Chapter 6

Day 4 – Wednesday

So Wednesday was special. For all sorts of reasons. It was past the midpoint of the holiday. It had snowed over night, changing the conditions again into a winter wonderland of fresh snow that was more forgiving than ice (the piste bashers had nicely flattened and removed tricky deep snow on the easier slopes at least). It was Pizza Day so Keith and Melanie were already planning to stop at lunchtime; which had made Trevor suggest the same to Isobel. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” Isobel had asked.

“Anything.” Keith had replied, confident that they had done ‘everything’ already. There couldn’t be anything new.

And it was Lucy Day of course. Well, Lucy and Linda day actually. Lucy was getting Rupert. Linda didn’t know it yet, but she was getting a lesbian fuck fest that would astound her two best friends at school. They had always said they were special friends and often had long practice kisses; Linda didn’t mind, she had known them for ever. But they thought they were quite daring; and then Linda came back from her skiing holiday.

The skiing was much the same as ever. Instructors in the morning garbled something and slid off down the slope to demonstrate. People tried with more or less success to emulate. Abi slide down a blue past Lucy and shouted “Hi Lucy.” and turned and snow ploughed backwards with a wave. The thing was, she wasn’t even showing off, she just did it. Then she turned back with a little jump and was gone. Her father and Trevor were skiing together again as the two mothers were now very happy to ski a little, drink a little (hot red wine with sugar and herbs), ski a little, drink a little. Most afternoons they were contentedly sozzled. On this particular day that was no bad thing; they would be relaxed for the afternoon activity.

Abi liked skiing alone. She was able to do any run in the resort and just cruised around making her choice based upon the least occupied space. Sometimes it was red, sometimes black. Occasionally she cruised over to L’Ours, which was a blue that you could only do by starting on a black. That put almost everybody off. None of them ever really understood the sense of this, but perhaps it was just accurately reflecting the levels of difficulty and then letting people decide for themselves.

Lunchtime arrived and Lucy and Rupert met as pre-arranged in a quiet cafe on the slopes. Then they skied down to the square, left their skis in the ski locker for Rupert and the girls and hurried up to the flat. There was always a danger that they would be seen, this was the riskiest part of the plan. It wasn’t that they felt the various parents would object in fact, but they would object in principle. If Lucy went to a party at home and had a one night stand with some boy, everybody would just accept that was what happened. But if Trevor (especially) or Melanie (less so) or Keith (more) and Isobel (she kind of expected it now) knew then they would feel they had to take action. Better they were able to stay ignorant.

So they got into the apartment with a sigh. “You want a coffee?” Rupert put the kettle on, he wanted one. “Or we have wine ... oh, well maybe later?” Yes, can’t have anybody smelling alcohol and saying she was seduced, half drunk. Her mother was actually already half drunk. There is less alcohol in a vin chaud, but the warmth and the sugar make the body absorb it faster, and she was now on her fourth. Ironically, the first two had made her ski better as she lost some of her fears. The two women skied slowly (and slightly wobbly) back to the apartments not long after. Keith was surprised to find his wife in bed when he got in, looking forward to a shower and a rest. “That can wait, dear. You have a duty, hic!, to perform. The first of many!”

In their apartment, Trevor was discovering that there were indeed things he hadn’t thought of. The first consisted of rimming and licking from her anus to her vagina and back. He was mildly disgusted until he realised how much it turned her on. The second consisted of a (thankfully small) courgette being greased and gently insert into his own rectum; “Now fuck me you stud.” Well, that was a distraction, which kept him going longer, which got her going further, which was quite delightful at the end.

Rupert was drinking coffee with Lucy like two middle-aged people as their older colleagues were doing things that would grace porn films (albeit with more acting and less “Oh, not too hard. More saliva please.”) He knew she was keen, she knew he was willing, but how to move things on? Ah he had it. “Let’s have a shower. Trust me?” she nodded. Now came the time to stop if she wanted to. He would see her naked, and she would see him; well, Linda had already seen him, so yes, yes she wanted to see his ‘stuff’ too. Of course it would be up and ready for action this time, Linda hadn’t seen that (she hoped!).

“You can say stop at any time, but trust me and I think you’ll enjoy it.”

So he undressed her, there and then, in the sitting room. “What if the others come back?”

“That’s part of the fun. The risk of discovery. Your parents will feel the same. There’s just that possibility that you forgot something for tonight and will go back for it and find them in flagrante delicto.”

“What?”

“At it!”

“Oh, right.”

Naked, he led her to the bathroom. “You can pee in the shower if you want. Or wait.” He didn’t say that if she waited, he’d still be there to see. She opted to wait. He undressed quickly as she started to adjust the water. The shower was over the bath, so there was little room to move around someone in the shower, the bath being narrow; so he told her to turn around. He used up a load more shampoo in washing her body entirely and then told her to do the same for him. Exactly the same. He had gently inserted soapy fingers into her bottom, sliding in and out until they were all the way in. She didn’t say, but she already knew that was nice when she was alone. As with Mary, he didn’t put soapy fingers inside her vagina. He washed them thoroughly and then they were just wet. Wet and rapidly slippery. As expected, this was turning her on big time. She did the same to him, except for the vagina, obviously. She washed his erection and he suggested she stop before her fired too early, so she focussed on shampooing his hairy balls. He really enjoyed that, it was something new.

