Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2000 15:47:03 CDT From: C. Larkin Subject: Cabin Fever "Cabin Fever" By Chrissy Larkin Carol's dark blue Subaru lumbered up the mountain road, bumping over the frost heaves that rippled through the asphalt. It crossed her mind that Tracy's cabin was indeed remote. Carol didn't know Tracy that well. She was a well-to-do accountant and friend of Monica, Carol's best friend. Carol, an assistant librarian at a small college, met Monica when she was working on a college research paper and needed some help at the library. The two women hit it off immediately. Unlike the mostly self-absorbed and spoiled young women who attended the college, Monica was different. Divorced and in her mid-thirties, she was attending college to gain some control and direction over her life. Monica was a pretty woman, with long, light brown hair, a ripe body and a happy, slightly romantic attitude towards life. She contrasted starkly with Carol, a single woman, also in her thirties, who was thin, quiet and somewhat somber. But she responded quickly to Monica's friendly warmth and the two became fast friends. When Monica told Carol she was welcome to join her and Tracy at the cabin, Carol readily agreed, despite some misgivings. She had met Tracy only once, when the three had a drink at a bar. In size, Tracy resembled Carol, but her hair was cut quite short and her personality was the exact opposite, very independent and self-assured. She tended to dominate and had a slightly aggressive air that intimidated Carol somewhat. Despite her ambivalent feelings about spending a long weekend with Tracy, Carol was ready for a break. She was still smarting from yet another bad relationship, one in a string of several that charted her bad luck in love. The last one seemed so promising at first. He was a professor from the college and had that intellectual air that she found attractive in men. Yet when it came to sex, he was like all the others, only interested in gratifying himself. After a few months together, it was clear he was becoming bored, and so began a series of slights men often inflict on women when they no longer care. Having been down that road before, Carol cut her losses quickly and stopped seeing the man. The road wound deeper into the woods, past occasional, overgrown meadows and only one or two houses. Finally, Carol saw the wooden sign on a tree with Tracy's last name at the entrance to a dirt road. Expecting a spartan cabin, Carol was surprised to see a small but, well-built house. Tracy and Monica were sitting in chairs on the lawn, actually a large meadow that stretched down to a small pond. As Carol got out of the car, Monica bounded up and gave her a warm hug of welcome. Tracy ambled over and smiled as Carol pulled her small suitcase out of the car. "The place is small, but it's my home away from home," Tracy announced. "Gosh, it's quite nice and such a beautiful setting," responded Carol. "I'd be up here all the time!" Inside, the house was well decorated with overstuffed furniture, framed prints on the walls and a modest amount of shelves loaded with books and knickknacks. Mostly though, the house was filled with light from the numerous windows that opened up the house to the beautiful, bucolic view outside. A few minutes later, Carol was back outside, where Monica handed her an iced drink. Carol didn't care for alcohol too much, but the rum and tonic tasted so refreshing, she couldn't resist. For the next hour, the girls talked and drank and relaxed. Not having eaten too much, Carol could feel herself become light-headed from the alcohol and the heat of the sun. Suddenly, Tracy announced she was going for a dip in the pond and asked Monica and Carol to join her. Tracy began to remove her clothes and, as Carol watched through the haze of summer light, she realized Tracy didn't have a suit on underneath. For probably the first time in her adult life, Carol found herself staring at a woman's naked body. Tracy was thin and angular, her breasts quite small. But most amazing to Carol was that she had no pubic hair. It took a little while to register with Carol that Tracy must shave between her legs. The whole sequence of events took only seconds, but it seemed like a slowly moving film to Carol's somewhat inebriated mind. She turned the other way to see what Monica made of all this and was doubly shocked to see her friend disrobing as well. Monica had just pulled off her shirt to reveal two well-formed breasts with large nipples and a nicely tanned upper torso. Monica smiled at Carol as she bent over and began pulling down her shorts and underwear. She noticed Carol's look of surprise and spoke to sooth her concerns. "Come on, Carol. It's just us girls and there's nobody for miles around. You won't find a better chance to go natural." Going natural was the last thing on Carol's mind when she came up to the cabin. But now she found herself wondering what she was going to do. Monica kicked off her panties and began to