Summer Wind

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Summer Wind

Chapter 17 – Snowstorm

Jameson watched the windshield wipers sweep jerkily across her line of vision. It was like watching great tufts of polyester quilt lining being knocked across the front of her car. She couldn’t believe how heavily the snow was falling. One would think that an unseen giant was dropping huge snowballs onto her car. Jameson never knew that snow could fall in such huge clumps.

She squinted at the interstate sign on the shoulder of the road. She hesitated before asking Warren, but knew she had no choice. “What did that sign say?”

“It said, ‘Beware! Turn Around! Only the Foolhardy Venture Here!’” Warren had been an exceedingly difficult passenger for the last hour.

Jameson saw a barricade of blue lights ahead, and steeled herself for the inevitable “I told you so” that was sure to follow. She stopped the car and a State Trooper approached her window.

“Afraid you’ll have to exit here, Miss. We’re shutting down the Interstate.”


Jameson couldn’t stop the groan from escaping her lips. “For this? They’re shutting down the Interstate for this? That’s so unreasonable. This is barely a dusting.”

Warren’s smirk taunted her as she followed the trooper’s directions and headed for the off ramp.

Jameson began searching for a vacancy sign as they crept through the small town at the edge of the Interstate. So many of the hotels had their “NO” signs shining so brightly that Jamie was beginning to fear that they’d never find a place to rest.

Finally up ahead, she could make out one sign that hadn’t flicked the switch on that two letter word.

Jameson was so grateful for a room that she didn’t even flinch at the $250 price tag as she handed over her father’s credit card.

When they reached their room, Jameson offered to let Warren have the first turn in the shower.

“You go first,” he replied, watching her as she stood shivering in the center of the room. “I’m not that…cold.” He grinned as she dashed into the bathroom, not even bothering to wait for him to finish his last sentence.

He was almost afraid that there wouldn’t be any hot water left, Jamie spent so long in the shower.

He didn’t really relish taking a cold shower, although the cold water wouldn’t really affect him. But hot would be so much more comfortable. When his turn finally arrived, he was pleased to discover that there was still plenty of hot water.

After finishing his shower, he reached for his damp clothes. It had been snowing so hard when they arrived at the hotel that not even Warren’s super heat could prevent the gobs of flakes from reaching them. They had both been soaked before they had reached their room. But now, Warren’s wet clothes were nowhere to be seen.

Mystified, he wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. Once outside the bathroom, Warren could see that Jamie had hung their damp clothes on hangers in the closet. Glancing towards the bed, Warren saw that Jamie was still dressed only in a towel. He felt the heat rising unbidden inside of his body, and had to stop for a moment to gain control.

At the sound of the door opening, Jamie looked up and grinned. She was eating the Lucky Charms she had bought in the hotel’s small sundries shop. “Want some?” she offered, dipping her hand back into the box for another fistful.

“No thanks,” Warren said, sitting down tentively on the edge of the bed. He was acutely aware that the only things separating their two naked bodies at the moment were two very thin, terry cloth towels. Jameson seemed completely oblivious to the entire situation.

He watched her drop a few more cereal bits into her mouth, the light from the T.V. flickering across her face in the dark room. She laughed at some innocuous joke on the sitcom, and Warren watched the laugh lines crinkle around her eyes. He loved hearing her laughter again.

He had been so worried after the incident in December that he might not hear her laugh as often. As it was, he knew she had lost some of the carefree spirit that he had loved about her. And she had many more serious moments now than she ever had before.

He wondered if their relationship would ever go back to being the same. If there were somethings that they had lost that they could never get back. He thought of how they had barely touched each other since that horrifying winter weekend. Sure, they hugged, they held hands. He had even given her a few chaste kisses, but that was it. And now, as they sat here on the bed, with only a few inches of bed, and a couple of millimeters of thin cloth separating their bodies, Jamie was still taking no notice. Warren wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through the night.

