The sun streamed in through an inch wide gap in the curtain. Like a projector it cast its light, illuminating a single strip of the room. Dust particles glittered as if they had only come into existence when they passed into it, and were no more when they passed out the other side. It bounced off the wooden flooring and the walls, and was absorbed by the white linen of the bedspread.
The bedroom door was ajar and opened into the rest of the log cabin. Two wine glasses, two soup bowls, a book, and the crease of body shapes on the white rug could be seen next to the now extinguished fire. This curtain-less room revealed the most light; it streamed in as if through slightly brown tinted windows, refracting off the wooden surfaces and the leather furniture that was strewn about in careful disarray. The large open fireplace, its centrepiece; grey, natural brick with black innards from many fires in the past, held the ashes from that of the night before. It was cold, but was destined to be a warm day, especially where the girls were going, up the mountain.
A clock ticked by the bedside table, but other than that and the faint and muffled birdcalls from outside, not a sound could be heard. The girls were both asleep but in this bedroom the sheets remained cold and tightly tucked into the mattress. They had both taken the master bedroom the night before, shortly after we left them last.
The curtains in their room were tightly closed but had they been awake they would have known of the suns morning glory. Exhaustion, however, was causing them to have a much-needed lie-in, a rarity for both the girls.
Jennie slept in her usual pyjamas; Claire wore the long shirt that used to belong to her Dad before he passed away. To the observer they would have been just a normal couple that had shared the same bed many nights previously.
Claire stirred in her sleep. Her body shifted and her hand came into contact with Jennie's shoulder. They were not facing each other and for a second she was unsure as to who shared her bed. As she became more awake the memories of the night before flooded back to her and an initially startled Claire relaxed into the bed thinking of Jennie.
Her thoughts were primarily driven by her fear of what she was getting into. In her heart it felt right and she couldn't understand why she had never seen love in this way for Jennie before. Throughout the night before, so lost in passion, neither of the girls had expressed any feelings as to whether they saw it as a one-night-stand, or whether it should progress.
Claire felt sure that the passion still existed, it certainly did for her, and she knew that she would like to explore it more throughout their time in the cabin. She was unsure about afterwards though; unsure about how she would feel when they returned to the world, unsure of how her friends would react if she were to tell them and unsure of whether she wanted a lasting relationship with another woman. Primarily though, she was unsure about how Jennie would feel when she woke up.
She looked at her friends' hair in the half-light of the room, and rubbed it between her fingers. Her awakening the previous evening gave her an inner glow that she had not felt for some time. "Since the last time I made love" she thought to herself, thinking only of Jennie's soft touch and not the man she had been with then.
"Wow" was her final thought before her clock radio switched itself on and one of Norah Jones' sweet lullabies filled the room.
Jennie woke up. She yawned and stretched out her legs, unaware of Claire's presence next to her. Claire gently rested her hand on Jennie's head and Jennie now understood why she felt so good, and remembered kissing her lover goodnight.
She didn't immediately move but whispered a tender good morning to Claire, who responded in kind. Both girls lay, listening to the soulful music filling the room until the song ended and then Claire reached out and turned off the alarm call.
Once they had risen, showered and had a light breakfast, they set about getting ready for the days skiing. They had already missed a good few hours but as it was early in the season they would not have to queue for the lifts which made it easier to get around the slopes.
It was not long before they were taking their first steps onto the snow. It wasn't powder but was soft nonetheless and the slopes were all open. To get to the first ski run they had a forty-five minute journey up in a modern, large and closed lift that was warm and comfortable for the ride, so now they felt ready for the journey down.
Jennie, having been to the resort many times before, knew all the good runs. She was sensible enough to know not to try the harder runs until the two of them had found their feet and so off they went down easy slopes towards the trees below. Jennie planned to take Claire all the way down to the bottom in one go; showing her the route home first, in case she needed to use it for some reason. After no time at all they were both gaining confidence, Claire had skid a few times in the past and was good at it, but not up to the level that Jennie was at.
The run began to get lower down the mountain and the girls entered the tree line. Soon afterwards Jennie veered off of it into the trees on a little makeshift run. She wound her way through a thin route, over small jumps, skimming the trees and back out onto the main track, still keeping up with Claire on the main route.
They smiled at one another and focused again upon the gentle slope ahead of them. There was not another soul to be seen, though other skiers were on the mountain. As they travelled the sun streamed through the trees in beams, sometimes catching them in the eye and momentarily stopping them from seeing where they were going. After a little corner, Jennie slowed so that the girls were side by side and switched one pole to the hand furthest from Claire. She then reached out and took hold of Claire's hand with the other. It was almost the first physical contact they had had all day.
