The Price of Innocence
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"I can't see anything!" Ann screamed in a feeble attempt to be heard above the howling wind. She tried vainly to scrape the snow from her brand new ski goggles, but new flakes instantly replaced the old.
"Don't let go of my hand," shouted Kathy. "From the ski lift, I know I saw a cabin or something in this direction. Just don't let go or we might get separated."
Last Friday had started just like any First Baptist Church mid-winter ski trip for the high school seniors in the youth group. Meet at the church. Kiss and hug all the parents good-bye. Take the long bus ride to the mountains, sleeping most of the way. Hit the slopes for four days of fun. All that had changed in an instant and now six teens along with one of their adult counselors were clinging to each other in the midst of a sudden blizzard that came roaring over the mountain without warning. Skis had been abandoned and hopes were not far behind.
"We'll never find anything in all this snow. I can't see a foot in front of my face," cried Frannie, "and I can't walk in these ski boots. And, the snow is getting deeper. And... this is just terrible."
"Just keep moving!" shouted Kathy, trying to assert her leadership as counselor even though she was terrified. "Listen everyone, if we stop, the snow will pile up around us and we will freeze to death. Just keep going downhill!" Her heavy ski boots felt like concrete blocks. Almost unbearable pain throbbed from her shins to her toes.
Hopelessly, the little band forced their way through the deepening snow. Giant flakes that seemed to be traveling horizontally stung their faces. Jon held a hand full of Frannie's sleeve on one side while clinging to Alex's belt on the other. The bitter cold already had numbed both his hands through his gloves. Tiny daggers stabbed his fingers when he renewed his grip on Frannie.
"God, don't let us die," prayed Frannie. That prayer was echoed by the rest of the group.
All experienced skiers, the group had taken the long trek from the highest lift over to a "double black diamond" wilderness bowl on the backside of the mountain. When the storm first hit they had attempted to head in the general direction of the ski area's base, but a precipitous cliff forced them in a different direction. Now they had no idea where they were going, except down some mountainside. For what seemed like hours, they trudged through the whirling flakes. Desperation began to grip them all.
"I'm can't go much longer," Ann cried. "I'm soooo cold!"
Just then a dark shape appeared out of nowhere and loomed in front of them.
"Something is right over there. I can see it," shouted Jon. "It's a big rock or something, but the snow is so deep I can barely move toward it."
"It's a building!" whooped Larry. "Prayer does work!"
The seven dug frantically through the drifting snow in order to get closer to the little structure. Snow already covered most of the front of the building, including the door.
"Snow is piled against the door. We won't be able to open it," shrieked Ann.
"There's a window on the side," cried Alex.
The teens fought their way to the side of the cabin, forced open the small window, and spilled one after another inside. For a long moment, all seven simply sat unmoving and exhausted. Slowly they became aware of their surroundings.
"Here's an old candle. Someone find a match."
"I have a lighter," said Jon.
Kathy was about to ask why Jon had a lighter, but decided to let it go. Smoking was not allowed on church trips, but that restriction didn't seem very important at the moment. They had found shelter. Now they needed warmth.
Jon lit the stub of a candle and suddenly the dark room came alive with dancing shadows. The group found themselves in an abandoned miner's cabin that had been stripped of pretty much everything. A few boxes and chairs were scattered around. There was a well-used table in the center of the room. A large stone fireplace dominated one wall. A cabinet with a rusty old padlock hopelessly trying to protect its contents was on one side of the fireplace; a doorway was on the other side. The howling wind literally shook the entire structure.
"Close that window. It is freezing in here. Let get a fire going in the fireplace." Kathy issued the orders. The others reacted without the usual teenage resistance.
The sacrifice of some of the broken furniture and other bits of wood soon led to a roaring fire in the fireplace. All six exhausted teens and their leader huddled in front of the fire trying desperately to get warm. They were a pitiful looking lot.
The teenagers attended the same high school and church. All came from traditional, church-going families and each had been sheltered by conservatism for most of their lives. They were six bright-eyed, freshly washed, very na-ve kids who now had been plunged into a life-threatening adventure.
