(A Not So) Silent Night

This story is based on real events as related to me by a member involved. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. As always, any comments are deeply appreciated!

Grey skies above looked like any other you'd see on an average winter afternoon outside Milwaukee. A forest green sedan hugged the corners of the backroads easily. The first few flakes that heralded the blizzard barely touched the windshield before evaporating. Inside the car, the heat was on full blast.

"Can we turn the heat off, please?" said a young woman in the passenger seat. She had shoulder-length auburn hair and was wearing a long, thick black coat.

"We're almost there. Besides, you always complain it's too cold," said the young man behind the wheel. He was wearing a baseball cap, Milwaukee Bucks hoodie, and jeans.

"There's a fine line between cold and the surface of the sun," she said.

The young man rolled his eyes and, while keeping one hand on the wheel, leaned across her seat to crack her window down an inch. She yelped and slapped him with a thermal-gloved hand. Withdrawing his hand, he gave her thigh a squeeze, eliciting another yelp and another light slap on the arm.

"And none of THAT tonight," she said. She cast a deep frown at him.

"I know, I know," he said. "That's why I have to get it all out now. Hey, we're in the middle of nowhere... wanna pull over and do it behind a tree?"

She continued her stern look.

"Relax, I'm joking!" he said.

"You mention it so much, I'm starting to think you're not joking, Mitch," she said.

He slowly drifted his hand to her thigh as he heard a sharp intake of breath. Instead of pinching, he patted her lap gently.

"I promise I'm just joking," he said. "And I promise no funny business until we get back home... alone."

Mitchell and Katie had been dating for about 6 months. They bumped into each other at their college library, and Mitch was so smitten he asked her out on the spot. Katie declined, but a week later, by happenstance, they ran into each other again and she asked him out this time. This is Katie's first relationship, so she has been very shy and, at first, Mitchell had been perfectly understanding. It took her three months to let him get to second base and another two to let him see her naked. On his twenty-first birthday, she had turned scarlet from embarrassment as she performed a strip tease for him but was too shy to finish. Since then, she blew off any physical advances.

"Okay, honey," she said. "But, remember, I didn't even get naked in front of girls in gym class in high school; I'm not going to be in my birthday suit in public in winter!"

Mitch was about to make a remark that probably would have irked Katie but he was saved by the driveway. The sedan pulled in front of a two-story home with an attached garage. There was nothing else but farmland and trees in any direction. An older model red pickup truck sat in the driveway while a black hatchback slept cozily in the garage.

Mitch turned the engine off and leaned over to kiss Katie. She recoiled.

"Honey, don't smear my makeup!" she said. Now it was Mitch's turn to roll his eyes.

"Okay, but I'm gonna find you and kiss you later," he said. "When you least expect it," Katie sighed.

"Fine. Any last-minute advice for me?" she asked.

"Just be yourself," he said with a grin.

Mitch got out of the truck and went around to the passenger side and opened the door for Katie. He took her hand and helped her up out of the car. He kissed her gloved hand before relinquishing it. Katie's lip curled in disgust.

"You know I never wash these, right?" she asked.

"That's okay, I don't brush my teeth," he said and made a face. Katie closed her eyes and looked skyward while balling her fists. Mitch put his hands on her shoulders and pivoted her to face him.

"Everything's gonna be okay," he said. "Sorry. I know you're nervous, but the fact is, they're gonna love you. And not just because I love you. You're wonderful." Katie opened her eyes, which were now brimming with tears.

"I love you too," she said. She then punched him lightly on the arm. "And I told you not to ruin my makeup." Mitch ran his hands down her arms to her hands and interlocked their fingers. He leaned slowly towards her, but before their lips met, he again made a goofy face. Katie once again rolled her eyes, but this time with a barely suppressed smile.

The couple walked hand-in-hand up the pathway, hopped up onto the wooden porch, and rang the doorbell. Mitch looked around aimlessly as Katie's stare bore a hole into the wall of the house. Within a few moments, footsteps could be heard approaching the door, and then they abruptly stopped.

"Aw crap," came a muffled female voice from inside the house. "My hands are full, but the door's unlocked. Can you get it? Sorry."

Mitch chuckled, opened the front door, and stepped through. He turned his head around and nodded for Katie to come inside as well. She took a deep breath and hesitantly walked through the threshold, out of the chill air and into the heat of the home.

Katie saw Mitch taking off his hat and hoodie, revealing a Bachman Turner Overdrive t-shirt, and hanging them on the coat rack. He stretched an arm out towards her to take her coat. Katie couldn't get her coat off fast enough. The house was sweltering; Katie felt her face was flushed and swore she could almost see heat lines in the air. Katie hastily unbuttoned her coat and handed it to Mitch along with her gloves.

Katie was wearing a white, cashmere sweater over a black, long-sleeved top. A knee-length skirt covered her black leggings that ended in flats. Removing her coat did nothing to alleviate the heat, and every cell in her body was screaming for her to run back outside where it was cool. She, instead, swallowed hard and was determined to tough it out. She felt Mitch's hand on the small of her back as he cocked his head towards her.

"You okay?" he mouthed with a puzzled look. She stared back at him, and before she could answer, a woman walked into the room.

This woman had dark hair in the shape of a bob and large-framed black glasses. Her thick arms were outstretched in jubilation upon seeing her visitors. She was wearing a lilac-colored tank top with a black bra underneath that did very little to suppress the large, pale flesh of her cleavage. Her black leggings hugged similarly thick thighs and ran all the way down to her fuzzy slippers. She beamed.

"You made it!" the woman exclaimed. She ran over and practically tackled Mitch, who grunted at the force of the large woman.

"Yeah, just in time too," he said. "Snow looks like it's starting to stick."

"Well, don't you worry," she said. "If worse comes to worst, we have a spare mattress for you all ready to go. I assume you'll be okay sharing one." At this last comment she turned to Katie and winked at her. Katie missed this as she was gawking at the woman's chest flesh struggling to stay restrained.

"Well, now, you're a quiet one, ain'tcha?" the woman. At this, Katie snapped out of her funk.

"Sorry, I was just marveling at what a lovely home you have!" Katie said.

"Oh, thank you, you're too kind," she said. "Ryan promised me a ring, a house, and a bun in the oven by the time I was twenty-five; two out of three ain't bad! And, let me tell ya, the last one ain't for lack of trying!"

Internally, Katie was aghast that a complete stranger would make a comment to her like this. Does Mitch talk like this when she's not around?

"Well, I wish you the best of luck," Katie said. "And that's a beautiful ring to match your gorgeous home!" Katie winced internally, afraid she was laying it on a little thick.

"Oh, this old thing?" the woman giggled, flaunting the rock on her finger. The woman turned and looked at Mitch. "Ain't she just the sweetest thing? You better treat her right."

"Sorry, let me introduce you," Mitch said. "Katie, this is Amanda. She's my best friend's wife. Amanda, this is Katie. She's the best thing that ever happened to me."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Katie said. She extended her hand. Amanda stepped in, wrapped her arms around her, and gave her the tightest bear hug of her life. Katie thought her eyes were going to pop out. She felt Amanda's hands roaming over her body before she let go of the hug.

"And make sure you feed her right," Amanda said. "She is skinny as a rail. Luckily, not my Ryan's type or else I'd be afraid a cutie like you'd steal him from me."

Katie's head was swimming. She didn't know whether to be offended or violated. The heat was suffocating and she felt pinpricks of sweat running up and down her body. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find the words.

