Stuck in Storm- Stanger Page 2

  “Ryan? How’re we gonna stay warm?”, Christina asked softly.

  “I’ll scrounge around and find some blankets, then you’re gonna have to trust me again, because we’re gonna share some body heat. That should last a day or two, if we’re lucky”, he replied as softly as she had asked.

  “How are we supposed to share body heat?”, she wanted to know.

  “It’s called cuddling. I lay behind you, wrap myself around so our bodies are close together, and that keeps you warm”, he explained. Shit, maybe she was a blonde after all?

  “I see. And what keeps you warm while you’re keeping me warm?”.

  “I have no idea, but we’ll figure something out. Okay?”. Ryan rummaged around for a bit, finding several old blankets and what was left of the sleeping bag. The bag was wet and shredded, but there was enough of it left to be useful. The water just might help to act as a seal between them and the cold winter air. He’d also found some cookies and crackers, and a loaf of bread that hadn’t turned green yet. Not much, but it would be something to keep them from starving, at least. Pulling the cookies out of their wrapper, he offered Christina a half dozen, then took the same for himself.

  “Umm, chocolate chip! My favorite!”, Christina cooed... That set them to giggling again, and Ryan felt a little better. This girl had a certain something about her that he found appealing, once she turned off that sewer mouth of hers. Under different circumstances, he could possibly learn to like her! After ten years on the highway, that would be a new experience for him.

  As night fell and the snow kept drifting against the sleeper, Christina’s spirits held out well, but Ryan was starting to feel discouraged. At least if he was going to die out here, he’d have a pretty girl to keep him company until he met his maker. If they were going to go, though, he hoped that she went first, for her sake.

  “Ryan? I’m getting cold. Could you cuddle me now?”, Christina softly inquired.

  Ryan piled the blankets over them as he curled up behind Christina spoon fashion. Christ, but she had a beautiful body! Her ass fit against his groin like a glove, and it felt so soft and firm. He could feel his cock begin to stir, and he moved himself so that she wouldn’t notice. He’d have to get that animal urge under control before he embarrassed her! But as often as he backed his emerging boner away from her, she shifted her butt against it again.

  “Ryan?”, she called to him softly.

  “Yes Christina?”, he answered.

  “Am I imagining it, or have you got a hard-on?”. Shit! How the fuck was he supposed to handle this one? With her ass pressed that tightly against him, there was no way she could ignore that growing phallus!

  “I’m sorry, Christina. Maybe if we ignore it, it’ll go away?”.

  “Ryan, you can press your hard cock against my ass, if you want. I don’t mind, ya know. Besides, it feels nice”. God, this wasn’t happening, was it? Here they were, stuck in the middle of a snowstorm, on the verge of freezing to death, and he just had to get an erection? Someone up there had a real warped sense of humor, that was for sure!

  “Ryan?”, she called again. “If we needed more body heat, moving around would help. Wouldn’t it?”.

  “Yeah, I suppose it would, but this isn’t the Boondocks Hilton, complete with indoor gym. Why are you asking?”.

  “Well, if we were to keep moving under the blankets, we could generate some more heat, if we need to. Right?”.

  “Yeah, we could. But how are we supposed to move without kicking the blankets off and freezing even faster? Ever think about that?”, he quizzed with a trace of annoyance in his voice.

  There was a long lull, and Ryan hoped that she had either gone to sleep, or was thinking about something else, preferably warm and dry. The quiet was nice, but didn’t last as long as he had hoped it would.

  “Ryan?”.

  “Yes Christina. What is it?”. Now he remembered why he’d gone out on the highway. Women! Once they started yapping, they never shut up! Being alone in his truck seemed the only place he could find enough peace and quiet to even think!

  “Umm, I had an idea”. Hmm, that would be a first! “If we have to move to stay warm, we could always . . . fuck. Couldn’t we?”.

  “Christina! Watch your mouth! Where’d you come up with a shitty idea like that anyway?”. Ryan felt like yelling at her, but something stopped him. Must be that damned Divine Intervention again, he told himself.

  “Oh, go fuck yourself then!”, she snapped back. He deserved that, and he knew it. She was cold, scared, and understood that they might die out here. What she didn’t need was some stupid thirty-year old truck driver yelling at her.

  “Christina, I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve to be yelled at. Look, we’re both freezing cold, scared, and have no idea if we’re going to live or die out here. And I shouldn’t be snapping at you all the time. So, I apologize for that outburst, and for being such a . . . shithead, okay? But you have to admit that when you’re in the middle of dying, fucking doesn’t usually get to the top of your Things to do today list, does it? So, wanna tell me what brought that idea on?”. It wasn’t much of an apology, he thought, but then, this wasn’t much of a sex resort, either.

