Chapter 63: Mammoth

After wishing Skylar a Happy New Year, we had an all-too-brief little makeout session that included sliding my hand underneath the front of her form-fitting long underwear to cup a large breast that left me quite interested in peeling the rest of her clothing off and then pinning her to the bed with my big dick.

From the way Skylar was kissing me back and moaning into my mouth, she seemed quite amenable herself.

But we were short on time, and I didn’t want to upset the girls’ schedule. Besides, I was still feeling pretty hungover, although the more I woke up (and the more Skylar kissed me), the better I felt. So I eventually pulled my lips away from the sultry blonde’s, pecked her forehead, and told her I should get dressed. She left the room, but not before glancing back over her shoulder with a coy smile and then closing the door behind her.

Thing is: her coy smile had not been for me. Her gaze had been directed at Eva, who by then was leaning against the wall next to the master bathroom with a coy smile of her own. And the gorgeous Eurasian girl grinned before climbing onto the bed – and then climbing onto me - for a quick little boob-cupping (hangover-curing) makeout session of her own.

Still, we were short on time, and I didn’t want to upset the girls’ schedule, so Eva and I kept it brief before we got up and got dressed for the day. And we arrived downstairs together to find that only two of our companions were still present.

“Good morning, sleepyheads,” Naimh greeted us as we walked into the great room. “You’ll need to grab breakfast to go.”

Skylar stood next to her, both girls each holding up a bagel in a bowl and coffee in a travel mug for me and Eva. Skylar explained, “Sam drove the others to The Village already to buy tickets and start paperwork. We need to catch up with them.”

“Right. Thanks.”

I grabbed my keys and the four of us headed into the garage to hop into my minivan. “Do one of you want to drive so I can eat?” I asked, holding up the keys.

Skylar looked at me with an expression that clearly expressed her displeasure at the thought of ever being behind the wheel of a minivan again. Naimh shrugged her acceptance, but before she could respond, Eva snatched the keys out of my hand.

“I’ll drive. Same as steering my beater band van around the island,” Eva drawled.

Naimh frowned. “Can you even drive in the snow?”

“Oh, shit. Can I?” Eva queried.

“You’ll be fine. The roads between here and The Village are well-paved and clear of snow. We drove through them on the way here,” I pointed out. “But you need to eat, too.”

“I can drink the coffee while driving and then finish the bagel whenever,” the Hawaiian girl replied. “To be honest: I miss being able to drive, not having a car here on the mainland.”

“If that’s the case, you’re welcome to drive the van whenever you want at home,” I offered.

“Ooh, then Matty can sit in the back, and we can sandwich him between a couple of girls. Now why didn’t -I- think of that?!?” Naimh whined.

“Your not-girlfriend apparently has the best ideas,” Skylar drawled while gesturing at Eva, which made everybody laugh.

Naimh and Skylar really DID sit me between them in the third row of the minivan while Eva drove us down to The Village. It was a tight squeeze, especially since all three of us were bundled up in snow gear. Naimh wanted to do some backseat snogging since she hadn’t kissed me yet this morning. Then Skylar wanted to do some backseat snogging. And then the two girls did some backseat snogging right in front of me (which was spectacular to watch).

“Settle down, children,” Eva drawled from the driver’s seat. “Aren’t you supposed to be finishing your breakfast?”

I did take a break from snogging to wolf down my bagel and drink most of my coffee. It was a short trip down to The Village to park the van. One feature of the Mammoth Mountain area was the Gondola that carried skiers from The Village to the Canyon Lodge, and Eva polished off her own bagel during our little flight over the town.

Sam and company had purchased our lift tickets and we met up with them in the Canyon Lodge rental shop line. Hugs went all around as our gang of ten gathered together again. We were attracting a lot of attention (no surprise) with nine young women together looking super-sexy in their snow bunny outfits, and I politely complimented Luna on hers.

“Oh, this isn’t my outfit,” Luna was quick to point out. “These are Belle’s snow pants and Zofi’s jacket.”

“Oh, right. You were wearing a pink jacket yesterday,” I remarked in surprise. Glancing at Belle and Zofi, I asked, “You both brought extra gear?”

