A Snowy Weeend Laid Bare

I didn't think much of it at the time, but I guess an invitation to spend a weekend with three women at a cabin in Vermont should have sent my wheels spinning rapidly into fantasyland. However, since this came from my long-time friend Ellie, it didn't ignite any sparks. It appeared unremarkable, really; and I casually accepted.

Apparently, Ellie and three of her friends had rented the cabin for a January ski trip, but one friend cancelled last minute, and they were looking for a substitute. The cost was reasonable, and I had the weekend free, so why not? Although I didn't ski, I still relished getting out of my house for a few days. The thought of some peaceful time in the snowy woods of The Green Mountain State was appealing.

"Chris, everyone will have their own room," Ellie offered as incentive. "So there is plenty of privacy, in case you were worried about all us girls."

"Sounds good," I responded. "Your friends don't mind a guy going? I don't want to intrude on a girls' weekend."

"No problem," replied Ellie. "I told them you're a good guy. And harmless," she added with a smile.

Ellie and I have been friends ever since we were young, having gone to school together all our lives, up through university. While we occasionally drifted apart - having boyfriends and girlfriends will do that - we always felt comfortable with each other.

Maybe it was because she was such an old friend that I rarely thought about her as girlfriend material. Physically, she was very cute; five-six height with a tight, fit body. When I was younger, I did have my sexual curiosities about her, but as our friendship developed, those began to wane. We were akin to brother and sister. Yeah, so I was pretty much harmless.

Ellie was always outgoing, and friends with just about everyone; a classic extrovert. For me, I was the opposite. Textbook introvert. Not in a weird way, though; I wasn't sitting in a dark basement playing Dungeons and Dragons with my geeky friends. I was the kind of guy that if I went to a party, I'd end up talking to one person all night. And like many introverts, I admired extroverts. I suppose that is what kept me close to Ellie - I felt safe around her. I still do. I think her presence allows me to enjoy the fringes of her sociable behavior; a behavior I can't replicate on my own.

The plan was to leave early on Friday morning, make the drive up from New York to Vermont, and come back Monday. Ellie's friend, Rose - who I had never met - offered to drive, which was great. She picked us up in a brand new Lexus SUV, which struck me as extravagant. Now Rose didn't look like the type to own such a luxury vehicle - she dressed a little goth - trending to the side of rough. Smaller than Ellie, she had a more wild look with jet back shoulder length hair and these huge black boots. Although she didn't speak much on the five-hour ride from Poughkeepsie to Burlington, you could tell she had this healthy air of confidence about her. She was pretty cynical; which, honestly, I could relate to. In another life, one in which I was more alpha, I could see myself being connected to her.

Rose picked up the other friend, Debbie, first; which was perfect, as it meant Ellie and I got the back seat, making it comfortable for me. I didn't really know Rose and Debbie, so the seating arrangement was optimal.

Debbie, unlike Rose and Ellie, was a little on the hefty side, with a sizable chest and matching ass. Now, some guys are into curvy women, but she was not my type. Like Ellie, she was outgoing, but in a judgmental, borderline overbearing way. Let's just say she had her opinions and wasn't shy about sharing them. That's my initial impression, anyway. She was overly chatty for the whole car ride, which got to be annoying, but I was safely tucked behind her in the back seat and was able to drift in and out of sleep for part of the journey.

We arrived at 3 PM and checked into our rented cabin as per our host's instructions. It was outside of Burlington; a sizable two-story home hidden way back in the woods. A long, winding driveway, packed down with a few months' worth of snow, led up to the house. Rose's SUV came in handy and easily maneuvered the wintery roads and driveway. Not to mention, it held the ski rack nicely for their three pairs of skis.

The house was gorgeous, and well-apportioned for our stay; complete with a working fireplace and cords of wood for our use. Cozy and serene, it felt like miles away from civilization.

Ellie and I volunteered to go grocery shopping, borrowing Rose's car. It also gave us a chance to catch up.

"Your friends seem nice," I began.

"Wait until they start drinking," warned Ellie.

"Debbie is quite...opinionated," I commented, trying to be diplomatic.

"Ha. Yeah, that's putting in mildly," chuckled Ellie. "What did you think of Rose?"

"She's quiet," I replied. "She seems almost angry. Mysterious, I guess."

