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Road Trip Ch. 01

By: Caitlin Anise



The Beginning

Taylor's first goal had been to get as far away from Sandalwood and Piper's ex-boyfriend Scott as possible. She had to get Piper to stop feeling sorry for herself. With all that Piper had put up with for her over the years, she owed her that much. It seemed to be working. It had been over an hour since Piper had mentioned the breakup not counting the hour she had just spent sleeping. Now she turned to Taylor with a wistful look. 

"You think if Samantha had never moved to Sandalwood, he would still love me?" 

"It wasn't Samantha, Pie. It was Scott. He was just a jerk. If he really loved you he wouldn't have cheated on you no matter how pretty she was. Besides, you're prettier than Samantha could ever be."

"You think so?" Taylor glanced at her friend, taking in her soft brown hair and full pouting lips. "Of course. If I was a guy, I'd fuck you." 

"You're so weird." Piper said, but she was smiling, "Where are we?"

"I don't know. Texas, I think."

"You think?" 

"Yeah, heading north, northeast, something like that. Why, you wanna stop somewhere?" 

"Yeah. I mean this whole road trip thing is cool and all but if we don't stop and stretch or something, I'm gonna lose my mind." 

"Exiting."

"Terriffic."

They drove for a few minutes in silence. "Hey, there's a hotel!" Piper said. Taylor slammed on her brakes and swerved into the hotel's parking lot. "Are you crazy? You're going to get us killed!" 

"Calm down," Taylor laughed, pulling into a parking space, "We're fine." Piper rolled her eyes. When they got their hotel room, Taylor was the one rolling her eyes. 

"What is this, the fucking honeymoon suite?" 

"The lady said it was all they had." Piper looked around at the cheesy decor. This place even had pink walls. 

"Of course it is. Wonder if the bed vibrates."

"Do they really have beds that do that?" Piper frowned.

"I don't know. But look what they do have." Taylor pointed to a sign on the television. "Six adult channels. Who would need that many options?"

"I don't know." 

Taylor grabbed the remote from the dresser and stretched out on the bed as Piper locked the door and began rummaging through her bags. "Mmmmm. Nice." Taylor moaned dramatically. Piper glanced towards the television. A blond was enthusiastically going down on a guy. "Porn is for guys. Change the channel, would you?" Taylor switched the remote. An Asian girl and a pretty redhead were kissing for the camera. "Better?" She gave Piper a playful grin. Piper rolled her eyes and pulled her toothbrush out of one of the bags. Taylor rested her chin on her arms. "Ever wonder what it would be like to do that?"

"Be in a porno?" Piper asked behind her toothbrush.

"No, kiss a girl."

"No." She spit in the sink, glad to not have to look Taylor in they eye. Honestly, she had thought about it. Sometimes, she had even thought about it after kissing Scott. He was always so distant. Maybe it would be different with a girl. Or maybe it wouldn't.

"Never?"

"No. Well, not really. Have you?"

"Yeah. I think it would be different." 

"I guess so."

Taylor's eyes followed Piper as she approached the bed. They were so different. Like night and day. Piper was definitely day. With her long brown hair, slightly bronzed skin, and sunny attitude she reminded Taylor a lot of a suntan lotion commercial. Taylor studied Pipers legs beneath her shorts as she eased herself onto the bed beside her. She had always envied Piper's legs. Taylor was short, but she had personality to make up for it. Her straight black hair and piercing blue eyes fit perfectly with her take charge punk attitude. "Want to try it?" 

"What, now?" 

"Yes, now."

"With you?" Taylor raised an eyebrow. 

"You're really hurting my feelings."

"I don't mean it like that. You're pretty. Okay, you're the prettiest girl I know, but you're my best friend." She stretched out next to Taylor, staring up at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily. 

"Jimmy Banks was your best friend." 

"So?"

"So he was your first kiss."

"But you're a girl."

"You're first girl kiss kinda has to be with a girl."

"Who says I have to kiss a girl?"

"You want to." Piper didn't have to look at Taylor to know that she was grinning. 

"You just think you know everything, don't you Taylor?"

"Yes, so just kiss me and I'll shut up about it." 

"I don't know."

"One kiss."

Taylor turned the volume off the TV and rolled over, holding herself above Piper, their breasts nearly touching. "Just one?" She pleaded. Piper raised an eyebrow, wondering still if her friend was serious. She was, she decided. She wouldn't press something this much if she wasn't serious.

"Just one," Piper finally consented. For a moment, Taylor looked unsure, or perhaps only startled that Piper had given in. She made up for it quickly and pressed her lips to Piper's then pulled back. She started to move away but Piper stopped her with a hand on her cheek. Piper didn't say anything, only held her with her fingertips and her soft brown eyes. Without thinking, Taylor kissed her again. Piper kissed her back, hesitantly at first but slowly her kisses became more demanding. Taylor wrapped her arms around Piper and pressed her body against hers, loving the feel of Pipers soft breasts beneath the silkiness of her shirt, her nipples just beginning to get hard. She pressed her tongue hesitantly into Piper's mouth then out again. Still holding onto her, she left a trail of kisses down Piper's throat.

"That was nice." Piper giggled feeling giddy from the sudden change of mood. One moment they were best friends and the next...well she wasn't really sure what this was. Taylor kissed her throat again, flicking her tongue against Piper's earlobe then sucking on it softly. It sent chills down the whole left side of her body. Noticing Piper make a small sound, Taylor let her teeth brush against Piper's earlobe and sucked harder. Piper moaned. 

Taylor tugged at Piper's shirt. "Take this off." She mummered. Piper only hesitated a minute. Taylor kissed softly around pipers bra, then reached underneath her and unclasped it. Piper's nipples became stiff points at the cold air. Taylor licked them, giggling. "I wanna make you moan."

Piper giggled, "You already did." She kissed Taylor and then stopped. "This is weird."

Taylor pulled away from her a little, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear. "You wanna stop?" The self conscious movement surprised Piper. This was Taylor Dean, her best friend for forever since forever, pretty perky confident Taylor. And here she looked unsure, nervous even. 

"No." Piper giggled and made a soft sound almost like a growl. 

"You are so cute, it's like a little girl growl." Taylor laughed, enjoying Piper's sudden frustration. She unbuttoned Piper's shorts and slid her hand beneath the denim to touch her over her silky panties. Piper gasped, and slipped her hand under Taylor's shirt. Taylor placed a kiss on Piper's belly. She tugged gently at Piper's shorts. Piper lifted her hips to allow her them to be pulled off.  She wasn't sure where this was going but she had a few ideas and none of them seemed near as awkward now as they would have an hour, half an hour ago. 

Taylor kissed beneath Piper's breasts, running her fingertips softly against her sides. It felt strange to see Piper responding so well to her touch. She had never touched another woman before, had never really thought of it. Of course she looked at other women and admired their curves, the shape of their breasts, but she had thought that everyone noticed things like that. It didn't mean anything. Now she realized that there were things about her sexuality that she had never thought of before. She was loving the way it felt to touch Piper like a man would have touched her. To run her fingers over the softness of her belly, the curve of her waist. To explore with her mouth the curves she had so often admired. She circled Piper's nipples with her tongue while sliding her hand beneath Piper's panties. Piper was wet. It was almost hard to believe. 

Taylor had the opinion that it didn't take much to get most men hard. You just had to be young, decent looking, and willing. Girls were more difficult. And Piper, Piper was something else entirely. Piper was beautiful, smart, sexy. God was she sexy. How had she never noticed this? She slid her finger between the lips of Piper's pussy, rubbing her fingertip gently against her clit. Piper arched her back slightly. It was all the invitation Taylor needed. She pulled Piper's panties off and kissed her way up the insides of Piper's thighs. Piper moaned and Taylor giggled playfully. She licked the outer lips between her legs. Piper had shaved, leaving the skin nothing but velvety softness. Taylor slid her tongue between the soft outer lips to taste the wetness between them. She looked up at Piper's flushed face and licked her lips. She had surprised even herself with her courage. She wondered if Piper could see this, see the emotion in her eyes. The need. Oh, god, it really was need. She needed to taste Piper, to see her move her hips in ecstasy, to make her moan and cry out, to be the cause of all of this. Piper reached for her and caught a lock of Taylor's soft black hair gently. She smiled. Taylor raised her mouth to receive Piper's kiss and began slowly rubbing Piper's clit in a circular motion. Piper moaned beneath her kiss. Taylor began rubbing faster feeling her heart race as Piper moved under her. She slipped a finger inside Piper and began sliding it in and out, faster and faster. "More," Piper moaned. Taylor used a second finger. Piper stiffened for a moment, then pulled Taylor to her for a kiss. Taylor kissed her and pulled back, intent on the movement of her hands. Piper kissed Taylor's throat exploring her body beneath her clothes. 

Without an explanation, Taylor pulled away. "Hold on." She got up and went to her bag. Glancing back to see Piper on the bed, naked, wet and waiting for her. "God, you are beautiful." She laughed, almost embarrassed. "You know," Piper said, stretching out on the bed surprised at how comfortable she was being naked with her friend and how she loved seeing Taylor admiring her, "It's really not fair that I'm naked and you haven't taken anything off." 

"You have a point." Taylor moved her hips seductively as she unbuttoned her short sleeved black shirt. She wiggled out of her skirt as if she were dancing to music in her head. Piper giggled but she was enjoying the show. She played with a lock of wavy brown hair as she watched Taylor's sexy little striptease. She had always thought that Taylor was beautiful. She just never noticed that she was attracted to her. It was strange that she could know someone for so long without ever seeing how incredibly sexy she was. 

