The Cottage in the Snow

Mallory looked over at Brock before she inserted the key into the lock of the apartment. He looked pretty husky in his uniform of worn jeans and a sweatshirt, underneath a thick black parka.

She wore a woolen dress for warmth not to impress anyone certainly not Brock and some boots which covered her thicken woolen socks. The ground outside the tiny cottage had been covered with about a foot of snow and a thin sheet of icy snow colored the shingle roof. It was definitely more than cold enough to have to peer through your own breath to see the person in front of you.

The cottage they were borrowing for the night belonged to the Catholic order that ran the boarding school for junior and high school students. In its heyday, it had housed visiting instructors who came from distant places to teach at the high school, at least those who weren't members of the order itself. But lately, the school hadn't been able to field the salaries that attracted these candidates so the cottage had fallen into disuse.

Not for the students in the senior dormitory who were enterprising enough to use it as a convenient spot to rendezvous with their boyfriends…when they needed privacy and it got too cold to park on the skyline ridge. But since there were about 40 students in the dormitory and only that one bungalow, the decision of who could occupy it at a certain time, say a weekend night, was made by lottery.

Any interested student could pay a small fee to submit a ticket into a glass jar that was placed in the recreational room until a drawing was held. Then the lucky student would meet up with her boyfriend of choice for some cohabitation time.

Those who had tried for weeks for a slot on the schedule to no avail grumbled that the lottery had been rigged, that for some extra cash or equal trade you could guarantee your chances of winning.

Mallory didn't know if it was true or not, but she did have a winning ticket for this Friday night and had eagerly run to the pay phone in the hallway to tell Brock that they wouldn't be freezing their asses in his Pontiac anymore but had the perfect place to hook up for some loving.

After doing that, she had gotten the sacred key whose origins she didn't really want to know about and had gone down to the cottage to take a look at what she had just one. She had heard tales about its opalescence but she had just chalked those up to wishful thinking but as she looked inside it for the first time, she knew what they meant.

It was old fashioned style with a stone fireplace and a wooden floor, with sofas and chairs in the living room, a coffee table and a collection of glassware on the fireplace mantle. There was a small kitchen and bathroom, with an old fashioned claw foot tub and the bedroom, was a nice sized with a bed in the middle and an old dresser next to it.

And a closet with a door that was ajar in the opposite side from the bed and inside it, there were stacks of boxes and not much else. Obviously it now served as storage space.

The winter's pale sun streamed into the windows casting shadows but the rooms themselves carried a chill and occasionally, she thought she heard noises…like a whisper near her ear or a draft on the back of her legs.

She'd look behind her but see nothing but empty space.

Now one Friday night later, she had been fiddling with the key in her hand to get inside the apartment so they could light a fire and get some heat through it. Other students who had used the cottage said that even in the depths of winter, the apartment had felt comfortably warm enough for them to generate heat on their own with their boyfriends.

In fact, several had said that their boyfriends were unusually amorous in the bed and they had left the cottage having experienced the best sex ever. And some joked that they had to make sure that it was their boyfriend in between the sheets, because in between giggles and whispers there had been a wildness they had experienced.

Mallory had listened to the tales but figured the place just had ambience and frankly just was more hospitable to a passionate interlude than the cramped confines of a car.

She and Brock found that to be true that the place appeared warmer than expected when they entered the house and flipped the light switch as the electricity for some reason had been left working. Brock being the man lit the fire while she looked around the apartment. It seemed different at night…than it had during the afternoon…more receptive to people in some strange way.

"I'll make sure we're alone…."

Mallory rolled her eyes at Brock's attempts at joking but then she guessed he had heard the stories too. He was older than her by a couple of years, a grad of the local high school who now worked in construction. Brawny in build, he had a mop of brown hair and perpetual shadow on his face.

"I think it's safe to assume that we are…"

She looked around the living room and noticed the faded photos on the wall which looked like they were from the earlier history of the high school which had been founded in the 1930s.

Brock went to stoke the fire some more but it roared to life soon enough, crackling the wood and sending a blast of heat out towards them that appeared intense for a moment before cloaking the room like a blanket.

