presence had been requested. As much as the prospect of being with the Holden Twins had excited me, the possibility of being Tyler was levels beyond. So much so that I started to tremble a little bit. I hoped she didn't notice.

"How about the old, I'll show you mine if you show me yours then?" Tyler said, as she sat up in bed and peeled off her t-shirt. Her breasts were perfectly sized for her petite frame, topped with two perfectly pink nipples that were currently hard with what I hoped was Tyler's own excitement for the moment at hand.

After a few minutes of admiring Tyler's beauty, I laid back down on my back and tossed the cover completely off the bed.

"Jesus, C," Tyler whispered. She was staring at the large bulge in my shorts.

Without a word, I slipped my boxers down a few inches and released my cock. Free of restraint, it was now fully erect, pulsating in time to my heartbeat, as if it were a separate living thing of its own.

Tyler let out a long, slow breath and moved closer to me on the bed to get a better look.

"Holy shit, C," she concluded after a careful and thorough visual inspection. "It's not just long, it's as thick as a Dr. Pepper can. How big are you? Have you measured it?"

I was a 19-year-old boy with what I knew, from being in a locker room with other guys, was a larger than average sized penis. Of course I had measured it. But I wasn't going to admit that to Tyler. But, when using my mom's flexible measuring tape, I had determined that I was 8 and half inches in length and just about 7 inches in girth.

"No," I lied. Hoping she believed me. "It's more like a 12 oz can of Red Bull as far as girth."

"So, you HAVE measured it," she said with a teasing smile.

"Just judging by how it feels in my hand size-wise," I replied, not realizing the implication of my statement.

"So, do you masturbate a lot?" she asked.

"Do you?" I shot back, catching her off guard.

"Touché," Tyler replied. "And the answer is yes by the way."

She smiled her dazzling pixie smile. "Have you ever thought about me while doing it?"

I realized I was the one now flushing with embarrassment, so there was no point in lying. "Sometimes," I admitted. She seemed pleased with my answer.

"What now?" I asked.

"Well, there's really only one thing to do," Tyler said, sounding almost resigned.

"What's that?" I asked.

She put her hand on her chin as if contemplating a decision of great importance. "I'm going to have to ride that," she said, pointing at my cock.

"You don't sound all that enthused," I said, as my hopes for the evening faded a bit.

"Honestly, I'm scared to death," Tyler said. "If that magnificent bitch Jamie couldn't take you, I don't know what makes me think that I can. But I'd regret it until my dying day if I didn't try.

"I'll follow your lead," I said, my excitement growing. "But for obvious reasons I don't have a condom."

"It's okay," Taylor said. "I'm on the pill. But we're going to need lots of lube and lots of foreplay. I think that was Jamie's mistake. Not enough foreplay. Have you gone down on a girl before?"

"Jessie let me eat her out after they got me off," I replied.

"Did she cum?" Taylor asked bluntly.

"Yes," I replied.

"Good enough," Taylor said. "Get your shorts the rest of the way off, take your t-shirt off to and let's get started."

As I took my shirt and my boxers off and set them aside, Taylor slid her boy shorts off to reveal her beautiful, shaved pussy. As she lay there, I paused for a moment to drink all of her in.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"Just admiring the view," I replied.

"You're sweet, C. Now kiss me," she ordered.

As I dutifully complied, she guided my hand to her pussy. She was wet and slick with anticipation as I slipped a finger inside of her. Our kisses built in intensity until I felt like she was trying to devour me whole, then suddenly she broke away and looked me in the eyes.

"Eat me, C." she said. "Make me cum."

I slowly worked my way down her body with my tongue. I spent several minutes teasing each of her amazing breasts and then made my way down to her belly button and finally to her perfect pussy. She arched with pleasure as my tongue made first contact with her clit, which I continued to tease for several minutes before spreading her pussy wide and eating her with abandon.

Her breathing began to hitch and gasp a bit, which I assumed meant she was getting close. I went back to licking and biting and sucking at her swollen clit.

"Oh my God, C!" Tyler gasped as her orgasm took hold of her.

I moved back to give her a chance to recover, but she quickly wrapped herself around me and began kissing me passionately. After a few minutes, she finally came up for air.

"So, I guess I did okay then?" I asked.

"Shut up," she shot back with a grin. "Maybe I just like the taste of myself."

"Kinky," I replied with a grin of my own.

"Oh sweetie, if you only knew," Tyler said as she started digging her in her Hello Kitty Backpack and pulled out a bottle of Astro Glide.

She squirted some of the lube into her hand and then started rubbing her hands together as she moved back towards me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Getting you ready," she said, as she placed a hand on my cock. Her touch was electric. "Jesus, I'm not even close to being able to wrap one hand around you."

