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Claudia Near The End Of The Road
By Poison Ivan



By Poison Ivan

_Warning! The following work of fiction contains 
sexual activities between consenting adults. You must be at least 18 
years old to read it._

Neil and I had driven twenty-two hours straight on summer-hot
highways all the way from Phoenix, Arizona, and we pulled into
Tacoma at just after midnight. We were red-eyed and stiff but
happy to have reached our target destination for the day, and we
immediately called Neil's brother Earl. Neil called six times,
but Earl wasn't home, or his phone was out, or maybe Earl was
fucking his girlfriend and didn't want to be bothered.

Neil and I had about twelve bucks left between us, which wasn't
so bad because Neil was pretty sure we'd get in touch with Earl
sooner or later and we didn't need to spend any money on a motel.
So, just as the warm summer Tacoma rains began to patter our
windshield, we pumped four bucks into the gas tank of Neil's old
Ford and took the rest of our cash into Mindy's Pancake House to
try to comfort our grumbling bellies.

Neil vibrated with enthusiasm for Mindy's. "Me and Claudia, we
used to come here every Friday night." Neil gesticulated widely,
his arms sweeping out grand arcs as his voice rose in pitch.
"We'd smoke cigarettes and make out in the booths until the night
manager got mad and tossed us out on our asses."

"Hey there, you!" Neil yelled to the waitress smacking gum and
guarding the register. He read her nametag. "Maxine! Do you
remember me, Maxine?"

But Maxine looked ten years too young to remember Neil from his
teenage carousing days. "Two for dinner?" she said slack-jawed,
her young shoulders bowed like she'd spent her shift lugging
boulders on her back.

Maxine deposited Neil and me in a booth and dropped menus in
front of us. I pored over the breakfast entrees looking for meals
that cost less than four bucks; Neil was too excited and left his
menu lying in front of him. There were two women in the booth
behind ours who were whispering and drinking coffee. Neil, of
course, noticed them immediately. "Sam, this was always the place
to pick up chicks," Neil said. "Any time you wanted to get laid,
all you had to do was strut into Mindy's and you'd find yourself
some tail! Ha! The stories I could tell you!

"Did I ever tell you about Claudia, Sam? Oh, man! Claudia! She
was _something else!_"

And then Neil's attention faltered. He looked past my head like
he was trying to peer around a slow-moving truck. "Don't look
now, old buddy, but I do believe there are a couple of honeys
over here who are giving us the eye!"

There were angry whispers and giggling from the next table and
then, from one of the girls, an audible alto voice: "You know the
problem with this place? You never meet anyone new!"

Neil beamed. "Ladies, then maybe you should focus your attention
on this pair of weary travelers!"

"And who might you be?" the alto replied.

"I am Neil, and my friend here is Sam." I craned around to look
at the girls. There was a blonde and a brunette, but only the
blonde was looking our way. "We are visitors in your fair city,"
Neil continued, "and we are in dire need of some local
companionship."

The blonde alto was doing all the talking. "You don't get much
more local than us," she said. "This is Anne," she motioned to
her friend. "And my name is Bea."

Neil stood to shake hands and took an immediate interest in blue-
eyed Bea. We were invited to join them in their booth, and we
soon paired off: Neil with Bea, and me with Anne.

This is the way things usually worked out with Neil and me. Neil
would find a couple girls, peel off one for himself, and cast
aside the second one for me to pick up. Girls were always drawn
to Neil's enormous energy and charm. When Neil turned it on, when
he really ignited, there was no one in the world more attractive
to the fairer sex.

Bea's friend was shy, which was not unusual, but Anne was even
shier than most. She nibbled the nail on her little finger and
followed the conversation between Neil and Bea with eyes half
curtained by her dark bangs.

It didn't take long before Neil and Bea were footsying under the
table and staring moon-eyed at one another. I had seen Neil
operate often enough; it was a matter of minutes before he would
propose that we find more intimate surroundings. Unfortunately,
we had no money. But you can always count on Neil to dream up a
plan for any occasion, especially when fucking was on the agenda.

When my Anne excused herself to use the restroom, Neil took the
opportunity to swap seats and settled in next to his conquest for
the night. When Anne returned, she sat down beside me, as quiet
as a stone.

Neil put an arm around Bea and pressed up close. "Do you ladies
have any suggestions on where we could spend the evening?" he
boomed. "Someplace a little more, um, private?"

The women exchanged glances. "There's always the Evergreen
Motel," Bea said.

"Ah, yes!" Neil exclaimed. "A fine establishment! Did I tell you
girls that I once lived right in this very neighborhood, and I
have experienced a handful of exceptional liaisons at that very
establishment? You could say it is my good luck charm!"

"And I'm sure it hasn't changed a bit," murmured Anne, the first
words to leave her mouth since we joined them.

"A unanimous choice, then!" Neil laughed. He leaped to his feet,
and we all followed along, afraid that Neil might leave us
behind. We gathered our things and left the diner.

Anne lagged, and I had to slow my pace to stay with her. This
often happened with the shy girl, who would be disappointed that
her friend got Neil. A quickie affair with a big, bombastic
fellow like Neil was one thing; settling for his quiet sidekick
was something else entirely.

The four of us piled into the Ford with the girls in back, and
Neil navigated the short distance to an old, two-story motel with
a bright neon sign in front. Neil killed the engine and twisted
around to face the girls.

"Um, ladies, I must ask a slight favor of you," he said. "Our
travels have left us temporarily low on cash. If you could lend
us enough to pay the innkeeper, I can guarantee you a speedy
reimbursement."

Anne clucked her tongue and shook her head. Bea just laughed. "We
are modern women," said Bea, pulling a credit card from her
purse. "Why don't you two stay in the car while Anne and I get
the rooms."

Neil gave one of his prize smiles, his teeth bright as chrome.
"We thank you, ladies. You will not regret it!"

Neil and I sat in the car while the girls walked across the
parking lot towards the lobby. "She is _something_, is she not?"
Neil enthused as soon as they were out of earshot. "What did I
tell you about Mindy's, Sam? The girls are fast, hot, and easy!
And Sam, your girl is nothing to shake your stick at, either. I
wouldn't mind getting myself a piece of that myself! Man, Sam,
would you look at the _asses_ on those chicks!"

I had to agree, both possessed wonderfully peachy bottoms
displayed magnificently in their tight dungarees.

"Isn't it funny, Sam? I spent my teenage years right here in
Tacoma, but I didn't appreciate the girls here then. I had to
leave, scrutinize every inch of this big country - I had to
_live_ - before I could finally see the prize pussy I had right
in my own backyard! Ha! Who says you can't come home again!

"But I suppose it's all for the best, Sam. If I knew how hot the
girls were, I would have never drifted to New Orleans, I would
have never hooked up with you, and we would have never had the
adventures we've had. Remember those chicks in Denver, Sam? Do
you remember Gwen? Man, Sam! The times we've had!

"I love the road, old friend. The all-night drives. And the all-
night tumbles in the hay! If it wasn't for you, Sam, where would
I be right now? I could never make it out on the road by myself,
you know. On these long, quiet highways alone, it would drive me
fucking nuts! All this, Sam, all the places and all the chicks, I
owe it all to you.

"We've had ourselves some fantastic ass, haven't we, Sam? And I
feel in my gut that we're in for something great tonight, too.

"I'll tell you, Sam, there's a trick to scoring with chicks like
these. You know what it is, don't you? You got to let them know
how much you really want them. They love it when you can't get
enough of them, and they love to put out for an appreciative
gentleman like myself! Like my grandma always said, `There's
nothing more satisfying than feeding a hungry man!'"

Bea stepped outside the motel office and made her way back
towards our car. Anne scurried the opposite direction and
disappeared up the motel staircase. Bea tapped on the glass, and
Neil rolled down the window.

"Rooms 231 and 233," Bea grinned, swinging a shiny key. "Park the
car and meet us there."

Neil looked as excited as a dog getting ready to bury a bone.
"You'd better hurry, honey, or I'll beat you there!"

Neil slammed on the gas, and we peeled out around the parking
lot. We shuddered to a stop more-or-less between two white lines,
and Neil bounded out of the car after the retreating Bea. I
hurried after them.

When I reached the rooms, Neil and Bea were already reveling
boisterously inside, while Anne waited for me outside the door.
"Your name is Sam, right?" Anne said.

