by DJ Wilson
“Lay back for me, please,” I directed, placing her feet against my shoulders, revealing a glistening honey pot begging to be devoured. Burying my face, my tongue, my lips inside her, I drew into my mouth the nectar of my making. Purposely, methodically, I teased her clit making exaggerated circles with the pointed tip of my tongue, my hands continuing to massage her cheeks. Long, deliberate wide gliding licks up and down her labia propelled Victoria to involuntarily dig her fingernails into my scalp each time I swept a sensitive area. This is my calling, I mused, there’s no better place to be, buried tongue deep in a woman up to my eyeballs who just so happens to be my friend.
Something has inherently changed in this man. The passion and the lust have gone from his eyes. I see tranquility. D is relishing in me, pleasuring me, enjoying me for me. He’s giving me what I wanted — needed — in this twisted relationship. What did he say, kindred spirits? Drifting into a far off dimension, my overstuffed closet of well-worn thoughts lifted, allowing me to appreciate every sensation he was creating in me, a woman with needs. Gone was the busyness and gamesmanship I equated with mutual satisfaction in sex. This was about me, about D … enraptured in me. I could get used to this. My body, a slave to his techniques, no longer responded to my desires. It was responding to his overwhelming desire to make me climax, multiple times — which I did, to his delight ... and mine.
Chapter 45
Rising from the carpeted floor and moving to the bed, I longed to finish what Victoria had started minutes earlier when my current iPhone on the nightstand began vibrating repeatedly.
My legs quivering, the after effects of his pleasantly pleasing tongue opened to receive him. His damn phone is ringing! “There’s no way in hell you’re going to answer that. Is there?”
I looked bitten. “I’m sorry. I always turn it off.” Except this time I didn’t. Why? Glancing, nonchalantly at my phone, I saw it was Candi calling me back. “I probably should answer this,” I muttered apologetically to Vic in an awkward moment of incredible insanity.
Who would have thought? “Go ahead, D. I’m sure you’re talented enough to talk and screw at the same time. Aren’t you, big boy?” I asked, determined to hold his hardness in my hand, guiding it deftly into me, before he could say no.
I picked up the phone and answered nonchalantly, hoping to mask my present entanglement.
“Candi,” I paused, taking a deep breath. “Is everything OK?”
“D, Jon David — whatever your name happens to be today — we need to talk. Really talk … without our emotions getting in the way.”
“Now is not a good time, Candi,” I replied, my body responding to the effects of Victoria’s legs wrapped around my hips, pushing and pulling her moist hot self on me.
“Are you riding?” asked Candi.
“You could say that.” What? Does this girl have, ESP? “Give me a few minutes to get to a place where I can stop and I’ll call you back.”
“Tell Victoria hi for me ... Bye,” quipped Candi, in a voice suddenly armed with an uncanny sixth sense. Female karma maybe?
D is so busted. Wrapping my arms around his neck and daring him to stop, I whispered, “Hurry, D, come for me. Then you can call her back.”
I faked it, my first with this auburn-haired, vivacious vixen. Rocking and rolling on the bed for the next few minutes, I exaggerated my release inside her, my mind thousands of miles away. “I shouldn’t have answered the phone, that was not fair to you.”
“Fair to me? It wasn’t fair to you. You thoroughly satisfied me, this was all about satisfying you.” Rolling off the bed, I grabbed my clothes, ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. I wanted D to know I was upset. But I wasn’t; really I wasn’t. What hold this girl has over him I’ll never know. My woo-hoo, as he calls it, is just as hot as hers. Geez!
Way to go, putz! You’ve agitated the two women you care about most in less than five minutes. You’re on a roll! You’re shooting snake eyes with your one-eyed monster to be exact. Quickly dressing and against my better judgment, I left Vic stewing in the bathroom to go outside and be verbally accosted by the other woman scorned.
I am a glutton for punishment. What can I say? I pressed send.
“Hi, Candi. Where were we?”
“Hi, D. I hope I didn’t make you stop riding just to call me back.”
If you only knew… “It’s fine, Candi. I needed a ... break.”