"Is there anything to eat?"

"No…if there were, I expect it'd be spoiled by now…"

But Brock had gone into the kitchen and she heard the noise of him rustling around and he came back with a smile on his face and a wine bottle and two crystal flutes in hand. She looked at him surprised.

"Where…?"

"In the cupboards…it's a little bit dusty but I'm sure the wine's still good."

She didn't know about that…could be vinegar for all they knew…but he'd found a corkscrew too in a drawer and pop, went the bottle and the crispy sound of wine pouring into the flutes filled the room, merging with the crackling of the fire.

Mallory removed her coat and placed it on a chair and Brock did the same thing with his parka and flapped his arms around like a bird.

"This is damn amazing…it's got to be 20 outside if that and it's warm in here…"

"Maybe it's the way it's designed…Some houses retain heat better than others…"

Brock flopped in a chair.

"I know that…I'm a builder after all."

Studying as an apprentice to get his license…he had told her quite a few times. She sat down and felt her body relax…she had been tense because she…and Brock had been dating a while but had only been intimate…once…and she'd been too busy trying to keep warm inside his frosty Pontiac than generating much heat with him.

But as he drove back to her dorm afterward, he explained that it would be much better…much hotter if they could forget the car and fool around inside a building, any building.

And that's when she had decided to try for a slot for the cottage…her first time and she had won …which was great luck when she thought about it.

They looked at each other for a long moment.

"How long do we have this place for?"

She sighed, looking at the rainbow of flames flickering in the fireplace, almost getting lost in them.

"Until midnight…"

He nodded.

"Okay…we'd better get started…and don't worry…I got plenty of rubbers this time…"

She felt her face flush a bit as it did when the discussion of contraception came up. She had better get used to the topic if she were going to have sex with her boyfriends beginning with Brock. Maybe with time it would get easier…

"Come here doll baby…"

When he put it like that in his sexy alto voice, she couldn't resist so she went over and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around him. He lowered his lips on her tentatively at first and then he thrust his tongue in…a bit quickly but she had decided it felt kind of nice.

They kissed on the chair as the fire crackled and she could hear the wind blowing outside, and bare tree branches tap on the window, casting shadows on the wall like crooking fingers. She almost shivered and Brock naturally thought it had to do with his sexual prowess but no, it's because even though they were alone in the cottage, she had this sensation that someone was watching them.

No actually, that a pair of eyes bore down on them…penetrating in their stare…she almost looked but then Brock had lowered his mouth on hers again while shoving his hand up her dress…trying to find her panties.

She sighed, supposing he was going to try to finger fuck her again…but she wished he would warm her up first by stroking her clitoris, not directly at first but to start off by caressing her pussy lips first. She automatically shifted to give him greater access to her and in any second, she knew she would feel his finger buried in her pussy all the way up to the middle knuckle.

"Brock…honey…"

Any delaying tactic would suffice but he looked at her, his eyes at half lid, his breath quickened.

"What's wrong?"

She sighed.

"Nothing's…wrong…I just thought we'd take this to the bedroom…"

He looked at her and then nodded.

"Okay…that's cool…let's go then…"

She put her hand on his broad chest.

"Why don't I go first…and get ready?"

He just looked at her.

"You feel ready to me doll baby…"

She supposed he'd see it that way but she wanted to prepare the bedroom for him, pull the sheets down and freshen up a little bit in the bathroom. Fix up her hair a little bit…reapply her lipstick.

So Brock finally nodded.

"Okay…I'll count to a hundred…"

She smiled at him and then disappeared into the bedroom. The bed looked to be about queen sized and the spread looked rather clean and free of dust…the pillows complemented it quite well. So she pulled the comforter and sheets and blankets down…the room was quite warm and she turned on the light to a lower setting which gave the room a more effervescent glow.

Much more romantic than the inside of Brock's car…and no chance of having your back poked by a gear shift….she smiled to herself…as she unzipped her woolen dress to the slip she wore underneath that matched her panties underneath. Her breasts filled it out nicely and Brock very much enjoyed inhaling them inside his mouth and suckling on them…which elicited some nice sensations. She sat on the bed waiting for him to get done counting…anticipating what was to come…thinking that doing it with him in a bed had to be the best yet.

