The week passed quickly for Sarah. Tiffany and her talked nearly every day about what to pack, wear and bring. They had lunch together as usual but rather than talking about work; they spoke of the lake, bars, clothing, and shopping. Sarah had the whole week planned out in her head as they drove north for their vacation with Tiffany and Ben.
Dan let Sarah go on each night as she recounted her conversations with Tiffany to him. She knew Dan wasn’t interested, but it helped her feel like he was involved in the planning. Men want to feel like they are in charge, so the Sarah did her part at informing Dan of the three W’s (when, where, and what.) Regardless of his level of interest, both Dan and Sarah were happy when Friday night came, and Sarah loaded up the car.
“Do you want me to help?” Dan asked.
“No. The last time I let you pack the car, you didn’t have any shirts to wear.”
“ONE TIME! It was just one time, and maybe I wanted new shirts and did it on purpose.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Honey. What about the time you left the airline tickets on the kitchen counter, and we didn’t realize you forgot them until we were halfway to Kansas City?”
“Hey now. Play nice. I was 24 years old. I’m a changed man,” Dan said holding up his hands in surrender.
“Changed,” Sarah snorted. “Okay, believe what you want, but I’m still packing the car. You can be helpful and bring the bags from out of the bedroom.”
“I can do that. Did you pack the—”
“Of course,” Sarah interrupted.
“Of course you brought Bob.”
Bob was the name Sarah used for every sex toy she ever purchased since she was in High School. Bob fucked her when she was sad, lonely, horny, and—well, Bob even fucked her when Dan wasn’t adequate to complete the work. The “Bob” that Dan alluded to was her new Sybian. Sarah let it slip once to Tiffany that she owned a Sybian and Tiffany insisted that she brings it and let her try it out. After getting over the embarrassment and having someone know you own one, she reluctantly agreed to bring it along. If for nothing else, it’d give her something to do after Dan does her. He never lasted as long as Sarah needed.
Traffic leaving Denver metro on any day is a significant pain in the ass, but today being Friday didn’t make it any easier. It seemed like everyone was trying to leave town for one last Summer vacation. August weather is funny in that it’s typically hot in early August and cold by the last day of the month. Sarah loved August in Colorado and often thought it was the perfect month. Not too hot and not too cold.
“The fishing should be great this time of the year,” Ben said breaking Sarah out of her memories.
“Hmm?”
“I said that the fishing should be great. What were you thinking about?”
“Ben,” Sarah said absentmindedly.
“Ben?” Dan asked.
“What?”
“You said you were thinking about Ben.”
“No, I didn’t?”
Dan chuckled. “I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.”
“Well, if I did I meant to say, Tiffany and Ben. I don’t remember the last time we hung out for anything other than a quick dinner.”
“Ben and I go fishing every year.”
“Yes. I know that. I meant as a couple. They're always busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Dance clubs mostly.”
“Ben dances?”
“Yes, you flat-footed ape, he dances. You used to dance.”
“Well, I was trying to get into your pants back then,” Dan said with a smirk as he glanced across at her.
“It still would be nice if you tried to impress me again. That used to be fun,” Sarah said with an edge of disappointment in her voice.
“Hey. I was kidding. It’s just—just not something I enjoyed all that much. I’m not that coordinated, and I always felt like a fool.”
“I know. I’m being silly. Tiffany always talks about them going to this club or that club.”
“If it’s that important to you, maybe we should…I don’t know. Go someday? I could try.”
Sarah looked at Dan in surprise. They stopped going dancing shortly after they got engaged and Dan has always turned her down on any suggestions go hit up a club.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I can try and not step on too many toes.”
“We could take lessons?”
“Don’t push your luck,” Dan chuckled. “You’ve got me to cave and say I’d try finally. You didn’t get me to agree to lessons.”
“Thank you. I’m excited. I’ll tell Tiffany that we can go with them one day? What do you say?”
“Umm.”
“I love you,” Sarah said. “Thank you.”
Dan found he couldn’t think of anything to say and resorted to watching traffic out the window. Luckily for him, Sarah turned on the radio and started singing to Tim McGraw’s latest hit. He tried to think of a way out of this agreement but found his loopholes were closed. Damn.
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Traffic never improved until they passed the Harmony exit in Fort Collins. Sixty miles of traffic, two accidents and nearly two hours of driving from Golden and they still had another 20 minutes to Terry Lake. When the Mulberry exit finally came into view, Dan let out a massive sigh of relief.
“What’s wrong?” Sarah asked.
“Nothing. I’m just glad to get out of this damn traffic.”
“You’d think they’d do something about it. Tiffany said the couple that owns the house down the road from the cabin makes that drive every day.”
Dan shook his head in disbelief.
“It’s true. They came from California and said it’s half as long as his old commute. Plus, he leaves at 4 a.m and get’s off at 2 pm from the school district.”
“Which school?”
“He’s the head of IT for Denver Schools. He must make a lot of money because Tiffany said his house is at least 10,000 square feet.”
“Or he sold a house in California and bought a nice house here.”
“True. I forgot about that.”
Google maps took them on some back roads thus bypassing downtown, and they finally pulled into a short driveway in front of a lovely looking Spanish style home.
“Wow!” Dan said.
“Wow is right.”
The front door opened and Tiffany came running out in a bikini top and shorts that Sarah would have killed to look so good wearing it. By the time Sarah opened the car door, Tiffany was bouncing on the balls of her feet waiting to embrace Sarah.
“Girl! Give me a hug, hurry up! This concrete is hot.”
Sarah laughed and got out of the car in time to be wrapped in breasts and arms. “This place is amazing Tiff!”
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. Come.”
