Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: TheSpringg Title: Road Trip Part: Chapter 09 Universe: The Line of Magdalene Summary: Harrison finds Erin at a road side cafe and eventually brings her home. Keywords: Mf, teen, first 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) NOTE: The author retains copyright to this work of fiction. You may link to this story from non-commercial or free sites, but you may not copy or use it for any commercial purpose. If the reader has tender sensitivities relating to explicit descriptions of sexual behavior in literature, please read no further. Earlier chapters may be found here: www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/TheSpringg/Road%20Trip/ -------------------------- Road Trip --- Chapter 08 We got up late, dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. One of the couples from the hot tub the previous night, Eileen and Adam, were finishing their breakfast. I steered Erin to a table at the far end of the restaurant, I wasn't awake enough to cope with another one of Erin's amusing little drama's. After the waitress had dropped off our menus and filled our coffee cups, Erin leaned over to me, glanced over to the other couple's table, and back at me. "Don't worry, I won't make a scene..." She whispered and winked at me. She was as good as her word until April and Robert appeared at the entrance. Erin saw them first and waved. To my surprise, they came over to greet us. "Good morning!" Erin chimed, to which they responded a little groggily. It was clear that their evening had not ended when they had left the hot tub. I wondered whether they had ended up with Eileen and Adam after they had left us. Erin dispelled that suspicion right away. "Last night was fun!" She whispered conspiratorially. "I wish we could stay another night, but think you'll have fun tonight..." "What do you mean?" April asked. "I think you'll find the Eileen will be more open to your plans..." Erin clarified. "More of your mysterious detective work?" Robert asked, obviously curious. I rolled my eyes. "No, call it a prediction!" Erin whispered, maintaining her conspiratorial tone. Both Robert and April looked like they wanted to ask questions, but I preempted them. "Looks like Eileen and Adam have finished their breakfast." I pointed out. "You might want to catch them." April waved at Eileen, who waved back, and Adam beckoned to them. Wishing us a good trip, April and Robert headed over to their friends' table. Eileen rose and gave both Robert and April a hug and a kiss, lingering to whisper something in April's ear. April was obviously pleased with what she heard and kissed Eileen a second time. "Okay, Miss Mindreader, are you going to explain what that was all about?" I pressed Erin. She sipped her coffee and scowled. "This is nowhere near as good as your coffee. You've spoiled me..." She said, ignoring my question and pushing her cup aside. "There's good coffee, and then there's what other people drink. Try it with cream and sugar, it will mask that flat flavor." I suggested. "That reminds me. We're almost out of coffee. We need to find a local coffee roaster." "I'm not a coffee addict like you are... I can take it or leave it..." She taunted me. "But if I'm gonna have it, I don't want anything but the good stuff." I was almost done with my breakfast when it struck me that Erin hadn't answered my question about the prediction she had made for April and Robert. I wanted to know what cues she had picked up. I was about to asked again when the waitress came to bring us our check. On the way out of the restaurant, Robert caught my eye and flashed me a surreptitious thumbs up sign, and I knew that Eileen was going to get laid. Back in the room I packed our things, while Erin wrote a long comment on the customer service survey. "With all you're writing there, Karen's sure to get promoted!" I said looking over her shoulder. I took an envelope out of the desk, stuffed some twenties into it. "Let's leave her some immediate gratification too. Address this to Karen. And we'll leave at the front desk for her." I said. I was surprised to see Karen at the front desk when we checked out. Erin got to give her the envelope and a hug, before we got back on the road. Driving slowly and feeling very happy, we headed the RV towards the Wisconsin Dells. We had made a late start and didn't try drive drive very far that day. I had left home with the plan of getting to Mesa Verde on time without having to drive any really long days. My unplanned encounter with Erin and the detour north had set me behind, but with my very loose schedule, but I knew I could still catch up. The campground we chose that afternoon was pleasant, with large campsites nestled among trees. After we had parked the RV, I started making the hookups. