“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I exclaim as we approach the run-down shack.
“This is not what it looked like in the brochure,” Yvonne says exhausted.
“Well, ladies, it’s too late to head back now. Let’s see what we got to work with,” Christine says as she pushes the wooden door open.
With a loud creak the door slowly opens. The cabin is small, and has a strong musty smell. The furniture is scarce, just a small table with chairs off to the left and a bunk bed on the right. Across the room is a rather large fireplace. I wonder if it works. I walk over to the bunk and touch it tentatively.
“Guys, this rotten wood is not going to hold up.”
“This will have to do, Dana. Come on, let’s go gather firewood before it gets too dark.”
Christine has always been a great leader, especially when things go pear-shaped, and I’m thankful for that. We leave our packs in the cabin as we head out to get some wood.
“Stay close girls, we don’t want to get separated way out here,” Christine orders.
“No shit,” I mumble.
Christine, Yvonne and I wander around picking up what we could, bringing armfuls back to the cabin one at a time. There was a small stream nearby and I hop across the rocks to grab a few nice sized logs. Once I have an armful I start walking across the rocks slowly. Suddenly, I lose my footing and slip off a rock and land into the ice cold water, soaking myself.
“Dana!” Christine yells. “Are you okay?”
Yvonne and Christine race towards me, dropping their loads as they run. Christine scoops down and picks me up, putting my arm over her shoulder.
“I’m fine, just wet.”
“We need to get you inside and in front of a fire, the temperature is dropping quickly and you’ll freeze,” Christine says, her voice full of worry.
“I’ll go start a fire now,” Yvonne says as she runs off towards the cabin.
“I’m fine, Christine. Stop worrying.”
“Be quiet. Come on, let’s get those clothes off you.”
“Hah, no way. I’ll freeze.”
“You’ll freeze faster in those clothes, you’re soaked.”
I give in as we close the cabin door behind us. Yvonne had got the fire going; it is still small but the sound of the crinkling fire is reassuring.
Christine walks over to the bunks. “Let’s get the mattresses off the bunk and lie them in front of the fire, we’ll have to sleep together tonight. It’s getting cold, fast.”
Christine and Yvonne lay the mattresses out in front of the growing fire, gathering as much blankets as they could find, which wasn’t much. I undress as I watch them, laying my wet clothes on a chair and position it next to the fire.
“I can’t believe we spent money on this,” Yvonne pouts.
“We’ll have to make the best of it for now, Yvonne,” Christine sighs. “We can make our way back in the morning.”
This was Christine’s idea. Yvonne and I wanted to go to Seattle and hit up Pike Place Market and some shops. I knew she was feeling guilty.
“It’s not your fault,” I tell Christine as I search through my pack for a change of clothes. Finding a pair of long johns I quickly dress in front of the fire.
We all sit down in front of the fire, and pull out some food we had packed. As we stare at the flames we talk about school and boys we’ve been seeing. Christine however, talks about her girlfriend, Natasha. We’ve known Christine was a lesbian since we were in junior high, and we have always supported her. Yvonne is bi, she and Christine even dated briefly in school, before they parted ways as friends. Natasha and Christine have been having issues since they found out the college’s they were accepted to were on two different sides of the country, they seem to be making it work.
“I’m so cold,” Yvonne chatters through her teeth.
I look wearily at Christine, “The fire isn’t helping much, what are we going to do?”
“Well, we’re going to have to strip down and huddle for warmth. Skin to skin is the best way to conserve body heat.”
Yvonne and I glance at each other as Christine stands up, already stripping. We shrug and quickly undress, the cold air stinging our naked flesh. We all dart underneath the blankets holding each other closely. A few moments pass, and I can already start to feel the warmth.
“It’s actually working,” I say surprised.
“Don’t you know by now, you should never doubt me?” Christine chuckles.
“I don’t want to make things weird, but don’t you all think our naked bodies pressed together, is hot?” Yvonne giggles; she is always so flirty with everyone.
I laugh as I nudge her. “Only you would make things weird.”
“I don’t know, I think it’s hot. I mean come on, we are three attractive naked woman pressed against each other in front of a fire,” Christine says quietly. “In fact, friction would make us warm much faster,” she whispers into my ear as she rubs my arms with her hands.
