This story is about a sexy, independent, intelligent - and don't forget naughty - twenty-something from California. Her jobs, internships, and universities take her to many unique places, where she usually finds herself getting fucked silly. She enjoys men and women alike. Please read, comment, and vote!
I arrived at my Alaskan destination after four different flights, including one float plane. It was late in the evening but the sun wasn't cooperating; the natural lighting made it seem about 5pm. I was due to start a new seasonal job the following day. My first impression of my new "home" was positive: the air was brisk and clean, the snow looked pristine, and three absolute hunks came out of the bunkhouse to help me with my luggage!
All three of the men seemed friendly and sincere. The first was only slightly taller than my five-foot seven-inches, with crinkled eyes and a light brown beard. He introduced himself as Rob, and had a genuine smile on his face. The second was Neil; he had on sunglasses so I couldn't see into his eyes (what a shame!) but his handshake was noteworthy. The third had amazing blue-green eyes which pierced through me quickly, but he then angled his gaze downward shyly. He mumbled something but shook my hand thoroughly.
"My name is Janie, as you probably already know," I said. All three of them stared quite blankly when I pulled off my ball cap and a mass of pink hair, the color of cotton candy, fell across my shoulders.
"You're gonna get teased for that glowing pink head o' yers," Rob chuckled.
"Yeah, we ain't used to no city gurls 'round here," Neil grinned.
The third one stayed quiet but seemed to be thinking of some harsh nick-names for me. I knew I was in for an interesting 7-month stay.
The next few days were a transition phase. I had insomnia because the sky didn't get dark until about 11pm. I brought warm clothes, just not warm enough; the snow drifts were still eight feet high in late April. Thank God for mail-order catalogues like Cabella's! Of course, I was used to having sex every night with my boyfriend, Greg, back home. I ended up feeling a bit homesick but that quickly subsided as my infatuation grew for my attractive co-workers.
The job was hard work but I fell into the routine. The amenities were excellent: my own dorm room, cable TV, and a gourmet chef. The facilities were top-notch, in fact they put my University to shame. Definitely the best part about the job was my co-workers. There were 10 in all, out of which only four were women. I was the only employee from California, so of course I was teased every time I said the word "Dude". They nick-named me Pinky in honor of my hair color.
I got along well with everyone. I found myself very attracted to Mike, they shy one I mentioned before. He was the tallest at about 6'2" with large shoulders and curly brown hair. Mike's handsome jaw line and gorgeous aquamarine eyes were probably his best features. He was just so darn shy; it took me about four months to get to know him! My eyes also wandered in Neil's direction to check out his cute butt when he was oblivious to my wicked thoughts. Neil had a great sense of humor, rugged good-looks, and smooth grey eyes. Neil and I had a lot in common and often lounged in his room watching movies or playing cards. Rob was the head boss and not really my type, but he was fun to drink with.
And we did a lot of drinking; all of us. That's one thing about Alaska – there isn't much to do but drink! We had a party just about every weekend. Despite all the drinking, I didn't fool around with any of the men. Although my boyfriend back in San Diego agreed to my "open relationship" suggestion, I didn't hop into bed with anyone right away. My best explanation for this is that I couldn't decide which boy I liked better, Neil or Mike. Since neither had put the moves on me, I figured maybe I just wasn't their type. Perhaps a crazy, liberal, punk-rock California girl was just too much for them!
It was nearing the end of May and my sex-life still consisted of my fingers, the showerhead, and racy emails to my boyfriend back home. Finishing my shift one Friday afternoon, I headed toward the bunkhouse in need of a shower. As I climbed the stairs to the bunkhouse entrance, Neil passed me going the opposite way.
"It's poker night, Pinky. You in?" Neil asked, flashing me his lop-sided smile.
I sighed, "So you can take all my hard-earned money? No way!"
"Not playin' for money. It's strip poker!" he said with a wink.
I studied the way he was eying me. "Yeah I can see that as being fun," I said sarcastically, "me naked in a roomful of clothed men. Where do I sign up?"
Neil caught my sarcasm immediately and played along. "I bet you would like that. I know about you California girls."
"You've been up here in the boonies so long, I bet you forgot how to use it anyways," I countered nodding towards his crotch. I thought he would appreciate my humor, but his smile faded and I knew I had gone too far. Rumor had it that Neil hadn't gotten laid in over a year.
"Well, we start drinkin' and dealin' at nine if you wanna come. And I was just kidding about the strippin' part." He stormed off with his hands clenched at his sides.
My heart sank with guilt. How did I know he would take it so personally? I figured he'd get over it and went about my shower.
At nine-thirty I entered through Neil's doorway which was propped open. Neil had a dorm to himself separate from the bunkhouse. All the guys were around the table: Mike, Neil, Rob, Nick and his girlfriend Bailey, and Jayson and his girlfriend Andie. I had put on some make-up and a cute grey t-shirt with tight denim jeans. Bailey whistled at me when I came in. Jayson razzled me too. I glanced at Neil to see his reaction, and by his expression he seemed to have forgotten about my harsh joke from earlier. His eyes told me that he had already consumed a few beers.
They weren't playing poker, it was a card drinking-game I was familiar with from college. I joined in on the fun, and Neil scooted over to allow me to sit next to him on the bench seat. Mike quietly got up to use the restroom and I eyed him as he left the room. Damn, both men were so incredibly hot! I wished I could have them both! I put my odds on Neil because I figured Mike was just too shy.
The game continued and I had a few gulps of booze in my belly, when Jayson and Andie got up to leave. Actually they were arguing so Neil kicked them out, telling them to go fuck it off. We all laughed. Neil glanced at me sheepishly and winked when he noticed me giggling at his joke.
The night wore on and we were all heavily buzzed. I wanted to get Neil alone but I couldn't think of a plan to execute. Maybe I should just sit and wait until everyone else leaves? That wouldn't work, I told myself; Neil could drink me under the table and I didn't want to be completely sloshed incase the opportunity to fuck should arise.
Finally Bailey and Nick headed for the door, obviously eager to make love their own room. I couldn't help but notice how all of us stared at their backs with envy as they left arm-in-arm, lips pressed together.
We played a couple more rounds before I decided to call it a night. Rob and Mike seemed like they could play the stupid game all night, and if I drank one more sip I would probably regret it in the morning.
The only thing that kept me from leaving was one real threat - bears. I am usually not afraid of bears, but a female and her cubs were spotted earlier that day. Most of the guys don't mind walking me to my room after dark, so I decided to use that excuse to get Neil alone with me. I got so excited about my ingenious plan, a huge smile spread across my face.
"Wow, what's that mischievous smile for, Pink?" Rob asked me.
"...uh, I was just thinking about my next move...of the card game."
"Uh-huh. Neil, you'd better watch her, she's plotting something evil over there," Rob joked.
