1 comments/ 8902 views/ 1 favorites The Coolie By: Suite21men Trinket & Pieter Chill Out (c)2010 Erik Nelson This is a work of fiction. All characters and events and places are conceived in my mind and are born and raised in the bits and bytes on my computer. In memory of Rachel and Tom. "Yello." "Hey Pieter. What's happening?" "Hi Rachel. Just hangin'." "Tom and I are going to the condo this weekend. Wanna go?" "You don't have to ask twice." "Oh, we'll be bringing a friend. We expect to be there about six, Friday night." "Great! See ya then." As I am hanging up the phone, I am chuckling to myself. I have known Rachel and Tom for quite a few years now. I thought for sure they'd be married by now but they keep telling their parents they don't want to go there and aren't looking for babies. However, they are very committed to each other. I am chuckling because of Rachel's 'friend' remark. Either she is jealous of my single life or she feels a concern that I will remain a unattached. Rachel and sometimes even Tom seem to make it their duty to fix me up every chance they get. Setting up blind dates for movies, concerts, dinners, what have you. Some of the women I had an interest in, but most had some baggage I didn't care for. A lot of those dates were just tedious and I tried to bow out as much as I could get away with. When they bought the three bedroom, two bath, ski in/out condo, I couldn't bow out of that offer. You see, I have a passion for skiing. I have been skiing all my life and after college, I worked as a patroller for a couple of years before I felt the need to get a real job. So, every other weekend and most holidaze, they would invite me up the condo knowing I couldn't refuse. Darn near every time, they would bring a 'friend', hoping I might take a shine to one. Yeah, sure. Like the one who spent all weekend crying about something. I never figured out what. Then there was that one who just wanted to sit in the bar and drink. She was drunk by three Saturday afternoon and passed out by six. I didn't see much of her on Sunday, either. How about the one who didn't even ski. Just spent the whole weekend with her head buried in a book. I'll never forget Nancy. She seduced me Friday night and we ended up spending the whole weekend in bed. I found out later, she was married at the time and was using me as retaliation for the problems she was having with her husband. Rachel apologized but I told her I didn't terribly mind being used in that fashion. It's not like I fell in love with her or anything. There were a couple of gals I kinda liked but they seemed really cold to me. I don't know where Tom and Rachel find these women but I play along with their game because they are good friends and, when they are not trying to fix me up, we have a great time together. I am thinking about all those attempts to get me hooked up as I am driving to the resort. It is becoming sort of like one of those 'reality' shows on TV that have come to be so popular. Every other weekend there is a new cast member who adds drama to the mix then goes away never to be seen again. I am mildly curious to see who the newest character will be. It started snowing like crazy about fifteen minutes after I left my house which gave me another half hour to reminisce about these 'friends' rather than the normal hour drive. One of these days, I will start to pay more attention to the weather. I pull into the condo parking lot around 6:30 with about eight inches of snow on the ground. Yep. There is their car. Leaving my skis on the rack, I grab my boots and bag and bound up the stairs to their unit. Rachel greets me at the door with a great big hug and I give Tom a strong embrace also. "How was the journey?" Tom asks. "It was hell. Snow was flying so thick it was hard to see where I was going. I was in four wheel drive most of the way. I hope there is still some scotch left." "Yeah, there is. Nobody else drinks it 'cept you, so if you didn't finish it off last time, it is still here." I pour myself a stiff drink of The Macallam 25. A fine whiskey I bought especially for drives like I just made. It gets stressful when I can't see more than fifty feet ahead of me. The fat flakes were coming down and being reflected on the headlights. The normal identity to the road was covered in white and I had to scramble for clues to find out where the road goes. I am sipping my drink engaging in small talk, beginning to feel relaxed, as Tom tells me that, when he and Rachel heard of the storm, they took off work early and only had to endure fifteen minutes of those awful conditions. I really need to start checking the weather. Rachel then informs me of reservations for dinner at seven four blocks down the street. I think of the friend as she is not here. "So, Rachel. I thought you had mentioned a friend that was going to be here. I'm curious to see who you have come up this time." She laughs. "You've got me figured out, haven't you." "I will never assume I have you figured out." Rachel laughs again. "Trinket decided to go for a walk when we got here. She'll meet us at the restaurant." "In this