After a long absence I'm back with a new multi chapter story. Started writing it in 2006 so some references are certainly dated. This one is a long, detailed love story that I've been writing off and on since I posted my last story. When I started I had a beginning and an end in mind but the middle has become much longer than I ever could have anticipated.
I will tell you few things upfront. All the sex scenes (and there are plenty) involve the two main characters only. I can also tell you that I've submitted the first two chapters, which set the story up, with more to come if readers like it.
There's a bit of a build up to the sex scenes in chapter one but I prefer telling the story like that rather than jumping right into the action. The characters are purely fictional so practice safe sex unlike them. Please forgive me for any typos or grammatical errors I missed. Comments, good or bad, are welcomed as always. I hope you enjoy reading this one half as much as I enjoyed writing it. I've been waiting to share these characters with other people for a long time.
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Spring break. The best time of the year for college students like us. We were seniors this year and barring a complete disaster on final exams we'd all graduate in a couple of months. This was our last hurrah before entering the real world. I had several good job offers to choose from and carefully crafted plans for the future whereas the other guys were still unsure of what to do when college ended. Unbeknownst to me that was all about to change but I'm getting well ahead of myself now.
I lived in a house with three roommates. There's Tim, Miguel, and Greg, plus me, Rick. I've known Tim since preschool and we met Miguel and Greg freshman year in the dorms. The four of us decided to get a house for sophomore year and had earned a reputation for throwing great parties. The place was much more expensive than we could have afforded but for the help of Greg's father. He was a big shot ad executive that Greg had somehow managed to talk into paying the rent for us. His father was appreciative of our efforts in keep his son somewhat focused on his school work and I think he liked being able to flaunt his wealth too. Makes me sound ungrateful and cynical doesn't it? Well I was grateful for his generosity and he'd gotten my resume into the hands of some people who never would have looked at it otherwise so I owed him a huge debt of gratitude. I have a habit of saying things that get taken the wrong way, as you'll see.
It was Greg's father who arranged our trip up to Whistler, British Columbia for spring break as an early graduation surprise. Last year we'd taken a disastrous trip to Mexico. The first night there we all ended up with varying degrees of food poisoning and just as we recovered from that Tim ended up with sunstroke so bad we were ready to take him home but he insisted that he didn't want to ruin our trip. On top of that none of us got lucky. That's right four college guys in a city full of drunk women ready to give pussy away and we didn't get a whiff. I was still a little skeptical of trading beaches and bikinis for slopes and ski jackets, but there was no way this trip could be worse than last year. The thought of taking Miguel skiing for the first time brought a smile to my face too. Born and raised in southern California, to parents who emigrated from Brazil, he was sure to be a spectacle on skis.
"What's wrong with you?" Tim asked as I stared out the window watching the trees speed by. We were almost there now having driven up from the University of Oregon in Eugene. We could have flown but decided a road trip would be more fun.
"This might be our last trip together," I said and knew right away I'd made a mistake.
"Awe he love us," Greg teased from the driver's seat and I endured a handful of barbs before settling them down again. At least they had me laughing now too.
"Plus I was thinking about where else we could have gone. The beaches in California where the women are wearing a lot of tan and not much else would have been nice," I said picturing it in my mind.
"Your thinking about it the wrong way," Tim said. "Tell him Greg."
"Forget beaches and bikinis Rick. Were going to spend a whole week with ski bunnies and not just your regular ski bunnies, Canadian ski bunnies," he added with that goofy grin of his. "Let's see there's Rachel McAdams and.... Shania Twain and... Keira Knightley and..."
"She's British," I said.
"She is? Well forget her then but still man think about it. Rachel McAdams and..."
"Shannon Tweed?" Tim offered helpfully.
"Isn't she old?" Miguel asked.
"Yeah and she kinda looks like Greg's mom," I said with a smirk.
"Old but still hot then," Miguel said as laughter filled the car and Greg cursed us out. "I grew up on the beaches in LA," he added. "And you should see what the woman wear when we go to Brazil for a visit. I'm ready for something different. The winter clothes will leave something to the imagination."
"Maybe you guys are right," I said feeling more relaxed now.
"That's the spirit," Tim said shoving my shoulder. "Now have some fun before that career you've got all planned out takes over your life completely."
By the time we got settled into our rooms it was already getting dark. I would have liked to try out the slopes but we'd wait until the morning for Miguel's sake. We decided to hit the bar in our hotel for the night and right away I noticed there seemed to be a lot more couples than single women. All sorts of little groups where there was a guy for every girl. Great. Just fucking great. Most of the single girls I did see must have just come in from the cold too because they were bundled up in bulky sweaters, down filled vests, and fleece jackets. I felt like asking Miguel how his imagination was working out for him. It had been a long drive and tomorrow was a new day so after a few drinks I headed off to bed.
The next morning over breakfast the guys told me how they had hooked up with three girls up from Seattle on spring break too. Neither of them had gotten anywhere yet but they were meeting them for skiing later today. Oh well there were only three of them and four of us so with my luck lately I would have been the odd man out anyway.
After eating we went to get Miguel a set of rented ski gear. The rest of us all had our own, although mine hadn't been used in a few years. Outside I was helping Miguel get his skis on and was going to show him a few of the basics when a girl caught my eye. She was wearing a bright red helmet with a pair of honey blonde braids hanging out the back. I could barely see her face from that distance but I was certain I'd stumbled upon a rare beauty. She was waiting in the lift line with two other girls. They all had snowboards and looked like regulars from the way they carried themselves. A voice inside my head was screaming at me to go talk to her and the longer I listened, the harder it was to ignore it.
The other guys came along and took Miguel off my hands. I told them I'd see them later back at the rooms and sat down to watch for now. A short time later she came into view again carving her way down the hill with effortless grace. Her friends were okay too but I could tell instantly she was much better than them. I decided to ditch my skis and rented a snowboard instead. Anxiously awaiting her return near the lifts and hoping she hadn't left yet, my patience was soon rewarded. Timing my approach I stepped into the line just in front of them. The girl I wanted to talk to was standing in the middle so this was going to be tricky.
"Hey mind if I share the lift with you?" I asked interrupting their recount of the last trip down the hill. I was standing side on in front of the Asian girl to her right and pretended not to see her as I looked at the girl I wanted. She didn't say anything at first, remaining silent until I smiled at her with hopeful desperation.
