3 comments/ 24814 views/ 2 favorites Keep Them Warm By: javawarrior AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a submission for the Winter Holidays contest. I had to hurry and finish this to get it done in time. Would have made it longer, but I'm sure you'll like it anyway. If you do, make sure to vote! * Fatigue set in well before the last shot, which seemed to take forever. Those of us not wrapped for the night stood shivering in the night as our once-warm coffees sat cold and forgotten on the steps. The cabin was lit only by a couple 1K's, casting a sliver of light on the gloomy staircase which leads to the porch. The poor girl had run her lines a hundred times and we all had hopes that each take would be her last, and she would finally get the warmth she and the rest of us wanted. And shooting a week before Christmas didn't help. I don't know why they saved this shot for last. It is such a simple shot, made complicated only by the extremely late hour. She walks up to the door, looks inside, then opens the door. That's it. Doesn't take two hours to shoot. But what do I know, I'm just the writer. They've already gutted the thing to save time and to cover up laziness, but as long as I don't completely freeze my balls off, I'll gladly accept a reshoot at this point. The actress has already flipped out once, the camera's last battery has drained twice as quickly as expected because of the cold and the director herself is getting noticeably loopy. We didn't have long before yet another probably-critical shot would get scrapped. It wasn't supposed to go this way. I took this gig as a favor to an old flame. Why I thought it was a good idea to do a favor for my ex, in spite of how much her husband approved of the idea, is beyond me. She was the sort that attracted damaged people, and that should have served as a warning to me as well. But Rea didn't seem the type. Not at first, anyways. She my ex's friend, the director of the movie. She struck me as the sort of normal girl that everyone knows and no one dislikes. She's not all that social and nobody can remember the last boyfriend she even had. Not that she's gay, but she just hasn't done a whole lot of dating, and she sees no pressing need to do so. She likes her work, this I can tell, and she's good at it too. She's about the least offensive person you'll ever meet. Even now, with everyone on their edge, she is still coping like a saint. She yells wrap, and it sounds like the ending of a suspended note that had been hanging in the air all night. I helped the crew pack the lights and bring them back into the main cabin in no time, and I found Rea by he fire arguing with Jay, the production designer. She was past her patience, but didn't have the energy to stand up to the production designer for much longer. If Jay had a super-power, it would be bitching. Never in all my experience on movie sets have I encountered a more argumentative, time-wasting gum-flapper than this one. The sound of her voice grated on everyone. She had the look of a girl I might otherwise find insanely attractive in a librarian sort of way, with her thick-rimmed glasses and her dark, chin-length Velma-like hair. I imagine a version of her not tainted by whatever boyfriend broke her heart and made her a hateful bane on the planet. I would take her home myself, if only she wasn't so vile. I moved to the fire while everyone continued packing things away. "If you don't need me anymore, I'm just gonna go back to my cabin and..." I started to say to Rea. "Could you hang on a minute? Jay, we'll finish this in the morning, ok." "What time? You need to tell me what time so that I can know when to start setting up my stuff. I can't have people in the kitchen when I'm trying to get it ready for the breakfast scene. If we don't start with that scene, I can..." "Jay. 8am. I will see you at 8AM. Got it?" "Ok, I was just emphasizing that..." "Good night, Jay." Jay made a brief glance at me, as if for support, which took me aback for a moment. Then, in a firm and calculated but dramatic gesture, she stood up and walked out. "I didn't envy you tonight, Rea." She laughed and took another sip of her hot chocolate, then held it in her lap. She was sitting cross-legged and looked positively exhausted. Her tiny ears poked out from her long but unkempt hair, and I found her disinterest in brushing to be very endearing. "Thank you for all the help," she started again. "You've done way more than you were expected to." "It's no biggie. You forget, this thing's sort of my baby too. I just wanna make sure it's as good as it can be." I was only sort of lying. I did see it as my baby, and I did want to make it awesome, but I felt like too much had been lost from the project. A whole scene was cut because someone -- guess who -- couldn't find a dead mouse, and so the scene wouldn't have worked. Had miss prissy-pants told me in advance she was having trouble finding a dead mouse for that scene, I would have helped. After all, I didn't write anything that I thought would not be realistically filmable for a student film. "I really want a shower badly." That's when it changed. I couldn't put it out of my mind anymore, because she looked different to me. Again, this whole project was just a favor to an old friend. I didn't know Rea and, frankly, I assumed she would be terrible at making this film. She is, after all, just a student. She's 23, about to be the first graduate with a degree in anything creative among her entire family. All of the men in her family are engineers and business types, and the women all do some form of social work. Very strange to me to meet someone struggling to be creative when she has no roots for it whatsoever. It's a