Road Tripping Pt. 08.5 - Time Trip Pt. 02

Some of the others there were worse for the wear than either Molly or Quintin. They both had a tough time looking the other in the eye until the reception when they all finally were able to relax and have some time to talk and laugh at their really hurting eighteen-year-old cousin Ben, who was paired with Molly in the wedding party. His father said the "adult" had puked half the night.

By the reception they both had their second wind and could even enjoy toasting the bride and groom and some of the early dances and some of the faster ones. Near the end there was a slow, couples dance and Molly's date was asleep in a corner and the girl Quintin was paired with in the party was dancing with her real boyfriend. Quintin took Molly's hand and led her to one slow dance as a secret couple together.

"Thank you for everything Quintin. Molly whispered to him. Knowing it was near the end of things and the bride and groom were leaving after this dance. The reception would be over in less than an hour. She added quietly. Don't fall asleep. I'll call an hour after we all go up honey."

They both subtly held the other a little tighter but did not let on of anything further as Quintin tried to think of anything he could to suppress his growing an instant erection.

The next two hours could not pass quickly enough for either of them. Molly was on the phone to Quentin's room at midnight, telling him the halls had been quiet. Her room was farther away from the others at the end of the hall and to please come over for a little while if he liked.

In less than a minute he was over freshly showered and carrying two slices of the surprisingly good wedding cake. A man bring sweets was always a plus she thought. It also looked like a plausible cover of them sharing the cake slices.

Their night together was another night of shared pleasures and discovery about more of what they liked and what would make future partners happy.

Molly quickly lost her t-shirt and shorts while Quintin took his sweatpants and shirt off to show his already throbbing erection.

Molly led him to the bed and after a deep kiss she said. "Let's explore and have a drink of our delicious cum again. I loved sixty-nine fun with you, and I've thought about it all day."

They stayed in an extended sixty-nine until he had cum once and she had cum three times before he did and once after while sucking him and playing with his ass until he was hard again, and she told him to fuck and make her cum some more while they mixed, they're cum in their mouths.

Slow and deep lovemaking while they made out and mostly held joined together while she showed him the new flavor, they made together she had discovered in the shower last night.

They made love, building their pace until both were again using their joined tongues to not let the rest of the floor know of their orgasms, they feared shouting for all to hear.

Taking a break after and sharing the cake slices and talking a little of the rides they had ahead for home tomorrow and work for her tomorrow and school for him in two days after the 900 miles drive, he had to make over two days alone. He joked about driving with a hardon the whole way thinking about what they had done this weekend and he could not thank her enough.

"Thank me by making love to me one more time before we have to part and get some sleep. I will meet you in the morning for breakfast before we must drive for our homes. You better call me when you are there safe too. I will worry about you on the long ride."

"I will be happy to know you are safely home also and call you as soon as I'm home."

After cake and their talk Molly led him back to the shower for a quick wash and the work of her hands to bring his cock to a nice hard state as they repeated their drying ritual of last night before Molly led him back to the bed.

"Lay back and let me ride you again Quintin. You got so deep in me last night when I was on top, and your fingers were magical on my clit." Molly's wide and bright smile was broken only when his cock entered her, and her breath was sucked in through her pursed lips.

Quintin needed no coaxing to bring two fingers to her clit and work to stroke her at the same speed she was riding him. For the next five minutes both just let the waves of pleasure burn into their memories of this night they knew could never be repeated in any way they saw. It had been great, and both had learned so much about themselves and what they truly wanted in a partner to share their lives with.

After she had cum at least three times Quintin said. "Let me get on top and finish in you. And kissing you when we cum together again, I hope."

Molly rolled together with him as they managed to stay joined and he began to fuck her harder and bring her to two building orgasms followed in a few moments by a shared orgasm whose sounds were again only covered by their deep kiss followed by them just gazing in the other's eyes as the last waves of their joined pleasure ran between them.

Molly cried against the door silently after saying goodbye for the night knowing that even thought they would be eating together in a few hours they were never going to be as close as they had been just now.

Molly's greatest fear was that she would never be this close to another again, period with the way her romantic life had gone.

If all of that was not enough, she then finally went to sleep only to have one of those weird dreams set in the deep past where she was looking for something or someone out of an open balcony looking to a sea.

The completely fucked up part was that after finally making love to a man who made her cum almost has hard and feel the love she had shared with Debbie. So, what does Molly Drunham dream of, her and some mystery woman in the past who keeps her face out of view, but she finds herself making love with. She can tell in an instant that the other woman is not Debbie for the feel of her body and the light hair on her legs is also unusual along with her own unshaven body. Her blonde pussy smelled different and there were hints of scented oils on her skin as she began to finger and taste the mysterious blonde pussy near her, until the phone with her wakeup call ended the dream, and all of her realities had to be rejoined in Connecticut.

Now almost three years later. Quintin was a father with a good woman, who from what he had told her lived up to the ideals of a mate they were both searching for that weekend they had together.

Molly was still on a search for that person. Steve and the two she had seriously dated since the weekend with Quintin had turned out to be just as disappointing as all the rest she had met.

She may not have a ride home with those two drunk assholes, but she was free of them and once she found a drink of water in this sea of beer she would worry about the rest and hope for a better day tomorrow.