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Good Man in a Bad Time
by Pasego (pasego05@hotmail.com)

***

A heartbroken girl is saved from an auto wreck in the 
mountains and taken to her rescuer's cabin. There she 
discovers love is not lost, it was merely misplaced. 
(MF, 1st, rom)

***

Natalie dropped her car down to second gear as the 
mountain road became steeper. It was snowing hard by 
now, and with night quickly approaching it was almost 
impossible to see the small signs put up at every 
crossroads. And, she admitted to herself, the tears 
weren't helping her visibility either. It was too 
painful to think about why she was crying, but the past 
two days kept replaying themselves in her head like a 
broken record she couldn't switch off no matter how 
hard she tried. As the snow started settling on the 
road her mind flashed back yet again to the events of 
that morning and the day before it. 

She had seen her parents off at Denver International 
Airport the day before – they were embarking on a 
month-long trip to Sydney in celebration of their 
twentieth wedding anniversary. Natalie was happy for 
them; they were hard-working and had never had a real 
vacation together. Still, she couldn't help but feel a 
twinge of jealousy that she couldn't come along and 
soak up some sun as well. However, there were certain 
compensations to having the house all to herself, and 
spending uninterrupted time with her boyfriend was one 
of them. 

Natalie had been going out with Nathan for almost a 
year; they'd started dating right before high-school 
graduation and were taking most of their community 
college courses together. But in a year she had never 
had sex with him, had never even let him slide his hand 
beneath her skirt. He had been patient with her at 
first, but in the past few months their relationship 
had gotten strained. Every time they went out now he 
would ask some variation of the same thing. 

"Come on Natalie, it only hurts the first time."

And, "Why don't we go back to my house baby? My parents 
aren't home all night."

And finally, "Damn it Natalie! You're such a little 
tease. Most other couple's our age are doing it, why 
should you hold out?"

He had asked that one on their last date after he had 
asked her to go the "The Hill" with him and she'd said 
no. "The Hill" was a spot that overlooked the city and 
was a famous (or infamous depending on who was talking 
about it) place to find teens in a "less than decent" 
position. 

She had apologized to Nathan, but she couldn't answer 
his question. Why was she holding out? The most obvious 
answer was that she was scared, but she also had to 
admit to herself that it wasn't just that. Whenever she 
thought about having sex with Nathan, it had just felt 
wrong... which really didn't make sense, did it? she 
thought. He was her boyfriend, she should like the idea 
of making love to him, it should excite her. But it 
didn't. Still, she knew if she didn't give in to him 
soon his frustration and anger would end their 
relationship. 

As she went to bed that night in the empty house, 
Natalie began to hatch a plan for a weekend with 
Nathan. Her parents owned a small two bedroom cabin up 
in the Rocky Mountains. It was Natalie's favorite place 
to go -- the scenery was beautiful all year long, there 
was a small river by their cabin, and it exuded a peace 
and privacy she didn't feel existed in the city. Maybe 
if she were up there with Nathan she would be able to 
push her doubt and fear into the far recesses of her 
mind and finally give him what she knew he wanted. Her 
mind made up, she set her alarm clock and fell asleep.

When she woke up the next morning the weather was cold 
and frosty and the weather-man said there was a high 
chance of heavy snow later in the afternoon. She packed 
accordingly, adding a heavy sweater and second coat to 
the clothes she'd shoved in a duffle bag. Her packing 
complete, she made a quick trip to the grocery store to 
pick up some food that would keep well for the three 
hour drive up the mountain and the weekend at the 
cabin. 

As she wandered the large department store she found 
herself in a section of lingerie. She had packed warm 
flannel pajamas for the cold December nights, but maybe 
Nathan would prefer if she brought a couple of "sexy" 
nighties along too. A particularly pretty lavender set 
caught her eye and she grabbed it on impulse along with 
a black slinky night dress in her size. Throwing them 
in the cart without even trying them on, Natalie 
hurried to the check out at the front of the store. If 
they fit, great. If not, Nathan would never know she 
had bought them. 

The guy at the register was not much older than 
Natalie, and as he scanned the lingerie he smirked 
unattractively, "Big weekend with your boyfriend?"

Natalie was mortified to have been asked such a 
personal question, but keeping her cool responded, "My 
girlfriend actually, and I'm sure your manager wouldn't 
be happy if I told him you were making inappropriate 
comments to customers instead of doing your job." 

