by Kiki Archer
“Jenna, are you trying to get rid of us again?” asked Champagne.
“No!” laughed Jenna. “Ask them if they want a drink too. They probably just want to get to know you girls. They seemed nice enough at the quiz.”
Priggy scowled, “Yeah, nice for gun-toting, pot smoking, inner city Manchester kids.”
“Priggy,” tutted Susan. “You of all people shouldn’t stereotype, especially now I know about your…” Susan coughed, “…you know, about your—”
“Sexuality?” finished Jenna. “Just because me and Priggs here are lesbians doesn’t mean we can’t bitch as well as the rest of you.”
“Ding! One point to Jenna!” laughed Champagne.
Priggy frowned. “Whose boobs did she look at?”
“What?” said Champagne.
“I look at everyone’s boobs,” laughed Jenna. “Now scram, the pair of you.”
Champagne shook her head. “If we’re set upon by the Mossyside posse then we’re blaming you.”
“No, you’re safe. Priggy’s a lesbian so she must be hard as nails,” teased Jenna, directing her comment at Susan.
“Okay, okay.” Susan rolled her eyes. “Being different doesn’t automatically mean you should be more tolerant.”
Jenna nodded. “No, being a nice person does.” She smiled. “You’re getting the hang of this now, so take your hands off my shoulders and try and stand a little straighter.”
“You’ll still hold my waist?”
“Of course, but you’re bending towards me and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Jenna grinned and glanced to the side. “Are you two still here?”
“Fine, we’ll go and get a slush,” moaned Champagne.
“Would you like anything, Susan?” asked Priggy.
Susan laughed, “Yes, I’d like you to call me Madam Quinn and I’d like you to book me in for an hour long body massage after this, please.”
Priggy stuttered, “I-I-I could do it for you if you—”
“Scram!” laughed Jenna shooing them away with a flick of her head.
Susan took one hand off Jenna’s shoulder and smiled. “I didn’t realise I’d have so much fun with the girls.”
“You’re not like this at school?”
“No, I’m quite standoffish. You need discipline at school. Maybe Marcus was right; maybe it is okay to have a bit of banter on trips like these.”
“You’re just showing them your true personality.”
Susan reddened slightly. “Do you think they like me?”
“Hey, I know they like you. You’re doing a brilliant job. You’ve got the balance just right.” She smiled. “Now, show me some more balance and take your other hand off my shoulder.”
Susan looked into the smiling eyes and released her grip. She straightened her back and tried to stand tall. “Like this?”
“Yes, perfect, now—”
“AHHH!” Susan started to make a backwards running motion on her blades.
Jenna held on tighter. “Stop, Susan! Keep your feet still!”
“I CAN’T,” she wailed, feeling her skates come from under her.
Jenna moved a hand to the top of Susan’s back and fell to her knees, cushioning Susan and breaking her fall as she hit the ice. “What are you doing, you crazy lady?” laughed Jenna.
“Giving up!” snapped Susan as her bottom landed on the cold surface. “Ouch! That hurt.”
Jenna let go and rubbed her own knees. “Sorry, I tried to save you.”
Susan shuffled forwards on the cold ice and apologised. “No, I’m sorry, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”
“Nothing that a mutual massage can’t fix.”
“When?”
Jenna laughed. “You’d consider it?”
“We spent the whole morning snogging on the slopes and the whole afternoon trying to sneakily snog on the slopes. You’re corrupting me, Jenna James.”
“You need corrupting. It’s always the good girls who end up the wildest.”
“I’m not sure about wild, but I have to admit I was rather thrilled when the chairlift broke down this afternoon and the girls were five seats ahead of us. They couldn’t see a thing.” Susan frowned. “You didn’t have anything to do with that, did you?”
Jenna laughed. “I’m good, but I’m not that good.” She shuffled closer to Susan and whispered. “Shall we have some drinks in my room tonight? About nine? I could try and make your bruises better.”
