Adventure Across Texas: An Erotic Adventures Book

by T. S. Hill

  Titty girl? She isn’t there yet. But to sum it up for you Cowboy; yeah, if she had been a Miss Goody Two Shoes princess, like I first thought, the shots of cum in the face would have absolutely horrified, and freaked her out.”

  “Do you realize that you’re saying, that because that girl came on to me, you were willing to use my sexuality, and our relationship, to degrade and demean that girl?”

  “Yes. I realize all of that. I also realize that you were willing to be a part of that. That you were gratified in some way by letting her share in our intimacy, at least in a voyeuristic way. Evidently it bothered you to some degree when she got physically close. Then at least you made some sound to alert me. But, following that, you let me direct her hand to your dick, and become an intimate part of our exchange.

  She was a part of what eventually got you off. She and I were both a part of evoking that whole load of cum that you shot in her face. Because jealousy got a grip on me, I meant to defame, degrade, and demean her. But in the end, I essentially invited her in for tea! I don’t know if I knocked her out because I was angry at her, due to jealously, or if it was because I was angry at myself!”

  “Lori? Don’t beat yourself up over this. As you pointed out, I’ve got some accountability to share in this whole thing too. Quite a bit.”

  “Cowboy, I’m just freaked. I thought that we loved each other. That we didn’t need anybody but each other, but still, you let that little slut through the door into our liaison, and I coaxed her almost completely into our bedroom! What the fuck is wrong with me?”

  “Calm down Sweetheart! You’re letting childhood crazy concepts, and morals, tear you apart. Maybe what we need to be doing is looking at this from our own perspective; a nonjudgmental perspective, and maybe a perspective that you nor I have ever consciously considered. I probably don’t really know what the fuck I’m talking about, but here goes. Are you ready?”

  “Talk to me Cowboy. I can’t think, but I can listen.”

  “Lori consider this. I didn’t, and still don’t, know a fucking thing about that little blonde librarian. You didn’t either, except for her shoes, which turned out to be misleading. But honestly, yes, I was physically attracted to her. Was I mentally attracted to her? Not likely. Spiritually attracted to her? Not at all! So, it was just physical.

  That doesn’t meet the level of being in love with someone, nor even wanting to associate with them, let alone, spending time in deep conversation with them. Sharing my thoughts with them? No! Sharing my heart with them? Out of the question! Wanting to become one with them in a spiritual way? Not in this life!

  All it means is there was a physical attraction! Period! Raw, physical, get my nut off on this bitch, physical! That was it! What you said about the “princess syndrome”, just turned a key in my mind! There is a world of difference between, say me feeling lust for the physical body of that library girl, and me being drawn to your very essence and soul, to become one with you. A world of fucking difference.”

  “Cowboy, I sorta see what you’re talking about, but at the same time, I’m struggling with my mental concept of one man, one woman, physically, mentally, and spiritually. But then I’ve had these conflicts! I don’t know what the fuck to think!”

  “Let me just roll something else by you, right quick, and then I think it best we just let this whole matter sleep, at least until we get a better grasp on what is going on within us in its totality.”

  “Go ahead Cowboy. You can’t do, or say, anything that will confuse me anymore than I’m already feeling.”

  “Lori, please don’t get pissed off at what I am about to say, and please understand, that what I am about to speak of, is just a loose theory on my part. I’m not making accusations. I’m not judging. I’m just throwing out something for you to consider. You okay with that?”

  “Yes. Sure.”, she replied in a hesitant voice.

  “I need you to also know, that anyway that you come out on this, that I’m going to be okay with it. I’m going to love you just the same, no matter what. Do you understand the unconditional terms that I’m laying out here?”

  “I think so Cowboy, but if I don’t, when the time comes, just slap me, and make me understand.”

  “Okay, I won’t slap you, but there is an even bigger risk here. Lori, I saw, and heard, the way that you seduced that library girl into our liaison. I know that you wanted to wreak vengeance on her for ignoring you, and coming on to your man, and generally dissing you. I know that you were angry, and that you wanted to hurt her. Not kill her! But definitely hurt her.”

