One Foot Onto the Ice

by Kiki Archer

  Susan knocked his shoulder as she barged past him. “Daisy Button saw you naked?”

  Marcus turned to the door and looked at Susan. “Well, yes, and I’m afraid I took a tumble when I was crawling and she got rather an eyeful.”

  Susan tried to think quickly, unsure of what to do. “Was she okay? What happened next? I need to go and see her. We’re going to get sued for this, Marcus!” She paused, thinking back to Jenna’s cool handling of the service station issue. “I’ll nip back downstairs. I’ll get Jenna’s advice.”

  Marcus frowned. “You don’t need to involve her. It was a minor misunderstanding. Daisy’s fine.”

  “But what did she want? Why was she knocking?”

  Marcus rolled his eyes. “That peculiar girl’s always asking to borrow my phone. She used it once in the morning ski lesson and twice in the afternoon lesson. She really is rather strange.”

  Susan snapped. “What’s strange is your inability to behave in an appropriate fashion.” She stared at him with angry eyes. “What if it had been me at the door? How did you envisage the evening going? Did you think I’d strip off too and we’d have a jolly good giggle over the Burgundy? Would I fall at your feet and say, take me?”

  Marcus smirked, “You might have done.”

  “No, I wouldn’t.” Susan shook her head. “This has to stop, Marcus. I’m terribly sorry, but you’re not my type.”

  Marcus dropped his eyes to the floor and scuffed the carpet with his socks. “I always get it wrong with women. I’m either a bumbling mess or a bolshie baboon. I guess I just wanted to have a pop at playing it cool.” He looked back up at Susan with dented pride. “I’ve never had a proper girlfriend and after that nice chat we had at the Christmas concert I thought you were interested.”

  Susan felt a surge of guilt hit her directly in the chest. Maybe she had given him the wrong impression at the concert. Maybe she had encouraged his flirtatious behaviour. “Just don’t try so hard, Marcus. Just calm it all down.”

  Marcus’s eyes lit up. “Understood, loud and clear, boss. This is great. I can’t believe I still have a chance.” He pulled on his moustache. “Subtle and suave from now on.”

  “No, that’s not what I—”

  “Hush now, mon amie. Go to bed, get some rest. Let’s put this behind us. No need to involve anyone else.”

  Susan tried to think logically, but the large tankards of beer weren’t helping. “Was she okay?”

  “Who?”

  “Who do you think? Daisy, of course. The little girl who’s just been exposed to her teacher’s tackle.”

  Marcus lifted himself onto his tiptoes as he coughed, pushing out his crotch at the same time. “I prefer to call it my tripod.”

  “I’m going,” said Susan.

  Marcus called after her as the door was about to close. “I like you, Susan. Shoot me for my sins, but I like you.”

  Susan stepped out into the corridor and closed the door, aware that this latest admission of interest evoked completely different emotions when compared with Jenna’s earlier one.

  ****

  Jenna lifted the empty tankards over the counter and into the sink. She twisted back around to return to the table and collect the remaining glasses, but she was unable to move, pinned into position by Amber’s arms which were either side of her. “Amber! Shift,” she said.

  Amber pushed her body closer into Jenna’s and held tightly onto the edge of the bar. “I have my own little theory that I’d like to test.”

  Jenna felt the edge of the counter pressing against her back. She looked at Amber’s naughty eyes. “You do?”

  Amber nodded. “I have a theory that you never turn down sex.”

  Jenna sucked on her bottom lip. “Actually I do. I turn down sex when there are strings attached.”

  Amber looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t see any strings.”

  Jenna took hold of Amber’s shoulders and moved her out of the way. “I don’t want a relationship with you. It was a bit of fun at the end of last season. That’s all.” She walked back to the table and collected the last few glasses.

  “Look at you flattering yourself.” Amber ran her fingers through her tall pink hair, which immediately sprung back into its upright position. “I just want to get you out of my system. I was pretty drunk when it happened and I think I gave the whole experience more stature than it truly deserved.”

