Threesome

Icebreaker – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos

And that’s when it happened.  Kari Tanaka, out of nowhere, picked up some big stone or lawn gnome or something and threw it at Johnny.  “Don’t break the ice!” she called, and laughed.  She didn’t hit him, but it fell just in front of him and broke through.  So, yeah, she was laughing when Johnny disappeared into the freezing cold water under the ice.

All I saw was Johnny, then a pair of raised arms, then nothing.  All I heard was this crunch! then nothing.

Lyla was the first to scream, but Mia was the first of us to move.  We all made it to the edge of the pond, suddenly aware that the ice was too thin to play on.  I knew it held Johnny until Kari threw the stone, though, so I went out and lay down flat.  I slid to the hole in the ice and stuck my hand down in the water, swishing it.  “Johnny!”

I don’t remember what movie I saw it on — maybe It’s a Wonderful Life or some horror movie about a devil child where they played hockey and someone went under, but I remembered to spread out my weight on the ice.  Conor was behind me, holding my leg, making a chain, so maybe I saw the movie with him.  Costa picked up what we were doing and made a third.

I pounded the ice, calling, “Johnny!”  In my mind I was crying Please — come up!  Give me your hand!  You’re not dead, right?

Then there was a light.  Lyla hedged out onto the ice and held her phone out with the light on, trying to light up the water.

And then Johnny’s hand did come up right at the edge of the hole.  My pounding had made it bigger; I wasn’t even thinking that it could collapse under me.  I grabbed at him and started pulling.  His head appeared next, and he spit water and took a big breath.  I’ll never forget that.  The sound he made, trying to breathe.  It sounded like a saw blade — like a saw being dragged slowly over the corner of a 2×4.  No, I will never forget that.

I tried inching backwards, holding tight onto Johnny’s arm, and Conor and Costa moved with me, pulling my leg.  We weren’t too far out, and Costa found he could lie alongside me, taking Johnny’s other hand.

More ice cracked where he was coming out, and some broke away, but we had him out to his waist, luckily.  It must have been more frozen closer to the shore because no more cracked off.  We hauled Johnny out and then pulled him onto the snow.

If there was any more light than what came from the course or the lodge, I’d have seen how blue Johnny looked.  We didn’t know our job wasn’t finished until Mia and Lyla demanded we carry him inside, and then Silke corrected that.  “No, take John to the hot tub by the swimming pool.  You must hurry!”

Costa and I picked him up and carry-dragged him across the resort.  The complex was a few buildings away.  There was an indoor pool and an outdoor pool, but the hot tub was outside for, you know, sexy ski lodge reasons.  However, it made it easier to get Johnny into it.  We didn’t bother taking his coat or clothes off, or anything, we just got him into the hot tub.  Lyla pulled off her coat and shoes and dropped into the tub and helped us slide him in.  Then, I took my shoes off and went in with them.  Only then did we take Johnny’s clothes off, piece by piece.

Silke had gone back inside the lodge to find Ms. Tattersall or Mr. Dambraugh.  Kari and Akiko had disappeared.  Johnny was chilled inside, even with the warm water, but having his clothes on may have helped.  In my head, taking his clothes off him slowly was like evening out the temperature, instead of putting an ice cube into a boiling pot.  I’m gonna say it felt worse for me and Lyla being in wet clothes in hot water, but I wasn’t thinking about that at the time.

I knew Johnny was going to be okay when he looked at Lyla and said, “You know, I was going to ask if you wanted to go swimming tonight…”

She kissed him.  She might have been crying, but it may just have been the water on her face.

Long story short: the teachers came; resort management came; Johnny was wrapped in towels and a blanket; me and Lyla got blankets, too; the resort doctor, who usually wrapped broken limbs, okayed Johnny — he was breathing right, his heart was okay, no residual shock, and he could think straight.  The doc said it would have been better if we’d brought Johnny inside and took his clothes off and wrapped him in a blanket, but the hot tub was not a bad idea.  We blamed Silke.  We gave him some hot tea — no brandy! — but it and his dinner came back up.  Someone called Johnny’s dad and they decided they didn’t need to wrap him up and take him to the hospital or drive four hours back to Chicago right away — he’d be better off getting dry, staying warm, and getting rest, and then come home the next day, as planned.

Me, Mia, Lyla, and Johnny were all in our room.  It was really ‘the boys’ room, us and Conor and Costa, but it was the four of ours, now, as we’d made the switch.  Johnny and Lyla were naked in one bed, dry now, wrapped inside a blanket, and wrapped in each other’s arms.  The shivering had ended, but they were still sharing warmth.

I came out of the hot shower — the place had good hot water — leaving the bathroom a mess of wet clothes that we’d hang up later.  Mia had changed out of her après-ski outfit, but was still in her long underwear.

“You feel better?” she asked me.

Johnny had already used the James Bond line of ‘getting out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini,’ so I couldn’t.  I tried to come up with something quick about getting Mia out of her dry clothes, and feeling better when I was inside her wet pussy, but I couldn’t make anything work.  I just said, “Yeah.”  And then I peeled off her long underwear.

I wanted to throw her on our bed and fuck her silly, but she had a sparkle in her eye.  She asked me, “Should we help them out?  To stay warm?”

I smiled and pried open Johnny’s blanket fort and Mia and I forced ourselves inside, all sharing the bed and adding more limbs to the warm configuration.

I looked at Johnny across from me in the nest.  He took a breath and told me, “Thanks for saving me.  I…”

And then his hand came up to my face and he kissed me.

My eyes closed, and I kissed him back.  His lips were dry, a little leathery, but that changed soon.  He really kissed me, like when we were alone.  Not a thank you peck, not just one soft press on the lips, but that first press did hang there, and he breathed in through his nose, and pressed in a second time.  I wasn’t going to let that go, and I accepted that second press with passion, letting him know that it was what I’d wanted.   I pushed my tongue out and licked his lips, and he opened his mouth and pulled my tongue inside.  Then it was the start of three really deep, wet, tongue-massaging kisses.

I realized I loved my friend.  Not just being attracted to his body and wanting sex.  Since September, I’d gotten to know him so well, beyond the team.  I don’t think you can love somebody without liking them, first, and I liked him.  Even with the rivalry we had going for Mia for that time, I really liked him.  That’s why I wanted to kiss him.  Maybe that’s not normal, but it’s what I felt.  Johnny had said ‘no’ to kissing, before, that it was too personal, too intimate, but I felt something give inside him, the way he kissed me that one night.  And the way he was kissing me now.  And now I wanted him to know I felt the same.

When the kiss broke and I opened my eyes, Mia and Lyla’s eyes were wide in disbelief.  Or maybe not disbelief.  I mean, we all know what we know.  They were open wide in surprise, maybe.

“I thought you said kissing Rory would be too personal,” Mia said when she could.

Johnny looked at me, then the two girls, then back at me.  “This is personal.”

I tried reading his eyes.  Normally, I’d just look at his blue eyes and see lust or mischief or fun or determination or hate or…  His eyes were wet.  Johnny was shaken.  Not shivering, that’s not what I mean.

He dipped his head back into Lyla’s shoulder, and she took him back down to the bed.  Mia and I shared the space with them, at his back, inside the comforter.  That’s a good name for a blanket, you know?

“Do you want to talk, yet?” Lyla whispered to him.

His voice came muffled out from her skin.  “It was black.  I couldn’t see a thing.  And it was fuckin’ cold.  Just black and cold.  I don’t know if I actually thought anything, but it was like… dead.  Just… dead.  When I realized where I was, that I was underwater, I couldn’t figure out which way was up, couldn’t see my bubbles.  And I reached out everywhere and couldn’t touch anything.  Finally, my hand hit the ice, like a ceiling, and I saw it was just less black than everything else.  I was, like, clawing at it, trying to punch it, and then there was this light.  I was punching again, but I couldn’t do anything, like I had no power.  For a minute, I was like ‘I missed it,’ and I was gonna be floating under the rest of the pond and I’d never get out and that was it.  The end.  And then the light showed me the hole.  The water looked different there.   And I reached for it.  And I grabbed the edge somehow and then… and your hand got me.”

I rubbed my hand on his back, letting him know I was glad I got him.

“I don’t remember much about being dragged out.  I just know everything got even colder than it was before, like ice on me, like needles, and I saw lights going past me, and then I was in the hot tub, and Lyla was taking my clothes off…”

I thought I could hear a smile when he said that last bit, but it didn’t last, because then he shuddered and his voice was more choked up.

“Wait.  Lyla… you were the light.  Weren’t you?” he asked.  We knew what he meant.

Lyla just did a little nod. 

“You saved me.”  Johnny held her tighter and kissed her.

