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We'll be home for Christmas

By: DAB32697



*** Author's Note ***

Hi all! Just to warn you now, this is a rather long story that deals far more with the emotional bonding and slow progression of passion building up as the two women fall in love. There is a considerable amount of dialogue and I have inserted the first initials of the characters speaking in ( ) beside the dialogue at many points to help keep it straight. So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off, this is not a good read for you!! Sorry! But if you're willing to spend a little time and have your heart warmed up through emotional, mental and spiritual bonding that does ultimately lead to a very hot and passionate sex scene that I promise, WILL not disappoint in the least then please enjoy! 

Prologue

I think everybody has one Christmas that they will never forget. A holiday tale that is nothing short of magical and divine; just like the reason for the season itself. Sure, we all have our holiday horror stories; probably more of those than we'd care to admit. But I'm talking about that one special Christmas where the wondrous power of the season captures your heart and overflows your soul with its true and beautiful meaning. They say Christmas is the season of miracles and is a time for being with the ones we love most of all. Of course, being with the ones we love is so often what leads to the infamous holiday horror stories that ultimately drive us into psychotherapy for years to come. But despite all of that, I believe that at least once in our lives, there is one Christmas that truly lives up to its reputation and we actually are filled with the love, joy and yuletide cheer that the Christmas carolers sing about. Well, that one special Christmas occurred for me when I was twenty years old. And it couldn't have come at a better time.

Natalie's Story

I'm Natalie Bennett and I was born in Bellingham, Washington; about ninety miles north of Seattle. My father Neal was a logger and my mother Paula, already having her hands full with my six year old sister Stephanie and my three year old brother Ryan, worked part time as a receptionist for the same company. Then when I was about a year old, Daddy got a great opportunity to go to work on the docks of the Port of Seattle, so my family moved down to the Emerald City. A few years later, as me and my siblings got older; Mom went back to work and is now a dispatcher for a small concrete company out of Tacoma. 

Prior to becoming parents, Neal and Paula Bennett spent their early married life as over-the-road truckers, working together as team drivers for a major U.S. transport company. Separated in age by only six weeks and having been childhood sweethearts since the fifth grade, my parents had both grown up in the blue collar belt of the Pacific Northwest, and by the time they graduated from high school, neither one had the money or the desire to go to college. No one else in either of their families had ever pursued higher education and this was in the days before people made being a college student a career all on its own. But with a strong desire to break out and see the country, what better way to do it than to drive an eighteen wheeler? You make good money and see the country all at once. 

Anyway, they both got their commercial licenses' and training right out of high school and spent the next several years out on the roads of North America. They traveled to every state and major city in the lower forty-eight, Alaska and all the Canadian Provinces. They were looking into buying their own tractor and becoming independent Owner/Operators when Mom got pregnant with Stephanie. They decided instead to use all the money they'd saved to buy a house on the outskirts of Bellingham. Having already seen the country and having always wanted a bunch of kids, they gave up driving permanently and settled down to raise their family together as a team.

By the time I graduated from high school at age eighteen, my sister Stephanie was already married, had two little boys and she and her husband were living over in Spokane. Stephanie was nothing short of a tramp all throughout high school and had gotten pregnant on her senior prom night. She is now twenty-six and expecting her third child. My brother Ryan enlisted in the army right after high school; after serving briefly in Afghanistan, he was redeployed to Germany where he still lives today with his wife and their two month old daughter. Mom and Daddy had worked so hard all of our lives to provide us with all the things that they didn't have and tirelessly labored to instill the value of a good education in all of us. Needless to say, they were more than a little disappointed when Stephanie and Ryan began making several of the same mistakes they had. 

Now, I had always looked up to my two older siblings, particularly Stephanie. She was very smart and beautiful and she seemed to always have time for me and had all the answers to my questions. Ryan was my hero and he would always go out of his way to protect me. With Mom and Daddy working as much as they did, Stephanie and Ryan often took on the roles as parents to me and they too, like Mom and Daddy, saw something very different about me; not that it wasn't blatantly obvious, for I am clearly the runt of the litter. Just to illustrate, Daddy is 6'5", 252lbs of solid bone and muscle, and Mom is a formidable woman of 6'1". I'm not going to give her specific weight, for that, as Mom always taught us, is a carnal sin. Let's just say that my Mom is a beautiful woman, perfectly and sexily proportionate to her height with big beautiful 35 D-cups and all the voluptuous curves and contours of a hard working, blue collar goddess. Stephanie is a virtual clone of our mother, standing an even 6'0" with solid 34 D-cups (probably 36 now that they're filling with milk) and a body holding its own very well despite having two kids and currently being knocked up with her third. Ryan is my father all over again, standing just an inch shorter at 6'4" and weighing in at about 240lbs.

Then there is me! I'm barely 5'2" and weigh 100lbs soaking wet. I don't know if it's still considered a carnal sin for a woman to openly confess her own weight, but then again: Who gives a shit about a mere 100 fucking pounds? If it wasn't for the fact that I have my father's eyes and chin, my mother's gorgeous auburn hair and alabaster skin; not to mention the same blood type, you'd think I was adopted or that my mother had a one nightstand with the Butcher, the Baker or the Candlestick Maker. When people would see the five of us together, they couldn't get over how tiny I was compared to the family of Goliath's that surrounded me and I was given the so called loving nickname "David" by the extended family and close family friends. And while being the smallest and the youngest in the family had its disadvantages, it also afforded me seemingly extra special treatment, attention and love from the rest of the family and friends. This made Stephanie and Ryan jealous from time to time; especially Ryan, for he suffered big time from the middle child syndrome. But despite everything, I always knew that I was deeply loved and treasured by my family and they all knew that there was something very special about me from day one. 

My teen years were difficult for I was not nearly as beautiful as Mom and Stephanie; at least, so I believed. I didn't date that much throughout high school, and even with Stephanie's reputation as a slut preceding me, guys just weren't interested. Of course after the Stephanie years, Ryan was like a faithful and overly protective guard dog when it came to me and guys might just have been afraid to approach me. Not that it mattered, for I wasn't nearly confident enough in myself or my looks to have any interest in them. You see, while Mom and Stephanie both flaunted eye popping, D-cup cleavage, I barely filled in B-cups. And while they both had narrow and mature faces with perfect noses and high cheek bones, my face would have been better suited on a baby faced twelve year old and even had the button nose to boot. The only things that I had going for me were my hair, my skin and my downstairs. As I said, I have my mother's gorgeous auburn hair that is full, shiny and flowing down to the middle of my back and I also inherited her heavenly soft and smooth alabaster skin. Then there are my legs; though they're short, they're perfectly curved, immaculately shaped and sexily defined with exquisite muscle. And if you think those sound good, you ought to see my ass; wrapped up in tight designer jeans, its lethal!

Another reason I'd didn't date much was because I was, for the most part, a nerd. I loved school, loved learning and loved books more than both the former. When I was a sophomore, I started working as a student aide in the library before, during and after school and that didn't exactly help in attracting guys. I was fascinated with mechanics and how things worked. Daddy and Ryan had taught me everything they knew about engines; cars, pickups, motorcycles and eighteen wheelers; everything from minor repairs, to overhauls to complete rebuilds. Then the older I got, the more I became drawn to engineering; the mechanics and genius that goes into the actual construction of massive engines; everything from eighteen wheelers to military and civilian aircraft and even the Space Shuttle. Working in the library, I began reading every book I could get my hands on about engineering and my interest was leaning more and more to aeronautics and the space program. I developed a passion for aerospace and astronomy. By the time I was a junior, Stephanie and Ryan had both moved out of the house; and even though Mom and Daddy had always hoped that all three of us would go to college, they were not really surprised when Stephanie and Ryan didn't. And despite their dreams for all of us to continue our education, the truth of the matter was that Mom and Daddy could only really afford to send one of us and I think they were secretly elated when it turned out to be me. I sent out applications to some of the biggest universities in the country that had accredited Aerospace and Engineering schools. I even applied to the Air Force Academy, though I knew that I would never pass the physical exams due to my poor eye sight and my history of asthma.

But then came the accident on the docks. It happened in the early summer between my junior and senior year. I won't go into the details, but to make a long and grizzly story short, all my hopes and dreams of going to college vanished in one fell swoop. Daddy was badly injured and was no longer able to work. Though he had medical insurance, it didn't cover everything and that combined with the everyday expenses of life sucked my college fund completely dry within six months and we were on welfare by years end. I was devastated. 

In total despair for most of the summer and into the fall, I figured that I might as well go ahead and get pregnant just like Stephanie did. But thanks to Ryan's overprotection, my lack of self-confidence and my overall lack of interest in dating, I couldn't even do that. And thank God, because early in January of my senior year, Mrs. Fortune; the librarian at my high school, proved herself to be my guardian angel. One afternoon after school, she caught me curled up in a ball and sobbing like a baby in the back corner of the library. After snuggling me for awhile, I finally calmed down enough to speak and I ended up pouring my heart out to her. Within a few days, I got a phone call from the Dean of Admissions at the University of North Dakota. The man introduced himself as Thomas Fortune, Mrs. Fortune's brother. He told me that he had received a call from her a few days earlier regarding a very special student named Natalie Bennett who dreamed of one day becoming an Aerospace Engineer or even an astronaut. After hearing my situation, he had asked for my academic records to be faxed out immediately. Then after reviewing them for a couple of days and pulling a few small strings, he was now calling to offer me a full academic scholarship to the University of North Dakota. He went on to tell me that UND has produced some of NASA's greatest minds, for it housed one of the most highly accredited Schools of Aerospace Sciences in the country. I burst into tears and could hardly even speak as I saw all my dreams being miraculously resurrected right before my very eyes. Things like this don't happen! But some how it was! And to me of all people! The following August, I loaded up my beat up old Chevy Nova and headed east on Interstate 90 out of Seattle toward my very bright future, which now began in Grand Forks, North Dakota.

In North Dakota

Upon arrival at UND, the wave of blessings that had begun flooding over me earlier in the year continued when I met my roommate, Lucy Vidor. Though I'd had a lot of friends back in Seattle, I never truly had one I could call my best friend. Well, that's exactly what Lucy and I became. Over the course of our first year, Lucy became closer and dearer to me than Stephanie, and I loved her with all my heart. Lucy was from Fargo, North Dakota and was an Economics major. Then in the summer after my first year, I met the boy I was going to marry: Eric Lawrence. Eric was from New York City, where both of his parents were white collar criminals. His father was an investment banker and his mother was a stockbroker, both living and breathing the maelstrom of Wall Street. Needless to say, they were extremely well off, even despite the recent economic crisis. Why he had chosen to come to UND when he had his pick of Ivy League schools just aching to get there hands on him was beyond me. Eric was everything I thought I'd ever dreamed of in a boyfriend. He was charming, kind, considerate and ruggedly handsome for a white collar juvenile delinquent, as I affectionately referred to him.

