Back on the mad again, Steve felt good. The urgent ache in his balls had been replaced by a warm contented glow. Whatever her other faults, Doris was sure a damn good lay.
Doris sat with her magazine open on her lap, but she wasn't reading it. She was staring dreamily out the window, humming to herself as she watched the big, cotton-candy clouds go scudding across a postcard-blue sky.
Steve always made her forget everything when he fucked her. Every time she promised herself that the next time she would play it cool, act disinterested, make him beg for it. Rut when his big hands started fondling her breasts to tickling her clit, she could never think of anything but how good it felt, and how much she wanted to be fucked.
She shifted slightly in her seat, and felt some of his sticky wet cum dampen her rumpled shorts. He really shot a load! No matter how much she mopped up she could never seem to get it all. But today she didn't mind. Everything felt good.
She wished she felt sure of Steve. He was so unpredictable; she never knew what he was going to do next. She wasn't a teenager any more. She thought it would be nice to settle down. But Steve refused to even talk about marriage. Oh, well, she'd gotten him to move in with her, at least. That had to mean something.
She'd just have to play it by ear and bide her time. And keep giving him pussy whenever he wanted it. He'd come around one of these days; she just knew it.
She turned from the window to study his profile as he drove down the freeway toward Clayburn Court House. He bandied the spirited link car expertly, the same way he handled women. She liked the way his dark hair curled back off his broad forehead. It wasn't long, but it was nice and thick. His nose was a little too long, and marred by a bump in the middle where he'd broken it in a fight. Strangely enough, to Doris Steve's bumpy nose made him even more attractive. He had nice brown eyes and a strong, square chin. Doris guessed most women would rind him handsome, in a rugged sort of way.
Her eyes traveled downward, past his broad shoulder and brawny forearms, to his trim waist with no hint of a paunch, and on to best part of him she really liked best. Even though she knew his cock was soft now, it still made a good-sized mound in his jeans. Doris loved Steve's dick; it was so thick and hard she almost choked on it when she tried sucking him off. He filled her snatch better than anyone she'd ever fucked.
Doris kept daydreaming as the miles slipped by. She scarcely saw the rolling green countryside they were passing through. She was remembering some of the crazy times and places and ways they'd screwed. Like that night they'd done it in the bleachers at a football game, hiding themselves under a big, plaid stadium blanket. Or that day he'd fucked her while she was on the phone, talking to her mother, for chrissakes. He'd finger-fucked her and then eaten her pussy while she was trying to listen to her mother complaining about her assorted aches and pains. He'd made her come again and again, and her mother had kept asking her if there was something wrong, she sounded so funny.
It was six-thirty by the time Steve pulled off the freeway onto the exit marked "Clayburn Court House". It was hot for late June, and the sun was still bright in the sky. Steve looked around him as he cruised down the ramp, but all he saw was a herd of bored-looking cows placidly chewing on their dinner.
He turned right at the intersection, following an road that pointed the way toward town. He drove by a few scattered farmhouses that all looked kind of tired, like they needed a good coat of paint. Finally he found himself driving down a dusty main street lined with rows of clapboard houses, and the usual assortment of bars, greasy spoons and small mom-and-pop stores. He couldn't see any sign of the Clayburn Court Motel where they were supposed to stay. He looked over at Doris. She was leaning back against the headrest, her eyes closed, one hand curled in her crotch. She must have fallen asleep.
Steve spotted two teenage girls walking aimlessly down the street the way kids do when they don't have anyplace particular to go, but just want to walk around and see what's happening. They walked like they knew that all the guys had their eyes fastened on their long brown legs and twitching butts, and didn't mind a bit.
One was blonde, with twin pigtails jouncing over full round breasts with every step. Her delicious little ass was outlined in the tight denim shorts that were cut off just under her cheeks. Steve had stopped the car, and she must have felt his eyes on her, because she turned and whispered something to her companion, who looked quickly over her shoulder and giggled.
She had brown hair cut very short that fell around her pixie-like face in gentle waves. She was slimmer than the blonde, with a smaller, tighter ass, sleekly enclosed in white shorts. Her boobs weren't quite so big either, but Steve could see more of them because he was wearing a low-cut halter top that tied between her tits and seemed to push them up and out. The parts of her tits Steve could see were as tanned as her long legs. Steve found himself wondering whether she sunbathed in the nude.
He felt his dick starting to come to life again in his pants and reached down and surreptitiously shifted himself to the other side, where his zipper wouldn't dig into his growing hardness.
Steve rolled down the window and called out to the girls, who had stopped in front of a drugstore window right across the street. "Excuse me, Miss," he called, motioning the girls toward the car.
They giggled and looked at him with frank interest, but neither of them made a move to cross the street. As far as Steve could tell, Doris was still asleep. He opened the car door as quietly as he could and stepped out onto the street.
The girls seemed surprised to see him coming toward them; for a moment it looked as if they were going to walk away. But the dark-haired one whispered something to the blonde, who shook her head vigorously back and forth, and they stayed where they were.
Up close they looked younger than Steve had first thought. They couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen at the most. But there was nothing childish about their bodies, or the practiced way the instinctively posed themselves for his inspection.
"I hope I didn't frighten you, yelling at you from my car like that," Steve asked them.
