Chapter 2

“One more mile, Jackie?” Linnéa inquired from her treadmill. She wasn’t even out of breath as she spoke. Of course, neither was Jackie.

“We’re getting close to the time limit on the machine,” Jackie replied, “how about half a mile, but pick up the pace?”

The pair ran for another five minutes before both machines kicked into the warm down cycle. The two women ended with a gentle walking pace, before dismounting and sitting on the floor for a final stretch. Linnéa placed her hands in Jackie’s as they each took turns pulling the other forward.

“Linnéa, you are a physical therapist’s dream,” Jackie remarked as she leaned back to pull the other woman toward her.

Linnéa blushed as she pulled in return.

“Seriously,” Jackie continued, “you’re so motivated, you do all your exercises, and you never give me any shit.”

“I want to get back out there on the slopes. It’s killing me to look at the mountain and know that I’m not ready yet. I just wish it could go faster.”

“Patience, young Jedi,” Jackie quipped. Linnéa smiled.

“Seriously, though,” she said, “thanks for moving out here with me. It’s a big motivator for me to be this close to the action.”

“Hey, Dr. Chowdhury picked up the tab on my air fare, and your endorsements cover our daily expenses,” Jackie pointed out. “All we have to do is work out together. What’s not to like?”

In truth, the two women both admitted they had a pretty sweet deal at the moment. Their days consisted of morning and afternoon workouts, a healthy lunch between, and a daily therapeutic massage.

At night they occasionally went out for dinner on the town or, more often than not, ate at home while binge watching their favorite Netflix series. The two women had grown closer over the past month, and quickly found they each preferred the quiet contentment of other’s company to a noisy cafe or club.

“So what do you want to do tonight?” Jackie asked.

“I don’t know, I think I might turn in early,” Linnéa replied. “You’ve been working me awfully hard lately.”

“You’re lucky there’s a four hour time limit on the machine, otherwise your ass would be toast.” Both women smiled.

True to her word, Linnéa hit the sack shortly after finishing dinner. Jackie, on the other hand, had different plans. She desperately needed to get laid. It had been too long. Being totally out of her native environment, she had no idea what her chances would be, but she held out some hope that a cute snow bunny might find her exotic and take her home for a night of hot lovin’. Black, White, Asian, Jackie didn’t care — after all, everyone was pink on the inside.

She stepped into the shower for a quick rinse, and a little grooming, just in case she got lucky. She even put on a nice slinky dress for the occasion. Not her usual style, but tonight she was out to impress. Though as it turned out, all of Jackie’s meticulous preparations were for naught. In addition to having some of the strangest liquor laws she had ever encountered, this town was seriously lacking in the kind of bars she was looking for. Finally giving up, she went home — well, technically Linnéa’s home — but she spent so much time here, it was feeling like her home too.

As she walked in the door and took off her jacket, Jackie spied the machine. She suddenly had an idea. It was a wonderful, deviant idea. Jackie wasn’t the only one around here that needed to get laid. Linnéa had been pretty stressed out too, and unfortunately the poor girl couldn’t do much to relieve it until her nerve damage was more completely repaired. Jackie hesitated only a brief moment before walking over and flipping on the switch. “Time for some therapy, Linnéa,” she whispered to no one in particular as she walked toward her room. “I think we both need this.”

Jackie pulled the covers back on her bed. Normally, she would simply jump in and take care of business, but this experience was for more than just her tonight. She decided to take her time. Very slowly, Jackie ran her hands over the fabric of her dress. At first it was just up and down the sides, inching the hem up little by little, but it soon became more involved. Her hands were moving down the outside of her thighs, and on the return trip, her fingers were trailing up ticklish skin of the inside. She paused just short of glory, and instead brought her hands back around her hips to give her ass a good squeeze.

Jackie thought she had a pretty nice butt, and many past lovers and hook-ups would definitely agree. She spent some time running her hands over it, feeling it, squeezing it. She even went so far as to spread her legs a bit and lean forward, as if she were making herself more accessible to a lover. The clingy fabric of the dress prevented her from going too far, but she still thought of it as pretty enticing. She grinned as she wondered how Linnéa was feeling this. Jackie thought she heard a slight moan from the other room, but she couldn’t be sure.

Straightening up again, Jackie had her dress hitched up all the way up around her waist. She was sliding her hands under the fabric and over her stomach. This was another part of her body that she was particularly proud of, and she spent several minutes letting her fingertips glide over her well-defined abs. She thought again about what this was probably doing to Linnéa in the other room and grinned.

Jackie started to imagine Linnéa’s hands were caressing her stomach — or was that the feedback from the machine? — it was entirely possible that Linnéa was mimicking Jackie’s movements in her sleep. In fact the more she thought about it, the more her own tummy began to feel a little softer. It wasn’t a flabby feeling be any means, Linnéa was still pretty ripped, she just had a thin layer of insulation that her body had built up against the cold. And, Linnéa was a lot curvier. Jackie noticed that right away as her hands moved to her breasts.

