Friends
Steve and Amy had been best friends since early high school. Steve had noticed her right from the start, as Amy had always been one of the prettier girls in school. But back then, Steve had been quite shy, especially with women, so they hadn't actually met until sophomore year.
Steve had initially wanted more, of course, but she had been dating someone when they had first become friends. That kind of bad timing would follow them for years, as either one or the other always seemed to be dating someone. So if there was anything more than friendship between the two, it had yet to be discovered.
When college came, they had ended up going to the same school, but only for two years. Then they both transferred to schools that were hours apart, so their contact was largely limited to phone calls and emails. Only the occasional surprise trip, or more often breaks in school allowed them to see each other.
Steve thought that every time he saw Amy, she got more and more attractive. But with being so far apart, and still with the bad timing, neither one seriously thought to bring it up. But like Steve, Amy appreciated how well Steve was maturing. Her biggest gripe about him was his lack of confidence, which she didn't understand. She told herself that it was just because they were friends, but she liked that he was much more confident by graduation.
It had been a little more than a year since graduation, and mostly by chance Steve and Amy had managed to get jobs in the same town. Until recently, both had been involved in semi-serious relationships, so both naturally continued their usual affectionate and flirty friendship as before.
So when Amy called Steve one day at work about possibly going on vacation with some friends, Steve was more than willing. Unfortunately, business had been picking up, so he wasn't sure if he could get away for an entire week.
"Oh, c'mon you sissy, take a break," chided Amy.
"Easy for you to say, you don't do jack shit. I myself, on the other hand, am a very important person and have much to do," Steve replied.
"You're so full of shit."
"Yeah, pretty much," laughed Steve.
"Well, what's it going to take to get you to come?"
"Sticking it in your ass would probably do the trick," Steve said in the same tone he had used thousands of times before.
"Ok, but only for a little bit. Last time I couldn't walk straight for a week," Amy said even-toned.
"Yeah, I don't know for real though. When are you guys leaving?"
"We leave sometime on Friday, depending on if you can get off or not."
"Oh, I can get off baby, don't worry about that."
Amy laughed into the phone, hoping Steve would be able to make it. They were going to a friend's cabin up north. Steve had never been able to make any of the previous trips to the cabin, and Amy knew he'd have a blast.
"It's a great time, you should really make an effort to go," she said, almost scolding him.
"Ok, ok, I'll try. But I gotta go, I'll let you know."
Steve had gotten off the phone almost sure he'd be able to make it, but he wanted to leave Amy in suspense. The suspense hadn't lasted long, as Steve had called her back that night to let her know he was in, but he couldn't go until after work. So the plan was Steve and Amy would drive up right after work on Friday and meet everyone there.
The drive on Friday was surprisingly quick, even though it was a little over three hours long. Steve and Amy seemed to have that affect on each other. They ended up pulling into the driveway just after 9 o'clock to see the house lights ablaze. Everyone seemed to have gotten a head start on them.
But what first caught Steve's attention was the "cabin" itself. "Cabin my ass," he muttered to himself. Amy only laughed at his reaction. She'd had the same one herself. The cabin was huge, considerably bigger than Steve's house. He got the quick rundown from Amy: four bedrooms, each with their own full bathroom, living room, dining room, full gourmet kitchen, and all the electronics a man could dream about. Plus it overlooked a very scenic lake, and was shielded from the neighbors by heavy foresting.
"If I'd have known this was what it was like, I would've made the trip a lot sooner," Steve said, carrying in their bags.
"And here I was thinking it was all the butt sex that got you here," she said.
"Butt sex? Oh yeah, that'll be cool too. But look at this friggin' house!" Steve joked, causing them both to laugh as they entered the cabin. Everyone greeted them loudly, clearly on their way to getting drunk.
Before Steve or Amy could even get their bags to a room, people were getting drinks ready for them. For the next couple of hours, everyone drank and had a great time, but not getting carried away. This was the first night after all.
Around midnight, things were starting to wind down, so Steve grabbed their bags and headed for a bedroom. The last one he found unoccupied already was at the very end of the hall on the second floor, and appeared to be the smallest. It was still a pretty good size, but not as lavish as the others. The bed in this one was only a double, and the room had only one dresser.
Steve was fine with it, and tossed their bags onto the bed and went to return downstairs. He passed Lindsay and Kurt, who had been dating for years, as they were coming up the steps.
"Kurt, helluva place you got here," Steve said.
"Yeah, the parents did alright on this one," he laughed. "Oh, I think you and Amy are gonna be in the room at the end of the hall, if that's cool."
