The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 2

Hot Chocolate and homemade cookies.

Based on a post by MrJack, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time.

The afternoon and early evening hours dragged on uneventfully. I had bathed (again), and put on a dark wool shirt and faded jeans. While the snow continued falling, I snacked on cookies and absentmindedly tried to watch part of a football game. Flipping off the TV, I tried surfing some porn, but the flavor of mint chocolate cookies drew my thoughts back to the taste of a luscious young Girl Scout Leader's lips and the feeling of a tight pussy enveloping my cock.

I suppose I ate too many cookies, so my supper was just a hurried snack of thrown-together leftovers. About 6 o'clock, I cleaned up the kitchen and then went to the living room to stir up the embers in the fireplace. I threw a few logs in and soon had a cozy warm fire, heating and lighting the room.

Curiosity led me to flip on the front porch light and take a look at the weather through the front door's ice-covered windowpane. Huge flakes of fluffy snow were falling like windswept feathers from the darkened sky. Several inches were already covering the ground.

Suddenly, my peering eyes caught a glimpse of a hat and coat-covered figure trudging through the snow on a heading straight towards my door. The short stature of the struggling person made my heart leap with hopeful anticipation. If my instincts were right, my young Scout Leader lover was returning like a thief to the scene of an afternoon crime.

When I cracked the door open, the snow-covered apparition rushed inside and headed straight for the warmth of the fire. Throwing a backpack in a chair, my visitor removed gloves and then snatched off a knitted woolen hat and a long scarf.

A fly-away mop of curly brunette hair confirmed my suspicions that my Little Debbie had indeed returned to me. "Hi Jason," she breathlessly said. "Goodness gracious, I didn't realize it was so 'wintry' outside!"

Although I was elated beyond belief, to have my teen love back in my home, I couldn't stop myself from admonishing her. "Damnit Debbie!" my unbidden words said. "I thought I told you to 'go away little girl' until we had time to think things out!"

"Hold onto your horses, Mister," Debbie retorted. "I didn't come back to stir up trouble. I've brought your jacket back to you. I'll leave when I get warmed up. Okay?"

Digging into her backpack, Debbie drew out my jacket and tossed it to me. Throwing the coat aside, I grabbed the girl and jerked her into my arms. "No young lady, it's not 'okay'!" I answered forcibly. "You're staying for a while! If I need to, I'll do what you said I would someday say. I'll 'beg you to stay'! Now, take off your coat and your wet shoes and socks, please."

Stepping away from me, the obedient teenager shrugged her shoulders and then removed her coat. When my astonished eyes realized what this girl had on beneath her outerwear, I just about peed in my pants!

Long gone was the tight-fitting Scout Leader uniform. In its place the young woman wore a pair of baggy 'bib' overalls. They weren t denim, like farmers often wear. This garment was handmade and pastel blue, made from a cotton knit fabric. Beneath the bibs she had on no shirt! She had on no bra! And, if I were to guess, I'd guess she had on no panties!

Debbie stood flatfooted and then bent over at the waist. She began pulling off her snow-wet shoes and socks. Without the confinement and support of a bra, this girl-woman's breasts fell down and strained against the barely-concealable covering of her bib top. The twin thin straps crossing over her bare shoulders were the only mechanical supports keeping the busty boobs from escaping completely.

For a young lady of such a slim and diminutive stature, her tits seemed to be enormously over-proportioned. I never was a fella who kept up with the technicalities of boob-cup size. I usually used a more objective measurement. I'd say Debbie's breasts were about the size and shape of a couple of Sunshine State grapefruits on an overdose of steroids.

At the moment, those dangly mesmerizing melons were swinging to and fro in the firelight's glow. As they swayed, jutting nickel sized dark-pink nipples flashed out from their bib covering. Two-inch pale pink areolas framed the nubile nubs.

"God damn it, Debbie!" I suddenly announced. "I thought you just said you didn't come here to 'stir up trouble'! Hell girl, a female with exposed tits like those is going to get plenty of 'trouble' coming her way!"

Debbie smiled, grabbed her backpack, and took a seat on the floor near the fire. "Jason, my dear," she teasingly scolded. "Mister, I have on more clothes than you had on when you greeted me at the door earlier today! Hey Honey, guess what? Sit down because I have a surprise for you."

Giving in to undeniable temptation, I sat on the plush rug, in the middle of the floor.

Digging into her pack, Debbie removed a covered Tupperware container, a stainless steel thermos, and two mugs.

