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Introduction: Survival in the Rockies takes a special talent . . .

While this is a work of fiction, I based it on some actual events that I either went

through, or know the people that did. This isn’t a particularly sex-oriented story,

but it has its moments.

Again, your constructive comments are welcomed and appreciated. However if all

you want to do is rant, please give your keyboard the day off!


The Storm

Roy felt the truck sliding towards the ditch, and there was nothing he could do to

stop it. He tried to remember exactly where he was, and whether he was about to

crash into a cliff or fall over one.


It was a really shitty night to be driving, and after all the years he’d been on the

highway, he knew better. This load was supposed to be in Crofton by morning. By

the look of it, he never would be able to deliver it, not tomorrow, not ever.


Then he remembered the girl still in the sleeper, totally oblivious to the situation. If

they went over the cliff, neither one of them would survive the crash, but maybe

she’d die quickly, before she ever regained consciousness.


The girl. She had been standing at the side of the road, hitch-hiking in the pouring

rain, in the middle of nowhere. Roy didn’t usually pick up hitch-hikers, but even in

the glare of the headlights he could see her shivering, and if he hadn’t picked her

up, she wouldn’t have lasted another hour in that cold before hypothermia got her.


Now that they were about to crash into God knows what, maybe he hadn’t done

her such a great favour after all. Dead was dead, no matter what the cause.


The truck hit some gravel, then began to lean to the left as it careened off the

highway. Whatever was out there was going to come through his door before

anywhere else, and he leaned to the right of the big steering wheel by instinctive

reflex. It seemed like hours, but it was only a second or two before the side

window exploded into a million little shards of glass and sheet metal crumpled like

paper all around him.

Roy blacked out almost on impact.


When Roy regained consciousness, he had no idea what time it was, where he

was, or how long he’d been out of it. He was cold. He was wet. He was covered in

snow. It was pitch black everywhere. Oh, and he couldn’t move. There was no real

pain, but whether that was the numbness of shock or just dumb luck took more

thought than he could muster.


The girl. Was she dead or alive? And if she was unfortunate enough to have

survived, was she injured? How bad? Roy wanted desperately to look in the

sleeper behind him and try to help her. If he could have moved, he would have

checked, too. But he was trapped, and of no use to her now. That’s when he

blacked out again.


The next thing he remembered wasn’t much different than the last one. He was

still wet. He was still cold. It was still snowing. And he still couldn’t move. About all

that had changed was that it wasn’t dark any more.


Roy carefully tried moving his arms, then his legs, and finally his head. Amazingly

they all responded. They just didn’t have any room to move from, or to. Looking to

his right, he realized that the passenger seat had ripped off its mounts and was

pinning him to where the door should be. That seat had bent the steering column

away from him, probably saving his life, for what that was worth right now. The air

bag that supported his driver’s seat had ruptured, leaving the seat as low as it

would go and pinning his legs against the kick panel in front of the door.


Now, if he could just get the stupid seatbelt undone, maybe he could push that

seat off him and get out of this metal coffin. Slowly, he inched his hands and

fingers to where the release latch should be. Shock and disbelief! It was there,

and he managed to get to it, then unfasten himself. With what felt like his last

ounce of strength, Roy got a perch on the seat that had him pinned and pushed

with all his mite.


Unbelievably, the seat moved! Summoning up one more burst of energy, Roy

shoved again, and the seat careened to where the windshield had once been,

then tumbled out of the cab. It was immediately replaced by two feet of the coldest

snow Roy could remember! But at least he could move a bit, and that made him

feel better. Not a lot better, but better.


The girl! He had to find her, to discover what condition she was in, whether she

was dead or alive! He turned to look into the sleeper, which should be to his right.

But all he saw was white, white, and more white. What the hell? Where was the

sleeper? Where was the girl?


Roy gave himself a few minutes to clear his head. He could feel a couple of

broken ribs stabbing at his sides, but that seemed to be the only damage he’d

sustained. Shit, what a miracle that was! Then he realized that where the gear

shift should be on the floor no longer had a gear shift. There was only a hole left,

and a lot of light coming through it. That didn’t make any sense. There should be

the top of the transmission, at least!


He cautiously peered out where the sleeper should have been. There it was,

about 20 yards away! Both the cab and the sleeper must have come off the truck

and been thrown clear of the chassis, but with all the snow, that 20 yards might as

well be 200 miles! There was something lying on top of the doorway. What the hell

was that, he wondered. Then he focussed his blurry vision and realized it was the

crash guard that should have been anchored to the truck’s frame, right behind the

sleeper. He had to get over there and check on the girl. That’s if she was still

alive, which he doubted.


It took all his will and energy to cover that 20 yards. A lot of the time he seriously

considered turning back and finding some sort of shelter in the remains of the

cab. But he just had to find out, to keep going, and if she was still alive, to do

everything he could to keep her that way.


After what seemed like two lifetimes, Roy managed to get to the bunk and pull

himself up to the entranceway. His first idea was to just push the crash guard off,

but something stopped him. Maybe it was a lack of strength left, or maybe it was

some kind of Divine Intervention. He didn’t know and didn’t care. It was only

afterwards that he realized that the sleeper offered more protection from the

elements than the cab did, and the guard would act as a roof to keep some of this

frigging snow out. Pushing the guard back enough to see inside, he saw her. She

was shivering, and there was a lot of blood splattered over everything, which

didn’t bode well for her survival. Shit!


Summoning energy he didn’t know he had, Roy clambered through the opening

and bent over the girl’s body. She was a pretty thing. Maybe a little on the skinny

side, but she was about 18 or 19, had beautiful looking breasts, firm, round and

soft. Her little patch of pubic hair looked a little long and untrimmed, and her

inverted -V camel toe was a delight to behold. But she was naked!


It took Roy a few minutes to remember that when the girl had crawled into the

truck, she was soaked to the skin. He’d told her to get into the sleeper, get out of

her wet clothes and into the sleeping bag. He had explained to her how to crank

the heater all the way to maximum, and demanded her to stay in that sleeping bag

until she built up a real good sweat. Oh, and if she felt thirsty, there was a cooler

on the floor with lots of bottled water in it. She could help herself, to make sure she

didn’t dehydrate, under any circumstances.