I nodded and Anne pushed open the door to our room.

As far as motel rooms go, I'd slept in plenty worse. Well lit,
unstained carpets. The art on the wall was atrocious, but at
least it was nicely framed.

Anne threw her purse on the bed and shook her damp hair back. For
the first time, I got a clear look at her face. Her eyes were
dark and crisp, and there was a strong cut to her jaw that I had
not noticed at the diner.

"So, Sam, how long are you two in town for?" she asked. She
folded her raincoat over the back of a chair.

"Not long. We'll probably head up to Seattle soon and look for
work."

"You know anybody there?"

"Neil has some connections."

"There are jobs there, but Seattle's expensive. I hope you have a
place to stay."

"What about you? Where do you work?"

"I'm a cashier in Albertson's. Been there six years." She tried
to sound like it was something she was proud of, working as a
cashier for six years, but there was a sadness deep down in her
belly, a sadness that shadowed her words.

"Do you do OK there? Is this all right, us bumming money off
you?"

She scrunched up her nose. "You don't need to worry about me."

"It's just that Neil can be a little pushy sometimes."

"I know guys like Neil," she said. "You have to watch out for his
kind. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into,
following him around like this."

"Neil is all right. You don't know him like I do." It was a
common litany of mine, sticking up for Neil. People were always
telling me that Neil was irresponsible, that he was nothing but
trouble.

We had an awkward moment. Anne looked around the room and sighed.
"So what are we going to do here?" she said.

"Look, you don't have to do anything with me if you don't want
to," I said. This was another conversation I often had, letting
the second-place girl know that I didn't expect her to fuck me
just because Neil was banging her best friend in the next room.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that!" Anne said.

"It's just that this kind of thing happens sometimes. All the
girls seem to like Neil. I mean, no one even asked if you wanted
to spend the night with me. And here we are."

Anne sighed again. "And here we are."

We had another awkward moment. It didn't look like I'd be popping
my cork this particular night. It was time to hunker down, make a
little small talk to pass the time. If nothing else, these girls
always like to hear more about my traveling companion.

"So, I wonder if your friend will be able to keep up with Neil."

Anne laughed. She had a sparkling laugh, one that took me by
surprise. "Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. Darlene's
looking for an excuse to cut loose. She just separated from her
husband."

"Darlene?" I questioned.

"Oops. I meant Bea. Darlene is another friend of mine. She just
got separated too."

"You had two friends get separated at the same time?"

"I don't want to talk about it. It's kind of complicated."

She was hiding something, but who was I to make a scene? The last
thing she needed was to have some guy she'd never met before
probe into her personal affairs. It would be smarter to keep the
conversation easy.

"So what was the plan for tonight? Were you just spending time
with a good friend who needed a little companionship?"

"Yeah, something like that. Actually, I just recently broke up
with someone too. Bea and I were consoling each other."

I was about to ask her if everyone she knew was splitting up, but
I decided to let it pass. "What about you? You're not looking to
cut loose tonight?"

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. A tiny smile
touched the corners of her mouth. "Me and Bea, we cut loose in
different ways."

"How so?"

"For one thing, Bea was married for seven years. She's been out
of circulation for a long time. And when I was younger, I lived
the wild life. I already know what it's like. I don't need to
experience it again.

"Life is a lot different for a single woman, Sam. When you're not
married, you live a little closer to loneliness all the time. And
so you fall for your lovers more quickly. And most of the time,
it doesn't turn out well. So what can I do? I can't beat myself
up over every stupid one-night stand. At least those
relationships ended before they turned into something long-term
and disastrous. And I'm still out there trying. I'm an expert at
picking myself up and dusting myself off.

"Not that I'm complaining. It makes life fun. I get the
excitement I need in life with all the stops and gos. I don't
need to experience something crazy to keep my life entertaining."

This was a conversation _I_ could enjoy. I enthusiastically
chimed in. "That's what I like about traveling around the country
with Neil," I said. "I like starting something new. We're in a
different city every week. It's like every time I stand up and
look around, the scenery is new and wonderful. It makes starting
over again an exciting adventure."

The bedsprings next door began screeching. Anne smiled and shook
her head. We stood and listened for a moment. Bea's muffled moans
floated above the dissonant, shrieking chords.

"I take it Neil gets a lot of girls," Anne said.

"Yes, probably more than his fair share."

"Doesn't he ever get tired of it? Doesn't he ever want to settle
down?"

"No, not that I know of. Oh, sure, there are a few girls he still
talks about. Mostly the wild nights. And sometimes he talks about
the mistakes."

"Have there been a lot of mistakes?"

"Not according to Neil. If he can get his rocks off, he doesn't
complain much."

The conversation paused for a moment, the bedsprings still
singing next door, and then Anne smiled. "So what do you think,
Sam? About you and me. If we got together tonight, would we be a
mistake? Do you think I'll be dusting myself off in the morning?"

I shrugged. "Probably," I admitted.

She grinned. "Yes, I think you're probably right. But you know
what, Sam? There's one thing I've learned how to do over the
years: I can look at a man and size him up. Looking at you, I can
tell you're an OK guy. I've definitely fucked worse."

This is not the way these conversations usually go. Oh sure, as
often as not I get to sleep with the other girl. I usually make
vague references to Neil, get the other girl to think she might
still have a shot. And they sometimes jump at the chance that
fucking me might help them get to Neil. But I always felt a
little dirty afterwards, like I'd cheated my way into her
panties. This time, with Anne, it was not like that. When I said,
"Probably," I'd never played a note of such _honesty_ before.

Anne kicked off her shoes. "So now I'm curious, Sam. What's it
going to be? Wham bam thank-you ma'am? Or you the type who wants
to `make love?'"

I replied immediately. One thing about driving around the country
with Neil, you have a lot of time behind the wheel to discuss
things like `love.'

"I don't like to call it making love. What does `love' mean,
after all? Are you and I in love?"

She grinned. "I suppose not."

"If it were up to me," I added, "we'd just get together and make
each other feel good for a little while."

"Such a noble cause."

I almost got angry, but it is hard to be angry with a beautiful
woman who is about to fuck you. "Don't make fun of me," I said.
"There is already far too much cynicism in the world. I can do
without the complexity and negativity."

Anne stared at me with eyes that wanted to open me up to look
inside. "So what are you trying to tell me, Sam? That life is
simple? That all I have to do is sit back and enjoy it?"

"Yes," I said emphatically, meaning as far as I was concerned,
the conversation was over. I stepped up close to her. I put my
thumb under her strong chin and tipped her head back until those
dark eyes stared at me like a moonbeam.

And we kissed.

It was like her entire body exhaled, and all Anne's pent-up
resistance suddenly vanished, dispersing into the atmosphere
where it would never bother anyone again. The change in her was
thrilling, and I knew at once that I was in for something special
tonight.

We helped each other undress. When her bra was off, I ran the
back of my hands down the slope of her breasts. When my boxers
hit the floor, she briefly petted my stiff penis. When her
panties were gone, I cupped her hairy mound.

She sat back against the bed's headboard with her knees apart.
Black crinkly hair covered her sex. She breathed deeply.

I crawled up on the bed and stared at her most female center. The
aroma of her tickled my nose. The soft, smooth skin of her inner
thighs seemed to beg for the soft, smooth touch of my lips.

I watched her face as I kissed one knee then the other. Her eyes
sparkled, and she bit her lower lip with her small white teeth.

I rubbed my cheek against her inner thigh. Her skin was warm and
smooth. From this closer viewpoint, I could see her sexy slit
through the dark, dense pubes.

My lips brushed through her hair. The musk of her was thick
there. I tugged on her hair with my teeth. I pushed my face
inwards and nestled against her crotch. I buried my nose in
Anne's soft, fragrant flesh.

My nose worked between her folds and I opened my mouth and
gobbled her outer lips. With my tongue, I parted her. I tasted
her. I licked her.

I grabbed her thighs with both hands and sucked her clitoris. She
ground back against my face, and I licked her clit.

Her hips rumbled as I settled on her clit, and with firm, slow
strokes, I wiped her swollen bulb over and over.

