The prank wasn't working out so well. Not now, not in the last hundred fifty fraking, bitchy miles! She made it so hard for us to hold our tongues. I didn't know if I could wait until we arrived to tell her November 14th is NOT really Nude day, not National Nude day anyway.
Sue has a complicated past that took me years to understand and finally see the truth. Despite her good intentions and generous nature, she has huge barriers defending her core self. As a child, she learned to 'fix' problems by running from them and lying to everyone. She learned that things were easier if she told people what they wanted or expected to hear. So with equal sincerity, she would tell opposite 'truths'.
When actions speak louder and more reliably than words, you must follow them regardless of what she says. Of course, she HATES that. And she hates that I figured it all out. There must be some peace in being incognito that I don't understand. She feels trapped and frustrated by her own actions and sordid past. Fifty miles into the trip, we let it slip that this was National Nude day, it isn't, and we were all expected to participate, PUBLICLY, though we were just hoping for a private show.
"How and WHY the hell did you talk ME into this knowing how modest I am? So why would you think I'd want to go for a National Nude day romp? If that's not bad enough, you invited my friends to come. Fat chance I'll be part of THAT!" I squeezed the wheel tighter, clenched my jaw and didn't answer. No one did. Somehow, I resisted the temptation to drive over the edge and stayed on the narrow mountain road while Sue's intense anger flooded our black coupe. Little did she know that this trip, this adventure, wasn't even my idea.
Rae had brought up a ski trip last winter, but all she could get from Sue was "Maybe next year." Though Rae occasionally brought it up in the months since then, she decided to approach me separately about it.
Sue believed that I wanted her to be very modest and shy, so she pretended to be that. I eventually figured out she was a closet exhibitionist (see Out of the Closet) and she felt she could expose herself if it wasn't her doing or fault. Rae and Sue frequently got blitzed on booze and other mind benders. Both could then drop their guard, behave badly and blame the booze.
Sue elevated that to a perfected art form. She'd then conveniently forget most of what she did while under the influence, or so she said. It was this amnesia that let me pull convincing pranks on both of them. Rae and I began telling her that she already agreed to the ski trip months ago in a 'play date'. When she finally bought that, SHE insisted we go during the summer.
She began believing that a summer ski trip was HER attempt at a prank. Haaaaa! We let her think she pulled one over on us and planned our trip to include National Nude day. We conspired and decided not to tell her about the Nude Day resort Rae chose, at least until she agreed to the trip. Rae thought it would be hilarious payback for some of the pranks Sue pulled on her. I wasn't so sure.
We all agreed to let Rae schedule the trip and make all arrangements. Rae didn't want to wait nearly a year for her ruse, so she suggested, solely to me, that she ALSO plan a weekend trip as soon as we could and keep the July trip a secret surprise. Rae let us know what she found before committing and even pointed out that we'd be away on Bastille Day. That was my Francophile contribution to the subterfuge since Sue didn't know of the overlap with the real Nude Day.
She called Sue directly and told her the bad news that the resort was booked for the summer. After a long conversation, she convinced Sue to go for a winter trip instead. I was the one who suggested we tell her late into the trip that November 14th was National Nude day.
Rae said the only cabin choice was a single room chalet. I never learned if that were true, but I would have made the same choice. So after two months of teasing and anticipation, we four were on our way. The trip was fun and we all sang with the radio and teased each other about listening to or even watching each other have sex in the one big room, leaving that uncertainty in play ... Until we passed the little town of Beare Hamlet at the foot of the mountain.
The town had renamed itself after Billy Beare, born locally, when he won the gold for skiing. A big banner and strings of lights arced over the town's entry portal, somewhat like Reno's gaudy entries. Len managed to distract Sue from reading the early announcement that proclaimed the town was the county center for National Nude Day festivities on 7/14. When she asked what the sign said, we all stammered like we didn't want to tell her. She INSISTED we tell her. Len hesitantly told her what it said, except for the date. At her suspicious insistence, he told her it was November 14th. The trap was sprung!
