Cabin Fever (2 page)

“Do you mind if we spend the night?” Patrick inquired.

Sandra coughed and cleared her throat. It wouldn’t be the first time they stayed over. She had guest rooms, and they all crashed at each other’s places once in a while. But truth be told she wanted to finish her new reading material. The adult magazine she’d picked up,
Just for Women
had all kinds of hot, sexy stories in it. She’d been stuck on the same damn story for the past few weeks, but something always interrupted her.

She’d just gotten into the story the previous night when Rhonda called to give her the latest drama from her hair salon. Tonight was supposed to be Me Night. Sandra had it all planned, too: a glass of wine, a hot bath, a hot story, and maybe some self-pleasuring.

Each time she’d tried to read it, Sandra pictured Sean and Patrick as the men involved. She shook those images out of her head and tried to insert some other dude. Like Kenny, another trainer at Boot Camp. But it never worked. His face would haze over and be replaced with either Sean’s or Patrick’s. She had to mentally slap herself, because that would not do. They were her buddies.

Her two
fine
buddies.

Patrick was the epitome of dark and dangerous-looking, with Native American blood, and it showed nicely. Dark, shaggy hair fell to his collar, and he had what seemed like a permanent five-o-clock shadow. High cheekbones completed the bad-boy appearance, tempered with a slight hint of goofiness in his lopsided smile. His eyes were dark and brooding, which matched his personality at times. But Sandra had learned to deal with it.

Sean represented the blond, carefree, optimistic—and gorgeous type. His personality was the polar opposite of his friend’s. She loved the contrast of the two. She loved being included in their lives. Nothing intimate could ever happen between them.

But one could dream.

Sandra put the popcorn and drinks together in the kitchen, while the guys sat in the den flipping through the DVDs they’d rented.

“Monster movie or buddy film?” Sean hollered.

“The monster movie. There’s too much testosterone in this house as it is,” Sandra yelled back. Patrick’s infectious laugh urged her to hurry and join them.

She entered the room with her arms full. “Someone go in the kitchen for the sodas.” Sandra placed the buckets carefully on the table. “And there’s a bowl of extra melted butter on the counter.”

“What do you want to do after the movie?” Patrick reached for the popcorn.

“Go to bed.”
And try to finish reading one article, damn it!

“The movie is only two hours. You’re that tired? Or you really have something better to do that doesn’t include us?”

Ironically, the thing she wanted to do did include them, if only in her imagination. What would she say?
Hey, let’s read these sex stories and play some of them out?

Sandra sat in her favorite chair and watched Patrick program the DVD player.

“You want commentary while watching?” he asked.

“Yeah, why not? It will be interesting to hear how and why they made this movie.” She chuckled.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” Sean returned with the drinks and the butter.

“You never answered my question, Sandra,” Patrick said.

“What question?” Sean asked, setting the things down.

“He asked what I wanted to do after the movie. I told him, go to bed.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Sean wiggled his brows. “We might join you.”

“What?”

“You have the guest bedrooms ready, don’t you?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Sandra laughed nervously. She pushed play on the remote and grabbed her soda and popcorn.

“Wait. What did you think?” Patrick cocked his head toward her.

“Huh? Oh, nothing.” Sandra sat back and nibbled on her popcorn. “Roll ’em.”

Three hours later, she woke up on Sean’s lap. The DVD had played out to the blue screen. She tried getting up, but his arm was draped over her shoulder. He and Patrick were knocked out as well.

“Hey, sleepyheads.” Sandra nudged Sean. “Go to your rooms.”

“Wha…who?” He stretched and yawned. “That movie must have been thrilling. It put us all to sleep. You heard the lady.” He pushed his buddy to the floor.

“Hey! Watch it, man.” Patrick rubbed his arm and climbed to his knees. “Did we all fall asleep on the couch—together?” He threw Sean a cocky grin.

Sandra couldn’t read it, and wasn’t sure if she wanted to, but something passed between them. She’d learned a long time ago the male brain could be dangerous.

