Cabin In The Woods

by Kristine Robinson

  “I'm so glad that they're letting me play,” Stephanie said. “Finally! I mean, I've been telling them I'm amazing on the keys for years, and how long did it take them to book me? Nearly half a decade. It's just so silly sometimes how slow to respond people are. I totally get that there are ways to do things right, and ways to do things wrong, but I want things done on a time frame that isn't so long!”

  Stephanie listened and wondered what it was like to be a woman and be that successful. It must have been a good feeling, considering how many people were coming just to listen to her play.

  “You girls enjoy yourself as you set above everyone else and eat your dinner,” Cronkite said “It actually wasn't a big deal at all to have another seat added. No one even asked me. If they would have I wouldn't have really explained anyway because it's kind of none of their business.”

  The ride to the auditorium seemed to fly by. Soon they were parked outside, stepping out of the limo onto a red carpet. It was an amazing feeling to walk down the carpet with her arm intertwined with Cronkite's. Lexie was with them the whole way, and when the three ladies walked in, an packed house of thousands of people jumped to their feet and roared their approval.

  Stephanie and Lexie took a seat while Cronkite made her way over to the piano. She started slow, choosing to lead out with a piece that Stephanie knew but couldn't place, then moved into her own music. It was wonderful to listen to her play, the way the notes sounded. It wasn't like when a man plays and he really strikes each note with enough zest that the piano wire sings with a throaty zest, but instead the kind of light finesse that wasn't often seen when it came to pianists. Stephanie was really impressed, and she could tell that Lexie was as well. Because it wasn't easy to do what Cronkite was doing, and what was easy was allowing a passion to become a hobby, or just something one does to pass the time. That would have been the easy way out. But instead Cronkite struggled for years and years to learn how to play, and then she practiced for time untold, then she patiently waited for her time. And now it was her time.

  There was always something super sexy about musicians making love to their instruments and their music. Cronkite especially loved it, rocking back and forth ever so slowly on the piano's bench, smiling a small, innocent smile to herself. It really was awesome to see her have such an amazing time, and not just a fun time, but moments of intimacy and vulnerability.

  Eventually, after an hour or so of playing, Cronkite started to wrap everything up with a crescendo. It truly was moving, and Stephanie appreciated that Cronkite had decided to really put herself out there instead of throwing a softball and doing something safe. Stephanie could tell that the performance had been real, raw, and something that was unique in a one-of-a-kind sort of way.

  When Cronkite made it back to the table, the applause had been going for nearly twenty minutes and was still going strong.

  “They liked it! They really liked it,” Cronkite said. “I can't believe they're still applauding me!”

  After things had settled down they all three made their way back to the limo. Had been an amazing dinner and an even better performance. There was a lot to be said about someone who had studied their craft to the point of mastery being willing to share it with the rest of them. Cronkite was certainly one of those people, and Stephanie was glad that they were all three going home together. She wasn't sure yet what they would do, if anything, but she did know that she was ready for whatever came. She had a very real crush on Cronkite, and over the last day or so had started to cultivate one on Lexie as well. There had always been some kind of connection between her and Lexie, but usually they just played it off, neither one wanting to own up to the fact that they should probably be more than friends. But that could wait for another time, right now Stephanie was totally enthralled with what would happen after they got back to Cronkite's house, which they had just pulled up to.

  “I hope you ladies had a wonderful night,” Cronkite said. “It really, really makes me happy that you decided to come out. I know that you could have been doing a multitude of other things. Oh, and also, I want to tell you how absolutely fantastic both of you look. It really is great that I was made to feel so beautiful at your sides. And you know what? You really do need to believe me when I say that the two of you really do make me look more beautiful!”

  Cronkite was on cloud nine, and made everyone drinks before putting on music and dancing around. It was a nice vibe that Cronkite conjured up, with old school drinks and blues music. It made it seem like they were in another era, one that never really existed, where people could do whatever they wanted without being judged by society.

  “Come to me, Stephanie, I must teach you how to dance,” Cronkite said. “And you, as well, Lexie.”

  Cronkite spent the next hour having both of the girls dance with her and each other. Eventually Cronkite put her arms around both of them and started to kiss them all over. It was like being enraptured by something that was hard to explain, something that felt so right that Stephanie wondered why they hadn't been doing it the whole time. So all three women kissed with passion, with love, and with abandon. They groped each other gently, and slowly pulled each other's clothes off. It was one of those moments that each one of them knew they would want to savor forever. It was also one of those moments that was made completely hilarious when Cronkite bra tangled and both Stephanie and Lexie had to help her to remove it.

  “You ladies are something else,” Cronkite said. “I want you to go down on me, Stephanie. Please.”

  Stephanie pushed Cronkite back on the couch and slowly started kissing her way from her lips down to her navel, and then down even further. Cronkite writhed with pleasure, moaning, and pushing against the back of Stephanie's head.

  “Oh my God,” Cronkite said. “You feel so good! Please don't stop, please! You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do this. Since the first day I saw you in my class I knew that I had to have you like this. Oh, God, you're so good! A natural.”

