Chapter Five

   Their laundry was done, and they were well fed.  Now, in the motel room,
at only eight-thirty, neither was really sleepy.  Jennifer turned on the TV
and started channel surfing.

   As happens more often than many would like to admit, Jennifer stopped on
a channel only long enough to determine what kind of show was airing.  Bob
saw three or four programs he would have liked to investigate further, but
had no chance to as the screen changed.

   There were sixty-nine channels.

   When she started through them again, and she landed on the Discovery
Channel, Bob said, "Hold it there." She did, leaving it there for maybe
thirty seconds.

   "It's D-d-discovery," she said, and then pushed the button.

   "Why do women do that?" complained Bob.  "That looked interesting."

   "'C-c-cause there m-m-might be s-s-something b-b-better on," she said.

   "How will you know?" asked Bob.  "You never stop long enough to actually
find out what a show is about."

   She ignored him.  He lay back on the bed and covered his eyes with one
arm.  The static of the changing sounds was a cadence in his ears, until
suddenly there was silence.

   "Not going to watch anything?" he asked, his eyes still covered.

   "Wh-wh-what d-d-do you th-th-think this m-m-might b-b-be about?" she
stuttered.

   He uncovered his eyes and lifted his head.  The screen was a blue pay
per view screen with the words "Bambi Bangs Baltimore" on it.

   "You don't want to see that," he said.

   "Wh-wh-why not?" she asked.

   "It's porn, that's why."

   "S-s-so?"

   Bob snorted.  "Look, Princess, I'm in enough trouble already if your
father finds out I brought you on the Babe Bike and talked to you about
sexual feelings.  If I let you watch porn he'll kill me for sure.  And
that's only if your mother doesn't get to me first."

   "B-b-babe b-b-bike?"

   He groaned.  That part wasn't supposed to come out.  Not ever, if
possible.

   "It's just what I call that bike," he tried.

   "S-s-so why w-w-would Daddy b-b-be m-m-mad about th-th-that?" she asked.

   "Never mind," said Bob.  "No porn.  Got it?"

   "N-N-NOT FAIR!" she wailed.  "Y-y-you're t-t-treating m-m-me like a
b-b-baby!"

   "No I'm not," said Bob.  "We already had this conversation.  You're all
grown up.  You're feeling grown up stuff, but it's all new and confusing.
The last thing you need is to see something inflammatory like porn.  It
would probably scare you to death!"

   "W-w-would n-n-not!" she pouted.  It was ruined by the stammer, but Bob
didn't laugh.  He also didn't point out that she sounded like a ten year
old.

   "Do you love me?" he asked.  She didn't seem to want to answer, so he
asked her another question that she might.  "Do you TRUST me?"

   She nodded twice.

   "Then take my word for it, sweetie.  That movie is not something you'd
enjoy.  Maybe in a couple of years you might, but not now.  Not as you're
finding out the first little bits of what sex feels like.  OK?"

   She sniffed, but then clicked away from the pay per view channel.  She
finally settled on an old movie in black and white which Bob wasn't really
interested in.  He put a pillow under his head and then used his old SEAL
training to clear his mind and find sleep.  = Bob woke to the soft sound of
rhythmic whining.  He recognized it instantly as the sound of a woman
having a theatrical orgasm.  It had that fake sound to it that was too
regular and too repetitive, used the world over by actresses in the porn
industry.

   He opened his eyes to a blue-white flickering light that told him the
sound was coming from the TV.  The volume had been reduced to almost
nothing.  Jennifer was sitting on the floor, Indian style, leaning forward,
her face only a foot from the screen.  He could only see about half of the
screen because her body blocked the rest of it.

   He saw her head turning toward him and he closed his eyes to slits.  The
rest of the screen was revealed as she turned, showing a woman on all
fours, with a man pounding into her from behind.  Her moans weren't even in
time with his thrusts.

   "Damn, Bambi, you're the best I've ever had," said a male voice
listlessly.

