Girl Posse Ski Aspen - It's A Warm Flame
I intended for this story to be submitted for the "
YAY TEAM 2025" challenge. It wasn't finished in time. It's still appropriate for the series. I hope you enjoy the read.
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My girlfriends and I traveled to different locales to spend time together - partying, enjoying good food, sipping fine wine, dancing, and indulging in some naughty and kinky fun. Just call us the Girl Posse. Over the years, the Girl Posse has expanded. We are now scattered all over the country and around the world. We are a unique group of women.
I'm Nikki Madison, and I'm the Girl Posse Leader. On this trip, eight girls, including yours truly, answered the call. Willow, Olivia, Heather, Bay, Clare, Pepper, and Harper joined me for the week to ski and frolic in one of the world's most famous ski areas.
We play and party together. And we share each other. One would say we are all good friends with benefits. And my cock, tongue, and anus is the common denominator.
Today, the Posse is stranded at the chalet. A heavy snowstorm started falling last night, and the Posse decided to stay at the chalet and party. And tell stories! Tomorrow, the fresh powder will be perfect.
This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of eighteen. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended.
Each story will be told in the first person; however, there are eight days in our week, and eight women are members of the Aspen Posse. I am planning eight viewpoints - nine stories. Today's story will be told from multiple perspectives.
Two quotes to ponder:
"The main thing to know about sex and love is that, whether together or separately, they can bring joy, pain, or a curious mixture of both." ~ Anonymous
"Half the lies they tell about me aren't true." Yogi Berra is a famous American sports philosopher known for his witty sayings.
The Winter Storm Blows
The storm started just after dark. It fell heavily throughout the night and into the morning. Willow and I arrived back at the chalet late; the house was quiet. We had misbehaved with Matthew and his friends, Bernard and Beatrice.
This week was all about sharing and experiencing new things. Yesterday, Olivia paired off with Clare, and Harper paired with Pepper. Willow and I were exhausted, so we crawled into bed together and fell fast asleep. The stories of last night's dalliances are sure to be good breakfast conversation.
Still on East Coast time, I was the first to wake up, and getting a fresh cup of coffee was my top priority. The back deck was blanketed in fresh snow, and it was still snowing, although not as heavily; still, it was enough to make visibility while skiing somewhat unpleasant. Fair skies and sunshine were forecast for the afternoon.
Bay soon joined me. She went straight to the coffee maker. Heather was right behind her. The three of us chatted over fresh coffee. Heather was the first to comment about the snow conditions, "I've never skied fresh powder, so I'll need a guide!"
I replied, "Pepper will be the perfect guide. She spent some time in Tahoe. But I'm not skiing until the snow stops."
Heather responded, "Me neither!"
Bay was quick to add, "That settles it. Let's fix breakfast and Bloody Marys - a cozy, warm fire this afternoon would be fun, too."
I replied, "Sounds good, I'll make a batch of Bloody Marys!"
Heather and Bay started breakfast. They found everything we needed, and the aroma of breakfast cooking filled the chalet. Sure enough, one by one, the Posse had all gathered in the kitchen. Sweatshirts and leggings were the dress of the day.
Well, almost everyone. Pepper was ready and dressed to ski. When she saw everyone else eating breakfast and drinking Bloody Marys or Mimosas, she decided to join us. Pepper fetched some dry wood from the storage bin outside, then she relaxed on one of the sofas in the Great Room.
Warm Conversation - Kiss and Tell!
The Posse settled in around the warm fire. The cocktails flowed along with the conversation. When kinky and naughty women get together, the topic of conversation never strays far from a discussion about sex. Today was no different. We know we are unique. Solid friendships have evolved, and some of the women have seen each other outside of the Posse get-togethers. There was a lot of banter centered around the hook-ups already. Willow was being teased about Jake, the delivery boy, and Matty, the Property Manager.
Heather, who is a stunning blonde in her own right, wondered out loud, "Willow, life is not fair sometimes. Jake's eyes were so focused on your naked body; he could barely finish his pizza."
Willow giggling, "His eyes were already bursting out of their eye sockets, when Pepper and Clare got out of the hot tub, then when Harper joined us upstairs, it got up close and personal with the young man."
Snickering, I added, "Yeah, when he saw me, he bolted out the front door!" Amusingly I said, "Too many chicks with dicks for him!"
At every Posse get-together, a topic that is almost always broached is each woman's connection to me, the Posse leader, cruise director, and party girl extraordinaire. It's not quite '
six degrees to Nikki Madison'
, but close, as my cock, tongue, and anus is the common denominator. There's also before breast implants and after breast implants. It always amuses me how each friend remembers our first rendezvous, then relates their own to their most memorable one. I must say, I love hearing each girl's stories.
Today, Pepper Was First!
"I first met Nikki on a Halloween weekend. That was the same weekend that I reconnected with Clare!" Pepper paused. I glanced at Nikki, then at Clare, smiling, adding, "I will always be grateful for Nikki and her friend Naomi. It was a very special weekend."
I remember the event vividly, "Nikki, Clare, along with several others and I, were BDSM sideshow submissives at the revival of the