Chapter 52: Snow Play. A New Songwriter

The Lookout Ski Lift chair moved behind the snow bunny on my right, we sat with a kerplunk, the bar came down in front of us, and our skis suddenly swung forward into the cold air in front of us as we rose above the terrain. We were on our way back up Stowe Mountain for another run. The brunette next to me stared at me for a minute, and I thought, ‘Here it comes.’

She asked in a friendly tone, “You from around here?”

I responded nicely, “Grew up Dillon, Massachusetts. Just visiting this trip.”

She said, “You know you sort of look like that country singer, Jim Mellon. I like his music.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I get that a lot. Thanks.”

I engaged her in the ‘Where are you from?’ kind of discussion, and shifted so she talked about herself, and then we compared notes on the mountain and the trails we were skiing.

On the chair behind me, Crystal and Lauren rode, jabbering away and comparing notes on everything in the world.

As the unknown ski bunny and I dismounted, we both skied into a waiting area, where we’d be out of the way of other skiers getting off the lift. A few seconds later, Crystal and Lauren pulled up next to us.

The girl’s head vibrated back and forth between Crystal and me. She started to sputter, and then managed to get a coherent sentence out; “You’re him. Oh, my God. You are him!” She turned to Crystal, “And you’re her. I mean you ARE the country music stars, right?”

I said, “Yep,” in my best imitation of what a country music star who often sang western tunes should sound like.

About that time, Lauren pointed to a new trailhead we hadn’t tried yet. She said, “Follow me,” and took off. Crystal pushed off with me right behind her. The girl who’d ‘discovered’ us remained frozen in position with a ‘Guess who I rode the ski lift with’ story to tell all her friends.

We took the Toll Road trail because it had a big green circle labeling it, and that made Crystal comfortable. Lauren could easily do a black diamond trail and not even be challenged. I felt comfortable on anything up to a blue square or intermediate, and parts of some expert slopes. I just took it easy following the women down the mountain.

Crystal and I had flown in the rented Learjet to Burlington, Vermont from Nashville the weekend after we got back from New Years in Knoxville with Crystal’s parents. This seemed the best weekend unless we flew all the way across the country from LA, and that didn’t seem to make sense. Lauren glowed when we arrived.

Crystal and Lauren had met for the first time in Indianapolis at a concert a couple of years earlier when I was on my road trip. We occupied Crystal’s tour bus with a few others, and conducted a small orgy in the small space the bus afforded. Naturally, everyone had a great time.

By lunchtime, Crystal declared she was ready to try some intermediate trails. I agreed; she had good form and exhibited control at every turn and run down the mountain. Thus, after lunch, we took the gondola up to the top and started down a ski run named Perry Merrill. We’d decided Lauren should lead because her form was flawless, and Crystal could mimic her form and style, it would help her learn better techniques rather that twist and flail her way down the mountain. I brought up the rear; happy we were staying away from black diamond runs.

The lifts closed at four o’clock, and even then, the ski slopes were darkening with shadows that hid many of the moguls. The day had not been sunny; around midday several heavy snow flurries had passed by the mountain.

Crystal and I turned in our ski equipment at the rental shop. Just as we came out to find Lauren, I ran into the snow bunny from one of my morning rides up the mountain. She got her act together, and came up to me with a big smile. “Forgive me for being such a blubbering idiot when I realized who you really were. I am a big fan, and I’m wondering if you give autographs or would that start a stampede?”

I thought for a moment; “I agree, it’d start something I don’t want to deal with. What I will do is give you a hug. You can tell all your friends I was a friendly guy.” With that remark, I held my arms open and she came in and we did a polite hug and I kissed her on the cheek, as old friends might do that are about to part. She told me her name was Allison James, and that she worked as a paralegal for a Boston law firm. We parted, and I could tell she now had an even greater story to tell her colleagues when she got home.

We got back to Lauren’s home about five o’clock, yet nighttime darkness had fallen on the area. I commented on my achy muscles, and Lauren said she had just the thing for that.

She led us out the back door of her modest house, and there sat a hot tub with a cover on it, and about four inches of snow on top of the cover.

“Does it work?”

Lauren responded, “Oh, yes. Under that cover, the water temp should be about a hundred and four degrees. I put it on a timer this morning to be ready for us.”

Crystal said, “Heck, let’s go. Can we take some wine out there, too?”

In ten minutes, there was a trail of ski clothes going in every direction inside the house. Three naked people rushed out the back door onto the shoveled deck. Lauren and I flipped the snow from the spa cover, tilted the cover back, and plunged into the hot water. Crystal followed behind us with a wine bottle and three acrylic glasses.

I laughed as she approached. “Crystal, your nips are standing at attention.”

She looked down and sure enough, the cold weather in just the thirty feet from the door to the tub affected her. She set the glasses and wine down near me, and quickly entered the tub up to her neck.