Taylor turned to get something from her bag. "What are you doing?" Taylor pressed her finger to her lips while digging through her bag. Piper rolled over and let her eyes travel back to the muted television. The women were still going at it, stroking licking and sucking. Piper stretched out on the cool comforter. There really was something sensual about this one. She felt Taylor run a hand down her back and noticed that she was kneeling naked on the bed next to her. She rolled over and looked up at her. Taylor straddled her and kissed her hard on the lips. She felt something being pressed between her legs. She opened her legs, welcoming the object though it was slightly cold. 

"What is this?" She asked? Taylor only giggled. There was a click and the thing between Piper's legs began to vibrate. "Like that?" Taylor asked her pressing it against her clit and sliding it against it.

"Mmmm hmmm," Piper moaned. Taylor clicked it again and the vibrations came faster. A delicious heat spread from Piper's clit to her toes. Mmmmm. She moaned. Taylor moved the vibrator higher and sucked Piper's nipples to solid points again. Another click. It was almost too much, almost too good. She gasped. Shivers ran down Piper's back and the world exploded in a moment of sheer ecstasy. Taylor kissed her, keeping the vibrator against her clit as she came on it.  Taylor kissed her again, suddenly her lover as well as her friend. Piper pulled her down next to her and moved over her. It was time to return the favor and she was going to love every minute of it.

Road Trip Ch. 01



"We're going out to a friend's house in a little while."

"Where are we going?"

"To my friend Gail's house, I have never met her husband, they live in a secluded area of the neighborhood on the river."

"OK, are we having drinks or what?"

"Yea a few drinks, I just want to meet them and them you."

You walk over to me and put your hand on my crotch. "I noticed a few stray hairs this morning where they shouldn't be, why don't you go take a shower, shave and I'll lay out your cloths."

I started to get hard. I keep my pubic area shaved as a silly sign of my sometimes submissiveness to my wife, I knew where she wanted me to shave.

"Sure, I'll do that." And off I went

I took my shower and shaved everything off. Afterwards, I sat on the edge of the tub and carefully removed any stragglers on my balls and finished a close shave around the base of my shaft. I was hard of course, I always get hard shaving for her. Afterwards I left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. My wife was lounging on the bed, fully dressed, I was very naked. There were no cloths laid out for me, she sometimes will do that if we are running late..

"What do you want me to wear?"

She got up, walked to me and cupped my balls. "You wearing it, you're going like this."

I flushed, turned a deep shade of red and just look at her smiling face.

"I told my friend how attentive you were toward me and we talked about it over lunch. I told her of your sometimes submissiveness, of your shaving, of how much I love you and you love me. She said her husband has been hinting about her being more dominate. I though this may be a good way to give them both a push into a new relationship. You don't mind do you honey?"

I did mind and I was scared to death, but my cock was giving me away. It was very hard and dripping a little.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" I mean, it's going to be very embarrassing for me to be naked in front of the three of you and shaved on top of that! You really want me to do this?"

"First of all, I already told her about your shaving, now she just wants to see it for herself, and anyway, it's about time others know you shaved for me. Second, you like being naked for me, you'll love the embarrassment of being naked in front of strangers, and lastly you'll be doing this for me because I asked you to do it, and that, I know is enough of a reason to go......naked and hard and shaved. Isn't it?"

This woman really knew me. "Yes, I'll do it for you."

"I knew you would, let's go." She pinched and rolled both of my nipples in her fingers and then gave my balls a nice firm squeeze.

I followed her downstairs, into the garage and into the passenger seat of her car. She was acting as if everything was normal. This was surreal.

"You may want to lean the seat back and get below the window edge for the drive."

I was now lying on my back, naked and hard as she drove out of the driveway. I was grateful for the dark evening and warm weather. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

It was only about a 15 minute drive and it was totally uneventful.

The car coasted to a stop and she said we were there. I put my seat up. We were in a secluded driveway of an upper middle class home. There were no neighboring homes in sight, it was wooded. She reached over and stroked me a few times and said she would go to the house and get Gail. With that she left the car and walked to the front door. From where I was sitting I could see Gail answer the door and they both talked and looked toward the car. Then they both started walking toward me. Now the reality of this scene was setting in and I was more than scared and about to be very embarrassed.

They both walked to the passenger side of the car and my wife opened the door. The interior lights went on and she told me to get out and meet Gail. I got out and stood in their driveway, naked and hard. Gail looked at me, my cock and then turned to my wife. 

"I can't believe he actually agreed to this!"

"He'll do what I ask, within reason, wouldn't you?"

My voice cracked." Yes honey, I will."

Gail said, "I love his shaved cock. My god he's hard. When was the last time he came?"

I hadn't though about it but it was clear my wife hadn't let me cum for about a week, and it showed in my desperate cock.

"The last time he came was eight days ago. I have been keeping him hard and denied for this night. I wanted it to be a large orgasm and a lot of cum."

This was the first time she mentioned I would have an orgasm in front of Gail and her husband. I was shocked and looked at her with wide eyes. She looked at me and smiled.

"Yes, you're going to cum from my friends. I don't know exactly when or how, but you will cum."

My cock throbbed.

Gail noticed it and said," That is amazing. Look at his cock. He's standing here naked, embarrassed in front of two fully clothed women who are talking about how easily he is manipulated, openly discussing the most personal things, and his cock is bouncing in excitement."

My wife said, "Its part of his desire to be submissive to me. He wants me to control his cock and his orgasms. He wants to please me, don't you honey? You like the embarrassment of me telling you to do things you wouldn't normally do or want to do, but will do if I ask."

"Yes, it's true"

My wife squeezed my balls and lovingly stoked my cock a few time. "We have a lot to talk about with Gail and Rick, don't we honey?"

My heart was in my throat. What else? She wasn't going to tell them all of my fetishes was she?

As if she could read my mind she leaned in and whispered in my ear," A lot to talk about don't we my little cum eating husband?"

I stood stock still. She wouldn't!

Gail said, "What did you say?"

"Nothing, just a little secret between us." She smiled and let go of my hard on.

Gail said, "Shall we go in and meet Rick? He is totally going to freak. I have told him a little of what to expect, but I'm sure he doesn't expect this."

We turned and started walking toward the house about 100 feet away. My wife told me to put my hands behind my back and she held them together by grasping my thumbs. My cock and balls swayed and bounced lewdly. Gail couldn't or wouldn't take her eyes off of it. "Very nice." was all she said. At the door I paused slightly.

My wife said, "This is the real embarrassing part isn't it? Being naked in front of two woman is one thing. You have been naked in front of me thousands of times, and naked in front of Gail was something. I told you to do and you did. Now you're going to be naked in front of another male. Someone who is normally a dominate role model. And here you are shaved, naked and hard, walking between two women who are obviously in control." She swatted me playfully on the ass. "You want your cock controlled? You want your orgasms controlled? You want me in control? Then this kind of thing might happen." 

Gail opened the door and said, "After you." We walked in and they each took a hand, anticipating my overwhelming desire to cover up. Now I had no choice. I was so embarrassed I felt like I was going to die. My cock was giving me away again. The girls were all smiles.

Rick was standing by the fireplace with a drink in his hand, waiting, and watching television. He turned when we walked into the room. His mouth literally dropped open and his eyes looked as if they would pop out of his head.

Gail said, "Rick, meet my friends."

The girls walked me over to him, still holding my hands. My wife release my right hand and I instinctively reached out to shake hands. Rick shook my hand and said, "Holly shit.," and just stared at my cock, then looked at my wife and then Gail. 

Gail said, "Be a dear and get our guests a drink."

My wife said she would have a vodka tonic and said I didn't need anything. She wanted me totally sober for the evening. "It will be a little harder on him if he stays sober, and I think we would both like that, wouldn't we?"

I just looked down in embarrassment.

Rick left for the kitchen and Gail said, "Did you see the look on his face, it was priceless."

My cock was pulsing a little. My wife put her hand on my heart and smiled. "Feel this." Gail did the same and said, "It's beating out of your chest, are you OK?"

I said, "Yea, I just never expected to be here, like this."

It's OK honey, it will get better, just do as I say, I'll take care of you." And my wife kissed me on the cheek.

Rick returned and my wife said, "Let's talk." She sat in a chair across from the couch. Rick and Gail sat on the couch, my wife motioned for me to come to her. "On your knees, next to me, legs spread."

I couldn't believe she wanted me to be so exposed. I kneeled and spread my legs. She looked at me and said, "A little wider honey, I want you totally exposed, hands on your legs."

I spread my legs further and looked at my cock and balls, now totally exposed to these two strangers. I glanced up, they were staring at my cock. Gail was smiling and Rick had a look of amazement on his face. I looked at my wife, she was smiling that smile she gets when she is in control. Serene, dominate and knowing I will now do anything she could possible think of asking me. I may be in trouble, I thought. 

My wife said,"First of all, let's get a few things straight. My husband loves me very much and I love him. He is not my slave, he is my husband. He has a very responsible job and he is a good provider and my best friend. The fact that he is here naked in front of the two of you is an indication of how much he loves me and how much I love him. Every once in a while he likes to be submissive in our relationship, and when we agree he will be submissive, he promises to be submissive to my every wish. He is not a wimp. I love his cock and we love to make love, and we do often. My dominance is not 24/7, but more for fun, but taken seriously when we do it. He does what I ask when I am being dominate and he is being submissive. We are not public about this, in fact this is the first time anyone has known about this. Any questions so far? We will answer everything honestly and without hesitation, so fire away."

Gail asked, "Why is he shaved?"

"Honey, why don't you answer.".

"It makes me feel more naked when I'm naked. It makes me feel more submissive when I am being submissive. It's our little secret. It's something I have to tend to daily and that makes me or keeps me horny."

Rick, "So you shaved it because she asked you to shave?"

"No I shaved it first, little by little until it was all gone. Then my wife realized it was a sign of my submission and it embarrassed me a bit. I have kept it shaved since."

Gail. "How does it feel being the only naked person in a room, shaved and hard, and we're strangers?"

