Chapter 5

All three girls, once dressed, had run off giggling, to see what was going on. Tiffany claimed to know where the black diamond slope ended and mentioned that Doug and Randy would be there too. Jack had a sinking feeling that everything was coming unraveled. He had visions of the motor home rocking on its springs as three boys lustily fucked three girls, squirting them full of babies in the process.

Bunny was already in the room when Jack got there, his now shrunken prick firmly in his pants.

"Where have you been!" she chimed. She was still fully dressed. "Doctor Richards says I just strained some muscles and everything will be fine in a week or two."

Jack knew that he might be ruining the best thing that had happened to him, but he couldn't keep it inside. He also couldn't let her be blind-sided by what he knew would happen eventually.

"We have a problem." he said. He frowned. "Actually ... I have a problem."

"What?" she asked, a concerned look coming on her face.

Now Jack didn't know just how much to admit. Bunny wasn't aware that three girls had watched him destroy her virginity and spurt her full of spunk. Admitting that didn't seem like it would make things any better.

At the same time, he had to explain how he could be blackmailed, and he needed Bunny on his side of things, so it needed to be something she could identify with.

"Well ... when I was taking care of you last night ... all three of them - Tiffany, Melody and Lindda - walked in while you were ... um ... unconscious. I ... um ... don't think they saw anything, except that I was still naked. They ... um ... were curious about what a man looked like, and they said they could claim that I raped you ... or tried to rape you. Things kind of got out of hand ... and I let them ... uh ... do some things. And somehow ... Linda kind of got under me, and she was naked too, and I sort of lost control and ... kind of put it inside her..."

"You just STUCK IT IN HER!?" Bunny was scandalized.

"Yes." he moaned, ashamed.

"I can't believe she didn't scream." said Bunny.

"That's because she ... loved it." said Jack miserably. He didn't think it was a good idea to admit that she HAD screamed.

"Well, I guess I can understand that." said Bunny frankly. "I can't believe how much I've missed all these years. Jack, honey, once I had you I was hooked. I'm going to have a man in my life from now on. I hope it's you Jack." she said firmly.

"But I raped a student." he moaned.

"You idiot, that wasn't rape." said Bunny. "Girls in that situation don't get naked with a man if they aren't horny, and a horny woman expects to get her cookies off." She looked thoughtful. "And Tiffany had something to do with it too." She looked at Jack. "What about Melody?" she asked.

Jack tried to look somewhere else. "Um ... out in the motor home ... about half an hour ago..." his voice trailed off. As Bunny's eyes widened he tried to defend himself. "They cornered me in the gift shop." he said. "They said I had to pop Mel's cherry for her or they'd tell that I'd done it with Linda."

"Oh give me a break!" snorted Bunny.

"I'm telling the truth!" Jack insisted. "I went to the gift shop to get the condoms, and then they showed up. The girl that works there even knew what they were doing. She GAVE me the condoms after she chased the girls out. She said her Algebra teacher took her virginity and she told me to make them happy!"

Bunny covered her eyes with both hands and groaned.

"You've GOT to be kidding me. First three girls catch you fucking me, and you fuck one of them. Then the cashier in the fucking GIFT SHOP figures out what's going on! And THEN you actually go and DO it to ANOTHER one!?" She pulled one hand off her eye and glared at Jack. "At least you got some condoms" she said heavily.

Jack didn't think it was the opportune time to mention that they had lain unused in his pants while he spunked two teenaged students, neither of whom was protected in any way, shape or form.

Maybe later.

"What are we going to do?" he asked miserably.

Bunny uncovered her eyes and sat up, wincing, until Jack helped her.

"We can't just take them all home." she said. "That would cause questions we couldn't answer." She looked up at Jack with something he thought might be accusatory. "And you can't just keep fucking them." she said sternly.

"I know." he said miserably. "But they keep threatening to tell."

"I'll have a little woman to woman talk with them about that." said Bunny decisively. She tried to throw her legs over the edge of the bed and groaned. "Later." she moaned.

"I'm sorry." said Jack, still miserable.

"If I know men - and I admit I'm a little shy of knowledge about men - but if I know men, I doubt you're nearly as sorry as you're trying to convince me you are." said Bunny. But her words were said more or less good naturedly. "But you can't keep doing it with them." she said firmly. "Besides the obvious ethical problem ... I don't want to share you."

Jack was astonished. Even after admitting he had screwed two of their charges, she was still interested in him. He couldn't believe it.

"You're taking this awfully well." he commented.

