Makayla's apartment buzzed with the quiet chaos of packing. Clothes spilled across her bed, a kaleidoscope of colors against the crisp white comforter. A suitcase yawned open on the floor nearby. The late March light streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the room. It caught the faint shimmer of workout leggings she'd tossed aside--remnants of her up-and-coming fit-fluencer Instagram persona. Jon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with a mix of affection and restless anticipation. They'd been dating three months, not long enough to share a lease. Still, it was enough time for him to feel the weight of this trip pressing on his shoulders. Elk Ridge Lodge stood an hour away. He needed to arrive first to ensure its proper presentation before his friends showed up.
Makayla stood before her full-length mirror, hands gliding over a navy one-piece swimsuit. It clung to her frame with modest restraint. The suit veiled her midriff, dipping just low enough to tease the swell of her D-cup breasts--full, pert, and so striking they'd turn heads in any room. These were the kind of curves that could convince you she'd been sculpted for that alone. Yet, beneath the sensible cut, her ass waited--a hidden marvel. Perfectly shaped, it jutted out with such improbable grace that it eclipsed even her chest's allure. This revelation stunned those who'd only seen her in formal wear, never noticing how it bloomed in tight shorts or a bikini bottom. She turned to Jon, green eyes dancing with a playful spark.
"What do you think?" she asked. "This one's comfy for the pool."
Jon tilted his head, his 5'6" frame shifting as he rubbed the back of his neck. At 23, he carried himself with a quiet charm--dark hair tousled just right, a small but handsome build. But there was a beta hesitance in his posture, a flicker of doubt he couldn't quite shake.
"It's nice," he said, his voice gentle but edged with something more. "But, you know, I'm trying to show off a little this week. My friends are coming, and they've spent years telling me about all the wild shit they got up to in college--girls, parties, the whole deal. I skipped that to chase the tech dream, and it paid off, right? I've got the lodge, the career... and you. I want them to see you and feel that sting, like, 'Damn, Jon's got it made.' So maybe something sexier?"
Makayla's fingers lingered on the swimsuit straps, her olive skin aglow in the soft light as she mulled over his words. She wanted to please Jon, always had. But this nudge toward sexy was new--he'd never directly asked for it before. It left her wondering if she'd missed some unspoken cue all these months. Sexiness wasn't foreign to her, though. She'd stumbled into it building her Instagram fitness page, learning fast that sexy sells. In tiny Gymshark shorts, her ass thrust out like a siren's call, she'd crafted a persona--bold, teasing, a thrill she savored as engagement soared past her tame workout clips in baggy sweats. Her nearly 80k followers lapped it up, their crude comments a buzzing backdrop Jon used to eye with a frown. Now, though, maybe he's starting to lean into it. She bit her lip, nodding slowly.
"Okay, I'll try something else," she said.
She slipped into her walk-in closet, the door clicking shut behind her. Jon's gaze lingered on the empty space, a common frustration returning. He'd have loved for her to change right there, to peel off the one-piece and let him see her naked--full frontal, lights on, no shadows hiding her. Three months in, and he still hadn't gotten that. Even when he went down on her, a ritual he clung to like a lifeline to prove he wasn't the dud Kenzie, his ex, had accused him of, it was always under the sheets. Lights stayed off, his face buried in her heat without a clear view. He swallowed, adjusting his jeans as a flicker of arousal stirred.
Makayla emerged moments later, this time in a standard bikini--red, with triangle tops that tied around her neck and a bottom that showed more of her hips. It was cute, flirty, the kind of thing girls their age wore without a second thought. She spun for him, her brunette hair swishing.
"Better?" she asked.
Jon smiled, stepping closer.
"Yeah, that's better," he said. "But... do you have something with a little more? You know, to really wow them?" His tone stayed kind, not pushy, but his eyes betrayed a hunger he couldn't voice.
She tilted her head, then disappeared back into the closet. Jon's mind wandered as he waited, picturing her Instagram grid--those shots of her ass in workout gear, so sculpted and pert it drove him wild. He'd scroll through them sometimes, heart racing, knowing every guy in her comments wanted her. It gnawed at him, that mix of pride and paranoia. But now he wanted to wield it like a weapon. Let Chris and the guys drool, let them see what he'd snagged without ever setting foot on a college campus.
When Makayla stepped out again, Jon's breath caught. She wore a teal bikini with the bottoms scrunching between her cheeks, accentuating her ass--round, firm, sticking out in a jaw-dropping way. The top was typical, but covering her large perky breasts made it seem more exotic than it was. She grinned, hands on her hips.
"This one's pretty out there," she said. "Shows off the goods, right?"
Jon's jeans tightened as he nodded, his voice a little hoarse.
"That's great," he said. "Let's go along those lines."
He watched her prance back to the closet, her ass swaying, and his mind spun. She tried on a few more--each one bolder, the bottoms shrinking closer to thong territory, a new norm for their generation. He could see the curve of her cheeks, the way the fabric hugged her skin. It was all he could do not to pull her onto the bed right then.
Smiling, she vanished again, returning quickly in her boldest yet--a black bikini with a thong bottom, the back a small triangle tapering into a thin strip that vanished between her cheeks. The top was small enough to replace her cleavage as the prominent feature, with a spectacular underboob display. She caught his wide-eyed stare, the bulge in his jeans unmistakable, and laughed softly.