"Yeah, she comes across that way, and she can be a firecracker," Ellie said, turning into the grocery store lot. "I met her through my ex, and let me just say, she is so much more than what she seems."

I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what her cryptic and ominous comment could mean, but thought better of prying into other people's business. Getting out of the car, we began our shuffle across the parking lot, peppered with patches of snow and ice, trying hard not to fall on our asses.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Debbie asked me if you were married or had a girlfriend. She told me you were handsome when we were unpacking," Ellie smiled, looking at me for a reaction.

"Me?" I replied. "Hey, I hope you are not fixing me up!"

"No, no, not at all, Chris" swiftly answered Ellie. "She just told me. Just thought you should know in case you're interested."

I stayed silent. I didn't want to bring up that I wasn't in the least bit attracted to Debbie. Rose, maybe; Debbie, not at all. I was always attracted to Ellie, but being close friends for so long sort of eliminated that possibility.

"Hey," I interrupted, aiming to change the subject. "Let me pick out the groceries. I'll cook for us. I like to cook. I've gotten pretty good," I boasted. Plus, cooking brings me peace and a sense of accomplishment.

"Awesome!" exclaimed Ellie. "We all hate cooking. You can be the cook all weekend if you want."

"OK," I agreed. I knew that I could immerse myself in the culinary arts and hopefully avoid too much social interaction; excessive time with people tends to exhaust me.

We bought a plethora of groceries, as I now was planning to impress the hell out of them. After validating any dietary restrictions - happily, there were none - we hit the liquor store and loaded up on alcohol and mixers.

Upon return, I set about preparing dinner - baked chicken breast stuffed with prosciutto and provolone cheese, with sides of steamed Italian vegetables and seasoned brown rice. I also whipped up an opening garden salad with a homemade balsamic vinaigrette. Yeah, I was showing off a bit. I had them sit and I served them, even pouring their wine. The compliments were glowing, and so was I. I knew Ellie would like my cooking, and Debbie; well, I really didn't care what she thought. Rose, on the other hand - mysterious, dark Rose - I desired her acceptance.

When we returned from the grocery shopping, I noticed Rose had changed out of her almost all-black outfit into a pair of jeans and an oversized light blue sweater. She looked like a different woman; softer and more approachable. Maybe it was the martinis I swallowed too quickly, but I felt this refreshing attraction to her. She might have appeared gentler in her change of clothes, but she was still pretty quiet and enigmatic. Loud people like Debbie turn me off, but someone like Rose - who was the female version of the strong, silent male - captivated me. I wanted to know more.

However, each time I tried to engage Rose in any sort of conversation, she was short and abrupt. She graciously complimented my cooking, but not enthusiastically. Alas, my subtle and sad attempts at flirting went unnoticed.

All in all, Friday night was pedestrian, as they all wanted to go to sleep early so they could get a prompt start tomorrow for skiing. I offered to clean up as I wasn't going to go with them. As I did the dishes, they finished their drinks, bid good night, and they trudged off to bed. I felt like a house mother, and grinned to myself.

Over dinner, they did try and persuade me to go skiing with them. I could rent skis and take lessons. Despite their encouragement, I had zero desire to go kill myself in the snow and cold; I really had no interest - or skill - to ski. I would be perfectly content by myself in this warm cabin, burrowed safely in the accommodating woods of Vermont.

They got up before sunrise and I did as well, if only to make them a memorable breakfast. I admit, I went a little out of my way to make it special. The egg white spinach and mushroom omelets were a big hit, and the sliced fresh fruit and homemade orange juice earned me many compliments. Even Rose, who was relatively quiet last night, gave me an unasked for "that was perfect." I took this as a minor victory.

"Hey Chris, you wanna come be my maid back in New York?" bellowed Debbie, shattering all the peaceful thoughts in my head.

I laughed at her comment but was guessing she wasn't exactly kidding, based on what Ellie told me.

Not for me,

I thought.

They loaded up Rose's SUV with their gear, and took off for the day. I was sure I wouldn't see them until very late afternoon or even early evening, which was fine by me. After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes, I made myself more coffee, sat in the living room, and looked out over the back deck at the woods. A light snow was falling, and it was eerily quiet. I started daydreaming about living this far north.

Still lounging in sweatpants and shirt, hair tousled, and with sleepy, purposeless eyes, I didn't care how I looked. This was my place and my time at this very moment.

