A Mysterious Arrival

"Sean, my boy! How you been, sport?" Jefferson Lockett boomed as Sean prepared himself for the bear-like hug he knew was coming. Jeff Lockett was indeed a bear-like man, with his height and stocky body. Having the beginnings of a beard growing that matched his brown hair and eyes helped further his grizzly-like appearance. Yet, for all his imposing size, Jeff Lockett was one of the kindest persons Sean had ever met. He truly was a gentle giant.

"I'm good, Mr. Lockett. How was the drive down?" the teenager managed to squeak out from the pressure of the hug. Thankfully his erection had gone down while he had been mentally freaking out moments earlier.

"Longer and slipperier than I expected, but well worth it to see all of you," he replied happily while breaking off his strong hug. "Real shame we couldn't catch up at the game, but it was so crowded, and afterward...well, you know. Still, we missed not having you visit last summer. You need to come up this year. Last chance before you and Jared go off to college."

"How is Jared?" Sean inquired about his old friend.

"Ask him yourself; he's right over there," the older man pointed behind him into the main room, surprising Sean.

"C'mon, Newt," Sean said after he had already started walking over. He noticed his old friend was in conversation with Whitney, Owen, and Ramsey in front of the fireplace; Whitney appeared to be showing a necklace to the others. Sean noted this was the first time today he had seen his crush with her jacket off. She had on a cute blouse, green with lace on the edges, that looked festive, and those tight jeans he already saw earlier, when she had been on all fours in the backseat. She must have fixed up her hair, Sean thought as he realized that complimenting her holiday blouse would work as an icebreaker, but he was snapped out of his musing by a voice.

"Hello, Sean. It's been a while," an older platinum blonde quietly noted. She was a short, skinny woman with medium-sized breasts. Her piercing gray eyes had often made Sean feel uneasy around her.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Lufflutz. How are--," he politely asked before she cut him off.

"It's Ms. Goose again. Well, at least it officially will be once the divorce goes through next month."

"Uh, sorry, Ms. Goose. I forgot that my mom had said you were divorcing. How are you doing with the divorce and all?" he finished asking this time. Kimberly Lufflutz-- or Kimberly Goose again soon-- had always come across to Sean as an uptight woman. While part of her mother's group of friends, the two women had not been close. Sean had heard his mother refer to her as a selfish, arrogant woman. Her soon to be ex-husband was a quiet, easily flustered man, who often came off as the bumbling, eccentric professor, which was his actual profession. That had made for an almost comedic odd couple.

"Much better now that I'm free again. Lawrence could be such a suffocating man. Now I can find a man more suited for my goals in life," she said in a cold tone.

While Sean hadn't spent much time with Lawrence Lufflutz over the years, he had always come across as a kind, caring man. Not wanting to stand here and listen to her badmouth her husband, plus Ramsey was so tantalizingly close, he abruptly ended the talk. "That's great for you, Ms. Goose. Now I have to go, as I want to say hi to Jared."

Not waiting for her answer, he hurried over to the other teenagers. The conversation broke off as Jared Lockett noticed Sean and stepped forward to give him a fist bump. "What are you doing here? I thought you had lined up that ski resort job over the holiday break?"

"Man, that's a whole long story, but it fell through at the last minute. Sucks, as most of my friends are going to be up there. Hey, at least on the bright side, I was able to come down for this," the eighteen-year-old teenager told him. Sean's old friend was built like a tank, or at least like the linebacker he was, with a large, muscular frame. Jared was a mix of both his parents. His size came from his father, although he was still smaller than the elder Lockett. His handsome looks he inherited from his gorgeous mother, as Jared had her dark hair and eyes. His skin was more light tan than his mother's olive color, but his mother's Cuban ancestry was apparent in his appearance.

"Where's Julianna?" Sean asked, inquiring about Jared's younger sister.

"Yeah, that's part of the long story. The little brat actually got a job at the resort."

"They hired Jules? Aren't there child labor laws or something?" Sean joked.

"Haha, I wish, but she just had her birthday a few weeks back. Sixteen now...Yeah, she is," Jared confirmed when Sean shot him a look of disbelief. "She's been insufferable around the house after we both got the news, pure gloating. Still, she was a little bummed out that I replaced her on the trip here. Heartbroken not to see her Seanie."

