2 comments/ 20239 views/ 2 favorites Honeymoon at the Cabin Ch. 01 By: LMP_Jessilin Miraculously, we made it. I couldn't believe it. We were sitting on the back seat of a limo as we were getting swept away to our secluded honeymoon destination in the beautiful California hills. We were trying to charge our batteries for the upcoming two weeks, so I was tucked in your arms and we were both lost in thought. We had been best friends for over a decade and had been in a relationship for the last two years. We knew all of the intimate facets of each other's personalities. For the longest time we were both too afraid of risking the friendship to consider entering into a relationship with one another. We never even told the other how we felt. I was madly in love with you, for as long as I could remember but until that fateful truth or dare game one night about two years prior you had never known that. You wouldn't have found out that night if I hadn't drank as much as I had, and if you hadn't dared me to put aside all my censoring mechanisms and do the thing that I found the scariest at that moment. I walked over to you, straddled your lap, and engaged you in the most passionate kiss my tipsy self could muster. I felt you come alive underneath me and as soon as you overcame the shock of my actions, you soon had me pinned against the couch and were kissing me earnestly in return. Finally we wore ourselves out, and you set me up in the guest bedroom like you usually did when I was over and we had been drinking. You were in better shape than I was so you grabbed one of your t-shirts and sent me off in the direction of your bathroom to get ready for bed while you got the room ready for me. You turned down the bed, and picked out an outfit for me for the next day out of the closet and hung it on the back of the private bathroom door; it was just one of the little rituals that we had come to live by when we were together. You woke me up the next morning with breakfast in bed. You sat on the edge of the bed as I ate and delicately brought up the subject of what happened the night before. You looked me in the eye, and said, "Hun, I know I haven't told you this before, but I have been madly in love with you since the day I met you, and all the time that we have spent together over the years has just helped to reaffirm it. I am happiest when I am around you and I would have told you a lot sooner if I thought you felt the same way. I am sorry I coerced you into it, but I felt like it was my one chance and I didn't want to lose it. Will you give me the honor of being my girlfriend and giving a relationship between us a chance?" I had been tearing up as you spoke, mostly from the realization that everything that had happened the night before was real and wasn't just a dream. Up until the moment you breathed the words, I never would have thought you would ask me to be your girlfriend I never let myself even begin to hope that you felt the same way about me as I felt about you, so when you asked all I could do was nod. I was speechless. I agreed and you wrapped me up in your arms, just holding me close to you. Then you got up, moved the tray of food from the bed and tackled me to the bed. You began tickling me mercilessly and my only recourse was to grab your face and kiss you. Your hands tangled in my hair and I gained the upper hand, before you knew it I had rolled us over and I was straddling you once again. You knew you were in trouble but figured you would see what I would do with the situation. You were much more experienced than I was. I dabbled, you delved. So when you realized that I hadn't put anything on underneath your t-shirt, you were beginning to wonder how far I would let it go. As I began to trace squiggly lines all over your chest that began to slowly creep their way lower, you decided that enough was enough. You grabbed me by the wrists and held them away from you. You shifted your weight so you sat up underneath me. The hurt look on my face bothered you and you quickly engaged me in a tender kiss. I wrapped my arms around your neck and you gradually rocked us back and forth. You then swatted my butt and told me to get up and get dressed and meet you in the living room. As I walked in I noticed with a smile that you had set yourself up on the roomy couch, but your stance suggested that we were in for a long talk. I walked toward you, hesitating slightly, not knowing where to sit. You stood up and closed the distance. You gave me a huge hug and then picked me up. You wrapped my legs around you, and then you sat us back down on the couch. You informed me that we were in for a good long talk and you wanted my input. I nodded slowly, praying feverishly that all my hopes didn't get dashed by own word from you sensuous, sexual, overpowering lips. You started off, "Babe..." I didn't let you get any farther because I was suddenly overtaken by an overwhelming desire to kiss you. You acquiesced to my needs and waited for me to break the kiss before you continued your sentence. "Babe, I think we need to set some ground rules. I know you want to wait to marriage, and unlike all of the other jerks I have watched you date. I respect that and want that for us as well. I will never let you give me your virginity, unless it is our wedding night. I'm sorry it is just how I feel. And we are going to take it slow and do this right. You deserve to be treated like a princess and I love you more then I will ever be able to express so I want nothing more than to