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{ASSM) Carnal Val - Lover (MF, rom) Jack of all Trades

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Copyright 2000 by Jack of all Trades


If you haven't read the prelude to this story, you should.
Otherwise you'll be wondering why that idiot, Jack, posted two
stories with the same title. I wavered on this one between a sad
and happy ending. So Ruthie, with clarity that astounded me,
suggested why not do both? Why not indeed? What you are
currently reading is the happy version. The sad version is
called "Carnal Val - Louse." Ruthie knows how much she improved
this, and you need to know I couldn't have done it without her.


Carnal Val

I pulled into town late Wednesday. Thursday was for setup and
Friday evening was when we opened. I parked my rig with the
Ferris wheel beside another one from our Company, then crawled
into the sleeper to get some rest before morning came. I own the
ride. I have a contract with the Company to keep the wheel
running and make sure it gets where it's supposed to be on
schedule. In return they give me a percentage of the take based
on the number of tickets I collect. It's a pretty good life. You
go from town to town, set up your ride for a week or so, then
watch the women parade by while you handle the controls.
Sometimes you get lucky and do more than watch. Hell, for a
single guy who's 27 and not into commitment, it's a great life.

I awoke early next morning to the buzzing of my battery-powered
alarm clock. I tapped it shut, pulled on a t-shirt and jeans,
and hopped out of the truck. Around me the other ride operators
were standing in small groups talking to each other. The Company
boss yelled out that we would meet in fifteen minutes to discuss
the carnival layout. I hurried to the park bathroom, took care
of my morning routine, then made my way over to his truck.

"Hey, Greg!" my friend, Jimmy Palmer called out in greeting. He
held up a paper cup of steaming coffee. I walked over to him and
accepted his offering. The morning air was damp and chilly, and
this would warm my insides nicely.

"Thanks, where'd you get it?"

"They got a convenience store just outside of town. The coffee's
pretty good. They got diesel there, too, if you want to fill
up."

"Yeah. I'll do that once I get set up. Anything else going on?"

"Darren ain't made it yet. Called me on the cell phone last
night. He got lost. Turned around headin' the right way, then
blew a tire. I figure he'll roll in 'round lunch time."

Darren was cheap. He refused to spend the money to maintain his
equipment beyond the bare minimum needed for it to operate.
That's why it was always breaking down. He never seemed to
learn. Other than that he was a pretty good guy and one of my
friends.

"Things here look the same as last year," I observed. We were in
the town park. The Finialsburg Fire Department hosted their
carnival there. This was the second year I had been here. The
place was real pretty with a stream that ran through the middle
of it. Little stone bridges spanned the stream at convenient
spots. Tall maples lined its banks and provided shade. Dotted
around the wide expanse of grass where we would set up our rides
were picnic pavilions that would be converted into food stands
for the carnival. A band shell across the stream would be where
the entertainment occurred. The park had the obligatory cannon
mounted at its front entrance. During the carnival, children
used it as a jungle gym.

"They all look the same to me," Jimmy laughed. He had the
Funhouse, a kiddy attraction for the most part, though sometimes
the teenage girls would give it a try. Jimmy got to eye up all
the mothers. There were always some unbelievable beauties in
that bunch but as a rule, not much action. Still, there were
times...

"Listen up people," Conway Talbot, our boss yelled out. We all
turned to look at him. "I think everyone's here but Darren..."
The group groaned at the announcement. "Supposedly he got lost
and blew a tire." He pointed to a hand-drawn map taped to the
side of his trailer. "This map shows the layout we want. Pretty
much the same as last year, except Kevin's Scrambler has the
Tilt-a-Whirl spot, and the Yo-Yo's going over here, next to
Greg's Ferris wheel. The state upped their minimum setbacks on
power lines and trees to twenty feet from fifteen, so be sure
you measure before you set up. The inspector will be here around
four this afternoon.

"Darren says he'll get here around lunchtime," Conway continued
with a trace of irritation. "I'm fining him $250 for being late.
Those of you who help him set up in time to make the inspection
will share in the fine money along with what he normally pays
you. If he doesn't make the inspection, the Company keeps half
and the rest goes in the kitty 'til the end of the year. The
Fire Department tells us they have big name entertainment this
year, so they're expecting the turnout to be better'n last year.
Long-range weather forecast's good. We might get a day or two of
rain, but nothing major. Anybody got any questions?"

There were always a few but I tuned them out. I knew where I
needed to be and how things were laid out. Jimmy walked back to
my rig with me and we discussed how we would set up. I got in
the rig and moved the wheel to my designated spot. I measured to
make sure it would be within the right distances, then activated
the hydraulics to raise the arms. Once they were up I lowered
the stabilizer pads, placing thick rubber mats under them so
they didn't sink into the ground. I used the stabilizers to
level it off, then locked them in place. Jimmy and some of the
guys came over to help me bolt the framework, which took a
couple of hours. Then I helped them get their rides set up to
where they could do the work on their own. I came back to the
Ferris wheel and began bolting the rest of it together.

The coolness of early morning gave way to heat as the sun rose.
It got so hot that I worked bare from the waist up, wiping the
sweat from my face with my discarded shirt. I was tightening
bolts when I heard the titter of laughter behind me. I didn't
need to turn around, the voices were obviously female. That sort
of thing happened a lot when we were setting up and tearing
down. I guess people just like to watch us work. I cast sidelong
glances at a trio of young women, around seventeen or eighteen
years old. Two of them were average, attractive in their own
way, but the third was a stunner, a redhead with a long curly
mane that flowed across her shoulders. She had on a white half-
shirt that left her midriff exposed, and a smattering of
freckles dotted her exposed skin. Her shirt was filled out with
what I judged would be slightly more than a handful, and her
long lean legs rose from the ground and disappeared inside her
green shorts. For a while the teens continued to watch me work,
then wandered off and I lost track of them.

