It's funny how sexual people manage to find each other. You can know a person for years, but (without fail) the adventurous types manage to find each other. It's like a gravity of sorts, I guess. This is the story of just such an occasion.
I'd known Amber for years. She was like family, in a way. She was a friend of the family while we grew up, and she later rented a room in my house. She was a bit of a "late-bloomer" (her "awkward phase" lasted into college) so despite her very obvious charms, I'd never taken to thinking of her in a sexual way. I'd be lying if I said I liked her boyfriend, Jerry. It was one of those on-again/off-again relationships that drove me mad. They'd break up temporarily, but he'd string her along as he "dated" as many women as he could during their hiatus. Unfortunately, our story begins during an "on-again" stint.
Having known each other for years, Amber and I knew many of the same people. Our circles of friends overlapped considerably. When Amber and I heard that our friend Joe was getting married, we decided to make a weekend vacation out of it. I'd just begun dating Cassie at the time, and Amber and Jerry knew of a cabin about 25 minutes from the wedding site. We made arrangements, and planned a weekend for the four of us.
Friday rolled around, and being early December the weather was taking a turn for the worse. As the forecast called for freezing rain and sleet, Amber and I decided to leave town early for the cabin. Jerry and Cassie worked until late, and would be up (weather permitting) later that night.
As we drove, the rain began falling. Gentle at first, then increasingly heavier. In the big picture, a little rain isn't so bad...but as the temperature plummeted, things began to get slick on the roads. As traffic had slowed to a crawl, the trip took much longer than anticipated. Fortunately, the office stayed open until we arrived (the 2 bedroom cabin was part of a resort complex...a "tourist trap" if I'd ever seen one), and the manager wasted no time closing down as he handed us the keys.
"I hope you two are ready for the storm...it's only getting worse, from what I hear".
The cabin was just down a private road, and we were relieved as we pulled in. Amber had just received word that Jerry and Cassie weren't going to chance the roads until Saturday morning, at earliest.
I brought out the keys, and fumbled with the door. Try as I might, I couldn't get any of them to work.
"This is cabin 3, isn't it Amber?"
"Yes! Please hurry! The rain is really coming down...I'm gonna freeze to death!"
It took probably a good 5 minutes, but eventually I was able to unlock the door. The cabin would be a welcome reprieve from the struggles of our trip. I reached for the light switch.
Click.
Click.
Click.
"That's not good, Chris."
"Ice must have weighed down the tree branches, and knocked out a power line. You said they supply firewood?"
"Yeah. There should be a rack filled with it on the far wall. We should get a fire going...they use electric heat in these cabins. No power, no heat."
I've never had such a hard time starting a fire. My fingers and hands shook and shivered as I tried to crumble up newspaper and strategically place kindling. Both of us were absolutely soaked. Then, our bad luck continued.
"Chris, both duffle bags are soaked too. No dry clothes. I'll grab some towels."
Having rented out a room to Amber a few years earlier, I'd seen her in a towel before. She wasn't a "dress in the bathroom" kind of girl. She preferred to wrap up and continue getting dressed in her bedroom. While the "towel thing" may have been old news, I must admit that I was a little surprised when she hung her clothes by the fire to dry out. I had picked her up from work, and she was smartly dressed in a professional skirt and blouse. However, I was shocked (and admittedly a little pleased) to see her hanging out what she wore underneath. First came the black thigh-high stockings, followed by the garter belt. Next, a pair of tiny black panties that seemed so small that it was hard to believe they served any practical purpose. Finally, an exquisite lacy black bra, which I could tell had probably cost her a pretty penny.
There she was... a 5'8" leggy brunette wearing nothing but a towel. How did I not allow myself to see this before? Was it due to our long friendship, or because I'd first met her during her "ugly duckling" phase? One thing was for certain...our friendship would likely have been much different if THIS had been my first impression of her.
Once the fire was roaring, I excused myself to my bedroom to change out of my wet attire. I suddenly became a little self-conscious. While I wasn't "hard", I was slightly aroused by what I'd just seen. I sure hoped that I could control this, as a towel does very little to hide this sort of situation.
I came out of the bedroom to find that Amber had moved a small sofa in front of the fireplace. I dropped down next to her without saying a word. She put her head on my shoulder, and moved in tight (a situation that was not unfamiliar, as it had happened fairly often during our time as roommates - she was a "snuggler", and was always cold). I moved my arm around the back of the sofa, to allow her to get comfortable.
We sat silently, and warmed ourselves by the fire. As the hours rolled by, each of us dozed and only awoke when I needed to add wood to the fire. Around 3 AM, Amber dozed again. Her arm (which was propping her up on my leg) went limp and her hand crept downward, her fingernails lightly tickling the inside of my thigh.
This was exactly the situation I was afraid of! I hoped and wished that she'd stay asleep long enough to get my engorged member back under control. Unfortunately, this was not the case.
"Chris! Oh my God!"
"I'm sorry Amber...I don't intend anything by it. It just happened," I sheepishly replied.
