The Mountain Ch. 01-03

Chapter 1 – The House

As Shari drove, the winding mountain road glistened with fresh rain. The SUV's engine harkened its ascent, growling past the edges of the state park and the small community of shops at its outskirts. Grand View Mountain on the border of North Carolina and Tennessee had been the site of her family's vacation home since she was a young girl. Now twenty four and in graduate school at N.C State, she still loved coming back for a getaway.

"That's the Deer River," Shari said to the passengers in her Explorer, pointing casually out the driver side window.

"Looks fast," replied a young, rough looking man in the back seat. His black hair was mussed and slightly greasy. His name was Harry Madsen, and he came from Carolina money. His father was the president of a bank, but the polished, good looks and charisma of his father had thus far eluded Harry.

"Very fast," concurred a pretty, young woman seated next to Shari. Claire Hartwell was her roommate at State. Her smooth oval face was tanned golden brown, almost the same color as her hair. She had the look of a California beach girl, be-lying her roots as a Maine Yankee.

Suddenly came two snorts almost in unison from two other passengers sleeping restlessly in the back seat. One was Mark Cooley, a Virginian of some breeding. His family was one of the first to settle the state and he enjoyed letting you know it. He was tall and pleasant looking if slightly square headed. The other sleeper was Grayson Martin, a true Carolina blue blood, with blond hair, a blinding smile and the good looks of a toothpaste commercial actor.

These four were Shari's best friends from school, and while there was a fair amount of flirting amongst them, there had never been any romantic entanglements. They had come with Shari to the mountain house on this early September weekend in order to celebrate their reunion and the start of another semester. The idea was to kick things off in style... drunken style at least.

Another snort from the back seat made Shari jump. "Wake up you two dawgs," she exclaimed. "We're almost there." With her small stature, barely reaching five foot one inch, and her little girl smile, Shari looked like a child behind the wheel of the Explorer.

"What'd you say Miss Midget? Almost there?" Grayson said with one bleary eye open. "'Bout time."

The vehicle slowed and turned onto a dirt road marked with an imposing "Private Drive" sign mounted on a rustic, stone pillar. As they pull to within sight range of the expansive retreat built into the side of the mountain, an audible gasp escaped Claire.

"All right!" celebrated Grayson. "You never told us it was a mansion. I figured the place for a cabin or something."

"No way! No cabins for this girl" drawled Shari. "I don't do cabins," she said with a smirk.

Chapter 2 – A Night of Drinking

After settling in to the assorted bedrooms, each member of the quintet made their way to the den. It was a large room with an enormous stone fireplace on one wall and floor to ceiling glass windows on another. The view of the mountains was spectacular.

When Shari entered the room, the boys were there already. Gray was pouring from an opened bottle of scotch, while Harry was tending to an already roaring fire. Mark was slumped in an easy chair in his usual manner.

"Hello, my beautiful friend," was the greeting offered by Gray. "Tell me this place has a Jacuzzi where you and I can skinny dip later and my happiness will turn to ecstasy," he said, his words already stumbling from the alcohol.

"Poor miserable rich boy," thought Shari. She had a soft spot for Gray. He talked a good game, but in her opinion he was a lost little boy, and a beautiful one at that. His looks had certainly gotten her attention when they met. They'd flirted endlessly the last two years, but it had never gone any further. If she'd had the courage Shari would probably give in and go for Gray. She'd always been a sucker for good looking assholes. The truth was however, she really wasn't Gray's type. He usually went for tall, gorgeous, dumb and easy. While Shari was short, cute, smart and not so easy, at least most of the time. As she thought of this, a flood of memories crowded her head, reminding her of all the regrettable moments she'd had in her life regarding sex. Most of the time she was conservative, even shy, but every once in a while it was like something took her over and she'd end up going way over the line.

"Of course we do, Gray my dear," she said snapping back from her thoughts. It's on the deck, downstairs. But I'm afraid if you want me in there naked with you, it'll take more than that cheap scotch."

"How about some good weed too," inquired the squeaky voice of Claire behind her. Shari spun to see the other cute girl in the room holding what looked like a massive baggie full of already rolled joints. "Just like Claire," she thought "way too prepared."

"Now you're talkin'," chimed in Harry, facing the group for the first time. "Claire you strip and I'll meet you in the tub with a lighter."

Shari laughed, as she watched Clair light the first of her stash for the group. She couldn't help feel however that this group was on the verge of getting into one of those "situations".

