8 comments/ 14549 views/ 10 favorites Road Trip Ch. 03 By: foolish_hobgoblin "Are you freaked out that he's here?" Katie asked her. Eve looked across the crowded dance floor to where Will was sitting at their table. She would have expected him to feel out of place, but if he did he was hiding it well. He had been jovial and funny during dinner with Katie and her roommate Janine. When her friends said they wanted to take her dancing and invited him, he surprised her by agreeing. She felt affection sweep through her at the sight of him, comfortably seated on a stool with his back relaxed against the table, watching the activity on the dance floor. Their eyes met and his lips curved up in a smile. She blushed, flashing him a smile before turning to Katie. "Yeah," Eve admitted. "I can't believe you didn't jump him last night," Katie said. They had managed to have a brief conversation before dinner where Eve had filled her friends in on the events of the past few days. She had only relayed the timeline, unable to put her feelings - her fears – into words. "He was drugged up and in pain," Eve reminded her. "So what about tonight?" her friend asked mischievously. "Katie -" Eve sighed, her face falling. "It's weird." Katie looked concerned and grabbed her arm, leading her to the bathroom where it was a little quieter. "What's going on?" "Nothing," Eve said, frowning. "It's just - he's still married...I mean, it sounds like he just found out about his wife, and - obviously he's not going to want anything - anything..." Katie's brow wrinkled. "Anything?" she repeated. "Anything! Something! I don't know," Eve said in frustration. "I don't want to be some rebound or revenge for his wife's affair." "What? Who cares why he's doing it?" Katie exclaimed. "You lusted after the guy the whole time we were in college. And now he's available. Go have some fun!" Eve looked at her sadly and Katie grew serious. "Shit, you really like him," she said. "Maybe," Eve said morosely. "I don't know." "Well, I doubt it's revenge or a rebound," Katie told her. "I mean, he came out with us, after all. I'm sure it's not because he wanted to see me or because he wanted to go dancing. It's because he wants to spend time with you." "And then what happens tomorrow?" Eve snapped. Katie hesitated, tilting her head thoughtfully. "You know, you can have some fun," she said. "I thought that was part of the reason you did this road trip - to have some adventure, try things you wouldn't normally do. You don't always need to be relationship girl." Eve just looked at her. "I'm serious, E. When are you going to get this opportunity again? Besides, sometimes even when you know going into it that it'll be for just one night or for a few nights or whatever, it can still mean something...it can still be special," Katie told her. "Really?" Eve said skeptically. "I promise," Katie said firmly, checking her reflection in the dingy bathroom mirror. "You'll regret it if you don't, I know you will. Just try to have some fun and stop thinking about tomorrow." Eve rolled her eyes and grinned. Not worrying about tomorrow was basically Katie's life plan. The door burst open and Janine tumbled in, hanging on to the handle and giggling. "There you are," she said loudly. "Evie, if you leave me alone with your hunky professor for much longer, you are going to be sorry." "Oh, my God," Eve said, laughing. "What did you do?" "Nothing," Janine said innocently, joining Katie at the mirror. "I tried my best stuff but it was clear right away that none of it would work. You have nothing to worry about." Katie ushered them both to the bar for another round and then pulled Janine to the dance floor with a pointed look at Eve. "Go join your date," she ordered. Eve took a long drink of her beer and decided to try adopting her friend's spontaneous nature, for one night at least. Katie was right about her intentions for her road trip, and also right about Will. She would regret it if she didn't at least take the chance. Needing some assistance, she went back to the bar and did a shot, following it with another large gulp of beer. She felt the effects almost instantly, her body slightly numb and buzzing. She adjusted her halter top, a deep eggplant color, and smoothed her pants before picking up her beer and heading toward Will. He watched her approach, his eyes crinkling in amusement when she stumbled a bit. Feeling reckless, she purposely tripped when she got close to their table and lurched into him, her hand dropping to his thigh for support. "Oops," she said, giggling. He covered her hand with his own, the other swiftly grabbing her waist to hold her steady. "Having fun?" he asked unnecessarily. She nodded. "Are you? I hope you're not bored." "Not at all," he assured her. She smiled. He hadn't moved his hands and she leaned over to put her beer on the table behind him. Her chin was just over his shoulder, her hair brushing against his cheek, and she inhaled the subtle scent of his cologne. Straightening up, she placed her hand lightly on his other leg, meeting his eyes. His hands tightened on her almost imperceptibly. "Did you want to dance?" she teased. "Uh - no. No, thank you," he said, laughing. "What do you want to do?" she asked boldly. "We don't have to stay." He looked surprised, his features shifting in confusion. "I don't mind," he said uncertainly. "Okay," she said, shrugging and smiling. Leaning over him again to pick up her beer, she let her lips brush against his jaw. She turned slightly so she was standing between his legs and leaned against his chest. Their hands were still joined on his thigh and she nudged his other arm so it was around her, nestling into him. Her heart was racing, wondering what her next move should be. --- Will absently rubbed the smooth fabric of Eve's shirt between his fingers as she leaned into him. His throat went suddenly dry when her hip made contact with his crotch and remained there. She had him pinned against the table so he couldn't adjust himself to hide the immediate effect she was having on him. To say he was puzzled by her behavior would be an understatement. After an entire day of holding him at arm's length, she was essentially throwing herself at him. All day he had tried to find the perfect time to bring up the topic of - well, whatever this was, though he still didn't know what he would've said. He couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or regretted it or something else entirely, but she had effectively avoided discussing it. And now she was clearly coming on to him. No, puzzled didn't begin to cover it. Was it the alcohol? Does she even really want me or does she just want someone - anyone? he thought bitterly. He knew these were questions he should get answers to. However, the soft curves resting against his chest, the tickle of her hair on his arm, and - God - the warm breath on his neck as she nuzzled him...all these things were successfully narrowing his focus to a singular thought: more. More of that kiss, more of the warmth emanating from her, of the feel of her, giddy and flirtatious as she sunk into him, more of this. More of her. So he remained silent, relishing in the sensation of her small waist in his embrace. The way she took every opportunity to stroke his thigh or brush their cheeks together whenever she moved. It was too loud to have a conversation, so they just stood, her watching her friends dance, him watching her. Eve burst into laughter and he was startled out of his trance. Following her gaze, he saw Katie helping Janine to her feet and chuckled. "She should know better than to try that move without being sober," Eve said, still watching her friends. He didn't know what move Janine had attempted and didn't ask, just concentrated on Eve's smiling face. She turned to him, looking momentarily surprised that he was staring at her. "The night's coming to an end for them, if history has taught me anything," she said, grinning. "Ready to head out?" He nodded despite not wanting to move. She put her beer down and faced him, still standing between his legs. She ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders and laced her fingers behind his neck. He watched breathlessly as her face neared, her lips barely brushing against his. She twined her fingers in his hair and rubbed her nose against his beard before her mouth found his again. Once again he was lost. By the teasing flick of her tongue, the plump lushness of her lips as she drew him to her. Into her. Or maybe she was drawing herself into him. He couldn't tell. It didn't matter. More. The spell was broken as soon as their lips parted, the confusion and doubt returning. "Eve -" he began, feeling flustered. Her eyes widened and her face closed off. She took a step back. "Oh - it's okay," she said quickly. "Nevermind." "No!" he said, tightening his hold and pulling her back with such force that their chests met. "I didn't mean - I just -" He stopped and took a deep breath. "Eve, I'm a little thrown off. Today it seemed like you...that you didn't want anything - you didn't seem to want to