The jerk's mouth dropped open but nothing came out. 
Shaking his head in disbelief he finished tallying her 
things in silence and stammered out the total. When 
she'd put it on her credit card he asked, "Do you, err, 
need help to your car?" 

Natalie couldn't help it, she laughed. "Help from you? 
You have got to be kidding me!" 

Still laughing, she walked away just as he muttered 
"Jeeze, I have to ask that question to every customer!"

Once home, Natalie packed the food and drinks into a 
cooler, grabbed her duffle bag, and placed it all in 
the large cargo space of her Volvo wagon. She left a 
message on her parent's cell phone, telling them she 
would be spending a few days with her best friend 
Stephanie. She felt a little guilty about the lie, but 
she knew Steph would back her up, and she could hardly 
tell her parents her real intention. She looked around 
the empty house, and satisfied she hadn't forgotten 
anything, locked it and headed for Nathan's. 

As she pulled up to the large Tudor style house Natalie 
was surprised that Nathan's car wasn't the only one in 
the drive. Parked next to the small black Saab was 
Stephanie's Toyota Corona. It was winter break, but was 
there some sort of assignment she was supposed to be 
working on with them that she forgot about? Walking in 
without bothering to knock, Natalie looked around the 
empty living room, then turned and headed up the 
stairs. "Maybe they're studying upstairs in his room," 
she said naively to herself as she reached the landing. 
But as she swung open the door, she realized that what 
her best friend and boyfriend were doing on Nathan's 
bed wasn't something they had covered last semester.

As the guilty party looked up in surprise, Natalie took 
in the scene as if it were a movie set in slow motion. 
Stephanie on all fours facing the foot of the bed, her 
bottom high in the air and her naked breasts flushed. 
Nathan, positioned behind Steph, both hands on her hips 
and obviously deep inside her. Nathan's expression was 
one of pure horror at being caught, Stephanie's was a 
strange mixture of guilt and relief. As the two 
disentangled from each other and started grabbing their 
clothes off the floor, Natalie could only look on in 
silent disbelief. 

Once she got her panties and tee shirt back on, Steph 
was the first to make an attempt at conversation. "I'm 
so, so sorry Natalie. I came over to Nathan's house 
looking for you and it just sort of happened..." 
Stephanie trailed off as Natalie shook her head. 

"You were always a bad liar Steph. I just can't believe 
you would do this to me." She looked at Nathan, who had 
pulled on his boxers and was struggling to untangle his 
inside-out football jersey -- the one she had gotten 
him for his birthday. Her eyes swam with unshed tears 
and all she could do was leave. She turned and ran down 
the stairs, not stopping when she heard Nathan's shout 
to wait up. She pushed out the front door and was 
fumbling with her keys when Nathan grabbed her arm and 
spun her around.

"Damn Natalie, I said to wait. I can explain, I really 
can." 

Natalie laughed as the tears finally spilled over and 
streamed down her face. "What is there to explain 
Nathan? You were having sex with my best friend. If you 
were going to cheat on me, couldn't it at least have 
been with some girl I didn't know?"

"We never meant for it to happen!" Nathan protested, 
"But she came by and we both sort of... well we... shit 
Natalie, what do you want me to say?"

"How long?" she asked him bleakly. "How long have you 
two been doing this behind my back? Don't bother lying 
to me Nathan, I can tell this isn't the first time it's 
happened. It was written all over Steph's face."

Nathan looked away, and she thought he wasn't going to 
answer. But as they stood there in the driveway, the 
wind starting up around them, he finally whispered 
"Three months."

"Three months," Natalie thought, "Right after he really 
started pressuring me to do it with him. I guess he 
found someone else more willing." 

"I see," she said aloud. As she turned back to the car 
he grabbed her arm again. 

"It's not my fault you know. If you had just been less 
of a frigid bitch I wouldn't have had to -" 

SMACK! The sound rang out clearly in the air as Nathan 
grabbed his face in pained surprise. Natalie wanted to 
scream and rage at him, tell him if he had been that 
unhappy he could have broken up with her, or really 
talked to her... or something besides sleeping with her 
best friend. But she didn't think she could ever truly 
convey to him the magnitude of her hurt, so she got 
into the car and slammed the door. Nathan didn't try to 
stop her as she reversed down the driveway, and as she 
drove away the last thing she saw was Stephanie coming 
out of the house and tentatively reaching out to him.

