Ms. Orchards Second Night in the Cabin
Julie Orchard lay in her bed; she was dissatisfied, not only with being snowed into a cabin but with her life. Only five years ago she had been in the Olympics, a rising star, and had been performing the routine of her life. The routine would have locked in at least silver for her team and may have gotten her onto the stand as well. Instead she landed badly, destroyed her knee and adding insult to the career ending injury, the loss of her points and a teammate’s bad performance left her off the podium and out of gymnastics. Never one to quit Julie rehabbed her knee, kept in shape, graduated high school a year early and went to college for Phys. Ed. and sports management ready to pursue that medal as a coach.
Then… reality, she had been out of the brutally competitive world for too long and top talent didn’t want the unproven coach. So now she had two choices; giving up, which went against her nature, or working her way back to the top coaching spoiled suburban brats who didn’t give a shit about gymnastics and listening to their fat drunk suburban mothers blame her for their children’s talentlessness. Before she could even do that though she had to actually open a studio; and as it turned out that was even more expensive than she had thought. So for now she was coaching fucking cheerleaders.
To top it all off now she was trapped in a cabin for god only knows how long. The one bright side to all of this was that she had brought along only the girls she liked, and the equipment manager Jimmy. Jimmy had been forced to be an equipment manager after getting into some sort of trouble, but had proven quite adept at the role. He had quite literally been a lifesaver throughout the disaster. After the tire blew and the snow had started falling Julie and the girls had been on the edge of panic, but Jimmy stayed calm found the cabin and now they were warm and fed.
However Jimmy’s presence actually compounded her other problem, the fact that she was extremely horny. Julie had been an extremely sexual person since she had discovered masturbation at the age of fourteen and now she was suffering the longest dry streak in years and was in a situation where her only options were Jimmy, her fingers or cheerleaders. This left her understandably tempted to just fuck Jimmy’s brains out. After all she sometimes self-justified she was only four years older than him at 21 and would never be caught anyway. Hell she wasn’t even a teacher so if she was caught she would just be fired from a job she hated anyway.
She had been thinking along these lines as she had masturbated twice in the last twenty-four hours and she was beginning to imagine Jimmy’s cock once again as her hand began to creep its way toward her panties when a knock at her door chased away the reverie. “Fuck” she muttered checking her watch “what the hell” she said seeing it was after two in the morning. Walking to the door she thought that if this was Jimmy she was going to use him to finish what he interrupted.
Opening the door she was both relieved and disappointed to find Brie at her door. “What do you need Brie” she asked.
“Looking good Ms. Orchard” Brie greeted stepping into her room. Confused Julie looked down at herself and furiously blushed when she realized she was wearing only skimpy panties and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Her blush deepened when she looked up and realized that Brie was wearing little more than she was. In a pair of very short shorts and a tank top similar to the one she wore.
“Sorry” she said pulling a pair of shorts on.
“Oh don’t be, nothing I haven’t seen before” Brie answered with a devilish glint in her eyes.
“Anyway” Brie continued “I couldn’t sleep and went to get a drink when I saw your light was on in here and thought I would see what you’re up to.” Julie found herself confused and slightly aroused at Brie’s flirtatious behavior, but she enjoyed the girls company, and she really didn’t think that masturbating again would actually help her relax anyway so she invited her to stay.
They sat chatting aimlessly for awhile when Brie leaned towards her and said in a conspiratorial whisper “The real reason I came in here is because I hate smoking alone.” She said pulling a small baggie holding several joints out of her pocket.