Me. "It is incredibly embarrassing. It's almost impossible for me to do, but it is also very exciting because my wife asked me to do it. She told me to do it. I could not tell her no, or at least, I didn't want to tell her no."

There was another 10 minutes of mundane questions, then.

Gail, with a smile. "What did you whisper in his ear before you came in here?"

I was now totally screwed. I turned a bright shade of red and slowly turned to look at my wife. She was smiling. "Do you want to answer this or do you want me to answer this?"

I swallowed hard. "You better."

"OK then, look into Gail's eyes and do not look down or away, just look right at her."

I did, Gail was looking at me with a quizzical look in her eye.

"My husband, after we make love and he cums in me, goes down on me and licks his cum from my pussy."

Gail's eyes got bigger as my wife paused to let that statement sink in.

"Now, every time he cums, I feed him his cum."

Gail's eyes were huge,

Rick said, "Gross."

Gail slowly turned and looked at him and said, "No, that is so hot!" She looked at me and them my wife. "Will he eat his cum tonight for us?"

My head snapped to look at my wife. She was smiling. "I asked you to look into Gail's eyes"

I slowly turned back to look at Gail, she was staring right at me, not my cock, but my eyes.

"Answer her"

"Yes, I will eat my cum for you if it is fed to me by my wife."

Gail's eyes were even bigger, she looked at my cock and saw it bounce. "Oh my god, he loves this, look at his cock!"

The three of them looked at my cock, it was dripping pre-cum and was very hard, strained and almost purple. It looked like it was ready to break.

My wife said, "Gail, ask Rick now."

"Rick, look at his cock. Would you like to have a cock that hard and need to cum as badly as he needs to cum? Would you like to be stripped and naked in front of two women? Would you like your loving wife to know your deepest fantasies and help you realize them? Do you want me to control your cock, your orgasms, and your body? I know the answer to all those questions Rick, do you?"

Rick look as if he was in a trance, just staring at my cock.

My wife said, "Rick, Gail thinks you could both benefit from expressing your submissive desires and experimenting with it a little. Not right now, right now we're going to enjoy our drinks, talk and we'll leave early. Is that OK?"

Rick looked away from my hard on, glanced at my wife and then said to his wife, "Yea, OK. I'd like that"

Gail was obviously happy.

I got a little more comfortable with my hard on and relaxed a bit. There were a number of questions about my cum eating, orgasm denial and general questions about my submissiveness and my wife's growing interest in dominance. I still hadn't had a drink and was getting a little nervous about the three everyone else had. Gail wasn't going to let me out of this house without me being fed my cum.

My hard on popped up a little more thinking about the embarrassment of my situation and the humiliation of eating "it" for them. It didn't go unnoticed by the girls.

My wife, "What made your cock bounce and strain just then, honey?"

I turned and looked at her.

"Come on honey, we're all friends here, you're the only one naked, shaved and hard, well naked and shaved anyway, but we are all friends, what made your cock twitch?"

I just looked at her, really embarrassed now. There was a long pause.

She continued,"I'll answer for you, OK. You want to cum and then you want me to feed you your cum in front of Rick and Gail. It would be about the most embarrassing thing that could happen, wouldn't it? Look at Gail and Rick, don't look away and answer these questions. Do you want to cum?"

I was looking at Rick, then Gail. She looked like she was going to cum. "Yes."

"Do you want me to feed your cum to you so you can swallow it all?"

I was now just looking at Gail, her eyes were almost pleading. "Yes."

"Look only in Gail's eyes and answer in a full sentence."

"I want to cum and then I want you to feed me all of my cum."

Gail looked like she was going to pass out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, maybe you should stand up, face me and say it again."

I did what she asked.

Standing naked in the middle of the room having just said out loud I wanted to cum and be fed my cum in front of two strangers was crazy. Now I felt like I was going to pass out.

My wife, "Gail, will you go get three pillows and a large beach towel. Rick, move the coffee table out of the middle of the room."

Rick and Gail were back in a flash and now seating on the couch, my wife stood and motioned me to the middle of the room, facing the couch.

"I want to bring you to the very edge of coming two or three times, OK. Remember, don't cum, but get as close as you can. Are you ready?"

With that she stood behind me and reached around, grabbing my cock, and lifted it up toward my stomach, exposing my balls. She had a firm grip and she slowly started pumping, pulling down hard stretching my cock head. There was a soft moan from Gail, we both glanced her way. She was mesmerized.

She brought me to the edge and I stopped her. I was rock hard and pointing up. I was gasping

Next she turned me sideways, grasped my balls with on hand and the other hand did it again. I stopped her just moment before I came. My hips were thrusting and I was breathing hard. Both Rick and Gail were squirming in their seats.

She moved me back and put a pillow on the floor. She laid the beach towel over the pillow and spread it out and told me to lie down with my head on the pillow with my knees pulled up to my chest. I was out of it now, I was just following orders if it would bring me relief. She told Gail to kneel on my right and Rick on my left and pull my knees to my chest and my butt up. She placed two pillows under my butt bending me in a "C" shape, my cock not far from my face. She kneeled between my upturned legs. 

"You are now totally exposed, even your ass is now mine" With that she lubricated her index finger with the pre-cum from my cock and slowly slid it into my upturned rear. I gasped, as did Gail. With her other hand she grabbed my cock.

"Do you like my finger up your ass? You can tell me."

"God yes" was all I could say as she slowly finger fucked my ass.

"OK, this is it, when you are ready to shoot, I want you to open your mouth, and we're going for a shot right into your mouth. Gail will feed you the rest after you have cum."

I glanced at Gail who was transfixed by my position, my hard cock and my finger fucked ass. "Look into my eyes as long as you can"

She lowered her face so I could see her and my cock at the same time. She started a very slow and torturous masturbation. I knew it would only be long seconds. 

"Oh my god." was the last thing I said as I shot a huge stream toward my face and my opened mouth. A perfect shot. The other five or six spasms hit my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach and then flowed down my cock. I was in a total spasm and Gail and Rick couldn't hold me in position.

"OK, put his legs down. Now lick my hand clean." I did.

"Gail get a spoon from the kitchen."

She was up, gone and back in what seemed like a second. My eyes were closed and my dick was still in small spasms.

"Feed him Gail."

I heard her say open and I did, a spoon full of cum went into my mouth and I swallowed. 

Gail said, "Oh my God."

She fed me five or six times until I assume all my sperm was gone.

"We're going now, Gail will you help me get him up and let's bring him to the car. The next thing I remember was sitting in the car. My wife was in the driver seat, the windows were down and Gail and Rick were outside my window. 

My wife said, "Gail, lean in here a second" She did.

"Wipe that last drop of cum from the end of his cock."

It was the first time Gail touched my dick and took a drop of cum from the end of my penis. 

"Rick, lean in here" He did

"Open your mouth" He did for some reason, he still looked like he was in a trance and hadn't spoken.

"Put your finger in his mouth" Gail did, he did not protest. He licked it clean.

Gail just looked at him with wide eyes and a knowing smile.

My wife said, "Thanks for a great evening. We'll see you both again, I'm sure."

And with that we drove home.

"Did you have a good evening honey?"

"Great, but I think I need to fuck you."

"Oh, you do, you definitely do."



Road Trip Ch. 01



I was thrilled! A road trip? I always loved to travel. Dan had come and asked me if I wanted to take a road trip to the central plains with him. I was all for it!

We left early the first day. We don't get to see each other all that much. How a man who spends so much time anywhere but home would want to take a trip like this was beyond me. We talked and laughed and just generally took our time. 

We pulled into a hotel right before dark, and got ourselves a room. We asked the desk clerk where we could eat around there. It was a small town, but there was a nice little dive that he told us to go to. We ate and sat and talked over a few drinks. I missed getting to spend time with him. We'd been through most aspects of a relationship - started out as friends, became friends with benefits, tried to take it took the next level, but decided to remain friends.

I felt the tale-tale signs in the pit of my tummy that tonight was going to be interesting, and that I was not going to need those toys I packed. Yes, we've had a past and he cannot walk by me without my pussy getting wet, but truth was, we were staying at someone's house, and I did not feel right about screwing him there. We walked back to the hotel room. It was a breezy spring evening. The air felt fresh. I grabbed his hand as we were walking and laid my head on his shoulder. We walked in silence the rest of the way. 

We got back to our room and I told him I was going to get my shower. I got in my bags and got some comfy clothes. I was feeling a little fumbly, but quickly went to get my shower. I pleasured myself over and over while I took my shower. As I said, this man has that effect on me, but it had been awhile for us, and I was not too sure he was in the same mind-set. 

When I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, I heard, what was unmistakably my vibrator. I got dressed and there he was looking amused at my vibrator, which was on high. He looked at me and smiled and said he believed you could run a car on that kind of power. I laughed and took it from him, reminding him I like it hard. I put my vibrator back in my bag just as I heard him say, "mmmmm.... nothing like the smell of fresh showered skin and sex". That was my answer. 

He was still setting on the bed. I straddled his legs and kissed him. Running my fingers through his hair, sucking on his lips. It felt like there was a fire between my legs. I was ready for him. He had his hands under my shirt, pinching my nipples. I pressed down and felt his hardness respond to me. 

He took my shirt off, wrapped his arms around my back and sucked hard on each of my nipples. I moaned, knowing I was growing wetter by the second. He rolled me over and laid me on the bed. As he kissed down my stomach, he pulled my pants down. I was not wearing underwear, but normally I sleep in the nude and he knew that. He slid himself off the bed and raised my legs. I felt his tongue dive right into my pussy. He moaned, obviously had gotten a mouthful. 

That little hotel in the outskirts of a small town came alive that night. I screamed and moaned as he ate me and made me cum over and over. I was exhausted by the time he finished and he slid back up, sliding his cock in my pussy. He slid his arms under me, and cradled my head in his hands as he thrust into me. I tasted my cum on his lips and licked them clean. 

