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(First Time Anal Erotica)
By Ella Louise
~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~
The RV shudders to a halt, sliding over the icy gravel on the road. I grip the dashboard above the glove compartment with both hands, my skin visibly red and chapped from the cold.
“I don’t think I can drive in this storm, Hannah,” Adam looks at me apologetically from the driver’s seat. “The roads are too icy and steep for this huge vehicle even when it’s clear out. I’ve got to pull over here before I send us over the edge of a cliff or something.”
It’s a real risk, I have to admit. As much as I had been looking forward to getting out of this old clunker and into a warm hotel bed for the night, I know Adam has a point. It’s not safe to keep going on these winding mountain roads with snow falling so heavily we can barely see ten feet in front of us.
Adam and I had been classmates in our last two semesters at university. Our mutual friends, Sally and her boyfriend Rob, graduated shortly before us and moved to Colorado, leaving us behind to finish out the college experience in Florida by ourselves.
After they left, Adam and I still sat together in class and joked like old friends, but there were no more late movie nights with the four of us, no more expeditions to the nearby lake to get away for the weekend. We got along just fine, but it was painfully obvious that Sally and Rob had been the glue that held our little group together.
As a graduation present to each other, the four of us had all pooled our money and rented an RV so that Adam and I could take a road trip out to visit Sally and Rob in their new mountain paradise. Sally had apparently gotten a great accounting job right out of school, and I am very much looking forward to relaxing in their brand new jacuzzi and sipping some nice celebratory wine.
If we get there safely, that is.
“You think if we get out and de-ice the windshield again we can make it through this pass to a restaurant? I could use a hot dinner anyway,” I suggest. My stomach rumbles its agreement at the thought of food. We have snacks in the back, but after two days of travel I’m getting sick of munching on granola bars and bananas.
In conceiving of this post-graduation plan, we had all neglected to think about driving conditions in mid-January. What were four Florida kids supposed to now about Colorado roads in winter? Not half an hour after chugging slowly up the first winding mountain road, our windshield defroster had gone out.
“You get what you pay for!” Adam joked when it happened, but now our situation is starting to look more serious.
“It’s not just the windshield this time,” Adam cranes his neck to try and see the RV’s front tire without rolling the window down and letting in the bitter cold. “There’s just no traction there at all. We’re sliding all over the place. And I’m serious about that cliff thing.”
I cast one more longing thought toward my warm hotel room that just isn’t meant to be.
The purpose of renting the RV, of course, was so we could use our paltry December-graduate funds to stock the kitchen and avoid having to shell out for restaurants and two separate hotel rooms every night during the trip. The first night went all right, but after the seco