Naturally, Jenny slept so soundly that the fire went out. She woke to Dan starting it back up. She rolled off the couch wanting to help. “I’m sorry, Dan.”
“No problem. Go back to bed. I was just freezing and figured you were asleep.” He got a roaring fire going and headed back to his room. She knew he was cold and took pity on him. “Wait.”
Dan turned around, “Yeah?”
“Come over until your room gets warm.” She sat up and lifted the blankets. Dan walked over and she threw the covers over him. They sat there in the dark watching the fire. Jenny was exceedingly aware of his body being so close to hers. Even though they weren’t touching, she could feel the cold radiating off his skin. She moved over and pressed against him, giving him some of her warmth. It was the least she could do after letting the fire die.
“Thanks,” he said, not moving a muscle.
The crackle of the fire was soothing. The way the light shifted and flickered over the walls had a hypnotic quality to it. “Dan?”
He turned his head towards her. Jenny felt the sudden urge to kiss him. She lifted her chin so that their lips met. Jenny felt an exhilarating thrill course through her when he pressed his mouth against hers. She pulled away in shock having never felt that before.
“Wow,” he murmured. After a few seconds he asked, “Was it good for you?”
“Yeah, like scary good.”
“Likewise.”
They sat staring at the flames again. Jenny was unsure what to do. A kiss was excusable. Not good, but excusable. More than that and they were asking for trouble.
“I think my room is warm enough,” Dan said, quickly getting up and moving away. She noticed he walked stiffly.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” Jenny called after him.
Dan waved his hand without looking back. He closed the door, effectively shutting out any chance of warmth. Why would he do that?
She lay back down on the couch, trying to forget the way his kiss made her feel. The growing wetness between her legs belied her attempt. Maybe Dan was in that room jerking off while thinking of her. The thought completely turned her on. A short time later, he cracked the door open and went back to bed.
She was jealous of a man’s ability to do that. Just a simple hand motion on their hard member and they could find release. Her? Masturbation never worked, but tonight she was desperate. Jenny fumbled with her clit, getting her fingers all wet in the process. She rubbed it this way and that, but all it ever produced was more tension, not blessed release. Finally, she gave up in frustration. She squeezed her legs tightly shut and forced herself to think about work. It was hours before she was able to fall back to sleep.
It seemed like a couple of minutes later when she heard Dan moving logs onto the fire. “Morning Sunshine.”
“What? It’s morning already?”
“Yep, got you a cup of joe on the counter there if you want it.”
Jenny wiped the sleep from her eyes and was assaulted with her musky smell. She put her hands down quickly, blushing. Jenny washed her hands in the melted snow in the kitchen sink. Then she grabbed the hot mug and drank its warm goodness. “Just the right temp,” she purred.
“Good.” Dan walked over to the counter and picked up his own mug. “So how did you sleep?”
Jenny wasn’t about to tell him the truth, so she answered, “Probably as well as you.”
“Not well, huh?”
She crinkled her brow. “You didn’t sleep?”
“Not really. Couldn’t get you off my mind.”
Jenny’s pulse increased. Knowing he spent the night thinking about her was hard to take. “You probably shouldn’t tell me that.”
“Why?”
“We are stuck here, Dan. We need to be adults about this.”
“I was thinking about that, actually. You know as well as I do that both Ryan and Kelly are going to assume something happened no matter what we say. It’s just the way things are. Two attractive people stuck in a cabin for a week…it’s bound to happen.”
“What’s your point?”
“Well, if we are going to be accused of it anyway, why not enjoy the experience?”
Jenny shook her head. “You just won’t give up, will you?”
“After last night’s kiss? No way.”
She blushed, thinking back on the experience. “It was a fluke. It’s the whole stolen kiss thing. That’s all it was.”
“Wanna prove it?”
She scoffed at him. “Yeah right.”