After overloading myself with my studies the first year, I automatically did the same thing my second year and as a result, I had little time to devote to Eric and our relationship, but he never seemed to mind my commitment to my education. It wasn't until late in the spring of my second year that Eric and I had sex together for the first time. It was my first time ever to have sex and I have to confess that I didn't really understand what all the hype was about. Sure it was nice, but there was something about it that I was obviously missing. With no complaints from Eric however, I simply brushed it off, citing my lack of experience in the whole dating realm as the culprit and figured I would learn to enjoy it the more we did it. By the end of my second year, I had a 3.9 grade point average, had the dearest friend in the world and had met the man of my dreams. That summer, I celebrated my twentieth birthday and Eric took me out for a romantic evening and again, I struggled to get into our sex life. Having continued on this same pace for months now, I began to wonder if it had something subconscious to do with Stephanie and my want to not be like her. I have to admit that I was extremely cautious, maybe overly so every time we went to bed. 

Since I hadn't been home in over two years, my parents came to Grand Forks to visit that summer between my second and third year, and they brought incredible news. Completely unbeknownst to me, they had filed a lawsuit against the Port of Seattle right after the accident and now it had finally come through, netting them nearly five million dollars in damages. Asking what they might be able to do to help me financially, Lucy and I had both wanted for sometime to move into our own apartment off campus, so Mom and Daddy paid for it. Lucy and I moved into our new two bedroom place with all new furniture that my parents provided and thanks to his father, Eric and I spent the remainder of the summer taking flying lessons. I was on my way to space.

As the first semester of my third year began to wind down after the Thanksgiving Holiday, which I spent in New York City with Eric's family, I began to really feel homesick. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't been home to Seattle in over three years, not even for the holidays. I got a call from my Mom around December 7th and she told me that Ryan and his family were coming all the way from Germany and that Stephanie, her husband and my two nephews were coming home as well for a big family Christmas. I told her that I wouldn't miss it for the world and that I would be bringing Eric with me. Mom was so thrilled that she broke down in tears. All her babies were coming home for Christmas.

Confirming with Eric a few days prior, we planned to head out early in the morning on December 22nd, so he was going to spend the night at my apartment on the 21st. With a near 1500 mile drive, Eric rented a big fancy SUV. Why we weren't flying was beyond me. But since Eric, Lucy and I had become like the three musketeers over the past two years, I was actually looking forward to spending a few days on the road with him, just the two of us. Eric brought his stuff over on the afternoon of the 21st and even had to shove a pair of his sneakers into my bag. Leaving him to his own devices for the evening, I went to work at the campus library. I got off work at 9:00pm and went out for a Starbuck's with a couple of the other girls that work at the library. I got back to mine and Lucy's apartment around 11:30pm and it was so cold out that I nearly froze to death just going from my car to the front door. The temperature was minus 8 and with the wind blowing like it was, it was easily minus 30 wind chill. I fumbled with my keys, unlocked the door and went inside.

If I live to be 100 years old, I'll never forget the overwhelming shockwave of nausea that tore through my body as I came into my living room. Eric and Lucy were both stark naked and in the throes of heated sexual passion on the sofa. Their bodies were drenched with sweat and Lucy was riding Eric's cock like a wild horse. The frigid winter air blowing threw the door snapped them out of their passionate trance and Eric flung Lucy across the room like a rag doll when he saw me. With tears streaming down my face and my chest muscles straining to contain my exploding heart, I felt anger, betrayal, disgust and hurt eating away at my soul like hydrochloric acid and violating every fiber of my being. With their sweat laden bodies glistening in the soft glow of the fire burning in the fire place, the two dearest people in the world to me up to that moment stood motionless, staring at me with blank faces.

Feeling the vomit rising up my throat like magma inside a volcano, I stormed up the hallway and into my room. Lucy came stumbling in a few seconds later tugging up her jeans with one hand while trying to close her blouse with the other. Between my thundering heart echoing in my ear and my uncontrollable sobbing, I couldn't even hear what Lucy was saying; nor did I even want to. Eric suddenly appeared behind her, buttoning up the fly on his jeans. I snapped up my duffle bag and pushed past them with all my might and heard myself roar like a T-Rex at the top of my lungs. Once again my size seemed to be against me for Lucy was 5'9" and Eric was 5'11", but my anger more than compensated for it this time. 

The next thing I knew, I was throwing my bag in the trunk of my beat up old Nova with Lucy pleading desperately for me to hear her out. Eric stood silent further up the passenger side with his thumb up his ass. In an instant I slammed the trunk, turned to my supposed best friend and spit in her face. Lucy stumbled back a couple of steps and it was so cold out that my spit almost immediately began to freeze on her skin.

"Fuck off and die, cunt!" I snarled. 

I turned sharply on my heels and rounded the drivers' side of the car. I needed to get away as fast as humanly possible. I hadn't taken three steps when I felt my left foot slip out from under me. My arms whirled wildly around, reaching and stretching frantically for something to grab on to as the rest of my body spun out of control. In the blink of an eye, I hit the ice covered pavement with my left ankle jammed between my ass and the frozen ground. Dazed and confused for a few seconds, I was snapped back to reality as I felt Eric's hand grab my shoulders.


We'll be home for Christmas



"Natalie? You okay?" He asked.

My mind clicked back into full and present company and I swung my arms violently around over my head. I could feel my swinging fists land a few good shots on his face and body.

"Get your fuckin' hands off me, you worthless piece of shit!" I roared.

Eric stumbled backward and I got to my feet. Lucy was gathering Eric up in her arms and checking him for damage. He was bleeding badly from his nose.

"Don't you ever fuckin' touch me again! Either of you!" I screamed.

"Natalie, please!" Lucy begged.

"Go to hell you miserable fucking whore!" I snapped.

I couldn't remember a time in my life when I'd ever been so angry or when I'd had such an overwhelming desire to physically hurt somebody. I actually wanted to kill. Spitting profanity like a street walking Bronx hooker, I hobbled to the drivers' side door and got in. Starting the engine, I took a quick second to try and collect myself as best I could. My face was a sloppy mess of snot, tears and of all things, sweat. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I suddenly realized that I was burning up. My insides felt like they were on fire. For the first time in my life, I was completely consumed by seething hatred.

I hated Eric and Lucy with a mortal passion. Eric Lawrence and Lucy Vidor; two people who not more than fifteen minutes ago, where two of the dearest people on Earth to me. I guess it's true what they say, that there definitely is a very thin line between love and hate. I didn't like feeling this way; being this full of hate and rage was actually starting to scare me. But at the moment, it was the only way I was going to get through this with my sanity intact. Slamming my right foot down on the accelerator, the tires spun wildly as they skidded slowly backward on the ice searching for dry pavement. I could see Eric and Lucy fleeing for their lives in the rear view mirror as I let off the gas and hit the brakes. When I finally came to a stop, I threw it in drive and punched the gas again. This time the tires gripped immediately and I sped off into the frozen North Dakota night. A few moments later, I was racing on to Interstate 29 and heading south toward Fargo.

It's nearly ninety miles, about an hour and a half long drive from Grand Forks to Fargo. By the time I entered the Fargo City Limits, my ankle was hurting so bad that I could barely concentrate on driving. I needed medical attention. Having been to Fargo several times with Lucy, I knew it well enough to know where the county hospital was. I parked right in front of the emergency room entrance and practically had to crawl inside. An X-ray determined that nothing was broken; just a bad sprain. So while the nurse wrapped me up in an ace bandage, the doctor wrote me a script for some painkillers and a pair of crutches. Wheeling me down to the pharmacy where I got my pills and crutches, I then did my best impression of Tiny Tim over to the discharge desk for the raping of my insurance company.

The Journey

The sun was just coming up over the tiny skyline of Fargo as I hobbled out of the hospital on my crutches. I pulled another pair of socks out of my duffle bag along with one of Eric's tennis shoes that he had stuffed in my bag the night before. I got back in the car, pulled both socks over my injured foot and then slipped on his size 11 shoe to protect it. A few minutes later I was turning westward on Interstate 94 as the sun was now completely clear of the horizon behind me. The throbbing pain in my ankle practically drove me to tears and I wanted so much to down five or six painkillers; but with such a long drive ahead, that was completely out of the question. Besides, I needed the pain to keep me awake. I hadn't slept in nearly twenty-four hours and now after the hospital co-pay, I had no money to pay for a motel room. All I had was a gasoline credit card to get me home. I only hope it wasn't maxed out.

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all fuck off and die! Especially Natalie Bennett."

Despite the freezing cold, my old Chevy Nova was holding up remarkably well and I was making fairly good time. About seventy miles east of Bismarck, I couldn't hold it anymore; I had to pee. I pulled into a rest area in the middle of the frozen tundra and hobbled on my two newest best friends into the ladies room. At least I knew that these two friends wouldn't fuck me over and if they did, it would be my own fault. Doing my utmost not to let any part of my body touch the freezing and filthy commode as I relieved myself, I pondered that thought. Had Eric and Lucy's infidelity in anyway been my fault? Lucy? Absolutely not! She's just a backstabbing slut and a whore. Eric? No! I put out for him plenty and he never once complained that I was a bad fuck. But then again, he never really said anything at all. Okay, he did comment that I needed to work on giving better head, but other than that I'd say I pleasured him exceptionally well. He also commented that my vagina was extremely tight, but I always took that as a compliment. And so what if I refused to let him fuck me in the ass! That's really disgusting. 

In all honesty, I didn't really enjoy sex and I guess it could have inadvertently become obvious to Eric while we were doing it. If I'd learned anything about men it was that they love to fuck and they love to know that they are good at it. They also love to know that the women they're fucking are really enjoying it. Or do they? The longer I hunched over the commode on my throbbing ankle, the harder I began to mind fuck myself. I loved Eric, didn't I? Yes! I think so! And as such, I did whatever I could to make him happy, didn't I? Fuck, I don't know! If he wasn't happy, then why didn't he talk to me about it? Simple, he had Lucy to talk to about it while he fucked her! And since he had a whore like her to fuck in the ass and to suck his cock like the chrome off a trailer hinge, its no wonder he forgot about how unhappy he was with me.

