Reminiscing

Okay, so a much shorter chapter this time around. I opted to add a scene that I regretted not having in the At the Cabin version. The old lake party flashback will be up soon as a short story, to be followed by the Halloween party. I spent the last few days working up Bridget's history during that time period.

"Aaaahhhhhhh...yeeeesssssss!" moaned the naked mother of two. Bridget's skin had taken on a pink hue in many spots as she soaked in the hot bathwater, along with the flush of heat her body felt from desire. Arching her back, water splashed around the edges of the tub, spilling to the floor as her finger flicked her clit. Trying to focus on her fantasies, Bridget couldn't help but be thankful for how large the bathtubs were in Harvey's cabin.

The momentary break in her fantasy brought to mind how she ended up desperately pawing at her body for a badly needed release. While JoJo's delectable figure and talk of Jared's big cock could be viewed as the spark, Bridget had fully meant to only soak in water to soothe her sore body. After the scare of almost losing Sean to the icy lake and sleeping in the hospital chair, she felt exhausted and grimy.

While filling the tub, Bridget had disrobed in front of the mirror. After checking out JoJo's tight, teenage body, the forty-year-old examined the condition of her own. Flawless, healthy skin and firm breasts stared back from her reflection. Running her hands over until she cupped those two glorious globes, she nodded with admitted vanity. Yep, your tits still look fabulous. Even as a successful doctor, Bridget still felt the self-worth she'd felt when her breasts had developed during puberty. Unlike many women, they continued to be a source of pride as they hardly sagged. I should thank Mom for her good genes, but watching my diet and the endless exercise undoubtedly helped.

Preening and admiring herself in the mirror, Bridget twirled to peek at her curvy ass. Grabbing handfuls of her shapely cheeks, she felt alright about its condition. Letting go, she slapped those cheeks hard and watched the effect. Not as toned and tight as I had back in my glory days, but not bad at all. They got that mature MILF vibe that young men seem to drool over these days. And considering the attention I get out shopping or walking down a hospital hallway, I can still easily turn heads.

Noticing the water getting high in the tub, Bridget sighed with disappointment over how little her beautiful body experienced sex these days. I'm in my prime years; I should be getting a workout between the sheets, not jogging extra hours on a Sunday. Thoughts over her lack of sex brought up other issues with her husband. I've practically worn myself out over the years between my patients, the kids and scratching out time to have a social life with my friends. What's wrong with wanting my husband to fuck my brains out? Once a damn week wouldn't be enough, but at least it would be something!

Slipping into the nearly scalding water, Bridget let out a deep sigh of relief at the pleasant feeling. Concerns over Sean, Leonard, their strained father-son relationship, and several patients slowly slipped away. This trip to the cabin had been intended to be a relaxing, fun time with her old friends while honoring Cassie. Instead, it exacerbated issues in her marriage and nearly cost her Sean's life. I need to let my hair down and have fun tomorrow. Leo better step up after the charity ball. I'm a loyal wife, but even I have limits. I get plenty of offers. Hell, even Lana offered me a chance at some questionable fun.

"Leave it to Lana to make such an offer," Bridget muttered to herself. Then with a laugh, she had another thought. "That would've so been me making that offer over twenty years ago."

And I would've had an even more devious role for one of my friend's moms back then. I mean, there was that one time...

"Gawd, don't think about those days," the respected doctor told herself. Shaking her head at how much trouble she'd gotten into at times with her friends, Bridget took a moment to be thankful that Rachel had gotten the daughter as she'd been like. Luckily, my kids turned out to be well-behaved. Mom and Beverly's comments about me getting payback through my own kids never came true.

Unconsciously, she'd dropped the loofah she'd been using to wash away the soap from her body. Instead, her hands began to slide up and down her toned legs, sculpted at the gym located near the hospital. It would feel so nice to have a pair of strong hands massaging my aches away. Lightly dancing her finger over her flat stomach, she added another thought. Young hands. Bold hands. Hands not afraid to wander where they shouldn't.