Looking at her body, Roy broke out of his reverie and realized that she was still

breathing! Shit, she was alive still! The crash guard had held in most of that heat

that she’d poured into the bunk, and after all these hours, it was still relatively

warm in there. He grabbed anything that would work like a blanket and threw it on

top of her in a effort to give her some of that warmth back.


Roy’s mind went back over the few details he had, and realized that when the

sleeper had come off the truck, the girl had been covered by all the blankets and

pillows, the mattress, and his flying laundry as she was tossed around. The bunk’s

padded upholstery had protected her from anything sharp. If she had broken

bones, he could deal with those. If she had internal injuries, however, that was a

different matter. He’d never been a religious man, but for the next number of

minutes, he prayed like a Benedictine monk!
Checking her pulse, he found it was strong and steady. There was some blood on

her lips and nose, and she was going to have one hell of a shiner over her right

eye. Now if he could only get her back to consciousness.


In an attempt to bring her back, he slapped her face. Not hard, but enough to get

her attention. And the result? Nothing. He waited a moment, then slapped her

again. She rolled her head and moaned. More gently now, he patted her cheek to

help her back into the land of the living. Suddenly she grabbed his wrist and

slammed his arm against the sleeper roof with more force than he figured her to

have.


“Fuck off, asshole!”, she growled at him. Well, he’d gotten her back to being

conscious, but wasn’t sure if it had been worth it.


“Hey, take it easy! I’m not going to hurt you, okay? Promise. Can you move at

all?”, he asked her.


“Who the fuck are you, anyways?”, she glared at him. “Where the hell am I? And

why is it so fucking cold in here?”. Well, she sure had a colourful vocabulary, if

nothing else, but the memory wasn’t too good. He glanced at her hair and saw

that she was a brunette. So much for the blonde jokes.


“Take it easy, girl. I’m the guy that picked you up when you were hitch-hiking back

near Standard. You remember that?”.


“No! No, I don’t remember hitch-hiking! You son-of-a-bitch! You fucking

k**napped me! I’m calling the fucking cops!”


Shit, no one should have to take that kind of crap! He’d saved her life, sort of, and

what was he getting for his trouble? Yelled at, accused of k**napping, threatened,

that’s what! Maybe he should have left her there to freeze to death. Not that this

was much different. Same death, different location.


“Look, I saw you standing at the side of the highway with your thumb out, shivering

and soaking wet in the rain, three quarters frozen, and stopped to try and help.

When I asked you where you were heading, you just yelled at me to get you the

fuck outta there. Actually, you were a lot more insistent than that, but anyway. That

was sometime yesterday evening. Now we’re about three hours into the

mountains, we’ve been in an accident, and it’s snowing like a sonofabitch! No

one will be down this road until after it stops snowing. That might be tomorrow,

and it might be next week! But I’ll tell you this, right now. If it’s any longer than that,

it ain’t gonna matter because we’ll both be froze to death! Okay?”. It took all Roy’s

will to keep from screaming at her, until he remembered that it wasn’t her fault that

they were stuck here in the middle of nowhere. It was his, and he owed her a

chance to survive.


“I . . . I’m sorry. The last thing I remember is three guys grabbing me and dragging

me off to someplace. I was scared they were gonna **** me, or maybe kill me.

When they were busy, I snuck out and ran like hell. I didn’t know where I was or

where I was going. I just knew that I had to run before they caught me again. But I

don’t remember any highway, or sticking my thumb out, or any of that stuff you

said”.


“Yeah, and I’m sorry I bit your head off like that”, Roy apologized to her. “Let’s start

again, okay? My name’s Roy. Roy Cuthbertson, but you can just call me Roy. You

got a name? Girl doesn’t sound right, and I gotta call you something”.


“Hi Roy. I’m Chrissy. Chrissy Donaldson. And I apologize for screaming at you,

too. But how the hell did we get way the fuck and gone in the middle of nowhere?”.


“It’s a long story. Let’s see what you’ve broken and injured first. Can you move

your head from one side to the other? Go slow”.


Chrissy turned her head all the way to the left, then to the right. That meant there

was no real damage to her neck.

Okay, try to lift you right arm, as high as you can.” she raised it almost up to the far

wall. “Good. Now the other one”. That moved freely, too. “Perfect. Now try to sit up

a bit, but go slow”.



Chrissy attempted to sit up then screamed loud enough to be heard for miles in

spite of the snowstorm they were stuck in.


“Ow-w-w-w-w! Jesus Christ, my fucking leg!”, she hollered.


“Easy, easy! Here let me see. Which one is it?”.


“My left! Holy shit, that hurts!”.


Roy carefully felt her left leg, starting at the top of her thigh and working down

towards her ankle. As he put his hand over her upper thigh, he could feel the

warmth of her crotch radiating against his hand. Under different circumstances,

he’d love to explore that juncture. Get your mind out of the gutter!, he told himself.

As he got passed her knee, she howled at him again.


“Oww! Take it easy! That fucking hurts!”. Well, he’d discovered two things. First

she’d broken her lower leg, but it wasn’t a compound fracture, so a simple splint

would hold it in place until they got medical attention. That’s if they lived long

enough to get medical attention. Second, she definitely had a colourful

vocabulary, and wasn’t afraid to use it. Damn! The girl could make a sailor blush!


Roy reached out his hand to her. “Here. Pull yourself up on my arm, and don’t use

that leg. I think it’s broken, but it ain’t that bad. I’ll see what I can dig up fro a splint

so it doesn’t start to set all wrong”.


She grabbed the offered hand and pulled herself up. It was at that point that she

realized she was naked from the waist up.


“What the fuck? You sonofabitch! Where’s my clothes?”, she screamed at him.


