The Cabin on The Blue

"Good morning," John replied with a slow smile. "Breakfast will be ready in a little while."

"Thanks, I'll come help," Rachel nodded, swinging her legs out of the bed.

"I'll leave the door open, so the heat can circulate," John said as he retreated to the main room of the cabin. "It's gotten really chilly in here," he muttered under his breath.

Rachel shook her head with a wry smile, sighing as she stood in front of the wall mirror. She ran her hands through her hair pulling it into a ponytail and securing it with one of the bands she wore on her wrist. She was torn between logic and lust. While she knew that her 'no sex' guidelines were smart and practical, she wanted nothing more than to act on her desires. She closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to simply give in. She would retire for the night first, and once he climbed into bed she would reveal that she was completely naked, pulling off his clothing as he kissed her, pressing her into the mattress and rubbing her all over...

She sighed deeply. John was intelligent, mature, and likely more than a little experienced, sexually; however, he had offered no practical response to her concerns of pregnancy. In Rachel's experience, this led her to believe that he had no prophylactics on hand, as the mention of their presence in the cabin would have been a routine, automatic response to such worries. But her handsome host had mentioned a few 'nearby' stores on occasion, and he hadn't cleared all of them out. Instead he had taken several truckloads of items to Bess and Blue, a local mini-mart that John used as a backup/secondary storage location. From other comments that John had made, Rachel thought it likely that he had more than a few caches of goods and supplies in the area.

It was clear that he believed in being prepared, and with an abundance it only made sense to have your eggs spread out over several baskets. Anything could happen, nowadays.

With a bio-diesel truck and horses, Rachel was relatively certain that there were other stores within a reasonable distance that were likely to have either a family planning aisle, a pharmacy or both - even in a backwoods place like this. Patience, she thought. It could only be a good thing to wait a while.

The next few days passed the same way. Every morning when she woke, John was already in the kitchen. They would spend most of the day working, taking breaks to share meals and ending their evenings tangled up on the couch before separating and going to bed. And every night, John took a shower before coming to bed, which mean that he was taking two showers a day.

Rachel stared at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the river and the earliest morning birds. For once, she had awakened before John, and she was contemplating what she was beginning to think was very odd behavior. It made no sense for him to shower before bed when he had just done so a few hours before. It wasn't as though setting out water and night feed for Clark and the other animals would require anything more than handwashing.

Unless....Rachel inhaled, rolling over to snuggle into his side. By the time that he awoke a few minutes later, she had gathered her nerve. "John," Rachel murmured, resting her face on his shoulder, "can I ask you a question?"

John shifted, turning on the pillow to gently rest his chin on the top of her head. "It is very early for

questions."

"I wanted to ask you now, before I thought about it too much," Rachel admitted in a whisper, and John found himself intrigued and turned on.

"Oh, this ought to be good." John chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around her.

She took a deep breath, then let the words tumble out before her brain could stop her. "Why do you shower before coming to bed, even when you're not dirty?"

John froze, then a low, quiet laugh began in his belly. "Are you sure you want me to answer?" He asked eventually.

Rachel paused, then nodded. "Yes."

He ran through a mental list of possible responses, toying with the idea of speaking of his more salacious thoughts. Maybe 'because I haven't had sex in longer than I care to admit, and you make my balls ache?' Or 'although I enjoy our makeout sessions, I am always left with a raging erection and I need to be rid of it lest I terrify you'. He bit his tongue to keep from laughing aloud. "I need to cool down before climbing into bed with you, even more so if we've just been fooling around."

Rachel lay there quietly, thinking over his words. What else could he possibly mean? Now she really felt guilty. Soon, she decided, they would see if they could reach a more favorable compromise.

Breakfast was delicious. John had made open faced sandwiches topped with a scramble, some sort of egg mixture that was brimming with a variety of chopped ingredients. Rachel was impressed to learn that the ham had come from a boar that John had hunted and cured. "You know," she began, "I would love to learn about hunting. Could I come with you the next time you go?"

"Sure," John replied, pleased with her interest. "I'll teach you a few more traps, too. I know you've done well with the snare, but you should learned some others."

