Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 6, Part 2

Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 6, Part 2
By The Technician

BDSM FFF/F D/s / Mild / Snow / Cold / Another Interlude with no sex.

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Another basically NO REAL SEX INTERLUDE in the story

Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the ninth in this series and continues the adventures of The Three J’s and Sara at Mountain Lodge Resort.

This story might make more sense if you have read the previous days of “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing,” especially “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing Day 6 Part 1.”

Again, there is basically NO SEX IN THIS SEGMENT. This is the second half of what was supposed to be a minor plot and character development. I may turn these stories into a book someday, so I am leaving the section, but putting it in its own segment that you can just skip if you want to.

If you just want the sex skip to Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 6, Part 3. Judy and Julie tell the others what happened in the afternoon and Sara tries to get things back in balance in the red ass cheeks department..

For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild.

If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.
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It was after 7:00 when the snowmobiles came roaring back into the yard. Judy and Julie jumped off and scampered up the steps into the cabin while Ron and Kevin turned the units around and roared back up the hill.

“You’re running really late,” observed Joan and they hurried into the cabin.

“We know! We know!” they both yelled in unison. “We’ll explain everything later.”

“Joan and I have already showered and gotten most of the way ready,” yelled Sara. We will stay out of your way.”

“Yeah,” said Joan to herself. “All I have to do is figure out what I can wear under this skirt.” She was currently standing in an off-white pleated skirt with a bright red blouse above it. She was carefully wiping off a pair of four inch heels that exactly matched the skirt. Beneath the skirt was an equally bright red bottom and nothing else.

Joan had returned to the snow in the back yard several times since she ordered Sara to punish her. Sitting in the snow took away the sting, but sitting anywhere else was brutal. She walked into the living room and looked at herself in the mirror. She fluffed her hair slightly and then turned around, lifted the skirt, and looked at herself in the mirror over her shoulder. The globes of her ass were red and swollen with dark purple splotches starting to form right on her “sit spot.”

Sara came into the room. “I should have stopped after 25,” she said. “I knew you had been punished enough, but you said ten every ten minutes for two and a half hours, so I kept going.” She hung her head and lifted up her eye at Joan like a small child caught by a parent. “Besides, for each of those ten minutes, I was riding the Sybian up to the heights of heaven.”

She sighed and stepped forward with her hand held out. Joan didn’t quite catch what she said at first, but as Sara placed something in her palm, she said “These will help take away the pain. They are left over from when I screwed up my back last summer. They are really powerful, but NO alcohol. Without any alcohol, these things will get your buzz on, but with even one drink, not only will it totally blotto you, it can kill you.”

Joan took the two pills and walked back into the kitchen for some water. After taking the pills, she went over to the stairway to the basement. “I’m going to go downstairs for a few minutes and sit on an ice pack,” she told Sara as she started down the steps.

“Take a towel with you,’ said Sara, as she started down the steps. “Or you will get that skirt wet when you put it back on.”

“Got it covered,” answered Joan.

Joan entered the basement area, took off her skirt and draped it over the couch, and then, naked from the waist down, went outside through the doorway under the deck. She walked a little ways out into the snow and sat down. There were several other depressions in the snow nearby where she had “sat on an ice pack” earlier in the day. Unlike Sara, the icy feel of the snow was not pleasurable to her, but it did temporarily kill the pain and was definitely helping to control the swelling.

As she sat in the snow, she could feel the pills beginning to take effect. She could also feel the snow melting between her legs and becoming slightly slushy against her and pushing further up into her ass cheeks and the cleft of her sex. “Sara would really like that,” she said to herself, “but I am starting to get uncomfortable.” With that she got up and went back into the basement.

Joan dried herself with the towel she had taken into the basement earlier, and stood around for a few minutes making sure that she was totally dry before she put her skirt back on and went back upstairs. As she climbed the stairs, she felt slightly light headed, almost dizzy. “Whoa,” she thought to herself. These pills are good stuff. It’s a wonder that Sara didn’t share them earlier.”

When she got back upstairs, Sara was holding a bag with four sets of heels in it, and a small clutch handbag. She called out, “Judy and Julie are almost ready. Julie used her remote starter thingy so the car is warming up. We won’t have to wear coats for the few minutes up to the lodge.” She then looked over at Joan and asked, “Are you carrying a purse, or do you want me to keep that extra pain pill in mine?”

“Extra?” asked Joan.

“Didn’t you hear me tell you ‘One for now, one for later.’?”

“Oops,” said Joan with a slight giggle.

“Definitely no alcohol,” replied Sara. “I’ll put my bottle of pills in my purse, but I don’t think feeling pain is going to be your problem tonight. You are so ‘not feeling any pain’ right now.”