I knew he was getting close, he set up, and pulled my legs flat up on his chest and pumped me hard. He grunted and cussed as he pumped me full of his seed, emptying every last bit into my waiting pussy. Immediately he went back down and stuck his tongue right were his cock had been, and sucked out our cum. He came back up and kissed me, dropping our cum in my mouth. We tasted amazing together. 

He rolled off of me, and cuddled me as I drifted off to sleep. So far, our trip was turning out amazing.



Road Trip Ch. 01



Part-1-Coffee Stop

This is a new adventure Under Her Nose. Thanks again to My Pet.


Having a combined family dinner at my house, during conversation, we "discover" that you and I will both coincidentally be at out of town conferences at the same hotel. Without much debate it is decided that we should travel up together. For the sake of saving money we all agree that it's ok to share a room with 2 beds.

I pick you up early in the morning, you're wearing my favorite, a spaghetti strap sundress, and I'm wearing jeans and a polo. We hit the interstate for about half an hour and decide it's time for a cup of coffee. We see a little mom and pop joint so we pull in. It looks a little deserted. We must have had the same idea at the same time because you look at me and smile. 

"Want to be naughty?" What can I say? I nod my head smiling wickedly. 

"Wait 30 seconds and then follow me in." 

"1...2...3...4..." I begin counting before you even open the door.  

As you open the door, you look back and smile at me. My eyes drink you in as you flip up the back of your skirt for me showing me your sheer black panties.

"5...er...5...6...7.8.9.10.11.12.13.14......

I shake my head trying to clear it to remember what number comes next.

"25...that's it...25...26...27..28.28.30" I stand up, adjust myself to hide my obvious affliction and walk into the coffee shop.

I look around trying to keep a straight face as I notice the place is deserted with the exception of us and the girl behind the counter. You're working it hard. The straps to your sundress have fallen off your shoulders and you're leaning forward on the counter flirting with her. She's smiling and trying to covertly look down your dress. Her face is flushed and she doesn't notice that I've walked in. I find a seat with a great view but she can't see me. She reaches up and gently fingers your hair commenting how pretty it is. You know I'm looking and flip up the back of your skirt again for me. She notices and starts looking around the room nervously as I slide down in my chair so she doesn't see me. She's nervous, but you trace her jaw line with your thumb, raising her chin. You lean in, you lips inches from hers. She quickly checks to room and pulls you in. Her mouth and lips press hard against yours. I'm watching this from my somewhat secluded chair. Your hand is behind her head, fingers wrapped in her hair kissing her fiercely. Neither of you know who is in control. She pulls away and you both gasp for breath. She guides you behind the counter to where she is, and tells you to stay put. She walks towards to door and I slide under the table. She'd have to look carefully to see me. I hear the click of the front door locking and she runs back to you. You embrace and sink to the floor. I can't see you two but I can hear the gasps, moans and the light giggles. I hear you cry out....I hear her panting...moaning. I sneak out from my hiding spot and sneak to the front door. Pressing my body against it to muffle the sound, I unlock the door and turn the "we'll be right back" sign to "open".

I open and close the door and get your attention. I can imagine the feigned "Oh Shit!" look on your face and the very real panic on hers. "It is so nice to be able to stretch my legs!" I say loud enough for you both to hear me. "I do love the smell of....." I inhale deeply "coffee!"

I turn to face the display on my right, keeping the register counter in my peripheral vision. I see both of your heads pop up and look over the counter. She stands up trying to fix her tussled hair and welcomes me into the shop. I walk up to the counter and I can see "you" on her chin. You're still hiding and I ramble on about driving for the past few hours and how terrible traffic is and that I need to get back on the interstate. You take this as your cue to kiss her ankles and run your finger nails up and down the back of her bare legs. She tries to shoo you away with one hand and point in the general direction of the on ramp with the other. She stands a bit taller and I realize she's clamped her legs together to keep you out. That just won't do. I ask about the pastries in the display case, the ones she has to lean over the counter to see knowing that if she opens the back of the case you'll be seen. She leans forward and points to the coffee cake closest to her. Knowing that she will have to raise one of her legs to be able to lean farther I say "No, the chocolate strawberry ruelade, all the way over here to my right". She leans forward for a better look and you take advantage of the situation. You bury your face between her legs, tongue flicking against her already hard clit, two fingers buried deep in her pussy, stroking her g-spot. Not knowing what else to do, she grabs my head and pulls me into a kiss as her orgasm washes over her body. Her tongue dances with mine and I can taste your sweetness as her body tenses against your touch.

She lets go and shyly apologizes for kissing me and I mumble a nonsense reply and wander aimlessly out of the building with a big smile on my face. She watches me get into the car, turns to you and giggles "Good thing for long aprons!" You stand up, kiss her, and discretely slip her panties into your bra. As you help her get dressed, she begins looking for her panties and after a few minutes of looking, decides she can find them later. You order our drinks, kiss her good bye and she tells you "they're on the house". I can see her face as she watches you get into the driver's seat of my car and her jaw drops.



Road Trip Ch. 01



Eve cringed at the alarming screeching sound and cursed as she parked her car. Glancing to the right, she cursed again. She had just scratched a truck - a gigantic, very new, very shiny truck. You just know the owner of that considers it his baby, she thought grimly. She walked around her car, inspecting the long scratch on the otherwise pristine body of the silver truck, her shoulders slumping. Without bothering to look at her own car's damage, she leaned into the passenger seat to grab a piece of paper and a pen. She had just finished the note when she heard a string of expletives.

Turning, she saw what had to be the truck's owner throwing his keys to the ground in disgust. Her movement caught his eye and he stormed over to her.

"Did you do this?" he seethed.

He was at least a foot taller than her, built like a linebacker, and was towering over her with his fists clenched. He appeared to be in his fifties but still looked like he could easily do some damage to another person if he wanted to. Eve nodded quickly.

"I did, sir. I'm very sorry -" she began, holding out the note.

"What the fuck kind of idiot - where did you learn to drive? Christ!" He turned to look at his truck again before spinning around to glare at her.

"I'm really sorry," she said plaintively.

He continued to rant, pacing for a minute before stopping to loom over her again. Eve remained still, meeting his eyes and hoping she looked remorseful enough to appease him. Before long the sound of whining filtered through his shouts and she broke in the first chance she could.

"Sir? I really am sorry about this, but you're scaring my dog," she said quietly, gesturing to her back seat.

The man stopped mid-shout, staring at her in confusion before her words registered. He looked at the dog cowering in her car and seemed to soften. He shot Eve a dark look before walking over to the open back window, holding his hand palm up.

"Sorry, girl," he mumbled. "It's okay now."

Maggie watched him cautiously before crawling to the window and sniffing his palm. She immediately jumped to her feet and began licking his hand, her tail thumping against the back seat.

"I was just about to leave you this," Eve said, holding out the note again. "I'm not local and I don't have a permanent address right now, but it has my cell as well as my mom's number, and all my insurance information."

He straightened and took the note, staring down at it.

"I really am sorry," Eve said once more. "I don't have any excuse, I just wasn't paying attention. I hope it won't be too much of a hassle to get it fixed."

He looked at her coolly before letting out a large sigh.

"Thanks for the note. I guess it's not the worst thing in the world," he said gruffly.

"Well, I know it can be a pain to deal with not having your car while it's getting fixed," Eve said. "Listen, I'm going to be here for a little while - I just need to run into the store for the bathroom and to get some food before I get back on the road. So if you think of anything else I can do, I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Nah, we'll let the insurance people deal with it going forward," he said, shaking his head. "That's what we pay 'em for."

"Thanks," Eve said with a small smile.

"Just be careful out there, girl," he said sternly. "Drive safe."

"I will," she promised, rolling up her car windows, leaving a small crack for Maggie, and locking the doors.

She hurried inside, her bladder feeling like it was about to explode. After buying some snacks and a few bottles of water, she returned to the car and made a kissing sound at Maggie, who had curled up in the passenger seat while she waited.

"Sweet girl," Eve murmured, scratching Maggie's ears and letting her out to pee.

They were standing in a small patch of grass near the front of her car when Eve noticed her headlights were still on. She cursed again. Maggie looked up at her in disdain for interrupting her eighteenth circle in an attempt to find the perfect spot to do her business. Somewhere in Ohio her car had stopped giving her the beeping reminder to turn off the lights when she removed the keys. This was the second time she'd left her lights on since then and if the first time was any indication, her battery would be dead.

"Great," she muttered.

Now she'd have to find someone to give her a jump or wait who knows how long for AAA. Maggie finally finished and began darting around, running to the end of her leash and then back to Eve, who remained staring at her car.

"Need some help?"

The deep voice barely registered at first and she spoke without moving.

"Pretty sure my car is dead," she said in frustration, gesturing to the headlights. She turned toward the voice and gasped. "Dr. Hammond!"

He was looking at her somewhat blankly, a small smile on his lips.

"Uh, it's Eve - Evelyn Cortes," she said awkwardly. "You were my advisor -"

He interrupted her with a hearty chuckle, his silvery-blue eyes crinkling as he laughed.

"Evelyn, it hasn't been that long, and I'm not that old. Of course I remember you."

She grinned.

"So - small world, I guess," she remarked.

"It appears so," he agreed. "Let's get your car taken care of."

"Thanks," she said gratefully.

Still a little stunned at running into him, she didn't think to follow him with her eyes. She'd been expecting him to park his car next to hers and was surprised when he returned with what she guessed to be some kind of portable battery attached to jumper cables. He popped her hood and connected everything efficiently before asking her to start the car.

"You're really prepared," she commented once her car was running and he unhooked everything.

"Well, I try," he said, grinning.

