Dom and Minnie Pt. 01: Snowmelt

She slowly let go. A few small sobs shook her as she hugged her shoulders. Her hair was messy, her face puffy and a mask of agony. I still saw that majestic doe, graceful and delicate. She raised her eyes, looking into mine, "Thank you. Thank you Dom," she whispered. "Thank you," she was almost inaudible and her face got closer and closer as she spoke. My eyes darted to her lips and her eyes darted to mine. Her body said yes.

We leaned in and our lips softly touched. Then we kissed again, and again. More fervent and hungry each time. Her lips were salty from the tears and very hot. I put my hand on her hip, feeling her gently round curves.

But no. I pushed away, our bodies losing contact felt painful and tearing. Her face was a mask of shock and her eager eyes sparkled like stars. "Minnie we can't. You know we can't. Your dad is my best friend. It's wrong of me to take advantage, I'm sorry."

"No Dom. Please. It's what I want. I know you think I'm just a girl," I shook my head but she continued. "Yes you do. But... I have needs." She held her belly and looked down, "I... I've never been with a guy before. The ones at school are either idiots or not interested. I need to know what it's like. I know you want it too Dom, I know you do! Here I am. I want it, I want it so bad. Please." At that moment, seeing her face and hearing the hurt in her voice, my love for her as a person and my lust colluded and I fell back into her.

Again we kissed and kissed. I was so hard and my cock felt as if it were on fire. She pressed her body into mine, and I felt her small, firm breasts and erect nipples on my chest. The moment began to consume us, but then I saw the face of Minnie's father. What was I doing to his girl? Again I pulled away.

The tears were mine this time. "You know this is wrong, Minnie. You're drunk and you're young and you're naive." It came out more harsh than I had intended, and I immediately regretted my words. "Let's give each other some space now. This is something I need." I wasn't really sure how we would get space in this place.

Minnie knew. She knew how wrong this was. But also she felt how right it was. The conflict was in her eyes. Her mouth moved to form words, but only a small groan came out, and tears of embarrassment and disappointment welled in her eyes. She wordlessly got up and scrambled up to the loft.

I could barely hear her sobs as I closed the door to my room.

—

I lie with an old book, a familiar space story that I had read a million times before. I was hoping the past could comfort instead of torment me tonight.

On my door was a soft knock. I closed my eyes, and took the deepest breath I could. I didn't feel ready for this yet, but what choice did I have? Minnie looked up at me. Her eyes were still pleading but restrained and she mustered a weak smile. I hoped there were no hard feelings, but I knew better.

"I need your help. How does the shower work?"

We walked into the bathroom. The shower was an ancient thing. Like the kitchen stove, it was probably older than I was. "See this heater?" I tapped the tall round tank in the corner, its exposed pipes leading to the tub. She nodded. "It's actually pretty easy. Just turn the heat on," I lit the pilot light and turned the handle. The gentle whoosh of the gas fire was almost loud in the silent cabin. "It should be ready in about fifteen minutes."

Her head was lowered, but she turned her eyes up to me. My heart ached. "Thank you Dom."

"Umm, yeah you're welcome." I crossed the threshold of the door. "Oh and close the latch. The bathroom door won't close all the way if you don't. I left without another word.

Soon I heard the splash of the shower. In this cabin's quiet everything was so loud. But wait. I shouldn't be able to hear it this loud, should I? The bathroom was just a few feet down from my room, so I peaked out. The door was open a couple of inches. She had forgotten the latch.

At that point I had the absurd image in my mind of the devil on one shoulder, and the angel on the other, like in a Bugs Bunny cartoon. The shower splashed and hot steam billowed out the door, belying the heat inside.

The devil won.

I moved slowly and carefully to the bathroom door. A creaky floor board could result in unthinkable humiliation. The door was opened almost perfectly and I saw her naked body in the flickering lamplight standing in the old bathtub. Her back was turned to me, and I felt my heart quicken. She was slender but curved, and the water and lamplight gave her shimmering body an otherworldly quality. Though she had short hair and a thin body, she was strikingly feminine and sensual. Her ears were prominent and visible, giving her an elfen look. I felt as if I had come across a dryad dancing around a bonfire in some primordial pagan ritual.

