by Kat Pace
“You really-ly think highly of yourselfs, huh?” I hate that I love he just assumes we’ll end up sleeping together. Not wrong, but still.
“I think about the same of myself as you do. Which seems pretty high now that I think about it.” Brooks nods.
“You are so ugh! Annoying and presumps-tuous!” I shout.
“I like to think of it as hopeful.”
“Where’s all your stuffs? Where’ve have you been changing?” Seriously!
“Left everything in Trav’s room.” He shrugs. Like this should be obvious information.
“And what if I hadn’t come?” I tease, planting a phantom kiss on his lips. “What then, huh?”
Brooks lets out a huge sigh and hangs his head to mine. He swings me by the arm into his chest. “Then I wouldn’t have come.”
We kiss long and probably sloppily in the square. There’s hardly anyone around to judge us, but I wouldn’t care anyway. I’d judge them for judging us. Brooks’s hands start to move down my back. My heart starts to race. His hands start to tighten. Even through my winter coat I can feel his strong hands gripping my butt. My breath quickens.
“So where’s our room?” His voice comes out in a steamy whisper.
I laugh and cross the walkway heading for a line of snow-capped roofs. Our ski-in ski-out room backs up to the side of the slope next to the bonfire. I laugh as Brooks throws me over his shoulder and opens the sliding door.
It’s oddly quiet. Compared to the raucous floor of the nightclub I’m almost sure we could hear a pin drop. We could hear each other’s heartbeats.
“Alls to ourselves.” I smirk at him in the semi-darkness.
“Just the way I like it.” He drops me onto the bed.
We change quickly. Brooks holds out his hand. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed smiling. I cross the room and stop in front of him. He’s wearing his gray gym shorts and nothing else. I’m wearing my satin purple nighty compliments of Trix. I laugh now.
He pulls me into his lap and slides the strap down my shoulder. His thumb rubs my nipple until it’s hard. FUCK. You’d think I’d get used to this. Used to him.
Brooks backs up on the bed and sits against the headboard. I crawl into his lap and resume kissing his face off. The entire day is under our belt. Pent up. The hot tub. The nightclub. The dancing. Booze. Drugs. Lust. Not sure which is the dominant influencer right now.
“Fuck Brooks.” I breathe into his hair. He continues sucking on my tits.
“We should’ve been fucking for years.” Brooks mumbles into my chest. He tangles his fist in my hair again. God I love that.
“We are now.” I try to lower my hips onto him. I am ready. I am soaked for him.
“No.” He stops me.
Brooks raises my hips gently off him and slides underneath me. He stops right between my thighs. I’m literally sitting on his face. THE DREAM GUYS.
I moan at his kiss. At his eagerness to taste me. My nipples could cut the glass on our stormproof windows. I lightly press my body forward into it. He tightens his hands on my hips and squeezes. I look down. Fuck it’s hot watching him eat me.
I lean forward again into his mouth and then back.
“Fuck my mouth.” Brooks says staring into my eyes.
Holy. Actual. Fuck.
Brooks’s right hand finds my clit. His tongue moves front to back, back to front. In and out. His left hand reaches around and slides down my ass until it’s inside it.
My body contracts. I smash one hand into the headboard for support. My other grabs his hair and presses his face into me.
“Fuck!” The only word I know. Only word left in my obliterated brain.
I grind into him. He responds by rubbing faster and going deeper. His finger is rimming my ass. Holy fuck. The goddamn pleasure I didn’t know existed.
Kids. Try this at home.
I move faster. My hips back and forth. He wanted it. He gets it. I’m fucking his mouth. I twist his hair in my fingers.
“I’m gonna cum.” I almost squeal, my breathing heavy.
Brooks replies by squeezing his hands tighter where they are. I am dissolving at his touch. His wet kisses making me wetter. His other finger still rubbing my asshole. I’m going to fucking lose it. I can’t stop from almost screaming.
I come on his fucking face. In his fucking hands. Even after I almost fall on top of him with pleasure he finishes cleaning every inch of me. Brooks slides from under me and turns me on my back. He smiles and kisses me deep. I can taste myself on his lips.
I have to pant to breathe through him.
“I want to fuck your mouth.” He breathes into me.
“Seems fair,” I shrug. I want him to fuck my mouth. I slink down keeping eye contact the entire time.
He’s on his knees and palms. I stop under his bridge pose and pull his shorts down over his tush. He falls out. I swear fucking bigger than he’s ever been. Brooks is warm and already salty. I’m reminded of our first night at the cabana. The taste of the ocean on his skin. Fuck it drove me wild.
It still does.
I lie flat on my back and pull him slowly to my mouth. I run my nails along the underside of his thighs until I reach his ass. I dig my nails into him. He moves faster.
My one hand is steady at the base of his dick. I move the other down his ass. Brazen moment. Can’t really gauge it, but fuck it. He did it.