“Yep, now the warden wants us all to go to our rooms.” Sean yawned and stretched his arms out.

“I think we were doing fine on the couch. Don’t you think?” Patrick winked, staring at Sandra with intense interest.

“No,” Sandra said, wrapping her arms around herself.
Besides, I was asleep, so I have no idea how it felt for you two
. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed. The weekend only lasts so long.”

“I’m kidding, hon.” Patrick stood up and yawned, too. He looked over at the clock. “Besides, the couch isn’t that comfortable anyway.”

“Exactly. That’s why I have comfy beds upstairs. And I paid a lot of money for that custom mattress.”

“Ah, so your concern is more of an economic thing, not the fact that you were sleeping with the both of us.” Sean threw her a disarming smile.

“Please, stop joking.” He got her hot thinking of the possibilities. If she asked them to join her upstairs, would they jump at the chance? Not a bad idea—if they weren’t such good friends.

She’d always considered herself the luckiest woman in the world; to have two gorgeous men as best buds. A lot of women envied her. Her best friend Rhonda always reminded her she lived every straight woman’s fantasy. She had not one, but two men to choose from. But was she really lucky? It wasn’t like they were asking her out on an official date.

No
. She gazed at them like the expensive paintings she hung on her wall.

***

Sandra had a quick shower before hitting the sheets. Anything to distract her from her overnight guests. She dressed in her flannel pajamas and crawled between the covers. The nights chilled as winter came with a vengeance, and her Pomeranian could only do so much in keeping her warm.

Arf!
As if on cue, Killer jumped up next to her.

“Hey, you.” Sandra rubbed her belly, then placed the dog at the bottom of the bed. “I think I’m going to use you as a foot warmer tonight.”

Arf!

After a few minutes of pretending to watch the weather channel, she switched off the television and turned on the lamp on her bedside table. She opened the drawer and fished out her magazine, determined to finish the article.

“Okay, where was I?” She flipped to one of the many dog-eared pages and started reading. All the stories amazed her. They weren’t particularly romantic. In fact, they bordered on porn, but they were all told from a woman’s perspective. This one turned out to be about a gal in Montana making out with two of her new farmhands.
Goes to show you there’s more than farming happening in the Midwest
. She snickered as she turned the page.

What really attracted her attention was that some women actually acted on their sexual fantasies and that most of them did it with strangers. Few did it with someone familiar. Like her, most didn’t want to either ruin their friendships or be judged. Sandra sighed and put the magazine down. Why did life have to be so difficult?

Going back to the magazine, she read blow-by-blow accounts of each woman’s encounter. “Finally, the good stuff.”

She snuggled down in the bed, nearly kicking Killer off the edge. “Sorry.” She returned to the first story. It started with the woman on her farm in Montana. She had two hot new farmhands working for her, and she wondered what it would be like to have sex with them. Sandra rolled her eyes. If this wasn’t a Penthouse letter…. She skipped to the good part.

The sexy farmhands came to the house for their chores for the day. The only chore she had for them was to do her.

Hmmm, looks like Farmer John wanted to plow more than land
.

The farmhands, more than willing to get to work, grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom. Before the woman knew it, one man kissed, sucked, and caressed every part of her body while the other either watched or joined in periodically.

The woman feigned fear as they continued to be aggressive and threw her on the bed. One began eating her out. The other sucked her breasts.

At this point, Sandra would normally be hot as hell. But thinking of the guys as anyone other than Patrick or Sean left her cold.

Maybe if I give myself a little help
. Sandra slipped her finger between her folds as she read how the woman tried to scramble off the bed, but the strong farmhands pinned her down and continued their sexual pleasuring. The woman orgasmed three times as they continued to have their way with her.

After a while, she succumbed to the pleasure and began to participate more by taking one man’s cock in her mouth and sucking it.

Sandra’s fingers pumped her pussy faster. So very easy to imagine Sean or Patrick in bed with her, while reading.
Why do I always think about them?

Would
she
back down if
her
fantasy came true? Or would she continue to see how far she would go?

