Cabin Fever

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Chase now sat where she had been before, playing a solo card game. His gaze moved slowly over the t-shirt and shorts, stopping to take in her long, slender—and freshly shaven—legs. Ginny self-consciously dragged the sleeping bag around her shoulders.

"Gin Rummy," he said abruptly and dealt the cards. "You taught me this game that summer, remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

They played three hands. Try as she might, Ginny could not beat him. As he dealt a fourth hand he gave her a long look.

"I hope you're not letting me win."

"Why would I do that?"

"I don't know. Sooth a bruised ego."

"Is your ego bruised?"

He snorted. "You know it is," he snapped. A moment later he frowned at his tone. "I'm sorry, Ginny. You didn't deserve that. I just get so frickin' pissed off every time I think about it."

She lowered her cards. "Chase, you know you can talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about," he answered impatiently. He took a deep breath and went on. "We tried marriage counseling. Three months of it. I went to a sex therapist to figure out what I was doing wrong. But it seemed like the more I tried to be what she wanted, the less she liked it."

Ginny waited patiently. She knew he had more to say.

"Before we got married, she was dying to be with me," he recalled sadly. "But right after the honeymoon, even during the honeymoon, she didn't like it. She said I was too rough. What's that supposed to mean? I was just fucking eager." Realizing the word that had slipped out, he looked apologetically at her. "Sorry, Gin."

"It's okay, Chase," she smiled. She wanted to take his hand in hers, but somehow she knew it would be inappropriate, even dangerous.

He wasn't so cautious. His hand reached out to encircle hers with long, strong fingers. "I could always talk to you, Gin. Everything is so easy with you."

She looked into his eyes, warning sirens going off in her head. This was unfair...so unfair. She kept her expression stoic, hoping he would let the moment slide past them. Even as she lowered her eyes, she could feel him bending towards her. His warm breath touched her skin. He was very close to her.

"Gin," he breathed. She refused to open her eyes or lift her chin. His hand lifted her chin for her and he sighed. "Don't hate me for wanting to kiss you. I...I can't explain what I feel for you, but it feels good. It feels natural."

"Chase, you know I have a husband," she whispered, eyes still lowered to where his fingers held hers.

"Yes, who doesn't deserve you. Ginny, you deserve so much more. You deserve to be loved, body, soul, and spirit."

She squeezed her eyes shut. She was loved; her son loved her. Her mother loved her. But he was talking about another kind of love. What did it feel like? She couldn't remember her husband's lips much less the rest of it. Why had she so willingly given it up? It hadn't been fulfilling. Her husband had used her like a toilet, jacking off in her mouth or her vagina but not making love to her. He hadn't cared one iota if she felt anything. And so she'd serviced herself. Her entire marriage she'd serviced herself. It hurt to think about it now because she didn't allow herself to think about it.

"Ginny," Chase murmured, his lips brushing her forehead. "Ginny, you mean so much to me. When Randy told me you'd be picking me up at the airport, I was giddy. I was actually happy about leaving Dallas because I knew I'd be seeing you. And now here you are, alone with me, in the middle of nowhere, with no one to bother us, and I just have to believe it was meant to be."

"Chase," she gasped, looking into his eyes. "What are you talking about? You make it sound like something's going to happen between us!"

For an instant he hesitated. Then he moved in, gathering her up in his arms to kiss her. His mouth met hers; reluctant, Ginny tried to repel him but he persisted. His lips parted and his tongue ran over her tightly-closed mouth, coaxing her lips to open. A fire spread up between her legs and she moaned involuntarily. Encouraged, he did it again, licking her lips with his tongue, tempting her to resist him.

Ginny's mouth fell open as she sucked in a heated breath. He seized the moment and captured her mouth with his. The length of his tongue swept past her teeth into the depths of her mouth. Ginny groaned loudly, this time from the fever that spread up from her crotch though her entire abdomen. His hand reached around to the back of her head, ensuring that she was his prisoner. His other arm swept around her waist and pulled her against his hard frame. Her breasts crushed against him, her erect nipples jabbing his skin through two t-shirts. All the while his tongue slid over her own, coaxing her to come out and play with him. She wanted to resist; she wanted to say no. But her own tongue betrayed her, lifting to meet his, to stroke his, to graze his lips and teeth, and dart out to touch his as his head imperceptibly drew back from her.

