How Cassidy and I ruined our friendship [M21/F21][road trip][just friends][snuggling][advanced snuggling][hanky panky][sexual intercourse][breakfast the next morning]

"I'm not gonna fuck you," Cassidy reminds me.

"I know," I'm exasperated, "You keep saying. Even though I've never asked."

She looks at me from the passenger seat, the window behind her showing the endless desert scrolling past. Her pale freckled skin and curly red hair would help make her cuter if she weren't so busy scowling all the damn time. "I know how guys think," she lectures, "They think once they do you a favor, that they own you."

"If sex is all you think I want, why did you even agree to get in my car, then, Cassidy?"

She rolls her green eyes. "Because I needed the ride home, obviously. And nobody else was offering."

It's been five hours of this. Five hours of barren highway piercing high desert and shrubby wasteland and sun-baked parched earth listening to Cassidy tell me how much she resents that I am doing her a favor. And there's another five hours yet to come. "You're making me regret the offering. I was just trying to be nice."

"Nobody's ‘just nice,' Jamie. They always want something from you."

"That is so totally not true. You just hang out with assholes. Your family lives not far from mine, I was doing this drive anyway, it is really no big deal to have you or anyone else ride along with me. If I was giving a ride to Steve Newkirk, you think I'd be expecting him to put out?" Another guy in our dorm, and not a particularly attractive one.

"With guys its different," she says, "And anyway, you don't have Steve Newkirk with you, you have me. And I know how you look at me."

"I don't look at you like anything!"

"What about Halloween? At that party?"

I groan. "That was one time. I was drunk. And you were– you were showing off the girls. All I did was gawk. And I apologized, dammit. The next day, I told you I was sorry!"

"But you still did it. You still thought about fucking me."

The speedometer glides past seventy without remark. There hasn't been another car on the road in a long time, and there aren't even any bends, just a straight line of pavement up into the next ridgeline ten miles distant. "Not every guy who looks at you wants to fuck you, Cassidy. Good lord."

"I don't think every guy does, Jamie. I just think you do. I know how your pervy little brain works, always locking yourself up in your room."

I frown at her. "You mean when I'm sleeping?"

"When you're jacking off, is more likely."

"I don't– oh my god, what're you saying? You want me to walk around the dorm lounge masturbating? Just pulling my dick out by the couch, stroking it casually as you sip your tea, as Amy reads her trashy magazines?"

This earns me a laugh from Cassidy. "Oh god, can you imagine? She'd probably offer to start sucking you off. Girl's got no self-respect."

"You think she would?" I say thoughtfully.

She punches me in the shoulder for that, but not hard. "Don't you dare. I know you're desperate, but you're better than that, Jamie."

"Hey! I'm not desperate."

"Oh yeah? When's the last time you got laid? You broke up with that girl that was your study partner, what, like, a month and a half ago?"

I give her a look. "Why are you keeping track of this? Do you have a spreadsheet or something? A folder full of notes on each of us on the floor, dossiers all cross-referenced with our dietary habits, how often we bathe, approximate wealth levels of our families?"

"Shut up, Jamie," she looks away, "I'm just looking out for you, is all. I'm concerned. I like to know who's coming and going."

"Yeah, you sure seem to know who's cumming."

"Dammit, I'm being serious."

"You are?"

Cassidy scoffs. "Don't be an asshole."

I'm not clear on how I'm being asshole. "For your information, update your spreadsheet to just over three weeks ago. When Maria Donovan's cousin came by to visit. Lucinda."

"You're fucking kidding me."

"Am not." My smile is smug. Appropriately so.

"She was way too hot for you."

"Well, apparently she disagreed. The whole group of us were out in the tree ring up on the hill, just shooting the shit, way late at night. Someone brought this box of beers, cheap crap but I'm not complaining. And as I was getting drunk Lucinda sat down next to me and we were chatting and then, I don't know, we started making out and then she pulls me away from the others and we go behind this big pine and she blows me. And then we were back before anyone noticed us missing." I chuckle, thinking about it.