talk about it." He looked at her helplessly. He was really out of practice. "We don't need to talk about it," she said softly, reaching up to tickle his hair. "Look, I know things are - weird for you right now, with what happened..." She looked at him meaningfully and he knew she was purposely refraining from mentioning his wife. He fought the urge to scowl. "I know you're not looking for anything," she continued. "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun, that we can't enjoy each other's company. Right?" Enjoy each other's company. What she meant as a euphemism instead filled his mind with images of the literal meaning, a hint of what it would be like to have her company all the time. Traveling on the road together, exploring new cities, seeing old friends. Hiking with Maggie, discussing Richard III over coffee, cooking dinner together, having breakfast together. The idea of it was so real that he felt light-headed. The rest of her words filtered in. I know you're not looking for anything. He certainly hadn't been looking. And there certainly couldn't be worse timing, what with the state of his marriage and her not even knowing where she would be living once the summer was over. Her body was humming with tension, he could feel it beneath the fingers he still had on her waist. She was watching him cautiously, her body taut as if she were forcing herself to not run away. He circled his arms around her back in an attempt to comfort her but only succeeded in making himself dizzier. He sucked in a loud breath, lowering his forehead to rest against hers, his chest heaving. Maybe she only wanted him for tonight. Maybe tomorrow he'd have to say goodbye to her. Maybe it was enough. Maybe it wasn't. At that moment, he didn't care. "I would love to...enjoy your company," he murmured. --- Eve giggled despite her nervousness. "Well, then - let's go," she said shakily. They hadn't said a word since getting in the cab. Their clasped hands were on the seat between them, transferring electricity and anticipation through their fingers. Eve felt like her lungs couldn't get enough air, excitement and arousal waging a war with doubt and hesitation inside her. It won't be a big deal, she told herself firmly. You know it will be amazing, and then whatever happens tomorrow happens. You don't need to get attached. She didn't believe a word of it, except the amazing part. Suddenly desperate for contact, for the reassuring warmth of him, she rested her head on his shoulder. He slipped an arm around her and she squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a shuddering breath. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his fingers stroking her bare shoulder. She smiled, his concern relaxing her. "Yes," she whispered, nuzzling his neck and flicking his earlobe with her tongue. He crushed her to him, sucking in a deep breath. She kissed his neck, a soft kiss, just a brush of her lips, and suddenly his hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. His eyes were the color of the midnight sky, wild and mysterious, searching hers. She forgot to breathe, the anticipation stretching the moment into what felt like an hour before he finally kissed her. Her eyes fluttered shut the instant his lips touched hers, then flew open in surprise when he became forceful, nudging her lips apart, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, circling her tongue before sucking on it. A whimper sounded from the back of her throat and she clutched his arms, matching his urgency. He bit gently on her lower lip when he broke the kiss, trailing kisses up her jaw, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured her name. Her head fell back and he ran his tongue along her neck, moaning softly into her skin. She shivered, her eyelids drooping. The lurch of the taxi coming to a stop brought them back to the present and they stared at each other for a second, breathing heavily. Without looking away, Will shoved some cash at the driver and helped her out of the car. Eve lost her footing in her hurry and he pulled her to him, their bodies pressed tightly together. "Okay?" he breathed. She nodded, looking up at him. His hands grasped her hips, his fingers pressing into her behind. "Let's go," she said impatiently. He grinned and slipped an arm around her waist, her feet barely touching the ground as he propelled her to the elevator. Once inside, she wrapped her arms around him and he twisted his fingers in her hair, bringing her mouth to his. Even in her heels she had to stand on tiptoe and he surprised her by scooping her up to carry her to the room. He was tickling and nibbling her neck while she struggled to swipe the key card in the door, giggling uncontrollably. "Having some trouble?" he teased, his lips against her ear. She shuddered, holding back a moan. Narrowing her eyes at him menacingly, she concentrated on steadying her hand to unlock the door all while he continued teasing her neck and ear. She made a triumphant sound when the door finally opened, grinning at him. He set her down just inside, running his hands along her arms, suddenly tender. "You're so gorgeous," he said as if in awe. Eve smiled self-consciously, taking one of his hands before he drew it away. She began walking backward to the bed, pulling him with her. "You are gorgeous," she replied. He gave her a surprised smile, taking her in his arms. Cupping her chin, he lowered his lips to hers in a slow, deep kiss, curling his tongue around hers. She gasped against his mouth, the heat zipping through her body until she could feel it in her toes. He was stroking her bare shoulders and back, making her tremble. She felt his fingers at the neck of her halter top, searching or maybe hesitating. Looking up at him, she gave him a small nod and he pulled on the bow, the blouse loosening around her. He took a step back and she peeked at him through lowered lids. Because of the cut of the top - the top now resting on her hips - she hadn't worn a bra. His hands came to her waist, his long fingers almost spanning the width of her. He met her eyes slowly as if in a daze. "Wow," he said weakly. She smiled, taking his hands and urging them up to her breasts. --- Will cupped her breasts gently, his thumbs stroking the underside, that luscious curve of delicate skin, and felt himself spiraling. In truth, he had been spiraling since she kissed his neck in the cab. Driven by a tidal wave of lust, he felt almost incapable of controlling himself, some kind of raw need now directing all of his actions and just taking him along for the ride. He had expected to be more nervous, having not been with anyone other than his wife for almost thirty years. The faint brush of her lips against his neck had effectively pushed that thought from his mind. He forced himself to concentrate, wanting to commit every part of her, of this, to memory if tonight was to be his only opportunity. Her breasts were round and full, large but balanced perfectly by the flare of her hips. He moved his hands over them languidly, brushing his thumbs across her nipples, which were already puckered as if standing at attention. She gasped and arched her back. He couldn't resist the invitation and dropped his head quickly, running his tongue over the top of her beautiful orb, circling it with his hand. Her hand threaded in his hair, pressing him to her. He smiled against her skin, teasing her with his facial hair before closing his lips around her nipple. Swirling his tongue around it, his eyes rolled back and he groaned. She was so sweet. More than sweet. She tasted like the most succulent wine he'd ever had. She was dark and bursting and wild and at least ten other adjectives that shouldn't technically be classified as flavor but somehow in her skin it was all there. How roses would taste. What a sunrise would feel like on the tip of your tongue. What a soulful song would be if you could roll it in your mouth as you savored it. He trailed his lips to her other breast hungrily, searching for more undiscovered secrets. It was all rich and heady and glorious, he realized, dragging his tongue up her chest, needing more. Gathering her blouse in his fingers, he pulled it over her head and dropped to his knees in front of her. Nestling his nose in the indent of her waist, he inhaled deeply, his hands cupping her round bottom. He let his fingers travel along her pants, opening his eyes to look for the zipper, and noticed some ink peeking out above the waistband. "What's this?" he murmured, tracing the tattoo with his index finger. She shivered, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. "Miss Cortes, you are full of surprises," he teased, undoing her pants and nudging them down her hips. He had to stop and take a deep breath, the sight of her lacy black panties against the contrast of her golden skin rendering him speechless. Blinking and trying to focus, he studied the tattoo, in full view above her underwear. It was in characters he didn't recognize and he traced the ink again, letting her pants stop on her hips. "Will -" she said