Romancing the Librarian Pt. 02

"You trying to scare me?"

"Put your seat back."

I liked the way she fit to the front of me like a glove, and she knew it. My free hand was placed on her boob and kept there. Her lips explored my face and neck.

"You are not supposed to get any kind of crush on me."

"Too late. I already do. I'm not giving you up."

For an hour we drove like that, enjoying the feel of each other, the gentle bouncing of the big van, the high beams illuminating the empty highway. This was very bad. Middle aged writer was falling for teenager.

Her head was on my shoulder, the body sound asleep, when Sheila showed up. I mouthed at her, "Take her to bed."

She was back in a minute, whispering in my ear, "I don't fit in there like she does."

I ruffled her hair, turning for a kiss and getting warm lips. "You have many charms of your own."

"Thank you. Nice to have compliments. Especially when you are so old." She laughed under her breath.

I reached for a nipple and pinched it. "I thought you told me I passed the compatibility test?"

She cuffed me. We stared out the windshield at a sky beginning to brighten on the horizon. I kept my hand on the breast which filled my hand. "We'll be near Kayenta soon. Have to find a place to park until stores open."

"I want you. Don't forget that."

A rest stop sign led us to a place with trees and some other parked vehicles. Probably as safe as anywhere.

I parked, checked the locks, and elbowed my way into a bed that already had three bodies in it.

Bright sunlight blasted my eyes and a toe was prodding my ribs. "Wake up, dumb ass."

The three of them stood there, fully dressed, giving me stern looks. Fortunately, my morning erection was mostly hidden by the bed covers. Marian held out a cup of coffee.

"We are on the reservation now, and the squaws are in charge."

I blinked at the sexist remark and Marian elbowed Sheila. "No squaw talk, please. He knows we are dominants. He will do our bidding."

The stern looks turned to giggles and they jumped on me. Julie brought over more breakfast.

"God, you did such a job of hiding out and getting us here. We are still on the rebound."

"So you are not going to beat me? At least not right now?"

Julie was doing stretches. Sheila and Marian were wrestling.

"This is nice, but we still have miles to go this morning. And shop. And service the van."

I told them to find us some old clothes that would blend into the reservation folks.

Two hours later we were headed north on back roads, working towards Navaho mountain, the Rainbow Bridge and the south side of the Glen Canyon Dam reservoir. The windows were open and dry desert air was blowing through. Once in a while, a car passed us. Reservation cars were uniformly covered in red dust. Anything clean looked like a rental from off the reservation. There weren't many of those.

On an impulse, I stopped and splashed water on the sides of the RV, then went down the road looking for loose dirt.

Sheila wanted to know, "Why did you do that?"

"Notice the reservation cars? We need to look like that. I'm going to dirty up the license plates so you can't tell we are out of state. You going to show me the clothes that don't give us away as tourists?"

I pulled over at a wide spot. The view, inside and out, was spectacular. We were winding through red rock country, with Navaho mountain looming in the distance to the west. Inside, three tramps had their hair in baseball caps, trashy out of fashion blouses without bras, and aged jeans.

One had on ancient sneakers, the other two had beat up flip flops.

"Not bad. Not half bad. Do I know you?"

"Senor, you are looking like tourist. Better let one of us drive while you dig around."

I was in my new old clothes when the RV pulled over and stopped. Marian announced, "We are making a trading post stop."

We lazily stepped out of our dusty vehicle and slowly made our way to the open air tables. All manner of tourist googaws were out. I asked quietly, "You have some genuine jewelry inside? My women would like to see some."

The old woman nodded and we followed her to the shack. In the back, behind a curtain, she uncovered a tray with silver and turquoise bracelets, necklaces and brooches. They gleamed in the dim light. A middle aged man kept an eye on us from the corner. The little tags had prices from fifty dollars to five hundred.

I said very quietly, "Each of you pick something you like. Don't worry about the money."

