Message-ID: <21908asstr$945691802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ann_douglas@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} RP:AnnD"Snowbound-An Xmas Story"MF(2/4) Lines: 379 X-Original-Message-ID: <83k8nj$5vq$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Dec 20 03:44:52 1999 GMT Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 07:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar Snowbound by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Two Luck was with them as they entered the closest shop. A couple were just getting up from a booth. They ordered coffee and spent a few minutes catching up. Ilyssia told him all about life in New York, at least the sanitized version that she normally told family members. She was sure that Sean wouldn’t react the same way as her parents had when they learned that their ‘little girl’, as they still referred to her, hadn’t been a little girl since her 17th birthday. That was when she had let Tommy Mallory put his thing inside of her. An event that happened more and more frequently the older she got. Ilyssia was far from what anyone could call promiscuous, but she was a sexually aggressive woman and not afraid to go after what she wanted. Sean, in turn, brought her up to date on the doings in Spring Valley. Ilyssia took in every word, surprising herself at how interested she was in what her friends lives were now like. “And you know Kimberly had twins last summer.” Sean was saying as he sipped his coffee. “Johnny’s taking over his father’s lumber business couldn’t have come at a better time.” The image of Johnny North, now Sean’s son-in-law came to mind. Of course the image that Ilyssia kept was much different than the one carried in the older man’s wallet. In Ilyssia’s image, Johnny was both naked and muscular, holding a cock the size of which that you rarely saw outside of a porno flick. If she learned nothing else about Johnny during the spring they had been an item, it was that he was equally fantastic in bed. No lover since had equaled those two fantastic months. She envied her friend when she considered that Kim had him in bed with her every night. Well, it had been her decision to end the relationship, she reminded herself. As good as they were in bed together, they shared much different dreams. Johnny had no greater goal than to one day run the family business. A goal she was now glad to hear he had reached. She, on the other hand, had her sights set higher -- and spending her best years in Spring Valley wasn’t part of the plan. “And how is Amanda doing?” Ilyssia asked, immediately realizing that she had made a stupid blunder. “I hear she’s doing fine.” Sean said unemotionally, taking another sip of his coffee. “I’m sorry, I asked without thinking.” she apologized. “That’s okay,” he said. “She’s someone you know and it’s only natural for you to ask about her.” he paused a moment, then added, “If you’ll excuse me a few minutes, I need to use the facilities. Another problem with growing older.” he grinned. “Damn, that was stupid!” Ilyssia admonished herself. “How could I ask him about Amanda. What was I thinking?” Amanda Murphy O’Shaughnessey was Kimberly’s mother and Sean’s wife of over 30 years. That was until their divorce last year. They had been married when Sean was 18 and she had just turned 17. Over three decades, they had raised 4 children and saw 6 grandchildren come into their life as well. Then one day it all came apart. Rumor had it that Sean came home unexpectedly one day and found Amanda in a compromising position with one of her students. She was a professor of English literature at the local community college. No one in town was really sure, since Sean hadn’t made an issue of it at the divorce hearing. He had simply said they had irreconcilable differences and Amanda hadn’t contested that statement. Actually, one other person in Spring Valley did know what happened. Amanda had frantically called her daughter right after Sean walked out. Kimberly, needing someone to talk to, someone she trusted but still distant enough to keep anyone in town from knowing, had called Ilyssia in New York. Considering her own somewhat sexually adventurous background, Ilyssia shouldn’t have been shocked by the story Kimberly confided in her -- but she was. It wasn’t the sort of thing that she imaged happened in their home town. Of course she was wrong about that. Things like that happened in small towns everywhere. They just didn’t get talked about as much as in the big cities. Sean had indeed found Amanda on the floor of their basement party room with one of her students, both of them wearing less clothes than you’d see on the beach. What no one knew was that aside from the sandy haired 20 year old, who’s cock was at that moment siding in and out of the 48 year old woman’s mouth, there was a second, similarly clad, young man who was busy burying his own cock between her legs. Standing beside them was a third young man, totally naked and stroking his cock, eager to join in on the fun. A dozen possible actions had flashed through Sean’s mind as he beheld the orgy going on in his own home. The most extreme of which was to grab the shotgun