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I left Rose Ann to sleep it off on the washroom floor. Returning to the kitchen, I'd just cleaned up the last of the mess we'd made when I heard her retching up another offering to the Porcelain Goddess. I hurried to hold her hair out of the toilet water again and gave her more water in a glass to swirl and spit when she was done.

Afterwards she was leaning against the wall next to the toilet paper roll and moaning weakly. I asked her if she wanted help to her bed. Keeping her eyes shut, she shook her head no, saying everything went swirly when she laid down. Then she called me an asshole.

I felt that was a tad unjust but when I asked why, she just said, "Because!"

How could I argue against that logic? I didn't try. Arguing with a drunk only proves there are two idiots in the conversation. I sat down on the floor in case she needed me to hold her hair out of the toilet again. When you're half-way sober, watching a drunk is one of the best shows you'll ever see. Rose Ann would lean one way and just before I was certain she'd topple over, she'd catch herself with a jerk and sit back up. Then she'd start a slow lean to the other side... 

When she began trying to stand up, I helped and steadied her stumbling steps to reach her bed. This time I was able to hold her upright long enough to turn down the sheets. Getting her in and covered up, I said, 'Goodnight', and was ready to leave when she gripped my arm and whimpered, 'Stay'. I sat down on the bed and when she kept tugging on my arm, I laid down beside her. She turned onto her side, pulling my arm with her, and soon I was spooning her, my front to her back with the arm she was still holding draped over her waist. She patted my arm but didn't release her hold completely as, with a long sigh, she relaxed.

I was in no hurry to leave and one thing I could do was make myself more comfortable. I reached over Rose Ann to snag her other pillow for myself. Snuggling closer to her, my first concern was to get my ass off the edge of the bed. Lifting, pushing... Trying not to enjoy the parts of her body I was lifting and pushing, I managed to move her a few inches to give me more room. Which was harder than I'd thought it would be, as I found out that a limp body has the weight and consistency of a large bag of pudding. Especially when the limp body doesn't want to be moved.

Rose Ann had gotten cold while lying on the washroom floor. Even near sleep, she moved to snuggle against me for my body heat. I'd gain an inch, then lose half-an-inch, as she moved backwards in her quest for warmth. Finally my ass was far enough from the edge of the bed that I wasn't in fear of falling off in the next five seconds.

I willed myself to relax, trying not to think about the ass pressed against my hard-on, or that I could move the arm I had draped over her waist a few inches in either direction to cup something warm and soft. Damn my sense of honor... The grip on my arm loosened. She was now fully asleep. I thought of leaving, but I was comfortable. It had been a long day and listening to the wind howl outside, while the snow piled up... With a yawn, I began to drift off to sleep, too.

It was Rose Ann frantically moving beside me that woke me up. I came awake aware of two things. One: there was light outside the window, which meant we'd slept until morning. Two: through her t-shirt my hand was grabbing a large, soft mound which, until now, I'd only held in my wet dreams. Well, I suppose it was three things I was aware of... To stop Rose Ann from tossing me off the bed, my arm had tightened around her when she'd begun thrashing about, and she was yelling bloody murder at me to let her go. I released her tit, snatching my hand away as if I'd been burned, and loosened my arm as she fought the blankets to sit up.

Immediately she clutched her head and moaned. Leaning against the headboard, she waited for the pain to subside. I have more body mass and had consumed less alcohol than her, and my stomach was upset and my head pounding. I didn't even want to think about how her head and stomach must be feeling.

I sat up and waited with my feet on the floor for my head to stop spinning. As I sat, I heard Rose Ann muttering over and over, 'ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod...' She suddenly snatched the covers up to look underneath, I suppose checking if her shorts were still on. Letting the covers drop, she closed her eyes and resumed muttering her 'ohgodohgodohgod' mantra.

As suddenly as she'd snatched up her covers, her eyes flew open and she asked, "Did we...?" Before I could answer, she pointed an accusing finger at me and demanded, "DID YOU...!?"

"NO," I replied indignantly with a hand wave towards where the covers were over her hips. "I didn't do anything but help you to bed after you threw up the second time! YOU were the one who asked me to lie beside you while you fell asleep. Next thing I know it's morning and you're thinking..."

"I can't believe what an asshole you are," Rose cried for no reason I could think of. "And what else was I to think? I wake up and you're grabbing my boob!"

"I wasn't grabbing your... That. I was... Clutching. You were pushing me off the bed and I was just gra... clutching at anything to keep from hitting the floor."

Both of us went quiet as we rubbed pounding foreheads. The increase in our blood pressures, Rose Ann's from thinking she'd been molested and mine from being accused of being a molester, began to subside, and with it our headaches eased. At least a little. I was still rubbing my temples when I tried to explain why I wasn't an asshole. "Rose Ann, we just got drunk and fell asleep. I would never take advantage of a girl who was drunk."

Rose Ann rubbed her temples and whispered, "I need to pee and I don't feel good."

I stood up. "I'll bring you some aspirin."

