Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 22:52:37 +0000
From: Someone Else <im_not_feeling_myself@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fire, Pt III

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