"Jesus Chris, Jamie. Have some dignity. Getting your cock sucked behind a tree? What type of slut are you?"

"The type that likes getting his cock sucked. Behind trees is optional, I'm good with anywhere. Lucinda was nice, though. Cute smile. Big tits."

"She sucked your dick, of course you think she was nice. I didn't know you were such a whore."

I click my tongue against my teeth. "I didn't know I was either. Turns out, I just hadn't had the opportunity before. I'm trying to figure out how to be a bigger whore, actually. Would you believe I quite enjoy having random girls sucking me off?"

"Fuck you, Jamie. I told you I'm not going to have sex with you."

"Cassidy," I sigh, dropping the grin from my face, "You seriously don't owe me any favors for this, sexual or otherwise. I'm happy just for the company, happy to give you a ride."

"Yeah, it's the ‘giving me a ride' part that worries me."

A beat passes where we look at each other, and then another. And then we both burst into laughter.

"Ok, ok," I say, waving away my giggles, "That's so not how I meant it. Anyway. Even theoretically, hooking up with someone — anyone — living on the same floor seems like a bad idea, you know? Like, what if it goes wrong, but you'd still have to see that person every day? Share a fridge with them? Pass each other on the way to the toilet? No thank you."

"What're you talking about? Daniel and Amy fucked the first week. I was still getting to know everyone's name and they were busy screwing like rabbits. Then he ditched her sorry ass and hasn't even glanced at her since."

"And you think I should be more like Daniel?"

"Oh, fuck no. Thank god. He's alright looking, I'll give him that, but once you try to have a conversation with him… what a douchebag."

"Amy's door's across from mine, you know," I say.

"Yeah? And?"

"Daniel still goes over there sometimes. Late at night, when he comes back from parties drunk. I think, if he can't find someone to pick up, he goes to Amy, and she doesn't know how to say ‘no.'"

"Fuck, that's terrible."

"I know."

Another half-mile passes in silence.

"Thank you for not being like Daniel," Cassidy says.

"He's not the type of man-whore I aspire to be. I want to be the nice kind, the kind that doesn't leave a wake of pissed off girls behind him."

Cassidy looks out the window. "Yeah, good luck with that. Let me know how it works out for you."

Her sarcasm makes me feel bad. "Hey, hey. I'm just letting my mouth run. Don't take anything I say seriously."

"I never take you seriously, Jamie."

And I don't know what to do with that, so I let it lie, focus on driving. We're coming up on a ridgeline, weaving up the switchbacks as we climb towards the crest separating one indistinguishable desert valley from another. Turning the wheel as we cross the summit, I'm busy navigating the descent when Cassidy turns her frown towards something out in the distance.

"What's up?" I ask.

"What's that?" she points with her chin.

I steal a glance up, and then I'm frowning too. "Uhh… that looks ominous."

"That cloud is really dark-looking. And I definitely see rain coming down."

"Hrmm." I check the car's thermometer, see that without my noticing its dropped into the fifties. "Well. I've got plenty of gas left. A little rain won't slow us down."

"What about flash floods? The ground looks pretty dry."

I don't have an answer for that, so I just keep driving on. And as we continue, I can't help but notice we are literally the only car on the road. And that the temperature has dropped another ten degrees. And that the cloud is looking mighty close, mighty big. As we start to climb the next ridgeline, there's a crack of thunder.

"This might be interesting," I say dryly.

"I don't like ‘interesting,' Jamie. Not out here. What're we going to do?"

I shrug. "What can we do? I'm not turning around, and I'm definitely not stopping. We'll push through. I've driven through worse." Have I? I'm not sure how bad this'll get, but saying it aloud sounds reassuring.

"How are you so calm?" Nerves are eating at Cassidy, though.

"Would you rather I panic?"

She looks up at the cloud. "No."