She spoke. First, with simple exclamations: "Oh God!" "There!"
And digressing into vowel sounds: "Aaaa!" "Oooo!" And finally the
long, drawn out "Uuuuugh!" as she gasped and arched. I pulled
back as her body throbbed like a heartbeat. As she came, her dark
nipples pulled up in tight knots.

As she recovered, I lay down beside her, and Anne wiped the sweat
off her cheek. "Thank you," she whispered. "You are a very sweet
man, Sam."

Just then there was a loud pounding on the motel door. "Sam!"
Neil yelled. "You in there, Sam? Come on, I got hold of Earl!
He's got a party going on. I'll bet he didn't know it was a
Welcome Home Party for his long lost brother Neil!"

Anne and I looked at each other. "Whatever you want to do," she
said.

"We'd better go, then," I said.

Anne dressed efficiently and silently. I was not sure if she were
angry or not. I felt like the energy had been drained out of me,
but I wasn't about to let Neil leave me in an out-of-the-way
motel while he gallivanted the night away. We shuffled out to the
car, where Neil and Bea had already taken their places in front
and were bouncing in their seats to the song on the radio turned
up so loud the tiny speakers buzzed with distortion.

Bea had fully adopted Neil's extroverted enthusiasm, just as Anne
had predicted. It was a role she was eager to play.

Anne huddled in the back seat with me and didn't say a word. Neil
tossed the Ford in gear and we dashed off into the warm, heavy
night. We screeched around corners, raced the red lights, and
kicked up rooster-tails in the wide puddles of the dark Tacoma
streets.

We screeched to a halt in front of a small wooden house. With the
rain temporarily on hold, dozens of people spilled out into the
backyard, which was surrounded by a picket fence. We could see
people dancing through the front window.

Neil flipped off the car radio and Bea stopped dancing in her
bucket seat. "What did I tell you, Sam!" Neil pounded his knee
with his fist. "My brother knows how to put on one _hell_ of a
party! But you ain't seen nothing yet! Look out, Tacoma! Neil
Drabeck is back in town!"

Neil turned to Bea and his expression suddenly turned serious.
"Honey, there's something you need to know about me. We're just
getting to know each other, but there is something you must do if
you want to party with yours truly."

"And what is that?" Bea said, a smile breaking on her lips. For a
woman we only recently met, Bea had already picked up on a few of
Neil's idiosyncrasies, including the way he speaks seriously only
when he's about to say something outrageous.

"You need to be _wild!_" Neil bellowed. He whooped at the top of
his lungs. Anne put her hands over her ears, but Bea was shaking
with excitement. "And you need to be _crazy!_ Because I intend to
be _wild_ and I intend to be _crazy_ and I will not have my bed
partner for the night act any less!

"So are you ready, Bea? Are you ready for the night of your
life?"

Bea screeched, "Yessssss!" and shook her head crazily, her blond
hair swirling all around her face. "_I_ _am_ _ready_ _to_
_party!_" She leaped out of the car and galloped around the front
yard, her arms raised in the air, hooting loudly. Neil bounded
out of the car after her. He swept her up in his arms, and she
wrapped herself around him, and their hungry lips met in a deep,
wet kiss.

Neil and Bea stampeded through the front door, and Anne and I
straggled after them.

Earl's party was hot and boisterous. As soon as Anne and I were
inside, Neil accosted us and took our quartet off to meet his big
brother.

Earl was a serious-looking fellow, very unlike Neil. Even as the
party streamed in all directions, he kept careful watch, noting
what everyone was doing. When someone got too rambunctious, Earl
hurried off to calm him down. He showed a keen sense of control.
This was his party.

I could imagine him with Neil when they were kids. Neil always
running around getting in trouble, and Earl not caring as long as
Neil stayed out of his stuff. And Neil getting the snot beat out
of him if he ever stepped over the line.

Earl introduced us to his keg of beer, instructed us to have a
good time, and went back to mingle with his guests.

Anne and I sat on the couch and nursed our drinks as the party
surged around us. Neil and Bea were not in a sitting mood, and as
soon as they hit the dance floor, the pace of the party shifted
into overdrive. It was like everyone absorbed their excess
energy. The floor, the walls, the air, it all thudded with the
magnified musical beat.

Bea draped herself all over Neil. Somewhere along the way, she
had lost her bra and a couple blouse buttons, and her breasts
bobbed as Neil and Bea jumped together to the music. The other
dancers found their rhythm, the heat and the pounding
intensified.

Not even Anne was immune to the couple's energy. She watched them
like a gawker passing a bloody car wreck. Her nipples hardened
under her tee shirt.

During a pause between songs, Bea grabbed a plastic cup full of
some drink and swallowed the entire thing. "I'm going to dance
naked!" she yelled. And she hopped around to the opening strain
of the next song as she worked the remaining buttons of her
blouse.

"That's it!" Neil laughed. "That's it, Honey! Take it all off!"

Bea howled as she swung her blouse like a helicopter. Her shapely
tits wobbled and a couple men whistled from around the room. She
tossed her blouse away and jumped into Neil's arms. They kissed
and ground against each other, and Neil pawed Bea's bare breasts.

Bea worked the buttons on Neil's shirt, and soon his shirt was
lying somewhere on the floor. Bea and Neil kissed hard and rubbed
their naked chests together.

Bea slipped out of Neil's arms and wiggled out of her jeans. In
just her little blue panties, Bea stepped up on a coffee table.
She spun to the music a few times and the partiers crowded
closer. Bea pinched her nipples until they hardened like pebbles.

"Why's everybody hollering?" Bea laughed.

"It's you, Honey!" Neil said. "All the boys like you!"

"All the boys like _me?_ They like plain old little old _me?_"

Anne blinked rapidly, refocusing her vision on her friend
stripping in front of all these strangers. She stood and squeezed
through the crowd and tried to break in. "Come on Darlene, tone
it down a little, OK? You don't want to do anything you'll regret
later."

"Oh, you are wrong there, my dear friend," Bea slurred. "If I'm
not doing something I'll regret later, then I'm not doing it
right!"

"Darlene ..."

"Besides," Bea interrupted in a loud voice, "these boys are here
for the show! Aren't you boys?"

A raucous cheer rose from the crowd.

"You all like naked girls here?"

If the music had not been so loud, I'm sure the approval of the
spectators would have been spectacular. Everyone clustered
around, like rush hour traffic bunched together on an interstate.

"You guys like my boobies?" Bea said, holding her tits up and
shaking them. "See, girlfriend? Everyone likes my boobies."

Anne backed off a step, but she did not take her eye off the
woman on the table dressed in only her panties. Bea spiraled on
the table, the people cheered.

Anne relented. I suspect a big part of her wished for Bea to
continue, and the warning was just for show, something to point
out the next morning when Bea asked her why she didn't try to
stop her. She edged back towards the couch, where we watched
Bea's show side-by-side. I noticed Anne absently stroking her own
belly as Bea began to tease the crowd with her blue panties.

"I wonder which one of you boys will get lucky tonight?" Bea
said. She stretched the waistband of her panties until they
pulled tight up into her crotch. "I am _way_ horny." She cast a
sly smile in Neil's direction.

Bea peeled her panties down and shot them off into the crowd like
a rubber band. Sweat shone on her bare face and belly. Everyone
stared at the dirty-blond tangle of Bea's pubic hair. The
anticipation ratcheted upwards. What would Bea do next? What was
the next step?

She began to dance, turning and swinging her hips suggestively.
She wagged her firm butt at the on-lookers. She danced and
touched herself, running her hands up and down her belly and
thighs, squeezing her tits, and then sliding towards the juncture
of her legs.

She pushed her hips forward and swirled her pubic hair with her
fingernails. "What do you say, boys and girls?" Bea taunted. "Do
you want to see more? Do you want to see my horny pussy?"

The question, of course, was rhetorical. Bea bent over with her
legs in an inverted V. Her furry furrow puffed into the open. She
playfully covered herself with her hand, then drew downward,
parting herself with her middle finger, a glint of pink following
her fingernail as she delved into her sex.

The display left me breathless. The crowd seemed to shiver. Bea
stood and laughed, and she resumed dancing.

And suddenly she stopped. She faced directly at Neil. "I am going
to fuck ..." and Bea pointed straight at Neil, "I am going to
fuck _you_ until your dick falls off."

"Now _there_ is a challenge worth pursuing!" Neil laughed.

