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Romancing the Librarian Pt. 01

By: SierraSprite



Excitement in Death Valley

I met Marian at a fund raiser for the library. We knew each other distantly, but socialized with different people. She had a degree in library science in her past, and substituted for the full time librarians when they went on vacation. She was tall and slim and always well dressed. Elegant wasn't quite the right word. There was a quality of aloofness that added to her feminine allure. It said this was not a woman to make a casual pass at.

"Hello, Jeff, are you enjoying the event?" I was a writer. A nearly fifty year old divorced writer, to be more exact. I had grown up in an academic family with a respect for learning, so libraries and librarians fitted into my world view of goodness.

"Just getting some of my donation back in a glass." I smiled at her and she laughed with me. "You've been on the donor list forever, don't kid me. By the way, I saw that piece you did on the salmon up north. It was very good. Sounded like the trip to research it was fun."

The article was free lance that I had done on the spur of the moment, not counting much on it being picked up. But it was and got a lot of positive feedback. My editor sent an email complimenting me and asking when the next novel would be done if I was catting around in the redwoods.

"I caught hell from my editor for that one. She wants my next manuscript, not salmon." We laughed again. "Are you an outdoor person," I asked.

She spoke carefully, "A little. But it's nice to get away to quiet places now and then." She paused, and added, "Do you like company on your trips?"

I gave her my quizzical look that invited more conversation. "Do you have a favorite place that could generate another free lance feature? I pay for good leads."

She reached out and touched my hand. I felt more than a touch. "If you are flirting with me, I like that. My friends tell me I should be dating, but it's really hard after twenty years of being a single mother. Sarah is at Wellesley, so I don't have a good reason not to get out."

"I'm not sure you need a date with a divorced, middle aged writer, but it would be fun to try." I looked straight into her wide blue eyes. They didn't blink, and she quietly said, "What if we went around to Lee Vining and looked for rare birds?"

"If you are serious, my brother will lend us his RV and we can camp." We were exchanging noncommittal glances, but some emotion was flowing.

"I have a substitute assignment going on right now, what about week after next?"

Not quite believing a five minute conversation was getting me a trip with this special woman, I looked at her and said, "I would really like that. Let's go to lunch on Friday and talk about details. My treat."

"No, if you are providing the camping equipment, I am doing the food and buying lunch too." Her eyes were dancing. She emphasized 'equipment' as though it was a private joke between us. For me, at least, the aloofness was melting.

Ten days later, on a sunny warm morning, we were cruising down the highway on the east side of the Sierra with twenty-five feet of RV behind us. Marian had a big smile on her face and said, "This is fun! I've always looked down on the RV crowd, but it has its virtues, doesn't it?"

"My brother says if you keep the RV park directory handy, and think ahead a bit, it can be very pleasant. Just don't plan on stopping or turning around any old place!"

"Are girls on a first date with you allowed to drive it?" Her smile was getting my juices going. I asked myself what goes on between a 51 year old man and a 42 year old female on a first date. Time would tell.

Marian said, "We could detour to that gold mining town for lunch if you think the RV will take some gravel road."

"That's a great idea. I haven't been to Bodie since I was a kid."

After a dusty stretch of gravel road, I parked on a rise above the abandoned town that once held ten thousand miners. The view south to the Mono Lake basin, and east into the Nevada desert, was spectacular. I got out the camp chairs and a folding table while Marian unpacked the lunch.

"Would you like me to open some wine or get you a beer?" I inquired

She gazed up at me from her canvas chair, looking very comfortable. "The wine and the altitude will put me to sleep in no time. Have you decided where this luxury vehicle is going to spend the night?"

"Let's skip the alcohol while we ponder that important question." I got lemonade from the refrigerator and brought two glasses out. Marian had her binoculars and was looking down at Mono Lake. "I can almost see the birding platform at the northern end of the lake. Do we get to go there this afternoon?" She looked at me and smiled. I leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose.

"You made a wonderful choice getting us this far. I'm content to have you navigate. Feels reassuring, somehow, to have a librarian in charge of where I'm going."

She reached over and ran her fingers through my hair. "You are just funning me, Jeff Martin. If I couldn't see Mono Lake right in front of me, I wouldn't have a clue where we were or where to go." She smiled and almost giggled as she took another bite of roasted tomato and avocado sandwich. I could get used to gourmet chow in the mountains.

I pulled out my iPhone. "Do you have one of these?"

"No. Should I?"

I handed it to her. "Read me what it says."

"It says Google Maps wants to use your current location."

"Say ok."

"Oh my. It's showing me Mono Lake and it has this pulsing blue thing. Is that us?"

"Yep. Hard to stay lost with GPS gadgets like that phone."

She got up and came to sit in my lap. "Will you show me about all this if I'm nice to you?"

"You are already nice to me. Look at this fantastic lunch."

"Well, I could find ways to be nicer."

I hugged her and went to kiss her cheek, but got her lips instead. A long slow passionate kiss.

"What did I do to deserve that? This is only a first date."

"For a first date, you are doing a lot to impress me. I understand that women who remember the bases from their teenage years are considered hopelessly out of it."

"You don't feel out of it to me. I just got a nice kiss, and even promises of more delights if I help you learn some new technology."

"Yes, more delights. Are we going to fool around up here, or are we going down there and watch birds?"

We gathered up the lunch things and I started off, grinding down slowly through town and following more dirt road into a side canyon to the south. No signs, no railings, just a steep grade and tight curves.

"I don't see this on the road map." Her voice had an unhappy edge to it as we bounced around another tight corner.

"Look on the map on the phone."

"Yes, I see a very tiny line headed toward the lake. Is that what we are doing?"

"Yes. All of us Martin boys know the backcountry roads."

She saw through me in an instant. "If you roll this thing, your brother is going to be very unhappy."

"Yes. He has a vicious streak from time to time."

She let me concentrate on the road, but muttered under her breath about male ego. In just a few minutes more, we were out in the open at the bottom of the grade.

"Are you going to tell me the truth about this route?"

"Only if you promise not to beat me."

"If we see a murrelet, you are off the hook."

I found the parking lot with no trouble and we hiked to the platform, which jutted inconspicuously into the edge of the lake. 

An hour's watching got us a list of birds, but no murrelet. She said, "They are ocean birds, really. They even have webbed feet. But they nest in trees, mostly within easy reach of the coast. So a murrelet here is rare." 

As we walked back to the RV in lengthening shadows, she asked, "Are we still undecided about where to stop?"

"Let me show you a possibility and see what you think." About a mile away and a little higher up, there was an empty lot across from several houses. I could drive straight in and out, and the view was great.

"Here? Really?"

"A friend of my brother's owns one of those houses. The RV's been here before. I wasn't sure whether you would like it with sand and sagebrush all around."

She leaned over and kissed me again. "There! That's for getting us down that awful grade and finding such a nice spot to spend the night."

I pulled her down into my lap and tried another kiss.

"Are you being fresh?" She stuck her tongue in my mouth and explored.

"I thought french kisses were not allowed?"

"Play later, cook now. Fix us a drink."

We sipped some oakey Chardonnay and I chopped vegetables as the stir fry took shape. The shadows of the Sierra peaks lengthened over the lake, spotlighting the black volcanic island at the east end.

She asked, "Does being divorced make you gunshy about women?"

"I wouldn't be here if I was. My wife was never happy that I didn't have a regular job.We drifted apart and a guy at work started chasing her. That was it. Do you have lost loves in your past?"

She took a sip of wine and smiled at me. "I was married at twenty and widowed at twenty-one. He was in an Army vehicle on maneuvers and it overturned. Took me a while to get over, especially since I was pregnant with Sarah. I put a lot of energy into finishing school. Got coerced into looking after my grandparents and they left everything to me when they died. I live in their house on the income from their trust. Small, quiet existence."

I watched the darkness creep across the lake basin, thinking of small, quiet lives. 

"I look at you and see an attractive woman who should be doing something more exciting. Maybe my job is to light your fire."

She gave me a hard stare. "That is a terribly corny line. You couldn't pick up a teenager with that one."

I went over and stood behind her at the sink. She was stiff under my hands. I wrapped my arms around her and caressed her breasts. "I think there is some fire in you. These are teenage tits, if we are talking about teenagers."

She moved around in my embrace. Her behind rubbed on me. She could tell I was hard. "You are making me wet. Doesn't that put out fires?" She giggled.

"Female juice is incendiary."

"OMG, you are so bad. I've let myself get trapped in the wilderness with a horny writer and he is killing me with words."

My fingers worked on her neck and shoulder muscles. My tongue licked her ear and worked around to her lips. She turned and pressed into me. We kissed and rocked back and forth. The bed was only a few feet away.

"Which do you want more, me or dinner?" She was smiling and laughing again. 

"I could stand here and help."

"You will pour me some more wine and sit down."

The dinner was good. We were both hungry. Looking out the window at the lake and the few lights in Lee Vining to the south took the place of talking.

I put the dishes in the sink and said, "Let's have a walk and I'll cleanup later."

She took my hand as we strolled in the crisp desert air under a blanket of stars. "Being over here always excites me. These mountains have ruled for millions of years. Their snow waters the desert and provides food for all the creatures who survive the heat, cold and drought."

"You admire creatures with toughness?"

"I do. Think of the early humans who came here. The Indians finding their way on foot, gathering nuts. The first European men, who came thousands of miles, exploring for riches, living off the land."

"Are you tough enough to put on a pack and hike the trails and passes?"

"I've thought about it. Seems like a lot of work for not enough return. Are you a Sierra hiker?"

"My father was an oil geologist who hiked here for relaxation. He took us along when we were kids. My younger self had the same reaction you do, not enough return. But maybe we are missing something. Maybe our fire doesn't burn bright enough."

She leaned over and kissed me. "We are back to fire, are we?"

Writers, and maybe librarians too, lead a singular existence. You have to be comfortable in your own skin, as the saying goes. You have to have enough inner drive to survive the rough spots. I thought of the prospectors out here a hundred years ago. Wanting to be alone, wanting to find a bonanza of their own. A mostly demented quest.

"You are quiet."

"Do you mind?"

"No. It's peaceful. You are comfortable to be around, even if dangerous."

We stood in the chill, arms around each other's backs.

She nuzzled under my chin and said, "Take me back and make dangerous love to me."

There were curtains in the RV but she said to leave them because she liked the view and we could undress in the dark.

I sat on the bed and wrapped my arms around her waist. I eased her underwear down. She smelled like woman. I was hard. She dropped her shirt and bra, and pushed me back. I rolled us over and pulled up covers. The bed was cold.

"Can we warm up?"

"You want some tea with brandy?"

"Later. I want you first." She put my hand in her crotch, which was soft and moist. Her hand found my erection and stroked me.

"I haven't done this in a while."

"I will be especially rough on you. You said I was dangerous."

"Shut up and get in me."

Her cunt was special. Tight, slippery, squeezing me. I drove harder, getting coupled tight. She made a little groaning noise. I pulled back and thrust firmly. She humped up at me. "More."

I had been anxious about this. Flirting is fun, doing it unleashes other feelings. Little worries about performance, about discovering compatibility, or not.

We were compatible. "Hurry, I need to come."

I was giving her my best when she shouted a loud 'Yes' and came hard. I wasn't there and decided a second round would be fine.

"I needed that. I guess you could tell."

"I guessed there was fire beneath the covers."

"Your cock performs better than your mouth." She kissed me hard.

I got her a towel to cleanup with and turned on a small light to make tea. She lay there and watched me, my floppy cock still wet. "Wipe that thing. You are getting juice where it doesn't belong."

I handed her both cups and climbed back in. Our hips were joined, our lips were exchanging tastes of brandy infused tea. She draped an arm around my neck and hummed.

"Do we get to do that again?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

She leaned over me and put her empty cup on the floor.

I ran fingers down her bare back. "How does a woman your age stay trim?"

"You work at it. You do exercises, calorie counts, take up running or biking or swimming."

Her behind was tight and muscular. I palmed her globes. "What kind of muscle is this?"

"Swimming. There is an exercise center near my house. I do half an hour in the pool almost every morning."

"I'm going to revise my opinion of you. You don't just have fire, you have fiery determination."

"I'm not fiery now, I'm going to sleep."

The mountain air and altitude crashed us both.

A coyote yipping somewhere nearby woke us up. The clock's red numerals said 4:05. She was nestled into my front and felt good. I wrapped my arm around her chest and nibbled at the place where her shoulder and neck came together.

"We went to sleep too early, didn't we?"

Her hand was around my cock, which was rising to the occasion. "Someone is awake."

I got up to pee. She followed and sat in front of me. I fumbled in my toilet kit and found what I wanted.

"Hold out your hand." I put a good squeeze of my love lotion in her palm. "Put that in yourself and on me."

After she wiped, I led her by the hand to the kitchenette table with the window looking at the lake. I kissed the side of her face and gently pushed down on her back. She realized what was coming and relaxed. I nudged her legs further apart and easily found my way inside. My sister gave me the lotion and said women liked it. Marian was pushing back on me, testing it out. The feeling was great. I asked, "Ok?"

"Where did you get that?"

"My sister. Told me it helped her have great orgasms."

"In the dark, with wild animals right outside, at 4 am?"

I didn't say anything but went to work with energetic pumping in her. The kind you use on orgasmic women.

The damn stuff was going to make me come. The question was whether Marian would. One moment she was still passive and the next moment her button had been pushed and I had a live, jerking female with a foul tongue in my hands. "There you go again, seducing innocent women you have lured to the mountains with promises of bird watching!"

She'd hardly finished those words when a great shudder went through her and she cried out, "Oh fuck, I'm coming."

Doggy style gives the man a great chance to blast away right into her cervix, which I did. She clenched at me and said, "Doesn't he ever stop?"

I was still panting, holding her in a death grip.

I walked us back to the toilet and let her drain. Her head rested on my belly. "You are a bastard. A fucking early morning bastard." She laughed and used two tissues to get our stuff off me. Before I could react, she took it into her mouth, sucking and tonguing. I played with her hair and told her I loved her.

We needed to get under the covers and warm up. "Love is a dangerous word."

"I told you I was dangerous."

"How could you know that, we've only been close to each other for one day."

"Go to sleep. Love can be patient."

The next time we woke up, the sun was slanting across the lake into our eyes.

I rolled her in my direction and gently went after the white breast with the stiff nipple in front of me.

"I don't think I've been in bed all night with a man more than two or three times in my life."

I hummed.

"The desert sun is on me, your long hair is in my face, and my pussy is wet and tingling."

"Life must not be all bad. You are not allowed out of bed yet. What kind of eggs do you want? This is be nice to your favorite librarian week."

Breakfast in bed is great, especially with a hot woman next to you. She spilled butter from her toast on a boob and I went after it. This led to kissing and wrestling, which lead to a nice fuck which lead to several more orgasms for her.

"This is bad. You are getting to me. Like it says in the chick lit novels, my body is betraying me. Come here again."

We lay there in the morning sun, coupled up. Marian was on top whispering to me. "I thought I was going on a birding trip with a friend. Instead, you've got me in this romantic nest, changing my whole life around, talking love at me. My head is spinning. Maybe I will fall for you."

She squeezed me, rolled us over and said to be rough with her.

