Page 79 of A Real Goode Time

But the fact was, it was getting close to the time for me to turn around. We were almost halfway between New Haven and Alaska by now, and the farther I got from my shop, the longer it’d take to get home. In the back of my mind I had figured that my little “vacation” would mean being away from the shop for less than a week. I could be gone that long without income. I had savings, but I categorically refused to touch that money under any circumstances except the most dire of emergencies. Getting that call from Dad reminded me that Mom and Dad depended on the money I was able to send them every month. I couldn’t afford not to be working much longer.

Shit.

But…where did I leave her? Chicago? Minneapolis? And how would I do that? Just take her to a bus station or airport and be like, bye? Drop her off and peace out like nothing had ever happened?

No fucking way.

It would be like leaving her on the side of the road.

But where did I stop? Where did I draw the line?

A bigger issue was our physical and emotional connection. The longer we were in this car, the deeper our connection would become. And the nights…would be impossible. How could I sleep in the same room, much less the same bed, as Torie and not end up having sex with her? And that would happen, I had no doubt. She wanted it as much as I did, I could tell. Maybe even more. Or…differently. I had a point of reference for what it would be, for how it would feel, for the connection, the deepened sense of intimacy. She didn’t. She couldn’t know how it would affect her, or me, let alone us together.

I wasn’t one of those guys who saw sex as just getting my rocks off, just a physical thing. I was fine with a temporary, one-time thing with a willing girl, but it was always a little more than just a purely physical thing. We’d lie there afterward and talk, and there would be a connection between us, a camaraderie of sharing the moment, the sex, the one-time rush of sleeping with a stranger.

I’d already felt that emotional component with Torie, intensely so…and we hadn’t really even had sex. We just fooled around in a way I hadn’t done since I was a kid. And damn, was it fun. The lack of expectations, the sense of not having a destination in mind, so to speak, just touching and giving and receiving pleasure for the sake of pleasure itself, for the sake of enjoying each other’s body…god, how addictive.

And dammitall, it wasn’t the sexuality itself that was addicting, it washer.

Torie.

All that she was. The mix of innocent and sultry, sweet and dirty, nervous and bold, confident yet insecure at times. Slender, yet curvy. Tight, but soft. Strong, but tender.

I glanced over at the girl in question—the woman, I mean. She was all woman. A virgin, perhaps, but not entirely innocent, and all woman.

She was sleeping. Her head rested against the pillar near the seat belt, the end of her braid laying on her shoulder. Mouth slightly open. Hands tucked between her thighs.

This was sweet, innocent Torie. Looking at her like this made my heart do melting flips, which was confusing because I’d never felt this way about anyone before.

How can I leave her?That thought ran through my head, back and forth, again and again,

as I drove, putting miles behind us, trying in vain to forget that little motel room where I’d gotten my first taste of the most magical woman I’d ever encountered.

Scenes from the night before and this morning ran through my head.

Torie, sleepy, erotic hunger blazing in her eyes. Reaching under the waistband of my underwear, grasping me. Taking me in her mouth, taking me to heights of ecstasy I’d never experienced before. Writhing under my mouth, her spine arched to press her slit into my tongue.

I wondered if she realized she’d squirted. I’d heard about that, of course, seen it on the internet, but I always figured it was some exaggerated, scripted porn thing.

But, no.

She’d squirted all over my hands. Not enough that there’d been a wet spot on the bed, and she may not have even noticed with how far gone into orgasmic bliss she’d been.

Fuck, so hot.

I needed to stop thinking about this shit or I’d get myself all worked up again. I needed to get my shit together and really figure things out.

But then…what was there to figure out?

I wanted her.

I wanted to sleep with her.

I wanted to be with her.

I wanted to bend her over the bed and fuck her until she lost her damned mind. I wanted to make slow sweet gentle love to her, something I’d never wanted or done with anyone.

I wanted it all, with her. And only her. I wanted to dive into everything she was as a person and never come back up.