The Summer of Fuck Ch. 03

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Apologies for the long wait between chapters 1 and 2. I plan on weekly releases, but Literotica took longer than expected to publish it. I got the next few chapters ready, waiting for some final edits.

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The ringing of my phone woke me up. I slept through the first wave, but it was insistent as it began ringing again.

My body felt relaxed and heavy from what had happened before falling asleep. The memories of the ravishing sex, unfiltered words, and the quiet aftermath lingered.

Rolling over, I fumbled for the phone on my nightstand. It was my mom, and she had called 3 times already. I picked up the call and sleepily said, "Hey Mom. What's up?"

"Where were you guys?" with obvious concern in her voice. "Your dad and I took turns calling you and your sister. Neither of you picked up once! Are you guys ok?"

"Yeah, we're ok. I just fell asleep."

"What about Addison?"

I looked over at my sister. She looked peaceful, undisturbed by the ringing of the phone. The curve of her back rose and fell with steady breaths. At some point, she had crawled under the sheets that had fallen down her back.

Her hair sprayed across the pillow, a few strands clinging to her cheek. Her breasts spilled out beneath her as she slept on her stomach. I was tempted to crawl on top and go for another round.

"Hello! Calvin! Oh my gosh! Are you guys in danger?"

"What? No, Mom! We're ok. I, uh, went to check on Addison. She's sleeping, that's why she didn't pick up. We're doing ok."

My mom let out a sigh of relief. "Ok, good. So, how has the trip been?"

I talked to my mom for the next half hour. Repeating the same things over and over again. Finally, my dad came to the rescue as he took the phone from her. After asking one question, he said bye and hung up.

Throughout the entire conversation, Addison had remained asleep. It was 6 o'clock and my stomach rumbled, reminding me how hungry I was.

Gently, I tapped her on the shoulder to wake her up.

"Hey! I'm hungry. Let's go to that buffet?"

She stirred awake, her nose twitching before letting out a soft, contented sigh, and rolled onto her back. The sheet was now at her hip and revealed her collarbones and the way her beautiful breasts settled high on her chest, effortlessly, and unbothered by gravity. The remaining sunlight filtered through the window and caught her in a way that made her look unreal.

She blinked a few times, then squinted at me. "What time is it?"

"Six. Mom called, and you slept through the entire thing."

She laughed, husky and half-asleep. "You wore me out. I needed that."

"You're the one who asked for it," I smirked and leaned down to kiss. "I'm the one who had to wake up to answer the call. And I'm still hungry."

She groaned and rubbed her eyes, then peeked at my phone to confirm I wasn't lying. "Ok, but I'm not dressing up or putting on makeup. I'm putting on sweats and that's it."

"I was gonna do the same."

She got up and stretched her arms over her head, completely unselfconscious. "Twenty minutes, and we'll get out of here."

Addison swung her legs over the side of the bed, letting the sheet fall away from her. She stretched again, arms raised high, back arching, every movement unhurried. Then she stood, bare and unashamed, exiting my room.

"Quit staring," she said over her shoulder as she walked to her room.

Half an hour later, we were in the car on the way to the buffet. The sky was turning golden-orange as the sun made its descent. Addison sat back in her seat, humming along to the radio.

By the time we pulled into the parking lot, it was buzzing with the end-of-day crowd. Families chasing their kids around, older couples moving slowly with purpose, and teens loading up their plates like they hadn't eaten in weeks filled the buffet with chaotic energy.

Inside, the smell hit us immediately. Fried chicken, garlic butter, pastries, and grilled meats, among other things.

"Okay," Addison said, eyes scanning the buffet strategically. "I'm starting with the seafood and barbecue. You do you, and we'll meet back here. Remember, this is pretty expensive, so make it worth it."

She grabbed a plate and marched off with purpose. I followed a few steps behind, thinking this woman in sweatpants and food-focused haze was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

I slid opposite her at our table. Looking at her plate, I said, "You weren't kidding about making the most of it." She had stacked crab legs, lobster, steak, ribs, potatoes, and beans on her plate.

"I ain't playing around. And you already broke Rule 1."

"What's Rule 1?"

