Nestled deep within British Columbia’s rugged wilderness sat a small logging town called Revelstoke. Carved out by generations of loggers and their families, the community sprawled along the banks of the Columbia River as it wound through a valley surrounded by towering peaks. The aroma of pine and cedar permeated everything.
In this picturesque setting lived two eighteen-year-old girls who turned heads wherever they went: Alicia and Emily. With her cascade of blonde hair and blue eyes, Emily carried herself with an infectious energy that drew people in. Flirtatious and eager for male attention, she was also a single mom to six-month-old Dean.
Alicia offered a stark contrast yet was equally captivating. Her long, wavy brunette hair framed a face dominated by warm, chocolate-brown eyes that sparkled with intelligence and kindness. Where Emily was outgoing, Alicia possessed a quiet strength and genuine compassion that made people feel instantly at ease. Both girls stood five feet two inches tall with figures that would make any woman jealous. They lived active lives, hiking the mountain trails and running whenever they could find the time.
On this May long weekend, the town’s annual logger festival drew residents and tourists alike to the central park. The air buzzed with laughter and chainsaw demonstrations—a celebration of Revelstoke’s logging heritage. As Alicia and Emily wandered through the various booths and activities, one demonstration stopped them in their tracks.
A man stood before a massive cedar log, chainsaw in his powerful hands, carving what was beginning to take shape as a grizzly bear. But it wasn’t just the artistry that held them transfixed—it was the artist himself. Neither had seen this stranger before in their close-knit community, and both felt an immediate, undeniable attraction.
He stood about six feet tall, with broad shoulders that strained against his flannel shirt. His muscular arms moved with controlled precision as he guided the roaring chainsaw through the wood. His brown hair was tousled from his work, and when he glanced up, revealing piercing blue eyes, both girls felt their breath catch. He embodied everything their eighteen-year-old hearts had ever dreamed of: strong, handsome, radiating a rugged masculinity that seemed perfectly suited to this mountain setting.
Emily leaned close to Alicia, whispering, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone that handsome in real life.” Alicia could only nod, her usual composure shaken as she watched him work. Standing in the warm summer sun, surrounded by the sounds and smells of their beloved town, both friends felt something new stirring, an attraction that would soon alter the course of their young lives in ways they couldn’t yet imagine.
Tim took a long drink of his iced tea and wiped the sweat from his brow. That’s when he noticed two beautiful young women approaching his display. The grizzly bear sculpture stood proudly beside him, its wooden fur perfectly textured by the chainsaw’s teeth.
“Hi,” Emily said, her blonde hair catching the sunlight as she smiled. “I’m Emily, and this is Alicia. We just wanted to say your carving is incredible. You’re really talented.”
Alicia stepped forward, her brown eyes meeting Tim’s. “It really is amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it. The way you captured the bear’s expression is just… wow.”
Tim set down his glass and stood, extending his hand first to Emily, then to Alicia. His muscular arms and broad shoulders were even more impressive up close. “Thank you both. I appreciate it.”
“We couldn’t help but watch you work,” Emily continued, her blue eyes sparkling. “It’s fascinating, watching you turn a log into something so beautiful.”
“I’ve been working with chainsaws since I was a teenager,” Tim explained, his voice warm and friendly. “Started with my dad’s logging company, then launched my own about ten years ago.”
“Are you new to Revelstoke?” Alicia asked, tilting her head slightly.
“Relatively new,” Tim replied. “I moved here a few months ago when I got the contract with the local sawmill. I’m supplying them with logs for the next two years.”
“That’s wonderful,” Emily said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’ve lived here our whole lives. If you need to know anything about the area, we’d be happy to help.”
“I might take you up on that,” Tim said with a charming smile that made both women’s hearts skip a beat. “So what do you two do when you’re not admiring chainsaw art?”
“We both work at the local diner,” Alicia replied. “Been there since high school. Emily’s a server, and I work in the kitchen.”
“Speaking of which,” Alicia said, glancing at her watch, “we should probably get going. Our shift starts in an hour.”
“It was really nice meeting you, Tim,” she added, meaning it. “Maybe we’ll see you at the diner sometime?”
“I’d like that,” he replied, his gaze lingering a moment longer. “I’m always looking for a good place to eat.”
As the two girls walked away, Emily turned back once to wave, and Tim found himself already looking forward to their next meeting.
Once they were out of earshot, Emily grabbed Alicia’s arm, her blue eyes wide with excitement. “Wow, he’s gorgeous! I want him,” she whispered, practically breathless.
Alicia looked at Emily and managed a small smile but said nothing. A knot of conflicting emotions tightened in her chest. Emily was like this—she fell for someone new more often than some people changed their sheets. But Tim was undeniably gorgeous. When he’d shaken her hand and looked into her eyes, her heart had raced in a way it never had before.
“I wonder if he’ll really come to the restaurant,” Emily continued, practically bouncing. “I’d make sure to give him the best service he’s ever had.”
Alicia just nodded, her mind elsewhere. She couldn’t stop thinking about how Tim’s muscular arms had looked as he worked the chainsaw, how his soft voice had sent a shiver down her spine, and most troublingly, how her body had responded when their eyes met. She’d felt her nipples harden as they talked, something that had never happened to her before. Thank God for the vest she was wearing—it had hidden her body’s reaction. She suddenly understood what guys went through when they got aroused.
“You okay, Alicia?” Emily asked, noticing her friend’s sudden silence.
“Just thinking about work,” Alicia lied, forcing a brighter smile. “We should hurry, or we’ll be late.”
As they walked toward the diner, Alicia tried to push away the inappropriate thoughts about Tim. But the image of his piercing blue eyes and the memory of her racing heart stayed with her, a secret thrill she couldn’t shake.