Without any clear knowledge of having made the 
decision, Natalie had found herself at the foothills of 
the Rockies and heading up the road that would take her 
to the cabin. She wanted the time away -- she certainly 
did not want to be at her house for the next few days. 
She knew if she stayed there that Nathan would try to 
call, that Steph would come to the door and beg to talk 
to her... and she just wasn't emotionally prepared to 
deal with either one of them for a while. 

***

Which brought her back to the present, and the fact 
that she wasn't quite sure whether or not this road was 
the right one to the cabin. Visibility was decreasing 
by the minute and Natalie knew she couldn't afford to 
get lost in a blizzard. Leaning over, she opened the 
glove box and started shuffling through the maps. 
Finding the correct one she opened it one-handedly and 
quickly glanced at the route her parents had 
highlighted years ago on their first excursion up here. 
Yes, there it was... she was on the right road and 
would be turning left in a few miles. She was searching 
for the road name on the map when movement out of the 
corner of her eye caught her attention. 

 She looked up just as the deer sprinted into the 
middle of the road. As the doe stopped and looked at 
the oncoming car in a state of frozen terror, Natalie 
couldn't think - all she could do was react. She turned 
the wheel hard to the left, narrowly missing the guard 
rail at the side of the road. As her car went down a 
narrow slope, the only thing Natalie could see was the 
large Evergreen looming up out of the growing darkness. 
When her head hit the steering wheel a mere three 
seconds later, she couldn't see anything at all.

***


"Hey, hey there... it's okay, you're safe." The deep 
voice filtered in through the fog that seemed to have 
invaded Natalie's brain. She opened her eyes slowly and 
could just make out a blurry but unmistakably concerned 
face above her. When a large, black head appeared next 
to the face, she gave up her struggle for consciousness 
and slipped back down into a mercifully dreamless 
sleep.

When Natalie opened her eyes the next morning, it was 
to find herself alone in a cozily warm cabin room. At 
first glance she thought she had ended up at her 
parent's cabin somehow, but on further inspection she 
realized that nothing in the room belonged to her 
family. When she sat up the room spun crazily and a 
wave of nausea passed over her. Her head ached and 
reaching up, she felt the large swell at the top of her 
forehead. "The steering wheel..." she murmured to 
herself. Cautiously she slipped out of the large bed 
and stood a little unsteadily. Looking down she 
realized she was dressed only in a man's oversize 
shirt. In embarrassment she grabbed the quilt from the 
bed and wrapped it around herself. Feeling slightly 
less exposed she opened the door to the bedroom and 
stepped out. 

She found herself in a large living room that also 
served as a kitchen. It was empty, so she turned around 
to search the rest of the cabin. All she found was a 
tiny bathroom, and it too was vacant. She rushed back 
to the main room of the cabin and looked out the 
window. The sky was extremely overcast, and the storm 
had dropped well over two feet of snow. Not seeing 
anyone in the immediate vicinity and growing 
increasingly uneasy about being left alone in a small 
cabin in the middle of nowhere, all she could do was 
sit on the couch and wait. 

As it was, she hadn't been sitting there long when the 
door crashed open and a large man walked through. 
Natalie jumped up, startled, and blurted out "Where 
were you?" Immediately she blushed, embarrassed that 
that was the first thing she'd said to the person who 
had most likely saved her life. 

The man looked almost as startled by her outburst as 
she had been at his sudden appearance in the doorway. 
"I'm sorry. I wouldn't have left you alone except I 
honestly didn't think you'd wake up until this 
afternoon sometime. I went to get your things." It was 
only then Natalie noticed he was wearing humongous 
snowshoes and had her duffle bag slung over one 
shoulder, her cooler in the other hand. Depositing them 
on the ground next to the fireplace he bent to un-strap 
the snowshoes. Propping them up against the wall he 
turned back to the open cabin door and let out a 
piercing whistle. Less than ten seconds later a large 
black Labrador came streaming through the door. From 
his shoulders downwards he was covered in bits of snow, 
which he commenced to vigorously shake off.

Natalie was edging away from him, partly because he was 
so big, partly because he had doused the quilt with a 
fair bit of the wet powder. The man saw this and said 
scoldingly, "Cujo, be a gentleman!" 

Natalie took another healthy step backwards. "You named 
your dog Cujo?" 

The man grinned at her. "Well he's got some white 
markings on his muzzle that sort of make it look like 
he's foaming at the mouth. And besides, he's big enough 
to be a "Cujo" anyways. Don't worry though, he's 
harmless. Are you afraid of dogs?" 

