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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 7 - DAY 7 Friday Alabama As soon as I woke up the next
morning I looked for Missy.  I found her sitting at the table.  "Good
morning.  There's some toast over there for you.  I imagine it's cold by
now though," she said with a smile.  The sun was up outside and she was
dressed in a short white dress but her hair was wet.  "What time is it?"
"Just after ten in the morning," she said.  "Why are you wet?" I asked as I
sat up and tried to figure out what happened.  "I just got out of the
shower.  What's wrong?" She asked noticing the confusion on my face. 
"Nothing.  Just couldn't remember how I got here," I said as I tried to
shake the cobwebs from my brain.  "We both fell asleep watching TV." "Yeah,
I remember now.  I need orange juice." I stood up and headed for the
refrigerator.  "Did you enjoy yourself last night after I fell asleep?" She
asked with a smile on her face.  "What do you mean?" I asked as I poured a
glass of OJ.  "I fell asleep naked as a jay bird last night.  Laying on
your lap.  I know I rolled onto my back once I was asleep.  I always do. 
Didn't you...  Well, you know?" I sat down across from her and took a sip
of juice.  "That would break the rules," I said with a smile.  "Only if I
minded.  Which I didn't." "Well then it doesn't really matter whether I did
anything or not does it?" "I didn't ask if you did it, I asked if you
enjoyed it?" she said.  "You don't know that I did anything." "You do!" I
smiled and refused to answer the question.  She took this to mean that I
had done something, but didn't want to admit it.  She was right too.  An
hour later we were back on the road.  She came up and sat in the passengers
seat.  "So what did you do to me last night after I fell asleep?" I
couldn't believe she was going to bring that up again.  "Nothing Missy."
"Bullshit," she said.  "What did you do?  I won't be mad.  Hell, that's why
I laid there naked.  I was hoping you'd get turned on and start something.
Maybe ask me to do something." "You're obsessed with sex aren't you?" "No,"
Was the only answer she gave.  "So, what did you do?  Fondle me?  Finger me
a bit maybe?  Who knows, I'm a deep sleeper, you could have eaten me out or
fucked me and I probably wouldn't have woke up." I shook my head.  "So. 
Tell me." I realized she wasn't going to drop this but I had to try. 
"Couldn't we just drop this?" "Not until you tell me the truth and the
whole truth." She emphasized the word, whole.  "Fine, I fondled you a
little.  That's it.  Now are you happy?" "No.  I think you did more.  Come
on, 'Fess up!" The conversation continued like this for quite some time. 
Finally I got fed up and told her to drop it or I would drop her off in the
middle of the next town we came to.  "Fine, I'll drop it, just let me say
one more thing," I growled but she continued.  "I don't know why you are
arguing so much, like I said, I don't care if you did do something!" She
got up out of the seat at this point and went into the back.  I heard the
radio in back come on and could make out her singing along with the radio
every now and then for the rest of the morning but I didn't see or talk to
her.  At lunchtime I pulled into a highway rest stop and went back.  "Good
Afternoon kind sir," she yelled when she saw me.  She was laid out on the
couch.  The dress she'd had on this morning was draped over the back of the
couch and she was completely naked except for a pink lacy bikini.  "What
have you been doing back here?" I asked as I turned the radio down.  That's
when I spotted the bottle in the sink.  I went over and picked it up. 
"Scotch.  Now I know what you've been doing.  You've been getting drunk."
"Yup.  I'm drunk," she yelled as she fought to sit up on the couch.  "I'm
also horny, but I guess you don't give a flying fuck about that one do
you?" She stood up and stumbled towards me.  I set the bottle back in the
sink and turned to catch her.  She stumbled left, then right, then forward
and right into my arms.  "I've tried everything I could think of to get you
in bed," she said as she hung in my arms, looking up at me.  "But you just
won't do anything.  I tried being seductive.  I tried being friendly; I
even forced myself on you!  You enjoyed it but now you won't come back for
seconds.  You're a real little weasel you know that?" she said with a
lopsided smile.  "I'm now insisting on it!" "Insisting on what?" I asked.
"Insisting that you eat me and then fuck me.  I did that much for you.  You
can damn fucking well return the fucking favor, you little fucking weasel!"
I let go of her and she collapsed on the floor.  She managed to catch
herself and got up on her hands and knees.  "Now that wasn't very nice. 
Actually that was quite rude." I moved away from her and went to the
refrigerator.  She stayed on the floor, on her hands and knees as I grabbed
a soda and sat at the table.  "Now you listen to me, you little weasel..."
She started waving her finger at me and started to crawl towards me.  "No,"
I interrupted.  "You listen to me you drunken little slut." Her mouth
dropped open and she plopped her ass down on the floor.  "First, do you
have anymore alcohol?" "That's none of your fucking' business.  And don't
you..." "It is my business," I interrupted her again.  "You're in my RV and
I'll be the one to get the ticket.  If you want to drink, you will wait
until the RV is stopped or you will be out!  Now do you have anymore scotch
or alcohol of any sort?" "I ain't telling.  Because you called me a bad
name!" she said sticking her nose up in the air and stubbornly crossing her
arms across her bare chest.  "Fine," I said.  I then stood up and went over
to her bag.  I unzipped the suitcase and started to open it.  "What the
hell are you doing?" she yelled as she tried to stand up to come stop me.
"That's my stuff!" I turned to face her.  "You're in my RV.  If you've got
alcohol in here and if you start drinking it while I'm driving and if I get
pulled over and when they find an open container, I will be arrested and
the RV will be impounded.  Is that what you want?" She realized she
couldn't stand up so she crawled towards me.  She got to me, pulled herself
up using my body and clothes.  Once up on her knees she looked up at me
with big eyes.  "Please don't be mad at me," she begged.  Then fell back to
the floor laughing.  I turned and went through her suitcase.  Before I was
finished I found two more bottles of scotch and a bottle of cheap wine. 
She was still laid out on the floor when I turned back around with the
bottles in hand.  She was on her back, her eyes shut, her arms and legs
thrown out into a spread eagle position.  I had to laugh at it.  I stepped
over her and took the booze to the sink and one at a time, poured them out.
I would have kept them, but had no way to hide them and no way to lock them
up from her.  At first I thought she had passed out, because even as the
first two bottles emptied she hadn't moved.  "Don't dump out my scotch...
Please?" She turned her head and opened her eyes to look at me.  "I'll be a
good girl.  I won't drink it without your permission.  Please Jason?  I
promise." The only bottle still full was the last bottle of scotch.  I
threw away the two empties and picked it up.  "It stays with me.  If you
even touch it without my permission," I moved closer to her as I spoke. 
Still holding the bottle.  "I will pour it out and then kick you out. 
Understood?" She nodded.  "Good, now get off the floor." I took the bottle,
wrapped it in the brown paper bag she had it in and put it away in my
bedroom in the night stand.  She crawled into the bedroom just as I turned
to go back and retrieve her.  Her panties were now missing.  She looked up
at me.  "Now that I'm going to be a good girl, will you fuck me now?" "No"
I said, shaking my head and going over to help her up off the floor.  "Not
as long as you're drunk." I lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of
the bed.  "Good God man!  You won't fuck me when I'm sober, you won't fuck
me when I'm horny, you won't fuck me when I'm drunk.  When the hell will
you fuck me?" I pushed her back on the bed and climbed on top of her.  I
pinned her arms over her head and looked down at her.  "When I feel like
it. Now, I'm going to get up and you're going to get up in this bed and go
to sleep.  Understood?" "Yes sir mister bossy-pants," she hollered.  I got
off of her and arranged her until she was on the pillows.  The whole time
she jabbered about me not fucking her.  For just an instant, I thought it
just might be easier to fuck her and be done with it.  But I didn't.  I
took the bottle out of the drawer where I had just put it and took it with
me.  I got to the bedroom door and turned back to her.  "You can come out
when you're sober." I stepped out and shut the bedroom door.  "Wienie!" she
hollered after me.  That was the last I heard of her for quite sometime.  I
just wasn't in the mood to drive anymore.  So I ate lunch, found the
nearest campsite and got a spot.  I was now getting good at backing the
huge RV into the spot just where I wanted it and could drain the sewage,
hook up the water, the electric and the cable in less than five minutes and
be back inside relaxing.  By this time it had been an hour since I heard
from Missy.  I crept back to the bedroom, quietly opened the door and
peeked in.  Still naked and on top of the covers, she was out cold and
snoring like a hibernating bear.  I closed the door and went back up front.
The afternoon was peaceful.  I spent most of it sitting on the couch
reading one of the many books I had brought along.  It was the classic,
"The Catcher In The Rye".  I had never read it.  I picked out about twenty
such books, bought them, and stored them in the RV intending to read them
all while I was gone.  This was my first real opportunity.  I had gotten
about halfway through the book when she stumbled out of the bedroom, hung
over and naked.  I book marked my page and set down the book.  "How you
feeling?" "Don't scream!" she said very quietly.  "A little hung over huh?"
I said a little louder than I had spoken before.  "You hate me don't you?"
she said as she sat at the table.  "No, I don't hate you.  Want some
coffee?" "Yes, and a bottle of aspirin." I put a pot of coffee on and got
the bottle of aspirin.  I went back to the table, slammed the aspirin down
in front of her and then sat down across from her.  She looked up at me
with this horrible look.  "What the hell did I do to you to make you want
to torture me?" "Oh, you don't remember?" "Remember what?" she asked.  I
believed her; she didn't remember a thing.  "What is the last thing you
remember?" I asked out of curiosity.  She thought for a moment and then
shrugged.  "I guess coming back here, turning on the radio and laying down
on the couch." "What about getting the bottle of scotch?" "I have some
re-collection of that.  What did I do?" "You drank the entire bottle, got
half naked, and then tried to get me to fuck you again." "I don't remember
that.  I swear." "You know, we could both get in trouble for you drinking
while I'm driving.  It's illegal in some states to have an open container
of alcohol in the car while it's in motion." "Are you serious?  Shit.  I'm
sorry, I didn't know that." She seemed sincere.  "I really am sorry Jason.