“Chrissy, when you crawled into this . . . make it that . . . truck, you were soaked

and shivering. I was really scared you were gonna die from hypothermia. Anyway,

I chased your butt into the sleeper, told you to get the hell outta them wet clothes,

crank up the heater, and crawl into the sleeping bag. You were told to stay there

until you started to sweat up a storm. That’s the only way I know of to counter that

hypothermia stuff. Anyway, when we crashed, you were still in the sleeping bag, I

think. It should be around here somewhere, but it’s probably soaked by now. But I

got lots of extra clothes laying around here, so we should be able to find you

enough to wear. Ain’t gonna be designer gear, but it’ll keep you warmer than what

you’ve got on now”. Roy began to route around and found a wool shirt and T-shirt

that were still dry, and an old pair of jeans. He shoved them to where Chrissy

could reach, then searched for some socks and maybe a coat.


“Umm, I hate to sound ungrateful, Roy, but I really could use a pair of panties”,

Chrissy said, and it was the first time he’d heard her talk without screaming or

cussing. “I don’t suppose you have any, do you?”.


“Sorry. I gave up wearing those a couple years back. Might be able to find a pair

of my shorts, though. Would they do, ya think?”. The levity of his comment broke

the tension, and Chrissy started to chuckle. Her chuckle became a belly laugh,

and it infected Roy, too. Maybe, if they could keep their spirits up like that, they’d

actually survive this horror story situation!


As they got over their laughing fit, Roy figured out that Chrissy hadn’t broken any

ribs, but he sure had. Shit, his sides felt like he’d been run over by a train! But if

he could splint her leg, maybe she could help him wrap his ribs. First things first,

though, and he searched for those socks and hopefully a clean pair of underwear

she could use. After turning half the sleeper upside down, he found what he was

looking for.


“Here, Chrissy. They’re gonna be a little large, and probably won’t fit worth a shit,

but these undershorts are clean, at least. And here’s some socks, too. Oh, I just

might have some boots that’ll work. What size shoe you usually wear?”.


“Usually a size 7. Why . . . fucking Jesus!”, and she winced in painful agony. She’d

tried to lift herself up to put Roy’s shorts on and had forgotten about her leg for a

split second.


“Whoa, girl! Don’t even consider thinking about using that leg! Here, give me the

shorts and I’ll put ‘em on for you, okay?”.


As Roy worked the undershorts over Chrissy’s ankles, he never even thought

about how he was going to get them past her thighs and up to her waist. He was

fine until he past her knees and half way up her thighs before that logistics

problem reared it’s head.


“Umm, Chrissy, we may have a problem here”, Roy mumbled. “Your naked under

that blanket, and these things have got to go over your hips. With that leg all

busted, the only way I can think of is for me to put my hand under your . . . butt . . .

and lift you. You’ll have to pull ‘em up while I do, and it’s gonna take a couple of

tries to get them up. You gonna be okay with this?”.


“Shit, I’ve trusted you this much. Hell, you could have done anything you wanted

when I was out cold, then left me to die, right? If flashing my pussy at you drives

you over the edge now, what the fuck, huh? Let’s just do it and get it over with.

Besides, I think my ass is starting to freeze, so let me get some clothes on before

it falls off”.


It took quite a while and a lot of non-existent co-ordination, but between the two of

them, Chrissy was clothed again. Roy’s pants and shirt were big enough that she

could have worn one half this year and the other half next! Chrissy wasn’t too keen

on wearing the T-shirt until Roy pointed out that the wool of his shirt would grind

strata marks in her nipples if she didn’t. He’d pulled the crash guard over the

doorway, giving them some shelter from the blowing and drifting snow, but it was

still damned cold in the bunk.


“Roy? How’re we gonna stay warm?”, Chrissy asked softly.


“I’ll scrounge around and find some blankets, then you’re gonna have to trust me

again, because we’re gonna share some body heat. That should last a day or

two, if we’re lucky”, he replied as softly as she had asked.


“How are we supposed to share body heat?”, she wanted to know.


“It’s called cuddling. I lay behind you, wrap myself around so our bodies are close

together, and that keeps you warm”, he explained. Shit, maybe she was a blonde

after all?


“I see. And what keeps you warm while you’re keeping me warm?”.


“I have no idea, but we’ll figure something out. Okay?”. Roy rummaged around for

a bit, finding several old blankets and what was left of the sleeping bag. The bag

was wet and shredded, but there was enough of it left to be useful. The water just

might help to act as a seal between them and the cold winter air. He’d also found

some cookies and crackers, and a loaf of bread that hadn’t turned green yet. Not

much, but it would be something to keep them from starving, at least. Pulling the

cookies out of their wrapper, he offered Chrissy a half dozen, then took the same

for himself.

“Umm, chocolate chip! My favourite!”, Chrissy cooed.. That set them to giggling

again, and Roy felt a little better. This girl had a certain something about her that

he found appealing, once she turned off that sewer mouth of hers. Under different

circumstances, he could possibly learn to like her! After ten years on the highway,

that would be a new experience for him.


As night fell and the snow kept drifting against the sleeper, Chrissy’s spirits held

out well, but Roy was starting to feel discouraged. At least if he was going to die

out here, he’d have a pretty girl to keep him company until he met his maker. If

they were going to go, though, he hoped that she went first, for her sake.


“Roy? I’m getting cold. Could you cuddle me now?”, Chrissy softly inquired.


Roy piled the blankets over them as he curled up behind Chrissy spoon fashion.

Christ, but she had a beautiful body! Her ass fit against his groin like a glove, and

it felt so soft and firm. He could feel his cock begin to stir, and he moved himself

so that she wouldn’t notice. He’d have to get that a****l urge under control before

he embarrassed her! But as often as he backed his emerging boner away from

her, she shifted her butt against it again.


“Roy?”, she called to him softly.


“Yes Chrissy?”, he answered.


“Am I imagining it, or have you got a hard-on?”. Shit! How the fuck was he

supposed to handle this one? With her ass pressed that tightly against him, there

was no way she could ignore that growing phallus!


“I’m sorry, Chrissy. Maybe if we ignore it, it’ll go away?”.