"Can I offer either of you anything to drink?" Amanda asked. Katie instinctively wanted to politely decline but her mouth was dry as a bone. Instead, she just coughed and shook her head. Mitchell gave her another brief, puzzled glance before lifting his hand towards Amanda and saying, "Beer me!"

Amanda led the couple into the dining room where they sat down at a large, round wooden table. The lights on the ceiling fan above seemed blindingly bright to Katie, so she tried to look away. Amanda returned shortly with a cold can for Mitch.

"Ice cold, right from the garage," Amanda said proudly. Katie looked at the can enviously. "Ryan's out there working on my wagon. Well, at least he was up until you both showed up. "Amanda threw Katie another wink. Katie smiled pleasantly.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can get you?" she continued. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour but I don't know the last time you both ate." Katie was tempted to ask for a cold shower but didn't know which of the two of them needed it more.

"Nah, we're good," Mitch said. "We can wait an hour. We'll just go chat with Ryan. Unless you'd rather st--"

Katie was already up out of her seat. She put on a fake smile.

"Honey, this is your best friend," she said. "Of course I want to meet him." Out in the cold garage, she said internally.

"Great!" Mitch said with a smile. "It's right through the kitchen and laundry room."

Mitch took Katie by the hand and led her into the kitchen. Katie braced herself, but somehow it seemed to be cooler when they walked past the oven. This is absurd, Katie thought. How can they be comfortable in this heat? Mitch and Katie finally reached the garage and she had to keep herself from weeping tears of joy when the first blast of air brought goosebumps to her neck. The garage itself carried the chill of the outdoors.

A wide man was bent over the engine block of a car with its hood up. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans, both covered in oil, grease and other stains. Turning to face Katie and Mitchell, she saw he had a great bushy beard and not much hair on top. His arms were thicker than Katie's waist and his hands would be more accurately described as paws. They got to work wiping themselves clean on a nearby rag.

"Hey, you made it!" the man said. He gave Mitch a hug and faced Katie. "And who is this beauty?"

"Hi, I'm Katie," she said with a smile. "It's nice to meet you."

"You don't have to get all dolled up for us," he said.

"Actually, she just walks around looking that good," Mitch said. Katie blushed.

Mitch and Ryan began chatting and Katie stood nearby, listening intently. She didn't feel like a third wheel at all. She felt good. She felt really good, in fact. Almost lightheaded. It wasn't long before she had to brace herself against the wall to keep from falling down. Ryan glanced at her and looked concerned.

"You okay?" he asked. Katie nodded with a weak smile. Mitchell rushed to her side.

"Hey, talk to me," he said. "When's the last time you ate?"

Katie furrowed her brow. She couldn't remember and trying to recall made her head hurt.

"Let's get you back in the house," Ryan said. "Maybe the fumes are bothering you."

Katie wanted to cry but she wasn't sure if it was from her ever-increasing headache or the thought of entering the blast furnace that was the main house. The men both got on either side of her and led her back into the home. Mitch's hands stayed on her waist and she was surprised he didn't go for a booty grab. When Ryan's large hand placed upon her back, she felt tingles along her spine.

Soon, they were back in the kitchen. Amanda turned to face them with a big smile, which quickly dropped as soon as she saw Katie.

"What's wrong with the poor girl?" she asked. "I bet it's those damn chemicals in the garage again." Ryan sheepishly avoided his wife's glare.

Katie was led to the dining room and placed in the same chair as earlier.

"Can I get you anything?" Amanda asked. Katie licked her dry lips.

"I hate to be a bother," Katie said. "But I have a bit of a migraine."

"Don't worry, hun," Amanda said. "I've got just the thing."

Amanda disappeared into the kitchen momentarily and returned with a glass of water and a small orange pill.

"It's what I always take when I feel like you do," Amanda said. Katie looked curiously at the orange pill. It wasn't one she recognized; however, anything would be better than this. She took the pill and chugged the water. Amanda blinked in surprise. She turned her gaze towards Mitch.

"The poor girl is thirsty," Amanda said. "Between the chemicals, the thirst, and the heat and cold, it's no wonder she has a headache. You should treat her better." Now it was Mitch's turn to look embarrassed.

Amanda led Katie up out of the chair and into the living room and Katie gasped. In one corner was a massive coal furnace, the source of the interminable heat in the home. Amanda laid Katie on the couch nearby and covered her with a blanket.

"Now you rest up here," she said. "I'll bring you some more water and get you when dinner is ready." Amanda left for the kitchen, where she began to berate the men.

Katie was sweltering. Temples throbbed as her body boiled in the heat. She wanted to make a good first impression for her boyfriend's best friend and his wife so badly. As she lay there with her eyes closed, the room seemed to spin and she passed out.

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An hour later, Mitch was the one who tried to rouse Katie from her slumber. As he rocked her gently, he looked out of the window and noticed snow had completely covered everything in a few inches of powdery white.

"Guess we're staying here tonight," he muttered to himself. "Katie... honey... can you get up? Dinner's ready."

A soft groan emanated from beneath the blankets on the couch as he hoisted her upwards. She sat with her head bent forward, as if it were too heavy for her little frame. He took her hands in his and kissed her forehead; she was no longer burning up.

"Let's go, beautiful," he said. "We've got grub and water waiting for you."

Katie silently nodded her head, her eyes still closed. She stretched her arms up above his head. Mitch raised an eyebrow.

"You want me to pick you up?" he asked. She nodded her head. Now Mitch was even more puzzled. She never acted this way even in private.

Taking her hands in his, he helped her up off the couch. She tumbled forward and mashed her face into his chest. Gripping her hips firmly, he steadied her a moment before he felt her dainty hands on his. Usually, she would often remove his hands from her body even when wrapped around her waist so Mitch instinctually recoiled. To his surprise, her fingers interlocked with his and pressed him firmly into her soft flesh through her pants. She felt warm and he had an urge to squeeze more but at that moment Amanda walked into the room.

"How's she doing?" Amanda asked. She wrung her hands concerningly.

"She seems... fine," Mitch said. "A little out of it from her nap but otherwise okay." He gently freed his hands from Katie's and she seemed almost reluctant to let go. Amanda strode over and felt Katie's head with the back of her hand.

"She's not hot," Amanda said. "At least, not on the outside. That pill did the trick, huh?"

Amanda tilted Katie's chin upwards and scrutinized her face. Katie's eyes snapped open, bright and clear. She had a bit of dried drool on the corner of her mouth.

"I'll take her upstairs and get her washed up for dinner," Amanda said. "You go sit down and make yourself comfortable." Amanda and Katie disappeared up the steps as Mitch sat down next to Ryan at the dining room table.

Minutes later, the girls walked into the dining room.

"Good Lord," Ryan muttered under his breath as he saw them enter. Mitch turned his head.

Amanda and Katie now stood in the doorway waiting to be appraised. Both had changed into pajamas. Amanda looked uneasy and was blushing heavily. Her pajamas were made for a Midwestern winter, long and thick with a striped design. They fit her perfectly and were loose enough so she could move.

Katie's pajamas were another story entirely. The green top hung loosely with a dangerously low neckline. The sleeves were so long that they swallowed the hand completely and looked like an anteater's snout. The bottoms, however, were the cause of Ryan's exultation.

Katie's body was hidden earlier by her cardigan but now in these pajamas her figure was on full display. Her slender neck and torso continued downwards to her waist and then flared out to large hips. Seams on the pajama bottoms were so taught that they practically screamed. The bottoms ended about mid-calf as it ran out of material. All in all, they looked spray-painted on.

