The Cabin Ch. 03

By midweek there was no other apparent fallout from our Friday night adventure, work pressed on as though nothing was said and I was sure Sasha confirmed with Kelly about my relationship with Julie. Nothing else appeared to come of it.

Julie mentioned that when she did her pickups and drop offs for the office that Kelly seemed sweet as always, had made no comment, and was no different than usual. She also got the usual greetings from other coworkers and never felt that people were looking or whispering about her. I felt confident that both women had kept our little secret between themselves.

Work was busy but going well for a Wednesday, hump day, and the weekend was just a couple days away. Shortly after lunch I got a call from Sara.

"Hey Girlfriend," she retorted through the phone. "How's your day going."

"Not bad," I replied. "Busy, but not crazy busy, you know. How's yours?"

"Good, good," she said. "Marc and I are going up to the cabin this weekend and we wanted to know if you and Julie would like to come up with us."

"Oh, Sara," I exclaimed. "Thank you, that would be great! Julie loved the cabin and really enjoyed the snowmachine ride, she'd love to come up."

Julie was busy in her studies, but she was only taking a couple of classes and I knew she would not miss a chance for a return visit to the cabin. She could always bring her laptop for her schoolwork if she really needed to.

"Awesome," Sara replied. "We're leaving early afternoon on Friday; can you be there for dinner?"

"Wouldn't miss it," I replied with a smile.

Sara and I chatted for a bit longer and I thanked her for the invite and for also including Julie. After we hung up, I texted my sweet little school girl.

[Hey Little One, how's your schoolwork going?]

A couple minutes later she replied.

[Good. Why?]

[How would you feel about going to the cabin this weekend?]

Exactly five seconds went by when my phone buzzed with a call from her.

"Heya," I said with a knowing smile.

"Are you serious?" Julie asked, excitedly.

"I just got off the phone with Sara," I said, smiling. "She and Marc are going up on Friday and she asked if we wanted to come up and visit with them."

"Oh... well, okay...," Julie stammered.

"What's the matter?" I asked, with a puzzled frown.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I'm not sure how welcome I'd feel."

"Sweetie, what are you talking about?" I said with a frown. "Sara asked if I and you wanted to go. She specifically asked about you."

"Really?" Julie asked.

"C'mon, you know she likes you."

"Yeah, I guess, but what about Marc?"

"Seriously? He likes you too, you know that."

"Yeah, but he doesn't know about us."

"Sara doesn't know either," I remarked. "But they'll be okay with it. In fact, I've been thinking it might be a good time to break the news to them. It'll be just us and we'll be relaxing, having a few drinks, and a few laughs."

Deep down I was not sure about Marc's reaction. He wasn't anti-gay, in fact I think a friend of his is gay, but he is a bit opinionated about a lot of things, especially when it came to family. Certain form and structure are meant to be in place. Sooner or later though, I am going to have to cross that bridge with him.

"Well," Julie hesitated. "Okay."

"They'll most likely have the snowmachines with them," I hinted in a teasing voice.

"Really?" she asked excitedly.

"They never go up there in the winter without them," I smiled.

"Then, yes! I want to go!" Julie exclaimed with renewed excitement in her voice.

I just knew that would be the hook to reel her in. We chatted a bit longer and did some planning, Julie was not sure if she could get off work early enough, but we could at least get up there for a late dinner.

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Thursday night we got all our gear together; sleeping bags, snow suits, change of clothes, and we had it all in a pile by the door. I also did some shopping after work for food stuff and had it in the freezer or fridge ready to go. I told Julie not to worry, I would get the car packed tomorrow, and to come home as soon as she could then we would be able to leave right away.

By Friday the temperature had warmed up a fair amount, more so than was typical for this time of year but was still below freezing. Comfortably cold though, you know. I got the car all packed and Julie was able to leave work a couple hours early. I texted Sara and told her we were on the way but would be a bit late.

Surprisingly, considering the cell service in their area up there, Sara texted back almost right away and said not to worry, they would see us when we got up there.

