Chapter 2

I woke up to the sound of rain striking the roof and windows of my little cabin. The light peeked through the curtains, barely illuminating the space, while the fire still smoldered in its hearth. I rubbed my strained and sleepy eyes before stretching on my couch. A small movement in front of me drew my attention to my lap. There, nestled still in the blankets, was Allison, the teen girl I’d picked up on the road the night before.

She was so light that it barely registered she was even there. She was still asleep on her side, facing the fire, her eyes closed peacefully as she dreamed sweet dreams of stardom. I never would have the heart to tell her the twisted monkey’s paw version of that dream would likely be quite different than what it seemed on TV. Yeah, the truth was that type of world would chew up a girl like her and then spit her out just as quickly. I wasn’t her parents though, not that they seemed to be in the picture now anyway. I was just a guy who helped her for a night or two before she went on her way. Just a stop on the journey of her life’s adventure.

Looking down at her cute face though, I couldn’t help but be entranced. There is just something about a sleeping girl that makes me weak. I couldn’t tell if it was paternal care or the devil’s lust that made me want to protect this girl as much as I could. I never wanted to have kids or a family but, at that moment, it made me wonder if there were some things I was missing. On the other hand, the devil on my shoulder couldn’t stop whispering lewd temptations in my ear. All the fantasies and desires an older man could have to recapture their youth made possible; covered only by thin material and my failing self-control.

My eyes scanned over her face, studying each little wrinkle and eyelash. She had a small, upturned nose that flared slightly as she breathed. Her lips were full and pouty, but not overly so like those fake Botox ones of celebrities. They were natural light red, and I had to shut the dark part of my brain down as I looked at them, not wanting to pervert the image right now. Her skin had a golden tan, likely from a summer spent outside maybe frolicking or bathing at a pool. Her brown hair was ruffled up and messy, from being out in the rain and sleeping on this couch.

There was a mass of hair that covered her ear and neared her mouth and chest. For reasons beyond my understanding, I reached down gently and pushed her hair back behind her ear. Her ear was smallish with a stud earring in the lower lobe. I had to assume the other side matched, as that currently resided on my lap. My eyes followed the newly exposed skin to her neck, which looked a little long for her body, but it seemed delicate. I longed to run a fingertip gently under her chin and down her throat to feel her soft skin.

My eyes traveled still downward to more dangerous places. The shirt was still unbuttoned at the top, giving me a tantalizing view of her upper chest. The skin there, likely hidden by more conservative clothing, was still tanned, providing evidence of my thoughts on her summertime activities. The shirt carefully covered the true answer to the question of ‘where did the tan end?’.

The devil tried to tell me to see for myself. That she was asleep and wouldn’t notice if I took a peek for myself. All it would take was to lift the shift a couple of inches and I would see almost everything I wanted to see. For a few fleeting seconds, my hand lifted towards the shirt, hovering just above the unbuttoned flap. But with all the moral strength I had left, I pulled the blanket over her to keep her warm. Someone else had other plans though. My movement to cover her must have caused her to reposition, as she rotated onto her front. In the movement, the shirt tugged to one side, exposing one of her small pert breasts to my unbelieving eyes.

I couldn’t help but be drawn to her mammary flesh. The question was answered with the obvious signs of a small bikini top, by the presence of a small triangle of pale skin, surrounded by a golden tan. Since she was on her back, I could only assume it was quite perky if standing, and the form seemed quite conical last night when I briefly glimpsed it. Her nipple and areola were dark pink and slowly started to harden as the cold morning air tickled them to life. They weren’t large, the whole area about the size of a nickel, but her nipple stood up proud, like a new pencil eraser.

My mind battled with itself on what the right thing to do would be, while my body reacted in its amoral way. I was worried my stiffening cock, which was positioned close to her head, would poke her awake. I contemplated waking her up to avoid any embarrassment, but I couldn’t do it. She looked like an angel sleeping there, while the devil’s snake crawled towards her. I turned to look down at the rest of her body. The lower half, from her stomach down, was still tightly wrapped in a blanket. As I returned to her face, her eyes blinked open, before she stretched out. The errant nipple slipped back under the shirt and out of sight.

“Mmmmmm...” She moaned as she stretched, “Mornin’ Pete, looks like neither of us made it to the bed last night.”

“No, looks like we crashed right here in front of the fireplace. How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. It’s been a long time since I slept that well. Must’ve been the nice pillow I was on,” she said with a grin.

“Sorry ‘bout that, you looked so comfortable that I didn’t want to wake you.”

“That’s ok. It was nice sleeping with you. I felt warm and safe, which is funny since I just met you and I’m wearing next to nothin’.” Her smile lit up the dim room as she sat up on the couch and looked towards the windows. “Still raining?”

“Yup, still raining. Don’t know how hard, but by the sounds, it’s still coming down in buckets.”

“Guess I’m not leaving yet,” she said then stopped and looked serious, “ ... unless you want me gone.” She had a little pout on her face as if she wasn’t sure how I would answer.

“Of course you can stay, girl. I couldn’t put you out in weather like this, you’d die of pneumonia in a day,” I said happily, and I meant it too. I wasn’t sure how I was feeling, but I knew I wanted her to stay longer.

“Great! Thank you, Pete!” She jumped up and gave me a hug, the shirt barely clinging to her body as she did so. My hands wrapped around her lower back, just above her small ass. I felt like if I squeezed, I would break her. “I’m going to use the washroom and then maybe take a shower. I feel kind of gross after the past few days on the road.”

