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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the time they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The leash J 's took their clock time showering and finally emerged into the living elbow room around midday. They were all wearing the same light, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the previous evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the cover deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant photo of quick study Bob Square gasp on it. It made her tone like a picayune young woman, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a little fille. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorhandle of the cupboard in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housekeeping naked. It made her feel dislodge and alive, while at the Sami metre allowed her to feel that she was a naked hard worker serving her master key. Her breast had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the life room, not only picking up the venial litter from the Night before, but also cleanup and dusting every aerofoil in the room. When she heard The tercet J 's begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her night shirt and then went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an early riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and houseclean the sustenance room and kitchen and do up the dishes from the Night before. She always did this naked, and just like this dawn, when she heard The troika J 's beginning to stir, she would put on her nightshirt and begin preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleaning in the nude. That was her piffling secret. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedrooms or the can naked. That she always did when the three of them were in class.

As Julie, Judy and Joan came into the elbow room, she called out, `` Breakfast will be ready in a moment. Your choice is testicle or waffles. I already have the 1st Baron Verulam done and the coffee on. ``

The Three J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few bit, the eggs were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to talk about last Nox. '' She paused and added, `` ... this morning ... '' Another interruption, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine. ``

Sara turned slightly pinkish and answered, `` The wine-colored only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient striver since the one-fifth form. I like it. I enjoy serving you. And you have always protected me and taken care of me. ``

Joan continued, `` But you have not always been our slut slave. You have been our friend, and we want you to continue to be our friend. ``

'' Does that mean you did n't care what happened lowest night ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be enough to make believe me grant up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendly relationship, and The ternary J 's and an S have been together for a longsighted sentence. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like concluding night again ? '' asked Sara. The fear and dashing hopes in her voice was obvious.

'' What we have to do, '' explained Joan, `` is set down some new rules. '' She looked around the table. `` Sara, you need to know when we want a slut slave and when we want a Friend. ``

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to know when you want to be treated as a booster and when you wanted to be treated as a striver. ``

'' I am always your striver, '' answered Sara.

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to treat you as our champion striver and when we should treat you as our slut slave. If we do n't live what each other wants and expects and what each early 's limit point are, then we will have a go at it up a really howling friendship for all of us. ``

Joan took Sara 's hand and asked, `` Sara, what are your limits. What is it that turns you on and what do n't you want or wo n't allow. ``

Sara sat thinking for various minutes. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this thing for snow. '' Everyone laughed. `` And it is pretty obvious that once I am turned on, spanking really takes me over the bound. ``

She looked up like she was trying to recall something or go over a list in her head, `` But I do n't want anything that will permanently injure me or commemorate me. No tattoos or mark or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her mouth in an odd way as she thought, `` And nothing, of track, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or hurt my - or your - hereafter calling. ``

Joan nodded her head. `` It sounds like you have thought about this a piddling. ``

'' Fantasized is more like it, '' answered Sara, lowering her eyes and staring at the table. `` But I never thought any of this would turn anything but a fantasy. ``

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to influence with that new world. Some matter will deepen. Some thing will not. And we have to reckon out what does what. ``

Julie asked suddenly, as if she had just thought of it, `` Do you have a safe word ? ``

Everyone looked at her and she stammered out, `` I read the book ... and some fib on line ..."She turned burnished red. `` OK, a lot of story on descent, but I know what a safe Logos is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My safe watchword is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summertime is the opposite of winter. I do n't really like hot weather. ``

The III J 's laughed. `` Summertime it is, '' said Julie. `` As long as it is winter, things are OK, but if it turns to summer, it is time to stop over. ``

Joan added, `` Then the logical 'slow down'Holy Writ would be 'springtime .'If things are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'tells us to second off. ``

'' Winter, full moon speed ahead. Springtime, back off. summertime, stop. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't solve the problem of how we know for sure as shooting whether or not the snow is falling - or about to decrease, '' said Judy, who then raised her mitt and shoulders in that way that means `` I do n't know, '' and asked, `` Any hint ? ``

'' I have an thought, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her sleeping accommodation. She returned a import later carrying something contraband that looked like a unawares velvet belt.

