Author's Notes:
I really wanted to write a story that was a bit shorter and more to the point than my last one, Meant To Be. This one turned out to be a seven-page word document, though. Transitioning over from traditional writing subjects (or what I consider to be traditional rather) to erotica is still something I'm toying with. I enjoyed writing this story just as much, and I am already working on two more. I will give advance warning that this story ends abruptly, and although it's more to the point and direct than my last story, it's still long winded. If you're looking for that two-page "quickie" story well... this story is not for you. If you are looking to read a really well written story (in my opinion) then hopefully you will find what you are looking for here in my words. Once again, if the ending finds you feeling disappointed I am already working on a follow-up piece that will hopefully keep you coming back to read more of my stories. To those of you who have provided positive and politely negative feedback thank you.
The cabin reservations were booked, the plans made, and I was excited. In the last three years I hadn't had a single vacation, and this one was three months in the planning. At first when Jessica had suggested that her and I take a vacation along with our significant others I had been skeptical. After all, her and I didn't know each other very well outside of work, and what I did know of her told me she was somewhat of a wild girl, the complete opposite of me.
But after speaking to my boyfriend Paul about it he had said it sounded like a great idea, so I went ahead and made plans at work for the time off. Jessica did so as well along with her boyfriend Travis. Paul had no problems getting time off since he didn't actually have a job, so everything was set up.
In the months since we had decided to vacation together until the time it was ready to happen we had formed somewhat of a small circle, hanging out and watching movies, going to clubs, and staying over at each other's places to have a few drinks. It was funny, even though they were the complete opposite of us, Paul and I really got along well with Travis and Jess.
Paul and I had been together for almost four years, and had lived together for the last year and a half. We were what you'd call an average couple, I guess. Paul was average height and looked good. Since meeting him he had lost some of his "former glory", as he calls it, but still looked nice on the eyes. He had put on just a few pounds, but didn't have that fat or even chubby appearance. His blonde hair and blue eyes looked so cute, and his personality was what really had attracted me to him. He was very funny and outgoing, in almost a boyish sort of way.
I was pretty average as well, not overly attractive, but I could catch a few looks every now and then. My body is slim, Paul says it looks very "feminine", which I suppose makes sense. In my opinion I have a perfect ass, and my breasts, while not large, compliment my slim figure well and are very firm.
Travis and Jess, on the other hand, are completely different. Travis would be a perfect "tall, dark and handsome" candidate if not for his arrogant attitude. His body though is undeniably gorgeous. He's probably six-two, with dark hair and dark eyes, the kind that just make you want to give in to anything he asks. He also stays in very good shape, and doesn't mind showing that off by taking off his shirt whenever he can.
Jess is a gem, too. She has the most beautiful brunette hair I have ever seen on a woman, and it goes along so well with her very curvy body. She has the most beautiful set of breasts I have ever seen, probably a C-cup, and as I later found out... all natural. My first impression of Jess was that if I were ever a lesbian, I'd want to be fucking this girl more than any other.
Her body was just so gorgeous, and she was so outgoing. I could just picture us, both deliciously naked together on a bed, with my head down between her legs licking her beautiful pussy as my legs straddled her face. I'd hear her soft moans and feel her breath on my own wet pussy every time I licked her, and as she licked me back I'd grind my pussy against her mouth. We'd do this for hours, until neither of us could take another orgasm.
Before I continue I guess I should explain that I never considered myself a lesbian, or even bi-sexual. Hell, I had never even kissed another girl before. There was just something about Jess that brought out this fantasy in me to make love to another woman. She was so free spirited and wild, yet I could tell just by looking at her that she'd be so in tune to the needs of another woman if she were put into that situation.
I had to shake thoughts like these all the time when around her, mostly because she was so open. During our lunch breaks at work we'd often go shopping, and when we did we'd always end up in the lingerie section of some department store, with her asking me, "How do you think Travis would like me in this? Think he'd enjoy it? Or tear it off me as soon as he saw me in it? I'm hoping for the latter," she'd say to me with a wink.
"Well, I'm not sure, I don't know Travis all that well," would be my reply, or something else similar depending on the situation. Once we'd gotten more comfortable around each other we started to change in the same dressing room. I'm not sure if this was normal for women to do, and being with Jess I really didn't care. She just had that kind of free spirit that made you do things you would not normally do. One day she just dragged me into the same room with her, and from there on out that's how it had been.