I wouldn't do anything that would get you in trouble.  Honest.  I'll tell
you what; I have three more bottles in my bag.  You can take them and pour
them out.  Okay?  I really didn't know!" "Two are already gone.  I asked
for them while you were drunk.  You wouldn't tell me so I searched your
bag. Found all three.  Poured two out.  Kept and hid the third." "I hope
the bottle you kept was one of the Seagram's and not the wine." I laughed
and nodded.  "Yeah I saved the scotch." "Oh thank God!  I don't normally do
this, drink like this.  It's just..." She stopped.  "What?" I asked.  "You
wouldn't understand.  Where are we?" "We're still in Alabama.  I didn't
want to drive with you in your former state.  I was afraid you'd do
something stupid and kill yourself, kill me or kill both of us." It was a
small lie, but effective.  I then realized she was still naked.  "Do you
want some clothes?" "I can't stand up to put them on.  So no.  I'm fine,"
she said with a forced smile.  I got up, poured a cup of coffee, gave it to
her, opened the aspirin, and poured three into her hand.  While she was
swallowing the pills I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat back down. 
"Thank you," she said once all three aspirin were gone.  She sat back and
now looked half alive.  "I am so sorry Jason.  I didn't...  I didn't think
I would drink that much.  I didn't think I'd act like that.  I won't..."
Again she stopped.  I didn't push this time.  "I think you should lay back
down," I said.  She looked terrible.  She just nodded and started to lay
down right there on the bench.  "No, no.  Not here.  Come on." I stood up,
pulled her up by her arms and led her back to the bedroom.  I leaned her
against a wall.  "Stay up there." I stood beside her until she had her
balance, I then went and pulled down the covers.  I then literally picked
her up and dropped her into the bed.  Before she even hit the bed her eyes
were closed.  I pulled the covers up over her and sat next to her for a few
minutes rubbing her hair, face and neck.  Within a few minutes she was
asleep again.  I was somewhat relieved that she had apologized and stated,
while mostly sober, that she wouldn't do it again, but I had already
decided, she wasn't getting the bottle back.  Not yet anyway.  I'm not sure
what came over me right then but I had an urge to crawl into bed with her
and hold her.  I'm not sure why, whether it was out of concern or
attraction.  Instead I pulled the covers down just a little exposing her
breasts.  I cupped one in my hand and fondled it until the nipple was hard
then bent down, kissed her forehead, each eye, her nose, her lips, her chin
and finally the breast nipple.  I ran my tongue around it and then sucked
it into my mouth.  My hand reached for the other as I sucked the first. 
Once the other nipple was hard I moved to it.  Kissed it, licked it and
sucked it into my mouth.  I wanted to stop.  I knew what I was doing was
wrong, but I couldn't.  Not now.  I kissed the valley between her breasts,
slid off the edge of the bed and got on my knees, from there, starting just
below her breasts I started kissing a trail down her body.  I pushed the
covers down further and further until I came to the mat of hair at her
hips. I slid my fingers into it.  My erection was hard as steel at this
point and I was in a hormone driven lust.  I moved down along the edge of
the bed until I was just below her hips.  I carefully lifted her left leg
and wrapped it around behind me giving me a good view of her most private
parts.  I leaned forward, used two fingers to spread her cunt lips, then
slowly slid my tongue between them.  I could immediately smell her.  My
erection bulged beneath my sweat pants.  Then I could taste her.  She was
salty and wonderful.  I pushed closer and slid my tongue in more and more.
It took a little getting used to but once I got used to it, it was
fantastic.  My tongue found her clit and I lapped at it like a dog.  Missy
moaned while still sleeping.  I couldn't take it anymore I used my other
hand and spread her cunt lips wide apart and buried my face in her hot
cunt. I licked her and sucked on her clit.  My erection bulged once, then
again, I felt the warmth as I came in my pants.  I didn't stop though. 
Missy's hand slid through my hair, without realizing what it meant I kept
going, sucking on her, licking at her.  I spread her cunt further and
further apart.  Wanting more even as my erection began to grow again. 
Missy's hand moved behind my head and pushed me even closer to her. 
Wanting more.  She was now moaning constantly.  I couldn't stop myself; my
only thought was: more.  I slid my tongue inside her vagina and she
screamed as I once again came in my pants Finally, the frenzy was over.  My
body relaxed, I slid down off the bed and onto the floor.  I laid there
with my eyes closed.  Trying hard to catch my breath.  I didn't know if
Missy was awake for the last part.  I knew her hand was there, just as I
described but when I sat up after catching my breath.  She was asleep.  I
picked up her leg and slid it onto the bed and covered her up again.  I
then got a new pair of briefs and left the bedroom before I did something
more.  Once out of the bedroom, I stripped off the underwear, T-shirt and
sweat pants, washed myself off with a wet paper towel and slid on the new
briefs.  I then went to the bathroom, washed my face with soap and brushed
my teeth.  I hated killing her smell and taste but I knew it would drive me
crazy again if I didn't.  The toothpaste covered up the taste of her and
the soap killed the smell for a while, but within fifteen minutes I could
smell her again.  As expected, just the smell of her got me aroused again.
I lay back down on the couch, drank a soda and forced myself to concentrate
on the book.  I woke up to the sound of dishes knocking together. 
Apparently I had fallen asleep without realizing it.  I lifted the book off
of my face and looked over at her.  She was dressed in a short white
nightgown.  When she bent over I could just see the red panties she had on
beneath.  I wondered for a moment whether I dreamt the whole thing.  I came
to the conclusion I had and sat up.  "What time is it?" She turned to look
at me.  "I didn't know you were awake.  I was fixing dinner for us." "I'm
awake.  Honestly I didn't know I was asleep until I woke up." "I hate it
when that happens.  It's after seven by the way." I stood up and stretched
and realized I was wrong.  It hadn't been a dream.  I was in nothing but my
briefs.  It had happened.  There was no other explanation.  I looked at
her. Then to the bedroom then back to her.  "What's wrong?" She asked. 
"Nothing.  I think...  umm...  I'm going to go put on some clothes." I
almost ran for the bedroom.  "Up to you hungry man," I heard her say as I
got to the bedroom door.  I wondered what she meant by that.  Once in the
bedroom I could smell her again.  Her juices were all over the bed.  My
erection was solid once more.  I plopped down on the bed, in almost the
same spot I had been in earlier.  My brain was going a hundred miles a
minute.  I couldn't think straight.  I rubbed my eyes and face, trying to
wake up and figure all of it out.  "Jace?" I heard her say and turned to
see her in the bedroom door.  "What's wrong?" "Nothing," I said.  Trying to
cover up my erection.  "It's nothing to be ashamed of," she said with a
sincere smile.  She came over and sat next to me.  "It was fantastic,
wonderful.  Best I've ever had.  And so...  vigorous." I looked at her in
shock and horror.  Not that it had happened or that she remembered it. 
Just the way she was so casual about it.  She didn't take any notice of it.
"And that boner is nothing to be ashamed of either.  It serves its
purpose." Again, I experienced shock and horror.  "What?" she asked.  "It's
all perfectly natural.  That's why God made women smell that way.  To turn
men on, so the species would pro-create and continue to thrive.  Duh!" She
gave me this look of "How dumb are you?" stood up and left.  My mind was
reeling.  All of it was real.  It had happened and she was awake for it. 
I'd never get her to shut up about sex now.  I flopped back on the bed and
covered my face with a pillow.  It didn't help.  The pillow smelled like
her.  I threw the pillow across the room and laid there, not sure whether
to laugh or cry.  I lay there on the bed trying to put my life in some kind
of sane order for another fifteen or twenty minutes until Missy came back,
grabbed my hand and dragged me out to eat.  She was now naked.  "Tonight we
are doing something special," She announced as she dragged me to the table.
"We are eating while totally and completely naked to the world." She
stopped just in front of the table.  Looked at me, then down at the briefs
I had on.  "You're going to have to lose those.  Get them off," she said.
She stood there and waited.  "Missy." "No!" she said and held up her hand
to stop me.  "No protests.  Just take them off or don't eat," She stated.
She then waited for me to do as I was told.  I tried to protest a few more
times, but she wouldn't even let me start to speak.  She would just hold up
her hand and cover my mouth just before I started.  I finally gave up and
pulled them down.  My erection shot out and pointed directly at her. 
"Better!  Sit!" I decided not to protest.  I sat down on the bench.  I was
about to turn and face the table but she grabbed my shoulders and knelt
down in front of me.  She took my erection in her hand, kissed it and slid
it into her mouth.  She kept a hold of me the whole time.  Probably to make
sure I didn't try to move.  If I had, I'm sure she would have ripped it
off. She took my erection into her mouth and began to suck while at the
same time rubbing it up and down with her hand.  I could do nothing but sit
there and let her.  Within minutes my hands were in her hair pushing her
further down.  She finally let go and took my entire erection into her
mouth.  I moaned and could feel my orgasm starting.  I warned her but she
didn't stop.  She pushed it further into her mouth and I came, shooting my
wad down her throat.  She swallowed every drop and then sucked and licked
me clean.  She then looked up at me.  "There, that should take care of that
hard-on.  Would have been uncomfortable eating with that thing." She stood
up and went to the counter and brought two plates over.  She set one in
front of me and set the other at her place across the table.  She sat down
and I turned and began to eat.  As she said, the hard-on was gone.  There
wasn't much talking during dinner.  Once we both finished she served each
of us a piece of apple pie she had made at some point and then picked up
the dishes and placed them in the sink.  She didn't wash them.  Instead she
came back to me and held out her hands.  When I took them, she pulled me up
off the bench and led me to the bedroom.  We were both still naked and my
hard-on was returning.  "Get in bed," She ordered.  She let go of my hand,
circled the bed and got in bed beneath the covers.  I soon joined her.  I
was working on automatic pilot it seemed.  I couldn't stop myself, as If I
really wanted to anymore.  Once in bed, she rolled on top of me, kissed me,
took a hold of my new erection and guided it into her tight little pussy.
She moved down on it until it was completely inside her and then stopped.
We kissed and she sat up, allowing the blankets to fall to my legs.  She
was now totally exposed to me.  "I'm yours." She bent down, kissed me, sat
up again and slowly, very, very, slowly began to move up and down on my
erection while moving in slow circles the whole time.  My hands went to her
waist and then to her breasts.  I was inside her for well over thirty
minutes before I felt myself coming.  When I told her I could feel it
building she stopped and allowed it to go back down.  She then took my
erection out, turned her body around so her back was to me and guided it
between her butt cheeks.  My erection, now soaked with our combined juices,
slid easily between her cheeks and into her ass.  She began again.  Moving
very slowly.  Her ass was tight and warm and in less than ten minutes I
felt myself coming again.  This time, she didn't stop me.  I exploded deep
inside her ass.  She then lay down beside me.  "Now, here's how it works.