“No, seriously. If we kiss and both of us don’t feel something, I’ll stop hounding you. Cross my heart.” Dan made a cross motion over his heart and smiled charmingly.
“You’re pathetic, you know that?”
“I think you’re chicken because you know I’m right.”
“Don’t start with me. You know I hate being called a chicken.”
He nodded with a grin. “Yes, I do.”
Jenny rolled her eyes and walked over to Dan. Here in the daylight with no romantic fire things would be different. He tried to put his arms around her, but she stopped him. “You said nothing about hugging, mister. A kiss. That’s it.”
A smile played across his lips. “Fine.” Dan put his hands behind his back and waited.
She tried to calm the butterflies as she tiptoed up to kiss him. For a second she hesitated, afraid that he might be right - but no. She knew better and needed to prove it. Jenny gently pressed her mouth against his firm lips. He snuck a hand around and grasped the back of her neck. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she felt fireworks go off. The desire she felt all night instantly reignited. She unwillingly moaned and had to pull away. It was disconcerting.
Dan’s hair fell in his eyes and he brushed it back all cute-like. “Well?”
Jenny turned from him. “Didn’t feel a thing.”
He snuck up behind her and growled softly in her ear, “Yeah, I’m buying that.”
Her heart raced when she felt the warmth of his breath on her neck. “Please don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Dan asked, as he moved her hair and gently kissed the back of her neck.
She felt an electric jolt travel straight to her groin. “Don’t make me want you.”
Dan chuckled warmly, “But you already do.”
Jenny closed her eyes. Her body was desperate for more, but they couldn’t. It wasn’t in the cards for them. She pulled away and pretended to straighten the kitchen.
Dan let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, you win. I’ll stop hounding you.”
She felt almost disappointed. “Good, why don’t we finish our poker game?”
“Fine,” Dan grumbled. Then he added condescendingly, “I don’t see the point. You are so behind now you don’t have a chance of catching up.”
“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.” She dealt out the cards. In no time flat, she was out of pretzels. “How did you do that?”
“I’m on a winning streak and you’re not.”
Jenny pouted. She hated to lose and today it was especially humiliating. “I demand a rematch.”
“Nope. You need collateral in order to play. I do have a suggestion though. You could bet with clothing.”
“Strip poker? You can’t be serious.”
“I am completely serious,” Dan answered with a devilish glint in his eye. He started dealing out the cards. “You in?”
So much for him giving up on getting her in bed, but Jenny eagerly took up the challenge. “Okay, but only if I can pull out of the game at any time.”
“It’s a deal.”
Jenny was pleasantly surprised when she beat his hand. “Since I’m the winner, I get to pick the piece of clothing,” she announced.
“Okay by me.”
“Your shirt.”
Dan kept a straight face as he pulled off his sweater. Jenny couldn’t help gazing at his naked chest. She had only seen him shirtless from a distance once when she watched him play basketball outside Kelly’s apartment.
“Your turn to deal.”
Jenny looked down at the cards. Seeing his skin unnerved her. Jenny shuffled the cards and dealt them out. It seemed her luck had changed when she won the next hand. “Your belt.”
“Interesting choice,” Dan replied, as he undid the buckle and whipped it out of the belt loops. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor made her blush. She was glad he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
Dan dealt the next hand. Jenny won with a pair of queens. She whistled enthusiastically. “I am on a roll now, Baby! Socks next.”
“Both?”
“Yep.”
He dutifully took off his socks, exposing the manly fur on his feet. Dan wiggled his toes for her benefit. She quickly dealt out the next hand and then stopped. Was he losing on purpose? Jenny raised her eyebrow and stared at him thoughtfully.
“What?”
“My sudden winning streak seems a little suspicious.”
“I see. You doubt your own card skills.”
Jenny puckered her lips in concentration. She finished dealing and let out a happy squeal when she saw her hand, totally forgetting to keep a poker face. Jenny laid down two aces in triumph and then gasped when Dan showed her a three of a kind. He grinned mischievously. “Shirt.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Do not shirk on a bet, Jenny. It’s bad manners.”
