Chapter 6 – Mariah
“What the hell was that?” I ask, when the guys are completely gone. It has started to snow, but I’m not cold. I’m hot and wet, and irritated at her for saying no to them. Was she jealous? Is she trying to have me all to herself, despite the talk of helping me find a guy to lose my virginity to?
“They seemed nice.” I pause, not believing my friend would just let a rugged Greek God like Paul walk away. “And Paul, he was super sexy, Jane! And you just send him packing?”
I’m usually not the type to get angry or irritated with anyone, let alone my friend, but her behavior just now makes no fucking sense. Plus, she’s grinning like there’s a big detail I missed.
“What?” I pause, not sure what’s happening. “What are you smiling for?” I glare at her. “Listen, you were the one who wanted me to lose my virginity on this trip!” I jab both of my poles into the snow, lowering my voice. The sloppy, wet snowflakes have begun to hit my face. “And Paul, well, he seemed like a good candidate for me!”
Just what I’m into, I add silently, ignoring the wet spot I can still feel forming in my panties.
Jane laughs, the sound reminding me of tinsel on a Christmas tree. Shiny, beautiful and complicated. “Relax, babe. I wasn’t cock blocking you.”
I give her another glare, thinking, Well, it sure feels like it. I bet Paul feels that way too. Or would, if I asked him.
“I’m serious,” says Jane, pulling me away from the side of the lodge and back towards the line to get onto the ski lifts. She leans into me as we make our way toward a more challenging, black diamond slope, and whispers, “You have to do that with guys like that. You have to make them think you’re not interested, to get them more interested.”
Her voice is hot cotton candy. Smothering. Overwhelming. And worst of all, it’s taking away my upset.
“You didn’t see what I saw, Mariah.” She pauses, as we get in line for the ski lift. “When I told them no, the other two guys — they looked intrigued. Maybe your tall-dark-and-handsome didn’t, but it’s only because he knows how to play the game better. But the other two obviously did. And that’s what we want.” The line moves, and we move up with it. Just in time to be scooped into a ski lift seat. “It worked. The one guy gave us the card, invited us to some nice fancy place for some fun party. And this way, when we do show up, they’ll be that much happier to see us, because we played the game right.”
“You keep mentioning this game I didn’t even know I was playing,” I tell her. “What game are you talking about?”
“The mating game,” she says, shrugging. “It’s just like animals play. The tall guy…he’s the alpha. He’s not about to let you in on his interest. He’ll keep you guessing, but you have to do the same. You can’t be throwing yourself at them or they won’t enjoy the chase as much.”
“You’re right, Jane. I guess I have a lot to learn about these things, huh?”
No wonder I can never seem to get laid, I think. I was clearly going after the wrong guys. Not alphas. And I was throwing myself at them way too much. Ruining the chase part of the game.
“You do have a lot to learn, but that’s okay!” Jane’s cheery voice is even louder without the extra noise of people to block it out. “Because you have me, and I know everything there is to know about getting a hot guy to lose himself over you!”
I chuckle, thinking through Jane’s previous conquests. She’s right. She’s always dated rich, powerful alpha males. Although, something tells me she’s never quite gone all the way. There’s a note of over confidence in her voice that betrays her.
And, even though we’ve talked about sex, it’s always about the type of sex we’d like to have, not the type of sex we’ve already had. I’ve always kept my suspicions to myself, though, thinking that if Jane wants to tell me whether or not she’s a virgin, she will. I’m someone who can’t seem to keep any detail about myself that private, so, I admire her for it, if it’s true.
“So, we’re going?” I try to sound like I’m not excited for Christmas to come early, but I know I’m failing miserably.
“Hell yeah, we’re going,” says Jane, as I turn the small card over in my fingers. It reads: The Exchange Club, Aspen. Underneath that is an address. And underneath that are the words, Basement. By invitation only. Dinner starts promptly at 8 PM.”
“Hmm, I don’t know.”
The address isn’t somewhere I recognize. I haven’t been to Aspen as much as Jane has, but I know enough of the resort and surrounding town to know that this “Exchange Club” place is not your typical tourist destination.
“What do you mean?” Before I even have time to explain that the address isn’t recognizable to me, Jane snatches the card out of my fingers and looks at it for herself. “Hmmm.”
Without letting go of the card, she digs in her ridiculously fluffy ski coat and pulls out her smartphone. She quickly types in the address provided, and scans the results. “I don’t recognize this either,” she admits. “And I know this resort town like the back of my hand.” She fingers past a few more results. “Nope. Nothing.”
I don’t know how she does it, but Jane manages to be a technological wizard, and she manages to do it with just enough time left over to disembark from a moving platform or vehicle. She closes out her phone apps and puts the phone back in her coat just in time to gracefully jump off the lift.
I follow her, hopping off the lift a little more carefully. Unlike Jane, I don’t come here every winter.
Jane and I don’t talk until we’re well on our way through the trees and into the snow. We’ve come upon a ski park for advanced skiers and snowboarders, so we slow down to observe our surroundings.
“So, what do you think?” I pant, trying to keep my speed even. It’s a little harder on this steeper terrain. “Should we go check this place out?”
Jane slides up beside me. No backwards skiing this time. “Absolutely!” She rubs at her nose with the edge of a glove. “And if it turns out that these guys are dicking us around, we’ll just find a club or something.”
Jane and I go over a small jump. She lands more easily than I do. “We’ll find a couple of good guys to buy us drinks, and then take them back to the lodge with us and make them our fuckboys.” In the following silence, my pussy clinches. Not from the idea of a fuckboy, but from remembering Paul’s eyes. The heat in his words. The dominance in his touch. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll make sure you lose your virginity, and with someone totally hot.”
My pussy throbs at the thought. The thought of feeling a dick inside of me instead of just my fingers makes me twitch.
Losing my virginity wasn’t something I thought I wanted so badly, but now I can’t get it out of my head. Even though I want it to be with someone like Paul, if I have to, I’ll take any man.
As long as he grabs me and takes what he wants, and I don’t have to ask. Because I’m tired of throwing myself at men, just to feel rejected. I need someone to make me their fucktoy. And I sure hope that someone is Paul.