Desert Trading Post

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  She said, “Dave, Sweetie, I have so much that you need to know about me. But I’m so tired. And thrilled and excited. Dave, I haven’t been with a guy, except for those times filming that I told you about, since six months before my divorce. No boyfriends, no dates. In the shower a little while ago was the first time I’d wanted to have sex with a guy in over five years. I had plenty of orgasms and even with the girls, but that was sex, not desire. You are the first man I’ve wanted. And I didn’t want the girls either. It was work. Trust me. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the first and only guy I’d ever want.”

  I said, “What about Tim?”

  She said, “Well, that was kind of proof, right? Wasn’t me calling out his name evidence that he’s the last one I’d been with? Willingly? I got confused. I’ll tell you about it later. Oh, I think someone’s here.”

  There was a knock at the door, and before I could move, Courtney opened the door and there was the pizza delivery. It was a woman. Courtney was naked and so was I and the girl had a nearly unobstructed view of the bed where I was lying.

  Courtney said, “Oh, good. I’m famished. Everything’s paid for right? And your tip?”

  The girl said, “Yes ma’am. All paid. Um, wow! You are really beautiful.”

  Courtney said, “You think so? Thanks. That’s sweet. Hey, do you want to see my husband?”

  The girl looked shocked but then grinned. I was mortified as Courtney stepped aside and the delivery girl peeked around her to look at me. She smiled and gave me a wink, supposedly thinking that I wasn’t so bad.

  Courtney took the pizza box and said, “Thanks so much. Have a nice night,” and closed the door.

  She beamed at me and said, “See? Let’s eat!”

  She put the pizza down on the bed and sat on her knees and opened the box and grabbed a piece. Based on the moan that she gave when she took the first bite, I had to assume that it was good. Of course, she was hungry and that always made food taste better.

  After two pieces, she said, “Dave Honey, I’m so tired. Do you have an extra T-shirt or something? Will you help me go to the bathroom and brush my teeth again?”

  We got ready for bed and Courtney was asleep in under two minutes from the time we pulled the bedspread over ourselves.

  Right before she drifted off, she said, “If you get up in the middle of the night, wake me up. Don’t leave me in bed alone.”

  Apparently, she was afraid that if she woke up by herself that she might panic again.

  It was only seven o’clock. I guess I’d picked her up about ten this morning. All this in nine hours or so. It had been quite a day.

  I was trying to process it. I was struggling with the tension between safety and curiosity. Part of me loved what was happening. Another part questioned how it could possibly be safe or secure. I wanted to live in the adventure. Safety and security were things that involved the future. Any kind of worry normally was. Adventure was in the present. I didn’t want to be foolish though. All I had to go on was my intuition, my desire, and Courtney’s assurance that she meant me no harm. I believed her. But her assurance that she didn’t mean to harm me didn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t.

  So, I tried to evaluate the risk. What could go wrong? I thought that we were probably safe from any threats from her…let’s call them ‘captors.’ They were out of the picture for now. What other potential threats were there? Assuming that Courtney was no threat, anyway. For one thing, I could get hurt emotionally. But could I? That was up to me. There was the threat of Courtney and I hurting each other. But what if we didn’t? And the amount of damage would really be minimal. I was a pretty straight and sensible guy. Nothing that happened was going to make me suicidal or send me to a mental hospital. I wasn’t going to suffer a mental breakdown, no matter what happened. If things headed that way, I’d recognize it long before it happened. Yeah, this was all sudden, but it was also amazingly fun. For Pete’s sake, Courtney had just greeted the pizza girl in the buff and gave her a look at me as well. That could be a concern to me. Courtney continued to assure me that she didn’t have a promiscuous nature, but given her most recent career, it was a little tough to really trust her on that.

  Whoa! Hang on a second. When she had opened the door, she had said, “do you want to see my husband”. What was she playing at? Was she assuming that we were going to be married? Was she delusional and thinking that we already were? Or, more likely, was she just using that as a story for the pizza girl? I wondered what the girl thought. I wouldn’t have blamed her if she thought that Courtney was about to try to lure her into a threesome. Damn, what was Courtney really doing? She wasn’t doing that, obviously. Or was she?