Susan felt a rush of electricity, aware that she’d probably allow the ever-so endearing Jenna James to do just about anything she wanted. “Okay,” she said, “I’d like that.”
Jenna reached out and grabbed Susan’s gloved hand from the oncoming path of Willamena Edgington’s blade. “Well you better keep hold of your fingers then, because they’re a priority.”
Susan blushed. “What if I don’t know what to do?”
Jenna pulled herself up and reached for Susan’s hand. “Why do straight women always say that?” She pulled hard and lifted her old classmate. “It’s not like we’ll be swinging from the chandeliers.”
Susan clicked her fingers in her gloves. “Damn, I was looking forward to that.”
“Come on, hold my hand and we can shuffle to the side. I’ll go and get us a coffee.”
Marcus swished up beside them and performed two perfect stag jumps. “Ah, that’s better! It feels so great to really let loose. The girls are having a brilliant time. I think it’s only you who’s struggling, Susan.”
“I’m calling it a day and going for a coffee,” she said.
“No no no, mon amie. Let me show you how it’s done.” He shunted behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach, pushing his cheek against hers and pining both of their heads forwards.
“No! Marcus, stop it!” Susan tried to wriggle free and reach out for Jenna’s hand but Marcus had already started to push off.
“She’s been holding you wrong,” he said, glancing backwards and shouting at Jenna. “Mine’s a frothy mocha with caramel sauce if they have it.”
“Marcus!” Susan was about to protest some more when she actually realised that she was skating, and skating at speed.
Marcus kept his legs outside of hers and continued their graceful journey. He whispered into her ear. “Close your eyes, you’ll feel like you’re flying.”
Susan ignored the brittle feeling of his stubby moustache tickling her ear and closed her eyes trying to focus on the cool air that was racing against her cheeks and the smooth ice that was moving gracefully under her blades. “It actually feels like I’m floating.”
Marcus pushed his body tighter into Susan’s, sure that she’d be overcome by the swell of his huge erection. “Can you feel anything else, mon amie?”
Susan felt a miniscule poke in the small of her back. “Not a thing,” she said.
****
Champagne nudged Priggy. “Should we just call them over?”
Priggy took another long slurp on her blue iced drink. “I just don’t understand why they keep staring at us.”
“Maybe they think we’re going to kiss.”
“Shall we?” asked Priggy hopefully.
“No offence Priggs, but I’d rather kiss Phats.”
“What was that?” shouted Phats from the other wooden bench.
“Nothing,” mouthed Champagne, trying her best to look coy.
The boy with the heavy gold chains pulled himself up and swaggered over as best he could given the fact that he still had his pretty white skates on. “I’m sure I heard the words kiss and Phats.”
The girl with the diamante tracksuit followed him over, brushing some imaginary dust off her shoulder before addressing the pair. “I thought yous girls were together?”
Champagne looked at Phats and slowly wiggled her finger. “Ah-uh, I’m into bad bad boys.”
Priggy tried to hide her shock at her posh friend’s change in persona, aware that it might be a ploy to get the rough ones on side, so she did the same. “But I’m
into bad bad bitches,” she said snarling.
Mischa put her hand on her hip and laughed. “That be me then. B-r-r-rap.”
Priggy reverted to her posh voice. “You’re a lesbian?”
The girl flashed her smile which twinkled with a couple of tooth gems. “They call me a diamond dyke.”
Priggy tried to stay calm. “Would you like some of my slush?”
“Aiiii,” said the girl, swaggering up to Priggy and reaching for the outstretched drink.
“So just how bad do yous bitches wanna be?” asked Phats sitting himself down on the bench and reaching up to sexily move some of Champagne’s huge hair behind her ear.
“What do you have in mind?” asked Champagne, perfecting her pout.
Phats sucked on his teeth. “Our guest house is over the road from yours. Let’s meet in the square at midnight. I’ll bring some booze. B-r-r-rap!”
Priggy giggled. “No way.”
Mischa placed her hand on Priggy’s knee and started to move it upwards. “I could see me and yous having some fun, yeah?”