Sheila pointed to a carefully worked silver bird with a turquoise eye. I nodded to the woman. Marian fingered a simple but elegant necklace and raised her eyebrows at me. I nodded again. Julie looked fearful as she picked up an intricately figured bracelet. "Go ahead," I said.

The woman wrote down prices and handed me a scrap of paper. "$650." I turned and went to the van for my cash.

When I came back, I slowly unrolled my bills and laid down six hundred dollar bills. "Yes?"

She looked in the corner and got a nod. The money went into her skirt and she wrapped the pieces in plain brown paper and handed the package to Marian. All of us thanked her and walked out.

As we drove north again, jewelry was being fastened on bodies and kisses bestowed on the driver and temporary sugar daddy.

"When we get to Albuquerque, I'm taking you out dancing with your jewelry on proper dresses."

"Albuquerque! Proper dresses? What is he up to now?"

I refused to say anything more. Sometimes a guy has to have secrets from his women.

We wound gently down to Lake Powell, shining in the distance. In a few miles, we were at a rocky shoreline, two other RV's and two lonely portapotties. Pretty desolate. Reservoirs are like that. Man made desolation.

The other two RV's had rowboats drawn up on the gravel next to them. I dimly remembered my brother saying something about a blowup boat. The women walked down to the water and I dug into the storage compartments. In the back of one was some yellow. After pulling and hauling, it lay flat on the meagre asphalt. Maybe 8x10. Might hold four, might not. Blessedly, there was an electric air pump and a set of oars.

I was quickly down to shorts in the hot sun. The pump was hopelessly slow, but easy on the RV battery.

"What are you going to wear to go out on that thing?" I looked at the three of them in their dusty clothes. Marian said to stay outside while they figured that out.

Sheila had a pair of biker shorts and a black cropped tee shirt. Julie was looking anxious in a pair of Marian's boyshorts that were meant to be underwear but looked great. Her bare breasts looked even better, poking out a tan tee shirt. She said, "I'm not decent. Is that ok?"

I said, "You look terrific. Perfect boating outfit. Help me with this thing." She laughed and we launched the yellow boat. I told her to go around listening for leaks while I got the rest.

Marian came out in a real onepiece swimsuit with high cut legs and low cut front. In her hands was a waterproof lunch sack. "You think we can leave the van?"

"I'll go ask someone at the other RV."

I wandered over and knocked gently. A head poked out and I introduced myself. "We'd like to go out in our boat but were wondering if we need to leave someone behind to protect the vehicle?"

"Very quiet. My friends and I have been here for a week with no other visitors. I'd say you are ok."

I told the women, "He says very quiet. I think we will be safe, but maybe not get out of sight of the RV for very long."

Julie insisted on rowing. The launch area receded quickly. I said to Marian, "Take that girl's tee shirt off and get some lotion on her."

Sheila took on the rowing and Julie leaned back on Marian getting a nice lotion massage of her front. Her breasts had a fullness that most teenagers don't and the skin around her pink nipples was very light. I thought to myself that she should tan up perfectly.

"I've never had to lie out topless in front of a guy before." Her eyes were closed and her hips were making little motions. Marian looked at me and smiled. She could see the growing bulge in my shorts.

"Some times it feels good to show off. Especially with assets like yours." Sheila chuckled and pulled off her shirt. I got some lotion and went to work. She had strong shoulders and pecs under those boobs. I asked, "Where did your muscles come from? You've done this before."

"Done what? Had my tits attacked?"

Marian and Julie laughed. I moved my fingers down to her ribs and tickled. "Be careful, woman!"

"No, no, no!" she screeched. The rubber boat rocked alarmingly. "Jeff," Marian said, "Watch it, there are no lifejackets." She held Julie still and asked, "Are you a good swimmer?"

I asked Sheila, "What about you?"

Marian and I relaxed when it turned out all of us swam well. The RV was distant in the haze and I suggested lunch on the nearest beach.

Munching on a sandwich, I said, "About all we could do from here is watch it disappear."