storm and cold?" I ask incredulously. It's about five degrees outside. "She said she wanted to stretch her legs. Drink up it's time to go." Intrigued, I finish my drink and we are snow people as we arrive at Shoosh Mon's, a Jamaican/French restaurant. As I am brushing the whiteness off of my coat and hat, and watching the people come in, I see a woman walk in shaking and stomping as the sparkling snow floats off her on to the atrium floor grates. She pulls off her hat and runs her fingers through her thick, jet black tresses that fall just about to her shoulder blades. I can't help noticing her curves. Nice curves. Sexy curves. Perfect curves. She hesitates for a split second as she sees me and smiles a nervous smile. Her smile gets bigger as she recognizes Rachel and Tom. She comes over an gives Rachel a hug. "Trinket, this is our good friend Pieter, the guy I told you about." "Hi Pieter. Nice to me you." Extending her hand, her voice is reminiscent of birds singing their song on a beautiful warm spring morning. "Hey, Trinket. How was your walk?" My fingers wrap around her sweet, delicate fingers. "Ooh. Extremely delightful. It is so quiet as the snow muffles every sound except the crunching and squeaking of my boots against the cold snow. Kind of hypnotic." "I know what you mean." I do know what she means. I have been there many times myself. Our table is called and as we are being seated, I, beyond my control, position her chair and move it in as she sits down and seat myself next to her. I see Rachel raising her eyebrow. I ignore that gesture. The next couple hours are spent in delightful conversations. Trinket would nudge me in the side in response to a joke I told. I would slap her hand playfully as she tries to steal my desert. Our knees, with their nervous energy, bump against each other. I, seeing some of her hairs on her face while she is talking, brush those wisps away from her intense, deep blue eyes. Even Tom is raising his eyebrow now which I, again, ignore. We finish our dinner and the two bottles of wine and take that walk back through the falling snow. Tom and Rachel leading the way with us lagging behind arm in arm. You know. It is slippery. We might fall. I'm falling. We get back to the condo and make our preparations for bed and the coming day. As I am preparing the coffee pot, Trinket comes in the kitchen wearing a silky mid thigh nightgown covering her luscious body. I admire her bare legs and hazard to guess there is nothing underneath her sleep wear. "Hey, Pieter. It is nice being with you tonight. I am looking forward to skiing with you tomorrow." "Me too. You're great company to be around." She hugs me. What a soft and warm feeling and such a good fit to my frame. I am savoring her smells as I embrace her longer than I hugged Rachel earlier in the morning. Much longer than I embraced Tom. Lightly massaging her back. My hands are confirming my guess. I feel her hands massaging my back and I am just getting ready to kiss her when she pulls away. "Goodnight." "See ya in the morning." I finish my preparations for the morning and crawl into my bed. I don't fall asleep too fast though. Rachel and Tom may have gotten it right this time. Uh Oh. I am wide awake at 6:30 am. The snow in the parking lot is now about fourteen inches. I have my constitutional and shower noticing the feminine smells and accouterments in our shared bathroom. By 7:15, I am starting to prepare breakfast. I do not claim to be a chef by any means, but I like the ingredients involved in the morning meal. Today, I decide to cook what I call a Mexican omelet. I adapted the recipe from an all inclusive vacation to Mexico a while back. Heat up the griddle, whip two eggs per person, and have everyone prepare little ramekins of what they want in their concoction. Pour the eggs on the griddle, dump the ingredients, let cook, fold into thirds, flip and voila, a tasty breakfast. Add meat and bread and it becomes hearty. Tom and Rachel have become used to me cooking breakfast so they are not surprised. The reaction from Trinket is a mixture of surprise and disbelief. I just blow that off. Big deal. A man cooks and yeah, I clean up. Why the wonder? As we sit down to eat, Trinket turns on the TV. It's ten degrees outside and the wind is blowing as we savor our morning repast listening to the weather report. The forecast tells us that the storm should be over by two or there abouts. By 8:15 the kitchen is cleaned up and I am ready to hit the slopes. Tom and Rachel say the conditions are too nasty for them and they are going shopping this morning. I am excited about the fresh snow. "I'm looking forward to this powder. If we hurry we can get first chair." Trinket says. Rachel suggested we meet at Slope Side for lunch around one in the afternoon and it was agreed by all. Trinket and I go off to the lifts. I have a season pass but I stand in line with her while she gets her ticket. Legal now, we get first chair. As we ride up, we don't talk much as we hunker down shielding ourselves from the elements. At the top I ask her what she wants to ski. She says she will follow me. Not