From Dakota’s journal
What Happened at the Lake Cabin Stayed Filthy
Everyone else was asleep in the cabin and we were alone on the dock under the stars, and when his hand slid up my thigh I didn't pull away. I leaned into the best mistake of my summer.

My friend Maddie invited me up to her family's lake cabin for the weekend, just a small group, and I said yes immediately because I have always loved the lake. The cabin was this cozy little place right on the water with a big porch and a dock stretching out into the lake, and the group was Maddie, her parents, and her dad's best friend Ray, who came up for the weekend too. Ray is one of those rugged outdoorsy older men, all broad shoulders and weathered hands and this easy laugh, and from the first evening I could feel him watching me in a way that made my stomach flutter.
We spent the days swimming and boating and being lazy in the sun, and I was in my little bikini the whole time, very aware of Ray's eyes on me whenever Maddie wasn't looking. He was such a gentleman about it, always polite, always charming, but there was this charge between us that kept building. On Saturday night we built a bonfire and everyone sat around drinking and laughing, and I ended up next to Ray on the log bench, our thighs pressed together, and every time he laughed his arm would brush against mine. I was getting so warm, and it wasn't from the fire.
One by one everyone drifted off to bed, until it was just me and Ray by the dying fire. He suggested we walk down to the dock to see the stars, and I said yes before he even finished asking. The dock stretched out over the black water, and the sky was unbelievable, just covered in stars with the moon making a silver path on the lake. We sat at the end of the dock with our feet dangling over the water, and it was so quiet except for the little lapping sounds. Then his hand settled on my thigh, warm and heavy, and my breath caught. I didn't pull away. I leaned into him instead.
He turned to me and cupped my face and kissed me, slow and deep, tasting like bonfire smoke and whiskey, and I melted into him. His hands slid into my hair and down my back, and I climbed into his lap right there on the dock, straddling him with the stars overhead and the water moving beneath us. He pulled my sundress straps down and bared my breasts to the night air, and he took one nipple into my mouth while his big hand slid up under my dress. I was already so wet, and when his fingers found me I gasped into his mouth. He worked me with those weathered fingers, slow and knowing, until I was rocking against his hand and whimpering under the stars.
I couldn't wait anymore. I pushed his shorts down and freed his thick hard cock, and I sank down onto him right there on the dock, taking him deep inside me in one slow slide that had us both groaning. I rode him gently at first, rolling my hips, the dock creaking softly beneath us, his big hands gripping my ass and guiding me. The night air was cool on my bare skin but I was burning up inside. He leaned back on his hands and watched me move on top of him, and I felt so powerful and so wanton, this good girl being so bad under the open sky.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around me and laid me back on the warm wood of the dock, and he moved over me, pushing my dress up around my waist, and drove into me deep and slow. The stars spun overhead and the water lapped at the pilings and he filled me perfectly, his weathered hands holding my hips. He reached between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb, and I came with a cry that echoed across the empty lake, clenching around him, and he came right after with a deep groan into my neck.
We laid there on the dock for a long time after, tangled together under the stars, listening to the water. He held me so tenderly, stroking my hair, and we didn't need to say much. We walked back up to the cabin hand in hand in the dark, and slipped inside quietly.
Maddie keeps talking about going back next summer, and I am already counting down the months. Every time I look at the stars now I think about his hands on me and the way the dock creaked beneath us. I need another night on that dock like I need air, and I have a feeling Ray does too. Last week Maddie mentioned Ray asked if I was coming too, and my heart nearly stopped. I just smiled and said I wouldn't miss it for the world.
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