Judy called out from the front door, “Time to go. We said we would meet them at the entrance to the lodge at 7:45.”

The four girls hurried down the front steps and into the car. Since it was Julie’s dad’s car, she drove. When they got to the lodge, the parking lot was fairly full and they had to park a little ways from the door. “Good thing we didn’t just stay barefoot,” said Julie, looking at the thin layer of snow covering the parking area.

“What do you mean, we?” answered Sara. Joan, Judy and Julie were wearing tennis shoes. Sara got out of the car barefooted. Ron and Kevin were waiting for them just inside the door.

Noticing the bag that Sara was carrying, Kevin said, “I was only joking about carrying your heels in a bag. The tennis shoes would have been OK.” After a withering glare from The Three J’s and Sara, he turned to Ron and muttered, “Women…..”

Ron just smiled and held out his hand for Judy. “Sara, you can check that bag with the tennis shoes in it at the coat check.” Seeing that there were only three pairs of shoes in the bag, he added, “Did somebody forget something?”

“Oh, somebody definitely forgot something,” answered Sara with one of her lopsided grins. “It was windy in the parking lot,” she added and grinned over at Joan who suddenly turned just a few shades less red than her blouse. “But I,” continued Sara, “intentionally left my tennies down at the cabin so there are only three pairs to check.”

As she walked over to the coat check, Ron and Kevin turned toward each other and raised their eyebrows. Kevin asked, “Do you have any idea what she is talking about?”

“I don’t think I want to know,” answered Ron.

Together they both muttered, “Women…”

The main hall of the lodge had been set up for a banquet and it was packed. “How did they get so many people invited is so short a time?” asked Judy.

“Mr Montrose invited them,” answered Ron. “There is a picture of his father over the fireplace. They are the family that donated most of this mountain to the state for a park and backed the building of the resort. Big money… old money.”

“And people just came?” asked Julie.

“There was an announcement taken to all the rooms and cabins saying that Mr Montrose wanted to celebrate the reopening of the resort after the storm and was inviting everyone to a free banquet at the lodge at 8:00 pm.” answered Kevin.

“Free food… free booze,” added Ron. “That will pull in a crowd every time its tried. We really need to get to our seats.”

They had just gotten themselves seated when the wait staff swarmed among the tables. There was a choice of several entree’s and several different choices for wine. When Joan started to order a glass of wine, Sara cut in with “No alcohol tonight for Joan. She is already feeling no pain from some pain pills that you can’t mix with alcohol.”

“Forgot,” said Joan. “I guess it’s water or 7up for me tonight.”

“Why the pain pills?” asked Ron.

“It’s nothing,” explained Sara. “Besides, it’s all behind her now.”

Joan shot a very stern stare at Sara.

Kevin started to ask something else, but Ron gave him a quick look indicating that they should shut up while they were ahead.

Following the meal, everyone sat around talking for a while until someone approached the microphone at the head table and asked for everyone’s attention. “That’s the idiot from the car,” said Ron.

Kevin looked back and forth between Ron and the man at the microphone, “Isn’t that Mr. Montrose?” he finally asked.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the speaker began. “Some of you may recognize me, or may note the strong family resemblance to my father whose portrait hangs over the main fireplace here in the lodge. And I think that all of you heard what happened the other day. So…. half of you are probably thinking ‘How can anyone that rich be that stupid?’ And the other half are probably asking yourself, ‘How can anyone that stupid be that lucky.'”

He looked out over the crowd and made a hand gesture pointing to several of the tables in the front. “I am here tonight because of these people,” he continued. “I did something extremely stupid and extremely dangerous. I didn’t know how stupid it was until my go-anywhere-at- anytime all wheel drive SUV bogged down in the snow. I didn’t know how dangerous it was until an avalanche tumbled that 8000 lb SUV down the mountain like it was an acorn. I am very rich, but I did what I did because I was an idiot, and my family and I are alive because we were lucky enough to have these people in our world.”

He paused to look once again at the tables. “One man… and then eight more, came out to rescue us from my idiocy. They knew how stupid it was to be on that road. They knew how dangerous it was to be there. And yet they came out to where an idiot had buried an SUV on a closed road. They didn’t do what they did because they were idiots; they did what they did because they were heros. I don’t know who said it, but I read it on a plaque somewhere, ‘A hero is just a person who is brave enough to do their duty when duty calls.’ This idiot… this very rich idiot would like to thank you heros for bravely doing your duty.”