"I suppose you've had supper?" the girl questioned rhetorically. "I bet you haven't had dessert. You know what? I've been thinking about you for hours, so I baked you some 'homemade' cookies and made you some 'homemade' hot chocolate. Want some?"

At first, I didn't answer. My eyes were glued to the exposed expanse of uncovered female flesh. The bib straps did little to conceal a flawless naked back and a set of curvaceous shoulders. I moved my position on the floor so I could get the swollen erection bulging inside my pants straightened out.

"Debbie, in truth, I haven't had dessert," I managed to say. "Now, aren't you the little domesticated lady? Making 'homemade' cookies and hot chocolate for my dessert?"

Laying out her bounty, Debbie winked at me and mischievously teased, "Oh Jason, the milk and chocolate are just and 'appetizer'. Here is what I really brought for you to 'eat' for a dessert treat."

Slim fingers flipped the bib straps loose from their buttons. The bib top fell into the girl's lap. This young woman's tantalizing pair of ponderous boobs burst out and swung as free, as a couple of over-ripe pendulum nectarines hanging heavy on a fruit tree.

Just as my startled eyes were adjusting to the majesty of this sight, the wickedly wondrous woman-child stuck her hands into the sides of her overalls and slid them down over her butt, her legs, and her feet. Confirming my suspicions, she had on no panties.

Blushing shyly, the nude teenager scooted across to me and plopped her young ass in my lap. "Jason, I guess I wasn't completely truthful about 'stirring up trouble'," Debbie whispered. "I suppose I'm hoping you'll 'make love' to me again; and if you did I wanted to be naked myself."

I touched her two marvelous tits, but could say nothing.

"Oh god, Jason, please don't think of me as a wickedly wanton 'hussy'!" Debbie hastily added. "But Mister, I love you;and if you wanted to 'take' me again, then I'd really like you to. Of course now, if you want me to 'go away' again; I will. Do you?"

I suppose it was my own damn fault for awakening the sleeping passion in this sexy young woman. This conniving vixen had boxed me into an inescapable lust and love trap. She was using her feminine wiles in a seductive entrapment scheme.

My voiced boomed, "Damn your sweet sexy young ass, girl! If you try to 'go away' now, I'll throw you on the floor and rape the hell out of you! Hell, I think I'll savagely attack you anyway! If you want me to 'eat' you for a treat, then 'eat' you, I will!"

Soft, luscious lips became the first victims of my desire. I kissed my Scout Leader lover with lust-inspired love. I was so fanatically aroused, I tongue-fucked her mouth with my stiffened saliva-coated tongue. Somewhere in the back of my kiss-hungry mind, I realized that Debbie was tongue-fucking my mouth, too.

Debbie's fingers were tugging at the buttons of my shirt. Before I knew it, the shirt was off and lying atop her bib overalls. My pants, underwear, shoes, and socks joined the heaping pile of clothing.

I'd made the mistake of getting my cock before the 'fucking-horse' earlier this day. I was determined not to repeat the error of my ways. Before I did any fornicating this night, I was going to do a lot of looking at tender young female flesh and I was going to have a feast of eating.

Pushing Debbie down flat on the floor in front of the fireplace, I gazed in awe at the splendid beauty of her unblemished teenaged body. Her big-glorious tits had flattened out a bit. Her abdomen was a smooth expanse of slim, flawless flesh. Short, slender legs stretched out seductively. And there, right between the 'V' of my love's legs was a sparse bush of thin pubic hair, only slightly concealing a swollen mound of erotically exciting female pussy.

Without waiting a second longer, I bent over, spread the girl's legs wide, and plunged my mouth into the tender young pussy staring me in the face. I viciously kissed the soft skin of her bush-covered pussy mound. I kissed and licked every delectable inch of feminine flesh from her thighs to her pussy lips.

I spread the swollen pussy lips and captured the girl's clitoral jewel between my lips. I licked and sucked the rigid 'girlie-girl' treasure. Debbie's teen clit stiffened in an effort to accept my ferocious oral assault. My tongue flicked and licked feverously. I explored the young cunt with the spit-wet slippery wetness of my tongue and mouth.

Sexually stimulated, pussy-hungry, and horny beyond belief, I cupped my tongue to stiffen it and plunged it into the hot-pink opening to Debbie's vaginal hole. This dame had reached the full age of puberty so her young female body produced an abundance of feminine moisture. I licked and lapped all the wetness I could get. Debbie was whimpering wantonly, and sighing contently.

