Friday Night

"Have you thought about dressing her less, uhh...," I sat at a restaurant table, holding a dripping burger and fumbling for words. It was the same conversation again tonight.

There was no denying that my girlfriend's daughter was a stunner. During the first several months that Teri and I had dated, this same conversation about 9-year-old Nessa had come up repeatedly. We would take her with us to the park or to matinees at the mall, and guys my age would crane their necks and gawk at the girl. Nessa's milky smooth skin, shiny chestnut hair, and radiant hazel eyes exuded the innocent beauty of classic movie starlets, but it was her slender bare arms, naturally pouty lips, and the firm, shapely ass budding beneath her tight jean shorts which, I knew, drew the most attention.

"Less what?" Teri prodded.

"I don't know," I said, censoring myself. I had been about to suggest jailbait, but I didn't want to push any more of Teri's buttons. She was venting.

Teri folded her arms on the table and sighed into her overpriced margarita. At thirty, she was still very beautiful. Nessa had her mother to thank for her slim, fetching body: the arch of her spine, the set of her neck and shoulders, the alluring curvature of her thighs and calves, all cut from the same genetic cloth.

Teri was a vision, and I was happy with her. Also at thirty years of age, I had come to find the endless search for younger, attractive females at clubs increasingly difficult and monotonous. Teri had it even worse than me. She came with a kid-apparently the kiss of death for many-and a lot of guys didn't hang around long enough to find out that Nessa was, in fact, pretty fun to have around-and even I had no idea. The three of us shared similar interests, and it looked as if our relationship was moving toward more serious commitment. Teri certainly knew how to take care of my needs, and I, in turn, gave her a sense of security she hadn't felt since Nessa's father had deserted them both years ago.

"Listen, love..." Teri said, sipping the last of an overpriced margarita. "I couldn't get this weekend off, but Nessa still badly wants to go. Do you?"

"Do I...still want to go skiing? I don't know if that's..."

"Hold on a second. The cabin is already booked, and it's beautiful up there. You'll love it!"

"But...just me and Nessa?"

"Hear me out, love," Teri stopped me, squeezing my hand and putting on her most serious face. "Things have been going really well for us. I've been...I am so happy. She smiled. Nessa and I talk about everything. We talk about you, and I know that she knows you're good for me, but she hasn't really had a man in her life. I think that this weekend would be a great time for the two of you to...you know...really get to know each other...as family."

Teri looked up at me timidly as if, perhaps, she'd stated something too strongly. Was she searching my eyes for that frozen stare of a scared animal, afraid I was going to bolt like so many other guys?

"Sure," I said, trying to sound confident. "That sounds like a good idea. I'll take her."

Teri smiled again, sheepishly at first, but then a luminous grin transformed her face. "You're going to have so much fun!" she said, and signaled the waiter for the check.

Saturday Afternoon

The drive to the mountain cabin had been peaceful and enjoyable. Nessa had entertained me by playing some atrocious pop music on her iPod which I pretended to like, but as we gained elevation, she slowly sank into a ball in the passenger seat, knees clamped to her small chest. She was still dressed for the California sun, apparently forgetting that a "ski" trip meant there would be the required element of snow.

And snow there was. Six inched of fresh powder.

Upon arriving, Nessa's eyes lit up and she broke out of her fetal position and looked out in wonder at the wide swathes of undisturbed snow that trailed around the sides of the rustic pine cabin. The trails disappeared into miles of heavy woods. Teri and Nessa were not downhill skiers; they loved cross-country, and I was about to discover just how much energy a nine-year-old could take out of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, dumbfounded, as Nessa suddenly sprang into motion. She crossed her arms around her head and, in one fluid motion, pulled off the t-shirt she'd been wearing, knocking the sun visor in the process. She then unbuttoned the too-short cutoffs that hugged her hips-those hips that all the guys in the mall loved to stare at-and slipped the shorts to the floorboard of the car.

