7 comments/ 19351 views/ 7 favorites A Mountain Escape By: passionatevagabond Hello Literotica! This is my first submission ever and I'm excited to see if anyone likes it. These stories are based on my experiences; names of course have been changed. Leave me some feedback and stay tuned for more installments on the story. -------------- It was a crisp December day in West Virginia on the top of Snowshoe Mountain. A bluebird day and as much visibility as one could ask for. "Jesus, there's nothing out here." Finn said with a smile. He was right, due to a massive radio wave telescope located about 30 miles away from the mountain, no cell towers were allowed to be installed in the area because of the wave interruption. People tend not to live where they can't have their phones. That was fine with Finn though, because it made for a beautifully remote wilderness, relatively untouched by the machine of industrialism. Finn had had an amazing last year and a half. It had been a kind of rebirth for him. The day after high school he moved from Nashville, TN to Colorado Springs with his oldest sister Rachel and her newborn son Heath. However, Rachel's husband had been deployed to Afghanistan right after the birth so Finn had become surrogate "daddy" for the first 8 months of Heath's life. After changing diapers, rocking him back to sleep in the middle of the night, and being woken up at the crack of dawn Rachel told Finn she had the swing of being a momma now and encouraged him to move on. After much deliberation, he took her advice and soon started teaching adult snowboard lessons at Copper Mountain in the high Rockies of Colorado. Once winter had drawn to a close though, Finn finally got his chance to go on a hike he had been planning for five years. After four and a half months he successfully hiked from Georgia to Maine covering 2,185.3 miles on the Appalachian Trail. The experience had made him confident, insightful, and just really likable. People love people who do things they wish they could. He had changed for the better. He found a new perspective on life; if he could carry everything he needed on his back to not just survive, but to thrive and be happier than he ever could than everyday "problems" seemed insignificant now. That confidence was desirable to everyone around him, and he had a way with making whomever he was talking to feel like the most important human being on earth. It's nice to feel important. He never let any of it go to his head though, there was a bigger picture than just himself. As a transition back into the "real world" at the completion of his Appalachian Trail thru hike, Finn and his other older sister (middle child) Kat had plans to backpack around Europe for about five weeks. They explored the crystal clear Aegean Sea around Greece, watched sunsets on the island of Santorini, marveled at the gothic architecture in Budapest, Hungary, and rode bicycles on the streets of Austria. Cheap wine welcomed them to Italy and they ventured across as much countryside as historic cities. Vineyards and sunflower fields stretched as far as the eye could see and he fell in love with the beauty of nature all over again for the millionth time. Then Barcelona beckoned for them to spend the late hours of the night in the countless salsa clubs, passionately intertwining with a partner while their sweaty bodies pressed hard against each, short of breath. Salsa is a dance for lovers, the dance floor is their bed and the music reverberates their rapid heartbeats. The journey ended in London, where it began. Despite feeling extremely thankful to be able to live a life like this, Finn never shook the feeling that there was a huge hole in his life. "I'm tired of being alone." Finn finally said to Kat while on their layover in the London airport. "I'm the kind of person that needs to take care of someone. I can't wait to have a girl in my life that I can treat like the princess she is," he said dreamily with a hint of sadness. "I have a feeling that'll happen sooner than you think. As soon as you stop looking, your dream girl is gonna bump right into you. I've always thought you were gonna be the kinda guy that never slept around or had meaningless relationships. There would be like one, maybe two, girls before the perfect one finds you." She assured him. "Thanks," he said. "That means a lot. Really." Because it was true, so true in fact that he was still a virgin. It never bothered him much like it did some of his buddies in high school though. Sex was a good thing. And used in the right context could be a great thing. He knew that whenever he found that girl he genuinely wanted to share it with, amazing things would happen. Not because of the actual act of sex, but because the girl must be something really special. He'd always had a list in his head of what he knew he wanted. It was a pretty strict list and so far, no girl had made the cut. Finn knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to wait for it. Once stateside, winter was rolling around again and