I'm your typical middle aged man. I have a wife, two kids, live in the suburbs and work as a contractor for a local construction firm.
To get away from it all, I usually hang around a group of guys made up of work friends, old college buddies and people I met from my pool league. They are great guys and we always have fun together, even if it typically involves just going for drinks at our favorite local bar, Schooly's.
Of all the people in my circle, only one was female: Katie Thompson.
You could say that Katie was one of the guys and she loved that special attention. She was introduced to us by my her then boyfriend Phil, though, we quickly found out that she had also dated our mutual friend, Tom, when they were both in high school.
Eventually, Phil and Katie broke up, but Katie still hung around us, which was fine because Katie, by any standard, was a smoking hot babe. She had long, curly brown hair that came down all the way to her trim waist and her voluptuous boobs were a serious temptation for any man.
She was really open about sex too, and after a few beers it wasn't hard to get her to discuss her brief lesbian encounters in college and what she liked and didn't like about giving blowjobs. Still, she remained distant enough that none of us ever asked her for any special favors or made a pass for fear of alienating the friendship.
That Summer, the guys were planning to go up to Phil's cabin for the July long weekend. Katie, being forever the tomboy, naturally wanted to come along too.
There were seven of us traveling in two vehicles, so we did have an extra seat. Katie was happy to be included.
"God, I thought I would be doing laundry all weekend." She said when I picked her up early the following Saturday. She threw her duffel bag into the trunk and got in the back seat. Looking at her in the rear view mirror, my eyes lingered over of her tight green tank top and cream colored short-shorts that barely came down over her milky thighs.
The Jeep that Phil was driving had already left , with Ted, James and Mick, and though I had picked up Will and Katie, I still had to get Jim.
When I pulled up to Jim's house, he wasn't ready. I waited five minutes before honking the horn. Suddenly, Jim's door opened and I saw him come out with a knapsack and a cooler. His wife was behind him and he turned to give her a quick kiss as she waved goodbye from inside the door. "Have fun." She said, waving goodbye.
Katie immediately busted his balls when he got in beside her. "You're ten minutes late." She laughed. "Getting a last minute blowjob?"
"I wish." Jim frowned. "The only person my wife sees naked anymore is our nine month old baby."
Mick's cottage was about three hours North of the city and located on the cusp of Raider's Bay, which was an old exchange spot for bootleggers in the '20s. The bootleggers got bold enough to build luxury cabins up there that got seized and were re-sold on the cheap. Phil's Great Granddad had bought one in the thirties and it had been in his family ever since.
As we found our way deeper into the countryside, I turned the vehicle off the highway and headed down a dirt road through overgrown brush. The sedan bounced through the bumpy trail and we all groaned whenever we struck a deep pothole in the road. I started to realize why Phil took the jeep instead of his other car.
Finally, after about a fifteen drive into the brush, we came out into a wide clearing where Phil's cabin sat overlooking a sandy beach and crisp, drifting lake.
Although it had been built over seventy five years ago, Phil's cabin was nothing if not extravagant.
As we all carried our bags inside, we were surprised to discover a large living room equipped with a big screen tv, a full kitchen and two sofas. In fact, it almost seemed like a normal suburban living room had been transplanted into the wilderness. There was even a satellite dish and a bar in the corner, along with a downstairs bedroom and fully integrated kitchen with steel countertops and an island in the center.
The upstairs was one large open concept loft with a full King sized bed in the middle of the room that was draped in a mosquito net. A large bay window cast sunlight through the sheer fabric, giving the bed a warm, yellow halo.
I went downstairs and sat on one of the two couches. "Where are we going to sleep?" I asked Phil who was passing out beers from the fridge.
"Well, I figured I'd take the couch, and I told you all to bring sleeping bags. I'm taking the downstairs bedroom, two people can have the couches. Some people will either have to sleep in a tent outside, the jeep, or if you're feeling especially brave, under the stars. It's supposed to be a warm night and the mosquitoes aren't that bad in the high summer."
"So, who gets the upstairs bed?" Ted inquired.
"Well," Phil continued, "We might as well give it to Katie."
"What?" Said Mick. "Why? Because she's a woman? Fuck it. I say, I get the bed." We all laughed, not realizing Mick wasn't trying to be funny.
"It makes the most sense for Katie to take it." Phil continued. "She'll need her own changing area anyway."
We all agreed to give Katie the bed and she took her luggage upstairs.
"Fuckin' double standard." Mick grumbled under his breath.
Everyone dispersed. Mick and Phil decided to collect firewood, Will, James and Ted went directly for their fishing rods while Tom and I figured we'd take a quick dip. Katie decided to take a quick nap upstairs and read.
After about thirty minutes of swimming, I figured it was time to dry off and get another beer. When I entered the cabin, no one had returned yet, but I heard someone upstairs.
I walked up the wooden staircase to the loft.
Katie was on the bed reading a novel.
"What's going on?" I asked her. "Not enjoying the great outdoors?"
"Well," She smiled. "I'm just taking a breather. All you guys are so eager to get out there and do stuff, while this is just a nice relaxing weekend away for me. It's great to get out of the office and just breathe some fresh air."
I smiled at her as she lay reposed on the bed. God, she was a sexy woman. It was hard for me not to get aroused, watching her long legs, playing with each other delicately.
"So Katie," I said, sitting on the bed beside her. "Why didn't your boyfriend want to come?"
"Oh, we broke up." She told me flatly, putting her book down. "It just wasn't working out. He's a big partier and couldn't get grow out of his little boy mode. I figured it would be better if I left him alone to sow his wild oats so to speak."
Although she pretended to be a rough tomboy, Katie was, like any woman, a nurturer at heart. She always got involved with bad boys she wanted to save.
"You know Katie, it's nice that you think you're one of the guys," I said, "but you know you're really not, right?."
She didn't know how to respond to this. "What do you mean?"
"Well, guys have cocks, right?"
"What are you getting at?" She asked, worriedly.
