Sophie's No Angel

We had arrived in our chalet at the ski resort in the Scottish Highlands, after a six hour journey. With us were my best friend Lucy and her boyfriend Nigel. Nigel is Gordon’s work colleague and Nigel and Lucy had got together through Gordon and I.

Recently we all went to a party together and as usual our boyfriends spent the entire night talking in the kitchen and left us to do our own thing. Lucy and I ended up having sex with two men we had just met in a bedroom. After they left we played on our own until we were stumbled upon by two party leavers looking for their coats. We received some odd looks from other guests when we returned downstairs, but thankfully, no round of applause.

On the way home, Nigel mentioned that he had heard that two women had been found having sex upstairs. Gordon was horrified and we kept quiet.

To make matters worse, Lucy and I petted in the back of the car going home. Nigel turned around to see Lucy with her legs spread wide about to cum with my fingers strumming her pussy.

Lucy phoned me the next day to say that they had had the best sex ever and he couldn’t stop talking about what he saw us doing. She even admitted to him that we were the females having sex upstairs!

I dumped my case in the first bedroom I got to and flopped backwards onto the bed.

“This room will do.” I said, stretching. “The beds comfy.”

Gordon laid down besides me, leaned over and kissed me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to look at the other room?” He asked.

“The brochure says they are identical. This room is ok.” 

“Berdump, berdump, berdump,”  came from the other side of the dividing wall.

“Anyway, it sounds as if the other room is taken.” I said, smiling.

“Hey” You two. Can you move your bed away from the wall, for Christ‘s sake?” Gordon shouted.

Muffled laughter, then “Sorry!” came back through the wall.

Gordon nestled in alongside me and very soon I fell to sleep.

I woke up about an hour and a half later to find myself alone. I could hear Gordon in the shower, so I stripped off and went to join him.

We all ate in the chalet, courtesy of Lucy and decided to go down into the village to the bar and nightclub.

In the bar, we found an empty booth and piled in. Waitress service. What could go wrong?

Well, after the first round of drinks, the boys decided to go to the bar, to avoid having to tip the waitress. Nigel returned with a drinks for us and then he returned to the bar. From where I sat I could see them talking to two other men. I looked around. The booth next to us had two women in it, looking anxiously towards the bar.

Lucy and I both knew it would be another lonely evening. I leaned towards her.

“I was thinking it would be nice if we could sleep together, while we are here.” I said.

“Shit! Yes, great. When?” Her fingers were drawing circles on the inside of my knee sending pulses up to my groin.

“Today is Wednesday. How about Friday?” I asked placing my hand over hers to stop her driving me wild.

“How on earth are you … no, we, going to get away with it?” She asked.

“I have a plan.”

“Are you going to share it?”

“Look at that poster on the wall.”

“All comers ski race on Friday?”

“How good is Nigel at skiing?”

“He skied for England in the International championships at University. But he quit with some sort of knee injury.”

I pulled a face.

“What?” She asked.

“I was thinking we could enter the race.”

“And?”

“A prize for the winner. When we get the chance, just agree with me. Ok?”

The chance didn’t arrive at the nightclub. We spent the next few hours dancing with two rather hot local men who seemed very keen to get us back to their place.

Gordon and Nigel dragged us away around two am and we walked back to the chalet and slumped on the sofas. Lucy made some coffee.

She sat down.

“So,” I said. “Nigel?”

“Yes?”

“How is your knee?”

He looked slightly puzzled.

“My knee is fine, thank you. Why?”

“Didn’t you hurt it skiing?”

“That was ages ago.”

“And you are not worried about injuring it again?”

“My knee is fine. What is this about?”

“There is an all comers downhill race on Friday. I was thinking of entering. I wondered if you were up to a challenge.”

“I’m always up for a challenge. I didn‘t know you were any good.”

“I used to ski twice a year with my parents. I think I am quite good.”

“Nigel said he used to ski for England, didn’t you Nigel?” Gordon chipped in.

“It was the England Universities team which actually isn’t a good recommendation.” I said. “Nigel if you are so good. Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”

“I think I could beat you.” He said.

“Right on. What about a wager?”

I leant back and stretched my arms above my head making my jumper tightened across my breasts. Nigel’s eyes were glued.

“Ok. What are you suggesting?” He asked my breasts.

Here goes.

Lucy looked to be about to wet herself. I felt a bit that way myself.

“If you win……….”

“Yes?”

“You can spend the night with me.”

“What?” Asked Nigel.

“What?” Asked Gordon.

“And if I win….”

“Yes?”

“I spend the night with Lucy.”

He looked at Lucy.

“I would like to too, Nigel.” She said.

“So what would Nigel and I do if you won, Sophie?” Gordon asked.

“You can watch.” I said.

“What?” Lucy asked.

“I thought they could watch for a while.”