She nodded in eager agreement. "I'd really like to do more to help around here, too," Rachel continued. John had begun to frown, but she kept talking. "I'm almost completely healed. You spend most of the daylight working outside in one way or another, and I know that I can help. I don't have as much farming experience but I have done little vegetable gardens and I can do other things. Feed and water the animals, weeding and watering in the garden. And harvesting - I know most of the plants you have. Think of how much more free time you'll have once I can take on a share of the workload."

The corners of his mouth lifted. "I don't think I need more time on my hands, right now." Rachel stared at him blankly and John sighed. "I suppose it would give me more time to work on the more labor intensive projects. And there are a few other things I'd like to take care of. If you can hold down the fort for a day, maybe a little longer, then I might be able to do so."

"Deal," Rachel said, grinning at him. She extended her hand, and he snorted with amusement as he shook it.

That night, John picked a loud action movie, a sharp contrast to the thrillers and quiet dramas he usually preferred. He also seemed significantly more restrained than usual, only kissing her sedately and never once groping her. The long, slow kisses he gave her seemed even more enticing without the additional stimulation.

Well, Rachel thought, it wouldn't hurt them to spend a little less time getting themselves all worked up, but she was incredibly disappointed. John showered as usual, and Rachel curled up on her side, pretending to be asleep. All she could think about was that John was once again so worked up he needed to take a cold shower before going to sleep....and what he was doing in there. She shivered, very aware of how wet her panties were. Did he think about her while he...serviced himself? Rachel bit her lip, trying not to giggle.

When John finally climbed into bed beside her, something was different. A thrill went through her when she realized that he was shirtless, feeling John's cool, bare skin as he pulled her close. A very cold shower, then, she thought, as his body temperature usually ran hot. Usually, he would spoon her and then fall asleep, but tonight he seemed much more awake than usual. Rachel swallowed as he placed his hand on the narrow line of her waist and ran it down to her hip, slowly grinding himself against the curves of her rear while kissing her neck and collarbone. He'd shaved his face too, she suddenly noticed, feeling his smooth jaw and cheek against her skin. His erection and warmth were mind-numbingly distracting. "John..." Rachel mumbled, suddenly unable to find words.

John let out a groan, equal parts frustration and arousal, and Rachel's nipples stiffened in response. He forced himself to move away from her - why did Rachel have to have such a warm, enticing form - and sat up. She clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from asking him not to leave. His breathing was heavy in her ear, and a serious slickness was developing between her legs. She bit her tongue in an attempt to break the spell.

"I can't. I can't do this," John said, running his hands through his hair. He hadn't cut it in a while, and it had begun to curl as it grew out. "I'm sorry. I'm not- I can't sleep beside you like this." John clenched his jaw. "I'll move back to the couch. The firewood isn't a problem, we've got plenty-"

"What-" Rachel started and then paused, clearing her throat before she could speak again. She didn't dare move to look at him. Why did he have to be so fucking gorgeous? "What can I do?"

John exhaled, a sigh so quiet she almost missed it.

"I'm serious. There are lots of other things we can do...or is it all or nothing for you?" Rachel queried.

"I could do things," John replied eagerly, "I could be happy with any number of things. But this....this is torture." Rachel shuddered as he pressed his erection against her ass again. " I'm not very picky," he whispered into her ear.

Rachel closed her eyes, wondering if she was as crazy as she thought she was. "Okay," she murmured, carefully rolling over to face him. Taking a deep breath, she took one of his hands and led it underneath her t-shirt, cupping it against one of her full breasts before releasing him. Then she pulled her shirt up to her neck, shifting up the pillows and guiding his face to the other.

He groaned, a mixture of gratitude and contentment, immediately suckling her taut, pinkish-brown nipple into his mouth. Rachel whimpered, arching her chest into his face as he licked her.

She reached down, pausing with her finger just inside the waistband of his pants. "Can I?" She asked.

"God, yes, please," he responded, and Rachel quickly yanked the elastic open, breathing heavily. They both gasped when she found his cock, wrapping her soft, petite hand around the head and stroking up and down his long, thick shaft. Her eyes widened in amazement. John's cock was huge - it felt even more massive in her palm than it had pressed firmly into her leg - and dripping with clear fluid.