The hate was surging through my veins like boiling acid and practically eating me alive; only now it had taken on a third target - me! I finished my business and hobbled back out to the car on my crutches, cursing myself for a prude. Wrestling my crutches into the backseat, I dug my keys out of my pocket, slid them into the ignition and turned the key. If you've never heard an automobile engine throw a rod, be grateful; for it means that your engine is permanently shot, never to run again. The sound is unmistakable and when you hear it on a frigid December morning in the middle of the North Dakota plain, thousands of miles from home with your heart broken, your soul crushed and your badly sprained ankle throbbing, you truly want nothing more than to lie down and die. 

I staggered back out into the biting cold and hobbled over to a nearby park bench along the sidewalk, crying piteously. Letting my crutches drop aimlessly to the ground, I buried my face in my ice cold hands and sobbed. Even though the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, the cold was as merciless as the arctic itself and the wind bit at the exposed skin of my hands, face and neck like hundreds of baby sharks. I got so lost in my emotions that I didn't even hear the approaching footsteps crunching through the snow. It wasn't until I felt a gloved covered hand gently squeeze my shivering shoulder that I realized I wasn't alone. Peering through my fingers that were still over my eyes, I saw a pair of light tan hiking boots standing on the cement in front of me.

"You okay, honey?" A very soft and gentle female voice asked.

For a split second, it was my Mom. I heard my Mom's sweet voice and I felt a gust of warm and healing spirit rush through my aching soul.

"Mom!" I called.

My head sprang up like a knee jerk and I found my gaze caught by a beautiful pair of eyes that were every bit as warm and welcoming as my mother's baby blues; but these eyes were hazel and they were, without a doubt, two of the most captivating eyes I'd ever seen. Wiping up my tears and snot on my frosty sleeve, I shook my head and focused more clearly on the quite formidable, but very attractive woman who was standing before me. She was easily 6'2" with flowing dark brown hair draping down to the tops of her shoulders and highlighted with the occasional faint streak of blonde. Her neck was long and sleek, wrapped in a thick red scarf and there was a faded green John Deer ball cap on her head with a pair of sunglasses mounted on the rim. 

She wore a dark blue denim jacket heavily lined by thick white wool. Her jeans were a very faded shade of blue, obviously the oldest and most comfortable pair she owned and they wonderfully accentuated her immaculately curved hips and firm thighs. Spit-balling her age to be somewhere in her thirties, she was suddenly squatting before me, resting her hands on my shaking knees and I was again looking into her deep, caring eyes. Getting a much closer and clearer look now at her face, I did a sudden double take as my stomach filled with a swarm of butterflies and my heart skipped a beat. I was staring directly into the face of my all time favorite movie star, Michelle Pfeiffer.

Shaking my head again, I sighed deeply followed by sniffing and snorting up more snot.

"Sweetie, can you hear me? Hey! Honey?" The woman asked softly.

"Yeah." I finally sputtered. "Yeah, I'm okay. This just hasn't been my day."

"Apparently not." She offered.

"Uh, are you Michelle Pfeiffer by any chance?" I asked.

"Michelle Pfeiffer?" Her eyes bulged. "You mean Michelle Pfeiffer the movie star?" She continued.

The woman chuckled as a beautiful smile lit up her face and I felt another gust of comforting warmth rush through me.

"No, I'm afraid not. But thank you. I needed that." She said. 

"I'm sorry. It's just that you look so much like her." I replied. 

"Honey, there's nothing to be sorry about. To tell a woman that she looks like Michelle Pfeiffer is a wonderful compliment. I'm Erica." She said. 

As her name cleared her lips, I felt my entire collection of internal organs tumble into my feet. I've always been one to believe that God has a wonderful sense of humor, but this was certainly not the time for him to show it. Of all the names in the world, why Erica? I suddenly felt like I was a fire ant on top of my hill and God was an ugly little kid holding a magnifying glass over me in the burning sunlight.

"Erica?" I stammered.

"Uh-huh. Erica Abbott. What's your name?" She said.

"Your name is Erica?" I stammered again.

"All my life." She said.

"Gee, thank you God." I mumbled sarcastically to myself.

"Why? What's wrong? You don't like it? Well, you can call me Michelle if you really want to." She continued pleasantly.

"No, it isn't that. I'm sorry; I just have a problem with the male root word of your name. Or derivative or whatever the hell it is." I babbled.

Erica's eyes filled immediately with an unmistakable look of personal understanding and her beautiful face softened with heartfelt compassion.

"Oh, now I get it. You just had your heart torn out by some asshole named Eric, didn't you?" Erica said softly.

Lowering my head to try and hide the tears welling up in my eyes again, I merely nodded quickly as my body trembled at the mention of his name.

"What's your name?" Erica whispered gently.

"Natalie." I choked. "Natalie Bennett."

"That's a pretty name. Pretty name for a pretty girl." Erica said.

I did my best to look up at her and smile, but the tears were racing down my quivering cheeks and snot clogged my nostrils. I ran my sleeve over my nose and sniffed.

"It was another girl, wasn't it?" Erica gently queried.

"Yeah. My best friend." I practically gagged.

Erica sighed deeply as she shut her eyes and lowered her head in sympathy. I had no way of knowing for sure, but I instinctively felt that Erica had experienced my current agony firsthand.

"Sweet Jesus, don't you just love friends like that." Erica jabbed.

"With friends like that who needs enemies, right? Fucking whore!" I snarled.

"So Natalie, I'm assuming that's why you're out here all by yourself, isn't it? You're on your way home for Christmas and he was supposed to come with you. But now you think your life is over and you'd just as soon curl up in a ball and die." Erica offered.

Erica's dead-on assessment of my predicament totally overwhelmed me and there was no way I could stop the flood of tears now drowning out my eyes. I slapped my hands over my face and sobbed uncontrollably. The next thing I knew, I felt myself being pulled gently forward and my head was coming softly to rest on the surprisingly warm denim on Erica's broad shoulder; her arms went around me, consuming my petite frame like a warm blanket in a powerful but very comforting embrace. It was so strange. Except for her name and the fact that she looked exactly like Michelle Pfeiffer in the face, I knew absolutely nothing else about this woman. She was a total stranger that had now been in my life for less than two minutes, yet I felt perfectly at ease and comfortable with her. Holding me snuggly in her arms, I felt completely safe and genuinely cared about. Breathing slowly and deeply as to pull myself together, I noticed a delightfully clean and fresh scent on Erica. It wasn't any kind of perfume, but rather just a refreshing scent of natural sweetness. It wasn't long before I realized how much I was enjoying breathing this woman in. I immediately thought of what my grandmother used to say about being able to smell other people's souls. She said that when a person had a naturally sweet, clean and fresh scent emanating from their body, like Erica did, what you were smelling was the purity of their soul. More to the point, it was the divine fragrance of the Holy Spirit dwelling within them.

I finally sat back and Erica released me. Looking gently at me, she pulled her gloves off and began rubbing my frozen little hands between her much larger and wonderfully warm ones.

"Sweet Jesus honey, I could feel these ice cubes on my back through three layers of clothing." Erica said.

"I'm sorry." I replied.

"There we go. So, why are you sitting out here in the cold? I can think of a lot better ways to kill yourself than freezing to death." Erica asked.

"My engine threw a rod. I'm stranded here." I told her.

"Oh shit." Erica said. "When it rains it pours, doesn't it?"

(N) "Tell me about it."

(E) "Don't you have a cell phone?"

(N) "Can't get a single out here. Besides, I don't have anyone I can call within a thousand miles of here."

(E) "Where you headed?"

(N) "Seattle."

(E) "Seattle?! Seattle, Washington?"

(N) "Yep. And this was gonna be the first time the whole family has been together in almost seven years."

(E) "No kidding. Tell me something, Natalie: do you believe in miracles?" 

(N) "It's Christmas, isn't it? Why?"

(E) "Because I'm heading for Seattle myself."

My head sprang up only to be greeted by another beaming smile on Erica's face. My heart skipped another beat and my whole body turned to Jell-O.

(E) "So I guess you're coming with me." 

(N) "Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that." 

(E) "You're not asking. I'm telling. Now come on. I'll have you home in time for Christmas dinner." 

Erica stood up and thrust my crutches at me. After collecting my duffle bag, Erica slung it over her shoulder and walked protectively along side me as I hobbled on my crutches across the slippery parking lot toward her ride.

"So, where are you parked?" I asked naively.

"Right there." Erica pointed.

I stop suddenly and stared in awe at the Classic XL '70 inch raised roof sleeper cab Freightliner tractor that Erica was pointing directly at. She was in pristine condition with a deep royal blue finish, freshly waxed and sparkling in the bright sunshine. Her stacks, wheels and fuel tanks all appeared to be brand new with the chrome of all polished to an immaculate shine. As we approached, I could hear her CAT engine purring like an alpha-female Tyrannosaurus Rex and she was pulling a classic 53' Great Dane dry freight trailer that was a sparkling shade of off white.

"That rig there?" I sputtered.

"Yes, ma'am!" Erica chirped proudly.

"You're a trucker?" I asked like an idiot.

"It's the latest thing; called equal opportunity employment." Erica joshed.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, you see women can now fly airplanes, be doctors, lawyers, run for President; hell, we can even drive eighteen wheelers." She continued.

"How about being a comedian?" I fired back.

"Very good!" She teased.

Erica tossed my duffle bag into the sleeper and then helped my crippled ass climb up into the passenger seat of the cab. Buckling me in, Erica then jumped out the drivers' door to do a quick walk-around while I marveled at the cab interior. This big baby was state of the art in every respect and loaded to the gills with all the latest bells and whistles. The interior paneling, carpet and seats were charcoal grey, both the driver and passenger seats were air cushioned and I couldn't get over how clean and organized everything was. There was a heavenly aroma of fresh cinnamon potpourri all through the cab and there wasn't a scrap of paper or any other discarded item of garbage anywhere on the shiny floorboards. I'd ridden in many big truck tractors in my life, but I had never seen one that was this clean or smelled so good. And then again, I'd never ridden with a lady trucker before. There were twin bunk beds, both made up to military specs. There was also a 12 inch television set, DVD player, laptop computer with wireless internet, satellite radio, CD player and disc changer; the works! I couldn't be certain, but I think I was actually getting turned on. 

Erica climbed up into the drivers' seat a moment later and made a quick note in her log.

"This is the most beautiful truck I've ever seen. It's so clean and organized." I told her.

"Hey, a woman's home is her sleeper cab." Erica chuckled.