“When we went to Tahoe last year, I fell down so many times my pants got soaked,” Belle explained. “I figured I should bring two pairs and trade off, but I’ll do just fine with one.”

“And I brought two outfits, period. This is my ski suit,” Zofi informed me, the dark-haired beauty gesturing up and down along the fetching, all-white, one-piece outfit with aqua accents that flattered her tall, slender figure - paired with an aqua beanie that made her blue eyes seem even brighter. Then she pointed at Luna’s dark-blue jacket with lighter blue panels over Belle’s white snow pants. “But she’s welcome to use my spare jacket. I was going to wear that if we went sledding and throwing snowballs again. And we tried my extra snow pants on her, but they were too long.”

“Oh, gotcha.” I nodded and smiled at Luna. “You still look great. I’m glad it all worked out.”

Luna nodded and smiled back at me.

Midday, the rental shop line wasn’t very busy. All of us rented skis, even snowboard-inclined Eva, given that the three-hour private group ski lesson had been booked for her, Luna, Skylar, and Naimh.

As we walked with our gear over to the flagged Ski School area to meet the girls’ instructor, Skylar asked Naimh, “I thought you’d been skiing before. Do you really need lessons?”

“Can’t hurt,” the redhead replied.

“Well, you could break a leg,” Skylar pointed out.

“Well if I do, at least there’s a trained professional with me.” Naimh laughed. “It’s more that I can barely keep up with everyone else as it is. Better to be the best of the novices taking lessons than the slowpoke making the experts wait up for me. Speaking of experts, thanks for setting this up, Sam.”

“Yes, thanks for this, Sam,” Luna added appreciatively. “I’ll pay you back when we get home.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Sam stated with a shake of her head.

Luna frowned. “But ski lessons are expensive.”

“Having you join us for this trip is well worth it,” Sam assured her before turning her attention to the others. “ALL of you, if you really want to pay me back, just turn yourselves into experts so you can join me and Matty on the black diamonds sooner than later.”

Mari mused aloud, “But that would cut into your opportunities to pull him behind a tree and give him a hummer.”

Sam winked. “I’d be happy to have another girl squatting right next to me so we could share.”

Naimh giggled. “What better motivation to get better could there be?”

“Alone at last,” I told Sam as I wrapped my right arm around her, brushed back the long, blonde slut-strand bangs that framed her face, and leaned in for a sweet kiss.

My gorgeous platinum-blonde girlfriend grinned and softly pressed her cold lips to mine. I found myself keen to warm them up, and we spent the next minute or so having a pleasant makeout session right where we were. Then, she pulled her face away from mine to catch her breath...

... and she suddenly spun me around to push my back against the tree.

“Wha-?” I yelped, a little off-balance. Sam had already flashed me a devilish grin, dropped into a squat, and started fiddling with my snow pants. And my initial surprise rapidly gave way to a devilish grin of my own as I realized what we were about to do.

My junk was out in the cold winter air for mere seconds before she slurped my rapidly rising rod right into her mouth. And I groaned at the sudden rush of pleasure shooting up my spine as I held my stunningly beautiful Samantha’s head against my crotch, mixed with a tinge of anxious worry over whether or not someone might see us from the trail.

An hour earlier, a grizzled ski instructor collected “the novices” and took them off to their private group lesson. The other six of us had headed off to the Canyon Express.

One thing about the Mammoth Mountain Resort was that it was MASSIVE. There were SIX separate lodges spread around the base of the mountain: Tamarack Lodge, Eagle Lodge, Canyon Lodge, The Mill, Main Lodge, and The Outpost. While our group had started at Canyon Lodge, by riding up different chair lifts and skiing down different trails, we could traverse around the mountain from one side to the other.

From the top of the Canyon Express chairlift, we took the Easy Rider beginner slope down to The Mill. Then, we took the Stump Alley Express back up the mountain and skied down to the Main Lodge. And at that point, we agreed to split up.

Belle, Mari, Alice, and Zofi would stick to the easiest runs as they worked their way back across the mountain to return to “the novices” at Canyon Lodge. But Sam and I had gone higher up the mountain to check out some of those black diamonds, taking the Broadway Express and then the Face Lift Express to reach one of the many peaks in the Mammoth Mountain resort.

