Speed Limit Ch. 02

The next morning I woke up late and the darkness outside was unsettling at best. It took some effort for me to get from the bed to the window and when I pulled back the curtain I was surprised to see snow almost up to the top of the window. I called for Mike and there was no answer. Hobbling out to the kitchen I found a note from him;

"Lori, the snow knocked out the electricity at the mine and I have to go fix it so the mine doesn't flood. I may not be back until late so don't worry. Plenty of food in the fridge. - Mike"

Well, I was hungry so I went to the fridge and found a sandwich waiting for me and I decided to grab a beer, too. Yeah, I know, underage drinking and all, but I was planning on doing this at college anyhow so I helped myself. I watched a couple movies and then flicked on the Weather Channel and found that the storm outside was going to be a doozy. They were predicting as much as ten feet of snow over the Sierra in the next day or so and warned people about being out. I was instantly worried about Mike but not so worried that I didn't get a second beer.

The spring snow storm was a blizzard by the afternoon and four beers had me feeling pretty good and not caring so much. Until I heard the roof creaking. I realized that Mike had always been around to get the snow off the roof and now here he was gone and the snow still needed to be removed. Seriously, I was afraid of both being trapped inside the house and I was afraid of the house collapsing on me. Something had to be done.

I fumbled around and got on some of Mike's winter clothes and his boots and I imagined I looked like a little kid playing dress-up as I hobbled out to do battle with the elements of nature. Just getting out the door was a problem. The light powder would've normally made me thrill at the thought of snowboarding it but when it spilled into the mud room it worried me. It took me a good half hour just to clear my way out to the porch and then I had a better view of the roof.

It was probably a good three feet of snow built up on the metal roof and the ice along the edge of the roof seemed to have made a dam to hold it in place. In probably the stupidest move of my life (after wrecking my car) I hit the edge of the roof with the snow shovel and then watched as tons of snow seemed to take on a life of its own and slide down the roof.

Right at me.

I stood no chance of getting out of the way but I tried anyway. I turned in a pirouette making to get out of the way and I heard the distinct CRACK! of my left ankle giving way again. I vaguely remember hearing the right ankle give way right as the snow hit me and blew me right off the porch and everything turned black.

When I came to my senses I had no idea of how much time had passed. I was fortunate enough to find my head poking out of the snow and I breathed a sigh of relief knowing my foolishness had almost killed me. I started to pull myself out of the snow and screamed as the pain from my tortured ankles ripped through me to remind me that my foolishness had not been unnoticed by the Fates. The pain was unbelievable as I dragged myself through the deep powder to the safety and all-important warmth of the house. I could feel the cold sapping my strength and I knew I didn't have long to make it inside.

With a motion that can best be compared to a swimmer's butterfly stroke I made my way to the door. Every stroke brought nauseating waves of pain from my protesting ankles. Several times I had to stop to get my breath and to let the cold snow soothe the pain away. I guess it was easily an hour before I was safely inside the house again.

I needed the warmth of the house but the warmth also allowed my ankles to swell in new ways and the pain became unbearable. I knew Mike had a medicine cabinet in the kitchen and I toughed my way through the pain to get up to grab some pill bottles before I fell to the floor again. After a good five minutes of screaming with pain after the fall I found what I was hoping for. Mike had a prescription for Vicodin. I pulled open the bottle and took two of the pills straight off and just chewed them and swallowed. Without thinking I took four more the same way. I put the lid back on the bottle and dragged myself back to bed.

Getting back in the bed was a chore in the extreme. I struggled to escape the boots and even though they were too big for me it hurt to get my feet out of them. Then came the wet clothes and that was also no fun. It hurt too damned much to try to get the socks off so I left them on and pulled myself into the bed before the blissful embrace of the narcotic took me into unconsciousness.

I awoke to Mike looking down at me and stroking my face.

"Hi." I croaked. My throat was terribly dry.

"Here." He pulled me up and propped a pillow under my head and then gave me a sip of water.

"So, Lori, care to tell me what happened?"

I explained the events that had led to this moment and then Mike shook his head in disapproval as I told him of taking the six Vicodin.

"You just seem to want to kill yourself, don't you? You took six Vicodin after having four beers, you dumb shit, you've been out for two days and you'll be lucky if you can ever walk again. Your ankles are all blown to shit and I think the left one is completely shattered and I think you tore some ligaments, too. There's drifts over twenty feet blocking the road and there's no way you're going to get to a hospital in time to fix the damage. I set the breaks as best I can and we'll hope for the best while you heal. Don't you EVER pull a stunt like that again, you hear me?"

I nodded and felt like a little kid being chastised by her daddy.

"Christ," he went on, "I saw what you did and it was totally stupid and pointless. I had heat tape on the gutters and the snow would've slid off the roof without you being out there. Did you seriously think I'd leave you here with a blizzard coming and not think of the roof?"

I started to cry.

"Fer' fuck's sake, don't cry on me! I just don't want to see you hurt is all! Shit."

With that he left the room and let me finish crying. It felt good in its own way.