Silence met her.

"Bryce….?"

More silence…then she heard footsteps in the hallway but no voices. The tread was heavier than she thought…well it seemed strange. But she figured he was playing with her and then…he stood there in the doorway….his shirt already off of him, showing off his impressive chest sprinkled lightly with dark chest hair.

He looked at her, breathing while he stood there in the doorway. She gestured to him from the bed.

"Come over here…and let's get cozy…"

He smiled, growled beneath his breath and then walked up to her, grabbing her shoulders and brushing her mouth with his own, so delicately at first, almost like…he hummed as he began to kiss her. Then his mouth opened slightly and he probed her mouth with his and she found her lips opening of their own accord and then he flicked his tongue over her teeth, her gums and the roof of her mouth, sending whispers of pleasurable sensations through her.

Damn, the guy could kiss…she tried to think about his kisses…had she been too much in a rush to the main event. She broke the kiss to look into his eyes which were so luminescent…like she could see inside of him…heat and hunger and impatience…but his smile looked like the Brock she had known. It must be the excitement of being indoors for a change that stoked his ardor towards her.

But why looked at a gift horse in the mouth…oh no…she was going to enjoy whatever mood had taken hold of her boyfriend.

Then while kissing her on the mouth, he brought his hands down to where the slip hugged her waist and slowly lifted it up with his hands, inch by inch while he moved his lips to her ear to whisper some words…she didn't understand him…maybe he spoke too softly.

"Brock…"

"Mallory…"

He dragged out each sound, each syllable of her name, with a rhythm to it…as if her name was rhythm. She sighed against him as he pushed her slip up from where it had been on her upper thighs…her pelvic area…her waist…

"You're…beautiful…so exquisite…"

Her brow arched up at that…inside her boyfriend existed a man of words…

"And you're…so hot Brock…when you touch me like that…"

Okay, now she was starting to sound wanton…but she felt delightfully horny, the smoothness of the silk against her bare skin beneath the pressure of his fingers. Her pussy beginning to dampen her panties…she pressed her groin against his body and felt his hardness. She reached down to unbutton his jeans…and he groaned as she slipped her hand inside to touch him…he wasn't wearing any underwear and he felt…huge.

Hmmm…a thought pushed its way through her shallow breathing and her limpidness…from the sensations of his seductive touches. She stroked him further while he helped her by pulling his own pants down and his penis sprung out, fully erect and man…he was hung.

She lipped her lips as she wrapped her hands around his girth. My god…his penis looked so different under the softened light than it did when they had been fumbling in the darkness of his Pontiac. Maybe it just grew larger because they weren't freezing inside his car.

When she tried to cup his balls in her other hand, he growled again, a rumbling inside his chest. Clearly he got off on what she did for him while she explored his penis. He reached for her slip that was bunched around her waist and tried to whip it up over her head but instead…

Rip, went the lacy fabric and startled she just looked at him…her blood heating up, her breath coming out more quickly…oh god…when he had done that…what a turn on…so the slip had cost some cash…if he wanted her badly enough to rip it off of her body…then she could write the slip off. She slid her arms around his waist and pulled her closer but he reacted by pushing her on the bed…so that she lay there splayed out in only her panties. He looked down at her, sighing, almost as if he were poised on the balls of his feet, his erection brushing against his abs.

His eyes glimmered with something…she narrowed her eyes at him…but then thought it's just Brock…getting ready to fuck her…for the first time on a bed. She looked at him.

"Are you just going to look at me all night Brock…?"

The next moment, he had her pinned against the bed, it had happened so quickly, his body slick with sweat pressed against her hard so she felt him on top of her, the sheet against her back. He kissed her hard on the mouth…and she wrapped her arms around him, clutching his shoulders.

"Oooh Brock…"

He pushed themselves both towards the center of the bed and she felt the sheet grab at her bare skin, but so lost was she in the feel of Brock, kissing her mouth, and caressing it with his tongue again, slipping it inside of her lips stroking the inside of her mouth. She wiggled in delight beneath him and he reached down to pull her panties down her legs, past her knees and then while tonguing her mouth so thoroughly, he used his knee to push her thighs apart.