Crossing the next ridgeline, the rain comes on like a torrent. Buckets of water crash into my car, the wipers flipping furiously to push it off as quickly as they can. The thermometer shows it's the low forties outside, and I say. "Well, at least it's only rain."

Until it's not. The temperature drops, and a gusset of hail bounces off the roof with pinging ricochets.

"I'm afraid, Jamie. Maybe you should slow down."

"I think… you're right."

The road, thankfully, remains clear of the worst of it. I suppose it must retain some of the day's heat and be melting the ice that lands on it. "At least the ice is only on the sides of the highway," I say.

Until it's not.

The hail gives way to snow, and as the pinging is replaced by the soft flurries, flakes swirl up and stick to the windshield.

"Jamie, I don't like this," Cassidy says, "I really don't like this. I didn't even bring a jacket with me. All I've got is this sweater." Her hand closes down on my upper arm.

"Cassidy," I say, trying my best to sound confident, to project assurance, "It's just a little weather. Just a November storm. Not a big winter one. It looks scary now, but it'll blow through before you know it. We'll be fine, I promise."

Yet even though it's only afternoon, it's grown very dark outside, very quickly. The only light is from my headlights, the only thing I can see is a tiny patch of road and thick clusters of swirling snowflakes.

"Are you sure?"

I look her in the eye. "A hundred percent."

"Thank you." Her voice sounds small.

It happens when I'm not expecting, because that's when these things always happen. I'm driving us through a big flat stretch of valley, no switchbacks, no turns, not even any hills, and the road it straight and even as always. I don't even see anything when the car instantly loses traction, spins uncontrolled across the asphalt. I'm no racer, but neither am I a complete neophyte. Instinctively, I pull my foot from the pedals, steer into the spin without thinking about it, pray to the car gods that traction control and simple physics collaborate into my tires reasserting themselves. Cassidy is making this high-pitched wail but I am aware of that only vaguely.

It's wrong, unnatural, my old but trusty sedan moving sideways, the wheels which had never done me wrong before suddenly betraying my trust. In what feels like slow-motion, the car skids perpendicular, the edge of the narrow strip of black asphalt growing closer and closer, the doom of the shoulder ditch approaching despite all I am doing. I don't know how to brace myself for a car to roll, but I cling to the steering wheel with knuckles white and close my eyes.

And then I open them. We're stopped. I force myself to start breathing again. We're pointed the wrong direction and we're in the oncoming lane, but we're still on the pavement and we're not injured and the car's not wrecked. I give the gas pedal a tentative little push, feel the car creep forward. I breathe a second time, pull us carefully, slowly onto the narrow shoulder. My shoulders sag. "Fuck."

Cassidy explodes. "Fucking hell, Jamie! What the fuck? What the fuck was that? What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck are we going to do? We're stuck out here!" She's not crying, but she's close.

My own heart still beating fast, adrenaline leaving me with a cold sweat, I place my hand between her shoulders. "It's ok, it's ok."

"It is not ok! How can you be so calm, Jamie?" Her breakdown is immanent.

"It was black ice. These things happen. But we're fine, the car's fine. We'll keep going, ok? I'll drive slow, extra careful. I promised you we'll be fine, and we will be."

"Jamie!" A tear streaks down her cheek.

I try to pull us back out, but when the car immediately starts to slide again, I have no choice but to get us back on the shoulder. "Ok, ok. I'll think of something."

"Do you have snow chains?"

I bite my lip. "Those would be nice, wouldn't they?"

"So now what?" Her tears are coming fast now, faster than the snow outside. "I haven't had any signal on my phone in hours. We're going to die out here, aren't we? You've killed us. They're going to find our bodies, frozen to death in your stupid car."

"We're not going to die."

"Yes we are, you stupid asshole. I should have never gotten into the car with you. No wonder nobody else was driving this way. I asked around, you know? After you offered a ride? I didn't want to spend ten hours alone with you, but here I am anyway. Why couldn't you have taken the fucking interstate? Bullshit that this is more direct. And now I'm going to die because I'm such a fucking idiot. What a way to go. Frozen to death, alone in the desert with a pervert."

