Chapter 8

What Ronnie had to do was make sure that her primary fear of being discovered ... and then being blackmailed ... would not happen. She wasn’t sure how this was going to work out, but she knew the psychology of teenagers, so she was going to take her best shot.

She went straight to the motor home, relieved that the light was still on, and that the generator was still humming softly. She was afraid that the door would be locked, and snorted derisively when she found it open instead. How stupid were these kids anyway?

She stomped up the steps and slammed the door behind her loudly on purpose, also stomping down the short hallway. She heard a flurry of squeaks and yips from the girls, and a couple of curse words from throats with deeper voices. She saw, for the first time, Melody and Randy on the third bed at the very tail end of the motor home. A sheet was over them, but Randy was on top of Melody and her head was flailing back and forth as the sheet moved up and down where his buttocks were. They were making enough noise that they hadn’t heard her come in.

She walked into the foot-wide separation between the two beds, and looked at the startled faces of her classmates.

“Here’s the deal,” she said calmly, addressing them all. “Melody!“ she yelled. The two faces at the end of the coach suddenly swiveled toward her, mouths open in shock. “Listen up!” she yelled. “A security guard came to the room and told Miss Johnson and Mr. Kelly what you guys were doing down here. He was patrolling the parking lot and thought somebody was being raped, based on the sounds he heard. I guess he peeked into the window or something. Anyway, he came to the room to see what Mr. Kelly and Miss Johnson wanted to do. They said they’d take care of it, and I’m telling you right now that they sent me down here to tell you not to leave the motor home. I think they’re deciding whether or not to just bring all your stuff down here and take us all back home. But they said that if you’re not here when they get here, they’re going to have you all expelled.”

“Fuck!“ shouted Jerry.

Ronnie wasn’t at all sure about the next part of her plan. When she had suggested to Susan that the girls in the motor home had caught Jack and Bunny having sex, Bunny had put her hands over her face, rather than denying it. So Ronnie took the chance that she was right.

“And Tiffany?” she said, addressing the leader of the group, “Miss Johnson told me to say this specifically to you. I don’t know what it means, but here’s what she said. She said she’s really pissed off that she cut you a break, and then you broke your promise, whatever that means. I’ve never seen her like this.”

Ronnie looked at them all again. “Any questions?” she asked, putting enough cockiness in it that she looked like a student above reproach who was enjoying the downfall of a whole bunch of more popular students.

Ronnie bent over, like she was trying to look under the sheet that Tiffany had pulled over her and Jerry.

“I’m supposed to leave now, so you guys can get dressed and stuff...” She tried to lift the sheet and Tiffany kicked at her. “but I can stick around if anybody wants to just chat or something.” She grinned.

“Get out!“ Yelled Tiffany, perilously close to tears.

“OK, party pooper,” said Ronnie gaily. “Should I tell them you’ll be here? Or do they need to alert security that you’re all going to be on the run?” She grinned again.

“I said get out!“ screamed Tiffany.

Ronnie left, feeling like there was every chance that the six kids would stay right there in the motor home for at least an hour. She hoped that would be enough.

When the door closed behind Ronnie, Susan suddenly felt very alone, and very vulnerable. She realized she was standing only inches from Jack, and took a step backward. Jack saw the tension and unease in her eyes and jumped on it.

“Really, Susan, you don’t have to do anything,” he said soothingly. “We can just forget the whole thing.”

Susan was angry again almost instantly. Why did adults think they could push kids around forever?

“Take off your robe!” she ordered, putting her hands on her hips.

“Susan!” warned Bunny, trying to come to grips with what was actually happening.

“You take that robe off right now or I swear on my Grandma’s ashes I’ll scream my head off!” said Susan tightly. Her face swiveled to Bunny. “You too, Miss Johnson!”

“Susan ... please!” begged Bunny.

Susan simply took a deep breath and opened her mouth like she was going to scream.

Jack’s hands flashed out, one behind Susan’s pony tail, and the other covering her mouth in an iron grip that actually caused her pain as her lips were crushed into her teeth. She began struggling and Jack ended up hauling her onto the bed and throwing her down underneath him. She started trying to bite his hand and kicked.

