Cabin In The Woods

by Kristine Robinson

  Later as I crawled into bed, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her slender neck, narrow shoulders and the tops of her breasts squashed up by her fluffy mauve towel. As I fell asleep her pale figure kept appearing in my thoughts. And then pervaded my dreams…

  Locks of her green hair wafted on the wind. She swept the stray strands behind her ear and smiled at me. Her hand pulled the towel loose and it fell to the ground. She turned around quickly, winked at me and ran into a forest. Light shone low between the trees. My feet trampled the dry red and orange leaves on the path as I pursued the naked nymph. I followed the sound of her giggling, over a rickety, moss-covered bridge and over a hill. I could hear the sound of water. I reached the top of the hill and looked down. The crystal blue waters of a river cascaded down over the rocks into a clear pool. The reflection in the pool made my skin tingle. Perched on one of the rocks beside the river, languidly stretched out and naked, was the luscious forest fairy, Jenna. Her pale legs crossed over at the ankles and her arms reached behind her, pushing her bare torso forward. Her green hair hung over her chest, with the beginnings of two teardrops exposed in the center. Her hand beckoned me nearer.

  I hurried towards her, as she dived into the clear waters of the pool below. I climbed up on the rock and looked down. She looked up at me.

  “It’s lovely!” she said, “Come and join me, Kaela!”

  Her green hair spread out around her bare shoulders and floated on the water like waterlily leaves. Droplets glistened on her pale skin. I stripped off my clothes and jumped in. It felt more like a warm bath than river water. Jenna paddled into the middle of the clear pool. I pulled my arms through the water and moved towards the siren.

  She grabbed me, brought me towards her and pressed her lips against mine. Her lips were soft and moist. They tasted like citrus fruit. I felt her breasts pressing against mine, my hard nipples grazing against hers. She reached up her hands and grasped my breasts. She squeezed them gently. I wanted to feel her full breasts too, but hesitated. I ran my hands down her back, into the curve of her lower back and onto her firm butt. I gripped her cheeks in my hand. She pulled away and swam towards the waterfall. She climbed up onto a rock and let the water cascade down her naked body. I tread water and watched her lean her head back into the cascade. The water streamed over her naked breasts, over her flat stomach and down between her legs which were crossed, one in front of the other. She moved her hand between her legs and stroked her pussy. As I swam closer, I could see her pussy had no hair! It was smooth. I wanted to run my tongue over the silky grooves. Her hand stroked down and up over her mound. Her fingers disappeared into the entrance to her divine pussy. She groaned as her fingers moved in and out and the water ran over her full breasts.

  There could be no more perfect picture. And it wouldn’t be the last time that dream came. Came indeed. In my sleep, I could feel an explosion of pleasure inside me and woke up with damp panties.

  ***

  I waited until the lecture hall was almost full before finding a seat. There was no space left next to Jenna. I avoided looking her way throughout the lesson and hurried out as soon as the lecturer was done. The dream kept popping into my head. I didn’t understand why I would be dreaming of another woman like that. I had not even had a serious boyfriend before. Let alone had sex. I must have been the only virgin in the whole university.

  The last time I had been out with a guy, was with one from my karate class. I hadn’t even thought of it as a date, until I suddenly found his lips against mine. I pulled away and stared at him, then down at the black and white checkered floor.

  “So-Sorry!” he said.

  I hadn’t thought about him that way before his sudden move, though he was kind of cute. A few seconds after the kiss, he spotted a group of guys he knew, went over them and never came back. He didn’t come to the next two karate classes either, but then reappeared and pretended nothing had happened.

  A month passed at the University. I had been home the previous weekend, but that Saturday, I’d decided to go for a run with a few girls in one of the University’s botanic gardens. When we returned to res afterwards, I ran into the one person I didn’t want to see.

  “Oh, Kaela,” she said, “I was looking for you.”

  The other girls went on to their rooms.

  “Oh?”

  “Yes,” she continued, “Do you want to study for the chem test together?”

  “I – err,” I began.

  I looked at her hair, at the student finance poster on the wall and at the students in the distance.