Once I had everything bolted together I went over to help Jimmy
finish up. It took us about half an hour more to get done with
his ride, then he helped me unhitch the rig from mine and rode
with me out to the convenience store. I fueled up and we got
something to eat and some supplies. We returned to the park a
few minutes after Darren arrived. We and a few of the guys
helped him set up his ride while listening to him bitch about
how his stuff was always breaking down. Typical Darren. We
ignored his grumbling, working together until he was set up
enough to finish on his own.

By the time the inspector arrived everything was assembled and
ready for him. All of the rides passed inspection, though Darren
had to replace a belt the inspector said was worn to the point
of being hazardous. After the inspector left we put the
finishing touches on our rides, hanging the ticket signs and
fixing burnt-out light bulbs. With all in readiness, Jimmy went
into town and bought a case of beer. We sat around and shot the
shit, drinking beer into the late evening and visiting with the
rest of the crew. We turned in early in preparation for opening
day.

The carnival officially opened at five, but people started
milling around at four. Everyone had their rides up and running,
testing them one last time before the crowd hit. The Ferris
wheel is always a popular attraction that seems to appeal to all
ages. I scoped women until I got too busy. Finialsburg certainly
had its share of attractive women. I freely admit that most
women appeal to me in some way or another. That's one of the
reasons I love this job. A woman doesn't have to be a beauty
queen to be attractive. A soft smile, a hearty laugh, the way
she moves or holds herself, these things and more catch my
attention. I busied myself with the initial onslaught of riders
so I didn't see her standing in line until she handed me her
ride tickets.

This time she had on a peach-colored halter-top that handsomely
displayed her cleavage. Up close she appeared younger than when
I saw her earlier, not much over seventeen I'd say. Her pale
green eyes glimmered with merriment, and a dusting of freckles
played across her nose and cheeks. She smiled a sexy-shy smile
when she saw that I noticed her. "Hi," she said while placing
the tickets in my hand. She missed with one and it dropped to
the ground. Before I could get it she bent over to pick it up. I
was rewarded with an inadvertent view of her breasts, a dusty-
pink areola just visible at the edge. I felt myself stirring at
the sight. She stood up and handed me the ticket, her hand soft
against my work-hardened palm. "Sorry," she said with an
apologetic smile.

"It's okay," I croaked and did my best to smile back. She sat on
the bench and one of her friends, whom I recognized from the
other morning, handed me tickets and joined her. I latched the
restraining bar into place and rocked the seat slightly to make
sure all was well. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I
returned to my work, distracted by her while I unloaded and
loaded more riders. I let them ride longer than I should have.
My mind was occupied with the girl-woman who fascinated me. A
child's voice, particularly grating, snapped me out of my
daydreams and I began to unload them. I saved her bench for
last. I helped her friend out of the seat, then held out my hand
to help her. Softness and warmth passed from her to me, an
electricity that coursed pleasurable sensations through my body.

"Thanks," she smiled at me.

"You're welcome."

She bounded down off the platform and I watched her retreating
form out of the corner of my eye as I latched the next riders
into the seat. Their lengthy ride had resulted in an abnormally
long line so I hustled for the next hour to catch up. I had
little chance to watch and observe while I was doing that. But I
could think, and the thought that came unbidden was that here
was a woman I could fall for... hard. Dumb thought. I wasn't
looking for love, never again. Love was for suckers and fools,
and I wasn't either one.

I had known love once, and those thoughts brought painful
memories rushing at me like an out-of-control freight train.
Melody, moonlight glimmering off her golden hair, shimmering off
the lake we lay beside after making love. Melody, with the body
of a goddess and a smile so sweet she melted my heart the first
day I met her. Melody, with a frown on her face when I told her
I loved her. Oh, Jesus, it hurt just to see it in my mind.

"You can't love me," she spat, "I won't allow it."

"I don't have a choice, I do."

"Then you're stupid and a fool! This isn't love, it's sex and up
to now, fun. I don't love you."

"Why not?"

"Christ almighty, you are stupid! Look, the reason we're dating
is because it drives my father crazy, that's it. I would never
marry you. You're not the type of man I'm looking to marry."

"Why not?"

"Because you have nothing, Greg. You'll be nothing. I want a man
who is going somewhere, a man who'll be successful, who can give
me the lifestyle I'm used to. You barely made it through high
school, you drive around in a rusty old car. I am not going to
fall in love with that. It never was love and it never will be."

"I don't enjoy being played for a fool, Melody."

"But you are, you fell in love when it was nothing more than
great sex."

I took her home, when all I wanted to do was leave her there
beside the lake. I never saw her again. But every day I heard
her harsh words and the disgust in her voice. When the carnival
came to town I found a way to flee them. A chance conversation
with the man who ran the Ferris wheel gave me my escape. In
truth, I guess I had been running away ever since. Love died
beside that lake, buried beneath hurtful words and painful
memories. Love wasn't welcome if it ever came calling again.

Through my reveries I continued to work the ride, gradually
getting caught up with the line. Martha, the relief girl, came
over. "You want to take a break?" she asked.

"Sure, about twenty minutes?"

"That's fine."

We exchanged places and I went off to use the restroom. I got a
cola from one of the vendors and was making my way back to the
Ferris wheel when the young woman of my current fantasies came
up to me. "Hi, again," she said flashing her smile.

It was infectious and I couldn't help but smile back. "Hello."
There was an awkward silence, then we both spoke together.
"What's your name?" We laughed. "I'm Greg Winslow," I told her
holding out my hand. She took it in hers.

"Valerie Campbell. My friends call me Val."

"Am I a friend?" I flirted with her.

"If you'd like to be."

"I would, I'd like that very much." The intensity of her smile
jumped a couple of hundred watts. I was dazzled by the
brilliance of her perfect white teeth.

"So would I," she said quietly.

"I have to get back to my ride, Val. My break's about over."

"When's your next one?"

"In a couple of hours. It's not a set time, just whenever Martha
can relieve me."

"Would it be okay... would you mind if I hung out with you?"

"I don't mind, but it will be pretty boring. Wouldn't you rather
have fun with your friends and come back later?"

"Maybe, but for now I'd rather talk to you."

She walked back with me to the Ferris wheel. Martha glanced at
her and shot me a disapproving look. "That one could land you in
jail," she said as I took over from her.