“I’m not sure.” She said.

“It would be fun.”

“That isn’t going happen, is it?” Nigel said. “I mean, I will beat you. No sweat.”

“What do I do if you lose?” Gordon whined. “I don’t want to watch you and Nigel.” He looked across at Lucy, looking for support. “Do we?”

“Don’t worry, Gordon. You can sleep with me.” She said, smiling. “The bed would really hit the wall then.”

Gordon’s face was a picture.

I woke up the next morning with a dry mouth and a sore head.

“Never again.” I murmured.

Gordon walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist.

“So you are awake.”

“Good morning to you too, darling.” I said, trying to lift my head off the pillow.

“You made a right fool of yourself last night.”

I thought for a second or two. Then I smiled. Wickedly.

“What you should do,” he said, “is apologise to Nigel. Tell him you were drunk and you didn’t mean it.” He pulled the towel from his waist and rubbed it around his groin area, making his cock bounce up and down only a foot from my face.

“So you will do that and we will never mention it again. Ok?” He said.

I rolled onto my back.

“No.” I said. “I meant every word.”

He stared at me.

“Jeez, Soph. We are two couples, not a foursome. You embarrassed Nigel. He didn‘t know what to say to you. He has suggested to me that I get you help.”

‘Gordon. He has told Lucy that he fancies me. Did you see the way he looked at my breasts?“

“You have nice breasts.”

“Anyway, from the noise they were making after they went to bed, I think he was really turned on.”

“I went to sleep quite quickly.” He mumbled.

I showered and dressed and went out to the kitchen where Lucy was preparing breakfast.

I placed both hands on her hips and leant forward to kiss her on the cheek from behind. She turned as I puckered and we kissed each other on the lips.

“Ooh! Good morning.” She said, with a purr.

“Hi. Am I in trouble?”

She laughed.

“You are always in trouble.”

“I mean. How did Nigel take it?”

“Didn’t you hear us?”

“Yeah.”

“Nigel is only just getting up. He wants to watch us. He didn’t stop talking about it.”

“Then he will have to lose.”

“But…” Her voice trailed away.

“What?”

“He also wants to sleep with you.”

“He can’t have it both ways.”

“Can’t he?” She said with a laugh. “Think about it.”

“Hmmm?”

Gordon came over and spoiled the fun.

Breakfast was quite quiet until he spoke.

“Sophie has something to say, to you two.”

There was a pause. I put a forkful of food into my mouth and chewed slowly.

“Sophie?”

Another pause. I gave him my best “What the fuck” look.

“Ok.” He said. “Nigel, Lucy. Sophie was very drunk last night, and said rather too much. Far too much. She ….,” he looked at me and I glared back at him, “or rather, I think we should forget the whole sorry evening.”

Nigel looked at Lucy.

Lucy looked at me.

I looked at Nigel who put down his knife and fork and leant back in his chair.

We waited.

He turned to look at me.

“Do you want to back out, Sophie?”

I shot Gordon a quick glance, then looked back at Nigel. “No, I don‘t.”

“I don’t want to lose any friends over this.” Nigel said to Gordon.

“So the race is off?” Gordon asked him.

“I think we should ask Sophie.”

Gordon turned to me. “Well?”

“I think we should vote.” Lucy said.

Everyone thought it a good idea and we would decide by a show of hands.

The vote was 3 to 1.

In favour of the race.

And the consequences.

Thursday passed in a blur. We skied morning and afternoon. Lucy was right, Nigel was good. He was very confident. Gordon was in a mood and it showed in his skiing. I felt good but all the old skiing aches had returned by the end of the day.

We had another late evening at the bar with the men propping up the bar and Lucy and I either sitting in a booth or dancing.

Back in the chalet Gordon went to bed early while we watched a film on TV. Nigel kept glancing across at me while Lucy slept with her legs across his lap. I think we both wanted to say something but in the end neither of us did.

The day of the race dawned bright and sunny. We made our way to the ski centre and went to register. I was given bib number thirty seven and Nigel thirty eight.

We went up in the cable car to the start. It looked a long way down. It was very steep and was obviously a bit tricky as the first three down had failed to finish. We waited in line. Nigel was trying to be confident, but seemed slightly nervous. I was wetting myself.

“Still confident?” I asked him.

“Of course. You?”

“I’m fine.”

“You could concede now, if you wish.” He said.

“I was thinking …,”

“Yes?”

“If you lost, I could give you the best of both worlds.”

“Number Thirty Five!” An official shouted.

“Meaning?”

“Lucy has told me, you said you want to watch her and I.”

“Well, yes, but I also want to have sex with you.”

“So don’t beat me, then.”

“Are you saying?”

“Number Thirty Six!” The official shouted.

“Let me beat you and I promise I will have sex with you.”

“As well as sleeping with Lucy?”

“Yes.”