Breathing heavily, his dark eyes gazed down into her flushed face. "Would it be so bad," he asked huskily, "if something did happen between us?'

"This can't go on," she managed, shaking her head at him. "Stop and think, Chase. You're my son's best friend. Don't let this moment come between us."

"I can't very well let this moment slip by either, can I?" he demanded, sounding as though he were arguing with himself.

Ginny struggled against his hold. "I'm sorry, Chase. I'm sorry I affected you this way. If we stop now, it'll all be forgotten."

Still holding her with one hand, Chase reached to his side with the other and grabbed his backpack. He fumbled with the contents for a moment, then came up with six small square packets attached to each other and held them out to her.

Ginny looked at the condoms, then back at him.

"I got these out of my luggage before we left your car," he said. "Do you really think I want to stop now and forget about it?'

A small sound came out of the back of her throat, the sound of hopeless resignation coupled with burning desire. Chase tossed the condoms aside and dragged her body against his. She could feel his hardon through his sweats. The idea that he wanted her that way...it hurt her brain to think. In a single motion he pressed her down into the sofa, his body wedged between her and the back cushions. His mouth came over hers ago, more fierce and demanding than before. Ginny yielded to him. He pillaged her mouth, lapping at the insides of her cheeks, sucking her lips, teasing the roof of her mouth, biting her. Impatiently his mouth left hers to kiss her chin, her throat, her décolleté , then nibbled at her earlobes, before settling back to raise an index finger to a brown spot under her t-shirt. He watched her face as his finger swirled over her left nipple, watched at her brows furrowed, her mouth gaped, her breath quickened.

"So hard," he breathed. "I wonder what it looks like underneath." He lifted the hem of her t-shirt until her breasts were completely exposed. Again his finger swirled around the same nipple standing erect in the cool air. "Good?" he teased her. "Shall I do the other one?"

Without waiting for her answer he ran his fingertip over her right areola. Ginny moaned deep in her throat; she couldn't imagine anything feeling better than this.

"Now for the taste test," he murmured. He bent down to capture her left nipple between his teeth, but as he drew back his head his lips closed around it to suckle the hard flesh greedily. Ginny cried out, her hips lifting of their own volition against his groin. The bulge in his pants rubbed right against her clit and she cried again, louder, as the passion within her exploded into a will of its own.

Her hand grabbed his cock, feeling it through the thick fabric as though she didn't quite believe it was real. Chase sat up from her, balancing himself on one knee, and dragged his shirt over his head. Curly black hairs matted his chest and tapered downward, across his solid abs, to disappear into the waistband of his sweats. His long, muscular arms flexed slightly as he tossed the t-shirt aside. Then, with dexterous fingers, he effortlessly brought the waistband down, and his cock sprang out, fully hardened, the purplish head bulging at the end of the staff.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, and, when she hesitated, picked up her hand to squeeze it around his member. He kept his hand over hers, gently forcing her to stroke it. All the while their eyes remained locked, staring almost in disbelief at what was happening between them.

He continued holding her hand under his own, moving his hips back and forth as she stroked him. "Yeah," he breathed. "God, that feels good. Oh, Ginny, it feels so good for you to be touching me this way. Please give me your other hand. Please."

She raised her other hand and let him place it around his shaft. His own hands fell away, and ever so slowly she reluctantly gave him a hand job. She knew she didn't deserve to be with him, or to touch him this way. But he wanted it...he so wanted it...and she wanted to make him happy. The hardness she had seen in his face earlier in the day, the bitterness and sadness over his failed marriage, seemed to be fading if just a little with each stroke of her fingers.

He may have been content to go on as they were had Ginny not just then licked her dry lips with her tongue. With an agonizing moan, Chase moved in closer. "Ginny, you know I respect you," he said sincerely. "You know I would never, never ask you to do anything...anything...." His hips inched towards her head. "Oh, baby, I would so love if you would suck it. Please."

Ginny closed her eyes against the beautiful sight of him, her mind screaming, "No!" A part of her, the part that kept reminding her that he was her son's best friend, was utterly repelled by the thought of Chase Nolan's dick in her mouth. But her body had other ideas. Her lips parted, and he took the opportunity as a sign of acquiescence.

