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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 13 - Day 15 & 16 Saturday & Sunday Missy served me breakfast in
bed the next morning.  She had cooked up about eight of the eggs we had
bought the night before and used the last of my tomatoes to make a poor
man's omelet.  She also served the last of the coffee.  Or so I was
informed.  Definitely time for a trip to the grocery store.  This was
getting serious.  As we ate we decided to drive to Little Rock, stop there
and get groceries and then still try to make it to Dallas that night.  It
would be a long day.  We finished breakfast, showered together, had sex
while we were there and then got on the road by ten in the morning.  I was
feeling pretty good.  We made it to Little Rock in two hours, stopped and
had lunch at a steak house and went to the supermarket.  Our shopping list
was long.  Putting it all away took even longer.  We didn't get back on the
road until after three in the afternoon.  We made it to Dallas about eight
that night but got caught in traffic on the highway going through the city
itself.  I heard on the radio that there was a big accident ahead of us and
knew we wouldn't be going anywhere for a long time.  Missy was in the back.
"Miss." I hollered.  "Yeah?" She said as she started forward.  "We're going
to be here a while.  Tractor trailer jack knifed and flipped up the road a
bit.  They're diverting traffic, but we already passed the off-ramp.  We're
not going anywhere until it's cleaned up." She sat down in the passengers
seat and looked out at the string of taillights.  "Have you ever noticed
that taillights in heavy traffic look sort of like a Christmas tree?" She
asked.  "Yeah, kind of pretty as long as you don't have to sit in it." She
smiled at me.  Stood up between the seats came over to me, kissed me and
lowered herself to her knees.  "Put it in park.  Watch the traffic, let me
know if they start moving." I wondered what she was up to but did what she
said.  While I put it in park she undid my seat belt and then my pants. 
She held my penis with two fingers, kissed the tip and then sucked it into
her mouth.  My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt myself getting hard
in her mouth.  I haven't had many blow jobs in my life, but that was
definitely one of the better ones.  She took her time, she didn't suck to
hard or to soft, she didn't rush it, she never scraped me with her teeth
and when I came in her mouth, she swallowed it freely and willingly and
begged for more.  After I came, she continued to suck me for a few minutes
more, licking me clean so to speak and then pulled away.  "You don't mind
do you?" She asked with a smile.  I lifted up and started re-doing my
pants. I couldn't believe she had done that with all this traffic around.
"No, not at all." I said.  Fuck the rules right?  She went back to the back
again.  I re-buckled my seat belt, put the RV in drive and allowed it to
creep forward the three or four feet the traffic had moved over the last
fifteen minutes or so.  It was another hour before we finally passed the
scene of the accident.  By then, the mess had been cleaned up.  We reached
the campsite well after ten o'clock.  After backing the RV in I had to
force myself to go out and plug us in.  I left the waste removal for the
morning and went back inside.  I found Missy asleep on the couch.  I was to
tired to mess with her, so I covered her up and went to bed.  I don't even
remember falling asleep.  When I woke up the next day Missy was beside me.
I curled up with her, laid down and went back to sleep.  To comfortable and
to tired to get up.  Later, she woke me up with a kiss.  The kiss
continued. Then another and another.  Soon she was on her back and I was
leaning over her, kissing her very softly.  My hand roaming over her soft,
warm, smooth body.  Rubbing her cheeks, her neck, Fondling her breasts,
moving down her belly to the patch of hair at her hips.  We didn't talk or
anything.  It was all very soft, very romantic and very, very spontaneous.
My finger slid between her cunt lips and found her clit.  I played with it
and she moaned.  I rubbed it and she moaned louder.  I put in another
finger, pinched her clit between my fingers and then rubbed and she moaned
again.  I continued kissing her the whole time.  It just seemed right.  I
felt her hand slide into my briefs and her fingers wrap around my solid
erection.  I didn't want to fuck her.  I wanted to pleasure her right then.
I wanted to make love to her.  That's when I decided there was a difference
between sex and making love.  The motions may be the same but the
difference is in the emotion that goes along with it.  Right then, I didn't
care if I got my nuts off, I just wanted to make her purr and scream and
claw at me out of desire.  I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her.
I guess that's the one thing I took away from my time with Lynn.  My brain
wasn't working, everything was done on pure instinct.  It was wonderful.  I
brought her to orgasm using nothing but my fingers and kissing.  I pushed
my fingers deep inside her body and she was warm and wet and soft and
beautiful and I watched her face as she writhed and screamed through each
orgasm.  It was the most erotic thing I think I've ever seen.  Listening to
her scream from an orgasm that I had given her.  This continued for over an
hour.  I counted twelve separate orgasms for her.  I soon learned that if
you keep rubbing, the orgasm will continue.  The last three or so were each
a few minutes long.  When I finally pulled my fingers out, her body
collapsed beneath me.  Sweat was pouring from her forehead.  Her breathing
was heavy and her eyes stayed closed.  I kissed her again, then lifted
myself up and got between her legs.  I had to taste her.  I spread her
legs, hooking her knees over my shoulders and buried my face in her warm
wet cunt.  My tongue found her clit and she started screaming again.  I
sucked it into my mouth and her orgasm continued.  As I continued to suck
on her clit I slid a finger inside her and began finger fucking her.  She
clawed at the bed and hollered and screamed and begged for more.  I was
more than happy to oblige.  I gave her more and more and more.  I ate her
for more than twenty minutes.  When I was done, she told me she couldn't
take anymore.  She was worn out.  I got on top of her.  It was incredible
how wet she was and how easily my erection slid into her.  She begged me
not to but I continued.  Soon the begging changed for more, for harder, for
faster.  I fucked her very slowly, very methodically.  Kissing her lips and
nipples often.  When I felt myself about to cum, I pushed myself deep
inside her and let go.  She clawed at my back and screamed from another
orgasm, pressing her hips up, trying to get closer, trying to get me deeper
inside.  Finally, we both collapsed on the bed.  The sheets were drenched
in sweat and neither of us could think straight.  So we laid there, holding
each other close and slept some more.

   Chapter 14 Dallas To New Mexico I woke up about eleven the next morning.
Missy was still out cold.  I kissed her forehead and carefully rolled out
of the bed.  I showered and shaved and then ate.  I went back and checked
on Missy before I pulled up stakes and headed out again.  I had high hopes
of making it all the way across Texas in one day.  The plan was not to stop
until we hit New Mexico.  Missy woke up and came forward about 12:30 PM. 
She was dressed in nothing but her panties and a woman's undershirt.  Both
were black and I could barely keep my eyes on the road.  I wanted to take
her back to bed and make her scream even more.  I realized then that I
hated the idea of her not traveling with me after we got to LA.  I sat
there and thought about it the whole time I was driving.  Ways to sabotage
the trip to keep her there, ways not to sabotage the trip but still keep
her there, what to say or do to make sure she didn't leave or at least not
leave so soon or forever.  I thought of a half dozen or more ways and sat
there as I drove wondering if I should use them.  The ideas were many and
varied:
Propose Marriage.  If she accepted, it would keep her with me forever.

My parents would kill me though.  That is...  If I actually married her. 
Get lost.  Take the wrong road, take another wrong road.  Don't go near LA
until it was time to go home...  in two and a half months.  Ask her to
stay. Straight forward and simple.  Stay with her in LA.  Go to college in
California.  I'd been accepted at one college, no reason I couldn't get
accepted at another.  Knowingly detour the trip.  Tell her I had a friend I
wanted or needed to visit somewhere else and it had to be right now.  Hold
her against her will.  Force her to stay with me.  Those were the six
alternatives I had come up with.  I also wondered if picking up a new
companion would work.  Make her jealous.  I also thought about just doing
as she asked, and taking her to LA and leaving her there.  It was a
miserable idea, but it was what I had promised to do.  Missy sat there,
apparently day-dreaming or thinking, paying no attention as semi's came
alongside, checked out her half naked body, blew their horns and moved on.
I wondered how often truckers got that kind of view.  I wondered if I
should become a trucker.  I had enjoyed my days on the road, all alone or
with others.  Maybe that was the life for me.  Maybe college wasn't what I
needed or wanted right then.  Maybe I wanted to be on the road.  Like that
old Eddie Rabbit or Willie Nelson song.  Maybe I wanted to be on the road
having fun with my friends.  Was she really my friend was the question I
couldn't answer.  Neither of us had ever said anything about love or
whatever.  It was almost like the sex was her way of paying me for the
ride. I wondered if that's how she saw it.  I wondered what that meant
about last night I wondered what she was thinking about.  I wondered if she
was thinking the same thing.  I didn't ask and she didn't volunteer. 