Natalie looked again at the Lab, who was now happily 
settled by the fire, tail thumping crazily on the 
floor. "Not exactly," she muttered. She looked at the 
man, who was studying her as if she was some wild thing 
he had taken in and didn't know quite what to do with. 
Finally she managed to ask "Um, would you mind if I 
took a shower and changed into some clothes?" She 
gestured to the quilt, "as you can see I'm not exactly 
decent."

The man blushed. "I'm really sorry about that... when I 
got you back here you were pretty wet, and I had to 
remove your clothes and get you dressed in something 
dry so you wouldn't get hypothermia...anyway, of course 
you can use the shower, help yourself." He picked up 
her duffle bag and handed it to her. 

Taking it from him she said "Thank you...?" 

"Jeff," he finished for her. 

"Thank you, Jeff. And I'm Natalie." He nodded and she 
headed to the bathroom as quickly as she could, which 
considering she was holding the quilt protectively 
around her while being thrown off balance by the large 
duffle bag, was admittedly not very fast.

The hot shower had a wonderful recuperative effect, 
though Natalie had to be careful not to touch the 
swelling on her forehead, which still hurt badly. When 
she'd dried off she quickly pulled on her favorite pair 
of jeans and her college sweatshirt, then steeled 
herself to look in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy, but 
the nasty bruise on her forehead took precedence, and 
after a few minutes she found a way to brush her hair 
so that it hid a fair bit of the bump. Feeling more 
presentable and less like a homeless stray, she exited 
the bathroom and made her way back to the front of the 
cabin. 

The man (Jeff, she reminded herself) had shed his 
winter coat and boots, and she realized with those 
articles of clothing gone he was not half as bulky or 
foreboding as first he had seemed. He was crouched in 
front of the fire, and as she watched he stirred it and 
threw on another log. When he stood she stepped further 
into the room. Turning around, he caught sight of her 
and veritably started; he was obviously a bit taken 
aback by her transformation. 

However, before either of them could say something she 
was ambushed by Cujo, who had trotted out from the 
bedroom and was now weaving happy circles around her, 
tongue lolling as he waited for praise. Cautiously 
Natalie gave him a pat, and when all she got in return 
was an enthusiastic hand-lick, she figured he was 
probably not really a vicious St. Bernard with Rabies.

Jeff seemed exasperated by his dog's lack of manners 
and taking him by the collar hauled him away from 
Natalie. "Why don't you come sit down," he offered, 
gesturing toward the couch. "Would you like some 
coffee, tea?"

"Do you have hot chocolate?" Natalie asked, settling 
down on an over-stuffed cushion. 

Jeff nodded, "I'm pretty sure I do. Let me just make 
some up, then we'll have a little talk." 

Natalie watched him bustle around the kitchen, grabbing 
a pan to warm the milk and switching the coffee-maker 
on. He was really quite handsome, she decided, with his 
disheveled sandy hair, strong jaw, and broad shoulders. 
His face had laugh lines, but there was also a sadness 
she could detect lurking beneath the surface. He sat 
down on the couch a polite distance from her and handed 
her a mug. 

"Thank you," she murmured, blowing on the steaming 
contents. 

"You're welcome." He took a sip of his own coffee, then 
fiddled with the mug. "Do you want to tell me what 
happened out there?"

Natalie took a gulp of her drink, then choked a bit on 
the burning liquid. When she felt she could talk 
without spluttering, she said, "I was driving up to my 
parent's cabin for the weekend. The storm started and I 
could barely see what road I was on. I looked down at 
my map, and when I looked up again there was a deer in 
the middle of the road. I swerved around her and... 
well I don't really remember the rest, just waking up 
here." 

"You're not supposed to swerve around deer you know," 
he lectured her, "If you can't brake safely, the best 
thing to do is hit it."

"I know that," Natalie retorted, a bit annoyed at being 
treated like a five-year-old. "But in that split second 
I looked in her eyes, I couldn't bring myself to do 
anything else. Can you say for certain you would have 
plowed into her?"

Jeff shook his head, "In theory, I'd say yes, but never 
having actually been in that situation, I guess I don't 
for certain what my reaction would be."

Feeling vindicated, Natalie nodded. "How did you find 
me anyway? And how did I get back here?"

