I ran out of the bedroom, but not without checking myself in the mirror. I just couldn't imagine what it would be like for Charlotte to have me this week. She would think she'd won the lottery or something.

As I approached the door, I felt that cool breeze in my crotch, nature's warning sign that my zipper was open. I considered leaving it open, letting her believe it was an accident. I zipped it up though. I mean, just how obvious did I want to be, especially in front of her fiancé.

There was a knock again, a more insistent kind. I knew this had to be her fiancé. "Just a minute," I said, pausing at the hallway. Let him wait, I thought. He would have to learn that Doug isn't at the beck and call of anyone. After a few seconds, I started to move forward, but his pounding on the door made me stop.

He pounded again, a couple of good slams of a fist on the cheap pine wood door. I actually backed away from the door. I didn't know what I wanted to do but it made me lean toward just going into the kitchen to make a sandwich, let the son-of-a-bitch wait. Julie hollered, "Honey, why aren't you answering the door?"

"In a minute," I told her. There was a pounding on the door again.

"Are you all right, Honey?" Julie asked. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"Aw, Christ," I yelled. "No."

"Why don't you answer the door then?"

"I said I would answer it in a minute."

"I'll get it then," said Julie. "I'm almost dressed."

"I'll answer the fucking door," I told Julie. "Let me answer it."

"Why are you mad at me?" Julie asked. She just didn't understand. God, she could be a dumb bitch some time. I knew my mood was getting sour and the constant pounding on the door wasn't helping.

"I'm getting the door," I said, walking slowly to the door. From the bedroom, Julie saw me.

"What are you waiting for?" Julie said. "Just answer the door and they'll stop pounding."

"It's not Charlotte pounding," I told her. "It's that son-of-a-bitch she's with."

"It doesn't matter," she insisted. "I'll just get it. Go ahead and put on your shirt."

"Dammit," I said. I moved toward the door, my steps were in time to the rhythm of the knocking on the door. As soon as I turned the knob, the knocking stopped. I opened it.

A teenage boy stood at the door, maybe fifteen or sixteen. He must have been the one knocking. Charlotte was over by the car, straightening her clothes. Their luggage, two suitcases, were on either side of the boy. I looked around for Charlotte's fiancé. I didn't see another adult but I assumed the boy must be his son.

"Where's you Dad?" I asked the boy.

"Best guess, Chicago," the boy said, picking up the bags. "Who the fuck wants to know?"

Charlotte trotted over to the cabin from the car. "Hey Doug," she said. "How are you?"

"Fine," I said.

Julie came up behind me. "Hey Char, glad you made it. I was worried."

"It was a long drive," she said. "Kinda busy too," she added, winking at the boy. "Doug, Julie, this is my man." She put her hands on his shoulders. "Mark."

I didn't know what to say. Julie said, "Mark, it's nice to finally meet you." She gently pushed me aside. "Please come in."

Mark made his way past me, carrying the two big suitcases. "Where's our room?"

"The one on the left," I said.

"Doug," said Julie. "Can you take those bags from Mark? They look really heavy."

"He's got them," I said.

"Oh Doug," Julie said. "Be a good host. They drove ten hours to be here. Let them rest."

"They drove," I said. "They didn't push the car here."

"Just help," said Julie. "I don't know what's gotten into you all of the sudden."

Mark put the suitcases down and smiled at me as he stepped out of the way. I grabbed the handles of the luggage and pulled up. I thought my shoulders were yanked from their sockets. I yelped.

"That OK, Doug," said Mark. "I got it."

I massaged my right shoulder as Mark reached over and picked up the bags. "I have a lot of books and my laptop," he explained to Julie. "I took a week off from school but I still have stuff to do. And I brought some hand weights too."

"He's taking a lot of college courses," said Charlotte. "He's pretty advanced for his age."

"I'm sure," said Julie. She paused as though lost in that particular thought. "Char, we have to talk and catch up."

"That's OK, Bunny," said Mark to Charlotte as he carried the bags into her room. "I'll unpack and start on term paper."

"Thanks My Prince," she said to him. "I'll be in the room in about thirty minutes."

Mark closed the door behind him. Charlotte smiled at Julie. Julie smiled at me. I went into the kitchen to see what was in the fridge.

"I think we have everything we need for margaritas," Julie said to me. "Sound good to you, Char?"

"Easy on the tequila and Triple Sec," Charlotte said. "Thanks."

I found the blender and well stocked bar. There was a small fridge with the lime juice. I got three glasses and set to work.

"Char, he looks so young," Julie said.

"Yeah, he just turned sixteen so we can get married soon."

"Sixteen?" I said. "He's a minor in this state."

"I know Doug," Charlotte said. "I know it's wrong."

"You could be arrested," said Julie.

"No, I don't think so," she said. "They would have to arrest half the girls on campus."

"You're not his first," Julie said.

"No, no. Not by a long shot. He's quite popular. He's really good in math and science. Even tutors some of the students. But he gets a lot of attention too." Charlotte grinned uncomfortably. "It's actually a problem for us."

"Problem that he's popular?" asked Julie.

"Well, that's half of it. The other half is his sex drive. He is insatiable. I jerked him off almost all the way here. He came four times in my hand."

"Oh my," said Julie.

"I couldn't take it anymore," Charlotte said.

"I'm sure," said Julie.

"I had to pull over and suck his cock," Charlotte said. "I really couldn't resist. We drove only a few miles more before I had to do it again. It got worse once we got to the forest."

"How did it get worse?" I asked.

"Well Doug," said Charlotte. "That's probably not the right choice of words. But we'd drive a few miles, then have to stop, get out of the car, walk a hundred feet from the road with a blanket, just so we could have some privacy as I fucked him."

"You're sick," I told her. I put two margaritas down in front of the woman. I took mine over to the other side of the kitchen.

"You're right, Doug," she said. "Love sick. He came inside me only thirty minutes ago, just a mile down the road. That's why I had to stay by the car, clean myself up a bit, straighten out my clothes. He was able to bound up out of the car with the bags and knock on your door."

"Oh Char," said Julie. "I'm so worried about you."

I was getting sick myself. I couldn't get my mind off thinking of this beautiful woman I'd been lusting after the last few minutes, her skin having a strange sheen to it that might be due to a teenage boy's spunk. I tossed my drink down the sink but no one noticed.

"I'm sure he's ready for me again," Charlotte said. "He's studying but right now, I bet he's got a giant hard-on."

"You should find someone your own age though, Char," Julie said. "Doug and I are happy because we're close enough in age that we like the same things."

I hid my grin. I could have disagreed unless it turned out that Julie liked to fuck female employees with a big cock. I didn't think so.

"I could have had anyone," said Charlotte. "You don't have a body like mine and not know you can get just about any straight guy."

She took a sip of her margarita. "I want Mark though," she said. "But I know he can't ever be truly faithful to me." A tear formed under her right eye. It then made a glassy trail down her cheek. "He'll never be faithful like Doug is to you," she said to Julie. "You're a very rare man, Doug."

I smiled. "Yes," I agreed. "I'm a rare breed."