Mitch was in shock. Katie wouldn't wear something so scandalous in the privacy of her home, let alone amongst guests. Katie was especially sensitive about her body due to being bullied in high school. Katie was rail-thin until her senior year when over the summer her hips, thighs and ass filled out. Her classmates would tease her, calling her "big booty Judy" and other similar names. They would step comically far back when she would pass in the halls and occasionally imitate the sounds of a truck backing up.

"I thought she'd be more comfortable in pajamas but..." Amanda trailed off as Katie took her seat at the table. There was an awkward silence until Mitch built up the courage to break it.

"How do you feel, hun?" he asked. Katie beamed brilliantly at him.

"Great!" she said. "Thanks to Amanda, I feel soooo much better!"

Amanda flashed her a pained smile and then went into the kitchen to get the food. Before long, all four of them were happily having a hearty dinner. In between bites they talked about their daily lives and told amusing anecdotes. On a few occasions, the men would ask one of the ladies to pass them a plate and Katie would excitedly volunteer. She then would lean over the table to dish something out, letting her top's neckline hang low and give anyone a straight view down her chest. If it wasn't evident before, it was now obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. In order to be polite, Ryan started reaching for things himself.

"That coal furnace feels so good coming in from the outside," Katie said. "It must be tough to get out of bed on cold days with that thing."

"Oh yes," Amanda said. "Sometimes, on really bitter nights, Ryan and I will sleep on a spare mattress directly in front of it."

"Doesn't it get too hot?" Katie asked. Amanda blushed.

"Well," she began. "Usually if it gets too hot, we just throw the blankets off since we're not wearing anything." Ryan's ears and cheeks flushed crimson.

"Really!?" Katie asked. "That sounds so much fun!" Mitch was about to remark that Katie always slept in baggy sweats at his apartment but thought better of it.

"Judging by the roads, tonight will be one of those nights," Ryan said. "Roads probably won't be clear till sunrise anyhow. You two can have our bed."

"You don't have to do that," Mitch said. "Katie doesn't mind the couch and heaven knows how many nights I've slept on that floor over the years. You two deserve to sleep in your own bed."

"I won't have it," Amanda said. "If word got out that I made our guests sleep on the floor, I'd never live it down."

"Pleeeeeeease," Katie said. "My nap earlier was like the best nap ever! I promise I won't tell anyone! What happens on Maple Drive, stays on Maple Drive!" Katie winked at Amanda. Amanda sighed and looked at Mitch who merely shrugged.

"May I please be excused for the restroom?" Mitch asked rhetorically as he got up from his chair. Katie got up as well.

"I'll show you where it is!" she exclaimed. Mitch began to tell her that he'd been using that particular toilet since he was 10 but decided against it. He followed Katie to the stairs and stared in awe as she began to ascend.

From behind, Katie's ass was clearly defined in the tight pajamas. The fabric was stretched so thin that he could easily determine she was not wearing any underwear. Her butt jiggled slightly with every step, almost begging to be smacked. Mitch was so entranced that when she stopped suddenly, he almost went nose first in between her cheeks. He looked up and saw her head half-turned to him, playfully grinning.

"Like what you see?" she asked. Before Mitch could formulate a retort, she began sprinting the rest of the way. Mitch arrived at the top of the landing a second after and was breathing a little harder. Katie was giggling for a few seconds then strode up to him. She cocked her head to the side and looked him in the eyes.

"You're acting weird," she said. Mitch sputtered.

"I'M acting weird!?" he asked. "You're the one... bouncing all over the place!" He gestured to her hips and she rolled her eyes in response.

"We're sleeping over," she said. "You don't actually expect me to sleep in a sweater, do you? Or maybe, you would prefer something else..."

At this she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pajamas and slowly began to tug them downward. Mitch's mouth went dry and he could feel his heart thudding in his chest. Katie bit her lip and spun around, giving him a perfect view of her generous backside. Elastic stretched and tightened as it crested her pale cheeks while Katie studied her boyfriend's face as she looked over her shoulder. A few seconds more and the bottoms would slide over her ass and crumple to the floor.

Mitch's trance was broken when he realized they were at the top of the stairs and any moment their hosts could walk by. Panicking, he stumbled forward into her, taking her deeper into the hallway. She giggled and tugged the pants down another inch. As he steadied himself, his rough, large hands overlaid hers and the giggling stopped.

They both froze. Looking down his chest, he could see the cute, chestnut-brown crown of her head, the slender and soft nape of her neck, her narrow back and finally the bare, ivory flesh of her rear complete with two dimples staring back at him. A slight tug caused his fingers to interlace with hers and she gasped slightly. Those same fingers tried to pull her pants back up but she locked her arms and started to tauntingly nuzzle the back of her head into the divot of his chest. Fighting a losing battle, Mitch tried another approach.

His fingertips trailed over her hands onto her waist and glided over her hip bones and threatened to disappear below her waistband. Katie's breathing, which had been increasing rapidly, was now caught in her throat. Mitch's right hand began it's slow but careful slide over the soft flesh just below her navel as his left hand began to snake upwards under her shirt. The former slowed when it felt the soft fuzz and the latter began drawing circles around her belly button. Katie's soft lips started wordlessly begging "Please" but no sound came out.

Before Mitch's finger could crest over Katie's ridge, he paused. Despite his own blood rushing through his ears, he could hear Katie's heart thumping a mile a minute in her chest. Realizing that it was up to him to stop them from crossing a line in his best friend's hallway, he began, once again, sliding his fingertips along her body; this time, however, they were sliding along her waist towards her rear. Fingertips along her flesh turned into palms pressed against her intoxicating body as his hands were soon traveling around her thighs. Eventually, they came to rest on her ass which prompted a giggle from Katie. Mitch nearly wanted to cry feeling his favorite part of his girlfriend, something she frequently hides away from even him, literally in the palm of his hands and knowing he had to stop them from going further. He bent downward and rested his forehead on her shoulder.

"Gosh, I love this incredible ass," Mitch said. "But we have to get back to the table." He withdrew his hands from her pajamas and used them to spin her around to face him. Katie had tears in her eyes while looking up at him.

"Nobody has ever told me that my butt is incredible before," she said. "And they certainly never said they loved it." Katie was biting her lip to stop from sobbing.

"Nobody ever told you they loved you," he said. "Until me."

Katie buried her face in Mitch's chest and silently sobbed. Mitch held her close with one arm and stroked her hair tenderly with the other.

"I love all of you," he said. "Don't forget that."

Katie lifted her face up off of his chest and pressed her cheek against his, staining him with her tears. Her eyelashes batted against him gently as her sobbing ended and her breathing returned to normal. She craned her neck upwards until her lips were so close to Mitch's ear that he felt her hot breath on his neck.

"You're fucking me tonight," she said in a low, raspy tone that Mitch had never heard. Before Mitch could respond, she put her hands on the sides of his face and looked him in the eyes. Neither spoke for a moment until she bust out laughing.

"Oh come on," she said. "That was the PERFECT time to kiss me!" Mitch raised an eyebrow.

"You said earlier that you were going to kiss me when I least expect it," she continued.

"Err, yeah," he said. "I remember... but don't you think that moment is a little obvious?"

"I guess..." she said. She played with her bottom lip as she swayed back and forth, looking up into his eyes. Her glance then trailed down to his waist and before he could react, she slipped a hand down the front of his pants. Her soft fingers quickly found their target and, as gently as they were swift, wrapped around the base of his turgid member. Mitch gasped.

"I'm gonna go clean up now," she said. "Then head back downstairs. Make sure you let him cool off before you join us..." Katie's gaze was once again looking into his.