   "Don't stop, Mr.  Blakely," was the female reply.  "I've never done this
before, but I LIKE it!"

   Jennifer, after making sure Bob hadn't moved, turned back around and
leaned forward again, just in time to see a close-up from behind and below,
showing a mostly rigid penis sawing in and out of a possibly damp pussy. 
The balls swung with each thrust, but looked kind of wimpy in their sack,
to Bob.

   He thought about sitting up and scaring the crap out of Jennifer.  She'd
obviously decided not to obey him.  He saw her elbow move and had to lift
his head to see over the end of the bed.  Her right hand was busy inside
those gym shorts he'd bought her.

   Just then the screen started flipping back and forth between Bambi's
face, which looked like she might be on a steep first drop of a
rollercoaster ride, and Mr.  Blakely's face, which looked a little like
someone might be dribbling boiling oil all over his back.  Then the camera
went to the traditional scene of the penis being pulled from the vagina and
masturbated to completion on her back.  Jennifer leaned back, possibly in
shock, as white splatters landed all over the woman's back.  The former
"virgin" promptly reached back to smear it all over herself, as if she
instinctively knew that would feel wonderful or some such thing.

   Jennifer's hand had stopped moving when she saw cum being spurted for
the first time.  Now, as the scene changed to show Bambi sauntering up to a
storefront, she slumped.  Bob watched Jennifer watch Bambi say she was
applying for a modeling job.  Then, of course, she was introduced to the
agent, who promptly proceeded to audition her by having her suck his cock.
Bambi made the requisite complaints that she'd never done this before, and
had never heard of this being part of an audition, but then attacked the
prick hanging out of the man's pants like a pro.

   Jennifer's hand got busy again and she let out a little whimper as Bambi
deep throated the agent.  When the man started undressing both himself and
the applicant, Bob decided she'd seen enough.

   Explosively he sat up and bounced, releasing a war cry that they
probably heard two rooms over.  Jennifer actually vibrated, her whole body
shaking as if she was operating a jack hammer.  She screamed satisfyingly
loud and fell over onto her side, huddling into a fetal position.  Bob
reached past her and punched the off button on the TV set.  The room went
dark and silent, except for Jennifer's blubbering.

   "Go to bed," he said firmly.

   "I c-c-can't!" she sobbed.  "You s-s-scared m-m-me!  I p-p-peed my
p-p-pants!"

   Bob wanted to laugh, but he knew it was the wrong thing to do just then.
Maybe later, a few years from now, they could laugh about it together, but
not now.

   "Then go change them and go to bed," he said.

   "Ok-k-kay," she sniffled.

   She got up, bumped into the bed and then reached the bathroom.  She
turned on the bathroom light and used it to find the backpack.  It got dark
again when she closed the door.

   She stayed in the bathroom a long time.  Bob used the time to strip down
to his briefs and actually get into bed.  He was about to get up to go
knock when the light under the door went out and he heard it open.  He
heard the backpack thump to the floor and Jennifer pulling down the covers
of her bed.  It got quiet and he listened for her breathing, to try to
gauge her emotional state.

   "D-d-do y-y-you hate m-m-me?" she asked softly.

   He didn't even pretend to have gone back to sleep.

   "Of course not," he said.

   "C-c-can I ha-a-ave a h-h-hug?"

   He thought about the fact that all he had on was underwear.

   "Not now," he said.

   She started sniffling then.  She sounded like she'd lost her last friend
in the whole world.

   "I'm not mad at you, Princess.  The reason you have to wait for the hug
is because all I have on right now is underwear," he explained.

   "I d-d-don't c-c-care," she whimpered.

   "Jennifer, I'm not mad at you, OK?"

   "P-p-please?" she moaned.

   Bob groaned.  "OK, one hug, but then you have to go right back to bed
and go to sleep."