story I relate to. Yet she has proved to be very talented, and unperturbed by the unreliable and outright lazy attitude of many who were supposed to be helping her this week. Most of all, I respect her. She kept her composure when even I would have gone ballistic. "O joy," she joked. She grabbed a phone from the mantle beside the fire and said, "Jay forgot her phone again." "She'll be back here in the morning though, right?" "Not without this, it's her alarm." She was laughing as she tossed it back down on the carpet. "I just don't even care. I'm so tired of picking up after people." "Do you even really need her help tomorrow?" She sighed. "I don't know, I really just want to take a shower and sleep." "You want me to walk you?" She turned and smiled, then looked down. She had the look of a girl who just caught a cute guy checking her out. "No, I'll be ok. It's not far. You can take this to Jay, though, if you want to. It's the last cabin on the end." That was probably the first moment I knew I wanted Rea. * "Jay?" I said into the dark cabin. I thought I had gotten the wrong one until I heard some clicking, followed by muffled expletives. I opened the door, and the light I let in revealed Jay, kneeling before the fireplace. She was trying to start her fire, but she clearly wasn't getting very far. I was opening the door when I said her name again, and she screamed. When she saw it was me, her face curled and without looking at me, she said, "what do you want?" "I didn't mean to scare you, but you forgot your phone." "I didn't forget it," she said, walking to grab it from me quickly. I could see as she came close that she was in her pajamas, and she knew I could see it too. "I'm sure you didn't. I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow." I was already on my way back out, when she said, "Wait." She grabbed my hand. Without looking at me, she began speaking to me in her typical pissy-business voice. "Nobody showed me how to make this fireplace work, and I told Rea that if I was going to be staying in a cabin that there had to be a heater. She didn't say anything about a fireplace." "You'll figure it out, I'm sure. Goodnight." "No, wait. Please. Look..." She was becoming very aware of her situation, and my presence in it. She needed me. She suddenly looked angry with herself. "Can you just do me this one favor, and I swear I'll pay you back. It's bad enough I have to sleep alone. I suppose that's my fault. I'm kind of a bitch sometimes. I just don't want to freeze tonight, ok? It's supposed to get into the twenties tonight." "What are you going to do for me?" She was still holding my hand when I said this. She stepped in closer and said, "what do you want?" She was no temptress at all. She was quite clumsy in her seduction, in fact, and I could see it in her face. I almost felt bad for her. She could feel me pulling away, so she took my hand and put it to her belly, then slid it down into her PJ's until I felt her clit beneath a patch of soft hair. She was looking me in the eyes, and her eyes said, please, for the love of God, don't reject me now. She was absolutely vulnerable in this moment, and she knew it. She was shaking, and she wasn't even wet. It was too much. I made a fire for her, and neither of us said a word. She felt that I was rejecting her, even as I made a fire for her. She started to cry. Not profusely, but enough that she tried to cover it up with the movements of wrapping her body in a blanket. I brought some wood in from outside and placed them by the fireplace and showed her how to work the bellows, in case it should die down. I moved to leave, and she grabbed me from behind, gently. She said, "So what do you want?" Her hand was sliding down to undo my belt, but I stopped her. "That's ok. You don't have to. Just stay warm and get some sleep, ok?" She shed another tear, looked down, then shook it off with a couple of nods. I made my way out of the cabin and she followed me out. She said, "Hey," and I turned to look at her. "Thanks." I nodded and went back to my cabin. * I was staying with Rea's uncle Rob and cousin Jamie, who had both volunteered to do sound for the movie. The last two nights, they decided to steal away for a bottle of Jack and we drank the day off with stories and jokes. When I came back to the cabin, I found Rea sitting on my bunk with a Dixie cup and a smile. "Geez, why does it take so long to bring back a phone?" she joked. "Oh, she couldn't get her fire going, so I helped her out." "Seriously?" Rob asked. "That girl needs a lesson in humility, let me tell you. Did you know that we had a twenty minute argument about tree branches, even though it didn't have anything to do with what she's doing?" "I remember that," Jamie chimed in. "I kept thinking, 'Dude, you're not even doing sound, so why do you give a shit?!' That bitch is crazy. Where did you find her, Rea?" "Tank recommended her. I never even met her 'til the production meeting a week ago." "Well there's always one," I said. "I don't let her get to me." Rea looked shocked. "You're joking, right? You blew up more than anyone else. I heard you railing on her about moving the fridge because we needed more room, but she wouldn't let you because it would've been a continuity issue." "I know, that bugged me. I mean, I'm the script superviser, right? Isn't it my job to say whether we have a continuity problem?" "With you, 100%," Rob responded. "I would pull rank, but I'm not really sure where I rank." Everyone laughed. "Well you don't rank at all unless you finish off that bottle. You've got some catching up to do!" Rob was already grabbing a can of Coke out of the cooler, and I happily did as he asked. "Here's a toast," I said as I finished the