“You sleeping with Vic is none of my business. Really, it’s not. I mean you’re a desirable man; she’s a beautiful woman. I got it. I am jealous, but not like you think. I wish it was me instead of her you were sleeping with ... screwing — whatever. I miss you.”
“Stop rationalizing, Candi. It should bother you. ... That is, if you still care. Your Joey porn sure as hell bothered me. Vic comforted me the best way she knew how. I’m sure Joey did the same for you.”
“You stop it! Joseph is crazy jealous of you. He manipulates people and he’s good at it. He wants us back the way we used to be using any means necessary. It’s not happening. Don’t you get it, having sex with him was the only way I could prove to him it’s over between you and me. I don’t want it to be. I pray you don’t want it to be. It’s not ... .is it? If I could see you, talk to you ... we could find our way through this. Anyplace, anywhere ... you name it, I’ll be there.”
“I don’t know if it’s over or not. I’m complicated; you’re even more complicated. I would like to see you again, Candi. Right now it’s a good three days before I get home. I can’t make any promises. All I can tell you is I’ll try. Even then, I’m not so sure we can heal this circle of trust. It makes my head hurt just thinking what you’re going to say next. You’ve made being us damn near impossible.” I paused, allowing my last statement to sink in as another thought emerged. “Not to change the subject, but since we were speaking of home, did you find out any more about who specifically might be looking for me?”
“I’ve dug around as much as I dare without tipping my hand. Donny has gone MIA. No one has seen him since he checked himself out of the hospital in Calgary. The last person to talk to him that I know of was ... eh ... Joseph.”
“That’s convenient. Guess he can’t take a joke, especially since it cost him a few front teeth. By now, I’m sure he knows just enough about Victoria and Sioux City to be dangerous. Thanks for the heads up. Vic may need to take another trip when we get back. Won’t she be thrilled? Speaking of Vic, I need to go. I’m sure she’s wondering where I ran off to. I’ll try to touch base with you in the next couple of days. K?”
“’K. If I learn anymore, I’ll call you and text immediately. I’m sorry that I’ve messed up your life. What I wouldn’t give to have a do-over with you. Bye, baby.”
Chapter 46
I took my time walking back to the room. I savored the baby endearment Candi closed with. Haven’t heard that too much lately. It was just an innocuous word that meant the world to me at the beginning of our now tumultuous and maligned relationship.
Enough of this ongoing fantasy. Right now, I’d best suck up to Vic. It was a jaw-dropping moment as I entered our room. Victoria was sprawled gloriously naked on the bed, smiling brightly. Her right hand expertly drove the BOA as it hummed along on high.
“Don’t just stand there with your tongue hanging out ... finish it.” Knowing I had his utmost attention, I turned off the BOA and tossed it on the bed. Spreading my legs as far as my hands would allow, “I’ve kept it warm and wet for you.”
Speechless, robbed of any reasonable comeback, “I thought we did finish, girlfriend ... I finished.”
“Liar. You might have faked me with your moans, your groans, but your residuals never lie. There were none. Finish in me,” I directed, wiggling my inviting hoo-ha, before his lust filled eyes, “or I will finish on you. Your choice. Don’t look so pristine and proper. We’re friends, remember? I’ve told you, I’m all for you going back and trying to make it work with Candi. I don’t think it will, but you can try. In the meantim
e, drop ’em and ride me hard like you do that bike of yours. I’m your kindred spirit, your like mind, D. Think of this moment as the culmination of your out of body experience.”
Victoria was never going to take ‘No, not now; maybe later’ as an excuse while my jeans were sorely rising. What about Candi? You can’t do this, control yourself. But, I couldn’t. I’m a slut or so I’m told. Twisted is a better word. “I surrender,” I confessed, letting my pants fall where they lay, while I laid where I fell, on her, then in her. Riding Vic slowly and deeply, I pumped hard while she pushed harder, until our rhythmic motions carried me over the top, spilling into her the long sought out evidence of her making. I collapsed.
“There, that wasn’t so difficult was it, D? You needed release. Since I’m the releaser, it’s best you take advantage of it — of me — whatever.”
“You do have a way with words, girlfriend. Among other things...”
