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66 Road Trip
MONDAY, the day belonged to Liz. She left her teens behind. After we’d had a birthday celebration with the casa, I took her to my room and made love to her. For the next several hours, every time she woke up, I gave her another orgasm. When I was exhausted, I called Doug and he took over. By Tuesday morning, Liz was staggering and had a glassy look in her eyes. It took two of us to do it, but I think we out-sexed her.
I intended to spend the day getting things ready for Jessica’s imminent arrival, but Liz was clingy. She wanted to touch me and be touched all day long. I finally took her to the chair and held her as she cuddled in my lap and talked about how things would be in the future and how much she loved me. I didn’t say much other than to ask her a prompting question or two. She had completed her advanced course in cosmetology. She had a position at a salon downtown. She enjoyed working, but was looking forward to summer production so she could get back to her ‘real’ job on our sets.
And through it all we kissed and caressed each other. When I touched her pussy, though, all she would let me do was gently cup it in my hand.
“My little red mantrap is too tired to play now,” she whispered. “I love you, Brian. I love you with my whole life.”
Jessica arrived at dinner time with Amy. We’d debated about this trip and finally decided the motorhome was the best way to go. Adam and Warren met them at the airport and drove the motorhome to its accustomed location. It wouldn’t be there long, though. We’d be leaving first thing Thursday morning. This weekend, Sarah would graduate from Oberlin.
First, though, we intended to celebrate Jessica’s twenty-second birthday.
Maggie and Jess were staying at the ranch and Wednesday we had a celebration that included screening all twelve of the Redress shows that aired this season. We’d already received an offer from Lifelong Women’s Network for a full 24-26 episodes for next year, but they’d dropped the price per episode. I was scheduled to meet with our contract and IP attorneys the first of June to discuss our strategy going forward. Hannah had developed a strong syndication network and we’d already sent out a sample of Heaven’s work to them. It looked like they were ready for the show and many of those stations had a much bigger draw than the LWN in the local market. Hannah, Maggie, Louise, and I would be hammering out details with Don and Barb soon. Jessica’s manager, in his typical recalcitrant way, wanted a signed contract with LWN since ‘everyone knows’ a network is better than a hodge-podge of independents. I’m not sure he’d ever looked at the stations in our hodge-podge.
There was one point that was true, however. We would never get a primetime slot with the syndicate. We really needed a good television strategist, but none of us knew where to look for one.
The shows looked great. They were sensitive and caring. Jessica came off as being concerned for the needs of the guest of the week and looked like a real friend—a big sister of sorts. Critically, it got good reviews. But it wasn’t garnering a big audience. Still, we enjoyed a solid six hours of playback on her birthday. It was a beautiful show.
Jessica looked at me and I almost asked her to come to the master bedroom that night. I settled for holding her hand all day and pausing at the back door of the studio for a long kiss goodnight.
“Dani, would you like to come with us tomorrow?” I asked. I’d gone to bed with my casa and after a little loving with Whitney, Danielle had curled up next to us.
“Can I? I mean would it be okay? I hardly know Sarah or Heaven. I don’t want to be in anyone’s way. Are you sure it would be all right for me to go?” she bubbled.
“Danielle Wood,” I said sternly. “I do not make offers that aren’t all right. Would you like to come with us tomorrow?”
“Yes!” she squeaked. I think in the ensuing ten minutes, she rubbed every part of her body against mine and probably against Whitney’s. Whitney giggled and reached over to hold Dani’s shoulder.
“Stop squirming around! We’ll never get any sleep,” Whitney said. Dani reached for Whitney’s hand and kissed it.
“I’m sorry. But it’s exciting. I want to go!”
It was close to ten hours to Oberlin. That was partly because of the construction on I-71 and partly because we missed our turn-off and ended up back-tracking from Akron. But it was an interesting ten hours in the motorhome.
In spite of its massive size, the motorhome wasn’t designed to transport seven people comfortably. Of course, Adam and Warren were going. Heaven would be on the arm of her boyfriend, and Amy needed an escort. Then there were Hannah, Dani, and me. Without having the slide-outs extended, the central aisle was narrow. There were the driver and passenger seats plus two traveling seats on swivels just behind them. The other three were limited to the dinette and bedroom. I knew that Maggie wanted to come along, but there was no way that would work. This was a family outing.
The three guys and Amy took one-hour shifts driving. I’m sorry to say that it was during my shift that we missed the turn-off to Oberlin and ended up in Akron. That didn’t really bother us much. What surprised us was finding Hannah, Danielle, and Jessica asleep together in the bedroom almost the entire way from Indianapolis to Akron. The Jessica who emerged from the bedroom when we finally got to Oberlin was relaxed and smiling.
When I saw her last summer, I thought she was too thin. She didn’t look completely healthy. Each time I’d seen her since, she had improved. The Jessica who ran off the bus into the arms of her best friend was almost the girl I knew growing up. She glowed.
Even though Oberlin was a comparatively small town, Amy and Adam maintained a high security alert. There was certainly not enough room in the motorhome for everyone to sleep. In order to keep the official appearances up, after we had dinner and talked until after ten, Jessica, Amy, Adam, and Warren went back to the bus. Hannah went home with her sister. Dani and I ended up in a motel room by ourselves.
