Bunny And The Slopes

by Lubrican

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Chapter Six

It was surely just coincidence that all four women left the meeting with sex on their minds ... to the point that all four women intended to get involved in sex as soon as possible.

It was no coincidence, however, that only one of the women actually controlled her urge to mate. Bunny didn't seek Jack out immediately. Instead, she went looking for Susan, to make sure that Susan didn't blow things up, now that they appeared to be under control.

Tiffany, Melody and Linda, however, went looking for the boys. It was still relatively early, and if Jack wasn't going to be fucking them in the motor home ... well ... that didn't mean they couldn't have any fun.

The timing of things from that point on was not only interesting, it was actually fascinating, considering how things turned out.

First, after talking to Susan, Bunny felt free to go find Jack and report that things were under control. She found him in the boys' suite, more or less hiding. She made her report, and then announced that there were another probably two or three hours before the kids would show up at the rooms for bed. She dragged Jack through the connecting door, engaged in a torrid kiss. It wasn't until she dropped her blouse that she remembered to go lock the door to the girls' suite. Then, for good measure, she locked the connecting door too, and put out the "do not disturb" sign. Finally she turned to find Jack staring at her in appreciation.

"You, mister, are not going to spend any more energy on teenaged girls!" she barked. "I made sure of that. Now all that energy is for me!"

She dropped her bra on the floor and pushed at her pants.

"Yes Ma'am!" said Jack, laughing.

Mel and Linda were still a little miffed at Tiffany. She had talked them into things that, while they ended up loving, they weren't at all happy that Miss Johnson now knew about. They snubbed her as a result. They found the boys together, watching the big plasma TV in the lounge. Tiffany, recognizing that the girls were still unhappy with her, simply took Jerry's hand and pulled him out of the room.

"We're going to go check out the night skiers," she said over her shoulder.

That left Mel and Linda on their own. Both had a sense of self confidence, stemming from the loss of their virginities, that translated into making them much more bold than they would have been only twenty-four hours earlier. Within minutes, Linda suggested to Doug that she loved to look at the stars. Doug wasn't stupid, and immediately agreed to take her to a nice dark part of the resort, where the stars could be looked at perfectly. Randy, finding himself alone with a girl he had lusted after on more than one occasion, stepped up to the plate to see how many bases he could get to before the game was called.

It had to be coincidence that the last two members of the group, Susan and Ronnie, walked into the lounge just after it had been vacated by the others.

"Where is everybody?" asked Ronnie. She was a light framed girl, with braces, who still wore her hair habitually in what her mother fondly called "dog ears". She was a tomboy, but had four brothers, two older and two younger, so she didn't mind that a bit. Boys didn't interest her quite as much as they would most other girls, because she was around so many of them, for so much of the time, that she knew more about boys than most girls would by the time they were twenty.

"I don't know where they are," said Susan heavily, "but I know where they'd better not be!"

"What in the world is wrong with you?" asked Ronnie. "What was all that stuff at supper?"

Susan had been happy, at first, when Miss Johnson found her and explained that she had, in fact, had a long talk with what Susan thought of as "the three sluts". Bunny had assured her that the problem had been dealt with. Then Susan thought about what that meant. She had just had to open her mouth around adults, and had, for all intents and purposes, dimed out the girls. She knew what that would mean the next time she saw any of the sluts. They would make her life miserable from now on, and it wouldn't just be here at the resort. They'd make her life miserable back home too. That made her pissed off at the sluts, because they had brought it on themselves, as far as she was concerned.

So, Susan shared all her frustration with the only other girl on the trip who wasn't a "slut".

She was a little miffed when, after she was done, Ronnie's reaction was less than supportive.

"What did you expect?" asked Ronnie seriously. "Sex is all most girls think about. Boy's too, for that matter."

"Well you don't think about sex all the time," said Susan.

"Who says?" laughed Ronnie. "I'm just reasonable about it, that's all. I know I'm not good looking. But there are lots of boys out there, and I'm sure one of them is going to be attracted to me one of these days. I'm just not in a big hurry about it like other girls are."

"But it's not fair!" insisted Susan. "We came on this trip to ski, but all they want to do is get laid."

Ronnie looked at her friend thoughtfully. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," said Susan.

"If a cute guy came up to you and wanted to talk to you, would you stand around and talk to him?"

"Well, sure," said Susan.

"And if he wanted to make out, would you do that with him?" asked Ronnie.

"I don't know," said Susan. "It would depend on whether I liked him or not."

"OK, so this really cute guy comes up to you, and you talk for a while, and you like him a lot, and he wants to make out. Would you then?"

"I guess so," said Susan.

"And that makes you different from Tiffany and Melody and Linda ... how?" asked Ronnie.

"It is different!" insisted Susan. "They let some man have sex with them!"