Mia just looked at me and we shared the moment.

“I don’t know what’s…  I’ve never felt so helpless, so…”  He was talking to Lyla, but we could hear him.  He wanted us to hear him.  “I don’t think I realized until now, that… I have friends.  Actual friends.  People who…”  And that was it.  Lyla quieted him with a kiss that kept going.

When he was in the hot tub, Johnny didn’t have much to say because of the shock, but with the teachers and the doctor he was all, ‘I’m fine, it’s just a little cold water…’  But now, he could let go.  I don’t think I’d ever seen him broken, like this.  Maybe his brother had.  It was a little scary.   Now, this is me thinking about this much later: I think learning to depend on people is a sign of true friendship, allowing yourself that give and take, so long as you have friends who will honor that back.  And I never let Johnny take that back.

Johnny straightened his body and Lyla moved him on top of her, opening her legs, and we could tell his cock slipped right inside her with their double-moan.  Another time, he would have drifted down and ate her out, first, or explored her nipples, I’m sure, but he had a need to keep kissing her, just to be with her, to be inside her as much as he could.  He immediately started a thrust with no light between them.  Now that Lyla was his, he wanted to be the same person.

Briefly, I thought back to the night I slept over at his place when we shared that passion, and I knew what Lyla was feeling physically and mentally.  I could hear Johnny whispering to her while taking a breath.  “I love you, Lyla.  This whole time.  I don’t care if we’re just starting out, now, I…”

“Johnny,” Lyla whispered back, “I’ve always loved you, wished you were mine.  I was just too stupid to…”

“Don’t say that,” Johnny stopped her.  “We’re together now, that’s what matters…”

Mia and I realized they needed their space and we headed for the other bed.  Mia fixed the comforter for them, and then we crawled inside our bed.  When we were comfortable, we looked back.  Johnny and Lyla were one body, making love.

We let them be and turned toward each other and both said, “I love you,” at the same time.

“Must be true, then,” Mia giggled.  “Now come on.  I need the hero of Devil’s Moon to fuck me blue.”

I’ve used that phrase before, a lot of times, in fact, but it hit me wrong after pulling Johnny out of the ice.  My hesitation made Mia realize what she’d said.

“Oh… yeah,” she whispered.  She bit her lip and looked over at Johnny.  “Too soon?” she asked me with a smile.

I had to laugh.  I twisted her and rolled on top of her.  “How about I fuck you pink, instead?  Will that work for you?”

“Pink is for tickling…” she said, and realized her mistake.

“Oh, you want me to tickle you?” I asked and laid into her without waiting for a response — because who says, ‘Yes, I want you to tickle me’?

She giggled and laughed and we squirmed and rolled, and I released her, winding up kneeling above her, listening to her breathe.

Her smile was huge.  Her eyes sparkled.

My cock was hard up against her thigh.  We both looked at the color.

“Fuck me purple?”

“Hold on tight…”

It was an hour later.  We’d all made enough noise to wake the dead, but it was a hotel so who cared?  Unless Costa and Silke next door were jealous?

Sitting with our girls naked in our own queen-sized beds, we were watching The Thomas Crown Affair on TV and we were thinking about a need for snackage.  We’d had dinner before we went to the fireplace room, but Johnny had thrown up in the doctor’s office.  He felt like he could put something down, again.  We thought about a run to the vending machine for soda and chips, or downstairs to the little shop in the lobby for a proper-sized bag of Doritos or a can of Pringles or some Hostess cupcakes.  Or maybe one of the little restaurants in the place had cold sandwiches or something to-go.

We were putting a plan together for who would get dressed and head down, when there was a knock on the door.  I looked at Johnny and Lyla and they’d just started fucking again, so I knew I was the one who would answer it.  I stole the comforter and wrapped it around me.

“Hey!” Mia whined.

“Can’t answer the door naked…!” I teased.  Mia then jumped into the other bed back under the covers with Johnny and Lyla.  I was chuckling a little, yet, when I just opened the door, forgetting to look out the little peephole.

It was Ms. Tattersall.

“Hi, come on in,” I said.  I was like, what the heck, she’d seen my dick, already.

She looked me up and down with a surprised gleam in her eye, seeing my naked chest and the blanket and, if she were thinking straight, should have probably spoke to me only from the hall.  But she did not.  She actually came into the room.  I closed the door behind her.

“I came to check on you two, and if you were changed, to maybe get your wet clothes down to the laundry service, get them dry instead of hanging…” she said as she walked down the little hall past the washroom and closet and coffee machine.  Then she was in the room proper.

Then she saw naked Johnny, Lyla, and Mia.

“Um… what’s this?” she stammered.  Again, this should have been the point where she turned around and stared at the wall as she addressed us, if not head back to the door and call to us.  But she didn’t.  She just stood there staring at us naked teenagers.

“Shared bodily warmth,” Johnny said from his human nest.

“Um… no…  Ladies, you should not be here,” she stammered again, but still did not look away.

“And you should?” I asked her, moving closer to her so my blanket was touching her.

“This is our room, now, Ms. T,” Mia said from the bed.  “The four of us are sharing.”

“That’s… that’s not the way…” Ms. T began but never finished.

“It is the way, unless you want someone to find out you sucked my boyfriend’s cock.  My fifteen-year-old boyfriend?” Mia said like a James Bond villain.  “You know?  A student?”

Ms. T turned to face me and was inside my blanket since I’d kind of drew my right arm around her.  She looked down my naked body at my cock again, and I could hear her catch her breath.  “Misty?” I asked while her attention was on my nudity.  “That was a fine blow job, but you never did give Johnny his.  And he did more work than I did.”

“…. Rory…” Ms. T weakly uttered, almost pleading to let her go.  But I wasn’t holding her, I wasn’t keeping her prisoner in the room.  Something about us being naked kept her from running to the door, that same thing that prompted her to offer me a blow job those hours ago.

I wondered if she had come here hoping Johnny would be in some state of undress, hoping she could give Johnny that blowjob, in the name of comfort, if that was why she just walked right in the room.

Johnny and Lyla whispered to each other, then Johnny nodded and withdrew himself from the nest.  He stood off the bed and took a step forward, his cock wet and pointing straight out.  Ms. T could only stare at the naked Johnny, visibly moving her head down and back up as she gazed at him.

“Michelle, I think you owe me something,” Johnny said.

Ms. T’s hands went to Johnny’s shoulders like a magnet.  She looked at the bed at Mia and Lyla, who repositioned themselves now that Johnny was not between them, but the girls did not get up and attack her.  Lyla did not look back at her, but Mia gave her a look of ‘Well? Get on with it.’

Ms. T slowly dropped to her knees.  She wanted to do this.

She took ahold of Johnny’s hairy cock and looked at it as if it were made of gold.  Or maybe like it was the thing that would get her fired.  And then she put it in her mouth, anyway.  One hand went around to his ass and held him while she took that cock as far down as she could and made a sound like she’d been wanting to do this all semester.

Ms. T pulled off, then, and she glanced at Lyla with a look of… I don’t know what to call it, but it was like she realized she had tasted Lyla on Johnny’s cock.  Was it: ‘Mmm, I’ve tasted your pussy now and I like it!’ or ‘I realize he’d been fucking you, so are you going to lash out and beat me up?’

Lyla gave her a not-too-friendly look back but said, “Better pay up.”

Ms. T looked back at Johnny’s cock.  And then she sucked it down, again.

“You’ve been wanting this all semester, haven’t you, Michelle?” Johnny said quietly.  “I’ve seen you watching me.  Especially when we had swimming.  You might have been supervising the pool, but you were just watching me, and a couple others.  When the girls pulled off Ty Gainey’s trunks, you did nothing but laugh.”

Johnny was messing with Ms. T’s hair, and started pulling at her sweater collar.  He looked to me.  “Did you get to see her tits?”

“Yeah.  They’re nice tits,” I reported.

“Fair’s fair, Michelle,” Johnny told Ms. T’s hair.  He moved his cock out of her mouth and reached down, trying to gather her sweater.  “Mia, give me a hand, would you?”

Ms. T stood, at that point, and backed away as Mia got off the bed and came at her, but her back found the wall.  She might have been afraid Mia was going to hit her, or something.  But Mia took one side of Ms.T’s sweater and helped Johnny pull it over her head, then took care to remove her sports bra for her, instead of letting Johnny pull it.

Johnny began pawing Ms. T’s breasts while Mia popped the button on Ms. T’s jeans.

“Mia…” Ms. T gasped.  Mia paid no attention and just started shimmying the jeans side-to-side until they were down to the knees.

I tossed the comforter back on my bed and moved to join Lyla.  “You okay?” I asked her.