Nudging her moist lips with the head, he said eagerly, "Open up, Ginny. Take it in."

She dropped her jaw and encased the hot, hard meat with her mouth. Her tongue swirled over the head and piss hole, recalling how once, long ago, she'd enjoyed doing this to her husband. Yes, she'd enjoyed it, taking the cock in, rubbing against the smooth flesh with the flat of her tongue...just as she was now to Chase. She'd enjoyed folding her lips over the head and sucking, her teeth just barely grazing the surface...just as she did now to Chase. She remembered tasting precum against her tongue and, looking up, seeing the bead emerging from the piss slit, and raising her hand to grasp the shaft and rub the juice under the helmet, making him squirm with delight...as she did now to Chase.

"Oh my God," he gasped. "My God, Ginny, what you're doing to me. What you're doing is fabulous."

She reached with her other hand between his legs to grasp and stroke his testicles. Her thumb outlined one of his balls, then moved to do the same to the other. Remembering what he'd done to her, she pulled him a few inches closer and reached out to lick his scrotum.

"Now for the taste test," she said in a sassy tone, and sucked his left ball into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, grasping her head with his hands and burying his groin in her face. He held her while she licked and sucked to other ball, and licked behind them, touching his tender perineum with her tongue. Above her he muttered something unintelligible...something about it being the best thing that had ever happened to him. A thrill ran up inside of her, that perhaps it really was the best for him. After so many years of being undesired, she wanted him to want her. She wanted to give him the best she had.

Ginny pushed him away and got on her knees. She held his firm ass cheeks in her hands and took his dick in her mouth. Back and forth she pumped him with her mouth, loving the sound of his gasps and moans, the way his fingers buried into her tightly braided hair, the way his thighs stiffened and his ass jutted forward. Her jaw widened to take more of him in. He pushed deeper, and each extra centimeter seemed to send him into another dimension. Ginny brought a hand around to cradle his balls, and felt the increasing tightening that foretold what was to come. He was so close. She steeled herself for the moment when his hot cum would fill her mouth and run out of her lips before she could swallow. She wanted it. She wanted to feel his release inside of her, to know she had made him happy.

"Ginny," he said, sounding far away. "It's gonna come, baby. Get back."

He pulled it out of her, and long strands of semen pumped out onto her t-shirt as he jerked his cock. She bent forward and grabbed his dick with her mouth, pulling him back into her to suck the last strays of cum off of him. This she swallowed and, with a final lick against his head, stood to her feet.

"Guess I have to change again," she purred, and carefully pulled the t-shirt off her head.

He quickly turned her around and pushed her down on the sofa. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, falling to his knees to make short work of peeling off the silky basketball shorts.

Naked before him, Ginny felt compelled to cover up her body. But he wasn't having any of that. He pushed her hands out of the way, over her head, and held her there while he kissed her mouth with delicious reverence. "You've done something for me," he said huskily, "she would never do. Now I want to make you feel what I felt."

"Chase, you don't have to—"

"I know. But I want to. I want to make love to you with my tongue and my lips like you did me. It was beautiful, Ginny.You'rebeautiful."

He let go of her hands and pulled her forward so that her ass hung over the edge of the sofa. He raised her legs to his shoulders and looked down and groaned. What he could see that she could not was the opening of her vagina, and the juice that ran like nectar downwards to her ass. The juice had spread upwards as well, making a wide circle inside her thighs. His fingers gentle stroked the full lips of her labia; he wanted to make this last for her. He thought of all those nights she had been alone in her own bed, even though a man slept next to her. What a fool. He bent and let his tongue ever so lightly slide up the length of her slit. She was such a prize. The thumbs of both his hands swept up and over her clit. She cried out, her brows furrowing over the bridge of her little upturned nose in passionate agony. Oh, yes, he loved her face that way, the way her eyes turned to stormy pools of blue-green and her lips curled back like an animal. His thumbs swept back down over her clit, his index fingers over her pussy lips, his middle fingers into her vagina. He smiled as she bucked against his hands. God, she was so hot, the juice pouring out of her. He bent again to slide his tongue against her opening, to take in a full helping of her nectar. She tasted so good. He raised his hand to her clit and stroked the hood with his knuckle, while his tongue buried deeper into her vagina. He pushed his jaws forward, forcing her soft flesh to give way and more of her to open to him.