"OK, so they found some guy, who they thought was cute or something, and he paid some attention to them, and they decided to make out with him, and ... well, you know ..." Ronnie shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I just don't see the big difference between doing that with a man and doing it with your boyfriend."

"But we came here to ski!" moaned Susan.

"No, you and I came here to ski," corrected her friend. "The others came here to be horny. Don't you ever get horny?"

"Well of course I do," snapped Susan. "I just don't hop in the sack with every man I meet to deal with it!"

"Have you evewr hopped in the sack to deal with it?" asked Ronnie.

Susan looked outraged. "What kind of question is that!? I'm not going to talk about my sex life with you!"

"You're talking about Tiffany's and Melody's and Linda's sex lives with me," pointed out Ronnie. "Why can't we talk about yours too?"

"Well, have you had sex?" asked Susan angrily.

"Twice," said Ronnie immediately.

Susan hadn't thought she'd answer, and she sure hadn't thought a girl like Ronnie would have had sex at all.

"Really?" she asked curiously.

"Really," said Ronnie calmly. "It wasn't that much fun, so I don't do it a lot."

"Who with?" asked Susan instinctively.

"You don't seem to have any trouble discussing my sex life either," said Ronnie.

Susan clapped her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry Ronnie, really. I shouldn't have asked that. I just get so frustrated."

"So you're a virgin, and you see all these girls around you who get to have fun, and you're jealous," said Ronnie.

Susan took a breath. "I didn't say that!" she snapped.

"But that's the real deal ... isn't it?" asked Ronnie.

"I don't think I want to talk to you any more," said Susan, frowning.

"Well, who else are you going to talk to? Nobody else seems to be around," said Ronnie maddeningly.

Susan used that as a distraction. "Yeah, where is everybody, anyway?"

Ronnie, who was in pretty good touch with her own sexuality, and pretty comfortable with it as well, recognized that, if she pushed things, she might not have anybody to talk to, so she backed off a bit. She liked to snow board alone, but she also liked to be social when she got the chance, and she liked Susan, even if she was a little stiff about things.

"Let's go find them," she suggested.

Doug and Linda actually spent five or six minutes looking at the stars. Then Linda, in a completely transparent move, said she was cold, and asked if she could unzip their parkas and huddle for warmth.

Huddling for warmth involved a lot of stroking of each other's backs while they traded long, wet kisses, and when Doug decided her breasts needed some stroking too, Linda sighed and braved the cold to let his hands go where no other boy's hands had gone before.

"Mmmmm you feel so soft," said Doug between kisses.

Linda pressed her loins against his.

"And you feel so ... hard," she sighed.

"I've always thought you were the best looking girl in school," he tried.

"I know a place we can go where we wouldn't have to stand up," she offered.

Shortly after that she was pulling him, hand in hand, to the motor home.

For Melody and Randy, it was neither as seamless, nor as comfortable. Randy, being a boy, thought he was the frosting on the cake, and when Melody finally returned his interest, it just confirmed in his own mind that he was irresistible.

Melody, while very interested in playing the sexual game with Randy, wasn't sure yet just how far she wanted to play. It was possible, though she didn't think about it that way, that she wanted to be wooed a little bit.

When Randy suggested they go back to one of the suites, therefore, Melody resisted a little. He was jumping way ahead of the game she wanted to play.

"Aren't you rushing things just a little bit?" she asked, demurely.

"Oh, come on Melody," he whined. "I heard about you and Lonny."

It was decidedly the wrong thing to say.

Melody's rage was instant and white hot.

"If you believe that shit," she yelled, "then you don't deserve to get even as far as he did, and he didn't get much farther than you already have!"

Randy looked around. Her voice was drawing attention.

"Hey, take it easy," he said, hushing her. "No pressure. I mean you hear things, and sometimes they're for real. Come on, Melody, don't be mad at me. I think you're hot."

Thus is the reader provided an example of what teenage boys think is smooth talking.

"I don't think I'm interested in being around you any more," Mel sulked. "I'm not that kind of girl. I've only been talking to you for ten minutes and you're already trying to get me in bed!"

Randy, who really did think Mel was hot, and who had already thought through (several times) the fantasy he planned with her, felt the agony of defeat.

"That's not it at all," he whined. "I just want to be with you. I invited you to go skiing, didn't I?"

Mel realized that if she ran him off, she'd be alone, and that didn't appeal to her either.

"Well, that's true, I guess. But I want you to know nothing happened with Lonny ... nothing! You just remember that, buster!"

Randy held out his hands. "No problem. No pressure. So ... what do you want to do?" He had to ask that. In fact, Randy couldn't think of anything else to do but make out .. or ski, maybe. He just wasn't wired that way.

"Well, why don't we go somewhere and talk?" asked Melody, having a fantasy of her own, where he was intent, and patient, and lavished his attention on her. Teenage girls' fantasies aren't really any more realistic than their male counterparts' fantasies.