The two of us were in a stand of trees to the side of one of the less-frequently trafficked black diamond runs. On the far side of a thick evergreen, I hoped we would remain unobserved and uninterrupted. My bodaciously busty blonde bombshell bobbed her head back and forth along my elongated shaft instead of just suckling the whole thing, the repetitive contrast between hot mouth and frigid air adding a rather tingling sensation to the experience.

Given that Sam was still wearing her ski goggles, I couldn’t really tell if Sam was looking up at me while she sucked my dick. But I could see my own distorted reflection in her mirrored lenses. Rather than focus on that view, I pulled back my focus to watch the way her blonde “slut strands” swayed while she pumped her head back and forth along my prick. I reveled in the feel of her supple lips sealed tightly around my shaft. And I relaxed my core muscles, giving into the ecstasy rather than prolong my pleasure in any way.

There was no need to try and hold out as long as possible. Sam wanted to get me off quickly, and I would be happy to let her.

So within only minutes, I felt my balls coming to a boil. When I tightened my grip around Sam’s head and groaned, she crammed as much of my cock as she could down her throat, deep enough that she could snake her tongue out to lick my balls. That was the trigger that set me off, and she pulled back just in time to take my first few spurts against the roof of her mouth.

“Sam! Sam! Sam!” I grunted with each glob of cum that fired out of me.

She sucked and swallowed and eventually suckled out the last few dregs, humming happily as she savored the sensations of a job well-done. I still couldn’t see her eyes through the mirrored lenses, but there was no mistaking the brightness of her smile when she finally pulled back. And my beautiful blonde snow bunny finally popped up and grinned at me.

“Love you, Matty!” she enthused merrily.

“Fuck I love you too,” I wheezed, my knees a bit wobbly.

She gave me a quick peck, pulled up her gaiter, and waited for me to pull my pants back up. Two minutes later, we were back on the trail. And two minutes after that, we were back on the chairlift, happily cuddled together and speeding through the air between the snow-covered trees on an absolutely gorgeous day. The sun was out, the mountain had gotten “freshies” overnight, and overall it was a great day to be skiing.

Especially with her.

Ski-trail-adjacent blowjobs aside, I had some really fond memories of skiing with Sam. As the best skiers of the group, Sam and I had spent a lot of time together during our Tahoe trip last year. She’d always had a competitive streak, loved to ski fast and ski hard, and there were few things better in the world than seeing her smile light up the whole mountain after she’d finished a really good run.

At the top of Face Lift Express, we skied down the China Bowl trail to get to High-Five Express. At the top of High-Five Express, we skied down Sanctuary.

Both of us were pretty familiar with the local Tahoe resorts, but Mammoth Mountain was nothing but a fresh, unexplored landscape for us newcomers. We took turns leading for short bursts before pulling off to the side, where the trailer could watch the leader to figure out the course. But after running down Sanctuary in that leap-frog fashion once, Sam wanted to try just bombing the entire run in one go now that we knew where to go. At least, that was the theory.

Sam had me lead just in case, which turned out to be a good thing since I crashed halfway down. She pulled up beside me to make sure I was alright. Fortunately, nothing was hurt but my pride. She then followed me down to the bottom of the chairlift so we could try again.

The next time, I made it down in one piece, and when we pulled up at the chairlift line, I felt my heart soar seeing one of her light-up-the-mountain smiles made even better when she pulled her goggles up onto her helmet and favored me with her sparkling eyes as well.

And then she nearly gave me a heart attack with the ferocity of her kiss. I was certainly breathless when she finally pulled away and started skiing forward so as to not hold up the line.

“Bro, you are soooo lucky,” the guy behind me muttered, his eyes waggling suggestively.

Sam must’ve heard him, because she glanced back at us over her shoulder and flashed him a wink. “Truth is: I’m the lucky one,” she replied in that sexy Aussie drawl.

I gave the guy a sheepish smile and then quickly pushed forward with my poles to catch up to her.