I helped her stand up and followed as she unsteadily made her way to the washroom and shut the door. Due to Rose Ann's need to fill every space on the sink and medicine cabinet with her collection of cosmetics, we kept our small medicinal supplies in the kitchen. I gulped down three aspirin and two glasses of water. Hearing the bathroom door open, I took aspirin and a glass of water to where she was lying down in her bed again.

After she groaned and sat up, I shook three aspirin into her hand and gave her the glass, admonishing her to drink all the water. I took back the glass and asked her to stay sitting up. I refilled the glass and got her to drink most of that. Telling her I was going to take a hot shower, I left so she could nurse her hangover in solitude, closing the door behind me.

Damn, this is exactly what I needed, I thought, as I stood with my head under the hot stream of water. Trying not to remember the lush body I'd been cuddling only a short time before, I let the hot water begin to ease my headache. Over the sound of the shower I heard the washroom door open. Thinking she was sick again, I asked if she needed to throw up. To my vast surprise a naked Rose Ann slipped through the curtain. "What the bloody hell..." I began to ask before she cut me off, saying she needed a hot shower as badly as I did.

"I'm not letting you run all the hot water out and then have to wait for more to warm up," she told me, while moving to slide her body against mine in the narrow tub, so she could stand in front under the faucet. When I stuttered that I could wait, she told me to just shut the hell up. Putting her hands on the wall, she leaned in to let the running water start wetting her hair. "You've seen me naked before and now we've slept together. If you feel as lousy as I do, you can't even think about sex right now."

"I think you might be amazed at what I can think and when," I replied, while admiring the tight ass less than a foot from my hardening cock. Screw it! It was her decision to intrude upon me, I thought. It isn't up to me to be bashful around her! I'll do as I bloody well want. If it offends her, she can bloody well leave my shower! Soaping up my washcloth, I put a hand on her waist to steady her and began washing her back. She pressed against the hand moving up and around her spine and softly told me how good it felt. Since she was a virgin, I thought that this might be the first time she'd had someone soap her back since her mother had when she was a child.

With her head still under the hot spray, Rose Ann 'mmmmm'd' for her backwash and mumbled, "You really tucked me in and stayed when I asked and... didn't do anything?"

"I really didn't do anything or, uh... feel anything. At least while I was awake," I added, remembering what I'd been gra... clutching when waking up.

"God, you're such an asshole," she muttered.

Really? A third time? "Rose Ann, I would never take advantage of you when you're drunk. Why does that make me an asshole?"

"Because!" she shouted. Then, groaning, she pressed her forehead into the wall under the spray noozle and told me not to be so loud. I huffed, but refrained from pointing out it had been she who yelled.

I gave up trying to understand her and handed her the washcloth so she could attend to her front and other areas. Using my bare hands I kneaded and massaged her back and shoulder muscles a little, while the shower spray sluiced the soap from her back. Damn, there was so much of her I wanted to massage. Damn, her muscles were tight.

Clearing her throat, Rose Ann tentatively asked, "Ah, Daniel? Did I... Do anything stupid last night?"

"No. Other than getting drunk."

"Sooo, I didn't say anything stupid."

I could feel the tension in her shoulders and neck.

I was about to answer honestly and then I stopped, thinking... She really doesn't know what she said. Or what I heard if she said it! I decided to play for time. "You were mumbling and slurring your words a lot. You were pretty hard to hear. I was drunk, too. If I remember anything I'll tell you. Why? Was there something you wanted to tell me?"

I could feel the tension ease in her muscles. "No. No, nothing I can think of now," she said, and put her head back under the hot water.

Bingo! She can't remember, I thought with a smile. She isn't certain, if she did say something, that I heard it. Oh, yeah, this has possibilities. Tease ME for months? It's payback time if I play this right.

Thinking of payback had my mind in a happy place. My body was in a happy place also, with a naked, wet, soap-slippery Rose Ann in my hands. Maybe a little too happy as she 'innocently' dropped the washcloth. Leaning forward to grab for it pushed her butt backwards and into my still hard cock. It could have been just one of those things. But given Rose Ann's record of teasing me, I wasn't in the mood to grant her any clemency. I leaned to one side and peered through the steam the lavish use of hot water had created in our little sauna. Was that a smile on her face? Son-of-a-bitch!

She has been teasing me all this time, wanting me to make 'the move' on her. Looking at her body, I really wanted to make that move. Unfortunately there wasn't a single bloody condom in the trailer and with the snow piling up I didn't know when I could get some. One thing I did know. Either I left now, or Rose Ann wouldn't leave this shower with all of her virginity intact. Though she gave another long 'mmmmmmmm' in enjoyment of her back rub, with an effort of will I stopped. She turned when she heard the curtain being pulled open. "Why are you leaving?"

"Dammit, Rose Ann," I said as I stepped out of the tub and closed the curtain. "Why are you teasing me? A look now and then by accident when you're dressing is one thing, but naked in the shower? I'm not a saint!"