"OK," he said eagerly. At least they'd be together, and maybe he could work his magic on her, given enough time. "So, where do you want to go to talk?"

"Oh ... I was thinking that the motor home might be a good place. It would be quiet there ..."

Randy, who had listened avidly to Jerry describe how he had banged his girlfriend in the very same motor home, smiled. That fantasy plaid through his mind again.

"Great," he grinned. "Let's go."

Ronnie and Susan checked the lounge, and the balcony, and the pro shop and the gift shop. They even went to the ski lifts that operated at night, and rode to the top, and then back down again when they didn't see any of the other kids.

"We've checked everywhere," said Ronnie, exasperated. "Maybe they're in the rooms."

Susan's suspicions had been building as they looked fruitlessly for the others.

"They wouldn't go there," she said. "If they're doing what I think they're doing, they'd want more privacy." She frowned. "There's one place we haven't looked," she muttered. "Come on."

When Doug and Linda got to the motor home, they just went on in. To be completely honest, Linda thought she was getting there before Tiffany and Jerry, which was why she took Doug directly there.

She was wrong, though. The motor home was already in use.

They figured that out as they stomped up the stairs and slammed the door behind them.

"Ohhhhh Tiffy, you feel so good, baby," came Jerry's obviously lustful voice.

"What was that noise?!" came Tiffany's fearful voice.

"Well lookie here," crowed Doug, surveying Tiffany and Jerry, who were both buck naked, with Jerry firmly in the saddle.

"Linda!" wailed Tiffany.

"Sah-REE," sighed Linda. "I didn't think you'd be here yet."

Jerry hadn't missed a stroke. He was intent on busting another nut in his gorgeous girlfriend. He still didn't have any rubbers, and had promised to pull out again, but he knew he wouldn't when the time came. And the time had been coming when they were interrupted.

"Join the party," he panted. "We turned on the auxiliary heater."

"JE-REEEEEE," moaned Tiffany, embarrassed to have Doug looking at them.

"Oh, come on," he grunted, pressing deep into her. "It'll be a kick to do it with somebody else here too."

Linda turned around to find Doug blocking her way back out of the coach. She felt a burst of heat in her loins as she thought about doing the same thing Tiff and Jerry were doing.

"I'm cold again, Dougie," she murmured, ignoring the fact that the interior temperature of the coach was quite nice.

Doug pushed her past the two rutting teenagers and worked the catch to the other bed like he had done it a hundred times. The bed flopped down. He turned around to find Linda tearing off her clothes. He didn't stop to think that was a strange thing for a girl who was complaining of being cold to do. He just started tearing off his own clothes too. Two minutes later the two youths wiggled on cool sheets, kissing and groping each other as, at last, they were naked together.

Doug's hand dove between them, and between Linda's legs. His fingers found slippery, hot pussy.

"Ohhhh Linda," he moaned. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

"Shut up and kiss me," Linda moaned back.

Melody didn't want to look too anxious, so she led Randy in a roundabout way through the resort, and eventually into the parking lot. Randy, finally in temporary control of his libido, tried to think of things to talk about. He wasn't very good at talking, at least not to girls, but he tried.

As they approached the motor home, he commented: "Hey, there's a light on in there."

"Damn," muttered Melody. "I hoped they wouldn't be there."

"Who?" asked Randy.

"The others," she said impatiently.

"What others?" asked the unthinking boy.

"Who do you think!?" she almost snarled. "Tiffany and Jerry!"

"Oh," said Randy. Then he perked up. "OH!" Then he got worried that Melody wouldn't go in there if she thought Tiffany and Jerry were doing what he thought Tiffany and Jerry were doing. At least that's what he'd be doing if he were Jerry.

"Maybe they're just talking ... like us," he said hopefully.

Melody stopped. This 'relationship' stuff wasn't as easy as it was supposed to be. She had hoped to be talked into things. Now, with the motor home already inhabited, she wouldn't be in total control. She turned to Randy.

"Just how bad do you want to get in my panties?" she asked calmly.

Randy, unprepared for such a question, went with the first thing that came to mind.

"Bad, Melody!" He at least had the presence to cringe a little after he said it.

"Then we do things my way! Is that clear?" she said, leaning towards him.

"Yeah! Sure! OK!" he babbled.

Melody opened the door and felt the wave of heat waft out. She didn't know how they had heated the place up, but she was glad, remembering her defloration in much more frigid conditions. She stomped up the stairs too, pulling Randy after her. When she saw two young couples, with both males writhing on top of both females, she gritted her teeth and pulled Randy between them.

"Don't mind us," she said airily. "We're just going to go to the back of the bus to talk."

She felt Randy stumble as he gazed in wonder at his first view ever of somebody actually 'doing it' in real life. About the same time she heard Linda's delighted laugh.