The ease of the run allowed the girls to hold hands whilst they travelled through the trees. They passed two skiers who had stopped and bid them a good morning. Both wore radiant smiles on their faces as they travelled, hand-in-hand, down and down the gentle slope.
The crunch of the snow beneath their feet was all could be heard as the girls travelled, their turns in time with each other; a slow dance for two. The run opened and a slight breeze hit them, cooling the hot sun, below them they could see the village that the jeep was parked in. On the opposite hill, alone, stood their cabin, watching them knowingly as they rode.
Jennie pointed the cabin out to Claire and she smiled and nodded back to her friend. They had nearly reached the lowest point of skiing on the mountain now and broke their handhold to navigate the thinning run and the funnel to the turnstiles that would lead them to the ascent in the cable car.
They had a car to themselves. Jennie sat next to Claire and they looked out on the surrounding hills and the valley where the village was.
"I loved last night." Said Claire, taking the initiative to talk about it.
"Me too" replied Jennie, "I thought I'd feel bad this morning, but your touch on my head as I awoke made me feel differently."
"You were quiet when we went to bed, were you thinking about it?" Claire questioned.
"Yes and no, I was thinking about it much earlier than that but, to be honest, I was worried that you would put it down to just the wine and that would be the end. Like I said last night, I've thought about girls, and about you for some time. I've fantasised about you and I before last night, but I'd never thought about it for real. Umm, it wasn't something that I ever touched myself over before, until last night that is."
"So, why last night?"
Jennie then told Claire about her aunt. She had never thought she would tell anyone about it and let Claire know as much. She told the whole story, leaving nothing to Claire's imagination. She told Claire about the way she had looked when she was sitting on the rug, the curl of her hair when it was wet, and of what she was thinking when she was in the kitchen touching herself. She told Claire of her other kiss with a girl and of the multiple occasions when she had fantasised about girls; at work, at home, on the bus, practically everywhere. She also told Claire that eventually she wanted a boyfriend, husband, and then children, not a girlfriend, just so that her friend knew where she stood.
It took the whole journey back up the mountain to reveal all her inner feelings. As they reached the top Claire leant forward and kissed her square on the lips.
"I want the same, but that's not to say we can't be lovers for a time" she said, her face inches away from Jennie's. "Can we?"
"Please" said Jennie tenderly and the doors of the lift swung open.
The next run down was harder, steep and with large flat icy patches where many other skiers had turned in the same place and pushed all the snow into semi-soft mounds scattered about randomly. In places the girls were not able to turn because of the mounds in their path, afraid that their long skis may hit the moguls awkwardly and they would fall. Jennie faired much better than Claire and could shift her weight quickly between the moguls. Claire marvelled at her friend's agility and wished that she could carve as quickly and with such precision.
Eventually both the girls made it all the way down without falling over and as all the runs on this side of the mountain lead to the same large lift back up, they came, panting, to the cable car again.
Once again they had the car to themselves but chose to sit next to each other, their bodies pressed together. After a few minutes of regaining her composure Jennie took off her gloves, sunglasses, hat and jacket and turned to Claire. She smiled, her nipples becoming erect. She reached down and in almost one motion pulled her thermal vest up and over her head.
"Jennie" said Claire in surprise, "we can't, not in here!"
"Why not, said Jennie, we're alone for 45 minutes and where's better? It'll be kind of like the mile high club. Anyway, who said anything about sex."
She stood up. She was wearing a sports bra and her breasts hugged her body. Not only her nipples wanted to be released from the tight support they were within.
"Jennie!" repeated Claire, still shocked at her friend.
Jennie undid the back of her bra and let her subtle breasts fall free and then be seen in the sunlight. "Who's to see us?" she said and raised her hands above her head as if defying the whole mountain to look at their car. "There's no-one in front or behind us Claire" she said and began unbuckling her skiing pants.
Claire was stunned, her mouth opened. She had never seen Jennie like this before, had never sensed that there was an exhibitionist in her waiting to get out. She stood up and looked around quickly, ready to hide or to pull Jennie down if she even saw another soul. But Jennie was right; there was no one in sight. The cars in front and behind were empty, and as far as she could see up the line of the cars coming down towards them there was no one. She stood, looking at Jennie, her arms up over her head, her skiing pants and knickers pulled down to her feet and her bosom pulled up with her arms. She looked at her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her obliviousness to whether she could be seen or not, her freeness and she wanted to do it too.