Finn had secured a job at Snowshoe Mountain ski resort in West Virginia on a whim. All he knew was that he had to go to West Virginia. Little did he know, his life was about to change all because of one girl, the perfect girl. ------------------- Orientation was today and Finn was getting excited to meet some new people. Running a little late, he ran into the conference building to find orientation had started a few minutes prior. "Shit..." he thought, and immediately started scanning for a seat. "Next to fat, sweaty guy with sideburns... nope. A group of Venezuelan looking guys... maybe later. Wait, there's a seat next to that girl. That adorable girl..." She had dark curly hair that pulled up into a sporty ponytail and a fair complexion. No tanning beds or makeup for her, there was no need. She was beautiful, and confident enough to believe it herself. Oh shit, she just looked and saw me staring!" How long had I been looking? It had felt like years. We both shied our eyes away, but not before she threw me one of the most amazing smiles I had ever seen anywhere in the world. "Out of my league." I thought to myself after another second of deliberation and took a seat in the back near a younger looking guy. Throughout the entire orientation Finn couldn't keep his mind on anything but the girl 5 rows in front and 3 seats to the right of him. Not as if he had noticed... He loved the way she took studious notes and was genuinely interested in the presentation. Most everyone was about to fall asleep much less seem excited about when the company had been started. Entirely too soon, the speaker was thanking everyone and hoped it would be an excellent year, and if anyone needed help finding employee housing to stay behind for a bit. As everyone was getting up Finn panicked, "Oh god, what if I never see her again? Don't' be stupid Finn, you work on the same mountain, she can't get very far." Continuing a small battle in his own head while heading to his apartment, He didn't notice the very same girl walking the same direction as him. And then he saw her. His heart leaped into his throat and he felt as if he had swallowed a goldfish and it was swimming circles in his stomach. God she was cute. That hair he had stared at for the last hour, her milky skin that showed her youth but also the intelligence that she seemed to exude. And finally after what seemed a lifetime he muttered his old mantra to himself he had from when he was hiking the Appalachian Trail. "Ain't no thang. Ain't no thang. Ain't no thang." He had started saying it facetiously but soon found comfort in how simple and effective it was in cheering up his mood. You just gotta make fun of yourself from time to time, even hat means acting way more country than you actually are. "Ain't no thang." Finn let out a big breath and turned to the girl giving her the best smile he could muster. "Hey, I uh, noticed you in orientation this morning. My name's, uh, Finn. I'm Finn." She flashed that smile of hers at him again. That smile that could light up a room when it's dreary and raining outside, everyone said his smile did that but he'd never seen it. Not like this anyways, hers was real. It immediately made him feel better. "Hi Finn! That's a really great name. Your parents Mark Twain fans huh? It's lovely to meet you, my name's Lyla! So what're you gonna be doing up here in the middle of nowhere all winter?" She asked with an ever so slight West Virginian drawl accompanied by her smile again. "Lyla. That's a really nice name too. Yeah, I'm a full time youth snowboard and ski instructor, like the three to twelve year olds. I'm kinda nervous because I've only ever taught adults. I love kids, but it's kind of a scary thing being responsible for six tiny kids on a big ass mountain with slippery sticks attached to their feet and giant boots on. " Finn said with a nervous chuckle. Was he talking too much? He felt like it. He really felt like he'd become a puddle of the hot chocolate he smelled coming from a quaint café off to the side of Center Village. Then she laughed too and he couldn't believe it but her laugh might have been better than her smile. A person's laugh tells a lot about them. Lyla's laugh was the kind that exudes confidence and whimsicalness all at the same time. Like the perfect amount of woman mixed with just the right amount of little girl who still wants to be a princess. She didn't care what people thought of her, she seemed to be ok with who she was. Finn's items on his "list" were quickly being crossed off. "Hey I'm a youth ski instructor too! I guess we'll be a seeing a lot of each other. And I know what you mean, but I've never taught before! How do I think I feel?" She teased, "Where have you taught before?" "I lived in Colorado for a little over a year and was teaching at Copper Mt. last winter. It was a lot of fun, didn't make any money but I learned how to ride." Finn responded, getting more and more comfortable the more he looked into Lyla's eyes. Her demeanor was so welcoming; it was impossible