"I'm not teasing you. I..."

I cut her off again while reaching for a towel. "The hell you're not."

"You don't want to..." Her voice trailed off behind the shower curtain.

"I didn't say that. Of course I want to. But we both know it won't be a stand up fuck in the tub for our first time. IF you decide there will be a first time for us. I'm not going to let you tease me when we're both hungover and I'm left with another case of blue balls."

"Okay, okay... I won't tease you," she told me, as she turned off the water and opened the curtain.

"Bloody hell, Rose Ann," I said in frustration. "You just said you'll stop teasing me and you..." I used my hand to indicate her wet, naked body. "You couldn't wait until I'd left?"

"Jeez, Daniel," she said as she stepped out of the tub, bending around me to get a towel from under the sink. "It's hardly teasing since we've seen everything already. I don't think it's teasing if I admit I like what I've seen." She grinned, glancing down to look at what her small hand wave indicated.

"Shut up," I told her, turning around to finish drying off.

"Ya know," she observed coyly from just behind my shoulder, "turning away doesn't help. I can still see it in the mirror. I can hang my towel on it if you don't want me to see it."

"Shut up, Rose Ann!" Unfortunately, I could see her in the same mirror. It's difficult to get angry with a beautiful woman, while watching her body parts move and jiggle as she dries off.

"Having a hard-on is nothing to be ashamed of, Daniel. A guy your age probably has a hard-on for most of the day. It's like a woman's nipples when it's cold. Like mine are right now. I step from a warm shower into cooler air and I'm all wet and Boing! There's nothing I can do. My nipples just pop right out..."

"SHUT UP, ROSE ANN!"

Dear God, give me strength. Even with what had to be one of the world's worst hangovers, this girl couldn't stop being a tease. Unfortunately for me, the more she talked about her hard nipples, the more I couldn't NOT look at them in the mirror. They were so... damned... hard. Like two cherries on top of large mounds of vanilla ice cream. The slender foot plopping down on the sink counter next to me brought me out of my deep and thorough consideration of hard nipples, as Rose Ann began to dry her leg.

My next glance in the mirror had me forgetting about nipples. With one foot on the floor and one foot on the counter, Rose Ann's thighs were spread wide apart. The one thing that could make me forget about hard nipples was fully in view. Of course I'd seen Rose Ann's pussy before in her bedroom mirror, but never so close and so... open. So wet.

I'd found though personal experience that the hair between a girl's legs is often darker in color than head hair. Rose Ann was the exact same shade of very light brown, almost blonde, both fore and aft. And she had a very moderate bush. The sparse, short fur did nothing to hide anything. The fleshy curve of her pussy lips... The cleft I wanted to reach out and touch. To drop to my knees and explore with my fingers and tongue and...

And that's when my carefully honed sense of not trusting Rose Ann flared to life. That foot had been on the counter for a suspiciously long time. It doesn't take this long to dry one leg. Groaning in my mind, I put my towel over my head. Drying my hair cut off the sight of that perfect pussy. As my big head started to take control over my actions rather than the little one, I became aware of Rose Ann still droning on, "...and from what I've read about size, yours is well above average. Ya know, I always wondered what you had under your tight jeans other than a tight butt."

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. SHUT UP, ROSE ANN!"

I'm not sure what she would have done next to drive me insane, because the phone rang. Wrapping my towel around my waist, I followed her out of the washroom to answer the phone in the kitchen. It might be my Mum calling long distance from England, but my money was on Rose Ann's dad calling to make sure his 'little girl' wasn't freezing to death during the snow storm still raging outside. She had her towel wrapped around her body, too. But our towels weren't very large. By using enough to cover her large tits, that left one or two inches of US Grade A Prime ass peeking out from underneath. I was following her, looking at those perfect ass cheeks swaying to and fro. To and fro in a measured, mesmerizing dance. As I'd told her, I wasn't a saint. I gave in. I couldn't resist reaching down and pinching one of those firm cheeks.

Rose Ann yelped and whirled with blood in her eyes. I blocked the arm that was going to slap me and slipped past her to get to the phone first. She was still a bundle of righteous fury, but I was safe on base, to use a Yank sports metaphor. No way would she attack while I was talking to her Dad.

It was indeed whom I'd expected. "Hello, Sir... Yes, she's in her bedroom... I'll get her for you." Holding the phone up and out her reach I shouted, "Rose Ann? It's your Dad," as if she wasn't standing practically naked in front of me trying to grab the phone. I fended her off with one hand, while speaking into the phone again. "She'll be right here, Sir. No, we haven't made any plans for New Year's... Yes, it's still snowing here. No, neither of us has been outside to check the depth of the snow. Here she is now," I told her father before passing the phone, while making pinching motions with my thumb and finger.

Rose Ann covered the mouthpiece long enough to mouth softly, "Bastard! Don't you dare!" Yea, right... Like that was gonna stop me having fun! She'd tortured me in the bathroom. Time for my turn at bat.

