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 The Line of Magdalene

   Road Trip is the second novella in The Line of Magdalene series, the
sequel to "Chrysalis Music." I suggest that you read it first to gain
background on the continuing characters.  But I am not trying to tell the
reader what to do.  Someone might want to wait until the series is complete
and read them backwards.  Whatever brings you joy...

   This is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  The characters are all
imaginary and bear no relation to any persons living or dead.  The author
in no way condones the behavior of the characters and would voluntarily
testify against them in a court of law for any of their legal
transgressions real or imagined.  Some places mentioned are real, but the
events described here never happened anywhere.  So, if geographic details
aren't correct, remember one thing - this is fiction.

   Feel free to write and offer constructive criticism and/or
encouragement. I improve through you suggestions and I am motivated by your
encouragement.  (TheSpringg at yahoo dot com)

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   Road Trip --- MF

   Chapter 3

   I woke near dawn.  I realized that I had awoken because though Erin was
apparently asleep on her side facing me, but her small hand was gently
clasping my erect penis through my boxers.  I lay still and feigned sleep.
She did not move either and eventually I rolled on my side with my back to
her and my cock slipped from her grasp.

   When I woke once more, I was alone in bed and there was an ache in my
groin.  Having been aroused most of yesterday and last night as well, I was
desperate for release. .  I resolved to send Erin off to Angela's and take
my time masturbating - I certainly had a lot of stimulating subjects to
serve as masturbation fantasies.

   I could smell coffee brewing, bacon cooking and see the mid-morning
light streaming through the window.  When I slid out of bed, I saw Erin in
the kitchenette cooking, wearing the same T-shirt that she had worn to bed.
I reached into the small closet and got a t-shirt and some underwear.  I
tried to be nonchalant as I undressed, my cock conspicuously rigid, and
pulled on a fresh pair of briefs.  I was acutely aware that she was
watching my every move.  Finishing dressing quickly and I began making the
bed.

   "You don't want to have breakfast in bed again?"

   "No, I'm up!" I responded.  "We can eat at the table."

   The table in the RV was small, and with the laptop attached with Velcro,
there was barely room for one.  I closed up the computer, pulled it off the
table and set it on the bed.  She was spooning scrambled eggs and bacon on
to plates at the same time I was putting silverware on the table.  I filled
two mugs with coffee and we sat down to eat.  I was still half asleep, when
Erin caught me off guard.

   "You were with Angela yesterday and you were hard all night!  I guess
you don't need Viagra." she laughed.

   "What do you think happened between Angela and I?"

   "Sex!  duh!"

   "We only kissed." I could tell Erin was covering up her jealousy.

   "It's okay.  I expected you to do more than that.  I wanted you to." She
was trying to maintain control - to appear cheerful.

   "What?  We came inside to finish our beers in the air conditioning
that's all." I started to protest, but she cut me off.

   "Yeah...  Right...  Harrison, I told you to go with her!  She was so
happy with you there last night.  You did wonders for her.  Whatever you
two did, at least you made one woman feel special."

   "All we did was kiss, and yes, I kissed her breasts here in the RV..." I
said defensively.

   "Ohhh!!  I knew it." She whistled.  "Tell me, do you like her breasts?"

   "That's and uncomfortable question..." I waffled.  "Honestly, Erin..."

   "Please?  I won't be jealous."

   "Ha!  You already are jealous." I shot back

   "Okay, but I won't be more jealous..." She said seriously.

   "Well...  I really prefer smaller breasts.  Yours as just about
perfect..." I replied honestly.

   "But you really like hers, you can't help looking..." She observed. 
"It's her nipples, isn't it?"

   "Huh?"

   "It's her long nipples that fascinate you..."

   "How do you know about her nipples?  Have you been peeking?"

   "No!, but girls just know certain things...  So what happened next?"

   "Blast it, that's as far as it went before we were interrupted by some
excited little girls."

   "Oh, that.  Yeah.  Sorry...  They were so excited and they knew where
she was.  I couldn't stop them." she apologized.

   "Are you sure you're sorry?  Last time we talked about it, you had
pretty mixed feelings about encouraging my interest in her.  I seem to
remember some tears..." I forced a laugh so it wouldn't sound like an
accusation.  "Are you sure you didn't time the intrusion?"

   "Oh my god no!" She sounded shocked at the suggestion.  "I tried to stop
them!  I was afraid the girls would be traumatized by finding their Mom in
bed with a stranger?  I was totally relieved that you heard them coming and
recovered so fast."

   "Well, since we didn't get undressed...  At least not completely, and
the girls were so noisy, We had plenty of early warning..."

   "So nothing more really happened?"

   "Nope!" I answered.  "But Erin, I am concerned.  If Angela and I get
together alone, something will happen.  After just a couple of days, I
really care about you.  Something's going on that I don't understand, and I
don't want you to get hurt."

   "Harrison, you've been really nice to me, nicer than anyone has been
since my mother died.  I'm just a screwed up, confused kid."

   I tried to protest, but she shushed me.  Tears were flowing.

   "Let me finish!!  I'm damaged goods.  Kicked out by my own Dad, jilted
by crappy boy friend.  Abandoned by the side of the road.  Oh, hell!  Know
what I was thinking just before you sent that burger over?  "

   She was sobbing but clearly didn't expect or even want an answer.  I was
at a loss to know what was going on, so I figured listening was the best
strategy.

