Brad's Road Trip Ch. 11

"I agree," she replied. "Those were some of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. And I stopped counting at five or six, so I don't know if I've ever cum more than that in one night."

"I'll work on that," I said.

"I'm sure you will," she laughed. "What about everyone else? Did you guys just destroy the hotel?"

"Everyone else was still passed out when I left," I said. "I walked into the other two rooms, and there was just flesh everywhere. I didn't take a head count, so maybe one or two people had already left, but both guys were still there. We just left Desiree asleep on the bed. Clothes, shoes and purses were scattered everywhere."

"I bet," she said.

"Then I drove Jenny to her parents' house on the southeast side of Indy," I continued. "I figured it was the least I could do. Now I'm on the road."

"Nice," she said. "Evansville, right?"

"Yep, I'll be turning west in an hour or so," I replied. "Going to see my sister and her kids."

"Sure they'll enjoy terrorizing Uncle Brad."

"Nah, the boys are still young enough that I can embarrass them by pointing out all the cute girls in a store or a restaurant," I said. "They're still at the 'girls are yucky' phase."

"I'm glad you're not," she replied.

"Me too. I don't think I ever had that phase," I answered. "I came out of the womb making girls blush."

"That's why you're so good at it," Kelly said. "I was wondering how it was so easy for you."

"Are we stalling, Ms. Linton?" I asked. "Because I think it's story time."

I expected her to hesitate, but she surprised me.

"Ooh, goody," she said. "I may not have a social life like yours, but I do have friends and I do like to go out. I'm going out tonight, actually."

"Nice," I said. "But I don't know that that qualifies as something about yourself, really."

"Oh, there's more. Some new club just opened up downtown, and Sarah really wants to go check it out," she said. "I'm not much of a club person, but I absolutely love dancing."

"Yeah? You pretty good at it?" I asked.

"Been dancing since I was four," she said. "Ballet, tap, stuff like that when I was a kid. I was on the dance team in high school. I can dance for hours, and not even realize where the time has gone. Like I said, the environment at clubs is a real turn-off, but I just spend the entire night on the dance floor and it's ok."

That made me happier than she could imagine. Don't get me wrong -- I don't need a girl to be skinny. On the contrary, I preferred a girl like Jenny, who had some meat on her bones and some curves, to a girl like Desiree, who was lean and toned and would blow away in a stiff breeze. Still, whoever I decided to build a long-term life with was going to have to be able to keep up with me. If Kelly was a dancer her whole life, she was at least in shape.

"Well, that sounds fun," I said. "I'm not too good a dancer, but I have a little bit of rhythm. You'll have to teach me."

"I look forward to it," she said. "I'll have to come up with a whole incentive-based study program for you."

"That sounds promising," I said. "I don't mind having to earn your affections."

"I'll keep that in mind," she chuckled. "But besides the dancing, I'm really just looking forward to getting to see my friends. I don't get to hang out with them much anymore."

"Why don't you get to spend any time with them?"

"Work!" she exclaimed. "Have I even had a day off since we met?"

"Maybe one," I replied.

"That'd be a miracle," she answered. "Plus... there are other things, too. Just family and life things, that make it difficult to drop everything and just go somewhere."

"Other things?" I asked. Now she had my curiosity piqued, too. "Like what?"

"Like..." she trailed off. "Like I'll tell you later."

"Uh uh," I said. "Out with it."

"Not with this, Brad," she countered. "You know I'm crazy about you, and I'm not going to lie to you. There are just some things you have to let me get to at my own pace, ok?"

I was pretty damn sure the other day that she was keeping something from me, and getting confirmation of it wasn't a huge thrill. I'd felt she was hedging a bit when we were talking about doctor's appointments, and now she was saying she had something that took up her time and prevented her from going out with friends. I wondered if she had a medical condition or something.

"You can trust me, Kelly," I said. "I'm never going to judge you. I want to know everything I can about you. Hell, after the things we talked about last night and just now, I need to know everything about you."

"You'll know everything that's important before we meet," she said. "Except what I look like, and you'll learn that as soon as we meet. Just, please... work with me."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Ok, Kelly. Just please, don't leave me in suspense too long."

