Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 03

The first course of our gourmet dinner arrived. The table conversation turned to college and what we wanted to do after we graduated. Tara was leaning in the direction of medical school, so she could work with special-needs children as a pediatrician, pediatric surgeon, or pediatric oncologist. I said that I wanted to continue my dual-major into grad school, hoping to get an M.B.A. and a master's degree in electronics engineering. Since I've always loved cars, I had the goal of landing a job in the auto industry. After that, it was mainly small talk.

As we were finishing desert, Tara's Dad said, "Seth, if you continue earning grades like you have so far, you may be able to earn a full fellowship at a good university. But you have to get through your undergrad studies first. I know you work at that garage and earn pretty good money for that type of work, considering you have no certifications or formalized training. You obviously are a very good auto mechanic and technician, or your employer could never afford to pay you what he does. Is that the job you plan to return to over the summers?"

"That's my plan at this point. I may have to take a semester off at some point to work full-time so my student loans don't get completely out of hand. I've already talked to my boss about that, and he assures me that I can work as many hours as I can stand. He pays me very well. I help him with his books, and I know he's paying me a much higher percentage of the billing I generate than he has ever paid anyone else. He actually doesn't make much profit on the work I do. He says he doesn't care. He and my Dad served together in Vietnam, and he claims my Dad saved his life. He says he's proud to have the son of his war-hero buddy working for him."

"Your boss sounds like a fine man, son," Joshua said. "One who understands the debts he owes and the importance of paying them. That's pretty much my wife's and my philosophy on life, too. You're going to have to do some sort of practicum or internship to complete your undergraduate studies. Have you figured out what you're going to do?"

I said, "I've been making some inquiries, and my academic advisors are working on getting me contacts. That's one of the reasons I may have to take a semester off to work at the garage. I'll still have to pay tuition and my living expenses, and most of those internships don't pay as much as I earn at the garage."

"All right now, Seth, hear me out," Joshua said. "From my earlier inquiries about you, I knew about your interest in an auto-related career. I've been working the phone again this afternoon. One of my firm's steady clients is the owner of a NASCAR team. As you may know, that type of car cannot use much electronic equipment in-car, but some teams are becoming very sophisticated with their use of electronics in their shops. His engine R&D shop is located about fifty miles from here, and he feels they are falling behind in the development and use of electronic media for testing, modeling, and that sort of thing. I had one of my staff compile a resume for you based on the research I told you I've done, complete with your transcript, and I e-mailed it to him this afternoon. He'd like to talk to you about summer employment and possibly an internship when the time comes. He would pay you a higher wage than you earn at the garage to start, with increases as you prove yourself. I realize this is all very sudden, but if you want to, you can call him tomorrow and see him before you have to go back to school."

I sat there dumbfounded. Finally, I said, "That sounds great. Thank you! But why are you doing this for me, Joshua?"

Joshua looked puzzled by my question. "Why? Why wouldn't I? I owe you my daughter's life. I like you. You have the potential and work ethic to go very far in this life. You're obviously very analytical and goal-oriented. Besides, I didn't do anything except make a few phone calls and have someone ghost-write a resume, which you could have done yourself. You still have to interview for the job and perform in it. You just needed a contact."

"This could be a great opportunity for you, Seth," Amanda said.

"Tomorrow's Christmas Eve," I said to Joshua. Will this guy be in his office tomorrow?"

"You'll have to call him at his house. He's expecting your call at 11am. I'll give you some more information about him and his team after breakfast tomorrow. You can call him from my study," Joshua said.

I replied, "I don't know how to re-pay you."

"Son, you pre-paid me. You've already paid me in full for any favors my wife and I ever could do for you or for any gifts you may receive from us. And you should know, I know Tara is crazy about you."

"Daddy!" Tara exclaimed. "Why would you say that?"

"Come on honey, do you really think I'm that blind? You've brought guys home before, but you never looked at them like you do at Seth. Remember, I know you pretty well. I helped create you, and I've known you all your life.

