Cabin In The Woods

by Kristine Robinson

  It struck me how different our lives had been. It made me sad, too, that she seemed to have missed out on so many things.

  “Do you miss home?” I asked her. She looked at me sadly.

  “I do,” she said softly. “But there’s nothing there for me. Nothing but my family… and there was no way I could have made enough money to help support them if I’d stayed, so I came here.”

  I nodded. This wasn’t the easiest place to live, but there were a lot more opportunities in the city than there must have been in rural Arkansas. It was surprising enough that she’d found a job at the club and managed to build a life here, however small it might be. Impressive, too, as a lot of newcomers to the city didn’t make it past a year.

  “And what about you, Gina? Do you miss home?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink, her lips wrapped around the straw.

  I shook my head. “Not at all. I like it here better. I like the company.”

  She smiled and squeezed my hand. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked her, raising my eyebrows. “I made a pretty horrible impression on you the first night we met. I can’t apologize enough for it.”

  She leaned in close and spoke into my ear. “You made up for that last night when you let me taste your pretty flower. And when you kiss me. And when you touched me just right.”

  I shivered at the reminder. “And how did I taste?” I asked, my lips near hers.

  “Like heaven,” she responded, and kissed me, twining her fingers into my hair. We stayed locked like that for a long time while people walked by us. Some of them stared, but I didn’t care. Neither of us did. We were lost in each other, completely enamored.

  We decided to get ice cream after that and walked down the boardwalk licking our cones. I couldn’t help but to be distracted by her mouth, remembering the way she had licked me. I hoped I could go home with her that night but didn’t want to be presumptuous. I would wait for her to invite me again. We stopped at a skee-ball booth and laughed at how bad we were at it. It was the most fun I’d had in a long time and I didn’t want the night to end. The entire time we were touching each other—her hand on my waist, my lips on her cheek, our fingers intertwined. Each touch brought me closer to an edge I hadn’t even realized was there before we’d made love the night before. I wanted, no, needed her. And I didn’t want to wait. So when we were done playing at the booth, I took her hand and guided her through the parking lot to my car.

  “We’re leaving?” she asked, a bit disappointed. I shook my head and pushed her back against the car, pressing myself against her. I took her mouth in a powerful kiss and she responded in full, smiling against my lips before parting hers for my insistent tongue. I had her pinned to the side of the car, our hips pressed together, and was grinding against her like a cat in heat. I only wished there weren’t so many clothes between us. I suddenly wanted to taste her more than anything, wanted to put my face between her legs and play with her bud with my tongue until she came in my mouth like a good girl.

  “Get in the backseat,” I said, and she grinned.

  “This is pretty public,” she breathed. “You sure you’re up for that?”

  “I can’t wait,” I told her, kissing her again. “I can’t.”

  She pulled back just long enough to open the backdoor of the car. I looked around to see how many people were in the parking lot; there weren’t many, just five or six cars that were parked further up closer to the boardwalk. I had parked in the shade, so we were a fair distance from any other car in the lot, parked underneath a giant tree with branches that would help obscure us from view. It didn’t matter to me, anyway. If she would have let me, my lust was strong enough to have taken her right there in front of everyone. Instead, I climbed into the backseat with her and moved over her body, shutting the door behind me. We were a little cramped, but neither of us was very big, so though it was a tight fit, it was a relatively comfortable one. I kissed her again, this time slowly, greedily, as if I had to take her all in at once.

  I straddled one of her legs so that her thigh was pressed against my mound and my leg was pressed against hers. I began to move back and forth, rubbing myself against her without shame as we kissed, the v between my legs growing wetter and wetter the more I rocked against her leg. She moved in time with me, her hands on my ass, pulling my hips back and forth so that my thigh rubbed up against her folds through the fabric of her panties. We were humping each other like teenagers in the backseat—unable to control ourselves, blissfully unaware of our surroundings. I moaned when she shifted underneath me, her leg brushing my bud in a way that almost made me come right then. I was so on edge that any little touch could have sent me over the precipice, and yet I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted her to go first.

  I lifted my body up and pulled her dress over her hips, looking into her eyes as I did so. She smiled at me and slipped her fingers under her panty line, helping me by pulling them down and over her ankles. She dropped them onto the car floor and spread her legs as far as she could for me while I settled between them, wrapping her thighs around my neck. I gave her a tentative lick with the flat of my tongue, making her moan softly, a sound that filled the car and made me lose my self-control. I didn’t just want to taste her, I wanted to ravish her folds, wanted to make her mine. So I began licking her in earnest, kissing her lower lips like I would her mouth, my tongue dipping and swirling inside of her to taste her honey right from the source. She was moaning steadily, her hands in my hair, and when I slipped my fingers inside of her she began to shake and move her hips against my palm so that I would fuck her harder with my hand. I did as she wanted, pumping my fingers in and out of her quick and full of force while I licked her tender little bud with the tip of my tongue.

  “Gina,” she whimpered. “Jesus, Gina, that feels so good.”