Mike came back maybe a half hour later with some breakfast. The eggs and the meat were delicious and the orange was wonderful, too. Right after I finished the meal he gave me two more Vicodin and then I was back into slumber land again.

For a good three weeks he waited on me hand and foot as my ankles healed up again. He did his best with what passed for physical therapy but couldn't get my poor abused ankles to resume their normal look. Both of my feet were now in very unnatural positions unless Mike was working with them and by mid April it was clear that nothing short of surgery was going to fix me up again.

Speaking of mid April, the snows were finally melting and the periodic rain was helping to free up patches of soil where little flowers were blooming. I figured it wouldn't be long before I'd be home and my feet would get fixed and I'd be back to normal. I spoke to Mike about the road clearing and he'd nod and change the subject to ask me how I was feeling. Because of all of my pain he'd left me alone and slept in his recliner but then one day I was able to get my right foot into a position good enough to hold me up and using a cane Mike had made for me I walked out to the living room and announced that I was able to walk again even though it was painful.

"Sweetie, that's wonderful news!" Mike got up out of his chair and sat me down in it. "We need to celebrate!"

He went out to the kitchen and I heard a champagne bottle pop. I giggled when he came back out with two beer mugs filled with champagne and he handed me one.

"Here's to my best girl and here's to your pretty legs!"

We clinked our mugs and I smiled as we drank. We chatted a bit and talked about the summer to come and talking about the future got me thinking.

"Mike, when do you think I'll be able to go home?"

His smile disappeared like turning off a switch.

"As soon as the road is clear, that's when."

The silence in the room was almost audible.

He finally forced a smile and said, "Yeah, I guess we need to be thinking about what's next, don't we? I think the mine is going to do well this year, for some reason I just feel that a big strike is coming and I bet you'll be happy when you get to see all that gold, won't you?"

I chitchatted back with him but it bothered me that he seemed to just assume that I'd be here to see him get his big strike.

With the evening drawing to a close he drew me a bath and I went along with it because I was sure I smelling kind of gamey. He put fresh sheets on the bed while I bathed and took my clothes to wash them the next day. I was a week or so past my period so I didn't mind sleeping in the raw especially in the fresh sheets. It was like being at a fine hotel to feel the crisp cool sheets on my bare skin. I popped a Vicodin to take the edge off the pain and to help me sleep before Mike tucked me in and then went off to the living room.

Déjà vu struck me as I woke up in the middle of the night. I don't know why but I had this feeling of history repeating itself. Then I felt Mike's arm wrapped around me.

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

I pushed his arm off and rolled onto my back.

"What are you doing in here? I thought you were sleeping on the recliner from now on?"

"Lori," he kissed me on the cheek, "this is MY bed after all and since you're feeling better I figured I wanted to sleep in here again."

"Fine. But no sex, okay? I just don't want to, alright?"

He snorted a little. I wasn't sure what it meant.

"Yes, ma'am. No sex. Got it. Now go back to sleep."

With a pain pill in me it took no effort to roll over again and slip back into sleep.

Somewhere in the fog of slumber a pleasant feeling came over me and brought me to sort of a twilight awareness. It was kind of dreamlike as the pleasant feeling drifted over me and it seemed so dreamlike as I felt my leg lift up and my back was warmed with the feel of skin on skin. A part of me wanted this whole thing to play out and I arched my back a little as something strained to be with me.

Reality rushed up out of the warm dreamlike sensation.

"Mike?" I felt his hand on my hip. My leg was pulled up and over his body and I felt his cock kissing up to my body with subtle, slow strokes.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Mike what happened before was one thing but I can't do this anymore. I need to go home soon and get my life back and this just isn't fair to you."

His hand reached around to my breasts as we whispered and I have to admit I swooned.

"Tell me you don't like this, Lori. Tell me you don't like it 'cause I know you do. You love having me love you, don't you?"

He was right. Still, so was I.

"I can't do this, please don't do this to me, Mike. I have a life to get back to...my parents...college..."

He pulled my face to his and kissed me. I couldn't help but kiss him back and suddenly I felt an urgency as he held me tight and kissed me so warmly and so softly. His hand drifted down from my breasts to my belly and he pulled me tight against him. His tongue invaded my mouth as his cock sought purchase in my body with each slow, deliberate stroke.

I broke the kiss. "No, Mike, we can't. We shouldn't be like this." At the same time I arched myself again because something in my body simply demanded that I do it.

"You're right, Lori, we can't do this."

He kissed my neck as I felt him slip inside me. It felt like he belonged there and I surrendered myself to him as each stroke brought our joining closer to being complete. He was so patient and so slow as he made love to me that it made me love him back. When he pulled my lips to his I met them passionately and reached around him and held his head to mine as our bodies became fully involved. He broke the kiss to breathe and I gave a sigh as he drove into me again. He said nothing as his hand sought out mine, working his way down my shoulder to my elbow and finally to my hand. Taking my hand in his he pressed my hand into my own belly and held me tight. It was amazing to feel my belly give and take with each advance and retreat of Mike's wonderful body within mine. He pulled my hand lower to where we were joined and let me feel the miracle of love for the first time. His cock was warm and slick with my arousal and I was completely focused on how the veiny and hairy thing would enter me and then pull back. The lips of my pussy clung to it as if begging it not to leave and then their cry was repeatedly answered as the strange, wonderful thing entered me yet again.

