Best Lesbian Erotica 2011

ANN’S ADRENALINE RUSH Sarah Ellen

Ann took a last look in the mirror before grabbing her gloves and sunglasses. If she didn’t force herself now, she knew she would spend her whole vacation regretting her inaction. The ski lessons themselves should be easy enough to arrange, she guessed, but engaging Frankie’s services could prove a little more difficult. It was all Tess’s fault for persuading her she needed an active holiday. “And I mean in the sheets as well as on the slopes,” Tess had pointedly said when she dropped Ann off at the airport.

Ann crossed the icy street from the hotel to the nearby ski school office.

“Hello,” she said as she approached an elderly man sitting behind a desk. “I’d like to arrange some ski lessons.”

“Of course.” His German accent sounded strange to Ann’s ears. “At what level?”

“Just above beginner. This is my second time skiing,” she told him. “Is Frankie available?”

“Frankie!” He threw her an amused look.

“She was recommended to me by an old school friend,” Ann replied.

“Ah.” He scanned the appointment book in front of him. “It looks as though you are in luck. Although she has a class this morning, this afternoon she is free.”

Ann smiled warmly at him. “I was thinking of making the arrangement over several days.”

He grinned. “Naturally.”

With Frankie officially signed over to her for the next few days, Ann happily made her way to the ski rental shop and picked out her equipment. Her lift pass would be waiting for her back at the hotel. So far, she thought, all was going according to plan.

When Tess had suggested she take a skiing trip, Ann had readily agreed, not realizing Tess had no intention of joining her. That her closest friend had her best interests at heart Ann had no doubt. Her social life had all but ended when Suzanna had walked out six months ago, and Ann knew she needed to get it started again. But the real incentive, as Tess was fully aware, was sex; Ann was sick of pleasuring herself.

They had joked about traveling to Austria. It was where, years before, Tess had met Frankie, a veritable snow whore, who lived for the moment every moment. It had been one of the most exciting periods of Tess’s life, she told Ann. Which was why Ann now found herself alone, far from home, waiting for a ski lesson with someone she’d never met.

“Miss Carson?”

Ann turned to find a tall, long-limbed woman striding confidently toward her. Underneath a blue fleece beanie her brown eyes sparkled with intensity.

“My name’s Frankie, but then you already know that, don’t you?”

Ann wondered whether Frankie was annoyed with her. She was certainly direct.

“Erik said you’d asked for me by name?” she continued.

“A friend of mine recommended you.” Ann quickly appraised the woman in front of her. Though hidden beneath layers of clothing, it was obvious her body was perfectly toned. Her teeth flashed white against the tan of her face and a small dark curl escaped from her hat. Tess was right: she was gorgeous. Ann refocused her eyes only to meet Frankie’s raised eyebrows. “Tess. My friend… her name is Tess,” she stammered in embarrassment.

Frankie shook her head. “I meet a lot of people.”

“I’m Ann.” She offered her hand.

Frankie looked at it then gave it a firm, short shake.

“I thought we’d start on the beginner’s slopes just over there.” Frankie pointed past a picturesque church toward a small snow-covered incline. “Just to see what skills you’ve acquired so far.”

“Okay.” Ann hauled her skis from a nearby stand and carried them awkwardly across her body.

Frankie caught up with her. “You’ll find it easier over your shoulder,” she instructed, helping Ann adjust them. “Nice skis.”

The afternoon passed quickly. Frankie’s method of teaching was just as Ann had hoped and involved her closely watching Frankie’s tight buttocks and thighs making careful, deliberate movements over the surface of the snow before she tried the maneuver herself. She found falling over tiresome, but worth it, as Frankie pulled her to her feet and fiercely brushed the snow from her suit. Her almost-rough approach set Ann’s heart pounding. Twice her upturned face had neared Frankie’s and their eyes had locked while their breath sounded ragged, gasping. She felt Frankie pull away. Was it just her imagination, or was Frankie feeling the same degree of attraction?

“I think that will do for today,” Frankie announced. “A sauna or a hot bath should minimize any stiffness.”

“Fancy a drink?” Ann asked casually.

“I can’t.” Frankie said abruptly as she turned to leave.

“Another time, perhaps,” Ann managed to say despite experiencing a sudden rush of anger. How rude!

