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 Summer Roadtrip by Jefferson Copyright (C) 2003 by Jefferson This story is
a work of fiction.  All events and persons, living and dead, are fictional.
Any resemblence to an actual person or event is purely coincidental.  This
story was edited by "Consonant Smile" with my deepest and eternal
gratitude.

   Chapter 2 - Day 2 Sunday Northern Florida To Daytona Beach When I woke
up the next morning, Erin was still asleep.  I sat at the table and stared
at her for a while.  She had no clothes other than those on her back and
she had chosen to sleep in them.  Her top, which she'd been wearing for
almost two full days, was beginning to show the wear.  She had two stains
on it.  One from steak sauce last night, the other a chocolate stain from a
melted candy bar the trucker had given her.  The elastic at the top and
bottom was stretching and loose.  As she rolled around in the night, one
side had come down enough to expose the tops of her small breasts and the
valley between them.  Her cut-offs were unbuttoned and unzipped and with
the sheets kicked off I could see the top of her pink panties.  After about
ten minutes of gawking at the sleeping angel, I went back, cleaned up and
changed clothes.  While I was there I grabbed a large T-shirt and took it
with me.  When I came back out she was lying in bed but her eyes were open.
"Good morning" I said and tossed the shirt at her.  "This should be more
comfortable than that top you've got on." She grabbed the shirt, sat up in
bed, turned a little away from me and without a thought, stripped off the
halter and slid into the shirt.  I got a quick look at one of her small
tits.  It was no bigger than a golf ball by my estimation.  I did my best
to look away before I got caught.  I went about toasting some bread as she
got up, fastened her cut-offs and jumped down from the bed.  "You want
breakfast?" I asked as she sat down at the table.  "No thanks.  I could go
for some coffee though.  You got any?" "Only instant," I said.  I
remembered that my mother had put a jar in the cabinet even though I rarely
drank the stuff.  "If you want it, it's in the pantry over there," I said
and pointed to the pantry.  She got up and went over to the pantry and took
out the can.  "This will be fine, anything in a crunch," she said with a
smile.  She found a mug, filled it with water and put the mug into the
microwave.  When it beeped she pulled it out and stuck a coffee bag into
the jar and returned to her seat.  Meanwhile I got four pieces of buttered
toast and a cup of orange juice and sat down across from her.  "Sleep
well?" I asked.  "Yes thank you," she smiled.  "Did you get a good look?"
she asked.  She must have seen the confusion in my face.  "At my tits, when
I changed?" I was stumped for something to say.  I sat there just looking
at my toast, at anything besides her.  "Don't worry about it.  If I minded
you looking, I wouldn't have done it in front of you." I looked up at her.
She was smiling.  Then she started laughing.  "You..." (Laughter) "You
should see..." (More Laughter) "How red your face is!" (Even More Laughter)
When she finally calmed down and managed to stop laughing she looked at me.
"I'm sorry, it's just I've never made a guy blush.  They've made me blush.
But I've never done it to a guy.  It's cute." I rolled my eyes.  "Cute. 
Thanks," I said sarcastically.  "Grumpy in the mornings are we?" she said.
"Think of it as my way of saying thank you for not trying anything last
night." I just shook my head and went back to eating.  She did most of the
talking from then on.  She made small talk and finally told me her age.  I
told her mine; we were both eighteen or that's what she claimed.  She told
me a little about her family, a little about her now ex-boyfriend and the
reasons she was headed for Daytona Beach.  After breakfast, I went out and
unplugged the RV from the water, electric and cable TV while she cleaned up
in the back.  Before she was finished, we were back on the road.  When she
came up to the cab, she brought a soda for herself and one for me and sat
down in the passengers seat.  The shirt I had given her covered her almost
to the knees and accentuated her small breasts.  I could see her nipples
beneath the white shirt and did my best to keep my eyes on the road.  She
made it even harder when she put her bare feet up on the dashboard.  The
shirt slipped up over her thighs, almost to her hips and it was all bare.