Mike pulled the two pillows from under our heads and placed them one on top of the other in front of me. I was wondering the purpose of this when he withdrew from me leaving me suddenly feeling sad and depressed. I wondered if I had done something wrong.

Wordlessly, he guided me to my hands and knees and pulled the pillow under my hips and then, gently putting a hand in the small of my back, he had me relax myself and lay down. I still didn't grasp the purpose of this and felt sort of silly and suddenly modest with my face on the mattress and my butt weirdly sticking up in the air.

He scooted around behind me and gently separated my legs. The cool air of the room made me very aware of the moisture between my legs until I felt Mike's hairy thighs press up against me. I turned my head to look and saw him sort of kneeling behind me and looking down between us. He put one hand on my hip and then the other went between us and he pushed up against me and guided himself into me again. In one magical moment he was in me so deep, so fully...I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed it while this wonderful man loved me and made me realize that I was a woman.

"Oh, Mike...I love you." I managed to whisper it.

"Mmmhhmmm" was all he could muster as he scooted up to me a little closer and then I felt him go deeper than he had before.

The wonderful feelings went on and on seemingly forever until Mike finally put his hands on my hips and held me tightly to him. All I could feel was his body deep inside of mine and it was so beautiful...so beautiful to have him be in me.

He drew a breath and then pulled himself completely out of my body before slowly, agonizingly, filling me again and restoring that beautiful feeling. He stroked a finger down my spine and then did it again. Then he held me by the hips and, bit by bit, began to seek his own satisfaction. His thrusts gathered momentum until I felt like I was attached to some sort of wonderful machine bent on my...pleasure!

It wasn't like before; it just hit me like a jolt of lightning. It started in my belly and exploded outwards. My toes and my fingers tingled. A warmth passed over me and tingles of pleasure tweaked at me from my nipples where they rubbed on the sheet. I am so sorry that mere words can't describe what was an almost spiritual experience. I felt lifted from my body and taken into Heaven for a moment and then the joy subsided like the rumbling of an earthquake after it hits.

My senses slowly came back and with my passion sated so did my judgment.

"Mike, please, we have to stop now...please."

He said nothing and being in no position to stop him all I could do was hold onto the sheet while Mike pounded away at me with a frenzy.

I was about to say something else when I heard myself say, "Ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod", as another magnificent release blasted across me. In the midst of my joy Mike pulled me up against his chest with one arm around my breasts and the other about my belly and held me tight while his deeply embedded cock erupted itself into me. I couldn't help myself as I writhed against my lover, my body demanding as much of him as I could take.

"Ooooh, Lori..."

He thrust into me a little more and answered the demand of my body with another violent pulsing of his cock to tell me that I was his. He held me against him for a while and we kissed again before he gently laid me back to the mattress with our bodies still joined. With my ass still propped up on the pillows a part of my mind imagined semen seeping into the corners of my body seeking to change my life.

And I didn't care.

Come the morning I woke up before Mike did and realized I had spent the entire night draped over the two pillows. Mike had been thoughtful enough to draw the blankets over me to keep me warm. I started to stir and try to get myself off the pillows without waking Mike or falling on the floor when I saw Mike open his eyes.

"THAT is the best thing I think I've ever seen!"

We both giggled and then I asked him to help me out.

"Sure thing I will." He smiled saying this and pulled back the sheets. His erection was quite obvious. He pulled my legs apart and got behind me.

"That's not the kind of 'help' I had in mind! I need to go to the bathroom!"

My pussy was still soaked with moisture and my body offered no resistance at all as my lover mounted me.

"You'll go to the bathroom soon enough."

I'd like to tell you of another passionate experience, but I realized that this was just sex. There was no prelude to this as it was all overture. I felt Mike move around behind me and inside me to get the perfect position and then he just went at it. In a few minutes he was holding himself inside me and I was very conscious of feeling his pulses in his cock travel past my pussy lips to spray into my body. He held himself in me for a while and caressed me and asked me what I wanted for breakfast.

When he pulled out of me and picked me up to carry me to the bathroom I winced with embarrasment as I could hear myself dripping on the floor. Mike sat me on the toilet while he drew the bath and I didn't bother with being modest as I let go a stream that was pent up for a good ten hours. I wiped off and found that wiping didn't do much good. Mike helped me into the tub and then went off to make the breakfast.

I bathed and wondered at the evening and it wasn't long before Mike told me to get ready for breakfast. I stood up the best I could and was drying off when Mike came in and lifted me out of the tub and then stood me up and dried me off himself all while telling me some tidbit of news from CNN. Cuddling up in one of his nice robes he carried me out to the living room and sat me in the recliner and served me breakfast.

Breakfast was raisins in oatmeal with cream and a sliced orange.

Just like yesterday.

An orange. And then cream?

A chill went up my spine.

"Mike, where did the oranges and the cream come from?"

"From the little store about a half mile from the mine, where else?"

To be continued in Chapter Three.