At the top of High-Five, we cruised down the short Solitude run to get to the Basin Bar, which was a fancy name for a shipping container-style box that served overpriced drinks. Sam got us a couple of beers (the guy behind the bar had no interest in asking her for identification), and we sat down on a couple of patio chairs planted right in the snow with a view down the mountain.

The chairs themselves were planted a good distance away from the bar itself. Perhaps someone had relocated them to this location, because there were a half-dozen other chairs parked closer to the picnic benches right next to the bar. Sam and I had a reasonable bit of privacy away from anyone else, and I relished the feeling once again of being “alone at last”.

“Having a good time yet?” I asked we ‘clinked’ together our plastic cups and then each took a sip of our beer.

“The best. Especially because I’m with you,” she replied quite sincerely. “I wasn’t joking when I told that guy that I’m the lucky one.”

“I won’t disagree with you except to say that I find myself quite lucky as well.”

Sam’s smile waned, and a little bit of moisture filled her eyes. “I really did miss you. I didn’t even realize it most of the time, busy as I was. But then I’d come home and you’d hold me, and I could just stay there forever, but there was always something that needed doing. And I knew you missed me too, but--”

I touched her lips with my fingers to silence her. “Shhh, shhh. None of that. I’d rather think about how absolutely incredible you are, how much you’ve always been there for me over the years, how much you’ve always been there for the entire BTC over the years, and how you’ve got millions of credits in the bank of our trust to cover a few months of being busy.”

She chuckled. “Alright.”

“I mean it: I love you, Sam. Sometimes it feels like I’ve ALWAYS loved you, from the first time you came over to my house in a bikini to go swimming in my backyard.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Pretty sure if you’re citing the first time I came over in a bikini to go swimming, you’re talking about ‘lust’ and not ‘love’.”

“Fair enough. You were definitely lust-inspiring the first time I saw you in a bikini.” I grinned. “But seriously, lust became friendship, and friendship became love, and all I can say is that I’m supremely happy to be sitting here beside you, staring out over that gorgeous view, having a couple of beers.”

“I’m supremely happy to be sitting here beside you, staring out over that gorgeous view, having a couple of beers,” she agreed.

“You’re one of the very best things to have ever happened to me in my entire life,” I told her sincerely. “I can truthfully say that there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be. And no one else I’d rather be with.”

“Well that’s not true.”

I frowned at her. “Of course it is.”

“You wouldn’t rather be with Neevie? Belle? Eva? Or Skylar?”

I gave her a serious look. “You know I crave every moment with you that I can get.”

Sam sighed. “Still hard-up to get any two minutes with me that you can?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I groaned. “I just meant to say that I appreciate the time that we share.”

She snorted and shook her head. “You’re trying to backpedal after saying ten seconds ago that you crave every moment with me you can get.”

“Well in all fairness, it’s not like this is a new phenomenon.”

“I did promise you I’d be better.”

“You did. And you have been better. We’re here, aren’t we?” I reached out with my beer cup to once again tap it against the side of hers. “And didn’t we agree ten seconds ago not to get into another conversation about whether or not you deserve me?”

“I know, I know. It’s just that I can’t help but feel that YOU still feel a pressing need to savor these rare moments when we’re together.” Sam sighed. “And I worry you’re still trying to hide how much my absence hurts you.”

I waggled my head. “In all fairness, our lack of recent quality time has had more to do with MY busy schedule than yours, lately. After Finals ended, I’m the one who chose to stay in Berkeley for the weekend before Christmas. After Christmas, you had to divvy up slots with all the other BTC girls. And for one of your slots, I sent you away early to go talk to Zofi.”

“Well, one could argue that me being a shitty best friend to Zofi is what made you send me away early. So that one’s still on me.”

“Not looking to assign blame. I’m just saying I appreciate the time that we do have, and I promise I’ll support you whether or not we spend more time together than we’ve been doing this past semester. My love for you really is unconditional. Period.”

Sam sighed. “I really don’t deserve you.”

“And I really DON’T want to go through another conversation about whether or not you deserve me,” I groaned.

Sam shook her head, scowling a bit as she turned to stare off down the mountain. She took a deep breath, looked thoughtful, and then finally returned her attention to me. “You remember Saving Private Ryan?”