"Now, Seth, I want you to understand that this contact I'm giving you has very little to do with any feelings you and Tara may or may not have toward each other. It has everything to do with the feelings my wife and I have toward you. If you and Tara decide to continue your relationship, I'd be very happy. If not, it doesn't change the debt Amanda and I owe you. You seem like the kind of young man any parents would be proud to have as a son. You just need a break. I'm trying to give it to you.

"Now why don't you two run along and have a good evening. My wife and I are both pretty tired, and we haven't had much together time in the past day or so, let alone sleep on a civilized schedule. We'll see you at breakfast around 8 tomorrow morning. Just wear anything. I'll be in jeans and my old fraternity sweatshirt."

Amanda laughed. "I told Lawrence to throw that moth-eaten thing out years ago!"

"Yes dear, I know you did. Three different times. But Lawrence is my friend, and he knows how much that old rag means to me, since I was wearing it when I first met you. He's always asked me if it's OK to get rid of it, and I've always said no. Anyway, Seth, just wear what you want. Jeans and a T-shirt or whatever you would feel comfortable in. Out 'dress code' is for guests. I would like it if you were to feel more like family. I think I can speak for my wife when I say we would like you to see us as your favorite aunt and uncle or as substitute parents."

"Absolutely," Amanda said. "You probably have a fine mother and father, and we would never want to interfere with that relationship, but I feel like you're the son I could never have, and you've obviously completely charmed Josh!"

"Mom, please!" Tara giggled. "You're making poor Seth blush. And you say I can come on strong! Now I know where I got it from. Come on, Seth, let's get out of here before they start to plan a new christening ceremony for you!"

"See you in the morning, folks," I called over my shoulder, as Tara practically dragged me out of the dining room.

"Let me show you some more of the house," Tara said when we were out of earshot of the dining room. "I think you'll like my little 'apartment.' I'll also show you how to get from your room to mine without anyone seeing you."

We went to the recreation area. Next to the theatre room, which I had seen before, was a room with a pool table and a bar. Behind the bar was a door. "This area of the house was completely re-done about ten years ago. This door used to lead to the servants' quarters, before we built the townhouses. Now, this door is never used. Follow me."

We went through the door into an obviously disused corridor which led to a small stairwell. At the top of the stairs was a hallway. Tara said, "The room with the pool table used to be the servant's kitchen, and these rooms up here were their bedrooms. When we added the indoor pool, we tore down the old servants' quarters and put up a new wall which now forms the solid back wall of the two-story pool enclosure. Since this old wall with the doors in it is structural, it was simpler to leave it in place and face it with new masonry on the pool enclosure side. The only rooms that were not torn down were at either end of this hall. The door at the right end of the hall leads into a room that is now used for linen storage for the guest suites. Your room is right across the hall from it. The door at the left end of the hall used to be for my nanny's room, which is now my storage room. It has a door that connects to my bedroom.

"All the staff leaves the main house by 10pm and doesn't return before 6am. The only way any of them would be in the main house between those hours is if Mom, Daddy, or I would call them. We can do 'night raids' between our bedrooms and no one will know. Now, let me show you my place."

We opened the door and entered a room lined with shelves and clothes rods. Tara kept her luggage, out-of-season clothes, and a variety of boxes of old books and other junk in here. What a pack-rat! The door out of this room opened into her walk-in closet. From there, we were in her bedroom. It was actually pretty "girlish," decorated with lots of pink, some huge old stuffed animals, and a collection of photos, ribbons and trophies from her early teen years when she used to jump horses. It also had a king-sized bed.

The room next to it was her living area. There was a sofa, a huge entertainment center, video game consoles, her study area with computer and bookshelves, and a tiny kitchenette with a small sink, cabinets, and a little refrigerator. Next to that was another door. "That's my bathroom," Tara said. "I can show you that another time. We should probably get back to the main house before someone wonders where we went."

When we got back to the room with the pool table, Tara asked me to play a game. "I was pretty good with a pool cue in high school," I said. The truth was that I hadn't lost a game throughout my junior and senior years, and in the hundred or so games I played freshman year in college, I had only lost two, but I wasn't about to brag.

