A Ski Holiday at Monte Sainte-Anne, Canada

[Cutie Lillie]

Ali thought the wait would kill her. This was so very very new. What was he going to do ? That look of questioning, that short hesitation about drove me mad. I had no idea how to prepare myself for what he did next.

When he leaned down to my pubic hair and spread my legs with himself I could feel my heart pounding. Some young men might think they were more viril, worth more of a young women's desire...but this man had something those self-adoring Adonis's could never understand. He understood that to bring pleasure to a women only causes her to give back a hundred-fold.

And pleasure is what Jean gave me, shooting bolts of electricty corsing through my body. Time and time when his tongue touched my sex my hips wanted to rise to meet him.

My thighs battled between wanting to squeeze themselves shut... the feelings at times being almost too exquisite...to wanting to spread themselves open wide to give him complete access. l could feel my juices flowing more than ever before.

Throughout my loins little trembles of pleasure rocked me. My behind would clench. My fingers found his hair... weaving their way deeply in it.. also battling between wanting to stop him and pushing his face in deeper to my sex.

My moans came free and louder now.. wanting him to know the joy he was giving me. I wanted to give back to him... and that powerful impulse was growing in me. Groans, moans, my eyes half-closed watched him... Oooo there was nothing like this! There was no one like this man !!!!!!!

With my sex trembling I pulled him up to my lips, hungry, needing to give back to him.. even if this small way. My tongue licking the aromatic moisture from his lips.

 

[cgraven]

The little moans and gasps let me know that I was giving Aly some pleasure. Her fingers in my hair. Her soft thighs about my head. All was heaven to me. She pulls me to her lips. A shared kiss, passionate, eager on her part and I return it with a passion of my own.

I gently break the kiss. Our lips meet again soft and gentle then building to a breathless passion. Again I break our kiss. My lips seek the hollow behind Ali's ear, I run my tongue around its' shell, taking the lobe into my mouth, I nibble on it.

My fingers tease the tendon behind Ali's knee. Then trace lazy circles up her inner thigh.

My lips find the nap of Ali's neck as my fingers graze the folds of her rose petal lips, they play in the strawberry downy field, and then return to those folds.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Each kiss, each touch of this man was driving me insane with pleasure. At times I wanted to stop and make him take me instantly and end this divine torture.

But he kept teasing my body, playing with every area that created rapt tensions inside me. My hips, alive now, start their own dance, my breasts reached out jealous for his attention.

My eyes closed, keeping out the world. My breathing deep, panting, at one with the moans of the storm outside.

When his finger slides into the wetness between my labia lips I melt with pleasure. His attention to the hard pearl of my desire builds the waves of a coming explosion. He uses my own juices to lubricate his attention while in my thighs, my hips I feel myself tighten. Delicate, yet powerful explosions start in my body as I slide from this world into one I never knew existed.

My body arches sharply, the gasping expressing the joy enveloping my body. My eyes and hands seek out Jean needing him.. needing his comfort, his approval, his direction..

 

[cgraven]

Ali's youthful body responds to my touch. My loves body. Yes she is my lover now, maybe not for long, but at least for now.

My lips find Ali's and our kiss is filled with a wild abandonment. We are entwined in each other?s arms. Our legs inter twined. Our shared passion played out in the desperate need to be one as we roll to find comfort in our tormented need for each other.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Exquisite, consumate love. Bodies that have become one we end up with me straddling Jean's lean muscular body.

Looking down at him we smile knowing that the next step was going to be the best. I lean down to kiss him lightly letting my sex push back feeling his manhood standing tall, leaning up against it..

I feel that old familiar fear grip my heart. Fear that I won't measure up to the passions of his past, that my relative inexperience won't be able to satisfy him.

Studying Jean's eyes for any hint of disspointment, I lift my hips and guide is manhood to the place aching for him to release. Sliding down, I can feel my inner walls instinctively tighten around him, clenching in love.

I stop for a moment... letting the feeling of elegance, and primal heat fill the room. Our room cut off from the world. The room of our love.

My hips slowly, build their dance. I want to give back to his man of men. This is what women were created for.. this is all I want. My hips grind down, and roll slowly deliciously back up .. filling my soul as well as my body.

Jean's body starts to match my rythmn, a dance has started as the two partners relish every movement.

 

[cgraven]

Ali straddles my hips. The touch of her soft downy patch sends my passion for her almost beyond human endurance.

She gazes into my eyes. I see doubt and fear there. Slowly I rise holding Ali in position, and brush her lips with a kiss. I recline again.

She guides my manhood into a place best given not taken. Ali's muscles grip, and loosen swallowing me hole, so we become as one. My breathing stills, my hart races, and I am filled with joy.

Ali's pauses a moment. This is bliss I feel her powerful muscles grip. We are one in that moment of stillness. The movement of her hips as they roll, Ali's dance to give me pleasure, starts. My hands go to Ali's waist to match her rhythm and tempo. The dance goes slowly at first then to a madding reel. Two as one.

The longing can not be denied any more. I trust down as Ali pushes up. I explode deep with in her. I continue the dance until Ali is fulfilled.

I keep us together as I lay Ali down my side. We are face to face. She is covered with a glistening sheen of sweat. I kiss her closed eyelids. The taste of salt on my lips.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Outside the world is bathed in white, cold sparkling white. Inside the two lovers bathe in the warmth of their love, of their bodies, and in the glow of the fire.