"Did you bring the cash reserve with you?

"Yes, and the papers for the vehicle."

Marian and I rubbed lotion on each other and dozed. Julie was next to Sheila and both of them had their eyes closed.

I said to Marian, "That Sheila is a toughie. We're lucky to have her with us."

She said, "Julie is no slouch. It took guts to leave her family cold turkey. We have to help her find a new life."

I held her hand and squeezed. "And you and I just need each other."

She kissed me and said, "I warned you about sappy lines. How can you romance a librarian with cliche's?"

Julie appeared at our side, her tongue looking for ours. "Thank you for saying nice things about me."

Sheila was on the other side, saying, "Yes, thank you for saying nice things about me."

I said, "You weren't supposed to hear that. Might get a swelled head." We pulled them to our sweaty fronts and rubbed grease and sweat around. Julie said, "Jeff, I like your cliches, even if Marian doesn't."

Sheila had Marian's top off and was polishing her nipples. Marian moaned and said, "This is bad, you are making me all wet."

Sheila redoubled her efforts and I slipped my hand down the front of the boy shorts. Julie's tongue was halfway down my throat and her bottom was pushing against my hand. She came up for air and gasped, "More, just a little more." My fingers were suddenly wetter and she was shuddering.

I heard a noise and Sheila was having her own fun with Marian.

Julie said in a loud whisper, "My mom would say this was sinful. But it feels so good, I bet she would want some."

Marian asked, "Did you ever hear her having a climax?"

"Yes. My sisters and I were so curious about sex, we would pretend to be asleep when we knew dad was going after her. They chased around their bedroom and then he would give her behind some slaps and say, "Behave, woman," and the next thing we would hear was a groan from her. Took us a while to figure out that was when he buried himself inside. But there would be more moaning and louder noises and finally a scream."

Sheila said, "And your fingers were busy in your bottom?"

Julie blushed and said, "Yes, we were naughty. Made messes in our pants. Had to secretly wash them out."

Julie had the shorts off and was trying to climb on my cock. "You've got my backside in this gravel and you are just going to bounce on him?"

"Yes, and I'm going to moan and scream like my mom!"

She did, and I didn't think she was doing much acting. The young body twisted and bounced and squeezed me, and didn't stop coming for a long time. I decided I was going to have to provide equal treatment, so saved myself. She lay on me, making soft little noises and I eased out to reach for Sheila.

"You're doing all the work, tough one, you need some help." My cock speared into her with force. "Ooof, you are a truly nasty fucker, just taking us one after another, right out in the open."

I drove myself all the way in and asked, "You didn't tell me where the muscles came from."

"I worked on my uncle's farm in high school summers, and then on lighting rigs in college."

She pushed back hard, "More."

Marian lay next to us, gazing at me with post-orgasmic eyes. She mouthed, "Yes, you are a dirty fucker." She got up, stripped off the rest of her clothes, grabbed Julie and ran the two of them into the lake. Sheila was getting more frantic and my cock was throbbing, so it was time for my best shot.

"There... and there... and there..."

She was going to need a while in the lake to get me out of her. My hair was being viciously pulled and my lips battered. "God damn, you get a girl off in style." We headed to the lake and then all four tumbled into the rubber boat. I did the rowing, and naked bodies lounged. As we neared the RV, I noticed the others were gone and wondered if there was a problem.

The women scrambled into clothes and I said, "Just as a precaution, I'm going to put the van down that side road up there so it is hidden a bit in the wash. Take some water and hike up to that point and get down in the rocks where you can see but not be seen."

Thirty minutes later, I crept into their little depression and relaxed. In a low voice, Marian said, "what are we going to see?"

"Could be almost anything. More RV's. SUV's with boat trailers. Navaho police looking for us."

It was lazy and warm up in the rocks and we relaxed. An RV came down the road and parked near the water. A couple got out and walked around, then went back inside. More interesting was a parade of motorcycles we heard from a distance. Six riders circled in the parking area and stopped. My stomach churned when the binoculars showed the leader as none other than our visitor of yesterday.