I ate my young lover's cunt with the appetite of a pussy-starved man. Sweet, warm, wet vaginal flesh was mine to consume, with all the wicked debauchery of a man gleefully possessed by bedeviling lust.

With this same unfettered lust, I assaulted Debbie's womanly tits. These delectable orbs and their nipple-topped pink buds fell victim to my untamed oral mauling. The skin of my face had been clean-shaven a few hours ago, but enough stubble had now grown out to scratch and scrape the tender titty flesh. With the same reasoning as a dog would pee on a tree, I deliberately marked the unblemished breast skin as a sign of territorial acquisition and ownership.

Stopping to gaze at Debbie's stubble-scratched tits, I couldn't help but imagine the quantity of baby-nourishing milk these wondrous mammary jugs could hold. If she were to become a mother of my baby, then I knew the child would be well-fed.

Abruptly, I ended this violent oral onslaught on my lover's body. After pressing my lips to Debbie's mouth; in a deep, love-obsessed kiss, I bodily scooped her up from the rug with my muscular arms and carried her featherweight body to my bed.

This 'barely legal' young woman had giving her willing consent to being fucked again. So curse my wicked soul to hell, that's what I would do to her! I pitched her pretty, silky-smooth, female body into the center of my bed. I climbed into the bed above my lover, spread her legs, and positioned my cock at the entrance to her dripping wet feminine glory hole.

With the breeding urges of a domineering 'stallion', I mounted my in-heat 'filly' with all the uncontrollable, animalistic desires of a wild, feral animal mating. There was nothing romantic about this carnal coupling. With the insemination instincts of a wild creature, I fucked Debbie.

Nothing romantic about this coupling? Well hell, I realized with this mating, that I truly loved this young woman, and she genuinely loved me! Our 'bareback' sex seemed to be emphasizing the depth of loving commitment we were willing to take. Throwing caution to the wind, we seemed to be subconsciously saying, "If 'we' get pregnant, then so be it!"

Putting thoughts of pregnancy aside, my cock parted my woman's pubic bush and sank deep into her bottomless, sweltering hot vaginal cavity. Debbie's pussy accepted the welcomed intruder and urged it to do its duty with all deliberate haste.

Debbie felt my elongated, swollen shaft pounding into her pussy, with jackhammer strokes which penetrated deep into her innermost feminine sanctuary. After only a little while, she felt the beginnings of orgasmic fire being conceived. Just as she'd hoped, the flames gave birth to the wildest, most intense orgasms she'd ever had. She gloried in the ecstatic, euphoric majesty of it.

My body too, was reveling in the delightful exhilaration of powerful, cock-quaking orgasms. My masculine loins quivered, shuddered, and shook. My pulsating phallic rod began spewing forth torrents of slippery, milky-white seminal cream. I grunted and groaned with the guttural sounds of a man overwhelmed by orgasmic forces; stealing away his mind, body, and soul.

My steaming seminal cream was filling Debbie's pussy and triggering the birth of another round of enormous orgasms. Multiple orgasmic events followed in the wake of those before. This young woman's body sprayed her forbidden lover's loins with all the feminine cum she had in her body.

Time lost its meaning as my cock and Debbie's pussy joined together in a race for orgasmic rapture. The end didn't come quickly. Time slowed to a crawl as a man and a woman's joyful bliss continued for an eternity and then gradually subsided. The two of us lay in each others arms and basked in the warming comfort of sexual afterglow.

Debbie cuddled tightly against me and softly whispered, "Jason, I'm a cummy, slimy mess and my pussy is so sore I'm not sure if I can walk. But, can we take a hot bath and then do this again before I have to go home?"

After kissing my young Scout Leader lover, I lifted her into my arms. I made a detour on the way to the bathroom. Back in the living room, Debbie scooped up the homemade cookies and hot chocolate.

Hot Bath and Bedtime Cookies.

Debbie and I had a long, leisurely bath in my Jacuzzi tub. We kissed, we fondled, we tickled, and we teased. My delightful Scout Leader, college girl lover became infatuated with my recovering erection.

As we got out to towel each other dry, Debbie said; "Jason; I'm not sure how to do it, but will you let me 'eat' your cock like you ate my pussy? Can we finish our cookies in bed? She tilted her head down and gave me her best puppy dog eyes; Mister, you wouldn't kick me out of your bed if I were to spill some cookie crumbs, would you?"

Without answering, I snapped my towel and towel-whipped Debbie's shapely, pretty little ass, all the way from the bathroom to my bed. The giggling girl laughed merrily, jumped under the covers, and waited with excited anticipation.