  “Okay Ryan. Apology accepted . . . this time. But think about it for a minute. If we stayed under the blankets while we fucked, having sex would generate body heat, right? And it might just be enough heat to help us survive until we’re rescued. But even if we did die out here, can you think of a better way to go than having your cock buried in some hot young chick like me? Because if I’m gonna die out here with you, I’d sure want that beautiful prick buried as deep in my cunt as it would go! In fact, would you promise me that if we aren’t gonna make it, you’ll fuck me while I freeze to death?”.

  Jesus, what the hell kind of logic was this girl using! Had she really asked him to fuck her till she was frozen cold? Mind you, her idea of screwing each other to generate heat made sense. Well, it sorts of did. But he could just imagine the reaction of anyone that found their dead bodies! “Holy shit, guys! They fucked themselves to death! Look at this!”. but she did have a point. If you gotta go, go happy!

  “Christina, I’m not going to promise you anything of the sort. Besides, what if I die first? How am I supposed to fuck you then, huh? But your idea of generating body heat that way has some merit to it, I’ll give you that. Can I think about it for a bit first?”.

  “Yes”, she softly answered back. “But could you cuddle me again, Ryan? And don’t be afraid if you get a hard-on while you’re against my ass, okay? I don’t know if it’s me that causes that for you, but I’d like to think it is. It made me feel . . . I don’t know . . . like a real woman, maybe? I’ve only been with one boy in my whole life, and all he wanted to do was screw me and get out! So, if I have to die, I’d really like to be with a real man who thinks I’m a real woman. Even if he has to lie to me about it. Okay?”.

  Ryan had to mull what she said over in his mind for a bit. He could hear her pain and unhappiness, and it ripped his guts out. If he could give her nothing else, he’d make her dream come true. Not because he felt guilty, or because he had to, but because he wanted to. Now, more than anything else. He also realized that he didn’t have to lie to her about whether she was a real woman or not.

  The day wore on and if anything, it got colder. Christina’s idea of sex had merit alright. Anything to fight this cold that was slowly destroying them had to be a good idea. Besides, she was a good-looking woman! Ryan had to think about whether she was a woman for a moment, or just a girl. After considering that for what seemed like hours, he decided that she was a little of both.

  “Christina? You awake?”, he whispered in her ear. Shit! She wasn’t moving, and her breathing wasn’t very strong. God dammit, she couldn’t die on him now! He needed her to help keep their spirits up, to keep him from going mad. And for heat. Life-giving heat! He pulled off his half-frozen glove and checked for breath by holding his hand under her nostrils. Damn, it was so friggi
ng cold that he couldn’t tell. He slipped his hand inside her shirt to try and find a heartbeat, and his hand slid over her left breast. Not only was it still warm, but felt so soft, the skin so smooth, its shape so beautifully round and appealing! And her nipple! Hard, sticking out so wonderfully, her textures making her so . . . desirable!

  “For fuck sake, Ryan! If you’re gonna feel up my fucking boobs, would you warm your goddamn hands first?”, she almost screamed at him. She was alive! Ryan wasn’t prepared for just how relieved he felt to discover that fact. He also wasn’t quite ready for the real reasons why he felt this elated, but in the back of his mind, he knew! She was more than just a companion, or a source of heat. She had become his reason for living, for fighting to survive, and maybe more. She was working her way into his heart, something he hadn’t let any woman do for a long, long time.

  “Christina! Thank God! I was afraid you’d died on me! And I’m not feeling you up, just checking for a heartbeat, okay?”, Ryan confessed. Mind you, her breast did feel good in his hand, and he couldn’t think of a nicer place to warm his half-frozen hand. Well, maybe her pussy, but that was pushing his luck!

  “Sorry Ryan”, she softly apologized. “Your hand felt nice on my tit, actually, and if your skin weren’t so goddamned cold, I’d have asked you to leave it there! Oh, and by the way? Yes, I am still alive!”.

  “Christina, it’s getting colder out there. I’ve been thinking about that idea you had. You know, where we fuck to keep warm? We might have to seriously consider doing it soon, because I’m having a helluva time keeping both of us warm enough. That is, if you’re serious . . . “, Ryan almost begged.

  She seemed to be lost in thought for a minute or two, then began to roll from her side to her back. Ryan rearranged himself to give her some room while he tried to keep all the blankets from releasing their life-sustaining heat to the atmosphere.

  “Okay, Ryan, if that’s what we have to do, let’s do it”. He was expecting her voice to be more anticipating than that. But he wasn’t ready for the tone of resignation, and he suddenly had waves of doubt flood his brain.

  “Help me get these pants down, will ya?”, she broke into his reverie. “This fucking splint is gonna get in the way, but if I can get them down just far enough so you can get your cock in me, that’ll work. All you have to do is open the front of yours, you lucky sonofabitch! Why did God have to make fucking so tough for women anyway?”. There was that gutter-mouth of hers again, but he’d have missed it if she didn’t have it, he realized. It was becoming a part of Christina that Ryan was beginning to hold dear to his heart. Just the fact that she had found a way into that heart was scary, and yet he cherished her invasion of his soul!

