Chapter 3

As the fog of lust slowly cleared from my mind, the stark reality of the situation came into view. I was sitting naked with a teen girl of some unknown age, covered in cum after both of us masturbated in front of each other. I had cracked and given in to my carnal desires and I didn’t know what was going to happen next. Internally, I was completely panicking but externally, I could barely move. It felt like my whole body was weighed down with concrete and I couldn’t get off the couch.

“Mmmmm ... that was really good,” Allison said, her voice startling me slightly.

“Well, I’m glad, but I think we should get dressed now. I should clean myself up too,” I said, weakly standing up and stumbling to the bathroom.

“Really, do I have to? I like being naked with you,” she said cheerfully, warming her naked body in front of the fire.

“Yes, I think it would be a good idea. You probably should put on some underwear too. Everything is dry now,” I answered as I wiped the slowly drying cum off my body with some toilet paper. There was so much more of it than I’ve ever seen before, even back when I was a teenager. My wilting prick was stuffed back into my boxers before I returned to the couch to put on the rest of my clothing. Allison just sat there, watching me but not getting dressed.

“Is everything ok, Pete?

“Uh yeah, no, everything’s fine.” I slipped on my jeans and fastened them up before putting my shirt back on. I turned around to see Allison still naked and watching me intently. “Please, would you put something on?” I said, nearly pleading.

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked looking at me naked. Did I do something wrong?” Her eyes welled up before she slid the shirt over her head. I felt terrible and I didn’t know what to say. I sat down next to her and took her hand in mine and just held it until I knew what to say.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, but we shouldn’t have done that. Not together at least. I just don’t want to do anything to hurt you, and I want to avoid temptation,” I tried to explain delicately.

“You seem so nice, I don’t think you could ever hurt me, Pete. I don’t want to tempt you with something you don’t want to do. I just thought we were having some fun together, ya know?”

“We were, and I like you very much,” I said, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you, is all.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a hug, our faces inches from each other. I could smell the peppermint of her toothpaste. I could also smell the lingering scent of her excitement on her fingers. It toyed with my nostrils, its fresh yet musky aroma firing warnings straight to my brain.

“Thank you for caring for me. I’m sure most guys wouldn’t worry about anything but themselves, but I can take care of myself. Can I please just wear the shirt? I kind of like the feeling of being free.”

I gave in and said it was ok. I reasoned that we’d made it that far without something happening. Now that I had relieved some tension, I reckoned that I would be in better shape to resist my urges. It also was fun to get little peeks at the treats under the wrapping, so to speak. As for myself, I preferred to stay fully dressed.

We didn’t speak much for a little while, both staring into the fiery depths of the void as the rain continued to pelt down on the cabin. I felt like the fire would reach out to me and pull me straight down into the depths of hell for what I had done. Sure, we never actually touched each other but it was still an indecent act with a teen girl I’d met only yesterday.

I know I’ve hooked up with women I’d met at bars before for a quick one-night stand or two, but they were grown women my own age. They knew what they were getting themselves into when I’d ask them to come home with me. Allison though, seemed so innocent and pure. How could I take advantage of her while she was in such a desperate state?

I looked over at her and she turned and smiled a friendly smile at me. Despite everything, with all my introspection and navel gazing, I wanted her. That deep dark voice that I tried to keep buried down below kept yelling at me that she was right there with barely anything on. At a minimum, I could see her naked again if I just asked. No, no, no ... I needed to suppress those thoughts; I could already be in a lot of trouble.

“Are you getting hungry for lunch?” I asked out of nowhere, hoping food would take my mind off of things.

“Yeah, actually. I think I worked up an appetite. What are we having?” she asked, standing up and walking to the kitchen. I watched her go, her shapely little ass barely visible under the shirt from my lowered position.

“Well, we had a pretty heavy breakfast, how about some cold cut sandwiches and fresh fruit?”

“Sounds delicious,” she replied, as she grabbed a drink from the fridge. I got up and prepared a few sandwiches with sliced ham, pickles, and mayo, before cutting up some fruit into a small fruit salad. We returned to the couch to eat and keep warm.

“What do you do up here when you’re by yourself, Pete? I assume you don’t always find a girl on the side of the road to keep you company.” She then giggled before taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Normally it isn’t pouring rain, so I go fishing or hunting if the season is right. Sometimes I read, wander around the lake, or simply relax and enjoy the peace and quiet,” I said reflectively, knowing this was the happiest place I could be.

“And what do you do when you bring your girlfriends?” she asked. The twinkle in her eyes seemed like she expected a salacious answer, but I was about to disappoint her.

“I never bring girls here. I think you might be the first female to ever enter this cabin in the hundred plus years it has stood here.”

“No way! Really? Now I do feel special. Did you break a ‘no girls allowed’ rule when you picked me up?”