"Alright, let's not start with that. I feel weird enough whenever she starts up. I mean, she's like my little cousin," he groaned out about the crush Jared's sister has had on him for years. "Sorry about that job but it's great you could come. I was worried that I wouldn't have anyone to talk to. That's why I brought Newt with."

"Ugh, I know. Newt, can you ever shut up? It's impossible to get in a word with you around," he mockingly complained to Newt, who had taken a seat on one of the couches and was staring down at his phone.

"Hey, Jared. Maybe you can take care of Sean's need for company. He seems to have abandonment issues," he dryly said while giving him a middle finger, all the while never looking up from his phone.

"What the hell, Newt? Didn't I say to put that down?" an exasperated Sean spouted out.

"What? You said that about my tablet. This is my phone, and no, I'm not playing a game on it," he pointed out before turning towards the larger teenager. "Now that I think about it, can you take him back with you to Rattle Ridge? It would save me a lot of nagging."

"Maybe I should. I bet Jules would love the idea," he teased his friend.

Heavy footsteps caused Sean to look over to the stairwell; there, he saw a fortysomething-year-old man carrying a large, heavy-looking box up from the lower level. Popular with women of all ages, he was a dashingly handsome man, with his short, slightly curled dark blond hair, sharp blue eyes, and an excellent physique. Pausing at the top of the landing, Harvey Diamond looked over, made eye contact with his daughter, and gave her a lopsided grin and nod toward the stairs before he moved off into the kitchen. Curious, Sean turned to see if Whitney knew the grin was about, but she seemed confused too until her face showed a flash of surprise before morphing into a mischievous smirk.

"Miss Stratton, did my father catch you doing something untoward?" she asked sternly to her close friend, who had just finished climbing the stairs with her boyfriend following. Lacey's comportment practically screamed the answer with her flushed red face, auburn locks mussed up, and a worrying glance over to her parents. Austin's shit-eating grin confirmed any doubt to Whitney's question. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I am so disappointed in this unladylike behavior. What would your parents think? Maybe you need a good spanking...unless that's what you were caught doing."

"It's not what you think, Whit," the flustered girl protested. "H-he didn't really catch us, more like he showed up right after we finished. Oh, god! I'm so embarrassed," she finished as she finally noticed just how many of her friends and classmates were listening.

"Please, you know my dad has seen and done worse. What you should be sorry for is the example you're setting for the innocents here. Do you want young Ramsey to copy this wanton behavior? Newt here is probably scarred for life. And this one!" she cried out, grabbing Sean's arm with both of her hands in a protective manner. "Do you want to corrupt this fine young man? Do you?" Whitney mercilessly teased her friend until she couldn't keep a straight face any longer.

The teenagers she named all were dealing with their feelings about the matter. Ramsey was taken aback by any suggestion she would have sex with a house full of people just upstairs. Newt sat frozen at the thought of sex and the girls in front of him. Sean wondered if he hadn't already been corrupted based on his earlier thoughts of the older women, and during Whitney's teasing rant, he imagined it had been him and Ramsey sneaking in a quickie.

"Alright, knock it off, Whitney. You've had enough fun. Hi, Lace," Jared said, interrupting Whitney's laughter and moving forward to hug the petite redhead, who was now growing angry.

"Oh, it won't be so funny when it's your turn. Payback's a bitch, bitch," Lacey growled out. No comeback comment was coming from Whitney, as Owen gently pulled her aside to chastise her for her behavior to her close friend. Happy for a distraction, Lacey introduced Jared to Austin.

"Damn, man, you gotta play some sports the way you look. Football?" Austin asked, hopefully.

"Middle linebacker," the other teen proudly responded before Austin told him he played quarterback. "Yeah, I already knew that."

"You did? Hey...you know you do look kind of familiar. What school you from?" he asked, causing his girlfriend to speak up.

"Oh, honey, don't you remember I said I had a family friend on--"

"Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!" a voice roared into the cabin, startling most of the cabin inhabitants. A few even jumped at the boisterous cry, like Newt, who had shot up off the couch.

