Cabin In The Woods

by Kristine Robinson

  He keeps offering me money and I decline. Unless money gets too tight, which it does some weeks. His holiday gifts have become so lavish that I would have sent them back if that would not be rude.

  Oh no. I’m getting lost in thought again. What’s actually happening?

  "I see," I replied to her, realizing she was finished talking. I wasn't listening to what she was saying. I was just listening to the sing-song tone in her voice and watching as she gestured wildly with her arms.

  I am so lucky it was obvious what the problem with her car is. From a cursory glance, anyone with working knowledge of mechanics could tell the problem. The tires left uneven tracks and there was oil leaking.

  “Has the car been riding a bit too roughly, drifting during turns, and dipping when it is stopped?” She nodded excitedly and went to say something else before I stopped her. “Your shock absorbers are wearing out. They need to be replaced.” I informed her. “Let me see what the extent of the damage is before giving you an estimate.”

  I went under the old car and almost gagged. This car was treated awfully. She clearly lacked a basic understanding of how to correctly treat her automobile. "It's rusty so I'm going to need to clean and de-rust it before I can replace the shock absorbers. This'll be just-"

  “Why do you work here?” She interrupted me. “I thought your family was rich.”

  My nose twitched. My family is rich. In the worst kind of way. My family is a family of waspish people who suck up in order to have a happy life in the 1% despite not actually being Caucasian or Christian. “They are. I am not.” The tone I used made it clear that this was the end of the discussion. “Now the cost will round up to about 650$.”

  “T-that much?” She blanched. I honestly hated that look on her face. She looked so small like the rest of the world was much too big for her to deal with. I wanted to just hold her and make all the badness go away. But that was silly. I barely even know her. “I-is there any… er?”

  “I could give you a discount.” I offered, the emotionless façade leaving. The concern was painted over my face as if it were makeup. “I could charge at the very least $200.” I knew I would have to put up another hundred dollars so my boss wouldn’t notice that much, but I’d prefer that. He isn’t a bad boss. He’s a bit of a jerk when it comes to his stuff and he teases us all, but he is a good man.

  “I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.” She replied.

  "It's fine," I replied. "You could repay me by letting me take you out to dinner?” I replied as smoothly as I possibly could. Thank god I have been working here for a while, I’ve seen this pulled repeatedly by my male coworkers. I just barely pulled it off without blushing or stuttering.

  I was able to get her number and when she left I almost squealed. Yess! We had decided we would set a date for the date later because we both had pretty busy schedules. The most important point being, I actually got a date!

  I was practically bouncing with excitement. A million scenarios running through my mind of what our flawless date would be like. There is nothing anyone can do that can ruin my day.

  Nothing could ruin my good mood right now. Nothing. “Isn’t that the girl who got pregnant at 17?”

  Wait, what? WHAT?

  Chapter 5

  I know I’m not being fair to her. She keeps suggesting a date and I keep saying “Let me check my schedule…nope, can’t do it.”

  Nadia, she’s just gonna lose interest eventually.

  If I need, to be honest, that may be for the best. It is just unfair for anyone to expect them to just accept me. I messed up my life, I have a kid in tow, and I’m barely smart enough to be passing my classes with a B-average.

  I can’t even fantasize right! I have only ever been with Finn. I didn’t know how non-penis related sex worked. And I was too embarrassed to look it up when I found the time. It felt somehow like Nadia would find out and be disgusted by what I have done. It is much better not to risk it.

  Even though I am so afraid that what if we somehow got together? I wouldn't know what to do… is it… is it like… doing what I do to masturbate… but on another girl?

  I’m such a coward I can’t even bring myself to google the topic!

  That only adds to a reason I am a coward about going on a date with Nadia.

  It's not my fault that I have to keep rescheduling with Nadia. My mom won't babysit just for a date. She keeps saying that she and dad do so much for me and I am not grateful enough.

  She may be right. She and dad buy bottles and cribs and pay for so much for the baby. Then they turn around and take care of her while I do commissions and while I go to school.

