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by Shaina Richmond


  “I think I could fall asleep in here.” I leaned against her and closed my eyes. Both of our heads fell against the back of the tub as we leaned on each other, relaxing as the jets massaged our backs.

  “I’m so glad you’re here.” She kissed my cheek softly. She looked so pretty and natural. Her face was slightly wet from the moisture in the tub. I could’ve sat there with her for hours.

  We relaxed in the tub for a long time before she picked up the bath gel and rubbed it all over me. I don’t know how much good it did, trying to rub bath gel on a person who’s completely submerged in water. But it felt nice to have her hands all over me. I returned the favor, using it as an excuse to touch every part of her body, leading to a long make out session in the tub.

  When we got out of the tub, we dried each other off with the softest towels I’d ever used. It was one of the best parts of my day, kissing her as I wrapped the towel around her body to dry her off. I hated to leave that room. I hoped it wouldn’t be the last time I’d get to see it. It had me more determined than ever to find out how she got her money. I just wanted to know who she really was, and why she kept so many secrets. I didn’t want her money.

  I thought back to my conversation with Joan and Monica. Why is Susie so unnecessarily private about everything? Why would she have this entire room remodeled, only to never show it to anyone? I could understand her not wanting to show it to her friends, though. It wasn't hard to imagine the wild, drunken festivities that might occur.

  We hung the towels back on the wall and walked back to her bedroom. Her alarm clock said it was 4:48.

  Susie sat on the bed and pulled me in beside. We lay there, recovering from our long bath before we had to put clothes on again to leave for McMurraysville.

  “I’ve had the best day with you.” I nuzzled her forehead.

  “Mmm….,” she moaned, closing her eyes.

  “Don’t fall asleep on me, sweetie.”

  “I won’t. I hate that the day’s gone by so fast,” she said.

  “We’ll have more days, won’t we?” I asked. “I mean, you’ll owe me 10 hours, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You think I could maybe get more time with you after I use those hours?”

  “Yeah, I think we can work that out,” she said. Her eyes opened slowly. “I really like having you here.”

  “Good.” I kissed her forehead. “So, we have to get ready to leave soon, huh?”

  "We probably need to leave at 6:30. Would you mind if I had a few drinks while we're there? They usually give them to me on the house."

  "Sure," I said. "I'll be your driver." I tried not to sound too enthusiastic at the thought of driving her again. "When's the last time you drove the Crown Vic?"

  "About three weeks ago."

  "Why don't we take it tonight then? I'd like to see how it drives before I work on it tomorrow."

  "Sure, if you think it'll be okay. It runs, it just doesn't seem very happy," she said. "I really like that idea now that I think about it. If I drive the Mercedes to McMurraysville I'll come back without a hood ornament or rims. The Depot isn't exactly in a good part of town.”

  "Is there a good part of McMurraysville?" I'd only been there once but I knew that much about it.

  She shook her head.

  "So, after we get back, is it okay if I stay here with you tonight?" I asked. I had some clothes in a bag in my car. But since she'd never mentioned me staying over, I didn't want to assume.

  "Ummm.... yeah, that's fine. But we need to leave for a few hours, like from 10 to 1. Someone’s coming over to clean."

  "What? You have a housekeeper or something?"

  "No." She rolled her eyes. "It's my friend, Rosita. She insists on coming over to clean every two or three weeks. I never asked her to do it. Usually it's during the week and I just let her in while I'm in class. But since I'm going out of town next week she insisted on coming over tomorrow morning."

  "Why does she insist on cleaning your house? Who is she?"

  "A very nice Honduran lady. I met her a few years ago. She feels like she owes me or something."

  "For what?"

  "Nothing.” She rolled her eyes again and shook her head. "Really. I don't know what her deal is. Maybe she just feels bad for me living alone here and having no parents or something."

  I had a feeling there was more to this story. I decided to add it to my ever-growing list of questions about her life.

  Susie and I spent the next hour talking on her bed, then another half hour getting ready to go to McMurraysville. Soon after, we pulled out onto the street in her Crown Victoria. I was thrilled to be driving her somewhere. I’d never been happy to drive anyone anywhere before. It felt like we were a couple. I caught a glimpse of myself in the rear view mirror. I was smiling way too much and I looked like an idiot. Then I realized how stupid my thoughts might sound if someone could hear what I was thinking.

  I cleared my throat, trying to sound manly. "I like the way this car runs, I can tell it has a little hesitation but I’ll fix that tomorrow.”

  "I'm really glad you're willing to do it. I know it'll be in good hands," she said. "Wait til we get on the interstate. See how fast you can go."