"Well, Cujo and I were securing a few things around the 
outside of the cabin, it was getting extremely windy 
and I knew a big storm was coming. You must have hit 
that tree pretty hard, and with the wind blowing in my 
direction I could hear the impact clearly. I grabbed a 
sled and my snowshoes and started walking down the 
road. I could see where your car had skidded, and I 
found you unconscious against the steering wheel. I put 
you on the sled and got back to the cabin. That's how 
you got wet. I couldn't feel any broken bones, but 
there was nothing to do for your head except keep you 
flat and warm... and hope you would wake up. 
Concussions can be tricky things, you're actually very 
lucky it wasn't worse."

"I wasn't going all that fast," Natalie murmured, then 
added, "thank you Jeff, you saved my life."

Jeff looked uncomfortable. "Don't mention it, I'm just 
sorry I couldn't do anything about your car." 

Natalie started. "My Volvo? How bad is it?"

"Let's just say I hope your parents have insurance."

This last bit of news was the straw that broke the 
camel's back, and before Natalie could stop them tears 
were running down her cheeks. She tried to gulp back a 
sob but it escaped and she hid her face in her hands. 
She felt Jeff shift on the couch and awkwardly start to 
pat her back. "Shhh it's okay. It's just a car... I'm 
sure your parents will be much more relieved that your 
safe than anything else."

"It's not just that," Natalie sniffled. 

"What then?" Jeff asked softly, still rubbing her back. 

Between gulps of air and little hiccups, Natalie 
blurted out the whole story of the surprise trip she 
had planned for her and Nathan and the discovery of his 
betrayal. She didn't know why she was confiding all 
this to someone who was practically a stranger, but the 
more she talked, the more it felt as if some tremendous 
pressure inside her was finally being released. Jeff 
listened silently and sympathetically, and Cujo, 
perhaps sensing feminine distress, laid his head in her 
lap. The sensation was oddly comforting, and Natalie 
began to pet the dog gently. When she was finished, 
Jeff shook his head. 

"Listen sweetie, I'm sorry this happened to you - that 
Nathan sounds like a real prick - but believe me when I 
say you're better off with a small heartbreak now than 
if it had taken you much longer to discover how he 
really is. Just think, what if you had wasted your time 
for two, three more years and then found out he was 
cheating? It would have been a useless way to have 
spent your life. And you are far too intelligent to do 
that." He hugged her impulsively. 

Natalie gave him a watery attempt at a smile. "Thank 
you Jeff, you're probably right. I think deep down I 
knew he wasn't right for me, that's why I waited so 
long to... well, that's why I waited. Now I'm really 
glad I did." 

Jeff nodded. "Well, enough of this for now. You must be 
getting hungry. I'm not sure if you'll like anything I 
have here to eat, but maybe I can find something."

"Do you like pasta?" Natalie interrupted. 

"Love it," Jeff answered. "Why?"

"That cooler you brought in for me, it has all the 
ingredients for spaghetti in it. Plus marshmallows to 
toast for dessert. I was going to cook it at my cabin, 
but I can't think of anything I'd like more than to 
make some for you. It's the least I can do after 
everything you've done for me."

"Well, it sounds great, but are you sure you want to 
cook? I don't mind doing it at all."

Natalie was already off the couch and retrieving the 
cooler. "Just show me where the pans are." 

Jeff gave her a short tutorial of the kitchen and 
having nothing else to do but wait, he opened a bottle 
of sparkling wine and sat back down on the sofa. As he 
sipped he snatched glances at Natalie, who was bustling 
around the stove as if she'd used it all her life. From 
the safe vantage of across the room, he allowed his 
gaze to wander to her bottom. He admired how her jeans 
hugged that curvy little asset, and the way they 
tapered with the flow of her legs. Her hair fell to her 
shoulders in a dark-brown wave, but he could just see 
the glints of copper whenever flickering light from the 
fire hit it. Her face was heart-shaped and he thought 
she had the prettiest hazel eyes he had ever seen. The 
swell of her breasts was quite enticing, and so deep 
was he in his reverie he didn't hear her when she first 
said his name. 

"Jeff? Did you hear me? Dinner's ready." Natalie sat 
down at the table, and snapping out of his haze he 
grabbed the wine bottle and joined her. 

"This looks delicious," he said, studying the meal in 
front of him, "would you like some wine?" 

"That's against the law you know," she said sternly, 
then wrecked it by smiling. "Maybe just a glass would 
be nice." 

He poured another glass halfway and handed it to her. 
She sipped delicately and smiled again. "Yum." 

