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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.  If geographic or other
details aren't correct feel free to offer suggestions, 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 ---

   Chapter 07

   Heading north towards Madison, Wisconsin, and the University of
Wisconsin, we stopped around lunchtime at a campground outside town.  The
plan was to head into town to explore the campus that afternoon, so we
didn't take much time settling in to our campsite.  Sitting at the picnic
table, we ate sandwiches and washed them down with iced tea.

   "Ready to head for campus?" I asked.  Erin had fallen quiet again and
seemed to be brooding.  "You okay, darling?"

   "Huh?  Oh, yea...  Well no.  Not really..." she mumbled.

   "That feeling again?" I asked and she nodded.  "Want to see a doctor in
town?"

   "No!" She said emphatically.  "It's nothing wrong with me!  It's him. 
The one that's following us." she looked down at her sandwich avoiding eye
contact.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you....  Let's go."

   She got up, threw the remainder of her sandwich into the trash and
climbed into the RV without looking back.  I watched puzzled, wondering
what was the matter, but I didn't linger.  I picked up our iced tea glasses
and climbed aboard.  Erin was already waiting for me, seated in the
passenger seat with her bare feet resting on the dashboard.  Perplexing
behavior, but rather than question it, I followed my instinct to be
available to listen when she was ready to talk.  I didn't have to wait very
long.  We were just inside the city limits when she spoke.

   "Harrison."

   "Hmmm?"

   "Sorry."

   "For what?"

   "For being a bitch."

   "That's hardly how I would characterize you.  Something's upsetting you.
Yeah.  But you're hardly a bitch." I consoled.  "You can talk about it if
you want - or not.  I'm here for you."

   "Thanks."

   We drove on silently for a few more minutes.  I could tell that she was
gathering her thoughts, so I waited quietly.

   "I just know we're being followed and it scares me." She said finally.
"I know, you're gonna say that we haven't seen him or heard from him.  But
I know he's out there.  It's like a really dark feeling.  I know someone
bad is there...  Watching."

   "Do you feel it all the time?  Now?" I asked.

   "No...  I didn't feel it back at the campsite either...  At least not
until right before we left."

   We started seeing signs of the University and Erin's attention was
diverted.  She was back to being an excited teenager.  While we were
stopped at a red light, we asked some students for directions to the
admissions office.  From there, finding a place to park the RV was the
problem, as none of the visitor's parking spots were anywhere near big
enough.  In the end Erin ran into the office to inquire about parking while
I sat idling in the RV and watching the coeds in skimpy summer outfits.  I
was lost in daydreams when Erin bound back into the RV.

   "Snap out of it old man!  " she laughed.  "You already have your own
coed!"

   I looked over at her and smiled at the twinkle in her eye.  It was good
to see her back in high spirits.

   "You don't think there are girls out there that need me as much as
Angela did?" I asked trying to look innocent.  Erin laughed but changed the
subject.

   "I bought a pass for a parking lot by Camp Randall Stadium.  It's a bit
of a hike, but there's space for this monster - gesturing to the RV.  I'm
registered for a campus tour tomorrow.  So we can just wander around this
afternoon.  Think you can keep you eyes off the girls long enough to see
the campus?"

   "uh...  How's 'bout you see the campus and I see the girls?"

   "You are an incorrigible dirty old man!" She playfully pretended to slap
me.  "You have to act like my dad, so straighten up!"

   "Can't I be your uncle?" I asked.

   "No, I already said that my Dad was accompanying me on the tour."

   We navigated the campus to the open parking lot, passing up several
parking "ramps" because they didn't have ceiling clearance that the RV
required.  The campus wasn't crowded because it was summer, and we easily
found a parking space.  From there we strolled aimlessly around campus,
until we arrived by chance at the lake shore.  I snapped pictures of Erin
in the golden light of the setting sun.  When the light had faded, we
continued walking until we found a restaurant that appealed to Erin.

   We were seated promptly and an attractive young waitress gave us menus
as she recited that day's specials.  During the entire performance, Erin
stroked my hand affectionately across the table.  Distracted from the
waitress I looked at Erin.  She had her wedding ring on and seemed to be
intent on bringing the waitress' attention to it.  When I looked back up at
the waitress, she was silent.  I hadn't heard the last of her recitation,
if indeed she had finished it.  There was an awkward second as I looked
back to Erin and then the waitress.  Erin just stared at me as though I was
the only person in the room.  I broke the silence by suggesting that we
start with drinks.  The waitress departed with my order for a Margarita and
Erin's ice tea.

   "What was that about?" I asked Erin in a puzzled tone.

   "I could tell she thought you were my Dad." Erin laughed quietly. 
"She's not so sure what to think now!"

   After a chuckle over the waitress' confusion, we studied the menu in
quiet amusement.  Erin picked out a rib eye steak with all the trimmings. I
grinned at her.

   "Kathryn would be pleased." I commented as the waitress reappeared with
our drinks.  "This how she thinks I should feed you!"

