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We spent the afternoon at the creek, planning our trip and making love, at times so passionate and loud I thought someone might hear us. I got the pickup ready and stowed the camping gear in the topper while she packed clothes for both of us. Little Howie showed up on time and I showed him where everything was and gave him a key to the house. I suggested we use my suitcases for our clothes, and got a couple of thermoses out for coffee. We slept fitfully after a couple of soft orgasms, each burdened with our own thoughts.

I was up at dawn and helped Howie with the major chores, returning to the house about 9 for breakfast. She had made pancakes, and urged me to eat. We showered and dressed, then threw the luggage in the back and said goodbye to Howie. I filled the truck in Chandler and headed west on Interstate, the uncertain future looming in my mind.

We had dressed in shorts and tank tops because of the heat, hers a rather modest blue pair with a white top and me in khaki. She kicked her sandals off and leaned back, unzipping her shorts and rolling her top up, exposing her stomach.

"Hot?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied.

I turned on the AC and showed her where the vent was, watching her turn various body parts in its direction to cool them off. We passed Bismarck and went over the river, the tires thrumming on the pavement. We were near New Salem when she slipped off her shorts and laid back in the seat, putting her feet on the dashboard. Her top was rolled so high I could see the bottom of her breasts, and she hadn't worn any panties.

"No underwear?" I giggled.

"No, silly slut that I am, I figured you liked me better this way," she said.

"True, true," I nodded.

"Even if my fat belly is showing," she said, giving it a rub.

"I like your pudge," I said, "it's what protects your center, makes you female."

"What?" she asked.

"That little layer of fat around your belly button is adorable," I said, "you ever notice when we're in bed I always kiss it?"

"Yeah," she said, raising her eyebrows.

"It's something else about you to love," I said, returning my eyes to the road. The sweet musky smell of her pussy lingered in my nostrils as I drove.

I stopped for the night in Montana, near Miles City. There was a river nearby, and I thought we could use a dip. We pitched the tent and went for a walk along the riverbank, avoiding the bigger rocks and debris. I found a quiet spot and stripped off everything but my panties, dunking myself in the shallows.

"Jesus Christ it's cold!" she screamed when she joined me.

"Snowmelt," I said.

"From where, the Arctic fucking circle?" she inquired wryly.

We ate in the local version of a pancake house, steaks and home fries with a salad, and I bought a six-pack from the local bar. We crawled into the tent and undressed one at a time, sitting at opposite ends. The light doesn't completely fade out of the sky until 10:30 at night, so we chatted and drank our beers. As we got ready to sleep, I told her "Be sure to zip the zipper tight."

"Why?" she asked.

"Keep out the snakes," I replied, "they like to be warm too."

"Oh my God!" she cried, "first it was ticks, then icewater to swim in, and now snakes.....what's next, meteors?"

I laughed with her and laid back in my sleeping bag, feeling her body heat nearby.

The next day was a little rougher, it was rainy and overcast. We made it to Kellogg, Idaho and decided to spend the night in a motel. After a meal and a shower we made love slowly, savoring each and every touch. We were getting closer to the end of the trip, and I realized I might have to come back alone. Pushing that ugly thought to the back of my mind, I concentrated on her pussy, making her come again and again.

I was about to start on her again when she said "Stop."

I sat up and asked "What?"

"I want to do you," she said.

"Oohhh-kaaaay," I said slowly, "how?"

"Get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed," she smiled.

I did, and she said "Put your head down flat on the bed."

"Feelin' kinda drafty back there," I laughed.

"Spread your knees a little," she replied.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Play with your beautiful ass," she smiled.

I relaxed and got a good grip, and she began by inserting a couple of her fingers in my pussy, stretching it open. One thumb was lightly rubbing the side of my clit, and the other hand was busy inside, probing and pulling. It started to tingle, and she said "Your pussy is sooooo wet! Can you put your tits down too? I need you higher back here."

