Road Trip Pt. 03

Julia smiled and said, "I'm a big fan of country music andPeople magazine." She kissed me again and then backed away. "I studied the photos in the magazine after I met you at breakfast, and I did some homework about what the entertainment websites said might be your next destination. Northern Michigan seemed an obvious conclusion, although nothing I read said that."

I set up the table in the room's open space as I gave Julia the same spiel about how to prepare for the massage. She just stood there barefoot and slowly started to untie her shirt with very deliberate moves, each move revealing more and more of her buxom body. I turned on the bedside radio to some dreamy music, and dimmed the room's lights. When I turned back to focus on Julia, she was nude. She came up to me and kissed me again; I kissed back. I had an idea where this evening would end up.

I did give a credible massage before we made love, but then Julia was massaging parts of my body too. Julia had the enthusiasm of youth on her side. I was driven by curiosity about what she'd be like.

After we had sex, we lay on Julia's bed panting after our sexual exertions. She said, "Thank you, Jim Mellon. I can go to my grave knowing that the best fuck in my life also came from someone famous. I don't know how you know what you know about women, but ... well, you should patent that stuff - all those techniques. Every single move you make turned me on, lifted me higher, and sent me to some other universe where the only important thing seemed to be how long I could make my orgasm last, and boy did you know how to make them last. Every woman in the country will want to get fucked by you."

I must have looked pained from her remarks, because she continued, "Oh, Jim. Don't worry, I won't blow your cover or talk to the tabloids. I did tell Pete I knew about you being a celeb. I have my own aspirations to get into the movie industry, so maybe I'll join you someday. If you can ever point me in that direction I'd appreciate it, but no obligation." She squirmed a little beneath me to heighten the effect of our still joined genitals. She rolled her eyes in physical happiness.

As our breath came back, our hands started to fondle and pet our exposed erogenous zones. Julia said, "I asked Pete why you'd ended up here - at the Inn - being a substitute trainer and masseur. He said you'd tell me more than thePeople magazine article did."

And so I did. We lay there, and I gave Julia the fifteen-minute version of my life story and the road trip. An hour later, we had sex again. I surprised myself being able to respond a fifth time in the same day; however, Julia was young, vibrant, and luscious, and she knew which of my buttons to push to get me going again. Some of the buttons involved the talented use of her mouth. After we finished round two, we went to sleep with Julia happily cradled in my arms. She purred.

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Sunday was similar to the day before. Somehow, I'd restored my sexual prowess and gotten horny again overnight. Pam and Daisy showed up for their extended afternoon appointments with large smiles and high expectations for an erotic two hours. In their comments, I learned they knew each other and Tina as well; the day before, Pam had told the other two about her fabulous fuck, and then I was really in demand. One other woman came in for a 'straight' massage.

Julia had made a date with me for the evening, knowing as she did that I'd have had at least two fucks earlier in the day. I did not disappoint any of them. That day, I took time to learn a little more from each woman about how they liked to be treated in their love making: rough, loud, tender, oral, kinky, sex stories, dirty talk, fantasies, and more. I drew out of each woman her preferences. We had fun - and I learned a few things to try in the future on other women: places to touch, the right pressure to use, whether to hold or rub, and whether to use fingers, hand, or tongue.

Pam and Daisy left Monday morning, but not before finding me to say goodbye in some intimate way. Each gave me their business card, asked that I look them up in their hometown, and gave me a conspiratorial wink. Clearly, they both knew my celebrity status, and that being a masseur was not my real profession. Now, I really worried about the tabloids. I had to stop screwing every woman I met ... didn't I?

Julia brought me to a complete stop that evening with a simple question: "Did you like fucking my mother as much as me?"

"Huh?" My jaw must have been hanging down to the floor.

Julia looked surprised. "Oh, I thought she told you. Daisy Wheaton is my mother. We're pretty open with each other, so I knew you'd given her the best fuck of her life before we got together that first night. You came with high recommendations, including rave reviews from her friends Tina and Pam."

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Pete said your mother was loaded. What are you doing working here?"