"Not for just looking."

"Like that's all you'll do."

"It's all I have planned."

"Uh-huh." Martha walked off towards the Funhouse to relieve
Jimmy. Val stood at the fence and we carried on a conversation
over the drone of the motor. She was full of questions and had
pretty much pulled most of my life history out of me as we
talked, except for Melody, of course. Her friends came over once
to check on her then went away quickly.

Val was fun to talk to and had a sense of humor that was
delightful. As time went by I found myself concentrating less on
her physical attributes and more on the conversation. While all
this was going on I was still operating the ride and loading and
unloading passengers. The lights on my control panel were all
green so everything was working well. Val seemed to run out of
questions so I took advantage of her lull.

"So tell me about Finialsburg. What do you all do for fun around
here?"

She laughed heartily. "There isn't much fun in Finialsburg
except during carnival week. We do have the put-put golf just
outside of town. They have an arcade, too. For movies or
shopping we go to the mall in Greerton, next town over. It's
real quiet around here."

"Sounds that way."

"During the summer, there are carnivals all around at the
different towns. Ours is always the best though. Most of us
travel around to the other carnivals after this one is over, at
least on the weekends. The county fair is a big event, too, but
for serious entertainment you have to leave the area and head
over to the bigger cities."

"I didn't realize it was a competition. I hope we're up to it.
You've kind of put the pressure on us."

"It's not really that bad, but it's close." Her green eyes were
soft liquid seas I wanted to dive into. "I've got no complaint
so far."

Where was this going? There was no guile in her statements. The
signs were there that she was attracted to me. Ordinarily that
would be enough to have me salivating at the thought of having
her. But talking to her for the brief time we had together I was
impressed as much with her personality and wit as with her body.
This was crazy. I needed only to look at her to see what was
wrong. Despite what you may think about carnies, some of us do
have morals.

Martha spelled me again and Val and I went to get a drink. I
bought us a couple of colas and we strolled side by side through
the crowds, sipping at our drinks and talking about the
different vendors and rides. Val guided me across the stream to
a section of the park behind the band shell. There were benches
here and we sat on one, turned slightly to each other to talk.

This section of the park had a lot of playground equipment in
it. The benches had probably been put here for parents to sit on
while they watched their kids play. With all of the excitement
in the other area of the park, where we were was pretty much
abandoned. Occasionally someone would pass by, but there wasn't
a lot of traffic.

I could stare into her eyes forever. We just sat there, looking
at each other. Val put her hand over mine where it rested on my
knee. The electricity flowed between us while time seemed to
stand still. Her eyes looked deeply into mine, delved into my
soul. There was a hint of a smile on her face, as if she was
pleased with what she found there. I was powerless to move as
her lips parted and brushed against mine, only a whisper of
contact. She stared at me appraising my reaction. I felt as if I
had been run over by a truck. I finally remembered to breathe.

Val backed off to give me a chance to recover, then she scooted
closer to me and our lips met again. Her kisses were soft as a
feather, but packed with the power of a roundhouse to the gut.
Her tongue rubbed against my lip and my mouth parted without
even thinking. The tip of her tongue traced my lips, rubbed
against my teeth. My hand came up to cup a breast, then with a
sudden clarity I remembered we were exposed and I continued
onward, letting my fingers comb into her glorious red mane. Val
mewled into my mouth, her tongue abandoned my teeth and went
deeper, finding my tongue and teasing it into action. I have no
idea how long we kissed, it might have been days, more likely it
was seconds. When Val pulled away we both gasped for air. She
studied me with a self-satisfied smile on her face.

I was dazed and confused by the feelings she could arouse within
me. I wanted to kiss her again, to press my lips against her
full lips and feel the rapture of heaven in her arms. My mind
cleared slightly with each panting breath and in a few moments I
was capable of rational thought yet again. "How old are you?" I
asked softly.

"Eighteen," she replied. I arched my eyebrow, questioning her
wordlessly. She captured her bottom lip beneath her perfect
white teeth, a look both pensive and sexy beyond description. I
waited on her. "All right, I'm seventeen, but I'll be eighteen
soon," she blurted out.

"How soon?"

"In February," she whispered, hanging her head.

I captured her chin in my hand and lifted it until she was
looking me in the eye. I leaned forward and kissed her softly.
My questioning had taken the passion out of her kiss, but it was
sweet just the same. "I need to get back to work," I told her.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Why should I be mad at you?"

"I lied about my age."

"There was no harm done. I have nothing to be mad about." I
stood up and helped Val to her feet. "I do need to get back to
work though."

"I need to find my friends and go home, too. Can I see you
tomorrow?"

"I'll be here, you know where to find me."

"Yeah, I guess I do."

I went back to the Ferris wheel. Martha gave me a dirty look.
"That was more than twenty minutes." I looked at my watch, it
had been closer to thirty.

"I'm sorry, you can skip my first break tomorrow."

"How old is she?"

"Seventeen."

"Christ, Greg, you don't need to mess with that. You always have
women after you, you don't need to add the law too." She shook
her head as she left.

I robotically worked the ride for the remainder of the evening.
I thought about Val, about the trouble I could bring down on us
if we went any further. I didn't come up with any answers. We
shut the rides down at eleven-thirty. The town fathers wanted
everything locked up tight by midnight. I talked with Jimmy and
Darren while we counted our tickets and filled in the forms. I
turned them in to the office and went to the rig to sleep.

Thoughts of Val conspired to keep me from falling asleep, and I
tossed and turned for hours. Finally I gave in and took myself
in hand. I pictured her, the sunlight playing across her red
hair, the fullness of her lips, and the perfection of her body.
My mind recalled the power of her kiss, my lips recalled the
softness of hers. I came picturing a perfect breast capped with
a dusty-pink nipple. I cleaned up and sleep finally claimed me.

Val didn't show up the next day until later in the evening. It
worked out well since I had to forego my early break. She
bounded over to me, blue shorts and a pink tube top leaving
wonderful expanses of skin naked to my gaze. She greeted me
shyly, not certain where she stood after our talk last evening.
To tell the truth, I was uncertain as well. My body wanted her,
physical reactions to her made that clear to me. My mind was
troubled by her age, by the complications that age could cause
for me and for her.