"I can't wait any longer," she said excitedly and flipped over onto her knees, facing the back. She was wearing pale pink cotton panties with antique lace trim and a matching camisole. Though not developing noticeable breasts yet, I couldn't help but observe the stiffness of her two tiny nipples straining from beneath the cotton cami as she stretched herself into the backseat and drew out her backpack. "I'm putting on my ski stuff!" she announced. "Let's go now, please, please, please?!" She bounced up and down in her seat and smiled excitedly at me. How could I resist?

After a few minutes of watching her young body twist and struggle in her seat, Nessa finished pulling on her ski gear. She was done changing before I'd even started, but mostly because I was more than a little distracted (and amused) watching Nessa dress only two feet away from me. Is this what it's like to have a daughter? Was I really this far inside her circle of privacy already? What the hell, I thought; let's test the theory. Instead of unlocking the cabin to go change, I sat beside her and pulled my own shirt off in a similar fashion, leaned over toward the middle, inches from her, and reached behind the passenger seat to pull out my own duffle bag of skiwear. I tried not to look over at her as I pulled off my faded jeans and yanked on my ski pants, but I could feel her astonished gaze on me the entire time, and I wondered what she was thinking.

"Ready," I announced, pulling my boots back on and shoving my arms into the sleeves of my ski parka.

"Way ready!" Nessa confirmed, still smiling and nodding up at me approvingly-that flawless starlet smile that lit her hazel eyes with a sparkle of cleverness-betraying a hint of some secret knowledge beyond her single-digit years.

We stepped out into the cold, moving around to the back of the car to unload the bindings, poles, skis and other cross-country accoutrements. In a short time, we were gliding through the woods, just the two of us. Nessa quickly outpaced me, offering an unhindered view of her lithe form gracefully swaying from ski to ski, accentuating her infamous, eye-catching ass.

Plodding behind her with miles of trail in front of us, it hit me that-thanks to Teri-I was enjoying this trip...really, really enjoying it!

Saturday: Dusk

"Dammit!" I hissed to myself as I stepped through the cabin door, my breath forming clouds in front of my face. The cross-country trail had proved grueling, and it was already getting dusky outside when we returned. I was out of breath, cold as hell, and-like an idiot-cursing myself for giving in to Nessa's excitement about skiing right away without bothering to heat the cabin first. I was supposed to be the grown-up here; how could I be such an idiot? Now, here we were, freezing, exhausted, and without a fire in the wood-burning stove: the cabin's only heat source.

"I'm sorry, Ness," I said, looking around the front room of the cabin. "I guess I'm not as experienced with this as your mom. I should have thought about this earlier and lit a fire in the stove before we took off. It must be almost down to freezing in here."

"It's okay," she said, sensing my frustration. "I had so much fun! Didn't you have fun?" She leaned her warm head into my arm and looked up at me. "The skiing was awesome! I can get the rest of the stuff out of the car so you can get a fire going, 'kay?"

Nessa telling me what to do: now I really felt like an idiot noob. "I am having fun," I nodded and touched her cheek reassuringly with my finger. Her skin was even paler than normal except for the bright red circles flushing her cheekbones. It was as smooth as it looked yet exceedingly cold to the touch. "You are freezing!" I said. "We'd better hurry."

Within minutes, the sky was dark, and I had to stack the final pieces of wood into the stove by flashlight. The fire lit easily, and I coaxed it to life as best I could before shutting the door, checking the flue, and adjusting the slatted vents on the front of the stove, letting the fire breathe. There was not much heat emanating from the stove, and I worried that I was failing yet again.

Behind me, the door to the cabin slammed shut, startling me, and I could hear the locks engaging. Nessa was already so dependable and accommodating, obviously trying to cheer me up by volunteering to unpack the car. "There, that's...ev-v-very...thing," Nessa said in a jittery voice. She was visibly shuddering, and her teeth chattered together like a cartoon character, making me chuckle at her. "D...d...don't laugh at me," she said, trying not to smile. "It's n...n...not funny." Another shiver racked her body and she moaned and stumbled toward the warming stove.

Several feet away from the stove, a futon sofa served as anchor for the humble living space in the main room of the cabin. I pulled the futon closer to the stove and lowered it flat. "I'm afraid the bedrooms are going to be freezing all night long," I said. "You'd best sleep here to get warm. This place should be fine in a little while."

