This is my first story ever, after having enjoyed Nifty for almost a decade. I'm actually old enough to legally read them now! Please write me: I'd love to know what you think and also am keen to know how far it gets around the world, so please put your location in. There'll be around three chapters to this story. The next two are mainly sex, so please stick with me during this background chapter.
Hi, I'm Luke, a 26yr old Sydney-sider whose life changed when I recently went on a ski trip with my volleyball mates to the southern snow fields. I have been playing rep volleyball for about the last 10 years and for the last five a group of us have gone down to Perisher just after the school holidays to take in a week's skiing and snow boarding. It was the same this year with one exception.
It was a good group. We've all known each other many years and though we don't see each other that regularly we'll try to get together for occasions. Most years when we go skiing, there's compromise with work. Some guys will come for a few days and have to leave and others will come during the week rather than at the beginning. Over the period we have found a great lodge, cheaper than most and able to sleep 10. It's three floors: kitchen/dining and lounge area on the ground level with a large wet area and bathroom with a number of shower cubicles, a middle level with three three-bunk beds and single bathroom off it and the top floor at the apex of the sloped or A-frame lodge which has just a queen-sized bed and a reasonable en-suite. Space is a premium in these lodges and in each room, beds just fitted along the side of the wall, head and foot of the bed touching the adjacent walls. The middle floor was high enough for anyone to stand (8ft at least) but even our shortest player would have had trouble standing straight in the top floor, it being no more than 6ft. Not that there is much room to stand, the floor space is practically taken up by the queen sized bed. Some storage for personal belongings was available in shelves made on the sloping walls above the bed. Rest of your stuff went into the en- suite or the downstairs areas.
We came down in four cars and by 6pm Sunday all had arrived. We ate at the local bar that night as we didn't feel like cooking after what had been for most of us at least a six hour journey. At around 7.30pm we were sipping beers or cokes around the lounge fire when our self designated organiser Peter said, "I wonder if anyone's realised the problem we have this year?" We all looked at each other and our blank faces must have said a loud "No", because he continued. "There are eleven of us to start the week and we're all staying this time, guys. There's room for that many but only if you count two sharing the double bed. The lounge room gets too cold to sleep in plus we sign the lease that people will sleep in designated beds only. Now, unless anyone has another suggestion, I propose we draw lots to see which two of us share the top room."
Practically before Peter had finished speaking I had gone into panic mode and said, "Look, I've always had the top room 'cause I'm by far the tallest (6'3 and a bit). I don't mind if you draw lots to see who shares with me but I just couldn't sleep in the triple bunks. If anyone has a problem with sharing with me, that's OK but I'd have to go tomorrow." As Peter started to calm me down by saying, "I'm sure no-one ." Kieran chimed in, "Hey guys, as I was the last to put my name down, and Peter had said to me there might be a space problem, I'm quite prepared to share with Luke if it's OK with him and the rest of you."
"That's fine with me I said" and the other guys nodded or smiled and Peter said "Well, there's no need for a ballot then. Let's all get our beds organised and come back here for supper."
To be continued