4 comments/ 22709 views/ 6 favorites The Polar Bare Club By: OzEliot FORWARD (potential SPOILERS as well): This is my fourth submission to Literotica. About 17,000 words. It features group public nudity, a few sex scenes that run together, and romance. Fans of group sex, don't get your hopes up. Sorry, this one is what it is. I hope you give it a chance and enjoy it. As I've said, votes and comments are appreciated, but please try to offer comments and criticism as if we were sitting down together, face to face in a public place. Thanks. ***** Five of us sat around on the couch after coming in from the cold. It was a great day of skiing, made all the better because my broke ass didn't have to pay for any of it. Well, I did have to pay the fees to get on the slopes themselves, but my generous friends were letting me slide on the cost of getting up there and the cabin rental. I was going to be a little in the hole when the next paycheck came, but god, I needed a break. It had not been my year. As Ricky was trying to get a fire lit, I was listening to Ecks' new best friend Kismet telling us all about how she had just broken up with a drummer because he had no rhythm in bed. Okay, Kismet tells great stories. I wasn't trying to be a bitch. Not even when I asked if that was her real name and then demanded she show me her license to prove it. I could tell Ecks, his brother, and Andi all realized I was being a bitch, but Kismet didn't seem to notice, more to her credit—she even asked to see my license, as if anyone would claim to be named Penelope who wasn't. She thought we were having a moment. I couldn't wait to be out of that car. I had a great time skiing at least. Actually, I should have had a great time skiing... if I wasn't watching my former boyfriend flirt with the new love of his life. My perception of this long weekend before it arrived was far different. Tell me if I'm crazy: An ex-boyfriend asks you to come along on a ski weekend, just him and a few friends, and by the way, don't worry about paying your way—was I crazy to think he might be aiming to reconcile? Instead I'm Frankenstein-walking my skis back to the lift while keeping my envious eye on him standing in line with her. At their most nauseous, Ecks was standing right behind her in her perfect little skintight pink pants and shifting her hips back and forth as she cackled girlishly. Sure, I earned a wave or two, even a thumbs up when I reached the bottom of the hill right after him on my third run, should have earned a medal for not taking a tumble and still going at a respectable speed, but I couldn't deceive myself that Ecks had any thoughts of me. My being there was clearly charity. "She's not lying," Renee told Ecks and Ricky as they were blaring laughter and I was playing catch-up back on the couch. "Girls Gone Wild? Jesus. No way." Ricky continued to shake his head and deny her, but Ecks appeared to suddenly change sides and take her at her word. Why not? I hear for the end of her act she walks on water, I thought. "Now... all I'm saying is... all those girls, all those videos they do—or used to do, who knows if they're still... but they must be getting those girls from somewhere." "What were you doing? Were you at Mardi Gras or spring break in Cancun or...?" He may not have been hitting on her, but Ricky's sudden interest had his girlfriend watching him extra close; Renee might be Kismet's friend, but I knew she wasn't going to risk letting him get caught up in the sexy magnetism. "No, no, it was just... I was at a bar in Central Park West with friends and, you know... they just showed up. For real, are you going to make me talk about this? You really are?" Her sing-song voice could fake innocence in the most convincing way. I could almost believe her surprise that men would want to hear about her being naked in public. "So what did you do?" asked Ricky, covering his mouth as another laugh came out. "I mean, I know the basic idea... but sometimes they have all sorts of crazy things going on. Girl-on-girl stuff, chicks masturbating in their trailer..." "He's heard." "I've heard," Ricky laughed, giving Ecks a lazy fistbump for helping him cover. Renee still bent his pinky back until he cried uncle. "How crazy did you get?" "Oh, you know me. I was pretty boring. It wasn't any—I didn't go to anyone's trailer. I'll tell you that much. Me and Tiffany just, you know. We flashed the camera. It was really quick." "They still slowed it down in the video," said Renee. I got the idea she was extracting a small sliver of revenge for Kismet capturing her boyfriend's imagination. She looked to me and I had to ask if she actually saw the video. Her smirk grew a mile wide, perfectly closed-mouth, and Renee told everyone, "Miss Shy has the video on her laptop." "No, no! Why did you tell them that? It's not..." All of our eyes were on her, just as I was sure she wanted, and she laughed like a blender on puree. "I didn't pay for it at least. I downloaded it." "Well, you're the star. You're only robbing yourself," Ecks told her. I didn't like how close he was sitting to her, even if he was leaning his head on his fingers, arm crooked up on the couch like some old daytime talk show host. "Do you just have it so you can show it to people? Like a resume?" "It was for a job interview," she said. We all called bullshit, but she insisted she had gone out for some job that involved dancing. Topless? She blushed, actually blushed as if she had any shame, and told us that it was to help her save for a trip to Europe. Amsterdam, no surprise. "I figured I've got nothing left to hide, right? Girls Gone Wild saw my tits." "And your ass," said Renee, still smiling in a way that was barely a smile. "Did you forget you lifted your skirt up for them?" "I wasn't sure they used that part at the time. I kinda forgot. But it's all the same, you know? My tits, my ass. I'm not embarrassed by it. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to have my... you know. Nothing they wouldn't show on basic cable. Right? I mean... that stuff I save for my close friends." They all laughed. Worse yet, I had to laugh along. All my life girls like Kismet have been driving me crazy. They look perfect—in her case, a full chest, overfull even, pink bow lips like a storybook character, sky blue eyes, cute little chubby cheeks, actual hips like Marilyn Monroe had, with short golden hair to match, a booty to die for, and thighs that tested the strength of her ski pants. They say outrageous things. They do outrageous things. What they get away with—sentences come out of their mouths that I could never speak, not without getting laughed out of town. I've never been a dreamgirl, and definitely not the kind to get beads or a T-shirt or whatever they get in those videos for flashing their goodies. I don't have much in the way of goodies. I'm under-developed compared to other girls, "flat" in the language of high school, which I heard a hell of a lot. Maybe I could do justice to a B-cup bra without stuffing, but no more. The rest of my body follows the "board" design, little bony bumps where I would rather have hips, and my ribs stick out when I take a deep breath; I'm "skinny," but not skinny enough to look athletic, just like a soft little girl. My brown eyes are kind of nice, but they're definitely not blue, and I've been trying to wish my freckles away since I was 4 years old, even if they're not too bad with a little