The Rabbit and the Bear
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, twisting this way and that. At one angle I looked too flat, in another too skinny, in another my butt stuck out weird. I can admit now that all these barbs were in Mike’s voice. Mike and I had met at school back in February. I had grown my hair out a bit too because of his preferences. It had been a short pixie cut back in December when I was still at home. By now it was a layered bob, and I planned to grow it out more.
But the girl that looked back at me in the mirror was flat, skinny, and uninteresting. I took my top off. Even with the pushup bra I wore they looked tiny. I thought of my friend Alex, who had some of the biggest tits I had ever seen. She was so round and curvy. I had stopped wearing a bra after the cabin trip with Dom. He had loved my tits, or so he said. “Let the natural curve of your boob show. They’re so beautiful. Minnie!” The old horndog just wanted to look at my tits.
The girl in the mirror looked like a little boy. Tears blurred my vision. I wanted to try one more thing. I took my bra off. I scrutinized the reflection of my tits. They were so small. I turned to the side and there was barely a curve to them. They were high up and slightly pointed, but to me that made them look even smaller. At least my nipples looked nice. They were pink and pointed just like my tits. I could cover the areolas with just two fingers, and the nipples themselves stuck out, especially when it got cold. When I didn’t wear a bra they were very visible. Sometimes it made me feel embarrassed, sometimes, though it made me feel sexy.
I put my hands under my boobs and squeezed them up and together. It was a small comfort that I could make a little cleavage. Mike had wanted me to press my tits around his dick one time and I couldn’t do it. He kept yelling at me to pull them out and push them together. It was impossible with what I had. I was crying when he came on my chest.
It had been so different with Dom. He loved my body, every curve of it. Even the parts that weren’t curved enough. He had played with my boobs and gotten lost in them. I could scarcely believe that he was that into them. In the cabin I had “forgotten” to latch the bathroom door when I took a shower and soon there he was, peeking like a pervert. I even looked right at him, but in the dark he thought I had missed him.
I knew he wanted me. It had been so weird when we first got there. He hadn’t changed much. The few times I saw him as a girl he was usually drunk. He and dad were friends from college and despite what he put us through, dad stood by him. The image of him lying on the couch, belching and slurring was etched in my head. He was a big clumsy, indifferent giant to me as a child. It had frightened me. Once I got older I kind of felt sorry for him. The memory was with me when we first came to the cabin late last year.
But there was something in him. Intelligence, sensitivity, experience. We were alone and when he saw me for who I was he accepted it. “All women are beautiful,” he had said, “but you’re beautiful inside and out.” It sounds so awful out of context, but Dom had a way with words and when he said it my heart melted.
Dom was my first. I know it’s strange for my first time to be with a guy nearly twice my age and a close friend of my dad’s, but can you really choose who you fall in love with? He was so gentle, so real. We had done it in that old snowy cabin, the one my great grandpa had built when he was a young man. Dom had been so reluctant, not wanting to hurt me or my dad. But in the end we both gave in and it was the most intense, erotic experience I have ever had. Mike never even came close.
But no matter how much I twisted, or pushed them together or squeezed them, I looked flat as a pancake. I put my top back on, shedding angry tears at myself and at Mike’s voice in my head.
—
Dom: So you made it ok? How was your flight?
Minnie: Jeez you and dad
Dom: What do you mean?
Minnie: Dad asked me the same thing just a few seconds ago. Maybe it’s just an old guy thing
Dom: Ok now I’m offended
Minnie: Lol, Dom. Yes, it’s great to hear from you. I am fine, thank you.
Dom: If anyone can be sarcastic through a text…
Minnie: You know how I feel about flying. But it wasn’t too bad.
Minnie: The dorm looks the same as always. Kara’s not home yet.
Dom: I want you to know I’m thinking about you, Mininie.
Minnie: Dom…
Dom: When I said I love you I meant it. You know you’re just like me.
Minnie: But you know it’s impossible.
Dom: Not impossible. There’s just consequences. Minnie, you don’t choose who you love. We needed each other in the cabin. We need each other now too. Yes, it would be a scandal and your dad would freak. But love is worth it.
Minnie: Here you go again with the purple prose
Dom: Don’t blow me off. Think about it. You’re almost done with school. You’re a woman and can make your own decisions. I love you. And I know you love me.
Minnie: Dom I do love you. OMG I’m crying right now.
Dom: Minnie, treat your heart right, listen to it. Nothing is more important and powerful than love. Nothing.
