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Brad's Road Trip Ch. 01

By: SpotInTheSand



If you'd told me I'd have phone sex with the woman of my dreams on the day I met her, I'd have thought you were nuts. 

If you'd told me I'd fall in love with her before even meeting her, I'd have simply laughed at you.

If you'd told me I'd have sex with more than 15 women in the three weeks between talking to her for the first time and actually meeting her - all with her blessing - well, then I might have been speechless.

Then I would have laughed at you and called you nuts.

I guess that's why we're not usually informed of the unbelievable things that are going to happen to us before they actually occur. They're just that - unbelievable - before they happen.

Oddly enough, this whole thing happened because of perhaps the most innocent thing you could ever imagine.

**********

It was a simple phone call to my mother.

I did this every now and again - call my mom at work in the middle of the day. No Oedipus complex or anything; I'm just very much a "momma's boy," and since the Marine Corps had stopped dipping its bucket into my well three days ago, I didn't have a lot to do. I figured giving my mom a call would be as good a way as any to kill five minutes. 

After all, I was sure she would welcome any break from ensuring that the specialized taco flippers of the world were properly compensated for their single-digit IQ efforts.

Only, my mom didn't answer the phone at the Taco Bell office building, and neither did Betsy, the middle-aged woman who worked down the hall from her. Instead, someone new answered the phone.

"Taco Bell offices, this is Kelly, how can I help you?"

The voice instantly stunned me. I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again, croaked out something that didn't even remotely resemble English, and then coughed.

"Hello?" the voice said again.

This time I cleared my throat, so as not to sound like a moron again.

"Hi. Sorry, didn't expect anyone to answer the phone that fast, and my mouth was full." It was a blatant lie, and she probably knew it. This wouldn't be my last conversation with her, but it would be the last lie I told her.

Well, almost.

"It's okay. What can I do for you?"

The voice struck me again, but this time I was prepared for it. I didn't think she was trying to sound sultry, but it was working either way. She could have been an operator on one of those sex lines - yeah, I know, most of those are men using voice changers, but still - because her voice sounded that good. No hint of an accent, so I guessed she was a native.

"It's Kelly, right?" I said, hoping to get myself back on solid ground.

"Yeah. Who is this?"

"Hi, Kelly. I'm Brad Carver."

"Related to Linda somehow, I'm guessing?

"That I am. Is she around?"

I was a bit surprised someone besides my mom, Betsy or Ron answered the phone.

"Actually, she's in a meeting right now. I can take a message for her, though."

"Are you a new person they just hired over there?"

"No, actually I'm an assistant manager at one of the stores. I was just in the office to pick up some things, but the whole staff - Linda, Betsy, Ron, everyone - they all went into a meeting. I'm off today so they asked me to watch the phone."

"Ah. Lucky you," I replied. "Well, I'm Linda's son. Was really just calling to say hi for a few minutes. I'm kind of like you - I'm off today and I'm bored."

"Well, I was going to take a message for her, but you can keep talking to me until they're done. It shouldn't be too long now."

Nice. A come-on, maybe?

"Sounds like a plan."

"So, Brad, you know what I do. What do you do to be off today?"

"I'm - actually, you're sitting at my mom's desk, right?"

"Yeah."

Even just one word, a simple "Yeah," was stirring something within me. This woman sounded smoking hot - yes, I know, that meant she was probably bordering on the 400-pound mark and would probably stop a rhino dead in his tracks with a glance, especially if she worked at Taco Bell. Still, there was a chance she looked as good as she sounded, and if she looked even half as good as she sounded, she'd still be gorgeous. So I figured I would see what I could do. After all, I'd be home in a few weeks, and I had nothing immediately lined up as far as.. physical arrangements went.

"Turn around and look on top of the large bookcase behind the desk."

I knew my mom kept a picture of me back there. And not just any picture - the picture from boot camp, when I was wearing Marine Corps Dress Blues. I had yet to meet a woman who saw that picture and didn't start drooling.

"Wow."

"What?"

"Is that you?"

"Yeah, that's me in the uniform."

"That's all I can really say. Wow."

I was in, at least from a physical standpoint. Good to know.

"I've gotten a bit bigger since then, in all the right areas, and I've grown a mustache and a goatee as well."

"I thought you couldn't have those in the Marine Corps."

"Mustaches yes, goatees no. But I've been on terminal leave for four days now, and I've decided I'm not shaving around my mouth ever again. I swear, I could get shot in the heart and not lose as much blood as I have from razor cuts over the last four years."

That got a laugh out of her, and I couldn't help but notice how sexy she sounded when she was laughing. Once again, I know - voice and face seldom match.

"What's this terminal leave you said you were on?"

"We get 30 days of paid vacation a year. My contract is up in early July, and before I get out, I have to either take all my unused leave, or they pay me for it. But with all the extra allowances I get for being in my chosen job field, it's better financially to just take the leave. So I've been pretty much out for four days now."

"Are you coming back?" Was that a hint of hope I heard?

"Yes, I'll be back in a few weeks. I leave here Thursday morning."

"It takes you that long to drive from.. where are you anyway?"

"San Antonio, Texas. And no, it doesn't. I'm making quite a few stops along the way."

"Like where?" I'd gotten in a few of my destinations before I heard some noise in the background, and I could clearly hear my mom's voice and also Ron, the operational director of the offices.

"Sounds like they're done," I said when I finished telling her about Sumter, South Carolina, and how I was going to visit family there.

"Yeah, they just let out. Let me get your mom," she said, and I tried to get her attention, but the phone dropped before I could get a word out. A few seconds later my mom picked up.

"Hi, Brad."

"Hey, mom. Sounds like a busy afternoon."

We chatted for a few moments, but I kept tabs on the background voices. I heard Kelly and Ron talking, and then I heard Kelly telling my mom to tell me to have a safe trip. I wasn't quite done with her, though.

"Mom, can you get Kelly back on the phone for a second?"

"Why?"

"Well, I was telling her about my trip, and I told her I was going to Pittsburgh. She said she'd been there, and I was going to ask her about some spots to hang out when you guys came out of the meeting."

I tried not to lie to my mother, either, but it seemed like a better idea than the truth right then - "Mom, I was trying to arrange some action when I get home, but she gave you the phone before I could close the deal." In this case, what she didn't know would definitely not hurt her.

"Ok." She told Kelly I wanted to talk to her, and I heard her say "Me?" before picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi. I heard you telling my mom to tell me something, but there's no reason you can't tell me yourself."

"Well, yeah. I was just telling her to tell you to drive safely and have a nice trip."

"Heh, well, I'd planned on doing that anyway, but I'll definitely try even harder for you."

We shared a chuckle, and then the moment got awkward. I figured she might try to hand me back off to my mom so I went ahead and said my piece.

"Listen, Kelly. I really liked talking to you, for the five minutes we got. I'd like to meet you when I get back to town. What do you think?"

I figured, hell, worst-case scenario, she laughs and gives me back to my mom and I never see her again. Best case - at least I thought it was best case at the time - I had a date in a few weeks.

It just so happened that this was my lucky day, one of the many I would have over the next few weeks.

"I'd like that," she replied, and then she did me one better. "But I don't want to wait that long."

I wasn't sure I wanted to, either, but with a bunch of concert and game tickets purchased and several hotel rooms reserved, I couldn't back out. Before I could form something coherent, she read my mind. "I'm going to give you my cell number," she said. "Give me a call sometime while you're on the road."

Nice. Didn't even have to ask, although I would have had she not volunteered. "How 'bout I do even better than that?" I asked when I finished scribbling her number in my notebook.

"What do you mean?" she replied.

"What are you doing tonight?"

**********

Even as I sat at the table and listened to Chuck, Jerry, Adrian & Co. murder the latest hard rock hit with their dueling pianos, there was one feeling in particular that crept up on me and threatened to take over.

It wasn't excitement, though under the circumstances I guess it could have been.

It wasn't worry, though with an uncertain future and one big financial problem left to solve, I probably should have been worried.

Hell, it wasn't even horniness, despite the hot Puerto Rican waitress who had practically been begging Russ, Chad and I to take her home from the moment we walked in.

No. I was tired.

Five years in the Marines had drained me almost completely, and the few ounces of energy I had left were being diverted to the drawing breath department. It was Wednesday night, and between packing, the moving company and trying to tie up loose ends before I left, I hadn't slept since Sunday, and even then just an hour or two.

I'd spent more time in the gym earlier today than I'd slept in the past week.

Yep, the sleep monster was coming, and it wasn't stopping till it rendered me comatose. I wasn't arguing - I had a seven-hour drive tomorrow, and trying it without sleep would be pretty stupid at best. I would have probably passed out on our table if Chuck hadn't picked that moment to tell the whole bar my story.

"You know," the bald, slightly chunky black man said from behind the black baby grand piano, "we here at Howl At The Moon appreciate everyone who walks through the door. But we especially appreciate our regulars. The guys and gals - and assorted others - that come in here night after night and listen to us and have a good time. We thank all of you for not having lives."

That drew a laugh, even from me, but Chuck was far from finished.

"But there's one guy here tonight who outdates even me. This man has been coming in here since before any of us up here on stage even worked here. Three and a half years, ladies and gents.

"But now, after five years of working his ass off for the United States Marines-"

That of course, drew cheers. I was silently plotting ways to kill Russ and Chad for selling me out.

"-this guy is leaving the Alamo City tomorrow morning, and we want to send him out in a way that we reserve for only our most loyal customers. So Brad, you already know what's coming. Get up here."

Everyone applauded, but I felt like complete shit. Getting up on stage and singing "I Touch Myself" in an octave that would challenge Mariah Carey was not on my to-do list. But I was on the spot now, and I had to come through.

I climbed up on stage and grabbed the mic.

"All right. Before we start, I'd like to say that I've been through hell in the past week, and I'm not really feeling up to this. But, you know, it is Chuck asking."

I turned toward him and continued.

"And over the past 3-plus years, I've probably tipped 'ol Chuck enough to put at least two of his illegitimate kids through college, if not all three. So, what's one more favor for a friend, right?"

Chuck laughed and began hammering the keys. Despite my oncoming exhaustion, I did as I was told and put on a pretty dang good show. I kept my voice as high as possible and did all the hand movements I thought were necessary. I basically compiled a greatest hits collection from all the guys and girls I'd seen do this over the years. Toward the end of the song, I walked up to where Chuck was playing, cupped my crotch and rubbed the back of my hand against his shoulder right as I hit the final "I touch myself." He laughed it off, while most of the bar patrons shouted and cheered. A couple even tossed $1 bills at the stage.

When I got done, everyone cheered. Over the next two hours, I didn't have to pay for a beer - and beer was about all that was keeping me awake. I was in one of those sleep-deprived hazes, where things are just kind of happening around you and you're almost semi-conscious. I'd lost Chad and Russ shortly after my singing performance - I was just sitting at the bar now, letting people come up to me, kiss me on the cheek or shake my hand depending on sexual orientation, and give me beer.

Sometime around closing time - I think - either Russ or Chad put a hand on my shoulder and told me it was time to go. I offered no arguments - I had to be on the road around 7 a.m. that morning, or right around five hours from then. I chugged the rest of the beer in front of me, threw a $20 on the bar for a tip, and stumbled out of the bar after them.

The hot Puerto Rican waitress was hanging all over Chad, and there were two other girls walking with us, too. I knew I would have absolutely no energy to mess around when we got home - one of the other guys was just going to have to double-dip. I was sure neither of them would mind, just as I was sure that both Russ and Chad would get all they wanted of all three girls by the end of the evening. I figured there was a safe bet they'd be awake and still going at it when I woke up at six to shower for the first of many, many days of driving.

The car was designed to seat four, or maybe five if everyone in the back seat was small, but since there were six of us, someone had to sit on my lap on the way home. I didn't even care - as soon as my butt hit the seat, I was out. The girl on my lap could have started giving me head on the freeway and I'm not sure I'd have noticed. Maybe if she was really talented.

**********

When I next opened my eyes, the car was stopped in front of what was about to be my old apartment building. The girl was still on my lap, and she grinned when I woke up.

"Up for a little fun?" she asked me in perfect English. In reality, it was probably slurred as all hell English, but since I was sloshed as all hell, my translating abilities matched up perfectly with her speaking ones.

This one was blonde, bubbly, well-built and probably about as dumb as the seat belt I had strapping me in. Such women were usually prime targets for sex, but like I said. Not happening tonight.

"I'd like to, but I can't," I said, and she frowned. "I'm exhausted, and I gotta drive in the morning. But I enjoyed the ride home, anyway."

She giggled. "As bad as the roads are around here, I basically just gave you a 20-minute lapdance, and I didn't even get your name."

"Brad Carver," I said and offered up a hand that might have been misinterpreted in the Castro District. I was so tired it just kinda hung there.

"I'm Kelly," she said, and I smiled feebly back at her. The name bounced around in my beer-soaked brain for a minute, though, and it finally swam through the Miller Light to the surface.

"Oh, shit," I said. 

Kelly. 

My mind immediately shifted back to the phone conversation I'd had that afternoon. I remembered how much I was looking forward to another one, and I instantly perked up.

"What?" the girl on my lap asked, confused.

"Nothing," I said, and opened the door next to me. No one else was in the car, and I didn't even hear any noises, so I guessed Russ and Chad had left this particular Kelly in the car to wake me up while taking the other two into the apartment.

She slinked off my lap, grinning toothily at me as she did. She even licked her lips, which I thought was a bit over the top considering I'd told her nothing was going to happen. I slid out of the car and shut the door and immediately headed for the apartment. 

"You're certainly awake now, soldier," she said, and I cringed a little. Marines were Marines, Army guys were soldiers. Marines had nothing against the Army folks - for the most part, anyway - but we didn't like being called one.

"Actually, I'm not, hon," I said as I opened the door. Kelly gasped at what we saw - I might have been surprised except A) I'd seen it a few dozen times and B) I expected something like this anyway.

Chad was on his knees next to the couch with the Puerto Rican chick bent over in front of him. Her skirt was still on, but her white lace panties were around her knees. Her ass could have been made of caramel - it certainly looked good enough to eat. Or at least melt and drizzle over some apples. I didn't know why I had these kinds of thoughts, but they made me laugh out loud. I wouldn't mind getting me a taste if I didn't have other things on my mind.

She was giggling as Chad buried his face in her pussy, but I knew she'd soon stop laughing and start moaning. Almost on cue, I could see Chad shift his tongue directly onto her clit, and she let out one of those long, low moans that went on for most of a minute.

Across the room, Russ was sitting on the edge of the dinner table, his pants and boxers just a memory as a redhead knelt in front of him, taking his cock about as far as she could down her throat. Russ wasn't that big - maybe five, six inches at most - but this girl still couldn't deep throat him. I chuckled at what she'd think when she saw Chad's dick or if she saw mine. I couldn't see anything but the redhead's back, but I thought I remembered a pretty hot redhead hanging around us when we first got to the bar. Knowing Russ, she was at least a little attractive - the man had been known to turn down naked women lying in his bed if they didn't pass his internal sexy test.

Russ grabbed the redhead's shoulders and started fucking her mouth, making Kelly gasp.

"Wow," she said.

"Ever done anything like this?" I asked her.

"I've never even seen anything like this," she replied. Her face was flushed - from the alcohol or just from being turned on, I'm not sure. Probably both. "Have you?"

"Yes."

"You've seen it?"

"I've done it."

She just looked at me, almost in awe, or so my drunk ass thought.

"More than five or six times, at least."

She just gasped again and turned her head back to the action. Chad had the waitress bent over the couch now and was quickly pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy as he tongued her asshole. Chad's black fingers repeatedly pounding into the pink pussy surrounded by the mocha-colored skin made me think of dipping a chocolate bar in a cup of coffee. He was spanking her ass cheeks every so often with his left hand. I figured it wouldn't take long before that girl was adding another wet spot to the couch, and I knew it wouldn't be long till Chad was dipping an even longer and thicker chocolate bar in there.

The redhead had gotten off her knees and was now laying on the dinner table. She'd taken everything but her panties off, and Russ was straddling her chest. I saw now that she was rather well-endowed - a C cup at least, with probably somewhere around a 34 chest size. And she was pretty attractive, or so my beer goggles told me. Russ was slipping his cock in and out of her cleavage, making sure her red hair was lying everywhere as he did so. He grabbed her neck and held her face up so he could hit her lips with his cock every time he pushed forward.


Brad's Road Trip Ch. 01



Russ noticed us watching.

"You guys going to join us?" he asked without preamble.

I smiled. "Not me, man. I'm fucking beat."

"Come on, man. Lay the pipe just one last time, for old time's sake."

"I just did old time's sake two days ago, Russ. Then I did her sister yesterday, and a couple of her roommates last night. If I try anymore 'old time's sake,' I'm gonna die in a fiery crash on I-35 tomorrow if I don't get my ass into bed."

He laughed. Chad jumped in then.

"Fair enough. What about your friend there?"

I shrugged and looked at her. She was transfixed, staring at the waitress' ass as it stuck up in the air, and concentrating on Chad's tongue now that he'd gone back to rimming her ass.

She looked at me with all kinds of questions, but I just didn't have time. I wanted to get to bed, but first, I really wanted to talk to the other Kelly.

I just nodded at the Kelly in front of me.

"But... how?" she asked.

I smiled and took her hand.

"You ever given a blowjob before?" I asked, and she responded with a "What am I, stupid?" look.

"Okay, then. Go lay down in front of Chad," I said. "Unbuckle his pants, grab his dick and do what comes natural. The rest will work itself out."

"He's kneeling, though," she said, and we all laughed. Kelly blushed. "It'll be hard to get his pants off that way."

"Trust me, dear," I said as I headed toward my bedroom on the other side of the living room, getting a pretty nice view of the redhead's panty-clad pussy as I went. "He won't mind moving to take them off for you."

I knocked fists with Russ on the way into my bedroom, and I saw Kelly kneel next to Chad as I shut the door.

My cock was pretty close to rock hard by now. Just watching Kelly look so innocent about group sex had gotten me started, and it was all I could do not to bring her in here with me and let her take care of it for me. That's how tired I was - I was willingly blowing off sex to sleep, and I didn't even care.

I wasn't going to go to sleep yet, though. I quickly shed my shirt, jeans and socks and laid down on the futon wearing only boxers - I'd borrowed the futon from Chad after the movers took my bed a couple days ago. 

I grabbed my cell and called the number I'd just entered into it today.

"Hello?" the answer came on the fifth ring.

"Hey," I said. "I was starting to wonder if you were in bed."

"Sorry," Kelly replied. "I was in the middle of doing something, and I almost didn't hear the phone." 

She certainly didn't sound sleepy.

"I'd given up on you calling tonight," she said, so I filled her in on what I could remember from the bar, leaving out the details that were still taking place outside my door. I heard a high-pitched squeal and male laughter.

"I bet that was hot," she said, laughing when I told her about my singing performance. "I bet the place went nuts when you grabbed yourself."

"Yeah, they did," I said, sitting up against the wall. "If I'd left my hand on my crotch any longer, I think it would have officially been masturbating."

I expected a laugh, but got nothing but breathing.

"So," I said, "how was the rest of your day?"

"I came home after we talked, took a shower, cooked dinner for myself, the usual," she said. "Nothing too exciting."

"That's a shame," I said.

"What?"

"You deserve a little excitement in your life," I replied, hoping she might be able to tell I was smiling when I said it.

"Well, I was excited waiting for you to call," she said. "But I fell asleep around 10."

"I'm sorry. I should have called sooner," I said, and I'd barely gotten the words out when one of the girls in the next room - it sounded like the Puerto Rican girl - shouted out "Oh, shit!"

"What was that?" Kelly asked.

I decided to be cautious. She seemed open-minded, but then again, she did live in Idaho, one of the reddest states in the union. 

"It depends."

"It depends?" she repeated. "On what?"

"On how much you want me to tell you, I guess. On how far you want me to go."

I just heard breathing again. I got no response for about 10 seconds.

"What... is it?" came the response.

"Well," I said, and my voice dropped a little in volume. "Two of my friends are in my living room right now with three girls they brought home from the bar. When I came in here, one of the girls was bent over the couch with my friend Chad's tongue buried between her legs, and another girl was just about to start sucking him off. The other couple was on the dining room table engaging in what looked like a pretty decent round of tit-fucking. Kinda makes me happy that I don't have to eat on that table again."

She laughed, but it wasn't as hearty as I might have expected.

"Remember, you asked," I said.

"Brad?" she asked, seemingly ignoring my line.

"Yeah?" I responded. I heard one of the girls chanting "Fuck me! Fuck me!" in the next room, and I involuntarily reached down and started rubbing my cock through my boxers.

"Would it totally turn you off if I told you..." Kelly started, but she didn't finish. I waited about 30 seconds, but she didn't say anything else.

"Kelly, honestly, right now, you could pick up the fucking phone book and start reading it, and I don't think you could turn me off."

She didn't immediately respond to that, but someone in the living room was responding to something, because I heard something that resembled Mariah Carey again. Not in one long strain, mind you, but in small spurts.

"Okay, so I guess you wouldn't mind if I told you I was..." Again, she trailed off.

"If you told me you were what?"

"I'm rubbing my pussy through my shorts right now," she said. I sort of expected it, but I was stunned anyway. 

"Yeah, something about that does turn me off," I said, grinning.

"Huh?" She sounded confused, but it didn't sound like she'd stopped.

"I'm not thrilled that your shorts are still on, but everything else, I like."

More silence on the other end, but I could hear some movement. A few moments passed.

"Okay," she said.

"Okay, what?" I asked. I had a pretty good idea, but I wanted to hear her say it.

"I'm naked, Brad," she said, and I groaned a little bit. Those three words - especially the way she said my name, made my cock lurch in my boxers. 

"Tell me again," I said, trying to deepen the mood. I could hear the grunts in my living room, and I knew either Chad or Russ was about to bust a nut. The first of the night, but certainly not the last.

"I said, I'm naked," she repeated, but didn't stop there. "I pulled my shorts and my panties off, and I took off my shirt just before you called. I'm naked."

"Wow," I replied.

"What?" she said.

I paused a moment. "I'm just trying to get a picture of what you look like. I bet you're beautiful."

She purred into the phone a little bit, making me smile. 

"So now what?"

"What do you mean?"

She paused for effect then asked, "What would you like me to do now?"

I smiled from ear to ear, and I slipped my hand into my boxer shorts to put a little direct pressure on my cock.

"What were you doing when I called you?"

I expected hesitation; I got none.

"Remember how I said I took my shirt off before you called?"

"I do."

"I was rubbing my breasts."

"Well, don't let me stop you," I said.

"Are you naked?" she asked me.

"I could be," I answered.

"But, I'm naked."

"So I've been told," I said, chuckling a little.

"Well, I have this little peculiarity about me," she said. "When I'm naked, the people around me have to be naked too, or I start getting uncomfortable and looking for my clothes."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I raised my hips up off the futon and pulled my boxer shorts down with one hand.

"Your wish, my command," I said.

"Oooh," she started purring again. "I like that."

"I figured you might."

We were silent for a minute. I was just idly stroking my cock now - the sounds in the next room weren't loud enough to demand my attention, at least not right this minute, and I was kind of waiting for Kelly to say something else. It started to become clear she wasn't going to.

"So are you?" I asked her.

"Am I what?"

"You know what I want," I said with just enough force that she got what I meant, but not so much that it would come across as mean. She just giggled.

"What?" She knew. She just wanted to be told.

"Put your thumb and index finger in your mouth, lick them, and rub your nipples," I said.

She presumably did as I asked, because she was purring again.

"To hell with rubbing; pinch them," I said, then decided to add another word. "Hard."

Her purrs stepped up an octave or so, I'm guessing right when she pinched them.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mm, hmm," she said, "but I think if you were doing it, it'd feel even better."

I'm sure I was grinning.

"Honey, if I was there, I'd be using my teeth on your nipples by now."

That drew a nice long moan from her lips. I thought for a second she might have come - that's how long this moan was.

"Jesus - I don't even know you. How did you know that?"

"I didn't. I was just being honest - if I was there, I'd bite your nipples," I said. "First, the left one. I'd lick all around it first, drawing huge circles with my tongue. I'd watch as it got hard, just anticipating me finally closing the circle and getting to it. I'd kiss and bite all over your breasts - who says the nipple is the only part that's worth paying attention to? I'd pay special attention to that little spot right underneath your breast - licking it, sucking it, even just gently caressing it with a finger. Then, when I thought you were ready, I'd take the nipple in my mouth and gently nibble on it with my teeth. I'd suck on it - hard, just like I told you to pinch it - and I'd run my tongue all over it."

Her breathing had picked up noticeably, and I hadn't even gotten below her chest yet.

"And of course, that's just the left breast. There's a whole other side I haven't gotten to yet."

Another groan, and I had to start stroking my dick like I meant it.

"Your voice is fucking perfect, you know that?" I said.

"You... sound pretty hot yourself."

All the sudden I found myself wondering what she looked like. I wanted to know how tall she was, what color her eyes were, how long her hair was. I also wanted to know what color her hair was below the waist, if she even had any.

"Kelly, you said you were rubbing your pussy through your shorts before."

"Yeah?"

"Rub it again," I said.

"Only on one condition," she said.

"What's that?"

"You have to jack off while I'm rubbing myself."

"Already there, hon. Your voice just wouldn't let me keep my hands to myself."

She chuckled. "I'm serious. Jack off, but I don't want you to cum till I'm ready to."

"And I'm serious, too. I'm already jacking off, and if you want me to cum the same time you do, you better get your hand back between your legs."

"I have been," she said. "While you were telling me what you would do to my breasts, I couldn't help it. I was already pretty wet, anyway, and my fingers just kind of floated down there."

"Tell me what you're doing," I said.

"Well..."

"Oh, come on. Don't get shy with me now."

"FUCK!" I heard someone groan in the living room. Either one of the girls was letting one of the guys come in her mouth, or somebody had a really tight pussy. Or some other hole.

Kelly laughed.

"Somebody's having a good time. Why aren't you with them?"

"I needed to sleep."

"It doesn't sound like you're sleeping right now."

"Now that I have you, I don't need to."

"Now that you have me what?" she asked.

"Uh... on the phone," I said. She giggled - obviously, she'd heard my little misstep. She never got a chance to say anything before I got back in charge.

"Kelly." I said her name into the phone, and that got her attention. I heard a small moan slip out at the authority I'd let seep into my tone. "I'm still waiting to hear what you're doing to yourself."

"But I think you know, Brad," she replied. Either she was teasing or she was stalling. I wasn't in the mood for either.

"I might," I said. "But why don't you be a good little girl and tell me anyway?"

Some girls have the daddy-daughter fantasy, and although I figured she couldn't be more than two or three years younger than me at most, the "older man" fantasy definitely hit the spot.

"Mmmm," she moaned into the phone. I still wasn't stroking for all I was worth, because it wasn't going to take me more than a few seconds to cum once I did. I kept idly rubbing my dick while she continued.

"I'm pinching my clit in between my middle and ring fingers, and rubbing it with my index finger," she said. "I'm stroking my pussy lips with my other hand."

I tried to picture it in my mind, but that was kind of hard since I didn't know what she looked like. I decided to try something different.

"Keep holding your pussy lips open and rubbing your clit, Kelly," I said. "Imagine that I'm laying in between your legs, staring at your pretty, shaved pussy" - I didn't know if she was shaved, but we were beyond the point of me asking - "and licking my lips slowly. Would you like that?"

I got an affirmative-sounding noise in response.

"Keep holding your lips open for me.. I want to dip my tongue into your soft wetness, lick your pussy up and down, from your clit to your asshole, and back up again.. just imagine what that would feel like."

She was. I could tell, because her moans were getting more and more discernible. Someone shouted from the living room, but because Kelly and I were locked into each other's voices, it barely registered.

"Brad?" It was almost a whimper.

"Yeah, baby?" I didn't know how she'd react to that, but, like I said - beyond asking or even caring.

"I'd love to have your tongue inside me, but.. I think I'd really like you to fuck me."

I grinned. This was going to be all about her.

"Next time, honey. And yes, there will be a next time. We're enjoying this too much."

She half-whimpered at my refusal, but half-groaned in anticipation of the aforementioned "next time."

"Right now, I'm going to make you cum on my tongue."

This wasn't an anticipatory moan. This was a yearning moan. A needing moan. Almost a groan. Kind of like taking candy away from a hungry kid, if that's not a completely inappropriate thought to be having while about to make a woman across the country cum.

"I'm holding your legs open, diving my tongue as deep into your pussy as it will go. I'm looking up at your face, with your eyes closed.. God, you look so fucking beautiful, baby."

I could almost hear her smile. I'm not sure how - I had lots of talents, but seeing six states away wasn't one. But I knew. My smile matched it.

I was stroking myself faster, and I could tell by her voice that she was working up a pretty good pace, too. It'd be any second now.

"Can you feel my tongue in you, Kelly? Can you feel me getting in deep, ravishing your pussy with my mouth? Can you?"

Another moan.

"So.. deep," she said. She was breathing hard.

"By looking at your face, I can tell you're just about to come, and I want you to come as hard as possible. I want you to flood my face. So, I'll bring my right hand off your leg, slowly slide it under your ass, and gently slide my pinky - so wet with your pussy juices - into your ass."

That did it - she screamed.

She screamed loud.

She screamed so loud that I thought people in the living room might have heard her, even over the phone.

"Oh!" she managed.

"I'm still tonguing your pussy, trying to take you even higher, and-"

My orgasm hit me, too. I didn't see it coming. My fist was flying up and down my rod, but I was so focused on what I was doing to her - both literally and figuratively - that I had really lost sight of my own orgasm. Her scream had gotten me right to the edge, and the last sound of her voice had done it to me. I groaned into the phone.

"Cum for me, baby," she said, mostly out of breath and still clearly in the middle of her own orgasm. "Shoot that beautiful cum all over my breasts."

It got as high as my chest, which was good enough for now. Kelly was still moaning, but they were longer, lighter moans - recovery sounds.

I was just trying to control my breathing. The sounds of the living room seeped back into reality, and I heard a deep voice - definitely Chad's - bellow out, "Holy shit. That's totally fucking hot."

I grinned. I agreed with him. For entirely different reasons.

"Wow," she said into the phone. "That was..."

She trailed off, but I was more than happy to finish it off for her.

"Totally fucking hot?"

"And about 70 other adjectives," she said.

I just breathed. I was still breathing hard. I'm in damn good shape - Marines have to be - but when you haven't slept in four days, nobody's in good shape. It was taking me a while to get back to normal.

"I..." she trailed off. I didn't know what she was going to say. So many phrases start with the word "I." I could only think of one I wasn't quite ready to hear.

"What?" I prodded.

"I don't know what came over me," she continued. Maybe that's what it was from the beginning, and maybe that was the amended version. Either way, I was satisfied.

"An orgasm, I think."

"Three, actually," she said, and I just laughed.

We fell into silence for a little bit - could have been 30 seconds, could have been five minutes, could have been more.

"Listen, Brad-" she started, but I cut her off.

"Kelly, what we just did was totally awesome, okay? But believe me when I say that I've been looking forward to talking to you all day, and the possibility of this never even crept into my mind. Even with everything going on in my living room - it's still going on, and I'm not making that up - when I came into my bedroom to call you, I really was just looking forward to talking to you."

Silence. When she was finally sure I was done, she started.

"Okay," she said. "I was just going to tell you that I've never done that before, and I hoped things were as good for you as they were for me."

I laughed. "No way that was your first time. You knew exactly what to do. You were shy, you teased just enough, you held back just enough.. you know how to do this. You were perfect."

"Really," she countered. "I've never had phone sex before. I was just being me."

"Well, then," I started, and sighed. I was going to say something I maybe shouldn't, but the exhaustion was beginning to creep back into the picture now the adrenaline and testosterone was mostly subsided, and I couldn't bring myself to really care. "You might be perfect."

I was more than happy to let that hang in the air, and she wasn't saying anything.

"Speak for yourself," she finally said a few minutes later.

I was more than happy to let that hang in the air, too, as untrue as I knew it to be. Unfortunately, fatigue was really setting in. I looked at the phone - 2:30 a.m. I had about 3 hours. It was doable, but I needed to get going.

"Listen, Kelly," I said. "I need to be on the road in four hours, and I haven't slept in four days. I'd love to keep talking to you, but I'm going to be asleep in two minutes, whether we're still talking or not."

She laughed.

"Not if I didn't want you to be," she answered. Somehow, I figured she was probably right.

"Fair enough. When are you working tomorrow?"

"I go in at 10 a.m., work till 8 p.m."

"Ok. I'll call you around 8:30 your time, in the morning. Does that work?"

"I can't wait," she replied back. I let it be silent for just a minute, to try and enjoy the moment. Thankfully, the guys and gals in the living room stayed quiet and let me.

"I guess I should let you go to bed, then," she said. "But you'd better call me."

"Trust me," I said. "I'm a very stupid man. But nobody is that stupid."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 01



She didn't even dignify the first statement with a response.

"Good night, Brad," she said.

"Kelly?" I asked.

She waited without an answer.

"Lick your fingers."

She made a big production out of it, slurping and sucking and audibly savoring the taste.

"How was it?"

"It tastes really, really good."

"I look forward to sampling it for myself," I said. She didn't have a quick response to that, and I quickly jumped in before she could come up with something.

"Good night, baby," I said.

"Talk to you soon."

**********

 If you enjoyed this, and you want to read more, please drop a line and tell me so. This isn't just a very unsubtle attempt at compliment-fishing either - I'm actually looking for some help on how to proceed. I know how the rest of the story goes - I just don't know the best way to tell it. So, if you'd like to help, message me. Otherwise, enjoy!  



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 02



Note: This is the second in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapter 1, this section won't make any sense. Thanks for reading! 

Day 1

June 12

Driving from San Antonio, Texas, to Tulsa, Oklahoma

There are times in every man's life when he'd rather be launched into the stratosphere by a Civil War-era catapult than even think about sex.

Standing in the shower the next morning, I was having one.

Oh, they're rare, I admit. But there's no other explanation for it. There was a naked Puerto Rican woman standing in front of me in the shower with a massive grin on her face, and she might as well have been one of those porcelain statues at the museum. That's how much I cared.

I'd woken up a few minutes earlier, right around 6:30 in the morning, with what could be mildly described as One Of The Worst Fucking Hangovers Known To Man. My head was hosting its own private Slipknot concert, and my temples had a front-row seat, right next to the speakers. My legs felt like I'd run a couple marathons, my stomach was tied into a series of knots that would make an Eagle Scout blanche, and my back felt like I'd been sleeping on a rock. 

Hell, even my arm hurt. At least I had an explanation for that one.

Sure enough, Chad, Russ, Kelly and the Puerto Rican girl were still going at it when I woke up. The redhead was sleeping on the floor in front of the TV - stark naked, on her stomach with her legs splayed invitingly. Normally, that would be an opportunity I couldn't pass up, but as much as I wasn't in the mood for sex the night before, I really wasn't now.

I mumbled something incoherent to Chad as he greeted me, but I doubted he heard me - Kelly was on her knees in front of him, taking his entire nine-inch dick down her throat. I had to admit, I was impressed. Kelly was kneeling over the waitress' mouth, and Russ was slamming into the waitress for all he was worth. As I passed, I saw a few handprints on Kelly's milky-white ass. That explained the spanking noises I'd heard throughout my short nap.

The shower felt amazing but also made me want to puke, if that's possible. The hot water was soothing, but I think standing up straight and attempting to manipulate a washrag at the same time was a bad idea.

As I was about to finish, I heard the bathroom door open. A few seconds later, cold air rushed into the shower as the waitress pushed the shower curtain open and joined me under the hot spray.

"Good morning," she said, managing to talk and look like she wanted to devour me at the same time.

Give me credit - I tried to care. I did. I gave her a quick once-over, going as far south as my neck would go, then grunted, tossed out my best attempt at a smile, and turned around to face the water. She was hot, but that didn't matter. I wasn't awake, and I wasn't interested. Like I said - it's rare. In fact, I'm pretty sure I haven't had one of those moments since. But I was having one then.

I left her standing in the shower, quickly got dressed and moved into the kitchen. Chad and Russ were now tag-teaming Kelly on the dinner table - Chad was on his back, Kelly was on top of him with his dick in her pussy, and Russ, having the smaller, less invasive cock between the two, was fucking her ass. They were all really into it, but it didn't stop Chad from telling me he'd put some coffee on for me as I walked by. That was exactly where I was headed - no way I was getting out of the parking lot without some caffeine. At that point, I would have sucked Chad's dick for a cup of coffee. 

OK, not really. 

The whole thing was kind of surreal - there they were, laying on the dinner table double-penetrating this complete stranger, with Russ pulling her hair and Chad laying some pretty vicious smacks on her tits. I'm standing there with my cup of coffee, chatting with the two guys about our plans to meet up in Colorado in a couple weeks, and not even feeling the slightest bit turned on. For her part, Kelly couldn't have cared less - she was moaning so loud it almost drowned out all the talking.

Looking at her brought me thoughts of the other Kelly - the better one in my book, though I didn't know either of them well enough to be classifying. Despite my complete rejection of the waitress a few minutes before, I knew I'd be fine as far as my sex drive went - I was planning to call Kelly in a few hours.

I said my goodbyes, packed the car, and headed out of town.

**********

"Good morning," she said, and somewhere on Interstate 35 between Waco and Dallas, my cock sprung up as if she was in the passenger seat next to me unzipping my shorts.

"Hi," was the best I could manage. I hoped I wouldn't sound this stupid every time we started a phone conversation. I did a pretty good job of sounding dumb on my own most of the time - I didn't need the help. 

She sounded sleepy. It was about 8:20 her time - 10 minutes before I said I'd call, but she wasn't complaining.

It had rained for the first couple hours, from San Antonio all the way up I-35 well past Round Rock. It had finally cleared up an hour before I called her, so at least I wasn't driving, fighting off sleep, talking and trying to stay afloat at the same time - just the first three.

"Did you get up in time?" she asked.

"A little later than I wanted, but I made up the time on the road. I'm about right where I wanted to be by this time."

"Where are you? Where are you going?"

She still sounded damn sexy. She was half-asleep, probably in the same place regarding sex that I was a few hours ago when I'd woken up, and yet, I still couldn't stop myself from having X-rated thoughts about her.

"I'm about a half-hour south of Dallas. I'm heading to Tulsa, Oklahoma - should be there sometime around 4 or 5 tonight."

"What's in Tulsa? Your girlfriend?" She'd said it as a joke - I knew that - but it was something I was going to need to bring up. I'd been planning this trip for months. In addition to concert tickets, baseball game tickets, hotel reservations and lots of friends that were waiting for me along the way, I'd also made some plans with some women I knew along my route. Besides that, I was a pretty good-looking guy with no shortage of charisma and pretty good game, so I guessed there might be a few opportunities I hadn't planned for.

Don't get me wrong - I liked the hell out of Kelly Linton back in Idaho. But I didn't know her very well yet, so I had no way of knowing if she was someone I could be serious with. I knew enough to know I wanted to find out, but I also knew it would be a few weeks until I got the chance. 

"No. A country music festival," I said. "One of those four-day deals out in the middle of a huge-ass cornfield, where they bring in like 20 different big-name artists to play over the weekend."

"Who all's there?"

"You like country?"

"God forgive me, but yeah, I practically live and breathe it."

I chuckled. Nothing wrong with country. I liked plenty of other kinds of music, too, but country was probably tops on the list.

"Tonight is Blake Shelton, Darryl Worley and Sawyer Brown."

"Nice."

"Toby Keith and Montgomery Gentry are the headliners for Friday and Saturday."

"You lucky son of a bitch!" she blurted out, then audibly slapped her hand over her mouth.

"Wait a second now," I said with a chuckle. "I just made you cum three times not seven hours ago, and now you're calling my mom names?"

"Hey, I think I made me cum three times," she laughed.

"And I had nothing to do with it?"

"You had everything to do with it," she said. I smiled.

"Glad you're giving credit where it's due," I replied. It got silent for a few minutes after that, and I thought she might have fallen asleep for a minute, until she coughed into the phone.

"We have to stop this silence stuff. I love your voice way too damn much to waste any of the airtime with quiet."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Except that," I answered. "I'd rather hear silence than you apologizing, unless you did something. Which, to my knowledge, you haven't."

"I've never been the kind of girl to give it up on the first date, Brad," she said, changing the subject with a lightning quickness that kind of threw me off. "I know last night doesn't really count as giving it up, but-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down a little bit there," I replied. "Kelly, you could be hitching a ride over the next hill here, and if you didn't talk, I wouldn't know who you were when I pulled over."

"What's your point?"

"My point is that we don't know each other really well right now. We don't even know what the other looks like. We have nothing invested in anything right now, and we can keep it that way, if that's what you want. We don't have to talk again, and we don't ever have to meet. If you're that worried about what happened last night, we can do that."

"Is that what you want?"

I didn't have to think. "No."

"What do you want?"

"Honestly?"

"Yes."

"I want you to be hitching a ride over the next hill here," I said, and she busted out laughing. "I want you to be dressed for the Texas heat in a tiny little sundress or a halter top and shorts, with some sunglasses to add to the sexy effect, and I want you to be horny as all hell when you get in my car."

I could almost hear her licking her lips over the phone. She purred a little bit.

"I wish."

"So do I. Don't worry about what happened last night, or what's going to happen in the future. We hit it off really well - I think how quickly things moved along last night proves we have a pretty good connection in at least one area. Let's just go with that for now and see what happens, OK?"

She sighed into the phone. "You're right."

"I usually think so, yeah," I said.

"There is something I'm kind of worried about, though," she said. I had a feeling I knew what it was.

"OK, what?"

"Are you planning to get laid on this trip?"

I was right, though I couldn't help but laugh at the way she asked it. "Kelly, find me a male with a working set of testicles that doesn't start each day thinking, 'I'm gonna get me some ass today.'"

She didn't laugh - I probably wouldn't have either in her shoes. I went ahead and responded before she had to ask again.

"The thought had crossed my mind more than a few times, yes," I said. "How do you feel about that?"

"Why does it matter? I have no claim to you. I haven't even known you for a day yet."

"It matters because I say it matters, honey. I've already got a couple women I plan on meeting up with on this trip, and the places I'm going will be overflowing with fuckable women. I'm not going to lie to you - I had planned to take advantage of it. But we connected last night at a pretty deep level, and I'm not stupid enough to think this isn't something we should talk about."

"If I said I didn't want you to, would you still do it?" she asked.

My head was starting to hurt again. The Red Bull and Whataburger breakfast sandwiches I'd consumed in the first couple hours of the trip had taken the edge off, but this intense thinking was getting the band fired up again.

"Truthfully? I'm not sure," I said. I doubt that was what she wanted to hear, but as I said, it was the truth. "I'd probably try. I might even succeed a few times. But you have to understand something, Kelly. You're a pipe dream to me right now. I love your voice, I love that you're into your sexuality, and I look forward to seeing you. But what if I get there and we don't connect at all? What if we don't like the way the other looks? What if the sexual chemistry that was so obvious last night evaporates when we meet? This is supposed to be my celebration of getting out of the Marines, and I'm not sure I want to give any part of it up because of something that could happen when I get back."

It was all out on the table now. Quite appropriate, then, that my Sirius satellite radio started playing Kenny Rogers' "The Gambler." I'd never had a good idea of when to hold or fold anything, at the tables or in real life. I waited with bated breath for her response.

"I'd have thought you were lying if you said you'd stop anyway," she said, and I grinned, though somewhat cautiously. I thought I understood, but her next comments confirmed it. "I wouldn't ask you to. You're right. We don't know each other well enough to ask each other to do that yet."

"Agreed."

"So listen to me, OK?" she asked, and I was doing just that. Quite intently.

"Have all the sex you want on this trip. Don't do anything differently because of me. I'll be fine."

I didn't have a response for that. It was somewhere below "I'm a Martian" on the list of things I'd expected her to say.

"Not that I'm in any kind of position to make them, but I want to ask you to meet two conditions."

"Kelly, after what you just said, I don't think I'm in any kind of position to argue with whatever your conditions are."

She laughed. I joined her. Her voice was soothing to me - when she laughed, when she was talking about my mom yesterday, when she was cumming her brains out, like last night.

"One: Be safe. I know we don't know how things are going to go when you get back, but best-case scenario, we're going to have sex sometime soon after you get here, right?"

"I certainly hope so."

"So please... be safe. For me."

"OK. Condition two?" I asked. I really had no idea what to expect here - but it certainly wasn't what I got.

"I want to hear all about it," she said.

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse you for what? Bad hearing? You heard me - I want details every night after you're done."

Speechless again. Well, almost.

"Wow."

She broke into another fit of laughter, and my already hard cock just started throbbing harder. Not only did this incredibly sexy-voiced woman just tell me she wanted to fuck me when I got back, and not only did she tell me I could have all the sex I wanted until I got back and she wouldn't get upset, but now she was telling me she wanted to hear all the details of it.

A few minutes earlier, I wanted to pinch myself to stop from falling asleep. Now, I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't asleep.

"After you're done fucking whoever you're going to fuck for the day, I want to hear it. I want to hear about all the blowjobs you get, I want to hear about all the girls you eat out and make cum as hard as you made me last night. I want to hear about all the times you cum on a girl's face, on her tits, on her ass - I want to know which positions you used, where you did it... everything. If I can't be there, I certainly want to feel like I was."

Now I was about to cum in my shorts. So much for feeling like a Civil War-era catapult - I was focused on a different kind of shooting now.

I don't know how long I was speechless. It must have been a minute or two, because she started to wonder if the lovely cell phone companies had dropped our call.

"Brad?"

"Well, you have my arm twisted behind my back here, and since I'm trying to drive, I guess I'll have to do whatever you want, Kelly."

I was grinning, she was laughing. I made a silent note to myself that I should make her do that as much as humanly possible from now on.

"June 12, 2007, Brad says he'll do whatever I want."

"Do what?"

"I'm writing it down. Just in case you need reminding later."

I started laughing, too, and shortly thereafter, we hung up. She needed to get to work, and I was about to encounter some nice Dallas/Fort Worth mid-day traffic. I promised to call her later, and this time, I knew no amount of alcohol or anything else was going to stop me.

**********

"Holy shit," I said, glancing at my watch as I quickly helped Paul, one of my newfound buddies, put up a tent in the middle of their camping zone. It was only 11:30 p.m., and yet, I was about to start sleepwalking around a wheat field somewhere east of Tulsa, Oklahoma.

"Yeah," he said. "It's already 11:30. Feels a lot earlier, huh?"

"Fuck, no, it doesn't," I replied, and explained to Paul that I'd been on the road since 6 a.m. and that in the past five days, I'd slept for about as long as it took us to put up this tent. 

"I still can't believe you want to go to bed, man," he said. "First night of Country Fever is a prime situation for getting laid, bro. Though I guess you already got you enough of that today, huh?"

"Define 'enough,' when it comes to sex," I said. The sex drive was back - whew. "I'm confused."

"Enough is when someone tells you that you can probably find four women that want to fuck you in the next 15 minutes, and you say, 'No thanks, I'd rather sleep.'"

I had no intentions of sleeping, but he did have a point.

"But I understand, man. One time I drove from Vancouver, Canada, all the way down to Los Angeles, straight through. Took me almost a whole fucking day. So it's cool."

I'd met Paul, Bobby and J.T. during one of the opening acts, standing in line at the beer tent. We struck up a good conversation, and they asked me which part of the campground I was at, so they could stop by for some beer later. I grudgingly informed them that I had a hotel room in Tulsa, about 25 minutes away. Within seconds, they'd assured me that was crazy. I canceled my reservation and made plans to spend the next three days in one of their tents.

"We got a kinda shitty spot at the campsite, back here in the quiet zone," Paul said. "But I guess it works for you tonight, so you can get some sleep."

We were done with the tent, and Paul had made it very clear that he was off to join the party.

"The other guys and me are in the other tent," he motioned to a white-and-blue tent that was already erected. "Go ahead and climb into the back of this one and make sure the divider deal is zipped. There will be some girls sleeping in the front. They probably won't be sober enough to realize it's not zipped up tonight, but they might be something less than happy in the morning when they find out they gave you a show."

We bumped fists, I grabbed a couple of things out of the car and crawled into the tent. I decided to file that information about the girls away for tomorrow. There would be plenty of time for that later, and besides - I had a phone call to make.

It only took two rings for Kelly to pick up.

"Howdy, pardner," she said when she answered, finding the exact middle-point between Dolly Parton and a female Jeff Foxworthy with her accent.

"Wow, that is truly horrible," I laughed back at her as a response.

"Hey, fuck you," she said.

"Gladly. You'll have to snuggle up real close, though - not much room on this side of the tent."

"Tent? I thought you said you were in a hotel tonight?"

We'd talked a few more times throughout the day, something I thought I'd get tired of but surprisingly enjoyed. I'd mentioned that I was staying at the hotel, so I explained how things changed. I also decided to test her little request from the morning, which we hadn't discussed again.

"Yeah, and apparently there are some women sleeping in the front of this tent, so that could be interesting as well," I said. I thought that would freeze her, but I was 100% incorrect.

"Oooh," she said. "Maybe one of them will let me listen in while she fucks you. You think?"

Well, I was in business. Immediately.

"You have no idea how uncomfortable you just made my blue jeans, Ms. Linton," I said.

"You have no idea how appalled I am that you had the audacity to call me while still wearing clothes."

"I'll strip if you will."

"Way ahead of you."

I wasted no time joining Kelly, and told her when I was there.

"Good. No clothes for you, anymore," she said and started laughing.

"What's funny?"

"I talked to your mom today, that's what," she said. "I got her to give me some recent pictures of you. Yummy, yummy."

I smiled. Good to know she approved. I still wondered if I would, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. 




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 02



"Not sure that the cops will particularly like that idea, me driving down the Interstate with no clothes on, but hey. For you, I'll try."

"You're so sweet."

"Yes, I do like to drink my pineapple juice." That got a nice hearty laugh out of her, the kind that would have gotten her in trouble if she'd been lying next to me in the "quiet zone."

"So, nothing to tell me, huh? Too tired to have any conquests tonight?"

"Oh, no. I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

"Oooh," she said again, and my pulse stepped it up a notch or two. "Do tell, do tell."

**********

I'd finally arrived in Tulsa around 4 p.m. and driven straight to the large field in a town called Pryor. They'd set up their own little outdoor concert arena in the middle of somebody's farm, complete with a state of the art stage, plenty of concession stands and enough grass to seat about 15,000 people. It was sort of a cross between a concert and a county fair. I was half-expecting to see somebody pinning a ribbon a pig as I walked through the field to get to my seat.

Yes, I was looking to have a good time and maybe get laid a few times along the way. There were a few hot women sitting in front of me, including a sizzling redhead whose blue jean shorts were playing peek-a-boo with what looked like an Oklahoma State-standard issue thong - orange, black and white and crawling up somewhere where it might never be seen again.

But I really did dig country music. I was there mainly to see the shows, listen to some music and drink some beer. If all I wanted was a way to meet women, there were plenty of bars I could visit, and cover charge wouldn't have been nearly as steep as tickets to this festival.

I got there in time to catch a couple of the opening acts, local bands playing to tiny early crowds and hoping to entertain just enough that maybe the organizer will remember them next year. During one of those shows, I headed to the beer tent to load up, and that's when I met Paul and the other guys.

I moved over to some seats near those guys for the main acts, but in between the last two shows I ran out of beer. It was time to take another trip to the beer tent.

I called Kelly along the way, but the conversation didn't last very long. She had to run some errands before the stores closed for the night, and we hung up a few seconds before I got to the front of the line.

In fact, I was second in line, almost ready to pay for my beer and get back to the music, when I noticed the girl in front of me was digging around in her pockets.

"Shit," she said. She started to dig around some more, and any idiot could have figured out what she was doing.

"Yeah, they generally don't give it away for free at these things," I said, holding back a laugh as I said it.

She looked up at me, and I realized the girl was more accurately a woman. She was probably in her mid 30s, maybe late 30s, and had short blonde hair, one of those professional-style cuts. Not a Demi-Moore-from-G.I.-Jane flat top deal, but shorter hair, hanging just below her ears, the type that made me think she spent most of her days in business suits.

She was dressed in anything but now. She wore a turquoise spaghetti strap top and white running shorts. She wasn't trying to impress anyone, but I was having a hard time averting my stare anyway. She looked a lot like the blonde girl from Beverly Hills, 90210, one of the few good memories I hadn't repressed from years of my sister torturing me by making me watch that show.

I caught myself staring, and she smiled at me.

"Yeah. I left my money with my friends over in the grass," she said.

"Hey, lady," the black guy taking the money said. "I'm not trying to be a dick or anything here, but there's a line of people out the tent and down the walk waiting to get beer. You gonna buy it or not?"

She looked at me hopefully, and I did what I knew she expected.

"I'll get it," I said as I stepped up to the table. "And I want two more, too."

The man - Perry, his name tag said - went over to get them. "Ah," the woman said. "One for you and one for your girlfriend?"

"No, actually," I replied. "One for me right now, and one for me when I'm finished with that one."

She grinned back at me.

"And while it's still fresh, that thing about the girlfriend? You should write a book on subtle," I said.

"I wasn't trying to be subtle," she said. "I'm Teresa, by the way."

"Brad," I said and shook her hand. She stepped a little closer to me, and her free hand gave me a package check that no one but Perry, coming back to the counter with my beers, could see. He just chuckled, grinned, and took my money. He made sure I knew what he was looking at, and waved me in a bit closer with a finger.

"There's an equipment shed about five slots down from here," he said, pointing off to the right. "It's not locked, but the door does stick some. You'll probably need to be quick - gets mighty hot with the door closed."

Sounded like he had a little bit of experience with this. I had change coming to me, but the information was valuable enough that I let him keep it. We knocked fists and Teresa and I walked off in the direction he'd suggested. She never took her hand off my crotch.

"Must be awfully awkward trying to walk with a beer in one hand and my dick in your other one," I said in between swigs of beer.

"Well, I'm already a little drunk," she said, stating what I could see was pretty obvious from the way she stumbled as we walked. "If I slip, I have to grab on to something to break my fall." She stroked my full length through my shorts, and while I wasn't yet fully hard, I was pretty close. "I think this will do."

I'd finished the first 16-ounce cup by the time we got to the equipment shed. It was yellow, or at least something that probably passed for yellow once upon a time. Now, it had two predominant colors: white, from sun bleaching, and rust, from the many spots near the hinges and the roof.

The door was around the back, keeping us blocked from the general public for the most part, but sure enough, the it wouldn't open when she tried the knob. I put my beer down on the ground, but as I grabbed the doorknob to try it myself, I felt her yank my zipper down and fish my cock out through the opening in the front.

She said something that I'm sure would have been complementary, but for one, she was slurring her speech. And two, she only got two words out before popping my dick in her mouth.

I leaned back against the back of the building and grabbed a handful of her hair as she went to work on me, kneeling down in the sagebrush way in back of the concert area. On the other side of this shed was the main sidewalk, but this was in a pretty isolated area. There probably weren't going to be too many people walking on the other side of the shed, and the chances were next to none that they'd get back to where we were. Still, the thought that someone might possibly show up was exciting, in a way.

"Jesus," she said, pulling up off my eight-inch rod long enough to catch her breath. "I haven't had a dick this big since..."

I didn't wait for her to finish the thought. I still had hold of her hair and used it to force her face back down on my dick. A nice twilight breeze was blowing, and my dick was getting cold. Her mouth was warm. It made sense to me.

"Note to self," I said as she looked up at me. To me, there are very few things in the world sexier than an attractive woman who makes eye contact with you while your dick is down her throat. There are a couple things that beat it - we'll get to those later. "Buy women beer more often."

She laughed as she took my dick out of her mouth long enough to pull the tank top over her head, telling me what I already knew - she wasn't wearing a bra. She wasn't exactly loaded in that area anyway, but hey. Tits are tits, and given the choice between seeing some naked, regardless of their size, or not, your typical male will generally choose to see 'em. Me: typical male.

"Oh, I'd probably be doing this even if I'd brought my money with me," she said. "But that certainly did help."

She took my hands out of her hair and forced me to lock them behind my back, and then she raised up on her knees enough to smack my dick against her nipples. She spit on my dick, and then used both hands to jack me off.

"Damn, I like this dick," she said, alternating between looking at me and it, as if she couldn't decide which view she liked better. After a few seconds, she apparently made a decision, sliding my dick back down her throat. 

There hadn't been many women in my life that could do what she was doing now. I didn't think I was particularly well endowed. I mean, I'd seen smaller in my 10 years of locker rooms, both in high school and the Marines, but I'd also seen much larger. Chad had me by an inch or so, though I was a bit larger around than he was. One of my first roommates, L.A., went about 10 inches, was about as thick as his wrist, and hooked a couple inches from the top. So yeah - I knew there were some bigger obstacle courses out there for the aspiring cocksuckers of the world.

But for some reason, women seemed to be genuinely challenged by getting eight inches past the back of their mouths. Teresa - not really having that issue. I'd slid down her throat on the second try, and now that she was adjusted to it, it was kind of hard for me to tell where her mouth stopped and her throat began.

"Hold on a sec, babe," I said, unlocking my hands and pulling her head off my dick. Of course, she was sucking as hard she could, trying to keep it in her mouth but also giving me great suction as it slid out. "Let me try this door."

The knob didn't do it for me either, but a couple of thrusts with my left shoulder did, and the door begrudgingly creaked open. 

It wasn't really much - just an equipment shed, like Perry said. There were a couple of chairs that looked like they were broken, a table that was definitely not working, a few toolboxes and a couple of brown rusty trashcans. It wasn't big, but then again, neither were we.

"So, you want me to fuck you? Or you okay with me cumming in your mouth in a minute here?"

She pushed the door as close as she could without closing it totally, and pulled my T-shirt over my head with her next motion. She was giving it some serious thought, I could tell.

"I'm sure you'd be okay with cumming even if I didn't, but-"

I didn't let her go past that statement. I grabbed her by the hair - gently, but firmly - and leaned down and bit her lightly, just to the left of her windpipe. She gasped, or moaned - something that let me know she liked it. I licked across her right collarbone, then switched sides and gave the left one some attention.

"I don't know who you've been fucking, Teresa," I said, and then quickly ran my tongue across her earlobe before finishing with "but apparently, I'm not him."

Without warning, I spun her around so her back was facing me, and I pulled her shorts down in the same motion. She was wearing a yellow thong, but I pulled that down with her shorts. Her pussy was right there in front of my face once I knelt down.

"Are you sure?" she said. "It's awfully hot out there, and I've been sweating."

"Me too," I said. "Didn't seem to bother you."

With that, I pushed her shoulders forward, forcing her to bend over the empty trash can, and plunged my tongue in between her thighs from behind. She gasped immediately, and by the way her legs shook the first 10 or 15 seconds I was down there, I could tell it'd been a while.

"Damn, girl," I said. "I haven't even started yet, you're already quaking."

"My husband," she said, panting, "doesn't do this."

"Fucking men," I said, drawing a laugh out of her. It quickly turned into a moan as my tongue went right back to her pussy lips, sucking first the left then the right one completely into my mouth. I could see her ass cheeks jiggling in the little bit of light that came in through the door crack.

"I'm going to make you cum in a second here, ok? Try not to scream too loud - I think I remember seeing some children a couple of booths down."

"It's going to take more than that," she said. "It has been a while, and I am shaking, but-"

She never got to finish her sentence. I jammed two fingers into her pussy and curled them down, nailing her G-spot on my first attempt. I'm not really sure what made her explode right then - that, or my tongue, which I'd curled up and was using to tongue fuck her ass.

I think her mouth opened - I heard a small squeak, but nothing followed it. Her legs closed as much as they could with my hand in between them, and my fingers got really wet really quickly. She squeaked a couple more times when I pushed the pinky from my other hand into her pussy, just to get it wet, then slid it into her asshole. She'd cum twice, at least, and to finish her off, I just thrust my tongue back into her pussy as quickly as I could, finally getting a couple of really low, almost growling moans in response. 

After about 20 minutes of me tonguing her pussy, she pushed my head back and collapsed onto the table, which was slanted due to the absence of two of its four legs.

"You were saying?" I said, and she just offered a weak smile.

"I was saying," she said. "I was wrong."

"Tell your husband he better start fucking you right or someone else will. I know I'm not the only guy out there who knows how to do it right."

"I really want to fuck you," she said, half-ignoring my question, "but I have a feeling you'll take forever."

"I can do quickies. Not my favorite thing, but I can do them," I said.

"I'm sure you can, but I think I'd rather swallow your cum."

My dick jumped up a little at the thought. Outside, we could hear Sawyer Brown, the closing act for Thursday, starting up.

"I'd like to get back to the music, too, so I like that idea."

I was leaning up against the wall nearest the door, trying to get all the cool breezy air I could through the tiny crack. Perry was right - it was pretty damn hot in here. After I agreed, Teresa wasted very little time. Within a couple of seconds, she had her shirt and my shorts under her knees as a cushion, and my dick was again sliding down her throat.

"Good God, you do that well," I said.

"Everybody has to be good at something," Teresa replied. "This is one of mine."

I just smiled, leaned my head back against the wall and enjoyed what she was doing. She was using a lot of tongue, a fair amount of suction, and absolutely zero teeth - absolutely perfect. She stayed mostly away from the deep throating, wanting to give me at least a few minutes of pleasure before ending it.

"Here," she said about 10 minutes later, taking my hands and placing them behind her head. "Fuck my face. Don't stop until you come down my throat."

I guess all that Marine Corps training paid off - I certainly didn't need to be told twice. Her hands went to my asscheeks, and mine went into her hair again.

I started off slowly, making sure she could handle me going down her throat at my pace instead of hers, and then gradually quickened the pace. She was looking up at me again, and after a few more moments, the image of her staring up at me as my dick repeatedly slid between her lips was too much.

I increased my pace considerably, and I could feel her mouth get even wetter with the speed. I closed my eyes, tossed my head back and at least tried to warn her.

"Cumming..." I said, but I think the first blast left my dick halfway through the word. I fired off in her mouth a few more times before she pulled me out of her mouth and directed the last few dribbles onto her cheek. She opened her mouth to show me all the cum in it, then made a big production out of swallowing it. She wiped up the little bit that was on her face and licked her fingers clean, too.

"Was that good?" she asked, as if she had to.

"Nah, it was terrible." I was grinning, though, and I knew she knew I was fucking around. We spent a few moments putting our clothes back on.

"So, am I the oldest women you've ever got head from?"

That could have been a loaded question. I didn't know how old she was, and she knew that. But, luckily, I had a truthful response, one she'd like.

"No. On my 21st birthday I got some head from a 40-year-old woman I worked with at the time."

Teresa started laughing. "Then that's the wrong answer?"

I was never the quickest with these kinds of things, and all I could manage was a "Huh?"

"I'm now your oldest."

"How old are you?"

She could have slapped me for asking the question, and I certainly would have had it coming. Instead, she just smiled."

"Older than that."

We left the equipment shed, picking up my beer as we left. I let her have it, figuring it was the least I could do. We said our goodbyes, said we might see each other later in the week, knowing we probably wouldn't.

I finally made it back to the guys during the Sawyer Brown's fourth song.

"Where the hell have you been?" Bobby asked, but I could tell from the look on Paul's face that he knew.

"Getting beer," I replied.

"Then where is it?" Bobby asked.

He had a good point.

"Our man has been getting some pussy," Paul said, as if it was nothing. I guess, really, it wasn't. "Can't you smell that?"

**********

"Was she a squirter?" Kelly asked when I finished telling her about it.

"I don't know, baby," I said. "I had my hand in her pussy when she came the first couple times, so I couldn't tell."

"But she did cum?"

"Oh, she came. I felt a lot of juices, but that's different from squirting."

"I know."

Kelly's breath was very labored, and I could tell she was pretty close.

"Kelly, do you squirt?"

"I don't know."

"How could you not know?"

"I've never done it, but I don't know if I've ever come hard enough to do it."

"Hmm," I said, feverishly stroking my cock as well. I was going to cum any minute, but I knew I could do it where she wouldn't be able to tell. I didn't want her to know I came before she did.

Turns out, I didn't have to.

"I'll have to make sure you have a big enough orgasm that we can find out."

That was all I had to say, and she immediately cried out into the phone.

"Brad, I'm..."

She didn't get any farther, instead filling in the blanks with an assorted collection of moans, grunts, and variations of my name I'd never heard before. I was right there with her. I didn't spray too far up my body thanks to Teresa's ministrations a few hours before, but I came enough to know all the parts still worked.

Neither of us said anything for a minute. Maybe two. Maybe 20. All I know is that when she finally said something, she sounded extremely content. I'm not sure how you detect that over the phone, but I did.

"Brad?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Are you here yet?"

"Eighteen more days, baby. Just a couple more weeks."

"I'm not a very patient person."

"Me either. But you'll just have to get by with me making you cum over the phone for a little longer. I don't know what to tell you."

"Everything you've told me so far has been good."

I laughed again. "Yeah, well, maybe next time, I'll do a little bit of fucking."

"You better. And Brad?"

"Yeah?"

"I was serious. If you find a girl that wouldn't be too grossed out by you talking to me on your cell while you fucked her, I'd love to listen to it."

This was going to be a long two and a half weeks.



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 03



 Note: This is the third in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1 or 2, this section won't make any sense. Thanks for reading! Special thanks to LilTexasSexFiend for helping me clean it up. 

Day 2

June 13

Tulsa, OK

There are really just two things any exhausted, hung over man wants in the morning: darkness and silence.

The blazing sun took care of the first part and someone on the other side of the tent divider was taking care of the second. And while I doubted the sun really cared much whether it shined or not, the girl providing the noise definitely sounded like she was enjoying herself.

Despite being in a tent in the middle of some wheat field in eastern Oklahoma, I'd slept more deeply than I had in weeks. As soon as my head hit the pillow I'd made from the blue jeans I'd been wearing, I was out, and the next moment it was light outside. No dreams, no conscious tossing and turning, no middle of the night urges to go take a piss. Just deep sleep. 

Sometime during the night, I'd wrangled out of the sleeping bag and was laying on top of it wearing exactly what I'd been wearing when Kelly and I had hung up - not a damn thing. It was bright outside, but I knew it was still fairly early, because some chilly morning air was causing my cock to stand at attention.

Well, it wasn't just the air. The moaning coming from the other side of the tent was more or less one steady string now, with a few choice bits of the English language mixed in for good measure. The voice was very throaty, and the breathing was so ragged that it could only mean one thing. I was absolutely sure, since I'd heard the same thing twice in the past two days, albeit over the phone - this girl was about to cum.

I tried to move into position to get a better look, but as I did, I realized why the noise was so pronounced - either I'd forgotten to zip the liner, or someone had unzipped it during the night. I could see her face clearly, and if I was judging it correctly, she could see me, too. All of me.

Not that she was looking right that moment. Her eyes were closed, and her head lolled to one side as she continued to touch herself. Her long blonde hair fanned out underneath her head, and her red, blushing face made for a nice contrast against some of the palest skin I'd ever seen. Unfortunately, the tent blocked my view of the rest of her body. No complaints though, because what I could see was pretty damn good.

Her eyes snapped open suddenly, as if she could tell she was being watched. I made eye contact with her almost immediately, and I felt sort of guilty for intruding on a private moment. Although, it wasn't really a private moment -- it was pretty clear she'd been looking at select parts of my body. Whether that's what got her started, or if she'd begun on her own and just used the scenery along the way, I didn't know. But if she was going to use me to help her out, I felt like I had a right to watch.

The look on her face was a mixture of surprise, fear and excitement. She certainly didn't expect to get caught, and I could tell that part of her wanted to bolt out of the tent. I could also see that she was far too close to give up that easily, though.

I smiled at her; one of those slow, sexy smiles that take a while to fully reach your lips but also takes a long time to leave once it arrives. I also sort of half batted my eyes at her. I didn't want to break the mood by saying anything, but I wanted her to keep going, and after being awake for three minutes, batting my eyes was the best I could do.

She still didn't look convinced, but I could see her shoulder flexing again, meaning her hand was back to work. I maintained eye contact with her as best I could. She was lying just on the other side of the divider with only her head visible to me, but I was more in the middle of my half of the tent, so she had a pretty good view of my entire body. She was apparently a fan, either that, or she was just getting way too close and was moving her eyes everywhere, because she was taking in every inch of me that she could see.

The hesitation was gone now, and her face had reverted back to the on-the-edge look it had when I'd first spotted her. I tore my eyes away for a minute just to have a look around the tent and see if I could spot any shadows nearby - I saw nothing - and when I got back to her, she was staring right back at me. She licked her lips and gave me a half-smile before shifting her view back down to my cock. Being the good soldier it is, it was already at attention, very pleased with the events of the first few minutes of consciousness.

I knew what she wanted - or thought I did, anyway - so I reached down and took my cock in my left hand. I have pretty big hands, but even I needed two to cover the whole thing. With just one, I left the top two or three inches exposed. I jerked slowly, not expecting to even come close to cumming. I was more interested in giving her a visual she could use. 

Prior to this, I'd been in the middle of my half of the tent. Now, though, I pulled my sleeping bag closer without making too much noise. She had her eyes closed anyway, and when she opened them, she found my hard cock about a foot away from her face, twice as close as it had been the last time she'd looked.

A sudden breath caught in her throat, which I perceived as her hitting the right button to set herself off. The moaning, which had been a constant throughout, rose sharply then abruptly stopped. The scream wouldn't be far off now, I thought, except she wasn't going to let herself.

Scooting closer like I had, I took away some of her view, but I got a better look at what she was doing. As I expected, her right hand was moving feverishly between her legs, with her fingers flicking back and forth over her clit. She had a belly shirt on, so I couldn't see her tits, but her pussy was clean-shaven as far as I could tell. She had a pretty nice body, for a girl I'd known for four minutes.

Her mouth stayed closed, but she let out a long, high-pitched moan, almost like a soprano humming the same note for 20 or 30 seconds at one time. Her entire body tensed up, but her eyes shot open, staring intently at my cock. I held it there for her to look at, not moving it or any other part of my body, trying to stay in the moment with her as well as I could.

The entire thing, from me waking up to her orgasm, probably took about five minutes.

She finally came down off her self-induced high, and immediately pulled her eyes away from the look we'd been locked into for the past few minutes. She did manage to throw a shy smile at me as she looked away, and I returned something like it, just in case she looked back.

I chuckled silently to myself and reached down for my boxer shorts and the blue jeans I'd been sleeping on. I stood up to put everything on, then my plan was to step through the divider and make my introduction. By the time I got through there, though, her side of the tent was empty. I noticed another sleeping bag besides the one she'd been using as I stepped out of the tent altogether and back into the campground.

"Jesus.. put a shirt on, man." That was J.T. He was sitting on a picnic table, holding a half-full bottle of Coors Light in one hand and a half-eaten Snickers bar in the other. "Might be starting a riot coming out here, showing off your six-pack for the world to see."

"Ignore his drunk ass," came the reply, from a short blonde girl sitting behind him. Not the girl I'd just seen in the tent, but not bad looking herself. A little chubby, maybe, but not enough that it hurt her facial features, which were very eye-catching. "You can leave it off all you want, far as I'm concerned."

I smiled at her and laughed in J.T.'s direction. "I appreciate that, hon, but I think my nipples will freeze off if I don't put something on. It's a bit chilly out here this morning."

My car was parked behind the tents, so I popped the trunk and fished a T-shirt out of the workout bag I kept in the car. I needed a shower pretty badly, but the shirt I'd worn last night was soaked in the cum I'd wiped up after Kelly and I had finished on the phone.

"I'm Zia," the blonde girl said when I walked back by the picnic table. I stopped and shook her hand. 

"Brad," I replied. "There was another girl in the tent, right?"

"Belinda," J.T. blurted out. "My sister."

Woah. The tightrope I'd been driving my semi-truck on was now covered in ice. Tread carefully, fair Bradley.

"Yeah, okay," I said, doing my best to be nonchalant about the whole situation. "I just thought I'd seen two sleeping bags on the other side of the tent when I came through there."

"Yeah, you did," Zia said. "She actually came out right before you did, just a couple of minutes I think. She seemed like she was in a hurry. Practically ran off toward the showers."

"Hey, when you need one, you need one," I said.

"You need one?" J.T. asked me, and just when I thought my cover had been blown, with him asking me if I needed a shower, I noticed he was looking at a cooler sitting on the ground in front of him. There were a few more beers in there, and he had his hand around the neck of one of the bottles, ready to hand it to me.

"No. Oh, Lord, no," I said. "What is it? 8 a.m.?"

"Close to 9," Zia said. "Not an early drinker, huh?"

"I don't like to start before 10, usually, no," I said. J.T. shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "More for me," and then closed the cooler. "Have you slept, man?"

"Little bit, I think," he said. I waited for him to fill in the blanks, but he didn't, so I looked at Zia. She didn't respond verbally, but she made a motion with her hands - sticking an index finger through a hole she made with her other hand, then putting her hands together beside her head in a sleep gesture. I nodded.

"Where is everybody?" I asked.

"Belinda took off for the shower like somethin' bit her in the ass," he said, apparently not hearing Zia tell me that exact thing a few seconds before. Hell, I thought.. the ass was in the right region, at least, though I was pretty sure nothing had bit her. "Paul and Becky are still crashed out in there," he said, and pointed toward the other tent, a solid green one set up on the other side of my car. "I'm 'bout to head in there in a minute, get some sleep before I get drunk again."

"You planning on ever not being drunk over the next four days?"

"Why the hell would I do that?" he replied, laughing as we bumped fists.

"And Bobby," Zia said. "I think he's still over there with those other people we partied with last night."

"Yeah," J.T. said, sounding more and more Southern with every line. "Boy done got him some nice pussy last night, prob'ly didn't wanna leave it."

I laughed, but Zia reached over and slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

"J.T.!" she said. "We have company!"

"Aww, Brad don't care," he said. "Boy was getting himself some ass last night during the Sawyer Brown gig."

I laughed and shook my head. Zia grinned at me and winked.

"I know," she said, which got J.T.'s attention. And mine, for that matter.

"Huh?" he asked, looking first at her, then at me, then back and forth. "Aw, hell. Looks like everybody here got some ass."

"I'm sure we'll do it all over again tonight," I said, clapping him on the shoulder as I took the bottle out of his hands. He looked like he was ready to fight me for it - till I turned it upside down, showing him he'd already killed it. "For now, brother, get some sleep, all right?"

He looked at me like that was the best idea he'd ever heard. Right now, it probably was. I helped him stagger toward the tent, and I unzipped the tent door for him. I caught a shock of red hair sticking out of a sleeping bag on the far side of the tent, which had to be Becky, and Paul was on the other side of the tent, wearing camouflage boxers and snoring away happily. J.T.'s sleeping bag was in the middle.

As soon as he'd collapsed, I turned back to see Zia looking at me.

"What was that about?" I asked her. She returned the most innocent look I've ever seen, despite the fact that I knew she knew what I meant. "You know I got laid last night?"

"Hehe, well, yeah, I do," she said. "For one, I heard you and Paul talking about it at the concert. I was in that group of girls in front of you. Two, you still smell like it."

I sniffed the air. There were a bunch of smells out there to be whiffed - beer, bacon and sausage that were being cooked in nearby RVs, and crisp, clean morning air. Pussy was definitely in there, though. I didn't technically get laid the night before, but I figured it was all semantics.

"Yeah, okay," I said. "But why make him think it was you and me?"

She giggled. "The more you get to know J.T., the more fun you'll have fucking with his mind. Besides, if he remembers any of this conversation when he wakes up, he'll probably remember that I'm still a lesbian."

That one caught my attention. I'd grabbed a bottle of water from the car the same time I'd grabbed my shirt, and I nearly spit the water out.

"Very, very nice," I said.

"What? The joke on J.T., or that I'm a lesbian?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, which made her laugh some more.

"I would have thought you'd at least want me to be bisexual," she said, only half-joking, I thought.

"Well, there is that. But hey, I still have a couple more days here, right? I've turned a straight girl into a lesbian once before - stands to reason that I have the ability to turn 'em the other direction, right?"

We both laughed.

"But we can always talk about that later," she said. "After all, we are sleeping in the same tent."

I figured that, but I acted quasi-surprised. "Yes," I said, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes, we are."

She ignored my tone of voice and smiled. "But for now, I think we both need showers. You want me to lead the way?"

"Actually, I have that covered," I said. "I have someone I need to meet with in Tulsa, and I can grab a shower at his place."

"Okay," she said. "You'll be back, right?"

"Oh, of course," I said. "I can't miss an opportunity to try and steal one away from the dark side."

******

I did have some business to tend to in town, but I could take care of that whenever. Really, I just wanted to use the 20-minute drive into Tulsa to call Kelly. Throughout the morning's activities and the ensuing conversation, my mind had kept drifting back to the woman on the other end of the phone. I mean, sure; watching Belinda stare at my cock while she fingered herself was great. I loved flirting as much as the next guy, and something about Zia told me that she wasn't strictly a lesbian. 

But Kelly had me more intrigued than both of those girls. All of them combined, really. There was just something mysterious about the unknown. It was like knowing I had a great Christmas present waiting for me in the attic, but I couldn't get it for another two weeks. The wait would be maddening, but the anticipation would only heighten whatever happened when I got there.

She answered on the first ring.

"Mmmm," she said before saying anything else. "Good morning."

"I'll tell you what," I said. "Every time you answer my call sounding like you want to fuck my brains out, I'll find another way to make the first time I see you extra special."

"I'm sorry," she said, with absolutely zero trace of remorse in her voice. "I was just thinking that your voice isn't the worst thing in the world to wake up to."

"Speaking of waking up," I started, and proceeded to fill her in on the first five minutes of my day. It was too early in the morning to get her motor running without being there in person to turn the key, but it sounded like something that could have set off some fireworks with her had she been properly warmed up first.

"So, are you going to fuck her later?"

I swear, every time she said that word, or talked about me having sex with her or any other woman, my heart rate heard a silent "Start your engines!" command and went off to the races. 

"I'm not sure," I said honestly. "If she saw me right now, she'd probably jump out of her skin."

"Maybe so," she said. "Still, you should try."

"Well, of course," I said, laughing. 

"What about Zia?"

"She definitely seems like the freaky type," I said. "She said she was a lesbian, but I also caught her admiring my body when I went to get a shirt out of my car. I have a feeling the line gets blurred sometimes."

"And you're more than happy to help blur it?"

"I'd be more than happy to erase it," I said, making her laugh again. I swear, I never had to hear another sound again.

For the rest of the drive into Tulsa, we just talked. Not about sex. Not about anything, really. Before I knew it, I was in downtown Tulsa, sitting in the parking garage of a large high-rise. I sat there in the driver's seat of my car for another half-hour, just chatting away. I probably could have stayed there all day, but she had to get to work.

"Kelly?"

"Yes?" She drew out the "s" at the end, making a simple word sound like the naughtiest of double entendres. You can't teach that.

"I know almost nothing about you."

Silence. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad, though no scenarios under which it was a good thing immediately came to mind. She stayed silent for so long that I started to wonder if she'd heard me at all.

"I know," she said.

"And.. I'm not really happy about that." It might have been a bit sterner than I wanted it to come out, but hey. It was the truth.

"Uh oh," she said, getting that sing-song in her voice where the words say she's afraid, but the tone says she's anything but. "You might have to give me a spanking when you get here."

"You would like that far too much to be considered actual punishment," I replied, and got her laughing again. "Seriously, though. You know what I've been doing for the past five years, you know what I look like, you know at least a little bit about my family. You even know that I'm not all that old, by looking at the picture."

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Twenty-three in two weeks," I said. "I'll answer any questions you have about me, anytime you want to ask them, but... I know nothing about you. You could be some 50-year-old hunchback who just escaped from the psycho ward last week. You could be one of those little Oompaloompa's from the Willie Wonka movie, complete with sideburns, the mustache and the weird glasses."

"Well, I'm 20," she replied. I kind of figured she was somewhere in that range from listening to her voice. "And I have no facial hair," she added with a laugh.

"Okay, that's a start," I said, laughing with her. I waited for her to offer more, but it didn't seem like she planned to. 

"I just don't want to give away too much at once," she said. "I'd like to get to know you the old-fashioned way, not over a cell phone from 1,500 miles away."

"Fine," I said, a plan already forming in my mind. "Why don't we do this? We'll talk every day from now until I get home, right?"

"I hope so."

"Good. Every day, we trade off. Today, we told each other our ages. That can be enough for today. I'll start tomorrow. Every other day, we'll take turns telling each other something about ourselves."

"Do I get to ask questions?" she said.

"Yes, but I don't have to answer them, and neither do you, if we ask something the other doesn't want to answer. The only rules are, they have to be non-sexual and, if you decide to answer the question, you have to do it honestly."

"Why no sex?"

"Because we'd end up spending every one of them asking about past experiences or favorite positions or the thousands of other things we'll talk about anyway, since we can't seem to go two minutes without talking about sex. I want to get to know you as a person during those couple of minutes that we spend talking about it. We can spend the rest of the conversation on sex."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 03



She giggled, which affected me in a different way. Less emotional, more physical, but if the bulge in my blue jeans was any indication, it was just as effective.

"And no cheating by asking my mom!" I said.

"Damn you!" she replied, though she managed to laugh. "You read my mind from 10 states away."

"I was thinking of doing the same thing about you, is the only reason I thought of it," I said. "Let's just relax and let things come, okay?"

"I've been having more fun making things come, but if you want me to stop..."

I laughed and rolled my eyes.

******

It was a little after 11 p.m. when I got back to the deserted campground. I wasn't ready to shut it down for the night, but Kelly had to work early the next morning, so she asked me to call as soon as I could. Hopefully 10 o'clock Mountain time wasn't too late.

"I was just about to stop waiting and start using my imagination," she said by way of answering the phone. The woman didn't know how to answer the phone in a normal, conventional way, and I didn't know how I'd react if she ever did. 

"What a shame that would be," I quipped. "Though, I'm sure your imagination would put some of the most creative minds in the history of the world to shame."

She offered me one of her usual laughs as a response. I got a wild idea then - maybe she could think something up in her mind that she wanted me to do while I was on this trip and tell me about it. Then I could see how close I could get to acting it out and telling her about it.

It was a thought, but really, I still wasn't completely sure that she was happy with this set up. I'd wait a few days, maybe a week, until I knew for sure. Then I'd float the test balloon.

"How was your day?" We both said that at the same time, and neither of us could help but laugh over that.

"It was fine," she said when it became clear I wasn't going to respond until she did. "Just another joyous day of making sure all the unhealthy people in the world get as many tacos, burritos and chalupas as their little hearts can stand."

"Little hearts, even smaller blood vessels," I said.

"And huge cholesterol levels."

"And that," I said. "Sounds like a blast."

"Oh, yeah. If only I could have spent a couple hours watching paint dry, my day would have been complete - oh wait! I got to do that, too!"

Now I was the one laughing. "You had to paint something?"

"Yeah, I'm painting the walls in one of my rooms," she said.

"Very nice," I said. "A self-sufficient woman. You can make greasy burritos, do work around the house and give me great orgasms. If you can do laundry, I'm in."

"Very funny," she said, but she made sure I knew she was joking. "If you ever came over for dinner, I'd at least upgrade you to an enchilada."

"Ooh, my favorite," I laughed.

"What about you?"

"Took care of that stuff I was telling you about in town this morning, got my shower, headed back out here. Lots more great music."

"How was Toby Keith, you lucky bastard?"

"Jeez. Yesterday was my mom. Now today you're taking shots at my dad?"

"Oh, hush and tell me."

"It was great. Very loud. Very boisterous. I'm pretty sure he was very loaded, too, so it all turned out well."

"Sounds like a great show."

"Yeah, it was," I agreed. "Of course, what happened immediately after the show was just as good."

"Ooh," she said, switching from conversational mode to full-on phone sex mode in a heartbeat. "Now we're at the good part."

*************

I got lost coming back to the festival grounds, and instead of turning in to head to the campsites, I turned into the regular parking lot, for people who were just coming to the festival then going home or somewhere else afterward. I thought about turning around, but Rodney Atkins was set to start around 2 p.m., and I didn't want to miss that, so I just parked as close as I could to the gates and went in. I figured I could always move my car after the show.

I'd never exchanged cell numbers with Paul or any of the other guys at the campsite, so I couldn't figure out where any of them were inside the grounds. That was okay with me, though. That was one of the things I liked the most about myself. While I loved being around people all the time, and never seemed to need "me" space, I was still extremely comfortable by myself, hanging out as a loner. 

That's what I did most of during the day. I caught the first two shows all by myself, then spent the third show, Terri Clark, sitting with some nice old ladies who saw the eagle, globe and anchor tattoo on my arm in one of the food lines. Of course, I'll admit that I was having fantasies all throughout. About Terri Clark, not the old ladies.

I wasn't the biggest Lonestar fan, though, and while the band opened for Toby Keith, I paraded around the festival grounds. There were all the normal games and such - use a sledgehammer and get the gauge to go so high, win a stuffed animal; toss rings around bottles; shoot water guns at targets to win races; etc. There were kids everywhere, but I managed to sneak a glimpse of the redhead I'd seen yesterday -- the one with the orange thong and the blue jean shorts. The one I'd spent a few minutes of thought on, wishing I had the ability to remove clothing from 10 feet away with my mind.

I wasn't even really sure it was her - there were probably more than a couple hot redheads floating around this joint. By the time I got close enough to check, she'd disappeared into the crowd.

At any rate, I'd made it back to my chair for the Toby Keith gig, and the guy had put on a show. He was loud and obnoxious, and most assuredly three sheets to the wind. He was from Oklahoma, and he knew how to work the hometown crowd. Most everyone there was feeling no pain by the time it was over.

I started heading back to my car, to drive it back over to the campground. This is when one of my biggest faults rose to the surface - I'm not all that good at thinking ahead to solve problems. Sure, I'd gotten to the festival early and parked as close as I could to the gate, but that also meant I was one of the farthest from the entrance to the parking lot. And with someone as popular as Toby Keith up there, the parking lot was packed. No one was moving.

"Shit," I said out loud, though since I was in my car, no one could hear me. I tilted the seat back to relax - I knew I'd be there for at least a half-hour, maybe more. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, not more than 15 minutes had gone by. A quick check out my window told me nothing had changed with the traffic - still deadlocked. There were a couple sets of blue lights flashing too, which probably meant that a couple of the idiots trying to rush out of there had crashed into each other, which made everyone else waiting on them reaffirm that they were, in fact, idiots.

I took a quick look out the passenger window, though, and I noticed a black guy sitting in the back of a large pickup truck, something in the "So big that I spend more than my weekly paycheck to fill the tank" variety. I looked closer and realized it was Perry, the ever-helpful guy from the beer tent the night before. I was sure he'd remember me, and besides, I was tired of sitting in my car. If I was going to be here a while, I might as well get out and make some conversation.

He noticed me immediately, and he grinned at the recognition. His eyes were a little nervous, though, too. As I got around to the tailgate of his truck, I saw why. 

There was a blanket spread out on the truck bed, and Perry was sitting with his back up against the cab of the truck. His legs were spread open, as far as his cargo shorts would let him, being bunched up around his ankles as they were. In between his legs lay a brunette with a pretty nice body. She had jet-black hair that hung halfway down her back, but that's about all I could see. She was lying on her stomach and her face was buried in Perry's crotch.

I probably should have walked away at that point, but he hadn't told me to yet, and I was enjoying watching the brunette from behind. She still had most of her clothes on, not that she had much on to begin with. A pair of white cargo shorts were riding so far up her ass they might as well have been a second pair of underwear - if there was indeed a first pair. She had no shirt on, but I could make out the edges of a dark-colored sports bra, most of which was covered up by her hair.

Perry's left arm rested on a cooler, and his right hand was holding a beer. After a few seconds of standing there, he shrugged his shoulders and decided to chance it.

"You want a beer, man?"

I nodded as I watched the brunette stop what she was doing and freeze up. I was about to motion to Perry to put his hand on her head to get her to keep going, but he did that of his own volition. It took a few times of her going up and down for her to get comfortable again, but she went back to what she was doing, and I took the beer from Perry.

"'Preciate it, man," I said, and hopped up on the tailgate of the truck. He just nodded back at me and closed his eyes. She must have been doing a good job. 

We just sat there for a few minutes, with her giving him a blowjob as I watched. Cars were honking their horns all around us, but I doubted any of the noise was directed at us. We were both backed up against the fence, so no one in the parking lot was going to see us.

"You get what you needed yesterday?" he asked. Apparently, he was going to make conversation while he was getting his rocks off. Hell, I thought, as long as she wasn't going to stop what she was doing on my account.

"Yeah," I said. "She paid me back for the beer."

"I'm guessing not with money," he replied.

"Not so much, no," I said, and he laughed. That quickly turned into a moan, as apparently the girl was doing something different. "I didn't even fuck her, man. Just got her off a few times with my tongue, came in her mouth, went back to the show."

"Yeah," he nodded in agreement. "Sawyer Brown puts on a pretty good show. No point in missing that for something you can get anytime."

He was laughing, but he'd already put a hand on the back of the girl's head to make sure she didn't plan to stop because of his joke. That made me laugh, too.

We chatted for a few more minutes about the artists that played that day. He apparently wasn't such a huge fan of some of the more arrogant patriotic songs in Toby Keith's repertoire. Me, I was more of a music guy. I just liked the songs, and if I didn't totally get behind the meaning of it, that was ok. If I didn't like the song because of its meaning, I just stopped listening to the song. But these particular songs riled up a few people, I guess.

I'd been on the tailgate for about 20 minutes and was already on my third beer when the girl started making louder sucking noises, almost like she was trying to compete with our conversation.

"I'm sorry, hon," I said. "Are we making it hard for you to concentrate?"

She pulled up off his dick for a second, the first time she'd done so since I showed up. "A little," she said. "If you keep talking, I might make you join in so you'll shut up."

I laughed, but immediately looked at Perry for a response. He was smiling too.

"I'm not sure what Perry would think of that, darlin'."

"Is that his name?" she said, grinning devilishly at me and licking her lips before falling back on his cock.

"Not your girlfriend, then?" I asked. He shook his head.

"A girl I met about 45 minutes ago," he replied. "I don't know her name, either."

"It's Jill," she said, without taking the dick out this time. "Now shut up and take off your pants."

I raised my eyebrows at Perry, who returned the glance with a "Don't look at me," expression.

I unbuckled my pants and slid them down my legs, but she seemed to be going to town on Perry right then, and I didn't want to break her rhythm, or stop Perry from cumming if that's what he was about to do. But after about five more minutes of sitting there with no pants on, I called her bluff.

"Man, Perry, I shoulda figured," I said. "Chick tells me to take my pants off, then just ignores me and leaves me over here."

She pulled up off Perry again, just to look back at me and grin. "I already told you to join in. I'm not going to give you a fucking engraved invitation. You want in? Get in."

I winked back at her and immediately slid up next to her on the blanket. Within seconds, the cargo shorts were laying on the truck bed. Perry had kicked his off as well, and they joined my jeans in the pile. She had on a blue thong, but I quickly moved that to the side.

My finger slipped into her opening with no trouble, but it did make her gasp and tighten up around Perry's cock. His face registered a little surprise, but he was able to keep it under control and hold off his orgasm. I got the impression he was going to fuck this girl, but I had no intentions of doing so. I was just getting her ready for him.

I slipped another finger inside and started finger fucking her in earnest. Meanwhile, Perry had worked on the sports bra and tossed that item into the pile as well. I got his attention and then motioned for him to help me flip her around. He smiled back and pulled her up off his dick with surprising authority.

"Give me that pussy," he said, and together, we spun her around. She came face to face with my dick, which was now standing at attention. I gave Perry a quick nod, and the moment he plowed into her pussy from behind, I did the same with my cock and her mouth.

She responded the only way she could - by humming and moaning and screaming and whatever else she did, all with my cock in her mouth. As for Perry, I'd noticed as we flipped Jill around that he was a typical black guy - long, thick dick with a bit of a curve at the end. She was definitely getting it good on both ends.

Jill looked up at me as she took as much of me as she could into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Perry grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks and started slamming into her for all he was worth. I wasn't sure why he was in a hurry, but she was definitely enjoying his increased urgency. It showed, as she picked up the intensity of her blowjob. Though she couldn't fit all of it in, the four or five inches she did have felt like they were in vice grips. She was using only as much teeth as I could handle, and even then only to supplement what she was doing with her cheek muscles. The term "sucking a golf ball through a garden hose" is horribly overused, but it was the only thought that readily came to mind as she went to town on me.

It turned out that Perry really wasn't in a hurry - he just happened to have a fair amount of staying power and after a long day of selling people beer in a hot, non-air-conditioned beer tent, he wasn't in the mood for anything subtle or gentle. We stayed like that for at least 10 or 15 more minutes, when I felt like all the work Jill was doing was starting to pay off. I could feel an orgasm coming in the next few minutes. I was about to ask Perry if he wanted to flip her over or have her ride him while she sucked me off, but he signaled to me that he was ready to cum as well.

I don't why I got the idea, but I pulled out of her mouth suddenly. She looked up at me as if I'd just bit her, and was about to pull me back in when I finally got Perry's attention. I had her hair in my hand, and he took it from me as he figured out what I wanted.

I wasn't sure he could go much faster, but as he yanked back on her hair, Perry's hips became one big blur. Jill was still on her knees but now she was kneeling straight up instead of on her hands and knees, and I walked up and forcefully thrust my cock back into her mouth. She had one hand on my balls and the other between her legs as I started face-fucking her, being careful not to gag her.

I'm not sure who came first between Perry and I, but I do know that Jill beat us both to the punch. Her whole body tensed up, and she let out a scream that definitely would have alerted some of the traffic cops nearby - if her mouth hadn't been full. The extra vibration around my cock was all it took for me, and her eyes went wide as thick torrents of cum started to jet from my cock into her mouth and down her throat. She was clearly working as hard as she could to keep it all, but some of it leaked from the edges of her mouth and down her chin.

I was so busy trying not to choke the brunette girl kneeling in front of me that I hadn't noticed that Perry was no longer laying into her. He was still firmly lodged inside her, though, and I could see some finger marks on her ass where he'd latched on as he came inside her.

Jill eased forward onto her hands and knees again, and I sat back, thankful that my ass had the blanket to fall on instead of the liner in Perry's truck bed. He finally leaned back as well, his cock slipping out of Jill with an audible pop that made him laugh, her moan and me smile.

"Thank God for traffic," I said, drawing laughs all around. I looked around at the parking lot, and while it wasn't quite deserted, the gridlock had eased up considerably. It'd be a two-minute drive from my parking spot to the front gate, and maybe another five or so from there to the campsite.

Jill had other ideas.

"Your turn now?" she suggested, grinning at me with eyes that promised she could make it worth my while. While I had no doubt she could, and I was definitely enjoying the ménage a trois, I had different kind of threesome in mind.

"Actually, I need to get back to the campground," I said.

"Got somebody waiting for you?" Perry asked.

"Hopefully, a couple of somebodies," I said. "And no offense, but they both look a lot more like her than they do you."

"None taken," he said, reaching into the cooler and grabbing three beers as the words came out. He handed one to me and Jill and kept the other for himself.

"You're welcome to tag along if you want," I said, more to him than her, but definitely inviting them both.

"Normally, I would," he said. "But I'd like to have a little more fun right here, I think."

Jill looked back at him over her shoulder and gave him the same type of smile she was giving me a minute ago. I'm not sure what it did to him, but it made my cock spring back up.

"All right," I said. Perry leaned over to grab his shorts and fished his cell phone out of the pocket. I gave him my number and he called it, just in case there was any more fun to be had tomorrow on either side. I shared a nice, deep kiss with Jill, tasting a very odd mixture of Miller Lite and my cum on her tongue. Perry and I bumped fists, and I quickly got dressed and headed back to my car. As I drove away, the last thing I saw was Perry pulling Jill back onto her hands and knees and backing her pussy up to his mouth.

******

"Would you want to share me with another guy?" Kelly asked when I finished telling the story. It was an intriguing thought, to be sure.

"I don't know," I said. "If you're anything like you are on the phone in real life, I'd be worried that you might kill the poor guy."

"And what makes me so bad?" she asked, feigning sounding hurt.

"Oh, I don't know," I said. "In the past three days, you've gotten yourself off twice with someone you barely know, while encouraging him to tell you all the sordid details of his sex life."

"Yeah, which sucks right now," she said. I knew she was joking, but she continued. "I tell you to do whatever you want, and all you come back with is two blow jobs and eating some blonde out in an equipment shed. Hell, from the talking we've done, I'm wondering if I should get with you now. Through two encounters, I'm counting two orgasms you've had, and just one for the girls." 

"That's some diluted math, babe," I said. My fist was working feverishly to catch up to Kelly, who was breathing so hard into the phone I'd have thought she was hyperventilating under normal circumstances. "The girl last night came at least twice, and Jill came once while I was there tonight."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 03



"Yeah, but you didn't cause that one," she said, ignoring what I'd said about Teresa.

"Oh, I'd like to think I was partially to blame," I said. "Just like I'll be partially to blame for that wet spot on your sheets in about.. two minutes."

"Less than that," she said, gasping for air between the words. "Are you there yet?"

"Getting there, dear," I said. "Remember, I just got off 20 minutes ago. This will be your first orgasm today."

"Says who?" she asked. I didn't really have a response to that.

"Who says this is my first?" she asked again. "Just because I wasn't on the phone with you.. just because I couldn't hear your voice live, doesn't mean I can't get myself off. I have voicemails from you.. I have memories of the sound of your voice.. I have pictures of you. Men aren't the only ones who play with themselves while looking at hot pictures."

The image of Kelly finger-fucking herself while looking at my picture took my cock to places I didn't think I'd be able to get it to go. Within seconds, I was on the verge.

"Oh fuck, that's hot," I said.

"You like that, huh? I bet you'd like to know I'm sitting here right now, looking at that picture of you, the Marine picture. I wish I could squirt, because-"

She didn't have to finish the sentence - I got the point.

"Cum now," I said into the phone. It wasn't a request. "I am."

Immediately, I heard her moan into the phone, a long, slow, guttural sound that had been building steadily for the past 20 minutes. That lasted for a few seconds, only to be replaced by a string of expletives, with the words "Brad" and "baby" sprinkled throughout. My name had never sounded like a swear word before, but I wasn't about to complain.

I felt my own cum on my hand as I continued to pound my dick mercilessly. It was way too soon after the threesome in the parking lot to expect much more than that, but Kelly's voice was so fucking sexy that one jet spurted out and landed somewhere north of my belly button.

Neither of us said anything for a long moment. I tried to breathe as quietly as possible, because I wanted nothing more than to hear her breathe on the other end of the line.

"Brad?" she finally said after a few minutes had passed.

"Would you really be willing to share me?"

"Would you want me to?"

"I've never tried it, but I think so," she said.

"Then yes. I'd definitely be willing to do it. Same as any other ideas you have. If it'll make you happy, I won't hesitate."

I could almost hear her smiling from the next time zone over. Thing was.. it wasn't just a line. I meant it.

******

As much as I didn't want to, I had to let Kelly off the phone then. I felt sort of empty, knowing I was still in the middle of a wheat field in Oklahoma, and she was lying in her bed in Idaho instead of right there next to me. It occurred to me that missing someone less than a minute after they hung up the phone was, at the very least, odd and unhealthy. Being the commitment-phobe I was, it also scared me a little.

It didn't tire me out, though, so I pulled my pants and boxers back up and left the tent. I'd been a little disappointed at first, when neither Belinda nor Zia were around when I got back to the camp, but I quickly got over it. I wanted to kick myself for turning down an invitation to fuck Jill for a threesome that apparently wasn't going to happen, at least not tonight, but I could hear screams and shrieks and music and just general party noises from the other side of the campground, the part not cursed with the quiet zone tag. I figured there was plenty of fun to be had over there, if not horizontally, at least vertically.

As I started to walk out of the camp, though, I heard a clinking noise coming from the other side of my car, something that sounded like glass on metal. I went over to investigate and saw a Miller Lite bottle leaning up against the hubcap of my right rear tire. Sitting next to the bottle was the redhead I'd spotted the night before and again earlier that evening. She had her back up against the rear passenger-side door of my Dodge Stratus. I remembered thinking her backside was pretty appealing, but as she looked up at me, I thought her face looked even better.

"It's a pretty reliable car," I said, "but I'm not sure if it makes a great back rest."

"It doesn't," she assured me.

"Then why are you using it as such?"

"The doors are locked."

"I can open them if you really want me to."

She seemed sad about something, though I had no idea what. She looked up at me, seemingly deep in thought.

"I'm Brad," I said, walking up to her and putting my hand out.

"Becky," she said, not sure at first if she should shake it or not, but finally deciding I probably didn't bite.

"Ah," I said. "You were sleeping in Paul and J.T.'s tent last night."

"That would be me," she said. "You going to let go of my hand now?"

I grinned back at her.

"I don't know what's going on, and what's got you so down that you're hiding out behind my car," I said. "But I'm not going to leave you over here. If you want to sulk, come out and sit with me at the picnic table, and we'll sulk together."

I really had nothing to sulk about. Sure, I missed Kelly, which made me crazy, but that wasn't anything to be sad over. But Becky didn't have to know that. She carefully studied my face before allowing me to pull her to her feet and lead her over to the picnic table.

Good 'ol J.T. had been kind enough to leave some beer in the cooler, and I pulled out two. She took hers and twisted the top off, wasting no time before downing at least a good quarter of it.

"So?" I asked after a few moments.

"What?"

"What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing," she said in a tone that let me know it was definitely not nothing. "Just.. this place."

"What about it? It's been pretty fun so far."

"Of course you think so," she said. "I heard you in the tent, having phone sex with whoever that was."

I was a little surprised that she'd heard me, but not too much. For all I know, she had been sitting there since I got back from the parking lot. I had no idea when she'd showed up.

"Well, that was with someone who wasn't here," I said. "I've been having plenty of fun here, too," I said.

She looked like she wanted to laugh, but just couldn't bring herself to do it. "I swear, you guys are all alike."

"I beg to differ," I said before taking a long pull off my beer. "What's up, Becky?"

She looked square into my eyes again, and I could just see the sides of her brain debating on whether or not to tell me. I guess she finally decided I wasn't a threat.

"Paul," she said, as if that would explain everything to me.

"Are you guys a couple?" I asked. They were sleeping in the same tent that morning, but that didn't mean anything. 

"We should be," she said. "I thought we were. Him, not so much, apparently."

"How do you know?" I asked. 

"Well, he's over there" - she pointed toward the party side of the camp - "fucking some Latina chick who looks young enough to be my daughter. So, no, I'm guessing he doesn't think we're a couple."

"She looks like she's three?"

"What?"

"You said she looks young enough to be your daughter, but you don't look old enough to have anything older than a 3-year-old, and even that's stretching it," I said, amusing myself with how I'd put a fresh spin on one of the world's most tired compliments. "And, if Paul's into three-year-olds, he's not nearly as cool as I thought he was."

Finally, she laughed. When I managed to get her to look in my eyes, I could see there was warmth behind her eyes - it wasn't just an empty laugh.

"I guess I'm older than I look then," she said, and I knew enough to leave it at that. Hell, the night before I'd shot my wad down the throat of a woman who was at least 40, and I could have sworn she was no older than 33 or 34. So what did I know about age and looks, anyway? 

"Well, have you said anything to Paul about it?" I asked her. I didn't want to pry, but it wouldn't do for someone as sexy as Becky to be sitting around moping when the rest of the free world was out having sex and getting drunk.

"I've dropped hints," she said. "We've slept together, and we do almost everything together. I kind of just thought that made us a couple. No one ever really asks the formal question anymore.. you just wake up one day, and you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend."

"And you thought that's how it was with you and Paul." I said, not meaning it as a question, but she nodded her head anyway. She tipped her glass up, killing off the rest of her beer in short order.

"Well, listen," I said, and her attention was back on my face again. It was clear that she was doing just that. "Some guys need to be told. I'm terrible with relationships, but Dr. Phil says communication is the key."

"You watch Dr. Phil?" she asked, her voice filling with mirth.

"Hell, no," I said. "I was at the hospital a couple months ago with my buddy, he was having surgery. That shit was on TV, and it was like a 26-car-pile-up on the freeway. Sucks for everybody involved, but you can't help but look as you go by."

I had her laughing pretty good now, and I had to admit, I was pretty pleased with myself. She was pretty depressed just a few minutes ago, and if nothing else came of the night, at least I'd cheered her up some.

"Just talk to him," I said. "Yes, a lot of guys are pretty good at reading between the lines, and most of the time, it's pretty obvious when things have taken the next step. Paul seems like a really good guy, but I don't know him very well. He might be an idiot. Or, the signals might be mixed with you guys, or whatever. All I know is, if you talk to him, you can get it ironed out. I'm sure if he knows you're upset by what he's doing tonight-"

"And what he did last night," she added.

"-that he'll be sorry. I'm sure if he cares about you, he wouldn't want to do anything to hurt you."

"You think so?"

"Sure," I said. "Look, he probably just thinks all you want out of the deal is sex. Maybe he's okay with that, if that's all he thinks he can get out of it. Maybe he's not okay with it, but doesn't know how to tell you. I don't know. If he knew you wanted him to be your man, though.. hell, he'd be crazy to turn that down."

"Really?"

"Please, don't tell me you're one of those women who has absolutely no friggin' idea that she's drop dead sexy and could make a man cuss out his momma just by wiggling her ass the right way."

She laughed, but she looked at me a little curiously now.

"Where did that come from?"

"From yesterday," I said. "And earlier today. I saw you yesterday, sitting with the other girls in that group in front of Paul and J.T., when I first met those guys." 

There was no point in being shy about it. "I saw your red hair first," I said, and got up to walk around the picnic table, to get another look at it from behind. "Then I saw the tattoo." I looked down, and her blue T-shirt had ridden far enough up her back that the spider pattern on her lower back was in plain view. "Then I saw the orange thong that looked like it was ready to bury itself inside you."

Now she turned around to look at me. She had an interesting look on her face - interesting because I had no idea what it meant.

"And I remember thinking to myself.. 'Ya know, I thought if I died, I wanted to come back as a porn star, but now I'm thinking being a little orange piece of string might not be so bad, either.'"

She giggled at that, and I sat down next to her, this time on her side of the table. 

"Then today, I saw you over by the games during Lonestar's show. I tried to catch up with you across the crowd, but I couldn't get there quick enough without stomping on a bunch of little kids. Probably a good thing, too."

"Why's that?" she asked.

"Because I'd had enough to drink that I'd have been willing to jump you right there in front of the ring toss, kids and their parents' reactions be damned."

Now she was smiling. She was also blushing, but I couldn't tell if it was from my words or the beer. She'd just finished her second.

"So, yeah," I said. "If Paul didn't want to hook up with you long-term... I'd request a pass to the front of the line of all the people who'd want to kick his ass."

I didn't look at her as I said that. Not because I'm shy - I'm not, and even if I was, I'd had enough to drink by then that I wouldn't be. I just knew if I looked at her, her first response would be to blush and look away. I didn't want that.

I could feel her stare at me for a second, then she grabbed my face and turned it toward her, right before she leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. Our lips just brushed together for a few moments, but I could tell there was a little heat there.

"Okay, I don't know what that was," I said. "But if it was supposed to be a kiss, it should have gone a little more like this."

I put my bottle down and did the same with hers, then grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her over to me. My tongue entered her mouth at the same time our lips touched, hell bent on exploring every inch of the mouth behind that killer smile that'd been working wonders for me the past 10 or so minutes. Her arms encircled my neck, and before I knew it, she was sitting on my lap. I sucked her top lip into my mouth, and she briefly dug her nails into my shoulder as she pulled back.

"Who was that you were having phone sex with a while ago?" she asked, clearly trying to catch her breath.

I thought for a minute. I didn't know what we were for sure, but I sure as hell didn't need it spelled out for me.

"Probably my girlfriend, but don't worry about that," I said. "She's all for me doing whatever I want till I get back home in a couple of weeks."

Just calling her my girlfriend should have set off some red flags in my mind, but it didn't. I managed to ignore that train of thought in favor of the better shade of red sitting on my lap.

"Good," Becky replied, and reached down to pull off her shirt. I grabbed her wrist before she could.

"Wait," I said. "What about Paul?"

"I love Paul," she said, releasing her shirt and placing her hands on my chest. "And I'm pretty sure he loves me. But he's off fucking some girl that isn't me. While I plan to put a stop to that tomorrow.. why can't I have a little fun first?"

It made sense to me, and I didn't waste time with telling her that. I just put my hands where hers had been, and lifted her shirt up as she raised her arms. The equally blue bra she'd been wearing quickly followed, and I stared at her chest for a few seconds. They weren't the biggest breasts I'd ever seen - not even the biggest I'd seen since I'd arrived in Oklahoma - but they were maybe the best-looking set I'd laid eyes on. They were perfectly shaped, not small enough to go unnoticed but not big enough to risk any significant tongue injuries. She was young enough that they hadn't started sagging yet, all earlier joking about her age aside. Besides that, they were attached to a body that just crawled its way off the front page of a Playboy. I was content to just drink it all in, and she was content to let me.

Finally, I leaned forward to kiss her again, but she pulled away.

"Not here," she said, leaning down to kiss me quickly. "Let's go to the tent."

She jumped off my lap and sprinted into the other tent before anyone could see her C-cup tits bouncing in the midnight air. 

"Looks like I'll have something to tell Kelly tomorrow," I said, out loud but not loud enough for Becky to hear it. I downed the rest of my beer and quickly followed her in. She was waiting for me just inside and grabbed hold of my right arm, pulling me down into the sleeping bag with her.

Somehow, she managed to get me on the bottom and wound up sitting on my lap again. I didn't care, mind you - the magnificent breasts hanging just inches from my face were more than enough to keep me happy. She started grinding her hips into my crotch, and I sincerely hoped that she wouldn't take my soft cock as an insult. I'd gotten off three times in an hour before, but usually it involved loads of Red Bull and a few different women to keep me interested. I was out of Red Bull and I didn't think anyone else was going to show up anytime soon. 

Thankfully, she was so damn attractive that all my cock had to do was what comes natural, no pun intended. The longer I stared at her, the more I played with her tits, and the deeper our kisses got, the harder I grew. It did take about 20 minutes of her giving me what basically amounted to a private lap dance before I was back to full hardness, but even then I knew it would take at least 20 or 30 more minutes of constant fucking to get off again.

"Wow," she said. "You don't look that old, but it took you almost a half hour to recover from one orgasm."

Had it been true, it might have killed the mood. But it wasn't.

"Two, dear," I said.

"Two?"

"Yes. One in the parking lot after the show, while everything was jammed up trying to get out," I said. "Another just now in the tent."

"Oh, I see," she said, grinning down at me and licking her lips. "We'll just have to see how long it takes me to make you cum now, won't we?"

She was going to get no arguments from me. I was handling her breasts a little more roughly now, but she didn't seem to mind. Her nipples were sticking out almost an inch from the rest of her breasts, and the areola, while not overly large, were all standing up on end like goose bumps. It was clear that she liked what I was doing.

I didn't even notice, but somehow, she'd managed to undo her shorts and my jeans while bouncing up and down on my lap. She stood up quickly enough to slide hers down her hips, leaving just a thong - yellow, this time - to cover her pussy. I scooted my jeans down far enough that she'd have access, and no more. I couldn't move my legs, but hey. It wasn't likely that I'd really want to move much over the next five minutes.

She rubbed her pussy, shielded only by her thong, up and down on my exposed dick a few times before quickly pulling the thong to one side and sliding my dick inside her. Less than 30 minutes after I'd seen her leaning on my car, my dick was buried inside her.

"Wow," she said as I felt her pubic hair make contact with mine. I felt around to check, and sure enough, she'd taken my entire cock into her with the first stroke. She didn't need extra lube or for me to go slowly - she was that ready. "I feel so full right now."

"Well, you definitely got me hard again quicker than I would have ever imagined."

"I don't think this is the longest dick I've ever had, but I'm pretty sure this is the biggest around. You're hitting areas even my vibrators and dildos don't get to."

"Glad to know I can be of service," I grinned back at her. "There's still some hope for the human race, I guess. I can still do something no machine can match."

She laughed and smiled sexily at me as she dipped her head to my chest and licked and sucked on my left nipple. Her leaning forward gave me better access to her ass, and I squeezed it as hard as I thought I could get away with.

It was clear that this wasn't going to be an emotionally intense encounter. She was laughing at every joke I made, and her face was filled with excitement. It was liked I'd cleared up all her problems with one simple suggestion - talk. I don't know if she'd decided to fuck me as a way of thanking me, or because she was genuinely attracted to me, or because she figured if Paul could do it, so could she. Honestly, I didn't much care. I was going to make sure she had a hell of a time either way.

She was working herself up and down my dick, using her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. There was still a gleam in her eye, but her cheeks were starting to flush. So, too, was the valley between her breasts. I noticed her breaths were more frequent and ragged now, and while there was still a smile on her lips, the look on her face was one of concentration. She was slamming down on my lap a little more forcefully with each stroke.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 03



I reached up and caught her right nipple between my teeth, biting down a little harder than maybe I should have. She looked down at me as she gasped, but she didn't look pissed or anything. I used the moment to pull her down against my chest, forcing her to basically lay flat on top of me. I still had her right tit in my mouth, but I was pulling it about as far as it could go. She looked confused for a second, as I'd stopped her from bouncing up and down. I quickly replaced the movement by slamming my hips up into her, though, using her elevated ass to get good leverage. The confusion was replaced by surprise, but I noticed the smile was even wider this time.

I let the nipple go and wrapped my arms around her lower back. I raised my hips, forcing her to do the same, and as her sweat-slick body slid forward on mine, her collarbone moved within an inch of my mouth. I grinned inwardly, and as I rapidly pistoned my cock up into Becky, I leaned toward her neck and bit down gently. It would leave a mark, but it was far enough back on her neck that her hair would cover it.

I heard her breath catch in her throat and stop altogether, and I continued to lick and suck on the area I'd bitten. Of course, she was probably focused more on the fact that my dick was thrusting into her with about two strokes per second. 

Now it was her turn to get some payback. She buried her head in my shoulder and bit down as she screamed, most of the sound dying on my T-shirt and in my muscles. I felt her juices flood over my cock, down past my balls and onto the sleeping bag as she came. Her body shook on top of me as I continued to fuck her, though I did slow down once I felt the juices stop flowing. She rode me through the orgasm, and I tightened my grip around her back. I knew this wasn't an emotional thing, but most women enjoyed being close to their man during their orgasms. I figured it wouldn't hurt.

"Holy fuck," she said.

"Well, I don't know about 'holy,'" I said. "I'll grant you the other part."

To emphasize it, I stroked up into her a couple more times, letting her know I was still as hard as I was when she mounted me in the first place.

She grinned down at me. The fire was back. "You're damn right you will."

I pulled her off of me, kicking my blue jeans the rest of the way off as I did. She rolled off to my right, and as I grabbed her thong and slid it down her legs, she tugged on the bottom of my T-shirt. I kept her thong in my hand after I got it off of her, and let her pull my shirt off. As I lowered my arms, though, I brought her panties to my nose. I made a big show of breathing in her scent, and she raised her eyebrows in response.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," I said. "You definitely smell nice, though."

"Let me taste," she said. Had I heard correctly? Did she say taste? 

My hearing worked just fine. I handed her the yellow fabric, and her tongue immediately snaked out, dragging across the part that went across her pussy. Her eyes lit up. 

"It tastes good, too," she said. "Want to try it?"

"Definitely," I said, and without waiting for a response, I grabbed her left leg and tugged her toward me. The look of surprise was still on her face when I dove between her legs and began tonguing her pussy. I started gently at first, just letting my tongue drift lazily all over and around her pussy, paying equal attention to her lips, the pink insides, the area between her pussy and her ass, and even a fair amount of her inner thighs. I purposely avoided her clit for the time being. 

I guess somewhere in the back of my subconscious, it occurred to me that my scattered technique might lead Becky to believe I had no idea what I was doing, but really, I was just trying to take my time and enjoy the moment. Besides, she was telling me she was into what I was doing by moaning every time my tongue touched a sensitive spot. 

I sucked one of her pussy lips into my mouth and kept it there for a few moments, manipulating it with my tongue and occasionally nibbling gently. In the meantime, I ran my fingers over the rest of the area, occasionally brushing them across her clit. 

Eventually, she got worked up enough by my lazy ministrations to wrap her legs around my upper back, and I could hear her breathing get even more ragged the more my finger "accidentally" got near her clit. That meant she was ready for some more serious attention.

I pulled her lips apart with both hands and drove my tongue as far into her pussy as I could, the byproduct of which was that my nose got up close and personal with her clit. I was moving my face from side, trying to hit different angles inside her pussy, and thus, I was brushing my nose repeatedly across her clit. I curled my tongue inside her, trying to draw out her juices and get a taste.

"You were right," I said, briefly pulling back to meet her gaze. Her eyes looked glazed over, like I was injecting crack or high-proof alcohol into her with my tongue. "You do taste good."

I didn't wait for a reaction or a response - I just thrust my tongue back inside her. I was vaguely aware of her repeatedly gasping, and I felt her legs tighten around my back. 

I could tell she was getting close again, so I decided it was time to push her over the edge. Normally, I might tease and hold her right on the edge for 10 or 15 minutes before I let her go, but this was an easy-going, fun experience. No need to tease her.

Two fingers replaced my tongue in her pussy, and my next move was supposed to be sucking her clit into my mouth and looking up at her as she came all over my face. I got sidetracked, though, by her inner thigh. You know the spot I'm talking about - the juncture between the leg and the pelvis, that area that hardly ever gets any attention when a man goes down on a woman. Suddenly, I got the urge to bite Becky right there. 

So I did. The effect was akin to a bull rider just as the chutes open, with the bull going from 0 to 60 faster than a human being can even think of shitting his pants. Except, instead of digging my spurs into the side of the bull, this was more like jamming a branding iron up his ass.

