I don't know your editor. But I'm guessing mine is better than yours. As always, AnInsatiableReader deserves a ton of thanks for plowing through this. When I send it to her, it looks nothing like the finished product you're about to read.
There's not a lot of sex in this one. You'll see why. If you've come this far, occasional chapters with minimal sex don't bother you.
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Day 17
Saturday, June 28, 2007
Grand Junction, CO
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I don't normally think in Valley Girl-ese. But then, I don't normally get in line for ice cream and damn near run over the hottest girl in the history of fucking existence, either.
I'd been in line for 10 minutes, but my mind was elsewhere, so I didn't notice her standing in front of me. When there were only three people between me and the counter, she suddenly turned around and tried to leave, but crashed into me and hit the ground immediately.
She looked up at me - ya know, to find the asshole responsible for knocking her on her ass - and it was as if her chocolate brown eyes instantly tunneled through my chest and melted my soul. All the air rushed out of my lungs, and I suddenly found it very difficult to breathe.
She was fucking perfect.
I reached down to help her up, and I swear a bolt of electricity shot through my arm when our hands touched. Instead of instantly letting go, though, it made me grasp her hand even harder. Eventually, though, we broke contact and retreated to our neutral corners to size each another up.
She was maybe a couple inches taller than 5 feet, which gave me nearly an entire foot of height on her. I was guessing she was in her early 20s - maybe 21 or 22, probably younger than me but not by a whole lot.
Her dark brown hair hung in curly ringlets a few inches past her shoulders, but a couple of renegade locks were glued to her forehead by the oppressive mid-90s heat. Her face was flushed and covered by a light sheen of sweat, but she was still the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I can't say she looked like anyone else, because no one - not any supermodel, actress, or singer I'd seen on TV, or any non-celebrity I'd seen in person - got anywhere close.
As I scanned down her body, I was instantly drawn to her soft curviness. She wasn't skinny with the tight body of a fitness model, but I could tell she was fit and athletic. Her arms had obviously seen a weight room, and when she bent over to pick up the purse she'd dropped, I saw her calves flex - this girl was definitely into cardio.
A lime green halter top clung to her upper body for dear life. The spaghetti straps on her shirt were slightly offset from her bra, which held up what looked to be large C-cup breasts that were at least a size too big for her otherwise diminutive frame.
She had a pastel yellow shoulder bag slung across her back, and I guessed that was where she was carrying her phone, money and other personal things, because there was absolutely zero room for anything in her tight white shorts. The material travelled a little further down the front of her thighs than it did in the back, owing to her nice, round ass. She wouldn't be starring in any Sir Mix-a-Lot videos anytime soon, but again, it was maybe just a size too big for her body.
All in all, if I had to sculpt my perfect woman from scratch, this would be her, right down to the smallest detail.
For as long as my full-body inspection took, she'd been staring at me with just as much intensity. We might have stood there forever, too, if the guy behind me hadn't cleared his throat.
"Do you guys still want some ice cream, or do you just want to get a room?"
He didn't say it angrily - actually, it sounded like he was trying not to chuckle, and a few people in line behind him didn't bother holding in their laughs. Still, it was a clever way to let us know that she was actually next in line now. It broke the tension between us, but that was only temporary, because then she smiled, and somehow, my already illuminated world brightened tenfold. I think even the sun got a little jealous, because her face lit up the whole damned Western Hemisphere.
Another monster wave of attraction slammed into me, and again, I was struggling to get air into my lungs.
My mind briefly flashed back to my teenage years. I'd asked out a really, really hot girl at school, and she said yes. I came home and told my dad that I'd just met the girl I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
"I doubt it," he'd said.
"How do you know?" I'd shot back defiantly.
"Brad, do you feel like you've just been run over by a semi-truck, but like you could climb Mount Everest at the same time?"
I thought for a minute. "No, not really. But I do like her."
"So like her," he said. "I liked girls once upon a time, too. Even some women. But the first time I saw your mom... it was like a tornado had just swept through my life, yet somehow it made everything better. That's how you'll know."
That conversation only popped into my head because... that was it. That was exactly how I was feeling right this moment. With one accidental collision, this total stranger had completely rearranged my brain, but she'd made everything better.
Except for one thing.
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Of course, I didn't know that yet when I woke up.
The sun was already in full force and trying to heat everything in the tent to 300 degrees by the time I finally opened my eyes.
Or maybe it wasn't the sun. Maybe it was the greedy, desperate noises I heard coming from right next to me.
Sara normally wore her red hair up in a ponytail, but when she let it down, she really had quite a lot of it. Right now, it was spread liberally all over Liz's stomach and upper thighs, preventing me from seeing exactly what was going on down there.
Just looking at Liz's upper body, though - twin nipples hard enough to cut through glass, beet red face, teeth clamping down on her lower lip - gave me a pretty good idea. Her subtle moaning, probably kept low on purpose since she thought I was still asleep, was a good clue as well.
I got up one on elbow, planning to watch the show. I didn't need to move Sara's hair to get an up close picture of what she was doing. Just watching Liz's face was exciting enough.
Liz, however, had other ideas.
"Oh, thank God," she said. "You're awake."
She quickly pulled my head down to her chest, and I sucked her nipple into my mouth. The quiet moans turned into not-so-quiet cries of pleasure.
"Good morning," Sara said, smiling up at us.
"Likewise," I said. "And what have you two been up to today?"
"Oh, not much," Sara said. "Just eating breakfast."
With that, she vanished behind her curtain of hair again. Liz's breathing was very shallow and rapid, and I could tell it wasn't going to take much longer to bring her over the edge.
