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Snow Angels By Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004
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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!
   *****
   "Huh?  Whazzat?" In my state of mind, half awake and half asleep, I
thought I could hear the thumping sound so indicative of a car driving on
the gratings to the side of the road.  I had been peacefully slumbering in
the back of the van, but something had jarred me awake.  I could tell we
weren't moving, and I craned my neck up, peering over the seats but
couldn't see much.  It was dark now, and I knew it probably my turn.
   "You want me to drive?" I called up, but neither Scott nor Cindy
answered back, which was strange.  Cindy was quite the talker, and it had
taken a while for me to get to sleep.  The three of us were somewhere along
Interstate 80, somewhere between Minneapolis and Denver.
   Scott was my roommate, and Cindy a good friend of both of us.  Actually,
she was better friend to Scott than she was to me.  They'd been dating
since freshman year, and were getting pretty serious.  It was kind of
disgusting being around the two of them, as they tended to get fairly
lovey-dovey a lot of the time, but we all got along pretty well.
   Our trio had up until recently been a quartet, but Cindy's regular
roommate, Rachel, was spending the semester in Denver, and we were heading
out over Thanksgiving break to try and lift her spirits a little.  The year
hadn't been going very well for her, Cindy had told us.
   Apparently Rachel was making noises about leaving school there and
coming back early, so the three of us felt it our duty as friends to cheer
her up.
   We got out of class early afternoon the day before Thanksgiving, so if
we drove straight through we should get to Denver sometime early
Thanksgiving morning.  We had decided to split up the driving so none of us
would be too tired.  Cindy was driving first, then me and finally Scott. 
It was my job to get some rest while Cindy was driving, and Scott's job to
keep Cindy awake.
   I figured I'd gotten an hour or two of sleep at the most, but couldn't
be sure.
   "Do you want me to drive?" I asked again.
   "Fuck if I care," was Cindy's reply.  She seemed like she was crying.  I
grabbed my shoes and made my way up to the front of the van.
   "What the hell?" I asked, realizing where we were.  "What happened?"
   "What happened," Scott said, "was it started to snow a little after you
fell asleep.  The roads were getting kind of bad though.  It had snowed a
lot and there weren't any plows out, so it was getting hard to see the
lines.  All of a sudden a semi came through, threw up a bunch of snow and
we went off the road."
   "Are you serious?" I asked.  "I didn't feel anything." Scott snorted in
reply.
   "Look outside, Jared.  Does it look like we're sitting off to the side
of the road?" He was right.  We were sitting in the median ditch of the
highway, surrounded by snow up to the bottom of the van's windows.  We were
fucked.
   "What woke me up then?" I asked.  "It didn't feel bumpy.  It sounded
like Cindy was driving over the side of the road grates.  What was that?"
   Cindy looked up from the driver's seat where she was still sitting.  "I
tried to put it in reverse, to see if I could back out of here, but we're
stuck."
   "Well, shit," I said to no one in particular.  "What do we do now?"
   We talked a little while, and found out that Cindy had AAA insurance,
and would be able to get us a tow, the only problem being we had no cell
phone, and no one had driven past in the last thirty minutes.
   We didn't have to wait too long for one, as it turns out, as a car came
around the curve of the road and slowed as the driver saw us.  We saw the
car's hazard lights blinking on and off, as the window rolled down.
   A woman's voice called out through the wind and snow.
   "Can I give you a lift?" she asked.
   Scott opened the door, or tried to, finding it stuck.  He rolled open
his window and called for the lady to wait a moment.
   "Try the back door," I offered.  "If we haven't been here too long, we
must have packed down the snow when we drove over it." He nodded and
crawled past me.  The van's back doors worked fine and he jumped out,
jumping through the waist-high snow to the car at the road.
   I couldn't hear what was being said, but after a few minutes, Scott came
trudging back with the news.
   "She can take two of us," he said.  She has three kids with her, and
even if we each hold one in our lap, there's just not room for all three of
us."
   "I'll stay," I offered.
   "Jared, you go!" Cindy said.
   "Why?  It's Scott's van, so he'll need to be there, and you have the
insurance card.  I'll be fine.  Just close the door already, it's getting
cold in here."
   "Are you sure?"
   "Yes!  Go.  Besides, the two of you should be together," I said,
laughing a little.  "Just remember to come get me."
   That decided, the two went off, with a warning from Scott that if I was
going to keep the van running, to make sure and check the exhaust pipe,
making sure the snow piling up didn't block it.  I nodded my understanding,
and watched as the two left with the woman.
   I checked my watch, seeing that it was around seven o'clock in the
evening.  If we'd been driving since two o'clock that afternoon, I figured
we were somewhere in the middle of North Dakota, assuming I was reading the
map correctly.  There weren't any big cities around us, a place called
Jamestown looked like the closest town for forty miles in either direction,
so either Scott and Cindy would get a tow there, or I was stuck here for
the night.