Of the students, nineteen-year-old Alex was the oldest. He was a star high school football player and had the looks to match... tall, muscular, handsome... a square jawed young man with dark bedroom eyes. To say he was popular with girls greatly understated the issue.
Seated next to Alex was his best friend, Jon, the group's rebellious one. Jon drove the church counselors crazy by asking just the wrong theological questions at the most inopportune moments. Jon's long hair, pierced ear, and very quick mind were constant sources of irritation at church. Now Jon busied himself by scrapping wax away from the bright candle's old wick.
The third boy sat nearest the fire in his typical silence. Lawrence, who everyone called Larry except for his parents, was the group's nerd. His unstylish glasses and skinny body screamed nerd before he ever opened his mouth. When he did speak, his nerdness was immediately confirmed.
Three girls clutched one another and shivered as one. All were popular members of the senior class, all were eighteen, and all were attractive in different ways. Ann was the tallest, the most voluptuous, and the smartest. She had long curly auburn hair and the firm body of an athlete. As a child she had aspired to be a dancer or a gymnast, but puberty had dashed those hopes by providing her with very large breasts. Post chest development, she had turned to soccer and volleyball and had lettered in both.
Everyone always described Frannie as cute. She longed for someone to just once call her beautiful, but that never happened. She was skinny and slight of build with short blond hair and perky little boobs. A giant smile and bright white teeth, neither of which showed at the moment, dominated her face. She came from a wealthy family, so she also was the fashion pace setter for the entire school.
Susan was the quiet one. She was the pastor's daughter, so all of her life she had been expected to be on her best behavior, something that she secretly resented. She did not consider herself very attractive, but during her junior year she had really matured, and, her beauty had emerged like a butterfly from a cocoon. Everyone had noticed it, except her. She had a glamour model's figure, but didn't fully realize that she did. Most of the girls envied her for being sexy, but Susan hardly noticed.
Kathy was one of the "adult" sponsor/counselors for the ski trip although she was only 23 years old. She had agreed to be a youth group sponsor mainly because she did not have much of a social life and she enjoyed being around the kids, especially the older seniors. Kathy had suffered terrible acne as a teen and still had the facial scars to prove it. She had become terribly self-conscious as a result. Hanging out with the younger group freed her from having to deal with dating, going out, being hit on, and all the other uncomfortable things that accompany relationships with men. She had looked forward to this ski get away, but now she wished that she could be anywhere else. Being trapped along with six cold, tired young people in a tiny cabin that was rapidly being covered over with snow was not her idea of fun. There was no food or water, little fuel for the fire, and no one knew where they were. The storm raged on outside. Fear gripped them all inside.
Slowly the room began to warm a bit and reality set in.
"I'm wringing wet," sighed Jon. "I guess we all are. We looked like a bunch of snowmen when we came in that window. Now all the melted snow and the sweat from the hard hike have me soaked to the skin."
Jon glanced at their window entrance and realized that light no longer came through it because the entire side of the cabin was completely covered with thick snow. Frannie saw it too and began to weep quietly while the rest simply stared at the fire.
"You are right, Jon," said Kathy. "We had better get dried out or these clothes won't be able to hold in our body heat. From the looks of things, we are going to need warm, dry clothes to get out of here." Kathy tried to be strong, but a quiver in her voice revealed her fear.
Kathy removed her ski jacket, and then tugged off her bulky, very damp wool sweater. Her silky long underwear seemed to be all that covered her firm breasts. Bumps in the soft fabric hinted at where her nipples pressed underneath. Sheepish looks were passed between the teens, each of which looked alternately at the floor and at Kathy's tits. Kathy was in the midst of removing her ski pants when she sensed their discomfort.
"Hey, you guys. Your choice is let your clothes dry out or stay miserably cold." As she spoke Kathy tried to nonchalantly cover the tips of her breasts with her arm. She realized too late that without a bra on, the kids could see more than she intended. The dampness made her underwear cling. Except for the popping, sputtering fire, an uneasy quiet settled over the room. Their group's conservative backgrounds had not prepared them for this moment at all.
