She laughs. It’s a beautiful laugh. Her smile lights up the room.
“Your way?” She asks, “You had every chance to move!”
I love the sound of her voice.
“My goggles fell off when I did my flip. They covered my eyes and I couldn’t see anything until you were right in front of me,” I explain, hoping that won’t make me sound like an idiot.
“That makes more sense, here I am thinking you either suck at snowboarding or just like running into women for fun.”
Me? Suck at snowboarding? I’m not an idiot. I’m trying to go pro and I know I’m damn good at it. But when she laughs and calls me out, it stings. I can't show it though. I can’t let her see me flinch. I just laugh it off.
“I was just practicing my flips. Now I know to hold on to my goggles,” I admit, “Do you snowboard?”
“No, but I ski,” she says matter of factly, “I mean, I pizza the whole way down, but I still ski.”
That makes me laugh. This girl is funny. I like her sense of humor.
“Hey, no shame in pizzaing. If you make it down the mountain in one piece, that’s all that really matters.”
“True. Except Lana doesn’t like skiing, so we aren’t skiing on this trip. Just here for the spa and scenery,” she says.
I laugh, “Who stays at a ski resort in the beautiful Rocky Mountains and doesn’t ski?”
“I guess me,” she says, giggling.
Yeah, I guess she does. But this is my chance.
“I could always teach you how to snowboard if you want. Some say it’s easier than skiing,” I offer.
She looks at me with a wandering eye. Is there something on my face? I try to play it cool, “I could show you how to ride the mountain.”
“Or I could ride that mountain,” she says, pointing down at my dick.
My face reddens instantly, like a stovetop. I’m overcome with embarrassment. I can’t figure this girl out. She looked all cute and innocent until I actually started hearing her speak. I can’t believe she just said that to my face.
I let out a nervous chuckle. I wonder if she’s already a little drunk or is already this blunt and feisty. I’m guessing a little bit of both.
“Okay sweetheart, go ahead,” I say, playing along with her game.
She bites her bottom lip, torturing me in the process. Just that action is turning me on. She’s just asking to be kissed - such a dirty girl. I take a sip of my beer and lean in.
I start with a soft kiss, then deepen it, like I’m trying to examine her mouth. I suck on her bottom lip like a bottom feeder. It’s like I’m sucking the juices out of a juicy pear. She goes to pull away, but I bite harder into her flesh, pulling her back. Her bottom lip is tender in my mouth, so I kiss it softly to make it better, then let her go.
“Wow,” is all she manages.
“Yeah… wow,” I say back. I feel my dick harden. But I can’t cave yet, there are other people here. I can’t just rip off her clothes and fuck her until she’s seeing stars, like I want to. I have some respect.
I look around the room and see the other two girls here making out with their boyfriends, but everyone else is missing. I hear cheering. The rest of the guys must be outside with Lana. I don’t know where else they’d be.
I nod towards the back door and grab Genevieve’s hand to follow me out the door.
My eyes do a double take. Everyone has managed to get drunk enough that they are in the hot tub doing shots off of Lana’s tits. She’s in the middle of the hot tub in a bikini, and the four other guys- two of them being my brother and roommate - are just wearing boxers. It looks like the making of a porno film.
“Lana! What are you doing?” Genevieve shouts.
“Having fun! Come join!” Lana slurs with a can of beer in her hand and a shot glass resting between her boobs. I’m guessing it’s filled with tequila.
Genevieve gives me a look, like she’s debating it. Her eyes play ping pong between me and her friend in the hot tub. Then, without warning, they land on me—and they look thirsty. She looks like she’s undressing me with her eyes.