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a rusty, red pickup drive slowly past our campsite. It struck me as being eerily familiar, but I couldn't place why. When I had finished the hookups and had stabilized the RV, I unloaded the charcoal and started coals in the campsite's barbecue. I stepped back into the RV and found Erin curled up on the bed. "Won the bed. "What's wrong baby? Don't you want to go swimming?" I asked, but she just shook her head. "Come on, the charcoals won't be ready for a while... I'll race you!" She look up with a desperate look in her eyes. Sitting next to her, I dropped my joking tone. Instead I held her head tenderly in my lap, stroking her hair. "He's back." She said flatly. Suddenly the realization hit me. She had been right all along. It was the red pickup. I knew at that instant that I have seen it at least one other time on our trip. I tried to summon up a mental image of its driver but drew a blank, cursing myself for not being more observant. I didn't want to alarm her but she seemed to sense that I finally understood. "You believe me?" She smiled at me looking relieved. "Yes..." I hugged her, kissing the top of her head. "I believe you..." I felt her relax in my arms. After a moment she spoke. "I can't tell you how much it means to me. I feel so much better knowing you don't think I'm a nut case." She smiled with a renewed twinkle in her eyes. I briefly considered pulling up stakes and moving on and driving through the night, but decided that he'd see us pulling out and follow. It's impossible to sneak around in this behemoth in broad daylight. Instead, I resolved to wake up around 2:00 AM and try to slip away unobserved. If I doubled back south and drove west all the next day, I could surely lose our stalker. I might not be able to hide the RV, but if I could get enough miles between us, I felt certain that he wouldn't be able to find us. I didn't want to alarm Erin, so I gave her another hug and told her that was was going to continue my dinner preparations. "What are we having?" she asked expectantly. "My famous margarita chicken fajitas!" I boasted. She looked so relaxed and cheerful, I wondered whether I was over-reacting to threat of the stalker. No, I was determined to get some distance between us and that old red pick-up. On the plus side, it would get me closer to Mesa Verde. I returned to my dinner preparations. The chicken only needed to go into its marinade of lime, tequila and fajita spices, and sit in the fridge for a while. When Erin came out of the RV in her bikini and a towel over her shoulder. "I'd rather that you don't go to the pool alone..." I suggested. She looked at me seriously. "...three campsites down. Don't look behind you. That's the pick-up I saw at the gas station back in Springfield.. Wish I'd been paying attention to the driver. Can't remember what he looks like..." "Let's just leave! Ditch him!" She whispered nervously. "He'd just follow us. We can't exactly sneak out in broad daylight in this huge thing with Odyssey Photography emblazoned across it." "What are we gonna do?" She asked. "Pretend nothing's happened. Swim. Eat. Sing. Go to bed. I'll get up in the middle of the night and drive off quietly. We'll lose him. Instead of highways, we'll head back south and west, taking the back roads. He may be serious about following us, but we'll lose him." I said confidently "So, we just act naturally. Don't give him any reason to suspect we know that he even exists." "You want me to sing? Can't we just act tired and go to bed? " "No, Let's let a crowd gather, like we usually do. Talk about our plans for heading to Minneapolis, where we plan the night on route, but we'll make it sound like we're staying hepre a few days. Maybe we can spot him, find out what he looks like, his name - something about him." "Okay, but I'm gonna have my pepper spray handy." she said bravely. "Okay, I am going to put dinner on hold. I still don't want you going to the pool alone, so we're going together." "I can stay and help with dinner. I don't have to swim." "No. These coals just need time, and the longer the chicken marinates the better. Let me get my suit on..." Erin smiled and sat down at the picnic table to wait while I changed. In the RV I found my swimming suit and rushed to get out to her. Only hours ago I had not taken her concerns seriously, and now I was nervous leaving her out of my sight. When I stepped out of the RV, I found her where I had left her, writing in a notebook. She looked up to give me a reassuring look. "Yup, I'm still here..." She smiled, acknowledging my relief. "She looks as cool as a cucumber... and now I'm the nervous one!" I said to myself. "I heard that!" She smiled comfortingly. "You said to act