Tara said, "I've played some, and I know the basics, but take it easy on me. She let me break, and I sank three balls in a row, and then missed a combination bank shot. When Tara took her turn, she ran the table in no time. "Sorry, Seth," she laughed. "I guess having a table in my house and a father with a passion for pool has helped my game. Let's play again."

This time, I dusted off my "A-game" and made some good shots, playing aggressively and setting up some good defense. I wish I could say that watching Tara leaning over the table in that dress distracted me, but the truth is that she played a little better than I did, and eventually won. Instead of the traditional handshake after the game, however, Tara gave me a long, passionate kiss. Then she said, "We should head for bed. Let's go and see if my folks are still up so we can say goodnight."

We headed for her parents' wing. Joshua was in his study on the phone, wearing a robe and slippers. When he saw us at the door, he put the call on hold and came over to us.

"Your daughter is a pool shark, Joshua," I said, smiling.

"Oh, she pulled her 'I know some of the basics' routine on you, did she? I guess I should have warned you. I'm a pretty good pool player myself, but she can beat me about half the time. Maybe you and I can shoot a couple of games tomorrow, son."

"I'd like that, Joshua. We just came to say goodnight. I'm still a little tired from last night, so I'm going to bed. Is Amanda still up?"

"She's in the room across the hall watching some stupid sit-com. I was actually glad for this phone call, since it gave me an excuse to get away from it. But I'd better get back to the call. Goodnight, you two." He kissed Tara on the forehead and shook my hand warmly.

We went into the TV room and said goodnight to Tara's Mom. Again, she hugged me and kissed my cheek. While we were still in the room, Tara made a point to ask me if I could find my way to my room, and I said I could. We walked out of the room together. When we got to the stairway that led to the guest rooms, Tara pulled me close for a goodnight kiss. It was friendly, but not hot. In other words, it was for the benefit of her folks and any staff who might see or hear. While we embraced, she whispered, "Come to my room about 10:15. Just walk in. I'll be waiting." She walked away toward her stairwell, and I went up mine.

When I got to my room, I changed into pajamas and hung up my suit and tie. I tried playing solitaire to pass the time until it was safe to go to Tara's, but I couldn't get her out of my head. I was still a little shaken by the events that had brought us together, and the memory of our love-making next to the pool this afternoon had me wondering what pleasure lay ahead of me at the other end of that dark hallway. The minutes dragged by, but finally I crept out of my room and made my way to hers.

I came out of her closet into her bedroom, but she wasn't there. I went into her living room, but she wasn't there either. Then I saw that her bathroom door was partially open. I walked to the door, but didn't look in. "Tara?" I whispered.

"Come in, Seth," she said.

There she was, in her tub, surrounded by a mound of bubbles. Her long blond hair was pinned up in a loose bun on top of her head. "Care to join me?" she said.

It sounded pretty good to me, so I stripped off my pj's and climbed into the tub facing her. She bent her knees to give me room and leaned forward to kiss me. "Are you really as tired as you told Daddy you are?"

"Why?" I asked. "Do you plan to keep me up for awhile?"

"From what I just saw, you already are up," Tara said, giving me a sultry grin, "and I plan to keep you that way as long as possible this evening. Afternoon sex is great, but it just makes me hornier in the evening."

"I know what you mean," I said, wiping the bubbles away so that I could look at her beautiful breasts. I took a wash-mitt and, working mostly by feel, began to slowly wash the entire front of her body. She did the same for me. By the time she was done, I was sure that my cock and balls had never been cleaner.

Tara said, "Turn around so I can wash your back." I happily complied, and then returned the favor, washing her long, slender back and her tight, sexy ass. Then we got out of the tub and dried each other thoroughly.

"Come to bed, baby," Tara whispered, turning and walking out of the bathroom. She turned down the covers, revealing a set of burgundy silk sheets. She climbed up on the bed, her firm C-cup breasts swaying only slightly, and with her succulent ass turned toward me, picked up the alarm clock on her nightstand. "I'm setting the alarm for 5:30am. That should give you plenty of time to get back to your room before anyone is moving around the house. Now get over here and screw me silly. Do you have any idea how tough it's been on me keeping my hands and mouth off of you this afternoon and evening? God, I've been going crazy ever since we got dressed this afternoon!"