Finally Jon broke the silence. "I'm with you," said Jon. His response seemed to ease the tension a bit. Jon quickly doffed his heavy coat, sweater, and bibs. He backed up to the warm fire wearing only long thermal underwear.
The others looked at each other guiltily and grinned. Frannie, who had held her head down trying to hide her tears, now looked up only to realize that Jon's crotch was inches away from her face and was bulging. Involuntarily, her eyes grew wide with surprise and everyone saw her expression. Giggles erupted from the group.
"Whut?" said Jon. He was unaware that he was the source of the giggles. Instead he frantically rubbed his arms trying to dry the soft fabric.
"Shut up, you guys," shouted Frannie. "This is bad enough as it is."
Without a word, Ann and Alex began to follow suit. Heavy coats landed in a pile on the table. Ann paused for a moment, then sat down and wiggled out of her tight ski pants. Her long floral underwear clung to every curve, a sight that didn't go unnoticed by all three guys. Ann carefully placed her pants over a chair by the fire. The clingy silk revealed every subtlety of her round ass and a hint of her pubis. She crossed her arms in front of her and pulled the bottom of her sweater over her head. Eyes widened again when Ann's ample breasts came into view encased in her long underwear top. Erect nipples were clearly visible perched on the end of each breast.
Larry stared until Ann caught him in the act.
"Take a picture, why don't you, Larry!" Ann clutched her arms over her breasts and turned away. Larry mumbled something incomprehensible.
Kathy interrupted the potential confrontation. "Hey, we are in serious trouble here. Can we be a little more mature about this? I don't know how long we will be trapped here. I don't know when and how we will be able to get out. So, we need to make the best of this and do the smart thing. Catching pneumonia is not smart. So, show a little respect while we all get dry."
Alex had the least fancy ski apparel of the group--a big, heavy, but ordinary coat and jeans--so, he had to struggle to get all the wet layers off, including his prized "They Might Be Giants" tee shirt. He finally succeeded in getting down to his long johns and took his place by the fire.
Frannie sighed and stood up. "Don't look you guys." When she finished undressing, her cute pink thermal underwear protected her modesty, but still her face burned.
Susan and Larry sat very still both looking at the floor.
"What's up with you two?" Jon finally asked. "Hey, it's just long underwear for crying out loud. You show much more every summer at the beach."
"I don't have on long underwear," whispered Susan.
"Me neither," said Larry with a certain relief that he wasn't the only one in such a condition.
"Well suit yourselves, but I feel better already," said Alex.
"You guys turn around," said Susan. Dutifully the three boys turned their backs, but an old mirror on the wall presented a hazy version of the scene behind them.
Susan quickly took off her clothes layer by layer. She glanced to see if the guys were looking just before she pulled off her last vestige of modesty, her sweater. Underneath a soft, purple bra tried in vain to contain her bullet-shaped breasts. All three guys squinted with great interest at the mirror trying to bring the smoky reflection into better focus. Susan took Alex's tee shirt from the chair and held it very close to the fire switching quickly from back to front several times in an attempt to dry it as best she could. After a long moment, she slipped the damp, yet warm garment over her head.
"Ok, you can turn around," she said. Just then she spotted the mirror with all the boy's reflections. "Uh-oh," she muttered as she quickly sat down. All her blood seemed to rush to her face. Nonetheless, she did feel better in her shorts, long knee socks, and Alex's tee shirt. She slung her coat back over her shoulders and tried not t make eye contact with any of the guys.
The view of Susan in her bra brought three dicks to attention immediately. Jon quickly sat down. He casually held his hand in front of his hardening dick. The move did not escape Ann's watchful eye. She looked at Frannie and widened her eyes knowingly.
"If one of you laugh at me, I am going outside even if I freeze to death," said Larry. He obviously was very serious and very distressed.
"We won't laugh... we promise," said Frannie. The others nodded and mumbled their concurrence.
Larry removed his clothes, piece by piece. Finally, he turned away and took off his soggy pants. Underneath were boxers with bright orange smiley faces all over them. He sat down quickly and waited for a response.
