ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #1 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #1

... other tech between naps, when he could manage to drown out Spencer's loud Christmas song singing. Sam just slept for most of the trip, waking only when she was hungry. Gibby had just gotten a 3DS and was busy playing some games on it, the device's battery life lasting nearly half the trip. The game system was charged and the crew all refuelled with some lunch just south of Portland. For a few minutes at the lunch table, things almost seemed back to normal, as everyone joked and laughed and Sam and Freddie even shared a few awkward glances which eventually got to be a downer between them, and just like that, the fun times dissipated. Everybody loaded back up on the camper and prepared for the long trip again, everyone taking their seats and watching what they could see from the decoration covered windows. Hours passed and just as they reached Sacramento, it got pretty dark pretty fast. Gibby rigged up the lights outside just after dinner and they were back on their way. In addition to getting dark fast, it had also gotten very cold fast. Carly was practically passed out, wrapped from head to toe in sweaters and blankets, in the passenger seat. Gibby essentially was the same, wearing a thick, puffy jacket that took up a whole seat on his own. Freddie was sitting comfortably beneath a blanket, still messing with his Pear-pad, but he couldn't help look over at Sam, shivering, apparently having left all her cold clothes in her suitcase. He took a deep breath before motioning Sam ...

... over to sit with him. Sam looked angrily over at him. What did he want? Her mind raced over what he could be trying to do, and the fact that she was confused and cold didn't help matters. Finally realizing that she wasn't coming over, he slipped out of his blanket and waved it towards her for a moment before tossing it at her. She stared incredulously at him, and considered throwing it back in his face. How fucking dare he do something for me? I don't need his charity, she thought. But then she felt how warm the fleece was and she felt compelled to curl up in it, catching a deep whiff of the blanket, and her mind went blank... son of a bitch, she thought, it smells like him. Unbeknownst to Freddie, Sam had kept a couple of his shirts, clinging to the smell of the man she loved and lost whenever her feelings got the better of her. But this was fresh, and damn did he smell good. When she opened her eyes, she saw him wrapping his arms around himself. Sam silently slinked over to Freddie and sat down next to him spreading the blanket over both of them. "Sam-" "We're just trying to keep warm. Nothing's going on, she said coldly. "I know, but I was just saying thanks." "Why are you thanking me?" she said, pulling away slightly. "You're the one who gave me the blanket." Freddie laughed for a moment. "Yeah, but you didn't have to bring it and yourself back over here. This actually feels nice and warm." "Yeah..." Sam slid as close as she could platonically to Freddie and lay her head ...