“Roy, you can press your hard cock against my ass, if you want. I don’t mind, ya

know. Besides, it feels nice”. God, this wasn’t happening, was it? Here they were,

stuck in the middle of a snowstorm, on the verge of freezing to death, and he just

had to get an erection? Someone up there had a real warped sense of humour,

that was for sure!


“Roy?”, she called again. “If we needed more body heat, moving around would

help. Wouldn’t it?”.


“Yeah, I suppose it would, but this isn’t the Boondocks Hilton, complete with

indoor gym. Why are you asking?”.


“Well, if we were to keep moving under the blankets, we could generate some

more heat, if we need to. Right?”.


“Yeah, we could. But how are we supposed to move without kicking the blankets

off and freezing even faster? Ever think about that?”, he quizzed with a trace of

annoyance in his voice.


There was a long lull, and Roy hoped that she had either gone to sleep, or was

thinking about something else, preferably warm and dry. The quiet was nice, but

didn’t last as long as he had hoped it would.


“Roy?”.


“Yes Chrissy. What is it?”. Now he remembered why he’d gone out on the

highway. Women! Once they started yapping, they never shut up! Being alone in

his truck seemed the only place he could find enough peace and quiet to even

think!


“Umm, I had an idea”. Hmm, that would be a first! “If we have to move to stay

warm, we could always . . . fuck. Couldn’t we?”.


“Chrissy! Watch your mouth! Where’d you come up with a shitty idea like that

anyway?”. Roy felt like yelling at her, but something stopped him. Must be that

damned Divine Intervention again, he told himself.


“Oh, go fuck yourself then!”, she snapped back. He deserved that, and he knew it.

She was cold, scared, and understood that they might die out here. What she

didn’t need was some stupid thirty-year old truck driver yelling at her.


“Chrissy, I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve to be yelled at. Look, we’re both freezing

cold, scared, and have no idea if we’re going to live or die out here. And I

shouldn’t be snapping at you all the time. So I apologize for that outburst, and for

being such a . . . shithead, okay? But you have to admit that when you’re in the

middle of dying, fucking doesn’t usually get to the top of your Things to do today

list, does it? So, wanna tell me what brought that idea on?”. It wasn’t much of an

apology, he thought, but then, this wasn’t much of a sex resort, either.


“Okay Roy. Apology accepted . . . this time. But think about it for a minute. If we

stayed under the blankets while we fucked, having sex would generate body heat,

right? And it might just be enough heat to help us survive until we’re rescued. But

even if we did die out here, can you think of a better way to go than having your

cock buried in some hot young chick like me? Because if I’m gonna die out here

with you, I’d sure want that beautiful prick buried as deep in my cunt as it would

go! In fact, would you promise me that if we aren’t gonna make it, you’ll fuck me

while I freeze to death?”.


Jesus, what the hell kind of logic was this girl using! Had she really asked him to

fuck her til she was frozen cold? Mind you, her idea of screwing each other to

generate heat made sense. Well, it sort of did. But he could just imagine the

reaction of anyone that found their dead bodies! “Holy shit, guys! They fucked

themselves to death! Look at this!”. but she did have a point. If you gotta go, go

happy!


“Chrissy, I’m not going to promise you anything of the sort. Besides, what if I die

first? How am I supposed to fuck you then, huh? But your idea of generating body

heat that way has some merit to it, I’ll give you that. Can I think abut it for a bit

first?”.


“Yes”, she softly answered back. “But could you cuddle me again, Roy? And don’t

be afraid if you get a hard-on while you’re against my ass, okay? I don’t know if

it’s me that causes that for you, but I’d like to think it is. It made me feel . . . I don’t

know . . . like a real woman, maybe? I’ve only been with one boy in my whole life,

and all he wanted to do was screw me and get out! So if I have to die, I’d really

like to be with a real man who thinks I’m a real woman. Even if he has to lie to me

about it. Okay?”.


Roy had to mull what she said over in his mind for a bit. He could hear her pain

and unhappiness, and it ripped his guts out. If he could give her nothing else, he’d

make her dream come true. Not because he felt guilty, or because he had to, but

because he wanted to. Now, more than anything else. He also realized that he

didn’t have to lie to her about whether she was a real woman or not.


The day wore on and if anything, it got colder. Chrissy’s idea of sex had merit

alright. Anything to fight this cold that was slowly destroying them had to be a

good idea. Besides, she was a good looking woman! Roy had to think about

whether she was a woman for a moment, or just a girl. After considering that for

what seemed like hours, he decided that she was a little of both.


“Chrissy? You awake?”, he whispered in her ear. Shit! She wasn’t moving, and

her breathing wasn’t very strong. God dammit, she couldn’t die on him now! He

needed her to help keep their spirits up, to keep him from going mad. And for

heat. Life-giving heat! He pulled off his half-frozen glove and checked for breath

by holding his hand under her nostrils. Damn, it was so frigging cold that he

couldn’t tell. He slipped his hand inside her shirt to try and find a heartbeat, and

his hand slid over her left breast. Not only was it still warm, but felt so soft, the skin

so smooth, its shape so beautifully round and appealing! And her nipple! Hard,

sticking out so wonderfully, her textures making her so . . . desirable!


“For fuck sake, Roy! If you’re gonna feel up my fucking boobs, would you warm

your goddamn hands first?”, she almost screamed at him. She was alive! Roy

wasn’t prepared for just how relieved he felt to discover that fact. He also wasn’t

quite ready for the real reasons why he felt this elated, but in the back of his mind,

he knew! She was more than just a companion, or a source of heat. She had

become his reason for living, for fighting to survive, and maybe more. She was

working her way into his heart, something he hadn’t let any woman do for a long,

long time.


“Chrissy! Thank God! I was afraid you’d died on me! And I’m not feeling you up,

just checking for a heartbeat, okay?”, Roy confessed. Mind you, her breast did

feel good in his hand, and he couldn’t think of a nicer place to warm his half-frozen

hand. Well, maybe her pussy, but that was pushing his luck!