to not be friendly to this girl. "Ooo I lived in Durango, Colorado for a while a couple years ago. I'd love to live there again someday..." Lyla said. Check, another item off the list. "Yeah I know what you mean! It's amazing there, and everyone is so happy. So you live this way or are you just following me?" He teased her. "Oh definitely not following you, just planning to rob you is all." Lyla said with a sly grin. "Great, I'll make sure to lock up the silver. Oh wait I don't have anything of value besides my snowboard. Please don't take that." Finn loved how easily their senses of humors were immediately interacting. This was the most comfortable he had felt around any girl besides his sisters or mom. Finn liked it, a lot. "So you ski or snowboard Lyla?" He asked her. This was a common question around the mountain and had made for a slight rivalry between skiers and snowboarders as usual. "I've skied since I was about 4, I actually grew up in the town closest to here and would come to Snowshoe a lot with my family. This place is like a second home to me." He could tell the place really did mean a lot to her. "So why did you just now decide to work here?" Finn asked inquisitively. "Well I graduated last spring with an environmental science major and was working a summer job doing bat research in the area. I loved it and knew from then on I wanted to do something in life that made me happy. So when that job ended for the summer and the snow started falling I thought about here and how I wanted to be here all the time. Then I was like, oh! I can be there all the time. So I applied and here I am! And here's my room! 236." Finn hadn't realized they had already walked across the mountain to the employee housing. It was entirely too soon to leave. Lyla's room was on the second floor on the backside of his building. He was on the 4th floor. "Well it was really nice walking and talking with you Finn." She said his name. He was hooked, he loved that she looked him in his eyes and wasn't uncomfortable about it. Lyla's eyes were a lot like his. In some light they would have a piercing green and in others deep brown that you could easily lose your way in. Hazel I guess is what people call it, but there can't a word for that. They were far too complex for a single word to describe that kind of beauty. Or how she would bite her lower lip a little when she would listen, to him, it was her concentration face. It was so fucking adorable. He wondered if she was feeling some of the things he was feeling. Regardless, he didn't want to leave her presence. He also didn't want to freak her out either. "Yeah, I honestly had a really great time too! I'd love to hang out with you again Megan." He said it because he really meant it. "I'll see you out on the hill." "Yeah, I'll see you soon." Lyla said with a beaming smile. Was it Finn's imagination or did she seem really reluctant to close the door too? Whether she was or wasn't they finally parted ways and Finn headed back up to his room. He was glad for the brisk wind that was blowing because he felt extremely warm. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Lyla, she was perfect for him and every fiber in his body screamed it. One body part in particular was certainly responding. It had been a while since Finn had even kissed a girl, much less had anything close to sex. Needless to say by the time he got back in his room, Finn had a raging hard on. Thoughts swimming through his mind of that smile, and those full lips. God, if she would lick her lips and get them nice and wet. Then slowly, ever so slowly, wrap them around the head of his cock. Back in his room, Finn packed up a bowl of Colorado green and inhaled deeply, reveling in the familiar sensation wash over him. He started to rub himself through his pants and quickly discarded them completely wanting nothing to distract him from his thoughts about Lyla. Taking another deep hit of the herb losing himself to the pleasure of it and the sensations of masturbating to the thought of Lyla. He thought about that tight shirt she had on reading "D&E Cross Country" She ran too? Check. He wanted to remember to ask her about it. But his immediate thoughts turned back to what was beneath the shirt. Perfect breasts, perky and standing out proud. C cups probably, they weren't too small, or too obnoxiously big. The perfect size to suck into his mouth or to hold onto while he slowly would fuck her from behind. He then recalled whenever the wind would pick up, how Lyla's nipples would stand straight out and proud. Just like her. He loved that she didn't wear a bra; again that was her confidence showing. Her body in general was exactly his type too. Not strangely skinny, but enough to show her natural womanly curves. They were in just the right places. Her jeans stretched across her hips and hugged a pair of incredibly sexy legs. Those legs went on for days and he longed to run a finger up and down them. Light enough to send ripples of pleasure through her and leave goose bumps trailing