I operated the ride and talked casually as if nothing unusual
was going on inside me. I could see her nervousness leaving her.
Martha came over to relieve me and glared when she saw Val. I
turned the ride over to her and went with Val to grab a cola.
She took hold of my hand as we strolled the carnival grounds.

"You think I'm too young, don't you?"

I stopped, startled by her question. "Where did that come from?"
I asked.

"I saw it last night when you asked how old I was. What
difference does nine months make anyway?"

"None and a lot. It depends on your point of view. Look, nine
months isn't going to change your outlook on life or how you
want to live it, but it does change how the world looks at you
and me."

"How do you look at it?"

"I can't deny I'm attracted to you. You're simply gorgeous. Any
man would be."

"But..."

"But your age is a factor, and one I can't ignore."

"What if I told you I wasn't a virgin?"

"I would wonder what sort of fool would have let you go. Val,
you don't want to get mixed up with me. I'm here for only a few
more days, then I'm back on the road to somewhere else. The next
town I stop in will have other women, some who might be
attracted to me. Do you really want to give yourself to some guy
who travels from town to town and takes advantage of women who
come his way?"

"You're not like that," she said vehemently.

"Yeah, I am. It's exactly what I do, what I have done. It's one
of the reasons I like this job. I roam around, have great no-
strings sex, then move on before things get complicated. That's
not the sort of man you want."

"How do you know what I want?"

"I don't, but do you?"

She captured her lip underneath her top teeth again. Jesus, but
I wanted her. I would give my right nut to have her under me,
doing that while we made love. It was just my luck to want
something I couldn't have.

"I thought I did," she said after a few moments.

"Maybe you need to think about it some more. I have to get back,
my break is about up."

"Okay, I need to go home soon anyway. Tell me something."

"What?"

"If I decide I want you, what then?"

"I don't know, Val, I just don't know," I said shaking my head.
She squeezed my hand, then let it drop. I went back to work.

"Where's the teeny-bopper?" Martha asked when I returned.

"She had to go home."

"Oh, was her curfew up?" she asked with a malicious grin.

"Give it a rest, Martha."

"I will when you will," she replied and headed over toward
Jimmy.

I ran the ride for the rest of the evening. I flirted with some
of the women milling around the wheel, trying to forget about
Val. My heart wasn't really in it and I came up empty. I
borrowed the Company pickup truck after I completed the
paperwork and went to the convenience store. I came back to the
park with a couple of six-packs that Jimmy and I managed to
polish off in no time. I was sure Martha had told him by now
about Val, but he didn't let on. There were no secrets among our
crew.

I felt a slight buzz from the beer, but it did nothing to help
me think. What did I want? I wanted Val and I wanted to stay out
of jail. The two were mutually exclusive. I couldn't have one
without risking the other. I wondered if it was the same for her
as it was for me? Did she realize that after I had her there
would be others? That whatever we had together for a few days
would be gone the moment my truck hit the interstate? Something
told me it wasn't like that for her. She wouldn't understand
that it had to be that way. I wouldn't open my heart to her. I
couldn't. She's a woman you could love, my mind played back to
me. No! It was sex, nothing more, always would be. I was never
going to fall in love again. Never say never, my mind chimed in.
I groaned and drained the rest of my beer, crushing the can
after I finished.

I climbed into the sleeper. Again I couldn't sleep. Val, sexy
and innocent, haunted me until I capitulated and took myself in
hand yet again.

The next night Val didn't show up and I worried about her. I
found myself looking for her in the sea of faces that milled
about my ride. On my breaks I walked through the carnival,
searching for her familiar red hair. By the time we closed up
for the evening, I had convinced myself that she realized it
would be a mistake to get involved with me. I was able to relax
with my friends and I fell asleep easily when I went to bed.

She wasn't there the next night either. I fell back into my
normal behavior and before the night was over I had a raven-
haired beauty hanging about who made it clear she was interested
in me. I rushed to complete my paperwork and brought her to my
truck. We undressed in the sleeper, neither wanting to be
bothered with formalities. She had a toned body, tanned and
lithe. My hands eagerly cupped her breasts, my fingers gently
teasing her nipples.

Her hand sought my cock and softly stroked it. I bent my head to
her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth, tonguing it with
abandon. My hand slid downward finding her hot and wet. I cupped
her mound in my palm and slid my fingers, wet with her juices,
through her lips to find her hard, engorged clit. She arched
into me and her teeth clamped into my shoulder. She seemed to
like it rough. My fingers plunged inside her tunnel and her
teeth bit so hard I could have sworn she drew blood. I clamped
my teeth to her nipple while my fingers jabbed back and forth
inside her, my thumb worrying her clit from side to side. Her
teeth released, and she let out a soft moan, her body trembling
against me.

"Fuck me! I need you in me," she panted. I grabbed a condom from
a nearby drawer, rolled it onto my cock, and placed it against
her pussy. She arched her hips upward, sinking the head inside
her. I thrust into her, burying it the rest of the way. "Yes,
harder, she moaned. She wanted it fast and I gave her what I
had, my hips rising and falling rapidly between her legs. Her
hands cupped the cheeks of my ass and pulled me violently inside
her with each stroke. We were beyond intelligible speech,
grunting and moaning, the wet slap of our groins the only other
sounds in the sleeper. A sharp nail scratched across my anus and
I slammed into her violently, hard enough to cause pain for both
of us. I could feel her trembling under me and knew she was
close. As I rose to thrust inside her again she slid her nail
inside me. I slammed back into her as she erupted, moaning and
writhing as I poured my seed into the condom. We lay there
sweaty and sated as our ardor cooled. A few minutes later, she
thanked me for a good time and began to dress. I helped her out
of the truck and she went on her way. No-strings sex. It was as
good as it gets.

Val appeared the next night. I felt a little guilty over what
had transpired the night before. Val affected me in ways I
wasn't looking for. We talked until my first break, then grabbed
a cola and walked. "Show me your truck," she asked, and I guided
her toward the parking lot.

