The snow continued to fall and Neal was tired from the long drive. However, as he turned onto the road to the ski resort, his excitement built. The mountains ahead of him were covered in white and the heavy snowfall bode well for a great week of skiing.
It was spring break of his sophomore year in college. His childhood friend, Cassie, had invited him to join her and her family at their slope-side vacation home. Neal quickly accepted. He loved to ski and free lodging at a great resort area was irresistible. Plus, it would be fantastic to see Cassie again.
Their families were close and since grade school they'd grown up together and shared many interests. In high school, they had dated. Senior year, they introduced each other to sex. Cassie was uninhibited and often insatiable. It still sent chills up his spine when he remembered how she had convinced him to have sex in the department story dressing room.
When they went to different colleges, they had stopped dating, but were still occasional fuck buddies. Over time, they had more experiences and became more sexually skilled. Therefore, each time they hooked up was something new and special.
Frequent phone calls, emails and impromptu sexual encounters kept the friendship strong. Although never explicitly stated, Cassandra and Neal considered each other best friends.
Pulling into the driveway, Neal was impressed by the beautiful post and beam home. Mr. and Mrs. Knight were both successful in their careers and it showed in this upscale retreat. The front of the house had a deck over the basement garage. Windows on each side of the large stone fireplace stretched from the floor up to the vaulted ceiling. The windows spilled light onto the snow covered yard and gave the large falling flakes a magical quality.
Exiting the car, his breath misted in the night air and Neal gave a quick shiver. Grabbing his duffel bag and ski gear, his feet crunched on the snow as he moved up the steps to the door.
Cassie's younger brother Paul answered the doorbell. "Mom, Neal's here." he shouted back over his shoulder. "It's great to see you, man. The slopes are going to be sweet!"
"It's good to see you, too. You're right. With this new snow, we should be able to rip."
Mrs. Knight emerged from the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel and wearing a plum sweater, jeans and a smile. She was naturally warm and outgoing. She was also a big fitness buff and very active. It showed that her skiing, tennis and yoga kept her trim and limber.
While Paul was tall like his father, Cassie favored her mother. It was clear that's where Cassie got her good looks from. They were both adventurous, on the petite side and shared dark, curly hair. "Neal, you're looking well." she said while giving him a welcoming hug. "How was the drive?"
"It was fine, Mrs. K. It got slippery in a couple of places. But, I think I beat the worst of it."
"That's good," she said waving him into the main house. "I'm glad Cassie's got the SUV. The snow is supposed to continue through tomorrow, so we couldn't have picked a better ski week."
"I want to thank you for inviting me, Mrs. K. It was really nice of you."
"Don't mention it." she replied with a shake of her head that caused the chestnut hair in her ponytail to swing. "I'm going to love your company. Dinner's almost ready. Why don't you unpack, while I finish up? Paul, help Neal stow his equipment and show him his bedroom."
Neal had one of the guest bedrooms in the basement next to Paul's room. Cassie and the Knights were located on the second floor. Although windowless, it was well appointed. Besides the roomy queen-sized bed, it had a closet, bureau, and an overstuffed chair. A mirror, lamp, landscape paintings and a full bookshelf completed the furnishings. It was more than comfortable for the week.
After quickly dumping his clothes in the bureau, he changed into sweatpants and a long-sleeve jersey. Returning upstairs, the aroma of food filled the air.
"Perfect timing," Mrs. Knight said. She carried a large bowl from the kitchen to the heavy oak table in the dining portion of the main room.
"Anything I can do to help you?" Neal volunteered.
"Not now. Maybe later. You boys sit at the table while I get the last things."
The meal of pasta, salad and fresh baked bread was delicious and plentiful. It was accompanied by a postcard perfect view of the snow falling across the valley below. They talked about school and caught up on family news.
Mrs. Knight confirmed that because Cassie had an afternoon class, she would be getting a late start and planned to arrive in the wee hours. Unfortunately, Mr. Knight was on a business trip and wouldn't be here until mid-week.
After dinner, Neal and Paul played some video games and watched a little TV. Tired from the long drive, Neal excused himself.
From the couch, Mrs. Knight said "We'll be going to bed shortly ourselves. You have sweet dreams"
"You too," Neal replied and went to his room. He washed up and slipped into the gym shorts he usually slept in. Since the house was warm and there were lots of blankets on the bed, he decided against wearing a shirt.
Crawling into bed, Neal thought about the week ahead with anticipation. He was looking forward to Cassie showing up. He drifted off to sleep dreaming of Cassie's body and feeling a little horny.
