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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 Three J 's took their time showering and finally emerged into the support way around noon. They were all wearing the same light, pajama-like sweats they had been wearing the previous evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.

Sara was wearing a yearn nightshirt with a giant ikon of poriferan Bob lame bloomers on it. It made her spirit like a lilliputian young woman, but anyone who had been watching her clean and jerk the cabin would have known immediately that she was NOT a fiddling girl. That was because as she cleaned, Sponge Bob was hanging on the doorknob of the press in the kitchen.

Sara liked doing housework naked. It made her feel absolve and animated, while at the same time allowed her to feel that she was a nude striver serving her masters. Her breasts had bounced freely as she moved quickly around the living way, not only picking up the kid bedding from the dark before, but also cleaning and dusting every Earth's surface in the room. When she heard The ternary J 's begin stirring, she scurried over to put on her dark shirt and then went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast.

Sara, unlike The Three J 's, had always been an early riser main. In their flat at the university, she would always get up around 5:00 and clean the living room and kitchen and do up the sweetheart from the night before. She always did this naked, and just like this morning, when she heard The Three 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 slight secret. Nor did they see her cleaning their bedroom or the bathroom 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 here and now. Your choice is orchis or waffles. I already have the Baron Verulam done and the coffee on. ``

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

Sara turned slightly ping and answered, `` The wine only brought out what was already there. I have been your obedient striver since the fifth grade. 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 striver. You have been our friend, and we want you to stay to be our Friend. ``

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

'' No, '' blurted out Judy. `` That was fabulous. It would almost be enough to make me pass on 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 farsighted time. ``

'' Does that mean we ca n't do anything like last night again ? '' asked Sara. The concern and letdown in her vox was obvious.

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

Sara swallowed and nodded and Julie continued. `` And we need to have it off when you want to be treated as a supporter and when you wanted to be treated as a slave. ``

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

'' Ok ,'said Judy. `` Then we need to know when you want us to process you as our friend hard worker and when we should care for you as our slut slave. If we do n't make out what each early wants and expects and what each other 's bound are, then we will screw up a really grand 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 permit. ``

Sara sat thinking for several instant. She began, `` I think you have already realized that I have this affair for C. P. 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 inclination in her head, `` But I do n't desire anything that will permanently offend me or denounce me. No tattoos or brands or anything like that unless I decide to get them. ``

She twisted her mouthpiece in an odd way as she thought, `` And goose egg, of path, that would get me or any of us kicked out of schooltime or suffer my - or your - future vocation. ``

Joan nodded her headland. `` It sounds like you have thought about this a little. ``

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

Judy spoke, `` It 's a realness now, and we have to make with that new reality. Some matter will change. Some thing will not. And we have to envision 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 stories on phone line ..."She turned bright red. `` OK, a lot of narrative on line of descent, but I know what a safe word of honor is. ``

'' So do I, '' said Sara softly. `` My safe intelligence is 'summertime .''' She smiled and added, `` Summer is the opposite of wintertime. I do n't really comparable hot conditions. ``

The terzetto 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 quit. ``

Joan added, `` Then the logical 'slow down'Logos would be 'springtime .'If things are getting close to summertime, then 'springtime'William Tell us to stake off. ``

'' Winter, full speeding ahead. spring, back off. summer, plosive consonant. I got it, '' said Julie.

'' But that still does n't puzzle out the job of how we know for sure whether or not the snow is falling - or about to come down, '' said Judy, who then raised her work force and shoulder in that way that means `` I do n't know, '' and asked, `` Any suggestions ? ``

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

'' This is one of three I bought online a spell back to use as a straps to hold my skis together for storehouse. It has a Velcro catch that will transfix at almost any sizing and it has my initials embroidered on it in atomic number 79. The just problem is that it is n't waterproofed. I ended up throwing out the other two after only one season because they were so H2O damaged from melted C. ``

Joan set the shoulder strap on the board. In favorable script it said `` J J J. ``

Sara said, `` The terzetto 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 cracking. Her expression was framed in the precis of the disgraceful of her hair and the shameful of the collar. She looked truly beautiful at that moment. Her smile was beaming and her centre were bright with happiness.

Joan continued. `` The collar will stay in a special drawer in the hutch in the living room. Or when we are traveling together, it will be in a property we all agreed on. Whenever we want our slut slave friend to micturate an appearance, we will set the leash out on the tabular array. And whenever Sara is willing to play - 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 eff, '' said Sara softly. `` It looks like a velvet choker. ``

'' 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 honorable on you than on a pair of skis, `` added Judy.

