"Bill, this is Dave Jennings. It looks like there is a storm developing in central Canada which should be moving into Vermont late Saturday. I think that this may give us the chance that we have been looking for. What do you think? Is Micki ready?"
"You know that I am a little nervous about this but, yes, I think she is very ready and we had better not let this opportunity get away from us."
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"There is nothing quite like taking a steamy bath after a great afternoon of skiing,"
Micki thought as she began to shed her multiple layers of her cold weather gear. Since gaining a little weight during the Christmas holidays, she had gotten out of the habit of paying a lot of attention to how she looked, either with or without clothes on so as soon as she was naked she jumped right into the steaming tub.
"M-m-m-m-m,"
she thought,
"that feels absolutely terrific."
As she slid down into the water she could see that her legs had gotten even a little fleshier than normal. She wasn't particularly distressed about it though because she had learned over time to make the most of a very pretty face and to accentuate her large but firm breasts. She was completely relaxed when she heard the telephone ring downstairs.
"Please, god, don't make it for me,"
she thought. But she knew that it was as soon as she heard her mother coming up the stairs.
"Micki, where are you?" her mother called out as she got to the top of the stairs.
"I'm in the bathtub, Mom. I hope that call is not for me?"
"Sorry, dear, it is. It's that nice friend of your father's, Dave Jennings. He wants to talk to you about going skiing up north this Saturday. Do you want to talk to him?"
"Absolutely, but ask him if I can call him back within the next half hour or so."
"O.K., dear, but what if he says that his is someplace where you won't be able to reach him?"
"Then tell him that I will call him back as soon as I get dried off and into a robe on. O.K.?"
Micki's mother, Nancy, picked up the phone in the upstairs hall and arranged to have Micki call Dave Jennings back. Then she walked back to the bathroom door. "It's all set, Micki, you can call him at home anytime within the next couple of hours. I have written his number here on the pad. He sure was pleasant on the phone."
"
Mr. Jennings was a great skier and pretty good looking, too,"
Micki thought. But for now, all she wanted to do was to relax, get totally warm and think about how great she had done on the slalom course at Kings Ridge on her latest trip. It was especially rewarding to have gotten a good time with Brad watching because although they weren't quite going together on a steady basis yet, she really liked him and especially liked both the way he skied and the way he kissed. That thought made her shudder just a little and scoot deeper into the hot water.
A little later, after having finally gotten out of the tub and dried off, Micki returned the earlier call. "Hello, Mr. Jennings? This is Micki Penmore. Mom said that you called."
"Why, yes, Micki, I did. Thanks for calling back. I know how much you like to ski so I thought you might like to go up to Smugglers Notch on Saturday. I have to meet a plumber at our place up there but while I am taking care of that you could ski. I am also meeting my sister's twins, Janice and Jeannine, there in the late afternoon so I can get them settled into the condo for their stay next week. We'll have to leave pretty early, like around 6:00 a.m. and won't get back until close to midnight though. I had lunch with your dad today and already cleared it with him. How does it sound to you?"
"That sounds great, Mr. Jennings, absolutely great. I haven't been able to ski Madonna mountain at all this year. When we went up in early January, it was too icy and windy and the Madonna chair didn't even operate so I had to stay on Sterling. I promise to be ready whenever you want to pick me up."
"Great. I'll be past your place right about six on Saturday morning. You'd better get a good night's sleep on Friday night, because it's going to be a long day."
As soon as he hung up, Dave Jennings dialed Bill Penmore's private office line. "Well, it's all set. We leave at 6:00 a.m. on Saturday. Now all we need is a little cooperation from the weather and Micki will be initiated by this time next week."
"Thanks, Dave. She just turned 18 and I know that this is best for her but do please be sensitive. Promise you will back off if you think that she isn't ready. O.K.?"
"Bill, we've been friends a long time and you know that I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that. Trust me, this isn't the first time I've done this you know."
"I do trust you or I would not have agreed to it, but that doesn't mean that I'm not still a little nervous about it."
"No problem, Bill. I will handle it with so much sensitivity and affection that she will believe that it was one of the best things that ever happened to her. I promise. Talk to you later." With that close, Dave hung up and contemplated just what Micki might look like without all the ski gear she had always had on when he had seen her. He knew that she was a bit heavy, but establishing a natural and comfortable relationship with a girl to whom he was not all that attracted to was one of the most important things about the training he had received.
"I guess I'd better go back and look at my notes when I have a chance,"
he thought as tried to remember the last somewhat overweight girl he had initiated.
A nearly full moon provided enough light for Dave to find his way to the Penmore's front door where he knocked softly. Micki answered almost immediately, fully dressed and ready to go. "Would you like a cup of coffee to take along?" she whispered. "I've just made some fresh and have a couple of Denny's traveling cups that I can put it in."
"Sure. Great idea, Micki. I'd love some," Dave answered.
After getting the coffee prepared, they loaded Micki's skis and poles on the rack and got into the car. "You may want to take your jacket off, Micki, the car is pretty well heated up." She agreed and slipped her bright pink ski jacket off and threw it into the back seat where Dave had already put his.