(nor was she touching herself), she looked like she had a mini-orgasm at the first taste of my cum gushing into her mouth.

Eventually we were all roused awake. Actually, Sam orgasmically screaming her bloody head off woke up the rest of the house; that girl seriously could not be quiet. Mari and Naimh started making breakfast for everyone, we got changed into our ski gear, and then headed out to the slopes.

For a so-called “ski trip", the actual skiing activities weren't particularly memorable in comparison to everything else we'd done on the trip. Nobody was a complete novice, as most of us had been to Tahoe with our families somewhat regularly over the years, and even Naimh had skied once on a family vacation in Europe. At first, the six of us stayed together and warmed up on the bunny slopes. Sam and Zofi naturally paired up, as did Belle and Mari. Naimh was only too happy to wrap herself around my arm and make out on the chairlift.

The gorgeous redhead was absolutely stunning. Her dark blue jumpsuit fit her like a glove, especially when she got the zipper over her sizeable chest. She kept the furry hood up for warmth, even over her cute beanie, but let her long red Locks hang out through the front. But when we got back in line to take another ride up the mountain, she pulled her sunglasses above her forehead, dropped the hood, and wrapped her arms around my neck for a tongue-filled kiss. We heard a wolf-whistle a second later, and I glanced back to see a couple of guys flashing "“shaka" signs at me.

“Dude, your girlfriend is smokin' HOT," one of them complimented.

Rather than correct him, I smirked and replied, "I know." And then I went right back to making out with my ‘girlfriend’. The four girls of the BTC were just in front of us, and they glanced back giggling.

But as nice as it was to be paired up with Naimh, we separated after the first two runs. She was the least-experienced skier of all of us, and while I'd shepherded her through those first trips down the mountain, I was itching to challenge myself on the more difficult runs.

So we split into two groups of three: Naimh, Mari, and Zofi would stay on the easier slopes while Sam, Belle, and I took the Mountain Express all the way up.

Sam took over Naimh's "girlfriend" role immediately. She wrapped herself around my arm, made out with me on the chairlifts, and generally stuck to my side Like there was a physical tether attached to our waists. She was a GOOD skier, probably even better than me, but she had me take the lead and followed to make sure she never got ahead of me. If I fell, she'd pull up next to me and wait. If she fell, which she only rarely did, she'd catch up to me pretty quickly. And every now and again we'd both pull over to the side and wait for Belle to catch up to us.

During those moments, Sam was quick to move in close, wrap her arms around me, and start a new makeout session. One time, we did so underneath a chairlift. And lo and behold, the “shaka" guys were passing overhead.

“DUDE! You've got TWO smokin’ hot girlfriends?" Shaka One called out.

“Wait, does the redhead know about the blonde?" Shaka Two asked.

“Dude, does the blonde know about the redhead?! ?"

“Shit man, what if we just busted him? Sorry, bro!!!" Shaka Two yelled backwards as the chairlift kept pulling them higher up the mountain.

Sam and I had a good laugh about that.

If Belle minded all the attention Sam was giving me, she didn't show it. Still, she happily accepted kisses going up the next chairlift when

I decided I needed to pay her more attention as well. But as we got halfway back up the mountain, she pulled me close, whispered, "Let Sam have this today. Go back to her."

“What about you?" I asked softly.

“I'm still satisfied from breakfast," she replied, with an eye waggle that told me she wasn't talking about Mari's instant pancakes. And she promptly turned me around so I could make out with Sam instead.

Sam was more than happy to have me back.

The group rendezvoused for lunch, overpriced burgers and chili fries not feeling so expensive when you considered that we weren't paying for the cabin. When it was time to hit the slopes again, though, Belle surprised us by saying she was going to rejoin the other group.

“What?" I gave her a look, silently asking if me kissing Sam so much was making her feel like a third wheel. Belle gave me a mysterious smile, shrugged, and explained, “It's clear that I can't keep up with you two. I know you're itching to just smoke a black diamond, Matty."

Zofi frowned, looked thoughtful, and commented, "There's a euphemism somewhere in there, I just know it."

The girls laughed, and soon we were on our way.

Fifteen minutes later, Sam and I wound up in the boonies at the top of a run serviced by a single old and creaky two-person chairlift. This far away from the main runs, the area was the exact opposite of crowded and full of fresh powder. We stood all alone atop the crest of a small hill, taking in the breathtaking view of the snowcapped scenery with the deep blue water of Lake Tahoe in the distance. For a moment, it felt Like we were the only two people in the world.