"I won't," she replied. "I just need to work up to it."

I didn't say anything in response; I just kind of let it hang in the air.

"Brad, can I ask you a question?"

"Anything," I said. "And I will answer you truthfully."

"I know that," she said. "But this isn't really a fact-based question."

"Ok," I waited.

"If I asked you to do something specific with someone at some point before your trip ends, would that be going too far?"

Wow.

"No, honey," I said. "We just tag-teamed a girl from two different time zones last night, baby. You make everything hotter. I know not everyone I meet is going to be okay with you being on the phone, but if I'm doing something that you've suggested or asked me to do, I'll still feel your presence a little."

"Thank you," she replied.

"You have anything specific in mind?"

"Yes," she answered. "Remember when we were talking about cherries the other day?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well.... I've never had anal sex."

Wow, again.

"I have, once or twice," I answered. "I promise I'll take my time."

"I know you will." I loved how it wasn't even a question. She would do it for me because I wanted her to, and she trusted that I would do it right. "But... you think you could do it with a girl you meet sometime in the next week?"

I'd thought about this, asking Kelly to choose something for me to do to a woman, and then following through on it and telling her all about it later. But I figured she might choose something like cumming on a girl's face, or sex in the car or something. I never imagined she'd choose this, and I never thought she'd suggest it without me asking.

"I'll try, babe," I said. "Not every girl likes having a pole shoved up her ass."

"Well, if I'm going to be one of the girls that does, I'd like you to find another one before that."

"Someone I can practice on, huh?"

"Exactly."

I heard a noise in the background, but couldn't exactly make out what it was. It didn't last more than a second before it stopped.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. "Somebody's car alarm was going off in the parking lot."

I didn't know what it was, but I knew what it wasn't, and I was pretty sure it wasn't a car alarm.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "Listen, let me get off the phone for a little bit. I have a couple things I need to do around the house before I go to work. What time will you be in Evansville?"

I knew she was trying to change the subject, but pushing her on things like this had proven fruitless in the past, and I doubted it would be different this time.

"About an hour and a half, give or take a red light or two."

"Hmm... that gives me enough time to take another picture for you."

I was still a little miffed about her dishonesty, but the idea of getting another picture of her perked me up a little bit.

"Oooh," I said. "That definitely sounds promising."

"I think you may have to give me one of your dick before too long," she said. "But the sooner I can get to the housework, the sooner I can bury my fingers in my pussy, get my pussy lips all nice and shiny for you..."

I damn near hung up on her.

"Go, go," I replied.

"I'm going," she said. After a pause, she added: "Boyfriend."

"Go, girlfriend."

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The picture turned out to be a great shot of her ass. It wasn't quite X-rated, but it was more than an R, too. She wore a pair of black lycra shorts, pulled down to expose as much of her asscheeks as possible but keep the naughty bits between her legs completely covered. It showed none of her face, none of her upper body and just a tiny bit of her upper thighs.

I'd looked at that picture at least 50 times over the past 12 hours, and as I collapsed onto the queen-sized bed in my hotel room, I found myself staring at it again. Her fingertips rested lightly on her right ass cheek. I loved the contrast of her nails -- they were clipped close, but painted in a fancy purple and black pattern. Just one more thing about Kelly that I found fascinating.

I'd checked into the hotel room sometime after 3 p.m., just a few hours after I'd spoken to Kelly. Lea, my sister, was going through her second divorce, and her living situation was iffy at best. She was still living at her soon-to-be ex-husband's house, but he was volatile and unfriendly, and neither Lea nor I wanted me to be in the middle of that. All it would take was one cross word or one threat of violence, and I'd land myself in jail with assault charges. So, the Holiday Inn Express it was.

First, I'd had to do some homework. A quick call to my mom gave me a few pieces of information I needed about Kelly, and after a fair amount of online shopping, I had several shipments headed to Kelly's apartment in Idaho Falls, with another purchase to be made tomorrow and shipped Monday.

Next, I went into the bathroom, stared at the two pictures Kelly had sent me, and when my cock was fully hard, I snapped a few pictures of it. I sent one to Kelly, and had enough to send her another each day until I arrived. Fair was fair, after all.