I got into bed with her and kissed her. Bathing with her had made me so hot for her that I could have just fucked her like an animal, but I forced myself to control my impulses. I lay next to her and held her close, kissing her, caressing her, fondling her breasts, flat belly, and buttocks. I had been with some good-looking girls in my time, but Tara was almost painfully beautiful. I just wanted to worship this blond goddess with my lips, tongue, and fingers.

Again, Tara was the aggressor. After I had cuddled, caressed, and kissed her all over for awhile, she suddenly pushed me over onto my back. She said, "Remember this afternoon when I said I didn't want your first time cumming with me to be in my mouth?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

"Well," she whispered with a huge grin on her face, "this won't be your first time cumming with me." With that, she started kissing her way slowly down my body. She licked and sucked my nipples, gave little love bites to my abs, and then took hold of my pulsing hard-on with her delicate fingers. Agonizingly slowly, she moved her face closer and closer to my manhood, licking her lips sensuously. When her mouth was about an inch from my mushroom, she looked at me, gazing deep into my eyes. She smiled and said, "I hope you enjoy this as much as I think I will."

Her pink tongue slowly extended from her lips and flicked at the drop of pre-cum on my cock. "Mmmmmm!" was all she said. Her tongue bathed my hot member, first moistening the tip, then working up and down my shaft, making everything glisten with her saliva. Then she went to work on me, slowly engulfing me in her talented mouth. She went slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, giving me the most amazing blowjob I had ever had.

She worked me into her throat, swallowing for a moment or two, and then released me so she could suck a testicle into her mouth. Every few seconds, she changed her technique and rhythm, so I never knew what would happen next. The sensations were unbelievable. I would have been happy to have her continue this until daybreak, but soon I realized that I was going to explode.

"Tara, baby, I'm going to cum!"

Pausing for just a second, she smiled at me and said, "I know. Let go, honey, let go."

Gently, she massaged my balls with one hand, stroked the base of my shaft with the other, and held me tight with her lips, stroking the underside of my shaft with her tongue, and swallowing. Through spurt after spurt of my exploding cock, she swallowed every droplet, making contented moaning sounds. When I finally stopped shooting, she stroked my shaft and sucked hard, as though she wanted to be sure she had coaxed every bit of my cum from me. Then, she released me, licked her lips, swallowed one last time, and said quietly, "I loved that."

She moved up and lay down next to me. "After the way you made me feel when you made love to me this afternoon, Seth, I had to start our first night together that way. I hope you liked it."

"Liked it? Are you crazy? That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt! No one has ever made me cum that hard. But now it's your turn to cum."

Hearing this, Tara rolled partway onto me and began to kiss me passionately. I went to work on her one breast, caressing it, feeling its fullness, fondling the nipple until it was erect. I pulled her over me and, grabbing her hips, positioned her so she was straddling my chest. With one hand, I teased her other nipple to hardness, while playing with her pussy with the other hand. I lifted her by her ass and drew her toward me until her baby-smooth crotch was poised over my mouth. Looking up at her, I smiled as I lowered her glistening lips to mine.

She tasted better than any girl I had ever been with -- an intoxicating blend of musk and sweetness that made me crazy with passion. Mimicking the way she had orally pleasured me, I threw everything I had at her, licking her outer and inner labia hard, then gently, curling my tongue to enter her, fingering, licking, kissing, and sucking everything, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes forcefully, sometimes gently, until she was drowning me in nectar. She was writhing and moaning, panting like a marathon runner at the end of the race. Even when she started grunting, "Enough, enough, I can't take any more," I kept going. After her third orgasm, she finally pushed herself away from my mouth.

"Good God, Seth, I'm going to pass out! You have to let me rest!" she cried. She dragged herself down until she was sitting on my thighs, safely out of my reach. "Shit, Seth, my clit is almost sore! Were you trying to kill me?" she laughed.

"Not at all, baby," I replied. "I just wanted you to feel sensations as intense as the ones you gave me. That's how well you pleasured me. I was just following your family's example and re-paying my debt."