  “Yep. That’s for sure!”, Lori responded.

  “I also heard, and saw, the way, that you, kept hypnotically, whispering her in; coaxing her, like a fish on a line. You kept telling her “Closer! Don’t you want the secret, so that you can get the cock? Closer.” Close enough for you to tell her that my cock was your cock, didn’t require that you get her so close that her tits were touching your chest. Close enough to smack the living shit out of her, didn’t require that your and her breasts be mashed into each other, and that her ear was totally against your lips, and her body pressed in against yours.

  Or, that your right hand, yes it caught sight of it, was on her ass pulling her in to you.” I went silent for a few seconds, and when Lori tried to speak, I put my hand over her mouth, and I could feel in my fingertips, her retreat from speaking. When I knew that she wouldn’t interrupt, I began again.

  “Lori, I think that if you haven’t already considered it, and I know that you probably have, that you should consider, or maybe recognize, that you have bisexual tendencies. You also need to know that I’m okay with that. I don’t feel threatened by it, or turned off by it, at all. At this point, I know, and feel in my gut, and am willing to trust, that I am the one person that you love in this world. If you are physically attracted to another woman, I understand that too.

  What I hope is, that you understand that I feel the same way about you, and about everything else. You are the one person that I love in this whole world, no matter who, or what I may find physically attractive. What I think actually happened in this instance at the library, was that yes you got jealous of the attractive, library girl, with the big tits, coming on to me. And, this isn’t easy for me to admit either, but yes, I found her attractive, in a physical way. And in addition to you being jealous of all that, you were attracted to her too.

  And, honestly, I think that’s why things went the way they did.” At that point, Lori reached out with both of her hands and grabbed mine, squeezing them as hard as I imagined that she could. Then she put her face down to the table, and continued to hold my hands tightly. I resumed telling her what had surfaced in my mind.

  “It wasn’t that we don’t love each other, Lori. It wasn’t that our spirits aren’t joined at whatever spirits have to join with. We both know that it wasn’t because we aren’t physically drawn to each other like fucking super magnets. It was just because, maybe, that’s the way we’re made. And if that’s the way we’re made Lori, then that’s the way I’ll love you, now, and forever.”

  “Lori, I love you. I’m in love with you. That’s never going to change. And I hope, with all my heart, that you love me in the same way. Can you understand and acknowledge that for me?” She raised her head. Tears were streaming down her face. She held my hands in a squeeze that was tighter than ever.

  “Cowboy, no one has ever known me like you do, nor loved me like you love me. Not even my Dad, and that’s saying a hell’uva lot! I can’t deny anything that you’ve said. Not one thing. Oh my God! I can’t believe that you would still love me.” She fell silent for at least a couple of minutes, if not more.

  “Lori, there’s one more thing. I’ve never been in quite the situation that this was today, where two women were so comfortable with touching and sharing their intimacy with each other, even if you did want to bust her face. And, you would think that I would probably not like the woman I love, to be in the middle of that kind of scen
ario. But, honestly, while I was feeling that I shouldn’t be liking it, I actually found that I did.

  I liked it more than I was comfortable with. Which is also a big contributor to my uneasiness right now. I don’t know if I should be ashamed of being turned on by it, or just accept that I actually liked it. We’ve got some sorting to do Lori, and whatever I can do to help sort it for us, I want you to know that I’m willing, and here for you.”

  Lori was silent for a minute, and then spoke very quietly but deliberately, “Cowboy, I need you to cum in my face! I need to even things out with that titty girl.”

  “Lori, it’s going to be okay.”, I told her.

  “I want you to cum in my face.”, she said firmly. “I need that! I need you to cum in my face!”, she said excitedly, with her voice growing even louder.

  “Lori, it’s okay!”, I tried to assure her.

