The four of us spent the next couple of hours or so just sitting and recuperating. Randy pulled me in close to him and I rested my head on his shoulder. The cabin started to get chilly as the sweat from our bodies evaporated and the sun set over the mountaintops. After a while, Randy and I left Aaron and Rachel and headed to our room to be alone. We took a long, slow sensuous shower together, barely speaking a word as we both relived the past two days in our minds.
At some point, I started to have regrets concerning my actions. These were not the actions of the person that I had thought I was. Never in my life had I thought that I would find myself in such a situation as this. Part of me was still extremely turned on by what I had experienced, but another part of me was almost sickened by what I had participated in. I left Randy in the shower, dried off, and sat in front of the dresser mirror. I stared at the reflection that met my gaze. Did I know the person that was looking back at me? Was this the same Candice that had planned this little retreat with her boyfriend? Was this the same girl that had denied sex to so many men in the past? Who was the ravenous slut that looked back from the mirror? Could it really be me?
I dried my hair and was putting on a pair of sweats as Randy finally came out of the bathroom. I watched him move about, picking out some clothes to wear and getting dressed. He caught me looking at him on more than one occasion, giving me a little smile and wink each time. Once he was dressed, I stepped up to him and wrapped my arms around his body. I buried my face in his chest and held him there. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Why do you look so sad? I mean shit, this has been one hell of a trip so far."
"I'm not sad…just a little unsure. I don't know, hell, I'm not sure what I'm feeling." Randy gently lifted my face and looked down into my eyes. In his gaze I saw a look of understanding and caring. He smiled a sincere smile and then pulled me back in tight against his chest.
"I think you are just a little overwhelmed. I know I am. I still can't believe what's happening. This is something you read about, not something that actually happens. Not to me, anyways."
"Well, it's not like I do this kind of thing on the weekends!" I exclaimed a little louder than necessary. Randy held me back at arms length and looked at me dead in the eyes.
"I know that Candice. I never insinuated you did. I'm just saying that this is new to both of us. And I'm glad that it is you that I am going through this with. I can't think of anyone else that I'd rather be here. Look, I think we both need a good nights rest and then tomorrow we can re-evaluate the situation." He said softly as he pulled me back in against him.
"I don't think I'm gonna be able to sleep." I said into his chest. "My mind is going a hundred miles and hour. Add that to the fact that I'm sore as hell and I just don't see me getting any sleep."
"Oh, I bet if you relax and close your eyes, you'll fall asleep in no time. How about we burn one and then hit the hay? You'll be snoring in minutes."
"I don't snore!" I said playfully, jabbing him in the ribs with my fingers. "You're the one that snores!"
The mood was starting to change already. My self-doubt was starting to lift and I relaxed in Randy's embrace. We moved over and sat on the edge of the bed and smoked a joint. We both tried hard to keep the mood light and jovial. Not allowing any lulls in the conversation to seep in and get either of us thinking too deeply.
Randy excused himself to go and get the two of us a drink and I slipped out of my sweats and under the covers. Propping myself up on the pillows, I allowed my body to totally relax… muscle-by-muscle I just let my body go limp. I don't even remember Randy coming back into the room as I fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning in Randy's arms. My head resting on his chest like you see in some bad movie. I moved quietly from the bed so as too not wake him and went out onto the porch. I was the first awake and enjoyed the sunrise alone and content. I contemplated my situation and arrived at one basic conclusion. I had thoroughly enjoyed the last 2 days. My battle with guilt (or whatever the hell it was) the previous night had been short lived and eventually dismissed. There was no denying it…I wanted more of what I had received. My body had experienced things that it had never imagined, and yearned to continue.
After a half hour or so, I began to hear noise inside the cabin and knew the solitude of the porch would soon end. No sooner had this thought crossed my mind than the screen door opened and Rachel stepped out into the cool morning air. She had on a short terry robe and sandals, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. I must admit; she looked awesome in the morning light. "Good morning sunshine!" she said though a smile. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, I slept like a log. Randy and I got a buzz on and I was out like a light."
"Same here. I don't think I moved a muscle last night. Aaron kept trying to get some. Rubbing his dick against my ass and shit like that. But I just ignored him and slept. I swear, I think that boy could fuck 24 hours a day. Don't get me wrong…that's a good thing. But sometimes I need a break!"
"I know I needed one. I'm still sore in places I didn't even know I had." I laughed.
"You have every right to be after yesterday. You were incredible, by the way. Absolutely awesome!" Rachel exclaimed. I blushed and we both went quiet as we looked out over the water at the fog. After a couple of minutes of quiet, I found myself stealing glances at Rachel. She looked so content, sipping a cup of coffee and looking out at the view. My quick glances caught her eye and she turned to me. "What is it girl?" she asked. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing" I said. "It's silly and waaaayyyyyy too early"
"What?" she implored. "Tell me. You've got me curious."
"Well, I was just wondering…" my voice trailing off as I spoke.
