Road Trip Pt. 03

I stammered and stuttered my shock and happiness over the news. I assured her it was her name, popularity, and great voice that had carried the song.

Crystal said, "Bullshit. Stop putting yourself down. To the contrary, your star continues to rise. Everyone loves your voice. Terry told me that the record company is scrambling to put an album together that is mostly you singing. They're thinking it'll go 'platinum' in record time - do you know what that means? It means they expect to sell a million albums by download or CD - a friggin' million; that's a very big number in this business. You, My Darling Lover, are a star."

I was speechless. The insecurities I'd had moments ago evaporated. I mumbled a few words to Crystal to that effect. She laughed in a nice way about my innocence and lack of confidence in the music industry and in my own musical skills. She told me a few other good things about my singing, how much she liked singing with me, how she wanted to do more, and how she just wanted to be with me.

Crystal finally asked, "Hey, I've got commitments until Monday - public appearances, but after that can I come and join you for the rest of next week? Can I ride with you? I'll go anywhere you're going and then catch a flight back from there."

I blurted out, "Why, I'd love that. Yes, I really want you with me. I've thought about you so much since I left you in Indianapolis."

I figured before she came I'd better tell her about Kim; I knew this was a big risk, but I believed in our openness and hoped she wouldn't get so mad she'd hang up and never see me again. I mumbled, "Errr, Crystal, this is delicate, ... but I'm spending the weekend ... with Kim in Milwaukee. I just figured I'd better say ..."

Crystal interrupted, "Oh, Jim, that's so wonderful. I know how dear she is to you. I'm so glad. I hope to meet her someday, particularly because she's so special for you. Have fun - make love like crazy, but save a little energy for me on Monday because I'm going to arrive into your arms horny and sex crazed." She laughed gaily.

Now that was not at all the response I'd been expecting. I was speechless. Crystal didn't seem the least bit upset that I'd be spending time with another woman, and seemed to even encourage the connection.

"Jim? Jim, are you still there?"

"Oh, yeah. Thanks ... I'll be ready for you, and I can't wait to see you. I really miss you."

Crystal said in a more business-like tone, "Let me do some checking about flights and all. I'll text you within the hour when I arrange flights, and just to be sure, you could pick me up midday on Monday at O'Hare? Let's head south along your planned route and see what we find. When the time comes, I'll break off and come back home from wherever we are."

"That works for me. If you're up for it, we could camp out a night or two."

"Great. Oh, Ellen says hello too; she wishes she were coming with me, and she said to tell you she loves your sexy emails. Later, I'll email you my exact flight times ... since I figure you'll be in bed all weekend!" Big laugh. "I love you. See you Monday." She broke into another round of laughter and we rang off.

* * * * *

Kim's sleek white Cessna Citation floated down the runway to a smooth flawless landing as I watched from behind a fence at the general aviation terminal in Milwaukee. I watched as the jet taxied back towards me, and then turned into the parking ramp. A young man with two red batons directed her to a parking location near where I stood. The jet turned, parked, and almost immediately the jet's engines started to spool down from their high pitched whine. The line boy put chocks under the front tire.

I could see Kim in the cockpit throwing switches and shutting down the aircraft. Two minutes went by, and then the side door on the aircraft opened and steps unfolded. Kim stepped through with a large purse, a briefcase, and a pull-along suitcase. At the bottom of the staircase, she opened a panel on the aircraft, pushed a few buttons, and the stairway folded up into the aircraft and the door apparently locked.

Kim turned, and this time I waved and caught her attention. She ran over to me with the happiest look on her face. Over the low fence, Kim and I hugged and kissed. I hoisted her suitcase and briefcase over the fence, but wondered what we'd do with all her bags on the motorcycle.

Kim read my perplexed look; "Darling, I rented a car. If you want you can leave your bike here, or you can follow me to the Pfister Hotel downtown. I hope you like it; I've been there once before, and I loved it. We can walk to a million different things ... when we're not in bed." She gave me a foxy grin.

I looked over my shoulder at my heavily laden motorcycle. I made a snap decision that it would probably be safer in some hanger at the airport than in a parking garage downtown. I told Kim.