Again, she replaced her friends’ faces with others. Reading about the woman, now on her back and being fucked silly by one of the farmhands really pushed Sandra over the edge. The woman described creaming all over the sheets like a waterfall and feeling the hardness and strength of the farmhand’s cock as it plunged in and out of her soaking pussy, as the other caressed her, waiting for his turn to fuck her.

Sandra put the magazine aside and reached into the nightstand to grab her favorite toy. She plunged it into her dripping pussy. She pumped it in and out as if she were in a race against time.

Determined to think of someone else and not of the two men she called her pals, she imagined another trainer. “Mmm, Kenny your cock feels so good and hard. Oh, Jerry your lips are so hot. Go faster, baby, harder.” Sandra used both hands, wrapping them around her dildo and pumping frantically, shifting only to massage her breasts. “Ah, that feels so good.”

A knock came on the door.

“Hey, Sandra, where are the towels? I thought I found them in the cabinet last time,” Sean hollered.

Sandra stopped mid-pump. Frustrated, so close to coming, she slammed the dildo down. “They’re under the sink,” she croaked out.

“Thanks. Need anything before I hit the hay?”

Just for you to go away, so I can finish
. “Ah, no, I’m good. Good night!”

“’Night.”

Sandra reached under her sheets, fearing the interruption had cooled her off. But no, she was still hot and wet. The worst part—Sean’s and Patrick’s images had become ingrained in her mind. She decided not to fight it anymore. When she slipped the vibrator back in her pussy, it slid right in with no resistance. She resumed her pumping action, quickly reaching the point of no return.

“Oh yes, you feel so fucking hot,” she whispered. Sandra’s hips gyrated with the movement of the vibrator. Faster and faster, her hips went up and down.

After what seemed liked hours, Sandra stiffened and let out a low moan. She sank into her sheets, sweaty, exhausted, and yet still frustrated.

No matter which man she thought of, whether faceless or someone familiar, they could never replace Sean or Patrick.

And that was the problem.

As Sean finished showering, a knock came on the bedroom door. “Come in.”

“I hoped tonight would be the night I would be in Sandra’s bed, not in the guest bedroom, with the creepy doll on the dresser,” Patrick groused.

“She still has that doll from Coney Island? Ewww, as Sandra would say.”

Patrick laughed. “Do you have any plans on how to approach her? I’m so desperate, I’ll even listen to
your
ideas.”

Sean threw him a look, grabbing his pajama top. “Thanks a lot. I’m working on it.”

Patrick threw one back at him.

“No, really, I’m working on it. You don’t bring things up like ménage a trois, or sex for that matter, in normal conversation, especially with your best friend and co-worker.”

“I guess you’re right.” Patrick sat down on the bench at the foot of the bed. “So when
do
you bring it up?”

Sean sighed and threw down his bath towel. “That’s the part of the plan that I haven’t worked out yet. I do know one thing. When we bring it up, we can’t make it seem so serious.”

“Uh-huh.” Patrick got up. “This should be good.” He closed the door behind him as he left.

Sean dropped onto the bed and turned on the television. He glanced over at a picture of the three of them on vacation in Milan during Fashion Week. Sandra had to go, no matter the cost. He and Patrick bought the tickets. Both of them had fallen asleep at the show, but he was sure Sandra stayed wide awake in her personal fashion heaven. All those crazy outfits had her hyped up for days. So the day before they left for home, he and Patrick again sprang for something she really wanted but didn’t dare ask for—a haute couture original. The ugliest thing they ever saw, but Sandra couldn’t stop talking about it to all her co-workers and family.

Not their thing, but they would do it again. It made them happy to see her smile.

Yep, the three of them were great friends. Did he want to risk that for a night of wild sex that might not be what they imagined?

Sean crawled under the covers and turned off the light. He would think about this tomorrow with a clearer and more alert head.

***

“Hey lady. What’s with the face licking? If I thought you wanted to play, I would have come into your room last night.” Sean sat up in bed, but instead of being greeted by Sandra, he stared into the muzzle of Killer. “Yuck!”