She sat down and started to pull off her clothes. Jennie turned and looked at her, sat down and together the two girls frantically undressed. Everything came off, socks included, and pretty soon the two of them were standing, facing each other in the car, completely naked. Then, the two of them, as if reading the others thoughts began to jump up and down in the cable car and dance around it like primitive animals.
From the outside, the car was rocking, but the girls were oblivious to it. They were lost in their circling dance. Suddenly Jennie heard a creek and realised what they were doing to the cable car. She stopped abruptly and motioned for Claire to stop too. They could loose their ski passes for this she thought to herself and felt abruptly aware that she was naked in a public place. She began to laugh and so did Claire. They laughed out loud for some minutes and again were oblivious to their nudity.
Suddenly Claire noticed that the end of the cable ride was fast approaching and pointed upwards for Jennie to see that that was the case. The two frenzied girls hurriedly started to put their clothes back on. Claire got caught up in her trousers as she had ripped them off with such force and Jennie stopped what she was putting on to help her friend balance. They both shoved their bras and knickers into their pockets, only worrying about inside-out socks and an outer covering. Claire found herself in trouble with her socks, unable to get them the right way round to put on. Still topless she pulled her jacket on without her thermal vest and did it up. She pushed the vest into her pocket and was sure that when the doors to the car opened and she departed it flustered, the cable car operator, a young man, was winking knowingly at her, and she blushed.
The girls put their skis on quickly and sped away down the hill in the crouch position. Once the car operator could no longer see them, Jennie, who was in front and was showing off her curvaceous bum to Claire as she crouched, slowed quickly and fell over into the soft snow by the side of the run.
Claire collapsed next to her, almost crying with laughter. The tears on her face weren't caused by her laughter though, the sudden speed of their flight had left her without the glasses that were round her neck on a strap, and the wind had made her eyes stream.
"I've got no top on." Claire said through her laughs and Jennie doubled up in the soft snow.
After a while they were okay to go on and decided between them that they needed a soft run so that the wind chill didn't freeze them. Jennie led the way, taking Claire down a soft and very thin run that traversed the mountain through the trees.
Claire could feel the breeze through the zip in her jacket and the cold air in the hot day mixed with the exertions of their recent race felt cool and pleasant. Her nipples stiffened as she cut her way down the slope, Jennie just ahead of her, glad now to have her glasses on so she could watch her friends body move. She called to Jennie and Jennie slowed and spun on her skis so she was skiing backwards. Claire reached up and pulled the zip down and unclipped it. She propped her hands on her hips and travelled down towards Jennie laughing, her breasts out in the air and for all to see, if there had been anyone around.
Jennie stopped skiing and watched her friend. She wanted her so badly at that moment, her laughing girlfriend travelling down the slopes towards her with her jacket open. She laughed, and wished she had not put her own top on, but instead lifted her hands as if to catch her friend by the breasts.
Claire took the hint and slowed, pushing her knees inwards. Moving down the slope towards Jennie she lifted her jacket out like a cape and as she gently met her friend and Jennie's cold gloves met with her warm breasts she wrapped the jacket around Jennie and hugged her.
The two of them faltered and fell, collapsing on the ground together and laughing. Claire's top fell to one side and she came into contact with the cold snow. It felt wonderful to her for a second and then began to get cold and wet on her side. She sat up and did up her top and as she did, in the distance two young men came racing down the slope towards them.
They both stood up, feeling somewhat awkward, or amateurish, as these fine men sped towards them racing each other. Claire had pulled her zip up and turned to Jennie. She said "watch" and as the boys went passed she pulled her zip down again and pushed her breasts out at their backs as they sped off down the slope.
Jennie gently hit her friend, as if to say stop. Claire simply laughed again and began to re-buckle her skis. Jennie had kept hers on in the fall and was ready to go and soon they were off again. Claire thought to herself that she had never felt like she was feeling right at that moment. She had never exposed herself in public before. So much was new to her.
At the bottom the girls met the two young men who had passed them and had to share a car with them for the journey back up. They were of another nationality and so the two girls could not understand what they were raucously speaking about, but at a guess they were challenging each other to the next race. Claire and Jennie both tried not to look at each other or the boys for fear of laughing and so the journey went.