"Don't load up on carbs. That's how they get you."

I looked down at the mountain of garlic bread, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes doused in gravy, and two slices of pizza. "Oh, damn. I messed up."

"It's ok, a rookie mistake. Don't worry, I'll try to make up for it. And you should have an appetite after the way you fucked me."

"True. How do you know what to do at a buffet? We've never been before."

Addison grinned as she expertly cracked a crab leg. "My girlfriends and I would treat ourselves once a month. You know, a broke college student thing."

"Buffet nights instead of party nights?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Exactly. We'd be stingy where we could, and at the end of the month, we would go to a buffet and eat like queens. Our version of luxury."

"So you're a buffet vet?"

"Basically. We were broke, hungry, and deadly serious. There were rules. Zones. Plate limits. No one touched dessert until every station had been hit at least once."

"Sounds intense," I said as I eyed the diminishing mountain of food on her plate. "You make it look effortless."

She leaned in, eyes dancing. "Stick close, rookie. I'll show you how it's done."

I chuckled, shaking my head as I dug into my plate. Around us, the clatter of trays and hum of conversation filled the space, but it all faded into the background. Just her, me, too much food, and the kind of warmth that didn't need anymore.

By the time we cleared our plates for the third time, I was deeply satisfied and needed to be rolled out the door.

Addison leaned back in her seat, patting her stomach. "Ok, I regret nothing, but I may die."

"Can I have your brownie?"

She slid her plate across to me. "Take it. Tell Mom and Dad I loved them."

We both laughed, lazily sipping the last of our drinks. The buffet had started to quiet down, the dinner rush fading, and darkness settling outside.

"You feel like walking it off? Exploring the town?" I asked, pushing my plate aside. "Could use some air."

Addison nodded. "Yeah. Let's go see what this town is hiding."

We stepped out into the cool streets. The air had a crispness to it, and a scent of pine and sweetness, maybe a bakery nearby. Streetlights flickered, bathing the sidewalks in soft gold.

We wandered without any real direction, passing mom and pop shops with handmade signs, bookstores with their windows still lit, and the occasional street musician playing something soft for the night.

Addison slipped her arm through mine as we walked. "You ever notice how towns are different at night?" she said. "Like they're softer. Less trying to impress."

I nodded. "Like showing they're real self."

She smiled at that, resting her head lightly against my shoulder for a beat before pulling away to peer into a store window.

"Want to go in?" I asked.

"Not yet," she said. "I kind of like wandering."

So we did. No plan, no destination. Just two people with full stomachs and nowhere to be, letting the town unfold one step at a time.

We continued walking in silence, the air between us quieter, more reflective. I could tell Addison was lost in thought, her pace slowing as she looked around at the buildings around us.

"So," I said, trying to break the silence. "You mentioned your girlfriends, but anyone special in the picture?"

She gave a small, amused shrug, glancing over at me. "If I did, I wouldn't have done what I did with you. But I told you, I had that one complicated relationship."

The words hung in the air probably longer than they should have. I pressed on, not trying to sound too eager, but unable to resist. "Did you think he was the one?"

She stopped walking for a second, her gaze shifting over the streets as she gathered her thoughts. "Yeah, I did actually."

I wasn't sure if she was going to say more, but I waited, not wanting to push too hard. Finally, she looked back at me, her eyes a little softer. "His name was Chris. We were together for almost a year. We broke up a bit before finals. You know, the kind of relationship where everything feels like it fits, at first."

"Yeah," I said quietly, feeling that sting of familiarity in my own chest. "I know what you mean."

She sighed, a short, humorless laugh escaping her. "Funny thing is, I don't know what changed or when it changed. All I knew was that it did. Suddenly, I felt like I didn't matter to him. I talked to him about it, and we agreed to end things. We still care about each other, but not like that anymore."

There was a weight to her words that lingered, and I couldn't help but ask, "Do you regret it? Ending it?"

She looked at me, her expression thoughtful. "Sometimes. But mostly, I think it worked out the way it was supposed to. If we were meant to be together, I wouldn't have felt the way I felt. I've always believed that when the timing's off, it doesn't matter how much you care about each other. It won't work."