Meanwhile, as the last festival attendees drifted toward the beer garden and barbecue area, Tim decided he wasn’t interested in the noisy crowd. His mind kept circling back to the two beautiful girls he’d met earlier.
After a quick shower at home, he dressed in clean jeans and a fitted black T-shirt that showed off his muscular build. Time to follow through on his curiosity about the diner where Emily and Alicia worked.
The bell above the door chimed softly as Tim stepped inside. The place was moderately busy—a few locals scattered throughout, enjoying their meals. Tim scanned the room and spotted Emily behind the counter, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was laughing with a customer while refilling their coffee. When she noticed him by the door, her eyes widened with surprise.
“Tim!” she called out, her voice warm and welcoming. “Didn’t expect to see you here so soon.”
Alicia emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate of food. She stopped when she saw him, her cheeks flushing as their eyes met.
“Decided to take you up on your offer, Alicia,” Tim said with a charming smile, walking toward the counter.
“I’m glad you did,” Alicia replied softly.
Emily leaned forward over the counter. “What can I get for you?”
“I’ll take whatever special you recommend,” Tim said, his gaze shifting between the two women. “And maybe a beer if you have it.”
“We’ve got local draft on tap.” Emily was already moving to grab a glass.
“Sounds perfect.” Tim settled onto a stool at the counter.
As Emily poured his beer, Alicia approached with a shy smile. “Welcome to the diner. How was the rest of the festival?”
“Good, but too crowded for my taste,” he admitted. “I prefer quieter places like this.”
Emily returned with his beer and set it down in front of him. “So what brings you to our humble establishment tonight? Just hungry?”
“Hungry and curious.” Tim took a sip. “Plus, I told you I might stop by.”
Alicia excused herself to deliver food to another table, but Tim noticed she kept glancing over at him as she worked. Emily lingered by the counter, and they fell into easy conversation while he waited for his food.
“So, tell me more about your logging company,” Emily said, leaning forward with her elbows on the counter. “How’d you get started?”
Tim shared stories about his early days working for his father, then building his own business from scratch. He spoke with confidence and passion about his work, and Emily hung on every word, occasionally touching his arm or laughing at his jokes.
When Alicia returned, she joined the conversation but kept a slight distance that Tim couldn’t help but notice. An undeniable chemistry hung in the air between them, mingling with the smell of grilled burgers and coffee.
After finishing his meal, Tim left a generous tip. “I should probably get going,” he said, standing up. “Early start tomorrow.”
“It was really nice seeing you again, Tim,” Emily said, her voice carrying a hint of disappointment.
“You too,” he replied, his gaze shifting from Emily to Alicia. “I’ll definitely be back.”
As he walked out the door, both women watched him go, their eyes meeting in a moment of silent understanding.
Tim stepped into the cool evening air, his mind still on the two women he’d just left. He slid into the driver’s seat of his truck and paused before turning the key.
“Those are two of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” he thought, a small smile playing on his lips. “Emily is something else—so friendly and bold. But Alicia…” He paused, feeling the pull of something deeper. “There’s something about her quietness that feels more sincere, more genuine. She’s sweeter.”
Meanwhile, back in the restaurant, Emily practically vibrated with excitement as she wiped down the counter. “I’ve gotta have that man,” she told Alicia in a low, determined voice. “Did you see how he looked at me? And his body—wow, have you ever seen anyone that perfect?”
Alicia forced a smile, though her heart felt heavy. “He seems really nice, Emily. And yes, he’s very handsome.”
“Just very handsome?” Emily laughed, tossing her rag aside. “Alicia, he’s like a dream come to life!”
Alicia didn’t respond, focusing instead on rearranging the salt and pepper shakers on the table in front of her. She couldn’t deny her attraction to Tim, but she wouldn’t pursue a man who seemed interested in her best friend. Besides, she had a boyfriend; she couldn’t act on her feelings anyway. She’d be Tim’s friend and keep what she was really feeling to herself.
Over the next couple of weeks, Emily made sure she was at the diner every time Tim came in, which turned out to be surprisingly often. She’d linger at his table, bringing extra refills and finding excuses to touch his arm or shoulder. Tim found her attention flattering and didn’t hesitate to return it.
Alicia watched it all from a distance, a quiet sadness settling over her each time she saw them together. She was happy for her friend, but couldn’t ignore the pang of jealousy that struck whenever she saw how easily Tim and Emily laughed and leaned toward each other.
Tim liked Emily’s vibrant personality and her easy laugh. But he loved Alicia’s quiet sincerity. Still, she didn’t seem interested in a relationship with him, so he decided to pursue Emily instead.
Within a month, Emily and Tim were inseparable. Their relationship moved quickly from casual dinners at the diner to weekend hikes in the mountains surrounding Revelstoke, where Tim taught Emily about the forests he knew so well.
Less than a month after their first meeting at the logging festival, Tim asked Emily to marry him. Shortly after, they were married in a small ceremony at the church in Revelstoke, with Alicia standing by her friend’s side as maid of honor.
In the weeks following their whirlwind romance and marriage, Alicia found herself in an increasingly difficult position. Working alongside Emily day after day, she couldn’t escape the deepening friendship with Tim, who often stopped by for lunch or dinner between managing his logging operations.
She discovered that beneath Tim’s rugged exterior was a remarkably caring and kind man. He remembered tiny details about people’s lives, treated the restaurant staff with genuine respect, and always asked about Alicia’s day with sincere interest. Sometimes he’d bring fresh wildflowers from the forest to leave at the counter for Emily and her.
The more Alicia got to know Tim, the more her heart ached with a secret she’d promised never to reveal. Emily had made her swear never to tell Tim, or anyone else, about her son’s father.
