Sarah had been running round like a chicken with it's head cut off the past few days. She'd got this idea into her head that because Ben was going to be away on a cruise with his mates for two weeks, that the rest of the house needed to get away too. She'd been organising Ellie and me ever since. As far as I could work out, she'd arranged that the three of us were going to be staying at her brother's girlfriend's father's cabin on the lake. Whatever. I was cool with being where I was told to be at any given time... Just leave me out of the organising bit. I think Ellie pretty much felt the same as me.
The Friday before we were all supposed to be taking our little road trip out to the cabin (Ben had already been a week on his cruise – and I had the bawdy MMS messages to prove it) Sarah and I bunked off work early. We do this every now and again so we can have wild untamed sex in an empty house. It's good to be alone sometimes, you know. No comedy show in the background with your housemates giggling while you're trying to get it on with your girlfriend, if you know what I mean. The giggling can be very damaging to a man's ego! Sares and I ended up having sex in the shower – all hot, steamy and soapy, not to mention slippery. It was a good way to start a three day weekend.
I came strutting out of the bathroom, all refreshed, with a towel wrapped around my hips, and nearly collided with Ellie, hurtling down the hallway, sleeping bag in tow. "Aaaarrrgh," she squealed. "Mr Mason kept me late, the bastard! He knew I had to leave on time today too! I think he does it deliberately!"
"You probably owe him the overtime anyway, you slack bitch!" I called after her hurrying form. She turned back to me, stuck her tongue out and disappeared into her room.
"You know, you shouldn't be so rude to Ellie," came a voice behind me, and without a second's notice Sarah had whipped the towel from my waist and ran into our bedroom. After a stunned moment I raced after her, had a brief struggle opening the door (she was pushing on the other side,) and managed to get my naked body inside.
"What was that?" I asked, snatching the towel back from her while she rolled about on the bed laughing. "You just leave me there, naked and vulnerable in the hall! Ellie could have walked out and seen me!" I tried to look hurt but couldn't resist cracking a smile at her obvious enjoyment over the incident. Pouncing, I pinned her arms above her head and started nuzzling her neck in that way I knew she found unbearably ticklish. Giggling she got away from me so I just lay there holding her.
"Mmmm, well 'poor Ellie' may have enjoyed the view!"
"I hardly think Ellie needs to see my sorry arse, just moments before we head off on a weekend together. She'd be put off her whole weekend!"
"Well you never know what goes through people's heads sometimes." Sarah smiled at me minx-like.
"And what's going through your head, missy?" I asked suspiciously.
"I was just thinking, it might be a novelty for Elle to see a man's naked body. When was the last time she had a boyfriend? You could have been doing her a favour. Maybe you should flash her this weekend, really make her day?"
"I'm not about to flash her! Well, deliberately," I corrected. "I'm sure if Ellie wanted to see more naked male bodies there would be plenty of men lining up to oblige her. Though I'm sure she'd appreciate your concern for her." I shook my head at my girlfriend. She was a mad one sometimes. I'd think we were just playing, but I couldn't be quite sure Sarah wasn't serious sometimes.
"If you flashed her she might flash you back," she continued coyly.
"Bloody hell Sarah! I don't want to see Ellie naked!" I jumped up, grabbing my overnight bag, and started throwing random clothes in. "Geez!" I didn't like the way Sarah was looking at me, all smug like. Okay, so maybe I did want to see Ellie naked, but what red blooded male doesn't want to cop a view of a pretty brunette every once in a while. It's not like I fantasised about her! Okay, so there was that one time that I'd got myself off thinking about sucking her breasts, but I really didn't obsess about her. I loved Sares and she was more than enough woman for me.
"You don't want to see her naked?" she asked, jumping off the bed and wrapping her arms around me, her chest pressed against my back. Leaning up on tiptoe she whispered in my ear, "Really? 'Cause I do."
The drive to the cabin was only an hour and a half, but it seemed like an eternity, with Sarah's words swimming round and round in my head. Thankfully I was driving, so I could concentrate on that, while the two girls giggled and talk nine to the dozen, interspersed by rowdy renditions of school camps songs. By the end of the drive I'd been able to put it all out of my mind and was caught up in the girl's silly mood.
We arrived at the cabin. It was right by the lake, with a little pontoon jutting out over the water's edge. There was a little boat shed nearby but otherwise no signs of human life. The bush crackled around us and the birds chattered non-stop, trying to get in as much talk time before the sun set on them, I expect.
The cabin itself was quite small, with just one main room, and a small kitchen and bathroom sectioned off. There were no separate bedrooms, just four single cots lining two walls. There was a sofa and a couple of armchairs in the centre of the room, facing a fireplace that looked like it hadn't been lit in a decade.
Sarah busied herself unpacking the essentials; vodka, bourbon and tequila. Ellie grabbed an old tea towel and started flicking it about the room, dislodging dust and cobwebs. I was ordered outside to bring in the rest of the bags.