Neither of us really spoke that much that day.  If I needed something, I'd
ask, she'd get it, I'd say thank you, she'd say your welcome and sit back
down and things would go quiet again.  Very little talking.  We pulled into
a campsite in New Mexico at about eight PM that night.  I went out and
hooked us up and as always, she started dinner.  We ate in total silence. I
went outside afterwards and was reading a book, she stayed inside and
watched TV.  It was well after midnight before one of us gave in.  I'm glad
it was her and not me.  She came outside dressed in sweats and that same
undershirt and sat down beside me.  No one else was out, everyone had gone
to bed.  "Jason?" She started without looking at me.  "Yeah?" I said and
set my book down.  I glanced over at her, but then looked away.  "Are you
in love with me?" She asked.  I'm sure I saw a tear in her eye when I
looked over.  She turned her head so I couldn't see it though.  "I don't
know.  I'm not sure what it would feel like.  I know I like you very much.
And I know I don't look forward to dropping you in LA.  I don't want you to
leave.  I know I've never felt this way about anyone before.  If this isn't
love, I can't wait to fall in love because it must be incredible." I said
in a rare moment of clarity and poetry.  "I think it's best if you drop me
off somewhere tomorrow and we separate." She started to stand up and go
back inside.  I grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto my lap.  "Why? 
Because I'm in love with you?  Or because you feel the same way?" She
turned to me and she was crying.  She just stared at me for a minute. 
Pulled her wrist free and stood up and headed for the door.  She opened the
door, stopped, looked at me.  "Yes." She said and then went inside.  I sat
there for a second trying to figure out what that meant.  I had asked two
questions, she gave only one answer.  Which question was she answering.  Or
was it both?  I picked up my book and went inside.  The RV was totally
dark. I turned on a light and looked around.  She was in the bed above the
cab.  Her back to me, curled up.  I took the hint.  I turned the light off
and went to my bedroom.  When I got up the next day, Missy was gone.  She
had left a note saying she had called herself a cab and was going to LA and
good-bye.  I put the note in my scrapbook, without eating breakfast, I
unhooked and started to drive.  I considered going to look for her, but
knew it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.  The chances of
actually coming upon her were incredible.  I drove, not really knowing
where I was headed or going in any specific direction.  I stopped only
once. Don't ask me why.  I stopped and picked up two hitchhikers.  One
male, one female.  They introduced themselves to me, but I paid very little
attention.  I just wanted someone in the RV besides me.  I had gotten used
to it.  They didn't say much, they didn't do much.  They sat at the table
most of the day talking to each other and paying me very little mind.  I
just drove.  I drove until almost nine PM.  I finally pulled into a hotel.
By this time I had totally forgotten about the two people in the back.  I
got out of the drivers seat and went back to get my overnight bag.  That's
when I saw them and remembered they were there.  They were curled up in the
bunk above the cab together.  I suddenly missed Erin or Missy or any of the
others.  I stood there and stared at them.  Wondering what to do with them.
I wasn't going to leave them in the RV all night by themselves.  I'd come
out the next morning and find everything gone, possibly including the RV. I
couldn't just wake them up and tell them to get out.  I shrugged, dropped
my overnight bag on the floor and headed for the bedroom.  We sat parked in
the hotel parking lot all night.

   Chapter 15 Colorado I was woke up by someone pounding on the door.  I
slipped on my bathrobe and stumbled to the door.  "Who is it?" I yelled as
I tripped over the bag I had dropped.  "I'm the manager of the hotel." A
woman yelled back.  I didn't understand what she was talking about for a
second, then it all came back to me.  I looked over at the bunk above the
cab.  Empty.  I opened the door.  "Hi.  What can I do for you?" "You're
trespassing.  In order to park in our parking lot, you either need a
reservation or be an employee.  Are you either of those?" "If I pay for a
room for last night.  Will you drop it?" I asked wanting to get this over
with.  "Sounds reasonable." The little female manager said.  "Fine.  Can I
get a room for tonight also?  I mean a real room.  One where I can sleep.
I've been living in this RV for a week." "I think we've got some vacancies.
Come on in when you're ready and we'll see what we can do." "Thanks." I
said and closed the door.  I looked over at the bunk again.  Still empty. I
checked the bathroom, no one there.  Either they had gone out or they had
ditched me.  I couldn't even remember their names.  I showered and dressed,
grabbed up the overnight bag, locked the RV up and headed into the hotel.
They got me a room up on the third floor.  I dumped the bag in the room and
headed for the restaurant in the lobby.  It was there that I met up with
the two hitchhikers.  They actually spotted me first and the young woman
came over and invited me to join them.  I took them up on it and sat down
and ordered.  They re-introduced themselves, thankfully and I actually paid
attention.  Their names were Danny and Dani.  Ironic huh?  Danny, the male,
was early twenties, tall, thin, had long brown hair tied up in a pony tail
and a scruffy looking beard.  Dani, the female, had shoulder length brown
hair, was also tall and thin and nice curves in all the right places. 
Danny was rather quiet.  Dani was rather talkative.  Actually she never
shut up.  Danny knew about cars and motorcycles, Dani knew about clothes
and kids.  That's pretty much all we talked about.  Danny wanted to know
about the RV and it's engine.  Dani wanted to know all about me and was
anxious to talk about how they ended up where they were.  They were headed
for Seattle.  Danny had a friend there who owned his own car lot.  Danny
had been offered a job fixing the used cars for him.  Apparently they had
been on the road for about five days when I met up with them.  They had
started in Michigan somewhere and were hitching the whole way.  It was then
that I realized, even I didn't know where we were exactly.  I had paid very
little attention to the road the day before and I wasn't sure where we had
wound up.  During one of Dani's few moments of silence I had to tell them.
"I guess I should tell you, I checked into the hotel.  I'm planning to
spend tonight here and get back on the road tomorrow.  You all are welcome
to stick around and travel with me if you want, but..." I didn't want to
finish the sentence.  Luckily I didn't have to.  Danny stepped in.  "And
you don't know or trust us enough to let us stay in your RV.  We don't have
enough money to get a hotel room and we can't expect you to pay all of it."
Danny nodded.  It was apparent, this had happened before.  "Don't worry
about it.  We'll make our way back to the highway and get a new ride. 
Ain't a biggie bro." Danny dismissed the whole thing with a wave of his
hand and took another swallow of his coffee.  I felt bad, but he had gotten
it exactly right.  Hell, I couldn't even sleep with the girl.  At least
with Erin and Missy and even Anita, I had gotten sex.  I couldn't ask Dani
for sex with her boyfriend sitting right beside her.  After breakfast, I
let them back in the RV, they got they're stuff and headed back down the
road.  Danny's thumb stuck up in the air already trying to get a ride.  I
headed for my hotel room.  It wasn't much, a room with one bed and a
bathroom.  It did have a TV and a telephone though.  I read the brochure to
find out where I was, I learned I was near Denver, Colorado.  I laid in bed
and watched TV for a few hours and then called my parents.  My mother
answered.  "Hi mom.  It's your wayward son." I said with a touch of
sarcasm. "Jason.  How are you?  Are you in trouble?" She asked.  Always the
first questions out of her mouth when I was away from home.  "I'm fine, and
No I'm not in trouble.  Not yet anyway." "Where are you?" "I'm in a small
town outside Denver.  Got here last night.  I checked into a hotel.  I'm
going to spend tonight here and then be on the road again tomorrow." "Are
you having fun?  Is it everything you expected?" She asked "Actually It's a
little more than I expected." I answered, trying to keep the quiver out of
my voice.  "Oh, what's that mean?" My mother the inquisitor general.  "It's
a long story Mom.  I'll tell you all about it when I get home." "You aren't
picking up hitchhikers are you?" She asked.  I swear that woman can read my
mind.  "Uh no Mom.  I know better." I crossed my fingers and made myself
promise to go to church to seek forgiveness for my lying.  "I've got to go.
The maids here.  Talk to you later.  Bye" I hung up before she could stop
me.  It wasn't even noon yet and my day was already shot.  I laid in bed
and watched soap operas and dozed on and off.  About four PM someone
knocked at my door and brought me out of my daze.  I went to the door,
opened it and four young men rushed in.  Literally picking me up as they
went.  They carried me back into the room, threw me onto the bed and each
grabbed a limb.  They were all yelling something but my mind was trying to
figure out what was going on and they were yelling to fast to understand
any of it.  Someone came in behind them and shut the door.  They stopped
yelling.  Each one held down one of my limbs.  One on each arm and one on
each leg.  A very nice looking young woman stepped out of the doorway.  She
was dressed in a blue and gold cheerleaders outfit with an "A" on the
front. She had extremely long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, perfect
little baseball sized tits and legs to kill for.  She looked at the four
guys holding me down and then at me.  Then smiled.  "Uh guys, that isn't
him." The four big guys looked from the girl, to me and then back at the
girl.  "What do you mean?" One of the guys shouted.  "I mean, we got the
wrong room or something.  That isn't him." I looked from the girl to each
guy.  They all looked down at me and then slowly realized what had
happened. One at a time, they let go of me.  "Thank you." I said as I sat
up on the bed.  "What the hell is this?" I yelled.  The girl, the leader,
spoke up first.  "I'm sorry.  The desk clerk must have given us the wrong
room number.  My boyfriend is home from college.  It's the first time we've
seen each other since Christmas.  This was supposed to be a surprise for
him.  These guys played football with him and..." She didn't finish the
sentence.  "Uh guys I think we better go.  I'm really sorry." "Yeah, us
too." One of the guys said as they followed the girl out the door.  "We
didn't hurt you did we?" "No, thank you for asking." I sat there on the
bed, dumbfounded, as they all left the room.  It took a few minutes to
figure it all out and get it straight in my head.  Once I did though.  A
few questions came to mind.  Like: 1) If those guys played football with
him, why didn't they know I wasn't the right guy.  2) What were they
planning to do with the poor guy once they had him pinned.  3) How the hell
did they get the wrong room number?  Hotels don't give out room numbers. 
