If we make it through December

For me this story started around ten years ago, two weeks before my twenty-fourth birthday. I had recently completed my finance degree summa cum laude at NYU and already had a start date for an internship at a major Wall Street bank. I stood a little over six foot two, was reasonably well built but certainly no jock. My girlfriend and I had been together since high school. She had been my only girlfriend, and I had no reason to think she had been with anyone else. The passion of our first kiss was so intense we knew at that moment we would be together for ever. The kisses led to embarrassed fumblings and eventually to seeing my first "titties". Her breasts were a delightful B cup with small, dark, sensitive nipples that stood like erasers when erect. I still remember the summer I spent worshipping those breasts every day. After our senior prom dance we finally gave our virginities to each other, and her beautiful pink flower took over as my daily obsession. As we waited for college to start, I learned all there was to know about her body, learning to worship and please her with my mouth, my lips, my fingers and of course my cock.

We went to go to the same college, though her parents would not let us live together claiming it would be too distracting from our studies, instead I roomed with my best friend who also decided on NYU. Our college years were great, like all couples we had our ups and downs, but we were happy, and planning our future together with timeline for careers, kids and all. After a lot of consideration, I decided to propose to her at my upcoming birthday party. A week before the party I told her that I needed to fly home to my parents for a few days to sort out some family stuff. At home I told my parents of my decision and showed them the ring I had bought. They were overjoyed and we called her parents over for a meal. During the meal I formally asked her father for his permission, I have always liked tradition. Both sets of parents were extremely happy and immediately started planning possible locations and timelines for our wedding. It was then that I took the decision that was to change my life forever. It felt kinda wierd listening to these discussions about our future without her, so I decided it better to cut short my visit and fly back two days early. Catching the first available flight the next day, I arrived at my apartment shortly after eight in the morning.

I knew the moment I opened the front door something was cooking, the place was a mess, with a mixture of men's and women's clothes strewn throughout the lounge. Smiling to myself that my friend had found himself a wild one this time, I headed towards my room, which is when I heard my girlfriends voice shout "FUCK YOUR BITCH, YOU OWN ME, MARK MY ASS AS YOURS". I froze, a million thoughts and feelings hitting me at the same time. I crept up to his door and carefully opened it a crack. Inside was my sweet girlfriend on all fours, sweat plastering her hair to her head with a look of sheer ecstasy on her face. Behind her was my so-called best friend, gripping her hips he was plowing her like a fucking machine, his face beetroot with effort. Clearly both were too far gone to notice me, so I whipped out my camera and started filming. For the next couple of minutes I stood transfixed, as I heard how he was a real man, how he could really please a woman unlike some, how no one else ever made her feel like this etc. Finally as their orgasms hit them, I withdrew before they noticed me and closed the door. I ran to my room, grabbed the few things I cared about and left the apartment before they stirred.

I didn't really think at this point, I was focused on the hollow feeling I had in my stomach and somehow I found myself at Penn station. I took the first train to Jersey and composed a message. The message was simple, "Sorry all my birthday party is cancelled, just realized she wasn't waiting for my proposal, guess I should have asked her before asking her dad. Well on the bright side at least I learned he wasn't what I wanted in a best man before it was too late". I added a photo of the engagement ring in it's box and a link to the video, then sent it to all of my contacts, family, friends, acquaintances, random people from NYU, various companies I had interviewed at, etc. I didn't wait to see any answers I just switched off my phone and got off the train in Elizabeth.

Still no clear idea what to do next, I bought a clunker and started driving, wandering slowly westward. Over the next few days, I cancelled my line and pawned my phone. In a Starbucks I used my laptop to delete my social media accounts without checking for messages and created a new email account. I emailed my parents to let them know I was alive, and the bank to tell them I would no longer be joining them. Some days later my parents sent an email saying they wanted to talk about the message I sent, but I told them that I had no interest, and that I needed to start a new life. I soon stopped emailing them and rarely checked the account.

After many months I settled in the North of Alaska near to Deadhorse, though to be honest closer to Sagwon. I used a little of the money I had saved as a house deposit to tide me over, but soon I was earning my living as a guide for summer fishing and hunting parties. My life soon became grey, one year faded into another, that is until Today.

