One Foot Onto the Ice (20 page)

Susan blushed. “What?”

Jenna stood up. “I want you to stand in front of this mirror and
look at yourself. Really look at yourself, Susan.” She smiled. “And then I want
you to walk into that bedroom with the confidence that your ridiculously sexy
body deserves.”

“I can’t, I’m—”

“Susan, stop. You’re sat on my toilet completely stark naked and
I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been. My fingers have been so close to you but
I’ve had to hold myself back. I want you Susan. I want to hold you and touch
you and,” she signalled to the red dots that had started to appear at the top
of Susan’s pubic area, “I want to kiss you better.”

Susan swallowed deeply. “Give me a minute.” She blushed. “And do
you by chance have some Savlon?”

Chapter Sixteen

Jenna pulled back the thick quilt on her bed and positioned
herself against the headboard. She reached across to the bedside table for one
of the chilled bottles of beer and started to sip, making sure she kept her
eyes fixed on the bathroom door. She felt nervous. Again. She’d been nervous
when Susan had first arrived at her room and now she was experiencing the same anxious
emotions, even though
she
was the one who’d just seen Susan at
her
most vulnerable. Jenna smiled to herself. The whole experience had only served
to endear her further. Susan Quinn was something special: in many different
ways.

Jenna took another sip of the ice cold beer and thought back to
the afternoon on the slopes. Their chairlift had stopped mid-mountain and the
girls had been five seats ahead with absolutely no idea of the quiet kissing
going on below. Susan had initiated most of it, which was also a nice surprise
for Jenna. She was coming out of her shell, and the woman Jenna saw emerging from
the awkwardness and the insecurity, was one of passion, adventure, and
mischief. Susan Quinn was a perfect match.

Jenna gulped quickly as the bathroom door started to open. She
placed her beer back down on the bedside table and stared straight ahead. She
had, in fact, dimmed the bedroom lights and the glow emerging from the bathroom
behind Susan made her vision appear somewhat ethereal.

Jenna gasped. “You have the perfect silhouette.”

Susan closed the bathroom door and stood still giving Jenna’s eyes
some time to adjust. “Just the perfect silhouette?”

Jenna couldn’t stop herself. She jumped off the bed and walked up
to Susan, taking hold of her arms and pinning them out to the sides as she
moved her backwards against the bathroom door. “No. You’re not a silhouette and
you’re no longer a shadow of yourself. You’re glowing, Susan.” She pressed her
lips against Susan’s neck. “You’re glowing so much that I’m not sure I can take
the heat.”

Susan allowed Jenna to kiss her deeply. “You’re too smooth,” she
whispered.

Jenna didn’t want to respond. She was caught up in the moment and
getting carried away. She pushed Susan’s arms above her head and took hold of
her wrists with her left hand, using her right hand to cup Susan’s face and
kiss her deeper. She pressed her body into Susan’s and parted her legs with her
own.

Susan winced.

Jenna pulled back from the embrace and moved Susan’s arms back
down to her sides. “You’re hurting?”

Susan shook her head. “Only at the front. I’ll be okay. Please,
don’t stop.”

Jenna placed one slow kiss on Susan’s lips before bending slightly
to kiss her collar bone, then her sternum, then across to the rise of her
breast and the peak of her nipple.

Susan breathed softly and tilted her head backwards against the
door. “That’s amazing,” she moaned, pushing out her chest and encouraging Jenna
to take more of her.

Jenna sucked on the nipple and flicked it roughly with her tongue.
It was taking so much restraint to remember that it was Susan’s first time and that
she ought to be gentle. Her temptation was to turn her around, press her into
the wall, and fuck her hard with her fingers; but she didn’t. She continued her
slow descent down Susan’s body, past her waist, towards the smooth area between
her legs. Jenna dropped to her knees.

Susan gasped as she felt Jenna’s left hand reaching up to her
breast and working her nipple. Jenna was using the same arm to keep her pressed
against the door and she could feel Jenna using her other arm to lift her left leg
onto her shoulder. Susan closed her eyes and went with it.