Julia snorted, "My Mom and Dad are teaching me the value of work and money, or so they think. I have to make it on my own before they'll help." She paused and added, "I've been a bit of a leech up until this summer. I don't think they liked the direction I'd been headed."

I just nodded.

Julia continued, "I moved out after last summer - well, my parents sort of forced me out on my own. I had a girlfriend in Montana, so went to live with her. I worked over the winter at a ski slope near Helena and did a little waitressing nearby, and then landed this job for the summer. I'd been here as a guest years ago. I guess I'm shaping up in Mom's eyes; this trip we felt closer to each other than since I turned fourteen, and even started sharing some of our intimate encounters with each other."

Oh, my God, I'd found another mother-daughter pairing who I'd made love to. Did I have some kind of a sign painted on my forehead that drew these people to me? True, they were both outstanding women and a pleasure to make love with, but I didn't expect any behind the scenes relationships.

My fourth day on the island, I played the tourist, prowling through each shop, taking a hundred photos, and mailing a few postcards to friends and loved ones including some of the women I'd met along my road trip. As I sat at the bar Monday night having a drink with Pete, Julia came by after the dining room closed. She gave me a little smile to indicate she wanted my amorous attention yet again. I nodded, and we set a time for her to come to my room in an hour.

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Tuesday morning, Julia had me autograph each of her breasts with a Sharpie before she dressed in the morning - Jim on her right breast, just below the nipple, and Mellon on the left. "I want it to last more than a few hours," she explained regarding the indelible Sharpie. She also had me take a picture of my handiwork with her cell phone. I wondered whom she'd share it with. She again promised not to talk to the tabloids. Just to be sure, I had scribbled my signature.

Julia also kissed me goodbye in a passionate way, but with tears in her eyes. She told me, "Jim Mellon, I hope our paths cross again. You are easy to fall for, and I'd hate to think I wasted all the psychic energy I've spent on you the past few days. I want you as a long-time friend ... and fuck-buddy." She tucked her regular, off-island address and cell phone number in my pocket. After a kiss, she left for her waitress job in the Inn's dining room. I put her data on my phone before I lost the piece of paper.

Pete and I lingered over a cup of coffee out on the veranda of the Inn. The horse drawn carriages were already out on the streets carting the tourists around the small island. I thought the place was picturesque enough to come back to someday, maybe even on a honeymoon. Pete thought I should come back and bring all the women I felt an attraction for at one time - he wanted to see the resulting orgy and volunteered to help orchestrate things.

Pete helped me carry my gear down to the ferry dock. I boarded the ferry for the mainland, and soon waved goodbye to him across a widening gap between boat and shore. As I waved, Julia came running down to the dock to join Pete in waving goodbye. The two of them stood there looking happy together. The last I saw of them that day was the two of them walking back to the Inn with their arms around each other. Now that was an unexpected ending; something was going on there I hadn't been privy to. I wondered why Pete orchestrated my time with Julia if the two of them had something going on between them: more questions without answers.

I retrieved my motorcycle and the rest of my gear from my locker, repacked things for traveling, and headed across the Mackinaw Bridge to Upper Michigan - the longest suspension bridge in the Western hemisphere. The day was warm and sunny, traffic was light, the Universe felt friendly, and I was happy.

Chapter 13

Wisconsin

In late morning, I crossed the Mackinaw Bridge and hugged the shore of Lake Michigan for the rest of the day. With the late start after my midnight escapades on Mackinac Island with Julia, a stop for lunch, and my resolution to take it slow and enjoy the scenery; I got only part way across the Upper Peninsula.

I camped overnight at a state forest. The temperature dropped to around fifty degrees. My sleeping bag did its magic in keeping me at just the right temperature; but getting up in the morning proved to be an onerous chore. I didn't bounce out of bed the way I did on warmer days. I'd become soft in the middle.

Just after dawn, I took a long slow run for an hour along trails through the forest; that warmed me up. I got in a meditative trance while running. Due to my gunshot, this was my first long run in many weeks. Back at the campsite, I built a fire, and did some other exercises, trying not stress my left side. I prepared some breakfast from my collection of freeze-dried food, and dressed warmly when the time came to start riding on the motorcycle.

