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Cabin By M. Earl Smith

All in all, I couldn’t help but laugh. After all, you were turning out to be bolder that I had imagined.

You responded quite well to the reduction of my paranoia, as well as a decrease in attention. Perhaps a lot of that was my worrying about losing someone as amazing as you in my life, but either way, I was an old hand at this game, and I should have known better. The old adage was true: when you were relaxed, and spending most of the time having a good time as opposed to worrying about what the future would hold, things went a lot smoother than when I was whining about this or that. For the first time in a long time, we were both having fun.

It was of little surprise, then, when you texted me and asked me about having a drink. You bragged a few weeks ago about having moonshine at home, but I was skeptical as to if you had ever partaken. I, on the other hand, was familiar with drinking. It had bothered you, you said, so I was careful with the scenarios that I allowed alcohol to become a part of.

I was already at the cabin, sitting at the table, thinking, when you arrived. I smiled, and hugged you before putting my hand around your waist, to lead you in. Once inside, I placed an arm gently on either side of you and grinned, leaning in to kiss your neck. You moaned softly, letting this go on for a few minutes before placing a hand on my chest, slowly moving me back. I did as you wished. You smiled, and offered me one kiss before nodding at a brown bag on the table. “Did you rent this place for the night?”

I grinned, and nodded, handing you my keys. “Put these with yours. If we are drinking, nobody is driving.”

You laughed, as if you knew something that I didn’t know, and walked towards the table. Looking in the bag, you pulled out two bottles. One was a simple bottle of vodka, one of my favorites. The other, you noticed with a chuckle, was a bottle of chocolate liqueur.

“I guess I know which one is for who,” you said, removing two shot glasses from the bag.

I laughed, and removed my jacket and tie, tossing them over a chair. “Given your relative inexperience, I figured you should start light. After all, this is just a little fun. Speaking of which, let’s turn this into a game. We will each pour a shot, and one asks the other a question. If it’s true, the person who was asked has to drink, and if it’s false, the person who asked the question has to. Fair enough?”

You giggled, and sat down. “I have a feeling you’re not going to fare well, old man” you teased, filling each glass up to the brim with the chosen drinks. “I get to ask first. You kissed your first girl before you were sixteen, right?”

I smiled, and reached for the vodka. As I did, you put your hand over mine, a fierce look in your eye. “Merle, you’re not a mean drunk, are you?”

I tried hard to restrain my laughter. “Mean? No. I’m actually a silly drunk. I grew up in a family of mean drunks, and I went the other way with it. Why be angry when you’re giddy? Truth be told, I rarely get drunk at all.”

You smiled, and moved your hand. I picked the shot up and downed it, wincing as I did so. The vodka was smooth, but strong, and it sent a warm shock through my system as it went down. Shaking my head, I poured myself another shot and looked straight into your beautiful blue eyes.

“You’ve tried smoking at least once in your life” I said slowly, asking a question that I won’t mind hearing the answer to.

You giggled, and nodded towards my glass, pushing yours away slightly. I shook my head, a little surprised, but, of course, I believed you. With a grin, I raised the second shot in a mock toast and downed it. The second goes down much smoother than the first, and the sting of the alcohol brought a flush to my cheeks that is noticeable even with my beard. Wicked delight danced through your eyes as you refilled my glass.

“Your turn to ask” I said, trying to conceal my giddiness. I was far from drunk, but I felt the effects of the alcohol. The next question, however, sucks all humor out of the room.

“You fell harder for me than you did her, didn’t you?”

All I could do, for a long minute, was stare, so much that you started to reach for your glass, a bit of disappointment in your eyes. I cleared my throat and shook my head, reaching for my own glass, admitting to you that you had a greater hold on me than anyone else ever had. As I went to drink the shot, you reached across the table, pulling it away from me. As you set it on the table, you pushed my chair back from the table and straddled me.

I sighed, saying nothing. I wrapped my arms around your waist and started kissing your neck, hitting the spots behind your ear and along your jawline that made you quiver with anticipation. As I leaned in, you whispered the words in my ear that you knew drove me to the brink of madness with passion for you.

“Quit being a chicken and kiss me.”

The green light given, my lips locked with yours, holding the first kiss for a long time as our jaws worked in unison with one another. Soon, my tongue slid into your mouth, intertwining with yours as you softly pressed your body to mine. I ran my hands under your shirt, along your hips and sides first, before gently reaching up to unsnap your bra. Pulling it loose, I sat it aside and ran my hands along your breasts, feeling your nipples harden at my touch. You tensed a little, as if unsure what to do, before wrapping your arms around my neck, to continue kissing me.

I stood, cupping my hands on your ass I did. You emitted a little gasp of surprise, only to grin and kiss me with more force. It was so intense that I had to stop for a moment to catch my breath, and to reposition my hold on you. The kissing intensified with each step, your legs wrapped around me as you pushed your pussy against me, fabric on fabric. Finally, I made it to the bed, to gently lay you down.

Free from my grip, you slowly crawled to the top of the and looked at me, curled up, not sure what to expect next. I crawled up next you, face to face, and start kissing you again. You returned my kisses, as my hands run up your legs, softly rubbing your pussy through your jeans. You pressed yourself into my hand and kissed on. I slowly moved one of my hands up and unbuttoned your jeans. You froze, reaching your hand down to clasp over mine as you, in a rare moment, looked me in the eyes.

You stared at me for a long second before you slowly started to work your jeans off of your slender, curved hips. It was with a faint surprise that I noted that your panties came off at the same time, and as you slid them past your ankles, to carefully be set aside next to you, I gently started to slide the tips of my fingers up and down your thighs, allowing them to trace occasionally across your pussy, leaving you to wonder if it was intentional or not. This went on for a few minutes before I started to slowly trace circles around your pussy, rubbing along your lips and your clit softly. Another moan of pleasure escaped from you, and you bit your lip as you stared at me in anticipation.

My index finger focused on your clit, rubbing it softly in slow, circular motions as I tickled along your opening with the tips of my fingers on the opposite hand. By this point, your pussy started to grow wet, and it was plain to see that you enjoyed being teased in this way. My hand rubbed up and down on your clit, and, with a steady hand, I slid two fingers into your pussy. You moaned softly, and started to work your hips against the soft thrusts of my hand.

My hand never left you. In a swift motion, I positioned myself between your legs and, with a chuckle, my tongue moved in, to nibble at your thighs for a second before moving northward. In a matter of moments, my tongue replaced my fingers on your clit, and you quickly grew wetter as the tip of my tongue flicked softly against you. You growled in delight, and ran your fingers through my hair.

I took my time, my fingers working in and out of you slowly as I built you towards your climax. My tongue never ceased in its endeavors, and you soon started to softly buck your hips against my mouth and hand as anticipation built within you. You moaned louder, and I felt your thighs tighten around my head. Arching your neck and back, you let out a shriek of pure delight as you reached your climax, coming all over my face and hand, as well as the sheets below. I chuckled, even as my mouth was soaked with your juices, as I continued to lick and finger you for a few more moments, even as you ran both fingers through my hair and trembled under my touch.

I laughed as I finally pulled away. As I looked up, I saw a smile on your face, even as your skin trembled under the effects of what you just experienced. As I crawled into the bed next to you, I grinned, and took you into my arms.

“Worth it?” I said.

You nodded, saying nothing. After all, no words were needed.