"Or don't," she said happily. She released her hold, turned away, and began walking further down the hallway. Mitch, entranced, watched her hips sway the entire length until she entered the bathroom and disappeared from sight.

Mitch exhaled for the first time in what felt like weeks. He placed his forehead on the cool wallpaper beside him as it was difficult to stand up straight. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down but all he could think of was his girlfriend's bottom-heavy hourglass figure as she strode away. He opened his eyes back up and moved into the threshold of the door next to him. The blinds were open in front of the window that overlooked the backyard and all that could be seen for miles was blanketed in a silent and cold snow.

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Mitch and Katie soon rejoined their hosts downstairs at the dinner table. The rest of the evening flew by as the dinner wrapped up and the table was cleared to make room for board games. The sun had set completely, and with no traffic due to impassable roads, the house would be silent. The only noise came from the four friends laughing and chatting away and coal crackling in the large furnace in the living room.

"And THAT'S why cheese... goes with crackers!" Ryan said. Katie doubled over with laughter as Amanda and Mitch struggled to breathe. Instantly, the house went dark, eliciting a shriek from Katie.

"I guess the ghost didn't like your joke, man," Mitch said. Mitch heard Katie gasp.

"There's a ghost!?" she asked.

"There is no such thing as ghosts," Amanda said. "Power must be out due to the storm. This far away from civilization, it happens all the time. You two wait here; we'll find some candles."

Ryan and Amanda got up and went towards the kitchen as Katie and Mitch sat in silence and darkness. Mitch got out of his chair and sidled over to Katie.

"Here, take my hand," he said as he laid his upturned palm on the back of her knuckles. "I know this house like the back of my hand."

He felt Katie's dainty fingers grasp his and she slowly stood up. When he was sure that she was steady, he leaned in and kissed her lips. Katie chirped in surprise but then moaned slightly and her whole body lurched towards him. Their kiss lingered as their hands found each other's hips and then softly broke.

"What made that happen?" Katie asked. Mitch chuckled.

"I said it'd happen when you least expect it," he said. "Surprise!" He couldn't see her blush in the darkness but he could almost feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks.

"I wanna see you," she said. "I wanna look into your eyes." Mitch took her hands back in his.

"Here, follow me," he said. "Go slow, I don't want you to trip." He slowly led her from the dining room to the living room.

"I trust you," she whispered. Gingerly, they made their way through the threshold and were now standing in front of the only light source in the home: the pulsating red of the furnace.

Due to the limited light, both could only see each other in profile. Katie reached for her collar and tugged it down gently. She took Mitch's hand and placed it on the bare flesh where her breasts started to swell. Mitch could feel her heart thumping at a manic rate. It was so quiet in the room that nothing could be heard aside from the murmur from the furnace and their heavy breathing.

Katie's hand continued to guide his palm down her chest until he felt a soft, velvety protrusion brush up against the bottom of his palm. Mitch could feel his own heart surge in the confines of his rib cage. Before he could decide to do anything else, he felt her other hand press hard in between his legs.

"I wanna see him," she said. "I wanna taste him." Mitch took his free hand and traced it along her forearm and then snuck it up under her pajama top. He began tracing circles around her navel with his rough thumb and he heard her gasp. She clutched him even harder and stepped forward, placing her lips on his in one movement. Her tongue darted around his mouth, hungrily searching. He returned the kiss and she started cooing happily. Fingers found his waistband and deftly started to sneak past it.

"Sorry to interrupt," Amanda said. "But we have a spare mattress and blankets and pillows!"

Mitch and Katie, whose eyes had been shut while passionately embracing, nearly jumped a foot in the air at the silence being unexpectedly broken. Amanda and Ryan were standing there at the foot of the stairs carrying not only an assortment of sleeping linens and cushions but flashlights as well. Those very flashlights were pointed directly at the young couple, illuminating the room. Mitch instinctively turned away to hide the tent in his pants and Katie stood like a deer in the headlights.

Ryan stood mouth agape as Amanda promptly dropped her cargo on the ground and strode over to Katie. Katie, bewildered, froze as Amanda reached up and began fiddling with her pajama top. When she was finished, Amanda gave her a passionate hug and then looked into her eyes.

"Lovely boob, honey," she said. "And such a cute little gumdrop on top." In the moment it took Katie to process this, she felt a chill shoot up her spine and her small hairs stood on end. Her breast had fully popped out of the low-hanging top, and both Amanda and Ryan got an eyeful. The larger woman moved to Mitch and spun him around to face her.

"Oh come on now," she said. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Now there are plenty of things here to make your bed; what you two do with it is up to you. Don't worry about making a mess; the maid will be by to clean it up in the morning. There are waters in the fridge if you think you'll need them. And I think you'll definitely need them. Now if you need--"

Amanda was abruptly cut off by Ryan clearing his throat.

"Come on, hun," he said. "They're not kids. They'll manage." Amanda sheepishly walked over to her husband.

"Yes, I suppose you're right," she said. "Good night, kids! Have fun!" Amanda waved her fingers at Mitch and Katie while Ryan gave a nod. The two hosts disappeared up the stairs as Mitch and Katie were once again left alone in front of the furnace. Katie had still not moved and so Mitch took out his palm and began to rub her back.

"Sorry if that killed the mood," Mitch said. "I didn't see them coming. We can just go to bed now if you want." Katie slowly turned to Mitch, her face fully illuminated in a deep, scarlet glow. Her big, brown eyes gazed intently at his as she took a step towards him.

"So are you saying you don't want to fuck me?" she asked. Mitch was lost in her eyes as he felt her slender hands travel up his arms and link themselves behind his neck. She pulled him in close and resumed kissing him as deeply as before they were interrupted. He breathed sharply through his nose as their lips mashed together. Rough fingertips gently pressed into her soft stomach and an involuntary trill ran up through her chest into his mouth and down into him, inciting him onward.

Gradually he slid his hands up her abdomen until he reached the breasts that he had been aching to hold. She shook with excitement; her desire to be touched almost eclipsed his desire to explore. He cradled her boobs as she bent forward, almost crushing them into his hand. Fingers made stiff, almost robotic movements as he dared not upset her. Katie broke the kiss.

"Take off your pants and sit down," she said. Mitch started unbuttoning his jeans and paused.

"Wait," he said. "Let's set up our bed first." Even in the poor light, Mitch could tell Katie was frustrated. He was afraid she might get annoyed at all the start and stop and lose her mood entirely. So he decided to match her energy.

"Let's make our bed," he said. "And then I'm going to fuck you in it." Talking to Katie like that would normally get him a cold shoulder but instead she stepped forward and placed the back of her hand against his cheek. She looked him in the eyes. A smile slowly grew large.

"That's what I was hoping for," she said.

Together they were able to make a sizeable soft place to lie down in the center of the room. Aside from their makeshift bed, the room only contained the couch, a recliner and a small wooden chair. As Katie walked past Mitch to place the pillows at the head of the bed, Mitch reached out and gently palmed her butt. Katie straightened her back immediately in shock and pivoted on one foot to smack Mitch in the face with a pillow. Mitch, exaggerating the force of the blow, staggered back and forth and lay down on the bed. Katie fell down next to him and they embraced each other. She rested her head on his chest as he rubbed her back with one hand while the other arm held her tightly.

"You gonna fall asleep?" Mitch asked. Katie didn't move but after a few seconds she made an obviously fake snoring sound.

