It had been a long time since I had a quiet moment to myself. I had been going to school for six straight semesters, plus summer and winter sessions, working on a double major in architecture and environmental studies. I also worked part time as a waitress at a local cafe, and would have stayed in town to pick up some extra shifts, but my warm-hearted boss insisted I take the week off.
At first I toyed with the idea of going to Cancun with some of my friends, but I doubted that it would give me the rest I needed. Besides, I was sick of the party scene, the same old get drunk and hook-up routine that I had never dared to complete. At 21, I was still a virgin by choice, waiting for the right man to come along.
Thoughts of my parents cabin in the north woods of Wisconsin came to mind, and once there, the idea was firmly latched. My mom, step-dad, step-brother and I used to vacation there when I was still living at home, but it had been years since I had experienced the tranquility of the woods, lake and rustic cabin. I didn't need to check in with the folks, they were both busy professionals and not planning a trip up north till summertime. When I left for college, they gave me a key and told me to use the space as if it were my own.
In revolt against my normal never-stop, studious self, I left all my textbooks at home. In their place I brought a few novels I had been wanting to read, my journal, a stack of great music, and a few DVDs that I swiped from my roommate's stash. In case I needed to run to town, I brought one change of clothes. Otherwise, I planned to spend the entire week in the raw. Rarely did I have an opportunity to go around naked outside of my bedroom, but I love the feel of air, sun and water on my naked skin, the freedom without the restriction of clothes.
The four hour drive was uneventful. I took my time, singing with my music, and made it to the small town nearest the cabin about noon. I stocked up on groceries for the week and enjoyed the scenic half hour drive through the deep woods. The cabin was two miles off an unmarked dirt road, the nearest neighbor was a cabin on the other side of the lake.
The cabin itself was a simple one bedroom log cabin. The main room had several couches and a large fuzzy rug in front of the stone fireplace. There was a television and DVD player, but it was kept tucked away in a cabinet.
The room was spacious and lead right into the kitchen, from wood floor to tile. There was a large round table where my family shared our meals together, and sometimes held evening card games. Out back was a large screened in porch that offered a great view of the lake. While my folks enjoyed the simple life out here, my mom had insisted on one modern ammenity a few years back: a jacuzzi hot tub installed in the open air, next to the screened in porch.
I opened all the doors and windows to let the cabin air out, brought in my bags from the car, and stripped out of my jeans, t-shirt, bra and undies. I smiled at myself in the full length mirror, my curves ample but my body tight. I itched to share it with someone, but after almost going all the way with a total jerk five years ago, I vowed to wait for love.
The thought made me sigh. Though I knew I would savor my time alone, deep down I wish I had a love to share it with. My body had been ready for years, and it was only through a great variety of masterful self-pleasure skills that I was able to stand firm.
I unpacked, made myself a veggie sandwich, and went for a long swim in the warm lake. I got out to enjoy the sunset on the beach, the fading daylight kissing my naked skin. I lay on the towel with my legs partly spread, and enjoyed the rush of cool air into to my hot little slit. A drop of water trickled down from my thigh and tickled my sensitive nub. My hand followed it, making lazy circles at first, then as I heated, my fingers rubbed it furiously, quickly bringing me to a pleasant little orgasm.
As was often the case, that first orgasm did not sate me but rather made me want for more. I gathered my towel and suntan oil and headed back to the cabin, and popped in one of my roommate's DVDs. My roommate Chelsea had an affection for older adult films. Most of her collection came from the 60's or 70's, and in sharp contrast to most of the hard core fuck scene after fuck scene of modern porn, these films all had story lines and substance. They drew you in, teased you, but always delivered in the end.
Chelsea and I had watched some together before, our fingers invariably slipping under our skirts before the show was over. I had come to enjoy them as much as Chelsea; the actors were natural and knew how to act, and there was no doubt they took real pleasure in the love scenes.
I stretched out on the sofa with a set of toys in handy reach. Though I was still a virgin, I had broke my own hymen many years ago, though I was careful to only use smaller dildos and vibrators, as I did not want to be all stretched out before I had a chance to experience a real cock.
As the film heated up, so did I, reaching for a small rubber dong that I had named Pedro. I coated Pedro in a thin layer of baby oil before rubbing him up and down my slit. My juices started flowing and I pushed him deep within me, my right hand fingering my clitoris while my left plunged the dong in and out. As I did not have to worry about sound, I let my cries ring out over the cries of the lovely little brunette on the screen. We came together not once but twice, and for the moment, I was fully satisfied.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I head a throat clear behind me, "Um, hi Kylie," a familiar voice said. Pedro still embedded deeply within me, I reached for the nearest item with which to cover myself up: a small throw pillow. On the screen, my friends were experimenting with anal sex.
My pale cheeks now blazing read, I did not turn to greet Erik, my step-brother. "Could you give me just a minute of privacy, please?" I asked.
"Why? I thought you were done," he teased.
"Out. Now." I said, and he wordlessly stepped out the door.
In a flash I had removed Pedro, turned off the film and threw on my clothes. "Can I come in now?" Erik asked with the door cracked.
"Yeah, go ahead." Erik came in with a few bags, looking tired but with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.
"Sorry to interrupt your little party," he said.
Fuck, how much had he seen? I tried to be nonchalant, "I do wish you would've shown up a half hour later," I said, though I knew even if he had, he would have walked in on something. "But it's good to see you," I said. I wanted to give him a hug, but that somehow felt too intimate at the moment, given what he walked in on.
Apparently he didn't care, because he walked over and gave me a giant bear hug, lifting me off the ground. My mom and his dad had gotten married when I was three, and he was six, so we had grown up together like brother and sister. Except that we got along better than most blood siblings I knew.
"So, whatcha doin here?" Erik asked when he put me down.
"It's spring break, and I needed some quiet time." I had almost said 'time alone', but I didn't want him to feel like he was in the way. Though I would miss my naked and naughty time, I was actually glad he was there. "What about you?"
"It's my spring break, too," he said. He was an assistant professor of anthropology at the U of W Madison, also working on his PhD. Though we spoke on the phone nearly every week, since we had both moved out of our parents house, we only really got to see each other over Christmas, and he'd missed it this year because he took a ski trip instead. "I was planning on staying until next Sunday, unless you want some, uh, private time."
My blush returned. "Don't be silly, I never get to see you. And I have plenty of private time in my bedroom at home, thank you."
His grin was lopsided. "So, no boyfriend yet?" He was forever asking when I would hook up with someone. I cleared my throat. "No one worth it. What about you, how's Sandra?"
Erik shook his head, his shock of dark messy hair everywhere. "She's history. I couldn't take it: the constant whining and need for attention, her shopping addiction, the two hour long prep time to go out."
I put on a half-frown. "I thought you really liked her."
"I liked who she pretended to be at first. But as time wore on, those qualities faded. Hey, have you had dinner yet?"