after his finger. Obviously she had to be a runner with legs like that. All of this was topped off by one of the best asses Finn had ever seen. Running mixed with skiing since you were four apparently will do that for you. But the why it swayed when she walked and bounced with each step. He had to have her sit on his lap and squeeze that ass while she grinded on his member. Finn kept stroking himself, taking his time. Not wanting to rush anything or lose the moment. He was drunk with love, and he had only talked to her once! Never had a girl had any kind of affect on him like this. Precum started to leak out the tip of his cock freely and he swirled it around the head and shaft for some lubrication. After about fifteen minutes of self-control and taking his time he decided it was time to release his seed for Lyla. He imagined he had Lyla bent over the armrest of the couch and she had that perfect ass sticking up towards him while she looked back over her shoulder with strands of hair plastered to her face with sweat. She too was drunk with love and lust. He drove his cock deep into her, over and over again. Soliciting moans of pleasure from his lover. His fingers could just barely touch wrapped around his cock and he continued to pump it slowly approaching the edge of climax. His eyes sealed tightly shut and wrinkled at the corners. His toes bent almost to the point of pain, but he loved it. He took his other hand and started to massage his balls as he felt them start to tighten, preparing for a massive orgasm. Faster and faster he stroked himself until a sea of ecstasy sent him to the shores of bliss. His eyes practically rolling back in his head as stream after stream of cum flew from his cock. He thought it would never end, as wave after wave pounded him of what felt like some heavy drug. He begged it would never end. Finn imagined Lyla on her knees with her tongue out and begging for more of his cum while being covered in it. She would lick her lips and suck on a finger coated in his cum. Slowly he came down from his mind numbing orgasm and remained there, still thinking about the girl he had never even thought to look for. -------------- As Lyla reluctantly closed the door when Finn left her heart was beating so fast she thought she was going to pass out. Who was she kidding; her heartbeat had been fast ever since she first spotted him when he stumbled into the conference room at orientation. He had looked so frazzled and disoriented is was adorable. She had tried to remain focused on the slideshow but her thoughts were wandering towards that boy. She desperately hoped he would talk to her but knew she was way too shy to ever make the first move. "Besides, he's way out of my league anyways" she thought. So when she noticed they were walking the same way and Finn started talking to her she was pleasantly surprised and impressed with him. There was a something in the way he carried himself, like he knew he was capable of anything. That was irresistible to her. And now, as she peeked at him through her window drapes walking away she let out a squeal and did her signature victory dance. Moving here was a definitely the right choice. "But I can't get involved with a guy! Remember Lyla, you're going away with the Peace Corps for two years come the end of summer and no matter how great he may seem you can't do that to him! It's selfish..." That's what Lyla told herself, but that's not at all what she believed or felt. She tried to watch a Netflix movie, but her thoughts always came back to Finn. The way the actor would smile, or how he made the actress laugh. It all came back to him. A passionate sex scene started in the movie and slowly, she started to give into her desire the more she imagined making love to Finn. Lyla started remembering his rugged looks, the stubble on his chin. She had always loved a man with some facial hair. And how his eyes would lock into hers and offer her 110% attention and care. He made her feel like the only person in the world and it made her feel so safe. Lyla's hands were softly trailing all over her tight, athletic body. She had been a late bloomer and not until recently had she started to get what she thought of as a woman's body. Now, she was very confident and comfortable with herself and her sexuality. But right now, she was horny. And she wanted, no, needed release. The exploration of her body continued and the stirring between her legs had grown into an animalistic desire. The scent of lust filled the room and Lyla's mind became clouded as her body took over and she let go completely, giving into the pleasure. She slipped off her shirt and laid back on her bed, spreading her legs open to give her the best access. Next she slowly slid her jeans over her round ass and down the smooth curve of her hips until she lay there in just a pair of black panties. She could already see the moisture leaking through from her pussy into the material. Lyla ran her fingers through it and brought it to her lips, tasting herself. "Hmm, delicious..." she