“Of course, among other things, D. I’m a talented, well-versed attorney, sporting a hungry mouth as well as a cheeky ass. Fortunately, you and only you have been on the receiving end of those last two attributes most men would die for.”
Slapping her firmly on one of her attributes, “thank you for the privilege and honor to partake of your delicacies,” I smirked, while dodging a barrage of pillows tossed my way.
“I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?”
“Of course you are.” We ordered in, two center-cut prime rib dinners with all the trimmings, watched a pay per view action movie and fell asleep, entwined like pretzels in each other’s arms.
Morning broke early at 5:30, allowing me a solitary escape to the hotel’s in house gym, before rousing the sleeping beauty. Fifteen minutes on the circuit, followed by thirty minutes on the elliptical was enough to get my heart pounding. Stopping by the coffee bar, I picked up a large black and green tea for me, and a Brava Latte for Victoria. Kissing her gently on the cheek while waving the Latte across her nose brought her out of a deep sleep. “Wake up, girlfriend. You’ve got a spa date at eight.”
I smiled. “What time is it, D?”
“Almost seven. You’ve got an hour before you go.”
“Come with me. I bet they have a couples massage for two.”
“I’ll pass. This is all about you. We need to leave immediately afterwards so don’t go getting too relaxed. I’m not going all the way to Sioux City tonight since it’s almost six hundred miles, but we do need to get as much windshield time in as possible.”
“I can skip it if you want.”
“Nope, Victoria needs pampered and schmoozed. All that I can do for you is...”
“Oh, I know what you can do. And we have one more night for you to do it!” I winked, flicked my tongue across my lips and smiled.
“You weren’t kidding when you said the only way to keep you out of my pants was to get you home. I’m trying, girlfriend. ... So help me, I’m trying.”
Chapter 47
I was dressed, packed and loaded by nine, waiting for Vic by the bike when she bounded joyfully through the front door, her radiance inferring success.
“Thank you, D. That was wonderful. Now ... I’m more than ready to ride!”
“We ride,” I exclaimed, bringing the bike to life and driving south on Lord Selkirk Highway for 60 miles before the road turned into U.S. I-29 at the border. Passing easily through U.S. Customs into North Dakota gave me an instantaneous sigh of relief. The trepidation that immediately followed was my not knowing what lay ahead — for me, for Vic, for Candi.
I set the throttle lock on 80 mph and we cruised straight through the rolling, barren hills of ‘scenic’ North Dakota to Grand Forks before stopping at the Pilot / Flying J. Truck Stop. Rigs of all lengths, loaded with drilling equipment and supplies, filled the parking lot as far as the eye could see. We were in the middle of history, the Bakken Oil Fields, brimming with black gold providing thousands of jobs for those brave enough to endure the frigid desolate winters here.
“How are you holding up, girlfriend? You’ve been quiet all morning. Care to tell me what’s wrong?”
Of course I’ve been quiet. Who wouldn’t be, knowing our pseudo whirlwind romance is coming to an end? “I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking. You realize, we’ll be home tomorrow? All the turmoil that we’ve evaded in Canada the last few days is about to slap us silly. Our fairy tale ride will be over and we’ll have to start slaying those nasty old dragons that surfaced while we’ve been gone. It depresses me. Welcome back to the real world, ready or not.”
“I envy you, Victoria. Just think, your new world is ahead of you. A blank canvas, compliments of me, thank you, that is all yours and yours alone to dream and do as you desire.”
“D, I’m grateful. You’re welcome to be a part of it. Excuse me. You are a part of it.”
“Copy that girlfriend, heavy baggage and all.” I wouldn’t wish my life upon anyone right now with all its uncertainties and twists and turns, especially Victoria. “Thank you, it’s refreshing to know somebody wants me for what’s inside, not just for my incredible looks.”
I laughed, looking at his flat, helmet hair, his wind-blown beard and his bug splattered leathers. “I’m hungry. Want to wine and dine me somewhere or will you settle for a delicious Subway since we’re already here?”
“Subway works for me. Order me something light, please. We need to ride another few hours to make sure I have you home by noon tomorrow.”