At the top the girls stopped for some food in another log cabin, a pub and restaurant, not quite as grand as Jennie's aunts cabin but lovely nonetheless. They indulged themselves with jacket potatoes stuffed with butter and coleslaw, a soft drink and a glass of white wine each. It was a windless day and they were above the height of the few clouds that scattered through the mountains. The sun was very hot and the girls relaxed and enjoyed its rays.
Claire retired to the bathroom and put her clothes back on while Jennie kept watch over the skis, then her turn came. When they had had enough of the lunchtime relaxation they once again set off down the slope and in thirty minutes had reached the bottom of it once again and were back in the cable car.
Again they were alone. As soon as it started and the automatic doors closed on them both girls immediately looked up and down at the row of cars to see where the nearest person was. They could make out the shapes of people getting onto a car two below them, but those people, travelling some hundred or so feet below them could not make them out.
Jennie took the initiative and quickly knelt down on the floor between Claire's legs and definitely out of sight of the other passengers. She smiled up at Claire, reached up and undid the button at the top of ski pants. She moved her body back to allow them to ride over Claire's hips. Claire closed her legs and lifted her bum slightly from the seat, glancing down to the car below to make sure no one was could see. Jennie pulled Claire's pants down to the top of her boots and pushed her thighs open. She moved her hands up Claire's silken legs and rested them on her thighs, moving her head in towards Claire's beautiful body. She pushed Claire's legs out more as her clothing and boots restricted them and brought her lips down to the folds between her legs. She kissed softly and deeply, allowing her lips to part other lips and gently stuck her tongue out to touch Claire's hardening clit. Claire's head went back as Jennie touched her there and she reached up and touched one of her own breasts over her padded jacket and thermal vest.
Jennie's tongue licked the outer wall of her, sending shivers running down Claire's spine. She pushed herself forward on the hard plastic seat, feeling it grip her bum as she moved. She looked out again, still very aware that she could be seen by a keen eye. Jennie pushed her tongue a little way into Claire and began circling further and further into her with it. She pushed one hand up under Claire's vest and over her bra and squeezed her nipple as she sucked and kissed on her wet lips.
Claire gasped, a flood of pleasure passing through her young body. She bucked her hips up slightly and slid a little bit further down, closing her eyes and still feeling her own breast from outside her jacket
Jennie toyed with her, kissing her opening whilst holding it open with one hand; licking in small circles around it and into it and over it and under it until Claire's breathing began to get heavier and the tell-tale signs of excitement began to grow in her.
Claire looked up and saw a person standing in the car two below. She couldn't tell from the angle whether they could see her and her lover but didn't want to take the risk and with her rising fear that she was being watched she pulled Jennies head up and said to her "stop, we're being watched."
Jennie stopped and Claire hurriedly pulled her trousers up.
They sat, side by side and Jennie placed her hand tentatively between Claire's legs again.
"Sorry, I can't do it being watched," said Claire, and Jennie nodded in tainted agreement.
"We'll just have to come up with a plan" she said mischievously and smiled at her friend.
Once at the top they raced down the slope, no longer enjoying the skiing as much as their solo flight in the cable car. The plan had been talked about and planned and they waited at the bottom for their opportunity. Seeing that no one was ahead or behind they climbed into a car and the doors shut. The car began to move off and immediately the girls ducked down and began to strip off.
Claire set the timer on her watch to thirty minutes and she placed it near to her. Jennie knew that the journey was forty-five minutes as she remembered timing it when younger; annoyed that it was time she didn't have skiing. Now, it was anything but too long a journey.
Once naked the girls dived on one another on the floor. The cold, hard pitted steel floor of the car was not warm but their body heat compensated for it. It was also wet, but not dirty, and soon they were sliding damp fingers over one another's bodies.
Jennie's hand dived down to between Claire's legs and began to finger her frantically. They were kissing and writhing in each other's arms like it was just ten minutes they had to satisfy their passion. Claire tugged at Jennie's breasts and pulled her close, feeling her own wet hair slide across the floor and her friends' wet body slide over hers. Jennie's hand left her friends pussy and pulled her leg up so that it wrapped around her own body.
Claire pushed her sex into Jennie's thigh and bit her lip softly. They panted together and kissed one another, opening their mouths and shoving their tongue into each other. Jennie pulled her friend on top of her and they rolled on the floor, becoming wetter as they did so.