Holding Ali close, Jean pulls the blanket over them.. keeping the close saftey that she knew in his arms. No words needed to be spoken, their bodies said it all.

Jean looked down on her face smiling in recognition of the joy in her countence. He worried so for her future, if she would regret this in the morning. But for now he held her and that was enough for him... for now.

He stroked her hair taking moving a few strands back off her face. She cuddled in closer to him, never opening her eyes, but released a contented sigh against his chest.

Jean's heart still felt the love for her, the joy of the gift she gave to him tonight, that pang of fear of the morning after.

He hugs her, with legs wrapped with hers, with bodies still close as one. With a kiss in her hair he breaths a sigh of contented joy at this fantasy, this world of their making. Pushing away thoughts that threatened to break into the warmth, he sighes again more deeply and letting consciousness slip he joins her in sleep.

 

[cgraven]

The embers of the fire glowed ruby red as the first light of dawn crept through the window. Jean gazed upon Ali, her breathing deep and even, a wisp of hair strayed to her cheek. Her look tasseled and content.

He tucked the old blanket around her. And she hugged it to herself as she curled up into a contented little ball a smile upon her lips. He drew his old woolen pants on. Now for food.

Keep busy Jean, do not think, it will only hurt the more. He steadies himself against the hearth. The pain almost unbearable. Then the calmness that age and wisdom bring. Enjoy what was given, do not take that which is not.

The food simply prepared. The day dawned clear and bright. He brings Ali coffee, and a gentle kiss, She wakes.

"Ma Cher we can leave as soon as you are ready."

There is no sadness in Jean's eyes only a touch of longing.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

With a deep sigh I feel the world start to take shape around me.. my eyes blinking into focus. The wood chair in the corner starts to take shape in a dimly steel grey light. I pull the blanket around me to block out the cold. Not really sure I comprehend where I am or why. Though I enjoy the smile I woke to.


I hear in my foggy mind, ""Ma Cher we can leave as soon as you are ready."

Forcing itself to sit up my body pulls into a ball, or as much of one one can do while sitting on the floor. The floor feels very hard and cold right now. The light even more glaring at this angle. I bury my face into the blanket, into my knees, trying to shut out the light.

I resented this light. It was breaking into my dream and it was harsh, unrelenting. Sigh. I do not want to face this day. What did I do? I peek up through tousled hair at the man busy at putting the cabin into a condition so we can leave. Sigh. My heart rushed with the warmth and memories of the night before. What a wonderful man he is..if only all men could learn from him.

'man' I realized I didn't use his name in my head. No! I'm not going to do that, I'm not going to push him away. But my heart already has given that decision over to something more practical.

Images of classes, walks through the quad, poetry readings in the coffee house, Christmas at mom and dads flood in with the same glaring bullying force as the light which was invading my brain. I closed my eyes hoping it all would go away and the room would turn into the glow of the night before.

I open them again still hiding behine my hair, but my heart breaks to discover that the cold reality of day is still there. I swallow my heart and try to steel myslef for what is irrevocably coming next.

I croak out, hoping the pain isn't too obvious, "Good Morning"

 

[cgraven]

The run back to the lodge through the deep powder was breath taking, but Jean's hart was not in it today

They where back safe as friends gathered around. Jean bends down on one knee and helped Ali take her skis off. A voice came calling through the crowed.

"Ali, Ali are you all right".

It was her boyfriend and he swept her into his arms and kissed her. He turned to Jean and pressed a roll of bills into Jean's hand.

"Thanks for getting her down safely."

Jean turned and left letting the money slip from his fingers, to the snow covered ground.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

My soul cringes at the sound of Steve, my body does the same as he grabs and kisses me...I try to pull away while realizing I can't let any of them know what happened in that cabin. They would never understand....

"Steve..I'm fine! I'm fine!"

As I gather myself my eyes freeze on the bills falling from Jean's hand. My heart sinks. No! Not to him. He is better than all of us. I loathed Steve in that moment knowing I would never forgive him.

"Jean"

Its all I can say.. hoping he heard the regret and apology in my voice.

Its then that I see the steely professionalism return to his face. My heart sinks deeper as I feel him slipping away from me. I fight the tears back.

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Nine months later Ali walks across her new campus. Accepted into the Graduate Philosophy Studies Program at Dartmouth, she is moving into her new apartment. She skips a beat, almost tripping, as she carries another load of clothes up the stairs. A new university. A new program. A new life. She feels a promise of a fulling life in the air, or was it just the change in seasons? Tomorrow she starts a new job too, a teacher's assistant position that helps her with her tuition.

She is on her own now.. completely.

 

[cgraven]

Paul-Jean Tougas- Bienoit PHD of Philosophy. Graduate of McGill University, Post graduate degrees from La Salla University. Veteran of the 22 Royal Canadian Engineers V. C. , D.S.O. for actions during the retreat at Dunkirk France 1940.

The announcement of my sabbatical at Dartmouth College sounded so pretentious as I read it. Well at least it was close to the Mountains, and winter was coming on. Winter. Well that was then and this is now.

I read again the notice that my office was in the McNutt building, sub-level.

"God they buried me in the basement." Such is the lot of the visiting professor.

Room 103. I opened the door and entered.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Ali wanted to make a good impression and was standing over an open file cabinent reading through some of the terms curriculum notes.

She heard footsteps outside the door, and realizing whoever it was, was going to come through her door.

She lifted her head as she heard the door open, and turned slightly to greet her new life.........