Chapter 3

Later that evening, when Sam pulled up in front on Sally's house, she saw her waiting on the front porch with a small suitcase. She smiled when she saw the young girl's beaming face. Although she had second-guessed her decision since she had agreed to go, Sally's enthusiasm made her feel better. Besides, it would be a chance to rest and get away from the pressure she was feeling. At least for one day.

Sally jumped into the car with a cheery hello, throwing her bag into the back seat. Then she directed Sam toward the interstate and then to a two-lane road, heading north.

The two women talked like high school friends as they drove. Sam barely noticed the time,, or that the road was getting increasingly narrow. When she did, she realized that they were in the middle of mountains and it had begun to snow. Instead of being worried, Sam felt excited, almost exuberant.

"So, where is your family this weekend?" Sam asked.

"Well, my Dad travels a lot and over the past year, we don't come up here much together anymore. I go by myself occasionally though. But, unfortunately, not since school started."

"Aren't you afraid of being out in the wilderness alone?"

"No. It's really very comforting. I build a fire and have some wine... oops soda and ski until my heart's content."

"Well, I'm glad we could do this. I really needed a break," Sam said glancing at the teenager.

Sally was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white sweater, which emphasized her shapely breasts. Normally, she didn't wear something so tight because of the size of her breasts. However, she knew that Sam had peeked at them on plenty of occasions and she naughtily wanted to put them on display. That excited her tremendously.

Sam tried to keep from staring at the younger woman's breasts. She knew how men often ogled women. Yet, after looking at Sally she knew why. Although her breasts were large, they were firm without a hint of sag. She could tell from the way that they bounced as she had gotten into the car that she was not wearing a bra and from her observation, rarely did. No panties and no bra; teenagers today! she thought and shivered. My mother would have killed me.

The time flew by as they chatted about everything from politics to religion. They stopped once to use a restroom and picked up some perishables to take to the cabin. After that it took about a half hour before they reached a small one-lane road that led further into the mountains. By that time, the snow was coming down heavily.

"Are we almost there?" Sam asked struggling to see through the blowing snow.

"Yes, it's just a couple more miles."

Soon they saw a log cabin sitting on a small hill with trees almost hiding it.

"We're here," Sally said excitedly.

Sam parked the SUV in front and they pulled their bags out and walked through the snow to the door. Sally found a key under the mat and opened the door.

"Wow," Sam said as she stepped inside and looked around. It was a relatively modern cabin with a single large room with a vaulted ceiling, a loft for the bedroom, a kitchen and one bathroom. There was a large fireplace dominating one wall and the cabin was furnished with comfortable but rustic furniture. On one side of the main room was a staircase that led to the loft where there was a king-sized bed. Fortunately, the place had electricity and running water. Sam had begun to wonder about that as they had trekked further into the wilderness. "This is very nice," Sam said, more than a little relieved.

"Thank you. Nobody has been here for a couple of months. However, my Dad said it is well stocked with food and the snowmobiles are all gassed up. We have everything we need to stay a month."

"I hope we don't have to use it," Sam laughed as she looked out the window at the falling snow.

Neither of them had listened to the weather or they would have heard that the area was in for a major blizzard.

"I'll get a fire started and you can take your stuff up to the loft," Sally said, taking off her coat.

"Thanks," Sam answered as she took her small suitcase up the stairs. When she was in the loft, she looked over the railing and sighed contentedly. This was going to be real nice she thought.

"There are some sheets in the closet up there," Sally called up as she put some wood in the fireplace. The house had heat but Sally preferred to use the fireplace because a fire would heat the place up easily. Besides, it was so much more romantic! Sally thought and then felt her face turn warm.

As Sam pulled the sheets from the closet, she suddenly wondered where Sally was going to sleep. Then the thought occurred to her that maybe she expected them to sleep together. The thought was a little disconcerting, as she hadn't slept with another person, even a lover, other than her husband since she was very small. She wasn't comfortable with that but she wasn't sure how to ask Sally.

When Sam came back down, Sally had a roaring fire going and she had fixed them some hot chocolate that she had sitting on the hearth.

"I thought we would sit by the fire for a little girl talk and have some hot chocolate," Sally beamed.

"Wonderful," Sam said, settling down on a large bearskin rug in front of the fire. She groaned and said, "I feel like a pretzel after that drive."

"Sorry," Sally said and sat down next to her as she handed her a cup of hot chocolate.

The wind was whipping outside, blowing the snow sideways and whistling through the pine trees. The snow was accumulating at over four inches an hour. Neither of the women noticed as they sat and talked quietly by the fire.

Sally went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of brandy. "This should help to warm us up," she said as she poured a long shot into the cup that Sam held out.