After a couple of rounds of drinks and smoke, Gray started steering the conversation again. "Yep, I'm really thinking that Jacuzzi is calling my name. Sure I can't get you girls to join me? You would be making a poor soul's fantasy come true," he said wryly.

"I'm sure we would," Claire droned, her tongue slowed by the weed. "You've probably had more threesomes than.... than... than anybody!" She giggled at her own inability to finish the sentence.

"Not true, my dear Claire. I pine to add the experience to my vault. You, me, Shari... naked... water... mmm, I'm getting a hard on." Gray's head flopped back.

"Well Gray, it's a nice fantasy, but it's not mine," Claire retorted.

"What is?" Harry asked bluntly.

"What is what?" Claire slurred.

"What is you're fantasy, Claire?" He asked again.

"Yes, Claire, fill us in on your masturbatory thoughts," Gray joined in smiling.

"Hmmmm... well it's usually me and some dark stranger on a deserted beach somewhere. I'm naked and his tongue is getting busy..." she giggled. Nervous laughter filled the room.

"What about you Harry?" Claire asked trying to redirect the room's attention.

"Hmmm. Nowadays it would have to be anything including Julia Roberts," Harry replied.

"Yeah, but what would you do?" asked Mark incredulously.

"Whatta you mean? We'd screw, of course."

"You're so fucking boring," Mark laughed.

"Really, then what's yours Mr. Excitement?" Harry asked in an annoyed tone.

"Well," Marks glassy eyed stare turned toward Shari. "I like to imagine myself and Shari doing it in the library at school." Claire gasped while Shari shot up in her chair, eyes wide.

"What?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, you're one of my favorite fantasy lays. I strip off all your clothes right there in the stacks and do you from behind," Mark's drunken smile widened as he took in Shari's shocked expression. The group erupted with drunken laughter.

"Wow. Thanks, I, I guess...." Shari stammered back, her face beat red.

"That's the spirit, 'ole boy!" exclaimed Gray. "You get the idea of this exercise. How about you and I wrestle for Shari. First one to pin the other gets to give her anal." Laughter erupts again.

"Thanks guys," Shari interrupts as her face gets an even deeper shade of red, "but I'll take a pass."

"Oh you party pooper," dead-panned Gray. "Then please enlighten us to your fantasy, so we'd at least know what we're shooting for. Please."

"Hmmmm... I don't know. I'm still in shock from that last one."

"Oh Come on," Gray beckoned. "Just tell us what you think about when crawl into bed and slide your fingers down between your legs."

"You are incorrigible," Shari spat back.

"Chicken?"

"Alright. Alright. But I'm sure you'll find it very boring."

"Try us," challenged Mark smirking.

Shari looked toward Gray, afraid to meet Mark's stare. "Well mine isn't really a specific situation or person or anything like that. It's usually doesn't even involve sex."

"Fascinating. Do tell..." Gray interrupted.

"Yeah, well, it's usually just me in different situations where... well..."

"Please the suspense is killing us...." Gray interjected again.

"Well, I'm usually naked with other people...and they're not. On the beach, in an art class, stuff like that."

"Wow!" Gray exclaimed amongst the renewed laughter. "Shari's an exhibitionist! Who would've guessed?"

"I'm not! It's just a fantasy," she protested as the laughter grew. "I'm not telling you jerks anything, ever again."

"Awe, come on honey," Gray chided. "We'll help you fulfill your fantasy right now. Just go ahead and get naked!"

"In you're dreams Gray," Shari snapped as she turned away from them in her chair.

"All right, all right but if you get the urge, just feel free to disrobe at your leisure," he said still grinning.

The group fell silent as Claire lit another joint.

After an hour or so of drinking, smoking, talking and eating cheap pizza, the energy level in the room seemed to be waning. Shari was glad to see that everyone had remained in control throughout, despite her premonition. Looking around Mark was now dozing in his chair. Harry seemed to be contemplating his most recent joint, in front of the dying embers of the fire he had nursed throughout, and Grey was staring out the window, umpteenth glass of scotch clutched in his right hand. Claire, however, was chattering away to no one in particular as she had been for most of the last hour.

"We ought to play a game, ya know?" She slurred boldly. "Games are fun. We could play for something good too! Like more booze!" She giggled like a little girl.

"How about we play for your virginity," Harry coughed with a grin.

"Jeez, I'm not a virgin Harry," Claire giggled back.