   "I was broke and homeless.  I was so desperate I decided to sell my
body, but I didn't even know how to start being a hooker!  A whore!" Tears
were streaming down her face, but she continued.  "Remember I told you I
was worried that if I ate the burger you'd come hit on me?  Well, the truth
is that I was trying to decide what to say if you did hit on me...  How to
offer to have sex with you and get paid.  I had to build up my courage and
figure out what to say." She wiped her eyes and looked at me with signs of
fear in her eyes.

   "You were going to ask me to give you money for sex?" I asked,
flabbergasted.  She hung her head in chagrin and nodded, her breakfast
lying cold on the plate in front of her.

   "When you started to leave without hitting on me, I decided to ask you
myself.  That's why I stopped you at the counter.  I was going to start
talking to you and then follow you out to your car...  when we got out I
was going to offer...  But you just gave me twenty bucks and just walked
away.  That I was what I going to ask for, but you left.  It was like a
miracle.  You saved me."

   I was speechless.  I shrugged to say it was nothing and struggled to
find words to respond to this remarkable confession.

   She got up.  I watched in disbelief as she pulled her T-shirt off over
her head, and then shook her red hair back in place.  She wiggled out of
her panties and kicked them aside.  She stood there for a moment, naked and
looking so very cute and completely vulnerable.  She was shaking nervously,
unlike her previous little episodes of exhibitionism.  She took the two
steps to cross to me and sat next to me, looking at me expectantly.

   "Will you make love to me?" she asked.

   I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, and dried her
tears with a clean paper napkin from the table.  With my nose buried in her
hair, smelling her scent - fresh and perfume-less - I held her close.  She
nestled into me and slipped her arms around my torso.  We sat there for a
long, delicious moment.  I was overwhelmed with the realization that I
loved this girl.

   "Thank you..." She whispered.

   "Hmmm?"

   "For loving me."

   "You're right, Erin.  I do love you, I can't make love to you now."

   She looked up at me questioningly.  "I don't want money.  I'll still pay
you back every penny you've spent on me.  You'll be making me whole..."

   "It's not about money.  It's not about what you just told me.  I really
do love you Erin, but this is too fast and your first time has to be
special.  With someone you love, in a special place at the right time.  Not
on a spontaneous act of sex on a random weekday morning in the back of an
RV.  And certainly not while you feel like 'damaged goods.' Let's wait..."

   She sat there quietly sniffling, her bare body pressed against me and
encircled in my arms.

   "Erin, sometime soon, if we don't choose to part ways, and if you still
want to, we find a way to make your first time wonderful for you." I
responded.  "I would rather wait and be sure it's right."

   "What if I can't wait?"

   "You've waited this long..."

   "Yea, okay, but what if I don't want to wait?  What if being here in
this RV on a random weekday morning with YOU feels right to me?"

   She looked up with beautiful eyes shining, tears gone, and her naked
body exposed to me.  I couldn't resist.  I leaned into her and kissed like
I had been wanting to since she had undressed and sat beside me.

   A prolonged and passionate kiss, it was unlike any other kiss I had
known in my life.  I had experienced quite a few 'first kisses,' and they
are always special - electric.  This was exceptional.  The sensations were
completely new to me.  My arousal came in a sudden onslaught and yet I felt
more.  It was as if I could feel her arousal too.  Her aching nipples, hard
and craving my touch.  The swelling and moisture between her thighs.  Her
eagerness for my penetration.  When we broke the kiss she was quivering and
I was panting.

   "Oh my god!" she exclaimed.  "I've kissed guys before but it was never
like that...  all those sensations.  That kiss couldn't lie...  You do want
to make love to me, don't you!"

   "Erin, I won't lie, I want you.  And that kiss was like nothing I've
ever experienced before either.  It felt like...  Well to be honest, I
thought that I felt your sensations.  I felt you responding to my kiss...
all over, your..."

   "Jesus, Harrison, You felt everything about me that I felt about you!"
She blurted out.

   "Yes!  It was..."

   "Oh, Damn!" She interrupted.  I looked confused, I am sure.  "Angela is
coming."

   She stood and started to pull on a swim suit.

   "We won't answer." I said flatly.

   She pulled her T-shirt on over her Speedo and said "No, I was being
selfish.  She needs you still.  Kathryn told you to linger here for her."
She poured us fresh coffee and sat down to start eating her cold eggs.

   "Why are the women in my life so darned weird?  What guy has women
telling him who to..." I wondered out loud.

   "Something tells me most men wouldn't be whining about this..." She
interrupted between bites, wrinkling her nose at me.  "Besides, you have to
admit that I'm right, she needs you.  You should have been with her longer
yesterday, if the girls could have been restrained.  I have a plan for them
today." she said sympathetically.

   "I thought you wanted..."

   "She's almost here.  I do, but I'll wait now I know you will have me. 
Until next year if necessary." she whispered just as there was a knock at
the door.

   Since I was sitting right by the door, I stood to open it.  Sure enough
it was Angela.  It was only then that it struck me how long in advance Erin
had known she was coming.  I was amazed.  Her hearing must be
hypersensitive.  I hadn't heard Angela coming until she knocked and yet
here she was...