He closed the hood and wiped his hands on a rag before stuffing it into the back pocket of his jeans. Eve trembled slightly at the sight. Who knew her former English professor was so good with cars? If possible, he was even sexier than she remembered.

"So -" she began. "How've you been?"

"Good, you?" he asked politely.

"Good," she replied, cringing internally at how awkward she felt. "Um, can I buy you a coffee or something? I really appreciate you helping me out."

He hesitated, glancing at her car.

"You should probably leave this running for a bit, do you have enough gas?"

"Yeah," she said, nodding.

"Tell you what, why don't we have lunch in my place while your car runs?" he said suddenly.

"Your place?" Eve repeated, confused.

They were several hundred miles from where she'd gone to college, and last she heard he still taught there. He turned, extending his arm, and Eve followed his hand with her eyes to see a large RV parked nearby.

"That's yours?" she asked in astonishment.

"Yeah. Well, it's a rental, but it's mine for now," he said. "What do you say?"

She was still recovering from the shock of her brainy professor driving an RV. Maggie took that moment to jump up and place her front paws on Eve's arms.

"Uh, that would be great, if you don't mind an additional guest," she joked, turning to the dog. "Sit," she commanded.

Maggie planted her butt on the ground and stared happily at Eve, her tail whipping from side to side. Dr. Hammond chuckled.

"I'd love it," he told her.

"This is Maggie," she said, smiling as he petted the dog.

She followed him to the RV, admiring the way his ass moved in his tight jeans. They fit him perfectly, showing off the surprisingly firm roundness of his behind. He turned to her when he opened the door and she darted her eyes up quickly, hoping it wasn't obvious that she'd been checking him out. Giving him a small smile and herself a mental shake, she led Maggie into the motor home.

It was more spacious than she expected, with a small kitchen and eating area. There were a few closed doors, which she guessed were a bedroom and bathroom. He waved a hand to the table and she slid into the large U-shaped booth, tugging Maggie gently to lie at her feet. 

"This is really nice," she commented nervously.

"Thanks."

He was leaning against the kitchen counter with a smile, his finger hooked in his belt loop. Her stomach fluttered, wondering how he could make just standing look so hot.

"I don't have much - is a turkey sandwich okay?" he asked.

"Great," she said faintly. "Can I help?"

"You may not," he teased. "You're my guest."

He began pulling food from the small refrigerator and the cupboard, working efficiently to prepare two sandwiches.

"So, tell me what the past six years have been like for you," he said over his shoulder.

Eve's breath caught. He remembered exactly how long it had been since she'd graduated. A pleasurable warmth spread over her.

"Well, I moved to Chicago after graduation," she began. "Then after a couple of years I moved to Philly. And now I'm taking an extended road trip of sorts, I guess," she went on.

He nodded, focusing on the food. Eve was silent as she watched his hands.

"I've mostly been doing administrative - clerical - jobs," she continued when he didn't speak. She sighed softly. "I still don't really know what the hell I'm doing with my life," she added.

He set two plates, each with a large sandwich, on the table along with a bowl of carrots, celery, and broccoli. He went back to the fridge for two bottles of water.

"Well, you're still young," he said, sitting across from her. "Dig in."

"Thanks, Dr. Hammond - this looks great," she said.

He cleared his throat and swallowed his bite of his sandwich before speaking.

"I think you can call me Will," he said with a grin.

"Oh - okay," she said hesitantly. "Will," she tested the name and shot him a wry glance. "I don't know, Doc, it feels strange."

He laughed. "I insist. It's better than 'Doc,' for God's sake."

She giggled and picked up her sandwich. She covered her mouth after her first bite and made an appreciative sound. 

"God, this is delicious," she muttered, looking at him in surprise. 

"Thanks," he said a little shyly. "I use hummus instead of mayo and mustard."

"Oh, my God," she said in a quiet moan as she continued to eat. "It's amazing. You're a genius."

He let out a startled laugh, looking embarrassed.

"So, why the road trip?" he asked.

Eve chewed slowly as she chose her words.

"I had to - it was time to leave Philly...I've been accepted to grad school in Boston, but - well, I guess I had second thoughts about starting. I've been considering deferring for a year, I'm not sure," she said. She sighed in exasperation. "My father died last year," she explained.

His head shot up and his brow wrinkled.

"I'm so sorry, Eve," he murmured.

She nodded her thanks, blinking rapidly. "I guess I wanted to have some kind of monumental trip of self-discovery, but maybe I'm just trying to escape." Straightening her shoulders, she continued. "Anyway. I figured I would use a part of the inheritance to fund the trip and just see how I felt at the end of the summer."

"How long have you been at it?"

"Almost three weeks - I started in New England and that took up a lot of time, mostly because I kept finding new things I wanted to see."

He nodded. He began asking her about where she had been, listening carefully and adding follow-up questions that required in-depth explanations. Eve found herself leaning toward him eagerly, instantly reminded of their meetings when she was a student and he would draw her out, forcing her to delve deeper, to get more out of the assigned reading and therefore improve her writing.

He's just the same, she thought admiringly. Her eyes wandered over his face as they spoke, then traveled down to his casual button-down shirt, its sleeves rolled up his arms. Not just the same, she realized, blushing slightly.

It seemed the professor with his baggy cords and worn sweaters who always looked a little disheveled was gone. Now he wore form-fitting clothes that showed off a well-developed physique of muscular legs and arms, a broad chest and shoulders. She wondered if he'd always been in shape and just wore the costume of the absent-minded professor for his classes, or if he'd only recently toned up. Glancing up briefly, she decided it must be a new development. His hair, once shaggy as if he always forgot to get regular haircuts, was now styled neatly, the dark waves interspersed with grey framing his face handsomely. He still had a beard, trimmed close to his square jaw. The facial hair made him appear younger, but as she inspected him discreetly she saw his face was hardly lined, despite knowing he had children close to her age.

She had always found him dreamy, for lack of a better word. He'd sit at the front of the class, one foot resting on top of the other in his drab loafers, lecturing romantically about Shakespeare or Chaucer, and she would be lost. He was still dreamy, she decided, but now so much more.

"And what have you learned from your travels so far?" he asked quietly.

Eve dropped her eyes to the table. She opened her mouth to speak but was at a loss.

"You don't have to answer," he said kindly. "Just something to think about."

She gave him a small smile and distracted herself with feeding Maggie a carrot.

"So - what about you?" she asked. "How's the school - and your family? And what brings you out in an RV?"

He wiped his mouth carefully with a napkin before dropping it on his empty plate, leaning back.

"School's good - the same," he said carefully. "I'm on sabbatical, actually, and decided to take a road trip myself. I went the opposite as far as mid-life crises go and got an RV instead of a sports car."

She laughed. "And how's Barb? What's she up to while you're on the road?" she inquired. His wife also had a job on campus but she couldn't remember which office she worked in.

His gaze faltered for a moment, pausing briefly before replying.

"Do you remember Dr. Laughlin?" he said flatly.

"God, yes," Eve said with a grin.

Dr. Laughlin had been her first advisor. A small man with an extremely outdated, tiny moustache, he had a penchant for finding - sometimes inventing, in her opinion - an allusion of sex in everything ever written. Once she had taken her first class with Dr. Hammond her sophomore year, she had requested him as her advisor.

"Well, Barb's up to doing him, apparently," Dr. Hammond said bitterly.

Eve gasped and knocked the bowl of vegetables over.

"What?" she exclaimed, scrambling to pick up the spilled food, letting Maggie eat the ones that fell on the floor. "But -" she stopped and shuddered. "Why?"

He snorted derisively, shrugging.

"Sorry," she said quickly. "I'm really sorry, Dr. Hammond. God, that's awful."

He met her eyes and stared at her steadily, his expression unreadable.

"Remember, it's Will," he said softly.

"Right," she said weakly.

"I apologize, Eve - for unloading like that..." He trailed off and looked helplessly at the table.

"It's okay," she assured him.

There was a long silence, only the sound of Maggie crunching on her unexpected snack filling the RV. The motor home seemed to contract, the space suddenly too small. Eve was considering making an excuse and trying to leave gracefully when Dr. Hammond - Will - spoke. 

"We'd been growing apart for a while, that wasn't surprising," he said morosely, fiddling with his napkin. "I tried...tried to make some changes. But it was too late, I guess. So I got a leave of absence...I just had to leave town for a while."

"It makes sense," Eve replied awkwardly. "So, where are you headed?" she asked, trying to sound chipper.

"Sturgis," he said absently, still staring at his napkin.

Eve burst out laughing. He looked up at her blankly. Her face fell.

"Oh, God, I thought you were joking," she mumbled. "Sorry."

He shrugged again with an amused smile.

"But really - Sturgis? Really?" she couldn't help adding. "You don't seem the type."

"Barb asked me to get rid of my bike when we had the kids," he said, grinning now at her shock. "I was talking to an old friend after - well, after I found out about everything, and he suggested I meet him out there. Relive the old days, I guess."

"Good," she said firmly. "I bet it'll be great for you. How are your kids?"

"They're great," he said, brightening. "Leah is going to start her last year of undergrad, and Andrew finished grad school last year - in Boston, actually. I should give you his number for when you get there."

She nodded politely. She had met his son once, when he came into the college bookstore where she worked and asked for help finding something. He had been only nineteen at the time and was, in a word, hunky: tall with a mass of dark hair tumbling over his forehead and a worldliness that made him seem much older. She looked down, smirking as she remembered her reaction to her first sight of him. At the time, it was as if a heavenly light surrounded him and angels sang - he was that good-looking. She knew without a doubt that Will had looked the same as a young man.

"I think your car's been running long enough," Will said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Oh!" Eve said, jumping up. "Thanks so much for all your help. And for lunch," she added.

She put Maggie's leash on and hesitated, not wanting to leave. Will stood up, gathering the dishes.

"Where are you off to next?" he asked.

