Double date.
With ‘she who hates my guts' driving.
But Tarryn was talking to me.
She kissed me last night.
Nothing could ruin my good mood.
Even Sasha the terrible.
*
The lodge was only a mile or so up mountain. It had amazing views, acres clear cut to make way for the practice slopes and ski lift to the adjacent peak which had five different routes down the mountain, ranging from beginning to expert.
I’d been on the slopes before; I knew how to navigate the twists and turns. But Tarryn was as new to skiing as she was to ice skating.
“I don’t want to leave you,” Sasha frowned, skis in hand while Steve suited up beside her in a red insulated one piece.
“I’ve never even held a pair of those,” Tarryn pointed at the skis, “let alone strapped them to my feet and attempted to careen down a mountain at twenty-five miles an hour.”
“I’ve hit fifty on the steeper paths,” Steve zipped up his suit, fixing the neck and pulling the hood over his head. “It’s a rush.”
“Sounds like a broken leg to me.”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve done that too. Both at the same time.” Steve seemed happy about that fact, rather than turned-off from skiing ever again.
“Yeah, I think I’ll stick to the training hills here.” Tarryn nodded. “They look just about my size.”
“I graduated from those when I was ten,” Steve teased. “Come on, Tarryn. We won’t let nothing happen to you.”
“She said she wants to stay here,” I cut in. “I’ll give her a crash course and maybe we can hit the real slopes tomorrow.”
Sasha’s gaze flitted to me, and then back to Tarryn. “I don’t know...”
“Sasha, I’ll be fine. Now go. Have fun!” Tarryn waved her off and I watched as Sasha bit her lip and deliberated.
“Okay, but if you have any issues, just take my car back to the cabin. Leave his ass here.” She reached into her pocket for the car keys and handed them to Tarryn.
“How will you get back? You know, if I abandon Drake here.” Tarryn asked, her eyes twinkling.
“They’ve got shuttles. It’s not an issue. You just take care of yourself.”
“Come on, babe. We’re gonna miss the next lift.” Steve tugged on her arm and Sasha didn’t bother to look at me again before letting herself be pulled away towards the ski lift.
“Wow, she really doesn’t like you anymore.” Tarryn elbowed me gently.
“What do you mean anymore?” I quipped. “Anymore implies she actually liked me at some point.”
“So, how upset would you be if I said I’d rather not go skiing?”
“Absolutely heartbroken.” I slammed a hand over my heart dramatically.
“Oh...”
“Tarryn, I’m kidding. Whatever you want to do, I’m there.”
“I’m actually starving. I swear Sasha’s parents only packed bird food and water. Which I completely don’t understand since her dad eats enough for a whole family and would marry bacon if he could.”
“Well, we have a car,” I glanced down at Sasha’s keys.
“I’m only supposed to use those if I leave your ass behind.” She laughed, lifting them in the air and shaking them so they tinkled happily.
“But just picture it. We can pick up pizza and soda at Grizzly’s Den down the mountain. Go back to my cabin. Firelight. Soft rug on the floor.”
“And titillating conversation?” She asked suggestively. “I brought a few books with me. We could cuddle and read.” Her eyes were full of heat, as if reading was a euphemism for something warmer.
“Are we moving too fast for you?” I asked quickly, even though I didn't really want to ask. I’d rather ride the wave with her, throwing caution to the wind and jumping back to where we left off before the photos. But that wasn’t fair to her, not after everything.
“These last weeks have sucked without you. I’ve been so mad and sad, and I’ve been trying, trying so damn hard, to not think about you. I’m tired of the struggle, Drake.” She bit her lip, worrying away at the skin until I touched her mouth gently with my thumb. I traced over her mouth, and she closed her eyes against the sensation. She kept them closed when she spoke again. “I’m tired of wasting time with you, Drake. We graduate next semester. You heard Sasha. We don’t know what will happen. We don’t know where I’ll end up going to college or where you’ll go. Can’t we just forget everything and just enjoy the time that’s left?” She sighed. “I just want to forget.”
I dropped my hand, wrapping my arms around her body and kissing her fiercely.
“Let’s go get pizza,” I whispered against her hair after pulling my lips away from hers. My mouth didn’t want to lose her touch, parting from her sent a pang through my chest.
“Pizza…” she let the word trail off, her voice soft. Agreeing with me.
15.
D R A K E
At the boys’ cabin.
[first person, present tense]
Tarryn is sitting on the rug near the fire.
Flames dance around her body.
Open pizza boxes fill the room with the scents of Italy. Or, as close to Italy as a small pizzeria on the side of a mountain in American can get.
She’s sipping grape soda and staring at the burning logs. I’ve got orange soda; fizz crackles and pops from the opening and it tickles my nose.
I can hardly believe Tarryn’s here with me.
After everything that’s happened.
I realize in passing that it’s Saturday and, somehow, I have ended up following the loosely formed plan I’d concocted before arriving at the mountain. A romantic dinner on Saturday. Just us. Alone and with possibilities floating around us. Maybe it’s not evening and maybe I unexpectedly won her back already, but things were working out. I wouldn’t take that for granted.