Lyla seemed to consider that.  “It’s like Clue,” she said.  “It’ll never happen again, so this is our chance.”  She looked up at me.  “Know what I mean?”

The little devil.  She and Mia never cease to surprise me.  I had to smile.

I sat down and rubbed Lyla’s back as we watched Ms. T lose her clothes piece by piece.

“I’m glad you and Johnny are good.  Conor’s my friend, but you and Johnny were made for each other,” I told Lyla.  My stroke on her skin didn’t vary too much; I wasn’t trying to start anything, just being close to my friend.  “Why’d it take two weeks, though?  I mean, I could ask why did it take two months, but why wait once Conor was out?”

Lyla leaned her head into my side.  “He was with Akiko, and I didn’t know if they were happy, and I didn’t want to ruin that, if they were.  Both things were my fault.”

“Don’t say that,” I told her.

“No.  Making Conor my boyfriend instead of just a friend with benefits, and then matchmaking Johnny with Aki,” she said weakly.  I shouldn’t have asked, but it still bothered her, I guess.  “That day we played Girl Talk, I fucked all three of you — you, Conor, and Costa, plus Mia — a little orgy.  Making Conor my boyfriend… kind of made that okay.  I wanted a boyfriend.  And then a week later, I knew it should have been Johnny, but I gave me-and-Conor a chance.”

“More than a chance,” I knew.  “Conor just didn’t know how to be a real boyfriend.  Doesn’t know, still.  I’ll bet he never even called you, or came over often.  Did he even meet your mom?”  We both watched Mia and Johnny sit Ms. T on the desk chair to get her shoes and socks off, because her pants weren’t going to make it over her hikers.

“He did.  But I don’t think Mom liked him, too much, like she knew he was temporary.”  She took my hand and squeezed it.  “You’re a good boyfriend, Rory.”

“Johnny will be, too.  You know that.  You two already have a secret language,” I laughed.

“It should have been Halloween.  I should have made the change at Halloween,” she shook her head.

“Stop it,” I told her.  “Just move forward.”

Lyla snorted a laugh to herself and nodded.  Then she ran a fingernail up my cock.  My cock was at half-staff — it was wondering if it was going to get any action with Ms. T’s visit — but Lyla’s touch made it stand to attention.

“That’s not fair,” I whined.  I pointed to Johnny with my chin.  “How much you going to let him do?”

“Not much more.  We already have our As in her Health class.  I don’t think Johnny’s in any danger of failing her PE class,” Lyla figured.  “It’s you and Mia who have her for Health next semester.  You should get in there and guarantee your A.”

“Maybe I will,” I said.  There was no maybe.  I was going to fuck that woman.

Mia pulled Ms. T up from sitting and Johnny guided her to the other bed.  I was looking at a completely nude Michelle Tattersall, “Misty,” the dream of many a Freshman and Sophomore boy.  I’d seen her tits before, and now I got to see her pussy.

“She’s shaved,” Lyla noted judgmentally.

“Disappointing, I know,” Johnny agreed, pushing Misty’s body down onto the bed.

“What?” Ms. T asked, confused.  “Don’t all you boys like shaved pussies?”

“When you shave ‘em, makes ‘em all look the same.  Just skin and some folds and an opening,” I said, and shrugged.  “Pubes are personality.  Makes ‘em different.  Makes ‘em special.”  I eased to my knees in front of Mia and ran my fingers through her thick landing strip.  Then I licked Mia’s pussy, dragging my tongue from bottom to top, and inhaled loudly.  “And it holds scent to drive me wild.”

I looked back at Misty’s pussy.  “If it’s shaved… could be anybody’s.  Plain.  McPussy.”

Johnny ran his finger along Misty’s slit, teasing her labia and clit.  “Still… maybe…”

“Oh, yes…  Please…” Misty begged, giving in to the fantasy.

Lyla stood and went to Johnny.  “Do you really want to?”

Johnny turned and held Lyla, running his hands over her body.  He kissed her neck and then said loudly enough for Misty to hear, “Kinda.”

Ms. T looked Lyla over, top to bottom, zeroing in on Lyla’s pussy and her golden curls.  “Please.”

Lyla looked like she was considering it, but I’m sure she had already decided what would happen some little time ago.  She held up three fingers in front of Johnny’s face.  Because of the angle I was at, I could see Johnny crack a smile and almost laugh, but he held it together.

“Three minutes?  Three seconds?” he asked.  Lyla shook her head.  Johnny understood, then.  “Oh.”

I wasn’t sure I understood, but I figured I’d find out.

Johnny turned back to Misty.  “It’s your lucky day,” he told her.

“I’ll say,” she whispered, but I heard her.  Her eyes were everywhere, all up and down Johnny’s body, staring at my cock, back at Mia’s landing strip.  She didn’t want to close her eyes, afraid it might all go away like a dream.

Johnny opened Misty’s legs and addressed her opening with his cock.  I could see the glistening of her wetness — and I could see the wetness on Mia’s fingers, too.

“Don’t tease me, Johnny.  Please,” Misty breathed.

“Please what?” Johnny demanded.  He didn’t mean for her to say ‘sir’ or anything stupid.  He wanted to hear her ask for it.  “What do you want, Michelle?  What have you wanted all year?”

“Your body, Johnny,” she croaked, her eyes closed.  “I’ve wanted to see your body.”

“You saw my body in the pool, Michelle,” Johnny reminded her, still running his cock up her labia.

“The rest of it.  Your cock,” Misty whined.  “Your beautiful cock.  And that cute ass…”

“It is cute,” Mia almost laughed to Lyla.

“Please…” Misty begged again.

“Please what, Michelle?  What do you want now?” Johnny asked again.

“Fuck me.  Please, Johnny, fuck me…”

Johnny waited no longer and thrust his cock inside Ms. Michelle Tattersall’s very wet pussy, all the way in with one long, slow movement.

Misty reacted instantly.  “Ah!  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhh!”  She began trembling, and moaned so loudly as she came, she was wound so tightly.  Later, Costa would tell me that he actually heard that through the wall.  He heard more, too, but he remembered hearing the first one.

Johnny drew his cock back with the same slowness.  Lyla dropped one finger, now holding up only two.

Johnny gave his next thrust some fire and slammed into Misty’s cunt, making her scream again, but we could see her enjoyment in her eyes as she kept cumming.  Lyla held one finger up as Johnny slowly dragged his cock back, bringing Misty’s juices with it.

He leaned forward onto Misty’s tits and she grabbed at him, holding him tight as he let his cock slide inside her one last time.  “Sorry, Michelle, this is it.”

“No, Johnny, please.  Fuck me.  Please cum in me…”

Johnny rose up from her arms and withdrew his cock.  “Sorry.  That’s all you get.  There’s somewhere else I have to be.”  He looked at Lyla.

“Johnny?” Misty whined.

“Tag.”  Johnny slapped my hand as he moved out from between Misty’s legs and I assumed his position.  Misty still looked a little distraught and bewildered (two vocab points!), but when she saw me lining my cock up with her shaved-bare pussy, the realization washed over her, and she calmed down, and smiled.

I motioned to Mia, who had been gliding her fingertips from Misty’s temples down her neck to her breasts.  “Lyla doesn’t want to taste her on Johnny,” I whispered in Mia’s ear.  Mia looked me in the eye and knew what I meant.  She put her hand out to Johnny’s leg, then moved over to him and took his cock in her mouth, cleaning him off.

I addressed the lady whose legs were pulling me in to her.  “Hey, Misty.  You promised, remember?”

“I said ‘maybe,’” she tried to tease back.

I relaxed and started to pull away.  “Well, if it’s ‘maybe,’ then I’ve got other pl—” 

Misty pulled me back forcefully.  “Fuck me, Rory.”

“I hope you have something to teach me, this semester,” I said as I slipped my cock inside her and proceeded to fuck a teacher.

Lyla held Johnny as Mia cleaned him off.  When she pulled off of him, Mia slapped Johnny twice on his thigh, like ‘all done!’ and gave him a shove so that he and Lyla toppled back onto their bed.  I saw Lyla just curl Johnny in front of her and bring the comforter around them, again.

“Front row seat?” I asked Johnny.

“It’s not every day you get admission to a live porn show,” he shrugged.  But then he kissed Lyla and they spoke quietly about something I couldn’t hear.  Then I figured out what when Lyla retrieved her phone from the nightstand and started filming us.  Yes!  Damn right I wanted this on film!  Or video, or whatever you want to call it.  I have to admit, knowing I was on video, I did start to perform instead of just plain fuck.  I pulled one of Misty’s legs up on my shoulder and let the other fold outward so Lyla could get a good view of my cock slamming into Misty’s insanely bare pussy.