normally! Besides, I feel so much better just knowing that you believe me!" "Well let's go splash around!" I said with forced joviality. We walked quietly in the direction of the pool. I felt her hand gently take mine and my growing anxiety seemed to fade with the contact. I was responsible for her and we had a plan. I knew we'd be fine. "You always said you could sense him out there. Can you still?" I asked as we walked. "Mhmm..." She murmured. "That hasn't changed." She continued after a pause. "But I feel safe with you. I know you'll take care of me, so I can ignore him..." "Well, don't ignore him completely. I trust your instincts." I advised. "Let me know if you can pick him out." I wanted to swim laps with Erin, but decided not to wear myself out, so I took a quick drip to cool off before staking out a deck chair to watch her effortlessly slide through the water, lap after lap. I was lost in a trance of watching her, having lost count of her laps, startled I felt someone standing next to me. I jumped to my feet in alarm, only to be faced by a large man. He was watching Erin intently. Needless to say, I was in a stage of high alert. He broke his gaze from Erin to me. I was puzzled. He had an affable, friendly look about him, not what imagined our stalker to look like, but he was watching Erin so that made him suspicious. "She quite a swimmer. My grand daughter would love to meet her. She loves to swim too." He said smiling at me. His smile and mention of family was disarming. He seemed genuinely friendly, but it could be calculated to put me off guard. I sized him up quickly and doubted that he wasn't our stalker. "I'm sorry, I startled you." he apologized. He was a big, solidly build man - a good six inches taller than me, clean shaven with a thick head of gray hair cropped high and tight. There was an air of military command about him that made his solicitous apology seem out of place. "It's okay! I wasn't paying attention. It's a beautiful summer evening, isn't it?" I finally said, extending my hand. "Earl Townsend." He said shaking my hand. "This is my campground. I hope you're enjoying yourself." "Vey nice place... We're just here for..." I caught myself, "uh... a couple o' nights..." "You're the photographer. The one with the RV, right?" He asked. "Yeah. That's me!" I replied. "My wife showed me your web site." He continued, without taking his eyes off of Erin doing her laps. "You photograph some beautiful women." "Thanks... How'd she know about my web site?" I was puzzled. "I don't understand these things... I'll have to ask her. Maybe she got it off that RV of yours?" "Hmmm... Maybe she figured out from the name on the RV...." I speculated. "Anyway, you've got some beautiful women you've photographed. That oriental girl and the blonde with her. What a pair! Salt and pepper!" The lines around his eyes creased and he smiled appreciatively. "You just work with professional models, or do you take portraits too?" "I rarely work with professional models. In fact Yana, the blonde, the one posed with the oriental girl that you mentioned, is the only professional on the web site..." "Would you take a portrait of my wife and me?" Earl started to ask. Just then, Erin lifted herself out of the pool, and with water streaming off her body, and her red hair dark and slicked down, she approached us. "Why I dare say she's more beautiful in real life, if you don't mind me saying so..." Earl looked at me with a twinkle in his eye as he spoke in a low voice. I just nodded in agreement. I was at ease with the big fellow. I handed Erin a towel and introduced her to Earl. She smiled sweetly and shook the hand he offered. We talked a little more while Erin dried herself, but I would be the first to admit that we weren't paying much attention to the conversation. Erin was a bit of a distraction. When she was dry enough and had put her T-shirt on, we said our good-byes and started back to the RV. "If you'd like to join us this evening for a beer, feel free to stop by around 7:00!" Earl called to us, pointing to a small house adjacent to the pool. "Sure!" I called back. "Erin will bring her guitar!" "Sounds like a plan!" Earl responded and began swimming his laps. "He's a permanent resident..." I commented. "More like the owner." Erin said in a definitive voice. The coals had burned down by the time we returned to our camp site, so I added a more and buried them in the embers. In the kitchen, I sliced onions and red peppers while Erin took a quick shower. Quick is never an accurate term to describe a young woman in a shower. I had the chicken on the charcoal grill outside and I was sauteing the onions and peppers on the stove inside when she stepped out of the bathroom. She made no effort to hide her body and I felt physically compelled to watch her. I almost burned my hand looking at her instead of the hot frying pan in front of me. We sat at our picnic table and ate out fajitas quietly. Erin wasn't gripped in panic as she had been before, but she wasn't able to hide her fear completely. After dinner, Erin went into the RV and I followed her. The door wasn't closed and she melted into my arms. Her worry and fear flooded into me. "Hey! Don't worry! We'll be fine. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. " I tried to visualize calm self-confidence to support her. I could feel her fear ease somewhat. We stood there in each others arms for what seemed like a long time. My persistent calm won out and we parted with a lover's kiss. Erin went to get her guitar when her phone rang. It was Ross. I suspected that they would talk a while, so I got a beer and found my large 4 cell Magnum flashlight. It wasn't dark yet, and I normally use one of those small ultra-bright LED flashlights, but tonight I liked the solid heft of the hefty metal flashlight. Sitting in a canvas camp chair, I made my daily call to Kathryn and filled her on my day, listened to her tell about her day and got my update on Lin and her girlfriend, Michelle, as well as the progress of Naomi's pregnancy. I was drinking my second beer, when Erin emerged once more in her jeans and a bikini top, carrying her guitar. She was smiling and gorgeous. "How's Ross?" I inquired. "He's so sweet. He wanted to come protect me, but he said he thought I was safe with you. " "You could ask him to join us if you want..." "No! This is OUR trip. I have you to myself... and you have me. It's about us. I like Ross and want to spend more time with him, but that's for later." As I laughed, she began tuning her guitar. She struck a chord and started humming along as she seemed to be working out a tune on the guitar. I watched, absorbed by her obvious concentration and talent. She looked up and smiled at me, went back to her focused mode and started humming again and seemed to be trying to remember once familiar lyrics. She started in a clear alto with a familiar country twang to her voice. "He was working through college on my grandpaw's farm. I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car. I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child. When one restless summer we found love growin' wild. On the banks of the river on a well beaten path. It's funny how those memories they last. Like strawberry wine and seventeen. The hot July moon saw everything. My first taste of love oh bittersweet. Green on the vine. Like strawberry wine." She looked up again when she finished and I raised my beer bottle in the sign of a toast. "Where did that come from? It's beautiful song." "Deanna Carter. It's called Strawberry Wine. Sorry... don't remember it all." We looked up and some other campers had stopped at the edge of our camp site. Erin started strumming again, and started another song in the same voice. Probably another Carter song. This one was a little more raucous and I could hear the laughter of the women behind me. I waved and pointed to the benches at the picnic table. Erin started on another lively tune that I suspected was also by Carter. "Flowers and wine is what I thought I would find When I came home from working tonight Well now here I stand, over this frying pan And you want a cold one again I bought these new heels, did my nails Had my hair done just right I thought this new dress was a sure bet For romance tonight Well it's perfectly clear, between the TV and beer I won't get so much as a kiss As I head for the door I turn around to be sure Did I shave my legs for this Now when we first met you promised we'd get A house on a hill with a pool Well this trailer stays wet and we're swimmin' in debt And now you want me to go back to school I bought these new heels, did my nails Had my hair done just right I thought this new dress was a sure bet For romance tonight Well it's perfectly clear, between the TV and beer I won't get so much as a kiss As I head for the door I turn around to be sure Did I shave my legs for this? Darlin' did I shave my legs for this?" When she stopped, there was applause and laughter. She nodded to the crowd and smiled at me. I looked around the people who had gathered, wondering whether our stalker was on the fringe of the audience. She sang more and the crowd clearly knew many of her songs, as the happily sang along in the choruses. It grew darker and the crowd thinned out a little. Erin put down her guitar and we sat and talked with Earl and some others who had joined us. The campsite was lit by the outside light of our RV and the lamps of neighboring campsites. It was never really dark and people were around, so we felt safe. When we were alone, I