At some point, while she was in the back she had removed her cut-offs.  The
thought occurred to me that she was sitting next to me with nothing on but
the t-shirt and her pink panties.  Then another possibility occurred to me.
Did she have panties on?  It wasn't easy keeping my eyes on the road and
not on her skinny legs and shapely thighs.  I was almost sure she knew I
was fighting not to stare, but this time, she chose not to mention that or
the fact that she had no pants on.  We didn't stop for lunch; instead, we
drove through trying to get to Daytona faster.  She went in the back and
fixed us each a sandwich and brought one to me.  She offered to drive but I
told her I loved driving and she probably wouldn't be driving while with
me. She just shrugged and said okay.  When we arrived at Daytona we found a
campsite and pulled in.  I plugged us in as usual while she opened the
windows to air the place out.  When I came back she asked if I would mind
if she took a shower.  I said, "no" and told her I'd be outside until she
was done.  "You don't have to leave," she said.  I wasn't sure where she
was going with this.  She must have known by then that there wasn't enough
room in the small shower stall to undress, she must have known there was
only a frosted glass door keeping the shower area from view.  I stumbled
for words.  She didn't.  She didn't say anything.  She just stood up and
headed back stripping off my shirt as she went.  I swallowed hard.  Without
the shirt, she was naked.  I could see her bare back and ass.  She had
removed her panties at some point.  I wondered when.  She hooked the
T-shirt on to the hook on the outside of the shower and tossed a towel over
the glass door itself.  She opened the glass door that blocked my view of
her body as she turned the water on and adjusted the hot and cold.  Once it
was right, she stepped inside and closed the door.  I finally let out the
air I had been holding since she took off the shirt.  I relaxed and almost
collapsed on the table.  While she showered I drank my soda and looked
through the literature the maps I had picked up at the office when I signed
us in.  I heard the shower water turn off and watched the towel disappear
behind the frosted glass door.  A minute later she reached out and grabbed
the shirt.  The door opened, she stepped out, the door closed and I watched
her walk into the bedroom.  She had not put on the shirt and the towel was
wrapped around her hair.  She had my shirt in her hand.  She stepped into
the master bedroom and vanished from my sight.  Hidden by the walls.  I
went back to reading, constantly looking up to see if she re-appeared.  She
didn't, instead a few minutes later she called out.  "Jason, could you
bring me my bag off my bed?  My hair brush is in there." I nodded, got up
and grabbed the bag.  "Yeah," I said as I headed for my bedroom.  Wondering
what state of dress she would be in.  When I got there, I found her to be
dressed in the shirt with her wet hair hanging down behind her.  Her body
was still wet enough so the light white T-shirt stuck to her body and I
could plainly make out her tits.  I handed her the bag, trying to look in
her eyes.  She smiled at me.  "I don't mind if you look," she said as she
turned to the full-length mirror on the closet door, pulled a hairbrush
from the bag and started brushing her hair.  I could see a devilish smile
on her face in the mirror.  I guessed mine was turning a nice pink color
again.  "Can I ask you a question?" I said finally fed up with her teasing.
"Why are you doing this?" "Doing what?" She turned to me and looked up at
me innocently.  "You say you want me to behave, but seem to be doing
everything you can to..." "Interest you?" she said with a smile.  "Okay
yeah," I said slightly frustrated.  "I was thinking more along the line of
tease, but interest works." I leaned a shoulder against the doorframe and
crossed my arms.  "I never said I wanted you to behave," she said as she
turned back to the mirror and started brushing again.  "I just asked what
you wanted from me," she said correcting me.  "Honestly, I've been waiting
for you to kiss me all day." She didn't look at me; she just kept brushing.
"You're a nice guy.  I like nice guys.  If you asked nicely enough, I'd
take my shirt off, lay down and have sex with you right here, right now.  I
just didn't want you to force me to do something." She just kept brushing.
I nodded and without a word, turned and left the room.  I could feel her
eyes on me as I did.  Turnabout is fair play.  I sat at the table with a
smile and started looking through the maps and literature about Daytona
again.  When she came out five minutes later she still had the wet T-shirt
on and had the bag in her hand.  "Where were you going to stay down here?"