Her hips rocked up to meet his face. Her fingers were in his hair, holding him, as the fire within her blazed upwards. Each stroke of his knuckle sent spasms through her flesh into the depths of her vagina and then up, up, into her uterus, her belly, her chest. The orgasm was rising, rising, as he fueled the flame with his tongue, coaxing her G-spot, forcing the nerve endings to seize upon themselves as the blood-engorged members of her sex exploded out and carried her high, upwards, ever upwards, in a massive wave that made her body buck against his face while her mouth opened and in a falsetto gasp she cried,

"Chase! Oh! Chase! Oh baby! It feels...it feels...so good!"

And down she tumbled, like a house of cards collapsing, down upon the sofa, while in her groin the fire continued smoldering, refusing to give her peace. Her hips kept rocking even as he drew away from her, a look of awe and satisfaction in his eyes. He reached for her and kissed her, deeply, sweetly, with a tenderness that conquered at last all of her defenses. Whatever happened now, she was his. She was his to use or cast off, she didn't care. If ever she had not understood the bond between a master and a slave, she understood it now. She was wholly, completely, his.

She awoke next morning to the smell of coffee. Coffee? Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and tried to remember if they had brought coffee. She didn't remember coffee. But she did remember quite a few other things.

Like a cat she stretched as she slowly rose from the mattress. A fire blazed in the hearth in front of her, warming her bare skin. And since her skin was indeed quite naked and daylight poured into the windows flanking the fireplace, she dragged the sleeping bag up around her shoulders and shuffled into the kitchen. Coffee did indeed stand ready in the decanter and she poured herself a cup. Mmmmmm, delicious. She loved a man who could make coffee. Just then the back door opened and Chase strode in, looking amazingly sexy in a black turtleneck and jeans. His face was clean shaven and glowing and he looked excessively happy.

He rubbed his cold hands and smiled as he moved to give her a kiss. "Good morning," he purred. "Sleep well?"

Ginny's knees felt weak. "Yes."

"I was just checking the propane. Wanted to make sure we were good...which we are."

"Where did the coffee come from?"

"Oh that. Well, actually, it was a gift I'd gotten for, uhm, for you. I remembered how much you liked coffee and I picked up some in Dallas from this little gourmet shop. I was going to give it to you when we got home but, well..."

He handed her the bag of gourmet coffee, blushing a little.

"Thank you, Chase," she said. "Thank you for remembering me."

He poured himself a mug. "Well, yes, but it's worked out for me, too."

She turned to the window. "They'll be coming soon, don't you think? It's a gorgeous day. There's no reason they won't find the car. A few hours, at best."

"A few hours," he echoed.

They both took sips of their coffee, then set down their mugs. The next instant they were reaching for each other.

Chase bent to envelope her mouth with his own. He kissed her with renewed passion, the passion of a man who knows what he's going to get and can't wait. His strong, youthful arms enveloped her slender frame and he lifted her to carry her back to the mattress. Settling her there, he stood over her to strip off his clothes. Watching his beautiful flesh emerge from the fabric, she whispered her endearments to him with her eyes.Chase, my beautiful one,her eyes said to him.Chase, my strong stallion. Chase, my majestic stead.

He fell to his knees, a supplicant before her. His fingers wound around her ankles and he lifted one of her feet to his face, laying his cheek against the top of her foot to stroke it. Ever so slightly he inched forward, letting that ankle fall on his shoulder. The other he raised and did the same, stroking her foot with his cheek before letting it fall. He kissed her calves, and then behind her knees, crawling ever so much closer to her, the rod between his legs stiff and promising the bliss they had shared separately the night before.

He lay his hands flat on her thighs and bent, like a worshiper, over her, inhaling deeply the essence that rose up from her core. He bent farther and nudged the cleft in her flesh with his lower lip and then his chin, making her tremble at the feel of clean shaven skin.

"Ginny," he said as he slid a middle finger into her moist vagina. "Can you still get pregnant?"

She shuddered at what he was doing to her, stroking her, just there, just over her G-spot. "Yes," she whispered.