   We closed our menus as the waitress returned.  I placed the order for
both of us, but this time I paid more attention to the waitress' direction.
She looked back and forth between us with what appeared to be a slight
frown on her face.  She was an attractive woman in her early twenties, and
her body language couldn't hide her disapproval of our relationship and age
difference.  After verifying our order, she darted off.  I could see her
placing our order in the back of the restaurant.  She was talking to
another waitress, I suspected that she was telling her about the older man
and his student age wife.  I turned back to Erin to see her smirking.

   "You're amused?" I smiled at her.

   "mmhmm..." She giggled.

   "You like shocking people?"

   "Oh, she's not shocked.  She's jealous."

   "She looked shocked to me!  That frown she gave us."

   "Oh sure she frowned...  But she can't keep her eyes off us.  She's
jealous..." Erin's smirk didn't fade.

   We both laughed, but I caught our waitress casting surreptitious glances
our way.  Perhaps Erin was right.  Maybe it wasn't disapproval, it was a
curiosity at least.

   "So why did you choose to torment our poor waitress?" I asked.

   "She looked bored - and annoyed."

   "Annoyed?  Why do you say that?" I asked.

   "Okay, here's her story.  She's had a lonely, difficult childhood.  She
works really works hard to put herself through college, so hard that she
doesn't have time for a life or boyfriend.  Working at a restaurant right
near campus, she always sees students come in with their families and it
reminds her of what she doesn't have.  It annoys the hell out of her that
she has to work so hard and they don't."

   "You invent interesting stories, but why torment the characters in your
stories by making her think we're lovers?" I was puzzled at Erin's
behavior.

   "I didn't mean to torment her!  I just wanted to show her that you
aren't my dad...  Maybe plant an idea in her head?" Erin's voice trailed
off.  She was watching our waitress.

   "Plant an idea?  What sort of idea?"

   "She's smart, attractive, but she's trying to do it all herself.  She
needs to partner up....  See that guy in the booth over there?" She asked
and I nodded.

   "I think he's a regular here...  Because of her.  See how he watches
her? He's what?  Maybe thirty?  Those ten years of age difference have
stopped her from dating him...  Maybe our example will give her reason to
reconsider." Erin concluded.

   "Some imagination you have, girl!" I laughed.  Erin gave me a brief
blank look and then laughed with me.

   The steaks were good and our waitress checked on us frequently, offering
drink refills, smiling a little more, and generally acting very
solicitously.  After she took our dessert order, I commented to Erin that
it seemed that our waitress had cheered up.

   "Yea, watch her with her admirer.  She's paying a lot more attention to
him..." Erin said.

   I laughed at the continued fantasy soap opera, but in fact, as we were
checking out the restaurant was quiet and our waitress smiled and waved as
we left.  She was sitting in the booth with her admirer.

   Erin was giggling about it all the way back to our campground.  Her
delight with the little soap opera was amusing.  She remained convinced
that she had brought them together by flaunting of our fictitious
relationship.  I didn't have the heart to argue about how silly that
seemed. I was simply pleased that she was happy, after her fears and moods.


   When we got back to the campground, Erin was already asleep in the
passenger seat.  She sleepily undressed, pulled on one of my T-shirts and
went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, while I stepped out into the
dark to make our electric, water and waste hookups.  When I got back in,
she was already asleep in our bed, I called Kathryn.  She was happy to hear
that I had fed Erin properly and that Erin was in good spirits.

   "See!  It's all nutrition!" She crowed.  She then proceeded to update me
on Naomi's pregnancy and other details of home life.  The conversation
wasn't long but it was good to her voice.  As we were ready to hang-up,
Kathryn offered some final advice.

   "It's been about a week, you should make sure that she calls her
father." To which I murmured my agreement.  "Oh, Naomi called.  She loved
the pictures of Erin and got you voice message.  It's probably too late to
call her at home tonight but she asked you to call her cell tomorrow."

   The next morning we headed back to town for the college tour.  I had
been on plenty of college tours with the twins, but I was amazed at how
much tuition had increased, and I was thankful that both Allie and Dina had
decided on going in-state to a Virginia college.  While I wondered where
Erin would get the money for out of state tuition, she was focused on her
academic and campus life questions.  Kids never thought about the
practicalities such as where the cash would come from.  The morning tour
passed quickly, leaving me with aching feet from all the walking.  In my
own interest, I suggested that we split up for lunch and that she try one
of the university dining facilities, while I wandered on my own.

   "You'll get a better feel for what the students are like if you don't
have me hanging around.  You can blend in...."

   She tried to protest that she wanted my company, but didn't insist.  We
agreed that she would call my cell phone when she wanted to meet up again.

   I found a place where I could pick up a sandwich and sit outdoors.  I
selected a quiet spot with bench in the shade and sat down to eat and call
Naomi.

   "Hey Dad!" she practically shrieked when she answered.  "How's your
project doing?"

   "Project?" I was puzzled.

   "Erin!" She laughed.  "Harrison Sutter, saving the world, one virgin at
a time!"

   I chuckled in response and filled her in on our trip and Erin's fears
and foreboding.

   "She's like a normal girl otherwise?" Naomi asked.

   "Very normal, smart..." I responded.

   "And pretty too!" She interrupted.  "I saw the photos.  Some of your
best glamour work.  Can I put some up on the website?"

