Pooze was in the window, his scruff standing erect as he whined softly. Kayla hobbled into the room and stopped, surprised to see the driveway cleared of snow. Her SUV had been cleared, and a pickup truck with a plow on the front was parked in her driveway. Pooze’s gaze was locked on the front walk, and Kayla moved closer to get a better look at what was happening. “Who the hell is that?” she asked, seeing a male form dressed in a heavy coat, a hat pulled down over his head. He had a snow blower in his hands and was working diligently to clear the walkway for her. “I hope he doesn’t expect me to pay him. I don’t have any cash in the house. I didn’t ask for this. Maybe he got the wrong house.”
Kayla knocked on the glass, and when he turned, she gasped in surprise. “Tristan?” She held her arms up in a gesture of question, and he smiled, holding up his finger, and then pointed to the front door. “He wants to come in?”
Pooze looked at her, his expression quizzical. “I met him in the store last week. He helped me when the stupid scooter died halfway down the aisle. He seemed really nice. We talked over a cup of coffee, and a mini pizza, but I didn’t tell him where I live. What the hell, Pooze?”
Tristan shivered and rubbed at his arms, returning her gesture. Kayla wasn’t sure that she wanted to let him inside, but to leave him standing in the cold after he had cleared the snow seemed slightly rude. She pulled her robe tighter and went to the door, pushing Pooze back with her crutch as she opened it. Tristan hurried in through the storm door, holding his hand out to the dog. “Aren’t you a cutie? You were guarding mom, huh? Good boy.”
“Tristan, what are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?”
“I looked you up on the Internet. Kayla Lien is not a common name, and you told me what town you lived in. I was gonna call you, but I have been busy with snow plowing. I remembered you saying that you were dreading a storm, so as soon as I finished up with my regular customers I came over to dig you out. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why did you do this? I can’t afford to pay you.”
“I’m not asking you to. A cup of coffee would hit the spot though.”
Pooze seemed to like him, and he was usually a very good judge of character. “Come on in. Let me open the door for Pooze, and put some pants on.”
Tristan followed her into the kitchen, taking his coat off, and hanging it over the back of the chair. Kayla opened the dog door and then headed into the bathroom. It was easier to slip on a pair of pants while sitting on the toilet because it was lower to the floor. When she came back out, Tristan had turned on the coffee pot and was digging through her cabinets. “What are you looking for?”
“Do you always make yourself so at home?”
Her comment obviously struck a nerve, and he shrugged. “Sorry. I was only trying to help. Have you eaten?”
“No, I was still asleep.”
“Can I make you some eggs or something?”
“Isn’t that supposed to be my question? My house and all.”
“Again, I was trying to help. It’s far easier for me to do it.”
“I suppose. I’ve been taking care of myself for weeks. I’m not helpless.”
“I’m putting you on the defensive, aren’t I? I didn’t mean to.”
“The cups are in the cabinet to the right, and if you feel like cooking, the pancake mix is in the fridge. I’m not one to sit back, and have things done for me. Maybe that is one of my faults. What’s with you?”
“You lost me.” Tristan grabbed two cups and filled them with coffee before going into the fridge for the milk.
Kayla waited until he turned back to her. “We met last week at Paymart, and now you’re here. You plowed my driveway, and you’re making me breakfast. Doesn’t that seem a bit odd to you?”
“Yes and no. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, and I tend to be a bit…I can’t think of the word. I have a clear sense of what I want in life. You struck me as someone I should really get to know, and here I am. No big mystery.”
Tristan rinsed the razor again and smiled. “Your legs are done. Can I shave your cunt?”
The question was so blunt, and so unexpected that she stared mutely at him. Trying to pull herself back together, she asked, “Why?”
“I don’t know. Easier for you to wash. I like a naked cunt. Have you ever had it shaved?”
“No. I trim it, but I have never had anyone else do it.”
He shrugged. “I guess short and neat is better than long and bushy. Can I trim it at least?”