The state highway department always kept the ice roads plowed over the lakes in the winter. Or maybe it was the guys from the borough, or county to you folks in the lower 48, I was never sure, but whoever it was did a particularly good job of cutting a road through the snow over the frozen lakes and keeping them clear. I must admit, it did feel odd to be driving over a couple feet of ice knowing deep water was below and passing landmarks that just a few months ago I would only be able to see from a boat. Marc always took a snow blower up after a good snow to clear an area on the ice in front of his dock so cars could park there out of the way.

It was dark and very warm when we arrived early that evening, 18 degrees on the dashboard of my car, and I parked next to Marc's truck in his little pullout. I had noted the empty trailer attached to it as we pulled up; that meant they had brought the snowmachines with them and had them stashed behind the cabin. It got me, and Julie, super excited.

We started hauling our gear inside and both Marc and Sara greeted us with hugs, though I could tell that Julie was a bit sheepish with Marc. Julie took our sleeping bags and personal bags upstairs to stash them in the loft while I helped Sara take care of the foodstuff and booze we brought up. Once everything was put away and Sara started pouring wine, I realized Julie had not come down from the loft.

"Julie?" I called. "Everything okay up there?"

"Yeah," was the simple, quiet reply.

I had no idea what could be keeping her but maybe she did need some help, I decided to go up and see what was keeping her. I climbed up the spiral staircase and found Julie sitting cross legged on the sleeping bags and picking at her clothing bag.

"Sweetie, what's the matter?" I asked in a quiet voice.

"Nothing," she sighed and started to get up.

I noticed the two sleeping bags had been laid out on the air mattress but were not zipped together as one like the last time when we came up by ourselves.

"What's this?" I asked, picking up the corner of one.

"Sweetie, what's going on?" after Julie did not respond.

"I... Lori...," she hesitated then shrugged one shoulder with a sigh. "I don't know. I'm sorry, I'm not very comfortable here. I shouldn't have come."

"What?" I asked with a slight frown. "Why?"

Julie looked around the loft before replying, knowing our policy of honesty between us.

"Marc is very intimidating to me," she sighed in a quiet voice. "This is his cabin that he built, and with him here now and with Sara here, and with us together, I feel a bit like I'm intruding. I'm not family and it makes me uncomfortable that we're sleeping together and they're here, too."

"Sweetie, nonsense," I said, trying to put her at ease. "Sara adores you and you know Marc, once you get past that gruff exterior, he's a teddy bear. They invited both of us and they're eventually going to know what goes on up here. Nothing that doesn't go on down there. I've had boyfriends up here before and we slept together."

"That's different, and you know it," Julie pointed out.

She was right about that, I had to admit. I started unzipping the bags and got them attached to each other, then laid them out flat. I sat down in front of Julie and reached over to give her a hug.

"They're both very open people," I said softly, stroking her cheek. "Relax, Little One."

Julie responded with a half, unsatisfied smile.

I leaned forward and gave her a long, nibbly kiss on the lips. I kept kissing her, pushing her back until she was flat on her back on the sleeping bag. Julie reached her arms up around my neck and opened her mouth. Our tongues caressed and I ran my hand up and down the side of her body as we lay lip locked on top of the comfortable sleeping bags and air mattress. Julie was smiling when I pulled back, and she reached up to caress my face as I combed my fingers through her hair.

"Okay," she said with a soft, shy smile, kissing me.

Marc had shoveled the snow off the deck earlier before we got there and was outside setting coals on the grill when we came down from the loft. Sara had potatoes wrapped in foil on the counter ready to go in the grill and what looked like steaks marinading in a bowl.

"Anything we can do to help with dinner?" I asked.

"Well, there's always veggies to chop and garlic to peal," Sara replied.

Julie bravely stepped up and offered to help prepare the veggies, stir fried broccoli and onions, and she smiled sheepishly at me as I winked at her and peeled the paper off the garlic.

Dinner was awesome. Marc had grilled the steaks to perfection, Sara had boiled the marinade down to a nice dipping sauce and the stir-fried broccoli was delicious. The potatoes were baked perfectly on the coals, Sara had brought up plenty of butter and sour cream and I had thought ahead and brought some green onions. A little chopped bacon would have been perfect, but we did alright without. After all, we were roughing it.

Julie helped Sara with the cleanup then the four of us chatted and laughed around the dining table over several games of cribbage before retiring to the wood stove with a glass of wine or whiskey. Talk was casual and before we knew it bedtime had arrived.

