Road Trip Pt. 06

I got in the large ambulance and told Liz I had to arrange transport for my bike, but that I'd be right back. She relaxed slightly. At the moment, most of what I owned was tied to the bike in some way. The EMT read my concern and said, "I'll have someone take your bike to the hospital." He hailed a man in a blue jumpsuit - a wrecking truck driver who'd arrived on the scene. We arranged for him to transport my Harley. He quickly lowered the ramp to his truck, and with the EMT's help, we rolled the Harley onto the flatbed and anchored it in place with multiple lines. I gave him my cell phone number and noted the name of his company.

I got in the ambulance, and sat next to Liz. She put her hand out and commanded in a sweet voice, "Jim, please hold my hand - hold my hand tight andplease don't let go." She broke into tears for minute. I held onto her as I buckled into the jump seat. The ambulance started up with siren wailing and the wrecking truck behind us, until we pulled away at high speed. Liz closed her eyes on the way to the hospital, but opened them every minute or two to be sure I remained at her side. She had the prettiest blue eyes.

* * * * *

Liz got cleared out of the emergency room three hours later. I hadn't left her side, except to help unload my motorcycle from the wrecker, and for one moment to talk to an older ER doctor. He said, "Your girlfriend had quite a scare. Physically she's in amazing shape given the nature of the accident. Usually, when we get someone like this, they're in small pieces. Also, the shock symptoms are dissipating, but mentally, she'll be in shock a little longer. This explains her neediness and dependence on you. She needs some TLC, and someone who'll help keep her grounded in reality until her mind can process what happened, and until she knows that it's past, and that she came through it all right. One minute she'll think she's about to die in her car, and the next she'll feel safe. She needs you to help her through it. It might take a day or two, or maybe just overnight. Call me if it's any longer than that."

A receptionist at the hospital's front desk helped us arrange for a small suite at the Cedars Inn in Kennewick, just across the Columbia River from Pasco. She also arranged for a taxi. Liz didn't want me to leave her side. I negotiated that I would ride my motorcycle right behind the taxi all the way to the inn, and that she could see me and know that I hadn't left her. I worried a little about the dependence she showed, but once we got her situated in the taxi, she calmed enough for the taxi ride, although she watched me out the back window the whole trip.

I checked us in, and helped Liz get situated in the suite I'd rented. She immediately lay down on the bed, but watched me as I shuttled the gear from my motorcycle into the room, clearly worried that I wouldn't return from some exit to get my stuff. After one trip outside, I came back and found her holding onto my leather jacket like a security blanket. I went and smoothed her shoulder to show her I knew she was working over what had happened.

We talked for a bit, particularly about her belongings. She told me everything she'd had with her burned in the car fire, including her wallet. I asked whether she wanted me to go somewhere and get her a few belongings, but she panicked about my leaving her alone for more than a minute.

I called the front desk and after explaining the situation I arranged for a friend of the young desk clerk to make a shopping trip for Liz. A half-hour later a teenage girl about eighteen knocked on the door; she introduced herself as Marci. With Liz's help, I'd written out a shopping list for clothing and sizes - even colors, and cosmetics and feminine products. I suggested a large purse and suitcase too. Marci took the list and four hundred dollars I gave her.

Two hours later, Marci returned with a suitcase and eight large bags from Wal-Mart. She'd made good selections. Liz and Marci bonded, so well that I left them to the purchases and went into the other room to do emails. I'd no sooner sat down, than Liz appeared in the doorway biting her lower lip. In a little girl voice she asked, "Jim, could you sit in the other chair? If you sit there I can see you from in here." I changed seats, sympathetic about Liz' security needs.

Marci got Liz to laugh at some of the things she told her about teen life in Kennewick. She had a natural compassion for Liz' situation, particularly her loss of her car and everything she'd been traveling with. When Marci left, I paid her a hundred dollars for her time and effort, and she gave me a large smile and promised to help again if we needed her. I could tell it wasn't the money that motivated her, but her compassion and desire to help someone in need.