I brought in some logs for the fireplace, thinking maybe we could have a brilliant fire tonight. I settled in and read a few chapters of my book, almost feeling like going back to bed. Instead, I quickly checked my phone for any messages, but was really trying to disconnect for the weekend, so I put it face down on the coffee table.

By the time noon came around, I made myself a grilled ham and cheese for lunch, along with canned tomato soup. It was the perfect comfort food for such a cold, snowy day. Once I finished, I decided to be a little more active. Still un-showered, I threw on jeans, coat, and boots and went for a long, meandering walk in the woods. Deer and rabbit tracks were plentiful, and it was so quiet - I swear I could hear the snow hitting the ground. I felt many planets away from my home in Poughkeepsie.

Returning to the cabin with a refreshing chill filling my bones, I was in a complete state of total peace. I lay down on the sofa and took a brief, gratuitous nap. When I woke, I figured I better finally take a shower, so I made my way upstairs to my bedroom. After the walk outside, the hot water felt good steaming on my body, as I took an overly long and selfish cleansing. Completing my wash up, I dried myself off, shaved, and walked out of the bathroom naked. I had turned the heat up so despite being sans clothes, I was comfortable.

I was in such a good mood; relaxed and unbothered. I looked out my bedroom window, which oversaw the driveway. The snow, light all day, had fallen enough to cover up the tire tracks of the departing SUV this morning. They'd be home in a few hours, I surmised. Still nude, I walked out of my bedroom and went down the stairs. I was pretending this was my house, and I, in such a remote setting, could just be freely walking around without any clothes. I imagined that if it were summer, I could go outside and feel the summer breeze caress my skin. Admittedly, it felt a bit daring, knowing there were three women who would eventually return, but it was safe. They wouldn't be back for a while, and even if they did come home, I'd hear them drive up and I had plenty of time to get dressed.

I started making a homemade pasta sauce for a bolognese I was planning for dinner. It would be at least a three-hour simmer time, so it was good to get a jump on it. As I cooked the sauce, I pretended that I was attending to these ladies as I was, nude and at their service. I pictured Rose smiling. How suddenly my day went from serenity to erotic fantasy.

It only seemed appropriate that I should build a fire, and I set about this task with great zeal. As the flames began to blaze, I sat there on a blanket in front of the hearth, still naked; enjoying its generous warmth. I thought about Ellie and our relationship; she was always nice to me but it never really seriously occurred to us we could be a couple. Friends for too long, I guess. I mean, besides when I was coming of age, I haven't had many sexual thought about her.

Just like a sister,

I sighed to myself.

Ah, but Rose. Here my thoughts drifted back to this evasive and opaque woman, and my initial internal reactions when I saw her last night; dressed sweetly in those pretty, muted colors. She had a body that wore clothes well. Closing my eyes, I slowly began to stroke myself, thinking of her doing a strip tease just for me. Moments later, I was erect and sensitive; having to let go of my cock lest I spray all over the floor. I opened my eyes and looked at my dick, hard and quivering, begging me to continue.

Now I really felt like I was being mischievous, sitting here with a hard-on in the living room, and the girls coming home at any time. Not pushing my luck, my bouncing erection and I hurried up the stairs to get dressed.

As I passed by Rose's bedroom, I stopped, and spontaneously turned the handle. I opened the door and peeked inside, wondering what secrets it held. I entered quietly, as if she were close by. The inappropriateness of it all kept me hard and hungry.

Rose's large travel bag was on her bed, and her clothes from last night piled haphazardly on the floor. I went over to the bag and carefully unzipped it, reaching in and examining the contents. My heart skipped when I came across a pair of panties, black lace in the front, a thin wisp of fabric in the back. A thong. I couldn't help myself; I removed them from the bag and wrapped them around my hard cock. I was now officially creepy as I stroked myself with them, picturing her sweet, tight ass.

Thankfully, I couldn't do any more damage because I was awakened by the sound of a vehicle crunching its way up the snow-covered driveway.

Holy shit!

Rapidly coming to my senses, I stuffed the panties back into the bag, hurriedly zipped it shut and rushed out of the room. I ran into my room, shutting my own door, when I heard the front entrance swing open.

"Honey, we're home!" Debbie trumpeted. I expeditiously continued getting dressed.