breathlessly. He glanced up at her, panting and urgent. "Do you think we could maybe discuss my tattoos later?" she asked impatiently. He kissed her stomach, chuckling against her flesh. Her thighs were quivering and he steadied her with his hands, trailing kisses along her abdomen. "Patience, sweetheart," he said, his voice muffled. "I'm not going to rush this." Her whine of frustration turned into a pleased moan as he slowly edged her pants off her legs, running his hands the length of her shapely limbs until he could see them trembling. He explored her with his hands and mouth, caressing her through her underwear, planting nipping kisses on her inner thighs. Suddenly her words registered. "Wait - did you say tattoos? As in plural?" he said, rubbing his cheek against her stomach and looking up at her. "What?" she said, her eyes trying to focus on him. "You have more than one tattoo?" he asked, sliding his hands up her legs and under her panties, squeezing her behind. She nodded faintly, her knees buckling. He grasped her bottom and got her to the edge of the bed, leaning over her until she was lying down. She sighed, arching her hips toward him. "I'm going to have to inspect every inch of you to find the rest of them," he warned gleefully. She whimpered, reaching for him. He smiled wickedly, taking her hands and kissing each palm, sucking one of her fingers deep in his mouth. He nudged her further up on the bed, straddling her legs. Road Trip Ch. 03 "Now tell me," he said conversationally, his fingers sweeping over her tattoo, his urgency waning. "What does this mean?" "Will," she pleaded. He raised his eyebrows inquisitively, silently demanding an answer, and she sighed, propping herself up on her elbows. "It's Arabic," she said. "It says 'Trust in dreams.'" "Trust in dreams?" he repeated, staring at the characters, trailing a finger along the inside of her panties. She exhaled slowly, her stomach contracting against his hand. "'Trust in dreams, for in them is the hidden gate to eternity,'" she quoted. "Kahlil Gibran," he said softly, his hands stilling. "Yes," she said dreamily, meeting his gaze. "Beautiful," he murmured, not sure if he meant the tattoo, the quote, or the woman with sumptuous skin lying beneath him. "Now," he said decisively, coming out of his reverie. "To find these other elusive tattoos..." "God," she said in a groan as his hands roamed her body, her head dropping to the mattress. "You're mean," she breathed. She flinched when he chuckled against her skin again and he swiped his tongue over the spot apologetically. He hovered over her, moving his eyes. He kept getting distracted by her honey-colored skin, glowing and shimmering with each movement she made. Running his fingers down her side, he nudged her rump off the bed and was rewarded with the sight of ink on her lower back. "Aha," he said quietly, turning her gently. She moved gracefully onto her stomach, her back arching, her slender arms delicately placed under her chin. He froze watching her, taking in every detail. She rested her cheek on her hands and looked at him expectantly, her eyes the color of misty rain in a forest. He smiled, stretching out next to her to get a closer look at the tattoo above the diversion of her perfectly-shaped behind. It was simple, a small outline of a dragon, in blood red. "What's this signify?" he whispered, making small circles over the tattoo with his finger. He glanced at her when she didn't answer. She was looking past him into the distance, into the memory. She met his eyes briefly and took a shaky breath. "I just like dragons," she said quietly. He suspected there was more to it than that but refused to push her. He placed his palm over the dragon and kissed her tenderly. Trailing his hand up her spine, he slung her arm over his shoulder and rolled her to her back, enveloping her with his arms, deepening the kiss. Losing himself once again in the contrast in her lips, so pliable and velvety, so determined, so giving. Not knowing what it meant, only knowing it felt good. Right. She was quaking in his arms and he pulled back with worry. She looked overwhelmed and he felt a glimmer of hope that she felt it, too - whatever it was. "Aren't you going to continue your scavenger hunt?" she asked weakly. He brushed some hair off her face and smiled gently. "How many more?" he asked. "Just one," she said. "I think I'll let it show itself," he said slowly, grazing her back with his fingernails. "I'll let it surprise me..." He kissed her again, cupping her behind and pressing her to him, his aching hardness still covered in clothes and begging for release. She writhed against him and let out a breathy laugh. "Cracking under the pressure, huh?" she said coyly, running a finger down his cheek. Something in him snapped and he grabbed her hand, pressing it to his crotch, illustrating just how much he was cracking under the pressure, though that was an understatement. He was rapidly falling into some abyss where there was just his baser instincts and her. Just - her. Her feel and smell and taste, and his need to have her, take her, to make her his. To make her understand how he felt about her even though he didn't understand it himself. Her fingers immediately found his erection and stroked it through his pants. He let out a soft moan. He removed her hand and pressed it into the mattress, studying her closely. Her eyes widened when he tightened his grip on her wrist, but her chest rose to meet his, her nipples brushing against his shirt. "I'm going to take your panties off now," he said in a voice he didn't recognize, low and rough. She nodded faintly, her lower lip catching in her teeth. He smothered a groan at the sight. "I'm going to slide those pretty, lacy panties down those gorgeous legs," he continued, nuzzling her ear. "And then," he said, brushing his lips against hers. "Then I'm going to see if your pussy tastes as good as your tits." --- The moan burst out of Eve's throat involuntarily. Her head fell back, her eyes drifting shut. The rich timber of his voice, the voice telling her what he was going to do to her, in words cruder than she ever would have expected from him...it vibrated through her entire body, centering between her legs. Her chest rose off the bed as his mouth and hands traveled over her breasts and down her torso, her pulse quickening in anticipation. The scrape of his buttons against her skin reminded her that he was still dressed. That she would soon be completely exposed and vulnerable while he hadn't so much as removed his shoes. Surprisingly, her only problem with it was that she wanted to see him, all of him. Wanted to explore the muscles she had only briefly studied while he was in his medicated haze, wanted to greedily dip her fingers into the ridges and lines of his body. "Can I - can I undress you?" she asked tentatively. His fingers were hooked under her panties, about to drag them down her legs, and he stopped to look at her, resting his chin on her thigh. "Later," he said gruffly. Her panties were gone in a flash and his warm breath was between her thighs. All thoughts left her. All there was in the world were his lips, his fingers, his tongue. Swirling, nibbling, licking, sucking. Teasing the sensitive crease where her thigh met her heated center. Running the length of her wetness. Flicking the swollen nub and making her cry out. Fingers gripping her hips, pressing her into the mattress. Making sparks of electricity charge through her, burning sparks that reached her fingers and toes, her ears, all tingling with the promise of more. He was relentless, his movements seemingly erratic but methodically pushing her toward climax. Teasing, alternately punishing and rewarding her, his lips and tongue working complete magic. Gently pulling one of her outer lips deep into his mouth before repeating it with the other. Entering her slowly with just a fingertip, then withdrawing just as slowly. Then plunging into her, making her hips fly off the bed. Flinging an arm across her body, holding her steady. Circling her clit, then ignoring it completely as his tongue entered her. Lapping and curling inside her. Moaning against her. She gripped the bedding in her fists. She had been crying out, wailing, making unintelligible sounds. This was more than just giving her pleasure. It was as if he was trying to crawl inside her, trying to memorize every inch of her, trying to experience what he was making her feel right along with her. Never before had anyone been just so terrifically present. The realization pushed her to the edge and her entire body seized in that delicious moment before release. Her mouth dropped open and she looked down in surprise. He must have been watching her because their eyes locked instantaneously. He blinked and seemed to nod, his eyes burning into hers, his nose and mouth buried in her heated core. It was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. She came apart, trembling and shrieking and close to sobbing, her body convulsing. He kept his arm across her waist and his lips closed over her clit, creating