   Deciding not to worry about it I pulled on my coat and wrapped up in a
blanket to wait it out.
   *****
   A soft, rhythmic sound slowly slipped into my unconscious mind.  It was
gentle and soothing, like the ticking of the clock.  Slowly the sound
quickened, getting louder and louder until suddenly I was awake.  I
realized the noise was someone tapping at the window, trying to get my
attention.
   I noticed it was bright out, apparently I had managed to sleep through
the night.
   When my eyes finally adjusted I saw a girl about my age, nineteen or
twenty.  She was still banging on the glass and I realized that in the
night the windows had completely fogged over and she was unable to see me.
   I slid to the door and tried the handle, expecting to still be blocked
in by the snow.  To my surprise the door easily swung out, almost hitting
the girl in the hip.
   "Hey," I said, squinting in the bright light.  "Sorry.  What can I do
for you?" She looked at me a moment before breaking into a smile.
   "I was just going to ask you the same question," she said.  "I've been
knocking for ever out here.  I thought maybe I'd lost you!" She stuck out
her hand in my direction.  "I'm Nina," she said.  I quickly shook her hand.
   "Jared," I answered softly, very aware of how unpresentable my
appearance must have been.  I ran a finger over my scalp and grimaced as I
felt my hair going every direction.
   "Don't worry," Nina laughed.  "It looks fine." She pulled off her white
stocking cap, showing me her own hat-head.  "See?" she smiled, her eyes
looking up towards a head of hair she couldn't possibly see without a
mirror.  "Your hair has to look better than mine."
   "I don't know," I said, laughing along with her.  "I can't see mine and
you can't see yours.  Let's just call it a tie for worst hair in North
Dakota." She nodded, grinning at me.
   Suddenly I realized she was standing in the cold.  "Do you want to come
in?" I asked, scooting back away from the door.
   "Thanks," she said as she threw one leg, and then the other up and
pulled herself into the van.  Her chest brushed against me and even through
her heavy white coat, I could feel the firm bumps of her breasts press
against me.
   I hate to admit to my geekishness, but I'm not good around girls, unless
they're my friends, and if they are then it's usually too late to be
anything more than friends.  Such is the curse of my existence.  And what's
more, I'm usually shy around beautiful women.
   And Nina was beautiful.  She smiled brightly at me, a million watt smile
that seemed to light up the entire interior of the van.  She turned back to
close the door, and I suddenly found myself looking directly at the smooth
cheeks of her ass, covered only in a pair of white skiing tights.
   "Holy shit," I exclaimed before I could stop myself.  I sat there,
covering my mouth in embarrassment as she looked back at me in amusement.
"Aren't you cold?  You're hardly wearing anything at all." She shook her
head.
   "I'm okay.  I'm pretty warm-blooded," she said, giving me a heated look.
Proving her words were more than just bluster, Nina quickly shed her coat,
and I got my first real look at her body.
   I guessed my first estimate had been correct, as she appeared to be
around twenty years of age, and possibly a bit younger.  Her hair was dark
brown, as were her eyes.  She had the look of a dark-complected Nordic
goddess, and I found myself hypnotized under her piercing gaze.
   "What...  what brings you out on a day like today?" I stammered.  Damn
my shyness!
   "Just driving around, and saw your van.  Have you been stuck here all
night?" she asked, concern showing in her face.
   "I guess so," I answered.  I realized I didn't feel all that nervous
around Nina, and proceeded to tell her the story of how I managed to wind
up alone in a ditch.  I realized it was already Thursday.  "Happy
Thanksgiving, I guess."
   "You too," she answered happily.
   "Were you visiting relatives?" I asked.  She nodded.  "Won't they wonder
where you are?"
   "No," she replied.  "As soon as I saw your car I called and told them I
wasn't coming.  I thought I should see if you were okay."
   "I'm fine.  I'm not sure where Scott and Cindy are, but they should be
back with a tow anytime now." Actually, I'd expected them back much sooner,
and it concerned me that they hadn't returned.
   "I'm sure they'll be fine," Nina answered brightly.  "Sandwich?"
   As she reached into a bag I hadn't noticed before and pulled out what
appeared to be a turkey sandwich, I realized I was starving.  Thinking
back, I figured it had been roughly twenty hours since I'd last eaten.
   "Love one," I said gratefully, removing the cellophane wrapping and
tearing into the sandwich.  "It's still warm," I said in wonderment. 
"How'd you manage that?"
   "It was with me," she said playfully.  "I told you I was hot."
   "What?" I looked at her, not knowing what to make of this girl.
   "I'm joking," she said hurriedly, seeing the look on my face. 