"This is it," I announced.

"It's pretty," she said taking in the paint job.

I had nothing else to spend my money on, so in a fit of fiscal
irresponsibility I had gotten the sleeper painted midnight blue
with a scene of the moon shining down on a quiet lake. A deer
was drinking at the lake, and ducks and geese floated on it.

"Is that someplace special to you?" she asked pointing at the
lake.

"No, I just thought it was pretty. I picked it out of a book."
But it reminded me of something, of a place I was running from.

"It's beautiful, it looks so peaceful. I'd love to just sit on
the bank and watch the moonlight reflected on the water."

"Those were my thoughts when I picked it out." Looking at it
with Val took me back. In my mind it wasn't Melody with me now,
it was Val, and when I told her I loved her, she laughed and
told me she loved me too. I closed my eyes and drove the
thoughts out of my head.

"Can I see inside it? I've never seen the inside of a truck
before."

I patted my pockets for the keys and realized I had left them
back at the wheel. Oh well, I had a spare hidden behind the
saddle tank. I pulled it out from the magnetic container and
unlocked the door. "It's pretty hot in there," I said.

"I don't mind. I want to see it."

I helped her up into the cab. The heat had an immediate effect
and I could see beads of sweat form on her brow.

"Explain this stuff to me," she asked. I stood on the top step
and pointed out each lever and switch explaining what they did.
She seemed fascinated by it all. She looked around the cab and
noted the curtain. "What's behind that?"

"That's the sleeper. It's where I sleep and live when I'm in the
truck."

"Can I look in it?"

"Sure, why not?"

Fortunately I keep the truck tidy, so the bed was made and there
was no evidence of last night's activities. She crawled into the
back and I hopped into the seat. "My goodness, it's like a home
in here. You have a TV and a refrigerator. The bed's huge,
bigger than it looks like it would be from the outside."

"Yep, all the comforts of home. Of course it is my home." Her
reaction wasn't unusual. It is surprising how big some of the
sleepers can be.

"You live here?" she asked in surprise.

"Pretty much. Sometimes I rent a room, especially if we're off
for a few weeks, but most of the time I live in here."

"Doesn't it drive you crazy to live in something so small?"

"Just a minute ago you said it was big," I laughed. "You have to
remember that I spend little time in here. I'm mainly outside
working, or driving somewhere. I really only use it to sleep."

"But you aren't working all the time."

"Yeah, I am. In the morning I do whatever needs fixing on the
ride. My only free time really is the afternoon. I usually spend
it with my friends, sitting around and talking."

"You aren't making it sound very fun."

"It is fun for me, but it's definitely different. It's not
everyone's cup of tea. I need to get back to the ride. Are you
finished looking around?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

I got out of the truck and helped her down. I locked it back up
and returned the key to its hiding place. Val walked back with
me. Martha glared at us both, then left in a huff.

"I don't think she likes me."

"No, that's just Martha. She worries about me."

"Does she love you?"

"No more than anyone else. She can see you're too young and
doesn't want me to get in trouble."

"Why does everyone think I'm going to cause trouble?"

"It doesn't have to be you. Your friends could tell someone, or
some guy secretly pining for you could do the same. In the end
it boils down to whether you're of age. You aren't and that
would be all anyone needs to cause a problem."

We talked for a while longer while I operated the ride then she
went home. That was the last I saw of Val for the remainder of
the carnival. We tore down after the last night and got
everything packed up to leave. I came back to the rig exhausted,
ready to sleep. I climbed into the cab and as I poked my head
into the sleeper discovered Val lying on her side completely
nude. The soft glow of the cabin lights highlighted the curves
of her body. The nipples I had fantasized about stood out from
her breasts in arousal. She was breathtaking in her beauty.
"Jesus!" I exhaled in a whoosh of breath.

Val laughed, a deep throaty laugh that oozed sex. She held out
her arms to me. "Make love to me."

I wanted to. My body fought with my mind for what seemed like
hours as I knelt frozen, half in the sleeper and half out of it.
I did nothing but stare at the perfection of her body as the
battle was fought. The visual stimulation alone was overpowering
and I was about to give in. Her face fell and she started to
cry. "I shouldn't have come," she sobbed. "You don't want me, do
you?"

Oh I wanted her, in a thousand different ways, in every position
I could imagine, some of which I was sure were impossible to
achieve. I wanted to feel the softness of her body against mine,
and to taste her lips. I wanted to drink from her, love her,
hold her, and comfort her. I wanted it all, every last drop. It
was there for the taking, easily within reach. But somehow my
mind won out and held me back long enough for her to collapse
weeping on my bed.

I retreated to the safety of the driver's seat when what I
really wanted was to hold her in my arms and wipe the tears
away. I spoke to the windshield. "Val, I want you more than you
could possibly know, but I can't have you. You need to get
dressed. You deserve someone better than me, someone who would
be there for you. Not some clown who doesn't even have a home."

"I don't want someone like that, I want you," she sobbed. "Do
you have any idea how hard it was to get my courage up to do
this? I want you to make love to me, to take me with you. I want
to be with you. I want to love you."

This was getting out of hand. "How can you love me when we've
only known each other for a few days?"

"I don't know, but I do. I guess the joke's on me. You don't
love me, do you?"

"It doesn't just happen like that," I said snapping my fingers.
"You have to know a person inside and out, to know you love
them. I care about you, but I don't love you. Even if I did, we
couldn't do this. The law..."

"I don't give a damn about the law, and if you loved me you
wouldn't either," she snapped. "You're just using it as an
excuse to send me away. You never had any feelings for me. I was
just some teenager you could string along and laugh about after
it was over, wasn't I?"

"No!"

"Then why are you doing this?" she asked quietly, her head
poking out of the curtain. I could see the curtain shimmer as
she got her clothes back on.

"Because it is the only thing I can do. If I took you with me,
I'd be arrested in days. I know you don't want to hear about the
law, but that's what would happen. The law says you can't make
that decision yet. It's not yours to make until you're
eighteen."