After that, I pulled out my laptop and phone and caught up with a few of the people I'd met on the trip. First up was a quick text message to Perry, the bartender who'd helped me get my first two pieces of action in Oklahoma last weekend. Next, I e-mailed Belinda to see how my favorite "lesbian" couple was doing, followed by quick texts to Paul and Becky.

Sonya had popped into my mind during several lonely moments on the road, and I really wondered what her back story was. So, the next e-mail went to her, in hopes that she might be a little more forthcoming about the mysterious things she'd said when I dropped her off in Jackson.

I'd texted Scott a few times since I left Pensacola, but I hadn't talked to Stacy since I left. She'd told me she didn't text much, so a third e-mail went to her. I thanked her for showing me such a good time for the short period I was there, and encouraged her to keep hanging out and exploring herself with Scott and Lynette. Another text went to Kellen, congratulating him for a walk-off home run he'd hit the night before.

When I left Charleston, I was really okay with the fact that Beth hadn't left any way for me to keep in touch with her, but as the days had passed since, I regretted it. Sure, she was feisty and we hadn't really gotten along all that well prior to our heated coupling in the hotel. Still, my brain wouldn't let go of the idea that she was someone worth getting to know. So, I did the next best thing. I sent a text to Travis, the guy who'd hooked up with Beth's best friend. If anyone in the group knew how Beth was doing, it would probably be him.

I sent Adam a quick text to thank him for not unloading any of his weaponry on me after catching me half-naked in a hotel room with his sister and his ex-girlfriend. I followed by e-mailing Amber, reminding her that nothing we'd done that night was wrong. I invited her out to Idaho to catch up with the rest of the family.

The next e-mail went to Maria, just to thank her for last night. I told her I hoped she'd figure things out with Josh, but that I also hoped she wouldn't let him keep treating her the way he had. We might be friends, but I certainly didn't approve of the things he'd said to her yesterday at the Pirates game, and I mentioned to her that I might say exactly that when I met him again in a few days.

Finally, I finished with a few text messages to the key players in last night's insanity. I'd already given Jenny Kelly's number so they could text. I messaged Desiree, Miranda, Vicki, Sam and Houston. I figured I'd get a few stories of what went down last night after Jenny and I locked ourselves in my room, but mainly, I just wanted to make sure nobody had died or gotten themselves arrested.

I took a few moments to send some messages forward as well. Besides Josh, I was meeting a military buddy and another fantasy baseball friend in Chicago. I was meeting Russ and Chad and several other military friends from San Antonio in Colorado next weekend, as well. That would be my final stop before going back to Idaho and meeting Kelly.

Kelly called just as I was finishing up. She'd just finished at work, and we only talked for a few minutes when she got home, mostly to thank me profusely for the picture, before she needed to hang up and get ready to go out. I went to Lea's house to spend a little time with my niece and nephews.

My niece was just about a year old, and the boys were only 7 and 5, so it didn't take a lot to entertain them. I made silly faces at London, my niece, for half an hour, and had her smiling pretty cheekily at the end. I played cards with Jesse, my older nephew, and built a few dozen Lego walls with Warren, the younger nephew.

Lea was just thankful for the break and took advantage of it to take a nap. Around 7, we dropped the kids off at the babysitter's house and headed out to a karaoke bar with Lea's friends. Her new boyfriend was there as well, though to a man he was just part of the group of friends. They weren't telling anyone about their relationship outside of their tight circle of friends and family. Lea's soon-to-be ex would have stalked him, threatened him and probably attempted to do something stupid.

Lea and I had sang karaoke together in our teens and even a few times while I was in the Corps, and we did the same that night. I sang a couple on my own and even teamed up with Lea's boyfriend, Dan, for a very strange white-boys-sing-Outkast version of 'The Way You Move.'

One of my solo songs was 'One Week' by Barenaked Ladies. Crazy-ass song to do for karaoke, but I'd perfected it thanks to countless hours of drivers seat practice, and by perfected, I mean I dropped only a word or two per stanza. During the song, I noticed a girl staring at me and hanging on every word I sang. She was pretty thick, but she was cute, with curly blonde hair hanging just below her ears.

When my song was over, I headed back to our table near the bar, but the blonde intercepted me.

