Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: TheSpringg
Title: Road Trip 09, (rev 04/2015)
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)

   The previous chapters of this story may be found here:
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/TheSpringg/Road%20Trip/

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   Road Trip --

   Chapter 09

   I awoke with a start.  Someone was knocking at the door, and from the
angle of the sun streaming through the window, I knew it was mid-morning.

   "Wake up, sleepyheads!" I heard Earl's distinct voice.

   "Yeah, yeah!" I shouted back.  "What's the emergency?  The RV on fire,
or somethin?"

   "Worse!" he barked back and paused.  "You'll miss breakfast!  And it
would be criminal to miss a breakfast that Emmy's whipped up!"

   Before I could come up with a joking retort, Erin bounded out of bed
yelling, "We're coming!  We're coming!  I'm starved!"

   I could only laugh as she disappeared into the bathroom.  Waiting, I lay
back in bed.  Thinking back on our lovemaking the night before, I smiled.
My erection was returning rapidly and my stomach rumbled its protest of
hunger - sex or food?  It was an easy choice for me.  I could afford to
lose a few pounds and I could think of no exercise more pleasurable than
making love.

   "You getting ready?" Erin called out from the bathroom.  "I'm starved!"

   It was obvious that she knew I wasn't even out of bed.  Heck, she
probably knew what was on my mind and even what was in my hand.  I swung my
legs over the side of the bed, sat up and stretched.  Erin emerged from the
bathroom, clad in matching pink panties and bra, I had already pulled on a
clean pair of shorts and had a polo shirt in my hand.  She looked
irresistible, but she struggled when I pulled her into my arms.

   "I'm hungry!" She whined, laughing at my moan of disappointment.  "I
know what you want and you'll just have to wait!" She gave my erection a
gentle squeeze through my shorts and proceeded to pull on a denim skirt and
a pink tank top.  I resigned myself to appreciating her lithe body moving
around me.  Dressed and ready to leave, she looked at me.  I was still
holding the shirt in my hand.

   "You on strike or just not awake?" She smiled at me.

   "Protesting an absence of affection." I pouted.  Erin darted towards me,
placing a kiss on my lips and dodging away before I could grab her.

   "Go brush your teeth, shave and get ready!  Hurry!"

   I knew when I was beaten and slumped into the tiny bathroom.  When I
emerged from the bathroom ready to go, Erin startled me by leaping into my
arms, throwing me against the bathroom door and smothering me with kisses.

   "Whoa..." I protested between kisses, but I didn't protest too much.  I
pulled her close and our embrace became more heated.  "What changed...  Not
hungry anymore?"

   "I got to thinking about last night...  and I knew you wanted to... 
again..." She said between kisses.  "and I want to..."

   She guided my hand down to her ass, encouragingly.  Lifting her knee up
to my waist, I felt her skirt ride up and I cupped her bare ass in my hand.


   "Slow down, girl friend!  I thought you were hungry!" I said between
kisses.  "Let's go take Earl up on his offer of breakfast..."

   "I thought that you wanted..." she said coyly.

   "Oh, believe me I do!" I winked at her.  "but let's have breakfast
first."

   Erin smiled, twisted around in my arms positioning her ass against my
groin and wiggled provocatively.  I moaned, but let her slip out of my
clutches.  Heading for the door, she stopped, adjusted her skirt, tugging
at the hem to pull it down.  I caught a flash of something pink out of the
corner of my eye.  Stooping over I snatched up Erin's panties from the edge
of the bed.

   "Missing something?" I asked with a chuckle.  She responded by pulling
up the back of her skirt to expose her bare bottom, and quickly pulling the
hem down again.

   "See what you missed?" And she opened the door.

   "You're going to breakfast with no panties on?" I asked incredulously.

   "It'll remind us about our unfinished business..." She winked over her
shoulder as we stepped out of the RV.

   Chuckling to myself, I tossed the panties on a chair and followed her
across the campground to Earl's house by the swimming pool.  I was still
smiling when a medium height, slender woman answered the door.  Her long,
black hair was starting to show streaks of gray and casually pulled back in
a loose pony tail.  She wore an chef's apron tied over blue jeans and a
denim cowboy shirt with opal snaps.

   "Welcome!  Earl!  They're here!  Come on in!  I'm Emmy - the better
half." Her eyes glistened with her friendly mischievous nature.  Emmy
reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place it.  She had a smooth, dark
complexion, whether from tanning or heritage I couldn't tell.  I tried to
avoid staring as we entered her home, but my eyes were attracted to her
distinctive beauty.  Dark eyes, high cheek bones and her graying black hair
led me think Native American.

   "Ojibway?" I heard Erin ask bluntly.  I was horrified that Erin would
make that her first word even before a simple "hello."

   "You'll have to excuse Erin, she's..."

   "She's right!" Emmy interrupted me in a voice that was almost musical
with the joy.  She was smiling.

   "I proud of my heritage and it delights me when people recognize it. 
How did you know I'm Ojibway?" she asked turning to Erin, who now looked
abashed and quiet.

   "She's an exceptionally good with her guesses." I replied for her after
a silent pause.  Erin smiled and nodded.

   "Steak and eggs!!" Earl boomed, entering the living room through the
back door, "The steaks are almost done, I hope you like'm rare!  We'll eat
real soon!" and with that he circled right back out the door to his grill.