"Hi, Daddy," Rose Ann said in a light-hearted voice, while swinging 'get away from me' slaps at me. Turning to look out the window at the snow was her fatal mistake, as I immediately moved forward to trap her hips against the counter.

"Yes, it's really snowing hard, Daddy," she said, still retaining the same steady, lighthearted voice, despite the fact my cock was pressed hard into the crack of her ass as I used my body to pin hers. Rose Ann's backwards aimed swats were ineffectual and she couldn't move as violently as she needed to break away, without her father hearing something. With my legs to either side of her and my hands on her trim waist, Rose Ann was stuck like a bug in amber. She did land a solid blow with an elbow to my side. Mindful that her elbows still packed some wallop, I began to take full advantage of the situation.

A soft kiss to the back of her neck almost got me head-butted senseless, so instead I trailed kisses down her spine. Rose Ann tried to squirm out of my trap, but that only caused her to rub against my hard-on in a very pleasing way. "Wiggle your butt more. It feels really good," I whispered very, very softly into the ear that wasn't to the phone. My whisper cost me another rib-crushing elbow to my side, but it was worth it.

"No, Daddy. I'm not sure what the temperature is. Haven't seen the news reports today. Daddy, not everyone is as interested in the weather as you are. It's snowing and it's cold. That's all I need to know to stay inside."

I really had to hand it to Rose Ann. Through all my touching and kissing and her squirming, her voice hadn't wavered one bit. I released her waist and began moving my hands up her back to massage her shoulders. Though she shivered, her voice remained steady. Even when I began moving my hands downwards.

"No, Daddy. We aren't going anywhere for New Year's..." I began to run my fingers lightly over the towel covering her ass cheeks. She had to be wondering where my fingers might go next.

"No, we don't have any plans. Daddy, we're not going to any New Year parties. No. Neither of us will be out late driving in the snow," Rose Ann said to her dad, while her free hand was trying without success to remove mine from her ass.

Inching back a small step to give my hands room to roam, I ran my fingertips lightly down the towel until they met bare flesh. Giving her firm cheeks a squeeze just where her thighs began, I reversed course, running my hands up and under her towel. With bent fingers, I began a thorough and meticulous ass-scratching massage. Rose Ann shivered and barely got a hand over the mouthpiece, before voicing a long, breathy, 'Oooohh...'

My test was complete. Rose Ann was definitely one of the majority of women who loves a good ass-scratching. Whether consciously or unconsciously, her hips were pressing tight ass flesh into my curled fingers.

"Daddy, I'm okay. Yes, I know you're calling because Mom worries, but the power is still on. The heat is on and I'm nice and warm. I'm really, really warm right now! Yes, I'll turn down the heat so we won't blow a fuze." She listened to her dad for awhile then, "Was he hurt very much? Huh, serves the idiot right for being dumb enough to run a sled into a tree!"

Her voice seemed strained to me, but I guess over the phone she still sounded normal enough... Not knowing how long the call would last and with Rose Ann's ass conquered, I decided to press on to higher ground. Pulling my hands out from under the towel, I ran my hands up her back to massage her shoulders, before slowly running my fingers down and under her arms to the sides of her breasts. Knowing she could move away at any time now that I didn't have her trapped against the counter, and yet she wasn't moving, I was emboldened to give in to my desire and slid my hands slowly around. She could have stopped me, but all she did was tilt her head forward. If her eyes were open, she could have watched my hands slide over her side boobs until I could feel hard nipples through the towel. When she still didn't react by throwing an elbow or moving away, I cupped her breasts and began to knead the soft mounds. Rose Ann couldn't stop a small, throaty sound.

"Huh? What? Sorry, Daniel was... Saying something to me... No, Daddy, nothing's wrong. Daniel was... was... He put a plate down at the edge of the counter and I... I had to move to grab it. It looked ready to fall. We're cooking something to eat. Umm, soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Daddy, tell my idiot brother that I hope his arm is better by the time school starts."

With no sign yet that Rose Ann wished me to stop, I moved my hands to the knot holding her towel in place. The fingers of her free hand were clamped around it, but as I tugged on the towel, her fingers loosened, as did the knot. Pulling the towel out and away, I let it drop to the floor. Rose Ann's chin dropped to her chest and I finally had my three year wish fulfilled as I began cradling and kneading the bared flesh of her breasts. Lightly pinching her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, this time when I leaned in to kiss the back of Rose Ann's neck, she didn't try to head-butt me. Instead her head tilted slightly to expose more of her neck for me to nuzzle.

"Daddy, you can call here anytime day or night so Mom won't worry about us being drunk somewhere in a ditch at 2 am New Year's night." Rose Ann was talking faster, her voice rushed and higher pitched, but I guess her Dad didn't notice over the phone. "We aren't going anywhere, we have plenty of food and if the power does go out, we have plenty of blankets to stay warm under until the power comes back on. Daddy, I mean it, call anytime New Year's so Mom won't worry and I'll be right here safe and warm. Daddy, the soup is ready and I want to eat. I'm starving and the food is ready. Yes, Daddy, goodbye."