  I thought that I could understand it, or at least rationalize it. Here’s what I thought, or hoped, was actually going on. Courtney liked the feeling of being naked. She liked the feeling of me watching her and looking at her. I thought that maybe it wasn’t quite that she was an exhibitionist. There was another, less broken, explanation. I sure hoped that I was right. Being naked, and have me, or the pizza girl, see her that way was an expression of erotic playfulness that gave Courtney a thrill. Not necessarily a sexual thrill. Well, maybe it was a sexual thrill, but maybe not a fantasy of being either exposed or humiliated or powerless. I think that she got excited by the freedom. The honesty. The lack of self-consciousness and the freedom to feel safe, even while naked. It wasn’t about danger for her, assuming that I had any of this right. People lose their inhibitions when they are having fun. If we’d been at a pool party and everyone was having a great time and laughing and playing, it wouldn’t be unheard of for there to be some playful accidental nudity. Physical nudity or emotional nudity. If the mood was right, a girl pulling off her top to sunbathe would be natural. I thought that maybe Courtney was just easily aroused that way. Not sexually aroused, but joyful fun aroused. Of course, that could lead easily to sexual arousal as well. Like what I had thought about people getting horny at rock concerts. They were having fun, their inhibitions fell away, and their emotional arousal turned into sexuality. It’s just how it worked. Courtney had fun in the shower. She felt safe and horny with me. It would be fun to just answer the door in the nude and then send whoever was there away as if it were perfectly natural. And, as it turned out, it sort of was. I didn’t even feel that weird about the pizza girl seeing me nude. She didn’t seem to mind.

  Nope, it was a game. Nobody got hurt and everyone enjoyed it. Nudity could be weird and uncomfortable, but the way Courtney had played it, it was just fun. Actually, now that it was over, I realized that it was really fun for me, too. All three of us had played a safe and exciting game and nobody got hurt.

  As far as what we were going to do tomorrow, I probably needed a plan. I guessed that we’d need to get Courtney some more clothes. And a hairdryer. I’d need to plan things so that she was never left alone, even in a locked room with me standing outside. Not even hidden by a shower curtain. I’d pretend that we were wearing handcuffs and I’d try to never be where she couldn’t see me. I’d never pooped with someone else in the room, but we’d work it out, I supposed.

  Beyond that, I’d needed to see about Courtney’s old life and how to make adjustments to a new one. Did she have ID? Did she have debts or credit cards? Did she have a phone? Would anyone be trying to find her and did she need to tell anyone that she was safe? Could someone still be pursuing us?

  Planning was something I did. I always had a plan. It made adventure safer when you could mitigate the risks and know what your contingencies were.

  Right now, I didn’t really even know who Courtney was. And part of the reason for my trip was to work out who I was. And now we had to find out who we were together and what our relationship was going to be. As I thought about it, I realized that all of that could be discovered as we went, rather than figuring it out in advance. Yeah, that was a matter for discovery, not trying to define it artificially.

  So, back to what I knew right now. One, Courtney was kind and
wonderful. She treated me well. She was honest and open. What else? She had nice tits. That was an understatement. She thought that I was handsome and had a nice penis. She enjoyed sex with me in a way that no one else ever had.

  It occurred to me that maybe this was like that girlfriend that I had told her about who needed to be married more than she specifically loved me. Was that what was happening with Courtney? She needed to be rescued. But, she’d offered several times to let me off the hook and let me leave her wherever was convenient. No, I think that she had told the truth. She had seen me at the rest stop and had been attracted to me, not because she needed me, but because she thought that she would like me. Love at first sight. Why not. It wasn’t so far fetched. Like she had said, it was only unreasonable if you assume that the person has explained the feelings away before they were allowed to be explored. If I thought that Courtney “should have” thought things through and come to the conclusion that her attraction to me was stupid, then I’d think that her feelings couldn’t be real. But if she just felt what she felt and went along with it, then nothing made more sense than for her to jump in my car and see where it would take her. I was OK with that.