"If it makes you feel any better, I can't quite either," I deadpanned.

Tyler rolled her eyes dramatically as she continued to stroke my cock, adding more lube and now using both hands. After a few minutes she passed me the bottle. "Now you do me."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You felt pretty slick earlier."

Tyler stuck her tongue out at me as she lay back on the bed and slowly spread her legs and beckoned me towards her.

I poured some lube into my hands and rubbed them together to warm it up. Tyler's eyes locked with mine as I began to work the Astro Glide deep into her pussy, first with one finger and then slowly adding two and then, at her request, three. We stared at each other in silence as I continued to work my fingers deeper into. The only sound was that of her wetness, and the occasional rumble of thunder.

After a few minutes, Tyler sat up. There was a look of determination on her pixie-like features. "Well, let's get to it," she said, as if she were about to engage in some kind of life or death struggle. She pushed me back down onto the bed and moved to straddle me.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Just lay there and be quiet," came her stern reply as raised herself up so that the entrance to her slit was just above the tip of my cock. "I need to concentrate."

Tyler closed her eyes and slowly began to lower herself down. I could feel the head of my cock start to slide in, until it got to the thicker part where it met the shaft and started to meet resistance. Instead of trying to force it, Tyler raised herself back up ever so slightly and then lowered herself back down. She repeated this several times, slowly taking more of me into her each time. She made an effort to control her breathing but failed. Her breath came in short gasps as she continued working to slowly but surely completely impale herself on me.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably closer to five minutes, Tyler had managed what, after my experience with the Holdens, I thought to be impossible. She had taken all of me. The pressure on my cock was exquisite as I could feel her vaginal muscles flexing around it.

She opened her ice-blue eyes and looked down at me and smiled but said nothing as she sat completely still, trying to catch her breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked, unable to remain silent any longer.

"Yeah," she said. "I can't actually believe I took all of you. Suck it, Jaime Holden."

"She couldn't do that either," I quipped, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. "How are you feeling?"

"Full doesn't begin to describe it," Tyler said. "I think you might be pushing up against my pancreas right now, C." I was pretty sure she was joking, but Tyler always had a way of making you wonder.

"What now?" I asked.

"Now I try and fuck you," Tyler said matter-of-factly. She reached for my arms which were still down at my sides. "Put your hands on my waist, but you are to only help steady me as I move up and down. You are absolutely under no circumstance to try to help push me back down," she said as if speaking to a child. "You will kill me doing that."

I did as she asked and helped guide her as she slowly moved up on my cock. Her pussy maintained an iron grip on me as she did so. After raising herself up about six inches, she then reversed her movements and started slowly moving back down until she fully engulfed me once more.

We continued at this slow pace for several minutes, but as we did so I could see a look of frustration starting to build on Tyler's face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"This isn't working," she said as she stopped riding me. "I don't think I can build a fast enough rhythm to get me off and you don't look like you're very close, either," she said with sigh.

It was true. While I was enjoying myself immensely, an orgasm felt miles away. Our efforts so far felt about as intimate as a science experiment.

"So, giving up then?" I asked dejectedly.

"No," she replied. "I'm giving in."

"How so?" I asked, unsure of what she meant.

Tyler slowly eased herself off me and laid down on the bed with another sigh of resignation.

"You're going to have do the work, C." she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"No," Tyler said with a glimmer of fear in her eyes as she glanced at my cock. "But we're going to try anyway."

Tyler spread her legs and helped guide me in. I replicated the process she'd employed earlier. Sliding in an inch or so, then pulling back, then sliding in a little further the next time. It went much easier and faster than before, but she was still incredibly tight. Finally, after a minute or so, I was all the way in.

"Slow to start with, C." Tyler said. "I'll tell you when to speed up."

I started at about the same pace Tyler had been riding me at earlier, but that didn't last long.

"A little faster," she whispered. I obeyed.

"Faster," she demanded again a few minutes later. Tyler uttered a small cry as I increased my pace.

Concerned that I had hurt her, I slowed my pace, "Are you okay?"

"You're splitting me in half," she said with what seemed to be a mix of pain and pleasure.

"I'm sorry, I'll stop," I said, as I began to pull out of her.

Tyler grabbed both sides of my face with her hands, her eyes flashing with anger and desire. "I will tell you when and if to stop. If you stop otherwise, I will kill you." She gasped as I immediately thrust all the way back into her tight wetness. But she didn't let go of my face.

"I want this for you, Cam," she said, her tone low, husky and serious. And, for the first time that I could recall, she had used my actual name as well. "I want it for me too. I want you to let go. Let go and just fuck me. I can take it."

I pushed her legs back a bit to give myself a better angle and then pulled her towards me. I was as deep as I could possibly go into her.

