Kerosene lanterns and a woodstove

Keith and Ginny hustled the stranded motorists inside Sutherland's Cabin and helped them dust the snow off their suits. After the walk through thick snow and driving wind, the three young people looked much cooled off.

Ginny went ahead to light the stoves and the lamps as Matt, redheaded Cassandra, and black-haired, bronze Julia stamped the snow off their clothes in the cabin's little mud room.

Keith hid a smile, watching 'Matt' shiver. The African college student wore expensive brand-name winter clothes, but they didn't fit his lanky frame very well. A short walk through the snow and wind had taken his mind out of his friends' pants, at least for the moment.

Keith took off his orange safety vest and parka and hung them up. "It'll still be cold in here for a while," he said. "You might want to leave your coats on until the stove gets going."

Cassandra nodded, holding her arms tightly to her chest.

Julia grinned at Keith and stripped off her snow suit. "Seems fine to me now that we're out of the wind," she said.

"I told you you were hot, baby," Matt said, regaining his earlier attitude. "Just looking at you is warming me back up."

In a short time, Matt and Cassandra were sitting on an old couch close to the wood stove that Ginny had started. The main room of the cabin was lit by glass-chimneyed kerosene lanterns that shed a warm yellow glow. Julia was investigating the shelves of books, games, and random old junk that people had left in the cabin.

"Keith, I need your help in the back," Ginny called.

"Back in a bit, folks," Keith said. "Might have to shift some things around to get blankets and stuff."

"Do you want a hand?" Matt asked helpfully.

Keith thought of his and Ginny's interrupted business from earlier. In the run back to the cabin, he had slipped his hand between Ginny's coat and pants to feel the tension in her warm belly and knew her desire was still high. Catching the three students having sex, and then having them fingering each other in the back seat had kept Keith and Ginny's own sexual tension high.

"No thanks!" Keith said, hoping that he had guessed what Ginny wanted help with. With a spring in his step, he walked toward the door to the back storage room of the cabin.