a vacuum-like suction. In all her flailing she kept her eyes on his, unable to look away even when her body finally calmed and he gradually lessened his ministrations, giving her tender kisses and gentle swipes of his tongue. His beard rubbed against her thighs and she shivered. "Will," she gasped, collapsing onto the bed. He inhaled deeply and she shuddered, her legs closing around his head. His laugh rumbled against her and she gave a small squeal, still incredibly sensitive. She was in a fog, only vaguely aware of him sliding next to her and taking her in his arms. His warmth surrounded her and she melted into him, her chest still heaving from exertion. --- Will was only able to take short, gasping breaths as he pulled her to him, her limp body covered in a light sheen of sweat. She sunk into him with a deep, satisfied sigh, and he felt a startling pressure behind his eyes. He blinked rapidly, his body humming. He felt simultaneously spent and energized, as if he were the one recovering from climax. Maybe he was, of a sort. He had never felt so connected to a woman's release, every twitch of her body, every clenching of her muscles transmitting the same pleasure to him. Trying to slow his breathing, knowing she needed time to recover, he stroked the length of her back with a shaky hand. She pressed her lips to his chest, just above the top button of his shirt, and he felt himself tumbling into the unknown all over again. With a heated growl, he launched himself off the bed and looked down at her, sprawled and panting, her hair splayed around her head, her eyes heavy with desire. His fingers moved efficiently on his shirt buttons and he shrugged it off his shoulders, his eyes trained on hers. She watched him with wide eyes that flicked over to his hands before meeting his again. He saw her deep inhale at the sound of his belt buckle when he released the clasp, noticed her chest flushing when he pushed his pants down his legs. Kicking his shoes and socks off, he tugged his boxers down, the words coming without thought. "I don't have any condoms," he said roughly. "But I'm clean. I can pull out -" "No," she interrupted, looking at him eagerly. "No. I'm on the pill." She licked her lips. "Please," she whispered longingly. He growled again, the noise coming from the back of his throat sounding foreign. He grabbed her wrists and held them down near her shoulders, leaning his weight on them, staring down at her with an intensity that was openly primal. His eyes wandered her face, dipping down to her breasts, heaving against him, the nipples brushing against his chest hair. He dropped his mouth to her neck, finding the sweet spot just under her ear. Meaning to tease her with his tongue. But she arched into his lips, moaning huskily, the rich taste of her making him drunk with desire, with need. On pure instinct his teeth latched on her skin, his muscles straining as the voice deep in the recesses of his mind reminded him to be gentle. A voice that was rapidly becoming a faint, distant whisper along with its warning. Whatever self-control he had been able to barely cling to was slipping away at the contact of her silky, fragrant skin. He smoothed his tongue over the spot in amends, feeling her pulse beat swiftly against his mouth. She let out a whimpering moan, the sound of arousal filling his ears, and he grazed her neck with his teeth, unable to stop himself. Wedging a knee between her legs, he urgently coaxed them apart, settling his throbbing shaft against her, warm and wet and pulsing. He kept moving his lips to every part of her he could reach, ravenously licking and biting her neck and chest and breasts. She was rocking her hips into him, her arms struggling against his hold on her wrists. He lifted her arms over her head, closing one hand around both wrists. Pressing his free hand into her hip, he gripped tightly and she stilled instantly. "You want this?" he asked, rolling his hips in circles. Her mouth moved as if she were trying to speak, but she simply nodded, her eyes glassy. "Tell me," he said in a gasp. "Tell me what you want." "I want you," she whispered, her voice almost squeaking in her plea. "You want me...to do what?" he went on mercilessly, his fingers digging into her. Her eyes shut briefly before meeting his, her look shooting through him almost painfully. The fixed, passionate look as if he was able to command all her attention with just his words. He stopped rotating his hips to press against the slick wetness that was calling out to him. "I want you - to fuck me," she gasped. He hissed, adjusting his hips so he was poised at her opening. Staring into her eyes, a deep, shimmering green, he captured her lips and thrust into her. Her teeth closed on his lip reflexively and he attacked her mouth in response, in retribution. Wrenching his lips from hers he sucked on her earlobe, pulling back with a fierce bite. "Wrap your legs around me," he breathed into her ear, letting his nose drift into her hair. She complied, hooking her knees on his hips and changing the angle of his penetration, making them both gasp. "You are so fucking sexy," he growled against her cheek before finding her mouth again. Plunging his tongue between her lips, he matched the thrusts with his cock moving inside her. Inside that tight, hot channel that was clenching around him, clutching at him, pulling him deep. So deep. Her legs were locked around him, encouraging him, her lips hot and urgent against his, tiny moans and murmurs emitting from her throat. His hand was trapped between them, his fingers still pressed so tightly into her they would surely leave a mark but he couldn't stop, needing to hold on to her as if he were at risk of disappearing if he let go. "Will!" she cried. He lifted his head, wanting to see her release, a shuddering of her entire body, jerking and bucking under him. Her full lips forming a perfect circle, her wide eyes shifting from surprise to longing to euphoria. His hips slowed, transfixed by the sight of her and she shook her head frantically. "Don't - stop," she gasped. God. As if I could, he thought, increasing the force of his thrusts. Her legs fell open and he released her wrists to clutch her inner thighs, resting his weight on them as he held them open. She fisted the covers of the bed, her body meeting his. "Oh - oh - oh - oh, God," she chanted. Her body froze for a moment. A stunning, perfect moment where their eyes met and the room receded and there was nothing but her. Just her. The dim light of the bedside lamp glinting off her skin. The slow bounce of her breasts. The hair falling over her flushed cheeks. His vision blurred around the edges and she became ethereal, hovering in a cloud like some kind of angel. Then she shrieked and her back flew off the bed with such force their chests met, her tightness gripping him so hard he gritted his teeth. She flung an arm around his neck and pulled him to her. They fell back onto the bed with her still crying out and groaning, still rocking against him. He buried his face in her neck, holding her trembling body. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she looked at him hungrily. The chasm swallowed him whole and his body moved without being instructed by his brain. Sitting up, squeezing her breasts, cupping her behind. Flipping her to her stomach with one quick shove. Tugging on her hips, pulling her to her knees, pushing himself into her divine, welcoming center. "Christ," he said in a sigh. Her head dropped to the bed, leaving her luscious behind in the air as if she were presenting herself to him. He squeezed roughly, admiring the flexing of her ass cheeks as she received him. He watched her head moving from side to side in passion. Seeing nothing but perfection. Still being driven by an unknown force, needing to know her, needing to possess her, all the while realizing that he was the one being consumed, the one at her mercy. He curved his body around hers, finding her breasts and taking her nipples between his fingers, rolling and pinching. Her body jerked, gripping his shaft like a vice. He could feel every ridge, every muscle, every slick inch of her, the sensation radiating through his body. He wrapped his hand around her hair at the base of her neck, pulling her head up. She growled and slammed her hips back. He felt his testicles constrict, the pressure building. He groaned, sweeping her hair over her shoulder, placing his lips on the gentle curve of her neck. The explosion began simultaneously, where he pounded into her and where his mouth covered her flesh. He closed his teeth around her skin and bit down hard, crying out into her as he pumped her full of his seed, his essence, his soul. --- Eve was curled up in a ball, her insides still quivering, her body shaking so much her teeth chattered. He was wrapped around her, her legs tucked up against his stomach, his arms holding her securely. He was kissing her. Not the tender kisses one might expect in the dreamy post-orgasmic moments. Kissing her fiercely, decisively. Coaxing aftershocks from her and swallowing