I nodded slowly, understanding more than I let on. It felt like the universe had a way of bringing two people together and then pulling them apart at just the wrong moment. "Yeah, I get that."

She gave a soft smile. "I've moved on, obviously. But that kind of relationship sticks with you. Like yours and Kayla's."

We kept walking, and the conversation felt like a bridge, connecting something we hadn't said out loud yet.

Addison turned to me, her eyes meeting mine with a quiet intensity. "I guess I needed this vacation just as much as you did."

"Yeah," I said, a little more softly than intended. "We both needed a reset."

She smiled at me, nudging me with her shoulder as we continued down the street.

But there was something about this moment. The way she opened up, the way she seemed to understand the pain I was carrying. It made me feel less alone. Maybe, just maybe, this trip was more than a distraction. Maybe it was a chance to heal.

We turned around to make the long trek back to the car, our bellies slightly less full than when we started our walk. Our steps were slow and easy, the weight of the night settling in comfortably around us.

Addison had pulled in front of me. She glanced over her shoulder and grinned, "Ok, no more deep talks. Let's just enjoy the rest of the night. Yeah?"

I laughed, the sound easy and free, and nodded. "Yeah, no more serious stuff. We're on vacation, remember?"

But there was something in the way she said it, something in her eyes that made me want to stay in that space, just a little longer. It felt like a tiny opening where we would be honest without it feeling heavy. And that was something I didn't expect on this trip.

We kept walking, taking in the sleepy streets, the occasional car passing by, and the distant chatter from people still enjoying the night out. As we neared the end of the block, I noticed a small convenience store on the corner, its fluorescent lights flickering. It seemed like the kind of place you stopped at when you needed just a few things to make the night feel complete.

"Think we need anything?" I asked, already moving toward the door.

Addison raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Why not? Maybe we'll find something to snack on later. I'm not ready to crash just yet."

We stepped inside, the door chiming softly as it closed behind us. The store smelled faintly of old coffee and plastic, the kind of place where everything was cramped, but you knew exactly where to find what you needed. We walked down the aisles, scanning the shelves in a quiet kind of companionship.

I grabbed a couple of bottles of water and a pack of gum. Addison wandered over to the snack aisle, her eyes landing on a bag of chips. "I think these are mandatory," she said, holding up the bag proudly.

We wandered around for a few more minutes, picking up random things, more than we needed.

When we finally made it to the counter, the clerk gave us a tired smile, clearly ready to close up for the night. Addison paid for the items, and we made our way back to the car, the cool night air a welcome change from the warm, stuffy store.

As we drove through the quiet streets, the lights from the town fading into the rearview mirror, I felt that familiar sense of calm washing over me again. It wasn't the kind of calm that came from solving everything or even knowing what was next.

The cabin came into view after a few minutes, nestled quietly in the woods, its warm light glowing from the windows. We parked, and I killed the engine.

"Ready to crash?" Addison asked, giving me a sideways glance.

I smiled, grabbing the snacks from the backseat. "Yeah."

Inside the cabin, we made ourselves comfortable, the quiet sounds of the night outside mixing with the soft rustling of candy wrappers. We didn't say much, just snacked, relaxed, and let the exhaustion from the day catch up with us.

When we finally called it a night, I walked to my room. As I opened the door, Addison's voice came, quiet but clear.

"Hey," she said, "why don't you just come sleep with me?"

I paused, turning to look at her. She was already at her door. "It's a big bed," she added, a small smile in her voice. "And I don't know... It's been a long day. Cuddling sounds kind of nice."

I walked toward her, and we both stripped down to our underwear and climbed under the sheets. We shifted around for a moment, trying to get comfortable, then settled into a stillness.

She pushed back into me, her ass grinding into my crotch.

"I don't think I can go another round," I said.

"Neither can I. It just feels nice."

Wrapped in each other's warmth, we drifted off to sleep with ease.

The next morning, I woke up with my customary morning wood. However, this time, it was pressed tightly against my sister's panty clad ass.

I reached around to grab a handful of her breasts.

A low, contented hum escaped her, the sound almost like a purr as she leaned in closer. Her lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Someone is eager this morning," she whispered, her voice thick with teasing delight.