I was. I slapped the side of her breast hard. I pinched both nipples. I turned us over and beat on her ass as hard as I could until she screamed and squirted on me and I blasted into her one more time.

She cried. I said, "I'm sorry." She said, "It's my fault. I closed men out of my life and now you dynamited your way back in. You are a nasty fucker and I think I love you." She cried harder and I just lay there and held on to her.

I turned on the generator to make hot water and run the microwave. She got her quick shower and looked at me as she toweled off. "You have old shorts on. We are going hiking, aren't we? Even after what you said."

"Think of it as an uplifting experience. Have you ridden second seat on the motorcycle before?"

"Heaven's no. Only sluts ride bikes."

"You are about to be a slut. We have my brother's small, low powered bike in the back. Let's leave this monster here."

I dug in my duffel and threw another old pair of shorts at her. "Try these. Probably fit better without underwear."

She was speechless, but pulled them on. Tight across her ass. I loved them on her instantly.

"I get your tee shirt too?" She was pulling a seamless sports bra over her head, and said, "These do not get to flop around in the outdoors. If you want teenage tits, I have to take care of them."


Romancing the Librarian Pt. 01



She giggled and I kissed her. "If you make a couple of sandwiches, I'll get the bike organized."

I filled the gas tank, and it started right up. I went in and we packed lunch into something she could wear while we rode.

I headed south on the highway. "Do I get to know where we are going?"

"Hang on and let it be a surprise."

Half an hour later we reached the end of the road at almost ten thousand feet, with a small hydro reservoir in front of us. "We're going to take an easy hike up that ridge over there."

The trail was faint, but not difficult. We were both out of breath, taking slow steps. It was almost an hour before we reached the top of the ridge, with a glorious view to the west. Mountain after mountain disappeared into the haze. We sat on a rock, drinking water. 

"This is the second time you have gotten me somewhere nice after scaring me."

"I warned you."

"You remember that Frank Buck line? Well, if you bring me back alive, your benefits will continue."

"Now you are the one with the sappy lines."

She climbed into my lap. "You see all this sharp rock? It makes me think of the thick Persian rug in front of the fireplace in my house. When we get home, you could ravish me on that rug with a hot fire going. It wouldn't destroy my bottom like these rocks would."

I kissed her and said, "Down around that corner and about a mile to the south is a warm glacial lake with a nice sandy beach."

"You are thinking of taking me there, in both senses of the word?"

"Yes, but it's a bit complicated for our first day. We would either have to climb back out to here, or go farther south to the road and hitchhike back."

"Yes, strenuous and risky. What I'm coming to expect from you."

"Here's another idea. We go back and motor south and east in the RV, taking our time and eating lunch at a good place in the pines that I know. Another hour or so east and we will be at a hot springs resort with marvelous concrete tubs to soak in. Very neat and clean."

"I see. You bring me up here in the stratosphere to freeze, and then down there to parboil."

We sat in silence, enjoying the view, until she stood and started down the trail. "A hot spring sounds nice."

I took it easy, finding our way several thousand feet down the canyon on the bike. Marian had her arms wrapped around me and nibbled at my neck every so often. When we got back to the van, I said, "Before we go home, you have to drive this. Part of your new identity."

She looked at me and finally smiled. "I think you've made me just crazy enough to do that."

I high fived her and we went in to get organized. I called the resort and took an available unit for the night. Unlimited hot shower water was a big attraction. They also knew a place nearby where I could deal with the RV's tank needs.

We sat in the tub in early dusk, wine glasses in hand. Birds flitted in the cottonwood trees above us. A few stars were out.

"This is all part of your grand seduction, isn't it?"

Her lips were soft but demanding. Marian's fires were lit. She had given in. I wasn't after her educated mind, I was drawing out her lust. 

She whispered in my ear, "You have reduced me to a quivering, horny lump of female that can't get enough of you."

"Have you gotten over being angry about my seduction techniques?"

"Maybe. Right now I am wallowing in knowing that you intend to take me as often as you like and I will scream and come and scream some more."

I leaned down and licked her very pink nipple, which emerged now and then from the hot spring water that issued from the ground a few dozen yards away and was carried to the tubs in pipes. We didn't have any company at the moment, but Marian looked like that was not a worry.

"Are you going to marry me?"

"This morning, I thought all I had to do was fall for you."

I pulled her into my lap facing away. This let me work on her neck and rub her tits. She took a long drink of wine and relaxed against me.

"I've read novels where men do this to unsuspecting women. Then cart them off to a harem someplace."

"You aren't ready for a harem are you?"

She twisted, arms around my neck. "No, but I am feeling like a fuck toy. That stuff of yours works some kind of magic on my girl parts. They tingle and want to know where your hard cock is."

"There is a nice steak dinner ready for the broiler in the RV. Can your supercharged pussy wait until after dinner?"

She pulled my hair as she climbed out of the tub. "I'm cooked enough. Going to the shower in the room." Her fine white ass disappeared in the gloom.

I sat there, parboiling and considering my fate. I had already made several errors. Well, at least errors from the point of view of preserving my bachelor freedoms. Taking a new partner into your life is not a little deal. I had learned that the hard way with my first wife. But Marian was something special. I'd never run into a smart, literate, sexy woman who was fun to talk to and fun to fuck. A little voice said giving up some freedom to her might be a good deal. Another little voice said, 'Bullshit!'

I followed after her, pink all over, weak in the knees, and not sure what to do next except make dinner.

She was seated at the kitchenette. The vegetables were started. She was sipping bourbon and had her nose in a magazine. I sensed I was in trouble, so grabbed clean clothes and went to the shower in the room. I soaped up and wondered what she was thinking. Probably unhappy about tossing all her reserve out the window and letting this guy she doesn't really know have his cock in her every few hours. Not very dignified. What was the little voice telling her about the orgasms? She could find a better cock somewhere else? Maybe she was trying to decide if my offer of marriage was real. Even if real, did she want to give up her freedoms? 

I walked slowly back to the van. She was up against the headboard. "Come here."

"Take your shirt off and sit in front of me."

She started with my scalp, massaging thoroughly. Then the neck, rotating my head to right and left, making it crack. Then shoulders, beating them with the heel of her hands and digging hard with fingers.

Finally, I said, "What's going on?"

"They say massage is good for you after being in the tub."

"Why aren't I working on you?"

"Because I got to you first, and because it is helping me work out my frustrations. Now shut up."

What she was doing was very nice, so it was easy to be quiet. The hands got softer and slower and stopped. Her head was on me and she was crying. One hand came up and tried to pound on me. She mumbled under her breath, "Oh, shit, this isn't working."

I got us worked around with her on my chest. Tears were running freely. I pulled the bedcover over us and she quieted down. Lying there motionless with her eyes closed, she said, "Maybe you should take me home. I can't be any fun to be around like this. I'm a basket case of nerves and emotions."

"I didn't give you permission to use me for therapy."

She was silent for a while.

"Yes, I guess that's it, unauthorized use of therapist. Long time single librarian talks to guy and everything tumbles out. Guy's cock opens up librarian and inhibitions she didn't even know she had fall on the floor." She giggled. I thought, things can't be all bad.

I moved my hand under the tee shirt. The breast was warm and inviting.

I whispered in her ear, "Guy finds woman of his dreams and loses his head."

She sat up and beat on my chest. "Didn't I tell you I would beat you if you didn't stop using those sappy lines on me!"

I pulled the shirt off and tickled her. She pounded harder. I slipped the shorts off and stuck my hand between her legs.

"No, you can't. We have to be grownup about this."

I jammed my hard as nails cock into her and swung us around so she was on top, still trying to beat on me.

"I read some place that if you want to have a serious talk with a woman, get her speared on your cock first." 

She went wild, yelling at me, rolling us over and over, trying to squeeze me out of her. When she was exhausted, I was still in her hot twat, and she was on top, laughing and crying.

"I'm not letting you go until you talk to me."

"I refuse." Her eyes glared at me.

"You said you were working on a new identity. Is this it? The woman who cries, beats on me, fucks me, laughs with me?"

"That's the woman I want to marry."

"Oh shit, shit, shit. How can I do this? We haven't dated, we haven't courted. What about an engagement?"

I had her over my legs, working on her the way she worked on me.

"Damn, that feels nice. If I am so foolish as to marry you, do I get regular massage?"

"Every night without fail."

"Do you have any money? Will two of us have to live on my trust?"

"I'm worth more than seven figures. Publishing has been good to me."

"I'm almost too old for babies. Are you going to make me pregnant?"

"I'd love to knock you up. It was one of my dangerous teenage fantasies."

"I live in a very nice house. Will you make me move?"

"Not if you agree to a little remodeling and restoration. My nickel."

"Do you think you can tolerate my awful relatives? There aren't too many."

"Mine are bad too. We can trade off dealing with them."

She got up. Her red eyes were sparkling. "Let's eat."

After all that, we ate like cowboys, wolfing down big hunks of red meat. She didn't talk and kept me in suspense until she had dished up the vanilla ice cream, put chocolate sauce on it, and fed me the first spoonful.

"I accept." Her cold tongue found mine and we had a long ice creamy kiss.

I was in shock. She actually said yes. My little voices were totally confused. I was not thinking straight, but I knew enough to keep my arm tight around her.

"You have to promise to make me keep liking sex with you. If I slack off, you can beat me."

My fingers went up under the leg of the shorts and found a very wet place.

"That's all your doing. Every time we wrestle, I gush like crazy."

"The way to your heart involves wrestling?"

"Crazy, but it seems to be that way." She tousled my hair and applied her teeth to my neck. "Grrrr."

The bright desert sun was shining on us. We were nestled together, pretending to be asleep. She pushed me away and sat up. I turned over and looked at her boobs. She had plump tits with a little sag. The skin around her large pink nipple was very light colored. She looked at me looking at her.

"Pervert."

I reached out and pinched the closest nipple.

"Molester of innocent women."

"You don't know how many women I have molested. Come here."

She lay on me and we gazed at the desert out the window. I ran my fingers down her spine.

"If I marry you, you have to promise me lots of lazy mornings like this in exotic locations."

Silence. My fingers worked around on her back muscles. Lazy circles.

"We don't have to go home, you know. My brother doesn't need this any time soon. Have you seen the Indian country in the southwest?"

She raised her head and bit my nipple, gently.

"Are you still trying to blast me out of my small time existence?"

"Smart librarian needs to expand her horizons."

"You are swelling my head with all this talk about smart."

"I'm doing my best to be the infatuated lover saturated with lust."

"You are succeeding. I just gushed on your leg."

"Let's go to the shower. You drained me with that middle of the night attack and I can't get it up."

She sipped her coffee and stared at me across the dinette table. "I said I'd marry you last night, didn't I?"

I stared back. "Regretting it?"

She put her hand on mine. "God, no. I'm sitting here all in a daze trying to figure out what being married means. The first time was over before it started."

"Being married isn't fashionable anymore. I shouldn't have leaned on you with a proposal."

"Did you mean that business about needing to be married to a woman you loved?"

"Yes."

"And a pregnant woman should have a married father for her baby?"

"Yes, but terribly old fashioned."

"I could get married in my grandmother's wedding dress. My mom insisted that I take care of it. If I lose a few pounds I could fit in it."

"I don't have a high collar or a top hat."

I picked her up, grabbed the coffee and walked to the unmade bed.

She straddled me and kissed me and dripped tears on me.

"Damn"

"Oh?"

"Double damn. I've hopelessly fallen in love with you. Hot, wet, passionate love. That's only supposed to happen to young girls."

I held her and we rocked back and forth. She asked, "Can we go to Death Valley on the way?"

"Of course. There is a nice place to stay. It even has a toy golf course with green stuff they call grass."

"When are we going to do the ceremony, before you are knocked up or after?"

She sat up grinning and pulled my ears. "You have been having sex with a woman without any protection. You haven't even asked. I suppose you thought the smart librarian would know to take care of that item? Maybe I'm knocked up already." She leaned down and whispered, "Lover."

I jumped up, pulling her into a clinch and pounding on her butt. "I'm scandalized. You casually seduced me, faking orgasms to get my precious sperm deep inside you. Now you pull out the shotgun and blackmail me."

I kissed her hard. She hissed, "Your imagination is too active, buster. We better get on the road before you have any more crazy tales in your head."

The RV was headed straight down a very straight road, going to the low desert.

"I have a compromise. I won't turn you in to the police. Instead, you and I will have a virtual trial marriage for thirty days on the road. All the standard married activities. At the end of the month, we are back home, and we are announcing our wedding if we are still in love."

She glanced over at me.

I waited a minute. "You made that up to scare me. To get back for the stupid thing I said to you about babies."

She was smiling. "You're right. I saw you wince. You deserved it for scaring me with that talk about shotguns."

"So, in our own minds, we are married?"

"Yes, but there is that condition I told you about last night."

I tried to remember. "Which one?"

She was out of her seat, yanking my hair and threatening an RV wreck.

"There was only one, good for nothing. I said you have to keep me coming on your big cock."

The RV sat in the Furnace Creek sun, almost two hundred feet below sea level. I had my aviator sun glasses on, the ones with gold frames that make you look aggressive and risky to women. Marian was behind the wheel, elegant in short shorts and a black tee I had bought her in a sports store before we came over the Panamints. She looked aggressive and risky to my eye. In an earlier day, she would have been called a pushy broad. I said to myself, you already knew that. In a while, I was going to take her to the old timer saloon and watch what the local studs thought. 

We were still having sex several times a day, most of the collisions started by her. She made fake threats in a husky voice to report me for abuse. Last night, we camped in a dry canyon aways back from the highway and had rough sex. She threatened to cut off my dick and I put her over my knees and told her threats would keep her ass red for days. She dared me and I did it. Ten good swats. She screamed at me she didn't mean it and please stop. When I did, she was crying real tears and creaming on my fingers in her pussy. Two minutes later she was straddling me and dropping herself on my cock and climaxing with moans and shudders. She fell asleep in my arms, but woke at midnight, used the toilet and got me back inside her for a tearful fuck in which she apologized for being a slut. I told her I loved her and please don't stop beating on me.

We hiked almost every day, and her legs were tanning up and slimming down. Muscle showed in her calves. This was my girl and I was feeling possessive. Silly guy. No man possesses a woman like Marian. I was overwhelmed by the way she consciously gave herself to me, matching my lust with hers. We told each other we were just silly newlyweds and it would wear off. I hoped not.

We registered to get another endless shower and sat next to the RV in our folding chairs, munching on tuna sandwiches. The sun felt good. I told her we were turning into snowbirds. She read to me from the book on Death Valley hikes. Anything interesting seemed to involve a lot of driving, or a lot of hiking, or both. I closed my eyes. 

She asked, "Is this a good place for me to learn to drive the bike?"

"Uncrowded road, good sight lines."

"I'll give you a special reward if you get it down and make sure it starts."

"You give me so many special rewards I can't keep them straight." I got up and got the bike down. It started on the first try. "Let's go get some gas. You can wear my helmet and goggles and try it out in the open field here in the back."

I moved my chair and watched her making cautious circles, then not so cautious circles. Braking and accelerating. Looked like a natural. A biker lady with her black tee and bare legs. A couple of guys were looking at her as they unloaded their car. One of the women with them said, "She's not for you, Gary," and laughed, glancing at me. I winked at her.