"How did you sing that so well?" she asked me.

"It's all in getting your lips to move fast enough," I replied.

"You must be pretty good with your mouth, then," she smirked.

"You have no idea," I grinned, thinking this was going to be another easy score, and silently thankful that I wasn't staying at my sister's house. She came and sat with us at our table for a few minutes before taking a bathroom break.

"Uh, dude?" Dan said when she was out of earshot.

"Yeah?"

"You sure about that girl?" he asked.

"I've been talking to her for about four seconds, Dan," I answered. "So, no. But tell me, how sure does one have to be before having a one-night stand?"

That got a round of laughs from the table.

"Some guy has been hanging all over her all night, Brad," Lea said. "Back there near the pool tables."

"Ah," I said. As if clockwork, my jaw started throbbing, a not-so-subtle reminder of what happened the last time I got involved in something like this. "This should be interesting."

But it wasn't. The girl emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, and when she started walking back toward my table, a big guy with curly red hair intercepted her. He was a couple inches shorter than me, but he probably had me by about 75 pounds. I figured I could probably take him, but a little one-night fling wasn't worth it.

"Who the fuck is that guy?" he shouted. It didn't get the entire bar's attention, but everyone within 20 feet turned to look at them.

"Just some guy I met at the bar," she said.

"And you went back to his table," he replied. It wasn't a question. He put his arm around her and walked her away from where we were sitting. He wasn't forceful about it -- I might have had to put a stop to it if he had been -- but she went nonetheless. When he wasn't looking, she looked over at me with an apologetic smile. I just smiled back.

And that was it for the night. I talked to another couple of girls, but no one really caught my eye, and no one else tried to launch themselves at me like the blonde had. Around 11 p.m., we settled our tab, and after making plans for the next day, I got in my car and headed to the hotel.

For the first time since my first night on Scott's couch in Florida, I was going to bed by myself. And honestly, I was more than ok with that. My body could use the break after the crazy night I'd had in Indianapolis, and really, I didn't mind some alone time with Kelly.

First she had to get home, though. She wasn't planning on staying out late, but she was an hour behind me. I'd told her to call me when she got home, because I didn't want to bother her during her night out. We'd texted a few times while she was at the club, but all we'd done the past hour and a half is exchange 'I miss you' texts.

So, I took a bottle of Jack Daniels from my travel bag and poured a shot before settling down to watch SportsCenter. Right after I finished watching highlights of Chipper Jones hitting a 3-run walk-off homer against the Astros, my phone rang.

"How many boys did you tease and then leave hanging tonight, huh?" I answered after checking the caller ID to be sure it was her.

"A few," she giggled. "Trying to copy me, answering the phone all sexy sounding?"

"I could never measure up," I answered. "Not even close."

"You have any fun tonight?" she asked.

"Fun? Yes," I started. "But the kind of fun you're thinking, no."

"Aww, what happened?"

I gave her the details of my night. "It's really not a big deal, Kelly. I mean, seriously, I've gotten some form of action every day I've been on this trip, and I think there've only been two days I didn't actually fuck someone. I can't even count today, because of this morning with Desiree. There is no man on Earth who would have sympathy for me."

"You promise it's not because you just want to get back here and you're not trying anymore?"

"Kelly, I never really tried that hard in the first place," I reasoned. "I'm a nice guy, I'm not shy, and I make friends easily. I don't have a problem telling a woman I'm interested if I am, but I don't go out looking for women I want to sleep with. Granted, I did have to recruit a couple of wingmen to help me out last night, but that's only because I'm too young for Viagra."

She laughed. Hard. Almost too hard, I thought.

"It was funny, Kelly, but it wasn't that funny."

"I know," she answered. "I need to tell you something."

"Anything," I said. "Is this what you were holding back earlier?"

"No," she said. "Something else."

I waited silently.

"Shit," she said. "I really should have thought this through better."

"Kelly, just spit it out already," I said. "You're going to drive yourself crazy. Just tell me. It'll be okay."

"You promise?"

"Yes."

"Even if I tell you that I didn't leave every boy I teased tonight hanging?"

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I'd never really experienced it before, but I immediately recognized it. I tried to stop it, but I laughed into the phone.