Cabin In The Woods

by Kristine Robinson

  She jumped, her chest bouncing in front of my face. Quickly, I latched onto one of her nipples, letting my tongue flick back and forth over the nub until Krystal was arching her back in pleasure and grinding her pussy against my thigh. I felt her wetness against me and I knew how much she wanted me, but I was determined to drag this on for as long as possible.

  I squeezed her ass again, spreading her cheeks. Krystal moaned and wiggled her hips, trying to tempt me. I spanked her other cheek, both of them now a rosy red. I rubbed them slowly as I switched to her other nipple, giving it as much attention as the other. Couldn’t let them be jealous of one another.

  Krystal pulled my head closer, burying me between her breasts and I started to motorboat her. They weren’t very big, but they were perfect for me. Before I pulled away, I gave each nipple a nice pinch, making sure they remained hard and ready for me all night long.

  The sound of her moans made me shiver and I couldn’t help but pull her closer. There wasn’t an inch of space between us now.

  “Someone’s excited,” I said, looking into her lust-filled eyes. I moved my hands to her thighs, teasing her with my fingers. I purposely avoided her pussy, just to see how she would react.

  “I’m always excited when I’m with you,” Krystal answered, spreading her legs for me. She bit her lip, wanting to say something, but she remained quiet. She looked at me with the most innocent eyes which only drove me wild.

  “God, Krystal, if you get any sexier, I won’t be able to handle it.” She moved, pressing herself against me. I moaned and ground my hips into hers. I shivered with pleasure as our clits rubbed together. Our wetness was already dripping between us, making a puddle on the couch.

  I flipped us over and moved on top of her before I shimmied myself between her legs. I grabbed her thighs and slung her legs over my shoulders before I leaned down and tasted her right from the course. I buried my face in her wet mound, exploring every inch of her. I simply couldn’t get enough. The taste was so intoxicating. My tongue moved in and out of her rapidly. The sounds of her moans turned me on even further.

  My other hand found her clit, rubbing it as I continued to eat her out, faster and faster until she was screaming my name. I twisted my tongue inside of her, determined to make her climax. Her thighs quivered and her ankles tightened around my neck before she finally climbed over the edge. Her body collapsed onto the couch as I gently eased her down.

  I gave her a moment to catch her breath before I picked her up and carried her bridal style into our bedroom. Gently, I put her down on the bed. She looked at me, wondering what I was up to. “Did you think I would just stop there?” I asked her as I reached into the nearby nightstand.

  “I... What are you grabbing?” She asked me, trying to have a peek.

  “Close your eyes,” I ordered her.

  She hesitated but eventually obeyed. I pulled out a purple scarf and wrapped it around her eyes. When I was sure she couldn’t see, I reached into the nightstand once more, making sure to take my time. I allowed some things to rattle, letting her make mental guesses.

  “Baby?” She finally called out when I was quiet for a moment. I moved between her legs, spreading them apart.

  “How much do you want it?” I asked her, kissing her leg from her ankles all the way up to her thighs. I lingered there, waiting for her answer.

  “So bad.” She said, bucking her hips into the air. I could smell her sex and it drove me wild. I wanted to bury my face into her wet folds again, but I was determined to make her cum so many times she would lose track.

  “You’re going to have to do better than that,” I told her, getting closer and closer to her pussy. I could feel her thighs quiver with anticipation as she spread her legs a little further. I ran my fingers over her clit and she jumped at the sudden contact.

  “So... fucking... bad.” She groaned. “Please. Krystal. I can’t handle this teasing much longer. I want you. I want you so bad.” She continued to beg. I could tell by the way her pussy glistened with her own juices that she was dying for me to pleasure her.

  Unable to deny her any longer, I turned on the vibrator in my hand. I allowed her to listen to the buzzing for a minute before I suddenly pressed it against her clit. She screamed in pleasure, bucking her hips right off the mattress as her fingers tightened around the sheets.

  “Fuck! Nora!” She cried out. I held her down with one hand as I started to move the vibrator in circles around her clit, teasing her even further.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you with it,” I whispered into her ear.

  She shivered. “Please. Nora. Fuck me.” She begged. “Fuck me with that vibrator.” She pleaded, her voice heavy with desperation.

  “Should I let you cum?” I whispered in response as I pushed the tip against her entrance. Krystal’s whole body shook in response. She started to grind into the sexy toy, trying to fuck herself with it. I reached up and pinched one of her nipples, prompting her to answer me.

  “Yes. Please make me cum.” She cried out. I pushed it in even deeper until it was about halfway in. I turned up the dial and the vibrations grew stronger.

  I could tell Krystal was struggling to hold her orgasm back. Her thighs quivered and her back arched. She kept moaning so loud, her voice was sure to go hoarse. I started to pump the vibrating dildo in and out of her before I leaned forward, kissing her neck, my body pressed against hers. I shoved the vibrator all the way inside of her just as I whispered “Cum for me” in her ear.