She bucked, and bounced, and tossed and turned, and basically did everything in her power to tell this side of the campground area just exactly what she thought of the quiet zone. I could almost hear 10 people waking up in the surrounding camp spots, but I wasn't all that worried. I was more concerned with breathing and not getting my nose broke while still plunging my fingers in and out of her pussy, which was suddenly running like a faucet. She didn't squirt, but she did everything but.

It took her a minute to calm down, and I rested my head on her left thigh while she came back down to earth. If she had any idea that she might have drawn the attention of whatever passed for campsite security out here, she didn't mention it. Eventually, her legs loosened their grip on my back, and her whole body relaxed. The only movement she made was to gently run her fingers through my hair, and even then, they mainly just sat on my head. 

"There might be some cougars a few miles away looking for you, dear," I said when the silence had gone on long enough. Her first response was a laugh, but even then it was a weak one.

"I was loud, I know," she said, and I fought off the urge to tell her that saying that was loud was like saying the Constitution was mildly important. "If you haven't figured it out yet, I like being bitten."

"Yeah, the thought had occurred to me," I said, and I inadvertently laughed into her pussy, which made her stiffen up. "So, I'm going to guess you liked that okay, huh?"

She laughed again. "Just a little bit, yeah." The words were coming from her mouth, but I still had my head on her leg and was staring at her pussy. There were juices still dripping from her pussy, and I badly wanted to lick them up. A few seconds later, she gave me an opening.

"You know, I'll be honest," she said. "I was just about to have to say something to you, because you were all over the place to begin with." She'd confirmed my suspicions, and I smiled. So easy to underestimate those that appear clueless at the beginning. "You were damn near at my ass, and then you were at my belly button, and I was starting to wonder if you actually knew what you were doing, and-"

Yeah, that was enough of that. Her pussy was still sopping wet, which made it easy to slide those same two fingers back up into her pussy. At the same exact time, I bent down and sucked her clit firmly into my mouth, and rapidly flicked my tongue across it. My fingers were pumping in and out of her as fast as my cock was before, and though I'm not entirely sure if she ever completely finished the previous orgasm, she rolled right into the next one.

I could feel her grip tighten in my hair, and now she dug her heels into my sides. The bucking was much less violent this time. Now, all I had to do to hang on was gently squeeze her hip with my left hand - the one that wasn't getting soaked inside her and just wait her out.

Her body was undulating now, as if we were doing this whole thing on a waterbed instead of the floor in a tent. It was like a constant wave was rocking her - it started from her head, rolled through her breasts and her stomach, passed through her pussy and on down her legs, then repeated the cycle.

A few minutes had passed when she blurted out, "You bastard!" She was laughing, but still, I had a feeling she meant it at least a little bit. "I'm so sensitive right now."

"Yeah, but you still came, and pretty hard, so you couldn't have been that sensitive."

"What was that for, anyway?"

"What? I need a reason to give you a mind-blowing orgasm?"

"Two in the span of three minutes? Yes."

"Not really," I said. "But, if you really need a reason.. you were wondering out loud if I actually knew what I was doing. I needed to make sure you were a believer."

"Oh, trust me, hon," she said, smartly pulling me up to lay next to her so I couldn't try it again. "I was convinced after the first one. You just weren't acting like you'd ever done it before."

"And now?" My right hand was still down near her crotch, and though I did pretend like I was going to move it over her pussy once or twice, I simply massaged her thighs.

"And now I think I need to form a fan club. Because I can't possibly be the only woman you've ever done that to."

"No," I agreed. "You might be the first woman that sounded a mating call to all wildlife within a 20-mile radius, though."

Instead of taking it personally - and I knew a few women that would have - she simply grinned. "Hey, I don't do that all the time. Take it as a compliment."

"I do, I do," I said. She reached between her legs, grabbed my hand and gingerly pulled it up her body. She even dragged my fingers over both nipples before they got where she wanted them to go - her mouth.

She gently sucked each finger into her mouth, savoring each as if it had a different taste. With my index finger, she ran her tongue around the tip and then slid it in and out of her mouth a few times before letting it go. The hand simply fell back onto her breasts.

"What about you?" she asked.

"Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not a good woman," I said, as if that was a response.

"What?"

"You may be the first woman who's ever actually asked about my orgasm."

"You may be the first man who's ever gotten me off before I've gotten him off."

"What kind of men do you women fuck out here in Oklahoma? A girl I was chatting with last night told me her husband never goes down on her, either."

She just shrugged her shoulders. I guess for Becky, and most women, it was a foregone conclusion that 90% of men were going to cum and not care if she did or not.

"You telling me Paul can't lay the pipe, either?"

Her eyes lit up again, just from the mention of his name. She definitely had it in for him.

"Oh, no, he can," she said. "Though, I will admit, he doesn't have the greatest staying power. We fuck for five minutes, that's generally enough for him to cum. But he never lets me go to bed unhappy. He may cum first, but he always makes sure I cum the most and last."

I smiled. Good to know there were at least a couple other like minds out there. Paul and Perry, and me.. at least three out of three billion men worldwide.

"You never answered my question, though," she said.

"I'm fine, dear," I said. "I came right before I found you, and I had a psuedo-threesome in the parking lot after the show, too."

"Oh, hell, no," she said. "I know you think it's noble that you're more concerned about me enjoying myself, but I'm the same way. If you couldn't make me cum, then fine. But you did, multiple times. You're not leaving this tent until you get back on the scoreboard, too."

"Well, as you wish," I said. She reached down and captured my cock in her right hand. It'd been hard since I went down on her, never softening up even a little bit. Not even when she screamed bloody murder a few minutes before. "But I have to warn you - it will take me a little while longer to cum. You might very well get off a couple more times before this is all over with."

"Promises, promises," she said, and rolled over onto her hands and knees, thrusting her ass up at me enticingly. "Get back to work."

I finally shot my third load of the evening about 30 minutes later, spraying a pretty modest amount of cum all over her chest, which by now was flushed as deeply as her hair. I was okay with cumming on her ass or her stomach - I wasn't going to cum inside her without a condom on - but she said she had this thing for seeing cum on her chest. Something about the way it looked as she was rubbing it into the freckles spread generously across her chest. This woman was definitely a keeper, I thought to myself. Sexy as all hell, and just as freaky, too. I'd definitely have to drop a few hints with Paul in the morning.

True to my word, though, she'd cum twice more before I did. One had come from the doggy-style she'd instigated, while I was pulling her hair and laying some pretty vicious backhands down on her ass, quiet zone rules be damned. The other was when I'd exploited her weakness again and bit down gently on her right Achilles tendon while I had her legs up in the air and she was lying on her back. That was as close I could get to cumming with her - I pulled out and exploded all over her tits while she was on the back end of her final orgasm.

I was all ready to go for her sixth - there was no way in hell I'd be cumming again that night - but she waved me off, looking genuinely ready to pass out. She lazily rubbed my cum into her chest as she looked at my face, and I had to admit - it was quite the visual.

When she was finished, we kissed pretty deeply for a few moments, then she settled into her sleeping bag, her head on my shoulder. She was apparently okay with me sleeping right there next to her, but I didn't want to cause a scene when Paul got back to camp. I mentioned something about that to her, but her only response was an inaudible mumble. A minute later, she was out.

I waited roughly 10 minutes, then slowly detached myself from her and slid out of the sleeping bag. I pulled my pants on, zipped up her sleeping bag with her bra, thong and shorts inside, and quickly made my exit.

If anyone had woken up and come around to see what was going on when Becky screamed, they were gone now. Likewise, no one had come back to our campsite yet, and no one was in my tent when I crawled into my sleeping bag.

It didn't take long for me to drift off to sleep. Despite my recent experience, though, Becky wasn't on my mind. Sure, she was the most beautiful girl I'd been with since reaching Tulsa, so her face was etched into my conscience as I dozed off. But the girl in my mind wasn't Becky.

It was Kelly.



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 04



 Note: This is the fourth chapter in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-3, this section won't make any sense. Thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to LilTexasSexFiend for helping me clean it up. 

Day 3 June 14 Tulsa, OK

You never know what your first thought will be on any given day. 

Like yesterday, my first thought was: How exactly can I blow up the sun and stop it from blinding my ass while not simultaneously destroying life as we know it?

The day before that, it wasn't so much a coherent thought as it was a single word: Bluuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh.

Other times, I woke up wishing I didn't have to go to work that day, wishing that I hadn't drank so much the day before, or wishing that the acronym "PT" in the Marine Corps stood for Party Time. Platoon Transfer. Even Piss Test, since I'd never done drugs. Anything besides what it actually stood for: Physical Training, which usually meant six or seven miles of running and a few thousands pushups at O'dark 30 in the morning.

There were many times the first thought was, "What do I do with this erection?" Unfortunately, there were a lot fewer times that the answer to that question was laying in bed next to me instead of attached to my body just below the wrist.

This morning, though? I could safely say this was the first time ever my first waking thought was Steven Tyler.

You know who I'm talking about. The lead singer for Aerosmith, the guy who looks like he's 70 years old but can still figure out how to turn a random song lyric into an invitation for an orgy. The man behind one of life's great paradoxical questions: How can a man so ugly be the biological father of a woman so damn hot?

But, thankfully, I wasn't thinking about his face. Not so thankfully, I wasn't even thinking about his daughter, Liv Tyler. I was thinking about his voice, as the song "Pink" ran through my head just as if a stereo was behind me playing the CD.

It was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes - pink. And instead of thinking about the color, or about any of the many things in life that happen to be that color, my first thought was, in the vein of Aerosmith, "Pink - it was love at first sight." 

After I'd sung through the chorus once in my mind - not the easiest thing to do at.. whatever time it was - I realized it was a pink sleeping bag. I knew the sleeping bag I was in was black and blue. Was Becky's sleeping bag pink? Oh, fuck. Had she--?

No. The hair peeking out of the sleeping bag was blonde. I sighed in relief, but then, the obvious question swam to the surface - who the fuck was this?

I felt a tap on my shoulder from behind me, and immediately turned over to see Zia grinning at me. She was in her own sleeping bag, this one purple, and it was zipped up to her neck. I could tell she was topless though, because there was nothing on her arm or shoulders - no sleeves or straps, and if there was such a thing as a strapless nightie, I'd never seen one. Unless she was wearing sexy lingerie under there, which would be an odd thing to bring camping.

"Good morning," I said, wanting very much to ask what was going on. I could see the tent divider zipped up behind her, and could pretty much guess that the other half of the tent, the one closest to the door, was empty.

"Surprise," she said tentatively, not totally sure how I was going to take it.

"A very nice one," I said. "I'm going to guess that's Belinda behind me?"

She nodded.

"Very nice, again," I said. A thought popped into my head, and I wanted to dismiss it immediately, but for some reason I couldn't. "Umm, Zia?"

"Yeah?"

"The three of us didn't..." I didn't finish, but I didn't have to.

"No," she said, slapping me on the shoulder. "And you'd better fucking remember it if we did."

I laughed softly. As far as I knew, Belinda was still asleep.

"Now, the two of us, on the other hand," she said, still grinning. "Different story."

"Really?" I said, not quite gathering her meaning. Had she and I done something without Belinda?

"Yeah, but not over here," she said. "We did it on our side of the tent. Then we moved over here."

Ah, I thought to myself. Hopefully the look on my face didn't give me away.

"Why are you over here anyway?" I asked.

"We were both drunk coming back from the party," she said. "And yes, Belinda told me all about what happened yesterday morning. I dared her to sleep next to you, and she told me she would if I did. But hands were roaming on the way back, and we couldn't stop ourselves. When we finished up, we pulled our sleeping bags over here."

"Damn," I said.

"What?"

"Trying to figure out what would be a suitable punishment for myself for sleeping through two hot women having sex with each other three feet away from me."

She laughed now, and I put a hand over her mouth to quiet her down so Belinda could sleep.

"Well, whatever you come up with, don't be too hard on yourself," she said. "You may have missed the first performance, but there might be a re-run on tonight."

Now it was my turn to smile. So I was looking forward to tonight, but that left 12 or so hours between now and then, and I wasn't keen on waiting.

"Zia, dear. Why are you not wearing any clothes?"

I was guessing about her being naked below the waist, but the look on her face told me I was right. She immediately pulled her free arm back in, but I was already working on the zipper to her sleeping bag. With her hands in, she couldn't stop me.

"Brad, don't!" she said.

"Oh, why not?"

"I told you yesterday," she said. "I'm not into guys."

"And I think we both know that's not true," I said. "After all, there are two people in this tent with you. You're sleeping closer to the one with a dick than the one without."

"We wanted to give you a treat when you woke up, to have a woman on either side of you."

"Oh," I said, as if that made sense. It did, actually. But it didn't explain something else. "So, then, why are you blushing like you've been caught red-handed?"

Now, she had no response. I stopped working on the zipper for a second, but I knew what I needed to do to push this further.

"Let me guess," I started. "Belinda told you about my cock. About how big it is, about how nice it looked, how she came all over herself when I moved it so close to her face that she could almost stick her tongue out and lick the head. Didn't she?"

I didn't get a response, but just like before, I didn't need one. Zia's eyes were half-closed now. I'd slid up close to her now, and I was now whispering in her ear.

"You want to see it, don't you? You want to see if it's as big as she said it was. You want to touch it, and see if it feels better than those dildos you're used to."

She didn't respond, and I was too busy admiring the way her neck and upper chest were flushing to look at her face.

"Don't you?"

She didn't really agree, or disagree. Actually, I'm not sure what language her response was in. It wasn't quite a moan, or a groan, or even humming. Whatever it was, though, it was a noise that let me know she liked what she was hearing.

I noticed her shoulder was flexing, and I could only guess what she was doing underneath the purple fabric. I returned my hands to the zipper of the sleeping bag. If she noticed, she didn't stop me.

The first things that popped into view, obviously, were her breasts. They were not as firm as Becky's, which struck me as a bit odd, since I figured Becky was at least a couple years older than Zia. Still, they were either a C- or D-cup, with large areola surrounding two very hard nipples. As I moved the zipper lower, I could see that she had a little bit of meat on her bones. Nowhere near fat, but no one would be asking her to model anytime soon. At least, not the Victoria's Secret-type modeling. 

Still, I found thicker women just as attractive as I did smaller girls, and found myself incredibly turned on by what I saw. I still had my boxers on, but I could feel my dick poking through the opening in front and rubbing against the inside of my sleeping bag.

Zia must have noticed the cold air on her body, because her eyes snapped open and looked down at my hand on the zipper. I stopped for the moment to see how she would react, but her smile told me all I needed to know.

"I'm cold, Brad," she said, and I grinned as I slid my sleeping bag closer to her, so close that her nipples were touching my bag. I moved my hand to my own zipper, and as I pulled it down to open my sleeping bag, the back of my hand brushed against her nipples. She bristled noticeably.

"Ah, you like that, huh?" I asked, asking perhaps one of the most rhetorical questions of all time. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as I pulled up even closer, so my bare chest was now pressed directly against hers. I unzipped my sleeping bag the rest of the way and draped the open side of mine over hers. Once I finished unzipping her sleeping bag, our bodies were in full contact, with the sleeping bags forming a makeshift blanket over us. My boxers provided the only boundary between us, and I was sure she could feel my cock pressing up against her.

I was looking at her face as I placed my right hand on her left hip, just north of where all the action was happening. She opened her eyes again and shot me a curious glance. I couldn't be sure, but she seemed to be asking me just how far I was willing to take this. 

In response, my hand caressed her hip for a few seconds, then slipped down to cover her own hand, which was feverishly working in between her legs. She stopped what she was doing and locked her gaze onto me, internally deciding if she wanted to keep going, now that I had answered her unspoken question.

After a few seconds, she slowly moved her own hand out from under mine, sliding it up her stomach and cupping her left breast. That left only my hand on her naked pussy, and I could feel the sticky heat emanating from her almost immediately.

I had a few smartass comments in my mind, but I bit them all back. She probably was closer to a lesbian than I wanted to admit, so this constituted a pretty big leap of faith for her. She could probably do without my sarcasm right now.

I began by slowly massaging the area with two fingers, using them to squeeze her pussy lips together then slowly pull them apart. I let my middle finger rest right on her slit, without dipping it in or rubbing any part of her with it. My thumb sat about an inch above her clit.

I thought about licking my fingers first, but there was really no point in that. She was dripping, undoubtedly leaving a nice stain inside her sleeping bag, and her own lubrication would be more than enough for me to slid my middle finger in.

It was, but she clearly wasn't ready for it to go all the way in just one quick thrust. She inhaled sharply as my finger sank in as far as it would go in my current position, and she looked at me tentatively, not sure if she really wanted me to continue. I gave her my best smile, which she tried to return, and began slowly wiggling my finger around inside her.

Just like it had every other time I'd fingered a girl, my finger felt like it was in a furnace. Her juices were incredibly hot and incredibly plentiful, and I could feel some sliding down my finger and onto my palm, and even a little bit made it onto my wrist and began running down my arm. 

After she had a few moments to adjust, I started pumping my fingers in and out. I went slowly at first, but as her face heated up, I picked up the pace. Her left arm, the one that had been working her pussy a few moments before, reached in between our bodies and gripped my cock. She started jerking me off slowly, but her motions were pretty erratic. I had no way of knowing if that was because of her inexperience with dick, or because I was being far too effective with my hand for her hand to do anything smoothly. 

Either way, it didn't matter; this wasn't about me. My mind thought back to what Zia had said a few seconds before, about the re-run later tonight, and I also remembered what she'd said yesterday, about having a chance to change her mind. I knew I would get mine, and I figured the girl slumbering behind me would probably have something to do with it, too. For now, it was all about making Zia cum while staring into a man's face.

I have no idea how long it took, or when it started. All I know is that all the sudden, Zia was cumming. She buried her face in my shoulder and let out a scream that I'm sure anyone around could hear despite the fact that my arm mostly muffled it. Her entire body tensed up like she was being electrocuted, which included her hand gripping my cock like it was the only thing stopping her from sinking to the bottom of the ocean. And finally, my hand suddenly got soaked. Not wet, mind you. Not even slippery. Someone could have poured a bucket of water onto my right arm, and it wouldn't have been any slicker than it was right then. 

There was no buildup to this. All three - the scream, the tensing, and the flooding - happened simultaneously. 

It stopped after a few seconds; maybe 20 or so, definitely no longer than half a minute. She stayed there with her head on my shoulder, not saying anything for the moment, and that was perfectly okay with me. She finally let my cock go, and rested her hand on my right hip instead.

A few minutes passed. "You okay?" I asked.

"What do you think?" she replied. She didn't look up at me, so I couldn't see the smile I knew was there.

"I'm not sure what to think," I said. "I've never seen a woman cum that quickly from getting fingered."

She chuckled. "Well, it's not that often I have something inside me."

"Belinda doesn't use anything?"

"Brad," Zia said. "When I said first performance a while ago, I didn't mean of the day."

"Oh," I said, smartly. Damn me and my need to sleep. "I just figured she was your girlfriend."

"She is, but shame on you," she said, grinning now. "Do YOU always sleep with girlfriends on the first date?"

I didn't do girlfriends. But did I put out on the first date? Dumb question.

"Okay, okay," I said. "You don't have vibrators? Dildos? Whatever else you might use to get yourself off?"

"I do, but I don't use them by myself much," she said. "When it's just me, it's usually just my fingers. And I can't get them in as deep as you just did."

"That's what happens when you use an arm that's not attached to your shoulder."

She smiled. Her eyes closed, and her face suddenly relaxed. Her breathing slowed considerably as I watched.

"I thought guys were the ones who fell asleep after cumming," I said.

"We'll find out later," she replied. A few seconds later, she was out.

I slowly rolled over, making sure she stayed covered by her own sleeping bag as I went. I'd felt something rustle behind me while Zia and I were talking, and wanted to see how much Belinda had caught.

"You're not asleep," I said. It wasn't a question.

"Zia's not usually that loud," was the reply. She was facing away from me, in pretty much the same position she'd been in before I turned over. 

"Yeah, about that. Have fun with her when you start using toys."

"I heard," she said. "Your talk after wasn't that quiet, either."

I nodded, though I'm not sure who was going to see that and take it as my response. I really had no idea what to think about Belinda. This time yesterday, she'd been staring at my cock as if it held some sort of answer to the world's energy crisis. Now I find she has a girlfriend. Hmm.

With that in mind, I have no idea what came over me, but I spooned Belinda, with our sleeping bags between us. I wrapped my right arm behind her head, to where my hand flopped down in front of her face.

"Smell anything familiar?"

Belinda said nothing, but I could hear her sniffing.

"I do," she said.

"I was tempted to lick them clean myself," I said. "But I think maybe you'd like to instead."

She didn't say anything, but I quickly felt something warm and wet on my index finger. Sure enough, Belinda's tongue snaked all over my fingers, audibly slurping up everything she could. She took her time with it, too, carefully sucking in each finger to make sure she got it all. Then she started licking my palm. 

"You know, I _was_ going to wash my hands later, I promise," I said. 

I heard her chuckle, but her real response came when she sucked my middle finger into her mouth, but this time, it wasn't to get the juices. I only figured that part out when she slid it out of her mouth, only to quickly suck it back between her lips. Basically, she was simulating a sloppy blowjob on my middle finger.

Either Belinda was a switch-hitter, or she was one hell of a cocktease. And with women, it wasn't necessarily a safe bet to assume either.

She spent a few more minutes cleaning her plate, then she slipped her hand into mine, holding it in front of her face. Neither she nor I said anything for a long while, and while I had initially planned on offering her what Zia had just received, I heard her breathing get heavier a few minutes later. She was falling sleep as well, and I realized it probably wasn't any later than 7 a.m. I could have used a bit more sleep myself, too, so I decided to save my plans for later. A minute later, I was out.

******

"I think I'm a little jealous," I heard Kelly's voice say about five hours later. Immediately, I got anxious. I also remembered exactly why relationships and I mix about as well as Republicans and common sense.

I'd only been awake for an hour. After my early-morning festivities with the girls in the tent, we'd all gone back to sleep, and when I woke up a few hours later, they were both gone. They'd both left me a present though - wrapped up inside my sleeping bag with me were two pairs of panties. One was a blue thong, and the other was a white lacy number. I didn't know which belonged to which girl, but a quick sniff revealed that both had been worn recently. I'd have been willing to bet they were the panties they'd been wearing on their way back to the tent, just before their little rendezvous on the other side of the divider.

When I got out of the tent, I realized that almost everyone was gone. I heard some snoring from the other tent, but when I checked, it was just Bobby. No sign of J.T., Paul or any of the girls.

I made my way to the showers and rinsed off quickly. I'd had sex or something like it three times since my last shower, and I could tell. I figured the only reason I'd gotten laid last night and messed around this morning is because we were all in the same place - we all smelled the same out here. Showering once every three times you had sex in the real world was a quick way to never have sex again. Then you'd never shower and - bleh.

On the way back, I decided to give Kelly a call and fill in her on the evening I'd had with Becky while I took the leisurely way back to the tent. She had worked from 6 a.m. to 11 a.m. and was off until that night around 9 p.m., so I went into great detail with her. I told her all about it - how I made Becky cum five times, how I fucked her for well over an hour straight, how I finally came on her chest and how she rubbed it in so sexily that it almost made me get hard again. She was worked up pretty quickly and got off in no time, which was why it surprised me when she told me she was jealous.

I mean, this was all her idea, damnit - at least the telling her all the details part. I'd planned on getting laid as much as humanly possible long before she ever entered the picture. I would have been more than happy to be like the Army and institute a 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' policy with Kelly, where I did whatever I wanted, she knew it was probably happening but didn't care to know the specifics, and I just went about my business.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 04



And no, I had no intentions of doing anything that's actually covered under the real-life DADT policy.

"Um," I started, again winning the Whiz Kid of the Year award. "I think--" I started, but she cut me off.

"Five times?" she said. "Five orgasms? I've never had more than two at one time. I don't just think I'm jealous. I'm definitely jealous."

She might have been able to hear my sigh of relief from six states away.

"What?" she said when I didn't immediately say anything. "What did you think I was talking about?"

"You know damn well what I was thinking. You probably set it up that way, knowing I'd freak for a second before you let me off the hook."

"Me? I wouldn't do that," she said, using that sing-song again, the tone that let me know that not only would she do it, but she just did. "Besides, you need to get it through your head that I'm not kidding here. I'm really enjoying all of this."

"I know you are," I said. "But, it's just strange."

"There's nothing strange about it, Brad," she said. "I like you, but I don't want to deprive you of something you've been working toward for a long time. I'm patient. And besides, it's not like this is all bad for me. You know how to get me off with just your voice, and all kidding aside, you have some experiences that just blow my mind. When you get here, and if we get together and things start going well, am I going to want you messing around with every girl you meet? Probably not. But we're not even on the same continent as that bridge yet, so I'm not going to worry about it. For now, you're two weeks from home, and I love hearing about everything you're doing in the meantime."

I should have been speechless, but the right words just kinda rolled off my tongue. I didn't even have to give them permission.

"That's good enough for me," I said. "I won't worry about it again."

"Good," she said. "Now. You have to tell me something about yourself."

She was right. I'd said I would go first.

"You have any questions you want me to answer?"

"No," she said. Before I could fill in the blanks, she reversed herself. "Actually, yes. But this doesn't count for your thing, because it's not about you. I was telling a friend of mine about this guy I'd met, who was coming home from San Antonio after being in the Marines for five years. He said there were no Marine camps in San Antonio. So why were you there?"

"Intelligence," I said.

"To get some?" she said, laughing.

"Not quite," I joked back. "No place in the world that can crack through this skull. I worked in intelligence in the Marines, and I was one of maybe 80 guys attached to the Air Intelligence Agency at Lackland Air Force Base. There weren't many of us around, but it was good times."

"What did you do there?"

"Well, I could tell you, but..."

"Let me guess. You'd have to kill me?"

"Well, technically, the government would prefer it that way, yes. But I was thinking more along the lines of.. I could tell you, but it would put you right back to sleep. Everyone thinks intelligence is James Bond and fast cars and undercover spy shit. It's actually quite boring."

She laughed.

"Ok. So?"

"So? What? I don't know."

"This was your idea, and you don't know what to say?" Kelly asked.

"No, I don't," I replied. "You're right. You should start instead."

"Oh, no. You said you'd start."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I said. "You got nothing."

"I have another day to come up with it," she said. "You don't."

"Help me out here," I said. "I'll do the same for you tomorrow. Ask me something."

"Hmmmm," she said, and something in the back of my mind decided it would be a good idea to imagine how she would sound if she did that with my cock in her mouth. "Ok. I went to watch my friend's band play yesterday at a bar, and I remember wondering if you play anything. So, we'll start there."

"Shit, I wish I'd remembered that," I said. 

"What?"

"I can play the piano," I said. "Chicks eat that shit up. I can play some sappy melody, and it works the same as alcohol. Gets you all lubed up and ready to hop into bed."

"Who says I would need lubing up?" she asked, and I had no good response. "I don't think me getting wet will be a problem when we meet."

"Okay, then," I said. "I'll play it for the other women I might want to get with besides you."

"Yeah, you might need to do that," she said. "Most women aren't as dumb as I am."

"Ouch," I said. "That hurts."

"Well, I'm sure I'll be saying that plenty until I get used to you," she said. "You can say it now."

We kept talking for another half hour, rambling on and on about nothing and everything. The piano led her to talking about church, which led me to talking about priests, which got us on pedophilia. 

Ok. Not really. Or maybe. I don't really remember. I do remember that when I hung up the phone, after she told me she'd call me after her second shift was over, I thought midnight couldn't get here soon enough.

******

Paul pulled me aside around 5 or 6 p.m., after I'd spent the afternoon hanging out with some college kids who were already loaded and had probably been that way since sometime on Thursday afternoon. One of the girls, who wasn't particularly shy, had yelled at me as I was walking around that she thought I was cute and that I should come over there. 

I didn't return the sentiment, but there was no harm in being nice. As I'd later find out anyway, she was dating one of the bigger, beefier guys in the group. So it was probably good that I didn't find her cute, and even better that I kept that feeling to myself. Besides, they had free beer, and I wasn't arguing with that.

I ran into Paul and the others shortly thereafter, during a break between shows. I saw Zia and Belinda first, walking around holding hands and probably making every man in the zip code wish he'd been born on the other side of the gender equation. The guys weren't far behind, and Becky was with them.

"We need to talk," he said, and I flashed a glance at Becky as he and I walked away. Her face was more of a bemused smirk than anything else, but I didn't know how to read it.

"What's on your mind?" I replied. I wasn't going to keep it from him, but I wanted to know how much he knew first.

"Not much, really," he said, confusing me. "Becky just told me we needed to talk."

Ah. So she was going to let me tell him. Well, I guess that made sense. I was leaving town the next day, and she wasn't.

"She and I slept together last night," I said, figuring it would be best to get it out there. His reaction surprised me - he smiled.

"Yeah, I know," he said. "She told me."

"And you're not mad, right?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," he said. "Not sure I should be, but I can't say I'm totally good with it, either."

Not what I was expecting, to be honest. I figured he'd do one of two things - laugh or take a swing at me. I was prepared to join him on the one and dodge the other, but I wasn't prepared for hesitation.

"Why?" he asked when the silence had gone on long enough.

"Thought it'd be good to know whether I needed to stand out of reach of your wingspan or not," I said, which made him laugh.

"Oh, no," Paul said. "Nothing like that."

"Good," I said, and smiled as I clapped him on the shoulder. "Listen-"

Paul didn't let me finish before hitting me with something totally from left field.

"Was she good?" he asked. I blinked a couple times at him, to see if he was joking or not. Becky said they'd slept together, yet he was asking me if she was good?

"Amazing," I replied, figuring it might be best to simply leave it at that.

"I thought so," he said. Neither of us said anything for a minute, so Paul thought that was it.

"Should we get back?" he asked.

"Not yet," I said. "Why are you upset?"

"I'm not," he said. "I just told you."

"You just told me you didn't know either way, Paul. You're not supposed to be upset, because you aren't tied to each other. But you're certainly not happy. Tell me why."

It got silent right then, and it quickly crossed the line over to uncomfortable. As tempted as I might have been, I didn't break the stalemate. Finally, after what seemed like five or six minutes but was probably only one, he did.

"I don't think men are supposed to talk about things like this," he said, making sure he laughed generously along the way. He was kidding and stalling.

"Fucking men," I replied.

"I'm really into her, Brad," he said, refusing to make eye contact with me.

"Have you told her that?" I asked.

"I didn't think I needed to," he replied. "We go everywhere together, do everything together. The only things we don't do as a pair are work and shower, and I'm working on the second one."

"Good man," I said, and we bumped fists. That's the way it is with men. A nuclear bomb could have just exploded. A well-armed terrorist army could be marching up the driveway. George W. Bush could be elected to a third term. No matter how bad things get, if men discuss sexual exploits with each other, fists will be bumped. This is as sure a thing as death and taxes.

"Listen," I continued. "Women aren't always as smart as we give them credit for. They're still infinitely smarter than we are - just ask them - but sometimes they need to be told. I know for a fact that she has no idea."

"How?"

"Well, last night at the campsite, I found her leaning up against my car depressed. When I asked why, she told me about your Latina hottie for the night. Somewhere along the way, she mentioned that she loved you."

He seemed stunned by that, but not for too long.

"Was that before or after you got her off five times?"

Apparently word got around. I couldn't imagine Becky had included that little nugget in her conversation with Paul.

"Somewhere between orgasms two and three," I said, trying to make a joke to diffuse what I thought could develop into a pretty nasty situation if I wasn't careful. "Honestly, man, it was before."

"And you still slept with her."

"You were somewhere else fucking someone else, Paul," I said. "There were only two possibilities for me, as drunk as I may have been last night. Either you're not into Becky, in which case, you could probably give a damn who she sleeps with. Or you are, but you're with someone else, so you can't be all that upset if she is, too. Figured I was on safe ground either way."

"Well, I guess when you put it that way..."

"Why were you doing that, anyway? If you feel that way about Becky, why weren't you with her?"

"Dude, we've been sleeping together for two years, and I've never gotten any hint that she wanted anything more than that. I've dropped a hint of my own here and there, but got nothing back. I'd pretty much given up on us ever doing anything more than sleeping together. If I'd known any of this..."

"You wouldn't have been with Miss Mexico last night?"

"Man, I called her Becky," he said, and I spit the water I was drinking all over myself and him. "The music from the next site over was loud enough that I don't think she heard me, but still."

"You guys need to work on your friggin' communication skills," I said, and he smiled. "I'll say this, though. Somewhere between orgasms... she did mention that you knew what you were doing between the sheets. So you have that going for you."

"I know she doesn't think I last long enough," he said. "But I make up for it in other ways."

"Practice, my brotha," I said. "Practice, practice, practice."

We chatted for a few more seconds, then we slowly made our way back to the group. Paul kind of hung out in the back while I dove into the crowd.

"So?" Becky saw me coming before I saw her. She was sweating, slightly sunburnt on her cheeks and just a little drunk. She was still gorgeous.

"He didn't punch me, so that's good," I said.

"You're a Marine," she said. "You can take him."

"Yeah," I agreed. "But all my stuff is in his tent."

We both laughed, but she was still waiting for a real answer, and I knew it.

"You've never told him how you feel, have you?"

She stared at me for a few seconds. "No," she said finally. "I just thought it was pretty obvious."

"Yeah, so did he, apparently."

Her eyes narrowed for a second, then brightened considerably.

"You mean-"

"Yes," I said. "He wasn't really mad about you and I, because he realized he didn't have the right. But he did say if he'd known, last night never would have happened."

"Him sleeping with that other girl?"

"And you sleeping with me, too," I finished. 

"Well, I'm glad _that_ happened."

"Me too," I agreed. "But seriously. If he'd known, Becky.. you guys would still be in that tent right now. He thought you weren't interested."

She looked down at the ground for a minute, and I imagined she was probably thinking about the time she and Paul had lost simply by making assumptions and not talking. I pulled her chin up to look at me.

"If you look behind me, he should be back there," I said. "Go. Go now."

She gave me a look that said so many things, but it only stuck for a second. Then she was gone, brushing past me. When I turned to look a few seconds later, I saw them heading back to the campsite.

"They're going to miss Montgomery Gentry," J.T. said.

"Something tells me they'll get over it," Belinda said. She winked at me before turning her attention back to the stage.

*******

They were still going at it when we all got back to the campsite around 11 p.m. Despite the quiet rules, we could hear them from a couple rows over.

"Sounds like somebody's making up for lost time," Zia said. "What'd you say to them?"

"Yeah, man," Bobby said. "We've been trying to get them together for years."

"Eh," I said. "I just said what they wouldn't. Nothing more than that."

"Well, I guess they're not coming out," J.T. said, chucking a thumb in the direction of the tent, where Becky was climbing the vocal ladder with her moans. "You guys wanna load up before we go or just get drunk when we get there?"

"I think the getting drunk boat has left the marina, J.T.," I said.

"Good idea. We'll drink now, and we'll drink later," he said. I looked over at the girls to see how they would play it. "Let's go."

"We're not coming with," Zia said, taking Belinda's hand.

"Why not?"

"We.. want to spend a little time together," she said. Everyone knew what that meant.

"Hey, I wanna watch," Bobby said.

"Well, I don't wanna watch," J.T. said. "That's my sister."

"She's still hot," Bobby replied.

"Whatever. We're not staying. Let's head out, Brad."

Now the girls were looking at me, to see if I was going to try to get out of it. Hell yes, I was going to try to get out of it.

"You guys go ahead, man. I gotta get on the road in a few hours, so I'm gonna drink a little more and get some sleep."

"You haven't even hung out one night, man. You're supposed to have fun at these things."

I didn't know how much J.T. and Bobby knew, outside of that first night with Teresa. So, I played it safe.

"Oh.. don't worry," I said. "I've had my share and then some. You guys go ahead. I need sleep."

That was my story, and I was sticking to it. At least until they left the site and went off in search of their version of fun.

"You suck, man," J.T. said. Zia and Belinda were now standing behind me, and I heard Zia whisper, "I bet he does."

"I know, I'm no fun. Just don't wanna die somewhere in Arkansas tomorrow."

"Well, when ya put it that way," J.T. said. He pulled Bobby with him as he left the site. The three of us stood there and watched them go. We stood there a little longer, as though none of us were sure what to do next.

"Oh, fuck!" we heard Becky say. "Yeah. Lick my pussy. Right there!"

"That sounds like a good idea," Belinda said, and we all laughed.

"Yeah, but Brad needs sleep," Zia said, clearly teasing me.

"It sounded like a good excuse at the time," I said, and the other two laughed. When they stopped, it got silent again. "So. Shall we go take Becky's advice?"

The three of us went into the tent quietly. I unzipped the divider so that we had more room to move, and we situated the sleeping bags so they made a makeshift bed for us. I knew if I let it, the silence would get awkward again. This was supposed to be a lot of things, but awkward wasn't one of them.

"Come here," I said to Belinda, patting the spot in front of me on the sleeping bag. She crawled over to me, and I situated her between my legs with her back to me. She was tense as all hell, but I had plans to fix that. I placed my hands on her shoulders, under her hair, and started rubbing gently. She started purring like a cat that had just been fed.

"Oh, my," she said. I assumed another word would be following that, but it caught in her throat. Her neck immediately relaxed, and her head dropped forward as I worked through her shoulder muscles and started in on her neck.

"Is this really going to happen?" That was Zia, and she'd said it so softly that at first, I wasn't entirely sure she'd said anything until I looked at her. She was looking at me expectantly.

"I sure as hell hope so," I said, and she smiled. I crooked a finger at her, beckoning her towards us. As she crawled near, I pulled Belinda's hair gently, forcing her to raise her head up. That opened her neck and throat for Zia, and she grinned before leaning in.

Belinda started moaning in earnest as Zia's tongue manipulated her skin. I had a front-row seat for the show, and I watched as she traced lines over both jaws, gently nibbling on both earlobes before moving south, where she left some tell-tale signs on Belinda's throat. Meanwhile, my hands moved all over her back and shoulders, working out some knots here and there but generally not staying in one place for too long.

It didn't take too long before Zia was working her way farther down and I was helping her take off Belinda's T-shirt. The shyer of the two, Belinda showed no signs of hesitation when I unhooked her bra. She drew a sharp breath shortly thereafter when Zia began licking her nipples and bathing her breasts with her tongue. 

"Do you like that?" I whispered softly into Belinda's right ear. I saw her smile slightly.

"Yessss," she said, drawing out the word like she was in a trance. I guess, in a way, she kind of was. "Do you?"

"I like what it's doing to you," I replied. My hand slipped around Belinda's slender torso and cupped her right breast, so Zia licked my fingers as well as Belinda's nipple. Belinda leaned her head back onto my shoulder, so I dipped my head down to bite her shoulder. Hell, I thought. It worked on Becky, so why not?

A few minutes later, Zia had moved back up and was sharing a feverish French kiss with Belinda, while my hands roamed all over both of them. Zia's breasts were screaming for their release from her bra and blouse, and I was massaging them while the two women made out.

Finally, the kiss broke off, and Zia leaned back to catch her breath. "So," she said. "I thought this was supposed to be hot, sweaty sex."

"Check back with me in a couple hours," I said.

"So what's with all the romance, then?" she said.

"Well, you're the ones making out," I said. "And besides? Who says guys don't do foreplay? I can do sensitive and thoughtful."

"Noted," Belinda said, contributing something to the conversation for the first time since we got into the tent. "I think we can move past that now."

I grinned, then pointed at Zia. "Lose the shirt, hon."

She grinned back, but didn't argue when Belinda and I jointly took her shirt off. Zia reached around and unhooked her bra while Belinda looked up and kissed me on the lips. It was as passionate a kiss as I could share with someone I didn't love or didn't have the deep connection I seemed to have with Becky the night before.

I got so involved in our lips battling that I didn't really think about it when Belinda started squirming and moving around. I just kept fighting her tongue with mine, so I was sufficiently surprised when she bit down on my tongue and squealed.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 04



As soon as I could get myself loose without worrying about Belinda chewing off half my face, I looked and saw that not only had Zia removed Belinda's pants, she'd taken up a position between her legs and started doing just what Becky had asked for earlier.

I moved Belinda to where she was laying down with her back on my lap, giving Zia better access to her pussy. She hadn't bothered to take Belinda's green lace panties off - she simply pulled them to the side. Either way, Belinda was clearly enjoying Zia's tongue action. On my end, I had easy access to Belinda's bare breasts and lazily tweaked her nipples and massaged her tits as I watched Zia work.

"You know I've been wanting to do this since I saw you naked yesterday morning, right?" I said to her, and she beamed back at me.

"Me, too," she said. "Speaking of which..."

She didn't finish with words, but she did with her hands. She started stroking my cock through my jeans. It was already pretty into what was going on, but now that she was involving it directly, it was about ready to go to war with the entire Levi Jeans company.

"Yesterday, I only got to look at it," she said. "Now, I want to play with it. Can I?"

I'm pretty sure she wasn't asking me - if she was, that was a pretty dumb question. But Zia simply looked up and smiled at her, and then sucked her entire clit into her mouth, which caused Belinda to clutch my cock pretty tightly. I gently pushed her hand away and unzipped my jeans, lifting her head up as I pulled them and my boxers off quickly. My cock sprang out to its full length, slapping Belinda on the cheek. 

"I was getting there," Belinda said as she laughed and subtly licked her lips. She gripped my cock with her hand, and after licking around the shaft for a few seconds, slid the first couple of inches into her mouth. I groaned and pinched her nipple harder than I had since we'd started, but she didn't complain. She just sucked harder.

"That looks awesome," Zia said, temporarily pulling away from her girlfriend's sopping pussy to watch her give me head. I hadn't touched Belinda's pussy yet, but judging by Zia's shiny face, it was dripping wet. Zia simply watched for a few moments as Belinda worked my cock in and out of her mouth.

"Speaking of things looking good," I said, "I was a pretty big fan of what you were doing a minute ago." Zia smiled and looked back down at Belinda's pussy. 

"You want to help?"

"In a minute," I agreed. "For now, I want to watch you do it."

So she did. She lazily traced circles around the entire area, making tongue contact with only Belinda's pussy lips and pelvic bone, then slowly made tighter and tighter circles until she was feverishly tonguing her clit. Belinda was moaning all over my cock, and her face was flushing as Zia got her closer to orgasm.

"Do you want to come now?" I asked her.

"I don't... think she's going to give me a choice," she said. As if on cue, Zia shoved two fingers into Belinda while rapidly flicking her tongue over her clit, and I quickly removed my cock from her mouth so she didn't bite down. I leaned down to suck on her nipples as she rolled through the orgasm. She wasn't particularly loud yet, but I figured it was probably the first of many.

Zia didn't let Belinda relax too long. "My turn," she said as she climbed up from between Belinda's legs. Belinda was still laying with her head on my left thigh, with my cock an inch or two from her mouth. She rolled over onto her stomach now and got serious about giving me a blowjob as Zia finished taking off her clothes.

"Wow," I said as Belinda sucked about six inches of me into her mouth. That was probably all she'd be able to get in, but that was still better than a lot of women. "It feels like you've done this before."

"She has," Zia said, lightly stroking Belinda's curvy ass as she watched her go to town on me. "I'm the one who's never been with a guy before. I think I'm her first girlfriend, actually."

"Well, on behalf of the male species, let me plead our case," I said, and Belinda laughed with my dick in her mouth. "I mean, sure, we're all for you guys hooking up, so long as you let one of us watch every now and again. But taking these skills away from us permanently is just cold-hearted."

"So, you're begging, huh?" Zia said, smirking at me as she slowly made her way over to me.

"I will, if that's what it takes," I said, and then groaned for emphasis. "She's really good at this."

"Well," she said. "Let me see what you're willing to do."

"Come here," I said as I lay back on the sleeping bags.

"And do what?" she asked. 

I wasn't sure if she was screwing around or if she really didn't know what I wanted. I cocked my head to the side.

"Like you don't know," I said, and to stop her from getting embarrassed, in case she really didn't know, I pulled her down into a kiss. I wasn't sure if she'd do it or not, because after all, kissing is something that's very intense and very personal. Being willing to have sex with someone is one thing - letting it get to the level of intimacy where kissing comes into play is something else. That's the one thing you don't learn in singles school - friends with benefits is a great arrangement as long as tongues don't touch. I know, it sounds crazy, but there it is.

But Zia didn't seem to mind. She didn't really get too into it, at least, not like Belinda had when she pulled me into the kiss a few minutes ago. But she was responsive, and she seemed to like what I was doing.

"See?" I said. "Not all men are terrible."

"I never said they were," she said. Then she straightened herself up and put one leg one side of my head and the other leg on the other side. Turns out, she did know what I wanted.

"I guess you're gonna want more proof," I said, and without responding, she slowly sank her pussy down onto my face. 

There are a lot of sensations that come with having your face buried in a woman's pussy, and if you're lucky, smell isn't the first one that hits you. Even though we'd all been out in the sun all day, that wasn't going to be a problem here. Sure, I could smell the sweat on her skin - I'm sure Belinda could detect the sweat on mine, too, and I'm guessing Zia noticed it on Belinda. If you're not cool with a little sweat during oral sex, you'd better do one of two things: A) Go down on your partner in the shower or B) Swear off oral sex. There is no third option.

So the sweat was there, but as soon as my tongue touched Zia's pussy lips, I could taste her juices, and that overpowered everything else. Once I started plunging my tongue in and out of her pussy, they were flowing so heavily that that smell overpowered anything else. And it wasn't unpleasant, by any stretch of the imagination.

I wrapped my arms around Zia's waist and did my best to hold her down as I ate her out. I carefully avoided her clit at first, choosing instead to focus on pretty much everything else. I couldn't hold her lips open because my hands were occupied, but I managed to get my tongue pretty deep inside her anyway. Zia had a very distinct taste to her - and no, it didn't taste like strawberries, like it's usually described. It's hard to describe, but I knew I liked it. That meant I had to get as much as of it as possible, and I didn't hear Zia complaining.

Meanwhile, Belinda was now licking my balls while she jerked me off slowly. She really did know what she was doing. She wasn't too rough with my balls, and she kept my dick slick enough that it wouldn't dry up with the friction from her hand. I didn't really want to cum that quickly, and certainly not from a handjob, but I wasn't going to fight it if she could get me there.

I was at least going to be the last to cum, though. I moved my hands up to Zia's tits, and after pushing on them slightly to get her to lean back, I massaged them a bit roughly as I finally moved my tongue onto her clit. I was flicking my tongue as fast as my muscles could possibly move, bound and determined to make Zia come. Even if she decided not to try it with a man again, I was gonna make sure she remembered her one experience.

"Hey, Brad," Belinda said, removing my cock from her mouth for a moment. I couldn't respond, but she didn't need me to. Suddenly, I felt one of her fingers start rubbing around my asshole. I wasn't going to stop her if that's what she wanted, but she made no move to slide it in. Instead, after a few seconds, she just said, "Do it."

I caught the hint, and put my hand out toward Belinda. She quickly sucked my right pinky into her mouth, getting it all wet and slick, as I used my other hand to pull Zia forward on my face. Once Belinda pulled off my finger and went back to my cock, I wasted very little time slipping my pinky into Zia's ass.

She suddenly snapped up as straight as she could in our current situation and let out a high-pitched moan, one that definitely would have been a quiet-zone-violating shout had she let it out. She also flooded my face, as the combination of my tongue going rapid-fire on her clit and my finger wiggling in her ass sent her plummeting off the cliff. She stayed relatively still on my face, squirming a little bit but not enough to make me worry about a broken nose.

After a moment or two, she began to relax, and she slowly sank back down to lay on top of me, sliding down my body as she did. She was built a bit bigger than Belinda, but the weight felt good on my chest. 

Belinda never stopped working on my cock, and I was fairly certain I was going to cum within minutes when she stopped.

"Zia," she said, to which Zia could only mumble in response. "Do you want to fuck him now?"

Despite her orgasm, Zia's eyes widened up at that. I'm not sure why that was a surprise, really - at whatever point she'd decided to include me in this evening's activities, she'd had to have known this was a possibility. Still, she looked a little unsure.

"Belinda, I think it'd be better if you and I did it first," I said, and Zia's eyes locked onto mine. She was a little relieved, but I thought I saw a little bit of disappointment there, too. "I'm definitely down for being Zia's first dick, if she's willing, but I think she needs a little time to recover first. It's not every day a man gives her an orgasm."

She smiled at that, and put her head back on my shoulder.

"That sounds great," Belinda said, still holding my dick. "But I'm gonna make sure I get a good ride first."

"What do you mean?" Zia asked. I knew what she meant, and if I didn't, I could have figured it out when Belinda slid as much of me as she could back into her mouth.

"She's gonna make me cum first," I said. "She's doing such a good job down there that if she tries to fuck me now, I won't last five minutes."

"Mmm hmmm," was Belinda's response, and it came with my cock in her mouth, which certainly didn't slow things down any.

"Ooh," Zia whispered, sliding up close to my ear. "Is my girlfriend gonna make you cum, Brad?"

Zia licked lazily around my ear as she kept up the dirty talk.

"Are you going to cum for us, Brad? Are you gonna get off now so you can do a better job of fucking that little cunt? Huh?"

Her words were getting dirtier, but her actions still felt damn good.

"Maybe if you're a good boy," she said, "and you do a really good job fucking Belinda, I'll let you fuck me later. I know you want to."

I'd just told her as such. I figured this would probably happen at some point, and I was cool with it. I'd guessed that Zia was probably the dominant one in her and Belinda's relationship, and I figured she was probably the more controlling one in bed, and that side was coming out now. I was happy to see it.

"Maybe," she said, her voice getting even softer as she got even closer to me, "I'll let you come in me."

"Belinda, I'm gonna cum," I said. I had no idea what she planned to do at that point, but I don't remember caring much. Within seconds, I was shooting a load of cum into Belinda's mouth. I had wrapped my arms around Zia in the process, and was now holding her tight to me as I came.

"Oooh, yeah, baby," she said to me. "Cum for me. Cum in Belinda's mouth. Let her taste you."

It wasn't a particularly large load, as I hadn't had much time to build it up since we'd started, but it was enough that some of it leaked out of Belinda's mouth and dripped back onto me.

"Jesus, that was good," I said a few seconds later. Zia got off of me and sat up straight.

"One problem with your plan, B," Zia said. She pointed at my dick, which was rapidly deflating.

"Oh, don't worry about that," I said. "Give me five minutes, it'll be good as new."

"And I think we can help him out with that, can't we?" Belinda said, quickly diving on top of her girlfriend. Within seconds, they were in a 69, with Belinda on top of Zia, and needless to say, it didn't take my dick very long to come back to life. 

I never took my eyes off Zia and Belinda, but my hand managed to find my blue jeans anyway. I quickly pulled two condoms out of my wallet, and when my dick was hard, I quietly slid one on.

I didn't want to break their concentration just yet, so I waited. Sure, I was incredibly turned on, and I badly wanted to fuck them both, even though I'd just come a few minutes before. But what they were doing to each other wasn't fast, it wasn't furious, and it wasn't feverish. It was slow, and luxurious, and sensual. They were making love to each other, and they were letting me watch. So that's what I was going to do.

"You ready yet?" Belinda asked, looking up from Zia's pussy and winking at me.

"Dumb question," I said. 

"Okay," she said, but made no effort to move, so I crawled over behind her, straddling Zia's face in the process.

"He's already got the condom on and everything," Zia said. "Which is good, because I was going to ask."

"Don't worry about it. I made a little promise to someone back home that I'd be safe until I got back to her."

"A girlfriend? And she's letting you mess around?"

"She is," I said. "You want to hear about it, or would you rather I fucked _your_ girlfriend?"

Zia took hold of my cock and guided me towards Belinda's pussy. Belinda had gotten up to one knee to give me a little bit better angle, and with Zia pushing me, I sank almost all the way in on the first push.

"My God, that is a big dick," Zia said. Belinda didn't say anything - she simply groaned and collapsed onto Zia's legs. She kept the knee up, but every other part of her was touching Zia. I grasped Belinda's hips and slowly moved in and out of her for a few minutes.

"So fucking good," she said. "I forgot.. this feels so fucking good."

"I'm glad, baby," Zia said underneath both of us. Then, she reached back and smacked me on the ass. I don't know what she was expecting me to do as a response, but I slapped Belinda's ass, and that made her moan. Loudly.

"Ah," Zia said. "She likes that, does she?" Then she spanked me again, and I spanked Belinda, this time on the left cheek. I got a bigger moan.

"I did not know that about you, Belinda," Zia said. "Do you like getting spanked all the time? Or is it just when there's a big cock in your pussy?"

Zia was really surprising me with the dirty talk, but then, most women who were really good at it did. She spanked me again, and I spanked Belinda again. Zia's slaps were getting lighter and lighter on my ass, but I was cranking it up on Belinda.

"Answer her," I said, and pulled Belinda's hair a little bit. She grunted as she was forced to pull her head up.

"I like it... all the time," she managed to get out, and as a reward, I spanked her again, this time without Zia spanking me first. I guessed she was just trying to put the idea in my head.

We kept going like that for 10 more minutes, with Zia talking dirty and me driving into Belinda for all I was worth. Belinda's plan was certainly working - I was nowhere near cumming, but she was.

"Zia," I said. "Whatever you did before to make her cum, do that again."

With that, I stopped kneeling and pulled one of my legs up to where I was half-standing, half-kneeling, which allowed me to ram into Belinda even harder. I felt Zia's tongue on my balls for a second, and then on my dick every time I pulled out. Belinda was shouting out, softly at first but then crescendoing as Zia and I pushed her closer to another orgasm. She stuffed part of a sleeping bag into her mouth when she finally came, and while it didn't muffle it entirely, it kept it quiet enough that no one but Zia and I could hear it. Paul and Becky might have been able to as well, but with what we'd heard from them earlier, that was only fair.

"Was that everything you were hoping for, honey?" Zia asked as Belinda slowly pulled forward, removing my dick from her.

"Oh, hell, yes," she said. "I wasn't expecting anything nearly this good. He had to have fucked me for 30 minutes!"

"Actually, I think it was only 10 or 15," I said. "But you stopped, not me." I pointed down at my crotch. "I'm ready to go again if you wanna hop back on."

"I think it's someone else's turn," Belinda said. Her face had a satisfied look on it, but she still looked very awake. She and I both turned to look at Zia.

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"Oh, like you want me to say no," she said.

"Of course I don't," I said. I moved a little closer to her. "Zia, ever since I saw you yesterday, I've thought about fucking you. But I know this is new for you, and I'm certainly not going to rape you. I'm sure Belinda would be happy to keep going if you're uncomfortable with it."

"I'm not uncomfortable yet," she said, grabbing my dick as she said it. "But judging by the size of this thing, I will be in a minute."

"Good," I said, and she grinned back at me. "Let me just get another condom on."

"Don't worry about it, Brad," Belinda said, still lying in a heap at Zia's feet. "We waited so long to sleep with each other because we wanted to get tested first. We're both clean. It's okay."

"All right," I said. "How do you want to do this? You want to be on top so you can control the pace?"

"No," she said. She was still on her back, but now she pulled her knees up to her chest. "Just be careful."

"I will." I was between her legs in a heartbeat. I'd fucked Belinda for a long while, but I was still nowhere close to cumming, and I wanted to get back inside someone before my dick decided to relax. "You have had something inside you before, right?"

"Yeah," she said. "Vibrators, dildos, a strap-on. I don't have a cherry to break through. But you're going to stretch me."

"Without a doubt," Belinda said. "It's gonna hurt for a little bit."

"I know," she said. Belinda moved over and started making out with Zia, which was probably a good thing. Zia's pulse had quickened considerably since I'd moved in between her legs, and this way, she couldn't watch what was going on.

I rubbed my hand over Belinda's still soaked pussy for some lubrication, which sent a shiver up her spine. I rubbed that hand over my encased dick and slowly, ever so slowly, I slid the first couple of inches inside Zia.

"Relax, baby," Belinda said. "He's not going to hurt you."

"Too late," I heard Zia gasp. I pulled out and slowly pushed back in again, trying to get her comfortable with a little bit of me at a time. I was also rubbing her clit to try and get her juices flowing internally.

It took a few minutes, but Zia finally got to a point where she didn't tense up every time I pushed in. She was still putting a vice-grip hold on my cock, which was forcing me to work extra hard just to get inside her, but I figured that was probably something she couldn't control.

I kept working my cock in and out of it, and after about 20 minutes or so, I was sliding the entire length in and out of her with no problems on my end, and if she was feeling any pain, she didn't say anything. She certainly didn't look like it. Belinda had taken over for me playing with Zia's clit, and she was also giving her breasts a lot of attention. Overall, it looked like Zia was feeling pretty good.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 04



"Do you think you'll be able to come this way?" Belinda had whispered it into Zia's ear, but I still heard it. Zia thought for a second, then slowly nodded. She'd been grunting and babbling pretty consistently ever since she'd gotten use to my dick, but there's a difference between liking the way something feels and being able to get off on it. I'd been with some women who couldn't have an orgasm without penetration, and there had been others who liked fucking, but if I wanted them to get off I had to put pressure on their clit. And, of course, a lot of women can cum from all of the above.

"Let's change it up a little bit," I said, and quickly moved behind her in a spoon position without ever taking my cock all the way out. I lifted her left leg up and started stroking in and out of her that way.

"Ohhhh, you like that, do you?" Belinda said. I had no idea why she said it, and was about to ask until she told me. "You should have seen her eyes jump out of her head when you started up again just now."

"It's a different angle," I said. "Hitting areas I wasn't before."

My words were clipped and controlled because, despite my earlier boasting, I was relatively close to the edge now. I wasn't about to cum before Zia did, but I had to concentrate not to. That was another reason I'd changed positions. Sure, I wanted her to get off, and I thought this position would get her there faster. That would also mean I could cum faster.

Belinda stopped using her fingers on Zia's clit and started licking it, catching my cock with her tongue every few strokes. At the same time, I increased my pace as best I could and started kissing and licking all over her shoulders and neck as I went.

"Oh, shit," Zia said, drawing a deep breath in between those words. "Fuck. I... think--"

She started with the high-pitched humming again, then buried her face in what I guessed was Belinda's leg as she screamed. I was sweating buckets and my hips were starting to get sore, but I didn't care. I even sped up just a little bit more and reached over to cup her left breast as she came, determined to make sure she enjoyed this. Even through the condom, I could feel her get wetter as her juices began flowing.

After a few second she came up for air. "Oh, shit," she said, gasping for breath. "Oh, oh, my, God-"

And then it was back to the humming again. I hadn't slowed down any, and I realized she might be having a second orgasm. I couldn't tell for sure if it was that or just a really long first one.

She shook and spasmed for a few more moments, then came up for air again.

"Brad," she said. "You... have to... stop."

"What?" I'd heard her. I just wanted to prolong it as much as I could.

"Please," she said. "Can't... take. Any more."

"Are you sure?" I looked down, and I could see Belinda half-grinning at me.

"Yes," she said. "Please."

I slowed down and pulled out a couple of seconds after that, still hard as a rock.

"Oh, God," she said. "I'm going to be so, freaking, sore tomorrow."

"But was it worth it?" Belinda asked her.

"Fuck yes, it was worth it," she said, making Belinda and I laugh. Zia might have joined us, but she was still drawing ragged breaths.

"Baby," Belinda said, and I knew she wasn't talking to me. "I know you said you couldn't take anymore, but there's something I really, really want to do."

She moved up closer to Zia's head, and this time, I couldn't hear what was being said. 

"Ooh," Zia said. "That sounds fun. I'll be fine as long as Brad doesn't go too fast."

Without cluing me in, Belinda gently helped Zia lay down on her back and then mounted her as if she was going to fuck Zia herself. They made out slowly for a few minutes, with hands roaming freely and legs randomly locking together and unlocking. Finally, I saw Zia spread her legs as wide as she could, and I saw Belinda arch her back. I had an idea what Belinda wanted.

"Brad?" she said.

"Yes?"

"See anything you like?" With that, she wiggled her ass in the air, and I quickly scooted up behind her and slammed into her from behind. I wasn't planning on taking my time this time around.

"FUCK!" she shouted, immediately dropping her head onto Zia's shoulder. I gripped her hips with my hands and plowed into her like I was running the last leg of a sprint relay. I spanked both ass cheeks equally hard as I continued to fuck her as hard as I possibly could. I'd been holding out long enough, and they'd both cum at least twice, maybe more in Zia's case.

"Brad," Zia said, and it sounded kind of whiny. I'd almost forgotten she was under Belinda. "I'm feeling left out."

Of course she was. Belinda's idea was for me to fuck both of them while they laid on top of each other. As close as I was to cumming, I didn't want to disappoint her. I slid out of Belinda quickly, but took my time re-entering Zia, because I knew she was probably still a little sore. She grunted a little bit as I slid in, but she didn't say anything. If it hurt, she probably wasn't going to tell Belinda that. I did manage to make eye contact with her, though, and she nodded at me and mouthed the word "slow."

So I slowed down, as much as I didn't want to. I saw her eyes roll back in her head a little bit as I drove in as deep as I could, exchanging speed for depth with my strokes. I was only inside her for maybe two minutes when Belinda spoke up.

"My turn again," she said, and just like that, I was back inside her, hammering away like I hadn't had sex in months. She was fucking back at me, moving her hips in time with my strokes. I spent another minute or two inside her, then switched back to Zia. I started to work up a rhythm with them. I'd go hot and heavy with Belinda and work myself up to a few strokes from an orgasm, then I'd pull out and use a few moments inside Zia to calm myself down. The few times I'd tried to speed up inside her she winced in pain, so I made sure it was slow and gentle with her.

After a few minutes, I started alternating partners with each stroke. I'd slide into Belinda, pull out and slip inside Zia, then pull back out and drive back into Belinda, etc. That seemed to drive them both crazy.

Eventually, though, Zia started to dry up a little bit. Belinda was having no such troubles, so her lubrication was keeping Zia somewhat moist, but she wasn't wet on her own anymore. I knew that couldn't be too comfortable for her, so I leaned over both of them and started talking dirty to Belinda.

"You ready to cum again?" I said, just loud enough that both of them could hear it. Her only response was to whimper. I was fucking Zia when I said it, so I pulled out and placed my dick right at the entrance to her pussy, but didn't push forward. When she tried to slide backwards on it, I backed off.

"I asked you something," I said, and spanked her ass to drive my point home. "I know you're close to cumming, but I want to know if you're ready."

"Please, please," she said. I think there were just two pleases, but her words were kind of running together. "Pleasefuckme, pleasefuckme, please."

"Good enough," I said and straightened back up. I was pretty close to cumming myself, so I immediately slammed into her and set a rapid pace. She let loose with one long moan, which got louder every time I stroked into her, kind of like someone turning the volume up and down on a stereo. When I pushed in, she got louder; when I pulled out, she went back to normal. Which was still kind of loud.

Intuition told me she was going to cum any second, so I started concentrating on my own orgasm. I stopped the deep strokes and just fucked her as quickly as I could, with maybe just an inch of my cock pulling out of her with each stroke. Right at the moment where I knew I was going to cum but hadn't actually started yet, I heard her announce it.

"Zia, he's gonna make me cum again!" she shouted, then I felt her cum. I looked down and saw her juices dripping out of her, down her legs and onto Zia's waist. I waited maybe one more second, then I joined her.

"Oh, fuck!" I said, probably a little louder than I should have, and started cumming inside her. I'd never really liked using condoms because they deaden the sensations of sex pretty nicely, but in that moment, I was thankful for whoever had invented them.

"He's cumming inside you, honey," I heard Zia say, but it was somewhere on my periphery. Little lights were flashing in front of me, and there was strong buzzing in my ears. In other words... a really good orgasm. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought it would be polite of me to thank them for letting me share this with them. Subconsciously, I knew part of the reason I'd cum so hard was because I realized the emotional intensity of the situation. I wasn't a part of the emotions, but I could appreciate what was happening.

Eventually, Belinda slid forward off my cock, which was slowly deflating, and collapsed on top of her lover. I rocked back on my heels and then purposely fell over onto my back.

"Wow," Belinda said. "That was..."

"Yes," I agreed. "It certainly was."

"Did you enjoy it?" Belinda said, and I could only assume she was talking to Zia.

"I did," she said. "I was sure I wouldn't cum from the sex, but I didn't expect him to be so good at it." That made me smile. I pulled off the condom, making sure not to spill any of the contents, and set it off to the side in a corner.

"Come to think of it, why did you guys decide to do this, and why me?" I asked. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you. In fact, I've gotta thank you for letting me in on it. But I'm not sure why now and why me."

"Well," Belinda said, but quickly trailed off. So Zia picked it up.

"Like I said before," Zia said, "I've never been into guys. But Belinda is, and she really didn't want to give up actual sex, with a real dick. I told her the only way I was comfortable with her doing that was if I was there."

"When was that?"

"A few days ago," she said. "Anyway, we met you, and we decided you'd be perfect. You're hot, you're not an asshole, and you're also not from here, so if we didn't like it, we wouldn't have to worry about you stalking us."

That got a laugh out of both Belinda and I. "And now?" I asked.

"And now," Zia said, "I kind of wish you were staying."

"Well, thank you," I said, genuinely flattered. Men joke all the time about bringing lesbians back from the so-called dark side, and while something told me Zia would always prefer women more, I was very happy I'd made her first time with a man good enough that she'd be willing to do it again.

"Anyway," she said. "Belinda talked me into letting you fuck me, too. I know she really likes it, and I figured I should at least give it a shot. Originally I was just going to let you fuck her while I watched."

"Well, I really enjoyed having sex with you," I said, rolling over to where I could see both of them. Zia was behind Belinda, with her arm draped across the smaller girl's breasts. Belinda was naked in front of me, and I had to admit, she did have a really great body. "Both of you. I've done threesomes before, but nothing like this."

"You're welcome," Belinda said, and rubbed her foot over my now soft cock. "But, I'm afraid you wore me the fuck out," she added and laughed. "I need to sleep, at least for a while."

"Me, too," Zia said. I was about to say something when I heard my cell phone buzzing in my jeans.

"It's the girlfriend," Zia said. "Busted!"

"Yeah, right," I replied. "She'll be mad, all right, but not because we had sex. She'll be mad because I didn't call her and let her listen in."

That shut both of them up, as I knew it would. It turned out just to be a text message from Kelly.

"Have 2 stay til 2. Ur leaving in morn rite?"

I texted back - "Ya. At 7. Have story 2 tell u."

Her reply was quick. "Ooh. U need sleep and me 2. Call me 2mw?"

Me: "Of course."

I sent it, then without thinking, I quickly opened another one. "I miss u." When I hit the button to send it, I felt a little awkward. That only lasted for a second, because just before the icon popped up to tell me my message was sent, I got one from her.

"I really miss u. Come home now! :)"

Weird that two people who had never met were missing each other four days after their first conversation, but there it was.

"Soon. Promise." I closed the phone and looked over at the girls. Zia was on her back, and Belinda was curled up with her head on Zia's shoulder. I crawled over to them and lay down behind Belinda. Zia opened her eyes briefly and smiled weakly at me before dozing off again.

I clutched my phone in my hand as I drifted off to dreamland.



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 05



 Note: This is the fifth chapter in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-4, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand on their own, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to LilTexasSexFiend for helping me clean it up. 

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Day 4

Sunday, June 15

Pensacola, FL

"So, did you get that redhead's number?"

I stopped in the doorway, two duffel bags in hand, and glared. If looks could kill, I'd have been launching a full aerial assault at the back of my best friend's head. My look was somewhere in between "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" and "Are you out of your fucking mind?", and I didn't plan to dial it down until he turned around and saw it.

Scott took five steps into his apartment before realizing I wasn't right behind him anymore. He turned around and when he saw the scowl on my face, he started laughing.

"OK, OK," he said, and motioned for me to come inside, which I did. "I'm sorry, man. I just haven't seen you in five years. You've changed."

I had to give him that. We'd gone to high school together in Idaho, and back then, he was the extroverted, outgoing one who had no problems talking to the opposite sex. On the other hand, I'd been pretty shy and mostly kept to myself outside of football and the other sports I'd played. Sure, I had my share of girlfriends, but Scott was the "Alpha male." I was just one of the betas who hung around him.

We joined the Marines together, but the Corps soon split us up and shipped us off to different corners of the map. I'd done a tour at Guantanamo Bay and then it was off to San Antonio, where I spent most of my three years on various floats and detachments all over Central and South America. Scott had gone to Okinawa, Hawaii and Yuma, Arizona, before landing this cushy gig as an avionics instructor at Pensacola Naval Air Station. We kept in contact through frequent e-mails and very infrequent phone calls, but hadn't seen each other since leaving boot camp. 

Over those five years, I'd grown into my skin a little bit. Back in high school, I'd have never just asked for a woman's number, especially if I didn't know her. But when I got into town tonight, he took me across Pensacola Bay to a part of town with nothing but bars and restaurants. We ate dinner at one of them and spent a couple more hours hopping from bar to bar, and at the last place we went, I'd been flirting pretty heavily with a short redhead named Stacy. I kept telling Scott I was going to get her number and try to hook up the next day, but all he did was laugh. Finally, he went off to the restroom, and I chatted her up a bit more until I won my prize. 

"I told you I had changed," I said, pulling a napkin from my pocket and showing him the phone number she'd scribbled on it. "Been telling you that for three years."

"Yeah, I know," he said. "Now I'm a believer. You going to call her?"

"That's the plan, yeah," I said. "See if I can hook something up tomorrow."

"Damn," he said, plopping down on the couch I'd be using as a bed later. "You definitely have changed."

"I've always liked getting laid, bro," I said. "I'm just a little better at it now."

He was about to respond when someone knocked on the door. We both stood up, but it opened before we could respond. A lithe brunette slid through the door, grinning devilishly at Scott before realizing he had company.

"Hey, baby," he said.

"Ah," I said. "You must be Lynette." I got up and met her halfway, shaking her hand and leading her back into the living room, where she split the difference between us on the couch.

"He talks about me, huh?"

"Only every day for the past two weeks, since he found out I was visiting."

"Aww," she said. "How cute!"

"I thought it was a little disgusting, actually," I said, drawing a smack on the back of the head, which was all Scott could do with Lynette in between us. "But now that I've seen you in person, I guess I can understand."

She blushed and Scott grinned. He'd have done it to me, so I knew he'd have no problems with me flirting with her a little bit.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Lynette," I said, standing up. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom."

I left them sitting there chatting on the couch and found the restroom. We'd gone straight to dinner once I hit town, so I needed to brush my teeth. Plus, it had been an awfully long day, and it felt really good just to splash cold water on my face for a few minutes.

When I came back out, I had to stop short in the hallway. It hadn't taken them long to get hot and heavy right there on the couch. Lynette's halter top was lying with Scott's polo shirt on the floor, and he was trying to unhook her bra while simultaneously attempting to choke her with his tongue.

She really did have a hot body. Scott had been telling me that for two weeks, but his descriptions didn't do her any justice at all. He'd said she was a C-cup, but it looked a lot more like a D at the very least. The rest of her was extremely trim and athletic, at least what I could see through her clothes.

"Ahem," I said, clearing my throat after I'd seen enough. This was my best friend and his girlfriend, after all, and I wasn't going to stand here and watch them without making sure it was cool first. "I have to sleep there in a few minutes," I continued, "so I'd appreciate you guys not getting it all sticky first."

They both looked at me, standing in the hallway with my arm on the doorjamb and what had to be a pretty smug grin on my face. 

"I knew we shoulda taken it into the bedroom last night, Scott," Lynette said. "How will you ever explain those dried white stains where Brad's head will be?"

I knew Scott wouldn't care if I caught them warming up for their own personal main event, but I expected Lynette to be somewhat bashful about it. I was wrong.

"Where my feet are going to be now, but thanks so much for the visual," I replied, smiling as I sat back down next to her.

"Well, if you want to come into the bedroom, you can watch from that doorway instead," she said, and I did a double take, half-looking at her when she started the sentence but locked onto her when she finished.

Now Scott started to falter a little bit. Making out in front of me was one thing, but going all the way in front of me was probably something a little different in his mind. He cast a curious glance at Lynette, who just grinned back at him, then turned back to me. 

For his part, Scott probably expected my jaw to drop, but after the last year I'd had in the Marines, and the past few days I'd had in Oklahoma, this was nothing. Still, Scott and I went back farther than anyone else in my life who wasn't related to me. With anyone else, I might have pushed it, but with him, I wasn't about to step into anything like this without being sure everything was good. I could always talk to him about it tomorrow.

"I'll take a rain check," I said, sitting down next to Scott on the couch. "I'm in town tomorrow night, too, and I'm sure I'll have more energy then."

She looked back at me and licked her lips, and I know Scott saw it. His bewildered look was gone now, replaced by a huge smile.

"In that case, off to the bedroom," he said, and Lynette got up, leaned down to plant a kiss on my cheek, and sashayed her way into the room at the end of the hall I'd just been in. Scott and I both watched her disappear through the doorway into the dark room. Scott bumped fists with me, clearly content to leave the conversation about what had just happened until the following day.

I watched him walk down the hall, too, but before he stepped inside, he turned around one more time.

"Hey, bro," he said. "Sorry for what you're about to hear."

I grinned as he pulled the door shut, and I thought about sitting down on the couch. I knew that would lead to either sleep or a call to Kelly, and I had something else I needed to do first.

I grabbed the napkin off the coffee table and used Scott's house phone to punch in Stacy's number. I wanted my cell phone to have as much juice as possible for what I was sure would be an entertaining phone call with Kelly later. I thought Stacy might answer, but I got her voicemail instead. A quick glance at the clock told me it was past 10 now, so she might have still been out partying, or maybe she had to work the following morning. Either way, I listened to her message, then left one of my own.

"Hi, Stacy," I said. "It's Brad. I met you at the bar earlier. Give me a call back sometime Monday if you want. I'm leaving town Tuesday morning, so if you want to get together, it will have to be Monday." I left Scott's number on the voicemail and hung up.

I collapsed onto the couch in a heap. Ten o'clock meant 8 in Idaho, and Kelly was supposed to be off by six. I thought about grabbing my phone off the coffee table, but I was asleep before the idea made it all the way to my arm.

********

"Hello?" In my present state, God knows what that sounded like to whoever was on the other end of the phone.

"You know, you're supposed to fall asleep after you've made me cum twice, not before."

Kelly's voice snapped me out of my mini-slumber with a quickness heretofore reserved for drill instructors and loud explosions.

"Getting a little greedy, aren't we?" I replied. "First you were happy with one, and now you want two. Pretty soon you're going to be asking for five or six."

I looked at the clock on Scott's satellite receiver. I hadn't been asleep more than 10 minutes.

"I never said I was happy with just one," she said. "And, I hadn't planned to ask for that many, certainly not over the phone, but if you're offering, sure."

"I think it might be a better idea to save the orgasms that you have to count on two hands for when we meet in person, don't you?"

"You would think, but that's going to be another two weeks, and I get awfully pushy very quickly."

"So I've noticed," I replied.

"Hey!" she exclaimed.

"I thought women liked it when we agreed with them," I said, laughing.

"So what if I told you I looked chubby in a certain outfit? Would you agree with me then?"

"Sure," I said. "Then I'd tell you I really dig chubby women, I'd quickly help you out of said outfit, and lay you on the nearest flat surface."

"Oooh," she said. "That was the wrong answer, by the way, but I want to hear more about that last part."

"I'm sure you do," I said. "But not so fast. You've been working all day. Now I get to learn something about you."

Her response wasn't English as much as it was Whinese. She acted like I'd just told her she had to eat the meatloaf and green beans before her chocolate brownie.

"What?"

"Can't we do that later?" she asked.

"While I admire your enthusiasm," I said, "no. We can't. You won't feel like it later."

"I don't feel like it now."

"Then we won't get to later."

"That would suck for you, too," she said.

"Agreed," I said. "So why don't we make it easier on both of us and just talk now."

She sighed on the other end of the line. I didn't particularly care why - it was another sound I loved hearing from her. 

"OK," she said, finally giving in. "Ask me anything you want."

"Anything?" I asked.

"Yesssss," she replied, drawing out the last consonant. If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn she was on the edge of an orgasm.

Come to think of it, I didn't know any better. I was as far away from her as I'd get on this trip - she was still in Idaho, and here I was, lying on my best friend's couch way down on the Florida panhandle. 

"I swear, Kelly, you could turn reading the phone book into a double entendre. You wouldn't even be off the first page and I'd be wishing my last name was Aaron so I could be in your mouth."

"Well, technically, you'd be coming out of my mouth then," she said. "Wouldn't it be so much more fun to go the other direction?"

"Hey, it doesn't matter to me whether you swallow or spit," I replied, and she laughed. Not for the first time, I realized just how much I truly loved that sound, too.

"So, anything you want," she said. "You can even break your rules about no sex."

"Hey, technically, I'm not supposed to ask you anything," I said. "You're supposed to volunteer something."

"I know, but I asked you something yesterday, Brad," she replied, making that particular argument for at least the third time that day. And I couldn't really argue.

"Ok, ok," I said. "I have something. This one is really important, though, and something I was hoping to hold until much later in our relationship. This is something that will be a huge factor in whatever we might be down the road."

It got really quiet on the other end of the line. I waited a few seconds for a response but got none. It sounded like she was holding her breath.

Apparently, she was taking me seriously. I waited a few more seconds, extending the dramatic pause, before letting it go. 

"What's your opinion on eating breakfast foods for meals other than breakfast?"

"You asshole!" she shouted, and my own internal dam broke. I started laughing, and I couldn't stop for most of a minute. Sometime along the way, I heard her join me.

"I was really worried," she said, and my laughter died down some.

"Hey, I'm sorry," I replied. "I was just trying to be funny."

"I'm going to pay you back for that." The sultriness had crept back into her voice now.

"I'm counting on it," I said. "Now, if you don't mind.. answer, please?"

"Hell, I just cooked eggs and sausage for myself before I called," she said. "I don't eat a lot of fast food - hardly none, really - but there's a Jack in the Box across the street from my store, and on days when I don't have enough time to make food to take with me to work, or just sometimes when I have a craving, I go over there and order off their breakfast menu. I'm all about the breakfast food."

I smiled. I know, I know - it seems trivial. And in reality, I guess it is. But there are little things that make a relationship click. Sure, sex is a big part of it. Sensitivity is important, too. Communication, emotional support, maturity - all big cogs in the relationship machine. At this point, I had no idea what Kelly and I were ever going to be. But there was some satisfaction in knowing that if we ever woke up at 9 a.m., fucked for six hours and then decided it was time for food, she wouldn't roll her eyes and say no if I suggested a trip to IHOP.

"Good answer," I said.

"I'm glad," was her reply. "So are we done with that now?"

"So quick to move on, are we?"

"No," she said, then added, "yes."

"Riiight."

"I like talking about us," she said. "I like learning things about you, and I like that you really want to know things about me, as boring as I might be. I'm not really in any hurry to leave that conversation. But I really, really want to get to the next part."

"Wow," I said. "Somebody's horny."

"It's your fault!" she replied. "You woke me up this morning and told me about last night, and I've been thinking about it all day."

"OK," I said. "Then it's my fault for telling you, but it's your fault that you get turned on by listening to a story about a guy you're interested in having sex with two other women."

"Yeah, and I hear you complaining _really_ loudly," she said. 

Damn. She had a point.

"OK," I said again. "You win. All my fault. Completely."

"Now, time to do it again," she said.

"What?"

"On my last break, you told me something fun happened today," she said. "It's time to make me horny again, Brad."

There was a line there about her already being there, but the wanton tone in her voice made me skip it.

"Are you naked yet?" I asked.

"Do you want me to be?" was her reply. I rolled my eyes.

"Stupid question." I heard rustling on the other end of the line.

"Ok," she said a few seconds later. "I'm clothes-free now."

"Good."

**********

I'd woken up half past way too goddamned early that morning - in the commonly used hours-and-seconds method of measuring time, that equates to about 7 a.m. I realized Zia and Belinda had woken me up with their surprise around the same time the day before. I'd also been awake at this hour the day I left San Antonio. Still, for someone who'd only seen 7 a.m. on the way to bed over the past few years, it was a habit I didn't feel like forming.

Zia and Belinda were still sleeping peacefully, curled up with each other under Belinda's pink sleeping bag. I made the long walk over to the shower building and grabbed a quick shower before the rest of the camp woke up and started doing the same. No one was stirring in the campground when I got back - either J.T. and Bobby hadn't come back yet, or J.T. had jumped the gun on his bedtime. I managed to get back in the tent and get dressed without disturbing the two girls and packed most of my stuff into the car without waking anyone up. But when I went back in for one last check to make sure I didn't leave anything behind, Belinda was awake and staring at me intently.

"Leaving without saying goodbye?" she asked.

"Thought about waking you guys up, but you looked pretty happy," I said.

"I was," she said. "But I would have been angry if I woke up and found you were gone."

"Why?" I asked. "I know we had fun, but I thought this was just a fling?"

We were both talking quietly so we didn't wake up Zia, but Belinda got even quieter with her response.

"Honestly?" she started. "I really like Zia, but I'm not as into women as she is. I'm into her, but if we break up, I'd be more likely to hook up with another guy than another woman. And last night..."

She trailed off, but I patiently waited.

"That was the best sex I've ever had. I just hope she'll be OK with me trying it again."

"You gotta do what makes you happy. If she's really into you, it'll make her happy too," I said, impressed I could even talk about something like this at 7 a.m. "But, if you guys ever decide to come to Idaho, look me up," I finished. She rolled her eyes at the mention of Idaho, but she willingly exchanged cell numbers with me. She gave me Zia's as well, and I'd grabbed Becky's and Paul's the day before.

I gave her a kiss on the lips, which could have and would have turned into more had I let it. I leaned over her to kiss the still-sleeping Zia on the forehead, and then quickly left the tent before Belinda could talk me into more.

I stopped for gas and greasy breakfast food somewhere outside of Tulsa and finally got on the road around 8 a.m. The first part of the ride was spent mostly in conversation with Kelly, talking about a whole lot of nothing, which was just fine with me. I tried to get her to tell me something about herself, but she wanted me to ask something. Neither of our brains were really working that early in the morning, so we agreed to leave it for later. I did go into intimate detail about last night's threesome, which helped Kelly have a fairly nice pre-work orgasm.

She had to go to work at 10 central time, though, so I had to let her off the phone just as I was pulling into Little Rock, Arkansas. It was time to top off the tanks, so I stopped at a truck stop on the south side of town, on Interstate 530. My talk with Kelly had gotten me pretty worked up as well - not just retelling the story of last night's events, but listening to her make herself cum, too. That would never get old. 

So I was standing in front of the chips in the convenience store part of the truck stop, deciding between Cool Ranch Doritos and Flamin' Hot Cheetos while using the hand-in-the-pocket trick to try and readjust myself so I wouldn't have an obvious tent in my jeans, when I saw a flash of auburn hair appear in my peripheral vision. Before I could turn my head to look, she was already talking.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 05



"Hi," she said.

"Hey," I replied, ever the brilliant wordsmith. I turned toward her and got a good look before refocusing on my chip dilemma. She was almost average in every sense of the word. Her straight auburn hair hung down from a central point on top of her head, sort of like a Cousin It thing except none of it was hanging over her face, which was neither stunningly attractive or the least bit unpleasing. She wasn't skinny or heavy - maybe a few extra pounds, but well within whatever the doctors would consider normal for her height, which I guessed was somewhere around 5'5. Her chest wasn't overly big, but nobody would be mistaking her for a guy anytime soon either. 

Put another way, there was absolutely nothing about her that would make her stand out from any other woman in a crowd. And since I tended to be attracted to that type of woman, there was something about her that made me glance over again.

"Cheetos at 10 a.m.?" she asked when I finally made my choice. "Really?"

"Well, I've already eaten breakfast, and I missed the chef salad part of the store, so, yeah," I answered. "Besides, you're on this aisle, too."

"Looking for these," she said and held up an individual package of Tylenol PM. I turned around, and sure enough, the other side of the aisle was all the antacids and pain relievers and the rest of the stuff that passed for the medical part of the truck stop. "This bus ride is going to kick my ass, so I'd prefer to sleep through it."

"Bus ride?"

"Yeah, this is where Greyhound picks up on this side of town," she said. "The bus should be here in about half an hour, so I figure if I take these now, I'll conk out pretty early into the trip."

"Not a bad plan," I agreed. "Where you headed?"

"Jackson," she answered.

"Ah," I said. "Passing through there myself. How long will that take on a bus?"

"With all the stops they make, about seven hours," she replied.

"Really?" I asked. "Shit. According to the map, I should be able to do it in four, maybe four and a half if it starts raining like it's supposed to."

"Well, you can drive straight there, because you have a car," she said. "Mine is in Jackson."

"Yeah, I guess that would be a problem."

She slid past me toward the counter, and as she did, I felt her hand brush over my cock. I'd been able to get it sort of under control, but the contact fired it right back up, and there's no way she couldn't have felt it. 

"Well, have a nice drive," she said.

"Thanks. You too," I answered. 

"No chance of that," she said, laughing. There was a smile on her lips as she got in line, and I watched every movement as if I would have to repeat them from memory later.

I shook my head and grinned as I turned around to find a soda that would go well with spicy Cheetos. Finding nothing that made sense, I settled on a Cherry Coke then got in line myself. 

When I walked outside, I saw her standing by the curb with a couple other people who I assumed were also waiting for the bus. She spotted me immediately and smiled as she waved. I turned on the full-wattage grin in return as I got into my Dodge Stratus.  

I started the engine and grabbed my map one last time to make sure I knew which road to get on, but my eyes kept flashing over to the pretty redhead standing on the corner. She was stealing glances at me, quickly looking away whenever I would try to meet her eyes. I had thought her copping a feel in the store was intentional before, but now I was beginning to wonder if it really was accidental. If you have the courage to do that, there's no reason to act shy when all I'm doing is looking at you.

Either way, I was intrigued. I quickly made up my mind and pulled over where she was standing. I beckoned her over to the window.

"What's up?" she asked, leaning inside the car.

"Have you paid for your ticket yet?"

"No," she replied. "When the bus gets here, I just pay the driver. I've made this trip a few times, so they know me."

"Ah," I said. "How about you just ride with me instead?"

She was genuinely surprised. "Really?" she asked. "You don't even know my name! How do you know I'm not a serial killer?"

"Would knowing your name help me figure that out?"

She laughed. "No, I guess not. How do I know you're not a serial killer?"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "You don't, I guess. My name is Brad, though. How many serial killers do you know named Brad?"

Her chest was leaning against the door, with her tits sitting right on top of my open window. Mostly out of habit, I put my forearm up next to the window, and as I did, it grazed her nipples. I only know that because they were both hard as rocks. I looked up at her and I thought I saw a twinkle in her eye, even though she refused to match my eye contact.

"Look, I wouldn't offer if I wasn't already heading that way," I said. "I'm heading to the Florida panhandle tonight, and Jackson is on the way. I have a long day of driving ahead of me, and I'm by myself, so I definitely wouldn't mind the company. If you come with me, it'll take you half the time to get to Jackson, and all it will cost is a little bit of conversation."

"Wow," she said. "Okay." 

She grabbed her backpack off the curb and tossed it in the backseat with some of my things then hopped in the passenger seat. We'd pulled out of the parking lot and back onto 530 when she said, "Besides, even if you are a serial killer, I like my chances with that better than seven hours on a Greyhound bus."

We both laughed about that, and we spent the next hour chatting idly. I told her about my road trip, leaving out the part about Kelly. I wasn't ashamed of it - on the contrary, before I'd hit that truck stop, I was thinking about Kelly more than I ever had. It's just not something you volunteer, I guess. "Yeah, and I have phone sex every night with a girl I've never met." "Umm, can you pull over here, please?" 

Not cool.

Her name was Sonya, and she lived in Jackson. She worked a throwaway job at a call center for a phone company, and was just saving up enough money to move to Little Rock permanently. Her parents had moved there a couple years before, and her mom was very sick with a kidney disease. To hear Sonya explain it, her car was held together by duct tape and rubber bands, so she took the bus up to Little Rock every two or three weeks to spend the weekend with her mom and dad.

Even after an hour, I could still see her nipples poking out through the orange T-shirt she was wearing. I had the air conditioner cranked up about halfway to combat the mid-summer Southeast heat pounding down on us from outside, but I didn't think it was that cold in the car. That, combined with her feeling me up at the store and the conversation I'd had with Kelly earlier, started getting me hard again. The only thing that stopped me from being fully hard was that my jeans were constricting my cock.

It was still hard enough to make an obvious bulge, though, and when I glanced over to look at Sonya's nipples again, I saw her staring intently at my jeans. She licked her lips, probably subconsciously, before she realized I was looking at her.

I probably shouldn't have tried to take advantage of a girl who had only agreed to a free ride, but I couldn't resist.

"Sonya?" I asked. "That feel you copped back at the store... was that on purpose or accidental?"

Her cheeks immediately flushed and she looked away from me. She started stammering.

"I - I'm sorry," she choked. "I - didn't mean-"

I decided to cut her off there. "Hey," I said. "I'm not mad. I'm sure there are guys out there who would get mad about an attractive girl giving them a package check, but I'm not one of them. It did happen though, and we're both obviously turned on, so I figured there was no harm in talking about it."

She took a couple of moments before she responded. "How do you know I'm turned on?" I noticed she wasn't denying it, and her tone of voice was a little bit playful now.

"Well, either that, or it's a lot colder in here than I thought," I said.

Sonya looked down at her breasts, saw her nipples straining against her top and self-consciously covered up. She looked up at me with a sheepish grin, and I gently pulled her left arm back to her side.

"You like the view that much, huh?" she asked. She dropped both hands to her legs and gave me one of those demure smiles. As a response, I turned the A/C up another notch. Her smile never wavered.

"It's the least you can do," I said. "I mean, I am giving you a ride."

"And you said it was only going to be conversation."

"Yeah, well, it's not my fault you're giving me a show," I said.

"It kinda is, though," she replied. "Just like I hope it's my fault that you're giving me one."

My cock was straining hard against my jeans to the point where it was borderline painful. I looked down and saw a rather obvious tent forming.

"Well, it's certainly not the air conditioning," I replied. 

Things got quiet in the car for a minute, until I moved my hand onto her thigh, just to see how she would respond. She just looked at me and smiled, so I got more adventurous, moving my hand up her leg and past her stomach until I reached her left breast. Even through her T-shirt and bra, I could feel her nipple burrowing into my palm as I cupped it and began kneading it gently.

"You know, you can tell me to stop whenever you want," I said. "No hard feelings."

She reached out and brushed the back of her hand over the bulge in my jeans and replied, "Oh, I'm feeling something hard, all right."

"So am I." I dropped my hand under her shirt and ran it up her stomach and back to her tit, this time pinching the nipple through just her bra. Her breath caught in her throat just a little bit, and I saw her bite her lower lip. I managed to slip one finger under her bra cup and rubbed that over the nipple as she sighed.

Her left hand was still lightly stroking up and down my cock, but her right hand was in her own lap. She was making big circles around her pussy through her shorts with her right index finger and occasionally bouncing her thumb off what I guessed was probably her clit. I reached across her body to massage her right breast for a few moments, which only widened her grin and quickened her pace on both my dick and her pussy.

"Stop," she said suddenly, and my hand was so into what it was doing that it took me a few seconds to comply. Disappointed but not altogether surprised, I moved my hand back to the steering wheel and focused back on the road.

I was surprised, however, by what she did next.

"You said it wasn't your fault I was giving you a show," Sonya said. "Well, I'm going to give you a real show now, and it's most definitely your fault."

With that, she pulled her T-shirt up over her head and tossed it into the backseat, with her standard-issue white bra quickly following it. Now that I could see her naked chest, I guessed she was maybe a little too big for a B-cup and probably had trouble completely filling out a C-cup. They were very firm, though, and had a gentle upward slope as they extended down toward her nipples. 

Using both hands, she cupped both breasts and massaged them for a moment before giving some attention to her nipples. I noticed her face, neck and upper chest were flushed, and her eyes were closed almost from the moment she went topless. 

Before long, her fingers were working on her the buttonfly of her shorts and she pushed those down to her ankles. I silently wondered how far she was going to go with this - as it was, she was damn near buck naked in the passenger seat of my car. She'd just admitted that what happened at the truck stop was a complete accident, so this was not something I expected. Of course, I wasn't about to complain.

She took my hand and placed it back on her bare thigh as she smiled at me. "Keep your hand right there," she said. "Besides that, focus on the road and let me give you a show."

I sent a silent "Thank you" out to whoever invented cruise control and did my best to look at the road at least every three or four seconds. I watched as Sonya gently rubbed her pussy through her panties, but only for a moment before she pulled them to one side. She wasn't clean-shaven, but there wasn't a whole lot of red hair between her legs, either, at least not that I could see from where I was sitting. 

"Oh, shit," she said, and then inhaled sharply as her fingers made contact with her bare pussy. I turned the air conditioner down to its lowest setting so I could hear her subtle moans and barely audible whimpers as she softly rubbed her clit with two fingers. When she inserted those two fingers in her snatch, she groaned so loudly I could have heard it over the A/C and the radio if they'd both been cranked to the max.

"Oh, God," she said as she exhaled, and I could hear the squishing sounds as her fingers repeatedly dove into her obviously wet pussy. "It's been a week since I've done this."

"A week?" I asked, gently squeezing her thigh as she continued pleasuring herself. "I can't go more than a few hours."

"On vacation since Monday," was all she managed to squeeze out between moans. "At parents' house."

I nodded and continued swiveling my head between the traffic in southeast Arkansas and the pretty girl finger-fucking herself in my car. Her pace grew quicker and quicker, and when I realized she was about to cum, I slid my hand as far up her thigh as I could. My fingers were within six inches of joining hers when she tensed up for a few seconds and let out a very soft but very high-pitched wail.

"That was very nice," I said when she relaxed. "A first for me."

"You?" she asked, clearly surprised. "You've never seen a woman get herself off before?"

"Not sitting next to me in the car, no." Sonya laughed, then locked onto my eyes. Something passed over her face that made my cock thicken.

"Well, the show isn't over," she said, licking her lips. "Do you have a blanket?"

"Yeah," I answered. "Under the box on the seat behind me."

"Good," she replied. "I'm going to turn around and get something. Might want to make yourself more comfortable."

Before I realized what she meant, Sonya leaned over and rubbed her face over my cock, carefully negotiating the steering wheel in the process. She got up on her knees in the passenger seat to rifle around in her backpack, and I also heard her pull the blanket out from under the box, which contained my computer. I had no intentions of letting the military movers touch that.

When I finished reaching into my pants and adjusting my cock so it could be at full length, Sonya wasn't yet done in the back, so I had a bare ass sitting next to me. She squealed when I reached up and slapped her right ass cheek, then moaned as I squeezed her left one.

"I was wondering when you were going to notice my ass next to your face," she said.

"I was working on that other problem you mentioned," I replied.

"Did you take it out?" she asked.

"No," I said. "I just readjusted."

"You could have taken it out," she continued, "but since you didn't, you'll have to wait a while longer now."

Throughout the exchange, I had inched closer to her pussy with my right hand, but just as I was about to start rubbing it, she turned around and sat down. She covered her chest with the blanket, so that anyone passing on the left couldn't see her naked breasts, and then swung toward me in the seat. Her right leg was touching the floorboard, but she put her left leg on my right shoulder. The end result was that her legs were wide open, and I got a very clear view of her dripping pussy.

She'd been concealing something the entire time, and she finally pulled it out from under the blanket.

"Here," she said, handing me a blue vibrator. It was only about six inches long in my guestimation, but it had to be at least three inches around. She started petting her pussy with her left hand as she looked me in the eye. "Use that for whatever you want."

I grinned. "You want me to crash the car?"

"Not really, no," she said. "But I can think of worse ways to go."

The obvious response was, "Me too," but I didn't say it. Instead, I aimed the vibrator at her pussy with my right hand and quickly shoved it as deeply inside her as I could. I'd figured her natural juices would be lubrication enough, and I was right - it slid right in on the first try, accompanied by a surprised shriek.

"OH, FUCK," she exclaimed, reaching out and gripping the back of her seat as she did.

We had just left the tiny town of Eudora, Arkansas, when Sonya bent over to reach into the back seat, and when I turned toward her to pull the vibrator back out, I noticed a "Welcome to Louisiana" sign. We'd only be in the state for 30 minutes before I reached Interstate 20 and headed east into Mississippi, but I was willing to bet it'd be one of the more memorable half-hours of my life.

"I haven't even turned it on yet, Sonya," I said. "Do you want me to turn it on?"

"Whatever you want to do, baby," she said between gasps. I was still shoving the vibrator roughly in and out of her pussy, enjoying the noises she made as I pushed it in quickly and then slowly, teasingly slipped it out.

"No," I said, pulling the vibrator from her pussy and lightly slapping it against her clit. "If you want me to turn it on, you have to ask me."

Something lit on fire in her face. Either she was the type who liked to be dominated and she was thrilled I'd figured that out, or she was the type who was usually on the other end of the BDSM spectrum and was excited about the new experience. Either way, she played along.

"On, please," she said. I waited for more, but when she said nothing else, not only did I not turn it on, I left it in her pussy and pulled my hand away. She whimpered in response.

"Come on, Sonya," I said, slapping the inside of the leg she was resting on my shoulder. "You can do better than that."

There was no shyness now. Only lust, the sound of her breathing and the smell of her pussy in the car. She made eye contact with me.

"Please, Brad... turn it on," she pleaded. "I want to feel it vibrating in my pussy as you slam it in and out of me. I need to feel my pussy quivering around it. Please, please, turn it-"

Ask and ye shall receive. I turned it on, but not to the low setting. Not even to the medium setting. I re-gripped the vibrator, worked it in and out of her pussy a couple more times, and then as I shoved it back in, I turned the dial up as high as it could go.

I swear, if she were a soprano, she'd have shattered my windshield.

The scream was so loud it hurt my ears and left them ringing for several seconds. My right bicep started to throb as I worked that vibrator in and out of her steamy pussy at a pace I didn't think I was capable of. 

"Play with your pussy, Sonya," I demanded, and she immediately dropped her right hand to her crotch. "Put a finger on your clit."

She did that as well, and started rubbing her clit as the vibrator glided in and out of her pussy. Over the next two or three minutes, I moved the switch on the vibrator around a little bit, bouncing back and forth between medium and high, and even turning it off once or twice. Unlike my first few strokes, I used the higher setting on the softer strokes and the lower setting on the stronger strokes. Whatever I was doing, it was working, because her steady moaning was increasing in both volume and pitch. 

I was so enthralled with Sonya, I probably went 8 or 10 seconds without watching the road more than a couple times. I was just happy no one wanted to drive on Highway 65 in northeast Louisiana this particular Sunday morning.

Her left hand disappeared under the blanket, and I could see her playing with her breasts. After a few seconds, her breathing grew ragged.

"I think.. I'm almost.." she said, and I knew what she meant. I went back to the way I'd started with the dildo, moving the switch back to high and rapidly jamming it in and out of her pussy. The fingers of her other hand sped up on her clit, and within seconds, she was shaking in the seat and her pussy had gripped the vibrator, making it tough for me to move it. One second after that, her wet hand clinched onto my wrist as she screamed into the blanket, announcing another and much bigger orgasm.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 05



"Ohmigod," she said, repeating the jumbled word at least 10 times as she slowly climbed down from her peak. Just then, I looked up in time to see a "reduced speed ahead" sign, and a couple seconds later, I saw a sign announcing that we'd arrived in Lake Providence, Louisiana. Towns meant more than one lane in each direction and actual traffic.

"Sonya," I said, but she didn't respond. I looked over at her, and the first thing I noticed - well, besides the blue vibrator still in her pussy - was the gentle rise and fall of the blanket that covered her chest. She was sleeping.

I eased her leg off my shoulder and onto my lap and pulled her right leg off the floor to join it, then pulled the blanket down to where it covered most of her thighs as well as her upper body. If anyone were to drive by and look into my car, they'd see a girl sleeping under a blanket with her legs stretched out across my lap.

I glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, but I only saw one other car, and it was a few car lengths behind me. I laughed quietly at the timing - two minutes later, and surely someone driving through town would have shared my view of Sonya cumming.  

******

"Oh, God, Brad," Kelly said on the other end of the line. "I'm close."

I wasn't, but who cares?

"Yeah?" I asked. "I bet you wish that was you right now. I bet you wish I had that vibrator in between your legs, pushing it in and out of your wet, dripping pussy. Don't you?"

She mumbled something incoherent in return.

"Answer me!" I said, getting a little more forceful. "Don't you?!"

"YES!!!" was the reply, and then I heard Kelly moan loudly into the phone. "Fuck me with it, Brad," she managed to say. At least that's what I thought I heard - she wasn't really speaking contemporary English at that moment.

"Cum all over your fingers, baby. Cum for me," I said, then sat back against the arm of Scott's couch and listened as Kelly did just that.

It wasn't a huge orgasm. Within a few seconds, her breathing was back to normal.

"That's all?" I asked.

"For the first one," she said. "I'm guessing there is more to the story?"

"Of course."

******

Both stoplights in Lake Providence were green when I hit them, and I was back on dense tree-lined roads within a few minutes. I had no plans to wake Sonya up - if she slept all the way into Jackson, about an hour away, I was okay with that.

She didn't. Maybe five minutes south of town, I felt her legs moving slowly over my cock. It'd been hard since I noticed her nipples going high-beam, and now that it had room to move in my jeans, it was extended as much as it could be in my pants. Watching Sonya cum twice certainly hadn't hurt.

"Good morning," I said as I looked over at her. The sheepish grin had returned.

"Umm.. hi," she replied. "That was.."

"Pretty damn intense," I finished for her.

"Yeah, it was. That's the hardest I've ever cum from that vibrator."

"I think it needs twice-daily workouts to keep it in tip-top shape, so it can continue to turn in that quality of performance."

Sonya laughed. "Oh, trust me, I change the batteries in this thing once a week," she said, pulling the vibrator out from under the blanket and carefully setting it inside her bra on the floorboard. "I think it had more to do with the hand holding it this time."

"You're too kind," I said.

"No, you're too kind," she replied, sitting back up in the seat. Now that we were away from traffic for a few more miles, she let the blanket fall to her lap, revealing her tits to me again. "You didn't have to give me a ride, and you didn't have to just help me out with that."

"True," I said, considering what she'd said. "But on the first one, what can I say? I'm just a nice guy. And on the second... I didn't _have_ to help you and fuck you with your vibrator, no. But I think I'd have my man card revoked if I hadn't."

She laughed hard at that. It made sense to me. I mean, sure, maybe not everyone would offer her a ride in the first place. But if a woman comes up to you, hands you a vibrator and spreads her legs, blood had better be spurting from multiple arteries before you say no.

"Well, still," she said. "I've talked to a few people at that truck stop over the past few months, and you're the only one who's ever offered me a ride. You deserve a reward for that."

I knew where she was headed even as I said it, but I said it anyway.

"Sonya, I think the show you just put on is more than enough of a reward, don't you?"

She had long since moved my center console out of the way, so she had no trouble leaning down into my lap. Her fingers easily negotiated my belt buckle and the snap at the front of my jeans.

"Shut up and drive, would you?"

I smiled as she unzipped my jeans and reached into my boxers to pull out my cock. A choir began shouting out the chorus to "Hallelujah" when it finally got out into the air. I reached down under the seat and scooted the chair back as far as I could where my feet could still reach the pedals. I looked up just in time to realize that I was about to get on I-20. Jackson was about an hour away. I pulled up on Sonya's hair as a way of telling her to wait a second. 

Once I had finally finished the loop and emerged onto the highway, I let her hair go, and she wasted no time devouring my cock. If I hadn't known any better, I'd have sworn she was on her death bed and she thought my dick was holding some kind of antidote, because she attacked me with that much ferocity.

"Girl, we have an hour," I said. "You can take your time."

I looked down briefly and saw her smiling around my cock. That was the only response I got.

Over the next 30 minutes, Sonya brought me to the edge of cumming three or four times, only to back off when she felt me start to tighten up. There were several occasions where she pulled off completely and just lazily stroked me for a few moments before popping me back in her mouth. She licked up and down my length, she swirled her head around the tip, she put just the head in her mouth and jerked off the rest of me, and she did her best to take all of me into her mouth. And she did all of that 10 or 15 times each.

Yes, cruise control is one of the best inventions ever. Interstates, too. If not for constant speeds and relatively straight roads, she'd have totaled my car.

Just as traffic began to pick up within a half an hour of Mississippi's biggest city, sure enough, the rain I'd been told about at the truck stop started falling, and like the proverbial high school chess nerd for the cheerleading captain, it was falling hard. I went from no windshield wipers at all to the highest setting in the space of two minutes.

It would have been enough to make my cock soften, except Sonya was oh, so very good at what she was doing. After about three minutes of rain, she shifted positions. There wasn't enough room in my lap for her to lie flat on her back across my legs - damn steering wheel - but there was enough room for her to lay on her right side, with her right shoulder on my left leg and he chest pressed into stomach. That put my cock right in line with her tits.

"I don't swallow," she said as a way of explaining, "so this will have to do."

I didn't care. After two hours of extreme arousal, I was just ready to cum. She put me back in her mouth briefly to get my cock slick again, then started feverishly jerking me off. I didn't last another minute.

"Sonya, I'm about to cum," I said.

"All over my tits, baby," she replied. Not three seconds later, I was doing just that. Most of it did land on her tits. A couple of shots cleared her body altogether and hit the bottom of the steering wheel, and one streak found her face, just below her mouth. Because she was laying on her side, some of my cum had streamed down her chest and pooled between her and the T-shirt I was wearing.

"Aww," she said. "You're gonna have to change shirts."

"Deal," I said, and Sonya smiled.

After a few minutes of lying there while I drove in the rain, Sonya got up. I had some napkins in the center console from my Burger King breakfast that morning, and Sonya used those to clean up the cum from her chest. 

For my part, my heart was racing. The orgasm was pretty good, but far from the best I'd ever had. Not even the best I'd had this weekend. But it was plenty good, and combined with the traffic, the weather, and the fact that I had to keep control of the car while she was trying to make me explode, it was one of the more intense overall sexual experiences I'd ever had to that point in my life.

Sonya sat up and slowly put her panties, shorts and shirt back on, deciding to go braless. She reached into the back seat again, giving me another opportunity to swat her ass. She just giggled. She came back with her backpack and stuffed the bra and her vibrator into it.

My car reeked of pussy, and while that wasn't a bad thing, it was a pretty strong scent, so I turned the air conditioner back on to try to ventilate the car some. Even though our respective climaxes were over, the weather hadn't quite gotten over the edge yet, so I had to concentrate on the road. Neither of us said a whole lot the rest of the way, and while one might think that's because the situation was awkward, I didn't really feel that way. I was satisfied, she was satisfied, I was concentrating and she was letting me. Every time I looked at her, she was smiling back at me.

Once we got into Jackson, she started giving me directions. We'd originally agreed that I would just drop her off at the Greyhound terminal, but I didn't see the point in not just driving her all the way to her apartment. When we got there, she got out and walked around to the driver's side door.

"I really appreciate this, Brad," Sonya said.

"It was the least I could do," I replied. "I've been on long bus rides before. They kill."

"Well, the bus ride, too," she said. "You don't know how much this - all of it - meant. You never will."

"Maybe I will," I replied, and while Sonya stood there next to my rolled-down window, I reached into the glove box for a notebook I'd been keeping. I'd met so many people so far, and while I got cell numbers for most of them, e-mail was far easier to keep up with. I handed her the pad and a pen, and she scribbled down her e-mail address. She also gave me her home number, but told me she wouldn't be here very long, so I should just use the e-mail address. She leaned down so I could kiss her, which I did - on the cheek. 

She turned around and walked toward her apartment building, and as I followed her with my eyes, I contemplated what she said. Obviously, there was more to the situation than I knew - there almost always is. I doubted I'd ever see Sonya again, but I smiled knowing that she'd gotten a lot of satisfaction out of something I'd enjoyed quite a bit, too. 

Sonya turned around and waved before entering her building. I watched until she disappeared, then pulled away from the curb.

******

"You didn't fuck her?" Kelly said.

"You know what I think would be fun?" I replied, answering her question with one that I was about to answer myself. "Every sentence you say to me for the rest of your life, you have to include at least one "fuck" or some version of it."

She giggled. "Why?" she asked, again drawing out the last letter, almost like she was drunk.

"Because every time you say it, you make me want to do it to you," I answered.

"I don't have to say it to make you want that," she responded.

"Hard to argue," I said. 

"So, you didn't?" she asked again. I could hear her moan every few seconds, but she had backed off considerably. When I described my orgasm in the car, she'd gotten dangerously close, but I had forcefully told her not to cum yet, and she'd listened. Or at least told me she had.

"No, I didn't," I said. "I just got some gas and drove the rest of the way to Pensacola. Honestly, the subject never came up. I think the whole thing was cathartic for her. I don't know what's going on in her personal life, but it seemed like what happened this morning was part of a healing process for her. If she'd have asked me to come inside, I probably would have, but she didn't."

"I'd let you come inside," Kelly replied, quickly drawing my attention back to the topic at hand.

"I'm sure you would," I said. My hand was working more and more quickly on my cock as I got closer to my own orgasm. From the sounds Kelly was making, all I had to do was say it and she'd cum 10 seconds later.

A stream of yelling coming from the bedroom interrupted my thinking.

"What was that?" Kelly asked.

"I have to be honest," I said. "I told you this whole story with a soundtrack."

"Oh, really?" That certainly piqued her interest.

"Yeah," I replied. "Scott has been working all day. He got off early to have dinner with me, and his girlfriend showed up not long after that. He already apologized to me for anything I might hear."

"Ooh, we've done this before," she said. 

"We have," I said. "And if I recall, I liked what it did to you the first time."

"You're still talking to me, so I guess so."

I just laughed. I had a strong suspicion I would still be talking to her even if our first real phone conversation hadn't taken place on the other side of a wall from an orgy, but there was no point in saying that.

"What's going on?"

"I'm not sure," I replied. "I'm not close enough to hear it clearly."

Just then, as if on cue, Scott's bedroom door opened just a crack. He wouldn't have been able to see what I was doing from his doorway, so I didn't panic, but then, I didn't need to. No one ever came out of the room. 

The shouting had ended just as soon as it had begun, but now it started back up again. The voice was decidedly female.

"Oh, fuck," Lynette said from the bedroom. "Pound that pussy good, baby."

"It sounds like--" I started, but Kelly finished it.

"--his girlfriend is trying to give you a show," she said.

"Yes, it does," I said. "Now she's just letting loose with a torrent of 'fuck me, fuck me, Scott, fuck me.'"

"I bet you wish you were," Kelly said, and her tone of voice made me pick up the pace on my dick even more. "I bet you're thinking of her sitting on your lap right now, with your dick pounding her instead of Scott's."

It was a nice visual, sure.

"You wish she was shouting your name instead of his, don't you?" Kelly continued.

"I kinda like the way it sounds when you shout my name," I replied.

"You keep this up, you're about to hear just that," she said.

As if Lynette knew exactly what I was doing, she started getting louder and louder. Scott was obviously getting pretty close as well, because his grunts joined the symphony coming from the bedroom.

"Baby, I think Lynette is about to cum," I said. 

"I wanna hear," she said, and I hit the speaker button to make that easier.

I said nothing, instead choosing to let Kelly listen to what I was hearing. A few minutes later, Lynette started crying out.

"Your friend is making her cum," Kelly said. "They might make me cum, too."

"Don't," I said. "Keep playing with yourself, but don't cum."

"Why?" she asked. She drew out the "y" again, but I don't think she could help it. She was that close.

"This is their moment," I replied. "I want ours to be separate from theirs."

Before she could respond, my best friend's voice cut into my conscience.

"Fuck, Lyn," he said. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Don't pull out!" she exclaimed, much louder than she needed to if Scott was the only person she wanted to hear it. "Cum inside me!"

A moment later, Scott shouted out loud enough that I could have heard him in the parking lot. Either that was for my benefit, too, or he was just having a freight-train of an orgasm.

"Wow," Kelly said. "He's loud when he cums."

"I probably am too in person," I said. "I'm not usually paying attention."

"You don't find your own voice sexy?" she asked. We were back to flirting for a few seconds.

"Oh, hell yes, I do," I said, completely joking. "But usually, the woman taking care of me is good enough that I can't focus on anything but what she's doing."

"Ooh, putting some pressure on me, huh?" she asked.

"I'm sure you'll have no problem handling it."

"Are you still handling it?" she asked, and I understood her innuendo loud and clear.

"Yes," I said. "What about you?"

"You told me to keep playing with myself, so I am," she replied.

"Good girl," I said.

We'd both been waiting for the intensity of Scott and Lynette's moment to lessen before picking back up ourselves. Suddenly, Kelly decided she was done waiting. 

"I bet you wish you'd gone all the way with Sonya," Kelly said, immediately filling my mind with images of the redhead. "I bet you're thinking about that blowjob she gave you in the car and the way she looked as you drove that vibrator into her pussy."

I wasn't before, but I was right then.

"You're thinking about how good your cock would have felt in that pussy, aren't you?"

"No," I said.

"Shut up," she replied, thinking I was just toying with her, when really, I wasn't. "I bet you're sorry you're not fucking her right now."

"Kelly, if she was here, I would take it," I said. "But the only person I'm sorry I'm not fucking is you."

My words, dripping with honesty that only the most sincere and intense of moments could produce, were met with silence. Kelly said nothing for a few seconds, so I kept going.

"You said I was thinking about how my cock would feel in her pussy," I said. "It's her face and her body, because I don't know what you look like. But I'm imagining how it would feel to fuck you."

Kelly immediately went from silent to shouting. I'd underestimated how close she was, and apparently, the sincerity of my words was triggering her orgasm.

"Oh, God," Kelly said. "What you just said.. so hot.."

A couple of seconds later, she started with her usual orgasm routine. She was babbling now, mixing my name in amongst a great many other words, most of which would give the Merriam-Webster folks a heart attack. 

I couldn't think of anything more erotic.

I didn't think I was going to be able to join her, but somehow, in the midst of a pretty powerful orgasm of her own, Kelly said nine words that brought me right back to the edge.

"Brad?" Kelly said. "Where do you want to cum on me?"

I didn't know what the right answer was, so I just followed the leader.

"I want to cum inside you, Kelly," I said.

And with 12 more words, Kelly shoved me over the edge.

"Oooh, yeah," she said. "I want you to fill my pussy with your cum."

She may have kept going, finding more obscene ways to say it, but I didn't hear any of it. The first three spurts of cum landed on my chest, with the next few hitting my stomach. The rest of it dribbled onto my fingers as I finished stroking myself.

From the other end of the phone, I could tell Kelly was just finishing her orgasm too. It might have been the end of one long one or just a quick aftershock brought on by me cumming - I didn't ask.

As I came down from my climax, I realized something. Obviously, if I could hear Scott and Lynette cumming, they could hear me talking on the phone, especially once they finished up. But I hadn't yet taken Kelly off speakerphone, so there was a good chance they'd both heard her cum, too.

"That was kind of hot," I said.

"Only kind of?" she replied.

"OK, not kind of," I answered. "You were involved, so it was definitely fucking hot."

"I thought I was supposed to use that word," Kelly said. "That fucking word, I mean."

"You are," I said, "but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop using it."

The sounds from the bedroom had indeed stopped. I imagined it was because Scott and Lynette were engaged in whatever they did for post-coital cuddling, and maybe because they were trying to listen to Kelly and I.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 05



I quickly and quietly got up from the couch, using my T-shirt to wipe the cum off my stomach and chest. I tiptoed down the hall, past the bathroom and stopped in front of their room. I lingered there long enough for anyone who was still conscious to realize there was someone in the doorway, then reached out and pulled the door shut. What we'd just done was extremely hot, but show & tell time was over, at least for now. I didn't want to intrude on them, and I didn't really want them intruding on Kelly and I at that moment, either.

When I got back to the couch, I took Kelly off speakerphone and told her what I was thinking, that they might have heard her orgasm as well as mine.

"You think so?"

"Well, I'm not going to ask them right now," I said, making her laugh again. It was a sound I really never wanted to stop. "But yeah, if you could hear them, they might have been able to hear you."

"That's..." Kelly started, "... really hot, actually. I kinda hope they did."

"I'm gonna have my hands full with you when I get back aren't I, Miss Exhibitionist?"

"You make me feel good," she said, "and I wouldn't mind letting other people know."

"Well, if that's the price I must pay for keeping you satisfied, I suppose I'll just have to live with it."

There was another pause, but this one was anything but awkward. We were both content to just share the moment.

"Brad?"

"Yeah, hon?" I replied.

"Now I'm jealous for real," she said.

"Of what?" I asked.

"Your friend's girlfriend."

"Yeah," I agreed. "It sounds like he turned in quite the performance."

"That's not what I mean," she said. "She gets to curl up next to someone afterward."

"What?" I asked. "Your cell phone isn't good at cuddling?"

"My cell phone sucks at cuddling," she replied, laughing a little bit but mostly staying serious. "I know, I know. You're a man. You don't cuddle. But I wish you did, and I wish you were here, and I wish you'd cuddle with me."

I stayed silent. She was right - I am that guy. I don't cuddle after sex. I'm okay with sleeping in the same bed, but I don't hug and kiss and stroke when it's over.

And yet.. I wanted to with her. I had no idea what this girl looked like, how she smelled, how she felt.. nothing. But right then, in that moment, I would have given up a lot just to stroke her arm for a few minutes and help her come down from her high properly.

I felt that. But I couldn't bring myself to say that.

"Two weeks from tonight, I'll be back home, Kelly," I said. "Just a little bit longer."

She sighed. "I know. I'll try to be patient. But I suck at it."

"I'm sure that's not the only thing," I replied.

And she laughed. We got off the phone a few minutes later, and her laughter danced around in my head as I quickly drifted off to sleep.



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 06



 Note: This is the sixth chapter in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-5, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader for helping me clean it up. 

Day 5

Monday, June 15

Pensacola, FL

"You have six new voicemails."