"Okay," Mitch said. "I guess I'll just kiss you good night." He started peppering the top of her head with kisses. While still lying on him, she turned her head and gave him a death glare. Slowly she raised herself up and met his kisses with her own. Mitch closed his eyes and got lost in kissing her once again until he felt a hand firmly close around his stiff member.

"Should I kiss him goodnight?" she asked. "He doesn't seem sleepy to me..." Her hand started to slowly jerk him near the base.

"Here, babe, let me help," he said. His one arm was still holding her close to him as his free hand struggled to get his jeans off. Katie sat up all the way and grabbed the waistband of his jeans with both hands.

"No," she said. "Let ME help. Lift your butt." Mitch thrust upwards and Katie yanked his jeans and boxers down to his ankles before pulling them free and tossing them into the corner.

Mitch felt a little shy being naked from the waist down. This feeling was exacerbated when Katie laid back down next to him but slid to the foot of the bed. His member was elevated an inch above his lower stomach and throbbed with every heartbeat. Katie stroked the underside with the back of one finger while she watched it twitch. After a few moments, she snapped out of her trance and crawled up to him, propping herself up on one arm while the other lightly rubbed his balls.

"Are they full?" she asked. "They feel full. Do they hurt?"

"Kinda, actually," he said. She gasped and retracted her hand.

"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.

"No, don't be!" Mitch said. "It feels good when you touch it. Honest. Please." Katie went back to lightly stroking them but she still seemed unsure.

"Let me know if I do anything to hurt you... okay?" she said. Mitch nodded.

"Of course," he said. "And I'll do the same." She continued stroking him in silence for a few moments.

"Do you wanna see my boobs?" she asked. His cock flexed in response and she uttered a small gasp. Her hand moved from his balls back to his shaft and started to slowly tug him again.

"After all," she continued. "You're the only one in this house who hasn't seen them today." When his cock surged this time, she elicited a giggle. Keeping her grip, she slid up closer to Mitch so she could talk in a softer voice. The collar of her shirt hung so low, Mitch would be able to see down her top but the furnace only lit up their legs.

"Does that make you mad?" she asked. "That your best friend saw my boobies?" His cock lurched once again, almost as on command and this time she sighed happily in response. She continued tugging him softly along with her interrogation.

"I'm not mad," she said. "And I don't think you are either. HE'S certainly not." She gave his cock an affectionate squeeze. Mitch wasn't sure if she was referring to Ryan or his dick.

Did you know," she began. "before today you were the only guy to ever see my boobs? Aside from, like, my doctor or whatever. And now your best friend and his wife have seen them. I might as well not even wear my top to the breakfast table tomorrow..." At this she trailed off. The thought of Katie casually topless amongst his friends revealed a deep hunger in Mitch he didn't even know he had. He grabbed the hem of her top tightly and began to pull it off. Katie refused to relinquish her grip on his member so the top got caught on her shoulder. This was sufficient to reveal her breasts which Mitch's hand found easily, even in the dark, and began stroking them softly. Katie moaned.

"Do you like them?" Katie asked. "A-are they big enough?" Mitch ignored the first question as he thought it was just pillow talk until he heard the earnestness in her voice with the second.

"They're perfect," he said. "They're made for my hands." At this, Katie squealed and kicked her feet on the blankets. She crawled up close to Mitch and bent down until he could feel her hot breath on his face.

"Guys always told me I was too flat," she said. "Girls always said I should take fat out of my ass and put it in my boobs. I think--" At this point, Katie's throat closed up and she fought back the tears.

"I think every girl wants her boobs to be appreciated," she continued. "But guys always talk about big bazongas like Amanda has and not... little handfuls like mine," Mitch scoffed.

"Honey," he began. "Your tits aren't small. In no way. And even if they were, they look amazing, especially your nipples. I always want to get my hand on them. They're sexy as hell." Mitch began using his palms to caress her breasts and drawing his thumb over her nipples. He could hear her breathing change in the dark.

"Would you..." Katie said. "Would you be willing to come on them? To prove that you think they're 'sexy as hell' as you say."

"Sure!" Mitch said, a bit too loudly. "Should you lay down?"

"I have a better idea," Katie whispered. She kissed Mitch passionately on the lips and then led a trail of kisses down his neck and chest, across his abdomen and right above the member still trapped in her hands.

"I've been wanting to do this since the car," she said. Carefully, she lowered her mouth and engulfed the head of his cock.

Mitch writhed in pleasure as the warmth and wetness overtook him. His hand sought out her free one and rubbed affectionately in gratitude. She returned the caress but then moved his hand back onto her breasts. He continued to caress her soft flesh as his free hand met the back of her head. A moan rippled through Katie that was so loud Mitch instinctively shot a look at the stairs behind him, afraid Ryan or Amanda had heard the noise and rushed down to investigate. Instead, silence and darkness reigned, aside from moments when Katie would moan.

Mitch could feel himself getting closer to orgasm, so he sat up and tapped Katie on the head.

"Babe, I'm getting close," he said. Katie continued to suck on him for a few more seconds before slowly and reluctantly lifting her head off of him. She turned to look at him in the pitch blackness.

"Get on the chair," she said. Mitch went to go sit on the edge of the recliner while Katie grabbed the wooden chair from the corner.

"This one lets you sit up easier," she said. Even in the poor light he could see her shivering

"Aww, babe!" he exclaimed. He hugged her and could feel how chilly her bare flesh was through his t-shirt. She broke free and handed the wooden chair to him.

"Sit down," she said. "If you feel bad that my tits are freezing, blow a hot load on them." Mitch had long since stopped being shocked by Katie's change in behavior and manner of speaking and pushed it and any other consequences of the night to the recesses of his mind to be dealt with later.

Mitch placed the chair down in front of the furnace and Katie sat on her knees before him. Mitch placed his hands on her shoulders as she tied her long hair up in a bun. She finished with her hair and then grabbed his wrists and moved his hands onto her breasts.

She gently grasped the base of his dick and leaned in towards it. In the darkness, the furnace only managed to illuminate her backside as Mitch strained his vision to see his girlfriend merely a foot away from him. Warm lips pressed against the head of his member before covering the length with kisses. Before long, he felt that familiar tugging along his shaft.

After hours of being backed up, Mitch knew he wasn't going to last long. As Katie lapped at the head and tugged him in the darkness, he unconsciously moved closer to the edge of his chair until his balls hung over the edge. His hands abandoned his girlfriend's soft breasts and slid up her slender arms to her narrow shoulders. He crouched forward and started breathing rapidly.

"I'm gonna..." he said. Katie whined softly in anticipation and sympathy. Her fist tightened and picked up the pace.

"Just let go, baby," she said. She placed the fingers of her free hand against his balls but yanked them away almost immediately. His scrotum felt almost painfully hot against her chilled fingers. Instead, she placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed while leaning forward and swallowing the head until it pressed onto her tongue.

Upon feeling her hot mouth soak the head of his cock, Mitch groaned and felt a release he had never felt. The dull pain in his lower stomach seemed to shoot out of him like a bullet from a rifle. Two shots. Three. Mitch lost count after the fifth as his mind was only focused on emptying everything he had into his girlfriend's mouth.

Katie chirped the moment the hot cum landed on her tongue and moaned the entire duration of her boyfriend's orgasm. She hurriedly swallowed it as fast as it flooded into her mouth. Her lips were sealed tight around his swollen head, and as the last few drops of cum shot out, she softly licked them free. She almost jumped out of her skin when Mitch sighed so loudly it felt like his chest was collapsing.

"Thank you," Mitch said. "I love you." Mitch was still in a fog when her lips finally relinquished his member.