With deliberate motions, Rachel traced her fingertips to the base of his stiff member, then ran them down to his sack, gentle fingers exploring his warm, eager flesh. He moaned as she rubbed him, switching back and forth between her nipples, licking and sucking each of them in turn. She shifted, giving herself room to use both hands. "I don't have a lot of experience with this," Rachel whispered, which only served to excite him more. I've done this a handful of times, she thought to herself, fighting the urge to giggle nervously.

"You're doing fine," John gasped, and his hips bucked. He buried his face in between her warm, supple breasts, rubbing his cheeks across her soft skin. One of her hands circled his head while the other worked up and down his pulsating shaft; then everything tightened. "I'm- I'm going to cum-" he groaned, grasping the flesh of her hip firmly in one hand moments before erupting into her palm. Rachel 'oohed' excitedly as she milked him, then exclaimed over the volume of fluid as he climaxed. She felt oddly proud of herself.

John relaxed, sinking into the bed with a contented groan. After a little while, he reached into the nightstand pulled out a soft cloth from the drawer, and attempted to help Rachel clean up her hands. He opened his mouth to apologize for the mess but was startled to find her smiling, looking like the self-satisfied cat who ate the canary. She fixed her shirt, then moved close to him. "That was fun," she murmured, turning to nestle into his body as John embraced her with a happy sigh. He smelled and felt delicious; John's bare chest and stomach were hard yet inviting, and his natural scent combined with the subtle scent of lemon-orange soap delightfully.

"I thought so," he replied, smiling into her hair.

When she woke in the morning, everything was Different.

When Rachel roused from sleep, she was overwhelmingly aware of John's erection, rubbing against her ass and the back of her legs. He was positioned as a big spoon and was taking advantage. Rachel sighed quietly as his hand cupped her breasts over her shirt, giving each a few healthy squeezes while his pelvis rubbed boldly against her. "Mmmm," Rachel managed. She was still trying to wake up, and John's sensual touches were more arousing than usual in her languid, relaxed state.

"Good morning," he drawled, raising up on one elbow to plant a kiss on her cheek. He kissed his way back, pausing at her neck and then doubling back to experimentally nip at her ear. He was rewarded with a whimper, something he took as encouragement, and slowly slid one hand under her shirt. "Your tits are so lovely," he whispered, and Rachel whimpered again as he fondled her warm, supple mounds, gently rubbing her swollen nipples between his fingertips. John moved to lay back down beside her, his hand still caressing her skin, noting that she hadn't given any indication that he should stop.

Rachel's head was spinning. She knew that she should tell him to stop... but she really didn't want to. Not yet, anyway. She shuddered as John pressed his lips to her neck, leaving a line of hot spots on her skin, and bit her lip to remain relatively silent as he captured both of her breasts in one of his large hands, rubbing his fingers and wrist against her stiff nipples at once.

"I have a question," John began, "about your rules." His voice was low and his breath tickled her skin.

Rachel swallowed, trying to clear her head enough to speak. "Okay," she said eventually.

"Is it breaking the rules if your pants stay on but my hand is inside of them?" He had moved his hand. It rested on her lower belly, tantalizingly close to her waistband.

She exhaled carefully. "Uh..." Rachel cleared her throat. "I think- I think that's allowed."

John pulled at the end of her cinched drawstring, his manner slow and deliberate as she felt her pants grow slack. "Well?"

"Yes," she murmured, wriggling her rounded derrière into him.

He wasted no time in easing his hand down the front of her loose cotton pants, and he groaned softly as he hit smooth, bare skin. John almost lost it on the spot from two immediate realizations: Rachel wasn't wearing any panties and she had shaved the entire area bare. He had noticed a small bush when she arrived - her clothing had been waterlogged and filthy, and he had needed to remove her clothing to examine her and treat her wounds and keep her from becoming hypothermic. He had wondered if it was by choice or a matter of circumstance, and the discovery that she had she had carefully groomed this very intimate area that he was now touching was incredibly arousing.