  “I know, baby,” I said, my lips still pressed to her slit. I sucked her bud between my lips and flicked at it with my tongue, then lapped at it in firm strokes that made her thighs clench around my neck. She was lifting her hips against my face, impaling herself on my fingers when she came, gushing all over the backseat of my car. I really didn’t care, but continued to lick her until her body had calmed down and she dropped her legs from my shoulders.

  “You’re a natural,” she said, grinning, running her fingers through my hair as I kissed her. “Really. I could let you do that all day.”

  I smiled at her, stroked her cheek with my fingertips.

  “Good,” I said. “Then be ready for round two. We’re going home.”

  She laughed and kissed me again, then nodded. We adjusted ourselves and got out of the car, moving into the front seat. We were quiet as I drove back to her placing, holding hands in the center of the console, her thumb stroking my skin in soft contentment.

  When we got there, we went inside and she turned on the lights. I loved her apartment, loved that it was cozy and small and just the perfect size for the two of us. My own apartment was lavishly decorated and much too big for just me. Too big, even, for when CJ stayed the night on occasion. It was full of empty corners and too-high ceilings, and always felt cold no matter how high the temperature was turned up. Here, at Alana’s place, it was warm and friendly, no dark shadowy corners or empty spaces.

  “Shower?” she asked, smiling at me. I nodded, sticky from the heat of the evening and the boardwalk. Her bathroom was a surprise to me—it was larger than I would have thought, given the apartment, and had a nice big cast iron tub in the center. She turned on the shower and I got to watch her undress, revealing that perfect tight little body that I had come to crave. She watched me, too, as stripped out of my clothing, smiling when I pulled down my panties to reveal a mound that was already wet and glistening. She stepped into the shower and took my hand, helping me into the tub. As the hot water fell over our skin, I couldn’t help but to sigh, my entire body relaxing. It felt so good against my skin, almost as good as Alana’s hands. We were face-to-face in the shower
and she was lathering her hands with soap, looking into my eyes as she began at my neck to massage it into my skin. Her movements were agonizingly slow—she washed everything but my breasts and the v between my legs at first, making sure to touch every other inch of skin. It was a massive tease and by the time she was finished my whole body was quivering, hungry for her touch in more intimate places. First, she brought her hands down to my ass and began to lather it with her palms, occasionally squeezing the round globes of my muscles or slipping her fingers down below to barely stroke the very bottom of my slit. It drove me crazy, made me almost beg for her to touch me, but from the wicked look in her eye I knew that would do no good. I had to let her take her time.

  When she finally touched my breasts, I almost moaned from that alone. Her slippery hands slid over my hardened nipples, which were ripe and sensitive to even the lightest of touches. She pinched them gently between her fingers and tugged, sending sparks of electricity through my body, straight down to the v between my legs. She massaged my breasts for a long time before running her soapy hands over my belly, down to my slit, which was wet and ready for her touch. She straddled my bud with two of her fingers and moved her hand up and down, touching me as I would have touched myself. My own slickness combined with the slippery soap made me feel like liquid, like I was melting in the palm of her hand. She continued to rub while I moaned and leaned back against the shower wall, almost unable to support myself. Her hand worked on me until I came, pressing against her fingers, moaning loudly as the steam rose from our bodies. When I was finished, she grinned at me, pressed her lips to my mouth and molded her body against mine so that we were slick and wet against each other. It was my turn to wash her, then, and I did so by bending her forward so that her hands were against the shower wall and her ass was pushed out. I started by washing that, rubbing the soap in, then reaching around to grope and caress her breasts from behind, pinching and playing with the nipples until she moaned aloud. I dropped down to my knees and gazed at her folds from below, spreading her legs for me, then rubbed soap into her folds while they grew more and more swollen. I slipped my fingers inside of her again and began to pump them in and out, but before she could come she stopped me.

  “Let’s rinse,” she said, and so we did, standing under the water together and letting the soap run off our bodies. When we were finished, she turned the shower off, wrapped me in a towel and helped me step out of the tub. Then, naked and wet, we went to her bed.

  “Bend forward,” she said, “get on your hands and knees.”

  I looked at her with an eyebrow raised but did as she asked. She disappeared for a moment and then reappeared with something in her hand. It was a long cock with straps attached to it, large and black. It was even bigger than it looked like I could take. I gazed at her with wide eyes and she smiled and stroked my hair, bending down to kiss me softly as she used her free hand to rub my ass. She dipped her hand lower and cupped my mound, using the tip of her middle finger to stroke my bud until I was dripping onto the bed below me.

  “Nice and wet,” she said approvingly. “Can I fuck you?”

  I nodded, staring at the toy. She got behind me and I could feel her breath on my skin, could feel her fingers as they parted my lower lips. She ran the head of the toy up and down my slit, coating it with moisture before aiming it inside of my channel. She stroked my spine with one hand while she used the other to slowly sink the toy inside of me, inch-by-inch. I moaned and spread my legs further to accommodate its girth, loving the feeling of it stretching me out. She continued to press it inside of me until it was completely bottomed out, buried deep enough within me to touch the back of my channel. I felt so full, so stretched, and began to rock my hips back and forth against the toy, moving it slowly in and out of my body to get used to the feeling. Her fingers reached around to tease my bud as she fucked me with the toy for a few more minutes, warming me up before she strapped it on herself.