"I'm around High School girls all day long." said Bunny simply. "I know how they act, and what they do. You didn't have a chance, Jackie boy. Very few men would be able to stand up to three determined girls."

"But you were so freaked out when you caught Tiffany." said Jack.

"That's because it was happening on my shift." she said. "Now that it's done and I know what they're planning, I can do something about it."

"What should I do?" asked Jack.

"You just stay away from them until I get them together tonight." she said. "And get some rest. I expected to be made happy when you walked through that door. You did not make me happy Jack. You're going to have to work very hard to make up for that the next time you get me naked."

Again, her face didn't match the severity of her voice. Jack felt a wave of relief wash over him. Maybe he hadn't screwed things up beyond help after all...

The thing that surprised Jack more than anything else at supper was that the girls acted completely normal. They chattered and talked about the things that all kids talk about when they get together. Melody and Linda did, however, pay a lot more attention to Randy and Doug respectively than they had in the past. The boys basked in the attention. Only the occasional sidelong glance at Jack told him that the girls were teasing him by flirting with the boys. Or at least they thought they were.

Bunny acted normally too, which also amazed Jack. She chatted with all the kids about what they had done that day, and what the skiing was like and all the normal things a sponsor would be interested in.

Jack, on the other hand, was almost a wreck. He was so nervous that he forgot to eat until he realized that both Susan and Ronnie, the only two girls at the table who didn't have a man to talk to, were looking at him strangely. He tried, with limited success, to engage them in normal conversation.

Ronnie, as it turned out, was a snowboarder, and was quite accomplished at it, to hear her talk about her day. Susan had tried that, but had eventually elected to tube for most of the day instead. She wanted to ski, but wasn't ready for the harder courses that the boys had gone down, and the other three girls hadn't done any sporting activities at all that day, electing as they called it, to shop and watch guys. Susan somewhat sullenly remarked that she didn't want to ski alone, and made a jab at girls who came on a skiing trip and then didn't ski. Only Tiffany heard the remark, though. Her response was flippant.

"I'll ski tomorrow Susan." she said waving a hand.

"Yeah, right." said Susan stiffly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Tiffany archly.

"Why don't you tell Jerry what you've REALLY been doing?" challenged Susan.

She got everyone's attention then. She was pissed off and it showed. She turned to Melody and Linda.

"In fact, why don't you two tell everybody what YOU'VE been doing WITH her!" She slammed her fork down on the table.

"Susan." said Tiffany, her voice full of warning.

"Don't you 'Susan' me!" said Susan. "This is supposed to be a skiing trip! You three go out and act like sluts, and I don't have anybody to ski with because of it!"

For Jack, the bell of doom was tolling louder and louder. He knew what Tiffany and her cohorts had told the other two girls about. He thought it was quite possible that Susan had put two and two together and was much better at math than Linda.

Bunny, on the other hand, was clueless, and her fear was that somehow Susan had found out what Jack had done with the three girls. Her reaction was to take control, like a teacher controlling students.

"Susan!" she said firmly. "I'd like to talk to you after dinner." Her rebuke was plain and Susan acted just like any student being rebuked by a teacher. She ducked her head. Bunny's stare then turned to the three girls who had just been called sluts. "And I'll speak with you three after that. Until then, all of you behave like adults. If you can't say anything pleasant ... don't say anything at all."

It was an excellent try, by an accomplished teacher. The only problem was her phrase "act like adults." That, in fact, was the problem in a nutshell. Three of the girls HAD been acting like adults. And in their minds, they weren't about to stop.

Her talk with Susan started off with no little trepidation on Bunny's part, but she masked it with an authoritative attitude. Bunny had told Tiffany, Melody and Linda to wait for her in their suite. She had told the other kids to "go play or something." Then she had taken Susan outside on the big porch that surrounded the chalet. Jack was still sitting at the table, his eyes somewhat glazed, when they all left.

"You want to tell me what that was all about?" asked Bunny.

Susan had not only had a chance to calm down, she had automatically gone into the quite normal "I'm not a snitch" mode that kids learn instinctively. Her response was intended to sidestep the question.

"They're just such sluts." she said defensively.

Bunny, though, had to know if Susan knew just WHO they had been sluts with. If there was any hope at all of controlling the situation, she had to identify every person who knew the damaging details of Jack's ... indiscretions.

"Why is it that you think they're ... sluts." probed Bunny.