  Stephanie loved the response she was getting from Cronkite, and how Lexie petted her hair and played with it while she was busy between Cronkite's thighs.

  “You're getting me there,” Cronkite said. “I'm close, just a little further. Don't stop, don't stop. Oh my God. Just like that. Yes, just like that.”

  Suddenly Cronkite's whole body went tense and she really pushed on the back of Stephanie's head.

  “I'm coming, I'm coming, don't stop,” Cronkite said. “Please don't stop.”

  But Stephanie had no intention of stopping because this is exactly what she'd wanted to have happen. She'd been hoping the whole recital that she'd be able to get Cronkite off quickly and smoothly with her tongue to start the night out, because after that it was always easy to get along and hang out. There wasn't ever that awkward sitting around like, “Well, I wish you would have got me off.” Now that Cronkite had been brought to orgasm, they could all really play.

  “Come here, baby,” Cronkite said. “That's right, Lexie, I'm talking to you. I want to eat your cute little sex while Stephanie goes down on me.”

  Lexie crawled across the bed to Stephanie and positioned her pelvis above Cronkite's head. Lexie slowly lowered her love flower to Cronkite's waiting mouth, and moaned as the more experienced lesbian worked Lexie's love box with all the experience of a seasoned lover.

  “Oh my God,” Lexie said. “I can't believe that this is happening. This is so amazing. Oh my God.”

  Stephanie crawled around the other two women and lay on her back so that Lexie could easily eat her while she was being eaten by Cronkite. It was so much fun to watch all of it happen. Stephanie had no regrets about going through with it, and was glad that Lexie had pushed her to actually do something about her crush instead of just having a crush she never did anything about.

  “You're both so sexy,” ,” Stephanie said. “I can't believe that I'm so lucky that I get to play with both of you at the same time. It just seems so amazing to me that either of you are interested in m
e at all. I know that's probably a stupid thing to say in the middle of all this.”

  Lexie giggled, but couldn't really get much of a noise out because of her mouth being full. It was a strange predicament to be in, Stephanie found, when she wanted to talk to both of the women that were playing with her, but not being able to because of how the play was keeping her mouth fairly busy. There just wasn't enough mouths on her for her to completely indulge in her own whims, so instead she focused everything on going down on the beautiful sex in front of her.

  Stephanie ran her tongue through the folds, taking care to savor the taste of her lover like someone in the desert who might not ever be able to take a drink again about to leave a well. There seemed to be no end to the wonder of going down on another woman. It was so great to feel someone eating her, while she ate someone else. She realized somewhere in the back of her mind that contrary instructions might have been given, as they were, all three, connected head to the V of lady legs in front of them.

  Stephanie wasn't sure if she was going to have the same sort of orgasm that she did with a man that she did with a woman, or if things were going to be even better than that, somehow. Stephanie couldn't wait to find out, as she felt something strange, yet familiar, moving through her body. At first it was a tingle, but then it grew. As if a trickle in the side of a dam slowly growing to a raging torrent, it was an amazing thing to feel her body react to the stimulation that was being heaped on her from all sides.

  Stephanie tried to cry out as the first pulses of ecstasy moved through her. It was a great thing to be able to know that a woman was making her feel this way, and even better to know that the woman was the same one who was attached to the head Stephanie was pressing on the back of, humping forward into; the same woman who controlled the tongue caressing and licking the clitoris between her thighs.

  Stephanie didn't want to be a bad lover, though, so he grabbed a hold of the woman she was looking by the her ass, pulling the folds further onto her tongue. The woman going down on Stephanie sucked on her clitoris, pulling on it with their lips like a nipple. Stephanie loved it so much, and let both women know by moving her hips back and forth quickly, grinding into the tongue that stimulated her.

  When she came, it was like a tidal force pulling at her mind and body together, as if they'd morphed into something so bound tight there was no way to separate them. Stephanie was so glad to be swept away, as if by the tide ripping out to the middle of the ocean. She was swimmer lost in her own pool, a diver of the deep recesses of womanhood and all of the things that women could do for each other. The way that she felt so exalted, so liberated—it was something she didn't ever want to do without. She felt like the entire world spun on an axis that centered on the way her mind was spinning now.

  Finally, after holding out as long as she could, Stephanie pulled her head away from the sex in front of her, her lips smacking and her throat moaning vulgarly.

  “Fuck,” Stephanie said. “Holy fucking shit. You have to be kidding me.”

  It was the first of many times climaxing for Stephanie. Only after the second orgasm did she start paying more attention to who was doing the pleasuring, and who she was stimulating. That was one of the things about the entire process Stephanie learned, to let go. After they'd all tongued each other into blissful states, they took turns grinding against one another. They're sexual revival took several hours, and by the end everyone couldn't believe how good they felt.

  One thing that Stephanie continued to touch on in her mind as the women continued to touch on her, was how great the entire experience was. There wasn't anything about it that made her regret what they were doing, even though it was probably a good deal more messy than she was realized at the moment. That was just the hard reality of what was going on, and even though Stephanie wasn't one to wax political, she now felt as if she was politically charged. There was so much that she wanted to do for her fellow women, so much she wanted to tell them, things she wanted to bring them. Places she wanted to take them. It was as if her entire life she'd been waiting for someone to come along and set her on fire in such a way that was unable to be doused.