"Warm-blooded, get it?  Hot?  Warm blooded?  Okay...  it was in the car
with me." I looked out the window, trying to see where she had parked, but
couldn't see anything through the fogged-up windows.
   She sat next to me on the car seat, eating turkey sandwiches and
munching on apples.  It wasn't the best Thanksgiving dinner I'd ever had,
but the turkey was delicious.
   After we finished eating, we talked together some more.  I told Nina
about our trip, and how it didn't look like we were going to get to Denver
at all.  She cooed as I told her the sad mess that was my love life, and
laughed when I told her she was the best Thanksgiving cook I'd had since I
started college.  Nina scooted a little closer to me on the bench seat and
patted my arm, telling me everything would be okay.
   Nina said she wasn't sure what she was going to do with her life after
she finished school.  She liked helping people, but didn't know if she had
what it took to be a nurse.
   "You could go into business for yourself," I said.  "Just drive around
on snowy days bringing people good cheer.  I bet there's quite a market for
that."
   "Especially in this part of the country," she said, a little bitterly I
thought.
   "You don't like it here?" I asked.  She shook her head.
   "I want to live a big city," she said.  "I know this is such a common
complaint, but there's nothing to do out here."
   "I suppose," I answered.  "It's not that much different in the city
though, not really.  I've been in school for three years now, and I've only
really left campus a dozen times to go do stuff."
   "Really?" she said, surprised.
   "Sure.  Usually I just stay in the dorm and watch television or read a
book.  I guess I'm kind of a homebody," I finally said.
   "I guess you have to make the best of wherever you're at," she said.
   We sat there for a while before I realized to my surprise that it was
getting dark again outside.  How long had I slept and what time was it now?
   I went to check the clock on the dash and saw that it was getting late.
   "You should probably get going, right?" I asked, knowing Nina had family
waiting for her.  "I'll be fine," I said.  "Promise." She shook her head,
her dark hair a mane behind her.
   "I'm staying with you," she said simply, as if that explained
everything.
   "You can't just stay here," I said, but she cut me off.
   "Don't you think I'm pretty?" She batted her dark eyes at me, pouting
with her lips.
   "Of course I do," I stammered.  What was going on?  What was this girl
doing?
   "Good.  Then it's settled."
   "Wait a minute.  What's settled?"
   "I'm staying with you.  You do want me, don't you?"
   As soon as she asked, I felt my dick give a lurch in my pants,
immediately hard, and I realized to my surprise that I did want her, and
badly.  Suddenly, to my complete amazement, I found that I needed this
girl. I needed to be inside her, to love her.  I felt like I needed her
more than life itself, as if life and death hung in the balance.
   "I do want you," I nodded, amazed I was able to say something so
blatantly to this girl I'd just met.
   "Good," she said as she stood.  I sat, my breath coming slow and heavy
as I watched her slowly remove her tight sweater.  Her breasts, bigger than
I'd thought at first thought, stood out from her chest, firm and proud. 
Through the thin silk of her bra I was able to see her dark nipples poking
up from the firm flesh of her tit.
   At the moment, I wanted nothing more than to reach out and caress her
smooth skin, but felt myself frozen in my chair.
   "It's okay," she whispered.  "You can touch me.  I want you to."
   I reached out tentatively and cupped the firm mound in my hand.  It was
more than I'd hoped for, more than I'd dreamed of.  My past sexual history
included a quick handjob behind the middle school in eighth grade, and a
satisfying, but hurried and unsuccessful trip to lovers' lane, where Tanya
Evans took my virginity on my sixteenth birthday.  From that point on, my
hand had been my truest and best lover.
   "Is this right?" I asked, stroking a hard nipple through her bra.  She
sighed and nodded.
   "It would be better if you took it off," she sad, turning away from me.
She had removed her pants and sat there on the bench seat, clad only in
skimpy bra and panties.  My breath caught in my throat as I reached out and
clumsily unsnapped the clasp of her bra.  I watched breathlessly as the
cups fell away and her breasts were revealed to me.  I was fascinated by
the three-toned flesh as it moved from pale white to light and then dark
pink tipping her nipples.
   Nina took my hand and pressed it hard against her flesh.  I could feel
the tiny bump of flesh burn into my hand, a memory I'll never forget.
   "You're...  you're beautiful," I said.  My tongue felt thick and heavy,
and I quickly shut my mouth, saying no more.  She smiled gently at me,
reaching out a hand to stroke my face.
   "Don't be nervous.  You'll do fine." She leaned into me, brushing her
lips over my cheek, her hands trailing through the matted mess of hair on
my head.  I could smell her scent, a combination of soap and almonds.  I
breathed deeply, taking it all in and gasped as I felt her warm hand move
down my chest, my heart beating wildly.
   Her hand went further down my body, slowly reaching the bulge in my
sweatpants.  Her fingers were like hot irons as they pressed into my
aroused flesh and I groaned as she squeezed at me, testing the size and
hardness of my cock.
