Chapter 7: Durwood Gap

“Lucia? Loo-SEE-ya? I don’t know; she’s really out.”

“Keep going; she’ll wake up.”

“I am awake,” Lucia mumbled. “Just resting my eyes...”

“C’mon, Mama, we’re here. Let Gabe help you out of the car.”

The bright sunlight blinded her as her butt slipped off the side of the leather seat, and she stood next to the open car door. Brilliant patches of white snow clung to ragged peaks, while gray piles of old and dirty snow and ice were at the sides of the roads near them. The air was crisp and cold. It was also thin, and Lucia found herself breathing more rapidly than usual, which was a surprise to her. They were about 7000 feet above sea level, and the air pressure at that elevation averages 23% less than at the coast.

In front of them was a contemporary-style house with a steeply raked roof (intended to shed snowfall), pierced with the massive stone chimney they assumed to be part of the hearth they had seen on the web.

“Let’s take the bags inside, and you ladies should go pick bedrooms. Unless we’re all sleeping together for warmth.”

“Shut up, Gabe.”

Half an hour later, he was in the living room, eyeing the fireplace. The owners had thoughtfully prepared all the necessities for them: tinder, kindling, and plenty of firewood in various sizes. He approved of the plush “bearskin” rug on the floor in front of the fireplace, which was laid over a soft carpet.

“Perfect for lovemaking!” he thought. I’m glad it’s polyester, though, because Mia would be bothered thinking that a real bear had been killed for it.

Then she interrupted him, asking him to come upstairs.

“I found her this way. Help me get her undressed and into bed. She took one of her pain pills to get through the drive, and it seems to be working overtime.”

Sprawled across the comforter of a queen-sized bed, Lucia was still fully dressed and lightly snoring. With some effort, he was able to get her boots and socks off, and then he watched Mia struggle with her top.

“Let me,” he said.

He got his fingers under the bottom hem of her shirt and pulled smoothly but firmly up until her head popped through the neck hole and the rest of the shirt unrolled off her arms. Once it was fully off, he turned it right-side out again while Mia turned her mother’s shoulder to unhook and remove her bra.

“Wow, they are a lot like yours, Mia. I thought older breasts this size were supposed to sag. These look like she’s 30-something, don’t you think?”

“I see what you’re talking about. But look! Her nipples are bigger and darker. I think that is because she was pregnant.”

“Lucia was pregnant? Why didn’t anybody tell me?”

“Shut up, Gabe. I’m undoing her fly; you grab hold of her pants and start pulling them down.”

That’s what he did, and in his grasp, he took the panties as well. When he reached her knees, he glanced up and gaped.

“I guess, wow again. Her pussy is, well, kind of shaved, but she’s left a nice big patch of curly hair above her clit, out of the way. But, well, there’s stubble, as if she hasn’t shaved there in a while. OK, I’ll pick her up, and you can pull open the bed so we can put her between the sheets and cover her up.”

He finished pulling off her pants and setting them aside. Then he placed one arm beneath her shoulders and neck, the other arm behind her knees, and carefully stood.

“I wonder why her pussy looks like that?”

“Hector liked it that way.”

Shocked, he almost dropped her.

“You’re awake! For how long?”

“Not very long, you were talking about my tits. My pussy, well, Hector liked it just like that.”

Mia and Gabe exchanged looks. Lucia was apparently still affected by whatever drug she had taken. She spoke in a loopy sing-song voice.

“He used to shave me. I was afraid; I couldn’t see well down there, so I asked him to do it for me. Oh, now that he’s gone, who’s gonna shave me? It scratches and itches me now, I need ... Hey, Gabe, shave my pussy, will-ya?”

“Sure, Lucia, whatever you want. Here, I’m putting you under the covers; have a good sleep.”