We walked on the grass all the way over to the cabin. Up close the cabin looked pretty basic. Not that I know what a cabin is supposed to look like, because I had never seen one in person until then, but it did look like what you see in movies.

Riff grabbed her jackets and dug around for her lock pick thingy again.

There was no one home. The driveway was empty and all the lights were off. I know I should have been freezing my butt off being as I was nude and soaked to the bone but I wasn't. I was pleasantly warm, or at least my brain thought I was.

Drugs are weird.

I don't think I'll ever do drugs ever again. This one night basically scarred me for life.

She unlocked the door with a satisfying click of the lock and then she pushed the door open. It made a soft creak sound. We shared a brief look of reassurance before walking inside. It was dark and smelled kind of musty giving me the idea that no one had been by in a while. It was probably someone's summer home. I flicked the light on and took it all in.

It was nice.

Wood floors, nice furniture, a little kitchen. Riff plopped all her clothes down on the table. I did the same.

On the walls were antler decorations and pictures of people fishing out on the lake. The furniture was a deep burgundy color, which I found out later when my high wore off because just then it all looked like someone put some inferred filter on it. I couldn't tell what was what color. It all had a very relaxed homey feel to it. Riff scared me when she turned the water on and got herself a glass. Then she got me a glass too.

I didn't realize how dehydrated I was until I put that glass to my lips. I chugged that water down fast. Riff did the same. We quickly got a second and even a third glass before we were satisfied. Riff walked to the bedroom and for a second I didn't know what to do.

Obviously, I am a virgin and I knew what she wanted and maybe I sort of wanted it to, but still, was I really ready for all that? I hardly knew the girl, yet at the same time, I had never felt closer to anyone else in my entire life.

It sounds sad when I think about it like that.

Watching her go in there made my heart skip several beats. It didn't help that my vision was making the door to the bedroom look like the door to some awesome 70's party. After a moment of hesitation, I followed her in. She was looking around raiding the closet and what not.

"I'm gonna freshen up." She winked at me before walking into the bathroom.

I felt my face flush.

I heard her turn the shower on.

I was alone.

I didn't really know what to do with myself I mean we just invaded this cabin and trespassed onto the private property as if it was no big deal. Compared to that car chase earlier it didn't even really feel like a big deal, but of course, it was.

God, I committed so many crimes.

Sigh.

If a movie was ever to be created about this story it should be called something cheesy like the invasion of the criminal girls.

I looked around. In the closet were clothes, but they looked to be for an older man, a bigger older man. I went back to the living room and turned on the AC because I was starting to feel too hot. Then I sat on the couch and turned on the tv.

The cable must have been disconnected because only a snow channel came on. My eyes got wide and I stared at it in wonder. That preoccupied me for a while. When I was done being amazed by that I got up and raided the kitchen.

I wasn't hungry just curious.

It was empty but I opened up every cabinet and drawer and left it open. Then I walked to the guest bedroom which was pretty much empty besides a simple bed and dresser. There was a guest bathroom but it only had a toilet, not a shower.

I looked up at the ceiling and that also preoccupied me for a while. Everything was just so distracting. When I got bored with that I walked back to the living room and once again resumed watching the snow channel.

"Try not to get sucked in." Riff laughed.

I flinched at the sound of her voice.

She looked freshly showered. She smelt like men's body wash. I liked it. For the first time, I allowed myself to really get a look at her nude body. She was thin and even boney in some places but not too thin. Her breast are about average size, maybe a bit on the smaller side. She had a few scars here and there, but nothing too eye-catching. Just below her rib cage on her right side was a tattoo of a guitar with a snake wrapped around it.

My eyes drifted down between her legs. She was freshly shaven and trimmed now. I do recall her being pretty hairy down there before she went into that restroom, not that I looked for too long. Now she was shaven with only a thin strip of hair down the middle.

It was also my first time seeing anyone naked like that before. I felt my face flush when I looked back to her face. She was smirking at me. She knew I just checked her out, not that I was even remotely subtle.

"So..." she plopped next to me.

"Uh, I should wash up too!" I quickly got up and ran off to the restroom.

I guess I still wasn't ready after all. I was so nervous. I could tell this was not her first walk in the park, she made that pretty clear when I first met her. She's been around, and someone as attractive as her I wouldn't doubt it. I haven't, I am a freak who does nothing but hide in her room most days. I was like a level one novice and she was like at least a level 15 armature if not a higher level.

I was intimidated, to say the least.

I got into the bathroom and found an electric razor on the counter by the sink which I am assuming she used to, well, give herself a trim. There was also washing stuff in the shower and she used a washcloth to scrub herself extra clean.

Part of me was flattered that she made sure she was clean for me, being as she was homeless and who knows when the last time that girl had a bath was, another part was mortified that she was going through all this trouble for me. She really wanted this and I sort of felt pressured to give it to her, I mean I had led her on this far. It was too late now.

I took another light shower just washing off the lake water and whatever else was on me. I used the men's body wash that Riff used and lucky for me I was already clean-shaven, I made sure to do that before I went out with Heather. After all, Heather did mention I could get lucky, but I don't think this is what she had in mind.

I washed off all my smeared make up and examined my reflection. I think the high was wearing off but not fully, just slowly. It wasn't as intense as it was before, although when I looked in the mirror I swear my reflection went on forever and ever. I got distracted by it.

I pushed my now soaked brown hair behind my ear and when I wasn't satisfied with that look and I shook my head around and gave myself a sort of wild messy untamed look. I felt ridiculous.

I huffed in disappointment at my reflection and just walked out of the bathroom in the nude over to Riff.

She was on the bed now sitting crisscross. Between her legs and covering most of her nude body was an acoustic guitar. The case set off to the side. She was strumming and humming lightly. I swear she was a whole new person. She was fully relaxed and her eyes were closed. She just looked like that was how she was always supposed to look. A guitar in her hands and music floating all around her. It was where she belonged.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"Come here." She pat the spot next to her.

I crawled onto the bed and sat next to her, moving the case out of the way.

"I found this beauty under the bed collecting dust. She's old but she's still got it." she strummed a chord.

"Play me something," I said.

She eyed me for a second and then the guitar before she shrugged.

"Okay, I've sort have had a song in my head for a while now that you sort of helped me finish today. So I guess I can say you inspired me."

I felt all warm inside to hear her say that. It put a shy smile on my face.

"Let me hear it." I moved closer.

And with that, she played the first chord.