After Rose Ann hung up, she was finally able to let out a long sigh/groan of contentment. I continued to palm her breasts, but I stopped kissing her neck long enough to say, "And the award for best actress goes to you." I went back to kissing her neck and this time, not being on the phone, she voiced something between a long sigh and a moan before finding soft words. "You asshole! You are such a bastard." But her breathy voice put the lie to her harsh sentiments. "I ought'ta get my gun and shoot you." I didn't believe her, since she was turning her neck so I could move my lips over more of her flesh. I also noticed that she wasn't trying to escape the hands still molding her tits. Lightly pinching and rubbing those very hard nipples, I hadn't been able to stop staring at in the washroom.

I took one hand off her boob and touched her hair. Rose Ann followed the light touch and turned her head, so I could kiss more of the soft, tender skin on the side of her neck. Again a low, throaty growl was my reward. "I still want to shoot you, but..." Then she whispered, "Ooohhh, God, don't stop... Please, please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping, only of switching sides, so I could kiss a different part of her neck. My lips and warm breaths gave her neck attention, while my hands continued their careful examination of her tits. "Why..." Rose Ann started to ask before stopping to moan and shiver, when my tongue found a particularly tender spot. Clearing her throat she asked, "Why did it take you until I was on the phone with my dad to do this?"

"Well... You climbing into the shower with me naked kind'a upped the ante on what we could and couldn't do. How do you like being teased?"

"I wasn't teasing you."

"Yea, you were," I said softly in her ear, my warm breath making her shudder and dip her head away.

I released her tits to put my hands on her hips and turn her for a kiss before she could deny my accusation again. Her arms went around my neck and pulled me to her hard enough to crush her breasts against my chest. Our kiss lasted longer than a few seconds. When our lips seperated, I asked her if she'd changed her mind about shooting me. She nodded as I moved away to put some space between us. When her body touched mine, the temptation to do more was too great. Stooping, I picked up her towel and handed it to her, before moving to the other side of the kitchen and leaning against the icebox. Looking at Rose Ann, knowing the only thing between what I wanted most in life was my towel and... Pease, please God. Let there be a pharmacy open tomorrow, was my silent prayer.

Rose Ann took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out in a whoosh. Wrapping her towel around her body again, she looked at me, puzzled at why I'd moved away.

"Besides, I just couldn't resist. I noticed you didn't resist. Much at least," I added, touching the sore spot where her first head-butt had landed. "You teased me and now I've teased you..."

"I wasn't teasing you!"

"C'mon, Rose Ann. Cut the crap. You and I both know that things wouldn't have gone further in the tub than what I did here."

"Why the hell not? Do you think I get naked in every guy's shower? Don't you want to?"

"Of course I do! But, you must'a known there's no way our first time was going to be a stand up fuck in a tub when we're both hungover and wondering when the hot water will run out." I carefully made it a point to say 'OUR first time' with a straight face and not 'YOUR'. I was planning on milking this for every second of entertainment I could. Tease ME for three months? Well, payback's a real bitch!

"But... But, I'm not in the shower now. And you were... You were touching me and... I didn't stop you. I wanted you to... Why did you stop!?" Rose Ann actually stomped her foot in her frustration. I was careful not to smile and I fought back the urge to ask her what a case of blue balls felt like to a woman. God knows she'd given me enough of them to last a lifetime.

"Because I feel lousy. You drank more than me, so you must, too," I replied, reaching up to rub my temples, though my headache was almost gone. I walked slowly back and took her in strong arms, crushing her to me, before leaning down to kiss her again. Breaking the kiss after more long seconds, I leaned further to kiss her tender flesh just under her ear. Nipping at her earlobes caused her to breathe in long sighs; her body shivered in my arms, as I alternated nipping with soft whispers: "Rose Ann, I'd love nothing better than to pick you up... Carry you to your bed... Throw you down... Kiss... Every... Single... Inch of your beautiful body..."

Rose Ann was making deep, wordless gutteral sounds, pressing her body to mine and moaning. Her arms around my neck pulling my lips to her neck. My hands were back on her ass, pulling and kneading her tight cheeks relentlessly.

I have you just where I want! Now the judges can award me a perfect 10 for my dismount.

I lifted my mouth from her neck, released her from my arms and backed away. "But I think my head would explode if I picked you up right now." I didn't mention the flush on her cheeks, nor that I'd noticed her rapid breathing as I left her leaning against the counter.

"All I want right now is more aspirin and to lie down until I feel better," I said, as I dry swallowed two more of the pills. It was time to make her really squirm. "I need to think about some things you said last night... You know, about me." I made another theatrical display of rubbing my temples. "I really need to lie down," I told her, and began walking to my room, careful not to smile until she couldn't see, and making a point of massaging my forehead..

Take the bait, little fishie... 

