Ski House

A while back I rented a ski house with a couple buddies from college. After graduation we all went our separate ways. The internet kept us in touch but I think we all missed the long nights we used to spend drinking our faces off. So, we decided to rent a ski house on a mountain in the middle of nowhere during peak skiing season and the four of us would spend a week drinking and doing the dumb shit we hadn’t done since college, and maybe if we got bored we might even do a little skiing.
I was the first to get to the house up in the mountain, my 2010 Toyota Camry had a tough time climbing the steep roads, but the area hadn’t seen too much snow this season so I managed alright. As I found the driveway and rolled up to the fairly large log cabin where we would be spending the next week the DJ on the radio warned that there was going to be a massive storm in the next few days. I was glad that I wasn’t going to be driving in that, he made it sound pretty miserable with high winds, freezing temperatures, and a fuck ton of snow. It didn’t take long for me to unpack my car. I had only brought a duffle bag with a few pairs of underwear, a couple spare shirts, and a few bottles of Rubinoff, just like what we drank in college. I threw all my stuff in one of the rooms and then waited for my friends to come.
I was honestly really excited for this week. Since college I had gotten a job that might as well not pay me anything, an apartment with some of the most obnoxiously boring roommates, and I have found it a hell of a lot harder to get laid when I’m not going to parties full of drunk horny sorority girls. This week wasn’t going to solve any of those things, but I would be able to get so drunk that I wouldn’t remember any of it.
Craig and Kenbo showed up next. They had been roommates all four years of college and I don’t think I ever saw them apart. There was even a rumor that they had run a train on a girl one night in their dorm room Junior year. I had never asked them about it, but it seemed like it could have been true. They brought their shit into the house and claimed one of the two remaining rooms, they said they didn’t mind sharing a room, just like college.
The cabin was a pretty simple place but it would be more than enough space for all of us. It had three bedrooms, a living room with a big flat screen that didn’t fit the rustic log cabin feel at all (but no one here was going to complain about that), a bathroom, and a simple kitchen with a table and some stools in the middle of it.
We were all sitting around the kitchen table, cracking into one of the bottles of cheap vodka when we heard another car rumbling up the driveway. It must have been Derick. When we were in college Derick was sort of the leader of our small squad. He found out where the parties would be and always managed to get all of us in the door. Derrick spent most of college drinking beers and fucking any girl who looked his way, but still graduated with a 3.8 GPA. Our week was really going to get going when Derick walked through the door.
But it wasn’t Derrick that walked through that door. Instead a blond bombshell walked in wearing a coat that she must have stolen from an eskimo. She stood by the open door shivering until Derrick followed her into the house dragging a large suitcase behind him. She went to the couch and sat down still wearing her coat, hat, and scarf. Meanwhile Derrick brought us all in for a hearty hug. Then he introduced us to his girlfriend Darcie.
“Darcie really wanted to come up and hang out with us.” He said and rolled his eyes so that she couldn’t see. This was a week for the boys, not the boys and one of the boy’s girlfriends. It wasn’t cool and Derrick knew it. No matter how uncool it may have been, we were all adults and we weren’t about to send our friend’s chick hiking down the mountain. The only thing we could do at this point was drink our faces off and act like dumb asses with her around. Maybe if we were lucky she would even be cool.
We spent the first night drinking lots of vodka and catching up. When we finally turned in for the night I lay in bed and while the room spun, I listened as Derrick fucked Darcie in the room next to mine. I quietly jerked off while I listened to her moan for more, just like college.
The next few days were a blur. We watched movies, had a massive snowball fight with the powder that had already fallen on the mountain, I think we even baked a cake one night. Darcy hadn’t really participated in any of it, but she hadn’t really got in the way or told any of us to stop acting like idiots and that was fine by me. On the third or fourth day I woke up late in the morning or early in the afternoon and walked into the cabin’s living room wearing just my boxers. It was empty except for Darcie who was stretched out on the couch looking at her phone.
“Good morning.” I said a little tentatively. I became very conscious that I was wearing almost no clothing, but it might seem weirder to turn around and go back into my room. Fuck it I told myself.
“Hey.” She said back without looking up.
“Where is everyone?” I asked noticing how quiet the rest of the cabin was.
“Derrick took the other two down into town to get supplies for the storm. He asked if you wanted to come, you were sleeping though.”
“Is that storm today?” I asked, I hadn’t been paying attention to the weather, or the calendar for that matter.
“Umm, look out the window.” She said finally taking her eyes off her phone to give me an almost dirty look. I glanced out the window and saw that snow was beginning to fall.
“Wow.” I said, “It looks like it’s coming down pretty heavy.”
“Mmhmm.” She hummed looking back down at her phone.
I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee, when I opened the fridge to grab the cream, the chill on my naked legs made my dick shrivel up a bit. I added a splash of vodka to the coffee to give it some flavor.
I walked back into the living room and decided before sitting down that I should probably put some cloths on, or at least some pants. It was a little uncomfortable only wearing boxers while we were the only two people in the house.
When I came back to the living room I turned the TV on and flicked around until I found a movie that looked sort of interesting. It was some action movie with the Rock that neither of us were really paying attention to as we sat there on our phones. We weren’t paying attention until a sex scene came on anyway. The Rock was passionately kissing some hot girl who was only wearing a crop top and bikini bottoms, he held her against the wall of a garage. My interest was really peaked when he reached a hand up and started to choke her while they kissed. I glanced at Darcie out of the corner of my eye and saw she was looking up from her phone. The Rock ripped the girl’s shirt off, showing her movie star quality tits, I was a little surprised they hadn’t even blurred out her nipples on TV. He fondled her while they continued to kiss. Then he lifted her up, putting both hands under her ass and put her down on the hood of some muscle car. He climbed on top of her and began to fuck her on his car. I was shocked they were showing all of this on TV. They hadn’t shown any penetration yet but it was still a very hot sex scene. I snuck another sideways glance at Darcie and saw her shifting her legs around a bit on the couch.
When the scene ended and a commercial for some candy bar came on, I got up and went to my room as casually as I could.