It was a nice room. A little small but pretty in a quaint way. She wanted to move the two single beds together to create a double but she couldn’t because she wasn’t the only one staying there. Claire had been invited up skiing by some friends. They, all seven of them, had piled into a car and driven up to this little ski chalet. Claire was a tallish girl with brown hair and brown eyes and large breasts. Kelly, the girl who had sat next to her in the car, was a little taller with darker hair and slightly smaller breasts. Claire had never met Kelly before. They were both friends of the girl whose parents owned the chalet.
Claire decided that, since it had been a long trip, she should go to the washroom before she unpacked. So she did. Sitting on the toilet she began to think about the ride up. It had been strange. There had been this unnatural tension between her and Kelly even though they had sat next to each other. This was something she had never experienced with a girl before. Mind you, she had only just met her. But she was usually more friendly. She didn’t know why she had felt shy. There had been so many of them in the car that they had been pressed together the whole trip. It hadn’t been exactly comfortable.
She flushed the toilet and exited the little room. She entered the main bathroom area. There were three four rooms in this bathroom: the main one with the sinks, the little tiny toilet room, the large shower, and the dry sauna. She washed her hands and stood their admiring the room. The owner and most of the other girls had gone to get a few things from town that they had forgotten to get in the city. It was her’s and Kelly’s job to unpack the other stuff.
Suddenly, Kelly came in. She was wearing a bathrobe.
“You don’t take long to get relaxed, do you?” asked Claire.
“It was such a long trip, I thought I’d take a shower since I’m so sweaty and dirty.”
“Good,” said Claire, “I was just using the washroom. I’ll let you have it now.”