   "Sure, but don't but up any of the topless ones.  She said it was okay,
but she's sort of emotionally fragile right now.  I'd like to wait and see
what we decide to put up later...  She might not..."

   My cell phone started beeping with an incoming call.  I looked at the
caller Id.  It was Erin.

   "Hold on sweetheart...  Erin's calling." I switched to Erin's call. 
"Erin, how's it going?  You done already?"

   "Where are you?" I could hear panic in her voice.

   "What's wrong?"

   "He's here!  Where are you?" she asked.

   "Are you alone?  Are you with other people?" I pressed.

   "I'm where we split up.  I'm alone but there are lots of students
around. Where are you?"

   "You stay there.  I am coming to you.  Hold on - I'll be right there! 
Stay on the line.  I've got to hang up on another call."

   "Okay, but hurry!" Erin almost whined, her fear was palpable.  I clicked
back to Naomi.

   "Hey, sweetheart, I gotta go.  Erin's having a panic attack.  I'll call
back soon..."

   "You go take care of her.  I'll be here!" Naomi said calmly, and I hung
up, switching back to Erin.

   "I am on my way, baby, everythings gonna be alright!" I said, tossing
the remains of my sandwich in a trash can and running back the way I had
come.

   I found Erin standing in the middle of the wide plaza in front of the
dining hall where I has left her.  There was no need to ask how she was
feeling, she was obviously terrified.  I pulled her into my arms, embracing
her.  For the moment, I was oblivious to the people around us and passing
by.  It was as though we were in an alternate reality.  Holding her,
without talking, I could feel her fear and panic slowly ebb.  As she
relaxed, I slowly became aware of our surroundings once again, though it
felt like the people passing by us were flashing by us, like water flowing
past a rock in a river.  I returned the focus of my attention to Erin,
certain that I could calm her fears with my presence and will.  When she
had relaxed sufficiently, I pulled back a little and started walking with
her towards the RV, formulating a plan as we walked.

   When we arrived I suggested that she take a short nap, and to my
surprise she didn't object, curling up on the bed and falling asleep.

   While she slept, I did some research online and found one of those nice
hotels that had large suites, a big indoor/outdoor pool and hot tub.  I
called and made reservations.  I told the clerk that we were making an
unexpected stop on our cross-country honeymoon trip, and that I would like
to surprise my bride with a big king bed, a room with a walk-in shower and
flowers in the room.  She was all too pleased to be involved in a little
romantic surprise, promising to take care of it personally.  That plan
taken care of, I called Naomi back.

   "What happened?" Naomi asked before I could even say hello.  Caller id
still catches me off guard.  I filled her in on the basic story, thinking
her curiosity would be satisfied.  I was surprised with the detailed
questioning that I was subjected to.  She made me recount the story of our
trip from when we met in the café to the present.  Naomi pressed for
details on Erin's parents her curiosity was frustrated when I couldn't
remember Erin's mother's name.  She was particularly concerned about Erin's
feelings of being stalked.  In the end she congratulated me on taking her
to a hotel and advised me to take Erin's fears seriously.

   "Better safe than sorry!  If she's worried, you should be too!" She
said. "She's seems like a smart, nice person and she's hot too!"

   After I hung up, I sat quietly, thinking and watching Erin sleep.  I
must have dozed off, because I woke with Erin kissing my forehead.

   "How are you feeling?" I asked.

   "Sorry for my freak out.  I'm better.  But he's still out there.  Can we
go?"

   "Sure, baby..." I said as I stood and stretched.  I navigated out of the
parking lot and towards the hotel.

   "Where are we headed?" Erin asked in a puzzled tone.  "The campground
was the other way..."

   "Don't worry...  I have a plan..." I replied trying to sound mysterious.

   "What is it?" She was perking up with curiosity.  "Tell me!"

   "Well...  Mrs.  Sutter, we're going to a nice hotel tonight...."

   "A hotel?" She asked.

   "Yup!"

   "A nice one?" She asked expectantly.

   "Yup!  Think of it!  A big king sized bed and a full sized bath or
shower to share!" I prompted.  Her eyes lit up and I knew that I'd made the
right suggestion, probably right for more reasons than just my own.

   "Can we just order pizza and enjoy the hotel room?" she asked, with a
twinkle in her eye.

   "What might you have in mind, young lady?" I countered, knowing full
well what she was thinking.

   "Me?" She feigned innocence.  "Something in mind?  Can't a girl just
want to spend a quiet evening with her man?"

   This was the first time in our week together that we had stayed anywhere
but the RV.

   "I want to make it nice.  I had been thinking of ordering room
service..." I replied.

   "Like with the waiter bringing the cart with the food on it and all?"
She said with excitement.  "That's so cool!"

   Finding the hotel was easy, and I drove around the back to find a
parking space large enough for the RV, and one that wasn't visible from the
road.  The young receptionist's eyes lit up when I said that I had a
reservation in the name of Mr.  and Mrs.  Sutter.