It's against policy.  4) With all those questions, the girl MUST have been
lying through her teeth.  I reached over and grabbed the phone and called
the front desk.  They were of very little help.  But they did confirm what
I already knew.  They would have called before giving a room number.  They
also notified me that no one matching the description of four football
players and a cheerleader had come to the desk recently.  Which told me,
they were lying about being given a wrong room number.  Even if the hotel
would have given it.  So who were they?  And what the hell were they up to?
I love a mystery and had to find out.  I was up like a shot and at the
door. I opened the door and looked out.  No one around.  No sign of which
way they went or where they went.  There was one other possibility.  I
headed for the elevator and went to the top floor.  I was in room 312, I
wanted to check on room 412.  I knocked on 412 but got no answer.  That was
useful.  I head for 212 next.  Again I knocked, an old lady answered the
door.  I told her I must have the wrong room and apologized.  "If your
looking for your friends, they went down that way." She said pointing to
the stairway.  "My friends?" "Yes, five other young people, four young men
and a young lady, dressed as a cheerleader.  They were just here." "Thank
you." I said.  I waved at her and headed off after my quarry.  I ran down
the steps to the first floor.  I ended up at the opposite end of the hall
from the front desk.  There was an exit but I wanted to check out room 112
first.  I went to the room and knocked.  No answer.  I ran down the hall
and out the back door.  I spotted them crossing the street headed for a
Burger King.  I stood there, waiting to see where they went.  They went
into the Burger King.  I smiled.  I had them.  I ran back to my room and
grabbed my wallet and headed across the street.  When I got to the Burger
King I was careful not to let them see me.  First I found where they were
sitting and then found the least visible entrance.  I went in, got in line,
keeping my back to the five teens and ordered a small lunch.  This was the
most fun I'd had while dressed, since I started on this trip.  I got my
tray and slid in beside a group of senior citizens, using the old folks to
hide myself.  I moved to a table right next to them, but on the other side
of a partition.  I could hear them, but couldn't see them and they couldn't
see me.  Just as I sat down I heard the girl speak.  "I can't imagine what
that guy up on the third floor is thinking.  You four busting into his room
like that.  His face was priceless." She giggled.  "Just doing what you
told us." One of the brutes said.  "I know," The blond said.  "I'm not
blaming you.  I'm just saying.  That must have been the shock of his life.
Wonder what he's going to tell people." Laughter all around.  "So what do
we do now Chrissy?" One of the brutes asked.  "We wait for him to check in.
Obviously he isn't getting room 312, since it's occupied.  Something must
have delayed him or something.  They must have given away his reservation.
He isn't going to be happy.  Nothing changes though, We just push the
timeline back a little." "So do we sit here and wait?" One of the huge men
asked.  "If necessary, I'll sit right here and wait all day long." "Okay
Chrissy." One of the jocks agreed.  They went quiet after that.  I ate as
slow as I could.  Even once my food was gone I continued to sip on my soda
so no one wondered why I was there.  When my soda ran out I started
pretending there was soda in it.  It was two hours before anything
happened. "Chrissy, isn't that his car?" One of them said.  I turned to see
a black Camaro pull into the hotel parking lot.  "That's it.  I thought
maybe he had gotten a new car, but I guess not.  We'll stay here for a few
more minutes.  Let him get into his room." They all talked among
themselves. I watched a young man in a suit and tie get out of the car,
circle the sports car, open the passengers side door and a tall blonde step
out beside him.  "That's the bitch he's been seeing I guess." I heard
Chrissy say over the partition.  "I don't believe he had the guts to bring
her here." "He ain't that big.  I could smash him." One of the jocks said.
The other three all cheered and I could hear them giving each other high
five's.  I stood up, careful to keep my back to them, emptied my tray and
slid out of the restaurant.  I crossed the street and made my way to the
hotel.  When I stepped into the main lobby the man was still at the desk.
The tall blond beside him.  I could overhear him arguing with the desk
clerk.  He wanted his room!  He didn't want another room.  He wanted room
312.  My room.  I sat down near the desk and pretended to read the
newspaper.  I listened as best I could to the conversation between the man
in the suit and the desk clerk.  He finally gave in and took another room.
Room 415.  I waited until he was on the elevator and headed for the back
door where Chrissy and friends would be coming in.  I took a position in
the ice machine room and waited.  It was about ten minutes before they
appeared.  I smiled and stepped into the hallway in front of them.  "Hi." I
said with a smile.  "I know what room your boyfriend is in.  I was in the
lobby when he came in.  Want to know?" I stood there staring Chrissy down,
a smile across my face spreading from ear to ear.  "Yeah, I want to know.
What room?" Chrissy said with a smile.  "Not quite yet.  Follow me.  Tell
your goon squad to wait in the lobby." "No." Was her only reply.  I
shrugged and started to walk away from them.  "Guess you don't want to know
to badly then huh?" I looked back, smiled and kept going.  "No skin off of
my nose." I kept walking.  I could hear the five of them talking in
whispered tones and then I heard Chrissy come running up behind me.  I
stopped at the elevator and waited.  She came up and stood beside me. 
"Okay, what do you want?" She asked rather demandingly.  "I want you to
come with me and I want your goon squad to stay here.  Don't worry, I'm not
going to make you do anything you don't want to do." I looked over at her.
The four defense men were about ten feet behind her.  She looked from me to
them and then back.  "Okay, but lay a hand on me, they'll kill you." "Don't
you think I already know that." The elevator arrived and I stepped inside.
Turned to face her.  "Are you coming?" I pushed the button for the third
floor and waited.  "You guys wait here.  If I'm not back in..." "An hour."
I said as the doors started to close.  She stuck her foot in and the
elevator doors opened again.  "Thirty minutes, come to his room and kick
the door in." They all nodded and agreed and she stepped onto the elevator.
The doors closed and the elevator started up.  "So what do you want?" She
asked.  Her voice was full of distaste.  "Not here.  Wait until we're in my
room." I said.  She didn't like it, but she didn't say another word.  The
elevator stopped and we stepped off.  She followed me to the room and I
unlocked the door.  I allowed her to go in first, which was beneficial
because I saw the head of one of her goons peek around the doorway to the
stairs.  They were going to listen at the door.  If she screamed or tried
to leave, they'd be there to protect her.  I wondered what she had over
them.  Maybe she was sleeping with them.  I stepped into the room and
closed the door without showing any sign that I had seen or recognized the
football jock.  Chrissy turned to me and glared as I leaned against the
door.  "Okay, so what now?" "First, tell me the real story.  What's going
on?" "No first you tell me what my boyfriend looks like?" "He's wearing a
gray, three piece, double breasted suit with a yellow tie.  He has collar
length blonde hair and drives a black Camaro.  Oh yeah, one other thing, he
has a blond on his arm that has legs to kill or die for.  Am I right?"
"Yeah that's him." She said, kind of sad.  "I know.  I was eavesdropping
while you were at Burger King.  I followed you over there.  When your
boyfriend arrived I came back, sat in the lobby reading a newspaper as he
argued with the desk clerk about his reservation.  Apparently, his plane
was grounded in Chicago due to fog.  That's why he was late." I said, I was
still leaning against the door.  I heard the heavy footsteps of her goons
outside.  They were now listening.  "Now, tell me the truth, who is he and
why are you after him?" "I told you the truth.  Or most of it.  His name is
Douglas Thompson, he was my boyfriend for the last three years.  We met
when he was a freshman at the university.  I was a freshman in high school.
