Kinky Resolutions and Other New Year's Disasters: A Standalone Romantic Comedy

by Frankie Love

  “I am so over guys,” Callie whined. She seriously was such a downer. “Like, I don’t want to be around any this weekend without a ten-foot pole.”

  “God, you are seriously depressing, Callie. I’m totally planning on getting laid this weekend,” Willow said.

  “No surprise there,” Callie shot back.

  Willow was the most experienced of the three of us, which was no surprise with her willowy legs, jet-black hair, and sharp features. She looked like a model.

  “Oh, screw you, Callie,” Willow said. “This is supposed to be a fun getaway, not a break-up bitch fest.” Her voice lowered, and her eyes narrowed in. “Oh, and you guys … that’s the guy.”

  Willow was right: he was hotter-than-Kyle hot, though they had the same look about them. Confidence flooded the lobby as he walked through with a group of three guy friends. They looked like they could have been cover models for an outdoor magazine, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was under their flannel shirts.

  “They’re all so hot,” I said under my breath.

  “We should go talk to them,” Willow dared.

  “Yeah, right,” Callie snorted. “I’m not interested, and Courtney would never make a move.”

  “Fine,” Willow said as the guys walked out of the lobby. The one with the shoulder-length hair turned before he stepped outside. For a second I could have sworn he was looking at me, but then I saw Willow flashing a dazzling smile and realized it was probably her he was looking at. “Anyone ready to get to our cabin?”

  “Yes, please!” I answered with a little too much force, stepping between them. My head turned as I watched the guys walked away. I’d had enough of my friends for one day and was in the mood for something totally different.

  Chapter Two

  A few hours later, after we made dinner in the tiny kitchen, I retreated to my corner of the open-room cabin and began rooting through my bags for my swimsuit. We had shared two bottles of merlot while we ate our Caesar salads, and the wine had taken the edge off Callie and Willow.

  Those two still had some drama to work out between themselves, and honestly, I didn’t have the energy for it. Maybe coming as a threesome was a bad idea? After all, it had been me who introduced those two. I’d had a few classes with Willow freshman year and we’d hit it off—opposites attract and all. When the three of us got together for my birthday that year, we clicked.

  Even though we had all been friends for a few years, Callie had never been a girls’ girl. She’d always had Blaine, so this was new for her, this not having the safety net of a boyfriend.

  “What are you doing?” Callie asked, as she popped open a third bottle.

  “I wanted to check out the sauna,” I said, hoping they wouldn’t ask to join me.

  “I want to stay here and get shit-faced,” Willow said. “Do you mind if I stay back?”

  “No, no, not at all. I actually wouldn’t mind some down time,” I said, holding up a black bikini in one hand and a neon pink one-piece in the other. “Which one do you think?”

  “Umm, the sauna and tubs are clothing optional,” Willow said, cracking a smile.

  “Well, yeah, I read that online, but I’m wearing a suit.”

  “Okay,” she answered slowly.

  “What, is that weird or something?” I pursed my lips. No way was I going suit-less.

  “No, I just don’t think anyone wears them. If you insist, I’d go with the two piece. Stop hiding your curves.”

  “Definitely the two piece,” Callie chimed in. “You’re in the best shape of your life.”

  I was thinner than I had ever been, but it wasn’t because I was in good shape. It was because when I got stressed I forgot to eat, and the weeks leading up to graduation had been Stressful with a capital S.

  “Okay, I’ll just change then,” I told them, waving my hands toward their wine glasses. “Carry on.”

  I stepped into the bathroom and stripped off my leggings, sweater, and tank top. What was left was a pretty black bra-and-panty set I had treated myself to. My friends thought I was a prude, or inexperienced—or both. But I wasn’t.

  At least, not like they thought. I liked to look sexy when I took off my clothes. It allowed me to indulge in my fantasy of Kyle grabbing my ass and pulling me into the staff bathroom and pressing me against a wall.

  In that fantasy, I wanted to be wearing a matching bra-and-panty set, so I always made sure I had them on. Obviously I couldn’t tell even my best friends this; it was a little ridiculous. People didn’t have sex with strangers—at least, girls like me didn’t.