"Yeah, right ... talk!"

"Shut up Linda," snarled Melody, glancing down to see Linda's feet shoot up into the air on either side of Doug's slim hips.

Melody's mood didn't improve as she pulled Randy to the back of the coach, where there was another bed that could be pulled out. She tried to figure out how to unlatch it, but couldn't.

"Let me help," offered Randy, who kept looking back down the aisle at the other two couples.

"You're here to talk to me!" snarled Melody.

It finally penetrated into Randy's thick skull that Melody wanted him to pay attention to her ... and in a way that made it clear that he was paying attention only to her. In a strange way, he understood that. He had been out with lots of girls who snuck looks at other guys, or other couples, playing the popularity game while they were out with him. And that tiny part of his reved up, hormone laden brain, spoke loudly to the rest of his consciousness. It wasn't a lofty kind of communication. It was more along the lines of "If you want to get her as naked as those other two babes out there, and if you want to be naked WHILE she's being naked ... you'd better make her very happy!"

He stopped, and stood up.

"Look," he said patiently. "I want to spend this time with you. Maybe all we'll do is really talk, and that's OK with me. But I'm not thinking of any girl but you right now."

Melody felt a rush of relief as something not horribly far off from what she fantasized was said to her. Her response was to kiss the boy who had said that wonderful thing to her.

Then she attacked the bed. It finally popped open with a lurch. She turned to the boy who had suddenly become her dream lover, and kissed him again.

"I don't want to be naked ... yet ..." she breathed into his lips.

"OK," he said eagerly. He heard that "yet" loud and clear. His prick heard it too, and sprang to attention in his pants.

Less than two minutes later he had his hand up her shirt, her bra unclipped, and she was moaning into his mouth as he squeezed her stiff nipples.

In the girl's suite, Bunny pulled her lips tightly up Jack's stiff prick, from the base to the tip. She swallowed a mixture of saliva and precum and smacked her lips. One of Jack's fingers was buried in her horny pussy, and he was rubbing the most delicious spot on the top of her newly used channel. She spread her legs more, and wiggled her hips as he rubbed her clitty with the web of his hand.

"Mmmmm I don't want to wait any more," she moaned, looking at the tip of his cock.

"Then don't," he gasped.

"But sucking you is so much fun!" she said brightly.

"Just do something," pleaded Jack.

"Am I better than those skinny girls?" she asked, squeezing his prick in her fist.

"What girls?" he moaned.

"You know just how to make me feel sooo good," sighed Bunny, and she swallowed him whole again.

"I knew it!" snarled Susan as she slid across the parking lot.

"What?" asked Ronnie.

"They're in the motor home!" puffed Susan, barely keeping from falling as she tried to hurry.

"What do you suppose they're doing in there?" asked Ronnie with a completely straight face. She had to work hard to control her grin.

Susan skidded to a stop and whirled to face her friend.

"You know what they're doing!" she said with acid in her voice. "They're having sex! That's what they're doing!"

"You don't know that," chided Ronnie. As far as she was concerned, the vast majority of claims made by teenagers about having sex were blatant lies. If as many girls as claimed were having sex were actually having sex, there's be a whole lot more of them turning up pregnant, pills or no pills. And, since there weren't, the way she reasoned it, then they weren't having all that sex.

"I'll show you!" grumped Susan.

"We can't just walk in there," said Ronnie.

"Why not? It's our travel trailer too!" said Susan stubbornly.

"It's a motor home, Susan," said Ronnie gently.

"Ohhh!" sputtered Susan. "I know that! You know what I meant. We have just as much right to go in there as they do!"

"What if they really are having sex?" asked Ronnie.

"Well, Miss Johnson said she told them not to do it any more! And if they are then ... then ... then ... we'll tell on them!"

Ronnie frowned. Her opinion about snitches was pretty much like that of any other teenager.

"Let's just make sure before we go off half cocked," she said.

Ronnie looked around.

"Over there ... see that trash barrel? Let's roll it over to a window and peek in. Maybe they aren't doing anything. If we just walk in, and they ARE doing anything, and then they get in trouble, they'll know who tattled. But if we peek through the window, they won't know we're there, and then you can go get Miss Johnson."

"Good idea!" whispered Susan, getting caught up in the idea of spying secretly.

Together they rolled the steel drum across the snow and stood it on its empty end. Ronnie hopped up before Susan could, to keep her from looking first. Ronnie fully expected to see the teens inside, maybe drinking or smoking, but not having sex. Who had sex while somebody else was right there with you, anyway? It was just one more reason she didn't think she'd see anything worth looking at.

As she pressed her eye against the cold glass of the big picture window on the side of the coach, and peeked between the almost closed Venetian blinds inside, her breath caught in her throat as she realized Susan was right.

She stared in just as Jerry started spewing Tiffany full of boy juice.

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