Mia rejoined me, and went back to stroking our Misty and taking a breast into her mouth, on the far side so she didn’t block the camera.

“This is what you want?” I asked Misty, my cock pistoning her pussy.

“Oh, yes…” she moaned, one hand circling Mia’s head, combing her hair with her fingers.

I gave the “rock on!” fingers sign to the camera.  I’m so cool.

With Mia’s mouth working Misty’s left tit and her hand starting to circle her clit, I just had to get a better feel of that other tit.  I actually think Lyla’s are bigger, but it was fun kneading that tit.  When Mia let off her left one, I alternated.  I thought about maybe trying to fuck her tits.  But what I really wanted was to cum inside her pussy.  I picked up her right leg and had both on my shoulders, then, and really went to town slamming into her, fuckin’ her fucking pussy.

“Rory,” Mia asked after a bit, taking a new position, sitting up on the bed.  “Flip her.”

I stopped fucking Misty, gave her two taps on the side of her ass, and let her legs down off my shoulders.  I helped her find position on her hands and knees with her ass up in the air.  I didn’t plunge right in, yet — I had to let Mia adjust and get her pussy right before Misty’s face.

Misty looked back up to me.  I don’t know if she was saying she doesn’t eat pussy, or asking for permission to dig in, or just looking at my reaction.  I just gave her a single nod, like ‘get to it.’  She turned back, and I couldn’t see her face so I don’t know if she was hesitating or licking her lips, but she got down to her elbows, put her hands on Mia’s thighs, and went after her pussy for all she was worth.

Then I started fucking Misty again.

I looked at Mia.  She looked back, a big grin on her face.  Then Mia’s eyes shut suddenly and she inhaled sharply.  Misty must’ve found her clit!

When the shock subsided, Mia said, “Oh, she’s done this before, I think…”

Misty just breathed a loud laugh down below, but never stopped licking Mia’s pussy.  Mia took ahold of Misty’s hair, running her fingers through it, but mostly holding her in place to encourage her.  Hey, Mia likes what Mia likes.

I started a good rhythm of smacking into Misty’s ass, picking up speed, and making her moan into Mia’s pussy.  I had to pull on and hold her hips steady so I wasn’t smacking her face into Mia and ruin her efforts.

I looked over at the camera.  I smiled and gave the lens a big, knowing wink.  I couldn’t help it!  I silently mouthed, “Fucking a teacher…!” to the camera and pointed at Misty’s ass.

“You like that, Misty?” I asked.  She moaned in the positive.  “What’s that?  You like my cock, or do you like Mia’s pussy?”  Misty moaned something that sounded like a statement, but was incomprehensible.  So, I stopped fucking.

“No, Rory, don’t stop!” she suddenly spoke.  “I love your cock.  I love Mia’s pussy.  It’s been a while, but I love eating pussy…!  Fuck me, Rory…  Fuck me…”  And she went back down on Mia.

“That’s a good girl,” I told her, massaging her ass as I began thrusting into her again.  “You liked Johnny’s cock, too, didn’t you?”  She moaned like she was hungry.  “How long have you wanted to see Johnny naked?”  I was totally playing this for the camera, looking right at it, and at Johnny.  Misty’s moan sounded like ‘So long,’ so I bet it was.  “What’s that?” I asked anyway.

Misty took a breath.  “All year…  All fucking year.  He’s so hot.  And Lyla’s so pretty.  I didn’t think I’d get to, she’s not in my PE class, so I don’t see her in the locker room, just in Health.  But she’s so pretty.”

That was more than I expected, but that was cool.  “Maybe next time, you get to lick her pussy,” I offered for Lyla.  I looked at Lyla, who just gave me an odd expression, but she didn’t stop filming.

Misty took another breath.  “I’d do it.”

“Sure, but Mia needs to cum, now, Misty.  She’s almost there…  Find and suck that clit, Misty!”  I didn’t have to tell her what to do.  Hell, she probably knew better than I did what to do.  Girls are that way.  And yes, she got Mia whimpering.  Mia was on the ropes.  I let my thrusts go slow-and-even so Misty could concentrate on Mia.

When Mia climaxed, Misty must’ve really enjoyed having her mouth filled with Mia’s juices because she got wetter than ever, herself.

“Oh, yeah… that’s it.  You are so wet, Misty…  You are so wet…”  I picked up the pace, but decided I wanted to cum, too.  I can cum in this position, but fucking from behind takes my head out of the game, you know what I mean?  I can last longer, which can be good, but I can get distracted without a pair of eyes looking back at me.  So, I pushed Misty’s pelvis down and flipped her back onto her back, as Mia curled kind of upside-down to us.

Misty’s eyes were wild.  She was loving this.  She was checking out my naked bod, again, staring at my cock as I found my way back inside her pussy.  She was so wet, I slipped back in easily.  And I picked up the pace.

I let myself down on top of Misty, stretching out.  One of Mia’s hands was caught between us, but that was okay.  I wanted to feel those teacher titties against my skin.

I exaggerated my grunts; I wanted her to know I was in for the kill.  Then I dove for her ear, but I said this all loud enough for the camera to pick up, I’d hoped.  “Oh, Misty, I love fucking you.  Fucking a teacher.  An older woman.  You know?  I’m only fifteen.”

I’d said some magic words there, I figured, as she groaned a loud, “Oh-ohhhhh, I knowwww!”

I didn’t let up.  “I won’t even be sixteen until March.  You fucked Johnny a little, too, and he’s only fifteen, too.   And you licked some fifteen-year-old pussy.”

“Ah, fuck… fuck me…” she demanded between breaths.

“I’m a fifteen-year-old boy, Misty.  Only a year and a half out of middle school.  Just a kid,” I said, doing a somewhat younger-sounding voice.

And… that did it for her.  I was laying on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tight in place, but she bucked so hard below she practically broke my spine.   She wouldn’t let go of my neck, but I stabilized and got my arms under her knees, pulled her legs back, and fucked her so hard and fast, going for that cum.  It didn’t take much more.  I went stiff and shot my load inside 24-year-old Colton High School PE and Health teacher Ms. Michelle Tattersall’s pussy.

And we got it all on film.  Video.  Whatever.

It wasn’t my first cum of the day, or my second, but it felt like I called up the reserves from my balls to make sure I filled her cunt, the electricity running up my spine and the static spiraling my head.  My shoulders lost their tension and I just relaxed on top of Misty’s titties, my cock still being milked by Misty’s gripping pussy.  It was a nice place to be.

We both laid there, breathing, recovering, when I looked up and saw Mia.  There was a little shock when our eyes met, and I admit I felt a little guilty and for that instant wondered if I was in trouble.  But then Mia smiled wickedly at me, and I knew we were okay.  It’s like Lyla said, it was like when we played Clue — it might never happen again.  Right then, I was almost sorry she didn’t get to fuck Scott.  Almost.  I stretched my head toward Mia and kissed her.

And then Misty, Michelle, Ms. T, Ms. Tattersall… finally let go of my neck and turned to jelly.  She closed her eyes and sighed.  I sat up and slowly pulled my cock out of her pussy.  I just fucked a teacher!  I just came inside a teacher’s pussy!

I realized, then, that I hadn’t kissed Ms. T during the whole thing.  Johnny was right; kissing was too personal, too intimate.  Fucking was sex.  I didn’t love Ms. T.  I just liked fucking her.

Lyla put down her phone.  “How do we get her out of here?” she asked Johnny.

Yeah, I thought to myself.  This was fun, fucking her, but I didn’t want her to be with us all night.  I wanted to spend the night with Mia, and Johnny wanted to be with Lyla.  How would we get her out of here?  Just with a “Thanks for stopping by, Ms. T — don’t let the door hit you in the ass!” or what?  Mia gave me that quizzical look, too — the same one as on Lyla’s face.

Johnny unwrapped himself from Lyla and you could tell he was giving it some thought — ‘put on his thinking cap,’ the teachers used to say back in 3rd Grade!

He shifted over on the bed and picked up the room phone.  He punched the buttons for 208, the room next door.  There was a silent moment, then I could hear the phone ringing next door through the wall!  Then it stopped.

“Hey,” Johnny said.  “It’s Johnny.  Is Conor there?  Okay.”  We waited a moment.  What was he up to?  “Conor.  It’s Johnny.  I know, these phones are weird, but I didn’t think you’d pick up if I called your cell.  …  Well, maybe.  …  Can you pop over here?  Next door?  We need your help.  …  Yes, really.  We have a mission for you.  And I think you’re the right man for the job.  …  Okay.”   Johnny hung up the weird room phone.

