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Click hereI received my very favorite Christmas present of all time that wonderful winter evening last December. It was a few days before the big event and I had just returned home from university for the holidays. Unfortunately, because of studying for examinations, I had not yet had much time for shopping.
My mother suggested I travel to the gigantic mall located in a large city a hundred miles away. Mother told me she got all her shopping done in one day at the place. I took her suggestion and headed for that mall early the next morning, despite the weathermanâs dire prediction of blizzard-like conditions.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. I didnât care. My father suggested I take his brand new Lincoln Navigator with four-wheel drive and plenty of room for presents. Nobody but father had driven the two week new black beauty yet.
The Christmas spirit really began to affect me as I traipsed through the huge mall, selecting appropriate gifts for all my family and friends. I especially enjoyed playing in the toy stores. That sure brought back some fond childhood memories. I picked out a Chicken Dance Elmo for my favorite cousinâs little daughter. When Elmo squawked âElmo wants to be a chicken! Elmo wants to be a duck!â I burst out laughing and all the other adults stared at me.
Returning home from the mall, I decided to take a short cut over back country roads my father had told me about. It had turned dark and snowed so hard I could only see a few feet in front of me. A deer suddenly jumped out on the road and I panicked and slammed on the brakes. Big mistake. I slid off the road, over an embankment and into a small ravine.
The Lincoln landed on its roof with the front pointed slightly upwards, which turned out to be a blessing. The air bag had deployed which prevented me from being injured but I could barely move. I couldnât free myself and I couldnât get to my cell phone in my purse on the passenger seat. The vehicleâs engine had shut off and I was pinned such that I couldnât reach the key to attempt to start it, just to keep warm. While driving I had taken my coat off and opened the window slightly which seemed to keep the windows clearer, and cranked up the heater/defroster.
I sat there for what seemed to me to be hours just shivering. Hardly any other vehicles had been on this road and they couldnât see me now anyway. I couldnât move and I couldnât summon help. Snow and wind blew in the open window. All seemed hopeless. I thought I just might freeze to death if my dire situation didnât change for the better soon. Finally I got some sort of idea. The possibility anyone would see my signal seemed remote but I thought it just might be my only chance to be rescued. I could reach the headlight switch. I turned the lights on and alternated between high beams and low beams for a few minutes and then turned them off and then repeated the process over and over and over. Like I said, the nose of the Lincoln did point up in the air. I did this for what must have been hours as the headlights got dimmer and dimmer until there was no juice left. I started to pray.
Oh my God! I saw lights. I saw another vehicle approaching. It got fairly close. Not a car. It looked like some sort of ATV. The driver got off and came up to my window and spoke. âNot to worry, lady, Iâll get you out of there. But first, do you think youâre injured?â Sweet music to my ears let me tell you, a human voice other than my own. I had feared I might never hear one again.
âNo, no, nothing hurts. But Iâm freezing in here. I might have frostbite.â
He forced open the door and deflated the air bag and cut the seat belt with a knife. But I still was upside down. âOkay, miss, now move your arms and legs and letâs make sure there is no reason I should summon emergency medical personnel instead of just yanking you out of there.â
âPull me out! It will take forever for them to get here. Iâm not hurt. I need to get warm. God, Iâm so cold!â
âYes, I would imagine. But youâll be fine soon.â
He began to gently inch me out of the Lincoln and I was out and standing on my feet in ten minutes. But not for long. I fainted but only momentarily. He picked me up and carried me in his arms to the ATV. After wrapping me in a blanket he put me behind him. âNow, you have to hang on to me,â he advised. âWeâll be someplace warm real quick.â I hung on for dear life.
It seemed like forever but Iâm sure it took only about twenty minutes until we entered a house and he carried me into a large den with a wood burning stove right in the middle of it. Logs burning brightly. Heat! Hallelujah! He put me upright up again. I could stand this time.
âOkay, miss, take off your clothes.â
âWhat?â
âYour clothes. Remove them.â
âWhy? Are you a doctor or something? Are you going to examine me?â
âMiss, your clothes are cold and wet. Iâm going to get you a sleeping bag. You get in that and sit or lay by the fire and youâll warm up. As a matter of fact, I am a doctorâŠan intern at a hospital in San Francisco. This is my parentâs home. Iâm spending the holidays with them. I wonât examine you unless you want me to. Perhaps I will have a look at your hands and feet to check for frostbite. But first, get warm. Now, Iâm going to get the bag. You take your clothing off and cover up with the blanket. Iâll throw your stuff in the dryer. Are we communicating effectively?â
âYes, sir, doctor, sir.â I laughed lightly and began to feel a little better. And my, the doctor was good looking once he took off the stocking hat and scarf.