"I wish I was."

"So do I." I opened the door and got out of the truck, helping
Val down beside me. I wiped away the tears from her cheeks. "I'm
sorry."

"Yeah," she said and then ran away. I watched Val's retreating
form as she ran from the park.

I climbed back into the cab and got into bed. I could smell her
on my sheets, I saw her every time I closed my eyes. Whatever I
felt for her couldn't be love, could it? This wasn't what I had
bargained for. Love had never been part of the equation. Sex
with a willing partner was all it was supposed to be, not love.
My arguments rang hollow to my ears. I had met a lot of women in
my travels but none had the effect on me that Val had. I tossed,
unable to sleep, while the woman-child haunted me.

We pulled out before dawn broke and drove towards the next town.
Visions of Val accompanied me all along the way. Our words kept
playing through my brain. Love. I had no room for it, wasn't
prepared to deal with it. Love wasn't part of my makeup. Love
was a four-letter word I had no use for.

She haunted my dreams in the next town and I found myself unable
to casually resume my normal behavior. Jimmy and Martha both
commented on it, scratching at the wound. My short-tempered
answers gave them pause, and they stopped joking about it.

We moved on to the next town, and visions of Val came less
often. She still sneaked into my dreams, but it happened less
and less. By the time we moved on to the fourth town I could put
Val to the back of my mind and get on with my life. Or so I
thought. The first woman I took to my bed was a redhead and as I
made love to her, I made love to Val. My eyes were closed
imagining Val under me, imagining the taste and smell of her
while I made love to another. It got easier with each encounter
and soon I no longer imagined her. It hadn't been love. Love
wouldn't have faded that quickly, would it?

 From town to town we bounced around the country. I lost myself
countless times with women interested only in no-strings sex.
Val intruded occasionally, usually when I was alone. After a
while she didn't enter my thoughts at all, and I was free.

I hadn't thought of her in months, but as I approached the exit
for Finialsburg it all came back to me. She would be here. I
hoped she had found someone to love, and I envied the man who
had captured her heart. We pulled into the park a little past
midnight. Exhausted, I parked the truck and climbed into the
sleeper. Soon I was asleep.

*****************************

She came to me in my dreams. I felt the soft curves of her body
against mine, her hands softly stroking me. She held me tight,
whispered my name in my ear, kissed my cheek. Her mouth slid
onto mine and kissed my lips. I wept at the sweetness of the
kiss. I loved her, it was clear to me now.

"Shhh, baby, there's no reason to cry," she said to me.

In my dream I reached out to her and wrapped her in my arms. Her
warmth enveloped me. "I love you, Greg," she said, kissing me
softly. The dream evaporated and I awakened to find two sea-
green eyes staring into mine. They were full of love. I clung to
her desperately, afraid she was a figment of my imagination, but
she was real and warm against me.

"I love you," I whispered into her shoulder. "I thought I'd lost
you."

"You might, if you don't share your covers. I'm cold."

I wrapped the covers around her and pulled her against me.
Reveling in the softness of her body against mine, I said, "I
love you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Yes."

"That's good to know. Prove it."

Gentle hands explored my body while I explored hers. In my mind
I had touched her countless times, but dreams are a pale
substitute for the real thing. I kissed her repeatedly, unable
to tear my mouth away from the sweetness of her lips. My body
was on fire with need and desire for her and I fought the urge
to take her quickly so I could love her. I kissed across her
chin, through the hollow of her neck while my fingers combed
through her lustrous red hair.

My hands cupped her perfect breasts and fingers teased at her
nipples, hardening at my touch. Val purred contentedly in
response to my ministrations. "I love you," I whispered as my
mouth descended to her breast and sucked her dusty-pink nipple
into my mouth. She held me to her breast, fingers combing
through my hair. My hand slid downward across her flank and
between her legs to find her wet and ready. She shuddered
against me as my fingers slid between her lips. Her nails dug
into my arm.

"Please. I want you in me when I come. Make love to me." I
rolled on top of her, there was no hesitation this time. Her
hand grabbed me and guided me into her. "Love me," she moaned as
I slid into her depths. She was silky soft and fiery hot. I
prayed I would last long enough to grant her wish. She shuddered
and sighed beneath me, soft hands caressed my back and urged me
onward. She captured her bottom lip beneath her perfect white
teeth and I was lost. I gave her all I had and fought to give
her more. She shook under me, her hips rose to meet mine,
grinding against me. She let out a soft whine, then pulled me
tight against her, and her tongue invaded my mouth while she
shook and convulsed under me. I answered her orgasm with my own.

"I love you," I gasped when her tongue left my mouth. She
laughed under me, shaking and squeezing me at the same time.

"You can stop when you get to three million or so."

We fell asleep to soft whispers and gentle caresses. The alarm
clock woke us and we both groaned at its chiding noise. In the
soft morning light Val was more beautiful than I remembered, her
hair splayed wildly on the pillow. I bent over and kissed her
lips. Her arm wrapped around my head and pulled me harder into
the kiss. Our tongues touched for a brief moment then she let
go. "Morning," she murmured to me.

"I love you."

She laughed. "Keep going you might get there by the time you're
sixty."

"I need to go to work."

"Can I help?"

"It's not easy work."

"That's okay, I need to learn."

We dressed. Both of us laughed when we caught each other
watching the other. Jimmy had gotten coffee for me and I shared
it with Val. I introduced her to everyone who was up and around.
We hung around until Conway gave his speech on setup and what to
expect.

Val turned out to be more help than I expected. She had a
strength that belied the sexiness of her body. I also had more
help from the crew than normal, a result, I'm sure of having a
beautiful assistant. We had things set up in ample time before
the inspector's arrival. Val rode with me in the truck while we
went to the convenience store to fuel up and get supplies.

"Where do we go from here?" I asked nervously.

"I love you. I go where you go."

"Are you sure? This isn't some grand adventure. It's hard work.
Have you really thought this out?"

She gave me an exasperated look. "For a year I've done nothing
but think about this. There are thousands of reasons not to do
it, and only one to. But the one that matters is being with you.
When you leave, I want to go with you."