Julie said her good nights with a yawn and I chatted with Marc and Sara for a bit as she climbed into the loft. I figured that would give her time to be up there by herself, settle into the sleeping bag, and get comfortable. I said goodnight and climbed the spiral staircase to the loft.

The light was dim, but I was able to navigate around without difficulty. Julie peered out at me from under the sleeping bag as I undressed, and I wormed my way into the bag next to her.

Julie was surprisingly, and thankfully, naked, as was I. We smiled at each other, cuddling in the sleeping bag, and holding each other as we listened to the low voices of my brother and his girlfriend. Julie snuggled closer to me and kissed my neck, I responded by tenderly kissing her lips.

I ran my hand up and down her deliciously naked and warm, soft body. Julie draped a leg over me, pulled herself closer and kissed me. I leaned forward, pushing Julie flat on her back with her head in the crook of my arm. We snuggled close in the sleeping bag, I caressed her warm belly and her little breasts, her nipples hard under my palm as I gently kissed her lips. Murmured voices came from down below as my hand caressed its way down to her hip and glided across her thighs as I continued kissing her.

Julie's trimmed little pubic runway was easy to find and I teasingly caressed it, stroking it back and forth as Julie reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, wet kissing my face and my neck.

I tenderly kissed her and moved my middle finger down to her wetness, Julie softly grunted in mid-kiss and grabbed my wrist, stopping me. Marc and Sara were still on the couch down below, talking in low tones. Julie gave a small, muffled moan as I wiggled my finger over her wet lips. She still had a hold on my wrist but would not pull it away as I gently worked my finger inside her.

Sara giggled at something Marc said. Julie released me and grabbed my head, kissing me deeply and sucking my tongue, moaning softly as I teased her with my finger. There is something erotic about being naked and touching each other when someone else was so very close but oblivious to our lovemaking.

Julie gave a quiet moan and spread her knees as my finger went deeper inside her. I gently stroked her wet pussy, slowly in and slowly out, teasing her wet clit with my soaked finger. Her little body began to shudder as an orgasm approached, she broke our kiss and gasped a moan as the orgasm came near.

"Shhh... Little One," I whispered in her ear, kissing her hairline, and continued to gently stroke her as the low voices came from below. "Shhhh..."

Julie grabbed me, buried her face in my neck and pulled me tight as she began to softly moan and convulse from her orgasm.

Her body calmed from her pleasure and I pulled my finger out, sucked her juice off it, and gently, tenderly kissed her lips. Julie smiled with her eyes closed and cuddled close to me. I held her close, buried my nose in her hair and kissed her temple, inhaling her sweet body scent.

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Sara had the coffee ready as we climbed down from the loft the next morning. Julie seemed a little shy, but Sara gave us both a cheery smile and Marc was hauling in wood from outside as we all traded good mornings. Julie and I took turns in the outhouse for our morning routine, and we enjoyed coffee at the breakfast bar, chatting with Sara while she fried bacon and made pancakes.

By the time breakfast was over, the sun had come up and it turned into a sunny, spectacular day. I gave Sara a hand with the cleanup and could not help but notice Julie and Marc chatting by the wood stove. This was really the first time Julie had spent any time talking one on one with him. It was good to see she was starting to warm up and feel better about being here.

After cleanup was done, Sara said that they had planned a long ride for today and started packing a trail lunch. That sounded awesome to me and I helped put things together and stash them in a small backpack.

We got our snow gear and boots on, grabbed helmets and goggles, and headed outside. It was very warm, 20 degrees or so, and the sun was shining. It was cold but as long as you weren't in the shade it actually wasn't too bad. With the warm temperature and the sun shining that meant we were going to have soft trails, most likely in the afternoon, and that could spell a difficult time.

We got the snow machines started and suited up for the ride. The warmer temperature did not call for danger of frostbite, but there was still the comfort level, and we tucked gloves and sleeves in. Sara rode behind Marc on his sled, Julie and I rode together on Sara's machine.

