The snow continued to fall and Neal was tired from the long drive. However, as he turned onto the road to the ski resort, his excitement built. The mountains ahead of him were covered in white and the heavy snowfall bode well for a great week of skiing.
It was spring break of his sophomore year in college. His childhood friend, Cassie, had invited him to join her and her family at their slope-side vacation home.
This is a work of fiction and nothing more. Enjoy the fantasy, but keep it away from reality. Also, all characters in my stories are 18 years of age or older! The term 'teen' can refer to somebody who is 18 or 19 as well.
Kate double-checked her hair in the glass window of Professor Foster's front door. She wasn't sure why, but the 18-year-old wanted to look her best for her teacher. Probably because it was her first day on the job as his babysitter.
"Normally, I'm reluctant to do this during the semester," he'd said at the end of his last lecture, "but my wife and I are really in a bind.
I love dirty talk. It is a super aphrodisiac for me. When a man whispers nasty things in my ear I get all hot and bothered. He can take me from a standing start to full speed in nothing flat, leaving a streak of metaphorical rubber smoking on the metaphorical pavement.
Friday 10:16 PM
The first thing I noticed when I walked into the club was that the coat check girl was dressed in lingerie. After a quick double take, I noticed the poster on the wall.
"Dare to wear, night?" I muttered, reading the words as I realized what exactly they meant.
I then had to pay twice the normal cover charge since my clothing was apparently not "provocative" enough as per the night's theme.
I took a long sip of my dirty martini and leaned into the bar, staring resentfully down towards the end of it. My boyfriend of three years, Ryan, was still engaged in conversation, feeding his ego with clever banter. I noticed the familiar animated expressions, grand gestures, and overly enthused laughter that captivated the small crowd of people he was talking to. I sighed heavily, and settled back onto my bar stool and played with the spear of olives in my drink.
They sat across from one another in the wooden booth in the dark tavern. They had been there for a couple of hours now, drinking and talking, feeling their way through the situation. It was storming outside and the lights flickered off and on in the tavern.
He was tall, dark, and handsome, not traditionally so but by sheer strength of character and control.
Lois wrapped her hair in a towel and put on a robe. Alan hardly looked up from his newspaper as she walked into the kitchen.
"Morning," she said.
"Hey," he replied. Another minute of silence as he read. Then, "Coffee's ready."
She poured a cup, added some sweetener and sat down at the table.
Alan read the Sports section. Lois closed her eyes for a minute and gathered her thoughts. Thursday sales meetings suck, she thought.
"Three thousand dollars for a transmission! that's ridiculous and besides it wasn't my fault that piece of junk broke when I was driving it" Keri exclaimed exasperatedly.
I replied "piece of junk or not. it's my car, you weren't supposed to be driving it and from what the mechanic said you were not exactly babying it when it broke. You busted it and you're responsible for getting it fixed."
Patterson Daniels was one of those quiet guys who managed to seem cool even if you didn't know him all that well. Decent grades. Pretty good jump shot. He wasn't going to be the loudest guy in the frat house, but he'd crack you up with a one-liner when you least expected it.
He helped me change a tire in the dorm parking lot once.