thought and continued teasing her pussy. She hated to rush masturbating or sex. It seemed like the worst thing imaginable to rush, A Mountain Escape Ch. 02 Hey everyone thanks for all the feedback on Ch. 1! Glad some people enjoyed it. Hopefully this one isn't as sloppy as the last. Enjoy! A few weeks had passed by and both Finn and Lyla had continued talking but they were mostly busy with training. They had learned how to ski and snowboard even better and learning tons of techniques to effectively teach. Finally, after two weeks of training, it was over and all the new hires were able to relax. To celebrate, Finn and his quickly becoming new best friend Andrew were planning a party at Andrew's cabin. This wasn't some dank, cold, and out of date cabin in the woods though. Andrew and his dad had built it some ten years ago and after Finn had seen it, he knew he would be spending a lot of time there. Which was fine with Andrew who was getting lonely living by himself there all the time. "So what should we do tomorrow night?" Andrew asked Finn in the locker room after they had had their lessons for the day. "Well we need to invite people first man! You go ask whoever you know and I'll do the same. Deal?" Finn asked. "Deal." Andrew responded. And they went their separate ways to find some potential partygoers. "Any luck man? Everyone I asked said they felt weird going to a cabin in the woods with two dudes they don't really know that well. I think everyone's just gonna stay on the mountain and go out to the bars again." Finn told Andrew. "What the hell, who wouldn't wanna hang out at a sweet ass cabin and drink beer in a hot tub while it's snowing?!" "I don't know, but I didn't have any luck either. You can't think of anyone else to ask?" Andrew said desperately. "The cabin needs people in it! Such a waste, if they would just go they'd see how perfect it is." "Well, there is one person I haven't asked..." Finn had been avoiding Lyla mostly because he was terrified to ask her to come with him. "Would it be cool if I invited Lyla?" "Dude, if she'll come, by all means. Better lock that down while you can man." He said with a sly grin. "There aren't that many girls on the mountain and there's a whole lot of sausage if you know what I mean." That thought only made Finn more nervous. Why would an amazing girl like that be interested in him? He had to try though, if he didn't he'd regret it the rest of his life, and he definitely wasn't interested in that. Just as they were packing up their boots and snowboards, Lyla walked into the locker room. How could someone make the bright blue uniform and helmet hair look that good? It wasn't even real, it couldn't be. Andrew had to elbow Finn in the side to get him to stop staring and told him, "I swear to God if you bitch out you're never allowed back to the cabin again. " "Shut up, I'll ask her when we walk back to the apartments. I'll catch up with you later and tell you when we're coming over tomorrow." Finn said trying to sound more confident than he felt. What was wrong with him? He was always Mr. Confident, not some kid who stumbled over his words and was nervous to ask a girl to a party. "Ain't no thang." Finn mumbled to himself. "That's the spirit buddy! Call me later. I'm gonna go get a beer, twenty dollar tips for days, woohoo!" Andrew yelled as he left the locker room. After stalling for a little bit, Finn saw Lyla getting ready to leave so he quickly threw his snowboard boots on the dryers and laced up his regular boots just as she left. Trying not to seem too eager he strolled out of the locker room and then raced up the steps to chase Lyla down without her realizing. That didn't work out to well as he nearly body checked her to the ground when rounding the corner at the top of the stairs. "Oh shit Lyla! I'm so sorry, are you ok?!"He frantically helped, looked her over to see if he had hurt her. Rather she just gave him that signature smile. "I'm totally fine, but if it happens again you're getting pushed down those stairs!" She teased. Finn helped her pick up her skis and their hands touched as they both reached for them. They felt electricity course through their hands and throughout their entire bodies. However, neither knew whether to acknowledge it or not. "Yeah, you have my permission to do that." He hesitated and started stuttering a little. "Was there anything else Finn?" She asked sweetly. She could tell he wanted to ask her something and she was getting excited herself. Lyla wanted to see if he would make the first move again. "Yeah, so my good friend Andrew, he has this cabin at the bottom of the mountain. Well we've been trying to get people to come down and hang out, drink some beer you know. Oh and there's a hot tub! The stars should be excellent tonight too, you won't wanna miss it. I promise you'll have a good time!" Finn stammered, he didn't have to wait long for her answer. Almost immediately, Lyla beamed at him and all but yelled, "Yes! That sounds like an awesome time! Is it just gonna be you