I absolutely love the snow. Not only does it make the whole world seem bright (unlike mud and rain), but it brings out a certain spark in people. I daren't say "Christmas spirit"; I think it's something else entirely.
I remember how back in 1992, I was home from college for the semester and had been visiting with various friends around my hometown. One of these friends was Stephanie, with whom I'd flirted off-and-on with through high school. We'd also resorted to some clothes-on humping during one of my earlier visits home in the semester. She was strawberry blonde with big green eyes, a great smile, very dry wit -- and she was the daughter of a local pastor.
Now, for many, you're looking at a brick wall right there. I've learned over the years that for whatever reason, many of the girls that tout being very religious don't have much of a problem sneaking off the path every now and then. And boy, did I have that vibe from her. Granted, it was going to be a bit rough, but I had faith.
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I came by her house on Christmas night after having done the family thing all day long. She opened the door and I could do nothing but smile at her, lurid thoughts dancing through my head. A beautiful red chenille sweater clung to those sweet tits of hers, roughly a C or so. Erection, restrain thyself.
She gave me a hug and invited me in, walking me into the kitchen where her parents and other assorted family members were doing the coffee-and-dessert routine.
"So what are you two up to this evening?" asked her father, as Stephanie wrapped her scarf around her neck. Oh, if you only knew, sir.
"Not sure, actually. I was thinking we'd go downtown and get some coffee; a couple of the cafes are opening tonight for the college crowd."
I got the once-over from Steph's female relatives -- you know the one. Sizing you up to see if you're boyfriend material for the daughter/niece/cousin and all that. In actuality, I wouldn't have minded taking it to the relationship level, but I didn't really see that happening with her.
Stephanie had her coat on and was saying her goodbyes in no time at all, and we headed out in my beat-up Grand Am for the city.
As we left, it started to snow; light, bright flakes that made curtains in front of every streetlight we passed. It was cloudy with an occasional glimpse of moon -- beautiful.
We drove and occasionally held hands, or I'd rest a hand on her knee, feeling that thigh, remembering the fooling around we'd done earlier in the year. I also thought back to seeing her play tennis in high school, seeing her run around and just look hot for so many reasons.
I opted to play it stupid. "I wonder," I thought aloud, "if they have the light display up at the park?" Every year the city did one of those "Holiday of Lights" layouts where you drove through the park for too much money to watch lights and listen to music on a certain radio station.
Steph perked right up. "That sounds great," she said, squeezing my hand.
We made our way through the city to the park, and as I'd guessed, there was no light display. Only more snow, and apparently no one else around.
I drove the car onto a side road in the park and stopped, shutting the car off. We sat for a little bit, watching the snow fall and slowly cover my windows. I leaned over to her, and we kissed -- a sweet, delicious kiss that leaves one wanting more of everything available.
"Do you want to...you know, get in the back? Considering the emergency brake's here and all?" I smiled at her, praying this would work.
"Sure," she said, and we both got out of the car, moving into the back seats and shutting the doors. We made a point to lock them, because this was a city park and all.