last drop of the bottle, "to one hell of a Hitchcock parody. May Spaz be the greatest student film ever made!" All replied, "Here here!" I took a drink and turned to find Rea looking at me. "What?" I asked. "Nothing. I'm just glad to know there are sane people up here." If this was flirting, it was lost on me completely. It would make her just as bad as me. We talked about the movie for a while before we realized that Rob and Jamie were very likely asleep, and the light was already out by that point. "Would you like me to walk you to your cabin?" I whispered to her. "No need, I'm sleeping here tonight. I'm not about to build a fire if I don't have to." "Fair enough. I'll see you in the morning." I took off a layer of clothes and slipped into my sleeping bag in my long johns. My head was facing the side of the cabin with the fireplace, which was next to the bunk Rea was already sitting in. The only light came from the fireplace, which was not much. But it was enough to see her undress, which I did not expect her to do. I wondered if she knew I could still see enough of her body in the light. I wondered if she even noticed or cared that I was watching. Her uncle and her cousin were both sound asleep, and I wonder if she noticed that too. I was left to assume that she did not know I could see her, but I could not turn away from her. Even the simple act of her undressing seemed very regal to me, like she was mature enough to be seen doing it and not make a big deal out of it. She undressed as any girl probably does in the privacy of her own room. I did not even realize she was undressing at all until I saw her turn to one side and I saw the silhouette of her exposed breasts in the flickering light of the fire. She bent over to pick up her pajama top, which she could not see at first. It placed her breasts right between me and the fire, and I could see that her nipples were hard. She still seemed to be in no hurry, and only slightly annoyed that she couldn't find her top. She was so calm, in fact, that I had half a mind to help her look for it. She found it, and after putting it on, she flicked her hair back. As she began to unbutton her pants and pull them down, I became aware of my own erection. When she had them off, I could see goosebumps start to form on her legs which I wanted to touch. She must have been getting cold, because she took her panties off quickly and looked for her bottoms. Every impulse in me wanted to grab my penis and start rubbing one out. It wouldn't have taken long. Still, it almost hurt to be in my pants. As she bent down and away from me to look for her bottoms, I reached into my sleeping bag and pulled my long johns down as discreetly as possible. I felt the slightly cooler air on my penis and the cool of the sheets on my rear as my penis sprang back to rest on my belly. As she stood searching for the waist band, I had a clear view of her neatly trimmed bush, but it was mostly in the shadow of her leg. Much as I wanted to rub one out, it wasn't long before she found the opening and started to put the rest of her pajamas on. She was shivering when she finally put them on with haste. I wanted to throw my arms around her and keep her warm, and for no other reason than she wouldn't have asked me to. I heard her slip into her sleeping bag and I grabbed my penis, but it was already softening in the cold. * "You're shitting me, right?" I had just stepped into the main cabin, and already I could sense trouble. "Hey, chill out, ok? It hasn't been a problem yet, has it?" Tank, the cameraman was at it again. "You forgot a whole scene on Wednesday!" "It'll work out, it always does." "You realize how much a reshoot is going to cost? Do you realize... oh hell, let's just start shooting something before I shoot someone." Rea had walked away when I heard someone say, "You better chill with the weed, Tank, or she's gonna cut you. Don't you need this DP credit for your capstone?" It was Lizzie, the freshman who was assisting Tank on the camera. She was a tiny, sweet-looking girl with a voice that sounded like a bird chirp. It might have been the first time I really heard her say anything all week. "She won't cut me, she loves me," he remarked with a sly grin. It was no secret that Tank was trying to get with Rea, but then again, he tries to get with anything that has a pulse. If not for a windfall from a recent death in the family, he might have skipped his parole instead of go back to school. Tank was an interesting guy because he always did what he wanted to do, regardless of who it pisses off, but he was still likeable. Rea had moved into the bathroom, where the first scene was set to take place. It was not particularly well-lit, and so the light coming through the window put her largely in silhouette. She flicked her hair behind her turtleneck collar with both hands and leaned on the counter with both hands, looking into the mirror. While she took a breath to prepare for the day, I couldn't help but notice the smooth outline of her chest. Her lips and her skin looked soft and creamy. She looked like she was in a painting, and I would have done anything for her in that moment. "Um, Rea?" It was Jess, the AD. "Yeah, what is it?" "Well, there's a problem." Rea turned to look at Jess, not surprised at all that there's already a problem. "So Nicole is actually naked in this scene, right?" "It's a shower scene, Jess." "Well I know, but... well, I just talked to Nicole, and she's not aware that she's doing a nude scene." "How can that be? We had a whole conversation about the shower scene. Where is she?" "She's still getting ready, she'll be here in a couple of minutes. I just thought you should know." "Goddammit. So is she not going to do