makeup and, yes, some guys like them. I'm not entirely unhappy with my appearance, but when I'm pitted against a blonde with great teeth and big tits, my ego does shrink pretty bad. Oh, I also have big feet. I'd never make it in Japan. Both of the guys kept asking about Kismet's dancing job or her naked video—nobody seemed to care about her trip to Europe, and I had a feeling she would have ignored me if I had asked about it. Eventually, Renee just sighed and told Kismet, "Why don't you just skip ahead a half-hour and go get the laptop?" "What? Noooo," said Kismet, playing up her part. "You can't be serious, Renee. You guys, I would be so embarrassed... No! Please don't. No... Renee, don't make me..." To no one's surprise, Renee won the argument and Kismet did her tick-tock walk away from the couch and up the stairs, saying she couldn't guarantee she would ever come down from the second floor again. I was surprised the guys had enough blood left to smile with all the erections undoubtedly happening below the belt lines. The four of us just stared at each other and smiled strangely as we waited for her to come back. I missed Andi and Burt. They would have been on my side, they were friends of mine and not Kismet's, and Andi knew well the feelings I harbored for Ecks. Hell, I even missed Ecks' brother, David. Michael was the older Ecker, my age, 27, but little David was an innocent 21 years old, just old enough to drink, and he still saw through my every attempt to get back with his brother. We had a minute in the convenience store where the two of us were fetching beer out of the freezers and he whispered to me that I shouldn't get my hopes up. Andi had said the same thing the night before we left, tried to deflate my ambitions, but I wouldn't hear of it. I had put all of my hopes on this stupid ski trip, even knowing that some girl named Kismet was coming along with us, and Ecks had an eye for her. Andi shot straight with me when she said, "He's not a complete idiot. Ecks. If he was, you wouldn't want him so bad, right? ...So he must know you've been waiting for him to start things up with you again. If he hasn't taken the bait by now, he's got his mind elsewhere. Are you really going to wait him out?" Yes. My self-respect had taken that big a hit in the past year. I had already suffered more indignities than anyone should before her thirtieth birthday. The magazine I had given three years of my life had downsized most of the staff last December, the entire graphic design department was let go—and since they're obviously not going to make a magazine without graphics, it meant they were hiring some young punks right out of college at reduced pay. Which is probably how they had hired us in the first place. Rent was impossible, it had been hard as hell before to stay in the city, but without a job and no savings to fall back on, I was doomed. My boyfriend J.B. started beating the drum about us moving in together, it all sounded perfect to him, being the king of the left-brains, we should be getting closer and I suddenly needed a place. Except I had realized just before I lost my job that I didn't love J.B. at all. My damn right-brain had a problem with his half. That meant I lost a sometimes-fun boyfriend in close proximity to losing my job, then I lost my apartment. I lost New York Fucking City. I had to move back to Trenton. I'd been riding the train an hour in every couple of days just to do interviews, and when I did get a job, it was washing dishes like someone who had dropped out of a state school. My hours of misery had more than tripled. I was getting dropped off at the train station by my dad, like he was taking me to band practice or summer camp. I spent way more time online than in my real life, clicking "Like" and sharing stupid JPEGs by the dozens. I watched junk TV during my off-hours—I became the people I talk nasty about. In all of that time I reflected on my past, and of my many mistakes, parting ways with Ecks was the one that bothered me. True, I had brought up the idea of a separation when it happened, two years ago, after eight months of being friends who fuck, maybe there's a future or maybe not—but Ecks said he felt the same way. He had felt the same way for a few weeks. We remained close friends after we broke up. It was my teenage dream come true, enjoy the boy, don't throw him away when it's over; someone was having a last laugh at my expense. I missed Ecks. I missed the smell of that weird soap he used. I missed the precious way he folded his hand and pressed it against his cheek, never worrying about how effeminate it made him look. I missed how he would jingle his car keys coming up or going down the stairwell to my apartment. I really missed living one subway stop away from his place, and our mutual "drop in anytime" policy. The truth of it, too, was that I missed fucking him; as friends, I still got the conversation and the political email forwards and even the occasional ride for free—what I didn't get was the best fuck of my life. I missed it. It sounds insane to girls like Kismet, I'm sure, but Ecks was the first guy to make me cum. Okay, full disclosure: He was the only guy to make me cum. At least while we were fucking. My second boyfriend Randy could finger me into heaven, but I always lied about having one after actual sex. I thought for years it was my fault, like I just couldn't. Ecks made me realize it was all about the man I was with. And extra-full disclosure? It was probably the fact a man had finally made me cum that got my gears spinning, thinking I was missing out on all the other talented cocks out there. It made us break up. Yes, I was looking back with regret. I spent most of the day keeping an eye on him, a blue stick figure against all that white. Ecks could swish down those slopes and curve aside rough terrain like he was following a track like a train. The first time I took a spill he hurried over to help me up. It might have encouraged me to give it less effort staying on my skis. A more honest girl might even confess to letting the second fall happen, even forcing it during those last few feet. A hand reached out to help me up that second time, but I was disappointed to find it was David instead of his brother. David wore his glasses on top of his ski hat and he gave me his boyish sympathetic smile. It made me feel stupid and obvious and only a little bit loved—the little bit owed all to the help he offered. "Let him have his way with her," David told me. I pretended to not know what he was talking about, laughed away his ridiculous advice. "She's got one thing he wants. He'll probably get it. Then he'll be looking for someone who knows all the Velvet Underground lyrics." "Oh, really?" "That ain't her. I'll say that much." I didn't want to admit how much I appreciated his making me feel better. "All of you Eckers boys will stick it in anything that moves." "Make sure you sit still until I'm gone," said David, then he moved on as I laughed. I wasn't too far off. David met some other ski bunny in the lift line and went home with her, saying he might be back for dinner—but not promising anything. As bad as Andi might feel for me, it was her weekend, not mine, the whole trip had started as her get-out-of-town anniversary with Burt, Ecks and the rest of us had just horned in on it. She and Burt abandoned me to go to their anniversary dinner in town, which I of course understood—but