   "Hope you're hungry...  How do you like your eggs?" Emmy smiled at us
but rolled her eyes at her husband.  She took our orders and Erin followed
her to the kitchen.  I followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen.  I was
rewarded with a steaming mug and chased back into the living room by Erin
waving a spatula.  It was a small kitchen with no room for spectators, so I
headed out the back door to find Earl, but the steaks were ready.  I
followed him back through the living room bearing a platter of sizzling
steaks, Earl motioned me to the table.  Not long after, Erin followed Emmy
from the kitchen bearing a plate piled high with home fries and another
with pancakes.  Emmy carried four plates with fried eggs.  There was far
more food on our plates than any one person could possibly need.  There
wasn't much talk as we ate.  I guess we were all hungry.  To my surprise
Erin managed to clean her plate, leaving only the fatty trimming of her
steak.

   "That hit the proverbial spot!" Earl rose to clear the table and patted
his stomach with satisfaction.  "With a breakfast like that, who needs
lunch!"

   Emmy followed him into the kitchen, carrying the remaining plates.  Erin
stood and stretched her arms high above her head, showing off her flat
tummy below her tank top, and as her skirt rode up, she reminded me that
her panties were back on a chair in the RV.  A sly wink told me that her
little display was quite purposeful, but she deflated suddenly and looked
somewhat embarrassed.  I looked over my shoulder and saw Emmy looking on
with a twinkle in her eye.

   "Ahhhh...  Youth.  It's wonderful, isn't it Harrison?" Emmy said in an
amused and appreciative voice, which only made Erin blush.  She was still
blushing when Earl returned.

   "Okay, what's up in here?" He looked instinctively to Emmy for an
explanation.

   "It's not a crime scene, Sheriff!" Emmy teased him.  "Nothing to
investigate...  Erin, come on, I've got something to show you..." Emmy
tilted her head towards the master bedroom, and before we could think of
following she continued, "Girl talk!"

   Earl and stood in the living room silent for a moment.

   "Humph...  Girl talk.  If they got girl talk, what's guy talk?" Earl
grumbled.

   "Hoops?" I joked.

   "Too old for one on one...  Free shots?"

   We took turns shooting at the hoop, I was doing better than I had in a
while.  In fact we we so evenly matched that we stopped keeping score and
fell into a rhythm alternating between shooting and catching the rebound.
We continued in companionable silence, until Earl broke it.

   "Erin okay?"

   "I think so." I replied.  "But she hasn't talked about it yet.  I
suspect it'll hit her later."

   "Yea.  I expect you're right."

   "How much does Emmy know about what happened?" I asked.

   "I briefed her on it.  It's probably part of their girl talk." He
shrugged as another ball swooshed through the net without touching the rim.
I caught it and arched it back to him before it hit the ground.

   "How long have you to known Erin?" He looked at me briefly.

   "About a week."

   "You've been with her a week and your wife knows?" He arched an eyebrow
and his shot rebound off the backboard.  I nodded as I caught the ball an
circled around to line up my shot.  "She doesn't mind?"

   "We have an unusual relationship.  She's talked to Erin regularly since
I met her." As we kept shooting, I told Earl the story of meeting Erin in
the café, leaving out the interlude with Angela and the sexual aspects of
my relationship with Erin.

   "Sounds like a middle aged guys dream, apart from you recently deceased
stalker." Earl commented when I had brought the story up to the present. 
"You been sleeping with her the whole time?"

   "We've shared the same bed..." I said levelly.

   "I figured there's only one in that little RV." He chuckled and passed
me the ball and didn't press me any further.  "You're a lucky guy."

   "No shit!" I responded.  "I'm lucky he didn't hurt her..."

   We fell silent for a while again, until Earl shrugged.

   "Have I beaten you?" He asked as his last ball spiraled inside the hoop.

   "Not as bad as I've beaten you..." I responded.

   "Then we must be even..."

   We each took took a bottle of water and sat quietly in a couple of
Adirondack chairs.  It was late morning, and warming up.  I wiped the sweat
from my forehead.

   "You ever killed anyone in the line of duty?" I asked abruptly.  Earl
eyed me closely.

   "You didn't kill him."

   "I hit him pretty hard.  They gonna do an autopsy?" I asked.

   "It's routine in cases like this.  Coroner called last night.  He'll do
it this afternoon and give me a call.  We should know the cause of death
tonight, but it won't change anything.  You used reasonable force to
prevent an armed assault." Earl calmly assured me.

   "I don't know, I couldn't tell that he..." I was interrupted by Emmy
coming out the back door, followed by Erin.

   "Earl, do you mind if I...  Oh sorry I interrupted!" Emmy apologized.

   "No, it's fine." I jumped in trying to sound jovial.  "It was just guy
talk!"

   Erin looked like she'd been crying but she was smiling now and held a
guitar in her hands.  She looked at Emmy and nudged her with the guitar.

   "Guy talk?  That means they were farting and shooting hoops, right?"

   "You got that right, sweetie!" Emmy burst out into a peal of laughter at
Erin's little joke.  "That correct, Sheriff?"

   "Awww, Emmy, you know I can neither confirm nor deny that kind of
information." Earl joked back.

   "You gonna sing to us?" I asked of Erin, who in turn looked down at the
guitar in her hands, as if first discovering that she held it.

   "Earl," Emmy interrupted again.  "You don't mind if I give Erin this ole
guitar do you?"

   "Not at all honey," he replied with a warm smile, returning Emmy's
little grin.  "It'll make a fitting replacement for the one that got
broke."