and Andrew? Should I bring beer? Can I have a ride?" She was so excited she was spitting questions out like bullets. "Sorry, I'm just excited to get off this mountain and hang out with you two, you're my two favorite people here!" Finn was sure his knees were gonna give out with that last part. Her favorite people? "Yeah, umm, yeah! I can give you a ride. We should have plenty to drink since it'll just be us three. We've got Yuengling and Sam Adams. Or you like Woodchuck?" "Woodchuck's my absolute favorite!" Lyla squealed with excitement. "Perfect, well after work tomorrow I'll come get you at your place if that's fine. Don't forget a swimsuit for the hot tub. I'm excited now!" Finn told her. "Ok definitely, and me too! Want to walk with me Finn?" She asked innocently, accompanied by a smile. "Nothing would make me happier." He replied genuinely, returning her smile. ------------- As Lyla and Finn pulled up to Andrew's cabin Lyla was pleasantly surprised. The cabin was at the top of a treacherous driveway that had a foot of snow on it, but it made for a solitary, serene feeling. Strings of lights were hung across the top of the porch illuminating a fire pit, a ring of chairs, and two big glass doors that opened up into a beautiful living area. The space was simple and just rustic enough. A wood burning stove brought a welcoming warmth to the place accompanied by the familiar smell of burning pine. The cabin was made out of cedar, which made the whole place smell like a perfect mixture of Christmas, winter, nature, and familiarity. There were giant, soft couches wrapped around an impressive television with a stereo system hooked up to it. But the windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling were still Finn's favorite feature. They offered an immaculate view of the surrounding forest that was currently covered in a foot of snow that was still gently falling. Andrew, led Lyla upstairs to complete the tour and showed her the master bedroom with a giant king sized bed with a welcoming down comforter and equally inviting pillows. In the loft there were two twin size beds with tree branch bedposts that were usually reserved for Andrew's little sisters but were up for grabs to anyone who wanted now. "Andrew, this place is... amazing..." Lyla said starry eyed. "I know! I don't know why nobody would come. I don't want to kill anyone; I just want to share this place with everyone! My dad and me built this place from the ground up. We would camp before the roof and everything was done. He's an amazing guy." Andrew proudly said. "He must be to build such a beautiful home. Thank you so much for letting me come Andrew." Lyla said in her sincere tone that Finn loved so much. "So where's the beer?" Over the next few hours the three discussed how their first few weeks had gone and exchanged stories of nightmare lessons and runaway kids. Finn had a kid get going down the hill who had freaked out and forgot how to stop and ran smack dab into a wooden fence so hard he broke one of his skis in half. That story won so far for worst lesson experience. A few beers deep, they were all laughing hysterically. "I say we get our hot tub on." Finn suggested and the other two agreed. Finn was right about the stars being good tonight. Good would be an understatement. Above the hot tub was an opening in the trees that allowed them all to gaze at the Milky Way, shooting starts, and all the constellations they could name. For a while, nobody said much besides "Oh, make a wish!" or the occasional "Whoa..." After about an hour of this Andrew said he was going to go dry off and pick out a movie for them to watch. Finn and Lyla decided to hang back for a while longer. "Suit yourself, you're only delaying the inevitable of having to walk through all this snow barefoot to get to the warmth of the cabin. " Andrew said with a devilish laugh. "Don't forget to put the top on he yelled back after high stepping up the stairs into the inviting cabin. The warm water, pulsing jets, the stars, gently falling snow, and an amazing guy sitting next to Lyla overwhelmed her and she realized how happy she was. She was happy with right now. Not what might come in the future or with things that had already happened, but incredibly satisfied with right now. She always thought it sad how most people are never happy in their current circumstance. Lyla could tell that Finn was extremely happy in his "now" as well and she loved that he didn't feel the need to have to talk, but rather just sit and appreciate or contemplate the beauty around them. He was one of the most intriguing men she had ever met and found herself forgetting the beauty of the stars the more she thought about him. As these feelings welled up inside her she slide over to Finn and laid her head on the space between his shoulder and under his chin. With his heart pounding in his chest, Finn wrapped his arm around her and rested his chin on top of her head. Lyla looked up at Finn and he stared back into her eyes with what looked like complete