In a quick flurry of movement, Erica buckled her seatbelt, released the air brakes on both the tractor and trailer, stepped on the clutch and shifted into first gear. Within seconds the great vehicle came to life, crawling gently forward under Erica's skillful hand and we were soon cruising at 60 miles per hour down Interstate 94 heading west. For the first time since walking in on Eric and Lucy last night, I was actually able to relax and let my mind be at peace. Despite the fact that I had disobeyed the longest standing order my parents had ever issued, which was to never hitch-hike; here I had basically done it, yet I had absolutely no fear or worries about it whatsoever. Though I couldn't explain it, there was just something about Erica that totally captured me and I knew deep in my heart that I was in the best of hands and perfectly safe with her. 

With a fresh rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins upon climbing into this awesome rig, I was suddenly wide awake and I opened the flood gates of my mouth, spilling the whole story of Eric and Lucy in detail to my new guardian angel. As the day wore on, Erica and I conversed almost non-stop about everything and anything. Erica is 32 years old and originally from Durham, North Carolina. She too, is the youngest of three siblings, having an older sister and brother. Her parents now live in Miami while her sister now lives in Sydney, Australia with a husband and two children while her brother is serving a prison term somewhere in upstate New York. Her father and uncle were over-the-road truckers and that's how she got her training as a truck driver when she was eighteen. She had moved out to Seattle about eight years ago when she went to work for an Everett based transport company, and now, thanks to some wise investing and smart money management, this beautiful tractor belonged to her lock, stock and barrel.




We'll be home for Christmas



The more she talked about her family, I began to detect a hint of sadness or maybe even remorse in her voice. She also made no mention of ever having been married or having any children. I saw now family pictures anywhere inside the cab and I also noticed that she wasn't wearing a wedding band. But I decided not to press the issue since talking about her family already seemed painful for her. So like an idiot, I told Erica about my family and then showed her a recent family picture. Seeming to very much enjoy hearing about my family, she noticed the size difference immediately. I told her about the nickname of David they'd given me and her head whirled around with her jaw hanging open.

"They called you David? As in David and Goliath out of the Bible?" She gasped.

"Yep." I replied.

(E) "Wow, now that's really creepy."

(N) "What do you mean?"

(E) "Well, I had a very similar problem with my family."

(N) "Don't tell me you're the runt of the litter too? My God, your family must be giants then." 

Erica laughed as she shifted the rig into a higher gear.

(N) "How tall are you anyway; if you don't mind me asking?"

(E) "I'm six-one."

(N) "No kidding? That's how tall my mother is."

(E) "But you see everybody in my family are all about your size."

My eyes bulged and my jaw dropped at her in awe for a long moment. 

(N) "They nicknamed you Goliath, didn't they?"

(E) "You better believe they did."

We fell silent for a moment and then I heard Erica scoff and giggle. Within seconds the two of us were splitting our sides in hysterical laughter. I fell in love almost instantly with Erica's laugh. It was one of those hypnotic kinds of laughs that just made you wanna laugh, even if your heart was broken and your soul was crushed; kind of like mine. It was very healing. 

The CB radio suddenly blared forth with the scratchy voice of another trucker asking for a radio check and Erica called back to confirm it was working fine. The two of them chatted briefly back and forth, filling each other in on what they left in their rear view mirror. As I watched Erica jabber on the CB, I soon found myself staring at her. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly, but this woman was so intriguing to me. She had long since taken off her jacket and I now got a much better view of her upper body. Erica's breasts were perfectly proportionate to her overall frame; round, perky and firm and for some reason beyond my comprehension, I couldn't take my eyes off them. The blue and white checkered flannel shirt she wore clung tightly to her lean and slender torso, all the while accentuating her beautiful breasts. The driver on the other end of the CB made a joke and Erica glanced over at me as she laughed and made a reply. At the time, I was so wrapped up in worshipping Erica's physical beauty that I didn't even hear what he said, so I faked it. It was then that I noticed the white turtle neck she wore under her flannel shirt and it served as the perfect canvas to view the gold crucifix hanging from a gold necklace around her neck.

It's amazing how fast time flies when you're enjoying yourself. We stopped at a truck stop on the west side of Bismarck around eleven in the morning to eat and I took full advantage of the shower facilities there; I hadn't showered in nearly twenty-four hours. After airing up a few of the tires and topping off the fuel tanks, we were back on the road again by quarter of one that afternoon; tentatively setting our sights on Miles City, Montana as a good place to stop for the night. With my body clean, my clothes fresh and my belly full, I was really fighting to stay awake now; but having such a good time getting to know Erica, sleep was the last thing I wanted to do. Approaching a weigh station, Erica asked me to hobble back into the sleeper just to avoid any kind of potential hassle with the highway patrol. Pulling the divider curtain shut, I sat down on the lower bunk and immediately passed out into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I sensed the truck still cruising along at highway speed. As I slowly got my bearings, I noticed that I was snuggly tucked in under the blankets on the bunk and that my shoes had been taken off. I hobbled up through the divider curtain into the front of the cab and my eyes fell upon the most breathtaking sunset I'd ever seen directly out the windshield.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Erica said.

"Is it?" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Actually no, it's almost six-thirty in the evening." She replied.

"Where are we?" I asked as I sat down in the passenger seat.

(E) "Just passed Glendive, Montana. Should be in Miles City in a couple of hours. Want some water?"

(N) "Thanks." 

Erica passed me a liter bottle of Evian that was between her legs and I took a big tug.

(E) "Have a nice nap?"

(N) "Yes, I did. Very nice. So, I guess I have you to thank for tucking me in?"

(E) "Chalk it up as being repressed motherly instinct."

(N) "Motherly instinct?"

(E) "They say every woman's got it."

(N) "So, I guess you have kids then?"

(E) "No. I said repressed motherly instinct."

(N) "Are you married?"

(E) "Nope."

(N) "Have you ever been?"

(E) "Nope."

(N) "How come?"

(E) "Not exactly the marrying kind."

(N) "Because of your job?"

(E) "I suppose."

(N) "But don't you wanna have kids?"

(E) "Now that would be rather difficult."

(N) "Difficult? Why?

(E) "Because I'm gay."

(N) "What?"

(E) "I'm gay. Sorry. I mean, lesbian; best to be politically correct."

I felt the most bizarre sensation I think I'd ever experienced, like a snake coiling its body around the base of my spinal cord. My stomach contracted and seemed to ball itself into a few knots and again, I heard my heart skipping about every other beat. Erica looked over at me, smiling sweetly and I suddenly realized that I'd forgotten how to talk. I didn't honestly know why though. Even though I really couldn't explain my internal reactions, I knew they weren't being caused by fear. If I felt anything, it was heightened curiosity, a certain amount of disbelief and maybe even a little stimulation. A fleeing thought that disappeared as instantaneously as it appeared whispered that maybe the reason Erica had picked me up and been so very kind to me is because she found me attractive. 

"Natalie, you okay?" Erica finally broke the awkward silence.

"You...You.....You're a lesbian?" I stammered.

(E) "Uh-huh."

(N) "You like women then?" 

(E) "Yeah. I like them very much. More to the point, I love them. That's kind of in the job description." 

(N) "But you can't be."

(E) "Why not? Because I look like Michelle Pfeiffer? Wow, now wouldn't that be a headline! Michelle Pfeiffer goes lesbo! Film at eleven!"

Erica chuckled.

(N) "But that's just it. You're so beautiful."

(E) "Well thank you."

(N) "So how can such a beautiful woman be a lesbian? I mean, I never thought a lesbian could or even would want to be beautiful."

(E) "I think every woman wants to be beautiful, Natalie. And in truth, every woman is. But there is no physical appearance quota for being a lesbian, kiddo. You either are or you aren't. And you'd be surprised at how some of the most gorgeous women on Earth; I mean women that most any man would kill his own family to even have the chance to fuck, are madly in love with other women."

I slumped down low into my seat and elevated my ankle up on to the dashboard as I took another sip of water. Neither Erica nor I spoke for what seemed like an eternity as I desperately tried to interpret the thousands of erratic thoughts and questions that were suddenly tumbling around in my mind.

"You okay?" Erica broke the silence with her soft voice.

"Yeah." I bumbled almost absentmindedly.

"You're just suddenly awfully quiet." Erica said.

"Oh. Sorry. I was just thinking." I covered.

"About me being gay? Does it bother you? Does it make you uncomfortable to be with me?" Erica seemed to be pressing.

(N) "Actually, I wasn't thinking about that at all." 

(E) "Liar, liar, pants on fire!"

Erica shot me a mischievous grin and winked as she giggled.

(N) "I wasn't! And to answer your question, no; it doesn't bother me at all."

I couldn't say for sure if I was lying or not because I couldn't really define the term "bother". Yeah it certainly caught my attention, but I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

(E) "So what were you thinking about?"

(N) "About what I'm going to get my niece for her first Christmas."

The smile quickly fled from Erica's face and she sighed almost despairingly as she returned her stare out the front windshield. Again the mention of family seemed to depress her. I realized that curiosity was killing the cat far too fast, so I was going to press the issue; but with as much tact and discretion as possible.

(N) "So, what are you doing for Christmas?"

(E) "I don't know. Probably the same thing I do every year; hunt down an Ebenezer Scrooge who needs a load hauled somewhere."

(N) "So, you're not spending it with your family?"

(E) "No, I told you: my parents live in Florida, my sister lives in Australia and my brother's locked up in New York for at least the next twenty years."

(N) "They can't come and visit you?"

(E) "They don't want to come visit me, Natalie. They haven't for a very long time now. And they don't want me coming to visit them either. Not ever."

By now I was really starting to regret pressing into her life this far, but there was no going back. I had to know and I think she deep down in her soul, she needed to tell me.

(N) "Why not?"

(E) "They renounced me when they learned that I'm a lesbian."

My heart suddenly felt heavier than a cinder block. I felt a powerful chill settle deep in my bones as waves of shock and heartache for this kind and gentle creature snatched me.

(N) "They disowned you because you're a lesbian? That's insane!"

(E) "No, that's fundamentalist Roman Catholics for you."

(N) "But you're brother is in prison!" 

(E) "And they forgave him. Apparently murder is okay, but don't you dare turn out to be queer. Fuckin' hypocrites!!"