   "Come on in, have some coffee!" I said cheerily

   "No, I can't stay." she said from the doorway, peering in.

   Erin stood and said, "Angela, come on in and have some coffee, we brewed
it fresh.  Harrison has a fetish about fresh roasted coffee, so I assure
you it's great!!" She grabbed a towel and tube of sun block.  "Besides, I
have a date with the girls, are they ready for their swimming lesson?"

   Angela smiled and nodded.  I didn't need to be psychic to feel her
relief and excitement.

   As Erin headed out, she called out.  "You two have the morning to
yourselves, I have the girls until lunchtime."

   "Now what was that about?" Angela asked.

   "She didn't tell me what she's up to," I lied but went on truthfully,
"but I think it's pretty clear.  She's been trying to set us up...  She
knows they interrupted us yesterday and if she had any doubts about us
wanting time alone, then last night cinched it.  She is giving us space..."


   "You know I thought that she interrupted us on purpose yesterday, out of
jealousy.  But after last night and this morning, I guess I was wrong."

   "Oh, I think she's envious, maybe jealous but she knows better than to
push it." I pulled Angela in and closed the door and continued, "I hope you
don't mind picking right up where we left off!" I said, seating myself on
the edge of the bed and pulling her down to straddle my lap.

   "Oh, Sir!  I protest!  How dare you!" she laughed, and I kissed her. 
She returned the kiss passionately.  It felt pale compared to Erin's kiss,
but her voluptuous body was eager and I couldn't remember when I'd ever
been this horny.  She smiled as she rubbed her crotch against my hard
phallus and continued our kiss.  I started moaning.  She stood and leaning
towards me, kept the kiss going as she started unbuttoning her blouse.  I
broke the kiss off, as she bent towards me her full, deep cleavage had my
full attention.  She was nervous, in spite of our growing mutual trust.  I
drew her into brief kiss and then lay back on my elbows.  I sensed that
deep down she loved being watched, so I whistled softly as her bra came
off. I was eager to see more and she teased me, cupping her large breasts
in both hands and hiding her nipples.  She leaned over to kiss me, but she
resisted my attempt to pull her down on the bed with me.  When her panties
were finally off, I really was fully aroused.

   While Erin was had a lean almost adolescent figure, Angela had the
tight, fully curved figure of a mature woman.  The more I stared at her, I
realized that she had a great body.  She might not have the modern ideal
figure, but she had a classic figure.  I flashed on the full figure of
Venus de Milo in the Louvre in Paris.  Swelling, full breasts, wide hips
and a proportionally small but not impossibly thin waist.  Her body was
made to be loved and bear children.  I tried to pull her to me, but she
resisted.

   "Your turn." she said pulling me up.  I didn't need to be asked twice.
She sat down on the bed and I went to lock the RV door before I undressed
for her.  She whistled expertly when my cock bounced out of my underwear
and stood out erect.  She grasped my erection in one hand and smiled up at
me when I approached her.

   "Do you mind?" and she placed her lips on the head.  I sighed and she
took it further in.  She didn't have Lin's style but she quickly showed me
that she could take me down to the balls.  I could feel the back of her
throat clench on the head of my cock.  The sensation as amazing.  Kathryn
took me deep into her mouth but had never taken me into her throat.  Some
former lovers had gagged trying the feat, but I had never had my cock down
a woman's throat.  It felt amazing.  She took it in and out bringing me
closer and closer to orgasm.  I was so much in need that I knew I would not
last long.  I withdrew from her mouth.

   "Oh, Angela, I am going to cum quickly, let's take it slow."

   "When was the last time you did?" she asked.

   "Four days ago..."

   "I suspect that you're good for more than once this morning..  Am I
right?"

   "Oh yeah..."

   She took my cock past her lips and down her throat.  It wasn't long
before I was ready to cum...  She sensed my impending orgasm and brought
the head of my cock to the front of her mouth, sealing her lips around the
head, just as I began to shoot my load.  She expertly captured it all with
not a drop escaping.  She smiled up and me, swallowed, and licked her lips.
She then proceed to lick the length of my cock.

