It was a few years ago now. At the time it seemed to me like a crazy experience that would repeat many times in different forms throughout my life. Now looking back I can appreciate the extreme circumstances that aligned just perfectly and I remember it more as an iconic night, a climax if you'd like, of my sexually charged youth. It was the combination of adventure, isolation, and a strong desire to rebel against everything normal that catalyzed the encounter, and then two crazy and very open minds that kept it going. I long for another opportunity that will match this one and yet I know the specialness of it stemmed from the rarity of the circumstances - something that you cannot recreate artificially no matter how hard you try. All you can do is be ready for the chance at an adventure and hope one comes along and finds you. Until then, I'll read of others' adventures and I'll put mine down in words so that others may enjoy it vicariously while they wait.
It all started with a misguided attempt at a family vacation (as all good sexual experiences do). The plan was that my parents and I would fly into Denver and meet up with the rest of my family who were coming up from St. Louis. We would drive up into the mountains, find the cabin we had rented, and spend the week in our own private winter paradise. Needless to say, as an 18 year old this was not my ideal way to spend winter vacation. I remember the few weeks prior to the trip I was whining to my parents every chance I got about not going. In retrospect I wouldn't have traded the experience for much. Funny how that works.
We lived in South Carolina at the time so I was not thrilled about the cold in general. Couple that with having to see family that I hadn't seen in 5-6 years and it became even less appealing. I was pretty and boys liked me and I was thriving in the small beach town I called home. I am 5' 8" and had a nice tan going at the time. My long bronzed legs and my cute little ass didn't belong in the snow covered up by many layers of clothing. I had to go shopping before we left just to have enough layers to stay warm. I would have probably put more effort into packing cute clothing had I known that I would end up taking them off.
"Bre, I didn't even realize that was you! Your hair is gorgeous!" said my aunt as we walked up.
My aunt and uncle are actually pretty cool and down to earth people. They totally didn't recognize me when they saw me walk into the baggage claim. I had changed a lot in the years since our last visit.
"Aw thanks," I said, hugging them, "It's nice to see you guys again!"
My younger cousin Ben was standing slightly behind his parents. He was the perfect age to be called an awkward teenager. I walked up and hugged him tightly.
"Hey Benny, how's it going?"
I remembered him being a little kid and realized I was still talking to him the same way. He blushed a little and looked away and I realized I may have pressed my boobs into him a little too much.
Everyone hugged and greeted each other and then we went to wait for our bags.
"Where's Alyson?" my mom asked my aunt.
"She went to get the car," replied my aunt, "she likes to drive every chance she gets now."
"Oh that's right, she doesn't have a car at school, right?" asked my mom.
"She's not allowed as a first year," said my uncle from the other side of the group.
Alyson is my age but started high school a year before me because of where our birthdays fall. She was at her state college already and I was so jealous of her at the time.
We finally got our bags and Ben was eager to help us carry them. We found the van with Alyson sitting in the driver's seat waving at us happily. She was shorter than me and had light brown hair which contrasted from my own dark brown waves. We were both slim and had the same green eyes, a point of constant comparison whenever we were together as kids.
"Hey Bre!" Alyson said as she hopped out of the van and hugged me excitedly.
I hugged her and used my high-pitched voice to show my excitement but the truth was that I was nervous to see how much different we'd become since our childhood. I hoped she'd like me and not be "too cool" for me now that she was in college. Her bubbly personality masked any signs of true emotion toward me. I was happy when she hopped in the back of the van, sitting cozily between me and Ben.
"I thought you'd want to drive Alyson?" my mom asked her from the seat ahead.
"Oh no way, not in the snow and the mountains," Alyson replied cutely, "I'm all for driving in the parking lot though!"
We took off on what seemed like a really long drive but it went quickly because of the constant chatter of everyone catching up on what they'd missed of the last few years of their lives.
Alyson showed me pictures of her school on her phone. She got to one with a picture of a guy with his arm around her but swiped it quickly away and didn't mention it. Based on the rest of her stories, it seemed like he was her high school boyfriend and they had tried to keep it going during college but it had come to an end recently. She still seemed sensitive about it so I didn't pry. Apart from that it seemed like she was really enjoying herself. It had me excited even more to leave high school.
Hours of driving through the cold dark mountains we eventually arrived at our lovely destination.
"Isn't it great!" said my aunt as the dimly lit cabin came into view. It looked underwhelming and small.
"Looks awesome, mom," Alyson said as she gave me a quick look that said otherwise. It gave me hope that there might be a girl I could be friends with underneath the bubbly exterior afterall.
It was peaceful to say the least. The snow was falling lightly and there was no sign of life in any direction. We were all alone in our winter wonderland, much to my displeasure.
There was a bit of confusion bed wise because the layout was a little different than they'd anticipated. The two sets of parents each had their own master bedroom. This left two remaining bedrooms, each with a queen, and a couch in the living room. At first they tried to give Ben the couch but he protested that he would be sleeping in the longest.
"Well you can share a bed with Alyson," his mom said to him. He shuddered at the thought of it and resigned to taking the couch.
"Me and Bre could share a bed," Alyson piped up from the kitchen, "That is if you don't mind Bre." She looked at me questioningly. At the time I didn't think much of it but looking back it seems like the first domino to fall.
"Not at all," I said, "it'll be like when we were little."
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The first few days were relatively uneventful, especially in the context of recounting a sexy story. We played in the snow a lot. We had snow mobiles that we were allowed to ride around the hills nearby and that turned out to be a lot more fun than we'd imagined. Overall, it was a nice time and I was generally distracted from my initial disinterest but we still had quite a bit of time left together and at the time I thought we were running out of things to do.
Alyson and I had lots of opportunities to chat but never really had deeper conversations until the third night. We all went to bed early and she asked me as we were laying in bed if I was actually planning on sleeping. I said I probably would play on my phone for a while since I wasn't tired. We didn't have service so I couldn't really talk to anyone but I could at least entertain myself a little bit.
"I'm not really tired either," Alyson whispered back.
"Do you remember when we used to sneak around and steal snacks from the kitchen during our old sleepovers?" I asked her. "We thought we were so sneaky."
"We could steal food now but I don't think anyone would care," she said disappointedly.
"Pity," I said feigning sadness, "I always liked breaking the rules with you."
"Well, I may have another way to break the rules now," Alyson said shuffling around on her side of the bed. "If you're interested that is."
I remember in my youthful naive state having no idea what to expect next. Alyson was leaning off the side of the bed digging through her bag and I could see her panties just barely sticking out above her pajama pants.
"Here it is," she said victoriously.
She pulled out a slick black flask with a glittery peace sign on the front.
"Do you like bourbon?" she asked, opening the lid. She stuck the small nozzle to her face and tipped it up for a second as if she were on a mission. She took it away again and cringed as she swallowed the burning liquor.
"Ugh," she moaned in a whisper, "it's much better than I made it look. I'm just a baby with this stuff."