Marian brought the bike up near me. "I suppose the acid test is whether you get on the back of this with me?" I nodded and climbed on, keeping my hands off her boobs because of the audience.

She popped the clutch and we moved off smartly. I yelled in her ear, "You impressed those two guys back there." I directed her along the path to the saloon and we parked it. She stowed the helmet and shook out her hair. "Put on the glasses and your biker lady look, we're going inside."

There were tables along the side and a few stools at the bar. We took two stools and ordered two MGD's. None of that craft crap for bikers.

She had my hand under the bar, bending and twisting my fingers like she'd break one if I misbehaved.

We had a couple gulps in us when the two couples walked in. I whispered in her ear, "You have the lead, we are on our way to Chaco Canyon and then Yucatan."

The woman who cautioned her husband asked Marian if she could take the stool next to her. She answered in a cool, edgy voice that it was not taken and she was welcome to it. The others took the next three stools. The bartender asked for an order and she said, "The same," gesturing at our bottles.

She opened the conversation, "That's a nice RV you've got there. I keep telling George and Rick we need something like that." Their beer arrived and she took a long swallow. "Where you headed?"

Marian looked at her and jerked her head over her shoulder, "My friend wants to see Chaco Canyon. I want to see Yucatan, so we're doing both."

The woman absorbed the answer and asked, "What do you do that lets you move around like that?" 

"He's a writer and I'm a web designer. Gives us freedom." Marian was working on short, punchy biker answers. She shifted the flow of the conversation and said, "I'm Rhonda and this no good is Jake." The other woman said, "I'm Sheila, and this is my husband Rick, his friend George and George's wife SueEllen. "We're from Philly. We do audio support for bands and have a gig in Vegas next week."

I said, "Sheila, I hate to break this up, but I have a call from my editor to take in ten minutes."

We drained our bottles and stood. Rhonda squeezed Sheila's shoulder and said in her ear, "Real nice talking to you, Sheila, have fun here below sea level. There's a lot of outdoors to play in."

The guys didn't miss the tone of Rhonda's remark and laughed as we left.

My biker lady offered me the front seat but I bowed and got on behind her. As she accelerated toward our room, I dug my fingers into her bare hips. "Pretty convincing, Rhonda. You had me fooled."




Romancing the Librarian Pt. 01



"Jake, you old galoot, did you see her sticking her tits out at us? As though she had something to compare to mine? I'd like to get her down and slap those around!"

"Now honey, relax. You can't be taking other women on like you do at home. I know you go both ways but take it easy on the road, ok?"

We got to the RV and she got off and handed me the helmet, which I put away. She had a menacing look on her face. She grabbed my ear and pulled hard in the direction of the van. "Jake Richards, you get your lazy ass inside. I've got words for you!"

She slammed the door and pressed me up against it. "OMG, that was such a rush. I was digging for every movie line I ever heard from a biker."

I whispered into her ear, "Rhonda, you slut, if you get into my stash again, I'm going to tan your ass red for a month! Understand?"

She shivered, "Jake, I promise never again. Please don't take that strap to me like you did the last time."

I moved to the bed. "Get us a beer and come over here."

I stretched out and pulled her across me. My hand was in her hair. "There are real people who live like that, you know. Use their weekends for drugs, sex and trouble."

She leaned up and kissed me. "Pretty much ends badly, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but they come from backgrounds that didn't expect much from life in the first place."

She unzipped my pants and pulled me out. "Do me like you were still Jake and I was misbehaving Rhonda. I want to be wild tonight."

By the time I got her over the dinette table with her jeans and briefs down, I was plenty hard. The wild woman thing was turning me on. I gave her a hard swat on the ass and plunged in with no warning.

"Oh Jake, you don't give a girl a chance. Have some mercy on me, will you?"

"Get into my stuff and want mercy, do you? Where'd that shit come from? Maybe I better go back to Mary Lou." I drove hard several times and she gushed on me.

"Oh, that's better. Jake, I do love you. Your cock does things to me no one else does."

"Comin' around, are ya? Now that you mention it, my cock does like your pussy. Maybe I better keep you riding with me."

"Just a little more, Jake. Finish me off, I'm almost there."

"You want my big cock to make you come, Rhonda? Sexy, fucking cunt. Here, take me and come!"

Three strokes and my biker woman was rolling into a great big fucking biker orgasm. I smiled to myself. Marian the librarian was definitely expanding her horizons.

Just as we were fixing up our clothes, there was a knock at the door. Marian nodded at me and I opened up. Big titted Sheila was there, crying her eyes out. I helped her inside and she hugged Marian. "Oh Rhonda, he beat me. They just stood there and he beat my ass and slapped my boobs!"

She sat at the table and buried her face in her hands. Marian motioned toward the whiskey bottle. I doubted that was a good idea but fixed her a short one.

I decided Rhonda had to reappear so I didn't call her Marian by mistake. "Rhonda, get her some tissue please. Now Sheila, can you tell us what happened?"

She raised a tear stained head and said, "We were talking about the gig after you left and Rick started saying he was the crew boss and the rest of us had to take orders. We've never had a boss before and I have more seniority than he does, so I told him off. He slapped my face real hard and I swore at him. The bartender told him to knock it off and take the argument outside. That's when he walked us down in the trees and went after me. Said I was taking orders or else. I was really hurting and really mad and told him the band coordinator would throw his ass out of the gig. He lost it and threw me against a tree and said we were over, and I was out of the gig. If I showed up, he would take a knife to me."

Rhonda was looking unhappy over my head. 

Someone pounded on the door. "Sheila! Come out of there!"

"In the shower," I whispered as I went to the door. Rick was standing there, red in the face and still shouting at her.

"Your girlfriend isn't here, and please lower your voice."

"I saw her walking this way, she must be here."

"You can look inside, there's not much room, no place to hide."

He started up the stair and I said, "You can look from there, no need to come inside my home."

He said, "Why is the shower running?"

"Before you tried to crash in here, my girlfriend was getting ready for a shower. That's who is in there. Now please take your fight somewhere else, I'm tired of looking at you."

There was fire in his eyes, but mine were genuinely pissed off, which he could see. He turned and walked off in the dark.

I carefully closed the curtains, then opened the bathroom door and told them he was gone. Two bodies with soaked clothes were clutching each other for dear life and breathing hard. I got two of the biggest towels and told them to shed the wet things right where they were. "And don't raise your voices to let him know there are two women in here."

They couldn't bend over in the tight space, so I was pressed into service to get pants and panties down. This was not all bad. She was plumper and softer than Marian but no one I knew was going to throw her out of bed. I worked their legs with a towel, going higher and higher until Marian's hand swatted me away. She glared and I got busy with the dinner. A voice said next to my ear. "She has gone silent and you and I are going to talk normally. Fix me some of that whiskey."

Marian got Sheila into the bed and brought her the glass we had poured earlier. She watched while the pasta boiled and I finished the marinara sauce. We had some cauliflower and salad. Marian and I talked about hikes in the Valley, and when we might move on. When the food was ready, I turned the lights down and we squeezed into the bed with our plates. Marian told me to find one of my tee shirts for Sheila so she could be decent. The towel came off and the shirt on in front of me. She had nice tits. I held out a pair of boxers, but she shook her head. Marian crawled over her to the far side, and I took the inside edge. It was tight but warm. 

We ate our food in silence. She whispered, "This is really good. Thank you so much." She winced and Marian said, "Can I put something on you? There's lotion and I can give you a pain pill."

Belatedly, I realized this woman was going to spend the night right where she was. 

Marian said, "Change places with me so I can get stuff for Sheila." Her tight body rolled over the other two of us and Sheila said, "Your girlfriend has a nice body." Her hand rubbed Marian's butt as it went by.

Marian came back and told her, "I need to check you over. Should I tell Jeff to take a walk?"

She realized her mistake and decided to come clean. "His real name is Jeff and mine is Marian. We were just goofing around this afternoon and not using our real names with strangers."

"That's all right. And he can stay here. I haven't got anything special he hasn't seen better on you."

She turned to me, "I know this is asking a lot, but do you suppose I could keep hiding out with you and get a ride back to Vegas? My things are in the room and I don't dare go back, but my important stuff is in a locker in Vegas and I need to get there and find the band guy and tell him what is going on."

Marian and I exchanged looks. This was a curve ball. An abused woman who needed to get out of town, aka Death Valley, as soon as possible. 

It was early, but I was sleepy. I wondered, if I slept now, could I wake up in the dark and ease away. I had the vehicle buttoned up from before dinner. I did the climb over and used the toilet. Skinned out of my clothes and went back. Burrowed under the covers and said, in a low voice, "I have a plan, sort of."

They ducked under the covers with me. Lots of flesh, nice curves. "I'm going to sleep now. Get up early and slip out of here. Call the front desk from the road to check us out."

Marian said, "Ok. Go for it." The strong silent cowgirl routine was growing on her. I liked it.

To Sheila, she said, "If he pesters you, we can both beat on him."

Sheila gave me a tender kiss on the back of my neck and said, "He looks safe to me. I owe him, and you, a lot."

(cont'd in Part 2 - Another Stray)



Romancing the Librarian Pt. 02



The RV was parked at Furnace Creek Ranch in Death Valley. My watch said 3 am and I was completely awake. So was my very new and very nervous bedmate. Her arm was across me and the fingers were lying on my chest. I turned over and she caught my mostly limp cock in her hand. Her lips landed on mine and the cock wasn't staying limp. Marian said, out of the dark, "Is he hitting on you?"

Sheila giggled, "No, we're both awake and he's hard. I'm squeezing him. Do you want some action? I can get out of the way." She giggled again and squeezed me harder. I ran my hand over toward Marian and found two heavy breasts in my way. Sheila's other arm went around Marian and pulled her in. My hand finally got to Marian's tit and pinched it. Sheila said, "My tits are closer, pay attention to them." I fastened my mouth on one and she moaned.

Marian crawled on top of Sheila and kissed her. "When we were play acting yesterday, he accused me of being bi. I've never considered it, but you have a perfect, curvy warm body for me to try it out on."

They rubbed a bit, and started french kissing. I got a hand in both crotches and ground down. Sheila said, "Some of the bands are into threesomes. I never got there. If you and I were lovers, how would we feel about this big cock going around and driving into our holes?"

I said, "We are not finding out right now. You two stay here and do what comes naturally. No lights. We are going out of here dead quiet. You can move around after we are down the highway a bit."

I got out of there on my parking lights with as little engine noise as I could manage. A bright light shone in on me as I neared the exit. I rolled down the window, waved, and said, "Need an early start for LA." If anybody was interested, the RV was headed west.

In ten minutes, there was a cup of coffee in my hand, and a pair of naked tits rubbing the back of my neck.

"We decided we are not giving up cocks."

"That's very good news. I was worried."

"Bullshit. If we tried to say no, you'd just tie us up and take us anyway. Probably beat us too. One of us is already black and blue."

"Come here, Sheila." I pulled her down and kissed the side of her face and said, "Beating up women is sick. We shouldn't even be funning about it."

Her lips were warm and wet on mine. I was having trouble following the center line.

"We have to talk. Later."

"You are not talking to him privately. You are way too sexy. I came three times with you back there. You turned me."

Sheila nuzzled me. "I guess we will talk after I deal with your loving girlfriend."

"I asked her to marry me the other day and she said yes."

"OMG, how romantic. So you are driving around in this thing, engaged, and having all the sex you want? That's unfair. Definitely unfair to us single girls. Will she share you?"

Marian spoke up, "If you asked me that two days ago, I would have said no. Today, I want to talk about it. He gets a veto on any girly byplay. I get veto on any sex with you."

My eyes almost rolled up into my head. Librarian gone wild. Call the cops.

The desert sunrise was incredible. We stopped at a turnout to watch the light work its way down from the top of Telescope Peak to the Valley floor. The women were hugging and kissing, but I was getting attention too. Marian was unleashed. She wiggled her ass as she cleaned up the kitchen and Sheila kept her fingers busy. My lover hugged me and whispered, "I am so jazzed up! I've never felt like this. A cock and a pussy both after me."

Sheila was in a clinch with us. She said to me, "This is a fine woman you have. Makes me tingle all over. Helps me forget that prick, Rick."

We reached the outskirts of Las Vegas before ten. Sheila took the passenger seat and directed me to the rear of a hotel on the strip. "I'll go find the band guy and fix things up. Then you can drop me where my stuff is. Ok?"

We nodded and she disappeared. Marian knelt behind me and rubbed my neck. "She's nice in a crazy kind of way."

"The two of you set each other off. What happened to the librarian I knew once upon a time?"

"You horny thing. You just want to get into my pants." She giggled, "but I don't have any on."

"If we weren't parked on a city street, I'd be after you."

We were still there with her arms around me when Sheila returned. Her face told a story of bad news. "He fired me. Fired all of us. Said he wasn't putting up with a crew that couldn't get along. Didn't care who was at fault."

She was clinging to Marian, sobbing. I said, "Let's get your things and find a place to talk."

Two duffels and a box. That was Sheila's life. Marian and I gazed at the meagre pile and looked sad ourselves.

We were ten miles up the Interstate before Sheila asked, "I thought we were going someplace to talk?"

"We are. There's a good coffeeshop in St. George."

They squeaked together, "That's in Utah!"

Sheila yelled, "He's kidnapping me. Help."

I told Marian, "Take her in the back and calm her down." 

There was a lot of loud noise and limbs flying about. Sheila shouted, "OMG, rape in the desert!"

Noises quieted down and I couldn't see anything. In a few minutes, fresh coffee was handed to me.

"No shit, you're taking me with you? I don't have any money. I can fuck, but I don't have any money." Her fingers were in my hair. Two hands were around her, playing with the big tits.

I said, "She told you she was a librarian? A mousy little librarian that thought she was going on a bird watching trip with a divorced guy who was no threat?"

One of the hands dropped and went to work between Sheila's legs. She moaned a little noise. "This is fucking fantastic. I guess I'm going to be the RV slave. Kept naked and horny and whipped if I don't do the chores correctly?"

"What do you know about music systems? The one in here sucks."

Her voice was low and husky, "Mister, you just bought yourself a first class music technician." 

In a few minutes she was decently dressed and using her phone to search for audio stores in St. George. She found one she liked and asked, "Your credit card is good for a few bucks?"

"Be my guest."

Sheila and Marion disappeared into the store and came back a half hour later, all smiles. "Pull around back, they are going to install now. We only had to surrender a couple of kisses to get priority attention."

Sheila giggled, "The cute one did put his hand on my ass." Marian came back, "That's nothing. The owner wanted to know if I wanted to see the stock room." They thought this was funnier than I did.

Two big and one little guy came out with boxes. In minutes, the RV dash looked destroyed. Wires everywhere. I hoped they knew what they were doing. This was going to hit my card for a whopping charge, but I kept my mouth shut. They asked for more maneuvering room and we opted for the coffee shop.

Walking away, I muttered, "Everything we own is in there." They took my hands and Marian said, "You know what kind of town this is? See that spire over there? It's the first Tabernacle in Utah. Built by the pioneers in 1871."

