A Thankful Blizzard Pt. 02

"I'm so worried I won't be good enough for you." I confessed.

Katherine suddenly leaned back. She had a smile on her face that I don't know exactly how to describe. It looked like part triumph, part joy, part mischief, and, at least I thought, part lust.

"Just, for a moment, imagine I'm a snowflake, one of those amazing dendrites you described. You get the chance then, to investigate each molecule," with this she gestured to her lips, her neck, her chest, her stomach, "and see how it's arranged to make up this unique snowflake."

I couldn't help but grin at her analogies. I felt better, less shaky, since it seemed she had a point. I always felt calm talking about anything chemistry related, especially snowflakes. So I just decided to go with it and see how it wound up.

I reached forward and brushed my fingers against her lips. Her eyes closed and she began to lean closer. I snaked a hand around her neck, pulling her even closer. When her forehead touched mine, my heart still beating, but with a new perspective, I began talking about the things I knew best, yet never imagined I'd be saying in a situation like this.

"These are just like two immaculate hydrogen atoms perched upon a wonderful oxygen atom," I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. The sensation was marvelous. I'd never imagined a kiss could be so sensual, exciting, and beautiful. She let out a sigh and pushed her lips harder to mine. I felt hers slide gently over mine, as she lightly nipped my bottom lip and pulled on it. I couldn't help but moan lightly. It felt like jolts of electricity were racing straight from my lips through my body. I felt more aroused than I ever had before; more so than that one night my roommate didn't realize I was home and was making love to his girlfriend in the living room. My door hadn't been shut, so I had a clear view of the two grinding against each other. I swear she knew I was in my bed, even though my room was dark. She had kept staring into my room, like she was watching me. I had masturbated to that image for months after that incident. Yet the sensations of just kissing Kat, feeling her body press harder into mine, was infinitely more pleasurable and enjoyable.

"Oh, Kat..." I whispered into her lips. With slightly trembling hands, I reached down towards her tank-top-covered breasts, and remembering her words, touched them gently. She moaned openly now, opening her eyes to look at me.

"The crystalline structure of these water molecules has begun to form a perfect polyhedron." She giggled at my description, smiling warmly.

"Oh Paul, you are so interesting! I have been fascinated by everything you've said since I met you." She caressed the side of my face. "Please don't stop."

"Kat, the facets of your crystalline lattice," My hands, tracing circles of her stomach, started gently tugging the tank-top up and sliding my still trembling hands across her smooth skin. "This lattice allowed the formation of your perfect, symmetrical prisms." This time I felt her bra, and was caressing the surface of the material. Her breathing had increased, and I heard her whispering 'yes' several times. I tried to be bold, and pressed my hands under the cups of her bra, feeling the hot surface of her bare breasts against my hands. She gasped, holding on to me tighter, then moaned when I found her nipples, hard little nubs against my palms. "And atop the prisms sit extensions of the lattice structure," pinched between my fingers, "capping the peaks of the first dendrite arms." She was moaning my name now.

"Ohhh, Paul... God that feels so good..." I was actually starting to feel good about myself, my ability to please her, when a jolt of intense pleasure shot through me, as I felt her hand dropped to my lap, caressing my member through my pants. "Mmmmm, Paul, make love to me... my angel..."

Hearing her ask me to, more or less, have sex with her, was like a drug. I was fueled by the thought that I had finally encountered a woman who enjoyed the way I was, seemed to like my weird euphemisms, and was intrigued by me. And on top of that, she had repeatedly called me cute, or her angel, or an interesting man. I was on a sudden head-trip of sorts, her words and actions through the day strengthening my resolve.

My other hand, which had been behind her head, slid down her body, into the waistband of her skirt, and underneath the fabric of her panties. I felt the smoothness of her ass, this time without the skirt blocking the sensation. She scooted higher up on her lap, the hand on my penis being replaced by the pressing weight of her hips. I felt about to burst at the sensation. That thought alone startled me a bit, made me worried once again, that I might not even last to penetration. I think she sensed my hesitation, for she lowered her lips to mine, pulling me into an intense kiss. As she was kissing me, I felt her hands tugging at my shirt, pulling it up my chest. She pulled away from the kiss just long enough to rip the shirt off over my head, then continued to attack my mouth with hers. My hands had come out from under the front of her shirt, so I used them to start inching her tank-top up her back. She pulled back again and did this thing that was magical to see, in and of itself. Her hands crossed over her body, seizing the bottom of her shirt, and in one swift and fluid motion, peeled the tight tank-top off her body.

"Oh God, you are beautiful!" My eyes devoured her shape, the smoothness of her skin, the contrast of her tanned skin against her black bra. I fumbled around behind her with the clasp, but after a few attempts had it unhooked. She shrugged out of the straps, letting the cups fall away from two gorgeous breasts. I thought they were the most stunningly perfect shape I'd ever seen – and I'd seen a fair few, what with being a lonely, single male and all, with internet access.