Jenna positioned herself between Susan’s thighs, taking her time
to adjust the leg that was resting on top of her shoulder. She wanted to get it
right. With Susan’s legs parted wide enough for what she wanted to do, Jenna
lifted her other hand so both were at Susan’s nipples. She worked them with her
thumbs and looked up to see Susan with her head tilted backwards against the
door, biting on her bottom lip. Jenna moved her head forwards and stuck out her
tongue, carefully tracing the area between Susan’s legs.

Susan moaned in arousal.

Jenna pulled on the nipples and repeated the action, letting her
tongue slide closer to Susan’s warmth.

Susan moaned out again and tilted her pelvis forwards. “Kiss me,”
she cried.

That was all the encouragement Jenna needed and with one swift
action she had Susan entirely between her lips, using her mouth to circle her
area and her tongue to delve deep inside. Jenna pressed harder with her hands,
forcing Susan back against the door.

Susan started to thrust with her hips, completely overcome by
desire. Jenna was pushing her, pulling her, and making her come. Jenna’s mouth
was encasing her completely and the sensation was too much. Susan cried out in
pleasure as the powerful orgasm ripped through the lower half of her body. She
shuddered against the door as she struggled to stay standing, grateful for the
support of Jenna’s shoulder.

Jenna kissed the area more gently, smiling at the extra tremors it
brought. “You’re incredible,” she whispered, pulling her eyes away from the orgasm
and up towards Susan’s face.

Susan breathed heavily. “You are,” she uttered, slowly sliding her
leg from Jenna’s shoulder and reaching down to help Jenna up. “You took my
lesbian virginity against a door, with your mouth between my legs.”

Jenna stepped in closer and smiled. “I thought I’d start tame.”

Susan laughed. “Really? And what if I were a regular?”

Jenna grabbed Susan’s shoulder, spun her around and pushed her up
against the door. “I’d fuck you like this,” she said, taking two fingers and
thrusting them hard between Susan’s legs.

Susan gasped at the shock of the penetration.

“Too much?” asked Jenna slowing it down.

Susan arched her back. “No, I want it. Fuck me like you fuck your
other girls.”

Jenna brought her mouth up to Susan’s ear. “I don’t want to fuck
my other girls now that I’ve fucked you.”

“I won’t satisfy you,” groaned Susan, overcome by the building
sensation deep inside.

Jenna reached for Susan’s hand and pulled it back between her own legs.
“Touch me,” she whispered.

Susan let Jenna guide her fingers into her warmth. “You’re so wet,”
she uttered.

“Because of
you
.” Jenna started to move herself against
Susan’s fingers. “I want us to come together,” she gasped, increasing her
speed.

Susan felt her orgasm building so she lifted her fingers so they
were pushing inside Jenna each time Jenna thrust against the palm of her hand.
She twisted her head to the side and groaned, “Kiss me.”

Jenna opened her mouth and kissed Susan roughly. She could feel
herself coming and she was coming hard. “
Nowwww
,” moaned Jenna, pushing
down on Susan’s g-spot and reaching round to grab Susan at the front. She
pressed hard.

The direct contact combined with the pressure deep inside caused
Susan to scream out in pure bliss. “
Nowwww
,” she cried too.

Chapter Seventeen

Susan inhaled softly. She was in heaven. Jenna’s naked body was
spooning her from behind and their fingers were softly intertwined. “I feel
incredible,” she whispered.

Jenna gently brushed her lips against the back of Susan’s ear. “
You
were incredible.”

“You’re just saying that.”

Jenna pulled Susan over, rolled on top of her stomach and pinned
her arms out to the sides. “How many times am I going to have to say this? You
were incredible. You say you’ve never done this before so you must be a
natural.”

Susan looked up into the smiling eyes. “You enjoy teasing me,
don’t you?”

“Believe in yourself. You’re one hot lesbian lover.”

Susan closed one eye and peeped out of the other. “Really?”

“You’ve made me come three times already. That’s not a regular
thing.”

“Of course it is.”

Jenna shrugged. “Not really. I usually get my pleasure from the
giving.”