  “Cowboy! I’ve got to have this to balance things with myself!”, she practically shouted. And then before I could respond, she did shout out, “I really need you to cum in my face! All over my face! Across my eyes, my nose, my lips! I need to have your cum dripping off of my chin! Then, I can feel what I’m supposed feel like! Don’t you understand Cowboy? I don’t just want! I need! I need you to shoot loads of your cum, all over my face!”

  I about drew up in a knot. The elderly couple across from us were the only people in my line of view. The old lady looked at us and smiled, and the guy, grinning, gave me a big, thumbs up.

  I didn’t feel like a thumb up. I felt like a big idiot, who may have just distressed his girlfriend over the edge of no return. I didn’t even know what to do next. For some unknown Freudian reason, I looked back at the old white-haired couple. The old guy waved his arm across the table and called out to me, “Get’er outta here, and go give her what she wants!” The old lady, was just looking at us and grinning. I guess not all old people are foggy minded, sticks in the mud after all. I’ve never acted on better advice in my life. I stood, taking Lori by the hand, and we left.

  I still wanted ice cream. We walked on in silence, and picked up cones at a little storefront counter shop, a couple of blocks beyond the sidewalk café. On our way back, our comments were mostly about the ice cream, and the sights that we were passing. When we passed the café on our return trip, I noticed that the old couple had left.

  When we reached the commons area, we sat on a bench to finish our cones, and relax. Right away, I noticed the young couple that we had watched at the café, cuddled against a nearby tree. The girl was leaning with her back to the tree, and the boy, facing her, was leaning in close to her, with his arm propped above her head.

  Their eyes locked together, they were whispering quietly to each other. The girl lifted her left hand from where it had been hanging by her side, and sliding it between their bodies began to stroke the guys cock through his pants. I elbowed Lori lightly and nodded in their direction.

  “I called that one wrong.”, Lori said.

  “Blow job?”

  “At the very least!”, she replied. “Who knows! He might even get laid tonight!”

  “What do you think my odds are for tonight?”, I asked. Lori placed her hand over my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.

  “What do you think, Cowboy?”

  “Blow job?”

  “At the very least!”, she replied.

  All the way back to the hotel, Lori teased me with suggestive talk, and flirty touches. In the solitude of the elevator, we were kissing and pawing at each other, so that by the time we reached our suite, we were both feverish with our desire. Lori quickly moved the remaining stacks of my papers from the bed to the chairs, dresser, and floor. Then she stripped, and laid on her back across the bed sideways, with her head hanging off the edge of the mattress.

  “Cowboy!”, she called to me. “Get naked!”

  Already ahead of her, I stepped up beside her dangling golden curls and replied, “I am!”

  “Ouu!”, she cooed delightedly. Reaching for my cock and balls with both hands, she gently began fondling them. “Come around here.”, she said, guiding me with her hands until I was standing over her face. Pulling my cock downward Lori took a large portion of it into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. Pulling it back out from between her pretty lips, she spoke to me again, “Cowboy, I’m serious as a heart attack, I want it all, in my face, and my mouth. I want you to give me everything that you’ve got.”

  “Oh, you’ll get it, Sweetheart!”, I groaned back at her, as she roughly plunged my cock back into her mouth. For the next few minutes, she used her tongue, her lips, her teeth, and hands to totally work me into a frenzy. When she sensed my cock’s head flaring in her mouth, as a final precursor to my orgasm, she pulled my cock from her mouth, rolled over on her stomach and aimed its head at her wide-open mouth.

  My first surge of cum shot to the back of her throat, and she closed her mouth. Keeping my cock aimed at her face, she continued to jerk it wildly, and moved it around her face. The second, third, fourth and fifth surges of cum, splattered and oozed from her eyelids to her chin, and everywhere in between.

  When the cum had ceased to spurt, she began rubbing my spent cock all about her face. And then, taking it back into her mouth, she milked anything left from it, as she pulled it from between her delicate pink lips. Cradling my balls in one hand, she looked up at me and began licking any stray or dripping cum from around her mouth. Wiping an oozing puddle, from beside her nose with her free index finger, she eyed it hungrily. Moaning, she plunged the cum loaded finger deep into her mouth. Continuing to moan, she slowly pulled the finger from between her tightly closed lips, retaining the cum for her tongue.