"We're not going to die!"

"Oh yeah?" Cassidy glares at me, sobbing as she does, "What's your big plan to save us? I fucking hate you."

I'm trying to think how to calm her when my whole car shakes and rumbles and there's this massive blaring noise and bright glaring light and my heart skips a beat and I'm about to lose it myself until understanding arrives and I grasp that it's just an eighteen-wheeler blowing past, tooting its horn. And the first truck is followed by another, and then another. An entire convoy of big rigs rolls down the highway, one right after another. There must be forty or fifty of them, rows of lights glowing into the storm, big motors thrumming away, riding each other's drafts, completely crushing away all the black ice.

Without saying a word, I pull us out behind the last truck in the convoy and pace behind it. We don't go fast, but we go, and all my concerns about sliding and danger and death become a thing of the past.

Cassidy and I don't speak, not for a long time. Eventually I turn the music up, my peppy synth pop mix. The melodies reassure me that we will be ok. An hour passes this way.

Behind our escort of trucks, we climb to a higher elevation, and although the storm shows no signs of abetting we remain safe and warm and quiet. When we pass through a small mountain town, one we were supposed to have been through hours earlier, I spot a motel flashing a green neon ‘vacancy' sign through the snow.

Even though the clock says it's only seven in the evening, it feels later, and when I look at Cassidy and nod at the sign, she says, "Here's as good as anywhere."

I pull off the highway, slow the car to a stop under the steep pointed roof of the motel driveway.

"I'll do it," Cassidy says. She gets out, stretches, shivers against the cold, and then pulls her shoulders in tight in her sweater as she trudges into the small and ancient lobby. Through the glass I see her have a quick conversation with the old woman working there, and she returns a minute later with a huge brass key dangling from a cheap plastic keychain. "Room twenty-one."

I move the car to a spot in front of the room, and, bristling against the chill, pull our bags from the trunk. In the threshold of the door to the motel room, I stop and frown.

"They only had singles left," Cassidy says, sitting on the single large bed dominating the space, "Sorry."

I set the bags down, close the door. "Do you really hate me?"

"No." And she looks like she means it. She's embarrassed, head downturned, avoiding my gaze. "I'm sorry I said that. I was just… I don't know. I really don't hate you. Not at all. You're actually one of the better people I've met at college, Jamie. I say things I don't mean sometimes when I get stressed, I really need to be better."

I sigh, sitting down beside her. "Alright. It's fine. I didn't really believe you anyway." I look around and exhale through my nose. "I'll use the pillows to make a spot on the floor, I guess."

"No. You're the driver. You deserve the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

I look at her. She looks at me.

"I mean," she says, "Unless… I mean, if it's cool with you, I don't mean to… we're not kids, nobody should have to sleep on the floor. We could both sleep on the bed. It's pretty big."

"I'll keep my hands to myself."

"Ok then."

I grab my things, go to shower off. I don't have much, what with planning to have been at my parents' house by now, but I clean up best I can using the cheap soaps the motel provides. It's the hot water I'm primarily there for, anyway, the steam soaking into me, relaxing me.

Cassidy knocks on the bathroom door. "Don't be all day. A girl's gotta go."

I laugh, turn the water off, dry off, pull on some fresh boxers, and exit. "All yours."

"Thanks." She rushes in, not giving me a second glance.

Cassidy's claimed the side of the bed furthest from the door, so I go to the other, setting my phone to charge on the nightstand and crawling into the sheets. She's left the TV on. It's a relic from back before screens became flat, set inside a cabinet with doors. On screen is a Spanish-language show, some telenovela. I find the remote, change the channel. It's in English, but it's infomercials. I change the channel again. More infomercials. And then static, static, static, endless static. I set it back to the telenovela.

When Cassidy comes out from the bathroom, brushing her still-damp hair, draped in a long t-shirt, she says, "Only three channels, can you believe it? And the best one's not even English."