   "Mr.  Sutter!  I'm Karen.  We talked on the phone.  Congratulations!"
She gushed.  If she was surprised by the young bride hanging affectionately
on my arm, she hid it behind an enthusiastic and professional demeanor. 
She couldn't have been more that three years older that Erin, but she
didn't miss a stride.  "Mrs.  Sutter, Congratulations!"

   Once I had signed the paper she had slipped across the counter, she
stepped out from behind the reception and said, "Let me show you to your
room.  Where are you parked?"

   I indicated the back parking lot and she confirmed that there was an
entrance near the rear parking lot that we could use to bring our things
into the hotel.  She led off, taking Erin in tow.  By the time we got to
the elevator, they were talking like old friends.  Karen showed Erin how to
use the key card to access the top floor of the hotel where our room was
located.

   The room was obviously a bridal suite and I knew I had only signed for
the daily rate of a standard suite.  Erin was bubbling with excitement and
pleasure.  The floral arrangement had a welcome card next to it, along with
an iced bottle of champagne, two champagne flutes, and a plate of chocolate
chip cookies.  Karen obviously had a romantic soul and was indulging it -
and us.

   She was still showing Erin around when I decided to get our things from
the RV.  When I returned, Erin was sitting on the edge of the bed looking
excited.

   "Let's go swimming!" she practically demanded, and added, "We've got
until 7:00!"

   "Why only 'til 7:00?"

   "While you were out, I ordered room service from Karen..." She giggled.
"This is fun!"

   We changed into our swimsuits quickly and headed for the pool.  Erin
wore her one-piece blue Speedo and I wore my boxy brown swim shorts.  We
pretty much had the pool to ourselves, so we swam laps with Erin doing
three in the time I had completed two with my relaxed stroke.  Around 6:30
I got out, toweled off and lay on a lounge chair.  Erin finished her laps
and I enjoyed watching her emerge from the pool - water flowing off her
slim form.  I wasn't the only one admiring her.  There were a couple of
other husbands soaking up the sight and at least one slightly annoyed wife
looking on.

   We arrived back in the room still wearing wet suits only moments before
the room service cart arrived.  There was only one large silver domed cover
over a large platter that looked like it was big enough to contain a
roasted turkey.  Erin stepped between me and the hotel waiter, placing a
tip in his hand and signing the room service slip.

   "Let's eat!" she said and dramatically lifted the elegant silver cover
to reveal a large pizza.  She laughed at the look on my face.  "You wanted
room service...  I wanted pizza...  We both got what we wanted..."

   I laughed with her.

   "I guess you call it a win-win solution." I said, still laughing.  "It's
a good thing I brought the beer in, because pizza and champagne make a
lousy combination."

   I reached for two beers and twisted off the tops.  We clinked bottles
and started in on the pizza.  We polished off half the pizza and two beers
each before we pushed the room service cart away.  We sat there quietly
sipping our third beer and it was clear that Erin was feeling no pain. 
Plain and simply put, she was getting drunk.

   "Hey!  Showers before bed?" I prompted.

   "I have a plan!  A showers - together - then back down to that hot tub
and then maybe...  just maybe...  to bed...  if you're good!" Erin clearly
had thought about getting all she could out of this hotel interlude.  She
jumped up, heading to the bathroom.

   "Hey, you can't complain about this shower being too small for two
people!" Erin called from the bathroom.  I heard the shower start running
and when I peered into the bathroom, Erin had shed her swimsuit and was
reaching in the shower stall to test the water temperature.  I dropped my
swim shorts quickly and joined her in the steamy shower.

   The hot water streamed over us.  I opened the small bar of hotel soap
and began soaping her back.  She turned to face me and I continued soaping
her breasts and tummy.  She smiled up at me as my soapy hands ran up and
down her body.

   "Want me to shampoo your hair?" I said.

   "Hmmm...." She replied.  I poured the entire contents of the small
shampoo bottle into my hand and massaged it into her long red hair.  The
lather spread over her hair, massaging her scalp.  Before I stopped, she
was purring contentedly.  Drawing her under the shower's spray, she melted
into my arms and I held her soapy body close.

   "Let's rinse you off and try this conditioner."

   The conditioner made her silky wet hair slip through my fingers.  I
finished another massage of her scalp and rinsed her once.

   "My turn!" She exclaimed, reaching for another bottle of shampoo.  I had
to lean over a little to let her work the shampoo into my hair.  My eyes
closed to keep the shampoo out of my eyes, I momentarily was lost in the
sensation of her fingers massaging my scalp.  She was done all too quickly
and I let out a playful whine of disappointment.

   "Oh grow up!" She mocked my whining.  "I still have to put conditioner
on you."

   She poured another entire bottle of conditioner over my hair and began
massaging again.  This time when the massage ended she continued to run her
slick fingers down my back, pulling me to her.  The hot water sprayed over
our bodies, still slick with conditioner.  My hard phallus slipped over her
tummy.  I pulled her close.  Erin's small, firm breasts compressed against
my chest.  The hot spray tingling across my back and her slippery body
against mine, I was lost in a long, lingering kiss.

   When we broke the kiss, I took her hand and led her out of the shower.
We toweled each other dry.  On her knees on the bath mat, she kissed the
head of my swollen cock.

