Chapter#02

"Ooooooooh fuck," she cried out as her womanhood tightened its hold on him. The sensations caused him to lift his hips, shifting his lower body so Michelle had a better platform to slam against. "Yes, oh God yes," she moaned while lifting her hips higher and driving them down onto him faster and harder. Andrew reached out to take her by the waist to help his girlfriend's balance. He did nothing else but keep her upright, allowing Michelle to put all her energy into fucking him.

She threw her head back. Her fingers pulled on her hair, the pain mixing with the incredible pleasure coming from inside of her. Andrew was momentarily forgotten as Michelle's body heated up. Her hips were a blur as an orgasm ripped through her, roaring its way along her lower body. Her thighs squeezed Andrew as her muscles tensed up for a brief moment before shuddering above him.

When Michelle tried to catch her breath, Andrew took over. She cried in surprise at the sudden bolt of pleasure as Andrew pushed upwards, his hands helping her to unconsciously move up and down on his stiff rod.

It didn't take long for Andrew to follow her euphoric path. His breath left his body in one loud gasp as his cock exploded inside of her. Michelle fell forward, her pussy still engulfing him, welcoming the warm fountains of his essence as she continued to come down from her climax. It took a few seconds for Andrew to go limp. With his breath now coming out in short pants, his hands on Michelle's shoulders, clutching her body to his. She was panting as well. Sweat covered both of them. She lay her head on his shoulder, gasping sharply as she tried to catch her breath.

Finding the energy to speak, he asked, "What day are you coming back?"

"Either Sunday night or Monday morning." She carefully pulled herself from his softening cock but still lay on top of him. Her dead weight kept Andrew pinned in place. "It depends on how long dinner with the family goes. I don't work until Tuesday anyway, so there's no rush."

"Good." Now firmly in the afterglow, their kiss was soft and tender. "I love you, Michelle Min."

"I love you, Andrew Cole."

"Hopefully you're satisfied enough that you won't hook up with an old high school crush this weekend," he teased while caressing her back.

"I don't have any old high school crushes. I told you, I didn't start dating until college. High school boys had no effect on me."

"Not even that one friend of yours? The captain of the ski team?"

"Co-captain," she corrected. "No, he's too much of a teddy bear. There's one person I'm curious to see, but I doubt he's even going to show up." Michelle pressed her lips against his chest. "You're the only guy for me."

"And you're the only girl." After kissing the crown of her head, Andrew added, "However, if you want to hook up with another girl..."

"You wish." Michelle groaned as she pushed herself off of Andrew's body. "I'm gonna take a shower. The last thing I need is showing up at my parents' house after a four-hour drive smelling like sweat and sex." She held out her hand to help him to his feet. "Come on. You get to scrub my back."

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Brenda Lattimore darted across the street as soon as the light turned green. It was Friday night which meant the sidewalks of Emerald Pines were lined with tourists and skiers enjoying the town's nightlife and ducking into the variety of shops that lined Pine Street. There were a few new shops she didn't recognize but the old standbys were still holding court - Centennial Books, Mile High Pastries, Pike's Bar and Grill, and the regionally famous Sins and Needles tattoo parlor. A particular storefront on the opposite side of the street caught her eye. It was done up in a pink-and-white aesthetic with the sign's cursive letters proudly proclaiming the name - Candy by Colette. A peek inside the window revealed several employees, a mix of teenagers and young adults, assisting a surprisingly sizable amount of customers. Off to the south loomed the jagged crags of Taylor Peak. Several strings of halogen lamps illuminated the mountain, allowing her to make out the skiers enjoying the night runs of Sapphire Drop. The resort had added several buildings since Brenda's last visit home and what had once been a quaint getaway now sprawled along the mountainside.

She took a deep breath, savoring the harsh bite of the frigid Colorado air. Years of living in the relatively milder weather of Denver had done nothing to drive the metaphorical antifreeze from her veins. The cold was the truest sign that despite her life and attempts at a career in the Mile High City, Emerald Pines would always be home to her.

She soon arrived at her destination. It had been nearly eight years since she had last eaten at the Comstock Grill. The restaurant's wooden facade was built in the style of a mine entrance that still managed to give off an aura of high class. Its name was painted over the double wooden doors in silver paint that reflected the street lights lining the sidewalk.

When Brenda stepped inside, a young woman in a black dress looked up from a wooden podium. "Good evening! Can I help you?"

"I'm meeting some friends here. Should be under Hansen?"

The woman ran her finger down the ledger in front of her. "Hansen, party of four. They're already seated." The hostess grabbed a menu from under the podium and motioned to the large room behind her. "If you'll follow me please?"

The mine aesthetic on the outside carried over to the inside, with support timbers holding up a ceiling covered with fake stone wallpaper. Lamps lined the timbers, the bulbs flickering in an approximation of the flame of an oil lamp. Every table was full with a mix of men and women ascribing to the restaurant's dress code - shirt and tie for the men and at least a blouse and pencil skirt for the women. Brenda had gone with a gray pantsuit and black flats. Her platinum blonde hair was straightened and hung down past her shoulders.