  “Err – sure.”

  “Oh great! Tomorrow night then?”

  “Okay.”

  “Come to my room. It’s number 3.17.”

  That evening I traced my finger along the wall as I hunted for her room. She was a floor above me, where the rooms were single occupancy. They cost a lot more and weren’t covered by my scholarship. I knew my parents couldn’t afford to pay the difference and didn’t even ask when we filled in the application.

  3.16

  3.17

  I stopped and stared at the door. I slowly raised my hand and rapped lightly on the standard white surface.

  “Is that you, Kaela?” Jenna called, “Come in.”

  I pushed the door open slowly. Her dorm was about the same size as mine, but didn’t have the extra desk and bed. There should have been more space in Jenna’s room. The one wall had a bright purple velvet two-seater sofa against it. Above the sofa, the wall was covered in posters, trinkets, fairy lights, hanging plants and a huge fern dominated the corner. Jenna was sitting cross-legged on her bed, in a pair of loose pants and short-sleeved t-shirt. When she looked up and smiled, I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. She patted her hand on the bed.

  “Come and sit down,” she invited.

  The red glow, from a lava lamp on her bedside table, added a pink hue to her face. I suddenly wondered if that’s what she looked like after having sex. I shook my head and stared quickly down at my laptop.

  “Okay,” I said, “I thought we could take a look at the Chapter 1 and 2 summary for a start and then see if there are any specific things we need to focus on,” I rattled off.

  “Sure!” she said.

  Jenna put her iPad down, turned and looked at me. My eyes couldn’t help wandering back to the full curves under her t-shirt.

  “Wow!” she said, “I’m a lesbian and even I don’t stare like you do!”

  She leaned back, making her breasts more prominent. She wasn’t shy.

  “I – err – no, I’m not-”

  I looked down again and couldn’t find anywhere to escape to. The room suddenly seemed stifling. I got up quickly off the bed and put my laptop under my arm.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, without looking at her, “I’ve got to go.”

  I only remembered to exhale as I reached the stairs that led down to my floor. Why was I staring at her like that, I thought. No other women had the same effect on me.

  Well almost no other women. At a party in my senior year in high school, I had been watching from the side lines as usual and my gaze fell upon one of my classmates. She had her arm resting on a dark wood piano and was kissing a boy from my class. I watched her turn her head as she kissed him. They kissed for a long time. I looked down at her legs leading up and up to her short, tight dress. She had been advertising for sure and got a sale! I looked at the curve of her firm butt and her small breasts peaking slightly out of the top of her dress. I suddenly wanted to be the boy who was kissing her, as I felt a warm sensation developing between my legs. My pussy started to throb. I had dismissed the incident as normal confusing teenage hormones, but now I felt the same thing for Jenna.

  Chapter 3

  I checked the corridor as I headed into the main entrance to the res. No Jenna. Safe. For the next two days I constantly checked for her head of green hair and ducked out of sight whenever I saw it. I was able to eventually forget my foolishness when I heard the news from our profes
sor one afternoon. We were going to be visiting my “Mecca” at the end of the week! I immediately messaged a friend from my High School engineering club.

  “OMG! We’re going to visit the Seattle SpaceX!”

  “No ways!” he replied, “I’m totally jealous!”

  The night before the trip I could not get to sleep. SpaceX was my dream place to work and they had internships too. I was a good student, but I didn’t think I would be one of the select few chosen for their internship programs.

  I looked at my mobile at 21:09, when a message came through.

  “You betta post lots of pics!” it read.

  In Grade 11, our science team had come third in the Team America Rocketry challenge and in our final year, our satellite had come second in the CubeSat Launch Initiative! We had a brilliant teacher who inspired us to always persevere and never be afraid to do things differently. I had a photo of him and our CubeSat team on my desk.

  Eventually exhaustion weighed down my eyelids and kept them closed for a few hours. I woke up a few seconds before my alarm and jumped out of bed. I had already laid out my clothes for the day. My brother had treated me to extra cash and I’d bought a new top and a pair of jeans. The writing on the t-shirt was probably a bit corny, but I loved it. It read: “Mars or bust!” It was the perfect day to wear it, anyhow. I sent my brother a picture of it and he replied: “lol. Still such a nerd!”