  "Alright." I had to keep reminding myself to stop smiling like a total jackass. I’d just had one of the best days of my life with her. "I see you have a nice stereo in here.”

  "Yeah, I found a really good after-market stereo. One of my mp3 players is here in the glove box. You want to listen to something?" she asked.

  "Sure. What kind of music do you like?"

  "Pretty much everything." She opened the glove box. "Mostly rock. I love heavy metal. Some rap. Some country. What do you like?"

  "The same, really."

  "Oh yeah? We'll see."

  She connected the mp3 player to the stereo with a cable. "I love the advent of mp3's. It's great for people with eclectic music tastes."

  A song started playing. I noticed the sound quality was outstanding.

  "I didn't even see your speakers in here," I said. "You must have spent a fortune on this."

  "No, not much. I got a good deal."

  I shook my head slightly, smiling to myself. I wondered how many other people noticed all the nice things she had. She had a brilliant way of downplaying them.

  "So, you go to this bar a lot?" I asked.

  "It's been about a month and a half since the last time I was there. It depends on whether or not my friends are playing. I probably come here about ten times a year. It's not fancy. It used to be a biker bar but over time it's lost that reputation. It was originally an old train depot, which is why it's called 'The Depot.'”

  "How long have you known this band?"

  "Only a couple of years. I saw them play somewhere else and started talking to them after their show. We're not, like, super close. But they always put me on the list to get in without a cover charge if they know I'm coming. That reminds me.” She got her phone out and started texting. "I meant to respond to that text earlier but I was a little distracted.”

  I smiled. She had been my lovely distraction for days.

  She sent a message, then closed her phone and put it back inside her purse.

  "Are you sure you're okay about going out? We don't have to," she said.

  "No, it's fine. I think it'll be a good time."

  "I hope you're not just saying that."

  "I'm not. Today's been really great. But it's nice to get out of the house and go somewhere with you," I said.

  She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "It's really nice to go somewhere with you, too."

  If I didn't know better, I'd think I was growing on her.

  "So, speaking of today," she said, laughing a little, "this is the first time I've really gotten to sit down on something firm, not counting the bathtub. It stings."

  I probably smiled the biggest, dorkiest smile ever. Hopefully she can't see it in the dark.

  "I'm sorry if I really hurt you, honey." We
'd gone all day and not discussed the spanking I'd given her earlier.

  "It hurts in the best way. It was soooooo good..."

  "I doubt you enjoyed it as much as I did." It was a fantasy come true for me.

  "I don't know about that. I can't believe you actually did it..." Her voice trailed off.

  "Why? Do I not seem like the type?" I asked.

  "Not really, no. But you can never really tell about a person. You’re really good at it.”

  “I am? I didn't know. Its something I've wanted to do for years but today was my first time,” I said.

  "Wow! You could've fooled me. I'm glad I was your first."

  "Me too....Do you think you'll be ready for it again soon? I'm gonna have ten hours to cash in, you know. I was thinking at least a couple of them could be devoted to me painting your gorgeous ass red."

  "Damn, you're kinky. I love it!" she said. Then she groaned. "If we keep talking about it I'm gonna have to ask you to pull over and make use of this big backseat. You get me so horny."

  "I'll pull over if you tell me where.” I was ready as soon as she said ‘big backseat.’

  "I don't know. We should probably wait til later. I don't know this area very well," she said. Her voice got low and quiet. "But I'm so wet again."

  Just then, there was an exit. I pulled off.

  "Okay. Which way should I turn?" I stopped at the top of the exit ramp. We were the only car for miles. I pulled her close and kissed her hard on her lips. My dick was rock solid. I stopped kissing her and turned right.

  "I have no idea where we are," she said.

  We drove about a mile down the road and saw an old abandoned gas station. I pulled in and drove around to the back of the building and parked. There was nothing but trees and some bags of garbage scattered around.

  We looked at each other for a second, then got out of the car, opened the back doors, and slid into the back seat.

  "Let's do this quickly," she said. "I need you so bad.”

  I reached into my pocket. Thankfully I had plenty of condoms and they hadn't fallen out earlier when I had my pants off. I took one out and laid it on the seat beside me.

  We started to make out. I reached under her shirt and massaged her beautiful, plump breasts. She unzipped my pants. I stopped kissing her and pulled my pants down to the floor boards.

  "You wanna get on top?" I asked.

  "Yes, yes I do.” She unzipped her pants and sat beside me, fighting to get out of them. I helped her pull them over her shoes.

  I looked around for the condom. I put it on the seat but it somehow slid away from me. It was about to fall between the door and the edge of the seat.