   "Wait, sweetheart..." I restrained her with a hand in her hair.

   Her lips were parted and still wet hair was slicked back as she looked
up at me with a questioning look.  My cock was inches from her face.

   "Can't I suck you?" she smiled impishly.

   Silently, I lifted her to her feet and led her out of the bathroom. 
Holding her hand and crossed to the bed, were she sat on the edge.  Leaning
forward and she took my cock in her mouth.  I was already hard, but the
sight of her seated on the corner of the bed and the contact with her warm
mouth had the effect of making my cock swell even further.  She looked up
at me with her green eyes smiling with her lips wrapped around the shaft. A
glow of passion enshrouded us.  Starting with the intention of a few tender
moments of oral pleasure, I became inflamed in my own personal lust.  I
grasped her hair and began forcing my cock in and out of her mouth,
completely lost in the sensation.  Hearing her gasp slightly brought my
focus back to Erin.  Her eyes were watering, but it was obvious that she
was overcome by the same lust as I had been.  Her eyes hooded and her face
was flushed.

   "Oh my god!  Don't stop!" She panted in a ragged voice.

   I must have looked concerned, because she just let out a moan and took
my cock back in her mouth.  Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock,
and I responded with a moan of pleasure.  Her right hand found my left
hand, guiding me to the hair on the back of her head.  A realization of
what she wanted swept over me, and I grasped her hair tightly forcing my
member in and out of her mouth.  I was reveling in using her for my
pleasure and knew instinctively that it was exactly what she wanted too.

   It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm rising.  I pushed her back
on the bed, and knelt between her thighs.  She looked up at me quizzically.
I stroked my cock and she understood.  Once again she reached down and
spread the pink folds of her vagina open to me, just as cum shot out and
spilled over her waiting labia.  I rubbed the head of my cock up and down
the length of her pussy, spreading the white fluid over her.  I basked in
the glow of my orgasm and the sensations of rubbing my slick fluids over
and into her pussy.  It didn't take long before she was shuddering with her
own very intense orgasm, and I fell on the bed beside her.

   "That was the first time you didn't treat me like a china doll..." She
said in a throaty voice, still getting her breath back.

   "Sorry, I got a little carried away..."

   "Promise you'll get a little more carried away sometime soon?" She
smiled seductively.

   "You liked it, huh?"

   "Mmhmm..." She snuggled close.  And we lay there in a bonded silence.

   "I guess we've found a way for a virgin to get pregnant..." She
whispered.

   I know she felt me tense up, because she continued, "Don't worry!  I'm
not pregnant!  But a virgin could give birth that way...  Just rubbing your
seed in...  It would take a lot of trying though..."

   "Hmmmm...  Possibly..." I thought out loud, "Shall we keep trying?"

   "What?  Virgin conception?  I'm no Mary!" She giggled.  "You crazy?  As
good as that just was, I want to feel you deep inside me.  I hope you don't
make me wait too much longer."

   "Hmmmm...." I murmured.

   "Hey!  No fair falling asleep!" She shook me.  "There's that big hot tub
waiting for us."

   I stirred as she got up and went back into the shower.  I managed to sit
up on the edge of the bed as she returned, toweling off her crotch.

   "I see why some girls shave bare." She said in a snarky voice.  "It must
make it easier to rinse off dried cum..."

   She looked adorable as she dried herself.  Her wet hair was a lustrous,
deep red.  Muscles rippled under supple satin smooth skin.  Her nipples
were hard little knots atop small breasts.  She was irresistible.  I stood
and crossed the room to her, gathering her in my arms.  My cock stiffened
at contact with her soft skin.

   "Hey!  Think hot tub!" She giggled, pushing me away, reaching for her
dry bikini.  "Let's go!  The hot tub closes at 11:00"

   I only had the one set of cold, wet swimming trunks, which I reluctantly
pulled up, with Erin prodding me and finally pushing me out the door. 
Arriving at the hot tub, we found that the pool area was deserted, except
for two couples in the large hot tub.  The couples were both in their
thirties and obviously knew each other.  They seemed to have been deep in
discussion, but stopped as we approached and stepped down into the hot tub.
The two men were helpless - completely unable to keep their eyes off Erin's
young body.  Both received under water nudges from their wives and averted
their eyes.  One of the two women became decidedly frosty, if such a thing
is possible in a hot tub, when Erin sat on my lap and draped my arm around
her.  It had been bad enough when they thought that their husbands were
eyeing my daughter, but it was intolerable when she appeared to be my
lover. Mrs.  Frosty grew increasingly outraged.  Meanwhile, I could sense
Erin's complete amusement with the situation, as she snuggled close in a
very public display of affection.

   "Does your wife know?" the incensed woman gathered her courage to
demand, looking pointedly at my wedding ring.

   I feigned a puzzled look.

   "You're married and you're with this young girl.  Does your wife know?"
She repeated.

   "Oh, of course she knows..." I replied, and Erin raised her left hand up
out of the water to display her ring.  "In fact, we're on our honeymoon..."

