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Part One, Chapter 7 Bring showed her bag of a variety of sandwiches and drinks, taking out each item and placing it on the floor. Peter sat next to her, Alice sat on the other side of Peter. They made appropriate "Ohs" and "Ahs" as each item was shown. Peter found he was eating a cheese sandwich that was exceptionally good. Alice and Bring eyed each other across him and chuckled while eating their sandwiches, Peter's head turned from one to the other as they made little jokes. He enjoyed watching them together. Peter noticed, from time to time, Bring giving Alice and him a certain look. It was not jealousy, he decided, but he could not figure out what the look meant. Alice decided finally it was time to go to work at Dave's. She had to crawl over everyone to find her dress under the desk. Her shoes were knocked into different corners of the room. Peter dressed, then he walked Alice out to the street. He came back to his motel room still smiling. Bring had neatened up and spread out the game materials on the bed. Peter sat down on the bed and watched her. She looked at him. "Ready?" she asked. He nodded briefly. Bring said, "It's my turn to throw the dice." She threw a four. "That's one of your cards," Peter said. She picked it up, read it, and passed it to Peter. The card said: "They go for a drive. Sometime during the drive they stop. He removes her dress. He touches her. They drive some more. Roll the dice again." Peter relaxed. He was dreading a card like the last. "Okay," he said. Bring grinned at him, put the game things back into the canvas bag. "My car or your van?" "Your car, okay? Alice suggested we drive off the main streets of town so I could see what it was like." "I'd enjoy that." Bring stood, checked the room, gathered the game materials into her bag. "I'm ready." Bring drove through the residential area of the town. As a passenger, Peter had fun being free to sightsee. Slotville was different from other small towns he had seen in subtle ways. Spacious was one word that came to mind; a good mix of old and new was another. He enjoyed seeing the horsedrawn buggies on the shady streets. The horses lifted their feet high. The passengers and drivers were enjoying their rides. "Why isn't anything about this downtown? I'd think it'd be a tourist attraction." Bring laughed. She turned to him, smiled, turned back to watch the road. "That wasn't the purpose. It was done to ease congestion on the streets. Also, to give the high school kids something purposeful to do. We don't have a football team at our school, no competitive sports of any kind. High school kids run the service, take care of the horses, drive the buggies. I was part of that until I started preparing for the game. I kept the buggies in top shape." She looked at Peter. "Brain work and hand work, like you." "But I've never seen a buggy on main street." Peter watched Bring. She was enjoying this. "They stop a block short on either side. People were afraid there might be an accident." Bring glanced at Peter. "Is it time?" "Let's find a place more private." Bring watched the road. She was homesick at times, and she had not even gone off to college yet. She drove slowly along a hedge and tall trees. "The avenue isn't easy to see. There. Yes. All right, we're private." She turned off the engine and unclicked her seat belt. Peter unclicked his seat belt. "How about I undress you outside the car?" Bring gave Peter a broad smile and opened her door. She stepped out. They were in the middle of a small grassy courtyard surrounded by trees. The summer sky was palest blue overhead. Out of the car, they could begin to hear birds. There was little traffic noise. Bring went into the center of the courtyard and raised her arms straight over her head. She watched Peter; only her eyes moved. Peter came up to her. He stood in front of her, his hand on her hip, the other hand on her shoulder, its thumb touched her ear, stroking it. Peter kept his hand on her shoulder, dropped his other hand to her dress hem. He asked, "Now?" Bring nodded, still watching him. He slowly drew the hem up her front, dropping his other hand to take more hem at the side. He raised the hem to just under her breasts. He stopped to look, then returned to watching her face. "More?" Bring nodded. Peter raised the dress up to her armpits, a little higher, stopped again. A hand holding the hem near her nipple flicked out its fingers and touched a ring. He drew the hand and hem down slightly, raised it again, stroking the breast. "More?" Bring nodded. He quickly drew the dress up over her head; she bent down and backed away, pulling her arms out. She stood in front of him, watching him still. He balled the dress and held it in one hand, reached out his other hand and placed it on her waist. His hand moved up a few inches, it moved over and down turning, around so his knuckles touched her navel, and stopped at her patch of pubic hair. "More?" Peter's eyes turned again to Bring's face. She nodded sharply, said, "Yes," and pushed her pubic mound into his hand, then drew herself from side to side slowly. She leaned into him, laid her forehead on his shoulder. She took his hand and drew it further down. Peter turned his hand over, slipped it along her labia, feeling the rings there that felt so hard on that soft bare surface. She leaned closer, holding his forearm as he stroked the outside of her labia. His other hand touched her head and moved it back so he could kiss her. She pressed against him. Peter fell to his knees and started to bring his face close to her, but she stopped him. "You can't. We need a dental dam. In the car." Peter laughed. He fell back onto his rear and laughed. "Of course." Bring stared at him, started to go to the car. He touched a leg. She looked down at him. He shook his head. She stopped. "Turn around," he said. "Remember how you bent over yesterday, placing your palms against the floor? Do it now." He wiggled his fingers in the air. Bring bent over, shut her eyes and felt him touch her. She felt him tickle her with a blade of grass drawn along the outside edges of her labia, close to her thighs, on the ridge before the opening. She felt him place a blade of grass through each ring then slide a finger along her slit. She started to wish she did not have to stand.
Peter drove now. Bring was still naked, with bits of grass held against her labia. Bring was quiet. She was wondering what had happened to her dress. She was wondering what the next card would show. It would be time soon to throw the dice. Peter parked at an ice cream shop on the edge of town and came back with vanilla ice cream cones. He got in the car, passed a cone to Bring. "It's time, isn't it?" Bring nodded. She touched his hand and he looked at her. She licked the ice cream cone, suggestively, staring at him. She licked, smiled, licked with the point of her tongue. She nodded then held his eyes with hers. After they were through with their cones, Peter threw the dice. They fell on the floor on Bring's side of the car, under her feet. She laughed, lifted up her feet, so he could find the dice. "I'm trusting you on this," she said. "Two." The card said: "Change to the yellow suit. Roll the dice again." They
looked at one another. "Back to the motel?" he asked.
Bring nodded sharply. Yellow was more doing than situations.
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