You ate me; I sucked you.  I fucked you, now you eat me again.  When you're
hard, I'll fuck you again.  It's your turn," she said with a smile.  I
didn't hesitate.  I dove between her legs.  We continued like that for
hours.  We'd fuck, She'd suck; I'd eat.  At one point, I found myself
eating her cunt while my erection was buried in her throat.  She never
complained.  We both screamed as we shared our orgasms.  When she started
sucking me again, I started in on her.  I'm not sure what time It began, I
figure somewhere around eight PM though.  By the time we were both
exhausted and ready to sleep, it was almost three am.  We had both climaxed
way to many times to count.  I had pumped my seed into almost every
available orifice on her body and she had swallowed gallons of my cum. 
When we woke up the next morning we did it all over again.

   Chapter 8 - DAY 8 Saturday Alabama To New Orleans Missy and I both got
up out of bed around noon.  We showered together, had sex one more time in
the shower and then dressed.  I unhooked the RV while she made a small
lunch.  We ate and then started on our drive.  The afternoon passed by
pretty much as expected.  Missy cleaned up after lunch and then joined me
in the cab.  She didn't wear any shoes or socks.  She had on a white
T-shirt and some tight fitting blue jeans.  Missy stayed in the passengers
seat the rest of the day getting up only briefly to get us a soda or some
munchies and maybe to go to the bathroom.  At about two-thirty I pulled
into a highway rest stop to use the bathroom.  It was probably the only
reason I would have stopped.  I knew Missy had gotten out to stretch her
legs but I didn't know exactly where she had gone.  I looked out the cab
window to find her but I couldn't see her.  So I went out the side door and
instantly spotted her close to a group of people gathered around a picnic
table near the only other car at the rest stop.  I went over to get her. 
The people were all yelling at each other in Spanish.  When I got near
Missy I asked "What's going on?" "I don't know.  I don't understand
Spanish. Do you?" "Nope.  I took German in school." "I took French." "Looks
like we both took the wrong courses," I said with a smile.  "Come on. 
Let's go." With that, I took her arm and almost dragged her back to the RV.
We entered through the main door, we popped into the cab and I slipped into
the driver's seat.  There was a sudden insistent knocking on the driver's
side window and I almost had a heart attack.  When I turned I saw a young
Hispanic woman standing almost in my face.  I rolled down the window.  "Can
I help you?" "Please don't leave!  If you leave they will see me.  Please!"
"Who will see you?" I asked.  "My family, they are over by the picnic
table." This was starting to sound ominous.  "Why don't you want your
family to find you?  Are you what the commotion is all about?" Missy asked
looking around me at the girl.  "Probably.  They stopped here for a break
and I've been hiding hoping they would leave.  But they won't.  I want to
go home." "Where is home?" I asked.  "Texas.  Corpus Christi, Texas.  I've
lived there my entire life and now they want me to up and move to Florida
or something to be with a grandmother I've never met.  They made me drop
out of college.  All I want is for them to leave so I can find a ride to a
bus station and go home." "Where are you going to stay once you get back to
Texas?" Missy asked.  "I've got all kinds of friends who would let me stay
with them.  I had a job and an apartment.  I had to give it up because my
mother 'worried about me'." The girl said doing a bad impression of her
father.  "Jason, let her in.  We can give her a ride." I slowly turned to
face Missy.  I'm sure I growled at her.  "Could you?" The girl asked.  "I
have money.  I can pay you.  All I need is a ride to a bus station.  The
nearest town will do.  Please?" The girl begged.  "How do I find these
people?" I said out loud but not to them.  "Come on Jason.  It might be
fun." "Another girl running from her parents.  Sheesh." I knew I wasn't
getting out of it now.  So I opened the door, and got out.  She got in,
slid across the seat and Missy led her to the back.  "Okay, drive Jason,"
Missy yelled from the back.  I slid back into the drivers seat, started the
RV and drove away, mumbling to myself the whole time.  I could hear them
back there talking but I couldn't make out enough of the conversation to
know what they were talking about.  Eventually Missy came back up and
encouraged the girl to sit in the passengers seat.  "Jason, this is Anita.
I checked her driver's license and she is nineteen.  So, we're not breaking
any laws." " I'm glad for that.  Hello Anita.  " "Jason, could we take her
all the way home?" Missy asked in a sweet little voice.  "It's out of our
way.  It's not on the way to California," I said.  "So?  California will
wait a few more days.  Please." "Is that where you're headed, California?"
Anita asked.  "That's where I'm headed," Missy said.  "Jason's on vacation.
He's just driving.  He's giving me a ride.  I'm going to go to California
to be a movie star," Missy said with a big smile.  "Are you hungry?" "I am.
How about a sandwich and a soda." I answered "Okay, what about you Anita?"
Missy asked "No thank you, I'm fine," the new girl said and Missy vanished
into the back of the RV.  "You don't like me here do you?" Anita asked. 
"It's not that I don't like you," I said.  "It's just...  not what I had in
mind.  I didn't intend to become a taxi service for girls trying to get
away from their families or boyfriends." "You can drop me off in the next
town with a bus stop if you want." "Please!" I said and rolled my eyes. 
"I'd never hear the end of it from Missy." "Are you two..." She didn't have
to finish the question.  "Involved?" I finished it for her.  "Sort of.  I
think it's just physical though.  You got in with nothing but your purse.
You don't have any clothes or anything?" I asked, desperate to change the
topic.  "My bag is buried in the car.  If I had taken it my parents would
have known what I was doing.  They never would have allowed it." "Aren't
they going to worry?" "Possibly.  But I'm old enough.  I can do what I
want. I'll call my grandmother and tell her I'm okay and I'm not coming. 
Eventually they'll find out." "Yeah, and in the meantime, they're going to
have the cops looking for you." "No they won't.  My Uncle is with them and
he is not here legally.  He won't let them call the cops.  That's probably
what they were arguing about." "Do you want me to stop somewhere so you can
call?" I asked.  "No, It can wait until tonight," she said.  At that point
Missy returned with the sandwiches.  I grabbed one and took a bite out of
it.  Anita and Missy started talking.  I paid only a little attention to
the conversation.  I did check out Anita though.  She had straight
jet-black hair that hung down just past her shoulders and a pretty face
with brown eyes.  Anita had wonderful tits that were much larger than
Erin's or Missy's and were full bodied.  She had long legs with shapely
calves and thighs.  She was dressed in a yellow cotton dress and sandals. I
wondered what my chances were.  So far on this trip I had experienced
pretty good luck with the girls I picked up.  I wondered if my streak would
continue.  Then I wondered how Missy would feel about it.  The two girls
eventually moved to the back where they could be more comfortable leaving
me alone, thankfully.  I sat there, watching the road wondering how it was
I kept meeting up with these people and wondering if everyone who travels
meets all these weird people.  I drove late that night trying to reach New
Orleans.  I assumed Missy would tell Anita that I had plans in New Orleans
otherwise the girl would be in for a shock.  I did stop about seven for
dinner and a bathroom break.  The two girls were sitting there watching
Wheel of Fortune.  I went to the bathroom and then came out and made myself
a quick dinner, two sandwiches and a soda.  I sat down just in time for the
closing music to Wheel of Fortune.  "Anyone up for a private game of
Jeopardy?" Missy asked rather excitedly.  When Anita asked her what she was
talking about, Missy replied, "We yell out the answers to the questions we
know.  The one who gets it first gets one point during the first round, two
points during the second round.  Final Jeopardy is worth three points.  If
there's a tie, neither get the points.  Anyone up for it?" Anita asked the
question before I could.  "What do we play for?" "I don't know.  Maybe
strip jeopardy." "Now how would that work?" I asked.  "Simple, the winner
gets to make one of the losers strip," she said with a big smile.  Anita
and I both said "no" at the same time.  "Okay, we each pick what we want
from the other two.  Anything!  We write it down and the other two must..."
She emphasized the word must.  "...  do what ever it is." "I don't know
Missy.  I just got here." "Oh come on, it'll be fun.  Jason and I will take
it easy on you." Missy was up like a shot getting three pens and some
paper. She handed us each a paper as the theme song started.  "Everyone
write down what you want." Anita and I both looked at each other and then
shrugged and started writing.  I was later to find out what everyone wrote
down.  Missy wrote: I get to watch as you two have sex.  Anita wrote: Have
a threesome.  I wrote: Missy gives blowjob while Anita does striptease
Apparently, Missy had lied.  We didn't take it easy on the new girl.  I
think at that time, both my and Missy's libidos were in overdrive.  We
couldn't stop ourselves.  I think it was contagious because Anita fell in
step real quick.  We all folded our papers and didn't show them to each
other.  Then we started.  When the first commercial came on the score was
something like Missy 6, Anita 5, and Jason 4.  It was still close.  "I've
got it," Missy yelled out during the commercial.  "Strip jeopardy.  At the
end of the game, however many points separate the winner and the losers,
that's how many items of clothing the losers must take off.  If I win with,
lets say, twenty points.  Anita has eighteen points and Jason has fourteen
points, then Anita loses by two so she has to take off two articles of
clothes and Jason loses by six, so he would have to take off six.  What do
you say?" "For how long?" Anita asked.  "Umm, until tomorrow morning,"
Missy said "I've got to drive some more," I said.  "And I'm not driving
naked.  So no." "Okay from when we stop until tomorrow morning," Missy
tossed in.  "It's fine with me," Anita said with a smile.  "I'm being
outvoted in my own RV." "So will you do it?" Missy asked excitedly.  "If
you're both in, I'll play." "Yes," Missy yelled.  The game came back on. 
At the next commercial break things had changed a bit.  This was the end of
the Jeopardy round.  Missy still had six.  Anita now had eight and I was
coming up with seven.  During the commercial I looked over at Missy.  "Do
you want to add more to this?" I said with a smile.  "No, Mr.  Smarty
britches'" was her answer.  She then blew me a kiss and the game continued.
At the commercial during double Jeopardy the scores had changed seriously.