"I love you too," she said. Her soft fingers were still wrapped around his dick. Aside from the occasional crackle of coal in the furnace, silence once again reigned.

Katie was the first to notice it. A faint squeaking that could have been an ancient refrigerator or some animal living in the walls. It wasn't until it became rhythmic that she realized that it was coming from the bedroom upstairs. Katie had never heard the sounds of sex as an eavesdropper before but knew instantly what it was.

"They're fucking," she said. She said it less as a realization but more flatly. Mitch raised his head up.

"Yeah, I'm usually asleep before they do it," he said. "But sometimes I can't sleep and stay up and hear them doing it for the next hour or so."

"Hour?" Katie asked.

"Or so," Mitch said. They both sat in thought as the squeaking continued echoing through the otherwise still home.

"What did Amanda mean earlier?" Katie asked. "It was 'It's nothing I haven't seen before' or something."

"Oh that," Mitch said. "Nothing bad happened."

"Well, tell me about 'that', if you please," Katie said. Mitch was now fully out of his post-nut fog and choosing his words carefully.

"It happened last year," he began. "Ryan and I were coming back from a concert and I had to piss like crazy. So when I got in, I ran up the stairs and dashed into the bathroom. It was going to be a photo finish so I already had my dick in my hand as I opened the door. I was already hitting the porcelain before I noticed Amanda taking a bath..."

"... and?" Katie asked.

"And... that's it," Mitch said. "I apologized like a thousand times but I literally couldn't stop my stream. When I was done, I quickly washed my hands and nearly fell out of the bathroom. I felt awful but Ryan and Amanda both reassured me they're not mad. Amanda couldn't stop laughing actually..."

Katie said nothing.

"It wasn't intentional," Mitch said. He almost added "I hadn't met you yet." but with wisdom beyond his years, he decided against it.

"I see," Katie said. "But you remember what SHE looked like, right?"

Mitch paused and tried to recollect. He remembered seeing Amanda reclining in the bathtub, a book by her side. He remembered her warm smile reassuring him that she wasn't upset. He also remembered her massive breasts floating at the surface. He finally remembered those same tits pressing into him when he hugged her goodbye the next day before going home to jack off to them. His dick surged in response.

"Not really," he lied. "I got a quick glimpse but looked away the rest of the time." It was the most honest answer he could give at the moment.

Katie still held his cock in her hand and she noticed that it, after softening for a bit, was back to hard and throbbing. Katie said nothing and her silence was agony for Mitch. Not only had he kept this a secret from his girlfriend he truly loved but also she went out of her comfort zone to come visit his friends AND give him a blowjob in the living room. Mitch replaced the feeling of desire in his gut with immense guilt.

Katie sat quality, listening to the creaky bedsprings that had barely picked up pace. She felt Mitch's pulse through the thick veins on his cock and almost chuckled realizing how closely they matched the noises from the bedrooms. She considered this for a moment and then started jerking him in time with the squeaking.

"Babe," Mitch said. "I wanna take care of you." Katie sighed in response, let go of his cock and placed her hands in his.

"Help me up," Katie said. Mitch, whose feet were already touching the ground from sitting on the small chair, easily stood up and helped her to do it. He leaned in slowly to kiss her and gave her a few smooches on the lips. The first three were unanswered but Katie soon was kissing him back.

"Feel my ass," she said. Mitch wasted no time in taking one of his spare hands and sliding it around to her butt. Upon placing a hand on her rear cheek, Mitch gasped in shock.

"Babe!" he exclaimed. "Why's it so hot?" Mitch couldn't see Katie pout in the dark.

"Because my ass was practically up against the furnace while I was sitting down," she said in a morose tone. Mitch, panicked, grabbed her by the hips, picked her up, and positioned her off to the side away from the furnace. Katie giggled.

"I didn't know you were so strong," she said. She ran her hands up and down his arms.

"I'm so sorry," Mitch said. "I had no idea! If I wou--" He was cut off by one of Katie's fingers placing flat against his lips. She shushed him.

"It's fine," she said. "My butt has a lot of padding and for once it came in useful. But these pajamas gotta go... don't you think?"

Mitch hooked the waistband of her pajamas bottoms and yanked them down over her hips in one easy motion. They crumpled hopelessly to the floor. Katie then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and, with his help, lifted it up off over his head. The couple was now alone and nude in the darkness.

Their hands roved all over each other's bodies. His palms explored her thighs and hips and traveled up to her breasts until they eventually found her ample ass and began to squeeze and play with it. Katie peppered his bare chest with kisses and her hands squeezed nearly every muscle he had from his calves to his shoulders.

She was in the midst of nuzzling his sternum when she heard the pace of the squeaking from upstairs quicken. She fumbled in the dark and felt his cock poking her in the lower stomach. She grasped his cock and knelt down before him. She slowly began tugging him once more.

"Babe," Mitch whined. "It's your turn to feel good."

"No," Katie said. "You promised me you'd paint my boobs and you were too busy filling my mouth. You owe me this. Besides, it's your turn to feel his ass burn." At this, Mitch did realize that he was standing in front of the furnace and his backside was heating up. Katie's mouth was back on his cock and he felt that familiar stirring deep inside.

Katie knew Mitch couldn't see anything in the dark. As she sucked and jerked on him, she let her free hand drift in between her legs. She gingerly reached between her thighs and slowly started stroking her wet slit. The cacophony from upstairs was getting louder and she began to hear light moaning from Amanda. It wasn't the kind of moaning she expected from such a large woman--high-pitched and staccato, not low and guttural.

The heat between the legs of the lovers was reaching a fever pitch, as was the climax of the two upstairs. Katie had to stop touching herself because she was getting too into it and losing her pace on Mitch. His dick was throbbing in her mouth but his breathing hadn't changed so she knew she had to think of something. On her knees, he couldn't play with her boobs or do much of anything aside from touch her shoulders. She needed a miracle.

All of a sudden, Katie and Mitch were blinded. The home had regained power and the lights that had shut off immediately without warning had now come to life just as suddenly. Mitch blinked until his vision had adjusted. A chill ran through his body as he was suddenly very aware that he was naked but then he looked downward and saw Katie's big, brown eyes looking up at him.

Despite the flashbang, Katie was not disturbed in the slightest. She continued sucking and jerking him with her sole goal in mind. Mitch's eyes roamed over his girlfriend's body. He saw her perky breasts sitting high on her chest, her pink nipples practically staring back at him. Her slender torso traveled down to her wide hips. He could even see her lightly-trimmed bush in-between her thighs.

Mitch had been startled by the lights turning back on but now as he stood watching his girlfriend suck on him, he could feel the pressure building. Katie also noticed some subtle changes and knew he was getting ready to pop. The squeaking and moaning from above had not subsided and Katie believed that she would hear them finish any second.

Katie took her hand off of her boyfriend's dick and instead placed it on his thighs and used it to steady herself as she pushed her knees behind her. Mitch looked over her shoulder and nearly gasped. He followed her slender back down to her hips and saw her sizable ass, bare and pale in the living room light. Anyone coming down the stairs at that moment would have seen his girlfriend from behind.

Mitch looked deep into his girlfriend's eyes and, for the second time that night, came all over her tongue. As soon as he started trembling, he began to hunch over even deeper as the strength left his legs. Katie shifted her hands from his legs to his hips in order to help steady him as dick pulsed in her mouth. This time was far less intense and as soon as he finished, he started sinking to his knees.

Katie rolled backwards and guided him down to the bed until they lay side-by-side. She watched his chest rise and fall as he struggled to get his breathing under control. She began tracing his bicep with her finger and kissing it.