Crystal thought for a moment, “I bet when you came out here that your dingle didn’t appreciate the zero-degree weather either.”

“It surely didn’t. It likes only warm pussies around it.”

“Jerk.” She splashed a little water in my direction.

Lauren said, “If you want to try something really unique and memorable, hop out of the tub, stand on the edge of the deck, and fall backwards into the deep snow.”

I said, “Sounds painful.”

Crystal agreed.

Lauren said, “If I do it, will you two follow?”

“Have you done it before?”

“Never, but Mark has. He swears it’s rejuvenating.”

“Why now?”

“Because I bet it would be sexually arousing, if not for the person doing it, surely for the others watching.”

I didn’t want to confess that as part of our Army Special Ops training, we had to dive into near freezing water, swim a quarter mile, and climb out into sub-zero temperature, all while naked. Once out of the water, we had to build a fire that would warm and dry us from the winter winds that conveniently blew that day. That endeavor had taught us about hypothermia and how our bodies would react to being wet at low temps. My hands were shaking so badly in that exercise I would have died; I couldn’t start my fire.

I said, “If I go first, you both promise to repeat the exercise right behind me – no games and no waffling.” Both girls nodded.

I rose from the tub, taking advantage of the heat my skin had absorbed in the few minutes in the tub. I moved to the edge of the deck, turned, and fell backwards into about three feet of level snow in Lauren’s back yard. A lightning bolt shock wave rammed its way through my body awakening every nerve ending on the back of me. One part of my brain yelled at top volume to the other part, ‘What the fuck are you doing?’

I scrambled to get up from my supine position, getting other parts snow covered as I did. My dingle did not appreciate the cold, especially the inadvertent contact with the side of the crater I’d left in the snow. I hopped back up to the deck, and with male bravado, casually walked to the tub and submerged myself totally before settling for all but my head being under water.

Lauren stood. I marveled at her beautiful trim body, her full breasts responding to the cold breeze with temperature near zero. She stepped out of the water, her manicured pussy passing within a foot of my face. I knew I’d have some of that later.

Lauren stood and looked back at Crystal and me. She put her arms up over her head, turned, and fell backwards off the deck into the fresh snow, right next to the crater I’d left. I’m sure they could hear her scream in New York City, hundreds of miles away. I swear Lauren’s body levitated out of the snow and back onto the deck and into the tub in microseconds. She made no pretense about the shock to her body.

Lauren and I turned to Crystal. She stood and massaged her breasts in the cool air. Without a word of complaint, she moved a little further down the deck to where some virgin snow lay adjacent to the deck. She turned and tauntingly waggled her rear end at us.

Lauren sweetened the deal. “If you stay in the snow bank while we count to one hundred, I will do anything you want to you tonight of a sexual and erotic nature. I’ll even let you use any of my toys – the ones I keep in my bedside table.”

Crystal yelled, “Deal,” and fell backwards into the snow. I think Crystal’s scream could be heard in Chicago and possibly London.

Lauren and I started to count aloud: “One ... two ... three...”

Crystal implored, “Count faster – faster.”

We sped up slightly.

As Lauren counted, I yelled out, “I’ll even help you back to the tub when you’re through.”

Lauren yelled out, “Make a snow angel.”

Crystal waggled her arms and legs to make a snow angel.

“Fifty-six ... fifty-seven ... fifty-eight...”

“Faster. I’m dying out here.”

I said, “You’ll survive. We wouldn’t let anything happen to you. We love you.”

“If you loved me, you’d count really fast.”

I got out of the tub when Lauren hit eighty. I sauntered down the deck as though it were a warm summer day. I looked down at Crystal’s nude body sprawled out in the snow. The contrast between the white snow, her slightly blue body, and the tuft of pubic hair made an interesting contrast. I wished I’d had a camera.

“One hundred,” Lauren yelled.

Crystal struggled to get upright in the deep snow. She swore like a seaman’s parrot and put her hand up to me.

I reached out to pull her up, but instead she pulled me off balance and into the snow bank with her. I went face first into her crater, dingle and balls leading the plunge.

I rolled over to the sound of gales of laughter from Lauren and Crystal. I stood and pulled Crystal’s body to mine; she felt colder.

Unbelievably, she knelt in the snow in front of me and took my shrunken dingle into her warm mouth. Instantly, I could feel the blood surge into the shaft as her reward.

Lauren was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. She yelled over, “Jim, you should see yourself. You’re head and front and covered in snow. Come get back in here.”

“But I’m getting a great blow job.”

Crystal stopped, “I can’t stand it any more. I have to get warm.”

I helped Crystal onto the deck and followed. We both plunged into the hot tub, creating waves that sloshed some of the water outside. I knew it would freeze in a minute at these temps.