Alicia watched Tim speak excitedly about wanting children with Emily someday. She saw the way he looked at kids in the diner, his eyes softening with a tenderness that made her chest tighten. What would he say if he knew the truth?
“He’d be such an amazing father,” Alicia murmured to herself as she wiped down tables. The door chimed, and she looked up to see Tim walking in with the most beautiful bouquet she’d ever seen. He held something in his other hand too. She smiled at him. “Emily’s not here today.”
“I know. I came to see you, Alicia.”
She straightened, her eyes drawn back to the flowers. “Then why the beautiful bouquet?”
“They’re for you. Happy nineteenth birthday,” he said, holding them out to her.
Alicia’s mouth dropped open as she accepted the flowers. “Wow, they’re gorgeous. How did you know it was my birthday?”
“I saw the horse camp application you filled out a while ago. I wasn’t trying to snoop. It was just lying on the table when I was here one day.”
“That’s okay. I’m glad you saw it. I actually forgot it was my birthday today. You’re the first one to wish me happy birthday.”
“I brought you something else too,” he said, handing her a long, thin box with gold lettering on top that read “Rainer’s Jewellers.”
Alicia’s heart stopped as she took the box from Tim. Rainer’s was her favorite jewelry store. She always stopped in when she was in Calgary. Her hands trembled as she opened the box and gasped. Inside was the most beautiful diamond necklace, the very same one she’d been admiring in that store a couple of months earlier. She looked up at Tim and threw her arms around him. “I absolutely love it. But how did you know I wanted this? I never told anyone.”
“My sister owns that store. She recognized you from a picture I have of you and Emily on my fridge. I asked her what I should get you for your birthday, and she told me she’d seen you admiring that necklace.”
Tim took the necklace, and Alicia turned around so he could put it on her. Her heart raced as Tim gently brushed her hair aside to expose her neck and fastened the latch. She felt tingling where his hands touched her skin, felt his breath warm against her neck, his chest barely grazing her back. Her knees grew weak, and she was grateful when he finished, afraid she might collapse into his arms.
When Alicia turned to face him, he said, “A beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl.” He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.
“Thank you so much, Tim. Can I get you something to eat? Or a coffee?”
“A coffee would be great,” he said.
Alicia brought him a coffee and sat down. With no other customers in the restaurant—it was between lunch and dinner—they talked for a couple of hours, getting to know each other better.
After Tim left, Alicia finished her shift, unable to stop thinking about him. She touched her necklace, remembering his touch. “He must think of me as more than just a friend. Friends don’t work that hard to find the perfect gift. My boyfriend hasn’t even wished me happy birthday. I doubt he even knows it’s today. Tim saw it written on a piece of paper and remembered.”
The next morning was a Saturday. Tim sat in his favorite armchair, a glass of water in his hand. Emily was curled up on the sofa opposite him, tucking her feet beneath her as she launched into her story.
“You know, I was talking to Alicia today,” Emily began, her voice taking on that sympathetic tone she reserved for her best friend’s dramas. “I just feel so sorry for her.”
Tim nodded, his eyes fixed on the ice cubes swirling in his glass. He pretended to be mildly interested, but every muscle in his body tensed.
“It’s John,” Emily continued, oblivious to Tim’s sudden stillness. “He’s just… kind of a loser. He never wants to sleep with her. Hardly pays any attention to her at all.” Tim’s thumb stopped its circular motion on the glass.
Emily sighed dramatically, leaning forward. “Alicia told me that when they do, it’s like… nothing. It lasts maybe a minute, and then he rolls over and falls asleep. She’s left there, you know? Unsatisfied. She told me sometimes she has to take care of herself just to fall asleep.”
A wave of heat washed over Tim. It started in his chest and crept up his neck, burning his ears. He could feel himself getting hard. “She has to take care of herself.” The words echoed in his mind. He thought of the many nights he’d lain awake next to Emily, listening to her even breathing while his own body ached with frustration so sharp it felt like physical pain. He thought of the silent, shameful moments in the shower where he’d finally let himself release the tension.
“And that’s not even the worst part,” Emily lowered her voice conspiratorially, like she was sharing a delicious secret. “Alicia told me… he’s tiny. She is never satisfied when they do sleep together, which is rarely anyway.”
Tim’s heart wasn’t just pounding anymore, it was a frantic drumbeat. Emily’s talking about Alicia’s boyfriend. Her inadequate, inattentive boyfriend. And it’s the same problem I have with her.
A strange cocktail of emotions churned inside him. Sharp, bitter anger at the hypocrisy. At the obliviousness. Then his mind wandered to Alicia. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t stop. The thought of Alicia, beautiful, vibrant Alicia, lying awake and unsatisfied sparked something possessive and protective in him. Painful and intoxicating all at once.
He took a slow, deliberate sip of water, the liquid doing nothing to cool the fire inside. He looked at Emily, really looked at her, as she went on about Alicia’s tragedy. He saw a stranger. The source of his own quiet desperation. Emily, utterly unaware she was describing his life, his pain, right to his face, and he said nothing. Just nodded, his expression a carefully constructed mask of mild interest.
Then the doorbell chimed, and Alicia walked in. She moved with the grace of someone who belonged. “Hi guys, what’s happening?” Her smile lit up the room.
Tim, a man who understood the sacred ritual of girl talk, decided to make himself scarce. “I’m going for a swim,” he announced, rising from his chair. “You two catch up.” His Saturday routine: the hour-long swim in the indoor pool. He retreated to the main bedroom, the space he shared with Emily, slipped on his swimming shorts, and headed out.
In the living room, the mood shifted. Emily leaned toward Alicia, seeking solidarity. “You know, Alicia, Tim and I… we have troubles in the bedroom. He’s… too big. It hurts when we make love. He’s at least ten inches long and thick, and ever since I had Dean, it’s just painful. So we don’t make love very much.”