"What happens when you get tired of it?"

"I don't know if I will, but if it happens we'll deal with it."

"What about your parents, your family?"

"I'm eighteen, I can do what I want. I've told them I want to be
with you."

"I forgot to ask, how did you get in my truck?"

"I saw where you hid your key, don't you remember?"

"Oh, yeah. You've been planning this for a year? What if I
didn't want you? What if I didn't love you?"

"I never gave it a thought. I just assumed you would. You did."

"Pretty big assumptions."

"I guess, but they worked out. It'll work out, you'll see," she
smiled at me sweetly.

We came back to the park and went through the inspection without
any problems. Darren got nailed for some minor infractions and
his ride would be closed for a day until he got the parts needed
to fix it. He grumbled and groaned about his misfortune.

Val and I went to dinner in a restaurant in town. It was a
little hole in the wall that seated maybe thirty people, tops.
The food was plain but good. The company was even better. We
talked about the carnival and what she could expect, then we
walked back to the park.

"You'll need to pack up the clothes you want to bring. Nothing
fancy, mostly stuff for warm weather, but you'll need a light
jacket sometimes."

"Already packed and waiting."

"Seems you thought of everything."

"As much as I could. What do you think, is it what you want?"

"I want you."

"That can be arranged," she laughed.

We arrived back at the park and mingled with the crew for a
while. Martha took me aside. "At least now she's legal," she
said sarcastically.

"Get used to her, Martha. She's coming with us."

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

"You're a fool."

"I was, not any longer."

We said our goodnights to everyone, then headed eagerly to bed.
Watching Val disrobe in the close confines of the sleeper was a
treat. Arousal grew within me with each inch of flesh exposed.
She smiled sexily at me when she reached for the clasp of her
bra and was delighted with my gasp when she let it drop away. I
had seen her breasts before, it was true, but each time was a
wonder that could take my breath away.

"It's your turn now," she said, eyeing my hungrily.

I quickly pulled my shirt over my head, unfastened the buckle of
my belt, and undid my jeans. I skimmed my pants and underwear
off my hips, and my erection sprang free. I kicked my pants off
and lay beside her while she rolled onto her back and hooked her
thumbs in her panties. "No, let me," I offered. She raised her
hips off the bed and I slid them downwards, exposing the wild
tangle of strawberry curls that guarded her inner treasures. I
caught the earthy scent of her arousal and was captivated by it.
I slid her panties off her legs and tossed them to the corner.

I crawled up her body and lay beside her on the bed. My hand
caressed her cheek while I stared into her sea-green eyes
glimmering with lust and love. I bent my head and pressed my
lips to hers. Lips and tongues sought to devour each other. The
temperature inside the sleeper quickly rose to boiling and sweat
broke out on both of us. Val's hand snaked under my arm and
began stroking my back while my fingers combed through the wild
mane of her hair. We broke apart and gasped for air. I planted
soft kisses on her nose, across her cheeks. I wanted to lick and
taste every part of her.

My teeth nibbled at the soft curve of her jaw and slid upwards
to nibble at her lips again. Val's nails scratched lightly at my
back, sending tingles throughout my body. My hand abandoned her
hair and cupped her breast. Val moaned approval into my mouth. I
kissed her cheek, through the hollow of her throat, then
downward over her freckle-dusted chest until I came to the
mountainous swell of her breast. Val's hand pulled at my head,
coaxing me toward her nipple.

I would get there in my own sweet time, but I wanted to savor
her as long as possible. I nipped and licked around her breast
gradually working toward the center. Val's hand was insistent,
pulling me constantly to her pink-dusted peak. "Kiss them," she
begged softly. My tongue traced upward and wrapped around the
nipple as I sucked it into my mouth. She let out a soft sigh of
pleasure, then a gasp as I tweaked its twin with my fingers. I
suckled at one, while I teased the other. Val's hips rocked from
side to side beside me.

I abandoned her breast to groans of displeasure and kissed my
way across her flat stomach while I slid down her body. Her legs
parted as I kissed though the tangle of her pubic hair. Her
scent was heady and overpowering. I longed to taste her
sweetness as I slid my shoulders under her legs and brought my
mouth to her sex. My tongue teased at her folds, collecting the
moisture that had escaped from inside her and savoring her
taste. Val's hands pulled me to her center and my tongue traced
her folds rapidly, coaxing them open so it could delve inside.
She gasped and arched her hips against my face when my tongue
found her clit. I licked around it, made contact teasingly while
her hips moved to keep me where she wanted me. I lapped at her,
enjoying her moans and whimpers. Her body trembled against my
face, her legs clasped and unclasped against my cheeks. I
brought a finger to her hole and slid it slowly inside her, her
hips rose and danced against my face, her fingers fisted my hair
and pulled me tightly against her. Then she arched and
convulsed, quivering and moaning against me and falling back
weakly to the bed.

I started in again, unwilling to settle for just one. She tried
to push me away at first but I was relentless, stabbing and
sucking at her center until her panting told me she was rising
again. I slid a second finger inside with the first and hooked
them inside her searching for a spot that would increase her
pleasure. I found it when she let out a gasp of approval, and my
fingers stroked at it while I tongued her clit. She rose quickly
now, gasping and panting with each stroke of my tongue until she
erupted under me and thrashed wildly through her orgasm. I slid
upward and lay beside her, softly stroking her stomach while she
came back to earth. I watched the softness of her eyes harden as
she caught her breath. She pushed against me violently and I
fell over onto my back. Val pounced on top of me, her lips
slamming against mine and her tongue raping my mouth.

Her hand found my cock, and guided it to her opening, sliding
the head just inside. "Val, you're not protected," I gasped
breaking the kiss.