As I stood by the bed, Debbie's female form emerged from under the covers. Without warning, she reached out with her small, feminine hands, grabbed my cock and began to play with a skill born of instinct.

This petite-figured young woman's short fingers couldn't quite completely encircle my swollen shaft, yet she played and fondled energetically. Not one inch of my blood-engorged meat went untouched. My balls were squeezed, juggled, and bounced. Fidgeting fingers ran through my pubic hairs combing, pulling, and tugging. Debbie's voice heatedly declared, "Oh god!  Mister, your cock's more wonderful to play with than I imagined it would be! Jason, I'm going to kiss and suck it now."

And that's just what she did. Debbie began kissing my meaty, hard shaft. Her warm, wet lips and tongue kissed and licked with a frenzy of cock-hungry desire. The girl's lips were moving so frenziedly that the head of my cock 'accidentally' slipped into her mouth. She licked and sucked the mouthful of meat with an inexperienced zest.

I immediately knew this was Debbie's first cock-sucking rodeo. She was tentatively sucking with a novice's skill. Female intuition guided her actions. She made her mouth release a flood of saliva which lubricated the rigid rod she was sucking on. Before I knew it, her head was bobbing up and down on my spit-lubricated shaft. My wet cock was disappearing deeper and deeper into the girl's tight, young mouth. The sensual sensations overwhelming me, felt unbelievably good!

Debbie's mouth, lips, and tongue were dripping wet with cocksucking enjoyment. My swollen manhood was imbedded deep into the girl's cock-hungry oral cavity, and she was refusing to let go of it. This young lady had an unusually long, serpentine-like tongue which flicked and licked with venomous fire. This wicked, viperous tongue-snake coiled around the man-meat it was so intent upon devouring.

My fingers dug viciously into Debbie's curly hair and attempted to pull her head away from my dangerously imperiled manhood. My cock-crazed young lover had sucked my shaft deep into her throat and was now chewing my meat with biting, razor-sharp teeth.

Paying no attention to the hair-pulling pain, Debbie ravenously ate the meat in her mouth. Looking down, I saw the fingers of one of her hands buried inside her drippy wet pussy. The girl was fingering herself to orgasm using my cock as a stimulus.

In defense of my teeth-scared cock-shaft, I slapped the cock-frantic girl's face with a stinging blow to one cheek. When the over-enthusiastic female sex fiend, finally let go of my inflamed rigid rod, I threw her back on the bed and jumped astride her. I curtly said, "Damnit lady, if you want an orgasm, I'll give it to you, 'man style!"

I didn't believe my masculine body had a single drop of testicle fluid left in it, but as soon as my suck-stimulated erection entered Debbie's sweltering hot pussy oven, I started cumming. Whatever seminal cream my body had left; was now euphorically deposited, inside my sweet love's vaginal vault.

Debbie's tight pussy welcomed its pulsating penile partner to come in and make itself at home. Slippery feminine cum began bathing the penetrating cock as soon as it entered. Female orgasms once more made her young woman's body glory in the elation; and thrill of lust and love.

This being our third sexual coupling since early afternoon, our mutual orgasms weren't as strong or long-lasting as previous ones. Nevertheless, we joyfully celebrated our newfound bond of awakened love. There, atop cum-soaked sheets, we two exhausted lovers fell asleep in each others arms.

Popcorn Delight

A blast of window-rattling wind awakened us. A quick look at the clock told me it was late. It was too damn late for a 'barely legal' teen to be out cavorting with the horny older bachelor who lived down the street!

"Oh shit, Debbie!" I worriedly said. "Good god girl, we'd better get your sweet ass home before your mother comes looking for me!"

As I reached for my pants, the telephone beside the bed started ringing. Apprehensively, I reached out, punched the speakerphone button, and answered, "Hello."

"Jason, have you been watching the weather?" and unfamiliar voice said. "Over a foot of snow has fallen since my daughter headed over to your house with her cookies and hot chocolate! The wind is howling and the temperature is well below freezing."

Oh sweet lord, it was Lucy Darling; Debbie's mother calling! How in the hell did she know where to call! As if reading my mind, the woman on the phone said, "Jason, I caught Debbie in her virgin blood and cum-soaked Scout Leader uniform, earlier today. She confessed her 'sins' to me."

I felt a pang of shivering fear in spite of the fact that Debbie was 'of legal age'. Subconsciously, I heard police sirens coming to carry my jailbait-screwing ass off, to be incarcerated. My asshole contracted with the thoughts of 'big bubba' making me his prison cell slave.

