December 25— Christmas Day.
Fresh mountain air rushing past my face is the only thing that cools my memories of last night. Of Jane swinging helplessly and lusciously sex swing to my every whim. My every motion and desire. More than that, the feeling of her hunger — her equal willingness to submit as my will to dominate — that’s what excites me, even now. Even as I’m skiing down a more difficult run with my brother.
Jordan’s here as well, but he lingers on the side of us. Closer to the woods, the wild side of the slopes. The way he moves, it’s like he’s a member of my wolf pack, working to corner Paul when he refuses to answer us.
With a simple gesture from me, Paul’s escape route is cut off by Jordan. “That’s our money that went into your good night, man.” Exactly as I’d silently hoped, the way he’s positioned himself, means that Paul can’t just get away. Sneak past, like he’s done for the last hour and a half. “You’re, like, obligated to tell us how it went. What happened.”
At least that’s what thought. Until my brother just activates his super-Jaguar powers and bends past and through Jordan. It’s like he’s not even there. “I don’t remember that being part of the deal,” he answers. “You wanted me to forget about Darla, and I forgot about her.” He zips down a bit of an incline, purposely spraying some snow in Jordan’s face. “Mission accomplished.”
Jordan shakes off the snow, and flips him the bird. Of course, my brother returns fire, which only pisses off my friend more. I watch as Jordan skates down toward him saying,. He skates down toward me. “That wasn’t a five-dollar fuck, yo. We deserve some details.” He pauses, looking frustrated at more than just the snow that’s melting into his jacket. Into his uncovered spots. “I mean, at least give me something, man!”
I choose this moment to coast up to my brother and whisper, “He didn’t get any girl to take his bid, so his bed was empty.”
A snowball collides with the side of my head almost instantaneously. “Hey! You said you wouldn’t tell him that!”
I dust the snow off, talking over Jordan’s temper tantrum. “Seriously, though. I’d like to hear something about what it was like with her, bro.” I pat my brother on his snowflaked shoulder. “At least so we now our money went to a good cause.”
My brother sighs in defeat, throwing up his hands. “Fine. It was great.” Watching the idiotic grin that spreads across his face, I know he’s not lying. “Well worth the money. Every dollar of it.” He shrugs, deciding to leave me behind in the powder. “Happy?”
“Yeah,” I say, bringing up the rear. “I guess I understand you not wanting to go into too many details.” In my head, Jane’s there again. Naked. Blindfolded. Nipples clamped, and pussy pink and puffy. I poke my ski poles into the snow, but my mind is still on her. On my cock poking into her pot. Sliding into her folds, like the skis slide through the ice and snow. “I bought her friend,” I murmur, trying to put my mind on something concrete before I get a boner in below-zero weather. “You know, Jane?”
My brother swivels around to face me. “Yeah?”
I blush more deeply than I think I’ve ever blessed. “Well, she was worth it, too,” I mumble. “When she said that she was open to anything, she meant it…” Before I’ve even done speaking, I’m back to fantasizing. Feeling the tickle slapper and butt plug in my hand, instead of my skis.
Something in me stirs. Just as I conjure up the feeling of Jane’s breasts, the feeling of her pussy closing around my fingers, I get the urge to look down toward the lodge. Toward the café down below.
Jane and Mariah are down there, sipping cups of warm drink. Probably coffee, knowing Jane. Or a mocha. If I went down there, I would know for sure. As I’m watching her — drinking her in like caffeine — I don’t even realize how far forward I’m leaning. How intense my gaze is. If I went down there, I could offer to pay for more food. Or drink. Whatever she wants.
The sound of my brother’s voice shakes me out of my meditation.
“I’m going to go talk to her,” he says suddenly, as if he’s just been possessed by a winter demon.
Jordan rushes up toward us. “Who?”
“Mariah.” Without wasting another second, Paul digs my ski poles into the side of the hill, and launch himself down a barely-visible path toward her.
“You’ve got it bad, man,” shouts Jordan, coming to stand right my brother was a second ago.
He’s not the only one has got it bad, I think, watching him float effortlessly down the snow toward his lady. If I followed you, I’d be going to the gates of heaven too. That thought sits in my head like a heavy blanket. Who would’ve thought you would get that serious about her…and when you swore never to get serious about anyone. I smile, calling down to him, “You really like her, don’t you?”
“I’m not getting serious about her,” he shouts back, as if he can read my mind. “I just like hanging out is all!”