I had taken the lead with seventeen points.  Anita was next with sixteen
points and Missy was way behind with ten points.  The game continued.  The
Final Jeopardy category was "American Literature." It wasn't my strongest
category but I was okay with twenty-nine points.  Anita was close behind me
with twenty-six points and Missy had done a little catching up, ending up
with twenty points.  This put her out of the running for the win.  Now it
was a question of how bad the loss would be.  If I got it right, I would
win.  If I got it wrong and Anita got it right, we would tie.  During
commercial Anita asked about this.  "What happens if we tie?" "I guess
we'll have to do both," Missy said rather stoically.  Anita and I both
looked at each other and shrugged.  Neither of us had a better idea.  There
was no tie-breaking question.  It was either do both of ours or do neither.
The Final Jeopardy question wasn't easy.  I wrote what I thought was a good
guess.  From her facial expressions, I figured Anita was guessing too. 
Missy didn't even bother.  When the answer was revealed, I got it wrong. 
Anita didn't.  She later told us that she was an English major.  She had
read the book; it was one they had discussed in her college class.  I was
screwed from the beginning.  It was a tie.  Before we revealed what we had
written down Anita and I teased Missy.  She had lost by nine points.  She
only had on four pieces of clothing maximum.  She had no shoes or socks on,
just shirt, pants and presumably undergarments.  Missy solved the problem.
"I guess I'll have to go naked tomorrow night too." Anita and I smiled at
each other, enjoying torturing the one who had created the game to begin
with.  Then we got down to serious stuff.  What we had written down.  Missy
revealed hers first.  Her prize was to watch Anita and I have sex.  Anita
told her she would get her chance if we did what she had written down. 
Missy and I both looked at her.  "I won't hold you to it.  I did just meet
you two and all." She then revealed her paper.  A threesome.  She wanted
the three of us to have sex with each other at the same time.  I almost
fainted.  Really.  Then I revealed mine.  Missy and Anita both became
silent.  "It seems to me we all had almost the same idea," Missy said.  "We
could do all three of them." "What do you mean?" Anita asked.  I had an
idea.  "It's simple.  Jason wants you to strip for him while I suck him. 
We do that first.  After that, he can eat me, something he's very good at,
while I watch him fuck you," She smiled.  "But you lost.  Why should you
get what you want?" I asked.  "Well, think about it.  If we do the
threesome, I'm going to see it anyway.  Up close and personal." "Not if I
blindfold you," I said and stood up heading for the cab to get back on the
road.  "Oh, I like it," Anita said.  "That would be cool." "Hey wait a
minute," Missy said.  "Don't worry Missy.  I'll let him blindfold me too
after I've done my striptease.  I like having to feel my way through it,"
She said with a big smile.  My attention was with the two girls again.  I
turned around to look at them.  "You two do realize, there's only one of
me?" "So?" They both said at once.  I gave up and went forward to drive. 
Honestly, I didn't really expect any of it to happen.  I figured the whole
thing was a three way fantasy and wouldn't be mentioned again.  Except for
maybe Missy being naked and I wasn't sure how Anita would feel about that.
When I finally parked the RV we were just outside of New Orleans.  I got
out, plugged everything in and went back inside.  Missy was already naked,
sitting at the table with a plate of food.  Anita was at the table also
with a plate of food.  There was a third plate already made for me setting
on Anita's side.  I slid in and started eating.  "So are you staying naked
all night?" I asked Missy after a few minutes.  Missy looked up, smiled. 
"I always pay off on bets I lose.  I plan to pay off this debt in full!"
She smiled and went back to eating.  "What if one of us backs out?" Anita
asked.  "You won't.  You can't.  I have never backed out on a bet and I
have never failed to pay one off.  I'm not about to end that streak now. 
You're stuck," Missy said without even looking up.  The whole time I was
busy checking out her tits, which were almost resting on the table due to
the way she was hunched over the table shoveling food into her mouth. 
Anita looked over at me.  When I felt her eyes on me I turned to her.  "So
are we going to ruin Missy's streak or are we going to do it?" she asked. I
just smiled, shrugged and turned back to my food.  "Coward." With that
Anita turned back to her plate of food.  We ate in silence.  I did notice a
smile on Missy's face during dinner though.  It was her smug "I'm a little
devil" smile.  I wondered what that kinky little brain of hers was cooking
up.  When we finished eating Missy volunteered to clean up.  Meanwhile I
went back to shower.  I was washing my hair when it started.  I heard my
clothes and towel slide off the glass door but could do nothing about it
with the soap in my hair and my eyes.  Then the door opened and I felt
someone press past me.  "Who's there?" I said.  "Don't worry, just us,"
Missy said from beside me.  "Us?" I asked.  "Yes, me and Anita.  We're both
here." "Hi Jason," I heard Anita say.  She was behind me.  Her hands ran up
my back.  "Wash that soap out of your hair and we'll begin." Using only her
fingernails she rubbed my back very gently.  I had goose bumps from her
touch.  I felt Missy hands slide down my arm to my ass and then down my
leg. I felt her kiss the side of my hip.  She was on her knees.  I knew
what was coming but could do nothing to stop it.  I was already as hard as
a steel bar just thinking about it.  I got the shampoo washed out and they
turned me sideways.  Missy was now right in front of me.  They pushed me
back against the far wall.  Missy crawled close to me, took my erection in
her hand and looked up at Anita.  "Told you he was well hung," Missy said
and smiled and then took me in her mouth.  Anita grabbed my chin and
forcibly turned my head to look at her.  "Look at me Jason." I looked over
at her.  She was naked.  I looked down; she released my chin and allowed me
to check her out.  Anita had shoulder length black hair, an olive
complexion, brown eyes, soft pretty pink lips, large breasts, a slight
paunch at the belly, her pussy was covered with hair and she had long
shapely, muscular legs that were long and wonderful.  "Am I beautiful
Jason?" She asked as my eyes moved back up her body.  "Oh yes," I said. 
Anita raised her arms, interlocked her fingers behind her head and began a
slow sensual dance for me as Missy continued to suck me deeper into her
mouth.  I couldn't hold it.  I exploded in Missy's mouth.  My orgasm
surprised Missy and she gagged for a second then swallowed hard.  Some
dripped out of her mouth and ran down her chin but she kept sucking.  Anita
turned as she continued to dance giving me a good look at her ass.  It was
large but nicely rounded and shapely.  The kind you want to fuck.  Missy
already had me going again and as I watched Anita dance, my fingers ran
through Missy's wet hair.  It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen and
felt: having one beautiful woman dancing for me naked, while another gave
me oral sex.  Anita danced for me for about fifteen minutes.  Missy never
let up on the blowjob.  I came in her mouth twice more before Anita
finished her dance.  I was exhausted and slid down the wall until I was
seated on the floor.  Anita stood under the water for a moment cooling off
and then turned off the water.  All three of us were now soaked.  Once the
water was off, they each grabbed an arm and pulled me to my feet.  They
then led me to the bedroom.  All three of us were still dripping wet but it
didn't seem to matter.  They dropped me on the bed and climbed in on either
side of me, Missy on my left, Anita on my right.
"Did you like that?" Missy asked as they both pressed themselves against

me.  I laid my arms out and they each laid their head on my shoulders.  "Oh
God yes.  It was fantastic." I kissed Missy and then Anita.  I didn't
realize it at the time, but it was the first time I had kissed Anita. 
"Good.  Now, I know it isn't in the plans and yes, I know I lost the bet
but, I want to watch you fuck Anita.  If I get you hard again, will you?"
"I don't even know if I can get hard again Miss," I stated still short of
breath.  "Maybe if we worked on him together," Anita said with a smile at
Missy.  "Yeah.  Maybe," Missy said.  They each kissed my cheek and then
started kissing down my body.  My chin, my chest, each kissed the nipple on
their side then down my stomach.  They each slid down further and further
until they're heads were at my hips.  Then, as if they had planned this,
they each took a hold of my penis and starting at the base, each took a
side and kissed her way up.  I could see and feel an occasional tongue
flick across the top or bottom of my now hardening penis.  When they
reached the top they both opened their mouths and wrapped them around my
erection.  They kissed each other with my erection in the middle.  I could
see and feel their tongues playing inside their open mouths.  They each
grabbed the others head and pulled themselves closer.  Making the seal
tighter and tighter.  I could feel the suction.  By this time they were
definitely French kissing each other and they seemed to be enjoying it.  I
was about to orgasm just thinking about what was going on.  Then it
stopped. "That seems to have done the trick," Missy said.  Looking at my
solid cock standing straight up between them.  They both got up on their
knees and I watched as they leaned over me, embraced, kissed and then began
to re-position themselves.  Missy moved back up towards the head of the bed
while Anita swung her leg over me and straddled me.  Missy used one hand
and held my erection up as Anita positioned herself over me and slowly
lowered herself.  Missy toggled my erection and I felt it slide into
Anita's pussy.  "Just so you know, this is my first time.  I've only been
with women before," Anita said as my penis entered her love channel.  She
was wet and warm and very tight.  "Oh my God.  This feels good," Anita said
as she lowered herself more and more.  Pushing my erection deeper and
deeper into her cunt.  I was about to cum right then.  Missy leaned down
and kissed me.  "Is she your first virgin?  Maybe just your first lesbian?"
Missy smiled.  She turned and we watched as Anita's cunt swallowed my
entire manhood.  Missy then got up, straddled me, facing Anita.  They
wrapped their arms around each other and kissed.  "Don't go up and down,
move in small slow circles," Missy told her.  Anita listened and began
moving her hips in slow small circles.  My eyes rolled into my head.  I
could feel Missy's hot pussy on my stomach as the two of them began kissing
again.  "I got to get some," Missy said after only a few moments.  She got
off of me, pulled the pillows from under my head and swung a leg over me.