That was my cell phone...

"Son of a bitch."

...and that was me.

"Apparently, I'm a really fucking popular guy today," I said out loud, which was somewhat pointless considering I was the only one in my car at the time.

By the time I even noticed my phone blinking, I was on Interstate 10 halfway back to Pensacola from Mobile, Alabama, where I'd driven to catch a midday minor league baseball game. I hadn't given Scott enough notice for him to request time off, so he had to work till 5 p.m. That left me time to drive down to Hank Aaron Stadium in southern Alabama and take in a game. 

I left my phone in the car to charge during the game, though, and at some point during the 45-minute drive back to Pensacola, I saw it blinking. Before I even opened the phone, the LED screen warned me that I had 13 text messages. When I flipped it open, I saw that I'd missed eight calls and had some voice messages. 

The first message did not bode well.

"What the fuck did you do?" I heard Scott's yelling voice ask. "Lynette is fucking pissed at me. She says I'm cheating on her. Something about a message from some chick named Stacy. The only Stacy I know is my aunt in fucking Chicago, man. I don't know what this is, but you better fucking fix it!"

"Shit," I said, again to no one in particular. Stacy had apparently returned my call, but whatever she'd said on the message, it made Lynette think she was calling for Scott. Perfectly understandable, considering I had called from his phone and given her his number. She knew my name, but she might not have used it on the voicemail.

The next one was Scott again, about 20 minutes after the first one, and even more pissed. Not long after that, Lynette had called.

"So, some fucking whore left a voicemail on Scott's machine," she said. Her voice sounded wild and panicked - nothing like the controlled but sultry tones she'd used to flirt with both Scott and I the night before. "He said it was for you, but I think he's a lying sack of shit. Anyway, my number's on your phone now. Call me."

Scott was also the fourth one, and he hadn't calmed down at all. Thankfully, the last two were the two main women in my life - my mom, calling just to check on me, and Kelly. The timestamp was from five minutes before I left the stadium.

"Baby... I wonder what your face is like right now, now that I just called you that. Anyway, I know you told me your phone would be in the car while you went to the game, but I wanted to leave you a message anyway. Eating lunch, from Jack In The Box, and thinking about you. How horny you got me last night. We definitely need to do that again, as soon as possible. Call me. Bye."

Even on my voicemail, that woman's voice had my dick ready to go all George Washington on a cherry tree.

The voice messages out of the way, I quickly rifled through the text messages. There were only two that hadn't been covered in the voicemail. One was from Becky, who'd texted to tell me that she and Paul were going to move in together and to thank me for pushing them together. I smiled and made a mental note to call her later. The other was from a guy I had just met, right before I left the ballpark. 

I tried Scott's cell phone, but I got his voicemail. He must have been teaching. Then I dialed Lynette's number, the one she'd called from, but it was turned off and sent me straight to voicemail. I couldn't fix things with either of them right now, and I didn't have Stacy's number with me. So instead, I did what I would have preferred to do anyway.

"Are you still on your lunch break?" I asked when Kelly answered.

"Yes," she replied. "I get 15 more minutes away from the high school kids who work for me and the future heart patients they sell food to."

"Damn," I said. "Not nearly long enough for me to get you off."

"Says who?" Kelly replied. "With your voice, I could be done in three."

"I'm sure you could," I answered. "But I don't perform those kind of services. If you want the best, you have to allow enough time for the best. And we don't have that kind of time at the moment."

"Oooh," she said. "So you're the best now, huh?"

"I've always been the best," I answered. "I just wanted to stay at least a little modest until I had you hooked."

"You never had to be modest then," she said. "I was hooked from the first phone call."

"Damn," I said. "All this time, I could have been acting like a cocky S.O.B."

I never finished the statement, but I didn't need to.

"Oh well," she said. "I'm sitting in my car right now anyway, and the last thing I need is for one of the kids to come out here and catch the manager playing with herself."

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Like he'd tell on you."

"Probably not," she agreed. "Still, doesn't mean I want to give him a free show."

"Come on, Kelly," I said. "He's a teenager in the mecca of Mormonville. He's probably never even made it halfway to first base. The least you can do is give him something to deposit in the spank bank for later."

She laughed. Life was good.

"So, your turn," she said, reminding me that it was my day to try not to say anything that would repulse her. Luckily, I had something all lined up and ready to go.

"Can I just tell you a story instead?" I asked.

"No. This is supposed to be something about you," she replied.

"It will be," I said. "It will probably tell you a lot about me."

"Oh," she said. "Well, sure then. If you can pack it into.. what.. 14 minutes, now?" 

"I'll do my best."

*******

As I approached the home clubhouse at Hank Aaron Stadium, I noticed the three rather attractive women loitering near the entrance almost immediately. None of them were wearing all that much, clearly trying to beat the oppressive summer heat. They all looked fairly drunk - their faces were flushed, they were sweating slightly, and I heard some slurred speech as I passed the group. They had stamps on their hands, meaning they were old enough to drink. Or at least, it meant they had some good fake IDs.

"Waiting for someone?" I asked. The shorter blonde smiled and lowered her eyes to the ground, the redhead started giggling, and the tall blonde simply nodded at me with a grin.

"We've talked to Kellen before and after games since the season started," she said. "We want to actually meet him now."

I nodded back at her, then looked over at the 10-year-old kid and his father, who'd been walking with me until I reached the clubhouse door.

"I'll be right back," I said. "And Ted?" I addressed the father as I pointed at the girls. "Don't let them go anywhere."

I smiled at all of them and opened the door to the Mobile BayBears' locker room. No one noticed me or even looked up. The trick was to act like you were supposed to be there. It won't fool a good security guard or any decently trained cop, but since there was no security at the door, simply blending in was enough to not attract attention.

I scanned the locker room but didn't see who I was looking for. I did spot a staircase leading down to a basement, though, and I figured it was a private tunnel that allowed the players to get from the field to the clubhouse without having to pass through the fans. So I waited.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps and I saw the player climbing the steps. He looked up to see me standing at the top and simply gave me a nod. I probably looked like a reporter or some sort of team official, and he saw those all the time.

"Kellen Howard, right?" I asked. He stopped and turned toward me.

"Yeah," he said. "What's up?"

"I'm Brad Carver," I replied, sticking my hand out. He shook it. "Quite a show you put on out there today."

"Thanks," he replied. "Tanner doesn't think it's ever been done before, and you don't get the chance to do something like that every day."

"I would guess not," I said. "I mean, just hitting four homers in one game, that happens maybe once a year in the entire league, right? But to get lucky enough to have the bases loaded every time?"

He grinned. "Yeah. My teammates were getting it done today, too."

According to the program in my hand, Kellen stood about 6-foot-4 and tipped the scales at 235 pounds. He was a farm kid from Hays, Kansas, and he looked every bit the part. His eyes started darting around, looking like he wanted to head to his locker. I raised the ball I'd been holding into view.

"There's no way of knowing if I'm telling the truth or not, but this is the last grand slam you hit, in the bottom of the eighth inning," I said, and his eyes went wild.

"Actually, there is," he said. "I wanted to see about getting the ball, but the guys upstairs in the video room told me a guy wearing a bright orange polo shirt and wearing a black Atlanta Braves cap had caught it. I figured there was no way I'd get it back."

I looked down at my clothes, then took my hat off and looked at it.

"Yeah, I guess that's me," I said.

"Wow," he replied. It got awkward for a moment - clearly, he didn't want to ask me for the ball, but he'd just admitted to wanting it.

"Can you do me a favor?" I asked. His eyes clouded a little bit, as he probably thought I wanted money. I quickly got to the next part. "I actually wasn't trying to catch it. A 10-year-old kid named A.J. was sitting in front of me in the bleachers, and you hit it right to him. It bounced off his glove and landed right in my lap."

"Nice," Kellen replied. Then: "Wait. You didn't give him the ball?"

"Actually, I did," I replied. "But I talked him into giving it to you, instead."

He was stunned. "How?"

"It doesn't matter."

Still stunned.

"I'm a pretty big baseball fan, though, and I know a lot about the minor leagues and prospects," I said. "I know you're going to be an All-Star with the Arizona Diamondbacks within five years, or someone else if they're dumb enough to trade you. And I know there are six or seven other guys on this team who are sure-fire big leaguers, too. So, if it's not too much to ask, can you trade this kid a baseball signed by the team?"

I held the ball out to him. He had every opportunity to snatch it from me and then demand I leave. Instead, he dropped his equipment bag as a big smile spread across his face.

"I have a better idea," he said, and immediately went to Melvin Tanner's office. Tanner was the BayBears' manager. Before he went in, I told him I'd be back.

I ducked back outside to tell Ted and A.J. that Kellen had agreed, and that I'd just be one more minute. I winked at the girls and told them to sit tight, too. I'd only been back inside for a couple of minutes when Kellen and Tanner came out of the office. Tanner had three boxes of brand new baseballs in his arms. Kellen told his teammates what he wanted, and I watched in stunned silence as every single player on the team signed a baseball and threw it into an equipment bag with the Arizona Diamondbacks' logo on it. Kellen took off the jersey he was wearing and signed it with a Sharpie, addressing it to A.J. Another player, Pedro Canon, did the same with his jersey. Pedro had been on base for all four grand slams, and he'd also made a highlight-reel catch to stop another fan from catching a home run hit by the other team. He was one of the other sure-fire prospects I'd mentioned. The winning pitcher for the game, Leo Lozano, signed his hat and laid it on the table along with the two jerseys.

Kellen nodded at me, and I went outside to get Ted and A.J. I motioned for the girls to stay put just one more minute.

A.J. was in awe when he saw what the team was giving him. There were 28 baseballs in the bag, as the manager and two coaches had thrown one in as well. Kellen and A.J. posed for a picture, and all the players came up to shake A.J.'s hand. Ted was standing near the wall, almost in tears as he saw his son having the time of his life.

"Why did you decide to give it back to me?" Kellen asked A.J.

"Well, if you don't want it," A.J. replied, and everyone laughed.

"No, I definitely do," Kellen replied. "But, I don't think anyone's ever hit four grand slams in a professional game, major league or minor league. This ball would be worth a lot of money. It's pretty awesome that you're letting me have it back."

A.J. smiled. I had told him about the money.

"I was going to keep it," A.J. responded. "But I told Brad I was in little league here, and he asked me how I would feel if I hit four home runs in a game, if I would want the last ball. I said, yeah, if I could find it. He asked me who I thought that ball would mean the most to. I said probably my mom or dad, or me. He said he thought you'd probably feel the same way."

Ted and I just stood on the back wall as Kellen looked up at us.

"So, I thought about it and decided to give it you. Besides, I'm going to play in the majors someday, so I won't need the money." Kellen, Ted and a couple of nearby players smiled at that, as did I, as A.J. continued. "You're the one who hit four grand slams in the game. You should get to decide what happens to the ball."

"Wow," Kellen said. "I can't thank you enough."

"Yeah, you can," A.J. said, pointing at the baseballs, the two jerseys and two hats. While they were talking, someone else had signed the bill of their BayBears cap and tossed it onto the table. "This stuff, this is awesome. Brad said he would try to get me an autographed ball, but this is great."

Melvin Tanner walked over to shake A.J.'s hand and talk to him for a few moments, and I beckoned Kellen over.

"Thank you so much," Kellen said. "I know a lot of fans think all pro players are jackasses, but this really means a lot to me."

"Hey, like A.J. said, you're the one that put on the show," I said. "We should all be thanking you for letting us witness history."

We shook hands, but I held the shake as he tried to pull away. I pulled him closer, to where he could hear me talking softly.

"There are three girls outside waiting for you by the bleachers," I said, and his eyes went wide again. "I don't know what your life has been like, but I doubt you saw anything like them in Kansas."

"You know them?" Kellen asked.

"No," I shook my head. "They were standing there when I walked up, but it wasn't hard to tell who they wanted to meet. I told 'em I'd try to introduce them."

Kellen waited while I shook hands with Ted, A.J. and Melvin Tanner. Ted thanked me profusely, almost as much as Kellen had thanked A.J. Kellen and I left the clubhouse then. The girls were still waiting, now standing right in front of the door. They all smiled when we came out.

Kellen may have grown up in the middle of nowhere, but he'd learned how to talk to the ladies somewhere along the way. Within two minutes of introducing them, he'd gone back into the clubhouse to get his phone and was back outside exchanging phone numbers. They made plans to meet at the redhead's house later that night. 

The taller blonde slid up next to me, cupped my crotch very obviously, and told me I was invited as well. Kellen nodded vigorously at her suggestion, and her two friends smiled and giggled.

"No, thanks," I said. "I've gotta get back to Pensacola. I might have some action set up there myself. Besides, this is about Kellen. He hit four grand slams. Come to think of it, there's only three of you. You need to find a friend and bring her with you tonight, so he can have one for every slam."

Immediately, the three girls began discussing that idea. Kellen pulled me aside.

"Seriously, man," he said. "What's in all of this for you? You give the kid his ball back, talk him into giving it to me, and then these girls.. man, you know I wasn't going to walk out this door. I would have used the door that leads into the parking lot on the other side of the clubhouse, and I never would have seen them. There's gotta be something I can do for you."

I thought about my future plans. A year before I'd left the Marines, I started developing a plan to get into business for myself down the road. Though things were certainly not anywhere near this stage yet, I saw a point in the future where being connected with a millionaire All-Star baseball player could definitely come in handy.

"Like I said, Kellen," I said. "I'm a baseball geek. Let's trade phone numbers and e-mail addresses so I can keep in touch, and that will be more than enough."

He didn't seem convinced, but he nodded anyway. He grabbed his cell and dialed my phone number, letting it ring all the way to voicemail before he hung up. He then sent me a text message with his e-mail address. I'd left my phone in the car to charge the battery, but I told him I'd send him an e-mail soon.

"You sure you don't wanna get in on this tonight?" Kellen asked, waving his hand at the trio of women, who were now on their cell phones.

"I'm sure, man," I replied. "Thanks anyway."

We shook hands, and as I turned the corner, I saw A.J. and his dad leave the clubhouse and start talking to Kellen again.

Not bad for an afternoon's work, I thought.

*******

"You turned down an orgy?" Kelly asked.

"I tell you that whole story, and your first question is about the sex?" I asked in return.

"Yes, because you turned down an orgy," she replied. "That's not the Brad we all know and love."

"How do you know? I was turning down an orgy the day we met," I said.

"True," she said. "But that was so you could talk to me, which makes perfect sense. You passed on this one with no guarantees you'll get laid later."

"Oh, I will," I said. "I might have to stop Scott from trying to castrate me beforehand, but if I can manage that..."

I filled her in on the situation with Scott, Lynette and Stacy's message on the answering machine, and it cracked Kelly up.

"I'm glad I can inject some humor into your otherwise taco-filled life, dear," I said. If I thought that would make her stop laughing so hard, I was sorely mistaken.

"Good job, Brad," she said when she finally had enough air to talk. "You're not even there a whole day and you're already making his girlfriend dump him."

"Yeah, well, what can I say?" I replied. "I work quickly. And speaking of working quickly..."

"Yeah, I know," she said, and I could almost see her rolling her eyes. Except, I had no idea what color those eyes were, or what the face surrounding them looked like. "I should get back in there before the kids torch the place. You'll have something to tell me tonight, right?"

"I hope so," I said. "Go to work."

"I'm going, I'm going."

*******

"This better work," Scott said. We'd been at T.G.I. Friday's for five minutes, and he was already working on his second beer.

"It will, Scott," I replied. "It better, anyway. I plan to get laid tonight, and you beating the shit out of me would put a slight damper on that."

"Damn right it would," he said. "I'm expecting to get some, too. And if I don't get some, nobody gets some. At least not anyone sleeping at my house."

Before I could reply, the front door to the restaurant opened and Stacy swept in. It would have been easy to miss her, as she stood just barely over 5 feet tall, but she caught the attention of every male in the immediate area. I'm sure some of the women were looking as well. 

The most obvious attraction was her chest. It had been pretty well contained last night and was again tonight, but when you're that well-endowed, no bra in the world can completely hide the goods. Her face was very attractive as well. She must have been wearing contacts the night before, because tonight she was wearing glasses. She was also wearing a lemon-colored blouse and black slacks, quite the departure from the low-cut red top, almost too-short mini-skirt (if there is such a thing) and four-inch heels she'd been wearing the night before. In the light of the restaurant lobby, her freckles stood out a little bit more, but that did nothing to hurt my interest.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 06



Our table was in easy view of the front door, and she spotted us quickly.

"Hey, Brad," she said as she walked over to us. I stood up to meet her.

"Stacy," I replied, hugging her for a moment before stepping back to take a better look. "You look even better than you did yesterday."

"Oh, bullshit," she said, blushing slightly. "Last night I was dressed to attract attention. Today I'm dressed to attract paper clips and staplers."

"Well, it worked last night," I said, "And while I can't speak for the office supplies, what you're wearing now is working pretty well for me, too."

I pulled her chair out for her, but before she could take it, I grabbed her arm and pulled her into a kiss. She wasn't expecting it, but she got into it pretty quickly. We didn't let it linger long enough to make anyone else in the restaurant nauseous, but I made sure it proved the point. The look on Scott's face was part amusement and part shock.

"You met my friend Scott last night, I think?" I asked Stacy when I let her breathe. She had yet to even acknowledge Scott's presence, but she turned a warm smile on him as I introduced them.

"I think I saw him once, yeah," she said. "I never did get his name."

"And this is Scott's girlfriend, Lynette," I replied as the taller brunette girl turned the corner and walked up behind Stacy. Stacy was going for a simple handshake, but Lynette had other ideas, pulling the much shorter girl into a hug that put her face in close contact with Lynette's breasts.

"Very charming," Stacy said as she finally sat down. Her cheeks were flushed, but I wasn't sure if it was from our kiss or her introduction to Lynette's chest. 

"So, Scott," I said, and all three turned their attention to me. "Does your girlfriend have a problem admitting when she's wrong?"

He grinned, and we both looked at Lynette, who was trying to shrink into her chair. Stacy looked baffled.

"Or, I guess a better question," I said. "How are you planning to punish her for not trusting you?"

"I'm not sure," he replied. "You have any ideas?"

"Several, yes," I answered, and despite her embarrassment, Lynette smirked at me. "Stacy? What about you?"

"I'm confused, mostly," she said, which I expected. I didn't expect her to leer at Lynette the way she did, though. "But for her? Yeah, I can think of a couple things."

Scott raised his eyebrows at that, and Lynette licked her lips for Stacy's benefit.

"You got me in trouble this morning," I said to Stacy. "I gave you Scott's home number, so you left a message on his machine. But didn't use my name, and Lynette just assumed it was for Scott."

"Oh, shit," Stacy said.

"Yeah, so I've been trying to piece that back together all day," I continued. "Lynette was hanging out over at the bar when you walked in, so she could see that you were really here to meet me."

"Trust me, I am," Stacy said, placing a hand on my arm. "He made some promises over drinks last night, and if this really is his last night here, I'm gonna make sure he makes good on them."

"You?" Scott asked. "Make promises?"

"Yeah, that might have been me," I said. "Actually, Lynette, I was trying to get Scott to play my wing man for Stacy's friend, but he wouldn't budge. Something about you twisting his nuts into origami."

I'd said that mainly for Lynette's benefit, and I could tell from reading Scott's face that he appreciated it. He had dutifully flirted a little bit with Stacy's taller, blonde friend, but she wasn't even playing the same sport as Lynette, much less in the same league. There was never any doubt he'd be leaving alone, and when I'd finally met Lynette later that evening, I understood why.

Just then, the waitress showed up to get everyone's drink order. Scott's tastes hadn't changed since high school - the only difference was that he could legally order his Fat Tire now instead of talking an adult into buying it for him. Lynette ordered a Jack & Coke - my kind of woman - and Stacy ordered some kind of frozen margarita. I knew I was hitting the road at 7 a.m. the following morning, so I stayed safe with a Miller Lite.

"Well, anyway," Stacy said when the waitress walked away, "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, really," Lynette said, briefly brushing the redhead's hand with her own. "It was a misunderstanding on my part. I should be more trusting."

"And besides," I added. "If not for this, Scott and Lynette wouldn't have had the chance to leave... oh... 14 f-bombs on my voicemail this afternoon. If nothing else, I know I don't have to teach them how to talk dirty to each other."

That got a chuckle out of everyone else, and the conversation flowed from there. Occasionally, it was Scott and I talking about Marine Corps stuff, or just things from back home, while Stacy and Lynette chatted about living in Pensacola and what the other one did for a living. Scott and Lynette made small talk while I flirted with Stacy, and Stacy and Scott chatted idly while Lynette and I broke into side conversations, mostly about Scott.

The conversation wasn't entirely based in sexual innuendos, but there was definitely some sexual tension there now that no one was accusing anyone of cheating. Stacy's glance drifted back over to Lynette's cleavage every few minutes, and truthfully, I was having a hard time not looking myself. Stacy's right hand had taken up permanent residence on my left thigh shortly after we'd sat down, and Lynette's left hand claimed my right leg just as the food showed up. I could only guess that Lynette was using her right hand to do things to Scott under the table of which the elderly couple at the next table would simply not approve.

Finally, the dessert Stacy and Lynette were sharing arrived. You know -- rich chocolate cake, chocolate fudge sauce, white chocolate icing, mammoth scoop of chocolate-drizzled vanilla ice cream. The kind of thing you take a look at and you can hear your bathroom scale protesting. 

As they indulged - Scott and I stayed out of it for the aforementioned reasons - I surveyed the alcohol levels of the other three. Stacy was close enough to the bottom of her third margarita when the food showed up that the waitress brought her a fourth, and I guessed that one would be dry by the time we left. Lynette had ordered her Jack & Coke in a regular tall glass and had plowed through two of those. Scott had four empty bottles in front of him, and was about to add a fifth to the collection. 

For my part, I'd ordered a Sprite after my first and only beer, and had switched to water after that. The other three needled me pretty incessantly about it, but if the night went where I was pretty sure it was heading, I'd thank myself later.

"Well, I'm ready to go," Scott said when the girls were done trying to self-induce sugar shock.

"You're always ready to go," Lynette fired back.

"And I've not once heard you complain," Scott said, standing up and pulling out Lynette's chair.

"If what I heard last night is any indication, she's got no reason to," I smirked as I helped Stacy out of her chair. She just looked lost again - Scott and Lynette, on the other hand, stared at me wide-eyed like I'd let the family secret slip. After a second though, both shocked looks were replaced by guilty grins.

"I keep telling her to keep it down," Scott said, feigning remorse.

"That's on you, bro," I said. When he shot me a quizzical look, I continued. "Women only get loud if you give them a reason."

"Are you going to give me a reason?" Stacy said, hooking onto my arm as we headed outdoors. She may not have known all the dynamics and the specifics we were talking about, but she could still keep up.

"We're going to find out," Lynette responded, to which I just rolled my eyes and laughed. Scott shook his head in an effort not to laugh, and I caught Stacy licking her lips out of the corner of my eye.

"Where are we going and how are we getting there?" Scott asked when we hit the parking lot.

"Lynette looks ready to jump you," I said, "so my guess is, you two are headed to your house."

"What about you?" Lynette asked, her eyes flicking back and forth between Stacy and I. I was about to say that we were heading to Stacy's place, but Stacy spoke up first.

"We'll follow you." I raised my eyebrows a little bit but said nothing. It was Lynette's turn to lick her lips now. 

"Sounds good," Scott said as he and Lynette headed toward his car. I turned to Stacy and found her dangling a set of keys in my face.

"You drink too much?" I asked, taking them from her and leading her to the passenger side of her Honda Prelude.

"No," she said. "Well, probably. But that's not the reason. It's just much easier to go down on you if I'm not driving."

I couldn't get in the car fast enough. Stacy waited until we were away from the lights of the parking lot, but not much past that. Her fingers quickly took care of my belt and my zipper, and within seconds, I was getting my second driver's seat blowjob in as many days.

Stacy wasn't quite as good as Sonya the day before, but she wasn't going all out like Sonya had been, either. Stacy took her time, licking slowly up and down either side of my cock, occasionally popping it into her mouth but never letting it stay there too long. She knew what she was doing, though - every now and again, her tongue would slide over the skin on the underside of my cock, just below the head, and I'd inhale sharply.

In short: Was she going to make me cum? No. Was she making it difficult to follow Scott's taillights as he weaved through Pensacola traffic? Incredibly.

I wasn't just sitting there enjoying it, though. One of the benefits of Stacy being so short was with her leaned over like this, my arm was long enough to reach down to her ass with room to spare. As she continued bobbing up and down on my dick, I started gently rubbing her ass with my free hand, which made her moan around my dick. I almost rear-ended Scott's Yukon.

Once we got going again, I stopped with all the niceties and spanked Stacy's ass. Her head jerked up off of my dick for a brief moment, and even though it was mostly dark outside, I could still see the fire in her eyes when she looked up at me.

"I am so fucking your brains out tonight," she said.

"Yes, you are," I said, moving my hand from her ass up to the back of her head. I pulled her hair a little bit - the fire flared up again - and then pushed her head back down. "It's getting cold."

Stacy went back to work, and I started moving my fingers closer and closer to the crack of her ass. My arm wasn't quite long enough to reach her pussy from behind in this position, but I got as close as I could, running my fingers over her asshole and both cheeks, stopping every so often to land another stinging palm on her ass. Each time I connected just a little bit harder, and each time she moaned around my cock just a little bit louder.

After about 10 minutes of driving, the neighborhood started getting familiar. Scott and I had gone on a five-mile run that morning, and I started recognizing the street names and some of the houses we'd passed. A few moments later, Scott pulled into his parking lot, with me trailing behind.

Stacy packed my now rock-hard rod back into my khakis as I parked next to Scott and pulled my zipper back up. She neglected my belt, though, and as we got out of the car, Lynette noticed it.

"Brad, you're supposed to wait to get inside before you start stripping," she said.

"Tell Stacy that," I quipped. "She's a better undresser than she is a dresser."

Stacy blushed and pulled me forward. Scott unlocked his apartment door, and Stacy and I were the first ones through it. We didn't worry about light switches, furniture or anyone who might be watching. We simply found the closest flat surface - in this case, the La-Z-Boy in Scott's living room - and fell onto it together.

We made out feverishly for a few moments before Stacy realized we had an audience. Of course, I knew that, but didn't much care. For some reason, though, it made Stacy pause. She broke off the kiss and turned to see Scott leaning against the wall near his bedroom door, his arm wrapped around Lynette's chest as she leaned into him.

"Keep going," Lynette said, followed by Scott's addition of "Yeah, don't mind us."

I looked at Stacy, but she didn't do anything. She looked back at me tentatively.

"I wouldn't have guessed this, but I think she's a little bit concerned about the spectators," I said.

"Spectators watch the game," Lynette said, more to Stacy than to me. "We're going to be playing it right along with you."

With that, Scott turned Lynette to where she was facing him, then spun both of them around and pushed her up against the wall. His mouth went to hers, and his right hand dipped between her legs.

"God, I wish his apartment was another mile away from here," Lynette said, breaking away from their lip lock for a second. The statement was directed at Stacy, but Lynette would have had to wait an awfully long time for a response. So, I went ahead and answered.

"And why's that?" 

"Because I was about 10 seconds from cumming on his fingers when we pulled into the parking lot."

Stacy bit her lip, but she still stared ahead, transfixed. I watched her for a couple more seconds, and then I got an idea. I reached over and grabbed Stacy by the hair - not hard, but hard enough to make my point. Her eyes snapped onto mine.

"You know, most places, it's considered rude not to finish what you started."

As I talked, I took Stacy's hand and guided it to my lap. My cock was still rock hard, and it was straining against my pants. I pulled her face back toward mine and pushed our lips together, immediately picking up where we left off. It didn't take long for the heat to return. She pushed me backward on the recliner, grinding her hips into my dick as she fought back against my lips. I roughly kneaded her breasts, pinching nipples I could tell were hard even through her shirt.

"Easier to do this without clothes on," I said, rolling her off onto the arm of the recliner. I quickly yanked off her yellow top, admiring the huge breasts I'd be unlocking in just a second, and then briefly paused to let her slide my orange polo shirt off. We took care of our own pants, me shucking my khakis quickly while it took her just a little bit longer to get rid of her black slacks. That left me in just my boxers and Stacy in a bra and panties combination that matched her bright yellow shirt.

She hopped back onto my lap, immediately rubbing her panty-clad pussy against my dick, which was thankful to be out of the jeans but still annoyed with the flimsy cotton of my boxers. Her bra was one of those front-fasteners, for which I silently thanked the fashion gods. I made short work of that, and couldn't hold back a whistle when her breasts spilled into view.

"Spend a lot of time working out our back muscles, do we?" I asked, and she blushed. I'd known she was stacked since I'd met her the previous night, but both the outfits she'd worn had done a great job of concealing her tits. They were at least a D-cup -- maybe even bigger -- and looked completely out of place on a girl that stood just barely five feet tall.

"You would think a 5-foot girl who weighed 130 pounds was overweight," she said, nodding in response to my question. "I'm just proportioned differently."

"Different, huh?" I asked as I cupped one heavy breast in each hand. I squeezed them together and brushed my tongue across both nipples at the same time. She shivered and let out a little squeal as she nodded.

"Different is good," I finished, then quickly buried my face in her cleavage, licking and sucking every inch I could get my tongue and lips on. She squealed again as I pinched her nipples between my fingers and tugged. I quickly discovered that Stacy wasn't a moaner - she was a shrieker. Every time I hit a sensitive spot with either my mouth or my fingers, she let out a yelp, followed by a small giggle. As I massaged her breasts, she started bouncing up and down on my lap like we were already past the foreplay. That sounded just fine to my dick - at that point, I'm pretty sure it was ready to declare war on Fruit of the Loom and whatever company had manufactured her panties.

After a few minutes, I picked her up and carried her over to the couch, laying her down and removing her panties as her legs slid from my arms. I knelt down on the couch between her legs, and before I got started, I quickly readjusted so my cock could poke through my boxers. Much, much better.

"Holy shit," Lynette said, and for the first time since we started peeling off clothes, Stacy and I realized we had company. Lynette's skirt and panties lay in a heap on the floor, and Scott was using them as kneepads. He'd thrown her left leg over his right shoulder and pressed her against the wall as he went down on her, but when she pointed us out, he turned around to see what she was talking about.

"Daaaaamn," Scott echoed his girlfriend's comments. "You could beat the shit out of someone with those things."

"Who says I haven't?" Stacy replied, grinning devilishly at my best friend and his girlfriend across the room. Scott lingered a little bit longer looking at Stacy's chest, then turned his attention back to Lynette. I chose not to say anything. Instead, I turned around and thrust my tongue into Stacy's pussy.

"FUCK!" she said, replacing one of those shrieks with actual English just this once. She quickly went back to the shrieking as I feverishly worked on her pussy with my mouth. I tongue-fucked her as deeply as possible, rubbing my nose back and forth across her clit repeatedly. She kept shrieking, but she started thrashing from side to side as well.

It didn't take long. Just a couple minutes after I'd gone to work, she gripped my hair as tightly as she could, trying her best to hold me in place as her pussy spasmed around my tongue. Thankfully, I thought, the shrieking didn't increase in volume as she came, or we'd have been interrupted by Pensacola's finest within a few minutes. Instead, she just grunted a few times and announced that she was cumming, which I was sure drew Scott and Lynette's attention.

I kept it up throughout her orgasm, and made no move to stop even when she calmed down. I'd only been down there a couple minutes, and even if she had cum, she deserved more than that. She kept up the intermittent yelping each time my tongue flicked against her clit, and she definitely liked it when I slipped a finger into her snatch. 

"What happened to finishing what I started?" Stacy asked when she had enough oxygen in her lungs to do so. 

I grinned into her pussy. Without pulling away, I just said, "I'm not stopping you."

"Turn over," she said. I rolled over onto my back and grabbed her hips, pulling her down to sit on my face. She pulled my boxers down around my calves and lay down on top of me, going back to work on my cock immediately. It had been doing its best flagpole impression since the parking lot at T.G.I. Fridays, and the few minutes in Stacy's car weren't nearly enough.

I could see Scott and Lynette from where I was laying on the couch, and I watched as she spun him around and forced him back against the wall. She undid his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, and she giggled as his cock slapped her in the cheek. I couldn't really tell from my spot on the couch, especially with Stacy's snatch blocking most of my view, but he looked to be about the same size as me, somewhere in the 7- or 8-inch range. 

Yeah, I know. Guys aren't supposed to check out other guys, but come on. What's life if not one giant competition, anyway?

Scott tossed his head back as Lynette went to work on him, and I was forced to do the same after a few seconds. Clearly, Stacy had oral skills that she hadn't shown off in the car. She couldn't deep throat me - or at least, she hadn't yet - but I felt all but one or two inches slip past her lips every time she lowered her head. If she'd done this to me in the car, I probably would have been cumming before we hit the parking lot.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 06



Her intensity made me redouble my efforts on her pussy. I pulled her hips down hard on my face time and time again, driving my tongue in as far as I could with each thrust. I used one hand to pinch one of her nipples, which were conveniently sticking out as she squashed her chest against my stomach. I used the index finger of my other hand to gently rub around the pink rosebud of her asshole.

I felt her shriek again, but this time, my cock was stuffed down her throat and all it did was enhance the blowjob. She pulled up long enough to drop a couple of expletives, then fell back onto my cock. Occasionally, she pulled my cock out and slapped it against her cheek before driving me back down her throat.

She was thrusting her hips into my face, trying to force my tongue deeper. I knew she was close to cumming again, and truthfully, so was I. I didn't want to come from her blowjob, though, so I had to take care of her quickly. I moved my right hand under her leg and slid it over to pussy, rubbing her inner thigh along the way. I also got my index finger nice and lubed up, using a combination of her juices and my own saliva. I pushed that finger into her ass at the same exact moment I pinched her clit with my free hand, and I could only lay there and take it as the fireworks went off.

She sat straight up, pulling up off my cock and damn near breaking my finger off in her ass. She started babbling and shouting incoherently, and I quickly adjusted my arm angle to pump in and out of her ass while I furiously rubbed her clit. Of course, my tongue deep inside her pussy probably played the biggest role in her showering me with enough juices to really leave a mess. If Lynette had been worried about leaving a stain on the couch before, there was definitely going to be one now.

When she was finished, she collapsed on top of me, her back rising and falling frantically as she struggled to get back to breathing evenly. Sometime during our 69 session, Scott and Lynette had turned to the side. She was still blowing him, but both of them were looking at us now.

"That was pretty damn hot," Scott said. Lynette didn't pull Scott's cock out of her mouth, but she smiled as widely as she could around it and gave us some mock applause.

Even while they were commenting, I was still rock hard and was nowhere near through with Stacy. I slowly slid her down my body, the sweat covering both our torsos and legs making that an easy process. When her pussy finally met my pubic hair, I grabbed her arms and pulled backward, causing her to sit up. My khakis had landed just in front of the couch, and I quickly retrieved a condom from my wallet, tossing it on my leg. She knew what I wanted instantly and made short work of the wrapper, tossing it on the floor with our clothes. She rolled it onto my cock in no time, and a few seconds later, she was bouncing up and down on my cock. Even from behind, I could see the outer edges of her tits bouncing wildly as she repeatedly slammed down on my cock. 

Stacy was giving Scott and Lynette a full frontal view of her chest and pussy now, but whatever hesitation she'd experienced when we'd first arrived at Scott's apartment was long gone. She cupped her breasts, although her hands were nowhere near large enough to get all of them. She moaned loudly and randomly called out my name, the earlier shrieking apparently gone now that we were actually fucking. 

"Pull my hair," she said as she looked over her shoulder. It wasn't a request. I did just that, causing her to squeal as I pulled her head backward. Every few seconds she looked back at me and bit her lip or batted her eyes, but the rest of the time, her gaze was locked on Lynette's mouth and Scott's cock. As she watched them, her language grew increasingly dirty, and I started to realize what she was doing.

"Hey, Scott," I said, and he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Stacy's putting on a show over here. Think it's time you guys gave her one back."

He grinned and pulled out of Lynette's mouth. She looked none too pleased by that - apparently, she hadn't heard anything I'd said. Her dismay quickly vanished when Scott pulled her to her feet and led her over to the couch. He shot me a maniacal grin as he bent her over the arm, putting his girlfriend's face less than a foot away from Stacy's. Hell, when Lynette bent over, she put one arm on the back of the couch and the other hand on my right foot to stabilize herself.

"Son of a BITCH!" Lynette cried out as Scott plunged into her with just one stroke. I swear, the force of his hips as he slammed into her would have been enough to move the couch if it wasn't already against a wall. It wasn't just a one-time deal, either - each subsequent stroke was just as strong.

"You like yours slow and hard, huh?" Stacy said, clearly talking to Lynette. After her earlier shyness, I was a little shocked at the sudden boldness in her voice.

"At first," Lynette replied. "What about you?"

"I like everything," Stacy replied. At the moment, I was using short, quick bursts of my hips to meet her downward thrusts. "Right now, I'm loving what he's doing."

"And what is he doing?" Lynette asked. Stacy may have come out of her shell, but it was obvious that Lynette was used to being in control.

"Oh, God," Stacy said as I reached around to lightly rub her clit. My other hand was on her hip, forcing her down hard on my cock. "He's fucking me fast, thrusting up as I'm going down..."

She trailed off, and no one said anything for a minute until Scott said, "Fuck, Lynette. That's sexy as hell."

It didn't sound like something I should miss, so I bent sideways to get a look at what he was talking about. Lynette's lips were locked onto Stacy's left nipple, and she was whimpering around it, which was clearly working for Stacy. The redhead bouncing on my lap had her right hand curled up in Lynette's hair, holding her to her chest.

"Oh, God," Stacy said. "That feels so good."

"You like her sucking your titties, baby?" I asked. Stacy just moaned in response. I reached around her right side to tweak the other nipple while Lynette stayed latched onto the first. I felt a tongue on my fingers a few seconds later, and switched hands so Lynette could play with the other tit.

We'd been fucking for maybe 15 minutes when Stacy's voice began to climb the ladder. It started soft and low, like she was saying something only she could hear, but a few moments later, she was alternating between my name, 'Oh, God,' and a variety of expletives in a chant that was pushing the rest of us closer to the edge.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh God," Stacy started, somewhere just below soprano now. "Fuck, Brad, fuck, that's so good, Oh, God, fuck me harder, shit, oh fu-"

She never got the chance to finish the last word, because Lynette released her tit and kissed Stacy right on the mouth. We could still hear Stacy trying to speak, but it was all coming out as a muffled hum now. I couldn't see exactly what they were doing, but I hoped, just for the sake of future fantasizing, that there was tongue involved.

A few short moments later, when Stacy's voice had climbed as high as I thought it could, I gripped onto her hips with both hands and started jackhammering my hips upward, pounding into her hard and furiously. She screamed into Lynette's mouth as the combination of Lynette's tongue and my actions down below pushed her over the edge, and she came for the third time. I felt her juices engulf my cock with heat, and I could feel them trickling down my balls as well.

We'd been going at it longer than Scott and Lynette, and since I hadn't had an orgasm since the night before, I was dangerously close. I wanted to at least hold out longer than Lynette though, so I continued to fuck my hips upward into Stacy, holding on for dear life.

Thankfully, Scott decided it was his turn to put on a show, and Stacy decided to help him. He sped up his pace, not driving in quite as roughly now but blurring his hips. I could see Lynette's face tense up as his pace increased, and her eyes flew open wide when Stacy reached underneath and pinched both her nipples. Lynette wasn't quite as well endowed as Stacy, but she had nothing to be ashamed of in that department, either.

Stacy let go of one of Lynette's tits, licked her palm, and used it to swat the taller brunette girl on the ass, and that was all it took.

"Oh, FUCK! Cumming!" she announced, telling all three of us something we would have been able to guess by the successive moans that followed it. With that out of the way, I had nothing holding me back. I re-gripped Stacy's hips and pick my pace back up, which got her attention.

"You gonna cum in me, Brad?" she asked. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at me. "You gonna shoot all that cum into my pussy?"

I didn't answer. I dug my fingernails into her upper thighs as I unloaded. Stacy kept chanting for me to come for her, and I'm not entirely certain she didn't have another aftershock of her latest orgasm from all the pounding.

When I was finished, Stacy slipped off of me and laid back on my chest. My hands cupped her breasts and we kissed, passionately but not intimately, if that makes any sense. It took Scott a few more minutes and about 100 more 'Fuck me's' from Lynette, but he finally unloaded in her pussy as well, stumbling back to sit in the recliner when he was finished.

"Holy shit," Scott said.

Lynette collapsed forward onto the couch, her face landing on Stacy's left leg and mine. We all lay there spent for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath. It was especially hard for me, since Stacy' entire weight was on top of me as well as some of Lynette's. 

I felt a hand cup my balls, and knew it couldn't be Stacy's. I had her left arm trapped between my body and the back of the couch, and her right hand was tangled in Lynette's hair again. That meant it had to be Lynette. I looked down at her, and she just grinned at me as she licked Stacy's left thigh. She gave my balls one more squeeze before pulling herself up. 

"I'll be in the bedroom," Lynette said, licking her lips for Stacy's and my benefit. She turned her back on us and sauntered down the hallway, swishing her hips from side to side as she walked, putting every runway model I'd ever seen to shame. No one moved or said anything till she went into the bedroom.

"You ever done anything with a girl before?" Scott asked Stacy.

"Last year, my last year of college, I messed around with my boyfriend's roommate's sister," she said. "We just made out and felt each other up, though, and she was nowhere near that hot."

She didn't explain what she meant by "that hot," but neither Scott nor I needed her to.

"You want to go farther with Lynette?" I asked.

"You think she wants to with me?" she replied.

"Yes." That was Scott and I both simultaneously.

Stacy slid off me and stood up next to the couch, but she seemed to be waiting for something.

"Well, then," I said, swatting her on the ass lightly. She did her squeal-and-giggle thing again. "Go get her."

"What about you guys? You don't want to watch?" she asked.

"We'll do more than watch," I said, and she grinned.

"We just need to talk for a second," Scott added. I wondered how much he saw of Lynette's hand action right after he got off.

"Talking is for girls," Stacy said, and headed toward the hallway. "But I think I get it. Just don't take too long. I'm going to join your girlfriend, and I promise you... talking isn't on the agenda."

Again, Scott and I watched, transfixed, as Stacy walked down the hall, and we didn't quit until she turned the corner into the bedroom. She didn't have Lynette's figure and she wasn't showing off for us like Lynette had been, but it was still a sight to see.

"Were you expecting any of this?" I asked him.

"I was, and I wasn't," Scott said. "On the way home, I was fingering her in the passenger seat. She was talking about how hot Stacy was, and how hot she thought it would be if we all did something in the same room. We just weren't sure how you and Stacy would feel about it."

My mind flashed back to the previous night, when Kelly and I had listened to Scott and Lynette fucking. They'd probably listened to us get off, too. Apparently, Scott's mind was in the same place.

"I figured you'd be cool with whatever, especially after what happened last night," he said. "Just wasn't sure about Stacy."

"I thought the way she froze up at the beginning, that was it," I agreed.

"So, the question is, how far do we want to take it?" he asked.

"Well, we could go in the other room and see how far they're taking it now," I offered.

"We can, and I'm sure we will," Scott replied. "But that's not what I meant."

"Ah," I replied. "You saw what Lynette was doing to me, right?"

"Yeah," he answered. "She was talking about you last night in bed, asking if she could come out and get you and bring you back in to play."

"And?"

"And, I told her I was fine with that," he answered. "She was about to do that, but when she opened the door, she heard you talking on the phone."

I nodded. "So, you just decided to let me hear what was going on, instead."

"That was her idea, but yeah, I was cool with it," Scott said. "Then we heard you and... whoever that was... getting off a few minutes later."

"And?" Apparently I was all for the one-word questions tonight.

"I thought it was hot," he said. "Lyn and I have had phone sex in the past, when I've been out of town, and it's never been that hot. It got her all revved up to go another round. We were quieter about it that time. We were doing that when you shut the door. Who was that on the phone, by the way?"

"Kelly," I answered. "A girl back in Idaho."

"Ah," he said. "Ex-girlfriend you're gonna hook back up with or something?"

"Nah," I answered. "I've actually never met her. I've only known her for about five days, but I'm into her."

Scott said nothing. I'm not sure if he just didn't know what to say, or if he understood where I was coming from.

"I'll explain tomorrow morning on our run," I continued. "The night ain't over yet."

"True," he said. "So, you wanna go fuck Lynette, then?"

"Are you guys cool enough for that?" I asked. "I mean, it's cool to talk about it and all, but honestly, I'm not into ruining people's relationships, man. As much I love getting laid, and as hot as your girl is... if I hadn't been on the phone last night, and she'd come out to get me, you and I would have had to talk before I did anything."

"We're good, dude," he said, sitting up in the recliner. "We've been together about 9 months. Three months in, we started talking about bringing someone else into the relationship. We just hadn't found the right person yet."

"Well, maybe you have now," I said. "Two of them, in fact."

"Yeah," he said. "You think Stacy will mind?"

"I doubt she will," I said. "She seemed very into both of you. But if she's not, I don't have to fuck Lynette, either."

"We'll see," he said, standing up. "We better get back there before they finish without us."

I stood up and grabbed the condoms from my wallet on the table. Scott was already down the hall when I looked up, so I followed him into the bedroom.

Stacy was splayed out on the bed, her legs spread wide open. Lynette was flat on her stomach with her head in between them, and though her long, brown hair covered most of Stacy's crotch, you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what she was doing.

And if we still needed a clue, Stacy gave it to us the moment we walked in.

"Hi, Scott," she said. "Your girlfriend eats great pussy."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn, Lyn," Scott said. "You shoulda waited till we got in here. I want to see every bit of this."

"You were too slow," she said, briefly looking up from her dessert. "We just started, anyway. Enjoy the show."

"Oh, no," Stacy said. "Do more than enjoy the show. Come here."

She was looking at me when she said it, and I wasted little time kneeling on the bed with my cock next to her mouth. She turned to her right and started sucking my half-hard dick, licking it from the tip to the base, and pumping me with her hand while she flicked her tongue over the tip.

"You just going to stand there?" That was Lynette, and she was looking at Scott. That was all he needed, and within moments, Stacy was pumping my dick with her right hand while she sucked Scott's cock off to the left. She did her signature shriek every few seconds, though, which had both Scott and I looking down to see what Lynette was doing.

Her hair was still in the way, though, and Scott motioned for me to take care of it. So, I reached down and brushed her hair back over her shoulder, grazing her cheek and her ear in the process.

She looked up to see who was touching her. Seeing it was me, she smiled widely.

"Wanna share?" was all she said. 

I said even less. I leaned down, and Lynette backed up so I could reach Stacy's clit with my tongue. Because Stacy was so short, I had no problems finding an angle that let me eat her out while still keeping my cock up near her face.

Stacy went back to sucking my dick for a few seconds, getting me close to fully hard again, and then she alternated back and forth between Scott and I. Meanwhile, Lynette stuck her tongue out and licked the edges of Stacy's pussy lips while I bathed her clit. Our tongues met in the middle more than a few times, and we shared a few sloppy French kisses over Stacy's clit.

"Jesus, that's driving me fucking crazy!" Stacy exclaimed, but Scott didn't let her talk for long. She let go of my cock as she took as much of his into her mouth as she could. I extended my right arm out, and I could just barely reach Lynette's pussy. I kept fighting with her over Stacy's pussy, but started rubbing Lynette's clit, as well. She groaned and attacked Stacy's lips with her own, sucking them into her mouth as I pulled back to watch.

"Scott, your turn to share," I said after a few minutes. He leaned down and started eating out Stacy, while I slipped my fingers, drenched with Lynette's pussy juices, into Stacy's mouth.

"Have a taste," I said, and she did, drawing both fingers into her mouth as if she was giving them a blowjob. 

"Damn, girl," Stacy said. "You taste good."

Lynette's response was a muffled, "So do you." Scott grunted in agreement.

"You can get you some straight from the source in a minute," I said. "I want some more of your mouth first."

With that, Stacy took my dick back into her mouth. I was fully hard by now, and she got closer to deep throating me than she had on the couch, although there was still about an inch she couldn't take. Apparently, Scott and Lynette were doing quite a number on Stacy, though, because her moans were getting more intense, and so was the vibration on my dick.

"God, I want to fuck," Stacy said when she pulled me out of her mouth. "But first, I want to eat your pussy." Her fingers were wrapped up in Lynette's hair, and she started to pull a little bit. Scott got up and helped Lynette move on top of Stacy in the classic 69 position.

"Fuck," Scott groaned when both girls' tongues were buried in each other's pussies. "That may be the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I nodded in agreement. I briefly thought back to my Saturday night threesome in Oklahoma. These two had just met tonight, so they didn't have the passion Zia and Belinda did, but they were drunk and enthusiastic. That had to count for something.

Stacy's heavy boobs were hanging off either side of her body, even with Lynette's legs mashed into them, and I motioned to Scott to take the other one as I laid down next to her and sucked one nipple into my mouth. I kneaded the fleshy mound between my fingers and lightly spanked her nipple before sucking it back into my mouth.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 06



Mainly, though, I wanted to get a birds-eye view of what Stacy was doing to Lynette, so I moved in that direction to get a closer look. Stacy had one hand on each ass cheek, holding them open so she could get her tongue deeper into Lynette's snatch. Every few seconds she'd dip her tongue down to flick across Lynette's clit ever so briefly before pulling back up and tongue fucking her.

Scott was watching the other end closely, as his girlfriend ate out a woman who, until last night, was a complete stranger. He and I made eye contact ever so briefly, and we could only grin at each other. It wasn't the first foursome for either of us, but I guessed it was the first one for Scott that involved someone he deeply cared about. As much I avoided mixing emotions and sex, it did make a difference.

"I need your fingers," Stacy said to me. I held my hand over her face, and she quickly thrust my first two fingers into Lynette's pussy. I took the hint and started finger-fucking her. The look on Stacy's face told me Scott had done the same on the other end of the bed.

Of course, I was always one to push the envelope, so in addition to that, I got up on my knees and started rimming Lynette's asshole. My cock rested on Stacy's forehead as I leaned forward, using my free hand to play with one of her tits.

Whatever Lynette did at that point, it worked, because Stacy was suddenly cumming. She shrieked several times in a row and clinched onto the wrist I was using to finger Lynette as she tensed up in orgasm, but her mouth never left Lynette's pussy. As soon as she calmed down, I saw her suck Lynette's clit completely into her mouth. I sped up my fingers in her pussy and started tongue-fucking her asshole as Stacy did that, and within seconds, Stacy's lips, chin and jaw were coated in Lynette's juices. I licked some of it off Stacy's face, not to be tender or loving, but just because I was the only one who hadn't gotten a taste yet.

"Somebody needs to fuck me," Lynette said. "Right now."

Scott looked at me, but I was already moving into position. I grabbed two condoms off the nightstand, tossed one to Scott and quickly rolled the other on. I put one foot on either side of Stacy's head and bent my knees until my cock was level with Lynette's gorgeous pussy. Stacy was still gently lapping at her clit when I drove into the hilt.

"Oh, FUCK ME, BRAD!" Lynette shouted out, and a moment later, Stacy cried out just as loudly as Scott entered her. Scott held both of Stacy's legs up in the air, but I took one of them from him, using it as leverage to get a good angle on Lynette in this awkward position.

I felt Stacy's tongue snake out and lick my balls as I continued pumping into Lynette, who was kissing Scott while he fucked Stacy. The whole scene reminded me of one of those recycling logos, with the green arrows forming a perfect circle.

I know. Lame thoughts at the most awkward times.

At any rate, I was basically fucking Lynette in mid-crouch, and the position was absolutely killing my thighs. They were burning like someone had set them on fire, but as much as they hated it, my dick was all about it, and had no desire to switch positions at the moment. To compensate for the pain, I started laying palms and backhands on Lynette's milky ass.

"Harder!" She shouted after the first one, and I complied. She egged me on again after the next couple of strokes, but by the time I started leaving handprints on both cheeks, she'd stopped giving me instructions. Meanwhile, Scott was using a technique on Stacy that I'd used pretty effectively on Becky a few nights before. He held her right leg up in the air and was gently biting and nibbling on her Achilles' tendon as he sawed into her pussy.

Finally, I'd had enough of the position and had to quit. I pulled Lynette off of Stacy and laid her on her side. I lay down behind her, lifted her right leg up in the air, and slid my cock back into her pussy. Scott took advantage of the space to pull Stacy's legs over his shoulders, lifting her ass up off the bed as plowed into her. 

Lynette shot her left arm out and started tugging on Stacy's right nipple, but her face was turned toward me. We settled into an easy pace in the spooning position, fast enough to keep both of us into it but relaxed enough that neither of us were going to come right away. We made out heavily, French kissing as our bodies met with every stroke.

I leaned down to give Lynette's breasts some of the attention I'd been giving Stacy's all night. They weren't as big - maybe a C-cup - but they were plenty full, there was absolutely no sag, and her nipples were the biggest I'd seen in a long time. I chewed on each one, alternating back and forth. After a while, Stacy's hand drifted over to work on Lynette's left breast, so I focused on the right one, which was closest to me anyway.

"Rub your pussy," I said, and Lynette's eyes snapped onto mine. Clearly, she wasn't used to being told what to do, even by Scott. I could tell by the way she'd taken control of the room as soon as she walked in last night, that she was a girl who liked being in charge. She'd basically dictated the flow of the conversation at the restaurant, and she'd kind of been steering things since we got back home. 

"What was that?" she asked. She'd heard me - the look in her eyes told me so. There was a little bit of playfulness there as she waited.

"You heard me," I said. I drew on my experiences with Kelly - she liked it when I told her exactly what to do and how to do it, even if she knew damn well what I wanted. "Take your right hand, reach down, and rub your clit. Right now."

A look passed over Lynette's face then, and her right hand dropped to her crotch. I could feel her fingers brush the top of my dick as I stroked in and out of her.

"Good girl," I said. "Rub that clit good and hard."

"Oh, God, Brad," she said, gasping at me in between breathes, almost inaudibly. If Stacy or Scott had heard her, they weren't acting like it. "That's so hot. Please... more."

I couldn't help but smile. I wasn't really a dominant guy in bed - sure, I could take control of things and had no problems doing that, but I generally just liked to let things flow. 

Something about Lynette, though, made me get in touch with my dominant side. I really, really liked her, but there was just something about getting a girl that confident to do whatever I told her to do that really appealed to my primitive instincts.

"Ohhh," I said, teasing her. "You like that, do you?"

Her eyes lit up as she nodded.

"I do."

"Kiss Stacy."

I moved with her, keeping our rhythm as she twisted her body over to kiss Stacy full on the mouth. Scott had pulled her even farther up off the bed - she wasn't quite hanging upside down, but her upper back and head were about the only parts of her body still touching. Stacy wrapped an arm around Lynette's neck as they feverishly made out.

"Suck Scott's dick," I said. Lynette looked back at me for a second, then pulled off my cock and crawled over to Stacy's pussy. She put a hand on Scott's waist to slow him down, then pulled his cock out of Stacy's pussy and popped it right into her mouth. Scott groaned and tossed his head back.

"That's not fair," Stacy said, giggling at me. "I was enjoying that."

"You can have it back now," I replied, pulling Lynette away from Scott's cock by her hair. She looked back at me again - that playful look was still there, but there was some fire in her eyes now, too.

"Come here," I said, and pulled her up into my arms. She wasn't as small as Stacy, but she was still easy enough to lift off the ground. I swung her over to the wall next to the door, leaving Scott the entire bed to work with. I didn't even look back to see what they were doing.

"You like being in control all the time, huh?" I asked her. My cock slipped into her even before I pushed her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist and clung to my neck. "Miss Independent, super-confident, woman of the 21st century?"

I forced her up against the wall and pressed my body into hers.

"Well, you know what you're going to do now?"

She didn't answer.

"Answer me!" I said, slapping her right tit.

"No," she cried back.

"Now," I said, and started pistoning my hips into her tight pussy. "Now... you're going to take this fucking cock, like a good girl. You're going to cum on my cock, you're going to scream like you're in a porn movie, and you're going to like it."

She acted demure now, but I could tell in her eyes she was as excited as I was.

"Do you understand me?" I asked as I wrapped my hand around her neck. I was applying no pressure whatsoever, but it was enough to give her a thrill. She bit down hard on her lip.

"Yes, Brad," she whispered.

"No more, fucking, whispering," I said, and drove into her harder than I had since we left the bed. She screamed out at first, but it caught in her throat right away. "We have company, remember? I want to make sure your boyfriend knows how good I'm fucking you."

Honestly, I had no intentions of trying to do anything better than Scott. I was just trying to give Lynette something to remember me by. And hey, if I set the bar higher for him in the process, he'd have a damn good time trying to clear it.

She cried out in response, and this time, the sound rang out loud and clear as I continued slamming my cock into her, and as a byproduct, slamming Lynette's back into the wall. 

"You like this?" I asked, knowing full well she did.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she said. It was close to a whisper, but she'd answered while she was inhaling.

"Louder!" I yelled.

"OH, FUCK!" she shouted. "You're fucking me so deep!"

"Better," I grinned.

Behind us, Scott and Stacy were doing something that involved him spanking her ass, which she enjoyed just as much as Lynette did, apparently. However, I barely noticed, and I'm pretty sure Lynette had forgotten they were even there.

Lynette had closed her eyes and was now just concentrating on the sensations I was giving her. Her muscular legs were locked behind my waist, and her heels dug into my back. I guessed I'd also have some nail marks on my neck and shoulders tomorrow.

"How flexible are you?" I asked, forcing her to open her eyes. They locked onto mine immediately, and once she registered the question, she grinned devilishly.

"Why don't we find out?" she replied. That was exactly what I wanted to hear. I backed away from her a little bit, forcing her to support more of her own weight against the wall. I slipped an arm around her left leg to hold it in place, and then I took hold of her right calf. She unlocked her legs for me, and I carefully slid her right leg onto my shoulder. She lifted her other leg up to join it, and then locked them behind my neck.

"Pretty flexible, I guess," she answered. I was still fucking her with short, deep strokes, but neither of us was focused on that while we repositioned. 

"We're about to see just how much," I said, and then started walking slowly toward her upper body. I was a step or two away from pressing her knees into her breasts and her feet into her shoulders when I noticed her cringe a little bit. I stopped right there - after all, I was plenty close enough for what I had in mind.

"I'm not trying to tear anything," I replied. "Well... not yet."

She smiled back at me as I picked the pace back up. This was a new position for me, and I'm sure it was for Lynette as well, but it came naturally for both of us. She was basically folded in half at the waist, with her hands either gripping her ankles or locked around my neck. I didn't know which.

All I knew was her pussy and my cock were lined up perfectly - I didn't even have to bend my knees to find the perfect angle. I drove into her repeatedly, and she cried out after almost every stroke. I wasn't going particularly fast yet - I was aiming more for how deep I could get with each thrust.

Pretty soon, though, she was thrusting her hips out as far as she could to meet me, trying to coax me into picking up the pace. She was breathing harder than she had since I'd pulled her off the bed, and she was biting her lower lip hard while staring at me intently. I knew she was close.

"Yeah, you like this, don't you?" I asked, not needing or waiting for an answer. "You always have to be in control, don't you? Always have to call the shots. Well, how do you like this? Forced up against a wall, with your boyfriend's best friend's cock in your cunt. Huh, Ms. Control Freak?"

She let out a low, guttural moan as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her voice spiked every time I bottomed out in her pussy, which was happening about once a second now.

"Holy shit," she gasped. "So fucking good."

"Yeah, I thought so," I answered. "Tell me this: when you were flirting with me last night on the couch, trying to get me to join you in the bedroom... did you think I'd give it to you this good?"

That triggered another series of moans, and this time, I thought her eyes might not roll back to the front. 

"No," she answered. "I thought you would be good, but..." she stopped suddenly, sucking in air as I tweaked her nipple. "I didn't expect you to be this good."

Her moans and low growls got higher and louder. I moved a hand to her throat and pressed down lightly, just enough to get her attention again.

"You about ready?" I asked. She nodded. "Say it."

"I'm ready," she said, clearly not focusing on speaking.

"I don't know what your boyfriend is doing over there, but I want him to hear you say it."

"Oh, fuck, Brad," she cried out, I think partially just for Scott's benefit. "I want to cum all over your cock. I'm so ready now."

I was getting close, too, but not so close that I couldn't pick Stacy's orgasm out of the air behind us. She cried out that she was going to cum and followed that with a long scream. It was muffled, so she was probably face-down and buried in a pillow, but it was still loud enough that it caught Lynette's attention.

"Oh, God," she said. "He's making her..."

"He's making her do what I'm about to make you do," I replied. "And I'm about to make you cum, aren't I?"

She only nodded. I sped up, and a few strokes later, Lynette's face contorted into a mask of pure pleasure and froze right into place. She screamed, but again, it caught in her throat, leaving her mouth hanging wide open as I pumped her pussy as fast and as hard as my hips would let me. 

We broke eye contact after a few seconds, and that seemed to bulldoze the dam that had been holding everything in.

"I'M CUMMING!!" she announced to me, Scott, Stacy, the rest of Scott's apartment building and half of western Florida. Her face joined her legs on my shoulders, and she started panting into my ear. Her juices had nowhere else to go, so they ran down my legs and dripped onto the floor.

My ears were ringing now, with Lynette's proclamation and my own heart beat making it hard to hear anything else. Somewhere behind me, I think I heard Scott say he was cumming, but I'm not really sure.

As good as the angle was with her back to the wall, it was terrible when she was leaning against me and I had to support her entire body weight. So when Lynette was done writhing and squirming on my cock - which probably took at least a full minute - I used my forearm to gently force her upper body away from mine, pushing her back up against the wall. 

"I don't know," Lynette started, then paused for a breath before continuing, "how much longer I can take this."

I grinned, and I'm sure there was something ferocious in my eyes. I had no intentions of letting her down before I came.

"Oh, a little bit longer, at least," I said. "You're gonna sit there and take it until I'm done."

She licked her lips and leaned her head forward now to whisper in my ear. Now that her powerful orgasm had subsided, she was doing her best to reclaim control.

"Fuck, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked. "You like making me do whatever you want."

She leaned back, and I nodded. When she spoke again, she was louder.

"You like being in control?" she said, not shouting but not exactly being quiet, either. "You like fucking your best friend's girl? Forcing me up against a wall? Making me scream and squirt all over your dick with him standing right here in the room?"

I didn't even nod this time. I just grunted and drove in faster.

"Yeah, I know you do," she said, but she was gasping for breath again. With any luck, I might get her off one last time.

"Fuck, you're hot," was my brilliant reply. Beads of sweat rolled down her neck and cascaded into the valley between her breasts, undeterred by the constant impact her body was taking from mine. Strands of her dark hair were matted to her forehead and cheeks.

"Jesus, Brad," she said. "I think you're going to make me cum again. But I want you to join me."

I squeezed my eyes shut, threw my head back and growled. I think it's a physical impossibility to move faster than my hips were moving at that point.

"So, why don't you cum now, Brad?" she said. "Fill my pussy with that cum! Please, I need to feel it so I can-"

I knew what she meant. I didn't stop pounding her, even when I felt the cum start to erupt into the condom. Obviously she must have felt my cock twitch, because her arms behind my neck became like vice grips, squeezing me almost uncomfortably hard. She didn't announce it this time, but she didn't have to.

With the intensity of this orgasm, my knees got weak. I crumbled to the floor while still spurting into her pussy, and Lynette collapsed on top of me. I stroked upward into her a few more times before completely running out of gas. Lynette fell forward to lie on top of me, and we both fell asleep.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes later that my eyes snapped open. Lynette's breathing was soft and steady as she slept on top of me, and she didn't stir as I struggled to my feet, picking her up as I went. I carried her over toward the bed. Stacy was facing me, and Scott had an arm draped around her stomach, spooning her as they both slept. I had had as vigorous a workout as the other three had, but my prudence at the restaurant was paying off now. The girls were drunk, and Scott had had five or six beers, so they were sleeping that off, too. I gently deposited Lynette in front of Stacy and headed for the bathroom.

I wasn't struck by the oddity of this until later, but the moment I got into the hallway, my mind wasn't on the bathroom or what had just happened. Instead, I was mentally searching for my cell phone.

I traipsed into the living room, naked and with the condom still hanging onto my now-limp cock. I grabbed my khakis off the floor and took them with me as I backtracked toward the bathroom.

She'd called. Just once, about a half-hour ago, but she'd called. I had no idea why I got all junior-high giddy about that, but I did. I was thrilled.

She had left a voicemail, too, but I didn't even check it. I just called her as soon as the door was shut behind me.

"Hi," Kelly said, purring into the phone.

"Are you always knuckle-deep in your pussy when I call, or do you just make it sound that way for my benefit?" I replied.

"What?" she asked. "I just said, 'Hi.'"

"Yes, but you made it sound more like, 'Hi, please come fuck me, right now.'"

"Well, I would certainly love that, very much," she said. "But I'm just laying here in bed, staring up at the ceiling, hoping if I count enough sheep, today will be two weeks from now and you'll be here."

"And your clothes?"

"In the laundry basket."

"All of them?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Good," I said. "You've only known me five days, and you already know what turns me on."

"Yeah," she giggled in reply. "My voice, my laugh, my sexuality, my nakedness, my orgasms..."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 06



"Don't forget your job," I deadpanned. "The thought of you stuffing taco meat into tortillas all day, it just makes me instantly hard."

She laughed, hard. In the mirror, I couldn't help but notice I had a goofy-ass cheesy smile on my face.

"Sure," she replied. "Whatever you say."

"So, pretty much, everything about you turns me on."

"Oh, I don't know about that," she answered. "I'm sure there are a couple things you wouldn't like."

"Oh, yeah?" I answered. "Like what?"

"Yeah, right," she said. "I have like seven more days that I have to tell you something about myself, and I've got to work really hard to keep from saying anything that will make you turn around and go back to Texas. You think I'm just going to blurt something out now?"

I laughed right back.

"OK, OK," I said. I pressed the phone between my shoulder and my ear and pulled the condom off. I dropped it in the toilet.

"So, you all done now?" she asked.

"With what?"

"You didn't listen to my voicemail?"

"I can do that later," I said. "Sometime when I can't talk to the real you."

"Ah. I just said that since you weren't answering, I guessed that meant that either Scott had killed you or that you'd worked everything out and were having some fun. So I said if you weren't floating lifelessly in the Gulf of Mexico, to call me back when you were finished."

I laughed again. Besides what her giggles did for me, she also had a knack for making me laugh, too.

"Yeah, it was just a misunderstanding. We got it all worked out."

"I'm sure you did."

"Like, literally, all of us," I said. "Except for Scott and I, I think everybody made everybody else get off at least once."

"Aww, not into guys, honey?" I heard a gasp after the last word, but I just grinned.

"Yes, I heard that," I answered. "And very much no."

"Well, give me details already."

"You're insatiable."

"With you, yeah, I can live with that."

So I did. I filled her in on the highlights of the evening while I washed off my cock. By the time I left the bathroom, Scott and I had just entered the bedroom in my story.

The bedroom door was closed when I passed by, and Stacy was lying on the couch, wide awake, when I got back to the living room. 

"Hold on, Kelly," I said into the phone. To Stacy, I said, "What's going on?"

"Everybody woke up at once," she said. "I could tell they really wanted to be alone, so I figured I would sleep out here. There should be enough room for both of us if we don't move a lot. I hope you don't mind."

"No, it's cool," I said. "But, uh..."

I didn't think I'd ever get tired of making Kelly cum, even if it was just over the phone. Sure, I'd gotten off twice and given five or six orgasms in the past hour or so, but I hadn't made Kelly cum since the night before. That was far too long, and I wanted nothing more than to hear her get off right then.

"Brad?" Kelly said.

"Yeah?"

"If she doesn't mind listening, I don't mind an audience."

Wow.

"You mean..."

"Ask her."

"It's fine," I said to Stacy. I crawled onto the couch and lay on my side with my back pressed against the back of the couch. She lay down in front of me with her back to me. "But I'm on the phone, and our conversation is going to get hot. You OK with that?"

"After everything we just did?" Stacy asked, briefly looking over her shoulder at me. "Of course I am."

We settled into comfortable positions, with my left arm draped across her huge tits. I was up on my right elbow with the phone in that hand.

"So, anyway," I said, and went back to the story. Kelly's moaning jumped up a notch when I described Stacy's and Lynette's 69, and her breath became ragged right about the time I folded Lynette in half against the wall.

"I can't believe you fucked his girlfriend," Kelly said.

"He was just as interested in laying it to Stacy," I replied. "It worked out for everyone."

"Yes, it did." That was Stacy. I chuckled and squeezed her left breast. She moaned slightly.

I kept telling the story, and while Kelly kept getting closer to orgasm, I noticed Stacy squirming in front of me. Her shoulder was flexing as she rubbed her pussy. 

"Ooh, you like this, huh?" I asked. Both women said, "Yes."

"What's she doing?" Kelly asked.

"Playing with herself," I replied. "Just like you are, Kelly."

"You're not helping?" 

"No," I said. "This is all about you."

"Well, what if I wanted you to help her?"

"Like I said. It's all about you, and what you want."

"Help her, then."

I slid my left hand down to Stacy's pussy, my fingers tangling with hers as we rubbed her clit together. Stacy's breath caught in her throat.

"Keep going," Kelly said.

I was almost at the part where Stacy and Lynette came the last time, so I picked up from there. As I talked, Stacy's left hand reached back and stroked my cock. I'd gotten pretty hard just from lying behind one hot woman and talking to another, but the direct attention had me throbbing. 

Stacy's body started shaking as I talked about building toward my orgasm. 

"You going to cum, Stacy?"

She just whimpered a positive response.

"Brad, I want to hear her," Kelly said. I thumbed the speakerphone button. 

"OK," I answered. "She'll hear you, too."

"Good. Keep talking."

I described how Lynette started talking dirty to me, and that was enough to bring Stacy over the edge. 

"Oh, fuck, this is so hot," Stacy said. "I'm cumming on your fingers."

My fingers had stayed on her clit as she fingered herself, and soon, she was getting both our hands wet as she spasmed around them. I never quit talking, and when I got to the part where I came, Kelly couldn't hold back anymore, either.

"Oh, Brad," she whimpered. "I think I'm going to-"

"Cum for me." I said it, but Stacy had said it, too, at least the first word of it. Kelly started cussing on the other end of the phone, as she audibly thrashed around. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"That's it, baby," I answered. "Cum all over your fingers for me. Good girl."

Meanwhile, Stacy had picked up the pace with her hand on my dick. 

"What about you?" Kelly's voice was ragged - I don't think she was even done with her orgasm yet.

"Your kindness is paying off," I replied. "When you asked me to help her, she started helping me, too."

"Oooh," Kelly replied. "Is she stroking you?"

"Yes."

"Imagine that's my hand, Brad. My fingers, stroking up and down your cock. Begging you to cum all over them."

"Oh, Jesus," I said. I didn't have any clue what she looked like, but just the thought of it was pushing me close. 

Stacy turned over to face me, and started jerking me off even faster.

"Look into my eyes, Brad," Kelly said. I kept mine tightly shut, but in my head, I was looking into Kelly's eyes. "I want to feel you cum, Brad. Shoot that hot cum all over my stomach, all over my tits, on my chin and on my face. I want to feel it."

Stacy's hand moved even faster, and suddenly, I was there.

"FUUUCK!!" I yelled into the phone as I came all over Stacy's massive tits. "Cumming, baby."

"Yeah, that's it, cum all over me," Kelly said.

The mess wasn't that bad - it was my third orgasm of the night and second in 15 or 20 minutes - but it was still enough to coat most of Stacy's right tit, including her nipple. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my chest, right in between my pecs, then turned around to get something off the floor to wipe herself off with. I pointed at my shirt, and she grabbed it.

"Thirteen days, right?" she asked.

"Thirteen days," I answered.

We talked for a bit longer, as Stacy went to the bathroom. Kelly had to get up early, and so did I, so after a few minutes, I let her go to sleep.

I didn't want to.

Stacy came back a few moments later, all smiles and gloriously naked. I didn't know much about her, but she had one of the most awesome bodies ever created. She came back to the couch and laid down in the same position as before, with her back to me.

"That was fun," she said.

"It was," I agreed.

"This whole night," she continued. "A bunch of firsts for me."

I just laid there, thankful I had someone to lay next to, but feeling guilty because Kelly didn't.

"So, you don't mind that, as much I like you and what we did tonight, I wish you were someone else right now?"

"No," she giggled. "Brad, you're fun, but I've known you for a day. Kelly has known you a lot longer. I'm glad she let me borrow you."

I chuckled at that. No point in telling Stacy that Kelly and I hadn't even known each other for a week yet, or that I had a better idea of what most porn stars looked like than I did Kelly.

And yet, I was into her. More than I'd ever been into any woman before. That was my last thought before I fell asleep.



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 07



 Note: This is the seventh chapter in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-6, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader and stikiniki for helping me clean it up. 

As it has been more than a year since I posted on this series (I know... boo, hiss, boo), you may want to go back and re-read at least Chapter 6, if not the whole series. There are some references in this chapter to things that happened previously. To Brad, it's only yesterday, but for you, it's been a bit longer. I tried to add as many memory-jogging details as I could without bogging down the story, but, really. Chapter 6 is the second-highest rated story I've posted so far -- you'll enjoy it. Go! Then come back. 

Day 6

Tuesday, June 16

Pensacola, FL to Charleston, SC

"FUCK!!!" I shouted. It was probably too loud for 5 a.m. in Scott's quiet little neighborhood, but the rain was loud enough to drown me out, and I had absolutely no control over my volume after what we'd just done to ourselves. "You just get fucking faster, don't you?"

Thirty feet in front of me, Scott was pacing around the parking lot of his apartment complex, walking in circles with his hands clasped behind his head.

"You made me earn that one," he said between gasps of air and rain. As I sprinted into the lot beside him, my hands hit my knees as I doubled over, trying to force my heart rate to slow down after the long run. I, too, was desperately trying to breathe.

"C'mon, man," Scott said, clapping me on the shoulder. "Gotta walk it off. C'mon."

He started his circles again, and after looking up and letting the rain pelt my face for a moment, I followed. The green workout shirt I was wearing wasn't normally so dark, but it was plastered to my upper body, as were the workout shorts. All I could see when I looked up were fresh sheets of rain and heavy cloud cover.

Scott had been better than me at pretty much everything in high school. In a lot of those things I was now his equal, and I was probably better at a few things. Running wasn't in either of those categories. I'd never beaten Scott in a foot race of any length, and while I'd gotten much faster since I'd joined the Marines, that hadn't changed. My final time on our 3-mile physical fitness test was 18 minutes, 17 seconds. Scott, on the other hand, had come into the Corps already under 18 minutes, and his fastest time to date was somewhere under 16 minutes.

We'd been coming down the home stretch of an easy four-mile run in the early-morning rainstorm, during which we'd rehashed last night's events and talked about what it might mean for his and Lynette's long-term relationship. He was all for having Stacy over again, but he wasn't sure how Lynette would like that without another man around to balance things out.

He'd also prodded me for details about my mysterious phone girlfriend, but right as he asked, his apartment complex came into view, maybe a quarter-mile away. I'd instantly shouted out "Race!" and took off at a dead sprint, slicing through the rain with precise, controlled strides. I felt like I was running faster than I ever had.

About 20 seconds later, Scott had flown by me like I was standing still.

"So," Scott began when he found the air again. "How long have you been cheating on your girlfriend?"

My lungs were nowhere near ready to answer that, but my brain didn't much care.

"What the--?" I asked, spinning quickly toward him but running out of gas after the first two words. I took a few more deep breaths as the rain continued to soak us both. "Cheating?"

"The girl on the phone the other night," Scott started again. "Kelly, you said last night? She's your girlfriend, right?"

"We don't call it that, no," I said.

"But there is a we?" he questioned. When I didn't reply, he nodded. "So you're cheating."

I grinned. "This is an open-book kind of test."

"Say what?" Scott had been looking up at the rain, but that statement got his attention.

"It isn't cheating if the teacher told you to do it."

I turned and began walking away, starting a cool-down lap encircling Scott's building and the one immediately behind it.

"She knows?" Scott asked when he caught up.

"Yep. Only conditions are that I'm safe about it and I tell her each time."

"You have to tell her?"

"I dunno if 'have to,' are the words I'd use," I said. "As great as some of the things I get myself into are, sometimes telling her is the best part."

"You mean, like afterward?"

"Usually afterward. Or sometimes... ya know, during."

Scott stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. "Say what?" He asked again.

"Stacy and I started messing around on the couch last night. Kelly was on the phone and played along."

"Holy shit, man."

"Yeah," I agreed. "It should just make things even better when I get back to Idaho."

"And you said you've never met her before?"

I nodded. "Nope. That's why I really don't think of it as cheating. Hard to cheat on someone you've never met."

"How did you hook up with her at all?"

"I called my mom's office one day. Apparently she's a manager for one of the stores. She answered, I flirted, and that night we had phone sex."

Scott just stared. "I knew I'd taught you well, but... apparently I taught you really damn well."

"So, yeah," I said, ignoring his attempt to take credit. "She's very open-minded."

"A rarity for Idaho," Scott said. "Is she hot?" He asked. I cringed a little bit at the question, but between the darkness and the rain, I don't think Scott noticed.

"She certainly sounds like it," I answered, hoping he'd drop it but knowing damn well he wouldn't.

"I didn't ask how she sounds," he said. "Is she hot?"

I had no clever response, so I just shrugged.

"You've at least seen a picture of her, right?" he asked. 

I shook my head. "She's seen one of me, though. My boot camp picture was sitting on my mom's bookcase the day I called."

"I take it all back," he said. "I haven't taught you shit."

"Look--"

"Dude, how do you know this chick isn't Miss Piggy plus 250 pounds?" he asked.

"I don't."

"The chick could look like a road grader got stuck in reverse on her forehead."

"I know."

"She could smell like --"

"I get it, I get it," I said putting my hand up so Scott didn't give me an image that would make me want to hurl. "Fat, ugly, smelly women need love, too."

"Sure, they do," Scott said. "From other people. Not us. Seriously, man. I'm sure she has a nice voice, and she's obviously very cool when it comes to sex. I'm not gonna act like what happened Sunday night wasn't extremely fucking hot. But without seeing a picture, how do you know you haven't been getting Jabba the Hut off over the phone?"

I wanted to glare at him, but there were two reasons I couldn't. For one, the way he'd put it was just too damn funny, if not a pretty picture. Secondly, I really had no argument. He was right.

"I don't," I said after a few seconds. "It's harmless, though. All we're doing right now is talking, man. If I get home and she's hideous, it's not like I've signed a contract that says I've gotta fuck her."

"True," Scott said. "Just be careful, man. Don't want to get too attached until you know she's hot."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Superficial," I replied, laughing.

"It ain't about that, and you know it," he said. "If she was drop dead gorgeous but had the intelligence of a Republican, I wouldn't think she was good enough for you, either. Smart, funny, freak between the sheets, ambition -- those are all important qualities. All part of the complete package, just like the physical aspect. And I know you well enough to know you want the complete package."

He wasn't wrong. I nodded.

"So I'm just saying, be careful until you know she has everything you want."

"Dude, it's been six days."

"Sometimes, it doesn't even take that long," he replied. 

I wasn't sure what I was more concerned about -- that I was already this into her, or that it was so blatantly obvious.

**************

"I swear," Kelly said as I passed a mileage sign that put me 85 miles west of Jacksonville, Florida on Interstate 10. "You called me this last night, but I think you're the insatiable one."

"What?" I asked, feigning being wounded.

"You have more sex than any man I know," she replied.

"So, at least I know you aren't friends with any male porn stars."

"Do male porn stars even fuck multiple women each day for five days in a row?"

"I've only fucked one today."

"Yeah, and it's what? Barely 9 a.m.?"

"The only reason you're jealous is because other women have gotten to experience me and you haven't."

"Yet."

"Granted."

I heard faint but recognizable noises on the other end.

"Apparently, you're not that upset," I said.

"What, a girl can't play with herself when she's mad?"

By now, Kelly touching herself at random times was far from a new concept for me, but it still got me rock hard.

"Kelly, you can play with your pussy whenever you like," I replied.

"Or whenever you like," she answered.

"Which would be whenever."

"Very... true," she stammered, and I didn't miss the way her breath snagged between the two words.

"I guess sex in the shower turns you on," I teased.

"Sex in general turns me on, especially when it's with you," she replied.

*************

After our run that morning, Scott grabbed his gear and headed for the base. He wanted to lift a little at the gym before work and said he'd shower there. He told me to lock up on my way out. Lynette left just a few minutes after Scott, but not without shoving her tongue down my throat first and making me promise to visit soon.

That left just Stacy and I. She'd mentioned that she didn't work until 9:30 in the morning, so the plan was to let her sleep while I showered. I was just contemplating how I'd wake her up when I heard the bathroom door open.

"Almost finished?" Stacy asked.

Almost finished? Yes. Stupid? Not so much.

"I'm gonna need a while longer," I said. "Scott said the hot water doesn't last long, so you'll have to join me in here now if you want some."

"Oh, I want some." She pulled back the curtain and showed me her stunning naked body, and my cock twitched. She grabbed it as she joined me.

"You sleep well?" I asked her as I rubbed my slick hands all over her tits.

"Not really," she replied. "I was in a tight space, and some hot guy kept rubbing his cock against my ass."

"Hmm," I answered. "You should definitely make him pay for that."

"I should, shouldn't I?" We locked eyes for a moment, and the electricity from the night before crackled back to life instantly. She kissed me briefly, just long enough to reintroduce our tongues, then started south.

There wasn't a lot of talking after that. She knelt under the hot spray and sucked my cock just enough to get me hard, and then I knelt behind her, pushed her shoulders until she was bent over against the back of the shower, and licked her pussy from behind until I could taste her juices.

She was wet and already in position, and I was hard as a rock, so I slid into her from behind. I pounded her mercilessly until she started banging on the back of the shower with her fists. A few seconds later, she shouted that she was cumming, and even with the hot water beating down on us, I could feel her juices drenching my cock.

I'd tested Lynette's flexibility last night, and I told Stacy I wanted to test hers now. She looked over her shoulder and raised her eyebrows, and I quickly spun her around. She kept her left leg planted on the shower floor, and I took her right leg and stretched it as far as I could. At just over five feet tall, her leg almost didn't make it to my shoulder, but I leaned forward enough that her heel barely made it.

It was an awkward position at first, but it didn't feel awkward when I bent my knees and pushed my cock back inside her hot, tight pussy. At this angle, the water was spraying over my free shoulder and pelting Stacy's tits and stomach. Occasionally, it ricocheted off my shoulder and onto her face. Several strands of her red hair were already plastered to her forehead.

The awkward angle started to burn after a while, and she was having trouble keeping her balance, so I abruptly shut the water off. Without drying off, I forced Stacy against the wall in front of the sink. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around my waist as she locked her arms around my neck. I had to support all her body weight, but she weighed maybe 130 pounds so it wasn't any trouble. 

In just a few minutes, I was ready to cum. I didn't want to cum inside her without a condom, so I pulled out, but I couldn't support her and stroke my cock at the same time. Stacy slid to the floor and began milking my cock. It took maybe five more seconds for me to cum all over her.

***********

"Where did you cum?" Kelly asked me as I plugged on toward Jacksonville.

"Mostly on those huge tits, baby," I said. "But some on her chin and her neck, too."

"I bet she needed another shower after that," Kelly said, panting into the phone.

"So did I," I said. "I got her off a couple more times with my fingers since she didn't cum again when I did."

"You're so... compassionate," Kelly said, pausing for effect.

"I try," I answered. "But that's not important right now. I'm more interested in what you're doing with your fingers."

"You know what I'm doing."

"I do," I said. "And I want you to imagine I'm doing it to you, instead. In fact, if I were there with you, I'd tie your hands together behind your back, or to the bedposts, and just rub that sweet little pussy of yours, and force you to cum over and over again on my fingers."

"Fuck, Brad, that's hot," she panted. "Fuck me."

"Oh, I would. After I made you cum on my fingers, and with my tongue, sure, I'd climb on top of you and fuck you till I came deep inside your pussy, baby. I wouldn't even worry about you cumming because I'm sure you'd cum as soon as my big cock touched your pussy lips and --"

I never got to finish, because Kelly started wailing on the phone. I stopped giving her a play-by-play, and just began encouraging her.

"That's good, Kelly," I said. "Cum all over those fingers for me. I want you to soak those fingers, just like you'd be soaking my cock."

"FUCK!" She said in the middle of her long string of expletives. It was the one clear word I could pull out.

"That's it, baby," I said. "You know I love hearing you cum for me."

"Fuck, Brad," she answered, sounding more out of breath than I was after the run this morning. "I keep thinking I'm... going to plateau. But these keep getting..."

I waited, but she didn't finish the statement.

"Better?"

She just whimpered something that sounded like an agreement.

"Good, baby," I said. "I'm glad. I just need to keep raising the bar everyday now. Gotta do something to keep you interested."

She knew I was kidding, and she laughed accordingly.

"So, Ms. Linton," I asked after giving her a few minutes to calm herself down. I didn't mind the wait; just listening to her breathe was intoxicating.

"Yes, Mr. Carver?"

"What would you like to tell the class today?" I'd been looking forward to this part since the last time she told me something about herself.

She groaned. Even that was sexy. "Not now."

"Yes, now."

"Why? We have the whole day."

"Because I said so, Kelly," I replied, and she got quiet. I'd tried to keep the sternness from my voice and inject just a little playfulness into it, but I seriously wanted to know more about her. Plus, dominating Lynette last night had been amazing, as brief as it was, and I found myself wanting to try it out on Kelly.

She finally spoke after a second. "That tone of voice, just now..." she trailed off. I thought I'd upset her and was just about to ask if I'd stepped over the line when she finally responded.

"So fucking hot," she said, her voice immediately turning husky again. I think my grin stretched all the way into Georgia.

"Good to know," I said, trying to pretend I wasn't immensely pleased by what she'd just told me. "What else is good to know?"

"I don't know," she stammered. I noticed she was no longer arguing that she had to tell me something, only that she didn't know what to say. "Can you ask me a question?"

"Sure, but you won't like it," I replied.

"Go ahead."

My mind flashed back to the morning's conversation with Scott. "What do you look like?"

"Brad, no," she answered. "I told you I wanted to keep that a surprise until we meet." The more she dodged it, the more I worried.

"You wanted me to ask a question," I said. "That's your question."

"Yeah, but, under the rules, I don't have to answer it," she said. I'd hoped she'd forgotten those rules.

"True," I replied. "But until you do, that's the only question I'm asking."

"Every day?"

"Mm hmm." I sat there in silence, waiting to see what she would do. There was only one logical explanation for why she was so hesitant to describe herself to me, and I saw no way that could be a good thing.

"Well, I'm sorry," she said. "I think that is best experienced in person, not in words."

"Says the girl who's already seen multiple pictures of me," I retorted.

"But I would still be doing this even if I hadn't," she answered.

"Would you?" I asked. "I'm not calling you shallow, Kelly, but how do you know that? Five minutes after we first talked, you saw a picture of me in my mom's office. Are you saying that if you hadn't liked what you saw, we'd have still had phone sex that night?"

She was quiet for a moment. My point was made, and I was content to wait for her answer.

"No, I'm not saying that," she said. "But you haven't seen any bad pictures of me. You haven't seen any at all, and you don't have any details about what I look like. If I still didn't know what you looked like, yes. I am very sure that I would still be doing this."

There was a pressure building up behind my eyes, and I pinched the bridge of my nose in a futile attempt to stop it before it got worse. There was something I wanted to say, but for whatever reason, I couldn't say it. So I said something else instead.

"I'm more than happy to keep doing this, too, Kelly," I replied. "But I would really like to have a realistic image to go with all the happy thoughts."

That was somewhere around eighth on the list of reasons I wanted to know what she looked like, but it was at least a reason. She didn't say anything again, and this time, I felt compelled to jump in.

"You don't sound like you're going to change your mind," I said. "And that's fine, but I'm not either. I want an answer to that question before I ask you anything else."

"I guess that's fair," she said.

"So, tell me something else," I said, trying to be cordial and act like it was no big deal. There were a lot of other things I wanted to know about her, but this one was at the top of my list, and the fact that she was guarding it like a nuclear bomb code was grating on my nerves.

"I really don't know," she replied.

"Well, that's unfortunate," I answered. "Because I'm not letting you off the phone till you tell me, or until I get where I'm going. Last check, I have about six hours left on this drive. When do you have to be at work again?"

"In an hour," she groaned. "Please, don't remind me."

"Well, tell me something about yourself then, and we'll spend the next hour talking about much, much more pleasant topics."

She sighed. "You do know this would be a lot easier if you just asked me something else, right?"

"Yes," I replied. "It'd be even easier if you'd just answer the one I already asked."





Brad's Road Trip Ch. 07



I heard her sigh again. I wasn't such a big fan of the passive aggression, but then again, she knew fighting it head-on wasn't going to work.

"Fine," she said. "You don't want to help me, then you get to hear all about how jealous I am again."

"Yes," I replied, not even concerned this time. Truth be told, I kind of liked that she got jealous. "Of Stacy and Lynette and Becky and Belinda and all the others."

"Well, yeah," she answered. "I've already told you about all that. But this time, I'm jealous of you."

"Why?"

"Your road trip," she answered. "I love going on road trips. Just getting in the car, driving until it's time to turn around, no plans at all. It's a great way to kill a weekend."

"I agree," I said. "Or a couple weeks."

"Yeah, but you've planned this out, and that's fun too. You're getting to see a lot of places I've never been."

"I'm sure you've been some places I've never been," I answered.

"I've been to Tokyo, and Australia," she said. I'd never been either place. "I've never been to Europe though. I would love to go. Maybe you can take me sometime."

"Maybe someday," I said, laughing along with her. In the back of my mind, though, there was a little doubt.

*****************

"Hi, I have a reservation here tonight," I said, stepping up to the desk at the Palms Hotel, right on the Atlantic coast outside of Charleston. 

"What's the name, sir?" the clerk asked, and before I could answer, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder.

"It's another one of my rooms, Frank," the voice behind the hand said, and I watched familiarly as the clerk scrambled around, frantically trying to make the man happy.

"Captain Lancaster," I said without even looking.

"Sergeant Carver," J.T. Lancaster said, and we wrapped each other in a hug. I know, I know -- men aren't supposed to hug. A fist bump or hi-five is supposed to be the limit. But when you've been through the things J.T. and I had overseas, the superficial stuff doesn't much matter.

"How was your drive, Brad?" my old platoon commander asked me. Now that we were all out of the military, we didn't have to use ranks, but this was the first time I'd heard him use my first name. It sounded a bit strange.

"Not too bad, sir," I answered, and he grinned at me. "Er, J.T. This is gonna take a little getting used to."

"Sure," he answered. "But this?" He waved his hand around the spacious, luxurious lobby, which only gave a small hint of what awaited in the room. "This you'll get used to in a hurry."

I nodded as the clerk handed me a room key and got my name. He was in his mid-50s at the youngest, and seeing him run around trying to make J.T. happy was kind of amusing. When we finished, he regarded J.T. anxiously.

"Anything else I can do for you, Mr. Lancaster?"

In addition to being a decorated Marine Corps pilot, J.T. was also the heir to an aviation fortune. His father founded and still owned one of the biggest air charter corporations on the East Coast. I was partially surprised his dad didn't own a house in Charleston - he seemed to own one in just about every other major beach city. 

So, it made sense that the clerk was less focused on me, and more focused on the guy with the deep pockets.

"Come on Frank," he said. "I paid for the room, but Brad here is a guest, too."

"Of course, sir," the clerk answered. "Will you be needing anything else, Mr. Carver?"

I just laughed. "I'm good, thanks."

We took the elevator up to third floor. J.T. had reserved a block of rooms, all with an ocean view, for the entire week. He, his best friend and both of their girlfriends had come down from North Carolina, and several of J.T.'s cousins had also come in for a few days.

The view was nice, but we didn't spend much time taking it in. The sun was on its way down, and down in Charleston in the summer, even Tuesday was a party night. We quickly headed out of the hotel and walked southwest down Ocean Blvd.

"So how is everybody doing?" I asked.

"Well, I'm great," he answered. "Been dating my lady for a little over a year now, and things are going well. The business is going great. Dad's going to let me take over in a few years, I think."

"I definitely want to talk a little business with you later," I said. "But if we get started, we won't stop, and I think everyone else will kill us."

"Especially Sheila," he said. "That woman is more than willing to help me spend my money, but she has no desire to know how I make it."

"Good for her," I said as we stopped at a crosswalk and waited. "How's Captain Fetters?"

A shadow crossed J.T.'s face. Tim Fetters was J.T.'s best friend, and he was the other primary officer I served under during my one tour in the Middle East. 

"Doing the best he can, I guess," J.T. said. "He told you his girlfriend dumped him, right?"

I stopped in my tracks. "You're kidding me, right? The stacked, drop dead gorgeous blonde, the one he was crazy about?"

"Yeah," J.T. said. "They spent all weekend having sex, then she told him she wanted to see other people."

"Wow," I said. "When did that happen?"

"More than a year ago," J.T. replied. "Doesn't surprise me that he didn't tell you. He's not coping very well."

I just nodded. I had tried to help everyone I'd met so far on this road trip, but Tim and J.T. had been my superiors. I'd offer my support, but I wouldn't pry. 

We crossed the street and headed toward the restaurant. When we got near the front door, it opened and Tim headed out to meet us.

"Sergeant Carver, I don't care where you've been and where you've partied," he said to me. "This little joint right here, Windjammers, is one of the coolest, most laid back places on earth."

"Captain Fetters, if it carries your recommendation, I don't doubt it for a second." We embraced as well, and I could smell a heavy dose of whiskey on his breath. "Surely your judgment in drinking establishments wouldn't be clouded by getting hammered in one of those establishments, would it?" 

"Oh, it would," J.T. said, pushing past us toward the door. "But even drunk, he's right. This is the hottest place on the island."

We went in and headed for the back of the joint. There were a few people already sitting at our table, and introductions were quickly made. I met J.T's girlfriend, Sheila, as well as a smoking brunette, Julia, whom Tim introduced as "just a friend." Travis and Billy were two of J.T.'s cousins. They both had short hair and pretty muscular builds, but Travis was probably 6-foot-3, while Billy was a few inches shorter. I knew they had to be either active duty or former military.

J.T. and I sat down, but Tim headed up to the bar. When Julia and Sheila started chatting, I leaned over to J.T.

"I thought you said he wasn't coping well," I said. "If that's not coping well, I think I need to get myself dumped."

"She's Sheila's best friend," J.T. explained. "They've been 'seeing each other' for a month or two, and by seeing each other, I mean, horizontally. And that's about it."

I nodded. "That should give him some time to get back on his horse. Does she know she's the rebound?"

"Yes," J.T. said, grinning. "And she has absolutely no intentions of staying a rebound."

I laughed. "Let me know how that works out."

We ordered food and spent two hours just laughing, talking and reminiscing about what we called "the good old days," which were closer to the worst part of hell when we were actually living them. As I thought, Billy had been out of the Navy for a couple years, and Travis was just a few months out of the Marines, too, with a Purple Heart to show for his tour in Afghanistan.

Empty pitchers and a dozen or so glasses with nothing but ice littered the table, and we were contemplating heading down the beach to a different bar when something caught Travis' eye. I followed his stare to the front door, where two women had just walked in. They were just barely old enough to be here - legally, anyway - and they were turning some heads.

"You got your eye on something?" Tim asked Travis. 

"Yep," he said. "The redhead."

"Good choice!" Sheila exclaimed, tossing her long red mane over her shoulder. Travis had good taste -- the redhead was definitely the hotter of the two, but her blonde friend was pretty good-looking, too. Neither of them had anything on Stacy or Lynette, but that was like discounting a T-bone because you'd just had filet mignon. The redhead seemed like she was already feeling no pain, but the blonde might as well have been wearing body armor. She couldn't have been more obvious if she'd had the words "Don't Fuck With Me" tattooed on her forehead.

They sat down at a table across the bar from us, and Travis waited about 20 minutes, to see if anyone was going to join them. We watched amused as several different guys approached the table but were systematically shot down by the blonde. The redhead didn't get a chance to say much, but she smiled and tried to be polite as each guy walked away.

"Uh oh, buddy," J.T. said. "She's got a bodyguard."

"Yeah, I'm gonna need some help on this one," Travis said, and glanced at Billy.

"Don't look at me," he said. "I know this doesn't mean much to all you single guys, but..." he trailed off as he displayed his ring finger. "I'm a happily married man, and have no plans to change that just to watch you get shot down by some hot chick's overprotective friend."

Travis' vision swung in my direction, and I grinned.

"Yeah, I got your back," I said. We stood up, and after a stop at the bar to pick up two more of what the girls were drinking - sex on the beach for the redhead, and a margarita for the blonde - we approached the table. The blonde glared at me from 30 feet away and rolled her eyes.

"Look, Christine," she said. "Two more ignorant idiots who aren't observant enough to see that we want to be left alone."

"Mm hmm," I answered. I think Travis might have been ready to turn around, but I didn't budge. Travis sat Christine's drink in front of her, but I held onto the margarita. "I bought this for you, but I got no problem giving it back."

She eyed the margarita and after thinking for a few seconds, she nodded at me. I sat it next to her mostly empty one, and slid into the booth next to her.

"I don't remember saying you could sit down, just because you bought me a drink."

"That's good, because I'm pretty sure I didn't ask," I said. Christine's eyes bugged out as she stifled a laugh. "Christine, would you mind sliding over in the booth a little so my boy Travis can sit down?"

"She's not interested," the blonde said, but her friend betrayed her, scooting in to make room for him.

"Hi," I said, extending my hand to the blonde. "I'm Brad."

She laughed. "Yeah, right. Did you even wash your hands?"

I ignored her. "Christine, I hate to keep asking you for favors, because really, we only came over because Travis is interested in you. But your friend here is incredibly rude. Would you mind telling me her name?"

"It's Beth," Christine said, earning her a glare full of daggers. 

"Beth!" I shouted, loud enough for half the bar to hear me. "Nice to meet you, Beth." I stuck out my hand again, and this time, she rolled her eyes and made a big production out of exhaling as she shook it. Seeing that, I tightened my grip, and her eyes locked onto mine. I liked the fire I saw in them before she wrenched her hand free.

"You guys are just wasting your time," Beth said, breaking the eye contact and looking down at the table.

"Is that right?" I asked, and she nodded. "Well, lucky for us, it's our time to waste." I took a big pull off the Newcastle I'd ordered with her drink. Travis may have been following my lead to get in the door, but he didn't need my help now. He immediately struck up a conversation with Christine.

"So, Beth," I said, trying to keep her occupied. "I'm not from this area. What is there to do in Charleston?"

"This town sucks!" she said, loud enough to draw several angry looks from nearby tables. "Beaches are only cool if there are hot guys, and every guy in this town is fat and hairy and disgusting."

I tried to be diplomatic. "Fort Sumter is nearby, right? And other Civil War monuments?" I'd actually spent a few hours earlier in the afternoon checking out Charleston's rich military history, so I knew what was nearby. I just wanted her to calm her down some, but it had the opposite effect.

"Who cares?" she said, and that's when I really started getting pissed off. "Shit that happened 150 years ago, hello? Just a bunch of old bricks and stones. Tear that shit down and make room for more restaurants and stores. Or a water park. It's so fucking hot here in the summer. I can't believe the humidity and..."

She kept going for a few more minutes, but I quickly tuned her out. I stole glances across the table to make sure Travis was still making progress. Otherwise, listening to this chick ramble and rant and rave was seriously not worth it. Her drink was running low, so I signaled for another, and the bartender quickly brought it over. He gave me an apologetic grin as he walked away.

It was a shame, because she wasn't too far from sexy. From this range I could easily see that she was a bottled blonde, and she'd obviously paid for bigger breasts. Her face was a little mousy, and her body was a little on the stick-figure side. Still, she had clear skin, great teeth, and her hair hung in loose curls on both sides of her face.

Nowhere near hot enough to make up for this vapid, holier-than-thou, self-centered -- in a word, awful -- personality.

"So you thought you'd come over here and play 'wingman' and talk to me while your friend Travis tries to get my best friend into bed, huh?" she asked right about the time I started paying attention again. "Why do you idiot men think that shit actually works?"

I didn't answer with words. Instead, I grabbed her hand again -- the same fire roared back to life in her eyes -- and pointed toward Travis and Christine. He whispered something in her ear, and she giggled.

"You're right," I said. "I have no idea why we idiot men think that shit actually works."

Beth's jaw dropped when she saw her friend's hand on Travis' right bicep. "Christine! Stop that! He just wants to get in your pants."

Travis tore his eyes away from Christine and focused on us now. He'd let me deal with the pitbull to this point, but this time he took matters into his own hands.

"Listen," he said. "You don't know me. You have no idea what I'm looking for, or what I want, or why I'm over here. Somebody obviously screwed you over big-time, woman, but it wasn't me, and I'm not into you, anyway. If Christine wants me to leave, she can tell me that."

He didn't wait for Beth to answer, and I didn't either. He went back to talking to a half-drunk and very attentive Christine, and I turned my attention back to Beth. I didn't think he'd need a whole lot longer to seal the deal.

"Besides, who says I was just over here to talk to you? Sometimes, the wingman is actually interested in the friend he's trying to distract."

She looked me up and down, clearly taking her time and sizing me up. The gaze lingered a bit longer in all the right places. Suddenly, she laughed again. "Yeah, right. Some of the losers who tried before you were way hotter than you."

I matched her laugh. "Maybe so," I said. "And yet, they're not sitting here, and after 20 minutes, I still am."

She pondered that for a moment, and polished off what was left of the margarita I'd bought for her. She looked at me expectantly, but I did nothing.

"So you're really interested in me?"

I'm not really sure what came over me then, but I leaned in and kissed her full on the lips before she had a chance to argue. It wasn't electric or anything like that, but she had nice, full lips and they were moist from the margaritas. When I pulled back, she was about to say something -- I'm sure it wouldn't have been very pleasant -- but I snaked my hand behind her neck and pulled her to me for an even harder, longer kiss. It got sloppy instantly, and I could taste the Cuervo as our tongues battled in her mouth. I felt her hand running up and down the length of my left thigh, and when I bit down gently on her tongue, her fingernails dug into my quad muscles.

"Wow," I heard Christine say from across the table when we finally split apart. "That was a pretty hot kiss."

"We can do better," Travis replied. Before Beth could swing her glare back to the other side of the booth, I put a hand on her jaw and kept her looking at me.

"What's not to be interested in?" I asked. "You're cute, you have a nice body, you can obviously handle your tequila, and you know how to kiss."

Her eyes were glued to mine and a little glazed, which was my most obvious hint that she was more than just a little interested in me. Still, they weren't enough to stop me from landing another zinger.

"Plus, you have such a warm, friendly personality that any man couldn't help but love."

The gaze turned to a daggerish glare in an instant. She might have unloaded on me with another 10-minute diatribe, but she saw Travis and Christine making out across the booth. Her milky white cheeks flushed rapidly.

"Christine!" she shouted, getting her friend's attention and making her turn her face from Travis' lips. "You two need to get away from us. Now!"

"Not likely," I said. "That's not what you were telling me a few minutes ago. Besides, what's your friend think?"

"I don't care!" Beth exclaimed. "Security!"

Travis tossed a worried look at me as one of the bouncers approached the table. He was a big, beefy black dude, and he looked like he knew how to handle himself. Of course, I had plenty of training in that area, too, but a brawl with security wasn't the blueprint for a great night.

"Is there a problem here?" the bouncer asked. He'd been standing nearby, and I was sure he knew everything and realized what was going on. He didn't want to have to kick us out -- I could see that on his face -- but it was his job to handle any confrontations.

"Not at all," I said. "My buddy and I were just leaving the lady and her pet Doberman alone. Sorry for your trouble."

I heard a pissed 'Excuse me?' from behind me as Travis and I stood up, and I grabbed my wallet. I palmed a $20 and slipped it into the bouncer's hand as I leaned in close.

"When the blonde gets up to go to the bathroom, let the redhead know where we're sitting."

He nodded subtly at me. Travis and I headed back to our table, and as I passed the bar, I looked at the bartender. "Take those two margaritas off my tab, would ya?" I asked loudly. "You can leave the others, but I don't buy drinks for girls who think anal is just an adjective instead of a type of sex."

If I had stopped to listen, I'm sure Beth would have cussed at me, but I kept moving toward our table. I had no idea whether the bartender would actually do as I asked, but it was said more for Beth's benefit.

"Wow," Travis said when we got back to the table. J.T. and Tim just looked amused. "What a bitch."

I stretched my arms out wide. "Of biblical proportions."

"Didn't stop you from shoving your tongue down her throat," Tim said.

"She's a bitch," I said. "But I'm drunk, and she's not an ugly bitch."

Laughs bounced across the table.

"So that's it?" J.T. asked. "You're giving up?" He was asking Travis, but I answered.

"Oh, no, he's not. He's just being patient."

Travis had no idea what I meant, but I just winked at him. Everyone else wanted to go, but I convinced everybody to stay for another half hour. It was only 11 o'clock anyway, still an hour before some of the hotter clubs on the beach really got busy.

Sure enough, about 20 minutes later, Christine peeked around the corner. Julia saw her first and pointed her out to me, and I immediately walked toward her. "Come on over," I said. "Where's Beth?" 




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 07



"She's at the table, on the phone with her ex-boyfriend, cussing up a storm and more than just a little pissed off. I had to pee, and when I came out, that bouncer told me you were over here, so I went the long way."

"Nice," I said, sliding over to let her sit down next to Travis at the only part of the table Beth wouldn't be able to see from her side of the bar. "That's some company you keep."

She laughed. "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that," she said, immediately getting closer with Travis than they'd been in her booth. "She's a good friend, but very, very protective."

"Yeah, well, she might be a good friend," I said. "I'm better."

Travis reached out and bumped fists with me. We split off into several side conversations, and I picked up on one Travis was having with Christine.

"So what's her deal, anyway?" Travis asked. "I understand wanting a girls' night out, but that was pretty damn brutal."

"She's not usually like this," Christine answered, finishing the third sex on the beach we'd bought for her. I turned around and signaled for another. "Honestly, she used to be the best friend to take to a bar, because she knew how to have fun, she loved to party, and she flirted with every hot guy in the place."

I was momentarily stunned. "Really?"

"Yeah," she said. "I saw a little bit of the old Beth back in her eyes earlier, when you kissed her."

I considered that for a moment. Before I could answer, Travis jumped back in.

"So what happened to turn the old Beth into the man-hating cockblocker we just dealt with?" he asked. It was a wise choice of words - if he'd used the words I was thinking, he might have offended her. 

"The loser she's on the phone with now," Christine said. "First guy she ever loved. She jumped into that relationship like she used to do everything; completely, totally and without much logical thought. He never really seemed interested in a real relationship with her, but she didn't care. She trusted him 100 percent, and one day he decided he couldn't do it anymore and told her to move out of his apartment by the end of the week."

I glanced over at Tim, who was sitting to Christine's right. He'd been listening to everything, and I saw his face fall a little bit. I signaled the bartender to bring him another beer, too.

"So what's there to talk about, then?" Travis asked.

Christine laughed ruefully. "He doesn't want her anymore, but he doesn't want her to be with anyone else, either. He actually thinks she's out here tonight trying to pick up guys! That's the Beth he knows."

Travis and I joined in the laughter. "That's irony for you," I said. "Why does he even care?"

"The same reason he was willing to pretend like he was into their relationship, when he really wasn't," she answered. "The same reason most men do anything. Sex. I've always heard she was great in bed, even back in high school. He might not want her anymore, but he still wants her body."

I grinned as I considered that. Christine picked up on it and playfully threw a napkin at me.

"You pervert," she said. "You really were into her over there, weren't you?"

"I told you I was," I answered. "I was only mean to her because she was being rude."

Christine nodded, and Travis started asking her questions about herself. I turned over Beth's plight in my head as they chatted. She'd been burned pretty badly, and in addition to explaining why she was so standoffish toward me, it also helped me understand why she was protective of Christine.

A few more minutes went by. It was approaching 11:30 now and talk turned back to moving the party, an idea I was on board with now that Travis had Christine. She wanted to come with us, and we'd started talking about where to go next when the inevitable happened. Just as we were getting ready to settle the tabs and leave, Beth snaked around the corner.

"I thought I made myself very clear," Beth said. I couldn't tell whether she was talking to me or Christine or Travis. "Christine, let's go."

"I don't think she wants to," Sheila said, and Beth glared at her.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, bitch," she answered, and Sheila's face flushed immediately. J.T. put a hand on her leg, but that was just to restrain her. J.T. stood up from his chair, and Beth just glared at him, too. 

Woman scorned or not, I wasn't gonna let her treat my friends this way.

"Come on, Christine," she beckoned again.

"Oh, she's leaving in just a second," I said, standing up as Sheila tugged J.T. back into his seat. "But she's leaving with us."

"The hell she is," Beth said.

I ignored her. "Now, since Christine seems to think pretty highly of you as a friend -- though I can't possibly imagine why -- you can come with us to the next spot, but only if you promise to be nice and be quiet."

She looked at me with her jaw wide open.

"I cannot believe you just said that to me! Where's that bouncer?!"

"I don't know. Stay right here, and let me go get him."

Her face was all shock as I walked away. I found the bouncer standing near the door and asked him to come back to the table for a second. He just grinned and followed me over.

"What's the problem?" he asked.

"This girl," I said, putting a hand on Beth's shoulder, "is demanding that her friend over there leave with her right now."

"And?" he asked me.

"Christine," I asked, and the drunk redhead looked at me. She was even more curled into Travis now. "Do you want to leave with Beth now? Or do you want to stay with Travis?"

She hesitated, but Travis whispered something in her ear that made her giggle. A few seconds later, she said, "I want to stay here."

I smiled at her and looked back at the security guard. "Damnit," I said. "Beth here wanted you to come over here and force her friend to leave, but it looks like she's just wasting your time. Again. Sorry to bother you."

He grinned at me again and took a few steps back. Still, he recognized the potential for the situation to get out of hand, and he didn't go too far. Beth tossed a glare at Christine, and then me, and then everyone else.

"The offer still stands," I said to her, "but only if you don't try to sic the security staff on me again." I took another pull on my beer, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I didn't take my eyes off her, though, so I saw the explosion coming long before it did.

"You think you can get away with this?" she asked, very loudly. She was slurring her speech and wobbling. I was hoping she'd fall over and pass out, but it didn't happen. Instead, she started punching me on the shoulder.

"You and your big military buddies coming in here and taking my friend from me? I see you all, with your high-and-tight haircuts, and big muscles, and big old sticks stuck up your ass, thinking you're better than all of us. You're not from here, but you come to my town, interrupt my girls' night out and make me look like a fool like that? Huh?" 

She'd kept punching me, after every sentence and sometimes more than once per sentence. She wasn't doing any damage, but it started to get on my nerves. The last punch landed on the side of my neck, and I grabbed her wrist as she launched it at my face this time.

"Hit me again, bitch." The bouncer closed half the distance to our table in a split second. This was getting out of control in a hurry. There were so many ways this could end badly, and I really wanted to avoid them all. Still, no one at the table had made any moves to stop me. 

"Or what?" she shouted. "Are you going to hit me? Is that what they teach you in the military now? To make up for your lack of balls by hitting women?"

I chugged the rest of my beer and slammed it down on the table, hard enough for everyone in this bar and the one across the street to hear it. Even Beth flinched at the impact. My napkin was in my lap, and I threw it on the table as I stood up and stared her down. I still had a tight grip on her wrist.

"First of all, you're not a woman. You're a self-centered little wanna-be princess. It's an insult to the rest of the ladies at my table and in this bar when you call yourself a woman, so shut up."

She looked up into my eyes, and her expression changed. She was on fire a second ago, but now I saw genuine fear in her eyes. I dropped her wrist, but her face didn't change. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced around for any sign of help. I wondered if that was the alcohol, or if her fear and my anger were getting to her.

"Here's what I think," I growled. "You're a loud mouth prissy little GIRL who is pitching a kindergarten temper tantrum because you didn't get your way. I think your friend Christine has a lot better taste in men than she does in friends. And most of all, I think you're a really heinous bitch who's never been put in her place ONLY because you're mildly attractive."

I can't say the place was completely quiet, but I didn't hear anything else. I noticed several dozen people looking at me, but really, I was just focused on the one standing right in front of me.

"Lucky for you, I had a double helping of way fucking better than mild last night. Sorry, sister, but you don't intimidate me. Go outside and cool off."

"Have you lost your--"

"Did I stutter, Beth? GO! NOW!"

No way everyone in the bar didn't hear that one.

She was about to reply, but I sharpened my glare. She matched it for a fleeting second, but then her eyes dropped to the ground. I was so sick and tired of her shit, of her trying to impose her will on her friend and everybody else, and of her being a spoiled little brat. Whatever she'd been through, it still didn't give her that right. And she knew it. She slowly turned around and walked toward the door. She looked back at me twice, but I never stopped glaring at her until she was gone.

Half the bar applauded and cheered me as she left, and there was a full round of fist bumps at my table. I shouted "Newcastle!" in the general direction of the bartender, knowing I wouldn't have to buy this one.

"Holy shit, Brad," J.T. said. "You were always a pain in my ass for speaking your mind, but, that's going above and beyond."

My beer showed up, and I chugged the first third of it before responding. "Any one of you guys would have done the same thing if you didn't have your girls here with you."

"The first part, sure," Billy said. "But you just ordered that chick to go outside, and she fucking did it."

"I'm sure she'll still be out there when we leave," I said. "And I'm sure she'll give me an earful. Just gonna walk past her and ignore her, and hopefully her batteries will die soon thereafter."

"That was pretty harsh," Christine said.

"You saying she didn't deserve it?" I asked, and she just shook her head. "Then there you go."

I polished off the rest of my fresh beer in quick order. About five minutes after telling her to go outside, I stood up. 

"Time to go," I said.

"She's definitely still outside waiting on us," Sheila said.

"Good," I replied. "If she tries to punch me again, you and Julia can do whatever you want to her."

The two girls laughed, and the eight of us slowly made our way to the door. The steamy, humid air was like a damp slap in the face, but it had nothing on the blonde fireplug sitting on the hood of a red sports car parked on the street. As soon as I stepped outside, she charged full speed toward me.

"You are such an asshole!" she shouted, getting right up into my face. Even when the rest of the crowd spilled onto the sidewalk, I noticed she stayed focused on me instead of attempting to change Christine's mind or chastising Travis for stealing her attention.

"There are some people who would agree, yes," I said, shrugging her off and striding toward Ocean Boulevard, despite having no clue where we were headed. She wasn't through, though. She tugged on my right arm, spinning me back around to face her.

"Where the hell were you raised, huh?" she shouted. "Didn't your mama ever teach you how to treat a lady?"

"Sure she did," I replied, tossing her an amused grin. "There are only three ladies out here right now, though," I said, nodding toward the pack standing behind me. "Any of you guys need any help taking care of your ladies?"

There was a muffled rumble of "No" from the group, and Beth's face flushed again. I had to admit, seeing her pissed off like this was getting to me.

"I swear to God, if you insult me one more time--" she exclaimed, and I'm sure she'd have followed by leveling some empty threat at me. But as her face inched closer and closer to mine, I noticed something, and I put a hand up to quiet her.

"Why, Beth," I said, my amusement climbing with each word. I waited for her to exhale one more time to confirm my suspicions, and then turned back to my group with a smile. "Is that a breath mint you have in your mouth, or are you chewing gum?"

She blushed an even deeper red as her eyes vapor-locked onto the gravel. A couple of the guys were laughing, and I heard at least two distinct female giggles.

"Oh, what do you care?" Beth asked, turning her glare toward my friends. "I'm not some redneck chick that likes her breath smelling like tequila, unlike your friends--"

I really didn't feel like hearing her insult my friends again. So, I quickly pulled her face up to mine and planted a long kiss, right on her babbling lips.

If the kiss in the bar hadn't been electric, this one certainly was. Even thoroughly pissed off like she was, Beth's face was glowing, and there was a strange energy buzzing around her. She put up a token fight for appearances sake, but by the time my tongue made its way into her mouth, she'd abandoned the struggle. 

When I finished kissing her, I pulled away and took a step back. Her eyes were still closed as she drew shallow breaths.

"Holy shit," Tim said behind me, sounding as close to hammered as I'd ever heard. "You found a way to shut her up."

"Way to take another one for the team, man!" That was Billy.

"Eh, it's only taking one for the team if you don't enjoy it," I replied, just loud enough for them to hear. "She might have plenty of other flaws, but she's a pretty damn good kisser."

Beth's eyes flew open and a half-smile slowly crept onto her face. 

"Did you really mean that?" she asked, just loudly enough for me to hear.

"That you have plenty of flaws?" I replied. "Damn straight I meant it."

"Oh, you fucking jackass!" she cried out, and flailed an open palm against my shoulder. When she cleared it and started aiming at my face, I grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, pulling her body in and pinning it to mine. This time, I just had to graze her lips with mine. Her eyes snapped shut, and her breathing turned shallow.

"Brad, we're heading to the next bar down the street," someone said behind me. I just waved a hand behind me, and I heard them shuffle off down the street. When the noises subsided, Beth opened her eyes.

"Since you called Sheila a bitch, your invitation to hang out with us has been revoked," I said. "I promise Travis will take care of Christine. You should go home now."

I spun around and headed off toward the rest of the group, fully intending to join them and leave Beth standing by herself in front of the bar. 

"Good, because I don't want to hang out with them anyway!" she shouted at my back. I was hoping that would be it, but she wouldn't let it go. She followed me, tugging on my arm again, and I spun to face her.

"Beth, seriously," I said. "My job was to help Travis hook up with Christine. I've done that. I don't want any more trouble with you."