stood, stretched and said loudly, "Let's turn in and get rested for a long hike tomorrow..." Erin stood and preceded me to the RV, opening the door. "Oh, my guitar.. morning dew would ruin it." And she circled back behind me. I was lifting a foot to step into the RV when I heard her piercing scream right behind me. Turnig, I saw a tall blonde man with his hand over Erin's mouth as he started to drag her away from me. I took two steps in their direction, it seemed like I was moving in slow motion, trying to walk under water. He was dragging Erin away. In the dim light, I could see the terrified look in her eyes. I heard a crunch and popping twangs but didn't focus on the source of the distraction. Feeling disembodied, like an outside observer, I watched myself pivot slowly, raising the Magnum flashlight and swing the flashlight in a wide arc with my arm fully extended. There was a dull thud. The heavy barrel of the flashlight hit the side of his head. There was a startled look on his face and Erin slipped from his lax arms. He swiveled and dropped to the ground, face down. Erin ran to my arms. We stood there dully for a moment. Recovering my senses, I took Erin's cell phone from her clenched fist and called 911, dully informing the operator of the event and where we were located. The flashlight was still clutched tightly in my hand, but the stalker didn't move. I cautiously approached him and kicked his leg. He still didn't move. Horrified, I knelt beside him and felt for his pulse at his neck, holding the flashlight raised in the other hand. I couldn't find a pulse, was he dead? I sat at a picnic table with my arm around Erin. The flashing lights announced the arrival of a Sheriff's deputy. "I think killed that man..." I said dully to the young deputy in front of me. He stooped to check the corpse for a pulse, just as I had done. The deputy returned to his cruiser and talked on his radio. A small crowd had gathered before her returned. "Sir, I'll have to ask you to come with me. I'll need to take a statement and we'll determine whether charges will be filed." "Deputy, I don't think that will be necessary." said a large man stepping forward from the crowd. It was Earl. The deputy straightened and respectfully greeted him. "Sheriff..." he said, obviously nervous. "Seems we have a case of manslaughter, maybe even murder." "I'm retired, Murphy. Relax. This is no murder." The tall man responded. "Man slaughter neither. Turn the deceased over, you'll see." In the headlights of the deputy's cruiser we could see the soil had darkened around the fallen stalker. The deputy carefully turned the body over and the cause of death was clear. I hadn't seen the hunting knife in his hand, but he'd fallen on the blade. "He probably bled to death..." I moaned. "I thought I'd killed home when I hit him in the head..." "It was an armed assault, Mr..?" Earl looked at me as though we'd just met for the first time. "Sutter, Harrison Sutter." "If your blow to his head had killed him, and if I were sheriff, I would have called it justifiable - you were defending the young lady." he continued. "Does anyone know who he is or where he came from?" Deputy Murphy spoke up. "His pockets are empty, sir. Except for this set of keys." "That's his pickup down there," Erin contributed in a shaking voice. "He's been following us for a while. Stalking us since Indiana or Illinois." "Murphy, I suggest you check out that campsite. Figure out who he is. Is he alone? Don't figure you need a warrant if he's alone. Dead men don't have much need of that." Earl sat down and Erin brought us all beers. He started to refuse. "I believe you said you're retired. Can very well refuse because you're not on duty!" He laughed. "You got me there. Sometimes I can't seem to remember that I'm retired. So there seems to be a story here. Care to share it?" Erin launched into the story, starting with the first time she sensed him. Her foreboding of his malicious nature was just related as a 'creepy' feeling that he gave her, which drew our attention to him. She didn't comment on our relationship, just that we were on a summer road trip. While they were talking, and the Sheriff wrote quickly while Erin talked. I called Kathryn and filled her in. She then wanted to talk to Erin to assure herself that she was alright. "Excuse me, Sheriff. My wife wants to talk to Erin." He raised his eyebrows and nodded - a thoughtful look. Erin took the phone and wandered back to the RV to talk. "She's a good kid. Smart. Mature. calm. Not many kids her age - how old is she?" "18" "Exactly my point. Not many kids her age would be able to be so clear and accurate in her report. Believe me. I've taken a lot of crime reports from victims. Good kid." He looked at me like he could read my mind. He