She was born in the biggest snowstorm this side of 1900, after her mother had labored for 20 hours. Her father, enamored of the pristine white landscape he saw through the window, named her Snow. She was a beautiful baby, with a shock of dark hair and wide blue eyes. Her mother lived long enough to admire her daughter's pouty red lips and despair of the name Snow, and then she passed on from labor complications. Snow's father was heartbroken, but vowed to his wife's cooling body that he would protect and care for their daughter always.
Unfortunately for Snow, her father decided that a feminine influence in the house would be most beneficial to her, and he remarried within a year of his wife's death. His new wife was beautiful, but cold. She made a show of fussing over the baby, but from the time Snow was a young girl, she knew her stepmother didn't like her very much, and maybe even hated her. Snow loved her father dearly, and when he was killed in a car accident on the day of her 15th birthday she thought she might die too, of sorrow. She sought out her stepmother for the first time in her life, thinking they might console each other over their mutual loss, but the woman refused to speak to her, and shut the bedroom door in her face.
Snow spent the next three years focusing all her effort on her schooling. She studied hard, and did well in her classes. She dreamed of becoming a doctor, so that she might, just maybe, save another mother or father out there and maybe spare another girl such as herself from such sadness. Her stepmother largely ignored her, preferring to keep to herself or go out at night when Snow was home. Snow longed to feel close to someone, and sooner rather than later she found a boyfriend. Timothy was sweet and understanding, and his mother loved Snow. They had an easy relationship, but despite Timothy's urging, Snow could never bring herself to "go all the way" with him.
Snow graduated from high school valedictorian of her class. She was accepted into a good school and planned to work toward her medical degree. On the eve of her graduation, her class took a trip to the beach to celebrate. Snow had a fun time with her friends and looked forward to starting the next chapter of her life. When she arrived home the next morning, there were several boxes stacked on the doorstep, and to her surprise, her key wouldn't turn in the lock. She rang the bell but either her stepmother wasn't home or she was ignoring her. Snow sighed and looked in the boxes. The first one had a note on top of a pile of her clothes. 'You are 18 and graduated from high school. You are no longer welcome in my house,' read the note, and Snow burst into tears, not really surprised, but terrified as to what she would do. She called Timothy, and his mother insisted Snow come stay with them for the remainder of the summer, until she left for college.
That was the first night Snow had sex. She wanted to show Timothy she was grateful for a place to stay, and after being so strongly rejected by her stepmother, it felt good to be wanted by someone. The experience was vaguely unpleasant, she thought it was a messy and painful process, but Timothy seemed to enjoy it very much, and she endured his attentions several more times throughout the summer, before she left for college. The distance proved too much for Timothy, and within months of her leaving he broke up with her, but she found she did not mind very much, as she was an attractive young girl and there were plenty of boys eager to fill Timothy's shoes. She spent a few years casually dating and enjoying herself, and then in premed she met HIM.
Charlton was perfect. He was tall and handsome and polite. He was fun to be around and treated Snow like a princess. To top it off, he was rich. Snow was amazed at her luck. He took her out to dinners and away for weekends, which Snow appreciated more than anything since she lived with several roommates. The sex was amazing, too. He was skilled and persuasive, always getting her to try something new, something she had been scared to try before. Snow loved the feeling of being naughty or doing something society considered taboo. Blindfolds and handcuffs had found their way into her bed, and once she'd jacked him off while they watched a movie in the theater. It seemed she was helpless to resist his ideas. So when he suggested that he watch her with another man, she didn't argue.
They were in the kitchen she shared with her roommates while she cooked the two of them dinner. She shared the large house with 7 roommates, all male. It was surprisingly inexpensive to rent one small room, and as she had limited funds the situation suited her well. Charlton never seemed to mind the lack of privacy, and he was on friendly speaking terms with all her roommates.
"Who's home right now, babe?" asked Charlton.
"Umm Cody, Mike, and I think Zach," said Snow. "Why?" Charlton grinned.
"You were serious about letting me watch, right?"
"Sure," said Snow, "But I still don't see the connection..." her voice trailed off as Charlton left the room. Surely he couldn't mean one of her roommates, he had to be talking about watching her with someone she didn't know. She stirred the sauce on the stove and frowned. Charlton was gone a good ten minutes, but then he returned. Cody followed him. Snow's face burned. Oh please, don't let him be here for sex, she thought.
"Good news, babe," said Charlton. "Cody's interested. Very interested." Cody smiled at Snow.
"I've been interested since you moved in! I just never thought I'd have the chance."