That wasn't completely true. Our kissing was seriously turning me on, and the fact that she looked down in fear or submission every time I scolded her wasn't helping that. Neither was my drunkenness. If I hadn't spent the past hour fighting with this woman, I'd have already had her back at my hotel room.

"So..." she said, trailing off. I thought that was it, but she found the courage to complete the sentence. "You weren't really interested in me?"

She was fighting herself, big time. As I looked into her eyes, though, I could see what Christine had called "the old Beth" in there, right below the surface, trying desperately to claw her way up. She still had her guard up, but it was starting to give way. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't put words in my mouth. I never said--"

This time she cut me off by pulling me into a kiss. This one didn't last very long, either, but when our tongues untangled, I was hard as a rock.

"Please?" she asked, almost begging me. I could feel myself giving into it, though I had no idea what I was giving into. A few seconds later, she made it more than clear when the back of her hand brushed against my cock. My hands moved over her shoulders and across her chest, and I felt her nipples poking out against her black halter-top.

"Come on," I said, and headed toward the hotel, in the opposite direction from the bar everyone else had gone to. I took a few steps before I realized she wasn't with me.

"No," she said, though there was little heat behind it. "I don't want to go with you."

Something was swimming around in my Newcastle-soaked brain, but I couldn't place it.

"What the hell, Beth?" I tersely asked, reversing course and walking toward my friends. "Make up your fucking mind."

As I passed her, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. "I already did," she said, making eye contact with me briefly. "I want to go, but..."

Her eyes flicked rapidly between my eyes and the pavement, and finally, I got the picture.

"Well, then, come the fuck on!" I shouted, and pulled her by the arm, half-dragging her down the street. The Palms was already in view, just a half-block up the road. Once we crossed the street, she started playing her role.

"You're really going to fucking do this?"

I said nothing.

"You're going to force me to come up to your hotel room and have sex with you?"

Still nothing.

"God, I said you were an ugly, disgusting bastard at the bar, but even I didn't think you were the kind of guy who had to force himself on a girl."

I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and yanked her head back by her hair. I kissed her hard enough to bruise her lips, then looked into her eyes.

"Force?" I asked. "Am I going to be forcing you to do anything?"

I got no response so I pulled a little harder. She moaned again, and I raised my voice as I repeated myself.

"Am I forcing you to do anything?!"

"No."

"You want this, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Say it, bitch!" I lightly spanked her ass. My lips curled into the slightest of grins -- enough to let her know I was still playing, but I meant business nonetheless. She returned it and looked at the pavement.

"Yes, I want it."

"What do you want?"

"You."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Louder."

"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!"

It wasn't as loud as I could have shouted it, but I imagine it gave some of the late-night partiers on the Isle of Palms some food for thought, anyway.

I pulled her on toward the hotel without another word. When we got to the lobby, Frank just smiled at me and said, "Have a good night, Mr. Carver." We probably looked like a happy couple to him.

Once we got in the elevator, the act was over. She pushed me against the wall and smothered me with kisses, forcing her tongue in and out of my mouth. She was trying to be the aggressor, which, after the night we'd had, just wasn't going to fly.

The elevator stopped, and I roughly shoved her off of me, laughing as she slammed into the opposite wall. She glared back at me defiantly, but before she could mouth off or fall down, I grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the elevator and down the corridor. She fought against my grip on her hand, but I just laughed as she tried to pry my fingers apart. 

"I already told you I was coming," she said. "You don't have to break my hand."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 07



"Oh, you're not coming yet," I said. "And you won't, either. Not until you beg me." Her only response was to moan, and when I looked back at her, her smile was on high beams.

I made quick work of the lock on my suite door and yanked her inside. She stumbled toward the couch, which was as good a place as any. 

"Strip. Quickly," I said, and she began to take her clothes off. She pouted and mumbled under her breath, but she did as she was asked. 

Her breasts were fake, which usually annoyed the shit out of me, but Beth's frame was so slight that I could imagine her natural breasts were nothing bigger than a small B-cup. At least I could understand why she'd purchased the upgrade, which made them probably a large C-cup. The best part of her clothed body was her ass, and when she finally slipped her jeans off, it looked even better than I had imagined. She wore a little yellow thong, which I told her to keep on. 

"What now?" she asked. "Do I have to give you a fucking lap dance?"

I chuckled. "No. I don't like fake tits in my face, and something tells me you wouldn't be any good at it anyway."

Her face flared up, and I laughed as I pushed her to her knees. "Take off my shorts." I was wearing cargo shorts, and it took her all of five seconds to have them and my boxers around my ankles. 

"Holy shit," she said, and I did my best not to laugh. All the rough play had kept me hard as iron, and her reaction betrayed any kind of act she might still be hanging onto.

"Don't just sit there and look at it," I said. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forward, shoving as much of my cock into her mouth as I could. She started gagging, and when I pulled out, only about half my cock was wet.

"Un-fucking-acceptable, Beth," I growled. "You're a shitty friend, you're a lousy bar patron, and now you're a pathetic cocksucker, too? I don't fucking think so."

I gripped her hair again and pushed down. This time she got about two more inches in, and I was satisfied with that. I gripped her wrists and held them above her head.

"No hands, bitch," I said. "Suck my fucking cock down your throat with no hands."

She really started to get into it after that, taking me as far as she could. As rough as I wanted to be with her, I wasn't trying to gag her, so I let her mostly control the pace. At least, until she smarted off again.

"For a man who talks so much, you sure don't have much between your legs."

I'd seen the look in her eyes when she'd unleashed my cock, and I heard her voice when she'd said "Holy shit." Apparently, she didn't want the act to end.

"Oh, really, slut?" I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the floor, slinging her onto the bed in the process. I dragged her to the foot of the bed and hung her head off the end, with her mostly naked body splayed in front of me invitingly.

Her mouth was already hanging open, and I wasted no time forcing my cock down her throat. She made plenty of gagging noises, but she managed to hang on till I pulled out each time.

Meanwhile, I attacked her tits with a fury, holding nothing back as I latched on to each nipple with my teeth, biting as hard as I could before switching to the other. Each time I sunk my teeth in, she let out a scream muffled only by the eight-inch gag in her mouth.

I felt Beth's hands slip around and grip the backs of my legs, pulling me harder into her mouth. Leaving her tits alone for the time being, I pulled Beth's thong to one side, spit on my fingers, and roughly stabbed two deep into her pussy.

"FUCK!!" she shouted, and even with my cock in her mouth, it was easy to make out what she was saying. I just grinned and kept pumping the fingers in and out of her, occasionally slapping her clit with my other hand. Every time I did that, she moaned.

"You're fucking enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked her, not really expecting a response. "I'm not doing this for your pleasure, Beth. I don't care if you're turned on. I just don't want to have any trouble sliding my cock into this pussy. It's extremely fucking tight, just like the rest of you."

She dug her nails into my thighs as an answer, and I just laughed. It wasn't completely true -- even in this situation, I wanted to make sure she enjoyed it every bit as much as I did. She was very, very tight though, and I didn't feel like being gentle. 

When I thought she was ready, I stood up and slung her around by a leg until her ass was maybe a foot from the end of the bed, her legs dangling off the edge invitingly. She looked up at me expectantly.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, and she just smiled. "Bite your nipple."

"I don't..." she started, involuntarily gripping her left tit and pulling it toward her mouth. "I don't know if I can."

"You better," I answered, lining my cock up with her pussy but holding there. "If you want this cock, you'd better figure out how."

She pulled her tit toward her mouth, and she managed to lick it with her tongue and graze it with her teeth. She couldn't clamp down, but it wasn't for lack of trying.

"Fine," I shouted. "Pinch it, then."

Beth wasted no time doing just that, while I stroked my cock and watched.

"Harder, bitch," I said. "You want me to fuck your uptight little cunt? You better start showing me how bad."

Suddenly, she squeezed so hard that her eyes rolled back in her head, and I chose that exact moment to grab her knees and pull her forward, impaling her pussy on my cock. She didn't exactly scream out, but only because the back of her other hand was caught between her teeth.

I didn't really fuck her so much as I pulled her legs forward until my cock sunk all the way inside her, then I pushed her back until I slid almost completely out. I did that over and over again, and I imagined her back was starting to get a little sore from all the sliding across the top blanket. And no, I didn't care.

"You haven't earned me fucking you yet, Beth," I spat out, and her eyes locked onto mine. There was plenty of heat there, and I was starting to understand what Christine meant about Beth being good in bed. If nothing else, she was very enthusiastic and had no trouble getting into it. "So for now, I'm just gonna make you fuck me."

She groaned and started slapping her own tits, which made me smile widely. She knew what I wanted without me even having to tell her.

"You like this, don't you, bitch?" I asked, knowing full well she loved it.

"Uh huh," she squeaked, still pinching her nipples while looking up at me.

"Yeah, well, I don't," I said, and abruptly pulled out of her, dropping her legs and waist onto the bed in a heap. She whined, but I just turned my back and headed across the room to the recliner sitting next to the balcony door. "Crawl over here, completely naked."

She cocked an eyebrow at me from across the room. "You really are going to make me your slut tonight, aren't you?"

"You have no idea," I answered. "Now shut the fuck up, and do what I said."

She quickly slipped her thong off and slid to the floor, slowly crawling over to me. When she got there, she rubbed her hair and cheeks all over my cock.

"Can I suck it again?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No," I replied. "Stand up, turn away from me and back up onto my dick."

She did just that, and I got a spectacular view of her ass. I wasn't sure why I liked it so much. It was a lot bigger than it probably should have been for a girl with such a slight figure, so that might have had something to do with it. It might have also been that despite its size, she obviously went to great pains to keep it firm, because there wasn't much extra padding to be seen. Whatever the reason, it was hands-down my favorite part of her body. 

Beth cried out as she sank down on my cock, and when her cheeks touched my thighs, I smacked her on the back.

"Get the fuck up!" I shouted, and she quickly pulled off. "I said to back up on it. I didn't say you could sit down on me. Only nice girls get to sit on this cock."

She looked back over her shoulder at me, a pleading look on her face. I just glared.

"Have you been a nice girl tonight, Beth?" I asked. She'd stopped moving, but a quick swat to her left ass cheek fixed that. She cautiously sank herself back down, but made sure her ass didn't touch my body.

"I'm being nice now," she said, barely loud enough for me to hear.

"You're just doing what you're told now," I answered, "and it nowhere near makes up for the shit you did at the bar. When I think you're being nice, THEN I'll start really fucking you, and THEN I'll let you touch me. Until then, just be grateful I'm allowing you to use to my cock to fuck yourself."

I swatted her ass again, and she moaned again. "Harder, please."

"What?" I asked. I'd heard her just fine -- I just wanted her to get louder.

"Spank me harder, please!" she shouted, and I started really laying into her ass as she repeatedly worked it up and down my rock-hard rod. I liked the way her ass moved, and I liked that I had to spank it pretty damn hard to get any ripple out of it. 

Before long, both cheeks were flushing deep red, and I could feel the heat rising from them on my palms. Beth was still crying out with every shot, and she slammed herself down so hard on my cock that our bodies couldn't help but touch. She always pulled right back up each time, but I could tell she was getting close to cumming.

"Are you gonna cum, bitch?" I asked her. I'd have thought calling a girl a bitch would feel wrong to me, even during sex, but I guess the dynamics of this evening had changed a lot of things.

"Can I?" she asked breathlessly. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her curly blonde hair and yanked back, relishing the way she cried out as I did.

"Not until you beg me," I answered.

"Please, Brad," she said. "I really want to cum."

"I could barely hear you," I said.

"PLEASE!!" she shouted. "I need to cum!"

"And if I could barely hear you," I said, acting as if she hadn't said anything, "then I know the people downstairs and down the hall couldn't hear you."

"FUCK, BRAD!" she yelled now. "PLEASE LET ME CUM FOR YOU!"

With that, I gripped her hips and pulled her down hard on my cock quickly and forcefully, still using her body to do most of the work but adding a little thrust of my own each time. She wasted no time, blanketing the room with an ear-splitting bellow as her orgasm ripped through her body. She stopped moving as the orgasm took her, just crouching on my cock and clinching her pussy over and over again. I added a few more swats to each side of her ass for good measure.

She wasn't quite finished cumming yet when I pushed her off of my cock and onto the floor. I stood up quickly and opened the sliding glass door to the balcony. The warm, humid air blitzed us immediately. I reached down and grabbed her by the hair, tugging slightly but not enough to actually pull her anywhere.

"Come on," I said. "I'm not even fucking close to finished with you yet."

She groaned, but slowly rolled onto her knees and then stood up straight. The hair that wasn't matted to her face by sweat was all over the place, and her makeup was mostly gone. She looked better without it.

My hand slid from her hair down to her arm, and I dragged her by the shoulder out onto the balcony. I backed up against the railing.

"Clean my cock, with just your tongue," I said. She looked at the ground, and I pulled her chin back up. "Don't kneel. Just bend over. You're going to be doing a lot of that over the next few minutes."

I let her chin go, and she backed up enough that she could lean over and take my cock straight into her mouth. She wrapped her right hand around my left thigh, and the other hand latched onto the railing off to my right.

She took me pretty deep once or twice but spent most of her energy on lapping up her juices with her tongue. She drifted down to my balls more than a few times, and licked some of her cum off my inner thighs as well. 

"Have I been nice enough yet?" she asked me.

"Yeah, right," I scoffed. "You called one of my friends a bitch, you called me fat a couple times, and you tried to cockblock my friend. Do you think just sucking my dick a little bit is enough to make up for that?"

She smiled. "No," she agreed. "You definitely need to cum hard, and cum all over me." She didn't specify where, but her right hand brushed her hair out of her face and traced down her cheek to her neck before landing on her right tit.

"Oh, I will," I answered, pulling her forward until she was bent over the railing next to me. "Later."

I stepped up behind her, lined my cock up with her pussy and pushed forward as my hands gripped her hips. I paused for a second, my cock buried as deep inside her as it could go, and just jerked my hips slightly from side to side. I pulled out again, and took the next five or 10 strokes very slowly and gently.

"Mmm," she moaned. "That feels nice."

"Yeah, not really," I said, and went from 0 to 60 in a flash, feverishly pounding her tight twat as fast my hips could go. 

"Oh, FUCK!" she exclaimed. "That feels fucking great, too."

"Quit talking to me," I said, "and start telling those people down on the beach how much you love my cock."

For the next 15 or 20 minutes, she mixed the usual moans and groans with a lot of babbling about how much she liked what I was doing, how I made her feel, how she wanted to make me cum, etc. The noises were pretty damn loud, but the words weren't meant for anyone but me. Halfway through, I pushed her back down to where her tits were mashed up against the railing. She complained about the cold against her nipples, at least until I started swatting up and down her back with the back of my hand.

I continued blistering her ass and even got a few choice shots in on the backs of her thighs. I'd have stopped if she'd really objected to anything I did, but she just kept getting louder and louder with each new trick I tried. 

"Fuck me, Brad," she shouted. "You're gonna make me cum again!"

"Not yet, I'm not," I answered, not slowing my pace or lightening up my shots on her ass. "You're going to do two things first."

She didn't answer, choosing to concentrate on my cock instead. She figured I'd tell her what the two things were when I was ready.

"First," I said, moving my left hand in front of her face, "you're going to lick my thumb."

She didn't question it, going to town on my thumb like it was a shorter version of my cock. She spent most of a minute just sucking and bathing it with her saliva, until I pulled it out. Without warning, I forced it into her asshole, down to the first knuckle.

"SON OF A BITCH!" she cried out, gripping the railing with both hands. "Fuck, that feels huge!"

I ignored that. "And second, you're gonna get a lot louder."

"FUCK, THAT FEELS GOOD!" she shouted.

"That's good, Beth, but that's not what I wanted you to say," I said. "I told you earlier to tell the people down on the beach how much you loved my cock. Now, you're going to tell them you want to cum."

She looked back at me with wide eyes. I just stared back.

"And I'm not going to let you until someone down there tells me to."

If I'd thought her eyes were wide before, that was nothing.

"I have some pretty remarkable staying power," I said, though truthfully, I was getting pretty close to cumming myself. "If you think you can hold out until I cum, then be my guest. Otherwise, get to work."

I punctuated the last line with quick slaps on both ass cheeks, which made her gasp. It was another two minutes before I heard her say anything.

"Oh, fuck, I want to cum so bad," she said. 

"Come on, Beth," I said. "No one standing 10 feet from us would have heard that, much less anyone else."

"FUCK!" she shouted. "PLEASE LET ME CUM!"

That was a little better, but it got no response. I looked out over the railing to check - there were plenty of people walking on the sidewalks, and even more on the beach beyond them.

"They can't hear you," I said. Before she could say anything else, I spit on her puckered little asshole again, and replaced my thumb with my index finger.

"Fuck, Brad!" she exclaimed, looking back at me, pleading now. "You're killing me!"

"It's not up to me," I answered, rapidly fingering her ass while continuing to pound away at her pussy. "Guess you have some work to do."

She surprised me then, screaming at the top of her lungs, "FUCK!! PLEASE, LET ME CUM!!" She never broke eye contact with me, but there was no way the people down below hadn't heard her.

I kept fucking her for another 10-15 seconds, waiting for a response, but there was nothing. She looked at me expectantly, but I just shrugged. 

"I can keep doing this all night," I smiled, though that was far from the truth. I needed to cum as badly as she did. She looked like she was going to scream, and I simply gripped her hair and pointed her face out at the ocean.

"GODDAMNIT, PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!" She shouted it loud enough to make my ears ring, and I just grinned. She really was going to wait until I told her she could do it. 

Still, another 10 seconds passed with no answer from the people below. I had no intention of softening my stance, but I did start to think she was going to have to specifically ask someone to shout from below.

"PLEEASE-" she shouted again, but this time she didn't have to say anything else.

"JESUS CHRIST, MAN!" a male voice called from below. "LET HER CUM, ALREADY!"

Beth looked back at me, and I nodded. Then the dam broke. Her whole body convulsed as her orgasm coursed through her. I kept fucking her, but she was dead weight now, just sagging against the railing. She wasn't shouting or screaming anymore; now she just wailed, loud enough that anyone in our room could have heard it, but no one outside had any way of knowing if I'd finally given in.

Her orgasm finally started subsiding, but mine was rapidly approaching now. Just as I was about to grip her hips and really focus, though, her sweaty upper body slid backward off the metal railing, and she tumbled in a heap at my feet. 

Keeping with our roles, I guess I should have been angry. Clearly, that's what Beth thought, too, because as she rolled onto her back, the look on her face was pure panic. It only lasted for a second, though, fading into an apologetic, sheepish grin when she saw I wasn't upset. Really, after what I'd just done to her, how could I blame her?

I yanked her to her feet and pulled her back into the suite, not bothering to close the door. I quickly cleared everything off the desk with a sweep of my arm and pushed her back against it. The instant her back hit the surface, I pulled her legs over my shoulders and immediately drove my cock back into her pussy. The brief break had delayed my orgasm, and I quickly decided I was going to make her cum one more time before I finally finished.

I leaned onto her as far as I could, driving as much of my weight as possible into Beth with every subsequent thrust. She was groping her tits, still red and glowing from when we'd both smacked them before. She looked up at me wantonly, smiling devilishly between grunts.

"I really want your cum now, Brad," she said after about five minutes of this.

"Yeah, well, it must suck to want, bitch," I answered. There was no heat behind the last word - I felt like I'd fucked whatever attitude she'd been giving me earlier out of her, and now it was just good, rough sex. Still, she seemed to enjoy playing the submissive role.

She puffed out her lower lip in a mock pout. "You're not going to give me your cum?"

"Oh, I will," I said. "After you earn it."

"What was I doing before? Yelling to all those people?" she asked. She'd caught a second wind now, and was thrusting her hips up to meet me with every stroke. 

"That? That was you earning YOUR cum," I said flatly. I felt my own orgasm starting to build again.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 07



"Well, how do I earn yours now?" she asked. Her face was starting to plead with me again -- I imagined she was probably getting pretty sore. I knew my arms and hips would be feeling this in the morning.

"By giving me more of yours first." Her eyes widened, as if the thought of cumming again hadn't even crossed her mind. Still, she knew I was going to get what I wanted. She licked her fingers and dipped them between her legs. I could feel her rubbing her clit as I sawed in and out of her. She was staring at me intently, and I watched her facial expressions as she moved closer to a third orgasm.

"Come on, Beth," I said. I'd made her beg me for the first two, but this time I wanted her to cum quickly. I leaned down close to her ear. "Cum for me one more time, bitch," I whispered. "You've been a good girl since we got back here. Don't stop now; I want to feel that tight little pussy cumming all over my cock."

Her eyes were crying out to me as her fingers and my dick pushed her to the edge. Finally, her left hand locked onto my right wrist and squeezed tightly as she bit down hard on her lower lip. I kept pounding into her, but leaned down and latched onto her earlobe with my teeth.

"Cum for me, right now, Beth," I hissed into her ear, and she obliged. Her legs tightened around my neck as her third orgasm washed over her. She didn't scream or shout this time, but she alternated between pounding the desk and the wall with her closed right fist. 

After a minute or two, her hand let go of my forearm and I felt her legs go limp on my shoulders. She looked up at me, almost dreamily. "Now?" she asked.

I'd been focusing on her for the past several minutes, which made it easy to forget I hadn't had an orgasm since my shower this morning. Beth's simple question brought that topic rushing back to the front of my brain.

"Pretty soon," I said, continuing to hammer away.

"Jesus, Brad," she replied, sliding her legs off my shoulders and hanging them off the desk. "Please cum for me. You have no idea how badly I want your cum right now."

That was when I knew for sure that she was just having a bad night. The Beth from the bar wouldn't have given a fuck about me cumming. This Beth, while clearly appreciative of all the orgasms, wasn't going to be satisfied until I did.

"Please, Brad?" she pleaded. Part of it was an act, playing up her role as the submissive, but I knew part of it was real. The fire in her eyes made it all too obvious. "I've been begging you all night. Do I have to beg for your cum now?"

I didn't -- couldn't -- answer. She started whimpering then, and when I felt her flex her pussy muscles, squeezing and milking my cock while it was still buried inside her, it all became too much.

"Fuck!" I shouted, and pulled out of her quickly. I moved around to the side of the desk as I gripped my cock. "I'm gonna cum all over you, Beth." 

She just moaned and cupped her tits. A second later, I erupted. The sexual tension that had been building between us for hours splattered in long, thick streams all over her chest and hands. I was coherent enough to point my cock at her face for a moment, landing a shot or two on her right cheek and in her curly blonde hair, now plastered to her face due to sweat and humidity. She took over then, coaxing the rest of my cum from my cock with her slippery hands.

It was as if she'd been waiting for my orgasm before she really let the last one I'd given her hit her, because within seconds, she was out cold, my cum dripping off her cheeks and sliding down the sides of her tits onto the desk. As my cock fell from her grasp, I realized I couldn't stand up anymore, either, and immediately collapsed onto the bed.

I only needed a couple minutes to recover before I started searching for my cell phone. I had no idea what time it was, but I was two hours ahead of Idaho, so I figured it wouldn't be too late to call Kelly.

The thought excited me, and I stopped for a second. All day long, I'd been somewhat aggravated about our conversation from the morning, and how she refused to tell me anything about her appearance, despite that she already had numerous pictures of me. Although I'd told her it was fine, it really was anything but, and that had kind of cast a cloud over the thought of her all day.

That cloud was gone now, and I realized with a bemused grin that the girl lying passed out on the desk was the reason why. Beth had been, quite simply, a queen bitch at the bar, and no doubt most of my aggression that evening had been for her. But apparently, some of it had been for Kelly, too, because I was back to being okay with not knowing what she looked like. Sure, I wanted to know, and I didn't plan to ask her any other questions until she told me, but the earlier frustration I'd been feeling toward her was gone.

I had two missed calls, both from Kelly, and was about to check my voicemail when I heard a knock on the door.

"IOP Police Department," the voice said. "Anyone in here?"

Shit, I thought. I grabbed two towels from the bathroom, draped one over Beth's sleeping body and wrapped the other around my waist. I slid the chain into place and opened the door.

"Can I help you?" There were two uniformed police officers, both men in the 40s, standing in the hallway.

"Isle of Palms PD," one of them said again. "We had a couple complaints about noise coming from this room."

I had to fight back a laugh. "Ah."

"One was from someone here in the hotel, staying in the room below you. Apparently that person called the front desk but they didn't do anything to fix it, so they called us."

It figured. No way Frank at the front desk would risk pissing off J.T., especially since he'd seen Beth and I walk in earlier. He probably figured it was just sex noise.

"The other was from someone down on the beach, complaining about a girl yelling."

I could only grin.

"Sir, please open the door."

"OK, but my.. uh.. friend.. is not exactly clothed." I shut the door and undid the chain.

"Tell her to get under the covers, then," the policeman said through the closed door.

"She's not in bed," I answered, opening the door. The first one stepped into the room and immediately spotted Beth on the desk. Thankfully, the towel was just big enough to cover all the important parts. Sure, she'd been a pain in the ass, but that was no reason to humiliate her any further.

"Is she OK?" he asked. I was about to answer, but Beth dreamily said, "I'm fine. Trust me. I'm good." She had her hand up with her thumb and index finger forming an O, and her other three fingers flared out -- the classic "OK" symbol.

The policeman looked around a little bit before turning around.

"Sorry about that, officer," I said. "We'll keep it down."

"Please do," he replied. "And, if there's any truth to the complaint we got from the beach..." he tailed off a moment before finishing. "Let's just say I've seen a lot on these beaches and in these hotels. This ain't the first time someone's been doing something on the balcony, but this is the first time I've ever heard of someone begging for permission."

He just laughed as he and his partner walked away. I chuckled and shut the door. 

"You OK?" I asked Beth.

"Yeah," she said. "Help me?"

The aggressive dominating side of me tucked away now, I gingerly helped her off the desk and carried her to the bed. I gently laid her down, and she just smiled at me as she lazily used the towel to wipe herself up. Within seconds, she was fast asleep.

I went back to my cell phone and checked my voicemail.

"Brad, it's me," Kelly's angelic voice said. I immediately left Charleston and teleported to southeastern Idaho. "I know I said I didn't work till 9 in the morning, but things have changed, and I have to be up at 5 now. I'm going to go to bed now, around 1 a.m. your time. Please call me when you get up. I'll take the first break I can and call back."

Fuck, I thought. I'd gotten used to ending every night with her voice. The second voicemail, though, sent me to bed with a smile.

"You know, I hope you're working on tomorrow's storytelling time, and that's why you're not answering," she said. She had no idea. "But, I almost forgot." There was a long pause. "Thank you for understanding, about wanting to wait till we meet for you to see what I look like. It's important to me. But since you're being so patient," she paused and took a deep breath before finishing. "I have brown hair, down to my shoulders. I'll give you more some other day, before you get back. Sleep well. I missed you today."

My eyes closed then, visions of a sexy girl with shoulder-length brown hair dancing in my head. Before sleep overtook me, I made a silent note to never be angry with her again.



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 08



 Note: This is the eighth chapter in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-7, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader for helping me clean it up. 

Day 7

Wednesday, June 17

Charleston, SC to Sumter, SC

Well... this might change things.

The bathroom mirror was covered with thick fog, thanks to my gargantuan 45-minute shower, starring water so hot it could peel the paint off a Porsche. That was just as well, because I had no desire to look at myself at the moment.

How the fuck could I have let this happen? 

More importantly, how the hell was I going to tell Kelly? 

More than that, how was I going to cope if she got disgusted and never wanted to talk to me again?

Of all the uncomfortable things that had happened this evening, that was the least comforting thought of all.

It was well after 3 a.m., and I couldn't help but chuckle at the difference a day makes. Twenty-four hours ago, I'd just finished breaking bratty little Beth of her massive attitude problem and was sleeping peacefully 50 feet from the Atlantic Ocean.

Now, about the only good thing I had was a belly full of pancakes and eggs from the local IHOP. The bad things? By my estimation, there were three.

1. A seven-hour drive that needed to start no later than 6 a.m. 

2. The hangover had decided not to wait until after I woke up this time, so the only thing stronger than my desire to stab my temples with a pitchfork was my desire to vomit all over this Days Inn. The shower had helped some, but not nearly enough. 

How the hell did this happen? And why did I let it keep going?

Those were the questions in my head as I wandered out of the bathroom, in the general vicinity of the king-size bed parked in the middle of the room. I'd asked myself those very things so many times the past three hours that the questions might as well have filed citizenship papers in my cerebral cortex.

I found a clean pair of boxers from my duffel bag and collapsed onto the bed. As my head hit the pillow, my left knee hit something else. I moved my hand down to find and remove the interfering object, but it was my cell phone. Which brought back...

3. A ridiculously tough phone call I had to make.

Kelly.

It was after 3 a.m. here, but only a little after 1 a.m. her time. She'd probably be driving home right now, no doubt waiting for that familiar ringtone to go off. She'd crack a huge smile, pick up the phone and drop some kind of line that, despite my current state, would make both heads deliriously happy.

Then, I'd tell her the truth and listen while she turned those curse words against me and hung up without so much as saying goodbye.

Maybe I wouldn't call tonight, I thought. It wasn't appealing, the idea of leaving Kelly hanging when I'd promised I would call. But my head was pounding, my stomach was pulling a gymnastics routine that would make an 85-pound Chinese teenager proud, and my brain was wrapped in a sheet of cellophane. 

Yes, I thought. The smart thing would be to wait until I could think clearly. Definitely. Easiest no-brainer in the history of mankind.

So of course, my fingers punched her speed dial, and my ears waited patiently for her voice.

"Great timing," she said. "I just finished a little mini-fantasy about you bending me over the chair in my office and pounding me while the rest of the crew cleaned and closed up."

See? 

"Hold that thought," I said. "And all the details that go with that thought, too, because I definitely need to hear this in its entirety at some point."

"At some point," she agreed. "But reality is better than fantasy, and I'm guessing you have some reality to tell me?"

"I do, but..." I started. It wasn't like me to mince words, and even though she'd only known me for a week, she knew that. 

"Brad? Everything ok?"

"Yeah, it's just..." I trailed off again.

"What did you do?"

I've never been one to lie or even wait to tell the truth when it's going to be a sticky situation. So, I came out with it.

**********************************

 12 hours earlier... 

The Shell station looked like it had been built before people actually needed to buy gas. 

The store itself was a cross between a condemned barn and the type of trailer you see a lot of on the Weather Channel during tornado season. The cheap aluminum overhang was one nasty gust of wind from collapsing on anyone stupid enough to park under it, the pumps themselves were probably the last gas pumps in America without a credit card reader, and the sign with the prices was missing about half its numbers. The parking lot butted up against thick woods that were undoubtedly hiding bodies.

So why had I been parked at this God-forsaken gas station a few miles south of Santee, South Carolina, for the past 30 minutes, with my doors locked and the engine running?

Well, Robin Williams put it best: God gave men a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to run one at a time.

And with what Kelly's voice was doing to me on the other end of the phone, my penis currently had the floor. That would have been blatantly obvious to anyone who peered through my windows, and I hadn't even touched my dick since I'd left Charleston. Breathing took a concentrated effort, so driving was completely out of the question.

"Jesus, Brad," she panted, raising my body temperature by another degree or two. "You've turned me into a bubbly pool of goo."

"You?" I asked, my breathing every bit as heavy as hers. "You obviously have no idea what you do to me, Kelly. None."

She giggled softly, clearly coming down off her orgasmic blissful high as slowly as possible. "Seriously, baby. I'm gonna have to change my sheets."

"Mmmm," I hummed, audibly smacking my lips together. "Tasty."

"God, I wish," she said. So did I.

Instead of the normal game we usually played, where I teased and tortured Kelly until I told her to cum for me, I'd simply told her the story of what happened the night before. Before I began, I told her I was only going to stop when she came. I wanted her to play with herself continuously, and make herself cum as many times as possible. The story started when I got to the bar, and I didn't stop until Beth was passed out on the desk. 

My unofficial scoreboard had her at six, and with each orgasm, my jeans and my cock were ratcheting up preparations for war. 

"Brad?" she asked, turning my four-letter name into a five-syllable word. The way she said it, it almost needed an 'R' rating.

"Yeah, baby?"

"My clit is still throbbing."

I won't lie -- I actually shuddered, and I groaned into the phone. If my cock hadn't been so constricted, I'm pretty sure I'd have cum right there in my pants.

"So I guess you liked that, huh?" I asked. I know -- dumb question. 

"Oh, fuck, yeah I did," she said. "I can barely move right now."

"What was your favorite part?" I asked.

"Oooh," she moaned. "When you threw me on the bed, and forced your cock down my throat."

Jesus, I thought silently. Her saying that, and replacing Beth with herself in the story, was unbelievably hot.

"Or..." she continued, "maybe it was when you forced me to shout to the people on the beach before you'd let me cum."

I was about to make a comment, but she kept going.

"Oh, no," she said. "It was definitely right at the end, when you came all over my tits, and my face, and in my mouth."

"You know if I wasn't on the set of Deliverance right now, I'd be shooting cum all over my car, right?"

That made her moan, too. "I'm sorry, baby," she said, making sure I knew she was anything but. "Am I making things uncomfortable for you?"

"Incredibly."

"It serves you right," she said.

"For what?"

"For telling me the hottest thing you've ever told me, and not actually being here in person to follow through."

I couldn't argue with that.

"Oh," she said. "You mentioned something about cops in your text this morning."

I laughed. "Yeah."

"You didn't get arrested, did you?"

"No," I answered. "Let's just say, Beth will never be accused of being a quiet girl."

"Disturbing the peace?"

"Yep," I answered. "Two different complaints. One from the hotel, and one from outside on the beach."

"Nice!" she exclaimed. "They give you a ticket?"

"Surprisingly, no," I said. "I think the guy was impressed about me making her get permission. He said he'd never heard anything like that before."

"Ooh, look," she said. "Your creativity is good for something besides getting me off 30 times a day. It got you out of a ticket."

I chuckled. She wasn't ready to change the subject yet.

"So, besides talking to the cops," she said, "what was your favorite part?"

"Geez," I said, ignoring the thing about the cops. "I don't know. I guess, the overall feeling of just being so totally in control. Taking what I wanted. She'd been a huge bitch all night, and honestly, it just felt good to knock her down a couple pegs."

"I bet it did," she said. "I'll have to remember to do something like that in the future, if you'll promise to do the exact same thing to me." She giggled again. "But really, what was your favorite specific thing about it?"

"Honestly?" I asked.

"Of course, Brad," she said.

"Telling you all about it right now."

She was quiet for a few moments, but her heavy breathing into the phone kept my cock at attention. "You really mean that?"

"You know I do, babe," I said. "I wouldn't lie about something like that."

"I wish you could see how big my smile is right now," she said quietly.

"I wish you knew how happy that makes me," I answered. I know, I know; uber-mushy cheesiness. But right in that moment, just knowing how happy she was, just about made me want to shout at the top of my lungs.

Any temptation to do that was interrupted by a click. We both stayed quiet, willing whoever it was to hang up, but they didn't, and a second later, it clicked again.

"Shit," Kelly said. "It's work calling me. Let me see what they want."

"OK," I replied. "Go ahead and clean yourself up afterward. Grab a shower if you need to, or whatever."

"What?" she asked. "You don't like the idea of me all naked and sloppy, my pussy dripping for you?"

I groaned again. "You're evil, Kelly. Seriously, it'll give me a few moments to calm down and get back on the road. The longer you stay naked, the later I get to Sumter."

She laughed. "You're a little distracted, huh?"

"More than a little."

She agreed to call me later and hung up. I got out of the car, and despite the state of the station, I went inside. I needed about 10 minutes to pick a soda, and it had nothing to do with being indecisive. When I finally bought my Dr. Pepper and Doritos, my brain had reclaimed at least some of its rightful blood, and I got back on the road.

Tim, J.T. and Billy had woken me up at 9:30, pounding on my door and reciting the entire room service part of the Tommy Boy movie. When I rolled out of bed to get the door, I realized Beth was gone. It wasn't until after I got back from our five-mile beach run that I saw her note, sitting atop the plastic-wrapped cups in the bathroom.

"Brad," she wrote, using the hotel stationary. "I'm very sorry about last night. Please apologize to your friends for my behavior. I know you won't believe me, but I wasn't myself at the bar. I'm in a bad place right now, but that's no excuse."

"As for you and me," the note continued into a second paragraph, "truly, that was the best sex I've ever had. I'm still buzzing from it six hours later. You gave me exactly what I needed. I know it sounds strange and weird, but I needed to feel forced into it, at least at first. Without knowing it, you helped me get my head screwed on straight again. You'll never know how much that meant to me. Until we meet again, Beth."

I thought back to the conversation Christine and I had, after she'd ditched Beth, and I smiled. I understood it better than she knew. I also remembered what Sonya said to me before I dropped her off in Jackson on Sunday. Apparently, sex with me had a healing element to it. I couldn't help but chuckle.

There was no phone number or e-mail address on the note, and a quick survey of the hotel room revealed that she'd left nothing behind by accident. Without talking to Travis, I had no way to contact Beth. That was probably for the best, I thought.

After I showered and checked out, I met J.T., Tim and Billy for breakfast at a local island spot. Travis had gone back to Christine's place shortly after we all left the Windjammer, and Julia and Sheila had gone to visit some of Julia's family in downtown Charleston.

J.T. and I finally got to talk business over our French toast and eggs. His family was in the aviation business, and flying had been my hobby since my early teens. I had designs on building a small private aviation company in the near future, so I thoroughly picked his brain.

Shortly thereafter, I left for Sumter, South Carolina, about two and a half hours northwest of Charleston. Around 1 p.m., Kelly called me back, and it wasn't long after that that I had to pull over or risk totaling my car.

I had just crossed over Lake Marion on I-95 when the phone rang. That was a quick shower, I thought to myself, and braced myself to hear Kelly's sultry voice on the other end of the line.

"Hey, baby," I said without looking at the screen first.

"Aw, hell, nah," a thick, country accented voice said. "Tell me the military didn't turn you gay, Bradley."

I laughed into the phone. "Hey, Adam," I said to my cousin. "I just thought you were someone else."

"I fuckin' hope so," Adam said. "Where you at, man?"

"Bout an hour or so out," I answered. "Coming up on Summerton in about 10 minutes."

"Excellent," he said. "We got a couple stops to make first, but then we're getting' our drink on."

My mom was born and raised in central South Carolina, and three of her siblings still lived out here, with all their kids. I was coming to town to see the family, most notably Adam, my second cousin. He was a few years older than me, but we'd always been good friends growing up.

"Already?"

"What you mean, already?" he fired back. "You ain't gettin' here 'till damn near 3. We won't get to the bar till 4:30 or 5. How late do you pussies usually start drinkin' in the Marines?"

I just rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Whatever you say, man."

"We're already down to just 9 or 10 hours of drinkin,'" he drawled. "Just call me when you pull into town."

"All right, Adam. Talk to you in a bit."

********************

Cold beer and good company usually meant no pain. Tonight... not so much.

I was sitting at a table in a no-name pool hall in Sumter, South Carolina, watching a few hapless people struggle to put round balls into corner pockets. Instead of being my usual boisterous, flirtatious self, I was peeling labels off Sam Adams bottles. There were eight in the pile so far, and we had only been here for an hour and a half.

Our first stop had been my hotel, but we only stayed there long enough for me to get checked in and throw my bags in my room. Next up was the graveyard, to visit my grandparents. My grandfather had been dead for 12 years, but my grandma had just died a few years earlier. This was the first time I'd been back since her passing.

Adam waited by the car --- "headstones creep me the fuck out" --- while I went up to the dual gravesite. I hadn't expected this visit to be a bowl of cherries by any means, but I actually left feeling somewhat optimistic and at peace. I hoped my grandparents had better things to do in heaven than sit and watch their graves, but it helped to think they could at least hear my silent thoughts.

The optimism vanished at dinner, at some buffet place in downtown Sumter. I was happy to see most of my family, but I had some bad history with two of my aunts, Edna and Alice. They didn't even wait for the waitress to get our drink orders before they started laying into me. By the time I stormed off to the buffet table, they'd accused me of corrupting a few of their grandkids, ruining their family and --- oh, yeah --- indirectly killing my grandmother.

Of course, none of that had actually happened. That sect of the family just had a problem with anyone who lived life their own way and stood up for themselves and the things they cared about, and that was pretty much me in a nutshell. Adam, his grandmother, Stella, and his mom, Sherry, repeatedly told me to simply ignore the other two, even right during dinner where they could hear, and that would have made a lot of sense. Instead, I said maybe two words during dinner, silently debating the merits of slashing two sets of tires in the parking lot versus spending the night in a backwater South Carolina jail.

Half a dozen beers and a couple hours had done nothing to lessen my seething anger. Even talking to Kelly hadn't improved my mood. I told her all about the late lunch with my family and the events that led up to it, as my personal anecdote for the day. In my mind, I figured it might show her that I'm willing to stick up for what I believe in, even if I squash a few feelings along the way. But after the call ended, I wondered if it just made me out to be a pig-headed jerk that likes to fuck up families.

She'd wanted to cheer me up the way only she could, but she had to go back to work for the second half of her split shift. So, I'd taken a rain check and trudged back into the bar.

"Still pissed off?" Adam said as he rounded the corner with a fresh round. I just looked at him -- that was all he needed to know.

"Man, I done told you I'm sorry 'bout that," he drawled. He hadn't had as many beers as I had, but he was in the neighborhood. "Mom said Aunt Edna had promised to be quiet about that shit."

"I shouldn't have even come up here," I said. "You, your mom and your grandma could have come down to Charleston yesterday and hung out with me. All the good parts of Sumter; none of the bullshit."

"Just a bunch of old, married women, Bradley," he said, using my full first name like he always did. "My mom and grandma, they done got divorced years ago. That's why they're easy to get along with --- ain't gotta put up with any of that marriage shit. Alice has been married to the same dude for 25 years. God help that poor mother fucker."

I chuckled along with him. Adam was very famously anti-marriage, having given up the only serious relationship he'd ever had because she wanted to get married. It hadn't been such an unreasonable request after being together for five years, I thought, but it was a deal breaker for him. He blamed everything on marriage --- the sinking economy, troubles in the Middle East, the New York Yankees. If it was bad, you could bet Adam would find a way to tie it back into the bounds of holy matrimony.

"What about Aunt Edna?" I asked. "Her prick of a husband's been gone a while now."

"Yeah, well, you oughta know by now, Bradley," he said, extending his beer bottle to me for a toast. "Sometimes... a woman is just a big 'ol bitch."

I laughed out loud as we clicked bottles. Adam had a way of making me do that, and he always had. We'd grown up as next-door neighbors early in life. He and my sister were the same age, so they'd hung out together a lot, while his sister, Amber, was born three days after me, so we'd paired off as well. But really, all four of us were pretty tight throughout our childhoods. 

That all changed when I was eight and my family moved away. Adam and I had stayed in contact throughout the years, but I hadn't seen Amber since we'd moved. I'd talked to her on the phone once or twice, but not since I was 12 or 13. I'd hoped to see her both times I'd come back, but things hadn't worked out. She was backpacking through Europe when my grandma passed away, and didn't find out about the funeral until it was too late to come home. This time around, she was serving an internship in Asia --- Thailand or Taiwan, I couldn't remember which.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 08



"One of those places they eat Chinese food," her ever-enlightened brother had told me a few weeks ago when I called him to set this up. I remembered that conversation vividly, mostly because I'd just left a Thai restaurant when we talked.

We got through two more beers apiece, chatting about his life in South Carolina. At just 27, he owned a pretty successful local trucking company, but was starting to get bored. I told him about my plans back in Idaho, and filled him in on some of the details for the rest of my trip home. When 9 o'clock rolled around, I was feeling a lot better about my family, mainly because I was feeling no pain whatsoever. 

"Hey, darlin'," Adam said, and I looked up to see the waitress standing by the table. She wasn't the one who'd been bringing our drinks all night.

"Hey, baby," she replied. "Can I bring you two more?"

"One more," Adam answered, pointing at me. "You're workin' the bar, right?"

"Yeah, sugar," she answered, "but I saw you sittin' over here and wanted to say hi." She leaned down and did just that, though it might have been easier to hear if her tongue hadn't been in his mouth when she said it.

"Well, then," he said when they finished. "I'll take mine at the bar. Be good, cousin Bradley. I'll be back... whenever." He waved his hand as if to say, it might be five minutes, it might be two hours, you understand. And I did.

It only took five or 10 minutes for someone worth looking at to walk in. A whole group of someones, to be exact.

There were five girls altogether, three of whom looked pretty damn hot, especially for a pool hall on a Wednesday night. There was one tall, statuesque blonde, one curvy redhead, and then my favorite, a gorgeous, petite brunette who still filled out her yellow T-shirt and tight Levis quite admirably. She looked vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn't place the connection. I was looking at her when her eyes found mine, and she quickly looked away. That happened a few more times over the next several minutes. 

I waited patiently, and soon enough, she and her two hot friends began to draw a crowd. Most were swatted away immediately by the blonde, who was clearly the queen of the group. It wasn't as mean-spirited as what Beth had been doing last night, but it was just as firm. A lucky few were rewarded with a minute or two of conversation, but none were allowed to stick. That didn't stop every dude in the place from buying them drinks, though, and of course, they weren't going to turn them down.

The other two girls in the group would have been the hottest women in most bars, but on this particular night, their drop-dead gorgeous friends overshadowed them. One of them was a wallflower, a tall, lanky strawberry blonde who hadn't said two words since she'd come in. The other was a little more outgoing, a short, slightly chunky blonde with a cute face and a solid sense of humor. I'd overheard her cracking on the various guys who were hitting on her friends, and she'd caught me laughing once or twice.

I thought about approaching one of those other two --- as I said, they were attractive in their own right, and I tended to go for the girls who don't stand out in the crowd anyway. But as I was trying to figure out how to go about it, an opportunity fell in my lap.

Or more appropriately, it just about hit me in the crotch.

The redhead, brunette and funny blonde had started playing pool, and the blonde had a shot that required her to stand right in front of me. She didn't look behind her to make sure she had a clear shot, and her stick stopped about two inches short of my cock on her backstroke.

"That probably would have hurt a little," I said, and she turned quickly.

"Oh, wow," she said. "I didn't even look. How close did I get?"

"Close enough for me to be thankful you're not clumsy with a pool cue." She'd missed the shot, so she turned around to talk to me. "The view made it worth it, though."

She blushed, but not as deeply as I thought she would. "So quit complaining, then," she grinned. "I'm Tracy, and I'm drinking Bud Light. And lemme guess... you're Chuck."

I looked at the green Howl at the Moon T-shirt I had on. On the left side of my chest -- where the Nike logo would go if this was a polo shirt and I was a golf geek -- was Chuck's name. Not only was he my favorite pianist at the bar in San Antonio, he was so popular that they'd made and sold a T-shirt with his name on it. On the back were the words "Chuck Rhymes With... So You Wanna?" It was just one of the many catchphrases he used while performing.

"Sure," I replied, grinning. A different waitress walked by. "Could you get my friend Tracy here a Sam Adams? On my tab?" I ordered. The waitress nodded and walked away. Tracy looked at me curiously.

"So far, the only thing I don't like about you is your taste in beer," I told her. "Saw a chance to fix that."

Truthfully, I had no problem with Bud Light. I even drank it occasionally, but not when there was better beer available.

I'd had a dozen beers by now, and was drunk enough to not give a damn about being subtle. She played another game of pool, and I did the classic pool teacher schtick, sliding up behind her and "helping" her grip the pool cue. She was eating it up, too, thrusting her ass back into my hips. Before long, she was rubbing her ass against something else, too. All she did was look back at me and grin. I locked eyes with the brunette a few more times, but with her friend clearly interested in me, I decided not to push my luck.

A half hour later, Tracy had downed her share of beer, too, and was flirting just as openly with me as I was with her. Soon, though, the inevitable happened.

"Tracy, who's your friend?"

The tall blonde sauntered over to our side of the pool table. She was the sun in this particular solar system, and one of her planets had fallen out of orbit. Tracy, to her credit, didn't back down.

"Lyla, this is Chuck," she said, wrapping her arm around my waist. "He's been flirting with me, and I've been flirting back."

"Chuck, huh?" Lyla said, giving me the once-over. The shapely brunette walked over and stood just behind Lyla. We caught each other's eye again and grinned subtly. "You haven't been over there flirting with us tonight, Chuck. Why's that?"

"With that flyswatter routine you were throwing out?" I asked. "I'm a confident guy. Cocky, even. A borderline asshole, if the situation calls for it. But masochistic? Nah."

She smiled, as did both of her friends. The brunette's familiarity was really coming on strong now, but my brain was too foggy to care.

"Besides," I said, throwing my arm around Tracy's shoulders. "She kinda picked me. Or at least, her pool stick did."

Tracy told her friends the short story, and both of them were laughing by the time it was done.

"Lyla, leave her alone," the brunette said, placing a hand on my other arm. She was even sexier close up, and probably twice as drunk as I was. "Tracy's a big girl. It'll be fine."

The tall blonde considered the three of us for another moment, then smiled and walked away.

"Overprotective sister," Tracy said, shrugging as she walked back to the pool table. I immediately recognized the resemblance. If I weren't fairly drunk, I probably would have realized it sooner.

"Lyla's not a bitch," the brunette said, her hand leaving my arm and dropping down to my ass. She copped a quick feel before we sat down at the table. "She just wants everyone to think she is. We really just came out here to have a good time."

"Girl's night out, huh?" I asked. We watched Tracy hustle the other friend, the quiet, skinny strawberry blonde girl, out of $20. 

"No, not really," she said. Once seated, her hand moved to my knee. I put mine on top of hers. "Any of us is free to leave with someone if we spot something we like." She licked her lips suggestively, but I kept the conversation on track.

"And Tracy isn't usually the one who spots something she likes, huh?" I asked.

"Oh, she does," the girl answered. "She just doesn't ever do anything about it."

"Well, I'm glad she did this time, even if she didn't mean to." I looked at the girl a little harder, trying like hell to place her, but I couldn't. Finally, I just gave up and decided to enjoy the view. "What about you?"

"Oh, I found something I like, too," she answered, pulling me a few feet away from the pool tables. It wasn't a dance club by any means, but they were playing music you could dance to. This particular song was Usher, and she and I started dancing.

"So, what's with you, hmm?" I asked. "We're making eyes at each other all night, but you don't come over for more than an hour?"

"You're the man," she laughed. "Do I look like I need to make the first move?"

She had a point, but I had an excuse. "I was flirting with your friend the whole time."

"Another reason I stayed away," she said. "But you want the real reason?"

I nodded, and she leaned in close to my ear.

"Alcohol," she whispered. "The more I drink, the wetter I get."

The forwardness of that comment shocked me, but not so much that I couldn't break into a huge grin. The song changed, but apparently the DJ was a big Usher fan, because it was two in a row. We spent a few more minutes grinding against each other before we were interrupted.

I can't say I'd forgotten about Tracy, but with this stunning brunette in front of me, she wasn't exactly front and center on my mind, either. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to see Tracy standing next to us.

"Tracy," her friend said, beating me to the punch. "Sorry, I stole Chuck here for a minute."

I was worried about her reaction. I figured at least some of the guys she was interested in at these types of places chose one of the other three girls instead, and I didn't want her to think that was happening again. Truthfully, I was just really drunk, and was flirting and enjoying the brunette's company while Tracy played pool. I had every intentions of trying to score with Tracy when the time came, but I doubted it looked that way.

I didn't need to worry, which I realized when Tracy broke out a big grin. "That looks fun!" she said, and pulled both of us a little farther away from the pool tables and towards a small open area where there were a few other people dancing.

The music switched over to something by Nicky Minaj, and Tracy joined us. Usually the meat defines the sandwich, but this time, it was all about the bread. I was just happy to be stuck in the middle of these two very, very sexy women. Sometimes, the brunette pushed her fairly sizable chest up against my back while I thrusted my hips against Tracy's ass. Other times it was Tracy behind me while her friend and I ground our hips together. Neither girl was shy about my raging hard-on, and I could feel four very hard nipples pushing into my back.

Tracy even brushed up against her friend a few times, and while the other girl didn't return the favor, she didn't seem to mind. Finally, right before the song ended, Tracy made her friend the center of attention, rubbing against her back while she and I danced cheek-to-cheek.

As soon as the music stopped, the brunette just put it out there.

"It's time to go," she said. Shit, I thought. Tracy was certainly hot, but this girl was one of the sexiest women I'd seen on this road trip. She wasn't quite at Becky's level, but was tied for second with Belinda and Stacy. I was torn, but I had to make the right decision. The only decision.

I broke away from her and put my arms around Tracy's waist.

"I'm sorry, but I've already got plans," I said, kissing the blonde behind the left ear. She shuddered briefly.

The brunette looked disappointed, and slightly shocked. She probably didn't get rejected all that often, and I could see why. Still, she smiled and nodded. "She's definitely worth it," she said, and started to turn.

"So is she," Tracy said. "I'm willing to share, maybe..."

The girls locked eyes, and for a moment, I wasn't in the conversation. They broke into huge smiles, and both turned toward me. I didn't have to ask.

"My car is at my hotel, just a few blocks down from here," I said.

"I'll drive," Tracy said, which was good, because neither her friend or I were in any shape to do it. Truthfully, Tracy probably wasn't either, but it was a short trip.

Suddenly, and thankfully, I remembered Adam.

"I need to go say bye to someone," I said. "I'll meet you outside in a minute, I promise."

"We need to get our stuff too," Tracy said. Her friend had already walked back toward the pool tables to do just that. "See you in a second."

I spun toward the bar, but saw no sign of Adam. I muscled my way up to the bar, but didn't see the waitress he'd left with, either.

"You know where Adam Presley is?" I asked when I caught the bartender's eye.

"Is that Monica's boyfriend?"

"Monica's a waitress here?" I put both hands in front of my chest, in the universal sign for "with big tits?" The bartender nodded. "That's probably her then."

He leaned up close. "They're in the back. Don't want to be disturbed."

I grinned. "When they get done, tell him his cousin Brad found something like that, too, and I'm on my way back to my hotel."

"Will do," the bartender said. I pushed my way back toward the pool tables. I threw a few twenties on the table to cover my tab, and started toward the door.

"Have fun," I heard the redhead say. She, Lyla and the other strawberry blonde were smiling at me, and I tossed them a little wave as I backed out the door.

A car honked as soon as I got outside, and I stumbled my way to a blue Chevy Malibu. Tracy was driving, and her friend was in the back seat, so I hopped in the passenger seat.

The ride to the hotel was short. I ran my hands up and down Tracy's thighs while she drove, and we kissed a few times when she was stopped at lights. The brunette ran her hands all over my chest and arms, and I snaked an arm into the back seat to rub her legs, as well.

I was staying at a Days Inn, and the rooms opened up into the parking lot. So about 20 seconds after Tracy parked the car, we were in my room. The brunette and I immediately shared our first kiss, a long, slow, deep, passionate tangle that made our tongues feel like they'd just run a marathon. 

"You know," I said to her when we decided to breathe, "I never got your name."

"Who cares?" Tracy shouted, right before tackling me onto the bed. The brunette fell down on my other side, and I took turns going back and forth between them. First, I'd be on top of Tracy, feverishly making out with her and rubbing her pussy through her shorts while her friend watched, then I'd pull her friend on top of me and run my hands up and down her back and over her ass while Tracy played with herself.

Tracy started working on my shorts, tugging them to my ankles along with my boxer shorts. I was rubbing her friend's breasts through her shirt and playing a spirited game of tonsil hockey with her when I felt Tracy's mouth engulf my cock.

I moaned into the brunette's mouth, and had to do my best not to cum right then and there. My exploits of the past few days had been plentiful, but still, I'd been revving up for the past hour and a half, and I'd never cum after Kelly's relentless teasing on the drive in. That I didn't spontaneously combust in Tracy's mouth was a minor miracle.

I managed to hold off, though, and watched as Tracy's friend slowly undressed. I pinched Tracy's nipples through her shirt as she bobbed up and down, and when I looked back, the girl was mostly naked, lying on the king-sized bed in just her blue lace panties.

"Play with yourself," I said. "I wanna watch."

She did as I asked, slipping two fingers under the waistband and onto her pussy. She started by just rubbing her clit, but then pushed her fingers south into her pubic hair. When she slipped one finger inside herself, her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned.

Meanwhile, Tracy was getting me closer and closer. I was sure I was going to come a few times before this was over, but I didn't want the first one to be in her mouth.

"Ok, ok," I said, gripping Tracy's hair and gently pulling her up and off my cock. "That feels amazing, but you girls have been killing me for like an hour. I want to fuck. Now."

I looked at Tracy, figuring since she'd found me first at the bar, she had first dibs. She surprised me.

"She can go first," she said. "She's been out of the country for three months. Been a while since she had some good 'ol American dick."

In retrospect, that should have been when the warning bells erupted in my head. Between the alcohol, the twin beauties in front of me, and the blood flow problem Robin Williams so eloquently described, though, I thought nothing of it.

"That's ok with me," I said, and pulled the girl to the foot of the bed by her legs. She rolled onto her hands and knees, and Tracy pulled her panties over her ass, leaving them bunched around her thighs.

"My favorite," the girl said. "Like she said, it's been a while. Want this first one to go quick."

I was ready to give her a personal record. I stood up, and after Tracy licked up and down my shaft a few more times, I placed my hands on the brunette's ass and lined myself up to sink into her in one thrust. Right before my hips moved forward, though, someone began an artillery assault on the hotel room door.

"Brad!" Adam shouted. "Bradley Carver! Open this fucking door!"

"Adam?!" I exclaimed, but it took a few seconds to realize I wasn't the only one who'd said it. The brunette girl had rolled onto her back, and we locked eyes.

That's when I finally placed her face. I hadn't seen her in 15 years, hadn't heard her voice in 13. But damnit, I knew it was her.

"Under the covers," Tracy said, and her friend quickly did what she said. Tracy put her shirt and shorts back on and tossed me my boxers. Adam pounded on the door some more. "Hold your damned horses, Presley," she shouted, watching me put my boxers on with amusement.

"Tracy?" he asked, not shouting now. She pulled open the door.

"You know you're interrupting something, right?" Tracy asked.

"Thank fucking God I am," he said, bursting into the room. He looked at the girl under the covers on the bed, me standing in front of the TV in just my boxers with a raging hard-on, and Tracy standing right in front of him, with a flushed face and nipples poking through her shirt.

"You didn't," he simply said, looking back and forth between me and the girl on the bed.

"No," she and I both replied in unison.

"Wait," Tracy said. "I'm your ex-girlfriend, and she's your sister." She pointed a finger at me. "How do you know Chuck?"

"Who the fuck is Chuck?" Adam asked, collapsing into a chair next to the window.

"His name isn't Chuck," the girl said from the bed. "His name is Brad. He's my second cousin."

Tracy's eyes widened into giant saucers. "Holy shit!" she shouted. "How the fuck did that happen?"

"How the fuck did you not know it was her, dude?" Adam yelled, launching the Days Inn stationery at me. It hit me square in the chest.

"Moved when I was eight, dude," I said. "Hadn't seen so much as a picture since then. Hadn't talked to her besides e-mails since we were both 10."

"All night you looked familiar," Amber said. "That's why I kept looking."

"You looked familiar to me, too," I said. "That's not why I kept looking, though. I had other reasons."

Tracy at least laughed. "And here I thought you were into me."

"I am," I said. "God made more than one hot woman."

"She's your cousin, dude," Adam said. "Quit sayin' she's hot."

"Dude, cousin or not, she's hot," I said. "I'm gonna avoid the obvious South Carolina incest joke here, since you probably have three shotguns in your truck. But fuck, man. You ain't blind."

He nodded slightly.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 08



"Don't you have her on like, Facebook, or something? She's got half a million pictures on there."

"Yeah, Adam," I said. "THIS is a great time to lecture me about using Facebook."

Both girls laughed at that.

"You said she was in fucking Thailand, dude," I said, throwing the pad of paper back at him. "Even if I'd realized she looked like a cousin I hadn't seen in 15 years, I would have ruled that out because she was in fucking Thailand!"

"Taiwan," she said. "He still doesn't know the difference."

"Yeah, I said that," he told me, ignoring her. "She's been wanting to visit you for a few years, and she got a week off to come home from the internship."

"That's why you pushed me into coming home this week, instead of two weeks from now like I was planning," she said. 

"Yep," he answered. "Was trying to surprise the both of you."

"Look at their faces," Tracy chuckled, trying not to break out into a full-fledged laugh. "I'd say they're fucking surprised!"

"Where the fuck were you, dude?" I asked. "If you're gonna pull something like this, it's best if you stick around to make sure we see each other."

"And, ya know, to make sure we recognize each other, you fucking jerk!" I'd tossed paper at him --- Amber grabbed an empty glass off the nightstand and threw it. Thankfully, she wasn't going to be firing 90 mile-an-hour fastballs for the Braves anytime soon. It was so soft a toss that Adam had time to sigh before he caught it.

"Was in the back talking to Monica," he said.

"Fucking Monica," I corrected. He threw me a glare. "The bartender told me."

"That fuckin' goober," he answered. "Anyway, I get done. Ted tells me you left with some pussy. I'm thinkin,' hot damn, little Bradley has some game. Then I walk back to find Amber, so we can meet you at IHOP after you're done, and Stephanie and Lyla tell me she left with some guy. I figured it out."

"Did you tell them he was my cousin?" Amber asked. She sounded panicked.

"No, I didn't fuckin' tell 'em that," he said. "That woulda taken time. As it is, looks like I got here just in time."

"You did," I said.

"Three more seconds, and..." Amber trailed off.

"Good fucking Lord," Adam said.

It was quiet for maybe 10 seconds. Then Tracy started laughing. Hard. The three of us looked at her like she was a Martian.

"I'm sorry," she said, making it clear she wasn't. "I guess I'm the only one who finds this funny."

"No, no," Amber said. "I'm sure I would too."

"Yeah," I finished for her. "If it was happening to someone else."

"C'mon, Amber," Adam said, standing up.

"No!" she shouted. "You go!"

"Say what?" he asked. "You ain't gonna keep goin' with this?"

"God, no," she said. "But I'm naked in a hotel room, and you're my brother. You need to get out."

"He's family, too," Adam said, pointing at me.

"He's already seen it," she yelled. "Besides, we need to talk about all this. He can turn his back. You're my BROTHER. Get out!"

"All right, all right. We'll be at IHOP. See you there soon."

He started to leave, then turned around.

"Bradley, you are one lucky sonuvabitch."

"How's that?" I asked.

"I caught you naked in a room with my ex-girlfriend and my sister," he said. "And I have five shotguns in the truck, not three."

Tracy, Amber and I couldn't help but laugh. The laughter was short-lived, however, ending shortly after he closed the door.

"I believe the word is--" I started.

"Awkward," Amber finished. Tracy just laughed.

"Completing each other's sentences," she noted. "If y'all weren't cousins, I'd say to go for it."

"Hey, this is South—" I started, but instead of finishing that sentence for me, Amber threw a shoe at me this time.

"Fucker," she said, laughing. "Thank God we didn't really do anything."

"We touched, and we kissed," I said. "But yeah, nothing went anywhere."

Amber pulled the covers back and stood up. Even now that I knew she was my cousin, her body was still fucking amazing. I should have turned around, like she'd told Adam I would, but I didn't.

"Chuck," Tracy said. "Or Brad, I guess. You're staring."

Amber looked over at me. I expected her to cover up, but she didn't.

"Thanks," she said. "Knowing what you know, I'll take that as a compliment."

"So, why the shirt?" Tracy asked. "You told me to call you Chuck."

"No, I didn't," I grinned. "You introduced yourself, told me what you were drinking, and then guessed my name was Chuck from my shirt. You were on such a roll, who was I to stop you?"

She facepalmed herself. "That's true."

"So I guess we should get dressed and talk, huh?" Amber asked.

"Fuck, no," Tracy said. "I'm horny as all fucking hell."

"Tracy, we're cousins," Amber said.

"You and him are," Tracy answered. "He and I are not. And damnit, I'm not leaving till he fucks me."

My cock had retreated to half-mast as soon as Adam barged in, but it hadn't gone away completely. I was too charged up from the day, and watching Tracy strip off the rest of her clothes and spread her legs was getting me recharged.

"Sorry, Amber," I said as I walked to the foot of the bed and knelt between Tracy's legs. "I did get this girl all worked up. Only fair that I do something about it."

"You got me worked up, too!" she said, stomping her foot.

"I can't do anything about that anymore," I said. "You can, though."

With that, I turned my attention to Tracy's delectable pussy. Amber's bush was well trimmed, but Tracy was completely bare, and I buried my face as far as I could. My tongue ravaged her clit, tickled her lips and inner thighs and plunged into her pussy like a thirsty snake in a desert mirage. Her juices tasted downright awesome, and after a few seconds, I forgot my cousin was even in the room.

I was massaging her thighs as I devoured her, my hands tracing the contours of her quad muscles. I learned just how powerful they were a few moments later. Her first orgasm racked her body, and I thought her legs might detach my head from my neck, she was squeezing so hard.

"Tracy, relax," I heard Amber's voice say. Sometime after I'd dove between Tracy's legs, Amber had rejoined us on the bed, still gloriously naked. "You're gonna kill him." There was a hint of a laugh in there, too.

"Sorry," Tracy gasped, dividing that simple word into three parts as she gulped down air. The pressure on my jaw subsided as she slowly relaxed.

"No worries," I said. "Just try not to do it again next time."

"Next time?" she asked wearily.

"Yeah," I said. "Now."

My tongue went right back to her clit as she squealed. I plunged two fingers into her pussy and fucked her vigorously with them, but my main focus was her clit. I alternated lapping at it with my tongue and sucking it completely into my mouth. 

Tracy cut my head some slack this time, but her fingers curled tightly in my hair. She came two more times that way, until she finally pushed me away.

"Good Jesus," Tracy said as I rolled to the side. "You need to run a clinic."

"Not bad, huh?" I asked, licking what I could of her juices off my lips. 

"Fucking fantastic," she said. Then, with an apologetic glance at Amber, she added, "Sorry."

"I can do it again," I offered, but she shook her head and pointed down at my lap.

"Nope," she said. "Time for something else to go inside me now." She patted the bed, making it clear what she wanted.

I looked over at Amber, who was idly rubbing herself and staring off into space. I knew I shouldn't stare, but I couldn't help myself; her body was fucking magnificent. When she realized I was looking, she stopped but didn't cover up.

"You ok with staying here for this?" Tracy asked her friend. I lay on my back, and watched as Tracy climbed on top.

"I don't know," Amber said. "This is better than porn."

"Yeah," I said, "but I don't think we have any cousins who do porn."

She laughed, and flicked her eyes back and forth between my cock and Tracy's face. I waited a few seconds for Amber to say something, but she didn't. Finally, the sight of Tracy's pussy hovering just inches over my cock was too irresistible.

"It's not going to bother me if you watch," I said, gripping Tracy's hips with both hands. "Cousin or not, you are a sexy woman, and you deserve to get off, too."

With that, Tracy sank down on my cock, taking me all the way to the root with one smooth, excruciatingly slow stroke. I know Tracy and I both groaned, and I'm pretty sure there was a third voice in there, too.

The first couple of strokes were slow, but once she was comfortable, Tracy picked up the pace considerably, using those muscular legs to rapidly slide up and down on my cock. Her ample tits were bouncing and swinging wildly, and I reached up with my mouth and latched onto the nearest nipple with my teeth. Her blonde hair hung over and clung to her face, but I could see her eyes fire up when I bit down.

"Fuck," she moaned, quickening her pace even more. I was teetering perilously on the edge of an explosion, but as always, I wasn't gonna let myself cum until she did. So I pulled her closer to me using my grip on her tits, and started talking dirty to her.

"C'mon, Tracy," I said softly into her ear, but not so softly that our audience couldn't hear. "Use my fucking cock to fuck yourself. I want you to squirt your juices all over my dick, and then I'm gonna make you suck 'em off. You wanna taste your cum on my cock, baby?"

It went on like that for just a few more seconds, until she finally collapsed her chest onto mine. She was still working her hips up and down, but she groaned loudly and locked in a vice grip on my shoulder. If anyone was still asleep on the other side of the wall, she'd just given them a wakeup call.

"God damnit!" she shouted, as an aftershock orgasm rippled through her body. With her orgasms subsiding, though, my body was back to focusing on itself.

"Tracy," I moaned, "I don't want to cum inside you."

She pushed herself off my chest and grinned at me teasingly. 

"Then don't," she said. She started bouncing up and down again, almost challenging me to hold out. Somehow, I did for another minute or two, but then she started showing me that her thighs weren't the only well-developed muscles below her waist.

"Oh, fuck!" I shouted, pushing her off of me quickly. She knew the game was over, too, and willingly moved her face down to my cock. Her body was splayed out to my left invitingly, as she licked my cock from the side. She got one or maybe two licks on my shaft before I exploded.

"Geezzz---" I blubbered, tightening my fist in her hair. The first shot or two landed on her back and right shoulder, with the rest falling anywhere between her cheek and her jaw. Finally, she pointed my cock back at me, and the final dribbles landed on my stomach.

"No staying power whatsoever," Tracy teased, licking my cock some more, though thankfully staying away from the head.

"I've been fucking you in my head for the past two hours," I said. "Did the best I could."

"Just me?" she asked. I looked over at Amber, who was feverishly pushing two fingers inside her pussy as she watched us.

"Feel good?" I asked her.

"Not good enough," she responded. "Not nearly good enough." Still, she wasn't stopping.

Tracy pulled back, and I quickly rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom. 

"You wait one damned second, woman," I said to Tracy. Seconds later I returned with a towel. "You have about 10 seconds to clean yourself up and get on all fours."

"Holy shit," Amber said, looking at my crotch as Tracy took the towel. "You're still hard."

"Give yourselves a pat on the back," I said. "That's how worked up y'all got me."

"Guess I owe you then," Tracy said, sticking her ass up in the air. "Come over here and help me pay up."

Besides the slickness, my cock looked like it hadn't just cum a few minutes earlier. Tracy's pussy was still dripping, and I couldn't resist leaning down for a little taste.

"Shit," she hissed. "If you weren't so good with your dick, I'd make you do that again."

I grinned to myself, and I saw Amber smiling as well. She was still working her pussy, though not as feverishly as before. I grabbed a handful of Tracy's pliable ass cheeks, and after massaging them for a few moments, I placed the tip of my dick at her opening. She waited patiently for a few seconds, then I felt her trying to push back on me. I pushed forward on her ass, keeping myself out of her. She whined pitifully.

"You thought you could tease me, huh?" I asked her, continuing to rub her ass with my palms. "We'll see who can't handle being teased."

I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit a half-dozen times, occasionally even slipping the head just inside before pulling out completely. By the time I was done, she was panting.

"Brad, let her off the hook." That was Amber, and I looked a question at her. "You're killing me over here. I can only imagine what it's doing to her."

I responded by slamming my hips forward so forcefully that Tracy collapsed onto her stomach. She screamed so loud that I might have earned another visit from the police if there'd been any in the area. I worked with that position for a couple minutes, basically pummeling her into the hotel mattress with my hips. 

"C'mon, Tracy," I goaded. "I'm gonna fuck you harder than this; you can't just be folding up like that." I swatted her on the ass for good measure, which drew one of the loudest moans of the evening.

I never stopped pounding her, but she managed to get back up on all fours. I laid a few more palms down on her ass and kept up the dirty talk, since she seemed to enjoy both. I reached underneath her to squeeze her tits, which were swinging back and forth as I pounded her, her nipples grazing the mattress as they went.

Tracy's moaning was pretty much non-stop at this point, but Amber wasn't being quiet either. At first I thought her fingers had finally started to hit the spot, but when I looked at her, I saw that one hand was on her left breast, and the other was on the bed. She was just moaning at what she was watching.

I wasn't close to cumming again, but I sensed that Tracy was, so I gripped her hips hard and started fucking her frantically, using short, quick strokes designed to maximize the friction on her clit. Before long, she was screaming into the pillow. I'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had, but this one matched any of the others in intensity.

My hips finally slowed once her body stopped convulsing, and eventually, she came up for air. "Your cousin is talented," Tracy said, clearly talking to Amber. Tracy's face rested no more than two inches from Amber's left forearm on the bed.

"Certainly looks that way," Amber answered. I detected a slight hint of jealousy in her voice, and I couldn't blame her. Sure, we were cousins, and neither of us was going to cross that line now that we knew it was there. Still, she'd come to this hotel room expecting to get exactly what her friend was getting.

After I'd given her a few moments to recharge, her friend started getting it again. This time, though, I decided to try something that had worked oh-so-well the night before. I licked my left thumb and gently pressed it against her ass. At the same time, I reached under and squeezed her clit with two fingers. Tracy squealed in delight.

"What's he doing?" Amber asked, and Tracy filled in her in between moans. When she was done, Amber sighed. "Completely unfair." She started rubbing her own clit again, but I could tell it wasn't working.

"Trying to give you the best show I can, dear," I said to Amber. 

"I know, but this—" she motioned to her fingers on her clit -- "just isn't working. It doesn't compare."

Tracy looked back at me over her shoulder when I started fucking her ass with my thumb. The wink she threw at me was almost imperceptible.

"Come here," Tracy said. Amber didn't realize who she was talking to, but I knew. 

"I think she's talking to you," I said to my cousin.

"Mmhmm," Tracy moaned. "C'mere."

"Me?" Amber looked half perplexed and half shocked. Tracy just nodded and licked her lips, patting the spot on the bed right in front of her.

"But I'm not..." Amber said, letting that hang in the air.

"Me either," Tracy answered. "Now get over here." With that, she tugged Amber's legs over until she was lying right in front of her. Amber was still nervous, visibly trembling now.

"What are you -- OH!" Amber shouted as her eyes rolled back in her head. I couldn't see much from my vantage point, but I saw Tracy's blonde hair splayed out where Amber's pussy should have been and Amber's fingers involuntarily curled through it.

"Jesus," I muttered as I felt my cock get even harder sawing in and out of Tracy's pussy. She had to be a little sore by now, but she was being a trooper.

"Tracy, what are you..." Amber trailed off, choosing not to finish what certainly would have been a rhetorical question. "We shouldn't --"

"Probably not," Tracy said, pulling her head away just for a second. Her cheeks were slick. "But we are. So shut up."

Tracy grabbed Amber's hips and pulled them up to her face, again burying her tongue deep in my cousin's twat. I got off my knees and squatted, giving myself a better view as well as more leverage to pound Tracy downward into Amber.

Amber seemed to give in at that point, visibly relaxing her upper body into the pillow. Her eyes were clamped shut as Tracy's tongue worked its magic. I secretly hoped she was imagining it was my tongue instead. Maybe she'd picked up right where we'd been interrupted, and instead of Adam pounding on the door, I had pounded her instead. Yes, I know she was my cousin, but the thought of it got me even harder.

Aw, hell, I thought. I'm going to hell anyway. No harm in greasing the skids a little.

Just as I finished that thought, Amber's eyes flickered open and locked right onto mine. A faint smile played on her lips, and I'm sure one did on mine as well. I couldn't help but wonder if we were on the same wavelength.

Tracy inserted a finger into Amber's pussy, matching the rhythm of my thumb in her ass. Amber's face began tightening up, though she kept her eyes open and on me.

"You gonna cum?" I asked her. She nodded slightly. "I can't hear you, Amber."

"Soon," she moaned. "So soon."

Without breaking our eye contact, I spanked Tracy's ass a few more times and plowed into her with even harder strokes, trying to push her as far forward as possible. It was almost as if I actually was fucking Amber, just using Tracy as a conduit.

Tracy didn't seem to mind, moaning and squealing as much as she had been all night. Still, she kept up a concentrated effort on Amber's pussy, and she squealed when Amber's grip tightened in her hair.

"Cumming now?" I asked.

She just moaned something that sounded like yes, but I didn't really need an answer.

"Cum for her, Amber," I gasped, nearly out breath myself. I couldn't bring myself to tell her to cum for me, though right at that moment, I wanted nothing more than for her to cum. "Cum all over that talented little tongue."

She proceeded to do just that, holding Tracy's head down hard into her pussy as she screamed out. Her orgasm just made me fuck Tracy harder, and suddenly, I was hurtling over the edge.

"Fuck," I said, and quickly pulled out of Tracy's tight pussy. I managed to point my cock at her ass before I exploded.

"Fuck, Brad," Amber said. "You're cumming all over her ass."

I couldn't answer her. I just kept stroking my cock and spurting onto Tracy's ass and lower back. 

"Feels like you came a fucking river," Tracy said. 

"He did," Amber answered.

"Not done yet," I added. I was done cumming, but I'd left Tracy perilously close to one last orgasm. I quickly pushed two fingers into her pussy from behind and started stroking.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 08



"Mmm," Tracy said. "You didn't forget about me."

"Course not," I said. I caught Amber's eye and motioned with my eyes toward Tracy's pussy. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. I just crooked my finger at her, and watched as she wriggled out from under Tracy.

"She helped you out," I whispered in her ear. "Be a good friend and help her out."

Amber looked down at Tracy, her ass arched up in the air and her face buried in the pillow Amber had been lying on. 

"I... I don't think I can," Amber stuttered. I smiled at her and spanked Tracy with my free hand.

"You don't have to use your mouth," I replied. "Just rub her clit with your fingers. We'll get her off together."

She looked down again, and I guided her arm down to the bed. She did the rest, snaking her hand under her friend's waist. There was just enough room to reach Tracy's clit without Tracy needing to move.

I could tell when she finally made contact, because Tracy shrieked. "How the ---" Tracy started, but turned around to get her answer. "Fucking awesome."

Her head went back to the bed, and Amber and I continued to work her pussy. I could feel her fingers on Tracy's clit each time I pulled my own fingers out, and a couple of times she slipped a finger inside and tangled it up with mine.

"Use your other hand," I said, pointing at Tracy's swinging tits. I couldn't reach them from where I was, but Amber had easy access. She twisted and pinched Tracy's left nipple, smiling the louder her friend's moans grew.

Tracy started fucking herself against our fingers. "Use your palm," Tracy stammered. Amber didn't know what she meant.

"Put your palm out, right under her clit," I said, adding a third finger to her now-flooded pussy. Amber did as she asked, and before long Tracy was fucking herself back and forth, rubbing her clit into Amber's open hand and impaling herself on my fingers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she shouted. "Somebody spank me! Hard!"

I was about to do it, but Amber beat me to the punch, stinging Tracy's left asscheek with her other hand. I was surprised, but Amber was just grinning at me.

"Just getting into it," she reasoned.

The spank set Tracy off, and she started convulsing as she screamed into the pillow. Amber smiled gleefully as she kept the pressure on Tracy's clit.

I was thrilled that Tracy had cum again, and figured if there was a record for the number of times a girl had cum in an hour at this particular Days Inn, the odds was pretty good that she'd just stolen the crown.

However, the post-orgasmic bliss that washed over Tracy and swept Amber into the current stopped short of me. I was immediately disgusted with myself, and after placing a quick kiss on both of Tracy's bright red ass cheeks, I jumped off the bed and moved into the bathroom.

I ran cold water over my face and avoided glimpsing myself in the mirror like the plague. I figured a quick brushing of the teeth wouldn't hurt either, so I did that, too. When I came back out a few minutes later, Tracy was gone, and a fully clothed Amber sat in the chair by the door.

"Where's Tracy?" I asked as I started getting dressed.

"We'll meet her over at IHOP in a few minutes," Amber explained. "She said she wanted to give you a big 'ol kiss on the lips as a thank you. I said I'd relay the message, but if you don't mind, I'll stop with the words."

"Perfectly good with that," I said, chuckling. I finally made eye contact with her, but had no idea what her eyes were saying.

"Pretty weird, huh?" she said, winning the understatement of the year award, at least for my money. "What happened before Adam showed up, that was one thing. We really had no way of knowing. But after..."

"Look," I said, taking her hand from her lap. "No point in regretting it or feeling bad about it. Maybe I should have ended the whole thing right when he left. Maybe you should have gotten up and gotten dressed. But neither of us wanted to, or we would have. So, maybe what should have happened was exactly what did happen. We're gonna have to go with that."

She looked at me hard for several moments, then started grinning. She squeezed me in a giant hug, and I gave as good as I got.

"I miss you so much," she said. "Even under these circumstances, it was so, so good to see you."

"I agree, with all of that," I said. "What do you say we go get caught up, huh?"

We walked across the parking lot and into the IHOP. Adam and Tracy were seated in a back booth, along with Monica, Adam's 'friend' from the bar, and the redhead from the group of friends, who I assumed was the Stephanie he'd mentioned. 

"So," Stephanie quipped. "Cousins, huh?"

"Uh, yeah," Amber stammered, shooting Adam a glare that could have brought down a B-52. 

"Don't worry," Adam answered. "I told her nothin' happened."

"Yeah," I stepped in, hoping my story would fit with what he'd told them. "We figured it out pretty quickly once we got to the room. She went back out to the car while..." I finished, motioning back and forth between myself and Tracy.

"While he gave me the fuck of a lifetime," Tracy finished. If I was a blusher, I'd have blushed. 

"I thought so," Adam said. "There were some pretty damn interestin' noises coming from that room when I showed up. I saw Amber in the car, talked to her a minute, then came over here."

"Too bad, huh?" Stephanie asked, elbowing Amber in the ribs. "I'd fuck him."

"Which makes him different from the rest of the dudes with a workin' pecker in the Eastern Time zone how, exactly?" Adam asked. Stephanie had ordered toast, and quickly threw a piece of it at Adam's head.

The night went on from there. We'd joined them at IHOP around 12:30 a.m., and it was after 2 before I managed to escape. I loved both my cousins and wanted to catch up with both of them immensely. Plus, they had some cool friends, and Tracy was a very, very special woman. 

However, as confident as I sounded when talking to Amber after Tracy had left, and as much conviction as I'd carried in my voice, none of it was real. I felt very conflicted about what we'd done --- not so much what had happened before Adam showed up, but the fact that we'd both stayed in the room afterward.

I excused myself on account of an early drive in the morning, promising both Adam and Amber that I'd keep up better with them. Tracy and I exchanged phone numbers, and I even promised Amber that I would open a Facebook account, and she'd be the first friend I added.

Which brings us back to the shower, the hangover, and the phone call.

*****************

"So, I took a hot shower, two Advil, and had convinced myself to wait to call you until the morning. Then, my fingers just kinda did their own thing, and here we are."

I waited. She'd asked a couple questions here and there, but she'd been completely quiet every since the story had made it back to the hotel room.

I felt horrible. The physical problems were bad enough, but I really had grown very fond of Kelly over the past week. It's hard to explain, especially when talking about someone I'd never met and never even seen a picture of.

She just got me. 

And now, thanks to a strong dose of indiscretion on both Amber's and my part, I might never get her.

She strung me along for a few more moments of deafening, uncomfortable silence, so thick I couldn't have dented it with a chainsaw.

And then, she hit me with a sound. A sound so familiar, a sound I'd grown so accustomed to over the past week, a sound that had repeatedly made me so indescribably, unreasonably happy ever since we met.

She laughed.

She laughed so hard, I was pretty sure she was crying. After a while, I had to laugh with her, just because it was so infectious. Even after I stopped, she kept going for a few more seconds.

"That's just—" she started, but the laughter took over again. When it finally subsided, she finished. "That's just too funny."

"So I heard," I said. "I'm just glad your answer wasn't to just close up the phone."

"Why would I do that?"

"Kelly, you're from Idaho," I said. "Incest is not a way of life like it is down here in the south."

That made her laugh some more. "You're right," she said. "And if you'd done anything that qualified as incest, we might have to talk."

That made me pause, and she kept going.

"First of all, I'm never going to just hang up on you and not talk to you again," she said. "I might only be 20, but I'm a little more mature than that. Even if you do something that angers me, we'll talk about it. And secondly, how were you supposed to know? You haven't seen her since you were a kid. People change. Sure, there'd be a vague resemblance, but she had no idea you'd be in town and you thought she was in Asia. The thought would never have entered my mind, either."

"I get that," I said. "Though, I will admit, it's nice to hear someone else say it. But after Adam left the room..."

"After he left the room, you were still left with two naked people, very attracted to each other, who were seconds away from having sex when something interfered. Sure, that something was strong enough to stop you from continuing, but your brains flipped that switch. Your bodies could give a shit."

"Not sure it makes a difference."

"It definitely does," she said. "If you'd known from the beginning she was your cousin, would you have allowed it to get to that point?"

"Of course not," I said.

"Right," she went on. "And your body never would have had to see her naked. Your dick never would have been inches from her pussy. Your fingers never would have been clawing into her ass."

Suddenly, Kelly's voice had changed.

"Uhh, Kelly?" I asked.

"You're so perceptive," she answered. "I'm home now. Just in the driveway."

"And rubbing yourself."

"Through my pants, yes."

Sweet Jesus, I thought. 

"Anyway," she continued. "Before he came in there, you were two horny people about to have sex. Once you learned the truth, you became two horny people who couldn't have sex. But the desire to get off, and even the desire to get each other off... that isn't gonna go away that quickly."

"So you have no problems with it?"

"Oh, I have a problem with it," she said. "My problem is that I wasn't there to help get her off, while you kept fucking Tracy. Cuz like Tracy said, you and Amber are cousins. But me and Amber..."

She laughed again as I heard her get out of the car and make her way into her house. It wasn't long before she was naked on the couch, fingering herself to two or three orgasms. Somehow, I came back to life too, and got off once more for her.

Throughout it all, one overwhelming thought bounced around my beer-soaked brain:

She was fucking incredible.



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 09



 Note: This is the ninth chapter in what will be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-8, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader for helping me clean it up. 

Keep in mind: this story is set in 2007.... the year I started writing it. I know. Sorry. Anyway, since it is set in 2007, things relating to sports in this chapter are from 2007. I've even used some new-fangled literary tool called.. er.. foreshadowin' or somethin'. I read about it in a book. Anyway... enjoy!! 

Day 8

Thursday, June 19

Sumter, SC to Pittsburgh, PA

People have a lot of foolish reasons for waking up at the buttcrack of dawn. 

For instance, a Marine buddy of mine tried multiple times to get me out on the links with him at 5 a.m. My grandfather loved to be out on the lake as early as possible, line cast and beer in hand in time to see the sunrise. My uncle back in Idaho routinely woke up in the middle of the night to go hunting, hoping to be out in the woods with something in his sights before alarms went off in the eastern time zone.

Me? I don't hunt, but I don't have a problem with those who do. I couldn't catch a fish if it jumped into the cooler for me, but I still try my hand at it once in a while. And while I think golf is the stupidest game invented, I'd learned early on in my business proposal process that more money changes hands on the 7th fairway of your local country club than in any corporate boardroom. So, I took up the game.

But getting up before the sun, the roosters and the active duty Marines? Fuck all that. That insanity was reserved for three things: gushing arteries, sex, and baseball.

Thus, I was cruising north out of Charlotte, North Carolina on I-77 at 6:30 a.m., trying to reach Pittsburgh by 2 in the afternoon. Josh, a buddy I'd met through playing fantasy baseball online, had season tickets to the Pirates. First pitch was at 4 p.m., and I wanted to get there in time to tailgate with him for a little while prior to the game. Since they were his tickets, I was going to have to root for the Pirates – an activity best done under the influence.

I'd only gotten a couple of hours of sleep after Kelly and I hung up, but I was still mostly alert due to a cup of coffee I'd grabbed from a Starbucks in Columbia. Just plain coffee didn't really do it justice – it had more names than a soap diva on her fifth husband and tasted a java-flavored sugar, and it definitely had my blood buzzing. Unfortunately, it was still too early to wake Kelly up – nymphomaniacs need sleep, too – and I wouldn't be dealing with any big city traffic until I hit Pittsburgh, so I decided to use the quiet time to take stock of my situation.

A week ago, I'd pulled out of San Antonio, free from my commitment to the Marines and ready to explore the country. I'd just had some pretty hot phone sex with a girl I barely knew, and while I figured I'd get laid a couple times along the way, I was really just eager to watch a lot of baseball and see a lot of concerts, catch up with some old friends and visit some parts of America I'd never been to.

I'd done all that, but the sex had been pretty much constant, too. During a three-day country music festival in Tulsa, I'd had sex with three women and played around with a couple more, including two threesomes. I used a big blue vibrator to get a pretty redhead off in my car on the way to the Florida panhandle, where I was going to visit my best friend from high school. 

I'd watched a future major leaguer hit four grand slams in one minor league game, and a few hours later I had a foursome with my best friend, his girlfriend and a local girl I'd met. During a trip to Charleston to see some of my old military buddies, I'd given an attitude adjustment to a loudmouth girl I met during dinner, fucking her brains out while looking out at the Atlantic Ocean and earning a visit from the local police in the process. 

Yesterday, I'd gone to visit my grandparents' graves and caught up with two of my cousins. One had been a planned meeting – the other had been part of a steamy threesome in my hotel room. I hadn't seen her in 15 years, but luckily we'd realized we were related just before we went too far.

The most surprising development, though, was Kelly. A week ago, she was a girl I'd had sizzling phone sex with, and someone I thought I might like to get to know a little better. Now, she was everywhere in my brain. She was on my mind when I woke up in the morning, and she was the last thought I had before going to sleep. 

She insisted that I tell her everything I did in finite, explicit detail, and usually had her fingers buried in her pussy while I told the story. In Pensacola, we'd had phone sex on speakerphone while my friend Scott and his girlfriend Lynette had actual sex in the next room. The next night, we had phone sex again, this time while I fooled around with Stacy, the girl who'd joined Scott, Lynette and I in a foursome just a few minutes earlier.

Kelly was spontaneous, open-minded, funny, and genuinely caring – not to mention blood-boilingly sexy. Besides sex, we shared a lot of the same interests, and could talk for hours without getting anywhere near an X rating. Of course, I had no idea what she looked like, what her plans were beyond the Taco Bell she ran in Idaho, or if we'd have any kind of chemistry in person.

As a 23-year-old male, I was of course thrilled at the amount of action I'd been getting on this trip, but as each day passed, I was getting more and more bummed out that Kelly wasn't with me. There were only so many ways I could tell her what I'd been doing over the phone, and besides, if she was with me, her bubbly persona and overflowing sexuality would have no doubt enhanced each of my encounters.

To sum up: I was damn sure going to enjoy the rest of my jaunt across the US of A, and lap up each and every opportunity that came my way. But for the next two weeks at least, Kelly was a permanent fixture in my life, and I was looking forward to finishing the trip so I could meet her and see if there was a real connection.

I stopped a little before 9 a.m. in Wytheville, a town halfway through the state of Virginia on I-77. When I got back in the car, I noticed my cell phone blinking at me. I had one missed call – apparently, Kelly was up early.

"Not answering my phone calls now, huh?" she answered when I called back. She sounded like she'd just woken up – that is, insanely scorching hot.

"Well, there's an urban legend about cell phones triggering static electricity and blowing up gas tanks," I replied. "And really, not sure what the 300-pound trucker using the urinal right next to me would have thought if I'd whipped out my cell mid-stream."

"Maybe he'd want a little piece of you, too, huh?" she giggled. A little after 7 a.m. her time, and she was already in sex mode.

"There's a pretty long line for that, or so I hear," I said, firing up the Stratus and pulling back onto the highway.

"You hear correctly," she said. "Except, I don't want just a little piece."

"Oh?"

"I'm a whole pie kind of gal," she said, and I could almost see her licking her lips as she did.

"With whipped cream and a cherry on top?"

"Whipped cream, definitely," she purred. "I don't know how many cherries are left, but you can have whatever you can find."

Jesus.

"Anyway," she continued before I could come up with a suitable answer. "You only missed my call by a minute. The pot is starting to bubble, but it hasn't boiled over just yet." Her 'just' lasted about five seconds.

"What were you thinking about, huh?" I asked.

"Just keeping the dream I was having going now that I'm awake," she said.

"Which was?"

"Simple," she said. "Your cock in my pussy. From behind. Forcing me down into my mattress. So hard that I'm biting down on the blanket to keep from screaming out. Blistering my ass with your palms."

Damn, I thought. She must have been close when she called. She usually liked to warm up a little bit, but this time was straight to the point. I generally liked to warm up, too, but I could jump in late in the game when necessary. My cock went from about half awake to massively uncomfortable in less than a second.

"You are such a dirty little girl," I spat out, taking as strong a tone as I could. "You like taking it from behind like this... you like it when I turn your milky little ass black and blue, don't you?"

"Mmhmm." It was barely a whimper.

"What would your neighbors think, Kelly? I bet most of them are really, really conservative, aren't they? What would they think if they found out the sweet, proper little girl next door was really a depraved slut who likes having her head forced down into the pillow while she gets plowed like a wheat field?"

I'd never called her a name before, but I didn't think she'd mind. She didn't.

"I am a slut," she said. "Your slut."

"I know you are, Kelly," I continued, rubbing my cock through my shorts as I talked. "And you know what good sluts do, right?"

"Hmm?" she moaned the question.

"Good little sluts cum on command," I said.

"Oh, fuuuuuck," was her reply. I badly wanted to toy with her a little bit, just to see how long I could keep her on the edge, but that would have been unfair. She'd been at it before I called, so she was probably already too close.

"Are you a good little slut?" I asked. I thought of a hundred possible replies – she came up with number 101.

"I want to be." She said it so meekly, so demurely, in stark contrast to the heavy-breathing sex goddess she'd been a few moments before. "For you."

I just about came in my shorts.

"Good," I said. "Then cum for me, Kelly."

I got no response – not in English, anyway. She just started crying out, babbling incoherently and climbing up and down the octave scale faster than an early-90s Mariah Carey song. 

When she came down from her high – it could have been a minute, or it could have been 20 – she kept it going.

"Brad?" she asked, the meek voice returning.

"Yeah?"

"I know I'm your slut, but..." she paused. I wasn't sure if this was a real hesitation, or just faked for the sake of the situation. "Can I make a request?"

"Maybe."

"Well... I know how much I turn you on. You're probably really hard right now, right?"

"Extremely."

"Here's the thing," she said slowly. "I've cum for you a half dozen times while you've been in your car."

"You have."

"But you've never cum for me while you've been in your car."

She had a point. "Do you want something, Kelly?"

"Well... I want you to cum for me."

"I cum for you all the time," I replied. I was going to make her ask. I was going to make her ask me in language that would make a porn star stutter.

"Yeah, but... I want you to do it right now."

"I can't," I answered sweetly. "I have shorts on."

"I've ruined half my panties thinking about you," she said. "You can't ruin one pair of boxer shorts for me?"

"I haven't heard you ask me to do anything, Kelly."

"God," she stammered. "You're really going to make me beg you, aren't you?"

"Only if you really want me to do something."

"Please, Brad," she said. "My pussy is still dripping wet, and my fingers are still buried inside it. If you stroked your cock for me right now... if you rubbed it through your shorts, and got off for me... I think I'd add another wet spot to my sheets."

"You think?" I replied curtly. My free hand was already rubbing my cock furiously through my cargo shorts.

"I know I would, baby," she cooed. "All I need is to hear you cum for me. All I need to hear is you moaning while you rub that rock hard dick through your shorts. All I need is to hear you calling out my name as you shoot that white-hot cum all over your legs—"

"FUCK, KELLY!!" I shouted as my orgasm gripped me, causing me to shudder and momentarily take my eyes off the road. Luckily there were only two other cars near me, and they were at least a half-mile ahead.

"Yes, baby," she murmured. "Cum all over yourself. Imagine they're my legs. Imagine it's my pussy, and you're creaming all over it."

I could feel the warmth on my thighs as my cum coated them, either dribbling off my still-hard cock or rubbing off my boxer shorts. 

"Jesus, Kelly," I said, remembering that she was close to a second shockwave. "There's a stain on my shorts about four inches wide. That's your fault, baby. You're two time zones away, and you made me shoot cum all over the place—"

This time it was her turn to interrupt me, cutting me off with a wail wrapped neatly around the word 'cumming' and several of its offshoots. She was breathing so hard into the phone I thought she might start hyperventilating.

"Breathe, baby," I said. "Take a deep breath for me, and blow it out slowly."

She did just that. Even her exhaling into the phone was incredibly sexy.

"Relax, Kelly. I'm here."

"I know."

We said nothing else for at least 10 minutes. I just listened to her breathing, trying to memorize every sound. I thought I might have heard some light sobbing in there as well, but I wasn't going to push her.

"So, I have a question," she said, finally deciding to break the silence.

"It's actually your turn to share today," I said.

"I know that," she said. "And I have no clue what I'm going to say. But this is a direct question."

"Ok," I said.

"Have you at least turned west yet? For the love of John Elway, please say you're turning back west today," Kelly said.

"Tomorrow. I'm in Pittsburgh tonight, Indiana tomorrow," I replied. Then: "Wait. For the love of who?"

"John Elway. It's just an expression my dad used to use."

"OK, this is kind of critical. You're a Broncos fan?"

"Only since birth."

"Oh, God. I think we need to stop talking to each other."

"Aww," she said. "The team I root for must be better than yours."

"There are college teams better than the one you root for," I answered. "So, not likely."

"It's one of the most storied franchises in football."

"So are the 49ers. They suck, too."

"Who's your team, smartass?"

"The Cowboys," I said. She began to laugh, that kind of pot-kettle-black tone of voice, so I had to finish. "Made the playoffs this year, went 9-7?"

"The Broncos won nine games too!"

True.

"Oooh," I said. Had I been with her in person, I'd have made that childish scary-fingers motion. "Who cares if you win nine games if you don't make the playoffs? You play in a weak division anyway, and couldn't even win 10 games. You should be so proud of yourself."

"Stop picking on me," she said. "My dad and I used to go to Denver twice every season, and we'd sit in the cheap seats and watch the games. No matter how cold, or wet, or snowy, no matter how bad the team was. He took me twice every year."

"Yeah, well, you're an adult now, Kelly," I said. "You can't use your parents' poor taste as an excuse for yours anymore."

"He died three years ago," she said. Talk about foot-in-mouth disease. "It's one way I keep his memory alive."

I had no good response. Part of me wanted to apologize, but I wasn't sure that would be appropriate. Kelly knew I didn't know, and didn't mean anything personal with my jab.

"Well, then, that's a pretty cool tradition," I offered. "Maybe this fall we can go down to Denver and catch a game."

She didn't reply for a minute or two.

"Or not," I added. "I understand if that's something you want to keep to yourself."

"No," she said finally. "I would love to. I think watching football with you would be awesome."

"As long as they're not playing the Cowboys," I said. "It'll be hard enough getting me to cheer for the Broncos -- I'm certainly not going to if they play Dallas."

"Fair enough," she giggled. Pretty soon, though, her laughter died off. "Thank you for not saying you're sorry."

"Sure," I replied. "I'm pretty damn close to my parents. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose either of them."

"Pretty much the most awful thing I've ever experienced."

I nodded, quite dumbly since I was alone in the middle of West Virginia.

"He had a heart attack, two weeks after I graduated high school," she went on. "We rushed him to the hospital, and they told us it had been a pretty mild one -- extremely so considering it was his first. He was always in really peak physical condition, though, and the doctors said that helped a lot. A week later, he came home. Two days after that, he had a stroke and died on the way to the hospital."

I started to tear up listening to her story. I didn't detect any sounds of sobbing on her end -- I'd guess she had enough time to deal with it by now that just the thought didn't cause her to break down. Still, the pain in her voice was bare and raw and I couldn't have missed it if I was deaf.

"It was pretty difficult for a while," she said. "I didn't even follow the Broncos the year he died, and I haven't been back to Denver since. He refereed local high school football games, and I used to go watch him once in a while. I haven't been to one of those since then, either."

I stayed silent and just listened to her talk. When it was apparent she was done talking about it, I spoke up.

"You didn't have to share any of that with me, Kelly," I said. "I can't begin to understand how painful that must have been, but I did lose a couple of Marine buddies overseas. I didn't mean to pry."

"You didn't," she said. "I have certain things I want to keep a secret until we meet, Brad, but besides those, I enjoy sharing myself with you. I didn't tell you anything I didn't want to tell you."

"Glad to hear it," I answered. "Thank you for trusting me enough to open up."

"I do trust you," she affirmed. "I think that's my show and tell for the day, though."

"Definitely," I agreed. "Again, thank you."

"So," she said. "What's in Pittsburgh?"

"The Pirates," I answered.

"That's baseball, right?" she asked innocently. I cringed for just a second.

"No, Kelly," I deadpanned. "It's professional basketweaving."

"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, laughing. "My dad was the only one who liked sports in the family, and he wasn't much for baseball."

"I can teach you," I said. "I'm a Braves fan personally, but Denver has a pretty good team, too, the Colorado Rockies."

"Yeah," she said, her voice turning sour. "One of my ex-boyfriends was a big Rockies fan. I tried to get into it with him, but he didn't like sharing that part of his life with me."

Hmm. I was learning a lot about Kelly this morning. Still, I needed to tread carefully.

"What's life if you don't share it with those you care about?" I asked. "Sounds like an industrial-sized bag-o-douche."

She laughed raucously. "You have no idea."

I stayed silent, hoping she would say more.

"But, I think I've shared enough for today," she said, reading my mind. "That's a story for another day."

"OK," I agreed. "What's your plan for today?"

"Well, first, when we get off the phone, I have a little surprise I'm going to send you," she said. 

"Surprise, huh? What surprise could you be giving me when we're not even on the phone?"

"Men," she sighed. "Look up surprise on websters.com."

"Fine," I sighed back. "Smartass."

"Always," she answered. "Then, I have to get up and get moving. I don't have to work until the dinner rush tonight, but I have errands to run all day."

"Ooh, errands," I said. "That sounds like so much fun, I almost wish I was with you doing that instead of going to watch baseball."

"Yeah, right," she said. "If you were here, though... I bet we could come up with ways to make it more fun."

"Very good point," I replied. "Although, I'm not sure how much the folks at the post office would like what I have in mind."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 09



She laughed. I smiled. "No trips to the post office, thank God, but yeah, I don't think they'd like it very much at the doctor's office, either."

"Doctor?" I asked curiously. "What's wrong?"

"Oh," she said, and went silent for a minute. "Nothing. Just a routine checkup."

"Why the silence there, Kelly?" I asked. "Is something wrong?"

I knew enough to tread carefully about her dad and the ex-boyfriend, but on this, I felt like she was keeping something from me. I only pressed people into telling me things when I felt like I was being lied to.

"Nothing's wrong," she said. "I was just walking to the fridge to get the appointment card, to make sure I remembered the time right."

I guess that made sense. Maybe.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Brad," she said, sounding like she was rolling her eyes in the process. "I promise."

"All right. I'm a little anxious to get this surprise you're sending, so I guess I'll let you get to your day."

"I bet you are anxious," she laughed. "Drive safe, and call me later."

We hung up, and I got back to focusing on the roads. Up ahead I could see some large hills – out here, they probably called them mountains. But when your hometown is in the Rockies, there are only a few areas that compare enough to be called mountains: the Himalayas, the Alps, and the Andes. Everything else is just a steep mound with some trees.

Go ahead, call me a mountain snob. Mountains are mountains, and hills are hills.

I hoped Kelly would send her message soon, because I figured I might have some spotty cell coverage out here in the geographic center of West Virginia – a state that didn't have a whole lot going on anyway. Just as I rounded the first curve, my phone buzzed.

It was a text message with a picture embedded in it, and I didn't have to wait long to see it. The image made my cock spring to attention again, as sticky it may have been. It was a close-up shot of Kelly's pussy. Her index and middle finger looked wet as they spread her lips open, and her pink walls glistened with her arousal, too. Her clit stuck out at the top, held captive by the two fingers. I couldn't see any hair in the picture.

I quickly saved the picture to my phone and set it to be my new wallpaper. Sure, that made it easier for someone else to see, but I'd just have to be careful who looked at my phone. No way I wasn't going to look at that picture every chance I got.

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Legs. 

Long legs, lean and tanned, glistening in the sun. That was the first thing I noticed when I pulled into PNC Park, the home of the Pittsburgh Pirates.

I was so busy staring that I almost ran over a couple people in the parking lot, and I have no idea how well I parked. I didn't much care. Her legs were long enough to reach me from four rows over. She was leaning over the tailgate of a truck, sticking out her ass for the whole world to see.

I was seeing.

They were like tractor beams, these legs. I couldn't help but make my way toward them. As I got closer, I got a better view. They were indeed long, though not as tan as I'd originally thought. It didn't matter -- they were fucking exquisite. She wore a pair of cutoff denim shorts, which hugged her ass so perfectly I had to make sure I wasn't staring at a billboard. If someone wanted to sell more of these shorts, this was the shot they'd use in the ad. 

I was supposed to be meeting some people, but I had no idea where Josh and his friends were tailgating. And anyway, you don't pass up a chance to talk to whoever owns legs that spectacular. I figured I'd find Josh soon enough. 

I couldn't have been more right.

As I approached the truck she was leaning over, I noticed two guys standing a few feet behind the girl, drinking in the same view I was. And as luck would have it, Josh was the last member of the group, sitting on the tailgate holding a beer bottle. We'd never met in person, but I recognized him instantly from the pictures I'd seen. 

I was still two rows away when the girl stood up straight and turned around. As I'd expected with such awesome legs, she was taller than most girls, probably standing somewhere around 5-10 or 5-11. Her long, curly brown hair fell over her shoulders and spilled down her back, but a few loose locks framed a face that, while not on par with her legs, was still pretty attractive. She noticed me coming before the others did, and when smiled at me, I happily returned it. She said something to Josh, and he looked up.

"This is what passes for tailgating up here in PA, huh?" I asked, walking up to the group and doing my best to pretend I hadn't been staring at her luscious ass for the past three minutes. They were drinking cheap beer and eating food from Burger King sacks. There were no grills, no generators, no finger foods, no RVs, no hard alcohol. 

Josh slid off the tailgate with a grin and headed toward me. At 25, he was a little bit older than me, with short, brown hair and a muscular fit that certainly suited his job as a fireman. He was just about as tall as I was, a couple inches over six feet. We slapped hands and did that little half-hug thing men like to do, for some unknown reason.

"Brad, nice to meet you, man," he said. "After four years of kicking your ass all over the Internet, it's good to finally put a face with the name."

"Yeah, right," I answered. "You've finished higher than me once in four years. Too many damned Pirates on your teams."

"One of the many difficulties of being a Pirates fan," Josh answered. "Anyway, Brad, meet Drake and Doug. We all work the same shift down at the fire station."

"Nice to meet you guys," I said, exchanging handshakes all around. I was more interested in him introducing the girl, but the two guys seemed nice enough. Doug was so massive, he could have played left tackle for the Steelers. Drake was a shorter black guy with a steel frame. About that time, the person I wanted to meet the most reached into the cooler and tossed me a beer. 

Bud Light. Meh. I remembered that Tracy had been drinking one before I ordered her a Sam Adams last night. That thought led to a myriad of others, and I would have been happy to relive the memories if not for present company.

"And this is Maria, my girlfriend," Josh said. She smiled at me and clutched Josh's arm. I won't lie -- I was more than a little disappointed. "She's partially deaf, so if anything bad happens today, just yell at her. She probably won't hear you, anyway."

"Uh, ok," I stammered, not sure what had brought that on. I looked at the other two guys, both of whom wore knowing, slightly resigned smiles. From Josh's speech, it appeared he had quite the head start on me in the alcohol department. 

"It's called 'hard of hearing', jackass," Maria said, slapping Josh on the head with an old, worn out baseball glove that had been sitting on the tailgate behind them. "You're such a prick sometimes."

Josh blatantly ignored her and went back to scarfing down the Whopper he'd been working on when I'd arrived. Drake and Doug started talking about something else, and Maria came over to me. I stuck my hand out, and she shook it demurely. I must have still looked bewildered, because she smiled and started explaining.

"I am partially deaf," she said. Her speech was perfectly clear and normal, though, so I guessed it was something that had happened later in her life. "You might have to say something to me twice if I'm not paying attention to you already, even if you 

scream it the first time. But other than that, I'm normal."

"So why Josh's weird introduction, then?"

"He's mad at me," she replied, finishing off her beer. "I noticed you walking across the parking lot, and I said you were cute."

"Ah," I said, smiling inwardly at the compliment. "I guess some guys don't like to hear that their girlfriend finds another guy hot."

"I didn't say hot," she said, grinning. "Just cute."

"Yeah, but look at me," I said, smiling widely now. "You meant hot."

She playfully punched me in the chest. "What would you do if your girlfriend told you she found another guy attractive?"

"Nothing," I said. "I'm not stupid enough to think that just because she likes me, that makes every other guy in the world look like Carrot Top. As long as I know where her loyalties lie, I'm good. I don't have insecurity issues."

"Obviously not," she replied. 

"You want to hear a secret?" I asked. She grinned and leaned in a little closer. "I spotted your legs the moment I pulled in here." I didn't whisper, but I didn't say it loud enough for anyone else to hear it, either. She pulled back abruptly, but she had a big smile on her face.

"I'm a little ashamed of myself," I continued. "Legs that long, and that nice.. I should have spotted 'em from a couple blocks away. Hell, I should have been able to use them to guide me all the way to the stadium, GPS be damned. Guess I'm off my game today." 

I wasn't going to go any farther than that -- she was Josh's girl, and despite the stupid comment he'd just made, I wasn't gonna fuck with that. Still, she'd given me a compliment and it had aggravated her boyfriend, so the least I could do was tell her a little of what I was thinking.

"Well, I'm glad you're a fan," she chuckled. "You want some food?"

"Yeah, but not out here," I answered in a normal voice. "I've eaten out of a paper sack more than I care to remember over the past week or so. The food in the park might not be any better for me, but I'm guessing it will taste better."

"That's definitely true," Drake said, walking over to us holding a white Pirates jersey. "This is for you to wear today."

"Aww, man," I said. "I barely agreed to root for them. You said nothing about having to wear their gear."

"That's the way it's gotta be," Josh said, ambling over. He'd clearly had a few to drink before I arrived, as he was already slurring his speech and unsteady on his feet.

Doug and Maria agreed with Josh and Drake, so I grumbled as I took the jersey.

"We're already wearing the best of what we got," Doug said. "So you had to take what was left. I don't think Drake has worn this one but once."

"I tried to give you the Snell jersey," Josh said, "but Maria insisted on cramming her big ass into it, so, you get this one," he said. 

My jaw just about hit the ground, and Drake and Doug just looked down. Maria opened her mouth to say something, but it caught in her throat. I could tell the comment hurt, despite there being absolutely zero truth to it. Ian Snell was probably the Pirates' best pitcher, and his jersey was hanging loosely off Maria's slender shoulders. If a good breeze picked up, she'd have been wearing a cape.

"Really, Josh?" I finally said, since no one else was going to speak.

"What?" he asked, honestly unaware that he'd said anything wrong. "Just havin' some fun with her."

I flashed an apologetic smile at Maria and turned to the jersey in my hand, then looked back at what the others were wearing. The three guys were wearing jerseys for Jason Bay, Adam LaRoche and Freddy Sanchez, Pittsburgh's three best hitters. Mine was the number 19 of infielder Jose Bautista.

"Yeah, I think this will do just fine," I said, trying to put a stop to the awkwardness Josh had brought. "Those other four are never going to amount to anything, anyway. Bautista has a pretty sweet stroke. If he can ever get out of this environment that promotes mediocrity, he'd be an MVP candidate."

I slipped the jersey on over my polo shirt as the guys countered. "Bautista?" Josh scoffed. "He'll never be anything more than a decent corner infielder. In two years he'll be somebody's utility man, the 24th or 25th guy on the roster."

"That's why I beat you like... well... like the Pittsburgh Pirates every year in fantasy," I said. "I know talent. You... you pick a lot of Pirates. And not even good Pirates."



The other three guys and I jabbered back and forth for a few more minutes, but I noticed that Maria stayed quiet. Finally, Josh announced it was time to head to the game. Dozens of other partiers were heading in as well. I looked at my watch – first pitch was in about an hour. Before we left, I tossed my Braves cap in the cab of Josh's truck. I couldn't let anyone know I was a fan of a real baseball team – didn't want them to get jealous and try to whip my ass or anything.

As we entered the park, we passed by a gigantic board that showed the NL Central standings. In a miracle equivalent to the loaves and fishes, the Chicago Cubs were in first place, by two games over the Milwaukee Brewers. Everyone else – Pittsburgh included – had losing records. I couldn't resist.

"You know when your life sucks as a baseball fan?" I asked. No one answered immediately, so I told my own punchline. "When you look at the standings and wish you were the Chicago Cubs."

I guess Maria was over it, because she threw a sharp elbow into my ribs. The three guys tossed up various gestures and verbal jabs unsuitable for children.

Josh's seats were right over the visiting team's dugout. Ironically, the visitors today were the Cubs. I sat in the middle of the five seats, with Drake to my left and Josh to my right. I devoured a couple hot dogs and passed a tub of popcorn back and forth with Maria, doing my best to spill some on Josh each time the tub passed over him.

In the third inning, Bautista, the guy on the back of my jersey, drilled a fastball from Ted Lilly over the right field wall with a runner on second base. I didn't even have to be prompted to get up out of my seat and cheer.

I'd more or less forgotten about my initial attraction to Maria, but in the fourth inning, she reminded me -- and pretty much every other male sitting in Section 112 at PNC Park. When she stretched her legs out and hung them over the empty seat in front her, she had my attention. When she started dangling her left sandal off her toes, I groaned. I wasn't worried about Josh's reaction, because I wasn't the only one. He was looking too, as were Drake and Doug on my left. 

She didn't seem to have any idea of what she was doing, or what it was doing to everyone else. She just kept up the idle, small-talk conversation the five of us had been carrying on all game. If she'd looked at us, though, she'd have noticed us staring. The show ended an inning later, when the Cubs hit a two-run homer of their own and Maria stood up to boo.

When the teams swapped sides in the middle of the sixth inning, Maria, Drake and Doug all went to get more beer and food. That let Josh and I catch up some.

"The trip been going well?" Josh asked me.

"I have no complaints," I said. "I've been to a few concerts, hung out with some old friends and new, and this is my second baseball game. It's been just about the perfect week."

"Any women along the way?" he asked. It was a pretty blunt question, but I could respect that. Besides, the message boards in our fantasy baseball league had likely gotten far raunchier than anything we'd discuss here, with a few dozen kids within earshot.

"My share and then some," I replied. "At least one in pretty much every state I've spent any significant amount of time in."

"Don't matter." Josh said, catching me a little off guard. "If you haven't been laid in Pittsburgh, man, then you ain't been laid."

"There is some nice scenery here, I'll give you that," I said. The hottest woman I'd seen all afternoon was the one sitting on the other side of Josh, but I kept that little tidbit to myself. "But you don't know what I've seen on this trip, man. I seriously doubt it."

"Guess I've got to prove it to you, then," he said.

"Nah, man," I answered. "The thing is, I never go out looking for it. It just seems to find me."

"What if I find it for you?" he asked, forcing me to do a double-take.

"Say what?"

"I'll bet I can get you laid before you leave," he answered, a smug grin on his face.

"Yeah, right," I said. "I saw how smooth you were with your own girlfriend out in the parking lot."

"She just gets on my nerves sometimes, s'all," he answered. "But I'm serious. I will put money on it. I will get you laid before you leave."

"You know I leave bright and early tomorrow, right?"

"Yep," he said, sticking his hand out. "Loser buys the beer at Wrigley next week."

Josh and I were going our separate ways tomorrow, but next week we were going to meet up again in Chicago for a Cubs game, with a couple of other friends.

"Deal," I said, accepting the handshake.

The others came back right as the bottom of the sixth started. My attention turned back to the game, but I noticed the grin never left Josh's face. The beer wouldn't be a big deal – hell, if he could pull this off, it'd be worth the tradeoff. Still, I doubted his ability, chalking his boasting up to 50 percent cockiness, and 50 percent cheap beer.

**************

The game went into extra innings, but the Cubs took the lead in the 12th, playing small ball to manufacture a run with a single, a stolen base, a perfectly executed sacrifice bunt, and a sacrifice fly to move ahead 4-3. Their closer, Ryan Dempster, struck out all three Pirates in the bottom of the inning, giving the Pirates yet another hard-luck loss.

I expected the fans to be pretty depressed, and maybe some of them were. My particular crowd, however, was taking it pretty well. Part of it was alcohol, I'm sure, but I guess when you see the same movie enough times, the ending stops surprising you.

"Well, that sucked," I said as we headed back out to the cars. I'd only drank enough beer to get buzzed, and that had stopped around the 7th inning, so I was good to drive.

"You sound like a Pirates fan," Josh mused.

"Today, I was," I replied. "Thanks for breaking me of that early."

"Gotta be a diehard to be a Bucs fan," he said.

"No thanks," I answered. "I prefer being a fan of a team who wins once in a while."

"You guys down for some wings?" Drake asked.

"Fuck, yes, I am down for some wings," I said. Despite the numerous hotdogs, nachos and popcorn I'd eaten at the game, it was dinner time now and damnit, I was hungry.

"All right, then," Josh said, admiring my enthusiasm. "Just follow me."

I nodded, but Maria interrupted.

"I'm riding with him," she said, jabbing a thumb at me.

"Why?" Josh asked.

"Because your truck is too fucking small for four people, especially when one of them is fucking Andre the Giant," she replied. I looked over at Doug – while not quite as large as Maria said, I estimated he stood about 6-6 and tipped the scales closer to three bills than two.

"For the last time, Maria," Doug said. "I am not fucking Andre the Giant."

I laughed, but no one else did – apparently, this was so old a joke for them, they stopped finding it funny. 

"Whatever," Josh said, waving a hand at us. The three guys headed toward Josh's truck, and Maria and I kept walking farther into the parking lot, heading for my Stratus.

"You kiss your mama with that mouth?" I asked. 

"What?" she shot back.

"You dropped two f-bombs in one sentence back there," I said.

"Oh," she instantly blushed. "Just when I've had too much to drink."

"Uh huh," I countered. "I bet you cuss like that all the time."