  I took off my black lacy bra and panties, and in the mirror I saw my nipples peaked and hard. I was more than a little turned on thinking about Kyle. He had broad shoulders and dark, tanned skin. His hair fell to his chin, and he tucked it behind his ears. He was only a few years older than me, but different women were always coming by the office to meet him for lunch or after-work drinks. He’d smile effortlessly at them, and I could imagine him pressing his soft lips against mine.

  I grew hot thinking about him, my pussy wet as I imagined him pressing his strong hands around my back and pushing himself against me.

  I closed my eyes and dipped a finger between the folds of myself, remembering at the last second to lock the door. I was so horny all of a sudden, and I realized it had been a long time since I’d gotten off.

  I rubbed my clit in a circle with my fingers, fast, wishing I had brought my vibe in here so I could prop my leg against the closed toilet lid and open myself wider toward a climax.

  That wasn’t going to happen now. I could never get myself to orgasm with my fingers alone. But I could imagine Kyle would be able to. He wouldn’t need any sort of battery-operated device to get my legs dripping wet.

  Turning on the faucet, I washed my hands, looking at myself in the mirror as I did. My face had a sweetheart shape and I always appeared younger than I was, but I didn’t feel young right now; I felt hot and turned on. Licking my lips, I splashed cool water on my face. I slipped into my two-piece suit quickly, wanting to get the hell out of the cabin and feel the cold night air against my skin. My body needed to cool down, and a hot cabin wasn’t going to do that.

  Leaving the bathroom—and any lingering thoughts of Kyle—behind, I pulled a bathrobe over my shoulders and cinched the belt tight before slipping my Uggs back on. When I reached the door, Callie and Willow reminded me to grab a flashlight.

  “Thanks, girls, and be nice to one another,” I called out as I left, my voice full of innocence, without any hint of the hard nipples under my bikini top or my still-pulsing clit that hadn’t been satisfied.

  The spa was a short walk away, but it was pitch dark out and I was grateful for the flashlight as I crossed the pebbled path. I pushed open the gate and crossed a small serenity garden filled with Adirondack chairs and large shrubs.

  It was a low-key place, not some ritzy resort, and here anything seemed to go. A sign on the gate read “CLOTHING OPTIONAL AREA,” and the group of guys from the lobby were smoking a joint to the right of me. I looked around, my eyes wide, wondering why they weren’t scared of being caught. But then I relaxed, remembering that I wasn’t some teenager, and no one was here to tattle on anyone. And we were in Washington; pot was legal here. Damn, I needed to loosen up.

  The guys, bare-chested, had wet hair and towels around their necks. I smiled as my earlier desire to know what was under their thermal shirts was realized. They were chiseled and smooth—six packs on all four of them. They’d probably just left the spa.

  I didn’t usually smoke, but somehow out here in the wilderness, without my friends as chaperones, I felt liberated in a way I hadn’t in a long time. If I’d been braver, I’d have walk over and asked for a hit. The last time I had done something truly out of my comfort zone was my junior year in college, when I had sex in the shower with a guy. That was over a year ago, and I bit my lip feeling like it had been way too long since someone had touched me.

  Way too long s
ince I had let myself go.

  “Hey, you look lost,” said the guy who had stopped to smile earlier. He had long hair like Kyle, but there were a few piercings in this guy’s ears, and his bare chest revealed more skin than I had ever seen of Kyle’s. The rugged, unshaved look worked for me, and I found my eyes grazing to the tanned, bare-skinned space above his shorts.

  “No, I’m not lost, just headed to the sauna. The map said it was this way,” I said, pointing down the path.

  “Want me to walk you there?” he asked. “You look like you could use a helping hand.” I flashed my light in his eyes, wondering if he was serious. I had no interest in cheese-balls. His eyes were red, and he was clearly stoned.

  “Um, thanks, but I’m fine.” I smiled tightly and kept walking. Sure, I was horny, but not for a guy who was more inebriated than me. I looked back as I walked away and saw that his eyes lingered on me as well. For a split second, I imagined them lingering on all of me, but then I kept walking.

