The Snow Bunny

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It was busy at the North Side Café in Vail, Colorado . The breakfast rush was on in force. The wait was twenty five minutes, and the lobby was packed. Every table was filled with people waiting to fill their bellies before they headed up for a day of skiing. I was running myself ragged, but I was making decent money. The secret to getting good tips is not so much great service as it is great personality. Joke with them, laugh with them, and they?ll tip big almost every time. Table thirty was a four top, and Vanessa our hostess had just seated a foursome of cute little snow bunnies. I went over to introduce myself. ?I?m Stacy, I?ll be your server today, can I start you with some juice?? They were in their early twenties, I reckoned. Each dressed in pink snow gear, stretch pants and cute sweaters. ?Hi, Stacy,? one of them said. ?I?m Teri, that?s Meg, that?s Chelsea, and that?s Bree.? She had short blond hair, and a blinding smile. I waved hi to them, and immediately forgot their names. They ordered omelets and fruit salads, along with juice, and I rushed off to put the order in and see to the rest of my tables. When I finally got their food back to them, the first one I talked to asked me what I was doing that night. I shrugged, knowing I didn?t have anything planned. ?Well, we?re having a party at my dad?s condo tonight. Just some people and some booze and some fun. We thought you might want to join us.? ?Me?? ?Yeah,? one of the others said, the one sitting next to the first one. ?We thought you looked like fun.? ?Okay, well, I?ll have to think about it,? I said, laughing uncomfortably and immediately dismissing the idea, in fact totally forgetting it as I walked away to continue working. I gave them their check when they were done, and ran their four debit cards. I handed their credit slips to them and thanked them for coming in, then I ran off to table 12, which had been waiting a long time to order. Their table was bussed, and I gathered their credit slips. They tipped generously, and they?d left a little note on a napkin. There was an address on the note, and underneath the words, ?Eight o?clock. See you then!? Unsure of what to do, I shoved the napkin in my pocket, thinking that I?d decide later. I got home that night around four. I got undressed, wanting to take a shower, when I noticed a piece of paper in my jeans pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the note the snow bunnies had left me, telling me about the party. What the hell, I thought. I don?t have to work tomorrow. And it might be nice to get out of the house, and remember what it?s like to be a functioning member of society again. Plus, maybe there might be some cute guy who would take notice of me, and maybe I might actually get an evening of sexual fulfillment that didn?t involve my purple dildo. So I cleaned my condo, watched a little TV, and around seven o?clock, I got bahis siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) dressed and got ready to go to this party. Nothing special, just jeans and a tight sweater. I stopped on the way and got a case of Coronas and a bag of limes at the grocery store, and found my way to the address the girl had left on the napkin. I got there just after eight, accompanied by my box of Coronas and limes. There were a bunch of cars parked around front, so I knew I was in the right place. When I got to the door, I could hear loud music and people shouting. I rang the bell and waited in the cold for a few moments. The door opened and the girl who opened it took a moment to recognize me. ?Stacy, right?? she said, and I nodded. She let out a squeal and put her arm around me. ?I didn?t think you were gonna come!? she said, grabbing the box of Coronas and ushering me inside. Immediately I felt out of place. All the kids in this condo were easily ten years younger than me. They were playing music I didn?t know, dancing, milling about drinking, and laughing. They all looked fresh faced and exhilarated from their day on the slopes. I had never felt so old in my life. I followed the girl into the kitchen, where we put the beer in the fridge and the limes on the counter. ?Teri,? she said, extending her hand again and conveniently reminding me of her name. ?I?m so glad you showed up.? ?Me too,? I said, trying not to show how uncomfortable I was as clearly the oldest person in the room. Teri had obviously already had a few beers. She was wearing black stretch pants and Ugg boots, and a loose white sweater covered her largish breasts. Her dirty blond hair hung around her shoulders. She had a few extra pounds on her, but nothing unattractive. Still hadn?t gotten rid of the freshman fifteen, I figured. ?Bree?s gonna shit herself,? she said, then called at the top of her voice, ?Hey, Bree!? I recognized the girl who walked into the kitchen. She had been at the breakfast table this morning. She was skinnier and smaller than Teri, wearing jeans and a pink tank top. She had brown hair which was piled on top of her head, and she was holding a bottle of Coors Light. When she saw me, her face lit up, and she squealed just as loud as Teri had when she opened the door for me, ?Oh, my god,? she said, ?you came!? She put her arm around me and hugged me. She looked over at Teri and pointed a finger at her, ?You owe me five bucks,? she said.* Teri laughed. ?Well,? she said, ?Mi casa, su casa. Everyone here?s pretty cool. Have fun!" Bree ushered me around the party, introducing me to everyone. As in the restaurant, there was no way I could remember everyone?s name, so I didn?t even try. I did remember the other two girls from breakfast. Meg, the blond pretty one who was clamped onto the arm of a nice looking guy named Ray. And Chelsea, who was probably the drunkest one at the party.* canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) I mingled, I flirted. I wondered if any of these guys would be interested in me, and entertained the notion of having sex with a guy ten years younger than me. After I?d been there a few hours, and was more than a little drunk myself, the party started dying down. Not because people were bored or leaving, but because they were passing out from too much alcohol. We?d had two pukers, and one girl who started crying who was ushered to a room on the top floor. Kids. Can?t hold their liquor, for sure they?re not going to fuck a thirty year old woman. I was contemplating going home, preparing to sober myself up to drive, when Teri grabbed me and said they were all going to get in the hot tub. ?I didn?t bring a suit,? I said. ?That?s okay,? she told me. ?You can wear one of mine.? She hustled off to grab the extra suit, and I wondered how well it was going to fit. Teri was shorter than me, and although she had large breasts, mine were bigger. My hips were wider too. When she came downstairs and handed me a zebra print bikini, it only took a moment for me to realize that it was too small, but the idea of a hot tub sounded pretty good, and I was too drunk to really care at that point. I went into the downstairs bathroom and started taking off my clothes. I folded them and laid them in a neat pile on the counter, hiding my bra and panties in a pocket of my jeans. I put on Teri?s bikini, which was just as small as I?d feared it was. The top barely covered my breasts, and left a lot of skin exposed. The bottoms were better, covering my crotch, but constantly threatening to creep up my crack. I congratulated myself on trimming down there the day before. You never know. I shrugged and threw a towel around myself, and found my way to the room off the living room, lined in cedar, where the hot tub was bubbling and steaming. All the snow bunnies from this morning were there, accompanied by three boys. Teri and her boyfriend Ron, Chelsea and a guy named Peter, Meg and Ray. I took off my towel, and they all wooed and cat-called when they saw how small it was. Too drunk to be completely embarrassed, I posed a couple times, and then slipped into the tub next to Bree. We talked, we laughed, I tried to keep up with their jokes and inside humor, but I wasn?t doing too well at it. At a lull in the conversation, I took the initiative. ?So what school to you guys go to? University of Colorado?? A round of giggling filled the hot tub. ?No,? Teri said, ?We go to high school. In Denver.? ?High school!? I said.* ?It?s okay,? Meg said, ?We?re seniors.? This whole time I?d taken them for twenty-somethings. Stupid college kids doing what stupid college kids do. But they were in high school? I suddenly felt really uncomfortable and really old. These kids weren?t ten years younger canlı bahis (http://www.champavo.com/) than me, they were closer to fifteen. The fact that they were eighteen didn?t change the fact that they were all drunk, and as the only legal adult here, I would probably be held responsible if anything bad happened to any of these kids. But again, I was too drunk to care too much, and I was already in the hot tub, and people were constantly bringing me new beers. It wasn?t long before boys and girls were kissing. The conversation kept going, but every now and then a pair would drop out, all their attention invested in their other. Things were getting amorous. The first pair to leave were Chelsea and Peter, saying that they were tired. Ray and Meg stood up next, but instead of making some lame excuse, Ray stood up and patted his flat stomach and said, ?Well, I think my girlfriend and I are gonna go have sex.? Meg blushed and giggled while those left in the tub wooed. He helped her up and out of the tub. They wrapped towels around each other and waved good night and left the room. That just left Greg and Teri and Bree and me. We talked a bit longer. We had more beers. Before long Teri and Greg were kissing, which made things kind of awkward for me and Bree. We looked at each other and smiled sheepishly, and drank our beers. I was contemplating getting up and leaving when I felt Bree?s hand on my leg. I looked up at her. She was smiling devilishly, and she blinked slowly at me. It was not hard to guess what she wanted. And I don?t know what came over me, but when she moved in to kiss me, I let her. I had never kissed a girl before. I had never so much as wanted to kiss a girl before. I had never even entertained the notion. It wasn?t that I thought it was wrong or sinful or anything, it just wasn?t something I was interested in doing. But now that I was actually kissing Bree, it felt good. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the mood, but it felt good. Not right, but good. We kissed with lips closed two or three times, but then she opened her mouth and licked at my lips with her tongue and I opened mine to let her in. I let go. I relaxed my spine and sunk into the tub and let Bree kiss me. It was very nice. But when her hand crept up from my leg and rested itself on my breast and then squeezed gently, something went off inside me.* This is wrong! This is bad! You have to stop this! You?re not gay!* Sheepishly, I pulled away from her, breaking the kiss. The disappointment was plain on her face, but she seemed to understand my discomfort and allowed me to recoil. ?That was hot, you guys,? came Teri?s voice from across the tub. Teri and Greg had been watching us. Greg?s eyes were hooded, and it was obvious that she was jacking him off. ?Oh, my God,? said Bree, whose hand had retreated back to my leg. ?You?re not going to spunk in the tub are you?? ?I will if she keeps going,? Greg said. ?Gross!? Bree said. Teri stopped working on Greg and said in a big dramatic voice, ?Maybe if I sat up and he spunked on my tits, would that be better?? Bree laughed at this and said, ?Just go to your room!? Teri stood up.