He held up several envelopes in his hands. “For the county plow driver, Mr Harold Watson… for the state rescue workers, Mr David Long and Mr Robert Watson – cousin of Harold’s…. for the county rescue workers, Mr Wyat Thompson, Mr Larry Michelson, Mr William Polk, and MISS Shirley Jones… and especially for Snow Rescue EMTs Ron Jeffry and Kevin James, I have, in each of these envelopes, a certified check for $250,000. The taxes are all taken care of and if there are any problems, the card for my lawyer is also in there. Just call them. They will straighten everything out. My people will get with you in a little while and explain how this all will work.”

“In addition,” he continued, “I have arranged for a ‘meritorious admission’ to Harvard School of Medicine for Ron and Kevin who are both pre-med students here at the local college.” He turned and addressed them directly. “Or if you would rather go to Stanford or Johns Hopkins, I can arrange that also.” He smiled out at the crowd. “There are some advantages of being a billionaire, even if you are an idiot billionaire.”

Seeing their looks of shock, he went on. “I’ve checked you two out. Your grades are more than adequate, but schools like that also need a little push from above to get you in. Or, if you would rather go somewhere else, just let my people know. There are still a few medical schools in the country that don’t have a building named for my family.”

Kevin and Ron just stared at each other with open mouths. “And don’t worry about tuition and books and that stuff. All you have to worry about is your living expenses, I will pay the rest.”

He then turned back to the crowd and said, “I’ve always wanted to do something great in my life, but I am too much of a rich, spoiled, self-centered idiot to ever do much except manage money my great-great-grandfather made back in the old days. But these two have already shown that they are willing to give their lives for others. They will make great doctors, and giving the world two great doctors like them may be my only way to bring greatness into the world.”

There was a tremendous round of applause, after which Mr Montrose concluded, “Enjoy your dinner and sleep well tonight knowing that there are heros among you.”

Ron and Judy, Kevin and Julie, Joan and Sara sat talking excitedly among themselves until two men in dark suits came over and bent down to speak with Ron and Kevin. “I’m sorry Judy,” Ron said. “We’ve got some legal papers to sign and then the lodge wants us to do interviews with the local news media. I think they said something about a news conference tomorrow morning, so it looks like we are stuck up here tonight.”

Kevin took Julie’s hand. “We’re back on duty at the aid station tomorrow morning, so you four are on your own tonight and most of tomorrow. Why don’t we meet you back at the cabin for supper. I might use some of my new-found wealth and get some pizzas delivered from town.”

Ron asked, “Will you girls be OK on your own tonight?”

“We will be more than OK,” they said in chorus, “We will be fine… mighty fine.” Their laughter caused people at several surrounding tables to look over wondering what was going on.

Kevin kissed Julie lightly on the lips and Ron gave Judy a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you tomorrow night,” they both said as they accompanied Mr Montrose’s “people” back into the office area.

“Shall we go?” asked Julie.

The four of the got up from the table and started toward the door. “I’ll go get your tennis shoes from coat check,” said Sara. “Unless you want to walk barefoot with me across the snow in the parking lot.”

“I’d rather sit bare assed in the snow at the edge of the parking lot,” answered Joan. “But I think I will wait until we get home to get bare assed naked.”

“You’re already bare assed under that skirt,” said Sara. “Like I said, it was windy in the parking lot. Half the people here know that you are bare assed under that skirt.”

“I didn’t hear you say to take only one pill,” said Joan, her face turning red. “It kind made me loopy.”

“Oh, that explains a lot,” said Julie.

“What do you mean?” asked Joan.

“I think she is referring to the fact that you were stroking my breast and legs most of the night.” answered Sara. “Those who didn’t know you were bare assed, know you have a girl friend.”

“I don’t have a girl friend,” said Joan, standing up very straight. “I have a fiancee.”

“That makes three of us,” replied Judy.

“I think we have a lot to talk about when we get back to the cabin,” said Sara.

Judy, Julie, and Joan handed their heels back to Sara to put in the bag which already held hers. She handed them back their tennis shoes, Joan refused saying, “Put them back in the bag. I’ll barefoot it with you. Maybe some of that cold will work its way up to my bare ass and cool things off a little.”

Sara stuck her tongue out at an older woman standing nearby who had overheard them and was looking at them with an obvious expression of shock and disgust on her face. Then taking Joan’s hand they walked out into the parking lot together.

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END OF DAY SIX, PART 2

There is one more episode after Day 6 in
“The Three J’s and an S Go Skiing”
The saga will hopefully continue.
Sara has already talked about wanting to go to Mardi Gras sometime,
And Joan’s dad thinks it would be a good idea
for the girls to have “real jobs” over the summer.
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