Chapter 4

Somehow, the girls had radar that told them when they could get Jack alone.

He went to the combination convenience store and gift shop, where he was promptly greeted by name by a very competent and professional young woman who asked if the kids were all having a good time, and how was that nice Bunny, who had slipped on the ice. He was trying to figure out how to ask for condoms without raising eyebrows when he was suddenly surrounded by giggling teenaged girls.

“Hi Mr. Kelly” gushed Linda, taking his arm in hers. All three girls had just come in from the cold and their cheeks were rosy. There were melting flakes of snow in their hair.

“Melody and I have been looking all over for you.” said the girl.

Jack darted a glance at the saleswoman who was smiling and he decided that asking for condoms was out of the question.

“Well, what can I do for you girls?” he asked in his best officious teacher’s voice.

“Melody has some questions about biology.” said Tiffany, with a hint of a smile on her face.

“Surely you girls would rather play than think about school.” said Jack in an effort to get them to leave. If he could just stay in the gift shop while they left, he’d be safe.

“Oh, I want to play.” said Melody, staring at him intently. “But there are still things I want to be ready for when I get back home. I don’t want to put off ... learning ... until it’s too late.”

“Come on Mr. Kelly.” said Tiffany. “You’re supposed to take care of us on this trip.”

Jack darted another somewhat panicked look at the sales girl, who was openly grinning now.

The clerk held up one hand. “You girls go along now. He’ll be along in a minute. He and I have some business to finalize,” she said.

Having been dismissed, the girls straggled to the door and clustered there, watching Jack. He turned to the woman, who reached under the counter and brought out a slim box.

“Here.” she said. “I lost my cherry to my Algebra teacher.”

Jack looked at the box, which claimed to contain six ribbed supersensitive condoms with reservoir tip, in three psychedelic colors. He looked up at the woman, incredulous.

“I’ve seen it all before, Jack. And don’t worry. What goes on at Snow Valley stays at Snow Valley. I won’t blow your cover.”

“Uh ... thanks.” mumbled Jack. “How much?”

“On the house.” said the woman smiling. She looked at the cluster of girls. “They bring back some really great memories for me.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.” said Jack, uncertain as to what to do.

“Well it is. Now, go on. Biology can’t wait.” She grinned wider. “And make it special for them.”

Bob slipped the thin box into his pants pocket and had no choice but to go toward the three girls, who perked up excitedly as he approached.

“Where’s Ms Johnson?” asked Linda.

“She’s being examined by the doctor.” said Jack, a little light headedly.

“Good, we can use the room.” said Linda.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” said Jack, trying to stave off the inevitable. “Somebody might come in.”

Tiffany held up her hand, for all the world as if she was waiting to be called on by the teacher.

“We can use the motor home.” she said.

Jack groaned. Of course she’d think of that. She’d already used it herself for the same purpose.

He looked around nervously as the three giggling girls herded him toward the big motor home, but nobody seemed to be taking any notice of them. Once inside he stood there uncertainly while Tiffany, in her matriarchal role ... or more accurately her role as a debaucher ... set about getting the bed open. She handled it with obvious ease.

Melody also stood nervously.

“I’m scared.” she said in a small voice.

Jack’s heart leapt.

“You don’t have to do this Melody.” he said, trying to smooth his rough voice. Despite his reluctance, the walk to the motor home and the image of Melody naked and splayed under him had gotten him half hard.

“I have to do it sometime.” she said. “And I’d rather do it with you than anybody else.”

Jack was both surprised and gratified in some sense.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I like you and I know you’ll be nice to me.” she said simply. “I know if I tell you to stop, then you will.”

“I don’t know about that.” admitted Jack. “It’s pretty exciting to think about ... you know ... um ... making love to you.”

Melody beamed. “That makes me feel all squishy inside.”

Tiffany turned around. “OK, all ready.”

Linda, meanwhile, had gotten a soda out of the refrigerator and was trying to open it without breaking a nail.