She'd model the outfits she wanted to buy for Travis while I stood watching. She'd undress down to just her bra and panties, then try the lingerie on. This was when I found it the hardest not to fantasize. I invariably always imagined her stripping down all the way, but she never did. I thought about placing my hands on her breasts, telling her how beautiful I thought she was, then kissing her. The thought of feeling her lips against mine as I massaged her breasts would get me so excited, but she'd snap me back to reality by asking me a question or making some sort of comment about how the garment looked on her. So that was how I met Jessica and Travis, and our vacation introduced me to things far, far more interesting.
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We arrived at the lake a little past noon. It was a mildly hot day, just over 90 degrees. The brochure for the place did it no justice, it was beautiful to say the least. It sat right on the lake, facing the east side, and I could just imagine how beautiful the sunrise would look reflecting off the lake.
The cabin was very spacious, it had a large family room, with a fireplace off to the side, and a very comfortable looking couch and chair. The kitchen was large, too, and in the middle there was a small counter where you could sit. To the left was a separate room for dining with a large oak table and lamp, and a window on the far wall.
The bedrooms were impressive as well, both having large king size beds, built in bookshelves and dressers, and wall mounted lamps that faced down on the bed for reading in bed. In fact, the only negative thing about the cabin was that there was only one bathroom, and it was very small. The bathroom was separate from the bedrooms, so in order to use the bathroom you'd have to leave your room. But even the bathroom was nice, housing both a stand up shower and a hot tub style bathtub.
After settling into the cabin we all decided to go out for a swim. I put on my bathing suit, a nice two piece that showed my figure off well, and headed out to the lake. Jess and Travis followed shortly after. I couldn't believe it when I saw Jess, she was wearing a two piece as well, but with much less cloth to it. In the front her top barely covered her breasts, and she looked like she'd fall right out of it if she moved too quickly. But the backside was even more revealing. It was a g-string. One of those ones you see in magazines but no one ever actually wears. As she bent down to sit her things down I could swear I saw the smooth lips of her pussy through the thin, barely covering fabric.
We swam for a while, Jess and Travis flirting most of the time. Paul and I really didn't like to show affection in public, at least not the passionate embraces that her and Travis did. At one point we both realized we hadn't seen them for a while, and as we swam off to the side we saw them, she was straddling him in the water and moving very quickly. She was fucking Travis and we were right there by them!
I watched them for a few minutes, until Paul tried to get my attention to leave. "Hey, isn't it rude to be watching them?" he asked. I reached down and felt his hard cock under the water and replied, "Well, you certainly don't seem to have a problem watching. At least part of you, anyways."
He didn't reply because I gave him a hand job right then and there, stroking his cock rapidly as I watched my best friend and her boyfriend having sex no more than 20 feet away. He didn't last long, and even in the cold water I could feel his cum as he erupted in a nice orgasm. Afterwards he tried to return the favor, but as he found out my fingers were already in my own cunt, pleasuring myself as I watched Jessica getting off. After several minutes she began to moan louder and when I thought she was cumming I brought myself off, too.
The rest of the day was pretty average; we drove around the town, doing leisurely things. Jess and I did some shopping, sight seeing, and even played some miniature golf with the guys. We had plans to rent a boat the next morning so we all decided to head back to the cabin to get some rest.
When we got back we each took turns taking showers since there was only one shower stall and it was a bit on the small side. I treated myself to a nice, hot shower and washed my hair really well to get out whatever the hell might be in that lake water.
As I washed my body I thought of Jessica, making love to Travis as I watched on. Only in my fantasy she saw me watching, and looked into my eyes as she rode him. Her gaze would never leave me, even as we both had intense orgasms at the same time. The fantasy was so vivid I did not realize that I was getting myself off in the shower and moaning very loudly.
Getting out of the shower I toweled off and got into my p.j.'s, a set of silk men's pajama's I had pilfered from Paul and claimed as my own. I got into bed and Paul fell asleep almost immediately. I stayed up a bit longer, however, to read and unwind. I was still somewhat awake and needed to relax before trying to sleep.
I turned out the light and rested my head on my pillow to sleep, but almost immediately heard a vague noise coming from Jess's room. I lay there, trying to make out the noise, until it became very clear when I heard Jess cry out, "Oh, fuck yes! Pull my hair, fuck me harder." After that she was pretty quiet, but I could still make out the faint sounds of her moans and their bed squeaking.
I listened on for several minutes, hearing her moaning was starting to turn me on. I slipped my hand under my bottoms and found my moist pussy, and rubbed it softly. Every now and then she'd cry out loudly and I'd run my finger along my clit faster, but as her cries died down so did the speed and effectiveness of my fingers.
