The next morning, I jumped out of bed as we set our plan in motion. I write down a little message for my parents, saying I'll be going away for a while, exploring "new perspectives", and by that, I mean Samuel. I'll make them think I joined some study group for college or something, just so they freak out a bit less.

As I walk past my parents' closed bedroom, they call for my name. "Sarah? Sarah, come here", they say in unison, for whatever reason. I just stayed in silence and slipped my way past their door through the exit. I can't believe how easy it was to sneak past them, even with my huge luggage in my hands. Not intent on abusing my luck, I still make haste as I shut the door behind me and run.

Sam was already waiting for me nearby with his car across the street, and he waved at me as I got close. I throw my pack in the trunk and enter the car laughing naughty, lowering my head until we are at least one road across my house. We both keep giggling as if we executed the most intricate evil master plan ever. I just love how we are retarded together.

My heart is pounding, I'm slightly scared but also excited, and I can't stop smiling. I'm running away with a dude I met 3 days ago. Jesus, I'm such a crazy slut.

He looks at me and smiles, making a tranquilizing effect on me. We turn up the music as we take the highway, towards the cabin in the woods. Ah, the bliss of being young and stupid.

It wasn't more than 15 minutes of driving that the civilized landscape started to give way to a rougher road, paved with trees and natural beauty, a sense of adventure hanging heavy in the air.

It was early in the morning, and the sun's golden rays broke through the leaves overhead, while the forest welcomed us with a chorus of chirping birds and rustling leaves.

The road pierced a labyrinth of towering trees, their trunks adorned with moss and lichen, like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the woods. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground, creating a mesmerizing play of light and dark. Wouldn't be surprised if a mythical creature jumped from these trees.

A gentle breeze whispered through the forest, carrying with it the fragrance of pine and the distant promise of adventure, and the sound of rustling leaves and the occasional scurry of a squirrel or the distant call of a hidden bird were the only interruptions in our tranquil journey.

Moss-covered rocks and babbling brooks crossed our path, beckoning them to pause and drink in the pristine beauty of the wilderness. The air was cool and crisp, invigorating their spirits with each breath. Couldn't tell the last time I breathed air so pure. Perhaps this trip was long overdue.

The whole trip took about 2 hours as we went deeper and deeper into the woods. Then, a lovable log cabin started to show from among the trees and bushes.

As Samuel parked the car, we approached the cabin nestled among the tall trees, and the scent of aged wood and the earthy aroma of the forest surrounded us. I could hear birds and other wildlife sounds across the forest. I noticed a crystalline river running nearby, and there were even swans swimming about. Can that get more romantic or what?

I smile in awe as we get out of the car, the fresh grass damp with the morning dew until I step into the rocky footwalk that led to the front door.

The cabin's cozy front porch beckoned with two old rocking chairs, their creaks echoing the stories of countless evenings spent in quiet contemplation. Overhead, a wooden balcony jutted out, its railing adorned with hanging flower baskets that added splashes of color to the serene tableau.

He unlocks the front door into the coziest place I ever saw in my life, stuff from movies. It's adorned with a brass knocker in the shape of a bear, and creaked open with an inviting groan, revealing a warm interior bathed in sunlight. The walls were lined with rough-hewn planks. A stone fireplace dominated the living room, its mantel adorned with knick-knacks collected over the years.

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The furniture was a mix of handmade wooden pieces and plush cushions, offering comfort amid the wilderness. A large bay window framed a breathtaking view of the forest outside, as if Mother Nature herself had decided to be their decorator. And boy, does she have good taste.

Every nook and cranny of the cabin seemed to whisper secrets of its past, years after years of family vacation being passed for generations. It was a place where time moved slowly, and the outside world felt miles away. A charming place for sure.

My ovaries tremble at the thought of settling down here permanently. Maybe one day, if I am to dream, and Samuel to deserve.

Sam starts to empty the trunk of luggage as I wander his cabin in wonder. I'd help him do it, but I'm sure he wants to show his goodwill and strength to his new girlfriend, and I won't deprive him of that.

He has brought quite a lot to our little trip, with groceries for a month at least, a panic bag full of useful crap, and several games and sports tools for us to play, showcasing excellent planning and organizing. This trip gets better by the minute.

If the world were ever to end, he's someone I'd like by my side.

We spend time organizing stuff in the kitchen, opening the house and dusting some of the furniture, turning on the electric appliances, and storing food in their respective places. It will start to feel like home in no time, I'm sure.

He then invited me upstairs. As we climbed the creaking wooden staircase to the upper level of the cabin, we discovered two enchanting bedrooms. Each room was a haven of rustic comfort and charm.

The first bedroom, adorned in shades of deep forest green and earthy browns, boasted a king-sized bed with a hand-carved wooden headboard. The quilted bedding appeared as if it had been lovingly stitched by a skilled artisan. Sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains adorned with delicate pinecone patterns, casting warm, dappled patterns across the room.

A handwoven rug in muted hues graced the polished wooden floor, offering a soft, welcoming touch underfoot. On one wall, a collection of vintage landscape paintings celebrated the surrounding wilderness. A cozy armchair sat by a small window, the perfect spot to lose oneself in a good book.

- This is usually my room, you know? - he says, proudly.

- It's adorable. But hopefully, we get to use the adult's room this time?

In the second bedroom, a softer palette of sky blues and gentle creams set a more tranquil mood. The queen-sized bed was adorned with crisp white linens, and a patchwork quilt bore the image of soaring eagles in flight. A quaint writing desk sat against one wall, complete with a leather-bound journal and antique inkwell, evoking the spirit of a bygone era.

The windows in both bedrooms opened to reveal breathtaking views of the forest canopy, where leaves danced in the breeze and birds flitted about. The rooms were not just places to sleep; they were sanctuaries of relaxation and reflection, where one could easily lose track of time while listening to the gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional distant call of a forest creature.

This is already turning out to be better than I expected. I lay my bag in a corner, as I hop on Eric in kisses.

- Everything here is just perfect. - I said - I'm so happy to be here with you.

He smiles and kisses me, then I kiss him back, harder. We exchange inquisitive looks, and things start to heat up as we kiss more. We sit in the bed as we snuggle. I was waiting for nightfall to make an advance on him, but I can't take it any longer anymore, I feel it has to be now.

I stare at him endearingly, and I can see he is a bit timid to take it onward, so I take things slowly.

He hesitates for a moment, but I signal him forward. I want this, and I know he does as well.

- You know, I've been fantasizing about this moment with you. - I say kissing him softly, as his hands run through my skin - And you know what? - I whisper in his ear - today is my birthday.

- What? Why didn't you tell me? I'd have brought you cake.

That's definitely not why I told him that right now.

- You can give me something else. - I say teasingly and, by the look on his face, it seems he understood what I meant now.

Oh yes, he definitely understood. He understood it so well.

Well, what do you know? A fat cock did help me fill my hollowness.