0 comments/ 7300 views/ 2 favorites My Life in a Year Ch. 01 By: Alexis661 Author note - Here is "Chapter" 1, (after the first two intros) of My Life in a Year. You might want to read those first to catch up, but at this point, not needed. Enjoy, and send me feedback! January 3rd, 2005 Dylan roared up the side street, the sounds of his mustang reverberating off the rows of houses. It had snowed the night before and the grass and trees were brilliant white with snow and ice. Piles of the dirty snow crowed the curbs where the plows had come through, and the street itself was covered in chunks of rock salt. When he screeched to a halt at a four way stop, the back tires skidded and a spray of white salt shot into the air. Dylan smiled a half cocky grin, griping the steering wheel and let out a low whistle. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" He said out loud, revving the engine up again for a quick start off the line. It was going on ten in the morning and Dylan had some loose ends to tie up before he set out for his trip. The day before he had called Phillip to apologize. Dylan knew he'd flown off the handle, but he was still glad he did it. After the pleasantries were completed, Phillip let him know that his job was always open and that after Dylan 'found himself' he was welcome back. "Fat chance." Dylan said to himself inside the empty car. Still grinning, he cruised into the driveway of his mother's home. She still had her Christmas decorations up and several newspapers littered the doorway. He revved the engine one last time before turning off the car. The streets of his mother's New Jersey suburb was still and he had fond memories of the quite before he moved to the outskirts of the city. He pulled the bag of bagels from the front seat and let himself into the house. The television was on to some morning news program and Casper, his mother's Bichon, lay snoring on the couch. Dylan's mother however, was in the kitchen brewing coffee and looking especially elegant in a dark blue pantsuit, her hair coiffed up. At fifty-seven, she looked better than most thirty year olds Dylan had dated. His mother took care of herself and was proud of the fact. "Hi Dill Pickle." His mother said, smiling and kissing him on the cheek. Dylan flinched when his mother used his childhood nickname, but he smiled in spite of himself. "Hello mother. I've brought breakfast." He sat the bag on the table and took off his coat. He pulled two coffee mugs from the cupboard and filled them with coffee - his black, his mother's with cream and sugar. "So, tell me Dil, what's so important that I get a visit mid week from you?" She sat at the kitchen table and began slathering cream cheese onto a bagel. She looked at him through upturned lashes, waiting for him to speak. He took a seat opposite her and reached for his own bagel. "Well, I wanted to stop by, say hello and let you know I've decided to do a little traveling." "Sounds like fun. Any place in particular?" "Nope. Just kinda gonna go." "Was that a mustang I heard you pull up in?" "Yeah." Dylan said sheepishly. He knew his mother didn't approve of 'fast' cars, but he knew he just had to have it. "Dil, you know how I feel about those cars. After what happened with your father -" "I know mom, but it's safe. I promise I will be safe." Dylan assured his mother with pleading eyes. He knew that she wasn't happy with it, but he also knew that she was only looking out for him. Dylan was fifteen when his father died. The Montgomery dynasty was booming at that time in the early 80's, and Dylan's father was in the lead. Literally and figuratively. The Montgomery's came from a long line of racecar drivers and at the height of the NASCAR frenzy, Dylan's father was in the thick of it. He was god. Well, so Dylan thought anyway. It was a practice run before a mid-season race, and the track was still a little slick from an earlier rain. Dylan and his mother were watching from the stands, bundled up in blankets and drinking hot chocolate. On the fourth lap, debris on the track snagged the racecar and careened it into the wall at speeds excess of 150 miles per hour. The car burst into flames. "Dylan?" Dylan was pulled from his memory by his mother's soft voice. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Fine mom, just thinking about dad." "I know honey, but it was a long time ago, and I know that I should trust that you will be careful." Dylan's mother was more relieved that he didn't follow in his father's footsteps. After the accident, his uncle took over the empire and has since moved it forward into many great and wonderful things. His mother profited from it of course, as did he, but Dylan wasn't really involved, and he liked it that way. "I'm always careful." He stood, kissed her forehead and placed the dirty dishes into the sink. "So, you seeing anyone?" Dylan groaned audibly from his mother's question. "Why do you have to ask that every time I see you?" He asked, smiling. "Because I'm not getting any younger and I want some grandbabies!" "Mom, I promise, I will give you some grandbabies. Just not yet." He sat down again, sipping on a fresh cup of coffee. "So how is David?" "Ah, yes, David." His mother said, brightening. It was a very long time before his mother showed interest in other men after his father's death. Almost 10 years. Dylan thought that she'd live out her life alone and not in love. "Have you set a date?" Dylan asked. "No, no. Not yet. We are taking it slow you know, one thing at a time." She fingered the large diamond on her left hand, fondly looking at it. "It's only been a couple of months since we got engaged, and neither of us is in a rush." "Good call mother," Dylan said. "Just make sure you keep in touch while I am traveling so I can make it back for the ceremony." "Oh yes, of course!" His mother said. "It will be small, probably at the court house, but it would be lovely if you were there." "Absolutely. I'd not miss it for anything." Dylan looked at his watch and sighed. "Well mother, I have to go." "So soon?" She asked, standing. "I'm sorry, but I have a lot to do before I leave and not a lot of time to do it." "So, what exactly are you doing? Or going?" Dylan smiled. "Actually, I'm just going to drive. Somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. I planed out a route to get to every state, spend about a week in each place. See who I meet, what new things I can try." "Just promise me you'll be careful and that you will call." His mother said. "I am sure I will be okay here on my own." Dylan knew she was going for the guilt trip, and he wasn't going to fall for it. "Mom, you'll be fine. You have David and the rest of our family here if you need anything. You act like your 75 instead of 57!" "Okay, okay. No guilt!" His mother threw up her hands, caught in her game. "I guess I have to let you go at some point." She walked him to the door and hugged him. "Mom, I'll be okay. I'll call when I get to where I'm going." He kissed her cheek and walked to the car. She waved as he roared out of the driveway and up the street. January 4th, 2005 Dylan was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming, but couldn't wake himself up enough to get out of it. In his dream, he was driving fast, too fast, up a tree lined street with nothing but the wind and a whizzing sound of life going by. He knew that if he didn't wake up, he'd see the concrete wall and he'd not be able to stop. Panic began to rise in his throat, and in his dream, he tried in vain to brake, to stop the car, but it wouldn't slow down. He saw it. The concrete wall was looming closer now and the wind and the whizzing seemed to increase and the panic Dylan felt was growing. He was getting closer. Closer. Clos - Dylan sat bolt upright, grasping his chest and gagging, sweat coating his face. He took huge gulps of air, the blood pounding in his ears and head. He hadn't had that dream in a long time. Almost 5 years. Relaxing slightly, and catching his breath, Dylan adjusted his eyes to the hotel room. It was light outside and the clock on the night table said it was just after nine. He flopped backwards into the pillows, damp from his nightmare. He stayed this way for a few moments, deciding what today was going to bring. Or not bring. He had no plan, no schedule, no one to answer to. He liked that. Sighing he sat up, pulled off