One of the workers was nice enough to come and get us. "It's ready now, Ma'am. We'd like you to have these disks as a gift from the store. We appreciate the business." I rolled my eyes and Sheila kissed me. "I want my reward later." The worker was blushing.

The three of them stood by as Sheila inserted the first CD. The wonderful voice of Norah Jones filled the van. It was an incredible job. We all smiled and shook hands with our instant audio friends.

"It has a 100% warranty for six months. Just bring it and we'll fix it," one of them said. Another one added, with a big smile, "That's if you don't put this thing in a ditch while your womenfolk are dancing in the aisles!"

We were headed east again, and I was enjoying the playful sounds of a Mozart horn concerto that was in the stack of disks. Sheila was playing with my hair again. "You really like that stuff?" She was trying to make my ears stand out permanently. "By the way, where are we going? All I can see is red rock."

The two of them shared the passenger seat and watched the scenery. In an hour, we entered an RV park under tall cottonwoods next to a creek. I went to the office to see about a site for the night. The gray haired woman said that would be $40, including electricity and free use of the dumping facility.

"Why don't you two take the bike and go shopping for food, and I'll tend to the tanks and getting us hooked up. Oh, and see if you can rent a second bike for our trip after lunch."

They went off, with Sheila on behind muttering about slutty biker girls. Just what Marian needed, I thought to myself. This was a reinvented woman I was getting. I liked the new version.

When they came back, Sheila was driving her own bike. The tits looked fantastic.

I went over to help with the bags tied on the back. "The guy who rented this told us where we are going. You are such a louse, trying to keep secrets from us. How were we supposed to know there was a National Park just around the corner?"

Biker slut lunged at me, but I danced away. "I can see it's going to be difficult fending off two of you."

They made sandwiches and I pulled out the park map I had kept hidden. "Two bikes are better than taking this thing up in the narrow canyon. I could get stuck in there without a turnaround."

They hummed, "Yes you could, yes you could," and pulled my ears.

It was a warm fall day in Zion. The low sun was slanting up canyon from the south, casting shadows everywhere. Near the thousand foot rocks, it was chilly. We parked the bikes and strolled along. Neither woman had been here, and they silently absorbed nature's sculpture work.

There was still enough sun back at the RV to sit outside under the tall trees and sip whiskey. Marian had her hand on mine. Sheila heaved herself up to come and kneel by us and administer licks and kisses. "I can't believe that Rick chasing me down to that stupid parking lot has resulted in this. Thank you. Thank you so much."

The sun disappeared and I volunteered to take the rental bike in and jog back, feeling a need for exercise. I said to the dealer, "This is a nice ride. We have acquired a third passenger and need another bike. Have you got something used I could buy?

"It's the end of the season, so I don't mind getting rid of some inventory. You can have the one you rented for $600, but maybe that one over there, which is a twin to the one you own, would be better. Let me look up the record on it." 

The computer screen came up and he said, "I bought that at the beginning of the season before last for $2800. I could sacrifice it to you for $900."

I looked the bike over carefully. Clean, chain oiled and looking good. A few cosmetic blemishes.

"Well, considering all those dents, I could offer to take it off your hands for $800. Totally cash transaction."

"That's a terrible bargain, but I'll take it. You did say cash?"

"I'll take it for a test drive and bring the money back."

The women were busy at dinner when I brushed by, pinching hard muscle as I went. In the hidden compartment in my duffel was the cash reserve. Folding up the bills, I brushed by again and said I would be right back.

We both were getting a good deal and knew it. The handshake was warm. He handed over a packet with title and registration, saying, "I'll leave the insurance on for two days to give you a chance to get your coverage. Have fun in Mexico and make sure you have all your papers ready at the border."

The women stepped out when they heard me return on a bike. "Lookee here, a twin to what we have. Got a good deal on it." I laughed and said, "Maybe we should name this one, "Sheila's Escape!" 

Marian held her new friend and said, "Don't be cruel, Jeff. She's not ready to laugh about it yet."

I apologized and quickly got the two bikes lashed up and locked to the rear of the van. Tomorrow would be another early start

Dinner was excellent, but uncomfortable because of Sheila's apparent anxiety. I finally said, "You're worried Rick will find us, aren't you?"

She looked at me, tears in her eyes, "Yes, damn it. I'm so sorry, you have been more than kind to me."

Marian and I got her over to the bed and sandwiched between us. 

"Sheila, you have two strong bodies on either side of you. We will repel boarders!"

She laughed and then giggled when Marian began easing her out of her clothes. 

"You are going to improve my mood with sex?"

I grabbed an ample firm breast and said, "Sounds good to me."

I spoke up to Marian, "Hang on a second before we close in on this voluptuous body. Let's talk about staying clear of your ex-friends."

Sheila whispered, "Yes, please."

"I know a couple of places in the desert to spend a few days completely out of sight of civilization. Wear him down looking, if nothing else. His big problem is no job, not his soon to be ex-wife. Sooner or later that penetrates his thick head. There are no jobs for audio technicians where we are going.

"We can leave now, or we can leave in the night like we did this morning, or we can wait until daylight and then go. I'm happy with whichever option suits you. If we leave early, I'll break the connections now so we just drive quietly away. The bill is already paid."

Silence. Marian hummed in her ear.

"Do like we did last night."

When my alarm chimed, I took my time working from the window side to the inside of the bed. Sheila was very awake and got my fingers in naughty places. She wiggled under me and said, "Bad boy."

Marian got the same treatment and said, "Very bad boy, we are going to get you."

I hissed at them, "Watch what you wish for. And make sure the coffee is quick and hot."

Yesterday's sunrise over Death Valley was matched by today's with long vistas of creamy Navaho sandstone in the first light of day.

We rolled into the small crossroads town of Fredonia at breakfast time and I parked along the street next to a diner.

While we sipped coffee and waited for waffles, I held Sheila's hand and asked, "Feeling better?"

I got what was probably her most relaxed smile in several days. "Yes, I am, thanks to you and your girlfriend."

I smiled and picked up Marian's hand for a kiss. "You mean this crazy librarian?"

They hugged each other and Marian said, "You are way too aggressive for two gentle ladies like us. We are going to buy ourselves some leathers and fight back."

I thought to myself that having two tough biker ladies in the van wasn't a bad idea. Keep nosy folks at a distance.

The breakfast was way too much food and we waddled down the street to the RV. I unlocked and opened the door for the women. Before I could react, and they could get to the doorway, a slender body flashed by and into our vehicle. We hustled inside and while the women went looking for the intruder, I got us the hell out of there. Several miles out of town, at a rest stop in some trees, I pulled over to find out what was going on.

In the back, sitting on the bed, Marian and Sheila had a sobbing young women between them. Marian gestured for me to stay back and then to go back on the road.

I knew better than to argue and headed for the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. After a while, Marian came up and knelt next to me, "She is running away from one of those cult groups. Says her family was going to marry her off to some minister who already has three wives. She is scared to death. So scared she jumped in here not knowing anything about us."

I turned my head for a quick kiss. "You don't mean we have another stray on board?"

She pulled my hair and kissed me back. "You are going to throw her out at the next crossroads?"

"We'd better find some place to hide this thing from the locals."

"Yes. Any ideas?

"The paved road leads to the hotel at the North Rim. There are several dirt side roads along the way. Do we have enough food to support a day or two back in the woods?"

She took inventory. "Plenty for a couple of days, can be stretched if we have to."

I took the next right and headed west down a dusty road in some high altitude pine trees. After four or five miles, seeing no one, I pulled into a grove with heavy overhead cover. No telling whether the aerial police would join in a search for our new passenger or not.

I got out with a broom and carefully erased tire tracks back to the main trail. When I got back to the van, the three of them were standing outside looking around. 

Marian introduced us. "Jeff, this is Julie Simpson." She wasn't crying, but definitely still shaking. Her hand was strong as she said, "Thank you for not making me get out back there. My brothers were going to take me to the wedding ceremony."

"Julie, you don't have to tell me the whole story right now. I have a suggestion. Why don't you women make up sandwiches, fruit and water and find a place way back in the grove to have some lunch. I'm going to hang out here to protect the van and intercept anyone poking around. Marian and I have two-way phones that should work here. I'll let you know when to come back."

The women disappeared in the trees, and I settled into a folding chair to check signals. No cell signal. No Internet signal. This was fine, since it meant the police wouldn't be able to localize us from those connections. The dirt track of a road was two hundred yards away and you would have to be looking and have good eyes to pick the van out. I pulled my binoculars to my lap and waited. After about an hour, two pickups with ATV's on behind went by headed west. The lousy map I had showed a small blue spot several miles west. Let's hope they were going there. 

After another hour, my phone buzzed. "Hi, how is your patient?"

"Better. Still scared out of her wits. I'd like to help her clean up. Can we come back?"

"If you haven't heard from me in fifteen minutes, come ahead. Don't leave tracks, there are folks with ATV's in here."

I moved back in the trees to keep an eye in both directions. In five minutes a twig snapped behind but I pretended to not hear it. Then an arm around the neck and lips on my cheek. "Gotcha!"

I turned and tossed her over my shoulder. It was stealthy Sheila. "You have been captured and are my prisoner."

"Oh please, someone save me," she whispered with more kisses.

Marian had her arm around Julie and said, "Sheila, you are supposed to resist the enemy, not kiss him!"

At the van, we found a soda for Julie and something stronger for the rest of us. I got more chairs and we sat in a small circle to talk about what next. I took my first real look at Julie. Maybe 5-8 and 120 pounds. Dirty blond hair. No makeup and filthy sack dress. Ancient sneakers on her feet. Wherever she came from didn't take much care of their young women.

"Julie," I said, "I don't want you to worry about going back. Marian says you are eighteen and your family can't control you any more. In fact, they can get in trouble for trying to force you to do anything."

In an almost inaudible voice, she said, "Thank you. I know about being eighteen, but these families don't pay much attention to the law if they can get away with it. And girls like me have no money and nowhere to go."

"Do you think you would like to ride with us for a while? You are welcome, and we will be happy to drop you off along the way if you decide to do something else."

Marian stood, "Why don't you and I get cleaned up. You can take a few minutes to think about what you would like to do."

After they were inside, I asked Sheila, "What do you think?"

"I think you have a streak of sympathy for women in trouble a mile wide." She came over and kissed the top of my head. I settled her in my lap and kissed her lips which were soft and demanding.

"If you didn't have the world's greatest fiancee, I would be all over you." 




Romancing the Librarian Pt. 02



Marian said, "We heard that. No fair stealing my man. Look what we've done with Julie."

Julie was blushing, which made her new outfit, a yellow tee shirt and a pair of Marian's jeans, look even better. Even the bra fit pretty well. She dashed over and squeezed onto the knee Sheila was not occupying and said, "Thank you so much for taking me in. I feel like a new person already." After that little speech, I got a hot, wet kiss that scorched me.

Marian had a brush and was still working on Julie's hair. She gathered it and made a French roll that revealed a tall, elegant neck as it was pinned up. I said, "Perfect." Sheila disappeared inside and came back with blue earrings that looked wonderful against her fair skin.

We all got in a big hug and went in to dinner. Julie insisted on doing the vegetables while Marian and Sheila got rid of trail dust. I warned them about the lack of shower water and they said, "You go back outside so we can do girl cleaning with washcloths and towels."

I grabbed another beer and exited to a lot of laughter, even from Julie. Looking at the light spilling from the open doorway, I realized we would shortly be a lantern in wilderness. Not a good idea.

"Hey, come on out when you get a second."

All three of them looked wonderful. I went down the line bestowing kisses on smiling faces. We sat and watched rays of the setting sun arc through the forest. 

"For tonight, at least, we need to pretend this is London and we are in blackout conditions. Can you cope with a dinner by a small candle or two?"

Sheila said, "My god, he takes us to his mountain hideaway, and we have dinner by candlelight!"

Marian told me to get out the card table and we sat outside for dinner with all the RV lights doused and one candle lit. I got glasses and a fresh bottle of red. Julie said she would like to try some and I poured for everyone. "Here's to Julie," I said in a toast, "on her first day of freedom."

The next thing I knew, she was in my lap, crying and saying, "Thank you, thank you."

After dinner, we blew out the candle and I got jackets for everyone as the seven thousand foot chill descended on us.

Marian said, "Julie, we are tired from getting up early and I'll bet you are weary too. What about bedtime in a little while? You and I can get that bed over the cab organized."

I stayed out until ten, thinking and keeping an eye out for activity on the road. Nothing. Marian came out and told me that Julie was dead to the world, tucked away upfront. I asked, "Do you and I have to stand watch?"

She said in a quiet voice, "I have a theory that the brothers are not all that interested in turning their sister over to another polygamist, but are afraid of their father. Which means they are not out in hundreds of square miles of forest in the middle of the night looking for her."

We slipped into the van in the dark, dropped our clothes and climbed in with Sheila. She was warm and sleepy and naked. Marian whispered to me, "No hijinks tonight. We have a guest with trauma about being forced."

Sheila said, "Not funny is it?" But she was guiding my hand between her legs and pressing on it. I captured a nipple and rubbed clit as instructed. In the dark, I could sense that Sheila's arm was moving rhythmically on the far side. She said, "Marian's horny. She's suffering. You are needed."

Again following instructions, I worked myself over Sheila and found my cock slipping easily into a warm and welcoming Marian. "You are bad. I told you not... Ooh." Her voice was cut off by a gasp as her body had a nice little orgasm, just like that.

Sheila said, "Better. Can I have one of those?"

Marian pushed me off and said, "Take care of your horny guest."

I had no sooner found another nice warm home for my cock than there was a noise by the side of the bed and Julie was climbing in. "I don't like sleeping alone. My sisters and I slept together at home. Can I get in there?"

The poor RV bed was suffering. Sheila had me on top of her. Marian had Julie on top of her. I reached over and felt only naked backside. Julie wanted skin to skin contact.

Marian whispered, "Julie, um, I mean, Jeff is having sex with Sheila. She asked him if he would."

Julie said, "I don't mind. My older sister used to sneak her boyfriend into our bed. The rest of us got used to all that action. We had to cover her mouth to shut her up. She told us she couldn't live without him after she started. Once, after I had a boyfriend at school, I got mad at her and let him in the bed and he took my virginity. Then he was still hard and did her too. She came and came and I told her she just got a second boyfriend. I never did like the one who took me much anyway."

Sheila was laughing and squeezing me at the same time. My cock was super hard listening to Julie's story and I worked all over Sheila's insides.

Marian gasped out, "Julie, I am going to come if you don't stop rubbing on me."

"I don't think you want me to stop, do you? I heard you come for him. Is he nice?"

Sheila said, "Jeff, I think you have a duty. There is another needy guest here. Please help her out."

She moved out from under me so that Julie could take her place. Before there was time to think about it, Julie had me at her entrance, sliding into a third warm cunt.

"Oh yes. That is hot! No wonder your friends are nice to you! Harder, please."

Sex was releasing all sorts of tension in our young friend. In minutes, she was having a noisy orgasm, her feet beating on my ass. Marian and Sheila were laughing and clapping.

Marian giggled and said, "I don't know who is responsible, but that was good."

I flipped us over and Julie sat up there bouncing on me and giggling herself. "Oh god, this is so nice. So much better than that nasty man my family wanted me to marry." She was all woman and did not want to quit. She was learning fast about how to keep a guy interested. The muscles inside her were strong and busy making me surge up into her repeatedly. I asked, "We aren't using protection, are you safe?"