   I sat down on the bed beside her.  She stood again and I got a clear
look at her bare pussy.  The inner lips of her labia protruded, glistening
and wet, demonstrating her own arousal.  She straddled my lap again and my
softening cock rubbed up against her warm pussy.  I found a long hard
nipple with my finger tips, rolled it between my thumb and forefinger,
while pulled the other nipple into my mouth.  Now it was her turn to moan.
Her whole body responded to my stimulation of her nipples.  I could feel
her pussy grow wetter as it rubbed on my cock.  In response to my urging,
she moved on to the bed.  In the end she was lying on her back and I was
straddling her thighs and my face was buried in her tits.  She was so
responsive to my attention, I suspected that I could bring her to orgasm
without ever touching her pussy, but I couldn't resist that wet temptation
long.  Eager to taste her pussy, I maneuvered myself between her legs and
slowly kissed my way down her tummy.  When I reached her groin, I continued
kissing down her tender inner thighs almost to her knees.  I switched over
to the other thigh and kissed her up to her groin again.  She was arching
her back to bring herself to my lips.  I teased her for a moment, pulling
my head back, so that only the tip of my tongue contacted the folds of her
pussy, lightly licking the length.  She continued to arch her back,
attempting to bring me closer.  Finally with a grunt of frustration, she
used both hands on the back of my head to draw me in.  My tongue penetrated
her and she gasped.  I could feel her thigh muscles tense as my lips found
the head of her clit.  When I broke off for a breath, she used both hands
to spread the outer lips of her pussy wide apart and she rubbed her moist,
pink inner folds.  Her clit was the biggest that I had ever seen.  It was
dark pink on the sides and very light pink at the tip.  I couldn't help
wondering whether there was genetic correlation between large nipples and
large clits.  She stroked her clitoris with the tips of the finger on one
hand, while she slid three fingers of the other hand into her own vaginal
opening.  Watching her masturbate up close was exciting.  I pushed my face
in with her fingers and my lips captured her clit.  She continued fingering
herself under my chin.  She had wonderful salty taste that made me want
more.  I slipped my tongue down with her fingers and she continued pumping
them in and out as I lapped up her juices, licking from her hole up to her
clit and back.  Between our shared efforts her first orgasm came quickly
and hard.  Her breathing became more and more rapidly.  Her back arched off
the bed and her thighs quivered uncontrollably.  My hands under her ass, I
lifted her hips up, trying to steady her pussy at my lips.  Her hands
dropped the mattress beneath her and clutched at the sheets, drawing them
in towards her hips.

   The after shock of her orgasm was still rattling through her body and I
was hard again.  She gazed up at me glassy eyed as I positioned myself over
her, kneeling between her quivering thighs.  I needed to fuck her hard and
immediately, but I restrained myself and kissed my way up her tummy to her
full breasts and to her lips.  We kissed and immediately it was clear that
the taste of her own juices on my lips drove her wild.

   When I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy, she gently
guided me in to her slick warmth.  With out pausing, her fingers followed
my cock as I pushed deeper.  The effect was electric.  Her fingers were
sliding in and out with my cock.  I was aware that her pussy was nowhere
near as tight as Kathryn's and there was no comparison with Naomi, which
fit me tighter than a condom.  Angela had room for me and three fingers. 
They added a pleasurable friction, but it was awkward with me on top.  I
interrupted my thrusting and rolled off to her right.  We both were panting
and we smiled looking down at my slick, glisten phallus.

   "God, Harrison!  You gotta get that beautiful hard thing back in me..."
she moaned.  "...back in where it belongs."

   She started to shift her body, but before she could climb on top, I
lifted her right leg, rolled her hip a little to her left, and positioned
myself to re-enter her pussy from the rear.  Our legs interlocked and I
thrust in.  My right arm was behind her neck and I pulled her into a kiss,
while my left hand played with her nipples.  She adjusted to the new
position and used her free hands to caress my balls and rub her own clit.
Soon, fingers found their way back into her pussy with my cock.  I could
pause my thrusting and her fingers continued playing against my cock inside
her and playing with my balls.  She was masturbating us both
simultaneously. It was delightful.  I brought my free hand down and found
her clit.  She gasped when I pinched it lightly and she shuddered
uncontrollably in orgasm when I massaged it roughly by pulling my fingers
up the length of it.  The orgasm triggered panting and her fingers began to
work furiously, sustaining her orgasm through long practice masturbating,
and simultaneously stimulating my arousal to it's peak.  She was in the
midst of a long, rolling orgasm, when my own let loose, filling her pussy
and coating her fingers with my cum.  We lay together recovering and
enjoying the last throes and twitches of our orgasms.

   She removed her cum slick fingers and brought them to her lips licking
them with relish.

   "Yummmm...  we taste great together!"

   "Oh, mind if I taste?"

   She looked crestfallen for a moment, obviously realizing that she had
cleaned her fingers.  She brightened, when she realized that I was moving
slowly.

   "Yeah, your fingers maybe clean, but I can go back to the well..."

   I proceeded to lick her pussy.  She was right, we did taste good
together.  She was so wet and her vagina large, I wondered how many fingers
I could get inside her.  I easily worked four fingers in almost to my
knuckles.  She moaned, adjusted her hips and spread her legs wider apart to
better accommodate my fingers.  Slowly, I worked my fingers in and out,
each time pushing all my fingers in slightly farther.  She feigned protest
verbally but it was definitely halfhearted and her body's response was
eager.

   "Relax..." I whispered.

   I pressed my thumb against the palm of my hand and slowly pushed it in
with the rest of my hand, bending my fingers after they had entered her. 
She gasped when I my knuckles stretched her wide.  I stopped, holding my
position.  She opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyelids barely up and
a puzzled look on her face.  She looked down at my hand half inside her
then back at me.

   "Don't stop..." She rasped and I worked my hand in slightly.

   "Uuuhhhh!  Oh Yeah..." she moaned and I pushed a little, her vagina
spreading wider, stretching to accommodate me.

   "Slowly..." she rasped.

   I rotated my wrist a half inch.  She writhed and I stopped.

   "Oh god!"

   I could feel the walls of her vagina relax slightly and took the
opportunity to push in further.  My hand was in past my thumb.

   "Oh, Harrison!"

   I stopped again, holding perfectly still, only inches from inserting my
whole hand in up to my wrist.

