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Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the sentence they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The Three J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the living elbow room around noon. They were all wearing the same brightness, pajama-like sweatsuit they had been wearing the previous even before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the dorsum deck.

Sara was wearing a long nightshirt with a giant word-painting of poriferan Bob Square Pants on it. It made her look like a fiddling girl, but anyone who had been watching her clean the cabin would hold known immediately that she was NOT a slight young woman. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the closet in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her feel free and awake, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a naked slave serving her masters. Her knocker had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living room, not only picking up the minor bedding from the Nox before, but also cleaning and dusting every surface in the room. When she heard The Three J 's begin inspiration, she scurried over to put on her nighttime shirt and then went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an betimes riser. In their apartment at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean the support elbow room and kitchen and do up the sweetheart from the night before. She always did this naked, and just like this morn, when she heard The Three J 's beginning to agitate, she would put on her nightshirt and set about preparing breakfast. None of them had ever seen her cleanup in the nude. That was her piffling mystical. Nor did they see her cleaning their sleeping room or the bathrooms naked. That she always did when the three of them were in class.

As Julie, Judy and Joan came into the room, she called out, `` Breakfast will be ready in a moment. Your choice is ballock or waffles. I already have the Francis Bacon done and the burnt umber on. ``

The trio J 's voted for eggs and gathered 'round the kitchen table. In a few moments, the eggs were done and Sara joined them. As they were eating, Joan said, `` Sara, we have to babble out about cobbler's last night. '' She paused and added, `` ... this dayspring ... '' Another intermission, `` ... when we have n't each had a bottle of wine. ``

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

Joan continued, `` But you have not always been our slut striver. You have been our Friend, and we want you to cover to be our Quaker. ``

'' Does that mean you did n't care what happened last Nox ? ``

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was mythical. It would almost be enough to make me establish up on men. '' She turned slightly red and continued, `` But sex has a way of messing up friendships, and The Three J 's and an S have been together for a long time. ``

'' Does that mean value we ca n't do anything like last night again ? '' asked Sara. The fearfulness and disappointment in her voice was obvious.

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

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to fuck when you want to be treated as a ally and when you wanted to be treated as a slave. ``

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to plow you as our ally slave and when we should treat you as our slut hard worker. If we do n't have it off what each early wants and expects and what each former 's demarcation are, then we will make out up a really wonderful 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 admit. ``

Sara sat thinking for several minute. 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 edge. ``

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

She twisted her mouth in an odd way as she thought, `` And null, of course of study, that would get me or any of us kicked out of school or hurt my - or your - future careers. ``

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

'' Fantasized is more like it, '' answered Sara, lowering her optic and staring at the tabular array. `` But I never thought any of this would suit anything but a phantasy. ``

Judy spoke, `` It 's a reality now, and we have to act upon with that new reality. Some things will interchange. Some thing will not. And we have to figure 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 Koran ... and some stories on line of reasoning ..."She turned bright red. `` OK, a lot of stories on cable, but I know what a safe password is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My safety word is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` summer is the opposite of wintertime. I do n't really like hot weather. ``

The three 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 hold back. ``

Joan added, `` Then the logical 'slow down'word would be 'springtime .'If matter are getting close to summer, then 'springtime'William Tell us to back off. ``

'' wintertime, total speed ahead. springtime, back off. summer, plosive speech sound. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't lick the problem of how we know for sure whether or not the snow is falling - or about to fall, '' said Judy, who then raised her hands and shoulder joint in that way that means `` I do n't bonk, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

'' I have an idea, '' said Joan, and she got up and went back into her bedchamber. She returned a instant later carrying something black that looked like a curt velvet belt.

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

Joan set the strap on the table. In halcyon handwriting 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. It fit perfectly and looked great. Her face was framed in the lineation of the black of her hair and the contraband of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her smile was beaming and her eyes were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The taking into custody will persist in a special drawer in the hutch in the livelihood 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 make an appearance, we will set the collar out on the table. And whenever Sara is bequeath to recreate - or needs her masters in a special way, she can just put on the collar. We will all know what it means. ``

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

'' I could even get'& an S'embroidered on it in the same thread '' 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 look much better on you than on a couple of skis, `` added Judy.

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

Everyone was looking at her with questioning facial expression on their faces.

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

All four girls ran to the back windowpane. The blow had almost stopped falling and the swarm were beginning to move over way to sunny skies. There was at least two human foot of snow on the deck of cards and it was floor with the nose candy gunpowder in the curtilage.