“Suuure, whatever you say, dude!” I say, teasing him. But I know that by teasing him I’m teasing myself. I’m serious about Jane, too. But unlike my brother, I’ll admit it.
Just maybe not right away.
I’ll enjoy hanging out with her more at the café first. With this thought in my head, I drop down off the incline and head toward the warmth of the café, and Jane’s company. Then maybe, just maybe, I’ll tell her how serious I really am.
***
Jane’s eyes light up under a million-dollar smile the moment she sees me. Though her and Mariah have formed a tight bond at a small table near the window, the minute I come into the space, she gravitates toward me. Comes close, as if she’s always been in my orbit. “Good morning, Alex,” she says. The emphasis she puts on my name is laden with every touch, every thrill from last night. “You look well rested.”
“So do you,” I say, guiding her over to a big cushy sofa in front of a roaring fire. Underneath us, there are snow-white fur rugs. From what animal, I don’t know and I don’t care. As we turn our backs from other café goers to sit on the couch, I pinch her nipples. I can just barely see them picking up at me from her layers. “Perky. And early in the morning, too.”
As we get comfortable, I hear Paul and Mariah talking. He’s probably taken over Jane’s seat at the table. I relax and cuddle up to her. I do so more than I usually do, knowing that Paul is going to be well occupied for a while.
Jane molds her body to mine, allowing me to cuddle into the perfect space under her arm, and right next to her voluptuous, bouncy breasts. Ones I dare to squeeze, even as people move around behind us. Jane, unlike any other girls I’ve ever dated, just sits there. Let’s me do it. Sure, her cheeks are turning a deep Crimson. Her eyes glow with embarrassment, but not as much as other women I’ve dated. Or tried to fondle in public. They usually scoot away by now, telling me, “Are you nuts! You can’t do that in public!”
But not Jane, she just purses her chest more into my hold, and “encourages” me to play with the zipper on her jacket. “Well, of course I’m perky,” she purrs. “I’m super happy to see you, so of course I’m perky.” She leans in, nibbling my ear. “If you had your fun big black bags with you, you could play with me here.” She brings my eyes to a stairwell. It does to the second floor of this café. Where they have a small bar and grill. “You could put the swing right there, and have your way.”
“Naughty girl,” I growl, “wanting to have sex in public, where everyone can see you?” I click my tongue at her. “If I’d known you were so wild, I might’ve punished you a bit more last night.”
Jane bites her lip, and it takes all my control not to just straddle her, pull up her layers of clothing, and start sucking on her tits. Biting them, while her hands are pinned by her sweaters. “Well, if I’m such a bad, naughty girl, perhaps you should punish me more, Daddy,” she whispers. It’s so sexy. So hypnotic, the hairs on the back of my neck.
I slip my hand down behind her back, and squeeze her ass. “Be careful what you wish for, baby girl,” I whisper back. “Or your ass’ll be mine.”
To my unending enjoyment, I actually feel her stiffen. Squirm under this comment. And that’s when I know I’ve got to get her somewhere all to myself again. My dick’s starting to tingle. Warm under partially-formed thoughts of her hot, tight asshole clenching around me.
I turn to her, putting her hand on my lap. On the part of my pants with the biggest bulge.
Deliciously, her eyes widen feeling my erection.
I smile. “You wet?”
Jane just smiles wickedly.
“I know how I’m gonna get you wetter, baby girl,” I say, surprised by the deepness in my voice. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass, like I promised.” I pause. “Since you wanted punishment.” I lick my lips, stringing her along my thought process. “I’m gonna do it in public, Jane, because I know how loud you are.” Jane blushes beautifully on “loud.” It deepens when I add, “You need to be trained on how to be good and quiet, and I’m going to do that by fucking you in a dressing room at the boutique.”
I watch her face for a reaction. I get what I want. Not shock and horror, like I’ve gotten with other girls. Instead, I get excitement. Willingness. Disbelief, but in the positive.
Unfortunately for me, though, that vanishes under some dark thought. Some unsavory revelation. And whatever it is, it has to do with Mariah. Because she’s turned slightly to watch them. “I can’t just leave her,” she murmurs. “I can just abandon Mariah.”
I sigh heavily, feeling my dream dissolve in the emotional slush.
But it doesn’t last for long. Even as I succumb to the possibility that my fantasy won’t become reality, I see my brother coming our way. And he’s got Mariah with him.