"HI", I said to break the silence.
"Hi," she responded. We were midway on one of the longer lifts, headed to some good black runs.
"You don't seem very happy," I decided to be persistent. She was a very cute girl and I was alone for the day.
"I guess not," she said in a quiet voice.
"Nice day, not too cold, great snow, a super day to ski. Want to do some runs together? What do you like?"
She looked at me for a long moment, and finally smiled. "I do the blacks and I'm good. You want to try to keep up?" We exchanged names.
I was up to the challenge. A skier since I was ten, I could do them all including the double diamonds. I was also a part-time ski instructor. This should be fun. Off the lift, she went first, picking one of the mid-level black runs. I watched for a moment as she banked the moguls, nice and smooth. I started down, following her path. Partway down the run she stopped to check me out.
"Nice turns," she said before attacking the lower half of the run. We met up at the lift.
"You're good," I enthused. "So are you. Want to do some skiing together?"
"Gwen, earlier you seemed to be in a rather bad mood."
"Yeah, I guess I was. It was my damn boyfriend. We're from Denver and drove up last night. He can be so damn offish, no subtlety at all. We had an argument. Well, that's my problem. What about you? Here by yourself, I take it?"
"I just live about fifteen miles from here and try to get up every weekend and any days off I have."
"Good looking guy like you and no girlfriend to ski with?"
"Not today. I'm better than most of the girls I meet and it's not much fun to ski the easy stuff."
"But you make an exception if she's really good looking, huh?"
"Of course! So what's your boyfriend doing while you and I are skiing together?"
"He's taking snowboard lessons. Just as well, he's just an intermediate skier and it's boring to ski with him. And, besides, I'm pissed at him. He's a year older than me and putting pressure on me. I don't like it."
I guessed as to the type of pressure. We completed another run.
"It's almost noon. I agreed to meet Mike for lunch. Why don't you join us?"
"You sure?"
"Yes, with you there we won't argue."
Mike seemed like a decent enough guy but obviously resented that Gwen had invited me to join them for lunch. We made idle conversion, mostly about how his snowboard lessons were going. She was effusive about my skill which didn't endear me any more to her boyfriend. After a somewhat strained lunch Gwen and I resumed skiing. Mike watched us go, his next lesson was half-an-hour later.
"Sorry I put you in the middle of our little spat."
I was curious and asked her about her boyfriend. It seemed that they have known each other for years and started dating about a year ago.
"He's really a great guy," she claimed. She said they have fooled around but were both virgins. That was the proximate cause of their spat last night.
"It was the first time we both got naked. His cock was the first I had ever seen, it was bigger than I expected. He placed my hand on it and had me rub up and down. I knew what would happen but was still very surprised when he suddenly spurt all over my hand.
"He pulled my zipper down and rubbed my pussy through my panties. Then he pushed a finger into me. It felt really good and I guess I started to get turned on. He took my hand and placed it back on his cock which was getting hard again. He was telling me how sexy I was and that he wanted to make love to me. I came to my senses and pushed him away.
"Anyway, he got mad and called me a tease. I stormed into the bathroom and didn't come out for a long time. I wasn't about to sleep on the floor so I put on all my clothes and got back into bed.
"So you were not ready to have sex."
"You know, if he had been a little more romantic or taken it a little slower maybe I might have. We have sort of been leading up to it. God, I can't believe I'm telling you all of this. So it was just as well he is snowboarding and I am skiing today. I'm not looking forward to tonight."
"You think he might force himself on you?"
"No, he's too nice a guy to do that but I think he will certainly try to convince me to do something. God, guys can be so stupid. I suppose I could give him a blowjob. I've done it a couple of times and he liked it."
"How old are you, Gwen?"
She looked at me with a little smirk. "Guys check me out and then ask me that question. I wonder why? I'm eighteen."
"Really! I would have guess sixteen or so. You have a very young face."
"I know. People are always treating me like a kid. And how old are you?"
"Twenty-one."
"You seem so much more mature than Mike. You are very attractive guy."
We tore up the slopes and returned to the lodge as the lifts closed. Her boyfriend was waiting for her and they quickly left. I met up with several friends in the bar. Alice, one of the local girls and I went back to my place.
The next morning, "Hi, John, remember me?" Gwen grabbed my arm as I waited in the lift line. "Can we ski together again?"