She trilled at us, "Yes, yes, yes. My mom gave me a supply of her pills even though she wasn't supposed to. Told me I did not need to be a teenage mother."

I flopped us back over. The women got busy. I got busy. Julie screamed and screamed, little low screams, and came several times. She collapsed. Marian got us wiped down and somehow four bodies slept in a space meant for two.

The twilight was beginning when I woke and eased out of the bed. I used the toilet and got my shorts and jacket on. The coffee was ready to plug in. I peered out the window for activity and then went outside. Not even a stray deer. I went back inside and pulled a naked Julie from her warm bed nestled up against Marian and Sheila. "Get warm clothes on, we are going for a ride."

The other two were scrambling into clothes, asking what was going on. "It is quiet and deserted outside. Julie and I are going to the nearest pay phone and she is going to call 911 and say she is fine and stop searching for her, she doesn't want anything to do with her family."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"Right now, there is probably a police bulletin out saying she has been kidnapped. The cops won't stop searching until they have evidence she is fine and wants to be on her own."

"Why don't we all go?"

"I've thought about that. We can't afford to let this thing be unguarded, so your coming on the other bike doesn't work. And I don't want to take a chance on the RV itself being sighted right now. I promise this will be a quick trip into the village and return. If anything seems suspicious, we will reverse course." I kissed them both and went to get the bike down. With Sheila's jacket and Marian's helmet on, no one would recognize Julie. I got her hooked up to the back seat earphones and we motored off. 

"In case we need to talk to each other in the village where someone might hear, we need a new name for you. Pick one."

"Edith."

"Ok, Edith, hang on, it's bumpy."

When we got to the pavement, I coached her on the telephone call, telling her to just carefully and calmly say the message to the 911 operator and hang up before there was time to trace the call. This was a crap shoot because some 911 systems are swift about call localization.

There was no one moving around as we entered the village and I searched for a public phone. I spotted one and coasted up to it. I shut down the bike so it would not be heard on the phone. She dialed and as soon as the call was picked up, said her message and hung up.

We headed south again without seeing anyone, and made it to the turn without spotting any early traffic on the road. In an hour, we were back at the van and needing coffee and breakfast, both of which were ready. Julie grabbed a hairbrush and worked on herself in the mirror in front of the toilet. She even borrowed lipstick from Sheila and fixed her lips. In one day, she had gone from scared runaway to self-composed young adult. She stood next to me at the dinette and tugged on my hair. 

"I'm beginning to understand why women are attracted to this one. He's handsome, he knows bikes, he knows our bodies, and he is smart."

Marian said, "Be careful, you are the third woman to say something like that about him in the last few days. He will get a swelled head and mistreat us."

Breakfast stopped while three of them beat on me and applied kisses here and there. I said to myself, in three weeks, I had gone from lonely writer to pack leader with three shewolves, each of whom needed frequent sex. 

After breakfast, I said, "Let's go for a quiet little walk to make sure no one is lurking and then we can sit down and talk about plans."

I spent about an hour leading the group in ever larger circles around the van. If someone was out there, they were very well hidden. We moved the camp chairs about fifty yards into the trees and I asked them where they would like to go on their special road trip. Julie and Sheila echoed, "Special road trip. That sounds nice."

Marian asked if they had read Kerouac's book and got blank looks. The two of us smiled at each other. I mouthed at her, "We don't have any weed!"

I said, "Julie, we were headed for the Mexican border and Yucatan, but I bet you don't have a passport, do you?"

"No."

"And no easy way to get a birth certificate?"

Another head shake. "What about a Social Security number?"

"Yes, we had to have that for school lunch program."

"Driver's license?"

"Yes, my mom made him let me have one."

I had an idea about the passport problem, but left it for a later conversation with Marian.

"I was thinking that perhaps if we went down thru Page in the dark, and made our way over toward Navaho Mountain and Rainbow Bridge on the back roads in the reservation, we could spend a week or so relaxing, hiking and letting the heat over Julie cool down."

"We need to stock up for that. Food, extra water, booze..."

"Yes. We could do that in Tuba City or Kayenta. What do you think?"

"Kayenta, it's farther into the reservation and smaller. The Navaho police won't be much interested in an Arizona strip runaway problem." Marian was in take charge mode. The others nodded.

I was looking at Julie's legs and she was blushing. Marian said, "Are you hitting on that poor girl?"

I gave her a steely look, "She is NOT a poor girl, she is a grown woman who spent the night in our bed, if you don't remember!"

Everyone laughed, and I added, "I was admiring those well muscled legs and thinking she must be some kind of runner?"

Julie smiled and said, "Yes, I was on school cross-country team." 

"Ok, you are now in charge of our fitness program. These bodies need to be whipped into shape."

More nervous laughter. Julie was giving the rest of us the once over. "Yes, I see what you mean."

She sat in my lap, her arm around my neck and her boob mashed into the side of my chest. "I was thinking about what Marian said. Is it ok for girls to hit on guys around here?"

Sheila and Marian gave her surprised looks and burst out laughing. Julie said, mildly, "It's not funny. He's got all my juices going. I haven't been five minutes without thinking of sex since I woke up."

Marian walked over and cuffed me vigorously, using her hands to attack my neck and shoulders. "Julie, you have to show him that you mean business. First, get physical. Convince him that you are not a wimp. Make some comment about how much of a wuss he is. Then you lean over and whisper in his ear, 'Don't you understand that a woman has needs?' If he still hasn't picked you up and carried you to bed, you start undressing, regardless of where it is. The more public the better. He's very jealous about his womenfolk and he doesn't let us show off our bodies to strangers."

Marian had started taking her clothes off in the middle of this speech and was stark naked by the end of it.

Sheila came over and said, "Julie, these two are crazy in love. Don't pay attention to either of them. When he carries her off, just follow along, leaving your clothes behind too. That way, by the time he gets to a bed, there are three wet horny females after him and he has to take care of all of us." 

I pulled Marian over my knees and did a tattoo on her fancy behind. "I'm all in favor of nude encounter, but Julie's brother doesn't need to catch us like this. I have plans for nonstop orgies once we get to the reservation."

Marian looked disappointed but reached for her clothes. Sheila said, "Hang on a sec, I need to check something. Before Marian could react, she was on her knees with her face buried in Marian's furry crotch.

"You stop that!" 

I reached for Marian and gestured to Julie to work on her top. 

In seconds, we had her shaking in an amazing outdoor orgasm, swearing at us and threatening all kinds of retribution.

"Honey, you were the one being a slut, taking your clothes off in public for everyone here to see. Don't you have any shame?"

She went around the circle, yanking hard on our hair and kissing us passionately. Her nakedness had me all hard. Before passion overcame reason, I got us moving toward the van.

"It's four hours or so to Kayenta, and we need to find gas before then. "Let's lie low again today and leave around ten tonight."

Marian said, "Jeff, you go with Julie and Sheila today. I will guard the fort and keep the phone handy."

I carried the lunch pack and the water, and let the women show me where they went yesterday. In about a mile, we reached the top of a rock outcropping with nice views. We were too far from the canyon rim to see it, but the Colorado Plateau stretched in all directions. The other two had bikinis on for underwear and found soft spots for some tanning. I got to watch.

"Are you perving on us," said Julie. 

"No, I'm just enjoying your womanly charms."

Sheila said, "Julie, enjoy a man's attention while you have it. Sooner than you want, they stop looking."

I arranged the large beach towel I brought along and gestured for them to move. 

"Take off those suits, I don't want to get lotion on them."

For thirty minutes, they got the best massage I could manage. No bad moves, just working on muscles and tendons and ligaments.

Julie said, "This is better than I got on the track team. Are you going to be our trainer?"

I swept her hair to one side and kissed the back of her neck, then sat back and took some sun myself.

"With three incredible women around, I think I am the one that's going to get trained."

The phone crackled, "Group of six motorcycles on road, going very slow."

That got a quick reaction from me, "Coming your way right now, just for safety. Keep yourself concealed away from van. Turn down volume on phone."

To the others, I said, "Don't try to keep up with me. Follow slowly. I'll come back."

In five minutes, I had the van in sight, with a cluster of bikes around it. No point in hiding. I approached openly and asked, "Can I help you?"

A tough looking guy answered, "Nice van you have. Camping here?"

"Just looking for quiet, peaceful place. On your way to the lake?"

"We were thinking of it? Been out there?"

"Not yet. Been enjoying this spot. Seen a few folks going that direction."

He was checking me out, eyes hidden behind dark glasses. They could take me down, for sure, if they wanted.

"So you ain't talked to others around here?"

"Nope, I'm a kind of private guy. Don't go looking for company."

"Staying around long?"

"Weather's nice. Might go down to the Rim tomorrow."

He turned and gestured back to the road to his friends. "Let's see if that lake is ok for swimming." The bikes roared to life and he waved goodbye.

I watched them out of sight and went to retrieve the phone I had left by a tree.

"Come on in, slowly."

She put her arm around me. "I couldn't hear anything. What did they want?"

"Hard to tell. Ordinary bikers get a bad rap sometimes, from the outlaws. But it's just as well to be careful. We might have a return visit later. I think I'll walk down and rub out their tracks coming here. Why don't you amble back to meet the others and bring them in."

The afternoon was tense. We were ready to move, but needed darkness first. I figured that if the bikers had a plan for us, late in the afternoon would be their time. 

As the twilight faded, we relaxed a bit. No visit, but no sign of the bikes going the other way on the dirt road. Hard to know whether they had camping gear in their panniers or not.

I had three women that wanted my touch frequently. At times like this, it was handy to have an alpha male around.

At ten, I decided the bikers were unlikely to be heading out and cautiously eased the van down to the road, following Marian shining a torch on the ground. I thought about having her drive one of the bikes like that in front of me, but decided it wasn't worth the trouble, and would draw attention to us if anyone came along.

We came into Page from the old road about midnight. There was an all night station with plenty of business where we filled up and bought more groceries. No one seemed to give us an extra glance. Julie was well hidden in the bed above the cab. I remembered Sheila might have someone looking for her too and asked her to stay in the van while Marian and I shopped.

Marian insisted on driving, saying I needed a nap and she would wake me in an hour. Our passengers were zonked. So much for anxiety. I nodded off, telling myself that I wasn't doing too bad.

Our tires crunching on gravel woke me. There was a rotating red beacon behind us. I carefully went forward and took the passenger seat.

It was a reservation policeman asking for the registration and a driver's license. I also handed over mine, telling him that the vehicle was registered to my brother. He checked the same last names and the California addresses and seemed satisfied. 

"Didn't want to alarm you, Ma'am, but we see a lot of stolen RV's out here. There's a gang from Arizona that invades RV's parked along the road, ties up the owners and leaves them in the dust while they take off with the vehicle. By daylight, they are most of the way to Mexico."

"Officer, thank you for checking up on us. You are the kind of attention we appreciate."

With a nod, he was gone. I said to Marian, "Well, our plates are in their system now. Don't know if that is good or bad. Do you suppose the people after our strays have the license number?"

"He scared me half to death. You drive now. Want some coffee?"

I got coffee, toast and a hug. "You were so damn calm back there. How do you do that?"

"I remember how worried he is, never knowing whether the driver has a gun and will shoot him first. If you are relaxed and friendly and have the right paperwork, they will reciprocate, like he did."

She tried the passenger seat but was asleep in minutes. I shooed her back to the bed, saying Sheila needed company. When I looked around after a few miles, Julie was in the seat, silent as a mouse.




Romancing the Librarian Pt. 02



"You trying to scare me?"

"Put your seat back."

I liked the way she fit to the front of me like a glove, and she knew it. My free hand was placed on her boob and kept there. Her lips explored my face and neck.

"You are not supposed to get any kind of crush on me."

"Too late. I already do. I'm not giving you up."

For an hour we drove like that, enjoying the feel of each other, the gentle bouncing of the big van, the high beams illuminating the empty highway. This was very bad. Middle aged writer was falling for teenager.

Her head was on my shoulder, the body sound asleep, when Sheila showed up. I mouthed at her, "Take her to bed."

She was back in a minute, whispering in my ear, "I don't fit in there like she does."

I ruffled her hair, turning for a kiss and getting warm lips. "You have many charms of your own."

"Thank you. Nice to have compliments. Especially when you are so old." She laughed under her breath.

I reached for a nipple and pinched it. "I thought you told me I passed the compatibility test?"

She cuffed me. We stared out the windshield at a sky beginning to brighten on the horizon. I kept my hand on the breast which filled my hand. "We'll be near Kayenta soon. Have to find a place to park until stores open."

"I want you. Don't forget that."

A rest stop sign led us to a place with trees and some other parked vehicles. Probably as safe as anywhere.

I parked, checked the locks, and elbowed my way into a bed that already had three bodies in it.

Bright sunlight blasted my eyes and a toe was prodding my ribs. "Wake up, dumb ass."

The three of them stood there, fully dressed, giving me stern looks. Fortunately, my morning erection was mostly hidden by the bed covers. Marian held out a cup of coffee.

"We are on the reservation now, and the squaws are in charge."

I blinked at the sexist remark and Marian elbowed Sheila. "No squaw talk, please. He knows we are dominants. He will do our bidding." 

The stern looks turned to giggles and they jumped on me. Julie brought over more breakfast.

"God, you did such a job of hiding out and getting us here. We are still on the rebound."

"So you are not going to beat me? At least not right now?"

Julie was doing stretches. Sheila and Marian were wrestling. 

"This is nice, but we still have miles to go this morning. And shop. And service the van."

I told them to find us some old clothes that would blend into the reservation folks.

Two hours later we were headed north on back roads, working towards Navaho mountain, the Rainbow Bridge and the south side of the Glen Canyon Dam reservoir. The windows were open and dry desert air was blowing through. Once in a while, a car passed us. Reservation cars were uniformly covered in red dust. Anything clean looked like a rental from off the reservation. There weren't many of those. 

On an impulse, I stopped and splashed water on the sides of the RV, then went down the road looking for loose dirt.

Sheila wanted to know, "Why did you do that?"

"Notice the reservation cars? We need to look like that. I'm going to dirty up the license plates so you can't tell we are out of state. You going to show me the clothes that don't give us away as tourists?" 

I pulled over at a wide spot. The view, inside and out, was spectacular. We were winding through red rock country, with Navaho mountain looming in the distance to the west. Inside, three tramps had their hair in baseball caps, trashy out of fashion blouses without bras, and aged jeans.

One had on ancient sneakers, the other two had beat up flip flops.

"Not bad. Not half bad. Do I know you?"

"Senor, you are looking like tourist. Better let one of us drive while you dig around."

I was in my new old clothes when the RV pulled over and stopped. Marian announced, "We are making a trading post stop."

We lazily stepped out of our dusty vehicle and slowly made our way to the open air tables. All manner of tourist googaws were out. I asked quietly, "You have some genuine jewelry inside? My women would like to see some."

The old woman nodded and we followed her to the shack. In the back, behind a curtain, she uncovered a tray with silver and turquoise bracelets, necklaces and brooches. They gleamed in the dim light. A middle aged man kept an eye on us from the corner. The little tags had prices from fifty dollars to five hundred.