the covers and padded to the large bathroom, turning on the shower. He striped his boxers and tee shirt, stepping in the stream of warm water. "Good morning," He said to his protruding member. He hated morning wood, especially since it was awhile since he last had someone to take care of it. He took a piss and it faded away. "Soon, good buddy, soon." Fresh from the shower, shaved and smelling of soap, he locked the room and headed to the hotel's restaurant for breakfast. He was escorted to a table for two, and after explaining he was dining alone, the hostess took the other chair. Dylan sat facing the room; people watching was going to become his new hobby. He figured that there was no better way to read a person than to see them interact with others. He placed his map on the table with his highlighters and pens. He drove 300 miles the day before, placing him just past Washington DC. He decided to stop for the night sometime around 8pm and found a Hilton right off of 95 South. He marked the route off on the map with a yellow highlighter and traced his finger down to North Carolina. "Coffee?" A young and cute perky girl with equally perky breasts stood by his elbow with a silver pot filled with a fresh brew. She gave him a shy smile, using her free hand to sweep her long brown hair behind one ear. "Sure," Dylan said, leaning back. She filled his cup and pulled creamers from her pink-pocketed jumper. "Do you want to order breakfast?" She asked. "Can I ask you a question?" "Um, sure." "Do you live around here?" "Yeah. I live in Georgetown, why?" "Okay then, I will have pancakes and two sausage links and scrambled eggs please." She wrote down his order and smiled. "Do you order according to where your waitress lives?" "Not usually. I was just curious." "Uh-huh. Well, your food should be out in a few minutes," she said and took the menu away. She glanced back, catching him watching her and smiled. Dylan busied himself with looking through the DC tour guide he picked up from the lobby the night before and was making a mental list of things to do. He figured he would stay in DC for about a week. He wanted to visit the Washington Mall, hit a few museums and check out the nightlife. "Here ya go," the waitress said, returning to set down a plate of steaming food. "More coffee?" "What's your name?" Dylan asked. "Stephanie." "Sure, I'll have some more coffee, thanks." She left and returned with the silver pot. "You're an odd duck," she said, pouring. "Why do you say that?" Dylan asked, opening a sugar packet. "You ask the oddest questions." "I don't think my questions are odd," he said, smiling. "So, when do you get off?" "See, now that's not an odd question," she said. "But a personal one. Are you a stalker?" She had a glimmer of a smile in her eyes. "Not recently." "Hum. That makes me feel better." She laughed and then turned when her name was called from the kitchen. "Gotta go. I'll come back to check on you in a minute." Dylan chuckled. He poked at his eggs while reading about which art exhibit was being displayed at which gallery. He flipped to the back and looked up restaurants next, planning out his day. About 20 minutes later Stephanie returned with his check and cleared his place. "So, I take it you're not from around here?" "Actually, not really. New York. I'm here for a week." Dylan was signing the charge slip to be added to his room bill. When he handed it back to her, he said, "So, what is there to do around here?" She smiled brighter and took back her pen and the charge slip. "Well, depends on what you're into." "I'm into a lot of things. I guess I just want to do some touristy things." "Well, there is the mall, and a ton of museums. There are tours and shopping and anything else you want to get into." "Huh. Well, when do you get off?" Dylan asked again more seriously. "Why?" Stephanie placed a hand on her hip, narrowing her eyes playfully at him. "Well, I figure you live around here, you know what is what and I don't. Might be fun if you gave me an insider's look at the city." "While that sounds oh-so fascinating, I am a waitress, not a tour guide." "Well, just in case, I wrote my room number and my cell number on the charge slip," Dylan said pointing to her apron. "If you change your mind, want to go out, maybe do something cultural and grab some dinner, let me know. Otherwise, I will see you tomorrow morning." "Gee, thanks," Stephanie said, pulling the slip of paper from her pocket while Dylan stood from the table. "If I change my mind, I'll be sure you let you know." "Well, until then, I'll see you later." Stephanie watched as Dylan crossed the restaurant and walked out the door. She smirked and instead of putting the charge slip back in her apron, she put it into her back pocket. My Life in a Year Ch. 02 January 4th, 2005 Dylan Montgomery stood in front of the Washington monument, a pamphlet in hand. There weren't too many people out in Washington and it seemed to Dylan it was because of the temperature, which was hovering around 30 degrees. He drew his scarf closer around his neck and walked towards the line waiting to get in. There was a group of school children that to Dylan looked to be about 12 or 13. A harried looking teacher tried in vain to keep order, but the adolescents seemed more interested in each other than in getting an education. Not that Dylan behaved any differently when he was their age. The tour through the monument took up about 2 hours, and when Dylan reemerged into the cold once again, he glanced at his wristwatch and it told him it was only one in the afternoon. His stomach told him it was time for lunch. Deciding to be spontaneous, Dylan followed the school group to the local deli, where he waited in line behind the throng of teens. He chuckled to himself as he watched a young boy try and sneak a kiss to his girlfriend behind the teachers back. Ah, to be young again Dylan thought. Once he got his sandwich and coffee, he wandered back outside into the cold. He found an empty park bench and ate in contented silence. Well, almost. "Spare some change?" A voice said from behind Dylan. "Excuse me?" "Canya spare some change?" "I, uh, don't carry cash." Dylan turned around slightly and immediately regretted it. The weathered man's face was covered in dirt and grime, a toothless grin barely visible under a ripped scarf and tattered hat. "Well, howdcha get that samich?" The beggar said, his eyes gleaming. "I used Visa." "Figures." The old man threw up his hands and walked around to sit next to Dylan. "Why don't no one use real money anymore?" "Reward points?" Dylan guessed, moving slightly to the left to make room. "Let me tell you something! Back in the day, when I was in my prime, I had my own money. Yes sir. My pop owned a candy store!" The man chuckled to himself. "I was the envy of all my friends." "I bet," Dylan said, glancing at his sandwich, suddenly not feeling so hungry. He re-wrapped it in the wax paper it came in. "Oh, yes. My momma was a pretty little thing too. My pop doted on her and us kids." "What happened?" Dylan handed the sandwich over to his new friend. "Oh, well nothing I didn't bring on myself." The beggar took the paper wrapped sandwich . "Thank ya." "I know the feeling," Dylan said, genuinely sympathizing. "Yup. One thing to another, and the next thing I knew, I was here, living in a doorway and pissing on the side of the white house, yes sir." "Look, can I get you something else?" Dylan asked, handing over his now luke warm coffee. "Nope. I kindas used to this living," the man said. "But thank you kindly." "Can I at least buy you something more to eat? Maybe another coffee or something?" "Naw, man. I justs appreciate you listening to me." He took a swig of the warm drink. "Most peoples don't pay no attention to me, so it's nice to have some conversation." Dylan stood, feeling awkward to leave the man, knowing that he himself was returning to a warm hotel and a hot meal, while this man would be sleeping on the street. Feeling guilty, he took from his wallet a twenty-dollar bill. "Here," he said, thrusting the bill into the man's hand. "I hope you find your way." "I thought you didn't carry no change?" the man said, smiling. "I thank you. I hope you find your way too. Hehaw. Just don't drive so fast getting there. Ain't no rush is this life. No sir." With no other words Dylan could think to tell the old