I asked as I watched her toss the bag up on the bed.  "My boyfriend made
reservations at some hotel.  I imagine he's there right now hitting on some
blond out on the beach," she said.  "So you have no place to stay now?" I
asked.  I guess it came out rather ominous.  "If you kick me out...  no,"
she said staring at me.  I laughed and shook my head.  "It wasn't a threat,
it was a question.  I'm not going to kick you out.  Not as long as you keep
dressing like that anyway." She came over and sat down across from me. 
"Well that's nice to know," she said.  "I really do appreciate you taking
me in like this Jason." I was not sure, but I think that was the first time
she ever used my name.  It's the first time I remembered it.  For some
reason it aroused me.  I looked up at her.  She was staring at me; I stared
back and wanted to dive into those big green eyes.  "Damn you're
beautiful." I don't even remember thinking it much less meaning to say it.
But I heard it come out of my mouth, in my voice.  "Thank you," she said
shyly.  She blushed a little and turned away.  The moment was over.  I
turned back to my maps and such and she looked anywhere but at me.  "What
are you going to do today?" "I have some friends who are down here.  I was
thinking of making contact with them and going and hanging out with them."
"Sounds like fun.  Why aren't you doing it?" She asked.  "Well, first, I'm
not sure I want to and second, what do I do with you while I'm gone?  I'd
have to take the RV and..." "And you or your friends wouldn't want me along
right?" she finished the sentence.  "Something like that, yeah, but that's
only the secondary reason.  I don't want to drop you somewhere and leave
you.  I want to spend time with you, not them," I said.  She was smiling.
She was flattered.  "What do you want to do with me?" She asked with a
touch of sexual tension.  I didn't answer.  I just sat there and looked at
the maps.  "Take me to bed already would you please, or at least kiss me?"
she asked as she came over to me.  She sat down on the bench next to me.  I
turned to look at her.  My hand went to the side of her neck and pulled her
to me.  Our lips met.  Her lips were so soft and warm.  My mind was blown.
It was a long but very soft kiss.  I didn't want it to end and I don't
think she did either.  When we finally pulled away, her eyes stayed closed
and I came back quickly and kissed her again.  This time the kiss was a
little harder.  She slid closer to me and pressed her body against mine. 
My one hand stayed on the side of her neck, allowing me to hold her lips to
mine.  My other hand rested on her bare knee and slowly began rubbing her
knee and thigh.  Both of her arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled me
closer.  I felt her tongue touch my lips.  Our mouths opened and her tongue
darted into my mouth.  My tongue touched hers and a shock went through my
body.  The bulge in my jeans grew and solidified.  The kiss was incredible.
Our tongues played tag with each other and invaded each other's mouths. 
Our bodies pressed closer and closer.  By the time it was over I could feel
her small breasts against my chest.  When it did break up she was up off
the bench like a shot.  "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said or done that." I
wanted to say something but everything that came to mind seemed stupid and
or corny.  So I stayed quiet for the moment.  She never turned to look at
me.  She grabbed her bag and ran to the bedroom.  I sat there wondering
what the hell to do next.  It was a half hour before I finally got up and
went to the bedroom to check on her.  I knocked but got no answer.  I
carefully opened the door a bit and peeked inside.  There she was, under
the covers fast asleep on the bed.  I opened the door some more and stepped
inside.  I inspected her.  I could see her feet under the blankets.  My
eyes moved up her legs, over her butt, up her back to her exposed shoulder
and then to her hair and face.  It took a minute for what I'd seen to sink
in.  Her shoulders were exposed, she was lying on her side and her shoulder
and arm were both bare.  She was naked; she had removed the shirt.  I
wondered if she had put her panties or the halter-top back on.  I was just
turning around to leave when her eyes popped open.  "Don't leave.  Hold me.
Please?" I turned back, looked at her and I couldn't stop myself.  I moved
to the other side of the bed, stripped off my shirt and started to climb in
under the sheets.  I had peeked when I lifted the covers and seen very
clearly that she did not have the halter top on or her panties.  I could
see bare ass and bare back.  The bulge in my jeans began to grow again. 
