<< Crack! >> I wince at the flare of sparkling light splaying across my bedroom wall. Now I'm sitting in the dark, hoping my computer wasn't fried by a possible power surge.
I make my way to peer out my bedroom window. Yes, sure enough; the power-line has been pulled down to its side, weighed down by ice during what I believe is the worst ice storm I've seen in years.
"Oh great," I mumble. "No more furnace heating the place." I put my parka on over my housecoat and pajamas, find my fuzzy slippers, and head off to the garage for firewood. "I sure hope the chimney isn't frosted shut, 'cause if is, I__" My cellphone rings, interrupting my train of thought; I answer it.
"Hi?"
"Hi Frank, how's things at home?" It's the wife.
"Not too good. Power's out and the roads are closed," I reply.
"Same here, dear. I guess I'm stuck at Jen's for the duration." Right, she had to go to her friend's place despite the weather warning. Oh brother.
"Keep warm babe," she adds.
"Yeah, okay. Does Jen have a..." She hung up on me. Also, I'm sure I heard giggling in the background. Damn lush, that Jen. My wife, alone with her weirdest single friend; my mind boggles at the possibilities. Oh well, it's Frank against the world: I'm off to get wood.
I feel my way around to the front of the car to my woodpile. I've gathered a good armload when I freeze: There's light spilling under the interior door. "Holy crap, the house is on fire!" My heart pounds in my chest.
"Hi Frank." It's my daughter in law, Lisa. She's holding her cell phone in front of her in flashlight mode. Clever girl, that Lisa.
"Whew, I thought I was in big trouble. What are you doing home?" She's been hanging around here a lot lately, for fear of getting stranded outside, in winter, while pregnant.
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"Well, Gene left me at home. He's drinking with his buddies tonight."
"Like mother like son I guess," I say to myself.
She's not just a clever girl; she's super hot. Getting her pregnant was the smartest thing that Gene ever did, and likely the only thing too, that dumb ass. I hope the kid gets her brains, as well as her looks. She has that winning combination; Gene does not.
"Would you mind setting a fire in my basement, Frank?" she purrs.
"Would I ever," I chuckle under my breath. My forty year old cock fills out nicely merely by hearing her voice, especially since she's started to 'show'. I've been fascinated by her modest breasts growing so ripe and full.
"What?" giggles Lisa.
"Oh, nothing. I'd be glad to help." She lights my way back inside and down to her basement. I love her scent: so young, so fresh. My heart races in her presence.
We get the kerosene lamp set up, bolstering the feeble light of her scented candles flickering in the basement living room. Together, we light the fire.
"So, what now?" she asks, beaming with mischief. Is she kidding? If I didn't know better, I could swear she's flirting. Surely not; I'm twice her age.
"Aw, I suppose it's an early bedtime for this old fart tonight," I confess. Although I could swear her eyes twinkled at the mention of 'bed', that is really what I want right now. The sooner I'm alone, the sooner I can stroke it while imaging her sitting on my face. Good god, I'd do her right.
"That's crazy. C'mon and play chess with me. And I don't think you're old or a fart," she laughs. I stop to consider her offer, as I haven't had a game in years. I tried to teach my wife to play once. If I ever sit across from someone asking, "Does the horsey jump in an L shape," again, I'm going to lose it. Not to worry: I've heard she's good at the game. Very good.
"Okay, you're on." We set up to play.
I'm oddly at ease in Lisa's company as we sit bathed in the elemental firelight. I blame the distraction of her sultry blue eyes and her silky cleavage for my sudden demise on the chess board. "Haha! Got your king, Frank!" she cheers. "Play again?"
"Sure, it's not like I can go out for smokes or anything." I'm feeling shy after her defeat of me.
"You want to make it 'interesting', Franky?" I gulp, hating being called that. I ignore it, wondering what she has in mind.
"Like for money, Lisa?"
"No, not for money. I mean really interesting." She slides her chair away from the table. The lower half of her robe falls open. I flinch as she crosses her long, stocking clad legs, looking over her sexy glasses at me. She's rubbing the sides of her thick, strong thighs while smiling and nodding. I can't believe this is happening; my scalp swirls with exquisite tensions. I lean in.
"It's something I made up to get Gene to play," she informs me, matter-of-factly. I love her sexy librarian vibe, I really do. I lean back, feigning a lack of interest in her gorgeous leg show.
She slides her chair back to the table, listing the game rules. "It's simple. A pawn capture equals a kiss. A knight equals a nipple sucking. A bishop is good for ten seconds of masturbation. A rook means ten seconds of oral."
"What about a queen then?" I cough, blushing while my cock tents in my boxers.
"Same as a checkmate: an ass slamming, as in anal invasion!" she laughs, slapping the table. I'm thinking of leaving, but I have to know.
"An ass slamming? But what if I win?" I ask hoarsely.
"You'll see!" she glowers, a devilish smile crossing her face. I swallow. She definitely has me curious. Maybe I'll see how this plays out; I can always quit if things get too weird for me.
"I'm in," I state boldly. A wave of regret follows my words.
"Oh. Well okay." She looks on, flushed and disappointed, thinking I'd wimp out, probably. I love chess too much to turn down a game.
She plays the English opening; I capture her pawn, compromising my middle board position. I take the piece smugly from the board, forgetting this is no ordinary game. Lisa smiles, circling her lips with her pretty pink tongue, and stands, leaning in for a kiss.
I start to my feet, planning to escape only to have her hot, hungry mouth cover mine. Her lips are so full, so tender, I give in to her will. She ends our kiss with a loud smack, pulling her lips from mine. "There! Happy now?" she asks, pouting in mock defeat.