man, he turned and pulled his coat closer. He trotted over to the curb and flagged a cab down to take back to the hotel. He gave one glance backwards to the bench, but his lunch mate had vanished into the cold January day. January 5th, 2005 Dylan had a headache. It was one of those pounding headaches that went tap tap tap tap on the brain. The type of headache that never seemed to let up and no matter how much he tried to cover the tap tap tap tap with his pillow, it didn't quit. His eyes slowly peeled open and the tap tap tap tap didn't seem to go away. Actually, it sounded like a real tapping noise. Like someone knocking. On a door. Sitting up and throwing off the blanket, Dylan listened again for what he thought was a knock. Yes, there it was again. It was a knock. He padded to the door, his boxers hanging on his hips and his bed head hair sticking up. He was half asleep and didn't like being woke so goddamn early. "Yes?" He said, through the door, leaning on it for support. "Dylan?" "Yes? What do you want?" Dylan wanted to go back to bed. He squinted at his watch. It still had to be like - "eleven!" "Eleven what?" The voice from the other side of the door said. "Eleven in the morning!" "yeah, that's why I'm here. Can I come in?" Dylan peered through the peep hole and smiled. Well, well. He opened the door and stood next to it, a hand on his hip. "How come you're not working downstairs?" Stephanie pushed past Dylan and took off her coat, throwing it on the chair and sitting down. "I do have a life you know, and for some reason, I felt sorry for you yesterday and thought that I might play tour guide for the day. But, it looks like you are not ready for me, so I think I should just go and do my own thing." She gathered her coat and headed towards the door. "No, wait!" Dylan called. "I mean, if I had known you were going to be here, I would have been dressed. And showered. Damn, I stink!" "Well, that's attractive," Stephanie said. "I suppose I could wait if you wanted to take a shower." "I promise, I'll be like 10 minutes, tops," he said, heading towards the bathroom. "Yep." Stephanie had turned on the TV and was watching CNBC, her jean cladding legs crossed. She could hear the shower running and although she wanted to be disinterested in one Mr. Dylan whatever his last name was, she raised an eyebrow at his off key singing. As promised, he came out of the shower within 10 minutes, but was only in a towel, wrapped loosely around his waist. "Don't turn around if you don't want to be scared," he joked. Without so much as turning her head, she deflated his ego by saying, "trust me, I don't scare." A smile played on her lips at his silent pause and then the sound of him rummaging through his suitcase. "So, what are we going to do today?" Dylan asked, sitting on the bed to put on his shoes. "Well, I figure you got enough of DC yesterday, so I thought maybe a trip to Baltimore might be fun. We can go to the Aquarium or the Science Center." "Sounds good. Can I drive?" "Yeah, and run the risk of you driving to me some secluded woods, raping me and then murdering me?" Dylan shot back with a joke. "Yeah, and who's to say you don't plan on doing the same thing?" It was a standoff, but they both broke into peels of laughter. "So, are you ready?" Stephanie asked. "Yep. Lets go." It only took about an hour to get to Baltimore, and Dylan was glad Stephanie was driving. He got lost before they even got onto 95. Her red Jetta sped north, and conversation between them was playful, fun and entertaining. Once into Baltimore, Stephanie parked in one of the pay garages and they walked a few blocks to the Harbor. Dylan felt like one of the kids he saw the day before, and pointed out and talked about everything he saw. Stephanie delighted in his childlike ways. "Your mom must have had her hands full with you," she said after Dylan performed a cartwheel in front of the Ferry Launch. "My mom handled me just fine," Dylan said, making silly faces. "She never brought me down here before though." "Well, lets start with the Aquarium," she said, linking her arm through his. Her puffy jacket made it difficult for Dylan to be really close to her, but he was genuinely enjoying her company. He was glad she offered to take him out. After the Aquarium the made their way over to the Science Center. "This is my favorite place," Stephanie said, a light in her eyes. "They have this thing called an IMAX which shows movies on a 15 story screen or something." The feature of the day was The Lion King and although Dylan thought it was a little young for them, Stephanie talked him into it. "Come on. It'll be fun." After paying the admission for the Center and the IMAX, Dylan and Stephanie made their way to the auditorium, choosing seats right in the middle. After a school group of screaming kids came in and settled down, the lights went low and the opening credits came on. About half way through the animated cartoon, Stephanie linked her arm through Dylan's and leaned her head on his shoulder. It was weird, but to Dylan it seemed natural and relaxed. It felt as if it was the right thing to do and he smiled, slipping lower in his seat to accommodate her head. When the film was over, Dylan opened his eyes as the lights were coming on. He stifled a yawn and smiled at Stephanie. "You weren't sleeping, were you?" She accused. "Me? Oh no. It was a great cartoon." "Its more than a cartoon," she said as they walked from the theater. "Its an animated classic." "If you say so," Dylan scoffed playfully. By now it was going into night, almost 7 by Dylan's watch, and his stomach reminded him that they hadn't eaten all day. The debated over the dinner venue, and decided on McCormick and Schmidt's, a seafood restaurant across from the harbor. Two hours later, both Dylan and Stephanie were stuffed to the gills, happily contented with full stomachs and a slight buzz from the bottle of wine they had shared. Over a shared dessert, Dylan thanked her. "I really had a wonderful time today, Steph," he said, sipping his coffee. "I honestly didn't think you'd talk to me after breakfast yesterday morning." "Well, I didn't think I would either," she confessed. "But, you were funny and cute and seemed kinda lonely. Plus, I didn't have anything better to do today." She smiled. "Good to know that I can come in handy as a backup plan," Dylan chided. They both laughed and Dylan signaled for the check. Once back in Stephanie's car, they rode back to the hotel in comfortable silence, listening to an oldies station on the radio. When they got to the hotel, Stephanie parked, but didn't turn off the engine. "Do you want to come up?" Dylan asked, glancing sideways at Stephanie. "Why don't we leave today as it is?" She said, deflating him a little. She continued. "I just think that today was a great day and I had a lot of fun with you. I just don't know you, you know?" She laughed lightly. "I understand," Dylan said, reaching for the door handle of the Jetta. "I had fun today too. Thank you and see you at breakfast tomorrow." He was about to get out of the car when Stephanie grabbed his arm. "Wait." "Yes?" He asked expectantly. "Will a kiss do?" She smiled at his expression. "A kiss would do very well." With that, he leaned over the middle console and pressed his warm lips to hers. She parted for him, darting her tongue into his mouth, shocking Dylan. He played back, gently rotating her head in his hands, pulling her closer to him. After several minutes, Dylan pulled away, gasping. "Wow." "Yeah. Wow." Stephanie repeated. "I gotta get upstairs before that woods theory comes true," Dylan said with laughter. "I don't want to be taken advantage of by you." "Get out!" Stephanie said, shoving him playfully out the door, laughing a deep sensual laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow." "Good night." Dylan waved as he stood in the cold outside his hotel as Stephanie drove away. The cold air wasn't cold enough to deplete the hard on pulsing in Dylan's jeans. He groaned and headed up to his room. My Life in a Year Ch. 03 Note to readers: If anyone is interested, take a look at the chain story Paperback Romance: in which you can find chapter 3.5 of My Life in a Year. It is Stephanie's day of this day below (make sense?). Enjoy and keep the feedback coming. * January 7th, 2005 Dylan was sitting in the breakfast room the following