Cold Night

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Won third place. :)

Cold Night

Sara banged on the door, but she knew it was no use, her dad wasn't home. Stepping back she ran her fingers through her shoulder length blonde hair and looked around. Running into the back yard she started turning over rocks. I know dad has a spare out here somewhere, she thought to herself as she tried to pick up another rock. When it fell through her numb fingers and landed in the snow Sara cursed.

Going back to the door she found a bit of wire on the ground and tried to pick the lock. She continued to curse herself for locking her keys in her car as her frozen fingers tried to manoeuvre the small bit of wire. Giving up she threw it to the side and kicked the door as hard as she could. Stumbling backwards from the force of her kick she screamed in frustration.

Shivering from the cold she tried to think of what she could do. Her dad was working the night shift and wouldn't be back until the morning, much too long to wait for him. Looking back at her car parked in the driveway she sighed at the thought of the warm jacket she'd left in the backseat. Shaking her head she decided she'd start walking downtown to at least keep warm when something smacked into her back. Wheeling around she was surprised to see someone at the end of the driveway putting together another snowball.

"Sara, my dear, is that you?" he bellowed up, throwing the snowball in hand before she could respond. Sara lawughed to herself when she realized it was Tom standing there in a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie he hadn't bothered to zip up. Rolling her eyes she ran down the driveway and threw her arms around his neck.

"I thought for sure you'd already be in bed," she said breathlessly as she wrapped her arms tighter around him. "Can I please stay with you tonight?"

"Of course," he told her as she pulled back a bit. "And I was in bed but somebody started trying to beat her door down...." Sara blushed.

"I sort of locked my keys in my car," she explained as she motioned towards the white Buick in the driveway. As Tom laughed at her misfortune tiny crows feet accentuated his eyes. Sara couldn't remember those being there the last time she had seen him.

"Well let's get you inside," he said as he started leading her across the street. As Sara hurried to follow she thought back to the last time she'd seen Tom. It was the night of her high school graduation, and she had skipped the ceremony when she'd learned her parents had, in their opinion, more important things to do. Instead her and Tom had pulled an all night movie marathon before she left town early the next morning.

That had been over two years before, and since then she hadn't spoken a word to him. They'd always had a strained friendship, her parents were never fans of the age difference between the two. He'd just turned forty the last time she'd seen him, more than twice her own age.

When Tom had opened the door Sara pushed her way inside and found a throw blanket draped over the couch. Pulling it off she quickly wrapped it around herself.

"How long were you out there?" Tom asked as he watched the amusing spectacle take place.

"At least an hour," she moaned as she kicked off her wet shoes and fell onto the couch. Quickly removing his boots Tom sat down beside Sara. Putting his arm around her shoulder he held her against his chest as he rubbed her back and arms trying to warm her up.

"Why didn't you just come here?"

"I wasn't sure if you even lived her anymore," she admitted as she tried to focus on the warmth of his body. She could feel his heartbeat against her cheek as she shivered again.

Tom didn't say anything as he continued to try to warm Sara up. She shifted her position suddenly causing his hand to brush across her breast. Embarrassed, he quickly pulled it away almost missing how Sara's breath caught in her throat.

"How about some hot cocoa" he asked as he stood up.

"I'd love some," Sara said as she wrapped the blanket tightly around her again. "Do you by any chance have something I can change into? These clothes are freezing."

"There's some clean laundry on the bed," he told her pointing towards his closed bedroom door. "Help yourself." Sara smiled her thanks as she went into the bedroom. Sure enough a pile of laundry sat folded at the foot of the bed. She raised her eyebrow in surprise, Tom never had struck her as the organized type. Quickly looking through it she couldn't find anything other than jeans and work shirts there.

"Do you have any sweats or anything?" she asked as she popped her head out of the door. "Or even a t-shirt?"

"Actually no," he admitted. "The only sweats I have I'm wearing, and I don't wear t-shirts. Sorry. You'll have to make due with what’s in there." Nodding her understanding Sara closed the door and started looking through the laundry again. Looking around the room to be sure he wasn't yanking her chain she didn't see a trace of any sweats so she went through the entire pile multiple times before settling on the longest work shirt she could find and a pair of flannel boxers.

Seeing a full length mirror in the closet she made her way over to make sure nothing was too revealing. She was surprised to see the shirt accentuated her curves and went down far enough not to seem too revealing. Looking over herself again she smiled at the woman in the mirror. Always covered with baggy t-shirts and jeans Sara seldom saw herself as a woman, but now as she looked at herself in only a long shirt she realized why she sometimes caught boys staring.