Erica sighed deeply and rested her hand on the head of the gear shift stick. Without even thinking about it, I laid my hand gently on top of hers and squeezed it as comfortingly as I knew how. Her skin was surprisingly soft and she immediately flipped her much larger hand over and took mine firmly in her grip. Erica cleared her throat and I could literally hear the lump lodging in it as she weakly smiled at me. I was all too familiar with that pain and soon felt yet another lump forming in my own throat. I couldn't even begin to fathom the agony that must come with your own family turning their backs on you completely. As the faces of Mom, Daddy, Stephanie and Ryan whizzed through my mind, I felt a tremendous rush of tender gratitude. But with Erica's hand still wrapped tightly around mine, I looked into her misting eyes and felt them tugging desperately on my heart; practically tearing it out of my chest by the arteries. 

(E) "Can I have the water please?"

I handed Erica back the bottle of Evian and our hands slipped apart as she took it in her hand and drank. How could anyone possibly not want this gentle creature in their life; especially her own family? She was an angel; at least she was to me. She had shown me nothing but compassion, generosity and unconditional sisterly love since the moment I met her. The world would be a far better place if there were more meek and loving spirits like Erica.

Erica inhaled and exhaled deeply, shook her head, ran her hand through her hair and rubbed her eyes in a futile attempt to pull herself together as well as hide her emotions from me.

(E) "You mind if I smoke?"

(N) "It's your truck."

(E) "You got a cigarette by chance?"

(N) "No, I don't smoke. Sorry."

(E) "That's okay. Neither do I."

Erica forced herself to scoff and laugh to obviously try and lighten her mood.

(E) "But if I did, I'm sure this would be an ideal time for one."

She sighed deeply again.

(E) "Oh, Jesus."

(N) "Speaking of whom; I couldn't help but notice that you're wearing a crucifix around your neck."

(E) "Yeah. You like it? My grandmother gave it to me after I took my first communion when I was eight. She said that no matter what, she and the Lord Jesus would always love me. Old bitch up and died on me three weeks later."

(N) "That doesn't mean she quit loving you."

(E) "I know."

(N) "So if you think Catholics are fuckin' hypocrites, then why do you still wear the crucifix?"

(E) "Because Jesus wasn't catholic. He wasn't even a Christian. He was simply love; and he suffered terribly and died because of it. He loved his Father and wanted more than anything to do his Father's will. And his Father's will was for him to pay the price for all of my imperfections. Mine and everyone else's; and all he asked us in return is that we love God with all we've got and love our neighbors as ourselves. So, just because a lot of people can't do that doesn't mean that I stop believing in him."

(N) "People are just ignorant. And they're afraid of what they don't understand or don't want to understand. The intimate love between a man and a woman is holy, right? Then why shouldn't the intimate love between a woman and a woman be holy too? Or the intimate love between a man and a man for that matter. Human beings are human beings and love is love, period! Sex really has nothing to do with it at all. And like it says - faith, hope and love are the three gifts he gave us, but the greatest of these is love."

(E) "I like the way you think, Natalie."

Erica and I delved into a very deep conversation about faith and I loved listening to her beliefs. Having grown up in a home where we only went to church on Christmas morning and Easter Sunday, I wasn't exactly a faith based individual, nor did I have a solid base of religious convictions. I had read the bible at different times over the years spent in the library and I guess a few particular scriptures had stuck with me, but that was about the extent of it. Erica's interpretations of the scriptures and the life and mission of Christ blew me away. It was so refreshing to listen to a person of faith who from what I had observed, actually walked what she talked. Erica had shown me nothing but kindness, compassion and unconditional love; seemingly going out of her way to help me and when I asked her what she truly felt about her family, her answer only confirmed what I was already coming to know about her character.

(E) "I love them all very much and I always will. And I've long since forgiven them for abandoning me. Sure, it still hurts; especially around this time of the year; but if I want to be forgiven my imperfections and wrongs, I have to forgive others theirs. Like he said, father forgive them for they know not what they do."

I felt goose bumps pop up all over me as she spoke those words, but they were unlike any I'd every had before. This was evidently a much bigger goose, and then a phrase that I'd heard a classmate use at one time shot through my mind: "God bumps". She too was a strong person of faith and said that goose bumps were actually the result of the Holy Spirit wrapping his arms around you and whispering a powerful message directly into your soul; so she called them God bumps. The Holy Spirit had just wrapped his arms around me. Only problem was, I couldn't understand what he was whispering into my soul. 

We rolled into Miles City, Montana just after sunset and Erica pulled the rig into the parking lot of an old, one story road side motel. Bringing the rig to a stop at the edge of the parking lot near the road, she hopped out and hurried through the bitterly cold night air to get us a room while I waited in the warmth of the heated cab. Erica returned a few moments later and opened the passenger door, blasting me with the surging shock of frigid winter wind.

"Our suite awaits, madam." She said in a lame French accent.

I handed her my crutches, slipped on my jacket and then slowly wrestled myself on my good foot out the door and onto the mounting steps on the side of the tractor. In the blink of an eye, my foot slipped and I went into a panicked frenzy of movement. I was suddenly falling backwards away from the warmth of the cab, heading for the asphalt and as I shut my eyes to await the rough impact, I all of the sudden stopped in mid air. Taking a couple of seconds, my mind finally caught up to the present. I opened my eyes to find that Erica had caught me in mid fall and she was now holding me like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. 

"You okay?" She asked, breathing heavily and with fading panic in her voice.

"I think so." I said, still getting my bearings back.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me." She said.

"Wasn't exactly a picnic for me either." I snapped back.

"You're welcome." She hissed. 

"Hey, I didn't say I wasn't grateful." I replied humbly.

Both of us breathed a deep sigh of relief and then chuckled as we pressed our foreheads gently together. Still not putting me down, Erica took a couple of steps forward and told me to close the passenger door. She then started carrying me across the parking lot to our waiting room.

(N) "Ah, Erica? You can put me down. I can make it on foot."

(E) "Sweetie, the ground is slicker than snot and I don't want your crutches slipping out from under you. Besides, it's not like your heavy."

I felt a little ridiculous at first having Erica carrying me. But as I looked into her eyes, she seemed to be enjoying it and I have to admit that it filled me with a child-like sense of protection and comfort. Plus, I enjoyed being close to her. Feeling Erica's powerful arms holding my frail little form up almost effortlessly sparked a sensation deep down inside me that I hadn't felt in a very long time. So long in fact that I really couldn't put my finger on what it was. I only knew that I liked it and it was rapidly warming my body from the inside out.

I slipped the room key out of Erica's jacket pocket, unlocked the door and opened it as Erica then carried me inside and set me down on the edge of one of the two double beds. Erica returned to the truck, collected our bags and my crutches as she shut the rig down for the night. As Erica took a long shower, I changed into a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old white T-shirt. I flipped on the TV and unwound the ace bandage from around my throbbing ankle. Erica came out of the bathroom a few moments later drying her freshly washed hair and I was instantly staring at her. Wearing an old pair of gray sweat pants and a tank top undershirt, I now got a much better assessment of Erica's incredibly beautiful body as she stepped over to the mirror and began brushing her glistening hair. Her arms and shoulders were immaculately defined and heavily clad with toned, ripped muscle; bordering on that of an amateur female bodybuilder. Her stomach was perfectly flat, equally defined and ripped with muscle and she had an adorable silver stud of some kind in her pierced belly button. As she turned from the mirror and faced me, I saw her stunning cleavage straining hard against the thin polyester of her tank top and I was left breathless at just how big and beautiful her breasts were for such a muscular woman. Her nipples were also rock hard and peeping out at me through her shirt. Having only an instant to take her all in before she could notice me gawking at her, I quickly darted my eyes back to my throbbing ankle and rubbed it.

"Hey?" She said softly. "Ankle still bothering you?"

"It's killing me." I answered.

"You mind if I try?" She asked, gesturing toward it.

"Not at all." I told her.

Erica set her brush down on the chest of drawers below the mirror and came over to my bed. Sitting herself on the edge at my feet, she took my throbbing ankle and foot into her hands. I sat back, resting my upper body weight on my hands as Erica began to massage my aching ankle and foot. Not only is she a veteran trucker, but evidently a professional masseur as well, for I was immediately overrun by intense waves of physical ecstasy shooting up through my body and her soothing massage evaporated the pain in my ankle and foot almost instantly.




We'll be home for Christmas



"Oh my God." I gasped in a near orgasmic tone. "That's wonderful!"

I felt Erica slide my pajama leg up a tad and she rubbed the underside of my lower calf.

"You had your bandage on too tight." She said. "It was cutting off the circulation. That's why it was throbbing so much. You need to wear it looser so the blood can flow freely to the injured ligaments."

"Mmmmh, okay." I moaned.

My head tilted back as I reveled in the wonderful relief in Erica's soothing rub down. Closing my eyes, I replayed the events of the day, going all the way back to walking in on Eric and Lucy. How much things can change in twenty-four hours. Just when I thought that I would never be able to smile or laugh again, I realized that I'd been laughing and smiling all afternoon; and that the only sadness I'd felt was not for me, but for Erica as she told me her life story. Still feeling Erica's hands on my foot and lower leg, I actually said a prayer for the first time in years, thanking God for sending this beautiful angel to take care of me. Then my mind flashed to Erica carrying me from the truck to the room and I felt a rush of tremendous warmth flood into my body. The reality of just how special that gesture had been hit me hard and my eyes sprang open as it suddenly dawned on me what that unidentified sensation had been as she carried me: It was sexual arousal! 

Lowering my head level again, I gazed down at Erica with a strange fluttering in my stomach. I couldn't tell if it was a good feeling or bad. There was an adorable look of child-like innocence on Erica's face as she massaged my foot. My heartbeat accelerated as I continued to revel in the wondrous pleasure of her touch and I felt tiny beads of sweat developing under my hairline. Was I becoming infatuated with Erica? It was true that I'd never met anyone quite like her and there was something about her that I just adored, so I guess in a way, I was infatuated with her. But is it possible that I'm becoming sexually attracted to her? How can that be? She's a woman. And I'm a woman. And she's a lesbian! Obviously it wouldn't be a problem for her to become attracted to me. Or would it? But either way, I'm not a lesbian. Or am I?

I was soon doing battle inside my head and heart, all the while Erica was rubbing my ankle and foot with a soft glow of genuine happiness on her beautiful face. Now, why do I keep referring to it as beautiful? Because it is, you dummy! But Lucy has a beautiful face too, and I never referred to it as that! So do Mom and Stephanie! Well, they're family, for God's sake! Okay, so I never really enjoyed sex with Eric, but I always thought it was just me not being all that into sex in the first place. Well, maybe it really was me not being all that into sex with guys at all! But what about sex with a woman? What about sex with Erica? The battle raged on relentlessly inside me and Erica didn't seem to have a clue it was going on, and despite everything that was at stake in this battle, I was still really enjoying Erica touching me.