We all waited.  It was quiet.  The movie was still on, but it was quiet, even so.  It was the scene near the end where James Bond goes into the art museum wearing a coat and hat, and then there’s all these other guys wearing the same coat and hat, and no one can catch him, and then he turns on the fire sprinkler and reveals the Monet painting was there, all along.  It’s a great scene and it has great music — “Sinnerman” — and that’s what we could hear in the quiet.

There was a knock on the door.  Conor.

We all looked at each other.  Who was going to let him in?  Johnny got up, but didn’t put any clothes on, still.  A second later, he brought Conor into the room.

Conor was all eyes — looking at Mia naked, seeing another naked girl laying on the bed, and then he saw Lyla wrapped in the comforter, and he finally looked away.  A little embarrassed, maybe, realizing his old girlfriend had just been making love with the naked Johnny.  Then he looked back at the naked Ms. T and recognized who she was.

“We have a problem.  And I think you could be the solution,” Johnny told him.

“Is she…?  Dead?” Conor asked.

“No,” I volunteered.  “Just resting.”  Conor looked me in the eyes and I smiled.  Then he smiled, too, and came in for a closer look, checking out her tits and pussy, just in case she suddenly grabbed the comforter.

“What do you need from me?  What’s this mission?” he asked Johnny, a little suspicious, now.

“We need you to take her back to her room, and keep her company for the rest of the night,” Johnny told him.

You could see when it dawned on Conor what Johnny’d asked of him.  His eyes got wide and a grin started to form.

I jumped in.  “She’s a dynamo, and you’re the man for the job.”  It occurred to me that this would also take care of Costa’s problem of Conor nosing in on him and Silke.  Johnny was smart.

Conor looked around at the room, but avoided making eye contact with Lyla.  “How do I…?”  He motioned at her clothes, and he was right.  Did we re-dress her or what?

Johnny went through Ms. T’s pants and found her room card.  Mia started gathering Ms. T’s clothes and semi-folded them so they weren’t just a pile.

“Bring these over to 211,” Mia said, “then come back for her.” 

Johnny called Costa.  “Can you get Conor’s stuff and meet him across the hall in 211?  Then stay there and hold the door open.”

Conor understood, nodded, and left with the bundle.  He returned a moment later, and we helped Ms. T stand.  She wasn’t drugged or passed out, just in that euphoric state of nappy-land.

“Conor!” Ms. T said upon noting a new person was seeing her naked.

“It’s okay, Misty,” I told her.  “He’s going to get you back to your room, and stay with you the whole night to take care of you.”

She looked at me, letting it sink in.  Then looked at Conor and smiled.  I didn’t have to say it.  She knew Conor was fifteen, too.

Johnny opened the door, waved at Costa, saw the coast was clear, and Conor and Ms. T headed for 211.

The last thing Conor said to me that night was, “Misty?  You dog, you…!”

Then Costa was in our room, talking to Johnny, making sure he’d really seen what he’d just saw.  Johnny told him to keep it between us, and then wished him well in getting rid of that June girl.

“Oh, no problem there,” Costa told us.  “Junie is no problem at all.  Us three will be fine tonight, now.”  He saluted us and headed out.

Well, cool.

Continued in Part 3

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Icebreaker – Part 1
by
Tommy Linarcos

“Fuck, yes,” I sighed as Ms. T sucked on my cock in the hotel room in the Devil’s Moon Ski Resort.

I twisted my hands in her mousy light-brown hair and made her look up at me.  When I could see her eyes, I raised up a little for a better angle and slid my cock down her throat, my pubes tickling her lips.  “That’s it, Ms. T… suck my cock…”

Ms. Michelle Tattersall moaned as if that’s exactly what she wanted to hear as her throat and tongue massaged my dick.  “That’s a good girl,” I said, picking up that she liked the dirty talk.  Especially from her student.

I wasn’t her student, yet, actually; that would be next semester when I took Health.  Right now, she taught Johnny in both Health and PE.  But she was also one of the sponsors for Ski Club, which is how she got to be sucking my cock in a hotel room in the middle of Wisconsin.

Her mouth didn’t really feel much different than my girlfriend Mia’s mouth, but here’s the thing — it was a grown woman’s mouth, a teacher’s mouth.  That thought alone could make a guy bust early.

Ms. T found my sweet spot and I gave a little yelp.

“You like that, Rory?” she asked, briefly pulling off of me.

“Fuck, yeah,” I moaned.  She smiled and started teasing that spot directly with the tip of her tongue.  I closed my eyes and let her tease me.  Her hand was exploring my abs under the layers of shirts I wore, reaching up to my chest and…  Yes, there you go, you… pinching my nipple…

“Is Johnny coming back?” she asked just before she sucked on my balls.

“I thought he would, but he probably thinks we were done,” I said, enjoying the sensation.  We had “volunteered” to bring up everybody’s bags and put them in the assigned rooms after Ms. Tattersall checked in the group with the desk clerk after three o’clock.  Everyone else was still out skiing the slopes.  Johnny and me figured we could get some brownie points doing this, and maybe earn a favor in case our plan to switch rooms tonight was discovered.

“Then I better get you off and let you head back,” she said and swallowed my shaft again.

This was great, getting sucked off by a teacher.  The experience of an older woman is much appreciated!

Ms. Tattersall was a babe of a PE teacher.  Not hot, but a babe all the same, in the way that any young teacher is.  It’s like, if there was a girl hosting a TV show about video games, she’d instantly become every nerd’s dream girl, even if she was a plain jane.  Ms. T is twenty-four, has mousy light-brown hair, a nice smile, I think hazel eyes, and a pretty decent rack.  I mean, she looks damn fine in a sweater and she’s no Peppermint Patty.

“Am I going to fuck you, Ms. T?” I asked.  I kept saying it like “Misty,” like it was my own personal pet name for her.  I’m so cool.

She peeked up at me.  “Maybe tonight, if you can sneak away?”

That was out.  I’d be spending the night with Mia, if all went well.

I relaxed and got into Ms. T’s talent.  Her tongue.  Her wet little tongue…  Ms. T wasn’t just a sucker-and-bobber, her little tongue was doing tricks to the underside of my cock every time it went in or out of her lips, slaloming in a criss-cross, tickling my sweet spot, running along under my crown.  Fuck.  This was no girl.  This was experience incarnate.  Fuck!  I wanted to cum.  “Misty… show me your tits, Misty… let me see your tits…”

She was happy to do it.  She lifted her sweater and t-shirt combo, and I helped pull her sports bra up along with it to get her puppies freed faster, and I got a gander at some really nice tits.  I reached down as much as I could, and she thrust her chest out.  I couldn’t caress her breasts as well as I could in a different position, but I got my hands on them, all the same.  And that made the difference.

“Fuck… yeah… Misty… Misty?  I’m gonna cum…. I’m cumming, Misty…”

“Not on my face, Rory,” she cautioned.  “I’ll suck down everything you can give me, but not on my face or in my hair.”

I made my grunting, and probably scrunched up my face like usual, and blasted what I thought would be a later gift for Mia into Michelle Tattersall’s mouth.  I shot, like, six or seven times, and I could feel her throat grip and pull me, like drawing everything out of my cock, draining my life force, and directing it straight into her belly.  When she was sure I was clean and she’d got a good taste of my cum, she released me.  I fell back onto my ass on the bed, my cock still pointing at her, while she wiped her lips and fixed her sweater and stuff.

Fuck, I’ve gotten blowjobs, before, but because of how tired my body was from all the skiing, I got lightheaded.  The ecstasy of cumming was still swirling around my head even after the rush of shooting a full load into Misty’s mouth.  But add to that the feeling of knowing a grown woman had sucked me off — not a milf but a hot college student type, a teacher for christsakes! and my mind was rolling.  I could’ve easily fallen asleep, but that was probably not a good idea.

“That’s a real nice cock, Rory,” Misty said and reached out and gave me a few more strokes before I sat up and pulled my pants up.  I was happy to let her.  What do you say to a teacher who’s just sucked your cock?  Thank you?  I just smiled.

We got our coats back on, and she gave me four room keys.  “Can you give this to Johnny, and these two to your girlfriends for their room?” she asked of me.  “And tell everyone you meet to see me for their keys.”

“I think I can do that.”

As we walked out, she pointed at the number on her door, 211, like I should remember it.

I might.  I don’t know if I can pass that up, but I’d have to run it by Mia.  Hell, she might even want to join us…

It was the Saturday after 1st Semester finals at school.  We had one more week of school in December before Winter Break, but everyone knows that week is almost useless.  It also meant no homework to worry about.  A perfect weekend to do this Ski Club trip to Devil’s Moon Ski Lodge and Resort somewhere north of the Wisconsin Dells.  We didn’t have to actually ‘join’ Ski Club, there are no weekly meetings or anything — we just had to sign up to go, talk to the advisor, and fork-over the dough in advance with a signed permission slip.