“Sorry Roy”, she softly apologized. “Your hand felt nice on my tit, actually, and if

your skin weren’t so goddamned cold, I’d have asked you to leave it there! Oh,

and by the way? Yes, I am still alive!”.


“Chrissy, it’s getting colder out there. I’ve been thinking about that idea you had.

You know, where we fuck to keep warm? We might have to seriously consider

doing it soon, because I’m having a helluva time keeping both of us warm enough.

That is, if you’re serious . . . “, Roy almost begged.


She seemed to be lost in thought for a minute or two, then began to roll from her

side to her back. Roy rearranged himself to give her some room while he tried to

keep all the blankets from releasing their life-sustaining heat to the atmosphere.


“Okay, Roy, if that’s what we have to do, let’s do it”. He was expecting her voice to

be more anticipating than that. But he wasn’t ready for the tone of resignation, and

he suddenly had waves of doubt flood his brain.


“Help me get these pants down, will ya?”, she broke into his reverie. “This fucking

splint is gonna get in the way, but if I can get them down just far enough so you

can get your cock in me, that’ll work. All you have to do is open the front of yours,

you lucky sonofabitch! Why did God have to make fucking so tough for women

anyway?”. There was that gutter-mouth of hers again, but he’d have missed it if

she didn’t have it, he realized. It was becoming a part of Chrissy that Roy was

beginning to hold dear to his heart. Just the fact that she had found a way into that

heart was scary, and yet he cherished her invasion of his soul!


They struggled between pulling her pants down enough to expose her pussy

without losing the minimum of heat and protection, then Roy undid his pants and

pulled his still limp cock out. As much as he willed it to stiffen, it remained flaccid

and useless.


“Jesus, Roy! You gonna get that thing up, or do I have to jack you?”, Chrissy

growled. “If you’re gonna fuck me, you’ll have to do better than that!”.


That’s about when it hit Roy in the head like a gopher on a Mack truck’s bumper.

He couldn’t just fuck her! The thought of her as just a piece of meat to stick his

cock in almost made him retch!


“Chrissy, I can’t do this! It’s just not me, not who I am, not what’s inside my heart! I

can’t simply whip my cock out, fuck your cunt, and forget about everything else

that I’m feeling! I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it!”, Roy quietly confessed.


“Oh fucking great!”, she drilled into his ear. “My one chance at survival, and you

don’t even want to fuck me, even if it’s just to keep us warm! Shit, of all the people

to have to die with, I gotta find me some guy with a cock that’s out of order!”, and

then she paused her tirade as she looked him straight in the eye. “Roy, don’t tell

me you’re fucking gay? Shit! My fucking life is depending on a homo? Jesus! Just

get the fuck off me and let me die in peace!”, and she struggled to push him off

her, to no avail. He was too heavy for her to move.


“No, I’m not fucking gay! If it makes any difference, I’m as straight as a fucking

railroad track, okay? But I’ve gotta do this my way, or it won’t work! Maybe that’s a

part of men you never knew, but some of us actually have feelings! God dammit,

girl! This is hard enough for me as it is! Don’t make it any tougher!”, then he

softened his voice and added, “Please?”.


Chrissy gazed into the face of the man that she felt had rejected her, had dangled

a carrot in front of her only to snatch it away again, and she saw something in his

eyes that she’d never seen before in her life. The sonofabitch actually cared about

her! For the first time she could ever remember, there really was another human

being that gave a damn about her! It scared her a little, but it also warmed a place

I her heart that she never knew existed.


Roy leaned over and brushed his lips softly against hers, then again a little harder,

and a third time, but more insistently. She’d never been kissed like this! Ever!

There was a new feeling that he invoked in her soul, and she wanted more,

needed it, couldn’t live without it! That feeling flooded every pore of her being!

She caught herself craving his kiss, his touch, his very essence! She just had to

have him! All of him! She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him back

to her lips in a grip that Roy knew he was powerless to overcome. Then she did

something that she’d never felt such an overpowering desperation to do before.

She began to probe against his lips with her tongue, seeking his permission to

give him a part of her that was emerging in her for the first time in her 19 years.

Her soul!


Chrissy’s kiss left Roy breathless! Shit, could she ever kiss! He opened his lips,

begging, pleading, desperately wanting her to come inside him! And the heat!

That glorious heat that was their lifesaver began to rise in him! He was only

vaguely aware of its presence because the passion was much more intense.


Almost instinctively, his hand sought the soft round firmness of her breast, the

hard pebble that was her nipple. He had to have that part of her under his hand!

Sliding his hand under the T-shirt, he sought for her like it was the only thing that

would save him from death! He cupped her in his palm, his thumb encircling the

underside of it while his fingers assaulted the delicious pliability of her! She

jumped at his touch, pulling back a bit, but wanting to push her breast tighter into

his grip.


“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you”, Roy apologized, and began to withdraw his

hand.


“No, Roy! Don’t let go! It’s just that your hand is so goddamned cold, and I wasn’t

ready for it. But you feel so good, so wonderful on me. Please, touch me some

more? Please?’”, she almost begged him.


Roy returned to pleasuring her, and the heat in her chest rose, warming his hand

until he thought it might burst into flames! God, he wanted to taste her, feel her

between his lips, suck on her like a starving baby! Despite the impracticality of it,

he lifted her T-shirt just enough to wrap his lips around her teat, pulling it, sucking

on it, nibbling it softly as she yielded to his demand. She moaned lustfully, driving

his own lust higher and higher!


“Oh God, Roy! Suck me! Suck my tit! No one has ever done that to me before, not

like that! Feels so good!”, she growled at him with more passion than she had

ever felt in her whole life! The more he sucked and chewed on her, the more she

began to feel that magnetic tingling sensation in her pussy. It grew, swelled, and

rushed through her entire body! Christ, he was making her cum! She’d only felt

something like that whenever she rubbed herself between her thighs! But this felt

different, more intense, more overpowering! Dammit, if he stopped now, she’d rip

his cock off! In a desperate bid to keep his lips on her tit, she pulled him to her

chest with a grip that threatened to suffocate him!