"I'm heading to Chicago to see some friends," Eve said. "Then I was going to backtrack to the Carolinas and Georgia."

He nodded thoughtfully. "So, you're getting right back out on the road, then?"

"Yeah," she replied, confused. 

"I'm going to South Bend," he said suddenly. "To see Notre Dame's campus."

She nodded. He continued before she could speak.

"Would you like to join me?"

"Join you?" Eve repeated lamely. "I mean -"

"It'll be nice to have the company - we've barely had the chance to catch up," he said, moving to the sink to wash the dishes and not meeting her eye. "And it's on the way to Chicago."

She murmured in agreement, her mind racing. Join him? What the hell? Her stomach immediately tilted in excitement and she struggled to keep her expression neutral.

"Why don't you turn off your car and think about it?" he suggested, still concentrating on the sink.

"O - okay," she stammered, dashing out to her car.

-

Will took his time washing the dishes, wondering what had possessed him to invite her to South Bend. It had been pure impulse; as soon as he'd heard the click of the dog's leash, he was desperate to keep her there, enchanted by her since seeing her in the parking lot, captivated by their conversation over lunch, the first time in three months that his thoughts hadn't been consumed with his wife's affair. 

He'd been getting ready to pull out of the parking lot when the sound of her scraping into the truck made him look up. It was curiosity that made him pause, wondering if the driver was going to do the right thing and leave a note. However, when she leaned over to write said note and he was presented with the delectable sight of her jeans-covered behind, curiosity quickly turned into something else and he'd had to adjust himself in his seat.

When the truck's driver had appeared, Will had gotten out of his RV to help, worried by such a large man shouting at the tiny woman. She seemed to diffuse the situation quickly and, at a loss, he'd returned to his own vehicle. He was still seated behind the wheel, trying to calm his breathing, when he noticed her staring despondently at her car. He found himself walking over to help before he even realized what he was doing.

It wasn't until he was next to her that he recognized her. He taught at a small private college and didn't have so many advisees that he wouldn't remember most of them, but Eve would have stood out regardless. Incredibly bright and insightful, she had always been quiet, especially in class, not coming out of her shell until their one-on-one meetings. They'd had numerous lengthy conversations, never straying into anything personal, but often veering from literature into discussions of world history, films, book recommendations.




Road Trip Ch. 01



When she'd turned to him, he was struck speechless by the change in her. Her eyes carried the same wisdom that had always made her seem older than her years, and now there was an emotional maturity to match the previous intellect. She was still petite, but since graduation she had lost the last of her teenage roundness and now appeared fit and toned.

Will had never been one of those professors who chased students, or any other women, for that matter; he'd loved his wife, or was at least always committed to their marriage. But it was impossible, with a bevy of young college students passing through his classes each year, to not notice them empirically. At the time, if he'd been asked, he would have described Eve as cute. Now she could only be described as stunning. Sultry.

She wore her hair long; deep brown with subtle bronze streaks, it hung several inches below her shoulders, thick and wavy. The kind of hair that invited fingers to be run through it. Her eyebrows were thick but precisely angled, accenting her soulful eyes. She had startling hazel eyes that changed constantly, seemingly in every color from pale grey to a smoky forest green. Her olive complexion was so light that it made her skin appear golden, her full lips were a deep rosy pink. He couldn't remember when he'd seen such a beguiling mouth, and involuntarily wondered how soft they would feel when he kissed her.

Her exclamation of recognition came just as this thought popped into his head, thankfully jarring him back into reality. Forever grateful he had splurged on the portable battery, he tried to help with her car without acting like a lovestruck college boy.

Looking down, he saw he had finished the dishes and was just standing there with the water running. Shaking his head, he dried his hands and stopped in the bathroom to check his appearance. He rolled his eyes and immediately left the room. He looked as he felt: old and tired. Of course she wouldn't want to join him on the road. Fool, he told himself, walking to her car.

-

Eve got in her car and turned it off, her hands resting on the keys as she thought. Join him, she repeated to herself. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to, but she didn't know how she would manage to not completely embarrass herself in his presence. He was so damned handsome and intelligent and just as dreamy as ever.

She was still sitting in her car, staring blankly ahead, when he approached.

"Um, so should I just - follow you?" she asked stupidly.

Will stopped short in surprise and didn't speak for several seconds.

"You're coming?" he asked.

"Sure," she said, smiling. "Why not?"

"Great!" he said enthusiastically. "Well - maybe we could hitch your car to the RV so we can talk while we drive."

"You know how to do that?" she blurted out, then blushed. "I mean -"

"Yes, I read a book that explained everything," he deadpanned.

Eve rolled her eyes and laughed, opening the car door. He placed one hand on the door and the other on her elbow to help her out. She looked away, smiling, unsettled by the electricity charging through her at the simple touch. Will suggested she gather Maggie and whatever she might need while he moved her car to the motor home. She remained outside, admiring him as he quickly hitched her car.

"There," he said, walking over to her. "We should make it at least five miles before we lose the car."

He grinned at her giggle, then opened the door to the RV for her. Maggie bounded inside as if she had always lived there and Eve shot Will an apologetic look.

"Sorry, we're still working on training - she's a little bossy."

"I'm glad she seems comfortable," Will said, following her in. "How long have you had her?"

"Almost three months - she belonged to some friends. They've been bugging me to adopt her since she was born but it wasn't until I was planning the road trip that I decided to take her. It seemed like a dog would be good company."

Will stopped to pet Maggie while Eve settled her small bags under the table.

"What breed is she?" he asked.

"We're not really sure - her mom is part Border Collie and was pregnant when they adopted her so they never saw the father. Maggie's probably got some Labrador and who knows what else," Eve replied.

He was nodding slowly, watching her put her things away and she glanced up awkwardly. He blinked and smiled.

"Should we get started?" he said, gesturing to the front of the RV.

"Sure," she said, her chest fluttering.

-

Will settled himself behind the wheel and Eve moved to the passenger seat, handing him a bottle of water and opening one for herself. He gave her a pleased smile, touched by the simple gesture.

"She's a great dog," Eve mused, turning to look at Maggie who was on her dog bed, chewing a bone. "I've never had a dog before, so we're learning together." She snickered. "My mom hated the idea of my taking this trip, but I think knowing a dog is with me makes her feel a little more comfortable with it. I haven't told her that Maggie is a big pansy and not at all a guard dog."

"Is your mother worried about you getting yelled at by burly truck drivers?" he joked.

"You saw that?" she asked, her cheeks turning pink. "I've never been in an accident, I can't believe I scraped his car like that."

"It happens," Will said, shrugging. "You seemed to handle him pretty well."

"Yeah, well - I'm used to yellers, I guess," Eve said absently.

Will glanced at her curiously but she was looking straight ahead. Who had yelled at her so regularly that she was unphased by it? His stomach clenched slightly at the thought of someone treating her badly.

"It should be just a couple of hours to South Bend," he said, changing the subject.

"How long are you planning to stay there?"

"Probably not more than a day. But, I'm trying not to make plans, if that makes sense."

"It does," she said softly.

He glanced at her again and found her turned toward him with her head resting on the seat, watching him with a smile.

"How did you decide to become a professor?" she asked suddenly.

He surprised them both by chuckling.

"Honestly?" he said, embarrassed. "It just seemed like what I was supposed to do. I wanted to study literature and there didn't seem to be a lot of other options with an English degree. Fortunately I found right away that I was well-suited for it."

"You are," she agreed. "You're terrific at it."

He gave her an appreciative look, seeing her cheeks flush slightly as she looked out the window. 

"What did you plan to do with your degree when you started college?" he asked curiously.

"I didn't have a plan," she admitted. "I just loved literature and reading and writing. It was the only thing I wanted to do. I don't think I'm cut out to be a teacher, which is why I've been rethinking grad school." She looked at him sheepishly. "It's too bad I can't make a living reading and studying."

"You could make your living writing," he told her.

She snorted. "Right."

"Eve," he said reprovingly.

She faced him, looking startled by his tone.

"You're an excellent writer," he said decisively, staring at the road. "Have you kept up with it since you graduated?"

"Some," she murmured, looking pleased and embarrassed by his praise. "I have a hard time getting motivated to set aside time for it. My jobs have been so dull they seem to suck all the life out of me. I have been keeping a blog about my road trip, though," she added shyly.

"Good. I'd love to read it," he said. "If you decide against grad school, will you still move to Boston?"

"Hold on, now. You're getting ahead of my carefully structured not-a-plan plan," she joked.

"Right," he said, grinning. "My mistake."

She giggled and his heart jumped at the sound. She seemed to shift constantly from girlishness - those giggles and impish teasing - to womanly, with her insightful comments and throaty, sexy laugh. He felt off kilter, as if he couldn't keep up. Not that it mattered; he was fascinated by all of it.

There was a comfortable silence during which she pulled her phone from her pocket and started typing. She glanced at him self-consciously.

"I'm just looking for a dog park in South Bend," she explained. "I like to give Maggie the chance to burn off some energy whenever I stop for the night."

He nodded, relieved that she didn't appear to be like so many of his current students who couldn't seem to put their phones down for more than a minute.

"Does it put a damper on traveling? I imagine you can't leave her alone in hotel rooms to explore," he said.

"You'd be surprised," she said, dropping the phone onto her lap. "Most places are dog-friendly, if you ask nicely and have a well-behaved dog. I get food to go or eat on restaurant patios so she can be with me. If I want to go to a museum or something like that, I find a vet's office or kennel to board her for a few hours."

She looked through her phone quickly before returning it to her pocket.

"The Smartphone is a godsend," she remarked. "It's funny to think of the road trips we'd take in college, where we had to use actual maps or search things online before we left. Or in high school when had to make sure we were following our friends' car so we wouldn't get separated because none of us had cell phones to keep in touch," she added, laughing.