morning, going over the menu, even though he already knew what he wanted. He glanced around a few times looking for Stephanie, but he hadn't seen her yet. He choose the same place he sat several days before, and he hoped that she was working. As he placed the menu back on the table, he saw her come from the kitchen, laughing with one of the other waitresses. He smiled to himself and he caught her eye. She smiled back and grabbed the silver pot of coffee and headed his way. "So," she said, pouring. "How was the rest of your night?" She tried to keep the laughter from her voice. "Well, it wasn't a pleasant one," he said joking. "Yeah, well, it wasn't much better for me either." She pulled the tab and pen from her pocket. "What do you want this morning?" "Will you go to dinner with me tonight?" Dylan asked. "Sure," she replied, a smile playing on her lips. "In that case, I will have pancakes and sausage." "Good choice," she said, writing the order down. "I'll be back in a few." Dylan watched as she walked away and smiled to himself. He had made reservations at a highly recommended restaurant for that night, and he was relieved she had said yes. When Stephanie returned with his food she asked, "So, where are we going?" "Does it matter?" "Well, it does matter because I need to know what to wear." "Hmm. Good point. Well, I am wearing a tie, so you should wear what you think might be appropriate." "Well, that leaves me a lot of answers," she said laughing. "Don't worry, I wont disappoint you." "There is one condition though," Dylan said. "Oh yeah, what's that?" "I will have to pick you up and I will be driving." Stephanie put a hand on her hip and pretended to think about it. "Oh, okay," she said. "If you insist." "Get back to work before I do kidnap you," Dylan said playfully. She giggled and went back to the kitchen, talking with the other girls. He knew it wouldn't be long before the rest of the wait staff knew about their night in Baltimore, and he just hoped that the hotel wouldn't have a problem with him taking one of their staff out on dates or otherwise entertaining them in his room. He smiled at that thought. After breakfast Dylan took his car and did some driving. He got lost trying to get to the National Cemetery and almost got shot when he took a wrong turn into the Pentagon parking lot. He managed to get stuck on 395 traffic around rush hour, but found his way back to the hotel in time to shower and change before picking up Stephanie. Before he left the hotel for the second time that day, he called her to get directions. "Hey," he said, when she answered. "Hey you," she sounded out of breath. "Are you on your way?" "I am getting ready to get in the car. Will you send out the search party if I don't get there in thirty minutes?" "I don't think its that hard to find," she said. "Are you sure you don't want me to come and get you?" "No, no. I am a man. I am quite capable of picking up my date." He adjusted his tie in the review mirror. "Oh, you Tarzan, me Jane," Stephanie said, laughing. "Although, that could be fun." "Hey," Dylan said. "No dirty talk until after dinner." "Yes sir," she replied, mock in her voice. "Okay, well, I am still getting dressed so I will see you in like, what, 20 minutes?" "As long as I don't get lost I'll be there. See you in a bit." They hung up and Dylan pulled onto the side street. He glanced at the roses in the front seat and he hoped that she wouldn't think him too old fashion for bringing flowers, but his father used to bring home flowers for his mother every Friday. Each Friday was a different flower, and his mother looked forward to those days. The Friday after his dad had died, his mother was sitting in the kitchen, staring at the bouquet that was left over from the Friday before. "Mom?" Dylan had asked. "Hey Dill Pickle," she had said, opening her arms to him. "I brought you something." "What is it honey?" She had asked through red puffy eyes. Dylan pulled a bouquet daisies and dandelions from behind his back and handed them to his mother. Her eyes welled with tears again. "Oh, honey..." Since that day, Dylan made sure to always have flowers in the house for his mother because he knew how happy they made her. Obviously he wasn't able to buy them at that young age, but he often found wild flowers in the woods that he walked to get to school. He glanced at the roses again and smiled. He hoped Stephanie would like them. He was lost in thought and he looked up just as a light turned red and Dylan stomped on the breaks. His heart pounding, he decided it was best to concentrate on driving and not on thinking about his father. He wanted to think about Stephanie. He did finally mange to find her house; a brown, non-descript townhouse with the porch light on. He circled the block trying to find a place to park, but there wasn't much in the way of space. He called her phone. "Hey, I found the place, but there is no place to park." "Oh, just double park. I'll meet you in the foyer." Against his better judgment, he parked next to a Honda Civic, and turned on his flashers. He jumped out of the car and walked up the steps to her door as it was flung open by a girl Dylan didn't recognize. "So, you're Dylan, huh?" "Um, yeah." He held the roses awkwardly. "Is Stephanie ready?" "Almost, but come on up," The girl held open the door. "I'm Mary by the way. Steph and I are roommates." "Oh, okay," Dylan said, looking backwards out the door as he went up the stairs. "Um, my car - will it be okay there?" "Yeah, shouldn't be a problem. I mean, even if you get a ticket, they don't mean much here." By now Mary had led Dylan to a door that had Apt. 3B in gold letters on in. She pushed it open and Dylan followed. "You can sit down if you want," she said. Dylan waited almost 5 minutes for Stephanie to come out of her room (Mary had gone in to help her, Dylan supposed) but when she came out he knew it was totally worth the wait. Stephanie was wearing a black cocktail dress; a fitted sheath with a low back, stopping only a few inches above her ass, and black strappy heels. Her hair was up, piled on top of her head, ringlets of curls escaping and framing her eyes and cheekbones. Dylan took a deep breath in as their eyes locked. Stephanie arched an eyebrow, taking in his dark suit and silk tie. "So, do I pass the test?" she asked. "Wh- what test?" Dylan stammered. "Knowing what was appropriate to wear when only told that the person taking you out is wearing a tie. I hope its not too much." "You look fantastic, Steph," Dylan said, still staring. "Are those for me?" She asked, pointing to the roses in his hand. "Oh, yeah. Duh." Dylan mentally slapped himself. Real smooth. "I'll grab a vase for these," Mary said, enjoying the sparks flying around the room. "I'll see you when you get back." Stephanie smiled gratefully at Mary and let Dylan help her into her long black coat. On the way out the door Dylan heard her whispered to her Mary, "Don't wait up." Once outside, Dylan escorted her down the stairs and to the car. He held open the passenger side and she gracefully slid in. Dylan walked around the front of the car to the drivers side. As he came around, a white piece of paper caught his eye. "Fuck!" He yelled, reading the slip. Sighing he got into the car. Stephanie was laughing. "Looks like you got a ticket there for double parking," she said. "Hm, you think?" Dylan started laughing too. "I guess this means the rest of the night has to go pretty smooth." "I hope so," Stephanie said smoothing her skirt. "So, do I get to find out where we are going yet?" "Nope," he smiled sideways at her. "It's a secret." They made small talk to the restaurant and Dylan saw her arch her eye when the pulled up. He was glad she was impressed. That was the goal after all. The valet came around and opened the door for Stephanie and then for him. He took her arm and escorted her into the restaurant where a candle lit table for two was waiting in a dark corner. The waiter brought the menus and Dylan ordered a bottle of wine. "So, what should we talk about tonight?" Stephanie asked, sipping on her glass. "Well, I already know that you are a waitress, you know how to get to Baltimore and you live on a street with no parking. What else do I possibly need to know?" She smiled. "Okay, then. Lets talk about you." "What about me?" "For starters, the other day when we were in Baltimore, you