Cabin In The Woods

by Kristine Robinson

  My eyes blinked open, and I glanced around my bedroom. To my surprise, a figure moved in the room, and I screamed. I ran down the hallway. I knew instinctively that someone was after me. The corner flew by me, and I slammed into a body causing myself and the other person to tumble down onto the floor. The room when I looked up did not resemble my apartment.

  Tori said softly, "Are you okay there, Kate?"

  I looked around wildly at the woman who lay half under me where I had knocked her down. "Tori?" I asked in puzzlement. "What are you doing here?"

  "I thought you might need some help," She said simply and then she was helping me up off the floor. I blinked and looked around. The sun was just starting to come up. I tried to shake my head. "What is wrong?" Tori asked as she ran a finger along my hair in such a gentle manner that I just gaped at the woman. "You act like I shouldn't be in our apartment?" Tori seemed amused at me.

  "Our apartment?" I mumbled in confusion.

  Tori nodded. "Of course, we designed it together. Don't you remember?" Tori's face held a look of worry. I did not want her to be worried about me.

  "Sure," I said still feeling confused.

  She said, "You don't honestly remember any of this, do you?"

  I hesitated then said, "Not really. I am just confused. There was someone in here." I looked around then shook my head. "This is so different. We live here? Where is Lisa?"

  Tori scowled, "Lisa? You broke up with her a year ago. Do you want to be with her?"

  "No," I said in a rush. "No, it's just--I'm so confused." I put my hands in front of my face and sighed.

  Tori took one of my hands and pulled it away from my face. "Come on," She pulled me along with her as we walked through what was apparently our home. It was filled with the souvenirs of trips and adventures. I smiled at a picture of us kayaking. We seemed to have a good life, an adventurous life.

  She led me into my or was it our bedroom? She gave me a smile. "Do you remember the night that we went stargazing and got so much grass in our hair that we had to take a shower as soon as we got home?" She asked with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

  The next thing I knew we were in the shower. I gasped up into the warm water that cascaded over my head. My breath caught in my throat as I realized that Tori was waving a toy at me. It was a toy I had made use of a few times for the friction but had never had anyone to play with me before. Tori slipped on the strap-on, and I blushed a deep red. As the water pelted down, Tori slid the strap-on between my legs. I braced against the side of the shower as Tori thrust in and out of me with the toy. It was such a turn on. We trembled together as we pushed against one another in a struggle to find completion.

  I awoke trembling and covered in sweat. I looked around and groaned loudly. It had been a dream. Of course, it had been a dream. I chided myself.

  "Are you okay?" Lisa asked beside me on the bed, and I started at the familiar question.

  I nodded and breathed, "Yeah. I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

  "Are you sure? You looked like you were either having a nightmare or one wild dream, so which was it?" Lisa asked with curiosity.

  I blushed and said, "It was a bit of both."

  "Oh? Well," Lisa eased over next to me and slid her hand under the rim of my panties. I tensed as she slipped further down and her fingers finally slipped inside of me. "Yep, nice and wet. How was I?" Lisa asked with an eyebrow waggle.

  I laughed nervously. "Fantastic as always," I said.

  "Want me to finish what I started?" Lisa asked as her fingers began to massage me. I moaned. The sensations from the dream were still so fresh that I fought not to close my eyes and picture the dream again. Lisa moved against me as she too became turned on. It took no further convincing for me to come for the woman. I climaxed while biting on my lip as the sensations of one of the most powerful orgasms I had had ever experienced went through me.

  When Lisa and I snuggled up later, Lisa said, "Wow, dream-me must be awesome in bed to get you that revved up."

  I laughed softly and just nodded.

  ***

  Two weeks later, Lisa and I stopped at the corner grocery to get some snacks before a movie night at home. To my dismay, I spotted Tori right away. The woman was dressed down in jeans and a curiously faded sweatshirt that had LAPD on it. I tried my best to ignore her. Tori seemed to be thinking the same thing, as she deliberately turned away from us as Lisa and I walked past her. When we got ready to check out, I grimaced. Tori had just walked up to the cash register line as well. To my surprise, she waved for us to go ahead. Lisa thanked her brightly, but I noticed Tori did not say anything back to Lisa. No, Tori's face was set in a firm line of what could have been annoyance or disapproval or maybe even both.

  As much as I wanted to ignore Tori, it was almost impossible. Lisa glanced around at her a couple of times as well. I wondered what Lisa saw. Maybe she saw a good-looking woman. Tori was nice looking. The blond was especially nice looking dressed down the way she was. I thought it odd that I would think that, but I did. I thought she looked so much more interesting out of her work clothes. Maybe that's because she looked like a real person and not some plastic corporate robot.

  Tori almost looked approachable. Almost. Although If she had not been glaring daggers at Lisa when I glanced around, Tori probably would have appeared more approachable. As it was, I just quickly looked away when Tori caught me looking back at her. We were almost to the front of the line when there was a commotion by the door.

  A man with a cloth wrapped around his face had come in and pulled a gun out. "Everyone, get down," the man shouted loudly. "Get down!"