“Us too,” growled Phats, gently stoking Champagne’s cheek.
Priggy and Champagne looked at each other before nodding in unison. “Midnight.”
Chapter Fifteen
Susan made her final walk up and down the corridor. It was five to nine and there was absolute silence behind every closed door. Marcus had taken himself off for an early night, claiming his novel was simply unputdownable, but Susan had seen the way he was walking and was sure it was really the result of one too many stag jumps and by consequence a strained groin muscle. She wasn’t complaining though, at least she wouldn’t have to explain her desire to spend the next few hours alone in a room with Jenna. She quivered at the thought and checked her reflection in the large mirror at the top of the stairs. She smiled at herself, pleased with the glow on her skin and the shimmer on her lips. She moved in closer and checked the black lines that she’d painstakingly drawn on her eyelids, relieved that she’d popped her new mini make-up Christmas gift from her sister into her hand luggage at the very last minute. Her sister was always telling her to be prepared with a dab of lipstick and a dash of eyeliner, and now, looking back at her own reflection, she had to admit that her sister was probably right. Her eyes looked wider and her lips looked fuller, not to mention the small brush of blusher that was definitely accentuating her already high cheekbones. Susan took a deep breath and smiled at herself. “Be confident,” she whispered.
Jenna jumped out of the shower and threw on her underwear. She grabbed a pair of loose fitting sloggi bottoms and a pale pink tank top and yanked them on, even though she was still slightly damp. She stood still for a second and listened more carefully.
The knock on the door was quiet. “One second,” she whispered, bending down to the old chest of drawers and checking her reflection in the mirror, relieved that she hadn’t decided to wash her hair. She ran her fingers through the big brown waves but was unable to tame their direction. “Sod it,” she said to herself as she stood up and headed towards the door. She paused for a second before grabbing the handle, unsure if it was the rush of getting ready that was causing her nerves, or something altogether more unfamiliar. She took a deep breath and pulled on the handle, totally taken aback by the vision standing in front of her. Susan Quinn, that plain girl from school, was standing there, smiling. She was smiling with the sweetest, yet sexiest mouth that Jenna had ever seen.
“Oh my goodness! Look at you! You’re so hot!”
Susan blushed and lifted a finger to her lips. “Shhhh, we’re only three rooms away from the girls.”
“That’s miles,” whispered Jenna, unable to move her eyes from her friend. “You look incredible.”
Susan shrugged. “It’s just a little makeup.”
“It’s more than that. You’re stunning.” Jenna shook her head. “Seriously, Susan, you look really fucking hot.”
“Stop it, Jenna.” Susan lifted her eyebrows. “Are you inviting me in?”
Jenna tripped slightly as she stepped backwards into the room. “Shit, sorry, you’ve got me in a fluster. I thought I’d have a quick nap after the skating and I didn’t leave myself very much time to get ready.” Jenna closed the door and studied Susan once more. “I feel totally underdressed for you and I haven’t put a scrap of make-up on. You’ve made such an effort and, seriously, you look absolutely incredible.”
Susan thought back to the hour she’d had after putting the girls to bed and how every minute of it was allocated to one preening task or another. The thought that Jenna had chosen to have a quick nap instead, made her smile. “It’s just a dab of lipstick. It took no time at all,” she said, lying.
Jenna looked down at her bare feet. “I haven’t even got my socks on.”
“We’re just having a drink, aren’t we? You don’t need socks for that.”
Jenna smiled. “Look at you, Miss Confident. I like it.”
Susan blushed and sat herself down on the bed. “I’m far from confident, Jenna, we both know that.”
“So how come you’ve got me all shaken up then? My heart’s racing over here.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really! You’ve done your hair and everything, and I knew I wouldn’t have time to dry mine if I washed it so I didn’t bother, but now I wish I had because I look like a right scruff bag compared to you.” Jenna giggled. “Listen to me waffling on. I need to compose myself.” She coughed and reached for the bottle of red wine. “It’s a screw top, but Sylvie insists it’s one of her best. I hope that’s okay? I should have asked for a bucket really and got us something chilled instead.”