   The covers whooshed as she threw them off and he heard her feet hit the
floor between the two beds.  He expected her to just lie down on top of the
bedspread covering him, but she got under it instead, wiggling over to lie
down on his left arm and press her body up against him.  He felt her bare
legs as they bumped up against his, and the undeniable softness and heat of
her breasts pressing into his naked side made it clear that she wasn't
wearing a bra under her T shirt.  Her right arm wiggled and forced its way
under him and she crushed herself to him.

   "I'm s-s-sorry," she whined into his chest.  Her hair tickled and he
felt her lips move against his skin as she spoke.

   "It's not that big of a deal, honey," he said, stroking her back.

   "I j-j-just w-w-wanted to s-s-see what i-i-it was l-l-like," she said,
moving her lips on his flesh again.

   "I know," he sighed.  "You're as stubborn as your mother."

   "M-m-mommy's n-n-not stub-b-born," she said.

   "Well you are."

   "I m-m-miss her." That turned into more sobs and Bob practically HAD to
hold her and comfort her.

   "You'll get to see her tomorrow," he assured her.  "You can even tell
her I said she was stubborn, OK?"

   He could actually FEEL her relax in his arms as the tension left her
body.  He let her enjoy that for a few minutes before trying to make her
get up and go back to her own bed.

   "OK," he said softly.  "Now back to bed."

   She didn't answer.  She was like a dead weight on his arm, and the arm
she had thrown over him was limp.

   "Jen?"

   No answer.

   "Jennifer?"

   He recognized the little wiggle she did, snuggling against him, as being
the product of a voice disturbing her sleep.

   He sighed.  He wondered why shit like this had to happen to him.

   He was reflecting on how good she felt in his arms as his own senses
dulled and, like the girl in those arms, he nodded off.  == Jennifer was
having a most delightful dream when it began to be pulled away from her. 
She knew she was waking up, but tried to resist, calling the dream back. 
It vanished, though, and she opened her eyes.  She was confused
immediately. One reason was because it was still dark.  Another was that
she was in bed with someone.  Who that was popped into her mind
immediately. She breathed in his scent.

   The dream she'd been having was stark in her mind.  She had been on all
fours, naked, like the woman in the Bambi movie.  There had been a man
behind her, just like in the movie, too.  But what she'd been feeling was
the seat of the motorcycle vibrating her clitty.  She knew all about
clitties now, after watching Mr...what was his name?...that man in the
movie, brushing his tongue all over Bambi's clitty.  In her dream, before
being on all fours, she had been spread wide, like Bambi, but it had been
Brad Pitt whose eyes were looking up at her as his tongue lashed her
excited bud.  That had felt like it did when her fingers mashed and pushed
the slippery little bump around.  Then he had turned her over and she'd
felt his skin push against her bottom and the vibrations had begun.

   She could tell she was damp down there, like when she rubbed.

   A groan came suddenly from the throat right beside her forehead.

   "Jennn," came moaning out of Uncle Bob's mouth.

   She lifted her head, staring at his face.  His eyes were closed.  His
head moved to one side and then back.  She could see the eyes beneath his
closed lids flickering back and forth.  From her studies she knew he was
experiencing REM sleep.  It was during REM sleep that the most vivid dreams
occurred.  Uncle Bob was dreaming.  Her heart thudded as she reflected on
how her name had come from his mouth.  Was he dreaming about her?  Heat
filled her chest as she wondered if HIS dream was anything like HER dream.

   She'd been so scared when he'd yelled like that.  He'd sounded
so...so...crazy!  And the warm flow of urine soaking her panties and shorts
had just happened!  She'd had no chance to stop it.  She knew that was her
fault.  She'd had to pee, but couldn't tear herself away from the
fascinating things she'd seen on the TV screen.

   She hadn't been able to believe that a man's penis could get that big.
And then she was astonished that it had fit so easily into Bambi's pussy.
She was aware of the mechanics of sex, of course, but she hadn't thought it
would look like that.  She'd gotten turned on and was trying to have an
orgasm so she could turn the TV off and go to the bathroom.

   Then Bob had screamed like that and scared her half to death.