  "There's the condom," she said, reading my mind again. She leaned across me to reach for it.

  Her full ass looked so cute in the moonlight. It was right in front of me, laying across my lap for the second time that day as she reached for the condom. I couldn’t resist drawing my hand back, letting it land with a loud “whack!”

  She screamed, startled. "I didn't expect that.” She looked back at me, that same look of ecstasy she had on her face when I asked her to bend over my knee that morning.

  I slapped her again. Not as hard as I did earlier that day, but hard enough to sting.

  "I'll make this quick," I said. It was hot to see her looking back at me as I spanked her. She smiled a little. It felt more intimate than it did in the kitchen when I acted like I really wanted to discipline her.

  She positioned herself a little better, slightly getting on her knees to make her ass more prominent.

  I proceeded to spank her there in the backseat of the car. Once in a while I saw headlights off in the distance but the building in front of us was big enough to hide us.

  I lost count after slapping her about fifteen times. It was much softer than what I'd given her earlier that day. I took time to rub and fondle her in between slaps, occasionally sliding my fingers in between her thighs. She moaned and giggled as I played with her. I knew I had just found my new favorite hobby.

  When I was finished she sat up beside me and tore the condom open. I grabbed it and put it on in record time. Without hesitation, she straddled me, moaning and closing her eyes as she sat down on my cock.

  "You feel so good," she whispered as she bounced up and down on top of me. "I didn't expect to do this again until we got back to the house."

  I held her waist while she bounced. "Nobody's ever turned me on like you do,” I said.

  "I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

  With that, I felt the pressure build. I started to moan. She moved faster, tightening her pussy around me. I couldn't hold it anymore. I came hard as her pussy had its way with my cock. It felt like she was grabbing it. I screamed and moaned. I'm not even sure what I said. I was surprised I got off so fast.

  She climbed off of me. I took the condom off and opened the door to throw it outside.

  "It's your turn." I backed her up against the passenger side door, turning her legs toward me on the seat. I held her left ankle straight up with my right hand and pressed it to the back of the seat. Her right leg rested on the floorboard.

  "I'm glad this backseat is so big," I said as my mouth dove into her delicious moistness.

  She squealed as I focused solely on her clit, trying to get her off quickly. I was able to stick a few fingers from my left hand inside her. I curled them up inside her, gently moving in and out while my lips and tongue licked her as hard and fast as they could.

  She screamed loudly. I looked up at her from my position between her thighs, admiring the way she glowed in the moonlight.

  In less than a minute I heard her come. She orgasmed perfectly. I could feel it as she tightened around my fingers.

  "Yes!! Yes Tyler...... fuck........ YES!"

  I wanted to tell her I loved her right then. She was too good to be true. It wasn't just the sex itself, but the fact that we pulled off the road because we had to have each other. I'd never done anything like that before. I'd been in parked cars with my girlfriends in high school but this was completely different.

  A few minutes later we were in the front seat with our clothes on, heading back to the interstate.

  "Damn, woman," I said. “Do you think we can make it the rest of the way without getting in the backseat again?”

  Susie laughed. “I don't know, baby. You're like a drug to me. Do you always have this effect on the women you're with?”

  “Huh?” I was totally shocked at her question. “You're kidding me, right?”

  “No.”

  “You remember me telling you I hadn't had sex in months before this week, with you?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Well, I haven't been with that many women, at least not for a while. So, I don't even know how to answer your question. You're the only one I've had an all day sex marathon with, that's for damn sure. And I have a feeling we could keep going for days.”

  “You're probably right,” she said. “I meant what I said before. Nobody's ever turned me on like you do.”

  “It's my special Indian powers.”

  “Do you have special Indian powers?” Her voice got slightly higher. She sounded like she believed me.

  I laughed. “I wish I did, baby.”

  “Well, it feels like you have some kind of power over me.” She leaned toward me and slowly ran her hand up my thigh for a few seconds, then stopped. "Shit! What am I doing? I really wanna get to that show.”

  “So, you're not like this with every guy you're.... uhh... with?” I asked.

  “No, not at all. Not even close. Are you absolutely sure there aren't special powers or abilities associated with your heritage?”

  I laughed so hard. I looked at her and she was staring at me, her mouth slightly open. “You're so cute,” I said. It made me feel good to know she was that into me, even if she thought it was by way of some sort of mystical power. It reminded me of the role playing game we both admitted to playing. “Do you mean, l
ike, did I get assigned extra skill points for charisma?”

  She laughed. “It turns me on even more to hear you say that.” She breathed slowly, like she was trying not to laugh. “And actually, yes, I was just thinking about that.”

 

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