   I could tell there was a lot more communication that was going on
between them than was being spoken.  I supposed that Kathryn and I were
often like that, but I knew that the guitar held some special significance.

   "But you gave it to her!" Erin blurted out, her tears looked like they
might return.  "I can't take it..."

   "Honey," Emmy encircled Erin in her arms.  "You guessed right.  Earl did
give it to me.  It was his first gift to me, it's time for me to pass it
on. We don't have children, sweetheart, so you'll just have to take it for
me...  I have nobody else to give it to."

   "But it's a Gibson, it's's gotta be worth a fortune.  Plus it was a
love-gift." Erin protested.

   "You're right, it was a love-gift, and now when I give it to you, it's a
love-gift again." Emmy was crying with Erin.

   "You're a special soul, Erin.  I've known you only a few hours and I
feel as though you share my spirit, as though you were my daughter." Emmy
clasped Erin's cheeks between the palms of her hands, drew her close and
kissed her on the forehead.

   Earl and I were speechless, watching them hold each other in a loving
embrace.  When their tears had subsided somewhat, Earl quiet got up and
retrieve a couple of bar stools from the house, and set them under the tree
that shaded the back porch.  Emmy led Erin to one of the stools and then
went into the house, returning with another guitar.  When they were both
perched on the stools, Emmy began to pick out a melody.  Erin listened a
moment and began to strum an accompaniment.  Whether she knew the tune that
Emmy was playing, or whether she was improvising, I couldn't tell.  They
stopped abruptly and each tuned a couple of strings before making eye
contact, sharing a smile and returning to the beginning of the song.  They
played it all the way through.  I recognized the tune but couldn't place
it.

   "You know Joan's old stuff?" Emmy asked.

   " Joan?" Erin looked clueless.

   "Joan Baez?" Emmy prompted.  "Yeah, she was a little before your time.

   "I've heard the name..." Erin admitted.

   "Well, you improvise accompaniment perfectly!" Emmy encouraged, and with
that they started again.  Emmy started singing in a clear alto voice.  I
recognized it as one of the famous folk singer's classics, "Forever Young."
They continued through a half dozen songs, taking turns singing and putting
on an impromptu mini-concert for us.  By the end, Erin was back to her
usual happy self.

   "Amazing healing powers of music!  You haven't had a chance to talk to
her about your stalker, have you?" Emmy asked when Erin went inside to use
the bathroom.

   "No...  Not really." I hesitated.  "It was late and...  We didn't really
talk at all."

   "You did right...  She'll need to talk when she's ready..." Emmy
advised. "For now, just keep loving her..."

   I looked at Emmy quizzically.

   "She told me how you met and how good you've been to her."

   I only raised an eyebrow in response to this revelation.

   "Don't worry, I am discrete and Earl is used to keeping quiet about
other people's personal lives." Emmy assured me.  "She seems quite sure
that your wife knows everything that's going on."

   "Kathryn?  Yes, she knows.  Actually she encourages it.  I know that
sounds weird, but she figured out right away that Erin needed more than a
ride..." I wasn't used to explaining my relationship with the women in my
life to relative strangers, so I knew that I sounded awkward.

   "I agree with her, but I don't want to give this ole lunk any ideas
about going out and rescuing any young damsels in distress." Earl sighed
audibly and pretended to look tremendously disappointed, which in turn
caused Emmy to give him a mock look of disapproval.

   Emmy started idly playing her guitar, and I could see that she had many
years of experience playing.

   "Did you ever play professionally?" I asked, just as Erin returned.

   "Professionally?  I was playing coffee houses and bars when I met Earl.
Pretty much living the life of the starving musician..." She talked as she
continued playing.  "Then my hero here rescued me and made sure I had a
roof over my head and money for food..."

   "From starving artist to kept woman..." Earl smirked.  "My Songbird."

   "You don't perform anymore?" Erin sounded a little disappointed.

   "I play at some coffee houses on their 'open mic nights' and I love
going to folk festivals." Emmy clarified.

   It was getting to be the early of the afternoon and I couldn't help
yawning.

   "Last night took a toll on me.  I think I'll head back to the RV for a
nap." I looked over to Erin.  She was perch on her stool with her knees
slightly apart.  From my vantage point I was reminded of again of her pink
panties on the chair.  I was sure that our hosts had seen my reaction to
that glimpse up Erin's short skirt.  I tried to cover for being flustered,
turning my gaze to Earl.  "Can you let me know what the coroner says?"

   "I don't want to disturb you nap...  Why don't you stop by when you wake
up?" Earl winked knowingly.  "I imagine Erin will want to swim later."

   Following Erin, who was cradling her guitar in arms, we walked across
the campground to our RV.  I was tired, but I couldn't keep my eye off the
sensual sway of her hips, which only reminded me again where her panties
were.  I held the door open for her and she crossed immediately to her
empty guitar case propped up in a corner, while I fired up the air
conditioner.

   "Look!" she exclaimed beaming with happiness.  "It fits perfectly!"

   I approached her from behind, wrapping my arms around her and cupping
her small breasts in my hands.

   "I know something else that will fit perfectly..." I rasped, already
fully aroused.  She tried to turn to face me, but I held her firmly in
place, only allowing her to turn her head to kiss me.  Taking my cue and
purring as she felt the friction of my hard cock rubbing against her ass.
With my right hand, I fumbled with belt buckle and zipper until my shorts
dropped to the floor, followed by my boxer shorts.  Side-stepping out of
them, I gently pushed on Erin's back until she bend over the table and
guitar case that lay on it.