"Oh Brock….god…."

The hairs of his chest brushed her breasts and her nipples hardened, still pressed against him, as he grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around his own legs. She thrust her own tongue towards his, tasting him…the rush of musk nearly overwhelmed her but she felt so incredibly turned on by it that she nearly bit him. He paused to study her face, twisted in want.

"Oh god…please…I need you now…"

He sighed and she felt that long, thick part of him prodding at her pussy's lips, nudging its way inside of her…Damn he felt so thick, her pussy had hugged him when the head of his erection had breached her lips. She sucked in her breath at the pressure that she felt as he stretched her so intimately…and her pussy responded by grabbing hold of him and squeezing.

He threw his head back and gave a guttural cry…unintelligible…and then he bucked his hips and thrust deeper inside of her and she felt a shard of pleasure shoot through her body. She clutched at his bare shoulders as he began to thrust deeper and deeper inside of her, withdrawing in a teasingly fashion in between his penetrations.

Her eyes blinked…was this Brock…the boyfriend who had been arduous but clumsy inside his car. When he had first tried to penetrate her after all, he had missed. But she felt him deep inside of her, her pussy pulsating around his shaft and he grunted into her shoulder…and then before she knew it, he had grabbed her shoulder with his teeth.

And bit down…hard enough to do more than sting.

"Oh god…Bryce…what's up with that…?"

All she received in response was more grunting…and growling…and harder thrusting to the point where she felt bruised even as the pleasure spread throughout her pelvis to her breasts and higher even. He pushed her against the mattress over and over again, forcing her breath out in gasps…her eyes just catching his eyes now and then.

They held brightness inside them that bordered on feral. Oh my god…who was on top of her pinning her to the bed and fucking her…because it sure didn't feel like Brock.

But it had to be him…she was just thinking crazy…caught up in the passion of what sex was supposed to have been all about…even as she had fumbled her way through it…with Brock. He kept thrusting, his hands on either side of her and his hips bucking madly into her…forcing her legs even wider…her head lolling back as the pleasure began to build…build…build…oh god…she could feel herself on the verge…

She gripped Brock even harder as she felt his teeth grab a fold of her shoulder again as he bucked…and then she felt something shatter inside her and the pleasure…damn indescribable but her body convulsed from it…her pussy pulsed as it clung onto Brock's penis.

"Oh my god…………"

He kept thrusting and then…she felt him tighten inside of her and then his semen in spurts….warming her insides…and oh shit….

She shouldn't be feeling that part of himself inside of her because…

Then her eyes caught the box of condoms on the stand…unopened. ..that son of a…

"Brock…," she panted, "You didn't…"

He released her shoulder and she felt a pressure ease.

"What Mallory…"

Again her name curled off his tongue in a way…it never had before…certainly not by Brock.

His penis remained inside her, still not in retreat. His body still pressing her against the bed and sweat slick on both of them.

She fought to find the words.

"You're not wearing anything…on your dick."

He looked down at where they were still joined together…and then looked up at her with a smile.

"I guess…I forgot…"

She just sighed impatiently…and more than a little bit of apprehension in her voice.

"You can't just forget Brock…I mean I could get pregnant…"

He gazed at her thoughtfully and what was in his eyes then, she couldn't quite read because for a moment there…but no…he had just been caught in the moment of coming down from some pretty amazing sex like she had…she grabbed hold of him again…not wanting to think just to feel.

"That was amazing Brock…"

"Yes it was….we do it again?"

She smiled and brushed a lock of hair out of his face.

"Yeah…why not we have all night together…can't let it go to waste…but remember the condom next time…"

He looked at her in, as if taking her all in…and he smiled.

"Okay…we have all night…."

He pulled against her and damn it if this Brock didn't cuddle against her, who would have thought as the glow of the light surrounded them…the warmth of the cottage so different from outside…

But outside the room…darkness had created a path back to the living room where a young man who had once been a high school student turned construction apprentice with a girlfriend named Mallory lay crumpled on the floor with his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.