Alicia’s expression stayed carefully neutral, but her mind churned with disbelief and contempt. You call that a problem?she thought, the words screaming silently in her head. Tim is the nicest, sweetest, most caring guy in the world, and all you can complain about is that he’s too big? At least he wants to make love to you! John barely even touches me! A profound, aching envy twisted in her chest. I’d give anything to have your problems.
A glint caught Emily’s eye. She fixed her gaze on the diamond necklace resting at Alicia’s throat. “Oh, Alicia, where did you get that?” she asked, her tone casual but sharp.
Alicia’s heart leaped. She’d forgotten to take it off. She couldn’t say it was from Tim. “Oh,” she managed, her voice a little too bright, “I got it for my birthday yesterday.” Panic crept in. Emily would never believe her boyfriend had bought it. He could never afford anything this expensive.
Emily’s phone chimed. She glanced at it, her expression brightening. “Oh, Alicia, I gotta go.” She stood, already in motion. “Why don’t you stay? Swim with Tim for a bit. I’m sure he’d like the company.”
Alicia’s breath caught. “I’d love to,” she said, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. “But I don’t have a swimsuit.”
“No problem,” Emily called over her shoulder as she headed toward the pool. “There’s a bikini in my room. Haven’t worn it since the baby. It’s in my underwear drawer. Help yourself.”
Alicia nodded numbly and walked into the main bedroom, the sanctum of Tim and Emily’s life together. She opened the drawer, and Emily’s scent surrounded her—perfume and laundry detergent and something distinctly, intimately hers.
Emily, meanwhile, walked out to the pool. “Tim! I have to go. Mom’s having a crisis. I’ll be back in a few hours. Alicia’s staying. She’s gonna borrow that bikini I don’t wear anymore and join you in the pool.” She paused, meeting his eyes. “Hope you two enjoy yourselves. See you tonight.” She collected her son and left.
In the bedroom, Alicia rifled through the drawer, her fingers brushing against soft lace and cotton. The only thing resembling swimwear was a tiny scrap of pink fabric. She pulled it out and held it up—a collection of strings and three minuscule triangles. “Is this what she was talking about?” she muttered, disbelief flickering in her eyes. She sighed, resignation mixing with a strange, daring excitement bubbling inside her.
She undressed quickly, her movements efficient, and slipped into the bikini. The ties on her hips felt delicate, almost insignificant. When she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror, a gasp escaped her lips. The pink triangles barely covered her nipples, and the bottom was so small it offered only the faintest suggestion of modesty. She felt utterly exposed. But the thought of spending time with Tim, of being close to him, pulled at her like gravity. She grabbed a bath towel from the rack, wrapping it securely around herself before heading toward the pool room.
The air hung warm and humid, thick with chlorine. Tim floated on his back, eyes closed, until he heard the soft click of the patio door. He looked over. Alicia stood there, a small figure wrapped in a white towel.
“Come on in, the water’s nice,” Tim called out, his voice echoing slightly off the tiles.
“I’m embarrassed,” Alicia said quietly, clutching the towel tighter.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Tim said, his voice gentle and encouraging. “It’s just me here. The water’s really nice.”
Taking a deep breath, Alicia let the towel drop.
Tim’s mouth fell open. He choked on a bit of pool water, coughing as he righted himself. He had never seen that bikini before. Emily had never worn it, not since he’d met her.
He tried not to stare, he really did, but he couldn’t help it. The little pink triangles were so small they made a mockery of the word “covering.” She might as well have been standing there completely naked, adorned only with the faintest whisper of color.
Alicia stepped down the pool ladder, the water rippling around her as she glided toward him.
For the next hour, they were just two people having fun. They swam and splashed, their laughter echoing off the water and walls. The playfulness carried both innocent joy and crackling sexual tension. Every time her body brushed against his under the water, every time she surfaced with her hair slicked back and a broad smile on her face, Tim felt a jolt. His cock was rock-hard, a persistent, demanding ache that pushed insistently against the fabric of his swim trunks. He could feel the waistband pulled away from his stomach by its sheer size and rigidity. The stunning visual of her in that tiny bikini, the memory of what Emily had told him about Alicia’s sexual frustration, the sheer forbidden thrill of it all—it was driving him wild.
Finally, Alicia glanced at the clock on the wall. “Oh, Tim,” she said, her voice tinged with regret. “As much fun as this is, I should go. I start work in about an hour. Is it okay if I shower here and change? That way I won’t have to go home first. It’ll save me some time.”
“Of course,” Tim said, his voice a little hoarse. He watched as she climbed the ladder out of the pool. Water cascaded down her tanned, perfect body. The copper tone of her skin was flawless. The little pink string was buried so deep between the cheeks of her ass that it had vanished completely. He watched the shapely wiggle of her hips as she walked toward the bedroom.
She might as well be naked, he thought. That thing doesn’t cover anything. Before Emily got pregnant, she would’ve worn something like that without hesitation, she would’ve enjoyed all the gawking from the guys. But Alicia, sweet as she is, would never be caught dead wearing that little thing in public. The realization made his feelings toward Alicia grow fonder, while his feelings toward Emily grew more distant.
Tim climbed out of the pool and stood on the edge, peeling off his wet swim trunks. His manhood sprang free, still standing straight up and throbbing. He toweled himself dry, his mind replaying the image of Alicia climbing out of the pool, water glistening on her perfect skin. Without any clothes nearby, he’d have to walk into his bedroom—the very bedroom where Alicia was right now.