  “Are you ready?” she asked, caressing my bare ass. I looked back over my shoulder at her and nodded, then watched as she sat up on her knees and wrapped the straps around her narrow hips. She buckled it on at the sides and then it was there, the big black toy jutting out proudly from between her legs. She used her hand to fully coat it with my juices before slipping it back inside of me in one deep thrust, hitting the back of my channel so hard that it made me lose my breath. I collapsed down onto my elbows, my ass in the air as she began to ride me in and out, fucking me like a man would—fucking me better, actually, because her hips rolled in the most feminine, feline way I had ever felt. She would grind in and out of me in slow strokes, making sure that the head of the toy hit my inner sweet spot with each thrust. My whole body was trembling, my mound especially, and I felt myself clenching and unclenching around the invading cock as I rocked my hips back to impale myself on it.

  “I’m gonna come,” I whimpered softly, and to my surprise, she smacked the round globe of my ass with the flat of her hand. It made me jump but it also made me gush over the toy. She kept spanking me, and with her free hand she reached around to rub my bud as she fucked me from behind. I came then with a low cry of pleasure, my face buried in the mattress, body writhing backward against her. My pleasurable stinging of the skin where she spanked me combined with the complete and utter pleasure of having been fucked was almost too much to bear. I lay still for a long time, catching my breath, gently grinding against the toy to squeeze out the rest of my powerful orgasm. I almost felt bereft when she pulled it out of me. She crawled on her knees to position herself in front of me and gestured toward the toy between her legs.

  “Clean it,” she commanded, and the look on her face was wicked, charming. She liked being in control, I could tell, and I liked being under her power. I took the head of the toy between my lips and sucked it clean of my juices, then began to lick it from base to tip in long lines, cleaning up every bit of the mess I had made. She watched my face the whole time, occasionally reaching down to push the hair out of my eyes so that I could look up at her in pure adoration. I wanted nothing more than to please her and I knew she felt the same.

  When I was finished, she unstrapped the toy and put it on her bedside table, then curled up with me on the bed. We were done for the night but I still wanted more. At least, I wanted to kiss her and never stop. So that’s what I did. We stayed interlocked until we fell asleep, the taste of myself, of her mouth, still sweet on my tongue.

  Chapter 4: Alana

  I was growing addicted to her. The more time I spent with her, the more time I wanted to spend with her. She was so beautiful, so perfect to me now that we’d gotten to know each other that I didn’t know how to tear myself away from her whenever I had to. We spent our nights and evenings together, going out or staying in, making love and talking and watching movies. I found myself staring at her often, wondering how I got so lucky as to have her in my life.

  One night while we were cuddling on the couch, she turned to me, kissed me on the lips and smiled.

  “Let me bring you home with me,” she said. “To meet my mother.”

  I was hesitant. We came from such different lifestyles. I worked at what was essentially a high-class bar and she was filthy rich. Our lives were completely different. I wondered, too, how her parents would respond to her bringing a woman home. Dating straight women was always a toss-up, either their families were accepting and cool about it or I was out on the streets. I’d never been with a woman who would go against her family’s wishes for me and was worried that if they disapproved, I wouldn’t get to see her again.

  “I don’t know,” I said reluctantly. “I don’t want to screw everything up.”

  “You won’t,” she promised, furrowing her brow. “You won’t, Alana. I swear. And it doesn’t matter, anyway. I don’t care what they think of you, I just want them to know that I have someone in my life who is important.”

  Her words made my heart swell within my chest. I was as important and necessary to her as she was to me.


  “I’ll do it, then,” I said, taking her hand and kissing the backs of her knuckles. “For you.”

  She smiled and I melted against her, held her close. We spent the rest of the night on the couch just enjoying ourselves and I tried not to think about meeting her parents. I had a gut feeling it wouldn’t go well. Not only because I was a woman, but because I was lower class than her. I was worried that if it went wrong, Gina would change her mind about me, that she would see the truth about our situation—I was beneath her in so many ways. I could give her my love but I couldn’t give her the world the way I was beginning to want to, and that hurt me so bad it almost made me tear up sitting there with her.

  The next evening, Gina picked me up and we started the drive back to her family’s estate. During the half-hour drive, she told me about her mother and father, how conservative they were. They were strict, too, and mostly kept to themselves. She hadn’t spent much time around them as a child and when she did they were careful not to show too much affection. She said she thought that they believed it would make her strong, make her feel like she wouldn’t have to depend on anybody else emotionally. The thought of it made me ill; she deserved all the love in the world and she always had. I was happy that I could give it to her now. Because I did love her, deeply, and I wanted everything to go well so that we could spend our days together with the approval of her family.