And Earl yelled from across the room. "Hey! Keep off the
furniture!"

We all turned our attention towards the kitchen. The crowd
separated like a forest being split by a highway. Earl sped
through and stared at Bea with his hands on his hips.

Naked Bea stepped down off the table, a blush rising on her
cheeks.

"I think it's time to call it a night," Earl said.

Bea reached towards Neil but lost her balance. She stumbled and
fell, dragging Neil down with her as they crashed to the floor.

"Aw, bro!" Neil laughed from his position tangled up with Bea.
"This party is just getting under way!"

"Not here it isn't," Earl said. "I don't want the cops here,
Neil. If you want to keep going, find somewhere else to party.
It's late. I'm sending everyone home now."

The crowd had already thinned significantly. Earl was not someone
to fuck around with.

"You need a place to sleep tonight, Neil?"

Bea crawled on top of Neil and began sucking on his nipples. "I
don't think I'm going to be doing much sleeping tonight, bro!"

"OK, then I'm going to spend the night at Rebecca's," Earl said.
"Can I trust you here, Neil? You won't destroy my house, will
you?"

"I can't make any promises," Neil laughed like a roll of thunder,
his exuberance completely unhindered by the dissipating crowd. He
squeezed Bea's naked tits with both hands, and she grabbed his
crotch. "This chick may fuck the whole house down!"

Bea held her head up. "I just might!" she said.

"Just take it easy, OK Neil? You can have my room, and Sam can
have the hide-a-bed in the den. I told a few people they could
crash on the floor, but I think everyone is splitting for the
night. I'll be back, Neil. _Early_ tomorrow morning. OK?"

"What do you think, honey? Can you hold off until we get to bed?"

Bea was busy fishing inside Neil's pants, and she finally
released his half-hard penis. "The question is, Neil, can _you_
hold off?" she said. She grabbed Neil's prick and stroked him.

"Oh, honey! You do that so _good!_"

"Look, you guys," Earl said, "I'm glad you're having a good time,
but take it to the back room, OK?"

"No," Bea said, and she wrestled down Neil's pants.

"Move it," Earl said.

"Hey, honey, let's go!" Neil said, his now stiff prick wobbling
like the pointer held by a drunk teacher.

He struggled to his feet and kicked his pants the rest of the way
off. Bea whined as she stood up after him. The naked couple
rumbled off, their bare bottoms bouncing down the hallway. Neil
yelled back over his shoulder. "Thanks, Earl! You've made your
brother a very happy man!"

Earl left, and Anne and I retired to the study. The room
contained stacks and stacks of paperback books and a simple wood
desk covered with loose papers. An old sleeper sofa gaped open on
the far wall. Folded sheets and blankets were stacked at the foot
of the bed.

Anne and I silently made the bed. The house was eerily quiet. We
couldn't even hear Neil and Bea in the next room.

Anne began disrobing. "I have to say, Sam, I don't get it. What
is it about men with the way they react to a naked woman? It's
not like you all haven't seen about a million naked women by the
time you're sixteen years old. Magazines, TV, movies. Naked women
are _everywhere_. I would think you'd all get bored of us after a
while."

"Part of it is just built in, it's the way we're wired," I said.
"But there's more to it than that. I also think there's something
about a woman who doesn't mind being looked at naked. It's the
intimation that she is confident and sexually uninhibited. That
mix of confidence and sexual openness is extremely arousing."

"Hm. Interesting answer, Sam. So I take it you've thought about
this question before?" She dropped her panties and was now naked
herself. She stood at the side of the bed, the stark light from
the desk lamp casting deep shadows across the curves and crevices
of her body. Her breasts looked like Rocky Mountain peaks at
sunset. And the shadowy meadow between her thighs drew my
libidinous attention.

A growl grew in my throat. I pulled down my underwear and my cock
sprung up, fully erect.

"I guess we're going to fuck now, huh?" Anne said.

"You are just as turned on as I am. I can tell."

"How can you tell, Sam?"

"I just can."

And I could. I couldn't place my finger on exactly what it was,
but there was _something_. Maybe there was a subtle flush in her
skin. Or the way her breasts rose and fell with her breath. Or
maybe it was something in her posture. Or maybe I sensed a rasp
in her voice.

Whatever it was, I knew she wanted to fuck as badly as I did.

I was on her with just a couple steps, my arms wrapping up her
naked body and pulling her into me. My stiff prick prodded her
soft belly, and we kissed hard. With both hands, she grabbed my
ass.

I twisted her to the side and let my weight down on her, and we
tumbled onto the mattress. I was immediately up between her legs.
Her thighs spread wide apart and my cock slid up against her hot,
humid hole. My glans eased between her puffy lips, and I stopped
there for a moment, just inside the vestibule of her sex. I
grabbed my shaft with one hand and swept my cock up and down
through her drenched slit, teasing her clit, teasing her opening,
spreading her lubrication all over my cockhead.

I used my slippery cock to masturbate her, rubbing up and down
over her clit, and she grabbed her own tits and pulled on her
nipples. "Fuck me, Sam. Stick it in me. Fuck me."

I placed my cock at the opening of her vagina. Her cunt seemed to
beg for me to enter. I pushed a little further, and in I slid, my
cockhead stopping just inside, bathed in liquid heat.

She held her breath, like she was underwater and needed to reach
the surface before she could take in air again. There was the
tiniest change in her expression as I pushed gently inwards. I
slid easily inside, navigating her tunnel until I was fully
engulfed.

"Oh, Sam. Now fuck me. Fuck me, Sam."

She grabbed my hips with both hands as I began stroking slowly in
and out.

"Harder, Sam. Fuck me. _Really_ fuck me."

And I forced myself deeper inside her, crushing my hips hard into
hers.

"Ooo, yes, that's good. Now faster."

I pulled as far out as I dared and thrust back in, again forcing
myself in to the hilt. I pulled out slowly, afraid if I got
moving too fast, I'd slip out.

"Harder, Sam. Faster."

I tried to comply. I found a rhythm that seemed to work, slowly
withdrawing, and a hard, powerful thrust inward that took her
breath away.

She hooked her heels around my butt. "Come on, Sam, fuck me. Fuck
me harder. Faster. Harder."

She dug her fingernails into my back.

"Fill me up, Sam. Fill me with your cock. Cum inside me."

I forgot about slipping out and pounded into her with the fury of
a cheated man. Our bodies slapped together, she grunted with each
deep jab. While the slippery froth of her cunt lubricated every
stroke, she pinched and scratched me. She grabbed my hair and
pulled, forcing me down to meet her, crushing my mouth into hers.
When we kissed, she bit my lower lip.

I pulled away. "Ow! Stop it," I warned, but the flaring nostrils
and amused smile made it clear she wasn't afraid of me. She
jabbed a fingernail into my nipple and I yelped. "Stop it? Stop
what?" she said.

I paused and I grabbed her head, held her head in both hands,
forced her to look straight up at me. Her eyes glared white hot,
and her lips were fiery red. I held her head tightly, forcing her
to stare me in the eye. "Is this what you want?" I whispered. And
I crushed my hips into her with every bit of strength I had. My
cock rammed so deep I was sure I was up inside her belly.

The desires of our bodies began to take over. She began to
loosen, her mouth went slack, her eyes closed, her head tipped
slightly back. I pushed hard and deep, and I felt the pleasure
begin to rise inside me. She was squeezing me, milking me with
her cunt, resisting each stroke for a half beat and releasing me
to fill her depths. "Oh Sam," she groaned.

I was on the verge of coming, but I tried to hold off, fuck her
just a little longer so she could get hers too. Only I was sure
it was too late. I jabbed feebly with what little coordination I
had left. Once, twice, three times. And on the last stroke before
I was overcome, she groaned loudly, beautifully. Surprised and
delighted that I'd lasted long enough, I dropped down on top of
her, buried myself in her core, and deposited my seed in the
depths of her spasming cunt.

I felt utterly drained. My muscles refused to respond to my
commands. Before I crumpled completely, I forced myself off to
the side and dropped limply to the mattress. I was covered with
sweat, and I immediately felt cold.

We crawled under the covers, and I fought back the desire to doze
off.

She draped her arm across her eyes. I snuggled up against her,
but she flinched.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Something is wrong. Tell me, what is it?"