  I heard Tori mutter, "Not again." I froze. There was a commotion as one of the men went toward the gunman. When the gunman turned toward the man who had tried to sneak up on him, Tori moved so quickly I did not realize what she was doing until I saw her arm swing around and connect with the gunman. She flung her weight at the man while kicking the back of his knee which put him off balance. To my shock, I saw Lisa move beside me then she was just gone. I looked around in bewilderment at the door to the corner grocery behind me swinging closed. Lisa had left me.

  The man who had backed off before came to Tori's aid and they wrestled the man to the ground. Tori yelled over to the cashier, "Call the cops. We've got him." Tori took the gun out of the man's hand and slid it across the floor. I stood there like a deer in headlights. What should I do?

  After the police had arrived, Tori came over to me and guided me outside to the same bench. "Are you okay?" She asked with concern in her voice.

  I just nodded, then I shook my head. I collapsed over into the woman's waiting arms and sobbed. "She left me all alone," I sobbed out.

  "I didn’t leave you," Tori said softly.

  I nodded against her shirt. "Yes, you did. You left without a word," I choked the words out.

  Tori lifted my head in her hands and said, "I'm sorry. I'm not very good with words, but she wasn't good enough for you."

  "What do I do now?" I asked in confusion.

  Tori gave me a smile and wiped a tear from my cheek with her thumb. "You should be with me," she said softly. I closed my eyes as she leaned in to brush her lips against mine.

  "I thought you didn’t like me," I breathed out.

  Tori shook her head and said softly against my lips, "I didn't realize what I felt until I came back and I saw you with Lisa."

  "You are an idiot," I said firmly, and to my surprise, Tori laughed. I put my arms behind her head and said, "But I think I need someone exactly like you."

  "Well, better go with the original," Tori said, and then we were kissing. The police sirens blared in the distance and the night air left my skin chilled. It all did not matter because right there in Tori's arms was perfect.

  "Excuse me, ladies," An officer said as we broke apart in embarrassment. The officer apologized, "I'm sorry for interrupting, but we need to get some statements from both of you if that's okay?"

  Tori collected herself first and
said in a matter of fact tone, "Of course, Office." I blushed but nodded my agreement to Tori's statement.

  ***

  I looked around at a sound and saw Tori slip into my office. I raised my eyebrow questioningly as she closed the drapes. "Yes?" I asked in amusement.

  Tori gave me a mischievous grin. "I have the results of the winners for the trade commission awards," Tori said as she waved a white envelope.

  I made an excited noise and stood up to take the envelope, but Tori held the envelope up higher. "Not so fast," Tori said as she held out her free hand to halt me. I sighed at the woman in vexation.

  "What do I have to wait on?" I asked in irritation.

  Tori said, "Well, technically these are not to be announced yet so if I show them to you, then you cannot tell anyone. That includes Danny."

  "But I have to tell Danny," I said as if that should be clear.

  She put her hands on her hips and looked at me. "Katy," She said in that tone she used when she was trying to be serious but was too amused to pull it off.

  "Oh okay," I relented. "Let me see!" I tried to grab the envelope, but Tori evaded me. "Oww, no fair," I complained as Tori pinned my arm behind my back. "You can't use your LAPD training on me. You promised," I said firmly.

  Tori released my arm and said, "Sorry. It is a force of habit. Here." She held the envelope out to me which I snatched away from her and stuck my tongue out of her just to be that much more childish toward the blond. The woman smiled as she watched me tear into the envelope.

  I let out a victorious "Whoop!" when I saw my name at the top of the winners. I threw my arms around the blond woman's shoulders and sighed happily, "I did it!"

  "Looks like you were a prodigy after all," Tori said with a grin.

  "I don't need your approval," I said haughtily with a smile.

  Tori shook her head and said, "You never did, but you have it anyway."

  I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. The envelope was soon forgotten as we kissed one another deeply. We did not normally indulge in workplace dalliances because it was simply not professional, even if everyone at work was aware we were dating by now thanks to Danny.

  Tori straightened up and tapped my nose with her finger. "Nice try," she said with a smile.

  "Oh, you know you want to be bad," I said in a teasing tone as I ran my finger along the color of Tori's perfectly pressed jacket.

  Tori nodded and said, "I do, but I'm also at work."

  "You are no fun," I said as I made a show of slumping down to sit on the desk. "You don't love me," I said sulkily.

  The blond woman's laughter rang out loudly enough that I am sure every one of the surrounding offices heard her. I gave her a smile. Tori said, "Not only do I love you, but I also adore you. I also like my job just like you like yours. So, let us try to keep them, shall we?"

  I sighed heavily, "If I must."

  Tori came over and gave me a kiss on the top of my head. "Do you still want to go camping this weekend?" She asked as she eyed me with patience.

  "Of course," I said without reservation. "I can't possibly miss the opportunity to see Danny try to put up a tent."

  Tori and I shared a laugh. "We might have to help him," she said at last.

  "Maybe," I conceded. I reached out and tugged at Tori's jacket. "Just one little kiss more?"

  "And then you will go to your site and work?" Tori ventured.