talked about your mom, but not much about your dad." "Not much to tell really." "Let me guess," Stephanie said, refilling her wine glass. "He ran away with a women he met in the produce department while picking up dinner after a soccer game?" "My father is dead." "Oh my God, I am such an asshole," she said, leaning forward to take his hands. "Open mouth, insert foot." "Yeah, well, it happened a long time ago, and I'm over it." Dylan pulled his hands from hers, and she recoiled, sucking in a sharp breath. "Dylan, I am so, so, so sorry." Not knowing what else to do, she placed her hands in her lap, twisting her fingers around each other. "This is not a great way to start of a date." "I didn't mean to snap," he said, trying to recoup from the fleeting passing of memories. "It's just that recently, I've been thinking about him lately and..." He trailed of. "Look, if you don't want to talk about it, I understand. I am truly sorry." "No, no. I can talk about it, I can, just for some reason, everything around me lately has been reminding me of him." "Well, without sounding like a bigger asshole or choking on my foot, can I ask what happened?" Dylan took a deep breath and told her the story of that fateful day when his fathers race car burst into flames. "So, my mom pretty much raised me, my uncles looked after the racing name, fame and fortune that my father had acquired through his years as a driver." "Wow," she said, sitting back. "Heavy conversation for a first date." "Well, technically, this is a second date." Dylan smiled and poured more wine. During his story of his late father, the meal had arrived, as had a second bottle. After pouring, he asked, "So, let me guess about you." "Oh, I look forward to this," Stephanie said, a smile on her lips. "Where to start? Well, I'll first say that you didn't grow up here. I think someplace Midwest like Montana or Oklahoma." "Close. Wisconsin." "Ahhh. See, I got your number." "And what else?" "Um, your mother was dairy queen, being Wisconsin, your father is a farmer and you in pigtails and those cute overalls." "While that sounds so gag-me-with-a-spoon disgusting, it is so far from the truth." "Really? Well, please enlighten me with your life story." Dylan leaned in. "Well, you got the farmer part right, but not the type you are thinking, like with John Deere tractors and all that. My Biological father -" "Biological?" "Wait, I'm getting there," she said laughing at his interruption. "My biological father was a farmer, but he raised horses." "So you can ride then?" A smiled played on the edges of Dylan's mouth. "I ride very well." Stephanie responded in a husky voice. She cleared her throat and went on. "Anyway, my father raised horses. My other father -" "Other?" "Will you please stop interrupting me?" Stephanie said playfully. "Sorry, sorry. Go on." "My other father was a jockey. He raced my fathers horses, and then went on to train and sell several horses that won the Triple Crown." "Let me guess again," Dylan said, his glass poised at his lips. "Your mother fell in love and married your "other" daddy?" "They are both my father's because they were gay." Dylan choked on his wine, and had to cover his mouth with his napkin in order to keep from spraying Stephanie's dress. He cleared his throat. "Well, that wasn't an expected twist." "Yeah, well, not often you hear about a gay couple raising a baby in the middle of Wisconsin." "And how exactly did that happen?" My mother I never knew. My biological father and her had a summer fling. It was all very hush hush for the sake of gossip, but he got a letter from her mother, my grandmother, sometime in the fall, saying that he had knocked her up." "So, what, she came back, popped you out and went on her merry way?" "Not so in that way." Now it was Stephanie turn to dig into a hurting past. "When my mother went into labor with me, there was some sort of complication. They didn't know it at the time, but it was suspected years later, that it was a brain aneurysm. She died giving birth to me." "Oh, now its my turn to be sorry," Dylan said, rubbing her hand gently. "No, don't be. I didn't know her, so I cant really say I miss her or anything like that." "So, where does daddy number two come in?" "My father was suddenly, well, a father. Frank, my other father, had been raised in a very large family with a lot of sisters and brothers. He knew babies very well and helped my dad out during the first year." "So, not to sound like a jerk, where does the gay part come in?" Stephanie laughed, and poured another glass of vine. She looked at the now empty bottle. "Should be order another?" "Why don't we try dessert first?" Dylan asked, waving the waiter over. After they each ordered a slice of Cheesecake, he prompted her on again. "So, the gay part?" "Oh, okay, so, my dad and Frank, I called him Baba, cared for me together through the first year. Sometime in that year, they became close, and well, fell in love." "But, I don't understand," Dylan said. "If he had sex with a woman -" "I know, but back in that time, being gay wasn't the "cool" thing to be." She laughed. "He always was attracted to men, but knew he shouldn't be. So he knocked up some rich family's daughter." "And Frank, he was gay?" "Yes, but he didn't come out until many many years later." "Well, how did you grow up with them both, thinking that both were your fathers?" "It wasn't as simple as that really. I mean, I lived on a farm. I didn't go into town very often, and because everyone knew Frank as my fathers employee, no one questioned them being together or my fondness or attachment to him." "But I am assuming that they are both out now?" "Oh, yes," Stephanie said, biting into her dessert. "When I was about 12 I think was when people really knew. Maybe it was the day that I called Frank Baba when we were in the feed store. And by then, the gay movement had started and Frank wasn't racing anymore, so the lash back wasn't as bad as I supposed it could have been." "Well, all I can say, is that this has been one interesting date." Dylan smiled. "Shall we call it a night?" "Does it have to end?" She asked, pouting her lips. "Well, that's up to you." Stephanie glanced around for the waiter and waved him over. "Lets get the check." She smiled knowingly at Dylan. "I don't think you noticed, but I did bring an overnight bag." "Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "I think you might be trying to take advantage of me." "That you can count on," Stephanie said, pushing back her chair. "I'm going to the ladies room to freshen up, but I will be waiting for you at the door. Do try and hurry." Dylan was left at the table, jaw ajar. Once she sauntered away and he could tear his eyes from her ass and bare back, he signed the credit card receipt, he practically skipped to the entrance. My Life in a Year Ch. 04 On the way to the car, Stephanie couldn't keep her hands off of Dylan. She had started by holding his hand, but by the time they reached the car, her hand was in his coat and between the buttons of his shirt while her other hand was suggestively, and discretely, rubbing the front of his trousers. "Down girl," Dylan said playfully, lifting her chin for a kiss. Her mouth was sweet from the cheesecake and wine, and he groaned, his cock stiffening. "Oh, I should say the same thing," Stephanie retorted, pressing her palm against his cock. "How far are we from the hotel?" "If I don't get lost," he said, opening the passenger door for her, "We should be back in about 20 minutes." "That's too long," Stephanie pouted when Dylan got into the drivers side. Just as quickly, she grinned and reached with her left hand and began to massage his dick. "Whoa," he responded, trying to swat her away playfully. "Not sure that is a good idea." "Hmm, it's a very good idea." She unzipped his pants and Dylan grunted. "Good God," He seethed. She continued, playing with the soft skin of his penis, feeling it tighten and lengthen in her hand. He had stopped trying to push her away, so she figured he had given up. He was concentrating on driving, but the sporadic weaves were a sign that his mind wasn't fully on driving. She pulled his shaft from between the zipper and she slid her thumb over the tip, feeling the sticky precome. He took a sharp intake of breath, and she smiled in the dark. She jacked him slowly and deliberately, pinching the