Chapter 24 Aspen
Aspen
I’m full, content and with my favorite girl by my side. Honestly, nothing could be better than this.
I take Gen by the hand and show her around the small downtown area here in Silver Lake.
It’s quaint and charming, the kind of place that feels like home.
I love walking around here at night, the streets bathed in soft light, the air crisp and calming.
It’s a cute, safe little neighborhood and I feel a sense of pride sharing it with her. Every corner holds a memory.
I’ve walked these streets a hundred times, but it feels different tonight—with her hand in mine.
I remember being younger and coming down here with my mom and Everest to grab some ice cream after one of his hockey games.
At the time, I didn’t think much, we were just living life in our little town.
Now that I’m here with a tourist, I see our town for what it’s worth: charm.
I just want everything to be perfect for Gen while she’s here. I just sadly have to work which is a huge letdown, but I’m gonna have to break that news to her now whether I want to or not.
Genevieve pauses in front of a store. The lights are off but the outfit on the mannequin remains illuminated under a soft glow.
“It’s beautiful,” Genevieve says as she stares at the thick fur coat dressed over the mannequin’s arms.
“It would look fantastic on you,” I tell her.
She smiles, then escapes her daze. We continue our walk towards the car.
“Thanks for dinner,” Genevieve says.
“Thanks for coming,” I tell her and she blushes.
“Look, I have to be honest with you. Since Derek left to go home and take care of his dad, I couldn’t get the days off from work so I’ll have to work while you’re here.
But you can come with me and you can be a part of my class, if not I totally understand.
I should have said something, but I didn’t find out until this morning,” I tell her.
She deserves a vacation, not a fling on a schedule.
“Aspen, don’t stress. I’m here for you, so I’ll take you anyway I can. I was hoping to go snowboarding anyways,” she says all giddy. I could kiss her. She’s so perfect.
“Alright then, great. I get up around six thirty for work so we can get ready and hit the slopes,” I tell her.
“Sounds good to me, coach,” she says and that makes me smile.
We continue strolling down the sidewalk that leads back to the car, surrounded by a mix of tourists and locals.
Some are shopping, while others are hopping between bars, laughing and enjoying the night.
The street is lined with small mom-and-pop shops, each offering handmade soap, custom shirts, quirky stickers, and vintage clothes.
A few bars dot the area, their neon signs glowing in the evening light and just up ahead, we pass Cece’s, the only club in town, its loud house music spilling out onto the street.
I’ll have to see if Gen enjoys going out. Maybe one night we can check out Cece’s, or if not, one of the bars. There’s Brooklynes, The Fox’s Tail, and The Bear Claw. It’s like everything in this town is either named after an animal or a girl’s name—I have no idea why, but it adds to the charm.
“Are you the going out type?” I ask Gen.
“Am I? I’m the life of the party!” She says with excitement.
Figured. “I should have known, you seem like it,” I tell her. “I was thinking maybe we can go out one of the days you’re here. There’s a couple bars down here and a club.” I point to the bar we just passed.
“I’m down!” She says.
Perfect. We reach the car and I open the door for Genevieve.
She slides in gracefully, and I close it behind her, careful not to catch her hands or feet.
Walking around to the driver’s side, I slip into the seat and start the engine.
The harsh noise of the car struggling to start is filling the silence between us.
“We’re gonna have to wait here a few minutes for her to warm up,” I tell her.
“Her? Does she have a name?” Gen asks.
“Savannah,” I say.
“Savannah? Sounds like a Southern girl who breaks hearts.”
She’s sitting there talking about car names and I’m thinking about how she might be the best thing to ever sit in this seat.
“I don’t know about heart breaker, but she sure is a piece of work. Takes her only a decade to warm up.”
A soft hint of a smile appears on Genevieve’s face.
Once Savannah is ready to roll, I pull out of the spot and am about to take her home when I have one more trick up my sleeve.
***
There’s a park here in Silver Lake that offers free gondola rides. It’s one of those hidden gems the city has, a peaceful spot where you can just lose yourself in your thoughts and get mesmerized by the view. I come here often and it’s the perfect place to do both.
I would know.
Tonight, I’m bringing Genevieve, hoping she’ll experience the same sense of calm and wonder. I want her to see Silver Lake for what it truly is and give her the best tour a local can offer.
“Where are we? I thought we were heading back to the apartment?” She asks.
“We were, but then I had a better idea,” I tell her.