It was the start of October I was feeling particularly stupid and stupid tends to get you killed in Alaska. Each year in September like clockwork I would drive up to Deadhorse, fly out to Anchorage, do last minute winter shopping and head back before the winter weather got too bad. This year the weather was mild, so I delayed it until October. When I arrived back in Deadhorse the weather had changed completely, higher than average snowfall and a weakening polar vortex causing blasts of freezing air. My only piece of luck was I was on the last flight that got in before the cold snap made it too dangerous. I loaded my few purchases into my truck and gave it a complete check, front plow, tires and chains, liquids etc. all good to go. I carefully set off on the tortuous eighty-mile ride to my cabin. In idea conditions this was a little short of a two-hour drive, but I knew this was gonna take a lot longer. As I drove along, I started to run through the cabin checklist in my head, this cold snap caught me with my pants down. It was an amateurs mistake trusting the weather here and it was gonna be a rough few days at least to sort the place out. This country didn't let you survive many of this kind of mistake.

Hours later I was getting close to where I would turn off onto the track home when a full-on whiteout blizzard set in. I thought about stopping, the sensible option, but stubbornly decided to carry on even if only at a snail's pace. This is exactly when my plow hit something solid. Cursing the run of bad luck I was having, I suited up and jumped out, making my way cautiously forward. After a few minutes of blindly shuffling forward I found my hands on the hood of some stupid little rice burner that had no right to be here. The car seemed abandoned, full of junk and with the doors locked. The best option seemed to be to push it off the road before it caused some kind of accident. I still don't know why I did it, but I decided to take one last look inside first and as I wiped the snow off the passenger side window, I realized one of the small piles of junk was actually a small body, maybe a child.

Smashing the window with the window punch attached to my flashlight, I reached in and grabbed the body and dragged it back to my truck. On inspection it was clear the person was still alive, if barely. The form was extremely cold and covered in wet, partly frozen, flimsy clothes which I quickly stripped. What I unwrapped was an astonishingly beautiful woman with suntan bronzed skin and caramel blond hair. The overall effect was of course somewhat lessened by the fact that she was deathly pale. I wrapped her in a blanket and cranked up the heating to full. I wasn't sure if she could survive, but realized if I did not get her to shelter soon, she definitely wouldn't. Leaving her car for someone else to deal with I headed off as fast as I could noting with some satisfaction that the snowfall had dropped off even though the winds had kept up.

As I head back to my cabin, I suddenly realized I might be killing her. Think, remember fool, how did it go.... If her core temperature was too low, heating her extremities could stop her heart, or something like that. Raising her temperature too fast could do something bad too. What else, careful not to damage her skin? Was that it, shit, shit, shit, I needed to do my first aid courses again. Deciding to try to play it safe, I lowered the temperature in the truck to half and switched off her seat heating.

It seemed to take forever but I finally got to the cabin, with the wind and the snow piled up I couldn't put the truck away so I settled on parking it as close to the door as possible. I got out, beat a tack to the door, got it open, went back grabbed the woman and ducked inside. Grabbing a glass I put the bottom to her mouth and was pleased to see a small amount of condensation, well still alive for now at least. I placed her naked on my bed and threw several covers over her, returned to the main room and lit the oil heater on low. I debated calling for help on the radio but decided it would have to wait. I stripped off my clothes crawled under the covers and spooned her, trying to make as much skin to skin contact with her torso as possible. I have to say it was a unique experience, at first it was like hugging a large slab of ice, but as she slowly began to warm the erotic feeling of spooning my first naked woman in ten years left every nerve in my body pulsing. I lay there for a long time remembering the exquisite details of her body, beautiful round but not too full breasts, light colored nipples, flat stomach, athletic arms and legs, waxed sex, with just a small tuft of hair above her slit, she was a goddess. Then my tumbling thoughts went to her car, unsuitable and unprepared for the road. Her clothes too, while perfect for city use in a warmer climate they were just wrong here. Then there was the tan, what the hell was she doing here in the middle of nowhere.