"Until then," Nessa said, looking at me, her head trembling and voice quivering with each word, "I need your heat."

I looked at her incredulously. "You need...what?"

"Mom and I...we read all about this stuff. You know, survival in the outdoors? If people are freezing, they're supposed to snuggle close together 'cause it shares their warmth." She looked down at the futon and then fixed me with lustrous, pouty eyes. "I'm r-r-really, really cold!"

"Okay," I said, giving in to the sparkling eyes. I quickly gathered all the blankets in the cabin and unfolded them on the futon, creating a soft nest to crawl into. The down comforters from the beds in the bedrooms were icy to the touch, but they would insulate us quickly. I prompted Nessa to lie down on the futon, and she began stripping off her skiwear.

"What are you doing? You'll get colder."

"I told you," Nessa said, trying not to sound exasperated with me, "... mom and I read about this...it's how you do it. You've got to take off your clothes; that's how it works. You have to do it too...please, please, please?"

I stood in shock for a moment, watching Nessa's trembling body slough off layers of winter sportswear until she was again down to the powder pink panties and camisole. Then she picked up a wide blanket and covered herself with it. I began pulling off my own clothing, and, strangely, I sensed an inner-warmth already growing within me-something I hadn't felt in a very long time: butterflies.

I, of course, also knew that this was how to warm up when freezing. I hadn't read about it in survival guides, but I'd seen it enough in the movies. Although Nessa might be playing up her condition a bit overdramatically, she was shivering pretty badly, and we were supposed to be out here together 'bonding.' It was too late to back out now, break her trust, and ruin her weekend. I undressed down to my t-shirt and boxers, and then I wrapped myself in a thick blanket.

On the other side of the futon, Nessa was still struggling inside her blanket, wiggling around and making little frustrated grunting noises. Finally, a set of pale pink underwear slid out from beneath the blanket she was holding around herself. "Okay, ready," she said.

I looked again at the panties and cami crumpled on the floor. "But you're..."

"Duh, you're not supposed to wear anything." Nessa cut in. "Mom and I..."

"Yeah, I know, I know. Your mom and you read all about it, right?"

Nessa smiled politely, nodded, and slowly climbed onto the futon, keeping the blanket wrapped around her like a cloak. "You've got to d...d...do it right," she stammered, still shivering. "D...d...do you mind?" She pointed to the halogen flashlight still balanced on the table, spreading light across the ceiling, lighting up the room.

"Good idea," I said, and I switched off the light. The open ventilation slats on the front of the wood-burning stove bathed the room in the faintest orange glow, but the light was so low that I couldn't see for a minute while my eyes adjusted. I pulled off my t-shirt, hesitated, then-fuck it!-pulled my boxers off as well. No sense in upsetting her by not doing it right.

I sidled onto the edge of the futon, careful to keep my blanket around me. The futon was softer and more comfortable than it looked, despite being cool to the touch. I felt around the foot of the futon for the down comforters and pulled them over myself. "You around here somewhere?" I joked, barely making out a shivering mass under a blanket in the center of the futon. I pulled a second down comforter over her as well, and then lay back with a sigh.

Without warning, Nessa whipped up the edge of my blanket and slithered under it, pressing the entire length of her naked body into mine. A slender arm clamped across my chest, and two legs wrapped around my upper thigh, toes chilling my leg like wiggly ice-sickles. "Ahh, better!" she giggled, and pressed her cheek to my side, snuggling a bare shoulder under my left arm. "You're toasty warm!" Her neck rested against my bare chest and I could feel her quick pulse pounding inside of her, a racing heart betraying her outward confidence.

Two internal sensations exploded in me then. The first was a strong instinctual desire to protect this precious girl-protect her from the cold, from the men in the mall, from anything. Her fingers were still freezing to the touch, so I reached around her, cradling her head in my arm, and took her hands in mine. I began to methodically warm them by rubbing them between my own. Simultaneously-and this was the second sensation-I became powerfully aroused! Nessa's silky, petite torso was pressed to me, skin to skin, her toned thighs clenching mine like a fireman's pole, and my own pole went quickly rigid in a surprisingly intense, nearly painful salute. I couldn't believe it. I had a raging hard-on for Nessa, this nine-year-old and perhaps my soon-to-be step-daughter!