run down to the pond where Tracy had already jumped in. Carol watched with some envy Monica's lovely, hourglass-shaped body. She felt a mild physical attraction towards Monica begin to well up. Carol's upbringing told her to go inside and put on a suit, but the warm sun and alcohol stripped away her reserve. With her back to the pond, she took off her clothes, stumbling slightly as the rum set her head spinning. She wobbled slightly as she walked to the water's edge and heard Monica's endearing laugh, "Don't worry, Carol, the cool water will sober you up." Carol laughed back and welcomed her friend's attempt to make her feel comfortable. But the whole time, she could feel Tracy's eyes on her, looking over her body in a way that hadn't happened since she was in college and discovered that her roommate had a crush on her. Nothing ever happened physically, but to Carol it was deja vu, the odd but somewhat agreeable sensation she got when she realized another woman found her attractive. In the water, the women swam in lazy loops, talking all the time. The water felt cool and refreshing, and Carol had to admit to herself, it was quite pleasant to swim in the nude. Soon Tracy and Monica got into a splashing game while Carol swam nearby. She watched momentarily, then turned and floated on her back, feeling the warm sun touch her skin. The cool water had caused her nipples to stand erect and as waves of water from the splashing women passed her way, they touched and licked and tickled Carol's breasts and nipples and the soft, curving slit between her legs. Suddenly the laughing and splashing stopped and before Carol's lazy mind could figure out what was going on, the two women erupted out of the water next to her, spinning her body over in the water. As Carol tried to right herself and wipe the water from her eyes, she felt someone's hand gently squeeze her rear end. She blushed violently and for a second saw a wicked grin on Tracy's face before she dove back under the water and started to swim. Meanwhile, Monica mistook Carol's look of surprise for anger at what they had done and swam over to apologize for scaring her. Carol suddenly felt Monica's arms around her as she tried to explain it was her idea to spook her in the water. Carol's somewhat hurt feelings melted as she felt Monica's arms holding her waist and her breasts softly touch hers. Just as quickly as it happened, Monica laughed and let go, leaving Carol's head spinning -- and it wasn't from the alcohol. The rest of the day went by uneventfully. The three women cooked a delicious meal, drank too much wine and finally stumbled off to bed. The next day began the same way, and Carol soon found herself enjoying the lazy mood and the time spent with no men around. She was even getting to like Tracy who, despite her aggressive personality, had a nasty sense of humor. That evening, thunderstorms moved in, quashing their plans for an evening skinny dip. After dinner, they started a quiet game of gin rummy. and talked and drank as the sky rumbled and the rain poured. After nearly an hour, boredom began to set in and Tracy suggested they play one more game and then call it quits. "But let's make this last one interesting, girls. The loser has to do whatever the winner asks," she said with a gleam in her eye. "The loser can't question the command or refuse it. Agreed?" Carol was taken aback by Tracy's odd suggestion and turned to Monica, hoping she would scoff at the idea. But instead, Monica just giggled and said sure. Tracy looked at Carol. "What do you say, Carol. If you win, you're the master over one of us, and if you lose..." Carol hesitated and gulped, before saying yes. Her mind went off in ten different directions as Tracy dealt the cards one last time. If she won, what would she ask the loser to do? Monica was a good cook; maybe she have her make a nice meal. Or have Tracy do her taxes. And if she lost, what then? Monica joked about a dirty basement that needed cleaning, if she won. While Tracy only said that this game was for keeps. For the next 15 minutes they played, Carol concentrating hard on getting points. At one point she was down to a single card, but couldn't seem to get rid of it. Meanwhile, Tracy and Monica began to rack up points. Finally Carol gambled and scooped up several cards, in hopes of making more matches. But before her turn came round, Tracy called out "Gin!" It was clear that Carol had lost and she laughed nervously as she watched Tracy clap her hands and rub them together mischievously. "Okay Carol. You're mine tonight," she crowed. For a moment there was silence as Tracy seemed to study the situation and then very slowly she told Carol that her task was to give Monica an oil massage. "Hey, who's the winner and who's the loser here," wondered Monica with some delight. Carol merely looked mortified. "That's a crazy request, Tracy! Come on, I'll clean the cabin or make you breakfast. How about something like that?" "No, I want Monica to take off her clothes and you give her a