Chapter 6

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.