That was when Roy felt her start to tremble and shake. Not knowing what was

happening to her, his first thought was to pull away from her, but she had him

squashed against her breast so tight that there was no way he could move. Her

breathing had become so much faster, shallower, and ragged that he was

beginning to feel fear inside him. God, she was going to die, right here in his

arms! His other arm squeezed her to him in a battle to hold her here on the side of

life, away from the clawing fingers of death! No! She couldn’t die on him, not now,

not when he was beginning to know just how important she had become to him!


Her orgasm receded slowly, letting her loosen her death grip on the man that had

taken her to Nirvana, even if only for a moment. If she never breathed another

breath she didn’t care! She’d experienced a blissful connection that no one could

take away from her hungry memory! She could feel Roy trying to lift his head while

keeping his lips and those teeth still clamped to her teat. He felt absolutely . . .

wonderful!


“Chrissy? You okay? Christ, you scared the hell outta me! What happened?”, Roy

demanded with real concern in his voice. Her heaving chest beckoned him to

return, while that gnawing need to know forced him to demand an answer to

soothe his fright.


“Jesus, Roy! I don’t know how you did that, but you just made me cum! No one’s

ever done that for me before, in my whole life!”, she told him between gasps for

air. The cold hurt as it seared her lungs, yet the heat that he’d kindled in her chest

was more important than anything as mundane as breathing! She grabbed his

hand and clamped it to her exposed boob, partly to retain that heat he’d given her,

but mostly to satiate that craving for his touch that was ruling her very being!


Roy kissed her in that valley between her breasts, re-establishing his claim on her

beautiful orb even as he struggled between an inner desire to pleasure her other

boob and the need to help her retain that life-giving heat of her circulation. She

started to protest that she wanted him to suck her other tit, to nibble and chew on

it, to make her cum again the same way. His lust pushed him towards

acquiescing to her demand even as practicality forbade him from such a move.

He leaned up and planted his lips tightly on hers, both stopping her protests and

fanning their flames of desire more brightly.


Roy’s hand began to move down her body to that magical juncture of her thighs.

Chrissy winced a bit when his fingers caressed the fuzz on her mound, more in

heated anticipation than anything else. But as his finger slid into her slit and lightly

grazed her clit, she literally jumped off the mattress and clamped his hand tightly

with her own!


“Dammit, Roy! What the fuck did you do to me? No one, and I mean no one has

ever touched me there, except me! How’d you even know about that spot?”,

Chrissy hissed.


Roy was shocked, having always believed that all women knew about their

clitoris! He might be just another Blacktop Bum, but he wasn’t completely ignorant

about a woman’s body! He’d learned where to touch, how to give a woman

pleasure, and he was proud of his ability to do so!


“I can stop, if you want, Chrissy”, he whispered to her. “If it feels uncomfortable,

just tell me and I’ll stop. I don’t want to do anything you don’t, okay? That part is

important to me, girl”.


“Stop? Don’t you dare stop! I’ll keep your fucking hand down there until the fucking

thing freezes to me before I’ll fucking let you stop, you bastard! Christ Almighty, I’d

intentionally die on you first!”, she howled back at him. “Just do it! Do me, and

make me feel my cum again! Now!”. she was almost on the verge of hysteria as

she demanded his touch and attention to her sex!


Roy slid his finger down her slit again, tickling her nub and feeling her try to push

her hips up so that he pressed against her even tighter. The pain of her broken

leg hurt like hell, but the need to feel his fingers on her love button was more

demanding. Roy continued to slide his finger down her crotch, teasing one side of

her vulva until he was just above her pucker, then returning up the other side and

over her clit again. She moaned as the electric sensations blasted through her

when she felt him stroke her heated pussy, changing to a deep lustful growl every

time he flicked against her clitoris. By the third time Roy moved his finger up and

down her gash, he could feel her moisture issuing from her love canal. Sweeping

back up from the bottom of that feminine canyon, he smeared her juice on his

fingertip and transferred it to her nub, then returned to her entrance for a reload.

When her outer lips opened like a flower to his probe, he tested the waters and

eased into her up to the first knuckle.


“Oh God, yes, Roy! Put it in me! Put that fucking finger in my cunt! Damn, it feels

so good! Play with me, fondle me, feel me up! Yes-s-s-s!”, Chrissy demanded in

a tone that only a man with ice water in his veins would refuse! As his finger

entered her deeper and deeper, she sharply gasped, then gasped again, and

one more time, all without exhaling between breaths. Roy’s finger curled inside

her as he sought the ridges of her G-spot. It only took two or three soft rubs on

those ridges before Chrissy smashed Roy’s hand tightly against her sex, arched

her back, and screamed out at the top of her lungs.


“Fucking Jesus! Oh God! I’m cumming! Dammit Roy! Make me cum like that!”,

and she shook and trembled like a woman possessed by the Devil himself! Never

that she could remember had an orgasm been so intense, so all-consuming, or so

fantastic! And Roy was doing everything he could, she realized, to make that

climax last as long as possible!


As she slowly came back from Nirvana, Chrissy just knew she needed Roy’s

manhood deep inside her at all costs. She moved her hand to where his cock

should be, only to discover that he’d retreated back into his undershorts. The

telltale bulge was there, though, and as she groped and grovelled against his

groin, she found his turgid member waiting for her, erect, warm, and fearfully

hiding. Her fingers clawed at the fabric, demanding that she be permitted to join

his phallus in its warm hiding place. As he felt her fingers wrap around him, pulling

his skin up and down his shaft, imploring the entrapped blood in his prick, Roy let

out a lustful groan of welcome.


“Roy? I want this!”, Chrissy growled in wanton lust. “I want your cock buried in my

cunt so bad! Inside me so deep that it makes my nose run! God dammit, Roy!

Give me this cock! I want you to fu . . . “.

For some reason, she couldn’t finish that last word. It wasn’t like she’d never used

it before, but all of a sudden, it wasn’t the right one. This wasn’t just fucking! It was

something more, softer, intimate, a joining of two souls in a ritual that was beyond

just a****l rutting. She had to rethink her words, for both their sakes.