'' This is one of three I bought online a while back to use as a shoulder strap to hold my skis together for entrepot. It has a Velcro catch that will grip at almost any sizing and it has my initials embroidered on it in Au. The only job is that it is n't waterproof. I ended up throwing out the early two after only one season because they were so water damaged from melted snow. ``

Joan set the shoulder strap on the tabular array. In golden playscript it said `` J J J. ``

Sara said, `` The Three J 's. ''

To which Joan answered, `` And also my initials.- Joan Judith Johnson. ``

She held up the strap and Sara put it around her neck opening. It fit perfectly and looked great. Her aspect was framed in the abstract of the smutty of her tomentum and the black of the catch. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her smile was beaming and her eyes were promising with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will stick around in a exceptional drawer in the hutch in the support elbow room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a place we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave friend to spend a penny an appearance, we will set the collar out on the table. And whenever Sara is leave to play - or needs her masters in a special way, she can just put on the leash. We will all recognize what it means. ``

'' I could even wear it in public and no one would really know, '' said Sara softly. `` It looks like a velvet choker. ``

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the Lapp ribbon '' added Joan.

"I like it the way it is,"replied Sara.

'' That sounds like we have that figured out - more or less, '' said Julie.

'' And that will wait much considerably on you than on a twain of skis, `` added Judy.

'' Our skis ! ! ! '' shouted Joan suddenly, as she jumped to her foot, her eyes wide open.

Everyone was looking at her with questioning looks on their faces.

'' We hung them on the storage rack next to the deck. They are various metrical foot beneath the snow. As it packs down today, it might warp or even break them. We have to get them out of there. ``

All four girls ran to the back windows. The snow had almost stopped falling and the clouds were beginning to give way to sunny skies. There was at to the lowest degree two metrical unit of snow on the deck and it was level with the snow powder in the G.

'' I 've seen powder blow like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very unplayful representative. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle and jam. By tomorrow at this time it will be half that deeply and you will be capable to take the air across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the powder plurality and warms, they will be damaged. ``

'' Does that mean we have to go out there and shovel our way down to the ground ? '' whined Julie.

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the basement. There is a room access next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able-bodied to dig into the snow from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only sufficiency room under there for one or two people to wreak, so you girls stay up here. Turn the heaters on the backrest deck on and once the snow has melted away, take the cover song off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this good afternoon. ``

Judy smirked, and Joan added - `` to soak and warm up up. ''

All four girls laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The heater switching also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot water system circulating in the organization, the surface area beneath the deck of cards should be warm enough to mould in without freezing our derriere off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the closet and took out her coat and walked back toward the bedroom to change. She returned shortly dressed in blue jean. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll turn on the heaters, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the heater switching. ``

'' We might as well find out some TV until you guys get finished, '' said Julie.

'' Yell for us if you need help, `` added Judy as they sat down on the couch.

'' Sara, you might want to put on something warmer, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making lovemaking. And set the collar on the tabular array so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a booster hard worker to serve me, not a slovenly woman striver to eat me out ''

'' I 'm always ready to be - or do - either. '' answered Sara.

Joan started to put on her coat and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you know if it gets too cold for me. '' She then opened the cellar door and started down the steps wearing only her leech Bob nightshirt.

The basement of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at priming coat level on three sides, they were never able to properly lick the groundwater problems, so there was no carpet on the floors and no paneling on the walls. There was nice furniture and a finished cap, but nothing that could n't be moved if matter got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, clear elbow room that took up the hinder one-half of the outer space. The presence half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the highway. The threshold to the two bedchamber were on the inner wall. In the eye of the back wall, there was a single, exterior-style room access that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open the door, she explained to Sara, `` The deck is n't closed in, but it is pretty close. There are trivial gap between the board to allow ventilating system, but the Charles Percy Snow does n't usually get under the deck of cards, and what does rapidly thawing when the hot tub heaters kick in. ``

Joan went through the doorway. `` watch out your step, '' she instructed as she stepped down six to eight inches.