Her cunt was now right above my face.  Without waiting I wrapped my arms
around her thighs, pulled her down and stuck my tongue into her.  Missy
moaned.  "Oh yes." They both then leaned forward and kissed again.  They
made out, kissing and caressing each other as Anita rode me and I ate
Missy. I can't tell you how long it lasted or who came or how many times. I
know the next time I opened my eyes Anita was sitting on my face and Missy
was riding me.  It didn't bother me; I just started eating her pussy.  The
next thing I remember is fucking Anita doggy style.  She was on her knees
with me behind her.  Her head was laying in Missy's cunt.  She was eating
her.  I remember Missy screaming as she had an orgasm and I remember coming
at the same time.  I could hear muffled moans from Anita.  Her face still
buried in Missy's pussy.  That's all I remember.  Missy and Anita recounted
a few other tricks we tried that night.  They told me after Anita ate Missy
they switched and Missy ate Anita while I took Missy in the ass.  They told
me we sandwiched Missy.  Anita took Missy in the cunt with a strap-on dildo
while I took her in the ass.  Then reportedly we switched.  They told me
that I took them individually while the other watched.  They also described
how I had watched as they sixty-nined each other.  I was on such a sensory
overload that night I only remember pieces of that marathon even now.

   Chapter 9 - Day 9 & 10 I woke up the next morning alone in bed.  I
stretched out and got comfortable.  I didn't get up.  I could hear Anita
and Missy talking but couldn't hear what they were saying.  I could smell
coffee and bacon but I wasn't that hungry.  I looked out the window over my
head.  The sky was a beautiful shade of blue.  The sun was well up in the
sky.  I figured it was around eleven AM.  I lay there thinking about the
last eight days and how much I had already experienced in that short time.
I had every intention of losing my virginity on this trip when I started it
but I didn't expect to do it quite so quickly and I surely didn't expect to
have so many girls.  Especially in just eight days.  Erin, Mandy, Missy and
Anita, all very different in personality and style.  Erin was slow and
comfortable in bed.  It all seemed natural and beautiful.  What there was
with Mandy seemed rushed and pushed.  Sex with Missy was hot and
passionate, almost dirty.  Anita, well, Missy affected how I perceived
Anita.  Of course, if Missy weren't there, I probably never would have met
Anita and certainly never would have slept with her.  I lay in bed for
about an hour.  The girls never came to check on me.  I finally had to get
up to go use the bathroom.  I waved to them as I went into the bathroom.  I
did what I needed to do and then came out.  I was naked except for a pair
of white briefs and my robe.  "Good morning.  You missed breakfast," Missy
said as I came and sat down with them at the table.  "I wasn't hungry. 
I've been awake for about an hour." "Been eavesdropping?" Anita asked.  "I
couldn't hear you." Missy got up, poured a cup of coffee and set it down in
front of me.  "Thanks.  So, what exactly happened last night?" I took a sip
of coffee.  "I remember some, but it's all foggy." They smiled and laughed
and then proceeded to tell me every gory detail of last night's exploits.
As they talked, I recalled some.  Got glimpses of other stuff, but I've
never fully recovered my memories of the event.  Real shame too it was a
once in a lifetime adventure.  Not long after that, the two girls got
dressed and left saying they were going to do some shopping.  They said
they would be gone most of the day.  I had intended to come to New Orleans
and look around.  I had always dreamed of going and visiting Bourbon Street
and sitting in a Jazz club listening to the music.  That day, I just didn't
feel up to it.  My eyes were heavy, my body ached and I just didn't have
any energy.  I got a book, laid on the couch and read for most of the day.
When I finally got up the energy, I showered, dressed and sat outside and
read.  I had almost feared sitting outside like that.  I had met Missy that
way and kept waiting for a new girl to appear, none did.  When darkness
came, I moved inside and continued to read.  I finished my book by ten.  I
wondered where the girls were.  Finally figuring they were in some club
partying.  I went to bed.  It had been the most peaceful day of my trip so
far.  The next day when I woke up it was early.  I looked at the clock; it
wasn't quite seven.  I arose feeling much better, showered, shaved, dressed
and ate before I realized I was still alone.  Neither Missy nor Anita had
returned.  They were both big girls who were more than capable of taking
care of themselves; I didn't worry too much.  I told myself that if they
didn't return by the next morning, I would assume they weren't coming back
and leave them.  I still hadn't made it to Bourbon Street so I found a bus
stop and caught a bus headed in that direction.  I spent the entire day and
most of the night in New Orleans, sightseeing, drinking, and having fun. 
The drinking was my downfall.

   Chapter 10 - Day 11 Tuesday New Orleans to Memphis I'm not sure where I
woke up, or whom was in bed with me, but I stumbled out of a small motel at
about four AM.  I asked the girl in the office to call me a cab and rode
back to the RV.  When I got there I was wide awake.  I checked the beds for
either of the girls, still no sign of them.  Fixed myself some food and sat
and watched the overnight news programs on the TV.  At some point I fell
asleep and woke up again about eight in the morning.  It was the last day I
had planned to stay in New Orleans.  There was still no sign of Missy or
Anita.  I went out to a fast food restaurant and had a huge breakfast. 
When I returned, I didn't go inside, I just unplugged the RV, having
decided I was leaving.  When I went inside, I searched the RV one more
time. Still no one was home.  I took their luggage to the office and asked
them hold it until someone came to claim it.  Then I got in the drivers
seat, put the key in the ignition and drove away.  I wondered if I should
have called the cops and reported them missing.  Maybe they found a better
ride.  Who knows?  If they were in trouble, there was nothing I could for
them.  If they weren't, me calling the cops could just upset them and it
would have delayed my plans.  I left New Orleans with a slightly guilty
conscience.  That day I changed directions.  I planned to come to New
Orleans, I had even decided to continue west to California.  I changed my
plans.  I think I did it, at some level, to make sure I didn't find them on
the side of some road.  I had grown somewhat tired of Missy and her
overpowering sex drive.  Instead of going west, I put the RV on an
interstate and headed north.  Up through western Mississippi and into
Tennessee.  I parked the RV that night and checked into a nice hotel in
Memphis.  The RV was getting stuffy and starting to feel cramped.  The
entire place was a mess, I hadn't done the dishes in days and dirty clothes
were over flowing the hamper.  I took a bag of dirty clothes with me,
realized some were Missy's, and took them in to the hotel.  I had made sure
they had laundry facilities before I checked in.  I did two loads that
night and then went to the bar and grill in the hotel lobby for dinner.  I
ordered myself some barbecued ribs, mashed potatoes, and a soda and watched
the other patrons sing to the Karaoke machine.  After my meal I sat there
and continued to watch as the crowd moved from Karaoke to country line
dancing.  I knew how to line dance, but I stayed clear of it that night.  I
sat in a corner of the bar sipping on my sodas.  I played a few video poker
games and watched.  By midnight the feel of the place had changed.  Instead
of line dancing it was now slow music and there were couples on the floor
swaying and kissing.  I was about to leave when she came over.  "Hi," she
said as she sat down next to me.  I don't know where she had come from.  I
thought I had seen all the pretty girls in the bar.  She must have just
arrived.  She ordered a beer, lit a cigarette and turned to me.  "I'm
Lynn." "Jason." I shook her hand and looked her over.  She had shoulder
length, straight, blonde hair, brown eyes and a was rather small.  She
couldn't have weighed more than 110 soaking wet.  She had a long neck,
skinny arms, long fingers with long nails, very small breasts, a flat
stomach showing beneath the half-shirt.  She was all legs.  The tight jeans
showed off her small ass and long legs.  All in all, she was a very sexy
woman.  The bartender brought her drink over and she took a sip.  "You've
been sitting here all night haven't you?" She asked as she turned back to
me.  "What makes you say that?" I asked.  "You look...  alone," she said.
"You look like you just got dumped or just lost your best friend or both."
She smiled.  "Actually neither.  I was abandoned.  I'm traveling and I had
two people traveling with me.  A few nights ago, they just vanished.  Never
came back to the RV.  This morning, I left them.  I don't know where they
are." "Doesn't sound very nice of you." "What was I supposed to do?" I said
with a slight laugh.  "Sit in New Orleans my whole summer waiting for them.
They're adults.  They can take care of themselves." "Who are you trying to
convince, me or you?" The girl was good.  "I don't know.  Do you think I
should have waited?" The song changed and a few more couples went to the
dance floor.  "I didn't say that.  I'm just flirting." She smiled again. 
The music was soft and slow and romantic and the woman singing had an
incredible voice.  I'm not sure who it was.  I sat back in my chair and
thought about what had just been said.  I wondered whom I was trying to
convince.  "You want to dance?" The question surprised me.  I had to ask
her to repeat it.  When she did, I shrugged and stood up.  We went to the
dance floor and joined the crowd.  She pressed herself against me.  I
wrapped my arms around her small waist and pulled her even closer.  I
didn't realize it then, but I had become an addict.  Before my trip, I
could go weeks without a hug, a kiss, years without sex, but as the trip
had come about I had grown accustomed, addicted even, to the human touch.
To the warmth of another human being.  I had been missing it the last few
nights.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of a soft beautiful young
woman next to me.  I think she realized it too.  She laid her head on my
chest, allowed me to lead and stayed quiet.  It was just what I needed.  We
danced two songs together before we went back to our chairs.  "What was her
name?" She asked after we sat down and caught our breath.  "Who?" I asked.
"The girl you're missing?" she said.  "I've been traveling for twelve days.
I've met four women, you're number five.  I think I'm in love with the
first, Erin.  Missy and Anita, the ones who abandoned me, were just there.
There was no real emotional attachment.  And then there was Mandy.  Mandy
was..." I considered my choices.  The word had to be exact.  "Mandy was
a... umm...  too young," Was all I could come up with.  "She tried but
there was no chemistry." "So, which one are you thinking of?" "None
honestly." "Oh come on," She said with a sideways glance at me.  "You
weren't holding me out there.  You were holding her" She said emphasizing
the last word.  "Who was it you were thinking of out on the dance floor? 
Erin?" "No," I smiled.  "I wasn't thinking out on the dance floor.  I was
enjoying." She turned to face me with a look of puzzlement.  When I didn't
continue, she asked.  "What were you enjoying?" "Being with someone.  Being
close to someone," I said.  That was the first time the idea of being
hooked on human contact came to me.  It was a passing thought and left
quickly.  "Oh, how deep," She said sarcastically with a smile.  She took
the final swallow of her beer and then stood up.  "Well, I've got to go. 
Maybe I'll see you around.  Thanks for the dance." We shook hands, I told
her I appreciated the chat and the dance and she left.  I left not long
afterwards.  The bar was almost empty.  When I reached my hotel room, it
was almost two in the morning.  I felt tired, but good.  I wondered what
Lynn's story was as I undressed and climbed into the huge bed.  I fell
asleep watching some old Cagney movie.