Soon I lay naked in the sleeping bag by the fire, but I still shivered and he noticed. âI have another suggestion,â he offered.
âCook me in the fire?â I jested. He laughed. Delightful smile. And those eyes!
âWhat about a drink? Cocoa or tea or something?â
âHow about a shot of Jack Daniels?â I responded. Thatâs what my father drank but I hated the stuff.
âHow about a small glass of wine?â he countered.
âThat would be nice.â
âBe right back. Something to eat? I could make you a sandwich or something.â I shook my head indicating no thank you. âAre you a student at PUMA university?â he asked with a smirk as he picked up my sweatshirt, black bra and panties and other clothing. âThe sweatshirt with the logo.â
âClose on the PUMA. My school also has four letters and starts with a P.â
âThat would have been my first guess. I saw the bumper sticker on your vehicle.â
âMy father put that on. You donât really think I can afford a Lincoln Navigator, do you? Daddy is one of those fanatic alumni.â
âAnd black underwear? Surprise, surprise.â
âI bet you wear pink boxer shorts.â
âOnly because I washed the boxers with my red sweater. Let me get you your beverage, young lady, before you accuse me of being a child molester.â
He soon brought a bottle and two glasses. âThis is an Argentine wine, specifically 2001 Catena Chardonnay. Crisp and fresh, with pear and apple aromas.â He handed me a half full glass. âI suppose perhaps we should make a toast. But first, Iâm Mark.â
âIâm Annie. Well, actually, the name on my birth certificate is Annebelle. That was my great-grandmotherâs name and I got stuck with it too. No one calls me Annebelle because I hurt them if they do. Old Annebelle, the name suited her, called me Annebelle but sheâs with the angels now, rest her soul. Quite a lady. She taught me how to knit and crochet when I was a kid.â
âHereâs to your good heath, Annebelle.â I gave him a dirty look. âAnd no more accidents, âeh, Annie?â We clicked glasses lightly and I tasted the wine.
âThis is excellent, funny guy, but Iâm not legally old enough to drink alcohol in this state. Almost, but not quite. You are contributing to the delinquency of a minor, doctor! Iâll reserve judgment on the child molester charge.â I winked playfully.
âHeaven forbid! But as a physician I do sometimes advocate treatment that is considered illegal and/or unethical by some. For example, prescribing marijuana for terminally ill cancer patients. If you are almost old enough to drink, then I am about five years older than you.â
âA dirty old man! By the way, where are your parents, Grandpa? I suspect you require a chaperon. They might frown upon naked young ladies in your den.â
âIâm glad to see you have retained your sense of humor throughout this ordeal, young lady. My parents are in Las Vegas with my brother and his wife. Kind of a Christmas present junket. Iâm picking them all up at the airport tomorrow. Speaking of family, isnât there someone you should call to let them know of your whereabouts?â
âOh, my, yes, yes, yes! Geez, I hope Daddy isnât mad about his Lincoln.â
âThe important thing is that you werenât injured, Annie. Iâm sure your father will understand and be thankful rather than upset. Hereâs my cell phone.â
âThanks, Mark. I left mine back there in the blizzard. Couldnât get to it when I was stuck.â
âYou call and Iâll go get some more firewood.â
My father didnât get upset, just like Mark predicted. When he found out I wasnât hurt he joked about the entire situation. Of course I didnât exactly tell him I was stranded and naked with a handsome doctor, although I donât think he would have minded that all that much. Daddy already had previously expressed considerable interest in marrying me off even though I hadnât even graduated from university yet. High anxiety about his first grandchild I guess. My older brother David doesnât even have a girlfriend. He joked he wanted a new Lincoln anyway, even though his was only two weeks old, and how much heâd rather have that white one at the dealership than the black which he couldnât keep looking clean. Daddy said heâd take care of reporting the accident to the police and insurance company, having it towed, and arranging the delivery of a rental vehicle to my current location. He first insisted on coming immediately to pick me up but I talked him out of that one. I kind of liked it where I was. I told him Iâd just wait until morning for the rental and drive home. Not until I mentioned how bad the roads were right now and how much better they would be in the morning did he finally agree.