"Only if someone makes me," she said. There were a couple ways I could interpret that. Since she was Josh's girlfriend, though, even as poorly as he'd been treating her today, I played it straight.

"Gotta learn to control that temper, hon," I replied.

"What?"

"Hmm?" I answered. She smiled, and I returned it.

"Fuck you," she said with a grin. We'd reached my car, and when I got it started up, Josh was waiting behind me in his truck. I followed him, and we began a slow weave through Thursday afternoon traffic. Josh wasn't too difficult to follow, so I was able to keep on his tailgate and manage a conversation with Maria at the same time. She was a college student working her way through the political science program at Duquesne in downtown Pittsburgh.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 09



Shortly after we'd left the parking lot, she had leaned the seat back and put her feet up on the dashboard. I was entranced again, and she caught me looking.

"I'm sorry," she said, catching me off guard for a second. "I'll take 'em down if you want. It's rude of me, but my legs are kinda long."

"Uh, yeah," I said, grinning widely. "I've noticed."

She grinned back at me curiously, but since I said nothing about taking them down, she didn't. There was a lull in our chatting while we listened to an excellent Foo Fighters song on the radio. Once it was over, I started probing for more information.

"So, what happened to your hearing?" I asked. I got no response, and when I looked, she was staring forlornly out the window. 

"Hey," I said, gently shaking her shoulder. She snapped her eyes onto me, then instantly blushed. I was still looking at her legs. 

"Shit, you asked me something, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"God, I'm sorry," she said. "It's kind of embarrassing."

I smiled. "Hey, most girls ignore me, and their hearing is just fine. At least you have an excuse."

She swatted my shoulder. "I'm not ignoring you. What did you ask?"

"I was curious about how the hearing loss happened, actually." I thought it might be a sore subject, but she started laughing.

"Fireworks, when I was 11," she said. "We were all shooting them off in a big field. A ring I'd been wearing fell off my finger, and I dropped down to the ground to look for it. My cousin didn't notice, and set off about 5 M80s a foot away."

"Jesus," I said. "It probably sounds terrible coming from someone who hears normally, but..."

She cut me off. "But I was lucky all I lost was a little of my hearing?" I nodded, and she did too. "No, you're right. It burned my face a little bit, and for about a week I couldn't hear at all. But the burns healed, and the hearing slowly started to come back. The doctors said it probably wouldn't all come back, and since it's 13 years later now, I guess they were right."

I wasn't sure what to say to that. Maria watched me for a moment to see if was going to answer. After a few seconds, she started to turn away, but I decided to change the subject.

"So what the hell is a girl like you doing with Josh?"

If she'd had anything in her mouth, she'd have splattered it all over the inside of my windshield. She was doubled over in my passenger seat for the better part of a minute.

"What do you mean?" she asked when she finally stopped.

"You wouldn't be laughing so hard if you didn't know what I meant," I replied. She nodded, but didn't break eye contact with me, so I continued. "Look, I'm not trying to pry, but it doesn't seem like he treats you all that well. Sure, he's a tall, good-looking guy with a good job, but I'm kinda thinking you might deserve better."

She smiled, and was about to answer when Josh pulled into a tiny parking lot. 

"We're here," she grinned. "Guess I'll have to answer you later."

************

There wasn't going to be a later. 

I inhaled a couple dozen wings at the restaurant, and the conversation was pretty light. I'd all but forgotten about my bet with Josh, but as he flirted with a waitress that looked like a love child between Rosie O'Donnell and Chewbacca, it came back to the forefront. I hadn't taken him seriously, but perhaps I still should have set some limits.

She never made a move to come talk to me, thankfully, and Josh was somewhat well-behaved, only making one more comment about Maria that made me want to slap him upside the head. Sitting across the table from her, we'd exchanged smiles more than once during my wing annihilation. 

I guess Josh had noticed, because when we were done, I found out the seating arrangements had changed. I was crashing in Josh's spare bedroom, and Drake was parked in Josh's driveway. So Drake took the passenger seat in my car, and we followed Josh as he dropped off Maria and Doug on the way home. I was half-surprised we weren't going out somewhere else, because even though I'd beaten Josh like a drum in our fantasy baseball league, he was still hands-down the most competitive guy in the group, and it wasn't like him to lose without even giving it a shot.

Drake stayed for a few beers, and the three of us watched the rest of the Braves-Cardinals game on ESPN. The Braves won. Of course. Drake seemed like a good enough guy. I wanted to bring up the way Josh had been treating Maria all day, but I just didn't feel like it was my place. Sure, I'd fixed a couple relationships along my trip thus far, but for some reason, it just didn't seem like a good idea this time. 

Drake and I exchanged numbers before he took off, and I heard Josh talking on his cell phone as I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I changed into some workout shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt to go to bed. When I came out, he was laying on the couch watching SportsCenter.

"You out for the night?"

"Yeah, man. Got a long drive tomorrow," I said. 

"Where to?"

"Indianapolis," I replied. "Brooks & Dunn are headlining a show out there."

"Go west, young man," Josh replied.

"That's the plan," I answered. "I'll head down to southern Indiana for a couple days, then meet you guys up in Chicago on Monday."

"Yeah, I'm flying out there Sunday afternoon. Doubt I'll be sober till I get home on Tuesday."

"I figured," I said. "Speaking of which, I know we said loser buys the beer, but I'm not really much of a beer guy. Would it be stretching your firefighter salary too much if I just ordered Jack and Cokes all afternoon at Wrigley?"

He sat up. "Yeah, I guess I bit off more than I could chew there," he said. I heard his words, but the cat-canary grin on his face threw me off a little. He certainly didn't look like a man who'd lost. Still, I knew what the bet was, and knew I was about to go to bed. I was going to win.

"I tried to get that waitress at the wing joint to flirt with you, see if you had any game at all," Josh continued. "But when even she decided to just say no, I realized there was no way I could ever get you laid."

Ah, I thought. That was the grin. He may have lost, but he'd at least gotten a good shot in on me.

"Don't know what to tell you, Joshua," I said, heading toward the spare bedroom. "Some women get intimidated just from looking at me."

"Bullshit, Bradley," he joked. "See ya in the mornin'."

I nodded and closed the door behind me. This was Josh's bedroom when he was growing up, but when his parents sold it to him and moved to Florida, he'd taken over the master bedroom down the hall. I could tell this used to be his room, though -- there were pictures of him everywhere. Kind of creepy, actually.

It was barely past 10 when I climbed under the covers, but between my late-night near-miss incident with Amber and the early morning wakeup call, I'd gotten zero sleep the night before. A little extra shuteye wouldn't hurt in the slightest. It was a little after 8 p.m. Kelly's time, which meant she'd still be at work for a few more hours. I wanted very badly to talk to her before I fell asleep, but I knew I'd never make it. While trying to decide what to do about that, my brain ended the argument by shutting me down.

It didn't turn everything off, though. At some point my brain started an in-flight movie for my subconscious' viewing pleasure. I was in my old bedroom in San Antonio, laying on my back and watching as Kelly slowly stripped down in my doorway. Of course, I didn't know what she looked like except that she had brown hair. The hottest brunette I'd run into on this trip -- that wasn't related to me, anyway -- was Lynette, Scott's girlfriend. So, the face and body were hers, but the woman in my dream was no doubt Kelly.

She smiled at me wordlessly as she moved toward the bed. She tugged the top blanket out of the foot of the bed and crawled toward me, her hands sliding up my legs as she went. My cock began to stir, and she noticed, reaching through the leg of my shorts and rubbing it through my boxers.

I just closed my eyes and enjoyed her silent ministrations on my cock, She tugged gently on it, rubbing my thighs with her other hand until she had me fully hard. 

Suddenly, she was gone, but only for a moment. Her hands moved back to my legs again, but this time the sensation was even more intense. Instead of reaching through my pants, she reached up to the waistline and tugged them down, along with my boxers. It was almost as if the hair on my thighs could feel the elastic as it slid south. Her tongue lightly licked the top of my cock, and I could feel the saliva it left in its trail. 

Kelly's fingertips lightly tickled my balls, and then I felt something warm and wet engulf the tip of my cock. As much sex as I'd had on this trip, the uniqueness of this experience was about to make me cum. Her mouth slid farther down, taking just the first couple inches, and just before I reached the point of no return, she pulled off with a loud popping sound.

"What the fuck??" she said. Except, that wasn't Kelly's voice, and I woke up instantly. The first thing I noticed is that I hadn't been dreaming. My shorts were around my knees, and my dick was wet. It was pitch black, but the second thing I noticed was a tall silhouette kneeling in front of me.

"Who the--" I started. Then the owner of the voice registered. "Maria?! What the hell are you doing?"

Sure, I had a problem with the way Josh had been treating her all day, but we'd been friends for four years. I wasn't looking to make her feel better by helping her cheat on him.

"What are YOU doing in here?" she asked.

"I'm Josh's guest," I said. "Guests sleep in the guest bedroom."

"This is Josh's bedroom!" she whispered, though if it'd been her real voice, she'd have been shouting. "He told me to come over, that he wanted to make it up to me for being a dick all day! He said he'd be in his bedroom, and just to come in and he'd take care of me. I guess I just got a little carried away with the waking up part."

"It's dark as fuck in here," I said. "How did you know it wasn't him?"

She was silent for a minute. "I just did."

"Fuck," I said. Everything was hazy. I'd been out cold, and my brain couldn't compute this yet. "I guess he forgot he let me stay in his room. I don't know why he told me it was the guest room, though."

I heard her draw a breath and begin to answer when there was a knock on the door. She tried to pull the covers back over her, but I stopped. "Fuck it," I said softly. "He told me to sleep here and told you to come in here. It's his fault."

I couldn't see much, but I saw her pearly white teeth as she smiled. "Ok," she said.

"Yeah, what's up?" I shouted. The door opened, and light streamed in from the hallway. I saw Josh poke his head in.

"I just checked," he said. "Guinness at Wrigley is $9.50 a pint, and I'm planning to double-fist."

I could see Maria's face scrunch up in a question in the hall light, and I was confused too -- but only for a second.

The bet. She didn't know about it.

"You sure about this?" I asked.

"I set it up, didn't I?" he replied. "I saw you two flirting at dinner."

"Flirting is just flirting," I said. "Never planned on it going further, man."

"I know," he said. "Have fun."

"Josh?" Maria asked. It was the first time she'd spoken since he came in.

"Hmm?" He asked. He sounded pretty drunk.

"Turn the light on before you close the door," she said firmly.

The light turned on, and I heard the door shut. I looked down at her now, kneeling between my legs on the bed. She still wore the Pirates jersey and cutoff shorts she'd worn to the game. I could see her shoes laying by the door. Her brown hair fell over her eyes, but her cheeks looked like lobsters. 

"Shitty situation to put you in," I said. "He didn't give you a choice."

"He didn't give you a choice, either," she said, refusing to meet my eyes. "He had no idea if you wanted me or not."

"I do," I said, taking her hand in mine. My cock had softened slightly in the confusion, but seeing her kneeling between my legs was bringing it back quickly. Touching her hand only made it harder. "My friends' women are off limits, or I'd have been actively flirting with you all day."

"You kinda were anyway," she said, grinning.

"That?" I said. "That was just me being nice."

"Oh?" she replied. "So what's flirting then?"

"You sure you want to know?" I asked, giving her one more out. I was more than ready to attack her, and I'd gotten the feeling she was at least a little into me throughout the day, but really, it was unfair what Josh had done to her.

She showed me her teeth again, and then nodded.

"How did you know it wasn't Josh?" I asked. She blushed even deeper.

"I told you, I just did."

"Uh uh," I said. "How did you know?"

"You're... a little... bigger," she said.

"You only got like an inch into your mouth," I said. "Surely he's got more than an inch?"

She laughed, and I couldn't help but join her. "Not like that," she said. "Bigger around. You stretched my lips wider."

"Ohhh," I said. "You could tell that after just a couple seconds?"

Her eyes hit the deck again, and she blushed. "I have... a little bit of... an oral fixation."

"You do, do you?" I asked. "Well, don't let me stop you."

I started pushing my shorts the rest of the way down my legs, and she rolled to my right side to let me. As soon as they were gone, her head fell into my lap. She took her time, licking and kissing up and down both sides of my cock, sucking each of my balls between her lips, and nibbling on my inner thighs.

This woman hadn't even put me in her mouth yet, and I was fairly close to shooting off.

She spent a few more minutes teasing and exploring, and then without warning she engulfed about six of my eight inches. My hand instinctively went to her head, my fingers tangling up in her hair. She just moaned at the contact.

"I'm not going to last long," I said.

"Aww," she said when she pulled up momentarily. "Why not?"

"Was having a pretty good dream when you came in," I sputtered. "Waking up and seeing you here just made it better."

"Oooh," she said. "I like the sound of that." She really attacked me then, working her lips furiously up and down my cock. I started pushing her head up and down, and I could feel her tongue working overtime, feverishly flicking back and forth across my shaft as she went to town.

It hadn't been more than two minutes since she'd started, and I was on the edge of exploding. Needing to do something to prolong the experience, I moved my hand from her hair down to her magnificent legs. I started at her knee, but quickly moved my palm up her thighs and under her shorts onto her ass. I felt a thong when I got to her hip, but mostly I just squeezed and kneaded her tight ass.

"Getting a little grabby there," she grinned at me. 

"Trying to hold off long as I can," I said. "An ass this nice, I can't help but focus on it."

"Just let go," she said, not referring to my hand. "I'll let you see it as soon as you cum."

"Just your ass?"

She giggled, made even sexier by the fact that her mouth was full. Maria took my cock back into her mouth, and I shuddered when she started humming. She wiggled her ass under my hand, and I couldn't help but lay a nice swat on it. 

Apparently, she wasn't expecting it, because she shrieked around my cock. The extra vibration sent me plummeting off a cliff, and I couldn't even warn her. I just started blasting off, unloading jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth. She took the first two or three shots in her mouth, then let the last few hit her chin and dribbled down onto her hand.

"Naughty boy," she said, "spanking me like that."

"Fuck," was my brilliant reply.

"Ah, did I drain you?" she teased, licking lazily around the very tip of my cock. I rewarded her with an involuntary jerk of my hips.

"Not hardly," I said. She rested her right cheek on my upper thigh and stared at me as she gently stroked my cock. "I want to see."

"You want to see... what?"

"What I've been wanting to see all day," I answered. "Your legs, on either side of my head."

"Hmm," she said, feigning indecision. I got impatient, and attacked the buttons on her shorts. Maria's eyes got large, but she did nothing to stop me, even lifting her hips slightly to let me pull them off. When all she had left was a black thong, I took hold of her legs and pulled her on top of me on her back. 

Her pussy was just a foot or so away on my stomach, but I took my time with her legs, really feeling my way around them. I ran my hands slowly from her toes down the front of her foot, caressing her ankles thoroughly before forging onward. Her skin was velvety smooth as I moved upward, rubbing both on top and underneath her calves. I avoided the underside of her knees so as not to tickle her, instead skipping up to her thighs. I could tell she spent a little time in the gym, because I kneaded plenty of muscle as I vigorously massaged, steering clear of the treasure that waited just a few inches away.

I couldn't see her face, laying on the bed in between my own ankles, but I heard various moans and gasps escape her lips with each new move I made on her legs. When I bent her knees slightly and started to suck on her toes, she let out a little yelp before she started giggling. 

"Tickles," she sputtered.

"Tough," I answered before kissing down the arch of her foot. I spent a little time on her ankles and lower calves as well, but when I was ready to move on, instead of sitting up slightly like I'd done before, I just pulled her forward. Her hips now sat squarely on my chest, and I nibbled my way across her upper calves, her knee caps and her lower thighs.

"This is torture!" she cried out.

"I thought torture implied pain," I said. "If I'm doing it wrong, by all means, tell me how I can improve. I can spend all night just kissing your legs until I get it perfect."

She groaned and tightened her legs, her calves pushing against my head and her knees caving in my cheeks. 

"So impatient," I scoffed, sliding her even closer to me. Now her pussy was readily available, but I still spent a few moments licking and kissing all over her well-developed thighs. 

She was in a constant whimper now, so I decided to put her out of her misery. I stuck out my tongue and licked straight up her slit through her thong. Her hand gripped my knee as she drew in a breath. 

"I'm sorry, Maria," I said. "It looks like there is something in my way."

"Move it the fuck out of the way!" she exclaimed, and I couldn't help but laugh at her impatience. "It's not funny!" she continued, but she was laughing at little. "I didn't tease you."

She was right. Without warning, I pulled the flimsy fabric to the side and lifted my head, burying my nose, tongue and lips in her steaming snatch.

"Holy fuck!!" she shouted, half-sitting up at the sudden intrusion. She relaxed back against the bed after a moment, but her hand stayed in my hair. I put my hands on her hips and held her in place as I attacked her. My attention to her legs had been slow, deliberate and worshipful, but my actions on her pussy were meant for one thing and one thing only.

"I don't think I'm going to last very long either," she said, reading my mind. I just smiled into her pussy and buried my tongue deeper inside. My nose was pushed against her clit, but when I moved up and wrapped my lips around it instead, she lost it. The dark-haired beauty with the killer legs started thrashing them around my head and shoulders as she shouted out, her palm against her mouth acting as a very weak sound barrier. I had no doubt Josh would hear her from whatever room he was in. 

The orgasm was a powerful one, and drenched my face pretty good. She didn't take long to recover, though, quickly turning over and planting her pussy back on my face. I dug my fingers into her tight, muscular ass as I dove back in for another helping between her legs. She dropped a few expletives before taking my cock back into her mouth, taking it in as far as she could with the first plunge.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 09



We stayed in that position for maybe 10 minutes, just enjoying what the other was doing. Since she'd taken the edge off a few minutes earlier, I was able to hold off cumming despite her obvious oral talents. I wasn't trying all that hard to make her cum again either -- not just yet, anyway.

After a while, I rolled her off of me and quickly took off the rest of my clothes. Apparently done with any shyness she'd been dealing with before, she stood up and shimmied off her thong, just shaking her ass and legs back and forth until it hit the ground. Lucky fucking piece of fabric, I thought.

I moved behind her and pulled the Pirates jersey off her torso. It joined her shorts on the floor, soon followed by the pink halter top she'd been wearing underneath it. I cupped her tits from behind, measuring their size with my palms. She wasn't overly large, probably a small C-cup, but they filled my hands perfectly. 

I pushed her forward until her forearms were pressed against the bed, her ass sticking up lewdly at me. I knelt down then, for two reasons. The first was to french kiss her pussy and her ass cheeks a couple more times, and the second was to fish around in my pockets for a condom. I found one and quickly put it on while my tongue licked up and down her thighs one last time.

When I stood back up, she wiggled her ass at me invitingly. Her long legs made it a slightly awkward angle, but she bent her knees just enough to line me up perfectly. I waited a few moments, and finally, she got impatient and thrust her hips back at me. The tip of my dick pushed inside her just from her movement, and my hips did the rest, pushing about halfway inside her on the first try.

All the air left her lungs as the second stroke bottomed out.

"You want me to fuck you?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Except, I didn't get an answer. I suddenly remembered her hearing problem, and I had an evil idea of how to get her attention again. One hand swatted her ass, while the other reached forward and pulled her hair back.

"You want me to fuck you!?" I shouted again when she turned as much as she could to look at me. She grinned at me mischievously.

"Yes, Brad!" she shouted, not quite as loud as me but loud enough to do the trick. "Fuck me. Spank me again, please!"

I did what she asked, blistering both ass cheeks with my palms. I didn't want to hurt her, but I wanted them to be loud. Every time I spanked her, she shouted out some expletive or another, probably a little louder than she normally would have.

We were doing it for Josh's benefit. If he wanted me to fuck his girlfriend, then fine. I was going to fuck her.

I sank my fingers into her ass and pounded her as hard as I could. I reached underneath and squeezed one of her tits as they swung back and forth from the motion of my hips. She started climbing the ladder a minute later, and thrusted her fists into the soft mattress over and over as she coated my cock with her juices.

Once she started to come down, I didn't waste any time. I flipped her onto her back, and she seemed to know exactly what I wanted. She spread her legs wide to welcome me in, and once I'd pushed back inside of her, she put those gorgeous legs on my shoulders.

"Fuck, Maria," I said. "Jesus, your legs feel spectacular."

She purred. "Let me show you what they can do."

I felt her heels dig into my shoulder blades as I really put all my weight into each thrust. Occasionally, she'd lift one foot or the other and lightly kick me with the heel. It wasn't hard by any means; it was just some contact to let me know she was enjoying it. When she was bored with that, her feet started moving up and down my arms, her toes curling and stroking my skin. I spontaneously grabbed her left foot and sucked her big toe deep into my mouth, causing her to squeal.

"Mmm, you like that, huh?" she asked, half moaning and half giggling as my tongue traced all over the arch of her foot.

"Fuck, yes," I grunted. I let go of her foot and put my hand back on her thigh. The other hand had been rubbing her clit ever since we started, and it was starting to get to her. She was trying to tease me with how much I loved her legs, but now she just wrapped them around my waist, driving her heels into my ass and forcing me to pound her.

"Fuck me, Brad!" Maria shouted. It had nothing to do with Josh anymore. This was all about a woman approaching an orgasm and wanting a release in the worst way. "Fuck that pussy!"

I had no good response. All the brain cells that usually worked in the coherent thought department were diverted to my cock, along with every other brain cell not focused on breathing. 

In a flash of genius, I pulled her legs back up onto my shoulders, then continued by moving her right leg to the other side. Now I had her legs pressed together over my right shoulder, and I forced myself down harder on her, increasing the angle. Her knees were probably six inches from her nipples now.

"Oh, FUCK!" she shouted, the new angle clearly working for her. "So.. fucking.. deep."

I was starting to get close, too, but she beat me to the punch -- literally. She started punching the headboard with her right hand as she hurtled over the edge, her third orgasm over the past hour. Her eyes were starting to water, as I refused to back off.

Maria was still babbling incoherently when I pulled her legs apart and pushed them back toward her as far as they would go. She wasn't as flexible as the girls in Pensacola had been, but I had no complaints. She got the idea, and grabbed her knees and pulled back, letting me get as deep as possible.

I dipped my head to her chest and started chewing on her nipples, the first real attention I'd given her breasts all evening. My hips were possessed, gyrating seemingly on their own and hitting a gear I didn't know I had. 

"You gonna cum inside me, Brad?" We were clearly done with the performance now, because that was a whisper. Had my ears not been six inches from her lips, I wouldn't have heard it. I just nodded, and since I had her left nipple between my teeth, she groaned.

"I am not cumming again, Mister," she said, a little louder but still quietly. "You've already gotten more out of me than I've ever had in one day." 

"Sounds like," I said, but needed another breath before I could finish. "A challenge."

Before she could answer, I left her breasts alone and moved to her neck. I started kicking and sucking all over, biting her voice box gently and nibbling up under her jawline. A little surprised gasp escaped from her lips as I bit down on her earlobe.

I could feel my orgasm building, and despite what I'd said, I wasn't sure I had enough stamina to hold off until she came again. So, I just tried to make it as intense as I could for her. I slid my hands under her arms and gripped her shoulders from behind, and I began kissing her. I wasn't sure if she was okay with that, but her tongue greedily started the tonsil fireworks. She let her legs go and quickly wrapped them around my ass again.

"Holy shit," she gasped when I pulled away to get oxygen. I didn't let her say more, attacking her lips again. The feeling began in my toes and crept up my legs, and before long, I was at the point of no return. I groaned deeply into her mouth as my cum rocketed into the condom, and that seemed to trigger her, too. She screamed into my mouth and started convulsing. Not just her pussy, though I could feel her clinching my cock as tight as she could. Her whole body started to shake as her most powerful orgasm of the night racked through her body. 

My cock was starting to deflate, but I kept hammering into her until I knew she was done. I untangled our tongues and slowly backed away from her. She was taller than most women, but there wasn't much to her frame, and I didn't want to crush her or stop her from breathing. When I rolled off, she drew a deep breath, and then hit me with a gorgeous smile.

"That..." she said, but couldn't finish. I just smiled back at her and nodded. It had started as overly flirtatious fun, but that last position had been pretty intense. She'd basically controlled everything with her legs, but I'd still managed to bring her off four times. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't proud of myself.

I got up to deposit the condom in the bathroom trash can, and apparently that broke the spell. When I came back, things felt different. Something inside me was off. 

Maria was curled up in a ball with her back to me, and while she still had amazing legs, I no longer had the desire to wrap myself around them like I'd had all day. I watched her in silence until her side began to gently rise and fall -- the telltale sign of sleep.

A quick look at the clock told me it was just after midnight. Still too early to make a phone call. With a sigh, I walked over and pulled the blanket up over Maria before crawling in bed behind her. It was a queen sized bed, so there was just enough room for me to sleep comfortably without touching her. 

It wasn't like she suddenly repulsed me or anything -- on the contrary, she was probably in the top half of women I'd messed around with the past week as far attraction and overall sexuality went. 

As soon as I decided to stop thinking about it, I started to understand why my mood had changed. The sex, the pure physical act of it, was fun and enjoyable. But it was over now. It took me a minute to wrap my head around it, but I slowly realized that I really wanted to cuddle. I wanted to pull a woman close to me, wrap my hand around her stomach and bury my nose in her hair. I wanted to idly stroke her back and shoulders, whisper random nothings in her ear and make her smile.

I just didn't want to do that with Maria, or any of the other girls I'd met on this trip. I wanted to do it with Kelly.



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 10



 Note: This is the 10th chapter in what will be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-9, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! 

I would be remiss if I didn't thank my incredible editor, AnInsatiableReader. We authors are really pretty tough on our editors.. it takes us weeks or months to churn out a chapter, but we want them to redline it in a couple days and get it back to us. Incredibly unfair and selfish, but my editor has never taken more than a day or two to return a chapter. She's been busy lately, but still dropped everything to instantly read both this chapter and Chapter 9. Bottom line.. if there are any authors reading this, take time to say thanks to your editor(s). If yours is anything like mine, your stories wouldn't be half as good as they are without them. 

Keep in mind: this story is set in 2007.... the year I started writing it. I know. Sorry. Anyway, since it is set in 2007, current events are from 2007. If someone were to e-mail me feedback and politely inform me that Brooks & Dunn is not only no longer on tour, but not even together anymore, I will scream. I was in denial about that for a couple years, and it's still painful.

Anyway... enjoy!! 

Day 9

Friday, June 20

Pittsburgh, PA to Indianapolis, IN

I was stuck in the middle of a wet dream.

This wasn't just an ordinary, moderately-hot-girl-sucking-my-dick-on-the-couch, garden variety wet dream. On a scale of 1 to 10, this wet dream was a 15.

There was pussy everywhere, of all shapes and sizes. There were skinny girls, bigger girls, tall girls, short girls. Girls with massive tits, girls with no tits, girls with fake tits. There were white girls, a black girl, a Hispanic girl and an Asian girl. There was even a professional cheerleader in the group. There were 10 of them in all, in various states of undress and sexual activity, spread across this room and the rooms on either side of it at the Cambria Suites in suburban Indianapolis. 

On the bed in front of me, there were two girls tangled up in a 69. Behind them was a dishwater blonde with multiple tattoos named Anna, bent over at the waist and licking the rainbow-haired girl's ass while the other girl licked her pussy.

And why was Anna bent over? Easy: I was plowing into her from behind, and had been for the past 10 minutes. 

I'd made it a point to get her name. With 10 women spread across the three hotel suites, I knew I'd never be able to keep all the names straight. I figured I could at least get the names of the girls I fucked, if for no other reason than to give them to Kelly later. Anna was the third one I'd fucked, and combined with the names I remembered from the concert earlier, I knew more than half of them now.

One of the girls in the 69 started cumming, and Anna followed her a few seconds later. I'd only cum once and wasn't quite ready to do it again, but Anna seemed more interested in the mass of girl flesh splayed out before her. So, I pulled out and headed for the next room, rubbing my jaw lightly. There was already a bruise there, and I had no idea how much worse it would get before morning. Despite all the scenery laying around to distract me, it still ached.

The next room featured another scene ripped straight from a porno. There were two girls on the floor in front of the bathroom, engaged in a scissor lock and rubbing their pussies together frantically. One of them was Vicki, a tall, stacked black girl I'd met in line at the concert. The other one was a Latina chick, pretty in the face but just a little too skinny for my tastes.

Over on the bed, Sam, one of the two guys I'd invited back to the hotel from the concert, was tangled up with two other girls. One was riding him reverse cowgirl style, and the other had her knees on either side of his face. That was Miranda, a short redhead I'd gotten off three times tonight. 

Sam saw me standing in his periphery and grinned at me before diving back into his punchbowl. I grinned back, but my heart wasn't really in it. I mean, with so many hot naked women around, I was hard and going to stay that way. Still, I wasn't enjoying myself as much as I should have been.

I was even more confused, though. Here I was, 22 years old, in the sexual prime of my life, and a citizen of what most men would call Fantasy Land. 

Yet I really wanted to be somewhere else.

***************

THAT MORNING....

"So, what was that all about?" 

That was the first thing I heard when I pried my thick eyelids. I don't know how long Maria had been awake, but she was up on one elbow, staring at me amusedly.

"Huh?" That was all I was worth at the moment.

"Last night," she said, licking her lips. The memories started to flood back in. "Why did that happen?"

I rolled away from her to look at the alarm clock. It was a little after 9 a.m., the first time I'd slept in this late since well before I'd left San Antonio. I briefly mentally panicked, since I hadn't called Kelly last night, before I remembered that that was our agreement. If I'd managed to stay up past 2 a.m., of course I could call, but if not, she wouldn't be able to answer before that.

I still missed her and wanted to talk to her more than anything.

"Gimme a second," I said to Maria. "Trying to wake the fuck up."

She giggled, but otherwise she ignored me. "Last night, Josh said something about the price of beer at Wrigley."

"Yeah, we made a bet," I started, trying to sit up in the bed. "He told me he could get me laid in Pittsburgh, and I told him he couldn't."

"Why?"

"I had seen how silky smooth he was with you, and I figured he had a better chance of getting us into the vaults at Fort Knox than he did of convincing any woman to do anything. At least, any woman I'd be willing to sleep with."

She laughed harder at that. "No, dumb shit. I mean, why did he want to get you laid?"

"He told me it didn't matter what I had done before, I was basically still a virgin if I'd never had sex in Pittsburgh," I explained. "I told him that he was full of shit."

"And now?" she asked. I don't know how serious a question it was, but I figured I could get myself in some trouble if I didn't answer carefully.

"Pittsburgh represented itself very well," I smiled. "Certainly the best legs in the country."

She smiled back at me and shook her head. "I just don't understand him."

"I think I get it," I reasoned. "You know how competitive he is. He doesn't want to lose. He knew he shouldn't have made that bet with me, given that I wasn't even going to be here another 24 hours. He did the only thing he could, I guess."

"Fuck that," she said. "Would you let your girlfriend fuck a guy you barely knew to win a bet? Especially when all that's on the line is beer?"

I took her hand and squeezed it. "I didn't say he wasn't a fucking idiot, Maria. I just said that I think I know why he did it. If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn't let you fuck anybody else with a gun to my head. There wouldn't be a bet in the world that would be worth that."

She smiled again, and this time it enveloped her whole face. Sure, I had a somewhat liberal view of the word "relationship," and I'd been in the room when previous girlfriends were fucking other guys. But it was what Maria needed to hear.

"I guess Josh doesn't feel that way, though," I said. She flinched a little. "And ya know? That turned out pretty well for me."

She chuckled. "What do you think I should do?"

"You guys are serious, right?" I asked, and got a nod. "Totally exclusive?"

"I think so," she said. "At least I did. I really don't know, now."

I wasn't thinking about the future last night. Things could get awfully awkward with Josh and I next week in Chicago.

"Sounds like you guys need to have a chat," I said, and then punctuated it with a strong sniff of the air. "And it smells like I need a shower."

"Can I join you?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Actually, I'm kind of running late," I said. That was part of the reason, but not the biggest part. "As much as I would love a repeat performance, I'll have to take a rain check."

"You do that, then," she said, rolling over me and grabbing my phone. She started typing in her number as I went into the bathroom. 

************

"Aww," Kelly moaned into the phone an hour or so later, right after I'd crossed from West Virginia into Ohio. "No morning happy times, then?"

"Giving you every sordid detail of evening happy times wasn't enough?" I shot back.

"Let's see," she said. "I only came... hmm... four times, right?" she asked. "So, no. Not enough."

"I only heard three," I answered.

"Yeah, but the first one was so fucking awesome that it counts twice."

I liked her logic.

"Would you ever make a bet like that with me, Brad?" she asked, her voice turning serious for a minute.

"Hell fucking no," I said authoritatively. "We've already talked about sharing, babe, and I'm not going back on that. We can have threesomes, foursomes, whatever-somes. But if we were to get serious, anything you do, I'm gonna be there, too, and preferably involved in it. I would never just offer you to a friend and then walk away."

"You like me that much, huh?" she teased.

"I like everything I know so far," I answered. "No reason to think I won't like everything else I find."

"Aww, you're so sweet," she said.

Bingo! "There we go," I replied.

"Umm, what?" she asked.

"Sweets," I said. "I was at a complete loss for what I was going to tell you today. Truth be told, there isn't much about me that's all that interesting."

"You have an uncanny ability to make girls you've never met do whatever you want," she chuckled. "I'd say that's plenty interesting." The "plenty" took about 10 seconds to leave her lips.

"Maybe, but that's sexual. Our little personal tidbits are supposed to be G-rated. Or at least, not X-rated."

"True," she said. "So what about sweets?"

"I like making them," I answered. "My mom has a gift, and while I'm not as good as she is, I inherited her love of baking."

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "Your mom makes the best cookies! She brings them to our monthly meetings all the time."

"Yep," I said. "I can make a pretty damn good oatmeal chocolate chip. But my specialty is cakes."

"Ok," she said. "I'll confess. Just hearing you say that is getting me wetter."

"I'll confess," I answered. "I'm pretty thrilled about that. But yeah, there's a peanut butter German chocolate cake recipe I created... even my mom flips out about how good it is."

There was a brief pause. "Yes," she said.

I was confused. "Yes? To what question?" I asked.

"Whatever question you want to ask. Make me that cake, and the answer is yes."

I couldn't help but laugh heartily now.

"What about you?" I asked. "Do you cook?"

"Well, I make about 900,000 tacos every day," she quipped.

"And I'm sure they are the best damned tacos on planet Earth," I shot back. "But, what about when you're not on the clock?"

"Yes," she said. "Actually..."

"Actually, what?" I asked when she didn't continue.

"I want to save that for another day," she explained. "It's pretty substantial. And it's a key ingredient to my future. So, I hope you'll be interested."

More than I was willing to say.

"I'll remind you tomorrow, then," I said.

"Good," she answered. "Brad?"

I knew that tone of voice. "Yeah, baby?"

"Can you give me one more?"

So I went into detail about the dream I'd been having before Maria climbed into bed with me.

*********************

Indianapolis was in the central time zone, so I gained an hour back on my trip. I also made pretty excellent time on I-70, but due to my late start, I got to the hotel maybe 30 minutes before the gates opened for Brooks & Dunn. I brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face, but had time for little else before walking the two blocks to the ampitheater for the concert. I actually arrived a few minutes early and had to wait for the gates to open. In front of me in line was a group of girls, all chatting away excitedly.

It was quite the eclectic mix. The first to attract my attention was an unbelievably well-built girl who could have stepped off the pages of a men's magazine. That was part of what made me look; the other part was that her hair looked like it came from a box of Lucky Charms. It was a like a high school experiment gone wrong, as if a couple of stoners tried to tie-dye a shirt but accidentally spilled the mixture into her hair. Blue, green, orange, purple, yellow -- if you could find the color in a box of Crayolas, it was in her hair.

There were two blondes in the group. One was short and stocky but had perhaps the biggest tits I'd seen on the trip trapped behind a gray halter top, and the other was a dishwater blonde with numerous tattoos. 

The other three girls were a tall black girl, an overly skinny Latina girl, and a voluptuous girl with vague Asian features. Of the six, she was probably my favorite. It was hot out, with temperatures only beginning to back down from the high 90s as the sun started setting. None of them were wearing a whole lot.

"See anything you like?" the black girl asked me. Apparently I'd been too obvious with my once-overs.

"Six things, actually," I said. "Didn't mean to offend anyone, but you girls obviously went to a lot of trouble to look hot tonight. What kind of guy would I be if I didn't show my appreciation?"

A few of them snickered. "Nah, we're not offended," the black girl said. "If you were some nasty-looking dude, we might be. But you're pretty hot yourself. Right, girls?"

Everyone murmured their agreement, which was nice. I noticed a couple of them looking pointedly at the short blonde girl with the gargantuan boobs. She instantly blushed and stared at the pavement, and the other girls laughed.

"Even if you're not exactly our type," the girl finished. That drew gasps from most of the others.

"Vicki!" the Hispanic girl exclaimed.

"What?" she asked, grinning at me. "It's not nice to lead a guy on." She walked up close to me now, seemingly inspecting me. "Besides, we might not be totally leading him on, anyway."

The rest of the group chattered excitedly, but I was busy sizing up the girl standing right in front of me. She was a little older than the others, but was still around my age, I guessed. I wasn't into most black women, but every now and again I found one I was attracted to.

"Where are you sitting?" Rainbow asked me. I pulled out my ticket and told her.

"Going to a concert like this all by yourself?" The girl with the tattoos had joined the other two right in front of me.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm actually on a long road trip across the country. I don't know anyone in the area, so I decided to just check this out by myself."

"Well, we're up in the grass in the back," Vicki said, re-taking the lead, "but we might have to hook up with you later."

She licked her lips, and I pulled out my phone. "Sure," I said. "I know they're having an after-party out in the parking lot with some local bands. We can meet up there."

As I gave her my phone number, I noticed the short girl holding hands with Rainbow. I thought I might know what Vicki had meant by 'not exactly our type.'

"I'm Brad by the way," I said, sticking my hand out. She chuckled before shaking it and introducing everyone else in the group. The names didn't stick for long, but I figured a couple of them might come back before the night was out.

They opened the gates after that, and we all shuffled into the outdoor arena and went our separate ways. I was one of the first in line at the beer table, and was standing there when I heard a loud yell from nearby. I turned to look, and I saw a guy and a girl standing next to one of those large prize wheels. Apparently, they'd won something pretty awesome. The girl was excited, but not nearly as much as the guy was. He'd been the one shouting.

I got my beer and headed off to my seat, six rows from the stage and just a little right of center. As I filed in, I saw the couple from the prize wheel sitting one row behind me and four or five seats to my left. The girl was absolutely dazzling, and her smile made her even more so.

"Congratulations," I said. "What did you guys win?"

The girl's mouth was open as if she was going to answer, but the guy cut her off.

"These seats!" he exclaimed. The girl shot a sideways glare at him for a minute, before tossing an apologetic glance at me. She even punctuated it with a mouthed 'I'm sorry.' I wasn't sure what she was sorry about, but I quickly understood. Once the guy began talking, he wouldn't shut up. 

"Yeah, we just walked by the prize wheel, and I figured, hey, maybe we'll get a free beer or burger or something," he said without me asking. "So the Jenster here spins the wheel and... free upgrade to the front!"

The Jenster? Fucking really?

"Where were your seats?" I managed to spit out while he was breathing, hoping the girl might answer. No such luck.

"Back in GA," he said. "Ya know, sitting in the grass wasn't a big deal, and you couldn't beat the price, because a buddy at work gave 'em to me. But the view up here is so much better."

He kept yammering, and I stopped paying attention. He had spiky blond hair and a pierced nose, and he wore a long-sleeved black shirt to go with dark blue jeans. Hardly first-choice attire for an outdoor concert in the middle of June. He looked about 18, if even that.

The woman, though, looked to be about my age or even a touch older. She was dressed casually, her knee-length green flower-print sundress leaving enough room to breathe but covering up more than the bikini top and daisy dukes most of the girls out here were wearing. Not that I was complaining about the general state of undress in the arena, but this girl was actually wearing clothes and could attract just as much attention.

The guy was still talking, blissfully unaware of the fact that no one was listening. Before too long, the first of the five main acts came out on the stage, and the music shut him up. The set was only 25 minutes long though, and none of the seats between mine and theirs had filled in yet. Just as I was bracing myself for another verbal onslaught, he stood up.

"JenJen," he said, making me want to vomit and punch him all at the same time. "I'm going to the restroom. You want to come with?"

"Um, no," she answered, perhaps the easiest decision in recorded history. "I'll be fine here."

He lingered a few seconds, hoping she'd change her mind. For that, I couldn't blame him. If I'd managed to blackmail someone like her into coming with me to a place like this, I'd want to flaunt it, too. Finally, he gave up and walked up the aisle toward the concession areas. I didn't waste any time.

"Did he talk that much when they were sticking that fishing lure in his nose?"

She immediately busted up with laughter.

"Jesus H, I thought the rest of us might die of oxygen deprivation."

She nodded her head, but otherwise, she was laughing too hard to answer. I got up and moved a few seats to my left, sitting right in front of her.

"I'm Brad," I said, and when she stopped doubling over, she stopped to shake my hand. "No, no," I said when she started to talk. "Let me guess. Jenster, right? Or is it JenJen?"

She started laughing again, but this time she could speak.

"Jenny," she said. "Or Jen. Jennifer is fine, too. Anything except what he was calling me."

"Nice to meet you, Jenny," I said. "So, shoplifting?"

Her face contorted into a question.

"Worse than that, huh? Grand theft auto?"

She had deep blue eyes, and very, very curly blonde hair. She wore big hoop earrings and was wearing a little too much makeup for my tastes, but she at least wore it well. In a word, she was gorgeous. She was also still very confused.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 10



"Hell, girl," I said. "I don't care if you murdered somebody. Let him tell everyone. Couldn't be worse than having to go out with him."

She finally got the joke, and started convulsing with laughter again. "No," she tried, but couldn't hold it before breaking down again.

"I'll stop, I'll stop," I said, sipping my beer as she settled down.

"He had tickets," she replied. "I'm a big Brad Paisley fan and an even bigger Brooks & Dunn fan. I wanted to go to the concert so badly, but... I didn't know it would be this bad."

"How did somebody like him meet someone like you?"

"Because somebody like me has a nerdy little brother who plays fantasy card games," she explained. "He's 15, and he spends all his time at the comic book store. He told me one of his friends had tickets, and he'd told him that I love B&D and would probably go."

She waited a moment, then:

"I might be an only child when I get home tomorrow, though. "

Now I was the one laughing. I chatted her up for a little bit, and found out she was a fourth-year pre-law student at the University of Indiana, an hour or so away, and was back home in Indianapolis interning for the summer. The job was great for her transcripts and resume, but the pay sucked, which is why she didn't have the money to buy her own tickets to the concert.

"So, does he think he's getting a piece at the end of the night?"

It was a blunt question, but life's short. Jenny was hot, and there was going to be an after-party. Might as well see what could be done about getting her to it. Luckily, she wasn't offended by my boldness.

"I don't know what he thinks," Jenny said, "but I'm not even touching the annoying little fuck." My hand had been dangling over the back of the seat for a while, and she moved her knee under it until we touched. When I met her eyes, she continued. "Hell, I won't even leave here with him if I get a better offer."

And sometimes, it's just that easy. 

I gave her my number and she promised to text me before the end of the concert. I had no doubt that she would. I moved back to my seat, and when I glanced behind me 10 minutes later, the guy was sitting there by himself with Jenny nowhere in sight.

Things really began to get interesting when Rascal Flatts took the stage. The stadium was mostly full now, and there were two married couples on my left, and a teenaged couple on the other side.

The best part was the pair of girls who took the seats right in front of me. I didn't flirt or even say anything to them during Rascal Flatts' set, instead just choosing to admire their asses and listen as they went ga-ga over Joe Don Rooney, the band's bass player. 

One was a short redhead, with hair flowing nearly to her ass, and the other was a taller brunette with a body that would make most supermodels jealous. They danced in place during the faster songs and sang along with the slow ones. Sometime during the set, I developed a plan.

Just as the lights came up and the roadies started tearing down the stage and setting up for Brad Paisley, I called Kelly. I knew she had to work, so I wasn't sure if she'd answer me, but I had a plan either way. I got lucky, though, because she was on a break.

"I'm sure the concert is excellent, but it'd be even better if I was standing in front of you, grinding my ass into your cock during every slow song," Kelly said when she answered.

"Jesus, Kelly," I replied. "You trying to give a 22-year-old man a heart attack?"

"What?" she asked. "I only have a few more minutes left on break. Didn't want to waste any time."

"Hmm," I pondered. "In that case, carry on."

"No, no," she said. "I wouldn't want to be giving any pansy men a stroke." She laughed, and my grin widened. "You having fun, baby?"

We'd been using a lot of pet names for each other the last few days. At first I was a little leery of it, until I realized that they actually didn't bother me. I guess I thought I was supposed to be annoyed with them, and if anyone else called me anything like that, I probably would be. But coming from Kelly's lips, they seemed natural.

"I am," I said. "Rascal Flatts just finished up, and Brad Paisley's up next. I've met a few people today I think you would like, too."

"Oooh," she said, temporarily slipping back into sexpot mode. "Tell me more."

"Well, I met a big group of girls in line earlier, and then I met another one a little bit ago. Gonna have to get her away from her annoying date a little later. And right now, I'm standing behind two pretty damn hot girls."

I made sure my voice was loud enough that they could hear me, and I was watching their reactions. The brunette's back stiffened some, but neither of them turned to look at me.

"Descriptions, please."

"One is a redhead, and if I'm not careful I might accidentally step on her hair. It's that long," I continued. "The other must own a gym, I think, because even from behind I can tell she has one of the tightest bodies I've ever seen."

"Have you seen it yet?"

"No," I agreed. "But I'm hoping this conversation will help me with that."

"Ah, using me, huh?"

"Yes," I admitted, lowering my voice to normal tones now. They could still hear me, but only if they were really, really trying. "But only because I can't use you for what I really want."

"Oooh," she said again. "God, you know just how to push my buttons. I'm in my Taco Bell uniform sitting in my car on a break, and I'll be gushing when I go back in."

"That's not my problem," I teased. "But, holy hell, do I wish it was."

"Me too," she said. I noticed the girls in front of me whispering back and forth now. The redhead started to look over her shoulder at me, but the brunette elbowed her forward. "The things I would let you do to..."

Kelly trailed off, and I thought it was just because she was letting her mind wander down that particular road. A few seconds later, I learned otherwise.

"What?" she spat. There was no way that tone of voice was meant for me. I heard another male voice, saying something about a machine. "Fuck," she muttered. "Okay, I'll be right in."

"Problems?" I asked.

"Our damn smoothie machine is broken again," she grumbled. "Gonna have to cut this short."

"That's okay," I said.

"Gives you more time to work on the girls in front of you, right?"

Damn, this woman understood me.

"Have fun. Hell, throw an orgy." The thought had crossed my mind. "But you better call me tonight. You have no lame excuses like sleep this time."

"I promise, Kelly."

I hung up the phone, and feigned checking text messages for a minute. I did have one from Jenny and one from Vicki, but I could check them later. I was just making sure the girls knew I was off the phone. When I finally looked up, they were both looking at me.

"Hi," I said. "Looking for something?"

"Um, no," the brunette said. Her face wasn't quite as attractive as the rest of her body, but she was still pretty.

"You were a little loud there," her friend said. She was just about the opposite. She didn't have the tightest body in the world, but her face was incredible. Becky was still the hottest redhead I'd ever seen, but this girl was a close, close second.

"Ah, you guys heard that, huh?" I said, feigning embarrassment. 

"Yes, yes we did," the redhead said.

"So, you think we're hot, huh?" the darker-haired girl asked.

I nodded. "Me and every other guy in the place. I'd guess a few of the girls, too."

The redhead blushed, but her friend just laughed. I looked to my right, where the teenaged couple had been sitting before going to the restroom a few minutes prior.

"You know the guy sitting here with his girlfriend? He's been staring at your asses all night," I said.

"That kid?" the brunette asked, and I nodded again. "He's like 16!"

"Young people can still have excellent taste," I countered. The kid had actually been checking both of them out a fair amount -- I wasn't just making that up. I had no idea how his girlfriend didn't notice that. Of course, I had a girlfriend who actively encouraged it. Maybe he did too.

I introduced myself then, and so did they. Miranda was the redhead with the infinite hair and gorgeous face, and Desiree was the brunette with the insane body. Predictably, Desiree was a dancer for the Indiana Pacers, the local NBA team who'd just finished their season. 

We chatted right up until Brad Paisley got on stage, at which point, we all watched the concert. If anyone's ever seen the man live, they know he can put on a damn good show. Miranda and Desiree had swapped seats with the older couple to their right, so they could dance in the aisles. Miranda beckoned me over to them, so I slid past the teenagers and joined them in the aisle.

They both danced very close to me. Desiree had downed two beers in the intermission alone, and was now working on a third. With almost no body fat on her lithe frame, she was feeling the effects big time. We were far from the only people dancing -- it seemed like half the crowd was in the aisles, working their drunk bodies to whatever Brad Paisley wanted to play.

He slowed it down a few songs later, though, and I was momentarily unsure what to do. That is, until Miranda put her arms around my waist and pulled me close to her. Before long, I felt warm breath on my neck and a body pushed up against my back. I looked back just in time to see Desiree put her head on my shoulder. 

The set stayed slow for a little while, and all three of us were letting our hands wander. Miranda package checked me at least twice, and Desiree could have sculpted my ass from memory by the time we were finished. I couldn't really feel up Desiree, but I got several handfuls of Miranda's boobs.

When he'd finally finished up, I went to sit down, but found that the teenagers had slid in one spot so I could sit on the aisle.

"We figured y'all would be dancing even more during Brooks & Dunn," the kid explained. I said thank you and sat down in what had been his seat. He leaned over and whispered in my ear 'Lucky fucker.'

"I am at that," I muttered, low enough that his girlfriend wouldn't hear us. "I'm also out of beer," I added, piping up now. "You ladies want anything?"

"We'll come with you," Desiree slurred, and so we went, up the aisles and out into the concessions area. The sun was down, but it was still hot and muggy and altogether unpleasant. Apparently others were feeling it too, because we hadn't been in line for two minutes when we heard shouting and yelling coming from the left.

"You better watch your fucking mouth, boy!" The guy yelling was as big as Doug, one of the guys I'd watched the Pirates with yesterday. The guy he was yelling at was much smaller than me, but apparently not intimidated.

"Yeah, whatever, asshole," he shouted back. "Give me five minutes alone with Chrissy, and then we'll let her decide who's the boy."

Uh oh.

The big guy took a swing at the smaller guy, but he ducked out of the way and answered with a knee to the bigger man's ribs. I was hoping that would be it, but one of the big guy's friends blindsided the small one, sending him flying with a nice right cross to the jaw. He landed at my feet, and his left arm caught Miranda across the leg as it flailed.

"Ok, guys," I shouted, moving toward them despite the girls' objections. "Enough is enough." I wondered where the bouncers were -- I'd volunteered to work security at a few different events during my time in the Corps, and usually we'd be all over a situation like this by now.

"You one of his faggot friends?" another of the big guy's buddies asked. He started charging right at me, and I was seriously hoping this didn't get out of hand.

"I'm not anybody's friend," I said, stepping right up into his face and making him pull up short. "I just don't want you guys to get anyone else hurt while you're comparing dick sizes."

Probably not the smartest thing to say, and I'm sure the guy would have decked me, but a couple other guys in my line spoke up as they walked up beside me.

"Seriously guys," said one of them, a short, tightly-packed guy with tattoos crawling up both arms. "There's a whole parking lot out there if you have some issues you need to work out."

"I haven't been in a fight in a loooong time," the other one said, his words thick with a southern drawl. He wasn't quite as big as the guy who'd started the shouting, but he wasn't someone I'd want to piss off, either. "Don't wanna get in one now, either, but can't say I wouldn't enjoy it."

The little guy had since gotten up, and along with one of his buddies, they rushed past me and my two allies and launched themselves at the second guy, the one who'd knocked him silly. They all crumpled into a heap of fists and legs, rolling into a few other onlookers as they went. 

The guy with the accent went over to clean that up. His tattooed buddy stood toe-to-toe with the third guy, the one who'd charged at me.

I started to go help the first guy out, but I got cold-cocked from my left. I nearly fell over, but managed to recover my balance by taking just a few steps to my right. When I turned my head to look, I noticed the original big man grinning at me.

"Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong!" he shouted, then lunged at me. To hell with this, I thought. I saw some yellow-shirted security guys running at us in my peripheral vision, but my attacker was going to get to me before there were. So, I sidestepped him, and he ran right into a fist from the guy backing me up. When he spun around, I wrapped my right arm around the back of his head, and when he bent down to go with it, I promptly drove my right knee deep into his crotch.

"Jesus, man!" his friend shouted, as the first guy slid to the pavement like a sack of potatoes. His eyes were wide in shock. "That ain't even fuckin' fair!"

"Wasn't trying to be," I said, rubbing my jaw where he'd nailed me. "I think we won, though."

With that, the third guy backed down and went over to help his buddy. The other guy who'd helped me out walked back over to us, with the little guy tucked under one arm and the guy who'd punched him under the other arm. 

I could hear the girls running up to us from behind me, and they got there right about the same time security did.

They dragged us all to the security office up front to figure out what had happened -- me, the girls, my two allies, the four guys who'd started the fighting, the extra friend who'd done nothing but talk to me, and Chrissy, the girl they'd been fighting over. Apparently, she'd been standing there the whole time, just watching as the rumble unfolded. I didn't see what they were all competing over -- she wasn't hideous, but she wasn't worth assault charges.

While we waited, the two other guys and I chatted. Sam was the one with all the tattoos, and Houston was the large one with the southern accent. He lived in Indianapolis, but his nickname came from where he was born and raised. They didn't even know each other; they'd been trying to buy beer just like me, and had happened to step up to get my back at the same time.

"You looked like you could handle yourself," Sam said, "but I wanted to make sure."

"He had a couple other buddies too," Houston said. I hadn't even noticed them. "One on five would be a bitch for anybody."

It took a few minutes to sort everything out, and I was worried that Brooks & Dunn would start without us. They finally released everyone but the four guys who'd instigated everything. Sure, I'd been part of it and so had Sam and Houston, but security had enough witnesses to corroborate our stories that we'd just been trying to keep things from getting out of hand.

Miranda and Desiree each latched onto one of my arms as we walked out of the office, Houston and Sam trailing behind us.

"Damn, son," Houston said, apparently enjoying the view. 

"Make sure those girls take care of your jaw later," Sam added, and I got an idea. I'd already texted Vicki a couple of times, and her whole group was meeting up with me at the after-party concert. Jenny was down for whatever I wanted to do, and it didn't look like Miranda and Desiree were going to want to go straight home either. With just a little bit of work on my part, I could see things heading straight back to my hotel room, just a block or two away, after the party. 

Sure, I was a 22-year-old Marine, in the prime of my life with a booming sex drive. But 9-on-1? I wasn't sure even I could handle that by myself.

"I've got some other friends here, and we're all gonna meet up out here for the party once B&D are done," I said. "Why don't you guys join us?"

Desiree was pretty hammered by this point, and she just laid her head on my shoulder, but Miranda enthusiastically nodded. I exchanged cell numbers with both of them, and we made it back just in time for the show to start.

We danced along with everyone else for the first few songs, but I could tell Desiree was gonna need a break. Instead of letting her go back to her seat, I put her in mine. I had an idea of what might happen, and sure enough, when I looked back a few minutes later, her head was on the teenaged boy's shoulder. His girlfriend's head was on his other shoulder. I guess she didn't mind, after all.

Miranda didn't want to quit, though, and as the faster songs kept coming, we got further and further from our seats. They switched to a slow song, "Neon Moon," and we found ourselves dancing cheek-to-cheek in a sea of others doing the same exact thing. 

I'd been half-hard all night, but when Miranda pressed her body up against mine, I could feel the heat radiating from her pelvis. She never looked up at me, but she slowly adjusted her feet to where she could straddle my leg. I was wearing cargo shorts, so when she started rocking her hips against me, I felt more than just heat.

I felt wetness.

Grinning, I moved my hands down to her ass, and idly pulled her skirt up until it wasn't blocking her pussy anymore. When it was just her panties pressed against my lower thigh, it got even wetter. She gasped and finally looked up at me.

"Busted," I said in a sing-song voice, letting her know I wanted her to continue. She did, but when "You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone" started, I decided to try a more direct approach. I pulled her as close as possible and cupped her left breast with my right hand, causing her to groan.

"Shh," I whispered in her ear as the hand dipped lower. When I slipped it under the waistband of her skirt, she gasped and look at me. I just licked my lips and continued, pushing it beneath her thong. I could feel the furnace burning between her legs, and it wasn't long before I felt her juices, either.

"What are you--" she tried to ask, but I kissed her before she could finish it.

"Nothing, if you don't hush and enjoy it." I could tell she was a little nervous, but she tried to relax, leaning her head forward to my shoulder. As turned on as she was, I knew it wouldn't take much. I knew the song well, so I knew I had maybe two minutes till it was over. 

My fingers searched out her clit and found it almost immediately, causing her to bite down hard on my shoulder.

"There's no way that didn't draw blood," I whispered.

"Sorry," she pouted.

"No you're not," I answered. "Neither am I." I pushed my hand lower until I could jab a finger up into her tight depths. It was an awkward angle, but she moaned nonetheless. I only left the digit there for a moment before moving it back to her clit. 

"You have about a minute to cum for me," I whispered. "After that, they change songs, people stop dancing, and I stop what I'm doing."

She glared at me, but I just shrugged. I knew it would be no problem. I trapped her clit between two fingers, and just for effect, I leaned down and started sucking on her neck. Her fingers became claws, digging into my back as she spasmed and screamed with a closed mouth.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 10



"You're a bastard," she said, smiling.

"Oh, like you didn't enjoy that," I answered.

"I did," she said. "You're a bastard because I want more and you can't give it to me right now."

Right on time, Brooks & Dunn finished their song and rolled into Boot Scootin' Boogie, one of the biggest country line-dancing songs in history. There was no way we'd have been able to keep going. I sniffed the air, and it smelled just like my fingers did. Before anyone could notice it, I whisked Miranda back to our seats.

**********************

Jenny was the first to find me when I got out into the parking lot, my two lady friends in tow. She was a little cautious about them hanging on me, but she came over to me anyway.

"You chase him off?" I asked. Her response was to show me her phone, where she had about 13 missed calls. "Wow. A little obsessed, me thinks."

"Just a bit," she replied. "I just ditched him a few minutes after we talked. I went up in the grass and found some other people to hang out with the rest of the night."

"Poor guy," I said. I did actually feel a little bit bad for him. Not bad enough to do anything about it, but still. Slightly sympathetic.

"Looks like you had a pretty fantastic night," she said.

"He did!" Miranda exclaimed for me. Her face was still positively glowing, I guessed from a mixture of the alcohol and her earlier orgasm.

"What's that on your face?" Jenny asked, raising her hand to touch it. I let her, but it did still hurt.

"A love tap," I said, blowing it off. Miranda was unwilling to let it go at that, though, telling Jenny all the details about the mini-brawl I'd jumped into. Desiree remained quiet, clearly still affected by the alcohol.

"There he is!" I heard a shout, and looked behind and to the right to see the first group of six girls approaching. 

"Jesus, Brad," Jenny asked. "How many girls did you pick up today?"

"Pick up? Zero," I replied. "I was nice to..." I trailed off as I started to count. I gave up halfway through. "... a lot."

"I see," Jenny said. Vicki and the curvy Asian girl were the first to make it to me, and instead of a hug, I got simultaneous kisses on the lips from both. Even fairly drunk, I couldn't help but notice their tongues did a fair amount of touching, too. The stocky blonde with the massive boobs gave me a peck on the cheek, as did her rainbow-haired friend.

"Starting to be a little bit of a crowd here," Desiree said, slurring it badly but still speaking clearly enough that we got the gist. She wasn't wrong. I started wondering how I was going to pull this off, when my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Houston.

"Where you at?" he asked. I shot back a simple reply, telling him we were up near the stage. A local band was just about ready to start playing.

A few minutes later, I heard the bevy of women start to murmur and turned to see Sam and Houston working their way through the crowd to join us. When they saw who I was surrounded with, they both let out a little whistle.

"Holy fuck, man," Sam said, not mincing words.

"We figured you had some game with those two," Houston added, pointing at the two girls he'd already met, "but I think you found the 10 hottest girls in the place."

"Why do you think I wanted you guys to come out after?" I asked, bumping fists with both of them. "I needed a couple wingmen."

"Hell, already done that once tonight," Houston said. 

"I think this time might be more fun, though," Sam said.

Vicki and her crew instantly inquired about the bruise on my jaw, and I let Sam and Miranda fill them all in. With Miranda a few steps away, Jenny instantly took her place on my right arm, with Desiree still occupying the left.

The band was about average, but since all of us had had at least our share to drink, they were starting to sound about as good as Brooks & Dunn had. I managed to dance with almost every girl in the group at least once, but I mostly stuck with the three who'd been giving me the most attention. Miranda was splitting her time between me and Sam, but Jenny and Desiree really didn't go very far throughout the after party.

They both seemed pretty willing to get frisky right there in the parking lot, but there wasn't as much of a crowd here as there was during the real concert, and I knew there was no way we wouldn't get caught. So, I kept the physical contact R-rated as best I could.

The group of six girls, however, did not. Sure, they all danced with me a little bit, but when it was time to get frisky, almost all of them kept it inside the group. Vicki and Rainbow were the ringleaders, openly groping each other despite the stares of pretty much everyone all around us. As the nearby coolers continued to empty, the other four girls got into the act as well. Only the Asian girl ventured outside the group, letting her hands roam up and down Houston's chest during one song. 

The band announced it was their last song, and as the music started, Vicki danced her way over to me.

"What's the plan after this?" she asked.

"You guys look like you've got your own plans," I said, figuring the six of them would probably go back to one of their houses.

"We're that obvious, huh?" she asked.

"Well, you pretty much told me before the concert that I wasn't exactly your type," I grinned. "And the show you're putting on out here has driven that point home pretty fantastically."

"Yeah, things went a little overboard for a minute there," she sheepishly grinned.

"Hey," I said. "I have absolutely no problem with lesbians. I just wish, at least when they're as hot as you six, that you'd let us poor guys get involved every once in a while."

"Who says we don't?" Vicki asked, then stepped up close enough to whisper. "Hell, Brad. Who says we won't tonight?"

I quickly pointed at the green hotel sign, just barely visible a couple blocks away. "That's where I'm headed," I said.

"That's where we're headed too, then," she said, winking and sucking my left earlobe into her mouth for just a second before returning to her friends. 

When the song ended, I told everyone else. "My hotel is just a couple blocks away," I said. So as not to be so forward, I added, "I think there's a bar just off the lobby."

I don't think I was fooling anybody, as everybody started to murmur to themselves. Still, it was better than issuing an outright invitation to an orgy.

"Yeah, I don't think anyone here can drive," Sam said. "Might as well walk down 

there. Who all's in?"

I knew Vicki's group was going. Desiree was going to go wherever I helped her go, and Miranda seemed almost giddy at the thought of spending more time with both me and Sam. Houston's cocky grin told me all I needed to know about him. That just left Jenny.

"Everybody's going?" she asked me quietly.

"Everyone but you, so far," I answered. Houston, Sam and Miranda chatted with Vicki and her friends while Jenny and I talked. Desiree's head still rested on my shoulder. 

"I was more than willing to hang out with you tonight, Brad," Jenny said, the emphasis in her voice leaving little doubt as to what 'hang out' meant. "But I don't know about everyone else being there."

"I'm sure you'll have a good time, Jenny," I replied. "No one's going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. And I promise, I'll make time for just the two of us." I leaned in a little closer to her and whispered in her ear. "Trust me, out of all these girls, you're the one I want the most."

I meant it, too. The Asian girl was the curviest of the bunch, and Miranda's open personality and beautiful face were pretty appealing, too. And the drunk girl laying on my shoulder had one of the tightest bodies God ever created. But Jenny was curvy in all the right places, she was drop-dead gorgeous, she had an excellent body, and her personality was a mystery, which made it all the more alluring. She also possessed a classiness that set her just a little bit above everyone else.

Surprisingly, it was Desiree that sealed the deal.

"Come on," she said, looking directly into Jenny's eyes now. "I promise it'll be worth your while."

She slurred it to all hell, but I could tell Jenny got the meaning. "Let's go," she said.

It wasn't until we stumbled into the lobby at the hotel that common sense reminded me that we might have a problem on our hands.

"I should have thought of this before," I told Sam and Houston, "but I only have one room. It's a pretty big room, but there are 12 of us. With that concert, I doubt there's going to be anything else available."

We looked at the registration desk, where a tall girl with strawberry blonde hair quickly looked down and away from us. I guessed we'd attracted some attention.

"Let me see what I can do," Sam said. "What room are you in?" I told him, and he went up to the counter. 

While he was gone, I sat down on a couch with Jenny. We chatted idly for a couple minutes, but when Desiree wanted to sit down with us, Jenny moved up and sat on my lap.

It didn't take me long to get hard, and it didn't take her long to notice.

"Aww," she teased. "Being around all these hot women got you a little flustered?"

"Being with you has me flustered right this second," I said. She tilted her head back to kiss me, and I could taste the tequila on her tongue as it entered my mouth. There was a spark of electricity between us, and we were both gasping for air as we pulled apart. We were surprised to find we had an audience. Desiree was staring at us from the other side of the couch, and Sam was standing next to her grinning.

"You willing to move rooms?" Sam asked. "You guys looked like you were enjoying that, so I was willing to wait."

"And watch," Jenny added.

"And that," Sam said. "So?" he asked, turning his attention back to me.

"What'd she figure out?" 

"She got a couple of late cancellations, and she had to move someone who just barely checked in a few minutes ago to a different room. Your room, actually," he said. "So if you can move, we have three rooms with adjoining doors."

"Fuck yeah, I can move," I said. I stood up, pulling Jenny with me. "Three rooms, 12 people. Four per room. That should work."

"Thirteen, actually," he said, looking back at the girl at the desk. "She gets off in 10 minutes."

"Or shortly thereafter," I joked. I shook my head and took the key he held out to me. It had a room number on it. "We'll be right up."

"We?" Sam asked, and I took Jenny's hand.

"Yeah, we," I replied. He chuckled.

"Well, the other people are on their way down right now to get their new keys, then they'll be up to take over your room. I'll get my new friend over there to stall them a little."

"Much appreciated," I said. Jenny and I made out in the elevator, but once we got into the room, she asked the question.

"Why is he going to stall the people coming in here?" Jenny asked.

"So I can do this," I answered, gently lowering her to the floor by the door. I didn't want to ruffle up the bed for the next people. I pulled her green sundress up to find that she had on a matching thong. It was soaked.

"Brad, slow down just a little," she spluttered. "I don't -- oh fuck!"

I pulled her thong to one side and shoved my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could go, wiggling it around a few times before pulling my face back up.

"I'm sorry," I said. "You don't what?"

She answered by pushing my head back down, and I happily went to work, lapping up her juices with my tongue. I wanted to reach under the dress and play with her tits, too, but I figured there would be time for that later.

"Fuck, that feels awesome," she moaned. "Haven't had this done to me in two years."

"Jesus," I said. "Here too? Doesn't anyone in this country know how to please a woman?"

"They might," she said. "I don't let them. Anyway, people are coming. Hurry."

I liked this side of her. She'd decided to throw caution to the wind, I guess. I did as she asked, sucking her clit into my mouth as I pushed a finger into her sopping pussy. Her fingers tightened up on my shoulder, the one Miranda had bit into earlier. When I groaned at the pain, she groaned louder.

"Fuck, Brad," she shouted. "I think I might cum soon."

"Don't think," I stuttered, not pulling my mouth away. "Just do it."

A few seconds later, she was squirming on the floor, thrashing her head from side to side as my tongue pushed her over the edge. I heard voices outside, and quickly got to my feet, pulling a wobbly Jenny up with me.

"Thank you," she said.

"Pleasure was all mine," I replied. 

"I meant for the hand up, but yeah, thanks for that, too," she grinned.

I quickly collected my things from the bathroom and stuffed them into my suitcase. We opened the door just as the new guests were about to open it with their key.

"Hey, thanks for switching with us, guys," I said. It was a middle-aged couple, maybe late 40s or early 50s. I wasn't sure what story the clerk had given them, but I laid mine on thick. "We have friends staying here, and they're right next to the room you were in. I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

They smiled and said they were happy to help, and Jenny and I hurried down the hall before they could detect the sex aroma we'd left right at the door.

The clerk had hooked us up with three rooms in a row, at the far end of the top floor of the hotel room. I had the key for the one on the end, and as I opened it, I was instantly glad I'd had the foresight to buy another box of condoms before leaving Pittsburgh.

"Holy fucking shit!" Jenny exclaimed. I couldn't have agreed more. I vaguely remembered walking into the mini-orgy that had been going on in my living room the night before I'd left San Antonio, and the girl who'd walked in with me being similarly shocked. I had some experience with small groups like that, but this would be a first for even me.

"I hope you weren't expecting us to wait for ya," Sam said. He was already down to just his shirt, with Miranda on her knees in front of him swallowing his cock. "Holly gave me keys for all three rooms. Figured you wouldn't mind."

"Nah, man," I said. "How the fuck could I mind?"

Desiree was sitting by herself on the couch, and the Asian girl was licking the skinny Latina girl's boobs as they both sat on the edge of the bed, just a few feet from where Sam was getting one of the loudest blowjobs on record. Everyone else must have been in the other two rooms.

Desiree waved for us to come join her, and while Jenny walked over to her, I stowed my suitcase in the closet and rummaged through it until I found the condoms. When I stood up, the curvaceous Asian girl was standing right in front of me.

"Looking for someone to use those with?" she joked.

"I don't think I'd have to look far," I replied. She was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny red shorts, and her boobs were bigger than average, especially for an Asian woman. She caught me staring, and lifted my chin with her finger.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Jessica."

"Hi, Jessica," I said, and immediately bent down to take one of her nipples in my mouth. Her hand snaked around the back of my neck as I bathed her tits, starting with one and moving to the other, going back and forth until I'd covered every inch.

She pushed me backward into the bathroom and made short work of my cargo shorts. I put one leg up on the edge of the bathtub and held onto the shower rod as she dropped to her knees and fished my cock out.

"Fuck," she moaned, running her hand up and down the whole eight inches. "This is going to feel great."

"You've been with guys before?" I asked.

"Uh, of course," she replied, before a light bulb clicked on. "Oh, our little group? Yeah, we all like women. There's almost no drama, and we never have to worry about getting ourselves off. Most of us like men, too, though. Me probably more than any of the others."

"A hot, open-minded bisexual woman," I sighed. "Fuck the seven wonders of the world. That might be God's most perfect creation."

She giggled. "I haven't been with that many guys, though, and none with this much to offer." With that, she wrapped the head of my cock in her mouth, and the feeling of warm wetness engulfing me made me sigh again. She had long, dark hair, and I wrapped my fingers in it as she started going to town on me.

After a few minutes, I sat down on the closed toilet seat as she continued working on my dick. I was insanely aroused, what with fingering Miranda at the concert, the constant close dancing with Jenny and Desiree at the after party, and then eating Jenny out on the floor a few minutes ago. Still, I was determined to hold out.

"I'm sorry," Jessica said, pulling up off my dick and standing up. "I have to have this thing in me."

"What's to apologize for?" I grinned. "Let me," I said, tugging her forward by the waistband of her shorts. She gasped when I abruptly spun her around and yanked the shorts down, along with her white thong. 

"You like?" she asked, wiggling her ass just inches from my face. 

"Grab your ankles, and let me show you how much." I swatted her right cheek lightly, enough to get a little yelp out of her, before she bent over. She spread her legs a little bit as she went, and when her ass cheeks parted, I couldn't help but dive right in.

"Ooh!" she squealed as my tongue found her puckered asshole immediately. That hadn't been my target, but I didn't avoid it, either. I licked her from top to bottom again and again, starting at her ass and dragging my tongue slowly down between her labia and spending a few seconds on her clit before making the return trip. When I'd had my fill of that, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and used them as leverage as I buried my face in her pussy. I thrust my tongue in as far as it would go, making sure my closely cropped beard rubbed her clit. 

I had every intention of making her cum just with my tongue, but she still wanted something else.

"You do that as well as some women," she gasped as she stood up.

"Really, now?" I grinned.

"I said some," Jessica said, straddling my hips as I grabbed a condom off the sink, where I'd thrown the box. "Not all. But this... I'm guessing you do this better than any woman ever could."

She put her hands on my shoulder and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. As I expected, her pussy was relatively tight, and she was taking her time savoring every inch as it slipped inside her.

"Fuck," she said, inhaling sharply when she finally worked all eight inches inside. "So... fucking... full." Each pause was accompanied by a slight rise and fall of her hips. "So much better than a strap-on."

I was intrigued at that thought. I'd seen two girls use one once before, but hadn't gotten up close and personal with them. I seriously doubted anyone had brought one with them to the concert, though, and I chuckled at the thought.

"What? It is," she reiterated.

"I don't doubt it, Jess," I said, hoping she didn't care that I chopped her name down to one syllable. From the look of bliss on her face as she slowly bounced up and down on my cock, she didn't. "There are some things you just need a man for."

I noticed movement in the doorway, and saw Desiree and Jenny standing there. Jenny's eyes were glued to the junction between Jessica's pussy and my cock, and she was subconsciously licking her lips. Desiree wasn't even that shy, rubbing her own breasts through her shirt.

"We got tired of waiting," Desiree slurred when she saw me looking at them.

"Hell, if they're gonna watch, let's give 'em a show," Jessica said. I knew what she had in mind, so I gripped her right hip with one hand and squeezed her left tit with the other. The next time she leisurely slid up my cock, I forced her down hard. All the breath left her lungs, and one of the two women in the doorway gasped.

"I think you're used to it now, don't you?" I asked Jessica. "So start fucking yourself with my cock."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 10



She sped up her pace a little bit, bouncing down harder on my cock with each stroke. I moved both hands to her hips and started forcing her down on my lap.

"He's really big," Jenny said, presumably talking to Desiree. I couldn't help it; a self-satisfied grin spread across my face.

"Fuck yes, he is," Jessica hissed. Her head fell forward, shrouding both our faces in her hair. I could tell she was getting closer when she started gyrating her hips in a circular motion in addition to rapidly riding my cock. I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and bit down roughly.

"Aggghhhh!" she shouted, her orgasm washing over her more quickly than even I'd expected. What followed was more incoherent babbling as I switched to the other nipple, making sure it didn't feel left out. 

When she'd finished bucking up and down on my lap, I helped her off. She couldn't even stand up, collapsing half on me and half on the wall next to us. I looked at the doorway, but the girls were gone.

"Jessica, where you at?" That was a man's voice, and it had a southern tinge to it. A few seconds later, Houston rounded the corner and stopped short when he saw us in the bathroom. Jessica smiled when she saw him. He was naked, and a certain part of him was pointing right at Jessica.

"Having fun?" I asked him.

"Fuck yes," he said. "Brad, that group might tell you they're lesbians, but it ain't the truth."

"Just learned that myself," I said.

"They were fun, but I really wanted to get a little bit of this one," he said, pointing at Jessica. She'd struggled to a sort-of standing position, but still leaned against the wall. 

"Just a little?" she asked.

"As much as you'll give me," he grinned. "I don't want to be interruptin' nothin' though."

"Nah, man," I replied, standing up. "I got her started for ya, though."

"Much appreciated," he said, sliding past me to get to her. She mouthed a "Thank you" to me as Houston picked her up and left the bathroom. I looked at my shorts laying under the sink. Part of me wanted to lock the door, grab my phone and talk to Kelly for the rest of the night. The other brain won out in the end, aided greatly by the fact that if I had called Kelly, she'd have told me to go join the party.

I wandered out into the main room. Houston and Jessica were locked in a 69 on one side of the bed, and Miranda lay in between Sam's legs on the other, frantically bobbing up and down on his dick trying to make him cum in her mouth.

The most interesting development to me, though, was on the couch. Jenny and Desiree had apparently gone back to it once Houston had come into the room. Both girls were still clothed, but Desiree was gently nibbling and sucking on Jenny's neck, drawing a vide variety of moans and giggles from the cute blonde. 

"Get over here and pick up where you left off during the concert." I looked to see Miranda grinning at me as she stuffed Sam's cock back in her mouth. She wiggled her ass enticingly. I took one last glance at the girls on the couch, and neither of them even noticed me watching. So, I knelt on the bed behind Miranda, positioned my throbbing cock at the inviting entrance to her slick tunnel, and waited.

She looked back at me over her shoulder.

"What are you waiting for?"

"You to show me you want this," I said, pointing at my cock.

"Well," she said, motioning to the dick in her mouth, "I would, but I'm kinda busy."

"Not busy enough," I said, lightly swatting her ass. "You been working on this man for like 30 minutes now, and still haven't made him cum. I'm sure he's got great stamina and all that, but seriously. You can't leave the man hanging."

Sam grinned up at me. I honestly had no idea what they'd been doing while I was in the bathroom, but I figured, she was sucking his dick when I went in, and she was sucking it when I came out. Either she was addicted to blow jobs, or he hadn't cum yet.

She started whining, and I'm sure the vibrations were helping Sam.

"Very simple, Miranda," I said. "He cums, then you get fucked. Until then, you get teased."

To show her what I meant, I placed my cock just inside her opening, moving it gently up and down the length of her slit. I got a double handful of her ass cheeks and dug my fingers in for good measure. I could hear her moan even with her mouth full.

Off to my right I heard Jessica cumming again. I smiled when I thought about how she'd been spoiled tonight.

"Come on, woman," I shouted, slapping Miranda's ass harder than I probably should have. She'd have woken up the whole floor if the scream could have escaped her throat. "You and your sexy-ass friend over there were teasing me all night. Then you let me get you off during the concert, but did nothing for me. Now I'm sitting here with a raging hard-on, but because you won't do a favor for my friend here, I can't plow it into you."

"Doesn't seem fair, Miranda," Sam chimed in.

"It's not fair," I answered. "I just think she really doesn't want this dick. That must be it."

"Must be," Sam stammered. One look at his face, and I could tell he was on the edge. He grabbed onto her head, and I slid another half-inch or so into her tight tunnel. I rubbed my index finger all around her asshole, too, and she groaned. That did it for Sam, who motioned to me that he was about to cum. Right before he got there, I slammed my cock all the way into Miranda with one stroke.

"Gggnnnnnfffff!" Miranda let loose with another of those muffled screams as Sam unloaded in her mouth, and I didn't let up at all from there. I started hammering her as hard as I could, figuring she was fairly close to an orgasm of her own. 

"Fuck me!" she shouted once Sam's cock popped free of her lips. I grabbed her hips and did just that, relishing in the slap-slap-slap noises my hips made as they collided with her ass. Sam reached underneath her and started toying with her nipples, and it wasn't too long before we gave her another orgasm. With nothing in her mouth this time, I'm pretty sure everyone on this side of the hotel heard her.

I heard a knock at the door, and started to worry if maybe the hotel staff had come up here to see what was going on. When I saw Sam slide out from under Miranda, I realized that was exactly what happened -- but not for any bad reason.

I wasn't that concerned about that, though. I was more interested in my first orgasm of the night, and I was going to have it deep inside Miranda's pussy. I started plowing her even harder, slamming her face and upper body into the mattress with a ferocity that was even making Houston and Jessica bounce up and down on their side of the bed. Miranda's voice was one constant moan now, hitting a new crescendo each time I bottomed out.

"You gonna cum in my pussy?" she asked me, turning her head to the side to get air. I just grunted in response. "If you can go just another minute, I'll be able to join you," she said. I felt fingers around my cock, and realized she was toying with her clit. 

That became my goal, holding out just one more minute before I unloaded inside of this smoking hot redhead. Sure, I had a condom on, but I couldn't even feel it. I was too turned on, too aroused by this whole entire day to even care.

"Jesus, Brad, you're getting in there deep," she grunted. "Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

She probably said it about 20 more times, too. Before long, though, I knew there was no one way I could hold out any longer. She seemed to sense that, because she ramped up the action on her clit.

A few seconds later, she was crying out into the nearest pillow with her second orgasm in the past five minutes. Right after that, I started filling the condom with shot after shot of boiling hot cum. 

"Fuck, I can feel your cock jerking inside me," Miranda gasped. It was nice to know she could feel something, even though she couldn't feel my cum launching into her body. As soon as the last blast rang out, I collapsed onto her.

"I don't think I've ever been fucked quite like that," she said. 

"Still have the rest of the night to try and top it," I replied. We took a few moments to collect ourselves. Once my orgasm was finished, I started to get a little bit down -- just like last night, I realized. I wasn't depressed or anything. It was just... sex is over, time to get back to life now. And life meant the woman trapped in my cell phone for another week and a half.

Except... the sex wasn't over yet. 

"Shall we see what's going on in the other rooms?" she asked. I nodded, and we made our way to the next room. There were three girls on this bed, all from the first group of six I met at the concert. They were tangled up in the best kind of daisy chain. The tattooed girl's ass was in the air, and her face was buried in Rainbow's pussy. Rainbow was sprawled out on her side, munching on the big-breasted blonde's box, and the blonde had her head under the tattooed girl's crotch.

I was mesmerized. Miranda, not so much.

"I can tell you're into this, but girls aren't really my thing," she said. "I'm going to see what's happening over there."

I nodded, and continued to stand and watch for a minute, until the girl with the tattoos saw me.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Not sure like is a strong enough word," I said. 

"Come do something about it then," she said, and for the second time in 10 minutes, I had a girl wiggling her ass at me as an invitation. 

"Fuck, Anna!" Rainbow shouted, telling me the girl I was about to enter's name. "You're gonna make me cum!"

I didn't wait for the girl to finish her orgasm. I grabbed a new condom, and no sooner had I slipped it on than I was three or four inches deep in Anna's pussy. She drew a sharp breath.

"Slow, please," she moaned. "Been a long time."

I should have realized that. I backed my pace way down, just lazily fucking her while her friends rearranged themselves into a 69, with Rainbow on top. Ten minutes later, Anna came on my cock, and the big-breasted blonde came, too. A few minutes after that, I was watching Sam eat Miranda out while Holly, the pretty hotel clerk, slammed up and down on his cock. She saw me watching and beckoned me over with a finger. I dutifully stepped up and gave her something to do with her mouth.

All the while, I was wishing I was somewhere else.

*****************************

Sam gripped Holly's hips and really started pounding her, and the young hotel clerk started cumming instantly. Thankfully, she didn't bite down on my cock when she did, but she didn't start sucking it again when she was finished, either. I think she actually passed out for a minute. Sam had rolled onto his back and pulled Miranda down on top of his cock when Vicki approached me.

"Come here," she said. I was surprised, because the vibe I'd gotten from her earlier said that while I might score with some of her friends, she and I were just going to be flirting.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"In here," she said, leading back into the middle room. The Latina girl had joined the other three on the bed. 

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Ever taken a girl's virginity, Brad?" Vicki asked. My mouth fell open, but not for too long.

"Uh, once or twice, yeah," I replied. "Why?"

"Kristen here has never been with a guy," she said, motioning to the girl with the huge chest and beet red face. "We decided when we went out tonight that we were going to find someone to take care of that for her. You're the lucky guy."

I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach, actually. One on hand, the girl was incredibly sexy, and I didn't want to pass on a chance to play with those humungous tits. But something about the whole thing felt wrong. Incredibly, incredibly wrong.

I pulled Vicki into a corner where no one else could hear us.

"How is her virginity yours to offer?" I asked.

"She's part of the group, and it's my group," Vicki said. I blinked at her. "Oh, it's not like that. We all decide what we do and who we do it with. She's been talking about losing it for a long time; at least a year. She doesn't have any male friends she wants to do it with. Her only requirement is that it happens while the whole group is here."

She motioned back at the group, huddled around Kristen and waiting for Vicki and I to say or do something.

"We're all here, we all had a great day and we've all had enough to drink to make it work. Why not tonight?"

I pondered that for a minute. Her reasons made sense, but they didn't change my mind.

"I can't do that," I said. She didn't have to ask -- she just looked the question at me. "It's not something I can really explain. I have a girl waiting for me back home. She knows I've been getting laid on this road trip, and I fully plan on telling her everything I'm doing tonight. But this... I don't think I can do this."

"You have a girlfriend?" she asked. "And she's okay with all of this?"

I just nodded. I wasn't about to get into the details with Vicki. As it was, the situation seemed fairly absurd -- I was naked, she was naked, and we were talking about how to deflower her equally naked friend.

"What's the problem, then?"

"The first time is supposed to be something special," I said.

"She isn't going to want to marry you afterward, Brad," Vicki laughed.

"I certainly hope not," I chuckled back. "But she's going to remember it for the rest of her life. I'd be the guy who took her virginity. 'Made her a real woman,' to use a stupid ass cliche. I know there's a special place in my heart for the girl I lost mine to."

Nevermind the fact that I'd lost mine in a threesome. I did still think fondly about the girl, though.

"Anyway, I just don't think it's fair to my girl back home that I let someone else make a memory like that with me."

Vicki backed up a little and sized me up for the second time that day.

"You are an odd duck, Brad," she said. "But... I think I get it. That sucks for Kristen though. She really wanted this to happen tonight."

"Does it have to be me?" I asked. 

"I... don't know," Vicki said. "Right after we split up at the concert, we all agreed it would be you."

"Hold on a sec," I said. I walked into the other room, and a few seconds later, I came back, Houston and Jessica in tow. "Houston, these ladies have a proposition for you."

From the shit-eating grin on his face a few moments later, I could see he had no problem doing it. I might be kicking myself for it later, but it felt right.

I went back into my room, where I saw Jenny and Desiree tangled up on the couch still. I didn't even look to see what they were doing -- I grabbed my shirt and shorts, put them on, and stepped into the hallway.

I needed to make a phone call. 

Kelly answered on the first ring.

"Thank God," I said. Hearing her voice made me feel like a drowning man who'd just barely managed to break the surface and get oxygen before it was too late.

"What, baby?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said, half-truthfully. "I just.. missed you."

"I miss you, too, but, I can tell from your voice. That's not all."

I told her all about everyone in the rooms -- the abridged version, so as not to be standing in this hallway two weeks from now. I told her about Vicki's proposal, too, and why I turned it down.

"I know, I know," I said. "You're gonna tell me I'm crazy for turning down the chance to take a girl's virginity."

"No," she said, very quietly. "No, I'm not."

"Then... what?" I asked.

"Brad... I don't know what's going on with us. I really don't. But I don't think I would have been too happy if you had agreed to it."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really," she said. "I know I told you anything goes. You almost fucked your cousin a couple days ago, and that turned me on. You dominated and just about fake-raped a girl the other night. I came from that six times. You're in a hotel room orgy, and in a minute I want you to go back in and take me with you. But that..."

I let her think for a minute.

"I want those special moments to be only between us."

I was about to speak when I realized that that was exactly how I felt, too. I just couldn't put it into words like she had.

"Obviously, I don't have my virginity to offer you. I think if I was there to see it and experience it, I might have no problem with you doing it. But without me..." she trailed off.

I was trying to assimilate the things she said. I was never any good at relationships anyway, and she'd just muddied the waters even more. 

"I'm sorry, Brad," she sputtered. "I know there's nothing between us outside of great phone sex and a ton of possibilities, but--"

"Stop it, Kelly," I said. The tone in my voice was a little harsher than I wanted, but that made it stick, apparently. "I don't know what's going on with us, either. I'm not even sure how I can have feelings for someone I've never met, but damnit, I do, and you know what?"

I guess she thought it was rhetorical, because she didn't answer right away.

"What?" she finally asked.

"I'm fucking thrilled about it, Kelly," I finished. "I can't wait to meet you, you know that? It has nothing to do with sex, either. I'm sure it will have plenty to do with sex by the time we're finished, but I just want to see you. I want to put a face and a body and a scent and a texture with this incredible personality I've been diving deeper and deeper into over the past week."

She was speechless, and I couldn't leave well enough alone.

"Last night, right after I finished? I was bummed out because Maria wasn't you. Tonight? There are 10 girls in the rooms behind me, and just about any of them would fuck me silly. I'm male, yeah, so I'm not running away screaming or anything. But if you were here? I'd send every damn one of 'em into the lobby butt-ass-naked."

"Don't get me wrong," I continued. "I'm enjoying all the things I'm doing. It's just getting harder and harder to cope with the fact that I'm not doing them with you."

"Brad," she stammered, and the tears started falling on the other end of the phone. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that."

"Yeah, well, I'm glad, because I was gonna say it whether you wanted to hear it or not."

"I want to hear it every day," she said, laughing now along with the tears. "I feel the same way."

I've got to admit right now -- I damn near said it. It was unfathomable to me that I even considered it, having known her for just a week. I'd never even met her, didn't even know what she looked like. I was unwilling to pour any thought into the validity of the statement -- I knew I'd have plenty of time for that on I-80 west bound in a couple days. Still, I just barely managed to gnaw my tongue off and not say anything.

"But you have to understand something, honey," she said. "I wish like unholy hell that I was there with you, too. I wish I was every woman you've done anything with, not only on this trip, but your whole life. But I can't be there yet, and I know I'll get my chance soon enough. For now, I am really, really enjoying all the stories of what you're doing. I can place myself in the situation, and it makes me cum even harder. I don't want you to stop. If you don't want to do it for yourself, please, please keep doing it for me."

I was stunned now. 

"Well, Kelly, you drive a very hard bargain," I said. "But somehow, I will find a way to make your wish a reality."

We both laughed. Hard. It seemed we both had something to get off our chests, and on a Friday night, half-drunk, with a hotel room full of co-eds behind me, it finally happened.

"You can start right now, you know," she said. "I'm staying with you, though."

I went back into the room. I could hear sounds coming from the other two rooms, but this one was empty except for the two girls on the couch. As I got closer, I realized Desiree was passed out, her head laying on Jenny's left thigh. The blonde girl was still wide awake, though, and was rubbing her pussy fervently. I could see Desiree's hands laying on the couch between Jenny's legs.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 10



"She pass out trying to get you off?" I asked. She just nodded. "She had a lot to drink," I said.

"I know," Jenny said, lightly stroking the brunette's hair with her free hand. "It's okay. But still..."

She trailed off, and I knew where she was heading. "You're still horny, though."

"Yeah," she said. "And I was waiting on you. I learned a little something about myself tonight, playing with her, but I wanted to finish the night the right way."

It looked like I wasn't going to get the chance to ravage Desiree's cheerleader body, but that was ok. Jenny's body was curvier and more mature -- more my type.

When I stepped closer, she motioned to the phone in my hand.

"I have a confession to make first," I said. "I have a girlfriend."

I heard Kelly gasp in my ear at the title, just before I realized I hadn't actually mentioned that to her yet.

Jenny just smiled. "I figured."

"What?" I asked, surprised. "How so?"

"You're way too good of a guy," she said. "Too hot, too funny, too honorable, and too much fun for some woman to not have snapped you up already."

"She's right, you know," Kelly said.

"She's okay with all of this?" Jenny asked.

"She's on the phone right now," I replied. Jenny's eyes went wide.

"I thought you were just talking to her outside," she said. "I didn't know she was still on the line."

"Where's everyone else?" Kelly asked.

"In other rooms," I said, before going over to lock the door joining our room with the others. "And they're staying there."

"Good," she said. 

"Jenny," I said, "she's more than okay with it. Right now, she wants to be a part of it, though."

Her ivory face was flushed a deep red, as was her chest. I gently helped her out of her dress, which was still bunched around her stomach. 

"You're beautiful," I told her. I pulled up the camera on my phone. "May I?" She looked a little nervous, and I understood. "I just want to give Kelly a visual. It'll make her cum harder. If you want, I'll delete it the minute I send it, and she'll delete it when we're done, too."

She nodded shyly. The way she morphed back and forth was driving me insane. She'd started as the outgoing hottie I'd first met, changed into to the bashful, unsure introvert at the afterparty, became the wild child who'd bucked against my tongue on the floor, and now stood before me as a naive woman who had no idea how gorgeous she was and was unsure about letting me snap one photo.

I quickly took the picture and texted it to Kelly. "Oh my God, Brad," she moaned. I managed to thumb the speaker button for the rest. "She's one of the sexiest women I've ever seen."

That made Jenny blush. "Can I see one of her?" she asked me.

"Uh uh," I said, stepping toward her. "This is about you."

"For the moment, anyway," she giggled. "How many other women have you fucked tonight?"

"Three," I admitted. "But you were busy, remember? You were the one I wanted from the beginning, and once we're done, I'm done."

"Oh," she said. "Well, like I said, I was waiting on you, too."

"Good," I said, wrapping a hand behind her head and pulling her in for a kiss. Our tongues battled for a few moments, and she moaned softly when I cupped her left cheek.

"Isn't he a good kisser?" Kelly asked. Jenny didn't immediately answer, but once we broke it off, she gasped for air.

"Maybe the best ever," she spat out between breaths.

"Oooh," Kelly said. "Don't let him get too big of a head."

"He's earned it," Jenny answered. I kissed her jawline, down her neck and across her collarbone before working my way across her shoulder and down her arm. I'd sucked two of her fingers into my mouth when Kelly piped up.

"Tell me what he's doing, Jenny," she moaned. A spasm shook through Jenny's body when Kelly used her name.

"Licking my fingers," Jenny answered. She seemed to get the hang of it, narrating my actions for Kelly. I was glad, because that meant I could concentrate on giving this girl some real pleasure.

"Now he's licking my belly button," she giggled. "It kinda tickles. Oooh -- that doesn't."

"Your nipples?" Kelly asked.

"Yep," Jenny sighed. "How did you know?"

"I didn't, I guess," Kelly answered. "That's just how I would have done it."

She had magnificent breasts, a sizable C cup if not on the small side for a D. I took my time, using my hands, my tongue and my lips to worship them. I gave her nipples their due attention, but I nibbled on the underside of her breasts, too.

Jenny gave Kelly a magnificent narrative, both with words and special effects. Several times she was in mid-sentence and had to stop to moan or squeal when I hit a certain spot. 

I gently laid Jenny down on the bed and started kissing lower.

"Has he started on your pussy yet?" Kelly asked her, as if she was in the room.

"Not just yet," Jenny asked. "He already did that for me once earlier."

"He told me," Kelly replied. "But now he can really take his time."

And I did, too. I spent at least five minutes licking and biting all over her inner thighs and hips. She had just a small landing strip of hair leading to her pussy, and I bathed that with my tongue, too. All the while, her hands tried to force my head between her legs, but I fought her off until I was ready.

I didn't give her any warning, either. When it was time, I sucked her clit entirely into my mouth. She let out a scream I was certain would wake up Desiree.

"Did you cum already?" Kelly asked mirthfully.

"A little bit, I think." I had to answer for Jenny, because she was incapable of words. I didn't stop what I was doing though, instead moving down and licking all over her pussy lips, occasionally dipping down to her ass before thrusting it inside her. I repeated that cycle a few more times before I got a wicked idea.

"How assertive can you be?" I asked Jenny.

"How's this?" she asked, pushing my head forcefully back down to her pussy. I laughed and gave her a few more licks before I pulled away again.

"With her, I mean."

"Oh," Jenny gasped as I flicked her clit lightly. "I don't know. What do you mean?"

"Kelly," I said firmly. "Are you naked?"

"Mostly," she answered.

"There's either naked, or not naked. Nothing in between."

"Okay," my girlfriend murmured. After some rustling, she added, "completely naked."

"Like that," I said to Jenny. "Tell her what you want her to do, and she'll do it."

"I don't think I can," Jenny answered. 

"I will," Kelly said. "I promise. As long as Brad says it's ok."

"Hmm," Jenny answered, and I decided to up the ante.

"Jenny, I'm not going to make you cum until Kelly cums," I said. "And I'm going to be busy teasing you mercilessly, so when Kelly cums is entirely up to you."

I punctuated that by sliding my index finger an inch or two inside her dripping snatch. She inhaled sharply.

"What are you doing right now, Kelly?" Jenny tentatively asked.

"Laying on my bed, talking on the phone," Kelly answered. "What should I be doing?"

"Rubbing yourself," Jenny answered. I knew that wouldn't do it.

"You're right," Kelly said. "It is kind of cold in here. Maybe if I rub my arms, I'll warm up a little."

I snickered into Jenny's pussy, wiggling my finger inside her as I licked lightly around her lips.

"Your pussy," Jenny said after a few seconds. "Rub your pussy."

"Yes, ma'am," Kelly complied, and my dick went from throbbing to diamond-cutting. After the past week, Kelly was a veteran of phone sex, and I knew she would guide Jenny through it. "What should I rub, Jenny? My lips? Inside? My clit?"

"Your clit," Jenny moaned. "Rub your clit."

Even with Jenny's legs partially blocking my ears, I could hear Kelly moaning. I lightly spanked Jenny's clit with my fingers, earning a squeal.

"Smack your clit," Jenny ordered. I smiled, knowing she'd gotten the idea from me. I knew that was something Kelly liked, too.

"Did he just do that to you?" Kelly asked rhetorically. "Such a naughty boy."

I pushed Jenny's knees up until they flattened her boobs, and made her hold them there for me. I rolled her ass up and off the bed slightly, and really dove in, tongue fucking her twat with long, deep strokes. There was no equivalent she could tell Kelly to do -- even as awesome as she was, I didn't think Kelly was flexible enough to lick her own pussy.

"Fingers, Kelly," Jenny stammered.

"I have 10 of them," Kelly answered. "What do you want me to do with them?"

"Inside you," Jenny said. Immediately realizing what Kelly would do, she continued, "in your pussy. Two of them. Deep."

This time I took Jenny's lead, thrusting a second finger deep inside her, just as she'd told Kelly to do.

"Fuuuuck," Kelly groaned. "I wish I had somebody here to lick my clit."

"I wish you did, too," Jenny said. "I wish Brad and I were both there. We could lick you together."

"Oooh, I think I would enjoy that," Kelly answered. "Then he and I could lick you."

"Then we could lick him," Jenny answered, and my cock got even harder.

"Oh God, that's a hot fucking image," Kelly replied. I knew from experience she was getting close, and I sensed that Jenny wasn't far off, either.

"I know," Jenny said. "His tongue feels fucking amazing, so I could just imagine how your tongue would feel next to it."

She was really getting into it now, so I decided to help her. I slid one hand up her torso, and when I reached her nipple, I pinched and tugged on it as hard as I could. Jenny's eyes darted down to me, but I was smiling.

"She loves that," I whispered, leaving her to figure out the rest. It didn't take her long.

"Use one hand to pinch your nipples while you finger fuck yourself, Kelly," Jenny commanded. Ten minutes ago, I wouldn't have believed she'd be able to say that.

"Ok," Kelly moaned.

"Hard," Jenny added. "Your boyfriend is driving me crazy, so I need you to cum for me. He's going to make me cum all over his face, but first, I want you to cum all over your fingers. Imagine Brad's cock is fucking you instead, and I'm laying on top of you, licking your clit--"

That was it for Kelly, and I heard her signature high-pitched humming begin immediately. I let Jenny really have it too, pistoning two fingers inside her while I sucked her clit. She waited for Kelly to settle down first, but not long after, her legs tightened against my cheeks, and I held on as she started to buck against me. The earlier oral orgasm I'd given her had been quick and to the point. This one lasted a lot longer, just like the buildup to it.

"I want to hear you suck his cock." Kelly was somewhat recovered and was taking charge now. Jenny was only too happy to comply, pushing me onto my back and nudging my legs apart with her knees. "I'll be talking to him, but I don't want him to have to explain what you're doing. I just want to hear it. Get sloppy."

This was going to be spectacular, I thought, and I was dead on. Jenny attacked my cock with a zeal I hadn't experienced since... hell, probably since Belinda had made me cum in her mouth my last night in Oklahoma. She made loud slurping noises, and exaggerated the noises her throat made when my cock bumped against it.

"Sounds like she's doing a hell of a job," Kelly said.

"She is," I answered, keeping my hand on the back of Jenny's head so she wouldn't feel compelled to pull up to answer. "She might make me cum soon."

"Do you want to cum now, Brad, or do you want to cum from fucking her?

"No reason I can't do both," I said. It had probably been about an hour since I came inside Miranda, and as hot as Jenny was, and as mind-blowing as this whole conversation with Kelly was becoming, I had no doubt I could stay hard if she made me cum.

"Good boy," she said. "Are you getting close?"

"Mm hmm," I replied. "Her mouth is so wet, and her lips are so soft, Kelly," I moaned.

"I hope mine are the same," she answered, and I heard her slap her hand over her mouth. She thought she'd just revealed that she'd never given me a blowjob like this.

"They are, Kelly," I answered. "You know you're the best at this, but Jenny is very fucking talented."

"Thanks, baby," she answered, grateful that I'd covered up her little verbal slip as well as the compliment -- a compliment that was based on nothing but confidence. Jenny opted to moan her thanks, which was just fine with me.

"She's incredible," I continued. She'd told Jenny she didn't want me to have to tell her what she was doing, and Jenny was plenty noisy about it. Still, I figured a play-by-play would just get Kelly hotter. "I don't think her mouth could get any hotter if she'd been drinking coffee before we started. Her lips are full and soft, and they look so fucking hot sliding up and down my cock."

"I bet they do," Kelly asked. 

"Fuck, Jenny," I groaned when she flicked her tongue rapidly across the base of my shaft before plunging me back into her mouth.

"Does she swallow?" Kelly purred.

"Gonna find out soon," I gasped. Jenny picked up the pace, and before long, I lost it. She took the first shot in her mouth, but aimed my cock at her sizable tits for the rest. With her help, I covered both nipples and a good portion of her right breast, too.

"Where did he cum?" Kelly asked.

"All over my tits," Jenny said. "And some in my mouth. I do swallow, but I wanted to feel him explode all over me."

"I understand that," Kelly said. It sounded like she was close to another orgasm on her end, too.

"Let me clean up," Jenny said, and started to get up. I was having none of that.

"Oh, no, you don't," I said. In a flash I pulled her up and dumped her on her back next to me. I grabbed a condom off the nightstand and put it on in record time. "You wanted to feel my cum all over your tits, huh? Now you're gonna have to let it soak in."

There was just a touch of apprehension in her eyes to go with all the arousal I saw there, and I suddenly remembered her telling me it had been two years since anyone had gone down on her. I wondered if it had been two years since she'd done anything at all, and she confirmed it a second later.

"Go slow with me at first," she said, looking down at her stomach. "Like I said, it's been a couple of years."

"Seriously?" Kelly gasped into the phone. "How does a girl like you go two years without getting fucked?"

"By choice," she replied, grinning and spreading her legs wide for me. I was originally going to be rough, but instead I just dragged the head of my cock slowly up and down her slit, rubbing her clit on each trip north. "So busy with school and work and life in general, I just ignore all the college boys."

"What about tonight?" Kelly asked.

"Time to let loose, I guess," Jenny said. "Never thought I would be into something like this, but I needed it."

"Be gentle, Brad," Kelly coaxed.

"He is," Jenny replied. I'd lined up the head of my cock with her moist, delicious opening, and I had maybe half the head pushed between her lips. Jenny and I locked eyes, and with a subtle nod from her, I pushed the first couple of inches in. She inhaled sharply but continued to smile at me.

"So fucking tight," I muttered.

"So fucking full," Jenny countered.

"So fucking hot," Kelly moaned.

"Prove it," I said. "Cum for us."

It took maybe two seconds for Kelly to comply, babbling uncontrollably as another orgasm overtook her on the other side of the country. Any post-orgasm flagging my cock may have encountered was instantly cured by her voice.

The hot pussy I was a quarter of the way into certainly didn't hurt, and once Kelly started to calm down a little, I slid another inch into Jenny. She grimaced but didn't complain.

"Brad, you're just going to have to give it to her," Kelly said.

"I'm giving her all she can handle right now, I think," I replied.

"She's right," Jenny said. "I can take all of it, you just need to give it to me."

"Don't slam it in or anything, baby," Kelly said. I shivered a little at the name. "Slow and steady, but forcefully, push your cock into that tight pussy. 

Jenny nodded again, so I started applying more pressure. Once I started, I didn't stop. It took most of a minute, but I was finally in balls deep.

"Oh my God," Jenny moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. "I don't know how you can take this cock all the time. So fucking deep!"

"Relax, hon," I said, ignoring the fact that Kelly had never taken me at all. "I'm sure part of it is that it's been a while for you."

"Mm hmm," she replied. "And the other part is that when they were handing out dicks before you were born, you made a wrong turn and ended up at the Louisville Slugger factory instead."

Laughing seemed to help her relax a little, and all three of us had a good chuckle at her joke. I put a slightly serious look on my face and asked, "You ready for me to start?"

She nodded, and I rested my elbows on either side of her breasts, placing most of my weight on top of her. I withdrew until just the very tip was still lodged inside her. I waited a few moments, wanting to tease her and anticipate it. Without warning, I drove back inside her in one hard, quick stroke.

Her eyes bugged out, and she screamed so loud I was sure hotel security was coming. 

"Jesus, Brad!" Kelly yelled. "What did you do?"

Jenny spasmed around my dick, and as intense as the first couple orgasms had been, they had nothing on this one. She tightened up so much that I couldn't answer Kelly, and I was finding it hard to breathe. Her legs were locked around my lower back, and her fingers were digging into my back and pressing me down into her chest. Between Miranda's teeth and Jenny's fingers, I was going to need a first-aid kit.

"She wanted it all," I spat out when I got the air to do so. "She got it all."

We heard a knock on the door, but it was the one leading to the next room, not the main door. 

"Everything ok in there?" Houston bellowed.

"Yeah, man," I said.

"We're good," Jenny said with as much volume as she could muster. "Sorry."

Apparently that was enough for him, because we heard nothing else.

"Your boyfriend here just gave me one of the strongest orgasms I've ever had," Jenny said as I slowly slid back out, leaving just the tip inside again. "With one fucking stroke of his cock."

"Just one stroke, huh?" Kelly asked. "I thought you'd killed her for a second there, babe."

"I thought he had, too," Jenny replied. I just wore a sheepish grin.

"It really has been a while for you, huh?" Kelly asked. "I mean, he is talented, but I don't think he's ever made me cum after the first thrust before."

I grinned. Technically, she wasn't lying. 

"You ready to go again?" I asked. Before she'd reminded me of her drought, I'd been planning to pound her. I was glad I hadn't done so -- with as tight as she was and how she responded to the first thrust, I actually might have killed her.

Still, even though my better angels had won that round, the demons were still ahead in the match. I hadn't even bothered to keep the deep, guttural growl out of my voice when I asked.

"Uh oh," Kelly said. "He's about to rape you, I think." I could picture her licking her lips and smiling widely as she said it. How the happy fuck did she know what I had planned?

"You know what they say about rape and the willing," Jenny replied.

"Fair point," Kelly said. "Still, it might feel that way at first."

"I think he's broken the seal," Jenny said. 

"Let's stop talking about it and find out, yeah?" I asked, and midway through the sentence, I pulled her legs off the bed and draped them over my shoulders as I got into an awkward squatting position. Her ass and lower back were completely off the bed, and I sunk my fingers into the soft curves of her lower stomach at the same time that I slammed my cock forward, hitting rock bottom in just one push.

"FUCK!!" Jenny shouted again. "Jesus, you have an amazing cock."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 10



"And he knows how to use it, too," Kelly cooed.

"Yes.. he.. does!" I wasn't leaving her time for more than one word between each thrust. Her breathing was already labored.

"Quit talking, Kelly," I barked. "The long purple vibrator, deep in your pussy. The little silver bullet, right on your clit."

I had no idea if she owned any of those specific items, but I was guessing Kelly had a pretty prolific toy collection.

"Fuuuuuuck, Brad," Kelly moaned on the other end of the line. I was nowhere near cumming yet, but just that little wanton groan trimmed about five minutes off however long it was going to take.

"You like it when she does nasty things for you, don't you?" Jenny stammered, taking about 10 seconds to get all the words out. "I felt you get harder."

"She's a good little girl," I said. I was on fire and my arousal was raging, but I was careful not to call her any names in front of Jenny. She was okay with it between us, but I wasn't sure how she'd feel about it with an audience. "She's good at taking orders."

On cue, we heard the telltale buzzing start on the phone. My thighs and hips were throbbing from the awkward angle, so I dropped Jenny's lower body back to the bed. She took the initiative this time, rolling onto all fours and wiggling her ass at me seductively.

"She's just like you, Kelly," I said. "Can't wait to take it from behind."

Before my girlfriend could respond, I slammed my hips forward, impaling Jenny once again. I grabbed handfuls of her hips and pounded her as hard as I could for a few moments.

"Fuck, Brad!" Jenny yelped. "Does he always take you this way?"

Kelly didn't answer with words. She turned the vibrator up and the pitch of her signature humming went up with it.

"I don't always," I answered for her. "I can be gentle. Want to see?"

"Not really," Jenny said. "You have no idea how hard it is to go two years without a real dick. I have an itch that toys don't scratch."

"Good," I spat out. I lightly spanked her ass, and she moaned with each swat. I wasn't there yet, but I could tell Jenny was getting there.

"When you cum again, Jenny, make it loud," I told her.

"OK," she gasped.

"It'll make Kelly cum too," I explained. "Won't it?"

A yes-sounding moan was all we got out of Kelly. A few minutes later, Jenny came again, and called both my name and Kelly's as she went over the edge. That brought Kelly off, too, and I couldn't help but think how fucking lucky I was to have two scorching hot women calling my name as they came together.

"Two more, Kelly," I said.

"Before what?" was her demure reply.

"Before either of us cum again," I answered. Jenny looked at me over her shoulder and winked before wiggling her ass again.

"Good luck," she said. "Once I get going, it's not easy to flip the switch."

"I'll do my best to stop you," I teased. "Better work to make Kelly cum a couple more times, then, huh?"

I resumed thrusting into Jenny's tight twat, setting a more leisurely pace this time but still holding onto her hips tightly. Jenny turned her attention to Kelly. 

"He must really like making you cum," she said. "This is the second time he's told me to help you. You are such a lucky bitch."

"You have no idea," Kelly moaned.

"Right now he's fucking me from behind," Jenny said. I couldn't be sure with all the personality changes she'd been through, but I was willing to bet this was the real her. Now that she was comfortable, she was letting herself go. "He was really letting me have it before, but now he's teasing me. Still fucking me hard, but he's not going to let me cum. So not fair."

"I agree," Kelly stammered. "Not fair."

"It's your fault. He wants you to cum again before he'll let me. Twice, in fact."

"He's done better before."

I smiled at how Jenny and Kelly were getting along.

"Well, it's probably tough on him, too," Jenny said. "I mean, he's getting something no one else has gotten in more than two years, fucking the shit out of me... and he's probably imagining it's you instead."

Her words did it for Kelly. She cussed her way through another orgasm, and Jenny and I listened with amusement as she gave herself a little aftershock, too.

"That last one doesn't count as another one, Kelly," I teased. 

I really wasn't imagining it was Kelly. Just having my girlfriend in the room, even if just via phone call, was enough to let me focus on what was actually happening. Otherwise, yeah, I might have been wishing she was Kelly.

"I hope not," Kelly said.

"I'm guessing I'll never get to play with this toy again," Jenny said, "so I want to make sure I get my money's worth." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at me. "Lay down and let me ride you."

I had no objections to that. She straddled me and slowly worked my cock up into her pussy, not letting me jam it all the way in this time. Her boobs swayed back and forth and hung just inches from my face as she bent forward, and I couldn't resist capturing one nipple between my lips.

"Fuck, yeah," she said, working up and down on my rod at her own pace. "Bite it. Bite it as hard I made Kelly pinch hers earlier."

I did, and Jenny gasped. I switched to the other one and got the same reaction, so for the next few minutes, I just alternated back and forth, treating myself to a feast on her nipples while she used my cock for her own enjoyment.

After a while Jenny sat straight up, and without her tits to keep me occupied, I just watched her. Her face was blanketed in pure bliss as she rocked up and down. Sometimes she gyrated her hips in circles, and sometimes it was just simple north-south motion, but every bit of it felt exquisite. Her pussy clenched my cock like a vise grip, as if it knew I'd just recently cum and was going to need extra stimulation.

She really was a beautiful woman. I heard Kelly moan out that she was cumming again, and I knew for the next couple days, I'd be picturing a brown-haired Jenny whenever I imagined Kelly.

"That's two," Kelly mewled. "Your turns now."

Jenny didn't even answer. Her pace increased considerably, and when I moved my thumb to her clit, she exploded. She fell forward, crushing her tits against my chest as she forced her pelvis up and down on my cock again and again. I tried to keep my thumb on her clit, but once that became impossible I wrapped my arms around her waist as she rode out the orgasm.

"Guess that just leaves you, Brad," Kelly said.

"I'm not quite there yet," I said. "Won't take much though."

Jenny glanced over at the couch.

"I could go wake up Desiree, if you want," she offered.

"Hell, no," I said, rolling her off of me and onto her side. I slid up behind her in a spoon. "Not that I wouldn't love a chance at her, but you worked way too hard for this not to be on the receiving end of it."

"Definitely," Kelly echoed. "I think we need to work hard to make him cum now, Jenny."

I lifted her top leg up and my cock did the rest, bottoming out in her tight cunt quickly. It wasn't hard and rough like the other times, but it was just as deep. 

"Oh, God," Jenny cried. "Now he's spooning me, squeezing my tits, licking my ear and my neck. Fucking incredible."

"How much faster do you think he would cum if my tongue was down there between your legs, licking his cock every time he pulled back?"

"Probably not as fast as I would," Jenny joked. "Just thinking about that is making me wetter."

"Ohhh," Kelly said, taking on the role of seductress now. "You'd like my tongue on your clit while I lick his cock, wouldn't you?"

"Yesssss," Jenny hissed. 

"He'd like to see that, too," Kelly said. "You see, I've never done anything with a girl. Never even kissed a girl. Brad and I have been talking about it, though. Wouldn't you like to be the first?"

"Uh huh," Jenny said. "Neither had I until tonight."

Kelly laughed. "I'll make Brad tell me all about it tomorrow."

"I'm sure he will," Jenny answered. "That would be hot, but I think Brad would like it even better if you were laying in front of me, legs spread wide, with your hands in my long, blonde hair, forcing my face into your pussy. Wouldn't you?"

I didn't think they really needed a response from me, so they didn't get one. They were trying to make me explode, and I was very, very close.

"I know one thing that would make Brad cum harder than that image, though," Jenny said. "He really, really likes it when you cum, Kelly. You think you could do that for us? For him?"

"I think I could do that," Kelly said. "But he really likes knowing the person he's with is satisfied, too."

"Oh, I think he knows I'm satisfied," Jenny laughed. "I lost count of how many times he's made me cum tonight."

"He knows, but one more wouldn't hurt, right?" Kelly half-begged. "Just to make absolutely sure?"

In line with Kelly's thinking, I moved my hand from Jenny's tits down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit feverishly. It was scary to me how well Kelly knew me already -- there was no doubt that if they both came together again, I would erupt.

Kelly was first, shouting loudly into the phone as she came all over her fingers. I was doing everything in my power to make Jenny next, but I could no longer hold out. I clamped my fingers down on her hip and with one or two final thrusts, I started unloading into the condom.

"Fuck!" I shouted, my first contribution to the conversation in quite a while. Knowing I was cumming inside her must have pushed Jenny over the edge, because her fingers locked around my wrist as her whole body stiffened at once. She started convulsing slightly, shaking ever so subtly around my cock.

I'd cum so hard that I was really hoping the condom had managed to hold it all. It took a few minutes, but I finally got the energy to pull my hips backward, removing my cock from her sticky wetness. When Jenny didn't make any noises or say anything, I realized something.

"She's sleeping," I whispered into the phone as I grabbed it off the pillow and pressed it to my ear. 

"You wore her hot ass out, didn't you?"

"Think so," I said. "You both wore me out, too."

"Aww," she teased. It got quiet for a minute, but she spoke again. "Brad?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"Can we sleep on the phone?"

A week ago I would have thought that to be a ridiculous idea.

"Absolutely, baby," I replied. "You want me to find a different room where we can be alone?"

"No," she said after thinking about it for a minute. "I like Jenny. I think you should hold her while we sleep. Just imagine it's me."

"You're amazing, Kelly," I said, wrapping my arm around Jenny's torso.

They both sighed contentedly, Jenny in her sleep and Kelly into my ear. A few seconds later, Kelly's breathing got really heavy, and she stopped talking to me. I lay there for awhile, the sounds still coming from the other rooms but not really registering. I fell asleep not long after.

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Brad's Road Trip Ch. 11



 Note: This is the 11th chapter in what will be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-10, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader for helping me clean it up. 

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Day 10

Saturday, June 21

Indianapolis, IN to Evansville, IN

It was after 3 a.m. when I'd fallen asleep, Kelly breathing heavily in my ear and my arm wrapped around Jenny's waist. So, I wasn't too surprised when my phone told me it was after 10 when I woke up. Jenny was still slumbering peacefully, but there were no sounds coming from my phone.

My call log said we'd talked for a little over four hours, meaning it had dropped our call sometime around sunrise. I wasn't happy about that, and I was about to call her back when a subtle movement made me realize that Jenny and I weren't alone in this king sized bed.

"You feeling ok?" I asked. Desiree was lying on her side facing Jenny, and it took the brunette a few moments to formulate her thoughts before she answered.

"I've been a professional dancer for three years," she replied. Her voice was thick with Hangover-ese. "I was a cheerleader for a half a dozen years before that, and a gymnast throughout my youth."

I waited patiently.

"Very disconcerting to me that standing up and walking 10 feet before collapsing onto a bed was that difficult."

I laughed softly, trying not to wake Jenny.

"You weigh like 47 pounds, Desiree," I said. "You finished a six pack before the concert ended, and worked halfway through another one at the after party. At your size, you should spread that much alcohol out over a week."

"Point taken," she said. "I didn't finish Jenny off, did I?"