She looked at me, as grim as a businessman. "You know what I
don't like about this, Sam? About fucking men that I know will
never love me? Who will never want to marry me and want to have
children with me? It's the times like this. After we fuck. When
we're lying here and there is nothing more to do. How do we part
gracefully?"

"We don't have to part gracefully yet," I said. "We have time. We
can lie here and talk."

She sighed. "But what do we have to talk about, Sam? Aren't we
just two people crossing paths for a single day in this far-off
corner of the country? Do you think five years from now anyone
will care whether we talked or not? When you or I think back on
this day, when we're old and wrinkled and we're wondering what
went wrong in our lives, do you think we'll remember the words we
exchanged? No, all we'll remember is that we fucked. And maybe we
won't even remember that."

It dawned on me that some strange cosmic mistake had been made.
Between Anne and Bea, Anne was not really the shy one. Some
mysterious twist had occurred, and I had been paired off with the
girl Neil was supposed to have.

The novelty of my situation spurred me to press on. "You could
tell me about your love life," I said.

Anne laughed. "What? You want to hear about my old lovers? Is
that it, Sam?" She laughed again. "And I thought I'd met every
kind of man there was, and then along comes you!"

"It's not that I want to know about your old lovers, ..." I
began.

At least I had amused her. "Oh, you don't fool me!" she laughed
and snuggled up close. Her hand rubbed up and down my belly.
Amazingly, my cock jerked to attention. I do not normally recover
so quickly. She whispered in my ear, "You want to hear every
sordid detail, don't you, Sam? You want to hear about the sex?
The way their penises looked, and the way they felt inside me? Or
the blowjobs I gave? Or the men who gave good head and the ones
who didn't have a clue?

"Or would you rather hear about my first true love, Sam? The man
I was head-over-heels about, but I let him get away, and now I'm
living my sad, dreary life? You want to hear about the decision I
made all those years ago that I've regretted for every day since?

"Well, Sam, I hate to disappoint you, but I have no regrets."

And she cradled my balls and gently lifted them. With her other
hand, she smoothed the underside of my penis. She smiled like the
Mona Lisa. "I've been told I give a kick-ass blowjob." Her hand
slowly encircled my stiffening shaft, and she pointed my erection
straight up. "What do you think, Sam? Do you want me to suck your
cock? Do you want to be the beneficiary of all the tricks I've
learned over he years?"

And she pressed her lips down along the shaft of my penis, and
her spit-slicked lips worked up and down my erection. She sucked
and licked and nibbled, and it was like she was playing me,
playing my cock like a musical instrument. She popped her mouth
down over the head and bathed me with her tongue. She strummed my
balls with her fingernails.

And she orchestrated the blowjob of my life. She hummed with me
in her mouth, the rich, reedy hum of oboes, tickling me with the
sonorous vibrations. And then the light, easy kisses, her lips
running up and down my shaft, each kiss clean and pure, like the
music of flutes.

The performance began to lose its free-form rhythm, and she
slowly found a beat. She blew me in four-four time, her hand
pumping up and down as she took me deeper in to her hot, moist
mouth: one-two-three-_four!_, one-two-three-_four!_

The brass section came crashing in, blowing hard, braaaagh-ing
and waaaahing around my cock. And the glorious, slutty slide of
the trombones taking over, up and down, like fucking a woman,
only I was in Anne's melodious mouth instead of her heated fuck
hole.

And then came the magnificent onslaught of the timpani, the
pounding, thundering beat, and I tried to sing along, but my
voice was nothing but a strangled cry. And with one final cymbal
crash, the glorious crescendo. The long, final roll of percussion
beat through me, and I gushed in rhythm into her sucking mouth.

In the quiet after the performance, I almost expected to hear an
ovation.

Anne lay beside me and we kissed. The faint taste of semen
colored her breath. We kissed and snuggled together, and we lay
quietly together.

There wasn't much to say.

The heat of our bodies became uncomfortable and we separated.
Anne soon dozed off. I lay staring into the darkness, wondering
about this surprising woman.

As I pondered our place in the universe, the door cracked open
and Neil's silhouette peeked inside. "Sam!" he whispered loudly.

I quietly got out from under the covers and crept to the door. I
whispered back, trying to let Anne sleep. "What is it?"

"You got any money, Sam?" Neil whispered.

"I'm busted flat," I said. "Not a dime."

"What about her? What's her name?"

"Anne."

"What kind of money does she have?"

"I don't know, Neil. How should I know?"

"Why don't you find out, Sam! We need a little cash to turn this
town inside out!"

"I'm not stealing her money, Neil."

"I wouldn't call it stealing, old boy! We need to _liberate_ this
cash from the shackles of the merely ordinary! There are more
important things in life than laundry and telephone bills!"

Neil squeezed past me into the room and plucked Anne's wallet out
of her purse. He prowled through her wallet and I turned away in
disgust. I stepped into the hallway. And while it was
uncomfortable standing in the hallway of a strange house naked,
the air was just a little easier to breathe.

A moment later, Neil was beside me. He flapped the wallet in
front of my face.

"I thought you said this chick was named Anne," Neil said.

"That _is_ her name," I said.

"Her name, my friend, is Claudia." He threw her wallet at me and
it fell to the floor. I picked it up and looked inside. The
driver's license inside was titled `Claudia Tyler.'

"So she lied," I shrugged. I was disappointed, to be sure, but
looking back, I wasn't surprised. Why would a girl give her real
name out to a couple transient strangers she met in a diner?

"Fuck, man!" Neil continued. "She doesn't look anything like her!
My Claudia was a teenager! Long black hair and the softest lips
I've ever kissed! And what a _fuck_ she was, Sam! She had the
sweetest twat this side of St. Louis! I can't believe this is the
same chick! Of course now that I know, I must've been a blind man
to miss it. The resemblance is there, a strong resemblance. I
should've noticed! You were there, I was talking about Claudia
right before we met them! I should've noticed!"

"What about Bea? Did she lie too?"

"You're not _getting it_, man! This chick is _Claudia Tyler!_
This is _my_ Claudia! I busted this chick's cherry!"

Oddly, I wasn't surprised. It was simply the feeling of "aha" as
all the clues suddenly fell into place.

"What was she like, Sam? Don't leave out a single detail! I want
to know everything, everything you saw, everything you felt.
Don't leave out a single thing."

And so I gave Neil the blow-by-blow. He stood in rapt attention,
rocking on his feet, as I described our conversations. And when I
got to the sex, his face froze, his mouth hanging agape. And when
I reached the finale, as I described coming in her mouth, he let
out a joyful whoop.

"Sam, I must say, I _am_ impressed! And just think! I taught this
chick everything she knows! And I must say," he added, elbowing
me in the ribs, "I taught _you_ a thing or two about how to score
with the ladies, too, didn't I, Sam!"

Neil jumped up and began to pace the room. "Oh man, Sam. Just
think! It's Claudia! Claudia Tyler! I can't believe you fucked
Claudia Tyler! Not that I'm complaining! Bea was fantastic, too.
But Claudia Tyler!"

He stopped and stood facing me, his arms akimbo. "I'm telling
you, Sam. I got to have her again. I can't stand it, I got to
have her again."

"I don't know, Neil. If she is really your old Claudia, then I
don't think she's going to be interested."

"Oh, she's my old Claudia, all right," Neil said. There's no
doubt about that. But I don't know why she didn't _say_ anything!
I'll tell you, Sam, we had some _amazing_ times! I'm getting a
hard-on just thinking about it!"

I thought hard about the words Anne - that is, Claudia - had used
when we talked. The bitter, unsweetened chocolate tone. And I
tried to match her with the girl Neil raved about, the high
school triumph that still ranks near the top of Neil's long list
of victories.

"It's going to happen again, Sam. I can feel it."

"I think you're wrong, Neil."

"I'm going to go ask her," Neil said.

"Neil, this is a bad idea," I said.

"Wish me luck, old friend," Neil said. "I'm off to pay a visit to
my old stomping grounds!"

And he rumbled off like a freight train and disappeared into
Earl's den. I heard muffled voices through the door, but I didn't
want to hear what the two old lovers had to say to one another,
so I retreated to the kitchen, where the acoustics were worse but
the food was better.

