“And to rich bastards with huge liquor closets.” Jason laughed.
“Here, here,” everyone said.
We all took a big drink of our Scotch. Everyone except for Austin, who was still staring out the window, hoping someone would rescue him. I felt bad for the guy. He didn’t seem to be open to our group trip at all, and I wondered how Jessica felt about it. She was pretty stone cold with outward emotion, so I knew there was no way she was going to let on, but it still made me think about Amber and how lucky I was to have someone who could move and turn with the tide, instead of looking at the worst in a situation.
Jessica glanced over at me, laughing, and then turned her attention to her husband by the window. She gave me a sweet smile and wandered over to him, turning and facing him. She tipped her glass back and emptied it, Austin watching her lovingly. She reached forward and clinked her glass against his.
“We’re on vacation,” she reiterated, staring at him intently.
He let out a deep breath and lowered his shoulders, nodding and taking a sip of his Scotch. I watched their interaction for several moments before Amber came up and kissed me gently on the cheek, drawing my attention back to the room. I smiled at her and leaned over, pecking her on the lips and clinking my glass with
hers, letting her know I was having a really good time. Still, even with the alcohol beginning to flow, the room was awkward and tense, and I knew that I needed to do something about that.
“Since we don’t have television, I think this calls for a little story,” I said, drawing everyone’s attention. “I went on a ski trip in high school, something that my parents should probably have thought twice about before letting me do. My best friend Charlie snuck a bottle of tequila into his suitcase. Why tequila? I will never know. It was probably all that he could find in his parent’s liquor cabinet the night before.”
“It’s always the right time for tequila,” Kristin said.
“True.” I laughed. “Well, that night, we all passed it around the cabin we were staying in. We got absolutely and completely shitfaced. We were a bunch of high school dudes getting wasted on tequila, not looking to impress any girls because they were all the way across the resort. That afternoon, we all went out to go skiing, not to anyone’s better judgement. Charlie seriously left a trail of vomit from the top of the mountain, all the way to the bottom. I seriously don’t know how he stayed upright the entire time, not that I was any better. I ran straight into a snowbank and was too dizzy to get out of it. I am pretty sure if it weren’t for some random stranger, I would have just stayed there and passed out.”
As the snow continued to pound the mountain outside of the cabin, the six of us sat inside next to the fire, having a really good laugh at my misfortune. Everything was starting to get a little bit more relaxed inside, and even Austin cracked a smile.
Chapter 7
Amber
As I listened to the story, Kristin walked up behind me and started to massage my shoulders, digging her fingertips into my tense muscles and relaxing my neck. It felt really good, and I relaxed into her hands. Kristin was the girl of the group that always had her hands on someone, and there wasn’t anyone yet that seemed to mind it even a bit. I didn’t mind feeling her digging into my tense muscles, and it brought memories back from college. She used to give me the most wonderful and sensual massages when we were roommates, and I hadn’t found a masseuse yet that could match it. Maybe it was because she made me so comfortable, or because they were usually followed up by a steamy night of rolling around in the sheets. Sometimes, Jason joined in, and sometimes, it was just the two of us.
No matter how much I enjoyed Kristin’s hands, it wasn’t helping my current mood. I wanted to fuck my husband. I was sitting there in a place where I could imagine the steaming bodies writhing on top of each other, and I was picturing the six of us spread out across the living room in every position imaginable, and all Kristin’s hands were doing were making me hornier by the second. I could feel the warmth between my legs growing hotter and tingles shooting through my legs and into my mound. If it were college, I would have already jumped in full-force, ripping clothes off, and searching for release. The night before had been a bust since I had drunk my body weight in wine at dinner. Combining that with the champagne on the plane and in the limo, I had fallen asleep as soon as my head had hit the pillow.
It was surprising that I didn’t force myself to stay awake since we had been so rudely interrupted when we first got to the resort. I was starting to feel incredibly pent-up on the inside, especially since I was raring and ready to go the day before and wanted nothing more than to just keep going when the girls walked in. At the same time, I knew that would have raised red flags from my husband, so all I could do was channel that frustration into feigned irritation at the girls. That night, though, I was done for, with no energy to even get undressed. Matt was usually good about getting it in before that happened, but he seemed to be just as exhausted as I was. We didn’t move a muscle all night, and I had woken up with a stiff neck and an urge to fuck the hell out of my husband. I had tried, waking him up with my hand running up and down his dick, but the idea of skiing was too much excitement for him to handle.