Without waiting for a response, she began to grind against me, her movements slow and deliberate, almost like she was savoring the moment. The friction of her body against mine was enough to stir a fire deep inside me, the warmth between us intensifying with each subtle shift.

She wasn't too vigorous, not yet. Instead, she kept it plain, almost torturously so, drawing out the anticipation. But the way she moved, the way she teased, had my heart racing. My body responded to her every little motion. I could feel my control slipping as her touch promised more.

My hand dropped from her chest into her panties. I started massaging her pussy. I returned the teasing as my fingers traced the outside without slipping in, purposefully dancing around her clit.

She retook control as she dropped her panties. Her hand found my cock and guided it into her. My hips began bucking into her.

This was an unfamiliar position for me. It was far more intimate as there was no separation between our bodies. I probed deeper into her than ever before. As I found my groove, I started going faster. My hand found its way back to her chest, as I ripped her tits out of her bra and began mauling them.

She turned her head as our lips found each other. The raw sex turned into passionate lovemaking. Both of us ached for a release as I continued to pummel into her. We both realized we weren't going to orgasm like this, so we switched it up.

Addison now lay on her stomach, with me on top of her. The range of motion was no longer limited. "I love getting fucked like this," she growled.

Her plump ass was teasing me, inviting me to fuck it. I took my cock and gently traced it along her rear entrance. "Don't you even think about it," she warned me.

Taking her warning, I moved to her vagina and thrusted into her again. I didn't bother wasting any time as I fucked her hard and fast. She elevated her hips, meeting my thrusts, and in no time our climaxes synced. Both of us were sent into heavenly bliss.

I pumped a few more times into her after I came before I collapsed onto her.

"That was a great way to wake up," she murmured, her voice still thick with satisfaction, but soft, like she was content to be in the moment.

I smiled, rolling off her, running my fingers through her hair. She rested her head against my chest. Her body was warm, and the steady rise and fall of her breath mirrored mine in a quiet, peaceful rhythm. We didn't speak, enjoying the aftermath of what had happened.

The light from the window filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room, and everything felt perfect. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so at peace.

Her fingers traced absent-minded patterns on my arm, the gesture soothing. I felt a lazy smile tug at my lips as I leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"I don't want to leave the bed today," she said after a pause, her voice light and sleepy. "I could stay here with you all day."

"Why don't we?"

"Because we have to go back home today, Stupid."

I chuckled softly. "We probably should get up then, because if we don't, I'll be tempted to have sex with you again."

"I don't think that's the worst idea in the world."

In no time, she had flipped onto her back, and I was back between her legs. I put her legs up on my shoulders and began fucking her again.

There was nothing particularly extraordinary about round two. It was just two people, still tangled in the warmth of the morning, taking care of the physical need that lingered between them. No words, no build-up.

The rhythm was casual, effortless, and understanding. It wasn't about intensity or passion. It was just about getting another release.

"Keep going, I'm almost there," she declared. "Don't cum yet."

I held myself back, trying to time our second orgasms of the morning. I maintained the steady pace until I felt her body tense. Her breathing hitched like her body was catching up. A tremor passed through her, subtle but unmistakable, and her grip tightened. Her lips parted, a quiet sound escaping, a mixture of a gasp and a sigh. She was right there on the edge. That was my sign to finish the job as I sprinted to the finish line. The quiet hum of pleasure slipped past her lips as I groaned from my pleasure.

A moment passed as I sat up. We exchanged a glance, an understanding that both of our sexual needs had been satisfied for now.

I got up out of bed, and my feet met the cool wood of the floor. I stood, stretching, feeling the satisfying pull of muscles that had been relaxed from sex.

"Ready to get started?"

Addison gave a lazy nod. A second passed before she sat up as well. My eyes lingered on her naked body before I walked towards my bathroom.

I pulled the bathroom door open, greeted by the cool, tiled floor. I turned on the shower and walked underneath the chill water. The coldness was refreshing and grounding, washing away the haze of sleep.