understanding and caring. "Finn, you're really great. I'm just, I don't know. I didn't expect to find... you. Here. I'm really glad I did though." She said barely above a whisper. "I know exactly what you mean Lyla, I know we haven't known each other for a long time yet but I truly feel I've finally found someone special. I've never met anyone like you. You just, you get it. You never worry about the things that don't matter and you take the time to appreciate the things that do. You know, it still amazes me how many things had to happen for us to meet. I mean, I had never even heard of Snowshoe until a couple months ago and I applied here as an afterthought. Now, I don't even want to imagine not coming here. Not meeting you..." He told her, intently staring back at her, not wanting the moment to ever end. "Finn, I know exactly what you mean. I was thinking the same exact thing. It's like everything that's happened up to this point in our lives prepared us for this moment. I wouldn't change anything." Lyla whispered as she lightly stroked his chest. She couldn't ever remember feeling this safe. Not with any of her exes, friends, no one. He had a way of calming her down and reminding her what was important in life. She never wanted that arm to leave her. "Tell me a story Finn. Please." She asked him. He chuckled. "About what?" "Anything really, I just want to learn more about who Finn is and where he comes from." Over the next two hours the two told stories back and forth, making each other laugh and sad at times. But neither had ever shared this much about themselves to anyone before, much less this quickly. But it was so easy for them to talk to each other. They each genuinely cared about what the other was saying and after a while Finn realized how late it had gotten. "Damn, I guess we left Andrew hanging on the movie." Finn said, "Maybe we should call it a night, we do both work tomorrow. Bright and early!" He said with sarcastic enthusiasm. They threw the cover over the hot tub as quickly as possible and ran inside; as they were both certain they had frostbite. "Ahhh geez Louise I'm fffffucking freezing." Lyla stammered through chattering teeth. Andrew had gone to bed and the stove's fire was about to go out. "I'll get the fire going and we'll warm up in a second, I promise." Fin assured her. "In the meantime, you go change and this should be going shortly." He said as he grabbed a couple logs. Lyla went upstairs and put a pair of running shorts on with a comfy sweater and some thick wool socks. As she returned downstairs Finn was putting the finishing touches to the fire before lighting it. She watched as he deftly assembled the logs and got a newspaper to light. Within minutes, he had an inferno going and they were both huddling around the stove for warmth. "Quite impressive sir. Nothing like creating fire and warmth to impress a girl." Lyla said half seriously with a shaky chuckle. Finn wrapped his blanket around her and said, "Well I've had some practice, I did kind of walk across the country. I may or may not have made a couple fires along the way." He said. The scent of her hair filled his nostrils as she nestled into him once again as they stared into the fire. Again, neither had to say anything. They were perfectly content just being close to each other. After they had warmed up considerably and the cabin was starting to heat up Finn asked Lyla if she was ready for bed as he noticed her stifling a yawn. Not wanting to move but also silently begging for sleep, the two reluctantly got up and headed to the upstairs. Something about picking up little kids in skis and riding all over the mountain all day, everyday really makes you tired. The few steps leading upstairs provided enough time for the butterflies to return back in Finn's stomach as he was trying to figure out how bed arrangements were going to work. Before he could think about it too long, however, Lyla sleepily asked him, "Hey Finn, it's still really cold up here. Would you mind sleeping by me tonight? If it makes you feel weird then it's totally fine. But... I'd really like you to." "Literally nothing would make me happier Lyla. Thank you for trusting me." He lightly kissed her forehead sending chills through Lyla all the way down to her toes giving warmth to her body no fire could ever provide. She took his hand in hers and led him to one of the twin beds. She crawled under the plush down comforter and Finn slipped in behind her. The moonlight cast a calming blue over the room and both knew this was exactly where they wanted to be, in each other's arms. Lyla snuggled back into Finn's chest as his arms tightened around her. Finn had never felt this with any girl, plain and simple. For the first time in his life he wasn't chasing "the next big thing." Lyla was literally all he wanted, and he had no intentions of losing her. There were no clouded thoughts of lust, only love. Or at least what Finn assumed the beginnings of what love is. "Goodnight Lyla, thank you so much for being amazing." She