He had chuckled at me as if I were joking and then jumped out of bed to get ready to go. I had even come up with a master plan to get some before we left, but by the time I had gotten all my gear on, we were running late. We had rushed through the lobby to meet everyone outside and then decided to come over to these slopes instead of the ones right by the resort, killing any idea of a midday quickie in the ski shack bathroom. Then we ended up at the cabin, snowed-in with no privacy, leaving my arousal unrelieved and my tensions on high alert.
Sex was not something that was lacking in Matt and my relationship. We did it at least once a day, if not more, and had been doing that for quite a long time. Sometimes, when he had a huge break between practice and a game, I would meet him at his office and fuck him in his coaching chair, or if everyone was still there, he would slip out and race home for a quickie. It didn’t matter what I was doing when he came home. He didn’t accept busy as an excuse. I could be washing dishes or clothes, vacuuming, whatever. He would come in, unbuckle his pants, bend me over, and fuck me right there without even a word. I loved the fact that we were on the same wavelength when it came to sex.
However, having missed yesterday, and now being stuck in this ski cottage, Matt and I were long overdue for some relief. The situation I was in wasn’t making it any easier, either. I could see the glimmer in Jason’s eyes when I took off my jacket, and the feeling of Kristin’s hands on my shoulders and down my back was so arousing I was wondering how I could possibly continue to hold out. Every part of me wanted to fuck my husband, but at the same time, climbing on top of Jason with Kristin behind me was extremely enticing as well. I looked around the room at Jason, Kristin, and Jessica and replayed some of the hottest nights in my head. Being there with them was not as fun as I thought it was going to be, especially in my current state. Having them surrounding me in this place, which was built for hot crazy sex, was making me even more desperate than usual. I could almost feel Kristin’s hands rolling over my shoulders and grabbing onto my breasts as Jason’s tongue whipped between my legs savagely like he had done so many times.
“I seriously don’t know how he stayed upright the entire time, not that I was any better. I ran straight into a snowbank and was too dizzy to get out of it. I am pretty sure if it weren’t for some random stranger, I would have just stayed there and passed out,” Matt said, finishing up his story.
Everyone laughed, and the mood of the cabin started to ease, especially since Austin had decided to relax a little bit and for once, cracked a smile at Matt’s story. Kristin patted me on the shoulders and winked at me before walking over and sitting down in Jason’s lap. I got up and walked over to Matt and grabbed his hand.
“Will you come with me?” I nodded my head toward the back.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, looking around. “I just want to talk to you for a second. That’s all.”
“Sure,” he said with a sweet smile.
I downed the rest of the Scotch in my glass and glanced at the others, realizing they were all caught up in their own conversations and weren’t paying a bit of attention to me or Matt. I led him through the room and turned right into the bathrooms, holding the door open as he walked inside. I closed it and stared at the shiny silver handle, realizing that there was no lock on it. I bit the corner of my mouth, running through different MacGyver techniques that I could employ to get the door to lock, but there was nothing I could do. It was built to be a complete lapse in privacy. That was why they had put large, polished, steel doors on the stalls to where the toilets were, to give you the ability to at least pee in privacy. I took in a deep breath and shrugged my shoulders. Oh well. There was no way I was giving up on my chance to get laid, not even for a stupid unlockable bathroom door.
“What’s up?” Matt asked.
I tapped my hand on the door handle, trying to decide whether Matt was going to be all about what I was about to do, or if he was going to be completely turned off by it. The pulsing between my legs was telling me that I really didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was now or never. I turned around and stepped forward, grabbing Matt by the head and pulling him down for a kiss. His skin was warm, and his lips tasted like Scotch, which seemed to turn me on even more. It made me think about the hot nights on our honeymoon when we got wasted on cheap whiskey and fucked for hours with the doors open to our own private beach. He kissed me and then pulled back, looking confusingly into my eyes. Butterflies flew through my stomach, and I could feel myself starting to back away from the idea of getting laid, just from the reaction he was giving me. I had never been scared to proposition my own husband for sex before, and he had never once turned me away, even if he wasn’t in the mood.
“Amber, what are you doing?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed. “Well, I do know. I am so damn horny, especially after getting interrupted yesterday and passing out last night. Being here in this house, knowing it is where people have played out some of their most intimate fantasies, is just making it worse. I have got to take the edge off before I explode.”