Dan watched as Tiffany pulled Sarah into the house leaving him alone. “I’ll just unpack the car then. Alone!” he yelled at Sarah’s backside as the door slammed shut.
“Okay then.”
The door opened, and Ben came out and shook Dan’s hand. “It got damn loud in there with Sarah’s screaming, and so I thought I’d come to help you unpack.”
“Screaming huh?”
Ben shrugged, “You know how chicks get when they see something they like.”
“Yeah, I guess. Thanks for helping. Sarah packed the damn house up.”
“I hear ya. We came up this morning, and Tiffany had done the same.”
Dan popped the trunk and started pulling out bags and duffles. Heaving a heavy roller out, Ben whistled. “You bring gold?”
“Sarah would think so. That’s her sex toys.”
“What the Fuck?”
“Yah. Well, one is rather heavy. The rest…”
Ben laughed. “I hear you, my man. Too fucking bad they don’t make toys for men like they do for the ladies.”
“Ain’t that the truth. Then again, that’s why God made us women.”
Ben slapped Dan on the back. “You’ve got that right.”
They eventually made their way inside the front door with their first load.
Dan whistled. “Damn, Ben. You own this?”
“Nah, well, sorta. It’s in a trust with my brothers. My folks built it before passing away. We AirBnB it, but mostly we spend the weekends here. This weekend we reserved it, so they don’t bother us.”
“That’s cool. So where do you want us?”
“This way. Follow the screaming.”
Dan smiled and pulled the bags down to the basement bedroom. The house had white bricks throughout with exposed wood beams, a cherry oak floor, and large rounded archways throughout. The game room had a pool and foosball tables, leather chairs and a mini bar. Log accents were found throughout the home giving it a cabin living feeling even though it was clearly a Spanish ranch.
“I see why you call it your cabin,” Dan said once he dropped the two bags strapped over his shoulder and released the bag he was dragging.
“Yeah, it impresses people when I say we’re going to the cabin this weekend.” Ben shrugged.
“You don’t think they’d be impressed if you said you’re going to your ‘Spanish villa?’”
“A Spanish Villa in Fort Collins? Who would believe me? It’s easier to say cabin. Let’s get the rest out of the car so that we can relax.”
Dan and Ben finished unloading the car before making their way out the back. The back of the house was all window’s looking out over the lake. The privacy was absolute between Ben’s cabin and the neighbors home. Both pine and deciduous trees lined the house and provided shade in the backyard. A short wooden fence separated the beach from the house, thus separating public property to that which is accessible to their neighbors who might be fishing or hiking. Ben indicated the chairs to sit and relax while he pulled two Odell Lagers out of the outside fridge. Popping the tab and taking a long drink, Dan sighed in pleasure.
“You keep it stocked with Odell?”
“New Belgium, Odell, Snowbank, you know…local shit mostly. I think we have Bud in the house if you want some.”
“No, this is good.”
“Not as good as the shit we have on tap in town, but it’ll hit the spot.”
“Local breweries only?”
Ben smiled and plopped down in the chair next to Dan. “Gotta support the locals. Plus, it’s not bad. Snowbank is alright, but the bottled stuff isn’t as good as a tap.”
“A theme?”
“Hell yeah, it’s a theme. We’re going bar hopping tonight. Have you been up here before?”
“Fort Collins? Sure. A couple of times.”
“Been to the Social?”
“Social?”
“Locals spot. It’s in the downtown district. We’ll hit it first.”
Ben pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at it and put it back. “As soon as the ladies are done with the tour we’ll get an Uber.”
“Sure. Probably should eat first.”
“You feel like Mexican?” Dan shrugged. “Good. We’ll go to the Rio and then Social. Sound plan?”
“I don’t know this town as you do. I’ll take your word.”
“Great. I’ll let—” Ben stopped talking as the girls exited the house.
“You have a wonderful house, Tiffany,” Sarah gushed.
“It’s not mine. It’s Ben’s family’s house, but thank you. We all pitch in for maintenance and the decor. LaShawna has the eye for decor, I just help.”
“Well, you tell her she can decorate my house any time.”
The girls giggled and started to walk away when Ben cleared his throat and interrupted their endless chattering. “Babe, do you think you’re ready for me to call the Uber? I’m sure we’re all hungry, and I need a drink.”
Tiffany looked at the can in his hand and cocked her head to the side. “It seems you have a drink in your hand.”
“Damn girl, this is just a warm-up. Dan’s hungry and wants to eat before we toss to many of these babies down.”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea, Tiff,” Sarah said. “I am hungry after sitting in traffic for two hours.”
“Girl, I wasn’t going to starve you. You’re already too skinny. I was giving my man here attitude, so he doesn’t think he’s all that.”
“Oh baby, I’m all that,” Ben said standing up and pumping his hips.
Dan was laughing, but Sarah couldn’t seem to pull her eyes away from his crotch area. Ben was 6’2” and lean. “If he doesn’t have an erection right now he must have a big cock,” Sarah thought.
“Well, fine, what did you have in mind?”
“Rio,” Ben said.
“Mmm, I think Sarah would like to have a large stuffed burrito. Right Girl?” Tiffany asked and touched Sarah’s arm.
Dan snorted and started to cough as the beer went out of his nose. Sarah turned fifty shades of red before nodding her head. “See? I was right. Order the Uber, Ben. I still have to show Sarah our dock.”
With that, the girls walked out towards the lake leaving Dan to his coughing fit. Ben walked over and started to pound on Dan’s back. “Damn woman is evil,” Ben muttered.
Once Dan could speak he replied. “Does she always tease like that?”
“Always. She’s my evil mistress.”