Going back into the living room it took all her strength not to laugh when she saw Tom's face. He couldn't help but stare as she moved towards him, her long, smooth legs completely revealed. Having known each other since she was thirteen she'd always thought of Tom as an older brother, even a parental type. As she found her seat beside him again she quickly wrapped the blanket back around her and sipped from the cup of coco on the table. Memories of all the late night marathons and heart felt talks flooded her mind as she came to the realization she was a full grown woman now.

"I suppose it's late," she said as she tried to kick start her brain as well as Tom's. "I'll be fine here tonight, you should go to bed." He didn't say anything but instead sat perfectly still, intensely focused on a spot on the far wall. "Tom really," she continued as she nudged him with her elbow, "go to bed."

Closing his eyes he swallowed. Slowly turning towards Sara he couldn't help but lower his gaze to the bit of black lace outlining her cleavage. Looking back up into her eyes he tried to think back but couldn't ever remember seeing her eyes so blue. Sara began to ask if something was wrong when he interrupted her, quickly pressing his lips against hers.

It only lasted a moment but when he pulled back Sara was stunned. Never had she thought of Tom that way before, but now as she sat there she looked him over with new eyes. His brown hair was highlighted grey specs, his dark green eyes exaggerated by the crows feet she'd noticed earlier. His lips were well rounded, but not nearly as defined as her own. He was relatively fit with little sign of the years apparent. Again he swallowed.

"I'm sorry," he said in a low, raspy whisper, unable to look into her eyes. Sara watched his eyes move around the room, his hands fidgeting with the other. Reaching out she lightly brushed his hair off his forehead. Tom turned towards her again, this time searching for her reaction to the kiss. He couldn't see anything in her eyes except sympathy for his current nervousness.

Sara wanted to say something comforting but she was afraid anything she said would come out wrong. She could feel her heart beating extremely fast as she tried to think of rational reasons why she shouldn't do this. Before any thought could come to her Tom had decided his only chance was to try again.

This time he didn't back away after the kiss but instead stayed hovering over her, his lips just a hair away from hers. He didn't have to wait long before she had pushed herself towards him so their lips met again. Tom felt his body drained of energy as his heart stopped. Leaning down so Sara could lay down on the sofa, he shifted himself over so her legs could stretch out underneath him.

Sara's mind reeled as she felt Tom's body on top of hers, his tongue gradually finding it's way through her lips. The zipper of his hoodie brushed against her outer thigh, the cool metal causing her to jump. Tom quickly removed the shirt and threw it aside as he lowered himself against her again.

Putting her hands to his chest Tom was afraid she was going to push him off her, but instead she began to explore every muscle and ripple on his chest. Quickly standing up he pulled Sara up with him and lead her towards the bedroom. Every few seconds he'd lean in for another hard kiss, his hands roaming further up the shirt. Finding her bra he traced it to the back to undo the clasps. Reaching the foot of the bed he pushed the laundry to the floor where the shirt Sara wore and her bra quickly met it. Pushing her down on the bed he stared for a long moment taking in every curve.

Sara felt herself blush under his gaze as he slowly made his way onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. Leaning into her again he brushed his lips against hers before moving to her neck. Her mind began to shut off as the warm kisses he left on her flesh sent shivers down her spine. Putting her fingers in his hair she gently combed through it as his kisses trailed lower.

She was taken by surprise when he cupped her right breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Gently sucking on it she began to feel an unfamiliar warmth between her legs. Squirming under him it was all she could do to keep from crying out in unknown frustration when his free hand found that warmth.

Shifting to the other breast Tom hoped he wasn't moving to quickly. The two of them hadn't spoken in a couple years but Tom knew Sara, he knew she hadn't been with someone before. "Guys just don't interest me yet," she would tell him. "They're fun to look at but way too immature." As he wondered if she had ever thought of being with an older man his fingers slipped between her folds.

He heard her moan as he gently rubbed the wet slit before finding the peak at the top. Pressing gently against it with his thumb she jumped from the sudden pleasure she felt emanate from there. Letting her breast slip from his mouth he slowly trailed kisses down her navel as he randomly pushed against that spot to give her a sudden jolt. Before long his lips were hovering right above it. Sara could feel the warmth of his breath, unsure of what to expect.