knowing what kind of abilities she has, I lead her down a mild blue slope, Billy's Bob. She has no problem with that terrain even the bumps. She even has a certain sexiness in the way she moves down the mountain. On the next ride up on a chairlift, I start to inquire her on her abilities. "How long have you been strapping on the boards?" "I don't know. Most of my life. My mom and dad got me into the sport when I was about six or so. I was on my college ski team for a while. What about you?" "Pretty much the same. Never on a team, though. The university I went to only had football and basketball as their sports. I just come out here, have fun, and become one with the mountain. So, where would you like to go next?" "I warmed up on that last run. How a black run?" "Sounds good to me." We reach the top and I lead her down Sharon's Steppes. Challenging bur not scary. Once again, she has no problem. Hmm. Can she actually keep up with me? Each ride up and each ski down, as we make first tracks, I find she has close to the same abilities as me. Pretty soon it is close to one o'clock and we head to Slope Side to meet Rachel and Tom. We find them among the crowds that are now thinning out. Rachel gives me a hug and Tom does the same to Trinket. We order lunch. Rachel can't hide her curiosity. "How are you guys doing?" "We are having a great time." "Yeah. He can even keep up with me." Trinket says as she grins at me. "We had an interesting offer this morning." Tom allows. "What's that?" "You tell 'em, Rachel." "Well, in one of the shops we were visiting, I noticed a brochure talking about a mountain experience. Dinner, drinks, sleigh ride, and a romantic night in a cabin for two." "That sounds like a sexy, wonderful thing to do." Trinket says. "Tom and I thought so too, so we booked it for tonight. We decided it would be good for us. They are picking us up at three this afternoon" Rachel winks. Both Trinket and I are taken aback at this revelation. "I was hoping to ski with you two this weekend." I protest. "There is always another time. Trinket, I hope we can convince Pieter to give you a ride home as we're not sure when we'll get through from this extravaganza." "I'll get Trinket back." I offer. "Well, it is settled then. See you in town." Rachel says winking again as she gives me and then Trinket a hug. "Thanks. Ski ya in town." As I hug Tom. Trinket and I are curious at this turn of events but we soon forget about Tom and Rachel as we slide down the slopes. It seems we are finding multiple excuses to use so we can touch each other. Arm here. Head there. Holding hands longer than expected. Her feeling my blonde beard. Sitting closer together on the lift. Gazing into each others eyes as we talk. Me, gliding up behind ever so slowly while she is admiring the awesome view and me admiring that awesome different view, softly bumping into her. "Oops. Sorry." ~~~ "Where do you want to go next?" I say as we reach the top. "Cathy's Couloir looks interesting." "Ok. I'll follow you." The clouds are becoming far and few between, the wind is dying down and the temperature is warming up nicely as we navigate our way down this steep, narrow slope. We end up going through the trees. There are no tracks before us as we float on that champagne powder. When we come to a clearing that turns flat, Trinket glides to a stop as do I. We are the first ones here according to the virgin snow we see. The vista is gorgeous. The town below. The white mountain peaks on the other side of the valley. The lake in the middle. The endless dark blue cloudless sky. "Look at this view!" She exclaims. "Hey! Let's have a picnic here tomorrow." "That sounds like fun. Hope the weather cooperates." "It's supposed to be nice." We ski down and realize that the upper lifts have closed. We play on the lower mountain till the last ride up. Around 4:30 we make our way back to the condo. "We need to go to the store and get some things for our picnic.." "Sounds good to me." I say as we are putting our skis away. We walk to the store in our ski clothes and après ski boots, deciding together on the eats and the wine and bring our purchases back to the condo. As we are preparing tomorrow's repast, Trinket asks, "Rachel says this condo has a hot tub and a sauna. Is that true?" "It does. Not only that, I have never seen children in it." "Oh! Sounds perfect, let's go!" We change into our swimsuits, put our robes on and meander to the spa. "Ooh. This feels good." Trinket says as we slip into the hot tub. I slink in opposite from her and we start to play footsies basking in the warm water. Savoring in Trinket's eyes through the rising steam. We are the only ones here. "What do you think we should eat tonight?" "Oh, I don't know. Once I get out of here, I am not going to feel like going out. A movie on the TV might be good." "Have you heard of Suzy Chaffee?" "You mean Suzy 'Chapstick'? Oh wow, she is like, my idol." "No way. Really? Mine too. There is a DVD at the condo. Hows about we order a pizza, make some popcorn and watch some of them?" "Sounds like the ideal idea." We get out of the water before just