Jackie barely had a handful, but tonight, they felt somehow bigger and softer. She swore she heard a moan from down the hall as she did her best to stifle one of her own. Jackie pinched her nipples and the moan grew louder. She was teasing her own nipples to make them stand out, but with the feedback from the machine, she was treated to the feeling of Linnéa’s rapidly stiffening flesh at the same time. It was the strangest sensation, but not unwelcome. No, definitely not unwelcome.

Jackie’s dress was soon in a puddle on the floor and her panties joined the pile not long after. She quietly and gently slipped between the sheets as her hands resumed their explorations. “Linnéa’s got some great tits!” Jackie snickered to herself as she massaged and squeezed the breasts that felt bigger than they appeared. Just for fun, she took both nipples in the grip of her fingers and pulled roughly. There was no mistaking the moaning from the other room now.

With one hand alternating side-to-side, giving her nipples — Linnéa’s nipples — the attention they craved, she let her other hand slide lower. Jackie was suddenly glad she shaved as her fingertips slid unimpeded over the hot moisture of her folds. “This should give her a thrill,” Jackie thought as she teased herself apart and tucked a finger inside. Jackie couldn’t get past the feeling that it was actually Linnéa’s finger plunging into her. Not that she minded, but until now she had just always thought of Linnéa more as a client than a potential lover.

“That may have to change,” Jackie thought as she plunged deeper. She felt a tightening around her finger that definitely did not come from her. Another moan drifted in from down the hall. Jackie was on a mission now. Her finger searched around inside until she found that special little bundle of nerves that made her quiver — or was it Linnéa’s quivering that she felt? No matter, the effect was still incredible. Jackie let her other hand wander over the outside for a while, before moving in to concentrate on her sensitive nub.

Jackie’s back was arched and she was drawing her breaths in ragged gasps now as her fingers went to work in earnest. She was having a hard time distinguishing Linnéa’s feelings from her own, and realized that she no longer cared. She may have started on this journey in search of a quick release, but suddenly it was becoming a fantasy that needed to be fulfilled. She would get to fuck her snow bunny tonight after all — it just happened to be her roommate — and while she was still in the other room.

“Oh god, this is hot!” Jackie thought as she pictured Linnéa’s body lying in her own bed down the hall. “Did Linnéa have her fingers in her pie too?” Jackie decided that she must, judging from the sensations running through her right now. She felt her own fingers thrusting in and out, but at the same time, slightly out of sync, she felt Linnéa’s. The image of Linnéa’s hand joining hers in passionate exploration was proving too much. Jackie’s thighs began to tremble. Her other hand was absolutely flying over her clit, as her hips were bucking on the mattress.

“So close,” Jackie thought. The moans from down the hall echoed her sentiments. Jackie stepped it up a bit. Fingers were squelching in and out at a furious pace, as her moisture seeped down between her thighs and into the crack of her cheeks. “Might as well give her the works,” Jackie thought as she let one of her fingers drop down and press into her tightest opening.

She often used this technique whenever a lover seemed stuck, hovering on the edge, but not quite able to get over the cliff. It had been just the trick on a few girls she’d been with, and apparently Linnéa was susceptible as well. “Apparently, Linnéa is also a screamer,” Jackie thought, hearing the passionate cries of ecstasy from down the hall as the two women went tumbling down the mountain, riding out their avalanche together.

After a few minutes of basking in the warm afterglow, Jackie thought about the time limit on the machine. Very gently, and very quietly, she padded out into the living room to power it down.

Suddenly realizing she was thirsty, Jackie turned and headed toward the tiny kitchen. While taking her first sip, she heard a noise. Jackie nearly dropped her glass as she whirled around to see Linnéa standing there in her rumpled nightclothes. She was leaning on her cane, but otherwise doing a great job of walking on her own.

“You scared me half to death!” Jackie remarked. Linnéa just looked at her, seemingly a bit dazed. If she noticed that Jackie was stark naked and glistening, she didn’t mention it.

“I had the strangest dream,” was all she said before reaching into the cupboard to fetch her own glass.

“Good or bad?” Jackie asked.

“Good. No, better than good. Wonderful.”

“Hmm,” Jackie responded, and then going out on a limb, “was I in it?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Linnéa said and smiled. “Good night, Jackie — and thank you.” Linnéa planted a kiss on Jackie’s lips before turning to hobble off back to her own room.

“Damn, that was nice,” Jackie thought as she crept down the hall and slipped back into her bed.

“After our workout, I want to hit the slopes again,” Linnéa announced over breakfast. The slope she referred to was what other people called the bunny hill, but at least she was skiing again. She could do it for short bursts of time, provided she had enough muscle training with Jackie and the machine prior to setting out. The two of them had been pushing the four hour limit at each session.