   "It's amazing!" her voice slurred, her breathing uneven panting and her
thighs quivering.  She watched through half opened eyes as I pushed a half
an inch further.  She took a deep breath and tensed suddenly, pushing my
hand out the half inch I had just gained.  She relaxed equally suddenly.  I
took advantage of the momentary loosening to make the final push.  She
grunted and then hissed.  I held still.  Her thighs began to twitch
involuntarily again and her breathing matched.  Her pussy had stretched to
accommodate my entire hand knotted in a fist.  Her pussy contracted and I
knew that I would not be able to withdraw my hand until she relaxed.  I
used my spare hand to rub her clit.  I only needed to press her clit down
and her g-spot was compress against my other hand within her.  Her own
orgasmic movement was all that was needed.  It drove her to higher levels
of pleasure.  It didn't take too long for me to understand that if I didn't
stop adding stimulation, her orgasm would not stop until she passed out.  I
eased off on her clit and slowly her orgasm diminished.  Her vagina
continued to spasm around my fist.  She looked at me with glassy eyes and
then down at my wrist protruding from pussy.

   "Wow!  this is amazing!" she said huskily.  "And that looks crazy, with
your arm sticking out of me."

   "It does look pretty cool..." I purred.  "I just couldn't resist trying
it.  Have you ever been fisted before?"

   "Fisted?  Is that what you call it?  Never before, but I want to do it
more!"

   She moaned as I turned my hand to start to withdraw it.  Feeling
perverse, I lean over and kissed her clit while gently pumping in and out
with very slight motions of my hand.

   "Uuuuhhh...  No faaaiiir..." she moaned.  She went into yet another
orgasm.

   She was exhausted when I had finished with her, and still it took a
moment to slowly unknot my fist and withdraw it completely.  We lay on the
bed having a whispered conversation.

   We discussed the daughter's reaction to catching us "red-handed" the
evening before.  That invoked quiet laughter.  Angela recalled little Alice
inviting "Granpa" to spend the night with them in the camper.

   "It's crowded enough in there with the two of them squirming around in
their sleep." She laughed.  She commented on what a great kid Erin was.

   "In addition to her warding off the girl's questions last night, she
also set us up to be alone again this morning." She hugged me close. 
"She's a wonderful kid.  It's almost like she knew today was our last
opportunity."

   "I can change my plans..." I proposed, running my fingers through her
hair.  "We could stay a little longer."

   "Oh, Harrison!  I would love that, but I have to get back to work.  I
can't afford to lose my job." She hugged close.  "You don't know what
you've done for me, you darling sweet man."

   "Let me see, three orgasms, no four.  Five or six if you count that long
one with my fist in you." I teased.

   "No, silly.  You did much more than that.?  She countered.  "Just the
loving way you treated me and my girls.  And yes the great sex, but even if
you'd just whistled at me with love in your eye like you did a moment
ago... The would have been the spark I needed."

   She needed to talk, and one thing Kathryn keeps drilling into me is to
just listen, so I smiled encouragingly and gave her a kiss on her neck.

   "Ed had me so beaten down.  I was feeling so stupid and unattractive,
'cause he constantly reminded me of that.  If it hadn't been for my fear
for the girls, I'd still be there getting slapped around and thinking I
deserved it!  I freed myself from his presence, but he's been continuing
the abuse, and living rent free in my own head!"

   I stroked her face and she kissed me gently on the lips.

   "Anyway, you've helped me feel desirable, even sexy.  If I can attract a
guy who has sexy models posing nude all the time...  Anyway, you helped
kick him out of my head for good.  Even the girls noticed.  I 've got
myself back.  You're like therapy...  And I decided to use my education. 
I've been a receptionist at the Sheriffs office for years, and I always
resented that the new deputies are all less qualified.  I said to myself,
'Girl!  You've got a B.A.  in criminal Justice and most of the guys only
have A.A.'s!' So to make a long story short, I'm applying as soon as I get
home!"

   "That's great!" I said encouragingly.

   "Yup!  I just made up my mind...  Thanks to you!"

   Angela picked a red hair from the pillow.

   "You like her a lot, huh?" Angela changed the subject.  "And you sleep
with her here...  But no sex, huh"

   "Uh, yeah..." I said uncertainly.  "I thought we'd resolved that
issue... What makes you so certain, I'm not getting a little from her too?"

   Angela laughed.  "Several things jump out at me.  Like I said, she set
us up yesterday and again today.  She doesn't seem to be the type to share
a lover.  The stray red hairs on one side of the bed were a give-away. 
Also the sheets were bunched up right down the middle of the bed.  You've
probably used these sheets four or five nights, right?"

   "Three." I nodded.

   "With the quantities you cum...  I mean...  look at the cum stains we
made just now.  There aren't any others.  I figure you two may share a bed,
but have never had sex here.  "

   "You are a detective!" I said admiringly.  "You forgot one other fact
that isn't evidence but supports your conclusion.  I am 55, and she is 18.
Plus, I think that if an exam were ordered, you find her to be a virgin."

   "I wanted to be polite and not mention the age thing.  Though Erin
didn't mind pulling your leg with Grandpa thing last night." she smiled. 
"But I doubt she's a virgin.  She's a modern 18 year old and very pretty.
I'd guess she's had sex."

   "Shall I examine her?" I asked in jest.

   "Harrison!" she said in mock horror.  "You'd never fit you whole hand -
fist- inside a girl like her!"