Meanwhile, in the shower, warm water cascaded over Alicia, enveloping her in steam. She tilted her head back, letting the spray wash over her face and body, chasing away the chill of the pool. Her mind began to wander, replaying snippets of the last hour, each one more potent than the last. Emily’s words echoed: “He’s too big… at least ten inches long and really thick… he wants to make love all the time.” Then came Tim’s face when she dropped her towel—not just lust, but awe, like a man glimpsing something sacred. It made her feel powerful, desirable in a way she’d never felt before. Her own boyfriend looked at her with familiar complacency; Tim had looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.
Her memory sharpened, focusing on the pool: him floating on the water, his chiseled body with that muscular chest and washboard abs. The first time she’d seen him without his shirt. Then, swimming toward him underwater, she’d glimpsed his massive size: the large, mushroom-shaped head and a couple of inches jutting out above the waistband of his swim shorts. Now she had a visual to match Emily’s description. He was huge, everything she’d craved while John fumbled through their lovemaking.
She remembered the “accidental” bumps in the water, the hard, thick length of him pressing against her thigh, her hip, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her fingers glided over her stomach, her thighs, as if they were his. She closed her eyes, picturing Tim’s strong hands on her skin, his intense gaze burning into her.
She had left the bathroom door unlocked, a subconscious surrender to the fantasy. She imagined Tim entering the bedroom, his footsteps soft on the carpet. Opening the bathroom door, steam billowing out as he stepped into the shower, his powerful body naked and ready, taking her right there against the slick tile, his cock, filling her completely.
A wave of guilt crashed over her, hot and sharp. “This is wrong,” she thought. “Tim is your best friend’s husband.” She knew Tim, sweet and caring as he was, would never betray Emily. And she could never do that to Emily, her closest friend. She wouldn’t cheat on her boyfriend either, no matter how unsatisfied she felt. But the line between fantasy and reality had blurred. The fantasy was a safe harbor, a place where she could have what she craved without consequence.
So she let herself drift back into it. Her fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, circling and pressing as she imagined Tim’s hands doing exactly what she was doing right now.
Meanwhile, Tim approached his bedroom. He took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping inside. The shower hissed steadily, and through it, he heard something else.
He crept closer, his bare feet silent on the carpet. The moaning was clearer now. It was Alicia. She wasn’t just showering, she was touching herself. The sounds she made were soft, needy, the sounds of a woman taking care of her own unsatisfied desire.
His cock, already painfully hard, strained even more. His hand, as if with a will of its own, reached out and rested on the cool metal of the bathroom door handle. He pushed down slightly, realizing it wasn’t locked. He could just walk right in.
He was so turned on, so utterly consumed by the moment that his body screamed to enter. But he controlled himself and slowly let the handle release back to its original position.
He stood there, his ear pressed to the door, his body frozen in agonized arousal. He listened to every soft whimper, every sigh of pleasure coming from Alicia. He closed his eyes, imagining her completely naked just a few feet away. He brought his hand down to touch himself, to relieve the unbearable pressure. Alicia’s moans increased, and then he heard her cry out, “Oh, Tim, take me, I’m yours. Oh, Tim, I’m cumming, cum with me, Tim.”
That was too much for Tim. He put his fingers on the underside of his cock. The moment his fingers made contact, it was over. A jolt of pure, electric pleasure shot through him. He didn’t even have to move. He exploded in a massive, shuddering orgasm, his climax so powerful it stole his breath.
He pressed the towel against his cock, feeling the hot spurts of his release soak into the fabric as he struggled to stay silent, his body trembling against the door that separated him from the woman who had just, without even knowing it, unraveled him completely.
The hiss of the shower died, replaced by water dripping onto tile. He dressed quickly and slipped out before Alicia emerged from the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Alicia stepped onto the bathmat, her body still humming with residual pleasure. She wrapped a towel around herself, the plush fabric soft against her sensitive skin, and padded into the main bedroom.
The air was cool and still. Alicia dropped the towel onto the bed and stood naked in the center of the room. Being naked here felt both transgressive and thrilling.
She and Emily had always shared clothes—that was normal. But this was different. She was naked in Tim’s bedroom, with Tim just outside in the living room. The thought that he could walk in at any moment, that she could be caught, sent a fresh wave of excitement through her, making her skin tingle.
She needed clean clothes for work, so she walked to Emily’s closet and pulled out a simple skirt and blouse. She didn’t bother with any of Emily’s bras. Emily’s breasts were smaller than hers. Instead, she reached into her purse for a couple of adhesive nipple pads. She’d started carrying them ever since she first met Tim. For some reason, her nipples would always grow hard around him, and even her best bra couldn’t hide them from poking through her blouse.
Then she sat down naked at Emily’s vanity, using her makeup and hairdryer. Each action was a quiet fantasy of belonging here. As she fixed her hair, her eyes kept darting to the bedroom door, her pulse quickening at every imagined footstep. The risk was intoxicating.
Finally dressed, she emerged from the bedroom, still buzzing with satisfaction. She glanced at the clock on the wall, and her eyes widened. “Oh no,” she gasped. It was later than she thought. She had to be at work in five minutes, and the restaurant was a twenty-minute walk away.
She rushed into the kitchen, where Tim was leaning against the counter, sipping a glass of water. “Tim,” she said, breathless, “could you give me a ride to work? I’m going to be late if I walk.”
He turned, and his face broke into that gorgeous smile, his blue eyes sparkling. “Of course. Emily just texted. She’s gonna be a couple more hours. She told me to go ahead and eat without her. I was thinking about making myself some supper, but since I’m taking you, I’ll just eat there instead.”
“Oh, absolutely,” she said, matching his smile. “If it’s not busy, I’ll eat with you.”
“Perfect. It’s settled then,” Tim said, his tone light and easy. The short drive to the restaurant was filled with comfortable conversation, the electric tension from earlier dissolved in the steam of her shower. As they pulled up to the quiet little diner and went inside, Alicia was relieved to see only a few tables occupied. “It’s dead in here,” she said, holding the door open for him.