I snacked on pretzels for only a short while before Neil
returned, walking fast, his arms swinging. "Shit!" he said. "She
said no, but I'm telling you, Sam, if I don't get my cock inside
Claudia's box again, I am going to burst! Just knowing she's in
the next room, I'm not sure I can take it."

Neil absently threw a couple pretzels in his mouth, and then a
sly expression came across his face. "But you know, Sam, _you_
have made quite an impression on her."

I knew I was about to hear one of Neil's crazy schemes. He
formulated his plans inside the wink of an eye, and you never
knew what he would come up with next.

"We could set up the old switcheroo," Neil said, pointing a
pretzel at me. He snapped his fingers. "Of course! It will be
perfect! You, Sam, you will get her into bed, get her all warmed
up. And at the perfect moment, I'll walk in the door! Oh, yes!
This is great! Then you'll make a quiet exit, Sam, and I'll take
your place."

"Neil ..." I tried to interrupt.

"Or if that didn't work, maybe we could both do her. Oh, man! Can
you imagine that, Sam?"

"Absolutely not, Neil," I said.

"Sam, it would be _perfect!_"

"No, Neil. I won't do it."

"Can you imagine it, old friend? The two of us banging her at the
same time? And did I ever tell you Claudia gives a _kick-ass_
blowjob?"

I didn't remind Neil that I had just given him a detailed
description of the blowjob Claudia had given me. "It won't work,
Neil. Give it up."

"I think she'll go for it, Sam."

"I think she'd rather cut your dick off than have sex with you
again, Neil. If I'm reading her right, she's pretty bitter about
you driving off without her."

Neil paused for a rare moment of introspection. "You have a point
there, old friend. I don't suppose it's easy for a girl to lose
the likes of Neil Drabeck!"

"Why don't you go back and see to Bea? She's the one who really
wants you."

"And I'll tell you, Sam, Bea was one _amazing_ fuck! She's
insatiable!"

"There you go."

"But Claudia ..."

I interrupted him before he could continue. "Why don't you just
see where Bea will take you tonight, Neil? Worry about Claudia
some other day."

Neil sighed and tapped his chin with his thick fingers. "You're
right, Sam. Of course you're right. This is one of those delicate
situations. And we don't have time for delicacy on this trip."

"You can be pretty wise when you want to be, Neil."

Neil smiled. He knew I was manipulating him, but he didn't seem
to care. "I'm off, old friend!" Neil said, and he slapped me on
the shoulder. I was relieved when he finally rumbled off to hook
up again with Bea.

I returned to Claudia, who lay on her belly on top of the
blanket. Her skin seemed to be illuminated from within, a soft,
diffuse glow. The smooth, easy curves of her shoulder and back
and bottom.

I lay down next to her and ran the back of my hand lightly across
her skin.

"So now you know," she said.

In fact, I didn't know much at all, not by a long shot. I ran my
hand across her butt, dipping my middle finger down between her
cheeks.

She turned her head and looked at me out of the corner of her
eye. "Mmm, I like that," she said.

"What? This?" And I slid my finger again between her cheeks.

"Yes, that feels good."

I tickled the small of her back with my fingertips. Claudia
purred, and when I stroked firmly at the top of her ass crack,
her voice ramped up towards a growl.

I took in her wonderful ass. The beautiful, smooth curves of her.
The exciting cleft between those cheeks. I thought of what lay
between them, and I wondered about her anus, whether she wanted
me to touch her there. Tentatively, my finger traced lower. I
reached the point where the feel of her skin changed, away from
the regular, soft, firm skin, to the looser, more delicate skin
at the edge of her asshole.

I watched carefully for her reaction. Her eyes were closed, a
grin adorning her lips. I moved my fingertip around, skirting the
edge of her anal opening.

I thought of touching her there, that deeply intimate place, and
my cock became totally engorged. More boldly, I probed between
and found her anus. I hesitated, fearing she would protest. But
she did not make a sound. She spread her legs slightly more
apart.

I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to dive in, to smother
her asshole with caresses. I wanted to lick her there. I wanted
to fuck her ass.

But I held back. Instead, I softly worked my finger back and
forth, slowly tickling her rosebud. I teased, lightly stroking.
And then I slid my finger down, found the lip of her vagina, and
discovered copious, overflowing lubrication there.

I dipped in and out of her cunt until my finger was coated with
her juice. And with my slicked up finger, I circled her anus,
slowly increasing the pressure, feeling for the sphincter to
yield, finding an exciting soft spot right in the center, and
pressing my fingertip inwards.

"Oh, Sam," she whimpered.

I slid my fingertip in her butt up to the first little knuckle. I
stirred my finger, feeling her muscle grip me.

I had to look more closely at what I was doing. It wasn't enough
to just feel her anus, I had to _see_ it with my own eyes. I
flipped around and separated her butt cheeks with the palms of
both hands. Her little pink asshole glistened with the
lubrication I had moved from her pussy.

The urge to kiss her there was overpowering. I tickled her
opening with my finger, teasing the supple flesh. I leaned down
and planted a soft kiss on one cheek, then the other. I licked
the small of her back with light little tongue flicks, and I
traced my tongue down, slowly into the crease of her ass.

And then the door slammed open. I panicked. I was sure a jealous
boyfriend had found us, discovered me delving into a secret spot
where I should have never been allowed, sure that I was about to
get a beating I would never forget. I scrambled to face the
intruder, and Claudia yelped and tried to get under the covers.

But the intruder was just Neil. And Neil was naked and sported an
enormous erection.

"Claudia!" he bellowed. "You have no idea how much I've missed
you!"

I needed to say something. I opened my mouth to speak, but I
couldn't think of any words. Neil strode forward until he was
right beside the bed. His hard penis twitched and jerked just a
few inches away from Claudia and me.

"Get out of here, Neil," Claudia spoke loudly. Unlike me, she had
no problem coming up with the right words to use.

"I can hardly control myself, honey," Neil said. "I was lying in
Earl's bed and thinking about you, and just look at me." He
glanced down at his enormous erection. "I had to come see you."

"Neil," Claudia whined, but then her expression changed. She
erupted. "What the _fuck_ are you doing here, Neil?" she yelled.

"Claudia, I just wanted to be with you," Neil
uncharacteristically pleaded.

Claudia turned to me. "What's going on, Sam? Is this some kind of
god damned set up?"

"Neil, you'd better get out of here." I tried not to sound too
disappointed in my friend, but I had had just about enough.

"Come one, Claudia. It's me, Neil! Remember the times we had when
we were kids?"

"Neil, get out!" Claudia yelled.

Neil's erection began to droop. Bea peeked in the door. "Hey,
everyone, cool down, OK? Everyone is getting way too serious."

"That's right!" Neil chimed in. "Let's just take it easy, have a
little fun."

"I am _not_ fucking you, Neil," Claudia stated.

Bea stepped in to the room. She was still naked. "Besides,
fucking you is _my_ job on this visit, isn't it Neil?"

Neil's head wobbled back and forth between Bea and Claudia. I
could almost hear the computational gears spinning in Neil's
head, plugging in the two variables - Claudia or Bea - evaluating
the formula to see which held the greatest potential for the
night.

Bea was naked; with Claudia nakedness hidden under the bed
covers, the edge tipped dramatically in Bea's favor. As Neil once
again gathered in Bea's body, his thick cock began to roll
upwards.

Bea smiled wickedly. "I knew you'd come to seeing things my way."
She glanced quickly at Claudia and winked. "You're not going to
regret this, Neil."

Bea got down on her knees in front of Neil. She placed her hands
on his bare hips. "Oh! Honey!" Neil moaned.

"I'm going to blow you, Neil" Bea said. And she opened her mouth
wide. Neil's prick suddenly bounced up straight and stiff, and
Bea opened her lips around him. She wrapped her arms around the
back of his thighs, and she pumped her mouth slowly up and down.

"Oh! Honey!" Neil said. His face turned purple as a beat and he
looked over at Claudia and me. "Oh, man, Sam. This chick is going
to suck the life right out of me!" He began to tremble, and I
thought he was about to crumble like a cracker.

Bea pulled her mouth off Neil's dick, which was all red and
veined. "Claudia," Bea said. "Haven't you ever wanted to do
something really slutty?"

I looked at Claudia, who was watching her friend's blowjob
attentively. Claudia's respiration was deep and slow. Bea steered
Neil over towards the hide-a-bed and urged him to sit down on the
edge beside us.