"I think the main guy is having an affair with his brother's wife, but I'm not sure. Three years of high school Spanish didn't prepare me for such drama."

She perches down on her side of the bed, her butt curving out as she does it. And the way she twists her torso pulls her t-shirt snug against her. I can't help but look, she's lithe and sexy. "The sign outside said HBO. Maybe the storm knocked the cable out, though." She takes the remote from me, turns the TV off.

My eyes linger on her, on her long wavy red hair. "You look good."

Cassidy's chin whips up, her eyes focus on mine. "We're just friends, Jamie."

I put my hands up. "Didn't mean nothing by it. Just a friendly compliment."

She doesn't say anything.

I yawn and turn off the light on my side. "Anyway. I know it's not that late. But I'm feeling ready to fall asleep. Don't worry about being quiet, when I'm tired like this I can sleep through most anything."

"You look good, too."

"Thanks," I say, pulling the blanket up past my shoulders, resting my head against the pillow. "Good night."

"When the car spun out. How did you stay so calm? Are you always like that?" She turns her light out, making the room dark. Her face is lit only by what filters in from the parking lot around the edges of the curtain.

I shrug. "I just don't see much point in panicking."

Cassidy lays down on her side of the bed, pulls the blanket up same as me. "Of course there's no point in panicking. Panic isn't something you choose to do. It just happens."

"Not to everyone, I guess. I never thought much about it, I don't think of myself as being one of those ‘cool in a disaster' guys but I guess I've always been good at staying calm. There's probably a point where I would panic. But spinning out on an empty highway? That's a ways from it."

Under the sheets, her hand finds mine, pulls it towards her. She pushes her thumbs across my palm and holds on tight. I don't know what she's doing but don't pull away, either.

After a minute like this, I roll towards her and say, "It's cold. Do you want to snuggle?"

Zero hesitation, she slides across the bed and curls up into me, making herself the little spoon. Our bodies press together in the bed, our warmth mixing, her bare legs leaning on mine. "Ok, but–"

I cut her off, "I know. We're just friends, no funny business."

"Jamie. Hold me."

Wrapping my arm around her belly, I do what she says and hold us together tight. I don't think I'll be able to quite sleep like this, but it feels right, so I squeeze her snugly.

"You smell nice," she says.

Nobody has ever complimented my odor before. I repress an urge to kiss the back of her neck.

And when nothing more happens, I figure the girl is just needing some affection and that's it. I close my eyes and try to sleep. Though with Cassidy all intimate in my arms it makes my mind drift. My brain is in turmoil, the animal centers on full alert to the cute girl with me, whose limbs are intertwined with mine. And the logical part desperately reminding the animal parts to shut up and behave.

"Jamie."

"Yeah?"

"Snuggling with you feels really nice."

Animal horniness surges. "I do know some more advanced snuggling techniques." I slide my arm down over her belly, bringing my hand just to her waistline. "But I don't use them on friends."

"What if we ruin our friendship?"

Slipping my fingers down to come back up under her shirt, I find where her legs meet her hips. "What if we do?" The thin soft material of her panties are hot to my touch. And as I explore, gently probing, slow but persistent in my inspection, I feel the tight curves of her pussy.

"I mean," she says, breaths coming quicker but trying to hide it, "Let's say, hypothetically, if you and I were to have a thing for each other, it totally wouldn't work, would it?"

I stroke and tease her lips through the fabric, not sure if we're really going to take this any further, but finding her growing warmer, getting wet as I play with her. "Hypothetically speaking, of course, it would be a complete disaster."

"That's what I thought," she sucks in air, "We'd be terrible for each other."

With a finger I pull her panties to the side, freeing her bare pussy, and then guide her knee up and apart from its partner. With her thighs spread I cup her whole sex in my palm. "We'd fight and bicker all the time."

Cassidy's shoulders weave against my chest. "My friends would tell me how much better I can do."

