Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 04

I looked up at him, and for the first time in my life, I saw my Dad was crying. That was all it took for me to let go. Through my sobs, I said, "We started driving home, and when Tara could get out on her cell phone, she called her Dad. She wouldn't tell him what had happened, but she did say we were in a stolen car. He was furious, but she promised to explain it, so he told her where to hide it. A guy met us there and took us to Tara's house and she told her folks the whole story. Their reaction was about the same as yours. Her Dad disposed of the Jeep. He has friends and associates who are in criminal law, and they investigated everything and assured him that we would be in the clear. The one lawyer said there really wasn't anything that would hold up in court, anyway. We're just trying to move on."

Mom had returned to her chair. "My poor baby boy," she sobbed. "My poor, beautiful little girl! Why did you have to go through this?"

My Dad had regained his composure by this time. "Debbie, kids, do you remember the adage, 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'? I think this is a great example."

Tara nodded. "It certainly has changed me. Seth has shown me that love and compassion are the only things that really matter in this world. Everything else is un-important window-dressing. My parents had raised me to know that, but I had almost forgotten. It took that horrible night to bring me back to reality. The emotional scars from that night may never leave me, but I'm starting to accept them, because they've forced me to remember what's important in life."

Dad said, "Tara, I don't know if you know this, but I was in Viet Nam. I have some scars from that, both physical and emotional. I would never want to return to that time, but, unlike some of my fellow veterans, I've healed and grown from the experience. Trust me, I know what you mean."

When we got back to Tara's house, it was after 10 o'clock. Her parents were in their TV room.

"So, how was dinner?" Amanda said to Tara when we walked in.

"Fabulous. His Mom's a great cook. Their house is really nice. It's pretty, cozy, and warm. I really like Debbie and Tom."

I said, "My Mom and Dad fell in love with Tara. We talked a lot. Mom and Tara couldn't stop yakking in the kitchen while they were getting dinner ready, and Dad told me Tara reminds him of Mom when she was Tara's age. And, we told them the whole story of what happened to us the night we were driving home from school."

"How did they react?" Joshua asked.

"Mom and Dad both cried, but they agreed that there was nothing else that we could have done."

"Oh Mom, Daddy," Tara said, "they were so wonderful. They understood. Tom even shared some of his feelings about his war experiences, which I think was pretty hard for him. They accepted me."

"Now I'm really anxious to meet them," Tara's Dad said. "Speaking of which, Christmas morning is coming pretty soon. We should all get some sleep. We'll see you kids for breakfast at 7:30. Seth, your folks are going to be here at 11:30, right?"

"That's the plan, Joshua. Well, Merry Christmas everybody," I said as I turned for the door.

"Hold on, young man," Joshua said. "You don't get away that easily." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him in a warm, manly bear hug. "Merry Christmas, son."

Tara's Mom came up and tapped Joshua on the shoulder, like someone who wanted to cut in on a dancing couple. Joshua released me, and Amanda pulled me to her. "I'm so glad you're here with us for Christmas, Seth. I'm so glad you found Tara and came here to us. I've always dreamed of waking up to a son on Christmas day. Now you're here to let me pretend I have one." She kissed me on both cheeks, and then pulled back just enough to focus, holding my face in her hands. "Thank you," was all she said, and then she turned away.

Tara and I walked hand in hand to the door. When we were in the hall, still in plain view of her folks, she pulled me to her, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Merry Christmas, honey," she said in a voice intended for her parents to hear. Then she whispered in my ear, "I'll be waiting for you."

We went to our own rooms. I quickly changed into the pajamas that were folded neatly on top of my dresser and made my way through our "secret" passage to Tara's room. She was lying on her side in bed, a royal purple silk sheet drawn over her, her one beautifully shaped shoulder, her exquisite face, and her silky blond hair the only things exposed. When she saw me, she gave me her sultriest smile, but then she started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked, confused.

"Oh that Suzette and Lawrence!" she laughed. I wondered about these new sheets when Suzette made up my bed today, and she seemed to be in an especially good mood, but she didn't say anything. And now you show up in pajamas that match my sheets exactly. Do you think that's a coincidence?"

"They're at it again, aren't they?" I said, grinning.

"They sure are," Tara said. "Well, come here, we certainly don't want to disappoint them, do we."