he kept in the next room and blow them all to hell. Few people in this small town would’ve convicted him under these circumstances. Instead he simply stood there until he knew Amanda had seen him. Then he simply turned and walked away. He never came back to the house and never saw Amanda again until the day of the divorce hearing. He had sent his three sons to pack up all his things and move them into a new house he rented. What not even Kimberly understood was the real reason Sean had simply walked out of a 30 year marriage. The obvious reason, that his wife was screwing around on him was also the wrong reason. Sean O’Shaughnessey was no innocent babe in the woods, especially in sexual matters. Back when they’d first been married, before the kids had started coming with astonishing regularity, he and Amanda had led a somewhat sexually adventurous life of their own. They were young, and it was the 60’s after all. They’d been at parties where they’d swapped partners, had a third in bed with them -- of both sexes. Amanda had even had a brief same sex affair during their second year of marriage. Then when the first baby came, they both decided it was time to settle down and put their games aside. It was the knowledge that Amanda had started those games without his knowledge that bothered him the most. He later found out that she had been bedding students for the better part of ten years. Yet even that he could’ve dealt with. What he couldn’t come to terms with was the fact that she had come to him almost a year before and told him that she no longer had any interest in having sexual relations and she would appreciate it if he wouldn’t make any demands on her in that area. It hadn’t been a turn of events that he envisioned at that point in their life together. After all, they’d had a still active sex life. Still, it was a request he had to respect. Amanda had hinted that if he felt that he had to go elsewhere to take care of his needs, she would understand. But that wasn’t the kind of man Sean O’Shaughnessey was, as she well knew. So in spite of many opportunities, since he was still an attractive man, he had remained celibate since that day. “I saw the jeep from the motel outside.” Sean said as he came back to the table. “We’d better get going.” They had stored their larger luggage in one of the lockers and only took a small bag each. Better to travel light since they would be back here in the morning. The quarter mile trip to the motel took almost a half hour in the bad weather. If it wasn’t for their driver’s skill with the 4x4, they would’ve been involved in at least two accidents. By the time they arrived, Sean wondered if perhaps they might’ve been safer staying back at O’Hare. “Here we are, safe and sound.” the young woman behind the wheel said as if she could read Sean’s mind. “Watch your step when you go up the walk, I know they salted it before I left but it can still get icy in this wind.” Both Ilyssia and Sean thanked her for the ride and hurried inside. Chicago was certainly living up to her nickname as ‘the windy city’. No sooner had they stepped inside and began to dust the snow from their coats when the air was shattered by a booming voice. “Sean, you miserable old SOB, how the hell are you?” called out the gray bearded man from behind the counter. Sean smiled as the voice’s owner spun around in his wheelchair and rolled himself out from behind the counter, quickly moving to shake Sean’s hand. “Damn, it’s good to see you again.” Bobby Wilson said as he energetically pumped his friend’s hand. “Bobby, you look great.” Sean replied with enthusiasm in his voice. He released his friend’s hand to instead give him a bear hug. Ilyssia watched as the two men embraced, wondering what the relationship between them was. It was obvious that they were close friends. Sean had mentioned that they had been Army buddies, but until an hour ago she couldn’t have imagined this gentle man in the military. “And this is Lisa, I mean Ilyssia Giordano.” Sean said as he motioned to his companion. “Any friend of Sean’s is always welcome.” Bobby said, the wicked gleam in his eyes very evident to Ilyssia. “Did your desk clerk tell you that we’d need an extra room for Ilyssia?” Sean asked. “An extra room?” Bobby repeated. “No, he just told me that you’d called and said that you were bringing a girl with you. I just assumed that....” Seeing where Bobby was headed, Sean quickly cut him off. “Bobby, she’s a friend of my daughter’s.” he said in a lower tone. “I happened to run into her at the airport.” “Shit, Sean, I believe you.” Bobby replied. “But even if that idiot clerk had gotten your phone message straight, I don’t have another room to be had. I’ve even had my staff quad up in order to rent out their rooms.” Sean turned and looked at Ilyssia for a moment, a look of apology on his face. “Of course I suppose I could give her my room and bunk in with you.” Bobby mused. “I did save you my best room, it’s up on the second floor.” Sean realized the offer Bobby was making. Ever since he lost the use of his legs, Bobby never slept anywhere but on the first floor of a building. He had a terrible fear of fire and was forever worried about being trapped on the second floor. “No, Bobby, that won’t be necessary.” Sean said. “We’ll make do.” “I’ll do it, you know that.” Bobby said. “I know you would, but I don’t want you to.” Sean said. “All right, but you know how I feel about you, pal.” Bobby said. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be laying in a plot in some Veteran’s Cemetery instead of in this chair. It might not have been a perfect life, but it’s still a life.” The bearded man had caught Ilyssia’s interest. He could tell that she’d been wondering about the connection between the two men. “Don’t let this old fart fool you.” Bobby said to Ilyssia. “He’s one of the bravest men I’ve ever known.” “Bobby, let’s not get into this.” Sean said, somewhat embarrassed. “It was back in ‘65, when old LBJ was President.” Bobby said, determined to tell his story. “We were two of the lucky one’s who got to spend their summer vacations in beautiful, tropical, South Vietnam.” Sean was now clearly annoyed but Ilyssia was totally fascinated. Bobby was talking about names and places she’s only seen in a history book. “We were on guard duty one night in Tuy Hoa, up by Highway One, when Charlie opened up with a motor barrage.” Bobby said as his eyes saw images from decades past. “So like the brave soul I was, I froze. Just like that, scared stiff. Then the lights go out as I catch some fragments from a round that landed way too close. Next thing I know, Sean here grabs hold of me and carries me into a ditch, saving what was left of my miserable life.” “Bobby, how many times do I have to tell you. There was nothing brave about it.” Sean interjected. “I was diving for the ditch and you were between me and it. I had to knock you into it in order to get by.” “Bullshit!” Bobby thundered. “I’m not going to sit here and let this little lady think you were some kind of coward.” Quickly he turned his attention back to Ilyssia. “What he’s not telling you, pretty lady, is that once the shelling stopped, Charlie started to storm the base. Sean here picks me up and carries me a half mile through the jungle and around the flank of the VC attack. All the while, the SOB is bleeding like a mother fu.... er like a stuck pig, from a fragment he caught in his own leg. It was enough to get us both shipped home ” Ilyssia knew the story was true. She’d seen the long jagged scar on Sean’s leg numerous times over the years when she’d been over to swim in the O’Shaughnessey’s pool. Sean would never explain how he’d got it, just that it was an old injury. “Okay, history lessons over.” Sean said, changing the subject. “I think it’s time we turned in.” “Room 214.” Bobby said as he handed them a set of keys, now satisfied that he’d said his piece. “Just off the top of the stairs.” As Sean leaned over to take to keys, Bobby whispered too low for Ilyssia to hear. “I’m afraid it only has a double bed, pal.” he said. “But maybe you can string a blanket across the middle like they did in those old movies.” he laughed. “Bobby never changes.” Sean thought as he picked up his bag and began to follow Ilyssia up the stairs. “He’s still incorrigible. But then, that’s why I still love him so.” True to his word, Bobby had saved the best room in the house for his friend. It wasn’t the Hilton, but it was more than comfortable. Most of the rooms on the first floor had been cut in half and reconstructed to accommodate the hourly trade. “It’s pretty nice, you have to admit.” Sean noted. “Right now, all I care about is that it has a hot shower.” Ilyssia said. “I feel like I’ve been in these clothes for days.” “Well the bathroom’s all yours.” Sean said as he tossed his bag on the bed and opened it to get out his stuff. The sound of running water filled the room as he heard Ilyssia turn on the shower. Sean tried to block out the image of the young woman behind the thin door, now devoid of clothes and stepping under the warm stream. There was no denying that Lisa, now Ilyssia had grown into a quite desirable young woman. In fact, she was even more attractive that her mother at her age. The Giordano’s had been one of the first couples they had become friendly with when they moved to Spring Valley. After first meeting Donna Giordano, Sean was almost sorry that they had left their spouse swapping days behind them. He didn’t blame Bobby for assuming that he had brought her there to help warm his bed. As if a young woman like that would be interested in an old fossil like him. Still a man could fantasize, no harm in that after all. (missing parts may be found at) Ann Douglas Web Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/ ASSTR Donation Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ********************************************************* Comments are the life blood of any amateur writer, the currency in which they are paid. It only takes a few minutes to send off a few lines, which is little to ask for in exchange for hours spent creating a story. So be sure to take those few minutes, it can only result in more and better stories in the future. ********************************************************* -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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