"Oh come on Claire," spat Gray as his transformation into Mr. Hyde was almost complete. "When was the last time you got fucked?"

"None of your business asshole," Claire squeaked.

"OK when was the last time you got naked in front of someone, like Shari likes to do" Gray pressed on. Shari grimaced.

"You wish you could see me naked," she slurred back.

"OK Gray, chill..." scolded Shari. Despite her protestations, her thoughts had already drifted into imaginations of such a scene. "What would it be like to be naked in front of this group?" While her mind mulled the possibilities, Shari's body tingled. She'd always had a penchant for exhibitionism. She remembered her first experience with it. She was 15 and her 17 year old brother Bobby and his friends were over after school. She'd planned the whole thing. She couldn't even remember how the notion came to her now, but she had obsessed on it for a week, going over the timing, rehearsing her pratfall, planning every step. On D-day she'd gotten in the upstairs bathroom after the boys were in her brother's room. She'd stripped, showered, wrapped herself in an almost "too small" towel and now she was waiting. In a few minutes, at three-thirty the boys would head out of Bobby's room, as they always did, to go across the golf course to the country club pool and that would be Shari's cue. She listened, her heart pounding. Every inch of her skin tingled. She forced herself to breath deeply. Then she heard the door down the hall open, trying not to think, she pulled the bathroom door open and stepped out awkwardly, she forgot to hold the towel as she had rehearsed and it immediately started slipping. She looked at the boys as she walked in their direction supposedly toward her own room. Grabbing at the front of the towel to hold it up, she noticed the basket of clothes she placed on the floor as her prop too late. She was already stumbling over it. Incredibly, as she remembered it now, she had the presence of mind to let the towel go as she tripped. She landed in one spot, it landed in another. She could still hear the echoes of her brother's laughter as she lay naked on the floor, but her plan had worked. The look on Joe Parker's face was indelibly etched in her mind, as she sat up and watched him rush over. He examined her naked body as he helped her up and picked up the wayward towel. He asked her if she was alright and pressed the towel against her bare breasts. It had gone spectacularly.

Back in the present, Shari's body tingled like it had that day. Gray was saying something but her ears weren't tuned back to this frequency yet. "What's that," she queried?

"I said, why don't we go with Claire's idea and play a little poker... strip variety," he slurred.

"Strip!" shouted Claire. "It's late and I'm wasted. I don't have time for whole game of strip pokah!"

"You're right," replied Gray. He approached the coffee table in the center of the room while the others watched, and pulled his shirt over his head flinging it back to reveal a surfer's physique. In one semi-smooth movement, he yanked his jeans and briefs down past his knees and let them drop to the floor.

"Whhhooooooo!" bellowed Claire as she took in the sight of Gray's ample penis. "I'm likin' this game." Shari's lap warmed to the sight as well.

"I'll tell you what girls, I'm now living Shari's fantasy" slurred Gray. "How about this game, I'll deal three cards, one for each of us. If mine is higher than yours, you join me in wearing your birthday suits!"

"What if we win?" Shari countered.

"Whattaya want... I'm naked already," deadpanned Grayson.

"That's not fair," moaned Claire.

"Ok,Ok, " he said disdainfully. "You both beat me and these guys strip. I beat either of you and you strip. I beat you both and we head for the hot tub."

"Hmmmmmm..." was all Shari could manage before Gray continued.

"Ready," he asked shuffling clumsily. He dealt three cards on the table face down as the other two men moved in for a better look.

"Ok here we go," he said flipping his card to reveal an eight of diamonds. "Not bad, not bad. Now it's your turn my soon to be naked friend Shari."

Shari's nether-region was making her squirm as she grabbed the card in front of her and flipped it. "Queen!" she exclaimed mildly, trying to hide her disappointment. All eyes now turned to Claire as she fingered the remaining card. She closed her eyes as she carefully turned it over.

"Two!" came the shout in unison from the men.

"Let's see it baby," hooted Harry with heretofore unseen vigor.

"No way! I never said..." Claire protested.

"Awe c'mon!" Gray shouted her down. "A bet's a bet."

Claire looked to Shari for support, but Shari's face still registered the disappointment of not losing herself. Claire misread her expression as a judgment and relented.

"Ok..." she said unsteadily. She stood, swaying slightly.