After a trip to the bathroom to change into her pajamas, Liz begged me to sit on the bed with her. Marci had bought Liz a semi-shear nightgown with a scoop neck. The nightie hung to Liz' thighs, but through the material I could make out the matching bikini panties and Liz' pretty body without using any imagination. As Liz moved about on the bed, her clothing increasingly revealed more and more about her pretty body.

I brought my laptop into the room and stretched out next to Liz to do emails and my journal as she napped. She liked that arrangement, I guess because she could remain in constant touch with someone after her harrowing experience. Several times, Liz jerked awake and looking around the room in an agitated way. I'd patted her shoulder or rubbed her back until she quieted down and went back to sleep. At one point, she wrapped her arms around me, a situation that made it impossible to use my laptop. I held her arms in place, hugged her, and just allowed myself to doze off as well.

* * * * *

Liz woke up hungry for dinner at nine-thirty that evening. We ordered in some Chinese food based on a recommendation from the inn's front desk. After the delivery, Liz and I sat at a table in the room and ate, and talked about her accident and introduced ourselves a little more completely. I tried to focus on the food and Liz' face, instead of the revealing clothing she wore. Eventually, I turned on the TV. She'd asked how I got her from the car, and I gave her an abbreviated version, not mentioning the hazards. She asked my background, and I'd told her I was a musician kicking around the country on the way to my sister's home in San Diego. Liz told me she worked in radio and TV in Portland,

The local news on KNDK-TV came on at ten o'clock, and to my surprise the accident, Liz, and I were the top news items. I hadn't even noticed a camera or reporter at the accident scene, but they had vivid pictures of the burning car, Liz, and me in the field as the EMT personnel administered to her, and a shot of the ambulance leaving the scene followed by my motorcycle on the back of the truck.

The announcer's voice over said, "Country singer Jim Mellon rescued a woman from her single car crash on the highway north of Pasco this afternoon. Jim braved the damaged car, a close fire, and the threat of exploding gasoline to pull the woman from the car. The woman has been identified as Liz Catriona, a television personality from Portland. Mellon is on a personal sojourn across the country on his motorcycle. The car exploded in an immense fireball only seconds after Mellon pulled Catriona from her car, picked her up, and ran with her to safety just before the car exploded in what could have been a deadly experience for both Mellon and Catriona. Units from Pasco Fire Station Eight and Washington Highway Patrol responded to the crash. Catriona was transported to County Medical, where amazingly she was found to be in good shape with only minor bruises. She has since been released. Links to several videos that show more details about the accident, the fire, and rescue have been posted on the KNDU website."

The TV shots continued to pan around the accident scene, mostly focusing on the burning car after we'd left the scene, and then the next news item came on. Liz stared at me in silence. I put my computer on the dinner table and in a minute I'd found the videos. The first was entitled 'Celebrity Jim Mellon Rescues TV Star From Burning Car.' The video ran a little over eight minutes, and must have been taken by someone with a cell phone that had been nearby the entire time I'd helped rescue Liz. The video started as I ran to Liz's upside down crushed car, and showed the narrow escape we both had from the fire and explosion. A second video showed the same scene from a different point of view; however, the camera angle revealed the fire as closer and more threatening to us. In both videos, I could be seen close-up once I'd started to ensure Liz hadn't been injured. The grandmotherly lady who had helped me also appeared in the video. In both videos, I'd been identified as 'Jim Mellon, a hero.'

Liz jabbed me in the chest with one finger partly in anger but she had tears in her eyes. Her voice croaked, "You almost died saving me. We were seconds from being engulfed in flames, and you stayed ... and saved me ... and you're some kind of famous person?" Liz's voice started to choke up and she cried. She hadn't realized until those videos how close to death she had come.

Slightly embarrassed by the news coverage, I shrugged. "Yes on all counts, and I told you I was a musician part of the time."

Despite her teary eyes, Liz rolled her eyes in an unforgiving manner. She kept touching me, not at all in an annoying way, but so that she could be 'in touch' as often and for as long as possible. Given her trauma and her emerging personality, I found her need sweet and not alarming.

"So, what do you sing?"

