We stood just inside the door and looked the place over. "Did you see her?” Matt asked as we entered the club. “No,” I replied, “but it’s still early.” I looked at my watch. It was 11pm. Matt and I were locals and we knew this was the place where all the tourists partied when they came to Park City, Utah to ski, so we knew things wouldn't really get started until around midnight or so.
“So tell me again who this chick is,” Matt said as we found a table.
“Her name is Melinda and I had her for an all-day private yesterday,” I said, referring to the ski lesson I had given her. “She wanted me to meet her last night, but it’s just bad form to go out with guests when they might return the next day for another lesson.”
“Especially when they want to fuck you,” Matt interrupted.
“Especially then,” I replied smiling.
Matt continued, “So you told her you would meet her tonight because you know she’s going home tomorrow so there’s no chance that your paths would cross again should the evening not go well, right?”
"Right," I said.
“Good thinking,” Matt said as he took his jacket off. "And she's bringing a friend, right?"
"As far as I know."
I knew nothing about her friend, but I knew enough about Melinda to make an exception when it came to dating guests. Melinda was to-die-for hot, and at 35, she looked incredible. She had long dark hair, the dark brown eyes, a great smile,
and a body that was unbelievable.
She was from Northern California and had come to Park City for the week with some friends to ski. During our lesson the day before, she had made it abundantly clear to me that she was mine for the taking. She wasn’t desperate or a skank—in fact she was really classy—but she was just making sure I knew she was available. Nearly 100% of the time I pass on invitations like that because I hate to be the “sex with a ski instructor” fantasy that most of these women seem to have, but in this case, I was willing to play because a woman like her doesn't come along very often.
“Well if they don’t show, there’s plenty of other hot women here,” Matt said looking around the club, “so I don’t think you need to worry about not getting laid tonight.”
We ordered, and soon we found ourselves chatting with two very attractive women from Canada. They were really cool and incredibly hot and within about 15 minutes I had forgotten all about Melinda. Around 11:45, just when things were just starting to get cozy with the two Canadians I saw Melinda come in. Immediately she eyeballed me and waved. I waved back and she walked toward us. When she got to our table she walked right up and kissed me on the cheek.
“Hi Chris,” she said to me as if the two Canadians weren't even there. She was clearly showing the Canadians that she had already staked her claim to this property and was now here to start digging. She turned and gave them the iciest stare I have ever seen. Without any fight at all, the two Canadians got the hint and left abruptly.
"Sorry we're so late," she lied. "Were you waiting long?"
"No, not long," I said. "Did you come alone?"
"No, my friend went to the ladies room."
Next to me I heard Matt clearing his throat as a hint that he needed to be introduced.
"Oh, yes, Melinda," I began, "this is my friend Matt--the one I told you about."
"Oh hi," she said enthusiastically. She and Matt shook hands across the table.
The waitress came just as I was introducing them, so while Melinda was ordering, Matt leaned over to me and whispered, "dude, you have got to be fucking kidding me! You bastard. How are you so damn lucky? She is the hottest woman I have ever seen."
I looked at him and smiled but didn't say anything. He was right. She was fucking hot and tonight she was dynamite. The waitress left with Melinda's order and we all just smiled at each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another woman approaching our table. Melinda saw her too and smiled as she sat down. I was still looking at Melinda when she began to introduce her friend.
"Chris, Matt, this is my good friend Cara."
I turned to look at Cara. As beautiful as Melinda was, Cara was even better. She smiled and put her hand toward me from across the table. She was so incredibly beautiful. I was so stunned by her beauty that I could not even get words to form in my mouth. She said something, but I didn’t hear what it was. I shook her hand, but it was as if someone else was working my arm because I couldn't feel it. She turned and shook Matt's hand as well. I sat down but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was radiant, beautiful, and sexy. She had long, wavy blonde hair, the most beautiful brown eyes I’d ever seen, and a smile that would melt ice. She wore a tight sweater and it showed how incredible her body was. I felt blood begin to rush down to my cock. Holy fuck I thought. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I felt like I was 13 years old and my buddies and I were at the skating rink checking out girls.
Matt jumped right into conversation with the two of them and I just sat back. I could barely think. My stomach was rolling over and I was so nervous. What am I going to do? I thought. Melinda is my date, but holy hell, I want Cara. Fuck!
I was oblivious to everything around me until I heard Melinda say, "Don't you agree, Chris?"
"Uh, I'm sorry. What?" I looked at Melinda. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about something else."
"Dude," Matt jumped in, "she's asking what you think about her idea to buy a condo here and rent it out when she's not using it."
"Oh, okay," I said.
Matt continued. "She thinks there are lots of people from out of town who come here who she could rent it to. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, absolutely," I said finally getting my wits about me. The conversation went on, mostly between Melinda and Matt, but Cara was pretty engaged as well. I, on the other hand was not. I just listened, made comments now and again but for the most part, I just looked at Cara.
About 12:30, Melinda got up to go the restroom and Cara joined her. When they were gone, Matt said, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," I said. "Why?"
"You've hardly said anything since they got here. Are you sick?"
"No. I feel fine."
"Well you don't act like it," he said swallowing the last of his drink. "I think we should invite them back to my house. What do you say?"
"Yeah, sounds good." Damn, I thought. Melinda is my date, but now I don't want to be with her. And I sure as hell don't want Matt to have Cara. What am I going to do?