"Listen here, Jason," the phone voice said. "I don't want you to let my girl come out in this dangerous storm. Just keep her there with you tonight, and try to get her home sometime tomorrow."

My confused mind was attempting to adjust to the words spoken by the mother of my young lover. Yet, before I had time to think, she spoke again, "You're a nice man, Jason, so I'm not going to put up much of a fuss about you fucking my daughter. I suppose she's 'big enough', so she's 'old enough', for sex with a man. But Mister, you'd better know one thing about these sleepover get-togethers. If you 'do the crime' of getting her pregnant; then you'd better be prepared to 'do the time' as a husband and father!"

Abruptly, the speakerphone went silent. Shaking my head with stunned amazement, I looked at the smiling face of my young woman lover.

Staring back up at the ceiling. I couldn t move; I couldn t speak.

Jason? Debbie broke the silence. I should tell you that I went home mom and I did talk. But what she didn t say was that I gave her a chewing out, too. Then I gave her an update on our new love. She apologized for not providing guidance to me. Jason, don't you think my mom has some mixed-up liberal and conservative ideas about sex?" she asked. "I surely don't mind though, do you? She s been in denial about my growing up, and tried every way she could, to forestall the progression. I hugged her and forgave her; then I shared how my prince charming was revealed this morning; he-he; literally!

I finally rolled to face my little vixen. She was happy; no; she was giddy!

Jason, she asked me lots of questions, but I only told her a simple overview. Our intimacy is not for others to ask details of.

This debutant showed wisdom beyond her years. I just listened while I brought her into my arm for a cuddle. My other hand began fondling her two luscious tits.

Debbie continued; I told her of my desires and dreams. How I ve had fantasies about you since I was in 8^th grade. How I only wanted to make your life more wonderful.

Debbie sat up and moved down next to my feet. She slid her feet up on my chest while she started giving me a gentle post-coital foot massage.

What else did your mother say? I inquired while I propped up a pillow against the headboard and sat up. I was determined to give her a great foot massage.

Oh, I asked her lots of questions about intimate acts. She told me stuff that she and my dad enjoyed, before he died. She also admitted that she and Mr. Rausch are intimately involved. You know him? The widower at the end of the block? She didn t want to marry him because I might have a hard time with that adjustment. Oh, Jason, your foot massage is better than sex, right now. Mainly because you ve made my cunt and nipples so raw.

Now I was massaging her calves. I had her swooning.

Debbie continued; I told her to marry him before she loses her chance. Mr. Rausch is a very good man, and even though he s 14 years older, they are truly compatible and in love. Don t you agree, Jason, dear?

I did agree. Debbie s mother is a young-looking 40-something Milf, and Mr. Rausch will make a lot of his golfing buddies jealous, having such a trophy wife.

Hey, have you got some popcorn we can pop in the fireplace? I'd like a snack before we settle down to sleep. It's only ten o'clock."

"Oh, and one more thing," she added. "If you're planning on sticking that cock of yours into my pussy again tonight, as I hope you are; then you'd better plan on carrying me home tomorrow. As I told you, I'm already so sore I can hardly walk. Now, I'm going to find that popcorn in the kitchen."

Debbie climbed over me to head slowly, gently. Teasingly, she allowed her pubic hairs to brush against mine. At the sight of her sweet nude ass, my sleeping cock awakened and began swelling to an excited erection. The sleep we'd had, was just enough rest for my manhood to build up its pussy-penetrating horniness. Without putting on my clothes, I detained the naked cockteaser. I tumbled off the foot of the bed and sat on the rug with my back leaned into the mattress, centered between her two dangling legs. I grabbed both ankles and tugged her down, off the mattress and onto my shoulders. With ease I arose, and my naked little goddess, my sacrificed virgin on my back. We ducked under the doorway and strolled all the way to the kitchen.

The popcorn is stored high on the top cupboard shelf I told her. And grab the cheesy-flavored salt while you re at it.

My back had a trail of body juices running down to my ass. Debbie was using one hand to press my forehead into her navel, to keep stable. Her ankles were hooked behind my shoulder blades. All the while, her other hand was passing down the supplies to me.

I m not sure Debbie was even aware that her pelvis was rocking; now twerking, on the low vertebrae at the base of my neck. Her clit had found a hard nub to rub against. My gawd! This was a horny, deeply sensual woman, trapped in a youthful; although shapely, teen body.