I offered, "I'll show you." I walked to my pile of luggage in a corner of the suite and got my small travel guitar. I walked back to the sofa and sat beside Liz, tuned the instrument, and then sang 'Texas Dawn'to her in a soft voice. As I got halfway through, she started singing along in a low tentative voice.

When I ended, she reflected, "So, you'rethatcountry singer. You sing with Crystal Lee."

I nodded and sang her two more songs, and then put the guitar aside. She watched with rapt attention, as though she'd set out to memorize every word I said or sang, and every move I made. We chatted a little about singing and my getting into the music business. Eventually, she yawned a couple of times, and I suggested she go to sleep. I explained that I'd take the couch in the adjacent room, so she could have the large bed.

Liz shook her head, "Oh, no. I want you right next to me. Please! And leave a light on in the other room - please don't make it dark!" She pulled me to the bed. She got in under the covers. I was allowed a trip to the bathroom before I lay down beside her atop the blanket in my running shorts. My chivalry seemed to be acceptable to her. She snuggled up against me and drifted asleep in a few minutes. I followed close behind. This had been a long and exciting day.

* * * * *

I had some wild dreams before I finally settled into a deep sleep. I replayed the car flipping over and over through the air, and then the fire. I thought about what would have happened if I hadn't been willing to get in the car and work to get Liz extracted, or if the gas tank had exploded fifteen seconds earlier. Finally, it seemed, I could put the accident I'd witnessed to rest so it didn't continue to haunt my dreams.

In its place, a sexual dream materialized. I could feel the warmth of a female body against me - a naked body. A bare breast and erect nipple went by my cheek - even stroked my cheek. The woman to whom they belonged fondled me, and then started to fellate me. I felt waves of pleasure coursing through my body as she worked on my cock. My dream woman knew what she was doing. The touching, stroking, sucking, tonguing were all so real ...

My eyes flickered open. I guessed the time to be around four or five in the morning. Liz moved beside me, her naked body so seductive in the light from the other room. Her energies were entirely focused on my erection. I whispered cautiously, "Liz, don't do that? I don't want you to do this as some kind of return payment for what happened yesterday."

Liz hummed a 'Yes' and a string of hums that defied translation, but made some kind of comment about the last part of my statement. She kept fellating me - a great blowjob actually.

I pulled Liz up to me, "Liz, come here. Let's talk." She threw her body on top of mine, making sure that my erection frequently rubbed against the exterior of her naked sex.

I started, "If you do this, I feel you're trying to repay a kindness. We've never even kissed."

Liz's face appeared in front of mine instantly, and a tender and loving kiss resulted. We kissed some more, our kisses rapidly becoming more passionate and wet. I couldn't recall having a first kiss with someone, as they lay nude against my body. What a nice way to start a relationship. Liz nibbled on my ear and ran her tongue inside; "I need a few orgasms to help me get over the accident. You're the person I elected - by unanimous vote - to provide this valuable service to me the rest of the night."

Liz lay on me and squeezed her legs together, trapping my erection against her labia. She thrust her hips a few times in simulated intercourse. She went on, "This is not repayment sex, although that idea did cross my mind. It's not sympathy sex; I've given and received that, and that's not good for either party. No, this is just man-woman, boy-girl, lusty, likeable, physical, erotic, enjoyable fucking that will make us both feel good. I want this. 'I' need this."

I remember thinking hours earlier, 'When a pretty woman in trouble begs, I give in.' We melded together perfectly and the sex was wonderful and went on a long time with many orgasms.

I lay awake in the morning as Liz's nude body slept peacefully with her head against my chest. The twitches and groans she'd emitted early in the night's sleep seemed to have given way to a more restful slumber, except for our middle-of-the-night sex. Although we had the curtains on the windows closed, I could hear rain beating against the side of the building and the glass. The morning was not good for travel; all good motorcycle riders should find a nice warm, sexy, and naked body to snuggle up with.

Liz stirred, and I let her rouse herself from her sleep. Her beautiful blue eyes opened and looked at me, studied me, and then I got a loving smile. I kissed her forehead and started to stroke her back to express my appreciation about her closeness. Liz purred and snuggled her naked body more closely to mine.