   She hissed quietly in anticipation when I pulled up the back of her
skirt.  Holding her down with my left hand, I positioned myself at her
moist entrance, rubbing the precum in with her own juices.  She exhaled
sharply, letting out a muffled gasp when thrust hard and forcing my way
deep inside.

   "That's what you get for teasing me all morning with the
no-panties-trick!" I grunted shoving my cock in still deeper.

   "I guess..  I'll never wear.." she struggled to speak as I rammed myself
into her.  "panties again...  if this is what I get..."

   I continued forcing myself into her.  I could sense that while I was
getting off on taking her somewhat forcefully, she was getting an even
bigger thrill.  It felt so spectacularly wonderful as her warm, wet womb
seemed to barely stretch to fully accommodate me.  I felt her squirm under
me and push her ass back at my thrusting hips.  We both were lost in our
own pleasure when I heard her scream.

   "Oh!  Sweet Jesus, fuck me hard!"

   I stopped in mid-thrust.  Still pinned beneath me and bend over her
guitar case on the table, she looked back over her shoulder with a
quizzical expression.

   "Why'd you stop?"

   "You were screaming again!" I said.  "The whole camp could hear you!"

   "I didn't scream!" she protested.

   I repeated what I'd heard her scream, and she looked genuinely puzzled.

   "I thought that..." she gasped.  "Oh my God!  You heard me!  Did I
really shout that?"

   We uncoupled, she turned to face me and I hugged her close.  My swollen,
slick cock pressed to her tummy between us.

   "I know I heard you last night too..." I was thoughtful a moment.  I
crossed the room to a cabinet and took out my camcorder, checked the
battery and tape.  Mounting the camcorder on a tripod, and aiming it so
that it's field of view encompassed one side of the table and the bed, only
took a moment.

   "Makin' a porno of us?" she asked in a low voice.

   "Mmhmm..." I replied, "and we're going to settle this once and forever.
I'm going to make you scream on tape and prove it to you!"

   She turn her profile to me and hooked her finger in a beckoning motion.
"Come on...  Make me scream...  I dare you!"

   She slowly lifted her tank top, slowly revealing her tummy and then
sliding both hands up under the pink fabric to caress her own breasts.  She
turned her back to me and the camcorder and lifted the top over her head. I
stood rooted in place next to the tripod, enjoying the little show.  She
cast me a smoldering look over her shoulder and tossed the tank top onto
the chair on top of the panties that she had abandoned earlier in the day.
Still I couldn't do anything but watch as her right hand slipped down her
side slowly to her hip and pressing the palm of her hand against the skirt
and sliding her hand up again, pulling the hem up and baring the smooth
skin underneath.

   Where did this girl learn these moves?  Was it a performance for the
camera or me?  It seemed like an eternity that I was mesmerized by her
erotic display.

   "You gonna stand there forever?  I thought you had something to prove
here!" Erin broke the spell with a suggestive whisper.

   I shook the spell off and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it
carelessly on the floor as I took the few steps to her, she turned to step
into my arms.

   "So you think you can make me scream, hmmm?" She taunted me in a low
voice.

   I kissed her, my tongue exploring the lips and darting between to find
her tongue.  Her hand gently encircled the head of my cock and stroked me
gently.  The sensations transported my state arousal to intoxicating
heights.  Grasping her by the back of her thighs with both my hands, I
lifted her up.  She gracefully wrapped her legs around my waist without
letting her lips leave mine.  I sighed as she used a free hand to position
me at her wet opening.  Feeling the head of my cock separated her delicate
folds, I lowered her slowly until I was fully and deeply engulfed inside
her.  With her weight resting almost completely on my hips, I doubted that
it would be possible to penetrate her any farther.  I stood there looking
into her eyes, heedless of the the weight I was bearing.  I was acutely
aware of the feathery light touch of her nipples against my chest.  A
mischievous look came over her face, and I realized that she was purposely
swaying slightly from side to side, brushing the hardening buds against my
chest.  Her side to side motion turned to vertical lifts and a warm
sensation radiated from my groin.  Still holding the backs of her thighs, I
lifted her a few inches and lowered her again.  Quickly she began
amplifying my motions with hip thrusts of her own.

   As erotic and pleasurable as it was, it didn't take long for my knees to
begin to weaken under the weight of supporting even her light body. 
Knowing that my knees would eventually buckle, I pivoted on the balls of my
feet and allowed myself to fall back on the bed with Erin landing on top of
me, still impaled on my hard shaft.

   Expecting her to be startled at the sudden change of position, I looked
up and saw her completely enrapture.  The fall had pressed me even deeper
within her and the tension of the muscles in her vaginal walls told me that
she was intent on keeping me there.  Her eyes were closed and her breathing
was shallow, as I felt those same muscles slowly lose control.  She leaned
over me propping herself up in straight arms, her hair hanging down over
me, and began increasingly rapid hip motions.  I was unable to observe any
longer and knew that I would not be able to forestall my own orgasm much
longer.  I matched my hip motions to hers and felt the burning pressure
rise out of our intensely shared climax.

   "I'm going to cummmm!" I heard her exclaim.

   It wasn't a scream, but anyone near the RV surely would have heard.  I
opened my eyes briefly to see her biting the tip of her tongue.  I closed
my eyes again as the pressure became uncontrollable.