They slid into a booth in the back corner, eating and talking as the hours slipped by unnoticed. The conversation flowed naturally, as if they’d been doing this for years. When it was time for Tim to leave, he gave her one last warm smile. Alicia watched him drive away, then turned back to the dining room with a smile of her own, finishing out the rest of her shift with the lingering warmth of their shared meal still on her mind.
Later that evening at home, Alicia found herself thinking about Emily’s struggles, and a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. She’d always harbored a secret admiration for Tim—his rugged good looks, his kind demeanor, the quiet confidence he carried. Tim was eleven years older than her, and her attraction to older men was something she’d never explored. It made being with John, who was her own age, seem increasingly like settling.
Hearing Emily describe her troubles with Tim only intensified Alicia’s attraction, transforming it into something more potent. The thought of his “massive size” fueled her fantasies. She imagined what it might feel like to be with a man like Tim, to experience the kind of intense pleasure he could provide. And the fact that he’d deliberately found out her birthday, taking the time to get her that perfect gift—it all fed the desire growing inside her.
Alicia’s mind wandered to scenarios of her and Tim together. But her fantasies went beyond the physical. She craved the emotional connection she’d witnessed between Tim and Emily, the way Tim gazed at his wife with such adoration, the gentle way he spoke to her. Alicia imagined what it would feel like to be the object of such desire from a man as handsome and caring as Tim.
These thoughts filled her with guilt. She would never betray Emily’s friendship, but she couldn’t control the fantasies that played out in her mind. Alicia found herself touching her own body, imagining Tim’s hands on her instead. She pictured his strong arms, his broad chest, and yes, his impressive manhood. The thought of being wanted so completely, of being with a man who desired her as intensely as she desired him—an older, more experienced man—intoxicated her.
Alicia knew these fantasies were dangerous, but they offered a temporary escape from the disappointment of her own life. She wondered if other women in similar situations had such thoughts, or if something was wrong with her for craving her best friend’s husband so intensely.
As she lay in the darkness, Alicia made a silent promise to herself to cherish Emily’s friendship above all else, and never let these fantasies cross into reality, no matter how tempting Tim might be.
Tim’s logging company had grown significantly since he’d started with just a chainsaw. Now his primary role was managing operations for a team of a few hundred people. His secondary responsibility was picking up new equipment and hauling older machinery to auction. On a warm summer day, just two days after his time in the pool with Alicia, he was on one of those longer trips.
He’d just unloaded equipment at an auction mart in Winnipeg, Manitoba, and was heading back home to British Columbia. Passing through Alberta on a long straight stretch of highway, he’d chosen a secondary route because it was quieter and far more relaxing.
He was fantasizing about Alicia again—Emily’s friend, forbidden fruit, someone to admire from a distance. Before last weekend, he’d been able to dismiss his thoughts, but that memory had changed everything. It was no longer just an idle image; it was a fantasy brought to life by Emily’s words.
Tim’s mind wove a scenario. In his fantasy, he opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, joining her. He pictured her body pressed against his, water streaming over them both. He imagined his hands exploring every inch of her flawless, firm body. He thought about how she would respond to him, not with the tired resignation he felt from Emily, but with hungry, desperate passion. In his mind, she clawed at his back, pulling him closer, gasping his name as she finally found the release she craved.
He would never betray Emily; he would never act on these feelings. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Meanwhile, Alicia stood beside her broken-down car on a deserted Alberta highway, the midday sun beating down on her shoulders. She kicked the tire in frustration, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. No cell service. No cars passing.
“Great, Alicia,” she muttered, running her fingers through her hair. “Now what am I supposed to do? I’m supposed to be back at work the day after tomorrow.”
She’d taken five days off to visit family in eastern Canada and was now driving home to Revelstoke, British Columbia. And here she was, stranded in the middle of nowhere.
That’s when she heard it—the deep rumble of a semi-truck approaching. Alicia’s heart skipped as she watched the massive vehicle pull over behind her. A tall figure emerged from the driver’s side, and her breath caught. Tim—the very man she’d been fantasizing about just before her car died.
“Alicia?” Tim called out as he approached. “What are you doing all the way out here?”
“Tim!” Relief flooded through her. “I was driving home from visiting my family when my car just died. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, and I have no cell service.”
Tim’s blue eyes sparkled as he grinned, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her. “Well, you’re in luck. I just unloaded in Winnipeg, and I’m heading back to Revelstoke empty. I can haul your car home for you.”
Alicia’s heart leapt. “Really? Oh my God, Tim, that would be incredible! Thank you so much!”
As Tim worked to secure her car onto his trailer, Alicia found herself watching the flex of his muscular arms, his tanned skin glistening with sweat in the afternoon sun. Her gaze drifted lower, catching a glimpse of a noticeable bulge straining against his jeans. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she wondered what had him so worked up. She had no idea he’d been fantasizing about her during the drive along the deserted highway.
After securing the car, Tim helped Alicia into the passenger seat of his truck. The cab was spacious and clean, with the faint scent of pine and something unmistakably masculine: Tim’s scent. As they drove west toward the mountains, conversation flowed easily, but an undercurrent of electricity hummed between them.
“You know,” Tim said, breaking the comfortable silence, “Emily mentioned that you and John weren’t… well, that you weren’t as intimate as you’d like to be.”
Alicia felt her cheeks flush. “Yeah, that’s true. I always wished we could’ve had what you and Emily have. You two have such a healthy appetite.”
Tim’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “Well, not exactly. Emily’s been… less interested lately. It’s been tough.”
Alicia’s pulse quickened. “Because of your… size?”