Sue abruptly turned and sat rigidly, angrily staring out the front window, her chest heaving, her fists clenched and blanching menacingly. I felt the steam build in her gut and then escape thru her ears and mouth! She shouted, "IS THIS WHY YOU AGREED TO A SKI TRIP NOW INSTEAD OF IN THE SUMMER? ARE YOU SCREWING WITH ME?" I said nothing and took the brunt of her outburst away from our friends. So here we were, driving up the mountain in strained silence on a Friday start to a LONG weekend, fighting the urges to shout back or even laugh at the prank.
Rae was Sue's friend from work and I met her thru Sue. She was hot and flirty and a serious tease. Len was her current squeeze and a player. He met her when he was her neighbor who would often be lurking at her fence when she was catching some rays, topless. He let that slip when he was high and bragging about how great Rae's tits were. Sue and I had to agree though no one admitted that we had ALL seen her big, beautiful boobs.
He stopped abruptly, just short of comparing her jugs with Sue's tiny tits, barely. He half-slipped that he saw Sue's tits when she was topless with Rae. The car went deadly silent. Sue had never told me and I wasn't supposed to know that escapist lie of omission.
After a little prodding, by me, he admitted, and Rae confirmed, that she started sunning totally nude FOR him. Rae laughed that the first time she convinced Sue to go nude too, the wind blew away the sheet she'd hung to 'protect' her from Len. Len was there, probably peeking around the sheet anyway, and saw her fully exposed, vulnerable body. Rae said Sue ran screaming into the house when she saw Len drooling over her. Of course, that wasn't HER fault!
I could picture her spreading her legs, opening her treasures, for him before being forced to admit that she knew he was watching closely. She certainly spread them to get up and 'accidentally' expose her damp, swollen pussy to him. She surely had to open her arms when pushing herself up so her tits were clearly exposed to him and finally she had no way to cover her beautiful bare ass from the bright sunlit while running away. It wasn't HER fault he got to enjoy seeing every bit of her naked. She surely loved the exposure and attention! Again, I wasn't supposed to know. Odd man out once more. Secrets! This was one of those we didn't, couldn't, talk about since it would embarrass my 'shy' girlfriend.
When we left for our trip, we supposedly had never been intimate or naked together. That was our shared pretense. Yet, we HAD watched porn together and watched Len grope Rae under her shirt. Sue wouldn't allow any public groping, even just with the two of them, not over and certainly not under her shirt or even over her painted-on jean's ass.
Being a flirty prude who was very liberal in bed were some of the contradictions she left me to figure out. She wouldn't discuss them since I 'should know without telling me'. Despite her 'modesty', we four were comfortable sharing a room and I expected the girls would both spend the night in minimal and casual sleep wear. I looked forward to some 'accidental' exposure. I'm sure Len expected some too.
When we arrived at the ski lodge/chalet, Sue, still fuming, refused to leave the car or fold her seat though she was blocking her friend in. Rae and Len had to awkwardly leave by my door. "Let her cool off there. She'll come in when she's ready." This was a poor omen for the weekend.
Just as we got the last of the bags inside, Sue stormed in a huff. She looked around at the single room and glared at me. It was much bigger than expected, about 30x30' with an open kitchenette. Two queen beds were on opposite walls. One side wall had two big windows. The mountain top had just received a surprise dump of heavy snow due to an inversion or something. It wasn't going to last long due to the unusually warm weather expected, but for now, eight feet of snow blocked the windows with only a one foot gap to the snow mound.
The opposite wall had an open closet between the kitchenette area and the DOORLESS bathroom. Well, it wasn't quite doorless since it had the accordion plastic doors common to mobile homes and RVs. Minimal privacy there. The 80-degree room threatened to melt us and the snow around the chalet. Several minutes later, Sue sat roughly on a bed and angrily said she just knew without a doubt that the ONE room was my idea. I was about to let her off the hook, but Rae cut me off. She reminded Sue that SHE made the reservations and accepted the single, shared room.
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