“Well I like to share.”

“Oh yeah?” smiled Jenna. “What if I just pin you down and take you
over and over again?”

Susan broke her wrists free and pushed Jenna over. “You’re not the
only one with muscles,” she said, raising her eyebrows.

Both women turned their head at the sound of the bang. “What was
that?” whispered Susan.

Jenna lifted herself from the pillow and pricked up her ears.
“Shhh, it sounds like the fire door.”

Susan slid off Jenna’s body and sat on the edge of the bed, instantly
hearing another loud noise.

Jenna jumped up and threw on her sloggis. “We’ve had this before
but I wouldn’t for the life of me expect it from your girls.”

“What? What’s going on?”

Jenna pulled on her vest top. “Chuck on some clothes. Someone’s
trying to get out.”

Susan reached for her jumper. “It’s almost midnight. You must be
wrong.” She glanced around the dimly lit room. “Have you seen my jeans?”

Jenna shook her head. “I’m not wrong. There’s a fire door at the
end of the corridor. It leads out to the metal steps that run down the side of
the building.” She reached down and moved her snow boots from under the
dresser. “The push bar’s a bit stiff.” She glanced up at Susan. “Trust me, I
know the sound. Just forget about your jeans, chuck on my combats.”

Susan pointed towards the door. “You go out. I can’t be seen coming
from your room at this time of night.”

“Fine,” whispered Jenna, twisting the lock. She stepped out into
the corridor and looked towards the fire escape that seemed to be propped open
by something on the floor. She darted her head back into her room. “They’re
already out. No one will see you. Please, just put on my combats. Come on, grab
those jackets too. We’ll need to catch up.”

Susan reached for the funky trousers and pulled them on quickly.
She shoved her feet into her shoes and pointed at Jenna’s scarf hanging on the
back of the door. “Can I wear this too?”

Jenna hauled her out into the corridor. “Wear whatever you want!
No one will be looking at your clothes.”

Susan nodded. “Sorry, no, of course not. Let’s go.”

Jenna grinned as they padded down the corridor. “They’ll be too
busy looking at your sex hair and that love bite on your neck.”

Susan threw up her hand. “You didn’t.”

Jenna reached the fire escape and looked down at the ski boot that
was lying on its side, keeping the door ajar. “I’m a biter. What can I say? I’m
sorry.” She pushed forwards and moved her head into the cold midnight air.
“Well would you ever,” she whispered, nodding towards the pebbled path down
below.

Susan stepped up behind her and looked over her shoulder. “Never,”
she said, spotting the pink jacket first, followed by the pink leggings, and
then the pink snow boots that were scuttling their way towards the square.
“What do we do?”

Jenna opened the door wider and moved out onto the stairs. She
pulled Susan with her and checked the ski boot stayed in position. “We follow
them.”

“Shouldn’t we shout?”

Jenna shook her head and started to creep down the metal staircase.
“Trust me. I’ve seen it all before.” She reached backwards and took Susan’s
hand.

Susan felt a rush of adrenaline. It was midnight, snow was in the
air, and she was sneaking around like a love struck teenager. “Am I wrong to
feel excited?”

Jenna turned around and planted a warm kiss on Susan’s lips. “It’s
the thrill of the chase.”

Susan paused, wondering if Jenna’s comment had a double meaning.
“What happens when you catch them?”

Jenna continued her descent. “That depends on how they respond.”

“How do they usually respond?”

“We’re talking about Priggy and Champs, right?”

Susan nodded quickly. “Of course.”

Jenna pointed past the bushes towards the square. “Let’s give them
some space. Make sure they don’t see you.”

Susan hopped off the last step and scurried after Jenna. “Should
we hide in a bush?”

Jenna raised an eyebrow. “They’ve all been pruned.” She pointed
towards the old bandstand hidden in the shadows. “Let’s sit in there. We’ll
have a great view of the square and we’ll be able to see exactly what it is
that your two prized pupils are getting up to.”

Susan shuddered, imagining what
they
could be getting up to
instead.

