A cabin on the lake

She actually held my hand when we walked down the street.

The snide comment about looking 22 actually gave her confidence. It didn’t look like we had a 20 year age gap, especially since I hadn’t shaved. We looked like another young couple vacationing in Maine.

The clothes she picked out aged me up. I looked more mature. Not a clueless 18 year old. It was a makeover. A makeover to hide what she was insecure about. I didn’t fight it. I embraced it.

When she bent over or squatted down, I couldn’t help but check out her red thong that would peek out. She giggled every time she caught me looking. She was freeing herself from the Corporate Amanda. She was loosening herself into Amandy.

While we ate, she talked me through her plan by asking me questions.

“So what do you want our future situation to look like?”

“Married, kids. Sex while you wear that ball cap.”

She tried to hide her smile, “Okay. So what is our current situation?”

“Umm we’re homeless, jobless, and hopelessly in love.”

“You’re hopelessly in love. I’m curious what this could be, and I’m willing to find out. But the homeless and jobless is accurate. What obstacles do we face to get to your future dream scenario?”

“Let’s see: I’m broke. I’m naïve. I’m sure I’m going to blow it. We have no place to stay to actually try and see if it works. You’re much more mature than me.”

“Mature, good way to put it. So which obstacle are we trying to fix now?”

“Uh I think you were getting us a place to stay.”

“I was,” she smiled. “What do you think we should try and test to see if that gets us to your future state?”

I thought, “Stay together for a while. See if we fuck like rabbits and have you fall hopelessly in love like I am with you.”

She countered, “Or we find out we don’t actually like each other. We just like sex with each other.” Before I could counter, she waved her hand, “How long do you think this test should last before we can check what we learned?”

I shrugged, “A week?”

Amanda nodded, “Perfect. We’ll reassess in a week. I rented a cabin on a lake. One bedroom. One bath. Little kitchen. No tv. Only a radio.”

“Sounds romantic,” I smiled. I loved her thinking about our future. I needed a planner in my life. The only plan I had ever come up with had one step: Get the fuck away from the cornfields.

We got groceries, bedsheets, journals, paperback books. We drove back into the woods. Through the winding roads. Windows down.

Top of the hill, Amanda put on John Denver. Engine roared. Shifted into sixth gear. Triple digits down the straight. Middle finger out the window as she blew past Camp Orgee.

It wasn’t a long drive before we pulled up to a tiny little cabin. Not even a bedroom. Or a bathroom. Just a big bed. A wood fired stove. Not even a sink. An outhouse. Water came from a pump outside.

I kept my mouth shut. I could see the anger on Amanda’s face. She was ripped off. I put my arm around her, turned her to the serene lake. The waves rippled. “That’s what you paid for. We’ll make it work. You know what they say, “If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.””

“Easy for you to say, you can piss outside. I’ll have to use that hellhole.”

“Let’s make it our home. It’s only a week.”

Put Amanda into action. That’s where she thrives. Clean, arrange, neat, discipline, ongoing improvement. The small cabin was set up, but sundown.

I had a fire going in the pit. A metal grate set up over it for the hamburgers she bought. She sat on my lap, put her arms around my shoulders. Her soft big tits were distractingly close to my face. “This place doesn’t even have electricity. I only have one flashlight to get to the outhouse. We don’t even have a lantern.”

“That’s okay. We’ll fuck in the dark.”

She laughed, “Obviously we’re fucking under the stars tonight. Together we’re going back into town. I’m making a list of supplies now that I know what we’re working with. Adapt and overcome.”

I squeezed her waist, “I love you.”

“I know,” she leaned her head against mine. We watch the fire crackle when the fat from the burger dripped. “You’ll change your mind once you get to know me. I’m boring.”

I thought about the comment her ex made. Work obsessed. Pillow princess. Dead fish. I hadn’t experienced boring sex with her. She slapped my ass while I fucked her. That definitely isn’t a dead fish.

“What did you do for fun when you were living out of a hotel?”

“Spreadsheets. Standard deviations. Bell curves,” she laughed. “I had no fun. It’s not like I went out. If I did, it was a drink with colleagues and we just talked about work.”

“No one night stands with a local you met at the bar. Danced you off your feet?”

She laughed, “Tons of men have tried to pick me up. No one was strong enough. I was anchored to work. And my boyfriend, then fiancé back in New York.”

“Why were you with him? He seemed like a jerk when I met him.”

“I was comfortable with him. It was routine. I thought I knew what to expect. Obviously I didn’t expect the cheating.”

We ate together. The last glow of sun fading. The fire crackling.