I blinked in surprise at the non sequitur. “Uhhh, sure.” I smirked. “I remember Alice had to pee halfway through the movie and accidentally knocked your popcorn bucket into Zofi’s lap.”

Sam chuckled. “Do you remember how it ended?”

“Alice bought you another bucket of popcorn and brought it back.”

“No, not the popcorn bit.” Sam sighed. “Do you remember how the movie ended? When Tom Hanks was dying after ... well...”

“After saving Private Ryan?” I finished for her with a smile.

Sam nodded. “He looked up at Matt Damon, and with his dying breaths, you remember what he said?”

I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows, searching my memory.

But Sam continued after only a second, her eyes a bit unfocused as she explained, “He said, ‘Earn this.’ And then the scene faded, the movie returned to the present, where old man Matt Damon was with his family looking down at Tom Hanks’ tombstone, and he started weeping with his family, asking, ‘Did I? Did I earn it?’ Desperately asking for affirmation that the life he led was worth the sacrifices all those men had made to get him home.”

I screwed up my face. “I think I know where you’re going with this, but it’s hard to compare soldiers losing their lives in a terrible war with--”

“Okay fine-fine, it’s not a great analogy. It was just the first thing that popped into my head.” Sam pursed her lips and gave me a worried look. “But I AM trying to make sure I’ve earned your love, loyalty, and devotion.”

I frowned and shook my head. “You don’t need to earn that.”

“Of course I do.”

I shook my head again. “No you don’t.”

“You’ve been an incredibly understanding boyfriend. The time away, the Pre-Laws, Charlie, everything...” Sam sighed. “I keep saying I don’t deserve you because it’s the truth. I don’t deserve you.”

“You don’t need to ‘deserve’ me. You don’t need to ‘earn’ my love. Or if you want to think of it as ‘earning’ it, you’ve already earned it a thousand times over through the years. As my guide – and perhaps my chief temptress – through my hormone-fueled years of high school. As the one who built and protected the greatest circle of friends I’ve ever known. As someone who always had my back when the chips were down. You’re amazing, Sam. My love, loyalty, and devotion are unconditional. And I’ll love you forever just for being you.”

“Matty...”

“Sam, seriously. I don’t know how many different ways I can tell you that you don’t need to ‘deserve’ me, or that you don’t need to ‘earn’ my love. Like, does Rachael need to ‘earn’ your love? I’m not saying she’s been the greatest family member ever, but she’ll forever be your sister. Nothing can change that. There’s a bond there that will last forever. The BTC is my family far more than my actual mother or father ever were. We’ll go through our ups and downs. We may be separated down the road much in the way we’ve already been separated with the NBGs going to different colleges. But the entire BTC: we’re Forever Friends, right?”

Sam gave me a worried look. “Is that all we’ll ever be? Forever Friends?”

“At the very least we’ll be Forever Friends.”

“And what if I want to be something more?”

“You’ll always be my girlfriend, for as long as you want to be.”

Sam pursed her lips, gave me a plaintive look, and then asked in a very small voice, “And something even more...?”

I sighed, took a deep breath, and considered my words. “Well ... in all fairness ... while my love for you is unconditional, and while you really don’t have to earn my love...”

“If I want to have any chance of marrying you,” she interjected, “I’m gonna have to earn that, won’t I?”

I nodded slowly. “Admittedly, yes.”

“And if I let our love today wither and die on the vine ... If I go out of sight, out of mind as much as Holly or Mari did ... I won’t have ANY chance of--”

“I still don’t know what the future holds,” I cut her off. “For all I know, Holly might come back to us in a couple of years, and I’ll be thrilled to pick up right where we left off. I’m really NOT pressuring you into giving me more of yourself than you can handle. Do I want you around more often? Yes. Absolutely. Do I think Neevie and Belle deserve more of my love, time, and attention in gratitude for all the love, time, and attention they’ve given me? Yes. Absolutely.”

“Just like YOU deserve more of MY love, time, and attention in gratitude for everything you do for me,” Sam stated seriously. “I’ve taken advantage of your good nature for an entire semester already. I won’t let that happen again. It’s not fair to you; it’s not. Maybe your love for me is unconditional, but MY love for you tells me I’ve been a massive fuckup and that I need to do better, alright? And I will do better.”