We’d gone on two day-trips, so far — one to Villa Olivia in Bartlett (with fake snow), and one to Alpine Valley near Milwaukee, and got our skills down.  I’m happy to report that I’m no longer on the Bunny Hill!  The Alpine Valley resort looked like fun to stay at, so we had high hopes for Devil’s Moon.  This being an over-nighter trip would only guarantee that it would be!  Hotel rooms, dinner at the lodge, hot chocolate in front of a roaring fireplace.  At least that’s what Mia and I pictured when we signed up.  We hoped it would be a blast.  How could it not be when we’re with our friends?

The biggest thing, I suppose, was that it’s, like, a $300 trip, with lift tickets, ski rentals, and the lodge room, plus whatever we wanted to spend on food.  Finally, I understood why the various clubs did fundraisers every week in the school cafeteria.  I thought it was just to finance awards and shit.  If we did a bake sale, with overpriced cookies, we could have shaved off some of that cost of the lift tickets.  Every one of us heard it from our parents that this trip was our Christmas present for the year and not to expect anything under the tree.  Except for Conor; his parents would gladly have paid even more to get rid of him for the weekend.

Yeah, Conor was in Ski Club and on our trips.  He’s my friend and probably always will be.  He’s broken up with Lyla, but he wants to ski and have fun like the rest of us.  School can’t deny him just because of him not being a good boyfriend to Lyla.

Johnny and Lyla are together now, finally, and are also on this trip.  They don’t talk to Conor. 

And Kiki was here, too.  Both Akiko Tanaka and her older sister Akari were in Ski Club, and on this trip.  Both Kiki and Kari are former girlfriends of Johnny.  Yes, if you knew that Johnny and Kiki just got together at our little Mystery Date game the day after Thanksgiving, the event where Conor screwed up and he and Lyla broke up, then it might not be a shock to learn Johnny and Kiki barely made it to two weeks.  They broke up right after the Alpine Vally trip.  It was a little weird: Kiki seemed to be okay with it, but her sister Kari was angry that Johnny had taken her little sister’s virginity and then… well, she’s just nuts.

Ski Club uses two of the school’s vans for transport, so we all sat practically on each other’s laps here and back, but that has benefits.  Mia and I were kissing under a blanket, and Ms. T saw us in her rear-view mirror.

“Are you two making out?” she asked over her shoulder.

“No,” my Mia answered, “I only had one stick of gum, so we’re sharing it.”

Ms. T actually looked like she accepted that, but then we heard a grunt from her a minute later.  But she didn’t pull any ‘No PDA!’ rules on us.  Mr. Dambraugh, driving the other van, might’ve.  But since Ms. T likes giving blow jobs to students, I wonder how long she’d been watching us before she called us on it?

Johnny and Lyla were next to us, all curled up in each other like a nest, asleep.  Lyla brought a pillow for this trip.  Smart girl.  It was a four-hour drive or so to the place, plus a washroom-and-McDonald’s stop near Janesville.

When we got to the resort, this Senior boy and me helped take down some skis off the roof rack.  Some doofus came up to us and asked, “So!  Going skiing?” and the Senior boy, Kevin, shot back, “No, I’m playing tennis, but I’m giving myself a handicap.”  This guy cracks me up.

It was a fuckin’ great day on the slopes!  Cloudy in the morning, but then the sun came out and made the snow sparkle so bright, you got those green and red eye thingies from the glare if you weren’t wearing your goggles.  And it was good snow, not the fake stuff.  Now, I’m no champion skier, but I’m a lot better than I was two weeks before.  I’m still too nervous to try a black diamond run, but me and Mia were having fun on the green and the blue runs.  And that’s what this is all about — fun.  I don’t need to break my leg.

This place has some snowboard runs, too, and I definitely want to get some time in there.  Sometimes we see Johnny and Lyla actually skiing; other times we just find them making out in the trees.

Mia and I took the lift up to the top of an easy run to start — always begin with an easy run to get your… I don’t know what to call “sea legs” for skiing.  Snow legs?  Snow shoes?  Snow balls?  Whatever.  I gave her a kiss, fixed my goggles, and told her, “Meet you at the bottom!”

“I’ll be waiting for you,” she challenged me.  She fixed her hat — which looked seriously cute on her, dug in her poles, and jumped into her glide.

I put in my AirPods and started my new playlist.  I wanted something that would sound cool when skiing, some snow music, some action music I could try to swerve to.  YouTube gave me a few options, but a lot of them were light jazz lists for sitting by the fire.  Johnny uses a classical one he gave me, starting with Verdi’s “Winter,” and he downloaded some James Bond skiing-scene music.  I found I like stuff like Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song” from that Thor movie, with the “Aaaaaaaaaaaaah-ahh!” hawk screams, and when I’m going downhill, I try to time those with doing wide swerves.  Then there’s tunes like Massive Attack’s “Angel,” which I love — fuckin’ love! — or something with a dedicated beat like Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” and Wyclef Jean’s “Staying Alive” — the type of stuff I wish was being blasted out on the slopes for everyone to hear instead of just in my head.  But then again, I suppose they don’t do that because of avalanches, if they have avalanches on Wisconsin ski slopes.

Mia was ahead of me, and she kept looking back to see if I was following.  I was waiting for her to wipe out, but she’s good.  Not Silke good — Silke could be in the Winter Olympics for Belgium — but better than me.  Damn, this skiing is addicting!  It’s like flying with your feet on the ground!  I love controlling where I’m going, and I’m getting better at it, and I know I’ll be sore at the end of the day, but it’s such a natural high!

Mia took a wide turn and headed into some thick trees separating our run from another.  I angled and headed there to check on her, make sure she wasn’t hurt.  I didn’t stop too well like I thought I would — you know, a sideways hockey stop that looks cool, but a tree helped me come to a good enough stop.  Yeah, good ol’ tree.  “You okay?” I asked Mia.

She pulled me down.  “Horny,” she said and sucked on my face.  She started rubbing my pants.  I was pretty-well layered, but I’m a guy — we all know how to get our pants open and off real fast when we want to.  She looked right in my eyes with that… look of intent.  “What can we do here?  What can we get away with?”

“Oral’s easy,” I suggested.  I honestly wasn’t hard or anything.  Mostly I was enjoying the adrenaline of skiing, but it must’ve been affecting Mia in a different way.

“Yes!” she cheered and did some quick motions and suddenly I was looking at her bare ass.  “Good idea.  I need this!”

I thought I was offering to take my pants down for a blowjob, but who was I to say ‘no’?  I love eating Mia’s pussy.  I pulled off my gloves and took ahold of her thighs and put my face into her rear and shoved my tongue between her labia.  She found a better angle and moved like she was twerking, helping me get a rhythm.  She had her AirPods in, as well, and might’ve had a good song going.

Conor suddenly appeared at the edge of our trees.  “My turn next?”  I just flipped him off.  I didn’t want to interrupt her pleasure.  “Hey, you guys aren’t as invisible as you think.  Just thought I’d let ya know.”  Then he corrected his position and balance, and headed downhill, again.

I paused, thinking we’d better stop when Mia nearly shouted, “What are you doing?  Don’t stop, I’m almost there!”  So, I went back and attacked her clit.  There was satisfaction for both of us when she started vibrating.  I love to make her cum.

I looked around, and looked out through the trees on both sides of us.  Wasn’t too bad.  A couple people skiing past, but further out on the run, not so close to the trees.  We could get away with it.  I rose onto my knees and shoved my pants down.  I wasn’t truly hard, yet, being bent down while servicing Mia, and I gave myself some strokes to get going.  The cold air was a factor, too, but my cock got hot and hard soon enough.

Mia knew what I was up to.  “That’s it, Rory.  Give it to me.”

I slid my cock head along her cunt, and was about to plunge in when Costa stopped by, followed by Silke.  “You guys… okay?” he asked, then saw our bare asses.  “Oh.”

“We saw Rory head into the trees and stop not so well,” Silke admitted.  “We thought you might have been hurt, but…  We will leave you be.”  Then they, too, headed back downhill.

“Who’s next?” Mia laughed.  She shifted and started putting herself back together, but I stopped her.

“No, I need to get in there,” I said with my teeth clenched, and I stabbed forward.  I held myself inside her for a moment, feeling the difference in temperature, the cold air to her hot pussy feeling like jumping into a hot tub in winter.  I slammed into her a couple more times, but “traffic” was picking up on our run.  I pulled out and put my cock back in my pants. 

Mia pulled her snow pants back up.  “I’ll take care of you soon.  Somewhere more private.”

I helped Mia up.  “Like in some thicker trees?” I joked, pulling my pants up.