She was vigorously scrubbing her front, and her back was delicate and clear and white, slim with the barest hint of muscle in her shoulders and thighs. Her hips were narrow, but her butt was full and pert, with two exquisite venus dimples winking in the fire. Though she was short, her legs were long and the image of a doe came to my mind again.

As she moved her flesh flexed and shook, exaggerated by the dim light. She scrubbed her shoulders and slippery, shining soap ran down her back, running through the dark cleft below. Unselfconciosly, she turned to the side and I could see the curve of her small breast. It shifted with the movement of her arm, and I could clearly see the silhouette of a nipple, erect despite the hot water. I briefly spied the tattoo on her inner arm. Her thigh was thick when viewed from the side, and I saw the hint of dark brown hair further in. Her body seemed on fire.

Rubbing soap in her arms, she turned facing me. I almost fled at that point, afraid she would spot me, but the devil won again and I held my ground. The brown hair between her legs came into full view, a lush triangle covering her most sacred place. It glistened in the light and it was all I could do to not barge in and stroke it. She rubbed her breasts with the washcloth, and their firmness was clear in the way they bounced and shifted. Her breasts were high on her chest and were gently curved and shaped like teardrops, as exquisite as they were small. Her two nipples were like pink gumdrops, and set into stark relief. Her body was just as slender from the front and despite that, no ribs were visible, only softness. The bend of her legs made a V pattern, emphasizing her intimate pelt.

She opened her eyes, still seemingly absorbed in cleaning. Her eyes wandered. I felt the danger like a knife at my throat, but it was impossible for me to look away. They swept across the floor and up to the door. Like the doe in the forest, her eyes locked on mine, and I saw the shock on her face. I braced myself. There was nowhere to run or hide.

But nothing happened. Had she actually seen me? The light in the hall was even dimmer than the bathroom, so maybe she hadn't. I was old enough to know how easily my senses could be fooled, and I assumed that she indeed had not seen me. Because how could she continue if she had?

She put the washcloth down and her hands wandered over her body. And just like that cleaning had become caressing. What was it Nat said about being in the shower? "If you shake it more than three times you're playing with yourself." And it became obvious that she was, as her hand wandered toward her sacred place, and her finger disappeared into the woods.

Her face went slack with pleasure. While one hand penetrated, the other fondled, squeezing and softly twisting her nipples. Her breath quickened, blowing the water trickling down her face. Her hand moved faster and deeper, and she threw her head back. The tiniest wail of pleasure escaped her lips, just audible above the din of the shower.

Her arm's movement intensified, and her legs bowed as she neared completion. She rubbed and rubbed, but it didn't come. Her eyes squinted and her teeth bared, she was like an airplane stalling out. Instead of a bang, her self-love ended by fading out, and soon she turned off the water. I backed away, trying to be quiet as possible and feeling a twinge of melancholy that she couldn't achieve. I knew it was a fairly common thing for women, but I couldn't help but feel sympathetic that she couldn't experience this basic and fundamental joy.

I found myself in my own bedroom, making a pretense of preparing for bed. It was a queen, spacious for a man. I had slept in the loft with Nat last time I was here, and Ian took this bed. His friends slept in the living room. There was another oil lamp in the room, and I decided to keep it on that night. The wind howled outside, and it was pitch black through the window. I'd check the weather with my crank radio in the morning.

"Goodnight, Dom." There she stood in the doorway, her skin clean and her hair glistening. She wore pajama pants and a sweatshirt. The sweatshirt swallowed her, and made her look even more small. She had on blue fuzzy socks. Her face had that same brittle smile she used to hide her pain before.

I approached her, "You need anything before bed?" It was a standard polite question, but I immediately regretted asking because the answer was as obvious as it was painful. She had been rejected so many times, and now she had been rejected by her dad's gray haired friend. How could I be so close and let her feel that way?

She opened her mouth, but then shook her head. Then she embraced me, my arms awkwardly sticking out to the sides like a scarecrow. After a second I stiffly patted her back, and she released me. Our eyes met and I saw hers light up with stars of desire. Her eyes flicked to my lips and she moved in closer.

It took a herculean effort, but I said, "Ok good. Goodnight Minnie, sleep well." I backed away, leaving her stunned and frustrated.