   Chapter 11 - Day 12 Wednesday Memphis When I woke up the next morning I
was starved.  I picked up the phone and ordered room service.  I then
turned on a morning news show and put on a shirt and sweat pants that I had
washed the night before.  I separated out the clothes that didn't belong to
me and set them aside.  I put my clothes in the provided drawers and
considered what to do with the rest.  I knew I would keep a pair of Missy's
panties, it was becoming tradition but what about the rest?  The knock at
the door brought me out of my thoughts.  I opened the door and allowed the
hotel employee to bring in the cart of food.  I went to my pants and pulled
out a couple bucks for a tip and handed it to him.  As he left the maid
stepped into my doorway.  "Maid service," she stated.  "Can you come back
in about an hour?" I asked.  "Sure thing," She said, closed my door and was
gone.  I knew I wasn't checking out.  I was comfortable here.  I needed
time away from the RV.  I sat in my hotel room and ate the breakfast and
then showered.  I pulled out my swim trunks, slipped them on, grabbed my
key and headed for the pool.  The maid came back just as I was leaving. 
The pool was huge.  It had three diving boards including a high dive and
went from a depth of four feet all the way up to twelve feet.  I laid out a
towel on a reclining chair, slipped my key beneath it and went to the edge
of the water and dove in.  I swam about ten laps before stopping and
looking around.  Sitting right next to my towel was Lynn.  She waved and
smiled.  I smiled and nodded my head at her as a greeting.  I wondered if
it was coincidence then continued my laps.  As I came back towards her I
checked her out again.  She had on a small two piece bikini that was red
with white trim.  I could just barely make out her small breasts and could
see the mound beneath her bikini.  I put my head in the water and swam
faster.  After another ten laps I pulled myself out of the water and went
over to her.  She applauded quietly as I came over.  "Very studly," She
said with a sweet smile "And nice chest." "Thank you." I picked up my towel
and dried off.  "So is it coincidence that we meet again or are you
following me?" "Oh sheer coincidence.  I spend every possible moment I can
at the pool.  I love the sun," She said.  I finished drying off and spread
the towel out again and lay down beside her.  "I told you my sob story last
night.  So what's your story?" I asked to start the conversation.  "I came
here on business.  But fortunately for me, my business ended yesterday so I
have a few days of rest and relaxation." "What business are you in?" I
asked rather curious.  "I'm a travel agent.  I was working with the people
who run Grace Land and similar attractons, putting together tours and
stuff. But we finished so..." She just stopped.  "So how long do you get to
rest and relax?" "I go home day after tomorrow." "Where's home?" "Curious
boy aren't you?" She said with a sly grin.  "Just trying to keep the
conversation going?" "Well, if you must know, I live in Santa Fe, New
Mexico.  I was born and raised in Oregon though." She explained.  "Quite a
move." "Yeah, I got a free trip to Santa Fe about two years ago.  Fell in
love with the place and moved there last year.  Wouldn't live anywhere else
now." "You married?  Kids?" "Yes, I'm married, we're separated and no, I
have no kids." "Can I ask a rather rude question?" I said and sat up facing
her.  'What's that, my age?" "Yes.  How did you know?" "Everyone asks and
no one ever believes me when I tell them.  I turned thirty last month." "I
can see why no one believes you.  You look about..." "Fourteen?  That's
what most say.  It's only because I'm so small.  I'm five feet tall.  Weigh
in at less than a hundred pounds, even wet, and I have no body to speak
of." She said as she looked down at her almost flat chest.  She smiled.  It
was obvious she was used to this.  It was also obvious that she had no
problems with it.  She was secure with her body and her looks.  "So how old
are you?  What, eighteen?" "Yeah, as a matter of fact." I said, rather
defensively.  "Good, I like young!" She said.  She laid back and closed her
eyes.  I couldn't quite figure her out.  I imagine it was because of the
age difference.  I laid back down on my chair and closed my eyes.  We laid
there together for quite a while without saying a word.  At some point she
rolled over, undid her top and turned to me.  "Would you put some lotion on
my back?" I turned to look at her.  Sat up and took the lotion from her. 
"Sure." I moved over to her chair, sat beside her and poured some cold
lotion onto her back and started to rub it in.  Her skin was like silk. 
There wasn't so much as a blemish.  Not a mark.  Not a pimple.  Her skin
glistened from sweat and the lotion and I realized I was no longer rubbing,
I was caressing.  "You have very good hands.  They're very gentle.  You
should take advantage of them," She said without moving or opening her
eyes. "What do you mean, take advantage of them?" "In bed, silly.  Use
them. You'd make a wonderful masseuse.  You could do wonderful things with
those hands," She said.  "I'll remember that," I said and continued to rub.
"You're welcome to keep rubbing my back, but let's not pretend it's for the
lotion anymore." She opened her eyes and looked over at me.  "The lotion's
been gone for five minutes." I hadn't even noticed.  But as I continued to
rub, I realized her back was completely dry.  All the suntan lotion had
been rubbed in.  I wasn't real sure what to do.  My hands stayed on her
back but stopped rubbing.  "If you want, you can do my legs too," She said
with a smile and closed her eyes again.  I sat there; I wanted to keep
rubbing.  I wanted to keep touching her but it was getting a little too
close and I was getting an erection.  I closed my eyes, took a deep breath,
considered my options, then picked up the bottle of lotion, turned around
and, starting at her right ankle poured on some more lotion.  I worked my
way up to her right thigh then moved to her other side and did the other
leg.  For a while I thought maybe she had fallen asleep and almost rubbed
her ass.  Good thing I didn't.  "Oh yeah, that's enough," She said as I
reached the top of her left thigh.  "Let's not go any higher than that. 
Not in public anyway." "Can you read minds or something?" I asked, not
thinking about what I had, indirectly, just confessed to.  "No, I just know
how the male mind works.  So do you think I have nice legs?  My ex said
they were too skinny.  What do you think?" She lifted up and propped her
upper body up on her elbows and looked back at me.  "I think you have
fantastic legs," I said.  "You are a very beautiful woman," I said as I set
the bottle of lotion on the ground and looked into her eyes.  She smiled.
"Thank you, and you are a very handsome man.  May I?" I wasn't sure what
she wanted.  She lay down, re-tied her bikini and then sat up.  "Lay down,"
She said pointing to my chair.  I circled around and laid in my own chair.
"Oh, can I do the front?" She asked as she picked up the bottle of lotion.
I shrugged.  "Why not?" For some reason I took no notice of the other
people around us nor did she seem to care.  She sat next to me, poured
lotion on my chest and using both hands began rubbing it in.  She sat there
quietly talking to me the whole time as she worked over my chest and then
down to my stomach.  She told me I had a great body, that I was very
handsome, all sorts of stuff.  After the first ten compliments, I just
closed my eyes and enjoyed it.  I stopped saying thank you.  I felt her
hand slide over my swim trunks and over my erection.  My eyes popped open.
She leaned down close to me, her face inches from mine.  Kissed my lips
gently, looked me in the eyes.  "Your room or mine?" "Up to you.  I'm not
picky," I said.  "Let's make it your room.  I'm going to go to my room,
take a shower, pretty myself up for you, and come to you in about an hour.
Okay?" "Yeah," I said with a nod.  "Room 426." "Okay, see you in an hour."
She stood up, picked up her stuff and walked away.  I waited a few minutes,
wondering what I had gotten myself into and then packed up and headed for
my room.  I jumped in the shower and spent the next twenty minutes trying
to figure out what to wear.  At first, I thought I would wear nothing.  But
decided that was way too forward.  I wanted comfortable and easy to remove
but not over done.  I finally decided on a pair of cut off jeans and a
T-shirt.  I combed my hair and had just opened a soda when she knocked.  I
went and opened the door.  She stood there was wearing a cotton sundress.
She had her hair tied back and I could smell her perfume instantly.  I
stepped aside and invited her in.  She came in and I closed the door
putting out the "do not disturb" sign as I did.  She walked over, took the
phone off the hook and turned to face me.  I stopped short.  We were about
five feet apart.  Her hands went to the shoulder straps of her dress.  She
slowly slid them off of her shoulders and allowed them to slide down her
arms.  A slight tug and the entire dress followed.  It slid over her small
breasts, down her belly, over her hips and ended up in a pile on the floor
around her ankles.  She was totally naked beneath the dress.  She slipped
out of her sandals and stood there as I stared at her.  "Am I still
beautiful?" she asked as my eyes fell on her shaven pussy.  I swallowed
hard and took a step forward.  "Definitely," I said very softly.  She came
to me, slid her hands under my shirt and pulled it up.  Without a word I
raised my arms and off came the shirt I had just put on.  She then kneeled
in front of me and undid my shorts.  She unzipped them and pulled down the
shorts and underwear at the same time.  My solid erection flipped out and
pointed towards her.  She wrapped a hand around the base and slid the head
into her small mouth.  My knees buckled and I had to fight to stand up. 
She stood up, took my hand and led me to the edge of the bed.  She turned
and faced me and looked me right in the eye.  "Make love to me.  Very
slowly, very gently.  Can you do that?" "I'll sure as hell try," I said. 
"That's all I ask." With that she raised herself onto her tip toes and we
kissed.  It was very soft, very gentle and seemed to last forever.  It was
the most incredible kiss I'd had up to that point.  She then laid me on the
bed and lay down on top of me.  We kissed again and she started moving down
my chin, my neck, my chest, she sucked each nipple and then continued down
my belly to my waist and then came back to face me.  "Think of it this
way." She said.  "The more you pleasure me, the more I will want to
pleasure you.  The more I want to pleasure you, the more I will be willing
to do.  The more I pleasure you, the more you will worship me, the more you
will do for me.  Don't worry about getting your nuts off.  Do everything in
your power to pleasure me; let me worry about getting your nuts off. 