“Why noon, I don’t have a deadline?” I asked, backing away.
“Ah, but I do. I need to at least make St. Charles tomorrow night.” With Vic out of sight ordering lunch, I made reservations for us at a Holiday Inn Express in Watertown, SD, a short three hour ride to Sioux City. I followed that up with reservations at the Ameristar Casino in St. Charles, Missouri, just west of St. Louis.
Lastly, I texted Jim at WITSEC informing him of my location and my ETA to Tennessee:
Jim, in country. Estimated time home — two days. If we need to talk, call me after noon tomorrow. I’ll be in the truck and alone.
That should do it. Moving my bike from the fuel island, I pulled into the striped No Parking area by the front door. Vic was waiting on me in a booth with half a turkey, avocado club on whole wheat and an unsweetened tea. “Good choice, Vic. It’s scary how much we’re alike.”
You got that right. “Didn’t think you’d want dessert, at least for now. That’s what you have me for isn’t it big fella?” I winked, knowing I couldn’t be any more obvious of my intentions.
“Surely you jest, Victoria. After riding all day, on your numb ass and all, you’d still be willing to get frisky with me? Does that woo-hoo of yours ever get sore?”
Of course it does, tender to the touch when you’ve rode me hard and rough. “Hmmmm ... let me think … If it did, I’d never tell you.” By the look in his eyes, my sheepish grin gave me away.
“Liar, liar, panties on fire...”
“It’s worth it. You’re worth it. Hell, even I’m worth it,” I retorted, convincing us both that tonight there should be one final episode of togetherness.
Chapter 48
Three hours later as the sun slipped below the horizon we made Watertown, SD. All I knew about Watertown was its exit on the interstate, featuring The Terry Redline Art Center and Museum. The hotel, a block down 172nd Ave had a surprising number of restaurants nearby.
“This will more than suffice, won’t it, Vic?” I asked trying to be polite. I’d made up my mind to stay here, regardless of her reply. “Besides I get points.”
“Holiday Inn? Seriously, D? They don’t have big soaking tubs.”
“Ah, but they do have luxurious pillows and firm, comfortable beds. I can attest to that.”
“Good point,” I exclaimed. “I know how you so prefer king beds over tubs when you’re making love to Royalty.” Give it a rest, Victoria. He damn well knows your intentions and his capabilities. If the truth be known you’re in-satiated with him because you’re jealous ... of Candi ... and s
he’s not even here.
“You’re a quick study. I believe I’ve told your highness that before. Check us in if you please.” Bowing before her, my right hand, sweeping downward, then upward, “your man servant will caress and carry your soft and supple ... um ... bags to your room.” Made her smile, good boy!
Unstrapping our gear, I stowed the tie downs in the right saddlebag where I’d thrown my phone from earlier this morning. It was vibrating and beeping multiple sounds, signaling voice mails, missed calls and UN-retrieved texts. To my chagrin, it showed six missed calls, six new texts and three voice mails. Three missed calls from Candi, two from Jim and one from Greg. Onto the texts: three from Jim, three from Candi and one voice mail, respectively, from each of the three. Isn’t it good to be back in the good ole U.S. of A. where we’re always connected whether we choose to be or not?
Candi’s texts in order:
Call me.
I have news, call me.
Donny is somewhere in St. Louis.
Jim’s texts in order:
Call me.
Can’t wait, talk today.
Our deep cover sources informed me that someone is seriously looking for you. Time to relocate.
Pure joy. I know for sure we weren’t followed since we left Calgary. No one, and I mean, no one knew where we were going ... not even me. Relocate? Yeah, right!
It was after 8 o’clock Eastern when I dialed Candi. It rang once before going to voice mail ... figures. Jim, by now, is home with his family. It can wait until tomorrow. He’s given me a heads-up. That’s more than enough.
I listened to Greg’s excited voice mail, disregarding the other two. He’d sold over a third of the diamonds yesterday, and raised more than enough money for Missy with a few thousand left over for Debra’s trip. Listening further, Missy was scheduled to make the trip to Children’s Hospital by week’s end. Excellent. Good news always outweighs the bad in my book — any time, anywhere.