By Chrissy

Part I

Lauren watched as the door closed behind the police inspector. Her hands were shaking. It had taken a lot of courage to pick up the phone and contact Detective Inspector Davies but she was glad now that she had found the strength. The detective had told her she would be called to testify in court, but she didn't care. The truth would finally be revealed and Tony's killer would be brought to justice. Dr. Sarah Taylor was not going to get away with murder again.

With a smile Lauren remembered the first time she had met Tony Ramirez. Winter had begun suddenly with an unexpected and vicious ice storm which slowed the evening rush hour traffic to an almost standstill. Lauren was finally on the outskirts of the city and almost home as she slowly steered her car along slick roads thinking of the hot bath that awaited her. It was pitch black along this section of the road and difficult to see for ice pellets hit the windshield and froze almost immediately despite the constant blast of hot air from the car heater.

As she maneuvered the car, Lauren was suddenly blinded by the brilliant glare from a single headlight, zigzagging towards her at a great rate of speed. At first she thought it was a car with a broken light but then she realized it was some maniac tearing along the icy highway on a motorbike. The driver had obviously hit black ice and was careening out of control. She slowed and watched with horror as the bike skidded sideways and threw its unfortunate occupant into the icy black ditch at the side of the road.

Lauren stopped her car. She could see no movement from the figure thrown from the bike. She looked into her rearview mirror. Behind her the country road was silent, dark and frozen. She hesitated before getting out to investigate. The guy might be a rapist; he certainly wasn't too bright whoever he was. No one rode motorbikes in winter, and certainly not at high rates of speed.

But as she watched, the figure stumbled to his feet and turned towards her. He definitely was not dressed for cold weather. He wore jeans and a short leather bike jacket over a plaid shirt; his leather gloves were cut so that his fingers were exposed to the icy air. He staggered over to the car. Lauren rolled the window down only a few inches as the police warning announcements encouraged.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Do you have a cell phone?" the man asked. He had a heavy Spanish accent.

"No, sorry" Lauren replied. It was unfortunate because she actually did have a cell phone, but it was being repaired.

The man removed his helmet and gazed down at her. The ice was now turning into heavy snow and it almost obliterated her view of his face, but as she looked again she realized this was one of the most incredibly handsome men she had ever seen in her entire life. His good looks were so startling she actually felt a jolt in the pit of her stomach.

As she gaped at him, Lauren realized many seconds had passed and the snow was now piling on top of the poor guy's head. He must've been freezing.

"Listen, jump in" she said unlocking the door, "And I'll take you to a service station".

"Are you hurt?" she asked again as he sat next to her. The car lurched under his weight. He brushed the ice and snow from the leather jacket. She noticed his jeans were ripped at the knees; she didn't know if it was fashion statement or if the jeans had become ripped in the accident.

"No, I'm fine" he replied, "But my bike is damaged, I think".

"Well, you'll have to leave it there for now. The service station will tow it in for you". But as she said this, Lauren realized how dangerous conditions were becoming. The snow was increasing, and winds were picking up speed. The lofty trees at either side of the road were creaking and rolling as the growing wind howled. The service station was a good ten minutes up the highway whereas her house was just around the corner.

"Listen" she said pulling away "I'll take you to my place and you can phone from there. The snow is really getting bad and the service station is a good way off".

He looked back, obviously concerned about the welfare of his bike. "Don't worry" she smiled. "It'll be covered by snow in a couple of minutes. No one is going to steal it."

Lauren lived alone in a small two-bedroom bungalow left to her by her parents who were both dead. She was an only child, born to them late in life. She lived a quiet existence as an accountant. She was twenty-six and still a virgin. Probably the only twenty-six year old virgin within a million-mile radius, she sometimes thought grimly. She was very pretty, and numerous men asked her for dates - but she was shy and uncomfortable and after a few outings the men would never call back.

After parking in the garage, Lauren entered the house and flicked on all the lights. She could hear the comforting hum of the furnace. The man followed her in. She was unaccustomed to having a man in her home - especially a man such as this. All the guys she had ever dated were accountants and bookkeepers, and this man definitely was not an accountant. He seemed to be so overpoweringly MALE. He strode through her clean and neat living room with his drenched boots, wet snow falling from his clothes to the soft rose pink carpet below. His intense masculine presence permeated every nook and cranny of her very feminine home.

"May I use the phone?" he asked. Although he had a strong Spanish accent, his English was perfect. She found the number of the service station and he was just beginning to dial when a loud thumping sounded at the front door. It was her neighbour checking to see if she was okay.

"There's a huge storm coming" he warned, "You've just got home in time" He peered suspiciously at the leather-jacketed man using her phone.

"He's been in an accident," Lauren said, realizing she did not even know the stranger's name. "He's calling the service station".

"Well the wife and I are right next door if you need us," her neighbour said pointedly as he moved off, "Maybe I'll check back on you later".