He recently graduated College and moved to Chicago to work.  He promised he
would send for me the day I graduated.  That was six months ago.  I haven't
heard from him since.  I found out from a mutual friend that he was coming
into town and wanted to find out why he hadn't called." "So he never played
football with your goons?" I asked, just to make sure.  "No, they're my
age. They're here to kick his ass if he's cheating on me." "Well, they're
going to be busy.  For now though." I stepped away from the door, my hand
stayed on the door knob though.  I opened the door as I spoke.  "Tell your
goons I'm not the one they're beating up." I opened the door quickly and
there stood one of her goons.  His eyes wide open like a deer caught in the
headlights.  She smiled.  "Tony, I'm fine.  Wait downstairs.  Please?" She
said with her doe eyes.  It worked.  He apologized and headed off, his head
hung in shame.  I pushed the door closed and moved towards her.  "How did
you know he was there?" "I saw him peeking out the door to the stairway
after you came in the room but before I shut the door." "So, what do I have
to do to get you to tell me the room number?" I went to the
mini-refrigerator and pulled out two sodas.  "Hold on, why the cheerleader
costume?  Are you a cheerleader?" I handed her a diet soda and popped one
open for myself.  "Yes actually I am.  That's not why I wore it though.  He
likes me dressed like this." "Who does?  Your boyfriend?" I asked and sat
down on the edge of the bed.  "Doug, yes." She opened the soda and sat down
in a chair.  Staying well clear of me and the bed.  "So what are you going
to do with the blond while you and Doug fight it out?" "Does it matter? 
Are you going to tell me the room number or not?" She asked rather
insistent and started to get up.  "I think I deserve something for my
troubles don't you?  Some re-reimbursement for my time and energies spent
finding out what room your beau is in.  Especially since, without me, you
have no chance of finding out." I said.  I was fighting to stay calm.  I
didn't want to blow this.  She stayed standing.  She glowered at me.  "So
what do you want?  Money?  I don't have much." She hollered.  Good, she was
getting frustrated.  "No, I don't want money.  What's your name by the
way?" I asked, just to annoy her a little more.  "your full name.  I know
your friends call you Chrissy." "My name is Christina Newman.  Most of my
friends call me Cris.  Only those four have gotten in the habit of calling
me Chrissy.  I hate it honestly." "Do you mind if I call you Cris?" "You
can call me whatever you want once you tell me what room Doug is in!"
"There are twenty-five rooms per floor.  Four floors, that's one hundred
rooms.  Are you going to knock on every door?" I asked with an innocent,
eat shit and die, smile.  "No, I'll post one of my boys on each floor and
wait until he comes out." "Meanwhile he's in his room, banging his new
girlfriend." I knew that would irritate her even more.  She had to be mad.
I had to make her need to know that room number, right there, right then. I
couldn't risk her leaving and actually doing her plan.  If she did, I'd get
nothing.  Funs over.  "He could be doing that right now while I'm playing
with you.  Tell me the damn room number!" She yelled.  Good, it was
working. "Hey, don't get nasty with me or you can leave right now.  Spend
the day looking for your cheating boyfriend, not like I care." "What do you
want?  Tell me!" She screamed at me.  "Take off your clothes." I said
rather calmly.  She just looked at me.  Her mouth hanging open.  "Take off
your clothes.  All of them." I said again.  She pulled herself together and
turned away from me and went to the sliding glass door that led out to the
patio.  "Why?" She asked.  "That's what I want for the room number.  I want
you to undress.  Right in front of me.  Right down to your birthday suit."
"Then what?" She asked never looking at me.  "Then I'm going to blindfold
you.  Put you on the bed and have sex with you like you've never had sex
before and see if I can get you to forget about Doug.  If after were done,
you still want the room number, I'll give it to you." "And If I refuse?"
She asked, her back still to me.  "Then it well be up to you to find some
way of re-imbursing me for my time spent helping you.  Otherwise, you can
leave now.  Spend the day looking for him." I smiled, this was fun.  I
stood up and stripped off my T-shirt and threw it across the room.  It
landed on top of my overnight bag.  I'm almost sure she could see what I
was doing from my reflection in the glass door.  She turned to me.  Looked
me over quickly and then stood up straight and tried to keep herself
together.  "How do I know you really do know the room number?" She asked.
Fighting to keep her eyes locked on my face and away from the bulge in my
pants.  "It's called faith." I said with a smile as I started unbuckling my
belt and undoing the jeans.  "Please stop.  Just give me a minute to think
about it." She turned back to the glass door.  I smiled and sat back down
on the bed.  My jeans still unbuttoned.  "Take all the time you need." I
said.  The room went deathly quiet.  It started to rain outside.  Pour
actually.  She just stood there staring out the window.  I took a couple
more drinks from my soda.  Her soda sat abandoned on the table across the
room.  It was about ten minutes before she turned back to me.  She took a
deep breath and then started.  "I want to know the room number first.  If
it's right, I'll have sex with you." "No way.  Once you have the room
number, you have no reason to have sex with me.  How about this," I took a
breath and hope this worked.  "You go in the bathroom and take off your
clothes.  Once they're off, open the door and throw them out.  Don't come
out though.  While you're in there, I'll hide your clothes.  Once hidden,
I'll call you out.  Then, while you're totally naked and unable to leave,
I'll let you call the lobby and tell your goons the room number.  You can
also tell them you'll be more than thirty minutes.  They can sit on the
room, make sure he doesn't leave, while we have sex.  That sounds fair to
me.  How about you?" She turned her back to me again and thought some more.
The problem she was having was that she was already mad at Doug, then she
was mad at me, and now she was scared and a little humiliated.  A little
humility never hurt anyone.  It was interfering with her thought process.
Otherwise she would have left long before then.  Emotions are a wonderful
and terrible thing.  She spoke so softly I almost didn't hear her.  "How do
I know you won't hurt me?" "If I did, your goons know where I am.  They
know what I look like.  I'd be caught almost immediately.  I'm not going to
hurt you, I'm not going to force you to do anything." "You are forcing me.
Rape doesn't have to be a physical thing.  It can also be done by..." She
didn't finish the sentence.  Good thing too.  "I'm not making you do
anything.  It's all your choice.  You won't die if you don't get Doug's
room number.  You could walk out of here right now and live a perfectly
normal life without ever knowing Doug's room number.  You could go home and
go meet your friends at the mall and never see Doug again, your life would
not be substantially altered.  You choose to stay.  If you do this, you
choose to do it because you want to know what room Doug is in, not because
you need to know what room Dougie is in." I knew that argument.  I had
taken a class in law in high school.  The girl may be a cheerleader, but
she certainly wasn't a ditz.  "It's up to you Cris." I stood up and started
unzipping my jeans.  "Okay." she said and headed for the bathroom.  I
smiled.  She turned back to me and looked me over again.  "I'll do what you
want.  But if your lying, I'll have them beat you to a pulp." She said. 
She turned and went into the bathroom.  That was fine.  I had no problem
giving them the room number once I got what I wanted.  It was about five
minutes before I heard the bathroom door open and saw her clothes come
flying out.  They landed right in front of the main door.  I heard the
bathroom door shut again and went over and picked up her clothes.  I made
sure everything was there.  Cheerleader outfit, little white panties, a
cute little bra, shoes and ankle socks.  That seemed like everything.  I
double checked to make sure the door was closed and started moving around
the room.  Opening drawers, kicking different things, moving things around.
I messed up the beds a little and moved my bag from it's normal spot to the
table.  I even opened and closed the sliding glass door and the main exit
just so she wouldn't know where I had stuck her clothes.  In the end, they
ended up in the very back of the very bottom drawer in the chest of
drawers. It hung open just a bit but not enough for her to see her clothes.
Finally, I called her out.  I was waiting for her.  I was now dressed in
only my white jockey shorts.  She came out wrapped in one of the hotels
white towels.  "No, no, no, you must be naked.  Take off the towel." I
said. She did as I asked.  Just the sight of her was enough to get me hard
again.  She was nicely tanned all over.  Her blonde hair hung down to just
above her ass.  Her eyes were the same shade of blue as a clear winters
day's sky.  Her mouth was small and her lips red.  Her shoulders looked
smooth and her arms were tiny as were her hands.  Her breasts were just
about the size of a baseball and stuck out proudly.  Nipples erect.  Her
belly had a slight paunch but it worked for her.  Her hips were rounded and
nicely shaven or waxed.  Her legs were long and shapely and tanned.  She
was perfect.  I smiled as I looked her over.  "Put the towel back in the
bathroom and come over here." I waved her to one of the beds.  She tossed
the towel back towards the bathroom and came over and sat down right next
to the phone.  "I'm going to blindfold you.  Once I do, lay down.  I will
dial the front desk, ask for your friends and then hand you the phone.  Do
not say anything that will get them up here or make them suspicious.  Just
tell them that you're going to be a while longer and that here's the room
number.  I'll give it to you while you're on the phone.  Any questions?"