“How are you feeling about life on the ranch?” I asked as we toweled off after our shower. Dani hugged me.
“I love being on the ranch and being in the casa. I feel so free. And I get to cook a lot. Can I continue to work on Young Cooking?” she said.
“Of course you can, love. And, Dani… If your sisters want to come to the ranch for the summer, they can. It will be a little chaotic with the whole clan home, but we’re running production camp again during second summer term. That means we’ll be recording two shows every day for six weeks. We’re cutting Elaine’s schedule to just one a day. This whole shooting two a day schedule was really hard on her. Not to mention the fact that getting a new studio audience out here in the boondocks is no picnic. But, anyway… I know you miss your sisters.”
“I do. Even as bossy as Debbie is, I love her. And Dorothy is always sweet to me. I’ll ask them to help on the show if that’s okay.”
“It will be a little ragged for a while. Unlike Chick Chat and Dance Fit, our agreement with the school is to maintain Young Cooking as student produced and directed. That means that I’m going to have two new producers, two new directors, two new crews on cameras and sound for the summer. I’d like to keep my kitchen staff as consistent as I can,” I said.
“We’ll have Mary, too, won’t we?”
“Absolutely.” Dani rolled into my arms in bed and we proceeded to let our hands explore each other, occasionally rubbing our cheeks together or kissing a shoulder or head.
“Mmm. Rub my tummy. My period starts tomorrow and my tummy feels a little crampy. I like it so much when you rub me there.” I liked it, too. Dani stretched and curled and stretched as I worked my way down her torso to rub her tummy. Of course, I didn’t just rub her stomach and the area around her ovaries and uterus that I’d discovered was where most girls cramped. I also continued to stroke her whole chest and down her thighs. I never focused on her pussy, but didn’t avoid it either. As I petted and rubbed, Dani moaned and her hips came up off the bed slightly. When I pressed against her mound, she pressed back.
“Dani, is this too much?” I asked.
“Brian… I know… we’re not like lovers… but when it gets to this time of month I want… I need… I have to touch myself. Or… If it’s not too gross, you could,” she whispered.
“Honey, we are lovers. Just different than others. I’ll do anything for you I can. Would you like me to touch you and make you come?”
“Yes, please. It’s nice when someone else does it and I miss my sisters.” My head was immediately filled with the vision of Dolly’s mouth descending on Debbie’s open pussy. I hardened as I probed Dani’s folds and found her slit wet and welcoming. In the months we’d been together, I’d only petted the surface of her mound and had never let my fingers dip into her warm depths. Her bush was neatly trimmed, the way the sisters kept them. Her little nipples hardened and I dipped my head to capture one and love it with my tongue. Dani’s vocalizations were soft and accompanied by the rocking of her hips up to my fingers. I focused on her clit until she pressed forward and almost inaudibly rasped, “In. In.” Two fingers slipped up into her sex and I curled them forward. Dani stiffened slightly and let out a long low moan as she came. She rolled toward me, trapping my fingers inside her as she hugged me.
With my free hand, I petted her hair. What I said was true. We were lovers. I just never thought of her in a sexual way, even when we were cuddling and petting each other. Except now—with my fingers still in her wet sex—I couldn’t help but think of her that way as well. When she’d caught her breath, she placed a little kiss on my chest and sighed.
“Thank you. I’m… I’m afraid I’m pretty messy down there right now. We should wash off and I need a tampon.” She was right. It was pretty messy, but we stepped into the shower quickly and rinsed off again. She got a tampon and inserted it rapidly as if I wasn’t even there. It is less fun to towel off after you’ve already used three of the four towels. I let her have the dry one.
“You’re still hard,” she said. “I suppose it’s difficult to masturbate a girl and not get an erection. Let me take care of it for you.” We lay back down in bed and she went through the same motions I’d gone through with her, rubbing my stomach and bumping into my hard cock. Using light touches to pet me from my chin to my knees, running her hand gently over my erection. It was so gentle that I thought I might go to sleep before I came. And finally, gripping me, she smeared my copious pre-come over my shaft. I clutched her to me and she latched onto my nipple. I began pumping.
And then I began sleeping.
Sarah’s commencement was lovely. Unlike IU, there were only a little over 500 students in Sarah’s graduating class. Antonia Hernandez from Los Angeles was the speaker and received an honorary doctorate. She was a lawyer and headed a Mexican-American legal and education group. I think that Bloomington is probably the most liberal place in Indiana, but IU doesn’t hold a candle to Oberlin when it comes to a long history of social activism. It was pretty wild.
When we left Oberlin, Jessica wanted to ride with Sarah. So did Hannah. Amy wasn’t about to let her charge out of her sight. We loaded all Sarah’s gear in the bus to transport to Bloomington. With her degree in hand, Sarah was leaving Oberlin. The four girls got into Sarah’s blue Mercedes after hugging and kissing the Gordons goodbye, and we followed them in the motorhome. Warren had made a trip to AAA on Saturday morning and picked up new routing information that would allow us to miss the construction on I-71 and it only took us about seven hours to get back home.
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