"Yes, you really had to rough it," he teased. "But nothing compared to my day when we walked five miles uphill in the snow to school every day."

"Good point. Tell me, was it difficult to learn how to write with a pen after so many years using a stone tablet?" she said innocently.

He let out a surprised laugh and looked at her admiringly. She settled back in her seat, grinning.

They began discussing Chicago, where he had gone to graduate school, sharing stories and discovering what had changed in the decades since he lived there. When he asked why she moved to Philadelphia, she paused and looked out the window.

"We don't have to talk about it," he said gently.

"No, it's okay," she murmured. "I met my ex-boyfriend in Chicago and we went to Philly for him to go to med school."

Will nodded, searching his mind for another topic since she seemed uncomfortable. Eve surprised him by continuing.

"I was kind of the classic dumb girl, Doc - Will," she corrected herself. "I helped support him while he finished school, took care of everything around the house so he could focus on school. The plan was for me to quit working and start grad school once he was done, but when that time got closer he...didn't seem interested in that plan anymore."

She kept staring resolutely out the window.

"Then when my dad -" she stopped and took a shaky breath. "When my dad died - well, let's just say he was less than supportive, emotionally."

"Sounds like you're better off," Will said harshly. "Sorry," he added, meeting her eyes.

"No, you're right," she said, smiling faintly. "I just feel like an idiot that it took me so long to see him for who he was."

"You're not an idiot," he said firmly. "Though," he continued with a sigh, his mind drifting unwittingly to his wife. "I understand why you'd feel that way."

He could feel her sympathetic gaze and was grateful when she shifted the conversation to Shakespeare. They amicably debated Shakespeare's version of Richard III in comparison to their opinions of the real king for the last thirty minutes of the drive to South Bend.

"Okay, he had a spinal problem of some sort - probably scoliosis - but he wasn't a hunchback," Eve was saying with a laugh. "And for sure he didn't have a withered arm." 

"But we don't know for sure, do we?" Will asked.

She tilted her head speculatively. "I can't tell if you really believe Shakespeare's version is accurate or if you're just in Professor Mode where you enjoy challenging me or forcing me to defend my position."

He laughed. "Well, don't expect me to tell you which it is. I have to maintain some of my mystery."

She rolled her eyes playfully as he pulled in at a rest stop. They sat at a picnic table with Maggie exploring as far as her leash would let her and Eve looking up a pet-friendly hotel on her phone. He had to stamp down the urge to offer the RV. There was a convertible sofa in the kitchen area but that seemed improper; he just wasn't looking forward to saying goodbye to her even if it was just for the night. Biting his tongue, he instead studied her, transfixed by the sight of her hair tumbling over her shoulders and the way she absently chewed on her bottom lip.

"Done," she said suddenly, looking up.

Will blinked, wondering if it was obvious he had been staring.

"I booked us a room," she went on, putting her phone on the table.

Us? Will's mouth dropped open. She called Maggie to her and bent her head down to kiss the dog between her ears and Will felt his cheeks get warm. Obviously she meant her and Maggie as 'us,' idiot, he thought.

"So I'd like to check in to the hotel," she said thoughtfully. "And grab a shower. Then maybe we could get dinner, if you like." She glanced at him.

"Sure," he said weakly, trying not to think about her in the shower, naked, wet. 

"Does your RV have a shower?"

"Uh - yes," he said hesitantly. "Such as it is," he added, chuckling as he thought of the tiny shower stall.

"I was going to offer you my room if you needed one," she suggested.

Their eyes met and locked for a long moment. His pulse sped up, making him momentarily light-headed. He told himself firmly that she meant nothing by it.

"Oh, that's okay," he said.

She watched him for a second. "Will, when's the last time you had a shower that wasn't in the RV?" she asked mischievously.

"I haven't even been on the road for a week," he said.

"Ugh, still too long, if you ask me. A good shower can work wonders," she said, her eyes a bluish grey and twinkling.

He lost himself in the mysterious shifting colors of her eyes, then noticed the playful expression in them. Sure that she was not at all serious, he decided to tease back.

"Why Miss Cortes, are you trying to get me into your hotel room and rid me of my clothes?" he asked coyly.

The amusement left her face immediately as her eyes widened and her lips parted in shock. He caught the slight tinge of pink on her cheeks before she looked away. He was unable to stop the hearty laugh bubbling out of his mouth. She flashed him a self-conscious smile.

"That's what I get for trying to be nice," she said haughtily.

He was still chuckling when they left the rest stop to drive to the hotel.

"For God's sake," she muttered, clearly trying to hide a smile.

He grinned broadly as he drove. He felt freer than he had in a long time, overpowered by a kind of heady intoxication at how the day had turned out. What the hell, he thought, making a snap decision.

"You know what? A decent shower does sound invigorating," he said. "If the offer still stands," he added, looking at her.

"As long as you don't use up all the hot water," she warned.

He was still laughing and turned to see her face the window, a bright smile on her face.

The hotel was pretty basic, but the room was nice and spacious. Eve said she was going to take Maggie to the dog park nearby while he showered, but he asked her to wait so he could join them.

"You want to go to the dog park?" she repeated, her brow wrinkling. "It'll be dirty and smelly -"

"And full of happy dogs and their people - full of life," he interrupted, wondering just how much of a fool he sounded like.

She gave him a delighted smile, a dimple appearing in her left cheek.

"Okay," she said happily. "But why don't we go now before we get cleaned up - we can shower after."

Her face seemed to freeze in shock and she immediately bent over her dog, fussing with the leash. Will swallowed, knowing what she meant by the phrasing but instantly picturing them in the shower together, his body immediately responding to the scene.

The dog park was a few blocks away so they walked, talking benignly as Maggie raced around the park and rolled around in the grass. They strolled along the fence line, deciding what to see the next day, before hunger caught up with them and they returned to the hotel.

"Why don't you shower first," Will offered when they entered the hotel. "It'll probably take you longer to get ready than me."

"Oh, is that so?" she teased. "You think I'm one of those high-maintenance women, do you?"

"I meant nothing by it," he protested. "But if you look this pretty without needing a lot of time to get there, I'm impressed."

He had been admiring her again - enjoying the way she walked, each step of those shapely legs made with such precision, the alluring swish of her hair as she moved, the healthy glow of her cheeks - and spoke without thinking. Hearing his words, he pressed his lips together and tried not to roll his eyes. She stopped and turned to him in surprise.

"Oh. Thanks," she said softly. "Um, I'll take you up on that - I'm feeling grimy from the road," she said awkwardly.

"I'll just grab a coffee," he said, making a fumbling gesture toward the cafe in the hotel lobby.

"Here," she said, giving him the second room key. "Just come up whenever. I won't be long."

Their eyes met and held as he took the key, his long fingers grazing her hand.

-

Eve hurried in the shower, but made sure to shave everywhere. Just in case, she thought, then immediately blushed. She kept hearing him call her pretty and as much as she told herself that it didn't mean anything, she couldn't help wondering if it did. After slipping on a bright blue A-line skirt and fitted black top, she turned and inspected her reflection. She couldn't tell if he'd come back to the room while she showered, but she applied a little makeup before leaving the bathroom on the off chance that he was there.

He was standing at the window, his hands clasped behind his back, and she paused in the doorway to watch him as he rocked back and forth on his heels, his butt flexing with each movement. She gave a pleased, inaudible sigh, which Maggie must have heard because she started thumping her tail on the bed. He turned at the sound, his gaze traveling the length of her before meeting her eyes.

"It's all yours," she said, walking out of the bathroom, her voice wavering slightly.

He picked up a small bag, nodding. They met near the bed and she stepped aside so he could pass, so close she could feel his body heat.

"I am impressed," he said softly.

She glanced up quickly, her cheeks hot. His height, especially at this close proximity, made her tilt her head back to meet his eyes and she felt slightly dizzy. Though that could be from his comment - was he flirting with me? She could only manage a smile.

Eve pulled a chair over to the window, propping her feet on the sill, and drummed her fingers on her legs anxiously. Trying not to think about him stripping off his clothes and stepping into the shower. Her words from earlier - we can shower after - made her blush all over again. Despite the air-conditioned room, she felt unbearably warm.

Her phone chirped and she smiled at the text from her friend Katie in Chicago, who had been checking in with her daily during her road trip.

You will never guess who I'm with, Eve typed.

OMG please don't tell me it's Patrick.

Eve shuddered at the thought of her ex-boyfriend, able to feel Katie's scowl through her words.

God no - yuck. It's Will Hammond.

Who's that? Wait - DOCTOR Hammond?

Yes.

What do you mean with him? Like, WITH him with him? OMFG.

LOL. NO! Ran into him at a gas station - my car needed a jump. He's going to Sturgis & asked me to join him in South Bend on my way Chicago.

What? STURGIS?!




Road Trip Ch. 01



I KNOW. Eve was giggling as she typed and hoped Will couldn't hear her from the bathroom.

His wife?

Doing Dr. Laughlin.

Whoa. So besides that, how is he?

Same.

So, hot.

Yep.

Woman, you better get here ASAP. I want to hear all about it.

Should be there in a couple of days. Will text tomorrow. xo

Drive safe. Use a condom.

SHUT UP.

Eve blushed, but grinned when she pictured Katie's wicked smile.

"Ready." 

She hadn't heard him exit the bathroom and dropped her feet to the floor, turning in surprise. He was wearing crisp, dark jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt that revealed a smattering of chest hair. His hair was still damp, slicked back off his head, and his eyes seemed a dark blue as opposed to their normal grey color. Steam rolled out of the bathroom and surrounded him in an angelic fog.

Eve swallowed, the room suddenly feeling suffocating.

-

"Everything okay?" he asked as she stared at him.

"Yeah, it was my friend in Chicago checking up on me," she said, holding up her phone. "You might remember her - Kate Devlin?"