"I'm on the pill," she smiled and slid back, sinking me into her
fiery moistness. She rode my hips, thrusting me rapidly in and
out of her hole. My hands cupped her breasts and squeezed the
soft flesh, fingers tweaked at her nipples. She ground against
me, groaned above me, her eyes were glazed with pleasure. She
gasped and collapsed, trembling upon my chest. I rolled her over
onto her back and took over, thrusting powerfully inside her,
while she lay weak and panting under me. She captured her bottom
lip beneath her teeth, the sight powerful and erotic to my eyes.
I shook and plunged into her spilling my seed inside her. I slid
out and lay beside her, my body pressed tightly against her as I
pulled the covers over us and left the tingles and tremors shake
us to sleep.

We behaved like newlyweds for the rest of the week, and in a way
I guess we were. No clergy married us, there was no vow other
than our solemn promises to love each other spoken nightly in
our bed. Val introduced me to her parents as the man she loved.
Animosity smoldered beneath the surface but they tried to be
nice and I guess that was something.

Friday evening Val met up with some of her friends and they went
off to enjoy the rest of the carnival. I was working the wheel
alone when the raven-haired beauty from last year approached. We
started chatting and I was flirting innocently. She made it
clear she was up for a return engagement. I was about to thank
her for her interest and turn her down when Val arrived. The
wild look in her eye was unfamiliar to me. She positioned
herself between the black-haired woman and me. "Back off, he's
mine," Val said threateningly.

I could see both of their claws coming out. "Maybe, but I've had
him too," raven-hair said. Val glared at me with a mixture of
pain and anger in her eyes. Raven-hair looked at me. "I didn't
think someone with your skills would be desperate enough to raid
the local high school. You should have looked for me, I'd be
more than happy to repeat last year." Val looked at me again and
received confirmation from the guilty expression on my face.

I jumped in trying to end this before more hurtful words were
exchanged. "I appreciate the offer, but Val and I are together
now."

Raven-hair sneered contemptuously, "If Barbie-doll here is what
you want, more power to you. He's really not that great in the
sack, but if you stick a finger up his ass he gets better," she
hissed toward Val, then with a toss of her hair, strode away.

"Val..."

She held up her hand cutting me off before I could get started.
"No. Is what she said true?" she asked sobbing. "Did you do her
last year?"

"Yes, but..." But I was talking to Val's retreating back as she
ran from the wheel. I saw Martha on her way to relieve Jimmy. I
shouted at her to get her attention and she came over. "Relieve
me, I need to go find Val."

Martha noticed the expression on my face. "Oh, trouble in
paradise?"

"If you weren't so fucking bitchy all the time, maybe someone
would fall in love with you. Did you ever think of that?" I said
as I handed over the ride and ran off after Val. I lost her in
the sea of people. I made two circuits of the carnival and was
about to give up when I saw someone sitting on a bench in the
abandoned section of the park. I walked that way, hoping it was
Val.

As I approached, the sobbing told me I'd found her. I walked
over until I stood in front of her. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry. Jesus, last year I was throwing myself at you and
meanwhile you were screwing that, that tramp."

"It wasn't like that, and I never lied to you about doing those
things."

"No, you didn't, but I didn't believe you. And what do you mean
it wasn't like that? Just what was it like?"

"You weren't around and even if you had been we couldn't have
done anything. I didn't love you then. She was just someone I
had a good time with. I don't even know her name."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better? How many others are
there?"

"A lot."

"A lot. So many you can't even remember how many there were.
What am I supposed to do, Greg? What would have happened if I
hadn't been there? What will happen if I'm not around the next
time?"

"Nothing, I don't want any of the others. I love you now."

"Now. And what about next week or the week after that?"

"I don't see my feelings changing."

"Feelings change all the time, Greg. Right now, I'm not so sure
about mine for you. I thought I knew you."

"Val, don't do this. I never lied to you about what I was, never
tried to conceal anything."

"Maybe not, but I need time to think about this. I'm going home
tonight to think, I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

"When?"

"Sometime, I don't know when."

"We're tearing down tomorrow night. We'll be pulling out at
daybreak."

"I know. I'll decide before then."

"Please. I love you, don't throw it away."

"It's a two-way street, Greg. It doesn't work if we don't both
feel that way." She got up. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said
and walked away.

I walked back to the wheel, dazed and hurt. It seemed I hadn't
learned anything from my first aborted attempt at love. When I
got there Martha started to say something, then thought better
of it. She rushed off toward Jimmy's ride. I worked and thought,
wondered and worried, until it was time to shut down the ride
for the evening. I completed my paperwork then walked
lethargically to my truck. I lay in the sleeper, unable to
sleep, while I searched my mind for some plan or idea that I
could use to make Val understand that my past was behind me and
my future was with her. I fell asleep without a solution to my
problem.

I watched for Val all the next day. She didn't appear in the
afternoon when I expected her. She hadn't shown when we opened
the rides for the last time. She wasn't there when we shut down
the rides and began the teardown. By 2AM I was packed and
loaded. I climbed into the truck hoping that Val had somehow
sneaked into it. She wasn't there and I had my answer. She
wasn't going to show, she didn't love me.

I hurt worse than I ever had, even after Melody. This wasn't
some bitch using me to get back at her father. This was a woman
who had loved me until she found out what I was like. There is
no such thing as no-strings sex. There are always consequences
to our actions. Mine had cost me love. I left the door unlocked
in a last vain hope that Val would come back. I fell asleep
later knowing she wouldn't.

The alarm sounded just before daybreak and I, along with the
rest of the crew, got moving, making final preparations for
getting on the road. I climbed back into the cab and followed
the rest of the trucks as we filed out of the Finialsburg park.

She was sitting on her suitcase across from the park entrance.
For a second I thought I was hallucinating then I realized it
was really her. I pulled out of the entrance and onto the
shoulder in front of her as the rest of the trucks rumbled by. I
jumped from the truck and hurriedly walked over to Val. "Are you
sure," I asked.

"I'm sure that I don't want to throw it away without at least
trying," she replied. "That will have to do for now."

I nodded. "You won't have cause to doubt me, Val. I won't want
anyone else but you. I love you."

"You keep saying it, and you better always remember it."

"I will." She handed me her suitcase and we walked to the truck.
I shoved it behind her seat and helped Val into the truck, then
we pulled away from the curb and joined the rest of the trucks,
leaving Finialsburg behind us.


End

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