First, there was silence. Then a snicker. Then the room erupted with gales of laughter. Even Larry began to laugh.
Afternoon became evening and still the storm raged.
Kathy moved around the room gathering bits of wood. Eyes followed her every move as her braless breasts gently moved under the soft fabric of her top. The fire cast an orange glow over everyone in the room. Kathy noticed all the roving eyes darting in her direction. Deep down inside she enjoyed the attention. That, plus the cold drafts, kept her braless nipples hard. The three guys peeked as often as they could. The girls exchanged knowing glances as well.
Tossing a fresh batch of wood on the fire, Kathy announced. "I know its still pretty early, but I am exhausted, so I'm going to try to get a little sleep. I suggest that all of you do the same. We all need to sleep near the fire. To keep the body heat in, we all should cuddle together too." Kathy began to shake out her still damp sweater and shape it into a pillow. Again, knowing looks were exchanged as the notion of sleeping cuddled together began to sink in the na-ve teens' minds. Gradually everyone began making preparations for sleep. Jackets became coverlets and other clothes became pillows.
"Ok, everyone snuggle together and, if the inside of your coat is sort of dry, you need to share it with the next person," said Kathy. She stretched out on the floor and turned on her side, her back toward the group. Alex was sitting next to her so he obliged and lay down beside her.
"I'm not cuddling up to Larry," said Jon with authority. He moved over and slid in between Ann and Frannie, both of whom giggled uncomfortably.
"Get closer everyone... we have to preserve the heat," advised Kathy. She moved toward the center while Larry pushed from the other side. Now the seven lay tightly together on the floor of the small cabin trying to get under the few coats that were moderately dry.
"This is... ah... a different experience," giggled Ann.
Kathy pushed further back against Alex, but this time she was surprised to feel his semi-erect dick pressing against her ass. Alex pulled back instantly, but too late to avoid Kathy's recognition. Involuntarily, a tingle of excitement surged through her.
"God, forgive me for having sinful thoughts right now... and forgive Alex too," Kathy prayed to herself. Still her pussy began to ache and her breathing became labored.
Alex had felt Kathy's exquisite ass against his dick and now he was rock hard. He tried to keep his stiff rod from touching her again, but being near her womanly softness was extraordinarily exciting to him. His face was inches from Kathy's delicate neck. He could see every little hair and freckle. He could smell her perfume. He moved as close as he dared without being obvious about his desire to be near her.
Frannie turned over and pressed against his back. She gently rested one hand on his shoulder. Her simple touch felt wonderful. "I won't be getting much rest tonight," Alex thought. "I'll be too horny to fall asleep."
Jon lay on his back. He had thrown his heavy ski jacket over both he and Ann. She had to move closer in order to fit under the coat. Now he could feel her breath against his cheek. He too was rock hard.
Susan cuddled between Ann and Larry. Larry's back was against hers. That seemed innocent enough and provided enough warmth for her to drift into slumber at once. After a moment or two of getting as comfortable as possible, exhaustion took its toll and one after another the teens drifted off to sleep.
Alex, however, stayed wide-awake. He waited and listened as more and more purrs and soft snores began to emerge from the group. He strained to hear or feel any sign that Kathy was among those who had dozed off. His senses were on high alert. He snuggled a bit closer to her and she, in turn, pressed back against him. Now Alex was afraid to move. Every nerve was alive and monitoring the sensations of Kathy against him. He waited and waited for her sleep to become apparent.
Jon extended his arm over his head and Ann responded by putting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and tucked the coat around her neck. "Thanks," Ann whispered. Jon could feel her lips move on his neck. The sensation sent energy zooming from his neck to his cock. He could smell the soft fragrance of Ann's hair. He nestled closer to her and tried to relax.
Suddenly, Frannie turned away from Alex to seek a more comfortable position on the hard floor. By accident, she dragged her hand across Jon's crotch. There was no mistaking that what she touched was his erect cock.
"Oops, sorry," whispered Frannie. Her face now burned with the recognition of what she had done. She had never seen or touched a penis before, but she knew instantly what it was. "Oh, my god, Jon is... is... sexually excited," she thought to herself. "I wonder what caused that. Me, maybe?" She tingled at the thought.
