The Cabin by the Lake

It took about a month before Jake was really fit, but after three weeks he began to have constant erections as I carefully cleaned his wound, and for what I considered being a small man, compared to Abe, his erections were huge. My internal fire was burning to be satisfied by this handsome man.

I just had to get some sexual relief myself because I had been without Abe for more than four months now, and although I didn't love him, I did enjoy the comfort of his sex nearly every day he didn't abuse me. The grief I suffered from him gradually was turned out of my mind, and memories of only good sexual experiences entered my mind. I had quite a number of temporary lovers before I met Abe, but he was the one that taught me to enjoy every adventure he could offer in our bed before he became so brutal and insistent about inflicting pain. Those first good weeks after we met were the only memories of Abe I pined for, and I missed them plenty.

One morning when I began to clean Jake's wound his flaccid cock rapidly expanded to full mast and he started to say, "I'm sorry," when I put my finger over his lips. I decided right then and there that when my cleaning job was finished I was going to give him what I knew he really wanted, and I knew I was good at it. Abe was a good teacher, as long as I obeyed his commands.

"I have a special present for you this morning, Jake. I hope you will get as much enjoyment from getting this as I will get from giving it to you." He looked up into my eyes and said, "You have given me more than I ever hoped, Trish. What could you possibly have for me out here in this remote winter wonderland."

After I boiled the cleaning cloths in the water basin, I returned and kissed him on his lips and said, "I'm going to give you the best blowjob you have ever had, Jake." I leaned over the bottom of the bed while my knees rested on a pillow I placed on the floor and gently took him into my mouth. I asked if I was hurting him and he just smiled as his cock filled my mouth and then some. I had developed the ability to deep throat with Abe's insistence, and the more I provided this service, the better I became and the more I enjoyed the act. Generally, I was able to get myself off before I was finished.

Jake admitted he had never had this experience, and with no recent sexual relations, he was fearful he would ejaculate immediately. I assured him that was all right and that he needn't warn me when he was ready. This is my gift to you, and I look forward to the day you will want to return a similar gift to me. That was the beginning of sex every day, and he was able to return a like gift to me every day. He loved giving as much as I loved getting, and my loneliness ended as my body was comforted and loved by a true gentleman studying to become a doctor.

He was a talented lover that always satisfied my longings as he tenderly savored my body with his exploring fingers and tender lips as he delighted my senses. I returned as well as I received as I offered my previously learned techniques to him every day. When we slept, we were embraced through the night and often I awoke to a woody between my receptive legs. Generally, sex needed to wait until we relieved our need to evacuate our bladders, but there was always time to resume when we were relieved.

Unlike Abe, Jake's first priority was satisfying my needs instead of his own impatient urges. The first time he touched my little breasts with his warm affectionate lips, he tenderly placed his tongue on my small nipples and carefully inhaled my breasts slowly into his mouth to suckle. My breasts hardened from the stimulation before he inserted first one finger and then the second finger into my anticipating vagina. He was a compassionate person that wanted to be sure I was accepting and appreciating his sexual endeavors before he continued the sweetest lovemaking I had ever received.

On the first day of spring, I heard the rumbling of a helicopter in the distance for two hours until it ranged too far from my cabin to hear. It returned again on the next morning and seemed to get closer by the afternoon, and once again it retreated to a distance out of hearing range. I was beginning to wonder if a hunter had discovered Abe's body, but my next thoughts were that he would have been devoured by the wolves or other wildlife trying to survive the brutal winter.

The third day I could see the helicopter in the distance as it hovered over the lake and gradually it searched closer to my cabin when he circled the perimeter of the lake. When the pilot was near I could see it was a New York State Police helicopter so I walked out on the lake to get his attention. Once it landed and the door opened two deputies stepped out and I could clearly see that the pilot was a woman instead of the man I first believed, but the passenger was clearly the officer in charge.

He began by asking what brought me to the lake this time of year, and both were in disbelief when I said I had spent the entire winter here. By this time Jake stuck his head out the door and limped off the porch to get in on the conversation. I mentioned I had heard the helicopter for the past three days and wondered what they were searching for as Jake approached to get in on the conversation.

The lead officer said they were looking for the owner of an abandoned truck they found off a side road about ten miles from here. Jake asked if it was a black 2009 Chevy Silverado, and the officer said, "Are you, Jake?" The cottage was too small to invite them inside, and besides, there were only two chairs and a bed beside an old chest of drawers and some kitchen cabinets beside the wood burning cooking stove.