before we turn into pickles and go back to the condo agreeing on the toppings for the pizza. "I have to take a shower to wash those hot tub chemicals off of me." "So do I. Who first?" "There are two showers." "Oh, yeah. Tom and Rachel aren't here" As I have fewer 'shower necessities' to move, I use the other one. After my shower, I change into street clothes and light the fire in the wood stove. Trinket, in her street clothes, orders the pizza and the fire is starting to kick off heat as the pizza arrives. "I think a beer would be good with this." I say as I crack open two bottles. "Mmm." Is all she replies. We finish our dinner making light conversations. I cook the popcorn in a kettle and when it is popped, I pronounce. "Ready to watch Suzy?" "I am." With the fire stoked, we sit on the couch a respectable distance between us and the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table as we start watching 'Fire and Ice.' We are both mesmerized as we watch Suzy do her incredible ballet on skis while we get fistfuls of popcorn and sip our beers. I haven't seen this movie in a long time and am transfixed with it as I get my next handful. What I end up grabbing is not popcorn. It is a hand. A hand that doesn't jerk away. A hand that embraces mine. A hand that is much more enticing than the movie. I look into Trinket's eyes as I bring it to my mouth kissing it softly, licking off the salt and butter. She looks into my eyes as she pulls my hand to her face and presses her soft, beautiful lips on my fingers. We sit closer and by the end of the movie, her head is resting on my shoulder and my arm is around her. Watching the credits, we sit there, not moving while the screen goes dark. My bladder is talking to me but Trinket feels so nice and smells so good next to me, I am afraid if I get up, this spell will be broken. Never to be retrieved again. The spell is broken when she says, "I need to pee." "Me too." We go do our business. I am having a difficult time aiming, though, after a minute or two I am able to relieve my bladder without making too much of a mess to be cleaned up. After, I add more wood to the fire and see that it is a little past eight. "Do you want to watch another movie?" I ask. "What do you have in mind"." "I wouldn't mind watching Greg Stump's 'The Blizzard of Aahhhs!'" "Yeah. That's a classic, but I want to change into something more comfortable." "Sounds like an ideal idea." I change into my sleep shorts and shirt buttoning only the middle button and get the video ready. Trinket comes out in that same pink silky night gown she wore last night when she gave me that sensuous hug. Though, she now has the matching bottoms on. She is sitting close to me, our thighs touching as I start the video. I put my arm around her and draw her in close clenching and unclenching the side of her waist, enjoying the feel of her sexy night gown as I tempt fate by getting closer to her breast. Trinket's hand is lightly massaging my bare knee and thigh. As much as I have a passion for skiing, I am not thinking about the movie. My mind is focused on this angel, this goddess next to me. We have been watching the flick for only about five minutes when I feel the need to make a comment about something. "Trinket?" Her eyes look at me. I totally forget what I was going to say as I gaze into those beautiful, soulful windows. My body knows what to say. I kiss her. She kisses me back with a passion. Our tongues are now engaged in that loving dance. My other hand is getting braver and makes its way to her right breast, gently feeling it. Enjoying the softness. Feeling the hardening nipple through that sensuous, smooth cloth. We break the kiss. "W-We are going to miss the movie." "It's a DVD. We can stop and start it whenever and wherever we want." To prove my point, I press the pause button. "Oh, yeah." She giggles as we resume the togetherness of our lips with growing urgency. She unbuttons that one button on my shirt and runs her hand sexily over my chest, squeezing my own nipple and breast with her delicate hand. I get braver and slip my hand under her night shirt and cup her bare tit. My blood is pumping stronger and faster than any ride down any slope. My whole body is trembling as she reaches to my manhood and I am unable to stifle my groan as she starts stroking me. My fingers are not idle. I find her sex under those silky bottoms and move those lips back and forth eliciting a guttural moan out of her. Slipping one finger into this goddess, I find she is far from dry. I get a good coating, pull out and as she is watching me, I stick that finger in my mouth, savoring the liquids coating my digit. I go back for some more and find her hand in the way. I pull her hand to my lips and slowly, lovingly lick her glorious essence off her fingers, kissing them till there is no more. I am drawn to the source of this nectar and slide her bottoms off. My whole body is shaking and I am hardly breathing but breathing hard as I bask in the scents that define Trinket. As I taste the delightful concoction of her flavors, Trinket is singing me a