Kevin, Lauren, Jesse, and I had the mountain cabin to ourselves for the weekend. We’d spent the day hiking, jumping in the freezing creek, shotgunning beers on the deck, and grilling ribeyes until the sun dropped behind the ridge. By the time the fire was roaring and the tequila bottle was half-empty, we were all loose as hell.

Kevin and I kept the drinks flowing while Lauren and Jesse curled up on the big sectional in front of the fireplace, legs tangled under a thin blanket. Lauren was in tiny gray sleep shorts and a white ribbed tank that hugged her tits perfectly, nipples already hard from the cool air. Jesse had on a black satin cami and matching shorts, the hem riding up so high you could see the bottom curve of her ass every time she shifted. They looked fucking edible.