—
When you’re waiting for someone to pick the phone up, seconds can feel like hours. Even more so when you don’t know if you want them to pick up or not. I can’t imagine what people Dom’s age went through when calling was the only way. No caller ID either, so you would blindly pick up the phone. How did anyone talk to anyone back then?
But he did pick up, “Hello, Minnie. I thought you would be home any day now. I…” His voice cracked and he paused. Shit, I didn’t expect it to get this awkward this quickly. I would die if he started crying.
“I know Dom! I can explain. I wanted to text you so bad. I really missed you too,” I felt a lump in my throat. Now I was the awkward one.
“You can’t just turn your back on someone like that. Especially someone you care about this much.” Not love? Maybe this had done more damage than I thought.
“I do lo… care about you a lot!” It was quiet on his end. “I can explain.”
“I hope so,” he whispered.
“It just has to be face to face. It’s not right like this.”
I heard a gasp, “Want to have lunch?”
“No, not like that either. I have an idea.”
—
Dom had agreed to my idea. Next week we would head out to the mountains, just the two of us. It was not that far from the cabin, and we would stay three days. That meant we would have plenty of time to sort out our feelings and gripes. I could close the door on this mess we had made. Or at least I hoped I could. I could tell Dom wanted me bad, though he tried to hide it. I bet he thought he was gonna fuck me. That’s fine, if it would bring him out. But I had to move on.
I was home from my graduate program in Wisconsin, staying in the room I had lived in in high school. Nothing had really changed. The posters were a little more faded, the closet was still full of my old clothes. Only some of them fit me, but most were from my edgy phase in high school and they made me cringe. And next to my bed, there was a picture of me in said edgy phase. I was surrounded by my friends, including Alex. I couldn’t help but think of her tits and feel jealous. They were big even back then, and comically stretched the Paramore shirt she had on. I had been completely flat back then, and wore huge shirts so no one would notice. People mistook me for a boy all the time. I acted like I didn’t give a fuck, but it made me feel horrid every time. I had dyed my hair black with fiery red at the tips and had it long over my face and short in back. Too much black eye shadow, a studded belt and bracelet. I wore a cavernous My Chemical Romance t-shirt and jeans so baggy they looked like a skirt. To top it off, I had a fake nose piercing. I was making the devil horns sign under my face and I stuck my tongue between the fingers. I cringed hard. I pondered getting an actual nose piercing when I got to college, but I had moved on by then.
It seemed so obvious looking at the picture. I was covering up the timid virgin I was. I couldn’t talk to anyone, especially boys. In that picture I was also blind as a bat without my thick glasses. My first year in college came with acceptance of who I was. Or so I had thought. I still had a long way to go.
I heard the front door open. Dad was home. I took a few deep breaths and got the story straight in my head. I came out to meet him. “Hey, Minnie Bug,” he said, wearing the sweet smile he always did when he saw me. I know I’m a little old for a name like that, but I still love when he said it. Besides, I felt like my wounded heart needed all the affection it could get.
“Hey Dad. Was work ok? Can I get you a snack?”
“Work was fine. Is it my birthday already? What happened to the girl whining about changing the litter box last night?”
I rolled my eyes, “Jeez dad, I’m twenty-three.”
“I know you don’t want to hear it, but you’ll always be my girl.” Holy shit. My heart broke and I decided not to tell him yet. Even seeing Dom on this trip seemed wrong. But it was something I had to do. “And since you’re offering, I would love some coffee and a bagel.” I went into the kitchen while dad took his shoes off in the living room.
As I was making his snack, my mind went back and forth between telling and not telling him about the trip. Well, strictly speaking I wasn’t going to tell him about the trip. My story was that Alex and I were going camping. I took a deep breath as I came into the living room and handed Dad his snack. “Thanks, Minnie Bug.”
I wrung my hands, “Dad, I wanted to tell you that Alex and I are going camping next week on Thursday. We’ll be gone for three days.”
He looked up, “I didn’t know Alex liked camping. She doesn’t strike me as the type. And I’ll be honest, I don’t like the idea of you there out on your own.”
“I’m not on my own, Dad. Alex will be there. And it’s one of those campgrounds where people are everywhere. We can call if there’s a problem.” This wasn’t at all true. This place was in the middle of nowhere.
