Mornings on Horseback
Book Two - Chapter 8
"What do you think's going to happen?" Chris asked Mark. "Rollie's gonna tell your dad, right?"
"Oh yeah," Mark nodded and we were all eating slowly, not feeling so hungry as before, but knowing we needed the food.
"If he tells my dad what happened to me, I mean, that I was…You know." I didn't like the word.
"He'll go pretty crazy," Mark nodded. "My pop too. He always figured you were his daughter, kind of."
"Yeah." I smiled a little, knowing it was true.
"I think him and my mom even plan on it. I mean, us getting married someday," Mark said. He was smiling and marriage was something we'd never talked about, not until tonight. We were always too young for that.
"I know," I said with a nod. "Your mom kinda talked around it a few times."
"Talked around it?" Mark wondered.
"Yeah. I mean, she talked about us being married without really saying it, just…Talking around it," I shrugged and ate some more fries.
"I never knew that." Mark scratched his head. "They talked to me about it, but I never figured they'd say anything to you."
"They did?" I widened my eyes at that and Mark actually blushed just a little.
I think Mark was a little embarrassed by it actually, but he shouldn't have been. Everyone knew we were in love and everyone was happy for us, and parents make all kinds of plans for the future, especially practical people like our families. My mom thought I'd marry Mark, I knew that, but my dad wouldn't ever admit it if he did. He wasn't going to let himself imagine me being anything other than his little girl until it became unavoidable to think of me as some other man's wife. And then I'd still be his little girl, forever and ever.
My dad was going to be upset though, real upset, and he might even come looking for us, I thought, but maybe not. I'd have to call him soon, just so he wouldn't. He'd never find us, for one thing. We didn't even know where we were going. But if Daddy couldn't bring me back, he'd want to take it out on somebody. When he found out I'd been raped, cause Rollie had believed us and they'd believe him, once my dad heard that? If Georgie wasn't already dead, he might start wishing he was.
I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't know if the police were looking for us or not. I didn't know if Georgie was dead or what Wendy had told the sheriff. It could have been we were running away from nothing at all. Or it could have been we were doing exactly what we had to. I didn't know and neither did my two boyfriends and life is like that. You do what you think you have to and then later you can look back and tell if it was smart or dumb, or somewhere in between, like most decisions are.
"Do you think Rollie is going to tell your parents about us?" Chris looked at Mark and I watched the two boys sitting together across from me.
"No, not Rollie," Mark said. "But even if he does, I don't care."
Mark kissed him then, not like deep or long, but it was a real kiss on the lips, in the middle of the truck stop diner and it surprised all of us, even Mark maybe. Chris looked like someone had just hit him with a cattle prod, except he was smiling because for some reason that cattle prod had felt good. And Mark's big brown eyes were wide as he realized what he'd just done and he licked his lips and smiled, like he knew he couldn't take it back, even if he wanted to, which I don't think he did. And I just went…
"Wow!" I giggled and smiled and "Wow! That's so cool."
"You're my boyfriend, right?" Mark was looking at Chris.
"Yeah," Chris nodded.
"Then…" Mark shrugged, "…I'm tired of hiding it. Secrets just get us in trouble anyway."
"Okay." Chris blinked his pretty blue eyes and brushed some long blonde hair back, so I knew he was nervous, but he looked happy too.
"No more secrets." I smiled at that. "I like it."
It probably wasn't a good idea for Chris and Mark to start making out in a truck stop though. I mean, some of those guys looked pretty rough around the edges. I'm sure most truck drivers are really nice guys, they have wives and kids and dogs, and they just want to make some money and get home safe like any other guy. But still, they were truck drivers and two boys kissing might get some unwanted attention. I was already getting enough attention all by myself anyway.
It probably shouldn't have been surprising how many men were checking me out. A sixteen year old beauty queen wearing a cheerleader outfit at a truck stop? It was like I was on the menu or something! I'd been a little self-conscious about it all night, but there wasn't much I could do about it either. I wasn't going to say anything to Mark or Chris. I wasn't the kind of girl that I had to have my boyfriends looking for trouble just because someone was looking at me. Some girls are like that, but they have their own problems. My only real thought was that when we got to New York, I needed to buy some real clothes.
We'd left the truck unlocked, since we weren't really used to locking stuff up, although out at the truck stop that might not have been too smart. But the only thing worth stealing was my book bag, if you were into trigonometry, I mean. That's all we wanted to get out of it, or I wanted to get anyway.
"You're bringing your homework?" Chris grinned at me, since he'd been expecting me to empty it out.
"What?" I shrugged. "I'm bringing everything. It's mine."
"You say so, Steph." Chris just laughed and Mark shrugged.