"There's no answer at the service station" reported the stranger, replacing the receiver with frustration. He pushed long stray hairs from his face with a frustrated brush of his hand.

Lauren realized her vulnerability. She was alone in her home with this unknown visitor. Yet she did not feel threatened in any way. In fact she sensed a curious thrill and excitement. She watched with a dry mouth as he removed his leather jacket, her eyes dropping to the snug jeans that clung damply to his well-developed thighs. Her gaze traveled to the firm buttocks, so snugly encased in denim, and then moved on to the bulge between his legs.

"Well, I'll make us some coffee" she murmured looking away quickly. What was the matter with her? She was unable to stop her eye from wandering all over him. God! He was absolutely gorgeous. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of amber and those sensuous lips!

"I'll try the taxi companies," he said flipping thru the phone book.

"You can try" Lauren replied, "But I doubt if there are any cabs out there on a night like this. I think we're stuck together for the night". She blushed as she realized what she had said.

He came toward her holding out his hand, "My name is Tony," he said, taking her hand and shaking it, "Tony Ramirez. I'm from Puerto Rico. I'm a detective and I'm on an assignment here in Canada. Here is my badge for you to see". He pulled out his wallet to show her.

"I'm Lauren" she replied looking at the badge and picture. Geez! Even the ID photo was cute. "I'm pleased to meet you."

"I won't harm you" he smiled warmly. Lauren poured the coffee she had made. "I know" she replied with conviction. At that precise moment every light in the house went out, plunging them into total darkness.

Part II

Three hours later they sat laughing before a gaily burning fire and Lauren knew without a doubt that she had never been so happy or relaxed or so comfortable with a man in her entire life. They were wrapped together in a huge soft blanket as they cuddled for warmth on the large corduroy sofa. Without power the house had cooled off quickly, but the wood fire heated the room nicely. A dozen candles surrounded them, flickering their subdued light on the walls. They had dined on chicken noodle soup heated on the wood burning stove, and they had drunk a whole liter and a half of wine between them. Lauren rarely drank alcohol and her cheeks burned red from its effects. The wine had been a gift from a client and had sat unopened in her cupboard for years.

Beneath the plaid shirt, Tony wore a sleeveless red T-shirt. She had swallowed hard when she first encountered his sexy, firm body and muscled, tattooed arms. Tony was erotic, exotic, funny and interesting. The wine had loosened both of them and as she sat cradled in his strong arms Lauren wished he would kiss her again. In fact she wished he would not just stop at kissing. Little Miss Virgin Lauren felt strong stirrings within her demure loins the like of which she had never experienced in her life. When Tony kissed her he opened his mouth and his tongue entered hers. It had seemed strange at first, but she quickly learned the technique and after their second kiss she had joined him in much tongue playing and lip nuzzling.

Tony had just arrived in Canada the day before, he told her. The bike belonged to a family member and he had borrowed it to use as transport whilst in Toronto. He had not realized winter was going to descend so rapidly. He told her that he was here because of a cousin's mysterious disappearance. The family had called him in to investigate. Dr. Sarah Taylor, he said, was his cousin's girlfriend and had been the last person to see him alive. He was here to check her out.

But Lauren did not want to discuss Dr. Sarah Taylor or Tony's intentions of contacting the woman. She only wanted to feel his arms around her, his lips on hers. She had become shameless and brazen within the past few short hours. Tony's sensual Spanish accent, his total masculinity and good looks, not to mention four glasses of wine - had changed her completely. She wanted to be intimate with him. She wanted - dare she even think such a word - she wanted to fuck. Beneath her prim and proper exterior, Lauren carried within her a scorching volcanic core of intense sexual longing and the eruption was long overdue.

Tony was becoming serious again "I am going to have to find a way to make her acquaintance" he said, speaking again of Dr. Sarah.

"Why don't you buy her a bottle of expensive wine?" Lauren slurred wishing he would shut up and kiss her again.

"Hey, I think you're getting tired" Tony smiled. His eyes crinkled so attractively when he smiled. "I'll put more wood in the stove and we can lay on the carpet to sleep. Maybe the power will come on soon." Lauren hoped the storm would last forever and that the power would never come back on.

They placed cushions from the sofa on the carpet and covered themselves with the blanket. As she lay next to him, Lauren's instincts told her that Tony would not make a move whilst she was in a semi-drunken state. But she knew she desperately wanted him to. She would have to make the first step.

She sat up and pulled the sedate wool sweater she was wearing over her head. Her long hair tumbled from its pinned confines and fell in cascading waves down her back. She fumbled to undo her bra.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked. His eyes widened as he encountered two very erect pearl pink nipples inches from his face. He couldn't help himself; he leaned upon one elbow and softly kissed the tip of an offered breast. Lauren felt an electric charge run through her body. Her groin suddenly ached pleasurably with desire and she became aware of a warm wetness between her legs.