“So you like camping now? I remember a lot of complaining the last time we went.” He wasn’t wrong. I had been in middle school and a mess of insecurities and irritability. I wondered why anyone wanted to sleep outside with all the spiders and mosquitos. Truly, I hadn’t warmed to camping much, but I knew Dom liked it and it was my way to get him out there.
“Yeah I like it… it’s nice to be out in nature.” I was working on my thesis about rutting habits of white-tailed deer. I did like nature. I just wasn’t especially keen on being stuck there. “I’ll need your help finding the camping stuff.”
“Well that’s fine if you want to. I’m just a little surprised, is all.” I wasn’t asking his permission, I was simply telling him. It bugged me a little that he phrased it like this, but I didn’t react. I definitely did not want to push my luck here.
—
Dom: Hey, you up?
Dom: I can see you leaving me on read
Minnie: Dude, I have an 8:00 class
Dom: And I’ve got an empty space right here next to me waiting for you.
Minnie: Shit, Dom
Dom: Come on, I know what you would want to do to me if you were here.
Dom: Want to hear what I would do to you?
Dom: I’d put my arms around you and kiss the back of your neck slowly and softly
Minnie: Goddamn dude
Dom: Shower your neck and shoulders with kisses, you’d feel my wet lips on your hot skin. You won’t be getting any sleep tonight.
Dom: I bet you’re wearing that spaghetti strap undershirt I like so much. I’d move my hands up and just lightly brush those pointy little nipples. Are they hard yet?
Minnie: Fuck you
Minnie: Yes, and I’m fucking soaking wet
Minnie: And yes, my nipples are hard. They stick right out of my top. It’s like I’m wearing nothing.
Dom: I keep rubbing your little pink nipples and twirl my fingers around them. You feel me place my fingers around them, but I don’t squeeze yet.
Minnie: Dom you’ve got me so wet. Don’t stop
Dom: I kiss over your neck and shoulders, and you just barely feel my hot wet tongue come out and touch your salty skin.
Minnie: I moan softly in pleasure leaning into you. Are you hard?
Dom: As calculus
Minnie: Lol. I lean in and just brush your hard cock. Maybe you’ll get to put it in me and maybe not.
Dom: Naughty girl. I’m like twice your age
Minnie: Holy shit dude
Dom Sorry, too much?
Minnie: No, that made me so fucking hot
Dom: Good girl. I rub softly up your chest, cupping your tits in my hands I feel your rock hard nipples and place my fingers on them, but the pinch never comes
Minnie: Please Dom
Minnie: I turn to face you, and my dark eyes look into yours. You see complete desire, but I’m going to make you work for it. My lips close around yours. They belong here, not on my back.
Minnie: I penetrate your mouth with my tongue. Will your cock do the same to me?
Dom: You know you want it too. I rub my hard cock against your leg.
Minnie: My mouth is up here. I kiss you deeply and passionately, my tongue goes further than you’ve ever felt. I wrap my arms around you.
Dom: I kiss you back and press my whole body into you. I look down to see your hard nipples sticking out of that top. You’re right. You might as well be wearing nothing. I bet those nipples want attention.
Minnie: Maybe…
Dom: I pull down those straps and see those exquisite nipples glistening in the moonlight. I can’t wait to touch those petite, perfect tits.
Minnie: They’re all yours. They want it as bad as I do.
Dom: I kiss and kiss and kiss your chest, kissing around your nipples but never quite touching them with my lips. I finally give one nipple a soft tweak with my fingers
Minnie: Shit, Dom. They’re so small.
Dom: You see how much time I’m spending on them? Petite is beautiful. Your body is a sweet little snack, and your sweet tits are like cherries on the sundae.
Minnie: Dom, please
Dom: I kiss up and down your chest and you even feel my tongue lash out and lick your belly. I squeeze your tits, and pinch your nipples just as my hands come off your tits.
Dom: Then I tilt my head down and you feel my warm, wet tongue circle around your hard nipple. I flick it and make it bounce with my tongue.
Minnie: SHIT. Dom, I’m cumming. Kara is asleep like five feet from me.
Dom: Good girl. Make that pussy purr. Remember when I showed you where your clit was? Sounds like you learned the lesson well.
Minnie: OMG I’m still cumming. I have to fucking cover my mouth
Dom: Oh there’s more for my best student.
Minnie: Please teach me
Dom: I don’t think you’re ready yet
Minnie: Holy fuck, please I need it.