"I don't think so," I replied. "When I came back in, you were asleep on her lap."

She nodded slightly. I was guessing she was trying to keep the room from spinning too much.

"Have you ever been with a girl before?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No. I mean, spending all those years in locker rooms and wearing hardly any clothes has made me appreciate the female body. I've been tempted before, but I'd never acted on it until last night."

"Why?"

"Partly because I was drunk," she said, resting her right hand on Jenny's left hip. I moved my hand on top of hers. "And partly because she's so damn hot. I thought maybe I was just too hammered to know any better, but seeing her this morning..."

"Definitely not beer goggles," I confirmed.

"Nope," she said. "Of course, I'm still mainly into men, and I'm a little aggravated that I missed my chance with you last night, too."

"I was sorry about that myself," I said. "I got with a cheerleader my first year in the Marines, but that was an 18-year-old high school girl. Never had the chance with a major leaguer before."

"Well," she smiled, interlocking her fingers with mine. "No time like the present."

"I can't," I answered. "I told Jenny last night that once she and I were done, I was done, at least as far as all of this went." I motioned to the hotel room, and the various piles of clothes and purses still laying all around. "She really was the one I was most looking forward to being with all day, and we had a pretty special time."

"I heard bits and pieces," she grinned. "I sleep like a rock usually, but you made her get pretty loud a couple times."

"He did, didn't he?" Jenny mewled. 

"Good morning," I said, using Desiree's hand to squeeze her hip.

"Hi," Desiree said.

"I don't know how you can look that beautiful after drinking as much as you did last night," Jenny said.

"You're such a pretty little liar," Desiree beamed.

"She's not lying," I replied. "And you?" I turned Jenny's head slightly back toward me. "How are you feeling about everything that happened last night?"

"Confused as all hell," she said, and Desiree and I both laughed. "But I'm not ashamed of it. Playing with you and your girlfriend, even over the phone, was one of the hottest experiences I've ever had."

Desiree raised an eyebrow at the mention of my girlfriend.

"I just wish you hadn't let this one drink so much," Jenny said, putting an arm on Desiree's elbow. The brunette girl was blushing now. "Because I could have had two incredible experiences in one night."

"Like she said," I said. "No time like the present."

"I'm not drunk now," Jenny said, giggling. She turned to meet Desiree's eyes before the girl could get too disappointed, "Not that I won't eventually. I just need to move a little slower with that."

Desiree nodded in agreement. She leaned in for a kiss, and Jenny accepted. It wasn't too passionate, but it was warm and tender and made me think about quietly sneaking out of bed.

"But as for the here and now," Jenny said, as if reading my mind. "You told me I was the last one for the night, Brad, and I appreciate that. But, it's morning now."

"Yes, it is," I said.

"You want each other," Jenny said. "The only way I'd care is if you didn't let me watch."

My cock had been nestled snugly between her ass cheeks since before I'd woken up, and it woke up quickly when she said that.

"Ooh," she giggled. "I see at least part of you is interested in that."

"Definitely," I replied.

"So, how do we do this?" Desiree asked as eagerly as she could manage. Jenny replied by rolling over the brunette's lithe body to her other side, and nudging her gently toward me.

"Like that," Jenny giggled.

"You're going to have be a lot gentler with me than you were with her last night," Desiree said when she saw my cock sticking out lewdly. "I haven't had anything that big in a while, and I'm really hung over. So, unless you want me puking on you..."

I managed to laugh at that rather unsightly visual.

"I'll go easy on you, Desiree," I said. "And Jenny will help me."

The curly blonde nodded and smiled as I moved between Desiree's legs. She was topless, showing off smallish but perfectly-shaped B-cup boobs, but she still wore her short denim shorts from the concert. I unbuttoned them and kissed down her legs as I went. Once they joined the laundry pile on the floor, I pulled her orange thong to the side. Her pussy was smooth shaven, and it made me my mouth water.

Jenny lay her head on Desiree's chest, lightly stroking the brunette's flat stomach as she watched me work. I slid down the bed and moved my head between her legs. The moment my tongue touched her, just to the left of her lips, she gasped and sat up some.

"What are you doing?" she shrieked, her hand wrapping itself in Jenny's hair.

"Eating breakfast," I muttered.

"Are you kidding?" she asked. "I slept in my clothes last night, and I haven't showered since right before the concert."

"I figured," I said, and licked the bare skin to the right of her pussy lips. "And you can tell how much I care."

She had been sweating, sure, but her scent was still pleasant. Besides, the whole room still faintly smelled like sex from everything that had happened last night and this morning.

Jenny's eyes sparkled at me as she grinned. "You are awesome," she mouthed. I just raised my eyebrows in response before darting my tongue briefly into Desiree's honey pot.

"Oh, God," she said, instantly squirming under my tongue. "I promise, Brad, I'm ready to take it."

"You're ready when I say you're ready," I replied, just before pressing my tongue flat against her clit. Desiree shouted again.

"Relax, honey," Jenny said, gently kneading Desiree's left boob. "He's pretty big. The wetter you are, the better. Plus, he made me cum twice yesterday with his tongue. Just enjoy it."

"Never felt this good," Desiree said. 

"You just haven't found someone to do it right," Jenny answered. She kept cooing at her new friend as I gave her pussy a tongue bath. I slipped in a finger, and when her pussy greedily accepted it, I slid in a second one. She wasn't quite as tight as Jenny, but I was still going to stretch her.

Not just yet, though. I pushed her right leg up, and Jenny grabbed it behind the knee. Desiree lifted her other leg and held it up, giving me much better access to her pussy. I took full advantage, burying my face in her snatch for a few moments, reveling in her smooth, damp skin. I licked everywhere I could make my tongue go without pulling my mouth off of her.

"Shit," Desiree stammered. "Fucking.. fuck!"

I hadn't shaved since I'd left South Carolina early on Thursday morning, so I knew my beard was tickling her ass and inner thighs. I slipped one hand under her ass, pulling her as tight against me as I could. A quick glance up showed me that Jenny had one of Desiree's nipples between her teeth and the other between her fingers.

I continued to plunge my tongue in and out of her wetness, getting more and more of her juices into my mouth with each thrust. She tasted exquisite. Odd word to be using when eating a girl out, but there it was.

I felt something touch my free hand, which had been laying on the bed next to Desiree's hip. I looked and saw Jenny smiling at me and rubbing her lower leg on my hand. I moved the hand up, rubbing her smooth thighs as I tongued Desiree.

"Kiss her," I said, softly enough that only Jenny could hear it. Her eyes flared up, and she bit her lip as she nodded. Desiree whimpered when Jenny's mouth left her nipple, but she moaned loudly when she felt Jenny's lips touch her own.

Something about seeing them kiss got to me and sent my mouth into overdrive. I moved my other hand to her clit and rubbed feverishly, and it wasn't long before Desiree was screaming out.

"Fuck, he's making me cum!" she cried out. She had one hand in Jenny's hair and the other around her shoulders, holding her close as she rode out the orgasm we'd just delivered. Her hips kept rocking back and forth slowly for another minute or two as she relaxed.

"That's the first orgasm I haven't given myself in six months," she said, pausing once or twice to draw breaths.

"I think you're about to have another one pretty soon," Jenny said, teasing her as she grabbed a condom off the nightstand and pushed it into my hand. I had it out of its wrapper and around my cock in no time. 

"Any requests?" I asked. Desiree rolled onto her side and lifted her top leg up. Even hung over like she was, she was still incredibly flexible. As I slid in behind her, I felt her leg curl behind my knee and pull me in closer. When we were settled, Jenny took her place in front of Desiree.

It took me a few minutes to work all eight inches inside her. Her pussy clenched me tight with every inch I fed her, and she inhaled sharply with every slight movement. Jenny kept sweet talking her, but it wasn't until I took her hand and moved it to Desiree's clit that I felt the brunette start to relax. She was plenty lubed up from my oral exploits, but I felt her get even wetter with Jenny's attention.

My focus was on Desiree's pleasure. I really had wanted to ravage her last night, but the mood this morning called for something slower and more leisurely, so that's what she got. I reached around and cupped her left breast as I lazily but firmly stroked in and out of her.

Desiree tilted her head back to kiss me, and I obliged. I could still taste beer on her tongue when she pushed it into my mouth, but I was sure my morning breath was no picnic, either. 

I felt something brush against my cock, and I looked down to see that Jenny had flattened her sexy, curvaceous body against Desiree's, and was now rubbing her clit -- and my cock, by proximity -- with her leg. Jenny's hand massaged Desiree's other breast and rubbed and down her side as I continued to pump my hips back and forth.

"Fuck, I want to cum again so bad," Desiree moaned into Jenny's mouth. 

"Do it, then," Jenny moaned back. "Don't hold back."

"So.. fucking.. close," Desiree sputtered. My left hand moved down to the spot where Jenny's hips met Desiree's, and I forced my fingers between them until I was rubbing her clit. As an extra bonus, I was getting plenty of contact with Jenny's pussy, too.

The combination of my fingers and Jenny's silky smooth legs against Desiree's clit was just too much for her to handle, and she stiffened up like a 2x4, arching her back almost painfully as her orgasm washed over her. Her pussy clamped down on my cock to where I literally couldn't move it, not even a half inch in or out. 

"Cum for us," Jenny said softly, rubbing Desiree's breasts gently as she started to calm down. When she let me, I stroked in and out of her pussy again, making very soft and shallow thrusts designed to help bring her back to Earth. 

Desiree wasn't responding to Jenny's words or my actions, and after a moment, I realized she'd passed out again. I pulled out wordlessly and made my way into the bathroom, leaving the two girls tangled together in a mass of bed sheets.

I checked myself out in the mirror while I brushed my teeth, and I couldn't help but laugh. I was, quite frankly, a fucking mess. The bruise on my jaw had doubled in size and turned a yellowish-green overnight. The beard was two days old and unkempt, and my left shoulder looked pretty gnarly where a combination of teeth and sharp fingernails had done their best to take a chunk out.

Still, I couldn't help but grin. It was Saturday, which meant that a week from tomorrow, I'd be back in Idaho. I'd thoroughly enjoyed my adventure thus far, and I was sure the next week held more surprises for me, but I was ready to get back home. I missed my family, and after logging nearly 300 miles or more each day that I'd traveled, it would be nice to wake up and not have to cross state lines for a few days.

And, oh yeah. There was the smoking hot girl waiting for me, too. I thought about that for a minute as I let the hot water wash over my body, a much-needed shower after the last 20 hours of sweat and sex. I had no idea what she looked like, except that she had brown hair. Yet, I had no doubt she was going to be one of the sexiest women I'd ever met. Scott had made several good points while scolding me a few days ago in Florida, but with all I knew about her, there was no way I wasn't going to have a massive physical attraction to her.

At least, that's what I told myself.

I realized my back was worse off than I thought, too, when the water cascaded over my shoulders and hit the numerous divots Miranda and Jenny had left on my skin. I was seriously considering giving my body the rest of the day off when I heard the bathroom door open. A few moments later, the shower curtain opened.

"Want some company?" Jenny asked. I nodded, and she stepped in behind me. I was in no mood to make a complete list, but Jenny had one of the hottest bodies I'd ever seen, on this road trip or otherwise. Watching the water moisten her breasts and stomach just made her even sexier.

We looked at each other for a minute before sharing a long, deep kiss. Our tongues fought one another for supremacy, until I finally gave in and let hers into my mouth. I ran my hands up and down her back and I felt her hands squeeze my ass.

"I shouldn't have done that," Jenny said when we finished.

"Why not?"

"Kelly's okay with you kissing me?"

"Jenny, I'm leaving here in a bit and making my way back toward her," I said as I rinsed shampoo out of my hair. "She knows that. She's encouraged me to play as often as I want to on my way home, and the only caveat is I have to give her details. I don't make a habit of kissing every girl I've played with, but sometimes, if we've done something pretty special and it feels right, then I do."

"I'm glad you said that," she replied. "I know you're going home, and I'll probably never see you again. But I kinda think last night was more than just a hot one-night stand that I'd never forget, and I'm glad you think so, too."

"I do," I said. "I'm sure Kelly does, too. She wasn't lying when she said she'd never done anything with a girl before. The way she opened up with you... I've gotten her pretty far out of her shell, but she wouldn't have done that so quickly and easily with just anyone."

"That's really cool," she said. She stepped under the spray and let her hair get wet as I watched.

"And who's to say you'll never see me again? I'm sure Kelly would love to meet you, and we love to travel."

"Hmm," she said. "I do have some family up in Denver. That's not too far from Idaho, right?"

"About nine hours in the car," I answered.

We chatted idly for a few more minutes. We were both still incredibly turned on from playing with Desiree, as neither of us had cum. I didn't want to do anything else with her in the shower, though. She smiled at me, as if reading my mind. "I'll have to convince her to let me play with this again sometime soon," she said, rubbing a soap-filled washcloth over my cock. 

"I'm sure she'll agree, as long as she gets a piece of you first," I answered.

************

"So, I'm your girlfriend, huh?" Her voice was thick and sleepy, but I was pretty damn sure she was smiling when she answered the phone. I was cruising down Interstate 65, about halfway between Indianapolis and Louisville. 

"Kelly, I'm pretty sure most people answer the phone with 'Hi," or 'Hello,' or something like that."

"Brad, I'm pretty sure I'm not most people," she retorted. "Not only that, but I'm pretty sure you like that I'm not most people, and I'm also pretty sure you like the way I answer the phone."

"You're right," I answered. "I do like it, along with many other things."

"You didn't answer my question," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Right again," I replied. 

"Is that what we are?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I mean, I guess it's kind of hard to say you're my girlfriend when we've never met, but..." I trailed off.

"But, what?"

"I spend just about every waking moment thinking about you," I said. "And trust me, that's not an easy thing for me to say. Even if we'd met in person instead of over the phone, I can't imagine being any more into you than I am right now. If you weren't in the picture, I definitely would have taken that girl's virginity last night, and I definitely would have hooked up with Jenny again this morning. But neither situation felt right because of how I feel about you."

"You didn't do anything with Jenny?"

"Oh, I did some," I answered. "It was more of a tag-team partnership, really. She and I got Desiree off twice this morning. She was the cheerleader that was sitting in front of me at the concert, and she kinda hooked up with Jenny last night before she passed out."

"Aww," Kelly said. "I guess that means I wasn't her first girl."

"Sorry," I laughed. "Though, I think all they did was make out and use their fingers. Anyway, neither Jenny nor I came, and she got in the shower a little after I did. We talked a little, and we did kiss once, but that was it."

"Why?"

"I guess because I shared her with you," I said. "And as hot as she is, doing something with her without you would have felt a little strange. Not something I can explain easily."

"I see."

"Plus, I can tell she's a pretty special person," I said. "I don't think it would have happened, but there was a chance that she could have started to feel a little something for me, and I don't want to see anyone get hurt. "

"Aw, my Bradley is a little heartbreaker," she quipped.

"I'm trying very hard not to be," I answered.

"I know," she said. "That one was more than just sex, though, right? A little different than the others?"

"Of course," I said. "She and I both agreed that last night was intense. More than just your average casual sex. But Kelly, I knew it wouldn't have been anything more than just great sex without you being there. She did, too."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 11



"I agree," she replied. "Those were some of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. And I stopped counting at five or six, so I don't know if I've ever cum more than that in one night."

"I'll work on that," I said.

"I'm sure you will," she laughed. "What about everyone else? Did you guys just destroy the hotel?"

"Everyone else was still passed out when I left," I said. "I walked into the other two rooms, and there was just flesh everywhere. I didn't take a head count, so maybe one or two people had already left, but both guys were still there. We just left Desiree asleep on the bed. Clothes, shoes and purses were scattered everywhere."

"I bet," she said.

"Then I drove Jenny to her parents' house on the southeast side of Indy," I continued. "I figured it was the least I could do. Now I'm on the road."

"Nice," she said. "Evansville, right?"

"Yep, I'll be turning west in an hour or so," I replied. "Going to see my sister and her kids."

"Sure they'll enjoy terrorizing Uncle Brad."

"Nah, the boys are still young enough that I can embarrass them by pointing out all the cute girls in a store or a restaurant," I said. "They're still at the 'girls are yucky' phase."

"I'm glad you're not," she replied.

"Me too. I don't think I ever had that phase," I answered. "I came out of the womb making girls blush."

"That's why you're so good at it," Kelly said. "I was wondering how it was so easy for you."

"Are we stalling, Ms. Linton?" I asked. "Because I think it's story time."

I expected her to hesitate, but she surprised me.

"Ooh, goody," she said. "I may not have a social life like yours, but I do have friends and I do like to go out. I'm going out tonight, actually."

"Nice," I said. "But I don't know that that qualifies as something about yourself, really."

"Oh, there's more. Some new club just opened up downtown, and Sarah really wants to go check it out," she said. "I'm not much of a club person, but I absolutely love dancing."

"Yeah? You pretty good at it?" I asked.

"Been dancing since I was four," she said. "Ballet, tap, stuff like that when I was a kid. I was on the dance team in high school. I can dance for hours, and not even realize where the time has gone. Like I said, the environment at clubs is a real turn-off, but I just spend the entire night on the dance floor and it's ok."

That made me happier than she could imagine. Don't get me wrong -- I don't need a girl to be skinny. On the contrary, I preferred a girl like Jenny, who had some meat on her bones and some curves, to a girl like Desiree, who was lean and toned and would blow away in a stiff breeze. Still, whoever I decided to build a long-term life with was going to have to be able to keep up with me. If Kelly was a dancer her whole life, she was at least in shape.

"Well, that sounds fun," I said. "I'm not too good a dancer, but I have a little bit of rhythm. You'll have to teach me."

"I look forward to it," she said. "I'll have to come up with a whole incentive-based study program for you."

"That sounds promising," I said. "I don't mind having to earn your affections."

"I'll keep that in mind," she chuckled. "But besides the dancing, I'm really just looking forward to getting to see my friends. I don't get to hang out with them much anymore."

"Why don't you get to spend any time with them?"

"Work!" she exclaimed. "Have I even had a day off since we met?"

"Maybe one," I replied. 

"That'd be a miracle," she answered. "Plus... there are other things, too. Just family and life things, that make it difficult to drop everything and just go somewhere."

"Other things?" I asked. Now she had my curiosity piqued, too. "Like what?"

"Like..." she trailed off. "Like I'll tell you later."

"Uh uh," I said. "Out with it."

"Not with this, Brad," she countered. "You know I'm crazy about you, and I'm not going to lie to you. There are just some things you have to let me get to at my own pace, ok?"

I was pretty damn sure the other day that she was keeping something from me, and getting confirmation of it wasn't a huge thrill. I'd felt she was hedging a bit when we were talking about doctor's appointments, and now she was saying she had something that took up her time and prevented her from going out with friends. I wondered if she had a medical condition or something.

"You can trust me, Kelly," I said. "I'm never going to judge you. I want to know everything I can about you. Hell, after the things we talked about last night and just now, I need to know everything about you."

"You'll know everything that's important before we meet," she said. "Except what I look like, and you'll learn that as soon as we meet. Just, please... work with me."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Ok, Kelly. Just please, don't leave me in suspense too long."

"I won't," she replied. "I just need to work up to it."

I didn't say anything in response; I just kind of let it hang in the air.

"Brad, can I ask you a question?"

"Anything," I said. "And I will answer you truthfully."

"I know that," she said. "But this isn't really a fact-based question."

"Ok," I waited.

"If I asked you to do something specific with someone at some point before your trip ends, would that be going too far?"

Wow. 

"No, honey," I said. "We just tag-teamed a girl from two different time zones last night, baby. You make everything hotter. I know not everyone I meet is going to be okay with you being on the phone, but if I'm doing something that you've suggested or asked me to do, I'll still feel your presence a little."

"Thank you," she replied.

"You have anything specific in mind?"

"Yes," she answered. "Remember when we were talking about cherries the other day?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well.... I've never had anal sex."

Wow, again.

"I have, once or twice," I answered. "I promise I'll take my time."

"I know you will." I loved how it wasn't even a question. She would do it for me because I wanted her to, and she trusted that I would do it right. "But... you think you could do it with a girl you meet sometime in the next week?"

I'd thought about this, asking Kelly to choose something for me to do to a woman, and then following through on it and telling her all about it later. But I figured she might choose something like cumming on a girl's face, or sex in the car or something. I never imagined she'd choose this, and I never thought she'd suggest it without me asking.

"I'll try, babe," I said. "Not every girl likes having a pole shoved up her ass."

"Well, if I'm going to be one of the girls that does, I'd like you to find another one before that."

"Someone I can practice on, huh?"

"Exactly."

I heard a noise in the background, but couldn't exactly make out what it was. It didn't last more than a second before it stopped.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. "Somebody's car alarm was going off in the parking lot."

I didn't know what it was, but I knew what it wasn't, and I was pretty sure it wasn't a car alarm.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "Listen, let me get off the phone for a little bit. I have a couple things I need to do around the house before I go to work. What time will you be in Evansville?"

I knew she was trying to change the subject, but pushing her on things like this had proven fruitless in the past, and I doubted it would be different this time.

"About an hour and a half, give or take a red light or two."

"Hmm... that gives me enough time to take another picture for you."

I was still a little miffed about her dishonesty, but the idea of getting another picture of her perked me up a little bit.

"Oooh," I said. "That definitely sounds promising."

"I think you may have to give me one of your dick before too long," she said. "But the sooner I can get to the housework, the sooner I can bury my fingers in my pussy, get my pussy lips all nice and shiny for you..."

I damn near hung up on her.

"Go, go," I replied.

"I'm going," she said. After a pause, she added: "Boyfriend."

"Go, girlfriend."

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The picture turned out to be a great shot of her ass. It wasn't quite X-rated, but it was more than an R, too. She wore a pair of black lycra shorts, pulled down to expose as much of her asscheeks as possible but keep the naughty bits between her legs completely covered. It showed none of her face, none of her upper body and just a tiny bit of her upper thighs. 

I'd looked at that picture at least 50 times over the past 12 hours, and as I collapsed onto the queen-sized bed in my hotel room, I found myself staring at it again. Her fingertips rested lightly on her right ass cheek. I loved the contrast of her nails -- they were clipped close, but painted in a fancy purple and black pattern. Just one more thing about Kelly that I found fascinating.

I'd checked into the hotel room sometime after 3 p.m., just a few hours after I'd spoken to Kelly. Lea, my sister, was going through her second divorce, and her living situation was iffy at best. She was still living at her soon-to-be ex-husband's house, but he was volatile and unfriendly, and neither Lea nor I wanted me to be in the middle of that. All it would take was one cross word or one threat of violence, and I'd land myself in jail with assault charges. So, the Holiday Inn Express it was.

First, I'd had to do some homework. A quick call to my mom gave me a few pieces of information I needed about Kelly, and after a fair amount of online shopping, I had several shipments headed to Kelly's apartment in Idaho Falls, with another purchase to be made tomorrow and shipped Monday.

Next, I went into the bathroom, stared at the two pictures Kelly had sent me, and when my cock was fully hard, I snapped a few pictures of it. I sent one to Kelly, and had enough to send her another each day until I arrived. Fair was fair, after all.

After that, I pulled out my laptop and phone and caught up with a few of the people I'd met on the trip. First up was a quick text message to Perry, the bartender who'd helped me get my first two pieces of action in Oklahoma last weekend. Next, I e-mailed Belinda to see how my favorite "lesbian" couple was doing, followed by quick texts to Paul and Becky.

Sonya had popped into my mind during several lonely moments on the road, and I really wondered what her back story was. So, the next e-mail went to her, in hopes that she might be a little more forthcoming about the mysterious things she'd said when I dropped her off in Jackson.

I'd texted Scott a few times since I left Pensacola, but I hadn't talked to Stacy since I left. She'd told me she didn't text much, so a third e-mail went to her. I thanked her for showing me such a good time for the short period I was there, and encouraged her to keep hanging out and exploring herself with Scott and Lynette. Another text went to Kellen, congratulating him for a walk-off home run he'd hit the night before.

When I left Charleston, I was really okay with the fact that Beth hadn't left any way for me to keep in touch with her, but as the days had passed since, I regretted it. Sure, she was feisty and we hadn't really gotten along all that well prior to our heated coupling in the hotel. Still, my brain wouldn't let go of the idea that she was someone worth getting to know. So, I did the next best thing. I sent a text to Travis, the guy who'd hooked up with Beth's best friend. If anyone in the group knew how Beth was doing, it would probably be him.

I sent Adam a quick text to thank him for not unloading any of his weaponry on me after catching me half-naked in a hotel room with his sister and his ex-girlfriend. I followed by e-mailing Amber, reminding her that nothing we'd done that night was wrong. I invited her out to Idaho to catch up with the rest of the family.

The next e-mail went to Maria, just to thank her for last night. I told her I hoped she'd figure things out with Josh, but that I also hoped she wouldn't let him keep treating her the way he had. We might be friends, but I certainly didn't approve of the things he'd said to her yesterday at the Pirates game, and I mentioned to her that I might say exactly that when I met him again in a few days.

Finally, I finished with a few text messages to the key players in last night's insanity. I'd already given Jenny Kelly's number so they could text. I messaged Desiree, Miranda, Vicki, Sam and Houston. I figured I'd get a few stories of what went down last night after Jenny and I locked ourselves in my room, but mainly, I just wanted to make sure nobody had died or gotten themselves arrested.

I took a few moments to send some messages forward as well. Besides Josh, I was meeting a military buddy and another fantasy baseball friend in Chicago. I was meeting Russ and Chad and several other military friends from San Antonio in Colorado next weekend, as well. That would be my final stop before going back to Idaho and meeting Kelly.

Kelly called just as I was finishing up. She'd just finished at work, and we only talked for a few minutes when she got home, mostly to thank me profusely for the picture, before she needed to hang up and get ready to go out. I went to Lea's house to spend a little time with my niece and nephews.

My niece was just about a year old, and the boys were only 7 and 5, so it didn't take a lot to entertain them. I made silly faces at London, my niece, for half an hour, and had her smiling pretty cheekily at the end. I played cards with Jesse, my older nephew, and built a few dozen Lego walls with Warren, the younger nephew. 

Lea was just thankful for the break and took advantage of it to take a nap. Around 7, we dropped the kids off at the babysitter's house and headed out to a karaoke bar with Lea's friends. Her new boyfriend was there as well, though to a man he was just part of the group of friends. They weren't telling anyone about their relationship outside of their tight circle of friends and family. Lea's soon-to-be ex would have stalked him, threatened him and probably attempted to do something stupid.

Lea and I had sang karaoke together in our teens and even a few times while I was in the Corps, and we did the same that night. I sang a couple on my own and even teamed up with Lea's boyfriend, Dan, for a very strange white-boys-sing-Outkast version of 'The Way You Move.' 

One of my solo songs was 'One Week' by Barenaked Ladies. Crazy-ass song to do for karaoke, but I'd perfected it thanks to countless hours of drivers seat practice, and by perfected, I mean I dropped only a word or two per stanza. During the song, I noticed a girl staring at me and hanging on every word I sang. She was pretty thick, but she was cute, with curly blonde hair hanging just below her ears.

When my song was over, I headed back to our table near the bar, but the blonde intercepted me.

"How did you sing that so well?" she asked me.

"It's all in getting your lips to move fast enough," I replied. 

"You must be pretty good with your mouth, then," she smirked.

"You have no idea," I grinned, thinking this was going to be another easy score, and silently thankful that I wasn't staying at my sister's house. She came and sat with us at our table for a few minutes before taking a bathroom break.

"Uh, dude?" Dan said when she was out of earshot.

"Yeah?"

"You sure about that girl?" he asked.

"I've been talking to her for about four seconds, Dan," I answered. "So, no. But tell me, how sure does one have to be before having a one-night stand?"

That got a round of laughs from the table.

"Some guy has been hanging all over her all night, Brad," Lea said. "Back there near the pool tables."

"Ah," I said. As if clockwork, my jaw started throbbing, a not-so-subtle reminder of what happened the last time I got involved in something like this. "This should be interesting."

But it wasn't. The girl emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, and when she started walking back toward my table, a big guy with curly red hair intercepted her. He was a couple inches shorter than me, but he probably had me by about 75 pounds. I figured I could probably take him, but a little one-night fling wasn't worth it.

"Who the fuck is that guy?" he shouted. It didn't get the entire bar's attention, but everyone within 20 feet turned to look at them.

"Just some guy I met at the bar," she said.

"And you went back to his table," he replied. It wasn't a question. He put his arm around her and walked her away from where we were sitting. He wasn't forceful about it -- I might have had to put a stop to it if he had been -- but she went nonetheless. When he wasn't looking, she looked over at me with an apologetic smile. I just smiled back.

And that was it for the night. I talked to another couple of girls, but no one really caught my eye, and no one else tried to launch themselves at me like the blonde had. Around 11 p.m., we settled our tab, and after making plans for the next day, I got in my car and headed to the hotel.

For the first time since my first night on Scott's couch in Florida, I was going to bed by myself. And honestly, I was more than ok with that. My body could use the break after the crazy night I'd had in Indianapolis, and really, I didn't mind some alone time with Kelly.

First she had to get home, though. She wasn't planning on staying out late, but she was an hour behind me. I'd told her to call me when she got home, because I didn't want to bother her during her night out. We'd texted a few times while she was at the club, but all we'd done the past hour and a half is exchange 'I miss you' texts.

So, I took a bottle of Jack Daniels from my travel bag and poured a shot before settling down to watch SportsCenter. Right after I finished watching highlights of Chipper Jones hitting a 3-run walk-off homer against the Astros, my phone rang.

"How many boys did you tease and then leave hanging tonight, huh?" I answered after checking the caller ID to be sure it was her. 

"A few," she giggled. "Trying to copy me, answering the phone all sexy sounding?"

"I could never measure up," I answered. "Not even close."

"You have any fun tonight?" she asked. 

"Fun? Yes," I started. "But the kind of fun you're thinking, no."

"Aww, what happened?" 

I gave her the details of my night. "It's really not a big deal, Kelly. I mean, seriously, I've gotten some form of action every day I've been on this trip, and I think there've only been two days I didn't actually fuck someone. I can't even count today, because of this morning with Desiree. There is no man on Earth who would have sympathy for me."

"You promise it's not because you just want to get back here and you're not trying anymore?"

"Kelly, I never really tried that hard in the first place," I reasoned. "I'm a nice guy, I'm not shy, and I make friends easily. I don't have a problem telling a woman I'm interested if I am, but I don't go out looking for women I want to sleep with. Granted, I did have to recruit a couple of wingmen to help me out last night, but that's only because I'm too young for Viagra."

She laughed. Hard. Almost too hard, I thought.

"It was funny, Kelly, but it wasn't that funny."

"I know," she answered. "I need to tell you something."

"Anything," I said. "Is this what you were holding back earlier?"

"No," she said. "Something else."

I waited silently.

"Shit," she said. "I really should have thought this through better."

"Kelly, just spit it out already," I said. "You're going to drive yourself crazy. Just tell me. It'll be okay."

"You promise?"

"Yes."

"Even if I tell you that I didn't leave every boy I teased tonight hanging?"

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I'd never really experienced it before, but I immediately recognized it. I tried to stop it, but I laughed into the phone.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 11



"What?" she asked.

I didn't really want to tell her, but I knew I had no right to lecture her about being open and forthcoming with me if I wasn't going to do the same. "I'm jealous," I said. "My stomach turned when you told me that."

"Oh, wow," she said. She started stuttering a little. "I'm... I'm sorry, baby. I.. guess I should have asked you first. I just assumed--"

"No, you shouldn't have, Kelly," I said. "Stop apologizing. I mean, a heads up wouldn't have been the worst thing, but really, I have no right."

"You're my boyfriend, remember?" she said. "Of course you have a right."

"Do you get jealous every time I tell you about a girl?"

I thought I already knew her answer. I was wrong.

"Of course, Brad!" she exclaimed. "God, I get all angsty and butterflied out every time you do something with someone else. But I know I have no right to be jealous over it, so I deal with it."

"How?"

"How do you think, dummy?" she laughed, sounding incredulous now. "I make you tell me all about it, each and every time. I make you give me twice as many orgasms as you give whoever it is, and generally I make you cum again before you're through telling me. And I know I've slipped a couple nights, but I always try to make sure I'm the last girl who cums for you every day."

I didn't really know what to say.

"I didn't lie when I said it turns me on," she said. "It does, Brad. Knowing how many women want you, and knowing you will hopefully want me when we meet.. that's a huge turn-on for me. You know what you're doing, too, and you have a fucking awesome imagination. It's never boring. I get jealous because I wish I was there with you, and I know whatever orgasm I give myself pales in comparison to what you'd give me if I were there, and what you'll give me next week."

Yeah, it bothered me. I'm human. But I knew I wasn't going to lose her over it, just like she knew that every time I told her about my exploits. So, I made the only decision I could make.

"So, tell me then," I said.

"I was just so fucking horny when I went out tonight, thinking about you all day, and... what?"

"I said, tell me about it."

"You want to hear?" Kelly asked, doubt in her voice.

"Of course, Kelly," I replied. "It's absolutely not fair that I've gotten to have my fun the last few days and all you've gotten to do is hear about it. You deserved to have a good time tonight, and now it's my turn to get off listening to your adventures."

"Ooh, you're gonna jerk off for me, huh?" she mewled, and my cock instantly went from happily napping to take-the-hill mode. 

"Jesus, Kelly," I said. "You fucking get to me."

"You get to me, too," she said. "You've been getting to me ever since I first picked up the phone in your mom's office last week, and you were getting to me all day. I was so turned on just thinking about what we did last night, that I had to finger myself in the shower just to calm down before I got dressed."

"Wish I could have seen that," I said.

"You will, baby, trust me."

"What did you wear?"

She laughed. "I wore a neon yellow scoop top, low enough to show myself off but not so much that anyone thought I had an hourly rate. A black skirt that comes about halfway up my thighs. A lemon-colored bra I bought at Victoria's Secret the day we first talked, and black lacy panties."

"I bet you looked fucking fantastic."

"I did. So, I drove over to my best friend Robin's house. My other best friend, Sarah, was already there, so Robin drove us down to this new club, Rattlesnake, right down by the river. Robin has a boyfriend, but Sarah is always trolling for guys. I made it clear I just wanted to dance a lot and drink a little."

"They weren't trying to play matchmaker with you?"

"Oh, no," she answered. "They both know about you vaguely. They know I'm talking to someone and am very interested in him, but I haven't told them specifics yet."

"Ok," I answered. "So, the club?"

"It's a pretty nice club," she said. "Amazing for Idaho Falls standards."

"I'll have to take you sometime," I said.

"We can have your first dance lesson there," she joked.

"I think I'd prefer my dance lessons to be a little more private and little less clothed," I quipped.

"God, you're so naughty," she laughed. "One of the things I like about you. Anyway, it was already pretty full by 8:30, but Sarah managed to talk some guy out of a table near the dance floor, and started dancing immediately."

"What were you drinking?" I asked.

"A screwdriver," Kelly replied. "I don't know alcohol very well, but Robin likes it, and she's the only one who could actually buy drinks. It tasted pretty good."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said. "Keep going."

"I guess I should describe my friends to you. You'd really like Robin. She's really thin, fits into a size 2 dress, she has long blond hair and she's really, really pretty."

"Meh," I scoffed. "Sounds breakable."

"Well, for you, yes," she answered. "You'd probably break most girls. Her boyfriend is kind of a pansy in bed though."

"Shame on him," I said.

"Sarah is actually more your type, probably," she said. "I know how you love redheads."

"Hey, brown hair is my favorite," I said. "And I'm not just saying that because you're a brunette. The most attractive women I've met so far on this trip have been redheads, but brunettes are more my thing. Always have been."

"Good to know," she said. "But Sarah has big tits, like D-cups, and she's a little bigger than most girls, I guess. But she has these crazy green eyes that lock onto a man and don't leave him alone. She has way more success with men than Robin and I combined, even when Robin was single."

"Well, you apparently had a little bit of success," I said.

"Getting there," she said. "Anyway, we got hit on by just about every guy in the place, but Robin and I were ignoring them, so Sarah pretty much had her pick. When she'd chosen the two or three that made her final list, a couple of the unlucky ones drifted over to Robin and I."

"Nice, you got her rejects," I said.

"Well, she goes for different things than I do, so that wasn't all bad. She likes bald guys with a lot of piercings and tattoos, and I don't really go for that. I have a tattoo, so I don't really mind two or three, but I'm talking a dozen or more. That's what she likes."

I'd have to ask about this tattoo thing later. 

"So, I'm guessing the guys that came over to you and Robin weren't that type."

"No. And we didn't even pay them any attention at first. We don't care who dances with us as long as they don't get really physical. We mostly ignore everyone else and just dance with each other. But they offered to buy us drinks, so..."

"You're not stupid," I reasoned. "Some guy wants to spend his money on a drink for a girl he's never going to get with, no reason not to let him, right?"

"Exactly what I thought," she said. "For a drink, I figured the least I could do was give him a little attention. So we danced together a few times, and he was actually kind of cute. He wasn't shy, but he wasn't throwing himself at me, either."

"So what changed?" I asked.

"Robin got tired and sat down, leaving just me and him out there."

"Does this him have a name?"

"You really want to know it?"

"You going to see him again?"

"Brad, of course not!"

"Then what does it matter if I know his name?"

She took a breath and sighed. "Aaron."

"Ok, so Aaron finally grew a penis and got frisky?"

Kelly laughed. I could make entire playlists of that sound.

"Not exactly... but his penis did start growing."

"How so?"

"Well, I told him right up front I just wanted to dance, and he was being respectful. But they played something fast, and he was dancing behind me, holding my hips, and... he started poking me."

"I'm surprised it took him that long."

"And once I felt his cock against my ass... I started getting wet. I imagined you being there with me. You would hike up my skirt a little until you could press your cock against my naked ass cheeks, cop more than a few feels of my tits under my shirt, and then.. I'd find a quiet alley out back where I could fuck your brains out. I swear, if he'd been touching me at all, I'd have cum just from the thought of fucking you in public like that."

"So..." I trailed off.

"I've just been so fucking horny these past few days, Brad," she complained. "I really didn't want to hurt you, but you've been able to get something to take the edge off. All I've had are my fingers and toys, and... I just wanted the real thing. Just this once."

"I understand that," I said. "Now, I have a raging hard-on, and you're stalling."

"Are you stroking it for me?" she asked, slipping right back into uber-sex mode. I was starting to get used to that, but she made the shift so seamlessly that sometimes it still caught me by surprise.

"Not yet," I said. "You haven't told me about anything but some dancing. I'm hard because I'd be hard if you were reading me stock reports."

"You're so sweet," she said. "So, anyway, we dance a few more songs, my pussy getting wetter and wetter the whole time. I know I've soaked through my panties, and I'm half amazed neither of us has slipped in the puddle I'm sure is forming on the dance floor. Then the DJ switched to a slow song, and I really didn't want to dance to it. Not with him, anyway."

"Why not?"

"Kinda like your thing last night with that girl's virginity," she said. "There are some things I want to keep for us."

"I agree," I said. "So, instead you..."

"I told him it was time to go," she giggled. "I went back over to the table, convinced Robin to let me use the spare bedroom in her apartment, and took her keys."

"Who drove?"

"I made him," she said. "And on the way there, I told him he was driving so that he would have a way of leaving right after we were done. I told him if he had a problem with that, we could go back to the club."

"But he's a guy, so he didn't."

"Not so much, no," she said. "I somehow managed to wait until we got to the bedroom to do anything, but the clothes started flying the minute the door closed."

"Ooh," I said. "The good part."

"It was pretty good, I will admit," she said. "It was the most casual sex I've ever had. We didn't kiss, and we hardly talked at all."

"Sounds pretty boring," I said. "I understand not kissing, I guess, but why no talking."

"Because every time something felt good, I wanted to scream out your name, not his," she said. "I figured the less words I said, the less chance I'd do that and hurt his feelings."

"You're such a caring lover," I joked.

"I was using him, Brad," she said. "I knew that, and I think he probably kinda knew it, too."

"Please tell me you didn't just get yours and leave the poor guy hanging," I said. "I've heard of so many men who do that shit since I've been on this trip, and I think it's just as bad when women do it."

"Oh, no, honey," she said. "He came more than I did, actually."

"Something that will never happen with me," I stated. "But tell me about it."

"Well, first, I pushed him down on the bed and went to work on his cock for a few minutes," she said. "I know how big you are from the pictures. He's not as big as you, but he wasn't at all little. I'll probably struggle to get you completely into my mouth at first. His took a little work, but I had it down my throat in a few minutes."

"Lucky mother fucker," I replied. "Did he shoot it right then?"

I was envisioning her doing just that to me. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't last too long, either.

"Not right then, but not long after," she said. "I pulled out and made him shoot it on my tits."

"I thought you swallowed," I said, though the imagery of her chest covered with cum made my arm speed up slightly.

"I do," she said. "For my boyfriend."

"Fuck, Kelly," I said, shuddering. "I just about came right there."

"Oh, no you don't," she said. "You will, and I'll be right there with you. But not yet."

"Fine, fine," I said. "So, what then?"

"Well, I used my bra to clean his cum off my chest while he licked my pussy."

"Did he make you cum on his tongue, baby?"

"Unfortunately, no," she said. "And it wasn't really his fault, either. He insisted on returning the favor, and just like men, no self-respecting woman turns down a chance to have someone go down on her. But I just couldn't get into it. I really just wanted him to scratch an itch for me, and his tongue wasn't long enough."

"Such a shame," I said. "I think I'll have to tie you up sometime soon. Spread your legs open and use nothing but my tongue, my lips, and occasionally a finger until you've cum for me at least, oh, I don't know... seven times?"

"SEVEN?" she shouted.

"You're right," I agreed. "An even 10 it is."

"Fuck, Brad," she gasped. "You might kill me."

"Maybe," I said. "But there are worse ways to go, right?"

"Jesus," she said. "I've never cum more than a couple times from a guy's tongue."

"I've said this before, and I'm sure I'll say it again, babe," I said. "You haven't been with the right guys."

"I know, I know," she said. "You sure do tease a lot for someone who isn't coming home for another week. Anyway, I stopped him after a while and rolled onto my side. He got the picture and slid up behind me. It took him a second to get a condom on, but after that, he just fucked me."

"Just like that, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "He seemed like he'd be more gentle, slower about it, but he really pounded me. Harder than I've been fucked in a long, long time."

"Uh huh," I scoffed.

"Oh, I know you'll do better, baby," she purred. "But I needed a little fix, and I was glad he didn't go easy on me. I wanted it hard and rough, and he gave it to me."

"I wish I was giving it to you right now," I said. I wasn't too far from cumming.

"I wish that, too," she said. "My fingers were mauling my clit while he fucked me. He had pretty good stamina, too. I think we fucked for 15, maybe even 20 minutes."

"That's fairly respectable, yeah," I answered. 

"I finally came after a while, but I just screamed into the pillow. It was the only way I could say your name without him realizing it."

Wait.. had she just told me she screamed out my name while cumming on another guy's cock?

"He fucked me good and hard for another few minutes before he came inside me, in the condom, of course."

"Hold on," I said. My brain hadn't moved past it yet. "You screamed out my name while you came on another guy's cock?"

"Yeah," she said somewhat sheepishly. "Is that okay?"

"More than ok, Kelly," I said. "That's one of the hottest fucking things I've ever heard."

"I'm glad you like," she said. I could almost see the smile on her face. "Anyway, he went into the bathroom and washed up. When he was done, he asked for my number, but I told him I was seeing someone. I told him you were okay with what we'd done, thought I really wasn't totally sure you would be, honestly. He answered by saying to tell you thanks."

"Funny."

"He does owe you some thanks, Brad, but not for the reason he thinks," she said. "The whole time I was with him, I was thinking about you. Imagining it was your cock in my mouth, your tongue on my clit, your hands on my tits while you fucked me. The only reason I was horny enough to take him home is because I've been thinking about you constantly."

"Hmm," I said. "If you see him, tell him I said you're welcome."

She giggled again, and somehow, my cock got even harder.

"Anyway, he left, and I drove home."

"Why did you take him to Robin's place, anyway?"

"I didn't want him to know where I live," she said. "In case he decided he couldn't get enough."

"Good call," I said. "I know I couldn't."

"Well, if it was you, we'd probably still be in Robin's apartment," she said. The tone of her voice had shifted again.

"Not probably," I said. "Except, we'd have left the bedroom."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm thinking the kitchen floor."

"You'd have me flat on my back in front of the stove, legs raised up, pounding me into that cold, hard tile. Give Robin a nice surprise when she got home."

"Show her a little of what her boyfriend doesn't give her."

"Fuck, Brad," she said. "Your voice gets me so hot."

"Hell, I've been ready to cum for a few minutes now. I've hardly touched myself the last little bit here."

"What are you waiting for?"

"You."

"Almost, baby," she said. 

"I wanna go back to this club," I said. I wrapped my hand around my cock, but I didn't dare move it. "You wanted to take me into a quiet alley, but I wouldn't even care if it was quiet. People could be around, just a few feet from us, and I wouldn't care. I'd lift that little skirt up, push your panties out of the way, and slide my cock up inside you right there. To anyone else, it would just look like I was leaning on you against the wall."

"Oh, fuck," she gasped. I knew she was right on the edge.

"Of course, we can't be going around getting arrested," I said. "So, when I knew you were about to squirt your delicious juices all over my cock, I'd have to clamp my hand down over your mouth, and--"

That did it for her. She screamed obscenities into the phone as she came, and all I needed was two strokes of my fist to be right there with her. I unloaded spurt after spurt of hot cum onto my stomach and chest as I listened to her rock and roll through the waves of her orgasm.

"Did you cum for me?" Kelly asked, her breathing ragged.

"Very much so," I replied. "I don't even have to ask if you did. The neighbors might, though."

She laughed again. "I just wish I'd talked to you about it before I decided to do it."

"You could have," I agreed. "But it wasn't like you had a lot of time to do that. Sounds like it was a pretty snap decision, baby. My answer would have been the same. Hell, you might have had more fun if you weren't worried about what I would say."

"Maybe," she said. "I'm just so glad you're not mad at me."

"How could I be?" I asked. "I am curious about something though. You said I'm your boyfriend, so of course I have the right to be mad. Then you said you didn't have the right to be mad. You're my girlfriend, so, why not?"

"Because, Brad," she explained. "We had that agreement from the very beginning. It was one of the conditions of us continuing to talk to each other. You do whatever you want, just be safe and tell me all about it. You and I never had that agreement with me, and I didn't decide to sleep with the guy until after you'd called me your girlfriend. It's different."

Weird logic, but I guess it made sense.

"Ok," I said. "I get that. But Kelly? Any time you want to do anything between now and the time I get home, you can."

"I won't. I just needed this one, to take the edge off."

"Do or don't. Until I get back, you have my permission, ok?"

"Thank you," she said. "Brad?"

"Yeah?"

"Promise you'll have a story for me tomorrow? I like your voice way better than I like mine, and I like rubbing my pussy and cumming all over myself while you talk dirty to me. Please?"

I told her I would certainly try.

"You know we get to see each other a week from tomorrow, right?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"Are you nervous?" I asked.

"A little," she admitted. "There's a small part of me that's mortally afraid that all this is just fun on the phone, and when we meet, there won't be any kind of spark or connection."

"I understand," I replied. "I have it, too."

"What's your bigger part say?" she asked.

"That there's no way we can have the level of conversations we have, the heat we have with each other, and there not be at least a little something when we meet for real."

"Me, too."

We didn't say a whole lot else to each other that night. At some point she fell asleep, and I did, too.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 11



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Brad's Road Trip Ch. 12



 Note: This is the 12th chapter in what will be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-11, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader for helping me clean it up. 

As it's been more than a year since I posted on this series, I've included a brief recap of the events up to this point, near the beginning of the story. If you're new to the series and don't want to go back and read the earlier chapters, the recap will provide a very basic nutshell (though you should go back and read)! For those who are caught up, it'll provide a little memory jogger since it's been a while.

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Day 11
Sunday, June 22
Evansville, IN

I'd been looking forward to this confrontation for a while.

I woke up at 9 a.m. with no plans until after noon. So, I grabbed a blue Braves T-shirt and gray workout shorts out of my duffel bag and suited up. 

I hadn't been on a good long run since Wednesday morning in Charleston. Oh, I'd had plenty of exercise since then -- first that evening in Sumter with Amber and Tracy, then Thursday night in Pittsburgh with Maria, and then the all-night marathon on Friday, which spilled into Saturday morning. 

Running was different. Most Marines learn to hate PT for the sake of PT. Put us on a fake battlefield for simulated war games, give us an obstacle course to navigate, or put us on opposite sides of a field with a football in between, and we'll sweat for hours. But working out just to work out wasn't something most of us embraced. I hadn't either, except when it came to running.

I knew it had major positive benefits physically, and yes, I loved getting that 'runner's high' boost of adrenaline and endorphins. But more than that, running gave me time to get refocused on life and clear my brain. It gave me time to argue with myself, and right now, a major showdown was brewing.

The pretty brunette at the front desk told me about a high school with a track just down the road, so I jogged to it. I did a little stretching, fired up a playlist full of Saliva, and finally started my run.

Before I could do any serious soul-searching, I took a few minutes to replay the events of the past few days. Just 10 days ago, I was leaving San Antonio, Texas, embarking on a road trip that would signify my transition from active duty Marine to private-sector civilian. It had been an epic trip so far, surpassing all my wildest fantasies with a week more still to go.

My first stop had been Tulsa, Oklahoma, for a country music festival. Besides three straight days of great music, I'd had sex with three girls and fooled around with a couple others. I'd been the meat in a lesbian sandwich, and I'd slept with the hottest redhead I'd ever met, right before hooking her up with a guy she should have been with for a long time. 

Next was Pensacola, Florida, to hang out with my best friend for a couple days. On the way, I'd offered a ride to a pretty stranger and was rewarded with a show (starring her favorite blue vibrator) followed by a mind-numbing blowjob. Once in Florida, I'd watched a minor league baseball player hit four grand slams in a single game. Later that night, I was in a foursome with my best friend, his girlfriend, and a girl I'd picked up at a bar. 

My next stop was in Charleston, South Carolina, where I'd turned an obnoxious, loudmouth blonde into my sex slave for the night. A few miles up the road in Sumter, I'd had a threesome with two girls I met at a bar. One of them was a cousin I hadn't seen in more than 12 years, a fact we'd thankfully figured out right before we crossed the line.

In Pittsburgh, I'd watched a Pirates game and made a bet with a friend -- a bet he won by tricking his girlfriend into fucking me. The following night in Indianapolis, I engaged in an epic 13-person orgy with a bunch of people I met at a Brooks & Dunn concert. The night ended with one of the hottest experiences I'd ever had -- fucking one of the drop-dead gorgeous girls I'd met at the concert while she talked to my girlfriend on the phone.

Ah, Kelly. Boyfriend and girlfriend might be strong words for two people who'd never met, but she was already the best thing that had ever happened to me. We talked for the first time the day before I left San Antonio and ended the night with phone sex that had been hotter than most of the real sex I'd had. 

We'd talked at least three times a day ever since, and though I thought that might get old after a few days, I was finding that I wanted even more. On my first day of driving, she'd told me she wanted me to have as much sex as I could on my trip, provided that I share every scintillating detail with her afterward. She wanted me to take her anal cherry when I got back to Idaho, but she wanted me to practice first on a girl I met on my trip, something I had yet to do. In addition to the night in Indianapolis, she'd listened in on one other occasion, when I fucked the girl I met in Pensacola right before we fell asleep. 

Last night was the first night I hadn't done something with a girl since I left Texas, but she'd filled the gap by going out with her friends and finding a guy to bring home for quick, casual sex, then telling me all about it. She thought I'd be mad at her -- after all, the deal was that I could do anything I wanted, but we never talked about her doing it. It would have been ultra hypocritical for me to be upset about it, though, and the fact that she was so honest with me about it made my feelings for her that much stronger.

Outside of sex, we had a ton in common. We liked the same styles of music, loved traveling, and had dreams of bigger things than our current lots in life -- for her, as an assistant manager at a Taco Bell in Idaho, and for me, as a soon-to-be college sophomore with no job. We were both very tight with our family, and she was open to being as much of a sports fan as I was. We had a pact that we'd share some non-sexual detail about ourselves on alternating days. In fact, today was my turn. I had no idea what I'd tell her, but something usually came out during the course of us talking. She had some kind of secret I could tell she was reluctant to tell me, but she promised that if I gave her time, she would. 

The only thing I didn't know and that she had no intentions of telling me until we met was what she looked like. She wanted to keep something as a mystery for when we met. At first, I was pretty nervous about that -- the only reason she'd want to keep that a secret was if she thought I wouldn't find her attractive. She'd told me she was a dancer, though, so I knew she had to have a pretty decent body, and my mom (who'd been responsible for us meeting) told me she was a very pretty girl. I was also aggravated because she didn't have to wonder what I looked like -- she'd seen a picture of me sitting on my mom's desk the first time we talked. Still, as I learned more about her and got closer to meeting her, I found myself worrying less and less about her physical appearance. I was so into everything else about her, that I was pretty sure I wouldn't really care what she looked like when we met.

Which brought me back around to the heavyweight title fight brewing in my head: the person I was before this road trip started vs. the person I was becoming as each mile clicked by.

Simply put, it was a blowout.

I thought that once I took the time to really consider what was going on, I would start doubting whether everything with Kelly could be real; that I would realize that no matter how strong a connection is over the phone, it means nothing until you meet someone in person. I'd begin to question whether I was even ready for a real girlfriend. The old me would start to talk about the happy, carefree, unattached lifestyle I'd been living my whole adult life, and the new me would counter with how I'd never felt this way about anyone before, and I'd end up conflicted.

Instead, any train of thought I got on ended in the same place, and since it was the same place I'd been going all week, I knew it well:

Next weekend couldn't come soon enough. 

Yeah, I knew Kelly was keeping something from me. Maybe even more than just one thing. But I knew she'd tell me everything soon enough. What she'd done last night could have destroyed everything we'd built over the past two weeks, but her honesty and willingness to share it with me just made me want her that much more. 

There were no nerves, no angsty butterflies, no pangs of doubt, and no traces of guilt. There was just giddiness and excited anticipation at what would happen when I got home next Sunday evening. 

Sure, I was determined to enjoy the rest of my road trip. I had two more baseball games to hit and one more country music festival to attend, as well as several friends to catch up with. It was going to be one hell of a journey, but I was very much looking forward to reaching my destination.

The new me won with a first-round knockout.

I have no idea how many laps I turned around that track or how many miles I logged, but I ran for nearly an hour in the hot June mid-morning sun. My shirt was soaked through with sweat, but I felt better than I had in days.

The same clerk smiled at me as I walked through the lobby on my way back in. I spent about 20 minutes under the spray of a scalding hot shower, then took a few minutes to shave. The bruises on my face, physical reminders of the epic blast I'd had in Indianapolis, were still visible but starting to fade a little. 

I started getting dressed to go and meet my sister at the local mall. I wanted to take her on a little shopping spree to take her mind off things, and there were a couple items I needed to purchase as well.

Right about then, all hell broke loose. 

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"What in the hell happened?" Lea asked, rushing into the police station and finding me sitting in a waiting area near the front. She wrapped me in a hug when I stood up.

"Your husband happened," I answered.

"Where the fuck is that worthless bastard?" she yelled, drawing the attention of several of Evansville's finest. I put a hand on her shoulder and gently lowered her into the chair next to me.

"Relax, Lea," I said. "He's in the hospital."

"What?" she sputtered. That was the last thing she was expecting me to say. "Why is he in the fucking hospital?"

"Apparently, that's where I put him."

She smiled for the first time since she'd arrived. "Tell me."

I was shirtless and just buttoning up my cargo shorts when the pounding had started on my hotel room door. Lea and her boyfriend Daniel were the only ones who knew where I was staying, but Daniel was at work and Lea and I were supposed to meet up in a few minutes, so I had no idea what to expect when I peered through the peephole. I was shocked when I opened the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" a man shouted at me from the hallway.

"Roy?" I asked. "This is my hotel room, and I'm getting dressed. That's what I'm doing. What the fuck are you doing?"

My sister's ex used to be one of my favorite people, back when they first got married. He'd shown his true colors over the years, though, and he'd turned out to be a selfish, hateful prick full of demands and double-standards. Worse than that, he'd cheated on her multiple times, and he had a hair-trigger temper and a propensity to get violent. I didn't want to stay at the house he and Lea still shared while the divorce was finalizing, for fear that he would threaten my sister and I would beat him to death. But standing there, fuming in the hallway, it looked like we were going to have our little showdown anyway.

"You're taking that bitch to go buy lingerie?"

My blood boiled, but I tried to stay cool. 

"Roy, call my sister a bitch one more time," I said calmly. "Please."

"Why are you doing that, Brad?" he asked. He'd ignored my last statement, but I noticed he didn't call her any names this time.

"Because it's a free country," I replied. "And after five years of being married to your cheap, lying, cheating ass, I figured she could use a little something to make her feel sexy again."

"You're her brother," he said. "That's gross."

"I didn't say I was going to watch her try it on," I said. "Just going to pay for it after she picks it out. What the fuck do you care, anyway? Isn't there some Waffle House waitress you could be bending over a deep fryer?"

He grimaced, but again chose to ignore me. Lea didn't know how many other women there were, but the first one she'd found out about was a bartender at Applebee's. So, I embellished a little.

"How the fuck did you find out where I'm staying? And hell, how did you know where we're going today? I know she didn't tell you."

"She sent an e-mail to that piece of shit she's fucking behind my back," he replied.

"You hacked her damned e-mail?" I asked, getting incredulous now. He'd been shouting from the beginning, and my voice was growing louder each time I opened my mouth. We'd started to attract an audience, too -- there were maybe 3 or 4 people staring at us a ways down the hall.

"So what?" he retorted. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I did no such thing. "Look, Brad," he continued. "I know it's been a while since you and Lea have seen each other, and I know you want to spend time with her. She's been looking forward to your visit for a long time. That's all well and good."

"I'm glad we have your fucking approval," I spat out sarcastically.

"But if you buy her that stuff, she's not going to wear it for her husband," he said. "She's going to wear it for her low-life piece of shit boyfriend, the guy who's stealing her away from me. I know you met him last night, so you know that. Why would you do that?"

I just rolled my eyes dramatically and shook my head.

"What?"

"I can't believe I ever thought you were a good guy," I said. "There's a line about throwing stones and glass houses, Roy. You don't have the right to call anybody a piece of shit. How many women have you fucked behind my sister's back, Roy? How many? How many things have you thrown at her? How many times have you threatened to hurt my nephews if she doesn't do exactly what you want?"

I was yelling now. There were about 10 people watching, including the brunette from the front desk.

"If you really want Lea back, then go ahead and try to get her back," I said, trying to lower my voice a little. "She's not that stupid, and even if she was, she'd have a long line of people trying to talk her out of it. I'd be right up at the front. In the meantime, you don't get to tell me how to spend my money, and you don't get to tell me what I'm allowed to do with my sister."

His face was flushed with anger, and his fists were clenching and unclenching rapidly. It was time to get out of this before it escalated.

"Now, I've very much enjoyed displaying my six-pack to everyone in the hotel this morning," I said. "Especially the hotel clerk over there. She's pretty hot, so I appreciate you helping me get her attention. But you never should have come here, Roy, and now it's time for you to leave."

I shut the door, but before it closed, he stuck his foot in to block it. 

"Roy, move your foot."

"Not until you tell me you won't buy her that shit."

"Roy," I said, getting even more calm. "I would advise you to move your foot."

"You going to buy her that stuff?"

"Roy, one last time," I said, in the tone of voice you'd use with a 4-year-old learning his ABCs and constantly skipping over a letter. "Please move your foot so I can shut the door."

"No," he said simply. The spark had traveled slowly up the cord ever since he'd showed up, and now it had reached the fuse. I pulled the door back, and before he could come into the room, I slammed it back forcefully, right into his foot.

"Mother fucker!" he shouted, pulling his foot away and staggering back into the hallway. He collapsed like a sack of potatoes when he tried to put weight on the foot. He looked up at me, his face full of rage, and I could tell what he was going to do next. So, as he started to get up, I let the door go. He charged full speed ahead at me, and the door closed just in time for him to smack right into it.

I was going to leave it alone and finish getting dressed now that my door was closed. But I heard another voice shout in the hallway, and when I opened the door again, there was another guy sitting on the ground with a stunned look on his face.

"What the fuck happened?" I asked no one in particular.

"Your friend there stumbled back after he hit the door," the hotel clerk said, walking over to me. The nameplate on her shirt said Ellie. "He ran straight into another guest," she continued, motioning toward the second man, "who hit his head on the fire extinguisher case on the wall."

"Fuck," I said, crouching next to the second guy. "You alright, man?"

"Yeah," he said. "I'll have a nice knot on my head, but other than that, I'm good."

"I'm going to call the police," Ellie said.

"I don't know if you need to do that," I said. 

"It's company policy," she said, looking a little wary.

"I figured as much, but it was my room, so technically, he's trespassing against me. If he'll just get the hell out of here, I'll drop it," I said. Then, turning to the second man, I added, "Unless you want to press charges." He just waved me off.

"Well..." Ellie said, trailing off as she pondered it.

"Fuck that," Roy groaned, still in a heap on the floor. "If she doesn't, I'm calling the cops. I'm pressing charges against you for assault!"

I rolled my eyes. So did Ellie, the other guy on the floor, and most everyone else who had gathered in the hallway. Ellie and I lifted the second guy up to his feet, and when we let go, I felt the back of her forearm brush against my abs. I tossed her a look, and though she didn't return it, she had a big smile on her face. 

"So, an hour and a half later, I'm here," I said to Lea. "Ellie, the clerk from the hotel, is somewhere back there giving her statement. Jim, the guy Roy shoved into the wall, gave his first and left already. The cops took Roy to the hospital for his foot, and I assume they got his statement there."

"How did you get here?" Lea asked. A dark cloud descended onto her face. "Oh, no. They didn't arrest you, did they?"

"No," I said. "They might have if I'd tried to resist coming to the station, but I came willingly. They told Ellie to come too, so she drove me in her car."

"Are the cops going to charge you with anything?" Lea asked.

"I doubt it," I said. "Ellie showed them video footage of what happened. I mean, I did push the door against his foot -- which is broken, by the way -- but he was trying to forcefully enter my room. I'm not sure if they'll consider it my property, since I was renting it for the night, or the hotel's, since they own it. But if someone tries to break into your house, you don't normally get arrested for stopping them from entering unless you use excessive force."

"Roy probably will press charges, the fucking coward."

"Eh, I have 10 witnesses that will say I only got physical when he tried to break into my room, and even then, I only used force to keep him out. He was being loud and belligerent, and most everyone heard me talk about all the things he'd done to you, Lea. I don't think he's gonna get much sympathy."

Ellie walked out of an office then. This was the first chance I'd had to really look at her. The first two times I'd seen her I was jogging through the lobby, and the third time, I was too busy tearing my brother a new asshole to really look at her. 

She was maybe a year or two out of school, certainly no older than 21. She stood 5'4" at the tallest, and although she had a nice, tight cheerleader body, she was curvy in all the right places. Her dark hair was curled into loose ringlets that hung down past her shoulders. She wore khaki pants and a light blue button-down shirt -- Holiday Inn Express standard issue, I guessed -- but unlike most clerks, she found a way to make it work. I noticed a few of the cops in the office throwing subtle glances at her as she made her way back over to us. I couldn't blame them, because I was leering too.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 12



"What a mess!" she exclaimed when she got over to us.

"Yeah, I'm sure this isn't what you were expecting when you went to work today," I said. "Ellie, this is my sister Lea. Lea, this is Ellie, from the hotel."

"No offense, girl," Ellie said as they shook hands. "But you picked a real winner."

"Oh, I know," Lea said. "Trust me. I should have known he'd do something like this."

"What'd they say?" I asked Ellie.

"Nothing really," she replied. "Just asked me what happened. I told them I heard loud banging on a door, and then two men shouting. I got concerned and walked down the hall to see what was going on, and then I told them exactly what I saw."

"No idea what they plan to do with me?" I asked. I'd told Lea it would be fine, and I was pretty sure it would be. But until I heard it from someone carrying a badge, I was a little nervous.

"Nothing," a voice said behind me. It was one of the sergeants who'd taken my statement. "We have your contact information, so we'll call you if we need anything else."

"I'm free to go?" I asked.

"You both are," he replied, talking to me and Ellie. "I just had to keep you here until we knew if he was going to press charges. He said he was, but then his lawyer showed up."

"Probably the same worthless slimeball he hired for our divorce," Lea said.

"It is," the cop said. "And maybe he is everything you said, but he told your husband he had absolutely no shot of winning if he pressed charges, and told him he'd have to get a different lawyer if he wanted to proceed with it."

"Wonders never cease," Lea said. "I'm still going to chop off the prick's nuts and feed them to the dog."

"That, I'm guessing he would press charges for," the cop said, drawing a laugh from all three of us before he walked away.

"You have to go back to work?" I asked Ellie once the three of us got outside. My thanking Roy earlier had been sarcastic, but it had also been the truth. I'd seen her checking me out as I stood there bare-chested in the hallway, and I knew her rubbing against my abs had been no accident. As for her, she'd caught my eye on my way out to the track that morning. If nothing else, she'd be a good companion to bring along for whatever Lea had planned that night.

"Yes, but not at the hotel," she said. "My shift ended at 11. I have another job I have to start at 1."

"Where?" I asked.

"Actually," she said. "I heard him yell about you buying her lingerie. Where are you going to shop?"

"Le Chic, over at the mall," Lea piped up.

Ellie smiled wide. "Excellent," she said. "That's my second job."

"Really?" my sister asked.

"Well, you certainly have the body for it," I said.

"And you said I,/i> was checking you out," Ellie teased.

"You were," I replied. "When I left this morning, when I got back, and then in the hallway. I think you were hoping we'd keep arguing so you could keep getting a peek. I didn't complain about it because the view isn't too bad on my end, either."

My sister's jaw went slack -- just like my best friend Scott in Florida, Lea didn't remember me being this kind of flirt. 

"Whatever," Ellie said, rolling her eyes. She didn't stop smiling, though, and she didn't deny it, either. "I'm gonna head home real quick and shower before I go over. We close at 5 today, since it's Sunday. I hope I'll see you guys there."

"You will," Lea said. "I didn't have to twist his arm much to get him to go to begin with, and now I'm guessing he'll be even more eager."

"He better be," Ellie replied, winking at me as she left. Lea and I decided to hit a little Italian joint for lunch, and she waited until we'd placed our order to start staring at me.

"What?" I finally asked, once the stares got to be a little strange.

"Who are you, and what have you done with my little brother?" she asked. "First last night with that girl, and then today?"

"Things have changed, sis," I explained. "I've always had this in me. I just had to let it out. I had to learn to not let one or two girls rejecting me blow up my confidence. Once I figured that out, I became a different person around women."

"I'll say," Lea said. "The Brad I know wouldn't have even spoken to a girl that hot, unless he absolutely had to."

"I remember," I said, fake shuddering. "Thank God those days are over."

"Didn't you say something about a girlfriend last night, though?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. When I didn't say more, Lea moved her hand in a circular motion, the universal signal for 'keep going.' "Trust me, Lea. I'm not cheating on her. Let's just leave it at that."

My sister had been quite the freak in high school, if I believed even half the stories I'd heard about her. She probably wouldn't have been all that shocked or surprised by the deal Kelly and I had struck. She'd have speed dialed our mother before we even finished the appetizer, though. While I would have been okay talking about it with my sister, I really didn't feel like explaining the intimate details of an open relationship, even a temporary one, to my mom. 

After needling me for more info for a few more minutes, Lea finally let it go and we enjoyed our lunch. Not long after that, we walked into the mall and made our way over to the boutique. 

"Thank you so much for this, Brad," Lea said. I was the only man in the place. "You know you don't have to pay for it."

"I'm in a lingerie shop with my sister, Lea," I said. "The fact that I am paying for it is the only thing keeping me from exile in West Virginia."

She laughed, and we took our time meandering around the store. It was a quarter past one, but Ellie was nowhere to be found, and I started to wonder if maybe she worked at a different mall. I was looking at a turquoise corset when she snuck up behind me.

"Excellent choice, sir," she said. "Got anybody in particular you'd like to see that on?" Ellie had thankfully discarded the hotel outfit and now wore a baby blue blouse and a black sequined miniskirt. She'd also put on some makeup since she'd left the police station, but I didn't think it was necessary.

I decided to go for broke. I was every bit as into her as she seemed to be into me, and I had promised Kelly story time tonight. If she was just some kind of uber-enthusiastic cocktease, now was the time to find out.

"I do," I said, then moved until my lips were inches from her ear. "You."

She was a confident woman, for sure, but she was still blushing like a little red sports car. My forwardness must have thrown her off a little, because she didn't answer for a few seconds, and when she did, her voice cracked.

"I think..." she started. I wasn't sure if she was going to finish, so I raised my eyebrows a little to encourage her. "I think that could be arranged."

Bingo. I took her hand gently, and after she made eye contact with me, I said, "I'm very glad to hear that." 

Just then, Lea made her way back over to us. She'd picked out a few items and had then hanging over her forearm.

"What kind of limit do I have, Brad?" she asked.

"Well, I'm not wiping my ass with 100-dollar bills or anything, hon," I joked. "Let your conscience be your guide."

"We're women," Ellie said. I might have had her off-balance for a second, but she was rapidly recovering. "We don't have a conscience when it comes to spending a man's money." She turned to my sister with a grin. "C'mon, honey. Let's make sure this little spending spree is worth it."

I rolled my eyes as Ellie took Lea's arm and led her off, but I smiled. Lea deserved to be happy. I did have a limit, but I doubted she'd get anywhere close to it. 

Of course, I had another reason for coming to this store. The negligee I'd been checking out was for Kelly. My mom handled all the uniform ordering for the Taco Bell employees, so she knew what sizes Kelly wore. Obviously, Taco Bell didn't have standard issue bras, so she'd made her best guess and told me a 32B, maybe a C. I thought it might be awkward having that particular conversation with my mom, but really, it hadn't been.

Either way, the fit wasn't all that important. If things went the way I hoped they would, we'd likely be shopping for lingerie together in the future anyway. The problem was, I hadn't ever purchased anything like this for a woman. I had more than my share of sex, but most of it had been casual. There weren't a lot of girlfriends in the Brad Carver history books, so I'd never had a need to become familiar with these things. Obviously, I had no idea what Kelly liked, but I didn't even know what I liked, or how most of the things in this store would look on a woman.

I knew how I could find out.

I made my way to the back of the store just in time to see Lea disappear into one of the dressing rooms. There was just one other customer and one other employee in the store, so I figured it would be as good a time as any to corner Ellie. She was sorting the restock items, the things people had tried on but didn't buy, and I slid up behind her silently.

"So, about that fashion show I mentioned earlier," I said, sliding my arms around her shoulders. She jumped about a foot off the ground, but started giggling when she came back down.

"We'll do anything to make our customers happy, sir," she said in her best customer service tone. Her voice got a little lower and a lot huskier then. "What did you have in mind?"

"You said you close at 5, right?" She nodded. "Well, what if I come by about five minutes till 5, and once you kick everyone else out..."

"I can't, Brad," she said. "My boss comes by around 4 on Sundays to do some end of week inventory paperwork. She'll be here after we close."

"Hmm," I said. "Does she stay all night?"

"She leaves around 7 usually," Ellie said. "Why?"

"Come have dinner with me," I said. "Lea and her boyfriend will be there, with a few of their friends. I was going to be a fifth or seventh wheel, so you'd be doing me a big favor anyway. Then after that.. you have a key to the mall?"

"Yes," she said.

"So then we can come back here, around maybe 8 or 9 o'clock, and you can try on some things for me."

"I'll be your personal little fashion model, huh?"

"If you're willing," I said. "You might even get me to help you put them on."

She grinned up me with a smile that would have lit up the whole store if the power had suddenly gone out. "Or take them off."

"I'll pick you up around 5 then?" I asked.

She nodded, then leaned close to me. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," she whispered.

************

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I would think you're a troublemaker."

I'd spent the past couple of hours at Lea's babysitter's house playing with my niece and nephews. I was having a blast, but getting tackled by two little boys gets old after a while, even when you're my size. So, I'd gone outside to take a little break. I'd missed a call from Kelly and quickly returned it.

"I mean, what is that?" she asked. "Three run-ins with the police or other security folks? In the past five days?"

"Four," I said.

"The one at the concert the other night," Kelly said. "The cops at the hotel in Charleston, and now this."

"Before I got back to the hotel in Charleston, I had to smooth talk the bouncer into not throwing our whole group out of the bar."

"Oh, yeah," Kelly said. "I wasn't counting that."

"Well, the two in Charleston were definitely my fault, although I don't think Beth was complaining about the second one," I said. "The one in Indy, I guess I can say that was my fault. I could have stayed out of that one and just let 'em brawl. But this one, this one's all on my asshole brother."

"Sounded like he deserved it," she said.

"And a whole lot more," I replied. "I'm glad I had to go down to the police station, because Lea wanted to come be with me. If not, she'd have gone straight over to the hospital and gotten herself arrested for assaulting a patient."

Kelly giggled at that.

"Seriously, though, Brad. You know there are other ways besides violence, right?"

"Yes, Kelly," I said. "I promise, I don't go that direction unless I don't have another choice. Those guys at the concert were throwing each other around and could have hurt other people. They were way past the talking stage. And Roy... honestly, Roy has needed to have his ass kicked for a long, long time."

"Any other fights I should know about?" she asked. I could hear the slight hint of mirth in her voice.

"I'll tell you about every fight I've ever been in, if you want," I replied.

"Sure," she said. "I've got some time before the next awful family event." Kelly was attending a family reunion today, and it was an all-day affair. It left me with way less time to talk to her than I would have preferred, but at least I'd been able to get in a lot of quality time with my sister and her children.

"I got bullied in elementary school," I said.

"You?" Kelly asked. "Really?"

"Yeah," I said. "Surprised?"

"More than just a little, yeah," she said. "I mean, you're a great guy and a nice guy, Brad, but I've kinda been picturing you as the alpha male. Those are generally the ones doing the bullying."

"Well, I've changed a lot over the past six or seven years, but in grade school, I got picked on all the time. So, right in the middle of math class one day in fifth grade, I punched this one kid right in the nose. I hit him way harder than I should have. I broke his nose, and there was blood everywhere. I got suspended for a week, and my mom beat my ass when I got home. I would have traded places with the other kid, broken nose and all, just to get out of dealing with my mom. But after that, no one else at school bothered me."

"I would imagine not," she chuckled.

"Let's see," I said. "The next one was when I was 16, a junior in high school. The first excellent decision my sister made, husband number 1, was screaming at her so loud I could hear him in their second-floor apartment as I was pulling in to park. I got out, pulled my best Dukes of Hazard impression to slide across my hood and was up the stairs in time to see him punch her in the back. I tackled him to the ground and punched him a couple times before he scrambled away. He was trying to get away from me so much that he didn't look where he was going and tripped at the top of the stairs."

"Oh, no," she said.

"He was fine," I said. "He only fell down about six or seven stairs before he caught his balance, and all he got was a twisted ankle and a broken toe. He had some pretty powerful parents, so even though the cops knew I was just defending my sister, I did get arrested. They only charged me as a juvenile, and after I did a bunch of community service, they expunged my record."

"Wow," she said. "Any others?"

"Well, I punched my uncle once, when he wouldn't stop screaming at my grandmother. Remember how I told you my two aunts hated me, when I was in South Carolina last week? It stems from that. The lady had Alzheimers and barely knew her way around the house. She certainly didn't need some huge fatass screaming at her because she'd spilled coffee on his counter. I asked him to stop yelling at her, and he started yelling at me. She jumped in to get him to stop yelling at me, and he started yelling at her again. I told him to shut his mouth or I'd do it for him, and when he started yelling at me again.. well, I did what I said I would do."

"Jesus," she said. "What happened?"

"My grandmother moved in with a different daughter until she died about three months later. The uncle died last year, and I didn't go to his funeral or even send flowers. That particular branch of the family tree hates me now, and I can't say I'm very fond of them, either."

"Holy crap, Brad," Kelly said. "I had no idea."

"I know this whole thing might make you think badly of me, Kelly, but there's nothing I won't tell you if you ask me. I've made some mistakes in my youth, let my anger get the best of me a few times, but I'm starting to mellow out some."

"I don't think badly of you at all," she said. "All those things you told me, you were standing up for someone. Whether it was yourself, your sister, your grandma, or just random people at that concert the other day. I don't want to be with someone who's looking for the first opportunity to get into a brawl, but I don't want someone who'd be scared to physically protect me if it was necessary."

"Yeah, you won't ever have to worry about that with me," I said. "I'm not too proud to back down from a fight if I think there's another way, but I also won't hesitate to do what needs to be done. Just wasn't raised that way, I guess."

"I'm happy to know that," Kelly said. "Believe me, baby. It's not a bad thing."

"I'm glad you think so," I replied.

"You have anything lined up for story time yet?"

"I think so," I said. "I won't go into details yet, until I know it's going to happen, but I don't think you'll be disappointed."

"It involves you, right?"

"That would be the idea, yes," I said.

"Then it won't disappoint me," she replied, then let out a huge sigh. "Okay, my mom is here, so I have to go. I think this time it's my uncle's house. If I shoot myself tonight, please accept my apologies."

**********************

Dinner and drinks were at a local bar and grill a few blocks from the major college campus in town. Lea and Daniel had invited two other couples, so with Ellie and I, that made eight. The burgers were actually pretty good -- damn near excellent for bar food standards -- and Ellie surprised me by ordering a Jack and Coke instead of the fruity umbrella drinks the other women were having. Not wanting to get toasted prior to a long drive north in the morning, I stuck to the Sam Adams summer ale the bar had on tap.

My sister and her boyfriend hit the dance floor right after they were done eating, and so did one of the other couples. The other two who stayed at the table were at the other end and involved in their own conversation, so that gave Ellie and I some time to get to know each other a little.

I told her about my trek across the country, and she was instantly jealous of all the traveling I'd been doing. She was going to be a senior at the college just down the street, majoring in business and planning to get a post-graduate degree in property management.

"You need a Masters degree for that?" I asked.

"Probably not," she said. "But you do to get into upper management in a big hotel chain, and hopefully to run one of them someday."

"Ah," I replied. "I misunderstood." I raised my glass, and she clinked hers against it. "To ambition."

We both took a long drink. The bar had only been playing fast songs so far, but the DJ announced that he was going to slow things down by request. The song he chose was Michael Jackson's "Human Nature." An odd song for a slow dance, I thought, but I invited Ellie onto the dance floor anyway. It was a pretty small space, so even on a Sunday night, it was a little crowded. 

"So, this fashion show idea of yours," Ellie said, putting her head on my shoulder as we swayed. "You just have a lingerie fetish, or what?"

"I like lingerie, and I especially like women who have spectacular bodies," I replied, accentuating my point by rubbing my hands up and down her back. She looked up at me and smiled. "I don't have a lingerie fetish, per say, but I'm sure I'll like the way it looks on you."

"You'll enjoy taking it off of me, too," she said.

"Who says I'll take it off?" I asked, speaking in soft tones just inches from her ear. "I might just leave it on and move it to the side if it gets in the way."

"In the way of what?" she asked, teasingly.

"Of whatever I want to get to," I answered. 

"Sounds like I might not have any idea what I'm getting myself into, either," she replied.

"I'm sure we'll both figure it out," I assured her. "I'm not just going to window shop, though. I want to buy a few things for my girlfriend, and I want to see how they look on you before I decide."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 12



She stiffened a little, but I kept rubbing her back.

"Relax," I said. "She knows about it, and the only thing she doesn't like is that she can't be here to join in with us."

"You promise?" she muttered, without looking up at me.

"Yes," I replied. "You can even talk to her, if you want, though she might ask to stay on the phone and listen to everything we do. But she'll give you permission if that's what you need."

She shook her head, and as another slow song came on, I told her all about Kelly's and my relationship. How we hadn't met yet, but we'd been connecting on a such a deep and intimate level that we were comfortable calling it boyfriend and girlfriend because we were sure it would get to that point when we met. The only thing I left out was that I still had no idea what she looked like.

"That's why she's okay with me doing whatever I want to do for the rest of my trip," I explained. "Once we meet and there's a real relationship, who knows what agreements we'll have. But I started this trip with every intention of enjoying myself, and she knows that. She refused to get in the way of that, but since she does have feelings for me, she wants me to tell her details of everything that happens."

That got Ellie's attention, and she pulled her head off my shoulder and looked me directly in the eyes.

"So, not only can you rest easy knowing that she doesn't mind whatever we do tonight," I said, "but keep in mind that she'll be cumming for me on the phone tomorrow as I give her a steamy, explicit play-by-play description of it."

A low moan escaped Ellie's throat. She pulled my head down and thrust her tongue into my mouth wildly. Our lips crackled when they crashed together, and when we stopped, I noticed several nearby couples looking at us. My sister and her boyfriend were one of them.

"That might be the hottest thing I've ever heard," she said.

"Wanna go make it a reality?" I asked. She checked her watch.

"My boss should be gone by now," she said. "I hope you drive fast."

Ellie needed to hit the restroom before we left, so I found Lea and made breakfast plans for the next morning. I made a quick call to my mom, leaving a voicemail to thank her for giving me all the information on Kelly, and to tell her I was sure she would enjoy the presents I was going to send her now that I had her sizes.

Once we got in the car, Ellie just about ended the night early.

"Since you were so honest with me, I'm going to do the same," Ellie said. "I have a boyfriend."

"Oh?" I asked. I was slightly surprised, I guess, but not overly concerned. It wasn't like she'd just gotten this boyfriend since we got in the car, and she'd made it clear where things were headed. "Where is he?"

"Somewhere in southern Afghanistan."

I pulled over and stopped the car in a strip mall parking lot.

"Jesus, Ellie," I said.

"I know you're a Marine, Brad," she said, squeezing my bicep for emphasis. "I saw the eagle, globe and anchor tattoo on your arm this morning at the hotel. My boyfriend is a Marine reservist, but he got called up five months ago."

"So why?" I asked. "If you know anything about Marines, you know I can't do that. I was over there for nine months, Ellie. I don't know your boyfriend, but he wears the same uniform I do. Why would you ask me to help you cheat on a fellow Marine?"

"I'll show you," she said. "Just trust me for 10 more minutes, as long as it takes to get back to the store. If you don't want to do anything after that, then we won't. My car is still there. You don't ever have to see me again."

I took a good, long, hard look at her. She seemed like such a nice, sweet girl, and I couldn't fathom why she'd want to cheat on a man who was serving our country in a place that, from personal experience, made Hell look like a Caribbean beach resort. Even if she was that kind of a person, I really didn't get why she thought I'd help her. There are plenty of worthless scumbags who would, no doubt, but once she saw the tattoo, she should have known.

In fact, she did know, and yet, she still wanted this to happen. There was something here I didn't understand.

"I'm not a lying, cheating whore, Brad," she said, seemingly reading my mind. "There's a reason for all this. Please. Just come with me."

No matter who she was and what she was doing, I wasn't about to let her walk five or so miles back to the mall. So, I started the car.

"I suppose you're going to tell me he's fine with it," I said.

"He is," Ellie said. "You told me the same thing about your girlfriend and I believed you."

I took my phone out of my pocket and tossed it on her lap. "In my phone book. Her name is Kelly. Call her."

She giggled just a little as she handed the phone back to me. I had no idea what the laugh was for. "You already offered to prove it, Brad. That's all I needed to hear. I'll give you proof."

"You gonna let me call him? He has access to a satellite phone over there?"

"Brad," she said, taking my free hand and holding it in both of hers. "I promise you, I'm not trying to pull one over on you. Just relax."

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down a little. There wasn't a lot that could instantly raise my blood pressure. Messing with my family was one, as evidenced by my earlier trip to the police station. Someone fucking around on a Marine, or anyone in the military, really, was the other. 

When you're over there, the most important thing is obviously the mission, but 1A is coming home in one piece. A war zone is pretty much the last place in the world you want to have trouble concentrating, and I saw a lot of good Marines lose focus because they found out that faithful girlfriend or boyfriend they'd left at home wasn't so faithful after all. 

Not finding out until you got home was almost as bad. You make it through your obligatory six months or year of hell and are excited to come back to your life, only to find that your significant other just couldn't help themselves. You're the one getting shot at, fighting through never-ending sandstorms, hoping the weekly IED roulette wheel didn't land on your number -- but for your partner, keeping his or her clothes on was just too hard.

Still, there was something nagging at me about Ellie and the way she'd laid all of this out. For a couple reasons, I decided I wouldn't just drop her off in the parking lot and tell her to have a nice life. Knowing her boyfriend was a Marine made me want to sleep with her a lot less, but it also told me something about her -- someone who wore the same uniform and held himself to the same code I did wanted her to be a big part of his life. Also, her personality intrigued me. She'd pursued me aggressively, yet blushed whenever I called attention to it or pursued back. That kind of contrast was one of the biggest reasons I was so into Kelly, too.

Plus, she was hot. Not the most important reason under the circumstances, but hey. I'm a red-blooded male who's not into dudes. Go figure.

She directed me to park in an alley between wings of the mall building. We got out, and after verifying her boss' car was not where she normally parked, she unlocked the door. We walked about 50 yards down a dark hallway before she unlocked another door. 

"This is our tiny little back room," Ellie said. She flipped a few switches, and I saw lights come on out in the store.

"Surely you have cameras," I said. "At least the mall does. You won't get in trouble for being here?"

"I'm an assistant manager," she said. "I can say I had some cataloging or ordering to do if anyone asks why the lights were on. And we turn our in-store cameras off after hours."

"I see," I said. She beckoned me over to a computer in the back room.

"There's a back story here, Brad," she said as she waited for it to boot up. "Tad and I have been together since our sophomore year of high school."

Despite myself, I started laughing.

"What?" she asked.

"Tad," I said. "And for... whatever it is you're trying to do here, you've chosen someone named..." I trailed off.

"Brad," she said. "I know. You saw me chuckling in the car just now, right? When you handed me your phone."

I realized just as she said it. Kelly and Ellie. I started laughing, and she laughed with me. As keyed up as I'd been the past few minutes, the laughter was as welcome as it was surprising.

"Anyway," she said when the laughter had subsided some. "Tad and I waited a long time to have sex, but unlike most people, our first time was spectacular. It's only gotten better since then. He had the typical teenaged boy's sex drive, and I've discovered that I'm quite the nympho. We had sex at least three times a day, but usually more than that, right up until he left."

"That makes it even harder for me to understand why you want to do this," I said.

"He knows me, Brad," she said. "He knows me better than anyone else does, and I know him, too. Like I said -- three times a day, at minimum. Do you have any idea how hard it's been to go from 20 times a week to never?"

"Probably pretty brutal," I said.

"Very," she said. "I've gone through three vibrators since summer started alone, and I should have just bought the Energizer company, because I've spent that much on batteries."

"That's a pretty sexy thought, actually," I said. "But it's common for military couples, especially when they're so young like you and Tad. You just have to deal with it."

"We both knew that," she said. "At first, we just accepted that it was a fact of life, and we'd deal with it. He went out to Camp LeJeune for three weeks to get ready for his deployment, and it was so hard, Brad. We had phone sex as often as we could, but with his barracks situation, that was maybe two or three times. That was the longest we'd gone without having sex since we started. He came back for two days before he shipped out. We spent the whole first day locked in a hotel room. On the second day, we talked about it, and we both knew there was no way in hell we'd make it through his whole nine-month deployment without having sex. We'd both lose our minds."

"Okay," I said. I was starting to get it.

"So, we came up with an agreement," she said. "He gets to play around while he's gone, and so do I. He's not going to become a manwhore, and I'm not going to be a slut about it. When he's home, we're back to normal. But as oversexed as we both are, we thought there was a real possibility that we'd cheat. Even if not, we'd be tempted so many times and we'd start to resent each other for not being able to give in. This way, we're honest about it, we both know it's going on, and it doesn't hurt what he and I have with each other."

"Hmm," I said. "So you just fuck whenever you want?"

"Oh, no," she said. "I curbed it way back. He's slept with one of the girls in his unit a couple times since they've been deployed, and I've been with two guys since he left. One was a one-night stand with a guy I met at a bar in Louisville. The other lasted about a week, and I slept with him two or three times before he started getting attached, so I had to stop it. That was two months ago."

She looked at the computer. It was ready to go, and she went to Youtube, typed in a password and went to a folder labeled 'private,' then clicked on a video.

"Watch this with me," she said. "He sent it to me two days after he deployed."

It was a webcam video. The guy was stereotypical Marine. High and tight haircut, no facial hair, muscles I could see even through the digital camouflage utilities he wore. The chevrons on his collar told me he was a lance corporal, and the name stripe on his chest said Markham.

"Hi Eleanor," he said into the cam. Next to me, Ellie cringed a little. "I know you hate it when I use your full name, but you're not here to slap me. Anyway, I'm at Kaiserslautern Airbase in Germany. We're doing a bit of last-minute staging, and we're out of here day after tomorrow."

"I meant what I said, Ellie," he continued. "I love you, and I'm going to miss you every day. Nothing is more important to me than your happiness, and I know you'd wait for me and stay celibate if I asked you to. But you can be faithful to me without being celibate. You have my blessing to have sex with other people while I'm gone, just as I know I have yours. As long as we tell each other about it, we'll be okay. Maybe telling each other about it will make us even stronger, you never know."

Ellie took my hand then, obviously recalling what I'd told her about my deal with Kelly. The similarities between the two arrangements were striking.

"Like I told you before I left, I don't want you to start fucking every guy that shows interest, because you're a hot woman, and you'd have to fuck half of Indiana. But I know you, and I know your sex drive. When it just gets to be too much, find some guy and blow his mind."

He told her a little more about what he'd be doing without giving away the important details, which were probably classified. His voice started to crack when he was signing off, so he did so quickly.

"See?" Ellie asked me. "Not lying."

"Wow," I said. "So, why me?" 

"A few things," she said. "Obviously you're hot. I checked you out this morning when you were leaving the hotel. While you were arguing with your sister's ex, I should've been over there diffusing things with you and him, but I couldn't stop looking at your chest and your abs. Then I got a little feel of them, and..."

She blushed a little as she trailed off. She emphasized the point by rubbing her hands over those areas through my shirt.

"But that's just physical," she said. "Even though I'm very much attached and happy, I still can't sleep with a guy just because I find him hot. I learned that you were a good guy in the hallway, the way you were sticking up for your sister. Then when we were here earlier, and I asked you if you had anyone in mind for that corset, and you said 'you,' you showed you have a bit of a dominant side, which I fucking love."

She pulled my shirt off, and I let her.

"When you told me about Kelly wanting you to tell her everything you did with other girls, it was so much like my deal with Tad that I couldn't help but think this was supposed to happen. But what clinched it for me was how you reacted when you found out Tad was a Marine. Even right now, you're only going to go through with this because you saw that video."

Now that I was shirtless, she pushed me back into the chair.

"I hope Kelly knows how much of a catch she has," she said. "You and Tad might have been brothers in a previous life. You're a lot alike."

I'd been off-balance for a while, but now that my mind was clear about taking a fellow devil dog's woman to bed, I was ready to be me again.

"Tad sounds like a great guy," I said. "I think I'll have to meet him somewhere down the line."

She smiled as I finally verbally accepted what was happening. I snaked a hand behind her ass and pulled her down onto my lap.

"For now, I guess the best I can do is fill in for him."

We made out passionately for a few minutes, right there in the back room of the lingerie shop. She grinded down on my cock hard, and though I couldn't be entirely certain through my shorts, I couldn't feel any underwear beneath her miniskirt.

"Why, Ellie, have you been naughty?" I asked.

"My whole life," she replied between kisses.

"You're not wearing any panties, young lady," I said.

"Not yet," she answered, hopping off my lap. "I think I better try some things on for you before we get too far along."

I nodded, and she disappeared out into the store. She hid the items she was holding as she slipped into one of the dressing stalls, and a few minutes later, she emerged.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, followed by a wolf whistle.

"You like?" she asked, quite unnecessarily.

"Uh, just a little," I replied. She wore a purple bustier that stopped just north of her belly button and a pair of black lace panties. She'd added gold stockings and what looked to be four-inch heels to complete the look. My jaw was still on the ground.

"Is Kelly about my size?" she asked.

"Yeah," I guessed. "I have the exact sizes in my wallet."

"Well, let's give you a nice close-up view, see what you think, hmm?"

She walked over and sat on my lap again, this time thrusting her breasts into my face. The purple fabric was enticing but also provided a little support if she'd have needed it. Her breasts looked perfect encased in the dark lace, and I couldn't help but push my face into her cleavage.

"Oh, God," she moaned. I just grinned -- if sticking my tongue between her tits got that much of a reaction, this was going to be a long night for both of us.

"Stand up and turn around," I said. She did, and I pushed with my palm on her lower back until she got the hint and bent over. 

Good God, her panties were crotchless. She was shaved smooth as silk, and her pussy was absolutely dripping with excitement. 

"Enjoying the view?" she asked. Instead of answering, I wrapped my arms around her hips, pulling her ass against my face. My tongue found her pussy in no time and extracted as much of her nectar as I could with just one thrust. 

"Holy fuck, Brad!!!" Ellie exclaimed. "You can't warn a girl first?"

"You didn't want a warning," I muttered. "You're in heat, remember? It's been two whole months since your little nymphomaniac pussy has been touched."

She groaned at my words. I'd planned to tongue her pussy from behind until she came all over my face, but her legs started shaking in anticipation. With everything she'd told me, I knew exactly what she needed.

"I bet you've been wet all day, haven't you?" I asked, silently undoing my shorts with one hand while the other squeezed her ass through the flimsy lace. "How many pairs of panties have you had to go through today?"

"Two," she moaned. "I took them off... after you left... didn't see the point... putting on more." She spoke in chopped up chunks, getting out words whenever my tongue left her soaked pussy, and filling in the gaps with passionate cries when I darted it back in. 

Working my cargo shorts off with one hand was difficult, but eventually I felt them bunch around my ankles.

"Yeah, I've been with a few insatiable girls," I continued. "You don't want warnings. You don't want foreplay. You don't want a lot of pre-game warm-ups. You just want to skip right to the main event."

She whimpered, which wasn't going to cut it. I slapped her right ass cheek.

"Don't you?"

"Please," she moaned, out of breath just from that one word. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and handed it to her.

"Put this in your mouth," I said.

"Why?" she asked. My only response was to slap her other ass cheek. She moaned again, then stuffed as much of my shirt into her mouth as she could manage. Satisfied, I lined my cock up with her dripping snatch as I stood. Gripping her hips with both hands, I drove my own hips forward, impaling her on my cock with a single thrust.

The scream she let out would have woke the dead if not for the muffler she'd just bitten down on. She might have collapsed into a writhing heap of sex flesh if my grip on her waist wasn't so tight. I watched in amazement as her whole body racked with an almost instant orgasm.

"Did you just cum, you naughty little girl?" I asked, pulling out of her until just the tip remained inside. She gurgled something in response, and I plowed right back in. This scream wasn't quite as intense as the last, but it would have still drawn the attention of any lingering mall security guards.

"Answer me, Ellie," I insisted, thrusting in and out of her at a somewhat leisurely pace, but making sure every stroke counted. She said something else that was swallowed by my shirt, and I reached around and yanked it out of her mouth. "I think that's served its purpose now."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 12



"Oh my God," she moaned. "I came the minute you bottomed out inside me."

"You were cumming before that, babe," I said. "That's quite the compliment, actually. I've made girls cum quick before, but never the nanosecond that I pushed inside."

"I was so keyed up," she replied.

"Still are," I retorted. I turned her until she could put her hands on the back of the chair I'd been sitting in. When she grabbed on, I started fucking her faster, using quick, shallow strokes designed to draw an aftershock out of her. Within a minute or two, I had her cumming all over my cock once again.

"Jesus," I said, slowing down some as her second orgasm started to recede. "You really had a lot of pent-up frustration, huh?"

"You have no idea," she said. 

I looked down at the floor, where a copious amount of her juices had leaked out and formed a puddle on the floor. I directed her attention there as well and said, "Maybe I do."

"You have such a nice cock," she said. "At least, it feels fucking fantastic. Mind if I take a look?"

She didn't wait for a response. The brown-haired beauty stood up, dislodging my cock from her tight tunnel. It got homesick immediately, but she quickly knelt in front of me. She took it in her hand, not quite able to wrap her fingers all the way around it. She lifted it with her other hand, too, as if judging its weight.

"C'mon, Ellie, it hasn't been that long since you've seen one," I chided her.

"Since I've seen one this nice, it has," she replied. "It's been about five months. You guys really are a lot alike."

Her tongue snaked out and brushed the tip of my cock before she took the first two or three inches in. It didn't stay there long before she pulled off and began removing the bustier.

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"I give sloppy blowjobs," she said with a grin. "I have to protect the merchandise."

She worked it loose quickly, and no sooner had it joined the rest of our clothes on the floor than she had six inches of my cock buried in her mouth.

"Fuck, Ellie," I replied, my hand snaking into her curly dark hair. She slurped and sucked on my cock for about five minutes, doing her best to take in as much as she could. She wasn't lying, either -- I felt quite a bit of her saliva dripping down my balls and running down the inside of my thighs.

It was already one of the best blowjobs I'd received on this road trip, but I had no idea it was about to get even better.

"Let's see if I still have it," Ellie said during a rare break for breath. "I practiced on Tad every day for a year until I finally did it. It's been a while since I've had one that size, though."

She lazily licked around the base of my shaft and took each of my balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue around them and sucking them gently. I was about to ask her what she was talking about, when she suddenly took a deep breath and took my dick into her mouth.

My entire dick. 

"Holy fuck!" I gasped as I felt the first two inches of my cock slide down her throat. "Good fucking God, Ellie! That's incredible!"

I felt her fingernails dig into my ass as she deep-throated me, the first woman to ever manage it. 

"First time?" she asked knowingly as she pulled back for air. I just nodded. "Tad's first time, he shot his cum straight down my throat. He was that excited."

"Trust me," I said. "I was pretty fucking surprised you could do it, or I probably would have done the same thing."

"Well, I don't want you to," she said. "Don't get me wrong. I don't mind the taste, and I'm certainly not a prude. I just promised Tad I wouldn't swallow another man's cum while he was gone." I nodded my understanding. "So, I'm gonna do it again, and when you're ready, say so. My tits are pretty nice, right?"

They were. They were a full C-cup, and had absolutely no sag in them, as you might expect for a 21-year-old woman. As I admired them, I dropped a hand down and tweaked her left nipple. She bit her lip and rolled her eyes back slightly.

"I'm guessing you wouldn't mind seeing them dripping with your cum, then, huh?"

She licked her lips teasingly before taking me in her mouth again. This time I was prepared when I slid down her throat, and I managed to milk another three minutes out of the experience before I simply couldn't hold back anymore.

"Ellie," I gasped, unsure of where I got the oxygen. She pulled me out of her mouth with an audible pop and began jerking me frantically as she aimed me at her beautiful tits.

"Cum for me, Brad," she said. "Coat my tits with your hot cum. I fucking love feeling a man's cum spurting out all over these tits."

She obviously had some experience giving handjobs, too, because it wasn't long before she got her wish. I tightened my grip on her shoulder when I felt the cum rocket from my balls up through my cock and out onto her chest. I opened my eyes and watched as each shot splashed against her creamy white skin. When the left side had had enough, she aimed me at her right breast, then let the last couple of blasts land right in between them.

"You liked that, huh?"

"Just like watching porn," I joked.

"A lot better when you're the one providing the money shot, though, I bet," Ellie replied.

"About a million times better, yeah," I agreed. I slumped back into the chair that I'd just pounded her on. She stayed on her knees in front of me for a minute, idly playing with my cum.

"You have no idea how badly I want to taste this," she whined.

"As much as I'd love to see that, you did promise," I reminded her.

"Yeah," she sighed, "I know." She grabbed a nearby box of tissues and wiped up the mess, tossing it in a trashcan before getting up. She grabbed the discarded purple bustier and headed back toward the front room. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

I expected her to walk back to the dressing rooms, but after two or three minutes, she hadn't reappeared. I was starting to wonder what the hell was going on when I heard her call out, "You ready?"

"For what?" I called back.

"For this," she said softly, then turned the corner wearing the turquoise corset I'd been checking out earlier. My favorite color was pretty much any shade of blue, and the contrast between the almost fluorescent glow of the garment and her pale skin was fascinating. I drew a sharp breath the moment I saw her, and I didn't let it out for most of a minute. My cock had softened a little after busting all over her chest, but seeing her like this fixed that immediately.

"Oh my God," I replied. "Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

She didn't say anything to that. She just smiled, and did a little pirouette for me. I noticed she wasn't wearing anything but the corset.

"You wanna come here and let me show you just how gorgeous?" I asked.

"You've already told me," she said.

"Yeah, but it's a message best delivered by my tongue, straight to your pussy," I said. A little cheesy, yeah. Sue me.

She shuddered a little. "All my nerves are so raw and excited right now," she said. "I'll definitely take you up on that later. Right now, though, there's something I've always wanted to do. Let me show you."

She extended her hand, and I took it. Together, we walked around the corner and into the main store. She led me toward the back corner, out of view of the chained entrance to the store. She laid down on the carpet underneath a rack of sexy see-through bras.

"Come here and take me, Brad," she ordered. I didn't even need to be told once, because before she even finished her statement, I was on my knees in front of her. Her legs were just as sexy as the rest of her body, and I ran my hands up and down them a few times as I stared at her.

"You know you can't be as loud this time, Ellie," I teased. "Nothing out here I can shove in your mouth to keep you quiet. My cock's already going to be occupied."

"I'll do my best," she stammered. I slipped a finger into her pussy and wiggled it around some. Every time I touched her, she bit her lip or sucked in air or did something to let me know how much she enjoyed it. Finally, she spread her legs wide open, and I got into a pushup position over her.

"You ready?" I asked, knowing damn well she was. She answered by hooking her feet behind my ass and pulling me forward. I sank into her slowly this time, wanting her to enjoy each inch as I nestled snugly inside her. When I was all the way in, she really squeezed my hips with her calf muscles.

"Just stay right there," she begged. Her right hand flew to her clit and frantically rubbed it, and I just watched as she brought herself to her third orgasm in the past 15 or 20 minutes. I could feel her muscles squeezing my cock as she convulsed. If she hadn't just brought me off a few minutes prior, there was no way I'd have been able to hold back.

She chewed on her lip to keep from screaming, and when she was done, her legs fell to the floor on either side of me. I picked up the pace then, plunging in and out of her as she lay flat on her back. It took her five minutes to recover from the barrage of orgasms she'd just had, but eventually she began to respond to me, angling her hips up a little so I could drive in deeper.

"Fuck, Ta--" she moaned, and immediately blushed. Her face had been flushed before, but now she was the color of an Alabama football uniform. "I'm sorry," she said.

I tried not to laugh, and I succeeded at holding in all but just a tiny little chuckle. "It's okay, Ellie. Seriously, I might have met your high standards, but I'm really just a horny guy who's lucky enough to get to have sex with such a hot woman. Who you're thinking of while I'm doing it doesn't really bother me that much."

It was a strange thing to say, and this was really a strange conversation to be having to begin with. But I realized as I said it that I meant it. Maybe Ellie thinking of her boyfriend while I was giving her orgasm after orgasm should've bothered me, but it didn't.

"I'm not really thinking about him," Ellie said. "That's not it. It's just, he's the only person who's ever made my body react this way, and I just forgot where I was for a minute."

"It's fine, Ellie," I said, punctuating each word with a particularly hard thrust. "Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight."

"That's what happens when it's not being taken care of properly," she answered. Not long after that, I made her cum once more. Now that she'd gotten off four times, I was no longer interested in postponing my own orgasm. I took hold of her hips and frantically drove downward.

"Fuck yeah," she muttered. "I knew you were holding something back from me. Pound me, Brad. Pound me hard."

I kept right on going until there was no turning back. I was going to cum in the next five seconds.

"You can cum inside me, baby," she said. "On the pill."

That still wasn't an option for me. Thoughts of how hurt Kelly would be if I got someone pregnant after promising I'd be careful filled my mind. Ellie's mouth was off limits due to her not wanting to swallow, and I didn't want to cum all over the corset.

I pulled out and manhandled her, flipping her onto her stomach like a rag doll. She squealed in surprise, but started moaning again as she felt my hot cum splatter all over her firm ass cheeks. I didn't cum quite as much as I had on her boobs, but it was still a pretty substantial load.

"Even better," she moaned. "I love the feel of cum on my skin."

"Just couldn't," I gasped, falling back onto my ass when I finished spurting. "Sorry."

"I didn't really want you to," she said. "But it felt so fucking good, I didn't want you to pull out, and I figured you didn't either. I mean, I am on the pill, but..."

"That's reserved," I said bluntly. "If I'd brought a condom in here, then okay, but since I didn't, it just didn't feel right."

She nodded and smiled at me, and I leaned down to kiss her.

"You're incredible," I said.

"Likewise."

****************

We cleaned up and, after I made a few purchases, we left and went back to my hotel room. Now that she'd found what she called "the perfect fuckbuddy," she wasn't about to let me rest. I ate her pussy the moment we closed the door, fucked her in front of the bathroom mirror and in the shower, and she deep-throated my cock again. I even thought about fucking her in the ass, as Kelly had requested, and I did slide my finger in her back door while fucking her from behind. The sudden intrusion made her buck like a rodeo horse, and she said she really wanted to let me try but that she'd never done it and wanted her boyfriend to be the first. I was okay with that. 

All told, I came two more times, and her orgasm count was somewhere in the teens by the time she finally fell asleep just after 2 a.m. I left her there sleeping and grabbed my phone, full intending to call Kelly and fill her in. I noticed my mom had returned my call and left a voicemail, though, so I listened to that first.

"Hi Brad, it's mom," the message said. "I'm glad you and Kelly seem to be getting along so well. I'm sure by now she's told you everything, and I didn't know how well you'd react to it. Your dad and I actually saw Kelly and Tyler out together tonight, when we stopped at Best Buy after dinner. They were making all kinds of googly eyes at each other. It was really cute. Anyway, call me tomorrow."

What the fuck?

We'd been honest with each other to a fucking fault. She'd been so nervous to tell me about her tryst with Aaron the night before, but she'd known she had to, and hell, she'd even wanted to. So why would she keep this Tyler person from me? Who was he, anyway? An old boyfriend? A fuckbuddy my mom didn't think I'd like? Maybe even a current boyfriend, someone I'd have to compete with when I got home?

Either way, she should have told me. Was all this stuff she was talking about being my girlfriend just a bunch of bullshit? 

My head swam like I was just thrown from a cruise ship in the Caribbean. About the only thing I knew for sure was that I had no intention of calling Kelly now. She hadn't tried to call me back yet, knowing that I was going to be busy and that I would call her when I was finished.

I looked over at Ellie laying in the bed peacefully. I was going to go over there, wake her up, and fuck the shit out of this hot little brunette. I wanted to make damn sure she was sore in the morning.

I slipped into bed, but just before I went to wake her up, the question rang out in my head again.

Who the fuck is Tyler?



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 13



 Note: This is the 13th chapter in what will be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-12, this section won't make any sense. The sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to my outstanding editor, AnInsatiableReader, for helping me clean it up, and also my lovely wife, who made some key suggestions too! 

Anyway... enjoy!! 

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Since it's been about six months since Chapter 12 came out, here's a small recap: Brad is winding his way across America on a long road trip to celebrate getting out of the military. He met Kelly, a girl from his home state of Idaho, during a chance phone call the day before he left. They had phone sex that very night, and just about every night during the first two weeks of his trip. Their feelings have grown far past the physical now, to the point where they're in a relationship despite having never met in person. Not wanting to spoil his fun, Kelly lets Brad have all the sex he wants on the trip, provided he tells her all the details of every encounter. In the most recent chapter, Brad finds himself in Indiana, where he spent the day with a pretty hotel clerk/lingerie saleswoman/hopeless nymphomaniac named Ellie. As they were winding down for the night, Brad got a call from his mom saying she'd seen Kelly out with someone named Tyler, whom Brad has never heard of. 

Day 12

Monday, June 23

Evansville, IN to Chicago/Rockford, IL

I'd had more sex on this trip than a lot of men have in a lifetime. I'd had threesomes, foursomes, an orgy, and been in some one-on-one situations that even the raunchiest minds in the porn industry couldn't have schemed up. I'd had sex in hotels, houses, apartments, tents and a lingerie store; fooled around in the back of a truck, an equipment shed, and the front seat of my car. I'd dry humped at a crowded concert and in the middle of a packed dance floor. 

One thing I had not yet experienced, though, was wake-up sex. I'd woken up next to plenty of girls, and back in Oklahoma I'd even woken up sandwiched between two women. On a couple of occasions, sex had ensued shortly thereafter.

This was the first time, though, that I was actually having sex as I started the day. I felt a hot, sticky wetness engulf my rock-hard cock, and I opened my eyes to an excellent view of a tight ass lowering itself onto my lap.

She let out a moan when she reached the root of my cock before rising back up. I feigned sleep for a few moments, enjoying the very subtle ripple of her cheeks each time her ass made contact with my hips. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I reached up and softly stroked her lower back, to let her know I was awake and appreciative.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Ellie said, turning her head to throw me a wanton smile before facing the foot of the bed again. 

"Hi," I croaked. Early-morning gravel voice was so sexy. Her pace was slow and deliberate, designed to maximize her pleasure. I held her hips gently just to provide her a little stability, but that was it for my involvement. She was basically just using my cock to stimulate herself, and I was okay with that.

She took her time, but after about five minutes I felt her pace quicken. My grip on her hips tightened a little bit accordingly, until she leaned forward and put her hands on my knees. She pistoned her hips up and down rapidly, bending my cock forward almost painfully. Thankfully, it didn't take her more than a minute or so at that angle before she came with a scream. She lay back on my chest once she was done. I reached around and grabbed both of her boobs in my palms.

"Shameful behavior, using me like that," I said, grinning to make sure she knew I was kidding. 

"Aww, poor baby," she said, crawling off of me. She started to get dressed in the same drab Holiday Inn clothes she'd been wearing when we met the day before. They still looked damn good on her. "I need to go to work, but I'll be back."

"When?" I asked. "I need to get over to breakfast with Lea and the kids before I hit the road."

"Pretty soon," she replied. "I just need to take over for the night clerk, do a little paperwork, and I'll be right back here."

She finished buttoning her shirt, then pointed at my cock, still reaching to the heavens and wet with her cum.

"Don't touch that," she said, licking her lips as she headed for the door. "As long as you're in this hotel, it's mine."

I grinned at her, thinking how lucky her boyfriend was to have found her. She was one of the good ones. Incredibly sexy, huge sex drive, great personality, definitely more of a giver than a taker. If I didn't have someone to go home to, I might have felt a little pang of regret when I had to leave Ellie.

That thought, combined with the loud closing of the hotel room door, broke the seal on my memories from last night.

Who the fuck is Tyler? Perhaps more importantly, why the fuck was Kelly lying to me about him?

I walked into the bathroom where I'd left my cellphone to charge overnight, and I saw that I had three missed calls from Kelly - one from right after I went to sleep, and two this morning. I so badly wanted to pick up the phone and call her, but I also didn't want to yell at her. Until I was certain I wouldn't, I wasn't going to take that chance.

Instead, I got in the shower. The hot spray felt awesome. My muscles were just beginning to recover from Friday night's orgy in Indy, and now I'd hit them with Hurricane Ellie. We'd both slept in short spurts throughout the night. I'd woken her up when I got into bed and fucked her right then, and she'd woken me up again a couple hours later. Ellie was certainly living up to her nymphomaniac billing.

I really couldn't wrap my mind around why Kelly wouldn't tell me about whoever this Tyler guy was. I mean, if it was an old boyfriend or a fuckbuddy she had sex with from time to time, that wasn't really much different than her mini-romp with the guy from the dance club. Even if it was a current boyfriend, I wouldn't have been that upset. No one had ever accused me of lacking confidence. I didn't really want to compete for her attention, but I had no doubt I would win if I had to.

My mental agonizing was interrupted when the bathroom door opened. I cracked the curtain to see Ellie shucking her work clothes. 

"Great idea," she said, motioning to the shower. 

"Yeah," I said. "Come on in."

I moved under the spray so she could get in, but truthfully, I wasn't much interested in playing around. 

"Uh oh," she said immediately after closing the shower curtain. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." 

"Uh huh," she said, her smile showing that she could see right through me. "When I left here a few minutes ago, you were all happy. Now the tension is radiating off of you."

She gripped my now-flaccid cock in her hand for emphasis.

"This guy in particular is not in the same condition I left him in."

"Damn you being perceptive," I said with a slight smile. I dunked my head under the spray to wash the shampoo out of my hair, and when I opened my eyes again, she was lathering her body up with some kind of girly body wash she must have brought with her. In the mood or not, a hot naked girl was soaping herself up in front of me. I wasn't not going to watch.

"So spill it, so I can get on with getting you to spill something else."

"Girlfriend troubles," I said. "I told you we'd never met, and there's a lot about her I don't know. I already knew she was keeping something from me, but now it looks like she's keeping multiple secrets."

"Another guy?"

"Looks that way," I said. "I found out from a voicemail I got last night, but I'd forgotten when you woke up this morning. You kinda had me distracted, but after you left, it all came back to me."

"Is that why you woke me up last night and pounded my tight, sore little pussy until I was screaming into the pillows like a wanton little slut?" she asked. My cock responded accordingly, thickening in her hand. "Because you were mad at her?"

"Could have had something to do with it, yeah."

"I guess I owe her one then," she answered. "You fucked me half to death last night."

"Me?" I asked. "You make the damn Energizer bunny look like a two-pump chump."

"I've finally found somebody I really want to fuck while I wait for Tad to get home," she said, shrugging as the hot water cascaded down her fucking incredible body. "I knew you were leaving this morning, so I wanted to get as much as I could. It's not like you didn't instigate some of that."

"I did," I agreed. "I won't deny that. But men are known for being oversexed horn dogs. I've never seen a woman take it quite to your level."

"I warned you, didn't I?" she asked. I nodded. "I'm serious, Brad. If you lived here, this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. If you and Kelly worked it out and you both lived here, we'd probably all start fucking as a group once he got back."

That caught me off guard. Ellie saw the look on my face.

"We've talked about it some," she said. "A lot of pillow talk. He has the hots for my cousin, and I think his best friend is the second-sexiest man alive. Maybe the third, now," she tacked on. I didn't think it was possible, but she'd gotten me fully hard again with just a few minutes of playful banter.

"And?" I asked.

"We're both open-minded," she said. "I'm sure we'll explore not long after he gets back here."

"Open-minded is good," I moaned as she dropped to her knees. The shower pelted her shoulders and face, but she didn't even notice. She slurped my cock into her mouth, and within a minute it was back at full attention. She was definitely talented, and no more than 10 minutes later, I'd hosed down her face and breasts with a surprising amount of cum considering the number of times I'd gotten off in the past 12 hours. 

I wanted to get her off again, but she really did need to be in her office. I offered to hide out under her desk where no one could see and lick her pussy until she drenched the chair in cum. I could tell the idea turned her on, and I'd have done it, too, but she had this crazy idea about not getting fired. 

We dried off and dressed together, and she went back to the front while I packed up. I turned in my key card to a different employee, and Ellie walked me to my car.

"Am I allowed to call you and have phone sex with you?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said. "Take this number, too."

She punched it into her phone. "Whose number is it?"

"Kelly's," I said. 

That made Ellie pause. "Oh," she said. "Well, I've never actually done anything with a girl before."

"Not for that, though, that is certainly an awesome image," I said, earning me a playful elbow to the ribs. "You have a boyfriend, Ellie, and despite what I told you in the shower, I still have a girlfriend. This was fun, and I'd love for it to happen again, but not at the expense of the more important people in our lives."

She sighed, but nodded her head. "You're right."

"I'll text you when everything is settled with Kelly," I said. "Once I do, give her a call and make a new friend. The next time you get to talk to Tad, tell him what happened, see how he reacts, and we'll go from there. If they're both okay with it, I'm sure we could have some fun on the phone. All of us could, probably."

"Sounds like a plan," she said as I started the car. "Brad?"

"Yeah?" I asked through the open window. 

"Give her a chance," she said. "You obviously didn't hear about any of this from her. I know you're upset, but give her a chance to tell you her side of things. If she's the woman you described to me last night, there's a good explanation. Promise me you'll hear her out, okay?"

"Deal," I said. She stuck her head into the car and left me with a toe-curling kiss.

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"You didn't call." 

Kelly always came up with a unique way to answer my phone calls, but this one wasn't flirtatious, funny or downright sexual. It was matter-of-fact and did little to hide her displeasure. I didn't like it.

"I didn't," I agreed. I was rolling up Highway 63, straddling the Indiana-Illinois border as I rolled toward Chicago. Lea and her kids had eaten breakfast with me, and I'd made two more quick stops in town before rolling out. One was to the post office to ship Kelly's lingerie, and the other was to Lea's best friend's office, to handle yet another surprise for Kelly. I was on the road again around 10 a.m.

"Why not?" she asked. I imagined her with her arms crossed over her chest and a glare on her face. "I like that you were getting story time for me, Brad, but that only works if you leave time to tell me the story."

Woah. I wasn't expecting this.

"I'm sorry," she said after a good minute of extremely uncomfortable silence. "Really, you could have left story time until today. I just don't like not talking to you before I go to bed. It's easy to ignore when I have to work late, but last night I was just staring at the phone, willing it to ring."

"I should have called," I said. "I did end up spending the night with someone, but that isn't the reason. Kelly, you know that no girl I meet out here is ever going to stop me from calling you."

"How do I know that?" she asked.

"I just told you so," I replied. "And I've said it before. Whatever I might do with them, I don't call them my girlfriend. I do call you that."