Susan took a deep breath and stood back up. She walked over to Jenna and placed her hand around the bottle. “I’m not really that interested in the wine,” she said, leaning forwards and kissing Jenna full on the lips.
Jenna gasped. “You’re so hot when you’re like this.” She dropped the bottle onto the dresser and lifted Susan by the waist, walking her towards the bed. “And you’ve no idea how much I want you right now.”
“Why don’t you show me then?” whispered Susan, letting Jenna take back control.
****
Priggy opened one eye and stared into the darkness. “Are you asleep, Champs?”
Champagne rolled onto her side and moaned. “Priggy-y-y-y, I’m trying, but you keep waking me up.”
Priggy lay still in the silence. “Sorry,” she whispered.
Champagne moaned once more and pulled her phone from under her pillow, squinting as she tapped the screen and checked for the fourth time that her alarm was set.
“What’s that light? Are you playing Candy Crush?”
“No I’m not playing Candy Crush, Priggy! I’m checking my phone alarm.”
“Oh.”
Champagne shoved the phone back under her pillow and closed her eyes.
Priggy kept her eyes open and listened to the gentle muffled patting of snow falling against the window. “What if she wants to do a sixty-niner?”
“Priggy! Go to sleep! If you sleep for two and a half hours you’ll have the energy to do whatever you like with Little Miss Diamond Dyke.” Champagne exhaled heavily and rolled onto her stomach.
“I don’t think I want to do a sixty-niner in the square; it sounds like it’s snowing. I might get cold.”
“Oh for god’s sake, Priggy, be quiet.”
Priggy closed her eyes and rolled onto her side.
Champagne opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. “Do you think Phats wants to do a sixty-niner in the square?”
“I thought we were sleeping?”
“We are,” nodded Champagne.
Both girls kept their eyes wide open in the silence.
Champagne spoke first. “Shall we agree now that we’re not doing any sixty-niners in the square?”
“I think that’s best,” said Priggy, pulling her quilt higher and drawing her knees up to her chest.
****
Susan t
hrew her arms above her head and let Jenna pull off her jumper. “Keep kissing me,” she gasped.
Jenna tossed the knitwear to the floor and quickly moved back to Susan’s lips. She broke free for a second and spoke quietly. “I’m going to push you down on the bed. You’re not going to stop me are you?”
Susan flung herself backwards and pulled Jenna down by the shoulders. “No,” she gasped as she reached around and took hold of Jenna’s firm bottom.
Jenna panted as Susan pulled her in closer, totally overcome by the frantic nature of their intensity. “Help take my top off,” urged Jenna.
Susan grabbed the bottom of the pink tank top and yanked it over Jenna’s head, moaning as she felt the smooth sensation of Jenna’s warm skin pressed against her own. “This is incredible,” she groaned as Jenna’s lips moved from her mouth down to her neck and towards her chest. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Every single nerve ending was standing to attention and never before had she experienced such passionate desire.
Jenna continued her path of small butterfly kisses, lifting her head momentarily to glance up at Susan and smile at her closed eyes and the redness of her cheeks. She lifted her fingers to the top of Susan’s bra and pulled down gently.
Susan felt the rush of cool air and gasped as her nipple sprung free. She opened her eyes and lifted her head. “Ummmm.”
Jenna looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Ummmm?”
“Ummmm, shall we turn off the lights?”
Jenna reached over with her other hand and pulled down on the second cup. “No.”
Susan looked down at her breasts, which had been pushed even higher by the underwiring of her bra. “Right,” she said, dropping her head back down onto the pillow, “you’re right. This is fine. I’m fine. I want this.”
Jenna smiled to herself as she bent her head forwards and continued her path of small kisses, circling Susan’s breasts and letting the tip of her nose accidentally brush against the hard nipples. “I’m taking off your bra,” she whispered as she worked her fingers under Susan’s back towards the clasp.