Within minutes, Nessa's breathing slowed and deepened. Her arms went slack, and her top leg slid off of me, turning her onto her back. The skiing and the cold had worn her out completely, and she slept the deep, uninterruptable sleep that it seems only children can achieve. I called her name softly. Nothing. More boldly, I stroked her cheek and neck. Still nothing but deep, even breaths. Unable to deny myself, I continued down her unconscious body, stroking the slim outline of her collarbone, the smooth plane of her undeveloped chest, the soft nub of each nipple, the slim tone of her abdomen...

My hand stopped its thrilling exploration as Nessa groaned, stretched, turned away, and nestled her back into my side. She was beginning to feel warmer, and my eyes were getting heavy despite my stiff, complaining erection. Before I could decide how to take of care of it, I too was overtaken by exhaustion and slept.

Sunday Morning

Enveloping warmth. My head cleared and my eyes swam into focus, noticing for the first time the giant pine beams across the ceiling of the cabin. Light crept in from around the linings of the closed curtains, signaling the morning. I noticed that I had turned toward Nessa in my sleep, spooning with her. The warmed skin of her back stuck to my chest, and her arms now cradled the arm I'd thrown across her as if it were a teddy bear.

The fire and the blankets had done their job well. My face was flushed with the heat, and Nessa's skin felt hot to the touch. She was stirring from her sleep as well, wiggling slightly, but not pulling away.

That's when I realized-in startling horror (had it been there all night?)-that I had the most enormous morning hard-on! Worse was that, in spooning with Nessa, I'd pressed myself tight against her. My raging cock was now resting comfortably against the crack of her ass, and she was...oh my god!...stirring and wiggling her butt around as she woke up. It felt so good, but she would obviously be wide awake soon. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't afford to remain lying there, blood throbbing through my wild erection.

I began to pull away, but Nessa's hands clamped around my arm which she was still cuddling, pulling me back. "Nnnno, not yet," she purred dreamily. "You're nice and warm." She hugged my arm tighter, and the movements I'd taken to be her unconscious stirring in her sleep grew more rhythmic. She was slithering against me as if to get closer, feel more warmth. Her hips slithered more than the rest of her, as if she were-was she?-gyrating them purposefully against me.

"No, no..." I said, trying to sound oblivious and parental, "Time to get up now." I tried to pull away again, but a glittery-fingered hand reached back and gripped my hip lightly, pulled me against her again.

"Mmmm, don't go away yet, please?" she purred again in a sleepy voice. "I'm not ready to wake up."

"It's light!" I persuaded in a sing-song voice. "There's more skiing to be had. Cross-country skiing!" It was a lame and futile argument.

Nessa buried her face into the folds of her down comforter. "Forget skiing!" she yelled, the comforter muffling the sound to a whisper. She continued to bury her head in the blankets, and her gyrations continued, slowly working the shaft of my cock snugly between the supple mounds of her buttocks. God, it felt amazing, and, truly, I didn't want it to stop either.

"Have it your way, then," I said teasingly, still acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Not entirely sure how to interpret what was going on, but decidedly enjoying every second of it, I lowered my head down next to Nessa's, breathing in the sweet scent of her long chestnut hair as it caressed my face. I closed my eyes and begged silently for this moment to last forever.

I don't know how much time went by, but I must have fallen back to sleep and dozed in ecstasy for some time. Slowly, I became conscious that something was different. Nessa's arm was still reaching behind her, but it had slipped unobtrusively between us, and small, warm fingers were now encircling my cock, sliding gently up and down its length. I didn't know whether to laugh, scream, or moan, whether to throw her off of me in panic or press myself against her and spray cum all over her back, a concept that suddenly seemed very close to actuality. Both were untenable solutions, so instead I froze.