Okay?" I couldn't take my eyes away from hers.  I nodded.  She then got on
her knees straddling me, took my solid erection in one hand and slid a
condom over it.  I have to assume she came with it in hand, I never saw her
with it, I never saw her open it.  It just seemed to appear.  She then held
my covered erection and guided it into her waiting cunt.  I could feel her
heat even through the condom and almost came.  She took me inside her
totally.  She sat there perfectly still, took my hands in hers and put them
over her breasts.  I knew what she wanted.  I slowly began caressing her,
almost the same way I had at poolside.  As I rubbed, she closed her eyes
and enjoyed the feelings.  She didn't move and I didn't move, except for my
arms and hands.  Her hands ran over my chest and stomach.  We lay there
like that for the longest time, just rubbing and caressing each other.  I
fondled her breasts and squeezed her nipples.  Her tits were so small I
could have put both in one hand and still had room to hold a baseball
securely.  Without warning she tightened the muscles at her hips and I felt
my erection being squeezed.  It was incredible.  She never moved.  She
would relax and then tighten those muscles.  It gave almost a feeling of
being sucked and squeezed at the same time.  My hands continued to roam her
body freely.  Eventually moving to her ass and legs.  She somehow pulled
her calves out from under her and I found her feet level with my face.  I
kissed each toe, as I had done to Erin.  Lynn seemed to like it also.  I
then opened my mouth and wrapped it around the in step of one of her feet
and began to suck as I would if I were giving her a hickey.  She moaned and
moved.  I assumed it was from the feeling of being tickled but she didn't
pull her foot away.  I held her foot with both hands, squeezing and
massaging it.  The more I did, the more she moaned, the more she moaned the
tighter she squeezed my erection.  I could feel an explosion building up
and turned my head and did the same to the other foot.  She moaned more and
more, louder and louder.  She began rocking side to side on top of me; I
couldn't stop myself.  I exploded.  I almost bit her foot as I did.  I
screamed.  I couldn't move.  She lifted herself off of me and carefully
pulled off the condom.  She tied a knot in it, then tossed it away.  She
lay down on top of me again and kissed me passionately.  "Where did you
ever get that from?" She asked as she laid her head on my chest.  "That was
the most incredible feeling.  And it wasn't just how it felt.  I have never
met someone willing to suck my feet.  Kiss my toes, Maybe, but not suck my
feet." I was too weak.  I couldn't even talk.  I managed to wrap my arms
around her and then I could do nothing but lay there.  I lay there,
perfectly still for almost twenty minutes.  She lay with me with her cheek
resting on my chest.  When I was finally able to move I rolled both of us
over.  I was now on top of her.  She looked up at me and smiled.  Raised
her arms above her head and waited.  I kissed her soft sweet pink lips as I
looked into her eyes, "My turn," I said with a smile.  I lowered myself
down on top of her, my head at her chest.  I took her nipple in my mouth
and sucked.  The nipple jumped to life.  I flicked it with my tongue and
then sucked in her entire left breast.  She closed her eyes but didn't
move. Once I finished with the left breast, I moved to the right one.  Then
started building a trail down between her breasts, over her belly to her
navel.  I stopped at her navel and licked it and sucked at it for a short
time.  Then continued down to her hips.  I spread her legs with my knee,
kissed the shaven mound in the middle, then laid down between her thighs. I
kissed her wet hot cunt and slid my tongue in.  She groaned out loud.  I
used my fingers and spread her cunt lips apart.  Found her clit, licked it
with my tongue and then sucked it into my mouth.  Her breath got ragged and
her moans got louder.  I continued sucking and licking her clit until I
felt she was about to cum.  Then I released it and slid my tongue inside
her.  Her hands clawed at the blankets and the mattress and a scream came
out of her.  I continued my oral titillation of her lower extremities. 
When I finally tired of that I got up on my knees, took a hold of each of
her legs at the ankle, raised them straight in the air, rested them on my
chest and then, one at a time, sucked a toe into my mouth.  Her eyes opened
and she watched as I did each individual toe.  Kissing, licking and sucking
it.  I moved forward and felt my erection press against her hips.  I
pressed harder, her cunt lips parted and my erection slid between them.  A
soft "No" escaped from her lips as I opened my mouth and took the in step
of her foot into my mouth again.  She moaned "Oh God!" and her eyes rolled
into the back of her head.  I lifted her up by the ankles, pulling her hips
three inches off the bed.  I pushed my hips forward and buried my erection
inside her.  I began thrusting in and out of her as I continued to suck on
the bottom of her feet.  Her hands clawed the bed and her head tossed side
to side.  Having just cum, made it easy for me to last.  I kept up a steady
rhythm, in, out, in, out.  She moaned, screamed and begged.  I finally
released her ankles and leaned over her.  I pinned her arms over her head
and stopped thrusting for a moment.  "Open your eyes," I told her.  "Open
your eyes.  I want to look into your eyes as I cum inside you." She
quivered and turned her head away.  "Open your eyes Lynn." I ordered.  She
turned to me and opened her eyes, but only halfway.  I slowly began to
slide my erection out and thrust in again.  Her eyes closed.  "Open your
eyes or I'll stop," I told her.  Her eyes opened again and I started
thrusting again.  Whenever her eyes closed, I would stop until she opened
them again.  She couldn't do it though.  She would open her eyes and within
three thrusts they were closed again.  At one point I had to fight with her
to get her eyes open.  She refused to open her eyes.  I would come to
regret this idea.  While I was there, trying to get her to open her eyes,
she was able to get her brain working again.  It had shut down due to her
emotions, passions and adrenaline running so hot.  "Stop Jason.  Stop!"
This surprised me.  She pulled her hands free and pushed me off of her. 
She was up like a shot and out of the bed.  "If you didn't want to keep
your eyes open you could have..." She interrupted before I finished.  "It
has nothing to do with my eyes Jason," She said and turned to face me. 
"I'm not on the pill and I'm very fertile.  You were inside me, with no
condom and no protection.  Why do you think I put a condom on you our first
time?" She asked.  I couldn't answer.  I was almost embarrassed by what I
was thinking.  Way too embarrassed to write it here.  "Jason, I can't take
birth control pills.  I have a bad reaction to them." She sat on the side
of the bed.  "I should have told you right off, but...  I didn't know I
would get so caught up in things.  I thought I could...  Oh hell.  I've
been pregnant four times." She looked me right in the eye.  I could see
tears building up.  "It's what led to my divorce.  I can get pregnant with
no problem.  But I can't carry a child to term.  The emotional effect it
had on me, loosing four babies like that, it's what caused my divorce." She
turned away.  I knew she was crying but I couldn't move to comfort her.  A
minute later she was up and getting dressed.  "I've got to go.  I'm sorry."
"Wait," I said, finally managing to move and speak.  I sat up and looked
over at her.  She was just sliding into the sundress.  "No, I can't stay.
I've got to go." She slid the straps up her arms, slid on the sandals and
headed for the door.  I was too dumbfounded to do anything to stop her.  I
watched her leave.  I couldn't believe my own stupidity, my own thick
headedness.  I was stupid and embarrassed.  I flopped back down on the bed
and couldn't believe I had chased her off.  I looked over at the clock.  It
was just past noon and my day was already shot to hell.  I spent part of
the afternoon looking for her.  She wasn't at the pool.  Wasn't at the bar.
I asked the hotel clerk for a room number, but, without a last name they
couldn't help me.  They told me, even with a last name, they couldn't have
given me the information.  Hotel Policy.  I didn't know her room number, I
didn't know her last name, I didn't know what car she drove, I didn't even
know where she lived.  When I ordered dinner that night, I realized I might
have seen her for the very last time.  All I had was a first name and the
city of Santa Fe.  I went back to the same bar that night, but she never
appeared.  I wondered if she was avoiding me or just wasn't out and about.
She could've checked out and been on her way home for all the information I
had.  I went back to my room early the next morning.  The "do not disturb"
sign was still on the door.  I didn't take it off.  I lay in the bed,
wondering.

   Chapter 12 - Day 13 & 14 Thursday & Friday Memphis To Arkansas I woke up
the next day feeling as miserable as I had the night before.  I couldn't
force myself to eat anything.  I sat in the bed watching TV.  Housekeeping
knocked, I told them to go away.  The phone rang, I don't know who it
could've been, but I was absolutely sure at the time, that it wasn't her.
So I didn't answer it.  That's all that mattered; it wasn't her.  I never
found out whom it was that did call me that day.  No one knew where I was,
except her.  Maybe it was she.  By one in the afternoon, my stomach was on
the warpath.  I had to eat.  I called room service and ordered some grilled
cheese sandwiches, French fries and a soda.  I told them to knock and leave
it but not to come in.  When I heard the knock, I waited until I was sure
they were gone, peeked my head out, looked both ways to make sure no one
was around, then in my underwear, opened the door, grabbed the tray, went
back into the room and kicked the door closed.  I sat at the table, my eyes
fixed on some stupid talk show about lovers cheating on each other and ate.
The sandwiches were burned and the fries were cold but I ate them anyway.
At four, I couldn't find a show to watch, so I slipped on some shorts and
went out on the patio.  I sat in one of the two wooden chairs and watched
the people at the pool.  Housekeeping came again.  I didn't hear them
knock. They assumed I was gone.  They opened the door and came in.  That's
when I heard them.  I allowed the young woman to clean up the room while I
sat outside.  I went in at seven to watch Jeopardy.  During the second
commercial, the phone rang again.  This time, I answered it.  "Hello."