Dom: I rub my cock on the inside of your thigh, so close to your pussy. I reach down and slowly pull your panties off
Minnie: Dom it’s so wet for you
Dom: I lightly rub the outside of your pussy lips with my finger. You can barely feel it. You feel my cock on your leg
Minnie: I grab your cock. Please. Please put it in
Dom: My dick comes up, and rubs the outside of your pussy just like my finger did.
Dom: Finally I SLOWLY slide my hard cock inside you. It’s so slow, only an inch in now.
Minnie: I’M CUMMING AGAIN HOLY FUCK
Dom: Good girl. I think that pussy is nice and ready for me
Minnie: Dom, it’s never been this ready
Dom: My cock is sliding in inch by inch. You wonder if it will ever stop
Minnie: I want all of it. Give me all of that cock. My pussy is gripping your cock tight
Dom: Finally you feel a gentle bump as my cock hits your cervix
Minnie: WTF my cervix?
Dom: You remember. It’s at the back of your pussy. I hit it when I went all the way in. You loved it, dirty girl
Minnie: Yes, Dom. I’m your dirtiest girl, just for you. I want you to fuck me hard. Please fuck me
Dom: I thrust my dock in and out of you. Very slowly at first.
Minnie: Keep fucking me. I want you to cum inside of me.
Dom: I thrust faster and faster, and you hear the smacking sound of my cock entering your pussy. Shit I’m getting close.
Minnie: Me too, baby. Please cum inside me. I want all your cum
Dom: Shit, now I’m cumming for real! You feel my cock buck like a bronco and fill you with hot cum.
Minnie: GOD DAMN I’M CUMMING AGAIN
Dom: Is that what my dirty girl wanted? You’re full of cum now.
Minnie: Yes, Dom. It felt so good.
Dom: I slide my dick out of you. A little bit of cum dribbles as I do.
Minnie: I grab your dick. I’m not done with it yet
Minnie: I bring my mouth close to your cock. Funny, I used to be so insecure about the smell of my pussy. But now it reminds me of when you fuck me. My tongue comes out and licks every last drop of cum off it.
Dom: God damn, Minnie. That’s so hot.
Minnie: I lick up and down your dick. I love this dick. It taught me to love myself
Minnie: That was intense. I never knew you had such a dirty mouth.
Dom: Same. I miss you.
Minnie: Well thanks to you, I have to get a new pair of panties. But yes, I really miss you too. When we get back we’ll see each other.
Dom: Can’t wait. Goodnight Minnie.
Minnie: Sweet dreams Dom.
—
I rummaged through my dresser. Today was the day. What the hell did people wear camping anyway? I set out some jeans and sweatpants on my bed. These fit me fine, and they were comfortable and warm. They were pretty rugged too and I didn’t care that much if they got dirty or ripped. I placed them in my backpack. They would work out just fine.
But as I looked for a good warm pair of socks, there was something not quite right. I held up the jeans and turned them over and over. These were pretty practical, but how would they look? It was just me and Dom. What did I care what my clothes looked like? This trip was for me to tell him that things were over between us, if there had ever been anything. We had sex in the cabin and it had been my first time. And it had been amazing. Mike had never made me feel like Dom did. With Dom, I felt sexy and gorgeous. And he took his time and made me feel so good. I didn’t even come close to cumming with Mike. I once begged him to go down on me, but he wouldn’t do it. “I don’t eat anything that can get up and walk away.” Asshole. I had sucked his dick plenty of times and the jerk never even thought about reciprocating.
No, the jeans and sweatpants wouldn’t do. Just because I wanted to look good didn’t mean that I was in love with Dom. In my drawer there were some sporty little shorts I wore to work out some days. They were yellow and black skin tight bike shorts and they worked great anytime I wanted to work out. I dropped my pants and panties and pulled on the shorts. I never wore these with underwear because you could always see the panty line.
Turning around to look in the mirror I almost gasped. How did I not realize how my ass looked in these? I have always wished my ass was a little bigger, but these pants emphasized every contour and curve. I looked sexy as hell in this. I’d have to look next time I was at the gym to see if anyone was staring. This was a definite yes.
I pushed more clothes aside. I looked cute in these skirts, but they were a bit too dainty for the outdoors, more suited to a date. I would have to remember them. Then I remembered something else. I had kept them while I was away at school and kept them in my backpack. I had to keep them a secret. My parents would be pissed if they saw me in them, especially dad, and would make me take them back.