Sensing what is happening, I shift uncomfortably. Christine and Yvonne are both very open about their sexual orientation, both amazed and awed by the female form.
“You’re right, Christine,” Yvonne purrs.
I lay still as I watch Yvonne touch her perky breasts and slowly move her fingers over her taut nipples. Christine gasps and shifts onto her side, letting the blanket fall off her bare skin. I watch as Christine bends her knee, spreading her legs so she could gain access to the apex of her thighs.
“Um, guys… I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this,” I stammer.
“Dana, try and tell me this isn’t incredibly hot. We’re all naked and alone in this cabin, sitting in front of a fire. We are just making the best out of the situation,” Christine reasons.
“I don’t know,” I say as I look down at my hands.
I close my eyes and I can hear their wetness as their finger’s slide across their pussies, their moans of pleasure escaping their lips. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I can feel my own arousal seep out of me. I feel movement, and I open my eyes to see Christine lying on top of Yvonne, rubbing her tits with her own. Without thinking my hand finds its way to my now dripping wet pussy, exploring the pink folds of flesh. I watch as they move against each other with increasing need.
Christine glances over at me and grins as she moves down Yvonne’s body towards her pussy. I watch as she licks Yvonne, spreading her lips with her fingers. Her body moves in response, flexing her hips to meet Christine’s mouth. I bravely move closer and tentatively reach out to touch Yvonne’s swelling breast.
Yvonne smiles. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. Sit on my face; I’ll make you feel good.”
I withdraw my hand. “I don’t know about that.”
“It’s just us, Dana. Nobody will know. Let me warm you up,” Yvonne purrs.
I hesitate at first, but then I take a deep breath and lower myself onto her awaiting lips. I gasp as her tongue explores my pussy, letting my hands return to her perky mounds. I let my thumbs move over her erect nipples. They were right, this is fucking hot. We’ve abandoned the blanket now, the room filling with heated passion.
I feel Yvonne’s body tense underneath me, her tongue’s movements become frantic. I shudder as I look down at her body beginning to convulse. Her movements cause me to edge closer to my impending orgasm. I begin to grind my pussy against her face, dying for release.
We come together, both crying out in unison, “Fuck!”
As I come down from my high, I open my eyes to Christine’s face inching its way closer to mine. I open my mouth and welcome her tongue as my hands explore her tight body and she shivers in response. I find myself pushing her down and climbing on top of her without breaking our kiss. I mimic what I saw earlier and make my way down her body, kissing her skin as I go.
“Dana…” Christine whispers as her hands find their way into my long, auburn hair.
I stop at her pussy, not sure what to do now. Instinctively, I trail my tongue along the length of her slit, giving her what she wants. Immediately I feel a gush of fluid invading my mouth, and I feverishly lick it all up. I look up at her as she moves her hips frantically, can she be so close already? Yvonne lies next to Christine and pistons two fingers in and out of her pussy while watching me tongue fuck our friend.
“Come for me, Christine,” I rasp as I slip two fingers inside her.
“Oh God, Dana…”
“Come on my face, Christine. I want to taste you,” I say bravely.
With that, she lets go, releasing her juices out of her throbbing pussy. I lick it all up, savoring the tangy flavor. I crawl over her body and kiss her on the mouth before collapsing next to her, Yvonne slipping in on the other side of Christine. And here we lay, our bodies entwined in front of the fire.
The room is quite hot now, almost like a sauna. I laugh inwardly, knowing how cold it is outside and how cold it was in here a few moments ago. We lay like this until morning when light shines through cracks in the wall, waking us. The fire had burned out sometime during the night, but we hadn’t noticed since we had found our own way to keep warm.
“Let’s get packed up ladies, It’s time to head back in,” Christine says taking charge once more.
“I’ll get us something to eat,” Yvonne responds.
As we hike back to our awaiting car at the end of the trail, we chat about school and the classes we’re taking. Nobody mentions last night, and I wonder if anyone is thinking about it like I am. That was the best sexual experience I have ever had, all my other experiences were with men, and they couldn’t begin to compare. I wonder what that means, and how things will develop.
Christine’s phone rings as we approach the car, “Hi, Natasha. No, we’re heading back now, the cabin was a dump. Yea, it was freezing, but we managed to keep warm.”
Christine winks at us and I smile broadly.