In my motionless panic, I must have forgotten to breathe, for an explosive sigh and moan escaped me a moment later, and I shivered uncontrollably with pleasure. My whole being was tingling, electric. My breathing became too ragged for me to feign sleep any longer.

Nessa didn't raise her face from where it lay, buried self-consciously in the down comforter, but her grip tightened around my cock and continued to stroke, twisting slightly at the wrist with each motion, the gliding, expert hand of a natural talent. I could no longer resist. Hot euphoria raged through me, making my head swim and my inhibitions vanish. Nessa's nimble fingers were caressing me, and more than anything, I wanted to touch her, ravish her young body with both hands, and feel the limber, youthful flesh of her.

I started from the top, running comb-like fingers through her thick tresses, pulling her hair back from her cheek and tucking it behind a dainty ear, pierced with a tiny diamond-flower earring. From there, her white neck brushed beneath the backs of my fingers, it's hot, elastic skin pumping with a strong pulse. She refused to open her eyes or turn away from the comforter, but she began to purr softly like a cat as my hand moved across her throat and came to rest, palm down, in the middle of her flat, heaving chest.

Excited by Nessa's soft, delicate skin, I began rubbing my hand in small circles, widening them until each pass of my hand brushed across both nipples, a slow caress that elicited deeper muffled moans from her hidden face. The moment was intense and alive with a singular focus I had forgotten was possible. Nessa's nubile form became intensely vivid and glorious as I was flooded by adrenaline and the biochemical cocktail of sexual arousal. I felt as if I could possess every inch of her, and that is exactly what I was going to do.

All of the nagging fears and inhibitions were suddenly gone. Nessa had known all along, I realized. She had known exactly what she was doing. I didn't understand her motivations or her plans, but I knew with sudden clarity that this was not an accident. I was being seduced, and I was damn well going to give in to it. I reached my hand up from her chest, palming the back of her small head in my hand, and turned her to face me. Her eyes shot open, unsure what I would do. Stop her? Yell at her? Leave her and her mother alone like all those other men had done?

Nessa's lips twitched nervously, but she said nothing. She peered into my eyes, searching longingly to find good intentions there. I pulled her face close to mine and kissed her small mouth, pressing my tongue between her lips. They were velvety soft and tasted faintly of the cotton candy lip gloss she liked to wear. She moaned and sighed hot breath into my mouth, then closed her lips around my tongue and sucked it vigorously between them.

As our faces remained locked together, she finally released my tortured cock and swung both arms around my neck. I lifted her into the air as I rolled into a sitting position, lowering her into my lap, her tiny legs spread wide, trying to wrap themselves around my torso. I pressed a hand against her back, caressing the fragile bones of her petite ribcage just beneath the flawless, milky skin. I pressed her body into me and she responded by rocking herself forward, unbalancing me. I fell back into the comforters, Nessa's bare skin slapping down on top of me.

Her slender figure was light, and it rested on me like a feather, her two little nipples now rigid and tickling my chest as they rubbed back and forth against me. I felt her rubbing my stomach as well, and I twisted my head around to look down that direction. Too short to both kiss me and reach my cock, Nessa was sliding the mound of her pale, hairless pussy back and forth across my abs. I had never felt such an amazing sensation in all my life, and I had to calm the tension building at the base of my scrotum before I drenched us both in premature ejaculate. I wasn't ready for that. I wanted this to last...well, forever.

"Sorry," Nessa said, finally letting go of my tongue. It seemed to be her first word in a lifetime. "I can't reach down there like this. Just a sec'." She held a forefinger in front of her face, indicating one second. Then, with the slow agility of a balancing gymnast, Nessa pressed both hands into my chest and swiveled her legs through the air like miniature helicopter blades. Her right leg sailed over my head and then, in an instant, Nessa was straddling me again, her back to me. Entranced, I watched her delicate shoulder-blades glide back and forth beneath her skin as she reached both arms above her head, produced a sparkly hair band from the futon, and twisted her hair into it. Then she bent over me, backing her knees up my sides until that infamous, problematic ass of hers reached my chin. "There!" she said triumphantly, and then a warm wetness surrounded the head of my swollen cock.

