Chapter three

The next morning I wake up, all the while wishing that I really, truly hadn’t.

In the wake of a restless, fitful sleep rife with disturbing dreams, I awaken in a strange room—and with the worst headache I ever have suffered. A sharp, cutting pain that seems to be both physical and emotional in nature.

My actual headache, I fear, is the product of a long evening spent drinking to excess; something I rarely do, even while away at college.

The mental pain emanates from the horrible recent memory that drove me to drink in the first place; the mental image that tortures me as, again and again, I picture my dear father being murdered in cold blood, right before my disbelieving eyes.

“Daddy,” I cry out, letting loose with a loud, sharp sob. “Oh God, I hate what happened to you. I miss you so much already.”

Suddenly this admission inspires a barrage of tears; a torrent of expression that I cannot hold back as I whine and scream my misery.

I take in my breath as a pair of warm, strong arms catch me up in a nurturing embrace; rocking and cradling me with the gentlest touch as a succoring voice bids me to let it all go.

Opening my eyes to look up into the face of my beautiful host and protector, I manage a small smile as he wipes away my tears and hugs me closer to him.

“Thanks, Joey,” I rasp out, my voice cracking with emotion. “You’re far too kind to me, considering the spectacle I made in this very room last nig-“

I fall silent as my mouth is suddenly filled with a heaping helping of steaming hot oatmeal; a rich sampling of the bowl that Joey brings with him when he rushes to my emotional rescue.

“Don’t say another word, angel,” he whispers, voice soft and loving. “I know what you’re going through. Well actually I don’t know, but I can only imagine the pain you must suffer. So just relax now, and let me see if I can help.”

For several quiet moments we sit silently together, with him spoon-feeding me the piping hot oatmeal as well as a serving of cinnamon tea.

Finally, he sets aside my breakfast dishes and pulls me into his lap; staring deep into my eyes as he runs a gentle hand through my long mass of soft dark hair.

“Is there anything else I can do?” he whispers.

Without hesitation, I throw aside the calico quilt that covers my body; opening my arms to him as I pin him with a narrow eyed, very meaningful look.

“Are you sure, babe?” Joey asks me, tilting his head in my direction.

I nod.

“I know what I want,” I declare, arching my eyebrows to seductive effect. “And what I want, Joey, is you.”

I take in my breath as Joey responds with actions rather than words; seizing my lips in a passionate kiss as I murmur my keen approval.

Kissing away my worries and concerns in a single passionate advance, his full, moist lips massage mine in deep, even strokes; angling his head over mine to intensify our kiss.

I reach my hands upward to entangle my fingers in the long dark strands of his silken hair; pulling his head closer to mine as our tongues entangle between us.

Joey kisses me senseless as I lean hard into his kiss; my hands venturing downward to part the soft folds of his sea blue bathrobe. With hungry fingers, I rub and knead his chiseled pecs; his nipples flying erect beneath my touch as his breath catches in his throat.

He continues to kiss me as he slips my proper white nightgown slowly but surely off of my shoulders; revealing as he does the buxom breasts that he bows his head to suckle.

With a heated growl, he eases my body deep into the sheets of my soft, comfy new bed; his flawless physique covering mine as he strips me bare and tosses our clothes reckless to the floor beneath us.

Soon our arms and legs entangle as our naked, sweaty bodies unite; grinding together to create a certain friction as he licks my nipples erect.

Surging upward with a heated gasp, one that more than serves to betray his animal arousal, Joey once again seizes my lips in an intense kiss; his hands streaming like warm water down my sensitive spine before coddling and kneading my ever-tender breasts.

Writhing and slithering restless in his arms, I grind my being hard against his as his hands continue their tender exploration of my naked, desirous body; tickling my planed stomach before dipping daring between my long legs.

As I reach downward to stroke the planes of his flawless washboard abs, he proceeds to do some stroking of his own; coaxing open my sensitive folds and treating my feminine jewel to a long, intense massage.

I purr outright against his soft lips as his ministrations send shards of raw pleasure coursing upward to kiss every fiber of my naked, quivering body. Our kisses deepen as I wrap my arms around his broad, sculpted shoulders and thrust myself deeper into his embrace.

As his free hand cradles my back and his tongue licks and laves my mouth, Joey continues to massage my clit as his shaft emerges aroused; kissing my cleft as I spread my soft thighs to invite my lover farther inward.

Accepting my invitation with lustful fervor, Joey fully and finally joins us as one; sliding his manhood to the very depths of my wet feminine garden.

Our hips claim an immediate rhythm as his tongue mimics the motion of his manhood; even our breaths seem to merge as one as our bodies undulate in an endless tango.

Joey probes me with the strongest passion as he continues to massage the source of my pleasure; his hard, planed form gyrating against mine as we soar together toward a certain peak of undeniable ecstasy.

For a few precious moments, the worries of my life are all but forgotten; replaced by a feeling of erotic bliss that threatens to consume me.

Then suddenly my lover’s gorgeous dark eyes open wide to collide with my own. In that single instant, there is nothing in the world save him and me; and with the final thrust of his shaft and fingers, he sends me hurtling across the bounds of an incredible mutual orgasm.

Joey and I collapse in one another’s arms as ecstasy overcomes us; our sweaty bodies clinging together in a tight, binding embrace.

He remains within me as the spasms of joy subside slowly but surely within us; all the while sharing a secret smile that tells the truth of the tale.

“So babe,” Joey whispers, touching my cheek with a gentle caress. “Care to go for a ride?”

I arch my eyebrows.

“Wasn’t that what we just did?” I query, tone more than slightly breathless.

My question is answered moments later, as Joey and I dress, bundle up, and take to the vast, snow-sprinkled meadows that surround our winter borne refuge.

Lifting me most literally off of my feet, Joey plants me on the back of the shiny ebony motorbike that he has brought with us for the duration of our visit.

I watch quietly, and with admiring eyes, as my companion sits up tall and proud at the head of the bike; his back strong and straight, his legs long and sturdy and his thighs iron clad as they embrace its steeled sides, his long, silky dark hair blowing back into my face as he sets his dark gaze on the course before him.

I wrap my arms around his trim waist and press myself sure and tight against his back; feeling once again his strength and grace as he revs his engine and launches his motorcycle into a quick but steady dirge that sweeps us with a certain fury across an ivory covering of snow-covered ground.

Suddenly I feel as though I’m flying on air as a cloud of white snow passes and scatters beneath our lightning fast wheels. Suddenly we are one with the wind, racing in circles while still directed toward a certain single destination.

“Still,” I can’t help but wonder. “How will it end?”