  She screamed out, her whole body shaking with the aftermath of her climax. I twisted the toy inside of her a few more times before I turned it off and pulled it out of her.

  “I love you, Krystal,” I whispered softly, kissing her lips as I laid down beside her.

  She smiled up at me, her eyes as bright as diamonds. “I love you too, Nora.” She reached over and grabbed the dildo from my hand. She grinned and I knew the tables were about to turn.

  Hidden Passions

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A First Time Straight To Gay Lesbian Romance

  Pride always comes before a fall but Teri Alexander had little idea just how hard she would fall after she finally swallowed her pride and reached out to the cold, but beautiful, Nicola M Clarke. Everything for the children – always for the children. But at what point does the arrangement stop being a financial agreement and become one of uncontrollable desire and hidden passion? The tug-of-war that will inevitably drive both parties insane in no slow manner begins in a simple misunderstanding and ends in sheer lust and chaos! Worlds apart, their realities merge into an entangled affair incapable of allowing either woman the ending of their choice. But what is worse – losing your mind or losing the one you cannot live without? Will Nicola solve the riddle in time before the illusion shatters forever? This time it’s not for the children…

  * * *

 

  Teri’s stressful work-day would have ended in the usual exhausted collapse if the computer screen didn’t suddenly send her into an immediate panic. She cursed under her breath as the forgotten meeting reminder popped up.

  She grabbed her things frantically, careful not to slam the aging, cooked door as she hurriedly searched for the restaurant on Google Maps. She wouldn’t normally agree to a wine-and-dine scenario with possible funders. But she was desperate for the money, more so than she’d admit. If she bagged this grant, her financial woes would be something of the past – at least for the next couple of years.

  By the time she reached the restaurant for which she was completely underdressed, her shoulder-length blonde hair was coming undone over her flushing cheeks and she looked like and out-of-breath madwoman.

  She was only 10 minutes late (okay 14 minutes) but she started panicking as she quickly scanned the classy venue for the well-known face that she had yet to encounter in person.

  “Can I help you ma’am?” the hostess queried.

  “Miss,” she corrected habitually. “Yes, I’m here to meet with
Nicola Clarke. I’m running late, she should be here already…”

  “Oh yes. I’m sorry… Miss Clarke won’t be making it this evening,” the hostess said. “Her assistant phoned earlier. Miss Clarke was unfortunately called away on a personal matter but you should feel free to enjoy the evening at her expense. We’ll put it all on her tab.”

  “What? But we had a meeting, I…” Teri protested.

  “I’m sorry – I was just asked to deliver the message. I don’t have any further details. Please, if you’ll follow the waiter, they’ll show you to your table.”

  “No, thanks, I’m… Actually, you know what – sure,” she was about to decline but thought better of it. After the week she had, a drink (or two) actually sounded good.

  By the time she sat down at the elegant table (alone), her annoyance had turned to anger. By the time she'd finished the first whiskey, she was fuming. Three later she was furious! ‘The nerve,' she thought to herself, signaling the waiter for yet another refill. ‘I guess a little dance studio in town isn’t worth the famous Nicola M Clarke’s time, urgh.’

  She had a few more than she planned caught an Uber taxi home, fumbling with her phone as she drunkenly searched for Nicola’s email to tell her exactly what she thought of being stood up – even if it was by “someone who had more money than common sense”.

 

  Nicola scrolled through her emails listlessly as she paced the hospital hallways. Work was the last thing on her mind, but she welcomed the distraction. If she pestered the doctor again regarding her uncle’s condition, she feared that she might be forcedly removed from the premises. Her impatience was driving her insane!

  They kept replying that they were busy with ‘treatment’ but she had no idea what that actually meant. She rushed over the moment she heard he’s been rushed to the hospital, dropping everything as she shouted "Cancel the rest of the day!" on her way out of the office. The office she wouldn’t even have without her uncle’s help and support.

  Junk, junk, I'll deal with it later, junk – she scrolled through the emails almost in auto-pilot. It wasn't until she reached the one entitled ‘How not to be a complete b***', sent from a Teri Alexander at 11:37 pm, that she paused. Teri, the owner of the dance studio for disabled kids she was supposed to meet for dinner to discuss possible funding. ‘Oh right, that was today,’ she remembered. This day had been so chaotic, she hadn’t even thought about it until right now. She opened the mail, curiosity quickly turning to annoyance...

  ‘Dear Miss Clarke

  Thank you for being so kind as to let me drink on your tab. Such a considerate person, always looking out for those less fortunate than herself.

  I’m sorry you couldn’t be bothered to show up for our meeting. I know your time must be worth sooo much. You could have at least let me know!

  But I suppose you had better things to do. I’m sure that haircut takes a lot of time. Or maybe you had to take your dog to the psychologist.

  I’ll have you know that I’ve worked my fingers to the bone for this dance studio and it’s making a massive difference in the community. These kids have never been given a chance before – unlike you who’ve just been handed everything on a silver platter. The least you could do was at least hear me out.