   She had known he would be mad at her if he caught her.  But she hadn't
been able to resist.  And when he DID catch her, and she peed her pants
like a little girl, she had instant visions of him taking her home, instead
of on to see her parents--washing his hands of her because she couldn't be
trusted.

   The hug had healed everything.  She had been so relieved that she almost
cried again.

   She realized that she'd fallen asleep next to him, in that embrace.  He
hadn't made her get up and go back to her own bed.  His arms were still
around her.

   And he was calling her name in his sleep while he dreamed.

   She felt the insane urge to diddle her clitty.  Her heart felt like it
was going to pound a hole in her chest.  She was sure he'd wake up because
of that pounding.  He HAD to feel it in his ribs.

   He groaned again...just a noise...not a word...not her name again.  Her
hand was lying on his chest and she moved it, stroking his bare skin,
trying to soothe him in his sleep.  She became aware of her bare legs
against his.  His skin felt hot.  She suddenly remembered that, under her T
shirt, she was naked.  She hadn't put on panties after wetting her last
pair.  She hadn't planned on getting into bed with Bob.  She hadn't planned
on sleeping next to him all night.

   While she hadn't planned any of this, she realized that she loved this
feeling.  She loved being against him.  She loved smelling him.  She looked
down at his bare chest and the insane urge to lick his skin washed over her
in a wave so strong that her tongue was out and her head was dipping before
she could stop herself.  Her tongue was only a centimeter from his skin
when she forced herself to stop.  She closed her mouth and raised her head
again.

   She stared at his face.  It was slack now, the only suggestion of life
being that movement under his eyelids.  It felt like her heart was swelling
up and her lungs inflated along with it until she couldn't get any more air
in them.  She let it out slowly, thinking about how Bob had always been so
good to her.  He never made fun of her.  He was always patient with her. 
He bought her presents.  He treated her like she was all grown up.  He even
dreamed of her.

   "I love you," she whispered, so softly that even she couldn't hear it.
The concept seemed both mundane, because she had always loved him, and
astonishing, because suddenly it was a love that threatened to blast her
into little tiny bits.  Her voice when she spoke again was louder.  "I
really love you."

   She laid her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes.  She
concentrated entirely on the feeling of loving someone like she had never
loved anyone before.  This was different than the way she loved her
parents. It COMPETED with the way she loved her parents, which amazed her,
because they were the most important people in her life.  But it wasn't
disturbing that she loved Bob now just as much, if not more, than her
parents.

   It just made her feel warm and safe.

   Eventually she drifted back to sleep.

   Not once did it occur to her that in her last two whispered
sentences...she had not stuttered once.  = Morning came quietly, except for
the slam of a door as some faceless traveler left his or her room to resume
a trip interrupted by the need for rest.  Bob's consciousness recognized
the sound as it woke him.  As usual, he was almost fully alert as soon as
his brain gave up sleep, and other things registered in his mind quickly.

   He judged it to be eight or so, based on the light coming through the
cracks in the drapes covering the windows.  Those drapes were thinner than
they looked, and the room was well lit.  He was surprised he'd slept so
late.

   It was warm in the bed, warmer than usual, which was the product of
there being another body in bed with him.  He remembered falling asleep
without making Jennifer go back to her own bed and knew who he was in bed
with.  He was erect, which was normal, his prick lying stiffly on his
abdomen, the head pointed at him as if to look at him, patiently waiting
for him to notice the one-eyed stare.

   The weight resting on top of his prick was different, though.  His
senses supplied information that explained it.  Her arm was lying across
his side and hip, which meant the weight holding his penis down was being
supplied by her hand.

   He listened to her breathing and felt relief when it told him she was
still firmly asleep.  Things had been weird enough without her consciously
fondling his cock.  He was faced with a decision as to how to disarm this
little unplanned situation.  He could reach to move her hand, probably up
onto his belly, but that might wake her.  If her waking brain recognized
what was happening she would know only that his hand was moving hers. 
There was potential for misunderstanding there.