them, absorbing them. She met his kiss with matching fervor, relishing that he still seemed aroused by her, still wanted her even though it was mere minutes since he'd had his release. She never would have expected him to be like this. So powerful and assertive and just so gloriously male. Equally surprising was her response to it, to him. Every touch, each word set her skin on fire, threatening to rip her open until she was nothing but a mass of flesh, quivering and willing. Willing to surrender total control in a way she had never considered with other men, in a way that she would have thought would be demeaning or scary but with Will she felt inexplicably safe. Cherished. Worshipped. His kiss slowed, became languorous, his tongue caressing her and leaving her breathless. He may have taken control, but what he was really doing was giving. And she was happy to receive, drinking him in, all of him. Their lips came apart and she looked at him with a shuddering sigh. "Let me tell you something," he said in a low voice. Her heart began to sink. "We are going to have to do that again," he murmured huskily, cupping her chin and staring deep into her eyes. She giggled and gripped his arms when he laughed, smiling at him. "It would be my pleasure," she said His hand skimmed her body, down her legs, grasping her feet and tucking her more tightly into his embrace. She rested her temple against his cheek, her hand splayed over his heart, feeling the strong beat beneath her fingers. "There it is," he said quietly. "Hm?" she asked without moving. She felt a finger trail over the top of her foot and grinned. He had discovered her remaining tattoo. "Tell me?" he requested. She glanced down at his finger resting on the small anchor. "It matches the one my dad got when he was in the Navy," she said, her voice sluggish. "We were leaving one of his chemo treatments...it had been so long since I'd seen it I'd forgotten he had it - he left the service long before I was born. It was a spur of the moment thing, I convinced him to come with me and the tattoo artist copied his. Then my mom yelled at both of us." He laughed softly and she joined in, meeting his eyes. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and hugged her. She untucked her legs, tangling them with his, and rested her head on his shoulder, maintaining eye contact. Running her fingers through his chest hair, his beard, stroking his brow. Never wanting to stop touching him. Never wanting him to stop looking at her the way he was looking at her right now. As if she were beautiful. As if she were precious to him. Needed. Wanted. The next thing Eve knew, she was waking up on her side, still enclosed in his warm embrace. His fingers were stroking the back of her neck. She stirred sleepily and turned her head with a smile. A smile that quickly disappeared when she saw his furrowed brow and stunned expression. Road Trip Ch. 03 --- It took Will a moment to register that she had moved. His fingers traced the impression his teeth had made on her shoulder, seeing the beginnings of a bruise. His stomach turned, the regret boiling up inside him. He had never laid a hand on a woman in his life, had certainly never bitten one. He couldn't even remember doing it, he had been so swept up in his lust, his mind - his body - crazy with need for her. What else did I do? Images flooded his mind. Holding her down so she couldn't move. Stripping her bare in front of him while he remained fully clothed. Making her tell him what she wanted. Pulling her hair. God, what he'd said to her. He never used words like that. He'd always prided himself on treating women with the utmost respect. He swallowed hard. Even as remorse washed over him, he felt a stirring between his legs at the memory and hated himself for it. She was looking at him, he could tell. Could feel her stare. He had to instruct his eyes to meet hers, afraid of what he would see there. If she would be angry or disgusted or scared. Not knowing how he would handle any of it. A sharp pain went through his heart when he saw she looked worried. He dropped his forehead to rest on her back, kissing the bite mark softly. "I'm so sorry, Eve," he mumbled into her skin. She wiggled and turned in his arms. "What are you talking about?" she asked warily. His fingers found the mark and he pressed lightly. She didn't react. "I...bit you," he said regretfully. "I've never done anything like that before in my life, I swear. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you -" "Oh, my God," she interrupted, looking amused. "Are you kidding? That was so hot." "What?" He gaped at her. Her cheeks turned pink and she lowered her eyes to his chest where her fingers were tickling the springy hair. "You don't have to apologize for that - for any of it," she told him. "But -" He stopped, astonished. "But - I don't want you to feel like I don't respect you." "I don't feel disrespected," she said calmly. "But -" he repeated stupidly. "Why?" She raised one shoulder in a shrug, tilting her head as she looked at him. "I don't know. It made me feel...desired. Like - you wanted me so much that you just took charge and I was helpless to do anything about it," she said shyly. He stared at her, still confused. "Does that make you lose respect for me?" she asked in a small voice. "No," he said vehemently, drawing her to him. "No. I think you're wonderful." He pressed his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. "I just got worried - it's never been like that for me." "I liked it. I never would have thought I'd like it so much," she admitted. "Promise you won't rat me out to the feminist nation or anything." He chuckled. "What do they know, anyway?" He hooked a finger under her chin so their eyes met. "That was amazing," he whispered. She nodded, smiling dreamily as he tucked her head into the crook of his neck. "It's never been like that for me, either," she whispered, so softly he almost didn't hear it. --- Early morning light filtered through the thin hotel sheers, making Eve grimace. She squinted at the windows, trying to gather the energy to get up and close the heavy drapes. Without moving she could feel the soreness in her limbs and muscles, the delicious ache of being thoroughly satisfied. She rolled over and pressed her face into Will's chest, breathing him in. He was warm and musky. His arms instinctively tightened around her and she peeked up at him. He was still asleep, his hair adorably tousled, his features relaxed. The corners of his mouth were turned up slightly in a cryptic smile. She rested a finger on his chin, curling it in his facial hair, studying his face. Wondering how he could look somehow dignified even in sleep, especially after last night. Her entire body flushed at the memory. She had told him the truth; she had loved every second of it. Still not completely understanding her reaction, she couldn't help the unease niggling at her, wondering if there was something wrong with her that she liked it so much. Hoping that he meant it when he said he didn't think less of her. She deliberately set aside her concerns. Nothing had ever felt so good. He's set the bar impossibly high, she thought giddily. The smile that had begun to grow on her lips instantly disappeared. The realization that no one else would likely compare was depressing. She nestled into him, as if their contact could prolong whatever this was. How was she going to walk away from this? From him? She knew it was inevitable. Maybe not today, but very soon. Would he even care? Maybe this was just some fling, some reintroduction to the single life now that his wife had left him. What she had felt when he kissed her, was inside her, when he held her - it was so strong, so powerful. That couldn't just be her. Right? she asked herself. It must mean something. She was relieved when his eyes opened, finding hers immediately. He seemed to come out of sleep completely aware, without any confusion or needing time to focus. Their eyes locked and his gaze calmed her. She felt it again, whatever it was. She didn't have a name for it but felt it, the reassuring connection, the trust, the overwhelming wonder of it all. It'll be okay. It'll be okay. The mantra repeated in her brain and she smiled at him. "Hi," he said quietly. "Hi," she repeated, tangling her fingers in his beard playfully. He gave her a slow smile, heavy with meaning that she felt straight through to her core. "How do you feel?" he asked. "I feel fantastic," she said, grinning. "You?" He chuckled, hugging her to him and dropping a kiss on her forehead. "There are no words, Eve. No words." She giggled, giving his chest a small bite. He jumped and pinched her behind in response. She looked up in time to see his expression grow sober. "What do you want to do now?" he asked. She let out a dreamy sigh. "Well, I'm supposed to meet the girls for brunch - we were going to spend the day together. Then maybe dinner and more dancing if you want to join us," she added teasingly. He gave a short laugh. "That's not what I meant," he said softly. Cupping her cheek, he