'' I 've seen powder snows like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very dangerous voice. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the powder will settle and backpack. By tomorrow at this time it will be half that deep and you will be able to walk across it. If we do n't get those skis out before the powder packs and warms, they will be damaged. ``

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

'' No, '' answered Joan, `` Sara and I will go under the deck through the basement. There is a threshold next to the footstep that opens inward. We should be able-bodied to dig into the blow from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only enough room under there for one or two people to work, so you girls stay up here. wrick the hummer on the back deck on and once the snow has melted away, take the covers off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

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

All four young woman laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The heater permutation also switches the hot tub from standby to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot piddle circulating in the system, the area beneath the deck should be warm enough to make in without freezing our asses off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the closet and took out her coat and walked back toward the bedroom to alter. She returned shortly dressed in denim. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll ferment on the hummer, '' and she quickly opened the indorse door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the smoke substitution. ``

'' We might as well watch 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 heater, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making love. And set the collar on the table so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a acquaintance slave to aid me, not a trollop slave to eat me out ''

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

Joan started to put on her pelage and Sara continued, `` And I 'll let you know if it gets too stale for me. '' She then opened the basement door and started down the dance step wearing only her quick study Bob nightshirt.

The cellar of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at ground level on three position, they were never able to properly work out the groundwater trouble, so there was no carpet on the storey and no paneling on the walls. There was skillful furniture and a finished ceiling, but nothing that could n't be moved if affair got a little wet.

The stair came down into the cellar in a large, open room that took up the back half of the space. The straw man half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the highway. The doors to the two sleeping room were on the upcountry wall. In the middle of the back wall, there was a one, exterior-style door 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 cheeseparing. There are trivial spread between the boards to allow ventilating system, but the snow does n't usually get under the pack of cards, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub heaters kick in. ``

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

Sara was surprised to see that the floor under the deck was concrete and had curbs around it almost like a highway. There was a boastfully drain in the middle of the surface area. The hot tub itself was built on a foundation of concrete blocks and bricks. A large water tank and pump stood next to the wall of the tub. The heart was whirring softly. A twosome of red luminance glowed on an electrical control condition panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to plow on a light. Sara could see a small amount of Baron Snow of Leicester against the outer walls. It was aplomb, but not overly uncomfortable in the pocket-size enclosure.

Joan pointed to the floor, `` This catches any rain that comes under the deck in the summer and channel it under the family and out toward the route. We do n't sustain to worry about what to do with the snow we pull in, it will just melt and go down the drain. '' Then she opened the outer door.

The Charles Percy Snow had been packed tightly against the outer room access. There was an impression of the individual plank apparent on the face of the snow, and there was a small gob where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled liberal when the door opened.

Joan reached into a iniquity region alongside the hot tub and pulled out two minuscule camp shovelful. `` These are for cleaning out the fire ring in the summer, but they will knead for digging a hole in the snowfall to retrieve our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck Evidently the heaters were beginning to unthaw off the snow. Another drop 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 wearing apparel are soaked - especially denim, you are better off being naked. '' With that she pulled her Sponge Bob nightshirt over her heading and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as several drops of icy piddle fell onto her neck opening from above. Handing one of the power shovel to Sara, she said, `` We had best get digging. ``

It took about fifteen min before they were at the tips of the skis. At that breaker point, they had a tunnel into the Snow about two feet tenacious and three or four metrical foot high starting from about two pes above the ground. `` tinker's dam, '' said Joan as she tried to draw in one of the sets of skis into the cellar. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loosen plenty to displume the skis out, but it looks like we are going to give birth to clear the whole length of the ski. ``

She unscrewed the servant for the front of the shovel and turned the header so that it now looked more like a hoe than a digger. `` Just pull it into the way, '' she said and started attacking the snow with her shovel-hoe.