When she pressed her chest up to mine, resuming our kiss, we both sighed deeply into the kiss. It was such a fulfilling feeling, her naked chest pressing into mine. I could feel her nipples against my skin, a thought that turned me on even more, which, up to this point, I thought was impossible to be this aroused.

"Kiss them, Paul, suck my lattice extensions into your mouth!" Oh my god, she could talk my kind of dirty speak – I immediately obeyed, seizing a nipple with my mouth, suckling it and licking it, while playing with the other one with my fingers. She moaned louder, giving me soft directions to continue and not to stop.

Kat pulled my head up for a kiss, momentarily, before kissing her way down my neck, my chest, licking each of my nipples, and continuing down my body to my waistband. I was vibrating with need at this point, full on shakes of my body. She unfastened the snap on my pants and pulled them with my underwear down until my cock sprung free, clear pre-cum coating the head already.

"Ohhh... you've been enjoying this pretty immensely, huh?" I nodded vigorously, nearly panting now, part in excitement, part in nerves. She continued to pull my pants off my body, but not before planting a quick kiss on my cockhead. That alone was almost enough to make me cum, but I somehow didn't. She threw my pants to the floor, then crawled back up toward me, her hands sliding along the inside of my legs, up past my knees, along my thighs, then her fingers toyed with my balls for a while before wrapping around the shaft of my penis. "Ready?" she breathed, her mouth inches away from the tip. I again nodded, watching those green eyes as she put first the head into her mouth. The heat, the moist feeling, the light suction she applied – all of this had me moaning loudly, saying her name, and trying my hardest not to cum in all of two seconds. As I watched her eyes, watching me, she kept her mouth closed and sunk slowly, lower and lower down. I could feel the crown press against her mouth, deeper, and I couldn't hold it any longer. I had reached the point of no return. The warmth, the slippery wet sensation, everything was too much for my virgin self to maintain. I tensed, tried to warn her with a "Kaaaughhh" sounding wail. Her eyes opened wide for a moment as the first blast of my semen shot into her mouth. I felt her lower her mouth into my orgasm, swallowing as each pulse of fluid came out.

"Mmm, mmm... mmm... mmm..." The humming she made while her lips were still closed around my cock just made the orgasm that much more intense and sensual, lasting longer than I had ever imagined it could be. As the spasms started to slow, I still felt pleasure pulsating through my abdomen and body. She slowly started to pull off my shaft, the head finally coming free with a soft popping noise. I was panting. I was grateful. I was still trembling. I was even crying a little. She crawled up my body and held my head to her chest, an action I felt incredibly endearing and comforting.

"Was that your first?" She asked softly.

"First anything..."

"Wow, I'm honored I've been your first, but I don't quite feel done with you just yet, Dr. Goodman." She kneeled off the side of me then. "I think I've got a couple pieces of clothing too many... Think you can help me remedy that? I still have arms, and legs, of my dendrite that need exploring, good Doctor." How could I resist that?

I found a small zipper on the back of her skirt, slid that down and started easing the skirt to her knees. She lay back onto the bed now, raising her hips so I could slide the skirt the rest of the way off. She had on a simple black panty, I think they called it a bikini style, but for all I know they may have called it anything else. She was looking at me with clearly lust filled eyes now, so I took the opportunity to kiss her stomach, the waistband of her panties, and the crotch of the fabric, inhaling the musky aroma. It wasn't quite what I had expected, but it was rich, full and vibrant, and I wanted to smell it some more. Her panty was also rather damp; a fact I hadn't missed and understood she was as turned on as I was, well, still am, as I felt my cock had regained a lot of stiffness.

"Right here, the junction of the arms of the dendrite form a perfect angle, where the lattice framework joins a cavity," I tugged her panties down, seeing the glistening slit. She had a sparse covering of hair, neatly trimmed. I placed a kiss on the mound, then on the lips of her pussy. "A cavity that may be subjected to environmental effects during this storm." She giggled, that same giggle I'd come to love and thoroughly enjoy.

"I never imagined I'd be so turned on by scientific terms... Oh!" I had just run my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the stop, making her cry out. I was mostly testing the taste, finding it to be acceptable and actually enjoyable, in a tangy kind of way. I really didn't know what to do, but I remember my roommate giving unsolicited advice on the 'art of cunnilingus.' I hadn't wanted him to know I was paying a lot of attention, but judging on the cries of his girlfriend – 'Oh lick my pussy, oh that's so good' – I imagined he had quite a bit of experience. So I applied all I could remember to right now, slowly licking around the edge of her labia, nuzzling the lips apart with my nose. I'd tease my tongue around the rim of her vaginal opening, before pushing it in as far as I could, then licking upward to where her clit was, but avoiding it. I listened to her breathing, her continued moaning, and when she made a sound that seemed really enjoyable, I noted to keep doing it and keep coming back to it.

"Holy shit! Oooooh fuck, Paul, God, how are you so good at this? Ahhh..." I was grinning at her sudden use of language, where up to this point she'd left out vulgarity, now it was abundant and seemed directly correlated to the intensity of the pleasure I was giving her.