tip on the upstroke. On the down stroke she reached with her pinky and ring finger to grab his balls, tightening his cock. When Dylan had to stop at a red light he turned to her. "I think you are trying to kill us," he said, tracing her mouth with his finger. She pursed her lips and then drew the finger in, sucking gently. Dylan moaned louder and his cock seemed to become harder. "The lights green," Stephanie said, a smile in her eyes. "You should go." He stepped on the gas and took off. The hotel seemed so far away, but only about another 10 blocks. He was having trouble reading the street signs and almost hit a parked car when her felt her warm wet mouth encircle his shaft. She paused for a moment, only moving her tongue around the tip, but then lowered even further to take all of him in. When Dylan managed to park without incident, he turned off the car and leaned his head back on the headrest, closing his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Stephanie on his prick. Her mouth was warm and delicious, stroking him slowly and without hurry. "Should we, you know, take this inside?" Dylan finally managed to ask. He heard a low groan from his lap as he stroked her hair. She didn't slow at his suggestion, so he asked again. He felt her sigh, and finally lift her head. "I suppose we should go up," she said. Taking a deep breath, Dylan stuffed his hard cock back into his pants, and he sipped the fly. He untucked his shirt to help hide the tent it made, and hoped that no one would notice. He looked at Stephanie who was wiping her mouth, and he noticed that her lipstick was smudged across her mouth. "You've got some..." He didn't finish, but rather reached over to wipe away the red stain slightly above her lip and then again on the lower part of her chin. "Thanks," she said, flipping up the visor mirror and smiling. "Are we ready?" "More than you know," Dylan responded, opening the car door. She followed, slightly unsteady, as they walked into the hotel. Stephanie tried to stay small, in hopes that no one there would recognize her. They walked to the elevator without mishap, and the moment the bell dinged, Dylan had pressed himself to her against the wall. "You are so incredible," he said, nuzzling her neck, feeling the soft skin give way to his mouth. Her hands were roaming through his hair and down his back. The bell dinged again, and growling, Dylan pulled away, but not letting go of Stephanie's hand. She followed, giggling from the wine and dizzy from his kisses. She pressed against him as he tried 3 times to get the door open with the plastic card. Finally the little green light came on and the door clicked open. They were finally in. Before the door even closed, Stephanie propelled herself onto Dylan, wrapping her legs around his waist, her short black skirt hiked up to her waist. His hands found their way to her ass, easily supporting her. Around her back and over her ass, he slid her silk panties down, gripping bare skin. She moaned against him. "Take me, please!" Stephanie begged, squirming at his touch. While he held her she tried taking off his tie and undoing several of the small buttons on his shirt. Her hair was wild and falling as Dylan pulled the small pins from her head. "I'm going to take you, I will," Dylan promised in a husky tone. "But there are a few other things to go over first." "Please, anything!" Stephanie begged, frustrated now at the buttons and instead began clawing through his shirt. Her skin was heated and raw, passion fueling her body. Dylan walked with her still attached to his waist to the end of the bed and tossed her onto her back. She bounced slightly and she giggled and pushed her hair back from her face. He took off his own shirt, now almost torn to shreds, and undid his belt and pants. Next were his boxers and socks as he stood naked before her. Her eyes grew wild and hot as she took his naked form in. She shimmied from her dress, discarding it to the floor. She was braless, her perky tits erect with excitement, her nipples pink inside dark quarter sized circles. She leaned back on the pillows behind her. "Taste me," she demanded, as Dylan crawled on the bed. "Feel me against your mouth." Never had a woman spoken to Dylan in such a way, in a powerful demand. It was erotic to him and he quickly complied. Starting at her toes, he worked his way up to her knees, her thighs and to the outer lips of her cunt. She took deep shallow breaths as his mouth explored her, kissing gentle kisses at the top of her mound, teasing her as she had done to him. "Taste me! Lick me! Make me cum in your mouth," She called out from the head of the bed. She began pinching her nipples, rubbing them in the palm of her hand, making the erect niblets protrude. Dylan finally sunk his tongue into her. He started low, separating the lips from the bottom up, sliding gracefully over the hood of her clit, encircling it with ease. She bucked into him, greedy for his touch. With his left hand, he reached around her leg from the outside and held open the soft flesh with his finger and thumb, opening up her womanhood like a flower. Pink and hard, her clit gleamed with her juices and his saliva. He gently blew on the nub, causing Stephanie to arch. "Dear God," she said, reaching for the top of his head. She held his hair in her palms, the pulling sensation causing Dylan to moan. He dipped his tongue into her again, sliding it into her fold, tasting her cream that was caused by him. She tasted wonderful, like cotton candy melting on his tongue. He couldn't get enough. He moved his mouth faster, stroking up and down against her slit, pausing now and then to blast her clit with a cool breath. She arched and begged each time for a release that Dylan was purposely postponing. With his free hand, he slid two fingers into her opening, never losing speed with his mouth and tongue, probing her with his digits, matching stroke for lick. "I'm gonna cum," Stephanie called. "Oh, Dylan! I want to come in your mouth!" Dylan grunted in response, deepening his fingers. God, she was tight! It was as if she were a virgin, her cunt muscles sucking him in deeper, clamping his fingers tightly, drawing them in. He intensified his mouth on her, sucking her beaded flesh into his mouth, twirling his tongue. He felt her pussy contract even tighter than he thought possible as the orgasm wracked through her. He never slowed. He never stopped. He milked her for everything she had. She continued to shiver, and even after her pleas to stop, he kept going. He knew she would come again against his mouth, his tongue, the want for the cotton candy taste to fill his mouth kept him there. Oh, she begged for him to stop! Swatting him on the head, arching to get away from him, trying to push herself up. But he was too strong. He held her, continuing the assault on her pussy, driving his tongue against her clit, pounding his fingers into her. "Shit! I'm gonna come again!" She screamed, her head thrashing back and forth. Now, instead of fighting Dylan, she moved with him, arching into him, pressing her cunt against his mouth. He felt the rush of liquid again as it poured out of her, filling his mouth and nostrils with her wetness. He had decided to give her a break at last and he eased the attack on her clit. He rested his head on her thigh, a took deep breaths. Stephanie relaxed against the pillows, her breathing coming ragged and raw. "So," Dylan asked, propping up on one elbow, and then slithering to the top of the bed with her, "How's the night going so far?" "Dear God, I don't think I've come that hard in my entire life," Stephanie proclaimed. "Well, the night is still not over yet," Dylan challenged, dipping his head to take a nipple in his mouth. Stephanie could feel his hard cock against her leg, and she writhed under his mouth, a small moan escaping her lips. Dylan's right hand slithered below her waist, sliding a finger into her wetness, loving the velvety feel of her around him. His pulse quickened, knowing that his cock, burning with pulsing blood and a purple head would soon be in her. Without removing his lips from her breast, he rose, hovering over her, and slid his knees inside hers. He nudged her legs upwards, positioning himself for entry. She held his head, rubbing his ears as he shifted slightly. With a free hand, Dylan took his cock and rubbed it slowly over her