He laughed and they ate their pasta in companionable 
silence for a few minutes. Finally Natalie said, "So 
I've told you why I'm here, but what about you? Why are 
you secluded in this cabin in the middle of nowhere?" 
She could tell right away from his face that she had 
touched a nerve. "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I 
shouldn't have asked."

"No, that's okay," Jeff shrugged. "It's not much of a 
story really. I was married to a woman named Cheryl for 
five years. We were both into traveling, but after a 
while I felt the urge to settle down and have a child. 
Cheryl wasn't interested. She said it would end our 
freedom and she wasn't ready for it. I didn't push the 
issue, but as another year went by and I turned thirty-
five, I really felt my biological clock was ticking. I 
know, that's funny for a guy to say, but it was true. I 
asked Cheryl again, but her feelings hadn't changed. 
Things got strained and one night we finally had a big 
fight. She walked out and I never saw her again. She 
sent the divorce papers through the mail, along with a 
forwarding address. She wanted me to ship all her 
stuff. I signed the papers, packed my own things, and 
left. I wasn't about to pick up after her. I found this 
cabin a few weeks later and the idea of seclusion 
appealed to me."

"How long have you been living here?" Natalie asked. 

"Two years now. I run a small business online, so I can 
live anywhere I want, and I go down to Boulder twice a 
month to pick up supplies. But besides that, it's just 
Cujo and me." he tried to smile, but it didn't quite 
reach his eyes. 

"I'm sorry about your wife. Now I understand what you 
mean about wasted time. But staying up here isn't the 
best way to move on with your life. I mean, if you want 
children you have to get back out there and actually 
meet someone."

"I know. Every time the season changes, I tell myself I 
have to go back into the world and start again... but 
then I don't know if I'm ready to put my heart back on 
the line." 

Natalie smiled. "So basically we're both runaways."

Jeff laughed. "Yeah, I guess we are." He noticed her 
empty glass, "would you like some more wine?" 

"Sure. It's really nice." Once she was cradling the 
refilled glass, Jeff made himself busy by insisting on 
doing the dishes. By the time he was done Natalie was 
on her third glass and seemed to be in a happier mood 
than he had yet had the pleasure of seeing. Grabbing 
the mostly empty bottle from it's place beside her 
glass, he eyed her warily. 

"Have you ever drunk wine before?" he asked hopefully. 

"Yep... at my eighteenth birthday party Dad said I 
could have some," she giggled. 

"How much did you drink then?" Jeff asked. 

"One glass. I was giggling so much by the end of it Dad 
said I'd had quite enough. It was so unfair," she 
giggled again. 

"One glass?" he asked incredulously, "and you've had 
what now, three?"

Natalie nodded guiltily. "Lord," he muttered, then, 
"come on then, let's get you to the bed while you can 
still walk." 

Natalie stood as if to prove she could indeed still 
walk, but the room was swaying so much she almost fell 
to one side. Grabbing her before she could achieve a 
second concussion, Jeff led her to the bedroom. "Can 
you manage from here all right?" he asked.

Natalie nodded. "Thank you Jeff, it was really nice 
talking to you." 

He meant to leave her, but she was smiling at him so 
prettily he just couldn't help himself. Leaning down he 
gave her a chaste kiss. She appeared startled but 
returned it with one of her own. He was tempted to see 
how much further she was willing to go, but remembered 
himself. She was barely what could be termed an adult, 
she was vulnerable from her ordeal, and she was more 
than a little tipsy. He couldn't take advantage of 
that. 

"Goodnight," he whispered, and left so suddenly Natalie 
was startled. She haphazardly tugged off her jeans and 
crawled into the large bed, not sure what had just 
happened. She tried to think more about it, but 
exhaustion and the wine were tugging her down into a 
deep sleep. 

***

Natalie didn't know how he had come back into the room 
without her hearing, but she wasn't all that surprised 
to find Jeff in the bed with her. His lips found hers 
again and she snuggled into his warmth, comforted in a 
way she had never been before. His hands were gently 
exploring the curves of her body, and when his palm 
rested on her right breast she sighed happily. He 
started massaging it, his thumb running over her erect 
nipple. His other hand had gone to the apex of her 
thighs, and without hesitation she opened her legs for 
him. 

