At this resort, the other ski school instructors used to come in on Monday and brag about the tourist chicks they had "bagged" over the weekend. I found it repulsive, but some of the stories were actually pretty amusing because almost all of them ended in drama.
I never thought I'd have a story of my own to tell.
My intentions with a pretty young tourist named Kristen were quite honorable. Our affair started about two months before I finished my job assignment when we met at a local watering hole. After spending the evening talking, I felt very close to her and really, really liked her. This was in the days before email and cell phones were prevalent, but after spending the entire weekend together skiing, dining and hanging out, we vowed to stay in touch. Her parents owned a cabin up there so she assured me that she'd be back before I left.
True to her word, two weeks before it was time for me to get back to school, she paid me a visit at work. At first, I thought I was seeing double. In fact, this time she had brought her twin sister with her. Her sister Susan was the spitting image of Kristen except that her cup size was much, much larger. There was no mistaking them, by looks or by demeanor. While Kristen was a sweet girl, her sister Susan was a party animal. At 21, they both had clearly different lives behind them and ahead of them. But they were about to share their first man experience...with me.
Allow me to explain.
This, being one of the last weekends of the season meant that the town was packed full of visitors. There were tons of parties going on and our little group consisted not just of Kristen, Susan and I, but my roomies and a couple of other girls that came up with the twins. Everyone I knew was at this party except my good friend Mike, who had found another party to attend.
As the night progressed, the liquor flowed liberally. We were all bar hopping but eventually, Kristen's friends really wanted to check out Whiskey Creek. I was getting tired and Susan was already sloppy drunk, so Kristen asked me to take Susan back to the cabin and she would follow shortly, as she felt obligated to her other friends. After all, it was only two more hours to closing time for the bars, so I figured the night was winding down.
The party continued back at the cabin, at least for Susan and my roomies and at some point, I adjourned to a room to lay down. I must've fallen asleep, but I do vaguely remember someone crawling into bed with me. I remember this, because she was topless and I felt the press of co ed flesh against my back.
Assuming this was Kristen's flesh was momentarily arousing. After all, we hadn't been intimate yet but I just chalked up her casual approach to the alcohol. Either way, I was too pooped to pop, so I fell back asleep.
What seemed like just a few moments later, I woke up when someone turned on the lights and started screaming 'what the f!@k!!' I was tanked up pretty good but I could still recognize that it was Kristen standing in the doorway. In a rare moment of sobriety, I turned to my left to see who had crawled into bed with me. You guessed it: Susan. Who, as it turns out, sleeps nude by the way.
I was in my skivvies and I leapt from the bed to chase a crying Kristen down the wrought iron spiral staircase. She was inconsolable.
Susan was no help either, as she really didn't remember what happened. I knew nothing had happened but when the evidence suggests otherwise, who could blame Kristen? After hours of groveling and pleading with her, I thought I had her convinced that nothing sinister had transpired. By 9AM, I thought we were back on track. It was at this time that Susan came staggering into the kitchen for some coffee wearing nothing but sweat pants. Her breasts exposed for all to see, she was clearly very proud of "the twins" as she called them. Kristen took exception to this and since I needed to get ready for work, I excused myself.
This being Sunday, I realized I only had a few hours left with Kristen. I finally ran into her around 3PM, just as the day was winding down. It was awkward and as she said her goodbyes, I figured I'd never see her again.
As I walked to the bus at quitting time, I saw Susan. She came up to me and basically told me not to mind her prudish sister. 'Kristen was always uptight about sex. That's why she's still a virgin.' That remark certainly warranted follow up questions, but I refrained. As she got ready to leave, she glanced back and barked 'you know where to find me in case Kristen and you don't work out.'
As big a compliment as that should've been, it took me all of 1 minute to resolve that in my head. How the hell do you date one sister after dating the other? And who exactly is picking up the phone at the house when that guy calls? Too awkward, too weird and way beyond my comfort zone. Nevertheless, they drove out of town and I figured that was the end of it.
After what should've been an epic weekend, I dragged myself to work on Monday morning, downtrodden and sullen.
As we stood in the locker room donning our Descent ski sweaters and skin tight spandex ski pants, Mike, who was missing from the party walked in. Smiling from ear to ear, the next couple of minutes were spent with him bragging about his "big score" over the weekend. High fives ensued but eventually, the conversation turned to me when Mike asked, 'Hey Craig, did you see the twins?'
"Yes Mike, I did. And apparently, I can see them again whenever I want." I slammed my locker door shut and walked out.
To my surprise, a few months later, Kristen did call me. We ended up dating again and things seemed to be progressing. It did work out for awhile with Kristen , but we were both in school and we eventually fell out of touch. For those scant few months, we had some fun times together, but never could bring ourselves to consummate the relationship.
The unspoken issue never came up again and although it didn't work out, I'll never forget the twins. Either pair.
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