"It's our friends from yesterday, stay down low." He walked over to the new RV, conversed with the man who came out and walked back to the bikes, shaking his head. With another look around, they headed back south, going at a good clip.

I looked at the women. "What do we make of that?

Marian had her arm around Julie, holding on tight. Sheila spoke, "Hard to believe it is just a coincidence they show up here. Too much ground to cover in too little time, unless they were trying to track us."

I asked Julie, "You ever see your dad or brothers with the likes of them?"

"It's possible that one of them is my uncle. Can't tell in those clothes and helmets, but he belongs to a club from around Fredonia that goes out on rides."

"If finding us yesterday was accidental, why didn't they follow up with a return trip when they suspected something? And why come hightailing over here today?"

I asked Julie, "Is your dad a friend of the sheriff back home?"

"Not a friend but he knows him pretty well. One of my cousins is a deputy."

"So the bikers report us to your dad when they get to somewhere with coverage. And since they didn't find other RV's at the lake, we are the only one they find. The 911 call is localized to Jacob Lake. When they go back this morning, we are gone. Since we are not likely to drive back to Fredonia, and if we aren't at the North Rim today, that means we could only be headed east."

"The sheriff in Fredonia calls a friend on the reservation and picks up the stop in the middle of the night. The registration and the licenses. Your uncle is sent in this direction at high speed. They look at the map, ask some questions in Kayenta, get a positive, and head north on a hunch. This works when they flash some money at the trading post and get a positive on a California RV with a man and three women in it."

"Shit," Sheila said, "we left a pretty good trail."

The shadows were lengthening and I pondered what to do next. Everyone was tense and we were away from the vehicle. We had run out of game plan when the bikers showed up. The first thing was to look after the women and decide where to spend the night. Going toward the trading post wasn't a great idea, the bikers might be staked out there. Going down next to the new RV probably didn't work either, because the biker guy had no doubt described us to the old man.

I said soothingly to Julie, "We do not have a problem with the police, since you are of age and can prove it, and are willingly riding with us. We may have a problem with your father and the bikers, but they know, or should know, they can get in a heap of trouble trying to kidnap you. Especially after you left that message on 911."

I let that bounce around for a minute, and added, "We have enough water in the vehicle to camp dry. We can use the desert as a latrine for pee. If we carefully work our way down out of sight of that RV, and the road, we can get back to it before dark."

Marian nodded at me. Doing something was better than nothing for their nerves.

This late in the day, I didn't expect traffic on the road, and there wasn't any. I looked for new tracks in the wash, and there weren't any in addition to ours. Everyone seemed to understand about another night with no lights for dinner. I gathered us around the kitchenette and kissed and hugged everyone.

Some food and a beer helped a lot. We sat in the dark in a half circle, and I thought about the best strategy for moving. If the police had been enlisted to come after us, we were sitting ducks where we were. No cover here, and none for many miles. And the Navaho cops knew every road and byway.

But it might be useful to get to Colorado. We could head over to Cortez. If my memory served,

Mesa Verde was nearby, and we would be in federal jurisdiction in the park.

Casually, I said, "I was thinking maybe we could make our way tonight over towards Cortez. That's in Colorado, where they don't have much truck with cults, and we might be able to camp tomorrow at Mesa Verde, which is federal. What do you think?"

They were too scared, or too nervous or too something to answer. Finally, Marian said, "This place is a lot more desolate than I thought, and we don't want a run in with those bikers out here by ourselves. Let's do what you suggest."

"One other thing, when we get going, put your more respectable clothes on and figure out a way to carry your valuables with you. We have to assume the people following us are able to damage or steal the RV."

I could tell that didn't sit well, but was acknowledged as necessary.

I set an alarm for midnight and sacked out. After a while, there were warm bodies on all sides.

(cont'd in Part 3 - A Decision at Chaco)