"Why do I have to be blindfolded?" "Two reasons," I said.  "One, it will
make it harder for you to escape and two because I've always wanted to make
love to a girl who couldn't see what I was about to do to her." I smiled at
her and picked up the blindfold.  It was something I carried with me.  It
looked a little like the Lone Rangers mask with no eye holes.  It was all
black.  "You ready?" "I guess." She said.  I could tell she was slightly
nervous.  Before I got the blindfold on she reached out and pulled down the
front of my briefs.  Exposing my erection.  She looked it over and then
released the underwear.  I slid the blindfold over her eyes and made sure
she couldn't see anything.  Once done I made her lay back on the bed with
her head on the pillows.  "Okay, I'm going to dial now and ask for your
friends.  Once I do, I'll hand you the phone." She just nodded.  I sat on
the edge of the bed next to her and picked up the phone.  Her hand reached
out and found my back.  Her finger nails rubbed gently over my back giving
me goose bumps.  I dialed and the desk clerk answered.  "I have a bit of a
strange request.  There are four rather large young men hanging around down
there right?" I asked the desk clerk when she answered.  "Yes sir.  Is
there a problem?" "No, no, they're actually friends of mine.  I was
wondering if you could get one of them over to the desk and let me talk to
him for just a moment.  I promise it won't take long." "Is there a specific
one you'd like to talk too?" The clerk asked.  "It'd be easier if I had a
name." I almost panicked.  "Uh yeah, Tony." "You want to talk to Tony?" She
clarified.  "Yes please." I said.  "Hold on." The clerk put me on hold. 
"She's getting Tony.  As soon as she gives him the phone I'll hand it to
you." I told Cris who was still rubbing my back.  She stopped rubbing then
and stuck her hand out for me to give her the phone.  I heard the click and
then heard Tony.  "Hello." I handed the phone to Cris as fast as possible.
She took the phone and put it up to her ear.  "Tony, It's me, Chrissy."
There was a pause.  "Yes I'm fine.  He hasn't hurt me or anything." Another
pause.  "Tony, I want you to listen to me." While she was talking I stood
up, stripped off my underpants and got back on the bed,.  now naked, and
straddled her sexy little body.  An arm and a leg on either side of her. 
"He's going to give me the room number right now and I'm going to give it
to you.  I want you and the others to make sure he's telling the truth."
There was another pause.  "No, don't go up there.  Just watch the room and
make sure it's the right room.  As soon as you see him, call me back.  I'll
be here.  It's going to be a while so..." Another pause.  "I'm fine Tony, I
promise.  Now are you ready for the room number?" A short pause.  I lowered
my head so my mouth was next to her free ear so she would hear the room
number, but Tony wouldn't hear me.  "He's in room four one five." I
whispered to her.  "Tony, he's in room four one five." She said just as I
told it to her.  "You got it?" a pause.  "Okay Tony.  I'll meet up with you
all in a while." A pause.  "I don't know, maybe an hour or so.  Call this
room if he leaves or if you spot him." A pause.  "Bye." She pushed the
phone away and I took it from her and hung it up.  "Satisfied?" I asked. 
"Yes." She said.  I put my left knee between her knees and pushed her legs
apart.  She didn't resist.  I lowered my head and gently kissed her
forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her left cheek, then her right
cheek and finally, her lips.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and
returned my kiss as I got between her legs.  She was a damn good kisser.  I
laid my weight down on top of her and she pulled me closer.  She was as
warm and as soft as I figured she would be.  I didn't push.  I didn't even
try to put my tongue in her mouth.  I laid there on top of her, just
enjoying the kissing and being together.  This was going to take a long
time I thought to myself.  I kept kissing her, very softly.  I was
determined for her to enjoy this as much as I did.  I kissed on her for
probably ten minutes, I rubbed her sides and hips as we kissed.  After the
kissing I moved down and started kissing her chin, then down her neck to
her shoulders.  I kissed and nibbled on her shoulder for a while before
going further down.  I didn't use my hands at first.  The first thing she
felt on her breast was my tongue.  Then my lips as I kissed each nipple. 
Her hands were on my shoulders.  I kissed each nipple again and then sucked
one into my mouth.  I heard her inhale and she squeezed my shoulders a bit
harder than she had been.  As I sucked her left nipple, I slid my hand over
the other breast and fondled it and rubbed the nipple with my thumb.  I got
my first moan from her.  Once I did, I changed.  I fondled her left breast
and sucked on her right nipple.  After a few minutes of enjoying her soft
breasts I moved down to her belly.  I kissed a path down her belly to her
hips.  The mat of hair on her hips was either waxed or shaven.  There was
just one small triangle of hair surrounding her slit.  It was wide at the
top and got narrower the further down you went.  I kissed my way over her
bellybutton as I spread her legs further apart.  She seemed to know what
was coming and wrapped her legs around my shoulders.  I laid down between
her legs, looked up to make sure the blindfold was still on and then
carefully spread her small cunt lips with my fingers.  "STOP!" She hollered
suddenly.  I froze.  "I can't do this." She ripped off the blindfold and
threw it on the floor.  She scrambled to escape from me.  I didn't fight
her at all.  She rolled off the bed and onto her feet.  I laid there on my
belly, halfway down the bed looking at her.  "I'm sorry.  I thought I could
do this.  But I can't." Tears were streaming from her eyes as she circled
the room looking for somewhere to escape to.  "Why?" I said.  "Why?  Why
what?  Why can't I do this?  Oh let's see.  Let's see how many reasons
there are...  Hmm...  One, I don't know you, I don't love you.  You don't
know me and you sure don't love me.  Let's see...  Two, I'm a virgin and
I'm not going to surrender my virginity to a complete stranger.  Oh, let's
see, what else?  Oh yeah, Three, I don't have any contraception and you
don't seem to have any either.  I don't even know your name, do you really
think I want to have your baby?" She paced.  Apparently her anger and
humiliation were enough to over run her embarrassment about being naked.  I
rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed.  "The first one, I give you. 
We don't know or love each other.  The second, I didn't know.  The way you
talked about how he liked you to dress up as a cheerleader and all led me
to believe you'd had sex with him and three, you didn't tell me that
either. Not that it really mattered because I had no intention of having
intercourse with you anyway.  If I did, I would have asked if you were on
the pill or something.  When you said no, I would've gotten some condoms
out of my overnight bag right over there." I said pointing to the overnight
bag now on the table.  "What do you mean, you didn't intend to fuck me? 
What the hell were we doing then?" She asked, apparently lost.  "Very
simple, I was enjoying your body.  I was giving you pleasure in hopes that
in return, you would do the same for me.  Possibly with intercourse, but
not necessarily.  What we were doing is called foreplay." "You were about
to give me oral sex!" She hollered rather loudly.  I wasn't sure what to
say for a moment.  "Yeah, so?" I finally got out.  "It's nice to see you're
so casual about all of this." She turned away and went to the bathroom. 
The door slammed shut and I was alone.  I stood up and slid on my briefs
and then got my soda, sat on the edge of the bed and tried to figure out
what had gone wrong.  It was twenty minutes before she came out.  She was
once again wrapped in a towel.  I was laying on the bed watching a re-run
on some cable channel.  "I'd like my clothes back so I can leave." She
said, then hesitated.  Then she said.  "I'm sorry." It was obvious she'd
been crying and I almost did what she wanted.  "There's still the matter of
my payment." I said softly.  "I'm not going to have sex with you!" She
hollered at me.  "Now give me my clothes back before I call the police!" I
stared at her for a minute then pointed to the drawer.  "Bottom drawer on
the left." She turned to the dresser and bent down.  The towel rode up and
I got my first good look at her ass.  It was nicely rounded and tanned.  No
tan lines.  She gathered up her clothes and headed back to the bathroom to
dress.  I sat there trying to figure out what to do.  I wasn't letting her
off that easy.  Not after everything that had happened.  I just had to
figure out what to do next.  I was still thinking about it when she came
out.  She wasn't fully dressed.  She had her panties and bra on but was
carrying her uniform and shoes, the socks were stuffed down in the shoes.
She sat on the bed next to me.  "I don't even know your name." She said
without looking at me.  "Jason, Jason Marcison." I said wondering where
this was going.  "I know you don't know me and all, but I don't normally
back out of deals or promises.  iI always pay off my bets.  You did help
me. Why, I don't know and I guess it doesn't matter.  But you did give me
Doug's room number and I guess I did mislead you a bit saying he liked me
in my cheerleader uniform and by not telling you before that I was a
virgin. If there's another way..." She said as she looked back at me
sheepishly.  "I've been sitting here trying to figure out what another way
would be.  I haven't come up with anything.  How about you?" I asked.  She
just shook her head.  We sat there in silence for a while.  "You're very
cute." She said breaking the silence.  "Thank you.  You're very pretty. 
Hell, you're beautiful." I said, returning the compliment.  She blushed and
smiled.  "That's the same thing Doug used to say.  He did like me in my
cheerleader uniform.  He used to touch me.  He would do things.  He called
it training for when I was old enough and when I was ready.  I think that's
why he left.  He was offered a job near here, but he took the one in
Chicago because he didn't want to dump me but he wanted sex.  I wouldn't
have sex with him.  So he left." I just sat and watched her.  "We would
spend nights together.  I'd tell my parents I was spending the night at a
girlfriends house and then go to his apartment instead.  I would always
sleep in my bra and panties, he would sleep in boxer shorts.  I could feel
how hard he was but he never forced himself on me.  I think that's part of
the reason I fell in love with him.  I guess it's also the reason he fell
out of love with me.  I...  I used my hand once and made him cum.  It was
gross.  All that white goo." "What did he do to you?" I asked quietly. 