  No! It’s not right. I have a right to go on a date with someone who cares about me. “Nadia is a nice girl and she cares about me. I will go on a dinner date with her tonight and-”

  “Fine.” Mom answered, looking quite irritated. “I’ll take care of Sarah. Sarah, go help Mommy choose a pretty dress.”

  Dad seemed extremely proud of himself. Oh, so he won an argument with mom. Perfect! Dad always chooses my side. He has been quiet on issues like this a lot more often, frankly because I kinda-sorta did actually prove mom was right in some aspects. But now he let me do what I wanted.

  “Thank you, Daddy!” I cried, throwing myself at him to give him a big hug. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you down, I’ll show how great our family is.”

  My dad gave me a terse smile. It’s okay, though. Daddy has never been genuinely happy with me dating anyone. He believes there is no person alive worthy of his daughter.

  I texted Nadia and got ready for our date. Fantasizing about what we would say, and do, how the date would even end... what would happen after the date had ended.

  I would kiss her, find that her lips tasted ever better than they looked. She would purr at the flavor of my lips and I would moan at the taste of hers.

  She would wrap her arms around me, and I would kiss her deeply as I removed her Hijab. I would feast my eyes on her beautiful locks for the first time. It didn’t matter what her hair looked like, though I imagined it a curly, soft brown. Natural color the way my hair never was.

  I would run my fingers through them and enjoy the silky texture as I kissed her. She would mewl and I would smirk as I pushed her down on my bed. The bed would creak and I would assure her not to worry, my parents aren't home and I promise they won't be. Not for a while.

  She would relax into the kiss and allow her passion to seep through. When we kissed, the fireworks that lit up the night sky would be like nothing. As I kiss down her body, I would taste only her skin and the victory of being with the most amazing woman I have ever been given the gift of being with.

  I will let my hands explore her body and I would cup her breasts in my hands. They would just barely fit in my hands. The perfect size. I would begin to kiss and nip them in a way I knew I liked, she would enjoy it just as much as I enjoy it on myself.

  I reach into my the drawer next to my bed and pull out the vibrator I keep next to my bed. I slip a condom on it – I always use a condom with it, it makes it much easier to clean, and I press it into her.

  She mewls and writhes on the bed as I turn it on and begin to torment her with it. I watch as I twist and thrust the vibrator, getting turned on as I bring her to a release with only the toy inside of her.

  When she comes down from the second high I wrenched out of her, using the contraption, she pushes me down on the bed.

  "It's your turn," Her smooth voice was a seductive hiss. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel real good, Babe." She purrs in my ear.

  I shudder as her hands explored my skin, ripping my clothes off as if she cannot stand one more moment without feeling her skin on mine.

  She'd kiss me right where I was most sensitive. She would be so much better than me at this. She would push me down and kiss every inch of my skin. I would shudder at the feeling of her hands on my skin. I would moan as her hands caressed my tender flesh.

  “Please,” I would b
eg her, wanting nothing more than for her to stop teasing me. Only then would she let her lips go down to explore my pussy. Her tongue would rub over me and I would be shivering as she did this to me.

  "Mama?" My fantasies were abruptly cut off by the child staring down at me. That was an accusing gleam in her eye. She is spending too much time with my mom.

  Bad Amber. Keep your thoughts PG. There is a child in the room.

  I let Sarah choose my dress and I smiled. I wore the one she chose even though my fantasy entailed me wearing another. She was my baby after all. I trust her judgment.

  When Nadia came to the door I heard her talking with my dad. “Oh yes,” She commented as she was looking at a few pictures on the mantle. “She was quite pretty as a child. And who is this?”

  “That’s Sarah and we have to be going right now!” I rushed her out the door. I can’t let her know about Sarah yet. We barely know each other. I’m not ashamed of Sarah but… Sarah is not quite the kind of surprise you share on a first date. She’s third date material. When you start actually sharing who you are after you are done making yourself seem better than you are to make the other person like you a lot.