"I want you to make love to me" she murmured breathlessly. He began to shake his head, "Listen, I'm not that kind of guy. You are a very beautiful girl, but I've only just met you…and you're drunk…and…"

"I don't care" she interrupted, "I'm asking you nicely to fuck me. I want you to. Really I do. I've never wanted anything so much before in my life."

"No, no" he said again, shaking his head. "We've both had too much to drink".

Lauren yanked at his jeans, amazed at her own boldness. She managed to pull down the zipper when he stopped her with his hand. "Are you sure?" he insisted, his warm amber eyes looking deeply into hers. She nodded.

"Then we will do it properly. And I will wear a condom" he declared. He stood up and removed his clothes. Lauren gaped wide-eyed at his beautiful naked body. He pulled a condom from his wallet and placed it on the carpet next to them. Then he knelt before her and slowly and intimately he removed her stockings. As he rolled the stocking down he kissed each newly exposed bare section of thigh tenderly. He flung the stockings aside and turned back to her. Kissing her stomach, he then unfastened the pleated black skirt and pulled from her, tossing the garment across the room. Now she stretched before him wearing only white panties. Plain, sensible cotton panties purchased by the dozen from Sears.

Finally, he removed the underwear and she sprawled naked next to him, excitement coursing through her. He leaned over and gently kissed and nuzzled her breasts. She watched as his dark head descended down her body. On the way, he licked her stomach, toyed with her bellybutton. Then his warm mouth moved between her legs. She surprised herself by crying out loud.

"Are you okay" he asked with concern looking along the length of her writhing body to her face.

"Oh God! Yes!" she replied, hardly able to breathe. The sensation as his lips touched her clitoris was electric. Minutes passed and she squirmed in total ecstasy never wanting him to stop whatever it was he was doing down there. So THIS is what it feels like, she thought. Many overpowering sensations washed through her. "Was that an orgasm I felt?" she asked in a small voice, but he did not hear. He had shifted and was moving up her body kissing every inch, until his head was again level with hers. He deep kissed her, his passion and breathing increasing, his body undulating against hers. As he kissed her, she could taste herself in his mouth. So that's what I taste like, she thought.

Taking his lips from hers he expertly ripped the condom from its package and offered it to her. "Put it on" he groaned huskily. He was very aroused; his penis rock hard. "I...I...I've never done this before" she stammered, taking the latex object from him with shaking hands. "I'll show you," he said guiding her hands to his groin. "Just roll it down - that's right". He was so big, how would he ever fit inside? Gently he parted her legs and moved on top.

"I'm a virgin."

She looked at his face inches from hers in astonishment. Had she actually said the words out loud? She must have for he rolled from her with a loud sigh, a frown crossing his attractive features.

"Jesus Christ! I can't do this" he declared almost angrily.

"Yes you can!" she cried, grabbing his arm for he was about to rise to his feet. "I want you to. I want you to be the first." She looked at him anxiously.

He held up a hand. "No, there's no way"

"You're so beautiful, Tony. PLEASE!!! I'm begging you. This is the right moment and you're the right man. I have never been so sure about anything in my life."

They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. He seemed to come to a decision and to her relief he rolled on top of her again, gently moving inside. Lauren expected pain, but the sensation was wonderful, absolutely wonderful.

He began thrusting, tenderly at first. "God! You're so tight" he breathed.

"Sorry" she gulped, as intense ripples of pleasure swelled through her.

"Don't be sorry" his breathing was heavy and labored, "It feels fucking fantastic. But I won't be able to last for long". As he said this he began thrusting vigorously all gentleness gone. His strong hands held her hips and guided them up and down forcefully against him with each thrust. Within a few minutes a powerful organism engulfed them both, leaving each spent and exhausted.

"So that's what it feels like!!" Lauren breathed finally and he lowered his lips to gently kiss her. "Thank you for showing me, Tony. I'll always remember this as the most beautiful experience of my life"

Part III

So began Lauren's relationship with Tony Ramirez. She loved going to his apartment in the city for he resided in unusual lodgings on the top floor of a dilapidated factory. They enjoyed numerous episodes of lusty abandoned sex in the cage he called a bedroom and he taught her many skills in the art of love.

She knew the precise moment he embarked upon his affair with Dr. Sarah Taylor, for he never touched her again. They continued to see each other on a regular basis and Tony divulged everything about his investigation. She even had a copy of the surveillance tape he had made of Dr. Sarah. She remembered his absolute despair when he discovered without a doubt that Sarah had murdered his cousin.

"You love her, don't you?" Lauren had asked. He'd nodded, his eyes filling with tears.

Tony's murder was a total shock. She had reeled in outrage when she heard the news. She knew for certain that Sarah had killed him. That's why she contacted the police and gave them every bit of evidence she had. With her testimony the lovely Sarah would rot in jail.

She smiled, and lovingly caressed the softly curving mound of her stomach, for a child grew within her. She guessed condoms didn't always work. She would call the baby Tony. And he would be just as beautiful on the inside as the outside. Just like his father.

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