nudged her face off his chest so she could see his eyes, a pale, subdued blue. "What do you want to do - about...us?" he said hesitantly. "Oh." Us. Eve chewed her lip nervously, knowing she couldn't avoid the topic. "What do you want to do?" she asked unsteadily. He looked at her tenderly, running a thumb across her lower lip. She forced herself to keep eye contact, trying to mask her anxiety, able to see him choosing his words carefully. "I don't know...I know I don't want to say goodbye to you, I can tell you that much," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Beyond that -" He stopped and shook his head slightly, looking uncertain. "Yeah. Beyond that," she repeated quietly, thrill and disappointment battling with each other inside her. "Would you come with me to Sturgis?" he said suddenly. Her head jerked in surprise. "Come with you - really?" she said. "If you want," he said almost shyly. "The rally isn't until August so there's still time to see Georgia or wherever else you wanted to go." She looked at him quizzically. "You want me to meet you there?" she asked, puzzled. "No - well, not no, if you wanted to do it that way, but that's not what I meant...I mean -" He sighed in frustration, looking at her helplessly. "You, sweetheart, have effectively destroyed my ability to communicate," he said, only partly joking. She snickered. He stroked her brow, nodding slowly while his eyes followed his finger trailing down her cheek. Her throat went dry, stunned by the intensity of his gaze. She cleared her throat, trying to concentrate. "So...you want to come with me to Georgia? And then go to Sturgis together?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant while her heart bounced around her chest excitedly. "To Georgia, to Alaska, wherever. I want to come with you, period." He smiled tentatively. "If that's what you want." She grinned at him. "I would love for you to come with me," she emphasized. He chuckled, his fingers twining in her hair as he lowered his mouth to hers. She let herself fall into his kiss. Blissfully, deeply, eagerly falling. Road Trip Ch. 03: Rose and Renee 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". ***** Rose and Renee were in their semi-identical mode, or 'SIM' as they called it. Each wore the same outfit consisting of a white polo shirt, khaki cargo shorts with elastic unbelted waist, white crew sock in pink Nikes, and hair loosely pulled back to the nape of the neck with a plastic clip. The only difference was Rose's clip was bright red and Renee's was shiny black. Sitting on the back seats, they were, for the most part, quietly absorbed with their phones, playing games or looking at their Facebook pages, and listening to music through their earbuds. Occasionally one or the other would laugh, or poke her sister and whisper something. Meanwhile, up front, Kent drove and Arthur constantly scanned the Sirius XM, unable to settle on 'something worth listening to' for more than a few minutes at a time. Kent laughed inwardly because his dad stll did not seem clear on how the subscription channels worked and thought he might get more or different offerings every hundred miles or so. "Oh well, "Kent thought for the umpteenth time," he has an i-Phone and uses e-mail, so that's something." North State University was farther away, and in the opposite direction, from Central University where Ross was going to play football, but the twins had earned full-ride basketball scholarships to NSU, so, for the next four years at least, the kids woud be separated for the first time. This would be the beginning of an interesting growth period for all of them. With evening coming on and still hours to drive to the motel, Kent pulled into a truckstop chain well known for its good food and clean restrooms. Kent claimed a booth and held it while Arthur and the girls used the bathrooms. When they returned, Kent took a walk saying,"Order me a Denver omelette, O.J., and whole wheat toast if the waitress shows up before I do, Dad." "Will do, Son," replied Arthur, to his brother's disappearing back. To the twins he said, "That sounds good to me, too. What are you girls thinking about?" "Banana pancakes, link suasages and whipped cream," they chirped in near unison. Arthur laughed and said, "I should have guessed. Do you ever order anything else from a breakfast meneu?" "We like bananas, and sausages, and whipped cream, Uncle Art!" Renee said with a grin. Yes," added Rose slyly, but sometimes we mix it up and order that warm sticky syrup with the nuts..." "...you know, Uncle Art, pecans." finished Renee. Arthur, seated to face Renee, with Rose on his left to the outside of the booth bench, could not see Rose's left eye as she impishly winked at her sister, but he could not help hearing the mrth in her voice when she said, "Yes, that the one. Let's see if they have any. We'll get sticky nuts and creamy sausages with our pancakes!" The waitress was finishing the order as Kent arrived and slid into the booth opposit Rose and beside Renee. "Oh, good, cofee is already here," he said. "Did you order the usual?" he asked, smiling at Rose and then at Renee. "Yes," answered Renee but they didn't have the really good syrup we like..." "..but," added Rose, "Uncle Art noticed they have pecan sweet rolls and we ordered a couple of them." "Yep," said Arthur, "I can't let my nieces suffer. They need sticky nuts on their sweet buns." "No," agreed Kent, "They deserve to be fully indulged." Both men laughed and reached arms behind and around the twins and hugged them tight. Niether girl flinched from the close contact. In fact, each pushed herself sideways to jam up against the man next to her. Arthur and Kent felt the increased body heat along their legs and the warm bulging teen breasts pressing against their ribs. The family dynamic turned and took on new dimensions. Arthur pulled his arm back, looking across to Kent, who did likewise. Renee and Rose also exchanged glances without losing their dimpled smiles. Renee brought her left hand, under the table top, across her body to drop on her father's left leg at mid-thigh. Turning and craning her neck, she kissed him on his cheek, enjoying the slight abrasion of his 5 o'clock shadow against her soft lips, and said, "Thank you, Daddy, for always being so good to us!" Rose twisted on the bench toward Arthur, raised her left hand and laid her palm flat on his chest. Toying absently with his shirt button, she said, "and you, too, Uncle Art! We both love both of you so much 'cause you are always there when we need anything." The waitress approached the booth as the brothers said "Thank you" to the twins. Mistaking the words to be directed to her, she said "You're welcome," delivered the food and departed. The family burst out laughing at this and then turned to their plates. While the men ate quietly and steadily, the twins picked at, and even played with, their favorite breakfast. Rose carefully extracted all the banana bits she could find in her pancakes, pushed them into a pile and mixed them with the whipped cream. Sticking an index finger into the mess, she twirled it until it was coated and then pulled it up to her mouth and pushed the tip between her lips past her teeth and slurped. When her finger was clean, Rose pulled it from her mouth, scraped errant drops of cream from her chin and licked the finger clean again. Meanwhile, Renee used a table knife to shave the pecans and caramel topping from her sweet roll and spread the goo thickly along the tops of her link sausages. Picking up the bumpy, sticky sausages with her finger tips, she dunked them in the pitcher of syrup next to her pancakes and stabbed them briefly into the whipped cream topping before she popped them whole into her mouth to chew and swallow. Kent reminded them there was still a significant drive before they got to their waiting motel and the twins agreed to finish their meals in normal fashion. Soon they were all moving toward the Jeep when Renee broke into a sprint and yelled "SHOTGUN!" to claim the front passenger seat, leaving the back to Rose and a protesting Arthur. "My long legs will probably cramp up back here," he complained, to no avail. "You didn't call 'shotgun!' and I did, so too bad!" retorted Renee with a grin pierced by her pink tongue. "Besides, Uncle Art, "I'll move the seat up and you'll have oodles of legroom." Rose tugged at his jeans' hip pocket and said,"It'll be OK, Uncle Art. If you get a cramp, Coach showed me how to rub it out." Kent just shrugged, saying nothing as he got behind the wheel and started the motor. With seating assignments arranged beyond discussion, the quartet moved back onto the highway. Rose wasted no time snugging up to her uncle in the back seat and asking,"Do you have enough room, Ucle Art? Do you think you're going to get all stiff and need to be rubbed?" "Well, Honey, it's too soon to say," answered Arthur, "we'l just have to see how it goes. But, tell me, have you been keeping up with your rope jumping? "Oh, yes, both Renee and I are totally running and jumping. We remember how important