song. "Mmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmmm." Her fingers are conducting my head, mouth and tongue in this symphony we are creating together. Her crescendo arrives and as she stiffens, I am transported to a place where there is no air. There is no gravity. There is no time. There is only us. Only our passion. Only our lust. Only our love. The Coolie She is breathing heavily. "Mmm. Mmmm." Her beautiful song continues. "Oh, Pieter!" She pulls my head up to her face, kissing me deeply, passionately, lovingly, tasting the result of her emotions. "Please fuck me! Now!!!" How can I resist this woman? This Goddess! This Angel! This beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, desirable, intelligent, wanting, loving, lustful, humorous, like minded woman. I need to be forever joined with Trinket! I need to be joined now! The train enters the tunnel! Whoo! Whoo! The whistle blows as we pound against each other creating those orchestral melodies that are in sync to the beating of our hearts. The bridge has now been crossed and Trinket sings her praises to her spiritual mentor as I detonate my nuclear explosion, the result of my twenty-four hours of pent up fury. I collapse on her, as I arrive back to the place we call reality. In my relaxed state, I am not immune to what I am feeling. The soft skin. The light kisses on my neck. The arms wrapped around me tightly. The multitude of aromas I am smelling. Sweat. Pussy juice. Cum. Shampoo. Soap. Perfume. Smoke from the fire. Popcorn. Pizza. Beer, all adding to my attraction for Trinket. "Are you married?" She laughs as she answers. "Now, why would you ask a question like that?" I tell her the story of Nancy. "No, I'm not married but, I am kind of interested in this guy I just met." My heart is doing the trampoline boogie. Went way up when she tells me she is not married then sinks real low when she tells me of that guy. She notices. "You silly man. That guy is you!" I am off to visit the Moon, Mars, Venus and beyond! "I think I'm falling in love with you!" "Me too, you!" We embrace and kiss some more. "Ready for more Blizzard?" "That'll be nice." I press play. Fifteen minutes later I am pressing pause again as we are unable to keep our bodies away from each other, culminating in the joys of love. Two times more we pause the film and find joys in our release. We finally give up and say we will have to see Greg's movie another day and hug our way to my bed. I am now in my element as we snuggle close with my arm around Trinket. We drift off to sleep as I am caressing her breast. Oh! What heavenly joy! I am dreaming the dreams of satisfaction. Of fulfillment. Of love. Of a beautiful, intelligent woman. Of Trinket. When I open my eyes and see the clock telling me it is 6:30, I revel in the recollection of those dreams and then, realize Trinket is still beside me. She is asleep as I delight in drinking in her beauty. I have to kiss her again. She stirs and wraps her arms around me. We revisit the palace of delights once again and enjoy the ensuing fireworks. I skip my morning shower. I want the Trinket's essence and the product of our coupling to stay on me, to be absorbed into my body by osmosis. To become one with me. I never want to wash again lest I lose what I have found. Trinket doesn't shower either. "What do you want for breakfast?" "Let's go out." We head over to Penelope's Puffs as the sun is shining. Trinket drinks her tea and feeds me my cinnamon roll with her fork. I, while sipping my coffee, take my fork, spear her strudel, and offer it to her luscious lips. Trinket gets my juices flowing when she laps that fork with her lips, teeth and tongue. The next piece of pastry I give her is sans fork. My fork is jealous of the way she cleans my fingers. Who knew that eating a strudel could be so sexy? She feeds me more of my cinnamon roll with her fingers. A cinnamon roll has never tasted so good. We ignore the strange looks we get from the other diners. It's 8:30 when we get back to the condo, tear off our clothes and once again, celebrate in the joys of our coupling. By ten, we are dressed for the glorious day of skiing ahead. No first chair today. "Let's start with a blue to warm up." I suggest. "I'll follow you." I lead her down Theresa's Tuck, a groomed run. About half way down, I get an idea and stop, making the snow fly. "Hey. I just remembered this thing my father taught me." "What's that?" "Ever hear of Crack The Whip?" "You mean that game when you are skating with a bunch of friends, lock hands and spin around trying to make the person on the end fall?" "Yeah. The person in the center is just turning around in the same place but the person at the end of the chain is moving at breakneck speeds. What I'm thinking is basically the same thing, but with only two people on skis." "How do you do it?" "Let's see your poles." I take some zip ties out of my pocket and attach our poles to each other at the baskets. In the end we basically have two nine foot sticks. I offer Trinket the handles of her poles. "Ok. The way this works is we both stand perpendicular to the fall line. Holding onto each other