it did leave me watching Miss Personality's titty-flashing club video with the man I wanted to spend the night with. Even after the day I had suffered, I had a feeling it wasn't all completely lost. The cabin had two great big suites upstairs, the Eckers sharing one room, Kismet taking the other, since she had secured the reservation. She had offered it to Renee and Ricky, how sweet of her, but they insisted on taking the fold-out sofa bed in the living room. There was also a couch in each suite, I heard they were comfortable, and though Kismet said I could take the spare bed in her room if I wanted it, I had made the agreement to sleep on Ecks' couch in his room and I planned on sticking to it. If David remained gone all night, that meant it would be just Ecks and me in his suite. I couldn't have planned it better on purpose. The trick, I knew, was making sure that Ecks went back to his own room that night and not hers. That was my part to figure out. After seeing way more titties than I had ever seen in one night, we all reached the part of the video where Kismet appeared. Beside us, she covered her face with the couch pillow like she was assuring everyone it was coming up. She couldn't believe she was letting us watch this, she loudly exclaimed. On the 15" laptop screen, she was grinding herself against a pair of guys while a brunette friend of hers was performing a drunken twerk for the camera. After a minute, the cameraman lost interest in her overeager friend—who I felt simpatico with—and just focused on Kismet's shaking breasts and flying blonde hair. Soon she wasn't dancing with the two college boys. She was dancing with the camera. "Show us your tits!" said a voice, had to belong to the cameraman. I snorted and looked at Ecks and Ricky, but they were taking it all very serious. Kismet also laughed, I noticed. The request came again, then a few of the surrounding guys repeated it. I had an image of Romans screaming for the lions to be released. TV Kismet shook her head while grinning from ear to ear, checked with her friend about the wisdom of giving them what they wanted, and she laughed with her mouth wide open while turning red all over. Her hips batted back and forth in her black skirt as her fingers went down to the hem of her white blouse with its spaghetti straps. She wound it up over her belly, taking her time on its ascent, and then her breasts came into view. Ricky and Ecks both moaned like a talk show audience. As an impartial judge, I would have to give them a positive review. They were as full as I expected, not that her blouse left much to the imagination, with nickel-sized red nipples, dark like single freckles on each tan hill. Everything she did made them tremble or quiver or even flop around. I always envied that much jiggle, I was never going to manage it without surgery. I don't think I could have torn Ecks' eyes off the screen if I had set him on fire. "Suddenly it's too hot in here," said Ricky, and we all laughed. Three more times she showed her tits to the camera, it seemed like the rest of the video would just be Kismet flashing the viewer. Then they cut to another shot, not too different, and she turned around and eased her skirt down to under her ass. Something else to make me jealous, a fantastic bubble with a perfectly symmetrical split, and oh were they just as tan as every other part of her body. I had been thinking the whole time how impressive it was that she wasn't nervous as she undressed for everyone—but then I thought she wasn't being talked into anything right there at all. She had seen the cameras before they ever found her, more than likely. There might have been a great big "Girls Gone Wild" bus parked out front to warn her. Kismet had made her decision to show her tits before she ever got in the club. Maybe it didn't make her any less brave, but she lost her credit for spontaneity. All of her flashing replayed in slow-motion, quick cuts, and then they moved on with a montage to some other pair of girls walking outside a club. Ricky sighed and said he was going out for a cigarette. Renee got up and followed him, maybe because Kismet said she was going to keep him company. The door closed and I felt my heart jump with the potential of a perfect evening. Had she really just shifted her designs to her friend's boyfriend? Shit, if Kismet was chasing Ricky, it was unbelievable luck for me. Let her get her wish. Let the three of them have a wild orgy in her room. It meant Ecks would be all mine for the night. "Want another beer?" I asked him. I rubbed a hand through my short hair, one of the best of my inferior flirting moves. Ecks still had his eyes on the video as two strange girls stripped all their clothes off. He smiled self-consciously and looked my way. "I'm glad no one out there wants to see guys' dicks," he said, then laughed roughly as I held my tongue. "You know I've got weak sales resistance. I'd probably give it up for a T-shirt." The Polar Bare Club "Yeah. My little man-slut." "Boys gone wild!" he fake-shouted, and I joined him a second after. "I bet we'd never catch you on a video like that. Plied with alcohol and begging for male approval." "You never know," I said, but then I felt myself turn crimson as Ecks looked me over. "I mean, hey... nobody wants to see my teen boy chest anyway." "Don't sell yourself short. Guys will drool over any pair of naked tits." He smiled. I didn't. It wasn't my intention to make him feel bad, but I couldn't help how I took the remark. Ecks leaned over toward me, breathing air with the burn of alcohol into my face, and corrected, "Guys love all types. Is what I'm saying. Me, personally, I like them on the petite side. It's the nipples that are the star of the show, right? You go to a circus, you've got to be a rube to get wowed by the size of the tent. What matters is the main act. I've always loved yours, by the way." That did make me smile. "I'm going out to check on them. You coming?" So much for my quiet moment with the man of my dreams. I got up and followed him, beer in hand. I stopped to pick up my brown winter coat but Ecks went out without his, so I had to follow quick. I hadn't thought about it until the door opened and hit us with the freezing cold, but none of them had wore jackets—Kismet hadn't even worn pants, still in those black shorts she put on when she came down with her laptop. I found them in the middle of something, not quite a conversation, but Renee was packing snow into Kismet's cleavage as the blonde jumped up and down and squealed like a winner on a gameshow. "Oh, you bitch!" Kismet giggled and shivered as she scooped the melting ice from between her tits. She then shook the bottom of her shirt carelessly until it emptied out from the other end, with the rapt of attention of all of us. "You seemed like you needed to cool down a little bit. Poking out and all." Renee had gotten her revenge for Kismet flirting with her boyfriend, maybe, but it wasn't thought out very well—if she had a complaint about the girl's nipples stealing attention from her, they weren't any less jutting when they were freezing cold in a soaked pink shirt. Renee only laughed and said, "You're part of the Polar Bear Club now." "Maybe if I was naked," said Kismet. A couple of us gave her confused looks and Kismet, still drying out her shirt by flapping it away from her skin, said, "They're the ones who jump into the lakes and rivers and oceans