As the water cascaded down my back, I tilted my head back, letting it run through my hair. After a final, lingering breath, I shut off the water, stepping out and reaching for the towel. I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped into my bedroom to get into a clean pair of clothes.

I stepped into the kitchen, opting out of turning on the light, relying on the natural light flooding in through the window. I turned on the coffee machine. The smell of coffee grew stronger, and when the machine beeped, I poured myself a cup.

The bitter coffee brought back bitter memories, but there was a quiet acceptance, a sense that things had changed. The memories of Kayla had begun to soften.

I leaned against the counter, letting the steam rise from the coffee, watching the faint morning light shift through the window. The pulse of the day started to settle around me, the hum of normalcy.

Addison's soft shuffle joined me in the kitchen. She poured herself a cup and stood opposite me. She took a sip, her eyes studying the scenery outside the window. "You know," she said in between sips, "this place has given me more memories than our house."

I nodded, watching her. The soft lines of her face seemed softer this morning, the edges of our connection less sharp, confirmation that we'd crossed some invisible threshold for good.

"We should do something big today," I suggested. "Last day. Make the most of it."

She raised an eyebrow, setting her coffee down. "Like a last hurrah?"

"Something like that," I replied. We both knew this would be the last morning we spent in this little cabin tucked away in the woods. A place we claimed as ours, even if only for a little while.

After a moment, Addison nodded, her lips curling into a faint smile. "Okay, then. Let's make it count."

With a sultry expression, she sat herself on the counter, legs wide open, inviting for a round 3. Like a puppy, I walked over to her. I was stopped in my tracks by a hand to my face.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Dumbfounded, I said, "I thought..."

"You thought we'd have sex after you wore me out in the morning? I love sex, but I'm no sex machine." She kissed me lovingly on the lips. "But, I promise we'll have one last hurrah before we leave."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I think we need the energy for the hike we're about to take." She pushed me away and raced to her room.

We met out on the porch, Addison dressed in a similar sports bra and shorts.

We started our hike with no particular destination in mind, just the path ahead, winding through dense underbrush and tall, ancient pines. The air was cool, the scent of pie and earth thick in the atmosphere.

She fell into step beside me, our movements matching in rhythm. She was weirdly quiet as we trekked along the path.

As we climbed a gentle rise, the trees parted, opening to a small clearing that revealed the valley below. The sunlight broke through the canopy in dappled beams, casting patterns on the forest floor. It was beautiful in a raw, unfiltered way. It was humbling, grounding.

I paused, taking it all in. Addison did the same, standing beside me, her face turned slightly toward the sky. There was a kind of serenity here, a quiet acceptance that this moment, like everything else, would soon be gone.

We stood there for a while longer, the only sound being the occasional rustle of leaves or the far-off call of a bird.

Eventually, we turned back down the trail, hand in hand, the path winding ahead of us, just as uncertain and open as the future.

We were nearly back at the trailhead when Addison spotted something. A narrow side path, half-hidden by ferns and branches. She tilted her head toward it, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Wanna take a detour?" she asked.

"I know you asked that as a question, but I know I have no choice."

She smirked and ducked under the branches, with me following right behind her. The path was barely a trail, more like a forgotten cut through the woods. After a few minutes of weaving between trees and swatting bugs, the woods gave way to a clearing.

The lake we had seen the other day was now in front of us. Small and ringed by trees, the water was still and glassy under the morning light. And near the far edge, hanging from a sturdy tree, a frayed old tire swing swayed lazily in the breeze.

Addison turned back to me with a grin that said she was already five steps ahead.

"We're doing this," she said, already kicking off her shoes. I watched her peel off her socks next, then her top, and then her fingers hovered at the waistband of her shorts before those came off as well.

She looked back at me with one eyebrow raised, challenging, daring. "Come on," she said, her voice low, teasing. "You scared?"

Before I could argue, she dove in, disappearing beneath the water, a splash ringing out through the forest. She came back up, her laughter echoed across the surface, full and unfiltered. She was completely unbothered, completely free.

I didn't hesitate after that.

The water was cold but not shocking, just enough to jolt us into the moment. We took turns on the swing like kids again, cheering each other on, splashing just to splash. With the sun on our shoulders, the water on our skin, life felt perfect.

