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Jen met Sam in the dining room where they shared a delicious dinner. She guessed anything was good after nothing but fast food for the past three days. They talked long into the night. It turned out that Sam had inherited the house from her father, but the property tax was so high, she couldn't afford to live here alone. Jen was glad that circumstance had brought them together. She went to bed at eleven thirty, not knowing what tomorrow would bring, but looking forward to every minute of it.

Jen woke with a start the next morning to find that Sam had just jumped onto her bed. Sam stood up and put her hands on her hips.

"It's six o'clock; I thought you were a skier."

"I am," groaned Jen "but the lifts don't open till eight."

"Well, we need to be on the first chair, it snowed last night."

"Huh?" Jen sat up, now feeling wide awake.

"That's right, 8 fresh inches of the softest powder the mountains have to offer."

Jen looked out the window. Sure enough, there was a pile of fresh snow pressing against the glass.

Sam walked out of the room, "I'll be down stairs getting ready."

Jen got out of bed and started her morning routine of stretches and exercises. When she finished, she striped off her top and began to bathe herself. She was licking the inside of her thigh, leg held high in the air, when Sam walked up the stairs fully dressed carrying a steaming mug. Jen felt the heat rise to her face. She hadn't been naked in front of someone else since art school.

Sam looked at her unembarrassed, "I thought you might like some coffee."

Sam put the mug onto the night stand and walked off. Jen lowered her leg and sniffed the air. The rich aroma of fresh brewed coffee filled her nostrils. She got up and took a sip and burned her tongue. Still too hot. Jen slipped into her underwear and leaned over the railing to listen to the weather report Sam had just turn on the TV.

She turned back to her abysmally empty dresser. She would have to go shopping this afternoon. Jen pulled on a maroon silk weigh, thermal base layer and a pair of form fitting ski pants. She didn't need the pants to keep her warm, but even for a snow leopard, there are some places you just don't want to get wet. Finally, she grabbed her boots and headed down stairs.

Sam was eating a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter. She was wearing baggy, olive drab, snow pants and a rust orange tank top base layer. Jen sat down next to her and poured herself a bowl of raisin bran.

Sam turned to her, "I put out your Voodoos. I assumed they would be more appropriate for the conditions."

"Thanks," Jen yawned.

Jen and Sam went outside and shouldered their skis. Sam had thrown on a grey Descente shell. Neither of them had a car, so they walked the short distance to the bus stop.

Jen had grown up on skis. She could literally ski before she could walk upright. She couldn't look good walking in heels to save her life, but when Jen strapped on ski boots (not one of the easier articles of footwear to walk in), she walked as gracefully as the best supper model on the runway.

The morning was beautiful. Everything was white from the fresh snow. The sky was clear blue with only a few clouds marking the trailing end of last night's precipitation. The sun sat just above the peaks behind them, illuminating the light, glitter like, snow which hangs in the air for hours after it's done snowing, covering everything with a light dusting of rainbow iridescence.

Two snowboarders were starring at them as Sam and Jen approached the bus stop. Sam gave Jen a mischievous smile, as if to say "watch this." She unzipped her jacket and walked into the pavilion, Jen following close behind. They took seats opposite the two men, Sam still grinning. One of them tried hitting on Sam, but she quickly shut him down with a few choice comments about his appearance, and likely hood of being able to keep up with her on the mountain. He blushed and started fiddling with his zipper.

Jen admired Sam's technique. She usually got flustered whenever a guy was admiring her, even if she didn't like him or find him attractive. She would have to ask Sam for some pointers sometime.

Jen and Sam sat there talking for about five minutes waiting on the bus, which was unsurprisingly late. The route went a short way into town before returning to the base of Peak Four to drop them off.

"How unoriginal," Jen thought for probably the thousandth time, "to number all the mountains in the range.

That morning was great. Jen and Sam made laps through some of Colorado's best tree skiing while they waited for the avi-techs to finish blasting in the bowls. They enjoyed untracked, knee deep, powder off of the small, twin seat, Echo lift. These trees were one of Ridge's best kept secrets. Unless you knew where you were going, skiers and riders were funneled into a small opening that quickly got rutted out. However, someone who knew the mountain could ski here all day without using the same line twice, much less running into another person.

Ridge was known for two things amongst expert skiers, its tree skiing, and the Crater Chutes. The Crater Chutes were a series of narrow runs, defied by near vertical rock walls, cornices, and extremely steep terrain. On top of all that, these double black EX runs were hike access only. However, due to the incline, and a large cornice along the ridge, Ski Patrol had to blast for avalanches every morning. It was this rugged terrain Jen and Sam were waiting to open.

Luckily for Jen, Sam had a few friends on ski Patrol. One of them, Geoff, a husky, tipped her off and they headed for the top of Peak Three.

They got to the lift that would take them to the hike access. It was thronged with people trying to get to the front bowl, and other high mountain terrain. Sam led them through the crowd with many a smile and "accidental" cleavage exposure. Sooner than Jen thought possible for such a crowd, they were at the loading area waiting for a new bar to rocket around the drive wheal and begin its accent up the mountain. Jen would have to learn how she did it.

As they rode the surface lift up the mountain Jen turned to Sam.

"How did you do that?" Jen asked.

"Do what?" Sam replied that mischievous smile back on her face.

"Get us through the crowd like that."

"Well, you and I have a... gift."

Jen nodded.

"You just have to use it."

"I don't know, I've always been a bit self conscious, but you, you can just waltz though without a second thought, like those two guys at the bus stop. You walked in there, knowing you were just going to shut them down if they tried, but inviting them to anyway."

"You just need some confidence. Assert yourself."

"I don't know."

"Besides, I have an advantage over you."

"What's that?"

Sam winked "I don't like guys."

Jen looked up from her skis, "huh?"

"I should have told you before, but I wanted you to get to know me first. I'm a lesbian. I just came on to those two guys to screw with them."