naked, right?" "They're not naked," Ecks said. Ricky and Renee agreed, I just stayed out of it. "They're all wearing speedos and shorts and shit," added Renee. "Well, if they're not naked, why do they call themselves the 'Polar Bare Club'?" It took a few seconds to figure out where the confusion was. I was happy to point out her error. "It's not 'bare' like you're naked. It's 'bear,' like a polar bear. You got to know what a polar bear is..." "I know what a polar bear is! I'm not an idiot. I just thought it was a play on words." Ugh, even her way of arguing seemed sweet and friendly. I put my hand on the doorknob and figured I would head back into the house. "Everything has to be naked with Kismet. Of course she'd mistake 'bear' for 'bare.'" "Have you ever jumped into a frozen pond naked?" asked Ecks. I hesitated to leave him out here alone with the shivering 'polar bare' girl. The way she smiled, I thought she was going to say yes. "I feel naked now," Kismet said, flapping out her shirt higher, more carelessly. She's going to flash him her tits right now, I thought with great aggravation. "I'd dare you to jump naked into the lake right now... if we had a lake." Ecks seized on Ricky's suggestion in a disheartening way. "There's plenty of snow to dive into. Why don't you dive into the snow?" "No way. What do you mean, naked? No way..." Her refusals had about as much staying power as my first boyfriend. I felt the impulse to retreat, to get the hell out of here before this got any nauseatingly sexier—but what kind of ex- and possibly future-girlfriend would I be if I abandoned him to her wiles? "She's too shy to do it," I said. I wasn't thinking about the consequences of those words, I was just taking a lazy stab at her. I didn't want to be a bitch, but she was so transparent, it was frustrating. "I'll do it if you do it, Penny," said Kismet, her eyes wide and her eyebrows raised. Both Ricky and Ecks were overcome with excited laughter. I turned as red as my thick cotton socks and shook my head definitively. "See? I'm braver than you." "No doubt." "Somebody do it," Kismet told them all. She was waiting for someone to surrender, to volunteer. "One of you does it, anyone, and I'll do it. I'm just tired of being the only one people see naked." Could stop taking your clothes off, I thought. I kept my mouth shut, though, my last snide remark put me on the spot. "You'll take all your clothes off? Like a lunatic? Then... what? You just, you make naked snow angels?" "Perverse," Ecks commented on Renee's question. Ricky said, "I'll do it," but Renee hit him on the shoulder. It wasn't all that playful a punch. "C'mon, Penny, you haven't got anything I haven't seen before," Ecks said. It wasn't a whisper, that much was sure. I stared at him feeling betrayed and, disturbing enough, complimented at the same time. I pulled my sweater away from my body a bit to leave my small chest less pronounced. I muttered in a quiet voice that I wasn't drunk enough for streaking. Ecks looked back to Kismet and shrugged, then told her, "I'll join you." "Goody," she said. Some of the meanest things I've ever thought about another woman came to mind right then, made me feel a little guilty, somewhere under all of my outrage. I was already wondering if I should have gone against all instincts and stripped naked. "Desperate" was too mild a word for what I was feeling for him. The two of them stared at each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move, Renee and Ricky laughing along while I watched like an outsider. Finally, Ecks stepped on the heel of his shoe with the other one and pulled his foot free, then did the other. Kismet pulled off her furry snow boots and made a shocked face when she put her bare feet back on the ground. I smirked a little at Ecks as he hopped from one foot the other. He took his shirt off. There was a memorable sight for me, his tight stomach, not quite a washboard, full pecs, mesmerizing brown nipples—I would have milked him if it were possible to get anything out of them. The last time I had seen him shirtless he had been paler, but he had spent a lot of time outdoors over the summer, and was still wearing a pretty good tan. He started unzipping his jeans, probably anxious to force her naked, and Kismet whipped her shirt up over her head. If her tits had changed any from her days as a girl gone wild, I couldn't tell. They were still frustratingly large, round, but it looked like she had had her nipples sharpened. I liked to believe they were fake, but by the way Ecks was staring, I didn't believe he cared either way. I wondered if he would stare at me the same way if I took off my shirt. For the third time in my life, I thought about how I might look with implants of my own. Nothing I'd ever do, but it was hard to never feel like a little enhancement might make me feel better. "God, you're tasty!" said Kismet, then laughed at herself. I glanced back to Ecks—how had I let her keep my attention so long?—and saw him standing there in his underwear. My eyes turned into giant moons. In his black jockeys was a pointed swell that even embarrassment couldn't take my eyes away from. I must have smiled and blushed at the same time. He shook his head when he looked to me. I had seen his cock before, but I couldn't believe how much I wanted to see it again. It couldn't have grown in the time since we last fucked, could it? I put a hand on my cheek and tried to wipe the smirk off my face. Then, my rivalry came back to mind as Ecks looked to his half-naked partner again. "Same time?" "Oh man, I can't believe I'm..." Kismet nodded, finished stepping out of her shorts, leaving her in a red thong more appropriate for Valentine's Day than a skiing retreat. She put her fingers on the easy-to-miss straps, gave Ecks another nod, sucked in a breath, and they both stripped at the same time. I only looked long enough to see that she was shaved bald between her legs before I turned my head back to Ecks. His missile was almost fully loaded, tinged red to stand out as darker from his pale, untanned pelvis, waving up and down with each movement. The head was swollen, its eye looking toward the girl who had inspired his stiffness. Right then I thought it might not have been too bad to be the naked girl who had done that to him. Renee was applauding him as Ricky made a noisy, shrill laugh. Funny how I wanted to defend Ecks against that humiliation. "Oh, I'm so fucking cold!" squealed Kismet, bouncing up and down. That probably didn't warm her up any, but she did keep eyes on her. "Let's hurry up and get it over with! I need to get back into the fireplace." "Wait, what are you guys doing... exactly...?" "I guess I'm just supposed to freeze my ass off in the snow," Kismet giggled. Ecks gestured to his stiff cock, just a couple of notches below full mast, and told us all, "I want everyone to mark this bad boy now before I start swimming in the snow." I laughed louder at that than anyone else. "Just for the, you know... for the record. This is why they do the weigh-in before the fight." I didn't know what that meant, but it had me laughing until I was sick. Renee asked if I was going to survive. I should have kept my mouth shut, my cackling drew every set of eyes back to me. "C'mon, Penny. Go for a swim with us." "No!" "Why not?" asked Kismet. She kept bouncing up and down on her heels, those breasts of hers jiggling like Jell-O. "Don't be so shy. You don't