"Come on, Claudia," Bea whispered. She began jerking Neil's
erection. Neil closed his eyes and moaned. "You know you want to,
Claudia."

She stroked Neil's cock with one hand and pulled the blanket off
the bed with the other. "We're all friends here, right? We've all
seen each other naked, right?" She pulled the blanket off Claudia
and me, and for an instant, I felt a rush of panic at being
exposed in front of all these people, especially as my dick
revealed an excitement I was not eager to make public.

Yes, my dick was hard again. As my hard-on popped into the open,
she fumbled a little with the stroke on Neil's prick. "My, just
look at these two men!" she exclaimed. She reached over and took
hold of Claudia's wrist. "Come on, Claudia," she whispered. And
she dragged Claudia's hand towards my lap.

The pair of hands moved towards my cock, and Bea placed Claudia's
small hand against my erection. "Come on, Claudia," she said.

Bea let Claudia go, but Claudia's hand dropped limply to my
thigh. Claudia wasn't playing along. So Bea grabbed my penis. She
had hold of Neil and me both. She smiled evilly, licking her
lips.

And she stroked us both, a prick in each hand. Neil and I had
participated in something like this once before, in Utah, where
Gwen had a fantasy of doing two men at the same time, and Neil
was eager to let that fantasy run its course.

"You are both very attractive men," Bea giggled. "So big and
masculine."

She dropped my hard-on, which instantly slapped against my belly,
and grabbed Neil's prick with both hands, lowered her mouth over
the end, and sucked him with a passion that would scare an
ordinary man. Her eyes locked directly on Claudia.

I turned towards Claudia, who was watching Neil, her first lover,
being blown by Bea, her best friend. Her gaze met Bea's directly.
Her breasts rose and fell with her deep respiration.

"Come on, Claudia. Let's do this together," Bea said.

I wasn't sure what Bea was referring to. Do _what_ together? The
possibilities seemed innumerable. "Oh, man!" Neil moaned, and I
knew exactly what combination Neil was hoping for. He glanced
expectantly towards Claudia, but he couldn't keep his eyes open.
Bea drove her mouth deeply over his engorged prick, and Neil
groaned again.

Bea pulled off Neil's cock, leaving his hard prick wet and shiny
with her spit. She clambered up on the bed next to Claudia and me
and spread her legs wide. Her dirty blond pubic hair was
plastered all over her cunt with her wetness. The deep crimson
gash gaped obscenely. Neil scrambled between her thighs and
jabbed inwards.

With Neil on top of her, Bea reached for my hard-on again and
brushed her hand against it, but she fell back against the bed
out of reach as Neil sunk deeply inside her.

I looked over at Claudia, who had her teeth clenched. She looked
at me, a fire in her eyes. "Sam, I've had enough," she whispered.
"I want you to fuck me, Sam. I want you to fuck me now."

Claudia slid away from Bea and Neil, just out of reach of the
other couple. I got between her knees and leaned over to kiss
her. My underside of my prick nestled long-ways into her slippery
slot.

I entered Claudia's cunt just as Neil started pounding hard into
Bea's box. Neil fucked with a mad flurry of strokes, paused, then
took up the insane pace again. Bea groaned with every new
onslaught.

I preferred a more consistent pace and rocked slowly and deeply.
Claudia spread her legs wide and took me in her feminine center.
She pulled her knees up further until they almost touched her
chest. "Deeper, Sam, deeper!" The long cock-slide inwards seemed
to find her most mysterious depths. Her heat and grease smothered
my cock until I wasn't sure I could go any longer.

Neil was pounding frantically into Bea, his butt a blur of
motion. Bea's head rocked slowly back and forth.

"Now, Sam," Claudia whispered. "In my ass. I want it in my ass."

I faltered a moment and stopped. I looked down at her. Her eyes
waved about like bees hunting for flowers. "Are you sure?" I
asked.

"Uh huh. Just go slow, OK?"

I was rigid with the excitement of something truly different. I
pulled out of her cunt and sat back while Claudia placed a pillow
under her hips. Her star-like anus glistened with her overflowing
honey.

I crawled up on top of her, and the head of my cock settled
naturally into the soft spot between her ass cheeks. "That's it,
Sam. Right there," she said.

I pressed gently forward. Claudia gasped as I popped through her
sphincter. I stopped for a moment, the tight muscle of her anus
pinching my cock hard enough to give me second thoughts about
continuing.

Claudia panted like she was climbing a long flight of stairs. I
bent over her until I was propped up on my arms, and we were face
to face, the tip of my penis still barely inside her tight
butthole.

"OK, Sam, a little more now," she whispered. Sweat beaded on her
upper lip.

My penis felt like it was trapped in a tight fist. But I pushed a
little harder, and I slipped a little further in.

Trapped in her tightest embrace, I began to pump. Gently. Barely
moving.

Claudia shimmied a little and moaned. "Oh yeah, Sam, fuck my
ass."

I moved slow and shallow. Somewhere along the way, Neil and Bea
had finished fucking, and they were now lying beside us,
watching. Neil's jaw hung open like a pelican's.

I couldn't believe how close I felt, or how tender I felt towards
her. With my penis in her ass, I felt like I was as responsible
for her as a parent to a child. Claudia was my girl. My baby. I
leaned down and kissed the end of her nose.

"Oh Sam!" Claudia yelled, and she slapped her fingers against her
pussy, pat-a-pat-a-pat, "Oh God, Sam!"

And I could feel her orgasm in the tightness of her anus, the
sudden vise-like grip that stopped all possible movement, yet the
massage on my cock, the grip and release, the milking motion, I
yelled, and I released my seed.

Our twin frozen bodies shuddered with our shared pleasure. And
when the joy finally abated, and all my strength seemed to flee
my muscles, our bodies collapsed. My penis was momentarily
trapped in her anus, but with an easy pull, it popped out. I fell
down on top of Claudia. She pressed her hands against my sides
and breathed heavily next to my ear.

"Man oh man, I've never seen anything like that!" Neil said.

I wished Neil and Bea were gone. I wanted to be alone with my
baby. Claudia's eyes welled with tears.

"Oh, Claudia, you've got to let me be with you again," Neil
begged.

"Neil," Claudia replied without taking her eyes off mine, "if you
know what's good for you, just drop it."

"Just look at you! You're so beautiful!"

Claudia sighed. We separated and I lay beside her. I was not
looking forward to what Neil was about to say.

"But don't you remember when you told me you loved me, Claudia?
Doesn't that mean anything?"

Claudia's face deepened red. Neil had stepped over the line. "I'm
_over_ you, Neil!" she screamed.

"Not even one of your kick-ass blowjobs? Just for old times
sake?"

Claudia pressed her fists against her temples. "No! No! No!"

"I think about you all the time, honey. I want you so bad."

"You didn't even recognize me, Neil! There is _no way_ you can
tell me you've been thinking about me all these years."

Neil sighed and frowned. "You're right, you're right. I wasn't
paying attention. It's just your friend here ..." and he gave Bea
a dazzling white smile, "it's just she grabbed my fancy.

"But it's not true that I haven't been thinking about you, honey.
I think about you all the time."

Claudia thumped her forehead on her palm. "No, Neil, no. I can't
do this. You have to give it up."

"Don't worry about Bea. She doesn't mind, do you, honey? You like
old Sam, don't you?"

In fact, Bea had the look of a bull, her nostrils flaring, ready
to charge. I was worried Claudia would relent, and I was afraid
Bea would fuck me to death.

Claudia gave out a little sob and she buried her face in her
hands. I stroked the back of her neck. "I'm alright," she
whispered, and lifted her head. The hollows under her eyes were
damp.

And Neil was beginning to grow erect. He gave a little nod down
in that direction, just in case no one had noticed. "Come on,
honey, Neil Jr. misses you."

Claudia snuffled and chuckled. Her face, still dewy from a few
spilled tears, broke into a momentary smile.

"There you go, Claudia. You see, I'm not so bad. I could always
make you laugh. Isn't that worth something? A quickie. I promise
you, Claudia, the way you turn my crank, it probably won't last a
minute or two."

Claudia's face contorted again. "No, Neil, No! How many times do
I have to say it?"

Neil jumped out of bed, cussed, and stomped his foot. "Goddamn
it, Claudia!" he said, wiping the back of his neck with his thick
hand.