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

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

'' We hung them on the store stand next to the deck of cards. They are respective groundwork 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 blow had almost stopped falling and the swarm were beginning to give way to sunny skies. There was at least two infantry of snow on the deck and it was stratum with the coke powder in the yard.

'' I 've seen powder snows like this before - well not exactly like this, '' said Joan in a very serious part. `` I 've never seen it this deep, but once the sun comes out, the gunpowder will settle and carry. By tomorrow at this time it will be half that deep and you will be able-bodied to walk 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 doorway next to the steps that opens inward. We should be able to dig into the snow from the doorway and get to the skis. There is only enough elbow room under there for one or two masses to work, so you girls stay up here. Turn the heaters on the plump for deck of cards on and once the snow has melted away, take the covert off the tub. We might go back into the tub later this afternoon. ``

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

All four girls laughed.

'' Besides, '' added Joan, `` The fastball switch also switches the hot tub from understudy to pre-heat. Between the heaters and the hot water circulating in the system, the arena beneath the deck should be warm enough to run in without freezing our nookie off while we dig out the skis. ``

Joan opened the closet and took out her coat and walked back toward the sleeping accommodation to change. She returned shortly dressed in jeans. Meanwhile, Sara said, `` I 'll call on on the heaters, '' and she quickly opened the back door and stepped out onto the deck to flip the smoke switching. ``

'' 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 warmer, '' said Joan. `` We are going to be working, not making dear. And set the collar on the table so it does n't get wet while we work. I need a friend slave to help me, not a slattern slave 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 live if it gets too moth-eaten for me. '' She then opened the cellar room access and started down the step wearing only her Sponge Bob nightshirt.

The basement of the cabin was `` semi-finished. '' What that really means is that even though the basement was effectively at solid ground stage on three side, they were never able to properly work out the groundwater problems, so there was no carpet on the flooring and no panelling on the bulwark. There was nice furniture and a finished ceiling, but goose egg that could n't be moved if things got a little wet.

The stairs came down into the basement in a large, capable room that took up the punt half of the space. The presence half was divided between two bedrooms that looked out onto the main road. The doors to the two bedrooms were on the interior bulwark. In the middle of the spine wall, there was a single, exterior-style doorway that opened inward into the basement.

As Joan reached to open the doorway, she explained to Sara, `` The pack of cards is n't closed in, but it is pretty close. There are lilliputian spread between the boards to allow ventilating system, but the blow does n't usually get under the pack of cards, and what does rapidly melts when the hot tub fastball kick in. ``

Joan went through the threshold. `` Watch your stone's throw, '' 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 magnanimous drain in the middle of the area. The hot tub itself was built on a origination of concrete pulley block and bricks. A large piss tank and heart stood next to the wall of the tub. The ticker was whirring softly. A couple of red lights glowed on an electrical control panel.

Joan reached up and pulled a string to deform on a illumination. Sara could see a small amount of snow against the outer walls. It was assuredness, but not overly uncomfortable in the small enclosure.

Joan pointed to the floor, `` This catches any rainwater that comes under the deck of cards in the summertime and channels it under the sign of the zodiac and out toward the road. We do n't have to worry about what to do with the snowfall 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 prohibited door. There was an depression of the individual boards apparent on the face of the snowfall, and there was a low hole where the lever- like doorknob had been pulled barren when the room access opened.

Joan reached into a dark domain alongside the hot tub and pulled out two small camp shovels. `` These are for cleaning out the fire mob in the summer, but they will work for digging a trap in the snowfall to recover our skis. ''

Some water dripped through the deck Evidently the hummer were beginning to run off the coke. Another drop fell, hitting Sara on the shoulder.

'' Are you sure you do n't want to go put on something heater, '' 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 brain and threw it back out into the basement of the cabin.

Joan squeaked as various drops of icy urine fell onto her cervix from above. Handing one of the shovels to Sara, she said, `` We had best get dig. ``

It took about fifteen hour before they were at the bakshis of the skis. At that point, they had a tunnel into the snow about two animal foot long and three or four feet high starting from about two understructure above the ground. `` Damn, '' said Joan as she tried to pull one of the sets of skis into the basement. `` I was hoping the powder would still be loose sufficiency to pull the skis out, but it looks like we are going to have to clear the whole length of the ski. ``

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

The Baron Snow of Leicester was packed just enough to make it difficult to pull the skis loose without damaging them, but it was still unleash enough to displace easily and rapidly as Joan and Sara swung again and again with their camp shovels. In another fifteen or twenty minute, there was about a foot of snow on the story rapidly melting into the waste pipe, and they had a tunnel nearly the length of the skis that extended from just above reason level to the top of the uppermost ski. Sara was dripping with icy weewee. Joan 's clothing was soaked to the skin. 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 control surface. That makes them cold than my wet skin. Your ski pants are special blending to preclude that, but right now, you would be better off nude. ``

'' sin with it, '' muttered Joan. `` Never sleep together if you do n't try. '' Soon her wet denim and underwear were in a heap on the flooring of the basement. `` meridian dry, '' she said, and kept her coat on. She looked rather odd with naked legs and crotch below, and a heavy ski parka on top.