It really was only a couple months ago that he engagement had ended. Not I was telling her I loved her, wanted to marry her. I was young. Didn’t even cross my mind that she was grieving her relationship. That I was potentially a rebound. A grasp for connection after falling down a hole.

Amanda broke our silence, “Besides you, he was the only one I have had sex with. I’d fooled around with other guys in college, but he was the one who told my virginity. I clung to him. Told myself he was my one and only.”

I rubbed her back, “I’m going to hell because I had sex before marriage.”

“Tell me the truth: how many girls have you been with this summer? I need to know. I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m sorry. I know it’s me and I shouldn’t care, but it’s nagging at me.”

I gulped. Not audibly. Just to wetted my throat that had gone dry.

With all my courage I said, “Um 57. No 58 counting you.”

Her eyes widen. I could feel her try to leave my lap. I held on. “That’s so many!”

“I know.”

“You’ve only been at camp for eight weeks.”

“I know.”

“There aren’t even that many female counselors at camp.”

“I know.”

“Was there anyone you didn’t fool around with?”

“Yes.”

She shook in my lap. Her anxiety and worst fears confirmed. I really was a man-whore. Sex meant nothing to me. Everything to her. She was just another tally for me.

But that wasn’t true even if her mind jumped to that conclusion. Sex with her meant everything to me. It was making love.

She took deep breaths.

I said, “Say what you’re thinking get it out.”

“I’m just another trophy. The hot cougar. The untouchable one.”

“You’re my love. No one else connected emotionally with me at camp. They didn’t care about my background or feelings. They just cared about my body. Literally one part of my body. You cared about me. You worried about me. I care about you. I’m mad that jerk in New York broke your heart and trust so badly. But I also thank god that it led you to me. I’m serious about what I want our future state to be. Whatever it is, I want it to be with you.”

Tears came down her face, “But 57 girls. Seriously.”

“And I only want you. They were so mad when I cut them off. That week before our date drove them wild.”

“You really were celibate for that week?”

“I was.”

Her breathing slowed, “What if I’m just using you? Getting over my heartbreak by fucking an 18 year old stud with a horse cock?”

I had considered it. “Then I’ll enjoy the time we have together. The months of depression after you leave me will be worth it. But you’re not leaving me yet. We have a week to test this out.”

She wiped her tears, “One week…you’re going to learn a lot about me. First you’re going to learn how competitive I am. You’re going to forget about those 57 other girls because I’m going to blow them away.”

She stood up and handed me her hat. She lifted her tight shirt off over her head and tossed it to the ground. She took her hat back and put it back on, slipping her ponytail through the back. She turned around, sat her ass on my knees.

“Can you take my bra off? Oh and can you read the size. I forgot.”

“34D,” I said, unclasping her bra.

She laughed, “You didn’t even look at the tag.”

She toss her bra to the side. Turned around showing them off. Their fullness. Their perkiness. Her dark hard nipples. Straddled my lap. Rubbed her bare tits in my face. Watched me suck them. She ground herself on my hard cock. Held my head to her chest. Moaned my name.

I stopped sucking. Took control like I knew she liked.

“Take off your jeans and throw another log on the fire. I want to see your red thong again.”

She smiled and obeyed. Putting on a showed peeling off her jeans. She strutted to the woodpile, cheeks jiggling. Bent over for me. Walked back to the fire, tits jiggling. Tossed it in. Embers flew into the air lighting her perfect body.

Baseball hat and a little red thong. “Take off your pants. Show me that big cock.”

I obeyed. Held my dick up while she straddled my lap. She slipped her thong to the side. Mounted my cock and sat.

We both moaned into the night sky.

“You feel so good.”

“You feel so big.”

Her hands around my neck. We made out while she rode me. Her hips gyrating herself back and forth on my cock.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.”

She bit my ear, “Tell me I’m the best.”

“You’re the best. Smartest mind. Hottest body. Perkiest big tits. Juiciest booty. Tightest wet pussy. So fucking perfect.”

I broke our kissing to suck her tits. Sent her into an orgasm that echoed across the lake.

I moaned in her ear, “I’m about to come.”

I expected to blow into her sweet pussy again.

She jumped off my cock. Kneeled in front of me. Stroked my cock. Painted her face with my cum.

A cum covered brunette in a backward baseball cap. I had a new fetish.

She smiled up at me.

I looked down at her stunned, “You’re anything but boring.”

She kissed me. Smearing my own cum on my face. “C'mon let’s clean up.”

She grabbed a bottle of body wash and started down toward the lake. She slipped off her thong and cannon-balled into the lake. I stripped and followed her.

Skinny dipping on the first night. This shitty cabin might not be so bad.