"He'd touch me.  He'd give me back rubs sometimes.  Sometimes play with or
suck on my breasts.  Two or three times I let him put his hand in my
panties.  He'd rub me, once I got really brave and let him put one finger
inside me.  It felt good but hurt at the same time.  He kept trying to get
me to give him oral sex, but I think it's totally gross." "Did he ever give
you oral sex?" I asked.  Wanting details for some reason.  At this point I
was a little upset with myself for what I had done and even more upset that
her telling me these things were giving me a hard on.  Just thinking about
doing the things she was talking about.  "No.  He offered once or twice. 
But, I was always afraid." "What was the closest you two ever came?" I
asked.  She smiled at the memory and turned to face me.  "I came over one
day, this was when we were both juniors I guess.  He had given me a key and
I guess he wasn't expecting me so soon.  When I got there he was in the
shower.  I got up my nerve and went in the bathroom with him.  I had seen
him naked before, but not like all at once you know?  Anyway, I sat on the
toilet and we talked while he finished his shower.  As he was about to get
out he asked if I wanted to join him.  I hesitated, but I did want too. 
Eventually, I undressed in front of him and got in the shower with him.  He
made me get all wet then washed my hair.  He had a wash cloth but he didn't
use it.  He soaped up his hands and washed me all over.  Starting at my
face and working his way all the way down.  It was the most incredible
night we ever had.  It was the most turned on I've ever been.  He said it
was an accident but a finger slid inside me.  He insisted on washing my
ass, including the crack.  He even used one of his razors to shave me.  He
was the one who told me to shave my pubic hair.  He showed me how there in
the shower.  After he finished bathing me, we kissed and hugged and he
lifted me up a little and his erection slid between my thighs.  He lowered
me down and I was kind of sitting on his erection.  I could feel it
throbbing.  He told me he could feel heat coming from me.  He rubbed
himself against me a little.  Just for a minute.  I'm not sure, and he
denied it then and now, but I think he came.  He moaned and stopped
breathing for a few seconds and jerked a little.  I think some got on me
but I never saw it.  He set me down right afterwards and sprayed me with
the water.  He said he wanted to make sure he'd gotten all the soap.  I
slept with him that night.  Both of us were naked.  His erection was
between my legs all night.  The next morning, he tried to get me to have
sex, he swore up and down for months, that we'd had sex the night before.
He said I woke up in the middle of the night and allowed him to fuck me.  I
figure if that was true.  I'd remember it.  He eventually said he was
lying. Said he was just trying to get me to relax.  It didn't work." She
finished her story and looked at me.  Her eyes had been on the been on the
bed throughout the story.  "Is he the only guy you've ever come close
with?" I asked, hoping she'd tell another story.  "Other than you.  Yeah."
She said with a sweet smile.  An idea suddenly hit me.  "Cris, you said you
want to pay off your debt.  And I sure want to collect.  And I just might
have a way to do it.  Could you lie to your parents again?" "I don't need
too.  I moved out of my parents house the same week I graduated high
school. Why?" She asked, suddenly realizing what I was leading up to.  "I
think you know why." I said.  I could tell by her face.  "You want me to
spend the night here with you?" "Yeah, I do.  I won't make you do anything
you don't want to do.  I really don't want to be alone though.  What do you
say?" "What about Doug?" "Fuck Doug!" I said.  "Call down stairs and tell
Tony and the others to go home.  You've changed your mind or something. 
Tell them that Doug isn't worth all this trouble and effort." She laughed
at me.  "What?  I'm serious Cris, he isn't worth it.  He's got some bimbo
with half a brain.  The only reason he's with her is because she looks good
and she may be good in bed.  I'll tell you this much.  You're better
looking and you're probably worth waiting for." I couldn't believe I had
just said that.  Not thirty minutes ago I was about to rape this girl and
now I was giving her advice on her love life.  This was one screwed up
relationship.  "I need a cigarette." She said and stood up.  "It's a
non-smoking room.  Let's go out on the patio.  No one can see us." We did.
Without putting on anymore clothes we both went out on the patio.  I closed
the door and she pulled a pack of cigarettes from somewhere.  I don't know
where.  Her shoes maybe?  and lit one.  We sat down in the two deck chairs
that were out there.  "So you think I should just forget about Doug and
spend the night with you huh?" She said with just a touch of sarcasm.  I
laughed at the idea.  "Yeah, I do.  I think you should forget Doug.  As for
the rest.  Well I have to try." I smiled at her.  She laughed and took a
drag of her cigarette.  "How many girls have you been with?" She asked
right out of the blue.  "Honestly, until two weeks ago.  I was as virginal
as you are.  I live in Virginia.  My parents rented me an RV for the summer
and I'm just traveling.  The second day on the road I met a girl.  Her and
her boyfriend were going from New York to Florida.  He had dumped her on
the side of the road and she ended up hitching a ride with a trucker.  When
she refused to sleep with the trucker, he left her at a truck stop in South
Carolina.  The same truck stop I had stopped at for breakfast.  I was
headed south to Florida, so I offered her a ride.  The next day, we ended
up in bed together.  She was my first.  She vanished the day after we got
to Florida.  Left a note saying she had called her parents and they had
bought her a bus ticket back to New York.  I don't even know her last name.
I don't know what part of New York she lives in.  I don't have a phone
number or an address.  I can't even think how to find her." "Do you love
her?" Cris asked sincerely.  "I think so.  I met another girl a few days
later.  She wanted to go to California and be a movie star.  She wasn't
like Erin, the first girl.  Erin was tender and caring and sweet.  Missy
was street smart, tough as nails and kinky as all get out.  We were a
strange pair.  She split on me the day before yesterday.  Just left me in
New Mexico.  I just drove.  I was in a daze.  I ended up here.  I can't
tell you what highway I came on.  When I woke up this morning, I didn't
even know what city I was in.  Hell, what state I was in.  Honestly, the
shit I pulled today on you, I've never done anything like that before.  I'd
never even consider it normally.  I think all the rejection lately is
wearing on me." "I guess I added a little to that." "No, you had every
right and reason to refuse me.  You probably should have called the cops.
Hell, if the roles were reversed, I would have.  Your goons busting in on
me this afternoon, just ticked me off.  And then you lied, which ticked me
off more.  I don't know." "How did you know I lied?" She asked.  "I worked
a hotel desk part time when I was in high school.  It's against policy to
give out room numbers.  They couldn't have told you the wrong room." Her
jaw dropped.  Then she laughed for a minute.  "And that's why you came
after us?" She asked in amazement.  "Sort of, yeah.  Because if you were
lying about that, you were lying about other things too.  Like why you were
here and so on.  The story you told, just didn't make sense.  Plus you were
one of the sexiest girls I'd ever met.  I wasn't about to let you walk in
and out of my life just like that." I snapped my fingers.  "By the way, why
this room?" "Doug always got this room.  Everytime we stayed in a hotel, it
was always this hotel and this room.  He never told me why." "Why did you
stay in a hotel.  You said Doug had his own apartment." "He had a room
mate. When the room mate had a date, Doug stayed out.  When Doug had a
date, the room mate stayed out.  When they both had dates, they switched
back and forth.  Doug got it once, the next time Mark got it.  So, about
every three or four dates, we ended up here." She smiled and threw her
cigarette over the edge of the patio.  "So what do you have planned for me
tonight?" "Are you staying?" I asked kind of shocked.  She stood up and
headed inside.  I followed behind her.  "I don't know.  What have you got
in mind?  I had one, just one, very romantic night in this room once with
Doug." She said as she moved to the edge of the bed.  "it was an incredible
night.  Barely any sex involved.  Think you can top it?" She smiled at me.
"I don't know.  I could try.  I'd like to try." She picked up the phone and
dialed the front desk.  "If you beat it, if you can make me feel more loved
than Doug did that night, I won't have Doug beat up.  And I'll give you a
pleasant surprise in the morning.  Interested?" I didn't get to answer the
front desk clerk answered the phone before I could answer the question.  My
mind whirled and spun trying to figure out how to beat Doug's romantic
evening.  She hadn't told me what it was Doug did.  I doubted she would. 