Sara entered the tunnel and began chopping Charles Percy 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 cellar. Two more curing soon followed. Sara had to go back to the end of the tunnel to authorise some firmly packed nose candy from the uppermost set of skis, but soon Joan was also carrying them into the basement.

Just as she set them inside the room access, 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 Charles Percy Snow that had filled the tunnel when the end of it collapsed.

'' service me, '' said Sara quietly, but with fearfulness in her voice, `` I 'm lodge. ``

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

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

Joan grabbed her shovel and rapidly, but carefully, began clearing the snow from the tunnel. It only took a few minutes until she was within column inch of Sara 's legs. She threw her shovel back into the country under the deck and again pulled on Sara 's arms. This time, Sara pulled free from the snow.

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

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

'' What ? '' said Joan.

'' nose candy 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 Baron Snow of Leicester and cerebration I might die sort of killing the mood, so I lost my blast and got cold. ''

'' So, '' asked Joan, `` if I were really turned on, the snowfall 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 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 band aid in a snow bank, '' answered Joan as her mouth closed over Sara's.

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

'' Warmed up ? '' asked Joan.

'' Mm-huh, '' answered Sara.

'' You fix ? ''

'' For what ? '' asked Sara.

'' A soixante-neuf in a snowbank. '' answered Joan. She then pulled Sara over toward the still undetermined outer room access. `` I 'm going to be on tail, so you 'd amend calorie-free my flak really hot, really fast. Once we have both 'melted the nose candy ,'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 behind her. She stood facing the door with her head in the clear field of the crash. Then she giggled again and said, `` There 's no way to do this slowly. Just prima donna into the blow and bit over. I 'll dive into you and we will both melt some C. ''

Joan did exactly that. She dove into the snow between Sara 's branch, squealing as her body hit the cold primer. 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 passionateness.

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

Sara almost immediately jumped up from Joan and pulled the shivering lady friend to her human foot. `` Hot tub time, '' she said and climbed up out of the tunnel into the back yard. Joan quickly followed her, and after Sara detoured to hit the white clit, both of them were warming up in the tub.

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

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

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

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

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

Joan asked, `` Would you two please go downstairs and conclude up the door under the deck and then bring our clothes back up here for us ? After that, conjoin us in the tub. We can send Sara out for wine-colored later. ``

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

Two vivid orange snowmobiles with flashing yellow strobe light lights mounted on them drove into the back yard. The number one wood wore vivid red snowmobile suits with tweed crossbreed on the back and the words `` Snow rescue '' above and below the cross.

One of the number one wood got off his snowmobile and walked up the steps of the pack of cards. He was talking on a radio 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 than cabins to chink before dark. ``

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

'' Yes, '' answered Sara.

He keyed his radio set, `` Four resident. All four occupants accounted for. ``

There was a garbled answer on the radio that none of the young woman could understand.

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

He smiled at Sara, clipped the radio back on his belt, and said, `` You might require to get back in the tub to stick warm, miss. ''

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

He laughed and then addressed all four girls, `` OK, here 's the bargain. The tempest has passed. We will be running the groomers on the incline all night tonight and things will be ready by mid- morning tomorrow. Even the position trails will be back in top precondition by noontide. If you girls want to ski tomorrow, the raise 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 up. That 's state fire regulations. Most of the cabins are empty, so you will have the slope practically to yourself until the lodge re-opens. Hope you enjoy it. ``

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

Sara walked down the stairs into the snow. It was more solid now, but she still sank to her knees in the packed gunpowder. After she had pushed her way over to the picnic table, she had to dig down with her script to give the top case of wine. `` One nursing 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 dusty feeding bottle of wine against her white meat, and walked back up the steps of deck.

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END OF DAY TWO

The saga of `` The terzetto J 's and an S '' volition continue.
They will be at the cabin for several more days,
and they have another year and a one-half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 daylight and even more in 18 months.
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