John's hand slid down, his digits keen to explore, boldly delving into the slickness between her lips. She gasped as his fingers brushed lightly against her clit, circling it several times on the way down, and cried out when he rested his palm against her plump mound, two fingers gradually entering her tight, wet center. "Oh," Rachel said loudly with a shudder, involuntarily constricting and arching her back, pressing herself into John's lap while sucking his fingers into her slickness.

"Jesus," John murmured into her ear, delighted at the feel of her around his fingers. Rachel whimpered as they leisurely sank deeper, deeper, deeper, moaning as he continued to stroke her. And then he was unexpectedly angling to press into a small, notably sensitive internal area. Rachel cried out, and her thighs clamped around his wrist, shaking. But John was focused. He easily shifted his hand to continue his work, making sure to keep nudged firmly against her clit while he did. Her pussy clenched even more tightly around him. He smiled knowingly, leaning up just enough to see her face in the full length mirror on the wall. Her face was beautifully flushed.

"Oh- oh, John," Rachel moaned, clutching at his arm and humping into his hand as she orgasmed. She screamed, her hips thrusting wildly. He drew out her climax, not completely easing up until he was sure she had thoroughly finished. Her legs were still trembling as he unhurriedly withdrew his fingers, and Rachel's quiet whimpers managed to fill the room. She calmed once his hand was clear of her pants' band, then collapsed into him without warning, panting quietly.

"That was fun," John said, and she could hear beaming pride in his smile. Rachel rolled over to face him, kissing his chest and neck. "My turn," she told him softly. Rachel tilted her head back so that she could reach his face, kissing along the well-defined angles of his jawline while her hand slowly ran down his chest and abs, starting from his neck. She sighed softly; Rachel didn't think she could ever tire of touching John's body.

He inhaled sharply as Rachel slipped her hand into his pants, immediately giving the head of his turgid cock an appreciative squeeze. It jumped in her hand. John helped himself to her breasts, swiftly pulling her shirt up to her neck and taking one in each hand before moving to take one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. Fingering Rachel had left him rock hard and ready to explode.

"Do you want to... come on my tits?" Rachel asked, biting her lip shyly.

John nodded with enthusiasm. "Here," he told her, rolling her onto her back and taking off her shirt. John straddled her waist and inched the front of his pants down, taking his stiff rod in one hand and filling his other with her supple flesh, rubbing his palm in a circle around her nipple.

Rachel swallowed nervously, trying not to make eye contact with the huge, aggressive looking beast John was firmly wrestling into submission. She focused on the rest of him instead, looking up at his face while running her hands up and down his thighs and as much of his torso as she could reach. "God, you're so perfect," she said, her voice wistful as she lightly ran her nails down his athletic thighs.

That was all he needed. John grunted loudly, and Rachel couldn't help but to look as he covered her chest in his gratification. "Your balls were, like, made to get a woman pregnant," she said, staring at the volume he had produced.

"Well, yes," John replied wryly. "That is the whole entire point of them, so far as I know."

And thus a new pattern came to be, early morning sessions of mutually, manually pleasuring each other. They both enjoyed this time, but differently. Rachel loved fooling around in his warm, comfortable bed, and being awoken by a tall, chiseled, gorgeous man who really really really wanted to have sex with you but was semi-patiently waiting was just about the hottest thing she had ever experienced.

John felt like he was going crazy, but it was still better than the nothing he had been having for long. After a long period of forced celibacy, not to mention months and months of loneliness, he found that he strongly preferred his present circumstances. Even if it did seem as though Rachel both relieved and exacerbated his horniness. Still - with her around, he felt much more alive than he had in a long while.

John looked up from his work as Rachel approached, the usual lunch bag over her shoulder. She wore her own clothing today - the same jeans and thick, hooded black sweater that she had been wearing when she had washed up. There had been a large tear on the side, corresponding to where her ribs had been the most bruised, John remembered, but Rachel had done a good job of repairing the rips and tears. He pulled up a bucket of clear water from the moat, scrubbing his hands with the sliver of soap that Rachel tossed him. Clark wagged his tail happily at her arrival.