"Oh, you didn't frighten us none, Mister, did he now, Maybella?" The blonde one shook her pigtails vigorously and nudged her companion. Steve couldn't take his eyes off her full bouncing breasts that kept time with her swinging hair.
The dark-haired girl looked shyly up at Steve through lowered lashes. The expression on her face was positively angelic, but Steve noticed how she angled her body so that her cleavage jutted up at him.
"Well, we don't see none too many strangers hereabouts, Mister. Seems like hardly nobody ever comes through this old town. Don't see why nobody's want to, neither. Mary Anne and me thought maybe you was tryin' to get fresh. We ain't supposed to talk to strangers." She lowered her eyes again and hugged herself with tanned bare arms, making her breasts pop out even further. Steven was sure that any minute now he would see the dark, rosy beginnings of a nipple poking out of her halter.
The remark about him getting fresh took Steve by surprise till he glanced over his shoulder and realized that the girls couldn't see Doris, who was slumped down out of sight. And if they hadn't seen her, she certainly hadn't seen them. His eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded the girls with renewed interest.
The blonde was making circles in the dust with her bare toe; Steve noticed her toenails were painted bright pink. The dark-haired one just stood watching him.
"The truth of the matter is, I got myself good and lost. I'm looking for the Clayburn Court Motel. Friend of mine told me it was a good place to stop for the night." He couldn't decide whether to watch the blonde's twitching ass or the dark-haired girl's thrusting boobs. He tried to watch them both.
"You just passin' through, then?" blonde-haired Mary Anne asked.
"Yes. Just passing through. Need a place to stay for the night." Steve was beginning to wish once more that Doris was back home alone.
"Motel's all right. It's just up the road a piece. My pa and ma run it. Show you the way if you like." Maybella uncrossed her arms and her breasts separated slightly. They looked bier, somehow, when they weren't scrunched together like that. Steve could feel his cock gradually getting harder. He wondered if either of the girls had noticed.
"Now, I wouldn't want your folks to get the wrong idea. Suppose you just point me in the right direction. Maybe I can treat you to a soda or something after I get checked in. Both of you, of course." Steve tore his eyes from Maybella's breasts and focused them on Mary Anne's scrumptious ass.
"You're right. Daddy might not like it if we was to come in with you. He'd got a dirty mind, always getting queer ideas. How bout if we come by for you after you get settled?" Maybella's rosebud lips curved up in an inviting smile. Mary Anne nodded in agreement.
"Tell you what. Why don't I meet you somewhere instead?" Steve asked casually.
"Ain't nowhere to meet round here if you don't want the whole town to know what you're doin'. Some old biddy's most likely callin' up Daddy right now to tell him we was talkin' to a strange man. But we make up the beds at the motel. Maybe we could do your room last, so's we'd have some time to… talk. He won't miss us none, then." Maybella sounded suddenly practical. Steve wondered if she'd done this sort of thing before.
"Yeah, we can have a nice talk," giggled Mary Anne, looking up at him. She was swaying slightly, as if keeping time to music no one else could hear. Steve could see the ripe swelling of her love mound under the frayed denim cut-off's.
"Well, then, why don't you two come by about nine or so. I ought to be unpacked and all by then," Steve replied. Fuck Doris. He would think of something. He wasn't letting pussy like this get away.
"Motel's just down the road, 'bout a mile outside of town. You can't miss it…" Mary Anne stopped swaying long enough to point vaguely in the direction he'd been heading.
"We'll see you tonight, then," promised Maybella. "C'mon, Mary Anne, we'd best be getting back or ma'll be hollerin' about havin' to do dinner by herself again, and we'll never hear the end of it." She gave Steve one long last look before the two of them started walking again. They were no longer dawdling, Steve observed with a big grin spreading across his face.
Those two little asses wiggling their way down the street made such a sweet picture Steve was tempted to stand there and watch them out of sight, but he decided not to push his luck. No telling when Doris would wake up.
He turned and walked back to the car, closing the door as quietly as he could. Doris stirred slightly but didn't open her eyes. He was lucky she was such a heavy sleeper. He smiled, thinking about what was in store for him, and pointed the car in the direction of the motel.
Clayburn Court Motel looked like a million other motels Steve had stayed in or driven by. Rows of little units, all painted a depressing gray-green. The neon sign proudly announced T.V.'s in every room.
Steve left Doris still sleeping in the car and went in to register. He supposed the burly, middle-aged man chewing a fist-sized wad of tobacco who shoved a fly-specked register at him was "Pa". He registered them as Mr. and Mrs. Steve Bradley and took the key that the man pushed across the desk to him. Friendly sort, Steve thought as he went back out to the car. Steve decided to stay out of his way. He didn't need that kind of trouble.
Doris finally woke up when he parked in front of their cabin and purposely slammed the door getting out of the car. She rubbed her eyes and got out of the car, yawning and stretching her arms over her head, pushing her breasts against the front of her halter. But Steve wasn't watching; he was thinking about Mary Anne and Maybella.
"Didn't mean to fall asleep," she said, scratching her ass as she followed him into the room. "Did I miss anything?"
"Naw. Just a little hick town. So much for romantic names. I'm gonna take a shower. Why don't you unpack?"
When he came out of the shower Doris had changed into a skirt and blouse. She was all ready to go to dinner. He finally convinced her to go by herself, pleading that he was too tired to even move after spending all day on the road.