“Hold off on the shower for a bit, the water will be freezing cold until I can get that generator working. Worst case, we can boil some water for a bath, but let me check that thing out first, ok?”

“Ok, I’ll wait. Don’t be too long out there though, don’t want you freezing either,” she said, before heading to the bathroom. I took my still-damp coat and flashlight and headed outside into the rain.

As I opened the door outside, I was greeted with grey clouds, moderate winds, and pretty heavy rain. The generator was housed in a small shed attached to the back part of the cabin, so I walked around the outside till I got to the door. There was a lock on the shed, but I knew if someone wanted to break in, not much could stop them. It was more of a mental comfort to me than anything. I unlocked it with my keys, unlatched it, and then popped open the door.

With the door open, there was enough light to see some of the generator components. Checking things out, it looked like one of the spark plugs had corroded which likely caused the fault. I kept a couple of spares for just such occasions, so with a bit of work, I changed them out and gave it a crank. After a few pulls, it spun to life, sputtering and coughing sickly until it got going. The light in the shed flickered on and I knew we were in business. I checked the fuel, almost a full tank of gas, so I knew we’d be good for a couple of days. I locked the shed and headed back to the cabin. I looked down at the faulty plug, ‘Made in China’ of fuckin’ course.

The ice-cold rain poured down as I walked, which served to dampen the impure thoughts I’d had sitting by the fire with Allison. I could control myself. I was thirty-six, not some eighteen-year-old with raging hormones. It would be fine, and it even was nice to have some company here. I never brought girls to the cabin, it was always my private retreat. My pappy was the same way, with Mom never staying here either. Must be some Hackett family, male bonding thing. I know this was where we came after she died. Just the two of us and we barely said a word to each other the entire time.

I entered the cabin to see Allison back on the couch and still wearing my flannel shirt. I took off my coat and hit the light switch and the light in the main room popped on. Allison clapped with glee, her youthful exuberance at taking a shower was palpable.

“Yay, you got it goin’!” she cried in joy.

“Yup, bad spark plug. Give it a little while for the hot water tank to heat up, though before you jump in there. How’d you like some breakfast while you wait?” I offered, knowing how ravenous she seemed the night before.

“I’d love some, I’m starved! What’re you making?”

“How do pancakes, eggs, bacon, and potatoes sound to you?”

“Sounds amazing, anything I can do to help?”

“Well, do you know how to start a fire? If you get that going, you can put the kettle on so we can have some coffee this morning,” I suggested, motioning towards the fireplace.

“Sure thing, I’m on it,” she said as she headed over to the fireplace.

I chopped up some potatoes and got them sizzling in a cast-iron on a small propane stove in the tiny kitchen. There wasn’t much to it other than a few cupboards, the stove, and a small bar fridge. I waited for the potatoes to soften up before starting on the pancakes and bacon. It took a little while, but sometimes those are the best things in life.

I looked over at Allison who was still trying to get the fire going. It seemed like she was having trouble getting the tinder to stay lit, so after I put on some fresh bacon and pancakes into the pan, I went over to help. As I approached, she bent over to blow into the small tinder pile she had made. It stopped me in my tracks as I got a full view of her small round ass. It looked perfect and tight, one that you just want to squeeze from behind. There were no blemishes or marks anywhere on it and I wanted to bury my face in it. I could also see where her bikini covered and where it didn’t, which was less than I expected.

“You doing ok over here?” I asked when my wits returned to me.

“No, I can’t get this stupid thing to catch the other wood,” she replied, her ass still hanging out for me to see.

I walked over to check how she had things set up. It mostly looked good except it seemed to be missing a few smaller pieces of wood that would help catch faster than the larger ones she chose. She followed my suggestion and soon the orange glow returned to the stone fireplace. I suggested she let it burn for a little bit before adding more wood. She placed the kettle on the grill and returned to the kitchen.

“The food smells great. I can’t wait to dig in,” she said, licking her luscious lips.

“It’s almost done, how do you like your eggs?” I asked as she leaned over to look at my cooking.

“Sunny Side up, chef,” she teased, giving me a playful slap on the shoulder.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, breaking the eggs on the side of the pan and letting the whites cook nicely before seasoning them with a little salt and pepper. Soon, I filled our plates with a nice selection of food, and we sat down on the couch to eat.

The meal must have been tasty because Allison devoured half the things on her plate before the coffee was even ready. She was sitting with one leg dangling off the couch while the other was tucked under herself. This would have been fine to cover her privates but when I went to pour her some coffee, I could see her smooth mons and pink inner slit from her open leg. I tried to ignore it as I filled her cup but lost focus and nearly spilled hot coffee on her hand.

“Oops, careful there Petey,” she yelped, as the mug was filled to the rim.

“Sorry, wasn’t paying attention,” I replied before I filled my mug and sat back down.

We chatted a bit as we finished eating, but she was still coy about where she was from, or any real details about herself. I thought it was strange, wondering if she was escaping from something or someone. I didn’t press the issue though, as again, it wasn’t my place to interfere with her life. She asked me about the cabin and all the pictures and things on the wall. I told her some stories of trips up here with my dad. Fishing, hunting, and just escaping life for a while. It was nice to have someone to talk to now and then, I thought to myself. I was so used to the guys at the construction sites talking about stupid shit or girls they hooked up with. It was weird to have an adult conversation with someone who might not even be one.

We sat with empty plates just chatting and drinking coffee as the fireplace crackled with warmth. When the mugs were drained, I collected the dishes and placed them in the sink. Allison asked if the shower would be hot enough yet and I thought it would be, so she disappeared into the bathroom while I washed up.