Things are coming up roses, even though the ground I live in is so spoiled.
“That was really good,” she turns to me, her tongue flicking across her lips to capture a few stray droplets of soda clinging to her mouth. “Thanks.”
“Welcome,” I say the single word, because it’s the only one that comes into my brain as I stare at her. I can’t think properly.
It’s still bright outside, but the shadows of the inner cabin are intimate. The firelight still casts a beautiful glow against the walls around us, just as it would at night. The rug is a little scratchy, I realize as I move to sit closer to her.
“You comfortable?”
“I’m okay,” she smiles at me before looking at the shifting flames again.
I lean back anyways and snag the blanket off the couch. It’s faux fur, cheap and tasteless, but incredibly soft. “Here, let’s sit on this.”
We move around, tugging the blanket this way and that to cover the area rug.
“That is better.” Tarryn runs her fingers over the blanket. “I guess the other was kind of rough.”
“Yeah...” I don’t have anything charismatic to say, and I wrack my brain thinking of something, anything, to talk about. I don’t normally have this issue; when I want to be with a girl, words fall out easily, unbidden. But now I am tongue-tied. “Um... do you have any idea what college you’re thinking about?”
“I don’t want to talk about school,” she sighs, “there’s so much pressure. I’ve got a million applications started, and none of them finished. I have to tackle those as soon as we’re back and I just want a break.”
I start to say something else, but she kisses me before I can. She moves quickly, hungrily, devouring my mouth like she is still starving and the pizza has done nothing to satisfy her appetite.
She shifts her position, moving onto her knees. Her fingers push into my hair, curving around my head and tugging me closer. Her tongue flicks out, sliding against mine. I moan, filling with a new kind of need. Not just to fuck, but to make love. I want her, badly. But I want it to be right. I want her first time to be everything she�
�s pictured. I remember what she said at the lake on the floating dock… God, that seems a lifetime ago.
It takes all of my control to pull away from her. I hold her wrists gently.
“We don’t need to rush it, Tarryn. You’ve only just given me another chance. We’ve got time.”
“I don’t want to keep delaying the inevitable,” she breathes out, fingers gently working through my hair. “I want you, Drake. I’ve wanted you since the lake.” It’s been on her mind too; our bodies damp from the water, and our hearts beating fast. We’d been surrounded by the forest then, but only seeing one another. I only saw Tarryn now. She consumed my vision. “We’re here now. We’re alone. God, I don’t even know how long it takes to ski. Is it fast?” Tarryn’s gaze flicks to the door, as if she expects Sasha and Steve to show up any minute.
“No,” I laugh huskily, and release her wrists. “It can be an all day thing.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” She looks at me, eyes searching my face, pulse wild under my touch.
As I watch, she tugs off her blouse, letting the pale blue material waterfall to the floor. She kneels in front of me in a white bra. It’s as innocent as she is, with a small bow at the center but little else in the way of frills. She looks uncertain for a moment, though I’ve seen her with even less clothing before.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I reach for her bra straps, pushing them down her shoulders gently. She smiles, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. It falls away from her body. Her pale pink nipples are hard. I want to pull them into my mouth, one by one, and suck them until she screams.
But I need to go slow.
I want her to feel safe.
“Gorgeous,” I breathe out again.
“You’ve seen a lot of girls.”
“I only see you, Tarryn.”
Her fingers pull at the hem of my shirt, tugging it up. I help her, yanking the tee over my head eagerly. She runs her fingers down my stomach, tracing the muscles.
There’s no fear here.
No hidden onlookers destroying our privacy like the lake.
I move towards her, snaking my hand around her waist to support her body as she leans down against the blanket. We’re both still in our jeans, and I want them gone. Out of our way. I want to feel her against me, from head to toe. She stares up at me, her hands still touching my body tentatively. I reach down and unbutton her pants, unzipping them slowly to reveal white panties with lace trim. Again, a little bow nestles in the middle of the waistband. It blinks at me, spurring me forward. Tarryn lifts her hips off the floor, letting me push the jeans down her legs. She kicks the denim off her feet as I stand to strip out of my own pants.
The view from above is fucking glorious.
Firelight truly kisses her now.
It licks across fading tan lines.
I drink her in. Every inch of her.
I lose track of time.
“Drake?” Her voice draws my attention to her face. Trust, complete trust, is written in the nuances of her expression.
And I am amazed.
How can she trust me completely, after everything?
I’ll never fucking hurt her again.
“Tarryn,” I whisper, as if her name is a secret only I know.
She sits up and reaches for me; her fingers stroke against the growing length still hidden by my boxers.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She nods.
“What do you want?” Even to me, my voice sounds like a growl. I’m losing control now. She wants this, and so do I. My mouth is watering thinking about how she might taste. My dick is throbbing at the thought of sinking into her.
“Surprise me.” Her voice shakes, as if she’s losing control too.
I love the look of her against the blanket, but for what I want to do, it’s better for her to be elevated.
“Take off your panties and sit on the couch,” I command.