She got one of the goons on the phone and did as I had told her.  She told
them to go home, that she was staying for a while and would call them
tomorrow and explain everything.  She then called her room mate and told
her she wouldn't be coming home that night.  I could not believe she was
doing it.  She hung up the phone and looked at me.  "So?" "What did Doug
do?" I didn't think she'd tell, but I had to try.  "You don't get to know
that.  That would make it to easy." "Well, I don't care if you beat up
Doug. But what's the Surprise you have in mind for the morning?" Again, I
knew she wouldn't answer but I had to try.  "I won't tell exactly.  But I
think you'll like it.  Are you interested?" "Why not?  Let's do it!" I said
with a smile.  "So, what are we going to do?" She asked again.  "You don't
get to know that.  But I think you'll like it." I said and bent over and
kissed her soft pink lips.  First thing we did was discover that both of us
were starving for food.  We got dressed, no room service in the hotel and
went down to the built in restaurant.  Cris actually looked around to make
sure Doug wasn't there before we sat down.  We talked and ate and then
headed back up to the room.  The more time I spent with her, the more I
liked this girl.  We just seemed to click for some reason.  By the time we
got back to the hotel room it was almost seven in the evening.  As we
walked in to the room she asked again.  "So what are we going to do now?" I
closed the door and came up behind her.  Wrapped my arms around her waist,
kissed her neck and just held her for a moment.  She turned to look me in
the eye and I kissed her on the lips.  She happily returned the kiss and
even invited my tongue in by opening her mouth a little.  My tongue darted
in and I got a good taste of her for the first time.  My knees actually
went weak just from a kiss.  When the kiss ended I looked into her eyes. 
"You know I'm falling in love with you." I confessed.  "That's okay." She
said and smiled.  "Take off your clothes." I ordered.  She pulled away and
gave me this look that said, We already did that.  I just laughed.  "We're
not going to have sex." I stripped off my shirt.  She was still staring at
me as I undid my belt and jeans.  I was almost naked before she even
started.  "What are we going to do?" She asked as she undid her bra "You'll
find out.  Just get naked.  I want to see that hot little body of yours. 
Trust me, you'll love it." I pulled off my briefs and stood before her
totally naked.  She dropped the bra on the floor.  I went over and pulled
her panties down for her.  It was odd.  She was now naked, I was on my
knees right in front of her.  Her hips were at eye level.  It looked so
good.  I desperately wanted to throw her on the bed and stick my tongue
into her wet cunt.  Apparently, I just kneeled there, staring for a while.
Her voice and touch brought me out of it.  "Jason?" She said as she gently
ran her fingers through my hair.  I looked up into that wonderful face and
wanted her even more.  My hands went to her knees and slowly rubbed up her
legs.  Over her thighs, up the outside of her hips, onto the front of her
belly then back down the front of her thighs.  I leaned forward and kissed
the small mat of hair.  "Jason?" I opened my mouth more and sucked on her
for a second.  Her knees buckled.  My hands grabbed her ass and I held her
up as I continued to try to taste her.  "Jason, Stop." It wasn't an order.
It was more like a "Not Now" or a "not here" It just didn't seem the stop
was to sincere.  But I did stop.  I looked up at her as she regained her
footing.  "Cris." She looked down at me.  "I promise I won't hurt you.  Lay
on the bed." She stared at me for a second and then moved and sat down on
the edge of the bed.  "Don't move, just lay back." I told her as I crawled
towards her on my knees.  She laid back, her legs hanging off the bed.  I
spread her knees as she watched.  "Close your eyes and relax." She did. 
She closed her eyes.  Laid back and took a couple deep breaths.  I spread
her legs more and propped her feet up on the edge of the bed.  Her cunt was
now in front of me.  I watched for her reaction as I gently, using only two
fingers, spread her cunt lips.  She was breathing harder.  But she hadn't
stopped me.  I bent my head down more and slid my tongue between the
swollen cunt lips.  She moaned but didn't move.  My tongue found her clit
and I stroked it.  Her fingers clawed at the bed and her breathing became
ragged.  As I continued her hips began to move with my tongue.  I spread
her cunt lips more and found her clit with my lips.  I wrapped my lips
around the small clit and sucked on it.  Her eyes popped open and she
gasped for air.  Her hips rose off the bed and I spread her cunt lips more.
I buried my face in her hot wet pussy and slid my tongue up in to her
vagina.  She screamed and her hips moved faster.  Her legs wrapped around
my neck and pulled me closer.  I was tongue fucking her as fast and as hard
as I could and she wanted more.  As her hips began thrusting up and down my
tongue slid from her vagina, up and over her clit and then back down and
back inside her.  I grabbed her ass and stopped her motions and stuck my
tongue in as far as it would go.  She was screaming constantly now.  My
erection throbbed from desire.  I pressed my mouth against her cunt trying
to get even deeper.  She continued to scream and I shot my wad all over the
box spring of the bed.  She continued to beg for more.  I pushed her legs
apart and rose up on to my feet.  I grabbed her ankles and lifted her butt
clear off the bed.  I positioned myself and thrust my still rock solid
erection into her cunt.  I buried myself inside her.  Her eyes popped open
and then rolled back into he head as I began to pummel her hard and fast. I
felt myself coming again and without hesitation pushed harder to get even
deeper inside her.  I exploded deep inside her vagina.  Her body went limp
and I fell on top of her.  My erection was still rock hard.  We laid there,
trying to catch our breath.  Trying to control ourselves.  "You beat him.
You beat him." was all I heard as my body shut down.

   Chapter 16 - Day 20 Friday Colorado I woke up at about 3:30 AM the next
morning.  Cris was still beside me.  I don't know when, but at some point
we had crawled fully onto the bed and even managed to get under the covers.
I lifted myself up and kissed Cris on the mouth.  My erection was already
hard again.  She returned the passionate kiss.  When I pulled away, her
eyes were open.  She smiled at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. 
That was all I needed.  I rolled on top of her, positioned myself and
pushed my erection inside her again.  Her eyes rolled back into her head
again and her breathing became ragged.  I kissed her and pushed in further.
I began pumping while kissing her again and again.  This continued for a
full ten minutes before I exploded deep inside her warm cunt.  Once
finished, I rolled her on top of me.  She kissed me, used my chest and sat
up.  My erection was fully inside her and still hard.  She began moving in
small circles and then started up and down.  I came inside her once more
before my erection finally softened.  She laid down on my chest and I held
her close.  "I'm pregnant Jason." She said.  I understood it.  Hell, I had
expected it.  "We'll get married tomorrow." I said, already half asleep. 
That was without a doubt the most intensely erotic night I had ever had. 
When I woke up again, four hours later, I didn't remember either of those
final statements.  Cris was already up and out on the patio having a
morning cigarette.  I went out, still naked and wrapped my arms around her
and kissed her.  In just a little over twelve hours I had fallen
hopelessly, madly in love with her.  She was the most beautiful girl I had
ever seen.  She was the most beautiful thing or person I had ever seen.  In
my opinion, even the work of mother nature itself didn't compare to this
woman.  "Good Morning Jason." That sounded odd.  Not the words.  The way
she said it.  "What's wrong?" "Do you remember having sex with me... 
again, about three thirty this morning?" She asked.  "Yeah I remember it.
It was incredible." I sat down in the chair next to her.  "Do you remember
what I said afterwards?" "Uh, no.  What did you say?" I asked.  "Do you
remember telling me we'd get married today?" "Excuse me?" I guess she
figured out that meant no, I didn't remember that.  "Jason, I'm pregnant.
Your the father.  There's no two ways about it." Reality set in at that
moment.  She had told me the day before that she wasn't on the pill and we
hadn't used any kind of protection at all the night before.  I could
remember exploding inside her at least five times.  "I had my last period
two weeks ago.  That means yesterday, today and tomorrow are my most
fertile times.  Right now is when I have the best chance of getting
pregnant.  You fucked me about five times last night.  Don't get me wrong,
every minute of it was fantastic.  But still..." She stopped.  "Maybe we'll
get lucky." I said with a smile.  She turned to me slowly.  "Jason, you got
about as lucky as you could last night.  Five times." That struck a nerve
in my mind.  "You told me last night you were a virgin." "And you believed
me?" She said with a smile.  "Please, Doug used to do horrible things to
me. He'd take me any chance he could.  He once did me in the ass as I
leaned over this very patio.  Can you imagine, being nailed in the ass, for
the first time now, while staring down at a swimming pool full of people
three stories below.  It was...  well, it was Doug." "Do you ever tell the
truth?" I asked in all seriousness.  "I'd tell you I'm a pathological liar,
but I'd be lying." She said and smiled.  "I don't know what to make of you.
You tell me one thing, then a few hours later, your story changes.  What
the hell are you up too?" "What am I up too?  oh, about five foot eight."
She smiled at me and lit another cigarette.  "Trust me Jason, you don't
want to know the truth.  The fiction is easier to swallow." "Yeah, maybe,
but a lie is still a lie." "Jason, my lying is the least of your problems
right now.  Last night you had sex with me without using any protection and
now I'm pregnant.  What are you going to do about it?" She asked "Well, I
figure if I wait a couple hours, you'll tell me that you are on the pill or
something and that you're not pregnant.  So right now, I'm not to worried
about it." I said and smiled at the lying little thing.  For some reason,
all the feelings of love I'd had only a few minutes before were replaced
with anger and frustration from her lying over and over again.  "Now do you
want to tell me the truth or should I leave?" "Leave?  Where would you go?"