  They struggled between pulling her pants down enough to expose her pussy without losing the minimum of heat and protection, then Ryan undid his pants and pulled his still limp cock out. As much as he willed it to stiffen, it remained flaccid and useless.

  “Jesus, Ryan! You gonna get that thing up, or do I have to jack you?”, Christina growled. “If you’re gonna fuck me, you’ll have to do better than that!”.

  That’s about when it hit Ryan in the head like a gopher on a Mack truck’s bumper. He couldn’t just fuck her! The thought of her as just a piece of meat to stick his cock in almost made him retch!

  “Christina, I can’t do this! It’s just not me, not who I am, not what’s inside my heart! I can’t simply whip my cock out, fuck your cunt, and forget about everything else that I’m feeling! I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it!”, Ryan quietly confessed.

  “Oh fucking great!”, she drilled into his ear. “My one chance at survival, and you don’t even want to fuck me, even if it’s just to keep us warm! Shit, of all the people to have to die with, I gotta find me some guy with a cock that’s out of order!”, and then she paused her tirade as she looked him straight in the eye. “Ryan, don’t tell me you’re fucking gay? Shit! My fucking life is depending on a homo? Jesus! Just get the fuck off me and let me die in peace!”, and she struggled to push him off her, to no avail. He was too heavy for her to move.

  “No, I’m not fucking gay! If it makes any difference, I’m as straight as a fucking railroad track, okay? But I’ve gotta do this my way, or it won’t work! Maybe that’s a part of men you never knew, but some of us actually have feelings! God dammit, girl! This is hard enough for me as it is! Don’t make it any tougher!”, then he softened his voice and added, “Please?”.

  Christina gazed into the face of the man that she felt had rejected her, had dangled a carrot in front of her only to snatch it away again, and she saw something in his eyes that she’d never seen before in her life. The sonofabitch actually cared about her! For the first time she could ever remember, there really was another human being that gave a damn about her! It scared her a little, but it also warmed a place I her heart that she never knew existed.

  Ryan leaned over and brushed his lips softly against hers, then again, a little harder, and a third time, but more insistently. She’d never been kissed like this! Ever! There was a new feeling that he invoked in her soul, and she wanted more, needed it, couldn’t live without it! That feeling flooded every pore of her being! She caught herself craving his kiss, his touch, his very essence! She just had to have him! All of him! She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him back to her lips in a grip that Ryan knew he was powerless to overcome. Then she did something that she’d never felt such an overpowering desperation to do before. She began to probe against his lips with her tongue, seeking his permission to give him a part of her that was emerging in her for the first time in her 19 years. Her soul!

  Christina’s kiss left Ryan breathless! Shit, could she ever kiss! He opened his lips, begging, pleading, desperately wanting her to come inside him! And the heat! That glorious heat that was their lifesaver began to rise in him! He was only vaguely aware of its presence because the passion was much more intense.

  Almost instinctively, his hand sought the soft round firmness of her breast, the hard pebble that was her nipple. He had to have that part of her under his hand! Sliding his hand under the T-shirt, he sought for her like it was the only thing that would save him from death! He cupped her in his palm, his thumb encircling the underside of it while his fingers assaulted the delicious pliability of her! She jumped at his touch, pulling back a bit, but wanting to push her breast tighter into his grip.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you”, Ryan apologized, and began to withdraw his hand.

  “No, Ryan! Don’t let go! It’s just that your hand is so goddamned cold, and I wasn’t ready for it. But you feel so good, so wonderful on me. Please, touch me some more? Please?’”, she almost begged him.

  Ryan returned to pleasuring her, and the heat in her chest rose, warming his hand until he thought it might burst into flames! God, he wanted to taste her, feel her between his lips, suck on her like a starving baby! Despite the impracticality of it, he lifted her T-shirt just enough to wrap his lips around her teat, pulling it, sucking on it, nibbling it softly as she yielded to his demand. She moaned lustfully, driving his own lust higher and higher!

  “Oh God, Ryan! Suck me! Suck my tit! No one has ever done that to me before, not like that! Feels so good!”, she growled at him with more passion than she had ever felt in her whole life! The more he sucked and chewed on her, the more she began to feel that magnetic tingling sensation in her pussy. It grew, swelled, and rushed through her entire body! Christ, he was making her cum! She’d only felt something like that whenever she rubbed herself between her thighs! But this felt different, more intense, more overpowering! Dammit, if he stopped now, she’d rip his cock off! In a desperate bid to keep his lips on her tit, she pulled him to her chest with a grip that threatened to suffocate him!

  That was when Ryan felt her start to tremble and shake. Not knowing what was happening to her, his first thought was to pull away from her, but she had him squashed against her breast so tight that there was no way he could move. Her breathing h
ad become so much faster, shallower, and ragged that he was beginning to feel fear inside him. God, she was going to die, right here in his arms! His other arm squeezed her to him in a battle to hold her here on the side of life, away from the clawing fingers of death! No! She couldn’t die on him, not now, not when he was beginning to know just how important she had become to him!