*Authors note* Hey everyone! Long time lurker but new member and poster. I'm figure I am going to be sharing fictional works mainly, but the first two stories are going to be true ones that happened recently. This first story happened just over a month ago, and the second part happened a few days ago. I hope you enjoy!"
The bus came to a stop outside of the ski lodge, I grabbed all the necessary paperwork and headed inside to get our lift tickets and rentals forms. About 10 minutes later, I returned to find the kids getting their things out from under the bus. I whistled and got their attention, "Okay guys, we make sure you see me, Ms. Baker, Nurse Stephanie, or Coach Roberts for your stuff." I paused as the students nodded, then continued, "Remember, lifts close here at 4:30, and the bus leaves at 5. Don't do anything stupid, "this drew laughs from a few students who had incurred minor injuries on previous trips, "and stick together, no one needs to ski alone. Have fun!" The next five minutes was spent doling out rental forms as my other chaperones handed out lift tickets and wickets. With the kids all taken care of, I laughed, reached under the bus grabbing my own skis and bag, before heading towards the lodge myself.
A little bit of necessary background I guess, my name is Ryan, I'm 28, and I am a high school math teacher. Since learning to ski and snowboard in Boy Scouts, it has been a major passion of mine, taking me all over the United States. I am single and haven't really put a lot of focus on relationships, let along marriage. I tend to think I am in pretty good shape and am decent looking but have just poured my focus into my passions and job while I was young and had energy. I figure that I will eventually meet someone that I want to settle down with, but in the meantime, I'm just living life and enjoying everything that comes with it.
Since getting hired at the school in which I did my student teaching, I have worked to increase student involvement and one of the things that I took over was the ski club that was run by a former teacher that retired two years ago. Over the two years that I have run the club, it has grown steadily from 25 kids a trip to just over 40 on the trip that this story is about. It helps that I used my connections at one of the biggest resorts in our state to get discounted lift and rental combos, discounted lessons for the newbies, and we began taking a coach bus; all and all, making the trips better, cheaper, and more enjoyable. We have begun taking three trips instead of two and they have become the talk of the school.
We have even gotten to the point where Tori Baker, the other advisor and I have been recruiting other staff to help chaperone and enjoy a free day of skiing or snowboarding. On this trip, besides myself and Tori, our chaperones consisted of one of our coaches and our school nurse. Stephanie or Steph is our school nurse and is a former student of mine, I had her during my student teaching and she was a senior. After graduation, she got her associates in nursing, worked OB and ER nursing for a few years before deciding she wanted more consistent hours and less stress, bringing her to our school about a year ago. Steph is probably of the flirtiest people I have ever met, but she is that way with everyone.
On that morning, we boarded the bus bright and early at 6am like usual and Steph ended up sitting in front of me; it's about a 4-hour drive and we spent most of the trip talking, me trying to stay awake and her being her usual flirting self, on top of it, I was continuously entranced by the smell of her shampoo and body spray. She told me about how she had skied a few times with the club when she was a student and had done it a few times in college, but it had been a few years since she a had been to the mountains and was really looking forward to it.
After getting the kids squared away and a couple of them dropped off for lessons, Steph got her skis and after carrying them out, I helped her steady herself as she clipped in, then got myself situated. With both of us ready, she looked at me and smiled, "Can I ski with you a little bit? I promise I won't slow you down too much."
I smiled, laughed, and replied, "You won't slow me down, we can take it easy early."
We spent the next couple hours skiing the greens and a few blues, and contrary to what she had said, Steph really wasn't that bad, but we weren't going to be doing any black diamonds or glades anytime soon. As the clock neared 1 though, Steph said, "I'm getting hungry, how about you?"
I had munched on a granola bar while we were on the lift earlier, even giving her one, but my stomach was beginning to rumble, so I replied, "Yeah, want to make this run, then head inside?"
She agreed and after one more run, we made our way into one of the restaurants and after saying hello to some kids that we passed, we made our way to a table and ordered. As we ate, I couldn't help but notice Steph was being a little bit more flirty than usual. Instead of her normal arm touches, her hand rested on my knee occasionally, which had occurred before, but that was at the staff Christmas party and there was alcohol involved. My brain noticed the different touches as did my cock; I had been involved in a "situationship" that had ended in August with back to school and other than me time, I had been in a bit of a dry spell.
As we finished up lunch, we decided we would ski for a bit longer before finishing up around 3:30 or 4, that would give her and I both times to change, and Steph to return her skis, then we could wrangle the kids as they wrapped up. As we made our way out of the restaurant, Steph said, "I'm going to run to the bathroom, would you mind holding my coat?"
I held out my hand, "Of course not, although I don't think teal is really my color."
She laughed and pushed me gently, enough to cause me to rock in my stiff boots, her touch lingered a moment as I steadied myself in my ski boots. She smiled and turned, heading into the restroom, while I scrolled on my phone. When she came out of the bathroom, she was holding her hoodie, leaving her in just a tank top. I shook my head and said, "Better be careful, you'll get cold, and the kids will see a different side of Nurse Stephanie."
She snatched her jacket from my hands with a grin and replied, "I've got a sports bra on, so no one will see anything too fun, just a little bit of cleavage."
I just laughed and replied, "The boys would just have another reason to talk about this trip then."
She grimaced and zipped her coat up, "That's weird."
I laughed, "Oh I know, but you know they all think you're hot."
She rolled her eyes and laughed as she headed out of the lodge with me behind her; as we made our way to the slopes, I couldn't help but watch her ass sway in her white pants and couldn't help but think about what I imagined were her C-cup breasts would look like without her shirt or bra.
We made three more runs, each one a bit longer than the last as we made our way back across the mountain toward where we had checked in and the bus dropped us off. As we rode the lift, we talked about random things, including my lack of a dating life and how hers had ended when she broke up with her boyfriend shortly before Christmas when he started talking about marriage and kids. I asked her after the first one, "What happened, I thought you wanted to get married."
She sighed and leaned back, replying, "I do, but the whole kids thing is the problem."
I laughed, "What, spending 8 hours a day with the kids at school got you second guessing it?"
She scoffed, then paused before saying, "I wish that was it."
I turned to her and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"
She sighed, turned to me, and replied, "Ryan, I can't have kids."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, When I was a senior in college, I started having a lot of pain and my periods got all out of whack. They had always been heavy and random, but when the pain started and caused me to throw up, I went to the doctor. The doctors found some abnormalities with my right fallopian tube. Since my grandma had ovarian cancer, and mom had uterine cancer, I made the decision to have my fallopian tubes removed, making me unable to have kids."
"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry Steph."