After a quiet dinner in the hotel, Ann moved into the bar to sit in a secluded corner where she watched and listened as her fellow guests regaled each other with stories of reckless alpine abandon and daring. Feeling somewhat superfluous, she gathered her things, then noticed a new crowd of people had arrived with Frankie in their midst. She decided to stay a while longer.

Out of her ski attire, Frankie’s body was even more impressive. The clinging black T-shirt with a plunging neckline revealed an impressive cleavage, and Ann could appreciate how her close-fitting black pants displayed the taut, firm muscles. Her hair was surprisingly long. Worn loose, it gave her a casual, yet sensual air. Frankie, she saw, had one arm wrapped around the pretty, young blonde she was talking to, while her other hand was furtively moving beneath the skirt of an older woman who sat at the bar. Ann very nearly laughed out loud. Did the woman have no shame? Frankie continued to talk animatedly to the girl encircled in her arm, giving no indication that her real focus lay elsewhere. Clearly the woman at the bar was enjoying every moment of Frankie’s ministrations as her eyes grew increasingly wider and her drink sat forgotten.

Ann glanced quickly round the room, certain that she was not the only one aware of what was happening, but everyone else seemed oblivious. She watched mesmerized as the woman struggled to contain her emotions; that she was close to orgasm was blindingly obvious. Bizarrely, Ann felt her own breathing change and a steady pulsating pull between her legs; her nipples scraped against the silk of her blouse. When finally the woman gripped her glass, Ann let out a controlled sigh. She averted her eyes only to find Frankie staring intently at her.

Ann filled the following morning by taking a scenic walk around the village. Since Frankie had classes in the morning, her lessons were booked for each afternoon. Better for après ski socializing Ann had initially thought, until Frankie had turned her offer down flat. Last night it had been evident that Frankie was in no way short of company, and Ann was far less certain that she could entice Frankie into bed with her.

She made her way to the small gondola and waited in line. Frankie had arranged to meet her after lunch in one of the mountain restaurants around which she was assured the slopes were gentle and undulating.

The scenery was breathtaking. Ann gazed through the windows at the snow-laden trees and sparkling, soft carpet of white beneath. The anticipated thrill of skiing on such pure snow briefly entered her mind only to be superseded by far less virginal thoughts. The adrenaline rush she desired could not be achieved on two planks of wood.

The restaurant was busy and warm. Discarded outer clothing lay draped over chair backs. Noise of conversation, cutlery and the clumping of heavy boots filled the air. Ann surveyed the tables hoping to catch sight of Frankie. A group of ski instructors sat chatting at one of the bench tables.

“Excuse me, have you seen Frankie?” she asked.

One of the men pointed to Frankie’s blue beanie hat, jacket and gloves. “She’ll be back in a minute. She’s just waxing her skis.” He snickered. “You can never have too much wax.”

The rest of the table nodded enthusiastically leaving Ann feeling a little bemused and thinking Europeans sure had an odd sense of humor. She wandered away from them, found a free chair and studied her piste map. It wouldn’t hurt to have some idea of the direction in which they’d be skiing.

Five minutes later Ann glanced at her watch. Frankie was late; her lesson should already have begun. Not wishing to disturb Frankie’s colleagues for a second time she wandered over to one of the waiters.

“Hi, can you tell me where the nearest ski workshop is, please?”

With his hands full the waiter nodded toward a door just before the exit. “Downstairs,” he said.

“Thanks.”

The cloying smell of heated wax and the sound of loud music playing were the first things Ann noticed as she descended the stairs. A typical ski workshop, she surmised as she rounded the door, where anyone could call in and get their equipment fixed while they waited. About to call out, she saw Frankie reaching over the counter with some kind of tool in her hand. Perhaps she could help. She stifled a gasp and stopped midstride, for sprawled beneath Frankie lay the blonde from last night. Ann moved swiftly into the shadows. To return to the stairs would risk revealing her presence; she’d have to wait.

Frankie looked wild. Her hair, once tied back, had started to tumble loose. Her top had come adrift from her trousers exposing a white slash of skin. Ann could see little of the scene except Frankie thrusting back and forth. But she knew exactly what was happening and how it was making her own body feel: the familiar throb spreading between her legs, accompanied by inevitable warm, wet stickiness; the hand she had to press against herself. The very hand she had become so sick of using.

