It’s a cold January day, and the snow is piling up outside. I have to work today, and since I overslept, I am now running late. In the five years I’ve been working for Glazed Marketing, I’ve never been late once. I can’t believe I overslept. I’m rushing around the house like a mad woman. I have my toothbrush in my mouth while getting clothes out of the closet. I’m so late that I didn’t even make my bed. I finish my teeth and run down the stairs while buttoning my shirt. I grab my keys and start my car. I hurry to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. I get all the papers from the coffee table and shove them into my briefcase. At least I’m prepared for the meeting today because I brought home a bunch of work. It’s the real reason I overslept. I get my coffee from the kitchen and make my way to the door. I open my closet and get my coat, mittens, hat, and I put my ugg boots on. I lock and shut the door behind me.

I stop on my front porch and look at all the snow piled on top of my car. Behind my car the snow is even deeper and there is no way I’m getting out of the driveway anytime soon. I put all my stuff inside the car and clean the snow off it. Thinking maybe if I get a head start, I can plow my way through the deep snow. I look in my purse, and my pockets before I realized my keys are on the counter next to the coffee maker. Now, what the hell do I do? I don’t have a secret key anywhere. I always thought that was a stupid idea. Why would anyone hide a spare key outside their house? Now look who is stupid, Eve!

I called my boss and let her know everything that has happened. With the predicted snow amounts the meeting has been rescheduled. The office will probably close early, so I end up getting the day off anyway. Now I must figure out how to get into my house. I could break a window, but that wouldn’t be a smart thing to do during a snow storm. I google on my phone for locksmiths, and I have called three of them. Not one of them is willing to travel out on the roads. I need to do something quick cause my car is just about to shut off and it’s going to be cold. I kinda giggle when I think that if I didn’t have auto-start, I couldn’t have left my keys inside.

I know the only way inside is to break a window. So, I am getting out of my car to do so when I hear a voice from across the street, calling out my name. I look over, and Kevin’s father is out snow blowing their driveway. He turns it off and heads over to me.

“I really hope you aren’t driving into work today, Eve. The roads are bad.”

“Actually, I just got the day off. Now, I need to break into my house.”

“What do you mean?”

“I locked my keys in the house, and I don’t have a hidden key anywhere. I called a few locksmith’s, but none of them will come out in the storm.”

“Well, we can’t have you freezing to death or breaking a window; my Son wouldn’t like that. Come over to my house, and we can figure it out.”

“Are you sure, I don’t want to impose on you?”

I go with Mr. Steed to his home, and Kevin’s parents make me feel right at home. They make a fresh pot of coffee and offer me lots of food. I settle for a cookie with my coffee. We make light conversation; I have to say they are such friendly people. His dad, Bob is outgoing and his mom, Marie is more mellow, you can tell she is the glue in this family.

I’m not sure when Kevin will get home, he left his house this morning at five am. He is training for his fight and wanted extra time with his sparring partner. I kinda wish he was here right now and I know I'm being selfish in wanting him here. His fight is in two days and he’s getting all the extra time in now with his coach that he can. With the roads getting worse and the snow that just keeps piling up, I cross my fingers just hoping he makes it here safely.

I excuse myself from the table to use the bathroom, and I hear the front door open and close. I can hear Kevin’s voice calling out to his parents. He sounds frantic, and I can’t make out what he is saying. I open the door to hear Marie telling him to calm down that I’m in the bathroom. I walk out with a questioning look. He turns and sees me walking down the hall.

“Thank God, I was worried sick about you.” He comes to me and holds me tight.

“I’m okay, and Kevin, I can’t breathe.”

“I’ve been calling you. I went to your office, and someone said you never made it in. I got to your house, and your door is locked. When you didn’t answer your phone, I got more worried.”

“I locked myself out of my house, and your dad invited me over here. Now that I think about it, my phone must be in my purse which I think I left in my car. I’m sorry I worried you.”

“I feel better knowing you are safe and not out on the roads; they are bad. At times, it a complete white out.”

Kevin finally let go of me, and I can breathe again. He goes to take a shower, and then we join his parents for lunch. Afterward, we go over to my house looking to see if there is a possible way in. We know the only way in is to break a window. Neither one of us really want to do that, so I’ll just stay at their house for the night. I feel giddy inside knowing I’ll be sleeping next to him. It’s been a few nights since he has stayed at my house. His coach says he isn’t to have sex the entire week before his fights. It doesn’t make sense to me, but I honor his wishes. So, he hasn’t been staying at my house, he says it’s too tempting.

On the way back over to his house, I stop and pick up a handful of snow. I ball it into a snowball and toss it at Kevin. It lands right on his upper leg. He turns around with a look that says you didn’t just do that.

“Oh Sweetheart, I think you just messed with the wrong guy. You sure you want to do this?”

I bend down getting more snow, and he does the same. I toss my snowball, and it hits his upper shoulder. He tosses his and hits me in the stomach. We quickly get more snow. We have a snowball fight in the middle of the street. I slip on some snow once he gets me good with one to the side of my head and I fall on my ass. I lay here in the snow, and all I can do is laugh. He comes over reaching out a hand to help me up. I pull as hard as I can, and he falls on top of me, catching himself before he crushes me. We lock eyes, and he bends to give me a passionate kiss. We break apart when Marie yells out the front door for us.