have anything the rest of us don't have." "It's what I don't have that I don't want to show," I said. My smile didn't make them laugh with me. I put my palm to my forehead. I felt feverish. I actually wondered if I was sick. "Nobody likes a self-conscious girl, Pen," Renee told me with a fake scowl. I filled with anger as I stared at her, then shook my head. Having no other defense, I said, "I'll do it if you do it." If she was put on the spot, her twisted grin didn't say so. She looked to Ricky and raised her eyebrows. "If you do it...?" My mouth is so fucking big sometimes. I watched in growing terror as Ricky and Renee started undressing right in front of me. They stared each other in the eyes while wearing great big goofy grins. I realized while I saw more of their skin come out into the cold that I would have given anything to be her—if I couldn't be Kismet, at least I could be the other girl who had a guy's attention. Being naked suddenly didn't seem like the worst thing about being out here. I would be the naked third wheel. I've always hated being the third wheel. Renee clearly hadn't gotten dressed with the thought that strangers would be seeing her in her underwear, wearing a black bra and colorful panties that reminded me of a stick of Fruit Stripe gum. I looked away, but couldn't keep my eyes off them as they kept stripping. Ecks was making some melody with his mouth—was it supposed to be a porno soundtrack? It was hard to focus on it. When Renee removed her bra, I could see her tits weren't much bigger than mine, a firm B cup maybe. Her nipples were huge, though, like cherry pink breasts on top of her breasts. My eyes strayed away from her, of course, when Ricky took his black pants down to his knees and then, with neither ceremony nor any sense of suspense, just dropped his boxers to meet his slacks. His faint brown cock was cute. It had probably filled out from excitement but had yet to even get semi-stiff, hanging close to his testicles, which had tightened up into a rust-colored pouch between his legs; the cold had probably done him no favors. I'm sure guys don't want to hear their dicks are cute, but I like cute ones as much as the drool-worthy ones. "You have a new fan," Renee told Ricky. I looked to her with embarrassment, realizing I had been staring at her boyfriend's tool, and I caught her right as her panties dropped down her hips to her ankles. She wasn't tan all over, I noticed, most of her body was as pale white as mine, especially her breasts and pelvis. I was also a little glad to see another girl didn't shave, although she obviously did a fair share of maintenance on the dark brown curlies between her hips. "Not my finest hour," laughed Ricky, flopping his dick up and down with two of his fingers. It was gaining a little bit of girth—I caught the slightest impression before shame made me look away. "Why are you still shy, Penny?" asked Ecks, slapping his hands together. It popped back into my head that I had put Renee and Ricky on the spot, made them get naked, and they had done so to get me naked. If I had had time to think it through a little more, I might have started stripping while they were doing so. Now I was left as the only one dressed, all eyes on me. "Hurry up, girl!" said Kismet, giggling with a shaking breath. "I'm about to get frostbite out here! And I don't want frostbite on some of these places." I could have gone back in the cabin. I thought about it during those infinite seconds while I just stared at them and thought about what I was about to do or not do. I lifted my arms, held them close to my head like I was trying to protect it from a falling rain—or the glare of others—and I pictured myself wimping out, going back inside, welshing on the bargain I hadn't meant as a bargain. I would probably have to give up on my plan to get with Ecks. Then again, I wasn't sure stripping my clothes off and standing next to my competition was going to get me anywhere. Fuck it, I thought, even mouthed the words before I reached down and peeled my sweater up. I trembled all over, not entirely owing to the cold, as I held my sweater on one arm and pulled the jersey I wore underneath up as well. I had on a black sports bra underneath, but it was the feel of the bitter chill on my skin that held my attention and not revealing so much skin outside. "Guys, do you hear a ranger coming?" asked Ricky. Renee slapped him and they all laughed at my expense as I slowed down stepping out of my fuzzy socks. I kept on, unbuttoning my khakis, sucking in an anxious breath, and working them down my thighs. "Are those Victoria's Secret? Nice," Ecks said. They all kept laughing and I nodded like it didn't bother me. Nothing to do but fake it. "I think they're Victor's Secret," said Renee, making them all laugh more, but Kismet told them to be nice. They weren't ugly panties, but they looked more like Ecks' underwear, laceless, dark black, and covering more, than Kismet's girly garments. "You're hanging onto your clothes?" I looked back to Ecks and didn't know what to say. All of my clothes were still in hand, and I never let my khakis touch the ground. They had worked my mind to paranoia and defensiveness so I didn't even know what to say. "She's smarter than we are," Kismet told them. "All of our stuff is wet. I just threw it in the snow like an idiot." "Fuck, so did I," chuckled Ecks. I stole another glance at his stiffy while he looked at his wet clothes lying on the white ground—although "stiffy" was quickly losing its accuracy as the cold leeched the lead out of his girder. I had bundled up my outer clothes and held them like a bulky pillow between my knees as I reached behind me, burning hot in spite of the temperature, and removed my bra. This was it, no doubt, always the moment of terror when undressing for a boy for the first time—these tiny tits of mine. I had always assumed they looked better in a bra or under a sweater than out in the open, even if the shape was kind of attractive, and out here I had no dark room to hide the truth about them, nothing but sunlight for another couple of hours. I let my bra fall away and kept my eyes on the snow under my bare feet while their faces tried not to look surprised or disappointed. Ecks already knew I had small breasts, he had had his hands on them enough times, but in the same way I had remembered his cock being smaller until I saw it again, I assumed he was probably remembering my tits as bigger. Girls like Kismet had melons, I had crab apples. It's all a roll of the dice. My self-indulgent body issues didn't last for another few seconds, though, since Ricky began to wonder out loud, "Did I lock us outside? Shit... can you try the door, Pen?" All of us went ghost-white, and outside naked in the freezing snow, that was quite a feat. Renee told Ricky that wasn't funny, but I hobbled to the door, topless and wearing just my underwear, while I wrapped my bra up with my other clothes, to try it anyway. Thank god, it did open. Ricky laughed loud while Renee thumped his arm a few times, jiggling all over for her audience. "That would have been so funny—" "Oh, fuck you. I would have made sure your dick was the first thing to freeze up and fall off." "I think it's too close to the body," said Ecks. Kismet gasped as she smiled. I threw my clothes inside and turned the handle, making sure the door wasn't locked, as I closed it again. Ecks told Ricky, "I've seen them small