She just stayed silent. I think she knew I needed to say something.

"You're my only girlfriend," I reiterated. "I need to know if I'm your only boyfriend."

"What?" She sounded genuinely thrown off.

"My mom and I talked yesterday, Kelly," I said. "I had a surprise for you, and I needed her help. She mentioned that she saw you at Best Buy yesterday, with some guy named Tyler. She said you seemed happy together, that you were being all cute and couply."

She was silent again, and I couldn't turn my mouth off.

"You told me all about your random hook-up, Kelly, but there were no feelings there. From my mom's description, it seems there's at least something there with this guy. I didn't find out until I listened to a voicemail around midnight, and I was really upset with you for not telling me about it, and that I had to find out from my mom. I wanted to talk to you, too, Kelly, but I didn't want to yell at you. So I didn't call."

"Your mom said that?" she asked, ignoring the last few things I said.

"Said what?"

"That we were happy together, and acting like a couple. She used those words, exactly?" Kelly asked.

"What does it matter the exact words she used?" I retorted, getting a little annoyed now.

"It matters, Brad," she answered. "Just humor me."

I sighed loud enough that people four cars back could hear, and rolled my eyes. "Fine," I said, thinking back. "I think her exact words were 'making googly eyes at each other.'"

She chuckled. I could tell that she was trying to fight it off, but she couldn't stop it all. I wanted to yell right then and there, but I just gripped the steering wheel harder and gritted my teeth.

"I'm sorry," she said once she'd swallowed the laughter.

"It sounds like it," I said, setting the sarcasm dispenser on full blast. "What's so fucking funny?"

"Aww," she said. "You only cuss when you're trying to make me cum, or when you're really mad."

"Not hard to guess which one it is this time," I said.

"No," she said. "Brad, I understand that you're upset. But if it's okay with you, I'll get to that in a minute."

"What?" I asked, incredulous now. "How about right now?"

"Brad," she said in that same cool, calm tone. She never raised her voice, although I'm sure mine was a borderline shout by now. "You've trusted me up until now, right?"

"Sure, but-" I started, but she interrupted.

"Okay, then," she said. "Trust me now, when I tell you that all your questions will be answered by the time we get off the phone. Okay?"

"Okay," I said, "but I want you to tell me what the hell is going on, Kelly. There's nothing else I want to talk about until you explain this."

"There was a couple of days ago," she said.

"Maybe," I replied. "Now, I want to know about this."

"Brad, I told you on Saturday that there were things that made it difficult to just drop everything and go somewhere," she said. "I asked for your patience, to let me tell you things on my own terms. I was very grateful, but now I want to tell you, okay? I'm going to lose my nerve if I don't do it now."

"Okay," I said. "Tell me."

"Surely you have some questions," she said. "Ask me."

"Fine," I said, willing to play. I was honestly more worried about this Tyler business now, but I knew she was keeping things from me before I found out about him. "A few days ago you talked about doctor's appointments, and you were tight-lipped when I asked about it. I heard a noise the other day, and I don't know what it was, but I know it wasn't a car alarm, like you said. Then you talked about not being able to go out whenever you want."

"There's no question there, Brad," Kelly said, clearly stalling. The urge to scream hit me again, but I let it wash over me. 

"Do you have some kind of medical condition you're not telling me about?" I asked. "I'm into you so much it scares me, and I need to know if there's something wrong with you."

She took a deep breath, let it out, and answered. "You're right, Brad. I do have a medical condition. Or, I did, anyway. It started a little less than three years ago, and it lasted for nine months."

"What was-" I started the question before the last sentence sank in. "Oh."

"Yeah," she said. "I lost my virginity the day after my 18th birthday. And, well, I guess I should play the lottery, because I hit the jackpot on my very first try."

Her sarcasm wasn't lost on me, but I was still trying to wrap my mind around it, so I didn't even give her a token chuckle.

"I carried the baby to term," she said. "I thought about putting him up for adoption, but I just couldn't do it. I didn't tell my mom I was thinking about that at the time, and when I told her later, she told me she'd have killed me before I could sign the papers. She's helped me raise him. And no, thankfully, he is a very, very healthy boy. The doctor's appointment the other day was a routine check-up. He turned two last month."

"And that sound the other day?" I asked.

"He got a toy fire truck for his birthday," she said. "It makes all kinds of noises. I kinda want to kill Robin for buying it for him."

"Wow, Kelly," I said. "I had no idea."

"I know," she said. "I should have told you sooner. This just started out as a fun fling, and before I realized, it developed into something serious, and there was this big secret I had hanging out there. I had no idea how you would react, but you're right. You needed to know."

A light bulb clicked on in my brain. "So, this Tyler person my mom saw you with the other night..."

She chuckled. "My dad was the greatest man I knew. When I found out I was having a boy, I decided to name my son after him. My dad's name was John Tyler Linton, so I switched it up and named my son Tyler Jonathan Linton."

"So," I said, "the googly eyes my mom was talking about..."

"Just a mom staring at her child, wondering how he could be so cute and perfect," Kelly said. "He really likes your mom, too. She's the only person outside my family who can hold him without him pitching a fit."

I'd gotten it all wrong. My mom assumed I knew about Kelly having a son, so she figured her comments would make perfect sense. 

There was no other man. This was an even bigger revelation, though.

"Tyler's biological father is the guy I told you about," she continued. "You remember, my ex-boyfriend who didn't want to include me in his baseball fandom? He freaked out when I told him. He was going to try and do the right thing, but I had no interest in marrying him, and he was relieved. He moved to Denver not long after Tyler was born. He e-mails me once in a while to ask about him, but he's only met him once. I don't ask him for child support, and he doesn't get visitation. He's not part of my life."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 13



"Okay," I said. I was still trying to assimilate everything. 

"Just okay?" she asked. "That's all I get?"

"I need time to think, Kelly," I said. "I'm sorry. It's a lot to take in."

"So, where does this leave us?" she asked.

"Kelly, do you not understand what I'm saying?" I asked. I could feel my diarrhea-of-the-mouth affliction coming on, but couldn't stop it. "I have not the first clue how to answer that question. I turn 23 next month. I don't know if I'm ready to raise a child. I don't even know if I'm ready to date a girl who has a child, Kelly. I know I like you. I like you a lot. But I've learned a lot about you; things I didn't know before. You have to give me some time to sort things out in my mind."

"Uh," her voice cracked. "Okay."

"What?" I asked. My words had hurt her, so I tried to soften my tone some. "How did you think this was going to turn out, Kelly?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I-"

"Did you think I was just going to jump for joy and be excited about it?"

"I guess," she said.

"You withheld some pretty important information from me," I said. "Now that I know, you can't possibly expect me just to take it in stride and act like nothing changes."

"When would have been a good time to tell you, Brad?" she asked. "Should I have answered the phone at your mom's office that morning, 'Taco Bell offices, this is Kelly, I have a son, can I help you?'"

"Of course not."

"Okay, so our second call, then?" she asked. "My fingers were buried in my pussy about 10 minutes into it. Would that have been a turn-on for you? 'Oooh, baby, fuck me with that hard cock - and oh, by the way, you wouldn't be the first; my two-year-old son can prove it?' That would have gone over really well, right?"

That actually made me laugh.

"Kelly, I get what you're saying," I said. "But our first conversation was almost two weeks ago."

"I know," she said. "And like I said, I should have found a way to tell you before now. I just really like you. I like you so much, and... I didn't want to lose you."

"I don't want to lose you, either."

"There's only one way you will," she said. "I might as well get this out there now. From the moment I realized I had feelings for you that didn't start between my legs, I knew I was going to tell you. I knew I had to, because he is the one thing in my life that is not negotiable."

She took an audible breath before continuing.

"Tyler is the most important thing in my life, Brad. I'd step in front of a speeding train for him. I've already put off college and taken a job working in fast food for him. And yes, I'd give up talking to you and being with you in the future for him."

She let that settle for a minute. It was heavy.

"None of those are fun thoughts, but I'm not one of those trailer park moms," she said. "I'm not giving my son up for a man, even one who gets to me the way you do."

Her passion blew me away, just as it always did. I didn't know how I felt about getting involved with a single mother, but I knew how I felt about mothers in general.

"I couldn't be with anyone who could," I said. "I'm glad you feel that way."

She exhaled. "So, are we okay?" Kelly asked.

"Kelly, you're looking for an easy answer, and I don't have one for you," I said. "I'll always be honest and truthful and answer any question you have to the best of my ability. But if I don't know the answer, I can't give it to you."

"I get that," she said. "You need to figure out how you feel about everything I told you. But you can't even tell me if you still feel the same way about me?"

"Kelly, you just made it abundantly clear that Tyler is you," I said. "Every decision you make, you've got his best interests in mind. To be with you is to be with your son. Like I said, I couldn't be with you if you felt any differently. But to figure out how I feel about you, I need to figure out my feelings about you having a son. It'd be like saying you love the beach, but you're not sure if you like sand."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"I was patient with you and gave you the time to tell me," I said. "I need you to give me time to think. As soon as I have something to tell you, trust me. I will."

"Okay," she said. "I guess I have to live with that."

"For a little while, yes," I said. "If it's any consolation, I'm not going to be thinking about much else today. So you should have an answer soon."

"Yeah, right," she said. "You're going to watch baseball."

"True," I said. "But it's the Cubs and the Padres. Two epically bad teams. I'll be bored by the second inning."

She giggled, and even with all of this new information, I still couldn't help but love that sound.

"So, can we have story time now?" she asked. My stomach almost turned.

"Um, not right now, Kelly," I said.

"Why not?" she asked. "You've still got a couple hours to go, and I don't work until noon."

"I just don't want to talk about it right now," I said. "Very much not in the mood."

"Brad, that's not part of our deal," she replied. "I said I'd be okay with you doing whatever you want, but you have to tell me. If you weren't going to be in the mood to tell me, you shouldn't have done anything."

"I'll tell you," I said. "I will. I promise. I just don't want to think about that right now. This is probably the first time a man my age has uttered these words, but, there are more important things than sex. I want to tell you, and God help me, I want you to make yourself cum half a dozen times while I tell you. But right now, there are other things on my mind."

"Well, that sucks for me," she said. "Did you do something I wouldn't approve of?"

"No," I said. "I think you'd very much approve. Please, Kelly. Time."

"Fine," she said, huffing as she accepted it. "I'm going to hang up and give you your time."

"Thank you," I said.

"But Brad," she cautioned. "If you're even half the man I think you are, you won't need much."

By the time I'd set the phone down on the passenger seat, I missed her already.

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Due to the stadium's tight confines on the city's northern side, there was no traditional tailgating at Wrigley Field. So I met up with Josh and two other guys at the Cubby Bear, a legendary joint just across the street from home plate. First pitch was at an unusual time of 5 p.m., so we met at 2, leaving plenty of time to pour a significant amount of reasonably priced beer down our throats before heading to the stadium and paying $9 a glass.

One of the guys was Derrick, a high school baseball coach from Milwaukee who had been in Josh's and my fantasy baseball league since we started it four seasons ago. This was the first time I'd met him. He was a short, stocky guy built like a Mack truck.  

The other was Isaac, an Army sergeant who'd been stationed with me in San Antonio. Besides my roommates Chad and Russ, Isaac was probably my best friend in the military. He was black, taller than Derrick but built just as solidly. He was from nearby Rockford and was back home on leave. Both of them were diehard Cubs fans, so of course, Josh wore a Pirates jersey just to fuck with them. I'd chosen to remain neutral.

Josh and Derrick had never met Isaac, so I introduced everyone and we took some time to catch up on everyone's lives. We drank for almost two hours straight, along with a hundred or so other Cubs fans.

When it was time to go, Josh handed the waitress his debit card to cover his tab. Before she could leave, I grabbed it off her tray and handed it back to him.

"I got this," I said. "We had a deal."

"Doesn't start till we get into the stadium," he said. I handed the waitress my card and told her to handle both his and my tabs with it. She smiled and nodded before leaving.

"Wait," Derrick said. "What deal, and how do we get in on this?"

I looked at Josh to see what he would say. I was planning to have a little chat with him before I left town in the morning, but I didn't want to air out the details of my night in Pittsburgh with everyone unless he was okay with it.

"Let him fuck your girlfriend," Josh finally said, sighing.

Derrick just looked back and forth between the two of us, but Isaac grinned.

"Been there, done that," he said.

"Say what?" Josh asked.

"Be fair, Josh," I said, deftly avoiding Isaac's little tribute to my past indiscretions. "It wasn't like I was actively campaigning to get with her."

"Y'all were hitting on each other all day," he retorted.

"I can't speak for her, but I was just being friendly," I said. "Ya know, since you were being a dick to her all day."

"You both wanted it," he said, ignoring my defense. "I just made it happen. Got free beer out of it."

"He made me a bet," I said, trying to explain it to the other two. "He bet me a beer tab at Wrigley that he could get me laid when I visited him in Pittsburgh last week to catch the Pirates game against the Cubs."

"You made him watch a Pirates game?" Derrick asked. "Say no more. That should earn him a night with your girlfriend right there."

Isaac and I laughed; Josh just sat there stoically. "Anyway," I continued. "We had no plans other than dinner after the game, and I was leaving the next morning for Indiana, so I figured there was no way I could lose. I'm crashing at Josh's house, and about an hour after I nod off, this girl comes in room and starts polishing my knob."

I know - it's a grotesque description. Not one I'd ever use with Kelly or any other woman I didn't want to think I was a caveman. But it was boys, beer and baseball. It happens.

"I think I'm dreaming at first, but then I realize it's real. I wake up, and it's Josh's girl. She thought I was him."

"What?" Isaac asked, turning to Josh. "Why the fuck would you do that?"

I'd been asking myself that question, too, but only Josh knew the answer.

"Not getting into that," Josh said, waving us off. 

"C'mon, man," Derrick said. "Spill it. What could possibly make you decide to let your woman sleep with another dude? The beer at Wrigley is expensive, but there ain't a price that high."

"Not happening," Josh said. He motioned toward Isaac. "I'm more interested in what you meant by 'been there, done that,' when I talked about letting him fuck your girlfriend."

I glanced at Isaac, and he shrugged. I wanted to get to the bottom of Josh's issues with Maria, and if this was the price of admission, then so be it.

"He didn't really let me," I said.

"I just didn't put his ass in the hospital when I found out," Isaac said. 

"You gotta understand first, this chick had been trying to get with me for months," I said, and Josh rolled his eyes.

"Nah, it's true," Isaac said. "I don't know why she'd want this piece of shit when she already had me, but she did. She'd been trying to get me to bring him in for a threesome for as long as we'd been dating."

"And she was hot, ya know?" I added. 

"I don't waste my time if a girl isn't at least a nine," Isaac confirmed. "And that's on a bad night."

"I'd never even flirted with her because Isaac is one of my best friends, but I knew she wanted me. So when she came up to me at a New Year's Eve party and told me Isaac had just dropped her like a bad habit, I was intrigued. If I hadn't been so sloshed at the time, the idea of calling him to make sure it was okay might have crossed my mind."

"But it didn't, you mother fucker," Isaac said. "And they made so much fucking noise at the party, somebody recognized her voice and called me. They'd just finished up when I got there."

"You knock his ass out?" Derrick asked.

"Fuck yes, I knocked his ass out," Isaac said, half-glaring at me. We were well past it now, but he'd probably always be a little ticked at me about it. "Right there in the hallway when they came out of the room. Only because we were friends, I didn't beat his ass half to death."

He chugged the rest of his beer before finishing.

"Didn't talk to his ass for a couple weeks," he said. "But after that, I started checking around, and it turned out the girl was a first-class slut. Brad wasn't even the first dude she'd fucked at that party. She wasn't worth it."

"I made it up to him, though," I said. "A couple months later, a few of the Marines got sent downtown to work volunteer security for a big Victoria's Secret fashion show in San Antonio. I invited a couple of the models out for drinks afterward, and told Isaac where we were going. Dude married one of 'em a few months later."

Isaac just nodded in response. 

"Where's the ring?" Josh asked.

"Getting resized, back in San Antonio," he explained. "And you're stalling. You gonna tell us or not?" he asked Josh. Josh thought about it for a minute, then after taking a deep swig of his last beer, he shrugged.

"I fucked one of her roommates," Josh blurted out. Derrick's jaw hit the table and Isaac's eyes widened. I wish I could say I was surprised, but I really wasn't. 

"When?" I asked.

"Two months ago," he answered.

"Why?" I asked.

"Does it matter?" he asked. I guess it really didn't. "What mattered is that I tried to feel terrible about it, but I couldn't. I felt guilty, but only because I'd lied to her about it, not because I did it. I saw how into you she was the other day, and I figured maybe I could square things up letting her have you for a night."

"That makes no sense, bro," Isaac said. "She knows you set that one up. She didn't lie to you, but you've still lied to her. Only way to make up for that shit is to tell her the truth."

"You still love her?" I asked Josh.

"We don't say that," Josh replied. "I like her a lot, but I'm not sure we're gonna work out long-term. She gets on my nerves way more than a girlfriend should, ya know?"

I had no idea what he meant by that - Kelly had aggravated me pretty good by keeping things from me, and we'd only been a couple for a weekend. I didn't have a ton of experience with relationships, but I knew that things were never going to be perfect, and just simply getting on your nerves wasn't a good enough reason to have doubts about the whole thing.

"This is not a cool conversation to have before a baseball game," Josh said.

"It's not," I agreed. "All I'm gonna say is y'all need to have a fucking talk."

Isaac and Derrick agreed with me, and we all headed across the street.

*******************

Wrigley Field was majestic. 

The ivy-covered walls held history that no professional sports venue west of New York could hold a candle to. The structure was old and the seats were designed for 12-year-old girls, but the stadium had an excess of quaint charm, something that was missing in today's cookie-cutter skyscraper wanna-be parks. I had a lot of friends who were Cubs fans, and I gave them a metric asston of crap over their chosen allegiance. But as we sat in our seats down the left-field line, just a couple rows back of where Steve Bartman had infamously doomed the Cubs in the playoffs a few seasons back, I could understand the attraction.

The Cubs' World Series drought stood at 98 seasons and counting, but the vibe in the stadium was electric anyway, as if this was Game 7 and the Cubs were up six in the ninth inning. In reality, they were tied 2-2 with the lowly San Diego Padres in the fifth inning of a game in late June. Chicago was still in first place in its division, though, so the fans were still optimistic. Deep down, though, they all instinctively knew the train would jump the tracks by season's end. 

I'd been paying attention as best I could, but my mind understandably drifted back to Kelly two or three times an inning. I was no closer to figuring anything out when a foil-wrapped hot dog hit me square in the side of the head.

"Hey, dumbass," Isaac said from the seat next to me. "Where the fuck are you?"

"Sorry, man," I said. "I'm here."

"The fuck you are," he replied. "Some girl got your mind jumbled up?"

I wasn't surprised. 

"Yeah, man," I said. "But I don't want to ruin the game."

"C'mon, bro," he said. "Talk to Uncle Isaac." He was 10 years older than me, having gotten a late start in the military. Early on, I'd joked that we couldn't hang out together because he was old enough to be my uncle. The nickname had stuck.

I told him everything. He listened patiently, only stopping to stand up and reach for a foul ball hit in our direction. Josh caught it, and after some razzing from the rest of us, he gave the ball to a little boy sitting one row behind us. 

It took most of the sixth inning to tell him all of it. He was only the second person I'd talked to about every single detail of my relationship with Kelly. The other was Scott, but that was a week ago, and there was a lot more to it now. It was cleansing in a way.

"You're overthinking shit," Isaac concluded when I was done.

"How so?"

He leaned back and pointed to a group of girls sitting in the next section over and a few rows behind us. "See that hot blonde over there across the aisle, wearing basically a black bikini? The one that's been checking me out all game?"

I rolled my eyes but nodded.

"Say there was no Kelly, and that girl walked over to you and started flirting. You'd be interested, right?"

"Probably," I agreed.

"Ok, let's say when she walked over, she had a kid with her. He called her 'momma,' so you knew he was her son. Does that change your mind?"

"Where's the father?" I asked.

"No idea, but she's single," Isaac replied, knowing what I meant.

"Then no. No hesitation," I said immediately. "I've never dated a woman with kids before. I have no idea how I'd do with kids, but if I'm interested in her, I'd be willing to find out."

"There's your answer," he said, a big grin on his face.

"This is different," I said.

"How?" he asked. "Because you didn't find out till later? Doesn't matter, bro. We learn new shit about the people we care for all the time. Unless it's something nasty, it doesn't change how we feel about them. For some guys, kids are a deal breaker, but not for you."

"I don't know if they are or not," I said.

"You just said kids wouldn't stop you from being interested in the girl. That means you're open to it," he said. "Look, Brad. There's a ton of shit that could not click once you meet. Maybe you don't like the way she looks. Maybe you look way better in pictures. Maybe the chemistry you have on the phone vanishes in person."

I'd thought about all of those things a lot, but I wasn't concerned about them.

"I'm not saying any of that's likely," he said, reading my mind. "I've never heard you talk about a girl this way, so I'm guessing you'll be fine, but they're all possibilities. So, maybe you find out that you can't stand being around kids. Maybe a kid just gets in the way of your relationship in a way you aren't willing to accept right now. But maybe not. Maybe you love kids. Maybe he just makes everything you already knew about her even better."

Just then, Alfonso Soriano came to the plate and drilled a fastball over the wall in right-center field with a runner on first. The Cubs led 4-2, and the stadium went nuts. As we stood to cheer, Isaac leaned in close.

"Either way, you have to find out."

By the time the pandemonium died down, I was on the concourse, in one of the quietest places I could find. I knew she was at work, so I dialed directory assistance to get the number for her Taco Bell. After about 27 rings, some guy answered the phone and told me Kelly was insanely busy with the dinner rush. I left a very simple message for her, one he promised me he'd deliver:

"Tell me all about Tyler."

********

Kelly called me back an hour later, just as the top of the ninth inning was starting. The Cubs had added four more runs and now led 8-2, and needed just three more outs to win. 

She was on the verge of tears when I answered. "Does this mean... I got your message but... you're okay? We're okay?"




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 13



"Yes, baby," I asked as I motioned to Isaac that I was heading up the stairs to the concourse again. 

Before I was out of the stands, her tears started up for real. "Oh, God," she said. "Work was so hard tonight. I kept taking breaks, running out to my car to see if you'd called."

"I figured," I said. "That's why I went the direct route."

"I was so worried."

"I know," I said. "And I am sorry about that. I just needed to think."

"What did you decide?"

"That you are the most exciting and amazing woman I've ever met," I said. "That any child of yours would have to be exciting and amazing, too. And that I am so completely and totally into you that I want to know everything about you, and be a part of every part of you. Does that make sense?"

She was openly sobbing now, but I'm pretty sure she sprinkled a 'yes' in there somewhere.

"I took the rest of the night off, and Tyler is staying with my aunt and uncle tonight," she blubbered. "I'm going to drive home now." 

On her way, she told me everything she could think of about her son. The game ended a few minutes later, and while Kelly continued, I made plans with the guys to take our separate cars and hit a Hooters about 45 minutes away in Rockford, Isaac's hometown. 

Ya know, for the wings.

She went on and on about Tyler, as mothers are prone to do about their kids, but I didn't mind one bit. Just hearing her voice thrilled me to no end, and listening to her be so passionate about something excited me. 

About halfway through the long drive, she was done.

"I'm sure I'll think of more to tell you about him before you get here," she said. "But damnit, it's story time now."

The way she so completely shifted gears never failed to throw me off. 

"You know, you blow my mind at least once a call," I said. "One second you're glowing about your son's first steps, and the next you sound like you want to rape me."

"I really want you to rape me," she teased. "Not actually rape me, of course. Can't rape the willing. But you could be rough with me. Punish me for not being honest with you from the beginning. Shove your cock down my throat. Slam me up against a wall and pound me from behind. Force my ankles behind my head and fuck me until I pass out. "

"Woah," I said. "Slow down there, turbo."

"You've turned me into a nympho, Brad," she said. "This is entirely your fault. If you're going to share, you better start talking, or I'll just tell you all about the nasty things running through my slutty little brain right now."

"I'd like that, actually," I said. "But, I promised I would tell you. And speaking of nymphos..."

I told her everything that happened with Ellie. I explained how we'd met at the hotel and how she'd likely stopped me from getting arrested with her eyewitness account of my altercation with Roy. I mentioned my sister's shopping trip, the dancing at the bar, and the deal Ellie had with her deployed boyfriend.

When I started to get into the details of what happened after-hours at the lingerie shop, Kelly wanted to get out of her car and go into her apartment. I didn't let her. I made her finger herself to two orgasms in the complex parking lot first. 

Once she got inside, I made her strip naked, take a banana from her kitchen and bend over the back of her couch. As I finished with the lingerie store details and progressed into what happened in my hotel room, I made her fuck herself with the banana, only letting her cum when Ellie did in my tale. 

She'd cum five times by the time I was finished. I was hard as a rock in my shorts, but I was only five minutes from the restaurant now, so there was no way I could do anything about it. 

"There's something else you should know," I said. "As I left this morning, she asked if she could have phone sex with me."

"Brad, I don't think-"

"Relax," I said. "I told her it was a possibility down the road, but I also told her that until we'd discussed what happened with our partners, it was a good idea not to do anything else. In the meantime, I gave her your phone number."

"You what?" she asked. She didn't sound mad, at least.

"It's ok, hon," I said. "She won't use it until I give her the okay. I figured she could make a new friend, and if you're okay with her, maybe we could both talk to her on the phone after I get back. Completely up to you, though."

"Hmmm, maybe," Kelly said, clearly in the post-orgasm basking stage. "She sounds like a kindred spirit, and I have no idea what I would do if you were suddenly gone for most of a year. Tell her she can call me whenever."

"Will do," I said as I pulled into the restaurant. 

"I'm glad things are okay between us, Brad," she said. "And thank you for story time. This was maybe the best one yet."

I had no idea I'd have even more to tell her in a few hours.

******************

"You ever been fucked so good that you blacked out?"

The pale blonde grinned sheepishly as she looked at the ground and shook her head.

"Seriously?" Isaac asked. "Never?"

She made eye contact with him, but couldn't hold it for long. "Nope."

"You haven't been with the right dude," Isaac continued.

"How would you even do that?" she asked.

"Three things," he said. "You have to have the right equipment. You have to know how to use it. And you have to use all three holes."

She turned a shade of red usually reserved for Porsches. Josh nearly choked on a curly fry, and Derrick had the good sense to turn his head to the left before he spit out his Bud Light, so as not to soak me with it. 

Me? I just laughed a little and watched the girl to see how she'd take it.

Her name was Hannah, and she was the standard-issue Hooters girl. She had an incredible body with smallish boobs that looked bigger with that tight, white tank top stretched across them. Her face was average but still pretty, and she couldn't have been more than a year out of high school. She talked like a valley girl and didn't know how to turn off her flirt switch. 

She was just starting to realize she'd bitten off more than she could chew with Isaac, though. I'd seen him flirt with nuns. He'd once talked an entire group of lesbians into making out with a bunch of drunk dudes on Spring Break. Hannah thought she was charming a customer into giving her a bigger tip, but before she even realized, Isaac had her talking about her sex. He'd teased her about whether she was even old enough to work at a place like this, and when she'd answered by telling him she had more experience than he thought... well, that was basically like Christmas morning for him. 

He started out with a few basic questions before turning to his big winner, which I'd heard him use on multiple occasions with lots of success. Very rarely did a girl say yes, and even those who did were intrigued by Isaac's confidence that he could make it happen so easily. In Hannah's case, it still had her red in the face and flustered.

"How could you do that?" she asked. "I mean, without having another person there?"

"That's certainly an option," Isaac replied, eliciting another glance at the floor. "But not the only one. You said you had some experience. Surely a naughty girl like yourself has toys. You probably have some in your purse right now, or in your glove box."

She didn't answer, but she didn't need to. Her widening eyes and flushed face told us all we needed to know.

"That's what I thought," Isaac continued. "All it takes is a little creativity, a lot of flexibility, and an open mind."

She was about to reply when a customer at a nearby table got her attention, so she told us she'd be back. All four of us watched her leave.

"Why you flirting so hardcore, man?" Josh asked. Thanks to our bet, he'd had more to drink than anyone at Wrigley, and he hadn't slowed down any at the restaurant, even though he was on his own dime now. "I mean, I'm impressed, but I thought you said you were married to a Victoria's Secret model. Must be one of the rare ugly ones if you're trying to pick this chick up."

Isaac just laughed and threw me a look. "Nah, man, I'm just having a little fun. I don't need it anymore, but it's nice to know I still have the game."

We bullshitted idly over the next few minutes and finally finished our food. Hannah brought us the checks, looking as confident and flirtatious as she'd been before her conversation with Isaac. He might have thrown her off her game a little bit, but a few minutes of charming other customers had gotten her back to normal.

Just one question from Isaac broke her right back down.

"So what kind of toys do you like?"

We were all locked in and listening for her answer - an answer it was clear she wasn't going to give.

"She doesn't want to say, Isaac," I said, jumping in for the first time. "Her boss might hear her using all those dirty, naughty words."

"Yeah, Brad, you're right," he said, playing off of me seamlessly. We'd done this more than once back in San Antonio. "I'll use 'em then. Make it a yes-or-no question. So, in your purse, you have a vibrator, right?"

I didn't think her face could get any redder, but it did. She nodded.

"Kinda figured that," Isaac said, nonchalantly. "Lemme see. In the glove box, a dildo, maybe six or seven inches at most, probably all you can fit in there."

"In the trunk," she said quietly. 

"In the trunk?" I repeated. "Why in the trunk?"

"In a bag I keep for workouts," she said. "No space limit in there. It's about nine inches."

Isaac's face lit up. "Ok, then," he said. "I'm a little impressed now. Now you just gotta find somebody to help you use them right."

"You know anyone?" she fired back. 

"I think I might," he grinned.

"You'll have to introduce me sometime," she said. I didn't know how Isaac would respond - he might flirt a lot, but he was faithful to his wife. Hannah either decided this was getting out of hand or took his lack of response as a sign that she won, because she started walking away. "You guys have a great night."

Again, all four of us dutifully watched her leave. It wasn't the best ass I'd ever seen, but it was clad in tight orange spandex, so it had my attention. As we filled out our receipts, Josh looked over at Isaac's and started to give him crap.

"Dude, you put your number on it," he exclaimed. "Y'all gave me crap for cheating, but at least I'm not married."

Derrick and Josh continued to rag on Isaac, who just grinned and shrugged it off. I didn't jump in, because I saw whose number he wrote.

***************************

Hotels were getting old, and I still had a couple more nights to go before I didn't have to stay in them anymore. Isaac invited me to stay over at his parents' house, but I didn't for a couple of reasons. For one, a bunch of his family was back in town and staying there too, so the only spot for me was on the living room floor. The other, more important reason was Kelly. With the kind of phone call we had planned for that evening, privacy was a must.

We didn't talk about Tyler, or my road trip, or my plans when I got home, or her plans for escaping the fast-food business, or any of the other external issues in our lives. Instead, we chose to focus on the thing that drew us together in the first place. After the pent-up frustration of the last couple of days, we both had some steam to blow off.

I told her the whole Ellie story again, but I substituted Kelly in the starring role and told it as if it were she and I fucking on the floor of the lingerie store. It made her cum three times. She wanted to relive our steamy three-way phone call with Jenny in Indianapolis, so I made her cum a few more times from that before finally joining her.

It was 1 a.m. when we called it a night, due to her working the early shift the following morning. After a quick check of SportsCenter, I tucked myself into bed. I was just about asleep when my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered without checking the caller ID. 

"Hi," the voice said. It was female and it was timid, and it made me sit up a little.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"It's Hannah," she said. "From Hooters."

I almost laughed out loud, but I didn't. Of course, I'd seen Isaac write my phone number down on his receipt, but I didn't really expect the girl to call. 

"Is this Isaac?" she asked.

"No," I answered. "I'm Brad. I was sitting across from Isaac at the restaurant."

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry! He, uh, kinda made some promises, and..." she trailed off.

"I know," I said. "I was there. And he wrote my phone number down for a reason."

"Oh," she said, sounding surprised now. I waited, and then the recognition kicked in. "Oh."

As it usually was, being forward was the best move here.

"I'm staying at the Comfort Inn and Suites just down the street from Hooters," I said. "Room 221. You want to come by?"

"Umm," she hesitated. Everything Isaac had said at the restaurant was true, but it was more than just what you could do physically. As I'd learned on this trip, most women preferred a man who could take charge of a sexual situation, and that only made the sex better.

"It's your call. I can't force you," I said. "But if you're coming, be here in the next 10 minutes."

"Okay?" It was definitely more of a question than an answer, but I had more.

"And Hannah?"

"Yeah?"

"If you do come, bring your toys in with you," I said. "And don't plan on going home until the morning."

It was barely audible, but I heard it - she moaned into the phone. I didn't even bother asking again.

"I'll see you in a few."

I got out of bed and turned the lights on, but stopped short of putting my clothes back on. I didn't plan to do much talking when she arrived, so my boxers were just fine.

A few moments later, I heard a timid knock at the door. I just waited. When she knocked the second time, it was a lot stronger. I opened the door.

"Hi, Hannah," I said, motioning her in. She still wore her Hooters outfit, and she carried a black duffel bag. As soon as she was inside, I pushed her slight frame up against the door and forced my tongue into her mouth. She whimpered in surprise, but she returned my kiss enthusiastically. I could taste cherry lip gloss as I sucked her top lip into my mouth.

"Wow," she breathed when I finally let her up. "What about-"

This time I pulled her toward me, wrapping my fingers tightly in her sandy blonde hair. She wasn't as surprised this time, and instead of a whimper, she rewarded me by moaning into my mouth.

"We'll talk later," I said, and she nodded. I picked her up and carried her over to the king-sized bed, knocking her bag to the floor as I went. Her halter top rode up as I laid her on the bed, and I immediately attacked her exposed stomach, running my tongue all over the taut skin as she squirmed and giggled.

"I'm ticklish," she said with a sly laugh.

"I can see that," I replied. Isaac hadn't held back on the promises he'd made, and I intended to do my best to follow through. So, I set about uncovering and exploring every inch of her barely legal body. Her top was the first to go, followed by the flimsy white bra she wore underneath. At the restaurant, I'd thought her boobs looked bigger than they actually were, but she had legitimate C-cups trapped underneath that tight tank top. I kissed up and down each arm and across her collar bones before moving down her chest. I trailed my tongue down the valley all the way to her belly button, and I spent a lot of time licking and sucking all over her tits. I carefully avoided her small, pink nipples, and she moaned in frustration each time I got close before moving away. 

I used my teeth to slide the famous orange shorts down her long, toned legs, and when I went back to her waist to remove those famous tan stockings, I was surprised to find that they were all that stood between me and her clean-shaven pussy.

"Are you always this naughty?" I asked, hooking my thumbs in the stockings and slowly rolling them down.

She giggled. "Yes, but it's more comfortable, too. About half the girls at our restaurant go commando. The rest wear thongs. You - OH!"

I immediately sucked her clit into my mouth, grinning inwardly at her reaction. I knew after the way I took my time with her upper body, she'd be expecting me to do the same below the waist, too. So, I attacked her pussy feverishly, lavishing her clit with long strokes of my tongue and rubbing my stubbled chin back and forth against her lips. I hadn't even gotten my tongue into her pussy yet, but she was soaking my face with her juices.

"Jesus, Hannah," I said between licks. "Have you been thinking about this all night, or am I just pushing all your buttons?"

"Wanted this all night," she managed to spit out. "Tongue is... fuck, Brad!" I felt her hand tighten in my hair as her legs tensed up. I eased up to let her answer. "Your tongue is amazing, and I've never had my pussy eaten by a guy before."

Part of me wanted to cuss out all the men in north central Illinois for being stupid enough to have never tasted this girl's pussy. The other part of me was intrigued by the 'by a guy' part of her response.

"Nobody's eaten it in a few months, so please," she begged. I'd only gone right at her pussy to throw her off - I had every intention of continuing down her body before I let her have an orgasm. The desperation in her voice, though, made me change my mind. This was all about maximizing her pleasure, and taking the edge off right now would let her enjoy the rest of the night.

I pushed my thumb down onto her clit as I finally thrust my tongue deep into her slick hole. Her pussy inundated me with juices as I tonguefucked her, and I could hear the short, clipped breaths she was drawing. She didn't make a whole lot of noise, but it was still easy to tell when she came. Her whole body tensed up like a 2x4, and she gripped the blanket so hard her knuckles were white. Thankfully I had her legs pinned to the bed with my upper body, or she might have tried to choke me to death.

"Not a screamer, huh?" I asked when she finally relaxed.

"That was one of the best orgasms I ever had," she said. "But, no, I've never made a lot of noise."

"You will by the time I'm done," I replied. "That was just the beginning." 

Her eyes widened a little as she smiled. "That's why I'm here."

I grabbed her duffel bag off the floor. "Turn over onto your stomach while I see what you brought for me to play with." I dumped the contents out onto the dresser as she rolled over. There were two vibrators, one a small silver bullet and the other a six-inch purple one with multiple speeds and a clit massager. There was also a longer flesh-colored dildo; I assumed it was the one she'd told Isaac about. She'd also brought a bottle of lube and several condoms, in addition to some clothes. I took the longer vibrator and the lube and went back to the bed. Hannah was face down with her back arched slightly and her tight, well-toned ass maybe eight inches off the blanket.

"Very good, Hannah," I said. "You know how to do what you're told. Now, relax and enjoy this."

I turned the vibrator to its lowest setting and started at her ankle, running the toy slowly up her calf. She giggled and writhed when I went behind her knee, but I didn't linger, instead moving up her thigh and onto her ass. I repeated the process on her other leg and then went back and forth a few more times. When I was ready to move on, I left the vibrator between her ass cheeks, ensuring it was buzzing right on her pink, puckered hole. I then went back to her legs, using my hands to give her a good, legitimate lower body massage.

After a few minutes, Hannah started grinding her pussy into the mattress and clinching the vibrator tight between her cheeks. When she slipped a hand underneath to work on her clit, I stopped her.

"Uh uh," I said, lightly swatting her ass. "That's mine. Hands off."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 13



She whimpered but did as she was told. I spent a few more moments kneading her thighs, then started a vigorous rubdown of her ass cheeks. With each circle, my thumbs got closer and closer to the vibrator, still buzzing away on her ass. I let my fingers get as close to her pussy lips as they could without actually touching them.

"Driving me crazy," she muttered.

"I know," I answered. 

I knelt next to Hannah and pushed up on her thighs until she was on her hands and knees. I removed the vibrator and put it in her left hand.

"Use this only on your clit, and only on the low setting," I said. "And don't cum until I say so."

She mewled a response, and as soon as I felt the vibrations on her clit, I slipped two fingers into her pussy. I didn't start moving them just yet, though.

"Better get used to them, Hannah," I said. "My cock is a lot bigger."

Just when she got comfortable, I started moving my fingers gently in and out of her twat. I was purposely distracting her from what came next. Despite Isaac's talk at the restaurant about using all three holes, I wasn't sure how she'd handle me playing with her ass. Kelly had wanted me to practice, and if she was willing, Hannah was going to be my guinea pig. 

I leaned down and drug my tongue from her tailbone all the way to my fingers. When I passed over her asshole, she gave me a small shriek.

"What the hell was that?" she moaned.

"You're a smart girl, Hannah," I said. "Don't ask stupid questions. Just enjoy it."

Of course, if she'd raised a serious objection, I would have quit. But she didn't, and I went right back to licking her ass. I'd had anal sex before, but this was the first time I'd licked a girl's ass. There was no real taste to it, just the same sweat-on-skin scent I'd detected when I'd been eating her pussy. I really enjoyed the way she bucked and spasmed every time I made contact though, and I made mental note to try it out on Kelly.

"You ready to cum?" I mumbled into her ass after about five minutes.

"Fuck, yes," she replied.

"Sucks for you," I answered, and she groaned as I pulled my fingers and tongue away from her, leaving her with just light vibration on her clit. "In a few seconds, I'm going to give you a rhythm. I want you to use it to count out loud to 50," I said. "When you get there, you can cum."

"Ok?" she asked, clearly not sure what I meant. She figured it out a few seconds later, when I pushed my cock all the way into her sopping pussy from behind. True to what she'd said before, she didn't make any noise, but she did audibly expel all the air from her lungs.

"That was one," I said. I pulled all the way out, waited about 10 seconds, and then drove my cock home again.

"Two," she moaned. I did the same thing a few more times, until she was at seven. I gave her six quick, short strokes, throwing her count off a little.

"C'mon, Hannah," I said. "The same pace is boring. I have to mix it up a little bit. Try to keep up."

I pushed back inside her and bottomed out for a few seconds. I knew I was teasing her, but I needed a few seconds to grab the lube. She was still facing the headboard, so she didn't see me squirt it all over my fingertips.

I fucked her for another minute, using a few quick thrusts followed by long, slow strokes. When she hit 25, I slipped my right index finger an inch into her ass. She yelped and whipped her head back toward me. 

"Fuck, that's tight," she said.

"Gonna get a lot tighter in a little bit," I promised. This time when her eyes widened, it was in surprise.

"I don't know if that's going to work," she hesitated.

"It will," I answered. "If you want it to."

"I do, but..."

"Then shhh," I said. "You're trying to cum, remember?"

I held my cock in place while I wiggled the finger around, fucking her ass with it and giving her time to adjust. When I thought she was ready, I started up a slow and steady pace with my cock, alternating my thrusts into her pussy with my finger in her ass. When she reached 45, I went for broke, pounding her pussy furiously and leaving my finger lodged in her ass.

She stepped all over the last few numbers, calling out things I weren't sure fell into any language. When she hit 50, though, her body collapsed as she let herself erupt.

"Cum for me, Hannah," I called out, though she was clearly already doing so. Her body spasmed against the bed, and her ass clamped down on my finger as the orgasm coursed through her. It was a lot stronger than the first one, but not nearly as strong as she was capable of. When she relaxed a little, I pulled my fingers and cock from her body and stood up, dropping my boxers on the floor before getting back on the bed with her.

"Back up on your hands and knees," I said. She groaned a little, but pulled herself up to the doggystyle position again. "Remember what Isaac said about using all three holes?" I asked, and she nodded. "Well, we've used two. Time to use the third for a while."

She looked back and saw my cock waving lewdly in front of me, still wet with her juices. She licked her lips.

"Bring it over here," she growled. I laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of me in a 69. She immediately gobbled as much of my cock as she could. 

"Don't feel bad when you don't make me cum," I said.

"Who says I won't make you cum?" she asked.

"You'll be too busy doing it yourself."

With that, I plunged my still-slick finger back into her asshole and shoved my tongue deep into her pussy. I felt her moan around my cock, but I did my best to ignore what she was doing. She'd clearly had some practice at giving head for being so young, but I'd run into some of the best ever on this trip, so I wasn't too worried about losing it before I'd taken good care of her. I just wanted her to get the feel of all three holes being filled at once. Chad, Russ and I had done that to a Navy girl who lived one apartment building over from us, and she'd stayed passed out for so long that we were starting to talk about calling 911 before she finally woke up. This wouldn't be the same since I didn't have three cocks, but I wanted her to enjoy it anyway.

Hannah proved to be multi-orgasmic. She came on my tongue within about five minutes, and when I stopped to give my lips a short rest, she came again just from me finger-fucking her tight asshole. She was determined, though, so she kept attacking my cock as soon as she recovered from each orgasm. I had no intention of cumming in her mouth, but there was no harm in enjoying her enthusiastic attempts.

I kept my finger in her ass but stopped moving it for the time being. Instead, I used my right hand to lightly swat her ass. I expected a reaction, but not the one I got.

"I would say you hit like a girl," she said, her eyes twinkling as she briefly pulled up from my cock and looked over her shoulder at me. "But even my ex-girlfriend hits harder than you."

She had just barely slipped my cock back between her lips when I let loose with the hardest slap I could manage while laying on my back. She screamed out around my dick, and she bit down just a little in surprise.

"You were saying?" I asked, doing the same to the other asscheek. She screamed again, but after two or three more swats I could definitely detect a strong moan buried in her shouts. Soon, I pulled the finger from her ass and used both hands to spank her ass at the same time.

Her pussy was creaming again on my chest, so I knew she was seriously enjoying what I was doing. She lost her focus on my cock as her ass grew redder and more sore, but that was ok with me. I didn't want to cum, and I was already plenty hard.

"You like me turning your little tan ass red, don't you?" I asked, but got no response, so I spanked her harder. "When people ask a question, Hannah, you're supposed to answer "

"Fuck, Brad," she moaned and began grinding her pussy on my chest. "You've got me so hot."

"You want to cum again?" I asked, knowing it was a stupid question.

"Fuck, yes," she groaned.

"Go ahead, then," I said. "Just from what you're doing there, though."

She didn't even try to argue. She just ground her pussy against my pecs even more desperately, and I didn't even stop her when she forced her right hand between our bodies and rubbed her clit. I squeezed her red, throbbing ass hard with both hands, stopping every so often to lay another smack. It took her another few minutes, but she came for a fifth time.

"You're such a hot, greedy, sexy bitch," I said. I didn't think she'd have a problem with the name-calling in the heat of the moment, and her smile told me I was right.

"I'm trying to get you off, too," she moaned, collapsing onto my legs. "Not my fault you're so fucking stubborn."

"I have other ideas for how I want to get off," I said.

"Yeah?" she asked. "Care to share?"

"I'd rather show." With that, I rolled her off onto the bed and back into the doggystyle position. I grabbed her lube, and while I slipped a condom on, I poured a liberal amount of it onto her ass.

"Cold," she said, gasping.

"Not for long," I replied, pouring lube onto my rubber-encased cock as well. "Guessing you've never had a cock in your ass before, right?"

She shook her head without looking back, and I felt her body tense up a little.

"That's not going to help anything, Hannah," I said, gently massaging her lower back as I lined my cock up with her puckered hole. "The more relaxed you are, the more you'll enjoy it. This will just be a warmup, ok? I promise I'll blow your mind in a few minutes, but right now, just get comfortable with my cock. This will be the only time tonight I'll go slowly and take it easy on you."

Her blond hair bobbed up and down in response, so I slowly eased the head of my cock forward. There was some initial resistance, but the lubrication helped me slide in fairly quickly.

"That's the head," I said. "Keep breathing, and just enjoy the sensation."

"Feel... so full," she stammered.

"Well then, buckle up, because there's more." If I wanted to make it completely painless, I could have spent half an hour pushing my cock into her ass, but with the condom on, I didn't know if I could stay hard that long. So I went at a decent pace, and was about halfway in within a few minutes.

"Hurts in such a nice way," she moaned. "Feels like you're splitting me in two. I don't know how my body could like that, but..."

"Don't think," I said. "You're naked in bed with a guy who knows what he's doing. The only part of your brain you need right now is the part that will help you remember this tomorrow. The rest can go on break." 

She couldn't form a coherent thought, so she just babbled something in response. I pulled out a couple of inches then slowly pushed back in. A few more of those, and I had my whole eight inches buried up her ass.

"Fuck, this is hot, baby," I said, admiring the view of her tight ass stretched across my cock. For emphasis, I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture. That got her attention, but I quickly explained. "Just for me and you, hon." Not entirely true, but oh well.

"I can't believe.. whole cock in there," she stammered. 

"You're doing great. I'm gonna fuck you slow for a couple more minutes, then we'll really get going."

Her ass clung to my cock like a pair of vise grips and the pressure in my balls was mounting. I started to regret not letting her make me cum in her mouth, especially knowing what I had planned for the main event. Still, I'd been torturing her all night, so it was only fair that I get a little torture myself.

Hannah worked her hand and wrist furiously against her pussy, and after just a few more thrusts, she was at her boiling point again.

"Go ahead and cum, Hannah," I said. "Cum with my big cock in your ass."

She did as I said, letting out a small shout into the pillow. That was the first real noise she'd made during an orgasm.

"You ready?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.

"Please," she gasped, struggling mightily just to breath. "Please just keep fucking me."

I smiled and rolled us both onto our sides, in a spoon position, with my cock still buried in her ass. All of the toys were in a pile in front of her.

"Hand me the dildo, and grab the bullet vibrator," I said. A few seconds later, she put the long, flesh-colored dong in my hand. I lifted her top leg and fucked in and out of her ass a couple times just to hear her moans. "Use your bottom hand to put that vibrator right on your clit, Hannah. Hold your leg up with the other hand."

A few seconds passed before I heard the telltale buzzing of the bullet. She took her leg and raised it even higher than I'd been holding it. 

"Take my cock now," I growled, then started forcefully fucking her ass, using long, deep strokes meant to bottom out each time. She was unprepared for my sudden vigor, and yelped a couple of times.

"Fuck, you're tearing me apart," she moaned.

"Yeah, but you've cum like 14 times," I said. "The next time you complain will be the first time."

"Uh huh," she stuttered. I fucked her a couple more minutes, but the pressure was really started to build inside of me, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could last.

"Here it comes, Hannah," I said. I placed the long, thick dildo at the dripping opening of her pussy, and with two short, half-strokes, I bottomed it out in her pussy.

"FFUUUUUUUUUUCK!!" she shouted, and I grinned wide enough that my cheeks hurt.

"Told you I'd make you scream," I said. The rhythm of fucking her ass and using my arm to fuck her pussy was a little clunky, but I managed to keep both going at a decent clip. Finally, I reached around her neck with my bottom hand, and stuffed three fingers in her mouth.

"There," I grunted into her ear, my voice barely above a whisper. "Got something in each hole, don't you? Suck my fingers. Take that giant dildo up your pussy, and take my cock up your little virgin ass. You feel like a little used slut, don't you?" I asked.

She nodded and said something completely unintelligible. I forced the fingers a little farther into her mouth and started working my hand and my cock as hard as I could.

Her last scream was garbled by my fingers, but I knew she was coming. I was right there, too, and when she started biting my fingers with the intensity of her orgasm, the pain sent me over the edge.

"FUCK HANNAH!!" I shouted, adding my voice to hers and waking up the whole hotel in the process. I didn't give a fuck. I felt blast after blast of my cum erupt into the condom, and the dildo slipped from my hand as I convulsed slightly. Hannah didn't seem to mind, riding out two or three aftershocks as I came down from my eruption.

She let her left leg go, and it collapsed against her right. I pulled my left hand from between them and slowly managed to extricate my fingers from the mouse trap that was her teeth. 

"Thanks for at least leaving them attached," I said, grimacing as they throbbed. She'd left pretty serious teeth marks in my index, middle and ring fingers, but she could have drawn blood and it would have been worth it.

She didn't answer, and as I pulled my softening cock from her ass, I raised up and looked at her face.

She was passed out cold.

I smiled as I got up to wash off. The condom was overflowing, which meant some of my cum had spilled over into her ass. She deserved nothing less for her first time. It made sense to me - I hadn't cum since Ellie's attack earlier that morning, and I'd gotten Kelly all worked up with my stories, not to mention torturing Hannah for the better part of two hours. 

I took a quick shower and returned to the bed to see that Hannah was sleeping peacefully. I thought about waking her up so she could clean up, but... meh. She'd earned a nap. I slid in behind her, and realized all at once that sleep was about to take me too. Before it did, though, I opened a text to Kelly and typed "Wasn't expecting more tonight, but here ya go. Details coming soon." I attached the picture of my cock buried in Hannah's ass, hit send, and drifted off. 

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Brad's Road Trip Ch. 14



 A couple notes before we begin: If you're new to the series (or just don't have a long-term eidetic memory and can't remember what you read 8+ years ago), I'd suggest starting from the beginning, because this is very much a story that won't make a ton of sense if you don't. At the very least, start with Chapter 12. There's a pretty good recap of everything that happened in Ch. 1-11. The sex scenes will stand pretty well by themselves, but there's a significant backstory, too.

This one is a little shorter and doesn't include any actual sex. I more than make up for it with the next two chapters... WHICH ARE WRITTEN!!! Woohoo!! They'll be posted shortly after this one.

Thanks for sticking with me or being new to the party, whichever you are. My editor is AnInsatiableReader and she's very good at what she does. The ideas are mine -- the fact that they get on paper without sounding like Swahili jibberish is all her. (And no, I'm not giving you too much credit. Hush.)

Enough of the notes. 

Day 13

Tuesday, June 23

Rockford, IL to Omaha, NE

Well... this was a sight I could get used to.

As a rule, I wasn't a big fan of hotel rooms. This was my third night in a row in a hotel, and I had two more to go. I'd rather crash on someone's floor or camp out than deal with another non-descript hallway, too-small bathroom and 14-inch TV made in the 1970s. Outside of a couple exceptions I'd met on my trip, hotel desk clerks were about as friendly as a starving pitbull.

If every hotel could provide me with a hot naked girl laying ass-up on my bed, though... well, every man has a price.

That was the view I got when I returned from the hotel's small gym a little after 9 a.m. Hannah, the Hooters waitress from the night before, was still passed out cold on the bed with that sexy ass -- the one I'd deflowered just hours ago -- facing the ceiling. Her various toys were scattered around her, along with a jar of lube and a few articles of her clothing. Her pale ass cheeks were still tinted red from the spanking I'd given her.

I'd had more sex on this trip than most single guys get in a year, but I knew last night would stick in my memory for a long time. It wasn't often that I got to take a girl's anal virginity, but it had been some of the hottest sex I'd ever had. 

It had been good practice for me as well, because I had another anal cherry to pop before too long. Kelly had specifically requested that I have anal sex with someone on the trip. I'd done her one better by snapping a picture when I first slid my cock into Hannah's ass and sending it to her.

"Holy fuck!!" Kelly's text read. "That's sooo fucking hot, but how the fuck did she take that?"

"Same way you will," I'd replied when I woke up. "I was gentle until I didn't need to be. Took a few minutes, but she was creaming all over the bed before long." In a separate text, I'd said, "When you wake up, make yourself cum just from looking at that picture and imagining it was you."

She hadn't replied yet, so I set my phone on the dresser and shed my workout clothes. I approached Hannah and gently shook her shoulder, but she didn't stir. Getting an evil idea, I reached for her purple vibrator, lubed it up slightly and slipped it halfway into her pussy. She squirmed a little at the intrusion but didn't wake up, so I took her silver bullet and sat it in the cleft between her cheeks, using the twin globes to hold it in place but ensuring it touched her pink opening.

When everything was in place, I turned both vibrators on. It took most of a minute, but she slowly stirred to life, a serene smile painted on her lips.

"Good morning," she said. Her eyes widened a little as her brain registered what was happening between her legs.

"Good morning," I said. "I'm going to take a shower. Be a good girl and don't move until I get back."

"What if something slips or falls out?"

"Don't move, and it won't." I gave her a sadistic smile as I stepped into the bathroom. I didn't necessarily take my time in the shower, but I didn't hurry for her benefit either. About 10 minutes later, I walked back into the room. Hannah's eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. Sweat beaded on her forehead and she was breathing hard, but it looked like she'd done what I asked.

"Good girl," I said, kneeling on the bed next to her. "Ready for a reward?"

She just whimpered, which I took for a yes. I replaced the silver bullet with my tongue and pushed the other vibrator fully into her pussy at the same time.

"Oh God," she moaned. "I'm so sore, but that feels so fucking good."

I didn't reply, instead ramping up the intensity on my rimjob. She moved her hand underneath to rub her clit, and before long, she was cumming on the sheets again.

"What about you?" she gasped, staring at my hard-on as it jutted out lewdly. "I don't think I can handle you in my ass again right now, but you can fuck me."

"Just showered," I said, though that wasn't the biggest reason. "Roll over."

She did as I asked, and I started pumping my cock. Her tits were just big enough for what I wanted, and as I straddled her chest, she got the idea and pushed them together. She spit on her hand and lubed my cock with it, making it slick enough to slide back and forth between her breasts. They weren't huge, but a moderate C-cup was more than enough. I balanced myself with my fists on the bed, letting her boobs do most of the work.

That lasted for a few minutes, then I had her sit up on the edge of the bed. I stood in front of her and straddled her thighs, sliding my cock back between her breasts. From that angle, I could fuck her tits faster.

"Ooh, I bet you like that," she said.

"I do," I answered. "Almost as much as you liked my cock in your ass last night."

"Fuck," she muttered. "I thought you were fucking me with a coke bottle. Just sitting down now hurts a little bit."

"Good," I said, smiling. I wasn't gonna last a whole lot longer. "I'm leaving town in a minute here, and I want you to have something to remember me by."

"Wanna give me a little something else? Maybe a load of cum on my tits?"

"Not sure how little it's gonna be," I replied, wrapping my hand in her blonde curls and pushing her head forward. She rested her forehead on my sternum, and I fucked her tits as hard as I could. When I was ready to cum, I pulled her head back.

"Wanna see," I stammered, all I could get out before I splashed her with rope after rope of cum. One shot landed under her chin, with the rest splashing her neck and upper chest. She took hold of my cock and managed to milk a few more drops, smearing them all over her nipples.

"Fuck the phone," she said. "That's a fucking wake-up call."

"Glad you enjoyed it," I replied, grabbing my towel and wiping my cock before tossing it to her.

"So, what exactly happened last night?" she asked, standing up and walking gingerly toward the bathroom.

"I have to tell you?" I laughed.

"Before I got here," she said. "I was under the impression I was calling Isaac."

"Isaac is married to a woman who models underwear for a living," I answered, pulling on a pair of boxers and cargo shorts. "He's the most faithful guy I know, so it's nothing personal, but he was never going to do anything with you."

"He had me fooled."

"That's the idea," I said. "We used to run that particular game when he was still single. Sometimes he just likes to remember that he still has it, but he'll never follow through."

"Why did he leave your number, then?" she asked.

"He's not about making empty promises," I answered. "He knew I could deliver on his boasts, and I saw him write my number down when we left. He didn't think you'd have the stones to call."

"What about you?"

"Truthfully? I didn't think so either, but I'm glad I was wrong."

"Yes, you were." She grinned at me, and as she passed me on her way to the shower, she bent over and spread her ass cheeks for me. I whistled as she walked away.

I got dressed and packed up, then wrote something on the hotel stationary as I waited for her to get out. 

"I've left a couple phone numbers for you on this notepad," I said. "The first is my phone number. Text me with your e-mail address later. I'm trying to keep up with everyone I meet on this road trip."

"Road trip?" she asked, and I gave her a few details of my last two weeks. "What about the second number?"

"I have a girlfriend back in Idaho," I explained. "She knows everything I'm doing and is only mad that she's not here to be my accomplice."

"Ah," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "Why do I need her number?"

"I want you to send her a text message at some point this morning," I said. "Tell her in great detail how my cock felt pumping in and out of your ass. Tell her how many times you came. Describe how full you felt when you were stuffed on both ends."

"Holy fuck," she shuddered. "That's fucking hot."

"She's never taken it up the ass, either," I said, grabbing my bags. "That's going to change in a few days, but I want her to have a first-hand account of what she's in for."

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"So, my phone's been vibrating so much lately that I might as well just stick it in my pussy and call it a night."

That's how Kelly answered the phone. I was just crossing from Illinois into Iowa on I-80.

"Uh oh," I said, already used to her answering the phone in a way that made me harder than steel. "I better not have to start competing for your phone time."

"Stop giving my phone number to hot girls, then," Kelly answered. I knew she was kidding, but still.

"Who now?"

"Well, Jenny and I texted some yesterday, but it was kind of awkward without you being a part of it. Ellie and I talked for a few minutes, but I think she just wanted to make sure I was okay with what you guys had done. And then I got a text a few minutes ago from a girl who didn't give me her name, but told me in detail how you destroyed her ass last night."

"That's Hannah," I answered. "She's a waitress at Hooters that Isaac picked up last night. You wanted me to brush up on my anal sex skills, and she was more than willing."

"I figured she was the girl in the picture with that baseball bat sticking out of her ass," Kelly said. "For her troubles, I sent her a picture of myself. I sent Ellie and Jenny one, too."

"Wait one fucking second," I said. "Are you telling me three of the last four girls I've fucked know what you look like, but I don't?"

I could hear her smiling from a time zone away. "If you have any other numbers you'd like me to send pictures to, just let me know."

"That's it, woman," I said. "Just for that, I'm going to give you story time right now, but you can't cum."

"BRAD!!" She screamed so loud that ears were ringing in the car behind me, and a quick check of my rear view showed no one in sight. "That's so not fair!"

"Neither is you sending your picture out to the entire nation, but not the one person who wants to see it more than anyone else," I reasoned. "You made your bed. You can lie in it now."

"I'm sitting on the couch, actually," she giggled.

"Even better," I said. "Take your clothes off, and once you're naked, your hand does not leave your pussy."

"I thought you said I couldn't cum," she said.

"You can't," I answered. "You're going to play with yourself the entire time, though, and it's a long story."

She groaned as I started. I told her about the conversation between Isaac and Hannah at Hooters, and I told her about my late-night phone call. When I got to the finale, when I'd stuffed Hannah's long, thick dildo in her pussy while reaming her ass, Kelly started whining.

"Can I please cum, Brad? Pretty please?" she begged.

"No," I stated flatly, and then continued my story. I told her about the morning's activities, ending with my cum splattering on Hannah's chest. By the time I finished, I'd been teasing Kelly for about half an hour.

"Oh my God, Brad," she moaned. "I don't think I can stop myself."

"Both hands on the phone," I said. "I'm going to be very disappointed in you if you cum right now."

She let out the pathetic wail of a child who'd just had her candy taken away, but her breathing slowed down a little.

"There's nothing I can do to change your mind?" she begged.

"There is something you can do," I said. "Put your clothes back on."

Her silence was deafening, but I heard rustling on the other end of the line.

"Wow," she said finally. "The honeymoon's over, and we haven't even met yet."

"Why do you say that?"

"Not only will you not let me cum, now you don't even want me to be naked?"

I couldn't tell if she was genuinely hurt or if she was just messing with me.

"I almost always want you to be naked, Kelly," I said. "But it's my turn to share. And while the idea of you laying there au natural excites me... you know, your nipples getting hard in the open air, your pussy quivering as the ceiling fan blows a gentle breeze across your legs, your breasts rising and falling as you breathe..." 

I let that hang there for a minute, knowing it would get her worked up and prime her even more for what I had planned in a few minutes.

"... that would be a little awkward when I started talking about my dad."

The noise Kelly made was nothing I'd ever heard before. She choked up in laughter at the sudden change in the conversation, but at the same time she groaned because I'd just pushed her buttons again.

"Oooh, I am so going to get you back for this," she said.

"Keep withholding your picture from me," I replied. "That will do it."

She was silent, either planning her revenge or steaming that I wasn't going to let her off the hook. Probably both.

"Anyway," I replied, as if I had no idea what I was doing to her. "Have you met my dad?"

"Will?" she asked. "Yeah, he does the computer networking stuff for all the restaurants, but he gets aggravated when anyone calls him Mr. Carver. He makes everyone use his first name."

"He's always been that way," I replied. "Very personable and approachable."

"Just like you," she said. "He's always playing pranks and trying to make everyone laugh. He's a good-looking guy, too. The manager at another store has a huge crush on him, but he'd be a bit too old for my tastes even if he wasn't married to the woman who signs my paychecks. Lucky for me, I found a carbon copy of him a lot closer to my age. The resemblance between the two of you is uncanny."

"It's funny you should say that, Kelly," I answered. "Because someone else's name is on my birth certificate."

"Say what?"

"Will Carver is my stepdad."

"Holy shit!" she shouted, genuinely surprised. "How is that even possible?"

"My mom divorced my sperm donor when I was still a baby," I explained. "She met my dad when I was one, married him right after I turned two. He was in the Air Force, so we moved all over the place. He's from Pocatello, though, so we moved there before my freshman year when he retired."

"But you... you guys look so much alike!"

"I know," I said. "Like you said, we have similar personalities, too. We're both laid back and spontaneous, but we feel more comfortable when we're in control of a situation. We have huge ambitions -- my dad has long since exceeded the goals he had for himself, and I'm on my way to that. Our families are the most important things in our lives, and we'd do anything to protect them. I've already told you some stories about that."

"Yeah," she said, still unable to wrap her mind around this.

"The only reason people knew he was my stepdad and not my biological dad when I was a kid was because of our different last names."

"He didn't adopt you?"

"They couldn't afford to," I said. "My sperm donor was an asshat, but his family had money. Every time they tried to adopt me, he threatened to fight with high-priced lawyers. So, when I finished boot camp, I had my name legally changed to Carver."

"What was it before?"

"Frost."

"Brad Frost," Kelly said, rolling it around on her tongue. "Doesn't sound right."

"It never has. I couldn't have chosen a better dad. He was at every baseball and football game, every piano recital, and every promotion ceremony in the Marines. He taught me everything I know about computers, he showed me how to fix things around the house, and he shared his financial wisdom. He treats my mom like a queen, and takes part in Habitat for Humanity events at least once a month, and that's how I learned to treat women and my fellow man."

"He sounds..." Kelly paused, deep in thought. "He sounds a lot like my dad."

My heart hurt for her. As much as I loved my dad, I had no idea how I'd have handled it if he'd died when I was barely out of high school. Still, she appreciated that I didn't apologize when she first told me, so I wasn't going to now, either.

"I'm sure they were a lot alike," I said. "I'm sure being a dad is a tough job, and I respect every man who does it, no matter the circumstances. I just think there's something extra special about a guy who wasn't biologically obligated to be a father, but chose to do so anyway."

"There's that country song," Kelly said. "By Brad Paisley."

"'He Didn't Have to Be,'" I answered quickly, nodding to no one. "I play it for my dad twice a year, on his birthday and on Father's Day. I e-mailed him a copy of it last week. He's not much of a country fan, but I guess he likes that song okay, because he hasn't told me to stop yet."

"That's pretty awesome, Brad," she said. "I'm happy for you."

"Kelly, I'm telling you all this because..." I said, then trailed off a moment. I'd spent much of my gym time figuring out how to say this, and now that the time had come, I had no idea what to say. So, I just opened my mouth and hoped I'd get it right.

"You caught me a little off guard yesterday, hon," I said. "I needed a little time to adjust, to redefine what being in a relationship with you actually means. But I meant what I said last night, baby. You are the most amazing and special woman I've ever known, and knowing that you have a son doesn't take away from that; it adds to it. I don't know what the future holds, but I'm not afraid of being a dad. You know what's best for your son, but if you ever decide you want me in that role, I just wanted you to know that I have a pretty good role model."

She was silent again, but I thought I heard a couple of noises on her end.

"Is everything OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "It's just a little dusty in here." 

I couldn't help but smile. "Allergy season was a real bitch this year, huh?"

"Yeah," she said again, but this time she was laughing. "Seriously, Brad, you have no idea how happy you just made me."

"I'm glad," I said. "I hope you know how happy your happiness makes me. And I know all this sounds like all the worst parts of a Hallmark commercial, but I want you to know I mean every word."

She laughed again. I looked at the dashboard clock and realized she'd have to go soon. Time to put the last part of my plan into effect.

"Kelly?" I said, my voice getting intentionally husky. She noticed.

"Yeah?"

"The first time we're together, I'm going to take my time," I said. "I'm going to explore every inch of your body with my eyes, my fingers, my tongue, my lips, my jaw, my palms, my teeth... I'm going to take my time and sear you deep into my memory."

"Oh, God," she muttered.

"But the second time?" I said, my voice turning sinister. "You owe me, Kelly. You made me sweat your little secret for a whole week, and you still won't let me see you. You need to be punished."

"Fuck," she stammered. "Punish me, Brad."

"I'm going to get you on all fours and plow you from behind, pound you until all you can do is lay flat on your stomach on the bed. When you cum twice on my cock, I'll pull out and use my mouth. When you cum twice that way, I'll finger fuck you to one more. Then -- and only then -- will I even begin to think about cumming."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 14



"Jesus, Brad," she said, panting. "I want you to cum inside me so bad."

"Uh uh," I said. "That's only for nice girls. That'll be the first time. But you've been naughty, Kelly. And naughty girls get cum all over their tits, their neck and their face."

She groaned. It was a long, drawn out noise that made it clear to me that it was time to move on.

"Fuck, I can't see straight right now," she mumbled.

"So close your eyes," I ordered. "Problem solved."

"Not even close."

"Aww," I chided. "Is my horny little slut of a girlfriend frustrated? Does she need my help?"

"Please," she pleaded. "I've been so good. Haven't touched myself once since you said... please, Brad!"

"Louder."

"PLEASE, BRAD!"

"Tell me, Kelly," I said, getting an idea. "Are you wearing panties?"

She muttered something in the vicinity of "yes."

"I like picturing that tight, toned dancer's body in panties," I said. "In fact, I like picturing you wearing nothing but panties."

We were so in tune with each other that I knew I didn't have to ask. Sure enough, I heard more rustling on the other end.

"Naked now," she stammered. "Except panties."

"Good," I said. "I love watching a girl play with herself wearing nothing but panties. Naked is always good, but I like when you leave just a little, tiny bit to the imagination."

She just moaned. I hadn't told her she could touch herself yet, so I had no doubt she was holding off. Hopefully she got the message now.

"I love when you slip those fingers inside the waistband... seeing the outline of your hand against that pink cotton or black silk as you're strumming your clit... just a little bit at first, of course... can't have you exploding right away."

She was just about purring into the phone.

"I bet your body is flushed from head to toe," I guessed. "Your breasts are bouncing up and down because you're breathing so hard. If I licked your collarbone, I'd taste just a hint of perfume, but mostly sweat. Then if I licked my way down your body, I'd... well, what would I taste, Kelly?"

"My pu.. pussssssy," she stuttered. 

"Is it all primed and ready for me, sweetie?" I asked.

"So wet, Brad," she said.

"Excellent," I said, stealing her trick and spreading a three-syllable word out over 10 seconds. "Go back to what I told you about our first time and our second time. Shove your fingers up into that dripping snatch, and tell me what you think about my plans."

A few moments later, I was rewarded with even more ear-splitting screams.

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Johnny Rosenblatt Stadium was one of America's last classic ballparks. Situated in the southern part of Omaha, Nebraska, just a few blocks west of the Missouri River, it was the home field for the Omaha Royals, the top minor league team for the Kansas City Royals. It also hosted the NCAA College Baseball World Series, which had just finished up a few days before. In fact, tonight's game against the Colorado Springs Sky Sox was the Royals' first home game in more than two weeks, thanks to the college tournament.

As such, the place was packed. Most minor league stadiums hold five, maybe six thousand fans, tops. This place seated more than 8,000 fans, and I was guessing it would be a sellout. It didn't hurt that the team was doing well -- even though the Kansas City Royals were right up there with Cubs among the worst teams in professional sports, their minor-league affiliate was surprisingly still in first place halfway through June. Even walking along the stadium concourse prior to the game, I had to elbow my way through packs of fans.

There was an internet rumor going around that the old park was going to be replaced soon by some new cookie cutter thing closer to the downtown area, and that made me sad. Of course, I'm not from Omaha, and at 22, I guess I was still a little young to be overly nostalgic. Still, the phasing out of old-school, historic ballparks in favor of brand new structures that you could barely tell apart was not a new phenomenon. Even my beloved Braves had opened up a brand new stadium a few years ago.

I liked the way everything was outside at Rosenblatt, like the other older stadiums. The new parks were basically baseball fields attached to huge, glass-covered office buildings, with even the concession stands being indoors. Not here. The snack bars were lined up along the concourse, with various stands for memorabilia, programs, etc. The team offices and maintenance areas had doors leading out to the concourse. There were doors to the press box and private suites, of course, but even those opened up to an outdoor walkway as opposed to a hallway ripped from the local Days Inn.

Apparently, I was getting old.

I was in something of a somber mood when I finally found my seat, in the middle of the eighth row behind the visiting dugout. All the sections behind the net were full, so I had close neighbors. To my right was a pair of married couples. From what I could gather through eavesdropping, the men were business bigwigs in Omaha, and their wives were of the trophy variety. They seemed nice enough, but I was more interested in the group on my left.

They were five friends stuck on campus at Nebraska-Omaha for summer classes, and out at the park trying to forget that they should have been back home enjoying a summer break. Whitney and T.J. occupied the seats next to the aisle, the farthest from me. The way they talked to and looked at one another, it was easy to see that they were a couple. The fact that they barely had time to talk between all the tonsil hockey was a sure sign, too.

Next to them was Jerry, the loudest and most obnoxious of the group, but in a good way. The opposing players only made it to the third inning before they got visibly annoyed with all his heckling, but everyone around us was in stitches from laughing at his jokes.

Everyone except Brian, sitting next to Jerry. He didn't find it funny when Jerry made fun of someone's name, and he didn't stand up and cheer when the Royals hit a three-run homer in the second inning. He'd barely touched his first beer, while the rest of us were on our third, at least. With his friends, he was simply grumpy and standoffish, but when I tried to make conversation with him, he was downright hostile.

I didn't really give too much of a fuck, though, because sitting between Brian and I was Shannon, a spicy little blonde whose petite frame was absolutely no match for all the beer she'd been drinking. She was maybe 5 feet tall and wouldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds if I'd dunked in her the artificial waterfall I was sure they'd build at the new, boring stadium. Her face was flushed from a combination of the heat and the alcohol, and she'd been flirting with me heavily since I sat down. Whenever I'd talk to her, she'd find an excuse to hang her arm over mine or push our legs together.

She was plenty attractive, but I had no intentions of doing anything with her, so I just tried to gently brush her off.

Then the stupid fucking Kiss Cam happened.

You know what I'm talking about. During a break in play at any sporting event, the music guy plays crappy, sappy love songs -- Mariah Carey's "Dreamlover" was tonight's poison of choice -- and the camera folks search the crowd for any lovebirds they can put on the spot, leaving them up on the video screen until they either kissed or the crowd booed them enough. 

It's a nice concept, except when you consider that with 8,000-plus people in attendance, odds are that at least a few of the guys and girls sitting next to each other in the crowd aren't in the habit of kissing each other at all, not to mention in front of an audience. I'd actually seen a situation like that get bloody in San Antonio. The Marine detachment worked security for a lot of Spurs games, and one time, the Kiss Cam fell on a guy and girl sitting in the upper tier. The guy was one Dos Equis from liver failure and figured, 'What the hell,' so he grabbed the girl and proceeded to shove his tongue down her throat. The whole arena cheered until the girl's boyfriend, sitting on her other side, took issue with the whole thing and replaced his girlfriend's tongue with his fist. The first guy got taken to the hospital with a broken nose and fractured jaw, and the second guy got booked on assault charges -- all because of the Kiss Cam.

I'm not sure if it was because I was thinking of that story, or because the Kiss Cam was just generally my least favorite thing about live sports, but sure enough, after a few couples had done their duty, the camera fell on Shannon and I.

I didn't want to lead her on, but I didn't want to get booed, either, so I leaned in to give her a friendly peck on the cheek. Shannon had other ideas, turning her face at the last possible second so that my kiss on the cheek turned out to be a steamy liplock in front of 8,000 of our closest friends. She thrust her tongue into my mouth immediately, and mine involuntarily responded to it.

The whole stadium cheered when we were finished, with especially raucous applause coming from the people right near us. I even heard T.J. scream "Go, Shannon!" at the far end of the row.

Brian had been pissed at me all night, but now he looked like he wanted to strangle me. I didn't have time to say anything about it, because before the next inning started, Shannon stood up and extended her hand to me.

"C'mere," she said, then led me past her friends and onto the stairs leading to the concourse.

"Bring her back in one piece," Whitney quipped as I slid by her, and when I looked back to answer her, I saw Brian staring at Shannon as she climbed the stairs. I thought about how angry he'd looked right after our kiss, and I finally figured out his problem.

"Will do," I answered Whitney, then hurriedly caught up with Shannon.

"Where we going?" I asked.

"Don't care," she said, reaching up and pulling my head down for another kiss. "You're gonna find somewhere private, tear my clothes off and fuck me."

"Shannon, you really can't go around being so passive in life," I joked. "Sometimes you just have to be aggressive and go after what you want."

"I want you," she said, either not getting the joke or not caring. "It's been almost six months for me, since my stupid ass boyfriend back home dumped me. I want you right fucking now, and the longer you take to get started, the less I care about privacy."

I had a plan, but if I didn't do something right now we were both going to get arrested for public indecency. I took her hand and we started jogging toward left field. Walking around the stadium before the game, I'd noticed a maintenance door in a little alcove between two concession stands. I had no idea if it was unlocked or not, but I figured that was my best bet.

As fate would have it, two stadium workers were leaving the little room when we got there, one of them carrying a tool box and the other balancing a ladder on his shoulder. As they headed down the concourse, I shot my hand in and caught the door before it closed.

Shannon wasted no time pulling her yellow tank top off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I couldn't help but notice that her B-cup tits were about as red as her face. I mean, I wasn't going to take advantage of her, but come on. I'm a male, and they're tits. I noticed.

"Why me?" I asked. I could instinctively feel the Men's Leadership of the State of Nebraska pulling my man card for asking such a stupid question.

Shannon seemed a little puzzled too, but she answered. "I told you. It's been too long. I'm horny, you're hot, and you're here."

She reached for my shirt, but I managed to keep her hands at bay.

"What about Brian?"

She smiled at the name. There was at least a little something there, I thought.

"Brian?" she asked, rolling the name around on her tongue for a second. "He's cute. Good guy, too. But not here."

"Hold that thought," I said. "Get comfortable. Be right back."

I wedged the door open just a crack so she didn't boil in the tiny room, then sprinted back toward my seat. I was halfway down the stairs when I called for Brian's attention. He looked back at me and glared daggers, but when I motioned for him to come with me, the look turned to confusion. As soon as he stood up and started moving toward me, I headed back up the stairs. By the time he caught up to me, we were halfway back to the maintenance room.

"Where's Shannon?" he asked. I didn't answer until we arrived.

"In here," I said, thumbing toward the door. 

"What?" he asked. "Why?"

"She's waiting for me," I said. His face flared up. "But I'm not going in there. You are."

He just blinked at me.

"She just wants somebody, Brian," I said. "It wasn't necessarily me; I just happened to be the one she got caught on camera with. She told me she thinks you're cute, and when I asked why she wasn't doing this with you, she said, 'He's not here.' You're here now."

His face changed in an instant. Gone was the angry, pissed-off Brian who'd been trying to decapitate me with a glare all evening. In his place was a nervous, shy guy who wasn't really sure what he was doing. He wasn't completely clueless, because he took a tentative step toward the door.

"Look," I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Behind that door is a woman who knows what she wants. You don't have to sweet talk her; you don't have to romance her. There'll be plenty of time for that later. You just have to take charge. Be confident and in control. Walk in there like of course, you're the one who's supposed to be in there with her, because nobody else could do it better. You do all that, and she'll melt for you."

He grinned at me and gripped the doorknob.

"Just do it quickly," I said. "Not sure how long before the maintenance guys will want their room back. I'll hang out and play lookout."

She gasped in surprise when he stepped inside, and I definitely heard her moan before the door closed behind him. I walked back onto the concourse and pulled out my phone. I had one voicemail, from the person I most wanted to hear from.

"Oh God, Brad," she moaned, and I was instantly rock-hard. "You mindfucked me better than anyone else has ever actually fucked me. I've been at work for four hours, and I think I would cum again from a stiff breeze on my clit. Do you know how hard it is to work a lunch rush when your mind is 1,000 miles away? Anyway, I hope you're working on story time. Can't wait to cum for you again tonight."

That was a better way to end a voicemail than any "see ya" or "bye" I'd ever heard. I knew she'd be in the middle of dinner rush by now, but I called anyway.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my little tease earlier," I told her voicemail. "I can't wait to act out everything I said. And no, I'm not working on story time. I could have been, but I passed. I'll tell you why later. I'm at a baseball game, and I miss you like fucking crazy. If I could skip the rest of this trip in exchange for you being here with me right now, I'd have done it yesterday."

In my periphery, the sun glinted off something metal. I looked and saw the ladder, being carried by one of my maintenance buddies.

"Anyway, I need to get going, but I can't wait to make you cum for me tonight, either."

I hung up and knocked on the door. "Incoming. You have about a minute." I could hear the telltale moans and groans of impending climax. I hated that I had to speed up their first time like this, but it was better than spending a night in jail.

The maintenance guys were no more than 50 feet away now, and just when I thought I'd have to do something to stall them, the door creaked open behind me. I quickly pulled them both into one of the snack bar lines as the maintenance guy went for his keys.

"You guys have fun in there?" I asked, not really needing an answer.

"You don't know," Shannon said with a smirk. "We could have just been talking."

"When I left, you were not in the mood for talking," I said. "So if that's all y'all did, I'm sorely disappointed in you, Brian. But I'm pretty confident that's not what happened, because just talking wouldn't explain why your shirt's on backwards, Shannon. Nor would it explain why Romeo over here looks like he just rubbed baby oil all over his face."

She just high-beamed a smile back at me, and Brian wore a guilty grin as we headed back to our seats.

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"I'm guessing he was nice to you the rest of the game?" Kelly asked a few hours later.

"He was, for some reason," I joked. "Although, he didn't really pay me much attention the rest of the way."

"I bet he didn't," she laughed.

I was in my hotel room about half an hour west of the stadium. I had a long, long drive west in the morning, so I figured any head start was better than nothing.

"So why was he being such a jerk all game?" she asked.

"Jealousy," I said. "He's had a thing for Shannon for longer than she's been single. Apparently, he tried to ask her out once during school, but she gave him the well-worn 'I have to wash my hair' excuse. Like most guys would have, Brian recognized it for the brush off it usually is and never tried again."

"But..."

"Apparently, Brian had caught Shannon right after her chemistry lab and asked her out," I said. "Her lab partner had spilled some chemicals in her hair."

Kelly started laughing uncontrollably. "She... she..."

It was clear she wasn't going to finish it, so I did.

"Yes. She actually did have to wash her hair." I waited a bit longer for her to stop laughing. It was such a soothing, pleasurable sound that she could have kept going for an hour and I'd have let her. "Anyway, she figured he would ask again, but he never did, and she didn't realize he thought she'd blown him off."

"You didn't know that before the fact, though," Kelly said. "So why didn't you fuck that hot little blonde in the maintenance room? You're not holding out on me, are you?"

"No," I said. "Before she dragged me up the stairs, I managed to figure out that Brian's hostility had less to do with me and more to do with how Shannon was acting toward me. I'm all for gratuitous sex, especially when I can come home and share it with you. But I don't live here, and they do. I've gotten close a couple times on this trip, but I try very hard not to screw up people's lives with my extra-curriculars. He deserved a shot at her."

"That's noble of you, Brad," she said. "You realize most men are throwing her up against the wall, pounding the hell out of her and not giving it a second thought, right?"

"Most men are also cumming in about 17 seconds and leaving her frustrated," I said. "I'm not most men. Thankfully, neither is Brian. I got the impression that he didn't get off in the maintenance room. I could tell that he'd made her cum all over his face."

"I'm sure she'd have given him his if they hadn't been pressed for time," she said, and I grunted an agreement. "Anyway, that's a good reason to pass, babe."

"That was the reason I gave them, but it wasn't my biggest reason," I said. "Even if Brian wasn't there, I wouldn't have done it. I wasn't gonna leave a woman in need hanging, but I would have had to find someone else to handle it."

"Why?"

"My hotel is a half-hour drive from the stadium, and Shannon was damn near passed out by the end, anyway," I said. "And I wasn't going to do anything with her at the stadium."

"I... yeah, I definitely don't understand," Kelly said.

"I'm gonna get a little nerdy on you, babe," I answered. "I love baseball. Outside of my family -- and maybe some girl in Idaho that I couldn't pick out of a police lineup -- it's my favorite thing on the planet. There are days where I do nothing but marathon baseball all day, either playing it or watching it live or on TV. I'm in four fantasy baseball leagues. I can tell you every World Series champion since the event started in 1903. I watch highlights of every game, every night, not just the Braves. I spend more time looking at stats and analytics than most general managers."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 14



"There are pictures of my grandpa and I at baseball games from before I could even walk. My mom and dad's first date was to a minor league baseball game -- there's a picture of me at that, too. My dad would take days off work just to take me to baseball games. I spent most of my youth at a baseball field. When I was overseas, and it was 104 degrees outside with sand blowing everywhere, and you're sitting there wondering if the IED roulette-wheel's gonna land on your number today... I didn't have a girl like you to think about, Kelly. I thought about baseball. The smell of fresh-cut grass, watered-down dirt on the infield, brand new baseballs and old, worn leathery gloves... that's what got me through."

"Baseball is like a religion to me," I finished. "Stadiums are like cathedrals."

"Ah," she said. "And there's no sex in church."

"No, there could be," I said. "But it can't be some cheap, random hook-up. I want it to be more than just sex. I want it to be with someone as important to me as the game, and it has to be part of a special overall experience."

She was silent now. I think she knew where I was going with this.

"It's like that virginity thing the other night in Indy. That would have been a special, once-in-a-lifetime moment for her, and I didn't want to be a part of that. This would be a special, once-in-a-lifetime moment for me. It can't be with anyone but you, Kelly."

"Wow, Brad," she said. "That sounds amazing."

I didn't have a response.

"I'm going to make that happen for you," she added.

"Yeah?"

"Of course," she said. I could hear the smile on her lips. "Any fantasy you ever have, I'll make it my mission to fulfill it with you. I'd love to go to a game with you, in the middle of summer of course, so I could wear as little as possible."

Her voice was like lava. Usually I led these little fantasy sessions, but I was happy to let her this time.

"It'd be at Coors Field, and we'd sit right behind the dugout. All game I'd slip my hand into your lap, massaging your cock just enough to make sure you stayed hard for me all game. At each half-inning, I'd whisper in your ear how I can't wait for the game to end. Somewhere around the fourth inning, we'd get up to get more drinks, and I'd pull you into a maintenance room, just like tonight. I'd get on my knees and take your cock down my throat, get you right up on the edge of cumming before the next inning started and we had to go back."

I was stroking my cock now, my mind fully engaged in Kelly's fantasy.

"During the seventh-inning stretch, I'd stand in front of you and press my ass against your cock while you sang 'Take Me Out to the Ballgame' in my ear. Right before the top of the ninth, I'd let you slide your hand inside my shorts and feel how dripping fucking wet I am, how ready I am for your cock. Can you feel how wet I am, Brad?"

I mumbled a yes.

"I wouldn't be any wetter then than I am right now."

"Let me hear," I said. I guess she moved the phone down, because I could hear the squishing noises.

"That's two fingers in my pussy, Brad," she said, working them even faster for my benefit. "If that's how I wet I get from you just talking to me, imagine how wet I'll be when we finally get on the field. It'll be an hour or so after the game, after everyone has cleared out, and I'll have spent the whole hour teasing you... rubbing your cock through your shorts, pushing my hard nipples into your back, pointing out every hot girl who walks by and describing in detail the things I'd want us to do to her."

"Jesus, Kelly," I said.

"Then we'd finally hop the fence and get on the field. Where would you want me? In center field? The deepest part of the park?"

The double entendre didn't go unnoticed.

"Third base," I stammered. I'd played third my whole life.

"Ooh," she said. "We could do it on third base, but I certainly wouldn't make you stop there. I'd sit down on the base, lift my skirt up, push my panties to the side and spread my legs. After all that teasing, I'd be going just as crazy as you are."

"Fuck," I said. "Put my hands down in the dirt on either side of you..."

"Yeah," she answered. "I'd be so wet I'd leave a puddle on the base. Your cock would just sink right in."

"I don't think I can hold out much longer," I spat out.

"Me either, baby," she said. "We wouldn't want to get caught, so I'd want you to just fucking take me. Pound me as hard as you can. Push my legs up in the air till I'm laying down on the base, my long, brown hair spread all over the dirt, and just pound my pussy. I've been teasing you for four hours, now, Brad, so just fuck me!"

I came. I came harder than at any time in our relationship, which was saying something. The first shot splattered against my chin, with the rest landing on my chest and my stomach. Kelly wasn't far behind me, screaming my name over and over into the phone as her orgasm captured her. From the sound of it, it was almost as powerful as mine.

"Fuck, that was amazing," Kelly said.

"You're telling me," I said. "It was your mind, and your story. I'm just glad I was involved somehow."

"Shut up," she teased. "That means a lot to me, Brad. That there's something you're so passionate about, and I'm the only one you'd ever think of doing it with. Honestly, I'm touched."

"I'm glad," I said. "You know I'm gonna be there in five days, right? You're going to get a lot more than touched."

"Promises, promises," she said.

 As I said, the next two chapters are written. As soon as I have a chance to go through them one last time, they'll get published on Lit as well. I'll probably put about a week in between them, to string out the comments and the feedback long enough to keep me motivated to finish the next unpublished chapter, but they will be published soon. I've promised no long wait until the next chapter before, and been wrong. Not this time, at least for this chapter and the next. 



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 15



 I told you it'd be published quick, and voila!

I thought about putting this in Exhibitionist & Voyeur, because there are elements of sex in a public place and outdoors. That's not the point of the encounter, though - it's more a matter of convenience than any deliberate attempt to do things in public. It boils down to a one-on-one hookup with some emotional tangents. So, Erotic Couplings it is.

When you get to the character Lisa, she's pulled directly from the character by the same name in the HBO TV series The Newsroom, plus maybe 25-30 pounds. Usually I like you to use your imagination for characters (outside of the brief descriptions), but figured I'd give you a little insight as to who I was envisioning when I wrote it, since it's someone you can Google. Most of the characters in this series are patterned after people I met on my real-life trip, but since it was more than 10 years ago and things stopped well, well short of where they go with the waitress in this story (i.e. I ordered food, she brought it, and I paid for it and left), I don't have a solid memory of what she looked like. I just remember she was a bigger girl, and she was hot. So.. there ya go. 

Special thanks to my editor, AnInsatiableReader. Jibberish goes in, something bordering on readable comes out (she doesn't rewrite, after all.. hard to make a Ferrari out of a skateboard).

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Day 14

Wednesday, June 24

Omaha, NE to Denver, CO

The wonders of nature never cease to amaze me.

Mountains that stretch more than five miles into the sky. Oceans, vast, blue and magical, yet still powerful enough to crush anything on the planet. Niagara Falls, the Grand Canyon and the Mississippi River. All creations of Mother Nature.

Mother Nature is also nothing if not fair. So to balance out all the awesome, she made Nebraska. (Kansas, too, but that's for someone else's road trip.)

The map said if I kept driving on I-80 westbound, I'd eventually drive off the Golden Gate Bridge. Experience taught me that this road would indeed give way to other states and geographic features other than farmland.

But if you actually drive through Nebraska, within an hour you'll be convinced that the state goes on forever. The roads are flat with almost no twists or curves, there are cornfields on either side of the road as far as the eye can see, and there's one exit every 20 or 30 miles. The people in the state of Nebraska are some of the best on the planet. I'd hung out with a bunch of them last night, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. But driving through Nebraska is a punishment that should be reserved for felons and Yankee fans.

I was just about to cry at the sheer boredom of it all, but then my thoughts drifted to Kelly, and my smile could have lit up the inside of my car. We'd stayed up talking till well after midnight her time, and I knew she didn't work until mid-day. I figured I would let her sleep as long as Tyler would let her. Still, I was getting antsy just knowing I'd get to hear her voice again within a few hours. Hopefully, at least one of the two packages I'd sent her on Monday arrived today.

The phone rang about 30 minutes later.

"Whatcha doin'?" she asked. 

"Ya know, I gotta hand it to you, babe," I said. "I'm driving through Nebraska, and my cock was passed out cold, just about convinced it was never going to see pussy again. Then you come along and say two words, and it's like a Red Bull straight to my sex drive."

"Glad I could be of service," she giggled. "Not even trying this morning."

"I know," I said. "You just can't help yourself." I guessed since she wasn't saying anything, the packages hadn't arrived. It was already close to 10 a.m. in Idaho, and she'd be leaving soon. It'd either show up after she left or sometime tomorrow. I grimaced, knowing I'd have to keep my mouth shut one more day.

"I'm sorry it's so boring," she said. "At least you'll be on Mountain Time soon, right?"

"A few hours," I agreed. 

"Good," she said. "It's nice to know that from now on, when I look at the clock, I'll be looking at the same numbers you are."

I smiled. It was sappy, but weirdly enough, I felt the same. "I'm happy about it, too," I said. "What are you guys up to this morning?"

"Tyler just finished a startlingly efficient demolition of what once was an Eggo waffle," she said. "Now he's in front of the TV staring at something that siphons points off my IQ every time I watch it, but is supposedly educational for him. I'm lying here on my bed in the other room, hoping maybe Taco Bell will catch on fire in a way that no one gets hurt but still destroys the store so I don't have to go to work for the next three months."

"They'd still pay you under this scenario, right?"

"If you want to call what they give me a paycheck, sure," she said.

"Can't say I agree with you," I said. "I mean, I would love it if you never had to work again, or at least if you could do something you love instead. But the store catching fire would really make my mom's life miserable."

"True," she laughed.

"Speaking of which," I said. "What are your future plans?"

"Trying to see if I'm viable long-term?" she chuckled.

"No," I said. "I already know that. But it's your turn, and even though I said I'd never ask you another question till you answered the one I asked a long time ago, I'm being the bigger person and throwing you a bone."

"So gentlemanly of you," she said. I could feel the eye roll all the way out here in No Man's Land. "You know, it's not that much different from what I'm doing right now."

"Really?" I asked.

"I want to work in a restaurant. Not this overpriced, high-speed, wanna-be Mexican crap I'm doing now. I want to be in the kitchen, creating recipes and working on them until they're just right. Let someone else handle serving and taking orders and all that stuff. I want to be a chef."

"Nice!" I exclaimed. I hadn't heard this much passion in her voice about anything except her family or me. "And what kind of food will you be conjuring up in Kelly's Kitchen?"

"Italian," she said. "And none of this pseudo-Italian assembly line chain restaurant Olive Garden crap, either. I'd start with all my mom's family recipes and slowly add my own to the menu."

"Your mom?" I asked. "She has a little Italian in her blood, huh?"

"She has nothing but Italian in her blood," she answered.

"You're half-Italian?" I asked, knowing she must be, but still trying to grasp the concept.

"Yeah," she laughed. "Surprised?"

"A little," I said, "but it does explain a lot. That fiery temper, how you're always up for anything, the insane amount of passion you bring to our late-night sessions..."

"Brad," she said. "I might be predisposed to it due to my blood, but most of the reason I'm so passionate about that is because you bring it out of me."

"I know," I said. "But it was always in there. You just had to find the right guy to bring it out."

"There's only one right guy."

I gulped. I'm not used to getting caught off-guard, but that had been happening a lot with Kelly. I wondered if she would say something else, but she didn't. 

"I'm glad," I said. I felt I needed to say something, but as we moved on, I also felt we left something unsaid. A very specific something.

"So how did that happen? Your mom being full-blooded Italian and your dad, I'm guessing he's white? You live in Idaho, after all."

"He was born and raised here," she said. "It's a funny story, though. They met at JFK airport in New York. He was at a little coffee stand near his gate, where he was flying to Italy with some college friends for a class trip. He was an international business major. He paid for his drink and turned around, where my mom promptly plowed into him, spilling his coffee all over both of them."

"Haha, that's hilarious!" I said. "Why was she there?"

"She was on a trip with her friends," she said. "They were visiting New York to experience American life. She'd just gotten off the plane he was about to get on."

"Wow," I said. "If that isn't fate..."

"Yeah, pretty crazy," she agreed. "Anyway, they both cleaned up and changed, and started talking while he waited for his flight to board. They figured out that she was flying back to Rome two days before he had to fly back to the States, so she gave him her number and told him to call the day she got back. She cooked him dinner that night, and the rest is history."

"Always comes back to the food, doesn't it?" I asked. "Did your mom ever work as a chef?"

"No," she said. "She moved here to be with my dad. Being in a new country was hard for her. With no work experience in-country, employers hesitated to give her a job, but she found no such hesitation from our esteemed higher education system. My dad taught international business at Idaho State, so she got a teaching degree for real cheap. Then my dad managed to get her a part-time teaching spot at ISU's Culinary Arts school. She started teaching Home Ec at my old high school after dad died. She's told me that she would have loved to be a chef, but it wasn't meant to be."

"Following in what would have been your mom's footsteps," I said. "I like it."

"Sort of," she said. "I want to be the head chef, but that's not all. I want to run the whole operation. I want to be in charge of the décor, the size, the location and most importantly, the menu."

"To do that, you'd pretty much have to be the owner, right?"

"Very perceptive," she laughed. "Not that I have any free time, but what little I do get, I draw up business plans. Sometimes it's for a five-star bistro in downtown Insert Big City Here. Sometimes it's for a regular restaurant in a parking lot in the suburbs. Sometimes it's for a little quiet mom-and-pop café on a small-town street corner."

"A woman who knows what she wants and how she's going to get it," I said. "You do know how very incredibly sexy that is, right?"

"Thank you," she said. "Don't give me too much credit. I have the business plans, but there's one thing I need to get going that I don't have."

"Cash," I said.

"Bingo," she replied, exhaling dramatically.

"Everything in due time, my dear," I chuckled. "I want to talk a little bit more about this restaurant, though."

"Yeah?"

I had planned to make use of the gifts I'd sent her, but since she hadn't received them yet, I came up with a pretty damn solid plan B to send her off to work with.

"How many different places could I fuck you in that state-of-the-art, upscale Italian kitchen?"

"Oooh," she said. "You know, one of the darkest fantasies I have, one I never thought I'd ever live out..."

"Nice," I said. "A challenge."

"One night, just a few weeks after we've opened, and after I've closed up and let you know I'm the only one left in the building, I want you to sneak in through the back door and try to rob the place. I'll have just opened for business - I wouldn't be able to take the insurance hit that would come from getting robbed so soon."

"No, no you wouldn't."

"So I'd have to offer you something else."

"Hmm," I pondered. "What could a brand new restaurant owner like yourself possibly have that I would want?"

"Well, maybe..." she started, her voice feigning fear. "Maybe you'd be interested in another back door?"

**************

The rest of the drive was uneventful. Kelly had another mid-day shift, so shortly after she came three times from her robbery fantasy, I let her off the phone. I sent her one message, a picture of the road sign that signified I was entering the Mountain Time zone. I thought I'd at least get a smile out of her.

Nebraska did seem to go on forever, but sometime around 3 p.m., I finally crossed over into Colorado. At first, the scenery remained the same - flat, boring and seemingly stretching to the moon. About an hour in, though, I could see the Rocky Mountains towering in the distance. The closer I got, the more majestic they were.

My plan was to head to my hotel on the other side of Denver, grab a shower and find a local restaurant for dinner. I wasn't a big fan of eating at the same chain joints over and over again, even if they were in different states. I liked finding the local places that only natives knew about; places like the restaurant Kelly had described to me earlier.

That plan went up in smoke when I realized I was hitting Denver around 5:30 in the afternoon. There were times where my car didn't move for five or ten minutes, and others where I moved all of a mile in that time. By the time I got to my hotel I was exhausted, frazzled from the rush-hour traffic jam, and just ready to eat at the closest place I could find.

Thankfully, there was a Chili's right across the parking lot from the hotel. Figuring there would be a sizable wait at 7:30 on a Wednesday night, I went inside to put my name on the list, planning to go check in at the hotel and unload my car before coming back to finish the wait. Surprisingly, the place was fairly empty, so I got seated immediately. 

Before the waitress even got to my table, my mom called. So, I committed the manners faux pas of ordering my Jack and Coke and Bacon Mushroom Swiss burger while holding my cellphone to my ear.

I'd always gotten along well with both of my parents, at least since I'd graduated high school, so I didn't mind being on the phone with them. I wasn't going to turn into a girl and spend five hours talking about shoes with my mom, but a half-hour or hour-long conversation didn't bother me the way it did a lot of men.

While we chatted, I watched the waitress move around my section. The place was only half-full, but they were seating entire sections while leaving others completely empty. So while there were plenty of empty tables, each server was working at their max capacity. Mine had seven other tables, at least three of which had what appeared to be problem customers, or at least those who needed more attention than others. One table had an older couple, with the guy loudly complaining about something with his salad. Another had a family with a baby who'd spilled food all over the floor, and the last was a couple of college-aged guys who were well on their way to being sloshed. She was pretty adept at handling each situation, and even while I was distracted by the phone, I was impressed.

My food arrived, and I found a way to eat it while on the phone. Mom was asking me all kinds of questions about Kelly.

"So what did you get her?" she asked me.

"A gentleman never kisses and tells," I said.

"Try as I may have, I didn't raise a gentleman," she said, and I snorted in laughter. "So, you can tell me."

"Mom, I'm not having this conversation with you," I said. "I'll tell you two things. One, it hasn't arrived yet, and two, you gave me her sizes, and you're the smartest woman I've ever met. You can figure it out."

"I'm just glad you're getting along with her," she said. "She really has a great personality."

I just laughed. "Great personality" was the phrase someone used to describe a potential blind date when they didn't want to lie to you and tell you she looked like a bowling ball that got smashed with a sledge hammer. My mom was the type of person who genuinely meant it, though. She knew I cared about the physical stuff, but as far as she was concerned, as long as I was dating a good woman, she was happy.

"There are a lot of great things about her," I said. "Including her son. Thanks for damn near giving me a coronary, by the way."

"Me?"

"Yeah, that voicemail the other night about you and dad running into Kelly and Tyler at Best Buy, making googly eyes at each other... I definitely thought you were talking about a boyfriend."

"Why?"

"Kelly hadn't told me she had a son yet."

"What?" she asked. "Why not?"

"It doesn't matter, mom, I know about him now and I'm more than okay with it. I just wanted to say thank you. If I ever do have a heart attack later in life, I now know what the early signs feel like."

She chuckled. "You're young. Your heart can take it. Talk to your father," she said, handing me off.

"So you'll tell me everything you got her, Brad?" he said out loud, for the sole purpose of irking my mom.

"Yeah, dad," I said. "An all-expenses-paid trip to the worst part of Montana and a lifetime supply of Cheez Whiz."

"He says he bought her a book about how to embezzle money from your employer," he yelled to my mom. I heard my mom laughing in the background. 

My dad and I chatted a few minutes while I finished stuffing my face. I confirmed my plans to pull into town sometime on Sunday night, and as we were finishing up, my waitress came back with the check. She'd tried to talk to me a couple times earlier in the evening, but had always been stopped short by my phone. Now, she was just trying to find an opening in my conversation to ask me the obligatory "Is there anything else I can get you?" and I could tell her inability to get a word in was starting to frustrate her. I suddenly realized how rude I'd been.

"Okay, dad," I said. "I gotta go. I'm at a restaurant, and I've been an ass to the waitress all night. See you on Sunday."

I hung the phone up and turned my attention to the waitress. 

"I'm sorry about that, Lisa," I said, looking at her nametag.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were a really horrible looking woman," she said.

"I'm sorry?"

"I've never seen a man spend that much time on the phone before." She grinned as she looked me over, so I took the opportunity to do the same. Everything about Lisa was bigger than average. She was taller than most girls, I'd guess somewhere around 5-10, and even in a ponytail, her long, brown hair hung halfway down her back. Her breasts were at least DDs, and her ass stretched the black uniform pants she wore. She had a belly, but it didn't stand out from the rest of her. She was a big girl, no doubt, but everything was evenly proportioned. The 20 or so extra pounds she carried were distributed evenly around her body and made what would have been subtle curves a little less subtle. 

"Hey, I was talking to my parents," I said, looking back up to her face. By the grin on her face, my once-over had taken a bit longer than hers. "I've been away from home for a long time."

"Even Marines get homesick, huh?" I guess she'd seen the tattoo. With a quick glance toward the bartender, she slid into the seat across from me.

"Especially so," I said with a grin. "Doesn't give me the right to be a jackass, though. Let me buy you a drink and make it up to you."

Her face screwed up at that.

"You can't buy employees drinks here," she said, pausing to grab my card and get my name, "Brad." She stood up and put her hands on her hips. "What do you think this is, a strip club?"

"No," I said. I'm not sure why I added the next part: "You definitely have the body for it, though."

I know a lot of women who would take that as an insult, and I'm not sure I wouldn't agree with them. I wasn't sure how she'd respond. Lisa's eyes went real wide, but after a second, she just rolled them and made a "pshaw" noise with her mouth and collapsed back into the chair.

"Whatever," she said. "As far as come-ons go, that wasn't terrible, but..."

"Not a come-on," I said. "Just stating facts. Seriously, I'm just a nice guy who was kind of a dick, and I'm trying to make it up to you. You seem to be pretty outstanding at your job; you don't deserve to be ignored."

"How would you know? You barely paid attention to me," she said. 

"I paid more attention than you think," I replied. "Unlike most males, I can occasionally walk and chew gum at the same time."

"Uh huh," she said flatly. "Prove it."

"Ok," I said, smiling. "The drunks over there, right? I watched you gently cut them off, telling them you couldn't serve them anymore but flirting with them just enough that they didn't even notice you'd told them no. Nothing unprofessional, of course; just a few subtle smiles and hand pats that distracted them."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 15



"Not that subtle, I guess, if you picked it out."

"I'm fairly observant," I said. "Then there was that baby over there, trying his best to spread food around the entire Denver metropolitan area. You cleaned up the mess as he made it, while deflecting all the mom's apologies with a smile. The asshole complaining about his salad, most servers would need to get a manager involved. Yours still doesn't know there was even an issue, because you brought him a new one so quick, all the while wearing a smile even though you were probably cussing him out in your head."

"I won't deny that," she said.

"And then there's me. You kept my drink fresh and made sure I had everything I needed despite the fact that you couldn't talk to me. My only question is why you work at Chili's instead of some place more upscale that would pay you better."

A dark look crossed her face. It didn't stay very long, but I could tell there was more to this particular story.

"There's no drama here," she said. "My boss is a great guy, and I live five minutes away. Let's just leave it at that."

"Fair enough," I said. "What's with the self-confidence issues, though?"

"What..." she started. I think she was more stunned by my forwardness than surprised at the question. "What are you talking about?"

"You've looked at the ground about six times since you've been at my table," I said. "I've already told you I thought you were hot, and not only do you refuse to make eye contact with me, but you blew off my comment altogether. Tell me you at least look in a mirror once in a while."

She made eye contact with me now, and it was my turned to be stunned. Her eyes were dark, dark brown, almost black. Their depth was matched only by their intensity, but I could also see just the tiniest flicker of... something.

After a long, somewhat uncomfortable silence, Lisa was about to respond. As her eyes scanned the area, though, the dad from the nearby family raised his credit card into her view. He wasn't being a dick about it; he just wanted to let her know she could get their bill.

She stared at me for another long moment, then got up to take care of their check. I looked at my own bill - $22, $12 of that going to alcohol. I pulled four $20s and two $1s from my wallet and left them on the table, and when she went out of view, I headed to the bathroom.

I took my time, thoroughly washing my hands in the process. As much as my hands had been on my cock lately, I figured I couldn't be too careful. I'd had a long day, and I was ready to get back to the hotel and let Kelly phone-fuck me to sleep.

When I left the bathroom, that plan fizzled, too. Lisa stood less than a foot outside the doorway. If not for quick reflexes, I might have bowled her over.

"Did you do this on purpose?" she asked, flashing me the bills in her right hand.

"Uh, yeah," I said.

"Why?" she asked. There was a slightly pained expression on her face.

"You did a good job," I said, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "That's generally how this thing works, right? I pay you for the food, then I give you a tip based on how good of a job I think you did."

Her face was incredulous. "That's like a 60-dollar tip, Brad. It's too much." She tried to push money back into my hand, but I put my hands behind my back.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't realize the state of Colorado had a law capping how much I can tip at a restaurant. You guys should really post signs about this stuff. Either that, or stop giving such good service. Then, no one would want to tip you."

"It's not funny," she said, using a forearm to back me up against the wall. "I'm not a charity case, and I don't need a handout."

"Are you listening to me at all?" I asked, getting a little incredulous myself now. "I don't know if you're a charity case or not, and I don't know whether you need a handout or not. I don't care either way. The tip was left partially as an apology for my rudeness, but mostly in appreciation of a job well done. I've never worked in a restaurant before, but I'm sure it's difficult, and I thought you were an amazing waitress. I can express that however I choose to, within bounds anyway."

She just stared at me some more.

"Now," I said, removing her forearm from my chest and walking toward the front door. I'd actually enjoyed the physical contact, and she was even sexier when she was worked up, but I didn't really need to be interrogated about my motives right now. "Have a great evening, Lisa."

"You were just going to leave?" she asked when I was just about out of the restroom hallway. I turned around to meet her eyes. "If I hadn't caught you as you were coming out of the bathroom, you were leaving, right?" I nodded. "Why?" she asked.

"You were right, Lisa," I said. "This isn't a strip club. I have no expectations of you. You did your job well, but your job ends when my meal does. We flirted a little bit, which was great. You let me ogle you some, which was even better. But I had no reason to stick around and hassle you."

She moved quicker than her size would have suggested. In a flash, she had me pinned up against the wall again, but this time, her mouth was on mine. Before I knew what was happening, her tongue was invading my lips, thoroughly inspecting my tongue and my teeth. She ran her hands up my sides, and I caught a tiny little moan when she brushed her fingertips over my pecs.

"You really think I'm hot?" she asked, breaking the kiss.

"What's not to like?" I replied. My mind shifted from polite to sex-crazed in an instant. "You have a great ass, perfect for spanking, massaging and lots of other things. Your legs are long, and though I can't see them right now, I'm sure they are awesome. If all I could see was your face, I'd still think you were damn sexy. And self-confidence issues be damned, I'm sure you don't need me to tell you about your boobs."

She grinned as she shook her head.

"You're an attractive, sexy girl who could have any man she wants. If you don't know that already, then I guess you're not as smart as I thought you were."

She kissed me again, and though this one lacked some of the aggression of the first kiss, it made up for it with intensity.

"Five minutes," she said, turning her back and walking away from me quickly. She'd left me with a raging hard-on and nowhere to really hide it.

A couple minutes passed as I stood in the doorway like an idiot. The bartender got my attention.

"Hey, buddy!" he shouted. Thinking I was loitering, I walked over to the bar. Instead, he handed me another Jack and Coke. "On the house," he said with a huge smile. His nametag said Jimmy, and I was about to question the free drink when he left and went toward the bathrooms. I watched him disappear into the men's room for a moment. He came back out with a large orange cone that he sat in front of the door. He added a sign to the door that clearly read "CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE."

"What's that all about?" I asked when he got back behind the bar. He had spiky blond hair, a nose ring, and some kind of tattoo on his elbow that disappeared inside the sleeve of his shirt.

"You'll find out in a second," he said. 

"Ok, what's the drink all about?" I asked.

"Lisa told me what you said," he said, wiping down glasses as we talked. "As her boss, I couldn't agree with you more. As her friend, I very much appreciate you putting a smile on her face. She's had shitty luck with guys lately. She needed it."

I wasn't drunk, but I was feeling good enough to be a little bold.

"Then all due respect, but why don't you take care of her yourself?" I asked. "I mean, come on, man. I know she's your employee and all, but she's pretty fucking hot."

"I don't disagree with you," he said with a sly grin. "She's just not my type."

"Holy shit, man," I said. "If that's not your type, then what the fuck is?"

"You."

With a little less alcohol in my system, I might have seen that coming.

"Ah," I said. It didn't bother me. It wasn't the first time a guy had said something like that to me. To steal a line from a comedian (who blatantly stole it from someone else), anyone who wants to suck my dick is a good person. I'm not saying I'm gonna let 'em, but their heart is in the right place. Good to know I have fans. "Well, I guess that's a good reason."

"Trust me," he said. "If I was going to go straight, I'd do it for her."

I was going to ask him more, but she walked up behind me and grabbed my arm, tugging me off the barstool. She wasn't exactly dragging me down the hall toward the bathroom, but she was definitely in a hurry.

She pushed me through the men's room door then forced me up against the wall next to the paper towel dispenser. Her tongue was halfway down my throat before the door closed.

I liked aggressive women, so I stood against the wall and enjoyed her assault on my body. Her hands were up under my shirt in a flash, and she was pressing her crotch against my leg. I wasn't idle, either - I was battling her tongue with mine, and I had two handfuls of her ass cheeks.

She pulled my shirt off and tossed it on the table next to the sink. I ran my hands up her back underneath her shirt until I reached her industrial-strength bra. It took me a minute, but I finally fumbled the clasp loose. She quickly shrugged out of her shirt, and I got a good look at her bra. It was a sensible choice for work, a white cotton underwire with plenty of support. As I tossed it onto the pile, I noticed the size - 40DDD.

"Damn," I said, when I finally got a look at her chest.

"You like?" she asked with a smile. I didn't even answer. "I understand, but I'm all keyed up and we don't have a lot of time," she said, unbuttoning my shorts.

"You think I'm passing up an opportunity to spend some time with these?" I asked. "You're out of your damn mind. I'm sure Jimmy's playing look out. Relax."

I cupped one in each hand and felt their weight. My fingers danced over every inch of flesh, giving her nipples attention when they got there, but not spending any more time on them than any other part. I buried my face in her cleavage, resisting the urge to motorboat them but just barely. I licked from her neck all the way down between them, stopping just north of her belly button. When I caught one nipple between my teeth, she inhaled sharply and clutched my hair.

"Brad, I'll let you fuck them later," she said. "I'm so wet right now, I just really need you to fuck me."

When I backed away from her, my shorts hit the ground and my cock sprang through the front of my boxers, all steeled up and ready to hit a baseball. I reached down into my short to grabs my wallet and threw a little foil packet at her.

"You open that while I take care of this," I said. I unzipped her pants and then spun her around against the sink, bending her over in the process. I tugged her pants to the ground and noticed that while her bra had been sensible, her panties were not. They were green and lacy and covered barely any of her incredible ass. I squeezed her cheeks while she worked on the condom.

"You said it was good for spanking, didn't you?" she asked. She didn't have to look back at me because we were standing in front of the mirrors. I looked her square in the eye as I brought my palm down on her ass. I'd hit the sweet spot, and I imagine anyone in the women's bathroom heard it.

"Fuck," she hissed. "I want you so fucking bad right now."

She spun back around, fully naked. With no warning or buildup, she hit her knees and engulfed more than half of my cock in her mouth on the first try. She bobbed up and down for a few seconds before rolling the condom onto my red, angry cock.

"A little teaser of what you'll get later," she said as she stood, faced away from and bent back over the sink. "And that's a nice view of what you're going to get now."

She hadn't wasted any time, and neither was I. I stepped forward and immediately speared my cock into her boiling pussy. Even through the condom, it felt like she was burning hotter than a furnace. She groaned when I bottomed out after just two strokes.

I wasn't trying to prolong the experience, and neither was she. She dropped one hand between her legs, and I could feel fingers playing with her clit and catching my cock every few strokes. I pulled back on her ponytail with one hand, forcing her to look at me in the mirror. It also gave me an incredible view of her amazing tits, bouncing forcefully with each plunge. I reached up and squeezed one of them, and watching myself do it turned me on even more.

"Jesus, you have a big cock," she stammered. "I don't think I can hold out much longer."

"So don't hold out," I said, dropping her hair and her tit and sinking my fingers into her hips instead. "This wasn't supposed to be a marathon. Cum all over my fucking cock."

"You too?" she asked breathlessly. Her head dropped down, unable to keep looking in the mirror without me pulling her hair back.

"Don't worry about me," I growled. "Cum for me. Right fucking now."

I thrust in and out of her as fast as I could, and her orgasm hit her like a train. She screamed without ever opening her mouth, resulting in a high-pitched hum, and gripped the edge of the table so hard that her knuckles turned white. I waited till her spasms subsided, then pushed her farther down until her tits were squashed against the table, a copious amount of flesh sticking out either side.

"Fuck, yes," she panted, just loud enough for me to hear. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in my pussy."

I tried to hold out, if only to prolong all the sensations. Her pussy was incredibly tight, and she was one of the hottest women I'd ever been with. Not only that, but watching myself in the mirror was a turn-on, and there was a chance someone could walk in any minute. I spanked her more than once, not giving a damn now if anyone could hear.

I lasted another minute, maybe two, before I started shaking. Looking back at me with her left cheek flat on the table, she could see it too.

"Good boy," she chanted. "Fuck me. Cum for me. Imagine there was no condom, and splash that cum all inside my pussy."

I bit my lip so I wouldn't shout as I let loose with torrent after hot torrent of cum, imagining I was firing it deep into Lisa, as she'd suggested. My cock stayed hard for a few minutes after we were done, and neither of us seemed in a hurry to move. We just stayed where we were, my hard cock buried inside her and her upper body lying on the table.

Eventually my cock realized there would be no second act - at least not right now - and started to soften slightly, so I slipped it out of her. When I let go of her, I could see white spots on her ass where my fingers had dug in deep.

"That was incredible," she whispered, turning around to look at me. 

"Fuck yeah, it was," I agreed. We dressed in near silence, but couldn't take our eyes off each other. I generally didn't go for bigger women, preferring more active girls with athletic bodies who could keep up with my lifestyle. But there was just something about the curves of a full-figured woman that I knew I would always find attractive. Lisa and Zia, the girl I'd shared with her girlfriend my last night in Oklahoma, were the two biggest girls I'd been with on my trip, and they were two of the hottest.

I left the bathroom first and headed to the bar. Jimmy stood there with a knowing grin on his face.

"Got a little noisy, did we?"

"Hey, she was the one who asked for the spanking," I grinned.

Lisa joined us a minute later. Jimmy handed her phone from behind the bar then went to re-open the restroom. "I get off in 10 minutes," she said. 

"I'm staying in the hotel right over there," I said. "You want to come over?"

"Why are you in a hotel?" she asked.

"I'm just passing through," I said. "I've been on a huge road trip the past two weeks, and I'm heading home to Idaho this weekend."

"Aww," she said, half-grinning as Jimmy rejoined us. "We just met and now you're leaving?"

"I'm leaving in the morning," I corrected. "Anyway, my hotel?"

"I would, Brad, but I have family at home I need to get back to eventually. It'll be okay for a couple more hours, but I'm pretty sure I if I went back to your room, I wouldn't want to leave until you did."

