Note: This is part of an anthology of short and sweet stories that skip some of the details and get right to the point. If you want more exposition, see my other stories outside of this set.
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My girlfriend cackled madly along with her "squad" as we waited in line to ride the chairlift up the mountain. She had come to this ski resort, in the middle of July, for her bestie's bachelorette party. Why I let myself be convinced to come along, I'll never know. She told me that these places were fun in the summer, with hiking and beautiful views. I should have realized that actually meant that there was nothing to do that didn't cost a fortune. Worse yet, I wasn't invited to any of the party activities, except at the end as the designated driver. I'd chauffer this gaggle of drunk girls back the hotel each night where they'd collapse instantly until the next morning. I got the feeling I was being used.
Now on day four of the trip, I was looking forward to this ride up to the lodge for the main event of the weekend. Not because it would be fun, but because it meant it was finally almost time to go home.
The six of them were yammering on about some celebrity gossip having to do with a pop star cheating on her latest boyfriend. I was wondering how grown women could spend so much time with this inane bullshit. We got up to the chairs and noticed they had a three-person max.
"Just take the next one!" my girlfriend ordered, dismissively, as she hopped on to the lift with two of her friends. Though this felt obnoxious, I was actually relieved to not have to listen to them all the way up.
I sat down in the next chair, alone, and watched the dopey looking teenager who was operating the lift. Behind him, a group of other young employees were sitting at a picnic table, giggling and passing around a vape pen. Clearly there was very little for them to do around here either.
As the chair turned to face uphill, a thin young red-headed girl stood up from the picnic table and bounced over with a light spring in her step.
"Hey Jayden," she said to the dull lift operator. "I'm gonna go up now."
"Sure," he said lifelessly, pointing to the empty space in my chair.
The girl walked in front of me and poked her tight ass backwards, preparing to sit on the chair. I lingered my gaze on her for a moment—she was wearing a very short skirt that revealed the curving lines where her glutes met her thighs. Feeling skeevy, I looked away. I saw Jayden was not so chivalrous, as he was practically drooling as he stared at her taut body. The chair scooped her up, and soon our feet were off the ground on the way to the top of the mountain.
"You been up yet?" she said to me with a relaxed tone as she looked out at the clear blue summer sky. It was a hot day, and I had been sweating waiting for the chair, but the breeze was stronger here and brought welcome gusts of cool air.
"No, first time," I replied.
"Oh, well, it's about 15 minutes to the top."
We sat silently for a moment, and I glanced over at her out of the corner of my eye. She was quite cute and innocent-looking with very pale skin and light brown freckles on her nose and arms. Her thick, naturally red hair was French braided and extended down to the middle of her back. She was short, but with long legs that dangled over the side of the chair swinging playfully.
"Do you go to college around here?" I asked.
"No," she replied, pausing for a moment. The girl wrinkled her small nose a bit in a cutesy way, then continued, "I was always a real uptight kid. I get way too stressed out with classes and things always trying to be perfect. I needed some time off, so I came up here."
"I see," I replied. I found myself watching her full, bee stung lips as she talked. Her mouth was wide and revealed most of her teeth as she talked and smiled.
"It's been really good for me. People keep telling me I just need to be able to relaaaaax"—she really drew that word out—"and just take life as it comes." The young girl looked over at me with enchanting deep green eyes, though I saw that they were rimmed slightly with red.
"Sure," I said. I guessed that vape was probably part of her education in relaxation.
"It's harder than it sounds, though, at least for me. I hope I'll get there eventually, but I keep worrying about what I'm going to do next year." She leaned back casually in the seat and tilted her head up to the sky. She was wearing a loose-fitting, plum-colored V-neck t-shirt that left a good portion of her wideset breasts exposed. Two protruding bumps in the fabric suggested she was not wearing a bra. Right then, a gust of wind caused the shirt to billow out for a brief moment, confirming my suspicion. As the shirt lifted, I had a perfect view of one of her pert B-cups, firm and freckled, and topped with a small pink nipple that aimed up slightly and begged to be sucked. She seemed unaware and continued talking.
"I thought I'd try and take some courses in first aid and stuff, maybe get into the ski patrol in the winter. But, I don't think I'm cut out for it. I'm really struggling in the OFC course. I just overthink everything when it comes to school. So, I have no idea how I'm going to get through the OEC one, you know?"
"Uh huh," I murmured. I had no idea what she was talking about.
