| Straight: Serial Stories: Spring Break in the Frozen Tundra: Chapter 1 |
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Jamie and I had been through a lot together in the year since we met. We’d shared our life stories, our families, our ups and downs, even a woman. When she broke up with her boyfriend a few months ago it was mostly at my urging. He wasn’t the right guy for her to be spending the rest of her life with. He could find the time and money to fly up to San Jose for hockey games, but couldn’t make the time to call her or to visit her at school. Every time she tried to talk to him about their problems he found a way to make her feel guilty. Being her friend, and being someone who had tried and failed at a long-distance relationship, I knew what she was going through and I did my best to help. Unfortunately in the process I had also fallen for her and it scared me. I had never fallen this hard before. When I was home over Christmas, we had spent an amazing two weeks together. We had cuddled in my bed watching movies and hockey games, spent a couple nights in my parents’ hot tub, and we’d even found the courage to play with each other. The problem was Jamie wasn’t over Steve yet and even though we were practically dating while I was home from school, we didn’t actually start dating. Her feelings for him were still just too strong. I came back to school in January knowing that I wasn’t really single. As far as I was concerned, I had a beautiful girlfriend back in California and I was willing to wait forever for her to feel the same way. I knew she loved me as much as I loved her; it was just a matter of time before she was able to forget him and be with me. I was hoping that time would come when she visited me during her spring break. There’s no better way to prove you love someone than to brave the freezing cold Minnesota spring. Jamie hates the cold weather. We’d often joked that we could never be together because I want to live somewhere I could make an ice rink in my backyard and she can’t live anywhere that got below 60 for more than ten minutes. It really meant a lot to me that she was coming up to St. Paul when she could’ve spent her spring break in Mexico with her roommates. She arrived at the airport Friday evening. I took advantage of the fact that my parents are airline employees and listed myself on a flight that I never intended to take so that I could meet her at the gate. The only thing I had for a carry-on was a bouquet of 12 roses: 4 red roses to signify my passionate love for her, 4 white roses to signify the unity I was hoping we would have by the end of the week, and 4 pink roses to complete the symbolism of our romance. I told her to look for me in my favorite hockey jersey because it would be extremely easy to find. I hadn’t told her I would be waiting at the gate for her. Ten feet from the gate she noticed me among the crowd and froze; her jaw almost on the floor. She dropped her bags and jumped into my arms. I had to drop the flowers or risk them being crushed between us. I chose to drop them on the floor and wrap my arms around her. She wrapped her legs and arms around me as tight so I wouldn’t drop her. Our lips met and we shared a deep, passionate kiss. I carefully let her back down to the ground and picked up the flowers. From the look on her face as I handed them to her I could tell I didn’t need the card that came with them, but I figured it would at least help me save my breath for anything that happened later. “Twelve beautiful roses for one beautiful angel,” she said as she read the card aloud. “Brett, this is so sweet.” She kissed me again; another passionate kiss, but even deeper this time. “You’re the most amazing guy ever,” she said. We broke our tight embrace and I picked up her bag. “I can carry it,” she said. “I wouldn’t be so amazing if I let you carry your own luggage now, would I?” I replied. “Besides, you’ll need a free hand to carry your flowers.” We walked away from the gate and straight to my car for the drive to my apartment. I opened the door to my apartment and led her to my room. Jamie sat down on my bed while I put her flowers in a temporary vase. I look at her sitting there in her nice blouse and khaki pants. Her shoes had already been discarded on my floor. She was so beautiful. “It’s hot in here,” she said. I watched as she began to undo her blouse. Slowly, one button at a time she teasingly removed her top. I was frozen in the middle of the room in total disbelief at my good fortune. Jamie’s hands moved to her pants. Again she teased me with her deliberately slow motions. “Do you like my outfit?” she asked. All I could do was nod yes as I continued to stare at this beautiful woman. Her c-cups covered by a beautiful black lace bra, her mound under a matching thong. “Come here,” she beckoned. She hooked the fingers of her left hand into the waist of my jeans and pulled me to her. Her right hand grabbed my neck and pulled my lips to hers. She parted my lips with her tongue. I felt her hands move to my hips and up under my shirt. I broke our passionate lip lock and quickly removed my shirt. I kissed Jamie’s neck. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. I gently sucked on her collarbone while my hands reached behind her and unclasped her bra. My mouth moved down her chest. I kissed my way to her thong. I pulled it aside with my thumb and licked her slit. I parted her lips and slid my tongue into her briefly, then pulled my head away from her. Jamie looked at me with an expression that clearly said “don’t stop.” I moved my mouth back between her legs, but not to lick. I bit her thong and tugged on it, pulling it off of her with my teeth. I could taste her wetness on the fabric and it was intoxicating. I wanted more. I kissed my way back up her thighs. My tongue licked her lips and flicked her clit, sending shockwaves through her body. My mouth closed on her clit. I slipped two fingers into her as far as they could go. I found her g-spot and started to gently stroke it with my fingers. “OH GOD, BRETT!” she screamed. “Don’t stop! I’m cumming, baby!!!” I pulled my fingers from her and put my mouth over her pussy as she started to squirt. Her juices tasted so sweet. I sucked and licked and tried to gather up every last drop of her sweet cum. I finally pulled my mouth from her sweet cunt and looked at my beautiful angel; lying so peaceful and satisfied in my bed. This would be a wonderful week… |
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