  Stephanie couldn't help but start believing in something even before they'd finished bringing each other to God. There was just something about it, Stephanie kept telling herself, something so wholesome. As if it was a return to the start, a clean slate, something to be admired and appreciated. Especially because there was no reason for them not to love it, no reason yet, anyway. Stephanie tried not to think about all of the real life stuff swirling on the edge of her thoughts as she pleased in ways she could only imagine.

  But, when everything had played out, Cronkite was in a chipper mood. And Stephanie appreciated that. It would have been a moment easily soured by someone trying to be too serious when really they should have been more playful.

  “Now, I don't want either of you girls to turn into strangers just because we did the dirty,” Cronkite said. “And I want both of you two to know that you were stunning tonight—beyond gorgeous. I loved every second of being around you two. It's amazing that either of you even associate with me.”

  “I'm glad that you're in my life,” Stephanie said. “I've always had the biggest crush on you, but now, laying naked beside you in bed, it's almost like the dream wasn't better than reality. It's crazy how much one can build up anticipation in their heads, and also pretty crazy how much that anticipation can be warranted sometimes.”

  All of them decided to watch a little bit of television on the big screen in the hot tub room. None of them wore clothes. Now it was all free love and sex, well, sort of. There was obviously a time and a place, no matter how much they did things out in the open. One of Cronkite butlers came out with drinks and everyone helped themselves. It was a nice night out, and the horizon lit up with a million glowing stars.

  “What's it like to suddenly be so wealthy? I don't mean to be rude or awkward, I've just noticed that you have a butler now, for instance,” Stephanie said. “But also, things like the hot tub room in general. I think it would be weirder not to ask about it, honestly.”

  Cronkite took a long drink before she answered.

  “It's hard to describe really, because I'm in a liminal state when it comes to finances. I had an advance come in today, before the show, and now I have even more money streaming in. I don't have anyone handling my affairs but myself, though—I don't want to give the impression that I've given agency over to someone else. There is so much I need to do! But yes, the hot tub room was actually a pretty easy upgrade to my house. It wasn't what you would think. That's kind of the new thing that people are doing, where as before—like, say, in the seventies—people created those little greenhouses that attached to their homes.”

  “I totally get what you're saying,” Lexie said. “And you don't see many of the small greenhouses anymore, but it was a really good idea, in theory. But not really for a serious plant grower, more for someone who wants to enjoy the sun in winter, or something like that.”

  “Ah, I see,” Stephanie said. “It's more of a luxury that's trendy and somewhat affordable than, say, something that is just ridiculous like a yacht.”

  “You're absolutely right,” Cronkite said. “That had a lot to do with it. That and I really like hot tubs.”

  Stephanie drifted over to Cronkite and put her arms around her, caressing her mot intimate parts. It wasn't long before she was joined by Lexie. All three of them sat down next to each other in the hot tub and set it to the highest setting.

  All three women loved touching each other. It was all about mutual contact, mutual attention, and mutual pleasure. The relationship was organic, nothing about it was contrived or forced. That was because they were a real threesome—not a one night stand or some weird scene in a pornographic movie. They were an actual thing, something that wasn't just for show. They were a long term, three person unit.

  As they moved their tongues in and out of each others' mouths, and as their arms became intertwine
d and their hands got lost in the mass of bodies moving and undulating against each other, Stephanie realized how happy she was. Sure, she was in a relationship that really pushed the bounds of what most people considered classy, by any stretch of the imagination. But she didn't do things for other people, she did them for herself. And that's the way the world worked. So is someone was going to take offense to the fact that she was with two other women, then fuck them. They obviously needed to get the fuck out of her life.

  The rest of the night moved smoothly to Cronkite preparing for another recital. She'd called the university and been on the phone with them all day about her new success. Just now, she was wrapping up a phone call.

  “Yes, I know, isn't it wonderful! I mean, really,” Cronkite said. “I couldn't have asked for a better stroke of luck. That one critic who is in charge of the opinion section of the New York Times just happened to be there and see my performance. He said that he loved it and can't wait to get more. It really is something else when it's the Goddamn New York Times, you know what I mean?”

  Her work knew what she meant, or at least pretended to have some idea of what she meant. It wasn't like she really had to make that much sense, most of it was intuitive.

  When Cronkite was gone to the next thing, Stephanie spoke to Lexie.

  “I'm really happy,” Stephanie said. “Because if you aren't it's fine and we can figure something else out as far as life goes. We don't need to pretend to like an arrangement that suited us for a day was meant to last forever.”

  “No, I'm still very much down,” Lexie said. “But I do appreciate you checking in. There really isn't much going on in my head except that we need to stick together and try to support each other. I think it's good that Cronkite does her own thing when it comes to music, because so much of that is just hers, so I guess I'm more talking about other stuff. I don't know.”