I readjusted my position and felt her mouth for the first time, licking my clit for a second and then pushing inside, swirling in my entrance. The fingers continued, her mouth busy on my leg I think, and I felt her hands slide over my ass, probing my anus. She would put two or three fingers in me and then wipe them around my hole, pressing to gain entrance. I felt an orgasm coming not too far off, and began to press back against her hand.

Something entered my ass, making me flinch.

"Ok?" she asked.

"What is it?" I asked breathlessly, right on the verge.

"My new toy, is it ok?" she asked.

"God yes!" I cried, "Do me, Lisa, fuck me!"

She started pumping the thing in and out of my ass, with two or three fingers in my pussy. Alternating in and out, I screamed and came hard, bucking under her hands. I heard her giggle and continue to pump me, another one starting to build. Her mouth surrounded my clit and sucked me in, flicking with her tongue, and I lost it again, screaming into the sheets to muffle the sound.

That one passed and she slowed, pulling her fingers out and substituting her tongue, sucking my labia. Her toy was replaced by something longer, and I tensed again and asked "What's that?"

"My middle finger," she replied, "just relax, I won't hurt you."

It went in, and in some more, and in some more, until I felt her knuckles against my butt cheeks.

"That feels good," I mumbled.

"Wait," she replied.

Her fingertip began describing wide circles inside my ass, stretching and pulling in all directions. I felt it coming again and groaned loudly. Two fingers went in my pussy, playing tag with the one in my ass and I lost it again, muffling my screams in the sheets. As it began to fade, she pulled both hands out of me and cupped my pussy, her fingertips on my clit. Pushing me down, she got behind me and rubbed it hard with her palm flat, my cum flying everywhere, my legs impossibly far apart.

"Mmmmmmmmwwwaaaaa!" I grunted, curling up and straining against her hand, "enough, please! no more no more no more!"

She relented with the hand but I felt her mouth again and heard her swallow several times, her tongue licking my pussy and my ass, along with part of my thighs. She got done and pulled on my shoulder, rolling me over to my back. Grinning at me as she knelt on the bed, she asked "You like?"

"I LOVED it, are you kidding?....how many did I have, anyway?" I asked.

"Seven altogether, I think," she smiled.

"Felt like 70, they wouldn't stop, they kept running together," I sighed.

"Your butt might be a little sore in the morning," she said, pulling me up and kissing me.

"I don't care," I replied, kissing her back and tasting myself.

"Trust me, you don't have hemorrhoids," she said dryly.

I shrieked with laughter and hugged her tight, pressing her breasts to my face. Sucking her tiny nipples, I felt her hand caress my neck before I slept.


We went through Spokane and across Washington State the next day, arriving in Seattle in the early evening. She was right, my butt was a little tender that morning, but I didn't care. I needed to feel her, what she had done, what she still might do. If I was going to lose her, I wanted to feel it for a month.

I checked us into a motel near SeaTac, the local airport. I got a map and asked Lisa "Do you know where she lives?"

"6821 Twin Bridges Road, Tacoma," she replied.

"I see it on the map, how about we rest up for the night, eat a nice meal, and then surprise her in the morning?"

"Good idea, I'm nervous," she said.

"Hey, she left you, you don't have anything to be nervous about," I replied.

"She never was attached to me like I was to her I think, she wanted to date other people," she said.

"That's NOT a relationship," I said.

"I know, I know," she replied.

We ate at a fancy restaurant in a cozy private booth, able to talk quietly and hold hands, I even managed a game of footsie under the table. This woman was close to being gone, possibly forever, and I hung on every word.

Our shower in the morning was together, another 'might be the last' scene that left me emotionally weary. She came out drying her hair to find me already dressed and waiting, sitting in the room's only chair.

"Have you thought of what to wear today?" I asked.

"Nothing past something clean," she replied.

"I bought you an outfit," I said, " it's in that box," pointing to the table. She opened the box and said "Wow!...it's pretty!"

"There's panties to match," I said, watching her hold it up. A pale blue to match her eyes, the sundress was light cotton and almost sheer. The straps were thick strings, and the back and sides were cut away to reveal the maximum amount of skin. She tried on the panties, pale blue silk thongs that were low riders, barely concealing her mons.