“Calm down!“ he said urgently. “I’m not going to do anything to you ... just don’t scream ... please? Please, Susan, calm down!”

He lessened the force on her mouth and she stared at his face, inches away, her eyes wide. Her hands came up and gripped his wrist.

“Jack tried to sound as sincere as he could. “I’m going to let you go now. Please, Susan, don’t scream. If you scream things will get out of control, and people will come to see what’s wrong. You don’t want that ... do you?”

She shook her head with miniscule movements. He relaxed his grip some more, and she drew in a deep breath through her mouth. Jack tensed, ready to clamp down again if she tried to scream, but she only mumbled.

“Will you take your robe off?” she asked, his hand making her difficult to understand.

“OK, I’ll do that,” he sighed. “Are you OK?”

She nodded, and pulled his hand away from her mouth.

“You hurt my lips,” she said accusingly.

On impulse, Jack leaned down and kissed her gently. He left his eyes open, and saw that hers were open too.

“All better?” he asked, feeling stupid, until she actually nodded and smiled.

He rolled off of her to find Bunny hovering over them both at the edge of the bed, her hands out, as if she had been prepared to enter the fray. He couldn’t tell if she would have entered it on Susan’s side, or his. He got up and, because it was just easier to get it over with, untied and shrugged out of the robe, letting it fall to the floor at his feet. Susan stared at his penis, her mouth open.

“Wow,” she said softly.

Bunny sat, half on and half off the bed, close enough to Susan to be able to touch her, though she didn’t. Susan looked at her.

“Is it really fun?” she asked.

Bunny blinked, but didn’t say anything.

“Come on Miss Johnson,” whined Susan. “I just want to ... I just want to ... you know ... understand stuff.”

Bunny stared at the girl, still lying on her side on the bed, her eyes darting between Bunny’s face, and Jack’s groin.

“You’re really a virgin?” asked Bunny softly.

“Yes,” said Susan, staring at Jack’s penis.

“Can I talk to you?” asked Bunny.

“If you’re going to try to talk me out of this ... save your breath. I’ve been too chicken to do this for years, and this is my chance.” said Susan firmly.

“I’m not trying to talk you out of it,” said Bunny. “I just want you to understand that it may not be what you expect.”

“What do you mean?” asked Susan.

“It’s like this,” said Bunny, relaxing a little. “I like Jack. I like him a lot. And because I like him a lot, the things we did since we got here were ... I don’t know ... a lot nicer than if...” she trailed off, unable to explain how she felt about giving up her virginity, and all the emotions that had involved.

“What she’s trying to say,” said Jack, sitting down on the other side of Susan, “is that making love the first time is awkward, and uncomfortable, and even painful, sometimes. And it’s even more like that if you don’t know the guy. If you like him, or are in love with him, then that helps a lot. Just because you don’t want to be a virgin any more doesn’t mean you’ll like what happens.”

“But it looks like it’s so much fun!” moaned Susan.

“It can be fun,” said Bunny, thankful to have been given time to martial her thoughts while Jack talked. “It can be wonderful. But it needs to be at the right time, and with the right person, and under the right circumstances. Otherwise it can be awful.”

“Was it ever awful for you?” asked Susan.

Bunny flushed. “Well ... no ... I mean I was a virgin too, until we got here ... and we didn’t plan to do this ... but like I said ... I really like Jack a lot.”

Susan looked crestfallen. She looked over her shoulder at Jack. “Couldn’t we at least make out or something?” she pleaded. “Everybody else gets to do stuff, but I never do.”

There was a discreet knock on the door and Jack almost killed himself diving for the bathroom. Ronnie came through the door backwards, looking out into the hallway.

“Can I come in?” she asked, not looking into the room.

“Nothing’s happening,” giggled Susan.

Ronnie turned around and looked decidedly disappointed.

“Where did you go?” asked Susan.