   The accuser blushed beet red, sputtered a second and fell silent.  She
couldn't see her husband's face crinkle around the eyes and lips in a
slight but satisfying smile.  After this outburst, their conversation was
uncomfortable and ended completely within moments.  Finally the accuser's
husband stood.

   "I think I'm sufficiently poached.  Eileen, let's go." He said in an
authoritarian tone.  "Good evening everyone."

   Eileen rose and quietly stepped out of the tub, nodding to their friends
who were not moving to follow.

   "We'll see you at breakfast!" The other woman said with forced
cheerfulness, as they left.  She then turned to us and continued in a low
voice.  "You have to excuse Eileen.  She thinks that Adam is having an
affair.  I think that's why she lashed out..."

   Her partner nudged her under the water, and she giggled.

   "Oh, you know it's more than that!" He chuckled.  "She's just a damn
prude!"

   Erin and I looked at each other with amusement.  Turning to the other
couple, I smiled and nodded.

   "Name's Harrison.  And this is Erin." I said.

   "I'm April"

   "Robert.  Robert Johnson."

   "When did you get married?" April asked.

   "Just last Sunday!" Erin adlibbed happily.  "If you think Eileen had a
problem with our age difference, you should have seen my Dad!  At least at
first!"

   We laughed.  And Erin continued.

   "So something happened to make Eileen suspect her husband, huh?" She
asked pointedly and looked back and forth between the two strangers.  They
looked at each other.

   "Not that I...  We know of!" April responded after a pause.

   "Oh!  I am sensing something!  Something was planned..." Erin said
raising her hands with sudden enthusiasm.  They looked her as though she
was insane.

   "It was planned...  to happen here..." Erin intoned waving her hands
horizontally over the surface of the bubbling hot tub's water, like a witch
performing her incantation over her cauldron.  I could hardly suppress a
laugh at the impromptu piece of theater and wonder at what ridiculous game
she was up to.  What a character she was.

   "Yes...  Here...  You had an pact...  A secret agreement...  But only
with him...  but she didn't like it..." Erin chanted and then stopped to
look at the couple.  I looked at them again.  They didn't regard her as
though she were nut case anymore.  She had their complete attention.  I
looked back at her.  She was staring at them.  Suddenly I felt as though I
was the only who didn't know what the hell was going on.

   "How did you know?" April whispered.  Her husband was silent but his jaw
had dropped noticeably.

   "Know?  What do you know?" I interjected.

   "April, Robert and Adam wanted to convince Eileen to try swinging.  They
had brought it up here...  Moments ago...  Eileen didn't want to go along
with it.  In fact she was pissed." Erin explained and Robert's jaw dropped
further.

   "I'm right!  Aren't I?" Erin crowed triumphantly.

   April and Robert turned to me, and looked expectantly.  They wanted an
explanation.

   "Well?" I asked.  "Is she right?"

   "It's a bit scary...  Yes...  She's all too right!" Robert said looking
nervous and bewildered.  "How did she know?  Is she always like this?"

   I shrugged.

   "Yes, she's always like this.  How does she do it?  It's parlor tricks.
She should be a detective.  She notices details other miss.  She reads body
language like a book, and she's got hyper-sensitive hearing.  She probably
over heard some of your conversation when we walked in the door." I
theorized.

   Erin nodded to show agreement, and leaned towards April.

   "It all means that he..." She nodded my direction, "hasn't got a prayer
of getting away with fooling around behind my back without me knowing."

   "Why would he want to?" Robert muttered, grinning lecherously at Erin.

   "You're right..." I responded, even though it wasn't really a question.
I winked at Erin and added, "I don't do anything my wife doesn't know
about..."

   Erin cuddled up even closer amidst the hot bubbling water and kissed me
passionately, pretending that the other couple wasn't there.  I was
self-conscious, but her kisses were irresistible.  Her tongue traced the
outline of my lips, and darted between then to find the tip of my tongue.
Soon I lost my self-consciousness and was passionately returning her
affection.  I wasn't startled when I felt Erin's hand lightly grasp my cock
under water.  I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw Robert and
April were following our lead.  I nudged Erin so she could see as well. 
Just as she looked, the back of April's red bikini top floated loose.  It
was still tied around her neck, but we caught a clear view of Robert's hand
as he lifted a large, firm breast in a passionate embrace.

   Emboldened by what I saw, I returned my attention to Erin.  My hands
explored her body under the water.  Feeling the force of a jet, I
maneuvered Erin until I had her positioned with the force of the jet on her
crotch, eliciting a gasp in response.  I slid my hand down the front of he
bikini bottoms, quickly finding my way into her.  The effect on her was
electric and seemed to radiate from her through the water.  I was consumed
with a desire to lift her out of the water and penetrate without waiting to
return to the room - regardless of who might observe us.

   "Oh god!  Yes!  Yes!" I heard her panting over the roiling water.  I
resisted the urge to rape her in front of April and Robert.  I knew from my
current state that it would not be sweet love making, I wanted to take her
roughly and urgently.  I couldn't do that to her.  It had to be more
loving. Slowly she came down from the crescendo of her orgasm, collapsing
in my arms.

   "Oh...  Harrison..." She mouthed as she kissed me.  "Thank you....  That
was wonderful..."