slit, coating himself with her juice. The sweet smell of her wafted upwards and he could almost taste her still on his tongue. He rubbed himself over her still engorged clit, sensitive now after a second orgasm, and he held open her pussy lips slightly before pressing in. The friction against her while he fucked her would surely send her into a fit. With a slow ease, Dylan pushed inside her, drawing out the penetration with difficult. How he wanted to simply plunge into her! Ram her, make her scream! But he took his time, and she was moaning one long, deep moan as he moved in. Once fully sheathed by her, he stopped and let out his breath. It was heaven! He could feel the smooth walls of her vagina tight around his cock and pulsing with her controlled squeezes. She opened her eyes, her mouth still forming a slight O, and she leaned up to kiss him. "Fuck me." It took no further prodding for Dylan to begin his rhythmic movements, crashing into her, withdrawing, only to plunge into her depths again. She cried out each time, he legs encircling his waist, lifting herself to meet his thrusts. He used his upper body strength as leverage into her, slamming into over and over. Stephanie became louder, screaming his name, gripping his head, fueling him on. She began to thrust into him, daring him to fuck her harder. She clenched her teeth, seething, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" with each of Dylan's thrusts. He reached between their bodies and found her clit, rubbing it in manic circles. The intense feeling of being rammed from the inside and fingered on the outside, sent Stephanie into a fit of screams. "Oh God, oh God! I'm gonna come again!" she hissed, this time not telling him to stop, not to slow. When she came finally, her legs tightened around Dylan, her vagina clenching around his cock, and he felt her cream ooze from between their bodies. He slowed. "Do you like another position?" Dylan asked, smiling, teasing her with his cock. "Oh, God, I don't think I can take anymore." "I think you can," he responded, flicking his tongue at her nipple. "How about letting me get you from the back?" "Oh, my favorite," she said, squirming under him. He finally let her up with a growl, and she flipped herself over, ass in the air, jutting back to meet him. "God, you have a fantastic ass," Dylan said, running a hand over her smooth silky skin. He patted her lightly on the rump, watching it giggle slightly, and his cock twitched. Oh, the possibilities! Gently, he pulled her back to him, easily finding her wet hole and driving into her. He had made her come three times already, and now it was his turn. He banged into her, over and over, pushing her, his weight slamming against her. She placed a hand on the headboard to steady herself and to keep from banging her head. Dylan grabbed her waist, and she cried out as he deepened his thrusts and he could feel the entrance to her womb. God, he was so deep! And she was taking each inch, each stroke like there was never to be another. He felt it building. He knew he was close. "I'm want to come," he said, never slowing, never letting up on her bruised pussy. "Come, baby, come." "Where?" Dylan asked, not sure where would be appropriate. Or where would be safe. "Come on my ass. All over my ass!" Stephanie exclaimed, now reaching, on her own accord to flick her clit. Dylan wasted no time. He crashed into her, slamming her. Stephanie's head was now buried in a pillow, her hand working her clit and her perfect rump in his face. He felt it coming. He felt the burn, the urge, the rise.... He pulled out and while she was still fingering her clit, came over her ass. Large streams of white come shot out of him like shinning ropes, drizzling over her ass. Like vanilla syrup over vanilla ice-cream. It slid between her cheeks and down her thighs. She felt the hot seamen drip to her fingers where they had just made her come for the fourth time that night. Dylan collapsed next to her panting, stroking his still hard cock. She looked at him. "Looks like you made a mess," she said, leaning over to kiss him chest, her sticky ass long forgotten. "Hm, and what are you gonna do about it?" He asked, cupping his balls. "I'll make sure to clean it all up." And she did. Every last drop. My Life in a Year Ch. 05 Dylan awoke to Stephanie's soft breath against his chest. He squinted at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was almost 9 in the morning. He debated waking Stephanie or letting her sleep, but he really had to pee. Taking and holding a breath he slid from beneath her upper body, trying not to move her too much in the process. He managed to move from the bed without jostling her too much, and her eyes stayed close. He practically limped to the bathroom, his muscles aching from the activity of the night before. It had been awhile since he had that much activity in one night. Pressing a hand against the wall behind the toilet he began to relieve himself, wincing at the same time. His dick hurt. When he came back into the room, Stephanie was awake and sitting up in bed, the covers pulled around her. Her hair was a mess and she had black smudges under her eyes from her old make-up. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips slightly bruised, but Dylan found her extremely beautiful. His cock twitched. "Good morning," Dylan said, sliding back into bed with her. She squinted and yawned. "My legs hurt," She replied, smiling, rubbing her eyes. "Actually, everything hurts." "That just means that we had too much fun last night," Dylan responded, opening his arms to her. She snuggled in. "Or it just means we are getting old," she replied, laughing. "I'm gonna stick with the too much fun theory." "Hmm...what I wouldn't do for some bacon and eggs," Stephanie said, closing her eyes again. "Oh, and some coffee. Maybe toast too." "Sounds like a plan to me," Dylan said. "Let me order some room service." "No, don't get up. Stay in bed for a few more minutes." "If I stay in bed Steph, it won't be bacon and eggs we will having. It will be sausage and honey." "Oh, even better," Stephanie said with a smile on her lips, her hand snaking her way under the covers. Dylan growled low in his throat and let Stephanie stroke his cock to full attention. What was a little pre-breakfast sex? Almost an hour later room service had arrived and both Stephanie and Dylan had finally woken up, showered and gotten dressed. They figured if they were dressed there was a less likely chance of them getting back into bed and staying there all day. Although, the thought was appealing to both of them. "So, what are you going to do today?" Stephanie asked while eating toast and sipping her coffee. "Not sure yet. I assume you have to work today?" "Nope. Off all day." "They why didn't you ask what were we going to do?" Stephanie laughed. "Well, considering this is your vacation and I am only the waitress from downstairs, I didn't want to assume that your daily plans included me." "Well, as long as I am here, I'd like to hope you're going to be apart of my plans." "Speaking of which..." She trailed off. "How long will you be here for?" There was a note of sadness in her voice. "Only for a few more days." He said it in an agonizing way. How he wish he would just be able to stay. During their many sessions the night before, Dylan told her all about his plans for traveling the states, going places, meeting new people. She understood that he wouldn't be here for too much longer, but they both promised to keep in touch. Dylan even invited her to join him whenever she got a few days off. Just fly to where ever he happened to be. "I know, I know." She said sullenly, trying not to sound too disappointed. After all, she wasn't some kind of school girl and knew she had no claim on him. "So, let's do something great for the few days I have left here," Dylan said with the most enthusiasm he could muster. "Okay, so what?' "Oh, let's go to the zoo! I read about it in my little brochure. It looks like a lot of fun." "I have actually never been there," she said, pouring another cup of coffee. "I'd love to go." Once breakfast was done, they bundled up in their coats and scarves and drove to the zoo. Stephanie drove since she knew DC a little better and in no time they had parked and were walking through the stone paths of the winding zoo. "Too bad its winter," Dylan