An hour later, Kim and I stood alone surrounded by our luggage in an exclusive clubroom suite on the twenty-first floor in the new wing of a restored turn of the century hotel. I felt seriously underdressed for the occasion, particularly compared to the sharp business suit that Kim wore.

Kim came into my arms as soon as the bellhop closed the door. She grabbed ahold of my shirt and started to undo the buttons. "Now, you are seriously overdressed for what I have planned for us for the next hour or two ... hell, for the whole weekend."

I grinned, and helped her off with the stylish jacket that went with her suit. Beneath the jacket, she had a gorgeous white silk blouse that showed a modest amount of her cleavage. I carefully unbuttoned her blouse as she did my shirt. We both finished about the same time, and shrugged off our layer of clothing. The lacy bra Kim wore disappeared to the pile of clothing, and then we brought our naked chests together as our tongues found each other's mouths in our most passionate kiss of the day.

After that kiss there was flurry of pants, nylons, panties, jeans, boots, socks, and briefs that flew in every direction. We studied each other, taking in our nude bodies with lurid pleasure. Kim was stunning, and I visibly hardened just looking at her beauty and sexuality.

I picked Kim up and carried her to the huge bed in the suite. In seconds, we were at each other; unable to do all the things or to say all the words we wanted to fast enough. Kim spread her legs to reveal her moist pussy to me. I'm not sure I ever felt such hunger for anyone as I did in that instant. My fingertips inched their way up her leg, breaking off just before her pussy. I moved my hand to her other leg and repeated the slow stroke. This time I stroked her slit from ass to clit, and then slipped two fingers into her folds. Kim lurched forward and clutched at my arm as though it was a life preserver in a turbulent sea. She moaned and came just from that simple touch.

I moved in front of her, stood close to the bed, ran my dick up and down her slit, and then with the slowest of motions sank into her a millimeter at a time. Our eyes locked onto each other with the palpable intensity of lust and love. I could feel the walls of Kim's warm tunnel clenching and releasing me as I moved forward into her. As our groins touched, I gripped Kim's hips and for her pleasure somehow forced still more of myself inside her. I swelled with lust.

My mind soared with pleasure and my heart soared with the love I felt for Kim. Oh, this felt so right - so perfect in every way. I never wanted the feeling I had in those few seconds to end; I wanted to freeze them in time and live in them forever.

Kim rocketed to a thunderous climax, her eyes becoming slits of pleasure as the wave swept over her. Her legs hooked behind me and pulled me into her. I resisted the spasms and my own need for release. When Kim's bucking slowed, I began moving inside her at a fast and hard pace, pulling out until only the barest of our bodies touched, and then surging inward with passion until I filled her cavity again.

Kim moved higher and higher in her passion. She couldn't get enough of me - of my cock. Our bodies slapped together, filling the room with the sound of our lovemaking - wet flesh slapping against wet flesh. Kim's juices and lubrication flooded our junction ... flooded the bed.

I reached down and with my thumb I stroked her clit.

Kim looked at me and gasped out, "Not fair." But, she made no move to stop me. A minute later, she eked out, "I ... am ... about ... to ... explode. You'd ... better ... come ... this ... time."

My thrusts got faster and harder, my cock had become the consistency of granite, yet I could feel minute sensations from deep inside her body along my shaft I'd never felt before from anyone. My throbbing started, and I passed the point of no return.

"Oh, God, Kim, I love you so. I LOVE YOU." I blasted my seed deep into her cunt with surge after surge of pleasure, of love, of lust, of spiritual connection. Beneath me, Kim's body arched and pushed into me with wild uncontrollable spasms from her cuntal muscles. I couldn't stop pumping. I filled her with my life and my soul. Kim grasped my arms with Herculean strength, but I loved her strong touch.

For a few minutes time did stand still, and then I carefully lowered myself to Kim, and we rolled to our sides. Kim and I were both crying from our love and passion. I couldn't think of the last time I said 'I love you' to someone - Karen. I had wanted to say them to Lauren, maybe to June, and to Kim the first time we met; however, I'd held back because I had a rigid definition of what love meant. Maybe as I'd started to open my thinking, I was also opening to a broader definition of the term.