Kayla frowned at him. With the exception of their brief meeting in the grocery store, they had known each other less than forty-eight hours. Did she really want him to trim her pussy? It was way more personal than washing her hair and shaving her legs. He was also waiting for an answer. Jacob had called her prudish about certain things, and she didn’t want Tristan to think that of her. She was already lying naked in front of him. He had watched her as she washed her pussy and her ass. “I guess. You have to promise not to cut me.”
“I won’t. What do you use to trim it?”
“Go in the drawer in the nightstand. There is a silver case with a small trimmer in it.”
He set the razor down and took out the pencil-like trimmer. It had a small vibrating safety razor in the tip and worked quite well with little danger of her catching her skin with it. Tristan turned it on. He walked around the bed, and crawled across it. Lying down, he lifted her good leg and slid his upper body beneath it. Kayla felt very exposed with her leg slung over his ribs. He leaned on his elbow, holding the razor in his right hand as he examined her. She swallowed in sudden trepidation. Why she had agreed to let him do this, she had no idea. She kept doing that with Tristan, allowing him liberties that would have been out of the question normally. He can talk to Pooze, a little voice in her mind reminded her. Kayla couldn’t take the nagging comment any longer. She glared at him. “Can you talk to my dog?”
Tristan looked up, his expression neutral. “I will not tell a lie.” He put the razor to her skin and began to trim away the overgrown hair on her mound.
She expected him to go on, but he didn’t. The slight vibration from the razor had never been sexual before, but in his hands it was. The inner muscles of her pussy were doing isometrics, contracting and releasing against the building wetness. He moved downward, closer and closer to her clit, her flesh tingling with unexpected desire. She wanted to ask him what he had meant, but her body was betraying her, and if she spoke, the words would come out in a pant. The squeak again, leaking from her throat as if her pussy was crying for help. He shaved the outside of one outer lip, and then spread her with his fingers, clipping the stray hairs that grew closer to the crevasse. He did the same to the other side, working quickly and efficiently all the while, her pussy growing more and more demanding.
Tristan put the razor aside and ran his tongue over her flesh. He lapped at her clit, his fingers sliding into her. Her pussy snatched at his fingers, inviting the touch even as her mind reprimanded her. She didn’t want him to think her a prude, but she didn’t want to be labeled as easy either. The resistance winked out as the flush of orgasm ripped through her body. It was wondrous, overwhelming, waves of heat washing through her chilled flesh as he stroked her pussy walls with his finger. His tongue twirled around her clit, licking her, teasing her in a way that was absolute perfection. Tristan leaned his head back, licking his lips, his fingers still caressing her. “I really want you, Kayla. The problem is that I don’t want to hurt your leg.”
She had forgotten all about her leg. “Oh. Um…as long as I don’t bend it, it will be fine.” It was a ridiculous answer, but she couldn’t think of anything else.
Obviously, Tristan answered his own question. He stood, quickly stripping off his clothing, and then removing the black boxers. He was semiaroused, and the sight was a wonderful thing to behold. Kayla had gotten visions of his cock through the fabric, but the package was more beautiful in person. He walked around to her side of the bed, urging her forward with a palm to her back. Kayla sat up and he pulled the cushion from behind her and replaced it with his body. He lifted her by the cheeks of her ass and slid beneath her. His legs were to either side of hers, the pillow under her leg giving it the right height to not stress the injury.
“Can you slide down to the bottom of the bed a bit?”
Kayla used her hands to lift her body and moved downward. Tristan followed her, laying back slightly so her ass ended up on his lower abdomen. His dick was protruding up from the crease of her thighs, the flesh not completely hard, but getting there. She stroked him with her palm, suddenly eager to feel him inside her. It didn’t take much, and then Tristan lifted her ass again. He slid back slightly, and then gently filled her with the heat of his dick.
Kayla gasped, the muscles clasping around him. The pulse in her inner pussy was growing too quickly. She wanted it too badly, her inner muscles screaming at her brain with a demanding desire that she was unable to squelch. Tristan pushed her down with his hands to her hips. She was stuffed, his head digging into her as if trying to bore a hole up into her uterus.