spoil, pamper, and dote on you. If I was standing I would give you a long sweeping bow, but I would rather not drop you in a heap on the floor in the process." I started giggling uncontrollably, but the overall seriousness of the situation quickly sedated me. I looked you dead in the eye for a moment before nodding my head and agreeing. We made the deal then and there, sealed it with a kiss. "Babe, Babe, are you ok? We are here." "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking back to the day that this all started." "The day we met?" "No, the day you dared me to do the scariest thing I could think of." "Oh yes, the beginning of the best days of my life," you whispered as you pulled me close to you and kissed me. We were parked a bit down the road from the place where we would be staying for the next two weeks. You noticed me looking around and told me that the chauffer was taking our bags up into the house and then he will leave so we can enjoy the house, and our honeymoon. You asked me if I trusted you. I nodded and you pulled a blindfold out of your pocket. You could tell it made me a little nervous, but I didn't fight it. You tied it around my eyes, and then I heard you say a few words to the chauffer. A few moments later a car door slammed and the sound of wheels crunching on gravel disturbed the serene surroundings. As the sound of the car faded into the sound of birds chirping and the leaves rustling in the breeze the reality of the situation hit me. I was now married to my best friend. He was my husband and I, his wife. We were on our honeymoon in a secluded location that I didn't even know anything about for the next two weeks, and we had ten years of pent up emotions and desires to attempt to begin to rectify in the next couple of weeks. You deftly picked me up, and wrapped my arms around your neck. You carried me up the steps and what sounded to be around a deck. You set me down and placed my hands on the railing, and told me to keep my eyes closed until you told me otherwise. I felt the blindfold fall from my eyes, and your arms wrap around my waist again. You nuzzled up against my shoulder and lightly kissed my neck before telling me to open my eyes. If a picture is worth a thousand words, the view I opened my eyes to, was worth at least two million. It was the most spectacular thing I had ever seen. It was a picturesque landscape, the house sat just up the hill from a crystal lake. The whole scene was surrounded by statuesque redwoods. An even more indescribable sunset had descended on the scene in front of us. The lake mirrored the brilliant pinks, purples, and oranges of the sky, and the few clouds that graced the sky, seemed to dance around like my excitement over everything that had recently transpired. You let me drink in the fresh glass of water that was the view before interrupting my murmured approvals. "Babe, you know how I told you that my wedding present to you was going to be a surprise? Well this is it, this house has been in my family for generations and now it's ours, do you like it? Oh and by the way, we also own all of the acreage around the lake and for a ways out in all directions. We will not be disturbed here. So, whenever we need to get away from our hectic lives we have a place to go that is only about two hours from home." I turned around to kiss you and show you my true appreciation for you gift, but I never quite got there. As I turned around to look at you, you took a step back and allowed me to get my first glimpse of the house. It was absolutely gorgeous. It was a two story log cabin style home, but this one was well taken care of and absolutely stunning. It was also huge, and I couldn't help the passing thought as to how many different surfaces we had before us to initiate. With that thought, I wrapped my arms around you and engulfed us both in an extremely passionate kiss. We were alone in the middle of nowhere, and we were married. We could have sex where ever we wanted inside or out without concern. I couldn't help but speculate where we would start. Honeymoon at the Cabin Ch. 02 This is the second chapter of a story I have been working on about two friends. If you haven't read chapter one, I recommend that you check it out first, it will give you a lot of background on the relationship that they share. There is more to come and any and all comments are welcomed and encouraged. Please do not hesitate to contact me with question, comments, advice, etc. * You picked me up, wrapped my legs around your waist and set me on the railing. You allowed your hands to explore my body as we continued to kiss, but you took your time, teasing, fanning the flames. I could tell that you were starting to get to the point where the human and the animal intertwine and the edges of both fade into one, so you picked me up again and set me back on the ground. You took my hand and led me around to the front of the house. The majestic façade of our honeymoon present took my breath away and I got teary eyed when you picked me up and carried me across the threshold. You set me down in the living room and we started kissing again. Before long we were both pulling at clothes trying to minimize the barriers between our flesh. You lost your right shoe, then the sock, and your jacket and I had lost my jacket, and the clip in my hair. When we started trying to take off your shirt without first undoing your tie, you were forced to stop us both and make us take a breath. My breasts were heaving, our breathing labored, and