expected a response - some offer of additional information. It was a long awkward pause as he wait for me to speak. At a loss as to what else to say, I just said, "You're right about that!" Deputy Murphy returned and stood ready to report out. At a nod from the Sheriff, he started. "The deceased is one Adam J. Reynolds. Driver's license from West Virginia. Expired. Found photographs of Mr. Sutter, the young lady, and their RV. There was this map too, with a route highlighted." He handed the several clear evidence bags over to the Sheriff, who passed the photos to me, but kept the map. "Recognize where the photos were taken?" He studied the map through its bag. It was taken when Ross helped us with the photoshoot in the lake. Erin was topless. I looked up at Earl. "Yeah. That was Forked Run State Park." "Well, let's see Harrison, he's been following you and Erin since then.." He glance back and proceeded to list every one of our over night stops, including several places we stopped to eat, or sightsee. He even read off the name of our hotel in Madison. "That pretty well sums up our trip," I said. We were interrupted by the arrival of the coroner and a tow truck. When the coroner had removed the body, the retired Sheriff spoke in clipped sentences. Almost staccato. "Here's your eye witness report, Murphy. The deceased stalked his victims across five states, and assaulted this pretty young singer here. Attempted to drag her away. He had a hand over her mouth. She couldn't scream. I heard the guitar break. Popping strings and cracking wood. It happened ral fast. Her father... " He turned to me and looked closely. "...her companion, defended her with a flashlight. One blow to the temple. The prepatrator fell on his own knife. Mr. Sutter called 911 to report the incident." "Thank you, Sir," the deputy nodded. I think we have this wrapped up, if you don't mind signing this statement, I think we can handle the rest of it in the morning." He handed me the statement, looking to Earl for affirmation he continued, "Yes, why don't you get a good night's rest and we'll talk in the morning." "Oh my god! He stepped on my new guitar! He ruined it, Harrison!" Erin looked like she might cry. "That's the least of it, baby." I consoled her. "We'll find another one tomorrow." "I'm sure you will... Here, you sign here," Earl added handing papers to which I signed without question, "and this pup can go home to his pretty wife." Murphy blushed and took the papers. The deputy drove off, leaving us with the retired Sheriff. "So...." the retired sheriff rumbled. "I guess that wasn't the run of the mill evening for you two..." "Uh, not exactly an every day occurrence. Thanks for your help. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been here and seen everything." I said. "The deputy seemed afra... to respect you." "Damn straight he's afraid of me. I hired and trained both him, and his boss, the current Sheriff. But he's a good kid. He'll turn out okay, when he grows up, if he lives long enough." He said gruffly and then softened. "I liked Erin's singing. Hate to see you leave the campground, cause of an idiot. Besides, I feel responsible for you. I own the campground. " "Well, we had planned on pulling up stakes and heading out at 3:00 AM, just to get away from that stalker... he's not gonna follow us anymore," I responded. "so I guess we can talk about it." "It's settled. You both come over for breakfast..." he winked at Erin, "Whenever you happen to wake up! The Mrs. will be happy to meet you two." He winked again and departed. Alone with Erin in the RV, I felt the adrenaline drain from me and exhaustion creep over me. I could see the same collapse coming over Erin. Wordlessly, we undressed and crawled into bed, arranged ourselves in our usual spooning position and drifted off to sleep. I awoke with the sensuous feeling of Erin's lips and tongue on my cock. The moonlight shining through the skylight, bathing the bed in silver light. I reached out and ran my fingers though her shimmering red hair. She looked up at me, trying to smile with my cock half buried in her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly let my cock slide from her mouth until the swollen head slipped from her lips. "Did I wake you up?" she asked innocently. I chuckled and drew her up to a kiss. An intense feeling of passion flooded through me as our lips met, my own aching need seemed to be matched - even amplified - by Erin's. Her small breasts pressed against my chest and my cock, slick with her saliva, rubbed against her labia. I wrapped my arms around her torso, holding her close and still she managed to move her hips in a slow rhythmic motion keeping her clitoris in constant sensual contact with the length of my shaft. My tongue darted between her