turned her face towards his and saw the moonlight glint in his deep green eyes. "Finn, you're the most perfect guy for me I've ever met. I feel like things are moving so fast, but I don't want it to stop at all. I actually can't wait to see where we go." They paused as what she said sank in. "I couldn't agree more sweetheart, I'm quickly falling in love with you. Hard." He held her face with his left hand, softly stroking her cheek with his thumb and slowly pulled her into the most perfect kiss either one had ever experienced. Lyla could feel the breath from his nose and his masculine scent overtook her senses. All that existed was their connection; his fingers intertwining in her hair, the feel of his chest and arms sent Lyla into bliss. Lyla's tongue snaked out to gently taste his lips. His tongue met hers soon after and the two timidly began to explore each other's mouth. Their tongues began a slow, passionate salsa dance with Finn leading her around the dance floor, then Lyla would take over for a moment. Both were quickly becoming aroused, but before things escalated Finn broke off the kiss and took Lyla's face in both hands. "Lyla, I really, really care about you. I don't want my desire to infest my feelings about you before we even get to start this thing." Lyla looked confused and a little hurt. "Sweetheart, this isn't because I don't desperately want you, it's because I know you're worth waiting for. If we wait and grow, and really get to know one another, everything will be so much better. I promise." Finn gave her another kiss before she answered. No one had ever talked to her like this. Every ex-boyfriend she had ever had slept with her as soon as she "let" them. This was different and the thought made her tear up slightly. "Baby please don't cry, I'm so sorry." Finn started to say. Lyla cut him short, "No, it's not that. I just can't believe you would do that for me. Thank you so much Finn, you've treated me better than anyone has in my entire life." She pulled him down into another passionate kiss and the two finally untangled their bodies and settled in for bed. Lyla pressed back into Finn's firm chest once again with his arms wrapped tightly around her. She had never felt so protected or loved. A Mountain Escape She imagined it wasn't her hands, but Finn's moving all over her body. Slowly, but deliberately. He would move with confidence and taking the time to get to know her body. How she loved a hand sliding behind her head to take her into a passionate kiss. Their tongues would duel with other and tentatively explore each other's mouths, eventually picking up the pace to keep up with the lust they had for each other. And his fingers would wrap in her hair causing the perfect amount of pain. Or a light touch up one of her sides grazing the side of her breast all the way up her arm causing s tingling all over her body. Up her arm Finn's hand would go until their fingers were intertwined. Lyla's hand slipped under her panties and massaged her bare flesh between her legs allowing herself the pleasure only for a moment before moving to the sides of her pussy, teasing herself. It was swollen and soaking wet at this point. Her breath was getting shorter and she would let out little whimpers every once in a while. Gently, Lyla slipped a finger into her depths and coated it in her juices. She brought the finger up and inhaled her sex before licking it clean and returning it to her eagerly awaiting hole. She picked up her pace imaging Finn was the one fucking her. No, not fucking, but making love to her. Nobody had ever made love to her and she desperately wanted it. She needed it. Lyla slipped in a second digit and let out a low guttural moan as if it were his cock stretching her. She wished she could look him in the eyes as he filled her completely, physically and emotionally. "Oh god Finn, yes." She started in just over a whisper. Slowly getting louder as she was nearing her climax. "Fuck, that feels amazing, don't stop. Please don't stop. Ahhh, this is what I need." Lyla breathed out, completely lost in her fantasy. She started plunging her two middle fingers deep into her pussy until it started making loud squishing noises. Her juices were running freely now and her entire hand was well lubricated. With the increased pace, so did her breathing and dirty talk to herself. "Ah fuck, yes! Fuck that pussy, oh god I'm gonna cum soon. I want to cum for you so bad baby! Oooh, ahhh, shit, yes!" She screamed out as her body was wracked with one of the strongest orgasms of her life. She felt weightless, as if her body had just been plunged into outer space and everything that mattered or she worried about was forgotten. The warmth that washed over her felt like a visit to the beach after a long winter and the sun kisses your body like you never remembered. Lyla had never felt this way about anyone so quickly. It scared her and excited her all at the same time. But she had to remember; she was leaving the country in six months. ------------- Stay tuned for Part II.