we were both started to get warm. You wrapped your hands around my wrists and pulled me onto the couch with you. "Babe, we have to slow down before someone gets killed. Besides, I am sorry, maybe I am old fashioned, but I want your first time to be passionately tender, and on a bed, our bed, not helter skelter all over the house." I am filled once again with nothing but love for you and realize just how right you were. Up until you had reminded me of the significance of the situation, I had gotten so wrapped up in my excitement over getting to finally enjoy the pleasures of your flesh that I had forgotten to be afraid. Once you reminded me, however, I sat back and stared blankly into space. You walked over and sat down next to me, trying to gauge my feelings and decide the best way to approach the situation. I turned to you a few moments later and kissed you once again with such passion that you felt as if you had been burned. You laughed the laugh that you get only when you are really truly and completely enjoying yourself, a deep hearty laugh as you scooped me up and sauntered off to the bedroom. You had that arrogance about you that you see little boys with when they think they have just gotten away with something epic and are now carrying away their prize. We got into the bedroom and you gave me about fifteen seconds to look around and admire the elegant but masculine furniture and get a quick glimpse into the master bath as well. Then we were back to business. You acted as if you are going to toss me across the room and onto the bed, but you didn't. You walked over to the bed and gently laid me down. You took a step back and started undressing yourself. I tried to get up to help you but you stopped me. You removed your tie, your shoes and socks. You grab my hand and pull me to my feet. I reach for you and attempt to go to work unbuttoning your shirt but you stop me. You twirl me around and unzip the back of my teal silk dress. You slip it from my shoulders and let it pool at my feet. You lift me up and set me down away from the dress on the floor and as you take in the view before you, you sink back onto the bed. Your jaw drops at the sight before you. I am wearing white stilettos with white lacy stockings held up by a garter belt. I have on a sheer white slip and beneath it are a white thong that has your name embroidered on the front, and a white lace baby doll. I can tell by the look on your that you are afraid that you will blow early just by looking at me. I quickly devise a plan and step towards you. I plant my hands firmly on your shoulders and push, toppling you back onto the bed. I crawl on top of you, straddling you. I start to caress and explore your body. Then, out of nowhere, I start tickling you mercilessly. We started rolling around on the bed each trying to regain the upper hand. We finally collapsed in a heap of laughter. You collapsed in such a way that your arms fell open and you finally gave me access to your shirt. I made quick work of it, before you got it in your mind to stop me. Once I had unbuttoned all of it, you slowly shifted your weight so you could sit up, and as you did your arm quickly snuck around my waist to prevent me from falling over backwards. Your hand found its way between my shoulder blades and you pulled me into you for another mind-blowing kiss. When you finally released me, I grasped at your shirt, and pulled it free from your pants, sliding it down your arms. Once I had finally gotten it off, I tossed it across the room and resumed kissing you. You slowly reclined back onto the bed, taking me with you. I got a plan in my head and you were hard pressed to stop me once I got started. I sat back and looked at you. I leisurely began to caress and explore your muscular torso, until you pulled me back down for another kiss. I kissed from your lips to your cheek and down your neck. I nibbled on your collar bone, and then began to cover every inch of your chest and stomach in kisses, licks, nibbles, and playful bites. It seemed to you that I was trying to create a topographical map of your body using only my lips and you couldn't help but enjoy it. As I kissed lower and lower and my hair began to tickle your stomach, your breathing once again became more labored and your stomach flexed underneath my lips. I giggled slightly, but refused to be distracted. When I attempted to use my lips to free you from your pants, I heard a sound that sounded something like a combination moan, grunt, and chuckle as I felt your hands tangle in my silky hair. You gently nudged me back towards your lips, and at my slight hesitation, you laughed, "Baby, we have the next two weeks, wait no, correction, we have the rest of our lives for that. Tonight is about and for you, and I will not be persuaded otherwise." Reluctantly I obeyed and we kissed once more. Your hands left my hair and slowly began to push back on my knees so that every inch of our bodies were touching. As you hands slowly dawdled up the back of my thighs, our kiss heated up a few degrees. When your hands gently began to knead my firm cheeks, we were ablaze, and when you began to use pressure on my ass to grind me against you, we reached a four alarm fire. You could feel and sense the magnitude of my desire and decided it just might be about time to get down to business. You pulled me close and flipped us over. Your knees spread my legs which instinctively curled around your waist. You sat back on your haunches for a moment, surveying the scene before