  I paused at the entrance to the soaking tubs, wanting to get my bearings. There were about a dozen people relaxing in them. I noticed, with my cheeks blushing, that the water gave a clear view of the people in the tubs.

  Willow was right: everyone took advantage of the clothing optional status of this spa.

  Women and men of all shapes and sizes were enjoying themselves under the full moon, and I noticed a few couples resting closely together. I couldn’t imagine myself doing that here; my body would betray me.

  If I was close up next to a naked guy right then, I wouldn’t have been able to contain myself. I’d need to jump out of the tub and find a bathroom stall to rub myself down. My body responded so easily, and I thought it was because it had been so long since I had really been satisfied.

  Walking past the tubs, I opened a wooden door and let myself into a dressing area outside of the sauna. I slipped off my robe and boots and grabbed a towel from the stack. Adjusting the triangle cups of my top, I took a deep breath.

  I’d been worried I wouldn’t be able to get my mind off work, but that clearly wasn’t a problem for me. And my friends didn’t seem to matter, either. Even though they were the whole reason we were on this trip, suddenly all I could think about was how badly I needed a man to touch me.

  Chapter Three

  The dry sauna was thick with hot air, and my shoulders relaxed immediately as my skin soaked up the heat. It was dark, but small windows near the ceiling let in a bit of moonlight.

  I bit my lip, realizing everyone here also took heed of the clothing optional status of this part of the property. There were three levels of benches stacked around the sauna, with wooden walls paneling us in. Two women sat quietly near one another, their breasts hanging for me to see, and a couple of guys sat on different benches, their cocks resting between their legs.

  Thankfully, it was dark enough that I couldn’t get a clear view—not that I wanted to. Sure, they were naked, but this wasn’t some orgy retreat. People were just relaxing without their clothes on. Nothing more than that, I told myself, as I set my towel on the highest bench and exhaled.

  I closed my eyes and felt my skin begin to drip with sweat. I leaned back and let the drama of my friends and the stresses of work continue to evaporate into the air around me. The door opened and closed a handful of times, but I kept my eyes shut and just reveled in the quiet. Completely relaxed, I decided to lie down on my towel.

  I opened my eyes and realized I was alone. everyone else must have cleared out while I rested. Feeling a bit more free, I glanced nervously around the empty room. Sweat dripped between my breasts and across my thighs.

  Remembering how I’d felt when I walked past the guys in the serenity garden, and my desire to have a taste of liberation, I turned my back to the door and untied the strings of my top. Smiling, I let my large, round breasts drop against my sweaty skin.

  My nipples were still hard. I didn’t trust myself to take off my bottoms; with no one there I had an idea where my fingers might travel. Sure, I wanted to feel liberated for a moment, but I didn’t want to explore some sort of PDA with myself.

  I lay down on my towel, my hands resting against my flat stomach. I was overly aware of the rise and fall of my chest as sweat continued to pool between my breasts. Licking my lips, I thought of the guy in the serenity garden—stoned or not, he was hot.

  Lost in thought, I startled as the door to the sauna opened once again. As if reading my mind, the garden guy sauntered in, with a towel covering his dick but nothing else.

  “Looks like you found your way after all,” he said, smiling at me. In the dark I could make out a faint dimple in his cheek, and silently willed him to turn around so I could see if he had a matching one on his butt cheek.

  Answering my silent desire, he turned to grab another towel from the stack in the corner. As he did, he revealed that his perfectly shaped ass had a dimple on the lower left side.

  “What are you smiling about?” he asked, before sitting down with his back to me.

  “Oh, nothing,” I answered, swallowing my desire. “Just relaxing.”

  “So you decided to take off your top, but keep the bottoms?” he asked.

  “What? How do you know what I have on or off?” I asked.

  “There’s a bikini top on the bench next to you.”

  My eyes flitted over and I saw my crumbled top. “Yeah, it got really hot in here.”