"Are you sure?" I asked one last time.

"Yes," she said nodding her head. "Please fuck me." She was pleading now.

I began thrusting my cock in and out of her, building up speed until I found a rhythm that suited me. The sounds Tyler was making were thick, guttural, animal sounds as she closed her eyes and threw her arms out to her sides, grabbing the top sheet in both hands with a death grip that turned her knuckles white.

Suddenly her eyes flew open, her back arched and I felt her pussy clamp down even tighter around me than I thought possible. She bit down on the back of her hand to stifle a cry. It was enough to send me over the edge myself and I nearly blacked out as my cock spasmed over and over within her.

We remained connected together for several seconds after, neither of us moving. The room was completely silent, except for our breathing and the sound of now distant thunder. Suddenly Tyler gripped my face in her hands again and shuddered uncontrollably for nearly half a minute.

"What was that?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

She sighed and smiled. "I believe, my dear sweet boy, I just had an orgasmic aftershock."

"Is that a good thing?" I asked hesitantly.

She pulled me down towards her and kissed me. "Fuck yeah, it is."

I smiled and started to push myself up and out of her, going slowly so as not to hurt her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Tyler said sternly as she grabbed hold of my shoulders to keep me from pulling out any further. "You can't just pull out after that."

"Why not?" I asked, clearly not understanding her sudden concern.

"You just pumped what felt like five gallons of cum into me," she said, as if she were explaining to a four-year-old why they shouldn't touch a hot stove. "It's going to come gushing out of me as soon as you pull out and trust me, we are not going to want to sleep in this bed if that happens."

Tyler gestured to my t-shirt which was still hanging off the edge of the bed. "Hand me that."

She must have sensed my hesitation, "What's wrong? You like that t-shirt or something?"

"It's one of my lucky shirts," I explained sheepishly as I handed to it her. The Star Wars logo on the front was faded, but still legible. "I always wear it the night before something important in hopes it brings me luck."

"I'd say it worked," Tyler said, as she gave it a symbolic kiss. "But it's time for it to take one for the team."

Tyler placed the t-shirt between her legs and looked up at me. "Go quick."

I pulled out and looked down as she quickly jammed the t-shirt beneath herself. It wasn't five gallons, and it didn't gush, but I was amazed at the amount of cum that was slowly oozing out of her gaping pussy.

"Kinda hot, isn't it?" she asked as she propped herself up on her elbows. I just nodded and continued to stare.

After a few minutes, the flow seemed to subside and Tyler hopped out of bed and quickly headed into the bathroom, still clutching my t-shirt to her pussy.

I lay there on my back, listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, my cock still semi-hard despite its recent exertions. I was still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened when Tyler came back out and handed me a warm, wet towel. She turned off the light, but I could still see her silhouette in the glow of the bathroom's built-in nightlight.

"I rinsed your shirt out and left it soaking in the sink." She said, climbing back into bed. "You might be able to salvage it. Or at least keep it as souvenir to show our kids someday." I heard a smile in the tone of her voice, but oddly no sarcasm.

As I finished cleaning myself up, she fluffed up a pillow, threw an arm over my chest and snuggled her petite frame into me. As she rested her pixie face on my shoulder, she sighed and slowly closed her eyes.

"Tyler?" I asked.

"Yes, Cam?" she said, her eyes still closed.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a whisper, afraid that I might ruin whatever it was that was happening right now.

"I am going to sleep," she said, as if what she was doing was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Shouldn't you do that in your room?" I asked, still whispering. "What if Mr. Netten comes to pick us up early tomorrow and finds you here?"

She sighed as she snuggled closer. "First, if he did find me here, he would give you a high five." I chuckled a bit as she continued. "Second, you know as well as I do that we're not going anywhere tomorrow. You and I are going to be here in this room together all day. I will graciously eat the rest of the food you brought for me and in return, you will fuck me until I can no longer walk correctly. You okay with that?"

"So, you're just interested in me for my food," I said with mock accusation, as I rolled on my side towards her.

"Actually, I was just thinking that I'm probably going to end up marrying you," she replied. My heart skipped a beat.

"That seems a bit sudden," I said. Then I silently screamed at myself for the inherent stupidity of my reply.

She sighed again as she grabbed my free arm and wrapped it around herself. "Fine. We'll go to prom, graduate, pick a college we both like, get engaged, graduate again, then we will get married. Now, can we please go to sleep?"

A thousand questions flooded my thoughts. Was she kidding about prom? Surely, she wasn't serious about getting married, was she? Wait, did she say, "our kids?" But as a new round of thunder began to draw closer, I decided the questions could wait until tomorrow and that, maybe, hope wasn't such a bad thing after all.