via our poles, one of us heads down that fall line as the other gets pulled along until they end up at the fall line. Basically, it's two people attached, going around a circle down the hill. It's the closest Suzy Chaffee move I have." "Sounds like fun. Let's do it." I start by pointing my skis down. I don't get very far and start to go up the hill while Trinket goes down. It is exhilarating as I pick a great amount of speed in a short time, then stop while she gets that speed thing going, then do it again. We are laughing as we spin about ten times. By then we have to stop because our sides are starting to ache. "That's a blast." She says as we recover from our laughing fit and I clip the zip ties off our poles and put that trash in my pocket. We ski down to the lift. As we are riding up, I feel the need to find out more about this woman. "How do you keep food on your table." "I am the creative director for the Farnsworth Group." "You mean that ad agency that does most of the commercials in town? That is your work I admire on the TV?" "Yep. That's me. What keeps you afloat?" "My official title has the word 'consultant' in it, but basically I am a troubleshooter. My clients hire me to improve their bottom line." "How'd you get into that?" "Well, after I bummed around as a patroller, I was hired by this small company. A total of about fifty people worked there. I was there about a year and some of the processes were looking cumbersome to me. As I was on good speaking terms with Jennifer, the owner of the company, I offered my suggestions to her. She took my comments to heart, implemented my ideas and saved them a bunch of money. Later on, Jennifer, asked if I wanted to help a friend of hers that owned a different company. I did good for him also and ended up starting my business with referrals I kept getting. Right now, I have about five people working for me and I have all the business I can handle." "Where do you want to go next?" "I follow you." If I had just woke up from a long sleep, I would have thought it was a spring day even though it was still the middle of winter. No clouds in that dark blue sky and the temperature is around thirty degrees with no wind. We take a couple of more runs and I am starting to get hungry. As we reach the top of the lift, Trinket notices the time. "Hey. It's noon and I am starting to get hungry. Let's get our stuff and have that picnic." We ski back to the condo, grab my pack with the victuals and the wine in it and head to Cathy's Couloir. Once again, there are very few tracks in that virgin snow and we are easily able to find our spot. The only tracks we see are the ones we left yesterday. After stomping the snow with our skis, we remove our boards, and drive them in the snow to be used as backrests. I then pull out my trusty space blankets and spread them on our newly made clearing and pull out the wine, cheese, sausage, crackers and fruit. "Did you bring the crystal glasses?" "No, I forgot." "Oh well. I hope you don't mind my cooties." I say as I take a swig out of the bottle. "I don't mind that at all. Pass that over to me." We are sitting close to each other as we munch on our food. The sun is beating down and feeling good but I am starting to get hot. "Oh. That sun feels so good but I am getting hot." Trinket says as she removes her jacket revealing her tight turtleneck. There is nothing underneath it as witnessed by her nipples poking through that thin fabric. I take off my jacket also. We prop our jackets behind us using them as cushions against the base of our skis as we partake in the remnants of our repast. Passing the bottle of wine, we are becoming lazy. Luxuriating in the stillness of the air, the quietness except for occasional chirping of birds, and the sun baking our bodies. I rest my hand on Trinket's stomach. Delighting in the tautness, I pull her covering up so I am able to feel her bare belly. She turns to me as her eyes tell me of that call of love. "You want a quickie?" "No, I'd rather have a coolie." "What's that? Something from a convenience store?" I laugh when she says that. "No. A coolie is like a quickie only longer and outside on the snow." "Sounds luscious." I move my hand to her breast and once again I am turning to my happy place. A beautiful woman. A beautiful day. A beautiful place. As we lock our lips together, I am quivering. Shaking. Not because of the temperature. No. Even though my chest is now bare, the heat of Trinket's heart combined with the sun beating down is making me sweat. Making me boil with passion for this wonderful woman. I cannot stop myself I as stop short of devouring this new love of my life. I cannot get enough. My lips and tongue embark on a journey through paradise. Lingering on a nipple. Lavishing in the dance of the tongues. Savoring that sweet, sweet, nectar this Goddess is offering. Oh! Am I worthy? That question fades from my mind as we couple the way couples have coupled throughout the ages. Joining as one. Stopping time. Traveling to that place that is so far away until it is found and then unable to, no, not wanting to leave. To be able to