I hear his moans from the headboard region. Fuck it’s hot.
I’d do this all day every day. All night every night.
“Enough,” Brooks says, his voice raspy.
He moves us so fast I don’t know how he did it. Next thing I know he’s sitting on the bed and pulling me on top of him. I am literally sitting in his lap. He pushes me down on him and I can’t control my screams. His hands feel so strong and rough on my hips and he feels so strong and rough beneath me. I kiss his absolutely perfect lips. I kiss every inch of them. I kiss every inch of his face. Our hair is flying between us and both of us are panting. It’s so dark I couldn’t see anything if I wanted to. But I don’t need to see when I can feel. I am guided by him and he by me.
I can feel us coming down from the booze and drug high only to begin riding another one. Each other.
Boozy Brunch & Boards
8:00 AM
Brooks is already gone when I wake up. His bag and shit is in Travis’s room, so I’m 95% sure that’s where he went. Either that or he left to go stay in some other girl’s room. It’s fine with me. Gives me private time to shower and blow out my hair. The blow out is for brunch, not for the slopes. It kills me to do it, knowing that in like five-six hours it’s going to be matted to my head like fur on a wet dog.
You know when you see ski bunny outfits on models and can’t help but puke at the unrealism? As if someone skiing down a mountain with wind biting her face can somehow maintain perfect curls. As if those furry earmuffs would actually stay on. As if that hat wouldn’t give you the worst helmet head you ever had. All sweaty and gross and skiing but somehow still looking runway ready.
Yes, well that’s my vibe right now. Or at least I’m trying to make it my vibe. I wanded my hair even though yes I know it’s going to end up in a bun by midday. It’s inevitable. I have an off white knitted hat with an oversized top pom-pom. A top-pom. Full face of make-up because why not? All for that Top-of-the-Mountain selfie.
Wearing the same black snow pants I’ve had since high school. They’re not the insanely bulky kind that make you look three sizes larger than you actually are. They’re slim and fitted. I wear them with my white ski jacket. It’s not a bad look. It’s snow bunny enough.
We meet for brunch first. I walk in and Trix and Meg are already there at the agreed upon restaurant (there’re like 17 on this resort complex). Some are fancy, some are not, some have bars, and some are nightclubish like the one we visited last night. This one is open strictly breakfast and lunch.
I can’t help but blush when we all meet up. I’m not exactly shy when it comes to
sex. I don’t think women shouldn’t talk about it or that we should feel bad about wanting to talk about it. But OMG when I see Brooks walking over to Me, Trix, and Meg –walking between Travis and Alex –laughing with his head back, I just die a little inside.
The memory of last night too fresh in my mind. SO fresh in fact that I’m almost sure everyone can read my thoughts. They can see it all over my face.
“Hey guys,” I say.
“Hey,” Brooks says when they reach us.
He’s so cool you wouldn’t even know we fucked each other’s faces last night.
“Nice of you to join us,” Meg says.
“Some of us had a hard time getting up.” Nate points at Alex and Katie.
“It was Travis’s special present last night. Dude what was that?” Alex asks.
Travis laughs. “No one else seemed to have any side effects. Well not this morning anyway.”
“He’s just a pussy,” Nate says, shoving Alex out of the seat next to Meg.
“I needed to sleep in. Rejuvenate myself for tonight,” Alex says, sitting down in the last chair.
“Yea, round two,” Trix says.
“Something tells me it won’t have a rave vibe,” I say, bringing my water glass to my lips.
“Let’s hope not,” Brooks says next to me. “One of those was enough. I’m not in college anymore.”
“Here, here,” Meg says.
“Amen.”
“Hi, everyone. Welcome to The Riverstone.” A waitress stops at the head of our table.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Brunch is buffet style, so grab a plate whenever you’re ready and head up. Bottomless mimosas too, just get a glass and I’ll add it to the charge.” She fills the empty water glasses before leaving the table again.
I skip the breakfast line and go straight for the mimosa bar. Duh. At least my priorities are still intact. Trix, Meg, and Katie follow me. Must be a girl thing. We load our glasses with strawberries, champs and OJ (organic pressed, thanks).
The guys bring back plates piled high with more food than I would and will eat all day. Chunky waffles, smoked bacon, heaping scrambled eggs so yellow I think they used the entire cheese block. English muffins, regular muffins, pastries, and bagels galore.
I make a loaded fruit cup with slivered almonds and some chia pudding. Pairs well with the mimosa. I take my spot between Trix and Brooks.
“So what do you think the vibe will be tonight?” Trix asks, swinging a fork full of egg at me.
“Not sure. Vintage?”
“Vintage what?” She side eyes me.
“Vintage everything.” I laugh, fishing the berry out of the dregs of my mimosa.
Travis starts about the trails. “So there’s two gondolas and like 12 different lifts.” Travis fork spears his waffle.
“You have to take a lift to ski down to get to the gondola that goes to the top,” Nate says.