I started to sing my widening repertoire of country songs for which I knew all the words. I sang into the facemask of my helmet, so I could actually hear myself over the rush of the wind and the rumbling sound of the Harley Davidson. I liked the whole idea of being a country music singer. The entertainment industry had always fascinated me, and now I had an open door. I wondered if I'd been led to this door by some unusual force in the universe, and maybe by an angel named Karen.

I tested how important finishing my ride across the forty-eight lower states was to me, and decided I still needed to complete the trip. This trip would give me closure about Karen's death and allow me to have accomplished something 'big' in my life, not that the sudden stardom wasn't also big. Here was this country music career that I could ride for a while. Maybe I would try to do more music or concerts during my trip; despite my fear of singing in front of a large audience, I did have fun singing with Crystal.

I got to Green Bay about four o'clock in the afternoon, just as the sun broke out and the temperature started to rise again. The most obvious attribute of the city was their unrivaled support of their NFL football team. Green and yellow banners were everywhere along my route with the 'G' logo of the team. I rode by Lambeau Field stadium, just so I could say I'd seen it. Later in my stop in Green Bay, I learned that the stadium held about 60,000 people - this in a city with a population of about 100,000. I guessed they had a lot of visitors for home games. The number of motels around suggested that as well.

After a stop to get directions on my iPhone, I found Lloyd's Guitars where I splurged and became the owner of a used Blackbird Rider steel string travel guitar, case, extras, and a 'how to' book. The travel guitar was a fraction of the size of a regular acoustic guitar with a shortened neck and a much smaller body - a carefully crafted sound box to render close to normal guitar sounds but with a fraction of the size. I had big plans for the next phase of my country music career. I wanted to be able to play the guitar the way Crystal did.

I chose an early dinner at a restaurant that had Wi-Fi. After ordering, I used my laptop to check my emails. One email from Kim Hume stood out above all the rest and made my heart soar.

To: JBM38@kenseltelcom.net

From: KHume@tsi.com

Subject: Want to see you

Sent from my iPhone

Hardly a minute goes by that I haven't thought of you since you left, particularly with your new career in country music. I'm so proud of you.

I have this weekend free, and I am hoping that you'll have some time for me, and will be some place where we can see each other. Wherever you are, I can fly to you Friday afternoon but have to leave early Monday. Where are you? Ron gives his blessing to my trip and says hello; he has to be in Washington over the weekend.

Call me if this works for you. Leave message if I don't answer. I'm in meetings all day.

I Love You,

Kim

I couldn't get my cell phone out of my pocket fast enough. My call to Kim went into voicemail, but I left an enthusiastic message for her to fly to Milwaukee, and that I'd meet her there if she gave me details about her arrival.

Just before I got on my bike, my cell phone vibrated indicating I had another email. I read the screen and my heart started to beat a lot faster.

To: JBM38@kenseltelcom.net

From: KHume@tsi.com

Subject: Want to see you

Sent from my iPhone

Got your voice mail. I am in a meeting that looks as though it will never end - strategic planning for my company so I have to be here ... probably will go until ten tonight.

BUT, I am so excited I can hardly stand still because we can see each other tomorrow. Just hearing your voice made me wet! You know what that means.

I will be at the general aviation side of the Milwaukee airport about 4:30 p.m. I'll have the jet, so you can watch me land if you're there. If OK with you, I'll arrange downtown hotel - I have plans for us!

Did I mention how excited I am to see you again!!

I Love You A Lot!

Kim

Now, that's the kind of email that makes a guy feel all warm and mushy inside, and that's exactly how I felt. I broke into a big smile. I wanted to tell someone how happy I felt, but there was no one around.

After my early dinner, I rode southwest out of Green Bay for an hour to the shore of Lake Winnebago. In the camping area, I avoided the RV sites and hunted for a remote spot that was picturesque and quiet. The campsite I settled on after riding around in the dusk appeared to be near a snowmobile trail and away from the roads and parking areas. The wooded site had a small clearing with a picnic table and sat about two hundred feet from the lake. A half-dozen ice fishing huts also had been stowed nearby for when they could be towed out on the frozen lake. This time of year the place was not on the normal trail system for the park; I expected no one would find me there.