  “Oh.” She seemed sad for a moment before she shook her head. She mumbled something under her breath that I couldn’t quite make out, but it sounded like “not ready” and “it’s fine”.

  Oh no. She suspected it. She’s not ready to be with someone with a child. Change the subject. Change the subject.

  "What the fuck? Whose car is that?!" I gestured to the car in front of me. It was a cherry red uncomfortably expensive thing. I felt like I shouldn't be allowed to sit in it.

  “Oh, this?” She seemed almost embarrassed. “My brother bought it for me. He even has to pay the taxes on it because it is too much.” She bit her bottom lip, refusing to meet my eyes “I wanted to send it back, but you can’t just send back a gift given on Eid. It would be in bad taste.”

  “Why would you send it back?” I balked at the thought. “It’s so nice!”

  “I made my decision.” She declared haughtily. I didn’t know her voice could even sound like that. “And I shall not back down. This car is a symbol of everything my family and I will never agree on.”

  She realized how she as sounding and her cheeks turned the most attractive shade of rosy-pink. “Uhmm… We should… er… to the ice cream shop!” She declared as she got into the car.

  I got into the car gingerly. This might be the nicest car I've ever seen, and if anything, she is rather ashamed of it. She is so different, it's confusing and refreshing all at once.

  “So,” I started, wracking my brain for a topic. Say something. Say anything! Make it sound sweet. That’s what Finn liked most about me, my sweet smile and kind temperament. “What’s your fav-“

  “Tell me about, Sarah.” She cut me off. The question was half-way between a demand and an inquiry.

  I wasn’t ashamed of my daughter.

  Sarah is my pride and joy.

  Even if it ruins our budding relationship.

  Sarah is my pride and joy.

  Even if I have to give up what I really want in order for her to be happy and healthy.

  Sarah is my pride and joy.

  “She’s an angel.” I declared. I decided against saying she was my daughter, at least not yet. She’ll find out sooner or later. "She's getting a little spoiled so I could call her a demon sometimes. But all in all, she's an absolute delight. She gets so angry whenever test time is coming up. She knows I’ll focus more on the test than on her and she feels she deserves more attention than that.”

  There was a soft smile on her face. She looked so accepting right now. I could almost cry. “Assad’s son, Wyatt, is – was – the same way.” She seemed almost sad as she was thinking about it. She quickly dropped the issue, “Assad is my brother.” She explained to me.

  I smiled at her. Did she like kids? Oh my gosh, this is the best thing that I have ever heard. It feels too much like everything is going the way I want it. I could just taste the disappointment I just know I am going to feel when I learn that she likes kids she just doesn’t want to raise them now. She’s gonna tell me that she’s not into helping raise a child.

  I had to change the subject. Avoid it as much as possible. The inevitable doesn’t mean it has to be just right now. Inevitable just means… it will happen eventually.

  I can deal with that.

  I can deal with the future in the future. Just… let me enjoy doing this. Let me enjoy the now before I lose it all.

  That was the motto I had for our entire date. I admit, it was not a great motto, but it is important for me to not get my hopes too high.

  She brought me a flower basket and a stuffed animal for Sarah. When she came to my house for the date, it was early enough that I was still in class. She helped babysit Sarah and tried teaching her the alphabet.

  It was the motto that went on our second date.

  She came early again to help out with Sarah, who had taken to calling her “Mummy” because I was “Mommy”. Sarah declared that she was a princess, and I was the queen, and Nadia was the good dragon who protected the princess from meanies.

  I didn’t have the heart to explain to her that fairy tales don’t quite work out that way. If it makes her happy, she can believe that.

  By the beginning of our third date, I just had to tell Nadia. She was ingraining herself into our family. She was taking care of Sarah as if she loved her.

  While we were at a carnival, overlooking the city in a Ferris wheel, I had to say it. It was so romantic and beautiful as I saw the stars glitter, along with her beautiful eyes. “Sarah is my daughter. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I was afraid of what you’d think.”