Unzipping my backpack, I took them out. High waisted Daisy Duke shorts. I had never had the courage to wear them, though. They had sat in my dresser at school for months. At one time I thought that Mike might want to see me in them, but he had said my thighs and legs were like toothpicks and they didn’t turn him on. So they stayed, unloved and unused, in the dresser drawer. But now, I was feeling a little more adventurous. My heart fluttered as I took the bike shorts off and slid on the Daisy Dukes.
I was almost afraid to look. What if these looked bad on me? I wanted so badly to be sexy now. I felt plain and boring and ordinary. Mike’s words echoed in my mind. “Flat, skinny, boyish.” But when I opened my eyes, I felt overwhelmed. These shorts fit so well, and they seductively outlined my hips. They were so short too. I turned and admired how they made my butt look in the mirror. It looked fuller, and more importantly, on display. These shorts said, “I know what I’ve got. I dare you to look away.” Just the way I looked made me feel a little hot, and I felt a trickle of wetness. I hadn’t felt this sexy since… well since I had been with Dom in the cabin. Jesus, my ass cheeks were almost hanging out the back of these. So these were coming along too. But I made sure they were well hidden.
One more pair of shorts would be all I needed. I decided on a pair of black denim shorts that were more cute than sexy and reached down to just above my knees. These would be comfortable and draw people’s eyes. Just in case I packed a pair of sweatpants if it got cold at night. I reminded myself that I would have to pack panties too.
Tops were so much more problematic. I had kind of liked how my butt looked with the right clothes and angle. I could wear some of my pushup bras here I supposed. But what was the point? They didn’t exactly scream camping and they were uncomfortable. I had never liked bras anyway. Before I got with Mike, I hardly ever wore them. Someone like Alex needed them. She always told me how sweaty her boobs would get underneath and how much they bounced whenever she moved faster than a brisk walk. And running wasn’t even possible. Thinking of this, I felt a little irritated. What right did she have to complain? I certainly didn’t need a bra.
Fuck it. Bras were out. At that point I actually felt an iota of relief. I hated wearing the things, and the pushup bras reminded me of how flat I was every time I put one on. Dom had always liked my tits. He had spent so much time on them, and told me how cute and sexy they were. In spite of myself, I couldn’t help but think he was just being nice. Besides, who cared what Dom thought?
I picked out a spaghetti strap top. It was a light shade of maroon and I had always liked how it looked. At least I liked how it looked when I held it up. And I liked how it looked on the developed chest of the model that flaunted the thing when I ordered it. I took a deep breath and tried to calm the disparaging voices in my mind. I slipped it on.
It was easiest to look at my back first. It clung to my body, and every curve was laid bare for anyone to see. It actually felt heartening seeing me in this. There would be no problem at all when I walked away. The front was another matter. I had to take a few more deep breaths.
When I turned around I felt my body heat up. I saw my lips flush red with a blush in the mirror. The blush went all the way down my neck to my chest. I felt so exposed and embarrassed in this top. The top was just short enough to show a thin strip of my belly above the line of my pants. You wouldn’t be able to see it at all with the daisy dukes. But above that… The fabric was thinner than I remembered and my nipples stood out like pencil erasers. Even though you could see how small my tits were, I undoubtedly looked hot in this. I felt the strange feeling of being aroused looking at my own body. If this didn’t make Dom hard, he was dead and buried. Not that it mattered.
It would take a lot of courage to wear this, but if I was going all-out with the shorts, why not the top? After all Dom and I were the only ones who would see this, and he didn’t even have to use his imagination. He had seen it all.
I also packed the workout tank top I wore with the bike shorts. It pressed my nipples down so I wasn’t exactly flashing high beams. It also pressed my boobs down and I looked flat as a boy. Whatever.
It would be time to leave in a few minutes. Dad had insisted on dropping me off at Alex’s house. “There’s no sense in having the car sit there for three days.” He had said, but I insisted that I would feel embarrassed with him dropping me off. I hadn’t felt that way since I was in high school, and I could tell it hurt his feelings a bit. But he relented.
I knew what I wanted to wear to see Dom, but I would have to be sneaky about it. The purple spaghetti strap top was the way to go. Might as well shock him first thing. I could cover up with one of my old baggy t-shirts so mom and dad wouldn’t see and just take it off in the car. Since covering my legs wouldn’t be quite as easy I would wear the black denim shorts. Perfectly innocent and hot at the same time.