I am wet and cold. Kevin takes me to his room and offers me dry clothes. I take my wet dress pants off, and he watches with hunger in his eyes. I toss my dress shirt to the floor and put on a sweatshirt he gave me. It’s big and warm. It hangs to my upper thigh. He gave me sweatpants, but I know they will be too big. I sit down on his bed, and he removes his wet clothing. He can’t hide his erection from me. He puts on a dry pair of sweatpants. I took notice of him going commando. I know we can’t do anything, but I sure wish we could. I feel the dampness in my panties, and it’s not from the snow. He comes over to me and kneels before me. I run my hands through his dirty blondish hair with golden highlights. My hands fall to his face, and his stubble itches my palms. I lean into him and take his lips to mine. I open my mouth to let our tongues tango. His hands slide up the sides of my thighs, to my waist and to my breasts. He takes them and fills his hands. My nipples harden beneath the sweatshirt.

He breaks our kiss and says, “I want to be inside you so bad right now.”

I rub his cheek with my thumb. “I know, I want that too. Only a few more nights.”

He gets up, adjusting his pants. He gets on the bed and lays his head on his pillow; telling me to join him. I crawl up the bed and lay my head on his chest.

“Kevin, I’m nervous to watch you fight. I was excited last week watching, but it’s going to be different knowing it’s you in the cage. Do you ever get nervous?”

“I try not to think about it. I try to pump myself up before a fight. I don’t believe that it’s good to go into the cage with the thought you might lose. You have to be in the right frame of mind. Would you feel better not going? I don’t want to make you watch if you are uncomfortable. My mom didn’t go for the first year.”

“How long have you been fighting?”

“Two years in the octagon. I have done mixed martial arts since I was ten. Started training hard when I was a senior in high school. I fought in lower levels for a few years, and I caught my big break two years ago. I won the championship six months ago.”

“Do you plan on this for your whole career or do you have other plans? What would you do if you got hurt and couldn’t fight anymore.”

“Right now, this is my plan. I can’t see myself doing anything else. If I think about not fighting, it makes me feel negative, and I don’t want that.”

“I guess I see your point. I can remember when I was a kid, I saw some commercial on TV and it started to make me think, how can that commercial be better. I started playing around with idea’s, and before I knew it, that was all I did in my spare time.”

“So, you like your job? I know you told me you are working hard for a promotion, but do you really enjoy it?”

“I do, It’s hard work and a lot of hours right now. I’m working on your campaign, and I now have Ann Lopez’s job until she returns to work. It’s tough, but I still love it.”

Kevin and I talked for a few more hours. I feel like I know him better and he knows me better. We talked about our friends, high school, and ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends. Now we are going down to have dinner with his parents.

We had dinner, and we all gather in the living room to watch a movie. I’ve seen this movie before, and I’m not really paying attention. I can’t get my mind off Kevin’s fight. I don’t know if I can watch him in the cage. I don’t mind MMA and have seen it on TV a few times. But the thing is I didn’t care about the person fighting. In the short time we have known each other I have come to care about him.

The movie is over, and his parents say goodnight. Kevin flips through the channels looking for another film. We are on the couch, and he is laid out with his head is on my lap. I’ve been playing with his hair for a good half hour. It’s been an hour that his parents have been in bed.

He rolls over and runs his hand up my inner thigh. “Whatever I do, you have to be quiet.”

He grabs onto my legs and pulls me down on the couch. He hooks his thumbs in my sweatpants and pulls them off. He covers us with a blanket and buries his face between my legs. His tongue dips out of his mouth and licks my pussy. I bite my lower lip to hide the moan that wants to escape. He licks up to my clit letting his tongue massage the sensitive nub. He sucks it into his mouth, and I squirm underneath him. I’m close to an orgasm. Kevin gets up on his knees and brings his upper body to mine.

“I want to be inside you so fucking bad. I want you to explode your cum all over my cock.”

He slides inside me while I taste my juices on his tongue. I would have never let any other man do this before. His rhythm is slow, and I feel every inch of his huge cock as my walls start to tighten.

“Kevin, what about what your coach told you?”

“Hell with him, he can have sore balls and see how it feels.”

“If you lose it will be my fault.”

“If I lose, Eve, it will be my fault, and I’m not going to let that happen.”

He shuts me up with his tongue going back in my mouth. He picks up his pace, and he goes deeper with each thrust. I rock my hips matching his rhythm. I’m right there, right on edge and he stops.

“Are you on the pill?’

I place my hands on his shoulders and push him up. He gets up on his knees, and I sit up. I can’t do this to him. I mean if the coach tells him no sex, I’m sure it’s for a reason.

“We can’t do this, Kevin.” He looks to me with worry in his eyes. “We are on your parent’s sofa and what if your coach found out?”

He pulls me by my ankles until my body is flat against the couch. “Would you rather be in my bed, with my headboard banging on the wall?”

He glides his shaft back inside me. His rhythm is fast and hard. I can’t make him stop when he is this determined. He lifts my sweatshirt and kneads my breasts. He pinches my erect nipple between his fingers, pumping faster with each thrust. I bite my lip again tasting blood. My muscles tighten, my pussy gets wetter, and I’m so very close.

He whispers in my ear, “Cum all over my bare cock.”

I do; panting and dizzy with wave after wave as he continues to fill me. I feel my orgasm dripping from with-in me. I try to catch my breath as he slows his rhythm.

He bites down on my earlobe holds it between his teeth, then he says, “I want to fill you with every drop I have.” But he doesn’t, he pulls out and lays beside me. After a while, we get up and go to his room.