“No, there was never a rule, written or otherwise. It was always a guy’s space, and I’ve just kept it that way since it passed to my care,” I explained, happy that the awkwardness had passed a bit now. I decided to try again to find out more about my guest. “Did you have any places back home that were just for you? Maybe to keep a brother or sister away from your stuff?”

“No, we didn’t have a big house, so I had to share a room with my older brother. Sometimes he wouldn’t even leave when I wanted to change, and I had to try to cover myself as best as I could.”

“That doesn’t seem very nice. How old was he?” I asked, finally getting a few details into her previous life.

“A couple years older. He’d always tease be about my size. Callin’ me shorty and teasin’ me about my small titties but I knew he had a small weiner, so I teased him for that. I once watched him and his girlfriend doing it when they thought I wasn’t home. I just peeped through the open door. I’ve never told anyone about that before, but it really turned me on to watch him doin’ it. I wanted to touch myself real bad after that, but I couldn’t find any place to be alone.”

“I could imagine that would be difficult to deal with. What were your folks like?”

“Momma was strict, and Daddy worked the night shift at the factory to make ends meet. He’d usually come home smellin’ like booze a few times a week and momma would get angry. They’d fight and argue for a bit before makin’ up.”

She seemed to have a wild home life. It wasn’t surprising that she wanted to get the hell out of there. We chatted for quite a while, eventually moving away from the topic of family and her background. We’d actually been talking long enough that it was almost time to think about dinner. I decided to throw a couple of steaks on the grill with some baked potatoes cooked in the coals.

“How much food did you bring with you?” she asked, as I pulled out two large T-bone steaks.

“I don’t like going hungry, so I bring extra,” I replied. I seasoned the steaks with salt and pepper before tossing them over the fire.

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so well. I’m gonna be spoiled now.”

“I’m happy to spoil you then.”

She bent down to poke at the foil-wrapped potatoes to keep them in the right area. This gave me another nice view of her cute little ass and lady parts. My pants tightened again seeing her wiggling that thing around in my face before returning to the couch. I was getting hungry again but not for the steaks. I gave those a flip though, to put some nice char marks on them and to not over-cook each side. When the food finished, I grabbed a beer and plates and divided the food between us.

“Hey Pete, can I have a beer, too?” Allison asked, not content with a soda.

“I guess I don’t see a problem with that.” I went to the fridge and cracked open a cold one for her. I noticed my old radio on the back of a shelf and decided we could use some music. I turned it on to the local country station and turned off the lights for a nice effect.

“Very romantic,” Allison joked, as we ate our fireplace cooked and illuminated dinner. I watched her take her first sip of beer and cough. I chuckled, knowing beer takes a little getting used to, but she seemed to get a handle on it faster than I did. Pretty soon, we both were on our third of the night. The music helped smooth out the evening as we put our plates on the floor and just lay on the couch in a bit of a food coma. A song ended and the DJ’s voice ruined the atmosphere talking about politics, sports, and finally the weather.

“ ... the rain should finally break tomorrow morning, and a sunny afternoon. High will be in the mid-60s with an overnight low of 45,” the DJ said, before finally shutting up and returning to music, but the reality had dawned on both of us.

“Looks like I should be able to leave tomorrow,” Allison said, a little sadness in her voice.

“I mean, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I don’t mind if you stayed a while longer. You’re great company.”

“Thanks, Pete. You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met, but I should keep going before the weather gets bad again.”

I hung my head because I knew she was right. If she really wanted to get to California and L.A. at this time of year, she should get there sooner rather than later. I could feel the sense of sadness already, knowing she would be leaving so soon. We both sat in silence for a while, the music was a fitting country tune that fit the somber feeling in the room. As one song ended, the opening piano tune of a familiar song rang in my ear. I stood up and walked to Allison, extending my hand.

“Would you care to dance?” I asked, as The Dance by Garth Brooks played on the radio. It was a fitting sign that our time was coming to an end. Allison took my hand and stood up. The flannel became a very short dress for our melancholy tango.

Allison put her arms around my neck, as mine went around her tiny waist and rested on her lower back. We gently swayed to the music, the light of the fire casting our shadows on the walls of the cabin. She held me close, resting her head on my chest and I lowered my face into her brown hair. The melody of the song took on new meaning in this final night with this extraordinary girl. In such a short time, she’d managed to change my thoughts and feelings so much. I almost felt like my heart was breaking right there on the spot.

I couldn’t even hear the music anymore, just the sound of our hearts beating together right there on that spot. Her head parted from my chest; her eyes twinkled in the glow of the fire. She stood up on her tippy toes and kissed my cheek. I bent down and kissed hers, nuzzling her face slightly with my light beard growth. As I moved to kiss her other cheek, she turned suddenly, and our lips met.