When I said bye, dad hugged me almost uncomfortably tight. “You take care of yourself. I don’t like you being all alone out there, Minnie Bug.” He kissed the top of my head.
If he only knew. He and Dom went all the way back to high school. Dad had been so patient with him, and even sponsored him when he got sober. Cutting things off with Dom was definitely the right decision here. It would kill him if he knew. “Dad, it’s only three days. I’ve been at college for years.”
He sighed, “I don’t know… you’re so grown up now. Don’t worry about me. Have fun.” Everything he said made me more certain that I was making the right decision.
—
The sweatshirt was off, my car was packed, and I was off to Dom’s house. We had been there once years ago. His house was small, almost a cottage, and sat far back from the street surrounded by trees. But we had never come in. Dad was dropping him off that time he lost his license, but we didn’t go inside. I was pretty curious about what it looked like.
The GPS said I was only minutes away, and I felt my heart pound in my chest. I feared I would crumble when I saw him, and be putty in his pervy hands. Over text it was always so different. He was snarky, almost taunting. Maybe it was because you didn’t have to look the other person in the eyes. Maybe it was because words were just different to the eyes than the ears. Now I had to actually talk to him. Everything had changed so much. Last time I had seen him I was overwhelmed with his passion and with just… him. We had been new lovers and he had been my first in so many things. I remembered his hot breath on the inside of my eager thighs. The things he said to me showed me I could love myself, and gave me a chance.
I rounded the corner and there was his little rustic house. His SUV had a small camper on its trailer hitch. Did he think we were going to sleep together there? I had been ready for him to pull something like that and had my own little tent. I felt my heartbeat in my ears and now seeing the house, I started to get that familiar, tingly wet feeling between my legs. The old perv was getting me excited and I couldn’t even see him yet. I started to have my first doubts about this trip. Did I have things under control?
I parked, and then took a few deep breaths. I would present a powerful, confident woman to him. The fawning little girl from before was gone forever. His doorbell was one of those old buzzer types you only hear in movies. In just a few moments the door opened and there he was.
Dom was a handsome guy, even if he was old. He kept himself in shape and though he had wrinkles, his face had a roguish look that projected his charm. He had glasses, but thinner than mine. He seemed to always have stubble like he never remembered to shave. His salt and pepper hair swung free around his shoulders. “Minnie…” he said, but I had already crashed into him, squeezing him as tight as I could. He stood there with his arms hanging awkwardly, then wrapped them around me. There was a little chuckle, “Good to see you too.”
So much for power and confidence. “Don’t be like that. Friends can hug.”
“Is that what we are? Don’t friends return each other’s texts?” Shit, was it really going to be like this? You would think we hated each other. “I’ll get my stuff.”
When he went back inside I felt so hot. My face felt hot, my armpits felt hot, and yes, my pussy felt hot too. He did look nice. He held himself with an easy confidence. So many times in my mind I had stood up straight, looked him in the eye and told him it was over. But now that he was actually here, I melted like a naive little girl. This was the man who introduced me to a part of me I didn’t even know existed. I had bloomed like a flower for him.
I sighed and walked toward the ancient little camper hitched to his SUV. I didn’t open, but I looked into the windows. There was a bed that looked to be a queen, with a little stove and booth style seating. It looked like something from the 80s, but the paint and upholstery looked new. It was cramped inside. I shook my head, certain that he had some ideas about that bed. But then thinking of what he’d like doing to me there, I felt a little tingle and warmth between my legs. Would I like it too? I dismissed the thought from my head.
Dom came outside with his backpack and a cooler, which he loaded into the camper. “How do you like the camper? I restored it myself. Got it for cheap.”
It did look nice, but I would be staying in my tent. I turned toward him, getting a good slow look. He wore a plaid shirt and jeans. There were the same thick glasses like mine and long hair. My mind wandered, thinking of what lay inside of that shirt and jeans. I remembered the rapture I had felt the last time I saw all of it, the things he had done to me. The things he had said to me. I felt myself blushing all over again. “It’s nice,” I managed.
He took a few steps closer to me. I saw in his wandering eyes that he noticed my top when he opened the door. I’m sure now that I was feeling worked up my hard nipples were all the more prominent. But wasn’t that the point? I still felt embarrassed. “You look really beautiful. Like gorgeous. I had almost forgotten.” His eyes lowered and he got an almost shy look on his face, “I really missed you Minnie. I’m glad to see you.”
