Cabin Cousins: Part 3

The love between Charles and Melissa grows.

Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.

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Chapter Eleven

I pressed the green 'send' button and put my phone to my ear
as it began to ring. It rang only once before the clear voice of an angel
excitedly asked, "Hello?".

"Hi, Melissa! I made it home safe," I replied with
an equal amount of excitement.

"I miss you already," Melissa said with a sigh.

"I miss you too."

Hearing her voice and remembering the events of the last
couple of days, made me hard. As we talked, about nothing in particular, I
absently rubbed my erection through my jeans. We talked for about an hour,
before we were both running out of things to say.

"When can we see each other again?" She asked the
question I know she had been dying to ask since she first said hello."

"I'm already on the schedule to work open to close all
of next weekend, and I don't think I could get away with taking two weekends
off in a row."

"Yeah, I have to work too." She said. "My
bosses are going out of town, so there's no way I could get out of it."

"What about the weekend after that? I could probably
get it off." I asked hopefully.

"Me too." Then, excitedly. "That Saturday is
Halloween! We could go to a party?"

"That sounds like fun. Up there, or down here?" I
asked, meaning where she lived in Duluth, or where I did in the Twin Cities.

"Up here. There won't be any brothers sneaking around
to overhear us."

We both laughed, still slightly embarrassed that my older
brother Mark had heard us making love in my tent before dawn that very morning.

"I'll figure out what party we'll go to. You need to
make up a convincing excuse for your parents on why you're going to be in
Duluth all weekend." She said, reminding us both of the importance of
keeping our relationship a secret.

"I can do that." I didn't want to stop talking
with Melissa ever, but I knew I had to. Sighing, I said. "I have to work
early tomorrow. I should go get something to eat and get to bed."

"Yeah, me too," Her reluctance to end the call was
evident. "I'll call you at about eight tomorrow night?"

"I'll be here," I said, already excited at the
prospect of talking with her again.

"I love you, Charles."

Those simple words made my heart flutter.

"I love you, Melissa," I replied, and in an
unspoken agreement that we wouldn't say goodbye, we both ended the call.

I sat there for a while, my heart still fluttering. In less
than two weeks, I'll see her again. This time, I'll be going to her place in
Duluth. The idea of spending a weekend with her, without having to worry about
being found out, made me almost giddy with excitement. That night, when I
jerked off before falling asleep, it was with the thought of what Melissa and I
would do alone in her apartment.

When she called me the next day, it was with her new cell
phone. She said she had to get one because now she had important calls that she
couldn't miss. It wasn't a big thing, but it felt good that she would do it
just to make sure she could talk to me.

We talked every night for the next week and a half and made
our plans for the upcoming weekend. I would go up after work Friday night, and
then on Saturday, we would go to a party that one of Melissa's friends, Ashley,
was already planning on going to. Melissa excitedly explained that we were
going to double date with her friend and her friend's boyfriend, James and that
they already had a plan for a costume theme. As curious as I was, Melissa
playfully refused to tell me what the theme was, saying that she would take
care of getting our costumes together.

I had gotten in touch with a high school friend of mine who
had started classes at the state university. Rob was a year older than me and
had been living in a dorm on campus. I asked him straight up if I could use
visiting him as an excuse for being in Duluth with a girl I didn't want my
parents to know about. (I specifically did not mention who this girl was.)

"You'll owe me one." He had said, laughing.
"But I got you, bro."

The days went by slowly, the growing ache in my heart
tempered only by our nightly phone calls. Knowing that I would hear her voice
in the evening, was something I looked forward to from the moment the previous
call ended. I loved our talks, even when neither of us had anything
particularly interesting to say. But I needed more. I needed to hold her, smell
her, and taste her on my lips.

The most anticipated Friday had finally come. Since I was
taking the rest of the weekend off, my boss had convinced me to work a long
shift. A twelve-hour shift that started at eight in the morning sucked, but the
money was nice. Besides, Melissa had to work until eight to close up the store
she worked at anyway.

My work was busy most of the day, the store being filled
with people buying last-minute Halloween decorations, or supplies to get one
more project done while the weather was still decent. In the evening, business
trailed off, and by six-thirty, the store was nearly empty.

I tracked down the outdoor lumberyard supervisor, Gary, who
was my immediate boss. I asked him if since it was so dead in the store, I
could leave early. He laughed and asked if I had a hot date. I grinned and said
that yeah, I actually did. He made shooing gestures at me with his hands and
laughed again, telling me to hurry up and get out of there.

On my way out of the store, I went through a checkout line
to buy a pack of breath mints. I saw disposable cameras hanging on a hook next
to all the other assorted impulse-buy items they had on display there. I
realized that I didn't have a single picture of Melissa, so I bought one of
those too. Sales strategy: successful.

I had packed my bag the night before, so I left work and
drove directly onto the freeway to head north. It was a little more than a
two-hour drive to Duluth, but it seemed to take twice that long. I couldn't
wait to hold Melissa again. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing her, and
my pants got tight when I thought of the moans she would make as I made her
cum. I had done some "research" in the time we had last seen each
other, and I had a few new things I wanted to try.

So lost was I in my imagination, that I almost missed my
exit. I pulled off the freeway, and onto Grand Ave. I was less than a mile away
now, and the closer I got to her apartment, the more my anticipation grew. As I
pulled into the parking lot, and stopped my truck next to Melissa's Toyota, my
heart was pounding with excitement. I got out of my truck and was about to
knock on her door, the one marked (appropriately, I thought) with the number
ten.

Before I could knock, the door swung inwards, and there she
was. Dressed in gray sweatpants and a pale pink tank top, she stood there for a
moment, grinning at me like a little kid who had just opened a Christmas
present to find the thing she had wanted most in the whole world.

Suddenly, she leaped forward and nearly knocked me over as
she wrapped her arms around me. She buried her face against my neck, inhaling
deeply.

"You're real." She said softly. She pulled back a
bit and giggled when she saw the slightly confused expression on my face.

She kissed me, deeply and passionately. It was sweeter than
I had dreamed about, more delicious than, well, words fail to describe it. All
I can say is that after nearly two weeks apart, kissing her was pure bliss.

She made a soft moan into my mouth when I grabbed her ass
and pulled her in tight to me. I could feel through her sweatpants that she
wasn't wearing panties, and my cock twitched at the thought. Neither of us
wanted to stop the kiss, but I felt her shiver in the crisp night air.

She broke off the kiss and took a half step towards the
door. "It's cold out here, come inside."

"I gotta grab my backpack," I said pointing back
to my truck.

"Close the door tight when you come in, it kinda
sticks." She said, dashing inside and closing the door just enough so it
didn't latch.

I grabbed my bag, and hurried in, bumping my back hard
against the door until the latch clicked. I got my first look at her apartment.
In a word, it was small. It was pretty much a converted motel room. There was a
small living room in the front, nearly filled with just a couch, a small desk
and chair, and a TV stand. Behind the couch was a countertop island, and just
enough kitchen space to fit a refrigerator, a stove, and a sink. To the side of
that, was a narrow hallway that I assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom.

The furnishings were second-hand, but the place was clean,
and had a somewhat cozy feel to it. I had taken all this in in a few seconds,
but then my eyes noticed something. On the floor in the living room was a pale
pink tank top, the one Melissa had been wearing just a moment before.

I dropped my backpack next to the door and started towards
the hallway. Though the front room was brightly lit, the hall and what lay
beyond was dark. I found her sweatpants, then a little farther, a bra. My eyes
were slowly becoming adjusted to the dark, and I could see th