Crack! Venessa remembered the sound of her leg breaking as she fell off the skis on her first downhill run. She was more at home on a snowboard, but she had given in to the girls who teased her to try skis. Now all she could do was to hobble around the first-floor flat with her leg in plaster. The days had become glum until the morning she looked out of her bedroom window. She saw a slim young woman dressed in a tight top and tights running down the road just outside the block of flats.

April, the new girl in the block of flats, was out running. April was also part of the girls' party that went skiing, but being new, she had not yet made a friendship with Venessa. On the ski trip, April was pretty shy, and Venessa was only there for two days before being flown home. So the two girls did not have time to get to know each other better.

Vanessa looked out and was captivated by April’s gorgeous, slim figure as she ran. Her vision was amplified by April’s tight leggings, which did not hide any part of her firm buttocks nor the split between them. April’s tight white top also showed a firm athletic upper body and the outline of her sports bra. This was no jogger; this was the very fit young lady who flew down the slopes on the first day of the holiday. Venessa smiled to herself and made a note to look out the same window tomorrow.

The next day, Venessa was at the window dressed only in her nightdress and plaster cast, as April ran down the road. Her eyes fixed on April's glutes, as they tightened with each step and her legs parted as if she was running close behind. A slight tingle crept over her body. Later that day, Venessa looked up the meaning of names and found that April means to open, and Venessa means butterfly. Venessa's eyes closed tight as she focused on the meaning of these two names.

On the third day, Venessa was waiting at the window for April to run past again. Her mind pictured a butterfly opening as her eyes caught sight of April. This time April was not running down the road; she was running up it. Just as April’s tights had not hidden anything from her backside, they did not hide anything from the front view either. “How I would love to open her,” Venessa thought as her right hand dropped between her legs and opened her own butterfly lips.

April slowed as she got closer, then stopped as she looked up at Venessa in the window. She lifted both her hands to head height and waved at Venessa. Venessa was first taken aback by the thought of being caught spying on April.  Then she focused on the slight bulge and the crease in April’s tights. She could only lift her left arm to wave back; both girls gave each other a lovely smile. Then April sprang off and was gone, as Venessa stood and came.

Day four started with disappointment. Venessa had hobbled to the usual place to watch. There was no sign of April. Venessa wondered if April had noticed how she shook and trembled as she looked down the day before. She stood there for ten minutes looking out, but there was no sign of April. Then she heard a knock on her door. Venessa hobbled over and opened the door.

There in front of her was the beautiful figure of April, dressed in her running kit. Her pubic mound bulged through those tight tights, and her erect nipples pushed through her white top. In April’s hand was a rolled-up sports bra. “May I come in?” April asked. She entered, the door closed, and the two girls stood facing each other.

Venessa stood frozen, as if in shock that her dream had just come true.

"Grüezi," April said as she leaned forward to kiss Venessa three times on her cheeks. It was the manner the Swiss did at the holiday location. Venessa stood passively, but her body could no longer hide her excitement and anticipation of April’s touch, or her own desire. Her nipples became erect, pushing her light nightdress in a tell-tale fashion.

April’s eyes dropped to Venessa's nipples. She read the sign and kissed her new friend with a tender, sensual kiss. Venessa trembled with joy, which made her look unsteady with her plastered leg.

“Let me help you back to bed,” April said.

She hooked Venessa under her arm and helped her hobble back to the bedroom and onto the bed. At the bed, Venessa pulled April to her open mouth, and they kissed a lustful tongue kiss. No words or other actions were needed.

That kiss said, “Make love to me.”

April pulled Venessa’s nightdress off and laid her on the bed. She stripped off her top and tights and lay on top of her new friend, kissing her mouth, neck and breasts, reaching down as she licked and sucked Venessa’s nipple; April found a soaking wet vagina ready for entry. Her fingers slipped into Venessa’s vagina nice and easy, then curled up as she found Venessa’s G-spot. April anticipated Venessa was about to cum, so it was not long before April’s kisses slid down Venessa's body.

Venessa’s plastered leg was carefully moved and opened to allow April to open Venessa’s labia and show her lovely butterfly lips. April’s tongue found her clitoris, and soon Venessa’s body was shaking, her hips pushing, wriggling and lifting as her orgasm grew. The soft moans grew louder, and when her climax came, she almost lost her mind; never before had she felt such a great orgasm.

The rest of the morning, April and Venessa made love with each other. Not the lustful sex Venessa had imagined when she masturbated at the window the day before. This was sensual erotic lovemaking with care and passion, so each girl was able to orgasm over and over again.