Chapter 5

I woke up from my restless slumber with a slight daze. I think the last few nights of high sex and low sleep had drained more than just the fluids from my body. As my brain and senses returned to me, I felt a strange sensation under the covers. One look at the rest of the empty bed gave me a better idea of what or who might be teasing me. I lifted up the covers to find Callie slowly stroking my cock back to life. It looked encrusted with dried bodily fluids from both of us, with dried cum flaking off on her hand.

“What do you think you are doing under there?” I asked as I pulled the covers back from her head.

“Wondering if you’re still alive, but it looks like I’ve brought you back,” she said with that cute, wicked grin.

“I don’t think I have anything left in me after the last few nights. You’ve drained me dry. Besides, that looks pretty nasty.”

“It seems like your little friend says otherwise, shall I find out? And remember, I like being nasty.”

She lowered her head and took my crusty cock into her mouth and sucked on the dried combined juices of both of us. My head rolled back on the pillow as she used her talents to clean me off. She took more than half my shaft into her mouth and then licked the rest from the side. She even took each of my balls in her mouth to wash them with her tongue. Once clean, she returned to my cock head to pull any remaining cum from my balls.

“God Callie, you are wild, you know that?” I said as I placed my hand into her hair and tangled it up as she sucked me off. To my surprise, after a short time, I felt my balls stir.

“I’m going to cum, angel, do you want it on your face again?”

She removed her mouth but kept her hand stroking my shaft, “No, I want it in my mouth.”

She quickly returned to her oral duties and soon I felt it rise through me and burst into her mouth. I don’t know how much I had left to feed her, but she still swallowed every drop like it was the nectar of the Gods. She kept her hand stroking the base of my cock until there was nothing left. She removed my shrinking member from her mouth, wiped her lips, and moved up the bed.

“Good morning, Shane.” She said brightly, the swell of one of her breasts pressed against my chest.

“That’s one hell of a way to wake up, I hope it wasn’t too bad.”

“Nope, I liked it. We taste good together and I wanted to swallow your cum at least once. I wanted you to know I would do anything for you.”

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“I’m a good girl, whom you corrupted. Besides, if I’m so naughty, why haven’t you spanked me like you promised?” She then flashed that same wicked grin.

I reached for her arm and pulled her across my lap. I let my hand run across her smooth ass first before I gave her right side a solid smack. She flinched a bit but let out a telling groan. My hand then dropped on her left side with force. I could see some redness appear on her pale skin. I let the sting linger for a bit as I explored her perfect ass. I pulled her cheeks apart and looked at her puckered brown eye. It looked tight as anything, and my finger poked at her back door.

I could see dried flecks of cum close to her asshole and followed it to her slit. It was coated in the remnants of last night’s escapades. I must have really overloaded her with each subsequent orgasm. I let go of her ass and raised my hand to spank her again. She cried out with each strike, but I could tell it was turning her on. Visible handprints appeared on her ass. I figured it was time to stop and let her go, but she wasn’t done yet. She got up on her hands and knees and told me to fuck her from behind.

My cock had partially returned to life, so I got behind her and stuffed it inside her. It took a few thrusts before I was fully back to life, but she seemed to enjoy it regardless. I reached underneath her to cup her breasts as they dangled from her body. I pulled on her hardened nipples as I worked my hips to please her.

Callie cried out, “Fuck me one last time, I’m yours. I’ll always be yours,” as I drove my meat inside her.

“You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” I said as I spanked her ass a couple more times. She came once again on my cock, as her pussy soaked my balls with its wetness. I let myself go, and soon, my little soldiers joined their former compatriots in the narrow confines of her cervix.

I pulled out and sat on the bed, but Callie didn’t sit up, she put her face into a pillow and used her hands to spread her pussy open, showing me the wet, sticky, cummy mess inside her.

“This pussy is yours and you can cum in it anytime you want. I love you, Shane.”

I pulled her up to me and kissed her lips. “I love you too, Callie. Not your tits or your pussy, you!”

Our emotional confession was disturbed by Callie’s phone. It was a text from her dad telling her they’d be back within the hour. Reluctantly, she got dressed to head back to her room to clean up before they got back. She put on her green dress and shoes and headed for the door. I picked up her black panties off the floor and tried to hand them to her, but she refused.