Tim glanced at her, his blue eyes dark with something she couldn’t quite name. “Yeah. Emily told you about that?”
“Yes, sorry. Emily and I are really close. We talk about everything.”
“What did you mean when you said you wished you could’ve had what Emily and I have?”
“Oh. John and I broke up a few days ago. I got tired of his lack of interest—no romance, no intimacy.”
“I’m so sorry, Alicia.” His voice was tender, genuine.
They talked a bit more, both trying to ignore the tension building between them. Up ahead, a resort sign came into view, one Tim had stopped at before.
“Are you getting hungry?” he asked. “There’s a beautiful place just up ahead with an amazing view and the best food you’ve ever tasted.”
“I’m starving! I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I’d love to stop and actually enjoy a relaxing meal. I haven’t really had the chance on this trip.”
Tim pulled his truck down a long, tree-lined driveway. They emerged into a large parking lot, and that’s when Alicia saw it—the most stunning view she’d ever laid eyes on.
As the rig rolled to a stop, Alicia sat speechless. Before her stretched a breathtaking panorama that seemed too perfect to be real. A vast emerald lake shimmered under the afternoon sun, its surface so clear she could see stones at the bottom near the shore. A pristine beach stretched invitingly along the water’s edge. Dense evergreen forests framed the lake on all sides, their deep green contrasting beautifully with the brilliant blue sky above.
The resort looked like it had grown naturally from the landscape itself, a collection of stunning log structures that belonged exactly where they stood. The restaurant’s massive timber beams and expansive windows embraced the view rather than blocking it. Smaller log cabins dotted the property, each positioned to offer guests their own private slice of paradise. An expansive wooden patio stretched along the water’s edge, its tables and chairs arranged to capture every angle of the spectacular scenery.
Her heart raced, but not just from the beauty before her. Being here with Tim, in this breathtaking setting, created a tension she couldn’t ignore.
Tim expertly maneuvered his massive rig into a parking spot. The engine’s rumble faded to a low hum before he shut it off completely. The gentle lapping of waves against the nearby shore filled the silence, accompanied by the distant call of a loon across the lake. He turned to Alicia, his blue eyes holding a warmth that made her breath catch.
“Let me help you down,” he said, his voice low and gentle. He climbed out of the driver’s seat, and Alicia watched his muscular frame move with effortless grace around the front of the truck. When he opened her door, she felt like a teenager on her first date, her heart fluttering wildly.
Tim’s hands were strong as they wrapped around her waist, lifting her down from the high cab with surprising ease. For a moment, their faces were inches apart. She could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, smell his masculine scent mingled with fresh pine. The moment lingered, neither of them pulling away.
Inside, the restaurant was cozy and inviting, with a massive stone fireplace and timber beams supporting the cathedral ceiling. “We’d like a table on the deck, if possible,” Tim told the hostess, who smiled knowingly before leading them outside.
The deck was even more spectacular than Alicia had imagined, offering an unobstructed view of the emerald lake and the mountains beyond. As they settled into their seats, Alicia gazed out at the water as the sun began to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. “This feels like a date,” she said softly.
Tim’s hand froze halfway to his mouth. “I was thinking the same thing,” he admitted.
“I know,” she said, turning back to face him. “We can’t break your marriage vows, and I can’t betray my best friend. But Tim, I haven’t felt this alive in years.”
“Me neither,” he confessed, his voice thick with emotion.
As they finished their meal, the sun sank low on the horizon, bathing the deck in golden light. They shared a dessert and lingered over coffee, neither wanting the moment to end.
Tim suggested renting cabins for the night. Alicia’s heart began to pound. Staying here, in this beautiful place, was tempting enough, but the thought of spending the night so close to Tim sent a thrill through her that she couldn’t quite suppress.
At the front desk, the clerk explained there was only one cabin available: the main resort home, a two-bedroom kept for the owners, who had recently retired and moved to Hawaii. It was available now.
Alicia’s breath caught. A private cabin with Tim? The thought both terrified and exhilarated her. When he turned to her with questioning eyes, asking if she was okay staying with him, she struggled to keep her voice steady as she agreed. Inside, she was already imagining what the night might hold, even as she told herself they would each keep to their own bedrooms.
As they gathered their overnight bags from the truck, Alicia’s mind raced. She was going to be alone with Tim, just for one night, in this beautiful, secluded place.
When they arrived at the cabin, Alicia gasped in delight. It was even more stunning than she’d imagined, perched right at the water’s edge with a spacious deck that seemed to float above the emerald lake. Inside, the space was warm and inviting, with massive log walls, a cozy stone fireplace, and floor-to-ceiling windows framing the spectacular view.
But the view from the deck truly took her breath away. Standing there with Tim, watching the last rays of sunlight dance across the water, Alicia felt a sense of peace she hadn’t experienced in years. The lake stretched out before them, its surface shifting from emerald to pink as the sky transformed into a canvas of oranges and purples. In the distance, mountains rose majestically against the horizon, their peaks bathed in golden light.
Alicia felt utterly overwhelmed by the beauty around her and the intensity of her feelings for the man beside her. She was acutely aware of Tim’s presence: his height, his strength, the way he looked at her with those piercing blue eyes. She imagined waking up to this view every morning, staying here with him forever. The for-sale sign in the lobby had caught her eye earlier, and she’d thought, I wish I could afford something like this.
As they stood in comfortable silence, watching the sunset paint the sky in brilliant colors, she thought, Being here with Tim, in this magical place, feels more like home than anywhere I’ve ever been.
Tim disappeared into the cabin and returned moments later with two elegant glasses and the complimentary bottle of wine. Alicia felt a jolt of electricity run through her. His casual question, “Want to join me for a glass of wine and watch the sunset?” made her pulse quicken.