Will racked his brain but couldn't picture the classmate she named. Maybe if he could stop fixating on the sight of her bare legs he'd be able to focus. If he could stop picturing her dark lashes fluttering against her cheeks when he'd passed her on the way to the bathroom. Maybe if the smell of her freshly washed hair wasn't still invading his nostrils.

"Ah - it doesn't ring a bell," he said apologetically.

She shrugged as if it didn't matter, getting to her feet. They studied each other for a moment before she suggested they find a restaurant. The front desk clerk recommended a nearby pub with outdoor seating so they walked there with Maggie. Conversation came easily at dinner; their earlier discussion of Richard III transitioned to Henry VIII and Will was surprised by her extensive knowledge of the king.

"I've read everything about him I could get my hands on," she said when he commented on it. "He's fascinating."

She looked amused as he encouraged her to share her opinions of Henry VIII's behavior and decisions. He knew the teacher mindset was ingrained in him, but this felt different, like a conversation between friends or colleagues. They fell silent at the end of the meal, Eve reclining in her seat and absently petting Maggie, occasionally lifting her glass for a sip. When she finished her wine and looked at him, he realized he'd been staring. She moistened her lips and he swallowed, averting his eyes.

"Where do you think you'll go after South Bend?" she inquired.

He swallowed, thinking about how much he now wanted to see Georgia and the Carolinas - wanted to be wherever she was going, really. Instead he told her he'd planned to explore northern Wisconsin and the Upper Peninsula before traveling through Minnesota toward Sturgis. She nodded slowly.

"Do you think you'll buy another bike?" she asked mischievously.

"I don't know," he admitted, laughing. "Maybe."

"You should," she said thoughtfully.

Her face broke into a bright smile. He couldn't stop his grin in response.

-

Eve lay in bed, wide awake. She had been wide awake for almost an hour, physically tired but unable to shut off her brain.

After dinner she and Will had walked leisurely back to the hotel where he had seen her to her room. There had been a long moment at her door, heavy with anticipation as they stared at each other. Despite how comfortable she felt with him, despite him complimenting her, she couldn't bring herself to take the chance that he was interested in her. Out of practice and gun-shy after being in a relationship for so long, she knew it would be absolutely mortifying to put herself out there and be rejected by her former professor.

Besides, she was having a hard time reconciling her attraction to him, which had become so much more than her college girl crush. Then it was a fun, harmless infatuation since he was off-limits - besides being her professor and advisor, he'd been happily married to a woman Eve had met and occasionally ran into on campus, after all. The juxtaposition of that Dr. Hammond and the Will of today - the funny, sexy, charming man who acted like a peer - was confusing.

So she had instead said a simple goodnight after a stilted exchange about their plans for the next day. And now she was lying in bed, wound tight as her mind flooded with images of him sitting across from her talking about British history, his arms flexing under his shirt as he drove, his long legs accentuated by his jeans, his warm eyes crinkling in the corners and looking at her warmly when she made him laugh.

Sighing in frustration, she launched herself from bed, turning on her laptop and opening her journal. It was an exercise she had begun in college, when her sporadic sleep schedule seemed to cause an insomnia that had stayed with her ever since. This wouldn't go in her public blog, but she needed to get the day's events out if she would ever have a chance of sleeping.

-

In the parking lot, Will nudged the curtain over his bed open and looked out at the hotel, trying to figure out which window was hers. His mind was locked on that moment at her door before she'd said goodnight. He could still see the openness of her stare and the wideness of her eyes, at the time a golden brown. It would have taken less than half a step to close the gap between them, just an inch or two of movement to bring them close enough that all it would take was him lowering his head to taste her lips.

He still wasn't sure if he would have done it had she not said goodnight. He wasn't sure of anything he was feeling, actually. The only thing he knew for sure was that he hadn't been able to take a complete breath since that moment, his chest tight with a wonder and longing that until today he was convinced he would never experience again.

He moved his gaze to the ceiling, knowing it was going to be a long night.



Road Trip Ch. 01: Departure



AUTHOR's NOTE: Arthur is 60, Kent 38, Pearl, 37, Cherry 36, Rose, Renee and Ross are 18 years old. The characters are a family introduced to Literotica Readers previously in the cantos of the epic poem "O Mother Dear".

*****

The twins stood side by side facing the open closet doors. On the beds, behind them to their right, were strewn open luggage pieces from the set given them last week for their 18th birthday.

The morning sun, from the left side windows, was a spotlight illuminating them as they gazed at their clothes and shoes. Directly behind them, in the doorway to the room, stood Arthur, equally transfixed, staring at their forms.

Rose, imperceptibly taller than her older sister, had her hair pulled back to a ponytail in a turquoise scrunchie. Renee's hair fell loose and straight to her shoulders. Both girls wore pale yellow pajamas with a small pink and green flower print and stood in floppy gray slippers with mouse ears on the toes. To an unpracticed eye the twins were, indeed, identical, which fact they enjoyed exploiting to their advantage.

Arthur quietly stepped into the room. Drawing close between the girls, he lightly snugged them to his sides with his hands on their outer shoulder points. "Well," he chuckled, "packing for a three-day road trip is always a dilemma, isn't it?"

He dropped his hands to their hips and pulled them slightly closer. Their bodies radiated a palpable warmth and his cock stirred invisibly.

The twins smiled and turned their faces toward him. "It is hard, Uncle Art," Renee pouted, sticking her tongue out as Rose added, "Yeah, we don't know who we'll see or what we're gonna want to do!"

Arthur, moving his hands to their butts, gently squeezed their cheeks once, quickly, saying "remember the adage: 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.'"

"Oh, Uncle Art!" they giggled and grinned. "When is dad getting back with the Jeep, anyway?"

"I guess within the hour and we will want to load up and get going as soon as possible, so get hopping, you two!" Arthur smiled and with a little laugh he gave Rose and Renee each a firm, but not painful, swat on the rear, turned and left the room.

Rose flushed and said softly to Renee, "When he touches me and then gooses or pats me like that, I get so wet so fast I can't believe it!"

"Me too," nodded Renee. "I mean, OMG, he's our uncle and old, but I still almost peed!"

The twins both laughed just as their mom, Cherry, poked her head in the doorway,

"C'mon, girls! You won't be ready when Daddy comes! Who's going to make sure you get to your classes at college on time when you can't even pack an overnight case, hmmmm?"

"Don't sweat it, Mom," Rose said, "We're almost ready, and anyway it's just a campus visit. So, what if we are a tiny bit late?" Renee cut in before Cherry could reply, "Seriously, Mom, we're like five minutes from done and ten to get dressed. Lottsa time!"

Cherry just nodded and left to check on how Pearl and Ross were doing down the hall. Nearing Ross' bedroom she heard their voices arguing.

"But, Mom! What else do I need? I have a toothbrush and toothpaste. I shaved yesterday. My clothes are clean. It's not like I'll be dressing up or working out or doing anything special. We're just driving a day out and a day back and kicking it on the campus for a few hours...what's the big deal?

Cherry entered the room just has her sister, Pearl, hit full stride on the old 

'First Impressions' lecture, telling her son, Ross, he would be glad to have a change of boxers and T-shirt, a sport coat and regular shoes besides his brushpopper, jeans and favorite boots. "In fact, young man," Pearl continued, "It may not be a 'date', but you should respect yourself and your Aunt Cherry and your mother, who will be with you. We don't want to be poorly thought of by others when they see us. So, fill your bag, and don't forget razor, lather and deodorant. This is not a grunge trip!"

Cherry stepped up beside Ross and whispered, "Just humor us on this, OK, Honey?"

Ross shrugged and started to throw the identified articles in a kit bag as Cherry grabbed Pearl's elbow and said, "C'mon, Sis, we have our own stuff to stow in the car." Over her shoulder she said, "We want to leave in thirty minutes, Ross, can do?"

"OK," he said as they left, "I'll be downstairs."

Cherry and Pearl finished their own packing and had the Subaru Outback open for loading just as Kent pulled the Grand Cherokee into the drive. "Hey, Kent!" called Pearl, "it looks like we are about out of here."

"Hey, Babe," called Cherry, as she walked toward the Jeep, "I am glad you got here before we left."

Kent got out and gave Cherry a long deep kiss, held her close and squeezed her ass. "Mmmm...me too, Sis. Keep it warm until Monday?"

As they unclenched, Cherry, licking her lips, said, "Of course!" just as Pearl came around and said, "Hey Mister! Where's my sugar?"

Grabbing Kent, she kissed him hard and pressed her palm to the crotch of his jeans.

"Pearl, hissed Cherry, "here come's Ross, let's roll!"

"OK, OK, but wait a sec," replied Pearl, "we still have to kiss Daddy goodbye, too, don't we?"

Ross stepped off the porch followed by his dad, Arthur, carrying his bag. Arthur chunked Ross on his shoulder and pushed him toward the car, tossing the bag as he moved. While Ross piled into the backseat with his gear, Arthur turned to Pearl, gave her a warm loving kiss and close hug and said, "Drive safe and hurry home. I love you." He gave his other daughter, Cherry, the same good wishes and embrace and saw them to the Subaru and watched as they pulled out.

Kent asked Arthur, "Dad, where are Jewel and the youngsters?"

"Still up at the high school," Arthur replied, "Blue and Chris had a late ball practice and Pinky and Lindsay are doing their gymnastics. They won't be home before we're gone but I spoke with Jewel on the phone and they are all set for the weekend. It's all good."

Arthur and Ken had the Jeep nearly packed as Rose and Renee came out with their bags. "Whoa!" laughed Kent, "Little Misses Three-Bags Full, where are you going with all that luggage?"

"Oh, Daddy! Uncle Art helped us decide and now we're ready," explained Renee.

"Alright, already, I know when I'm licked,' smiled Kent, "we'll make some room in back. Let's get out of here."