"Get the KY Jelly out of the glove compartment too," Mark told me and I looked over my shoulder at him.
"You keep that stuff in your truck?" I giggled.
"Well, I got some in my locker too." Mark grinned at Chris. "I guess they'll find that though."
"People are gonna wonder when they see that," Chris giggled and I blinked as I realized they were telling me they'd fucked at school, maybe, but I had other things on my mind.
"What do you mean?" I asked, since I obviously hadn't thought of everything.
"They're gonna open our lockers, Steph," Chris nodded.
"Shoot." I frowned, thinking of my birth control pills and my boyfriends probably figured that out, since they didn't say anything more. Neither did I, but it was true, people were going to be finding out a lot of things about us.
I put the stuff we'd bought inside my book bag and handed it to Mark. He complained a little, but he carried it for me. Mark had been carrying my books for over a year, so he was used to it anyway.
"That bus should be coming pretty soon." Mark looked at his watch and I looked at mine too, little Minnie Mouse with both arms pointing straight up. It was pretty much midnight.
"You know, even if we're not in trouble?" I said, leaning against the truck. "It's still pretty fun running away with you guys."
"You're not scared?" Chris stared at me and I laughed.
"Well, yeah, sorta," I admitted with a smile. "Sad too, sure, but I don't know…It's romantic."
"Romantic?" Mark shook his head.
"It makes my heart go thump." I bumped my hip against Mark, since I was between the two boys as we stood there.
"It is pretty cool," Chris agreed with me.
"You guys are weird." Mark looked at us like we were crazy.
"What? You don't feel excited?" I looked up at him. "You're stealing me away in the middle of the night. Come on, that is seriously romantic."
"Stealing you away?" Mark laughed and rolled his eyes. "I wanted to take you home, remember?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't very hard to make you let me come along," I teased him, but it was kinda true.
"When was the last time I ever talked you out of anything?" Mark asked.
"Besides my clothes?" I giggled.
"Yeah, besides that." Mark looked at Chris. "You know what I mean, you can't say no to her…"
"It's impossible, yeah," Chris agreed.
"Everything we do it's always what Stephy wants." Mark was grinning. "Her good girl rules and all that. Where we go and what we do…"
"Yeah," Chris was grinning too. "I tried to talk her out of having sex at lunch, but she made me do it."
"What?" I gasped, now it was getting thick.
"She violated you?" Mark nodded sympathetically.
"Oh yeah!" Chris giggled. "She didn't even ask me if I wanted to or not, she just…Did it."
"I've been putting up with that since she was fifteen, dude." Mark clucked his tongue. "Before that even."
"You guys are such liars!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I do everything you guys want to do all the time. And so what if I have rules? If it wasn't for me…"
"Bus is here," Chris said.
"We better go, I guess," Mark nodded.
"Wait! I'm not done talking!" I stared at the two boys as they started walking away.
"Are you coming, Steph?" Mark looked over his shoulder with a big grin.
"Was she saying something?" Chris asked, really rubbing it in.
"It's a long ride, you guys!" I warned them. "And you guys are in so much trouble. Wait for me! Hey!"
"See?" Mark laughed. "She's always telling us what to do."
"Homecoming Queens are like that, I think." Chris shrugged.
"Beauty Queens, for sure," Mark agreed.
"You guys better stop!" I kind of hopped up between them, putting my arms around their necks. I felt like a little kid on my way to grandma's house for Christmas. It was strange how excited I was feeling.
"Ohhh…Hey…" Chris smiled at me as I let them go, forcing myself between them as we walked. "We love you anyway, Steph."
"I know," I giggled. "I hope that bus is big."
"It looked pretty big." Mark looked down at me. "Why?"
"Oh…" I shrugged. "No reason."
"Right!" Chris giggled. "I've heard that before."
"You know me too good now, huh?" I stuck my tongue out and it was almost true. "I've never made love on a bus."
"But you always wanted to, huh?" Chris rolled his eyes at Mark.
"She's insatiable, dude," Mark sighed and maybe I was, but so were they.--------------------------------------------------------
"Chris…" I gave him a smile, a shy one and bit my bottom lip, "…come over here."
I was sitting on one side of the bus, kind of towards the back, while Mark and Chris sat on the opposite side directly across from me. It wasn't very crowded and the other passengers were all sitting ahead of us, out of sight because those bus seats had really high backs, and they reclined, which was seriously cool. They even had little reading spotlights and air conditioning vents. I'd never been on a bus before, or a big boat, or an airplane. Nothing but cars and trucks, and so this was pretty fun.
Chris and Mark had their seats all the way back, and I'd done the same thing with both of my seats, since they came in pairs. I wished they'd come in threes, but that would have been pretty cramped, I guessed. So they were sitting together and looking at me and I really wanted Chris to sit with me.