   "Take your pants off," she whispered softly.  I felt her tongue trace a
wet line around the rim of my ear and shivered as she nipped at the soft
flesh.  My shaky hands reluctantly loosened their grip on Nina's wondrous
breasts, quickly fumbling with the waistband of my sweats.
   Her hands joined mine and together we lowered my sweats and underwear,
my erect staff jutting up obscenely from my thick nest of pubic hair.  I
was already shaking with excitement, and trembled as Nina reached down,
smearing a drop of pre-cum already formed at the purple head of my cock.
   "Oh fuck," I moaned as she took me into her hand.  I quickly regained my
hold on her tits, and felt as she pushed herself against me.  With
trembling hands I reached down, cupping the firm cheeks of her ass,
squeezing and playing with the meaty flesh.  She half-stood, crouching in
the van and positioned herself so she was straddling my right leg.
   As she sat back down, I could feel the hot heat emanating from Nina's
pussy, her wiry hairs brushing against my leg.  She began rotating her
hips, forcing the slick flesh of her cunt against my leg, and I reached
down, trailing a finger between the cheeks of her ass, until at last I
reached the soft folds of her pussy.
   She was wet with desire, and she moaned into my ear as I teased her wet
flesh with my fingers.  Her own hands were busy with my cock, stroking me
gently as our mouths met and we kissed.  We sat together, teasing and
tasting each other for long minutes, until with a passionate urgency Nina
broke our kiss, a wild look in her eyes.
   "I want you," she moaned, raising up so the wet opening of her pussy was
directly over my cock.  I nodded, and Nina slowly lowered herself, until
finally the glans of my penis was wedged between the slick outer lips of
her pussy.
   We both groaned at the contact, and our lips again met as slowly Nina
lowered herself down my shaft.
   Our lovemaking was gentle and slow, a gradual build-up until with a
whimper and cry I came, exploding violently into her sticky cunt.  I
collapsed back into the chair as Nina feverishly thrust down on my
shrinking cock, playing with her erect clit until at last she reached her
own climax.
   We rested for a moment, staring each other in the eye.  I reached out a
hand, brushing my thumb over Nina's puffy lips.  She kissed my fingers,
holding my palm to her lips and finally leaned toward me and we shared a
final kiss as I fell back asleep.
   *****
   I slept a dreamless sleep that night, and was not surprised to feel
myself being gently shaken awake.
   "Jared," a soft voice called, floating down into my consciousness.  "Get
up.  Jared, wake up, everything's going to be fine."
   I opened my eyes and smiled.  "Morning, Nina," I said softly, only it
wasn't Nina.
   "Who?"
   I sat up quickly.  Scott and Cindy were looking at me intently, concern
showing in their eyes.
   "Are you okay?" Cindy asked.  "The radio said it was forty below last
night, we were sure you'd be in trouble.  Then when we got here and saw
that the van had run out of gas and you lying there, we thought you might
have died!  We were so worried about you!
   "I'm fine," I answered.  "Where's Nina?" She shook her head.
   "Who's Nina?"
   "She pulled over after you guys left two nights ago, and..."
   "Two nights?" Scott asked, looking at a concerned Cindy.  She shook her
head gently.
   "Jared, it's Thanksgiving morning.  We couldn't get back to you last
night because the roads were closed.  We got a tow but weren't able to get
back on the interstate.  No one was.  Are you sure you're okay?" I nodded
impatiently.
   "Then what about Nina?" I asked, "Where's Nina?"
   "You must have been dreaming," she said.
   "Impossible," I said.  "Look for her car tracks.  I know she drove
here." I looked out the window, but saw nothing on the road except for the
trail we had left behind, and a single set of tire tracks our good
samaritan had left.
   I wanted to protest, to say she had been there, but found myself unable
to believe it myself.
   The tow truck was waiting to pull us from the ditch.  We thought about
continuing on to Colorado, but too much time had been wasted, and we had to
wish Rachel a happy holiday on the phone.
   The ride back to Minneapolis was a quiet one.  I was wrapped up in
thoughts of my time with Nina.  No matter what I would ever say to anyone,
I knew she had been there.  I don't know why I know this, but I'm sure she
had been sent for me, to watch over me.  Three other motorists had been
stranded that night, alone in the middle of nowhere.  All had died from
exposure and the bitter cold.
   But I'm alive.  Why?  What made me different than those other poor
people?
   Nina.  My only answer is that she saved me, my own personal angel.  I
didn't know how to explain it, and can never tell anyone about it, but deep
inside I know it's true.
   Sometimes I look for angels in the snow, but I've never again seen one.
I think that very often they're so brilliantly white it's hard to see them
except where and when you least expect it.
   But I'll keep looking.
   The End
  
SnowAngels