"Yes sir, officer. I'm Jake Thompson, and I would have died if this lady hadn't rescued me from the elements a few weeks ago."

"How did you manage to get so far away from the truck, son? That's a long way to walk on a good day."

Jake told him he was up here for two weeks staying at a friend's cabin on Maple Lake. "I just got lost while hunting for some meat to carry me over until I could get back to civilization. With all the new snow and brutal cold, I knew I wasn't going to be getting back to civilization for a few more days. I just got lost, what more can I say?"

Then the conversation turned to me. "Why were you staying up here on the lake, Trish? What did you say was your last name Trish?"

"Kelly, I'm Trish Kelly. I was Trish Blake until September when I married Abe Kelly in Albany."

"Well, Ms. Kelly, where is your husband now?"

I sensed they knew something about Abe Kelly that I didn't know, and I immediately thought he was found and I would have to explain what happened to him. I hoped I was not suspected of some nefarious act in his disappearance.

"He went hunting early on Christmas Eve and never returned. I suspect he died that day because of the terrible cold and wind-chill factor that day. He hunted nearly every day, and he always returned well before dark, generally about 3PM. That day he never returned, and I just knew he would never return after darkness arrived that evening."

"Did you report Mr. Kelly missing?"

"I was left stranded here alone until February 6 when Jake, this lost wounded hunter crashed into my front door nearly dead from a self-inflicted bullet wound and severe hypothermia. He was unconscious for five days before he recovered enough to even speak or eat. I had no way to report Abe missing. We had no phones to call for help, and other than Jake, I haven't seen a human since the day Abe disappeared."

"Ms. Kelly and Mr. Thomas, we're going to need you to come with us to file a complete report on your missing husband and Jake's accident. The district attorney will need to decide if we can release you or if there are any charges she needs to file. We will put you up in a motel until we check some of these facts, and if everything checks out, I'll see that you're returned to the cabin."

I never knew how much I missed a hot shower with real soap. Jake and I agreed to stay in a single room that was probably two or three times larger than the cottage we were sharing. And fresh hot food from a real restaurant was more than either of us expected.

The district attorney met with me the next day, and that is when I learned Abe was found dead on January 15. "We performed an autopsy and learned he had a compound fracture of his left leg below the knee, and he died of hypothermia about four miles from your cabin. The coroner estimated he had been dead for about thirty days and suspected no foul play was involved. Apparently, he fell from a hand-built tree stand that was about 300 yards from where we found his body. By his side, an old 30/30 Winchester rifle was found, and he had a nearly new Glock 20 handgun in his coat pocket. We found no expended casings in the area and believe he fell asleep after a few hours and never woke. The break was a compound fracture that would have made it impossible to traverse the four miles back to the cabin in that kind of weather. His body remains at the county morgue awaiting identification. I'm sorry for your loss."

When the details were completed and Trish identified Abe's body, instead of returning to the cabin she and Jake retrieved his truck from the police and headed to New York City so Jake could complete his final medical studies. Jubilation was rampant at Cornell University's Weil Medical School when Jake returned and resumed final months of training after the students and staff had relinquished all hope that he was still alive. Trish was accepted into a program at the University to obtain certification as a doctor assistant and completed the program the same day Jake earned his MD.

Jake's mother and father were both professors at Cornell University's main campus in Corning, NY, and they took an instant like towards Trish and hosted a fabulous wedding for in Sage Chappell on the campus the week after graduation. Trish told her friends, "I feel like Jake's parents believe they owe me for caring for Jake and saving his life, but the truth of the matter is that Jake saved my life when he crashed onto my little porch and eventually fell in love with me. I've learned about true love and caring deeply for the person I could never live without. We still sleep in a rather narrow bed and pleasure each other as we did during his recovery, but things are soon to change."

We're back in New York City packing our sparse belongings and headed to Clemson, SC where we will be opening a new practice with our best friends, Dr. and Mrs. Hunter Smiles, also a new medical doctor from Cornell who specializes in dermatology. I will be their physician assistant and manage their office until Jake and I decide to begin our family in two or three years. We did agree to purchase a king-sized bed for our new home overlooking Lake Keowee at the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, but I plan to snuggle close to him at night and provide the love and companionship a specimen of a man like Jake who can lite my fire with a tender word or a soft stroke of his hand on my cheek. Jake has completely recovered from his gunshot wound, including the slight limp, and he more than compensates me every day for nursing him back to health in The Cabin on the Lake.