   "Daddy!  Yes!" She continued in a lower voice as my cock shuddered
inside her, filling her with my seed.  I could feel her respond to eager
twitch as my climax faded, but I remained hard within her.  She slumped on
top of me in the heady afterglow.

   I awoke when I felt Erin rustling around on the bed.  She had crept out
of bed and retrieved the camcorder from it's tripod without waking me, but
once she started the play back, she clearly want me to watch with her. 
With our heads pressed together and the volume turned up, we watched the
tiny screen.  Watching her little striptease repeated brought my erection
back immediately.

   "I didn't scream." she declared as we watch her wrap her legs around my
waist.

   "Did too!"

   "Did not!  What to you think I said??"

   "You said you were going to cum and you called me Daddy again while I
was cumming."

   "Hmmph!" was all she said.

   While we watched, Erin gently fondled my resurgent cock and I played
with her nipples.  To my surprise, when the small screen showed me arching
my back, obviously having an orgasm, not a sound came from the device other
than our shared heavy breathing.

   "I don't get it.  I heard you!" I was genuinely puzzled.

   Erin said nothing in response.  She simply slid down and took me into
her mouth and started sucking.

   "Watch me..." She whispered and then resumed her attention to my cock.

   Aiming the camcorder at her, I started recording, reaching down to
caress her cheek and brush her hair to one side so that it didn't obstruct
the view.  I don't fully understand why, but I have always loved watching a
pretty woman lavish oral attention on me.  I don't suppose that I'm unique
in that regard, every guy probably likes it, but capturing Erin on video
had an especially erotic effect.  Holding the camera became a challenge, in
fact doing anything other than enjoy the immediate sensations was becoming
difficult.  Without intending to, I let the hand holding the camera relax
and the camera was soon resting neglected on the bed.  l gave up even
watching her and lay my head on the bed.

   My eyes closed I could imagine us both on the bed.  The scene was
surreal, in ways sharper and more vivid than reality, and in other ways
softer and more diffuse.  I was in and erotic dreamscape similar to what I
had experience the previous night, only more intense.  The aspects of my
imagination that incorporated Erin and myself were super enhanced but our
surroundings were almost cloud-like.  I watched Erin's tongue run up the
length of my cock, and circle the swollen head before taking me completely
into her mouth again.  The pleasure was completely encompassing and yet I
was able to retain the image.  Watching her bob her head up and down, I
wondered how she had reacted to the taste of our dried and mingling fluids
on my cock.

   "I love it!" Erin seemed to whisper my ear.

   In my dreamscape, Erin had not interrupted the blowjob, in fact she had
just redoubled her efforts.  My eyes popped open to see Erin had not moved
from her position, crouched over my manhood.  I shook my head at how vivid
my imagination had become.  Looking down at her, I could tell she was
smiling, if such a thing is possible with her mouth filled completely with
my cock.  The smile was definitely in her glowing green eyes.

   "I do love it." she said, letting me slip from her lips.  This time I
knew her lips had moved as she spoke.

   Fluidly, she rose from her crouch, to straddle my hips and lowered
herself onto my cock.  I could hear low gurgles coming from deep in her
throat as she mounted me.  I was surprised that she only stayed in that
position for a few slow strokes before leaning over to kiss me deeply.

   "I taste good on you..." She murmured and I didn't think it odd that I
heard her so clearly while her tongue was busy with mine in an extended
kiss.

   As abruptly as she had mounted me, she allowed me slip out of her and
she resumed her previous position and the wonderful blowjob she had left
off moments earlier.  I could hear her purring with satisfaction.

   "Is it odd that I like my own taste on you?" I heard her say so clearly,
but there was no doubting what I saw with my own eyes.  Her mouth was
completely filled with my cock.  I could be sure that I heard her speak to
me, but the only sound I could be sure she was making was a low purring.

   "I love you, Harrison.  Do you love me?  Do you trust me?" I heard her
again, and looking at her glistening eyes, I could see that she had me
deeper in her throat than she had ever attempted before.

   Wordlessly, I wondered why she even asked whether I loved her or not? 
Of course I loved her and complete trust went with the love.  I wondered
how to explain that in a way that she would truly understand and not doubt.

   "You just said it the best way." She had just let me slip from her mouth
and was smiling broadly but her lips were not moving.  "This is incredible!
Just think."

   I started to form a reply but she reached up and put a finger on my
lips.

   "shhh...  Think...  I've never connected to anyone like this..." Her
voice was silent and yet I heard her in my mind, with a clarity that was
richer, fuller, even sharper than sound.  Where I had been confused before
at how she was talking to me, I no longer had any doubts.  It was as though
a veil had been lifted and we were linked in a new way that transcended
voice.

   "How are we doing this?" I thought.

   "Love?  Wait....  I have something to finish here." she grinned at my
cock in her hand and out of the blue I had an image of her smiling face
spattered with my cum.  It wasn't my image, I knew it was hers.  In
response I formed an image of me licking her cum covered breasts and I
heard her laughter.  It was a real laugh, followed by an eager return to an
intense blowjob.  It seemed like only a moment and I could feel an orgasm
building and imagined her rolling off me onto her back.  I wasn't surprised
to sense her intentions before I felt her body in motion.  I anticipated
her and matched my movements to her own.  Kneeling over her, straddling her
tummy, I could feel her intent fascination as she watched the way I stroked
and squeezed my cock.  Her fascination turn to near orgasmic thrill when
the first hot cum spattered across a nipple and flowed down her ripe
breast. I moved slightly and discharged a milky white load on the other
nipple.  Finally I leaned forward, resting my weight on my left arm against
the wall, and guided my cock towards her willing open mouth.  The last of
my semen sprayed mostly into her mouth, but I knew that she turned her head
ever so slightly, causing me to release the last drops on her cheek.