   We rolled on the bed laughing.  Angela looked at the clock, got up and
started dressing so I followed her lead.  She pulled the sheets off the bed
and the mattress pad too.

   "I'll take them to the Laundromat and bring them back this evening." she
informed me.  I pulled her close of a long kiss.  "We may not get another
chance."

   I nodded unhappily.  "You're a wonderful, beautiful woman, Angela, and
an awesome lover.  May I photograph you this afternoon or early evening?"

   "You really want to?" she asked looking pleased.  "I can't do nudes."

   "Let's do some portraits with your girls."

   She beamed.

   Angela and I were back at her campsite getting ready for lunch when the
girls came up from the beach.  Erin had kept them occupied, fed them snacks
and generally away from our RV, but they had run her ragged.  After lunch
together, Angela's girls went down for a nap, she went to do laundry,
including our sheets.  Erin and I went back to the RV to take a shower and
rest.  .

   Back at the RV, Erin asked if I wanted to join her for a shower.  I was
sorely tempted, but felt obliged to point out that the RV's shower stall
was barely large enough for one person.  There was no hope of two people
showering there, no matter how intimate they were.  So I put fresh sheets
on the bed, while Erin took a quick shower.  When she stepped out, she was
naked except for a towel wrapped around her hair.  She may have blushed
when we discussed her displays of nudity earlier in the day, but she showed
no such self-consciousness now.  I tried desperately to act like it was
normal to have her parading around in the nude.  It seemed as though I was
either staring at her or completely averting my eyes.  My only escape was
into the shower.

   When I had showered, shaved, and toweled dry, I emerged to find Erin
already napping under the sheets.  The thought of a nap was irresistible.
She woke when I lifted the sheets to climb in and join her.  She was nude
and held out her arms to offer me a sleepy embrace.  I dropped my towel and
climbed into her arms.

   "Hmmm....  You feel good..." I murmured.

   "So do you," she whispered.  "You worked miracles with Angela."

   "Oh?  Why do you say that?"

   "Uh huh.  She's glowing with positive vibes, anyone could see it." She
whispered sleepily.  "You can't tell me that it was nothing but a few
kisses this time..."

   "No...  It was more than kisses." I replied, and added, "She was
probably exuding a certain...  shall we say...  An afterglow..."

   "Afterglow?  That's a gentlemanly way of putting it..." she tittered.

   "Gentlemen don't tell certain things."

   "Whatever..." she replied.  "Whatever you want to think, I think she's
already dusting off her resume in her mind.  Thinking about getting a job.
She can see herself in a sheriff's uniform, behind the wheel of a cruiser
back home in North Carolina.  She knows she can do it.  She's shed that
lousy self-image." She explained.

   "How do know all this stuff?  She just decided that." I quizzed her.

   "A woman doesn't tell certain things..." she parroted back at me.

   "You deserve tons of credit.  You recognized what she needed, and made
me realize that she wasn't just a horny single mom looking to get laid on
vacation."

   I kissed her tenderly, and looked into her eyes.  Was it my imagination,
or was kissing Erin something truly unique?  Maybe it was just my growing
love for this extraordinary girl.

   "I love you too....  And it's easy...You're very lovable..." she
murmured as she rolled over, back to me, squirmed back close to me, my bare
cock at her ass, a hand cupping a breast, and she fell back into sleep.

   It took me a while to fall asleep, thinking about Erin, and our
relationship that was deepening so rapidly.  I had only known her for a
little over two days and it felt like she was a full and natural part of my
life.

   Erin's movement woke me abruptly.  Her ass was pressed against my
crotch. She had lifted one knee up and was maneuvering my cock between her
thighs.  She was holding the swollen hard head of my cock against the
outside of her pussy, and rubbing it against her clit.

   I restrained my initial panic, thinking "Oh god...  I won't be able to
resist penetrating her..." but my panic cleared and I realized that she was
masturbating herself with my cock.  I lay still, trying to control my
breathing - restrain my orgasm.  I was washed in sensations of pleasure and
it was difficult for me to keep myself from penetrating her.  She came
quickly and hard.  I felt her orgasm through her skin as though it were my
own.  Her touch was electric.  She seemed to be alight with pleasure.  It
took some serious control to not ejaculate.  It helped that Angela had
milked me dry so recently.  I refused to allow myself to release my semen
knowing that pregnancy now could ruin her life.

   "You needn't worry, I am on the pill.  I was planning on my future with
Jack..." she seemed to sense my tension and intuit my thought.

   As we lay there, her post orgasmic glow filled the room.  "You've got
some self control," she said.  "I wanted you in me so bad...  I was hoping
you'd...  But I now know you love me and really will make me wait..."

   "You don't know how much I wanted to, but.."

   "Harrison!  Don't lie to me!  You were panicked when you woke up!  I
could tell!  You were scared I would try to put it in...  I could feel the
tension!  You were going to pull away from, at least until you figured out
that what I was doing."

   "Yea...  Erin, we can't go on like this.  I won't have Angela for my
sexual release, she's leaving tomorrow.  Did you know that was one of her
justifications to herself for having sex with a married man?  She was
having sex with me to save you from me.  From taking advantage of you..."