“Yea, it’s on this side. Two trails go to it,” Travis says.
“Do you guys have a map or something?” I ask them.
“Seriously! Did you two memorize the trails this morning?” Trix rolls her eyes.
“The real reason you guys were late to brunch,” Meg laughs.
“You’ll be thanking us later when we don’t get lost on the mountain,” Nate says, stealing a sausage off Meg’s plate.
“Get lost?” I laugh. “How would we get lost? There’s only one direction you can go. Down.”
“Yea, yea. Just eat your fruit, Em,” Nate says.
“Don’t hate on my fruit cup.”
“There was a map on the wall in the hallway. They were looking at it all morning,” Brooks says.
“We goin’ right after this?” Travis says, almost clearing his entire plate.
Man, dudes eat fast.
“Yea, I think we’re all ready!” Trix says, polishing off her bacon and second mimosa.
Me, I’m on 3. I don’t have a drinking problem. Really. I pick at my fruit. My fork chases blueberries around on my plate. I spear them one-by-one adding them to my parfait.
“Just need to pick up the rentals,” Meg says.
“I need to grab my board from the room,” Alex says, finishing his plate too.
“Me too,” Travis says. “Come on, they’ll just charge our rooms.”
It’s been a hot sec since I’ve skied.
The last time was New Year’s four years ago. We used to go all the time when I was younger. Went to mountains in New Jersey and some places in PA. Once or twice we went to Vermont. We’d load up the car and I’d squeeze in the back –skis and poles on one side, Trix on the other. She always came with us.
Good thing skiing is like riding a bike.
We’re pretty divided right now. Trix, Nate, and I lock into our skis. Meg, Alex, Travis, Katie and Brooks strap their boots to their snowboards. Tried it once, but the muscle memory from skiing was not about it.
The slopes are crowded and I already miss the boozy brunch I left inside. Though I don’t hate the way Brooks looks on a board. Seriously, who knew layers of snow gear could be hot? The sun bounces off the snow like one hundred blinding flashlights pointed in your face by a room full of six year-olds.
Travis is at the front of the pack, leading us to the first of 30 lift rides today.
I dig my poles into the ground and propel myself forward. The snow around the lifts is really just slick sleet, clumpy and as far from the color of snow that you want it to be. Gray.
It’s a quad lift, so we split into two. Meg and Nate with Travis and Trix go first. Then they let a foursome from another line. Then us. I scoot up to the red loading line, Brooks on my left and Katie on my right. Their boards drag behind them. One foot in, one foot out. Just like me in my relationship with Brooks.
For those of you who’ve never gotten on a lift, it isn’t hard. But skiers and snowboarders sharing a lift? Not the easiest. Especially when you try to get off it. Luckily for us, we have a half hour lift ride to enjoy. We pass over snow-dusted pines and heaping mounds of fresh powder. We spot the occasional beer can on the side of the trail. It’s a winter wonderland.
No tree with bras though.
My nose already feels pink. I can’t put enough balm on my lips.
“Oh can I get some?” Katie says next to me. I’m still holding my SPF 15 between my fingers. She wants to share my lip balm? I think of Barbie –of how we became next level besties when we shared her glitter gloss. Halloween feels like it was a lifetime ago.
“Sure.” I hand it to Katie.
“Lifesaver. Left mine in my other coat,” she says, smacking her lips together. Hope her and Alex didn’t do what Brooks and I did last night. Oops.
“These things take forever,” Alex groans from the other side of Katie. He lifts his board up and down with the foot it’s attached to.
Two chairlifts in front of us I can see Trix’s long red pony hanging down her back. It’ll be easy to keep track of her on the mountain at least.
“What’s first?” Alex asks. “Blue? Black?”
“Uh, I’m feeling green,” Katie says.
“Green!?” Alex scoffs, laughing. “Didn’t realize I brought a beginner.”
“I’m no beginner! I’ve just never been out west. A green is like a triple black at home!” Katie whines.
“Fine, one green first. Then we’ll take the training wheels off.” Alex says.
“How kind,” Katie scowls.
Brooks turns to me, eyes smiling. “You don’t still need training wheels, do you Em?”
“Nope,” I laugh.
“Then we’ll start black.” He smirks, scrunching his nose up.
“Bastards,” Alex curses under his breath.
Mid-mountain. We part at the lift, half of us going for the trail that leads to the gondola that goes up to the top. The other half goes down the front *easy* slopes. It really is like riding a bike, but I wouldn’t hate training wheels. Brooks boards ahead to the top of the trail and watche
s me ski over to him. He looks like an ad in his black Edge snow shell and matching gray pants. Even his hat is Edge.
I side stop next to him at the top of the trail. The views from the top of the mountain are STUPID. In that they’re so magnificent and spellbinding that they’re rendering me stupid. Between the miles of mountainous horizon and the ocean depths of Brooks’s eyes, I’m just trying to remember to breathe.