"You're ridiculous," I said, breathless.

"Freeing, isn't it?"

It was. We floated there for a while, drifting in and out of each other's reach, occasionally brushing past.

Addison swam to the tire swing and pulled herself up, droplets running down her spine. She didn't look back before launching off it into the water again, arms spread wide, screaming like someone who had nothing to lose.

Later, when the adrenaline wore off, we swam back to the shore and sat on the bank. We were both shivering, but still laughing like kids caught in a secret.

"This is what I had planned when we were on the drive up," she murmured.

"Skinny dipping?"

"Not exactly, but being free. To not be thinking so hard about everything."

I nodded. I knew exactly what she meant. For the first time this trip, it felt like nothing had to be fixed. Just us enjoying the now.

We sundried the best we could before using our clothes to towel dry the rest of the way.

"I can't believe we actually did that," I said.

Addison just gave me a half-smile, about to toss a smart remark, when a voice cut through the trees.

"Well, now that's the kind of swimming they don't advertise to the tourists."

We both froze.

A man stood a few yards off, maybe mid-fifties, slightly protruding gut and hairy, holding a tackle box and a fishing pole. He didn't look shocked, just amused.

I scrambled, grabbing my shirt and stepping into my shorts in a blur, heart thudding. Addison, on the other hand, didn't move an inch, not out of fear, but confidence.

"Didn't mean to sneak up," he said, setting the box down with a clatter. "Didn't expect company out here. Figured I'd cast a few lines before sunset, but..." He gave a casual shrug. "Looks like I'm overdressed."

Before either of us could find words, he dropped the fishing pole, kicked off his boots, and with the ease of somebody completely unbothered by social norms, stripped.

Addison turned to me, eyes wide with mock alarm, and whispered loud enough for me to hear, "You're bigger."

"Thanks," I said through a stifled laugh. She grinned, entirely too pleased with herself.

The man waded into the water like it was just another Sunday. "Name's Lyle, by the way. Cabin's a couple of miles that way." He jerked his chin vaguely in a direction. "Y'all visiting?"

"Yeah," Addison said easily. "Last day. Thought we'd do something memorable."

"Well, you nailed it," Lyle said, casting his rod into the lake. "Not many folks find this trail. You've got good instincts. And hope you don't mind me saying, but you got a hell of a figure, Miss."

She gave a small laugh, unbothered. "Thanks. You've got.. a solid mountain man thing going. Rugged charm. Not bad."

He chuckled, casting another lazy line into the water. "You two up from the city?"

"Yeah," I said, still trying to will my heartbeat back to normal. "Rented a cabin nearby."

Addison wandered a few steps closer to the water's edge, still bare, still effortless.

Lyle glanced over as he reeled in his line, then gave a sideways grin. "Ever cast a line before?"

"Nope."

"You've got the stance for it. Want to give it a shot?"

She shrugged, took the rod from him, and mimicked his grip. He moved in, standing just behind her to guide her arms. His hands brushed against her skin as he adjusted her hold. There was nothing leering in his movements, a kind of touching that meant nothing, or just a little more than nothing.

"Here," he said, his hands sliding underneath hers, nudging against her breasts, brief and unacknowledged.

She didn't react, neither pulling away nor acknowledging the contact. Instead, she narrowed her eyes, focused on the water ahead, letting the moment drift by like it hadn't happened at all.

She cast the line, it arched and dropped into the lake with a quiet splash.

"Not bad," he said. "You've got a natural rhythm."

Addison handed the rod back with a smile. "I'm good at following instructions."

The three of us stood there for a minute or two, making small talk. How the fish weren't biting like they used to, how the old tire swing had been there longer than any of the locals, the trail being reclaimed by the forests.

Eventually, Addison reached for her clothes and pulled her top over he head. "Alright, that's enough public nudity for one afternoon."

"Suit yourself," Lyle said, sneaking one last look. "Y'all be safe heading back."

"Nice meeting you, Lyle," we said as we headed back.

Halfway to the cabin, she said, "We got caught by a man named Lyle who got naked with us. That's one for the mental scrapbook."