Several hours later, his bedroom door opened and light from the hall fell on his face. Neal drifted up from a pleasant sleep into semi-consciousness. He squinted his bleary eyes and caught a glimpse of a female figure in a short pink nightgown sneaking into his room. Still groggy, he tried to shake himself more awake. Before he could focus, the door closed and the room returned to pitch blackness.
She tiptoed to the bed and one of the floorboards creaked. With a quiet giggle, she reached the bed and slipped under the covers.
Neal rolled on his side and reached out to her. She pulled close and gave him a kiss. Neal was immediately more alert and his body showed the first signs of arousal. He was always easily stimulated and this unexpected visit hit all his triggers. Neal initiated a kiss and said, "I'm glad you made it safe." And then with a hug, "And, I'm really glad you made it to my room, Cassie."
With another quiet laugh, she shushed him and gave him a warm hug in return. It reminded Neal of when they used to make-out at her house with Cassie warning him that her family were all light sleepers. Paul was just down the hall. They didn't want to disturb him and risk her parent's finding out about their casual sex. Mr. and Mrs. Knight were liberal, but Neal didn't want to tempt fate by flaunting the fact that he was screwing their daughter under their roof.
Snuggling close, Neal ran his hands over the soft fabric covering her skin. Although he couldn't see a thing in the dark, he didn't need to. His other senses were sharp and they filled in. It was all touch, smell, sounds and taste. And memory and imagination. It was six months since their last sex, but even with his eyes closed, he could clearly visualize Cassie's body.
Her nose was pressed against his neck and her fingertips moved across his chest.
Inhaling the subtle aroma of her perfume brought a smile to his face. Cassie rarely used perfume. Her body always had a natural and earthy scent, but the new fragrance was a nice complement. "You smell wonderful," he whispered.
She didn't answer, but gave his face a caring caress in reply. Neal was used to her silence. Cassie liked him to talk during sex, but she was a quiet and focused lover who let her body do the communicating.
While her hands explored the muscles of his upper arms, his fingers traced the lacy material of her nightgown. It was sensuous and feminine. It had the intended effect of stimulating his arousal. He couldn't believe how a little piece of filmy material could seem so erotic. It's softness and fluid movement both concealed and enhanced her body. Neal's hand followed it down her back to where it ended at mid-behind. Her panties picked up there and had a frilly texture. He spread his palm to maximize the tactile experience.
When he paused at the leg opening to clutch and massage her ass, it evoked a sigh and she thrust her hips forward against him. The pleasant pressure tightened his loins and stiffened his penis. Her breasts pressed against his chest through the babydoll and the nightgown acted as a stimulating lubricant. "I love your new nightie. It's sexier than what you usually wear. All these changes are driving me crazy, baby."
Wrapping her arms around him to keep him tight, she pulled their heads together and engaged in a long, wet kiss. She accompanied this with a firm grind of her hips that radiated warmth from his cock straight to his brain.
Pushing back, his engorged prick slid against her panties in a terrific dry hump. "Ohhh," he moaned. "Are you as horny as I am, Cassie? Cuz I really want to fuck you."
She nodded her head affirmatively against him and then nibbled gently on his lips.
Neal moved to mount her. However, she twisted sideways to put their bodies at almost right angles. He hesitated, unsure of what she wanted him to do next. Often, they got right down to business with little foreplay.
Before he could think, she guided his face to her breasts. Without delay, he brought his hand up and cupped her right tit. Neal loved to play with tits. As his hand explored her yielding flesh, he could sense Cassie's rising excitement. When his fingers circled, and finally, touched her nipple, it was large and puffy. Her breathing deepened pushing her chest up against his hand.
If anything, her bosoms were bigger than he remembered. This was one of the best parts of having a regular fuck buddy. As Cassandra matured, her changing body was a source of constant discovery. Toying with her nipple, Neal elicited quiet moans and squirms of delight. Neal blew warm air through her nightie onto Cassie's skin.
Reaching underneath his leg, she slid her hand onto his boxer encased penis. Neal shifted his weight so her fingers touched his balls, while his stiff rod settled into her palm. With slight movements, she squeezed his shaft and maneuvered his testicles in a rhythmic massage.
Using her free hand, she pulled the straps off her shoulders and brought the neckline of her nightgown down to reveal her breasts. Neal didn't need any encouragement to flick Cassie's nipple with his tongue and suck it into his mouth. He attacked the succulent orb with a ferocious, but gentle, hunger.