As they pulled off their coats, I heard their squeals of happiness at finding the fire crackling its welcome.

I went downstairs, greeted them, and asked if they were hungry; which, of course, they were. As they went to their bedrooms to change into fresh, dry clothes, I whipped up some cheese and crackers to tide them over as I prepped the rest of dinner.

Exhausted from the day of skiing, they returned downstairs and retired to the living room, drinks in hands and joyously espousing about their day.

I listened and grinned at their exaggerated stories; all the while, my heart was still fluttering from the prospect of being caught with Rose's panties. I felt guilty, but as I saw Rose sitting by the fire, I couldn't help but envision her ass encased in a flimsy black thong.

However, as much as I wanted to engage Rose in any sort of conversation, it was Debbie who kept throwing comments my way. Her futile attempt to flirt with me, I guess. I can't blame her for trying, but she was distracting me from my immature Rose fantasy.

I continued on with dinner; I browned the ground beef for the bolognese and put the finishing touches on the sauce. I was also making homemade garlic bread, which filled the room with its alluring aroma.

"Hey, nice look, there, Chris," teased Debbie. I had found an apron to cover my waist and protect me from the spitting grease and sauce. It was white with laced edges, which I didn't think much of when I put it on, but now the ladies found it quite amusing.

"Miss Chrissy," quipped Ellie, "do you do windows?"

The ladies, all well into their second margarita, were laughing it up as I good-naturedly cooked their meal. I was wishing Rose would join in the playfulness but she just smiled at the other's comments.

Dinner was a happy, noisy occasion, filled with the stories of the day. While I wasn't with them, I celebrated their silliness and felt like I was part of their clique. They laughed at my boring day of cleaning, walks, and a nap. I, obviously, did not regale them about my near-complete masturbation session in front of the fire, and again with Rose's forbidden panties. I concealed my improper activities from my housemates.

As dinner concluded, it was Debbie who had the inane, drunken idea to play strip poker.

"I'm good," I laughed, nervously declining.

Debbie challenged back. "Aw, come on, Chrissy, look at the odds. Three hot chicks who you can get undressed." I really didn't care for the 'Chrissy' nickname bestowed upon me, and I frowned as I got up to clear the table. "Nah, why don't you guys play?" I challenged, knowing full well how stupid I sounded.

Now, I was pretty decent at poker, but it still felt weird. I really didn't have any desire to see Debbie naked, nor even Ellie. But the thought of Rose in a total state of undress gave me reason to reconsider.

"Remember in college?" interjected Ellie. "When we played in Martin's dorm room? I recall you being quite adamant about playing."

"Yeah, I remember," I admitted. I also remember Martin and I doing quite well, getting two of the girls completely naked, and Ellie topless. It was the first and only time I saw her tits. I felt both intrigued and guilty.

I looked at Ellie with a you-really-wanna-do-this-look, and she just smiled back, the persuasion of alcohol in her face. And that is when Rose spoke up. "I saw a deck of cards in the drawer," she said and went to get them. That was it for me.

"OK, let's do it," I conceded, thinking I could get Rose naked. "Who needs another drink?"

With a fresh set of drinks, full bellies, and a nice fire blazing away, we set off to play, sitting in a circle on the living room floor.

"Let's play to the first one naked," I suggested, thinking I could avoid any embarrassment. Thankfully, there was agreement, and I liked my odds.

Of the three, Debbie seemed to know what she was doing. Ellie kept asking about what hand was better. Rose was pretty quiet, as usual, but I could tell she hadn't played much.

After a few hands, all the girls had their shoes and socks off, and I hadn't lost yet. Then Ellie lost her top, and she sat there in her pink, lace bra, and the cheering began. Now we were getting into the good part.

Debbie lost her top next, and yes, those things were huge, challenging her bra. Again, though; not my type. A streak of bad luck took my socks and shoes, and on the next hand, I lost my shirt to the chorus of "take it off" as I peeled off my top.

"Not bad, Chrissy" yelped Debbie, checking out my chest. I have to admit; I was getting a bit worried, being just down to my pants and underwear. But I held on as the next three hands went in my favor. Ellie lost and off came her pants, and she looked adorable in her pink satin panties and matching bra. She looked at me and I gave her a shake of my head and a huge smile, hoping I wasn't too transparent of the impurities running through my brain.