In a quick move so she wouldn’t second-guess herself, Jenny whipped off her sweater. She was grateful that her bra hid her assets. Jenny looked over at the fire, not wanting to see the expression on Dan’s face.
“Nice. Not quite what I was expecting, but nice.”
Jenny glanced down at her chest and burned with mortification. She forgot she was wearing her ancient smiley face bra. It was her most comfortable intimate apparel, but definitely not her sexiest. Ryan never cared what she wore.
“Enough gawking. Just deal the cards.”
Dan chuckled and dealt the next hand. Jenny heart raced. She had three Jacks and laid them down with a whoop. Dan smiled and showed her a flush. “Bra.”
Jenny sputtered. “Not the bra. Let me take off my socks.”
“Nope. The bra that keeps smiling back at me must go.”
Jenny’s hands trembled as she unclasped the back and slowly let her favorite bra fall from her shoulders. Dan expression changed from amusement to adoration in the blink of an eye. Jenny blushed and instinctively covered her chest with her hands.
“No, you have to let me see them. It’s the rules.”
Jenny’s body tingled as she removed her hands and let him look at her breasts. “Had enough?” she finally asked.
“Never.”
She picked up the deck and started shuffling. Dan’s eyes never left her chest. Jenny quickly fanned her cards out and put them in front of her, effectively blocking his view.
Thankfully, she won with a king high. With more enthusiasm then she meant to reveal, Jenny cried out, “Pants!”
Dan feigned shyness as he slowly stood up and undid the button on his jeans. He let them fall to the floor. Jenny couldn’t help noticing the large bulge in his boxers. “Like what you see?”
The heat rushed to her cheeks. “Not really.”
“That’s only because you can’t see what’s underneath.”
“I think I am done with the game.”
“So soon? You were winning.”
“Somehow, either way it seems you are the one winning.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “If you want to wimp out, that’s your business. But the rules state that we both have to keep our clothes off the rest of the day.”
Jenny had a sneaking suspicion he was making it up, but she was willing to play along. “Better put some more logs on the fire then, I feel a little cold.”
“I can tell,” he said with a smirk, gazing brazenly at her nipples.
“Me, too,” she smiled wickedly, staring at his crotch. Dan moved to put more wood on, laughing under his breath.
What the hell were they doing? “We can’t have sex, Dan,” she blurted. “I would never forgive myself.”
Once Dan had a hot fire going, he turned around and asked, “What constitutes overstepping the bounds? How far is too far?”
Jenny frowned. She hadn’t thought about it before. “Well, we definitely can’t make love. My vagina is off limits.”
“Okay.”
“So what does that really leave? I don’t think it’s worth even bothering with.”
“I disagree. It leaves us many options I’m open to exploring. What about you?”
Ryan and she pretty much just fucked. Every now and then, they did a little oral but neither of them was much into it. Jenny felt rather sorry for Dan. Without penetration, neither would have much fun. “Well, I suppose if you’re still willing I am.”
“Good.” Dan walked over and pulled her close, kissing Jenny without even asking. Her breasts pressed against his naked chest. The electricity it caused left Jenny breathless afterwards. It might be a little enjoyable after all. “What do you want to try first?” he asked.
Jenny sighed. “What? You want me to suck on you?” It seemed the most obvious choice.
“Nah, how about you play with yourself while I watch.”
Jenny looked at him in horror. “No way. I can’t do that.”
“Why not? I’ve fantasized about it for years.”
She hated to admit the truth, but figured honesty was the best policy. “I don’t do that really. I guess I’m one of those weird girls who only like cock.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“Well, it’s a fact. Want me to suck on you now?”
“No. I want to help you play with yourself.”
Jenny felt her whole body flush. “I can’t do that, Dan. It’d be too embarrassing.”