The voice belonged to a tall, lanky man with short, sandy brown hair, icy blue eyes, and a huge grin. Throwing his arms out in a joyful greeting after he noticed the teenagers in front of him, Fredrick Singer excitedly asked," Ah, it's the children! Who's ready for one hell of a week?"

"Uncle Freddy!" Whitney shot forward to hug her father's old friend happily. On the other hand, Sean and Lacey gave each other a more mixed look. "I thought you were bringing a frie-- oh," the blonde started to ask before the sound of heels on the wooden floor grabbed her attention.

Strutting down the hallway like a model on a catwalk--or at least that's the way the male teenagers would later remember it-- was a stunning young woman in her mid-twenties. Long brown hair with tastefully done blonde highlights framed a flawless face and light brown eyes. She had a dark tan that looked earned from countless hours in the sun. Of medium height, she had an hourglass figure featuring reasonably large breasts, a very slim waist, and a firm bubble butt. Noticing that Fredrick had ignored the rest of the youngsters and moved into the dining area, where he was in the middle of a firm hug with Harvey, she gave the teens a shy smile and a little wave with her fingers before moving to follow Fred.

"Ah, here she is! Harv, everyone, I want you to meet my girlfriend, Skye Willows," Fred proudly announced to the adults on the side of the cabin.

"Dude! He's dating a stripper!" Austin nearly shouted out, his right arm shooting out excitedly to his side and striking Newt in the chest, staggering the scrawny teen slightly.

"Austin, that's not a nice thing to assume," admonished Ramsey.

"Her name's Skye. Didn't you hear that? Only freaking strippers are named that. Skye Willows? C'mon, that's her stage na--what?" he stopped, noticing Lacey's glare.

"And how would you know so much about strippers, mister?" asked his girlfriend in a foreboding tone.

"Uh...well...you see Marcus...sort of took me, Max, and a couple of guys on the team to a club or...you know, it's not a big deal. Lots of guys my age go to see what it's like, right? Guys?" Austin stumbled under the intense, fiery glare as none of the other young men came to his defense.

"Hrmph, you are on thin ice right now, I swear!" Lacey angrily scolded her boyfriend.

Loud laughter from the kitchen/dining area eventually saved Austin and once again drew their attention to the stunning newcomer. Every single one of their thoughts focused on her, her sexy figure, and Austin's suggestion. For Austin, he was absolutely sure he was right. Fuck, I gotta find out where she dances at. Imagine the guys' faces when they see her on stage, and I tell them I fucking know her. Newt was flat-out stunned; Skye looked like she came right out of a comic book or video game. He could picture her as a sexy superhero or a warrior princess rescuing him from an evil villain. Owen felt increasingly uncomfortable. He wasn't an idiot. He had noticed Austin's strange expression in the car while he described Whitney but now wondered if he misinterpreted it. Then the mention of an orgy and fire at the cabin, Whitney's less demure attitude at the cabin so far, and now this...girlfriend for a man as old as his father.

Jared thought Skye looked similar, though far sexier, to the young college recruiter who had given him a campus tour when he visited. The same young recruiter who he had taken from behind on a dorm room bed in a passionate quickie. Sean also thought Skye looked similar to another girl he knew, one standing just several feet away. If you lightened her hair and tan, she has a body more closely to Ramsey's than anyone else here. Skye's curves are more pronounced, but she's what Ramsey could look like in the future. Sean imagined his crush standing in front of him with a lustful look on her face. She was swaying her hips to unheard music as her fingers slowly unbuttoned her green blouse, teasing Sean with glimpses of her virginal, white lace bra. Snapping out his stripper fantasy, he sheepishly looked over at Ramsey and noticed the girls' attentions were all on Skye.