"The way he just joined us. Like it was a neighborhood barbecue."

She grinned. "I kind of liked it. The thrill of getting caught and then getting caught."

I shook my head, smiling despite myself. "You live for chaos, don't you?"

"Only the good kind," she said, bumping her shoulder into mine.

The cabin came into view as the sun hovered above the trees, the sky warm with late golden light. Our clothes were still damp, skin still tingling from the lake and getting caught.

"What time do we have to leave?"

"5. They have a quick turnaround. The cleaning crew is supposed to get here by 5:30."

"What time is it now?"

"4:37."

"Let's finish packing and get our one last hurrah in."

We rushed into the cabin to pack. I have self-diagnosed OCD, but I was throwing everything into my suitcase, not bothering to make it look pretty. I zipped it shut and rushed to her room, where she had also finished packing.

Our clothes were thrown to the floor in no time as we met on the bed. Our lips mashed against each other. We fell onto the bed, our tongues not leaving each other. My hand made its way down to her clit to get her ready, though based on how wet she was, I didn't need to.

Her hand drifted down to my member, stroking it to full length and hardness. Knowing we were on a time crunch, she guided me into her, skipping the foreplay.

My cock parted her lips. Addison groaned, letting go of my cock and pushing her hips forward, taking more of me inside of her.

"Uhhh," she moaned, both her elbows supporting her. She hung her head back, her blonde hair falling onto the bed. I gripped her hips and pushed forward until my cock was fully lodged inside of her. Her pussy gripped me tightly, her hips rocked back and forth, slamming against me, setting the tempo.

She fucked me relentlessly for several minutes. She was thrusting so fast that I struggled to hold onto her hips and keep up with her frantic pace. Her dripping wet pussy never stopped gripping my cock. It felt good, it felt perfect.

"Are you close?" she asked. "Are you gonna cum for me?"

"Fuck," I whined. "I'm almost there."

"Me too, nnggh," she growled. "Don't cum yet. Just a bit more."

I hoped she was close because I couldn't hold myself back much longer. I gritted my teeth and came hard.

Addison clenched down hard around my cock, locking me in place as her body spasm. She dropped onto the bed, her elbows giving out beneath her.

"Uhhh. Ahh," she moaned as she came effusively. Her sweat covered body shuddered as the orgasm rocked her.

When it was over, we lay there for a breath, embracing our final moments in the cabin.

A moment later, we were on our feet, slipping into the shower. The shower sputtered to life, steam already beginning to fill the mirror. We took turns standing under the spray, letting it wash off the sweat, the heat of the moment. She scrubbed quickly and efficiently, reaching for the soap as she brushed by me.

Neither of us said much as we let the water splatter against our bodies.

By the time we stepped out, the steam had engulfed the bathroom. We dried off and got dressed in comfy clothes for the long drive ahead of us. We wheeled out our luggage to the living room when the clock struck five.

"Just in time," I said.

We loaded the car and took one last look at the cabin. A cabin that had changed our relationship forever. That had set the tone for the rest of the summer.

In that space, there was a finality to the moment, but also something more. A sense that whatever we'd come to find here, we'd found it. We hopped in the car, Addison offering to drive this time.

We followed the gravel road back to the highway. Eventually, we turned onto the highway. It was a quiet goodbye to the cabin, to the woods, and to this vacation. This chapter was now closing.

But as we made our way back, there was no sorrow in the parting. Only the steady hum of normalcy, and the strange comfort of knowing we had shared something meaningful, something lasting, even if it was fleeting.

The final day had come, but it wasn't the end. Not really.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed.

"What?"

"We're supposed to go to Washington."

She stared at the road in front of us. The itinerary now felt absurd. The drive to Washington and then an even longer drive back home in California. We weren't sure.

I looked at her. She looked at me.

"I don't want to," she said, simple as that.

"Me neither," I replied, already sliding my phone out to let our parents know we were on our way back.

No ceremony, no drama. Just a shared sigh and sudden joy of abandoning the plan.

I didn't know what awaited us when we got back. Would this continue? Was this just a vacation thing? Would we ever talk of this again?

Then I realized. We had time.

And time always had a way of solving things.