Feeling Nessa's soft, pliable lips stretching around me-her tongue exploring the rock-hard underside of my cock-surpassed every other sensation I'd yet felt. I caught myself moaning unconsciously but didn't bother to make myself stop. Heavenly nymphet of devilish succubus, I no longer cared. All sense of meaning in the universe was forever changed. Denying even the slightest bit of this pleasure and the release of this moment would certainly be considered the greatest sin.

But the moment these thoughts crossed my mind, I realized that I was denying something. I was denying Nessa the same pleasure. Her ass rocked gently back and forth only inches from my face as she slid my cock in and out of her tight little mouth. There before my eyes, two bare, velvety labia almost-but not quite-secreted away the hardened nubbin of a prepubescent clit.

Gripping the toned meat of her ass, I pulled Nessa's downy-smooth pussy toward me, sinking my tongue into the thin crevice of her labia, sliding it slowly toward the cute button of the child's clit Something primal about using my mouth on her warm skin caused me to salivate heavily, so my tongue slid through her tiny slit with ease. A shininess that was already present there produced a distinctive taste on my tongue, and I knew that Nessa was aroused. It surprised me that her young pussy was already capable of readying her this way...getting her wet.

I reached the short, stiff nub of her clit and circled it with my tongue, drawing in to suck on it, returning her oral favors. She inhaled sharply, responded to my touches with a high-pitched rasp and then began breathing fast and heavy between moans and shrill shrieks of pleasure. For the moment, my cock fell from her mouth and slapped wetly onto my abdomen as Nessa concentrated on breathing. She was shivering again, but this time it wasn't from the cold. Beads of sweat trickled into the valley of her ass like tiny rivers, moving downstream, smearing into my nose and cheeks.

I dove in further, stretching my tongue into the folds of her young pussy. With one hand, I reached in and lightly flicked the firm end of her clit. She screamed loudly, the scream echoing through the rafter of the cabin, then fading into a long moaning broken only by quick huffing sounds as her lungs desperately sought breath. I was glad that the cabin was so isolated, since the howls of a child in sexual ecstasy were unmistakably unique and would draw attention.

Listening to Nessa's ragged panting and shrill cries, I knew I had better move along more quickly lest she pass out on me or something. Taking her slender torso in my hands, I easily lifted her body and spun both of us around like a wrestler reversing a take-down. Nessa collapsed, sinking deeply into the puffy down comforters.

Her eyes remained closed as she caught her breath, so I straddled her for a moment, just looking down at her writhing form, so youthful, nubile, and unblemished. She would be, I realized, still young for years to come. It would be another lifetime for her before she reached adulthood. So much time. So many opportunities for...skiing.

At last her glistening, hazel eyes opened. Without a hint of inhibition, she said, "I want you inside me."

"Have you ever done that before?" I asked, hesitating. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes...please, please, please," she begged, spreading her thin legs out and holding her thighs to her chest, stretching her pussy open for me.

Seeing her spread wide before me, I began to wonder...not whether I was going to give in-because I totally was-but whether or not I could even fit inside of her. My cock was still slick from Nessa's saliva, and it had offered up trace amounts of precum a few times already. I bent over Nessa, guided the spongy helmet of my cock head to the opening of her pussy, slid it up and down, to moisten the slit, and then pressed myself in. God, was it tight!

My cock head had no sooner disappeared into Nessa's prepubescent cunt than I knew she had totally lied to me. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out, the expression so powerful and affecting in the breathy alto voice of a girl. I almost blew my load then, but another shocking distraction held me back. In the silence following Nessa's scream, I felt a tiny snapping against the tip of my cock. I was suddenly slipping further into her tight cunt, and bubbles of blood oozed out from around my shaft, quickly soaking into the bleached-white cotton of the comforter.

I looked up at Nessa in shock, not believing she could have deceived me this way. I should have checked more carefully. I had actually taken her virginity.