  I fell asleep about nine, thinking about how we’d made love in the shower. How she’d used the word ‘fuck’ in ways that I’d never heard but very much wanted to hear again. I’d probably have a raging hard-on when I woke up.

  Chapter 5 - Cleaning up

  I did. I was rock hard and ready to burst when I woke up. But it wasn’t what I’d expected. It wasn’t anything I’d ever experienced before. Yeah. I had a morning erection, but instead of it just feeling hard and swollen and lonely, poking up at the sheets, it was hot and wet and buried between Courtney’s lips!

  I exclaimed urgently, “Courtney! You don’t have to do that!”

  I felt her pull off for an instant and I heard her say, “Oh yes I do. Just enjoy it. Let go. Show me that you enjoy it. Come for me!” and I felt her engulf me with her mouth again.

  I must have been really close by the time I woke up because I started spurting a few seconds later. Courtney’s head was under the covers and I couldn't see her at all, and somehow I didn’t do a thing to warn her that I was about to erupt in ecstasy. I hardly knew this woman. What was she expecting at a time like this? Did she want a warning? Did she want to pull off and finish me with her hand? And didn’t she say that she didn’t like oral sex?

  I didn’t actually have time to think about any of that until after it was too late to make a difference. As I started my orgasm, I felt Courtney suck hard and her body stiffened against my body and I could feel her buck a little bit. Did she just climax, too? I think that she did.

  My climax was surprisingly strong. I’d just woken up and didn’t have any time to build any real anticipation. Apparently, Courtney had taken care of that while I was asleep.

  When I was finished convulsing, and after Courtney had taken a minute to suck me very thoroughly, she bounced up on top of me and climbed up my body and grinned. She planted a passionate kiss on my lips and forced her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her hard. I didn’t remember ever being kissed with so much honest passion before. It was wonderful. It was like being taken to a different world.

  And then I noticed a strange, slightly salty taste. No very much, but just a hint. It caused me to hesitate for an instant and Courtney noticed. She broke our kiss and raised up a little bit to where she could look at me.

  She laughed and said, “It’s more honest this way. You know?”

  I supposed that she was right. She had just had me in her mouth and gave me a fantastic orgasm. So the taste of me was still in her mouth. Truthfully, it wasn’t bad. And in a way, it was more honest. She had traces of my semen in her mouth. Was I going to insist that she brush her teeth before she kissed me? Was there something shameful about what she’d done for me? Was there something distasteful to me about it? In the past, I had assumed that there would be. That if I ever did get a blow job and the girl had me come in her mouth, that she’d like brush her teeth or something before we kissed. But why? Frankly, I had no reservations about licking Courtney’s sex if given the chance. Or of tasting my fingers if she were to let me touch her. In fact, I had wanted to yesterday in the shower but things didn’t work out that way. Would she want me to brush my teeth after I licked her? Assuming that she’d ever want me to? I wouldn’t be offended. But she’d said that this was more honest. What did that really mean?

  She asked, “So? What do you think?”

  I answered by kissing her hard, licking the inside of her mouth. And I think she had another orgasm.

  She lay her head on my shoulder for a second and hugged me tightly. She was still wearing one of my T-shirts.

  She said, “Wow! This is so different. And I do love you so much! But it’s honest, right?”

  I said, “You mean kissing after oral sex? Yeah, I guess it is.”

  She said, “Yeah. If I suck you off and then pretend, if I run off to the bathroom to remove the evidence, and if you pretend that you aren’t in my mouth, then isn’t it kind of a lie? Dave, I…it made me feel so good when you kissed me like that. Like we were…um, like the same. It’s weird. I don’t want to talk too much about it right now, but I felt so accepted. And not used. But, I don’t know, like real friends.”

  I said, “But Courtney, I thought you said that you didn’t like oral sex?”