"How's that feel?" She asked suddenly.

"Wonderful." I answered.

Suddenly the battle in my head stopped and I had a moment of clarity. I had learned so much about Erica and I had basically come to trust her with my life that day, so why not ask her the question?

(N) "Can I ask you something, Erica?"

(E) "Of course."

(N) "Well, it's kind of personal."

(E) "Is there really any other kind?"

(N) "When did you really know for sure that you were a lesbian?"

(E) "When I was about your age. Yeah, I was twenty."

(N) "How did you know?"

(E) "Simple, I loved women far more than I did men."

(N) "So, you have been with men before?"

(E) "Yeah, when I was in high school and early in college. Of course, I wasn't exactly the most popular girl with the guys. I was kind of shy and really insecure about my height."

(N) "Know the feeling."

(E) "Plus my sister had the reputation of being a slut, so by the time I got to high school, my brother was a little too protective of me." 

I felt my heart begin to pound and watched my chest rise and fall rapidly as I was listening to my own story. A story that I hadn't shared with her yet.

(E) "But there were a few guys I went out with; mostly to school dances like Homecoming and the Prom. But there were a few other times I'd go out and there were even a couple of guys that I really liked a lot. They were sweet and charming and really cute. But when it came down to having sex, I just couldn't get into it. It just didn't do anything for me. But then when I got to college, my roommate and I became really close. I started having really mixed feelings and emotions about her. She was an amazing person and I just couldn't get over how beautiful she was. One night late in the spring of our first year, we got into this really deep conversation about life and we ended up having sex. It was the most amazing experience of my life, and that's when I knew."

(N) "Your college roommate, huh?"

Erica instantly caught on why I asked that and felt bad.

(E) "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, honey. That's just who it was."

(N) "It's okay."

(E) "Are you sure?"

(N) "Yeah. So, how did it come about?"

(E) "What do you mean?"

(N) "Did she make the first move or did you?"

(E) "Why are you asking me all this?"

(N) "Because I want to know."

Erica smiled at me and sighed as she continued rubbing on my foot. I sensed that her squeezes were now becoming more sensual than therapeutic. 

(E) "Actually, I did. We were polishing each other's toenails and at the time, she was doing mine. And every so often the skin of her hand would brush against my foot and I would feel these tiny little electrical sparks every time it did. They sent tingling shockwaves all through me. So finally, I reached out, took her hand, slowly pulled her toward me and planted a kiss on her. The next thing I knew, we were taking each other's clothes off and getting into bed."

(N) "So what happened after that?"

(E) "You want a play by play or something?"

(N) "No! I mean what happened after that night?"

(E) "I took her home that summer and that's when my family cast me out. I had to leave school because my tuition was cut off, so I started driving trucks. She went back to school and I never saw her again."

(N) "I'm sorry." 

(E) "There's nothing to be sorry about. Just the way things happen sometimes. Wasn't like I was madly in love with her."

I suddenly felt myself slowly leaning forward. My circuits were overloading with an overwhelming and unexplainable want and desire to kiss Erica. I'd never looked at another woman this way before; but then again, there had never been anybody like Erica before. There was just something so special about her and I couldn't resist.

(N) "So? Has there ever been anyone else?"

(E) "Oh, more than a few I suppose."

(N) "Anybody serious?"

Erica raised her eyes and saw me slowly leaning down toward her.

(E) "Not recently, no."

I ran my hand down my leg and took hold of Erica's, gently caressing it.

(N) "Why not?"

Running my hand slowly up her arm now from her hand, I reveled in the firmness and roundness of her muscle bound arms and incredibly soft skin.

(E) "I don't know. Guess I just haven't met the right one."

(N) "Really? And just what do you suppose the right one would be like?"

Taking hold of her other hand, I slowly pulled Erica up toward me as I continued to slink closer to her. By now, my heart was pounding so hard that it almost hurt and my whole body was trembling; but I was committed now and had to try this. I needed to know exactly what I was feeling. Our lips were coming within centimeters of each other now. The look on Erica's face was one of complete submission; a wanting smile was on her lips.

(E) "Well, for starters, I think her name would definitely have to be Natalie."

My lips pressed gently against Erica's and my heart stopped. Her lips were unbelievably soft, warm and moist. I could still smell the shampoo in her damp hair and the fresh scent of Irish Spring on her skin. I cupped her soft cheeks in my hands as I pressed my lips harder on to hers. I could hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing and my heart thundering wildly. I felt Erica's arms slide slowly around the soft cotton of my T-shirt and her hands caress my back. She was soon crawling seductively up on to the mattress with me as our lips gently grazed over and around each other. Before I knew it I was lying on my back and Erica was snuggled up beside me with her left hand resting on my stomach and her right gently stroking my hair. Still just letting our lips graze gently together, Erica rolled her body up on top of me and her breasts mashed firmly down onto mine. Then I suddenly felt the tip of her tongue probing through my faltering lips and run over my teeth. Before I could stop myself, I totally freaked and with all the strength I could muster, I pushed Erica off me. 

"Stop!" I nearly screamed.

We looked at each other intensely, both of us on the verge of panting. Erica's eyes instantly filled with fear.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry, honey." Erica said, her voice shaky and full of concern. 

My heart was pounding relentlessly and I was having trouble catching my breath. My body was trembling.

"Oh, honey. It's all right." She said reassuringly.

My mind was a jumbled mess of emotions and I was suddenly having deep chills shuddering through my bones.

"No, I'm sorry. I thought I was ready for this, but.."

Erica gently placed her finger on my lips mid sentence and smiled sweetly at me. Her eyes were full of compassion and love, but deep inside I felt like an evil tease and I hated myself for leading her on. And why did I stop? Kissing Erica was the most beautiful thing I'd ever shared with another human being and I was certain that I wanted her. What had happened?

"You don't have anything to be sorry about. I know this is all new to you. I shouldn't have let you go so far." Erica said.

"But..." I started, but Erica pushed her finger on my lips.

"It's okay. I understand." She said.

Erica gently kissed me on the forehead and then beamed her gorgeous smile at me again.

"It's late; and we've got a long day tomorrow. Try to get some rest." She whispered.

Erica slid slowly back down the mattress to my foot and then to my utter shock, picked up my ace bandage off the floor. I sat up and watched her wrap my ankle up with near medical expertise. I could see hints of deep regret and sadness in her face as she diligently worked and I soon realized that I was crying. Erica finished and quietly crawled under the covers of the other twin bed. I turned off the TV and switched off the light and continued to sob quietly until I finally fell asleep. I can't be certain, but I think I heard Erica crying too.

It was just after seven the next morning, December 23rd, when Erica and I were back on the road. Erica woke me just after five and I took a long, hot bath to soak my ankle, and my head! One felt monumentally better, the other like shit. By the time I was dressed, Erica had already loaded our bags, fired up the truck and done her morning inspection. She then had walked across the street for a bag of breakfast burritos, hash browns and a couple cups of coffee. Though I was still beating myself to death over the events of last night, Erica never showed the slightest sign of distemper or resentment about it. She was just as sweet as she could be. We at our burritos and watched the weather forecast on TV. The day was already overcast and bitterly cold with a forecast for most of Montana calling for flurries in the morning to near blizzard conditions by afternoon. I hobbled on my crutches out to the truck and managed to get in without incident.

Erica continued heading west on I-94 to Billings, where we switched over to Interstate 90; the home stretch that would take us straight into Seattle. Erica was as pleasant and talkative as she had been the day before. The weather steadily worsened as the day went on, just as the weather service had predicted it would, and we probably were not going to get as far as we wanted to. By the time we reached Butte, Montana in the early afternoon, Erica was dismayed with the time it had taken. Having hoped to at least get as far as Spokane, Washington on the day, the prospects of that happening now were slipping away as fast as the snow was falling. Then with eastbound truckers reporting bad visibility in the Rocky Mountains, it looked like Missoula was going to be as far as we'd make it today; and even that was pushing it. But we made it anyway.

We rolled into Missoula, Montana at just after six and into another road side motel very similar to the one we'd stayed at in Miles City. Again, Erica got us a room, but this time she didn't have to carry me across the parking lot; although I really would have liked her to. My ankle was really starting to feel better and I was actually able to walk on it with the aide of just one crutch. Now I really did look like Tiny Tim. Erica knew the town of Missoula very well as she made this run often; so it turned out that she had specifically chosen this motel because there was a small Bar and Grill right across the street that a dear friend of hers owned and operated. Holding on to Erica's arm and with my trusty Dickens crutch, I was able to limp along through the frigid Montana night. The place reminded me of an old west saloon with a bar running the length of the room and a row of booths along the opposite wall. With several tables in between the bar and the booths, covered with the classic red and white checkered table cloths; a couple of young waitresses patrolled the floor. There was a classic jukebox at the far end of the place, along with a couple of pool tables and some dartboards. The jukebox was playing nonstop Christmas music. 

Erica and I sat at a table close to the bar where Erica's friend; the owner and bartender, Veronica, took care of us. Veronica was a short and round woman, much shorter than Erica, but still taller than me; probably five-seven or five-eight. She looked to be in her late thirties with thinning black hair that was trimmed very short. Her face was worn and lined, her eyes were deeply embedded and her muscle bound arms were covered with an extravagant assortment of wild tattoos. Over the course of the next couple of hours or so, Veronica came and sat with us when she had the time and she and Erica swapped stories of the good old days back in Carolina. Veronica was from Durham as well, and the two of them had gone to high school together, so she looked older than she was. Veronica drove trucks for a time herself and she had even team driven with Erica for a year or so. I wondered if the two of them might have been more than just friends. 

Even though I was underage, Erica ordered two beers each round and slid one to me after they were delivered. Again, Erica had put a roof over my head and fed me for the second day in a row. Why was she being so good to me after the way I'd treated her last night?

The food was average to ordinary for a bar and grill: burgers, fries and assorted other deep fried, heart healthy American fare. It was getting close to eleven and I was starting to feel really buzzed. Veronica brought over three shot glasses full of Jack Daniels and three bottles of Budweiser. We shot the whiskey and guzzled the beer. It was the first time I'd ever drank straight whiskey and I thought I was going to hyperventilate as Tennessee's finest brew slammed harshly down my throat. Now my head was really spinning. Erica then had to go to the ladies room and excused herself from the table.