Glancing down, Bridget's noticed with surprise that she'd cupped her large breasts, squeezing them, then tugging at her hard nubs. Caressing the D-cups, she again felt pride at how firm they still were at her age. I can hold my own against girls the age of my children. No doubt about that. All thanks to those grueling mornings spent at the gym. Too bad Leo doesn't appreciate the work I put in to look this good still. I bet if I wore my bikini down to the hot tub, the boys would notice. Dammit, Bee, don't think like that! Those are the sons of three of your best friends. It wouldn't be right for them to touch you--well, it would be a massage...but hands do wander. Three young college men in a hot tub. Now when have I seen that before? Bridget smirked as her right hand slid past her lower lips, and her mind began to drift back to a time in the past. A very naughty time.

"Oh, hell no. Don't think about Shelly's party. Be good and think about taking care of patients," Bridget order herself. Breaking off from the scandalous memory, the respected doctor attempted to **** pure thoughts into her head.

Unfortunately, once the old Bridget slipped out of the locked section of her brain, it couldn't be **** back in so quickly. Hence, the blonde's mind turned to past times taking care of handsome young men. Drifting back in time, Bridget's eyes closed as a sinister smirk formed.

Memories scrolled past as if on rewind. Long periods of Good Bridget coupled with runs of Bad Bridget. There was the time she lost her virginity with Charlie in a hotel room after the Snowflake Ball. I was so innocent back then. And Charlie was a wonderful first love. Then came the heartbreak of Charlie moving away at the end of sophomore year. And the string of bad dates and casual sex until...Coy.

McCoy Quarry. My second true boyfriend. Good times, bad ones, and a lot of regrets.

After McCoy came a flurry of wild times. The Valentine's Day singles party. The cheer squad's reward system for the basketball team. The Sugarbees upping the ante with their counter rewards. The state championship hotel party celebration. Okay, maybe that could be classified as an orgy. Bridget giggled, remembering the scenes around the hotel suite.

Losing her final virginity on prom night to Mr. Kellogg. Shit, I was a naughty student before it became trendy. That memory and forerunner status brought both a chuckle and shiver of excitement from the now respectable doctor. Oh, boy, and then there was that sinful summer before college. A MILF and a DILF? I guess it's a good thing I knocked down a sort of bucket list before I got knocked up.

College? Oh, yeah! Bridget moaned at those first few months before that fateful pregnancy test.

"Okay, it's your turn, Whitney," Sage Pierce smiled at her family friend. "Best of luck."

It was a hot, humid July night in Muskie Harbor, the home of Breakwater University. Visiting her old family friend, Whitney had practically **** Sage to find them a party to attend. But with it being summer, the pickings had been slim with such few students staying around for summer classes. Fortunately, a few former classmates from Honey Hollow were still in town, leading the gorgeous duo, along with a couple of Sage's friends, to a fraternity house.

The soon-to-be high school senior grinned confidently as she rose off the floor. The blonde could feel the jealously radiating around the room. The college coeds had a reason to feel that way as the Beta Gamma Omega fraternity members watched the teenage visitor hungrily. To some, Whitney Diamond was nothing but another hot high school girl that would be easy pickings. Those from her hometown knew better. And Sage made sure that nobody slipped extra help into one of the cheerleader's drinks.

Seeking to turn up the heat in the room, Whitney bent over at the waist, allowing her short sundress to flash the bottom of her toned ass. The sound of air being sucked in rang from the guys seated behind her. One female voice hissed in anger before the guy she casually dated winced in pain.

Reaching down to the small box, Whitney pulled out the small slip of paper. Straightening back up and with all eyes on her, the blonde added a stretch that arched her bountiful chest out before checking the slip of paper. With a quick scan, she read it out loud.

"Spin the bottle to choose your partner for Seven Minutes in Heaven."

"Oooh!"

"Pick me, little girl. I'll show you what grown men can do," one particularly creepy fraternity member vowed.

Two of Sage's friends glanced over at her with worry written all over their faces. All the wise girls on campus knew to avoid the guy nicknamed Longus. Yet, for some reason, Sage didn't say a word of warning to the high school girl. They didn't know that Sage knew she didn't need to.