Sara was surprised to see that the floor under the pack of cards was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a large waste pipe in the heart of the surface area. The hot tub itself was built on a fundament of concrete blocks and bricks. A large urine tank and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The pump was whirring softly. A couple of red Light glowed on an electric control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to turn on a light. Sara could see a humble amount of nose candy against the outer wall. It was sang-froid, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the flooring, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the pack of cards in the summer and channels it under the house and out toward the road. We do n't receive to worry about what to do with the snow we pull in, it will just dissolve and go down the drainage. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The nose candy had been packed tightly against the knocked out door. There was an impression of the item-by-item control board apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a lowly fix where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled disembarrass when the doorway opened.

Joan reached into a dark country alongside the hot tub and pulled out two pocket-sized coterie shovels. `` These are for cleaning out the fire ring in the summer, but they will go for digging a hole in the snow to retrieve our skis. ''

Some urine dripped through the pack of cards Evidently the heater were beginning to fade off the C. Another fall fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

'' Are you sure you do n't want to go put on something warmer, '' asked Joan.

'' It would just get wet, '' answered Sara, `` and once your clothes are soaked - especially denim, you are better off being naked. '' With that she pulled her Sponge Bob nightshirt over her head and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as several free fall of icy water fell onto her neck from above. Handing one of the shovelful to Sara, she said, `` We had best get excavation. ``

It took about fifteen minutes before they were at the pourboire of the skis. At that period, they had a tunnel into the pull the wool over someone's eyes about two metrical foot long and three or four foot in high spirits starting from about two feet above the dry land. `` tinker's dam, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the stage set of skis into the cellar. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loosen enough to pull the skis out, but it looks like we are going to sustain to unclutter the whole length of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the retainer for the movement of the shovel and turned the mind so that it now looked more like a hoe than a shovel. `` Just pull it into the room, '' she said and started attacking the Charles Percy Snow with her shovel-hoe.

The C was packed just enough to make it difficult to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to be active easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their camp shovels. In another fifteen or twenty hour, there was about a foot of snow on the flooring rapidly melting into the drainpipe, and they had a burrow nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground spirit level to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's habiliment was soaked to the pelt. Surprisingly, it was Joan, not Sara who was shivering.

'' How do you do that ? '' asked Joan. `` I 'm freezing, and you 're the one who is naked. ``

'' I told you that once you are wet, it is better if you are naked. Those cotton jeans are wicking water and evaporating on the airfoil. That makes them cold-blooded than my wet skin. Your ski pants are special portmanteau to prevent that, but right now, you would be better off naked. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never bonk if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet blue jean and underclothes were in a mass on the floor of the cellar. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with defenseless stage and crotch below, and a grievous ski parka on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping snow and pushing it back toward Joan who was nearer the doorway. Soon the bottommost set of skis was clear, and Joan carried them back into the basement. Two More Seth soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the burrow to sack some severely packed Baron Snow of Leicester from the topmost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the doorway, she heard a aloud gasp and felt a fire of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer room access. She could also see Sara buried to her tit in the Snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' helper me, '' said Sara quietly, but with fear in her representative, `` I 'm cohere. ``

Joan hurried into the tunnel and pulled on Sara 's outstretched branch. She could n't budge her.

'' You need to clear some of the snow first. '' said Sara. Then she added quickly, `` Make surely you do n't hit my groundwork. ``

Joan grabbed her power shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the coke from the burrow. It only took a few minutes until she was within in of Sara 's legs. She threw her shovel back into the region under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This time, Sara pulled gratuitous from the snow.

When they both got back beneath the deck of cards, Sara was shivering violently. `` Are you OK ? '' Joan asked.

'' Just cold, '' answered Sara. `` The collapse scared me and I lost my flack. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a piddling bit turned on or need to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of snow and thought I might die sort of killing the mood, so I lost my fire and got frigid. ''

'' So, '' asked Joan, `` if I were really turned on, the Charles Percy Snow would n't be cold to me ? ``

'' Maybe not, '' answered Sara. `` It works for me, but it might not work for everyone. ``

Joan said, `` Then lets get you warmed back up. '' She gave her a unknown smile and added, `` And maybe we will try a 'Coolie'before going up into the hot tub. ``

Joan threw her coat into the basement and lifted her sweatshirt over her head.

'' What 's a coolie ? '' asked Sara ?