Fortunately sleep eluded me, because at some point I "heard" or maybe sensed her breathing weaken then stop. I immediately started CPR and thankfully within a few cycles I saw she was breathing without help again. At least I remembered how to do something right. I would say without doubt that was the longest night of my life, after the breathing incident I was too scared to sleep although I did nod off for a few minutes at a time. Later in the night her breathing became shallow again and as it stopped I jumped into CPR once more, thankfully she proved herself a fighter as her breathing eventually started again. Finally, the next morning arrived, her body seemed warm enough and her breathing regular. I took the opportunity to check her entire body closely for injuries. Her hands and feet had some blistering, but it did not look too serious, at least to me, aside from that I saw nothing but pure perfection. I guess she was in her early to mid-twenties, probably a college student, maybe on a gymnastics scholarship. She was short but perfectly formed with beautifully defined muscles in her arms and legs and only a touch of fat in all the right places. Her skin was wonderfully elastic, with not one blemish or scar to be found. She was not using any jewelry, though interestingly there was a small indentation on her left ring finger as if a ring worn for a long time had recently been removed. Strange, as in my mind, she looked too young to have been married and divorced, especially with no obvious sign of childbirth. It would be fair to say that although I tried to examine her as dispassionately as possible, I did linger on her beautiful breasts, and magnificent pink slit a little too long. I guess that makes me a creep, but it was hard to behave correctly having not seen any woman naked in ten years, and never in my life a woman so perfect.

Leaving her in bed under the covers I made my way to my radio and called the emergency frequency. Todd our crisis response officer answered after a few minutes. I got him up to speed on finding the woman/car, her condition and all of the events of the night before. He explained to hydrate her as soon as possible and start her off on thin broth as soon as she could manage it, as well as a few other tips and tricks. Todd checked through the recent bulletins, but no one matching her description was currently on his missing person's list. He went on to complain that I had not grabbed her car tag but again had no record of a car of the general type missing. He couldn't offer much other help for now as she seemed stable. The winter had come down way too hard and the few available resources were already spread too thin. He asked me to keep him appraised of her situation especially if it got worse. He also asked me to let him know as soon as she identified herself, so that he could contact relatives. For now, he would keep a visit on his list, but if the weather stayed bad it was likely to be weeks before he could swing by. Finaly, he told me to keep myself safe, as the woman was a complete unknown there was the possibility she might be a fugitive or dangerous in some way and on that cheery note he logged off.

Confirming she was still sleeping, I kitted up and went out to see my truck. Thankfully the motor started, so I got to work clearing a path to the shed and managed to get it inside after a few hours work. I made my way back in and confirmed again that she was still sleeping, not running a temperature, had low but decent blood pressure etc. I put one of my sweatshirts and a pair of drawstring shorts next to her in case she woke up scared at finding herself naked, grabbed a quick bite and got to work on the remaining cabin prep. A few more hours passed and I finally could relax a little, things had been in much better shape than I had feared. Finding her still asleep I regretfully dressed her, which honestly seemed like a crime to me, but I reasoned it would probably make her feel safer. I then stripped down to my shorts and climbed in next to her.

When I woke up, I saw she was lying with her eyes open, but thankfully with no sign of fear on her face. I introduced myself and asked her name as I jumped up to grab her a water. To my surprise she continued to look fixedly forward and showed no sign of hearing me. I waved my hand in front of her and touched her face with no response. I pulled her into a sitting position, which she neither helped nor resisted, though she remained in the new position. When I raised the water to her lips, once again, there was no response, but after I manually opened her mouth and poured a little water in, she swallowed. I tried moving a leg then an arm and found her to behave like a human sized poseable doll. Not too surprisingly I went straight to the radio and raised Todd. Unfortunately, Todd had little clue, he said he would get ahold of a doctor, but as she could swallow, to keep applying liquids and thin broth if she could take it or mashed potatoes. The best he could come up with was maybe this was some form of catatonia or brain damage caused by the cold, but that was a guess not a diagnosis.