Susan felt her anger well up again. She wasn't a completely plain girl. She had a girlish figure, and good teeth, and she liked her hair. But when girls like Tiffany were around, boys just didn't pay any attention to her. It wasn't fair. And for them to go out and have sex with a man was just the last straw. While she had expressed disbelief when Tiffany crowed about how they got some man to have sex with them, she was quite sure that it was true.

"They'll admit it!" she said sullenly. "They've already had sex with some man here at the resort!"

"Some man?" asked Bunny gently, feeling a rush of relief. If this girl knew about Jack, she wouldn't be so forthcoming. She would be more on guard.

"Last night, when you got hurt and Mr. Kelly was taking care of you, they snuck out and found some man to have sex with. They talked about it in the room. They were bragging!" She felt tears in her eyes, from the anger and unfairness of it all, and scrubbed at them furiously, not wanting to cry in front of a teacher.

"I see." said Bunny. Her sense of relief was so strong that she didn't know what to say next. "Maybe they were spinning yarns." she suggested. That's the phrase her mother had used when she was a girl.

"Probably not." sighed Susan. "They're so pretty and popular." She looked morose. "Besides, they went out today and had sex again today. I don't know if it was the same man or somebody new, but they were talking about it just before supper. It isn't fair!"

Bunny's eyes widened as she realized this girl was jealous.

"Look Susan," she started. "I know it seems unfair when some girls get a lot of attention, and others don't. But that attention brings a lot of things that a girl your age shouldn't have to deal with. I don't know if they really did what they claim, but I do know that if they did they'll probably be sorry for it some day. Having that kind of relationship is tough for a girl your age. It's tough for adults. You'll get your chance to find a man and have a relationship with him someday."

It was a good speech. It should have worked. And maybe, if Susan hadn't had so many daydreams about what it would be like to be pretty, and popular, and sought after like the three girls she was so jealous of, it might have worked. But to Susan, Bunny was just another adult, trying to tell her to be satisfied with her lot in life, which was to remain a virgin until she was an old woman. Susan, to put it nicely, didn't buy it. She stared at Bunny, and then did something that, later, would shock her.

"If that's so true, why aren't YOU married?" she blurted. Her anger fueled more incautious words. "You're pretty, and smart, and YOU don't have a man. Everybody knows it. Half the boys sit around and stare at you like they're looking at a dirty magazine. Why don't YOU have a man? A boyfriend even?"

Her brain caught up with her mouth finally and she closed it.

"I'm sorry." she said, horrified. "Really Miss Johnson, I didn't mean that. I'm really, really sorry."

Bunny, who had started to react to those harsh words like any woman would, took a breath. The girl's apology was sincere. She was frustrated and full of hormones. Bunny knew what that was like, and it tempered her response.

"I've been waiting for the RIGHT man." she said softly. "I know what you're going through. I had braces when I was your age. I had a flat chest too."

Susan's eyes went to Bunny's generous breasts with a look of disbelief.

Bunny went on. "I know it's not easy for you. But hopping into bed with some guy won't solve your problems."

Bunny felt a twinge of guilt as she thought about what had happened between her and Jack. She didn't think of it as "hopping into bed", mostly because she had been so infatuated with him for so long. But on one level, that's exactly what had happened. She had hopped into bed with a man she hardly knew, and she was elated at how things had turned out. Well, elated at how they'd turned out for her. Jack was in trouble, but like most women she was quite sure she could cure him of his inability to keep it in his pants.

But right now she needed to head off this confrontation. She could deal with Jack's problem later.

"I'm going to talk to the girls." said Bunny. "If they've been fooling around I'm going to put a stop to it." She said it firmly. She wanted to believe it.

"OK." said Susan, subdued now.

"And tomorrow maybe you can go skiing and this will all be water under the bridge. You should probably apologize to the girls, but if they claimed all this sex business, then they brought it on themselves. I'll remind them of that when I speak to them."

"OK." said Susan, now wanting only for this whole conversation to be over so she could go hide somewhere.

Bunny's talk with the three girls Jack had ... been involved with ... was more difficult for bunny, in some ways ... and easier in others.

In the first place, she knew what had happened. THEY didn't know that, but her firm footing on the facts of the situation made her feel much more in control. At the same time, she couldn't divulge to them HOW she knew those facts. That she had seen Tiffany getting royally fucked by her boyfriend was not something she wanted to admit. That was because, under normal circumstances, a teacher would have stormed into the motor home and stopped it.

Bunny hadn't done that. And, while Tiffany might not think about that immediately, if she found out about it, she would eventually reflect on that little fact.