Ashley and Heather

Ashley's feet pounded against the path as she raced back down the trail towards the cabin. The tiny blonde woman wasn't build for speed or stamina. Her body was made for flexibility and strength. These were the qualities that made her a good cheerleader. And yet, at the horror and dread of losing her boyfriend, of having actually orchestrated an opportunity for another woman to steal him away, she found hidden reserves she never even knew she had as she sprinted along the path to the cabin in record time.

Behind Heather struggled to keep up. On any normal day, Heather might have been faster in a one on one race. But today, with nothing motivating Heather to get back to the cabin, other than having to keep up with Ashley in case she took a wrong turn and fell into a ditch, Heather couldn't keep up. Heather was also weighed down by the awkward, bulky rucksack, which was fine for hiking but made for an inconvenient running partner.

The facts that the path so far had been quite straight and that the group hadn't trekked that deep into the woods worked in Ashley's favour. Within twenty minutes the young, little blonde found herself back in the cabin yard where their cars had been parked. She bounded up the steps towards the door, just as Heather came out of the treeline, huffing and heaving.

"Hey, Heather, can you hang back out here for a bit?" Ashley asked. It was bad enough that she'd set Zack up to have sex with his ex-girlfriend and hadn't expected it to go wrong, and that Chloe knew about it. Ashley did not want to add anyone else to list of people who would think she was an idiot.

"Oh, uh, sure, I'll just be here," Heather wheezed, staggering over to her car and leaning against the door. "Catching my breath."

"Thanks," Ashley said, turning back to the door and pausing. She wasn't sure what to expect on the otherside of this door. Would she find Zack and Lisa, naked and wrapped up in each other in a post orgasmic glow? Maybe they'd have only just begun. It was probably too much to hope for that they'd be sitting, completely clothed, just doing something normal, like watching TV.

Unable to take the anticipation anymore, Ashley flung open the door and rushed inside...to an empty living room. At least that ruled out finding the pair naked on the sofa but it also eliminated the possibility of them just watching a movie together.

A sound from down the hall alerted Ashley, setting her skin on edge. Had it been a voice? Or movement? Ashley tried to remember, but she couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was. It was just a noise, a noise that she followed, a noise that was joined by other noises like murmuring as she approached the master bedroom . Whatever they were doing, they were doing it on the bed that Ashley slept in.

Ashley reached for the door handle, hesitating once again as trepidation took over. Did she really want to know what was happening on the other side of this door? Did she really want to see how bad it had gotten, how stupid she'd been? Unfortunately for Ashley the answer to all of those questions was yes. She had to know.

And so, with a deep breath, she grasped the handle tightly, and pushed the door open.