The cold snap lasted three weeks, in that time her hands and feet healed up nicely, I was able to feed her and bathe her each day. Each day I would exercise her arms, legs, hips and abdomen as much as I could, trying to keep her muscles from wasting too much and her circulation going strong. Sadly for me, her body often reacted to the exercises with sexual responses, with her nipples hardening and her musky scent appearing strongly between her legs, it was my own special kind of purgatory. The only part of her body that moved without aid was her eyelids which opened and closed in what appeared to be a sleep pattern, even then I regularly applied eyedrops as she did not appear to blink. I sometimes managed to stimulate her toilet needs by moving her positions over a chamber pot but the rest of the time I used towels to help me get by. When a doctor finally came on the radio, he was not a great help, suggesting without scans etc., that it was probably brain damage and from the little he could tell probably permanent. He suggested that in her current condition there was no great urgency, it was best for her to stay put until the better weather when she could be flown to Anchorage.

At the start of December, the winds caused by the polar vortex finally subsided and I managed to get out on my snowcat and headed over to where I had last seen her car. It took me a while to find, a few hundred yards from where I had last seen it in a deep snow drift by the side of the road. It was now pretty beat-up. I guessed from the look of it that it had been caught on a plow and dragged to its current location. I cleaned off the plate, saw it was from California and noted down the number. I then took some time to crawl inside but nothing much was left intact, just rags that had probably been clothes. Armed with the tag, I returned to the cabin and called Todd.

The car apparently was registered to an Emma Williams of St Helena, California. There was no missing person report, though she had two outstanding speeding tickets. With an Internet news search Todd hit paydirt however, September 16 was announced as the wedding of Emma Williams and her fiancé Steve Lewis though it was cancelled one week before the date by the bride. The motive was not stated, but in her communique the bride announced that she cut ties with both families and asked for privacy. So, Todd mused, you currently are hosting a braindead runaway bride, who no one thinks is missing, who drove for unknown reasons from California to the north of Alaska. Now I have a problem, she publicly stated that she had cut ties with her family, and the only emergency contact I have on record is her sister Linda. I guess no one filed a report, so best I just wait and let Anchorage deal with it when she is sent there.

Later that day I started our daily workout, honestly, I sweated almost as much as her during these sessions. It was progressing normally, I was working on her right thigh muscles while chatting to myself aimlessly to keep me sane, when I mentioned I knew her name was Emma Williams. Her reaction was as surprising as it was sudden. She let out a huge gasp of breath and kicked me square in the jaw at the simultaneously. If she had not knocked me out cold, she would have probably scared the pants off me.

The world slowly returned to focus. I was lying on the floor with an aching jaw, standing over me was a wild-eyed woman looking directly at me with a hunting knife in her hand. "Hello Emma" I chuckled, "nice kick, the exercises must have done you good". Looking at me clearly very scared she shouted, "Where are my clothes? Where is my phone? Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here? How do you know my name?" "Well the good news is I can answer all but one of those questions as long as you promise not to stab me, the bad news is that this is gonna take a while" I replied as calmly as I could muster. She relaxed the hand with the knife slowly but kept it unsheathed. I introduced myself as Daniel Martin or just plain Dan, that this was my home and we were in the North Slope Alaska. I told her that as near as I could tell she had cancelled her wedding in Napa Valley and driven north to Alaska, where her car had died in a blizzard. It seems she left the car for some time, getting wet, then got back into her car to freeze to death. Driving home I found her barely alive and brought her home. I explained the first night, her hypothermia, her cardiac arrests. I then went on to tell her about her hands and feet, catatonic state, our exercise routines, feeding, bathing and even toilet situation. I figured it was better to pull the band aid off in one go so, explained to her that spending these two months exercising and cleaning every inch of her incredible body, especially after ten years without female company had been torture. I explained who Todd was, the crisis response calls, how earlier I managed to get the plate number off her car allowing Todd to finally get some of her backstory. Lastly, I explained that I had no idea where her phone was, but even if we had it there wouldn't be any signal here. While she was processing all this info, I told her it would be good for her to talk to Todd on the radio to pass on messages to friends and family, as they would be worried after all this time. That was the moment I first saw her smile, it was as beautiful as the rest of her, but sad and didn't reach her eyes. "No one is missing me, trust me on that, not my family nor my so-called friends. Another thing, please call me Em, only people I really don't like call me Emma."