I tease her lips with my fingertips before bringing my thumb to the ridge above her clit, beginning a slow but incessant massage. "And I'm a notoriously selfish lover."

Deep inside her, she makes a slight moan. "You're so hot-headed."

"Rage and fury pour out of me." Her lust is betrayed in the way her pussy's reacting, in the way when I slip my fingers inside her she's sopping with arousal, in the way her clit's swelling as I tease my touch closer and closer.

"You're the worst."

"I truly am." If I can trust my own senses, the time for teasing has ended I've got her ready for me to bring home. I unleash all my desire for her, channel it through my hand, and drive the massage into her most sensitive spots with a careful, deliberate, nonstop furor. "You're best off staying far away from the likes of me."

But Cassidy's not hiding her moans any more, or maybe she can't, and her only response is a concerto of the cutest most exquisite whimpers. She writhes against my chest, and I pull my other arm around her, holding her tight, grabbing a tit through her shirt. My spoiling her pussy with pleasure is ceaseless, tireless, and she spreads her knees farther to accept me in.

Loving her squirming and trembling, I keep her going and going and going, my own exhaustion a thing forgotten, my only need an insatiable urge to give Cassidy delight.

"Fuck, Jamie," she whimpers, "What the fuck?"

"You want me to stop?"

Her response is immediate, demanding, "No!"

My fingers slipping inside her, I smear another coat of her arousal onto her clit, all while flicking my other hand's fingers past a nipple. Cassidy's losing herself in my touch, pushing me away not at all, welcoming each new thing I think to do to her. Her red hair splays across my face. I blow it away, lean down to nibble on her ear.

"Jamie!" She practically yells my name, a desperate timbre.

"What?"

She arches her head back and squeals, "You're gonna make me cum!"

So I do, holding her tight, keeping my fingers tweaking her exactly she's been liking it best, massaging more and more pleasure into her, as much as she can take, keeping her riding the bliss, making her moan and gasp and whimper. Her legs are shaking and her shoulders are writhing and her hands keep clamping down hard on my thighs but I don't care.

Cassidy keeps going, longer than any other girl I've done this to. As long as she's still enjoying I resolve to keep her there.

And she keeps going, a nonstop groan coming from her lungs, limbs going floppy and loose, head swishing this way and that against my chest.

"Ok, ok, ok," she's pants, "Jamie, ok. Ok. That's good. That's good. You're going to rub me raw."

I pull my hand of her pussy but keep her pinned tight to me while she catches her breath.

"What the fuck was that, Jamie?"

"You didn't like it?"

"I've never… nobody's ever done that to me before. Most guys just get me wet and then fuck me. If they even bother to get wet. You are gonna fuck me, right?" Her hand fumbles around beneath the sheets until it closes down roughly on my erection. "Oh, fuck. Jamie. Tell me you're gonna fuck me with this."

With a tease I say, "I thought you said no sex."

"Shut the fuck up. There's condoms in my purse there. Stick this entire fucking thing in me. I need you so fucking bad."

When I make it back to bed with the condom, she's taken off all her clothes, but so have I. She helps with the condom, jerking my bulging hard cock with her fist as she pushes it on. I just stare at her in awe, her pretty pale features glowing in the dim light.

"Now fuck me already with this huge fucking thing."

Setting Cassidy on her back, I push her legs wide and kneel below her. Her pussy glistens. My dick yearns for it, reaches out towards it, sways for it as it strives.

"Please, Jamie, don't make me beg. I will, I need you so–ooh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

She's so fucking tight, I push in all the way to the hilt, I can't help myself. I need her bad. My hips start on their own, plunging my fat cock into her over and over again, feeling my balls squish up against her ass. I push her legs out wider, push myself in her deeper, watch her pussy lips stretch and cling to my shaft.

"Fuckin… Jamie… your cock feels… why didn't you fuck me back at Halloween?"