massage. Here's some oil," and she handed Carol's trembling hand a bottle of scented body oil. Carol looked at Monica, hoping she would back her up and refuse to comply, but her friend, giddy from all the wine they had been drinking, just laughed as she stood and started to remove her clothes, saying it looked like she was getting the best end of the deal. In another minute, Carol found herself once again looking at her best friend's naked body. Monica lay down on the couch, her soft, curving rear facing up towards Carol. Her heart beating more rapidly, Carol poured some oil on her hands and began to massage Monica's back and shoulders. For a minute or two, the only voice was Monica's murmuring how delightful it felt. Carol felt a little more at ease and moved her hands a bit and rubbed her lower back. "Okay, that's enough of the back, Carol. Let's go lower, barked Tracy. Again, Carol felt her pulse begin to quicken and her hands shake as they slid over the round bulging cheeks of Monica's smooth rear. Once, in college, before she knew the truth about her roommate, they had rented one of those soft-porn films, "Emanuelle" something or other. In it, two women had kissed and groped each other through gauzy, soft colored lighting while syrupy music played in the background. Carol remembered being both repelled and attracted by what happened on the screen. Now she was on the verge of something very similar. "Lower, Carol. Let's see lots of oil on Monica's thighs and legs. Monica open your legs a bit for Carol," commanded Tracy. Carol began to stroke Monica's inner thighs and when her fingers brushed accidentally against her labial lips and pubic hair, she felt her friend twitch and quiver. Tracy told Carol to pour some oil down the crack of Monica's ass and to rub gently there. Carol felt herself blush deeper, but knowing it was no use protesting, she did as she was told. Monica, almost instinctively, separated her legs even more. She couldn't help letting out a small moan as Carol's fingers passed over her anus and then slid down to her sex. When they got there, Carol could feel the wet sensation that comes from arousal. As disgusted as she was with Tracy's naughty game, she felt, for the first time, a strange sensation when she realized that Monica was quite turned on by what was happening. The sensation was hard to grasp, but clearly it held for Carol an element of excitement and a growing sense of arousal in herself. Once again. Tracy spoke up. "Okay, Monica. Let's turnover. Carol's going to massage your front side." As she turned. there was no mistaking the look in Monica's eyes. They were filled with desire and excitement and her gaze was directed at Carol. A silent murmur of delight followed by a rush of desire, filled Carol as she began to touch Monica's warm, yielding body. Nothing was said as Carol poured more oil on her hands and, after a brief massage of her neck and shoulders, began to rub Monica's soft round breasts. Tracy watch intently as Carol rolled Monica's bosom in her hands. As her nipples began to stand up, Monica's breathing became deeper and her shoulders and neck turned deep red. "Lower, Carol, massage lower," said Tracy in an almost hoarse voice. Carol's hands moved down across Monica's abdomen and thighs. Tracy ordered Monica to hold her legs up and apart for Carol. As she did the two women could see the thickening reddish lips of her sex, now glistening with secreted juices mingling with the body oil. Her clitoris protruded from under its hood and it seemed to throb. "Well, Carol. It looks like you've put Monica in a certain state," remarked Tracy. "I do think she need's to be relieved, right Monica?" Monica smiled and nodded. From the same bag that Tracy had pulled out the body oil, she now reached in and after rummaging around, pulled out a pink vibrator. "Let's see you use this on poor Monica." "No, I-I can't do that," pleaded Carol. "Rules are rules," responded Tracy, and she reached over, turned the vibrator on and placed it Carol's hands. Carol glanced up at Monica, still holding her legs apart, and once again saw the look of desire on her face. Seduced by it, she she slowly placed the buzzing toy on her wet lips, which caused Monica to let out a low moan. Carol began to move it around, touching and stroking Monica's sex before bringing it up to the top of her slit and nudging it gently against her clit. This made Monica groan louder and she pressed her pelvis down on the buzzing vibrator. Her thrusting motion, accidentally pushed the vibrator inside Monica's vagina. At first, Carol was mesmerized by what just happened, but almost instinctively, she began to move it slowly in and out of Monica's watering pussy. Suddenly, Monica's began to move spasmodically and she cried out joyfully as her body began to convulse. At the same time, Tracy grabbed Carol's hand and pushed it against Monica, sliding her wet, oily fingers inside her. With Tracy holding Carol's hand tightly to Monica's sex, she could feel her friend's orgasm as