"Yeah, goodnight," she said, barely above a whisper.

—

I awoke, Nat's tits like marble hills towering over me. My head felt like hell, but the memory of last night's heaven still made me smile. Sensing me awake, Nat stretched and turned. "Oh god, it can't be morning already." But the white light of the snowy mountains poured into the window. She stroked my hair as I listened to her precious heart.

"Nat, last night was..."

"Oh boy here comes some cliche. Seriously though. It was great. We'll have to try it sober sometime." I heard her voice through her chest and felt so vital and alive with her, though my eyes and head ached.

I kissed her luscious breast and slowly brought my head up. There she was in all her glory. Long hair messy from the night, sharp nose, red eyes from the drinking. Still, at that moment, in my love- and lust-struck mind, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She leaned over and picked up a bottle of amber liquid. I had no memory of even bringing it up.

"Hair of the dog," she said and took a drink, grimacing at the bitterness. I took a drink too, and my stomach felt on the edge of revolt. A few deep breaths calmed it, and I lay lazily in the small bed next to her, feeling her soft body. "I was wrong about this place," she remarked with a lopsided smile.

I wanted to bottle this moment and make it last forever. Tonight we would be back at our normal dismal lives, working too hard, barely able to keep up. I felt my face contort, and my vision blurred with tears.

"Hey. Hey it's ok. The first time can be really emotional." She cradled my head, unselfconscious of her nudity. "I loved it. And I'm glad it was with you. I'm... I'm glad I was your first too."

It wasn't that. I was happy about this too. "But that's the problem. This feeling... it will crumble away and we'll be left with nothing. And tomorrow morning it will be the same old shit as always."

"Look at me, Dom. This is us now. We can do it again tonight, and the next night, and the night after that. We always can." She took a few deep breaths. Just when I thought she was finished she continued. "Because I love you Dom. And I want to always be with you."

"You mean..."

"Yes. Marry me. I want it more than I wanted you last night. I want it forever. And I want you."

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. All I could manage was a vigorous nod and an uncontrollable smile. We embraced and kissed. Then I was kissing down her neck, then had her nipple in my mouth, sucking and nibbling like she loved. She giggled, moaned, and stretched. Then I fell into her.

Our breath came hard and our passion could have melted all the snow outside. I was rock hard, and maneuvered myself into the same velvety embrace I had felt the night before. Nat held a hand to my chest, and I looked at her quizzically. "I'm still a little sore from last night. Just hold me."

And so we did and our destiny was sealed.

—

There was a noise. In my blurry, half awake state I thought it was the wind outside. I rolled over and ignored it. But there it was again. A knock. I sat up, seeing the room's shifting low shadows. I slowly got out of bed, my knees creaking.

I was already angry when I opened the door, and I was ready to bark something cranky at her. But when I opened it and saw Minnie's wet doe eyes my anger melted. She charged in past me, and sat down on the bed with her head in her hands. "There's something out there," she muttered.

"What?"

"I don't know, but it's big and I heard it stomping around outside." There was no way I was going out into the snow. And there was no way anything was getting in. Why was she even here?

"We're safe, Minnie. Nothing can get in here. I mean there's bears around here, sure, but there's nothing to be afraid of." My annoyance was back and was rising inside me. "I don't even know why you're telling me about this. I'm tired, Minnie. I don't even know what time it is."

"I'm not stupid, I heard something. And that loft is cold and creepy." Her eyes looked at me pleading, "I can't go back up there Dom."

I sighed, and was ready to get back to sleep. "Ok fine. I'll take the loft then." I grabbed my glasses and made for the door.

"Dom wait." She held her hand up, "That's not what I meant." I shook my head in frustration, and started to say something. Then it dawned on me. "I just don't want to be alone. Please. I promise I won't do anything. I'll just sleep. But I need y- I need to not be alone."

I was stuck. If she was really scared, then what kind of friend would I be sending her back to the loft alone? This place is very dark and very remote. I was a little scared myself on that day decades ago. And there were five people there and I was full of liquid courage. On the other hand, was she devious enough to get with me this way? If she had left the door open on purpose, maybe she was.