before, but I didn't know they made 'outies' and 'innies.'" Ricky looked down at himself while trying not to laugh, then shook his head. "It's getting there. Renee, vouch for me here... I would say 'fuck you,' dude, but I never say that to a naked man. That's my policy." "Girl, you're still overdressed," Renee told me, brushing her straight dark hair behind both ears. She seemed astoundingly lacking in self-consciousness, just standing there with everything on display, not toying with the boys like Kismet, just comfortable as she was. There was no way I could be her. "I suggest you just do this and then we can initiate ourselves in the snow... then get back inside. Before someone does show up." "'Initiate'? Damn, I love the way you talk, baby." "You know, my brother actually might strike out with his babe and come back... any time now..." Ecks said. I hadn't planned on going any further—I hadn't planned on being called out on it either. I stood there, caught in the headlights, my trembling fingers just hanging at my side. "C'mon, you guys, you're putting Penny on the spot," Kismet said. Of all people, she had to come to my defense. "I think she's plenty brave already. Like you said, Michael, the Polar Bear Club doesn't do it naked." Michael? Everybody called him Ecks. Something about the fact she called him by his name, like that was their special intimacy, it just... argh. "I was just stopping to figure out if I had locked the door or not," I said. Pride or jealousy, something was pushing me forward, taking all of the responsibility out of my hands. Besides, I told myself, I wouldn't be the only one naked—only the last one. I thumbed my panties down a little, fumbling more than enticing, and they bunched together until they were like a black loincloth wrapped around my hips. Every freckle on my body seemed to stand out like dots left by markers on my white skin. Every hair stood straight up, and if my brown coif hadn't been cut like a emo band's lead singer, it probably would have stood straight out like I had been filled with electricity. I looked up, looked all of them in the eyes, as I slid my panties down over my ass, down my thighs, and let them fall. I tried to stand casual, but the joke was on me; I was just not a "casually standing around naked" girl. The way they were staring, they made me look down in case my pussy was glowing red, but it was just as white as the rest of me. My black pubic hair was grown out a little more than I liked, all twisted together like a Brillo pad, but it gave me a little more cover down there than Kismet had. The Polar Bare Club She clapped her hands. Yeah, I had really shown her. Just when I thought I couldn't be any more sick of her, Kismet said, "Yay! Everybody's naked!" I shook my head and shivered. Shit, how had she been standing out here like this for five or ten minutes now? I huffed out another barely visible breath, moved from one foot to the other, and hoped it looked casual that my hand was hanging between my legs as I waited for someone to do something. They were all grinning like kids who just learned how to swear. I may have been smiling, too, but I don't think I was. Ecks jumped backwards, throwing himself like into a pool, didn't even look, and landed on his back. I had never seen a cock swing about so obscenely. Oh, I liked it more than I ever wanted to tell anyone. I was laughing under my breath, Kismet howled, and Ecks cried out from the shock of suddenly cold on his back, legs, arm, probably between his ass cheeks as well. He couldn't help but laugh, but it was that kind of laugh like someone being tortured by tickling. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Bad idea... baaaaad idea..." Kismet tip-toed over, still jiggling all over, and fell forward right beside him. She had been smart enough to use her hands to break her fall at least. She screamed, high-pitched, falling into laughter at the end, but if a cop had been nearby, he still would have hurried to rescue her. Probably wouldn't have been disappointed either, seeing her quivering ass as Kismet writhed in the snow and shook all over. It was Ricky who made the biggest mistake of all of us, leaping on the other side of the shoveled walk and hurling himself face-down into the snow. He yelled out and grabbed his balls and, well, it was generally pretty easy to figure out where he had gone wrong. By the time Renee reached him, walking as if she were wearing snowshoes, he was laughing, too. She covered her mouth, took a deep breath, then just fell to her knees. The snow had reached halfway up her shins before she lowered herself, halfway up her thighs afterwards. She began to whitewash Ricky, dumped handfuls of snow over him, until he grabbed her and dunked her down onto her back. Renee screamed while wearing a huge smile. I walked down the walk, reaching a spot between both couples, then decided to walk out toward Kismet and Ecks. They were still adjusting to the cold, hadn't started touching each other yet, and maybe I hoped to prevent that. I could hear Renee and Ricky squeal and shout behind me, but I found myself watching Ecks, taking in the sight of his cock. It had stopped shrinking, despite the fact he was in the snow, and even seemed to be getting harder again. I was lost in the sight, wondering how erections worked in the most technical sense, when I caught sight of his eyes staring back at me. I had almost forgotten I was naked, too. "You have such a killer body, Penny," he said. His voice had been like a low growl, maybe a whisper between the two of us. On the other side of him, Kismet ruined our moment by inching closer to him, draping her hand across his belly. Christ, I thought with anger, his dick was just below her arm. "Aw, I don't have a good body?" "Are you kidding?" he said. His smile grew to reach both ears. "You are really fucking hot, Kismet." "Too hot," I agreed. I kicked snow on her. Wow, who the fuck was I? She looked up at me, shivering, shocked, and I smiled back at her. I hadn't meant it as friendly when the impulse struck me, but it took real brass balls to own my anger when she was being nice—and as anyone could tell right then, I didn't have them. "Someone who lives in a glass igloo shouldn't be kicking snow," Ecks said to me, and then his hands reached out and latched onto my calves, pulling me toward him. I stumbled and fell forward, landing beside him in the snow. I was cackling with laughter as the cold bit into my bare skin. Without expecting it, he pressed his attack, his body squeezing into mine, slapping at me with gusts of snow, soaking and freezing me at the same time. As much as the touch of ice kept my attention those first few seconds, I lost all focus on it as I felt the warmth of his body on mine. His arms were holding mine at my side. His knee was driving itself into my hip. For fuck's sake, his dick was right there, dangling over me, the head brushing my tight belly twice before I realized what was happening. I stopped breathing. I felt somewhere between being attacked and being fucked in the most welcome way. If I moved in the slightest way, I would be squeezing my body into his or opening my legs, and if I opened my legs, I was afraid of how far it would go. Ecks' hand moved south, scooping snow against my back, continuing all the way down. It felt as if he was building a wall of snow under my backside, until I pushed back and crushed it—trapping his hand