The blonde was panting, encouraging Frankie, “Harder! Faster!” but Ann was almost unaware of her commands for in her imagination it was she who was lying beneath Frankie; she who was receiving the hard shaft of whatever Frankie was using. Closing her eyes she pictured Frankie’s intense stare as she increased the pace of her strokes. Nearly there, if you could just…

Ann quietly slumped down, spent. At the sound of the blonde reaching her climax Frankie seemed impatient. “Shush, Leisl, they’ll hear you upstairs.”

Leisl became silent.

Ann waited as they speedily rearranged their clothes and headed back upstairs, following behind only when she was certain they had gone.

“Oh, there you are.” Ann hurried over to Frankie as she emerged from the restaurant. “Sorry I’m late,” she apologized. “I couldn’t find one of my gloves.”

“That’s okay,” Frankie replied. “As it happened I was a little tied up myself.”

Unable to help herself Ann chuckled.

“What?”

“Can we start?”

Frankie nodded and pushed her skis along with her poles. “This way.”

Once again the afternoon flew by, and Ann was disappointed she had to say good-bye to Frankie until the following day.

“Unless I see you performing in the hotel bar tonight, of course,” she remarked.

Frankie grinned. “Look, I don’t know what you thought you saw…”

Ann shook her head in disbelief. “Caught red-handed, so to speak, and she still won’t admit it.” The urge to tease Frankie was strong.

Frankie blushed. “I’ll admit nothing.”

“Let me buy you a drink,” Ann said suddenly, forgetting she’d promised herself she wouldn’t ask.

“I can’t.” Frankie said somewhat reluctantly.

“Just a quick one,” she suggested. “Please.”

“It’ll have to be,” Frankie replied. “I said I’d help the patrol tonight.”

“Oh,” Ann countered. “Sounds like fun.”

Two beers later, Ann had learned that Frankie was short for Francesca and she was half Italian. She had been skiing since infancy, and she became particularly coy when asked about Tess.

“Come with me.” Frankie stood up and pulled on her jacket.

“I can’t ski like you, or have you forgotten our lessons already?” Ann replied.

“You have state-of-the-art skis and you fall in a perfectly studied fashion. You’re no more a beginner than I am,” Frankie announced. “Now do you want to have that fun or don’t you?”

Ann whipped her jacket off the back of her chair. “What do you think?”

They stopped at base station headquarters for Frankie to pick up her equipment then headed for the gondola. Having ferried the last of the skiers up the mountain for the day, the cars were empty. Ann loaded her skis then climbed in beside Frankie.

The light was beginning to fade, and Ann thought how pretty the gondolas looked, like a string of fairy lights reaching across the night sky. The car rocked periodically as the cable carried it over the supporting towers. Frankie took off her rucksack and put it on the seat. Ann watched as she checked its first aid contents and removed something.

“How often do you do this?” she asked suddenly feeling a little awkward in the silence.

“About twice a week.” Frankie carried on with what she was doing.

The car screeched and suddenly stopped its forward motion only to swing up and down.

“Shit,” Frankie softly swore.

“What?” Ann wanted to know. It usually only took a few minutes before the lift would start up again.

“They’ve been having a few problems with it lately. Last time it took more than an hour to fix.”

“Great. To think I left a nice warm bar for this.”

Frankie stood up and laced one of her ski poles through two straps suspended from the roof.

“What’s that for?” Ann wanted to know.

“You’ll see,” Frankie replied. “Do you think you could help me by holding it steady?”

Ann got to her feet and raised her arms.

“If you could just move them apart a little more,” Frankie suggested.

Ann moved her hands and felt Frankie wrap something around her right hand and wrist. She looked up to see it was a bandage. “Hey,” she said removing her other arm from the pole.

“Put it back,” Frankie ordered. “It’s for your own safety, and my enjoyment,” she added.

Ann felt jubilant. She placed her hand back on the pole as Frankie applied a second bandage. “A small reward for following your instructions?” she asked blithely.

Frankie pretended to consider then grasped Ann’s face in her hands. She kissed her lightly on the mouth then moved out of reach. Ann struggled against the pole.

“Be good and you’ll get more,” Frankie promised.

She stepped back and reached for the zipper on Ann’s jacket. “It might get a little warm in here,” she said as she pulled it down and opened it up.

She looked thoughtfully at Ann’s expensive, well-worn ski sweater. “More evidence that you’re not the novice you claim,” she exclaimed.