  I closed my eyes and winced. I envisioned her yelling at me. Telling me I tricked her. Throwing the stuffed tiger, she won for Sarah, at me and calling me a liar. A phony manipulator that used her to make herself better.

  “Thank you for finally telling me.” She pressed her lips to mine. “I’m glad you trust me enough to do it.” She whispered, before kissing me again.

  This was a million times better than the first. I couldn’t even describe how good it was to be able to taste her soft lips without my head being fuzzy. The electricity pooled around my body without leading me to feel nauseous.

  “HOW ARE YOU ACTING SO NONCHALANT RIGHT NOW??” I yelled. I couldn’t help it. I just couldn’t comprehend what was happening right now.

  She shushed me. Gesturing to the other couples on the Ferris wheel. "Well, because I already knew. I figured it out about our first date."

  Wait…

  WHAT?

  Chapter 6

  I heard myself giggle at her response. It was just too adorable. She was so shocked. I couldn’t help myself, so I pulled out my phone so I could snap a quick picture of her face. Her lips forming a perfect ‘o’ and her doe eyes as wide as they could get. I’ve never seen a real human being make that expression before.

  “Well,” I decided to explain and save her the trouble of figuring it out on her own. “On that day you came into the mechanic, one of my coworkers came over and told me you had a kid with and ex-boyfriend. And when I came over for the date I saw Sarah. It isn’t actually that hard to connect the dots.”

  “Why didn’t you just tell me you knew?” She got down from the Ferris wheel when the ride stopped. She the threw herself onto the grass and declared, in a melodramatic fashion the likes of which I have never seen in real life, “Do you have even half an idea how much I was freaking out trying to tell you? Trying to figure out how to tell you best and when to-”

  “That was your decision to make. Not mine. It was for you to tell me.” I replied. “Besides, how could I not love her? Sarah is a little angel. Now, come on. Get off the floor, you have grass and dirt all over your cute outfit now. Let’s go to your home, give Sarah her new dolly, and tell her goodnight before her bedtime.”

  She wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “Don�
��t hug me NOW,” I complained, whining childishly. “You’re covered in dirt and grass.”

  She laughed. “Come on, you could even stay over if you want.”

  My cheeks flushed and my mind went to a vivid imagining of what the two of us could get up to in her bedroom.

  She let me into her room and locked the door. We were all alone now. She pressed her lips to mine and I flushed a dark red. Her lips tasted like honey. A spark went from her plump lips to mine. It traveled all the way down to my toes and made my head feel fuzzy. I felt my eyes drift shut, not being able to focus on the beautiful sight in front of me, wanting to focus only on the sensations.

  The scent of her assaulted me. She smelled like Strawberries, from her perfume and hair. But underneath that, she smelled soft and clean. A scent that was just so uniquely Amber that I can't get enough of. It made me melt even more into the kiss.

  I wrapped my hands around her neck as I opened my mouth to her demanding tongue. I whimpered against her lips as her tongue explored my mouth. Her hands begin to wander to under my shirt and I shivered at the feeling.

  Her hands slowly explored my not-so-toned stomach, I whimpered as her delicate hands went up from my stomach to ghost over the bottom of my bra.

  I had a painful realization that this, doing this before marriage, was against everything I was taught. And I realized, I didn’t care. I. Did. Not. Care. All I cared about was how I felt, and right now, I felt a powerful need to wrap my arms around that beautiful woman and tell her how much I cared about her. I wanted to show her how much I loved her, physically show it to her.

  She slapped my hand away and I flushed a soft pink, pulling away from the kiss. Did I do something …. Something wrong? Oh no. What if I offended her somehow?

  “Relax.” She could clearly feel me tense up, “I just want to make you feel good.” She whispered, relaxing all my worries. before kissing me softly. She wanted to kiss my neck and she asked me if it was okay to remove my head wrapping. I bit my lip before nodding in acquiesce and helping her remove it.