I involuntarily clasped my hands in front of me, trying in vain to hide my body. His words filled me with warmth. I knew he meant it, though, even if I didn’t feel it. It still felt great to see him stare at me in awe like I had seen so many men do with other girls. “I am too,” I said. And it was true. “Let’s just enjoy our time. We have a lot to talk about.”
I stowed my stuff in the camper. He eyed the little tent I packed, but said nothing. “Well, we agree on that. Let’s get going.”
—
Minnie: Hey are you awake yet?
Dom: Just got back from a hike. It’s a little cold this morning, but nice. How are you doing?
Dom: It’s ok you can tell me.
Minnie: I don’t know. I hung out with my friends last night. I’m a little hung over. And there’s a foot or so of snow on the ground here. I’m tired of it.
Minnie: Last night was weird.
Dom: Why?
Minnie: I went to Olivia’s dorm to drink. And there was a boy. His name was Mike. I didn’t know him
Minnie: He was all over her.
Dom: Did anything happen?
Minnie: Not while I was there. But they made me feel really uncomfortable. He was saying really gross stuff to her, but she liked it. She’s so pretty. Guys are like that with her.
Dom: It sounds like you have more thoughts.
Minnie: You know how I am. It just reminded me of how I look. Guys never go for me.
Dom: Minnie, what can I do to make you see yourself as I do? God damn, you look so amazing. I’m telling you, plenty of guys like girls that look like you.
Minnie: But where are they?
Dom: One is right here. Isn’t that enough for you?
Dom: Tell me about this guy Mike.
Minnie: He was already pretty drunk when I got there. He was all over Olivia, and she loved it. He was groping her boobs and everything. It was gross. I had to go.
Dom: What did he look like?
Minnie: What does that have to do with anything?
Dom: Sometimes girls tolerate that kind of thing from guys they’re interested in. She might have even been grossed out. Do you think they did anything after you left?
Minnie: Yeah I wouldn’t be surprised.
Dom: So what did he look like?
Minnie: Dude
Minnie: He looked good I guess.
Minnie: It wasn’t him, I just felt jealous that she was getting attention. She has big tits. Why doesn’t anyone notice me?
Dom: So you wanted some creep on you?
Minnie: No, I didn’t say that. But it’s nice when someone looks.
Dom: Minnie, I look. I know it will be a while until we see each other, but come on. I love you.
Minnie: I love you too Dom. I just wish you could understand. I want you here with me. I felt confident and sexy with you in the cabin, but here it’s like I’ve lost all that.
Dom: Do you try dressing sexy?
Minnie: When I got back I ordered some sexy clothes
MInnie: But I just can’t work up the confidence to wear them. I wear sweatshirts.
Dom: I wish you loved you like I love you.
Minnie: Shit, Dom. You’re making me cry.
Dom: Why don’t you put on some of those sexy outfits and send me some pictures. You know how much I will enjoy them.
Minnie: I will! I love you. I wish you could be here to hold me.
Dom: And more…
Minnie: Perv. I’m young enough to be your daughter.
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Being in Dom’s SUV brought a weird sense of deja vu. It had been awkward when he drove us up to the cabin, but in a different way. He was just one of dad’s old friends, forcing a smile and making halting conversation. And to him I was just his friend’s little girl. Alex was going to come and it would be like a girls’ sleepover with this old fart just along to make sure we bahaved. But Alex was sick, and Dom and I went out there, just the two of us like a stag and doe in the woods.
I don’t know when I realized there was something there. After we came in, I changed into a thin tank top and sweatpants, and he stared obnoxiously at my nipples. I felt a little embarrassed, but looking back it was his genuine attention that piqued my interest in him. As the day wore on, though, I saw in him the sensitivity, passion, and care that snared my heart.
Those days had been nerve wracking. We thawed and seared. We kissed, then we shouted. The whole time the passion simmered beneath our hot skins, but the impossibility and scandal brought our conflict. In the end though, we gave into our desire, and our hearts beat together in the cold cabin as our naked bodies merged. He guided me through my passion and his, holding my hand tightly so I could make it through my maiden voyage.
Odd, then, that now we were faced with the same question. Back in the cabin it had been Dom who was apprehensive, and I had pressed him. He was afraid of hurting me and my family. I felt seductive for the first time in my life. I made myself irresistible. If only I could have that back. Now our roles had flipped. Dom wanted us to give in and live our truth as lovers. But I saw the dangers. This passion was a wildcat stalking in the woods.