   He chose instead to just flip onto his side, toward her, which dislodged
her hand.  Then he rolled away from her and out from under the covers,
twisting to land on his feet.  His penis tried to lean forward, now held
upward by both its stiffness and his briefs.

   Jennifer, who had been lying half on top of him, now rolled awkwardly
onto her face and then woke to push herself back onto her side.  She lifted
a head crowned with mussed hair and looked around blearily.

   "Time to get up and on the road, Princess," he said in that happy, perky
morning voice that most people loath hearing so soon after waking.

   He saw her blink and then watched her eyes drop to his underwear.  He
cursed silently as she got WAY more awake VERY quickly.  He should have
taken care of things before he spoke.  It was too late now, though, so he
just hurried to the bathroom.  Then, after his bladder had been dealt with
and he was ready to go back out, he cursed again as he realized that, once
again, he hadn't brought any clothes with him into the bathroom.

   Again, there was nothing he could do about it, so he tried to pretend it
was completely normal to walk around in front of her in only his shorts and
went back out.  He came to a grinding halt almost immediately.  She had sat
up and was in the process of swinging her legs over to sit on the edge of
the bed.  One hand was on the edge of the mattress beside her.  The other
was trying to tug the bottom of the T shirt she was wearing out from under
her butt and back down to cover one of the prettiest pussies Bob had ever
laid eyes on.

   Before, when he'd had one quick glimpse of matted white hair, both of
them had realized she was exposed.  Both had reacted and it had been over
quickly.  Now, though, she was looking down, unaware either that he had
entered the room or that she was giving him an unobstructed view of her
feminine center.  Her left leg was already in place, that foot on the
floor. The right was up, swinging to join the left, but not yet there.  As
a result, her pink lips were on full display as Bob stared at them below
that fluff of almost white hair.

   His cock had gone soft as he pissed and had been put away in his briefs
in its normal head down position.  It now tried to raise its head to get a
look at what Bob's eyes were seeing.

   The right leg completed its journey, framing her young pussy between
firm white thighs.  Tugging at the hem of the shirt wasn't working so she
just stood up, letting gravity solve the problem.  Her eyes came up and he
heard her quick intake of breath as she realized he was in the room.  Her
eyes went first to his, which were looking at what her T shirt had just
covered, as if to will the shirt to rise again and uncover the treasure
he'd just glimpsed.  Then, as his eyes began to come up to her face, hers
went down to look again at what she'd seen only moments before.

   He looked completely different now, to Jennifer.  What had been a long
thick line was now a pointy lump, protruding from the bottom of the white
fabric.  When she'd seen the thick line, her brain had supplied the memory
of the erect penis she'd seen on the pay per view movie.  Now her brain
searched for some other image of a penis, and what she thought about was
when the agent had exposed himself to Bambi by opening his zipper, before
he was erect.  Bambi had solved that problem and, unconsciously, Jennifer
licked her lips as she stared at the lump that was Uncle Bob's penis.

   Then her brain caught up with events and she realized he'd been standing
there as she moved to a sitting position.  Moreover her brain reminded her
gently, "HE JUST SAW YOUR NAKED PUSSY!"

   What astonished her was that she wasn't horrified at all.

   Her eyes bounced back up to his face.  His mouth was hanging open and
his face was blotched with spots of darkness which, she knew, would appear
red if the light was better.  One of his feet was forward, as if he'd been
walking and then was suddenly frozen stiff.  It was obvious to her that
what had frozen him was the sight of her.  It struck her as funny, somehow,
that this big, strong ox of a man, who she'd thought of as being so
dangerous looking in a completely harmless way, could become so helpless
just from seeing her most private place.

   She didn't laugh, though.  Instead, she felt, for the first time, the
power that women have over men.  It made her almost giddy.

   "I'm SORRY!" gasped Bob, finally able to react.

   She didn't know what to say.  What her mind whispered was, "I'm not,"
but she didn't give voice to that.  Instead, she simply stood up and, on
the way past him to use the bathroom herself, just kissed him on the cheek
and said, "G-g-good morning."