I heard her filling a glass with water to take more aspirin, as I dropped my towel to put on my gym shorts. Once under my covers I realized that I really did feel better lying down. I may have been acting much sicker than I was, but it did feel good to stretch out with my head on a soft pillow. Through almost closed eyelids I saw Rose Ann glance into my bedroom before continuing to hers. Five seconds later she was back at my door and throwing a pillow at me. I caught it as she dropped her towel, pulled my covers out of the way and ordered me to make room. Sitting on the edge of the bed she continued pushing at me, until I scooted over to make room for her to lie down.

"Rose Ann!"

"Shut up! I'm not teasing you," she declared. "You're right, I don't feel good. I'm cold and you're warm. You're comfy..."

"Okay, I guess I can trust you with my honor," I said, as if it were a great sacrifice on my part to have her body pressing against mine. I spread the covers over her as we started moving to get comfortable.

Rose Ann was cold! I lay on my side and she wiggled until her back was pressed against my chest. Her skin felt chilly, but I didn't know what cold was until she bent her knees and pressed her feet into my thighs. Icicles were warmer! "Oh my God," she exclaimed, while moving to snuggle against every possible square inch of my body. "You're so warm!"

"Nice to know I'm at least a substitute for an electric blanket," I replied, as she adjusted her pillow and pressed her back into my chest harder. With no place else to put one arm, I draped it over her waist. Rose Ann took my arm and pulled it under the covers, nestling it between her breasts like she was cuddling a stuffed animal. Squirming again, she tried to nestle closer to me and sighed, "I'm not teasing you, I promise. You're just so cosy. If I'd known how warm and good this would feel, I would have dragged you into my bed sooner!"

We were both quiet and time passed. I was content to let Rose Ann stew and wonder. I knew the only thing on her mind was, 'What did I say? What the hell did I say?' I have to give her credit. She held out longer than I thought she would. I was finally relaxed and my hard-on had deflated, which was a wonder considering what it was pressed to. My headache had also disappeared before I felt Rose Ann take a deep breath and let it out slowly. 'Here it comes,' I thought, just before she asked her soft question: "Daniel? What did I say last night?"

"Mmm, go to sleep, Rose Ann," I whispered as if I were close to nodding off.

She drove a half-warmed foot into my thigh to wake me up. "Do you really think I can sleep without knowing?"

"And if you can't sleep, I suppose I'm not going to be allowed to sleep," I sighed, and yawned a deep, fake yawn. "All right... Let me think. You weren't the only one drunk last night, so it's all kind'a a jumble." I fake yawned again and went quiet. Rose Ann waited almost a minute - which I thought showed a great deal of patience - before she, perhaps afraid I'd gone to sleep, drove her foot into me again.

"Okay. Okay," I yelped. "You got a little pissed about my - how did you put it - something about my damned British morals or honor or something. That I was stupid not to have seen you wanted me to make a pass at you." God, it was so hard not to laugh. Rose Ann had risen to the bait and I'd just set the hook. All that was left was to reel her in.

"I... I said that?" she asked hesitantly.

"Well, it was more of a mumble just before you passed out."

"Oh shit. I want to die. I'm so embarrassed. Did I... say anything else?"

"There was some more about how I wouldn't take all the hints you were dropping. You were mumbling and I was drunk. I'm doing my best to remember."

Rose Ann shrugged her shoulders a little. "Okay. Well, that cat is out of the bag now," she whispered. As I felt her begin to relax, I used my arm between her breasts to give her a hug. "So that's why you finally made a pass at me in the kitchen?" she asked.

"Yes. Well, you called me an idiot for not doing so earlier, so I thought it was time," I said in my sleepy voice and finally allowed myself to laugh. "Plus it was really funny seeing you struggle to talk normally! Oh, that was so fun..."

An elbow to my stomach stopped my laughter.

"Don't you dare laugh at me," Rose Ann ordered before groaning. "I can't believe I said that shit to you!"

"You didn't want me to make a pass?"

"Yes. I mean no! I mean... I don't know what the fuck I mean!"

I was having soooo much fun! This girl was mere centimeters from my net.

"Oh shit. Is it possible to die from embarrassment?" she asked no one and pressed her face into her pillow.

"I doubt it," I answered helpfully. After another fake yawn I remained silent.

Rose Ann was quiet again for perhaps twenty breaths and then another deep breath and a whispered, "Is that it? Is that all?"

"Pretty much," I mumbled back, as if I were falling asleep.

I grinned as she let out a deep breath and her body began to relax again. I'd set her up perfectly. Now to knock her down. "Oh, you mumbled something else. What was it...?" I felt her body tense. "Oh, yeah... You told me you're a virgin."

And Daniel wins by knockout in the first round!

"OH, FUUUCK!" Rose Ann wailed, and she hid her face in her pillow. "I thought... I was hoping I'd dreamed that when you didn't say anything!"

My voice was all bright and chipper now as I answered, "Nope, I felt pretty good when you told me that you wanted me to..."