  “It can get hotter.” He paused, and for a second I wondered if he knew what I wanted to do with him, what my heat still craved. “Mind if I add some steam?”

  “Not at all,” I answered, realizing with a hint of disappointment that he wasn’t coming on to me. He’d probably been looking at Willow.

  But honestly, I didn’t care what he did in here, as long as I could watch him do it.

  He stood and climbed up the bench to the corner, where a basin of water sat next to the steaming coals. I willed myself to look away, and not indulge in looking at his cock. We were at a sauna, not some sex club. And what was I thinking anyway? Just because I thought he was hot didn’t mean he wanted to make my pussy come.

  “You nervous or something?” he asked as my fingers tapped the wooden bench.

  “Um, nope,” I said, and then, unable to help myself, I turned my head just as he stretched his torso, ladling water onto the coals.

  His cock was about twelve inches from my mouth and I imagined a girl like Willow would be bold enough to take hold of what she wanted. Not for the first time, a twinge of jealousy crept through me.

  “What is it?” he asked. “You don’t like what you see?” He gave me a smirk with raised eyebrows; I met his gaze head on.

  My friends thought I was a scaredy-cat, but they had no idea where my mind went when I imagined getting it on with a guy. My mind was dirty in ways I’d never reveal to them, but I wouldn’t have minded exploring some of those fantasies with a stranger. Maybe it was the perfect way to experiment with my hidden desires. My body spoke louder than my rational mind.

  Embodying Willow, I decided to say what I was thinking. “I don’t think I got a good enough look,” I said, my voice stretching across us, the dry steam rising as he made a quarter turn, now standing directly on the bench below where I sat.

  With his cock right in my face.

  If I leaned in, I could have pressed my mouth against his shaft. Instead, I leaned back and took a full frontal, unabashed look at his well-trimmed groin.

  His cock was big, way bigger than the cocks of the college boys I’d been with. He was easily eight inches long, and wasn’t even hard. If my thumb met my middle finger the space wouldn’t be large enough for his girth. I squirmed on the hot bench just imagining his hardness entering me—it would be too much.

  But it had been a long time; at this point I would make him fit.

  “So what do you think now?” he asked, dropping down, resting his large forearms against my knees.

  “I think I’m wet.” I bit my lip, not able to believe I’d actually sai
d that. But my words caused a greedy look to flash through his brown eyes, which were now clear. He wanted me as bad as I wanted him.

  “I don’t know if I believe you,” he said, teasing me.

  “Then why don’t you take a look yourself?” I asked.

  He rubbed his hand across his chin, and gave a small laugh, liking the way I egged him on. Then, without any hesitation, he began pulling at the bottoms of my swimsuit.

  I raised my ass slightly to help him ease the thin material off. I was glad I’d had a wax a few days earlier—mostly in case of a Kyle-break-room fantasy, but this was better.

  This was real.

  I leaned back on my arms and jutted out my breasts, giving him permission to do whatever he liked.

  He pressed his hand between my thighs and moaned in desire as he felt the slick space where my pussy had responded to seeing his giant cock less than a foot from my face.

  “You’re so wet,” he said, as he pulled my thighs apart with his hand. He slapped my skin with desire and I let out a yelp.

  I wanted to give in, I really did. I wanted him to release me of my pent-up desire, the pulsing need that had started earlier back in the bathroom at the cabin. I wanted him to take care of me, but we weren’t alone. We were at a public resort, and anyone could walk in any moment.

  “What if someone comes in?” I asked, not wanting to utter the words that could stop his fingers from grazing across my inner thighs. His mouth was dangerously close to making contact with my skin.

  “You can be the lookout—because, girl, you’re staying right where you are.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me forward so that my butt cheeks were just at the edge of the bench. I nodded my head in understanding…. Understanding that everything that was about to take place had to do with my pussy and his mouth. I would watch to see if the door moved even the slightest bit. I hoped to God it didn’t.

  Leaning back on the bench, I watched as his head dipped lower, as he knelt in front of me. His arms wrapped around my thighs, and he grabbed my ass. His mouth met the folds of my pussy and I felt myself tighten at the sensation.