They were young lovers who wanted to spend some time alone, wanting to take advantage of the warm, summer weather in New York's Adirondack Park. The two set out as dawn broke, and he drove the two hours north to a cabin one of his aunts owned.
It was a wooden A-frame; two levels though the top floor only held one room, which usually had three of four small beds. It had a bathroom, but one that held only the commode and sink. The shower was outside, exposed to the air. Some might have been self-conscious of this, but with the nearest neighbor more than a quarter mile away, the odds someone would watch were next to impossible. Anyone who stayed at the cabin had access to the reservoir, to a dock where one could dive from or just enjoy the water. If a person wanted to stay close to the cabin, there was a private small lake, created from a spring-fed pond and surrounded by a sand beach.
Sabine Rosener had the cabin described to her by Campion Theriot and thought it was wonderful. She readily agreed to come with him and spend a weekend alone, enjoying the open air and the lake. She even hinted to him that she wouldn't mind skinny-dipping.
He pulled his car up the gravel road and parked in front, better to unload here than to park in the back where there was adequate room for five vehicles. He bounded out and to the passenger side, to be gallant and open the door for her. She shook her head and giggled at this small show of chivalry.
"Your descriptions of this place don't do it justice," she commented as she walked to the door. She stopped and spun around, looking at the woods the enclosed the cabin. She smiled, noticed that the pines were shading the majority of the property, keeping the heat away, even at this early hour.
"Beautiful, just beautiful," she mumbled to herself as he unlocked the front door.
"Let me get that," she said. She reached down and took her bags from him. "I don't want you to bring in everything."
"The bedroom's straight ahead," Campion directed.
"Thank you, Honey." The young woman walked into the cabin and slowly walked towards the bedroom. She turned slowly to see the roughhewed logs that supported the roof. She liked that the living, dining, and kitchen areas were all in the relative same place, just footsteps away from each other. She found the bedroom and placed her bags on the queen-sized bed.
Sabine sat next to her bags and smiled. "This is going to be a good weekend," she thought to herself. Campion told her that they had the next three days to themselves, no roommates of his to worry about, none of their family members getting under their skin, and most importantly, no lecherous married male manager at work constantly asking her to have a drink with him.
"Hey Campion," a female voice called from the second level.
Sabine rushed out and asked, "Who's that?"
Campion stood wordless, his gaze going from his girlfriend to the naked female looking down at him.
"Hello Sabine," another female said from behind her. She jumped, startled by it. She turned and blushed. He looked and shook his head, placed his face in his palm: His aunt's best friend Gwendolyn was naked, her hair wet, obviously returning from the outdoor shower. She was a short, plump woman, one gifted with large breasts and a matching smile. She was ten years senior of the young lovers: his aunt was just 15 years older herself.
Sabine turned and faced her boyfriend. Through her tight lips and eyes, she conveyed her anger. He opened his mouth to express his own shock at them not being alone. He didn't have a chance.
"Honey," Gwendolyn said, touching the younger woman gently on the shoulder. "He didn't know we were going to be here." She tossed her towel over a shoulder and continued. "I'm sorry if we made you mad."
Sabine relaxed her body, but was still upset. "Why are you here?"
The other woman descended the wooden stairs and began to explain. "Gwen and I knew you two were going to use the cabin this weekend. We didn't care. We wanted you to know what Camp has been seeing for the last two years.
The older woman's body shook with each step, causing Sabine to smile inwardly. She noticed that the older woman had children, the stretch marks on her stomach made it evident. She was older than the siblings' parents were.
"Who are you?" Sabine asked. "I've never met you."
"She's his Aunt Debbie," Gwen answered.
Sabine turned to Campion, still standing straight, his mouth still ajar. "I thought I met all your relatives, or a majority of them." She returned to looking at the friend.
Gwen smiled and shook her head. "She's his mother's longest and closest friend."
Debbie stood in front of both younger women and smiled. "Nice to meet you finally," she said with a hand extended. Sabine hesitated for a moment before accepting it. She turned to the friend, her hand still holding onto the older woman's hand.
"Why are two naked?" She paused for a moment, and then continued. "What? Wait. You said, 'Camp's been seeing for the last two years'. What does that mean?"
Gwendolyn wrapped an arm around the young man's girlfriend and led her to the living area. Once set on the couch, Gwendolyn began to explain.
She placed the towel next to Sabine, sat on it, and spoke. "Camp just started college and our mother began work as a manager at Champion. The gym right next to the store, Forever Lady, gave her five free yearlong memberships as a welcome to the strip mall family. His sister Tara, his aunt Mary, Debbie, and I took them quickly.