  Jenna bent over the counter and placed more glasses in the sink. She turned back to her friend and smiled. “You think the booze gave you those orgasms?”

  Amber stepped in closer. “Maybe.”

  Jenna laughed. “Is this reverse psychology?”

  Amber lifted her finger and traced the outline of Jenna’s lips. “One kiss, and I’ll know.”

  Jenna felt that familiar surge of arousal, that instant pull of desire, that draw of temptation which was just too hard to ignore. She held Amber’s waist and switched positions, twisting her against the bar and kissing her deeply, parting her legs with her own.

  ****

  Susan was standing with her ear to the door of room six, trying to figure out if Daisy Button and Margaret Beauchamp were awake. It was completely silent. She stepped backwards and thought about her options. She could knock and ask for a private word with Daisy. She could check she was okay and she could insist that they kept a lid on Marcus’s indiscretion. Susan shook her head. Daisy had probably told all of the girls by now, if not her own mother. She shook her head and started to pace. She could turn it into a joke and try and link it in with the earlier ski pant splitting incident and hope any references to Marcus’s exposure were attributed to that. Susan stopped at the top of the carpeted staircase. She should go down. She should ask Jenna. Jenna would know what to do. Susan nodded to herself and took hold of the white banister, quickly starting her descent. Jenna will know what to do.

  ****

  Amber had her back pressed against the bar and was moaning into Jenna’s mouth. “You’re so hot.”

  Jenna spoke between the hard, searching kisses. “I think you should start dating … If you think you’re gay … start dating.”

  Amber pulled Jenna’s bottom in tighter, gasping at the sensation of Jenna’s thigh pressing firmly between her legs. “But I don’t want to date anyone else. I want to date you,” she moaned.

  Jenna pulled backwards and wiped her mouth. She dropped her head into her hands and shook herself on the spot. “Argh!!! What am I doing?” She looked up and spoke with direct eye contact. “I don’t want to date anyone. I’m twenty-six. I’m having fun. This was fun. What did you have to go and say that for?”

  Amber reached out and pulled Jenna forwards by the rim of her jeans. “Think about it. We could have fun like this all of the time.”

  Jenna tried to ignore the full lips and wanton eyes that were drawing her closer. “I do have fun like this all of the time.”

  Amber slowly slipped her fingers under Jenna’s top and started to stroke her stomach. “Yes, with different women.”

  Jenna closed her eyes as the fingers trailed arousingly higher. “I like having fun with different women. I don’t want to get tied down.”

  Amber worked her fingers under Jenna’s bra. “I want to tie you down.” She squeezed the pert breasts. “I want to tie you down and give you mind-blowing pleasure.”

  Jenna moaned loudly. “Stop, you have to stop.”

  Amber worked the hard nipples between her fingers. “You don’t want this?”

  Jenna opened her eyes and pushed Amber back against the bar. “You know I do,” she said, kissing her deeply and sliding her fingers down the front of Amber’s jeans. Jenna smiled at the wetness. “And it seems like you do too.”

  ****

  Susan padded softly down the stairs, confident in Jenna’s ability to handle the situation in the most appropriate manner. She tried to think logically. A child in her care had been exposed to an adult’s private genitalia. Male genitalia. Susan’s hand hit a bump on the white ba
nister and she clasped her fingers together. She paused for a moment and thought about the situation. This must have happened before. There must be protocols in place. She nodded and continued her descent to the bottom of the staircase. Jenna would know. Jenna would sort this out.

  Susan pushed down on the handle that led into the dining room and froze at the scene in front of her. Jenna had Amber pushed up against the bar. The pair of them were pinned between two stools, totally absorbed in a passionate embrace. Susan pulled herself backwards and gasped. She stood still, unable to move. The door swung back towards her, but it didn’t close completely. It left a small gap, just wide enough to frame the show in all its glory.

  Susan tried to lift her legs and turn around. She needed to climb the stairs. She needed to get away. But she couldn’t. The only things that seemed to be working were her eyes.