it?" "Didn't seem like she would. You can ask, though." "Great. Well, what's our plan B if she says no?" "Well, we can reshoot the shower scene later. We wouldn't be able to do the tracking shot in one take like you wanted, and we..." "We're not reshooting anything else." "Ok, well, we could rewrite the scene to have it start after she's out of the shower." "But then it's not a shower scene. It's supposed to be an Alfred Hitchcock spoof. We might as well murder her in her sleep. What else?" "Well, unless you scrap the scene, I don't really see any other options. Unless..." "Unless what?" "You have one of the crew stand in. As long as you don't show her from the head up." "Well the only person on the crew who would even be close is..." * When Tank came back, he seemed pretty confident he'd talked her into it. It had been five minutes, and Rea was wondering if I would go and check on her. She told me to figure out what she would be comfortable shooting, and that she trusted me as the writer to come up with a way to make it work. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but I don't think she took much convincing. When I entered Lizzie's cabin, she was brushing her hair in a small mirror. She was completely naked. When she saw me, she eyed me up and down, and smiled. She put the brush down and walked quickly over to me. She put her chilly hands up my shirt and made me jump. She giggled. I grabbed her hands to pull them off. She moved in closer until her chest touched mine, then let out brief laugh. It disarmed me for a brief moment, but in that moment she sped up. I heard a pop, a zip, and before I could even look down to see what she did, my pants were past my knees. She was about to pull my underwear down, which already revealed a massive erection, when I grabbed her hands again and pulled them away. "Lizzie, what's gotten into you?" She let out a series of gleeful chirps, and her hands went limp in my hands. This caused me to loosen my grip, and she brought my hands to the sides of her face. Then she quickly left them there and pulled my underwear down. Before I knew it, I felt the warmth of her mouth on my penis. My hands never left her face as she moved my penis in and out. It felt so good and I didn't want her to stop, but I pushed her away from me. Or at least I tried to. I had pushed her almost all the way off of my penis, but she moaned, repositioned herself, and fought me to put it back in. There was no stopping her. Her voraciousness and her moans grew, the rapid-fire dancing of her tongue, and a minute or two later, I came. I couldn't help it. Keep Them Warm "Lizzie, what the hell was that?" She giggled some more and sat down on her knees and looked up at me with a smirk. "No seriously, what the hell is going on?" "Don't flip out, ok?" The way she slurred her speech made it obvious: Tank gave her something. Maybe weed, I couldn't tell. If it was just weed, she must have been some sort of a closet freak. "Look, are you still cool with shooting the nude scene?" I asked her. "Of course," she answered. "I probably would have done it anyway, but it's always nice to get a little motivation." She smiled again, and then leaned back on the floor with her hands supporting her and her knees bent, and she opened her legs playfully. I had a clear shot of her probably-dripping wet pussy, and she just stayed there and let me look at it. Her petite, athletic form, her small breasts, her long blonde hair and soft skin... She delighted to see that I was hard yet again. She remained gleefully silent. "Fuck it." I was on top of her in an instant and wasted no time putting it in. It was definitely wet, and that made it easier to be quick. I felt her coming, and suddenly, for some unexplained reason, I thought of Rea. The bird-sound of the woman beneath me morphed with what I imagined Rea to sound like. My eyes were closed to the sound, and I felt myself about to come. I pulled out, and came on her tits, and I imagined they were Rea's tits. It was a beautiful sight in my mind's eye, and was followed by giggles and the feeling, once again, of a mouth on my penis. She was cleaning me up. I opened my eyes again and looked down to see Lizzie, still smiling, covered in my come. I felt a strange sense of shame in that moment. I was confused, and I didn't know if it was because I imagined Rea when I came with this girl, or because it's not like me to come in a girl's face. Not that I'm opposed to it, but in this moment, I felt like something was changing in me. Then I noticed someone watching us out of the corner of my eye through the window. It was Jay. I don't know how much she had seen, but the shame intensified. Something strange was happening. * When the sun finished setting that day, it started snowing. Snow had been expected all week, but was only just now, on the last night, making its first appearance. The snow seemed to calm everyone's nerves as the last few shots were rolling off. And I couldn't have been more relieved that the day was ending. Lizzie did a fantastic job with her nude scene. She appeared to be quite comfortable being naked, and was very professional. Nicole was surprisingly absent for the nude scene, even though she would have needed to see Lizzie's movements for when they go to shoot Nicole's close-ups. When she did appear back on the set, she had an almost sedated, methodical attitude toward the rest of her scenes. You could not detect any joy in her spirit, but she also did not seem to be upset. We all thought she was just tired. We all were. The last shot was the hardest for Nicole: it was supposed to be of her masturbating. She put her hand in her pants and tried, but they couldn't get a full take before she complained