   "You wouldn't be taking advantage of me.  I know you don't believe that
I'm ready.  You don't want to make love with me until you think I'm not
just on the rebound.  But until then...  I can give...  Can you teach me to
give you a blow job?"

   "We'll see.  I am fine right now, and I promised to take portraits of
Angela and her girls.  Want to be my photographer's assistant?"

   "Cool!  Sure!" she seemed genuinely excited.

   "Great!" I said.  "So let's get up and get moving!"

   "You got it!" Erin said enthusiastically.  "I have dibs in the
bathroom." She bounded out of bed, her nude form a blur of motion.

   I got up, pulled on some underwear, a T-shirt, and jeans.  I was sorting
through my camera equipment when Erin came out of the bathroom.  She
pretended to be shocked when the flash from my camera caught her preparing
to pull on a pair of her new panties.  Her expressive face amplified mock
anger as I caught her again grasping to pull a bra up to conceal her
breasts.  She laughed with me for the instant that my flash recharged, and
I caught another of her sticking her tongue out at the camera as she
fiddled with the clasp.  We were about to go out the door when I stopped.

   "I can't go over there with nude pictures of you on the camera....  They
might ask to review pictures on the camera's screen." I exchanged the
memory card for a blank one from my camera bag.  "Let's go!"

   The harsh afternoon light had faded by the time that we reached Angela's
camp site.  Everyone there was scrubbed, hair brushed and curled, and
dressed up in their Sunday finest.  I commented that it seemed a little odd
to bring clothes like theirs on a camping trip, but they explained that
they had left to go camping straight from church on the previous Sunday.

   With Erin's help posing the girls, and holding reflectors, we got some
great shots.  They even managed to get the camera out of my hands and Erin
took a couple of me with Angela before we all returned to the RV.  We all
clustered around the laptop to review the photos together.  The girls
laughed and giggled over the photos, and like any woman, Angela liked the
ability to delete digital shots that she deemed unflattering.  We selected
a handful to print in large format online and have shipped to her at home
and I burned a CD for Angela to take with her.

   It was past the girl's dinner hour when we started back to Angela's for
dinner and beers.  We consciously hung back, walking hand in hand, as Erin
raced ahead with the girls.  She drew me into a wistful kiss.

   "Oh, god, Harrison.  I can't believe I have to go tomorrow." She
murmured.  "I can still feel your fist up inside me and it makes me tingle
just to think about it.  Will I feel that good ever again?"

   "I guarantee it." I said with complete confidence.

   "Now that I know it's possible?" She looked at me for reassurance. 
"You've set my expectations pretty high.  What if..."

   "What if?  Life is full of what if's.  But this comes with a Sutter
Guarantee.  You've got my number, and North Carolina isn't so far.  Just
turn on the lights and siren on your sheriff's cruiser and come on up." I
joked.

   "Don't tease!" She shot back.  "I'm serious.  Could I see you again?"

   I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close.

   "I'm serious too.  Well not about coming up in a sheriff's cruiser, but
definitely about you coming up.  I won't be the only Sutter who's eager to
see you!" And I winked at her.

   Alice saw her mother and shouted, "Granpa's been giving mommy more good
advice."

   Everyone looked from Alice and back to Angela and then broke out
laughing.  Anglea's smile just grew wider.

   I started a camp fire and Erin got the girls singing.  Erin suggested
that Angela and I take a walk by the lake, while she spent her last evening
with her young friends.  We took her up on the offer, walked quietly into
the twilight and found a bench in a grove of trees overlooking the lake. 
The evening was cool and she leaned on me as we sat there.

   "Were you serious that you wife would be happy to meet me?" she resumed
our previous conversation.

   "I have no doubt of it..."

   "She must be very confident of your love for her to be willing to let
other women in your love life.  Are there other men in hers?" She asked. 
When I shook my head, she pressed on.  "Isn't that a little one sided?"

   I shook my head again, and she looked at me quizzically.

   "She has lovers." I offered and watched the dawning realization grow on
her face.

   "You mean she's a .." She paused.  "Is that Asian girl her lover?"

   "Lin?  Yes, she's my lover too."

   Angela looked at me with wide eyes, holding her breath as she thought. I
watched her for a judgmental reaction, hoping that this revelation would
not ruin our evening.  She let out her breath slowly and then asked, "That
makes her...  bisexual?"

   I nodded.  She was holding her breath again, so I waited.

   "I'm not..." She stated flatly.  "Will that bother her?"

   "No, and she won't try to convince you to be, though Lin want might to
try, if I didn't stop her.  But don't worry about it.  You'll find the
right guy in no time."

   She melted into my arms.

   "I know you're right...  I've found him already"

   I kissed her.

   "Now you know you can do it!"

   "It's harder than you think!  Ed was the only guy I'd ever been with.  I
thought that guys like you we only in the movies.  All the guys I knew beat
their wives, or Ed said they were complete wimps." she whispered in to my
neck as she nuzzled me.  "Tell me something honestly?"

   "Sure...  I'll always be honest." I assured her.

   "You've been with a lot of women...  Was I okay?" She asked hesitantly.

   I laughed.  "No, you weren't okay." I teased.  "You were great!  Where
did you learn to give head like that?"