you. Your look was one of appreciation. I was finally yours. Though, then again, I always had been. You had known a long time prior to that fateful game of truth or dare that I cared enough about you and trusted you as a friend, that if you had asked, I would have given my virginity to you at any point along the way. It was our unspoken understanding and you never called upon me to put my money where my mouth was. I felt your hands slide up my thighs, pushing my slip up as you went. I reached up and used your shoulders to pull myself up as you slid the slip from my body, tossing it near your discarded shirt. I lowered myself back down and watched your face as you took in the sight before you. As your gaze swept from the lacy bra barely covering my nipples to my flat stomach, to my shaven pussy barely hidden beneath the sheer triangle of my thong, to the garter belt set I wore. I couldn't tell if your face typified a man about to eat his last supper or one who had just been informed that for the first time in his life he could actually taste the flavors of his food. I took advantage of your distraction and once more reached for your fly. You were startled from your trance as you felt the button spring free and heard the teeth of your zipper as I eased it open. You grabbed my wrists with playful anger and forced me back to flat. "What did I just tell you? Tonight is about you, not me. Come on, behave now. I really don't want to have to punish you tonight." I reluctantly nodded my head and allowed you to do as you wished. You traced your hands down my arms and caressed my shoulders. Your hands caressed around to my breasts as you teased my nipples to attention. Your hands continue down my body, gently stroking and arousing. They played over my stomach, barely tickling, though not enough to make me squirm. Your hands then ran down the front of my thighs to my knees, shifted slightly and caressed up the insides. You then leaned forward, a hand on either side of my head, and kissed me. I smiled, but you could tell I was starting to get really nervous, even though I was trying not to show it. About then, you felt your stomach growl against me, and I couldn't help but giggle. "Saved by the bell?" I shook my head and embraced you to further my point. You smiled, told me you had an idea and told me you would be back. In the doorway, you turned to me and said, "Stay beautiful!" I grinned knowing you'd say, "what was I thinking? It's impossible for you to not," when you returned. Honeymoon at the Cabin Ch. 03 This is the third chapter of a story I have been working on about two friends who spend their honeymoon at a lakeside cabin. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I recommend that you check them out first, it will give you a lot of background on the relationship that they share. There is more to come and any and all comments are welcomed and encouraged. Please do not hesitate to contact me with question, comments, advice, etc. I would like to continue improving my writing style and all comments and criticisms are welcomed. * I heard you fussing around downstairs and after a couple minutes, I rose to check out the master suite. The bedroom had been outfitted in rich colors, deep wine red, sage green, and mahogany. It was shaped like an oversized "L" with a balcony that filled in the rest to make it a huge rectangle. The bedroom had a large window seat that looked out towards the lake. It was tastefully arranged with pillows and looked to be a great place to sit and day dream. There were a couple of dressers that matched the classic feel of the bed. Around the corner was a large sitting room and breakfast nook type room. There were a couple of couches and chairs that looked like they would be great to curl up and read in. This room also had a door that led out onto the balcony. The master suite also had a fireplace and the whole room tactfully stated "masculine but cozy", and I felt right at home. I walked out onto the balcony to continue my tour. Outside there was a set of chaise lounges that looked perfect for sun-bathing and a pair of Adirondack chairs that looked perfect if we ever wanted to sit side by side, holding hands, drinking wine and watching the sun set. I shivered in the cold and walked back inside. Lying on the bed, ready and waiting for you to return sounded more awkward than appealing, so I made my way to the window seat instead. Knees to chest, looking out the window I finally allowed my mind to settle on the significance of what was about to occur. I loved you in every way possible and then some, and yet as I sat in my lingerie, looking out at the stars, I couldn't push away all the fears. I wanted this to be perfect for you. I knew if you thought you'd hurt me or caused me pain in any way, it would ruin it, but from what I'd heard from friends, the first time generally hurt. I was afraid that I wouldn't be good enough sexually, to make our marriage work and be worthwhile for you to remain committed to. What if we were only supposed to be best friends and being together like this would never work? Would you tell me if you were unhappy, or would you suffer for years until you couldn't handle it anymore? Most everyone that I knew had said that girl on top was the best way for your first time, just because you had more control, but other than lowering myself onto you at my speed, I had no idea what to do in that situation. I had heard you talk about previous lovers, one of the benefits, or curses, of being the best