that she couldn't do it. Several things were attempted, like clearing the set, but in the end, they just ended up shooting her from behind. She walked off the set, probably feeling ashamed. Then they recorded the sound of Lizzie having an orgasm. It was almost as good as the real one, the memory of which was already making me hard. But that was it. I offered, again, to help the crew put everything away. I was one of the last people about, and when I returned to the cabin, Rea was already settled into her sleeping bag and half asleep. Her uncle and cousin were not present, and their things were gone. It was just Rea. Probably for the best, I decided. It was a long, strange day, and we were both pretty tired. I threw one more log on the fire, changed into my long johns again, and slipped into bed. * It probably hadn't been an hour when I was nudged awake. It was Rea, sitting by my bedside and looking down at me. "Hey, I know you were sleeping..." "It's cool. Hey, where's your uncle and your cousin?" I asked. "We only have b-roll to shoot tomorrow, and we don't need sound. So they went home." "Oh. Well what's up?" Her face was hard to read in the dim light, but her voice indicated to me that she was sad, and embarrassed to be saying so. "Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?" Again, it was hard to read exactly what she meant, so I asked, "You mean...?" "No," she said, not surprised by what I was assuming she meant. "I just, I've been sleeping alone all week, and I really just don't want to sleep alone again. I don't want to have sex or anything. Is that ok?" Not ok! "Yes, of course." She slipped into my bed and lay with one leg over me. I felt it barely scrape my penis through my pj's, and I was hoping she wouldn't mind. I guess she would have to be ok with it, because there's no woman up here in these cabins that the little guy's more eager to meet than the one who has her head and my chest. "Thank you," she said softly. I said nothing, and thought she had fallen asleep when she finally asked, "Can I ask you something?" "Go ahead." "What did you say to Jay last night? She seemed completely different today. Did you notice?" "Yeah, I did. She was actually helpful. Kinda surprised me, too." She propped herself up on her elbow so that she could look at me. "What happened?" "I don't know if I should say." "C'mon, I'm curious." "Well, she tried to make me start a fire for her. I said no, and then she offered herself to me, and I refused." "Really? Why did you say no?" "That's interesting. You're not curious why she offered herself to me?" "Oh I know why. What did she do?" "Well, that's just it. She didn't do much. She just took my hand and, well, I don't know. I just wasn't feeling it." "Do you think she's pretty?" "Yeah, sure. I guess. Why?" "Because you slept with Lizzie, but not her." "You know about that?" "Everyone knows about it. It's cool, though. No one's judging you. Lizzie's very cute. All the girls here want you." This was not the conversation I expected to be having with her in bed with me. "Hey, I'm sorry..." "I don't care who you sleep with, Danny." I started to realize that when she said she didn't want to have sex, she actually meant it. It was disappointing, and I started to consider going to the bathroom to rub one out. The more we talked with her inches from my penis, the more it throbbed. If I felt her cool hand grab it even once, I thought I might come instantly. That is how bad my penis wanted this woman. "Honestly, I don't think I will. I'm not going to lie to you. There's only one woman here I really want and that's you." She looked conflicted. She was flattered, but bit her tongue like she was worried she'd made a mistake crawling into bed with me. "Don't worry, I'm not trying anything. If you've changed your mind about being with me tonight, that's fine, but I'm totally cool if nothing happens, ok? Honestly." I was being sincere at the point, and she could see it. She softened, like she was slightly embarrassed again, then fell into my chest again. And I was hard as ever. * She hadn't said anything in some time, so I gambled that she was asleep and slipped out of bed. I couldn't take it anymore, and I stepped out to handle it. I would have rubbed it out as soon as I stepped out of the cabin, except that it had gotten to almost freezing. It was not far to the bathrooms, and rather than throwing on another layer, I raced to the structure on the other side of the campground. I was met by Jess, who opened the door to the girl's bathroom just in time to see me walk up. She beckoned me to come inside, and I started to ignore her and continue to the men's room, but she was persistent. I wanted to get out of the cold more than argue with her, so I stepped in and she closed the door. I looked down at Jess, who was shifting, like she had something difficult to say. "I need your help. This is going to sound really strange, but I really hope you'll help me." "What is it?" "It's Nicole. Her boyfriend used to do this thing, and she... oh, how do I say this?" She was speaking softly, as if she didn't want to be heard. "Just spit it out." "She's been crying for the last hour. She does this sometimes, and the only person that used to make it ok was her boyfriend, but they broke up like a month ago. I don't know what I can do, and I hate seeing her like this." "Why is she crying?" "She keeps saying she hates herself. She feels stupid about not doing her own nude scene, because she knew she could do it. She mentioned you and Lizzie, though." "I don't understand. What do you want me to do?" "Well... I want you to make her feel sexy. I can't do that obviously, but..." "So she thinks that because I slept with Lizzie..." "No, not