right underneath my ass. Oh, shit, I could feel the tips of his finger right there at the breach of my ass. My breath shook coming out of my lungs, forming a faint silver cloud between his face and mine. The moment shattered as naked Kismet knee-walked over around my head and started dumping snow into my face and hair. I screamed, not in the fun way, and shook my head to keep the water out of my eyes. "Stop! Stooop!" She continued to laugh and I wondered if she could tell I was serious. When she suddenly stopped piling on the snow, it was because Ecks had caught both of her hands with his own. "You want some? You want some, too?" Kismet yelped again as she tried to retreat and fell back into the snow, with Ecks leaping after her. As the final indignity, I was raising my head when he bounced off me and—good god, how humiliating—his semi-stiff cock smacked right into my forehead. If he noticed, it didn't stop him from chasing his new friend. I rolled onto my belly, mostly to cover myself, and stared after them. Ecks had Kismet on her back, just as he had had me, but she had no worry about sending him the wrong impression. Her legs were spread wide, spread eagle wide, right out here in the sunlight, and while the pose would have been unmistakably sexual in any other context, she seemed to be thinking nothing of it as he had one knee pressed against her inner thigh and he leaned over her, his hands holding hers out to her side. I sniffed and cold water ran down my face and I felt all of the heat quickly leaving me. I stared right between Kismet's legs and—I couldn't say for sure she just didn't have a very expressive pussy, but it did look like she was enjoying her captivity as much as Ecks was. His hard-on was snapping into an action pose, jutting out at a sharp angle to his body, but they still had some sense of innocence in the way they played. I thought of a thousand different things I could do, and the boldest was to go over and jump on his back—but I couldn't convince myself it was worth it. If I had to fight for him, wasn't it just another way to say he didn't want me? I sat up, my thighs pressing against my chest, my arms wrapped around my legs, and I sniffed in a way that sounded too much like crying. Just a runny nose because of the cold, of course. I looked away from their sensual horseplay and saw Renee and Ricky doing much the same. He had her on her belly, just as I had been a moment ago, but his fingers were pinching the hell out of her nipples as she squirmed underneath him. His erection was raging, trapped between their two bodies, staring at me whenever he lifted himself up enough for me to see it. It was like his erection was warning me I could be next. I waited, watched, couldn't guess if Ricky and Renee would be worked up enough to just give up all pretenses and fuck each other right there. I stared long enough that Renee looked up and caught me watching, and that reminded me they were having a private moment, even if it was out here in public. I saw Ecks burying Kismet in the snow on the other side me, never getting her too covered before she would shake her way free. He did seem to love piling snow onto her tits, pressing it in with his hands, feeling those diamond-like nipples against his palms. Of course he liked wrestling with her. She had a great body. She actually had a great personality—at least a personality a guy would find attractive. She didn't care that she was out here naked, right in the middle of the woods, right where all of us could see, and all the while I was shivering my skinny ass off and still worrying about covering up. I couldn't steal a man from a girl like that. Then, while I watched, she reached down and grabbed his cock. Both of them were surprised, but she only laughed. She didn't let go. I got up, sighed out my disappointment, and went back to the cabin. "Penny?" I ignored my name and kept on until I reached the door. I opened it and welcomed the burst of warm air the fireplace had left in the room. I closed the door behind me, might have slammed it, and started to dig through the pile of clothes I had left on the little round rug. The door opened and the sunlight hit my ass as I was bending over in a less-than-flattering position. Renee and Ricky were standing behind me, trembling all over. I clutched the bundle of clothes across my waist and wished it could hide my tits as well, standing up to try to meet them with some false sense of normalcy. Yikes, I noticed with a passing thought that the snow had chipped away at whatever size Ricky had managed. Behind them, Kismet and Ecks were coming in as well—way too close to each other to get my approval. I held my clothes closer, as if all of them hadn't already seen everything. Like all five of us weren't still naked. "Why did you come back—" "Good idea, I was starting to ice up out there," said Renee, giving me a bright smile. I didn't think about it until later and appreciate she was covering for me. She must have known I was feeling humiliated. Either that or she really was freezing her nipples off. "Boy, does that fire look good or what? I might just jump right inside." She and Ricky shuffled right past me, dripping water all over the floor, and I half-turned to watch their asses scoot across the floor, then realized I was showing my own to Ecks and Kismet behind me. I put my hand on it. "You're turning blue," Ecks said. He stepped closer and touched my shoulder, but I pulled away from him. He laughed it off. "You should get under a blanket to keep from freezing to death. Or... I guess you can cuddle up with someone." For just a moment, I started to think things might turn around—then Kismet jumped up behind Ecks and wrapped her arms around him. She laughed while she kept her eyes on me. I wondered if she really was evil, if her surface sweetness was just a brilliantly performed act. I smiled wanly and shrugged my shoulders. "I think I'll just put my clothes back on..." "Not like that... I would think." I followed Ecks' gaze to my ball of clothes and soon realized what he meant. I had gotten smothered in snow outside, which turned to water on my skin even before I got inside. I had been in such a hurry to cover myself I had doused them. It looked like my pants had gotten the worst of it. "I'll get towels for everyone! I've got some towels in my bag!" Kismet darted up the stairs, I'm sure just desperate to help us out; I wished I could tear my eyes off of her jiggling ass. Ecks didn't do any better, I noticed. If it was a contest, I was pretty sure I had lost. I stood aside, with my back to the wall, until Kismet came back down. She only had three towels, but gave one to me, one to Renee and Ricky, and the last she sacrificed to Ecks. It might have been generous, I thought, if she hadn't been left showing off her tits and snatch. She stuck out her ass toward the fire, still shivering all over, and Ricky reached out to smack it. It made her jump and squeal, two of the things she excelled at; I had to believe Ricky was going to get punished in some less-than-subtle way for that by Renee. The two were on the short couch I had been sitting on before, the thick towel they had been given covering both of them. I put my clothes down by the stairs and tried to dry myself. I was soon the only one with a towel all to herself, since Ecks waved Kismet over to share his. "We left all our clothes outside," said Renee, and everyone but me laughed. I