The first stroke of his hand on her panty-clad pussy 
was pure torture and she moaned and wriggled. Taking 
that as an invitation to continue, he slipped his hand 
beneath the elastic band and gently eased a finger 
inside her. She arched against him, feeling the swell 
of his erection on her tummy. 

Reaching down, she grasped the hem of her sweatshirt 
and pulled it over her head. His mouth immediately 
found a nipple and he laved it with his tongue. 
Moaning, she put her hand on his head, encouraging him 
to continue. His other hand was stroking her clit now, 
and with a moaning shudder she came, the pleasure 
washing over her in waves...

 ***

The insistent knocking on the door caused Natalie to 
jerk awake, and she realized in embarrassment that her 
hand was well down in her panties. In her sleep she had 
been masturbating while she dreamed. Extricating the 
errant hand, she just had time to make herself decent 
before Jeff walked in. 

"Natalie, are you okay? I heard groaning sounds and 
thought you might be in pain." 

Natalie was glad the dark room hid her blush. "No, I'm 
okay. I was just dreaming. Sorry to worry you." 

Jeff came further into the room and sat on the edge of 
the bed. "I'm glad you're okay. Listen, about 
earlier... I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have kissed 
you like that. You put your trust in me and I took 
advantage of you." 

Natalie frowned, trying to work out what he was saying. 
In the aftermath of her dream she had all but forgotten 
their real kiss. "Oh," she said, finally recalling, 
"no, please don't apologize Jeff... I wanted you to." 
As she said the words she realized they were true. She 
did want Jeff to kiss her... and more. For no reason 
she could fully explain to herself, he made her feel 
loved and wanted in a way Nathan never had. Their age 
gap was a plus to her way of thinking. She'd take 
maturity over adolescent idiocy any day. "In fact," she 
heard herself saying, "I'd very much like it if you 
kissed me again... please." 

Jeff didn't need to be asked twice, and cupping her 
cheek he brought her face to his. This wasn't the 
chaste kiss of a few hours ago, but a deep, powerful 
kiss that made her pulse race. She wrapped her arms 
around him and returned the kiss. Experimentally he 
explored her mouth with his tongue, and when she 
tentatively opened for him he tasted the sweet 
aftermath of the sparkling wine. 

So engrossed were they, Natalie found herself prone on 
the bed with Jeff balancing on top of her. Without 
breaking the kiss she felt his hand start to gently 
explore her body in much the same way as he had in her 
dream. As his hand found and cupped her breast, she 
murmured unintelligibly. While busily strumming her 
nipple to erection, she felt his other hand find the 
front of her panties. He seemed a bit hesitant to 
transgress that particular barrier, so she helped him 
along by grabbing his hand in hers and pressing it 
directly against her pussy. 

She could sense his surprise, but he certainly didn't 
hesitate to start stroking her. She moaned and fumbled 
to pull off her sweatshirt. She desperately needed his 
hand on her bare breasts. She received more than that 
when his mouth latched onto her nipple and began a 
gentle suck that she was sure was meant to drive her 
absolutely crazy. 

Added to that was him gently pulling down her panties, 
his fingers brushing teasingly against the small thatch 
of hair he had uncovered. 

Natalie was not altogether sure she wanted him looking 
at her naked pussy, but he maintained complete respect 
for her, and locking eyes with her, he gently slid a 
finger into her opening. They groaned simultaneously. 
"God Natalie," he murmured, "you are so wet." 

She was almost embarrassed by the statement, but the 
look in his eyes told her plainly that it was a 
compliment. After a few moments of exploration he added 
another digit to the one already in her pussy. She felt 
slightly stretched, but the feeling was not altogether 
unpleasant. Of course, this was heavily aided by the 
fact that he had recommenced the gentle licking and 
sucking of her nipples. She threw her head back in 
pleasure, overwhelmed by the signals being sent to her 
by all points of her body's compass. 

As for Jeff, his fingers had reached the barrier that 
was her hymen, and he was unsure of how to proceed. He 
wanted more than anything to be the first man Natalie 
made love to, but didn't want to assume she was ready 
for that. Still, he knew he had to ask. 

"Can I make love to you sweetie? I promise I'll be as 
gentle as possible but it will mostly likely hurt you 
this time around. I'm afraid it's unavoidable." 

Natalie, lost in pleasure, was surprised he thought he 
even needed to ask. She opened her eyes and found him 
gazing at her. She nodded. "You're the only person I 
would trust in the world to do it. Just please be 
careful." 