A few seconds later they both heard a pair of loud moans from upstairs before the house became silent once again. Katie giggled.

"I think yours were better," she said. When Mitch stayed silent, she looked at him. His forearm was resting over his eyes and she thought he was crying.

"Babe, what's wrong?" she asked. Mitch shook his head softly and when he tried to speak, no words came out. After a few seconds he composed himself.

"I feel terrible," he said. "You've taken care of me twice but you haven't come yet."

"Babe, look at me," she said. Mitch moved his arm and looked at the beautiful big eyes gazing into him.

"You've wanted this," she said. "No, you've needed this. And I'm sorry for not giving it to you. But I promise to do better from now on. And if you want to thank me..." At this, she grabbed his member which still was mostly hard.

Mitch leaned in and kissed her passionately as his tears ran down her cheeks. She shed a single tear as well. He placed his hand on her hip and almost felt compelled to follow the swell of her ass. Katie giggled and pushed him away.

"I bet you're thirsty," she said. "Let's get something from the fridge." Katie pushed herself up to her knees and spun away, making him face her rear. She then slowly got to her feet and began to walk towards the kitchen. Mitch was entranced by her jiggling cheeks the entire time.

Mitch caught up to her in the kitchen and she was already sucking down a glass of water filled from the sink. She polished it off, refilled it and handed it to Mitch. It was only with the glass of water in his hand that Mitch became aware of how thirsty he had become. Katie came up to him and started stroking his cock.

"When you're done there, meet me back in the bed," she said. She gave his dick a squeeze and walked back to the living room. Mitch quickly finished the water, set the glass down on the counter and followed her.

When he entered the living room, Katie's upper body was lying on the couch she had slept on earlier while her knees were on the carpet. Mitch was stunned seeing her nude from behind. Katie looked over your shoulder at him.

"Is here okay?" she asked. "Or would you rather take me on the dining room table?"

"You..." he began. "You are so beautiful." At this, Katie blushed and buried her face temporarily in the couch cushion. She wiggled her ass at him enticingly. Mitch turned off the lights and so once again the room was shrouded in darkness save for the dim warm glow from the furnace. He stood behind his girlfriend and ran a finger from the crown of her head all the way down her spine to her ass. Katie shivered and he wasn't sure if that was from the cold or his touch.

"Why'd you turn the lights off?" she asked. "Don't you wanna watch?" She once again wiggled her ass for the man above him but was unsure if he could see it. After a lifetime of being embarrassed for her figure, it felt good to be appreciated.

"If you don't get to see, why should I?" he answered. In truth, as much as Mitch was focused on his girlfriend, a small voice in the back of his mind was desperately warning him that either of his hosts could walk downstairs any second.

"You're so sweet," Katie said. "But sweet Mitch needs to go away for a while." Mitch crouched down behind her and started feeling her thighs, rubbing the soft flesh in between them teasingly before cupping and squeezing her ass. Mitch was surprised at how toned it was but still chubby enough to jiggle.

"I need to slap it," he said. It took him a second to realize he voiced that out loud.

"Not... too hard, okay?" Katie asked. Mitch palmed her ass tightly.

"Sorry, sweet Mitch isn't here anymore," he said. He gave her ass a light swat to test the waters. Katie moaned into the couch. He lightly slapped her right cheek a few more times which elicited similar moans. With his left hand, he took a finger, moved it in-between her legs and felt how dripping wet she was. He took his fingertip and drew circles around her tight, wet entrance. He began gripping and kneading her ass with his right hand and could feel the goosebumps sprouting along her backside.

Mitch used his right hand to grip and lift her ass cheek. He held it there for a few seconds. Katie began to kick her feet in nervousness.

"Don't stare!" she exclaimed. Mitch continued to hold it open.

"I'm just teasing you," he said. "I can't see anything in the darkness anyway." But this was a lie. Even in the faint light, Mitch could see her wetness glistening and felt reinvigorated.

His grip relinquished her ass and instead traveled up the length of her torso. He leaned forward and his hand enveloped her breast. She threw her head back and her hair draped over her shoulders. Mitch scooted his knees forward inch by inch until he was pressed up against her. She squeezed her thighs together and felt his member caught between them. She shot another look over her shoulder.

"Babe," she begged. "Please..."

She didn't have to continue for Mitch to know what she needed. He took his hand off of her breast and gripped his member by the base. In the limited vision, it took him a few attempts of poking but he eventually felt her hot, wet slit against the head of his cock. She was dripping wet and he pushed at her entrance. She gripped the couch cushions and moaned into them.

Mitch took it slow. He carefully pressed his cock against her slit as she gushed all over it. Occasionally, she would get too eager and push back trying to force it in. Mitch was afraid to hurt her but he also felt the hunger to push into her until he bottomed out.

Every time he made distance, he could feel her grow hotter and wetter. Before long his entire head was inside of her, then half his length. Katie's fists were white-knuckled as she had a death grip on the cushion. Her entire body was shaking back and forth in anticipation.

Finally it happened. Mitch's cock slid the remainder of the way inside of her as he bent over her. Katie arched her upper back and moaned loudly. It wasn't muffled by the cushion. Mitch sawed his dick gently inside of her, not daring to pullback more than an inch.

Katie was growing ravenous. Her knees were on the carpet and she was using all the leverage she had to push her ass back towards him. Mitch's knees were on the sheets, slippery with sweat, and he was struggling to generate any thrusts. He tried gripping the couch and her hips but he awkwardly kept getting pushed back away from her. Katie was growing frustrated.

"Harder!" she yelled. Mitch fumbled awkwardly trying to find purchase. He tried getting onto one knee but the angle made it impossible. His panic and anxiety was causing him to soften despite being inside of her. Katie threw a dumbfounded look over her shoulder.

"Pull out!" she yelled. Mitch gently slid out of her and sheepishly slid back on the bed. Katie spun around, placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him backwards. She then ripped the sheets off of their makeshift bed.

"Lay down," she commanded. Mitch lay flat on his back. She stood over Mitch in the dark and straddled him. She crouched down and grabbed the base of his cock, which flopped limply. She sighed loudly and his heart sank.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she began. "Or should I find someone else to do it?" Mitch's cock immediately jumped to life in her hand as she stroked it fiercely.

Katie then knelt down over top of Mitch. She placed her hands on either side of his elbows as she tried to squat down on his now hard member. She grabbed his cock once again and this time she lined it up properly. After a few seconds of gentle pressure, Katie sat down and Mitch felt his cock slam inside of her to the hilt.

Katie's jaw dropped and she moaned, partially due to surprise. Mitch threw his head back and then propped himself up. He reached forward and grabbed her hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Katie was frozen and breathing heavily. Mitch rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. As her breathing steadied, he could feel her squeezing his cock. With her free hand, she placed it once more on his chest.

"I told you to lay down," she said. "Don't move. Don't talk."

Katie moved her hands to his lower stomach to brace herself. She began slowly grinding against him with his cock inside of her. Mitch was back to being flat on his back as he stared at the ceiling, overwhelmed with pleasure.

Katie shifted herself in all sorts of ways. Her hips rocked side to side and her thighs propelled her forward before rocking backwards. This would cause Mitch's cock to find new angles, eliciting deep moans. Eventually she found the right spot and slowly mastered the right combinations of muscles to repeat it.

Mitch had relinquished control entirely and, upon hearing her moans, reached upwards to play with her breasts. He brushed them softly at first, but when he realized that she was too focused on maintaining her momentum, he had the courage to palm them. He would squeeze them and gently brush her nipples with his thumbs.