“Roy? I want you! I need you, deep inside me, dammit! I need to have you,

pleasure you, give you my entire cunt to fill up with your . . . love juice! Please?

Love me? Even if it’s just this once?”.


Chrissy had never thought of sex in those terms in her whole 19 years before! Yet

here she was, on death’s doorstep pleading and begging a man that she’d only

just met to allow her to pleasure him! She also knew, as if by hidden instinct, that

his pleasure was more important than her own! God, she couldn’t think of anything

but his pleasure, of giving him complete satisfaction, or of surrendering everything

she was to his demands!


It all worked out perfectly, too, because Roy just knew in his own soul that he

couldn’t refuse her, this young woman that had become the very centre of his

Universe! He straddled her thighs as best as he could, given that her jeans were

only at mid-thigh. If they had been anywhere else but in the middle of a blizzard in

the Rocky Mountains, he’d have ripped them off her, spread her as wide open as

she could get, and filled her to the very depth of her womanhood! But he couldn’t,

they weren’t, and all that mattered was being inside her, pleasuring her, loving

her! As his knob slowly entered her vagina, the heat of her sex blasted out and

drenched his entire groin. Chrissy lustfully groaned as she felt his cock sliding up

inside her, taking her filling her up to the brim. In short, making her feel more like a

woman than she ever thought possible!


Roy slid deep inside Chrissy, then stayed there momentarily, absorbing the luxury

of her heat, the softness of her velvety walls, the feeling of her pulsations. He

withdrew until only the tip of his cockhead remained. She growled at him in

complaint of the emptiness he left behind. Acceding to her demands, he pistoned

himself to her full depth, once again remaining stationary as her loving washed

over him. Then, once more he pulled out and pushed back in. Her hips matched

his rhythm almost as though they were of one mind, rocking up to meet his thrust,

then dropping down again as he withdrew. Each push-pull cycle became slightly

faster than the one before. Within minutes, he was pounding his phallus deep into

her, his pubic bone rubbing her clit in hungry passion. He could feel Chrissy’s

breathing becoming faster and more shallow with every pumping stroke back into

her, as much as hear it. Her climax began subtly in the pit of her stomach, racing

outwards to engulf her, then exploding as she tensed every muscle. Her reflexes

caused her to shake and tremble as a sign of her ascent to Nirvana.


Roy now knew what her body was telling him, and he strived to enhance and

extend that response for as long as he possibly could. He could feel his balls

lifting as they filled his cum-tube with the scalding white goo of his spunk,

threatening to drag every cell in his crotch with it as it blasted up and out his jizz

hole. The combination of his orgasm and Chrissy’s clutching and fluttering walls

centred all his consciousness at their joining point! He sensed, more than felt, first

one long thick rope as it spurted from him. Then another, and another, and still

another! She pulled, sucked, and milked his engorged member until he was dry,

and still she wanted more! It was so intense for both of them that they nearly

passed out!


Yet the strength of the growing bond between them refused to allow either one to

escape its grip!


When the rush of their mutual cums had relinquished its lustful hold over them, Roy

almost collapsed on top of his new lover. It was only through sheer determination

and will that he didn’t. Not that Chrissy would have cared at that moment, as all

she wanted was to hold this strong yet gentle man against her, inside her, until the

end of time!


Regaining a modicum of composure, Roy gazed lovingly into Chrissy’s glazed

eyes, seeing something that he’d never seen before, the twinkling glow of pure

love. He wanted to hold her, protect her, shelter her until his dying breath had

finally escaped his lungs! Kissing her with a part of himself that he never knew

existed until this moment, he promised himself that he’d be with her for as long as

she needed him to be.


“Roy? Thank you! For the first time in my life, I really do feel like a woman!”,

Chrissy whispered into the ear beside her lips. “If we get out of this alive, I owe

you, okay? For what you’ve given me, a part of myself I never knew was in there!

For the hope of living to share another day, of being wanted, needed, desirable!

Of actually mattering to someone besides myself!”, then returning to her former

self, she added, “Oh. And for all this wonderful warmth you’ve poured into the

blankets, too!”. Then she turned her head, seeking his lips to accentuate just how

important he had become to her in those last minutes that had irreversibly

changed both their lives.


Roy wanted to answer her, to open his heart to her comprehension, but there just

weren’t words enough to express himself. So he did the next best thing. He

returned her kiss with as much love as he had ever found inside himself.


It was a struggle to get their pants back up, but the heat that they so desperately

needed for survival made it all seem worth the effort. Roy fumbled with his fat

fingers to do up the buttons on Chrissy’s shirt, although the sight of her breast

disappearing left him feeling almost deserted. God, but she was beautiful! Hair

stringy and matted, her face still showing the scratches of their crash, flecks of

dried blood still clinging to her skin. None of that mattered. All Roy could see was

the warmth and love in Chrissy’s eyes, on her face, radiating from her very core.

He folded her in his arms, protecting her from the bitter cold, and drifted into

peaceful sleep.


When he woke up, it was almost dark, but there was some kind of noise outside.

The fog in his brain just wouldn’t clear so that he could determine what was going

on. His first conscious movement was to check Chrissy, listening for her

breathing, feeling for a heartbeat. Both were there, sounding and feeling as strong

as ever! But where was all that noise coming from? He could barely remember

where they were, let alone how they’d gotten there, or why.


Despite his struggle to clear the fog and regain control of his thoughts, Roy could

feel himself slowly slipping back into that dark black pit of u*********sness. Just

as he was about to fall over the edge, maybe for the last time, there was a loud

scr****g noise above him, followed by an invading white influx of diffused light

that also brought intense yellow beams with it.


“Hey! I found two over here! Get those stretchers down here! Now! Move!”, he

heard someone yelling in the distance. The racket was deafening, and all he

wanted was to drift back to the peaceful oblivion of that dark pit again. But

something was pulling him, trying to rip him away from his precious Chrissy! He

remembered screaming, “No!” at the top of his lungs, then everything went black.


Again.