“Should I text Lana my code word? Are you going to kill me?” She asks and that has me stop what I’m doing. I can’t help but laugh.
“What? You have a code word in case you think I’m going to kill you? Do I want to know?” I ask, and I really do want to know.
“Yes and no,” she says and then giggles.
I park the car and walk around to open her door once again. She steps out, taking my hand as I lead her toward the gondola entrance. The employee greets us with a smile and lets us in immediately, since there’s no line. We’re soon seated in a gondola, ready to take in the view.
As the gondola begins to rise, I realize just how romantic this moment is.
I’m even more glad I brought Genevieve here.
With each ascent, the town below shrinks, the buildings and streets growing smaller and smaller.
From up here, it looks almost like a game, as if you could pick it up and move it somewhere else.
But it’s the lights that make it truly breathtaking, casting a warm glow over the town and adding a magical touch to the view.
As the gondola rises higher, the mountain peaks come into sharper focus, so close it feels like you could reach out and touch them.
Gen sits beside me, speechless, her eyes wide in awe.
The only word that escapes her lips since we’ve been in this little glass chamber is “wow.” I take that as a sign that she’s impressed.
“You like what you see?” I ask her.
“Like it? I love it! It’s beautiful, Aspen. Thank you for showing me this,” she says.
“Anytime, Snowflake. I’m just glad you’re here. Thanks for coming again, it really means a lot,” I tell her.
“Anytime,” she replies.
The ride in this gondola is longer than most, and we haven’t even reached halfway up yet. I don’t mind though, I’m enjoying every second of it. My brain can hardly process that this is actually happening.
This feels like the perfect moment to give Genevieve her first kiss since returning. I lean in, my heart racing, and make my move. As I get closer, her lips part. A silent invitation—she was ready, waiting for this.
I run my hand through her silk like hair, caressing her head with my palm.
I softly bite her bottom lip and she lets out a quiet moan.
That small noise is enough to make my trunk grow.
I maneuver my jean pants I’m wearing so I don’t show and run my other hand down her back slipping into the back of her yoga pants.
She’s wearing some cute flare yoga pants that are screaming to be taken off.
She’s wearing boots though so those have to come off first.
“Take off your boots,” I whisper into her ear quietly.
She steps on her heels and gets them off while I work on bringing her pants down.
I leave her top part on because I don’t want to make it too obvious.
No one will see us up here because it’s too dark, but I still want to be careful.
I slip her pants off and she steps out of them.
She then proceeds to take off her panties all by herself while sitting.
I unbuckle my belt and lower my jeans while remaining seated as well. I nod my head towards my dick so that she knows to hop on. She straddles me and before checking to see if she’s even wet, she’s sliding down on my dick with ease.
I take it she’s wet.
She’s probably been wet.
If she’s been as wet as I’ve been hard, then she probably has cum running down her legs.
Her lithe body moves up and down while I’m making noises that are probably not that sexy, but she feels so good I can’t help it. I tug on her hair a little so she can feel aroused in all sorts of places. Then while she comes up for a break I slap her cheeky ass.
She screams. I slapped it so hard I’m expecting to see a handprint in the morning. She slides back down on my dick and goes back to a faster pace. It’s so good, our rhythm, our intimacy. I’m already about to finish. Just a couple more full pumps and I’m a goner.
“Fuck, hold on Gen,” I tell her.
“Mmmmhhh,” she hums.
By now, the lift is about to reach the top and at this time of night there wouldn’t be any employees up here, but you never know so when I come, I come inside Genevieve and then have her hurry to put her pants back on.
She pulls up her pants at the exact second the gondola goes around the entrance/exit for the top of the mountain. I see an employee working behind the control panel. That was a close one.
Note to self: people do actually work up here at this time of night.
The gondola has made a full one eighty turn and now we are descending the mountain. Everything that grew small, is now growing back to large. I’m out of breath from what Genevieve and I just did and I can’t believe we just did that.
“Wow. That was–” I start to say.
“Fucking hot!” She finishes.
“Yeah, fucking hot,” I agree, slightly out of breath.
Both of our chests rise and fall at a synchronized pace. I look to my side and Genevieve is just looking out and has a small smile plastered on her face.
“What?” I ask her while nudging her with my elbow.
“I’ve never had sex in a gondola before, this was cool,” she says.
“You’re cool!” I tell her, giving her a soft elbow nudge in the ribs.
Then we sit together hand in hand watching the view of the mountains, like we didn’t just fuck in a gondola.