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"Honeeeey," came the plaintive cry from my girlfriend Becca.
"Ummm?" I responded as I kept reading the latest news on my i-Phone.
"Uh, Honey, I'd like to ask you a big, no make it a huge, no, correct that, make it a colossal favor."
"OK, ask away, but I can't promise anything," I responded as I turned to her.
"Sure, uh, you know your family ski cabin? Well, I was wondering if Abby and Cassie and I could use it on the long weekend coming up. We'd take good care of it, and there'd be no, well, there'd be only a little drinking. Honest, the three of us just wanna get away for a girls' weekend."
"Becca, hold on. It's not my decision. Dad and Mom are in charge and so far, they have always said a family member always has to be there; no loaning out to others, no renting out, you know."
"But we girls wanna be by ourselves. Could you please ask your folks?"
I agreed to ask my dad, but I knew the answer would be 'No' unless one of the family, that would most likely be me, was there at the same time. Later that evening I called and asked him.
"Say, Dad, Becca wants to ask a couple of her girlfriends up to the cabin for the long weekend coming up. Any issues?"
"Jake, none what-so-ever, but you know the rule. You'd have to go with 'em."
"Yeah, I know, but I promised I'd ask on their behalf. Say, the weekend is still open, isn't it?"
"Sure is. Just let me know if you want to get dibs on it before your brother or sister. Louise and I won't be going up that weekend, that much I know."
"Go ahead and pencil me in for the Friday night and leaving Monday afternoon. I'll finalize the details later."
"That's the weekend of your birthday, isn't it?"
"Uh, yup, but maybe you, Mom and I can celebrate later. No big deal. I know Becca really wants to go and maybe she and I can celebrate with a nice dinner up at the ski lodge."
"Jacob, I know I can trust you and I expect you and anyone you invite up there to take good care of the place. It's been in the family for three generations and even though it's pretty rustic, it's ours and we want to keep it."
"Yeah, Dad, I know. I'll make sure it's still standing when we leave," I joked.
The next afternoon I met Becca at the student union for a coffee and to let her know the news in person. I told her she and her two girlfriends were welcome to the cabin, but I'd have to go with them.
"Aww, I was hoping they'd change the rules for us. We're good girls, well, you know..."
"Look, Becca, you can still have a good time with them. You guys downhill and can be together during the day while I go off for my cross-country work. We can meet in the evenings and I'll sleep in the lean-to while you three get the main cabin. I'm sure I'll be exhausted so you can gossip and laugh all you want; I won't hear a thing."
"Yeah, I guess it'll be OK. Thanks for asking, Jake. You're so sweet," she added with a quick, sensuous kiss. "I'll call Abby and Cassie and we'll start to set things up."
After that, we did a bit of planning. We'd all drive up together on Friday afternoon and ski Saturday and Sunday. Her friends would take the ski bus back down late Sunday and Becca and I would close things down and drive back Monday with all their ski gear. The week leading up to our trip was a busy one at college and we didn't have much time to do any fancy meal planning. Abby and Cassie agreed to take care of the Friday and Saturday meals and Becca and I would eat at the lodge on Sunday. The rest of the meals were loosely planned and scheduled. I figured there would be a lot of snacking to tide us over.
On Friday campus was like a ghost town after eleven am and I didn't feel bad skipping my afternoon class. I drove the SUV with my gear over to Becca's place where the other two had brought their stuff. It took no time at all to get our gear into the Rocket Box and crammed into the rear of the car. There was plenty of room for the three girls after all the gear was stowed.
I thoroughly enjoyed watching them running around and loading the car. All three were of a similar build. Each was around five and a half feet tall, they were all fairly thin but with nice curves in the right places and from the rear, if it weren't for their hair, they looked a lot alike. As a result, they were nick-named "The Triplets" by their friends. Abby's hair was fairly light blonde, almost white, Becca's was a tad darker and Cassie's was the darkest of all, some would call it dishwater blonde.
Eventually we were loaded up and ready to go. Becca sat shotgun and Abby was behind me and Cassie sat behind Becca. The girls were all in good spirits and joked, teased each other and sang little songs nearly all the way to the ski resort.
Our cabin was a couple of miles beyond the resort just off the main highway. Dad had arranged for a snow plow to keep the drive open all winter so we were able to drive right up to the door. We quickly unloaded all of the food and clothing and got the heat going. The cabin was quite rustic. It was a single, large room with an open floor plan. The kitchen was off to one side and the rest of the room had a series of sofas which faced a huge fireplace. The bathroom was a walled-off corner. Sleeping arrangements were always casual. Some would curl up on the floor, some would sleep on the sofas and, in a pinch, one of the sofas had a pull-out bed.
I was designated to sleep in the "lean-to." Years ago, my folks wanted to install a water heater so they extended the roof line down one side of the cabin and created a tiny, six-foot wide room. It had a very low ceiling and at one end was a closet which held the heater. The rest of the space was barely big enough to hold a twin bed which was where I was banished to. Quite frankly, I was happy since I would be able to get some sleep while the girls stayed up late talking or whatever.
Abby cooked dinner for us while we all sat around and drank some wine and relaxed. We discussed the next day. I would take them all to the lifts and then drive on a few miles to the cross-country trails and go out solo for the day. I'd pick them up around four on my way back.
After dinner Becca let on it was my birthday the next day. There was some good-natured teasing about what my present from her might be. She deflected the jokes saying we'd planned dinner at the lodge on Sunday and a special evening together the following weekend. Finally, around ten or so, I was getting really tired though the girls seemed to be going strong. I hit the head and then excused myself to go to bed. After closing the door to the "lean-to", I was able to relax a bit and quickly fell asleep. Sometime later I woke up and still heard them talking and laughing. Eventually I was aware of quiet and everyone seemed to have fallen asleep.
At some point, I heard the door creak. I was instantly awake and aware someone was in my room. I felt the bed shift and my blankets were pulled back as Becca crawled on top of me.
"Uh, hi..."
"Shh," she responded.
I reached up to stroke her back and she grabbed my hands and pinned them to the bed whispering, "Nuh-uh."
"Please..."
"Shh!"
I quickly got the idea Becca was in charge. Sometimes she can get pretty demanding and even bossy, particularly when she's horny. I usually let her have her way when she's like that. It had been over a week since we'd had sex and I figured she wanted a quickie while the others were asleep. She rose up on me and again as I reached to hold her, she pushed my hands back to the sheets. I left them there realizing this was a dream come true. My girlfriend was going to town on me and I didn't have to do anything but lie back and enjoy the ride! Within a few seconds I was rock hard and she rose up and grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her pussy before sliding down on me. She was so wet and so tight that I could hardly believe it. Within a few seconds she pushed up and then back down repeatedly, leaning forward while holding my hands pinned to the bed. Her breathing became irregular as she started to rub her pubes against mine.
Suddenly, something felt a bit off. Usually when she does that, our skin slides over each other's nicely, but here it was different. She seemed to be having trouble getting to her orgasm and when she released my left hand, I felt her reach between us and start to rub herself repeatedly. Becca will sometimes get too excited, as she puts it, and then have trouble coming, so I figured this was the problem. After rubbing herself some, she almost lost her balance and threw her hand back out to support herself, so I slipped mine down to rub her clit as she pounded on me.
She had shaved! She was as bald as could be! I had asked her to do this several times and had specifically requested it for my birthday. Now I was getting my wish. As I curled my hand up to rub her clit I whispered, "You shaved?"
