In my suddenly darkened bedroom, Kelsea nuzzled my ear and whispered, "Neat trick," just as I had started kissing along the nape of her neck. But it was not of my doing. And soon I heard a cry of alarm and then faint thud from down the hallway. Zoey's voice rose up, laced with a bit of pain - "Hey! What happened to zee lights!?"
I broke enough away from Kelsea to make a better survey of what was happening. Not the easiest thing to do when I had a beautiful woman in my arms and her hand down my pants, stroking my rapidly rising erection.
There was little more than inky blackness in my room, and the hallway outside was in deep shadows. But at the far end of the corridor, where the stairway led downward, grayish light came from below. All the lights were out on the top floor. I knew what had happened. An all too common event in this old house with its antiqued wiring.
"A fuse blew."
In the shadowy dark, Kelsea's lips found mine. "No big deal then," she murmured.
Nicole's voice filtered up from the floor below. She sounded irritated and angry. "Hey! What's hell is going on!? A bunch of lights went off down here."
Zoey joined in, "I still can't zee anything!"
Our upstairs bathroom had no windows. With the door closed, it would be in utter blackness. As much as I didn't want to stop with Kelsea, I let go of her. Pulling my hands away from her delightfully shaped ass.
"We blew a fuse! Knocked most of the lights!" I shouted loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. "Give me a few minutes and I can swap it out!"
My eyes had adjusted some to the very dim light still streaming from downstairs. Even so, as Kelsea clung to me, I could only faintly make her out. But I clearly heard the pouting in her voice as she whispered, "Aw, I can think of something else to blow."
Her hand gave my shaft a playful squeeze, and I let out a soft groan. "Zoey can wait a bit," she whispered seductively in my ear. That was all it took to convince me. My hands returned to stroking her backside when my luck took another turn for the worse. The phone rang.
The ring of multiple cordless phones chiming together, echoing throughout the house. Power might be down in part of the old farmhouse. However, clearly, the central base station was still working, and the battery-powered cordless receivers functioned flawlessly.
"Ignore it," commanded Kelsea as she began pulling my pants down.
But then more bad news came. Nicole's still aggravated voice rose up in urgency, she sounded close to the bottom of the stairs. "Josh! The caller ID says it's Ben Olson! Your dad, right?"
Indeed Ben Olson was my father. He was calling to check up on me.
"Shit!" I hissed.
The phone rang again. A loud, insistent noise. I tried to remove Kelsea's hand from my underwear and pull up my pants, but she was making it difficult. She tickled my thigh and giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh, come on, Josh," she silkily breathed into my ear. "You can call him back."
Tempting as Kelsea's suggestion was, not answering my dad's call would cause my parents to worry about their baby boy. In turn, they would then make calls to neighbors and relatives. Kicking off a wave of attention that I didn't want to deal with. Sometimes it sucked to be the youngest.
"Trust me on this, let me take the call." I managed to extract myself from Kelsea and give her a quick kiss. "I'll make it up to you."
In the dim darkness, Kelsea sat down on the edge of my bed, folded her arms, and offered a pouty reply, "You'd better."
Another ring reverberated around the house. One more and it would head off to voice mail. Buttoning my jeans, I hustled out of my room. The nearest receiver was in my parent's bedroom. I navigated the shadowy hallway to my folks' room with relative ease. Growing up, power outages from the old house's wiring was all too common. I knew how to get around without light. Nonetheless, I still stubbed my toe into my parent's bed as I rushed in to grab the phone.
"Ow, damn it," I grunted as I pressed the call button just as the fourth ring began.
From the speaker, I heard the tinny voice of my dad echo out,
"Josh? Josh, are you alright?"
He sounded worried.
"No, no," I gasped as I put the receiver up to my ear. "I just banged my foot as I ran to get the phone."
"
We tried calling your cell, but couldn't get through,"
came my dad's still concerned voice.
"Is everything alright up there?"
With the pain in my big toe aching along and a still fading hard-on, I forced myself to take a moment to calm down. "Um...Well...The storm is hitting pretty hard; the nearest cell tower is probably down."
"Ah,"
replied my dad in understanding.
"We'd heard that the weather was getting worse. I wanted to make sure you were doing alright. You just stayed at home today?"
"Nowhere for me to go," I answered.
Abruptly, a rectangle of white light flared into existence in the hallway outside. To my light-starved eyes, it was a brilliant beacon, forcing the darkness away. Zoey was revealed as the source of the light. She was holding up a cell phone, it's screen facing away from her, providing the illumination. Giving me a questioning look, she was about to speak when I silently shook my head and pointed to the phone. Trying to explain about Nicole, her friends, and what I was about ready to do with one of those said friends was not something I wanted to get into with my father.