“Why?” He leaned over and whispered hoarsely, “Nothing would turn me on more than watching you get yourself off.”
Even though Jenny knew she was facing certain humiliation, she let Dan guide her to the couch. He slowly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. She was grateful she’d worn lacy panties at least. Dan pulled off his boxers and lay on the sofa, motioning her to join him. Jenny stared at his thick cock. It was definitely different from Ryan’s long and thin one.
Jenny hesitantly lay down next to him, staring up at the log ceiling afraid to make eye contact. Dan took her hand and moved it to her pussy. “Play with yourself.” Jenny reluctantly stuck her hand under her panties and fumbled with her clit like she always did. “That sweet,” he murmured. He shimmied off her underwear and put his finger next to hers. Dan started rubbing at a faster rate, applying more pressure than she ever did. It instantly caused a warm sensation throughout her groin area. “Now you try it,” he told her.
Jenny had to swallow her pride as she attempted to flick herself with the same enthusiasm he had. “Faster,” he encouraged. Soon her sensitive clit was singing under her own touch. She felt his hard cock push into her thigh, the wetness of his precome leaving a trail on her leg. There was no doubt that Dan enjoyed watching her.
“I am not going to enter you with my fingers, have no fear. I just want to touch your luscious pussy while you play with yourself.” Jenny stifled a gasp when he felt around her inner lips. It was thrilling to have his fingers exploring her while she stimulated her clit.
“So wet and swollen. I can tell you’re close, Jenny.” His confidence and manly touch heightened her arousal. The fact that Dan was about to witness her first manual come excited her for some reason. He leaned down and sucked on her breast for the first time. She cried out and felt a strong contraction in her loins. “So close…,” he whispered and then sucked her nipple harder.
Jenny closed her eyes as the fire between her legs reached a level she’d never gotten to before. Her back automatically arched as another contraction hit sending her over the edge. Jenny whimpered in pleasure as wave after wave rolled over her.
“So damn sexy,” Dan growle
d after her climax ended. He took her wet hand and placed it on his cock. Jenny shifted so she was facing him and then she started stroking his shaft. “Kiss me. This won’t take long.”
Dan plundered her lips while Jenny caressed his thick tool vigorously. He groaned in her mouth as he stiffened. Jenny felt his cock spasm just before hot come shot onto her stomach. His dick continued pulsating in her hand as he released a full load.
He opened his eyes and smiled at her. “I told you it wouldn’t take long.”
“Is that normally the case for you?” she asked innocently, although it was meant as a joke.
He gazed at her with tender emotion. “No, only when I’m in the presence of a woman I’ve wanted for far too long.”
Jenny had no witty retort to fire back. “Ah…”
Dan kissed her cheek. “Did you enjoy it?”
“More than I thought,” she admitted.
“Good, because this is only the beginning.”
Jenny laughed as she scooted off the couch and got up. “This was a one-time deal, Dan.”
“Oh no, we have days together and I plan to take full advantage of them.”
“In your dreams.”
After they cleaned up, Dan suggested the two of them to dress since the night air was creeping into the cabin. They spent the evening sipping wine and talking about their childhoods. Dan asked Jenny to put her feet on his lap while they talked. He massaged them in the most delightful way while they shared more about themselves.
“I’ve always felt jealous of Kelly when you rubbed her feet,” Jenny confessed. “Ryan can’t stand feet. He almost gagged the one time he rubbed them for me.
“Ryan is a fool. These are beautiful feet.”
Jenny felt bad for complaining, so she hastily added, “Hey, don’t get me wrong. Ryan is amazing in bed. We can go for hours.”
“I’m sure,” answered Dan, bending over and kissing each toe. The intimate gesture made her tremble inside. Man, he was a good lover.
It was a relief to Jenny when he went to sleep in his own room. She was afraid that with too much contact, she’d forget her vow not to make love to him. Jenny held onto the notion that a little fingering wasn’t dangerous. In fact, she had learned something valuable.