She stepped into it and I helped her zip it up, smoothing it on her hips.

"Tuck your titties in,," I smiled, laughing as she playfully stuck out her tongue. It fit her like a glove, accenting the fact she wore no bra. I dusted a little dark blush on her cleavage, making her breasts appear larger. They weren't, but they looked that way, enhancing her sexiness.

"It's so short!" she said.

"All the better to show off your legs, my dear," I replied.

"No stockings?" she asked.

"Nope, and no heels either, just sexy sandals," I said, handing her a pair.

Blue like the dress and very strappy, they were made to look like she wasn't wearing shoes at all.

"God, I look fantastic!" she said, looking in the mirror and turning around.

"That's the idea," I replied.

"One last thing, let me paint your toenails, you want blue to match or pink?" I asked.

"Pink is better," she said.

"Ok, come sit," I said, getting out the case.

She sat and brushed her hair out while I painted her nails, using my knee as a prop.

She got several whistles from the locals as we got into the truck and drove away, making her blush. I could tell she was nervous, I was an emotional wreck. She was as beautiful as I'd ever seen her, her tanned body glowing and her hair sparkling in the breeze.

I made the turn off Interstate to the cross street, and checked the map. "Left here, I think," I said. She was silent, chewing her lip as I drove. I found Twin Bridges Road in the 6300 block and turned right. Stately homes set well back from the street, in some cases behind tall steel fences, lined one side of the road. The other was trees and the odd driveway here and there, piercing the gloom. I patted her hand as I found a mailbox marked "Matthews" and aimed between the brick pillars.

Coming up the drive I saw several girls in swim suits exit the side of the house and drove for them, reasoning one of them must be Lucy. The sound of the engine caught their attention and they stopped running, looking back at us.

"Which one?" I asked.

"The black two-piece with the big tits," she replied.

I turned the truck sideways to them and stopped, shutting it off. Lowering the window I called "Lucy Matthews?"

She nodded and walked toward us as Lisa got out the other side, yelling "Lucy, it's me!"

The look of bewilderment on Lucy's face was startling, her eyes wide. Her hand went to her mouth and she turned to run, but Lisa caught her and whirled her around, holding her shoulders. There were four others who quickly gathered around, asking "Who's that?" and "Where did she come from?"

I stepped out of the truck and said "Girls, this is Lisa and she'd like to talk to Lucy." I was a good 6 inches taller than any of them, and they backed away from the pair.

Lisa was right, Lucy had big tits. About 5 foot 4, hers were a D-cup at the least and probably bigger. Her slight frame and skinny hips made them appear that much larger, a caricature of a woman's bust. Lisa turned and pulled Lucy away from the group, leading her away. The littlest one, Lucy's sister by the looks of her, asked "Where is she taking her?"

"To talk for awhile, that's all," I replied.

Apparently mollified, the group stood in the sun and watched as Lucy and Lisa talked. I could hear snatches of the conversation, but without complete words I couldn't tell what was being said.

Lisa waved her arms and Lucy cringed, Lucy shouted back and Lisa lowered her head. Lisa accused, Lucy defended, back and forth. I saw Lucy shake her head no, then again more vehemently, raising her hand for emphasis. Lisa started laughing then, a laugh so loud I could hear it plainly, holding her stomach as she whooped with joy. They talked amiably for about another ten minutes, Lucy blushing red every time Lisa laughed. Finally Lisa stepped closer to Lucy and hugged her shoulder, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Lisa ran back to the truck with the widest smile I'd ever seen and hopped in, saying "Take me home, please," and then cracked up with a case of the giggles. I drove away from the house and steered toward what I thought was the Interstate. If we were done here, I wanted to waste no time getting back home. A few minutes later I rolled down the ramp onto the Interstate and brought it up to 70, hitting the cruise control.

Lisa wiggled on the seat pulling at her hips and asked "Can we stop so I can change clothes?...these panties are so tight my pussy can't breathe." I laughed, which set her off in a fit of giggles again, and I asked "What's so funny, what happened back there?"

