CHAPTER ONE
Mandy
“Oh crap,” I muttered, stumbling to the cabin. My family has a place in the Poconos, something my grandparents left us after they passed. Each year, we come here to swim, relax, and generally have a good time in each other’s company.
Except I’d just stepped in some unnamed gunk on the path to the front door. Typical Mandy. I’d only just gotten here and my shoe was already soiled with some brownish green slime, gooey and godawful smelly. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Hopefully it wasn’t raccoon business or anything like that, but knowing my luck, it probably was.
So tiptoeing gingerly, I made my way to the cabin, pounding on the solid wood door.
“Mom, Dad!” I called out. “Open up, I’m out here, I need some help!”
But the door remained steadfastly shut, and I sighed again. I guess my parents hadn’t made it up yet, Linda is known to dawdle while packing, even if it’s just for a weekend in the woods.
So I limped around to the side of the cabin and looked for a hose, a rock, anything. Oh there it was. The green snake was wound neatly in a coil, and I pulled on it gently. With my other hand, I gingerly turned on the spout, but it was no good, there was no give. With a grunt, I twisted a little harder, and suddenly a gurgle rang out, then a hiss and a godawaful unexpected burst of water splashed from the hose, dousing me, making me sputter and choke.
“Ergh!” I shrieked, trying to get the thing away from me. Much good that did. As I dropped the hose, it fell to the floor twisting and turning like a live eel, spraying me even more.
“Ergh! Uck!” I sputtered more, making a dive for it. Holy shit, this thing was out of control and it was like trying to capture a slippery fish with my bare hands. But after grasping and wrestling for a full minute, finally, I got my hands on the hose and managed to point it away from me and into some shrubbery. With my other, I jerked the spout emphatically, stopping the water from blasting like fireworks.
And then I collapsed, panting. It was classic Mandy. Soaked to the bone, I was a bedraggled wet rat. My t-shirt and shorts clung to my body like second skin, hair plastered to my skull as rivulets ran into my eyes, making me blink blearily, waterlogged and dazed in the sudden stillness after the water fireworks. But this is just life as Mandy. Every minute is filled with hazards, and sad to say, getting some type of poop on my shoe and then getting doused with water was simply par for the course.
So gingerly, I got up. Yep, water squelched in my sneakers, it felt so gross, and I shivered uncontrollably despite the fact it was a sunny day. Damnit, I was gonna have to get changed immediately, otherwise a cold was coming my way, and squelching all the way to my car, I popped open the trunk to lift out my bag.
Quickly, I rummaged through the duffel and fished out another t-shirt and some polka-dotted shorts. Perfect. They didn’t match at all, but I was way beyond that point. Even if I looked like Riddles the Clown, dry was better than wet, and with quick fingers, I peeled off the t-shirt, shivering as it pulled away from my skin. Goose bumps pimpled and I dropped the offending garment on the floor with a plop. Then I kicked off my sneakers, and with a quick snap of my fingers, undid the denim shorts. Trying to hold the fabric away from my body, I wriggled out of the wet material, dropping the sopping mess where it lay.
But unexpectedly, my bra and panties were soaked through as well. Shit, I’d have to switch everything up. Reaching into my bag, I fumbled for a bit before coming up with lacy little nothings, a pink wisp of a bra and a matching panty set. Perfect. Looking around quickly, I scanned to see if there was anyone in the forest. Oh my god, there was a slight rustle, and panicked, I covered my boobs with my hands, unsure whether to go further.
But after ten seconds of waiting, there was no more sound. It was probably just that raccoon whose doo-doo I’d stepped in, it was nothing. So turning back to the car, slowly, I undid the snap of my bra in back, letting the cotton straps slide down my shoulders until my girls were bare. Holy cow, they looked happy to be out in nature. The huge white hills swayed and jerked, my pink nipples stiff to the touch from the cold water.
But right, this was no time to dilly-dally. I dropped the bra on the floor and then with swift fingers, rolled my panties off my hips until they too were a wet pile at my feet. Another crackle rang out from the forest behind me, and I turned again swiftly, this time alarmed, brown eyes wide.
My skin prickled a bit, hotly aware, and my breath caught in my chest. What if someone had seen my strip show? What if someone was looking at me, even now? God, it’d be so embarrassing, I was huge, curvy, everything hanging out at the moment.
But right, only silence. So slowly, I reached down for my dry clothes. There was another audible crackle behind me, this time louder, and my head snapped on my neck this time like the girl from The Exorcist. Panicked, I clutched my clothes to my chest, but it did no good because my pussy was bare, and besides, someone in back of me could see everything. They’d see the pinkness, the sweet, naughty flesh between my legs, untouched by man up until now.
But again, it was just my imagination playing tricks. Silly me! So this time, I didn’t hesitate for a second. With swift fingers, I slipped into the dry t-shirts and shorts, quickly bundling my wet things into a ball, and with bare feet, gingerly made my way to the cabin. Shit, where was the spare key? I checked the flower pot and under the doormat. Shit, shit, shit, where had Ray and Linda hid it this year? Digging through a pile of leaves under the window, I searched futilely.
But suddenly, I remembered. In my drenched state, I’d momentarily forgotten that Robert, my dad’s best friend, was coming on this vacation, and my parents had given him the spare. Oh shit, shit. Robert was a hunky, gorgeous older man that I’d had a crush on for ages, and he’d be arriving any minute. A flush ran through me, body going hot with awareness, warm and gushy inside. With self-conscious fingers, I tried to comb my hair into some sort of style, but it was futile. The brown curls hung in limp tendrils, sticking to the sides of my face even as I tried to fluff them out. My make-up was smeared for sure, and god knows, there were wet spots on my clothes, sticking to me in the most awkward places. Oh god, Robert was coming, Robert was coming … and as usual, I looked like a little girl, someone he’d never be interested in.