"Hold on…Ummm…Just a bit, okay?" Chris whispered, cause that bus was dark and it wasn't really quiet, but not noisy either as it rolled down the highway.
"Yeah," I nodded and I turned in my seat, leaning against the window and I spread my legs a little.
Mark and Chris were making out, and had been for about ten minutes, and I was seriously horny. It wasn't really fair of me to break them up either, I knew that, and they were right to make me wait my turn. Still, it was tough watching as Mark leaned over Chris, after giving me a smile, and pressed his mouth to our boyfriend's lips. Mark was rubbing Chrissy's cock too, through his jeans, massaging that bulge while his tongue went deep into Chris' mouth.
I took my panties off, kind of because I wanted my two boyfriends to see me like that, all pink and wet and ready for them, but also because I was going to Jill off nice if nothing else, and I didn't need to get my brand new panties dirty right away. I rubbed my pussy slowly and it wasn't bad, watching those two boys kiss, and in public too, except nobody was near us, nobody could see what was going on back there, but it was still public and that was hot for me. I was playing with my pussy on a bus, while my boyfriend's made out!
I stroked my little clitoris with my fingertips, like she was a baby kitten and I could feel that bit of flesh tingling and getting harder. I played with my breasts, just rubbing my tits through my cheerleading top, as I'd taken my sweater off already. That top didn't hide my nipples at all, not when they were screaming hard like they were then. I was squeezing my tits roughly, one and then the other while I rubbed my clit and that was warming me up good.
Mark had slid his hand inside Chrissy's t-shirt and he was playing with the other boy's chest while they kissed. I could see Mark's arm moving and he must have been rubbing Chrissy's nipples nice, maybe pinching them too, definitely thumbing them hard, because Mark loved doing that to me. He was making out with Chris just like he would have with me, and I wasn't jealous, I was just really hungry for it right then.
The excitement of running away, the romance, and I hadn't been lying about that, it was like pushing a happy button down in my tummy. My sex button, which was a big one anyway and always getting pushed by something. I pinched my clit gently, like I was testing it, seeing how sensitive she really was, and I gave a soft gasp because my clit was definitely getting there. I flicked it a couple times, hard with my finger just to punish myself for being greedy, and then I moved my fingers down to my pussy lips.
Across from me, Chris had opened Mark's pants, which made me really happy. I stared as that large, excited cock filled both of Chrissy's hands. They moved a little, so that the two boys were more side by side, instead of Mark on top, and Chris was stroking his boyfriend slowly. His hands moved up and down the shaft, the top one going over the smooth head which glistened with precum, and then sliding down to get the shaft nice and wet. Mark was holding Chrissy's head, their faces turned at angles and sometimes their mouths were tightly sealed, so that all I could see were the tendons and jaw muscles working. Other times they would pull apart, just a fraction and breathe and then I could see their tongues, writhing against each other, over and under and around. Chris would suck Mark's lips, bit and nibble at the bigger boy's mouth, and then Mark would push his tongue inside Chris, starting it all over again.
I was really playing with my pussy then. My cunt lips were thick and juicy and they had only a little feeling in them, so it felt good to really pinch and pull them hard, working my labia against each other and enjoying the sensations it brought. My tummy was tumbling and my pussy quivered inside, collapsing inward on itself like it was looking for something long and hard to hold onto. A nice big cock to fuck me, hmmmm…and my finger was a poor substitute as I pushed into my sexy hole. I fucked myself slowly, using my thumb on my clit and hunching my ass off the seat a little while I watched my boyfriends.
Mark wanted Chris to suck him and the blonde boy didn't mind at all. He was hungry for Mark's cock, just like I was, and there was enough room in those seats that he could get on his knees, on the floor of the bus and lean over to kiss the head of Mark's swollen prick. Chris was good at it too, he'd had a lot of practice sucking our boyfriend off and his mouth was a lot bigger than mine. He took the head easily, although it did stretch Chrissy's bruised lips more than a little, and Mark moaned softly with pleasure.
I kept my legs wide, even though I was getting to the point where it would have been nice to close my thighs against my hand. I was going to cum pretty soon, but Mark was watching me now and I had the reading light turned on, just like theirs, so it was like I had a little white spotlight right on my cunt just for him. He could see how pink I was inside. My lips were darker, but I pulled my labia apart, showing Mark everything, letting him see how much my pussy looked like a flower, with a dark little tunnel leading all the way up to my womb. I was using both hands for that and then I pushed both of my index fingers together into my pussy, fucking myself hard with them side by side and that was new, but it felt so good it was going to bring me off quick.
