Around eleven a.m., I knock on Julia’s bedroom door in the chalet. She invites me in. She’s lounging on the bed, book in hand, injured ankle propped on a pillow. I kiss her cheeks, sit beside her where Daniel slept. His aftershave and her scent cling to the sheets. Delicious. Intoxicating. Heart quickens.
I ask about her ankle. She slept poorly, throbbing pain, but manageable. I offer to rebandage it. Future doc, right? She laughs, agrees. Ankle swollen, bruised purple. I rub in eucalyptus ointment, strong scent masking Daniel’s. Slow thumb circles, deep into skin. Gentle. She winces. Lips bead sweat. I apologize. She smiles through it. ‘Your hands are magic. Keep going.’ Muscles warm now.
The Fever
Bandage done. I offer my peace gift: pure weed joint, scored off-piste from two guys buried in snow. Therapeutic analgesic, I say seriously. Her eyes sparkle. Hesitates. Smell? Daniel? Too early? Stoned babble? ‘Hope you babble and more,’ I tease. Light it myself. Harsh puffs. White smoke curls. Pass it. She inhales deep.
We finish giggling like idiots. Window wide, cold rushes in. Spot my ass-print in snow from spying. Whatever. She pulls me under duvet. Heat radiates from her hip. Their scents envelop me. Silence. Hearts sync. Window shut, heat cranked. Back under covers. She props on elbow, eyes devouring my face. Skin prickles.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ she whispers, voice slurry from weed. Fingers trace cheek, lips. Mouth dry. I compliment back. Bodies close. Her lips press mine. Soft. Closed. Fever spikes. Arms wrap. Neck kissed wet. ‘Daniel likes you a lot,’ she breathes. ‘He told me.’ Adds, ‘Stoned nonsense!’ I squeeze tighter. No words needed.
‘Troubles me… excitingly.’ Her confessions pour. Twenty years together, flame dimmed. She was his slut, toy, anything. Fantasies faded. Then her friend slept over. Daniel fucked her hard, fantasizing the friend. Proposed threesome. She refused. Later, caught his scent. Fucked her anyway, came imagining.
He banged the friend post-lunch. Liaison. She raged. He swore love, wanted to share. Necklace returned. Why make me wear it? Daniel saw me masturbate in sauna. Told her. Excited her. They fucked thinking of me. Snow traces? Me spying. ‘Beautiful,’ I admit. ‘Daniel turns me on.’ ‘And me?’ Boom. Heart hammers.
She admits: shock seeing me, desire hit. Repressed lesbian urges. Fantasies: sucking him imagining my mouth, him pounding me while she watches. Wearing necklace signaled: include me. Skin burns. Pulse races. Urgency builds.
The Blaze
The Blaze
Lips crash open. Tongues tangle, hungry. Hands roam. Under shirts, skin fever-hot. Nipples harden under palms. Sweat slicks. Her thigh presses my core. Wetness floods. Fingers dive into panties. Pussy slick, throbbing. I gasp into her mouth. ‘Fuck, Julia.’ She moans, circles clit. Heart pounds wild.
Roll atop her. Good ankle pinned gentle. Mouth devours neck, tits. Suck hard. Bite. She arches, nails rake back. ‘Yes!’ Pussy grinds mine. Heat explodes. Fingers plunge deep. Her walls clench. Pump fast. Juices soak sheets. She fingers me back. G-spot hooked. Legs quake. Breath ragged.
Sixty-nine urge hits. Straddle face. Tongue laps folds. Electric. Suck clit. She bucks. Fingers in ass. Dirty. Raw. Hearts thunder. Cunts pulse. Climax nears. Urgent. Possess. Devour.
The Embers
Orgasm rips. Waves crash. Scream muffled in pussy. She quakes too. Juices flood mouths. Collapse tangled. Skin glows, slick sweat. Breaths sync slow. Hearts ease. Duvet cocoon. Smiles soft. ‘Incredible.’ Touch lingers. Unique. Burned bright. Door knocks. Daniel, Charles. Reality intrudes. But glow remains.