A ski trip of six friends becomes sexy towards the end. Joanie falls in love.
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A group of us decided to go skiing, up in Vermont. Vermont has some great ski resorts, and while snow amounts had not been measuring up to the historical standards, this particular year the ski areas had received a lot of snow.
I guess there was pent up demand for a good year to ski, and even though we tried well ahead of the game to get hotel rooms, we could only get two. Mary, Carol and I would share a room, and the three men would share the other. Our all girls room had two double beds, and we drew straws, and Carol won. I was to share a bed with Mary.
This was a little awkward, since Mary was bisexual, and she and I had enjoyed ourselves, shall we say, once or twice before. The problem was that I came to realize, much as I loved Mary, lesbian sex was a slippery slope for me. I was just too damn attracted to it, but knew in my heart I was heterosexual. I figured I was in reality bisexual, but I didn't want to be. Since I liked both sexes, I decided just to choose men, and men only. No judgment here, it was simply what I wanted out of life.
I had discussed all this with Mary, and she had claimed she understood, and respected my decision. But I knew she would try something and I would be unable to resist her. I could never resist her. Luckily, though, she was an obsessively private person (unlike me) and having Carol in the room quashed any lustful intentions she might have had by sharing a bed with me for three nights. The result was that all was good, and we slept together nervously, but without incident, I'm pleased to say.
The day we were to leave, we knew the forecast called for a storm with a predicted eight inches, but we had four-wheel drive with our huge SUV, and Vermont has about one snow plow per person, so even though we had to drive through some rather tortuous mountainous terrain, we were not worried. We checked out of our hotel by noon so as not to incur extra charges, skied together happily as the snow gently fell around us, and at around 5pm we drove into town for some dinner, ready to continue the drive back to college after dinner.
"Good thing we have four-wheel drive," Steve said as we ate our dinner. He gestured to the window and the snow was coming down pretty heavily. Our SUV already had about six inches of snow covering it. (We were parked right in front of the diner.)
The waitress came over. "We're closing early, so that people can get home," she said. "Please finish up quickly."
"Should we be worried?" Carol asked the waitress. "We have four-wheel drive."
"No, you should be able to get back to the hotels," she said, "especially if you leave now before it gets really bad."
"We've checked out of the hotel and are heading back to college in Connecticut," Carol replied.
"You'd better change your plans. The radio says they've closed the roads going south. An hour ago, they were requiring chains on cars, but now it's even closed to that. The predicted eight inches now looks more like two feet, or even more. The road back to the ski resorts is still open, though, and if I were you, I'd hurry back there. Anyway, we're closing in fifteen minutes. A lot of us live in the countryside," the waitress replied.
We had a quick group discussion. The men, led by the alpha male Steve, wanted to continue on to see if the roads really were closed, and the women pointed out, gently and respectfully of course, that the men just plain nuts. We women won, and the six of us returned to the hotel which now had a "No Vacancy" sign up, as people prolonged their stays due to the bad storm.
Panicked now, we saw there was a man at the front desk. Carol unbuttoned her blouse a bit more to show some cleavage. Mary and I were wearing sweaters, but we both removed our bras to add some interest for the man at the desk. Properly prepared, we three women went to the front desk and explained our predicament.
The man at reception was gracious and clearly enjoyed checking out the boobs of the three of us. My nipples poked at my sweater, and so did Mary's. This was not lost on the man at reception. He explained the hotel was fully booked, but if not everyone came, which seemed possible, even likely, because the roads were closed, then he could give us a room.
"We need two or better, three rooms. We're six people: three women and three men," I said.
"We'll do what we can, that's all I can promise. Why don't you wait in the bar, and as soon as we get a cancellation or a no-show, I'll let you know. Nine PM is the deadline for people to show up, or for them to call to let us know they'll be late," the man at reception said.
The six of trooped to the bar, the men at one table, the women at another. What does one do when waiting at a bar, knowing we won't be able to drive home? We all ordered some cocktails. Then we ordered another round. Then came a third round as we all became more and more nervous, as well as more and more drunk.
It was Carol who said, "So much for the predicted eight inches. I hear they're now saying it'll be over 30 inches! That's a bleeping two and half feet!"
Mary said, "Maybe it wasn't eight inches of snow
per se
that was predicted," and she nodded her head subtly towards the men's table. Everyone had been speaking of the 'predicted eight inches,' not adding the understood word snow. Massive giggling ensued.
Sexual jokes next ran wild at our table. Carol began with, "Yeah, eight inches my ass!"
"Do you mean up your ass? You a back-door girl?" I teased.
"Well I've heard rumors about Dylan. With him, though, my guess is that it's a girl's pussy, all the time, relentlessly. Still, eight inches in my pussy? I could get into that," Mary said.
"I guess you mean he could get it into you, right?" Carol teased. Mary giggled nervously in response.
"Eight inches would be a nice change for me, you know?" I said. "Who do you think could be that big?"
This led to a friendly betting pool. We were betting peanuts. Literally. "Let's change the stakes," Carol said.
"How so?" I asked.