The snow was packed just enough to make it difficult to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still loose enough to move easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their camp digger. In another XV or twenty minutes, there was about a foot of nose candy on the floor rapidly melting into the drain, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above ground storey to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy water. Joan 's clothing 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 raw. Those cotton wool jeans are wicking body of water and evaporating on the Earth's surface. That makes them colder than my wet skin. Your ski gasp are special portmanteau to prevent that, but right now, you would be better off nude. ``

'' Hell with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never live if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet jeans and underwear were in a heap on the floor of the basement. `` Tops dry, '' she said, and kept her pelage on. She looked rather odd with naked legs and crotch below, and a with child 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 bring in, and Joan carried them back into the cellar. Two more stage set soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the burrow to bring in some hard packed coke from the uppermost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the doorway, she heard a loud gasp and felt a flak of cold air. She turned and could see daylight through the outer door. She could also see Sara buried to her breasts in the snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' Help me, '' said Sara quietly, but with fear in her voice, `` I 'm bind. ``

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

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

Joan grabbed her shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the nose candy from the tunnel. It only took a few arcminute until she was within in of Sara 's branch. She threw her shovel back into the area under the pack of cards and again pulled on Sara 's blazonry. This meter, Sara pulled free 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 flop scared me and I lost my flak. ``

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' Snow turns me on, but only if I am already a little bit turned on or want to be turned on. Being half buried by an avalanche of snow and intellection I might die sort of kills the modality, so I lost my fire and got cold. ''

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

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

Joan said, `` Then lets get you warmed back up. '' She gave her a strange 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 quickie in a snow bank, '' answered Joan as her mouth closed over Sara's.

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

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You cook ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A sixty-nine in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still open outer doorway. `` I 'm going to be on bottom, so you 'd ameliorate light my fire really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the Baron Snow of Leicester ,'we will run up and jump in the hot tub. ``

Sara giggled, said, `` Let 's go, '' and ran out into the tunnel with Joan right wing behind her. She stood facing the room access with her head in the acquit sphere of the crash. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just dive into the snow and bout over. I 'll dive into you and we will both melt down some snow. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the C. P. Snow between Sara 's legs, squealing as her body hit the inhuman 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 plunk onto Joan and began hungrily sucking at her labia and clitoris. Joan was soon moaning in cacoethes.

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

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering girl to her ft. `` Hot tub time, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the vertebral column yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the clean clit, both of them were warming up in the tub.

The noise of the bubblers starting up brought Judy and Julie to the spinal column door. `` How 'd you rib get up here ? '' asked Julie.

'' Skis are in the basement, '' responded Joan, `` but the nose candy collapsed on us and we had to do out through the tunnel into the back yard.

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

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

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two delight go downstairs and shut up the room access under the deck of cards and then make for our clothes back up here for us ? After that, join us in the tub. We can air Sara out for wine later. ``

A few minute later Judy and Julie came back out on the deck. Judy was wearing her curtly 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 promising orange snowmobiles with flashing yellowish strobe light lights mounted on them drove into the vertebral column railyard. The number one wood wore bright red snowmobile courting with Andrew D. White cross on the rear and the run-in `` C. P. Snow Rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the device driver got off his snowmobile and walked up the steps of the deck. He was talking on a wireless 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 agree before dark. ``

He looked at the raw female child standing in front man of him and then over to the three naked little girl who were scrunched down low in the hot tub trying to keep their tit below the bubbling weewee. `` Only the four of you ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

He keyed his receiving set, `` Four occupier. All four occupant accounted for. ``

There was a disjointed response on the radio set that none of the girls could understand.

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

He smiled at Sara, clipped the radio back on his whang, and said, `` You might want to get back in the tub to ride out warm, overleap. ''

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

He laughed and then addressed all four girl, `` OK, here 's the deal. The violent storm has passed. We will be running the groomers on the slopes all Nox tonight and things will be fix by mid- break of the day tomorrow. Even the side lead will be back in top experimental condition by noon. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the lifts will be running by 9:00am, but the lodge wo n't be open for another day or so until they get the route open. That 's country ardour regulating. to the highest degree of the cabins are empty, so you will accept the slopes practically to yourself until the lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

He walked back down the step and got back onto his snowmobile. As the two snowmobiles whined off into the distance, Joan said to Sara, `` Your shoe collar is inside on the table, but I do n't suppose we want to get it all wet. If you are in the mood again tonight, just go down into the snow and bring us back a bottle of wine-colored. ``

Sara walked down the steps into the snow. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her knees in the packed pulverization. After she had pushed her way over to the duck soup mesa, she had to dig down with her work force to give the top compositor's case of wine. `` 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-blooded bottleful of wine against her titty, and walked back up the step of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The troika J 's and an S '' will continue.
They will be at the cabin for various more days,
and they have another year and a half of college.
A lot can find in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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