And Claudia ran away sobbing.

I suppose I thought I could rescue the damsel in distress, and I
followed Claudia into Earl's backyard.

She stood nude in the backyard, her body sagging. But she had
already composed herself, more or less.

She heard me coming and backed off. "Go away, Sam," she said.

"I had nothing to do with that, Claudia."

"I know it, Sam. I'm not an idiot. I know how Neil works. God
knows, I know how Neil works. And it's as much Darlene's fault as
anyone else's."

"Are you going to be OK?"

"Sam, I really don't want you around right now. Why don't you
just drive off into the sunset with your friend? That's what you
two do, isn't it? You find girls, screw them, and then take off
for some distant city where no one knows who you are. That's it,
isn't it?"

"That's not fair," I protested.

"Grow up, Sam. No one gives a fuck if it's fair or not." The
tears began to dribble down her cheeks again.

"Claudia ..."

"You think you can waltz into town and score with your old
girlfriends ..."

"Claudia, we didn't know! You lied to us! You lied to _me!_"

She buried her face in her hands and groaned. "Sam, Sam, Sam,"
she mumbled. I moved a little closer. She choked on her words and
tears. "What was I supposed to do?" she sobbed. "I thought he
would recognize me right away. I certainly recognized _him_. And
when he didn't, I was _so_ relieved. But Darlene had heard all
the stories, she wanted to find out for herself. I told her if
she talked to you two, I'd kill her. But I couldn't stop her. She
made up the fake names all by herself. All I could do was follow
along."

Hearing the sad vibrato of her voice, I couldn't be angry, even
though I felt I had every right to be. I put my arms around her,
trying to surround her like a cocoon, hoping that she would
emerge from my embrace like a new butterfly.

The flow of briny tears almost immediately stopped, but I knew I
had nothing to do with it. It felt odd, holding a naked woman in
my arms, trying to comfort her, and having her seem comforted,
but knowing deep down that it was not I who had reined in her
tears. She had drawn on something inside herself, some inner
strength. I was just a naked man who happened to be standing
close.

But she was content to simply stand and hold me, and so we stood,
our arms around one another. We stood for a long time. I noticed
the sky lightening in the east.

I stepped back and looked at her. "Let's go back inside," I said.
She smiled weakly and agreed. We made our way back to the den.
Neil and Darlene were nowhere to be found. I suspected the booze
had finally got the better of them.

We sat down together on the hide-a-bed. My penis was amazingly
hard again. "Sam, you must really like me," Claudia smiled over a
little sniffle. "I never would have put you down for an go-all-
night type of guy."

And I wondered about this pretty, dark-haired woman. About the
things she'd seen, the men she'd known. I thought about what
she'd said earlier, about the man who had broken her heart. I
thought about Neil and couldn't bring myself to believe he was
the one. The two of them didn't fit together. It didn't make
sense.

Not that she and I made any sense, either. But it seemed right
that we should join again, join intimately. I knew this erection
was more than just a simple physical reaction.

We lay side by side on the bed. The dampness under her eyes made
her eyes look even bigger. We kissed.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. She lowered
herself, and my penis slid easily inside her. She ground
downwards until I felt heat surrounding every inch of my penis.

And there, with my cock buried deeply inside my Claudia, we
stared at one another.

Our eyes never left one another. It was a slow, sad fuck. When
she came, her mouth twisted in what looked like pain. Tears
squeezed from my eyes as I came inside her.

Claudia got out of bed. Naked, she browsed through the books in
Earl's study. I watched her silently flip through one random book
after another.

The door cracked open. "Sam?" Neil said, a questioning tone in
his voice.

"It's OK, Neil," Claudia said.

He poked his head in the door. "Um, Sam, Earl's back. We need to
book out of here. And I called my Georgie in Seattle. He's ready
for us." Neil smiled like a devious child. "Or at least he
_thinks_ he is. No one is truly ready for the likes of us!"

"OK, Neil," I said.

"Hey, Claudia," Neil said. "It was good to see you again."

"Yeah, Neil," Claudia said. "I guess I'm sort of glad we hooked
up. At least it wasn't boring."

"That's true! No one will ever accuse me of being boring!" Neil
smiled. "Good bye, Claudia."

Neil disappeared, and Claudia smiled. "So this is it, Sam?"

"Me and Neil, we've been together a long time," I said. "We've
been everywhere. Denver, San Fransisco, Phoenix, Houston, Boston,
Philadelphia. And a hundred other places."

I snapped my fingers with a sudden idea. "Claudia, you could come
along with us. This country is changing, you know. There's
something in the soul of America that is dying. It won't be long
before it won't make sense to travel around like Neil and I do.
It's an opportunity you shouldn't miss."

Claudia laughed and sniffled, and a few more tears ran down her
pink-streaked cheeks. "I don't think so, Sam. That's not for me."

"You could try it. Just for a few weeks." But I knew I had
already lost this case. For the second time in her life, Claudia
would stay behind.

She walked with me out to Earl's front door. Darlene sat on the
steps, holding her head. Neil was standing next to his car,
shuffling back and forth like a thoroughbred horse anxious to
start a race.

"Good bye, Bea," I said. "Or is it Darlene?"

Darlene gave me a weak smile. "See you, Sam."

I gave Claudia one last kiss and hug. Claudia pushed her hair
back away from her face and wiped her wet cheeks. "Hey, Sam," she
smiled. "You ever in Tacoma and you feel like you could use a
kick-ass blowjob, give me a call, OK?"

I raised her hand to my lips and kissed her fingers. Claudia
shook her head and blinked back more tears. "Get out of here,
Sam, before one of us gets in more trouble."

I let go of her hand and took a few steps backward. Claudia
turned away and walked back towards Earl's house. Watching her
feminine figure recede made my eyes smart. She disappeared inside
without looking back. I turned and joined Neil at the curb.

Neil shook his head and smiled. "Well, my friend, I believe you
have finally earned your diploma from Neil's Chick University.
You got yourself a prime piece of ass there. I can't believe you
got to cornhole her!"

One thing about Neil, he never knew when to be quiet. "Shut up,
Neil."

"Oh, ho! Have we found a sensitive spot? So maybe you aren't
ready for the advanced degree yet, Sam, but you are definitely
moving in greater circles."

"This is not a good topic right now, Neil."

"You know what I like about you, Sam? You're a romantic." Neil
slapped himself in the forehead. "Ha! Who would've thought I'd be
zooming all around America with a honest-to-goodness, flesh-and-
blood romantic sitting beside me!"

"Don't think we're so different, Neil. You're just as romantic as
I am. You're just romantic about different things."

"Ha! You got a point _there_, old buddy! You're romantic about
the chicks, and I'm romantic about the road! And you know what? I
think it's high time we saw a little more of my favorite honey.
Let's lay some asphalt!"

I didn't get the chance to tell him that I thought his analysis
was just a little bit off. Maybe Neil had part of me pegged, but
he didn't know it all. No, Neil didn't understand everything.

It was my turn to drive. I sat down behind the wheel of the old
Ford and Neil piled in beside me.

"To Seattle, old friend?" he said.

And while the tug of going to a place I'd never seen before was
strong, I thought maybe I was making a huge mistake. I turned the
key, the engine clanked and fell silent, and I turned it again.
The engine coughed several times and settled into an even
grumble.

My eyes stung. I looked over at Neil, who was bouncing in his
seat, mouthing the words to some song only he could hear.

"I think maybe you'd better drive," I said.

"Of course, of course," he said. We changed seats and I slumped
against the car door. Neil shoved the car in gear and we lurched
forward.

We lurched forward, but I think maybe I left my heart behind.



Seattle was a bust. The jobs Neil thought we had lined up never
came through, and Neil's friend Georgie got sick of us fast.

Neil wanted to take off for Spokane, or maybe back towards
Denver. But a weariness had overtaken me, and I couldn't stand
the thought of another all-night marathon behind the wheel of
Neil's Ford. And it seemed like Spokane had little to offer
beyond the disappointment of Seattle.

Neil tried for two days to talk me into going with him, but my
mind was set. On a cool September morning with the skies
lightening pink in the east, Neil zoomed away on I-90, by himself
for the first time in five years.

I took the Greyhound back to Tacoma.




              

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