Kim whispered, "Oh, Jim. I love you. I have never ..." I kissed the tears on her cheeks, as she wiped my own from my face. We held each other for a long time in the very special post-coital silence only a few special lovers ever know - a bliss so joyful it is indescribable, unshareable outside the space surrounding the two lovers, and with a rapture common man will never know or understand.

* * * * *

I found a men's store a block from the hotel and bought a sport shirt, tie, and a western cut dress jacket. I carried my swag back to the hotel, and dressed as Kim watched my transformation from motorcycle rider to western gentleman. I dressed the same way I had at Pete's hotel in Michigan - natty.

Kim looked at me with such love in her eyes the whole night, and I know I poured my heart out to her with every glance. Kim and I had a romantic late dinner in the steak restaurant in the hotel. I had the maître d' put a single candle on our table in the dimly lit booth. I think several people might have recognized me, a point Kim took great delight in acknowledging. We were so romantic, touching and holding hands across the table, and our legs tangled together beneath.

Back in our room, we shed our clothing as fast as we could and then merged our naked bodies together again, this time without the rush to orgasm. Once coupled, we moved just enough to sustain my erection and keep Kim's juices flowing. We stroked and petted each other's chests, breasts, necks, faces, and ... everywhere.

Kim giggled a little and asked, "OK, now tell me about your most recent sexual encounter."

I smiled and started, "Well, this morning, as I came out from a quick swim in a lake ..." I told her the story of Val and Kevin, and my surprise blowjobs. Kim thought that outrageous and highly stimulating; so much of the latter that as I rubbed her clit she popped off an orgasm and ended clutching my shoulder for dear life.

In her afterglow, we kissed, and then Kim said with a smile, "And the encounter before that? Michigan?"

I regaled Kim with vivid descriptions of the four women I'd massaged in Michigan. Kim probed for details, and then even got me to withdraw from her pussy and massage her body the way I had Pam, Tina, Daisy, and Julia. I also demonstrated my improved oral skills on her until Kim had two more orgasms and made me stop the cunnilingus because of over stimulation. She pulled my member back inside her body's warmth.

After that, I told Kim about George and Summer, and becoming a father in a the middle of an odd relationship. Kim just glowed. She said, "Jim, I am so proud of you for reaching out and helping that couple ... and for making love with Summer. That's so important for both of you. I know you'll have a peculiar family status there, but you guys will work it out. Oh, I love you just more for doing that."

When we were comfortably propped up in bed, Kim asked, "Now, tell me about Crystal and Ellen, and the others since you left me."

I first told her about Betty Sue, the rape, and my shooting. I'd sent her the link to a newspaper account of the event, but telling her was different and more detailed. Kim tenderly kissed the ugly scars that remained from the bullet wound.

I described my fling with the Louisiana lawyers, and then Pat at the diner.

I guess the tone of my voice changed as I started to talk about Crystal. I didn't notice it, but Kim did. After telling her about meeting Crystal, my entry onto the music scene, the magazine articles, and then our romance, and Ellen joining us, Kim stopped me. She said, "Crystal is the most special woman in your life right now, isn't she?"

I paused and sincerely said, "Except for you."

Kim said, "I'm glad for you, and I'm glad I'm high on your list too. Does Crystal know about me?"

"Yes. I share everything with her too... also Lauren ... and somewhat with my sister."

Kim said knowingly, "Start sharing everything with your sister. My intuition tells me that this is the right thing to do - for the two of you. She won't think less of you; it'll bring you closer together, and you need her."

I nodded in understanding. I needed a woman's point of view.

We started to move our bodies together in a languid manner. Kim pumped her hips into me a few times. She pulled me over her into the missionary position with a look of lust in her eyes. "Jim, all this talk about my favorite subject has me all worked up again. Let's get down to business."

And, so, we did.

* * * * *

In the morning we made love, had a room service breakfast, walked to Veteran's Park, visited the art museum, strolled for a couple of miles, and then rented a paddle boat for two.

As we walked, we talked about some of the things that were bothering me. I guess she could read me like a book, and could tell I'd been stewing about some things; Kim called it 'cracking my egg open.' As she put it, "I can tell you've got a lot on your mind ... that things are bothering you. Are you still brooding about Karen's death and her secrets?"