Mark came back with the wood just after I hung up. I told him briefly of the conversation with my father and that I would have a rental car in the morning.
âLet me have a look at your hands, Annie.â I still shivered and my hands remained very cold. âI donât think you have frostbite but you still have that chill. It might take awhile. You sat upside down in that cold Lincoln for quite some time.â
âHow in the world did you find me, Mark? I mean, I thought it just might be hopeless.â
âIâm not sure if you noticed but this house is on a hill. Not only that but I was up on the roof.â
âUp on the roof? Playing Santa? Ho, ho, ho!â
He chuckled delightfully. âNo, actually, I cleaned the snow off the satellite dish because the reception got bad. Who wants to watch a fuzzy Lakers game? I told my father not to put it on the roof but he said the higher the better. I saw your blinking lights from up there and went down to investigate.â
âSo I owe my salvation to a Lakers game?â
âYes, you certainly do.â We both broke up. Why do women so easily fall in love with their doctor?
âMark?â
âYes, Annie?â
âWould you get in the sleeping bag with me?â
âWhat?â
âTake off your clothes and get in here with me.â
âUhâŠI donât knowâŠâ
âStrictly for therapeutic reasons. Your hands are very warm. No doubt your body is also. My hands are very cold. My body is freezing. Look, Iâm still shivering!â
âYes, that you are. All right.â
âIâll turn my head while youâŠuhâŠyou know.â
âDonât bother. Iâm not bashful. My apparent reluctance surfaced only because you shocked me momentarily with your suggestion.â
His body wasnât just warm--it was hot, hot, hot! Kind of lean but yet muscular. Obviously he jogged and worked out. And I couldnât take my eyes from the best part.
âAnnie, you are staring at my penis. Havenât you ever seen one before?â
âUhâŠwellâŠyeahâŠbutâŠoh, never mind. I bet you have seen a lot of people naked.â
âYes, I have, Annie. Itâs quite necessary in the medical profession.â
âWell, get in, doctor, and have a look at one more.â
He did and snuggled up against my back. Oh my, didnât that feel nice. âTell me a story,â I requested sweetly.
âA story?â
âYes, Mark, a story. We have to talk about something. Iâm not tired, just cold. Tell me all about how you came to become a doctor. What motivated you. How you like it. What have been your most memorable experiences.â
Mark told me his doctor story for about fifteen minutes. His father is a doctor and his father before him. Just carrying on the family tradition although in the process Mark had become convinced it was indeed his calling. He somberly related his fondness for one patient in particular, a seven year old boy named Timmy. They had become very close and Mark had taken Timmy on several outings when his health permitted--Giants games and amusement parks and the like. The whereabouts of Timmyâs father were unknown and his mother seemed to work incredibly long hours as an advertising executive. Timmy eventually died as a result of the leukemia. I began to cry softly half way through the story because I knew how it would end and Markâs voice seemed so sad.
âTell me a story about you, Annie. What is your major and why? What are your aspirations and dreams?â
I told Mark my major was political science with law school as the next immediate objective on the horizon. Like him, a family thing as both my father and older brother David are attorneys. My interest lied in the area of environmental law I said. I could have smacked Mark up side the face because he snickered when I mentioned that my inspiration in that regard was John Grishamâs THE PELICAN BRIEF, and of course Julia Roberts in the movie. But I chose to attack him elsewhere.
I reached behind me and put my left hand on Markâs penis.
âYeow!â he screamed. âMy God, your hands are cold!â
âDonât I know it. I figure this is the best way to warm them up.â
âWhere is your other hand?â
âGuess.â
âIâm afraid to. And you betterâŠuhâŠnot get too enthusiastic with what youâre doing with your left hand or Iâm going to have a medical problem of my own soon that is going to need some sort ofâŠuhâŠimmediate attention.â
âI never gave a doctor a hard-on before, not that I could tell anyway.â I giggled.
âAnnie, Iâm sure you have given many men a hard-on, as you put it, unbeknownst to you. You are an extraordinarily beautiful young woman. And intelligent. And funny.â
âI like you too, doctor. So much so that I could almost say that I want you to make love to me. But we donât know each other well enough for that. What do you suppose is the temperature in San Francisco right now?â
âMy guess would be about 50 degrees now, 60 degrees in the day time, cloudy with the possibility of drizzle.â
âMuch preferable to 5 degrees below zero, colder with the wind chill, and two foot of snow like it is here.â
âOh, I donât know about that, Annie. This weather isâŠuhâŠromantic. What would Christmas be without snow? I canât imagine. I always try to come home for the holidays. For the snow, you know.â
âYou are romantic, Mark.â
âI am?â
âYou said I am beautiful.â
âBut you are. I couldnât even begin to tell you how lovely you are. It doesnât take a brain surgeon to figure that one out. That red hairâŠyour deep blue eyesâŠâ I had freed my flowing tresses from the pony tail and brushed it out with my hands. I thought I probably looked like a bag lady.