"I don't know if you know this or not, Natalie; but that young lady is crazy about you." Veronica said.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"I can see it in her eyes when she looks at you. I can hear it in her voice when she speaks to you. And haven't you noticed the way she lights up every time you speak to her?" Veronica said.

"Guess I hadn't really thought about it." I replied.

"Yes you have. You've thought about it every moment I've known you. True, I haven't known you for that many moments, but you don't fool me for a second. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice too. You're as crazy about her as she is about you. And you light up like a Christmas tree every time Erica speaks to you." Veronica stated.

"Yeah, I know." I whispered. I felt tears welling in my eyes.

"And that makes you one very lucky young woman. Hell, just having a woman like Erica being so head over heels in love with you is enough all on its own to make you the luckiest woman on Earth, my dear. But the fact that you love her right back every bit as much is absolutely priceless. It's a more precious gift than the gift of the Lord Jesus Christ himself. Don't let it get away." Veronica said. 

Veronica squeezed my hand and smiled at me as she then went to check on her tabs at the bar. I took another sip of my beer to try and wash out the lump in my throat. By now I'd lost count of how many beers I'd had, but what Veronica had just told me was more than enough to wipe out the effects of most of them. I felt my heart pounding wildly and my stomach turning in somersaults, filled to capacity with butterflies. I did love Erica! I took a bigger gulp of my beer, shook my head and again let my eyes scan around this rustic little tavern. I couldn't help it; I loved the ambiance of the place. It also helped take my mind off my surging emotions. The next thing I knew, two big burly guys in cowboy hats, reeking of cigarette smoke, tobacco chew, whiskey and beer were forcibly seating themselves on either side of me. They both desperately needed a shower and from what I could see as they flicked their tongues at me, a trip to the dentist wouldn't be a waste of time either. Introducing themselves as Big Jim and Scoot, they gave me the standard drunken pick up lines and I told them I was with somebody and to please go away. Suddenly Big Jim seized my arm with a powerful vice grip and jerked me violently toward him. 

I sobered up almost instantly as I was inundated from head to toe with paralyzing fear. His rough stubble chin grazed hard against my cheek and his horrid breath was driving me to the point of vomit. Just then I felt Scoot clamp his gorilla-like hand on my thigh and begin moving it slowly up toward my crotch. I could no longer hear what they were saying as all I could hear was my heart echoing like thunder in my ear. With the jukebox blaring and the room crowded with chattering patrons, my faint little voice was virtually inaudible as I shouted to let me go! Just then, Big Jim grabbed the back of my head and tried to force me into a kiss. I struggled with all my might against him as I saw his disgusting mouth open, revealing a grotesque display of rotting teeth and his deformed tongue was coming straight at my face.

I cinched my eyes shut and prayed for the second time in as many days for God to help me. In an instant, I heard the bottle shatter, followed by Big Jim roaring and then I felt a violent scuffle; his grip on my arm and head released. I opened my eyes to see that disgusting tub of now extremely disoriented human blubber being jerked to his feet by an enraged Erica, who towered menacingly over him. She landed a hard right to his chin followed immediately by a lightning fast left to his nose and then planted her knee solidly into his crotch. Groaning like a sick walrus as he tumbled in a daze to the floor, I turned to see Scoot leap up from the chair beside me and charge like a bull at Erica. 

"Erica, look out!" I shouted.

Erica heard me just as Scoot got to her and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her backward. Acting on pure instinct, I snapped up my crutch that was lying on the floor beside my chair, jumped to my feet and swung my crutch like a baseball bat. Striking Scoot dead center in the back of his head, he tumbled forward and his head collided with Erica's and the two of them crashed on to the table right next to ours. With Scoot's weight pinning her down on the table top, Erica snapped up another beer bottle and smashed him over the head with it; then using her powerful legs to shove him off of her, he stumbled backwards and fell over our table. As Scoot tumbled over our table and on to the floor, I stumbled back a few steps. Scoot growled like an angry bear as he started to sit up. Closing my eyes again, I kicked with all my might and felt my right foot make contact with his head, heard him groan and then his body slump over on to the floor again.




We'll be home for Christmas



With my eyes still tightly shut, I heard the entire barroom explode into thunderous applause and cheering. I opened my eyes to see all the patrons in the bar looking at us and clapping with beaming smiles and loud cheers. Our two adversaries were both unconscious on the floor and looked so pathetic that I almost felt sorry for them. Almost! Erica stepped over the bodies of her fallen foes with her arms raised over her head in victory and kissed me on the cheek. As she stepped back, I immediately noticed the deep cut on her forehead that was bleeding badly and I took her face in my hands to examine it. Erica shoved my hands down and wrapped her arms around me as Veronica came over with a couple of bar towels.

"Nice going girls, but I'm afraid you'd better scoot before the cops show up." Veronica giggled.

"You called the cops on us, bitch?" Erica joshed.

"Erica, you know this town. You can't take a shit without everyone knowing what color it is. They'll be here whether they were called or not. Now get!" Veronica said.

"Merry Christmas, my dear." Erica told Veronica as they traded kisses on the cheek.

"Happy Holidays, sweet girl." Veronica replied.

"Hey, fuck that! It's Merry Christmas! Whoever came up with Happy Holidays ought to be drug out in the street and shot!" Erica rebutted.

"And a Happy fuckin' New Year too." Veronica laughed. 

Erica put on her coat and helped me into mine as Veronica kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear.

(V) "You take good care of her, honey. Because God knows she'll always take good care of you."

(N) "I will. I promise."

(V) "Merry Christmas, little one."

Erica literally swept me up into her arms like a groom swooping up his bride and carried me over the threshold of the bar and out into the bitter cold December night; laughing all the way back to our room.

We got back to our room and Erica took a shower while I changed into my flannel pajama bottoms and T-shirt. Again Erica emerged from the bathroom in her gray sweat pants and tank top undershirt, and again, her beautiful body caught my undivided attention. For some reason tonight, she looked far more sexy than she did last night. Stepping over to the mirror, Erica brushed her hair and then turned to face me. It was then that I caught sight of the blue-black shiner that was taking shape under her right eye and the cut on her forehead was still trickling blood. Ordering her to get into bed, I wrapped a handful of ice in a hand towel and had her hold it to her eye while I sat beside her and administered first aid to the cut on her forehead; blotting it gently with a wad of tissue and then covering it with a small band-aid. Once the band-aid was in place, I gently kissed it. I felt a powerful spark of electricity course through my body as my lips made contact with her soft skin. Feeling my loins moisten, I moved the ice pack to the side and gently kissed Erica's bruised eye. Now I knew what was making her so much more appealing to me tonight: battle scars. Battle scars she sustained while protecting me. That set my now wet loins on fire. I commenced planting a barrage of soft kisses all around her face, neck and lips.

(E) "Natalie? Honey? What are you doing?"

(N) "What does it feel like I'm doing?"

I was really getting turned on as I reveled in the sweet taste of Erica's immaculately soft and smooth skin. The next thing I knew, I had straddled her lap on the bed as I continued my assault of gentle kisses all over her.

(E) "It feels like you're kissing me all over."

(N) "Is that all it feels like?"

I planted a firm kiss on her lips.

(E) "I don't know. What else should it feel like?"

(N) "Maybe like I'm falling in love with you." 

Erica placed her fingertips on my lips and then gently caressed my cheek. With her captivating eyes burrowing deep into my heart as she stared at me, I kissed the tips of her fingers.

(E) "Natalie, are you forgetting about what happened last night?"

(N) "Last night was last night. But tonight is tonight."

Never stopping my barrage of kisses as we flirted, I could now feel a powerful wave of lustful heat emanating up from Erica's body. 

(E) " Really? So what's changed?"

(N) "Well, last night I just thought I might be falling in love with you. But tonight I know for a fact that I'm falling in love with you. In fact, I already have. And let us not forget the way you came to my rescue tonight. The way you fought for me and protected me turned me on like you wouldn't believe. It's got me hotter than an active volcano. My guardian angel became my beautiful knight in shining armor."

I was kissing her now almost exclusively on her lips, pressing longer and deeper each time. Erica was getting equally turned on as she slowly wrapped her arms around my torso.

(E) "Well, what else could I do? I mean, you looked so tiny and helpless with those big ogres surrounding you. No way I was gonna let them hurt my little baby doll."

(N) "It was so sexy."

(E) "Really? How sexy?"

I crossed my arms down over my stomach, grabbed the bottom hemline of my T-shirt with both hands and in one single motion, pulled it up over my head and tossed it on the floor, revealing my perky little breasts and my tiny pink nipples. I took hold of Erica's hands and gently placed them on my little B cups.

(N) "Does that answer your question?"

Erica's face lit up in a beautiful smile and I slowly leaned down to kiss her. Erica's mouth opened and I didn't hesitate to slide my tongue deep into her warm and sweet mouth. It was even more delicious than I imagined. Wrapping her powerful arms securely around me, my naked little breasts squashed up firmly against Erica's beautiful love mounds, still hidden under the thin polyester of her tank top. Our mouths locked tightly around each other as our tongues explored the deepest oral recesses while soft and tender moans shot deep down the other's throat.

Erica lifted herself up on to her knees, locking her left arm around me and holding me solidly against her body. Cupping her cheeks in my hands and still enjoying the sweet warmth of her deep, passion filled kiss, Erica gently lowered me down on my back and slipped out of our kiss. As my mouth searched hungrily for her, she rose up straight and pulled off her tank top, revealing the most beautiful pair of female breasts I'd ever laid my eyes on. Everything about them was of divine conception and construction. They were perfectly round, incredibly firm and the nipples were already as hard as stones. I ran my hands up Erica's flat, steel firm, muscle ripped stomach and relished the sheer ecstasy of my little paws wrapped around those gorgeous specimens of true womanhood. I still couldn't get over how soft her skin was.

Erica lowered her chest to my face and I wrapped my lips around the protruding edges of her right nipple. Supporting herself above my head with one arm, Erica slipped her other hand behind my head and pushed me harder onto her nipple. I sucked her rock hard nipple deep into my mouth as I continued to knead both her breasts firmly. Erica moaned tenderly then chirped in sheer erotic bliss as I bit down on her nipple and twisted the other between my fingers. Erica then pulled my head off her right nipple and slapped me onto her left for the same action. Feeling her body quivering with pleasure and her nipples seeming to get harder between my lips, Erica suddenly pushed me down flat on my back and our mouths came together in another deep kiss. 