When I walked to the side of the bed, Tara got to her knees, exposing her incredible body to me as she removed my pajama top. She kissed my chest, sucking lightly on my nipples. She worked her way up my throat, and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. I held her to me tightly, stroking her sensuous back as we kissed. Eventually, she broke our embrace and pulled my pajama bottoms off my hips. As I stepped out of them, she wrapped her gentle hands around my throbbing cock.

"Make love to me, Seth. I want you inside me right now. No delay, no foreplay, no nothing. I'm so hot and wet for you that I just have to feel you fill me up right away. We have the whole night for play, but right now I just need you inside me."

I crawled up on the bed as she lay back. She positioned the head of my dick at her entrance and guided me inside. She was right. She was so wet that it felt like I had spent a long time preparing her. Although she was very, very tight, I smoothly slid in until our pubic bones met. Holding my upper body weight on my arms, I began to kiss her incredible mouth. Our tongues made love for a long time, while our genitals stayed still, enjoying the feel of our joining. Slowly, subtly, she began to move beneath and around me.

"Make, long, slow, deep love to me, baby," she whispered.

We began to move together in a slow, gentle rhythm. I would pull out about halfway, taking my time, and then gradually sink in again to the hilt. Sometimes our movements were more of rocking than a thrusting motion. This wasn't fucking. It wasn't having sex. We were making love in every sense of the term.

We were almost completely quiet. Neither of us spoke – there was no need. Neither of us moaned, grunted, squealed, or screamed. This wasn't that kind of sex. For a long time, the only sounds we made were the soft sounds of kissing and the subtle liquid sound of a very wet pussy squeezing a very hard cock.

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, I felt Tara's muscles begin to gently milk my manhood. We gradually increased the pace of our lovemaking, savoring the pleasure of every stroke. Finally, Tara broke our kiss to whisper, "I love you Seth, I love you." I could feel her vaginal walls press rhythmically against my shaft as she sighed her way through her orgasm. Before she was done, I could feel myself swelling deep inside her, and I had my own soul-satisfying orgasm.

I rolled over on my back, bringing Tara with me. She laid on top of me, holding me inside of her, and began to kiss me again. When she pushed herself up on her arms, I looked deep into her eyes. "I've never felt anything like that before, Tara. You truly are a goddess. I'm so deeply in love with you that I can't begin to understand it. I just know that it's real, and that's all that matters," I said.

We drifted off for a while. I awoke to the sensation of wet stroking on my penis. Tara was on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed, licking me awake. "That's nice," I said.

She paused for a moment. "You must have been tired. Your beautiful prick woke up a couple of minutes ago. I'm glad the rest of you finally got the message." She resumed the task she had set out for herself.

I lay there watching her. Her long blond hair was tossed over her back so I could see her gorgeous face as she impaled it with my manhood. I propped myself up on my arms so I could see her shapely ass sticking up behind her. She raised her eyes to look at me, her beautiful eyes full of love and lust. She sank onto one elbow, freeing her other hand to reach behind her to play with herself. What an amazing sight!

"Tara, honey, bring that succulent pussy of yours up here. You shouldn't be the only one getting to lick and suck on something," I said.

Tara giggled as she re-positioned herself into the sixty-nine position. I pulled her to me and began to lightly tease her smooth, puffy, outer labia with the tip of my tongue. She was already very moist. Her aroma and flavor begged me to pleasure her with much more vigor than the session we had first had tonight. I separated her outer folds and plunged my tongue inside, licking everything within reach. I curled my tongue and thrust it as deep inside her as I could, sucking her entire pussy with my mouth. Then I tickled and suckled her erect clit with my tongue as I inserted first one, then two fingers deep inside her. Her moaning and squirming let me know that this was what she needed. When I found her g-spot, she abandoned my cock so she could gasp in enough air to supply her body during her orgasm.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" she yelled in a strangled voice as she bucked on my face. I drank her nectar as rapidly as I could as her orgasm continued.

When she was done, she threw herself off me and collapsed, panting, on the bed beside me. "I thought I was going to pass out!" she said, still trying to recover. "Just hang on a minute, baby, I'll get back to you as soon as my head clears!"