“I went to make sure none of the other kids will come back here for at least an hour.” she said grinning. “I told them a security guard saw what was going on and reported to you,” she said, looking at Bunny. “Where’s Mr. Kelly?”

“He ran for the bathroom like a scared little boy when you knocked,” laughed Susan. “He’s naked.”

“Really?” said Ronnie, making it obvious she thought that was a good idea. “Anyway I told them you had ordered them to stay there until you came for them. I told them you and Mr. Kelly might just bring all their stuff to the motor home and take them back home tonight, and that if they weren’t there when you come for them, they’d be expelled.”

Bunny dropped her face into her hands again and moaned.

“Hey, they bought it ... I’m sure. So we have an hour to play, and then you can go down there and yell and scream at them.”

“We’ve been talking about that,” said Susan softly. “When you had sex the first time ... did it hurt?”

“It was uncomfortable,” admitted Ronnie.

“Did you like the guy?” asked Susan. “Who was it?”

“I can’t tell who it was,” said Ronnie guardedly. “He’d get in trouble. But yeah, I liked him ... at least most of the time.”

“They think I should wait until I find a boy I really like,” said Susan.

Jack stuck his head out of the bathroom door. Everybody ignored him.

“OK, so fine,” said Ronnie. “But you can still play around, and learn some things. I really like oral sex. Maybe he could do that to you.”

“OK,” said Susan eagerly. She looked around for Jack. When she saw him she said “Come on out, Mr. Kelly. It was only Ronnie.”

“I feel stupid,” he said from the doorway.

Ronnie simply went to the bathroom, took him by the hand, and pulled him into the room.

“Be nice to her,” she said to him, not trying to speak softly. “She needs to have a good time.”

It was quite awkward, at least initially. Susan didn’t feel comfortable just disrobing, and Jack didn’t feel comfortable just mauling her. Finally Ronnie suggested that they both explore his body for a little while, since he was already naked. They got him on the bed, with Ronnie on one side, and Susan on the other, and Ronnie began giving Susan lessons on what a man was like.

Bunny watched, open mouthed, as Ronnie described the places on a penis that were the most sensitive, and how to touch a man to give him pleasure and raise him to the peak of excitement. In minutes Jack was hard as a rock. When Ronnie suggested that this was a good time to learn how to give a man a blow job, and sucked the knob of Jack’s penis as an unspoken example, Bunny stood up.

“Look ... you’re obviously doing fine here, and I feel really strange just sitting here. I’m going to get dressed and sit outside, where I can make sure that nobody comes in here ... OK?”

Ronnie waved one hand airily at her as her mouth slid off the tip of Jack’s cock, and her lips flowed back down while Jack groaned. Bunny put on a sweat shirt and sweat pants and took a magazine with her. There was a bench in the hallway, underneath a panel of huge picture windows that, during daylight, showed off the spectacular mountains. She sat down, wondering if everything might be salvageable after all. She sighed as she admitted to herself that one reason she had left was that seeing the two girls playing with Jack had made her both horny and jealous at the same time. The last thing she wanted to do was surrender to her lust, getting naked WITH the girls, and forcing Jack to have to attempt to satisfy three women at the same time. She wanted to giggle suddenly, as she realized how bizarre the week was turning out to be. Not even in her wildest dreams would she have imagined Jack deflowering women right and left on a ski trip.

Trying to act normal, she opened the magazine and began leafing through it.

Susan watched in awe as Ronnie took Jack’s penis into her mouth, like it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Jack groaned and his head came up off the bed and then flopped down again. Ronnie pulled off with a slurp and a smile.

“Guys love it when you do this,” she said, fisting the prick and waving it around. “Go ahead ... try it.”

“OH ... I couldn’t,” said Susan, her eyes wide.

“It’s fun. He tastes good.” cajoled Ronnie. “Just kiss it first,” she suggested.

Susan stared at the example in front of her, of something she’d never seen before. She watched as Ronnie’s hand gripped it and then slid downward. The skin on it moved, and a shiny knob was exposed. She reached out a single finger and touched that knob.