   She giggled.  "Lot's of practice!  One time that I could be sure that Ed
would be calm and gentle was when he was in my mouth.  He'd smack me while
we were having regular sex, but he was a lamb when I sucked on him.  I
liked having that control, and when I learned to take it into my throat he
always wanted it."

   "It was the first time I'd experienced it..." I stated quietly.

   "Can I do it for you now?"

   "I'd love it, but here?  Should we go back to my RV." I said.  "We could
get more comfortable."

   "Complete honesty?" She looked in my eyes and I murmured agreement.  "I
can still feel your fist in me, and I love the feeling, but I'm too sore
down there to take you now."

   I started to apologized, but she placed two fingers over my lips.

   "Hush!  I said I loved it!  I only regret that we leaving we can't do it
again tomorrow...  And the next day...  And..." She trailed off dreamily.

   I could see she was being completely sincere.  Her finger traced the
outline of my swelling erection under my shorts.  She slipped off the bench
and maneuvered between my knees.  I looked around hesitantly but the
twilight had darkened almost to night, and situated under the grove of
trees, we were well hidden.

   "Don't think this is just a special treat for you." She said in a voice
already growing husky with arousal.  "I really loved it this morning, and
I've been looking forward to tasting you all day."

   I watched in the dim light as she unzipped my shorts.  I lifted my hips
off the bench to allow her to slide my shorts and briefs down.  She started
at the base of my cock, licking my balls and sucking them gently into her
mouth.  Slowly she kissed and licked her way up and down its length,
eliciting quiet sighs from me.  Her fingernails scratched my inner thighs
as her mouth slowly enveloped the head of my cock.  The sensation made my
erection swell and again I raised my hips off the bench, this time trying
to bury myself deeper in her mouth.  In response her hand encircled the
girth of my phallus, sliding it up, allowing me slip from her mouth.

   "Eager?" she rasped, stroking my cock.  "I wonder...  Should I take this
long and slow or fast and hot?"

   I wanted both at once.  I needed to thrust myself deep down her throat
immediately and I wanted it to last forever.  Silently I raised my hips
once again.  Even in the low light I could see a twinkle in her eye.

   Though I said nothing she correctly interpreted my desire.  She
responded silently as well.  The head of my swollen member quickly passed
her lips.  Almost instantly I felt the constriction of her throat massaging
the sensitive head.  I was amazed how she took me so deeply and so quickly.
She made a quiet gurgling sound as her throat repeatedly swallowed me.  I
realized she couldn't breathe with my cock sealing her throat.  I was
amazed at how long she kept it up between breaths, and when she stopped to
take a breath, she gently stroked and kissed the full length of my slick
member.  I was lost in the pleasure she was bestowing on me, running my
fingers through her hair but not trying to constrain or force her
movements. I have no idea on how long she kept me suspended in bliss.  I
don't think I even realized how I close I was to ejaculation when it
finally hit me.  She knew though.  She was fully aware of my state of
arousal.  When it finally hit, the head of my cock was sealed between her
lips and my semen coated her tongue, filling her mouth.

   I don't exactly recall pulling up my shorts, nor do I remember what we
talked about in my post orgasmic fog.  I only remember her leaning close
and holding her to me with her head resting on my shoulder.

   Back at the camp Jeannie saw us first and shouted.  "Mommy!  Can Erin
sleep over to night?  Please?  It's our last night!"

   Angela shushed her, and running her hands through her hair, she quietly
reminded the girls that they were already crowded in their camper.

   "Oh we have that figured out, Mommy!" Alice jumped in.  "You can go
spend the night in Granpa's camper and Erin can stay with us!  You won't
mind, will you Granpa?"

   I didn't know what to say to this child-like logic, so I laughed.  Erin
gave an encouraging look to Angela, but Angela laid down the law in a calm
tone that the girls understood as beyond argument.

   "No, sweeties, we have to get up early and go home.  Erin and Harrison
don't need to get up so early, besides, look at Erin.  She's tired.  You
two wore her plum out.  Erin needs to sleep, not wrestle all night with a
couple of wild things.  Now go get ready for bed and you can come out and
say goodbye to Granpa and Erin.  Hurry up, before I send them home!"

   The girls scampered off and were back in a flash in their little
t-shirts and panties, ready to kiss us goodbye.  My goodbye to Angela had
already been a long and delicious one, so we kissed and mumbled
endearments.

   It was close to midnight before Erin and I said an affectionate and
tearful goodbye to Angela, and returned to our RV to sleep.

   There was a nervous moment, undressing together in the narrow space in
the RV.  I was intensely aware of her proximity.  My cock was erect again
and stuck out when I pulled off my underwear.  She smelled fresh, and when
we brushed our hips together in the confines of the RV.  She smiled slyly
at me.

   "Need help with that?" glancing down at my cock.

   "What I need is sleep, sweetheart." I replied.  "I think that little man
has had enough attention today."

   "He certainly made my afternoon nap pretty wonderful!" She purred.  "I
would love to return the favor, but I suspect that he got some special
attention on that long walk you took!"

   "I'm sorry, Erin." I replied.  "It just happened!"

   "I know, silly.  I sent you off with her!"

   I crawled into bed nude, and Erin slipped in after me.  She rolled over
with her back to me and we cuddled up.  My hand was cupping her small
breast and my cock up against the smooth skin on the small of her back.  We
both succumbed to our fatigue and drifted off.

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