(Author's note - this is the follow-up to 'The Ski Lodge: First Night'. My apologies to those of you who have been waiting - I hope it's been worthwhile.)
The snowplough was making slow progress. Charlie looked at his watch again – twenty past two. The girls would be getting worried. Pete was looking quite a bit the worse for wear, now. The effects of the whisky were wearing off – fast – and Pete was semi-comatose, his head juddering against the window of the heated, enclosed cab of the huge machine, as it ground its way slowly up the hillside.
"How much longer, now?" Charlie asked the driver.
"Aw, about twenty minutes," replied Jake, cheerfully. By now, Charlie had realised that Jake was a wild optimist – it would probably be the best part of an hour before they got up to the lodge.
Deep down, Charlie couldn't make up his mind whether he was disappointed, or not. It had been exciting, when he and Pete were sharing the whisky, and getting to know each other better – then Pete had told him about the time he had watched his friend, Hugh, with Janet, his wife. The first time, after the New Year party, when Hugh had kissed, and half-stripped, Janet – then the 'set-up', when Pete had actually got to see his lovely wife fucking his friend.
Despite his tiredness, Charlie felt his cock half-harden as he recalled Pete's graphic description of his excitement at watching his friend become more and more intimate with his wife. Inevitably, this had reawakened Charlie's own memories of seeing Mary, his own wife, dancing with Billy at that never-to-be-forgotten party, and watching Billy's hand disappear inside her clothing to fondle Mary's tits...
The temptation to share the experience with Pete had been irresistible and, from that point on, it had been inevitable that the subject of what might happen with the four of them under the one roof for the next week would come up for discussion, and speculation. And, as the bottle of Highland Park had slowly emptied, speculation had become proposition and, in Pete's mind, at least, some sort of binding agreement that the burgeoning friendship between the two couples might develop into something more intimate...
Charlie couldn't recall actually agreeing to anything but, by that time, the combined effects of the Highland Park and the arousal engendered by their discussion, and mutual revelations, had clouded his judgment to such an extent that he knew he hadn't rendered any effective doubt, or reservation, and, before he knew it, Pete was talking to Janet on his mobile phone, and dropping some very heavy hints...
By the time they had organised the lift on the snowplough, Pete had been 'flying' and his second call to Janet had been even more suggestive. By that time, Charlie, too, had been completely carried away with the idea, but the long, tedious crawl up the mountainside had given him time to think – and to sober up.
First and foremost, what would the reaction of the girls be? Pete had said, after the first call, that Janet had sounded pretty excited and, by now, Charlie thought he knew Mary well enough to guess that, under the right circumstances, with the right people, she was prepared to 'experiment', but she was still, fundamentally, very shy, and Charlie knew that the atmosphere would have to be carefully contrived. The more he thought about it, the more Charlie surmised that there was no way they were going to jump out of this snowplough and into a wild sexual adventure tonight...
Up at the lodge, Janet and Mary were also engaged in some sober reflection. By mutual, unspoken, consent they had slipped out of their mood of euphoria soon after Pete's call and, five minutes later, they were cradling cups of coffee and, both wearing tracksuits, were engaged in serious discussion.
Inevitably, Janet was taking the lead.
"We both need some time to get our thoughts together," she insisted, and Mary nodded her assent. Now that she had time to think, Mary's head was in a complete whirl, remembering her first full-blown act of adultery – not to mention the strange, exciting development of her relationship with Janet. Also, she realised, she was tired out...
"It's been – quite a night... " Janet went on, reaching out a hand and squeezing Mary's "... in more ways than one... " Mary coloured up, remembering not only how her legs had parted willingly – even enthusiastically – for Howie's erect cock to slide easily inside her, but also the overpowering attraction she felt towards the lovely Scottish girl at her side.
"I wish," said Mary, haltingly, blushing crimson. "I wish the boys had stayed down there, tonight. "
"Oh, me, too," asserted Janet. "I haven't forgotten where we were headed – but, well, I think we'll have to save that for another time. "
She leaned over and took Mary's head in her hands. She kissed her, softly, full on the lips, and her hand slid on to Mary's breast, and squeezed it, lovingly.
"There will be another time," she said, with conviction, then added – "if that's what you want. "
"Oh, yes," breathed Mary, feeling her heart beat faster. "But I think the best thing we can do now is to clear up and get off to bed before those two Romeos arrive. "
"Christ, yes!" exclaimed Janet. "We'd better remove the evidence, too!"
She jumped to her feet and, for the next twenty minutes, the two girls were busily occupied, restoring the cabin to its 'pre Howie and Paul' condition, then they both had a quick shower before retiring to their separate bedrooms...
It was a quarter to three when Pete and Charlie eventually opened the door of the darkened lodge. Pete was barely conscious, and clearly would have been worse than useless if his optimistic plans had had any chance of bearing fruit, that night. Charlie helped him to his bedroom, making sure he got undressed OK, then watched him slide under the covers beside the recumbent figure of Janet, who hardly stirred.
Charlie took the opportunity to study the sleeping girl, before slipping out of the room. Her dark hair was spread over the pillow, and one bare shoulder appeared out of the heavy duvet. Despite his tiredness, Charlie speculated on what lay beneath the covers and whether he might get to find out, in the course of the next few days and nights – and, again, his penis stiffened slightly.
He pushed the door of his and Mary's room open, softly. She, too, was in bed, but, as Charlie stepped inside, her eyes drifted open, and a sleepy smile lit her face. Unbeknown to Charlie, she was wide awake, her heart hammering. The memory of how she had wantonly opened her legs for Howie was still too fresh – not to mention her burgeoning relationship with Janet. She had to speak to Charlie – not to tell him, but just to – make contact again.
She hoped he wouldn't want to make love to her – what if he was able to tell? She might be – stretched – or he might feel some of Howie's...
"Are you OK?" she whispered.
"Yeah," he replied. "A bit chilled – but you can do something about that!" He grinned, unaware of Mary's heart sinking, a little. Throwing off his clothes in an untidy heap, Charlie burrowed under the duvet beside her, his hands, as ever, reaching for her breasts. Mary yelped as his cold fingers closed round her soft warm mounds.
"That'll get your nipples up," Charlie chuckled, and she smelt the whisky on his breath.
"How's Pete?" she asked – it was an automatic association – Pete and his Highland Park.
"Oh, he's pretty well out of it," said Charlie. "I made sure he was tucked up, though. "
"Was Janet still awake?" asked Mary. Pete felt his cock stir, at the recollection of Janet's sleeping form.
"No," he answered, shortly, then hurried on. "And what did you two get up to tonight?"
"Oh," responded Mary, with studied nonchalance. "We ate – then we talked – and we had some wine. Did you and Pete have a good talk?"