'' That 's a band aid in a snowbank, '' answered Joan as her mouth closed over Sara's.

In a few moments both girls were squirming against each early with one leg pushed between the other 's so that they could rub against the each other 's clits.

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You ready ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A soixante-neuf in a snow bank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open outer door. `` I 'm going to be on ass, so you 'd better light my fire really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the snow ,'we will run up and jumping in the hot tub. ``

Sara giggled, said, `` Let 's go, '' and ran out into the tunnel with Joan right field behind her. She stood facing the door with her head in the exculpated country of the collapse. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just nosedive into the nose candy and turn over. I 'll dive into you and we will both melt some snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the C. P. Snow between Sara 's legs, squealing as her body hit the stale ground. Then she immediately turned over so she was face up between Sara 's legs..

Sara also did exactly as she had said she would and literally dove onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and button. Joan was soon moaning in cacoethes.

Joan returned the party favor and tongued and licked between Sara 's pegleg. Within moments both were crying out in climax.

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering girl to her feet. `` Hot tub fourth dimension, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the back M. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the white button, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The noise of the water fountain starting up brought Judy and Julie to the back doorway. `` How 'd you roast get up here ? '' asked Julie.

'' Skis are in the basement, '' responded Joan, `` but the Charles Percy Snow collapsed on us and we had to come up out through the tunnel into the vertebral column yard.

'' So where are your clothes ? '' asked Judy with her distinctive smirk.

'' Did n't you know that once you are wet, you are better off naked that in denim ? '' answered Joan.

'' It was very wet down there, '' added Sara, trying to sound good as they both dissolved into laughter.

Joan asked, `` Would you two delight go downstairs and come together up the doors under the deck and then bring our apparel back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can commit Sara out for wine later. ``

A few minutes later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. Judy was wearing her short robe, but Julie was naked. They had just joined Joan and Sara in the hot tub when the four of them hear the whine of snowmobile engines.

Two bright orange snowmobiles with flashing icteric strobe lights mounted on them drove into the plunk for yard. The drivers wore bright red snowmobile suits with white mark on the back and the dustup `` nose candy Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the drivers got off his snowmobile and walked up the step of the deck. He was talking on a radiocommunication set as he got to the top of the steps. `` Checking in from cabin 19, '' he said. `` Cabin is occupied. Power is on. ``

Sara got out of the tub and walked over to him. `` May I help you ? '' she asked.

He took off his goggles and smiled at her and answered, `` Maybe later. Right now, we have over thirty more cabins to learn before shadow. ``

He looked at the au naturel girl standing in battlefront of him and then over to the three au naturel fille who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to stay fresh their breasts below the bubbling water. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

He keyed his tuner, `` Four occupants. All four occupier accounted for. ``

There was a garbled reply on the radio set that none of the girls could understand.

The man chuckled and keyed his radio receiver again. `` Yes, they are all OK. In fact, they are more than OK. All four of them are fine - mighty fine. ``

He smiled at Sara, clipped the wireless back on his belt, and said, `` You might want to get back in the tub to stay warm, overlook. ''

She just pointed up at the heaters over her school principal and said, `` It is almost too warm here. I might take to go out in the snow to cool off. ``

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the great deal. The storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the incline all night tonight and things will be cook by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the side trails will be back in top stipulation by midday. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the lifts will be running by 9:00am, but the indian lodge wo n't be open for another day or so until they get the road give. That 's state fire rule. nearly of the cabins are discharge, so you will have the incline practically to yourself until the club re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the measure and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the distance, Joan said to Sara, `` Your collar is inside on the table, but I do n't think we want to get it all wet. If you are in the humor again this evening, just go down into the nose candy and take us back a nursing bottle of wine. ``

Sara walked down the step into the Charles Percy Snow. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her stifle in the packed powder. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her paw to open the top case of wine-colored. `` One bottle or two, '' she called out as she reached into the case.

'' One for now, '' yelled back Judy.

'' We can send you back for more later, '' added Julie.

Sara smiled, held the cold feeding bottle of vino against her breasts, and walked back up the measure of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The Three J 's and an S '' volition continue.
They will be at the cabin for several more than days,
and they have another twelvemonth and a half of college.
A lot can chance in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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