****

Priggy hugged her own shoulders and looked across the empty square.
“They’re not coming.”

Champagne pulled up the sleeve of her thick jumper and checked her
pink watch. “They are. It’s only ten past twelve.”

“Can we sit down yet?” Priggy nodded towards the wooden benches
that were covered with a light dusting of snow.

“No,” said Champagne, flicking her mass of hair behind her head,
“we want them to think we’ve just arrived.”

“Why?”

Champagne huffed. “We don’t want to seem desperate.”

“We snuck out of our room at midnight so we could freeze our arses
off for fifteen minutes in this square. Face it, Champs, we’re desperate.”

“What was that?” hushed Champagne.

Priggy bent down slightly and whispered. “What?”

“I heard a noise. Why are you crouching?”

Priggy straightened herself back up. “It’s too eerie out here. I
think we should go back.”

“No. They’re probably just picking up some booze or something.”

Priggy lifted her hands to the emptiness. “We’re up a mountain in
the middle of nowhere. There’s not a Bargain Booze on the other side of that
chairlift. Come on, Champs, let’s go, we’ve been stood up.”

Champagne heard the nose again. “There, listen. Someone’s
giggling.”

Priggy hugged herself even tighter. “Seriously, Champs, I think we
should go.”

“No, listen, they’re over there.” She squinted. “I think they’re
waiting for us in that bandstand.” She started to jog. “Priggy, they came!”
Champagne giggled. “They came for us!”

****

Susan held her own nose and tried to stop herself from laughing;
Jenna was shoving more snow down her pants. “Enough!” she whispered.

“It’ll help the swelling,” giggled Jenna, grinning from ear to
ear. “Your pussy’s taken quite a pounding tonight.”

Susan gasped. “They’re coming over.”

Jenna dropped the snow and pinned herself behind a pillar. “What
should we do?”

“I don’t know. This was your idea. You said this happens all the
time.”

“It does,” whispered Jenna. “Kids sneak out, I haul them back
home.”

“So what are we doing in the bandstand?”

“Shit!” said Jenna, glancing over her shoulder. “Play it cool,
play it cool. Follow my lead.” Jenna waited until the girls were almost with
them. “You idiots!” she shouted, jumping out into their path.

Priggy and Champagne both squealed in horror.

“Exactly!” shouted Jenna. “What the hell do you think you’re
doing? I could be a rapist or a murderer! It’s the middle of the night. You’re
in a foreign country. Anything could have happened. How completely stupid are
the pair of you?!”

Susan stepped sheepishly from the shadows and raised her voice. “Yes,
and I’ll be ringing your parents first thing in the morning.”

Jenna turned back around. “There’s no need for that.”

Susan whispered, “I thought I was following your lead?”

Jenna looked at the girls and continued to bark. “Was it worth it?
This little adventure of yours?”

Priggy dropped her head. “No, we got stood up.”

“We didn’t get stood up!” snapped Champagne. “I’ve never been
stood up.”

“Well they’re not here, are they,” muttered Priggy, “and I’m
freezing.”

“Who’s not here?” asked Jenna.

Champagne flicked her hair. “Phats and Mischa.”

“Oh girls, you can do so much better than that.” Jenna soured her
face and shook her head. “Risking your safety for those two?”

“I like him,” said Champagne.

“And I like her,” whispered Priggy.

“And what were you planning on doing if they’d shown up?”

Priggy glanced at Champagne. “We’d discussed our limits.”

Jenna rolled her eyes. “Oh girls, for goodness sake, just get
yourselves back inside and chalk this down to experience.”

Priggy looked up quickly. “Really? We won’t get in trouble?”

Jenna shook her head. “We followed you out here. You weren’t at
any risk.” She raised her voice suddenly. “But you could have been. So don’t do
it again. Just think yourselves lucky. The embarrassment of being stood up is
punishment enough.” She took a deep breath and nodded. “Anything you’d like to
add, Madam Quinn?”

Susan lifted a finger. “You silly, silly, girls.”

Champagne tilted her head to the side and frowned. “Jenna’s
combats don’t suit you.”