  He hadn’t gone to study further after school, but was making some decent money as a professional waiter at a swanky Italian restaurant in Seattle. I was the first one in my family to go to University and my parents always reminded me how proud they were. I hated it when they did it in front of my brother though. I had idealized him when I was growing up. He always had lots of friends and was able to make new friends easily, unlike me. The only place I fitted in was with the nerds, but I finally began to enjoy the company of the geek gang in high school.

  As our bus pulled up outside the SpaceX building, I took a photo of the building signage and posted it online. All four of my geek crew responded within minutes.

  ***

  The professor insisted I complete an application for the summer internship at SpaceX, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t think I stood a chance. That wasn’t the only thing on my mind as I watched the university fountain from the lab window. I had to talk to Jenna. If she would talk to me. I messaged her at the end of class.

  “Can we meet this evening?”

  As I walked to my next class, I checked my mobile twice for a response, but no messages came through. After class, I headed back to the res and took a nap. When I woke up and checked the time it was already past five. I saw a flashing message icon on the screen though and quickly pressed it.

  She’d agreed to meet me at a nearby coffee shop off campus at 19:00.

  “I’ll c u there,” I replied quickly.

  I hoped it wasn’t too late to reply, but my mobile beeped in response a second later. She sent a smiley face!

  I arrived at the cozy coffee shop early. A two-piece female band was doing a sound check on the small stage in the corner. I found an empty sofa on the far side, opposite the stage and ordered a hot chocolate. I needed to warm up and wake up from my post-nap grogginess.

  The bell at the door tinkled and I looked up into Jenna’s face. She was right on time. Her green hair peaked out from underneath a floppy woolen hat.

  “Hi Jenna,” I said.

  “Hi Kaela,” she replied, “It’s great to see you again!”

  I smiled and exhaled slowly. Maybe she wasn’t as mad at me as I thought. She sat down and took off her half gloves.

  “I’m sorry for running out on you the other night,” I said.

  I studied the mosaic pattern on the table.

  “It was very rude,” I added.

  “No worries,” Jenna responded immediately, “I know I freak people out sometimes, being so direct.”

  I sat up straight suddenly as she put her hand on top of mine. She giggled and I slowly relaxed and giggled too. We listened to the band playing folk songs on their acoustic guitars and got to know more about each other.

  “I was confused,” I said, “I’ve never felt like that –”

  “For a woman?” Jenna finished.

  I nodded. “For a woman,” I said, “I’ve always been more into science than people, to be honest.”

  “Well you’re real cute for a geek,” Jenna joked.

  “But seriously,” she added, “If you need someone to talk to about your feelings or anything, I’m here.”

  “Thank you,” I replied.

  I looked at the sheets of rain outside and told her about my background. I hadn’t told anyone else at the university. I mentioned my exciting trip earlier in the week too and the internship. She insisted I apply.

  “Come on Kaela, go for it!” she implored, “Promise me you’ll do it!”

  I finally promised I would. The following afternoon I clicked the ‘send’ button and sighed. What were the chances, I thought, as the screen responded “Thank you for your application.” Jenna’s voice popped into my head. “You’re perfect for it!” I laughed and was about to close the laptop’s lid, when a strange icon popped up on the bottom of the screen. It was a video of two girls kissing. Where had that come from, I wondered? I wouldn’t usually click on dodgy links, but my finger went ahead and clicked anyway.

  The landing page showed very attractive young women, mostly with tattoos and piercings. They reminded me of Jenna with their multicolor shaved and spiked hair and alternative dress sense.

  A girl with short spikey white hair and a full-sleeve sugar-skull tattoo caught my attention. She had an almond-shaped face, pale skin and was sitting on the ground with her legs up against her chest. She had a petite body. I clicked on her profile and watched her intro video.