"ENOUGH! Oh God! I don't believe I said that to you!" she lamented. "Shoot me! Just fucking kill me! Why didn't you say anything? Why did you let me think..." Except for Rose Ann's head leaving her pillow, her body went still and her voice had the same calm you see just before the big storm. "Were you... Have you been laughing at me all this time?"

"No, of course not," I lied. "I thought you remembered. It's nothing."

"Oh, so you thought! But you didn't think that you should have told me before I made a fool of myself?"

I couldn't help it. I started laughing.

In case you haven't noticed or I haven't mentioned it, Rose Ann's moods can change in an instant. I suppose it comes from growing up with two brothers who each out-mass her by almost forty kilos. From the cradle onwards, she'd had to stake out her territory and place in her family. And like the mongoose in my favorite Kipling story, Rose Ann defended her territory with tooth and claw. Now she went from embarrassed to murderous fury in less than a second. "YOU BASTARD! You have been laughing at me behind my back! Don't you dare laugh at me," she cried out.

Thrashing about to escape while kicking back at my thighs and throwing elbows into my stomach, she began calling me every curse she'd ever learnt. It cost me a few scratches, but I pinned her arms to her side and managed to trap her kicking legs with mine. I didn't relax my hold even after she stopped trying to escape.

Breathing hard, she demanded, "Let... Me... GO!"

"No way in hell! In a wrestling match like this I can take you. I'm stronger than you," I responded. I was a bit out of breath myself. "But your Dad taught you how to fight and how to fight dirty. I don't think I'd last long if you had the room to really go after me, unless I fight back hard enough to hurt you." Rose Ann was no longer struggling. I was under no delusion that she had given up. She was merely conserving her strength, waiting for me to relax. 

"Rose Ann, I promise you, I wasn't laughing at you," I lied once more, while trying to think of something she'd believe. Her muscles relaxed a fraction, but my hold on her didn't. I wasn't going to fall for that trick. Then I had an inspiration. "I wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing at both of us. All this time... You wanted me... I wanted you... It's like some stupid TV show. We both wanted each other and it took getting drunk while watching a porn movie to bring it all out."

She relaxed some more before accusing, "You're still an asshole."

I didn't relax my hold on her completely, but I allowed her a little space to move in. Then I confessed to her that yes, I was a complete and utter asshole, but with a caveat. "Guilty as charged. But if our positions were reversed, tell me honestly that you wouldn't have done the same. Have milked it for every ounce of enjoyment."

Rose Ann didn't admit to anything, but I knew I'd scored a point. She relaxed enough that I risked loosening my grip on her a fraction more. She didn't renew her attack, only burrowed her face into her pillow again. "Just get my gun and shoot me. Put me out of my misery."

Now I was hesitant as I asked, "Rose Ann, did you mean it? That you... Do you still want me to be your first?"

Her voice was muffled by her pillow, but she sounded calmer. "I'm naked and in bed with you, asshole. Are you that big an idiot? Do I have to draw you a fucking map?"

We were both quiet for a bit, neither of us quite certain of what to say. If I had even a single condom, Rose Ann wouldn't have to worry about being a virgin for much longer. But I didn't have access to any, or even to a store which sold them. I needed something to calm this hellcat for at least a day. The nearest pharmacy was eight miles away, but it was on a major highway. The snow was expected to stop sometime that evening. Surely the store would be open sometime tomorrow. After all, people need their medicine. I just needed her to calm down between now and then. I must be a genius, because I had another inspiration. Two in one day! 

"I have an idea I'd like for you to consider."

"I'm listening," she said in a voice still muffled by her pillow.

I looked at my alarm clock and tried to do the math. "In about 58 hours it will be midnight, New Year's Eve. You can have those hours to consider if this, if I, am what you still want. I won't ask, or beg, or whine or anything. If you decide that you want to wait for your wedding night or to meet a better guy or for any reason at all, I'm not going to be crushed."

"I'm still listening," she responded curiously, and this time her voice wasn't muffled.

"If you decide you still want me to be your first, then as close to midnight as I can time it, I'll try to make your first time as special as I can. That way, anywhere, anytime you're celebrating New Year's Eve in the future you can remember and have a little private celebration and know that I'm celebrating, too."

Rose Ann was quiet, considering. Then, "You'd really wait until New Years Eve?"

"If your decision is yes, then Midnight, New Year's Eve and not one minute sooner. If you decide no, we'll still pop open the champagne and toast another year of friendship."

"Dammit." Rose Ann sounded frustrated. "But I'm right here! Right now! Naked! In bed with you! Ready! Oh my God I'm ready! Is ANY of this getting through to you?!"

"Believe me, there is nothing I'm more aware of than your naked body," I told her, as I moved my hand to gently cup her breast. Her eyes closed and I heard her let out a very soft, drawn out breath. I continued to cup her breast for a few more seconds, before sliding my hand back to rest on her stomach.

"Ooohhh, fuck... I want you now..." she sighed.

"If we weren't still hung over I'd agree," I lied. If I had access to just one bloody, damned condom, hang over or not I knew I would have cured Rose Ann of her virginity within the hour! I pressed forward to kiss the back of her neck. "Midnight, New Year's Eve."

