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From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"Cabin Fever"FF(1/4)
Date: Mon,  5 Feb 2001 15:10:08 -0500
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	Cabin Fever
	by Ann Douglas
     (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part 1


	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.
	"So who needs a suit,"  Maria asked as she
stood up and pulled off her T-shirt, revealing a
bare set of large tanned breasts.  "It's not like
there's anyone else here but us girls."
        Her shorts followed as Carol and Brandy
decided that it wasn't a bad idea after all and
followed her lead.  It took them a bit longer as
unlike Maria, they never went without
undergarments.
	Figuring when in Rome, Julia shed her
own clothes as well, finishing just as the first three
splashed their way into the lake.  Sabrina was the
last of them to strip, seeming to wait until Julia
made up her mind to join in.  The ponytailed
redhead thought that was a very nice thing for her
to do.  If Julia hadn't wanted to go
skinny-dipping, than at least she wouldn't have
been the only one.
	All five of them splashed around for a
short time, just enough to cool down.  One by
one, they exited the water, picking up one of the
large oversized beach towels that were still piled
near the landing.  No one seemed to be in a hurry
to get dressed, preferring to dry off by the fire
first.
	It seemed funny to Julia, all of them sitting
around naked like this.  Funny, but not the least
bit uncomfortable.  In fact, after a while, it seemed
perfectly natural.  Sitting there, her mind
wandering as she looked into the fire, she found
herself wondering if any of the other girls had
been checking her out.
	Julia had always believed that girls were
almost as interested in each other's bodies as any
guy might be.  If only for the purpose of
comparison, to see how each of them stacked up
against each other so to speak.  They just weren't
as obvious about it as men.
	It was Sabrina, Julia had decided, that had
the nicest body.  Brandy had much larger breasts,
at least a 36D, but Sabrina's were more rounded
and perfectly proportional to the rest of her body.
	Carol had the smallest and firmest ass in
the bunch, for which Julia wanted to immediately
hate her.  Carol also had skin as dark as the night
which Julia thought highly erotic.  She was the
first black girl the redhead had ever seen naked.
	Maria, the final member of the group was
on the chunky side and had been since she was a
teenager.  Yet surprisingly enough, she was also
the one most comfortable with her body and the
least reluctant to show it off.



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