“You keep them to remember me, at worst, you can think of it as a trophy from that hot teen whose virginity you took and who’s madly in love with you.”

I tried to speak but she just kissed me and then walked through the door. Some would call it a walk of shame, but I saw no shame in her at all. She seemed confident and content as she waved at me, then she closed the door. I decided I should shower and start packing. I was leaving tomorrow after all.

I’d showered and packed most of the suitcase. I was in a daze for the next hour, uncertain what I should do. It was just about 11:00 am with plenty of time to do something, but I just wasn’t sure what. I decided to do one last half day of skiing and texted Callie to see if she wanted to join, but she said her father was back and they were going out to the shopping area for a bit. She did say that her dad and Theresa wanted me to go out for dinner with them tonight before we all headed our own ways. I agreed.

A bit crestfallen, I unpacked my ski gear and headed for the bus stop. I would go back to Lake Louise, since I hadn’t spent too much time there. The bus ride was quiet as there weren’t many people on their way to the slopes at this time of day. Most would either be there already or would be on their way back following lunch.

Even if the bus had been packed to the rafters, I still would have felt alone, though. I looked at the empty seat beside me and nearly wept. The reality of the whole situation started to hit me like a ton of bricks. After tonight’s dinner, despite our own mutual assurances, we likely would never see each other again. It filled me with a sense of dread and loss, and we hadn’t even been apart yet.

The bus rolled down the road, the beautiful scenery visible through every window, but it was dark in my little seat. How did this happen? This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, one to help me get over my last relationship. I guess in that way, it worked! I hadn’t thought about her since I arrived, but now there was a new dilemma that I’d never anticipated. I didn’t think I could fall for someone so fast. I felt like I was buried under an avalanche of emotions, which was funny since my ex said I didn’t have any.

My revelry was broken as the bus stopped at our destination. I disembarked and carried my skis up the path to the lodge. I clipped into my bindings and skied over to the lift as the cold air filled my lungs. Soon, I was going up the chairlift with a bunch of strangers who talked amongst themselves. I just pondered the snow as it lightly fell onto my gloves, each flake unique in its own way.

The snow felt good under my skis, and as I cruised down the trails, I couldn’t help but forget my troubles for just a little while. The crunch and swish of my skis as they cut into the snow, the smooth feeling as I got into a rhythm and flowed down the slope, and taking a few little jumps that had built up on the side of a run brought some euphoria to my saddled mind.

An idea slowly formed as I reached the bottom and lined back up for another run. No, it wouldn’t solve the current issue of Callie, but maybe it would put me on the path toward being happy with my life again. It was the thought of moving from Iowa and returning to New York State to live. Sure, it wasn’t the Rockies or anything, but it would be nice to return home and live somewhere that made me happy. I’m sure my parents would love it too, since they always complained about never getting to see me. It would put the ghosts of my past relationship in the rearview mirror and give me a fresh start, which I think this whole experience taught me I needed.

On my last run of the day, my legs burned, but my mind and heart felt a bit lighter. The fresh mountain air had revived my soul once more, and I’d made my decision to move after I got back. I wasn’t sure exactly where I’d move to. I’d have to find somewhere to work first, but I was certain it was the best course of action. As I said goodbye to these slopes for the last time, I knew I’d come back one day. How could I not? I boarded the bus back, which was much busier than it was when I’d arrived. I rejoiced in the kerfuffle of noise around me until I was dropped off at my hotel.

I put my skis into the rental car for the night since my flight was early the next morning and headed to my room. I checked my phone as I entered to see a text saying to meet for dinner at 6:00, so I had some time to clean myself up first. I took another shower and packed up the rest of my suitcase with the exception of my toiletries and stuff I’d need for the night. I also kept my swimsuit on top of my clothes, just in case. It still smells slightly of the spring water, which isn’t great. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d have to toss it when I got back.

I put on some jeans and a sweater and headed over to meet everyone for the final time. Reg looked happy and greeted me warmly with a punch in the arm. Theresa seemed like her usual blasé self with a dismissive hello. Callie looked radiant as ever, and it was difficult not to grab her and give her a giant kiss. She hugged me though in a slightly more than casual manner, which I hoped no one else picked up on.