   I was brought back to reality suddenly by the sound of the door to the
pool area opening.  Karen's head appeared in the entrance way.

   "Folks, it's now five minutes to closing.  Have a good night!" She
called out, without even looking our way.

   "Oh damn!" April panted, her bikini top now completely missing.

   'Let's go darling..." Robert said as he stepped out of the water.  His
wet swim suit clung tightly to him out lining a spectacularly huge
erection. He leaned down to offer a hand to April, who allowed herself to
be assisted out of the water.  I caught an arched eyebrow in Erin's face at
the unobstructed sight of April's large, firm breasts.  She put her arms
around Robert, tilted her head back to receive a protracted kiss.  In the
middle of the kiss she dramatically arched her back and bent one leg at the
knee, pointing her toe.  This was a show for our benefit and could tell
that Erin was enjoying it.

   The kiss broke and they turned to go, smiling at us.  Erin cleared her
throat.

   "Missing something?" She reached across the hot tub, fished out a flimsy
piece of red material floating there and held it up.

   April looked down and smiled mischievously.

   "Care to join us for a nightcap?" She said huskily as she leaned over to
take her bikini top.

   I couldn't take my eyes off the wonderful view of April's full breasts.
There was a fraction of a second pause before Erin responded for us.

   "I can't drink.  I may be pregnant.  Besides, I'm only 18." She
responded.

   "Well, congratulations!" She winked at me.  "That was fast."

   "Thanks, We've been...  uh...  working at it..." I lied.

   "I'll bet you have!" Robert responded.

   After they had left, Erin laughed.

   "Liked April's boobies?" She taunted me.

   "I don't think I was the only person admiring them!" I shot back. 
"What's the business about being pregnant?  Wouldn't a simple 'no thank
you' have sufficed?"

   "What?  And have her try to convince us to go back with them?" She
responded incredulously.  "Did you see the size of his thing?  Could that
possibly fit in a woman?  I was scared about it when I first saw how big
you are, but him?  He's a horse!"

   "Oh, I think April likes it...  but, we'd better get going before Karen
comes back to chase us out." I kissed her again.  "I do love you, little
girl..."

   We toweled off, and wrapped dry towels around our waists, before heading
back to the room.  Just outside the entrance to the pool, we found Karen
smoking a cigarette.  She smiled.

   "Are you enjoying your stay?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

   "The hot tub was wonderful!" I replied.

   "I'm sorry you couldn't have it to yourselves on your honeymoon..."
Karen sympathized.

   "Oh, the other couple was very...  interesting!" I commented, chuckling
to myself.

   "I imagine they were!  She didn't quite have her bikini back on when she
left..." Karen said, joining my laughter.

   "We though it was amusing too.  You see that kind of thing all the time
when you close up?" I inquired.

   "I see it often enough.  It's better than the drunken jerks who break
glasses or try to grope me!" Karen replied.  She put out her cigarette and
locked the door.  "You two enjoy your stay and the rest of you honeymoon."

   Back in the room, we took a brief but pleasurable shower together to
rinse off the chlorine from the hot tub.  The shower ended with Erin on her
knees licking the length of my resurgent shaft.  She stopped after a moment
and looked up at me.

   "I read a story on the internet..." She returned her attention to my
phallus.

   "Don't leave thoughts unfinished!" I chastised her between moans.

   "It said that champagne and cum taste good together..." She smiled
wickedly, while the hot water streamed over her.  "and I've never even
tasted champagne..."

   "Well, this seems like a time for your first champagne!"

   We took our time toweling off, and moved to the sofa.  The champagne
bottle was still in the ice bucket, with glasses on the tray next to it. 
The bottle was dripping wet, so I retrieved a fresh hand towel to wrap
around it.  Erin made it clear that she wanted me to be seated, while she
went to the bed to bring extra pillows.  She indicated that I should lean
forward and she placed a pillow behind me.  Her bare breast passed so close
to my face, I couldn't resist latching my arms around her and kissing the
pink nipple atop the firm white mound.

   "Stop!" She giggled and pushed me back.  "I'm busy!"

   Playfully, she fought free of my groping and continued to arrange the
remainder of the pillows on floor in front of me.  She then seated herself
on the pillows and looked up at me smiling and expectant.  She had a gleam
in her green eyes.  Her red hair was still damp and glistening.  I reached
for the champagne bottle.

   "Show me how to open it." She asked, reaching to take the bottle from
me. I leaned over close to her, putting arms around her.

   "Peel this lead covering off.  Yea...  Like that.  Now hold the cork
tightly with your left hand and in twist the wire there.  Loosen it all the
way.  Don't worry, the cork won't just fly out."

   "Isn't it supposed to?" She asked.

   "No, you're suppose to slowly twist it...  Ease it out, but if it feels
like it's gonna pop, hold it...  Let the pressure ease and keep going."

   There was a slight pop and the cork was out.  Erin beamed, very
satisfied with her own success.

   "It's sorta like giving a blowjob...  You take it real slow and back off
to keep it from popping too quick...  The difference is that with a
blowjob, you want a really big pop in the end..." She giggled and I joined
her laughter.