said, wrapping his arm around Steph. "There doesn't seem to be too many animals out." "Oh, what about this?" She asked, reading from the zoo's pamphlet. "The greenhouse is open which has all sorts of exotic birds and Amazon wild life. At least it will be warm." Agreed, they made the hike to the Amazon rainforest and it was warm. Almost like summer. There were barely any visitors to the zoo this time of year, and Dylan was fine with that. It was like he and Stephanie were on a private safari, the paper map their guide. They took turns pointing out various animals and reading from the silver plaques. Here they were able to unbutton their coats and loosen their scarves and pocket their gloves. The air was moist and rich, smells of foliage wafting around them. Somewhere on the upper level of the glass building, while looking at monkeys with red stripes, Dylan encircled Stephanie around the waist and kissed her. "What was that for?" She asked, smiling. "Nothing. Just because." "Well, thanks," she said, kissing him back. The gentle peck turned into a deep passionate kiss, with each of them pressing hard against the other. Dylan groaned. "Damn. Who would have thought looking at monkeys would get me all excited?" "Oh, I thought it was just me," Steph responded. "Yeah, you too a little bit, I guess." Dylan joked. "Too bad we can't be like the monkeys and just start doing it, no matter who is around or who is watching." "Oh, that sounds like fun," he responded now actively looking for a place to have sex. "You can't be serious!" Stephanie said, even though she knew he wasn't kidding. He took her hand and together began searching for a place to do the deed. They figured it could be out in the open but not too much. After all, there were no other visitors that either of them could see. "How about there?" Dylan asked, pointing to a large fake looking banana tree. It was on the other side of the wooden barrier and with excitement the both stepped over the little fence, taking no notice to the 'please stay on the pathway' sign. Once they crossed over, they slipped to the side of the tree that was facing away from the pathway. Once there, Dylan pressed Stephanie against the tree, pressing himself tightly against her. She could feel his cock against her center, even through his pants and hers. He began nuzzling her neck, his hands franticly trying to undo her pants at the same time, his. She assisted, feeing herself become wetter at the thought of him in her again. The logistics of doing it against a tree was going through Dylan's mind, trying to figure a way to proceed without having to get completely naked, although that thought was just as thrilling. Once they both had their pants unbutton and zipped, Dylan came up with the solution. "Okay, I'm going to lift you up and you slid your pants to your knees. Your legs will be kinda up, not really around me, but I can get into you without you having to take your pants all the way off. Make sense?" "Yeah, I think so," Steph said, following Dylan's instructions. Dylan was definitely capable of holding her and when he lifted her, she slid her pants from her ass and took them to her knees, which were now pressed against Dylan's chest. His cock was ready, poking out from between the zipper of his jeans and his boxer slit. He entered her. The position was a deep one. Stephanie tried to keep as quite as possible as Dylan drove her hard and fast. These things were called a quickie for a reason and he was making it one. Each hard stab into her sent her back harder against the tree, the smooth bark just rough enough to cause scratches, but for the moment went unnoticed. Stephanie was at the moments before orgasm when they both heard the sounds of laughing people and the sound of squeaky sneakers on the concrete only 10 feet from them. Dylan mouth shhh to her and she quieted. She could feel Dylan pulsing inside her and the onset of the orgasm was slipping away. Dylan sensed her frustration and still supporting her ass with one hand, he reached between their bodies and began to stroke her clit. She glared at him, shaking her head no, but her body responded with a yes. She was so aware of the people behind the tree it was hard to concentrate, but somewhere around the time Dylan began to thrust again she was lost only in the sensation of him. In complete silence, she came around him, shuddering against the tree, her legs tensing and her pussy pulsing. With three final deep thrusts, Dylan came, releasing inside her tight hole, sweat now glistening from his forehead. With a moment of rest, the pulsing slowed, and with the most quietness they could, Dylan set Stephanie down. On wobbly legs, she pulled up her pants, feeling Dylan's seed drip into her panties, making her pussy lips slick with it. It was kind of squishy but hot at the same time. Once they had righted themselves, they peeked around the tree to see where there intruders were. A class of about 10 high schoolers were being bored to death by a teacher, explaining the importance of saving the rain forest. Popping gum, blasting IPOD's and whispers didn't distract the teacher from her spiel. Trying to go unnoticed, Dylan and Stephanie crept to the wooden fence and began to climb back over it. A few kids at the back of the group saw them and began nudging some of the other kids. "Hey, what are you doing over there?" A young looking guy said. "Who, us?" Dylan answered, standing up straight and brushing off his jacket. "Yeah, you. I don't think you're allowed over there." The kid said again. "Well, uh, you see, we, uh, work here." Dylan answered. "Yeah, we are with the Rainforest Protection Agency and we are inspecting this facility to make sure it is accurately portrayed." Stephanie smiled nervously at the kid, praying he wouldn't see through her lie. "Whatever, dude," The kid said to Dylan. "Hey, no talking back there!" The teacher said, walking to the back of the group, finally agitated by the kids ignoring her. The teacher asked Dylan and Stephanie, "Who are you?" "They said they are from some Rainforest thing. I just saw them coming from behind that big ugly tree." The young kid said. Dylan was ready to pop him. "Actually, son, that is a banana tree of the deciduous rainforest in the West Indy." Dylan responded gaining glares from the teacher and the other students. The teacher waiting for him to go on. "As a matter of fact, this banana tree helps feed the various variety of monkeys, most notable the barius ennimus species that, uh, you see here." He pointed to the red striped monkeys in the trees above. "Uh, that's right children." Stephanie said, joining in on the impromptu monkey lesson. "Not only is it a great source for these monkeys, but these banana leaves are said to possibly hold the cure for things like poor eye sight, liver spots and uh, erectile dysfunction." Dylan coughed, smiled and nodded. "I'm sorry to interrupt your class, teacher." Dylan said. "If you'd like, I can set up a time to come and visit your class and share important information about the rainforest and the ways we can all help save it. Together." "Why, that's a lovely idea, don't you think class?" The teacher dug in her oversized purse and pulled out a card and handed it to Dylan. "Call me at the school and we will set something up. Thanks so much for sharing with the class today." She waved the children on, them all following her like sheep to another section of the building. Once they had gone from eyesight, Dylan let out a sigh of relief. "Oh my god, that was insane!" he said, bending over in laughter. Stephanie joined in. "Did you actually refer to the monkeys are barium enemas?" "Did you actually say the banana leaves cured erectile dysfunction?" Laughing hard, Dylan and Stephanie held onto each other as they walked in the opposite direction of the school group. "Well, you certainly didn't have a problem getting it up," she said playfully. "Yes, well, it must have been all the leaves I ate yesterday." He replied, sending them both into more fits. Finally they made it outside which only reminded them that it was still January. Bundled up once again, they made their way to the concession stand and bought hot chocolate. The sun was setting and it was starting to get bitter and there was still a while night and two more days left together and Dylan was going to make sure he was going to make the best of it.