She tried to keep her composure, nodding and murmuring, “I’d love to,” but inside, her heart was racing. This was exactly the kind of romantic gesture she’d always dreamed of. Tim knew instinctively what she wanted and needed.
As she watched him expertly uncork the wine, a wave of jealousy washed over her. How could Emily not appreciate what she had? A man who was not only successful and handsome but also thoughtful and romantic, who understood how to create moments like this. Alicia had heard Emily’s complaints about Tim, about his size and their bedroom problems, but standing here, she couldn’t understand how those issues could possibly outweigh everything else he offered.
They walked to the edge of the deck as the sun dropped below the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink. Alicia felt a mix of emotions so intense it nearly overwhelmed her. Excitement at being here with Tim in this beautiful place. Guilt, too, for enjoying this moment with her best friend’s husband, for feeling things she knew she shouldn’t feel.
Tim’s voice cut through the peaceful silence, low and serious. “Alicia,” he began, turning to face her fully, his blue eyes dark with emotion. “I don’t think we should tell Emily we’re staying here together. It would cause problems in our marriage. Can we keep this between us?”
She nodded slowly, unable to find her voice at first. When she finally spoke, the words came out as a whisper. “Yes, of course. Emily wouldn’t understand.”
They sat down on the porch swing together. In comfortable silence, they watched the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the mountains. A tear slipped down Alicia’s cheek. She knew Tim understood the mixture of joy and guilt, excitement and fear. And in that understanding, they found a connection beyond words, a bond that would forever change how they saw each other.
Then it happened: a jolt of pure electricity passed through her when Tim cupped her face and wiped away the tear with his thumb.
Alicia held his hand there for a moment, looking into his eyes. They were close to crossing a line they could never come back from.
Reality crashed back in. “I’ve been sleeping in my car since yesterday. I should probably shower before—” She caught herself, heat rising to her cheeks.
Gently lowering his hand, she stepped back. “I’m going to clean up, wash some of this road grime off me.”
“Yeah, good idea. Me too.” Each bedroom had its own bathroom.
Tim finished first and dressed in clean jeans and a white T-shirt. He sat on the sofa, the TV a soft sound in the background, when Alicia emerged from her bedroom. He looked over and his breath caught. She was clean and radiant, her hair blow-dried and wavy, catching the lamplight. She looked like an angel.
What shocked and amazed Tim most was that she wore only a beautiful little pink nightie so thin it was almost see-through. It barely reached below her hips, revealing how flawless her body was. Tim had to look away to keep from staring. Alicia came over and sat beside him.
Tim sat in silence for a moment, pretending to watch TV. Then he turned to her. “Alicia, I really shouldn’t say this, but I just can’t hold it in. You look gorgeous tonight, just like an angel.”
Alicia’s pulse quickened, growing wet with excitement. “I don’t know how to say this either, Tim, but… I’ve been thinking about you. Ever since Emily told me about… you know.”
Tim’s breath hitched. “Really? Because I’ve been thinking about you too, Alicia. A lot.”
Alicia’s hand trembled as she reached over to touch Tim’s thigh. “I even… wrote stories about us in my diary.”
“That’s dangerous! What if your boyfriend found it?”
“Don’t worry, I keep my diary on my tablet. It’s locked and hidden where no one but me can ever find it. Besides, I broke up with him the day after my birthday. I realized I deserved more than he was ever going to give me. You’re not even my boyfriend, and you remembered my birthday and got me a perfect gift. He didn’t even remember.”
Tim groaned softly. “I wrote one too. It’s on my tablet, right there on the coffee table. I can only drive thirteen hours a day because of my logbook, so when I park for the night, I have time. I write down my thoughts.”
“Can I read what you wrote, please, Tim? I really want to hear your thoughts put into words.”
“Sure, but only if I get to see what you wrote in your diary.”
“Okay,” she said, reaching into her suitcase for her tablet.
They exchanged tablets and shared the passwords to their secret files, completely trusting each other with what no one else had ever seen or even known about.
Alicia’s fingers trembled as she opened the document. As she read Tim’s explicit fantasy about the two of them together, heat pooled between her thighs. Her cheeks flushed when she reached the part where Tim described listening to her in the shower. God, Tim heard me calling his name while I came, and he was right outside the door, naked, cumming at the same time.
Tim finished reading her diary first, his cock straining visibly against his jeans.
Alicia could feel his eyes on her as she read. When she finished, she set the tablet down with trembling hands and noticed the thick outline under his jeans pressing against his thigh. Emily was so right when she said he’s huge. Meeting his deep blue eyes, she said, “That was so hot. I had no idea you were listening just outside the door. When you checked if it was locked, I left it unlocked on purpose. I was fantasizing about you walking in and joining me in the shower.”
Tim’s voice came out rough. “I meant every word I wrote. I came so close to opening that door.”
Alicia’s pulse quickened. This was the moment she’d been dreaming about. She held his gaze, those blue eyes dark with hunger.
“I wish you’d opened the door and come in. I would’ve given myself to you completely. I’m so wet right now just thinking about it,” she whispered.
“God, I want to taste you so badly. I’ve thought about it every day since Emily told me about you and John.”
“I want you to taste me too,” she said, as she parted her legs slightly. Then she slipped her right hand beneath her nightie, no panties underneath, and dipped her middle finger into her dripping wet pussy. Leaning closer to Tim, she brought her glistening, wet finger to his lips.
Tim grabbed her hand with both of his, pulling her finger into his mouth and sucking greedily. His eyes fell shut as he groaned, his tongue working to capture every drop.
We’re not technically cheating yet, Alicia thought. But if this goes on a moment longer, I’m going to cave, and it’ll be all over. Once we start, there will be no turning back.
(If you want to know what happens next, you will have to wait until part two comes out)