  But I suppose people like you…’

  Nicola closed the mail and exited her inbox. ‘The bloody nerve of this woman,’ she thought angrily. ‘I’ll deal with this later.’

  After what felt like ages, the nurse finally allowed her into the room where her uncle smiled weakly from his sick bed.

  “Nicola, darling,” he reached out to her and she grabbed his arm tenderly, her cold demeanor from before completely transformed.

  "Oh, uncle! You had me worried there. When they said you collapsed, I expected the worst! I'm so glad you're okay," she sat down next to the bed, still clinging to the fragile hand.

  “I’m far from okay, dear.”

  “Nonsense, we’ll have you out of this stuffy place in no time…”

  “That’s not how cancer works, kid. You can’t just say ‘ok, I’m done with this now, you can have it back’ and then casually pop home like it never happened. It’s got me bad.”

  “Don’t talk like that.”

  “It’s true. I’ve made peace with it. The doctor says there isn’t much time left. This is the part of the story where I order the hookers and the cocaine and go out with a bang,” he smiled good-naturedly despite the pain.

  “We’ll fix you. Money isn’t a problem. I’ll get the best doctors in the world if it takes, I…”

  “Nicola – stop,” he said seriously, squeezing her hand. “I’ve lived my life. I’ve done what I needed to do; I’ve made my contribution. It’s time for me to make space for the youth, for you. It’s your turn to change the world…”

  “You can’t just give up,” she was biting her lip, trying hard to keep it together. The only person in the world she really cared about was trying to tell her that they were dying and there was nothing she could do about it. When her parents kicked her out, he was all that she had – he couldn’t leave her now!

  “Just promise me that you’ll spend your time and money well – that’s all I want for you. Help those less fortunate – that’s what’s important in life.”

  “What about family?”

  “My time has come, kiddo. It is what it is.”

  She let go of the hand and stormed out of the room, angry tears streaming down her cheeks.

 

  ‘Oh god, why did I drink all those whiskeys?' Teri thought as she plonked her hungover body down at her desk, rubbing her temples.

  She opened her laptop slowly, trying to swallow the nausea building in the back of her throat. Not as slowly as it took the computer to switch on though. ‘Stupid thing,’ she thought annoyed. ‘Everything in this place is falling apart.’ The thought brought back memories from the night before and being stood up by Nicola. She vaguely remembered her anger and wanting to phone the woman and give her a piece of her mind.

  ‘Oh shit,’ she thought panicked, reaching for her phone. But she relaxed when she didn’t see the number in her outgoing calls list. ‘Crisis avoided,’ she thought relieved.

  She put the phone down and just stared blankly at her screen, trying to will herself to plan today’s schedule – luckily she only had classes later in the afternoon. But there was a mountain of admin to take care of and now that she was back to square one in terms of grants, the situation was getting desperate. She would have to start banging on the doors of strangers again – what an exhausting process…

  Her despondent thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected knock on the door.

  “Can I come in?” the voice demanded, startling Teri.

  “Yes, sure… I… Hi…” she jumped up quickly when she recognized her guest. It was Nicola herself.

  “Teri, Teri Alexander,” she stretched out her hand and it was met in a firm grip.

  "Nicola M Clarke," the tall woman with the tanned complexion responded formally. She was dressed impeccably in her pencil skirt and silk blouse. Quite the contrast to Teri's thrown-together sweat pants and a tank top. Her long chestnut hair was pinned up in a neat bun, accentuating a strong jawline and almost boyish features. Her green eyes betrayed an assertive fierceness that stared right through Teri and made her nervous, almost uncomfortable – like she was in trouble with the school principal. Yet, Nicola couldn't have been more than a few years older than her – 33 at most.

  “Please sit,” Teri awkwardly started moving the papers piled up on the chair.

  “No, don’t bother,” Nicola said simply. “Let’s go out for lunch.”

  "It's 10 am?"

  “Brunch then,” Nicola said. “I’ll drive,” she walked out the door without waiting for an answer and Teri followed, too dumbstruck by the confidence of the enigmatic woman to argue.

 

  “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Teri said nerv
ously when they finally sat down at the table in a nearby restaurant. The drive had been awkward but short and most of Teri’s small talk was greeted by silence.

  The new restaurant wasn’t nearly as flashy as the night before but not even that could put Teri more at ease. There was something so unnerving about how Nicola’s stare went right through her. But she couldn’t look away either – she was like a deer trapped in the headlights.

  “It’s not every day I get to have brunch with a celebrity,” she tried to lighten the mood, gulping down a glass of water eagerly – a mixture of not knowing what to do and trying to feed the hungover that now seemed like a minor discomfort in comparison to the company.

  But her cheer had no effect on Nicola who didn’t even look up from the menu.

  “Are you ready to order?” Teri found herself relieved when the waiter interrupted the almost unbearable tension.

  “I’ll have a sparkling water and a chicken salad, thanks,” Nicola took the lead, closing her menu and looking up at Teri tiredly in a look that was received as cold by the unfamiliar guest.