"Sorry," was all she managed to say again, but she looked into my eyes with a challenging stare and began slowly gyrating her narrow hips, gripping me with her pussy and trying to pull me further into her. We both knew it was too late to discuss whether she should have lied-whether she should have begged me to penetrate her virgin pussy. I was all the way in her now, feeling yet another wall against the head of by cock: her cervix, the opening into her tiny, latent womb.

The reality of it hit me anew, and I was overcome with the passionate arousal of primal desires and taboo mysteries. I was fucking my nine-year-old future step-daughter, and I was damn well going to do it right!

I leaned down low and cradled Nessa into both arms. I could not get over how small and easy it was to handle her beautiful, lean body. Reaching up her back and over her shoulders, I pressed her firmly onto me, then I lifted both of us up until I stood on my knees, holding Nessa in the air. She wrapped her legs around my waist again, as I lifted her up and down faster and faster, slamming all the way into her with each thrust, hitting against her cervix and drawing out long, ecstatic cries that would surely not escape the attention of any passing skiers.

The rhythm intensified into a frantic pace. I buried my hands in Nessa's hair and grabbed handfuls of her thick mane. She gripped the back of my neck, holding on only by virtue of her long, glitter-painted fingernails, which were no doubt leaving bloody trails across my back and shoulders. I yanked her up and down, literally masturbating myself with the girl as if she were a rag doll.

With every thrust, Nessa's control grew less capable, her fingernail grip more desperate. Though I imagine she had masturbated before, this was an entirely new level of pleasure for her. Her tight cunt was now filled up with the hot flesh of a real cock, exploring the depths of her where nothing had yet been, she was on the brink of the most surprising experience of her young life: a true vaginal orgasm.

The muscles in my ass were straining with each thrust, on the verge of a muscle cramp, but my cock was past the point of no return. There was a growing tension tightening in my scrotum like the drawing back of a compound bow. Nessa's eyes were narrowly open, but she wasn't really looking at anything. Her moans were short and breathless; her reality was now somewhere else-internal and blissful.

When I felt Nessa's body begin to convulse, her ankles banging against my buttocks like spurs to a horse, I let loose of all the tension and flooded her taut cunt with more hot cum than I had ever felt come out of me. Her pussy had no room for it, and it spurted out around the shaft of my cock, dripping out of her pussy and down her inner thighs, smearing against my sides. My rocking slowed but continued, each throbbing burst of cum followed by another until I was convinced that it would never end...which would have been perfectly fine with me.

At last, our massive, mutual orgasm did reach its end. I lowered Nessa back to the futon and lay down with her, still inside her. We held each other tight until our breathing slowed and our senses allowed the rest of the world to swarm back in on us. It was getting late enough that we would need to clean up and get on the road soon.

"Sorry we weren't able to get in more skiing, Ness," I said, trying to find anything normal to say. "I know how much you like it."

"I do," she said thoughtfully. Then she added, "But I like you better." She smiled brightly and then reached above her head in a huge cat-like stretch, her slim, naked body pulled taut and gorgeous, displayed in front of me.

"I like you a lot better!" I said.

"Better than cross-country?" she asked. "Serious?"

"You killed me out there yesterday!"

"Sorry," she apologized again.

I shushed her. "No more apologies, Ness. Because this morning...Well, this morning made up for it...and then some. You are amazing, do you know that?"

She smiled and blushed, looking more like the 9-year-old I'd thought her to be only yesterday. But she would never quite be that girl again.

We cleaned, packed, and began the drive back to the city. I passed mile after mile of scenery lost in thought, trying to imagine what the hell I would say to Teri when she asked about the trip. Finally, I turned to Nessa and asked, "Do you think we should, you know, get our story straight?"

"Don't worry," Nessa said. "It'll all be good. I promise!"

"How do you know..." I tried to ask, but she shushed me the same way I had shushed her. She gave me one of her too-clever smiles and dialed up a teen hip-hop tune on her iPod. I groaned, reached over, took her small hand in mine, and pondered the road ahead.

What is absurdly amazing is that I didn't plan any of this. The best things in our lives can sometimes come as complete surprises. And Nessa is mine.