Jameson picked up the remote control and flicked the T.V. over to the program guide channel. “Oh, look! The Sci-Fi station is having a triple feature.” She pointed to the movie descriptions scrolling down the screen.

“Easily the three best science fiction love stories,” she said.

“How can a science fiction movie be a love story?” Warren glanced over at her.

Jameson slid back across the bed and propped the pillows up against the head board. She then patted the empty space beside of her. “Come here and I’ll tell you.”

Warren had been sure that for a moment that Jamie’s towel had been on the verge of coming loose as she had slid across the bed. Now, as she beckoned for him to join her, he wasn’t sure how much longer his resolve was going to last.

Steeling himself, he moved to join her, putting his arm around her shoulders as she snuggled against his bare skin.

“Lady Hawk – bound together forever, but always apart. Blade Runner – a love that crossed the boundaries between humans and artificial life forms. And of course, Terminator...”

“Terminator?” Warren glanced down at Jamie to see if she was pulling his leg.

“Yes, Terminator, where love crossed the boundary of time.”

Two hours later,Warren watched as the final credits of the first movie came on. He felt Jamie’s hand moving across his stomach. He glanced down but Jamie’s eyes were focused on the television screen.

Gripping the bed spread with his free hand, he willed himself to focus as the second movie began, but after ten minutes, he realized he had no idea what was going on in the story. All of his senses were finely attuned to the fact that Jamie’s hand was tracing lazy circles across his chest.

He swallowed hard and began reciting baseball stats in his head. Anything to keep his mind off of Jamie’s body pressed against his.

He felt Jamie’s hand hesitate and he glanced down to find her watching his face.

His breathing quickened as she moved her hand to the dark trail of hair that led down his chest. Using her nails, she lightly traced this pathway to his stomach. As she ran her fingers along his taut abs, she felt his groin muscles tighten.

“Jamie…” he grabbed her hand to stop its descent. He had to make sure she understood how strong his desire was at this point. She had to realize that his control was near the breaking point.

Before he could speak, she reached up towards him. Warren leaned down to meet her, gently pressing his lips to hers. Her taste enveloped him, and he realized how much he had missed it. Good sense abandoned him. He wrapped his arms around her and slid down so they weren’t straining to reach each others’ lips.

He pressed his body against hers and felt her tugging at his towel. He deepened the kiss. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she pulled her towel away. He could feel her heart beat pounding against her ribs.

He wanted to make love to her. His body demanded release. It took everything he had to break the kiss so he could study her face. He had to be sure she was ready. He noticed subconsciously that the discarded towels were smoking and singed along the edges.

Warren could feel the heat rising not only in his body, but in hers as well.

Jamie tugged him towards her, laying a hand aside of his face. “Why are you stopping? We’ve both waited too long.” Jamie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Warren deepened the kiss and slid atop her.

Jamie slid her hands down his back and cupped his butt in her hands pressing him closer to her. Sweat trickled down Warren’s chest, dripping onto Jamie’s own. He heard her gasp and knew the water must have been super heated. He bent to kiss the red dots left on her skin, and willed himself to cool his body temperature with some effort.

Warren ran his fingers over Jamie’s breast, checking to make sure there was no permanent damage. Jamie arched her back, pressing her breasts against his hands. Warren licked and sucked her pebble hard nipples, moving his fingers down her stomach, seeking the moist wetness that he knew he would find.

Jamie reached for his erection, urging him towards her. Warren thrust inside of her, and lost himself in his building desire. Jamie wrapped her legs around him and he felt her nails raking his back.

Warren heard her moan, and his thrusts grew in intensity. He saw the starbursts exploding behind his eyelids, felt Jamie shudder beneath him, and let himself become lost in the moment.

He lay afterwards with his arms wrapped protectively around Jamie, one leg hitched over her hip, moving only to kiss her cheek or neck.

“Having trouble breathing, here!” she teased.

“Sorry.” He loosened his grip.

They watched the ending credits to the movie and Warren relaxed a little knowing that all was not lost.