While Debbie had rummaged around and found the popcorn; her plans for popping were delayed when I lifted her petite young body and laid it on the kitchen table. I saw the tub of butter, still sealed on the counter, from supper. After dipping my cockshaft deep into the greasy tub of buttery lubrication, I plunged the grease-slippery erection into my woman's cock-sore pussy.

The slick, buttery lubricant worked magnificently well. I heard no complaints of painful soreness, as I plunged my manhood into Debbie's cock-stretched maidenhood. She didn't even cry as my hands played with the swollen mounds of her suck-sore nipples and bountiful tits.

An old tick-ticking mantle clock's ticks, kept pace with the rhythm of a cock and a pussy enthusiastically conjoining as one, in the time-stopping joy of orgasmic pleasure. Despite the slippery assistance of the thick, buttery lubricant, frictional fires were ignited and burned passionately.

This turned out to be just a speedy kitchen 'quickie', with lots of hurried, delightful thrills. Debbie and I knew we had all night, for another long, slow session of 'lovemaking'. Now we noticed just how chilly the house had become. My todger began to impersonate an introverted turtle, seeking the refuge of receding inward. Debbie s nipples, on the other hand, had a glorious bold definition and towered outward, begging to be warmed by my hairy chest.

I helped her down from the big oak table. Then she collected the necessary items while I brought the fireplace back to life. Soon it was roaring and filling the home with radiant heat. When I returned from the linen closet with a thick flannel sleeping bag; she was sliding the plush rug closer to the fire. I sat cross-leg and she nestled down on my lap. I unzipped the old sleeping bag and draped it over my shoulders. It contained the heat and I watched as my convenient thermometer; her rock-hard nipples, slowly soften, telling me her chills were abated.

My lover and I eventually had our popped-corn snack. We basked in the glow of firelight and felt no shame in our shared nudity. Later, we fell asleep well-fed with cookies, hot chocolate, and popcorn. The fierce snowstorm awakened us about halfway into the night. A feeling of 'honeymoon' lust was again aroused in both of us. As the storm raged outside, we made impassioned love.

With a two-foot snowfall covering the ground, I carried my Scout Leader lover home, about noon the next day. Many of the neighbors were out shoveling. Kids were towing sleds down to the park. Everyone stopped as Debbie and I ventured through the deep snow. She was high aloft, again riding my shoulders, with a proud smile, which could only be rivaled by my own proud grin. I suppose she had good reason for her pussy to be plenty sore, but I heard not one feminine complaint. I knew there might be a strong possibility I had implanted an impregnation seed into my 'barely legal' lover's womb.

Oh well, I suppose I could 'do the time' as a husband and father; because I sure was enjoying 'doing the crime' of loving and lusting! The good ones go early , I recall a college buddy saying, when asked why he was marrying the younger girl from his neighborhood. The problem with only pursuing women of my mid-thirties age, was that a progressively higher percent of the remaining females had issues. Sometimes neurotic issues. Perhaps even abusive issues?

No, I was not the one making the big risk; Debbie was. But she saw me as a man I only hoped to become. In her favor, I now had more motivation than ever, to pursue the goal of meeting her expectations.

Approaching The Darling home, I was greeted by her neighbor; Carl Rausch, as he shoveled the walk and steps. Lucy was just coming outside with a mug of hot cider, to refresh him.

Jason and Debbie, it s wonderful to see you two this morning. Please do come in and visit. Lucy said with an expression on her face that inferred a demand, more than a request.

And thank you, Jason, for keeping my daughter safe and warm. It s fortunate that you were there for her. Our home furnace had issues and Carl came over at 10:30 last night to fix it. The sweet man then built a fire and we were never so warm. Right, Carl?

So both of the Darling women had intimate company, last night?

Slipping our boots off in the entry, we proceeded to the livingroom, where two sofas were situated facing each other, with a coffee table between. I sat with Debbie. I was very nervous. Debbie is all that Lucy has of her marriage, being a widow. But Lucy took her seat next to Carl, with her head leaned on his cozy chest, and her hand softly placed upon his. She had the most contented smile, then she said; We have an announcement to share with you two.

My life took on greater purpose, during that storm. A purpose that excited every fiber of my being. Besides, if I recall correctly, a young Scout Leader had recently told me that the Girl Scout's recruitment objective this year was to get people to 'commit to a girl'. With Debbie as the 'girl', I think I'd finally have no problems with 'commitment'.

 Based on a post by MrJack, in 2 parts, for Literotica.