   "Oh god..." I spoke aloud.  "that was crazy..." and I rolled off her and
maneuvered to lie beside her.

   "No so fast..." I heard her say, followed by a clear image of me licking
her breast.  "A promise is a promise, even if you just think it..."

   Smiling, I crawled down between her legs and though "I've always tried
to keep my promises and give more than expected..." and I spread her labia
and began kissing her lower lips.  It wasn't long after I began licking her
clit that she shuddered with orgasm.  Having a super heightened feedback of
what pleased her, I kept licking and probing with my tongue, maintaining
her in the peak of her orgasm, letting one roll right over the other.  Her
hips bucked and she began to shake all over.  Her thoughts were a chaotic
jumble of words and images, her love for me, her ecstasy and her pleading
to be allowed to stop.  In exhaustion, she eventually collapsed and was
silent.

   I looked up and saw her eyelids flickering and the dreamy smile on her
face.  Satisfied that she was okay, I slowly kissed a track up past her
pelvis and tummy until I reached the first drop of my cum below her left
breast.  I wasn't accustomed it, but neither was I a complete stranger to
the taste of my own slick fluids.  Licking it off of her happy, limp body
was like a loving act of devotion.  When I finally reached the final drops
on her cheek, she roused herself slightly and responded with a sleepy
languid kiss before falling asleep.

   A buzzing disturbed my nap, and I tried to ignore it.  After a moment of
disorientation, I realized it was my cell phone vibrating.  It stopped
before I could rouse myself enough to even think about looking for it, let
alone untangle myself from Erin's sleeping embrace.  Falling back to sleep
was my intention, but I was suddenly wide awake.  I had not called Kathryn
for almost two days.  She must be worried and so much had happened.  I
carefully extracted myself from the comfort of the bed without waking my
lover.

   I pulled on my shorts, and a T-shirt and grabbed my cell phone as I
stepped out of the RV.  At the picnic table, I saw I voice messages.  I
checked the missed calls and knew that the messages we from Kathryn.  I
could listen to them later - after having called her.

   "Where have you been?  Are you okay?  How is Erin?" Kathryn's stress was
clear in her voice, she didn't even say hello.  I immediately felt guilty.
I should have called last night.

   "It's been crazy, darling.  Are you sitting down?" I said.  "It's going
to take a while."

   "I've been so worried!  That stalker!  Rachel and I were talking and
when I told her about Erin and the stalker, she asked a bunch of questions
about Erin and then she freaked out!  She insisted I call and tell you to
park the RV and fly home right away!  She says Erin's in real danger. 
She's been calling you and when she can't get a hold of you, she calls me
again.  I don't know what's gotten into her!" Kathryn spilled out
emotionally.

   "Wow!" I was stunned.  "I don't know how she knew, but Erin was in real
danger.  I mean it - she WAS in danger.  The stalker's dead."

   "What?!?!" It was Kathryn's turn to be stunned.

   I told her the story of the night before and the stalker's death.  It
took a while because she kept interrupting to ask for details.  By the time
I got to the point of Erin and I making love for the first time, Kathryn
was calmer and began to get vicariously aroused.  She wanted all the
details.  I told her everything, except about the mental connection that
Erin and I had made during sex.  I didn't mean to withhold anything from
Kathryn, but it was so strange, I just hadn't figured it out enough to know
how to explain it.  When I was done with the story, Kathryn wanted Erin
back too, but not because she was still worried about her safety.

   I got an update on Naomi and the baby.  Naomi was due in a month and was
holed up at our cabin in West Virginia with her cousin Nicole.

   "I think Nicole is envious." Kathryn said.

   "Envious?"

   "Yes, she's made several indirect comments that make me think she want
you to father her child too.  She is a daughter of the line of Magdalene,
afterall.  Apparently she picked out her lover, but didn't get pregnant. 
So her mother send her to work with Rachel..." Kathryn explained.  "But I
you came along and Nicole made up her mind..."

   "So am I supposed to father a whole generation?  Doesn't this seem weird
to my wife?" I asked pointedly.

   "Weird?  Absolutely, but its also pretty incredible - you have to
admit!"

   Just then Erin came out looking sleepy.

   "Who you talkin' to?" She asked

   "Kathryn.  Want to talk to her?" I asked.  Erin nodded and took the
phone, wandering a little ways away and sitting on a bench under a tree.

   I went back into the RV and started making a pasta salad using the
leftover chicken from the night before.  When Erin came back in, she'd been
crying again.

   "You tell her everything?"

   "Yea, mostly.  Not about the way we communicate, at least not yet, but I
told her we made love.  I thought she'd finally freak out, but she was
really cool about it.  I'm going to have to sleep with both of you when we
get back." She stated as fact.

   "No, Erin, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." I
responded seriously.

   "No, I want to.  I mean I really do.  I owe you and Kathryn so much, I
can only show you how much in bed.  I have no other way."

   "You mean you make love to me to thank me?" I was puzzled and anxious.

