She does her best.

Charlotte sighed, and crawled towards me, dragging the blanket along with her. It opened as she did, and I got a peek at her luscious breast and nipple in all it's perky glory! I was way too cold to do anything about it though, and gratefully sank into her arms as she arrived.

It was an awkward embrace, the blanket making this complicated as she tried to keep it around herself and still warm me, but I was grateful for the effort and every bit of heat I could get. I closed my eyes.

"You aren't a bad guy Brent. I'm sorry I overreacted, that just triggered something in my past. Sometimes your brain just goes... bad places, or somebody does something that hits you where you weren't expecting. You know how it is." I was surprised at the apology but too tired and cold to say much. Her hands started rubbing my back, and I enjoyed what little warmth I could get.

"Holy-Brent, you're freezing!" She exclaimed, and she pressed against my from behind, her leg coming around. Her breasts crushed against me, and she tried to snake the blanket around the two of us the best she coul.

"Here, uh, just let me..." She trailed off as she tried to fix the blanket, but soon gave up, it was too small to wrap around two people separately. Not for lack of trying, mind you. But unless we were willing to adjust much more fully, it wasn't going to work.

She eyed me, "Alright, I'm going to let you in the blanket, but don't get any ideas about more than... getting warm.." She said it with a half grin, and she opened the blanket completely.

My eyes widened, she had stripped down, completely. No panties no nothing! I was halfway into her embrace when she stopped me.

"Y'all ain't comin' in heah with wet shorts, I am not getting chilly wet dahnstares... " She was full out smiling at me now and her accent had returned with a bit of its fun flavor.

Sheepishly, I had totally forgotten about it, I started to strip. I wasn't sure how she would feel about me naked, but since she was. I tried to ham it up a little, doing a little Chippendale twist, and she burst out laughing, any trace of annoyance or frustration fading. I finally had them off and I threw them at the pile of soggy clothes on the floor.

"Come here you big goof" she chuckled as she did, drawing me in. I half folded into her, half sat on her to get under the covers, but nothing was really comfortable. It was however, much WARMER, than I had feared it would be, and while certain parts of her were colder than others, the net result was a general lifting of the shudders. My erection however, still wanted to pulse, and it seemed a part of my brain kept wanting to remind me that if it was this warm just holding her, imagine how warm she would be inside...

Inwardly I groaned, trust Charlotte to make things difficult for me. But she had asked, and she knew I was a hot blooded man. Alright. Time to go with this. Don't push, but let it go as far as it goes.

I slipped in closer, drawing her deeper into my arms and pressing myself against her. Her flesh was warm and soft, almost tender, but with a fitness too it, toned and shapely. It was amazing. I was starting to warm up, but this was so much better than anything else. My penis settled in the valley of her ass, and I groaned slightly, it was almost too much, I wanted to stroke myself in and out, to just slide down and pound her so hard. But I took a breath, and steadied myself.

We lay in silence for a while, Charlotte seeming to relax, to push back into me ever so slightly. It was nice, but did nothing for my arousal.

"This is really nice Brent." Charlotte remarked softly, and I nuzzled against her ear in response. I felt her stiffen slightly and then relax again. I wondered what Helen would do, and realized she had given me a tip for something like this.

My hand was on her shoulder, an inoffensive place to lay it. But now I slowly drifted down her body, and started to brush my fingers up and down her curves. Helen had said she loved having her hip bone played with, so I figured I'd try, but I wanted it to feel natural to her. Just go with what the message had said, simple and basic.

Slowly I went across it, and continued down, before reversing. Each time I passed over it I angled my fingers slightly to dig in just a little more. I felt her shift, opening her hip to me ever so slightly. I took it as a sign, and when my fingers came to her hip again, I diverted, and began to play them across the length of it. As I did so, I slowly started to kiss behind her ear, and used my fingers harder, making sure she felt my nails pulling across her hip. I felt her breathing quicken, and I throbbed.

"I'm glad I can share this with you." I nearly growled into her ear, and continued my play.

She turned to face me, her torso moving but her hip staying where I could massage it.

"Share whut..." She whispered, "Tha rain, or..."

Without a word more, she plunged her tongue into my parted mouth, her lips closing on mine, ****, eager, hot. I met her passion with my own. My throbbing cock let her know exactly how I felt, and my hand never stopped teasing her. My arm under her had been freed, and I pulled her onto my chest more, her hips turning to face me, and I started on her other side. At the same time, I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her into the kiss, probing, biting, kissing, sucking. Her lips were all over mine, her saliva mixed with my own and started to seep out between our lips, her tongue darting out to scoop it up and return it to our passionate embrace.

I felt her hands on my chest, playing with my nipples. I wondered if this was how she reacted to Helen, and reveled in the sensations. I remembered what Helen had messaged earlier in the day somehow, and slowly intertwined her hair in my fingers, coiling it into a fist. While I was at it, Charlotte brought one of her breasts across my chest, and pushed our nipples against each other. With practiced ease she held both nipples between two fingers and started to roll them. I shuddered at the feeling, I had never even considered something like that. She pulled her mouth off mine ever so slowly, reluctantly.

"Moah." She growled, and without answering I used my hand wrapped in her hair to pull her head back, exposing her throat, which I started to lick, kiss, and bite. My other hand strayed to her ass, and I gave her a sharp slap on her ass cheek.

She made a noise, a mix between a growl and a whimper, her body tensing with lust.

"You want this?" I whispered.

"Since the first night I heard you with Helen..."