“This is frozen.” she commented as the top popped open.

Melody’s brow furrowed. “It’s going to be cold in here.” she said. “Can we start it and turn on the heater?”

Once again Jack thought he saw a way out. “We can’t really do that. It would draw too much attention to the motor home. I mean just sitting here running ... with nobody at the wheel ... you know?”

And, once again, Tiffany blocked his escape.

“Oh pooh!” she snorted. “There’s blankets and stuff. Once you get in the bed it will warm up. Haven’t you been camping before?”

It was decidedly unromantic, all things considered. Both Jack and Melody were shivering by the time they dropped the last of their clothing, and both jumped for the bed not so much because they wanted to be in it together naked, as to get to something resembling warmth as they burrowed under the blankets. In the process they pulled the blankets up over their faces. A little light still came in where their heads made room for it.

But the proximity of their naked bodies, rubbing up against each other had the typical effect on them both. Melody, for the first time in her life, was in bed naked with a male. For Jack, the knowledge that the smooth warm body beside him belonged to the beautiful and desirable Melody, not to mention that she was a virgin, caused his prick to bloom to full hard. He put his arms around her as she snuggled up against him.

“Mmmm you’re warm.” she breathed in his neck. She reached up to move her hair out of her face, and he found green eyes looking into his.

“You are too.” he said, squeezing her. He felt his hardon press against her abdomen.

“Is that your... ?” she asked shyly.

“Uh huh.” he said.

“And it’s already hard?” she asked.

“You’re a beautiful girl, Melody.” he said.

She smiled and wiggled against him.

“I’m still scared, but I’m all excited too.” she said.

“I can’t see anything!” complained Linda.

Jack reached up and pulled the blanket down enough to see Linda standing beside the bed, looking down.

“Well we’re certainly not going to pull the blankets down just so you can watch.” he said.

“But that’s not fair!“ she whined. “Melody got to see what happened to me!“

“It’s too cold.” said Jack firmly.

“And I’m all horny!” Linda went on. “I want to be under the covers with you too.”

“There’s another bed.” said Tiffany, significantly.

“Well duh!” said Linda sourly. “But Mr. Kelly isn’t in that one.”

“No, but we could be.” suggested Tiffany. “It would be all warm. And I know how to take care of you.”

Linda’s face was pale in the cold air, but a hint of pink came to her cheeks.

“You mean ... you and me? In bed naked? Doing ... things?” She looked a little shocked.

“It doesn’t make you a lesbian to have fun with another girl.” said Tiffany patiently. “I told you I like a nice hard prick in my pussy. But I’m horny too and Jerry decided to go off and ski on that black diamond slope with Doug and Randy, so I can’t do anything about that right now. Come on Linda, we like each other. Don’t you want to feel good?”

Linda looked uncertain and Jack decided to return to Melody, who he had been neglecting. He pulled the blanket back up over their heads and looked into Melody’s eyes.

“I’m back.” he said.

“Good.” she smiled. “I’m not so nervous any more. I think.”

“I’ll try not to do anything you don’t want me to do.” said Jack softly, kissing the girl on the lips gently. His hand slid from her back to her hip and then up under her arm to the swell of her breast. Her arm clamped down instinctively, trapping his hand, but then relaxed as she fought the impulse to keep a male hand away from her breast. He slid his hand over the mound and he felt her nipple, hard and protruding. He let his fingertips grasp it gently and he pulled on it, squeezing it a little.

“Mmmm” she responded. “It feels really different when you do it.”

“You’ve let boys do this before?” he asked, massaging the hard little nubbin and making her wiggle.

“Twice.” she whispered. “But not naked like this.” she added.

“I’d like to put my penis between your legs.” he said softly. “Not in you, but just against you ... down there.”

“OK.” She shivered as his hand went from her breast to grasp his penis.