"Jeans too, please," she said.  Her voice sounded like she was about to
cry. I stopped, stepped back, undid and dropped my jeans.  She never turned
around to look, thank goodness.  Now dressed in nothing but my underwear I
climbed into the bed and scooted over to her.  "Erin?" I asked cautiously.
"Hold me," was all she said.  I got closer, she slid backwards and our
bodies met.  I curled another pillow up under my head as I lay down.  My
chest and stomach pressed against her back.  My erection pressed against
her bottom.  I positioned my legs forward so that her feet were right
beside mine.  She lifted her head so that I could slide one arm beneath her
neck.  I wrapped my other arm around her belly and pulled her even closer.
She was so warm and so soft.  She curled the pillow under her head and her
eyes closed.  I couldn't get over how soft her skin was, how warm she was
and how good it felt.  Without warning, I fell asleep, still curled up with
her, as she would put it, "like a pair of spoons in a drawer".  When I woke
up it was already dark.  I could feel her next to me.  But it was not like
we had been when I fell asleep.  I was now on my back with my arm under her
body, and with her head on my chest.  I could feel one of her nipples,
obviously erect, pressing into my ribs.  One of her legs was intertwined
with mine.  I could feel the warmth coming from her private parts against
my thigh and was instantly hard again.  The RV was dark.  There were no
street lights outside and the traffic was far enough away that no light
came in.  I couldn't even see her head in front of me.  I moved my hand and
ran my fingers through her hair.  "About time you woke up," she said, very
quietly.  I could feel her head move as she turned to look up at me.  "How
long have you been awake?" I asked.  "Not long.  I was enjoying being with
you," she said and softly and kissed my chest.  "What time is it?" I asked
trying to get my bearings.  "The sun is down.  For this time of year, that
means it's at least eight or eight thirty, maybe nine.  I don't know; I
don't have a watch and you don't have an alarm." "I'm on vacation.  I don't
do alarms on vacation.  I go to bed when I want and wake up when I want," I
said and moved my arm from her hair.  Using my free hand I pressed the
button on my watch and looked at the time on the illuminated face.  "It's
after midnight." "Really?  Damn we slept...  almost seven hours," she said,
rather surprised.  "Yeah and now I'll never get back to sleep.  Be up all
night," I said, perfectly innocently.  I really wasn't hinting at anything.
She didn't take it that way though.  She rolled on top of me.  I could feel
her soft tits pressed between us and could feel her heat pressing against
my erection.  She was light as a feather though.  "Well, since I got you to
lay down, I caused you to sleep.  I suppose that means it is my
responsibility to either make you tired again or to entertain you." She
kissed the middle of my chest.  With a leg and arm on either side of me,
she got on all fours and started making her way down my body, kissing a
line right down to my briefs.  All I could do was run my fingers through
her hair.  I felt her finger slide into my briefs but couldn't get it
through my brain what was about to happen.  She carefully pulled my briefs
down and took my solid erection in her hand.  My whole body jerked from her
touch.  She kissed the tip, licked it, and starting at the base, ran her
tongue up the underside of my erection.  I was about to cum right there. 
"Erin, stop!" I pushed her away, pulled up my briefs and slipped away from
her and out of the bed.  It was still dark; I couldn't even see my nose in
front of my face.  I sure couldn't walk.  I just stood at the edge of the
bed.  "What's wrong?  Don't you like me?" She asked.  I wanted to tell her
right there.  But I didn't.  "Yes I like you.  I...  I just think we should
go a little slower." I slumped down and sat on the edge of the bed.  "Okay.
Do you want to get back in bed with me?  Or should I go to my own bed?" she
asked.  I could hear the sadness in her voice.  I did not have to see her
face.  It was enough to make me want to cry.  "No, Just give me a minute
and I'll come back." She didn't say anything.  I felt her move on the bed
and thought for a second she was going to get up.  After a few minutes
alone with my thoughts and my hormones, I finally managed to get some
self-control back.  I lay back down and felt for her in the dark.  I found
her arm and slid over towards her.  When my chest was against her arm I
looked down at where I thought her face would be.  "I'm sorry.  I..." I
didn't finish the sentence.  Something touched my toe.  Then kissed it. 