I said very quietly, "Each of you pick something you like. Don't worry about the money."

Sheila pointed to a carefully worked silver bird with a turquoise eye. I nodded to the woman. Marian fingered a simple but elegant necklace and raised her eyebrows at me. I nodded again. Julie looked fearful as she picked up an intricately figured bracelet. "Go ahead," I said.

The woman wrote down prices and handed me a scrap of paper. "$650." I turned and went to the van for my cash.

When I came back, I slowly unrolled my bills and laid down six hundred dollar bills. "Yes?"

She looked in the corner and got a nod. The money went into her skirt and she wrapped the pieces in plain brown paper and handed the package to Marian. All of us thanked her and walked out.

As we drove north again, jewelry was being fastened on bodies and kisses bestowed on the driver and temporary sugar daddy.

"When we get to Albuquerque, I'm taking you out dancing with your jewelry on proper dresses."

"Albuquerque! Proper dresses? What is he up to now?"

I refused to say anything more. Sometimes a guy has to have secrets from his women.

We wound gently down to Lake Powell, shining in the distance. In a few miles, we were at a rocky shoreline, two other RV's and two lonely portapotties. Pretty desolate. Reservoirs are like that. Man made desolation.

The other two RV's had rowboats drawn up on the gravel next to them. I dimly remembered my brother saying something about a blowup boat. The women walked down to the water and I dug into the storage compartments. In the back of one was some yellow. After pulling and hauling, it lay flat on the meagre asphalt. Maybe 8x10. Might hold four, might not. Blessedly, there was an electric air pump and a set of oars.

I was quickly down to shorts in the hot sun. The pump was hopelessly slow, but easy on the RV battery. 

"What are you going to wear to go out on that thing?" I looked at the three of them in their dusty clothes. Marian said to stay outside while they figured that out. 

Sheila had a pair of biker shorts and a black cropped tee shirt. Julie was looking anxious in a pair of Marian's boyshorts that were meant to be underwear but looked great. Her bare breasts looked even better, poking out a tan tee shirt. She said, "I'm not decent. Is that ok?"

I said, "You look terrific. Perfect boating outfit. Help me with this thing." She laughed and we launched the yellow boat. I told her to go around listening for leaks while I got the rest.

Marian came out in a real onepiece swimsuit with high cut legs and low cut front. In her hands was a waterproof lunch sack. "You think we can leave the van?"

"I'll go ask someone at the other RV."

I wandered over and knocked gently. A head poked out and I introduced myself. "We'd like to go out in our boat but were wondering if we need to leave someone behind to protect the vehicle?"

"Very quiet. My friends and I have been here for a week with no other visitors. I'd say you are ok."

I told the women, "He says very quiet. I think we will be safe, but maybe not get out of sight of the RV for very long."

Julie insisted on rowing. The launch area receded quickly. I said to Marian, "Take that girl's tee shirt off and get some lotion on her."

Sheila took on the rowing and Julie leaned back on Marian getting a nice lotion massage of her front. Her breasts had a fullness that most teenagers don't and the skin around her pink nipples was very light. I thought to myself that she should tan up perfectly.

"I've never had to lie out topless in front of a guy before." Her eyes were closed and her hips were making little motions. Marian looked at me and smiled. She could see the growing bulge in my shorts.

"Some times it feels good to show off. Especially with assets like yours." Sheila chuckled and pulled off her shirt. I got some lotion and went to work. She had strong shoulders and pecs under those boobs. I asked, "Where did your muscles come from? You've done this before."

"Done what? Had my tits attacked?"

Marian and Julie laughed. I moved my fingers down to her ribs and tickled. "Be careful, woman!"

"No, no, no!" she screeched. The rubber boat rocked alarmingly. "Jeff," Marian said, "Watch it, there are no lifejackets." She held Julie still and asked, "Are you a good swimmer?"

I asked Sheila, "What about you?"

Marian and I relaxed when it turned out all of us swam well. The RV was distant in the haze and I suggested lunch on the nearest beach.

Munching on a sandwich, I said, "About all we could do from here is watch it disappear."

"Did you bring the cash reserve with you?

"Yes, and the papers for the vehicle."

Marian and I rubbed lotion on each other and dozed. Julie was next to Sheila and both of them had their eyes closed.

I said to Marian, "That Sheila is a toughie. We're lucky to have her with us."

She said, "Julie is no slouch. It took guts to leave her family cold turkey. We have to help her find a new life."

I held her hand and squeezed. "And you and I just need each other."

She kissed me and said, "I warned you about sappy lines. How can you romance a librarian with cliche's?"

Julie appeared at our side, her tongue looking for ours. "Thank you for saying nice things about me."

Sheila was on the other side, saying, "Yes, thank you for saying nice things about me."

I said, "You weren't supposed to hear that. Might get a swelled head." We pulled them to our sweaty fronts and rubbed grease and sweat around. Julie said, "Jeff, I like your cliches, even if Marian doesn't."

Sheila had Marian's top off and was polishing her nipples. Marian moaned and said, "This is bad, you are making me all wet." 

Sheila redoubled her efforts and I slipped my hand down the front of the boy shorts. Julie's tongue was halfway down my throat and her bottom was pushing against my hand. She came up for air and gasped, "More, just a little more." My fingers were suddenly wetter and she was shuddering.

I heard a noise and Sheila was having her own fun with Marian. 

Julie said in a loud whisper, "My mom would say this was sinful. But it feels so good, I bet she would want some."

Marian asked, "Did you ever hear her having a climax?"

"Yes. My sisters and I were so curious about sex, we would pretend to be asleep when we knew dad was going after her. They chased around their bedroom and then he would give her behind some slaps and say, "Behave, woman," and the next thing we would hear was a groan from her. Took us a while to figure out that was when he buried himself inside. But there would be more moaning and louder noises and finally a scream."

Sheila said, "And your fingers were busy in your bottom?"

Julie blushed and said, "Yes, we were naughty. Made messes in our pants. Had to secretly wash them out."

Julie had the shorts off and was trying to climb on my cock. "You've got my backside in this gravel and you are just going to bounce on him?"

"Yes, and I'm going to moan and scream like my mom!"

She did, and I didn't think she was doing much acting. The young body twisted and bounced and squeezed me, and didn't stop coming for a long time. I decided I was going to have to provide equal treatment, so saved myself. She lay on me, making soft little noises and I eased out to reach for Sheila.

"You're doing all the work, tough one, you need some help." My cock speared into her with force. "Ooof, you are a truly nasty fucker, just taking us one after another, right out in the open."

I drove myself all the way in and asked, "You didn't tell me where the muscles came from."

"I worked on my uncle's farm in high school summers, and then on lighting rigs in college."

She pushed back hard, "More."

Marian lay next to us, gazing at me with post-orgasmic eyes. She mouthed, "Yes, you are a dirty fucker." She got up, stripped off the rest of her clothes, grabbed Julie and ran the two of them into the lake. Sheila was getting more frantic and my cock was throbbing, so it was time for my best shot.

"There... and there... and there..."

She was going to need a while in the lake to get me out of her. My hair was being viciously pulled and my lips battered. "God damn, you get a girl off in style." We headed to the lake and then all four tumbled into the rubber boat. I did the rowing, and naked bodies lounged. As we neared the RV, I noticed the others were gone and wondered if there was a problem.

The women scrambled into clothes and I said, "Just as a precaution, I'm going to put the van down that side road up there so it is hidden a bit in the wash. Take some water and hike up to that point and get down in the rocks where you can see but not be seen."

Thirty minutes later, I crept into their little depression and relaxed. In a low voice, Marian said, "what are we going to see?"

"Could be almost anything. More RV's. SUV's with boat trailers. Navaho police looking for us."

It was lazy and warm up in the rocks and we relaxed. An RV came down the road and parked near the water. A couple got out and walked around, then went back inside. More interesting was a parade of motorcycles we heard from a distance. Six riders circled in the parking area and stopped. My stomach churned when the binoculars showed the leader as none other than our visitor of yesterday.

"It's our friends from yesterday, stay down low." He walked over to the new RV, conversed with the man who came out and walked back to the bikes, shaking his head. With another look around, they headed back south, going at a good clip.

I looked at the women. "What do we make of that?

Marian had her arm around Julie, holding on tight. Sheila spoke, "Hard to believe it is just a coincidence they show up here. Too much ground to cover in too little time, unless they were trying to track us."

I asked Julie, "You ever see your dad or brothers with the likes of them?"

"It's possible that one of them is my uncle. Can't tell in those clothes and helmets, but he belongs to a club from around Fredonia that goes out on rides."

"If finding us yesterday was accidental, why didn't they follow up with a return trip when they suspected something? And why come hightailing over here today?"

I asked Julie, "Is your dad a friend of the sheriff back home?"

"Not a friend but he knows him pretty well. One of my cousins is a deputy."

"So the bikers report us to your dad when they get to somewhere with coverage. And since they didn't find other RV's at the lake, we are the only one they find. The 911 call is localized to Jacob Lake. When they go back this morning, we are gone. Since we are not likely to drive back to Fredonia, and if we aren't at the North Rim today, that means we could only be headed east."

"The sheriff in Fredonia calls a friend on the reservation and picks up the stop in the middle of the night. The registration and the licenses. Your uncle is sent in this direction at high speed. They look at the map, ask some questions in Kayenta, get a positive, and head north on a hunch. This works when they flash some money at the trading post and get a positive on a California RV with a man and three women in it."

"Shit," Sheila said, "we left a pretty good trail."

The shadows were lengthening and I pondered what to do next. Everyone was tense and we were away from the vehicle. We had run out of game plan when the bikers showed up. The first thing was to look after the women and decide where to spend the night. Going toward the trading post wasn't a great idea, the bikers might be staked out there. Going down next to the new RV probably didn't work either, because the biker guy had no doubt described us to the old man.

I said soothingly to Julie, "We do not have a problem with the police, since you are of age and can prove it, and are willingly riding with us. We may have a problem with your father and the bikers, but they know, or should know, they can get in a heap of trouble trying to kidnap you. Especially after you left that message on 911."

I let that bounce around for a minute, and added, "We have enough water in the vehicle to camp dry. We can use the desert as a latrine for pee. If we carefully work our way down out of sight of that RV, and the road, we can get back to it before dark."

Marian nodded at me. Doing something was better than nothing for their nerves.

This late in the day, I didn't expect traffic on the road, and there wasn't any. I looked for new tracks in the wash, and there weren't any in addition to ours. Everyone seemed to understand about another night with no lights for dinner. I gathered us around the kitchenette and kissed and hugged everyone. 

Some food and a beer helped a lot. We sat in the dark in a half circle, and I thought about the best strategy for moving. If the police had been enlisted to come after us, we were sitting ducks where we were. No cover here, and none for many miles. And the Navaho cops knew every road and byway.

But it might be useful to get to Colorado. We could head over to Cortez. If my memory served,

Mesa Verde was nearby, and we would be in federal jurisdiction in the park.

Casually, I said, "I was thinking maybe we could make our way tonight over towards Cortez. That's in Colorado, where they don't have much truck with cults, and we might be able to camp tomorrow at Mesa Verde, which is federal. What do you think?"

They were too scared, or too nervous or too something to answer. Finally, Marian said, "This place is a lot more desolate than I thought, and we don't want a run in with those bikers out here by ourselves. Let's do what you suggest."

"One other thing, when we get going, put your more respectable clothes on and figure out a way to carry your valuables with you. We have to assume the people following us are able to damage or steal the RV."

I could tell that didn't sit well, but was acknowledged as necessary.

I set an alarm for midnight and sacked out. After a while, there were warm bodies on all sides.

(cont'd in Part 3 - A Decision at Chaco)



Romancing the Librarian Pt. 03



A Decision at Chaco

After the scare with Julie's uncle and the other bikers at the edge of the Glen Canyon reservoir, we made our way carefully to the RV hidden in the wash. It took a bit of maneuvering to get the rig headed back to the road in the pitch black, but Marian did a great job with a hooded flashlight. She took the other seat and said the women were going to spell each other staying up with me. I didn't say anything but wondered when I would get Julie in my lap again.

On the low beams, we made our way to the trading post and the highway. Nothing but some glowing eyes in the headlights. I headed north at sixty and relaxed. Told Marian to go to bed and forget the relief.

It was a moonless night, so the massive monuments we passed could not be seen. Another time for sightseeing.

On the south side of Cortez was a brightly lighted truck stop. I gassed up and inquired about temporary parking. The man at the counter said the back of the asphalt was fine if I left by eight in the morning.

I put us directly under a light, pointed to the highway. Nudged my way into the pile of bodies and said when the alarm rang in thirty minutes, someone was to take a careful look around from inside and reset the alarm so we stayed semi-alert until dawn.

The sun was just up when I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. Marian was unpacking a sack from the truck stop diner. Pancakes, bacon and eggs hit the spot. Even the coffee was decent.

Marian had a newspaper. In the local news section was a small picture of Julie under the caption, "Authorities seeking whereabouts of young woman." The story recounted Julie's disappearance from her family home on Saturday, and said she had not been seen since. There was no mention of the 911 call. According to the story, her family was anxious to know she was ok.

Julie read it with anger. "Yeah, they want me all right, they just won't say what for!"

She looked at me and asked, "What can we do?"

I had an idea and woke my editor at her home in California. "Janis, do you still have the number of that telephone anonymizer service?"

She gave me the number and explained how to use it. I went inside and bought a low tech prepaid cell phone. 

When I got back to the van, I said to Julie, "Let's try to shut down the searching. There's some risk, but this system lets you make a call through multiple exchanges that effectively makes it impossible to trace. After you use this prepaid phone, we are going to destroy it. So I think you should call this number in the paper for the Fredonia police, and also call your family. Let's make some notes so you seem completely normal and in charge of your life."

Julie came across like a champ. I'll remember her harsh words on the family call, "You want to abuse me and I don't want anything to do with you ever again."

I hugged her and said, "If we are lucky, there is a police tap on the line to your house and they heard the bit about abuse. Might get some questions asked."

An hour later, after paying to use the RV service bay, our tanks were topped up and we headed south for Mesa Verde. At the entrance station, we discovered there was an available RV site and paid our fees.

In a grove of trees, near a modern looking bathroom, we came to a heartfelt stop. We looked at each other and sighed.

The tension release had us all back asleep in minutes. A light knock on the door woke me. I opened it to find a ranger with a badge outside. "Sir, may I have a word with you please."

"May I see some identification." I showed him my driver's license and asked him for his, which were official.

"We have a request from the local authorities to keep an eye out for this vehicle. There is a question about a young woman who is missing."

I gave him the short version of the events of the last three days. "I expect you want to talk to her. She will be happy to do that, but there isn't any chance of her being taken into custody is there?"

We exchanged hard looks and he said, "Not if her version is the same as yours. We don't allow any coercive behavior toward adults."

I went back inside. "Julie, the ranger needs to talk to you. Tell it to him straight. He seems decent and you shouldn't be afraid. You have to be by yourself so he can be sure you are not being held by us."

I added, "Talk to him like you did on the phone, you'll do fine."