Had he not been so surprised, Jon might have actually ejaculated at Frannie's touch. He longed to give his dick a good yanking, but instead he lay very still savoring the moment.
Alex sensed that Kathy's breathing had become deep and regular. Finally he steeled his courage and took the big chance. Slowly he moved his hand forward, rested it on Kathy's waist, and then waited for her to react. She didn't move. Alex moved closer to Kathy until his dick almost touched her again. Still she did not move. Alex pretended to be asleep. He even feigned snoring as convincingly as possible. Ever so slowly he moved his hand up until it touched the under side of Kathy's left breast. He froze waiting for Kathy to react, but still she was motionless. Alex could feel Kathy's nipple pressing in the palm of his hand through the silky fabric of her underwear. Just as slowly, he moved his hand until his fingers rested around the end of her soft full breast.
Alex thought, "She has to be fast asleep or she would have reacted by now." He was prepared to act as if he had no idea where he was touching. Now he savored the experience. He was actually touching a woman's breast. It was magic.
Kathy's eyes had sprung open when Alex put his hand on her waist. She had started to react, but didn't exactly know how. Now Alex's hand had gone where no other man's had gone before. Alex's fingers seemed to create electrical charges that started in her breast and ended in her pussy. "How can something that feels so good be so wrong, sinful, immoral!" she thought. She felt deeply guilty, but somehow was compelled to remain very still so that he wouldn't stop touching her.
Ann snored quietly into Jon's ear. His arm had begun to hurt a bit, but he didn't want her to move, so he tried to endure the ache. He straightened his arm and let it fall across Susan. At once, he knew that her soft breast was pushing against the back of his hand. Ann stirred in her sleep and moved closer to him placing her hand on his stomach. Her hand rested inches away from his aching cock. He tried to move higher to no avail. Susan felt Jon's hand, thought little of it, and moved it away. She turned over and found herself face to face with Larry. She smiled and closed her eyes. Larry watched her sleep. He had never been so close to a girl before.
Alex moved his hand over to explore Kathy's other tit. Kathy now burned with desire. She pretended to stir in her sleep and shoved her ass backwards. Again, a hard cock pressed against her and this time it didn't move. Alex almost came in his pants. He moved his hand down Kathy's supple body. Suddenly, Kathy could not stand it anymore. She moaned. Alex quickly pulled both his hand and his dick away. Flames of desire that would not be easily extinguished burned in both of them.
After a long while, restless sleep overtook them all.
Larry awoke with an enormous urge to pee and a major piss hard on. He peeped at the others. Everyone seemed to be sleeping soundly. He silently arose and sought a path toward the small door to the left of the fireplace. The bathroom was a primitive one-hole box over a septic tank, but at least it was attached to the cabin, albeit by a screened breezeway now covered over with snow. When he stood up, Larry's dick pushed its way through the fly in his boxers and emerged in all its glory. He grabbed his long, painfully hard cock and began to shove it back in his shorts. Frannie opened her eyes just in time to see Larry standing there with dick in hand. Last night she had felt her first penis, now she was seeing her first. Frannie quickly closed her eyes, but not quickly enough. Larry saw her. Red faced, he headed for the john.
Overhead, the wind howled even more furiously than before. The snow that covered the cabin made day indistinguishable from night. Larry emerged from the small doorway, freezing from the experience. He began to gather more wood for the fire. The snapping of old wooden furniture pieces and the popping, crackling new fire caused the entire group to awaken. Slowly they untangled themselves. Storms raged outside and now hormones raged inside.
The last to move were Kathy and Alex. They were snuggled together like sleeping lovers, a position that did not go unnoticed by the rest of the gang. Kathy awoke and immediately realized how bad their posture looked. She quickly extricated herself from Alex's embrace and hopped over to the fire. Kathy had spent a restless night struggling with the sexual turmoil within her. Alex's experimental touches had inflamed her. She had not had feelings this powerful before. Yet, her religious upbringing made her feel extremely guilty.
Ann and Jon also awoke in a close embrace. They looked at each other and smiled. Both felt a clear signal of interest from the other.