“If we can,” she agreed.

We made sure our clothes were tucked and coats were snapped against the cold.  “You remember our picnic fantasy?” I asked.

“From our Mystery Date?  Sure.  Out in the middle of Veterans Park?”  That gleam was still in her eye.

“I would love to do that here,” I said, pointing at the run, at the snow.  “Like at night, with only the glow of the moon and the reflection of all the snow, in the middle of an open snowfield, on a blanket or a long coat.  We’re naked and fucking and can’t hide.”

“I would love that,” she agreed.  Her words were kind of caught in her throat, so I knew she could picture it.  “I so want to make love under the stars.”

We came out of the trees just in time for Johnny and then Lyla to slow down and stop.  “Hey, didn’t see you in there!” Johnny said.  Well, at least someone didn’t see us trying to fuck…

Our day continued, we went to lunch at this one place, went inside to sit and get warm a couple times at this other place, and headed back out.  We were smart and didn’t overdo lunch; we needed calories, but didn’t want to get sick on the slopes.  I joined Conor and Costa on the snowboard terrain park.  We started with our skis, but went to the shop and got snowboards, which was easier to do the tricks with.  I was a pretty good skateboarder, so got to apply that.  I can’t believe we’d never tried this stuff before — other than standing on my sled back home and wiping out going down Sled Hill.  Costa wiped out pretty badly on this one pipe, but no broken bones, thank goodness.  And Conor…?  I swear his head is made of concrete.

Around three o’clock, the sun was already hanging low, and Johnny and I were schussing down this easy, straight run called Moon Beam — all the runs had Devil or Moon names — and slid to a stop near Ms. Tattersall, who was waving a school pennant trying to get our attention.

“What’s up, Ms. T?” Johnny asked.

“Johnny?”

Johnny removed his goggles to assure her he was Johnny, and gave her that winning smile and blue eyes.

“Oh, good,” she said.  “I’ve been…”

Johnny put up a hand and took out his AirPods.  I did the same.  Ms. T snickered.

“I’ve been trying to get someone to come in and help me with check-in and distribute the bags and keys,” she said.  “Would you be willing to give me a hand?”

“Of course we will,” Johnny said, volunteering me.

Ms. T exhaled and visibly relaxed.  “Thank you.  You don’t know how long I’ve been trying to get someone’s attention.  Mr. Dambraugh is somewhere doing Black Diamond runs with the Seniors… and Silke.  My god, that girl…!”

“No worries, Ms. T,” Johnny assured her again.  “Let us put the skis up and we’ll get it done.”

Ms. T had already done all the front desk stuff, but needed us to help unload the bags from the vans onto luggage carts.

“Why do we have to do this?” I asked Johnny as we trundled the carts to the parking lot.  “Why can’t they all just get their bags when we’re done skiing for the afternoon?”

“Don’t know, but the lady has this burned into her mind and needs to get it done,” Johnny assumed.  “Besides, a few brownie points for my Health grade couldn’t hurt.  And especially if we get caught doing the room switch tonight.”

We unloaded the vans and brought the baggage up to the 2nd floor of the lodge.  For the next half-hour, Ms. T opened doors and told us which nametags to find, and we tossed bags onto beds.  We had, I think, eight rooms between us — six for the students, and Ms. T and Mr. D had their own private rooms.

And this is where Ms. T decided on how she was going to thank us for our help, only Johnny decided to be a trooper and took the baggage carts back downstairs, thinking we were all done, then headed back out to find Lyla.  And I got that blowjob.

I took the towrope up to the top of the easy Moon Light run and found Johnny and Lyla.  “You guys will never believe what just happened to me.  And what you missed out on,” I told Johnny.  I was met with expectant faces.  “Ms. T gave me a blowjob for helping her.”

“No fuckin’ way,” Johnny said, not unbelieving, because why would I lie about that.

“She was waiting for you to come back from the elevator, but I guess you took off.”

Johnny rested on his poles in thought.

“Hey,” Lyla shook him, “I can tell you’re thinking about how you can still get in on that.”

Johnny shrugged.  “Yeah…  That’s not a thing that happens to you every day.  But I don’t need that when I’ve got you.”

“Smart answer,” she patted his head.

“Do I tell Mia?” I asked.  “Or just hide it like it never happened ‘cause she’ll get mad?”

“Tell her,” they both said at the same time.

“She might surprise you with her reaction,” Lyla said, “and you don’t want the fire that would rain down if she found out any other way.”

I nodded.  I could see Mia coming up on the tow rope, right then.  Johnny was still deep in thought.

“I wonder if I can use that to guarantee our grades in Health?” he asked Lyla.  She seemed to consider that.

Mia arrived up top.  “I hear you’ve got our keys?” she asked me.  “Let’s head in and change for supper and make the room switch.  It’s getting dark, and I’m beat.”

“Okay, this’ll be our last run today,” Johnny said, and he and Lyla skied off.

I kissed Mia and said, “Honey, you’ll never guess what happened to me, today…”

We sat in the… I don’t know, I’ll call it the fireplace lounge.  I expected to see some poor guy with a broken leg by the fire, drinking some brandy or something, and some girl fawning all over him, but it wasn’t like that.  It was just a couple old people, and then some more old people came in, but not like grandpas, kind of like my parents’ age.  When our school group came in, they gave us the dirtiest looks, like, ‘Here come those young whipper-snappers, making noise, and playing their rock and roll music!”

We didn’t bother them or crowd them by the fireplace, though we did fill the place up — there were twenty of us, after all.  We found the comfy, overstuffed chairs and were going to find something to drink — whatever we could get away with — when a group of our Seniors found a stack of board games in the shelves in the lodge’s ‘library.’  They had the game Life and took one of the larger tables there and started their game.  They didn’t invite us.

Mia and I looked at the remainder of the games.  They were all old editions, not a single brand new one among them.  Probably donations from the desk clerks’ basements.  There was Monopoly, of course — pass!  And two editions of Scrabble, and Sorry, Risk, Stratego, and Battleship.  The classics.   Oh, and there was a standing chess game on a special table where the chessboard was built into the wood to help the place look classy.

Then we saw Clue and had a good laugh, remembering how we played that before.  I looked at the box image and, yes, Miss Scarlett was still hot; different edition than Johnny’s or Lyla’s, but Scarlett was still hot.  Thinking of who was with us, though, I briefly wondered if we could play a game of our ‘sexy’ Clue, using the hotel rooms as each of the Boddy Mansion rooms, but we only had, like, six hotel rooms and… and it just wasn’t going to work.  It would be nice to see a couple of those Senior girls naked, but I had my Mia.

There was another stack of games.  Kid games.  Some of those I hadn’t seen since my 1st Grade classroom toy section.  I called over Conor, and Johnny and Lyla and the others took notice.

“Hey!  Look at these!  Cootie!  Remember that one?  And Don’t Break the Ice!  Don’t Spill the Beans!  Ants in the Pants!  I used to love these!” Conor almost screamed, and pulled all of them off the wall.  The rest of us Sophomores gathered around another table and chose games.

Mr. Dambraugh and Ms. Tattersall came down to supervise us while we were in the lodge, but as we were occupied and not causing too much trouble, they gravitated to the bar and had a drink.  Ms. Tattersall didn’t exactly make eye contact with me.

Mia and Lyla set up Don’t Spill the Beans.  “Are there any sexy rules?” Lyla asked, balancing the bean pot and trying not to spill them.

“Don’t know if we can get away with anything here,” Mia replied.  Kind of unusual for her — I thought she’d try to make a sexy version happen.  But she was right.

Problem with those games is they can get boring real fast.  I mean, when I was six, they must have been a challenge, but once you play them one time now, you’re kind of done.  Except for Don’t Break the Ice — Johnny and I played best of three.

“What should we play for?” I asked him.  “A wager we can pay off in the room, maybe?”

“What?  Loser gets fucked in the ass?” Johnny laughed.  But he said it quietly, so maybe he was serious.  Win or lose, it was good for me, so long as it was with Johnny.

“Or what about a dare?” I said to the ice with a quiet smile on my face.  My memory flashed back to a dare game we played where Conor ran outside naked, clapping his hands, spinning around, shouting, “I do believe in faeries!” three times!  I laughed to myself but Johnny took that as an evil omen.

Johnny started tapping on an ice block.  Briefly, if you don’t know the game, a little plastic man is sitting in the center of thirty-six white cubes, which are held in place a few inches in the air by a blue frame.  You tap at each ice block, one at a time, but if it all collapses and the little man falls to his death, you lose.

“What do you mean?  Like go snow tubing naked?” Johnny asked.

“Like…” I started, trying to think of one.  I saw Ms. T at the bar.  “You have to put on a song and ask Ms. T to dance.  Dip her and go in for a kiss?”