He guided her to a table about twenty yards away and they talked for quite a while. At one point, he gave her a piece of paper and she wrote about a page full. When they stood up, he said something to her and she gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then dashed back to us.

I went out to say goodbye. "You're very kind to take her in from that bunch of no goods over on the strip. I'm going to tell the sheriff here that it looks to us as though the Fredonia police should be investigating the family." We shook hands. "We'll do our best to get her landed someplace to make a decent life."

As we were hiking the ruins of the vanished Indian civilization that afternoon, I considered the possibilities of more trouble. About the only thing left was some of the family looking for revenge when the law came down on their little game of raping and marrying off underage girls.

In the late afternoon, we relaxed at the campsite and read in a brochure about the mysterious disappearance of the Anasazi, and the speculation about repeated drought making the area uninhabitable.

Julie came out with some munchies and a bright smile. She perched on my knee and snatched a quick kiss.

I wrapped an arm around her and said, "You don't seem too much worse for your encounter with the police ranger."

"He was really inquisitive about you. Why was I in a California vehicle. How could I trust strangers. Did I need him to call someone locally that could help me."

"Those are good questions. You are lucky you got a young one who has some training and some sympathy for your situation."

"He was really cute at the end. That's why I kissed him." She giggled and went on, "What I am really lucky about is finding you and the other women. She shook in my arms.

Marian came out and stood behind me. "Sheila says we have to call him dumbass because he is so good to us."

Julie wrinkled her nose and said, "That's gross. We can find a better nickname to put him down with than that!"

Her arms were around both of us. "This is so much better than last night. I was really scared when those bikers showed up again."

I turned around and pulled them into me. "Hey, dumbass was pretty unhappy too!"

We went in to help Sheila with dinner. 

Full of food and red wine, I was relaxing on the the bed with my eyes closed. A body climbed over and pressed against my side. "They sent me to keep you company. It's too early to go to bed."

"There are things to do in bed other than sleep."

"I know. Talk to me about my future as your wife. I'm not the mousy librarian anymore. Two other women have attached themselves to you. I'm getting less sex but liking it more. This isn't the road trip you promised me."

The other bodies climbed into the bed. They had been to the shower facility and smelled great. I liked smelling and touching their bare skin and kept my eyes closed.

"I was trying to talk to him about his and my future, but I am doing all the talking."

"I'm thinking."

"You are mostly rubbing our tits. Don't stop."

Marian and I were eased out of our clothes and the lights killed.

"I can hear wheels turning. He is not hard. Must be serious."

"Have to set the alarm to get up about every hour. Can't relax yet. Would be nice to know if cops have scared Julie's dad and brothers off."

Julie got on top of me and whispered, "Ok if I stay close to you? I'm part of that not relaxed yet problem."

Hands pushed her head down on my chest and rubbed on her. Pulled up the blanket. Her hips twitched, which was making me hard.

She raised her head and kissed me. Then leaned and kissed the others. "I want to know about my future too."

"And me. What are you going to do with a biker girl who knows about sound systems?"

I said, "And is kind and generous and sexy and a good person to have around in a tight spot?"

"Stop that. You'll make me cry. I thought this was a serious conversation."

There was nervous rubbing and twitching and naughty use of hands going on. Very distracting. Julie had me hard, but he was trapped under her.

I asked, "If we were completely free to do anything we wanted, what would that be?"

Marian started humming. The other two picked it up.

"You are the alpha male. The pack leader. You are supposed to be sniffing out a good trail that we can follow."

"I like the sniffing right here."

Julie bounced on me. "He's being bad."

I wrapped my arms around her and dug into youthful muscles. "That's what alpha males do. We do bad."

They hummed off and on and I tried to think. Not sleepy anymore. This crowd was turning into night owls. I was impressed with all the energy around me. Had to find something more for them to do than keeping my cock happy. And poking around in ruins wasn't going to work much longer either.

"We need a new base of operations. Someplace with good people, good weather, and opportunity."

Humming stopped. The little voice above me said, "I don't have any money." The voices on either side said they had a little money, but not much. I said, "I have some money."

I cut to the chase. "Let's make our way to Albuquerque and scope it out. We can find an RV park and live cheap while we nose around."

I rolled bodies to the side and said, "I'm going to check outside and have a shower. If anything starts happening, honk the horn."

The shower felt good but wasn't coed, so I didn't linger.

The following day, we got organized early and went for a long hike, stretching muscles that were tight from being cooped up too much. We ate lunch in some trees in a ravine with a tiny trickle of water in it. We were all on the quiet side, enjoying the scenery and thinking about the next step in our oddball adventures. Maybe we would be on our way tonight.

Marian asked me to make margaritas while she did special munchie treats. The four of us relaxed in the camp chairs and made idle conversation. Out of nowhere, Sheila said, "I like sleeping with you, but it seems to me the engaged couple isn't getting any privacy. Julie and I can use the bed over the cab tonight."

Marian was looking at me and smiling an evil grin. Did she really want me alone?

I looked around at them and tried to defuse whatever vibes were being exchanged. "Hey, Marian and I like to be by ourselves, but we also think having two extra bodies in there is mighty fine."

Marian shot me a steely look and said, "What is this 'we' business, buster? I'll speak for myself, thank you. What about sending him to the cab bed so we can have a girl fest in the back?"

Julie and Sheila were afraid to laugh, but I wasn't. "So, that's it. I'm in the middle of a coven of lesbians. I should have known."

Drinks were gulped and put down. I was hustled into the van and stripped on my way to the big bed in the back. Shades were quickly drawn and the door locked.

I had the three Furies all over me. "We'll show you who is a lesbian." Someone was smearing goo on my prick and licking at it. Someone else was shoving their freshly laundered pussy in my face. I couldn't tell what the third one was doing because I couldn't see anymore. The licker stopped and sat on my cock. I found out what the third was doing when two greased fingers went in my ass.

The closest pussy, which turned out to be Marian, hissed, "Take back that crack about lesbians!"

Sheila added, "If we were lesbians, you wouldn't be getting any pussy time!"

Julie jammed her fingers harder into me and said, "If we were lesbians, our strapons would be giving your back door a real workout instead of the special treatment it is getting from me."

I lay there taking my medicine and loving it, until finally I heaved up and arranged them on their backs side by side, grinning at me. Marian was in the middle, with my cock stuffed balls deep in her. Six nipples were available and getting wet attention from my lips and teeth.

Marian humped up at me and said, "You'd better not leave these two untended for long. A neglected pussy can be a terrible thing!"

Before she hardly had the words out of her mouth, my great slimy tool was finding a hot, welcoming home in Sheila. Biker girl definitely needed attention. She was in constant motion, humping and clamping as hard as she could. "Keep that up, don't stop." 

Julie climbed over so she could swallow as much boob as possible, munching away and making grrr noises. Marian was licking and kissing Sheila aggressively, telling her that she had to earn my cock and to show us how hard she could come.

The tough treatment worked. Sheila was still talking when a loud groan issued forth and her body went catatonic. The tremors spread up and down, back and forth, and didn't stop for a long while.

I pulled out and got my back against the headboard, so Julie could have her favorite position straddling me. She was fully aroused and lubricated. We went together like machinery. In the dimness, her gorgeous boobs were bouncing sinfully. Marian and Sheila were now next to me, so all three of us were watching Julie's performance. 

She whispered, "Does this keep getting better? It seems like every time I ride Jeff, I have a bigger orgasm."

I said, "I thought you women wanted privacy. Poor Julie is going to have a monster climax any second and has a big audience." I jammed up hard into her and she came, moaning and smiling. The women next to me reached out and pinched her nipples and the climax just went on. I bounced hard and said, "That was a miserable performance. I must be doing something wrong if you can't come better than that."

She lost it, arms flailing, hips bucking, cunt squeezing me. I flipped forward so I was on top, pounding hard and she screamed as I unloaded blast after blast into her young cunt.

She lay there, grinning and saying, "Oh Jeff, promise you will keep riding me hard. I've never come like that before."

Marian arrived with washcloths and towels. She said, "Young lady, I think you just earned an A in advanced sex education class!"

Sheila was sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled Marian's pussy close, tongue reaching for her clit. I realized Marian needed more cock and jumped up to take her from behind. Julie was pulling her hair and holding her bent over. Sheila and I produced a great orgasm in seconds. Amazing myself, my cock spewed great gobs of come into the tight twat of my beloved, who howled and collapsed into Julie's arms.

Sheila and I stood looking at the pink mess of post-orgasmic Marian. She looked great. Julie asked, "Was that the graduate seminar performance?" Marian tried to swat Julie and fell back in giggles.

I was behind Sheila, nibbling on her neck and massaging her firm tits. My cock was even showing signs of life in her ass crack. She pushed back against me. I said, "That was pretty much fun, for no privacy sex."

I was indeed hard again and rooting gently in all the sloppy moisture in Sheila's sex. She leaned over and pulled Julie to the edge of the bed. 

My cock wouldn't give up. Each perfect cunt got me a couple more times and rewarded the attention with more orgasms. There was no hot water after we got all that cleaned up.

The dinner was fabulous. Stroganoff with round steak and fresh mushrooms. I found one bottle left of the red wine supply and we ate and drank until no one could move.

The morning sun was shining and bladders were emptying. Breakfast was in bed. My cock was the subject of comment. "Looks awful limp. May not rise again. It won't bother us for a while." 

I kissed and hugged all three and told them I loved them. Julie delivered breakfast items and went from lap to lap.

She said, "I never knew it would be so nice having a guy and a girl after me at the same time." She blushed and I tweaked her nipple. She lay her head on my shoulder and hummed.

Marian said, "Now that we have the orgy out of the way, what next?"

Sheila and I pulled her across our laps and beat a tattoo on her tough behind. I said, "We are doing this while we figure that out. You have a very fine ass."

She tried to wiggle away but Julie got hold of her feet and worked on them, fingers digging deep.

Sheila jerked and I realized Marian had a finger or two into her. I leaned over for a kiss and said, "Isn't this fun?"

I turned Marian over so her head was away from us and her pink sex was presented for our inspection.

I smiled and said, "Pretty prime pussy, don't you think?"

She struggled to get away but Sheila and Julie each had a leg. I reached down and drew the crotch up to my mouth. 

"Jeff, no, you can't."

Too late. I was at her and she was bucking and moaning and coming quickly. Not giving her time to react, the pussy was impaled on my hard cock and I drew her upright.

"Your lady friends told me to make sure you got enough sex on this trip."

She looked daggers at me and clamped down hard. She was blushing from face to navel.

"I thought you said we had to leave early."

"No, you misheard me. I said we had to fuck early." Giggles from around me. Julie and Sheila were in a clinch of their own.

"Am I supposed to come again? Are you going to make a mess in there?"

"Probably not possible after last night."

"Are you sure?"

She had a determined smile on her face and was beating up on the worn out cock. Julie hollered, "Go Marian!"

Wonder of wonders, he rose to the occasion and blasted up into the climaxing cunt.

We hugged tightly. "You are a no good fucker, but I love you." I nibbled on her ear and made what I hoped were loving noises. Sheila and Julie were rubbing on her and cooing. Marian asked them, "Should I tell him?

"Yes, now that we know about Albuquerque."

She didn't let go and asked, "You remember that first night, you did me over the table with the coyote yipping right outside?"

"Yes. Best sex I had in a long time."

"Me too. A very long time. I knew you were a nice guy, but it wasn't until then that I knew you would give me the sex I had been missing. I thought to myself right there that I needed your baby. I stopped taking my pills, and warned you. I haven't had a period since and my breasts are tender."

"Are you trying to tell me I might be a father?"

Sheila and Julie hummed and said, "She is, she is."

They added, "We have to find a place to settle down for a few months."

I was speechless and even a little teary. Tough guy, yeah. Tell me about it.

After yet another cleanup of ourselves and the bed, we got going, headed east. I drove in a daze, the road stretching away in the distance. Sheila knelt next to me, pulling on my ears. "Feels different, doesn't it?"

"Was she pregnant when you proposed to her? Do you knock up innocent, unmarried women?" She was in my hair, making driving even harder.

Marian was suddenly on the floor behind Sheila, mashing her tits and saying, "Jeff, this one is having feelings about letting your sperm do her too."

Sheila's head was on my shoulder and she was saying through some tears, "My life is so screwed up, I can't be a proper mother. Can you beat me into shape to be a mother?"

Now Julie was up in front with the rest of us. "Yes, I want the same treatment. Beat me into shape to be a good mother."

Fortunately for me, we came up to a rest stop and I pulled in. I shepherded them all to the bed and everyone had a good cry. I said soothing things and applied kisses here and there. Julie and Sheila hugged the new mother-to-be and sniffled. Marian looked at me and said, accusingly, "See what you started. Putting your big cock in me and shooting that stuff everywhere. You should be ashamed!"




Romancing the Librarian Pt. 03



I hovered, saying, "Hey, I'm just a poor dumb RV driver with a curious cock. He goes around finding compatible places."

The tears were gone and they were pouncing. "Just wait! That cock is going to get curious once too often and you are going to have three mothers and three babies to support. Tell that to your editor!"

They muttered to themselves, "Curious cock my ass. That is a big hard seducing cock that smells out pussy wherever it goes!"

Julie laughed and rubbed herself on me. "Yes, but why is seduction so much fun when he does it?"

Sheila was sitting on Julie's legs and swatted her curvy rear. "Stop giving away our secrets. He's not supposed to know we are hooked on his monster tool."

I rubbed and kissed and went back to my driving. There were happy giggles behind me and I relaxed. Equilibrium restored.

"You better get out the road maps and decide where we are stopping next."

It didn't take them long to discover we were less than a hundred miles from Chaco Canyon. The librarian pounded on me and said, "You are being devious again. You said three weeks ago we were going to Chaco. Now you are pretending the women are finding a place to stop."

I pulled into an RV facility in Farmington and said, "Here's where you get to do some work while I fix the tanks. We need a reservation to take this thing into Chaco, and we need a check on the condition of the miles of dirt road we have to cover to get there. The WiFi should work here."

I busied myself outside with water and waste, fuel for the alternator, and propane for the stove and water heater. Half an hour later, we were ready to roll again, and I checked inside.

They were all smiles and working on lunch. "Ha! Thought you were going to get us in trouble!"

Julie draped herself over my head and whispered, "We have a reservation for this monster for four days." 

Marian said, "We are stopping at the hardware here to get a couple of shovels and some 2x4s, which may come in handy."

I stared at them. My women were well along toward claiming desert rat status.

Sheila clutched a sheet of paper. "I am in charge of commissary. You are to be responsible for wine, beer and booze."

We turned south at Bloomfield toward the park. There was a lot of chatter from the women. They had slipped into an outdoor store next to the grocery, and were decked out in new hiking clothes and floppy hats. I thought about the guys who might be chasing us, and figured their chances were dropping by the day. 

The sun was behind the rocks to the west when we claimed our campsite, near the Visitor Center. It was well off the park road, but clearly visible if you knew what you were looking for.

We set up the outdoor table and chairs, and I fixed drinks. I made a toast, "Here's to my three tough desert rats."

They gave me their best desert rat stares, and I smiled back. "I hope you feel as tough as you look. There is great hiking here, but it isn't easy."

Newly pregnant Marian, now clearly the Great Mother, said, "Just try us. Be careful what you threaten, buster."

