The Birth of A Town
A few years ago I received an invitation to my ten year high school reunion (which these days are delivered via Facebook). When I received the invite my first thought was of the friends I wanted to see, and have fun with again. But though I was excited to see all my old buddies, which we don’t get to do very often these days, spread out all over the country, I wasn’t curious to know what was happening with them. I know what’s going on in their lives without the reunion (another benefit of Facebook). But the idea of seeing all the other people that I went to high school that I wasn’t close friends and as a result I was not a part of their lives, or their Facebook friend, stirred my interest. What happened to the straight laced valedictorian, the class AV geeks, the star of the school play, or the quarterback of our abysmal football team (we didn’t have a single win my senior year, no one was getting a college scholarship off their football scores in my class).
And that’s how Snowedin, Vermont was born. This fictional skiing town, filled with crazy characters, is very similar to town I grew up in. From skiing to hockey and all the maple sugar you can drink in between. And I started off this series very similarly to how the idea came to me, with the planning of the class of 2002 high school reunion.
Like any high school class, a lot had changed in the last ten years. Some of them have fallen on hard times, some have excelled in the real world, but they all have one thing in common (besides that they graduated from high school together), they are all trying to determine where they fit into the world and where they want to go next. They are no longer kids, and they feel the need to start getting serious about what they want in the world. Whether that’s a new job, a new place to live or to finally settle down and have the family they’ve already dreamed of. All these characters are striving to make their dreams a reality. And regardless of age and place, isn’t that what we’re all trying to do?
Though not all the stories I have planned (and yes, I have many cooking right now) revolve around characters from this graduation class, just like my high school reunion invitation, the series begins with the questions that stimulated my curiosity. But like every one of my stories, the town of Snowed and all its inhabitants are growing, and each member of this tourist town is vying for my attention, wanting their own story. I can’t wait to give each of them their own voice.
Second Chance at a Cheerleader is the most recent installment in my Snowedin Fantasies series, explores what happens when the head cheerleaders and class geeks get together. Ten years have led to a lot of changes with both, including how they see each other and themselves, leaving the possibility open for so much more.
BLURB:
In high school, Lanie Brookes had the life everyone dreamed of. She was head cheerleader, dating the captain of the hockey team. But since staying in Snowedin to take care of her mother, her life has gone downhill.
When she receives a mysterious subscription to Fantasies Fulfilled, she decides to make the most of it, picking two men for the price of one. But she never guessed she’d selected the two men she's dreamed of since graduation night, Matt and Dan. But will they still be interested in her now? Or will the fantasy go up in smoke when they realize who she's become?
STORY EXCERPT
She read the words across the card, her heart picking up speed at the insignia across the top. Fantasies Fulfilled. She held the invitation in her hand, hardly able to breathe.
Over the last few months she’d heard all about Fantasies Fulfilled from her best friend Beth. First when she talked about satisfying her own fantasy, about who she’d planned to meet and how much she was looking forward to her evening with them. And since her fantasy, Lanie heard all about Beth’s two men, Marcos and Dell, who she thanked the Fantasy Fulfilled team for connecting her with, or reconnecting in Dell’s case.
Every time Beth mentioned her fantasy night, or the two amazing men it had brought into her life, the green monster of jealousy reared up inside Lanie. It had been so long since she’d felt even a fraction of that excitement. It had been even longer since she’d felt sexy or beautiful, as Beth described Marcos and Dell made her feel.
Had Beth gotten her a subscription to the service? No one Lanie knew had the connections or excess income to gift her with such a subscription. Fantasies Fulfilled was a very exclusive service, and could be very expensive.
Not that it mattered who got her the gift. Lanie didn’t know a lot, but she knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth. She didn’t care who gave her the subscription. She had it now, and she planned to have a little bit of fun with it.
Her heart pounding, she sat down at her computer. The machine groaned, upset to be reawakened. Way past its prime, the computer still worked, albeit much slower than it had years ago. She opened up Internet Explorer and typed in the website, detailed across the bottom of the card.
The main page appeared in the same black and silver lettering as the invitation. It was rather bland, considering what type of work they did. She’d been expecting lewd pictures or at the very least a few veiled references to the services they provided. From what she saw, Fantasies Fulfilled could have been selling drying cleaning chemicals. But very high end ones.
Lanie typed in the password off the card and the website opened up. Lanie felt like Alice stepping through the looking glass, as the website revealed a whole new world to her. One she’d never expected to be invited to. Across one side of the screen a list appeared of every fantasy she could think to indulge in, and then some. BDSM, exhibitionism, voyeurism, roleplaying, and same sex experimentation.
But one fantasy stuck out to her more than all the others. Ménage.
After all Beth’s talk about her two men, Lanie couldn’t deny the idea appealed to her. She leaned back in her chair, imagining being sandwiched between two men, their arms wrapped around her, their voices whispering sweet words into her ear. Telling her how beautiful she was, how wonderful, how amazing.
Without realizing it, her mind flashed back to high school, to the party following graduation. Back when she was young, free, and so sure of herself. A confident person she didn’t recognize now. The only time she’d ever been sandwiched between two men, their glowing admiration filling each touch, every look and smile.
She’d only danced with Dan Tyson and Matt Goodman that night to make her boyfriend of the time, Vance, jealous after a knock-down, drag-out fight. He’d told her she’d never be able find anyone else willing to put up with her shit. He’d acted like he deserved a goddamn medal just for dating her. To prove him wrong, she’d run out to the party and found two guys more than willing to lick her shoes if she’d asked them to.
But what surprised her the most about the dance was how safe she felt between Matt and Dan. Maybe it was because she knew they’d do anything for her, that she could bat her eyes and they’d come running. Unlike Vance, who made her beg for ten minutes of cuddle time after he’d rutted on top of her till he got off, though she rarely did. But it felt like more than that. More than just the power she held over them. There was a gentleness to their touch, a reverence in their eyes, that made her feel like a prized possession. They were the only men she could remember that made her feel that way.
To this day, when she felt upset, alone, invisible, she still pulled out the memory, let it play out in her mind and remind her of a time when she was someone special, someone worth loving.
She’d been using that old memory a lot recently. It was about time to start creating a few new ones. She had a lot of loving to make up for. Two at once seemed the most efficient method of taking care of her problem. She smiled to herself. It was only logical.
Clicking on the link, her eyes widened. Her pussy dampened as she read all the messages, all the dirty wishes these pairs of men asked for.
There were so many requests. So many men out there search for the same thing she did. Who would have ever guessed?
Damn, this was the best present she’d ever received.
Second Chance at a Cheerleader
Snowedin Fantasies 2
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