Then I felt a mouth wrap around my big toe.  It was strangely erotic.  My
erection returned instantly.  I wondered what had happened though.  So as
she continued to suck my toe I worked my hand up, what I thought had been
her arm.  I moved my hand up, and instead of finding a shoulder, I found a
foot.  I felt her tongue work it's way around my toe then she pulled away.
A second later she took the next toe, kissed it and then started sucking
it. I wasn't sure what to do so I followed her lead.  I found her big toe,
kissed it, licked it a little and then sucked it into my mouth.  At first I
almost gagged from the taste but I just kept thinking about how good it
felt to me and wanted it to feel that good to her.  So I forced it down and
kept going.  Mutual Toe Sucking!  It was incredible.  My hand ran up and
down her long legs coming very close to that secret place between her hips.
Her hand ran up and down my leg and even swept against my hard-on a couple
times.  After we had each sucked five toes she turned her body around the
right way.  This time I made sure it was her arm.  I ran my hand up over
her soft skin and found her shoulder.  She then took my hand in hers and
guided it to her small breast.  I had touched a girl's breast before, a few
times without clothes, but this was different.  This girl was in bed with
me totally naked wanting me to touch her.  There was no danger of parents
coming in.  She wanted me to take her.  This was any guys dream.  I fondled
her breast for a few minutes.  "You could kiss me while you do that!" she
said jokingly, so I kissed her.  As we kissed she softly, gently, slowly
gave my hand a guided tour of her body.  It went over each breast, down her
belly to her pierced naval and finally down to the mat of hair at her hips.
The pubic hair was short and trim and spread from the center of her mound
running in a thin strip.  I wondered if she shaved it or if it just grew
that way.  While I was wondering she was pushing my hand down between her
legs.  When my fingers touched her moist hot pussy lips, she moaned into my
open mouth.  She used her hand to show me how and where to rub.  Then
without warning she broke off the kiss.  She then used one hand to spread
her pussy lips and used the other to push one of my fingers inside.  I was
now in regions of the female anatomy that I had never explored.  "You feel
that little flap hanging down?" I searched for it for a second then found
it.  "Yeah.  This one?" I asked as I rubbed it.  She giggled.  "Yeah that's
it.  That's my clitoris or clit.  Rub it, don't tickle it.  As you rub it,
push your finger inside my cunt and finger fuck me." I didn't question her.
I just did it.  I could feel her writhing beneath my touch, I could hear
her moans and I could feel her hips arch up to meet every thrust.  A few
minutes later she told me to put another finger inside and then yet
another. She was moaning and groaning and moving spastically beneath my
hand.  Her breathing got heavy and she took quick, short breaths between
moans, telling me how good I was at this.  I wondered if she had figured
out my secret.  I was about to ask her when she grabbed my neck and pulled
me down.  Our lips met, my fingers moved feverishly inside her and she...
well...  moaned loudly, at least that is how I would have described it. 
She claimed it was a scream that was muffled by our kiss.  Anyway, when she
stopped screaming and moaning, she told me to stop rubbing.  I did.  I had
been laying on my side.  She then pushed me down onto my back and cuddled
up beside me so that she was now on her side.  "Now, it's my turn," she
said.  I won't go into detail about what happened.  I'm not sure I can, I
don't remember a lot of it.  But when it was over, we were covered in sweat
and semen and my briefs were off, but I was still a virgin...  technically.
"When did you figure It out?" I asked her afterwards.  "That this was your
first time?" She asked.  "Your jumping out of bed was one of many hints
that led me to the conclusion.  I was never sure I was right until just
now." "I should have told you...  but..." "It's okay Jason.  I'll teach
you," she stated frankly then rolled over and asked me to hold her again. I
did.  We slept that way until about 7am, with my erection firmly against
her ass.