"I doubt that...was it Worm? Or it was it Tiny Dick?" That brought quite a reaction from the circle of partygoers that surrounded Whitney. Fully expecting a brash comeback, the newly minted cheerleader captain silenced Longus with a hand motion. "Besides, who said the bottle will land on a guy. I'm an equal opportunity kind of gal, and I see more attractive girls than guys here."

Laughter and a few shocked female faces filled the room after the remark. Wasting little time, Whitney performed her bent-over tease again, this time flashing her ass cheeks to a different side of the circle.

When the bottle slowed to a stop, it landed on a slightly familiar face in Lyle Bagby. A former graduate of Honey Hollow High, Whitney thought he was cute but knew he could be a little too talkative. Presenting her hand, she instructed her partner to escort her to the nearest closet.

While Sage set her phone's timer, one of her friends walked over to pick from the small slip-filled box.

"Holy crap! I mean, I never thought we'd ever--"

"Hush!" Whitney commanded, walking into the closet. Then turning around, she found the door slam shut. "Huh? You're supposed to do that from in here, Lyle."

No response came as Whitney began to wonder what the hell was going on. A strange feeling of déjá vu washed over the teen. However, it didn't feel right.

"Wait...this isn't how it happened," she muttered before gasping. The slivers of light from around the door edges had vanished, leaving the closet pitch black.

"Hey, let me out, Bagby, or else!" Whitney threatened.

Suddenly, the temperature in the closet dropped.

And continued to drop.

Shivering, Whiney pounded on the door. However, rather than rattling, the door now felt like a solid wall. Then, the teen's feet felt wet.

"What the hell?"

Whitney's knees now felt wet, causing her to realize that the water had risen further.

Icy cold water was filling the closet.

"Let me fucking out!" the teen screamed, pounding the wall as the wetness reached her waist.

Turning around, Whitney began slamming all the sides of the closet, searching for any escape.

The rising water proved relentless as it reached her chest.

"Help! Anyone, help me, please!"

The water reached her neck.

"Can anyone hear me! Owen, I need--" The water reaching her mouth cut off the cry. Then, leaping into the air, she managed to scream at the top of her lungs, "Sean, help me!"

Cold darkness filled Whitney's mind as she sobbed internally before leaping again for the badly needed air that wasn't there. Her body spasmed in all directions as she lost strength.

Suddenly, a bright light surrounded the sobbing teen. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her.

"Shhh, it's okay, pumpkin. You're safe. It was just a nightmare," Harvey reassured his daughter. Holding her to his chest, he sought to soothe her. "It's okay, your safe."

"Daddy?" Whitney questioned with tears streaming down her face. "Where's Sean? I need, Sean!"

"Aaaahhhhhhh...fuuuck meee!" the naked mother screamed. The now cold bathwater sloshed around the top of the tub. It fell onto the floor of the second room bathroom of Diamond Cabin. Her left hand mauled her breasts, groping and squeezing them madly. The wanton MILF's other hand held the top end of a brush, while the handle worked as a makeshift dildo, plunging in and out of her steaming, soaking pussy.

Even though her mind felt consumed with lust from the past memories, she still had enough awareness to be thankful for the spare brush she'd found in the bathroom drawer. N-Need to thank Wh-Whitney properly.

Panting loudly, she hoped that no one had entered her temporary bedroom. If they had, they'd have no doubt whatsoever about the examination the respected doctor currently performed on herself. Unless they have a big, fat cock ready to fuck me.

Biting her lips, Bridget imagined all the cocks currently in the cabin. The sons of her friends. The husbands of her friends. Harvey's piece of art.

Need a cock, need a cock, Bridget chanted in her head as an only partially fulfilling explosion started to erupt.

"Fuuuccckkkk!" the animated mother yelled as the orgasm hit, her back arching out of the bathwater. When it ended, far too quickly, she fell back into the tub, splashing even more water out to the floor.

"Me," she softly finished the end of her shout.

Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, Bridget sought to hold back the tears that desperately wanted to flow as the unfulfilled feeling came racing back.

"My love life sucks," she muttered under her breath.

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