She asked.  "Oh anywhere but here.  Anywhere away from you." I said,
getting more angry by the second.  "Oh please Jason.  You don't expect me
to believe that story about your parents renting you an RV do you?  Come
on, You're lying as much as I am.  You're what, seventeen?  Maybe?" I
didn't say a word.  I stood up and went inside.  I could almost feel the
steam coming out of my ears.  I grabbed up my clothes from the night before
and dressed as quickly as possible.  She came in right after me and watched
me dress.  "Jason, You're not going anywhere.  You can't!" She said.  I
stopped, stared at her for a second and then continued dressing.  When I
was dressed, I made sure everything was packed, grabbed my overnight bag
and headed out the door.  "Jason!" She yelled as I opened the door.  I
stopped and turned to her, the door hanging wide open behind me.  "The
truth now or I leave.  I don't want another good lie.  I want the truth,
the whole truth, as ugly as it may be, and nothing but the truth." I
yelled. She stared down at the floor for a second then looked up at me.  A
tear in her eye.  I laughed.  "It won't work.  I stopped feeling sorry for
you out on the patio.  Are you going to tell the truth or not?" I asked. 
Someone walked by in the hallway, but I didn't pay them any mind.  She
stared at me for another second and then wiped her eyes.  She looked back
at me and seemed to be madder than she was.  "What the hell right?  you
want the truth?  Fine.  I'll give you the truth." I closed the door and
stood there waiting.  My bag still in my hand.  "Doug and I dated for about
four years.  We met when I was a freshman in high school, I was fourteen.
He was a sophomore in college, he was nineteen.  On our first date he took
my virginity.  Some people have told me since then that it was date rape.
It didn't matter to me at the time.  For the next four years he controlled
me.  He got me hooked on drugs, got me drinking alcohol and a lot of it. 
When I was sixteen, I got a part time job, he would take my entire
paycheck, I'd never see a dime of it.  He'd bring me here and fuck me and
make me do things that I knew I shouldn't do.  He'd give me Ecstasy, wait
until it kicked in, strip me, fuck me and then invite his buddies over to
use me.  A group of them would watch while they took turns with me. 
Criticizing, laughing, cheering, depending on their mood...  After a while
it became a game.  He'd slip me the Ecstasy, invite over his buddies, five
or six at a time, then blindfold me, put me on the bed and one of them
would do me.  If I could tell which one it was, blindfolded, he was out. 
If I couldn't, he went to the back of the line and got me again later. 
They'd keep doing this until I was able to name them all.  He got tricky
after a while and started blindfolding me before the friends got there.  So
I wouldn't know who was there.  Occasionally he'd even invite over someone
I didn't know.  How the hell could I identify them without even knowing
their name?  When I realized what was going on, they would give me some way
to find out his name.  Usually by having sex with them all at once or
something like that.  Of course, if I couldn't identify Doug, he'd get
embarrassed and spank me for every time I misidentified him.  He'd wait
until his friends had left before doing it though.  Then he would punish
me. Make me give him a blowjob or do me in the ass.  Telling me it was the
only way I would learn what he felt like.  The day I turned eighteen I quit
school and moved in with him in some sleazy dirty little apartment.  Same
things happened.  Him and his roommate would share me.  Occasionally,
they'd make me do them both at the same time.  They'd prostitute me.  I
didn't know it at the time because I was to stoned or drunk.  But Doug was
renting me out to other college guys.  He'd take the money, I'd never see a
dime.  Hell, for a while, I didn't even know what he was doing.  I got
pregnant three or four times before he got me on the pill.  Each time he'd
take me to a clinic and make me get an abortion.  Using money he made by
prostituting me.  Then of course he'd yell and punish me for getting
pregnant.  When he graduated college, he got a job here.  A reasonably good
job too.  One day, a neighbor called the cops because I was screaming as
him and two others raped me.  When the cops came, they arrested him and me.
For drugs and domestic violence.  Doug was humiliated.  I refused to
testify against him or the others but they all told the cops it was my
drugs.  I took the fall for them.  I did six months in rehab instead of
going to prison.  During that time, Doug, now humiliated by the arrest,
quit his job here and moved to Chicago.  Those guys you met, I did go to
high school with them.  At one time, they were friends.  When I got out of
rehab, my parents made it a requirement for me to get my diploma to move
back home.  I spent the next three months going to school, working part
time and rebuilding my relationship with my family.  Three months ago I
moved out and got an apartment with my oldest friend.  I got my high school
diploma a few weeks ago.  Good for me right?  Now I'm working full time and
going to college part time.  I heard Doug was coming back to town and
wanted to kill him.  My roommate talked me out of that, but I was going to
have those guys kick his ass anyway.  That's the truth.  Happy now?" She
plopped down on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face.  "If
you don't believe me, my roommate can verify everything I just told you. 
Want the phone number?" I didn't know what to say.  I dropped my bag and
went and sat next to her.  I still wasn't sure she was telling the truth,
but the whole thing made a lot more sense than what she had told me
previously.  I put my arm around her and she laid her head on my shoulder
and cried.  I held her for more than an hour before she finally managed to
stop crying.  By then we were both laying back on the bed and I was giving
her soft sweet little kisses.  Once she stopped crying I went and got her a
soda while she went to the bathroom and washed her face.  When she came
back in, she looked better but still pale and her eyes were still
bloodshot. She took a drink of soda and then sat down.  "I'm not pregnant.
I can't get pregnant anymore.  Four abortions made sure of that.  I told
you that to keep you here.  I've never had a man want me like you did last
night.  I've never had a man make me scream like you did.  I didn't want
you to leave.  I wanted you, I want you to stay here and be with me." She
knew how to make me speechless.  "How long will you be here?" "I don't
know. I had planned to leave today.  I can stay as long as I want though. I
am on vacation.  There's no place I have to be." "Stay with me.  I'll do
whatever you want.  Anything, anytime anyplace." "That's what got you in
trouble before." I said with a smile and sat down next to her and held her
again.  "I know.  They said I have a dependent personality.  They said
that's why I hooked up with Doug so fast and why I stayed with him for so
long." She paused.  "It's also why I ended up in rehab for six months
instead of the normal three.  I was dependent on the drugs and alcohol
too." "Are you still going to have Doug beat up?" I asked out of simple
curiosity.  "I don't know.  Do you think I should?  Would you help?" She
asked.  "No and no." I said.  I laid her back on the bed and got up on one
elbow looking down at her.  "I'd recommend against doing anything to Doug.
Especially if your still dependent.  It's just a way of getting him back in
your life.  Stay away from him." I kissed her and she wrapped her arms
around my neck and held me there so I couldn't stop kissing her.  When we
did finally stop kissing I sat up.  "I think you should go home." I
couldn't look at her when I said that.  "I don't want you too, but I think
you should.  I think you should go home, stay away from Doug and I think I
should go." She sat up next to me.  "Why?" She asked, the tears started
building again.  "Because, you're already becoming dependent on me.  Hell
you just asked me if you should beat up your ex-boyfriend.  Then the kiss.
And honestly, you're to beautiful.  If I stay, I will take advantage of you
somehow.  I'll make you do things you don't want to do, not intentionally,
but I will.  I think it best we split up and go our separate ways." I said,
I still couldn't look at her.  "I guess I understand." She stood up and
started for the door.  "Jason," she said and turned back to me.  "Can I ask
one thing before we do?" I looked up at her.  I could see in her face what
she was about to ask, I should have said no.  But I hoped that she was just
going to ask for another soda or for me to walk her to her car.  She
didn't. "Will you make love to me one more time?  Like we did last night."
My eyes closed.  The bulge in my pants was already back, just from the kiss
and now this.  I fought to say no.  "I..." I stumbled on the words.  "I
don't think we should." She started to cry.  "It's not that I don't want
too Cris." I said, fighting to stay the course and not throw her on the
bed, rip off her clothes and bury my face in her cunt again.  "But If we
do, neither of us will leave." She nodded, crying, turned and walked out
the door.  Once she was gone, I fell back on the bed and exhaled for the
first time in what felt like an hour.  I went to the window and watched her
get in her car and drive away.  I then picked up my bag, checked out of the
hotel and headed for the RV.  It was exactly eleven o'clock when I got on
the highway headed north.  I no longer needed to go to California.  I
didn't know where to go, but I knew it wouldn't be California.  I didn't go
far.  Thirty miles up the road, I started seeing signs for Aspen Colorado.
I'd always wanted to see the place.  I knew it wasn't ski season, but I'd
heard that it was lovely country all year around so when I got to the exit
I went.  When I got there I found a campsite and pulled in.  There were
only a few other RV's there so it was nice and quiet.  As expected the
place was beautiful.  I sat outside and enjoyed the cool country air for
most of the rest of that day.  No one bothered me and I didn't bother
anyone.