Ramsey's mind was on stripping, but unlike Sean, she wasn't picturing herself dancing. What if Austin's right? What if she is a...stripper, her mind whispered the last word. Is she going to corrupt others in the cabin? Seduce them? Oh, gawd, what if she's a prostitute? Instead of fearing the cabin turning into a lurid playground for the possible stripper, Lacey felt incredibly sad looking at the sexy, young woman. She stressed the young part in her thoughts, wondering how Finley, Fred's son, must be taking his father dating another woman not much older than himself. Whitney found herself focusing on the young woman's attire rather than her assets. Not bad, not bad at all. That tight, red button-up sweater is pretty cute; the dark gray skirt might be just a tad bit too short for the occasion, but, damn, those black, knee-high boots are fucking fabulous. I so have to find out where she bought them. She's got style when it comes to clothes. Sexy, maybe a tad too much, but nowhere near slutty.

"Freddy, did you remember to run that errand for me?" asked the owner of the cabin.

"Sure, sure, of course. They are out in the trunk," the older Singer replied.

"Great," Harvey responded before raising his voice. "Everyone, I know today's been a long day with the driving, some longer than others, and unpacking, so I figured nobody was really going to be up for cooking. I asked Freddy to pick up a bunch of pizzas on the way here. And since I know Jeff loves--."

"No way! You got Luigi's?" he interrupted excitedly. After hearing it was indeed his favorite local Italian restaurant in Honey Hollow, he gave out a cheer and offered to help Fred carry them in. Walking over to grab his jacket, he continued praising his old friend, "You're awesome, Harv. I already told Gabby we were driving down, no matter what. Rattle Ridge doesn't have pizza that comes close to Luigi's."

"Rattle Ridge!" bellowed Austin snapping his head over to look at Jared. "You! You're that fucking linebacker that sacked me and helped cost us the game."

"Twice. I sacked you twice, and I did intercept your pass late in the third quarter. Still, I think our offense carving up your defense probably played the largest role in knocking you guys out of the playoffs," Jared shrugged, enjoying watching Austin fume.

"Son of a bitch! You think it's funny, huh? We were supposed to win state, everyone knew that, but you lucky fucks had to ruin my dream season. There were even a couple of college scouts there to watch me," Austin bitterly snapped out. The state playoff loss in November had been the bane of his thoughts ever since it had ruined the fairy tale ending to his high school career. It had been two decades since Honey Hollow had stood atop the state football world, and he had desperately wanted to be the one to bring back the glory.

"Honey, just calm down, okay," his girlfriend soothingly pleaded.

"Ugh! Whatever, I--fuck this," Austin said, throwing his hand up. He walked briskly to the sliding glass door and stomped onto the deck.

"Uh, um...damn, I'm sorry about that. He just was so cocky leading up to the game, giving those interviews already talking about the championship game and not our semi-final. I shouldn't have needled him like that," Jared apologized to everyone standing there but looking at Lacey.

"It's okay--no, it's actually fine. Austin needs to learn not to be such a sore loser. I spent the last two months listening to him blame the referees, the schedule, the coaches..., yet he never could admit you guys just outplayed us. Let him stew out there in the cold for a bit," she said, a little steamed still over his strip club visit revelation.

"Hey, how about we start getting ready to eat, everyone," interrupted Whitney in an attempt to brighten the mood back up.

"Uh, cool, but I'm going to use the bathroom first and wash up," announced Sean, heading over to the stairs leading downstairs.

"There's a bathroom right over there," she pointed over to the small bathroom about a dozen feet away from him.

"Well, uh...there's so many of us I'll just use the one downstairs," he stuttered out right before starting down.

Shit, like I'm going to use that one with everyone just outside the door. I can't remember the last time I was this horny; I've been either hard as a rock or close to it for a while. It won't take me long at all, but I'm going to need a little privacy to rub one out. If I don't, I just might explode in my pants at the dinner table.

Note: This second time through I would like to add some alternate branches. I wanted to do it with the old thread but the main story was fairly time-consuming. These branches might be a single chapter or a multi-part story arc. All will be focused on adding alternate sex scenes.

With that in mind, this seems like a good spot for an alternate scene. I know some readers had hoped that Sean got an extra hand in the old thread with his hard-on. I don't have anyone in particular in mind for this scene, so if people want to suggest in the comments who they want to see, I'll take that into consideration. This isn't a straight vote as I'll decide between the two people most suggested since I don't want these alternate scenes to come too close to what comes later in the story.