The Cabin 105

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I imagined she was a little surprised to see me sitting across the room as she woke up in the cabin.

I was as far away as the space would allow, but the cabin was only one room, bed in one corner and kitchen and eating area in the far corner. I had opted to sleep outside and to leave the cabin for Melissa and Jim - so they could have some together time if they were up for it. There was a loft with an extra bed, but the ladder pulled down right by the bed and privacy would have been non-existent.

I woke with the sunrise in my bevy by the fire pit at 5am and tried to snuggle into the down sleeping bag I camp with, but once I got up to go pee and the wind started down the mountainside, I was quickly seeking the shelter of the little cabin tucked into the woods.

I thought that with the sun out and the birds waking up, that the two of them would join me in the kitchen for a morning cup of coffee, but apparently we partied a little harder than they were used to last night and they didn't budge for the first hour.

I threw a blanket over my legs as I sat at the high top kitchen table and smiled at Jim's light snoring. He had an entire symphony of breathing noises that he brought out one instrument at a time as he rose and dove into deeper sleep or changed position on the bed.

Melissa on the other hand was silent and still, blankets pulled up to her chin and only the dyed blue of her hair peaking out of the blankets.

Last night we bonded, Melissa and I. Sitting around the fire, drinking, getting high. She tucked herself up under my arm and spoke of her childhood, her relationship with Jim, her hopes and dreams. Jim sat on the other side of the fire, talking it up with our other friends. In the dark, on the way back from saying goodbye to our friends and heading to the cabin, Melissa held my hand and cuddled close to my side - ostensibly to secure her footing in the dark - but she seemed reluctant to release my hand when we arrived at the cabin door.

This morning I just sat, smiling as I listened to Jim and thinking about the previous night.

One of the shifts in bed brought Melissa's face and arm out of the blankets and I had the opportunity to watch her as she slept, beautiful in the peacefulness of slumber.

When she opened her eyes, that is how she found me, smiling with a slight look of awe on my face. We watched each other for a bit, both enjoying the intimacy of the silence punctuated by Jim's susurrations.

I couldn't help myself, I grinned like an idiot in adoration and let her see the gentle surrender in my eyes. She smiled too and the room's idiot count grew by one more.

After a bit, she pulled the blanket over her leg towards the center of the bed and uncovered a long bare limb from toes to tank top. Her smooth rear faced away from me as she lay on her side, but the curves grabbed my attention, especially as my eyes traveled down her, from ass to thigh to calf and back up again. By the time I reached her face she had a cocked eyebrow, seeming to ask how I liked the view.

I smiled and shrugged in feigned indifference, as if to say that I was not impressed yet. My eyes dropped to the breasts hidden under the tank top and then looked back at her, this time my eyebrow cocked in challenge.

Melissa looked at Jim across the bed, his back to her, snoring in deep slumber and then back at me. She gave me a naughty grin and started drawing her finger up from her waist, pulling the tank up with the motion. As her finger moved past the lower portion of her breast, the fabric stuck on the mound and as she pulled it higher and higher, the fabric stretched until in one swift adjustment, the tank snapped over her breast and settled high on the mound.

There exposed to me was her breast, nipple poking in profile, her areola looking tight and wrinkled. My mouth dropped open and I stared in wonderment. Melissa saw that my attention settled on the hard nub of her nipple and watching for my reaction, that finger came back down and circled her nipple twice - each circuit causing the areola to swell some more and the nipple to darken and harden.

I tore my gaze from her show back up to her eyes and indicated with my mine that I wanted to know what she was going to do with it now.

She looked from me to her excited nipple and with a slightly lost look on her face, she pinched it between thumb and finger and tweaked it while pulling. A soft moan escaped her lips and she immediately looked to Jim to see if it had disturbed him. It hadn't, in fact, Jim tossed one more time pulling on the blankets and exposed more of her as she lay there. She looked at me in consternation and then in challenge, rolling onto her back and bringing both hands up to her breasts, both pinching and rolling the nipples.

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair as my erection grew and she noticed the source of my agitation. She looked down and raised her eyebrows in request. I was in no state to refuse her - she sat across from me, giving so much already.

I hooked my fingers in my sweatpants and with little upward lunge, pulled the entire set - blanket and sweats - down to my knees, dropping my bare ass onto the kitchen chair and leaving my cock pointing to the sky.

Her eyes grew round and then hungry. She cupped her breasts as if to offer them to me and then tweaked and pulled her nipples while looking at my cock. She raised her eyes to mine and asked again for fair recompense.

I gripped my shaft and drew my thumb across the seeping head of my dick, drawing the pre-cum that was ready and waiting so that I could swirl it around the head of my cock, causing it to glisten.

This time her mouth dropped open and she seemed unable to do anything as she watched my glistening cock bob and twitch with my heartbeat. I gave it one long stroke, causing it to harden even more and looked back at her.

One more glance at Jim had her pulling the lower half of blankets off her legs, proving that she wore no underwear, and drawing her knees up and then dropping them open. Her wet pussy greeted me with equal passion, as my cock had greeted her.

As I had done, one hand dropped to her slick slit, gathered up the moisture there and then spread it across and around her clitoral hood. Our eyes locked on each other and then dropped back to our respective views. Her eyes had been filled with wonder, abandon, lust, and challenge.

I met her challenge as I must, stroking my cock, spreading my pre-cum as needed, one hand cupping my balls while my eyes devoured her.

She circled her clit with all of her fingers, pressing down, then dipping one into her open slit to pump two or three times, only to have it come back out, spreading her gathered juices on her clit again. We paced ourselves to each other, my hand squeezing my balls while hers pulled hard on her nipple. My breathing and pace matched hers. We walked at first, but soon we had to run. Every time she dipped her fingers into herself I'd imagine it was me fucking her with my cock. Every time she circled her clit, I imagined the taste and smell of her as if my tongue replaced her finger.

We came together, her tensing up, legs crashing together and me ejaculating into the air, onto the table, and chair.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever done. It was the most intimate. It was love and it was friendship and it was a promise of the future. By the time I had cleaned up my mess with paper towels by the sink, she had pulled her shirt back down and covered up with the blanket.

We looked at each other, differently, with less questions and more hope. We both looked to Jim as he brought out a new instrument to regale us with as he slept.

We looked at him with love too.

There is more than enough love to go around - we live in an abundant universe.