Wow, I'm still blown away by the response to Part 1! Your enthusiasm really lit a fire under me to get Part 2 out finally. 🔥

This scene dives deeper into Megan and Claire's intense connection. I wanted to capture that all-consuming lust when you're finally alone with someone you've been craving. The desperation, the guilt, the pure physical pleasure... it all comes crashing together.

Things are definitely heating up, but there's still so much more to come. The boathouse scene is next, and trust me, it's going to be explosive. Plus, we'll see how Megan navigates her growing feelings for Claire alongside her relationship with Liam.

Your comments and messages have been incredible motivation. Keep them coming! I love hearing which parts turned you on the most... for research purposes, of course! 😘

Already working on Part 3... this cabin getaway is far from over!

P.S. To the bi girls in my DMs sharing your own first-time stories – you're making me blush! Maybe we need a group chat... 😏

Part 1: Hidden Memories

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Bright sunlight streams through the cabin windows as I stumble into the kitchen, squinting against my pounding headache. The smell of coffee and bacon fills the air, mingling with the sound of pots clanging. I'm suddenly aware of how short my oversized t-shirt is, barely covering my ass. No time to change now.

Liam's sprawled on the couch, looking worse for wear. Emily hovers over him, touching his arm as she offers water and aspirin. A pang of guilt hits me, remembering Claire's fingers inside me just hours ago. But as Emily leans close to whisper something, making Liam chuckle, I'm surprised to feel more relief than jealousy.

"Look who finally crawled out of bed!" Dylan calls out. He and Ryan are rehashing last night's drinking games, laughing at how spectacularly I lost at flip cup.

That's when Claire walks in, and my mouth goes dry. She's wearing the tiniest yoga outfit I've ever seen – a sports bra that barely contains her cleavage and high-cut shorts that show off her perfect ass. My pussy clenches involuntarily as I take in her toned abs and long legs. Claire catches me staring and winks, a knowing smirk on her lips. My nipples harden instantly, visibly poking through my thin shirt.

We gather around the table for breakfast, quarters tight. Claire deliberately sits next to me, her bare thigh pressing against mine. Every time she reaches for something, her arm brushes my breast. My clit throbs with each "accidental" touch.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Ryan asks between bites of bacon.

"I was thinking we could go for a hike," Claire suggests. "Maybe swim in the lake later? Board games tonight?"

As the others discuss logistics, Claire starts stretching. She arches her back, pushing out her breasts, then bends to touch her toes right next to me. The scent of her shampoo washes over me as she whispers, "Like what you see? I can't wait to get you alone."

I squeeze my thighs together, biting my lip to keep from moaning. The wet heat between my legs is impossible to ignore. I try to focus on buttering my toast, but all I can think about is Claire's tongue instead of the knife.

Across the table, Emily refills Liam's coffee for the third time, laughing too hard at his hungover attempts at jokes. She keeps touching his shoulder, leaning in close. Liam seems oblivious, occasionally glancing my way with a soft smile. I should feel jealous, protective. Instead, I'm guiltily relieved at the distraction. My eyes keep drifting back to Claire's cleavage.

The strong taste of coffee fills my mouth as I take a long sip, trying to clear my head. Sunlight warms my skin through the windows. Claire's soft laughter sends shivers down my spine. I run my fingers along the wooden table, grounding myself in the texture.

But it's useless. My mind keeps replaying last night – Claire's fingers curling inside me, her breath hot on my neck. The ache in my core builds as I imagine what might happen later. What if someone had walked in? The forbidden thrill only makes me wetter.

"We should pair up for the hike," Claire says suddenly. "Buddy system and all that." Her eyes lock with mine, and I know exactly what she's planning.

My walls clench with need at the thought of being alone with her in the woods. As everyone starts to clear the table, Claire brushes past me one last time.

"Don't forget," she murmurs. "Boathouse. Tonight."

I shiver, nipples straining against my shirt. How am I going to make it through this day?

The cabin empties as everyone gears up for the hike. I force out a pathetic cough, clutching my stomach. "I don't think I can make it," I rasp. "Must've been all that tequila."

Claire jumps in immediately. "I'll stay and take care of her. You guys go ahead."

As the sound of car engines fades, Claire locks the door with a decisive click. She turns, eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. My heart races, a mix of anticipation and nervous energy coursing through me.

Claire peels off her yoga outfit torturously slow, revealing sun-kissed skin inch by inch. My hands shake as I fumble with my own clothes, desperate to feel her bare skin against mine.

Our lips crash together, tongues battling for dominance. Claire's hands roam over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She pushes me onto the couch, positioning herself between my eagerly spread legs.

"God, I've been dreaming of this pussy all morning," Claire purrs. Her tongue takes a long, slow lick along my dripping slit. I arch my back, a guttural moan escaping my lips. "Fuck, you taste even better than I remembered."

Claire's skilled tongue teases me mercilessly, circling my throbbing clit before dipping into my entrance. The intensity builds as she sucks my sensitive bud, two fingers sliding inside to curl against my g-spot. I grind shamelessly against her face, hands tangled in her silky hair.

"Please, Claire," I beg. "Fuck me harder. Make me come."

My first orgasm crashes over me in waves of pleasure. My inner walls clench around Claire's fingers as she eagerly laps up the flood of wetness. But she doesn't stop – if anything, she doubles her efforts.

"Remember that time in the office supply closet?" Claire murmurs against my oversensitive flesh. "How you had to bite your hand to keep quiet?"

The memory sends a fresh jolt of arousal through me. Any lingering guilt evaporates, replaced by pure, animal need. Claire's tongue and fingers work in tandem, bringing me to climax after mind-blowing climax. Each one more intense than the last.

The room fills with the obscene wet sounds of Claire's mouth on my pussy and the heady scent of arousal. I can taste myself on her lips when she pauses to kiss me deeply. My thighs quiver uncontrollably as another orgasm builds.

"Such a good girl," Claire praises. "Taking my fingers so well. Your clit is so swollen, so desperate to come again."

I've never felt pleasure like this before. Not with any past lover, certainly not with Liam. I'm addicted to the forbidden thrill of Claire's touch, even as a nagging voice reminds me we don't have much time.

"Fuck, I'm close," I pant. "Don't stop, please don't fucking stop!"

Claire redoubles her efforts, sucking hard on my clit as three fingers pump relentlessly inside me. The pressure builds to an almost unbearable level before exploding in a full-body orgasm. I scream Claire's name as my back arches off the couch. To my shock and Claire's delight, I actually squirt, drenching her face and chest.

We collapse into a tangle of sweaty limbs, exchanging lazy, satisfied kisses. Claire playfully licks her fingers clean, making me squirm with renewed desire.

Just as I roll over, intent on returning the favor, we hear the distant rumble of engines. Panic sets in as we scramble to get dressed, the afterglow shattered.

"Don't forget," Claire whispers as she smooths her hair. "Boathouse. Tonight. I'm going to make you come even harder."

My pussy clenches at the promise, already aching for more despite the afternoon's adventures. As guilty as I feel, I know there's no way I'm missing that boathouse rendezvous.