When I lived in Montreal I had a secret affair with one of my roommates. Her name was Sheri, she was 5'6", about 130 lb with a nice body. Her best features were her blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. She wouldn't have believed me if I told her, but there were times she seemed to shimmer.
Sheri was a girl that I'd known since grade three and she also happened to have been my first crush. We were boyfriend and girlfriend before that meant much more than being each other's favorite partner at spin the bottle. High school sent us in different directions and even though we probably hadn't so much as kissed since grade eight, sharing an apartment seemed to renew old feelings.
At first, things were secret, because I was seeing someone else. That situation didn't last that long, though because once Sheri and I started sleeping together, I knew I had to break it off my girlfriend. Once single, there should have been no reason keep things secret, but we also had ex's to consider. On that front, we were both about a year removed from relatively long term relationships with each other's best friend. Aside from avoiding complications, I think we both found sneaking around kind of fun. A couple of ski trips served as examples that typified our clandestine exploits.
Green Trail — La Piste Facile
I used to ski fairly regularly with my friend Dave. Sheri and her friend Yale would occasionally come along with us too. Sheri wasn't the biggest ski enthusiast, but she was a social linchpin. Without Sheri, there would have been no Yale. Not only did Yale give Sheri someone to ski with, Dave also happened to be interested in her. So whenever Dave and I made ski plans, it wasn't uncommon for him to ask Sheri to come in the hope she would invite Yale.
Coming home after one trip Yale sat up front with Dave, while Sheri and I were in the back. The seating arrangement was by design. Since Dave wanted the opportunity to chat up Yale, he would routinely call on Sheri and me to opt for the back seats. In case Yale asked Dave always made sure we had a cover story for preferring back. Usually, it was that we were especially tired and wanted to snooze. To Dave's growing frustration, though, Sheri and I joined in on the chit chat most of the way home. Worse for him, Yale seemed more engaged with the conversation coming from the back.
Finally, Dave declared, "For people so tired you two sure do talk a lot!"
Dave's little plans were always so transparent, Sheri and I couldn't help but snicker. Despite the enjoyment of making Dave suffer, Sheri and I eventually began to play along. We wound down our chatter, allowing Dave to talk with Yale on his own.
As the talk in the car quieted to only the front, Sheri took off her jacket and put her head down on my lap. She pulled her jacket over shoulder, as if ready for a nap. To all appearances, it looked like Sheri was falling into compliance with Dave's plan. That's when I felt her hand.
With the music on the radio and the other two chatting up front, Sheri began rubbing my cock through my ski pants. Enjoying the unexpected surprise, my cock hardened and I began looking forward to getting back to our apartment.
Taking advantage of the darkness, it seemed that Sheri didn't see any reason to wait. Rolling over to face me with a smile that I could still faintly make out, Sheri began opening the zipper of my ski overalls. Reaching in, she found my cock and wrapped her hand around my stiff shaft.
I was sitting behind Dave in the driver's seat and I had an unobstructed view of Yale. If she looked back and given us the slightest double take, it might have been enough for her figure out what was going on in the back seat.
Sheri had my cock in her hand and she was stroking it as best she could, encumbered as she was by my pants. It always feels good when a girl's holding my cock, but the surprise of Sheri reaching into my pants with our friends so close by made it especially exciting. These were the sort of surprises that always made Sheri fun.