“Oh, you’d like that.  You get the blowjob but all eyes would be on me,” he groaned.

“Take her back to 211 and get your own blowjob,” I said.  I tried to be strategic in tapping an ice cube that would make Johnny lose.

Johnny breathed a sigh, like he was troubled by the suggestion.  “Are you still mad?” he asked me.  “About Mia?”

“No,” I said, honestly.  He was still worried about the trouble he caused between me and Mia and him, but we’d worked that out.  “That’s over.”

“I don’t want any trouble,” Johnny said, tapping carefully.  “I want us to be able to make that room swap tonight.  Me and Lyla haven’t had a chance to get privacy this week, so tonight will be our first time since Clue Day.”

I put my hand on Johnny’s arm and gave it a good shake, a bro shake, a ‘good man.’  “Things are finally all right with the world, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. Now that I’ve got Lyla, I don’t want to let her go.”  Johnny had that smile.  His whole demeanor (vocab word!) changed since Sunday when they got together, finally.  “Have we figured out how to get rid of Jughead, yet?” he asked me.

That was the whole idea behind this overnight trip: to get rid of Costa and Conor in a room swap, and spend the entire night with our girls. The idea was based on Costa and Conor going to the girls’ room next door, and Mia and Lyla coming to ours.  Costa and Silke were good with it, but their room got assigned a girl we didn’t really know as their fourth, so things were still iffy.  Silke knows her from the play she was in — a girl named June — but we can’t force Conor on her.

Conor’s still a part of the group, but he’s been an ass, lately; leering at Lyla, making remarks, hanging on Silke.  Johnny’s gonna hit him again if he starts anything with Lyla, and I’m gonna let him.  And I don’t know if Costa knows about Conor fucking Silke like four times since that first day — he might want to punch him, too.  We’d invited our friends Ava and Lucas to come on this trip, but Lucas was like, ‘If Conor’s going, we’re out,’ and Ava agreed with that.

But now Conor was playing a game of Cootie with Akiko, making her laugh, which turned out to be his chick magnetism.  If they get together, that might be a good thing to get her off of Johnny completely.  I don’t know if he’s doing it to tease Johnny, or if he actually likes her.  Aki is cute, and is definitely available after she and Johnny broke up, so maybe.  Or maybe it’s just for a conquest.  Don’t know.  Costa and Silke were playing Cootie with them, so everything seemed friendly.

I won the two-out-of-three on the Ice game, Johnny making the little man fall and scream pretty early in the third round.  We did the scream out loud — you gotta liven these up!  Maybe the ice wasn’t packed as tight as it could have been.  I’d like to think Johnny tapped the wrong blocks on purpose.

“Another best-of-three for a position to be named later?” Johnny asked — quietly, again.

“How about you have to kiss me in front of the girls?” I challenged him.

Johnny took a moment.  “Maybe,” he said to the ice, but we packed up the game and handed it off to Kiki.  The ice falling is kind of noisy.  Every time the little man fell and we screamed, we got looks from everyone.

Only fifteen minutes had passed since we broke out the games.  Johnny went to find something new, but he came back with something old.  “Battling Tops!  Fuckin’…  My grandpa had this!  Then my uncle took it when…  This is a fucking awesome game!”

I had never seen it, before.  There was a tabletop round blue arena.  Johnny taught me how to wind up these tops with a ripcord and white plastic ‘puller.’  You set your top thingies in one of four battle station gates, and then pulled the ripcords at “Go!”   These things spun like the devil!  Our tops had speed!  And they spun around the arena, and then toward the center and hit each other.  They were battling!  They backed off, and came back and tapped each other again!  They kept smacking until his hit mine, and mine lost speed, and his hit me again, and mine spun out.  It skidded all over the arena and hit his, causing his to wobble and spin out, but I had lost.  But it was fuckin’ cool!

Mia and Lyla immediately forgot their game and wanted to play ours.  There were four battle gates and six tops, so we taught them how to wind the things up.  Mia tried hers to test it, and her ripcord was too loose; her top just fell and the cord didn’t come off.  Lyla’s was good. 

The next time, we all went into battle.  The tops all had names, so Johnny had Super Sam, Mia had Dizzy Dan, and Lyla played Twirling Tim.  There was a Hurricane Hank and a Smarty Smitty, too.  I’d done Smarty Smitty the first time, but he lost, so I chose Tricky Nicky.

“One, two, three, go!” Johnny called, we all pulled our ripcord puller things, and the four tops went into battle!  Now, we had an audience.  Conor’s table came to watch, even the Seniors paused their game of Life to watch.  You could only see the tops’ colors while they spun, so people were cheering “Come on, blue!” or “Oh, no, red!”

“Get him, Super Sam!” Johnny cheered his top.  That was a good top.  Either that or there’s a secret to the way Johnny wound his ripcord.  However, after some good smacks in the center, Lyla’s Twirling Tim wound up the victor, this time.  She bounced up and down, all happy, and she kissed Johnny.  It was good to see.

The next battle, I tried Hurricane Hank, and I pulled so hard on my ripcord thing that Hank popped into the arena and jumped right out onto the table — and he kept spinning!

“You’re out,” Mia decided.

“No, look!  Hank is still spinning!” I tried.

“No.  Doesn’t count,” Johnny said.  “If you throw a wrestler out of the ring, and he just stands there punching seats, he’s not gonna win.”

So, I was out.  Johnny’s Super Sam won.  “This is great.  Should we steal it when we leave?” I asked.

“No.  Don’t do that.  We can find one,” Lyla said.

“Ebay, maybe,” Johnny grumbled, showing Mr. Dambraugh how to wind the tops.  “They don’t make this, anymore.”

Lyla leaned into Mia, and I heard her say, “Christmas present!”  A good idea.

We played two more battles, then gave over the game and table to a couple of the Seniors and Juniors who weren’t playing Life, and to Mr. Dambraugh and Ms. Tattersall.  Mr. Dambraugh won the first battle and the Seniors cheered him, “Damn brah!”  Us Sophomores took a walk out into the night.

It was a pretty clear night, and it was cold, but that meant we could actually see stars up here in Wisconsin.  That, in itself, was worth staying over for.  I don’t know where we were walking to, just… out there, into the darkness.  There was a good moon, so it wasn’t eternal blackness, but the ski hill lights were off, except for the tubing hill.  That was still going on.

Conor was putting himself in-between Johnny and Lyla, as if he didn’t have enough attention from Kiki and Silke.  “We should go tubing!” he pestered Lyla.

I called him back to me.  “What are you doing?  Leave Lyla alone.”

“What?  Maybe I want to get back together,” he shrugged.

“She’s not yours, anymore,” I told him.  I told him like a friend, you know?  He was so clueless.

Out on the open snow, Lyla started spinning, her arms wide.  “Woooo!  I’m Twirling Tim!”  She grabbed Johnny’s hands and made him start spinning, too.  “Come on, Super Sam!  Spin with me!”

And Johnny did.  It was actually kind of nice to see him play, do something he might normally consider foolish.  And it looked fun — I couldn’t help but join in.  I ran at them and called, “Look out, I’m Hurricane Hank!” and my wide-stretched arms hit Johnny’s.

Conor and Costa immediately joined the battle.  “Here comes Tricky Nicky!” Costa shouted.

“I’m Conor!” Conor shouted as he spun in.  He just didn’t get it.

All five of us just spun on the snow, arms out, bashing into each other, wobbling, zooming out and careening back in!  We were the Battling Tops!  Lyla pulled off to the side right away for safety once all us boys were involved.  Of course I couldn’t see us from outside, but from what I imagine as the girls’ point of view, we must’ve looked stupid, but it was fun!  I mean, I got hit in the face a couple of times, but it was fun!

Later, Mia told me Kiki was just staring at us, and grumbled, “Boys…!”  A few of the Seniors came outside, too, heading for the tubing, and that’s when Kari showed up.

We battled over near the frozen pond when we tired out and collapsed.  Johnny was still standing.  Out of breath, but still standing, hands on his knees, smiling at Lyla.  He went down onto the pond and took a good slide.  He was walking/sliding back with his hands out, pointing toward Lyla, I could tell, like he wanted her to come skating with him.

And that’s when it happened.  Kari Tanaka, out of nowhere, picked up some big stone or lawn gnome or something and threw it at Johnny.  “Don’t break the ice!” she called, and laughed.  She didn’t hit him, but it fell just in front of him and broke through.  So, yeah, she was laughing when Johnny disappeared into the freezing cold water under the ice.

All I saw was Johnny, then a pair of raised arms, then nothing.  All I heard was this crunch! then nothing.

Continued in Part 2

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