Roy came around to bright lights in his eyes and the comprehension that it wasn’t

cold anymore. In fact, it was downright warm! A face that he didn’t recognize was

looking down at him, inspecting something about him, but it was all too complex

to understand. Then a Voice addressed him.


“Hi, how you feeling?”, it interrogated him.


“Umm, likes something the dog should have left outside”, he heard himself

wheeze out. The Voice giggled, then asked him a bunch of questions that made

no sense at all. Jesus, would that Voice never shut up? He had a burning question

somewhere in his head, but couldn’t figure out just what that question was. A

minute later, it exploded in his brain, streaked up his throat, and burst from his

lips.

“Chrissy? Chrissy? Chrissy!! Where the hell is Chrissy?”, he heard his panicky

vocal chords howl.


The Voice was back! “Chrissy? Was that the young girl we found with you ?”.


“Yeah. Where is she? Is she alright? Did she make it?”, he needed to know.

Needed more than he needed to live!


“She’s fine”, the Voice replied softly. “A broken leg and a lot of bruises, and her

back will require traction until it settles back into place properly, but we’ll fix her

up, good as new”. That Voice had better not be lying, or the morgue was gonna

be a busy place!


“Take me to see her! Now!”, Roy screamed. If he knew she was okay, he could

handle whatever else they did to him, but he had to know! Nothing else mattered,

in his mind.


“Hey! Easy! We’re going to give you a complete examination, and maybe you can

see her in a couple of days, okay”, the Voice commanded.


“No! Not a couple of days! Not even a couple of hours! Now!”. Roy was almost

hysterical, but there would be no rest, no peace, and probably no living with him

until he knew!


“Okay, okay!”, the Voice tried to soothe him. “Is it that important that a couple of

days is going to matter?”.


“Fucking right it is! I’ve gotta see her! Now!”. Christ, he’d picked up her gutter-

mouth habit! Maybe he should have been embarrassed, but he wasn’t. It was a

part of her, and he cherished it, held it inside him, couldn’t let it go! Not now, not

ever.


The Voice pushed him into a bright room with sheets hanging everywhere it

seemed. God dammit, he didn’t want to see their fucking laundry room, he wanted

to see Chrissy! The Voice pulled back one of the hanging bedsheets and there

she was! She was a little battered up, covered in bruises, her left leg twice as big

at it should be with a heavy white clump on it, and she looked like she’d lost a fight

with a herd of charging bulls! Roy had never seen anything that beautiful before in

his life! It was all he could do to stop himself from leaping out of the wheelchair

and clutch her to him.


“There”, said the Voice from the background. “See? I told you she was okay.

Believe me now?”.

Yeah, thought Roy. Now I believe you. He tried to get closer to her, but the

damned wheelchair wouldn’t take him where he wanted to go, needed to go.


The Voice helped him, pushed the chair beside her bed, then softly spoke to him.

“I don’t know how you did it, fella, but you saved her life out there. She has you to

thank for that. I’ll let you tell her all about it, though, when she wakes up. Okay?”.


He’d saved her life? Nope, it was the other way around. If it hadn’t been for her,

for the love she’d shown him, for that part of his soul he’d been searching for until

he met her, it was Roy that wouldn’t have survived. But damned if he was gonna

tell that to the Voice!


Just then, Chrissy rolled her head towards him, opened her eyes slowly, and

smiled. “Hey, handsome! I owe you, ya know. Big time!”, she whispered to her

new-found lover.


“Hi, Girl. Looks like we beat the odds, huh? Couldn’t have done it without you,

Chrissy. It’s me that owes you, Big Time now”, he softly told her, then added, “Oh,

just in case you wanted to know, I love you”.


She reached over and gripped his fingers in her hands, stared deep into his eyes.

“I know, Roy. I know”, then her eyes closed as she drifted back to sleep, but the

smile stayed right where it was.


When they were finally released from the hospital, Roy retuned to his house in the

Fremont Valley. Chrissy told him she had no place to go, but would keep in touch.

“Fucking right you will!”, he lovingly commanded her. “Right from the other side of

our bed. You’re moving in with me!”. but he knew she wouldn’t be forced into a

mould that someone else had made. It had to be somewhere that she wanted to

be. “Okay, “Roy went on, “what I’m trying to ask you, and doing a shitty job of, is

will you stay with me? Please? You’ve become a hard habit to break out of, ya

know”.


She’d answered with the tightest hug he’d ever felt. Well, maybe the second-

tightest, but it was a damned close contest with whatever was number one!


“Roy Cuthbertson, are you asking me to be your woman? Hmm?”, she teased him

lightly. Hell would freeze over before she’d let this magnificent man that had saved

her life ever leave!


“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am, Chrissy Donald! Never thought I’d say that, ya know!

But yeah, I’d be honoured if you’d be my woman. That’s if you think you can stand

a miserable, boob-grabbing, fucking sonofabitch like me”.


“Roy, nothing would make me happier!”, and she hugged him again. He felt like

she was going for that number one spot again, but wondered if his neck would

ever survive! Whispering in his ear so that no one in the world could possibly

hear, she added, “But we’ve got to do something about that gutter-mouth of yours!

It sounds terrible!”.



Seven years later, Roy was relaxing in his favourite recliner, his five-year old son

on one leg, and his three-year old daughter on the other. Most people would have

winced at the volume and intensity of their screaming laughter, but it was music to

his ears. If it hadn’t been for their mother, he would have never lived long enough

to hear it. He reminded himself of that every day. Looking up, he gazed lovingly at

Chrissy with her belly growing with another bundle of love, just like the first two.


“Hey, Girl! Starting to look like we’re gonna have to get you on a diet! That

beautiful belly of yours is getting to be kinda prominent, ain’t it?”, he teased her.

“By the way, medical science has finally figured out what causes that, ya know”.


Chrissy slapped his shoulder, then reached down and kissed him tenderly. Many

days his shoulders became painfully sore with her assaults, but it was worth it if

just for the kisses.


The love was permanent, though. Nothing could diminish that. Not even a

snowstorm.


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