"I had just gotten out of a relationship, Cassidy." Her pussy is so hot, welcomes my dick so perfectly. And seeing her spread open beneath me, her lips parted, her tits bouncing. Why didn't I fuck her back at Halloween?

She moans, "I'd have helped you get over her."

"You were pretty fucking hot as that fairy thing."

"I was the good witch Glinda! From Wizard of Oz!"

"Who?"

"Nevermind."

I pull her hips up to change the angle all the while keeping pounding my cock into her, violating her pussy with my girth. "Hey," I say, "Earlier, how come you kept saying you weren't going to fuck me?"

Cassidy looks up at me, flush cheeks and glistening eyes. "Obviously I wanted to," she explains, "But I'm not a slut. I wasn't just going to give it up just because you were doing me a favor."

"What changed?"

"You saved my life, you dumbass."

I think on this. "I was also the one that put your life in danger."

"Yeah, and then you saved it. Lift my leg up, fuck me from the side."

I do, resting her ankle on my shoulder, drilling my cock in all the deeper with the new position.

"Ohmigod, oh fuck," Cassidy moans, "You're gonna make me cum again…"

I grunt, "Good," and fuck her for all I'm worth. And while I watch her lose it, her shoulders twitching and back arching, I can stave off my own orgasm no longer. With a mighty buck, I slam my hips into her once, twice, three times, and there I stay as my cock throbs and balls tighten and I'm cumming, vision narrowing and ears roaring and dick cumming, deep inside my friend.

With a moan I collapse to the bed, a sweaty, clammy, spent figure. Cassidy's hands grip onto me as she gasps for air beside me, and I like the feeling of that, like having her there. I roll over and give her a quick kiss on my way to the bathroom.

When I return, Cassidy's asleep in the bed, looking so peaceful and delicate tucked into the blanket. I don't want to disturb her, but when I try to sneak into the sheets, she stirs and presses herself into me.

"You still smell nice," she murmurs.

I hug her tight.

When morning comes, I rise early, but Cassidy's already up. "The coffee's terrible. But there's a diner a block away."

I blink. She's already put her clothes on and is looking cozy in her sweater and yoga pants. "How's the weather?"

She shrugs. "Haven't checked."

I get out of the bed, only slightly embarrassed to be completely totally naked, and push open the blinds. "Oh. Oh wow." The storm has blown out. The sky is a crazy perfect gradient of pinks and oranges and blues and entirely empty of clouds. And directly out the window, looking frightfully close, is a towering purple mountain, dusted with the glittering shimmer of fresh snowfall catching the first rays of sunrise.

Cassidy comes up to my side, agog. With wide eyes, she turns to me, then back to the mountain. "Holy fuck, Jamie. It's beautiful."

I kiss her. She kisses me back. Her lips are soft, her tongue strong. It's passionate, sensuous, sexy as fuck. My cock rises up between us.

Cassidy whips the curtains closed, pushes me back onto the bed, kneels down, and then wraps her fists around my erection.

"Oh… fuck," I mutter, leaning on my elbows, watching her stroke me with twisting wrists. My dick is rock hard and throbbing red. And Cassidy's expression, the smile on her lips, the impishness in her eyes, it just makes me harder. She jerks off cock like it's a joke, like she's just having some fun at my expense. And when I start breathing hard, in a flash her humor is gone, replaced with sexiest look of need, a lip-licking doe-eyed desire. But then she giggles and it's gone, telling me it was all just a mockery of sexiness. It makes me need her all the more. "Fuck, Cassidy. Do that again."

"What? This?" And suddenly she's serious again, licking her lips and mesmerized by my cock like it's the best thing she's ever seen. It's silly, but it's also so, so hot.

I cum, filling her hands with my seed. She laughs at me as if letting me know it's no big deal, that she'll do it again whenever I want. I fall back as she pumps me empty, cleans it all up. And when she comes back, she lays down next to me and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. "Whoever knew that mild-mannered Jamie would be the best lay I've ever had? C'mon. Get your clothes on. I'm hungry."