   "Yes, I mean, No." she was confused.  "I mean I want to make love to
you. I makes me feel incredible and it makes me love you more, but it also
lets me express how much I thank you for being you and for being so
incredibly good to me.  I can't express it right.  Make love to me again
and you'll understand.  I want Kathryn to understand too."

   I shook my head and put the pasta salad on the table.  We ate quietly.
To be really honest, the pasta wasn't all that good, but we both gave it
our complete attention rather than discuss so many things that filled our
thoughts.  I had a growing, unresolved list.  More than anything I wanted
to understand what was up with this thing that happened when we made love.
It was like the physical connection put us in the same mind or created a
link between our minds that let us share thoughts.  I could tell what she
was thinking now, but from her body language, I could sense her tension.

   "What does Naomi's Mom know?" Erin broke the silence.

   "What do you mean?"

   "She's all concerned about me, but how'd she even know about me?"

   "I was talking to Naomi when you were so frightened in Madison.  I'm
sure Naomi told her." I responded.

   "So?  A stranger, a kid, freaks out half way across the country and she
all worried.  I don't get it." Erin was puzzled.

   "Join the club.  There are lots of things that I don't get."

   "Like what?"

   "All this time, I've thought you were hyper-observant.  Sensitive
hearing, reading body language and making amazing guesses.  But you're a
mind reader!" My fist thumped on the table when realization suddenly hit
me. What It wasn't something that I had considered before - who would? 
What completely bizarre thought, but strangely it made sense when I said
it. Erin looked at me, her face couldn't hide a look of an unexpressed
inner conflict.

   "No...  I mean I don't look into people's minds and read what they're
thinking.  I just...  Listen." She trailed off.

   I was at a loss for words.  I suppose I should have figured it out
earlier, it just wasn't in the realm of normal consideration.  Telepathy is
a word we all know, but if anyone has ever really had experience with it,
its just parlor tricks.  I moved the pasta around on my plate with my fork,
wondering what it all meant.

   "Harrison?" her voice cracked and I looked up from my plate.  She looked
afraid.  "I'm sorry I didn't tell you..."

   "I wouldn't have believed you if you did, until now at least."

   "When my Mom was alive, it was a secret game we played, she couldn't do
it but wasn't surprised that I could.  She told me not to tell anyone, not
even my Dad.  When she died, I found out why.  I told him and he didn't
believe me.  He really flipped out when I tried to prove it to him.  It was
the only time he ever smacked me." She stopped for a breath.

   "It's okay, sweetie.  It's definitely weird, and it will take some
getting used to, but making love a lot will make the getting used to it a
lot of fun!" I reached out across the table and covered her hand with mine,
squeezing gently, and grinning at her.

   "Harrison, you're the first..."

   My cell phone ringing interrupted us.  Rachel's number appeared on the
caller id.

   "Hi Rachel.  I hear you've been trying to get a hold of me." I said
cheerfully.

   "Then you know that I told Kathryn that Erin's in danger.  Take her
fears or premonitions seriously.  Bring her back here as soon as possible!"
Rachel sounded so adamant that I found myself at a loss for words. 
"Harrison?  You okay?"

   "Yeah..." pausing for thought, "You know the stalker's dead?"

   "Kathryn told me.  But she still shouldn't be roaming around like you
are, please believe me.  I'll explain when you get here." Rachel insisted
and I had no clue why.

   "Can you put Erin on?" She asked and I handed the phone to Erin, who
took it calmly.

   "Hi" she said quietly.  From then on Erin's side of the conversation
didn't tell me much, it was exclusively affirmative words or sounds, but
her facial expressions made her surprise.  I watched and listened with
curiosity.

   "Okay, I'll talk to him.  Yeah.  Goodbye!"

   "She wants me to come back to Virginia.  She said she would explain it
all when we get there.  She said to tell you something that you would
understand.  She said you'd explain everything you knew, and that was okay
with her.  This is so weird.  I can't believe it." Erin spoke in almost a
flat monotone.

   "What was it she wanted you to tell me?" I asked.

   "She's my aunt." When she said this, I realized that her tone of voice
that she was in shock, and I suddenly understood.  "What does this mean?"

   "I'm not sure that I understand fully, but I'll tell you what I can, but
I think we need to get back home."

   "Cut the trip short?  You were supposed to be mine for a month!  Plus,
you'll miss you photoshoot in Arizona..." Erin whined.  "Besides, that
creep is dead, so I am safe, right?"

   "You're safe, but Rachel is a dear friend and if she is worried, so am
I." I said.  "What did she say so quickly to convince you that she's your
aunt?"

   "She just introduced herself.  She said that her name was Rachel
Magdalene and that she was my mother's sister.  My mom's maiden name was
Magdalene.  Why didn't my mother tell me she had a sister?  How did Rachel
know who I was?" Erin asked.

   "Well...  Rachel seems to have given me permission to tell you what
little I know, but I'll ask you to keep her secrets.  It sounds like
they're your secrets now..." She nodded and I knew there was no need to
make her vocalize her promise.  "Erin, you've just inherited a huge family
- a somewhat odd family - but from what I know it's very large."

   I gave Erin the short, cliff notes version of the story of her family
and the Gospel of Magdalene.  It would be a huge understatement to say that
her jaw dropped at the story, but to my surprise, she asked no questions
and didn't interrupt.  When I was done, she asked her first question.

   "I don't get what happened with my mother..."

   "I am sure you'll learn those details, but part of the secret of the
Line is that a woman who chooses to marry must leave the Line to keep the
secret.  My guess is that your mother fell in love and left the Line for
your father..." I surmised.