lips, finding the tip of hers. A growing sense of her impending orgasm washed over me as her hips moved more rapidly. Almost completely overwhelmed with our arousal, I loosened my hold on her. She sat up in one fluid motion, drawing her knees up to my waist and sitting back on her heels. She arched her back, lifting her hands to run her fingers through her red mane. Her hips rocked back and forth, creating an erotic friction as her swollen labia lips rubbed the length of my cock. Through my increasingly intense sexual arousal, I was amazed at the lucid clarity with which I was still able to observe her, indeed both of us. The intensity and intimacy didn't feel in anyway diminished by the objective visual clarity. I my mind's eye I could see myself lying on my back, my fit but older body reacting to the writhing of my young lover over me. As her back arched, her small, firm breasts pointed their hard, red nipples upward. The muscles in her tummy rippled under her smooth skin. Her hand glided down from her hair, to cover her face for a brief moment, and the down to cup her own breasts. She rolled her own nipples between her fingertips, in a motion I thought to be similar to how I loved to play with her tits. She continued her rocking motion and her hands played across her belly. An intense sexual heat radiated from the contact between my engorged member and her wetness. My cock felt - and appeared - more swollen than I had ever experienced. The sight of it, throbbing and wet, disappearing under Erin's bare pussy as she rocked forward made me realize that she had shaved the small patch of red fur that had proved her to be a true redhead. "Mmmm... " She moaned. "You like that?" "Mmmhmmm.... Feels amazing..." I struggled to reply. "I shaved it for you..." Her voice husky. She lifted her hips up and used her left hand to gently force me down on my back when I tried to rise to embrace her. Her right hand gently grasped my shaft and rubbed the swollen head up and down the length of her slit. I watched mesmerized as she positioned me at the entrance to her vagina, letting her hand slip away, and leaving the head of my cock seemingly gripped in a kiss by her protruding labia lips. I looked to her eyes, hooded by her eyelids, were clear and bright. I saw a pleading look of love and passion. I knew it was inescapably the moment and wanted it as much as she did. She smiled and lowered herself slowly on my shaft. I tensed for a second, anticipating the resistance of her hymen, but there was none. She was tight and sensuously warm as she enveloped my fully erect penis. It seemed like it took forever for her lower herself on me. Each slow moment was bliss to be treasured as the head of my engorged cock penetrated the virgin reaches of her womb. Finally she was sitting back on her heels and I was fully inside her. She sat still experiencing for the first time the full sensation of her own penetration. So tightly engulfing me, I could feel her slightest movement, even her low panting breaths. I imagined that I could even feel her sensation of being stretched almost to the point of being uncomfortable. Despite my desire to the contrary, I held still to give her time to adjust to me filling her. She leaned over me, supporting herself with her arms outstretched and her red hair hanging over my face. She had her eyes closed and a strained look on her face. "Oh my fucking god..." She swore in a husky whisper. "Relax baby..." I responded. I felt her do just the opposite and she almost squeezed me out of her. I reached up and ran my hands up and down her back in a gentle massage. Slowly, she slumped down into my arms. Her breasts against my chest and I felt the muscles of her vaginal walls relax around my cock. She was still amazingly tight, but I could sense her discomfort dissipate. I kissed her neck and stroked her hair. "Oh, now that was more than I expected...." she rasped. "Hey, at least you didn't have hymen to rip apart..." I teased, feeling her vaginal muscles begin to ripple with little contractions around me. "I knew that was gone... A run in with a vibrator..." She chuckled deep in her throat that turned into a moan of growing pleasure. Her hips began to move, ever so slightly. I held myself still to allow her to get used to the sensations that my intrusion inside her was causing. She was getting a little rhythm going when suddenly she lifted her hips up high and my slick cock slid right out of her, flopping down on my belly. "Let's start again..." she said in a throaty voice, tugging me to roll over on top of her. Positioning me between the thighs, she raised her knees. I didn't need clarification on what she wanted. I could feel her need, but she left no room for doubt. "Jesus, Harrison! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" she expressed her need in a guttural manner. I was consumed with the same desire. This wasn't just about sex, or passion. After events of the evening, this was an affirmation of life... an expression of our mutual will to reject the insanity and death in our world - and yes, to be quite honest, it was about my pent up desire to fuck this girl silly. Any man in my position would have done the same thing, I leaned on my left elbow to keep from crushing her with my weight while I reached down with my right hand to position myself at the entrance to her pussy. I looked into her slightly glazed eyes and didn't pause as I thrust deeply within her her. Her eyes opened wide with a look of astonishment and she let out a whoosh of air as I thrust down hard and the impact of my abdomen on hers caused her diaphragm to compress. "Oh Jesus! Yess!!! Fuck me like that!" I heard her scream, but I was too caught up in the passion of the moment to caution her about her screams waking the neighboring campers. Hell, we didn't know them anyway. Let them be jealous of the older guy fucking a girl the age of his daughter. "Daddy! Fuck me harder!" I said nothing, struggling to breathe as I began long fast strokes, with the head of my cock almost slipping out on the upstroke and burying fully in her on the down stroke. Soon we were both panting in sync with my thrusts. An palpable orgasmic shroud seemed to cover us, leaving me uncertain where I was separate from her. It truly felt as though we were joined in a way some way more than the mere physical coupling. We were both shuddering in a shared, overwhelming orgasm. I could feel that special tingling feeling radiating out from my balls into her womb and belly. Her nipples felt like the were on fire when they pressed against my chest. The hot cum came surging up my cock, burning its way into her. As my orgasm peaked, I could feel her body wracked with pleasure and I heard her high pitched keening wail as she responded to the explosion of semen inside her. Totally spent, I collapsed to one side of her, so that my torso next to her and with my penis was still hard and twitching inside her. I awoke once more when I felt her lips brushing mine in a light kiss. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you...." She whispered. "I love you.." "Don't worry about waking me with a kiss and an I-Love-You!" I smiled at her. "I think our love making may have woken the entire campground!" "Hmmm?" she nuzzled my neck affectionately. "Did we shake the RV that much?" "Uhhh... No... It was your... Shall we call them... Vocalizations?" "Huh?" She appeared genuinely puzzled and curious. "Baby, I loved it but you scream and squeal... Admittedly with passion, but no argument you were loud." I said, careful to keep my voice affectionate. "Screamed?" She looked distressed. "Yeah, and loud." I replied. "Don't worry we will be leaving and anyone who heard will just think it was an interesting evening!" "I did not scream!" she said emphatically. "It's not a bad thing! You're hot! I loved it!" I reassured her. "I didn't say a word, let alone scream!" She insisted. "What did you supposedly hear me say?" "Let me see. Once you screamed something like, 'Fuck me like that!' right before our orgasm you yelled, 'Daddy! Fuck me!' and finally you were just screaming a high pitch. I swear you did." I said earnestly and Erin looked shocked to silence. "Harrison... I didn't scream those things, but... I thought them..." she stammered. "Thought them?" It was my turn to express disbelief. "yes... I didn't speak those things, I thought them. I remember flashing back to that time I was calling you Daddy and I was wanting to tell you to fuck me hard..." She said convincingly. "This is weird..." "Tell me something..." I asked and she nodded. "Did you scream when he grabbed you. The police report you gave said you couldn't because he had his hand over you mouth." She looked at me silently for a moment. "It really wasn't his hand that stopped me from screaming... I was terrified. I was so startled... I remember feeling paralyzed and thinking how I needed to scream out loud, but I couldn't make my voice work! My scream just filled my head, but I couldn't get it out. Then you just whipped around like lightening fast and hit him with that flashlight. It was amazing!" "It's strange how we each remember it differently... I distinctly remember hearing you scream and it seemed like I was trying to turn underwater, I was moving so slowly, I was terrified that I'd lose you!" I shook my head in confusion, and snuggled closer to her. I slept fitfully, waking frequently from vivid dreams, usually involving the leering face of Erin's attacker. Whenever I woke up, she was awake too, so I knew that she slept no better than I did.