the muscles contracted and squeezed her fingers. Monica grunted and moaned as the orgasm played itself out. Carol didn't move, so transfixed was she by the sight of Monica in a state of ecstasy. "Okay, Carol. Let's give Monica some real pleasure now, whispered Tracy, whose eyes were glowing with lust. She handed Carol a large dildo and ordered her to insert it into Monica's rear. "It's too big," Carol exclaimed. "I'm going to hurt her." "Not if you do it how I tell you to," countered Tracy. Monica's eyes grew big looking at the size of the dildo, but she made no attempt to stop Tracy's plans. She continued to hold her legs wide open, showing a long stream of juice oozing from her sex down to her rear. Tracy had Carol rub oil all over the head of the dildo and on her anus, which seemed tightly shut. But when Carol, after much prodding from Tracy, finally pressed her finger against the tight orifice, it slid in fairly easily. "That's it. Now, Monica just relax and you'll feel nothing but pleasure," said Tracy. "And Carol, ease the dildo in there ever so slowly." She did as she was told and felt her body go weak as she watched the head of the large dildo began to slide in what was once just the tiniest little hole. Carol looked up at Monica, who groaned loudly and rolled her eyes back. "Jesus, that's incredible," she called out, almost crying. When it was half-way in, Tracy told Carol to stop and give Monica a minute to get used to it. Carol glanced over at Tracy at this point and saw the button and zipper on her shorts were undone and her hand was deep inside. Like Monica she had a flushed look on her face as her fingers moved around between her legs. With her other hand, she kept taking swigs from the bottle of wine. "Okay, move the dildo back and forth gently," commanded Tracy. Carol began and Monica's body began to move and shake. She couldn't believe that Monica was able to take in the entire dildo. Never before had she seen anything like this and she was absolutely mad with desire and lust as Monica became more and more aroused. "Oh my god, that is so intense!" Monica cried out. "Oh my god, oh, oh, god, I love it!" As Monica began heading towards another orgasm, Carol began to rub Monica's clit with her fingers, while holding the dildo with the other. Monica's body began to shudder once again and this time a stream of nectar, almost like urine, came forth from Monica's vagina as she shook. At the same time, the dildo moved back and forth on its own as Monica's ecstatic anal contractions suck the toy into her rectum and then push it out. On seeing Monica's second massive orgasm, Tracy groaned and collapsed back in her chair. Meanwhile, Carol remained kneeling in front of Monica. She felt her body shake from the excitement and intensity of bringing her best friend to such a height of passion. Monica slowly opened her eyes as the spasms of pleasure began to die down and saw Carol looking at her with such longing. She sat up — the dildo still protuding from her rear — and embraced her, pressing Carol against her oily breasts and kissing her softly. Carol didn't resist. "My god, Carol. That was fabulous," said Monica as she continued to hold her close. "Now it's your turn," she murmured and began to pull off Carol's shirt. Suddenly Carol felt Tracy's hands on her as well, and without resisting, let the two woman disrobe her. Monica pulled Carol back, so that she was nestled in arms, while Tracy knelt in front of Carol and pushed her legs apart. While Monica kissed and nuzzled Carol, stroking her breasts with her hands, Tracy began making love with her fingers and tongue. Any inhibition and reserve that Carol may have had, had long since disappeared as she succumbed to Tracy and Monica's artful lovemaking. Tracy's tongue was soon licking and teasing Carol's clit into bouts of excitement. Like Monica minutes before, her body began to shake and shudder from the pleasure. She moaned out repeatedly and when the approaching orgasm began to grip her, she reached forward and held Tracy's head in her hands, making sure her tongue stayed rooted on her inflamed clit. Carol looked up at the ceiling and the world seemed to spin. She had never felt such pleasure in all her life. She glanced back at Monica, still holding her in her arms and smiled. Then she saw Monica's eyes grow wide and she turned to see Tracy strapping on what appeared to be an enormous phallus. "Oh my god," exclaimed Carol. "Don't worry, babe. I won't hurt you," Tracy replied. "You're going to love every minute of it." And she did. Carol was beside herself from the full feeling as Tracy penetrated her with the massive strap-on dildo. She made love to Carol slowly, deliberately and patiently. The head of the dildo plunging in and out of Carol's moist vagina. Outside, the rain continued to pour down and in the woods around the house, all that could be heard was the heated cry of Carol's voice as the night's entertainment went on and on. The End Comments are always welcome. Please write to Chrissy at