  She nuzzled my shoulder and said, “Oh no, I didn’t say that. I said that I didn’t want to have to have oral sex. To be forced to have it when I didn’t want it. But with you, I feel so different that you can’t even imagine it. Oh! You have to promise me something, OK?”

  I said, “OK. Whatever you want. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

  She said, “No, you don’t get it. You have to promise me to do something, not to not do something.”

  I said, “OK, I promise.”

  She said, “I haven’t told you what it is yet. You have to promise me that when you get the chance, you will fuck me from behind. Just come up behind me and shove it in.”

  I gasped and said, “But Courtney…”

  She laughed loudly, but not maniacally or hysterically by any means. Just really happily.

  She said, “Yeah, you have to promise me. It’s just like the blow job. I want it. I just didn’t want it then from that guy in that circumstance. I want you. I want you to come up behind me and fuck me when I don’t quite expect it. Or when I do. But I don’t want to ask for it. And don’t overthink it. Don’t make me wait for it. If you see an opportunity, take it. Promise me. It’s one thing I really really want. Just fuck me. Fuck my tail. I don’t care how or when. If you see me on my hands and knees, or I bend over to pick up a wet towel, or if we’re walking down the street and nobody is around, shove me against the wall and pull my panties to the side and fuck me. Just fuck me. Oh gosh, I’m getting so wet again. Dave, fucking isn’t bad. Getting fucked is always good. Sex isn’t always good, and rape is never good, but that’s not fucking. Sweetie, promise me. If you love me, fuck me. And not just from behind. And not just my vagina. In the shower you fucked me with your fingers and your penis and your eyes. You fucked my tits and my clit and my pussy and my brain. And I loved it. Oh crap!”

  Courtney gave herself another spontaneous orgasm. I guess she meant what she was saying.

  I was laughing by now. She was so cute, describing her fantasies. If I hadn’t just come, I’d have rolled her over and tried to prove that she was telling the truth. But I was spent, and I knew that she was telling the truth, so I just held onto her as she shuddered in release.

  Finally, I said, “What time is it?”

  She grinned and said, “You haven’t promised me yet.”

  I said, “Courtney, I promise to try. This is new to me. I want to do exactly what you are saying, but I’m conditioned to be more cautious about sex than that.”

  She said, “I get it. I’ll help you get over it. And you should be cautious. Except
with me. It’s about seven in the morning. We need a plan. Before we take off on our grand adventure, I need to clean up a few things. Dave, I want to fuck in the desert. Can we do that?”

  I said, “Yeah, we can do that. I was thinking about needing a plan last night after you fell asleep. We need to take care of things and then we can go fuck wherever you want to.”

  She bounced up and exclaimed, “Good. The bathroom and a shower. I never pooped in front of anyone before.”

  I admitted that neither had I. Courtney suggested that she had a plan and pulled me toward the bathroom. She had us take off our shirts first. She said that she’d go first and for me to just turn my back and close my eyes. When it was my turn, Courtney put her hand on my shoulder and closed her eyes.

  She said, “This way, I won’t look, but I’ll know that you’re still here. Because I can feel you. That won’t be too embarrassing, right? Just my hand on your shoulder?”

  I knew that she’d still be aware of every move I made, but I thought that it would be OK. This really was the one activity where I had always insisted on privacy. I wasn’t comfortable with this arrangement, but it was bearable. I tried to hurry.

  We showered together again, of course. We didn’t get too sexual, but we did wash each other. Courtney insisted that I get very “honest” with her body and wash her very intimately. And she did the same to me.

  Drying her hair and putting on some makeup for the first time since I’d seen her, we finished our teeth and deodorant and went back to the bedroom to get dressed.

  But before putting on any clothes, Courtney said, “Dave, um, I’m not Amber anymore. And I am committed to never taking my clothes off for anyone but you from now on. Last night with the pizza was for you. You were there and I was with you and doing it with you. But I need to appear as Amber one last time. OK? I need to give a farewell speech.”

  I said, “I understand.”

  She smiled and said, “Good. Does your laptop have a camera and a VPN so that the IP address won’t be traceable?”