I shot a look of amazement. "Yes ... and no. I think my grief is mitigating, but I feel guilty about that. There's a whole bunch of other stuff that keeps racing through my head about her. Lauren told me that her sister would go pick up guys and fuck their brains out just for kicks, that on top of her group living arrangement before we got married and her bi-sexuality and incest. Secrets! Bah! I end up kicking myself around for being such a prude that she couldn't tell me stuff like that. I must have come across as so judgmental to her; I probably was."

I took a breath and went on, "And, then knowing what I know now, I realize what a boring guy I was sexually - Mr. Plain Vanilla. God, Karen must have laughed at me behind my back because I was so naïve, inexperienced, and unadventurous in the bedroom. Even my job was boring - a software programmer. For most of our marriage, we were so in a rut, as though we were programmed like the computers I worked on. She'd been with all these other people - even fucking strangers - and her sister implies she was daring and sophisticated in her sexual skills, and much more liberal than I ever was. I bet she wanted to go fuck other people instead of me."

"Last about Karen and almost in another direction, is that I keep weighing the things I do in the shadow of the question, 'What would Karen think?' So, I think of being with her sister, you, and the others I've met, and I feel guilty - just one of my sources of guilt. I guess I'm into that."

Kim stopped us and came around in front of me. She kissed me, and I knew I would get some 'tough love.' I even smiled at the thought.

She firmly asked, "First, were you good at your job - your computer work?"

"Yes."

"Did Karen say you were boring?"

"No."

Kim smiled, "So, lose the self pity! You had a good job, provided your share of your marriage economically, and added stability and reliability to your combined existence - being in a rut has its positive side. I bet before Karen met you, she had none of that. Now, you have this great new career in front of you that offers unlimited potential. Don't blow it by wallowing in a lot of 'what if's' about the past. Stuff like this is only 'boring' if you label it so. Don't make value judgments like this about your life when no one else does. For what it's worth, I thought you were anything but boring when we met, and now you're a country music star who can make my body sing you're so sexy. All that, plus you're a damned nice man. You, my love, are an exciting man in every way."

She went on, "As for Karen's pre-marriage behavior, forget it. It's old news. She apparently didn't bring it with her when she married you, and even if she did, so what? What she did was experiment. She was finding her limits and boundaries; she even lived at those borders a while. What she learned led her to you and into your marriage. She loved you, silly. She chose you over one-night stands, over staying in her group arrangement, and over a long-term lesbian relationship. You won! Appreciate it, savor it, and move on. As for playing around with her sister, think of it as the two of them finding a beautiful way to tell each other 'I love you.' Weren't they fortunate to be able to do that? It didn't take anything away from you. If they'd pursued the idea of the threesome with you that you mentioned, you might have found yourself closer and more loving to the two of them, but that's in the past. Forget it."

Kim said, "You say you were unreceptive and a prude about her secret stuff so she didn't feel she could tell you about her past. First off, there are probably more secrets, but so what? Stop caring. She's dead, and the only thing hearing about her other activities will do is pull you back to a time you no longer live in, and it'll make you sad or mad or remorseful. You don't need that. What's past is past. Live in the 'Now.' If Lauren brings up some other secret about your wife, blow it off; don't let the past run your life today or ruin your life today. You can reprogram yourself; hell, you are reprogramming yourself more than anybody I know. The fact that you can see that about yourself tells me you've moved on from those days. Don't beat yourself up for the way you used to be or for lost opportunities. You can't go back in time knowing what you know today. Instead, I'd be spending my time figuring out how I want to be in the future and making the necessary changes - reprogramming myself; that's more productive."

"As for your having been Mr. Plain Vanilla, well that's a great flavor, and I love vanilla. You didn't have to give Karen a million orgasms a day or make love hanging from the chandelier. I'd bet you two had a comfortable sex life, maybe not as either of you would have liked, but no one - no one - has exactly what they want except for a minute or two here and there. So, forget all that stuff."

"You say you worry about 'What would Karen think?' Well, wake up. She's not here in these dimensions we live in to worry about anything you do. She doesn't get a vote about your behavior anymore, and if she does you'll never know about it. Let her go. When you raise a question like 'What would Karen think?' all you do is create hurt and anxiety for yourself. You start to act like a victim, and that's not you."