I turned in the bed so I could lie next to her and held her in my arms. I kissed and nuzzled her. I played with her hair. I gently caressed her beautiful, firm breasts, lightly teasing her nipples with my fingertips. When they were erect again, I reached behind her and gently stroked and rubbed her smooth, tight asscheeks. Then I reached between her legs so I could let my fingers slither over her still-drenched pussy.

She responded by snaking a hand between us to play with my as yet unsatisfied cock and balls. "I'm so sorry, Seth, I almost forgot that I didn't finish you. I guess you distracted me," she said with a naughty giggle.

We lay there for awhile, gently stroking and kissing each other. I could tell that she was getting aroused again, even though she said nothing. Suddenly, she pulled away and got on her hands and knees again. She stared at me for a moment wearing an oddly serious expression on her face. Then, a smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth and her eyes began to sparkle. Finally, she murmured, "Doggy, anyone?"

As I positioned myself behind her, she wiggled her butt at me, clenching and unclenching her muscles so that her pussy seemed to wink at me. She reached between her legs to help guide my raging hard-on inside her. As I slid in, she let out a contented moan. "Oh, God, Seth, that's good." She let her upper body sink to the bed, twisting so she could look back at me. "Fuck me good and hard, honey," she said.

This time, there was pure animal lust pulling our bodies together. We rutted like dogs in heat, like a mare and a stallion. I pounded into her, and she thrust back against me just as hard. I could reach her one tit, and I tweaked, fondled, and twisted the hard little nipple as I pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. We weren't quiet this time. We were both grunting and moaning our lust. Our bodies were making loud smacking sounds as they slapped together, and our soaking wet sex made loud, lewd squelching noises.

We were able to keep this up for a fair amount of time, but the end was inevitable. All too soon, I felt my juices coming to a boil as my sack smacked over and over against her. I released her tit and reached for her clit, massaging and tweaking it. When her cunt muscles began to pulse on me, she started to make a tortured keening noise. I shoved myself into her as deep as I knew how, feeling myself swell even larger than I had already been.

"Cum in me, Seth, cum in me now! I need it!" she wailed. Spurt after spurt of hot jizz erupted from me as I roared like a lust-crazed beast.

We slept in each other's arms the rest of the night. When Tara's alarm woke us, we kissed, and I went back to my room to get ready for Christmas.

At breakfast, Tara's parents were strangely subdued. They were warm and friendly, but they almost seemed on edge. Tara finally said, "Mom, Dad, what's wrong?"

Joshua sighed and looked almost uncomfortable, but said nothing. Finally, Amanda said, "Kids, we're worried. We're afraid Seth's parents won't like us. We're worried that they won't understand us."

"Oh, Mom," Tara said soothingly, "I liked them a lot, and they seemed to like me. Why are you worrying?"

"Because we're afraid that they will think we are too different from them. Some people are very uncomfortable when they are confronted by the trappings of wealth that they don't have. How can we make them understand that we're hard-working people who just want to make them feel welcome?"

I spoke up. "Joshua, Amanda, I thought about that too. I was pretty intimidated when I first got here. The mansion, the serving staff, the obvious money... it was a lot for me to process. But now that you've shown your true selves to me, I don't really see it so much. I mean, sure, I know that you guys are wealthy, and you live a lifestyle that I never even dreamed of, but when I talk to you, it all disappears. All I see is a great, warm loving family. Let yourselves be yourselves. You'll see that you two are really a lot like my Mom and Dad.

"When Tara and I were there last night, it was pretty obvious that my Mom and Dad fell in love with her. If you let them see how much you love your daughter, too, they'll focus on that. They love me the same way, so you guys will automatically have some common ground. Just take it from there."

Joshua said, "Thanks, son. I needed to hear that from you. Now, if everyone is done with breakfast, let's go into the great room."

As we entered the room, Tara let out a squeal of delight. "Oh Mom, Daddy, you did it again!" The room had been transformed overnight into a Christmas scene like a Norman Rockwell painting. There was a huge tree decorated with antique ornaments. A Christmas village scene was laid out underneath it, complete with houses, shops, snow-covered yards and streets, children sledding, and horse-drawn sleighs. The windows of the room were draped with holly and pine garland, and large, bulging stockings hung at the fireplace. It was beautiful.

