The following tale is based on factual happenings during a ski trip I took with a friend when I was younger. It is my first attempt at writing, and any comments you may have will be appreciated. Please send them to me at the address in my profile.
This all happened a long while ago now, back when I was around 26 or 27. I'd gone off to France skiing with a good friend of mine at the time called Lisa. She was the same age as me and 'enjoyed' the same sort of thing as I did (and indeed still do!) but was bi rather than lesbian, and we had a lot of fun sharing a room together for two weeks while we were on this ski trip to Courchevel. Our apartment was well appointed, with a lounge/diner which had a large couch as well as two armchairs and various other items of furniture. There was a separate bathroom and a bedroom with two queen sized beds. We really couldn't get over this and had a great laugh as we took it in turns to 'share each other bed'.
I don't know if you've ever been to Courchevel, but it's one of these 'poshy' sort of ski resorts, specially built for the purpose and even has it's own little airfield close by. As such it attracts a different class of person if you know what I mean and was quite pricey, but we decided to give it a try, and boy were we glad we did. Like all these ski resorts it has quite a 'varied' nightlife, both for the 'apres ski' as well as the casual drinkers, and loads of nightclubs if you are into that sort of thing.
Lisa and I had gone out quite early this particular evening after a not too energetic day on the slopes. We had found this little nightclub that seemed to be into the lesbian scene when we first arrived, and had got quite friendly with various members of the staff, only on chatting terms you understand, but they all knew us fairly well. It was the first time we'd been in so early, and the place seemed quite deserted with only a few early revellers starting to get juiced up when we arrived, but it began to fill up shortly after we got there and was soon quite busy. We mentioned this to the girl behind the bar who said it was because it was one of the 'changeover days' for the biggest tour company that used it, and assured us it would get busier later.
We had a few drinks, and as we sat at the bar chatting we noticed a couple of people sitting in one of the booths round the edge of the dance floor. The lighting was already quite low so it was difficult to see what was happening, but we realised it was a young teenager of around 18 or 19, with a boy who looked slightly younger than she did. There was a whispered, but quite heated argument going on between the two of them, and she seemed to be trying to get rid of him, then suddenly the boy got up and walked out as the girl assured him she would be ok.
Lisa and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows as the same thought seemed to go through our minds. The girl sat there on her own for a short while looking quite nervous as she sipped her drink, almost as if she was waiting for something to happen. She was very pretty, still dressed in her ski pants and jacket, with a roll neck ski top under it and looked quite slim and elegant with longish, shoulder length blonde hair. We asked the girl behind the bar what she was drinking and got her to take her over a drink and tell her it was from the two girls at the bar.
As the drink was delivered she looked over at us and seemed to say thank you, and I suggested to Lisa that we should go across and join her. Lisa agreed readily, and we went across to the booth and slipped in beside her, Lisa next to her and me beside Lisa. We introduced ourselves and asked her if she wanted a bit of company, which she said she did. As we got chatting we began to find out a bit more about her. In quite a well cultured english accent she told us her name was Phillipa, adding that she preferred to be called Pip. She was just 18 years old and was in her first year at university. She was at the resort with her parents and her twin brother (who actually looked a bit younger than she did) for the month, it being the university holidays.
We asked what had been going on earlier and she explained that her parents were both away from the resort on business and her brother had been told to 'look after' her. She was very close to her brother, as twins often are and they had decided to go out together for the evening. She had heard about the bar and was 'curious' so she got her brother to come along with her without telling him what sort of bar it was. When he found out he was quite interested at first, but began to feel a bit awkward as he began to realise he was the only male in the place. He had wanted them both to leave, but her curiosity had got the better of her and she had told him she was staying but that he should go as he was obviously out of place. She had assured him she would be ok, and eventually had persuaded him to leave her on her own.
We asked her what she was 'curious' about and she blushed bright red as she told us, somewhat naively that she wanted to find out 'what lesbians do'. Lisa and I glanced at each other and decided to give her a bit of a demonstration. Our glasses were all empty so I decided to go and get us all another drink. As I stood up to go to the bar I leant across and gave Lisa a kiss, right on the lips and put my hand inside her jacket and stroked her small tit. Little Pip's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she watched me kiss Lisa, and then her gaze dropped to where my hand was inside Lisa's jacket and her mouth opened wide in amazement.
I broke the kiss with Lisa and went to the bar to get the drinks. Lisa and I both had beers, but Pip had said she only wanted a coke, as she'd already ad two Tequila slammers and drink went straight to her head. Wicked plans were now beginning to form in my mind, so I got the girl behind the bar to put a large vodka in with the coke as she poured it. I took the drinks back to the table and slipped in the other side of Pip, so that she was now sat between us, and leant across to pass Lisa her drink and give her another kiss, right in front of little Pip. As I did so I noticed Lisa's arm moving beneath the table between her own thighs, and realised she was getting turned on by the situation and was stroking herself through her jeans. As I sat back down I saw that Pip had noticed it too and was surreptitiously watching Lisa out of the corner of her eye. She blushed furiously as she realised I'd caught her watching, and gave a nervy smile as I winked at her and dropped my own hand to my crotch and started doing the same thing. Neither of us had ever been what you might call 'show offs' but It must have been the beers that made us do it and we both sat back in our seats and stroked ourselves in the darkened booth, in full view of young Pip. We indicated to her that she should do the same, but she shook her head and wouldn't. I wondered how far I could push things and as I leant forward and took a sip of my beer I put my hand under the table onto Pip's knee.
She tensed noticeably as I touched her, but didn't try and move away, so I decided to try my luck. Lisa had cottoned on to what I was doing and was trying the same thing herself on the other side. As we both stroked the young girl's knees, from either side little Pip's thighs parted almost instinctively and we both moved our hands round onto the inside of her thighs and began slowly moving our hands upwards towards the crotch of her ski pants. We both reached the target at the same time, but as we did so little Pip clamped her thighs tightly together and pushed our hands away. After a moment or two her thighs parted again so we made another attempt, with the same result. Realising we were getting nowhere we asked her if she really wanted to find out what lesbians do. She nodded her head said she did, but 'not in here'. It was time to go!
I got up and went to pay the bar tab as Pip quickly downed her coke without realising it was laced with vodka. She was right, drink did go straight to her head and she stumbled noticeably as Lisa helped her to her feet and headed for the door. The bar girl looked at me and winked as she took my money and said pointedly, 'have a good evening madam'. I assured her that we would and headed for the door.
When I got outside Lisa and Pip were nowhere to be seen, but I knew my friend wouldn't have deserted me and wondered where they had gone.
A low, muffled moan from the alley beside the bar attracted my attention and I went down into the darkness to find Lisa and Pip locked in a passionate kiss in the dark yard at the back of the bar. There was a bit of light filtering in from the surrounding streets and I could just make out that Lisa was facing me, holding Pip in a tight embrace. One of Lisa's hands was on the back of the young girl's head, holding Pip's mouth and lips against her own while the other was running almost feverishly up and down the back from her shoulders to the seat of her ski pants as she worked her mouth hard against the young girl's lips. Pip seemed to be resisting slightly, but Lisa wasn't going to let her get away and slowly the young girl began to relax and return Lisa's kisses.