âMark, what do you suppose is the temperature in this sleeping bag?â
âYou sure ask a lot of questions, Annie, but okay, Iâll bite. About 120 degrees on my side and 70 degrees on your side. Now how do we stabilize at 98.6 degrees, thatâs the real question.â
I turned around and faced him, letting him see my breasts for the first time. He tried not to look but he couldnât help himself. âMark, it is getting warmer on my side, but itâs getting warmer on your side too. I can tell--I have my hand on your thermometer!â
âYesâŠso you do. Your hand is getting warmer.â
âYour thermometer is getting bigger. How do you explain that phenomenon, doctor?â
âGlobal warming?â
âSee, youâre funny too. Most doctors I know are soâŠsoâŠclinical. Shouldnât a thermometer be inserted in the patientâs mouth?â
âUhâŠso you are an expert on thermometers?â Actually, my experience had been limited to two, and neither proved to be up to my expectations. Not even remotely satisfying. In other words, the only orgasms I had so far in my young life had been administered by my own fingers or a vibrator.
âNo, but Iâd like to be. How about a private lesson, strictly from a medical perspective, on how to effectively utilize a thermometer?â
âFirst thing, if you squeeze a thermometer like you are doing you could cause the fluid to squirt out and render it dysfunctional, at least for a short spell.â
âOh my, I wouldnât want to do that!â I removed my hand from his rigid penis and caressed Markâs face. âThank you for saving my life, doctor. I bet you hear that all the time.â I kissed him passionately and he reciprocated quite nicely. More than nicely--my heart fluttered and good thing I wasnât standing then. The knees felt a little weak. I put his hands on my breasts. I wondered how his knees were.
âMark, I said we donât know one anyone well enough yet to make love.â
âYes, you did say that, Annie.â
âBut I do have one question.â
âOnly one? What might that be? My hands are on your breasts, and no, I donât think you need implants.â
âWill you fuck me, doctor? Right now.â His silence baffled and amused me at the same time.
âI donât know what to say, Annie. Not often am I rendered this mute. You have a way of startling someone into becoming a blubbering idiot.â I giggled again.
âDoctor, please consider this as additional therapeutic treatment. If a good fuck doesnât warm me up, nothing will. I want it hard and fast. We donât need protection unless you think itâs necessary. Iâm very regular and I can tell when Iâm safe, not that I have to worry about it very much. By the way, Iâve never had a good fuck.â His continued periods of silence continued to puzzle me.
âEarth to Mark, earth to Mark. I saidâŠâ
âI heard what you said, Annie.â he interrupted. âThe word âfuckâ coming out of your mouth shocked me. Would you please quit saying that word? If you doâŠIâŠuhâŠwill do whatever you wish, within reason.â
âYou will, Mark? Alrighty then, would you please sexually intercourse me? Please, please, pretty please?â
âThatâs better. And now I wonât even mention how I feel about the fact that the most gorgeous creature I have ever set my eyes upon is trying to seduce me.â My heart just melted.
âSuccessfully?â I purred.
âWeâll let the thermometer be the judge of that,â he responded stoically, and then broke down into this silly grin. I started to cry silentlyâŠbut happy tears. He wanted me as bad as I wanted him.
An hour later we held each other tightly and talked until I fell asleep. Neither of us woke until long after the sun rose, him first, poking me until I stirred. He rose from the sleeping bag. Oh my--the thermometer! The temperature had risen already.
âWhat we did last night, Annie,â he said with another silly grin, âwas fuck. This morning we are going to make love.â
âYeah, well the bleeping was pretty good, and how come you can say that word and I canât? Anyway, thatâs the first time I ever got off in my very limited experience with men. And if the loving is anything like the bleeping, Iâm all for it.â
âWhat you experienced, Annie, was a clitoral orgasm, several of them. We are going to take that just a little bit further.â
âYes! Whatever you say, doctor. But can I take a shower first? I feel a little grubby.â