What followed was not expected. After the water, the sun screen again. Less this time, but all over. “Oh, I’m not sure.”

“Mary liked it. Don’t tell her I told you.”

“Okay, I think.”

Rubbing sun crème into her bottom was, she thought, the most erotic thing that she had ever had, ever. It was so ... erotic ... having slippery hands sliding over those two round muscles. His fingers entered that hole again. His massage had taken in every part of her body and he hadn’t asked her to do anything. He took his towel and rubbed her down to remove any excess. She reached out to stroke his penis and he just said: “Not yet. You first.” With that, to her surprise (and his, he hadn’t intended to until that very minute), he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Not for the first time she wondered if they switched the sheets around so each person’s sexual leakages were kept separate. She never asked, never knew and found she didn’t care anymore as her naked body was laid on the bed and his mouth found her all but hairless vagina and slid his tongue inside and then out and down her perineum. She nearly came at that moment, she had never realised how sensitive that small stretch between the two holes was. She did gasp. She felt like his hands were everywhere; everywhere that she had been told since she was five that no boy should ever go. She knew why – there had been that incident when she was eleven with Mr Rogerstone, but she’d dealt with that (“You are an old pervert, and if you ever come near me again, I will tell everyone. And if you even look at my sister, I’ll do the same!”), now, suddenly she was letting the hands of a boy she had known for just a few days invade her places.

So it wasn’t surprising when she managed her first explosive orgasm long before a penis had invaded at all. It was explosive but quiet. She lay on her back smiling; it was rather good to let someone else do all the work. She realised that she should reciprocate and started to wonder what to do when she felt her legs lifted onto his shoulders and his head nuzzled into her groin. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but this was the second course. His tongue was licking and lapping at her groin. He disengaged and said “Can you squeeze out a little urine? Just a little? I love the taste.” She knew, she’d heard, boys didn’t like giving oral sex to girls in case they peed on them. They didn’t see it as a problem the other way round. Now here was a boy asking her to ... she went red and then just let a bubble, a trickle come out. He lapped that up like it was ambrosia. He was telling the truth, but he’d also read a story about a man collecting urine from virgins and found it such a turnon that he wanted to see if the story was true, that a virgin girl’s pee was different. He was pretty sure it wasn’t, but he was also excited to watch the rapid drips of water coming out of her slit. “MMM, that’s lovely.” He said, then he just carried on sliding his tongue into her. As with all girls these days, she had no hymen, that had long been worn away by an active life and tampons; there was nothing preventing him sliding his tongue in. She liked the feeling, she liked knowing that he liked it. Her clitoris was now properly engorged again. It was a discovery he had made that the female clitoris could expand and contract just like a penis (on a smaller scale). Hers was small even when it was engorged, but he was able to let his lips kiss it by holding her open. That was odd, she had never tried holding herself open; bodily functions consisted of pee – when the jet just needed to be directed; and periods – when the tampon just got pushed in by opening herself a little and pushing it in. She had never deliberately held herself open for an extended period, and certainly never tried directly rubbing her clitoris. The only time she had touched it she had nearly hit the roof, it was so sensitve. She was convinced from then on that only indirect friction was appropriate for that organ. Rupert was demonstrating an alternative. His lips kissed it again and she shivered with a feeling of sexuality, or sexual potential. Each time he did it now she found it better and better. Then he allowed his tongue to get involved and she was gone. Also she felt she had no need to be quiet in her enjoyment, it wasn’t like her bedroom at home, she could let rip. So she did. “YAYYAYAYAYAyaaaahhhhh.” was what it sounded like. Again, the window was shut, so nobody except Rupert heard Lucy’s first ecstatic cry of sexual pleasure delivered to her. Second really, but this one was the one she remembered. The first had been rather like starting out, this one finished it. That’s how she remembered it, a long, long orgasm lasting an hour. Probably impossible, but that was her memory of it.

“Can you finish the job? You know, come inside?”

“We can wait until you’re ready again, I don’t mind.” His penis was all but shouting that it was ready to blow and he’s saying ‘we can wait if you like’.

She shook her head. No, she wanted the whole experience now. “No, we can do it again later too, can’t we?” Oh yes, definitely. So he asked her to open herself up and guide him in. She had that virginal, never been opened this much, feel. It was undoubtedly different to the past, when girls had been literally untouched until some huge hairy cock and balls blasted their way in. Part of him thought that was probably fun too (he knew that was non-PC to think that way, so he kept quiet). Now a girl will have been opened a little with a tampon, quite possibly will have fingered herself too, but rarely will she have pushed several fingers in to the size and depth of an erect penis. There was still that strain as the girl’s snatch discovered it could open much more – sex education rarely mentioned that first expansion, always concentrating on the miracle of how it could open for a baby; but the first time was when a cock drilled in, and a sixteen year old virgin found just how deep six inches (Rupert never suggested he was nine inches, like some boys did. That would make them small horses. Actually he was just slightly over the average, but nothing like the huge porn actors on the web with their massive dongs) would go.