Ann tried to think of a fitting retort, but Frankie hoisted the sweater up and over her head. Wedged behind her neck it braced her shoulders back and thrust her naked breasts forward. The cool air goosed her skin.

Frankie whistled appreciatively. “That’s more like it.” She cupped her hands around Ann’s breasts then pinched the nipples expertly between her thumbs and forefingers.

An arc of arousal swept through Ann and buried itself below her waist.

Frankie let go, pushed her foot between Ann’s legs and forced her to spread them. Ann’s arms tightened on the pole as she tried to maintain her balance. She felt Frankie’s breath, warm on her body as she bent to release the zipper on her trousers. In one movement she’d pulled them down to Ann’s knees. Bound and exposed Ann experienced a flutter of panic followed by a surge of excitement.

Frankie toyed with the delicate, black lace edges of Ann’s panties then slipped a finger momentarily inside, causing Ann to take a sharp intake of breath. She felt the finger probe the searing wetness within her then retreat, leaving behind a steady, pulsating rhythm.

Frankie leaned toward a small open window and forced her hands through, quickly gathering the small clumps of ice and snow that had collected on the glass. She transferred it to Ann’s breasts, rubbing it roughly over them. As the extreme cold shot through her, Ann felt her nipples tense, only to pucker harder still as Frankie’s hot, soft, moist tongue and lips found them before descending to drink in the melting water running down over her belly. Lower still, Frankie paused, then teased the flimsy lace to one side as she pushed her face deep into Ann’s crotch. Ann’s legs startled to buckle but with her arms held in position she could only sag. Her breathing was confined to short gasps as Frankie rasped her tongue over her sensitive nub.

She opened her eyes. “Stop,” she managed to pant. “I followed you and Leisl to the workshop.”

Frankie lifted her head and looked at her with disbelief. “You were there?”

Ann nodded. “I want what I saw.”

Frankie reached into her rucksack then approached Ann with her arms behind her back. Ann strained to see what she carrying but the pole restricted her movements.

Frankie came closer and leaned in to kiss her. Ann felt her tongue explore her lips, rim her teeth, then plunge deeper. Simultaneously, she felt the tearing of lace and a cold hardness slam up inside her.

“Ohh,” the exquisite surprise forced her to exhale.

Frankie braced one arm behind Ann’s back and continued to maintain strong, relentless strokes.

“Is this what you saw?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.” Ann concentrated on receiving each thrust, enjoying the pounding sensation it created.

“And what did you hear?” Frankie’s voice had a hoarseness to it.

Ann struggled to speak. “I heard, ‘Harder! Faster!’”

“Is that what you want?”

Ann’s awareness was confined to the rhythmic, slippery passage of the toy in Frankie’s hand.

“Yes,” she admitted.

Frankie moaned softly and increased her tempo, kissing Ann with renewed vigor.

Ann pressed her pelvis forward, meeting Frankie’s hand as it ground ever deeper within her. It had been so long since she’d felt this alive.

Finally, together with the familiar tingle in her nipples and an overwhelming gush of moisture, she felt the insurmountable pressure inside her explode.

Drained, she hung limply from the pole. Frankie untied her hands and helped her to a seat.

Minutes later, a burst of radio static had Frankie rushing to her bag.

“Time’s up, Frankie, I can’t hold off any longer,” a disembodied voice announced.

Frankie pressed a button and held the radio to her face. “Thanks, Karl, we’re out of here now.”

Ann removed what remained of her panties and redressed. “You stopped the lift?”

Frankie grinned sheepishly then swung the rucksack onto her back. “Time to go.” She hit the emergency release button on the door then leaned out to grab first Ann’s skis, then her own.

“Are you mad?” Ann asked as Frankie clipped on her skis and hovered part in and part out of the open door. “It must be a fifty-foot drop out there.”

“Five,” Frankie stated. “Come on.” She leapt from the door to the depths below.

Ann quickly clipped on her skis and took a deep breath, then jumped too.

“I knew you could do it,” Frankie said as Ann landed beside her. “Now all you have to do is keep your eyes open for anyone still out on the slopes.”

“And then?” Ann asked.

“Then you can take me to bed. You owe me.” Frankie replied as she set off at speed.

“It would be my pleasure,” Ann responded as she overtook Frankie.

“So Tess said in her email,” Frankie shouted from behind.