“And letting me watch you two?”

“Yes.”

“Number Thirty Seven!”

I moved forward to the gate. The official told me he was going to count down from five.

“Five!”

“Not a word to Lucy.” I shouted over my shoulder.

“Four!”

“OK.” He replied.

“Three!”

“Or Gordon.”

“Two!”

“Ok.”

“One!”

“Promise?”

“Go!”

I didn’t hear his reply.

“Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The four of us were gathered around at the finish watching the final starters ending their runs.

“I thought you were going to win the whole thing.” Gordon said. “You were going so fast.”

“Too fast.” I said.

“Yeah. That last turn is so tricky.” Nigel said.

“It’s a shame you fell.” Lucy said, brushing snow from Nigel’s back.

“You beat me fair and square, Sophie.” Nigel said.

I smiled at Lucy. She giggled.

“Well done, Babe!”

For Dutch courage we went to the bar again that evening. This time the men sat with us in the booth. I think the intention was to keep an eye on us. Lucy and I still managed to dance but having them so near cramped our style a bit. We soon ended up back at the chalet.

We chose our room as the bed seemed to be quieter. Lucy went to her room to shower while I showered in ours. When I was ready, I opened the door and called to Lucy. She came in wearing a robe. I wore mine. Gordon sat on the dressing room chair. Nigel brought the chair from their room. They sat together about six feet away from the end of the bed. Nigel had brought in a bottle of champagne and poured four glasses and passed them around. I switched on a bedside light and covered it with a chiffon scarf for effect.

Lucy stood nervously looking at me. This was not going to be easy.

“Let’s pretend they are not there. Take off your robe.” She looked reluctant. I undid her robe tie, opening it to reveal her nakedness. She did the same. I stepped forward. Our breasts kissed as our mouths met. I slid one arm around her while gently cupping a breast with my other hand.

Other parts touched. Stomach, thighs, knees. I slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it fall. She did the same. I heard Nigel shift in his chair.

“Lie on the bed.” I whispered. She sat down, swung her legs up, and slid across the bed. I lay next to her, and we carried on kissing while my hand wandered down to her breast and beyond. As my hand slipped to her waist my mouth kissed her neck, chest and breast. My tongue licked her nipple. My hand caressed her thigh and then slid onto her mound, through her pubic hair. I felt her tense and teased her with my finger. I moved back up to her mouth, leaving a trail with my tongue as I went. Her hand squeezed my breast and her thumb played with my nipple.

My finger entered her wet pussy rubbing her G spot while my thumb flicked her clit. I rolled on top of her. She moaned. The men had a good view between both our legs as we writhed around. Lucy’s finger worked between us and into my pussy. I gasped as she easily entered me. I rolled off her and she removed her hand as I worked my way down her body. Delicate kiss after delicate kiss.

Our tongues delved into each others sweetness, drinking our nectar. Her clit stood to attention as I licked along her slit and pushing the tip of my tongue inside. She was writhing around as I pushed my finger back inside her. I held my thumb as a stop against her clit and pressed my tongue hard against it. She mirrored what I was doing. She moaned and came once and almost immediately came again. Then she went limp.

“My God!” She gasped. “That was great!”

“Jeez!” Said Nigel. “I have got a stonking hard on.”

I looked down my body to see Lucy’s head resting on my thigh.

“Take him next door, but don’t forget to come back.”

She got up, grabbed his hand and they went off together.

I looked across at Gordon. He was sitting with no noticeable reaction on his face.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.

“I don’t know what to think.”

“I’m going for a shower. Where are you sleeping?”

“On the sofa.”

The next evening all four of us were sitting watching TV. I mentioned that we needed more fire wood. I looked at Nigel.

“I’ll go.” I said.

“I’ll come with you.” Nigel said.

We put on jackets and boots and went to the wood store around the back of the chalet.

“I hope you haven‘t forgotten?” He asked.

“Let’s do it now.”

“Where?”

“Here on the snow. Take off your jacket.”

“We will freeze.”

“I’ll be the one on the bottom.”

“Jeez! I was expecting something special.”

“This will be special.”

He undid his jacket and handed it to me. I laid it on the floor and lay on top of it. I kicked off my boots, unzipped my jeans and wriggled them down my legs, followed by my panties.

He stood watching. I opened my legs, wide.

“Come on.” I said.

“I’m not hard yet.”

“Lie on top of me. You soon will be.”

He knelt down between my legs and lowered himself on top of me. I reached for him. He hardened to my touch. I rubbed his tip between my lips. He had little difficulty sliding in and started to thrust.

“What are they doing?” Asked a woman’s voice from the pathway above the chalet. I looked around Nigel’s head to see a couple leaning over the railing looking down on us.

“It’s just two people playing in the snow, my dear.” Said the man.

“We are making snow angels.” I shouted.