"But..." She moved her hips slightly against my hard-on. "You want to and I've never been so ready..."

"Midnight, New Year's Eve," I repeated.

Rose Ann flipped onto her back so she could look at me. "You actually mean it, don't you?" she said, sounding astonished.

"Mid... Night... New... Year's... Eve," I repeated with a kiss between syllables. "You can think about it and if you still feel that it's what you want, then you better believe it's what I'll want."

"I have thought about it, you fucking moron," she said as her fist thudded into my mattress. "Ever since I knew you'd be moving in, I've thought about it. Longer! Do you think your name was the only one I could have suggested to my Dad? I could have told him the names of a dozen girls who would have moved in with me in a second!"

"You know, I did wonder why you brought my name up. But, if that's the case then a few more hours won't matter," I said reasonably. Dear God, let the pharmacy be open tomorrow, I prayed to myself. This virgin is like a very frustrated ticking time bomb. To Rose Ann I admitted, "I'm as horny as you are. You have no idea how much I just want to take you right now. But you told me last night how you always wanted your first time to be special. I want to do everything I can. Candles..."

"We have candles," she interrupted to inform me.

"We do?"

"Daddy packed them in case we ever lost power. They're in the bottom drawer of my dresser."

I nodded. "Good to know. But bringing your dad into this sure dampens my mood. He'd twist me into a pretzel if he ever suspected what I was thinking of doing to his 'little girl'."

"Maybe you'd be lucky," Rose Ann chuckled. "Maybe Daddy would just shoot you and make your death quick." Then, swift as a cat, she turned on her side to face me. Breasts flattened against me as fingers traced a path through my small patch of chest hair. Heaven help me, she started playing with my nipple! Her voice was all playfully innocent. "Daniel, tell me what you're thinking of doing to me. Will it be more than once?"

One store! Just one store that's open, God. Even if I have to walk twenty miles...

Ignoring her question, I pressed her away and onto her back again. I made a gesture towards the storm outside. "I'd like to have chocolates and anything else you might want to make your first time special. But that storm is supposed to last into this evening. By then I doubt there will be a store open, even if I could drive to it tonight."

"You idiot. Candlelight will be nice, but anything else I might want?" Rose Ann pointed to our hips under the covers, "If I remember biology class, I think we already have everything we need."

This time we both laughed. "So true. Still, you told me that you've stayed a virgin because either the time, or the guy or the place wasn't right. I can't do anything about the place. We're stuck here even if I could afford a honeymoon suite at a hotel. I can't change from being me, so the decision if I'm still the right guy is entirely up to you. The only thing I can control is the time. The best I can do for something special is Midnight, New Year's Eve. A new year to mark your change in status."

"It's a nice thought, but once we're not feeling hungover, we don't really need to wait."

"Midnight, New Year's Eve," I repeated.

"Oh, my GOD! I've been waiting since I started to date! I'm so fucking tired of waiting!"

"After all that time a few extra hours shouldn't matter," I said, trying to sound reasonable. "Maybe I can get to somewhere that sells flowers."

"Flowers? I'm a naked, very willing virgin in your bed and you're thinking about stupid, damned flowers?"

Flowers, cricket, rugby, my ugly third grade teacher... I'll even think about American football, if it stops me from thinking about naked, willing virgins...

"Well flowers are traditional, so I've heard. Sprinkled flower petals on the bed."

Rose Ann looked confused.

"Flowers for the deflowering," I told her, answering her unasked question.

She burst out laughing. "Oh, God! 'Deflowering...' that sounds so... So... I don't know what it sounds like, but it doesn't exactly shout romance!"

"Wouldst M'Lady prefer 'Chucking her Cherry'?" I asked, while tickling her ribs to make her laugh more.

"Plucking the Plum, perchance?" I asked while tickling her harder.

"Possibly... Popping the Persimmon?"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Rose Ann howled, trying to pry my tickling hand from her ribs.

"I know, M'Lady! I know the exact thing," I said, as I stopped tickling her. She gradually regained her senses and ceased laughing, no doubt wondering what this fool would do next.

Rising to prop myself up on an elbow, I reached down under the covers to put my hand gently on her mound. She drew in a surprised breath at this, my most intimate touch till this time. She opened her legs slightly as my fingers moved further to carefully cup her between her legs. She was so warm and soft... I knew, without dipping a finger into her slit, that she was moist. With hand in place, I continued in a voice as if reading a grand proclamation before Parliament.

"Forsooth, Good Peoples! Come forth and take heed of the prize beneath my hand. Wars shall be fought! Great deeds shall be done! All in an attempt to win but this small portion of fair maiden. Ne'er hast such a sweet and succulent award been offered to the one deemed worthy. Therefore, by Royal Proclamation! Let it be known to all the Peoples of the Empire that henceforth and forevermore! Yon prize shall be known as... 'Peeling the Peach!'."