I set up my tent, built a fire in a fire pit and enjoyed the warmth as the temperatures dropped. As the sunset, I took an envelope of Karen's ashes down to the lakeshore. A breeze from behind me carried the ashes into the lake where they became lost in the sparkling ripples. I sat and meditated by the lake, looking at the pink clouds reflected in the lake. The ripples soon hypnotized me and carried me to a place of thoughtless peace. The inner stillness remained until the color in the clouds disappeared and night really began to fall.

Sunset came early by the clock in Wisconsin - seven thirty; the state is on the eastern edge of the central time zone. The night before when I'd been only a short distance to the east in another time zone, I had an eight-thirty sunset. I tinkered with my new guitar a little to get used to the feel and how it tuned. Later, I stoked the fire and then lay abed listening to the wind in the trees and watching the clouds slide across a sky lit by a rising gibbous moon.

* * * * *

I lay in a state of half-sleep in a new state I'd never been in before. Until I'd heard from Kim I thought the likelihood of my having sex in Wisconsin approached zero. Now, I was horny again - horny for her - and filled with feelings of love for her. I had all these questions and confusions I wanted to talk to her about. Kim would know how to think about these things.

My mind flitted to June - Kim's sister, and that line of thinking led me to my sister. Maybe because I was having sexual thoughts about Kim, when Anna came to mind, it was in an erotic way.

I recalled a summer trip when I'd been home from college and Anna had just finished high school. Anna pleaded with me to drive her to the beach. The day was one of those sparkling summer days, warm and without a cloud in the sky. I caved in to my reluctance about spending the day with my sister. She made us a picnic lunch, and made sure we had drinks, a blanket, and even a portable radio. I borrowed mom's car, and we headed off to Plum Island Beach.

To my surprise, Anna behaved as though she were on a date with me. We held hands, and she even cuddled up to me on our beach blanket. I felt puzzled by what was going on, but she seemed certain of her actions so I let things ride and enjoyed her closeness.

Anna wore a two-piece bathing suit that I'm sure mom wouldn't have approved of if she'd seen her in it. Anna had a nice body - very nice; so nice that a few times during the day I had to roll over on my stomach to hide my arousal. I'm sure Anna saw my lump a few times, but I only caught her smiling at the bulge in my swimsuit once.

In close and intimate conversation with our heads close together, Anna got me talking about the future, and how I thought about a thousand different things: dating, love, sex, family, God, hobbies, my career, what we'd be like as adults, what our relationship as brother and sister would be like in the future, and life in general. The conversation wasn't one sided. I asked questions of Anna too, and she gave me frank and honest answers. In hindsight, I realized that in that one afternoon we got closer to each other than we'd ever been in our lives. Except for a few brief visits, we'd been physically apart for years from the time I left for college up to Karen's final illness and death, but we'd never been far apart in our understanding and love for each other. Looking back, I couldn't imagine what our lives would have been like without that day together on the beach.

At the end of the afternoon, Anna cuddled even closer and put her head on my shoulder for a long time. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close, very conscious of her breasts pushing against me. She looked up at me, gave me a tender kiss, and whispered, "Jim, I will always love you - will always be in love with you. Never forget that. I know we're not supposed to have these feelings and talk about it like this, but I mean it - forever and ever, I love you." She gave me a hug, and then we separated, packed up our beach gear, and went home.

I wanted to make love to my sister that afternoon on the crowded beach. I could tell by her looks she wanted me. We repressed those feelings, those looks, and our touches after that, particularly when our parents were around.

I fell asleep with erotic dreams divided between Crystal, Ellen, Kim, and Anna.

* * * * *

First thing in the morning, I took a long, hard run shortly after sunrise. I pushed myself harder than I had since I'd been shot, testing the entry and exit wounds to see whether they could take the stress of an hour's worth of eight-minute miles. I could feel how out of shape I'd gotten aerobically. I did some exercises near my tent, and this time I really tested the wounds since I did about a hundred sit-ups that used many of the muscles the bullet had ripped through. As I cooled down, I did a careful analysis of what I felt near the wounds, even probing the wound sites with my fingers. I didn't have a single twinge.