Nils awoke to see Marci standing at the window. She was illuminated by an icy blue light. He almost couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked. As quietly as possible he exited the bed. “It snowed,” she said. She didn’t turn toward him. He walked the few steps until he was standing directly behind her. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yes,” he said, although he couldn’t see anything but her soft golden hair. His penis nestled against her bottom. It was fast becoming erect. “So beautiful,” he said.

I was scraping frost from the car. It wasn’t thick and it was warmed by the sun, so the scraper took it right off. I happened to glance at the house, at the guest bedroom where Nils and Marci had spent the night. Marci was standing at the window. I couldn’t tell if she saw me. I could tell that she was naked. Now Nils was standing behind her. For a long moment there was no motion, and then Nils’ hand covered her breast. I don’t think it was to keep me from seeing. His palm made slow, sensuous circles. My scraper made similar circles on the windshield, even though the ice and snow were long gone.

Nils and I set off to get donuts while the girls slept in. “Did you have a good night?” I asked him.

“Glorious,” he replied.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Well, in terms of donuts there were long johns and cream filled.” Nils chuckled. “And then more long johns and more cream filled. Completely delicious head to toe and everything in between.”

At the donut shop his description may have influenced our selection.