The senior class at my school organized a ski weekend over one of the long weekends. There was only room for a limited number of people, and the bookings were made on a first come, first served basis. By an odd coincidence this meant that the older students (18 and up), who didn't need to get signed parental permission, snapped up all the available places. The suggestion made by some of the losers that we were just going away for a dirty weekend was ignored, considered to be the whining of losers.
I will admit that most (make that all) the male attendees were probably hoping to get lucky, but I rated the chance of the average guy as not too hopeful. After all, they weren't getting lucky now. Why would the odds improve because they're on an excursion? Regretfully, I have to admit I'm an average guy.
We got to the lodge on the Friday afternoon and we weren't due to leave until Monday. We had a couple of hours out on the slopes and then it was inside for a meal and a bit of a party. We weren't too rowdy. We did have the name of the school to think of. Soil it and our own names would be mud.
Watching the interactions between the guys and the girls I could see my suspicions about luckiness were holding true. The only guys who looked like getting anything were a couple of the jocks who already had steady partners and had those partners with them. The rest of us were suffering from wishful thinking.
Eventually we all wandered off to our solitary beds. I like to read in bed and I had my eReader with me, so before turning of the lights I read for an hour or so. When I did eventually turn off the lights the place was as silent as a tomb.
I was just nodding off when I was startled awake again by the sound of a door being slammed. Some people have no consideration. I was just settling down again when my bedroom door was flung open. There were lights on in the hallway and they silhouetted a lovely figure. One I recognised quite easily.
Cheryl was one of the cheerleaders. A blonde, with a very nice figure, and quite athletic, as well. I'd seen her doing a few fancy stunts out on the slopes earlier. Right now she was wearing what I think the girls call a peignoir. Whatever they call it, it was very flimsy and the lights from the hallway backlit it nicely, showing off that very nice figure I mentioned and strongly hinting that the peignoir was all she had on.
Cheryl came storming into my room, taking off the peignoir as she came, and slamming the door closed. It appears that she was the one who had no consideration. The moon was shining through the window and showed her off very nicely, all silvery with mysterious dark shadows. And nude. That peignoir had been the only thing she had been wearing. She apparently hadn't spotted me yet, probably because the bed was where the shadows were deepest.
I had no idea why she had barged into my room and stripped and I waited for her to explain. What the hell was going on? She came stalking over to the bed and sat down hard, then burst into tears.
What the hell? Had she lost a bet and scored me as a booby prize or something?
Digressing slightly here, my mother used to do child-minding. I learnt that by injecting a certain amount of warmth into my voice when I was talking to the kids that littered the place I was able to soothe them, calming them and chasing tantrums away. A very useful trick. I injected that warmth into my voice now.
"What's the problem, Cheryl?" I asked her. "Maybe I can help. If I can't, I can still listen."
That very useful trick fell flat on its face. Cheryl gave a horrified gasp and jerked away from the bed, landing on her bottom from the sound of it.
"Who the fuck's that?" she squealed. "How dare you be in my room? Get out before I scream."
"Ah, it's Michael, Cheryl, and it's my room," I said, still using my calming voice. "You came in the wrong room. Just a moment while I get the light and you can see for yourself."
OK. I'll admit that last bit was just being mean, but I couldn't resist, knowing she was naked.
"No," she squeaked. "No light. Ah, I mean I'd rather you didn't turn the light on. People might notice."
I had observed that there suddenly seemed to be a bit of traffic in the hall. A couple of people had wandered up and down it. I could see their shadows against the light seeping under the door. I also suspected that Cheryl didn't want to meet these people.
"I can't help but notice that you seem a little upset. Why don't you just sit on the side of the bed and tell me all about it. No tricks, I promise. I won't molest you or anything. I'll just sit here and listen with a sympathetic ear."
"Um, if it's all right I'll just sit here for a few minutes and then find my own room," Cheryl muttered, edging over to sit on the very edge of the bed.
"Easy to find," I consoled her. "You only missed by one. You're next door, that-away." I jerked my thumb toward the right then realised that she probably couldn't see me. "That-away is actually the first door to the right when you step into the hall, same side as mine. I noticed that I was next to you. Now if you don't want to talk about what's wrong, I'm going to sleep. Night."
I snuggled down in the bed, quite comfortable and pleasantly intrigued by the naked young lady sitting on my bed. After a couple of moments I could feel a little tremor in the bed and I realised that poor Cheryl was shivering. We were above the snow line and the night was cold. I sat up again.
"Oh, for crying out loud," I snapped. "You may not want to talk but I can't let you just sit there and freeze to death. Can you imagine the trouble I'll be in if they find your corpse frozen to death in my room? You have a choice. Run off to your own room right now or snuggle under the covers for a while and warm up. You can safely choose the covers. I've already said I'm not going to molest you."
Cheryl didn't say anything, but neither did she get up to leave or get under the covers. I sighed, tossed the covers to one side and drew her over next to me. Then I flipped the covers over us both. I almost squealed like a little girl myself. She was icy. Cheryl made a token struggle but then relaxed, lapping up the warmth. I just held her lightly. She had gently tested the strength of my hold and seemed satisfied that I wasn't trying to hold her prisoner.
"It was Carl," she suddenly said.
I didn't say anything. Just squeezed her arm to let her know I was listening.
"You know he's been chasing me pretty hard over the last term? Trying to coax me into bed?"
"The whole school has noticed."
She gave a bit of a hiccup of laughter.
"I thought that this weekend might be a good time to see how we dealt with each other," she mumbled. "After everyone appeared to be asleep I snuck out of my room and went down to his."
She was silent, remembering something nasty. I waited.
"I went into his room and he wasn't alone," she snapped, suddenly furious. "That cow with the huge udders was with him. They were naked. He was supposed to be my boyfriend and there he was with that tramp!"
I was a bit puzzled at first. I couldn't really place which of our classmates would be considered the cow with the huge udders, then it twigged. One of the waitresses had been very well endowed, mammary-wise. I'd noticed her flirting with Carl.
"Anyway, I slammed his door hard to let him know he'd been caught out, and came back to my room and finished up here. I can't go out there while he's prowling around looking for me. I'll just wait until it's quiet again."
"I'd tell you that you're better off finding out now that he cheats, rather than later, but that sort of advice doesn't really help, does it. It still hurts."
Cheryl gave a woebegone little sniff and cuddled up to the warmth. I started rubbing her back.