  ****

  Jenna knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help it. Her night with Amber had been fun the first time around and this was proving just as pleasurable. She placed one hand on top of Amber’s and stretched it out onto the bar. Her other hand was moving gently inside Amber’s tight jeans. Amber started to moan.

  “Not yet,” said Jenna, withdrawing her fingers and pinning Amber’s other hand out to the side too.

  Amber moved out of the embrace and groaned into Jenna’s ear. “I was so close.”

  Jenna whispered back into the ear that was pressing against her own mouth. “I know. That’s why I stopped.” She gently used her teeth to tug on the warm earlobe. “I want you to explode.”

  “Make me,” begged Amber, knowing full well that Jenna would do just that.

  ****

  Susan was mesmerised, unable to look away. Jenna had Amber trapped against the bar with her arms outstretched in a crucifix position. She was kissing lustfully down Amber’s neck and Susan even thought she spotted Jenna’s teeth tugging at Amber’s skin, pulling it backwards and sucking it gently before moving to a lower spot on her chest. Susan watched as Amber threw her head back in pleasure. Jenna was rhythmically grinding her thigh between Amber’s legs and Susan noticed that Amber was also rocking in time. Susan held onto the doorframe and stopped her own swaying. She tried to swallow, but her throat was too dry. She needed to walk away. She needed to forget what she’d seen. Jenna was clearly a player and her earlier admission of interest was obviously just an attempt at flattery with a view to a score. Amber had been right. Jenna would use and abuse. Susan looked back at the scene and wondered what it would be like to be used and abused by Jenna. She tilted her head against the doorframe and crossed her legs, suddenly aware of her own arousal.

  ****

  Jenna could tell that Amber was getting close again. Amber had started to push back against her thigh with more force and a faster rhythm and her breathing had become much more rapid. Jenna released the grip on Amber’s wrists and slid her hands along Amber’s arms and under her shoulders. She lifted her onto the bar.

  ****

  Susan’s stomach lunged. Jenna had lifted Amber on the bar and was now raising Amber’s legs onto her own shoulders. She was kissing Amber’s chest. She was unbuttoning Amber’s shirt. She was pulling down on Amber’s bra. Susan gasped. Jenna was kissing Amber’s right nipple. Flicking it with her tongue. Sucking it into her mouth. She was pulling Amber’s other nipple between her fingers. Susan closed her eyes. She had to leave. This was so wrong. So immoral. So dirty. She drew her hands together in front of her mouth and brushed, by consequence, her own aroused nipples. She felt a shudder of pleasure and involuntarily squeezed her legs together.

  ****

  Jenna moved her mouth back to Amber’s and kissed her with force. She worked her fingers to the top of Amber’s jeans and popped open the buttons. She moved her hands to the back of Amber’s trousers and started to tug forwards. “Lift up a second,” she whispered.

  Amber did as instructed and felt her jeans and pants sliding over her bottom. The bar was cold and it sent an extra shiver up her spine. “My boots must be heavy on your shoulders,” she said.

  Jenna grinned. “Not for long.” She drew Amber’s right leg off her shoulder and pulled off the pink Moon Boot. She dropped it to the floor and pulled the jeans and pants down her leg and over her foot, leaving them hanging between Amber’s thighs. Jenna lifted the socked foot back onto her shoulder and moved the loose trouser leg out of the way. Jenna moaned at the wetness that was now clearly visible in front of her.

  ****

  Susan could feel herself pulsing. She had never seen anything as erotic as this before. Jenna’s left arm was now at the base of Amber’s back, serving as some resistance for the vigour with which she was kissing her. One of Amber’s legs was bare and the other was jean-ed. One foot was shoeless and the other was hidden inside a huge pink Moon Boot which was positioned on top of Jenna’s shoulder.

  Susan tilted her head backwards and glanced up the stairs. She needed to go. She couldn’t watch anymore. This was wrong on so many levels. She turned back to the gap in the door, grabbing the wooden frame as a surge of electricity shot through her. Jenna had buried her face between Amber’s legs.