stay there long is not possible, though and we return to our little patch of reality in the snow, breathing heavily, dozing lightly after getting ourselves decent. "You guys alright?" I am shaken out of my reverie as I look up and see a patroller eyeing us. "Yeah. We're ok. We were just having a picnic on this gorgeous day." "This day is just about over. We are doing the last sweep of the mountain." I look at my watch which reads 3:45. Whoa. Where did the time go? I know where the time went. It went down the path of ecstasy. It went down the path of desire. It went down the path of love. Trinket and I take the hint as we stow the remnants of our picnic and ski down the slope as tightly together as possible. We are not the last ones off the mountain this day. We end up back at the condo. "I think Rachel and Tom would appreciate it if I wash the bedding and towels before we go. We could finish that movie while I do that if you like." I say. "Sounds perfect. I'll make some popcorn and get the movie ready." The washing machine it singing its song and I am resting my head in Trinket's lap as she is massaging my scalp while finishing up Greg's movie, gobbling on the popcorn. Ding! The movie is over and the ding signifies the wash being done. I put the sheets and towels in the dryer and start to pack up. I am stopped by a kiss. A hug. A passionate hug. An embrace that sears my soul. An embrace that tattoos Trinket's name on my heart. An embrace which etches her essence into my brain. An embrace which tells me I am nothing without Trinket. An embrace, that if it weren't for the pill, would have resulted in a child we were both not ready to raise at this early stage of our togetherness. As we are folding up the laundry, Trinket mentions, "We oughta eat before driving back." "Got a place in mind?" "I heard about this great Italian place from some friends. I think it is called Sophia's" "I know the place. Informal yet elegant. Sounds perfect." We pack up the rest of our stuff, load up my Jeep and end up at Sophia's. The fragrances are enticing us to salivate as we wait for out table. As we are seated, I savor this woman and rejoice in the wonders she brings me. My lasagna tickles my taste buds as her shrimp scampi satiates her culinary desires. I don't know whether I am appreciating the company or the food better. Yes, I do. Food is good, but the company is unsurpassed. I have reached my nirvana. In leaving Sophia's, enjoying our satisfied gullets, we climb into my Jeep for the ride home. I close her door and get in the driver's side and take off down the road. I have never been here before. I am not talking about the route I am taking. I am talking about the feelings I have for the delightful, beautiful, sexy woman I have sitting in the passenger's seat next to me as I navigate the road to town. I am starting to feel sad. The time with her has been so very short as I pull into her driveway and it will soon be over. "Would you like some tea?" Tea, you, me. Oh how happy I could be! I accept her offer. We have a bit more than tea. Ten o'clock arrives to soon. We both have to get up in the morning for work. After getting dressed, I am hugging Trinket goodnight with my kisses. "You want to go dancing next weekend?" "I would love that!" "I'll call you tomorrow evening." I am floating as I head back to my place. When I get home, I realize I don't remember the drive from Trinket's place. Too wrapped up in my thoughts of her. My answering machine is blinking. Six messages. All from Rachel except one. Words from Trinket wishing me pleasant dreams. It is late. I'll call Rachel tomorrow. I listen to Trinket's message over and over savoring each inflection, each word, the caring message. It is time for me to dream those sweet dreams of Trinket. And I do. **** That was twenty-eight years ago. Every night I dream of this wondrous woman and every day I wake up and my dreams morph into reality. Five years after we met, we decided that for legal purposes we should make our love official. Tom and Rachel came to the same conclusions and we had a double 'ceremony' on a ship in the Caribbean with the Captain Johanson of the 'Beautiful Seas' officiating. It was quite the delightful hornymoon. A year ago, Trinket and I were shocked and saddened when we heard of the freak accident that happened to Rachel and Tom. They were driving through a canyon during a rainstorm and a large boulder, let loose by the rain, crashed down on top of their car killing them instantly. We had admired them and I guess that is why I am telling this story. Not only were they good people, but they were instrumental in bringing us together. We followed their lead of not desiring offspring. Some of our friends and family think we are selfish. Wanting to lavish all our attention on ourselves. They may be correct, though, we respond that we do not need the immortality that children provide. Our love for each other is enough. So strong. So vital. So fulfilling. So delightful. Still meaningful after all this time. I have found my woman and she has found me. Tranquillo: Long for Trinket---Italian; Calm, Serene