The feeling when his lips surrounded her clit was something she had never experienced before. She had learned over time how to pleasure herself but as he gently sucked while his tongue played she realized she had missed out on a great deal. Tom raised his hands above his head to gently massage her stomach before filling each with a breast. Kneading them he began to get a little more forceful on her clit as she moaned and squirmed beneath him.

Sara could feel the moistness dripping from her as Tom's hands sent shocks shooting down her body. She was disappointed when he suddenly let go of her breasts, only to find sudden shock when she felt something enter her.

Tom tried to go slow, to be careful. He let his hand take over for his mouth as he backed away to watch as he slowly put his finger inside her. She was tight, but wet and it easily slipped inside. He could feel her muscles contract trying to grip what was there as he slowly pulled it out. Slipping two fingers in, he moved slowly as he looked up at Sara. Her eyes were closed as her hands played with her breasts. Spreading his fingers a little he slowly moved them in and out, careful not to stretch anything to a painful territory.

Sara had used toys before, but the warmth of his fingers made her squirm in delight. She wanted him to move faster, harder. As he began to respond to her thrusting motions her leaned in, taking her clitoris into his mouth again. As he toyed with the protruding button with his tongue he could feel her muscles getting tighter. Suddenly they loosened before tightening again and again, contracting in an orgasm as she began to scream. Slowly he lessened his motions on her clit and removed his fingers to find her breathing hard.

She felt him pull himself up the bed but was too flustered to think much of it. Never before had she experienced that. As he laid his body over her Tom leaned in to kiss her and Sara could taste herself on his lips. She suddenly became aware of the hardness beneath his sweats as he grinded them against her. Unsure what to do now she decided to take a page from Tom's book and just give it a try.

Pushing him onto his back she kissed him again before immediately moving down to remove his pants. She had never held a man before but as she wrapped her hands around him she was fairly certain this was larger than normal. Her fingers couldn't even circle the entire thing as she gently rubbed it from the head to the base and back again. It grew harder as she continued this motion.

With her other hand she began to explore what else there was down there. Massaging and rubbing she looked up to see him watching her. She was about to ask if she was doing something wrong but something told her just to keep going. Straddling one of his legs she let the moistness of her press against him as she slowly bent down towards him.

She knew she was expected to take this into her mouth, but she was afraid of hurting him. Making a mental note to keep her teeth at bay she slowly slipped the head into her mouth. Sucking it gently she let it fall as she licked the shaft before putting it back in.

Tom's breath caught in his throat when he felt himself push against the back of her throat. Sara moved slowly as she revelled in the reactions she was getting from Tom. As he tried to thrust up into her mouth Sara picked up the pace before almost gagging as the head found it's way down her throat.

Noticing the way Tom jumped when that occurred she positioned herself to do it again, ready for it this time. Willing her gagging reflex to stay calm she took him as far down as she could before coming up for air.

Unable to wait any long Tom pulled her up and had her on her back in a heartbeat as he found his spot between her legs again. As his manhood rubbed against her he leaned in and kissed her as he searched her face for any objections. Seeing none he slowly let the head of his penis enter her.

Sara had thought it would hurt but as she felt it go in she felt an overwhelming need to be filled. Slowly Tom pushed further in until she had taken the entire thing. Breathing in sharply, Tom waited a second to allow her to get accustomed to his length. When her muscles tightened around his manhood, he slowly pulled back before quickly forcing himself in again. When he realized that didn't cause her any pain he immediately began to pound against her.

The feeling of his large cock filling her and stretching her was almost enough to send Sara over the edge. When Tom reached down to gently massage her clitoris she began to grind her hips against him as her orgasm built up. Feeling her tightening around him even more sent Tom into a shivering climax.

Feeling his hot fluid shoot into her was all Sara needed to let loose. She began to pound herself into him as she screamed in excitement. Her body shook as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Suddenly still except for the random shiver still running through her Sara could feel Tom gently slip out of her. She allowed him to lift her slightly to pull the covers out from underneath and smiled in the dark as she felt his warm arm around her waist as those same covers wrapped them in warmth. Pressing against his warm chest Sara tried to calm her breathing.

Sparks flew through her as Tom began to leave light, dry kisses along her shoulders. He held her tight, gently rubbing her as he had earlier to warm her. As the heat between her legs returned, all memory of the bone-numbing chill from earlier disappeared.