She lifted her leg and he tucked his hard prick between her legs. He was both surprised and happy to feel that her pussy lips were already wet with desire as he pushed the top of his rod against them. He wanted to burrow the tip of his prick between those slick lips, but forced himself to go slowly. He had all but raped Linda. He didn’t want to do that to Melody. He took half a second to realize that he had already resigned - if that was the right word - himself to having sex with this teenager.

“Oooo that feels strange.” she whispered. Her hips moved, making her pussy lips slide along his prick. “It feels good.”

“It feels good to me too.” he whispered back.

There were bumping sounds from across the aisle and Jack realized that Tiffany was letting down the other bed. He knew that when it was down there would be only a twelve inch separation between that bed and the one he and Melody were in. It was possible to bridge that gap and make a super king sized bed, but he didn’t know how to do that. It wasn’t necessary anyway. He took the time to lower the blanket and he peeked to see Tiffany standing naked, looking at Linda, who was looking at Tiffany.

“Are you sure this doesn’t make us lesbians?” asked Linda.

“Do you still want Mr. Kelly to stick his nasty old hard prick up in your pussy again?” asked Tiffany, shivering.

“Yes!“ said Linda firmly.

“Then you canpt be a lesbian. A lesbian wouldn’t want that at all.” said Tiffany resolutely.

Linda reached hesitantly for the zipper of her ski jacket.

“Well, if you’re sure.” she said.

“Hurry up!“ snarled Tiffany. “I’m freezing here.”

“Did you lock the door?” whined Linda.

“I did.” said Jack, and then ducked back under the covers.

He began kissing Melody. These were not quick, or soft and gentle kisses. He kissed her hungrily and pressed his tongue against her closed lips. Reluctantly she parted them and he licked her teeth and the tip of her own tongue. Her mouth opened more and her tongue came out. His hand went to her buttocks and pulled her against him.

That kiss broke and she looked at him with wide green eyes.

“I never let a boy put his tongue in my mouth before.” she said. “They always wanted to, but I thought it would be nasty. It wasn’t nasty at all.” she commented.

Her lips reached for his and they spent the next five minutes just making out under the blanket. Jack’s hand went to her breasts again and fondled them, tweaking both nipples until they stood out, aching, tall and proud. Melody began moaning into his mouth during the kisses. Jack took the next step and slid his hand down across her flat belly, letting his fingertips find the fringes of her pubic hair and then the top of her split. He only went as far as it was necessary to go to find her clit and then diddled it gently.

Melody broke her kiss. “Ohhhh I like that. It feels so different than when I do it.” she sighed.

Jack started sliding his finger deeper and then back up, rubbing her clit while searching for the virgin hole he knew was close by. He started dipping his finger into it, coming between his prick and her skin. He hooked that finger, letting it slide up into her a little. He could feel clearly the circle of thin skin that surrounded his finger tip ... her hymen. It contacted his finger on all sides and he knew from his education in things sexual that her hymen was attached on all sides, with a hole in the middle, rather than filling only half the channel, like some did. She jerked as he pushed his finger a little deeper.

“Does that hurt?” he asked softly.

“A little.” she admitted. “It always hurts a little when I put my finger in there. I don’t go very deep.” she whispered.

“It will hurt more if I make love to you.” he warned.

“I know, but I’m so excited right now that I don’t want to stop.” she panted.

“Why don’t you lie on top of me?” he suggested. “You can control how much pressure there is if you do that.”

She scrambled on top of him almost instantly, letting her knees straddle his hips. In the process his prick was sandwiched between his belly and hers again.

“It feels so big.” she whispered.

“It’s not all that impressive.” he told her. “I’m pretty normal.”

“Can I touch it?” she asked.

Jack wanted to laugh. Here they were, stark naked in a motor home in the Colorado mountains, a teacher and student. His hands had been all over her body and she was asking permission to touch his penis? He didn’t laugh, though. All he did was say kindly. “I think I’d like that a lot, Melody.”