   "Then how did they know about me?"

   "My guess is that there are not that many who choose to leave, so when
someone does, the others keep and eye on her...  Out of curiosity?" I hope
it was only curiosity.  "So we've got to head back.  I'm going to talk to
Earl about leave the RV here so we can fly back.  That way I we can get
there quickly and perhaps I can still get back here in time to drive to
Arizona for photo workshop..."

   "I was looking forward to that!" Erin made clear.  "You think I can?"

   "Sweetheart, I don't understand why Rachel is still so worried, since
nobody's stalking you, but when you meet her and get to know her, you see
that she's a really wonderful, smart person.  She wouldn't be acting like
this without a reason, but the Line is secretive, so I sorta understand
that she didn't lay it out on the phone, whatever it may be."

   Erin nodded and got up at the same time I did.  The moment I had her in
my arms her mixed up and confused emotions flooded into my awareness. 
Complete jumble, I sensed her excitement and trepidation about meeting her
aunt and disappointment about not continuing our trip.  She projected an
image of herself posing for photographs against a backdrop of southwestern
red sandstone cliffs.  Without words I assured her that she would still get
the chance.

   "So do you think we have to be touching or just be close?" I asked.

   "Hmmm?" She questioned.

   "Do you think we have to be touching to communicate like this?" I
clarified.

   "I don't think so," she thought.  "I can pick you up a long ways
away..."

   "As clearly as this?"

   "No, more like just the sense of things on your mind, emotions...." her
voice a low whisper in my mind.  "That's how I knew you'd be safe back
there at the cafe"...  When I was planning on prostituting myself to you, I
wasn't ready to do it with a creep!  I sensed you were a really loving and
generous guy.  You spent your whole lunch thinking about your family, but I
could also tell that you had loving relationships with other women.  You
did surprise me when you just stuffed the twenty dollar bill in my hand and
walked out."

   "This is a little disconcerting, Erin." I said aloud, feeling
uncomfortable sharing my thoughts and not speaking.  "I'm not certain what
to make of it all.  You have to understand that knowing that someone can
hear your thought is something to get used to."

   "Harrison," She spoke aloud, "This is new to me as well!  I've always
been the eavesdropper.  Some people are louder, some are clearer, but I've
never had anyone who could hear me too...."

   "And there are the upsides of it...  The sex is amazing!" I added. 
"What happened with Jack?  How come you didn't see through him?"

   "The truth?" She thought.  I nodded.  "Not everyone projects thoughts.
Some people are just silent.  My Dad's like that too.  I don't know what
attracted me to him...  Rebellion?"

   I held her close.  Something about her made me feel something more than
sexual attraction, more than protective, even more than love.  It was hard
to put a name to what the feeling was, but it felt very real, not a trick
of this mental connection.

   "I know what attracted me to you!"

   "A cheeseburger?" I teased and she laughed a rich, silent laugh.

   "Something about you made me feel so safe...  So attracted to you.  It
was like the connection was there right away..." She paused.

   "Remember that first night when I came in from the tent?" She continued.
I nodded, smiling at the memory, "Well, I lied.  I wasn't scared.  I just
had to sleep with you.  I tried to get you to start making love to me in
your sleep.  If you hadn't woken up right then, I would have you inside me
in another minute...  "

   "We'd better make plans to get a flight back to Washington," I broke the
hug and stepped back.

   Within minutes I was online and had booked two round-trip tickets to
National Airport the next evening.  Last minute business class tickets
weren't cheap, but they were the last seats available.  I needed to talk to
Earl, so Erin put on her bikini and went along with me to swim.

   "The coroner report is in..." Earl had a copy of the report in his hand
when he opened the door.

   "What's it say?" I asked.

   "The tox report says he was hopped up on speed.  He died from the knife
wound.  Your thump to the head didn't do it.  Don't get me wrong, you
knocked him out and he'd still have a headache now if he hadn't had that
knife, but you definitely didn't kill him." Earl assured me.  "Want this
report?  It's suitable for framing!"

   "No, I'm just happy to know I didn't kill anyone." I gave an exaggerated
shudder, and changed the subject.  "Erin and I have to get back to DC - her
aunt won't stop worrying about her.  I'll be back in a few days.  I don't
like leaving the RV at the airport parking for any length of time, I'd
prefer to pay for the campsite, and leave it here.  Are there shuttles or a
taxi that can drive us to the airport in Chicago?  "

   "Out here?  Nah...  It would cost you an arm and a leg, either Emmy or I
will take you.  You can just pull the RV up behind our place.  We'll keep
an eye on it.  What time you leavin'?"

   "I can't let you drive all that way!  I can afford a taxi.  Believe me,
with the price of fuel these days, if I can afford to fill that RV, a taxi
will seem cheap!" I protested.

   "We won't hear of it!" Emmy appear from behind Earl, wearing an apron
stained with clay and wiping her hands on a rag.  "What are you thinking?
After what Erin's been through, we both want to be there for her and her
champion.  Besides, I'll take any excuse to go to the city for a day!"

   If I ever learned one thing, it was to know when I've completely lost a
negotiation and to accept defeat with a smile.  If you lose in anger, you
may never get a chance to negotiate with that adversary again, and you'll
ruin any chance you may have had for a re-match.

   "That's very kind of you.  Now we're even deeper in your debt...  I'll
find a way to get even..." I said firmly.