Katie's pace quickened. She leaned forward and gripped Mitch's flesh tighter. She could feel the sensation she'd been chasing all night, the one that she'd been craving, swelling within her. She couldn't focus on anything in the darkness and so her head hung loose, her jaw slack with abandon.

For Mitch's part, he was so engrossed in hearing her moans, he wasn't even focusing on himself. His own desire was swelling up within him but having already come twice, he was still a long way off. He could hear her breath becoming more ragged, her moans sharper and higher pitched. He knew that soon his girlfriend would experience her own orgasm and he felt relieved.

Katie's thighs began to shake. Her noises had become so shrill they were almost inaudible. Mitch was rubbing her nipples with splayed fingers. Her back arched and contorted as she crested the wave. She leaned forward and screamed as she came.

"Ahhh yessss!" she yelled. She collapsed onto her boyfriend, a writhing pile of limbs. She continued to moan and twitch as he held her close and stroked her back.

"I love you," he said. He kissed the crown of her head. She said nothing, just struggled to regain control of her breathing. Before long, Mitch felt hot tears run down her face onto his chest.

Eventually she turned her head and looked up at him. She leaned forward and kissed him softly.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You don't have to thank me," Mitch said. "I loved it too." With this, he flexed his cock inside her. She giggled and gave him an affectionate clench in return.

"Come inside me," she whispered. "Please."

Mitch wrapped his arms around her, trapping her to his chest. He began to move her entire body back and forth as he slowly fucked her. She was unable to break free even if she wanted to so instead she just began kissing his jawline. Soon, he was rocking her faster and she began to begin moaning once more. She rested her head on his chest.

"That's it, baby," she said. "You feel so good."

Mitch was breathing hard, right above her ear. She could feel his heart beating directly against her chest. They were both adorned with sweat and she could tell he was getting tired. While trapped, all she could do was encourage him.

"Yes, baby," she said. "Use me. Just like that."

Mitch's one hand drifted down her back to cup her ass. He squeezed it hard and spanked it. He knew any second he would blow his load.

"My ass is yours," she said. "I know you love it. It's all yours."

Katie was trying to think of things to say when she felt his hands grab onto her hips. He began giving her short strokes and she knew he was close.

"Don't hold back," she said. "Just let it go. Just let it g-"

She was interrupted by feeling his cum shooting up inside of her. Her mouth hung open wordlessly as his cock twitched wildly and emptied his balls for the third time that evening. He groaned and his hips continued bucking wildly underneath her, causing her thighs to attempt to snap shut. Shortly, the convulsions stopped and Mitch lay back limp.

Mitch was exhausted. He was barely conscious as all of his energy seemed completely vacated. He was dimly aware of his girlfriend slowly rising to her feet as his member slid out of her. He heard her whisper something before she walked off towards the kitchen. Mitch knew he should probably say something but no matter how he fought to stay awake, while enveloped with the heat of the furnace, darkness took him. His last memory before falling asleep was distant, hushed voices...

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Mitch awoke slowly. The sheets and blankets covering him were familiar and, for a blissful few seconds, he relaxed in the comfort of his friend's home... before jolting awake. He fought to see in the bright light and blinked quickly to get his eyes to adjust. He tried to speak but his throat was bone dry. He propped himself up on one arm and with his free hand reached under the blankets. He was relieved to feel underwear between his legs.

"About time you woke up," a woman said.

Mitch turned and saw his girlfriend sitting on the couch; the couch where he first was inside of her. Katie had returned to wearing the previous day's clothes and was covered from head to toe. Gone were the scandalous pajamas from the night before. An unamused look had also returned.

"Hey," he rasped. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she said. "Here, drink this." She handed him a glass of water that had been sitting on the small table next to the couch. He drank it greedily.

"Thanks," he said. "What do you got there?" He gestured to the book in her hand.

"A book," she said. "One of Amanda's. She's gonna let me borrow it."

"Cool," he said. "What's it about?"

Katie said nothing but just stared at him with a stony gaze.

"Hey, about last night..." he began. Katie cut him off.

"Get up and grab your shirt and pants," she said. "I'd like to get home before dark."

"Dark?" he asked. He sat up and looked out over the couch into the grey skies above. "What time is it?"

"Two," Katie said curtly.

"In the afternoon!?" he exclaimed. Katie sighed and sat up. She grabbed his t-shirt and jeans, which were neatly folded, and brought them over to him. He reached up to her for assistance getting up but she stood emotionless. He struggled to his feet and began stepping into the jeans offered to him.

"Come on," she said. "We've imposed on our hosts enough."

"But the roads..." Mitch said.

"Are perfectly fine," came a booming voice behind him.

Mitch spun around and saw Ryan and Amanda in sweats, beaming proudly.

"I called in a buddy from the local road crew," Ryan continued. "Convinced them to start with this part of the township first. You guys should be good to get home before it starts up again."

Katie walked over to Amanda and gave her an intense hug. Katie was grinning from ear to ear. Mitch felt a small pain in his chest as he longed to see Katie look at him like that again.

"I cannot thank you enough," Katie said. "Thank you for sharing your lovely home with us." Amanda waved her off.

"It was our pleasure," she said. "You are welcome here anytime. And don't forget to take this." Amanda handed Katie a pill, which she knocked back with a cup of water.

"Welp... see ya, man," Mitch said. "Thanks again."

"I'd cook you up an omelet for the road, but I don't like the size of the flakes out there," Ryan said. "We are sending some leftovers home with you."

Mitch finished getting ready and then he turned to Katie.

"Wait here while I warm the car up for you," he said. Katie nodded silently. Mitch ran out to the car, hopped in the driver's seat and turned the engine on.

He stared at the road and it had indeed been plowed out. The snow from around his car was also gone and he assumed Ryan did it while he was sleeping. As the heater churned happily in the car, he was plagued with thoughts and emotions. He missed the horny, loving version of his girlfriend from last night compared to her usual cold demeanor but then he immediately felt guilty. No matter what happens, he should love his girlfriend and treat her like she deserves to be treated.

He went inside and the couple said their final goodbyes to their hosts. Within a minute, Katie and Mitch were back in the green sedan and slowly making their way down back roads.

Mitch kept his eyes on the road but occasionally shot glances over at Katie. She was resting her chin in her hand as she stared out at the passing woods. On her lap, she had her book and a few Tupperware containers.

"I think that went rather well," Mitch said. Katie continued gazing out the window. Mitch took one hand and threaded his fingers between hers.

"You did great," Mitch continued. "I'm really proud of you, honey. I love you so much."

Katie remained motionless.

Mitch felt a tightness in his chest and his throat go dry.

She probably hates me for falling asleep after I came inside of her, he thought. He needed to show that he cared.

"Is the heat too much for you?" he asked. He took his hand from hers and rested it on the temperature controls.

Katie lifted and turned her head and looked at Mitch's hand. Her soft, gloved hand overlaid his briefly before trailing up his arm and squeezing his bicep. Mitch was puzzled and slowed the car down while he turned and looked at her, following her gaze. She moved her fingers deftly onto his chest from his arm and then down to his leg. She gave his thigh a squeeze. Her gaze lifted up from her hand to his face and her big brown eyes searched deep in his. She leaned in as if about to kiss him but stopped short and made the same goofy face he had yesterday. She giggled and Mitch exhaled a sigh of relief.

She took his hand off of the console and kissed his fingers before placing it on her cheek. He felt her soft face smile.

"Hey, we're in the middle of nowhere," she said. "... wanna pull over and do me behind a tree?"