"Don't worry sweetie, I will," he assured her. Then he 
grabbed the pillow she wasn't using from the head of 
the bed. "Turn on your tummy, Natalie, and I'll put 
this under your hips." 

She looked a bit uncertain. "You're not going to spank 
me, are you?"

Jeff almost groaned aloud at the prospect, but managed 
to choke out, "No, I'm not going to spank you Natalie, 
it just may be more comfortable if your first time is 
on your tummy." 

"Oh," she said, blushing. Nervously she turned on her 
stomach, feeling vulnerable as her entire backside was 
exposed. 

Jeff slipped the pillow under her hips and stopped to 
kiss the spot just above her bottom. "You're so 
pretty," he whispered. He had somehow managed to pull 
off his boxers somewhere in between kissing her nipples 
and rubbing her pussy, and he lined up his considerable 
erection with her small opening. Natalie shuddered 
slightly and he knew he had to go slowly so she 
wouldn't panic at the last second. 

He began to massage the curve of her bottom with both 
hands, adding feather-light kisses to the tops of her 
spread thighs. Eventually he felt her relax, and was 
able to slip a few inches into her pussy. Natalie 
gasped, but made no indication for him to stop, so 
grasping her waist he pressed himself in more firmly. 
When the head of his shaft bumped her hymen he knew 
they were at a point of no return. He drew back and 
with a short, hard thrust rendered the bit of membrane 
into oblivion.

Natalie gave a small involuntary shriek as her 
innocence was torn away. It stung badly and she was 
unable to withhold a few tears. Embedded to the hilt, 
Jeff stayed absolutely still. "I'm so sorry sweetie, do 
you want to stop?"

However, the pain was already fading and Natalie shook 
her head. "No, just stay still for a minute." 

He did as she asked and eventually the pain faded 
completely. It was replaced with the odd feeling of 
being stuffed, but when she moved her hips a little, 
she found it to be a very nice sensation. Taking his 
cue, Jeff began a slow thrust inside her, careful not 
to go too fast. When Natalie began reverse thrust, 
urging him on with whimpers and little breathy pants, 
he picked up the speed. 

So wet and snug was she, he felt his end approaching. 
Desperately he reached under and began stroking her 
sensitive clit. It didn't take much digital attention 
before she came, arching back against him as the orgasm 
pounded through her. Her pussy clenched around his 
shaft and he felt his own orgasm overtake him. 

When he could breathe more evenly, Jeff fell to the 
side and rolled Natalie so she was pressed against him. 
Wrapping his arms around her he kissed her forehead and 
rested his face in her hair. Lavender wafted up to him 
and he thought he might fall asleep. Natalie's hand was 
pressed against his back and using only her fingertips, 
she began a slow trip up and down it's expanse. She 
sighed happily.

"Are you still hurting?" he asked, concerned.

"I'm a little sore," she admitted, "but you were very 
gentle and that helped a lot." Indeed, she felt sure 
Nathan wouldn't have been even a tenth as attentive as 
Jeff had. 

"No regrets then?" Jeff asked sleepily. 

She smiled in the dark. "No regrets."

Satisfied, they both fell into an exhausted sleep.

 ***

Sometime in the night the fire had burnt itself out, 
and the cold of the bedroom woke Natalie from a deep, 
dreamless sleep. She didn't know when Cujo had come 
into the room, but the large black dog was curled up on 
a rug in front of the hearth. Jeff was still dead to 
the world, so she slipped her sweatshirt and panties 
back on and, wrapping herself once again in the quilt, 
crept to the bedroom window. The sun was just coming up 
and she could tell that it would be much warmer today 
than it had been the rest of the week. The icicles 
hanging from the top of the window were already 
melting, and she thought even the snow looked a little 
less deep than it had the day before. 

Spotting movement in the corner of her eye, she looked 
toward the edge of the clearing. A deer had stepped out 
of the dense forest, and instinctively she knew it was 
the doe that had caused her accident. As she watched, a 
young fawn came out of the trees and clumsily made its 
way to the doe. Watching mother and baby, Natalie knew 
without doubt that everything that had happened the 
last few days was for a reason. For the first time in 
her life, she knew exactly what she wanted and what her 
future would hold. And that future started with the man 
sleeping peacefully behind her. She almost woke him up 
to tell him her plans, but decided to let him be. After 
all there was plenty of time, and she thought a toasted 
marshmallow or three really sounded nice.


Copyright 2008 Pasego (pasego05@hotmail.com)

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