exactly. Look, I'll help you. Just follow my lead, and get her to feel sexy. Would you do that? I promise, you won't regret it." And now Jess. I checked her out again, and she let me. She's a darker-skinned, dark-haired likeness to Rea, I realized. And she had a cute smile. I decided to play ball. I heard a shower going, but I discovered it wasn't Nicole. She was sitting on a bench next to a wall with her head down and her hands between her knees. It was a strange sight to see, because Nicole otherwise had almost a cheerleader-type personality. She was wearing a tank top and boxers, and I realized that she was in very good shape. When she looked up to see me, her sadness bore right through me. "What is this?" she asked. "Relax, Nicole. I just saw him on the way out, and we got to talking. He said something that you really ought to hear." Nicole looked back at me, and I had trouble thinking of the right thing to say. All of the things I could think of to say had nothing to do with her sexually. I wanted to give her a hug and tell her it would be alright. I'm glad I didn't though. "I was disappointed that you didn't do your nude scene. You're the sexiest woman here to me, it should've been you." Her eyes stayed on me, as she tried to figure out if it was a ruse or not. "What about Lizzie?" "She was good too, but it still should've been you. I don't wanna sound like a perv or anything, but, I would've liked to see it. You would sell more tickets, by far." "Why do you think so? She has nicer tits than me, don't you think?" I looked at Jess, whose eyes said: keep going, your doing great. "Well unfortunately, I haven't seen yours, so I can't really say. I guess you're right, I am guessing." I gave her a smirk, and she looked startled. She looked to Jess for support, who was smiling. "Why don't you show him?" Jess asked. "I know what he's going to say. There's no point." "You do not. Come on, we'll do it together." Jess pulled off her shirt and her undershirt at the same time, and stood topless. "Let him see you." Nicole looked at Jess, who had very small tits. They were perky and cute, but small. Jess probably knew what it would have done to reveal them, because Nicole stood up and took her tank top off. Her breasts were absolutely perfect. My joy was genuine, and for the first time I saw Nicole give a half smile. Then, without warning, she took off her boxers as well. She looked down at the erection that was forming in my loose-fitting pj's and smiled again. Nicole sat back down and I turned to find Jess with a very bright smile. It worked. Then, Jess moved around to stand behind me, and she nudged me closer to Nicole. I stopped when I felt my feet between hers. "Show her," I heard Jess whisper into my ear. I turned my head to whisper, "I thought that was it," and she responded, "she just wants to see it. That's all he did, and that's what she needs. That's all, I swear." I looked back down at Nicole, whose self-satisfying grin was already starting to fade. Then I felt Jess's hands slide around my waist to grab the waistband on my long johns. She pulled them down, and I saw Nicole's expression change as the pants slipped over my penis, which was harder than ever. I saw what Jess meant. She just needed to see it, because she knew she was making it hard. I felt Jess's cold hand on my penis, and it sent a shot up through me. She began rubbing it, and I felt myself about to come in moments. If I came, I would come all over Nicole, so I stopped Jess's hand and turned to face her. "You're going to make me..." "Go ahead," she said. I turned back to look at Nicole. Jess started whispering into my ear. "She wants to see you come." Nicole's eyes suggested that she was right, and so I let Jess continue jerking me off. These girls were insane. "She's wet, and she's waiting for you to come." It was then that I really looked at Nicole's body. It was a nice body, for sure, and I was imagining myself inside her. But when I felt it coming, I once again thought of Rea. I decided I would enjoy this orgasm as much as possible while thinking of Rea. But instead of imagining Rea in front of me, I imagined that it was her hand on my penis. With Rea's hand on my cock, I came. My come, which had been aching to release, shot out almost to Nicole's face. I saw much of it land on her supple tits, and some of it land on and around her pussy. And Nicole could not be happier. I hadn't realized that I moaned quite loudly, nor had I heard the shower stop. I turned to see Jay standing, covered with a bath towel, looking at Nicole with shock. She turned to walk to a locker without even looking at me. I was surprised how long Nicole sat there with my come still on her, and how truly grateful she seemed. Then, she stood up, and being careful not to get me messy, she pulled my lips to hers. She kissed me and smiled, then said, "Thank you." Then she went to shower. I turned to look at Jess, and discovered that she had taken her pants and her underwear off. "My turn," she said with a grin, and grabbed me by the hand to walk me into the shower. Just before I entered the shower, I turned my head toward Jay just in time to see her without her towel. She did not know I was looking at her, and I could see she was quite pale, but she have very nice breasts, and a surprisingly well-shaped ass. She was bending when I turned back to look at Jess. She turned the water on and wet herself, then faced me. She wrapped her arms around my neck so that she could press her chest to me, and pulled her lips to mine. I embraced her, and slid my hands down to her ass. This girl was almost as horny as Lizzie was. And she was small too, so I could lift her and hold her against the wall. I felt my cock enter