  Releasing my balls from her gentle grasp, Lori rolled over on her back once again. She reached with her right hand toward her crotch, and arching her hips to meet it, began caressing and stroking her pussy’s lips. Looking down into her cum drenched face, her eyes glazed and her nostrils flaring, I was moved by the power that her need for me had over her. Planting my mouth over hers, we kissed deeply. My cum squished between our cheeks, and when our kiss broke, it pulled at our skin as though to keep us glued to each other.

  I climbed over her writhing body, and gently took away her hand that was toying her pussy. Then, for the second time that day, I pressed my mouth against her sweetness and pushed my tongue between it’s wet lips. Working my tongue along the inside of her pussy’s lips, I moved upward until her clit touched my tongue’s tip. Lori gripped my ass cheek and leg, wrapping her legs around my head.

  Thrusting her pelvis upward, she ground her clit against my tongue, and began clenching her whole body, as she cried out in ecstasy. Her orgasm passing through her body in waves, and the tight clasp of her legs around my head, urged me to focus all of my energy through my tongue to please her. Her orgasmic scream erupted, then subsided slowly, as her body melted to limpness.

  After a few minutes, she stirred and spoke, “Cowboy, I love you! You’ve got to be the fucking greatest lover ever!”

  “Thank you, mam.”, I replied, placing one last kiss on her pussy’s lips. I turned around on the bed and laid beside her, looking into her eyes. “I don’t know which I love the most.”, I told her. “Your beautiful lips or your beautiful eyes. I think that the answer is, that I love everything about you Lori Parsons.”

  She put her arms around my neck and hugged me close. “Cowboy, you are one wonderful man! I couldn’t do without you now. I’m sorry for the trouble I caused today. Really, really, sorry!”

  “Shush!”, I told her. “Remember, Lori Parsons, don’t ever be sorry.” We kissed again and then, I think, catnapped briefly. When we did pry ourselves from the bed, Lori went to shower. I put on one of the hotel’s bathrobes, and tinkered around with the new computer, familiarizing myself with its features. When Lori came out of the shower, we chatted for a while about nothing serious, and soon went to bed, and fast asleep.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Unraveling Our Own Tangles


  The point where idealism meets with reality is the same spot, where the wall between perceived good and evil crumble.

  The next morning, we were awakened by a tapping on the door. The day before, and secretly from Lori, I had left an order with room service, for a special breakfast to be delivered with flowers. I answered the door in my robe, and when everything was set, returned to the bedroom to get Lori. Five minutes later, after wake-up kisses, her potty run, and my coaxing her into a bathrobe, I got her into the dining area.

  Lori saw the exquisite set up, food, and huge vase of flowers in the center of the table, and gasped, “Oh, my!” Then, turning to me with an incredulous look on her face, asked, Cowboy did you order all of this?”

  “Hmm, yesterday.”, I replied a bit sheepishly.

  “It’s so beautiful and nice! I’m overwhelmed!”, she bubbled. “Why? What’s the occasion? Do you know something that I don’t?”

  “I was going to play with you, but instead, I’m just going to tell you.”, I replied.

  “Today, at around five thirty or so, give or take an hour, we will celebrate having known each other for one week.”

  “Oh Cowboy! This is just the sweetest!”, she chirped, throwing her arms around me and burrowing her head into my chest. That exact moment alone, was worth the expense of the breakfast and flowers. She seemed to be absolutely thrilled by the gesture, which I had been afraid, might be taken as lame. I patted myself on the back for this one, and hugged her close.

  We were almost finished with breakfast, when the local newspaper was slid under the door. Lori liked to read these, every morning while I showered, but I paid little attention to news or sports. I had found, years earlier, that seldom would either news, or sports, have any direct impact on my life, or any influence on my decisions. Lori jumped up and retrieved the paper, offering me the front half. Just to be polite, and somewhat out of curiosity, I took the front-page section, and began scanning over the headlines.