"I'm watching your reaction."

"Ungh, fuck, that's fucking awesome! Keep it up, fuck!"

I continued licking her, intentionally avoiding her clit until I heard frustration in her noises, then she actually begged.

"Fuck, Paul, please, just lick my clit, just lick my... FUUUUUUUCK!" She let loose a loud, long scream of pleasure right as I pulled her clit gently into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bud, flicking it back and forth. Her hips were bucking now and I struggled to keep my tongue in contact with her sweet spot. After several more screams and moans, I felt her fingers in my hair, pulling me up her body.

"Paul, I need that inside me, fuck me, Paul." She was speaking raw lust at this point, almost incoherent with her need between words.

"Do we need any condoms?"

"No... pill... just fuck me, Paul, fuck me!" She chanted.

I felt her fingers close around my cock, pulling me closer to her awaiting pussy. She rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times to get it moistened, then lined me up as I gave a gentle push. The sensation of sinking into her warmth was incredible. It felt smooth, slippery, hot, and just right. I slowly moved into her, bit by bit. She was moaning, I was moaning, and then I felt my hips meet hers, her warmth completely surrounding my cock.

"Ungh... Kat, you feel just right. God this is amazing!" I leaned down to kiss her. Her hands reached up and held on to my shoulders while she kissed me, but then her hands slid down my back to my ass and started urging me to move. I felt awkward at first, unsure of how fast, hard, or deep to go, but I tried paying attention to what she was responding to, and quickly found a pace that had her panting and whimpering at the same time. Ever time my cock slid mostly out of her then plunged back in, she let out a whimpering groan, a 'uh, uh, uh, uh' that was music to my ears.

"Oh, Paul, oh fuck, I never knew it'd feel this fucking fantastic! Ahhhh!" I was surprised – did she just say it that way, like she'd never had sex before?

"This is... uh, ah, your first time too?"

"Yessss... uh, I'm glad you're my first."

"Me too."

"Now fuck me... ah, harder... harder, harder, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" Her chanting began to match my rhythmic pumping, and as I felt the tingling of an approaching orgasm, her moaning increased in tempo until she was screaming.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, cumming, cum with me Paul, cum with meeeEEEE!!!" Hearing her words and feeling her pussy clench against my pumping cock pushed me over the edge. With one last push deep into her, I felt myself erupt in an incredibly powerful and fulfilling orgasm.

"Ahhhh, God, Kat, I, oh feel so good with you."

Kat was clutching to me tightly, planting kisses on my cheek, my neck, anywhere her lips could find, it would seem.

"God you beautiful man, you are incredible!"

"I could say the same of you, being an incredible woman."

"I'm glad you found me."

"I'm glad I found you. You've been so wonderful."

I started to gently pull out of her, when she stopped me.

"No, just stay here, hold me again, please?" I couldn't resist her, even if I wanted to, which I didn't, so I stayed there, kissing her gently. Before long, though, I needed to pee.

"I have to go to the bathroom, Kat, I'm sorry."

She just laughed. "Me too, don't be sorry. You go first."

After our restroom break, I told her I thought it'd be a good idea to use the little radio we bought to check the weather. She agreed, but said she wanted to take a quick shower, then probably a nap before dinner time.

"Ok, Kat, just call out if you need me." I kissed her, watched her walk naked to the bathroom, pulled my own clothes on and left the room. The little radio reminded me of my cell phone. I debated checking it, since I knew there was no reception up here every time I drove through, but thought it'd be a good idea just in case. Nope, no service, no reception, no bars. Nothing. Thankfully the radio worked, and picked up a few stations. I found one that was giving an update on the weather.

"... proceeds to continue snowing at record rates. The National Weather Service has indicated the blizzard could keep up intensity well into the night, increasing snowfall amounts in higher elevations by up to 2'."Well, that just sucked. I hoped we didn't get stuck in here too long. Kat and I had just discovered a fantastic way to pass the time, but our supplies wouldn't last forever. I reached to turn the radio off, but hit the tuning button instead. The station happened to stop on another radio show that was providing news.

"In recent news, the daughter of agriculture and ranching conglomerate owner, Doug White, was reported missing yesterday afternoon. Several witnesses have claimed to have seen Mr. White's daughter, Katherine White, abducted by masked men driving a non-descript and unidentified white van. Any information regarding Katherine White's abduction or disappearance should be reported to local authorities as soon as pos~"

No. Fucking. Way. I was with THE Katherine White? I couldn't believe I hadn't put two and two together. The White family owned the largest agriculture business in America, owning major farming and ranching chains throughout the rest of the country. They had been named a Fortune 500 company, ranked at number 2, only behind Wal-mart.

And I had just had sex with Katherine White, the sole daughter and heiress apparent to the company business.

Closing Notes: Told ya' didn't I? Snow... more snow... so much snow!!! I'm thinking State records are gonna be broken here. Perhaps more things may be broken too... I'm eager to work on the next part, I hope you all can forgive me my time taken between parts. But I think the direction of the next chapter will be worth the wait.

Rex