her from below without needing to be guided in, and she was very tight and wet. She struck me as a girl who liked it kinda rough, and I couldn't have been more spot on. She was grabbing my hair and screaming by the time I was pounding her the hardest. I was going quicker and rougher than ever when out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone watching us again. She was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, and I thought it was Jay leaving at first, but then I slowed my movements enough to realize it was Rea. I could not see her expression from where I was, but she left moments later. I wanted to finish, so I intensified everything I was doing. She had several orgasms in the ten minutes or so that I fucked her, and when I came, it felt almost as intense as it was when I fucked Lizzie. I pulled out and was going to just come on the ground but I felt her hand cup my penis gently, waiting for me. I came into her hand, and as if she was giving me a treat, she smeared it on her tits for me while I still held her up against the wall. She smiled again and I kissed her. I let her down, and she sat slumped against the wall, her pussy still throbbing. She had a look of gratitude when her eyes met mine. I rinsed myself off, then before I stepped out of the shower, I caught the gaze of Jay. She was on her way out. She looked me up and down and looked at the exhausted Jess on the floor, and then left in a huff. Jess had not moved from her spot. I decided to go and kiss her again, and I watched Nicole for a moment, who was still showering. I kissed her as well, and then put my clothes on and went back to my cabin. I was worried that Rea was going to be angry, and I didn't expect to see her in my bed. When I got into the bed, though, she turned to face me and I realized that she was completely naked. * Just when I thought the night couldn't get any stranger... "I thought..." "I'm not saying I want to have sex. I just like to sleep naked. It's more comfortable." I didn't believe her. "Rea, why don't you level with me. I hope you don't think this is what you have to do to get my attention." "No, it's not that. I know all I would have to do is say so." "What is it then? Does sex make you nervous or something?" "No. I mean, it has been a while, there's no lie there." She was downplaying the importance of this. "And I mean... years." I could feel a change in her voice. "Well it's ok, really. I was just worried you would hate me for... you know..." "Oh that? Those girls are crazy horny. I would have been surprised if you did nothing. I thought it was kinda hot actually." Then she looked up, like she just let out a secret by accident. Suddenly, it all made sense. Why she undressed for me. Why she is cool with me sleeping with Lizzie and Jess. And why she wanted to know about Jay and I. "Really?" She grinned and tried to deflect. "Do you like to watch?" She suddenly became a completely different person. It was like seeing her possessed by some spirit that made her every movement sensual in some way, but very subtle. "Well I don't know. Maybe." I moved to look at her more clearly, and I exaggerated my movements to emphasize my shock. She laughed, as I hoped she would. After a moment, she asked me something unexpected: "Why don't you want to have sex with Jay?" "That's an odd question. I already told you, she seems... just sad." "Nicole was sad too, though." "You saw that too?" She grinned. That was when I became aware that I was rock hard, yet again. "You should." "Should what?" "Go find Jay." Her eyes told me what she was really asking. She wanted to watch me fuck Jay. "Are you serious?" She put her hand on my chest next to my collar bone. It was the most sensual touch I had ever felt from her, and my penis was already aching once again for her. "It's four days until Christmas, and I don't think she has anyone. It's probably why she's so desperate. You should do it for her." She caressed my cheek and said, "And yes, I wanna watch." * Jay didn't hear me come in, so I had to nudge her awake. Her immediate response was a mixture of fear and anger, but I put a finger to my lips to silence her. I unzipped her sleeping bag and slipped my hand in. She now looked confused, but then jerked a bit when my ice-cold hand touched her belly. I slid it up her pajama top and felt the soft, fair-sized breast in my hand. I leaned in to kiss her, and began to play with her nipple when I did. She started to moan. I pulled back to look at her, then slid my hand into her pj's and felt her pussy. It was becoming wet this time, but slowly. I rubbed it gently while she closed her eyes and moaned some more. I looked up and out the window directly behind Jay's pillow. Rea was outside in the cold, but I could see excitement in her eyes. Especially when Jay reached into my pj's and pulled out my penis, and started rubbing it. Then, it was in full swing. Her pussy was now wet, and so I took my clothes off and removed her bottoms. I got in the sleeping bag and helped her out of her top as well. I let the warmth of her body warm my still cold skin. Keep Them Warm As I kissed her and positioned myself, she felt every poke of my penis on her vagina, and I saw the response in her eyes. She had never been more excited in her life. Then I guided it in. It felt like it could be wetter, so I went back to toying her pussy with it, and I started whipering things like, "Do you want it? Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you." It worked like a charm, because I slid it back in with ease. I moved it in and out very slowly, and she responded to every move. As I did, I looked up at Rea and grinned. She was most certainly very cold, and I could imagine her wanting to masturbate, but she was still enjoying it. But before long, she motioned for me to move it along. And so I sat up to get a better position, then made very quick and deep thrusts. Rea was ecstatic, as she had a very clear view of everything. And I could see Jay's body clearly, too. The cold began to chill us both, but my thrusts kept us both warm enough. I was grabbing her tits when I felt her coming. When she came, I picked up speed. I sustained it for almost a full minute, and she screamed very loudly. I was looking into Rea's eyes, and I hoped that I was telling her that I would do the same to her. When it was over, she asked, "What about you?" "I would be surprised if I could come again. It would be the fourth today." The truth is that I probably could if I wanted to, but I was anxious to be back in bed with Rea, who was almost certainly going to let me fuck her now. I could see it in her eyes. I gave Jay another long kiss, and she had a tear in her eye. She thanked me, and said it meant a lot. Anything I needed, she told me. I just told her to think of me on Christmas, and made a joke about masturbating to me if she needed to. She laughed. * I was cold when I got back to the cabin, but Rea was positively freezing. I threw a couple of logs on the fire -- more than it probably needed -- and then helped her out of her several layers of clothes. When she and I were down to just underwear, she put her hands around my waist and pulled me in. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. At last, the only woman I truly wanted was now mine. I imagined every moment stretched out before me in slow motion. Every piece of clothing dropping to the floor, every touch. The moment I got to feel her hand on my penis for the first time. As the fire grew and warmed the cabin, she took off the rest of my clothes and I took off the rest of hers. We stood naked for a moment, looking at each other, waiting for the first movement from the other. I would touch her pussy, but would I do it before she touched my penis? Suddenly, it didn't matter. I couldn't even wait for the foreplay. I didn't want to come in her mouth and she didn't want to wait for me to be inside her. I pushed her down onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs. Finally, here she was. About to receive me. Rea. The smart, mature, classy lady who had a secret. The lady who let me know her secret, and let me make her wet because of it. The lady who was freezing and waiting for me to warm her up, who knows that no other woman compares in my eyes. She knows this, and doesn't need to see my cock to know it wants her. Even now, as she looks into my eyes, she is aware of it touching her. She is not impatient, and she does not ask. Still, she signals her desire. Her breathing, her grip on my shoulder, her steadfast gaze. She doesn't need me, but can't ignore me. Few men ever know her as I'm about to know her. I'm the one for her right now. She knows she hasn't made a mistake. She tightens her jaw and lets out a gentle gasp as I enter her. She was tighter and wetter than all the other girls that day. For a moment, I would have thought she had never had sex by the way she was responding. Then, it was clear. She was letting out a new secret: She's wanted me badly, and she's probably wanted me all week. I picked up my speed only slightly, and she came. As if to respond to my amazement, she said, "Sorry, I did say it's been a while." "Well if that's true, then boy does Santa have some presents for you." I started to fuck her again, and I didn't let up until she came a second time, and then a third. I was very grateful that I had already come three times that day, because I was able to make it last for a while. I tried a couple of positions, and lost track of how many times she came. Finally, she was ready to make me come. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on. She was not manic like Lizzie or rough like Jess, and she certainly didn't have Jay's lack of sexual prowess. She was just Rea. Happy, classy, sexy Rea. She pulled her hair over to one side and I could see her tits better. She leaned down until I could feel her tits touching my chest. She was so happy with me inside her, she kissed me and said, "Now I want you to come. I'm on the pill, so you can come inside me." She started fucking me slowly, and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to until she did some things I didn't expect. She caressed my chest with her fingernails, and she reached around and tickled my balls. I felt a further stiffening in my cock, and it appeared as though she felt it too. She knew this was enough. She leaned in so we touched noses and her nipples teased my chest. She started using her hips more and making vertical movements, using her muscles to grip my cock more and more with each thrust. She was making it happen. I was going to come. As if she knew what I was thinking, she shot me a look that said You doubted me? She did not change her position or even her gaze until I came. "That's it," she said as we felt it coming. "That's it, I want to see you come. It feels so good, doesn't it? Come on... Mmm..." And that was it. I let it come, and enjoyed it. And she liked seeing me enjoy it. There's nothing like seeing a woman like Rea smiling down at you because your come is pouring into her. Then, she lay on top of me with me still inside her. I could have stayed there forever. Then a chill made us both get under the covers, and she draped a leg over my hip and put her head on my chest as before. We didn't say a word more to each other. She placed her hand on my penis and I let her. She drifted off to sleep, and after we had completely warmed each other's bodies, I followed her.