This is the last of 6 separate stories that was taken from a much larger piece. They take place on the same day, at the same time, during the same snow storm. Since each is a story all its own, it doesn't matter which one you read first. WK
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Kevin Stockton made his way through the sometimes blinding snow and stepped over three foot high drifts. "You better be fucking home, Marcel, or so help me I'll kick your ass," he muttered as he stepped into another large drift and snow made it to the inside of his boot.
Walking up to the front door, her almost slipped and fell down the five cement steps when he hit a patch of ice at the top. Ringing the doorbell, he stood bouncing from foot to foot in the frigid air as he looked around at the surrounding houses. It seemed like everyone who would normally be gone to work or school at this time, was staying home. He was just about to ring the doorbell once more, when he heard the locks being worked on the inside.
"Hey Gail," he waved, "is Marcel around?"
Gail Monet was 32 and slightly plump, with reddish brown hair and a very cute face. The problem with her getting dates was the fact that she was slightly overweight and she also was blind in her left eye. Although she tried not to show it, she had a slight crush on Kevin, mostly because he didn't make fun of her like everyone else did. Even though he was 9 years younger than her, she still could see herself dating him.
Opening the door slightly so Kevin could hear her, she shook her head. "Nah, him and my dad are stuck at my grandmother's house. They went over there early this morning to get her snow blower working, and this storm came up rather quick and stranded them there."
Kevin hung his head and sighed. "Well, as long as I'm here, you might as well give me a shovel so I can take care of some of this mess for you. I almost broke my ass on this patch of ice," he told her as he scraped his foot over the small but thick patch.
"Stuffs in the garage," she smiled slightly. Thanks."
When Kevin finished an hour later, he was sweaty, tired and hungry, and knew he had at least another twenty minute walk back home. Normally, the walk would have taken him less than eight minutes, but with the storm being what it was, however, it was going to be longer.
He had just finished putting the shovel and ice chopper away, when the garage door opened and Gail poked her head out. "Thank you so much!" she smiled. "Why don't you come in for awhile and get dried off and warmed up. I'll make you some soup or something."
The concept of walking back home sweaty and hungry appealed to him as much as cutting off his own nuts at that point. So, with a tired smile, he agreed. As soon as he stepped into the room, the warmth of the house engulfed him and he smiled and sighed.
"Go ahead and take off your stuff," she told him, handing him a towel. I'll go see what Marcel has in his closet that'll fit you, so we can get your clothes dried up." Before he could reply, she was already walking up the stairs.
She returned a few minutes later with a sweat shirt and a pair of sweat pants for him, and, although she wanted to stay to watch him get changed, she instead told him to just come up to the kitchen when he was ready. After getting out of the cold, wet things as quickly as possible, he made his way up to the kitchen, where Gail was just pouring a few packages of soup into a pan of boiling water.
"Feel better?" she asked as she smiled at him.
"Much," he said, returning her smile. He had always thought she was cute, however, given their age difference, he figured that she wouldn't even consider dating him. That, and that fact that she was such a nice person and he would only be dating her for a piece of ass made him feel a little guilty.
"So what are your plans for this wonderful snow day?" he asked, rubbing his hands together briskly.
What she had planned to do was take a long hot bath and curl up with a few of her favorite toys and make herself achieve as many orgasms as humanly possible. It was very rare that she had any time to spend alone, and had to resort to pleasuring herself quietly each night before bed. This was one of those special occasions where she would allow herself to let loose, and she had to admit she was slightly disappointed that it wasn't going to happen.
"I was going to take a nice hot bath, and then go curl up with a good book," she lied. "I have to admit, though, having you here for company is a lot better than that."
"Really?" he asked, a little astonished. "I would have thought you'd rather be alone. I know you get so little time to yourself in this house."
Smiling, Gail nodded. "That's true, but when you're in a house always full of people coming and going and still don't get noticed, it sort of gets to you. It's nice to actually have a conversation with someone."
"You're an adorable woman, Gail," he smiled, his face reddening. "How come you don't have a boyfriend?"
She stood back and raised her arms. "It's a little obvious, isn't it? She replied a touch of bitterness in her voice. "I'm overweight and I'm blind in one eye. Those two factors alone are enough to kill a man's desires, even if it was only for a one night stand. Most guys want a skinny, big breasted supermodel to show off to the world and tell them, "Look and see what I have', rather than have a chunky, half blind woman with little tits."
"I like little tits," he said quickly, suddenly regretting it. "Sorry," he apologized even quicker. "That was uncalled for."
Gail giggled and waved him off. "Don't worry about it, Hon," she told him. "One out of three isn't bad."
"What do you mean?" he asked. "I don't think you're all that much overweight, and you being blind in one eye has nothing to do with anything, really." He then gave her a small shrug. "It's what's inside that counts," he finished.