Chris was taking more of Mark's cock now, which was really wet and slippery, with saliva and precum running down the long straight shaft. He could take half of Mark, maybe a little more and Chris was pumping what he couldn't with his right hand while the left played with Mark's big cum filled balls. I could hear the wet lip smacking sounds, the soft slurps and swallows Chris was making. It seemed loud to me, but I don't think anyone else could hear it. Chris wasn't going to stop anyway and Mark wasn't going to let him. He was holding Chrissy to his cock with a hand on the back of the boy's head, his fingers playing in Chrissy's silky hair. Mark was going to cum soon as well and he was already lifting his butt a little, trying to get as much of his cock into his boyfriend's hot wet mouth as Chris could handle.
I wanted us to cum together and I was trying to hold off, but it felt so good working my fingers in and out of my pussy. I could feel the buttery walls of my cunt clinging to me, sucking and trying to keep my fingers inside. My clit was on fire and swollen as big as it ever got, which wasn't very big at all, but enough for me to play with between my two thumbs while I wriggled my fingertips around in my pussy. It was a weird, fun way to masturbate and I was enjoying it, but it was going to set me off any second and I wanted to cum when Mark did. I was trying to hold back, my heart going fast, my tummy doing somersaults, and my head just spinning with all those good feelings.
"Here…Oh fuck…" Mark groaned and he was holding Chrissy's head with both hands, bending over the boy a little as he started cumming.
That was it for me and my patience was well rewarded as my orgasm just let itself go suddenly. I had to fight to keep my mouth shut or I was going to scream. I shoved my fingers as far into my spasming cunt as I could and it was like sticking my hands into one of my mom's runny cherry pies straight from the oven. I was so hot inside, and wet, God! You wouldn't believe how wet I suddenly was, like I was peeing myself, except it was all girl goo, sex juice meant to make it easier for a big fat cock to reach my womb. I was cumming hard and I forced myself to keep my eyes open somehow, to watch as Chris was swallowing down as much of Mark's sperm as he could. It overflowed his mouth easily, running pale and wet across Chrissy's fingers as he milked his boyfriend's balls for as much of Mark's cum as he could get.
It was crazy sexy and I licked my lips, wishing I could taste it. Mark's hot salty sperm was always so good and thick, and it was hard to remember that I hadn't always liked it. I'd been such a little girl once! I was breathing hard, panting for air and massaging my cunt more than fucking it really, watching as Chris kept working Mark's cock, coaxing more semen out of him until he finally lifted his mouth away.
Chris was red faced and sweating, and he moved quickly from the floor near Mark over to me. He pressed his body against mine as I half lay there, slumped way down by now, with just my shoulders and head against the wall of the bus. Chris put his mouth on mine and I opened for him eagerly. I was ready to cum again when Chrissy's tongue pushed a big mouthful of Mark's sperm into my mouth and we kissed for a half a minute like that, working Mark's orgasm back and forth between us. The only reason we stopped was because Chris really needed air and we both swallowed happily what we had in our mouths.
I was reaching beneath Chris then, opening his jeans, awkwardly and desperate to free his cock. I needed him inside me and Chris lifted himself to give me room while he drew fresh air into his lungs. His cock sprang free, hard and long and ready, and it was just so easy. I was already there and eager and he was between my legs, his cockhead finding my pussy with no trouble at all, just a few pokes and then he had my hole. Chris shoved himself all the way inside me with one hard thrust that made me cry out, probably too loudly, but I couldn't help it. He was inside me all the way, stretching my pussy sweetly and I came immediately. I was having my second orgasm and Chris was kissing me again.
He fucked me hard and fast, not wasting any time, and all I could do was hold onto the boy, lifting my ass off the seats to meet his cock as it plunged into my cum filled cunt over and over. The wetness was spilling out of me like a flood, running down over my puckered and still sore asshole, and staining my skirt and the seat beneath me, but I didn't care. I was getting the fuck I needed and sucking Chrissy's spermy tongue, and Mark was watching us, basking in the afterglow of a really good blowjob.
When Chris started cumming, his cock swelling even larger as he strained to get inside me as far as he could, I was kissing him. My eyes were open and my womb was being filled with sperm, and I was looking at Mark and kissing Chris, and…I was in love. I didn't know if running away was right or wrong, but I knew this was good. It was right, being with those two boys, both of them. Fate had brought us together and I was convinced that fate would protect us. I couldn't express that and I didn't understand it, but I believed it.
"Stay inside me for awhile," I breathed, fumbling around blindly for the light switch.
"Yeah, whatever you want, Steph." Chris smiled at me. Mark had turned off his light and he was leaning back, watching us in the dark as our light went off too.
Chris was still inside me when I fell asleep, dreaming of an uncertain future in a city far away.