She stands up and I love the way she moves, body swaying sexily without even trying. The panties slide down her hips, falling soundlessly to the floor. She’s trimmed, manicured bush fading into nothing. She studies me, biting her lip again which sends me over the edge. Fresh waves of desire rocket through me until I can’t wait any longer.
I grab her, trying not to be rough in my mania, and push her down on the sofa before falling to my knees.
I push her thighs apart to give myself a place between.
“What are you doing?” She gasps out. Though she knows, of course she does. How can she look like that and not know what I want now?
“You’ll see.” I lick two fingers and rub them up and down her seam, teasing her into a frenzy. She squirms, gasping as I push deeper, finding her clit which is already swollen and hot. I want too much, too soon, but I resist. This is about her. Not me. Not this time. I want to give her pleasure first.
I rub circles over her until she grows slick. And then I lean down, burying my face between her legs. I groan at the taste of her and my tongue searches for every drop of her goodness before focusing on her clit. I flick my tongue violently over the top of it, back and forth, back and forth, taking breaks to bite at her and make her gasp in surprise. Her legs shake as I work her over. And when she arches her back, thighs clenching, I sink fingers into her pussy, moving them in and out as my tongue keeps working its magic. She’s close, right on the verge. This is only the first though, a taste of what’s coming.
Her legs quiver more violently against me, and she finally lifts them, positioning them over my shoulders for support and raising her hips so I can mouth fuck her more easily. Her thighs tighten against the pleasure I give, digging against me roughly.
“God, Drake. God!” She yells out, tugging at my hair again, this time with frantic fingers. “Oh my God!”
I know when she’s about to cum for the first time.
Her shaking is an earthquake. And her thighs are vices. She pushes into my face, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. I keep licking at her, tongue pulsing over her clit and fingers caressing. I help her ride the climax until she descends, and calms. But not for long. Moments later, she is gasping my name again. A second orgasm wracking her body. Two for now. More later. It’s my turn. I need to feel her. I want to feel her.
I’ve waited long enough, and my cock is about to explode.
I lift my face, rubbing my arm across my mouth.
She tastes so fucking good, I almost hate to stop.
But I don’t want her completely spent. Not yet.
She sits up, vibrations still coursing through her, and she finds my mouth. Some girls would hesitate to kiss a guy who’s just had a pussy session, but Tarryn’s lips close against mine and she feasts on me as if she likes the taste of herself too.
“I want you,” she speaks against my mouth, words a husky whisper. “God, I want you.”
My hands find her tits and I squeeze them, drawing a groan from her. Leaning my head down, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, continuing to knead her other tit. She writhes against me, nails clawing down my back. I bite and lick and suck her into my mouth firmly before releasing her nipple with a loud pop that makes her gasp. I could spend an entire fucking day sucking on her tits.
“Drake, fuck me.” Her voice is hoarse. “Please. I’ve waited for this. For you. I’m done waiting.”
“Hold on.” I finally say, letting go of her body long enough to reach for my jeans and find the condom.
She moves from the couch to kneel on the floor next to me.
I pull off my boxers and rip the condom package with my teeth. She watches as I roll the rubber over my tip, pushing it down over the shaft.
I’m thick, long, and so fucking ready.
16.
T A R R Y N
At the boys’ cabin.
[first person, present tense]
Drake is huge. Not that I have a lot to compare him to.
But I have a feeling he’s bigger than average.
Th
e room is intoxicating.
The heat of the fire fills the space.
The sunlight trying to invade the inner shadows of the cabin is curious over what we’re doing.
My body is still recovering from Drake’s mouth.
But I want more.
I think I’ll always want more. It’s the lake all over again.
Only this time, we’re crossing that line.
I’ve never given much thought to how I’d feel after losing my virginity, but it’s all I can think about in these moments as Drake puts on the condom.
Tarryn the virgin. Tarryn the Square.
After this, what am I?
We’re facing each other now, kneeling on the floor. We’re close enough that the tip of his dick brushes against me. He opens his mouth to say something.
“Don’t ask me if I’m ready again. Okay?” I say quickly, stopping him.
He nods, gaze intense.
We kiss, our bodies moving even closer. I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his length. I love the feel of it. I want him inside of me. He pulls away, looking down between our bodies before dipping fingers back inside me, touching across my hypersensitive clit and making me shudder. He smiles knowingly before thrusting them deeper.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he breathes out.
I stroke up and down his shaft, wishing the condom wasn’t in the way. He groans as I tighten my grip at the base and loosen slightly towards the tip. I want to make him feel good. I want him to writhe in pleasure too.
“Lay down.” Drake’s voice is a thrum, soft and needful.
I let go of his dick and lean back against the blanket. He keeps his fingers inside of me as I move, pushing slowly in and pulling slowly out, and I can feel sensation building in my body again, heat pooling in my groin. He’s going to send me over the edge once more, even before he’s finally inside of me.
And all I can see is Drake Castleton.
All I want is Drake Castleton.
I forget about being dumb and stupid. Because I really am ready.
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