The sounds of nature filled the night air by the shore of Spring Lake. A hundred feet from the water's edge sat a mixed quintet of women around a roaring fire. The clear water reflected the light of a full moon, a light that added to the illumination from the fire. Fifty feet further from the waterline stood a large wooden cabin, their home for the weekend.
"I can't remember the last time I've had this much fun," Julia Marshall said with a wide smile. "I'm so glad you asked me to come along."
"Well we're all glad that you did," Sabrina Wilson replied with an equally warm smile as she ran her hand through her short-cropped blond hair. "After all, you're one of us now."
More than anything else that had been said to her that weekend, or for that matter in the seven months she been working at Dawson Pharmaceuticals, that simple statement filled Julia with a great sense of satisfaction. She'd wanted so much to be accepted by the other women in the office and had been surprised when Sabrina had asked her along on this trip.
"That's right," Carol Peters, a tall, slim black girl of twenty-four agreed. "We should've asked you long ago."
The two remaining members of the group, Maria Ramirez and Brandy O'Conner added their agreement as well.
Two or three weekends a summer, Sabrina would borrow her parent's cabin up by Spring Lake and invite a few select friends for a get away from it all weekend. The trip was always girls only and in the world of office politics, the only thing worse than never having been asked, was having been asked once and never again.
This was the last trip of the year, and being with the company such a short time, the twenty-two-year-old redhead had never expected to be included. Not when there were so many other girls who'd been there longer and were still waiting a turn.
The weekend had truly been fun and she could see why an invitation was so prized. It was like the sleepovers she had enjoyed back in high school, with the main difference being that, now, the girls were all in their early twenties rather than their teens. One result of which that the chats around the fire were a lot more interesting than back then. Interesting defined as to how intimate the subject matter quickly became.
Julia still couldn't believe that only the previous night, encouraged by the others and much more than her normal intake of alcohol, she had shared the most confidential details of how she'd lost her virginity. The other girls had all also shared their tales as well, but since they'd been on these trips before, the telling was new only to Julia.
Julia had blushed a bright red as she recounted how she had given it up at seventeen to her eighteen-year-old boyfriend. An event that in hindsight, she was sure, was now more memorable to her than him. It was a rather uninteresting story, as compared to some of the other's, having taken place on the couch in his parent's basement.
After listening to the other girls, Julia learned that Carol had gone to her marriage bed a little over four and a half years before, technically a virgin. Her husband had been her best friend since junior high school and they'd done just about everything else prior to that night. Saving the best for last, she liked to say.
Maria, on the other hand, had given her cherry to a married man twice her age back in her native Mexico when she was just sixteen. Her reasoning being that if she was going to give someone her prize, it might as well be someone who was actually going to teach her something as well as remember it later. A funny aspect to the story was that both their deflowerings had taken place the same weekend, a coincidence that had all five of them laughing.
Brandy and Sabrina were the two oldest around the campfire, with both being twenty-five. Brandy recounted how she had lost it under the bleachers after the big Homecoming game to the Captain of the Football team. She of course had been Head Cheerleader. An American tradition if there ever was one.
Sabrina shared the knowledge that her historic event had taken place at this very cabin some seven years before. The boy in question had been a year younger and the son of her parent's best friends. They had come up for a weekend and left the two teens to entertain themselves while they went into town for dinner and a movie. She was sure, Sabrina concluded with a wicked grin, that they had more in mind something like the board games that occupied many a summer night, and not a round of show me yours and I'll show you mine.
As unusual as the discussion the night before had been, it now seemed to Julia to be rather tame compared to where tonight's was going. What had started as a conversation about the men in their lives, soon become a discussion of how good they were in bed. That and what turned on each girl. To her surprise, Julia discovered that she was having no problem participating in the chat this time, even without a few drinks in her.
"So is he good in bed or not?" Maria repeated the question she had asked Julia in response to what she considered an evasive answer.
"Well, like I said, I'm really don't have a lot of criteria to give a definite answer," Julia tried to explain.
"You do have sex, don't you?" Brandy inquired.
"Of course we do," Julia replied. "It's just that most times Mark would rather I just go down on him rather than we go all the way. He doesn't want to take the chance of us having an accident."
"Typical man," Carol laughed. "God forbid he should take some responsibility in that area and wear something."
"Well I hope he at least he's doing the same for you," Maria offered.
The silence of Julia's answer said that he wasn't. An admission that brought a quick response from the other women.
"Girl, you have to set that boy straight," Carol said in a strong tone. "My husband was like that back when we first started playing around. Giving me that "a brother doesn't do that" crap. I set him straight soon enough. Told him that if he didn't get down there and take care of business, then the only way he was going to get off was with his hand. He came around quick enough, and now he loves it."
"That's right," Brandy agreed, "If he ain't gonna lick it, then he ain't gonna stick it ... in any hole!"
The crude credo brought a laugh from the entire group, Julia included. She was worried for a moment that they were laughing at her, then realized with relief that it was with her.
The round robin discussion went on, each of the girls getting to pick a topic. When it got to Maria, her question dealt with male anatomy and size. Carol won that round when she held her hands about eight inches apart as she described her husband.
"I'm not sure I believe that," Maria grinned. "Maybe I should measure that personally. Of course I might have to help get it to its full length first, just to be totally accurate."
"In your dreams girl," Carol laughed. "As if I'd let you within twenty feet of my man when you're horny."
"When is she ever not horny?" Sabrina jumped in.
"Which is why I never leave the two of them alone when Maria comes over for dinner," Carol added with a smile.
"Really that big?" Maria asked as she copied Carol's hand measurements.
"Hey, I'm not saying that all black men are like that, despite the stereotype that you hear," she concluded. "I just know that he never leaves me wanting."
"I hate you," Maria shot back, sticking out her tongue.
More laughter filled the night as the next and last subject went to Julia.
All eyes were on her as she took a long moment and tried to think of a subject that would be interesting enough to impress the rest. At first she drew a blank, then it hit her.
"Has anyone ever had a secret lover?" she asked. "Someone that you never, ever told anyone else about. I'm not saying you have to tell who it was, just if you ever had one. Someone that you really shouldn't have been with, but that you wanted them so much that you didn't care?"
"Well since TJ had been my one and only, I guess my answer is easy enough," Carol answered first. "And that's no."
"Mine too," Maria joined in. "I can never keep a secret. When I sleep with a guy, I have to tell someone."
"We don't have to say who, right?" Sabrina asked.
"That's right," Julia replied.
"Then my answer is yes." Sabrina said.
"Who?" Maria quickly asked.
"As if I'd tell you of all people," Sabrina quipped. "I'd have a better chance keeping it a secret if I posted it on the Internet."
"You don't have to tell," Julia repeated.
"Well in that case, then I'd have to say it's yes in my case as well." Brandy said.
"How bout you, Julia?" Sabrina asked.
"No, I'd have to say no," she said in a slightly disappointed voice. "Not that I haven't thought about it at times."
"Well it was a good question," Sabrina said, drawing the game to a close. "If for nothing else, it shows that each of us still have some need for privacy in our lives and I think it's more interesting if there are still things about each other that we don't know."
Quiet reigned after that for a very long minute as everyone wondered what Sabrina was talking about.
Well I don't know about the rest of you," Maria said, changing the subject. "but I'm in the mood for one last swim to cool off."
"That sounds like a great idea," Brandy agreed as she looked past the little group to the water's edge a few dozen feet away. "but I'm afraid I already packed away my suit.
"Me too," Carol added.
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