  "I swear," I said and raised my fingers in what I hoped was a scouting symbol of some kind. Tori just rolled her eyes. "Please?" I said in a honey sweet tone.

  Tori sighed and leaned over to brush her lips against mine. My hands grabbed her jacket as the blond kissed me so deeply that I wondered if she would ever stop. When Tori pulled back out of the kiss, I felt light-headed and gasped for breath.

  "Ready to go to work?" Tori asked in amusement.

  I smiled at her, "You are still the worse boss."

  A Perfect Stranger

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  An Erotic Contemporary Lesbian Romance

  Oh, right. Perfection. It doesn’t exist. But she is perfect for me. Even with her short temper, and her need to make a pun every three seconds, and her scatterbrain.

  I’m gonna marry that girl.

  I needed to know the answers to the questions I asked. And so I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her down to my level. I pressed my lips to hers in a searing kiss. It burnt me deep in my belly. It awakened something deep within me, that I was unaware was even there.

  Dragging her closer to my body with my hands on her muscular shoulders, my mind was blank. Only feelings flew through me, wanting- no, needing more. The rush, the fireworks, everything. It was just too much and too little all at once.

  * * *

  Chapter 1

  “Absolutely not!” My voice was a touch too harsh, even I could hear it.

  It’s not their faults that I was always busy. That I could never make time for my friends no matter how much I love them. I can do it soon! That’s what I need to keep telling myself. Soon, we can all be happy. Soon, we can all be having fun together.

  “I’m sorry. Sarah, Joanne… I am really sorry. But I won’t be able to do it.” It sucked to disappoint my friends. I wanted to make them happy. But, I couldn’t.

  Sarah began to pout. If I was honest with myself, I could admit that I often envied her. She knew exactly what she wanted, and got it so easily. And she was perfect, she had a dancer’s body and was adorably short. She had a doll face and an adorable temperament as well. “Are you sure you-“

  If Barbie was a natural blonde with a pixie cut and had the body of a dancer instead of her impossible, unrealistic form, you’d have Sarah in the flesh.

  “Sarah,” Joanne’s voice was reproachful. Like a disappointed mother. “If she says she can’t do it, she can’t do it.” It was always kinda weird to see their dynamic. Joanne had black hair with purple streaks throughout it and a monotone voice, and she was still the voice of reason between the two of them. She was the rebellious emo stereotype, wrapped up in a maternal figure who cared more than my mother ever did.

  “It’s always work, isn’t it?” My lovely Miranda hissed, her upper lip curled in a snarl. She acted like an angry cat sometimes. Her red hair adding to the whole fiery nature of her personality.

  “Oooh, look at the time," Joanne commented, taking her pretty pink girlfriend away. Joanne never really liked exposing Sarah to conflict. Once, when Sarah was around and Joanne and I got into a fight, Sarah had burst into tears and would not stop crying for an hour straight. “We have to go to dinner now.”

  “What are you talking about?” Sarah replied, pouting up at her tall badass girlfriend. She put her hands on her hips and scowled, somehow oblivious to the fight that is so obviously starting up between the two of us.

  “Shush.” I heard Joanne reply as she led her out of the room and the house, trying to leave as politely and quickly as possible. “Just go.”

  “A-Alright then. BYE GUYS.” Joanne’s annoyed groan and Sarah’s lighthearted giggle almost made me genuinely relax. Those two sweethearts are so lovable.

  It’s like god granted them miracles. Of course, it helped that Sarah’s family doesn’t know Joanne goes by Joanne now. When the two started dating, she still went by Joe in public.

  I hate it when someone refers to her as Joe. It makes my skin crawl because it is so profoundly wrong.

  This line of thought wasn’t helping my mood in any way as I looked up at my girlfriend- fiancée. She was still ranting and raving.

  I hate it when she gets like this, the passion in her eyes is usually something I would die for. I would do anything to consume that beautiful gaze- usually. Like a goddess of creation, willing to do anything to achieve her goal. Beautiful and terrifying as on can possibly get.

  But when she gets into this mood it’s monstrous, almost. Destructive and terrible. The look on her face makes her more of a beast than a beauty. After dealing with this for years, I was all
out of patience with it. “Miranda,” I was losing my cool with her. I hate when that happens. It feels as though I am proving her right! She is so passive aggressive sometimes. It just makes me crazy. The least she could do is give me the basic respect of being genuinely aggressive so I could counter her argument in a rational way. “It’s my job. I can’t just-”

  “I am your fiancée. We’re going to get married! Or did you forget that too?” She was huffing and puffing like a petulant three-year-old who didn’t get their way for the first time.

  “And what exactly is that supposed to mean, Miranda?” I scowled at her. When I spoke her name, most often, my tongue curled around the word as if I was using a cutesy pet name. Right now, I spat it as if it were the vilest, most grotesque slur my mind could come up with. Usually, we were all lovey Dovey, the perfect couple in the eyes of others. How could there be trouble in such obvious paradise? Sometimes, though… Miranda was exhausting and she lit up that fire in my blood in more ways than one.