"Are you old enough to drink, young lady?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Almost," she returned with a cute grin.

"Well, as long as you're not going to drive."

In a little while the bottle was missing more than a few shots and Sam was feeling very relaxed. "So do you have a boyfriend?" she asked.

"No, not right now. I've dated some since I started college but all the boys seem so immature. They only want one thing," she giggled. "If you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean."

"So how long have you been married?" Sally asked.

"About five years."

"Larry seems like a nice guy," Sally said. "He's a little older than you right?"

The innocence of youth! Sam thought and then she smiled. "Uh... yes he is."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess that wasn't a polite question," Sally giggled nervously and took another drink of her spiked hot chocolate.

"No, you just asked what everyone thinks but are afraid to ask. That's refreshing," she said with a smile. "Larry and I met when I was working on my graduate degree. He is twenty years older than I am. When we met, I felt the same way as you about the boys at school being so immature. Larry came along and we just clicked. He's good to me but he is kind of stuck in his ways. I guess that's one of the downsides to being married to an 'older' man. He was married once before and actually has a daughter almost as old as me."

"You're not old," Sally blurted and then blushed.

"Thank you sweetie. Sometimes I feel old now days."

The room was silent for a while and then Sally spoke, the alcohol loosening her tongue. "So, is he good in the sack?" Sally blurted and then giggled. "Oh... sorry, I can be mouthy when I drink," she said with a pretty blush.

"It's okay. I guess the answer is that he used to be but I think the stress of his job and maybe his age has slowed him down. The truth is that sex was never that big of a deal to me. I guess that I have never really figured out what all the hoopla was about anyway."

"I know what you mean. I had my first sex in the back of my boyfriend's car at sixteen. I didn't get much pleasure and it hurt. I've had a few others over the last two years but I haven't seen any fireworks yet myself... other than when I... I do it myself," she said and averted her eyes. Then she looked back at her and added, "Then I can fantasize about whatever I want."

Sam smiled again at the teenager and opened her eyes in mock surprise at her revelation. "Yes... sometimes we all have to take things into our own hands," she laughed and turned red.

Sam could feel that tingling between her thighs and thought that they had better change the subject. She turned to set her cup on the hearth. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as a sharp pain raced through her neck. She reached up and rubbed the back of her neck.

"What's wrong?"

"I guess sitting for three hours tightened up my neck. It felt like someone just put a dagger in me. I hurt my neck years ago playing volleyball and it has bothered me ever since."

"Well, you're in luck ma'am, 'cause I worked last summer at an exercise facility. I learned the art of therapeutic massage," Sally said with a grin. "Turn around."

Sam turned her back to Sally and felt her hands on her shoulders. A chill went down her spine as she began to massage the knotted muscles in her neck. "Oh God, that feels wonderful," she said almost swooning backward into the young girl.

Sally massaged her for a few minutes and then said, "Your entire back is tight. Why don't you get a hot shower and then come back and I'll work the kinks out?"

"That sounds really good right now."

A half-hour later, Sam came out of the bathroom dressed in a cut off pullover tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. The pants had shrunk a bit since she last wore them and were a little too tight. However, she hadn't brought a lot of clothes so she didn't have much choice. She didn't have a bra on under the shirt and her breasts swayed freely as she walked, making her feel a bit uncomfortable but also very naughty. She didn't know what was getting into her lately.

Sally was waiting in front of the fire with a large towel laid out on the sofa. She had changed into a pair of blue sweatpants and top. While Sam was gone, Sally drank a few more shots of whiskey for courage and was feeling very relaxed. She watched as the older woman approached. She could see the fullness of her breasts and the nipples poking through the thin cotton. Suddenly, she felt a little electric shock between her legs. Unlike Sam, Sally had realized some years ago that she liked looking at women and in fact, she liked looking quite a bit. Over the past several years, she found herself often dreaming of what sex with a woman would be like. While she hadn't acted on it, she knew that it was more than a passing curiosity and had masturbated to it often. Most of the time the woman in her fantasy was Sam.

Although Sally really believed that she hadn't tricked Sam into coming to the cabin in order to seduce her, the thought had crossed her mind. However, she also knew that she really didn't know how to go about seducing someone and she certainly didn't want to jeopardize her friendship with Sam at this early stage.

"Listen, we don't have to do this," Sam said. "My neck feels much better." However, when she saw the disappointed look on Sally's face she added, "But it's okay if you still want to though."

"Of course. It's not often I get a beautiful woman in my grasps. Most of the women at the health club are older and frankly kind of dried up!" Then she giggled and placed her hand over her mouth.

Sam could tell that Sally had had one too many and just smiled. "How do you want me?"