“Fair enough.” I sighed, stared down at my half-empty beer cup, and shook my head slowly. “And we just spent another good chunk of our exceedingly rare quality time having another conversation about whether or not you deserve me.”

“Well maybe if I make this quality time a little less rare, we’ll have less reason to talk about whether or not I deserve you.”

I chuckled. “If you’ve a plan of action that leads to less talking, I’m all for it. Seriously: we’ve only got another hour before we need to meet up with everyone else at the end of the group ski lesson, and I’d rather spend this time either skiing or kissing instead of thinking about how much I’ve missed you the past semester.”

“Well if it’s kissing you want...” Sam grinned, and I quickly leaned over to softly press my lips to hers.

I felt a wave of relief wash through me as my mouth met hers. It felt so good to kiss Sam, in fact, that I wondered why I hadn’t cut off that arduous conversation with a kiss earlier. It definitely would’ve been more fun.

So Sam and I had a pleasant little makeout session for a minute before pulling back to smile and nurse our beers. We had a moment to enjoy the moment in companionable silence. But when Sam got another contemplative look on her face, I read her expression and then sighed rather mournfully.

Sam screwed up her face and shook her head. “It can wait.”

“No, no. Go ahead,” I said, gesturing for her to continue. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“I’m not continuing the conversation about whether or not I deserve you, I promise.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Sure.”

“But speaking of promises, I do want to re-state mine that I’m coming back not just to you, but to The BTC. This is my circle of friends, and next semester is going to be different; you’ll see.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“And to be perfectly honest, that starts with me being Head Girlfriend again.”

I nearly spilled my beer. “Um, what?”

Sam took a deep breath and said, “You may or may not have noticed Neevie going out of her way to ... well... defer to me lately.”

I pursed my lips and nodded slowly. “I have...”

“‘Heavy is the head that wears the crown,’” Sam quoted. “Neevie absolutely wants to remain your romantic primary. But when it comes to being in charge of The BTC ... well ... It’s no secret that Neevie doesn’t see herself as a natural leader.”

“That girl...” I sighed. “She’s got everything going for her except confidence in herself.”

“You’re not wrong.” Sam shrugged. “So she and I got to talking this morning about me stepping into that leadership role as Head Girlfriend again, although we’re trying to come up with a different title. We’re open to suggestions if you have any good ideas.”

I blinked. “Can I still vote for NO titles?”

“But we like titles. They make us feel special and unique.”

“I ... uh...” My index finger had been raised, but I slowly dropped it as I couldn’t come up with an immediate response to that.

“Regardless, I’m going to be in charge again,” Sam continued.

“But is that really what you want? Didn’t you tell me just last night that you hate feeling like you need to always be in control? That having people you can depend on to make good decisions is quite a relief, and that you were happy to leave the executive decisions to me and Neevie?”

Sam nodded. “I did, but at the same time, I think there’s a happy medium between what we’re doing now and a complete handover of control. Neevie enjoys being the idea-girl, but she second-guesses herself with decisions and feels burdened by responsibility. She feels more comfortable deferring to me in certain situations, and she flat out said that if I’m truly coming back to The BTC, then coming back as the leader is my most natural fit.”

“She’s not wrong,” I stated seriously. “You’re decisive. You’re nurturing. You’re a natural. It’s one reason why I’m so attracted to you, but the last thing I want to do is further stress your already overloaded schedule.”

“It’s alright. I’m perfectly capable of stepping up where I’m needed. And this is where I’m needed. With The BTC.” Sam reached out to squeeze my forearm. “With you.”

“The lonely boyfriend in me will be the first to say I’ll gladly take as much of you as I can get.” My eyes tightened. “But the supportive boyfriend wants to relieve your burdens wherever possible. Are you sure this is what you want?”

Sam nodded confidently and squeezed my forearm again. “I’m sure.”

I took a deep breath and then furrowed my eyebrows. “Actually, I think maybe it’s time for me to step up as a leader of The BTC.”