"Jason?" "Yeah, who is this?" "It's Lynn." My eyes opened wide.  My jaw
dropped and I'm sure, my heart skipped a beat.  "Hi, I didn't recognize
your voice." I stuttered.  "It's okay.  I just called to tell you that I
was sorry about what happened yesterday.  I don't blame you, it was all my
fault.  I should've told you immediately." "Lynn..." She kept going even as
I tried to object.  "Don't!  Just listen.  I've been hiding in my room all
day.  Thinking about how terrible I was to you.  I just wanted to tell you
that I did have a good time yesterday.  You were wonderful in every sense
of the word.  You were charming and a perfect gentleman.  You're going to
make a wonderful husband for someone.  I wish you luck in the future.  I'm
going home tomorrow.  I can't stay here anymore.  I just wanted to say
thank you and I'm sorry.  Good bye Jason" I tried to speak again, but she
hung up.  I stood there staring at the phone for quite a while.  I tried to
call her back, but it didn't work.  The hotel office wouldn't tell me which
room had just called.  I thought about lying to them, telling them that
someone had just called and was harassing me.  But I feared that it would
get her in trouble and I still wouldn't get to see her.  I hung up the
phone and went back to the bed.  My mind wandered through the memories of
the past few days.  It was unreal.  I don't know what time I fell asleep
but I woke up the next morning at six o'clock to the sound of someone
banging on my door.  I slid on the courtesy bathrobe and opened the door to
a huge shock.  "Missy?" "Hiya Jace," She said with a huge smile.  She
pushed past me and came into the hotel room setting her suitcase down as
she went...  I closed the door and turned on the lights.  "How the hell?" I
followed her into the room and she sat down on the bed.  "How the hell did
I find you?" She asked, finishing my question.  "That's my secret.  The
fact is, you abandoned me." "You were gone for two days.  You didn't call,
you didn't write, you sure didn't come by.  I figured you'd struck out on
your own," I said and sat down next to her.  "How did you find me?" I asked
again, curiosity got the better of me.  "Please, how many RV's do you think
there are in these parts?" She asked with a smile.  I never did get a good
answer how she found me.  "Where's Anita?" "Probably back in Texas by now,"
She said.  She stood up and slipped off the T-shirt she was wearing.  Her
bare tits popped out.  "What are you doing?" I asked as she continued to
undress.  "Getting undressed so we can have sex and get some sleep," she
said.  I was shocked to say the least.  But she continued undressing.  She
took off all of her clothes, then got in bed and rolled over.  "If you're
not in the mood right now, that's fine.  If you are, let me know," she
said. All I could do was sit there staring at her.  After a few minutes I
shrugged, figured what the hell, took off the robe, turned off the lights
and climbed into bed with her.  I curled up on her back and we fell asleep.
I figured we could always discuss it more later.  I was to tired and to
shocked at the moment to discuss it intelligently anyway.  I slept for
about another two hours and then woke up.  I was surprised to find that
Missy really was in bed with me.  When I opened my eyes, I really thought
it had all been a dream.  The room was cold, very cold.  She had gotten up
at some point and turned on the air conditioner.  She was on one side of
the bed and I was on the other.  I rolled over and pressed myself against
her.  The cold room, the warm bed and her almost hot body made for an
interesting sensation.  I wrapped my arm around her belly and pulled her as
close as possible.  My erection grew inside my briefs with each passing
second.  My hand cupped one of her large breasts and I kissed the back of
her neck.  I knew if I stayed in that bed for too long, I would end up
fucking her again.  I was not going to fuck her while she slept and I
wasn't going to wake her up just for my own satisfaction.  I pushed away
from her and quietly rolled out of the bed.  I went in and took a long hot
shower, which felt incredibly good and got dressed.  She had not moved
once. I turned on the tube, watched some TV and called down to room service
for breakfast.  Twenty minutes later the food arrived and Missy still had
not awakened.  I ate as I watched TV.  Once finished, I set the tray
outside the door, wrote a note for Missy, kissed her forehead and headed
down to the RV.  Thoughts of Lynn came and went but I focused my attention
on getting the RV cleaned up for the next leg of the trip.  As I washed the
pile of dishes I wondered if I should leave Missy behind.  I knew she was a
bad influence on me and she did limit my possibilities.  Maybe it would be
better if we went our separate ways.  I decided to give it another day or
so and then make the final decision.  I cleaned the entire RV, changed and
washed all the sheets, vacuumed, picked up and emptied all the trash.  I
even scrubbed the bathroom.  After that I spent the rest of the morning in
the hotel laundry room getting all the clothes, towels and sheets clean.  I
must have spent thirty dollars in quarters.  When I finally returned to the
hotel room near lunchtime it was obvious Missy had been awake, the note had
moved and the TV was now on, I had turned it off when I left, but she was
once again in the bed and asleep.  The AC was also on.  I had turned that
off too.  I turned it off again and opened the patio door to allow in some
warm, clean air.  I called and ordered room service and then set about
folding all the clothes I had just spent the morning washing.  Missy
finally woke up about two in the afternoon.  I had already eaten, cleaned
up and taken all the freshly cleaned laundry to the RV.  I had also packed
what I had brought up to the room with me and had taken all of that stuff
to the RV along with the suitcase Missy had brought with her.  All that was
left in the hotel room was the clothes on my back and a small pile of
Missy's clothes I had hidden away in the room.  I didn't want her to know
they were there.  "Good morning," I said as she sat up.  I poured her a cup
of coffee and handed it to her.  "You must have had a rough night," I said.
She took a sip of coffee before she spoke.  "Yes I did.  It was a rather
long night.  So what's up?" She asked.  "I'm ready to leave anytime you
are," I said, wanting her to figure out she had nothing to wear.  "Hand me
my clothes, I'll get dressed and we can go." "All your clothes have been
moved to the RV," I told her with a smile.  "What am I supposed to wear
then?" She asked.  "That's not my concern right now.  Right now, I want to
talk." She looked over her mug at me, quizzically.  "What do you want to
talk about?" She finally asked.  "Where were you?  In New Orleans I mean.
You vanished for two days.  Never called.  What were you doing?  Why
couldn't you let me know?" "You're not my father," She insisted.  "No, But
I am your ride not to mention, I thought, I was your friend.  I deserve a
little respect, don't you think?" I asked realizing I was sounding a bit
like my father.  "Okay, you're right.  I'm sorry." "That isn't good enough.
We're going to lay down some laws, or your not coming with me." "You're
going to abandon me again?" she asked.  "Yes.  Unless you agree to some
rules." "More rules?" "More rules!" I stated.  "One, Anita was the first
and last person you invite into the RV.  It's my RV.  It's my decision who
rides and who doesn't.  If you want to offer someone a ride, you ask me
first and not in front of them so I feel obligated or something. 
Understood?" She nodded.  "Good.  Two, If you go out, you tell me where
you're going and when you will return.  If you're going to be late, or if
your plans change, you call and tell me.  I have the cell phone just for
that reason.  If you don't, I will abandon you again and you won't be
welcomed back.  Understood?" I asked again.  She nodded again.  "Three, you
do not bring anyone else back to the RV for purposes of sex.  If you want
to have sex with someone else, that's fine.  But you won't do it here,
ousting me from my own RV.  Get your own room, or go to theirs.  But don't
bring them here." "I didn't do that!" She insisted.  "I didn't say you did.
But it was the next step.  Now, it isn't.  Four, you will remain dressed at
all times while the RV is in motion.  That means no more teasing me with no
panties or whatever." "I thought you liked that," She said with a little
smile.  "I do, but it's distracting and I don't need a wreck.  And I sure
don't need a ticket for your pornographic behavior on the highway."
"Understood," She said with her eyes closed.  "Now, I have a question for
you." "Which is?" She said with a smile.  Her eyes popped open and she
looked at me.  "What is the status of our relationship?" "What do you
mean?" She asked.  "Are we a couple?  Are we monogamous?  Do we see other
people?  Are you a lesbian?  Bi-sexual?  or just into experimenting?" "One,
Not in the way you mean.  Two, Never, I don't believe in it.  Three, I
already have and I believe you have too.  Four, No, but I play one on TV.
Five, No again and Six, Yes, always.  Is that a problem for you?" She
smiled at me.  At least I knew where I stood now.  I stood up and circled
the room.  "I have hidden you some clothes somewhere in this room.  Find
them and be in the RV in fifteen minutes or be left behind." I smiled at
her and exited the room.  I heard her yell after me but didn't understand
it through the now closed hotel room door.  I went downstairs, checked out
and paid the bill and then waited for her in the RV.  I had told a little
lie.  Her clothes were in the room, they weren't all together though, but
none of them would be to hard for her to find.  I hid her panties inside
one of her own pillowcases.  Her bra was in the bathroom mirror medicine
cabinet, her shoes and socks were hidden in the drawers of the chest of
drawers, her shirt was tucked under the bed and her pants were hung on the
inside of the bathroom door on a hook intended for bathrobes.  I also
didn't intend to leave her.  I had given her the deadline so she would
hurry.  She did.  I timed her; she jumped into the RV after only eleven
minutes.  "Find everything?" I asked with a smile on my face.  I sat there
and pictured her running around the hotel room like crazy, buck naked and
furious, trying to pull on clothes and still make it to the RV inside the
time limit.  I knew she'd make it, none of them was that hard to find.  "I
found only one sock and I didn't find any panties or a bra." She said,
still huffing and puffing from the exercise.  "Your sock was in one of the
drawers." I started the RV.  "your bra was in the medicine cabinet behind
the bathroom mirror and your panties were tucked into the pillowcase you
were sleeping on.  Guess they're gone now." I put the RV in drive and
pulled out of the parking lot.  "You cock sucker." I knew she was just
teasing.  I looked over at her and smiled and then pulled out on to the
road.  "Where are we going?" "You still want to go to California don't
you?" "Yes." "Well, we're headed that way.  We'll go back south into
Dallas/Fort Worth and then west through New Mexico and Arizona and then
into LA.  Okay with you?" "Fine by me!" she said.  "Why didn't we just stay
in the hotel another night and then start out tomorrow morning though?"
"Cuz I wanted to get back on the road.  I was starting to miss it." She
shrugged, seemed to accept that and sat back to watch the scenery and the
traffic.  I thought about how just a few days ago I was miserable out on
the road.  For some reason, Lynn's call and Missy's return put me back into
the swing of it.  I felt normal for the first time since New Orleans.  We
stopped and got Missy some lunch and then hit the highways.  We managed to
get into Arkansas by nightfall and stopped somewhere in Central Arkansas
for the night.  We fell back into old routines.  Just like I had never
abandoned her.  She got out and guided me as I backed into the spot.  I got
out and plugged us in and drained the waste from the truck and filled the
RV with water.  Meanwhile she got back in, undressed, and cooked dinner. 
Dinner wasn't much.  I hadn't been grocery shopping for a while and the RV
only held so much food.  We ended up eating cold cuts and partially stale
bread.  Toasting it helped take away the effect.  We were now out of bread,
milk, meat, and any number of food staples such as potatoes, rice and
macaroni and cheese, one of my personal favorites.  After finishing off the
cold cuts, the last of it without bread, we sat and watched TV while eating
a quart of chocolate ice cream.  We finally got full.  She offered me a
blowjob but I turned it down.  Instead I told her to get dressed and we
headed for the small general store up at the corner.  We bought a loaf of
bread, a half-gallon of milk, a dozen eggs and some candy.  The night was
hot and humid and there were some nasty mosquitoes roaming the area, I had
hoped to sit outside for a while, but that soon became unbearable so we
went back inside.  Thankfully the night passed pretty quietly.