They cuffed me gently as they filed inside to work on dinner. I grabbed Marian's hand and said, "Stay a minute."

She sat on my lap and pulled my hair. "What?"

"We aren't home free. We've got two women that may have men chasing them. I am going to set up the cot in that clump of bushes over there and spend the night out. Too vulnerable with everyone cooped up inside. Maybe you can explain to the others?"

She made no move to get up, but took another sip of her drink.

"One thing I know for sure, you are not sleeping out here by yourself."

I waited, but she was waiting for me. "Ok, what's plan B?"

She pulled harder on my hair and nuzzled my neck. "The man is supposed to be in charge of the defensive perimeter."

I said, "Where did you get that fancy talk?"

She giggled. "In some war novel I read."

I rubbed my thumb across her boob and said, "If there are two of us outside, the others are going to come out, too."

"Yes, we've gotten very comfortable nesting with each other."

"Ok, we put down a ground cloth and three bags all zipped together. One of us sits in a chair, and the other three sleep. No lights and clothes on. We can rehearse what to do if someone shows."

"Better. Let's go help."

We were seated at the pulled out settee for almost the first time. The warmed up roast chicken from the store was excellent.

I said, "Hmm. We need to pay a little attention to possible pursuers. We are probably safe, but let's take precautions anyway. Marian and I think we should wait until almost dark and make a bed on a ground cloth in that clump of bushes. One person can stay awake while the others sleep. We can take turns watching and listening."

That killed the conversation. But over berries for dessert, heads nodded. "Yes. We can pretend it's Girl Scouts again. With some boy who snuck in."

It was an early bedtime, but the stars were out, and the calm cool air felt nice. Sounds carried a long way. We could hear voices from other campsites. No one was close to us, luckily.

At midnight, Sheila was nudging me out of the chair, saying she had the watch. Julie and Marian made a spot between them and I was warm and asleep very quickly. 

There was gray in the east when a hand covered my mouth and a voice at my ear said, "Shadow in trees behind us."

All four of us stayed on the ground, spreading out free of the sleeping bags and staring intently uphill. 

In half an hour, it was full daylight and there was no one close to us. Marian and I walked to where she thought she had seen something, and sure enough, there were fresh footprints in the sandy dirt. Coming in from one side and continuing along toward the visitor center.

We went in the RV and made coffee. "Feels good we slept out, doesn't it?"

"Question is, did it have anything to do with us?"

I stood and messed with hair and applied kisses. "Hey, we are four tough hombres, and we are going to have fun, going into the park with our motorcycles and hiking. Before we go, I'll check on campground security."

As I busied myself with the bikes, I thought about how to end the shadow hanging over us. If surveillance was still out there, it had to be twisted minds. Sheila and Julie didn't have anything worth stealing except themselves. Marian and I weren't very big targets either. The people chasing knew we were prepared to defend ourselves. 

The women had lunch packs and were in their new used leathers and looked the part of tough biker girls with studded jackets and leggings. Sheila pushed up against me, "Buddy, you got any ideas of hitting on us, take 'em somewhere else..." I looked down and there was a nasty looking knife going back into a hidden sheath on the inside of her thigh.

"You look like you know how to use that."

"I do. You work around stagehands for very long and you learn to watch out for yourself."

She brushed my lips with hers. "Tell us what we are doing."

"Let's go up the loop road a mile or so and have a little chat."

We sat under some cottonwoods in a damp place at the bottom of the cliff. The view was open to the south and a warm breeze blew in our faces. It wasn't hard to imagine Native Americans raising grain here by the creek hundreds of years ago before the climate dried out.

"I've been thinking about the guys chasing us. Worrying over it sucks."

"Yeah. Sucks."

"It would be nice to smoke them out in the open and identified. Stalking can get you thrown into jail."

Sheila said, "I can't imagine Rick convincing George and SueEllen to keep chasing me. But if he is on his own, with no job, he might be crazy enough to keep going."

Julie said, "My dad wants me, but he has an extended family and can't afford to screw that up. He might be crazy enough to lay on a bounty and turn some of the cousins loose."

Marian looked fierce, "Bastards. If they try anything, that's stalking, assault and kidnapping."

There was a minute of silence and I said, "We can defend ourselves, but the way to end this is to set a trap that drops them into the hands of the police." 

Marian asked, "Do you go to the rangers and explain the situation?"

"I've been thinking about that. These poor guys are supposed to be helping people enjoy the park, not dealing with stalkers."

I stood, "Let's go out to end of the loop road and hike to the petroglyphs for lunch. I need to sort out an idea or two."

After a mile of hiking in the hot sun, everything except tees and shorts was in the packs. It felt good. My brain waves were pulsing. A little voice said, you are playing with fire. Another voice said, we are going to end this now.

I pushed the whole business to the back of my mind and concentrated on my friends. All of us were sweating and liking it. Marian looked at me and said, "You've decided, haven't you?"

"Yes, but it doesn't need attention until tonight. Let's enjoy this great day."

Every time one of them looked at me, I gave them a bold, lusty look right back. Sheila was the first to get the idea, and gave me a hard look in return that said, "You'll regret hitting on me." The others noticed and worked on their toughest biker girl faces.

"If you think you are getting any, you are barking up the wrong tree."

"Hey, you said you'd like some company." I tried my bland, helpful helpmate look.

"You're just like those other biker dudes, thinking you deserve free sex."

"Hey, lookee here. Y'all are cute, but I'm not a paying kind of guy."

"You got anything to say before we chase you off?" They turned in a half circle on the trail and the looks would fry an egg.

I sat on the nearest rock and got out my water. "Why do I have a feeling that if this was real and I took another step towards you, I'd get a kick in the balls and karate chop to my neck?"

Marian said, giving me a quick kiss, "It's good practice, isn't it?"

I struggled to get my arms around three waists and nuzzled their belly buttons. Fists pounded on my head and neck, not very hard.

"He's making us grow up, damn him. Wants us to feel we can take out those good for nothings."

I looked up and smiled, "Well?"

A strong, independent voice belonging to the youngest said, "Follow us to those tall bushes for lunch."

Lying on my side in the shade, eating an outstanding egg salad sandwich, I said, "Julie, you ever set a rabbit snare?"

"Lots of times. They make really good stew."

"Well, what would you think of our setting a trip wire up there where the guy was prowling last night?"

"Hmm. He comes down hard and we get him hogtied before he knows what happened?"

"Something like that."

Sheila said, laughing, "What if it turns out he's got insomnia and has nothing to do with us?"

Marian smiled, "Our butts get thrown out of the park and told not to come back."

Several bodies passed on the trail below and I waited before continuing.

"We will set a trip wire and snare tonight along that faint trail. But we need a fallback if nothing happens." 

"There is a ranch south of here on a gravel road that has camping. We make a casual daylight departure tomorrow and head down there. If we are lucky, it will be wide open country and the isolation will make it hard to try anything. We can settle in for a few days and wait them out. Enjoy the sun and hiking and talk about our future."

"Yes, our future," they chorused.

Marian poked me, "Glad to see you are doing your pack leader job."

The women were pleased to be out in the sun, working their legs, and marveling at the remnants of Indian culture from long ago. I thought about the guys chasing us and kept my mouth shut.

Another night under the stars was very nice, and very uneventful. Whoever it was the night before made no appearance. In the gray moments before sunrise, Marian nuzzled into my neck and made little noises that got me hard. I ran my fingers down her back and found others there. Sheila poked her head up and smiled. A third body wrapped her arm around me and tickled my ribs.

Marian was right, I was the pack leader, however temporary, and was going to protect my females. Seemed a primal male duty. I laughed and they sat up, eyes asking what was going on.

I pushed the oldest across my lap and kissed her hard. ÒThis one has me thinking about my responsibilities. LetÕs have breakfast and rumble out of here.Ó

They were feeling feisty and were full of complaints and questions. ÒWhat are you going to do if they come after us again? When are we getting to Albuquerque? DonÕt you care about your poor pregnant mate?Ó

I sensed free floating anxiety and put them to work on chores to get their minds off unanswered questions. We had the RV buttoned up and were on the road before nine. Navigation was simple. A straight line of gravel road stretched in front, surrounded by rocky rolling desert as far as the eye could see.

After two hours, we had gone sixty miles and were almost to the Flying X Ranch, which advertised cabins and camping on the web. We stopped for fresh coffee and a walk around. And a pee. The women told me to be decent and not look at them as they squatted behind nonexistent bushes. I dug around in my duffel for the strongest binoculars we had. A look up and down the road showed nothing. Not even the slightest whiff of vehicle dust.

ÒIf there is anyone after us today, they arenÕt very close.Ó

Marian pulled my hair and asked, ÒAre you sure they havenÕt bugged the RV again?Ó

I cursed myself when I found the small gadget under the frame. Dumbnut. We had left the vehicle unattended yesterday for hours. No wonder we didnÕt get a night time visit. 

They stared at the small box in my palm. ÒWhat do you think? Leave it on the vehicle? Might as well let them assume we donÕt know about it?Ó

Julie leaned on me and said, ÒThey can read the same maps we can. The Flying X is the only place out here before the good road, which is another sixty miles away.Ó

Marian summed it up, ÒWe camp out at the ranch tonight. If we are lucky, we run into some people heading out tomorrow and going toward El Paso. DonÕt you think the bug would like a ride to El Paso? ItÕs on the way to Yucatan.Ó

Her voice was serious, but the eyes were laughing. We piled into the RV and were at the ranch before noon. A very pleasant young woman named Grace welcomed us and confirmed that our online reservation had been received and a place well away from the road was available. 

ÒSometimes the satellite Internet goes down, but for you, it didnÕt.Ó She smiled and said there was WiFi on the veranda if we wanted to use the net. I shook my head and said we had put ourselves on an Internet diet.

Outside, I told the women that there was no point in possibly giving away our location by using Internet. Marian poked me and said, ÒFat chance, they already are tracking us with the bug.Ó

Setting up the sunshade and the picnic table, I was having rebellious thoughts. Uppity women. 

And wondering about Albuquerque. Three people and a writer, all looking for work in a place without a lot of jobs. And a desert climate that was great for tourist trips and otherwise wasn't much, at least by California standards. An RV that wasn't exactly a home and would start rubbing rough spots on its four occupants.

Maybe I was just gloomy because we hadn't gotten rid of the pursuers.

Julie had a trail map she got from the reception area. "What if we take lunch and water and find a place to watch the road and the RV and stay out of sight?"

We locked the vehicle and headed northeast across the gravel road. Following a gentle rise, we found a clump of rocks that offered shelter from the sun and a viewing spot for the road below to the west. Julie had her binoculars out, checking the area, while I munched on a sandwich and dozed. Marian and Sheila used my leg for a pillow.

A shout from Julie got us all awake. Her arm pointed to a cloud of dust in the distance to the north, advancing rapidly. Peering through the glasses, she said, "Looks like three bikes riding together."

I was trying to decide what we should do, other than staying put, when Julie gave another shout, "There's someone after them with a flashing red light. It must be the park police."

Over the next ten minutes, we watched a desert drama play out before us. A very personal drama. As the bikes neared our position, Julie exclaimed, "It's the same ones! The ones we saw on the reservation."

The riders kept looking back and then at each other. A second park vehicle with its light going closed fast on the first. The bikers were almost abreast of our position, which was a quarter mile or so from the road. I could see without glasses one of them shrug at the others and begin slowing.

When the cavalcade stopped, the police ranger waited for his backup and carefully walked to the bikes, a hand out for licenses. Gesturing to the three men in leather to stay put, he walked to the other park vehicle and handed in the licenses. After several minutes, he nodded and returned the licenses, shaking his head and pointing back up the road toward the Canyon. This was not popular. Our shadow bikers stomped their feet and waved arms vigorously. After a minute or so, the ranger pulled out his phone and what looked like a citation book.

Things quieted down after that, and shortly the two park vehicles were headed north with the bikers sandwiched in between.

Sheila asked, "Do you think we should call the police and identify them?"

"Couldn't hurt. Let's go back to the ranch."

Grace had a number for the direct line to the park police and I reached a woman who obviously was also a dispatcher. She knew of the events out our way and said she would have a ranger call us as soon as he was available.

I suggested to the women that they could relax at the RV, and I would wait. A short explanation to Grace was in order, after which she exclaimed, "That's nasty. That's more than nasty, it's criminal!

A short time later, the phone rang with a call from the ranger in charge of police patrols, who thanked me and described a speakerphone call to the Sheriff in Fredonia, with the bikers in the room. Apparently, the Sheriff knew all of them and said they were in serious trouble and had already earned thirty day jail sentences if he decided to press charges. Not to mention what would happen to their jobs and so on.

According to the ranger, the Sheriff also said he wanted to see them tomorrow morning in his office or he was putting out arrest warrants.

I expressed great thanks and said I would inform the women that their pursuers were headed back to face the music in Fredonia. Grace gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "You go take care of those lovely ladies. They will be happy, I am sure."

The lovely ladies were indeed very happy, knocking me to the bed and beating on my chest. 

"Jeff! That is such good news. Now we can be just ordinary scared, not seriously scared!"

We shared a couple of beers outside under the umbrella. I felt a nap coming on and headed for the bed. After some banging in the kitchenette, I was joined by three other sleepy bodies. I pulled Marian close and said, "I had a thought..."

She poked me and said, "Now what?"

"What would you think about growing our baby in your own home instead of out here in the desert?"

A long silence was ended by screams. "Oh my god, he wants to go home! Hallelujah!"

I was pounded all over again. Knowing worries were growing, I grabbed our two strays and pulled them close. "Is it acceptable for you to live with us while you get established in new lives?"

I was showered with kisses and happy noises and closed my eyes. They tried to nap with me, but it didn't work, too much juice flowing. Marian announced, "You stay here and sleep, we are going for a walk and have girl talk."

An hour later, feeling the lack of exercise, I threw on my running shorts and shoes and headed out, waving at Marian and the others as I went by. Animal and human trails went every which way, but it didn't matter, because all the landmarks stayed in sight. My condition was lousy. Too much nervous tension didn't help. 




Romancing the Librarian Pt. 03



Out of breath after three miles, my sweaty self stopped for a towel on the way to the indoor showers. Marian gave me a long look and said, "We need to talk."

I imagined the hot water washing the desert away, and leaving, what? Not a solitary writer anymore. How do you survive going from zero women in your life, and bed, to three? 

The three bodies were working on dinner, and glanced at me with firm faces.

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

They pointed to an opened beer on the table and said, "Sit."

I took a long drag and looked up. There were frowns that didn't quite make it.

"Can we go to the Grand Canyon on the way home?"

After thinking about that, I said, "I guess so, it is only an hour off the freeway."

"Can we go to Las Vegas and stay in that black pyramid thingie?"

"You mean the Luxor? You want to see a show too?"

Nods. I opened my eyes as wide as I could, "Anything else?"

"You sure you want to live with three women and a baby. Maybe more than one baby?"

I turned and dove for the bed, hiding my head and moaning.

They were so excited they couldn't stand it. As I knew it would, my body took a lot of punishment.

I sat up and gave each of them a calming kiss. 

"I should be so lucky as to have you three around..."

In the morning, it was easy to go south to the Interstate and turn right.