Her hands trembled as she stood and unbuttoned her white cotton blouse. She took a deep breath as she let it drop to the floor exposing her sheer white brassiere. The smile on her face cracked slightly as she stood and reached behind her, unbuckling the clasp. The room had grown quiet as her hands grasped the straps on her shoulders. She hugged her arms to her chest momentarily. Shari could see Claire's eyes start to tear as she let the bra drop to floor, exposing her small but perfect breasts to the room. The boys hooted loudly at the sight.

Claire's hands moved to her pants as she unbuttoned the worn Levis. She carefully slid them past he white cotton panties and stepped out of them. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she fingered the waistband of her panties. The group was quiet in anticipation.

"Claire..." empathized Shari, as the young girl summoned her remaining courage and dropped the panties to the floor. Straightening, her completely shaved vagina was on display with the rest of her. The boys shouted hooted even more wildly at the sight.

"Honey..." Shari got up and started toward her. The tears in her eyes glistening, Claire turned and ran out of the room, leaving her clothes where they lay. The rest of the group heard her bedroom door slam seconds later. The air in the room had suddenly taken on a stale, sober feel as the remaining four looked at one another with a measure of surprise.

"What's wrong with her?" stuttered the drunken Grayson. "We're just having fun."

"Shut up, you moron," scolded Harry, as he collapsed back into his chair.

"OK guys, I guess that's it for me too," yawned Shari as she started walking toward the staircase that led to the loft. "Goodnight, y'all."

"You sure you don't want to strip for us before you go? It'll give you a good fantasy for bedtime..." muttered Gray.

For an instant, Shari's heart leapt in excitement. "I don't think so," she heard herself reply.

"G'night," grumbled the remaining group.

Shari looked back over her shoulder as the naked Gray swiveled toward her to reveal his semi-erect penis. She felt the tingling rise in her body again as she climbed the stairs.

Entering the loft bedroom, Shari left the door open. She pulled the sweater over her head messing her thick, shoulder length, auburn hair. Her green-blue eyes flashed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She unbuckled her belt and pants and stepped out of them as she examined the curves of her body. Her black bra and panties accentuated her thin frame and full breasts. She unbuckled the bra's front clasp and tossed it off her. Her breasts were free and felt the better for it. She played with her nipples, watching in the mirror as if it were someone else. The sensation sent shocks throughout her already turned on body. She stepped out of her panties and ran her fingers through her auburn, vaginal curls, wishing she had trimmed it better before getting here. She could hear the boys talking downstairs as she examined her naked body. Her fingers stroked her vagina gently. She couldn't get the image of Gray out of her head.

After a moments pause, Shari turned slowly to the bed, still entranced with the possibilities. Her mind cleared for a moment, and it dawned on her that she'd better take something to lessen her hangover, or tomorrow would be a lost cause. Rummaging through her purse, she found the bottle of Excedrin. Looking to fill her water glass, she flicked the bathroom light on and saw her naked twin in the mirror, and the tingling rose inside her. The towel hanging on the wall sparked her memory for the second time tonight and she made a spur of the moment decision.

Shari grabbed the medium size, white bath towel, and wrapped it lengthwise around her frame. It barely came down low enough to cover her derriere. She tucked the loose end into her bosom and held it there with one hand. Walking quickly, she headed for the enclosed staircase and descended toward the den where the boys were still talking. As she turned the corner to face them the room grew silent. Gray's eyes caught hers and her nipples instantly hardened beneath the soft towel.

"I just needed some water for my aspirin," she said sheepishly. Folding her arms over the front of the towel self-consciously, she walked past them to the kitchen. She knew what they must be thinking, given their earlier conversation. She didn't care, the urge was too strong inside of her now. Shari grabbed a glass from the cupboard, feeling the cool air on her rear-end as she reached. She could sense the boy's eyes burning through her. She walked more slowly back through the den, not daring to make eye contact, yet fearful that her impromptu plan would fizzle. Just before getting to the staircase she heard Gray slur sweetly, "Goodnight my beautiful exhibitionist."

Shari stopped cold. Her left hand held the glass of water as her right hand held the towel to her bosom. She turned to face the boys, her face sweetening ever so slightly into a smile reminiscent of the Mona Lisa. With no warning, her right hand dropped away from her bosom, allowing the towel to unwind in a slow motion dance and fall to the floor. Shari watched the eyes of the boys drop with it. In a stunned silence, they took in her nudity. The whole moment seemed to have slowed time to a crawl. Her heart pounded in her ears. Smile broadening as she thought of the boys masturbating to her vision later this night.