But those eyes. They pleaded with me. And thinking of sleeping next to her made my pulse quicken. It was so right yet so wrong. "Ok, get in." A smile trembled on her face, and she burrowed under the blanket.

As I lay down in bed next to her, she whispered "Thank you," and gently kissed me on the cheek. My heart melted and I knew there was nothing I could do at this point. I would do anything she asked me to. She was staring at me and I saw a familiar look in her eye. It was a look of triumph, and it was the same one I saw on her face as I watched her beautiful body in the shower. I was trapped if I said something now. Well it wouldn't matter if she had left the door open. I was an old pervert, and had no right to lecture her. The cougar in the woods had found me and pounced. I could only hope she would decide to have mercy.

—

The white light of the snow woke me the next day. I was actually warm, and as I emerged from my forgotten dreams I found myself pressed into something warm and soft. Short brown hair and a graceful neck were right in my face.

I started, and rolled over away from Minnie like she was a wildcat in my bed. The commotion woke her, and she smiled as she opened her eyes. "Dom. Good morning." She stretched and got up on one elbow. "Thank you so much for last night. It was really sweet of you."

I said nothing. It was too early and I was vexed over giving in to her last night. I still didn't know what had happened. She was certainly sharp enough to fool me like this, but I also just wanted to get out of bed and have breakfast. "Good morning," I grumbled, and headed for the kitchen.

Cooking breakfast put me in a better mood, and the smell of the spiced hashbrowns and coffee almost put me in a good mood. There were soft footsteps behind me, and I soon found two delicate arms around my middle. "I'm sorry about last night, I just get scared sometimes. Besides, like I said, nothing happened." I jumped, and almost burned myself on the pan.

"Affection doesn't have to be sexual, Dom. People need touch. They need each other. You were there for me last night as a person." She sighed, "I'll never forget that." Again my heart melted. Here was a grown woman who earlier had berated me for seeing her as a girl, now poisoning me with sweetness.

"I'm glad you felt better, Minnie," that was certainly true, but also frustrating. How had she got me into this position? I turned and gave her an honest, but conflicted smile. "You look like you feel better."

I set the table again with breakfast and coffee. As smart as she was, Minnie was someone who could appreciate simple pleasures, and she ate breakfast with relish. She was mostly quiet, but made her "oohs" and "ahhs" and smiled as she ate. "This is great Dom. My mom can't even cook like this. And without even a real kitchen." All I could do was nod and thank her. I felt my will was broken, and I loved it.

After breakfast I asked her to come with me out to the lake, and when she agreed we went to get dressed. She was all smiles and had on a knit cap, heavy coat, and sweatpants. Even with all this, she was beautiful. A ray of sunshine.

I opened the door and almost fell on my face. The snow was past my knees and coming down in blankets. My car was a lump buried in the snow. I got a shovel and plowed through the snow. It was hot work in my coat, but soon I had a path somewhat cleared, but the snow was already piling up behind me. There wasn't any way we could get out to the lake this way, at least without snowshoes.

"Well, looks like a change of plans. We can't get out there, not with the snow like this." The disappointment was there on her face. "I'll check the weather." There was a crank-operated radio in the closet in my room, and it sprung to life after a minute of cranking. Even something as primitive as the radio was jarring in the place, as isolated and rustic as it was. I adjusted the station past music, past talk, and then found weather.

We were transfixed by the radio. And indeed there was a weather alert, "San Isidro pass is currently blocked by several feet of snow. It looks like if you're thinking of driving up into the mountains today, you'll just have to wait." San Isidro pass was the way we took up here and was the only way out as far as I knew, not that I could drive in the snow like this.

Minnie's brow was furrowed. "Tell me we're not stuck here." But I could do no such thing. And I felt a wave of panic rising in the pit of my stomach. I made my way out the door and to the woodpile, Minnie calling after me.

Within a few minutes we had brought all the firewood inside. Minnie was still anxious, "Dom, are we stuck here?" I glanced at her, I knew that she knew the answer. Her expression grew more worried. "Will we be ok?"

"There should be enough food in the car. I planned on two days, and there should be enough for a few more." I surveyed the firewood. It would be tight, but if we burned a little at a time there should be enough. "Well, I guess there's good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"