had brought mine inside, for all the good it did me. "Good thing nobody's shy." "Penny, come here. C'mon over here," Ecks urged me. He patted the last seat on the sofa, beside him, on the other side from where Kismet had flopped down next to him. I could tell from the way her leg was sticking out of the towel that she must have had her knee right on top of his cock—unless it was lying on top of her leg. I couldn't tell from where I stood, and didn't want to know. Ecks slapped the seat again, harder. She giggled. "Penny... you know you want to." "Seems kind of crowded to me already," I said, trembling, my voice shaking from the cold. "No," said Ecks, glancing to Kismet while he wore a smirk. He looked back to me and added, "I'm sure there's room for three on this one." I thought about it. God help me, I thought about it. While I was never an adventurous girl in the bedroom, I might have been open to sharing a man with a sexual partner. But not Ecks. At least not with her. Her? No fucking way. I'm not an idiot either. One dick would only go so far shared between the two of us, and if Ecks were the most impressive fuck on the planet—enh, not quite—we might have both been satisfied by the time he was done. Since he was more modest, it would probably have meant he would have expected us to take ourselves home after he tapped out. No way I was going to let my first lesbian experience be with that flirty, conniving, too-sweet-to-be-real bitch. "I'm done with this," I said, sighing, and then dropping the wet towel on the end of the sofa. "All yours." I went upstairs, stopping long enough to pick up the bundle of clothes I had dropped. I didn't know how long it would take for them to dry, but I would have plenty of space up to lay them out, having the suite to myself. "Aw, Penny! Come back! Nobody's getting crazy!" Renee called out to me. I told her I was tired, a quiet enough voice that she might not have heard me at all, but I'm sure she knew the whole story already. I closed the door behind me and tossed my clothes onto the floor in front of the couch. I felt like falling apart. But what was the point? I rubbed my face with my cold palms until the motions alone warmed me a little. I had the whole place all to myself, at least that was going for me. A door with glass panels separated the living room of the suite from the bedroom, and out of curiosity, I had to see it for myself. Two beds, both on the smaller side of a twin, and both made up for guests. I wondered if I would get away with it if I crawled in and fell asleep. I probably wouldn't see Ecks for the rest of the night—but if I did, hey, maybe he'd have a chance to make up this awful evening to me. There was also a chance that David would come home in the morning and find me in his bed like some adult video version of Goldilocks. As I went back to the couch, I realized I had left my suitcase in the car. The car was out with David, wherever he was. Dammit! I had insisted on checking out the cabin to see the sleeping accommodations when we first arrived, and when Ecks and his brother had brought in their cases, I assumed I'd leave mine in the car so I'd have my selection of winter clothes for the skiing. I'd bring it in with my skis later, I told them—which would have been fine if David hadn't taken the car from the resort, leaving us to come back with Ricky and Renee. I growled out a frustrated sigh and looked around. I had a blanket, three or four of them were stacked on the dresser by the window. But I wasn't going to crawl naked under a blanket. I'm a kicker in bed, I would probably wake up to find any blanket on the floor. I found Ecks' suitcase and took the liberty of searching through it. I also took a football jersey with his name on the back, a great big number 7 on both sides. I slipped it on and, as expected, it dangled down to my thighs. It was probably big on Ecks, on me it made for a nice little nightgown. I crawled onto the couch with a blanket wrapped around me like a burrito. I laid down and let the warmth slowly seep back into me. I didn't want to think about prancing around out there with no clothes on, right in front of everyone. Modesty wasn't the problem, not that mine hadn't taken a bruising. Ecks had already seen me naked, I didn't give much thought to whether or not Ricky would have masturbation fantasies about me after this; he probably had spent more time committing Kismet's body to memory. It was her that really bothered me. Losing to her was bad enough, but I had stooped to her level. Stooped and then got beat at her game. You can lose or you can hold your head high and keep your dignity—but you can't do both. * * * I woke up to the sound of the Flying Burrito Brothers playing in Ecks' bedroom. "Wild Horses," I knew it better as the Stones recorded it. I wondered how far down his iPod playlist Ecks had gotten. He usually liked to put something on to play while he slept. When we were together he was going through a Doors phase. I hated trying to go to sleep while the "Light My Fire" keyboard solo was playing, but eventually I got used to it. Was Ecks back in his bedroom? He had to be, right? ...If the music was playing. I stood up and went to the bathroom down the hall. The light wasn't bright, but it had me squinting. I sat down and leaned forward, elbows on my knees. I realized after a moment I was trying to hear if anybody else was awake. I couldn't even hear the music from the bathroom, but I thought I should be able to hear it if Ecks was sticking it in my rival with any real enthusiasm. What time was it? For all I knew I had been asleep for hours. I washed up and went back toward the suite. I stopped by the door to the other suite and leaned against it. If the door opened, I would fall into their room, but my big concern was eavesdropping. Nothing. Nothing at all. It made me happier than it should have. It wasn't proof he hadn't fucked her. I pulled at the bottom of my borrowed football shirt and went back to the suite on the other side of the hall. Inside, after closing the door behind me, I noticed my panties hanging on the doorknob. I yanked my hand away in disgust before I thought they had to be mine. They looked like mine. They sure didn't belong to Ecks or his brother. I grabbed them and wadded them up, took them back to the couch. I didn't know what to do with them, but I wasn't about to leave them hanging like some weird trophy. Ecks had probably brought them back just to be nice. Ecks had brought them back. I lay on the couch for a moment, wondering if he had been with her and come back or if he had just come to bed. I wished I knew what time it was. I sorted through my clothes and looked for my cell, but I had left it in my purse, locked in the trunk ever since we had gone skiing, and taken along with everything else I had when David borrowed the car. There was silence in the bedroom. His playlist had come to an end, most likely—but I didn't notice how quiet it was until his iPod started up again. I looked toward the doors to the bedroom and saw the faint light of a screen through the glass squares, just after I recognized the song that started up as Pink Floyd's Animals. His brother had turned Ecks into a Pink Floyd fan, after years of David being the music student and Ecks the mentor. I didn't like all of their albums, but this one had been easy for me to get into. If he was starting an album, maybe he planned on being up all night.