"That makes sense," I said, agreeing with her. This girl was built for sex, and if I didn't have someone else to spend the night with - in a manner of speaking - I'd be disappointed that I couldn't give her an extended test drive. "So what do you want to do instead?"

"There's a Starbucks behind your hotel, across the street. I'll meet you there in like 15 minutes?"

"Go now," Jimmy said. "I'll clock you out."

"Thanks, boss," she said. "You're the best."

"Just remember that the next time someone like him walks in," he said. "I got dibs."

We all laughed as Lisa and I left the restaurant. I figured her for a Toyota Corolla type, or some other tiny, economy car, but instead I walked her out to an big, green Ford F-150. I hopped in my Stratus and followed her to the coffee shop. We got our drinks and sat down, but she was eerily silent. It was like she'd been under a spell at the restaurant, and the short drive here had broken it.

I took her hand, and after a brief flinch, she relaxed and let me hold it.

"What's on your mind?" I asked.

"You must think I'm a slut, the way I threw myself at you."

I doubt it was what she wanted, but I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, because I hated every bit of what we just did. You practically had to force me."

She blushed. "I know, I know. It's just, most guys don't like women to be that aggressive."

"I'm not most guys," I said. "And besides, I think most guys _do_ like a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it. I was just telling my... friend... that this morning. I tend to like a girl who is secure enough to let a man know that he's what she wants."

Lisa didn't notice my pause in the middle, seemingly stuck somewhere inside her head. I had no intentions of leading her on, and I damn sure wasn't ashamed of Kelly. I'd just shared her with enough of the women I'd met on this road trip, and while I still intended to bombard Kelly with every sordid detail of this and any other encounter I might have before I got home, I kinda wanted to keep her to myself. I'd have to ask her what she thought about that.

"I just haven't had a positive encounter with a straight man in a long, long time," Lisa said now, looking at our hands as they touched in the center of the table.

"This have anything to do with that question I asked you, about why you're working at Chili's instead of someplace else?"

"Yeah," she said, looking down at her plastic coffee lid.

"We don't have to talk about it," I said when it became apparent she wasn't going to say anything. We sat there for another five minutes, me silently stroking her hand while she was lost deep in thought. I was starting to wonder if that would be it for the night when she caught my eye and started talking.

"I used to work at Café Montana, an upscale bistro a few blocks away from the Broncos' stadium in downtown. I loved working there. I started as a bus girl, then moved up to hostess, and soon I was a waitress, working all the busy shifts - the nights, the weekends, game days, all that. I was good at my job."

"Still are."

"Thanks," she said. "Anyway, we had this one cook, a guy named Dante. Tall black guy, pretty well-built, and God, was this man gorgeous. He seemed pretty into me, too. We flirted a lot, and week by week it got more and more racy. Before long, he'd make comments like 'Hugh Hefner ain't ever seen tits that nice, girl.' And don't take that the wrong way, because I gave as good as I got. I'd always fire back with a comment about him having a typical black-guy cock, and knowing someplace he could put it. Things like that. It was not suitable for children, but it was still just basically flirting."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 15



I smiled at her and sipped my coffee.

"I definitely wanted him, and I could tell he wanted me, too. But he didn't do anything about it, and after a few weeks, I got tired of waiting. I arranged it to where he and I were the closers one night, him in the kitchen and me up front. When everyone else was gone, I walked into the kitchen and attacked him. He was a little surprised at first, but he warmed up to it. We fucked right there on the prep table."

I laughed as I thought about how Kelly and I had talked about this very thing earlier today. 

"Brad, it was fucking awful," she said. Despite her words, she was grinning just a little bit at the humor. "Not at all the typical black-guy cock, and he didn't know how to use what he did have. He swore he wasn't a virgin, but he wasn't inside me more than 30 seconds when he went off."

I thought about defending him. After all, just being a good-looking guy didn't mean he wasn't a virgin. My first time was with a girl who wasn't anywhere near as hot as Lisa, and I lasted 30 seconds only if you count putting on a condom and falling over afterward as part of sex. However, I figured there might be more to this story, so I shut up.

"So we finished cleaning up and left the place. I was extremely disappointed with the sex, of course, but I didn't write him off completely. I thought maybe he just needed a little more practice, so the next time we had the chance, I attacked him again. Pretty much the same story. He blew it within two minutes, and he didn't even try to do anything for me."

"So that was it for him?" I asked.

"I wish I'd ended it there, but really, once I slept with him the first time, I don't think it would have changed anything," she said. "I'm really into black guys. I like all guys, obviously, but black guys seem to be more into my body type. So I gave him a couple more chances, all at the restaurant after closing, and it was just more of the same. The last time, he asked me if I wanted him to help me out, but I was so over his performances that I just said no."

"Good call, sounds like."

"Yeah," I said. "I wasn't a bitch about it, but I told him I wasn't going to do anything else with him. He wasn't a big fan of the idea, but he didn't argue with me, and I thought he was actually taking it pretty well."

"I'm gonna guess not."

"Not so much. First off, one night I'm closing with a different cook, a guy named Trevor. I go back to the kitchen, and he starts getting aggressive with me," she said. "I asked him what the fuck he was doing, and he said Dante told him I'd damn near raped him in the kitchen a few weeks ago, and that I'd fuck anyone with a dick and a pulse."

My fists clenched a little.

"Did he-?"

"No," she said. "He tried pretty hard, but I told him to go fuck himself, and after I shoved him off of me one time, he got the hint and let it go. The next time I saw Dante, I slapped him so hard I left a handprint."

"So why wasn't that the end of it?"

"I hoped it would be," she agreed. "A few weeks later we hired a new dishwasher. A pimply 19-year-old kid named Donny. No experience in restaurants, but seemed like he wanted to work hard. I didn't deal with the dishwashers much, so I never said much to him outside of a simple 'Hi' when he came in for a shift. He was pretty shy, but I caught him staring at me a couple times, and he'd blush when I looked him in the eye. It was kinda cute."

"So, did he ever get the balls to talk to you?"

Her face went sour. "Yeah. About a month after we hired him, he approached me out back. I was on a break, and he was taking trash out. He asked me if I wanted to go to a movie with him the next night. I had never really considered him date material, but that was mainly because I hadn't really considered him period. I was impressed with his balls, as you say, so I said 'Sure.' Then he drops his head and asks, 'How much?'"

My stomach dropped, and the look on my face must have matched it because she gave me a curt nod.

"At first I think he's asking me about movie prices, so I say 'I don't know, probably like nine bucks for a ticket, five bucks for popcorn.' And then he says, 'Not the movie. How much for after?'"

"Jesus," I said.

"To this day I don't know how I stopped myself from beating his ass behind the dumpster," she said. "But I gathered myself enough to ask him what the fuck he's talking about, and he says, 'Dante said he gave you 50 bucks after you... you know... with him in the kitchen. Trevor said he paid you 40 after you... put your mouth on...'"

She took a minute to gather herself. I thought she might let a tear slip loose, but she fought them all back. I squeezed her hand.

"He told me they said I attacked them and wouldn't take no for an answer, and that they just went ahead with it because, and I quote, pussy is pussy. Took me about 10 minutes to get him to use their exact words. He said I told them afterward that they owed me money, that I didn't come for free. They also told him that I wouldn't hit on him because he was a dorky dude and not my type, but if he asked me out, I'd do it for him, too, if he could pay."

"How does that work?" I asked, fighting through my anger to try and stay in the conversation with her. She didn't need a brute who wanted to go kick somebody's ass, though I did. She needed someone to listen and talk to her. "You initiate it, but after it's over, you tell them they have to pay, and they do? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"None of them were very bright," she said. "Their goal was to get Donny to think he needed to pay me for sex, so I guess they just spewed whatever bullshit they could think up to convince him. They just wanted to embarrass me, all because I decided to fuck one of them and he was a lousy lay."

"I can only imagine what you said," I said.

"I didn't say much," she said. "I promptly walked back into the restaurant, made sure the manager was in the kitchen, and nailed Dante in the nuts with a frying pan. Trevor wasn't working that night, or he'd have gotten one, too."

"Ooh," I said, cringing a little.

"I told the manager exactly what happened. I knew I was getting fired the minute I hit Dante, so I even gave the manager dates and times, so he could go back and check the surveillance system. We have cameras in the kitchen, but nobody ever looks at the tapes unless there's a complaint about food sanitation. So, he went in there, and he found footage of me and Dante. I started it, but Dante was a willing participant, so we both got fired. I showed him the footage of Trevor trying to force himself on me, and he got fired, too."

"Wow," I said. "On behalf of all men everywhere, let me apologize. We generally try to locate the assholes and yank their man cards before they can associate with women, but occasionally one or two slip through the cracks."

She grinned and laughed. "Thanks. You know, Dante wasn't my first, but he was close. I honestly don't just hand it out to anyone, and for them to say I was easy, and that I got paid for it... because I'm sure Donny isn't the only one they talked their shit to..."

I squeezed her hand again. "Listen to me. A lot of men are assholes. They're too insecure in their own manhood to appreciate a strong woman. Those guys are idiots."

"I'm not strong," she said. "Look at me, damn near in tears at a Starbucks."

"Strength doesn't mean you don't have feelings," I said. "You were strong enough to pursue something you wanted, and you got burned. But it didn't change you."

"Yeah, it did," she said. "I've been bitter and angry at all men for the past six months."

"You're a little less naïve, maybe," I said, "but still strong. You wanted me, right? And you made it happen."

"You wanted me, too," she said.

"I did, and I still do," I said. "But I tried to make my move by buying you a drink, and you reminded me how inappropriate that was." She lightly slapped her palm against her face. "I wasn't going to keep trying. That we got together at all was all on you."

She finished her drink, and made a big production of the loud slurping noises with her straw as she stared down at her empty cup.

"There are a lot of men out there who would love to be with you, Lisa," I said. "Not only would they let you be who you are, they'd demand it. They don't want a woman who's pretending to be someone else." 

I reached out and tilted her chin up so she had to look at me.

"Don't change just because some douchebags feel threatened by you," I continued. "You're a sexy woman, and I think you know that. Just be you."

Her eyes twinkled, and she stood up and leaned across the table to kiss me. Our lips touched, and it felt nothing like our kisses at Chili's. Her lips were soft, and I could taste strawberry lip gloss. When her tongue slipped through my teeth, I could taste the mocha on her tongue. 

It was a tender exchange, and though I wasn't going to get emotional and mushy with her for obvious reasons, I decided to let it ride for a few more moments. She was trying to say thank you without using her voice, and I was enjoying her attempt.

After a minute, though, it was time for me to say "you're welcome." I stood up, too, and snaked my hand behind her head. I forced my tongue into her mouth, quickly becoming the aggressor. She gasped as her breath caught in her throat, but she answered my kiss with as much passion as I was giving her.

"I thought you liked me being aggressive," she said when we broke off the kiss. We tossed our cups in the trash and headed out the door.

"I do," I said as we walked to our cars. "I'm aggressive, too. I'm not into hypocrisy. How can I tell you to be yourself if I'm not being myself?"

I forced her against the driver's door of her truck and quickly reattached my lips to hers. I slid my hand up under her shirt and quickly found her breasts. Even encased in her bra, they felt humongous and heavenly.

"Not here," she stammered. "Crowd."

There were a few cars parked near us, but on the whole, the little strip mall wasn't too busy.

"Didn't bother you a little bit ago," I said, pinching a nipple through her bra. She squealed.

"In public is fine," she rasped. "Chance... get caught... exciting." Between our tongues and my hands on her tits, she couldn't get too many words out at once. "Knowing... stupid."

Right on cue, two women came out of the cellphone store next to Starbucks and headed our way. I pulled my hands from her shirt, and with a quick kiss, I stood up. 

"Have it your way," I said. "But forcing me to leave you hanging right now would make you one of the cruelest women in America. If not my hotel, then where?"

"Get in," she said, opening the driver's door. I was surprised to see a bench seat instead of buckets. I slid across the driver's seat to the passenger side and waited while she climbed up next to me. She fired up the engine and took off, and it didn't take long to see where she was going. The strip mall was way in back of a parking lot, so once she pulled around behind it, there was nothing but garbage cans and rear access doors for the businesses. Behind the lot was a neighborhood, but the nearest house was at least a football field away behind a wooden fence.

"Come here," I said when she parked between two of the access doors. She started sliding over but was surprised when I opened the door and got out. I motioned her toward me with a finger. When she got close enough, I grabbed her legs and spun them toward me so that they hung out over the side of the truck.

"Lay back," I commanded, and she did. I quickly removed her shoes and pants and tossed them onto the floorboard, leaving her nearly naked below the waist.

"Panties, too?" she asked. Her lacy green underwear was all that blocked me from my prize.

"No," I said. "I love the way this color looks on you. I'm just gonna work with them." I knelt down and kissed my way up her right leg, starting just below the knee and stopping just a few inches from her inner thigh. 

"I love your legs," I muttered, trying to smother myself with her right thigh.

"They're not too big?" she asked.

"They're perfect on you," I said. "Everything about you fits just perfectly."

She smiled down at me as I transferred over to her left leg. This time I started at mid-calf, and as I kissed up toward the inside of her knee, she snaked a hand inside her panties and started playing with herself.

I immediately recalled my conversation with Kelly yesterday morning, where I made her finger herself to an orgasm while she was still wearing panties. It was like Lisa had jumped into my brain and brought that scenario to life, and I couldn't tear my eyes off the junction between her thighs. With each new lick or kiss of her leg, her knuckles forced the green material away from her body, and I could only imagine how sexy it looked underneath. Were her fingers dipping into her sweet pussy? Was she rubbing her clit? Was she shaved bare or just trimmed? Even as much as I'd teased Kelly about it yesterday, I'd never actually paid attention to a woman who was masturbating with her panties on. 

"That's one of the hottest things I've ever seen," I said, trailing my tongue up her inner thigh and licking her hand through the material.

"So sexy that you're going to make me stop?" she asked.

"Bingo," I said. I pulled the green panties to one side and watched as she rubbed her palm up and down from her clit to her sopping pussy and back again. Her fingers teased her opening on the trip down, and they grazed her clit on the way back up. Her brown hair was trimmed into a neat little strip that stopped just north of her clit.

While she was focused on her clit, I slipped a finger inside her pussy. Despite pounding her pretty hard not more than an hour ago, it was still incredibly tight. I added a second finger and smiled when she moaned in appreciation. 

"Let me take over," I said, and her hands moved slowly up her body, settling on her mammoth breasts. I traced her pattern with my fingertips, starting in her soaked brown curls and trailing southward past her clit, down the length of her lips until I made contact with the fingers on my other hand, which were still gently sawing in and out of Lisa. 

After a few minutes, I tugged her panties down her legs and added them to the pile of clothes on the floorboard. I slid my hands beneath her ass and gently pulled her forward until her pussy was just an inch away from the edge of the seat. I stared at her most private of areas for at least a minute, partially because it was an attractive sight, but mostly just to tease her, to heighten her pleasure.

"Please, Brad," she said softly, one hand leaving her chest and settling on my left wrist. I knew she knew how to take what she wanted - all she had to do was put her hand on my shirt and tug me forward, or push my head down, and I'd be right where she wanted me to be. But I liked this softer side, too, the side where she was willing to wait for me to show her just how much I wanted what she was offering.

I didn't make her wait long, and just as before, I wasn't subtle about it. I plunged my face forward, eagerly thrusting my tongue deep into her snatch as my nose rubbed her clit.

"Oh my God!" she shouted, her fingers tightening almost too tightly in my hair.

"Careful," I mumbled without backing away. "Crowds."

Thanks to how she'd parked, we were likely to have at least a few seconds notice before we got caught. We were parked between two doors. The one on my right was blocked by the car door, and there was a dumpster between me and the other door. Still, I didn't want to have to stop what I was doing.

I licked her from stem to stern, starting way down close to her ass and going all the way past her pubic bone before reversing course. Occasionally I sucked her clit into my mouth as I went by, and sometimes I dipped my tongue back in to get another taste of her, but I never stopped for long. I kept her on the hook for at least 10 minutes, waiting until whatever I was doing had her close to climax, then moving on to something else.

Her hands had moved under her top and were now rubbing her breasts through just her bra. Her hips were undulating to a rhythm that only she and my tongue could hear, as she managed to thrust her sex up at my mouth each time I got near her clit. 

She wrapped her long, powerful legs around my shoulders, and I could feel her body trembling slightly. I'd teased her long enough. I'd gotten the strongest reactions from her when I licked her clit rapidly, so without warning I sucked it into my mouth and assaulted it with my tongue, while simultaneously plunging a finger into her depths. My tongue was sprinting, frenetically flicking back and forth and up and down and diagonally, trying its best to draw another orgasm out of her. I resorted to writing the alphabet across her clit, and sometime around the letter 'g,' I felt the pressure around my shoulders increase tenfold as her body tensed up.

"Gaaaah!" she exclaimed, her left palm not nearly enough to stifle her pleasured screaming. Her hips were pounding my cheeks and jaw as she thrust herself at me, but I used my free hand to hang on as best I could. Her orgasm extended for a few moments, but eventually her breathing slowed ever so slightly.

"God bless you," she whispered, running a hand through my hair as she slowly calmed down.

"I dunno," I answered, kissing gently along the inside of her thigh. "I think it was more a lot of studying and practice than any God-given ability."

She chuckled. "Maybe both. Either way... no one's ever made me feel like that. Get up and get your reward, mister."

I rose up and stood between her open legs, and she pulled me down for a kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth at once, trying to lap up as much of her own taste as she could. 

"And what's my reward?" I asked when we broke for air.

"You did that so well, I think you get to choose whatever you want."

"Hmm," I said. My hands fell off her shoulders and on to her heavy breasts. I cupped each one, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Well, I remember something from the restaurant..."

"Oh?" she asked.

"Two things, actually," I said. "Right before you rolled the condom on, you put this—" I took her hand and rubbed it against my erection, which was damn near bursting through my shorts - "in here." I slipped two fingers in her mouth, and she playfully sucked on them. "And you told me that was a teaser for later."

"Mm hmm," she hummed, the best should could do with my fingers on her tongue.

"And before that, when I was playing with these gorgeous tits, you told me you'd let me fuck them later."

"I did, didn't I?" she said, looking up at me with an innocent gaze. My hands returned to her boobs as I stared back down at her and nodded. "That doesn't really tell me what you want, Brad."


"Simple," I said. "I want you to keep your promises."

"Gladly," she said. She unzipped my shorts, but before she could unbutton them and take them off, my cock made use of its unblocked path to freedom and burst through the opening and directly into her hand. She giggled and stroked it lightly. "Can I make one request first?"

"Of course."

"Fuck me one more time," she said. "I want to cum all over this cock again, then you can do whatever you want and finish however you want."

I let out a huge, overdramatic sigh. "Gosh, Lisa, you've got my hands tied behind my back here, but if I have to..." I grinned as I reached into my pocket for my wallet. Once the condom was in my hand, she finished pushing my shorts down my legs. 

"You ready?" I asked when I was fully covered.

"Still dripping," she said, leaning back onto the bench seat. "Take me, Brad."

I could have plunged right in, just like I'd done at the restaurant, but I decided to move a little slower this time. I fed her half my length, then pulled out before pushing a little more in.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 15



"I'm wet enough, Brad," she whined. "Just fuck me."

"Hush, woman," I said with a grin. "For the next few minutes, this is my pussy, and I'm gonna do what I want with it."

"Oh God," she moaned. I slowly and methodically pumped my cock in and out of her pussy, smirking at each of her frustrated groans. She decided to speed the process along by moving her fingers to her clit and rubbing feverishly. In no time at all, she was right on the edge of an orgasm, so I gently swatted her hand away.

"Not yet," I said. "You asked for this, so I'm going to make it worth your while."

She wrapped her legs around my lower back, preventing me from pulling completely out with each stroke. In response, I drove all the way inside her and stayed there. I very much enjoyed the feel of all eight inches of my cock buried in her depths, but her whimpering told me she wasn't happy that I stopped.

I was having fun with the back and forth mini-power struggle we were having, especially since we both knew how it would end. She pushed her hips up into mine, trying to get me to resume fucking her, and I did my best to keep my motions to a bare minimum.

She opened her eyes and glared at me. "You are driving me out of my fucking mind," she said.

"Glad to hear it," I said. I gave her five or six quick, shallow strokes, then buried myself to hilt again. Her eyes widened at first, then refilled with mock anger.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I really wasn't planning on teasing you, but you're so tight, and being this deep inside you feels fucking awesome."

"It does," she said. I saw something flicker in her eyes. "But I really want you to fuck me. Make me cum all over your cock and scream out your name."

"Hmm." I said. "Dirty talking, huh?" I grinned picked up the pace just a little bit.

"I'm not that much of a talker normally, but you bring it out of me," she said. "I just want you to fuck me with that beautiful cock. I want to cum with you deep inside me, and I think you want that, too."

She was trying to erode my self-control with her words, and it was working. I fucked her a little faster, but was still holding back a little bit.

"Because after all, don't you want to feel your cock in my mouth?" she asked, nearly out of breath. She pulled her shirt off and cupped her breasts. "What about my tits? Wouldn't it feel great to wrap these around your cock?"

"Fuck yes," I groaned. I was reasonably close to cumming myself, so I needed to take care of her quick. My hips became a blur as I pounded her. One hand gripped her hip while the other rubbed her clit. "You wanted to cum so bad, Lisa, so cum for me. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock."

"Oh, fuck yes, Brad! Just that like that!!" she shouted. She threw her back onto the seat as her body locked up. Her pussy clinched down on my cock, making it difficult to continue my thrusts. I normally wasn't a fan of condoms, but it was the only thing that stopped me from erupting inside her and matching her orgasm with my own.

"Jesus," I said. "You have no idea how hot you look when you cum."

She was breathing too hard to answer me. I leaned forward and kissed her between her breasts, as close as I could get to her mouth from this position. She seemed to understand what I wanted and picked her head up, meeting me halfway.

"You sure you don't want to just stop here?" she asked when we broke the kiss. "Denver is pretty close to home, right?"

She smiled as I pulled my cock from her pussy and removed the condom, dropping it on the ground. I'd clean up later. I was still almost uncomfortably hard, and in a different situation, I'd have driven her to at least one more orgasm. She grabbed a handful of clothes off the pile and tossed them on the ground between my legs.

"Switch," she said. She stood on the pile of clothes as I took her spot on the seat. The upholstery was damp with her sweat, but I couldn't have cared less. As soon as my ass hit the seat, she leaned over and took half of me in her mouth.

"Damn, you're good with your mouth," I said, wrapping my fingers in her hair. I knew she liked it rough, and something told me she'd like it if I forced her down just a little bit. I applied light pressure to the back of her head, and she took my cock down another inch or so.

She tried to say something, but I couldn't make it out for obvious reasons. The look she gave me, with her eyes on fire, told me I'd guessed right. She worked my cock in and out of her mouth for another couple of minutes, and I felt the familiar stirrings of an orgasm.

Lisa felt it, too, and pulled off of me. She quickly removed her bra, letting her huge tits spill out into the cool night air. I groaned at the sight.

"You like these, huh?" she said, licking my cock from top to bottom.

"Who fucking wouldn't?" I asked.

"Yeah, I've never had any complaints," she agreed. "Guessing I won't get any tonight, either."

She wrapped them around my throbbing cock, the leftover saliva from her blowjob and our sweat combining for more than enough moisture to let me slide through freely. I thanked the extraordinary willpower I'd learned in the Marines that I didn't cum immediately.

"Gonna cum already?" she laughed.

"Not just yet," I stammered. "I want to fuck them first."

"What are we doing right now?" she giggled.

"You're fucking me with them," I said. "Not the same thing."

There was no classic "Oh, shit" handle in her truck, so I grabbed the top of the doorframe with one hand and put the other on her right shoulder. I got one foot up on the edge of the floorboard and started thrusting my hips. 

"Oooh," she said, squeezing her mammoth boobs a little tighter together. She stuck her tongue out to catch the tip as I pushed through each time. I closed my eyes tight, knowing the visual of my cock slipping in and out of her valley would be too much.

I moved my left hand from her shoulder to her hair and pulled back, gently enough that I didn't hurt her but forcefully enough that she didn't have a choice. 

"Fuck yeah, baby," she groaned. "Pull my hair. Use me. Pound my titties, and cum all over me."

Dirty talk had worked for her a few minutes ago, and it was about to work again. I held off as long as I could - another 10 or 15 seconds, tops - then opened my eyes. Her head was tilted back but she was still looking at me. Her cheeks and upper chest were moving rapidly as she breathed, and there was a subtle pink flush all over her body. As I knew it would, the sight of my cock disappearing between her tits and then reappearing near her throat pushed me over the edge.

"Fuck!" I shouted, my fingers tightening in her hair as my balls tightened. I managed one more thrust through her cleavage before I let go. The first blast landed under her chin, and she caught the second one in her mouth. Another landed near her collarbone before she pulled my cock from between her breasts and jerked me off, pointing me at her tits and letting me cover them with the rest.

"Wow," she said, leaning back into a squat. "I think you enjoyed that."

It certainly looked like it. There was cum on her chin and shoulder, and if her tits had been a size or two smaller, they'd have been completely covered. The only thing that stopped it from being a money shot ripped from a porn movie was that she'd avoided getting tagged in the face.

"You're incredible," I said.

"You don't know the half," she grinned, scooping the cum off her chin and sucking it into her mouth. She did the same with her shoulder, and I was a rapt audience for all of it. "I'd do my tits next, but we don't have all night."

She grabbed her bra and wiped down her chest as I gathered my bearings. I joined her outside the truck, and we both wore huge grins as we got dressed, with Lisa obviously electing to go braless. I grabbed the used condom and tossed it in the dumpster behind us. 

"That was pretty much the best sex I've ever had," she said, kissing me on the cheek when we were finished.

"It was pretty fucking spectacular," I said. I wrapped a hand behind her neck and pulled her in for one last deep kiss. She mewled as our tongues battled.

"You're an amazing partner," I said when I let her go. "Don't let anyone stop you from being who you are, or you're going to rob some poor guy of the woman of his dreams."

"Thank you, Brad," she said. "This was one of the best nights I've ever had, but besides the sex, I really, really needed this ego boost."

"It was all my pleasure," I replied. She drove me around to the front of the strip mall, and after we exchanged phone numbers and e-mail addresses, I drove to my hotel and got checked in.

As I walked to the elevator, my hand rubbed over my cell phone, still tucked in the pocket of my shorts. I had the same thought I'd had pretty much constantly since Lisa and I had finished getting dressed by her truck.

I couldn't wait to share my evening with Kelly.

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I know I've been running long, long delays between chapters lately... but not this time. The next one is done, and I'll be publishing it soon..

As always, vote, comment and send feedback. It's my paycheck - it keeps me going and makes me write faster. If you have any ideas for Brad's further escapades, please chime in. I have the rest of the days planned out, but a good author always makes room for a great idea. 

Also, if there are any non-main characters in either of my series that you'd like to see a separate story on.. maybe their backstory, or what happens after Brad rolls through their town or Tim finishes head-shrinking them... please let me know. Reader interaction is excellent and necessary.



Brad's Road Trip Ch. 16



Like I said at the end of 15... this one was already written, so, the quick turnaround. Voila. 

This one is fairly long. I normally prioritize writing plot, with the sex still prominent but in a secondary role. I feel like I've done that here, too, but this one could also be used as a stroke story. More than half of it is one long sex scene, and outside of the main character, everyone involved in the sex either debuts in this chapter or has had only very brief appearances prior to this. The readers who generally skim the sex to get back to the plot will be skimming a lot toward the end - but be careful, because there is some plot stuff with Kelly mixed in. Likewise, the readers who tolerate the plot to get to the sex will be happier as it gets toward the end.

I could have put this in a few different categories. There's anal sex and interracial sex, a little bit of voyeurism, and one of the best one-on-one sex scenes I think I've ever written. But the crux of the hookup is satisfying a group sex fantasy, so that's where I put this one.

As always, thanks to my editor, AnInsatiableReader, for helping me clean this thing up. When I send it to her, it looks nothing like the finished product you're about to read.

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Day 15

Thursday, June 26

Denver, CO to Grand Junction, CO

Sleeping in was such a foreign concept to me that when I woke up the next morning, alone in my hotel room with no alarm clock or phone ringing, I briefly panicked.

What day was it? Did I miss a wake-up call? Was I going to miss a concert or a baseball game or something? Was I supposed to call Kelly?

Slowly, my brain began to focus as I remembered where I was and what my plans were for the day. The bedside alarm clock told me it was just a little after 9. Kelly and I had stayed up well past 1 rehashing my early evening trysts with Lisa, so I'd gotten my standard eight hours of sleep. Grand Junction was only a 4-hour drive west on I-70, and the main concerts didn't start till after 7, so I was doing well on time.

Tonight was the first night of Country Jam USA, a four-day country music festival in western Colorado. It was similar to what I did in Oklahoma two weekends ago, except then I was by myself and had planned to stay in a hotel until I met Paul and his friends... and his girlfriend... and his friend's sister... etc. This time I was meeting up with some friends who had long since reserved a camp site. My time in hotels was finally over; the next three days would be filled with sleeping bags, tents, alcohol and lots and lots of live music.

The only thing blocking it from perfection was the fact that Kelly wouldn't be there, but it wouldn't be too much longer. It was hard to believe that after all this buildup, I'd be seeing her in just four days. Grand Junction was a three-day stop, but it was the last stop; when I packed up to leave there, I'd be heading to my parents' house. 

Much to my chagrin, we had to skip our usual morning conversation because she'd had to go in at 7:30. Food inspectors were visiting her restaurant today, and then she worked until 4 in the afternoon. I was really hoping she'd get her packages today, but I wouldn't find out until well after the music started.

As I looked in the mirror, I thought about our chat last night and couldn't help but smile with my toothbrush sticking out of my mouth. That was pretty much par for the course with her. Every time I hung up the phone, I thought we'd just had the best conversation we could ever have. She always proved me wrong with the very next call.

The phone sex was incredible, of course - just thinking about how many times she'd fingered herself to an orgasm while I told her about going down on Lisa last night was bringing my sleeping cock back to life in a hurry - but our connection went so far beyond that. The more I learned about her, the more I liked her. We shared a lot of the same life goals, we'd had similar upbringings and there was literally nothing we couldn't discuss. She just fit me, in every way imaginable, and the thought that our connection might not be real when we finally met in person made me a little nauseous. 

I checked my phone and saw that she'd called at 6:30 in the morning. That was odd, since she knew I wouldn't be awake, but then I saw that I had a voicemail. I started the water in the shower before hitting the button to listen to her message.

"I know you're sleeping, baby," she said, her voice primed and ready to work a 1-900 line. "But I just wanted to thank you for last night. I can't wait until you can make those memories directly with me, but I love how hot you get me just using your voice."

I wondered if she was playing with herself on my voicemail, and I got my answer with her next sentence.

"I'm so fucking wet right now, Brad," she mewled into the phone. "I'm always wet these days, because of you. I love how hard you came from fucking Lisa's tits. Mine aren't nearly that big, but my friend Sarah, the one from the club... her tits are huge. I bet she'd let you stick your cock between them. She's pretty freaky, but I might have to convince her. Do you think you'd enjoy watching me eat her pussy while you fucked her tits, baby? Maybe when you came, you'd cum so hard that you'd hit me in the face, while I licked her pussy..."

Her description devolved into a bunch of jibberish as she brought herself off with her fingers. My cock stuck out lewdly and looked downright angry.

"Fuck, Brad," she said. "I want you so bad. Have a good day, baby."

I was suddenly glad I was getting in the shower.

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I pulled up to the house my GPS had directed me to a little after 2:30, having made pretty dang good time on I-70. I'd heard a lot about the person I was here to pick up, but I'd never met her, so I really had no idea what to expect. I sent a text to her number, letting her know I was outside, then got out and walked toward the door.

It opened before I got there, and a woman with long, curly blonde hair walked out. It was a hot day and she was definitely dressed for it, wearing barely legal shorts and a tank top that covered up only what it had to to avoid jail. She was fairly well-endowed, and I did my best to make eye contact with her before I stared a hole in her tank top. Or at least, I tried to make eye contact with her; her imitation Ray-Bans blocked me from seeing her eyes.

"Are you Brad?" she asked as she walked toward me.

"I am," I said. "Liz?"

"That's me," she said. "Nice to meet you. Sara talks about you sometimes."

"Likewise, on both accounts," I agreed. We shook hands. "Ready to go?"

"Just about," she said. "My dad dug a bunch of stuff out of the attic, and it's over here in the garage. No idea what it is, but Sara said you were going to take it all over to the campsite."

"That's the plan," I said. "Is she in town yet?"

"About two hours," she told me. "She's at the airport in Denver waiting for her connecting flight out here."

"Ah," I said. "Well, let me get this stuff loaded up, and we can head out."

"Okay," she said. "I'm gonna go in and finish my makeup, then I'll be ready."

I nodded and grinned as I walked over to the pile of gear. I had no idea why she was putting on makeup. For one, it was so hot she'd sweat it off before anyone she wanted to impress had seen it. Unless, of course, she was trying to impress me, in which case, she didn't really need the makeup.

Sara was in the Air Force, and her unit worked the same mission as mine at Lackland, back in San Antonio. Of course, I knew her better as Airman Winters, and she knew me better as Sergeant Carver, but we had a little bit of history that involved using first names. She'd grown up in Grand Junction and took a week of leave to come home and go to the concerts. 

Liz was Sara's best friend in high school. Sara and I weren't the kind of friends that hung out a lot outside of work, but we worked together enough that I heard about her friends from time to time. Especially when we'd decided to meet up out here, she told me we could get all the gear we needed from Liz, but cautioned me about her as well.

"I love her to death, and she's a great friend," Sara had told me. 

"I sense a 'but' coming," I'd answered.

"I'm just saying, Brad. It's gonna be the end of June, but you need to watch out for flakes."

I'd laughed then, but now that we'd met, Liz didn't seem too ditzy to me. Of course, it was just one conversation, and a short one at that.

I walked over to the garage and started loading the stuff into the back seat and trunk of my Stratus. There were three tents, a half dozen sleeping bags and some other camping gear. With all the stuff from my road trip plus a computer in there, it was a tight fit, but I made it work.

Liz walked back out of the house with a man I assumed was her father. He walked over to the garage and seemed surprised to find all the gear gone.

"Got it all packed in?" he asked.

"Yep," I said. "I appreciate you letting us borrow everything, sir. I have plenty of my own camping stuff, but it's all back home in Idaho."

"No problem," he said. "Just take care of it and bring it all back the way you got it. If you have any questions about any of it, just let me know."

"I'm sure the two of us can figure it out," I said as Liz got into the passenger seat of my car.

"I love my daughter, son," he said. "But she won't be any kind of help. I'm surprised she's even willing to sleep in a tent."

I chuckled and shook his hand before getting into the car.

The drive took maybe 20 minutes, and we kept the conversation light. Liz already knew I was on a road trip from talking to Sara, but I gave her some of the details - basic places and events, but not the real juicy stuff. She was majoring in sociology at Mesa State in Grand Junction, and mentioned that some of her classmates were going to be camping out here as well.

The campgrounds here were very much the same as the Oklahoma festival. Sara had reserved two camping sites, which gave us space to park four cars. Like Paul back in Tulsa, Sara had reserved late and had to settle for spots in the quiet zone. We checked in at the front gate, and they gave me a map to our spot.

Liz offered to help, but really, pitching a tent was pretty simple, so I told her I'd be fine. She nodded and sat on a picnic table and watched me work. As I worked, I'd occasionally help myself to a view of her long, tanned legs as they hung over the side of the table. She caught me staring once or twice, but I didn't care, and she smiled back at me each time, so I guess she didn't either. 

Tarps went down across the camping area first, followed by the three tents, which I set up in a semicircle. There were two four-man tents and one six-man tent; in other words, we had room for 14 people, and only planned on having five people stay here.

I was all alone in one of the four-man tents on the outside, with Liz and Sara sharing the other one in the middle. Chad and Russ, my roommates in San Antonio, were road tripping up here to meet us. They were due in sometime tonight, and would share the six-man tent on the other side. Russ had told me he planned to bag a different girl each night, and Chad would probably do that without even trying. I figured they could use the extra space.

As I finished setting up the big tent, I noticed Liz was playing on her phone. When I started throwing sleeping bags into the tents, she got up and walked toward me.

"My friends from school are a few rows over that way," Liz said, pointing toward the concert grounds. "You want to come meet them?"

"Sure," I said, zipping up the tents and locking my car before we headed out. We found her friends in a few minutes. There were two guys and three girls, all of whom went to Mesa State. One of the girls, Lindsay, played on the school's soccer team, and hers was the only name I could remember five minutes later.

We all agreed to head to the concert area to catch the unknown local bands who tended to fill the afternoon slots at these things, but on the way there I saw something that caught my attention. There was a huge RV parked in a slot right along the main walking lane, and on the side was a gigantic United States Marine Corps logo. The screen door was closed, but the inner door was open, and I could hear noises coming from inside.

"Liz, I'm gonna see who's in here," I said. "I always like to say hi to a fellow Marine. I'll catch up with you guys later." Liz nodded and kept chatting with her friends, but Lindsay gave me a shy smile and a little wave as they walked off. I filed that detail for later.

I knocked on the door to the RV and waited. Within seconds, a man walked off a Marine Corps recruiting poster and up to the door.

"Hi, can I help you?" he asked.

"Just wanted to say hi to a fellow devil dog, especially one who displays it as loud and proud as you guys," I said. "I'm Sergeant Brad Carver."

"Glad to meet you, Sgt. Carver," he said, opening the door and motioning me in. "Gunny Granger." We exchanged a firm handshake. It didn't surprise me that he didn't give his first name. For most gunnery sergeants, Gunny was their first name. "What brings you up here?"

"On terminal leave from an intelligence company down in Texas," I said. I looked around the RV and saw Marine Corps stuff everywhere. Bumper stickers, recruiting brochures, posters, etc. "I'm from Idaho, and stopped here to meet up with some friends on my way back home. There are a couple more Marines coming up here later tonight. What about you?"

"We're recruiters," he said. I'd guessed something like that. "I'm based in Denver, along with one of the sergeants here. The other two are based in Grand Junction."

"Nice," I said. "What are you guys doing out here, though?"

"You been to one of these little shindigs, sergeant?" he asked.

"In Oklahoma, a couple weeks ago," I said.

"Well, out here anyway, the thing's like a county fair," he said. "Sure, there's the music, but there's a bunch of booths for just about every damn thing; you know, food, crafts, games, all that. We set up a booth out there, offering information about enlistment."

"You guys have any success?" I asked.

"Actually, yeah," he said. "You know, we get our share of drunks stumbling in there acting like badasses, the ones who wouldn't last a day at boot camp. But we probably sign up two or three a year at this thing."

"That's great," I said. "There are four of you here, then?"

"Yeah," he said. "Sgts. Marks and Callahan are working the booth right now. Myself and Sgt. Andrews will go get them out in a couple hours." As he spoke, I heard a toilet flush, and a door opened a few moments later. "Speaking of Sgt. Andrews," he said. 

Gunny hadn't mentioned it, so I was slightly caught off guard to learn that Sgt. Andrews was a woman. Her yellowish blonde hair was pulled back in a tight braid, and she had the typical Marine body - tight and athletic with plenty of muscle but not enough to suspect anything illegal. Her face was nothing special, but I found myself attracted to her anyway. She was wearing camouflage utilities, but her blouse hung over a chair in the RV's kitchen. Her breasts weren't huge but they made more than a dent pushed out against the Marine standard-issue olive green undershirt.

"Hi," I said, walking toward her with my hand outstretched. "I'm Sgt. Carver, but I'm on leave right now, so call me Brad."

"Sgt. Andrews," she answered with a smile, her handshake almost as firm as the gunny's. "Janine."

I noticed her giving me the once over as well, and I didn't see any rings. She looked to be about my age, but she was probably a couple years older, at least, if she was already a recruiter.

She intrigued me. Lackland was an Air Force base, but the intelligence outfit I was attached to had members of all four armed services - Air Force, Army, Navy and Marines - as well as some foreign military members. I'd had sex with an air(wo)man, a soldier and a sailor, and I'd even managed to score a drunken blowjob from one of the British military girls assigned to the unit. But somehow, one thing I'd never done was have sex with a fellow Marine.

It wasn't exactly on my bucket list, but I saw an opportunity to check a box.

"So do you guys get to go to the concerts at all, or is it all work?" I asked.

"We work till the sun goes down," she said. She might have been checking me out and silently flirting with me, but she was a Marine NCO. If she was shy, she'd have been an exception to the rule. "We can do whatever we want after that."

"You guys coming to the Clay Walker show then? Guessing it'll start well after sunset."

"I'll be there," Gunny said. "My wife is here, and she's a big fan. Not sure about the rest."

"I hadn't decided yet," Janine said.

"Well, you should," I replied, hoping she got my meaning. "Like I was telling Gunny, I've got some other friends here. There are two other Marines coming tonight, too. I'm not sure if they'll be here for the show, but even if they aren't, there'll be a bunch of us watching."

"Swing by the booth out on the fairgrounds around dusk," she said. Then she turned to Gunny: "Wait, I have the last shift, right?"

"You do now," he said with a knowing grin. I was a little surprised he was helping out.

"That settles that," I said. "Janine, Gunny, it was great to meet you. If you need any fleet Marines to talk to your prospects... well, I'm not sure an intel flunky stationed at an Air Force base qualifies, but I'll be glad to help you guys out."

Janine looked the question at me, and I realized she'd been in the bathroom when I was telling Gunny about myself. "He'll explain." I said. "Or, I will later."

She smiled at me as I left the RV.

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"Hey, honey," I said, answering the phone. "How was your day?"

I was vaguely aware that the me from three weeks ago would have promptly yanked today me's man card for using a pet name and asking such a question. However, I was acutely aware that today me would willingly whoop the old me's ass.

"As good as it can be when the mass production of tacos is involved," she said. "I was supposed to work until 4, but I'm just leaving now and it's a quarter till 5."

So she hadn't made it home yet, I thought. Damnit.

"How'd the inspection go?" I asked. I was sitting by myself at a long table under a canopy near the beer booths. It was 90-plus degrees outside, and I was trying to stay cool until sundown, still at least three hours away.

"Fine," she said. "I have an assistant manager who is average at working the line and downright awful at handling people, but she's outstanding at knowing rules, making sure we're in compliance with them and documenting everything. I hardly pay attention to the safety regulations anymore, because I know she's got it."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "Everyone has to be good at something. You know, not everyone out there is like you, Brad, good at every-fucking-thing."

"Hey," I said. "I'm not good at everything. You should see me play golf. It's a damned Greek tragedy."

"I played golf in high school," she said. "I was horrible at it, too, but I got a little better during my senior year. I only played because I really liked the coach and he needed one more player to fill out his roster."

"I played baseball in high school, and we made fun of the golfers," I said. 

"Yeah, and most of you guys will be building the golfers' houses in a few years," she giggled.

"True enough," I said. "Not me though. I'll make my old teammates mow my lawn."

"Really, now," she said. "And what kind of grand plans does Brad Carver have for the future?"

"You really want to know?" I asked. I hadn't really discussed it with anyone outside of those who'd be directly involved. Even my parents didn't know.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 16



"Of course, Brad," she said. "I assume it has something to do with baseball."

"I can't have a career in baseball," I said. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I think I would be great at it. I could run numbers and stats with the best of them, and after a while I think I would get good enough at making the big decisions that I could be a general manager."

"So what's the problem?" she asked.

"I like it too much," I said. "It's my passion, and my hobby, and I want to keep it that way. Right now, I'm not forced to do anything with baseball. I can enjoy it as much - or as little - as I want. If it was my job, I'm afraid it would stop being fun for me."

"I see," she said. "You never wanted to play professionally, then?"

"Oh, I did," I said. "I'd like to be the lead guitarist for Van Halen, too. I don't have the talent for either."

"That would have made it your job, though," she said.

"That's different," I contended. "Then, I'd just be playing a game. Sure there's a business side to it, but then, my job would just be to go out there and play to the best of my ability. As a front office person, if the numbers and analysis ever got to be too much and I just wanted to take a break - and sometimes they do - I wouldn't be able to."

"Ah," she said. "So what do you want to do instead? You sound like you have a plan."

"I do, or at least, I have the very early beginnings of one," I said. "I've always been interested in aviation. I'm not a pilot, and I don't know a ton about airplanes, but I've always been fascinated with the logistics of air travel. I'd like to become a pilot down the road, too; it's just very expensive."

"So you want to work for an airline or something?"

"Kind of," I said. "I'm like you. You wanted to be in charge of your restaurant, so you have to own it. I want to be in charge of my airline, so..."

"There's a million restaurants in this country, Brad," she countered. "Not too many airlines."

"Always room for one more," I said. "It's not going to be a normal airline, carrying passengers in huge jets from big airport to big airport. It'll be a charter company. Smaller, faster jets flying high-end clients directly to their destination."

"Wow," she said.

"I served with a couple of pilots in Afghanistan," I said. "J.T. and Tim. I told you about them. I met up with them when I went to Charleston. They were there when I had my lovely shouting match with Beth."

"I remember," she said. "That was maybe the hottest story you've told me all trip."

"It was memorable, for sure," I said. "Anyway, we talked business, the three of us. J.T.'s dad owns one of the largest charter companies on the east coast, and both he and Tim fly for it. I'm going to drum up enough investment capital to start a subsidiary company, based somewhere out west, that hopefully will eventually grow into its own entity. When I had that business meeting a couple weeks ago in Tulsa that's what I was talking about. I served with an Air Force guy whose family has deep, deep pockets from being in the oil business. He moved back to Tulsa after he got out, but he always told me if I ever needed an investor down the road, to look him up."

"Wow," she said again. "That's pretty ambitious."

"It is," I said. "But I know I can do it."

"Oh, I have no doubts, Brad," she said. "I didn't mean it that way. I just meant that you have high ambitions. Just stating a fact."

"I've got a good mind for business, and I want to do something with it," I said. "I don't have to get rich. I wouldn't turn that down, of course, but I just want to build something and be successful."

"I hope you'll let me be a part of it," she said.

"A big part," I agreed.

"Hold on a second," she said. "I just got to my apartment complex. The front office left a message for me while I was working, to tell me that UPS dropped off a package for me since I wasn't home. Let me run in there real quick and get it."

Finally, I thought. "No problem. I can wait."

She was gone for a minute, maybe two. As soon as she came back on the line, my eardrum almost exploded.

"BRAD!!" she shrieked, likely scaring everyone in her apartment complex. There were people milling about near me, and I swear they could hear the scream too. "You are the best boyfriend ever!!"

If she hadn't had to work all day, I'm not sure I could have kept my mouth shut. I was glad I wouldn't have to do it for another day.

"What?" I asked as innocently as I could manage with a huge smile on my face. "I mean, point granted, but, why?"

"There are two! Both from you!"

"Oh?" I asked. "I don't recall sending you anything. Pray tell, what's in these packages?"

"I've got to drive back to my apartment, then I'm going to open them and find out," she told me, ignoring my feigned ignorance. "I'm so excited!" 

The smile on my face could have been wider, but not without involving a plastic surgeon. A few minutes later she was in her apartment, and I heard the sound of packing tape being removed from cardboard.

"Oh, my, God," she said. "You didn't. Where did you buy these things?"

"Depends on which things," I said.

"Well, let's see. There's a long blue vibrator, looks like about 8 or 9 inches long and thick as my wrist," she said. "There's a flesh-colored dildo, a bit smaller but ribbed and shaped like a real dick. And then... I'm not sure what this last one is."

"It's a remote-controlled bullet vibrator," I said. "Don't open that one until I get there."

"Ooh," she moaned, already in the mood two minutes after getting home. "So, you stick that in my pussy?"

"If I remember correctly, it goes in your pussy so it'll hold in place, but there's an extension that slides up and over your clit. That's the vibrator. And then I keep the remote in my pocket and flick it on and off, high speed or low, whenever I get fidgety and need something to do with my hands."

"You feel fidgety very often?"

"Just about every minute of the day, sadly," I sighed. She just moaned again. "To answer your question, I went to Adam and Eve online, but I ended up having to call them. I had to carefully explain to the clerk that I wanted my name listed as the sender on the package, lest it get delivered while you were out and one of your neighbors get nosy and wonder why the first man and woman to be named in the Bible are sending you gifts. Now that I know they take them to the office if you're not there, I'm glad I did. I'd hate for your landlords to think there's a dirty, dirty girl living in their complex."

She giggled, and started in on the second. "What's in this one?"

"You know," I said, "if I wanted to tell you that before you opened it, I'd have done it already."

"You're no fun," she whined.

"Yeah, not the tune you were whistling last night, or yesterday morning, or this morning on my voicemail."

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "I'm just desperate, Brad. And anyway, I'm - holy shit!"

I chuckled. "You like?"

"Love," she said, then quickly added, "I love them."

"Tell me what you got," I said. 

"There's a turquoise corset, several pair of lace panties in different colors, two pair of stockings, one gold and one tan, and - ooh, this one is my favorite, I think. It's a dark purple bustier, my favorite color. There are some other things, too, but you know all that."

I did, but I didn't know purple was her favorite color. Go me.

"How did you pick all this stuff out?" 

"Well, remember I told you about the fashion show Ellie gave me the other night before I fucked her on the floor of her shop?" I asked, my voice a little low so as not to offend anyone who might be walking by.

"Fuck, I love it when you start talking about sex," Kelly moaned. "Yes, I remember."

"Kelly, that was for you," I said. "You are similar sizes, near as I can tell, so the stuff that looked the best on her was the stuff I picked."

"Not the same exact stuff, right?" she asked. I chuckled again.

"No, Kelly," I said. "As hot as she was, and as great as I think the two of you will get along, I draw the line at giving my girlfriend lingerie that's been worn by other women while I fucked them."

"Pretty solid call on your part," she said. "Wait, how did you even get my sizes?"

She blurted out 'Linda" just as I said 'my mom.' "That day she accidentally told me about Tyler, we'd been playing phone tag all day about your sizes. I'd left her a message to tell her thanks for all her help, and she'd answered with a message saying no problem, and oh by the way, Kelly and Tyler, etc."

"Wow," she said. "I'm really, really sorry about that, Brad."

"We're past it, Kelly," I answered firmly. "I hope now you know that you never have to keep anything from me."

"I do," she said. "Anyway, I love all your gifts, honey."

"I'm glad, but my motives aren't completely altruistic."

"How so?"

"You're going to wear all of it for me, right?" I asked, and she giggled. "And at some point, I get to take it all off of you." She moaned slightly. "With my teeth."

"Ooh," she said. "And the toys? Once you get here, won't be much use for them."

"I disagree," I replied. I stood up and walked away from the canopy and found some space to myself. "I only have so many things that can fill holes, Kelly. I'm better than any machine, but I don't mind using one or two of them to help me out. And then of course, there's the remote control bullet..."

"Fuck, Brad," she stammered. "You say two words, and I'm boiling over."

"There's another benefit, too," I said. "For the next few days, whenever I tell you to play with yourself, I'll know exactly what you're using."

And with that, I put her new toys to work. 

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"Crazy fucking people," I muttered to myself as I zipped up my tent, with me on the inside and everyone else safely out there. Despite the past few minutes, I was still smiling. Dumbasses could make their jokes, and petulant women could hold all the years-old grudges their little hearts desired. I was about to talk to my girlfriend, so they could all go fuck themselves. I hadn't even met her yet, but I knew she was hotter than any of the women out there, and definitely light years ahead of any of the women the frat-boy jackasses out there had ever conned into sleeping with them. 

The concert had ended a couple hours ago, but I was just now making it back to the campsite. I'd rolled out my sleeping bag earlier, so all I had to do was take off my clothes. I stripped down to my boxers, and despite cleaning up a few minutes ago, I could still smell the sex on me. The thought would have made me smile even wider, but that was a physical impossibility.

I picked up the phone. I had a few texts and a voicemail, but nothing that couldn't wait. It was late - a few minutes short of midnight - but I knew Kelly would answer. She had planned to take a nap this evening, to be well-rested when I called, and she didn't have to work tomorrow, so she could stay up late. After I'd told her my plans for the evening, she was excited for story time. 

What had actually gone down blew anything I'd been expecting completely out of the water.

"Hey, baby," she said when she answered the phone. "I missed you."

"Me, too," I said. "The fact that it's only been a few hours since we talked only makes that a little bit weird."

"Still too long," she said, and I silently agreed. "I'll admit, though, I wasn't expecting to hear from you for a little while longer, based on what you told me before. I figured that Marine girl would have more stamina than that."

"I could have kept going," I said. "But that would have involved waking some people up, and plus, there's this girl waiting for me to give her a detailed play-by-play."

"Oh, there is?" she asked innocently. "Should I let you go so you can call her?"

"Funny, funny girl. Just for that, I'm not letting you cum until Janine cums twice."

"Brad! That's not fair!" she pouted. Of course, I knew the second orgasm closely followed the first, but Kelly didn't. Not yet.

"I guess we better get started, then, huh?"

*************

FIVE HOURS EARLIER

*************

"Where r u?" Liz's text came in about 15 minutes before I was planning to go to the Marine recruiting booth.

"By merch tables," I texted back. "Near the stage. Where are you?"

I'd never been a fan of text shorthand. Kelly used it a little bit, and of course, it didn't bother me when she did it. If it was anyone else, though, I wondered why they couldn't be bothered to use actual English.

I didn't get a text back, and I shrugged. If she needed something that bad, she could call.

A few moments later, someone put their hands around my eyes.

"Guess who?" a feminine voice said. Since a lot of what I did at work revolved around voices - and I'd heard this particular one in my headphones countless times over the past couple of years - I knew it immediately.

"I dunno," I said. "Some hot girl who's always wanted to get with me, but never had the courage to ask?"

She scoffed and let me go. I turned around to see Sara standing there with Liz. Her red hair was in a ponytail, and the hundreds of freckles that dotted her face were even more pronounced thanks to the sun and her sweat. She wore about as little as Liz did, and I could understand why. Sara's body looked even better.

"Look who I found," Liz said in a singsong voice. I could tell by looking at her that she'd not only been drinking, she'd been chugging.

"Yeah, right," Sara said, ignoring her friend and lowering her voice for effect. "Try someone who did get with you, but had to leave while you were snoring to go get a toy so she could get some relief."

I sighed, but I didn't say anything. After all, how does one counter the truth?

It was November of 2004, and I'd only been stationed at Lackland for a month. I had just turned 20, and was still painfully inexperienced with women. At the time, I'd only been with two. I'd lost my virginity in a threesome with a married couple I met at the Monterey Aquarium in California, when I'd been stationed there for a tech school. That had gone fine, but I'd had another dude there to fill in the gaps for me. My second time had been with a Navy girl on the beach at Guantanamo Bay, but I was so drunk I barely remember it happening. I always assumed I wasn't that good since it never happened again.

I'd only been at Lackland for a month, and the Marine Corps Birthday Ball was coming up. I didn't have a date, but while having sex had so far proven to be a weakness of mine, talking to women had become a strength. So, I figured, why not ask the pretty Air Force chick that worked on the aisle behind me? I did, and Sara had eagerly said yes.

We had a great time at the ball, which was held at a hotel on the Riverwalk in downtown San Antonio. I used every bit of charisma and charm I could muster, and I had her laughing and flirting with me all night long. I had no doubt that when the ball was over, we'd head up to my hotel room and I'd fuck her so well that security would ask us to keep the noise down.

Yeah... that didn't happen. I was pretty nervous, and as it turned out, so was she. I was supposed to be the aggressive one, the one in charge, the one that was sure of myself and could work her through her nerves until she got comfortable. Instead, I fumbled around and acted like a high school freshman who was finally seeing a real girl naked for the first time. I ripped a hole in the first condom I put on, and once I finally did get inside her, I lasted all of a minute. I'd had so much to drink at the ball that I dozed off a little afterward. It was just for a few minutes and I woke up with every intention of making the second time count, but she was gone.

Shortly after that, I'd hooked up with a girl who was convinced that I could be great in the sack with a little guidance, so she'd given it to me. A few months after that, Chad and I had tag-teamed a civilian girl we met at the NCO Club, and I'd learned even more just by watching how he worked on a woman's body. Nearly three years later, I was a far cry removed from the sexual partner I was for Sara. More than one woman on this trip alone had told me I was the best sex she'd ever had.

I'd never tried to ask Sara out again, though. Thankfully, she was pretty cool about everything. She never mentioned it publically, and the only times she ever talked about it were if we alone on a midnight watch, and even then it was a joke. She had a boyfriend for about a year, but even when she was single, I only gave her a token thought before moving onto someone else. A small part of me thought she might indeed have a good laugh at my expense if I ever tried to ask her out again, but the bigger reason was pride. She was a failure, and I didn't want to revisit the scene of the crime.

"You words wound me," I finally said. "Besides, you know I'm not that guy anymore."

"Do I now?" she asked. "I know you Marines like to talk a lot of shit about how great you are, but I have first-hand knowledge, Sgt. Carver."

"You have first-hand knowledge of who I was three years ago," I said. "You don't have a clue what I'm about now."

"Oh, really?" she asked. 

I stepped up real close to her, my voice barely more than a whisper in her ear.

"Really," I said. "And if you even knew the half, your cute little brain would just explode."

I stepped back and gave her the most predatory smile I could manage. She looked flustered and confused for a second, but I knew she'd have a comeback.

"You'd know all about explosions, wouldn't you?" She said it where only I could hear, but it still stung a little bit. I decided I would let her have this tiny little victory tonight, but I promised myself that before I left Grand Junction, I would make a believer out of Sara Winters.

"Sadly, yes," I said. "Anyway, I'm glad you got here safe. You get to the campsite?"

"Yeah, I'm parked right behind you," she said. "No Chad and Russ yet?"

"Not till later tonight," I said. "I'm guessing they'll show up just in time to get laid and get drunk."

"Sounds like them," she said. "Anyway, we brought a bunch of blankets from the tents. We're gonna get as close as we can and then settle in for the show. You gonna sit with us?"

"I am," I said. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Save a couple of spots for me, though."

"A couple?" she asked, a smug grin on her face. I figured I might as well start working on her now.

"Yes, Winters," I said. "There are a lot of women out there who would gladly give a guy like me a second chance. It's just a shame you aren't one of them. Yet."

I left without seeing the look on her face. When I got to the Marine booth out on the fairgrounds, Janine and one of the two I hadn't met earlier were just packing up. 

"Hey, Brad," she said with a smile. "I was wondering if you were going to forget."

"Nope," I said, instantly joining in to help them. "Been thinking about it all day, actually. I would have tried to steal you sooner, but I'm pretty sure your Gunny could kick my ass."

"Yeah, he's got a black belt in just about all the MCMAP stuff," she said, referring to the Marine Corps' Martial Arts Program.

"So you understand, then," I said. 

"Callahan," she said to the other Marine in the booth. "This is Brad Carver. He's a sergeant on terminal leave from an intelligence post in Texas. Brad, this is Tom Callahan. He works in the office with me in Grand Junction."

"Nice to meet you," I said. "You going to watch the show?"

"Can't stand country music," he laughed. "Just gonna head back to the RV to change, then go find somewhere to camp."

"You can't sleep in the RV?" I asked.

"I could," he said. "But I'm at a campground. I brought a sleeping bag. I'm sure I can find somewhere to roll it out."

"Fair enough." I said. We all chatted as we gathered all their material up. I told them my story - where I was stationed, why I was here and where I was going. I learned that Callahan had just started his assignment as a recruiter, and had been a special forces type stationed at Camp Pendleton before. Janine's first tour had been as an air traffic controller. With my future aviation plans in mind, I logged that little detail in my memory banks.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 16



"It was nice meeting you, man," I said as Callahan grabbed the boxes and started to hump back to the RV.

"You too, man," he replied. "Might see ya around the next couple days."

Janine and I watched him walk away.

"Seems like a nice guy, if not a little shy and reserved," I said.

"He is, on both accounts," she answered.

"Well, this is just the place for him, then," I countered. "There's no shortage of women just waiting to get their hands on a guy like him."

"I'd pay to see that," she chuckled. "He's only been here a couple months, but I've never even heard him talking about women. I'm pretty sure he's a virgin."

"Holy shit," I said. "Really?" She just nodded. "I thought you had to lose that to get through A-school."

"Yeah, you'd think so," she replied. "I know I did. Anyway, I can't guarantee that. It's just a hunch. It doesn't matter, though. He's a good Marine, and a solid guy. That's all I care about."

"So it's just the three of you in that RV then?" I asked.

"Just me, actually. Gunny's wife is here, and they've got a little camper way back in the quiet zone. And Marks is a manwhore. I'm sure he'll find some barely legal girl to fuck tonight, if he hasn't already."

"Nice," I said. "So you get that whole big RV to yourself, huh?"

I'm sure she picked up the heavy dose of suggestion in my tone. I wasn't really sure why I was being so aggressive with her, but she hadn't voiced any problems with it just yet.

"I do," she said. "But I don't want to go back there yet."

"Me either," I said. "My friends have a pretty good spot picked out for the last concert, and I told them to save two spots." I considered that she was still wearing her fatigues. "I guess you will want to go back to change, though, huh?"

She grabbed a green duffel bag off the back table. "Nope. I planned ahead. I'll just change right here, then we can go."

This time of night, there weren't going to be many people passing by the booth, but I was still surprised at her boldness.

"I'll turn my back," I said, and started to do just that.

"Only if you want to," she said. "I've got a pretty awesome body, though, Brad. You might want to watch this."

If I was surprised before, I was downright shocked now. I expected her to be assertive and not wilt in the face of my flirting, but I didn't expect this. Still, I wasn't going to back down either, so I watched as she peeled off her blouse and undershirt, revealing a bra - sensible and supportive because she was a Marine, and pink because she was still a woman. Her breasts were probably a small C-cup, I guessed - not enough to suffocate in but more than enough to keep a man entertained. Her stomach was flat and toned, and I was pleased that I could still see a few inches of it when she pulled on a blue T-shirt.

Her boots were the next to go, followed by her pants. Her legs were long, lean and muscular, and I had to fight off a strong desire to tackle her to the ground right there. She wore a pair of matching pink panties, but quickly covered them up with yellow cargo shorts. She slipped on a pair of sandals and threw her uniform stuff into the bag.

"Damn," I said. "Thank you for saving me from a lifetime of not having seen that."

"I told you," she said. "Next time, you have to change for me."

"I don't wear underwear usually," I said, joking.

"Even better for me," she replied.

We walked hand-in-hand back toward the merchandise table. I spotted Sara and Liz and their friends pretty easily, and we walked toward them. Someone had spread a blanket out for us.

"Hey guys," I said, and most of them turned toward me. "This is Janine. She's a Marine recruiter working our booth this weekend. Janine, this is Sara, a friend of mine from Lackland, and Liz, her best friend. They're both from Grand Junction. And these are some of Liz's friends from Mesa State, and if I was a better person, I'd remember their names."

I did remember Lindsay, the cute, shy soccer player, but I didn't want to admit that I'd remembered her name but forgotten the rest.

They did introductions all around. As one of the local recruiters, Janine had been to Mesa State a few dozen times during her stint, so she held a conversation with them about the school for a few minutes. Finally, Clay Walker came out, and I had Janine all to myself.

She settled back against my chest as we watched the show. A couple songs in, she wrapped the blanket around herself.

"Are you cold?" I asked. Sure, the temperature had dropped a bit since the sun had gone down, but not enough to need a blanket.

"No," she said, looking back at me for a meaningful moment before turning her attention back to the stage. "No, I'm not."

I got the point. I slipped my hand under her shirt and rubbed her stomach, causing her to squirm.

"Oooh, a ticklish one," I whispered in her ear. "I'll have to keep that in mind for later."

"Brad, you remember that stuff about Gunny and the martial arts?" she asked, glaring at me over her shoulder.

"Yeah," I replied, not sure how that was relevant right now.

"I'm not so bad at it myself," she stated.

I laughed at her faux threat. "I bet I could take you." I lowered my voice, both in octave and volume. "In fact, I bet you want me to take you."

She moaned slightly as my hands moved up and cupped her breasts through her bra. Her nipples were already straining against the material, so I pinched them lightly before massaging the rest of her chest. I felt my erection pressing into her back, and I could feel her squirming between my legs.

I kissed her left shoulder and worked my way east, across her collarbone and the back of her neck before ending on her right shoulder. She started rubbing and squeezing up and down my legs, the only part of me she could easily reach. My hands were more daring, venturing inside her bra and rubbing her breasts directly. Her nipples felt even harder with direct pressure, and I pinched them as hard as I could. She gasped and inhaled sharply, but otherwise said nothing.

I stayed on her breasts for a couple more songs, alternating between gentle massaging and purposeful kneading. She leaned her head back on my left shoulder, staring up at the stars as I relentlessly played with her tits. She'd worked a hand between our bodies and was rubbing the length of my cock with the same intensity I used on her chest. When I was being gentle, she was rubbing it lightly, but when I got rough, she tried to start a fire between her hand and my shorts with all the friction.

I left my left hand on her left breast but slid my right hand down her flat stomach. I felt the heat coming from between her legs as I pushed my hand past the waistband of her shorts and wiggled my fingers into her panties. I captured her clit between my thumb and index finger.

"Fuck," she muttered into my ear, licking my earlobe as she talked. "I'm so fucking horny right now, Brad. Please make me cum."

I didn't say anything, but I rubbed her clit a little faster. Her right hand moved behind my head, forcing my lips down to her neck. I briefly dipped my fingers south into her pussy, gathering up copious amounts of her juices before returning to her clit. The extra moisture let me rub her even faster.

"Right there," she stammered. "Oh fuck, Brad, don't stop."

Her legs tightened around my hand as she came, but she managed to stay quiet. Her fingers pushed into my neck hard enough that I wouldn't have been surprised if she left prints.

"You're so naughty," I whispered as I rubbed from her waist all the way up to her neck, staying beneath her shirt the whole time. "Cumming all over my fingers like that. I barely even know you."

I chuckled a little to let her know it was a joke. She smiled with her eyes closed, loosening her grip on my neck but keeping her head on my shoulder. She resumed rubbing my cock through my shorts.

"Is that a complaint?" she asked. "It certainly doesn't feel like a complaint."

Janine proved pretty talented with her fingers, working my zipper down with her hand behind her back. She didn't have to help my dick any more than that; once the door was open, it found its own way out to freedom. 

"Wow," she said, taking the full length in her palm. "Nice."

I was expecting her to just give me a handjob, but then Clay Walker and his band decided to play their most famous song. Everyone around us stood up, including everyone in our group. Figuring no one would pay attention to us for a few minutes, I got a different idea. I fished a condom out of my pocket, then quickly unzipped Janine's shorts and pushed them down to her knees. She raised her eyebrow at me, but pushed them the rest of the way down, ensuring that they stayed under the blanket.

"Just how far are you going to take this?" she whispered. I could barely hear her over the music and the crowd noise. I silently tore open the condom and rolled it onto my cock with one hand.

"I'm not going to stop until you tell me to," I whispered back. "That answer your question?"

She bit her lip and nodded.

"Get on your knees for me, Janine," I demanded. 

"Won't they notice?" she asked.

"Keep your back to me," I said. "Unless they're looking real hard, it won't even look like you've moved."

"What if they look real hard?" she continued.

"Then they do," I shrugged. She looked back at with a half-smile, as if she was still trying to figure me out. I stretched my legs out in front of me, making it easy for her to straddle me as she did what I asked. Her calves ran past my back and spilled out the back of the blanket, but it was dark enough that I doubt anyone noticed. I reached around her and pulled her panties to the side as she slowly descended toward me. I felt her heat on the tip of my cock when we made contact.

"You know," I said, talking softly in her ear. "I've never fucked a Marine before." I wanted to give her one last chance to back out, knowing that even if she did, she'd probably just be postponing things until later, when we could have more privacy.

Her eyes sparkled as she turned her head to look at me. "Well, I can't take the invitation to the engraver until tomorrow," she said. "So don't wait for one."

I grinned back and pulled her hips down. The first couple of inches sank in easily, and I held her there so she could get used to it. After a few seconds passed, I let her slide slowly down my length until I was sheathed completely inside her.

"So full," she gasped.

"So tight," I muttered in reply.

I was pretty limited as to what I could actually contribute from this position, so I just savored Janine's movements and watched as she slid her tight, toned body up and down on my cock. She wasn't moving very quickly because she didn't want to draw attention to us, but she made up for the speed by slamming down onto my hips as forcefully as she could.

My legs and hips were trapped by Janine's body, but I only needed one hand on the ground to maintain my balance. I slid the other around her body and between her legs, attacking her clit again. She drew in a quick breath as I pinched her sensitive nub, but managed to hold in any other responses.

Thanks to the surrounding crowd and Janine's slow, methodical pace, I knew I wasn't going to cum in this position. I got an idea that would speed up her orgasm, though, and I thought the blanket would cover it up perfectly.

Doing my best to balance myself with no hands on the ground, I caught her by the hips on her next trip upward, holding her in position before she could come back down. I leaned back a little, holding my upper body at a 45-degree angle from the grass. This gave me a little bit of leverage, and I started to thrust upward into Janine.

I heard her hiss softly in approval. I couldn't stroke her clit anymore, but she gladly took over. This new position was absolutely killing my abs, but I did my best to hold on and keep my pace up. Hopefully, the blanket was doing an adequate job of concealing our activities, but she was too close to cumming for me to care much.

Her fingers clawed into my thighs and her legs tightened around me as another wave barreled into her. I fucked her that way for about 10 seconds before I sat up straight again, squeezing her breasts through her bra and letting her finish off her orgasm at her own pace, slowly and subtly riding up and down my still-hard cock.

The whole thing took less than four minutes. I only know that because the typical country song is less than four minutes long, and as Janine's breathing started to even out again, the band started its next song, and everyone around us sat down again. 

************

"Fuck, Brad," Kelly muttered, breathing heavily on the other end of the phone. "Please let me cum."

"Cum for me, Kelly," I replied. She'd been rubbing her clit for the past 20 minutes, but as promised, I wouldn't let her cum until Janine's second one. "Imagine that was you, kneeling over my cock, rocking up and down and impaling yourself over and over again..."

I trailed off as she came. It was her first of this particular story time, but I was pretty damn sure it was just the first of many.

"Good girl," I said when she'd calmed down some.

"I don't know how you do it," she said. "You're 500 miles away and you can play my body like a piano."

"I told you, I can play the piano pretty damn well," I quipped.

"That was really fucking hot," she said. "I've always thought it would be hot to have sex in a crowd of people."

"It was pretty intense," I agreed.

"But you didn't cum," she complained. "So I'm guessing that means there was more."

"Oh, we've just barely started," I said. "Before we continue, though, I need you to go get your toys and some lube."

"Silly boy," she said. "My toys are right here next to me, and there's always lotion on my nightstand."

"You know me too well," I said. "So that means you've already got a cucumber from your fridge, too?"

She audibly gulped. "Hold on." A few moments passed before she came back. "I don't have any cucumbers. The best I could do is a few stalks of celery and a couple of bananas."

"We're going to have to work on your produce drawer," I said. "Now, lay back and get yourself nice and relaxed. I'm gonna do my best to give you the same workout Janine just had."

"Ooh," she said. "Goody, goody."

********************

Janine was still kneeling over my hips with my cock inside her, but the sexual haze dissipated some as the real world seeped in again. Somehow, I'd forgotten that we were sitting in the middle of a group of friends. I casually looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Most of Liz's college friends, sitting in front of us to the left, were oblivious. When I looked to my right, though, I found Lindsay, Liz and Sara staring at us, mouths open wide.

"Are you guys enjoying the show?" I asked, trying my best not to bust up with a fit of laughter.

"I definitely enjoyed that show," Liz said, licking her lips just a little bit. "I'm kinda sad it's over."

Lindsay's shyness took over, and if it hadn't been dark outside I'm sure I would have noticed her blushing as she turned away. Sara's reaction was the oddest, though. She nodded in agreement with her best friend, but said nothing. Her face was a mask of confusion, but I could see a hint of curiosity in her eyes. I bit back the glib remarks and egotistical boasts that came to mind - after all, nothing I could say now would have nearly the impact on her that watching me had.

Tomorrow, I reminded myself. 

Janine was aware of the banter, but since she didn't know anyone else, she said nothing. Instead, she just slowly rocked her hips as she waited. When Liz pulled Sara's attention back to the stage, I turned my own attention back to the woman on my lap.

"You still haven't cum," Janine pouted. She reluctantly slid her hips up and off my cock and reached down for her shorts. It took some work, but I finally pulled the condom off my engorged cock, pushed myself back into my boxers and rezipped my shorts. "That's not fair."

"Well," I reasoned. "You're not planning to ditch me and go to sleep after the concert, right?"

Her face screwed up in the classic 'Are you a moron?' look. "Uh, no."

"Then I'm not worried." She flashed me a grin that promised she'd make the wait worth it for me. I had no doubts.

The band did a few more songs, and now that our extra-curricular activities were on pause, we actively enjoyed the show. We even joined the rest of the crowd in standing up for the two-song encore. I pulled my phone out when we stood up, and found two new text messages. One was a picture from Kelly, her legs spread wide with her brand-new dildo shoved in her pussy. I saved that one. 

The other was from Chad, letting me know that he and Russ were half an hour away. He'd sent it almost an hour ago, so they'd be at the campsite and unloading their crap by now. I sent one back saying I'd see them after the show.

I kept my body pressed tightly against Janine's while we watched the encore, and her hand was wedged between us, pressed flat against my cock. She'd kept me hard ever since I'd pulled out, and by the time the show was over, I was ready to throw her back down on the grass and fuck her senseless, security and any nearby children be damned.

She sensed my frustration, and as soon as the lights came up on the stage, she took my hand. 

"We'll see you guys later," I said, leaving behind several giggling girls and a couple of jealous guys as we took off toward the campground. 

We were eager, but not to the point of wasting valuable energy by running through the crowd. Our pace was brisk, but it was still a walk with hundreds of people around, so we had a little time to talk.

"You want to fuck all three of those girls that caught us, huh?" she asked. I wanted to be surprised at her forwardness, but she was a Marine, after all. As the cliché goes, there's no bullshitting a bullshitter.

"That would make for one hell of a weekend," I said. Her hand let go of mine and disappeared into my pocket. I felt her finger tips brush my cock through the thin fabric. "It's already off to a pretty fucking spectacular start."

"Thank you," she said, genuinely smiling at me. "I think all three of them would fuck you in a heartbeat."

"You think so, huh?"

"I'm a woman, and I can read other women pretty well," she explained. "I wouldn't bet more than a couple paychecks on it, but they all seemed pretty interested after watching us."

"Well, the little brunette, Lindsay, she's been flirting with me all day, though I got a naïve, innocent vibe from her," I said. "And Liz, the taller blonde, I'm not sure if she'd be interested or not."

"What about the other one? Sara, you said her name was?"

"Her, I actually have fucked," I said. We finally made it through the gate between the concert grounds and the camping area. I could already see the gigantic Marine logo on the RV a couple of football fields away. Her fingers continued to rub my dick as we walked, and it was driving me batshit crazy.

"Ah, so she wants another piece," Janine said.

"The first piece she had wasn't all that tasty," I replied. "It was my third time having sex. Let's just say that I was pretty terrible at it."

"Mmm," she mumbled. "I've only gotten a little glimpse, but you're pretty much the opposite of terrible now."

"I'm glad you noticed," I said. "And I'm planning to give her a full demonstration of just that tomorrow."

She laughed. "Good for you. If you need someone to put in a good word for you..."

"I appreciate that," I said. "What about you? For someone who's usually buttoned up as tight as I would guess a Marine recruiter has to be, you're getting pretty wild tonight."

"Gunny's orders," she said.

"Really?" I asked. "He told you to fuck me in the middle of a crowd?"




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 16



"Not that, specifically," she said with a grin. "But he encouraged all of us to let loose this weekend. Work days are a grind. We put in 14-, sometimes 16-hour days, six and occasionally seven days a week. This is pretty much a vacation for us, and he wanted to make sure we took advantage of it."

"Ah," I said. "I was kind of wondering about that. When you told me to pick you up at the booth, he kinda helped make that happen."

"Yeah," she said. "He kind of sees me as the daughter he never had. I've been through a bunch of personal shit lately, and I wasn't exactly hiding that I was attracted to you. I guess he figured another Marine would take good care of me. So far, so good."

"It's a tough job, but hey," I said, expecting a stiff elbow to the ribs. Instead, I got a hard, painful squeezing of my cock. "I kid, I kid."

"You better," she said, rolling her eyes as she smiled.

"What kind of personal shit?" I asked. "Anything you feel like talking about?"

"Maybe some other time," she said. We were just 50 feet from the RV now. "I don't want to ruin the mood tonight. I've just been in a bad situation the past year or so, and I'm finally free of it. I decided a couple days ago that this weekend is all about me. I'm going to have a good time and do what I want. I have a long, long list of sexual fantasies, and I'm going to see if I can't cross out a few of them before we pack up and go home."

"Good for you, this time," I said, echoing her earlier kudos. "So just now...?"

"Yep," she grinned. "A couple of them rolled into one, actually. Sex with a stranger, and sex in public."

"It's a good start," I agreed. "What else ya got?"

She giggled. "You're gonna volunteer, huh?"

"Absolutely," I said. "Tell me your biggest fantasy. The deepest, darkest desire in that sexy little brain. And we'll see if we can't make it happen."

We'd finally arrived at the RV, and in the light over the door, I could see her blushing furiously. "It'd be way too embarrassing," she said. 

I grabbed her by the arm and slammed her against the side of it, forcing my tongue down her throat. She kissed me back just as furiously and worked her hand even faster against my cock. My lips left hers and went to her earlobe, and when I bit down on it, she yelped ever so slightly.

"I guess I'll just have to fuck it out of you," I growled. "Inside. Now."

She unlocked the RV and I followed her up the stairs. Once the door was closed, I pushed her up against the counter in the little kitchenette and roughly pulled her shorts and panties to her ankles as she shrieked. With one hand, I fished another condom from my wallet, leaving the rest on the counter next to her head. With the other hand, I swatted her tight, toned little ass cheek.

She let out another of those cute little yelps as I managed to roll the condom on with one hand, a skill I'd been using a lot lately. I added one more swat to that cheek and two to the other before turning my attention to her pussy and my latex-wrapped cock. I knew she could take all of me from our exploits at the concert, so I plunged my entire length into her with one thrust.

"FUCK!!" she shouted.

"Fuck is right," I snarled. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't see straight, Sgt. Andrews. You're gonna beg me to stop, and I won't. Not until you tell me all your dirty little secrets."

I grabbed her hips and fucked her even harder. I wasn't going to last long - not this time, anyway.

"But you left me with blue balls out there, lady," I said. "Plus, you basically gave me a handjob the whole way back here. You're such a fucking cocktease, getting off twice but leaving me hanging. I'm still gonna plow your hottest fantasy out of you..."

I pulled back on her blonde ponytail until her ear was next to my lips.

"... but first, I'm going to use you," I said firmly. "And you're gonna fucking love it."

"I will," she said, gasping for air. "Fuck me, Brad."

"Wrong answer," I said, smacking her ass again and pulling her hair so hard that she was almost standing up.

"Please fuck me!" she shouted louder.

"You think I wanted you to say please?" I laughed. Actually, she had a pretty sexy voice, and her begging me to give her my cock was pretty hot. Still, it wasn't what I was going for, so I slapped her ass again. I was hoping she'd figure it out soon, because I was getting close.

"Oh, my, fucking, God!" she grunted, a word slipping out between each ragged breath. "I dunno... I don't... FUCK!" 

"Think, Sgt. Andrews!" I yelled.

She pulled her head forward so forcefully that she ripped her ponytail right out of my hand. She flattened her upper body against the counter, and I wished I'd pulled off her shirt and bra first, so she could feel the cold countertop against her nipples. Her arms flailed out and grasped onto anything she could. One hand grabbed a handful of paper towels, sitting on a roll on the wall, and the other reached back and clutched my upper thigh.

"I don't," she tried again, but I sped up and killed that thought. "Fucking me so good. Please!"

I decided to let her off the hook, for no other reason than my orgasm was coming, and if she said what I wanted her to say, it would be even better.

"Use my name, Marine!" I growled.

"Oh," she gasped, the light bulb coming on as she drew a deep breath. "Fuck me harder, Sergeant! Pound my little pussy. Oh God, I want to feel you fill up my pussy. Fuck me, Sgt. Carver!!"

She kept going as I kept pounding. No woman had ever used my military rank while I was balls-deep in her, and hearing Janine shout it over and over sent me hurtling over the edge.

"FINALLY!" I shouted, spanking her ass as hard as I could while my hips became a blur. Within seconds, I was gushing cum into her hot pussy. She writhed and squirmed underneath me as I fucked her through my orgasm, and I was pretty sure she was close to her third of the night.

So of course, I pulled out as soon as I was finished. 

"No, damnit!" she whimpered. "I'm so close!" Her hand shot between her legs, trying to make up for my cock's sudden absence by rubbing her clit. I stopped that quickly, picking her up and depositing her on the carpet in front of the couch.

"You don't get to cum again, Sgt. Andrews," I said. We were into the roleplay now - even cooler since we were playing roles we actually had at other times - so I decided to keep it going. "Not until you tell me what I want to know." 

She spread her legs wide and I knelt between them, quickly ripping off the spent condom and replacing it with a new one before I could soften. I slapped her clit a few times, first with my fingers and then with my cock. She whimpered and thrust her hips up at me.

"Why are you being so cruel?" she whined. "Please, Sgt. Carver, just fuck me and make me cum, then I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

She bit her lip, which in my opinion is one of the sexiest things a woman can do. Lots of women think the puppy dog eyes or batting their eyelashes will bend a man to their wishes, and for most guys, maybe that works. For me, though, if a woman bites her lip and looks into my eyes after asking me for something, that's a real good way to get what she wants.

Not this time, though.

"No, no, Sgt. Andrews," I said. "I don't think I trust you. You're so greedy that if I gave in and let you cum right now, all you would do is beg me for another, and another, and another." I put my thumb directly on her clit and pushed down, getting another moan out of her. "Next thing you know, the sun's coming up, and you've had 14 orgasms but we haven't crossed anything else off your list."

"I promise," she pled.

"A promise made in the throes of passion is a promise to be kept," I said, lifting her leg and nibbling under her knee. She giggled and squirmed. "Or so the old song goes."

"See?" she answered. "That's proof right there."

"Yeah, but..." I trailed off. I pulled her legs up and scooted her body toward me until her pussy was just inches from my face. She was clean-shaven - I guess in anticipation of her big weekend. Just her shoulders and head remained on the ground now. "You're not in the throes of passion yet."

With that, I attacked her pussy with my lips and my tongue. I started on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and lashing it repeatedly with my tongue. My hands kneaded her ass cheeks as I held her against my mouth.

"Oh God," she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side.

I knew if I stayed on her clit too long, she'd cum on my tongue, which would defeat the whole purpose of this thing. So I left her clit alone and pushed my tongue into her steamy opening, wiggling in as deep as I could.

"You taste good," I mumbled, though I doubt she could understand me. I removed my tongue for a second. "Get naked."

She pulled off her shirt and bra as I renewed my assault on her nether regions. I went back inside her for a moment, but decided to get a little naughty. I pulled out and moved south, tickling her taint briefly before focusing my attention on her asshole.

"Jesus, that feels awesome," she moaned as my tongue slid all over her ass. "How'd you know?"

"I didn't," I said. "I'm not trying to make you cum yet, remember? I'm doing this because I like it."

That wasn't entirely true. Even if I was keeping her on the line for now, I wanted her to enjoy what I was doing. Eventually, I sat her hips back on the carpet and laid down on top of her, balancing myself with my forearms on either side of her body.

"So, what's the problem here, Sergeant?" I said, keeping up our Marine play. "Do you just not trust me?"

I never broke eye contact as I pushed into her. I didn't take things slowly like I had on the grass, but I didn't go balls-deep with one stroke like I had a few minutes ago. It was a constant pressure, feeding her an inch at a time until all eight inches were nestled inside her. Finally, she remembered that I'd asked her a question.

"It's not that, Sgt. Carver," she moaned, slowly undulating her hips. "It's just embarrassing."

"I'm not easily embarrassed, dear," I said. "You're not going to tell me anything I haven't heard before. Hell, you'd be doing well if you came up with something I haven't done before."

I stopped talking for a while so I could focus on my actions. Too slow, and she'd calm down too much, but too fast and I'd bring her off before I hit paydirt. I tried to find a rhythm that put us right in the middle, keeping her frustrated and right on the edge at all times without giving her the little push she so desperately wanted.

"Just think of me as your personal fantasy genie," I said when I'd gotten comfortable. "You have some things you want to accomplish, and I'm yours for the rest of the night."

She just shook her head with a grin, and I knew she was going to tell me pretty soon. I still had some work to do, though. I fucked her straight missionary for another two or three minutes, then sped up like I was finally going to let her cum. She got close, and I pulled out again.

"GAHHH!!" she shouted, pounding her fists into my chest. "You're going to kill me."

"Not before you tell me," I said. I put her legs over my shoulders and plunged back inside. From this position, I went deeper inside her than I'd been all night.

I gradually lowered myself to her, slowly pushing her thighs against her stomach and her knees against her tits. 

"C'mon, Andrews," I grunted. "You know you want to tell me."

"I do, but..." she trailed off.

"But what?" I asked. She didn't answer, so I grabbed her right foot off my shoulder and bit her Achilles tendon. She squealed, either in pleasure or because it tickled, I wasn't sure and I didn't care. I picked up my pace, sawing in and out of her as quickly as I could for half a minute. "But. What?" I growled again.

Her head was doing that side-to-side thing again. Her face was flushed a deep, deep red, and if she'd been breathing any faster, she'd have been hyperventilating.

"You can't fulfill it for me anyway, Carver!" she shouted, and my eyes widened a little. I hadn't considered that.

"Ohh. Something with a woman?" I asked, figuring that actually, I probably could find someone to take care of that for her when we were finished.

"No," she said. "Not into girls."

"Hmm..." I said, continuing to think. It wasn't easy since I'd much rather have focused on what I was doing. It didn't take me long to get it, though. "Oh," I said. "You want another guy."

Her upper chest, the only part of her that wasn't already red, quickly got that way. She shook her head negatively.

"No?" I asked. "You don't want two guys at the same time?"

She'd been pinching her nipples, but she lifted one hand up and extended three fingers.

"Three!" I exclaimed. "You naughty, naughty little Marine."

Despite our position, the smile she threw at me now was shy and demure, like she was looking for approval and confirmation. I leaned down and covered that smile with my lips, feverishly French kissing her as we fucked. Her lips met mine, tentatively at first, but then passionately as she realized I wasn't holding anything back.

"You're not disgusted?" she asked when we finished, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Disgusted? Absolutely not," I said. "Andrews, I've been with three women at a time, and before that, I damn sure fantasized about it. I don't buy into the bullshit cliché, where if a woman sleeps around she's a slut, but if a man does it, he's a hero. Men and women are both allowed to like sex. I'm allowed to chase my fantasies, and so are you. You want to take on three guys at once? Good for you, and God bless you."

She smiled back at me as I resumed our torrid pace. "Thank you. Like I said, though, you can't do that for me."

I smiled back at her. The hell I couldn't. I decided to surprise her, though.

"Yeah, unfortunately, I only have one dick," I said. "If I can't fulfill it for you, though, I can at least listen while you tell me about it."

"Fuck," she muttered when I thrusted in particularly hard. "All three fucking me at once."

"Not taking turns, huh?" I grinned. I knew what she was going to say next.

"No," she said. "One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass."

"Ooh," I said. "Like I said earlier. I've done that once or twice."

"Was it hot?" she groaned. Now that her secret was out, I wasn't holding back.

"The girl came as hard as anyone I've ever seen," I said. "Then she passed out and didn't wake up for 20 minutes."

"Yeah," she said, entwining her ankles around my neck. "That's what I want. To feel so full, and so used, then just exhausted after."

"Mmm," I hummed. "Good girl. You going to cum for me now?"

She didn't answer, but she didn't have to. I hammered her as fast as I could, and I felt her fingers brushing against her clit.

"Oh God, Sgt. Carver!" she groaned. It wasn't loud, but it didn't have to be. "Please make me cum, Brad. I want to cum all over this cock. Oh..."

She might have screamed, but she buried her face in my chest as pleasure washed over her. Her body spasmed uncontrollably for a few moments, and I never let up, continuing to plow her through her orgasm. I was fairly close to cumming, but I wasn't quite there yet. She kept shaking even after her pussy stopped vise-gripping my cock. It was easily her strongest orgasm of the night.

It wouldn't be by the time we were through, though.

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"CUMMING!!" Kelly shouted, not for the first, second or third time during our call. I'd given her free reign to cum whenever she wanted, and she'd obliged. Currently, she was fucking herself with a banana while a smaller vibrator, one she already owned, was pushed an inch or so into her ass. The phone was lying on the pillow next to her head on speaker.

"That's it," I encouraged her. "Pound that little pussy and soak my cock with your juices, Kelly."

"Gah..." The rest of Kelly's blabbering was in a foreign language. I'm pretty sure she came down from that orgasm and rolled into a smaller aftershock before she relaxed enough to talk coherently again.

"That's so fucking sexy," she finally said. "You actually did it. You fucked her fantasy out of her."

"I did," I said. "And then, I turned her fantasy into reality."

"Holy shit!!" she exclaimed. "Really? How?"

"Remember Russ and Chad? From the first night we had phone sex?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "You mentioned they were meeting you in Colorado."

"Yeah, they're here," I said with a laugh. "And they made one hell of an entrance."

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I stood and helped Janine up, and she clung to me as we walked toward the bedroom in the back. I deposited her on the bed.

"Rest for a minute," I said. "When I come back, I want you to ride me. I haven't cum again yet, and I want to see this hot body bouncing up and down on me in all its glory. I might not be able to help you with your fantasy, but I'm gonna make sure this is some of the best sex you've ever had."

"Already done," she smiled back. I went back to the living area and collected our clothes. I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent a text to Chad. 

"Walk toward the concert area on the main road through the camp," it said. "You'll see an RV with a gigantic Marine logo on the side. Knock twice, then come in and walk to the bedroom. Come prepared, and bring Russ."

I waited no more than a minute for the reply. "Be there in five."

I stuck the phone back in my pocket, grabbed the condoms and went back to Janine. My cock was still hard in the condom, and if it hadn't been, the sight awaiting me in the bedroom would have fixed it. Janine was sitting up against the headboard, with her back against the pillows. Her legs were spread apart with her knees bent, and she had two fingers buried in her pussy.

"I could stand here and watch you do that for another hour or two," I said.

"Aww, that would be no fun," she said with a grin.

"It would be for me," I said.

"C'mere," she said, beckoning to me with two slick fingers. "I'll make it even more fun."

"So what other fantasies do you have, Sgt. Andrews?" I asked. I sat down next to her with my back on the pillows, and she threw one leg across me and turned over so she was sitting in my lap facing me. She took my condom-encased cock in her hand and guided it inside her.

"I told you the big one already," she said. "Sex in public was a big one, too. I grew up on a farm in east Texas, so I've always wanted to have sex in the cab of a tractor. I told you I was an air traffic controller before I went into recruiting, right? I'd love to fuck in an air traffic control tower, watching big airplanes land and take off while I get taken from behind. And um..."

"And, um, what?" I asked. I'd stumbled on another fantasy she thought was taboo. She sank down on my shaft, and I took one of her nipples between my teeth. 

"I've always wanted to have sex with a black guy," she said. I did my best to contain my grin before it reached the concert grounds. This was going to work out even better than I thought.

"You want a horse cock, huh?" I asked.

"Well, size matters, but that's not why. I've got plenty of that right here," she said. "No, this is a family thing. My grandpa, my dad's dad, was a huge asshole when I was growing up. He was always mean to all the grandkids. He was also a huge racist. I'm talking KKK, burning crosses, black people were an inferior species, racist. He tried to pass that down to his children, but thankfully he was unsuccessful, at least in my dad's case. Anyway, once I got old enough to know what sex was... my earliest fantasy was to fuck a black guy, and have my grandpa walk in and catch me. He died a few years ago, but the fantasy is still alive and well."

"Well, I'm not black either," I said, still feigning ignorance. "Sorry."

"Oh, I'm not complaining," she said. "You're hung like one."




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 16



"Glad you approve," I said. I enjoyed holding her close against my body, but it wasn't going to work very well for what was about to happen. So I scooted us down the bed and lay down across the middle, with my knees bent over one side. It was a queen sized bed, so there was still room between my head and the other side.

She sat up straight and pistoned herself up and down on my cock. Even through the condom, I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy as she slid up and down. Her tits weren't huge, but she was slamming down on me so hard that they jiggled a little with each stroke.

I pulled her down to my chest and fucked up into her a little bit before letting her sit back and up and control things. We went back and forth with those two positions for another few minutes when the two knocks came.

Janine sat up straight with a scared expression on her face.

"The other guys said they weren't coming back tonight," she said. "I guess one of them changed their mind."

She tried to get off my lap, but I held her in place. We heard the door open and close, then footsteps on the floor.

"Brad, you have to let me go," she said. "Gunny wanted me to let my hair down, but I don't think he meant for me to fuck you on his bed."

I just smiled back at her.

"Hello," I heard Russ' voice call out. "Anybody home?"

"I don't remember telling you to stop," I said to Janine, and started fucking my hips back up into her. She was so totally confused, but when Chad and Russ entered the bedroom, the look turned to shock. I noticed that she made no move to cover herself up, though.

"Brad?" she asked.

"Janine, meet my friends," I said. "The guy on the left is Sergeant Russell Spencer, but if you call him anything other than Russ, he won't answer. The tall, black gentleman on the right is Staff Sergeant Chad Heyward. They were my roommates in San Antonio. I told you earlier there were a couple more Marines coming tonight. These guys are it."

She said nothing, but she kept looking back and forth between me and the two newcomers. I was still thrusting my cock up into her as well as I could.

"Chad, Russ, this is Sergeant Janine Andrews," I said. "She's a recruiter here in Grand Junction, and she's working the Marine booth at the festival."

"Nice to meet you," Chad said, grinning hungrily at her. Russ said something similar, and so did Janine.

I looked up at her. "Trust me?" I mouthed. She swallowed hard and nodded.

"As it turns out, Sgt. Andrews here has a few sexual fantasies. She had a lot more earlier, but we managed to turn a couple of them into reality. Still, she has one or two others that I can't do anything about, at least not by myself."

"You're gonna tell them?" she asked. She sounded hesitant, but there was a slight twinkle in her eyes. Plus, she started her hip action up again, and was fucking me now despite the audience.

"I am," I said. "You guys want to get undressed and join us?"

They nodded and started getting out of their clothes.

"One of them, which I actually learned about after I texted you, is to have sex with a black guy."

She and Chad shared a look. If he was hungry before, he was starving now.

"But the one I asked you guys to come over for involves all three of us. I'm sure you're both familiar with the term 'airtight?'"

Russ was somewhat surprised, but he kept that to himself. I could tell by the look on Chad's face that he just wanted a piece of what I was having, and he didn't really care how he got it. I hadn't really thought about it, but she was the textbook definition of Chad's type - blonde with an incredibly athletic body and girl next door looks.

"Airtight?" Janine asked me.

"Mm hmm," I said. "It's the porn term, but it works. All the holes filled. No air gets in or out. I mentioned that I'd done it before, right? I did it with these guys."

She stared down at me, and I sensed a little bit of hesitation.

"Hey," I said softly. "It's your fantasy, okay? If you want to dictate what happens, then do that. If you want us to do what we're going to do, and then just stop us or change something if you want, that's fine, too. Nobody will do anything to you you're uncomfortable with. These two assholes are a lot of things, but neither of them has ever had to force a woman to have sex with him, okay?"

We were all Marines. Fucking with each other was just par for the course.

"You're in good hands," I reiterated. "All six of them."

Both guys were naked now, and as she continued to fuck me, they stood on either side of my head on the opposite side of the bed. I thought Janine was going to faint when she laid eyes on Chad's cock. Mine was a little thicker, but his was an inch or so longer, and it hooked a little bit at the end. Without any further conversation, she took Russ' cock into her hand and took three inches of Chad's dick into her mouth.

I pushed Janine's hips up in the air so I could fuck her while she was taking care of Russ and Chad. I hadn't cum when she told me about her fantasy, so I was relatively close to exploding, but since it was my second, I could hold off a bit. I wanted to wait until we'd stuffed her in all three holes before I came.

Janine went back and forth, first taking Chad as far into her mouth as she could and jerking Russ off before switching and inhaling Russ' cock while she jerked off Chad. Meanwhile, I lay below her, pounding up into her as hard as I could. I'd learned through three orgasms that Janine came from hard, constant contact, and I was hoping I could bring her off once more by myself before the other guys got directly involved.

"You like this, don't you?" I asked her. Normally all three of us were pretty vocal when teaming up on girls, but since Chad and Russ walked into the situation blind, they were letting me lead the way. "One guy fucking you while you suck off two others... I bet you just love being the center of everything, huh?"

She moaned, and I'm sure it would have been in agreement, but her mouth was full. Janine was close to cumming, and both guys noticed. Each grabbed one of her tits and pulled hard on her nipples, matching the pounding I was giving her pussy.

Janine sat up straight as she came again. Chad was in her mouth at the time, and with some quick thinking and impressive agility, he leapt onto the bed so he could stay there. I'm sure she would have screamed otherwise.

"So, how do we do this?" she got out before letting Chad's dick go and collapsing on top of me. 

"You didn't happen to bring lube on this trip, did you?" I asked.

She shook her head, but I saw Russ grinning as he moved to the other side of the bed, behind Janine. He grabbed his shorts and got some things out of them. He threw a few condoms onto the bed, and held up a bottle of lube.

"You said to come prepared," he said.

"Well aren't you just a perfect boy scout?" Janine smirked, looking back over her shoulder at him. "My hero."

Like I said - Marines fuck with each other. Doesn't matter if we know each other or not. 

"I'm about to stick my cock up your ass, Sgt. Andrews," Russ said. "You sure you wanna make fun of me right now?"

That was about as good a comeback as I'd ever heard, and three of us guys started laughing. Janine didn't join us - instead, her eyes went wide as she realized that this was really going to happen. She swung her glance over to Chad, now half-kneeling on the bed with his cock waving at her, before looking back at me.

"I kinda want him to fuck my ass," she said softly, her lips just inches from my ear.

"Then he will," I said. I didn't think Chad could hear our talk, but he was going to love this. "But trust me. Let's start this way and work up to it. Have you done anal before?"

She nodded. "Not often, but enough that I'm used to it."

"Good," I said. "You're still gonna feel really, really full, and it might be a little uncomfortable, but it'll be better than if you hadn't done much back there. Just relax as much as you can and enjoy yourself."

Despite my words, she tensed up a little as Russ, all protected and lubed up, positioned himself against her rosebud. I gave her little, gentle thrusts to keep her juices flowing, but I kept her still as he pushed forward.

"Holy shit," she hissed. 

"This is the worst part," Chad said, the first words he'd said since he shook Janine's hand. "Like Brad said, just relax. Russ knows what he's doing."

Russ worked the first couple of inches in slowly, and I could feel the intrusion through the membrane in Janine's pussy. Once her ass loosened up a little, though, he didn't have much problem getting the rest in. He and I settled into a nice little rhythm, alternating every three or four strokes. She sat up as much as she could with two cocks in her and sucked Chad back into her mouth.

"Fantasy fulfilled," I grunted. She just groaned in response.

Janine didn't last long this first time, cumming not long after Russ and I started to really give it to her. The slow, controlled pace we were using allowed me to calm down some, so I was still a good ways off of cumming, but I could tell Janine's tight ass was pushing Russ to the limit. It was an unspoken agreement, but I stopped thrusting into her pussy as Russ sped up, and within seconds he was cumming in her ass.

"Fuck, that was hot," she said as Russ pulled out of her. He got up to discard his condom. "Where's he going?"

"To wash up," Chad said. Now on my own between her legs, I started fucking her in earnest again. Chad stood up, one leg on either side of Janine and I, and stroked his cock in and out of her mouth. "Can never be too clean."

"I want to switch," she said after a minute or two. "I want all of you in each hole tonight."

Chad's eyes widened in surprise.

"You want this in your ass?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," she said, as if that was the dumbest question ever. "Why?"

I took that one. "None of the girls we've done this with has ever let Chad in her ass. Only one even let him in her pussy while someone else was in her ass. There's a point when a cock can be too damn big."

"I usually get the mouth," Chad said.

"Well, not tonight," she said. "Since this will be a first for you, too, how about we do that as the finale?"

"Sounds good," he agreed. His smile lit up parts of Ethiopia. "Course, you know what that means."

She apparently didn't. I'd already pulled out and was sliding out from under her.

"That means I get that pussy now," he said, taking my place on the bed and grabbing a condom from the pile. "And now Brad gets that ass. You're going to enjoy this."

"We just did it, didn't we?" she asked.

"Don't get me wrong, no woman has ever complained about my boy Russ," Chad said. "But Brad's got a couple inches on him, and he's a lot thicker, too."

It wasn't too manly to talk about another dude's equipment, but Chad's voice was in teaching mode now. He was studying to be a teacher and coach after he got out of the Corps, and that's what he was doing now - simply explaining to Janine what was about to happen and what she was going to feel.

"And of course, you're going to have me in your pussy at the same time. So multiply all that times five or six."

Her eyes widened a little bit. She looked back at me as I knelt behind her.

"Just you first, by yourself," she said. I smiled in understanding and nodded. 

"I'll be gentle," I promised.

"You don't have to be," she said. "Don't go slamming it up in there in one shot, but slow and steady. I want to get used to that first," she finished, pointing at my cock.

Thanks to a fresh application of lube, I slipped the head of my cock past her tight ring immediately. Her back stiffened up some as I pushed a couple more in. Russ came back in from the bathroom as I passed the halfway point.

"Round 2 already, huh?" he asked, taking his place on the bed and offering his cock to Janine. It had softened some, but I figured she'd have him hard again in no time.

"This one doesn't waste time," Chad said. His kept his cock right against the opening of her pussy, ready and waiting to enter when the time was right. In the meantime, his fingers were working over her clit.

"You ready?" I asked Janine.

"For what?" she answered.

"This." I slowly pushed the rest of my cock into her ass, feeding her an inch or so every 10 seconds until I was buried to the hilt.

"Fuck, no, I wasn't ready for that," she moaned, looking up at Russ. "Does he have a baseball bat in me?"

"Not quite," he laughed. "Probably feels like it, though."

"That comes next round," Chad said.

"Next round?" Russ asked. "Wait... is she gonna do what I think she's gonna do?"

"Yep," I said, remembering that he was in the bathroom and hadn't heard her plans for the finale. "Now shut up so I can fuck this woman's incredibly tight ass."

I fucked her slow and steady, just like she asked. I pulled about halfway out with each stroke before pushing back in. I picked up the speed just a little bit and gave her a few quicker, shorter strokes before burying myself again and holding it there.

"You're up," I said. Everyone knew what that meant. I pushed Janine down until she was lying flat against Chad. That meant she had to stop sucking Russ' cock for a minute, but she was going to need the support.

I felt him enter her immediately. What was already a snug passage became almost impossibly tight as he pushed inch after inch into her. Lubrication wasn't a problem, thankfully, and he was balls deep within a minute or two.

"Breathe, Janine," I reminded her.

"How?" she sputtered.

"Through your nose," I replied. She sat up just a little so Russ could complete the third side of our triangle.

I held Janine's hips firmly, moving them ever so slightly as Chad started to pump into her. When I found a hip angle he could use to consistently go balls-deep, I adjusted my own angle and started to fuck her from the other end. We didn't need any kind of rhythm; as long as her hips weren't moving, we could both take her as hard as we wanted.

We figured out that she liked it best when we both pulled almost all the way out then pushed back in together, so that's what we did. With Chad on the other side, Janine's ass was almost too tight, if there is such a thing - I couldn't build up enough speed to get near an orgasm, even though I'd been fairly close since before Chad and Russ even arrived. 

Russ was up to full hardness and held Janine's head in place while he fucked her throat.

"Jesus, she gives good head," Russ stammered. "Glad I just came a minute ago, or I'd be gone again." I decided that would be where I finished, since it wasn't going to happen in her ass.

We were still having fun, though, so I kept thrusting in and out, marveling at how her ass just seemed to swallow up my entire eight-inch cock. My pace stayed steady and constant, but Chad kept moving faster. When he came, he was fucking Janine as hard as I'd ever seen him fuck any girl, which was quite an accomplishment on his back. His orgasm pushed Janine over the edge, too, and she screamed around Russ' cock as she came. 

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"BRAD!!"

I'd lost count, but she was cumming again. I'd made her press the tip of the long, blue vibrator against her ass, providing her extra stimulation while she plunged the dildo in and out of her pussy. When I first described filling all of Janine's holes, I'd also made Kelly deep throat the banana she'd been fucking herself with earlier, but I liked her voice too much to keep her mouth occupied for too long.

"Fuck, baby," I said now. I'd cum multiple times with Janine, so while Kelly had gotten off a bunch during our call, I hadn't just yet. That was about to change.

"Cum with me!" she shouted. It wasn't a suggestion or request. "Please, Brad! I want you to cum in my ass."

I wanted that, too, and that's what I was visualizing when my orgasm hit. There wasn't a whole lot left in the tank, but there was enough to hit my stomach with three or four decent shots. I was more focused on Kelly's voice and trying to memorize every delectable sound she made in the throes of passion.

"Fuck, honey," I said. "I didn't think I could do that again tonight, but just hearing your voice is making me crazy."

"I know the feeling," she said. "You joked a week ago about giving me double digit orgasms, and while I definitely stopped counting, I think you might have succeeded. I'm completely fucked out."

"You did so good, baby," I said. "I always say this, I know, but that was definitely the best phone sex we've had."

"Until the next time," she added.

"Of course," I laughed. "There is more to the story, though."

"Mmmm," she said. "I'm listening."

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If I'd thought Janine's ass was tight before, it went to a whole other level when she came. She gripped me so tight that I honestly though my cock might decide to stay with her. It was as much pain as I'd ever felt during sex, and while I said nothing, it was apparently obvious on my face.

"Relax, baby," I heard Chad say as she collapsed onto him. "You can't take it with you."

"What...?" was the only word she could get out.

"Relax your ass," he said. "Brad's being a trooper, but I'm sure he'd like to take all his equipment with him when he leaves."

"Oh, shit," she said, a sheepish grin on her face as she looked at me. I felt her loosen some, but she could only do so much with two huge poles shoved into her.

"You're gonna have to move, Chad," I said. He nodded, and the pressure on my cock decreased immensely as he started to pull out. Once he was gone, I pulled out and fell onto the bed.

"Did you cum, Brad?" she asked me. I just shook my head.

"How the fuck not?" Chad asked, surprised.

"You're going to see in a minute," I said. "Sometimes, there's such a thing as too tight."

"I can't wait," Chad said, "but after that, I think we need a break."

"Who does?" Janine asked. "I don't. I'm all stretched out now. You might as well finish me off."

Chad's smile was back in full effect now. She was almost as eager as he was.

"Let's change it up a little," I heard Russ say, but it trailed off as I went to the bathroom. I removed my condom and gently stroked my cock, making sure all of it was still there. I grabbed a wash cloth, soaped it up and cleaned my cock. The condom kept me clean, but since I was planning to cum in Janine's mouth, I didn't want it to taste like rubber.

When I got back, Chad was still on his back, but his legs were now hanging over the side with his feet on the floor. Janine was on her back on top of Chad, who'd worked about half his cock inside her ass. Russ stood in front of them, holding up her right leg with one hand and finger-fucking her pussy with the other.

I stood in the doorway observing as Chad eventually bottomed out inside her. She wasn't stretched quite as wide as she had been with me, but he was plumbing depths that I couldn't reach. 

Russ stepped up and added himself to the mix, and I stood at the foot of the bed, my cock just inches from Janine's lips. This was the one thing she and I hadn't done tonight, and after Russ' endorsement, I was looking forward to it.

With a silent signal, Russ and I timed our entries so that we both penetrated Janine at the same time. He went all the way in with one thrust, and she got about five inches in her mouth before I hit her throat.

"Unnngg," she said as the three of us filled all her holes simultaneously for the third time. I wasn't sure what the other two had planned, but I had enough for one last awesome orgasm.

Apparently, Russ had the same idea; he wasn't holding anything back as he attacked Janine's pussy with a vengeance. Janine was doing her absolute best to stay relaxed so that Chad could do something with his cock besides just keep it buried inside her. As such, she wasn't really focusing on her blowjob, but I was okay with that. I weaved my fingers through her hair and held her in place while I fucked her mouth.




Brad's Road Trip Ch. 16



We stayed that way for about 15 minutes, trying to give Janine a hell of a ride. She wanted to feel used and exhausted afterward, and I was going to make sure she did. I know she came at least twice more in that time, but I was starting to lose count. Without being inside her, it was hard to tell when she was cumming and when she was just moaning because of all the sensations she was experiencing. She wasn't using anything resembling English now, just babbling and groaning in between breaths.

The other two had cum once, but I hadn't since long before they'd arrived. I'd been holding out for more than half an hour, and Janine's tongue was pretty damn talented, so I knew I was going to get there first. I told her I was cumming, and her only response was to slap herself on the cheek. I assumed that was a signal to cum in her mouth, so that's what I did. I let the strongest blasts coat her tongue, but I really wanted to cum on her tits, too, so I pulled out and let the last few spurts splatter her chest. It was a pretty large load, so there was plenty for her to play with.

She was rubbing one string of my cum around her nipples when Russ announced he was there, too. He pounded her hard for a few more seconds before holding himself inside, only pulling out when he needed more friction for another spurt. 

I felt like I'd given Janine her money's worth for her fantasy, so I pulled my softening cock from between her lips. Russ' cock was getting soft, too, making it easier for Chad to move inside Janine's ass. He started thrusting his hips upward, impaling her even farther on his cock. When Russ pulled out altogether, he turned into an upside-down jackhammer.

"Oh, fuck," Janine stammered. "Fuck me. Fuck me with that big, black cock, Sgt. Heyward."

"That's Staff Sergeant Heyward," he growled, letting go of her hips just enough to reach around and lightly slap one of her tits before replacing his hand. I hadn't thought about it, but Chad actually outranked her.

"S...sorry," she managed. It was clear that she was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. She had enough brain power for two tasks: breathing and fucking. The rest didn't make sense to her right now. "Fuck... gonna make me cum again."

Russ was already putting his clothes back on, expecting that he and Chad would make an exit after they were finished. I still wanted to make sure Janine enjoyed this as much as she could. 

She had one hand between her legs, rapidly massaging her clit. I pushed her hand out of the way and replaced it with my tongue. Luckily, Chad's cock was on the other side of the intersection, pumping his hips ever faster as he inched toward another orgasm of his own.

In addition to my tongue on her clit, I added two fingers in her pussy and listened as she went ballistic. Her head thrashed from side to side, her blonde hair resembling a tornado as her final orgasm overtook her. As soon as I moved my mouth away, Chad resumed fucking her as hard as he could.

I went out into the living room to pull my own clothes on and give Chad time to finish up. A few moments later, I heard him grunt loud enough to alert the local authorities, then go completely quiet. We'd done this enough times that I knew that meant he'd finally finished her off. 

When I went back to the bedroom, Janine was lying flat on her back, still atop Chad and still with his cock buried in her ass. It took a second, but I noticed something else, too: Janine was asleep.

"You got her, bro?" I asked Chad. He was lying under her, and his rapid breathing was making Janine's body rise and fall.

"I got her," he confirmed. "I mean, you found her, man. Not trying to step on your toes. You can do whatever you want to do, but I think I'm gonna stay here until she kicks me out."

I'd kind of figured that earlier, but this confirmed it - Chad was smitten with this girl, or at least, as smitten as Chad ever got, meaning he'd at least remember her name in the morning. 

"Nah," I said. "She was fun, and I like her, but not like that. Just take care of her."

It was odd seeing Chad interested in a girl outside of sex, as we were all kind of cut from the same "happy bachelor" cloth. But hell, I was pretty well past that, too, so good for him. At least he'd actually met the object of his affections.

Russ and I left quietly left the RV and headed back toward camp. He was talking about what other trouble he might get into tonight, and I was rooting for him. Me, though? I had a story to tell, and only one girl I wanted to tell it to. 

We were near our site when a group of people sitting around an active barbecue grill offered us a beer. There were a couple of hot women in the group, so I knew Russ would accept. I politely declined, told Russ I'd see him tomorrow, then headed back to the site alone.

I didn't stay that way, though. There were nearly a dozen people near our tents when I got back. We'd been stuck in the dreaded 'quiet zone,' so they weren't playing any music and were keeping the conversation down to a very dull roar, but they were still hanging out. I wondered why they were doing that here instead of one of the normal campsites on the other side of the main walking trail, but I got my answer pretty quickly.

"What the hell, Brad?" Sara asked when I was close enough that she didn't have to yell. "You fucked that girl right in front of us."

Liz was on one side of her looking slightly amused and more than slightly drunk, and Lindsay stood to Sara's other side wearing a look I couldn't really place. Two of the other girls were Liz's school buddies, and there were some other girls and a couple guys hanging around that I hadn't met. Everyone was listening to us pretty closely.

"I did," I agreed. "Then I spent another hour or so doing it in private." Well, mostly, but that wasn't my story to tell. There was a good chance we'd all hang out again tomorrow, and I didn't want things to get too awkward. "Are you offended, Sara?"

I don't how she was expecting me to reply, but from the look on her face, she hadn't expected that. She was downright mad at me when I'd showed up, but now, she was... something else. What, I didn't know.

"It takes more than that," she said after a long pause. "I just thought we'd get to hang out some, and I wasn't here five minutes before you ditched me."

It was my turn to be thrown off by her words, and I stood there trying to figure things out for a second. Had she been planning to try and do something with me again while we were here? Nothing she'd ever done or said made me think she'd ever consider it. Before I could reach any conclusion, she kept talking.

"Oh well," she said. "She was smiling, so she was at least pretending to be satisfied. Good to know you don't leave every woman you're with hanging."

Liz rolled her eyes slightly, and Lindsay looked at the ground. The other girls' mouths hung open, but they had the good sense to not engage their voices. The two guys chuckled. 

Me? I just stood there. I was somewhat surprised that I didn't get mad at her. She'd made the joke before, but always privately. The fact that she aired out my dirty laundry in front of a bunch of people I didn't even know should have, by all accounts, made me fucking furious. And as recently as two weeks ago, it probably would have.

Tonight, though, I just couldn't find the anger. For one, I was exhausted from marathon fucking Janine, and regardless of Sara's talking, I knew Janine would have no complaints tomorrow that didn't involve soreness and maybe fatigue.

For another, I had someone else I wanted to talk to right now. Kelly had tomorrow off and another family function to attend, but she'd already warned me that she had to work a double-shift on Saturday, starting at 9 a.m. and not leaving until after midnight. I wanted to get in as much time with her as I could before that.

The biggest reason I let Sara's remark slide, though, was because I knew I'd settle things with her tomorrow. I wasn't entirely sure what I was going to do yet - I needed sleep before I figured that out. 

I knew how to start it, though.

"You know what, smartass?" I said, advancing toward her. It wasn't threatening, but it was a confident, purposeful walk. Her eyes danced as I got closer, and she stuck her tongue out at me. "I'll deal with you tomorrow. But here's a little preview."

Before she could get her tongue back between her lips, I sucked it into my mouth, engaging her in a French kiss that shut up any of the would-be shit talkers behind her. She didn't kiss me back immediately, and if she didn't at all, I'd have been okay with that. Still, I wanted to make my point a little longer, so I put my hand behind her head and pulled her lips in even harder. This time she did respond, sweeping her tongue upward inside my lips and across my teeth. When I let her go, she was speechless. For that matter, so was everyone else.

"I'll see you bright and early, Sara," I said. "But that should be enough to get you through until then. For now, I have a phone call to make, then I'm going to bed. You ladies have a great night."

I left out the word "gentlemen" on purpose, hoping the two guys who'd laughed at Sara's joke took that for the "fuck-you" I'd meant it to be. Without looking back, I got into my tent, zipped it up, shed most of my clothes and crawled into my sleeping bag.

Then I picked up the phone.

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"Don't worry about the assholes, Brad," she said. "What the fuck do they know? You made that girl cum like 19 times tonight, and then you made this girl cum 19 times just now. If they knew all the things you can do that they can't, they'd be crying, not laughing."

"I know," I said. "I think it just hit a nerve. She's one of the few sexual regrets I have. Plus, she's never really brought it up in public. For some strange reason, I'm not really mad at her about doing it tonight, but it did sting a little."

"Let her off the hook, Brad," she said. "Look, when she went out with you a few years ago, she was likely expecting amazing sex, and she was disappointed. Then not only did she have to watch you give it to Janine during the concert, but she was probably planning to get some of her own after the concert, but you spent two more hours giving Janine even more."

"You're telling me she was jealous?"

"It couldn't be any more obvious," Kelly said.

"Well, she can wait her damn turn," I said. "Luckily for her, her turn comes tomorrow. I'm gonna make sure she forgets all about what happened three years ago."

"That's the Brad I know," she said. "What's your plan?"

"I need a plan?" I laughed. "It's far too late to come up with a plan tonight. I'm sure I'll think of something."

"You will," she said. "And you'll have help. I'll think about it and give you some ideas. This is nuts, but apparently listening to all of this stuff isn't enough for me. I'm actually going to help you get laid, Bradley."

I had the world's most amazing girlfriend, and I told her just that before we both drifted off to sleep.

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This is the last of the three chapters I've been hanging on to for a few months, so don't expect another chapter in the next few days. I'm more than halfway done with the next one, and there's only three after this one, perhaps four. I know it's taken a long, long time, but there is light at the end of the tunnel. Let's hope it's not an Amtrak.

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