friend. What if I never could compare? You loved my mind, my personality, how well I knew you. You thought I was beautiful, but if the sex wasn't good the marriage was doomed. Even worse, what if you hated the way I looked naked? I didn't think I could survive you leaving me. I pulled the blanket tighter around me and then wondered how it got there. I stopped to mentally survey everything around me; I felt tears on my cheeks, the blanket covering my slightly shaking body, and your arms around me. Your arms around me! Your lips were nestled against my hair, just biding your time waiting for me to acknowledge your presence. You felt me sigh against you and you took the opportunity to pull me into your lap. You took your time, readjusting the blanket around me, around us, smoothing my hair, and holding me close to your warm, bare chest. After a little bit, you asked me, "My love, what's wrong?" "Nothing." "I know you better than that. Try again." "Don't worry about me, I'm fine." "I leave my wife alone for five minutes to go get food and bring up our bags and I come back to find her curled up, looking out the window, crying, none the less, I'm pretty sure that it's a little more than nothing, little one." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you, my brain just got to thinking too much again." "Please tell me what about, maybe I can help." So I related all my fears to you, adding a couple more along the way. You tried your best not to laugh as you said, "I'm gonna start with your last argument and work my way forward if you don't mind, so you may have to help me if I miss any." I nodded, you continued, "Babe, I'm sure you aren't broken. You've told me before about the times other guys tried to bring you to orgasm, but crashed and burned. There was a reason I didn't try while we were dating. You trust me now more than you did before, or than you trusted the others right?" Nod. "Okay. You love me more now than when we started dating or than you loved the others, right?" Nod. "Okay. Then, see, I understand that for you there is a lot more to it than just lining up all the buttons correctly. And if it doesn't happen the first time, it just means I have to keep practicing." I smiled at you, nodding my head in understanding. You proceeded on to say that as for my concerns about not pleasing you, it was absurd and impossible, and you couldn't wait to make sweet, passionate love to me for the rest of your life. You also acknowledged that you wanted to do your best to not hurt me, but you had a few ideas of your own about to prevent it. Your manner and understanding with me calmed me drastically and as you wiped the last of the tears from my face, you were pleased to see that they weren't replaced by others. You then picked me up and carried me to one of the couches in the sitting room. You had set out all sorts of snacks to appease our appetites. You also had a bottle of champagne chilling. You poured me half a glass and yourself about the same. Then you grabbed a chocolate covered strawberry and seductively fed it to me. I returned the favor, and we sat there munching, drinking and talking, almost as if we were trying to ignore the elephant in the room. After a little bit, you saw me fidget in my shoes, it wouldn't have been noticeable if you weren't so good at reading me, but you saw it and took advantage of the opportunity. You knelt down in front of me and carefully, delicately, picked up my right foot and slipped the heel from my foot. You then set my foot on your thigh as you reached over and repeated the process to the other foot. You set my foot on your shoulder as you reached up and began to slowly unhook my stockings from the belt. You gently rolled it down my calf, leaving a trail of kisses down the inside of my leg, right behind where the stockings were. When you freed my foot from the confines of the stocking, you caressed it gently for a moment before taking the other foot and doing the same. Once you had removed both stockings, starting with my right foot, you began to gently massage it, little by little adding more pressure as you went. You massaged up my calf as well before setting it back into your lap and starting with the other one. While you were massaging my other leg, my foot began to slowly play with your once again growing arousal. I caressed up and down it, wiggling my toes a little bit as you relaxed me through your massage. After a few more seconds of my teasing, you grunted and scooped me up in your arms. I giggled, "what are you doing with me?" "Patience my dear," was all you said as you carried me into the huge master bathroom. You set me down on the counter and said, "just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show for a minute." You walked over to the control panel for the bathroom, turned on the surround sound to some sexually inclined music with a good beat and started the shower. Then you took a step towards the middle of the room and started dancing. I couldn't help but laugh as your dancing slowly progressed into a strip show and you soon stood in front of me naked. You were aroused, but not yet completely hard. Your self control was more evident in that instant then ever before. You took a couple steps towards me and pulled me in for a kiss. Your kiss was questioning, almost asking what I thought, and mine spoke volumes of desire and approval. Your self-control was irritating as I was fighting extremely hard to not just start screaming, "Baby, please take me! I want you inside of me NOW!"