  She was dressed in vintage lingerie; a black bustier, frilly purple panties, suspenders and old-school stockings, with a single stripe up the back of the leg. She turned and beckoned me to follow her.

  “You sit there,” she said, pointing to a chair.

  The camera swung around to face her from the chair.

  “Good!” she said and winked.

  Swamp country music played in the background as she began to sashay around the empty bar. She swayed her hips to the music and leaned forward, giving me a better view of her cleavage. Her breasts peaked out over her bustier and disappeared as she swung around and exposed her frilly butt to the camera. I wanted to lean forward and slap it with my hand, but then she did it herself and I giggled.

  A few seconds later, the camera swung to a doorway and another girl appeared. She was taller and curvier. Her breasts were large and reminded me of Jenna’s. The petite girl came back into the frame and pulled the other girl close. She brought her bright red lips to the other girls and they kissed.

  The screen faded and a message popped up.

  “Want to see more?” it read.

  “Register now and we can play!”

  I sighed. Just when I was enjoying the view!

  ***

  “How did you know I love Star Trek?”

  I looked down at the two tickets to the Museum of Pop Culture in Jenna’s hand.

  “Good guess!” she replied, “I love them too!”

  I grinned at her broader than the Cheshire cat.

  “Really?”

  In response, she jumped up and down and waved the tickets around.

  “Oh yeah!” she replied, “And we’ve got to dress up for the occasion!”

  Jenna wore a short red Star Trek dress, when we went to the exhibition. Her long legs looked great, but I wasn’t willing to expose my short legs to the world. She danced around in a circle, when I opened my dorm room door and I couldn’t help staring again. And she couldn’t help teasing me for it.

  “You like this huh?” she said, sticking her rear in my direction.

  I straightened my back and scowled at her.

  “Inappropriate behavior, lieute
nant!” I joked.

  “Yes, commander!” she replied and mock saluted me.

  When Jenna stepped off the “Borg” display at the exhibition, I started a barrage of questions.

  “Whoa!” she said, “We sure could use a ‘collective mind’ now!” she joked.

  “Jenna!” I said, shaking my head.

  “Okay, okay,” she replied, “I’ve always known I was different. I’d say I knew for sure that I was lesbian from about ten years old.”

  I nodded as I walked closer to the original Star Trek uniforms on display.

  “And yes, I have had sex with a woman before,” she continued, “it just feels right to me.”

  We arrived at the display with the same dress Jenna was wearing.

  “There it is!” I cried, “Go stand next to her! We have to take a photo!”

  Jenna leaped next to the exhibition model and I framed them up in my mobile screen.

  “Awesome!” I said.

  I thought she looked cuter than the model, but I may have been a bit biased.

  “Are you attracted to men and women?” she asked.

  “I don’t know,” I replied.

  I turned to the weapons display and sighed. I didn’t feel ready to tell her I was a virgin, even though it was easy to talk to her.

  “It’s okay,” Jenna said, “It can be pretty confusing.”

  “Thanks for understanding,” I said.

  We walked into the room which displayed the old Star Trek ship’s command area and we both whooped with delight. I was glad for the distraction, as we rushed closer. I had never had a female friend who enjoyed sci-fi before and was really enjoying Jenna’s company. I felt good when I was around her, but the more time I spent with her, the more my other strange feelings for her grew.

  ***

  The next time I was in Jenna’s room, I didn’t run away. I leant up against the wall on the far side of her bed.

  “What’s it like to kiss another woman?” I asked her.

  She took a bite of a nectarine she was eating, put it back on the plate and shuffled closer. My shoulders pressed against the wall.

  “Wha-” I began.

  My question was abruptly ended as her lips met mine. The sweet juice of the nectarine moistened her lips and tantalized my tongue. I expected her to pull away after a second, but she didn’t. Her tongue locked onto mine and twirled around it like a DNA chain. As her soft lips played with mine, I felt a strange feeling. It came from below my stomach, from between my legs. It was a throbbing sensation and all I knew was that I didn’t want her to stop. I had never kissed a guy like that before, and after kissing Jenna, didn’t think I would ever want to.