I said, "Last night, I had this beautiful dream. This gorgeous, young blonde woman about five-foot-five with blue eyes came onto my side of the bed, and she did ... well, sexual things to me."

Liz said in humorous mock surprise, "Oooouuh? Sexual things?"

I reached out and ran my fingers across the area immediately around her exposed breasts, feeling the curve and heft of her well-shaped bosom. My mind paused; 'bosom' is a word you don't hear too often these days. My mother and grandmother used to use that term. I liked it; it's softer and more gentile than 'tits,' or 'boobs.'

Liz said, "If you do that you'll get me all horny."

I said just before I kissed her, "I detect that you're horny already?"

After a silence, Liz acknowledged, "Yes, I discovered that last night too. Would you like to make love with me again? I'd really like you to."

"I'd be delighted."

* * * * *

Liz dressed in some of the clothes that Marci had bought, and we took a taxi to a nearby restaurant that served brunch. I noted that the weather had already started to clear from the morning shower. By way of starting our conversation over breakfast, Liz told me about her work. She had a three-hour weekday afternoon television talk show on Portland's KPLD-TV with a wide range of guests: dogs up for adoption, health care, women's issues, clothes, weather, insights into current scandals, a light touch of local politics, and even outdoor and recreation features - almost anything. At a young age, she had started up the media ladder, ultimately hoping for a permanent network job at a 'big' station in California. I thought she had the poise and assertiveness to accomplish her goal, although she admitted that Portland was a really pleasant place to live and that now she wasn't sure whether California was still her goal.

Liz lit up at one point when an idea occurred to her: "Jim, will you come to Portland with me and be on my show. It's about four hours that way," she pointed, "and I'd be forever grateful. You can stay with me ... and I promise to be the 'perfect' hostess and extend to you every 'courtesy' of the house." Her emphasis on a few words left no doubt about the sexual nature of my stay with her.

I'm a sucker for begging, I said with a smirk, "Yes, of course."

After ordering, I asked Liz, "OK, we know we're compatible on one front, but short of a few facts about you. Tell me about yourself other than your work; for instance, yesterday you said something about coming from a bad experience - is that anything you want to share?"

Liz squirmed a little, and I could tell the question made her uncomfortable. I wondered why I'd pushed into that personal area; I guess I could be nosey at times. She said, "I'm running away ... running away from an unfaithful husband who I caught fucking my best friend."

"Where were you going yesterday?"

"Actually, back home. John, my husband, is probably still at our vacation home near Mount Rainer with Ellie, my ex-best friend. I caught them in flagrante delicto; I ran away and started driving full of anger and didn't care what direction I went - at the time east seemed good. Eventually, I stopped overnight up by Moses Lake, and this morning decided to go home."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that ... I didn't know ..."

Liz interrupted, "I was to drive up and meet John after I finished yesterday. I would have gotten up there about midnight, but I got a good replacement for my time slot at the TV station, had the entire afternoon free, so I started driving to our cabin for some unexpected R&R time about seven hours ahead of schedule. When I arrived, Ellie's car was at our cabin along with John's. I walked in and found them in bed fucking ... my husband and my best fucking friend from Portland!" Her voice had an angry edge.

"So you ran?"

"While they were still fucking - hot at it, a few seconds before they saw me, I walked right through the bedroom - right past the bed, took his car and house keys off the dresser, turned around and walked out. My girlfriend dashed from the bed to hide in the bathroom - what the fuck was she doing two hundred miles from home fucking my husband? My husband jerked on his underwear and started following me out of the cabin in his boxers, apologizing and blubbering 'I'm sorry'. I took Ellie's car keys too - they were next to her purse on the kitchen counter. I got in my car and started driving. Ugh! I got a motel room last night, but I didn't sleep much." I sympathized with her problem.

Liz nodded and launched into another rant, talking about how liberal she thought she was, even sexually, until she found the pair screwing. She said, "John and I had never been swingers or anything like that, but we shared our fantasies and some of those went in the direction of involving others. If either of us had wanted to do that, the other of us would have probably gone along, if nothing more than out of curiosity if we'd talked about it ahead of time." After pausing, she asked, "Have you ever been a swinger or done anything like that?"