you said endurance and leg strength is for perfrmance." "Good, that's good," Arthur said. He placed his right hand down into the footwell behind Kent's seat grabbing Rose's right calf just above her crewsock. "Flex, sweetie, let me feel your muscle." Rose tensed her calf and Arthur moved his cupped palm up and down, clucking approvingly, "Nice." Continuing upward, he paused behind her knee and bent his wrist out encouraging Rose to move her left leg toward the door. As her knees and thighs gapped in response, Arthur's hand moved up under the loose leg hem of her cargo shorts. "Now, your hams," Arthur said, sliding and gripping the back of her thigh as Rose again tensed her leg. "Mmm, yes," breathed Arthur, rotating his hand over her leg. Rose's shorts covered her uncle's hand, wrist and lower forearm. Fascinated, she watched his hidden paw move beneath the cloth like a small animal. "And your quads, sweetie," Arthur added, splaying his fingers out to squeeze that hard muscle, "Oh, yes, very nice, indeed. I am so pleased you are working out as we have discussed." Increasing and decreaing his grip Arthur kneaded his niece's leg muscles up, down, over and under from her knee nearly to her buttocks. He was gratified to hear her small sharp intakes and short releases of breath as he rubbed. "Yes, Honey, I think you are definately coming along. What do you think?" Arthur asked. "Oh, Uncle, yes, mmm...yes!" Rose gasped, then she slid back and away from so she lay flat across the rear seat. Her head was against the driver's side door and her right leg, with her uncle's hand still buried in her cargo shorts, extended over Arthur's lap. Rose's left leg was off the seat in the passenger side footwell with her foot flat on the floor and her knee at a 45 degree angle. Arthur slid his arm further under her shorts and extended his fingers locating the crease where thigh, pelvis and bottom met. He wiggled his fingertip to get under the right leg seam of Rose's panties and traced the line along her soft skin with his trimmed fingernail. When Arthur heard her whimper, he quickly freed himself and brought both his hands to Rose's waist. Diving them under, and expanding, the elastic waistband, he yanked her shorts to her knees. Even in the dim halflight, Arthur could see a darker shadowed splotch on the front of Rose's panties, verifying her body's reaction to his touch was precisely as she had previously described to Renee. "Hmmm," Arthur spoke in a low tone, "I noticed your tight glutes when I swatted you this morning, but your PJ's hid your abs." Hooking his thumbs under Rose's polo shirt's bottom hem, he pushed it up to perch on the bra covering her now heaving bosom. Arthur leaned forward and slowly stroked the flat of his right hand along Rose's stomach while his left hand gripped high on her extended leg, thumb pressed delicately against her soaked panties' crotch. Arthur paused his movements long enough to plant a quck kiss on Rose's navel, revelling in her pussy's scent filling his nostrils. Rose squirmed and moaned under the attention. From the front of the Jeep, Kent asked, "Hey, is everything OK back there?" "Oh, yeah, Son," Arthur said, "We're in fine shape back here." Looking up from his niece's tummy, he smiled, winked, and asked very softly, "Aren't we, sweetie?" "y-y-yes, mmm... ooH!" Rose sputtered tremulously. "Alright," replied Kent, "But let me know if I need to pull over. I don't want to clean up any puke!" Renee, meanwhile, her earbuds in and her music up, was unaware of the outside world. Arthur continued his progress. Sliding his right hand to Rose's panties' waist,he pressed her tummy enough to slip under the elastic. He arched his wrist, tenting the sticky material, and burrowed through her downy snatch to find the hooded button at the top of her pussy's slippery cleft. Rose yipped, bucking her hips. "Shush, shush, Honey," Arthur cooed, his left hand under her ass and his right index finger embedded to the first knuckle in her slit, "we aren't there yet." Bringing his hands out of her drawers, Arthur returned to Rose's upper pavilion. He pulled her polo until it was bunched under her arms and across her thoat latch. Rose excitely collapsed her arms around her uncle's neck as he pushed her bra cups above her swollen puffy nippples, releasing her imprisoned breasts to the custody of his palms. "Rose, your pecs have developed very well, sweetie," Arthur praised her. His strong hands massaged her tits while he deliberately sucked first her left, and then her right, nipple. She raised her hands to the back of her uncle's head pulling him down hard, flattening his face on her crushed breast. Arthur's tongue danced teasing and twirling as his lips tugged her nipples until she bit his shoulder to avoid screaming. Rose shook in convulsions. She held Arthur so tight her body ached. The delicious intense pleasure passed to become a warm glow allowing her to relax. "Oh, Uncle! That was amazing," she panted. When her breathing normalized, she asked, "Can we do it again? Soon? will it always be like this?" Rose, sweetie," Arthur answered, "we can do it lots and maybe it will be like this or maybe it will feel even better. Who can say? But let's tidy ourselves up and rest until we get to the motel." *** About the time Arthur and Rose drifted into their naps, Renee pulled her earbuds out. Turning off her music, she tugged Kent's sleeve. "I'm super bored, Dad, are we about there yet?" "No, not really, Honey," he replied, turning his head to give her an exaggerated 'sad face' look. "Well, I've listened to all my music and I'm not sleepy or anything and it looks like Rose and Uncle Art are out of it," she said, not noticing the wry grin on her dad's face when she mentioned her uncle and sister. "Anyway I don't know what to do and it's too dark to look out the window!" She engineered her most effective pout and waited. "Well, Honey," Kent responded, "I don'tknow what to tell you. I'm driving and I'm awake, so if you want to talk and keep me company, that would be nice." "OK, I guess," Renee said in an uncertain tone. "Can I scoot over and sit on the console beside you? I promise I won't crowd you or mess with the gears or anything." "I don't know," Kent objected, "It looks like a benchseat and the console is sturdy enough for sure, but there's no seatbelt." "Oh Daddy! "Don't be like that!" reproached his daughter. "It's pitch dark and even if a policeman did see us I could get buckled up fast. Besides, you're a safe driver, hardly anyone's on the road and it's not like you were going to take us over a cliff or something!" Renee's logic was not impeccable but her earnestness was implacable. With no more protest from her father she unbuckled and moved over. Renee leaned her upper body on Kent, her left arm along his neck on the seat back below the headrest. Her ass was perched on the console cover and her bent legs directed her knees to the dash, while her calves, ankles and feet were supported by the passenger seat. True to her words, the "S-shape" of her posture was well clear of the floor mounted automatic transmission, but if she was not crowding him, Kent may have been crowding her. His right arm snaked around her back, along her right side, with his hand resting on her hip. In effect, the two appeared fused like the butter melting on the pancakes back at the truckstop. Renee began to tell her dad about the latest changes to her Facebook page but, noticing he lacked enthusiasm for this, she changed her tack to engage him in a more serious discussion. "Dad," she started, "we can talk about anything, right? I mean you won't get stuffy or mad and you'll give me straight anwsers, right?" "Sure, Renee," Kent answered, concerned where this was heading but smart enough not to indicate that concern. "What's up? Sounds like you have a problem..." "Not exactly, Daddy," she continued, "but remember back at the restaurant when we were all laughing and hugging?" "Yep," nodded Kent, "I don't recall what was funny but we were having a good time." "Well, you know," Renee went on, "we were goofing around with our food and you and Uncle Art were talking about 'sticky nuts' and 'sweet buns' and stuff and I put my hand on your thigh and thanked you for being a Great Dad..." "Yeah, I remember all of that," agreed Kent. "...Well..." Renee paused to take a deep breath, casuing Kent's cock to twinge as he felt her lungs fill and push her left breast higher and more firmly on his side, "I had a funny feeling just then" she continued to confess, "and then...when I touched your leg, it was like a warm rock. It was hard and warm and it just made my funny feeling more 'funny' you know? Plus, I had that same feeling this morning, too, when Uncle Art was in our room helping us pack. He hugged us, like he does sometimes," Renee went on, "and he patted our bottoms when he left, like he's done lots of times, but this time was different. I got this 'funny feeling' kind of like I had to pee, but not quite." Renee sucked in another deep breath and Kent felt another, stronger, twinge. She let out the