"Hmm, well, let me see, where do I start?....I don't know whether to laugh or cry!" she exclaimed. She was about to speak when I spotted the sign for a rest area and said "Two miles, can you hold it until then?"

"Where's my bag?" she asked, giggling.

"Behind your seat, oh weak-bladdered one," I intoned.

She wrestled her bag to the front and dug through it, picking out shorts and her white tank. As I stopped, I said "Give me your panties."

She looked at me funny but didn't ask why, only reached under her dress and wiggled out of them.

"Aaaaaahhhh," she sighed, laughing once more. While she went to change, I held her panties to my nose, inhaling her faint musk. Damp from sweat and her unique smell, the panel in the crotch was dry. I folded them and tucked them in my pocket, a special memento of the trip.

She came out in her blue shorts and white top, the shorts half un-zipped and the top rolled most of the way up, despite the fact it wasn't nearly as warm in Washington as it had been in North Dakota. She sat in the seat and got in the cooler, pulling out a coke for her and a beer for me. I turned and headed down the ramp, once more headed home at 70 miles per hour. I put on my shades and slipped a CD into the player, adjusting the volume.

Staring straight ahead, she asked "Do you have a bra on?"

"No," I replied.

"Good, unbutton your shirt for me, will you?....I want to see your nipples." she said. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it gap open, and she reached across the seat and spread it wide, pulling it down around my elbows.

"Drive proud!," she said, "You have beautiful tits!"

I blushed and giggled, shrugging it back in place to cover me if a trucker should drive by.

"Ok," I said, "what happened?"

"For starters, there is no 'other woman', unquote, big tits or otherwise," she said, taking a drink of her coke.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"When they moved out here, her Mom took her to a shrink.....who managed to convince her, with a lot of reinforcement from both her parents, that I was 'just a phase' she was going through," she said.

"Then what?" I asked.

"I'm getting there, be patient...they suggested a boyfriend, and they chose one from the local social circle, a 'Dylan somebody or other' who's her age, and she's a month younger than me," she continued, "and to top it off, she let him sleep with her, WITH her Mother's blessing!"

"Oh shit," I laughed, tipping my can, "that's horrible!"

"She lied to me on the phone because her Mother told her that I would take the breakup easier if I thought it was another woman, can you imagine?" she asked.

"So she's under their thumb, house arrest I guess?" I asked.

"Not exactly but close enough, she said she can't even fart without them knowing, and they've got her on some kind of medication that fucks with her memory, she didn't remember my last name," she stated.

"Christ, I feel sorry for her, you wanna go back and kidnap her, take her with us?" I asked.

"No, I considered making the offer, but she has made her bed and now she will lie in it.....I predict that in a year or two she will be married, have 2.3 children, and become just like her Mother, the socialite," she said.

"Then what?" I asked.

"And a year or two down the road, once she's considered cured, they'll take her off the medication, and her true desires will manifest themselves again," she said.

"Which leads to secret rendezvous with a lover, the shame and the guilt, and maybe another shrink and more meds," I concluded.

"A truly shitty way to live, not?" she asked, smiling in my direction.

A couple of miles down the road I asked "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," she replied.

"What did you see in her at the beginning?"

"Besides her great tits, which have grown immensely, did you notice?.. there was a sense of the forbidden, a rush of secrecy, and the thrill of doing 'girl things' with another girl," she said.

"And?" I asked.

"Once we came out, the thrill was gone for her, I think she did it to antagonize her parents, I don't really believe that she ever loved me, or anyone besides herself," she replied.

"What about you and me?" I asked.

She slipped out of her shorts and put a foot on the dash, cocking her other leg toward me, giving me a full open view of her pussy.

"I'm gonna wreck the truck if you keep that up," I laughed.

"We're going to stop for the night soon anyway, I just wanted you to look at me... I love you with all my heart, I swear I do... I can't tell you how I know, but I do," she said.

"I love you too, I replied.