Amanda said, "We never did much in the way of gifts at Christmas. Usually, we just let Santa fill our stockings. And look, there's one for each of us. Tara, honey, why don't you get them down and bring them to us?"

Tara brought each of us our stockings. Amanda emptied hers first. The gifts inside were simple, but personal (and some, obviously expensive). There were gourmet chocolates, perfume, an onyx and jade pen and pencil set, and a pearl necklace with matching earrings.

Joshua went next. He pulled out a box of pool cue chalk, a small leather-bound appointment book, after-shave, and a set of ruby and diamond cufflinks.

When it was Tara's turn, she found a bag of macadamia nuts ("My favorite!" she laughed), perfume, a new cell phone, and a small wrapped box that could have held a bracelet. "What's this, she asked?"

"Open it," her Mom and Dad said together. When she did, she just sat there with a stunned look on her face, her lower lip trembling.

"What is it?" I asked, leaning over to look.

As Tara held up a key fob, a horn sounded outside. We looked up to see Suzette stepping out of a new, red Mercedes sport coupe.

Joshua came over and hugged his daughter. "The truck picked up your vehicles yesterday. There was no fixing your car, so we got you a new one. Merry Christmas, honey."

"Oh Mom, Daddy, thank you!" Tara cried, her wet eyes beginning to spill tears of joy down her cheeks. "Come on, everyone, let's go out and see it!"

"Hang on a minute, sweetheart," Amanda chided her daughter, smiling indulgently. "Let Seth empty his stocking first. Show some manners, young lady."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm just so excited! Seth, I'm sorry. Please, honey, empty your stocking."

I pulled out a small box of dark chocolate cherry cordials (how did they know?), a beautiful wristwatch, a cell phone, and a wrapped box like the ones neckties come in. "A cell phone!" I exclaimed. "I've always wanted one!"

Amanda, said, "We put you on our plan. Now you can call your folks and us whenever you want, wherever you are. Since you're on our plan, there will be no cost to you, no matter how much you talk or text."

Joshua said, "Open the wrapped box, son. I hope you like it."

I tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside was something wrapped in layers of tissue paper. I unfolded the paper to find a gas company credit card. "What's this?" I asked confused. Just then, another horn blew outside. We looked out the window to see Lawrence climbing out of a shiny, black, four-door, mean-as-hell-looking new pick-up truck. It was tricked out with all the popular accessories.

"We leased that truck for you," Joshua said. "Everything is paid for, including insurance. It may be a little thirsty, though, so the gas card should keep it happy. The bills will come to me."

It was my turn to get excited. I stood up and ran to the window to get a better look. The thing was beautiful. I just stood there and stared. Then I felt Tara pressing herself against my back, her arms going around my waist. "Mom and Daddy asked what you might want, and I said your truck was showing its age. Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" I yelled.

I looked back to see Amanda and Joshua beaming at me. "Merry Christmas, son," they said. "Let's all get our coats and go get a better look."

"I don't know what to say. You guys are the best!" I said. "Thank you! But I don't have anything for you."

"Nonsense," Joshua said. "You already gave us our gift, one that no amount of money could ever buy. You brought our daughter home to us, alive and safe. No gift anyone could ever give will be better than that one. Now come on, Tara needs to take her Mom for a ride, and I really want to see what that beast of yours is like. Everyone grab their coats."

Christmas dinner with my parents was a huge success. After some initial nervousness on the part of both couples, they were all talking animatedly with each other. By the time we had our evening meal, a buffet set up in the great room, everyone was behaving as though they had been close friends for years. We covered a number of topics, including our terrifying night with Zeke and Merle at their cabin. Everyone agreed that Tara and I had handled ourselves in the only way we could. Our mothers both felt that the big tragedy of that night was poor Merle's death.

On a brighter note, I told my folks about the job prospect I had with the race team. It turns out that my Dad knows one of their fabricators, having worked with him about ten years ago. My folks were excited about the idea, once they were convinced that the race team job would be summer employment and an internship, not a substitute for my continuing education.

When it got late, I drove my parents home in my new truck, promising to return to the Hawthorne's the next day for lunch. My folks and I talked long into the night about Tara and her family. Alone in my own bed that night, I slept poorly. I kept reaching out for her, frustrated at not feeling her warm nude body pressed against mine.