Adam stared bleakly out the frosted window, seething at the white expanse preventing him from driving back into the city and getting back to work. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the glass. It was the Saturday before Christmas and Adam had hoped to put in a few hours over the weekend before the mandatory three-day holiday break at the advertising agency where he worked. Adam was buried in holiday ad campaigns and had barely slept or eaten for the past two months. His normally handsome and clean-cut visage was scruffy and he'd stopped ironing his shirts a few weeks before, giving him a disheveled, struggling-writer vibe that made him look like he belonged in a Seattle coffee shop instead of a Los Angeles promotional firm.
He paced back and forth in front of the beat-up dining room table, staring at his Blackberry (out of range) and laptop (useless with no internet connection). His best friend, Kerry, had insisted he come up and spend a night in her family's cabin in Big Bear. In fact, she'd practically kidnapped him from his office Friday afternoon. They'd barely made it up to the cabin without having to stop and put on tire chains; the trip had taken four hours, and they'd retreated to their rooms in exhaustion as soon as they arrived. Adam mentally kicked himself for not realizing the quickly falling snow was going to destroy any hope of getting back down the mountain the next day. He tried to keep his irritation focused on the weather, not Kerry, who had been delighted at the heavy snowfall even as they skidded on black ice, hydroplaned and crawled painstakingly slowly up the mountain.
He was glad to see her. They'd spent the car ride catching up about their lives, comparing notes on their demanding jobs, failed relationships, Los Angeles vs. San Francisco and updates on mutual friends from USC. They hadn't seen each other since graduation two years before.
Kerry actually was a struggling writer. She was planning to spend the days before Christmas holed up in the rustic old cabin to try to finish a book on the politics of intersectionality. She had badgered Adam into joining her for the first night to make sure there weren't bears living in the kitchen or anything. Being her usual dynamic, brilliant and argumentative self, she had talked him into it and set a time to pick him up before Adam could think of a way to weasel out of the inconvenient trip.
And now he was stuck. He wandered back into his room and flopped onto the bed, unsure of what to do with this unexpected leisure. Kerry still hadn't emerged from her room. She'd fallen asleep on his shoulder at the tail end of their car ride, passed out from exhaustion after a day of traveling. The feelings awakened by the soft contact reminded him that he and Kerry had always shared a latent attraction but had been in serious relationships during most of college and had never been able to act on it. In the back of his mind, he'd hoped this trip would provide an opportunity for the "hook up" they'd never been able to have at school. Last night, however, Kerry had been pretty clear what the bedroom assignments were.
He told himself that Kerry was in a whole other league, anyway, and he shouldn't have hoped their relationship would turn into anything more than platonic. Kerry was gorgeous in an intellectual, natural way, with long blonde hair and sun-kissed California skin. She was tremendously fit from biking and swimming, and usually wore short little sundresses that showed off her strong, tanned legs. Adam, on the other hand, spent most of his time in his car or in his office, and although he was still fit from playing in his firm's basketball league, his skin was several shades lighter than Kerry's and his arms had shrunk somewhat since college. He suddenly felt self-conscious and wondered if Kerry had been disappointed by how he looked. I mean, she'd only gotten hotter since college; he imagined her toned arms, wavy hair, blue eyes and those incredible legs...
Lying there in the bed, Adam felt his body start to react as the sexy images of Kerry played through his head. He thought of Kerry gently pulling down the straps of her dress, easing the soft fabric past the tips of her nipples. He imagined cupping the firm breasts in his hands and helping her ease the dress down her tight stomach, past her hips and onto the floor... Adam's body felt warm. His cock began to harden. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his hand around his dick and began to stroke it through his boxers. In his mind, he saw Kerry guiding his head down toward her hips toward her lacy red thong. He saw himself pulling the thong to one side and licking Kerry's sweet pink slit, tasting her, and imaged her moaning for more, pleading with him to suck her clit until he obeyed and took it into his mouth, sucking and biting gently while she writhed in pleasure beneath him...
Meanwhile, Kerry had woken up and staggered out to the kitchen to start some coffee. She'd been a little disappointed when Adam hadn't initiated anything last night. She wondered if he was really naïve enough to miss the intention behind her invitation to the cabin. Surely Adam felt the sexual tension that had lurked behind their friendship for the past five years. Now that both of them were single, Kerry had been hinting via email that they should "get together," "catch up," "have some coffee"... i.e., bang each other silly like they'd been fantasizing about since they were 19 years old. Finally, she took the bull by the horns and invited him for a pre-holiday get-together in a remote cabin—alone. Was he really unaware of her desire for him? Was she going to have to get him drunk and rip his pants off?
Noticing that Adam's door stood partially open, Kerry headed toward it with a glass of orange juice. She stopped, startled, as she realized what he was doing. Adam was supine on the bed, one hand stroking his dick through his boxers. The tip of his big, hard cock was just visible through the boxers' opening. Eyes closed, he was breathing deeply, obviously imagining someone either sucking or fucking his cock.
Kerry smiled devilishly. She somehow knew (or hoped, anyway) that Adam was fantasizing about her. She watched his strong chest heaving as his hand ran up and down the length of his rock-hard rod. Her lust growing, Kerry backed away silently, set down the glass of juice and ran into her own room to put on the sexy little Christmas costume she'd brought with her, just in case her plan to seduce Adam had gone particularly well.
Kerry shimmied into the tiny red skirt and tightened the soft top over her breasts. Holiday stockings, black heels and a sexy Santa hat completed the outfit. She didn't bother with a thong or g-string. She was already so wet (and Adam clearly was already so hard) that she was eager to put as few obstacles as possible in the way of their long-overdue sex session.