Erica cupped my head in her hands and stroked my hair as we kissed, then she slipped out of it and began running her tongue down my neck and chest, finally wrapping her succulent lips around my left nipple. Able to take my entire breast into her mouth, I grazed my long fingernails all over the skin of Erica's muscular back as she went back and forth between my nipples; nibbling and sucking on one while she squeezed and teased the other with her fingers. I'd never been more aroused in my entire young sex life; what there was of it to this point. Seizing fistfuls of the sheets as my head rolled from side to side, Erica continued her slow descent down my quivering body, finally sliding her own rock hard body between my wide open legs; then growling like a stalking young lion, tugged on the flannel of my pajama pants with her teeth. Feeling her fingers slip under the elastic waistline, I arched my back and felt the flannel slide up over my knees and down to my feet. Erica cooed seductively when she saw that I wasn't wearing underwear. Lifting each leg one at a time, she slipped the pajama bottoms off and I was now lying completely naked before her.

"Mmmm, your legs are so beautiful." Erica whispered.

Erica slid her hands along the skin of my legs as I felt her eyes longingly devour every inch of me.

"And your skin is so soft."

Erica began kissing the inside of both my legs, back and forth from one to the other, slowly working her way around my knees and down the inside of my thighs toward her prize.

"It tastes just like cotton candy. So sweet." She hissed between kisses and licks. 

By now every single cell in my body tingled with unbridled passion and desire for this beautiful angel. My heart raced at epic speed, my core temperature was rising with the intensity of a pressure cooker and my body was complete putty in her hands. Erica lay flat on her stomach between my legs and her face was just centimeters from my sexual center. I felt a blast of cool air blow against my outer folds and looking down with a gasp, I saw Erica gently blowing on them and then she ran the flat of her warm tongue firmly up and over the tender surface of my slit. My body jerked as I sucked in another deep gasping breath. I heard Erica inhaling deeply as she gently meshed her nose and closed mouth against my swelling lips and pulsating slit, moving all around them in a circular motion. The tip of her nose actually dipped slightly inside me.

Erica then devoured the very core of my sexual being; plunging her mouth deep in and around my mound. Wrapping her arms around my hips and thighs, she placed her hands on my lower abdomen, her fingers brushing against my tiny patch of auburn pubic hair as she probed her tongue deep inside of me. My back arched in a violent thrust toward the ceiling and my hands instantly went for my own breasts; kneading them firmly as Erica devoured my sexual core. Sucking my now pulsing and swollen fleshy folds in and out of her mouth, burrowing her nose inside my slit and probing at the hood of my clitoris with her tongue, my petite body was soon convulsing wildly.

"Mmmmh, God you are so sweet." Erica moaned tenderly.

Just the sound of Erica's voice with her mouth full of my sex sent shockwaves of unbridled lust coursing through my seething body. I soon realized that I was drenched with sweat and that my lungs were straining so hard against the intense orgasmic build up inside me, I could hardly breathe. Dropping my hands to my sides, I seized handfuls of the sheets, wrenching them tightly in my grip. I arched my back even higher and threw my legs around Erica's neck. Her hands slid under me and cupped my ass cheeks to support me. Erica was like a ravenous lion as her mouth plowed deeper into my sexual center. My wailing moans were soon reverberating off the ceiling and walls, echoing continuously across the room as my head thrashed from side to side. In an instant every muscle in my petite body seized like the cable of a crane straining against an overwhelming weight; my legs locked like vice grips around Erica's neck, I seized the back of her head with my hands, pushing her deeper into me and squealed at the top of my lungs. An orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced ravaged through my convulsing body with tsunami-like force, nearly ripping me apart.

With my heart pounding furiously, my body went limp as the overwhelming intensity of my orgasmic explosion passed; my legs unlocked from around Erica's neck and collapsed one at a time on the mattress. Erica lowered my ass down and then slowly crawled up over me as I panted like an out of shape marathon runner.

"You squirted for me, didn't you?" Erica grinned.

I was panting so hard and still so overwhelmed with passion that I couldn't even speak. I wearily noticed that Erica's lips and chin were coated with a thick, glistening wetness. Me.

"You are delicious." She hissed as she licked her lips slowly and teasingly.

Erica pressed her body down on top of me and slid her tongue deep into my mouth. I flung my legs up and locked them tightly around her torso as my arms wrapped around her neck and shoulders. I was suddenly on fire as I practically devoured her face, reveling in the flavor of my own sexual juices on her lips and in her mouth. Finally coming up for air, we gazed deeply into each other's eyes. I could never get enough of Erica's captivating eyes. I could stay inside them for the rest of my life.

"God, you're beautiful." I whispered.

"So are you." Erica whispered back. 

"Get up." I ordered.

Erica had a look of seductive intrigue on her face as she pushed herself up on her knees. In a single motion, I flung my legs up around Erica's body, back over my head and rolled in a full somersault off the edge of the bed with my feet landing perfectly flat on the floor. I stood up and stared passionately at Erica, who now had a look of shock and amazement on her face. I pushed off the floor by my firmly planted feet, launching myself back on to the bed, landing on my knees right in front of my gorgeous guardian angel. My ankle didn't hurt at all. I pushed Erica down on her back and like an unleashed wild animal, tugged her sweat pants roughly down those long and muscular legs. Erica wasn't wearing any underwear either and there was a sizable wet stain of her obviously high arousal in the gray fabric. 

"Easy there, tigress. I'm not going anywhere." Erica giggled.

Finally freeing the sweat pants completely from her legs, I tossed them on the floor and my eyes voraciously took in Erica's exquisite feminine figure. From that moment, Erica went from being an angel to a goddess, for I'd never beheld a more beautiful creature; perfect hair, pouting lips, lipid eyes, porcelain skin, voluptuous contours, sexy muscle tone and her divine sexual center. Surrounded by a thick but trimmed patch of dark brown hair, Erica's vulva was calling my name. Spreading her legs, Erica gently rubbed her swollen labia and I could see the sacred pink flesh glisten under her aroused wetness as she teasingly spread her slit open with her fingers.

"Is this what you want, baby doll?" Erica hissed seductively.

I couldn't bring myself to speak but nodded as my eyes continued to worship her every nook and cranny.

"Come here, baby." She said.

Erica spread her legs wider as I crawled between them. Positioning me above her, I pressed my body down on top of her as our mounds pressed against one another. Erica cupped my ass cheeks firmly in her hands and guided me in a grinding motion against her. Raising her legs up around me, I grinded my mound hard against hers; slowly at first, gradually building up speed and intensity. Holding myself up by my arms directly above her, Erica and I stared deeply into each other's eyes as I grinded my center harder and faster against hers. With both of us panting and moaning deeply, I could feel the sweat racing down my back in droves and Erica's fingernails were digging deep into my skin; I felt her body tensing with building passion. 

Erica locked her legs around my torso and my sweat was now dripping down on her chest like melting ice. Finally my stamina and arm strength gave out and I collapsed on top of Erica's sweat drenched, seething body. I rested comfortable for a moment directly on top of her and we spoke not a word. I reveled in the feeling of her beautiful breasts squashed against me as her chest rose and fell in labored breaths. The lustful heat emanating from her body and mine was immense and as she ran her fingers through my hair, we kissed softly and I felt her leg lock around me release.

With both of our bodies now thoroughly lubricated with heavy perspiration, I slid my body down hers, grazing the tip of my tongue along a straight line down her chin and neck, between her breast and across her six pack abdomen. Letting my body slide between her legs on to the mattress, I inhaled the intoxicating aroma of a highly aroused woman. Running my tongue up and down the insides of her thighs, Erica reached down and pleasured herself, rubbing her soaking wet, gorgeous sex and her delicious aroma engulfed me completely. Opening my eyes as I slid my tongue down the inside of her thigh, our eyes locked in an intense gaze. Erica was already so stimulated that her clitoris had sprung free of its sheath and was just aching for me to taste her. 

Having never been this close to another woman's vagina, I gently grazed it with the tips of my fingers. Erica chirped and her body jerked as I continued gently rubbing her sex. After several passes up and down, I slowly inserted my index finger and Erica let a soft tender moan escape from her lips. Wiggling my finger around inside her, I ran the flat of my tongue up her slit and over her stimulated clitoris, and the deep gasp of ecstasy that sprang from her lungs, followed by her back arching violently drove me wild. Erica's arms and hands rose up slowly along her body, caressing it at every point and then they went over her head and seized the pillow her head was resting on. Pleasing Erica sent a tremendous surge of adrenaline shooting through my body and I started pumping my finger in and out of her slit and teased her throbbing clitoris with the tip of my tongue.

Gazing up at Erica, her eyes were shut and she was wrenching the pillow in her powerful grip. Her body began to move in rhythm with the motion of my probing finger as her soft moaning was slow, low pitched and deeply sensual. I clamped my lips tightly around her clitoris and nipped it between my teeth; Erica instantly spewed another tremendously deep gasp and orgasmic moan of pure ecstasy. I felt Erica's hand go firmly around the back of my head and push me deep into her sex, burying my mouth and nose in her folds. Operating on pure primal instinct, I stuck out my tongue and pushed it into her slit and worked my jaw into a virtual feeding frenzy all around her mound.

Erica's body was soon convulsing as her moans were deep throated and sounded at times as though she were in pain. Wrapping my arms around her hips and thigh, I placed my hands on her stomach and dug my fingernails into her skin. Erica's back arched and her body was soon thrashing violently from side to side as my jaw was now beginning to ache. Suddenly she grasped handfuls of my hair with both hands, her whole body except for her feet and shoulders arched up off the mattress and rolled to the right, wrenching me along with it. Holding on tight to her hips and thighs, I heard a high pitched squeal launch from Erica's mouth followed immediately by an explosive orgasm that ravaged her body from top to bottom. With a moaning wail that sounded like agony, Erica's sex juices gushed like a tidal wave into my mouth.

Erica rolled back flat on her back and instantly grabbed me by the hands.

"Get up here, you beautiful little thing!" She hissed. "I wanna taste you again!"

Erica pulled me up from between her legs almost violently. Looking briefly in her face and eyes, she was completely on fire and consumed totally with unbridled passion for me. Sliding down a bit on the mattress, Erica positioned me up on my knees so that I was straddling her face. Leaning my sweaty body up against the wall, I got a brief second to relax before Erica's ravenous mouth was again devouring my pulsing folds and her tongue probing deep up my slit. Erica ate me gluttonously for several minutes without coming up for air, then suddenly she stopped. I felt her finger slide deep up inside me and she again commenced her animalistic feeding frenzy on my sex, now combined with her finger pumping in and out of me.