Susan felt Ann move and said, "Hey, you are letting the cold air in." Ann and Jon relinquished Jon's big coat to her and she became a small ball under it.
"I can't believe that the storm is still going on outside. Now I don't even know if it is day or night," sighed Frannie. "We are going to starve to death in here, aren't we?" Frannie was dead serious. Her voice cracked and tears welled up in her eyes.
"No, we are not going to starve," answered Kathy. "We may get a little hungry until we get out of here, but all of us are healthy and fine. We'll wait for the storm to stop, dig our way out, and hike back to the ski area. Hiking in ski boots will be bad, but we'll make it. So, stop worrying. Get your mind off the bad stuff. Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we play a game or sing a song or something... we need to pass the time... and we need to help Frannie stay happy until the storm is over."
"How can we play games with no Nintendo?" asked Larry innocently.
Kathy rolled her eyes. "How about using a little imagination?" she sighed.
By now, the fire was roaring again and the room had become much warmer. Kathy had slipped on her sweater, as had Susan, and Larry had covered his hilarious boxers with his ski pants. The rest, however, still lounged around in their long underwear. The long johns to everyone's greater comfort were much less clingy when dry. Some still wet clothes hung on nails and hooks all around the small room. The fire warmed both their bodies and their spirits.
"I wonder what's in that cabinet with the lock on it?" said Larry. Without waiting for confirmation or permission, he took a piece of scrap wood and struck the lock with one blow. The rusty old lock relinquished its tired grip. Larry swung open the doors and peered inside as if he had just opened an ancient Egyptian crypt. To his dismay, only a few sparse dust-covered items were revealed. "Hey guys, look at this."
Larry dragged out few pots and pans, a weather beaten deck of cards, and an old Chinese checkers set in a dilapidated box. Then he spotted the reason for the lock-two dusty bottles of bourbon whiskey with seals intact.
"It's party time!" exclaimed Jon. "I mean... ah... breakfast time. I have a candy bar to share... anyone?" He quickly peeked at Kathy who returned his glance with a stern look.
Larry brushed the dust off the labels of the old bottles. "They are still full. I wonder if this stuff is still good." Larry paused, then mused, "Does whiskey spoil?"
"Like someone in this group would know?" laughed Susan.
Jon opened the Chinese checkers box and marbles poured out on the floor in all directions. He grabbed a hand full, thought for a moment, and a sly grin appeared on his face.
"Imagination you say, Kathy?" said Jon. "Ok, here's an imaginative game that will pass the time. I put five black marbles and two white marbles into this ski cap. Everyone draws a marble without looking. The two people who draw the white marbles either have to kiss one another or take a swig of that bourbon."
Kathy's eyes widened. "Wait, that doesn't... I mean we can't... I don't think, well... that wouldn't... no," Kathy sputtered. Her words simply would not coalesce into sentences.
"Kathy, you were the one who suggested a game." Jon spun the bottle on the floor. "Anyway, a little of this stuff will help warm us up. And, what's a little kiss among people in their underwear who just slept together?"
Mouths dropped open all around at the realization of Jon's words. Hands crossed over bosoms and eyebrows raised as a wave of guilt swept through them.
"It wasn't exactly sleeping together as such... we... ah..." Kathy's words faded away as she decided to leave well enough alone. Alex's touch still lingered in her mind. "Jon mentioned seven marbles. That means that he expects me to play this kissing game too. Father forgive me," she thought as she looked at Alex's handsome face and full lips realizing how much she wanted his kisses and his caresses.
"If you can talk the others into this, then fine," said Kathy finally. "But, this stays on the mountain. Everyone understand? This doesn't get talked about back home." Nods and wide-eyed expressions came from everyone. The room filled once again with tension.
The hat was passed and Jon and Ann drew the white marbles. Jon had been thinking about kissing Ann all night. Ann smiled and leaned toward Jon, but instead of giving her a little peck, as she expected, Jon kissed her fervently while holding her face in his hands. Ann's breathing immediately quickened. A chorus of "oooo's" came from those watching.
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