"You're into this one, huh?" she said. "I'll throw it in, just in case."
She tossed it into her suitcase, playful but not pushing him to say more--his arousal was answer enough.
His phone buzzed, snapping him out of it. A text from Chris: "Yo, we're heading out soon. Be there in an hour or so." Jon's pulse jumped. He wanted her--wanted to pin her to the bed and bury himself in her--but time was ticking.
"Shit, we gotta go," he said, grabbing her suitcase. "I need to get there first to let them in."
The drive to Breckenridge was a winding hour through Colorado's rugged beauty. Snow-capped peaks loomed against a clear March sky. Makayla sat shotgun, her legs crossed in leggings that hugged her thighs, while Jon gripped the wheel, stealing glances at her. The hum of the engine filled the silence until he spoke. His voice stayed casual but carried something deeper.
"So, my friends," he started, eyes on the road. "Chris, Adam, Joe--they've always been there for me. We've been tight since middle school. They all went to CU Boulder together, got even tighter there. Obviously, I went a different route, built the tech thing with Dan. But sometimes I wish I'd gone with them. I'd always have to listen to these stories--parties, girls, epic nights--and I'd just nod, feeling like I was slipping to a background character in my own group. I am hoping this week will fix that."
Makayla nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"They sound fun," she said. "Who's the plus one?"
Jon chuckled, but it was a tight, brittle sound that betrayed his nerves.
"Justin's their frat bro from college," he said. "Never met him--just a name dropped in their stories. Kinda feels like he's butting into my place, you know?" He paused, his voice softening as he glanced at her. "They're great guys. Party pretty hard, though, still wired in that college mindset--especially Chris and Adam. They just graduated this past winter, a semester late because they couldn't quit raging. I don't want them thinking I'm some lame pushover, so I want to put on a good show. We don't get out much, but maybe you can match their vibe--be the life of the party, get the guys going." His tone lurched into a clumsy, forced grin. A chuckle stumbled out as he added, "You know, maybe give them that same, uh, 'rise' you gave me back there with those bikinis."
Makayla's brow creased faintly, his words settling like pebbles in her mind. "Get the guys going?" she mused silently, picturing Jon's jeans straining back at the apartment, that obvious bulge when she'd strutted out in the thong bikini. She'd figured that kind of effect would piss him off--him stewing over other guys' eyes on her--not make him proud. Did he mean flirt with them? Be sexy around them? She'd assumed he wanted her flirty and loud with him, publicly, flaunting their spark for all to see. The question hung there, muddled and unanswered, as she turned her gaze to the window. The blur of pines streaked by.
The conversation flowed--Jon skipping over Kenzie, a ghost Makayla barely knew--until the lodge came into view. Elk Ridge Lodge rose from the mountainside like a millionaire's dream, its 8,000 square feet sprawling across timber and stone. Ski-in, ski-out access gleamed with fresh snow. The heated pool steamed faintly in the crisp air. Makayla's jaw dropped as they pulled up.
"Holy shit, Jon," she said. "The pictures didn't do this justice."
He grinned, pride swelling.
"Yeah, Dan outdid himself," he said. "I am very thankful for letting me buy in on a small share, reap some of the benefits, like this week. Wait 'til you see inside."
They stepped out, the chill nipping at their skin as Jon hauled her suitcase up the steps. The front door swung open to a cathedral of luxury--vaulted ceilings with exposed beams, a massive stone fireplace crackling in the great room. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the peaks. The kitchen gleamed with granite and steel, big enough to feed a frat house, while the scent of pine and leather hung in the air.
Makayla spun in a slow circle, her sneakers squeaking on the hardwood.
"I feel spoiled already," she said. "I need to snap some pics later."
Her eyes sparkled, already picturing the Instagram grid.
Jon led her upstairs, past five guest bedrooms to the master suite. It was a haven--king bed draped in plush white, a private balcony overlooking the slopes, and an en-suite with a jacuzzi tub big enough for two. He dropped her suitcase by the bed, watching her take it in.
"This is us," he said, voice low. "Let's make it a hell of a week."
She turned to him, green eyes alight, and nodded.
"Oh, we will," she said.
Stepping over to the large framed door between the closet entrance and TV, he smiled, turning to Makayla.
"Oh, and check this out," he said.
Jon nudged the master bedroom door wider, guiding Makayla toward the en-suite bathroom. The space unfolded like a dream--marble floors gleaming under recessed lights, a double vanity stretching along one wall. A massive glass shower enclosure dominated the far side. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined the shower itself, offering an unobstructed view of the pool, hot tub, and grill area below. The outdoor bar perched just beyond, all framed by the snow-dusted ski run alive with skiers carving their way down. The afternoon sun spilled through, glinting off the glass, turning the room into a bright, airy sanctuary.
Makayla's green eyes widened as she stepped inside, her sneakers squeaking faintly on the marble.
"Oh my God, this is unreal," she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. "I can't wait to hop in here and get ready for tonight. I'll be sure to look pretty for your friends."
She paused, peering at the giant windows, her brow knitting slightly.
"But, uh, everyone can see in, right?" she asked. "That's a little wild."
Jon grinned, setting her suitcase by the bed.