Claire manoeuvred her leg so that it was over Jennie's and began moving her hips against Jennie's leg, her pussy pressed tightly onto Jennie's thigh. She propped herself up on her arms and watched her friend below her writhe on the cold hard floor as they moved their hips in unison against each other. She was fascinated with the breasts of her friend as they swayed under her. She watched Jennie's stomach mussels tighten and relax, her eyes closed, her body enjoying this touch that they were having together. She leant on one arm and with the other reached out to one of her ski boots, collecting a small amount of snow from it. She pressed the snow into a ball and gently rubbed it over Jennie's breast, watching it dissolve under the hot touch of the nipple it brushed against. Small trickles of water ran down off Jennie's breast randomly and fell from her body to the floor.
Claire then grasped Jennie under the shoulders and pulled her up. Jennie, sensing what she wanted, leant up on her forearms her eyes still closed and their breasts pressed together. Claire felt the coldness of Jennie's nipple and the water generated from the melted snow on her own body. She rubbed herself against Jennie, spreading the water between their bodies and delighting in the slipperiness of the two of them. Jennie felt her own deliciously cold nipple warm against the touch of Claire's own and the water cascade out of her belly button and off her midriff or between her legs as she leant forward.
Claire got up onto her knees and leant forward to suck Jennie's nipples. Her mouth and tongue explored Jennie's whole breasts while she swung her own legs around so that she was facing Jennie. Jennie lifted one leg to Claire's soft and confident movement and Claire pushed one of her legs under Jennie's. Claire then leant back, brought the other leg over Jennie's and quickly pressed forward. Her friend was still propped upon her hands with her eyes closed as she pushed her vagina in between Jennie's legs until it met with, and pressed against, Jennie's own.
Jennie's eyes opened and she looked down at the position that they both were in; legs intertwined, pussy's touching. Claire began to gyrate her hips, her eyes meeting Jennie's as Jennie realised what Claire was doing. Claire reached out and grabbed Jennies hip and then lay back down on the wet floor. Jennie groaned loudly, the feeling of another woman's sex against her own making her excitement swell instantly. She gyrated her own hips against Claire's feeling the wet hairs of their sexes brushing against one another and their pussy lips pressing into the others.
Their rhythm grew and the cable car creaked as they ground themselves into the others sex. They were both on their backs, moaning loudly, eyes shut, oblivious to the outside mountain and its skiers only thirty feet below them. The sun streamed in through the cable car windows and the wet patches on their chests began to dry with the heat of both it and their lovemaking.
Jennie grabbed hold of Claire's leg and pulled her hard, as if to pull her inside of herself. The orgasm was swelling in her, her friends pussy was touching her own and it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. It was growing .. growing.
Claire's own orgasm was also brewing fast within her. She felt wet and dirty and wrong and exhibitionist and sexy and warm and cold and horny and wanted to try so many things with this girl. She wanted to kiss her ass, and fuck her with toys and do it in a forest and in the rain. She wanted a threesome with a boy and a night wearing leather, and skinny-dipping and "ohhhhhhhhhhhh".
Claire cried out, pushing her pussy as far as she could into Jennie's. Jennie heard her but could not think. Her head exploded and a gush of pain and pleasure rushed in, coursing through her body like a bullet. Her heart pounded in her chest and the cold steel of the floor tore at her shoulders as she arched her back up violently in a tumultuous orgasm that pushed her head back and locked her jaw wide stopping the breath escaping her lungs.
Claire slapped her hand down on Jennie's thigh and roughly continued to gyrate her hips, continually pushing her pussy into Jennie's. Their orgasms shot through them, wild, primitive and ferocious. Their movements complemented the feelings they were having and they pushed and pulled at each other in wanton abandonment, lost in the roughness of their sex.
At last it subsided and the two girls lay there in a pile on the wet floor legs still intertwined. The sun streamed in through the windows as they lay, panting on the cold hard floor. A slight mist from perspiration left both their hot and spent bodies and the glass of the cable car returned it to water. After a few minutes, Jennie, with surprising clarity, wondered how she would ever ski down after what they had just done and the alarm on her watch went off as she thought about it.
Claire reached over, switched it off and slumped back down. With 15 minutes to spare there remained time to let the feelings flood out of them and some strength to return. She sighed loudly and lifted her arms over her head. The girls still gyrated into each other softly and enjoyed the rays of the sun on their naked bodies until the last minute then they dressed and departed the cable car. They didn't ski much more that day.
The end.
Once again, a huge thank you to all who responded to part II of this story. I enjoyed writing this one immensely and drew much inspiration from the ideas I was given. Please keep them coming, the next part won't be long in the writing. If you would like to contact me please do so at im_not_feeling_myself@hotmail.com