  ****

  Jenna kept her left hand at the base of Amber’s back, using it to push the wetness even deeper into her mouth. This was the part she loved the most. The moment of pure pleasure. The moment where she gave the woman everything she needed. She pushed her tongue in deeper and moved her right hand into her own jeans. She slid her fingers between her own wetness and started to rub.

  Amber threw her head back and started to moan. “I’m so close, I’m so close, I want you to come too.”

  “I am,” groaned Jenna, working her mouth and touching herself faster.

  Amber lifted her left hand to the shelf above the bar and held on tightly. She used her right hand to force the back of Jenna’s head harder into her. “I’m coming,” she groaned, rocking herself forwards and backwards, completely oblivious to the glasses clinking on the shelf above her. “I’m coming,” she shouted.

  Jenna pressed her tongue against Amber with real force, timing her own touch to coincide with Amber’s ripping orgasm.

  ****

  Susan couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Jenna was face first between Amber’s legs, finger fucking herself at the same time, and neither had noticed the array of upturned glasses that were shifting on the shelf above their heads. Susan had to stop them. The glasses were about to fall.

  ****

  “Yesssssssssssssssss!” screamed Jenna into the wetness.

  “Yesssssssssssssssss!” screamed Amber into the air.

  “Noooooooooooooo!” screamed Susan, bursting into the room and pointing at the high shelf.

  Jenna flung her eyes to Susan, then to the shelf. “Shitttttttttttttttttt!” she shouted, seeing the rows of tall glasses teetering too close to the edge.

  Amber looked up and spotted the danger. She let go of the shelf and hurled herself off the bar, clinking the glasses together for one final time.

  Jenna kept her eyes up. “Stand back,” she shouted as a tall pint glass was knocked out of position. She lunged forwards and lifted her right hand to the falling glass. It slipped straight through her fingers and smashed onto the floor. “Oops,” she said rather sheepishly as silence descended. “Butter fingers.”

  Susan glanced at Jenna. “Is that what you call it?”

  Amber was hopping on one leg trying to get her foot back into her pants. “She certainly buttered me up, didn’t you, babe?”

  Jenna looked at Susan. “I’m sorry, Susan. I didn’t expect you to come back down.”

  Susan turned to leave. “It’s a good job I did.” She looked back at the shelf. “You could have been scarred for life.”

  Jenna raised her eyebrows apologetically. “Have you been scarred for life?”

  “By that?” Susan shrugged and walked towards the door. “That was nothing special.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Susan shut her bedroom door and stood still
in the darkness. What had she just witnessed? Sex? Lesbian sex? Casual lesbian sex? Casually adventurous lesbian sex? She closed her eyes and remembered the way Amber had thrown her head back as Jenna had moved her mouth between her legs. Susan quivered as another surge of arousal washed across her body. She moved forwards in the darkness and felt for the edge of her bed. She sat down and collapsed backwards, unzipping her fleece and fanning her face. She couldn’t deny it. Watching that had turned her on. She was turned on by the way Jenna had taken control. Turned on by the way Jenna had lifted Amber onto the bar. Turned on by the way Jenna had kissed and caressed with such passion. Susan turned her head into her pillow and moaned lightly, aware that it was the sight of Jenna pleasuring herself that turned her on the most.

  Susan lay in the darkness and re-lived the scene once more. She paused for a moment before lifting her left hand up to her chest. She rested it palm down on her sternum for what felt like an age before gradually letting her fingers wander in the direction they wanted, straight to the nipples which were hard and receptive to her touch. She moaned quietly, letting her right hand slip down the front of her jeans. She was wetter than she’d ever been and the sensation felt electric. She started to move her fingers up and down, picturing the frantic way in which Jenna had touched herself and made herself come at exactly the same time as Amber. The thought turned her on further and she clawed roughly at her nipples. She squeezed them between her fingers and imagined it was Jenna touching her, taking control and forcing her to come on command. She rubbed harder and faster and held onto her breath as the sensations quickly took over. She clasped her legs together and rolled onto her side, burying her face into the pillow and letting out a long and satisfied moan.