breath and said, "Anyway, Rose said she felt 'wet' and I realized I did too, and that was part of it but not all of it. Then at the table I felt it again when we hugged and even more when I touched your leg. So, what's wrong with me, Dad? Am I turning into a weirdo or something?" "Oh sweetie, sweetie, sweetie!" consoled Kent, patting her hip softly and rubbing her bottom in a light circle. "Absolutely nothing is wrong with you or weird. It's part of growing from a girl into a woman. How do you feel right now? You are cuddled with me. My hand is on your hip and your bottom. Is it weird?" "No, it feels good," answered Renee, "Kind of warm all over and nice, but still a little 'funny' like I said before. It is a little weird and uncomfortable, too, because I want the feeling to be either stronger or to go away, if that makes any sense." "That makes perfect sense, Honey," Kent acknowledged, "Shall we look into that paradox?" "OK, Daddy, how?" asked Renee. "I need more information and it will be important that you trust me, as you always have, and are honest if I ask you questions, even some very personal ones. Nothing bad will happen and it can be a fun game even though it will be serious,too." Checking back with his daughter, Kent asked "Do you understand and want to experiment and see if that feeling can be made stronger and to go away at the same time?" "Oh, yes, Dad! Let's do it!" Renee assented eagerly, "What's first?" "Alright, first," inquired Kent, "you said you felt 'wet,' so, what did you mean by that? Were you in a sweat, like after a ballgame? Were you drenched, like standing in a shower or a rainstorm?" "Oh no, it was more a sensation thing, like, I felt damp or sticky. That kind of wet." she answered. "Hmmm... where did you feel this sensation?" he pressed. "Well, umm, like, between my legs, in my croch,...you know, in my, ummm, vagina," Renee stumbled bravely over the intimate information and her faced flushed with sudden heat. "Ah. OK, I think I get it," Kent replied evenly. "Listen, sweetie, I am your dad, not a bioology book or a doctor, so let's, between us, use plain, non-technical, common language where we can, OK?" "Um, OK." nodded Renee. "OK then," continued Kent,"so, what do you call your private crotch area when you talk with Rose or your girlfriends at school?" "Well, I call it my... 'pussy', or sometimes I say 'cunt' and so does Rose and my friends do, too." answered Renee nervously but without stammering. "Alright, good!" praised Kent. "That's what I mean about plain talk. So I want to check and see if your pussy is at all 'wet' right now. Are you OK with that?" "Ummm, I guess so," hazarded Renee. "How are you going to do that?" "Watch and you will find out," answered Kent, moving his hand up from her ass to her waist. Tucking first his fingers, then his thumb and finally his whole hand under the elastic at the top of her shorts, he slid it, enjoying the silky texture of her panties, along the curve of her hip, back to its original position. Then, pushing his hand further rearward, he cupped her cheek and laid his fingers along the crack of her ass. Kent extended his reach until his middle and index fingers were parallel to, and rubbing on, her cotton clad cunt and his thumb depressed the cloth slightly into her anus. Renee gasped. With this pressure on her pussy lips and asshole, her 'funny feeling' immediately reasserted itself. "There, Dad, right...THERE! Unhh!" she panted, "I feel funny and wet right there." Road Trip Ch. 03: Rose and Renee "I'm not surprised, Honey," Kent observed,"because your pussy actually is very wet. Your panties are sticking to your skin, and when I rub on your lips, like this," Kent demonstrated, taking his time, "you ooze juice right through the cloth and onto my fingers." Kent retrieved his hand and brought his fingers to his nose and mouth enjoying his daughter's musky scent and taste. "Take off your cargo shorts, Renee, but leave your panties on," Kent directed. As she complied, he continued, "I want to do a couple of things but you will need to cooperate fully if we are going to fix your feeling, so, also take off your bra but leave your shirt on." Renee pulled her polo over her head and Kent risked taking his eyes off the road momentarily to notice how well formed her breasts were as they nestled in the soft demi-cups of her bra. As she reached behind to unsnap and shrug off the bra, they jiggled enticingly. Kent forced himself, for safety sake, to avert his eyes and watch the road. Renee put her shirt back on and asked, "Now what, Daddy?" "OK, Renee, now sit back down on the console as close to me as you can, but with your feet and legs over in the passenger's footwell," said Kent. "Good," he affirmed as she moved. "Do your nipples hurt, throb, or have any sensation that is different than times when you don't have your 'funny' feeling?" asked Kent, reaching around Renee's back, under her polo, to lightly hold and support her left breast. "Well, now that you mention it," she noted, "they tingle, sort of, and I am very aware of them, which usually I am not. Plus, they are all puffy and pushed out from my breasts while they are mostly flat, unless I'm cold." "Right, OK, we're starting to make progress," Kent said. He squeezed her tit firmly, then relaxed. "How did that feel, sweetie?" he asked, squeezing and relaxing again, and then a third time in a smooth slow rhythm. "Oooh, Daddy, that's, um, ... Nice!" she answered. "My nipples still tingle but my whole body feels like a straw with warmth running right through it. I think my pussy is oozing again. I even feel wet on my thighs!" "Good, Honey, that's very good," Kent said softly, continueing the pulsing squeezes interspersed with flicks of his thumb or finger on her throbbing nipple as it stood in his hand. "Oh, Daddy, that feels wonderful and it is too much, all at the same time," sighed Renee with little short gasps. "OK, we'll stop that and check out something else," replied Kent, "spin around so you are on your knees on the seat, feet toward me, legs apart, and you are looking out the side window," her father commanded. Renee adjusted her body as instructed, presenting her ass and dripping pussy in her drenched panties to Kent's view and easy reach. "Perfect, he told her, sticking out his right hand. He tugged the panties' waistband until they finally broke free from their wet clinging hold on her cunt and slid down gathering at her knees on the seat. Kent drug the back of his finger tips up her left thigh and inserted his first two digits into her pussy's well lubricated mouth. "OOh!" she exclaimed as her dad slowly rocked his fingers back and forth. "Mmm..mm..ooph!" She moaned, when he slid them along her slit to her clitoris, peekeing from its hood to see what was happening. The first contact made her lurch forward and squeal, but Renee immediately, reflexively, pushed her ass back to recapture and hold the feeling. Kent retreated along the slice to its base and wiggled his way deeper into her cunt. He moved up and down her walls, even as they contracted, and kept easing deeper until, at last, he bumped into a familiar barrier. As a protective father and a prospective lover, Kent was glad to know his daughter was a virgin and he aimed to exercise the pleasurable duty of initiating her to womanhood. At the same time he was equally sure Rose was similarly chaste but he imagined her defloration would come from his father's actions, since he was already showing a keen interest in her. "No problem," thought Kent, "I'm satisfied to beat him to the puch with Renee." As Kent mused on future sessions and concentrated on the driving, too, he kept up his regular plunging, wiggling, fingerfucking until he noticed Renee's hips were rolling, bucking and pushing back with increased ferocity and he feared her hymen would rupture and spoil the fun for his dick. Still, Kent wanted Renee to fully appreciate her experience, so he carefully and subtly shortened his own pushes and resumed sliding to the top of her cunt to fiddle her clit. This was a wildly successful strategy. Soon Renee was bouncing on her knees saying "Yes! Yes! Oh, Daddy, Oh Daddy, Yes!" over and over again. Her naturally pale complected hands were snow white from pressure as she braced herself and held the door frame. Her breasts swung like pendulums inside her polo shirt. Her hair fell, matted with sweat, around her face as her breathing became rapid and short. "OH MY GOD. DADDY!" Renee screamed finally, and shook like a leaf in a high wind. Kent grinned from ear to ear at the sound of his daughter's orgasm. Rose and Arthur, brought sharply awake by the commotion, instantly understood and smiled knowlingly. Renee, briefly sheepish, recovered her senses, got back into all of her clothes and buckled her seatbelt thrilled to notice the funny feeling was all gone. An hour later Kent pulled the Jeep into the motel lot. Arthur registered for all of them. The night auditor seemed unintrested in his duties beyond taking Arthur's credit card, handing him the keys and giving him parking instructions.