   "You can really shoot the cork off a champagne bottle too...  It's just
a waste of good bubbly!" I said still laughing.

   She set the bottle on the coffee table and then leaned closer to caress
my hard cock, giving it a kiss.

   "And it would be a waste of good cum not to let this pop!" She whispered
and then took the head of my cock into her lips.

   My response was uncontrollable.  I was hard, but contact with her lips
made me unbelievably harder.  I pushed my hips up towards her, but she
teasingly drew back.  My cock slipped from her lips.  Cradling it gently in
her hand, she attempted to look innocent and demur.

   "Sir!  You're not going to offer a lady a glass of champagne?"

   I could barely keep from laughing and what I really wanted to do was to
stuff it back in her mouth, but I refrained from doing either one. 
Instead, I adopted a mock formal tone.

   "Excuse me, Miss!  You don't look quite old enough to be drinking..."

   "Well, then perhaps I am not old enough for the intimate activities that
you seem to enjoy so much!" She said with mock seriousness, looking at my
hard member in her soft hand and batting her eyelashes.

   "Well, let's not put too fine a point on the age question!" I said,
trying not to laugh.  "May I pour you a glass of bubbly?"

   The glasses where still frothing when I leaned down, clinked glasses and
kissed her.  She took her first sip and dropped the play acting.  She
giggled when the bubbles tickled her nose.  I sat back in the sofa,
admiring the beautiful, naked lady sitting on the floor at my feet.  She
took a couple of sips of her champagne, and placed the glass on the coffee
table.  Her lips warmed quickly as she wrapped them around the head of my
cock.

   The next half hour was pure, prolonged sensual gratification.  Once
again she brought me to the pleasurable peak of a climax, without allowing
me the finality of a complete ejaculation.  She let the head of my cock
free from her mouth, kissing the shaft and licked down to my balls, gently
sucking them into her mouth.  I watched in fascination as she lavished
attention on me.  Stopping for a moment, still fondling me, she reached for
her champagne glass.  When she had taken the last sip from her glass, she
winked at me mischievously.  Tipping her glass over my cock, she dripped
the remainder of the champagne down its length.  She then licked each drop
with the tip of her tongue.  Nothing was left to drip out when she tipped
the glass again.

   "All gone!" she said in a high pitched, childish voice - tilting her
head and looking up at me.  "More?"

   I refreshed her glass and she took a sip before resuming her attention
to my cock.  I sat back and just enjoyed the pleasurable experience. 
Slowly she worked me up to climax and kept me hovering there without
ejaculation.  So young and with relatively little experience, yet she had
at remarkable talent.  I was in a haze of sustained near orgasm, becoming
almost accustomed to this plateau of ecstacy, when I felt the sensations
suddenly change.  I opened my eyes and saw that Erin kneeling in front of
me.  She had arched her back and spread her knees apart.  One hand was on
the base of my cock and the other hand was buried between her own thighs.
It was clear that she was close to orgasm herself.  She was no longer in
control of the situation and we were both on the verge.  I focused and put
a last-minute effort into my self-control just as Erin lost hers.  My organ
slipped from her mouth and she moaned uncontrollably, fingering herself
wildly.  Her face rested in my crotch, her eyes closed, with the length of
my slick cock rubbing against her cheek as she peaked in her orgasm.  The
sight was so intensely erotic, and the friction of her cheek rubbing
against my cock, I knew I would cum soon.  I leaned back and closed my
eyes.

   I could feel the pressure build towards a monumental orgasm.  In my
imagination I could see my semen spurting out in copious quantities,
lubricating the friction between my throbbing cock and Erin's flushed face.
It didn't happen.  Just as my cum surged up the length of my phallus, I
felt Erin move and her lips encircled its head.  I opened my eyes as the
intensely pleasurable sensations rolled over me.  I could see Erin's lips
tightly sealed around my cock and her hand cupping my balls.  I closed my
eyes again and arched my back.  Erin moved with me and I could feel keeping
me in her mouth as my semen gushed into her mouth.  When the waves of the
orgasm subsided and I re-opened my eyes, my cock was still hard and
twitching in her mouth.  When I lovingly ran my fingers through her hair,
she opened her eyes, and slowly let me slip from her mouth.  She gave me a
funny smile.  Sitting up on the pillows, and holding her head upright, she
opened her mouth to show me that she'd retained my cum throughout my
orgasm. Reaching for her glass of champagne, she raised it in a silent
toast.  I watched for a second in silent fascination as she swirled a sip
of champagne in her mouth with my fluids.

   "Ah!  Every bit as good as promised!" she sighed with satisfaction after
she had swallowed dramatically.

   I raised my glass and we clinked them together before sipping the
remainder.  With the champagne gone, I lifted Erin from her cushions on the
floor and physically carried her to the king sized bed.

   "Don't think that because this bed is so big that you'll get any more
space..." I muttered, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close in
the middle of the bed.

   "Don't worry..." she kissed me, "I am right where I want to be."

   She rolled over, still in my arms, and nestled her back against my
tummy. I wrapped my leg over her thighs.  The smooth warmth of her body
against mine was the pleasure in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.