Greg and Phyllis Turner were both struggling to see the road. The snow that started early that morning had just about made the road impassable. They were near the cutoff to the cabin but the snow made it almost impossible to see where to turn. A trip that should have taken about 4 hours had turned into an 8-hour drive.
The two had been married that morning and were to spend their honeymoon at his uncle's cabin. For the next 2 weeks they would not see a soul but each other. A heavy snowstorm was forecast for all the east coast, but the cabin was well stocked with food and firewood. If they could make it to the cabin neither one minded being snowed in for a couple of weeks.
Greg was really frustrated by the long drive and weather. He had planed on being at the cabin long before now. After all this time he was finally going to get in Phyllis's panties. The two had been going together since the 11th. Grade and both were still virgins. It wasn't from his lack of trying, but she wouldn't let him until they were married.
Greg was a tall young man, very athletic, good at every sport he attempted. If it hadn't been for his love for Phyllis he could have had most any other girl in school, along with some of their mothers. He weighted about 170 pounds and had real dark eyes to go with his dark curly hair.
She was a beautiful little blond, only 5'3" tall and about 110 pounds. Her long blond hair fell to the middle of her back. Her breast high and firm as only a 20 year old could be. Because of her petite size they looked even larger than they were. Her mother and father were really strict on her, especially her father. She always had to be home at a certain time with no excuses. When she was younger and starting to fill out, the boys came around in droves. Her father finally put a stop to that. Greg was the only boy that kept coming, and was allowed to date her. Her mother was one of the mothers that found him attractive.
Greg finally found the cut off to the cabin. When he made the turn the only thing that kept him out of the ditch was the 4-wheel drive Tahoe he was driving. The tires caught and he pulled back into the middle of the road. It was about half mile from the main road to the cabin, and by the time they arrived it was all the 4-wheel drive could do to push it's way through the drifts.
They finally arrived at the cabin and he pulled right up to the steps. Each grabbed a hand full of luggage and headed for the cabin. He unlocked the door and pushed her inside. The cabin was just that, a cabin. His uncle used it for hunting and fishing. It had only one big room and a bath. The bath was so small only one person could possibly get in it at a time. A kitchen was in one corner and a bed in the opposite corner. A large fireplace was in the center of one wall. A porch went all the way across the front of the cabin. Most of the porch was piled high with firewood.
Greg started a fire and brought in the rest of the luggage. The fire soon warmed the small cabin enough for them to get out of their heavy coats. Greg could hardly wait to get her in bed. Even being virgins they were both ready to find out just what this entire sex thing was about.
It was by the hardest that she had been able to hold Greg off for so long. She was as ready as he to consummate their marriage. She didn't know what to expect but she had read enough books and listen to her friends to know that she was ready to see and feel what Greg had between his legs.
Greg was ready to do more than feel. She had only let him feel her breast through her sweater, never had he touch her flesh. Anything above mid thigh was off limits even though he knew that she was wanting more.
Just as he took her in his arms and started kissing her there was a knock on the door. Who in the world would be out on a night like this? Greg moved to the door and opened it. A man stood on the porch wrapped up to his ears in a heavy coat and a cap pulled down tight against the wind.
"I'm sorry to bother you folks but my car slid into the ditch. I was wondering if you could help me get it out and back on the road?"
The wind was whipping the snow around the corner of the cabin and the temperature was dropping fast. Greg said, "come on in and get warm while I get my coat. Then we'll see what we can do about your car."
The man stepped into the room and headed straight for the fire." I'm about to freeze to death. If I hadn't got here when did I wouldn't have lasted much longer? He took off his cap and unbuttoned his coat. Greg and Phyllis were surprised to see he was a black man. There were very few blacks where they lived and none at all in the school they attended. He smiled, "I'm Jim Bush" and stuck out his hand to shake hands with them. It was the first time she had ever touched a black person. Her hand looked so small in his large black one.
Greg told him to stand by the fire and warm while he got his coat. After he had gotten warm they left in the Tahoe to see if they could get his car out of the ditch. It was all Greg could do to keep the Tahoe on the narrow road. When they got to the main road He knew at once that Jim was never going to be able to continue on in his car. As much as he wanted the time alone with Phyllis he could not leave Jim out in the cold.
They tied the towrope to the car and Greg pulled him out of the ditch onto the narrow road leading back to the cabin. He told Jim, "There is no way for you to go on tonight. You will have to stay with us tonight and try to get out tomorrow."
They made there way back to the cabin with Greg towing him all the way. Phyllis was surprised to see Jim come back through the door in front of Greg. He explained that the road was closed for the night and that Jim would just have to stay with them.
She was as disappointed as Greg that they would not have this night alone but understood the situation. Maybe after Jim went to sleep they could have some time together.
The cabin was nice and warm from the roaring fire. Phyllis had heated them each a bowl of soup, and Jim had gone back to his car and came back with a case of wine. "I was going to take this to my father but I think we made need to put this to good use now."
They sit around talking and they told Jim that they had just married that morning and this was suppose to be their honeymoon. He apologized again for the interruption and that he would get out of their way as soon as possible. The fire and the wine were having an effect on all of them. Phyllis had never had any wine before and Greg wasn't use to drinking much either. Jim wasn't drinking as much as either one of them and he kept their glasses full. He had a hard time keeping his eyes from her. As the room got hotter she had pulled the turtleneck sweater off and all she had on was thin shift that was so thin you could see her bra through it. If Greg hadn't had so much to drink he would probably have told her she need to put something else on. Like it was he was getting one of the best looks at her that he had ever had.
As one bottle of wine was empted Jim would open the next. During the conversation the talk turned to sex and they confessed to Jim that they were both virgins and that they had been looking forward to remedying that to night. Jim would have been more than happy to help Phyllis out. If Greg would just have a few more drinks then that might be a real possibility. He even suggested that they might hang a blanket between the bed and fire so they could have some privacy.