Julie was experienced on the snowmachines now, so it was easy to keep up with Marc as I followed him through the forest. We sped up as we raced across a couple of frozen lakes and turned back and forth on the curving trail through the woods. Occasionally, I could tell Julie had her phone out and was taking pictures, either of the scenery, Marc and Sara ahead, or selfies of the two of us.

The scenery was gorgeous, and the sun shone brightly in the sky. Fortunately, we were not riding directly into it, the bright reflection off the snow would have been very bright, even with the dark goggles we wore. The large valley we were in was broad and relatively flat, however there are many hills in the area, and we made our way to a set of them. We rode up to the top of a taller hill and I came to a stop as Marc turned in a large arc and pulled up close alongside us. We turned the engines off and were surrounded by silence.

"This is so beautiful!" Julie exclaimed as she took her helmet off, stood up on the machine and looked around.

The sun on the snow was very bright and we all had thoughtfully brought sunglasses with us. The hill we were on had only a handful of short spruce trees which gave us an almost unimpeded view of the entire valley. As Julie pointed out, it really was beautiful up here. She stood up with her phone and took a series of pictures of the vista. The snow-covered mountains on both sides and the whole valley surrounding us in snow made it easy to believe we were out in the middle of nowhere. In the distance the highway snaked through the middle of the valley marking the sign of civilization, its tiny cars slowly traversing it with clusters of buildings here and there. The lakes in the area were easy to see with their marinas and cabins dotting the frozen shorelines.

As beautiful as it was, the whiteness of the snow and ice, and the frozen blue of the distant rock and vegetation made the scenery too cold and unforgiving. I would love to come up here in the summer to see all the green, but it would have been an exceptionally long hike. Considering some of the vegetation we rode through, I doubt four-wheelers would have easily made the trip.

"Anybody hungry?" Sara asked as she took off her backpack.

Considering breakfast had not been too long ago, I was fairly hungry. Sara had done a good job of making a lunch of crackers, sliced cheeses, and had some caribou jerky, carrot sticks, chips, hot tea in a thermos, and some granola bars for dessert.

We ate in the silence of the sunny hilltop, sitting face to face and side by side on the snow machines. Marc occasionally pointed out landmarks to me and Julie as we ate. Unfortunately, we could not see Marc's cabin from where we were at, but he was able to show us the general vicinity and it was impressive to see how far we had traveled. We finished lunch and packed everything up, got the machines started and headed back down the hill.

About halfway back to the cabin, I happened to catch Sara's eye and motioned that we were going to take a side trail. She waved in acknowledgment and she and Marc continued toward the cabin. I took a trail that led onto a smaller lake, found a good place to park and turned the engine off.

I turned around on the snow machine facing Julie and took my helmet off. Julie took hers off and her smile was from ear to ear. I grabbed her face and kissed her, hard, our tongues entwined as Julie wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer as I put my legs on top of hers.

The sun was on its descent in the sky but still shone on us and helped keep the cold off. Julie unzipped my jacket as we kissed and unzipped my snowsuit underneath. I continued kissing her as she pulled my sweatshirt and T-shirt up until my boobs were exposed, my nipples instantly becoming hard in the cold air. Julie tweaked and teased them with her gloves on, making me giggle and squirm in her kiss. She kissed the side of my face, I smiled and lifted my chin as she nibbled and wet kissed her way down and munched on my neck, sending little pleasure tingles throughout my body.

I unzipped her jacket and snow suit and soon had her tiny little nipples exposed to the cold. We hugged and did our best to rub our stiff nipples together as we kissed. It was relatively warm in the direct sun but still too cold for much of anything else. I was wishing we could do more when Julie pushed me back onto the snow machine. My boobs were fully exposed in the sunshine and my aching nipples rock hard and pointing skyward. She began sucking one nipple, and then the other. As one nipple became warm and softened in her mouth the other wet nipple grew hard in the cold.

I moaned at the pleasure Julie administered on my tits and I held her head, running my fingers through her hair as she sucked my nipples. Julie jammed her fist under my crotch, and I began to hump it as she continued sucking my tits. It did not take me long to cum and I didn't hold back in my moaning pleasure.

Despite the sun, it was getting cold. We zipped up from the chill and hugged each other, planting gentle little kisses here and there. I turned around and I started the snowmachine as we got helmets and gloves on and tucked into each other.